Fandom: You're my Loveprize in Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami x Akihito
Rating: M/NC-17
Summary: There's no way to know who the real you is. Facing Asami for the first time, what will Akihito do?
Warning: Possible spoilers for minor situations, nothing major, smex, AU with possible OOC.
Disclaimer: The characters from the Finder series do NOT belong to me. This also applies to anything related to the series. Any resemblance to the real world is pure coincidence.
Author's note: My gosh! The last time I updated this fic was last year *hits hearself*. Sorry dear followers final year + graduation took all my time. Besides I was looking for a full-time job so my writing efforts were all to CV and resume letters *sigh*. Thank you so much for reading this chapter and welcome to those who just started reading this. This is an unbeta text so forgive me for any mistakes. Reviews are love though ^^
Chapter 3 – The Tower
Rough hands, strong grip, sweat running down his face. The heat was fogging his consciousness. And he welcomed it, the fire that burned his insides and made him pant and gasping for air. A soft thrust. He wanted to scream but the forceful hand was constricted around his neck, bruising him. The aggressive hold loosened and those imposing fingers rose to his lips, demanding entrance. He kissed them briefly, his rosy lips making contact with the fair skin and allowed them in. He licked them carefully, coating each one with saliva and bit them, not too strong but not too weak also to defy that command. The owner of that hand chuckled, retrieving his fist and rested it on the other's hair while pulling it so their faces were closer, each one feeling the other's ragged breath. Another thrust. This time a small cry escaped his mouth, still shy and unwilling to raise to a higher volume. The man kissed him, a strong clash on his abused mouth, the skilled tongue exploring him and sucking his own, rendering him shamefully merciless. He wanted to fight back but the heat! It was intense, now burning and consuming his entire body. He couldn't breathe when their lips parted. The air refused to enter his lungs and he saw the other man smirking. He stood in front of him and caressed his neglected manhood, already dripping a white creamy liquid to the sides. And he wasn't satisfied. He wanted more of that heat as unbearable as it could be. He raised his hips, facilitating the other man's ministrations and tears almost threatened to fall. His own hand ran down the robust chest in front of him, the toned and well defined muscles exciting him beyond imagination. He widened his legs, opening them more, inviting the other man. He wouldn't beg. No he wouldn't plead him but he wanted the other man. He wanted his cock to impale him, to fill him, to devour him. Enough with teasing, the stronger man held harder his manhood and his eyes were shining with lust, intensifying with each second that passed. The flustered man, his red cheeks tainted with pleasure, moved forward pressing the other's cock to his entrance, the heat that emanated from it almost enough to make him come. His whole body writhed in anticipation. He couldn't wait any longer and kissed the other man again, his way of imploring for release. A strong thrust. This time, a loud cry filled the air, the deadly pleasure taking full control of his shivering body. – "Asami…"
The chilly breeze blew away Akihito's sudden spam of memory, now gone back into the abyss of his mind. Even the starless sky could not witness the takeoff moment. The photographer hadn't moved an inch from the place he stood. Neither did the broad shoulders a couple of steps ahead of him, like if both of them were playing a game of red light green light. He had frozen momentarily, his cheeks with increasing shades of crimson while his whole body had a slight tint of satisfaction, like in the aftermath of a session of love-making. And the name came to his mind again. – Asami.
A name that he never came across in his assignments but so uncannily familiar. More than familiar. It was as if it was part of him, part of his existence that was now no more than a string of unknown characters to him. His hand shoved into his pocket and automatically reached for a cigarette. The sound of his fingers flicking the lighter caught the other's man attention, whose back was now no longer facing him.
"If you have money for Prada, why not a better cigarette?" – The husky voice finally broke the silence that had installed between them. It was a deep, throaty voice, not naturally his, perhaps a little tamed by the chilly breeze. It spoke in clear syllables, the small utterance more like a command than an inquiry. For Akihito, it had a certain ring to it. It was very… familiar.
