Title: Two Worlds

Fandom: Viewfinder/ Ai no Kusabi

Pairing: Akihito x Asami, Riki x Iason

Rating: NC 17 (Just in case the plot flies out of my control)

Summary: Viewfinder in Amoi, new roles for Akihito, Asami and the cast of Viewfinder, old roles for the cast of Ai no Kusabi. I'm leaving the timeline ambiguous now, I'll let you guys in on it later. Sorry, I know I'm being perverse, you wouldn't be the first to have thought that if you just did.

Chapter: 1 out of Jupiter-knows-how-many

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

The boy, with his silver blond hair and defiant golden brown eyes, furiously tugged at the chains attached to his wrist cuffs and collar, draping his body in an almost decorative way. Of course, his status meant that this was only ordinary; the chains should have been the normalcy, the collars, the restraints, all of them. Going without would be a luxury, but he never thought of it that way, he was born to believe freedom his birthright, he wasn't meant to submit.

"Dammit Asami, at least take the chains off when we're alone, you bastard!"

Black hair the colour of death and despair of the slums, eyes dark with sins of the authorized Black Market, Asami Ryuuichi's smile was gentle the way Death's smile was to a soul reaching its time, "You're cute like that, Akihito."

He beckoned the boy over to him, and for a moment, Akihito was inclined to decline none too politely, but that would mean nothing but more trouble for himself, so he sullenly approached his captor. Pouting stubbornly, he said, although it was too obviously a lie, "What is it? I've better things to do than to play games with you."

"Have you taken a job outside of my knowledge Akihito?"

"No! You know damn well that I haven't, you bastard! You made sure of it!" It was almost an accusation, but the effect was only ruined when his voice turned breathy as Asami ran a familiar hand across his bare back. Dammit, he had to master better control of his own body.

"Of course, you belong to me, and your job puts you out of my reach," there was biting steel under that cool, reasonable tone, years with Asami made Akihito sensitive to the slightest intonations, "You know I dislike others touching what's mine."

Akihito glared at his captor unflinchingly, there was no way he would ever think of this man as his master, not the slightest chance, "I like my job. You can't keep me caged up forever Asami, just because you put the lock on and hid the key, doesn't mean I'm not going to figure out how to unscrew the gate."

Asami chuckled lightly, and Akihito jerked back in annoyance, one day he was getting far away from this man, and he was never coming back, "You're so cute, Akihito."

Akihito sunk back into Asami's embrace, being a wild spitfire was exhausting, especially when his opponent was someone infinitely more experienced like Asami. Hold that thought, there was only Asami, only Asami who had enough wits, enough tricks up his sleeves, enough ice in his veins, enough all consuming passion, to keep Akihito occupied. Only Asami who could keep up with Akihito's antics. Now why was the thought so terrifying?

"Nngh… Stop it!"

Asami brought Akihito's face to his, and claimed his beloved's lips, gently at first, then roughly the way both of them liked it no matter how much Akihito denied the fact. Akihito gasped as Asami allowed him a breath of air, and moved downwards to gently kiss his collarbone, lips feathering across his bronzed sweat glazed skin. Asami abruptly stopped, and Akihito couldn't help the whimper of protest that escaped his lips. He blushed in embarrassment at the involuntary invitation, and Asami's answering smile was feral.

"What do you want, Akihito?"

"Dammit, you know what I want, stop making fun of me!"

Asami's fingers splayed along the waistline of Akihito's vintage jeans, teasing the strip of skin just above the swell of his buttocks. As Asami yanked Akihito towards him, unbeknownst to Akihito, Asami's attention was diverted from him for a short moment, only to issue a silent command, before returning to Akihito with a passion.

"Asami… Unn…"

The screen went black.

Iason Mink commented dryly, "It appears the Sacrifice is not in vain, Jupiter."

Okay, that's it, end of Chapter 1. Yay me! Why on Earth am I doing this when I've an exam in two days? Why? Comments, critique, always appreciated. You will realize, sooner or later, I enjoy being ambiguous. A flaw, some may call it, a talent, others. You decide really. Also, I'm a little random. I like cheese cake ice cream.

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