Hello people. First Finder fic, because who doesn't love an Akihito harem? Multi-chaptered, but each one of them will be a one-shot unless stated otherwise. English is not my first language, so don't hesitate to point out any mistakes. Do leave a review, I certainly am eager to know about your thoughts. So, enjoy!
Victims: Goon 1
Goon 2
Passer-bys
Chapter 1: Touchy-feely Aki
Akihito reluctantly removed his cold hands from the warm pockets of his jacket as he retrieved his phone, an excited grin threatening to make itself known on the dirty blonde's plump lips.
Everything went well today, in fact, everything went really well, not that he was complaining. The politician he was stalking arrived on time to the rendezvous, provided Akihito with clear shots of him 'negotiating' with a man who later handed him an open briefcase (content: piles of money, yep definitely took a crap load pictures of that), and his underlings somehow were not aware of the agile photographer's presence. This calls for a celebration!
A full-bloomed grin was now plastered on Akihito's beautiful face as he recalled the previous event although it lacked exhilaration compared to previous stakeouts. Ignorant to the fact that the wide smile he had on his face earned him a few turning heads and adoring gazes, Akihito tapped on the speed-dial icon on the smartphone's screen. A few seconds was all it took for the receiver to pick up the phone.
"Asami," rumbled a smooth baritone over the phone, sending a pleasant tingle down Akihito's spine.
"Hey bastard, it's me. You heading home anytime soon?"
The harsh tone in Asami's voice dispersed after hearing Akihito's playful name-calling. Akihito was the only person who dared calling him names, and lived another day. Of course he had lived another day, Akihito was undoubtedly the person who's grabbed the ruthless mafia's heart, and vice-versa.
"Good evening, Akihito. And no, there's…business here at Sion."
Akihito snorted before replying "Business my ass. Stay there."
The photographer hung up without waiting for a reply from the fixer, humming happily as he decided to head to Club Sion by foot. The club has been Tokyo's main venue for the famous to gather since its opening, and coincidentally, it was owned by his lover, Asami Ryuichi, the man of many charms and mysteries.
Akihito started walking faster, only stopping in his tracks when he remembered something, or someone. He turned to look back, and as expected, two of Asami's goons were tailing him, making sure that he was safe from a distance. Akihito started walking towards them, the bodyguards all the while maintaining composure as they were used to the young photographer's antics. The bodyguards were both expecting their childishly adorable second boss to flip out on them for following him, and so they had a slight mental breakdown when Akihito unexpectedly linked his arms with theirs.
Akihito pulled them both closer as he rubbed his slender torso against them both, letting out a contented sigh (which sounded too much like a moan) when he felt the heat radiating from the two muscular bodyguards on both sides.
"Mm you guys feel amazing. So big, so warm, so firm. It feels sooo good to be in the middle."
Despite being 'scary and intimidating' as how Akihito usually described every one of Asami's underlings, there still were things that would cause them to waver. In this case, it's Akihito's obliviousness. Or air-headedness. Or naivety. Or sexiness. Call it whatever you want, it comes down to the same conclusion:
Akihito was the definition of Seduction.
With their feet planted into the pavement, Akihito looked up at them curiously as he groaned in frustration like a child. His pink lips formed a pout that looked absolutely, utterly, hopelessly and undeniably adorable and kissable.
"Hurry up, it's so cold out here," Akihito complained before asking his bodyguards in concern
"Are you guys cold?" Akihito then proceeded to rub his palms with the bodyguards' to keep the three of them warm. Little did our innocent photographer know that his harmless gesture, had in fact, brought harm to the bodyguards. What kind of harm am I talking about? Their hearts were beating so hard to the point of them almost ripping through their chiseled chests and yes, their 'little brothers' were slightly energetic now.
Although slightly stuttering, the goons managed to persuade Akihito that they were alright, and they probably shouldn't keep their Asami-sama waiting for
long. They could only use that as an excuse for Akihito to ride on the BMW that has been following them from the second Akihito left for work, which on the other hand, the partition in the luxury car could help A LOT in them calming their raging hearts. And 'that'.
Unsurprisingly, Akihito rejected the offer. He countered with a cheeky reply
"You guys wouldn't be able to keep up with me long if you don't work out a lot. I'd probably last the whole night through while you guys lay there (on the floor) panting and gasping for air. Come on, tigers."
Both the bulky bodyguards groaned inwardly. This was going to be an antagonizing journey.
Writing this is gonna be fun.