The photographer took a couple of seconds to digest the spoken words. His suit was a cheap one that he had brought for any formal occasion and he always wore it for any event. His leather shoes had a few ripped spots and the sole was almost worn out. Ah! His belt was Prada. It had been a gift from Yukiko. It was a simple strap of light hazelnut color and the buckle was minuscule. His opponent surely had a keen sense.
"Does it matter? They are all a bunch of dry leaves wrapped in paper. They all burn the same way." – A lie. He had tried a lot of brands but he still haven't found the one that truly aroused his senses.
"It does matter, Yukimura-san. Wait, that's the name of the real owner of the card. Have we met before Takaba-san?"
"Everyone knows me." – Club Sion surely does their routine security check on all guests Akihito thought so. – "I'm surprised the card has a real owner. You can't trust people anymore to forge you something. – And the photographer drew a long breath with the white stick on his hand, a long chain of slow killing chemicals entering his lungs but quickly rejected and returned to the air between them.
Asami laughed at the younger figure in front of him – not experienced with smoking and wasting the joy of taking a good cigarette. – "Here. Accept this as a welcome gift." – And extended his packet of Dunhills, still new, with only one or two of its content gone. Akihito reached for the foreign object and that moment, his previous headache attacked him with a ravaging force. His head was burning and his brain waves went short-circuit for a few milliseconds. Literally for a moment, his eyes saw nothing, not darkness but a whitish gleam before his consciousness returned to his body, as if his spirit had just flown away from its material vessel. The cigarette was left untouched in the package.
"Have we met before Asami-san?"
The owner of the club flicked his platinum lighter and smirked. – "Everyone knows me too". – The weak flame of the device wasn't enough to light the gap between them but Asami could notice how frightened the gaze in front of him was. How innocent those marble eyes of his. How alluring the delicate mouth.
"I guess if everyone knows us, than there's not much left to talk. I am a very busy man." – Akihito tried to leave the scene, his hand latching on his forehand, the headache still not subdued.
"I do believe you are. And your assignment is right in front of you. Have you taken enough pictures?" – Asami's body shifted slightly towards the path of the younger man, blocking his escape route. He wanted to taunt this person, push his limits and maybe teach him a lesson for prying in other's affair.
Akihito noticed how the club owner wouldn't let him go away easily and leaned over the counter, both his elbows touching the cold rough concrete wall. – "Thank you all-mighty Asami Ryuichi for your kindest offer." – The photographer mocked, the smirk on the older man's face irritating him. – "I believe you won't share some of your business secrets, right? Our readers would surely be delighted with a special edition on how the black market operates or the contacts for a faster shipment of cocaine. Maybe a little romance for the ones who love gossip. Is the lucky one Marina, Hanako, Setsuko?"
The expression on Asami's face changed. Now things were getting interesting. The last name meant something to the crime lord.
"What do you know about Setsuko?" – The tone of his voice dropped to a very dangerous timbre and the air stiffened around them both.
Akihito counted with his fingers the different possibilities – "Your mother, your lover, your long lost twin sister, your subordinate. Have I guessed the correct option?" - The name Setsuko was as common as any other. It could surely have the same characters as Yukiko1 but it couldn't be one of her alias. And the more he thought of it, the more his head hurt. Not the normal kind of pain when someone caught a cold. It was the strain of trying to remember something… something he never experienced before. – "She's dead, isn't she?"
Asami avoided answering the question. Was it also part of his uninvited investigation or just pure guess? He suspected the photographer was more than just a single journalist. There was no way his name was non-existent, his identity stolen from someone. And he had never seen him before. – "What is your relationship to Setsuko?
Akihito wanted to answer him, to throw him another mocking remark but the pain in his head was beyond control. And the more he thought of the name, the more it triggered the agony. All he wished for that moment was to leave the place. And run away from Asami. From Asami? Akihito tried hard not to fall to his knees and inhaled again his cigarette, the cheap smell of it relieving him some of the pain. Why didn't he pick the Dunhills from before?
