The two men sat across from each other in a non-descript office with black seats than didn't seem to stay in one place. The man behind the desk typed with a loud clack-clack on his shiny black laptop with fat pale fingers while the other man checked his smart-phone every couple of minutes with one hand and drummed loudly with his fingers with the other, flipping his feet in impatience.
The man with the phone who felt like crap for some reason and certainly wasn't in the mood for a meeting, scowled at his phone like it could read his feelings.
"What's the matter with you, Akihito? Your girlfriend dump you via text?" The man with the laptop said to his subordinate, grinning with his perfectly white upper teeth through very thin lips.
The man, who looked more boy than man, exhaled with a gasp. "What? No…I'm just…checking the news." Akihito was lying and probably not very well.
His irritation as to why the bastard (AKA the man in the tight SFFD t-shirt that went by the nickname Asami the Great) stopped calling him in a very abrupt way. Not that Akihito cared, it was just abrupt, like a quick moving storm that left devastation behind him. He thought he heard a deep female voice say….
Well, it was nice while it lasted.
Although he wasn't sure if nice described Asami in any way, shape, or form.
"Hehehe. Yeah, sure." His boss finished typing away and closed his laptop with a loud click. "You've heard what this meeting is about, then."
"I don't have any idea, Mr. Bob, something….news related?" He put the phone aside, trying to put the fire captain out of his mind, because he was sure Asami thoughts and body had moved on to another more-willing victim.
"Well – that's rather broad but yes, news related. Actually related to that B-roll you shot a month or so ago at the Old Grapevine fire." Mr. Bob said. His full name was actually Robert (Bob) North, but he just went by plain Bob. The 'Mr.' Akihito added because Mr. Bob wouldn't answer to 'boss' or 'Mr. North' but just plain Bob seemed disrespectful.
Of course, just plain Bob had to mention that blaze and visions of Asami the Great in his firefighter's uniform floated before his bloodshot eyes. He rubbed his hands over his face in some attempt to rid his brain of the image, making little sparks float around his vision. "What about it?" Akihito said with a slight irritation in his voice because the face-palming wasn't working like he thought it would.
"I suppose you caught the arsonist in the act or something." Mr. Bob said in a bored and grumpy tone. "Although the way you shoot….har har har, fat chance of that." When Mr. Bob laughed his chair shook.
"And yet you still employ me." The way his fat boss teased him always made him a little queasy. "Thanks for the vote of confidence. Well, here's hoping." He swallowed the little paper cup of water, wishing it was liquor, his eyes closing as the liquid quenched the dryness in his throat.
The office door opened and he opened his eyes as well, the water catching in his throat at the apparition before him. Asami the Great Big Bastard was standing at the door and he blinked a couple of times, hoping it was a nightmare.
He coughed and did the classic double take.
Yes, the captain in the formal uniform was still standing there, his gold eyes flickering as if they reflected every fire he'd seen in his life.
"Good morning." The man in the blue uniform with shiny brass buttons said in a polite tone bordering on formal like he was having tea with the Queen. He regarded Akihito with a slight eye-widening before turning his attention to the fat man behind the big ornate desk littered with little scraps of yellow sticky paper. Akihito's boss sat there, a big grin on his face, like he'd eaten all the donuts in the Green Room and was now riding a sugar high. "This is the right room, I'm assuming." He said with a deep timbre that Akihito felt into his toes.
Akihito sat back in his seat, determined to pretend they weren't acquainted with each other, at least, not that way. "Good morning, Captain Asami." He said without inflection, his mouth reluctantly working as Asami sat in one of those black spinning chairs without asking for permission.
He smells of expensive cigarettes and the ocean and….wait….what else…oh yeah….egotism.
"Oh good, you know each other. Then I can dispense with the intros." His boss stood up, his hand outstretched and Asami the Great shook it vigorously, his boss grinning into his ears with that funny lop-sided smile. He usually only grinned like that during Sweeps Week, when the female anchors wore low-cut tops and they ran filler stories on cheerleaders and skanky pop-stars. "Captain Asami wants to go through the B-Roll from Old Grapevine fire with you, how fun is that?" Grinning boss said.
