Title: Dying Will in the Viewfinder

Fandom: Viewfinder/ (Guess what else?)

Pairing: Akihito x Asami

Rating: M18

Warning: Nipple fettish

Summary: When Akihito finds Asami wearing a ring on his third finger, he's first confused and a little betrayed, but then he learns the truth behind the ring, and it opens a whole other world of the Mafia.

Chapter: 1 out of roughly 30 (estimated, considering the plot)

Disclaimer: I own nothing, quite sad really, not the characters, not the setting, not even some of the lines.

Akihito buried himself further into the soft cotton down as sunlight filtered in through the window. Just five more minutes. The high-thread count fabric was so terribly beguiling, luring him into the sweet velvet depths of a dreamless sleep. A hand slipped around his bare waist, fingers splaying downwards to his hardening member. Perverted Bastard Asami.

"Dammit. Just wait five more minutes, damn you!" (CENSORED HERE)

It was several orgasms later, when both men got into the shower to clean up and brush up, one a little worn out even though he'd just gotten out of bed, ironically enough, the other the epitome of muted, yet boundless, energy. Akihito swore for the umpteenth time that he was going to get back at Asami so good one day; the bastard wouldn't even know what hit him.

A metallic glint caught his eye, as silver metal glimmered in the sun's glare. Akihito started for a moment; then glanced in interest and some amount of trepidation (what the hell do you mean by 'trepidation'? Are you actually saying that I'm worried about this bastard getting engaged? No way! Not a chance in hell! Over my dead body!) at the metal band, not quite so discreet, Asami sported on his third finger.

As Akihito started preparing breakfast, and Asami sat at the table, leisurely flipping through the newspaper, with a cup of coffee in hand, (What the hell is up with this domesticated scene? We're not newlyweds! We're not!) Akihito couldn't help but wonder about the ring he'd seen, by some accident or coincidence or if it was by Asami's plan, he couldn't quite decide. But raising the issue would be awkward, and it wasn't as if the ring bothered him. It was probably some gift from one of Asami's elusive business partners in those underground activities he so gladly made money out of.

Akihito pushed the ring out of his mind, and concentrated on setting the table. What the hell? It wasn't his business anyway. If Asami wanted to get married to some rich dude's daughter, then he could get married, and Akihito could be done with the stupid bastard. He should probably feel sorry for the poor girl; being married to a cold-hearted bastard like Asami was no joke. Yeah, he'd pity whoever was unfortunate enough to get hitched to this irreverent man who, by some trick of fate, was his current lover.

At least, he could walk out anytime he wanted to, Akihito liked to think. They weren't official, no legally binding document, no standing commitment, no children, nothing. Akihito could just walk out of the door one day, and decide to never come back.

Of course, Akihito was disregarding the fact that this would seriously piss off one powerful mafia boss, with multiple connections in the Underground society, and said mafia boss would probably drag him back on his ass, collar him, chain him, and never let him out of his sight ever again. Yeah, that was one possibly life-threatening oversight. It was fortunate for the young reporter that he had the innate survival instinct not to walk out on Asami as his pride demanded.

"Akihito," Asami said, as he took a bite of the eggs Akihito painstakingly prepared- sunny side up, so Asami wouldn't complain, "I'll be leaving for a business trip tomorrow, we won't be available for two weeks."

Maybe it was an omiai, stupid bastard. Wait… "We won't be available for two weeks?"

"I had Kirishima arrange it with your boss," Asami continued, without once looking up from his newspaper, "You've two weeks off."

"What?" That was totally ignoring his human rights! "Hell no! I'm not going on some dubious business trip with you!"

"You don't have a choice Akihito." Yeah, that was definitely ignoring his human rights.

"Why the hell do I have to go with you?" Akihito fumed, although he was secretly delighted (Hey! Not true!), "What? You can't stand a day without my cooking? I'm not some personal cook-cum-cleaner for you to order about with just a snap of your fingers."

"If you wish to be in the same city as Mikhail Arbatov and his men, while I'm away, you can stay," Asami replied coolly, "He's probably staying at a hotel a few streets down from here."

Akihito faltered; he stared at Asami for a few moments, trying to decide if that was a well told lie or simply the truth. It would explain why Asami wanted him along on this trip, when they were usually fine with separate arrangements. Finally, Akihito settled for asking, "Why's the Russian mafia coming to Japan?"

"Not just Arbatov and his posse, you'll be getting reacquainted with several familiar faces from Hong Kong as well."

Damn. What the hell was up next week? The Annual Mafia Convention?

As if Asami could read his thoughts, he continued to say, "There's an inheritance ceremony of an Italian… Corporation, that requires our attendance. Most of the people involved are Japanese, so you have little worry of feeling out of place."

Feeling out of place is the least of his worries right now… "Wait, if they're all going there, why am I going with you?"

Asami replied smoothly, "Those with stronger ties to the corporation will be attending the ceremony itself; other businessmen who are affiliated in some way or another will convene here, where the business parties will take place. All in all, a rather lavish affair, and a good opportunity for business."

They'd finished their breakfast over the conversation, so Akihito went about clearing the plates, as he deliberated on the wealth of information that Asami had just provided him. It was strange, to say the least, Asami was usually rather tight-lipped about his business affairs, not so much his personal ones, but things involving business deals were often taboo at their table.

Asami caught Akihito about the waist, just as he walked by him. Akihito narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "You're being oddly forthcoming with your information."

"There's nothing odd about it," Asami pulled Akihito into his lap, setting aside his newspaper for his lover.

"Should I be worried?" Akihito asked carefully, eyeing the ring as if it could bite.

Asami chuckled as he pulled his lover down for a kiss, "You need only think about me, my cute Akihito."

Selfish, arrogant, annoying bastard.

End Chapter 1! I had to do some censorship for fanfiction, but the full chapter's up on my livejournal, I'm hati_skoll over there, hati-skoll works too if you're searching me up on Google. And this is probably one of the strangest storylines, I've written, but I'm sure you can guess where this is heading, the title's a gigantic clue, think conspicuous flashing neon sign. We'll be seeing some other familiar characters in the next chapter. And I know I really ought to be finishing Two Worlds, instead of starting a new one, but inspiration calls and all that. Please review!