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Hello everyone! First off I want to thank everyone who reviewed my last story Anomaly and apologize for not responding to A LOT of you. I was extremely busy with school work and SATs and all those other arbitrary things that one must do to exist in this world. Apologies to anyone who felt slighted, I read ALL of the reviews and appreciated them greatly.

Now, about this story:

This will be my first multi-chapter Viewfinder story so bear with me, it may take some time. I have the story planned out in my head and the next few chapters are written, but I like to edit edit edit and change things so it might be a while before those come out. Originally this was meant to be a very manageable three-chapter story but now it might be a bit longer depending on how things go. One thing I can say with certainty is that with my schedule, it may take me a while to finish this. I hope you'll stick with me anyway~~~

Warnings for drug use and unresolved issues with Sakazaki

Also I swear this will be my last story with a one-word title, I don't know why that keeps happening...

Please review and enjoy~

He can't stop laughing; Asami's grip on him is painful as he drags him through the crowd and his anger is palpable, rolling off of him in waves, but Akihito can't stop laughing.

It's just so fucking ridiculous.

It's freezing outside and bitter wind bites at his face, snapping him into the moment and killing his bubbling laughter. Why are they outside? What just happened, why is Asami so-

Asami slams him into the side of the building but cradles the back of his head, protecting it from the brick. His face is livid though, angrier than Akihito has ever seen him and suddenly things aren't funny anymore. Everything is happening really fast and Asami is yelling at him, hands on his face, checking his eyes.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing?"

Asami almost never curses.

"Huh? Answer me."

His upper lip is twitching, like a dog, like he wants to snarl. That's not like him, just like the cursing isn't like him and maybe it's not Asami. Akihito's brain is thinking too fast for him to catch up but the euphoria he'd felt seconds ago has been replaced with a crushing anxiety and the longer Asami stares at him the more he wants to cry until eventually he is crying. Hot, frustrated tears cloud his vision before spilling down his cheeks, running over his lips and into his mouth as he tries, desperate and shaking, to explain.

He tries to say that he didn't mean to let it go this far, and that he was just trying to do his job, he was just trying to do something good and things went too bad too fast just like with Sakazaki and he's sorry, God he's sorry and he's sad and-

His words are coming out too fast though and he knows he's not making any sense. Asami is shaking he head, like he just can't fucking believe this is happening and suddenly Akihito is laughing again, giggling through his tears, manic and miserable and on his way down.

"Believe it."

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At a quarter after three in the morning Akihito's phone rang, flooding the bedroom with a pale blue light and vibrating harshly against the quiet of the penthouse.

He groaned tiredly and pressed his face into the curve of Asami's neck, willing the noise to stop. In the beginning, when he'd first moved in, that would have been enough to wake Asami; he had slept lightly, waking if Akihito so much as breathed out of rhythm. Now he slept soundly on, Akihito tucked against his side.

After a few more vibrations, the screen went dark again and Akihito heaved a sigh of relief, only to stiffen as he heard a text come through.

Then another.

And another.

His phone started buzzing again and he cursed in frustration, struggling out of Asami's arms and waking him in the process. He lunged to snatch his phone off of the nightstand and flipped it open, wincing at the brightness as he squinted to read the display.

Caller: Mitarai

He already regretted giving in; late night calls from Mitarai were never an emergency. Usually he just wanted to taunt him or brag about a job. Sometimes he was just drunk and chatty. Whatever the reason, Akihito's seemed to be his go-to number.

"What?"

He hissed, trying to be quiet even though Asami was clearly awake. Arms were already snaking around his waist, fingers brushing ticklishly against his stomach.

"Well good morning to you too."

"Not morning. Not good. What do you want?"

A hand slid to grip his inner thigh and Akihito smacked it away, tucking his legs underneath of himself to kneel.

"Actually it's fantastic, you won't believe the call we just got..."

So he was calling to brag.

"... Well?"

Mitarai started talking but before Akihito could begin to process anything, Asami grabbed him by the waist and tugged him backwards to sit between his legs.

"Sorry, repeat that?"

Akihito quickly switched his phone from one ear to the other as hot kisses pressed against his neck. His breathing was picking up, equal parts arousal and irritation.

"Christ, are you with a girl or something?"

"What do you want?"

"I can't wait to meet whatever charity case you tricked into your-"

"I'm hanging up-"

"Wait no okay," Mitarai backtracked and Akihito stifled a groan as he felt a kiss turn into a bite.

"A tip just came through, anonymous, we haven't verified it yet, but it's about Nakano Keiji."

Nakano Keiji...

He was a candidate in the Tokyo gubernatorial race... a front runner actually. The call was starting to make sense; political scandal was always a huge story and their editor would want as many capable people as possible working on it.

