Title: Evening

Fandom: Viewfinder

Pairing: Asami/Akihito

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

Rating: R

Warnings: Yaoi, dubious consent.

Part Ten

Takaba woke up and squirmed in sleepy protest, failing to evade the wet, clever tongue that was sneaking wicked patterns inside the shell of his very sensitive ear. The frustrating tingles spread in waves over him, until he could hardly stand it and had to open his heavy, unwilling eyes. Large, strong hands roamed freely over his bare skin, bringing with them feelings that Takaba was not ready for. Asami stroked down his sides and his entire body burst into a flare of sensation.

"Asami, stop it!" he complained sleepily, dizzy and disoriented, his body overly sensitive to any kind of touch in its weakened state and even the slide of the soft sheets felt unbearable against his hot skin.

Asami's closeness overwhelmed him and he moaned. He lay on his stomach, no doubt deliberately positioned like that, with all the covers gone, open and revealed, at the mercy of Asami's eyes, of his lips and his hands.

"Mmm," Asami breathed in his hair, the murmur hardly a response to anything, but more a sign of the general appreciation he felt for Takaba's warmth. "Good to see that you are awake," he said, resonating a smug satisfaction that Takaba did not like the sound of. "It is almost time for you to take your medicines, and you will take them like a good boy, without giving me trouble, won't you, Akihito? Or… there will be consequences."

He bit down on to Takaba's nape and the boy yelped, instinctively trying to pull away, but not getting far. Asami leaned down over him, trapping him with his body. "Shh…" he soothed, quelling the brief struggle that ensued by gathering Takaba's wrists and pinning them above his head with one hand. "Shh, my joy, you do not want me to tie you down, do you?"

Takaba tensed all over, his eyes going wide. Asami wouldn't, or… would he? Guessing the answer to that question easily enough, he stilled, his mind trying to wrap around the situation he was in. He thought that he recognized Asami's bedroom in the dim light. He kind of remembered coming there with him after work last night… or at least he thought that it had been last night, because he seemed to have a huge gap in his memory which, he was sure, concealed something that was drastically important in the general scheme of his life. As hard as he tried, he could recall nothing but misty, infuriating dreams swimming in and out from grey blanks, mixing with each other, overlapping and making no sense.

He felt miserable, his head spun, his throat hurt and he could hardly breathe through his nose. His back ached down its entire length and he really, really did not look forward to Asami's intimate attentions. A hand smoothed over his spine, making him shudder, and then it was gone, only to come back a moment later as two lubed fingers gently slipped into his hole.

"No!" he gasped, his entire body tensing up shock. His breath hitched and he struggled, forgetting all about Asami's threat in the face of this worse, more imminent evil. He writhed, wanting out and wanting away, Asami's relentless strength and the obvious promise of what he was going to do to him making him panic. He struggled to breathe, because difficult as it had been, this made it so much worse. The heat of Asami's flesh surrounded him, the deliberate hint of his weight holding him in place. "Asami, stop!"

The exertion irritated Takaba's raw, burning throat and his chest ached with the sudden heaving breath. He erupted into a fit of violent coughing that both stilled and intimidated him. Asami let go of his hands until it passed, letting him curl on to his side and stroking his back as he lay there, trembling. Takaba whimpered, his lashes wet from tears, and Asami kissed him with surprising tenderness, waiting for his breath to calm and the quivers to dwindle away.

"See what happens when you disobey me?" he said sternly, even though his voice remained gentle. His arm slid around Takaba's waist to keep him still as the other hand continued what it had been doing, slipping in deep and then stretching him, flirting on the edge between pleasure and pain in the midst of the tense muscles that so did not want it to be there. "Be a good boy for me now, Akihito, or I will punish you."

"Asami, please!" Takaba begged hoarsely, hovering on the verge of losing control. "I can't do this! I am sick!"

"I'll be gentle," Asami told him and buried his face in the hollow between his shoulder and neck, breathing in deeply the scent of his skin. "I know how much you can take."

Takaba moaned as a third finger slipped inside, stretching him open with a delicious twinge of real pain. He twisted, failing to evade the intrusion and Asami pressed against that spot inside of him, making him arch and spasm in sharp, relentless pleasure.

"Ah…" Takaba groaned. "Wa… wait, Asami, please, wait!"

"Why?" Asami said, showing no intention to obey. He was hard and ready, Takaba could feel the heat of him, the unforgiving size of his organ rubbing over the small of his back, slipping marginally lower with each, rhythmic move and he shuddered, knowing exactly where it wanted to go.

"Isn't it time for me to take my medicines?" Takaba desperately tried to distract him. "You yourself said that it was!"

Asami narrowed his eyes mockingly, because he knew immediately what Takaba was up to, as if he could read his mind.

"I said, it is almost time for you to take your medicines," he corrected. "But not yet. You let me worry about that and I'll make sure that you take them when you are supposed to. We have plenty of time to spare, so we might as well do something good about it."

