Title: Night

Fandom: Viewfinder

Pairing: Asami/Akihito

Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder. I am not making any profit from this.

Rating: Cut down to R, for

Warnings: Yaoi, m/m sex

A stray thought made Takaba realize that this must have been the first time for him to enter Asami's apartment with his consciousness still intact, because he did not remember ever coming here before, but had very vivid recollections of waking up there. More than once.

Part Two

The night was dark and the darkness spilled all over Asami's bedroom under the muted lights which gave away only so much to allow them to see. Even the sheets on the huge, impeccably made bed were dark and darkness pooled in the shadows of Asami's eyes, hiding their fire from Takaba's gaze, but somehow that frightened him more than it would have if he had seen it bared in living daylight.

Sudden memories welled to the surface, bringing with them fear. He remembered being trapped and helpless and he shuddered violently. He remembered the relentless strength of Asami's arms, his demanding mouth, the terrible, merciless size of him and his inhuman stamina that Takaba could not keep up with, but had to endure anyway.

He turned on a sudden instinct to flee, seriously doubting his rationale in willingly coming here with his tormentor. He did not get far, because Asami was there, behind him and Takaba's breath broke on a frightened gasp as the man shut the door with a decisive thud, his cruel, cruel mouth lifting in an evil smirk as if he had read Takaba's mind.

Takaba watched with wide eyes as Asami turned the key in the lock, hearing it click slowly. Once. Twice. The bastard, he was doing this to him on purpose, because he must have known that it would make Takaba's heart leap just like that and then contract, as if trying to flee and then to hide when escape turned out to be impossible. Never taking his eyes away from him, Asami pulled the key out, putting it aside, out of Takaba's reach.

There was no way out.

Something about the way that Asami walked made Takaba back away from him when he approached, without even thinking about it. Asami's every move spoke of power, of control. His grace emphasized his frightening strength and his calm the danger that lurked underneath. He practically dripped with dark promise, all the more terrifying in this quiet solitude of his intimidating world which Takaba, by all rights, should never have entered.

Why the hell didn't he make a scandal when he'd had the chance? To hell with his job, his reputation, his entire life as he knew it; he should have screamed when he had seen Asami that evening and maybe, just maybe if he had made enough noise, the eternal nightmare of the man would have gone away. Probably only to come back later when he was helpless and alone and punish him accordingly for thwarting his intentions, but still…

Takaba stepped backwards, but to his dismay, his back hit a cool, solid surface soon enough and there was nowhere left to go. He shuddered all over from the impact and Asami was there, leaning his arms to the wall on the both sides of his head, not touching, but trapping him, flooding him with the warmth of his body and the scent of his flesh. Asami's overbearing closeness made Takaba' head spin and when he leaned down as if to kiss him, Takaba squeezed his eyes shut, because that was the only retreat that he still had.

Asami laughed and his hot breath against Takaba's neck sent shocks of sensation down his spine, making him moan and his erection twitch. To his eternal mortification, he grew hard in a matter of seconds just from the simple promise Asami emanated and he shivered in anticipation, but he could hardly decide through the overload of sensation in his hazy mind whether it was from fear or desire.

"You are trembling," Asami said, pressing his lips to the soft hollow under Takaba's jaw and licking, making him shudder and arch.

Takaba scowled up at him brilliantly, because he would be damned if he would let the bastard know that he was afraid, or worse yet, that he wanted this, had wanted it for days and that he had missed his attention beyond all good reason when the man had not sought him out for longer than was usual.

"I am cold," Takaba said and Asami smiled down at him, pressing against him, making him feel his hard, massive erection against his own, much smaller one and it was frightening even through layers of both of their clothes, but it still connected to some twisted part of Takaba's brain and he hardened almost completely just from the touch of it, (which was, of course, Asami's fault, because he was the one who had awakened that side of him).

"Are you?" Asami said, pulling Takaba close and then pinning him so that the boy was trapped between the wall and his strong body. "Come here, then. Let me warm you."

Takaba moaned as he was caught in a deep, desperate kiss, forgetting to fight him and opening his mouth to the invading caress of Asami's demanding tongue. It wasn't that he wanted this, but it was true that his clothes were wet and it only made sense to let Asami undress him. He was shivering all over, but that was from the cold, surely it was from the cold and had absolutely nothing to do with Asami's strong hands gliding all over his bare skin.

Asami was warm, so wonderfully, comfortably warm and Takaba had been stuck out in the cold for the whole miserable day, so that was why it felt good to press up against him and melt into his caress, to let his hot hands slide over his naked flesh and not resist as they moved without hesitation to explore all the intimate, sensitive spots, making him writhe, tremble and moan.

He wasn't having trouble breathing, was he? But there suddenly seemed to be a distinct lack of oxygen in his proximity, so that must have been the reason why his heart was beating so erratically and loudly and he broke the kiss when he couldn't take it anymore, gasping for air and closing his eyes to ride out the flood of sensations that threatened to rip him to parts.

He felt strangely weak and lightheaded, so it was reasonable to hold on to Asami with such desperation and it was only natural to find so much pleasure in touching him, in burying his face in Asami's neck to breathe in deeply the scent of his skin, because Asami smelled clean and luxurious and it was inexplicably, unbearably arousing. It certainly wasn't Takaba's fault that the subtle scents of tobacco and expensive cologne clung to Asami's impeccable clothes, to his soft, dark hair and turned him on without a fail. And it was just a coincidence that Asami smelled of all the things that Takaba's treacherous senses seem to like, he just hadn't been aware that he liked them before he had met the man. The heat of Asami's body truly felt so incredibly good, that he could not help but to desperately rip down the expensive shirt from Asami's shoulders and bare more of his flawless chest. He pressed his mouth against it, wanting to drink in all of that wonderful warmth which he sorely seemed to be lacking and it felt as if he would die right then and there from a pure overload of sensation.

