Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder and make no profit from the story.

Warnings: Smex, MPREG

Pairings: Asami/Akihito

Summary: Akihito took a drug when younger and it affects his body now. Akihito must make a decision that could change everything he knows. What decision will he make and what will Asami do with the decision?

Notes: Hello readers. I hope you enjoy the story so far. Here is another chapter right before Christmas. Enjoy. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone. Please tell me what you think as comments help me.

Yaza looked with heat as the pulled into the hotel parking lot. He sat on top of Ryio in the driver's seat. Those blue eyes glared and an eyebrow raised. He teased, "Ever did it in the car?"

Ryio chuckled, "Yes, many times."

Yaza purred leaning forward, "Never with a deadly assassin like me before." He pulled out the shirt, running his hands up the chest, purring as he licked at the rough lips. Ryio seemed to not move an inch. He growled, "I want some fun."

Ryio smirked as he spoke, "I'm debating between throwing you off of me or to see what you got."

Yaza returned the deadly smirk. He ripped open the shirt, pushing it aside as he purred. He leaned down licking at the neck down to the chest. Ryio was making no move. He growled, "Give me a little something."

Ryio grabbed his hair, pulling him up, mumbling against his lips, "Work for it, little assassin."

Yaza felt free. He felt more than free. He sealed the lips as Ryio took control pushing him against the wheel. He groaned deeply as bites pierced through his soul. He grabbed the wheel behind him as his other hand worked at the pants. He felt his partner was very in tune to their actions. He pulled out the cock, stroking it. He bit back a moan as teeth went to his neck. He taunted, "Thought I had to work for it."

"Shut up, Yaza," Ryio hissed into his ear.

Yaza moved around, making the seat go backwards. Their game would be quick in the car. He took off his underwear, driving down and filling his insides with the deep thick cock. He snapped his head back, purring, "So good Master Ryio."

Ryio bit at his neck, mumbling, "Ride me you, little wanton assassin."

Yaza groaned deeply as he rode his master up and down. He felt hands sliding under his clothes. He ordered, "Touch me, Ryio."

Ryio taunted, "How do you ask, Yaza?"

"Touch me dammit!"

"No. You still haven't asked right."

"Touch me, please. Oh please, master, Ryio-sama," Yaza all but begged to be set free from all the horrors. He felt his cocked touch and rode his lover faster. He never thought he would gain this mad bedroom man. He thought he would lack it for years and years to come. He groaned deeply when he fell over the edge, "Ryio-sama."

Ryio came with a mumbled, "Yaza, you are a wanton little fix."

Yaza chuckled as Ryio fixed himself up. He teased, "Want some more?" Ryio smirked his way, pulling him out of the car, going to the hotel they planned to head to anyways. He spoke, "The detective is still watching us."

Ryio grinned as he was pulled to the strong body, "Let him see a prize."

Yaza smirked as his lips were taken into a heated kiss. Hands ran up his leg, pulling him near the strong body of his second master. He purred as his lower lip was sucked into the warmth.

Ryio pulled back, laughing, "You even shave your legs."

"I play both parts very well, Ryio-sama," Yaza replied.

"Be you with me," Ryio responded.

Yaza felt his world flip, but did not change his attitude toward the man of strength. He smirked as he ran his nail over the back of the neck. Those words haunted him for years. It was what Ken said once before. He purred, "Let us take this inside, my dear Ryio-sama."

The next day, Asami walked to the shrine as Akihito swore to go to the hot spring. He entered to see his mother, laying down some rose flowers before the photo. He bowed his head toward the lost loves. He stepped forward, letting his arm be grabbed by his mother's hand. He asked, "When did you get in?"

"Last night. Ryio was busy with Yaza," Ai explained softly.

Asami hummed, "I did not think he would bring it to the apartment."

Ai chuckled softly, "He didn't. One young lady stopped by. I had to put her in her place."

Asami did not glance at his mother, asking, "One of my employees?"

Ai sighed, "Yes, but she is a leak. She came for information. Saw her go inside a detective's car."

Asami replied, "You can be cruel when you wish to be, mother." He lit up a rose scented stick, letting it over flow the room. Ai used her cane as she sat down on a bench inside the shrine. He remained standing as he glanced to his grandfather's photo and his father's.

Ai replied, "Yaza has always bothered Ryio around this time of the year. Ah, Ryio loves the creature."

