READER'S DISCRETION ADVISED

THIS STORY CONTAINS MAN ON MAN, WOMAN ON WOMAN, GRAPHIC SCENES, RAPE, GORE, SMUT, STRONG LANGUAGE, RACISM, AND USAGE OF DRUGS.

DISCLAIMER

I DO NOT OWN THE FINDER SERIES OR A MAJORITY OF THE CHARACTERS OR SOME OF THE PLOT.

If it gets hotter, drink some water.

^anonymous

"And as for the dinner meeting at 7 tonight, they have an issue and wish to reschedule it for tomorrow. Tomorrow, you have a meeting with-"

Still looking at his bespectacled secretary, Asami begins to slowly tune him out. He always hates this time of the year, when potential business deals cumulate into one endless trail of paperwork. The words are starting to swim before his very eyes.

"Do you wish to cancel one of them?"Kirishima asks.

"Reschedule the dinner meeting to the following day. It's just hanging out with an old geezer and listening to his stupid stories." Asami responds as he looks down at the thick file in his hand that he isn't even half of a quarter through.

"Well, your schedule for the following day is open, but…" Kirishima trails off, then clears his throat. "Still, you haven't taken a day off these past few months, Asami-sama."

"It doesn't matter. Have them reschedule it." Asami responds.

Kirishima writes in his little black planner. "Umm…"

"What?" Asami asks while still looking at the file. "Is there something else?

"Actually…" Kirishima trails off as he picks up three large files, each as thick as the one currently in his boss's hands, and drops them onto the desk. "There are this many reports which I need you to look over."

Asami looks at the heap for a moment, his expression still stoic. "Is this all you've been hiding from me?"

"Yes, this is everything."

With a sigh the yakuza closes his current file, deciding to come back to it later, and takes up another as he leans back in his executive chair.

By the way… what's he up to lately…?

"Welcome!" Akihito greets cheerfully as a couple more customers enter the bar.

The summer sun beats down on the photographer's back relentlessly, forcing beads of sweat down his forehead. He has a couple of hair clips in to keep his blond locks out of his eyes and is sporting a pink button-up shirt open to expose his chest, trunks, and flip-flops. After bringing a man his pitcher of cool frosty beer he makes his way back to the kitchen.

"Two soft-serve ice creams, right?" he asks while passing by two girls in bikinis sitting at a table.

He looks out at the beach which is a blaze of parasols, hot colors to match the burning sand underfoot. It is practically more people than sand as they lie on towels and sit in chairs. Against the percussion of the waves is the laughter, coming in bursts and rolling like the ocean.

"Wow! You're a photographer?" One of the girls says after she and her friend receive their frozen treats. "You're not a waiter here?"

"I'm just helping out my friend's grandmother." Akihito explains. "By the way, can I take your picture?"

"Hmm? Sure,"

"Oh yeah," the other girls says. "There's a grand opening party for this new hotel that was built nearby. A lot of famous people will be there."

"Huh? Seriously?" Akihito says.

"I'll give you an invitation, so why don't you go?"

"Does that mean I can take pictures?" Akihito asks with a beaming smile. "Can I take a friend?"

"Hey, Akihito!" Kou calls from the kitchen. "It's the Chichibu Yomatsuri tonight, so we'll be busy!"

A single invitation received at the beach… however, that was a trap that would lead into darkness.

The stars shine bright in the night sky as they serenely watch over the soirée taking place below. Glasses of champagne and small plates of hors d'oeuvres are held in wealthy hands. People sport an array of elegant attire; sparkling ball gowns, colorful yukatas, and tuxedos all bustle about in the garden.

Amongst the crowd Asami Ryuichi can be spotted sipping on spirit. At some point something in the corner of his eye catches his attention. Though when he turns his head he sees nothing out of the ordinary. Nope, just other fellow partygoers enjoying themselves. Them and someone wearing a colorful mascot costume while holding balloons.

Behind which Takaba Akihito is hiding.

Wh… why is he here?! the photographer thought to himself as he peeks around the mascot at the yakuza. Come to see the fireworks?

"Can I have a balloon?" a cute little girl asks.

"Balloons!" a little boy exclaims happily.

Akihito looks at the two kids with a bit of confusion, then up at the mascot in realization.

For the next while as Asami casually mingles he is unknowingly being followed by the mascot, who is now actually Akihito.

Asami… the photographer thought to himself as he looks up at the yakuza now standing on a balcony. So far it doesn't seem like he's making any moves… actually, what the heck is he doing?

Akihito starts panting as he practically sweats buckets in the humid costume.

Geez, it's hot… I'm thirsty… I'm getting hungry too… and the kids are noisy.

At some point Akihito begins to slouch. Is it him or is the costume getting heavy? Well actually the kids who have jumped onto his back and pulling on his arm may have something to do with that. He doesn't even feel or hear them smacking and punching on him thanks to the costume's protective padding.

I gotta get back soon, but… I'm curious about why Asami's in a place like this! I'm not going back until I find out what he's up to….

Asami has a bit of a confound expression as he looks back down at the gauntlet of people below, his eyes searching for something.

"Hey…" he asks his bespectacled secretary. "Wasn't there a guy in a strange-looking stuffed suit there?"

"Huh?" Kirishima responds, a bit surprised by the question. "Stuffed suit…?" he looks down and searches for a moment. Hmm… oh! He's over there…."

The yakuza follows his gaze and there he sees some of the guest standing around the mascot laying motionless on the ground with a little boy victoriously straddling him.

WARNING

MAN ON MAN

When Akihito comes back to consciousness he feels himself laying on something soft, to which it depresses a bit as something moves over him. He then feels something cold press against his lips. Without thinking his lips part a little and a stream of cool liquid trickles into his mouth, it feels like blissful relief as the drink flows down his dry throat.