But he hated Asami and there was no doubt about that. Asami was cruel, Asami was evil. He was a complete bastard who did not hesitate to take advantage of Takaba when he felt like it, only to leave him all alone again when he had had his entertainment, without so much as a goodbye (not that Takaba wanted him to stay around afterwards, but it hurt anyway) and just thinking about it produced a bout of true chagrin, which Takaba clung to with infinite gratitude, because when Asami did those things with his tongue to his very sensitive ears, he tended to forget all about his misgivings.

He tended to forget a lot of things in Asami's arms and he wondered if enjoying this twisted game of lust and control qualified as temporary insanity, because he couldn't possibly even like Asami, let alone love him, in spite of the fact that he had wonderfully soft lips and that he kissed with incredible skill (which, by the way, he had no doubt gained through bountiful practice with people other than Takaba). And no, that was not jealousy that he felt when he thought about someone else touching Asami's perfect skin, just righteous indignation, because Takaba was there, in his luxurious apartment, only because he had no other choice.

"Just so you know…" Takaba breathed out, finding it very hard to say the simplest things. "I don't want this, it is your fault and I… ah, you bastard… I hate you… so much!"

Asami's eyes narrowed dangerously and he kissed him hard, with ruthless, unnecessary force, making his lip bleed. "Quiet," he said in a hoarse, breathless voice when he pulled back. "Just… be quiet!"

He picked Takaba up and flung him down face first on to the bed, coming down upon him and pinning him to the mattress before he had had the chance to try and wiggle away. He looked at his boy with darkness swirling in his eyes and Takaba shuddered under him, making one final attempt to squirm out of his grasp, because arousal or no arousal, he did not exactly look forward to what Asami was going to do.

"You… owe me quite enough for tonight…" Asami breathed and bit down hard on Takaba's sensitive nape. "Do not make me add more to your debt."

Owe him? What did he mean by owe him?

Takaba twisted his head around and scowled up at him. "I have no idea what you are talking about and I… Ah… No! No, stop it, no… you bastard! Aaah!"

Asami was big and it had been long enough for it to hurt even with someone of a less intimidating size. It was punishment and Takaba knew it when Asami decided to forego all foreplay, simply stretching him open with two lubed fingers and then pushing inside with relentless insistence. The size of him was agony and Takaba's eyes filled with tears as his body contracted around the intruder, fighting to deny him entrance.

"It is too late for 'no' between us, my sweet little rabbit," Asami growled in a low, dangerous voice and bit down on Takaba's sensitive ear. "You are mine and you will endure this!"

"I… I am not…!" Takaba attempted a choked, futile protest until it broke on a cry he could not hold back when Asami forced himself another inch into his resisting body.

"You are," Asami said simply and tightened his hold on Takaba's hips, stilling his squirms and making him take it. "And you have still not learned your lesson in surrender."

Takaba whimpered and clenched the sheets desperately, biting his lip to stop himself from crying out aloud. There was nowhere to go, no way to stop this, even if his treacherous body had not been responding to it like it was, in spite of the bitter pain. Asami claimed him slowly, inch by agonizing inch, pulling out only to push inside again, every time a little deeper than before, forcing him open even as he stroked his painfully hard, leaking cock that fit so nicely into his large, elegant hand, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive, weeping head and making Takaba scream as he was ripped between the dual, equally intense sensations of pleasure and pain.

"P… please… ah…please!" he begged. "You are being too rough!"

Asami licked a line over his nape and Takaba moaned, bucking against him involuntarily and impaling himself completely upon the hard, thick length that pierced him. Asami gasped and pinned him down hard, until Takaba could scarcely breathe under his weight and his heat.

"Do you think you deserve it," Asami asked, kissing his neck, "for me to be gentle?"

"It hurts!" Takaba sobbed and twisted his head around to rub his cheek against Asami's in supplication. "Please, it has been too long… and you are too big… please, it hurts!"

"Shh…" Asami whispered into his hair. "Relax and let me in. It will hurt so much less that way. Your resistance is your punishment. You know that."

Takaba hid his face in the pillow, biting down and hopelessly trying to silence the cries he made. Asami raised himself above him, holding him down with a hand at the base of his spine and set an even, torturous pace of long, slow thrusts destined to last forever, filling him completely and then pulling out, hitting his prostate each time, until the pain and the pleasure molded into one, each too sharp and distinct to be muffled by the other, but neither strong enough to prevail. The pain kept him from cumming and the pleasure held him on the very edge. Asami knew him, all his limits and his responses and he could go on like this for a long, long time, for much longer than Takaba could stand it.

"S… stop," he begged, his voice getting weaker and more desperate with each plea, until he was pushed past coherent speech and then past reasonable thought.

There would be no mercy, no reprieve. Takaba knew what came next. It would go on and on, until he cried from frustration, until he no longer even knew how to beg and all that remained was Asami, filling his body, filling his mind, taking over his entire world. Until he was pushed past all resistance and there was nothing left to deny his captor anything he wanted.

"Who do you belong to?" the question would come and Takaba would thrash his head from side to side, as if to avoid the answer.

"Who do you belong to?" Asami would ask, until even the pleasure became unbearable torture and the pain a welcome relief, until Takaba began to think that he would die under him, in his arms, from his lips.

"Who do you belong to?" Over and over again, until at last, Takaba had to answer.

"You."