Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, Yamane-sensei does.
Warnings: Angst, Smex.
Pairings: Asami/Akihito
Chapters: 1/?
Summary: Sequel to Past. After the confession, everything seems fine. Asami and Akihito know they are trap into each other. What happens when a force comes to take them on? Will they be strong enough to stay together?
Notes: Hello readers. This is a sequel to Past. Thank you all who comment/review for Undercover and Past. I put up the links for Undercover and Past if you have no read them. Here is the third installment to them. I hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think.
Chapter One:
The day was hot with no clouds in the sky. Akihito walked down the street with a guard following him. Asami made sure he was followed everywhere he went now. Suoh got the job. He was sure Suoh didn't like the assignment as much as he didn't like to be followed everywhere he went. He took up photographing. It was fun and he enjoyed it. His parents still fought with him about being with Asami every time he talked to them. The only support he got for his relationship was from Kou and Takato. Well, they were worried about him but they didn't tell him to leave. He couldn't leave the older man anyways. At the grave, Asami admitted his feelings. Of course, he couldn't get the man to say it again. They were both trapped in each other, unable to escape.
'I am trapped in you. I love you, Akihito.'
Those words still ring inside his head. It was so like Asami to say something and remain calm about it. He knew those words were the truth. Asami wouldn't lie about something like that. To be honest to himself, Asami never lied to him. Waki continued to call but he ignored the calls. He thought Waki was an idiot to try to take on a man like Asami. Waki would not get far. He hated that the only person who could truly take down Asami was him. Of course, he wasn't about to betray his lover. He would remain loyal forever even though he didn't agree with what Asami did. He knew he could never change Asami. Trying to break Asami out of the world his lives in, would mean death. That was something he didn't want happen. As he looked up, he smiled to see Kou and Takato standing there. He walked to them quickly and spoke, "Glad you could make it."
"I see the guard is still following you." Takato mentioned as he dropped his cigarette.
Suoh stood there, staring at the three. He refused to lose Akihito at all. If he did, Asami would have his head. He glanced to the boy who stole his boss' heart.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Akihito chuckled, "Well my lover thinks I would get in trouble if left alone."
"Then he would be right." Kou pointed out.
"Hey!" Akihito yelled as he punched Kou in the shoulder. Takato and Kou started to laugh and he joined in. It was good to see his friends again. They were the only ones who weren't telling him to leave Asami. He needed the support for his relationship with the most dangerous man in Japan. He walked with them into a small café. Today looked like a great day. He could forget worries and just hang out. He watched as Suoh stationed himself a little way from them. Not even the guard was bothering his good mood. To his horror, Waki walked in and straight to them. Narrowing his eyes at his ex-boss, he asked coldly, "What do you want?" It would seem his day could be ruin. Suoh took a step toward them. At least he had some protection.
Waki threw photos in front of the photographer, speaking, "We found Yasuo. Look what your lover did."
Akihito stared at the photos, making him sick to his stomach. He didn't say a word. He couldn't or wouldn't. He saw from the corner of his eye his friends go pale as well. He stood up quickly, knocking the chair over. He ran to the bathroom. He didn't want to know the details about his once friend's death. He didn't want to remind what Asami was really like. As he got into the bathroom, he fell to knees over the toilet seat and threw up everything he ate. Why did it have to happen? His friends would fight him now. He didn't want that. He just wanted to be with Asami without others saying it was wrong. He was in love with the older man. His heart couldn't stop loving Asami. He was too trapped in the dangerous man. He heard the door open and looked up excepting his friends to be there. To his surprise, it was Suoh.
Suoh asked concern in his voice, "Are you all right, Takaba-kun?"
Akihito looked at the bodyguard. He was sure Suoh saw those photos too. How could anyone stomach it? He turned his head and threw up acid. His food was gone already. He felt his body lifted up and leaned against the strong body to keep himself standing. The door opened again and Kou and Takato walked in giving him a worried look. He gave them a sad look. Were they going to fight him now?
"Damn that guy. He shouldn't have showed those photos." Takato spoke, still looking sick. He didn't know what to say to his friend. His first thought was to tell Akihito to leave the man, but he saw Akihito's face. There was no way them fighting with him would change anything. Akihito would still be with that man.