"Love?"

"Ah, my dear oldest, he does, but he will never admit it. I know you two all too well. I see things you both do not even realize. Like now, something is bothering you," Ai replied.

Asami knew something was bothering him. He knew he could never fool his mother, but still he said, "Nothing is bothering me."

"Do not give me that, Ryuuichi. Tell your old mother for her to ease your mind at last," Ai ordered.

Asami sighed deeply. He still did not meet his mother's eyes as he spoke, "Akihito is still having doubts about us. Very deeply doubts. I know back in the day, I was not loyal to him, but I can't seem to drive it in his head that I will remain loyal to him until we part ways in death." He glanced to see his mother have a soft smile on her face, no judgement like many would have for his ways. He turned to look at his father's photo, not sure if something would show itself to fix the problem like his father knew how to do.

Ai spoke after a couple minutes of silence, "You are hiding him away, Ryuuichi."

"Mother, I am…"

"Do not even finish that statement. One meeting with the heads and nothing else. You are hiding your husband away from your world. He is a curious person. He wants to be seen. It is time for you to take the step, Ryuuichi. He is by all rights is your husband, to stand by your side in your world," Ai responded.

"How will that solve it?" Asami asked, lost.

Ai chuckled softly, "It will go a long way, my dear sweet oldest. Ah, true love. Your father was fighting the same battle as you, but he never hid me away. After a while, I saw the way he worked and his loyalty to me. It is time for Akihito to see your world. He needs to understand it to a degree."

Asami remained silent for a moment. He wondered if it would work. He kept trying to keep his husband safe from his world. Would it put his husband in danger? When did not trouble follow his boy? He bowed his head to his father's photo. He spoke, "Maybe it is time to include him." Ai smiled at him as he kissed her cheek and left the shrine. He headed toward the hot spring. As he took his shower, he walked out and sat in the spring without disturbing his husband who was on the other side of the rocks with a cloth over his head.

Akihito asked, "What are you doing here, Ryuuichi? I thought you were going to be busy on our time alone from the world."

Asami smirked as he went to his husband's side, pulling the boy closer to his body. He could not stop wrapping his arms around the growing belly. He spoke, "I decided it could wait. I needed a fresh mind too."

Akihito responded, "You went to see your father again. Did he answer you?"

"He never answers me sadly, but mother was there and she helped," Asami explained. Akihito turned to face him, questions in those sharp hazel eyes.

Akihito asked, "What she doing here? I thought she would come in a few days."

Asami saw the concern in his lover's eyes. Would he see it every time he brought his lover into his world? It could mean a mistake, but he had to. He answered, "Ryio was busy with Yaza." Akihito raised an eyebrow. He chuckled, "They have an attraction to each other. It has been like that for years. I think it started as soon as Ryio hit older teenager years. It is about time they did something about it."

Akihito responded, "Yet, I have seen them with others."

Asami sighed, "They do not have what we have and maybe never will. It is just who they are."

Akihito asked, "What if Ryio binds himself to someone?"

Asami chuckled deeply, "I doubt he will ever do a combine. Ryio swore that off as soon as he realized he could not remain loyal."

Akihito muttered, "You people are weird."

Asami thought about the upcoming appearance he had to make. It would be perfect and needed a sharp eye to help him win without showing his hand. Akihito turned around, leaning against him, putting the cloth over his head again. He spoke, "I have a business to deal with when we return."

"Work seems to follow you everywhere," Akihito replied sharply.

"I need your eye in it," Asami stated. Akihito moved slightly in excitement. He spoke, "It is not dangerous. Well could be if not played right, but it is in a court room."

Akihito turned around, asking, "What you want me to do?"

"There is a person who is almost getting away with murder. He signs a juror to help win the case for him. I think you can sneak in a camera and gain proof," Asami replied with a smirk.

Akihito jumped him, asking, "Why can't you tell this information?"

Asami could see the excitement in his lover as he explained, "I cannot be seen as against him at the moment. Besides, who is going to believe a story like that from me. The police already believe I am on his side."

Akihito frowned but replied, "If it to convict him, I'm all for it. I do not know who he killed though."

"A call girl. Rebecca was her name," Asami told it straight.

Akihito asked, "Did she work for you?"

