Disclaimer: I don't own anything Viewfinder, I do own Mark.
Chapter 4
Mark glared down at Akihito. He felt somewhat betrayed.
"What have you been hiding?" he asked harshly.
"Nothing, everything, I don't know!" Akihito responded. Mark pinned him to the door, hands above his head.
"Tell me!" he shouted. He shoved his knee into Akihito's groin, slowly grinding. Akihito moaned.
"Please…"he moaned. Mark gritted his teeth and looked away from the crying face.
"Who are you running from exactly?" Mark asked in a low voice. "What's your real name?"
Akihito looked away, his tears flowing down his cheeks. Mark began to grind in painfully, then he pulled one hand down, grasping both of Akihito's with the other. He pulled his head back painfully and crushed his mouth onto the others. Akihito tried to pul away, struggling with all his might. To no avail. Mark released his mouth, only to place it on his neck and bite.
"Stop!" Akihito shrieked. "My name is Takaba Akihito!"
Mark stopped his grinding. "Who are you running from?" he whispered into his ear.
"Asami….Ryuuichi."
Mark paused. He took a step back. "What?"
"Asami…"
"No, no. I heard you," Mark said, putting his head in his hands, rubbing his temples. "You are running from Asami-sama. And I let you in. Oh, god, I fucked you!"
Akihito's face paled. "Asami…sama? You worked for Asami?"
He backed into the door like he was trying to melt through it. Then he turned around, flinging himself onto the handle, throwing the door open and bursting into the hallway, ignoring his open shirt, ignoring the shouts from Mark. For all he knew, Asami was waiting in the alleyway below, but he didn't care. He ran from the building into the street.
From the shadows, Asami watched. A light shown down from the window above and Asami looked up. His eyes widened at the sight of his former bodyguard.
Akihito slowed to a walk as he neared the river. The stink caught his nose and he stopped. He didn't know what he was doing anymore. He had uprooted his life for what? He was jealous of a man who was not even his lover. Akihito knew he was just a toy to Asami, just a quick fuck in between, but having walked in on Asami with another man killed him.
He walked to the edge of the railing separating him from the river and sighed. All he could think was that he could just jump. Jump and it was over, he didn't have to worry anymore. But Asami's suave face flickered through his thoughts, followed by Mark's, who smiled at him.
Akihito leaned down and placed his head on his arms. He let out one quick sob.
"Asami," he whispered under his breath again. He tried the others name, he whispered Mark, but it didn't feel right.
For all of the noise that surrounded him, he couldn't hear anything save his own heartbeat. It thudded in his ears with such force he was sure that he wasn't the only one to hear it. He wanted Asami, he wanted Mark, he wanted the impossible combination of the two of them. Asami's suave and sometimes ruff play and Mark's kindness and caring.
A knock came to the door, very soft. Mark perked up, thinking it was perhaps Akihito come back. But it was not. Before him stood Asami, and though Mark himself was taller, he felt so much more inferior in the face of this man.
"I saw you," Asami said in a low voice.
"Saw me?" Mark tried to play dumb. To no avail.
"You kissed my Takaba. So I can only assume you did more. Tell me, Mark, why was it that I let you live?"
Mark swallowed against the lump in his throat. Asami looked menacing, his eyes glinting in the light brought in from the lamps.
Asami opened his coat. "Well?"
Mark saw the weapon, black and sleek hidden in its holster. He shifted. He wasn't weak, and might have a chance to take Asami in a fair fight, but once a gun was brought into the picture, only the man holding it won. Period.
Akihito stumbled back towards Mark's flat, brooding over everything. It was impossible to have the two mixed but he new that, without a doubt, he would pick Asami over Mark. So he would save Mark, he would find Asami once he collected his things.
Then a single shot pierced the silent night. Akihito's breath caught in his chest. He was certain he knew where the shot had come from.
In the window, Akihito could see Asami, looming, smoke rising from the gun he held in his hand. Mark was no where to be found.
A roar of rage and terror burst from his gut and he tore up the stairs. "Asami!" he shrieked.
The man stood aside. Mark lay on the ground, cradling a wounded forearm. The bullet had barely grazed him. He had fallen back at the last minute. Akihito breathed a sigh of relief before he remembered who stood behind him.
He turned his head and tried to hide his fear and outrage. Asami simply glared down at him. He put the gun back into its place and closed his jacket. Then he shot one last look back in Mark's direction before picking up Akihito, throwing him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing.
"I'll be back later," he muttered in English. Mark groaned and put pressure on his arm, letting the two leave.
Akihito looked back at him apologetically. He wanted to whisper how sorry he was. But Asami would hear. So he just stared.
When they reached the hotel, Asami finally put down his load. Akihito flumped onto the plush floors with a gasp. The wind had been knocked out of him and he coughed, breathing in heavily to try and regain himself.
Asami sat back on the bed and undid himself, opening his pants, and taking of his shirt and jacket. He stared at Akihito struggling to regain himself. He seethed.
"What did you think would happen?" he asked in a harsh voice.
"I-d-don't," was all Akihito could get out before another coughing fit.
"Running. It was pointless. And because why, you were jealous? Don't be."
"S-sure, I'll ignore the fact that you sleep with other m-men, just so you can get your jollies." Another fit and then some steady breathing.
Asami leaned forward and grabbed the boy by his lapel. "Don't start with me. You are mine and for the past few days, you decided to give yourself to another man?"
"So you can have another man, but I cant?"
Asami crushed his lips against Akihito's, bruising them. He forced the others mouth open and began to tear at his tongue, the force he used more firm than usual. But all the more pleasurable to Akihito, who simply groaned into the kiss he wanted and didn't want.
Asami separated briefly. "A-sami, don't," Akihito breathed. Then the lips were back again with crushing force.
Asami tore open the smaller man's shirt, ripping it from his shoulders. Releasing him from his kiss only briefly, he tossed the other onto the soft bed and moved on top of him, dominating him.
He covered his mouth with one hand while he reached into his pants with the other, drawing out his half-hard cock, stimulating it. Soon his erection was unbearable. Akihito bit into Asami's hand, tasting the metallic rust in his mouth as he drew blood.
Asami flinched. "You," he whispered menacingly. Akihito rolled out from under him and tried to worm away. Asami caught him quickly.
"Stop!" Akihito cried. "Please, god, Asami!"
End Chapter 4.
Enter the cliff hanger of doom.