Kou leaned against the door and asked, "Are you all right? What the hell did that man mean that your lover did that?"
Suoh spoke, "I believe it is time for Takaba-kun to head home."
"Hey, wait a damn minute. He was supposed to hang out with us. I refuse to let you order him around." Kou argued.
Akihito spoke as he could stand on his two feet without being light headed, "I think it is best if I go home. Looks like I'm not feeling too good." He walked past his friends with Suoh following him. When they got outside, he spoke to Suoh, "I don't think I can walk home."
Suoh nodded his head and dialed a number on his cell phone. He would have to report this to his boss as soon as possible. It was best not to upset the photographer by talking about it now. He ordered one of the guards to bring a car to their location and hung up. He would tell Asami about it when he was sure Akihito wasn't in hearing distance.
Akihito leaned against the wall, unable to get those photos out of his mind. He saw his friends come out of the café, looking worried at him. What could he say? He never told them the entire truth. He became friends with them because of his job to set everything up. Then they really did become his friends. He didn't want to hear anymore about how bad Asami was for him. He got that enough from his parents. Only if they knew the truth about what he did for a living. Then again, they would still say he shouldn't be with Asami. He was tired of hearing it. He knew he was trapped in Asami for life. There was no turning back now.
Kou putted his hand on Akihito's shoulder and sighed, "Hey, man, we are here for you. Don't be a stranger." He walked away with Takato following behind him. He only hoped Akihito knew what he was doing. It would seem the guy Akihito was with was a lot more dangerous than they thought, but like Takato he knew that there was no way to stop Akihito from seeing the man.
Watching his friends walk away, Akihito sighed in relief. He was glad they didn't tell him to leave Asami. He was sure Asami wouldn't give him up now. After all, the older man confessed his feelings to him. He had to put this behind him and continue to live. There was nothing he could do to change what happened to Yasuo. The car pulled up and a guard stepped out. He walked to the car and got in not letting the guard open the door. The guards still gave him nasty looks but they still respected him. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the truth. The photos continued to pop into his mind. He didn't want to know. He wanted to be blinded from what his lover really did for a living.
Suoh glanced back as the car drove down the street. The boy didn't look good. Akihito was pale. He hated not stopping Waki when he should have. The photos were not meant for the eyes like Akihito. Asami ordered them to make sure Akihito didn't get involve with their world. At first he thought his boss didn't trust the boy, but then learned that Asami didn't want his lover to see it. Asami was like that with Hako and Kai. It meant his boss was in love with the boy. He would take every bullet and everything thrown his way to protect Asami's lover.
The car drive didn't take long and ten minutes later, Akihito was at the penthouse. He walked in and went straight to the bathroom. He needed a shower. He needed to clear his head. He had to forget what he saw. After undressing himself, he stepped into the warm water, letting it hit his face. As he felt refreshed, he whispered, "Why can't I get those photos out of my mind?"
At Club Sion, Asami stared at the woman across from him and sighed. He didn't know what she wanted from him. He couldn't let himself feel for her. She lost both of her brothers. One by the other's hand and the second one got killed in jail. Her green eyes showed so much sadness. Still, he couldn't feel for her pain. He knew pain himself, but that didn't mean he could feel for someone else. He asked coldly, "What do you want Saho-san?"
Saho sat there, fiddling with her small hands. She looked up to see those golden eyes look so distance and cold. She was hoping he would feel her pain and sorrow. She glanced back to her hands and sighed, "I guess you won't help me."
"I don't know what you want." Asami remarked without an emotion in his voice. Before the young woman could speak, his phone rang. Answering it on the second ring, he spoke, "This better be good."
"The cop showed Takaba-kun photos of the dead cop, sir."
"And you let it happen."
"By the time, I realized what the cop was doing, it was too late, Asami-sama. Takaba-kun already saw the photos."
"I will handle it when I return home."
"Of course, Asami-sama."
He hung up the phone and looked at the woman again. Her green eyes were staring at him. He asked again, "What is it that you want me to do?"
