Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, Yamane-sensei does.
Warnings: Angst, violence, smex.
Pairings: Asami/Akihito.
Chapters: 1/?
Summary: A skilled assassin comes in the mix. What will Asami do? What does it mean for the relationship between Asami and Akihito?
Notes: Hello readers. Here is another story. Do not worry, I will update Courting Lies too. I hope you enjoy this story and please tell me what you think.
Chapter One:
It was night time and there were two plates on the table uneaten. Rain hit against the glass hard, making it smear. He looked out of it, trying to see the world. He wanted to see something but nothing was coming. He glanced back to see everything tidy and clean. Everything was quiet. He walked over to see two bodies lying on the floor. He gripped his cell phone tightly. He sighed when it started to blare out music. He answered it on the second ring, coldly and calmly, "It's done."
"We have a new target."
"Oh wow, what fun." He said dryly.
"Asami Ryuuichi."
He froze in step. That man was impossible to get to. He knew that for a fact. He closed his eyes, sighing, "That is impossible."
"Not for you."
"No."
"You have no choice."
"I do have a choice."
"Brother, please save me." A young girl's voice rang out.
It was the same phase he heard every time. He slipped out the door and closed it, locking it behind him. The maid would find the bodies. He didn't feel anything anymore. He lost his guilt after a few deaths. His soul was lost and damned. He whispered, "I'll save you."
"Good to hear you still wish to protect your baby sister. Finish off Asami Ryuuichi."
He heard the click and he snapped his phone shut. He took the steps, thinking it was best to avoid people. He walked out of the building, feeling the wind blow against him. He put on his cap and left the area. Soon, the bodies would be found and he would be out of sight, never found out ever. His heart clinched, showing some guilt, but he pushed it away like always. He turned the corner, sighing sadly. His new target would be a problem. He decided it was time to shut the world out completely.
The next day, Akihito got off the plane, sighing to the fresh air. He walked to grab his luggage. He showed a smile at the female who was trying to help him. He waved her off and walked out the doors. Rolling his eyes, he walked to the big blonde guy. He mumbled, "I see the bastard was missing me." He smiled as Suoh glared at him. He slid into the limo, happy to be home again. He should stop taking jobs out of the country, but they gave him good pay. He refused to take a cent off the man he lived with. He felt the limo go forward and he looked out the window. He had many things to think about. He was gone for a month and it felt great to be home after so long. He watched everything go by fast. He enjoyed the silence, making him gather his thoughts. For the entire month, he missed the company that the yakuza brought him. He also missed the hot sex they had. He rolled down the window between the back seat and front. He asked, "Is it alright to go to the Club to see Asami?"
"Asami-sama, ordered me to take you there when I got you." Suoh answered as he made a turn.
Laughing, Akihito shook his head. He wondered if he meant something to the older man. He must, right? He was saved by the yakuza and he was living with the man. He rolled the window back up and continued to look out the window. It was haunting sometimes.
At Club Sion, Asami stood, looking out the window. It has been a month since his boy left. At first he was ready to tie the boy to the bed, refusing to let the other leave. Sadly, he knew his photographer. It would back fire on him and the other might move out completely or hide from him for a while. No one knew the boy as well as he did. He glanced to the desk, sighing. Three months ago, there was a hit on one of his rival. He didn't care about the rat. He was glad the other was dead, but he was surprised that no one could figure out who did the hit. He studied the photo sitting there. The man swore to gain the upper hand over him and he was ready to make his move. He was ready to take out the threat but someone beat him to it. He didn't know if this person was on his side or not. It was disturbing not knowing anything.
Kirishima walked in and gave his report on the boy, "Sir, he made it back and is headed here."
Asami walked to the bar and poured himself a drink. He nodded his head. It was good to hear his boy was back in one piece. That boy always got himself in trouble but Akihito refused a guard coming with him, sneering at the idea. He drank and asked, "What about the matter three months ago? Any leads who ended the fool?"
"All we know is this person was good at leaving no trance. The killer is a mystery to everyone. No one is claiming his death." Kirishima answered calmly when those golden eyes narrowed. He knew his boss was upset of not getting to the bottom of it. It was possible this person was an enemy. Since the photographer ran into his boss' life and after they got him back from Fei Long, his boss has been putting an iron fist around his turf.
Asami waved Kirishima out of his office. He took another slip of his drink. He walked to the window. It was unnerving to not finding any answers. It could be trouble. If this person was an enemy, he had no idea how or who would come after him. He could handle his own but his photographer was a different story. The boy was a trouble marker and people were starting to realize what the other meant to him. He couldn't leave his lover out to dry by his enemies. He leaned against the wall, staring out the window. The boy drove something in him that he never thought would happen. Well, he felt something toward Fei Long in the past. He didn't know if it was love. He doubted it was love. Maybe lust and passion for the other, but love was too strong for what they had. Now, he realized where his heart laid. To his surprised, it was to some punk. He never thought he would fall for someone. He glanced back to his desk, narrowing his eyes. Why couldn't he find information about it? He walked over and putting everything in a folder. His lover would be here soon and it was best not to upset the young man. He tossed the folder into a drawer. Maybe it was time to have the other followed. The door opened and the photographer walked to him. His lips were sealed before anything could be said. He took control of the kiss, making the other man breathless. When they needed to breathe, he broke the kiss. He stated, "You don't usually make the first move."