"I gave it to the Arson team to go over already…." He tried not to swallow hard, but the lump in his throat refused to budge. "and I have a shoot –"
"Cancelled. This is priority." His boss said with a commanded in his voice.
He ignored the voice. "Are you….are you….serious?"
"Is there a problem?" Asami the Great (ass) said with a tell-tale rise of delight in his voice at his loaded question.
Of course there is a problem. Akihito yelled to himself as he gave that man the mental middle finger. But instead of saying all that he clipped out, "No, fine. Uh...are you taking over the arson investigation, Captain Asami?"
"Regretfully. Captain Mike Welch has stepped down for his own reasons."
"Oh? And those reasons are..." Akihito mumbled, but didn't move even though his boss was giving him the get-out-of-my-office gesture, which looked like he had a crick in his neck.
"It was an internal matter and I'll leave it at that." Captain Asami the Great said as if he was keeping a deep, dark and sinister secret, which judging by that funny twitch of his lips, he probably was.
"Uh huh…..edit bay 38 is unused. So, go use it." His fat boss ordered and stood up, probably heading to the Green Room for more pastries. "I've got some cables to wrap." He said in his way of a final dismissal.
Akihito didn't roll his eyes, but he sure wanted to. "Captain Asami, this way." He rose out of the relative safety of his chair and borrowing a formal gesture from a show he saw about the British aristocracy, ushered Asami down the hall and to the left. Then another left. Two rights and another left. "Please keep your voice down, Studio one-eight is going live."
Actually that wasn't true he just didn't have anything to say as they walked the lonely walk down an equally lonely hall with only faded posters of television stars to keep them company. This whole situation was….
"Awkward, if I may say so." The man read his mind, keeping his voice low as instructed.
"You knew I worked here." He mumbled back.
"Of course I did, I requested that you assist me." Asami turned to the side to let another employee pass and waited until their footsteps receded before continuing. "That wasn't the part that was awkward - your boss seems to have a thing for me."
"I doubt that…." He mumbled under his breath, hoping the bells ringing in the distance would cover his choice of words. "…..you narcissistic bastard."
The low throaty chuckle he felt again and not in his toes, but in his crotch. Akihito sped up the pace, reaching the door just as he felt Asami reach for his arm. He tried to ignore the warm touch on his elbow, shrugging it off with a backward warning glance and the hand dropped.
"Ah, here we are." Akihito pressed the light switch and winced as the cold room blazed blue with fluorescent light. The room smelt of plastic, mechanical devices and dust. "It's a little cramped."
"I like it that way. Close the door." Before he could say have a seat, Asami pushed him to the door, Akihito's back making the dust rise in the far too small room, made smaller by Asami's large body. The sound proofed walls muffled his echoes of protest, his hands pinned above him by Asami's strong palms and Asami's eager mouth on his, sucking his tongue out and into his own mouth.
"No….no…not.." He said when Asami pulled back and kept his eyes focused, boring into Akihito's inner thoughts. Asami looked really horny.
"No? When you're already like this?" He fondled Akihito's half-awake cock through his jeans and smirked that irritating smirk. "What were you thinking about in your boss' office?"
"Nothing….I'm at work. It's not cool."
"Are you saying….when you aren't at work? That sounds promising." He sucked on Akihito's index finger, his tongue licking each digit one at a time until they were wet with spit.
"Shit. Don't put words in my mouth."
"All right." Asami put his tongue in Akihito's mouth instead and swirled it around, the taste of Asami's cigarettes infusing with the flavor of Akihito's own minted toothpaste.
"Please." He said when he got his tongue back as he tried to push the large man off, with little success. "Get off me."
"As you say, I'll get you off now – and then we work…since you can't work it seems." He palmed the erection harder, the zipper of his tight jeans suddenly coming down with an expert stroke of Asami's two fingers. "And then later, I'll get off…inside your cute round ass."
His hand reached back and with a gentleness that surprised Akihito, he cupped Akihito's ass and ran his fingers along the now exposed crack. "Such an adorable ass."
"Oh…oh…" Akihito panted as Asami lowered to his knees and gave Akihito's now freed cock a gentle lick.
"You've gone from no (lick) to oh very quickly, Akihito." e quipped with a half-smile, which was really a smirk but Akihito could forgive him since he was hovering over Akihito's cock. "I didn't get to suck on this last time." One finger flicked up the seam on the underside of his now twitching and very hard cock.