"You have someone by your side." She made a statement. "I have no one. The ones that stood by my side are dead. I lost both of my brothers."
"This is my problem, how?"
"It isn't your problem. I wish to meet someone. I wish to look into his eyes, so he realizes what he took from me."
Asami froze in his seat. It sounded like him in the past. He made sure to look into the eyes on the man who ordered his family's death. Of course, he finished them off. He asked, "And who is this man?"
Saho stood up and shook her head as she spoke, "I do not think you can help me. I doubt the name he gave me was his real name. It would be foolish to use his real name." She walked to the door, her hope dying. She looked for the most powerful man in Japan. Her green eyes stared at the door knob, wondering what she was doing. She spoke, "If I know for sure his name, I will come back." She opened the door and walked out.
Asami stood up and lit a cigarette. He had other problems to worry about. How would his lover take to the photos? He pushed a button and ordered all his meeting cancel. No one would argue with him. He was a powerful and cold man. He headed out of his office and ordered to be taken home. He had to see his lover. He had to make sure Akihito was all right. He wasn't sure what he would find.
At the penthouse, Akihito laid in bed, thinking. He didn't want to know the truth. He wanted to forget what Asami really was. He wanted to be blinded to the world his lover lives in. He tossed to his side, rubbing his hand over the side his lover usually slept on. He didn't know what to do. Those photos wouldn't disappear from his mind. He knew what death was. He saw it a few times while on the job. He hated it. Yasuo died because he wouldn't stop bringing a man like Asami down. Something he was supposed to do himself. Sadly, he fell into Asami's charm. He fell in love with a man who he stood against. Now, he was trapped. He couldn't escape. He knew the danger, knew what Asami was really like, but still he stood by the older man. Even now, he didn't want to leave the other man's side. The door opened and he turned his head to see his lover standing there. He saw some warmth in those golden eyes. They were for him. Asami loved him too. Shouldn't he be happy?
Asami moved to the bed and sat down. He didn't know what to say to his boy. He tried to keep his lover away from his workings. Akihito was still innocent to his world even if the boy said he saw death before. He ran his hand through the brown locks and sighed. He asked, "Are you all right?"
"What do you think?" Akihito snapped back. He shouldn't be anger. Asami was trying to be there for him. He rolled over, letting the hand run through his hair. It felt nice. It was different. Asami never did it before. He always took him and left, leaving him feeling empty. Since the confession, Asami has tried to be there for him. He knew Asami was dangerous and a killer. Still, he stood by the man's side. In the past, he wouldn't even think of doing such a thing. He rolled back over to stare into those golden eyes. He spoke, "In the past, I wouldn't even dream being with a man like you."
Asami remain calm even though he wanted to flinch by his lover's words. Was it too much to ask from Akihito? Akihito leaned up and kissed him, trying to get him to take over the kiss. He did and leaned over the thin body. As they broke the kiss, he stared into those hazel eyes, trying to find something in them.
Akihito wrapped his arms around Asami's neck. He wanted to forget about the photos. He wanted to get lost within Asami and stay in that darkness, hoping his light will shine for the older man. He whispered, "Make me forget about those photos. Make me forget who I'm really sleeping with." Asami could make him forget everything. His shirt was ripped off his body, tossed away in an unknown place. He felt fingers run up his stomach to his chest, toying with his nipples. His back arched up, trying to gain the most pleasure.
Asami stared down at his lover, seeing the fire and light within hazel eyes. They weren't gone yet. How long would they burn in his darkness? He hoped they would never leave the boy. The fire made his boy, Akihito. Akihito wouldn't be the same without that fire. He leaned down, kissing those soft tender lips, taking control of the kiss quickly. He dratted his tongue inside the sweet mouth. It was the only thing sweet he enjoyed. He felt small hands run down his arms, unbuttoning his suit jacket. He would give anything to his Akihito.
