Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder, Yamane-sensei does.

Warnings: Angst, violence, smex.

Pairings: Asami/Akihito.

Chapters: 2/?

Summary: A skilled assassin comes in the mix. What will Asami do? What does it mean for the relationship between Asami and Akihito?

Notes: Thanks for all the comments/reviews. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please tell me what you think.

Chapter Two:

At Club Sion, Asami looked over the reports. He couldn't believe none of this was picked up. For about five years there have been deaths of figures in the underworld. He tossed the report down, taking a slip of his drink. He lit up a cigarette. This information was disturbing. It was possible that he was a target too. He owned most of the territory around here. It looked like someone was taking people out slowly not to raise any concern. He leaned back in his chair. He would need to protect the people around him. An image of Akihito popped into his mind. He couldn't let the photographer be harm in any way. He could handle himself but his boy couldn't. He picked up his phone and dialed the penthouse. It continued to ring but no answer. He glared at the phone. He hung up and dialed Suoh. When the line was picked up, he ordered, "Check on Takaba. He isn't answering."

Suoh reported, "Sorry Asami-sama, but he escaped. He must have went out the back way. I will look for him in his favorite spots."

"Find him and drag him back to the penthouse." Asami barked out his order and hung up. He flicked his ash into the ashtray. He would teach his boy a lesson. It wasn't wise to let the other roam the streets without knowing about this hit man. He tossed the file in his hand onto his desk. There was a knock at the door and he answered, "Come in."

Kirishima walked in, hiding his nervous behind a blank mask. He laid down a folder onto the desk and explained, "This death happened only an hour ago. It was on your turf. The person was an enemy, trying to run drugs through your turf."

"Any leads on who ordered the hit?" Asami asked as he over looked the report.

Kirishima answered, "No one is claiming the death like the others. This hit man is leaving no trance at all."

"Get every man on this. I want to find out who the hit man is and know what his plan is." Asami demanded. Kirishima bowed his head and left the room. He turned his chair around to stare out at the city. He had to protect Akihito. Since he came back from Hong Kong, enemies were crawling around, knowing he had someone by his side that could be his down fall. He tightened his grip on his area, making sure those people could not ever gain the photographer. It has been a year since Akihito started to live with him. Nothing serious happened to the other. Usually Akihito got himself into trouble and he bailed the boy out of it. He stood up, picking up the folders. He tossed them into a drawer and locked it. He walked out of his office, ordering, "Take me home."

The man leaned against the wall across the street. He stared at the entrance, waiting for a moment he could strike. Like he thought, the yakuza stepped out of the club with one of his guards walking ahead to open the limo door. Those eyes look lost in thought. He held the gun, aiming toward the man. His hand and his body were shaking. It was like the first time he killed. What was wrong with him? He has done this for five years now. He should be used to killing. This time he didn't need to be close to the man to kill him. Who was he fooling? He didn't want to be close to end the yakuza's life. He had to do this to protect his sister. The same thing he always told himself. Was his sister alive? Was this just a ploy? He pulled the gun away, sighing in defeat. He turned away as the yakuza slid into the limo. His chance passed. He would have to wait for another moment. He walked down the alley, cussing himself for not doing it. He opened a car door and slid inside. He drove down the road, making sure he would not be spotted by anyone. He turned to head to one place he always went to.

In the limo, Asami wondered where his lover could have gone to. Suoh already checked with Akihito's friends. They were surprised he was back and yelling about him not calling them. He tried to call the penthouse, hoping the other just ran to grab some beer and came back home. There still was no answer. He felt the worry rise. Was his lover in danger? Did an enemy strike? He pulled up to the building. Using his cell phone, he dialed Suoh. There was one place left. When the line was picked up, he demanded, "See at the grave sight." It was the only place he could think of. He hung up as he hoped that was where his boy went to. He walked inside, going to his penthouse. He walked inside, going to the bar. He poured himself a drink. He didn't like killings on his turf unless he ordered it.

At the grave yard, Tabito leaned against his cane and holding his wife's arm. He looked around to see no one around. He glanced to his watch again and sighed for the fifth time. He asked, "Do you think our grandson will make it?"

"You know how he is." Aika answered as she kept her eyes on the two graves in front of them. Her daughter was always full of life. It broke her heart when she heard the news. It was hard for anyone to accept.

Akihito walked through the many graves, not looking up from the ground. He knew where he was going. He always knew where to go. He made a turn and headed a little down the hill. As he glanced up, he saw his grandparents standing there. His grandfather looked relieve while his grandmother was giving him a look of sadness. He walked to the tree and leaned against it. He stared at the graves, saying no words. What could he say? What could they say? Everything was a mess.