"You're…you're nasty."
Another lick and Akihito felt his knees buckle, his body only held upright by Asami right hand on his hip. "And you're enjoying this."
"Oh….shi…" Was the last thing he remembered coming vaguely coherent out of his mouth as Asami swallowed him up to the hilt. With a tongue that defied logic, he sucked Akihito's slit with a loud slurping noise before opening his mouth wide and Akihito breathlessly moaned as Asami's mouth devoured his cock. Asami was grinning with his eyes, obviously amused by Akihito's feinted protests in between strangled whimpers.
He licked one side, and then up the other with a tongue that had a life of its own and Asami hummed around his cock, that baritone timbre made him ache with pent-up desire.
"Oh…..oh…" He gasped out, feeling his toes curl inside his sneakers. His fingers clenched and unclenched as he reached out for Asami's head and yanked his captain's hat off and dropped it onto the chair without ceremony. Then he proceeded to make a mess of Asami's hair, gripping it and letting go. "Oh….oh..." He moaned again, making the bastard with the expert tongue smile up at him with his lips still around his cock.
"Enjoy it, adorable (lick) Akihito." He thought he heard Asami say, but he wasn't sure because his pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the noises in the room.
Akihito's eyes pinched shut, but he felt everything, the Captain's hands caressed his warm skin under his shirt, touching him in places that made his cock twitch. Everywhere he petted made his desire grow hotter, wetter. He wanted to beg the Captain to go faster or slow down, but he couldn't get his mouth to work. A drop of drool dripped out of his open mouth and he wiped it away, and then bit his own hand to trap the moan at the back of his throat.
He jerked involuntarily as pre-cum escaped and was swallowed into Asami's mouth. Asami's warm hands kneaded Akihito's twitching thighs, and he let out an involuntary gasp as Asami's nails brushed against his balls and then cupped them gently. Cool air surrounded his cock as Asami left it to give his balls a gentle lick with that almost raspy tongue.
"Let me hear you, because no one else can." Asami purred seductively. "It's sound-proofed, right?"
"Huh..uh, yeah..oh…" He dropped the hand dented with his own teeth marks back onto Asami's messed up hair that felt so soft under his fingers and moaned loudly, his head plastered against the door, as Asami sucked his balls into his mouth and then back out. It felt intense.
"Still shaved, I see." That deeply aroused voice said. Akihito finally opened his eyes and looking down, caught in the spell of Asami's seductive gaze.
Akihito titled his head, and the look of lust deepened until Asami's eyes were two black colored pools. "My boss likes me shaved." Akihito quipped jokingly, smiling a little.
Asami didn't smile back. Asami stood up instead, only to press him hard against the door again, his cock forgotten. "I may have to retract what I said about fucking you at work for that comment." He droned out in a menacing tone, pressing his pelvis against Akihito's hard-on. The fabric's friction burned against his skin and Akihito winced.
"No….please….I was kidding." Akihito's fear mounted as the eyes grew hard and demanding, something wicked forming in Asami's sadistic brain. "Please."
"No?" Two digits found its way into his slightly parted mouth, pushing in and around Akihito's wet tongue. His fingers tasted of nicotine, bitter against his tongue.
"No?" Asami said again and chuckled into the back of his throat. It sounded wild and uncontrolled, that deep chuckle. The two fingers retracted from his throat and made a wet trail down his shirt and dug into the softness of his gray cotton briefs. "Not this?"
Akihito gulped loudly as the wet fingers teased around his sphincter and then entered slow at first, then a little less gentle. "Please…not here." He whispered one final time, although it came out far from coherent in his own ears and Asami wasn't listening anyway. Akihito's hips gyrated against Asami's crotch despite his efforts to control himself.
The fingers pushed harder, Asami's brow stitched together with effort. "You're still so tight." He whispered into Akihito's neck.
He fought the blush that rose to his cheeks and averted his gaze. "It's been a….mhnn….month." He tried not to say it, but it just slipped out.
"You've been waiting for me to call." The fingers kept moving, relentless in the pursuit of whatever goal Asami had in mind. It hurt but the solid heat of Asami's hips against his cock made him forget the little twinges of pain.