His voice dripped with satisfaction and warm pleasure that confounded Takaba as much as it flustered him. It was never a good thing for him when Asami was in a good mood. Without his foul temper to bank it, Asami's playful side emerged unhindered, looking for amusement. Then, their sessions tended to stretch out for far longer than Takaba could bear, fueled by the man's twisted imagination, and in his current state, he was afraid that one of them would kill him.

"You are enjoying this, aren't you?" Takaba said miserably, guessing the reasons behind Asami's good mood. "Just so that you know, you are a complete bastard."

"Hardly," Asami said, trailing kisses. "I just feel like I am entitled to some reward after everything that you have put me through today. And make no mistake; I do intend to collect my dues."

He bit down on Takaba's ear and the boy squealed, shuddering.

"Reward?" he gasped in outrage. He squirmed and Asami stilled him by placing a firm hand on to his hip, while he kissed his arm and lingered there, rubbing his cheek against Takaba's smooth, sensitive skin, as if he enjoyed the feel of it. "Reward for what?"

"Your fever is down," Asami said, sounding almost… happy about it.

Was it? Takaba could not tell. He still felt miserable. His head spun, his nose was blocked, he was dizzy and weak and his back hurt abominably with every desperate spasm he attempted in his hopeless goal to escape.

"Y…yeah?" he said. "So?"

"So… don't you feel the need to thank me properly?" Asami answered and Takaba scowled, exhausting himself quickly by his ridiculously futile attempt at a struggle.

"To thank you?" he cried unhappily, breathing hard. "What for?"

He felt Asami smile against him again.

"For taking such good care of you," he said, incredibly pleased with himself.

"Wh… what…?" Takaba gasped, the pillow muffling his protests as he tried to hide against it and escape Asami's wicked mouth on his neck, the teeth biting down and the tongue licking over the mark, as if to soothe the pain. Takaba could already see the bruises that he was going to have. "You will probably kill me before you are done!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Asami said. "Who would I have to play with, if I killed you? Nobody can quite measure up to your level of cuteness."

"Ugh," Takaba groaned. Asami crooked his fingers inside of him and twisted them, making him thrust and his muscles contract.

"See, how you enjoy it!" Asami gloated. "Look how hard you are and I have hardly even begun! You are so ready for me. You body does not lie."

It was true, Takaba was erect. The desperate, blushing head leaking precome all over Asami's hand as he stroked it, proving his point.

"Pervert," Takaba accused, fuming over it. "Don't you have somewhere else to be now? Like… maybe, at work? Aren't there weapons to smuggle? People to kill? A country to rip off for millions?"

The hand withdrew from his liberally lubed, most thoroughly prepared opening and Asami shifted, positioning himself to push inside. He slid in slowly, the stretching pain making Takaba's body respond to the anticipation of the intense pleasure that was yet to come, dizzying him and almost blanking him out.

"You'll be glad to know that I took the week off," Asami said. "So, I am all yours for now and my full attention will be dedicated to taking care of you! Won't that be fun, my cute Akihito? Just you and me, alone for five days?"

Five days? Takaba wasn't sure he could survive even one!

"Aah," he moaned, fighting very hard not to thrust into Asami's hand, even if he did want it, almost more than he wanted to breathe. "Please, don't waste your precious time on my account!"

"Mmm," Asami murmured, pulling Takaba tight against his chest.

"But I am not wasting my time," he said. "My attention does not come for free."

"Why am I not surprised?" Takaba groaned.

"You will… pay… for… my… care… most… thoroughly…" Asami explained, pausing between every word to trail feather-light, frustrating kisses over Takaba's shoulder and arm. "There'll be plenty of time for you to show your appreciation for everything that I do. I'm sure that we'll come up with a mutually satisfying… arrangement."

"Bastard," Takaba breathed and Asami smirked.

Inch by slow, careful inch he entered Takaba's slim, trembling body until he was fully immersed, only to stay there, buried deep and enjoying it, in no hurry to thrust his way to completion, leaving the boy shuddering on the edge of an orgasm.

"You want to come, don't you?" Asami purred, content like a lazy cat in sunlight. "Don't worry, I'll be lenient because you are so sick and let you come as often as you like… But, only if you are good."

Takaba cried with frustration, his hands fisting and clawing in the soft, expensive sheets. He already knew that he would rip them to shreds before the night was over.

"Aah… you… you… pervert…" he cursed. "I hope that you catch whatever it is that I've got!"

Asami laughed a soft, warm laugh that vibrated all the way down Takaba's spine and the boy arched in pleasure that was too intense for his weakened body to endure. Asami pulled out slowly and then he thrust into him again, a hot, living presence deep inside, pressing against his prostate and making him scream from the intensity of the feeling. He bit down on to Takaba's delicate ear and then he breathed over it, his hot breath tickling over Takaba's overactive nerves and sending him into futile, helpless spasms that only served to deepen the longing.

Evilly, Asami whispered, "I am immune."