"Oh shut up, bastard." Akihito retorted. He wrapped his arms around the strong neck. He stared into those golden eyes. He knew something was bothering the other but he didn't want to hear words. He sealed those lips again, taking his breath away. He was pushed against the desk, unable to fight back. His worries were out the door as he felt a strong hand mold against his skin. This was where he belonged. This was his soul. His shirt was ripped off his body. Fingers pinched his nipples, making him arch toward the older male. His heart was racing a mile while his mind was clouding over with lust. He felt lost and whole at the same time. It was great to feel this. He moaned loudly as those talented lips move over to his neck down his chest, sucking at his nipples. He gripped black hair, messing it up. He groaned, "Asami."
Asami licked up Akihito's chest to his neck, sucking at the skin. The moans coming from his boy was driving a powerful lust in him. He leaned to the ear, whispering, "You like what I do to you."
"Yes."
"You belong to me."
"Yes."
"The only name you know is mine."
"Yes."
Asami moved his lips down the smaller body. Feeling the other arch to him every time he licked at a sensitive spot. He loved the moans coming from his boy's lips. It was heavenly. He pulled the jeans down those slim hips with the boxers. He stared at the body in lust. Every part of the boy's body was tinted with redness. He ran his hand up and down Akihito's cock, eyeing the other in desire as those hips thrust upwards.
Akihito gripped those arms, moaning, "Asami." He didn't want the other to tease him. He wanted to feel complete like he always did when Asami took him. He cried out as three fingers thrust inside of him. He pushed his hips forward, trying to take the fingers in deeper. He opened his eyes, seeing desire in those sun-like eyes.
"So greedy." Asami mocked.
Akihito stared at the older man's face. He only moaned. He didn't say any word. He wanted to feel the other inside of him, making him full. He pushed his hips forward, giving the hint what he wanted.
Asami raised an eyebrow at his boy. Usually his boy would fight back against him. Have it been too much for the other away from him? He unbuckled his belt and slid down his pants. He pulled out his fingers and thrust his thick cock inside, catching the loud scream into a kiss. He loved how the boy tasted. Though this time, he tasted cigarettes. When did his photographer start to smoke?
Akihito wrapped his arms around the older man's neck, enjoying the feeling. He wanted to keep this forever. It was his peace. He thrust forward as Asami started to move. He moaned only one name, "Asami. Asami. Asami. Asami." It was paradise to him. His fingers ran through black locks. He stared into those cold eyes to see emotion in them. The kiss was broken and Asami's mouth moved to his neck, sucking and biting. He felt a rough hand wrap around his red cock, making him thrust his hips upwards. It was so much but not enough. He cried out when he came, "ASAMI!"
Asami felt the muscles tighten around his cock, making him lose all thought. He thrust in a few times and came inside his lover. Pulling out, he demanded, "Stop smoking. It isn't you." He cleaned them up in silence. His boy said nothing but smiled at him. It was odd. There were no fighting words against him. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What is up with you? You haven't fought me once."
Akihito dressed, turning his head toward the yakuza. He shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I missed you. So I didn't want to fight with you at all today. Do not think I will follow every order from now on. I will not bow to you ever." He kissed those lips and ran out of the office before the older man thought he deserved another round of hot sex. He walked outside the club ignoring the stares. He slid inside the limo, mumbling, "Home." He glanced out the window, sighing again.
In the Club, Asami lit up a cigarette, pondering over his lover. He glanced to the date and he felt like slapping himself in the head. He learned some harsh truth about his lover after they started to live together. Akihito lost his entire family in a car accident and it was only two days away from the date they died. Akihito always acted different around their death. He leaned against his chair. Well, following his boy would be impossible for a while. The photographer would notice right away and make sure to escape. He tried that before he knew the information and he couldn't find his lover for an entire week. He pulled out the folder and wondered if there were other attacks. He pushed down a button on his phone and ordered, "Find out about other mystery deaths dealing with the underworld."
At a small house, a man walked around the living room, sighing annoyed. It should not bother him about killing. He has killed people before. It would be no different. He walked to the table, loading the gun. He stared at it in his hand. It felt the world was in his hand and it was too heavy to hold. He didn't want to follow this order. Why was he thinking about? His sister's life was more important than anything. He walked to the window and mumbled, "Asami Ryuuichi, your world would fall apart. It would be so easy to take everything from you that you believed." He walked away from the window, picking up a photo, seeing an easy target to get away with while he tries to figure out how to take out Asami.