A/N: This is what happens when I try to work on my assignments. Plot bunnies, STOP giving me ideas! Terribly sorry for the lame title and summary.
Thank you to RiveReinStyx for proof reading and I apologize for any mistakes!
Warnings: Lemons
Disclaimer: Viewfinder and its characters belong to Yamane Ayano. This is a non-profit work.
"Sukiyaki – sukiyaki," Akihito hummed happily as he wheeled his cart around the mart.
He had a great day today. Not only did he receive his paycheck for his previous stake out, he also managed to snap a perfect shot of some politician and his mistress exiting a five star hotel.
His editor was extremely pleased. The old man with protruding belly gave a big rollicking belly laugh as he smacked Akihito's shoulder, congratulating him for a job well done; and the look on Mitarai's face when the news editor praised him - priceless!
Really, can this day get any better? Akihito thought happily as he wheeled his cart to the drinks section. Already looking forward to spend his night with sukiyaki, beer and the idiot box at home, the photographer smiled as he raised his hand to take a can of Asahi beer.
"Need help?"
Akihito jumped from the all too familiar voice. He whirled around to see Japan's top crime lord standing behind him with his arms folded, looking amused.
"What – what are you doing here, Asami?" Akihito blurted out in surprise.
The yakuza answered him with a smirk. Ignoring the photographer, he walked nearer, causing the photographer to raise his hands in defense.
"Stop, what are you –?" Akihito halted when he realized the crime lord reached his hands up to grab the can of beer that Akihito wanted. He placed the can into Akihito's cart.
"Thanks," Akihito mumbled, his cheeks flushed. He stared at the yakuza again, "You haven't answered me, Asami. What are you doing here? And don't tell me you are here for shopping because there is absolutely no way that you'll do your own shopping."
Again, Asami ignored the question and placed five more cans of beer into the cart.
"I don't need that many!" Akihito protested. He tried to return the cans to the shelf, only to have Asami stopped him.
"Those are mine."
Akihito crossed his hands. "Get your own cart."
Asami flashed Akihito a smile. "Don't be stingy, Akihito."
The photographer sensed something wasn't quite right since Asami was smiling so he quickly added, "It's nice meeting you here, but I must be on my way," Akihito laughed nervously as he attempted to push his cart away from the yakuza.
It was never good seeing Asami anywhere in Tokyo. The man's appearance spelled trouble and Akihito preferred to keep himself away from Asami – as far as he possibly can.
"What are you doing later?"
"Huh?" Akihito looked at the yakuza in disbelief. He recovered quickly and retorted, "That's none of your business."
"Have dinner with me then."
"No thanks, I already have plans," Akihito said, pushing his cart away from the drinks section.
Asami followed him to the meat section. "From what I see in your cart, it doesn't look like you're cooking for a party."
Akihito grabbed a packet of neatly packed beef and placed it into his cart. "I prefer to eat alone – HEY!" he protested when Asami returned the packed meat to its place.
"Those are inferior," the yakuza said simply.
"Just because they're not your usual Wagyu beef, it doesn't make it any less tasty," Akihito grumbled, grabbing the meat from the freezer again. He dumped it carelessly into his cart and moved on.
When they reached the eggs section, Akihito checked his wrist watch. A few more minutes to 6, he noted.
"Aren't you getting the eggs?"
Akihito turned around to meet the yakuza. He held two neatly packed Wagyu beef in his hands.
"I am," Akihito replied, making no comments when the crime lord casually placed the expensive meat into his cart.
It's weird, Akihito decided, seeing Asami shopping for groceries in a commoner's mart. We look like a real couple on a grocery shopping day. The thought itself sent unexplainable chills down Akihito's spine and he quickly pushed it away. I'll just dump whatever that is his to the next counter when I check out, he decided as he stared at the wide range of eggs.
"No – don't!" Akihito protested when the yakuza took a carton of eggs. Akihito snatched the carton from Asami and returned it to its place.
"I'm waiting for the right time," Akihito muttered in embarrassment when Asami raised his eyebrow.
A staff came forward, bowing at them, murmuring, 'Welcome' before proceeding to stick bright yellow stickers on the cartons.
The photographer took a carton of eggs. "It's a 100 yen cheaper after 6 pm – don't you dare laugh!" he said desperately when he noticed Asami's smirk.
"A hundred yen may not worth anything to rich bastards like you but it's essential to commoners like us," Akihito explained, his cheeks flushed from the embarrassment.
"I am not laughing at you, Akihito."
"You are," Akihito accused before pushing the cart to the vegetables section. Damn it, the yakuza was still following him.
"Why are you even here, Asami? Go conquer the world or something and let me shop in peace," He said, without looking at the yakuza. The shitake mushrooms and Japanese tofu were on discount so Akihito grabbed a packet each without giving much thought.
When Asami again, added another few items into the cart, Akihito found his patience wearing thin. "I am not going to pay for your stuff."
"You don't have to worry about that; I'll pay," Asami replied smoothly as he replaced the shitake mushrooms with a more expensive pack.
"You know," Akihito mocked, turning to the impeccably dressed yakuza, "You look out of place in here."
The crime lord smirked. "You're not getting rid of me so easily, Akihito."
Akihito cursed, shrugging his shoulders. "Worth a try," he mumbled and selected some leafy vegetables and a packet of buckwheat noodles. Ignoring the yakuza, Akihito pushed the cart to the cashier to unload the things at the counter, taking care to separate his items from Asami's.