"Huh…?" Akihito mutters weakly as he blearily opens his eyes to see a blurry figure above him.

He blinks away the fuzziness out of his vision and is soon able to make out the gorgeous features of Asami Ryuichi.

"Uh, UWAAAAA!?" Akihito shouts as he abruptly gets up to a seated position.

Though the sudden movement causes a massive wave of dizziness and he plops back down, as he watches the room sway all around he wonders what sort of drug the yakuza injected into him this time.

"It's just dehydration." Asami says in his usual calm tone. "Drink some liquids and you'll be fine."

"Ugh…" Akihito groans as he rolls over onto his side. "Why is Asami at the beachside in the middle of summer? It's strange…"

"I own this hotel." Is the yakuza's response.

Akihito looks up at him. "But I… I got the invitation from a girl in a bikini…"

Asami doesn't respond and his expression remains stoic.

"Y- you tricked me?!" Akihito accuses. Could it be?!

"It's not like I forced you." Asami confirms. "It was more fun than selling ice cream at the beach, wasn't it?"

He somehow knows every move I make… what the heck?

"It's been a while since I've been around here." Asami says. "My assistant told me to take a break…"

"Is that right?" Akihito responds. "Well that's good. But I don't have time to be hanging out with you for your de-stressing…"

The ice in the glass clink as Asami lifts it up to his lips. Akihito watches the yakuza's throat bob as he drinks. Recalling the soothing comfort the refreshing beverage gave his parched throat. Asami glances down at the photographer as he licks his lips. With a mischievous glint in his eyes he leans back down towards him.

"Uh…" Akihito says with a nervous grin. "Can you please give me water the normal way…?"

Asami ignores him and presses his cool lips against the photographer's. Akihito parts his lips again and drinks. When the older man pulls away again his cheeks start to flame as he licks his lips.

"Do you want more?" Asami asks with his trademark smirk. "I'll nurse you back to health."

"Don't you mean you'll make me feel worse?" Akihito mutters as he turns his head and wipes his mouth. Ugh… this isn't good… this is just like… he looks like he's having fun…

"Here…" Asami says as he takes out one of the frozen cubes. "It's ice. It's cold and it'll feel good."

"Uh…" Akihito mutters as the yakuza leans in again with the ice between his teeth.

This time Asami holds his chin and puts the ice cube to his lips, which part as Akihito slurps it into his mouth. Asami's tongue follows after it, and both begin to play with it. Akihito can feel a thin trickle of water run out and down his jaw. Soon he begins to notice Asami's wandering hands over his bare chest.

"Nnnn…" Akihito moans when the yakuza pinches one of his nipples.

"Swim trunks, huh…" Asami says after pulling away. "It smells like the ocean."

"Uwa?" Akihito responds, then flinches when he feels the yakuza's cool tongue lick his nipple. "I… I've been swimming in the ocean… and I was sweating…" Akihito finds it hard to speak as that skillful tongue swirls around. "I'm dirty so stop it…"

Akihito flinches again and lets out another moan when he feels Asami's hand slip inside his shorts and pulls out his cock, stroking it.

For a while the only sound is of the photographer's wails of pleasure and the occasional creaking on the bed. At some point he hears a familiar blast. He opens his eyes and looks out the window in time to see vivid colors illuminating the otherwise black sky.

"The… the fire… fireworks…! They've… gone up…!" Akihito says in between moans.

"By now the beach is full of people…" Asami says as he pushes the photographer's legs up towards his chest, then starts to slowly grind his rock hard dick into his entrance. "You're lucky you get to see them from this private view."

Before Akihito could respond Asami moves for another kiss as he completely sheaths himself into him. Soon he begins to take him with powerful thrusts, hitting the photographer's sensitive spots, stirring powerful sensations within the youth. Akihito's hand eventually find their way onto the yakuza's muscular back, his fingers pressing firmly into the moist skin as he becomes clouded with passion.

Akihito climaxes hard and fast crying out as the sticky liquid squirts out and onto his stomach.

Delicate yellows and reds fill the sky as the blazing sun begins to rise, perfectly reflecting off the calm not yet awoken ocean.

It's morning… Akihito thought to himself as he looks at the view through the large glass window while pulling his trunks up.

He sits slouched on the bed, his hair a mess and eyes groggy. Next to him Asami is sound asleep. Even in an unconscious state the older man still looks sinfully good.

Asami sleeps beside me with a tired expression… I don't know if he's tired from work or because we did it so often last night….

Akihito's lips pull into a grin. But you came all this way to the beach for this, huh Asami? I completely understand… in other words, you wanted to see me?

Looking over the photographer spots the mascot costume on the ground and his mini camera on the nightstand. It is then that an idea pops into his head. Taking care not to wake the sleeping man, Akihito gets off the bed. To pick up the large mascot head then crawls back on and carefully places it near Asami's head. He reaches for his mini camera and takes a snapshot of the comical sight.

Caught you off guard! Akihito thought to himself with glee as he looks at the photo. You'll pay big time for doing what you want with me!

Akihito gets off the bed again, after slipping on his shirt and sandals he exits the room.

I'll punish you by making this my comp's wallpaper! A mischievous smile adorns his face and he looks back at the door.

Take that!

BRIEF WORD FROM THE AUTHOR

Akihito you sneaky little devil, lol.

As mentioned before there are certain parts of the manga that I will skip over, for instance I won't be doing Feilong's arc. Actually that one I will be saving for another story. But speaking of Feilong you can expect to see the long-haired beauty in the next chapter.

Until next time, as always, stay awesome loves!:)