Sliding the suit jacket off his lover, Akihito worked on the buttons on the shirt. He wanted to feel Asami. He wanted to feel everything that was Asami. He felt lips slide down his jaw to his neck, sucking and biting his skin, making him moan out one name, "Ryuuichi." He slid his hands down the bare chest, feeling the strong muscles on his lover. He felt the room heat up as Asami thrust down, rubbing their clothe cocks together. His back arched up again, trying to gain that pleasure again. He was getting lost within the other. He was drowning in the yakuza.
Asami whispered by Akihito's ear as he licked around the earlobe, "Yes, remember that name. Get lost in that name." He felt his lover rub against him and he chuckled. His lover wanted more. He leaned up gaining a whimper. He loved the sounds Akihito would make during their love making. He tore off Akihito's pants, throwing them across the room, left to be forgotten. He could never deny Akihito. It was his weakness. Akihito was the only person who stood up against him and didn't run fearful. Akihito was like Hako in some ways except Akihito had a stronger fire within his eyes. He took off his pants and threw them over the chair by the bed. As he rubbed his nude body against Akihito's, he spoke, "Drown in my darkness. Stay in it with your light."
Akihito heard those words but couldn't respond. His back was arching, trying to gain more of the older man. He grabbed a hold of those strong arms. He was falling once again and he didn't care. He needed this. He needed to know the older man loved him back. He felt Asami's hand slide down past his navel and touch his cock, making it jolt. He moaned, "Ryuuichi. Oh god, yes! Ahhh!" He was forgetting all his problems. The darkness that engulfed Asami wasn't so bad. He would live in and shine for the older man. He didn't know how he knew that Asami needed his light but he knew. He felt two fingers thrust inside of him and his head threw back against the fluffy pillows. Sweat was rolling down his face and his lips were getting dry. He dratted his tongue out and licked them. The only thing he could see where those golden eyes with lust in them.
Asami stared into half closed hazel eyes. They were burning with fire and lust. This was the one look he would keep in memory forever. He still couldn't believe he would fall in love again. Why was it this boy? Why did he feel so much for some punk who ran into his world? He thrust his fingers in and out, listening to music to his ears. He wanted the other to drown in him. He wanted Akihito's light in his darkness forever. He leaned down, taking those sweet lips into a kiss, biting the bottom lip.
Akihito squirmed against the bed and the strong body above him. It was too much. He was losing his mind. How could the yakuza drive him mad like this? He didn't care to answer the question. He just wanted more. He wrapped his arms around Asami's neck, moaning into the kiss as his hips thrust down on the fingers. The fingers hit his sweet spot over and over, not enough to push him over the edge. As they broke for air, he whimpered, "Ryuuichi. Please. Uhhhh!"
Asami couldn't take it anymore. He needed to feel that tight warmth around him. He pulled his fingers out, thrusting his cock inside hard and rough. He always knew his lover like it. Even when Akihito swore he hated it in the beginning, he knew that was a lie. He didn't give the other time to adjust. In and out. Deeper and harder. The tight was driving him wild. No other lover could compare.
Akihito tossed his head back and forth, letting his hair fly wild against the black sheets. He gripped the sheets, balling them up into his fists. Every thrust hit his sweet spot, drowning him into the one giving him the pleasure. He moaned, panted, and whimpered one name, "Ryuuichi." It was so good to call the other by his first name. He never dreamt he would ever get the chance to call the other by his first name. It was heaven. Fingers pinched his nipples, making them hard as a strong hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him. He tossed his head back as he spilled his seed over the hand and their stomachs.
Asami felt the muscles tighten around his cock, but he didn't want to go now. He continued to thrust in and out, driving his cock deeper into Akihito. He watched as those eyes glazed over. He spilled inside his lover, enjoying the after glow. He pulled out and lay beside his lover. He knew the other fell asleep. Akihito always fell asleep after they made love making. He ran his hand through the sweaty locks. He leaned down and laid a kiss on those soft tender lips. He didn't want his light to disappear.
Across the city, a lone woman stood by the docks, staring out at the water. Her green eyes showed hatred and sadness. She would never forget her pain. It was the only thing keeping her alive. She needed to do one more thing. She had to find the one responsible for her family's death. As she glanced down to a photo of a boy, she whispered into the wind, "I will find you. I will make you remember me and what you took from me."