Asami looked to the sky for a second, trying to figure if this was a good idea. He looked back to his husband, answering, "Yes. She was a call girl long before we met, but she started to work for me. Better conditions to her view. I failed to protect her from her John and now I will correct it with your help of course."

"Did you use a call girl before?" Akihito asked.

Asami raised an eyebrow at the question. He did not think his lover would turn the topic at hand. Akihito leaned toward him, waiting for an honest answer. He replied, "Yes. Maybe once or twice."

"Were you Rebecca's John at one time?" Akihito questioned further.

Asami sighed, "Almost, but it did not go that far with her. It is how I met her. I paid off her pimp and gained her shortly after our meeting." He took a breath and asked, "Are you going to help?"

"Of course, I am! She was a human being!" Akihito yelled and continued in a softer tone, "I just want to know who you were with before. I figure this was long before we met."

"Yes, long before. I was a teenager during times when I went to a call girl," Asami explained. Akihito had a question and he answered before it was asked, "My girls and they are always tested."

Akihito moved closer, asking, "Where is mother's room?"

Asami raised an eyebrow, wondering what his husband was up to as he answered, "We have part of the house ourselves."

Akihito smiled, stating, "We should retire to the bedroom. I'm excited."

Asami smirked at his husband as he pulled them both of the hot spring. He grabbed two robes for them to put on. He walked with his lover bouncing toward their private bedroom. He had a winning hand. Akihito was careful and sharp in his career. He was wondering how he could pull it off for a while now. He was pulled inside the bedroom with his husband kissing him. He stripped them off their robes, pushing Akihito to the bed as he took control of the kiss.

When they broke for air, Akihito whispered, "Show me again and again, Ryuuichi."

There was the doubt, but still a little of pleading. Asami ran his tongue down the neck, latching on it and sucking. Akihito groaned, grabbing his back. The body below him moved in excitement as he moved his lips to the nipples.

"Ryuuichiiiii…" Akihito breathed out.

Asami smirked down at his lover as he thrust three fingers inside. He wrapped his mouth around the cock, enjoying the loud sounds from his husband. Luckily, they did have part of the house to themselves and the servants would not bother them.

Akihito screamed, "Please, dammit! Take me! I need to feel you!"

Asami pulled away, shoving his cock inside the tight heat that burned him every time they were in the act. Nails dragged along his back and arms, trying to force him deeper. He thrust in and out, sealing those lips into a heated kiss. It took a few movements for Akihito to fall over the edge. He was not far behind. As he rode out his release, he whispered, "A flame you have and only you have." He flopped beside his husband who was trying to catch his breath.

Akihito breathed out, "Amazing. Always. Mind blowing."

"We need a shower," Asami pointed out. He helped his husband to the bathroom, some touching but more love in their movements than a wild sex moment. He stepped out, drying and putting a robe on. Akihito stood next to him, looking in the mirror.

Akihito spoke, "I wrote some names down."

"Akihito," Asami spoke in warning.

Akihito sighed, "I know. You won't help. I just thought you might like to see them."

Asami glanced to his husband who was still trying to get him to help. He saw the names. Some were good, but he swore to let his husband have this power. Akihito leaned against him with a small smile. He spoke, "I looked at them, but I am not stepping forward to help. You have the power to name our son." Akihito frowned at him and went back to the room, claiming he needed rest. He walked into the room to see his lover sitting up in bed with a frown. He sighed, "What is it?"

"Do you think they have ice cream and whip cream?" Akihito asked.

Asami thought for a moment and decided, "Get dress and we will get what you would like." Akihito climbed out of the bed, getting ready as quickly as possible, pulling him to get dressed.

A few days later, Akihito felt refresh. Asami would work but spend much needed time with him. They would make love when they could. He was walking to the shrine before they left. He peeked inside to see no one inside. He stepped inside, bowing his head, "Hello, Ryou-san." He paused lighting up a stick in respect. He muttered, "I am still trying to name your grandson, but Ryuuichi is being there for me even though he refuses to help."

Ryio spoke, "Talking to the dead, I see."

Akihito jumped, "Dammit, Ryio. You scared me." Ryio chuckled softly as the man entered. He spoke, "I was just saying farewell for the moment. I don't want to crowd you while you are here."

"No worries. I usually stare at his photo and have some drinks," Ryio responded.