"I thought maybe you would bring that lover of yours sometime." Tabito made small talk, trying to lighten up the mood.

Akihito shrugged his shoulders as he walked to the graves. He laid down the flowers and mumbled, "I doubt you would like him." He stood up back and walked back to the tree. He leaned against it, looking up at the sky. Night time was falling and he knew his lover would be going nuts looking for him.

Aika sighed, "Akihito, it isn't good for you."

"Because I'm with a guy." Akihito replied.

"No because you are leaving details out about him. You refuse to let us meet him." Tabito answered.

"You wouldn't approve of him or like him." Akihito retorted, "It doesn't matter. I will stay by his side until the day I die." His heart pulled at him. He knew he was in love with the older man. He couldn't turn away from the man. He couldn't stop his emotions playing with him. He glanced to the side, smiling bitterly. The blonde guard glared at him and walked toward them. His grandparents showed concern. He explained, "He works for my lover."

"Your lover has bodyguards." Tabito remarked coldly.

Pushing away from the tree, Akihito mumbled, "I said you wouldn't like my lover or approve of him. Then again, when did I listen?" He walked toward the guard. He knew he was in trouble. Before the guard could say a word, he spoke, "I will do whatever I please."

"Where have you been?" Suoh asked coldly. He looked everywhere for the boy but had no luck. He was relieved that he found the boy here or his boss would be flipping out.

Akihito shrugged his shoulders and answered, "I've been around." He turned to his grandparents. He saw their concern in their eyes. They worry for him like they always have. Before they could speak, he spoke, "I'll see you in two days." He walked away with Suoh following close by. The wind started to pick up and the rain was starting to fall. He lifted his head to the skies, feeling the dread around him. He got inside the car without a word. Suoh got inside the driver's seat and started to drive. He glanced out the window and said his first words since they got inside, "How mad is he?"

"There are things going down that has him worried. He doesn't wish you to be caught into it." Suoh explained.

Akihito asked, "Is someone after him?"

"We do not know. There have been strange deaths. They are targeting yakuza in the area. It is possible he could be a target." Suoh answered. He felt for the boy and he told the truth to the other. If the truth was told, then the boy would listen to them more.

"I see." Akihito mumbled, turning his head to look out the window. It meant he would be having a bodyguard following him. He hated when he was followed. He rolled his eyes. He could escape them if he really wanted to. He always did in the past. He didn't care about the threat. He was damage goods. He lost everything when his parents died. He always felt this way around their death. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the truth. He didn't want to remember that time. He threw a party that night because his parents were on a trip for a few days. He was drinking, laughing with friends. Then everything went to hell. The police showed up and he feared about the party. The cops ignored it and straight out told him what happened. He was lost that night.

In the penthouse, Asami stared out the window. Who could behind the killings? Were they coming after him? He felt his world spin when he thought of Akihito getting harmed in the war. He didn't want anything to happen to the other. He walked to the bar, grabbing himself another drink. Suoh didn't call back. He hoped the other was where he thought he was. It was the only place he could think of. He didn't understand why the boy wouldn't take a guard with him there. He needed to have a talk with his young lover. He had to be honest about some things to even have the other listen to him. The door opened and he looked over to see the photographer tossing his wet coat onto the chair. Hazel eyes looked at him.

Akihito sighed, "Start the preaching now before I get too tired to hear it."

"Takaba." Asami growled, warningly.

Akihito walked toward the dangerous man. Asami only used his last name when he was upset with him. He leaned up, kissing those lips. It hurt when the kiss wasn't returned but he pushed it away. He walked to the couch and flopped down. He stated, "Suoh told me what have you worried. You can't keep me locked inside forever, Ryuuichi. I do have a life and I need to be out there to do it."

"Damn it, Akihito. This person has escaped everyone and no one is claiming the hits. It is too dangerous for you. You are by my side and they see you a weakness." Asami hissed as he walked toward his lover.

"Then they don't know us very well. I'm not weak, Ryuuichi. And for one, you won't show them a weakness." Akihito snapped back. He stood up, ready to go to the bathroom but Asami was blocking his way. He stared into those narrowed eyes. He poked the man in the chest, sneering, "This is the last thing I need right now. You of all people should know what this week is like for me. My friends all believe I have moved on. My grandparents think I'm fixed about it. The last thing I need is for them to worry even more. They met Suoh. I do not need them to preach to me about the person I'm seeing. Damn it. Let ME LIVE MY LIFE!" He walked around the stun yakuza and went to the bathroom. He slammed the door, leaning against it.