"What about him?"

Anticipating another kiss, Akihito craned his neck out of reach and received a nip on his shoulder instead.

"Some club waitress is saying he spends a considerable amount of time in the back room with a bunch of... ah... professionals."

"Isn't he married? I thought he had a kid?"

"He has two but that's not the best part. Apparently they're men."

"The kids? Will you go back to sleep-"

"Not the kids, the hookers. Who are you talking to?"

"No one, why is that the best part?"

Asami chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. He seemed to have had enough of outright torment though and had moved on to much more subtle forms of distraction. He ran his fingers through Akihito's hair, breathed in his scent at the nape of his neck, anything to make him shiver.

"Because they're men, it doubles the public outrage. A guy cheats on his wife with another woman, he's a bastard. He cheats with a harem of pretty-boys and suddenly you've got a... a sexual deviant or something. Public eats that shit up."

"I guess..."

"He guesses..." Mitarai mocked, "Anyway, our editor wants you in first thing in the morning."

"Okay... I'm not working with you am I?"

Behind him, Asami snorted.

"Nope."

"Then why are you so... You're getting a cut aren't you? Why are you getting a cut?"

"Calm down sweetheart," Akihito grit his teeth at the condescension in his tone. "I'm just being compensated for coming up with this idea in the first place."

"What idea?"

"Yanagi-san will explain it to you tomorrow, I'm sure you'll have lots of fun."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean-"

His phone clicked dead and Akihito groaned, flipping it closed and tossing it too the end of the bed.

He turned then, facing Asami between his legs, eyebrows raised.

"You. You are a... a beast. Or something. Why do you have to do that every time I'm on the phone? What do you get out of that?"

"You're funny when you're on the phone."

"That's not an explanation, I don't even know what that's supposed to mean."

"It means," Asami leaned forward, holding Akihito by the waist to keep him from falling backwards. "That when I wake up at three in the morning because some guy is calling you, I get to entertain myself."

By the end of his sentence their lips were brushing.

"Kirishima calls you late at night all the time."

"Completely different."

"Not really," Akihito turned his face to speak more clearly, offering his neck instead. "Mitarai's a colleague."

"And Kirishima is an employee," Asami was taking his time, like he was searching for something on the pale skin of Akihito's throat. "Moreover, an employee who doesn't call me for the purpose of upsetting me."

He bit down and sucked gently, tugging Akihito closer.

"Oh..." Akihito slid his hands over Asami's shoulders, gripping tightly. "You noticed that huh?"

He hummed quietly as Asami pulled away, concentrating on the sore spot on his neck, wondering if there would be a bruise in the morning.

"It's obvious; he's like a little boy tugging on his crush's hair. Pathetic."

"I don't really think that's it..."

Asami gathered Akihito in his arms and pulled him around his body, dropping him to lie in the mess of pillows at the head of the bed. He joined him a second later, settling between his legs.

"For a journalist, you're not very perceptive"

Akihito rolled his eyes.

"No, you just think you're right about everything all the time."

Asami let out a huff that might have been laughter.

"Are you saying I'm not?"

"I'm always saying you're not."

Another huff, this one muffled by Akihito's neck. If Asami said anything after that, he didn't hear it.

Akihito sighed deeply, sinking into the pillows that cradled him and bringing his hands up to card through Asami's hair. It was soft when it was free of product and felt nice under his fingers. A year ago, he wouldn't have dared to do something like that but now it was natural, easy, like the way Asami could now sleep beside him.

Just like in the beginning though, Asami still fell asleep obnoxiously fast.

With his lover's breathing even, Akihito was left to his thoughts. If he didn't fall asleep again quickly, he knew he'd be consumed by them.

Asami had managed to fall asleep on top of him though and Akihito was beginning to feel his weight. His breathing became more and more shallow as his chest fought to rise and fall. Their size difference really was considerable and he was struck with the thought that, should he fall asleep beneath the larger man, he might actually suffocate.

"Asami... Asami."

"Mmm."

"I can't breath."

Nothing happened for a moment and Akihito was getting ready to yell at him for falling asleep again when Asami rolled them both over and settled Akihito on top, legs straddling his waist, knees drawn up high against his sides.

"Better..?"

"Mm-hmm..."

Akihito reached down and dragged the blankets up over them both, wincing slightly when he heard his phone clatter to the floor. He tensed, moving to retrieve it, only to have Asami's arms lock around his waist, tired but firm.

"Leave it."

"Okay..."

A minute later, he was asleep.

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Okay so not very long to start with but I hope you guys enjoyed anyway. Please leave me a review and this time I'll be better about responding~

Bella