Akihito arched into the door as Asami pushed harder, his body breaking out in tiny beads of sweat. "No…..no, I haven't…oh…..you're….deluded."
"The phone goes both ways, they made them that way so one can conduct a proper conversation." Asami's voice at his neck reverberated, the deep voice purring with need.
"My roommate told me I shouldn't….uh….call you." His eyes closed again as Asami continued nuzzling his neck, leaving little wet trails and warm kisses down onto his collar bone. "So I didn't."
"Should I be jealous of this roommate?" Asami whispered, his left hand holding Akihito's hips against the door as his fingers explored Akihito's hole.
"NNnnnnhhh…he thought I was investigating you. Please…" Breathless and desperate for release, his own hand travelled to his own cock, only to have it pushed against the door and held there, Asami's hand grasping his wrist tightly.
"And you didn't tell him we are lovers?"
"Lovers? Since when in hell are we lovers?" Akihito spat back, boldly giving Asami a fierce look.
"This is what lovers do, Akihito." He guided Akihito's entrapped hand down to his own cock confined in perfectly pressed dress pants. "Right here…..and right here." He wrenched Akihito's head to the side and with slightly parted lips, devoured his mouth.
Akihito's tentatively fondled Asami's hard and very large cock with his fingers, feeling it twitch and swell with every stroke as he clung to Asami, his face warm against the broad chest. His eyes felt heavy, his fingers clumsy as he touched Asami with desperation.
His earlier protests long forgotten, he kneaded his cock against Asami's dress slacks, little gasps echoing in the small room. Whimpers of want dripped from Akihito's mouth even as he tried to control it.
A cold chill gripped him and it took a minute in his dazed mind that Asami had sat down and with a beckoning hand, motioned for him to sit on his lap. "Akihito," the deep voice hummed out, "come here and sit on Santa's lap."
Akihito tried to melt into the faux wooden door. "I don't….I don't…want to. Please."
"Come here." Asami's voice sounded mad but his eyes shown with amusement, making Akihito shiver obviously. "Are you scared of me or are you just cold?"
"No, I'm not either one of those….I'm just….at work." He stated flatly, and forgetting his pants were around his ankles, he boldly took one step forward and almost tripped.
"I can see that, but I can't carry you out of here on my shoulder, although it is tempting." Asami's hand reached out to steady him and then with a quick pull, Akihito was in his lap. "That's better." He chuckled again, the smoke-tinged laugh coming out more menacing than amused.
Akihito settled onto the captain's lap with no further protests, mainly because his mouth was occupied between Asami's lips, nipping and demanding and needy. Everything else faded in the room except Asami's relentless kisses and worship-like touches, trailing down his heaving chest before gripping Akihito's thighs.
"Asami." He said breathlessly as Asami's hand wrapped his cock and squeezed, first softly then a little rougher, the tight knot in his groin pinched as Akihito neared orgasm. Akihito wiggled bringing a grunt of appreciation from Asami's busy mouth as it trailed down his chest, his thick cock trapped underneath Akihito's bare ass.
"Asami." He whispered in the cologne infused neck, his hands clutching the rim of edit console behind Asami as he thrusted into the warm, steadily stroking hand.
The console rattled as he neared release and Asami sped up his stroking, circling until the head grew bright purple.
"I'm…." He groaned out as Asami's voice whispered come into his collarbone. The command sent him over the edge and he spurted thick ribbons of white with a strained cry onto Asami's hand and onto his own t-shirt.
Akihito's breath strangled and his face felt hot, but he forced open his eyes, blinking rapidly as Asami licked Akihito's cum from his fingers, savoring it with a sound bordering on delight.
Asami's lap disappeared as he stood up quickly, still cradling Akihito's ass in his large palms. His feet dangled until he touched the floor and Asami, with a look of quiet amusement, released him. Akihito pulled up his pants quickly, steadying himself on a box of dusty tapes.
Akihito realized he should leave or ask Asami to leave or do something but he just stood there, his hands at his hips as Asami proceeded to take off his jacket and hang it over the back of the chair and rolled up his sleeves like a man set on a mission.
Akihito felt the blush rise on his neck before he could stop it and turned away, gazing at the multiple clocks as they ticked by one second at a time. Asami inhaled and exhaled loudly.