Asami stand there for a few moments, before going to the bathroom. He heard the shower running. He opened the door and walked inside. He spoke over the falling water, "You will have a guard. I do not need a repeat of Hong Kong."

Sticking his head out, Akihito glared at the man. He couldn't have someone following him. His grandparents would flip out and try to pull him away from Asami. He rolled his eyes and went back to his shower. He would escape them like he always did. Damn to what will happen to him for it. He felt the warmth wrap around him in strong arms. He felt the river break and tears started to fall. He didn't want to fight with the man. He didn't want to be a disappointment to his parents even though they were gone. He tried to wipe the tears away. He was pulled into a strong embrace. He didn't know what the other thought of him. So many thoughts were going through his mind, making him lose all sense.

"Maybe you need to talk to someone." Asami's strong voice echoed in the shower.

Laughing at the idea, Akihito wheezed, "That… That didn't… didn't help me… me before." He stopped going when it didn't work. They tried to put him on pills but none of it helped him. He pulled away from the embrace. He just wanted a moment to himself. He wanted to gather his thoughts and be happy for once. Asami made his world exciting and worth living. He glanced back to see Asami cleaning himself. He turned around, staring at the man. He gave a sad look when those golden eyes stared right back. He didn't want a world without Asami. He took a step forward, whispering, "Make me forget even for a moment." Lips were sealed into a heated kiss as he was pushed against the wall. The water flowed over them but none of it matter. He felt strong hands run up his body, making him shiver even in the stream room. He was gone from this world and was in a fairytale where the prince saved him.

Asami broke the kiss, moving his mouth down the jaw to the neck. He kissed and bit at the flesh. He heard the small moaning escaping those swollen lips. He lifted those hips as legs wrapped around his waist. He rubbed his cock against the other's. He sealed those lips again, catching the loud moans. He would do anything for this boy. He would throw down his life for the other if he had to. It was first time he felt this way. Yes, he was loyal to those around him, but he never felt this way for a lover before. Then again, he never had a lover last this long. It was heavenly and hell at the same time. He moved his mouth down, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking it until it got hard and bit at it.

Akihito banged his head against the tile, gripping at we black locks, moaning out a name that meant something to his heart, "Ryuuichi." He ran his hands down the strong back, feeling the muscles. He was lost in the pleasure, making sure he felt it all. His cock met the built stomach, rubbing against it, making him see stars. He groaned, "Take me. Just take me." He didn't care if it was rough. He enjoyed their sex. It took a long time to admit that to himself alone out loud. He felt Asami's thick cock at his entrance and he started to breath heavy. He felt the other tease. He dug his nails into those shoulders, shaming himself by begging, "Oh god, please. Please. Please, Ryuuichi."

The yakuza slammed his hips forward, pushing his cock inside that tight heat that always engulfed him. He groaned softly. Lips crashed against his and he returned the fever. He dratted his tongue inside as he pulled out, slamming right back inside.

Akihito felt his world spin and everything looked white. He gripped that strong back, holding onto for dear life. He tossed his head back when Asami hit his sweet spot, making him moan loudly. He felt the heat build between them, making him sweat. He needed more of this. He had to keep this, but there was a threat. He closed his eyes, trying to hard the harsh truth out.

"Open your eyes." Asami ordered.

Akihito opened his eyes, staring into golden ones. They were lit up in lust. He moved his hips forward, taking that thick cock in him more. He felt a hand wrap around his red cock, making him scream out loud. He felt his entire body shake as he cried out, "Ryuuichiiiiii!" He came all over their bodies.

Feeling the muscles tighten around his cock, Asami couldn't hold back either. He thrust in one more time before releasing inside his lover's body. He pulled out and caught his boy before he fell down the shower wall. He leaned to the other man's ear, whispering, "Mine always."

Akihito stared at the man but said nothing. They were cleaned and he was carried to the bedroom, lying on the bed in the warm embrace, his thoughts returned. He glanced over to see the older man fast asleep. He ran his hand over the tan face, sighing sadly. Asami was dangerous but he was still human. He laid his head on the yakuza's chest, hearing the heart beat, telling him the man was alive. He closed his eyes.

An hour later, the hit man stared out the window, watching the storm. He wanted to see something but nothing was coming to him. His thoughts were clouded, blinding him. He had no idea how he was going to carry out the mission. It was the most dangerous target ever. He would have to get close to the man to finish him off. He didn't want to do that.