"You should have…" Akihito started to say but saw a dark look on Ryio's face. He shook his head, saying, "Take your time, Ryio." He bowed his head toward the photo again, lighting up one stick for the grandson. He left to go to his husband. He got to his husband who had a displeasing look. He asked, "What is up?"

"Ryio found you?" Asami asked.

"Yeah, but I did what you told me to and let him be," Akihito answered. He took his husband's hand, placing it on the stomach. He felt a small kick. He smiled, "He knows you are here." Asami chuckled softly with a deep kiss. He groaned. He broke the kiss, asking, "Are we still going to the trial?" Asami nodded his head. He had everything set up for the photos. He planned to help with this trial.

Asami asked, "Did you use the restroom?"

Akihito gave a sly look and ran to do his business before leaving. They still would have to stop a couple of times, but hopefully not as much. When he got back, he spoke, "Done. Let's go." They got into the car, Asami driving instead of being driven by a guard. He asked, "When is the trial?"

"We have to make a stop at a place before going," Asami replied.

"Oh, where at?" Akihito asked.

"The call girls and boys main house. Some of them are upset and I need to show my support to them," Asami explained without taking his eyes off the road.

Akihito questioned nervously, "Will it cause a problem with me being there? Do you even want me there?"

Asami glanced slightly at him, speaking when going back to driving, "They know I'm married now. It spreads like wild fire. Second, you are part of my world now, Akihito."

Akihito whispered, "I know some do not choose this life style, Ryuuichi. I just… well thought you wouldn't want me to see that side of the world."

Asami sighed deeply, "You married into this world. Sadly, you will see the cruelty of it sooner or later. I need to be there. Rebecca was their madam and now many of them are upset about losing her."

Akihito looked at his husband. He did not want to truly witness the cruel world, but nodded his head. He made himself comfortable, having the camera sitting in front of him. He knew his husband would never let it in the business, but it was for the trial anyways. He closed his eyes as he felt his little boy kicking. He would grab Asami's hand but the man was driving. When the first felt kick happened, he got so excited and made Asami feel. The yakuza felt and kiss the stomach shortly after feeling their son kick.

It was a few hours before they pulled into a parking spot. Akihito jumped out, sighing, "I need to use the bathroom." Asami nodded his head, wrapping his arm around his waist. He entered the building with Kenta walking to them. He remembered the name because Asami told him before he got there.

Kenta spoke, "I'm glad you came, Asami-sama."

Akihito saw a man in the corner, cleaning the floor. He did not miss the fear in the one clear eye or the flinch when Asami glanced to the man. He moved from foot to foot. He sighed, "I need the bathroom." Yaza walked over, running his hand through the man's hair, who stood frozen in spot. Asami nodded his head at Yaza who took his arm, pulling him down the hallway. He sighed, "Hello, Yaza." Yaza hummed. He walked into the bathroom and did his business with Yaza by the door. It made him nervous after he was done. He asked, "Why do I need a guard in this place? Ryuuichi made sure my mark was seen today."

"It is to make sure you do not get lost, Akihito-sama," Yaza replied.

Akihito followed Yaza to the top floor. He saw a few men coming out of the rooms. They looked at him with a glint in their eyes. Suddenly they would pale as they looked at his wrist. Everyone took a step back without saying a word to him. He walked into a huge room to hear women and men speaking.

"Princess is causing heartache, Asami-sama," One woman sighed.

The man about his age sighed, "She said it is your fault Madam Rebecca was killed."

The first woman hissed, "She has no idea of the hardships out in the world."

Akihito went by his husband's side who wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him close. Everyone's eyes turned to look him up and down, weighing him in the room.

The woman sighed, "Ah, such a nice catch, Asami-sama. My name is Mika. Yours?"

Akihito wasn't sure if he could answer. He glanced to his husband, who raised an eyebrow at him. He answered, "My name is Akihito." He saw all the women pleased to see their owner was with someone. He held onto his husband as the man was silent, listening to them all complain and weep.

Mika sighed, "Princess doesn't understand, Asami-sama."

Asami finally spoke, "I'll go speak with her." His husband turned to him and ordered, "Stay here."

Akihito grabbed his arm, whispering, "Will you be okay?"

Asami knew from his tone his message, sighing, "Akihito, my world. They were sold to me. They are mine."

Akihito fell back slightly as Asami walked out of the room. Mika grabbed his arm, pulling to the window. Yaza was standing by the door, watching them. He asked, "What is it?"