"One receipt," Asami said smoothly to the cashier, flashing his card.
"Two," Akihito tried stopping the girl from accepting the card. Charmed by Asami's good looks, the cashier literally ignored the photographer's existence and accepted Asami's card instead.
"I don't need you to pay for me," Akihito gritted his teeth, pushing a ten thousand yen note to the yakuza.
Asami took the money and slipped it back into Akihito's pocket. He leaned closer to Akihito, whispering next to his ear. "Take it as a gift, Akihito."
The younger man covered his ear, blushing at the low husky voice. Wait, what did he mean by gift?
"What do you mean?" He asked as he watched Asami accepting the receipt.
Asami merely smirked in response and turned to the exit where his guards were waiting. A guard Akihito did not recognize stepped forward, carrying the bags out of the mart and straight into the waiting limousine.
"My groceries!" Akihito ran out, trying to stop the guard. He caught up with the young guard and was in the process of grabbing his groceries bag when he felt someone pushed him from behind and into the limousine, landing his face on the expensive leather seat.
"What the hell?" the photographer cursed, rubbing his nose as he tried to get up. He tried to get out of the vehicle but was blocked by Asami..
"I'm not going back to your place," Akihito said stubbornly, still rubbing his nose. He moved to the other end and tried opening the door. Never mind it was still moving; forget the groceries. He had to get out of the limousine or his ass wouldn't last the night.
"The door on the other side is child-locked," Asami informed him, gazing his golden orbs at the boy. " –For brats who do not know how to behave in a moving vehicle."
"You –," Akihito halted, finding it difficult to utter a suitable insult.
The journey to Asami's penthouse was quiet; Akihito made sure to stay as far as possible from the yakuza. He was half expecting Asami to make some sort of advancement but to his disappointment, the crime lord remained at his seat, browsing documents.
Why are you disappointed, Takaba Akihito? He scolded himself.
Akihito carried the disturbing thought with him until he reached Asami's penthouse. He automatically went to the kitchen to unpack, rummaging for pots and pans in the process. Cook and get out of here, he told himself. Asami bringing him back to the penthouse could only mean two things: Sex and more sex.
Given that Asami was staring at him from the kitchen door, Akihito didn't manage to perform his cooking task well. He dropped the opened packet of shitake mushrooms on the floor and nearly tripped when he tried to get the pot.
"You can do that later," the yakuza said, pulling Akihito up.
"Ah – no, it's messy," Akihito said, trying to push his captor away.
The grip of Akihito's hands tightened and before Akihito's brain could send warning signals; he found his back slammed against the wall; trapped, with his hands raised above his head and his mouth devoured by Asami.
Akihito fought, like he usually did but Asami was stronger. He trapped the younger man between the wall and his body, caging Akihito's wrists together with a single hand. Using his free hand, the yakuza unzipped Akihito's jeans, freeing the already erect cock, stroking it.
"Hn – Asami," Akihito moaned. The struggles stopped, so did the hand that caged his wrists. Without a word, the yakuza carried the needy photographer to the bedroom and pushed him to the bed. Stripping Akihito naked, Asami spread the boy's legs before sliding two fingers inside him.
"Did you – ah –" Akihito moaned, his hands fisted the bed sheet when Asami added another finger inside him. "—follow me into the mart on purpose?"
Asami removed his fingers. The younger man almost groaned. "I saw you walking in," Asami admitted, positioning his cock at Akihito's entrance, "It was by chance that I ran into you but the minute I saw you, I knew I have to fuck you."
As soon as he finished saying that, he thrust into Akihito and watched the boy's hazel eyes go blank.
"You – ah – pervert!" Akihito moaned, trashing his head from side to side.
Asami curved a smile. "How can you say that Akihito, when your body craved for my touch so much?"
"I – arg – am not – ah – craving for – ah!" Akihito moaned, unable to finish his sentence.
"Liar," Asami teased. "But, I did intend to have dinner with you," he said, thrusting into the boy harder. He closed his hand around Akihito's leaking cock, pumping it.
"God, Asami!" Akihito screamed from the intense pleasure.
"Cum for me, Akihito."
As if by Asami's pure command, Akihito came in Asami's hands. Eyes closed, the photographer had his mouth parted slightly in a soundless scream as he climaxed.
And that was all it took for Asami to shatter his perfect control. Growling, he thrust into the boy harder, faster and moments later, Asami came, spilling his seed inside Akihito.
"The next time you see me, do me a favor. Ignore me," Akihito said when he finally got his senses back.
The yakuza cupped the boy's chin, crushing their mouths together. "No, your body is like a drug, Akihito. Whenever I see you, I have to have you," he said when he released Akihito.
"I'm not a toy, Asami. Don't come to me when you need your daily fix."
"Move in with me so I can get my daily fix any time," the yakuza said, tracing his fingers along Akihito's jaw line.
"Hah, you wish," the boy said, getting up from the bed. Picking up his discarded pants, he pulled them up and headed to the door.
"Where are you going?"
Akihito glanced backwards, grinning. "Cook; I'm not letting the food go to waste. And if you want to eat, lend me a hand or I'll finish the meat by myself. You can take the shitake mushrooms."
Asami returned Akihito's grin with a rare smile. He dressed silently and walked to the kitchen, all the while thinking of a plan as to how to make Akihito move into his penthouse – permanently.
Thank you for reading this one shot!
