Warning: Yaoi. Boy x Boy

Disclaimer: I do not make any money on this writing. All characters belong to Yamano-sensei.

Pairings: Asami Ryuichi x Takaba Akihito.

Authors note:

This is my first fiction about Viewfinder. I had tot think a lot and a long time if i even wanted to write this story. Due to certain… circumstances. Anyways, i hope you all will enjoy this story. I will keep the chapters a bit short otherwise i feel pressured. Yes normally all chapters are long.. sue me for not doing that this time.

Leader of the pack

Chapter 1: The first encounter.

Slowly, icy blue eyes opened. Blinking a few times to get his vision straight again. Growling softly when he tries to get up, but failing miserably when doing so. Grabbing his forehead, a soft hiss leaves the man's lips, while a slender hand slides through his half long brown hair. Yawning deeply when he finally finds a way to sit up. 'Fuck, i really had too much to drink last night.'

Rising up from the big comfortable bed, Akihito looked around for his clothes. Finding his suit neatly hanging against his closet, the male slowly stretched his sore limbs. Slipping out of the bed and walking towards the bathroom, the young man scratched his head. Feeling that his wolf ears had popped out during his sleep. 'What the hell? That never happens. What happened last night anyway?' Shrugging slightly, Akihito opened the tabs of the shower. Stepping inside, the heat of the warm water made him groan in an approving way. His shoulders relaxing and the knots in his back slowly fading.

Closing his eyes, sudden flashes of the night before ran through his mind. Eyes that were like a liquid amber had met his own. Glinting with a slight hint of amusement. A smug smirk was plastered on the tall man's mouth. Words that weren't spoken but just formed on those sinful looking lips. 'You're going to be mine,' had made his skin crawl slightly.

He had shook his head and completely ignored the man that eyed him over from top to bottom. Instead he had slipped behind the grand piano that was in the corner of the club. What was the name again of that club? Oh right.. Sion. It was a high class club. Full of rich bastards.

He couldn't really blame them, seeing he as well was pretty wealthy. He owned his own financial company that had become very successful in a short amount of time. Big deals were made and before he knew it, his company had risen to the elite class.

He was surprised when someone gave him an invitation just like that. He was just passing by the street the club was in. The next moment he knew it, he had a club pass pressed in his hand. The man had sunglasses on, was in a suit and seemed like he was a bit dangerous. Suoh? That was his name right?

Anyways, his eyes had fallen on the instrument straight away when he had set foot in the club. When he got permission to play from the bartender, Akihito had smiled brightly. First his slender fingers had slid over the pearly white keys. Closing his eyes he had touched the few piercings in his left ear, calming himself down, before pressing the keys and playing a soft, somewhat gentle song. The moment he started playing he had forgotten his surroundings completely. Finishing the melody, his breath escaped his lips.

'You play very well, interested in playing in private for me?'

Flinching when the low, smooth velvety voice whispered in his ear, Akihito had turned around. Offering the tall man a deep cold glare. 'I would appreciate it, if you would get that face of yours out of my own. Don't you know any manners? Mr….

'Asami.. Asami Ryuichi.'

'Right, Asami. Keeping the honorifics away, Akihito stood up. His eyes sliding over the man standing so closely beside him. He had to admit, the guy looked handsome. His hair was slicked back, but a few black bangs adorned his forehead. His eyes were mesmerizing, golden but amber like at the same time. The way he stood, proud and arrogant in that tailored suit, tall and broad shoulders, followed by a slender waist with long strong legs, made the young man twitch an eyebrow for a moment.

Suppressing a soft growl, Akihito looked back at Asami. Stepping back a little to create a bit of room between them.

'I have no interest in playing for a snobby bastard like you,' Akihito spat out. His voice turning low and cautious.

Raising an eyebrow when the man just smirked, he decided to slip past the man and to just sit down in one of the comfortable seats. Downing a few drinks, the young man enjoyed the burning of the alcohol slipping down his throat. Taking a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he took one out. Slipping it between his lips, Akihito looked for his lighter. Not finding it, his face scrunched in a scowl.

'Need a light?'

Again, that low voice caught his attention. Long slender fingers offered him a lighter. Sighing softly, all Akihito did was give a slight nod. Lighting his cigarette, he watched the tall male. His aura vibrated with dominance, something Akihito himself also always had. People never dared to come close to him. All he had to do was give one stare and they would all pull back. That's why he was quite surprised to notice that this man, called Asami, didn't seem impressed at all.

Fixing his tie slightly, Akihito watched as Asami sat down in the seat across from him. Straight away, the bartender brought up two glasses. Putting one of them down before him. Sliding his eyes back up, they locked with Asami's. Taking the drink, akihito raised it, waiting for the other man to clink his own against his.

The sound, softly resonating the room. Taking a sip and a deep huff, Akihito slowly exhaled. Smoke circling around the man in front of him.

'What do you want from me, Asami? Who are you?'

Watching the older man, Akihito waited for a response. The silence between them tensing up the situation.

'I want you to come work for me,' Asami finally answered.

Feeling a hint of surprise inside his stomach, Akihito just stared at the man. Slowly a devilish grin formed on his lips.

'No, i don't think so. Nice try though. No one will ever make me work for you. I'll never allow anyone to stand above me.'

With that, Akihito stood up. Trying to walk away, this time he did release an irritated growl, when Asami grabbed his arm and pulled him down so their faces were close to each other. A low whisper in his ear, made a slight shiver run up the younger male's spine.

'It wasn't a question… Akihito Takaba…'

Gasping softly when he heard the man whisper his full name, Akihito suddenly ripped back his arm. His eyes growing even colder then they were already.

'Stay out of my way Asami, you won't like getting involved with me. I will not allow it.'

Hissing when his arm was grabbed once more, Akihito bit back a snarky comment. He really didn't like this bloody bastard. Who was he?

'I expect you to be here tomorrow night. Don't make me wait.. Akihito.' With that Asami released the young man's arm and turned his face to the side. Pulling out his cellphone, he dialed a number.

'Suoh, bring the car.'

Akihito nearly snapped at this arrogant attitude of this man. Deciding not to pick a fight for now, he grabbed his helmet and zipped up his suit. Leaving the club and starting the engine of his beloved motorcycle. 'Blue Alpha.. this was a very weird night.'

Closing his eyes, he slid the helmet over his head and sped off. He needed to cool his head. The beach would surely give him some ease of mind.