"I…" – He almost stuttered his words. – "… I don't know. I might have met her. Maybe not." – That brand was really a bad choice so he put the cigarette out on the wall. – "We meet new people everyday Asami-san and most remain as strangers. She could have met me too. But we are humans. We all forget. I forget." – His answer wasn't a way to continue their banter. It was reality. His reality. – "People come and go. We all born to die one day. But I just don't feel like walking that road. I believe we share the same opinion."
Asami found himself smirking at those last words. Whether it was a pure statement or a compliment, he was absolutely correct. Dying was a choice of the weak. – "So chasing bad guys and fighting crimes can defy death?"
"Well someone has to promote justice in this corrupted world. Should I add you to the list?"
Maybe the photographer knew Setsuko. Or maybe not. Asami also understood that using force would lead him nowhere. If the blonde wanted a good hunt, he would turn Akihito into the prey. His prey. The taller man felt his heart race. He couldn't remember when was the last time he had played this sort of game. And the man in front of him was so unrefined, so daring, so alluring. Asami grabbed Akihito's chin and raised the face to meet his.
The younger man was caught on surprise by the firm grip, devoid of any gentleness or care. He wanted to shout at him, yet all words were stuck at his throat. Asami's golden eyes pierced through his nerves, his body trembling slightly from fear. The man in front of him was no ordinary fellow. He was dangerous. He was a hidden wolf who would gnaw at your neck and kill without hesitation. But his fingers were warm and the heat… he knew that warmth. His headache was long forgotten.
"Won't you work for me Akihito?" – Ahh… That defying gaze even though he was afraid. Like a gazelle being chased. If he could just throw him into an abyss and taunt that brash spirit. Oh… it excited him so much! How much could he tamper him until he finally broke?
"Is this the kind of offer if I refuse, you will threaten my family and friends or shoot me right in the brains?"
"Well, that would be the standard procedure but I prefer much more pleasant ways of persuading people." – And the powerful figure leaned closer to the photographer, the scent of cheap tobacco lingering in the air.
Akihito felt his cheeks suddenly getting warm, his mind too conscious of their closeness. A proposal, more like an ultimatum. Could he really reject it and leave unharmed? Could he wash his hands once they are dirtied? The blonde was well aware of the design of the building and he could jump to his freedom from the counter with probably some minor scratches. Still, there was something forbidding his legs to take fly. It was an invisible chain and Asami Ryuichi was holding them. Holding him.
"Are we afraid of being caught or too tired of the underworld?" – He brushed off the taller man's hand, the blush in his face deepening a few shades.
"Insolent brat." – "I believe it's some worthy material for your so awaited breakthrough. You do have confidence in your ability, don't you Akihito?" – The way Asami called that name was controlling his senses. It was manipulating his mind. It was seductively familiar.
"So if I play the obedient boy and do as you say, should I expect some reward?"
Akihito looked directly at Asami, their eyes locked in each other's gaze without faltering. The crime lord smirked.
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Screams. Screams everywhere. People screaming of pain, images colored with blood and screams again. Then the sound of machines, lines that go up and down, highest peaks and depressions and silent again. Then lights flashing on and off, infrared, ultraviolet, waves and more waves. Then screams again, people begging, people crying, people torturing people. And the machines again.
"What are you doing?" – A woman dressed in a green suit (which didn't complement her complexion at all) asked the man in front of a computer as she gave him a thick folder. It had no name written on it but it had a small label on the top. It read "K-001".
"Can't you see?" - Images of a young man doing different activities, sporting different clothes and different facial expression flooded the screen.
"Sorry but I'm not interested in porn." – As she prepared to leave, the man pulled her long dark hair which made her stumble and fall to his lap.
"Take a good look at it, you fool." – She rose quickly to her feet, still a little shaken with his violent gesture. – "Is that…"
"Yes…" – He cut her words, unable to contain his excitement. – "… he finally made his move."
The man zoomed one of the pictures available on the screen. It was the young man with a camera in his hands.
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[1] – Both Setsuko and Yukiko can be written as 雪子.