Mika spoke, "Asami-sama is right. We were all sold. He gives us a chance to buy ourselves, but many of us realize the real world would only throw us under the bus."

Roger sighed, "Sweetie, trust me, we have it good under Asami-sama. Yaza, where the hell have you been by the way?"

Mika laughed, "Yeah. Ryio-sama hasn't been around either for that matter."

Akihito broke into their conversation, "What does Ryuuichi do for you?"

Roger answered, "We have a leader who prevents harm to us. Medical care."

Yaza sighed, "Must be rough, but also firm in standards, Master Akihito. Master Ryuuichi ensures they are safe. He is very distracted from this one attack."

Everyone got silent, showing their mourning again. Akihito nodded his head, asking, "Does Ryio and Yaza come here?"

Roger spoke, "Yaza, did you find a lover? Is that why you are leaving me in the cold?"

"I have no lover, dear little Roger," Yaza remarked.

Akihito stared at the creature and asked, "What about Ryio?" Everyone ran to Yaza's side as it chuckled deeply. His husband walked into the room, raising an eyebrow at the scene.

Mika asked, "Did you gain him? Is he good for you too, Master Yaza?"

"What did I miss?" Asami asked.

Yaza chuckled, "Akihito-sama mentioned my bed time with Ryio-sama."

Asami looked at him and Akihito could not stop from squirming. He didn't realize everyone would jump at Yaza about the topic. Before he could say a word, a woman about a foot shorter than him stormed into the room. Her hair was dark brown and her eyes were fierce blue. He got nervous by the death glare at his husband. He stood still instead of moving.

The woman growled, "I'll sleep with you to gain my freedom!"

Asami chuckled, "I'm off limits, Saina. You earn your freedom, no other way."

Mika spoke, "Princess, I think you might want to reconsider. Freedom means rough life."

Saina yelled, "I'm not staying here with you sluts! I want my freedom!"

Akihito spoke, "How can you say that about them? They were sold like you were. They didn't choose this lifestyle."

Asami spoke coldly, "Akihito."

Akihito hissed, "No. She has no right to down them all." He walked to his husband, continuing with his words, "They were all sold. They were all trapped into this world."

Mika went to him, grabbing his arm, sighing, "Please calm down, Akihito-sama. Thank you but we are used to some of these fools."

Saina yelled, "I'm no fool! You are for staying here!"

Roger laughed, "The real world would throw us under the bus in a heartbeat. They do not care for us. At least, Asami-sama cares for us, Princess."

Saina pointed, "Oh and the one man who started trouble. You saw the damage to him after your precious Asami came."

Akihito felt sick, but stood standing. Asami glared at the woman. Yaza had a smirk and a deadly look on his face. Mika snorted and so did Roger. He looked at his husband who did not deny it. He took a breath and walked to his husband side. He grabbed the hand, silencing everyone in the room. This was Asami's world. He was part of it now. He spoke, "You were sold."

Saina hissed, "I offered my services to gain my freedom."

"You will do what every other person in this place has done to gain their freedom, Saina. I am not the one who gives you freedom. Enjoy your partners," Asami spoke firmly and coldly.

Akihito felt sorry for the girl, who held a fierce look in her eyes. He was pulled toward the door, letting his head bow.

"FINE! I'LL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO GET AWAY FROM YOUR WHORE HOUSE!" Saina screamed.

Asami pulled him out. Akihito was not sure what to say. He walked out in silence to the car. When he got inside, he whispered, "Will you let her go after she buys herself?"

Asami looked at him, stating firmly, "Yes, though she would learn soon enough the world will not take her. She was sold by her uncle who swore to buy her back. Her uncle took the money from her father's death and ran, erasing her name completely."

"It is so sad," Akihito muttered. Asami turned his face to look at him. There was coldness in those eyes that made him shiver. He whispered, "I will drop it."

"Good. We have a trial to take care of," Asami replied.

"One question before we leave," Akihito stated. Asami raised an eyebrow and he asked, "Would you have slept with her to buy her freedom?"

"No. She isn't my type. Second now, I am married," Asami answered.

Akihito leaned to his husband, whispering, "I'm never going to understand, but I want to be with you." Asami grabbed his head, sealing his lips into a heated kiss. He groaned. When the kiss was broken, he spoke, "We should get to the trial."