"It's been a long month." Asami erotic voice sounded more normal but his cock still made a prominent bulge inside his pants.
"You….you….haven't seen anyone? I mean…." Akihito, still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm, ran a finger through his unruly hair. "I figured…"
"No, I haven't been with anyone, if that is what you're asking." The chair squeaked as Asami sat back down, crossing his legs and tapping impatiently, but for what he waited for, Akihito wasn't going to ask.
"Why are you here? Did you come to seduce me….or do you really need to watch hours of raw footage from that fire." Akihito finally sat down, his legs too wobbly to do anything else.
"Both." Asami pulled what appeared to be a well-loved photo out of his dress shirt pocket and flipped it across the console. Akihito took it and studied the face, blinking several times to clear his fogged up head.
"Yuri the Choker." He said and handled the photo back, shrugging as he examined the shiny stains of his own leavenings drying on his rumpled shirt. "The man who shot me, well….he's dead, and you carry a photo around of him in your pocket. Seriously, I'm touched." He deadpanned,
"Not so dead as it would seem." The Captain said in his Captain mode voice, with no amusement. The previous lust-filled encounter now forgotten as the two men set about to actually work.
"If he's not dead then…..La Eme killed an innocent man?" He yelled, his head pounding from too little caffeine and not enough breakfast.
"Innocent? That's doubtful."
With quick hands, Akihito called up the footage from the Old Grapevine fire: The crowd, of the families weeping as they watched their homes burned, the fire fighters standing proud and tall with water and axes and bravery as their only weapons.
They grew silent, the sounds of high-pitched speedy talking the only sound in the room, the people on the screen moving like robots stuck on high-speed until he caught the glimmer of toe-headed blond hair, rising above the rest of the black and brown headed victims of the fire.
"He's not dead." He paused with his finger on the bright yellow button, Yuri's scar covered face pixelating yet unmoving. The blond headed man stared not at the fire, but at Akihito, directly into Akihito's camera lens with little emotion except the unmasked hatred emanating from two black colored eyes.
Asami looked at the man on the screen, his eyes narrowing, studying the face that Akihito saw sometimes in his nightmares, more than a year later.
"He's not dead." He gulped, his heart pounding in his ears as the nightmares took over and his shoulder ached like he'd been shot again and again and again.
"No. But if I have my way...Akihito. Look at me."
Akihito didn't look. He couldn't look, knowing that Captain Asami was looking at him with pity. He heard it in his voice. "You'll….stop him?"
"Yes."
"See that you do." He pushed himself slowly up, his knees felt week and still avoiding Asami's eyes as he opened the door, he hoped he could make it to the bathroom before he threw up.
No such luck.
The media industry has words all its own, just like any profession. Here is a glossary for you!
Bells ringing: When a set goes "hot" or on the air, there is a loud bell before to signal they are going on the air. Some studios no longer do this. ABC was rather old school before Disney. Before the dark times. (Grin).
B-roll: footage one shoots during news events. Used as filler for stories. Also known as stock footage. Could be anything from people smoking to cars on an assembly line. The b-roll taken during any fire are useful tools to catch pyromaniacs, who usually hang around the fire and watch their crimes unfold. It is actually a "requirement" for any reporter/production crew to get shots of lookey-loos (people who flock to news events) for the police department.
Bob: I worked with so many Bobs; I had to have nicknames for them all Mr. Bob was one of my bosses. I'm sure he'd really like it that I made him fat.
Green Room: Lounge room for talent (stage and screen). Used to be painted green, which explains the name. The green paint fades quickly and was used often in set painting, so they would paint the room green to use up the paint. Usually contains refreshments, flowers and a monitor to watch the feed from the set.
Raw footage: Unedited video.
Shoot: Shooting footage or shooting a package (which is a two minute thirty second story). Used in all television and film production. Not to be confused with shooting a gun.
Sweeps week: When Neilson calculates ratings for television programs. Usually production steps up the eye candy and sex stories during those weeks. Occurs four times a year.
Wrapping cables: Something the crew does with their hands to look busy when in fact they aren't doing anything at all. Also the same as "I've got a show to produce/direct" even when you don't.
