Viewfinder Fanfic.

This is based off the title found on by Hinnorthel-Duvainthel. Things have been changed to meet authors needs/imagination of characters/plots etc. Etc.

Some aspects from other fandoms have been included as well so if readers stumble across these things just know that they do not belong to me, they belong to the original creators of such brilliance, I am only temporarily borrowing (without asking), so I am able to get my creative ideas onto paper (figuratively) and be able to express myself.

Also, this is my first written piece so please be kind. I normally write prompts for others or oneshots that I never post, so if it's a little rocky you know why.

The warnings will be scattered throughout the work so I will warn you if something particularly graphic will pop up.

Warnings: Yaoi, Self-insert OC, Bondage, AU, eventual threesome, Violence, Sibling Incest(?).

POV changes will be indicated when there is a change in the characters POV :)

Chapter 1

**OC POV**

Some deity really hated him up there, no, they must despise him to put him in this situation. Not only had he been reborn, but somehow he had gained the attention of that man. Oh, he had tried not to, once he came to terms with his reincarnation and realized where he had ended up he promised that he wouldn't get caught up in all the chaos.

He was Akihito's twin brother, and though he loved the little jerk, he wished that Akihito would get through his thick skull that he could look after himself. He knew that Akihito was going to eventually get them both mixed up in something there was no turning back from, but that was the price he knew he would gladly pay if he gets to stay by his brothers side. He knew he would never stand to be a bystander in the ensuing chaos, so he made plans to make himself as useful to Akihito as he can without throwing away his second chance at life. That was the smartest thing to do in a city run by the mafia.

But of course, when do things work out that easily?

Of course, somehow he had gained his attention.

Of course, being the stubborn bastard he was, he refused to leave him alone.

And of course, he was greedy enough to decide they both belonged to him alone.

Perhaps he needed to explain his situation a little better, ne? Ok, here goes...

When he was reborn into the world, he not only shocked himself but all those involved with his birth.

"A second son?!" Apparently it was a big shock to all involved that his mother was in labour with twins. It was later explained to his parents that he had been hiding behind Akihito in all the scans his mother had up until she went into labour.

Thus he found himself reborn again, as if living for almost 200 years wasn't enough? And breathed a sigh of relief that he was indeed male. He relaxed in the warmth that surrounded him, blocking out the uncomfortable squeeze, the noise, the smells, amongst other feelings he harboured for experiencing his birth.

He found himself placed down onto a soft surface and felt a comfortable heat generating from the left beside him. He slowly tried to turn his head and focus his eyes (newborn eyes aren't what they are cracked up to be, after all) and saw another wrinkly form.

"Takaba Akihito and Takaba Akihiro."

Well, shit. Seems that he was Akihito's twin brother.

The memory that was most prominent in Akihiro's mind wasn't the chaos and intensity of a completely conscious birth, nor was it his years of childhood that passed by slower than the first time, it was trying to keep himself from holding himself back. He had decided on the hour of his birth that he would live his second chance at life to the fullest extent.

And that's what he did.

Turns out that Akihito was the older brother, not that it was a big surprise to anyone, but it took Akihiro a while to figure out why both his parents and his brother were so obsessed with keeping him dressed a certain way or from injuring himself too much. Seems that he had been blessed with a petite and fragile bone structure that he had inherited from his mother and grandmother who Akihito and Akihiro inherited their light-foreign exotic looks from. While Akihito couldn't be described as completely masculine, neither did he have to experience the confusion many had with his gender. People knew that Akihito was male, no questions asked, but when it came to Akihiro, well. They always stumbled over his gender.

Poor Akihiro was blessed with androgynous looks, big almond shaped Heterochromia Iridis eyes, one silver-blue and the other hazel like Akihito's. Skin milky-white, smooth and soft due to his parents and Akihito's efforts over the years and was of a demure height. His hair was longer at the front compared to Akihito's and more silvery-white like their grandmother's - Akihiro truly looked like a foreigner.

With his appearance his grandmother and mother got him into child modelling and the arts. Not that Akihiro had a problem with that at all, he was more of an artistic person in a quieter sense than Akihito who loved to explore the outdoors with his photography. Even though Akihito's photography interests shifted towards exposing extremely dangerous individuals and corrupt politicians; Akihiro ventured into writing, painting and occasional modelling for clothing lines that cater to his appearance.

All in all, you could definitely say that Akihiro was happy with his sheltered, gentle life filled with the love of his family and his passions.

**Akihito's POV **

Yelping in shock as a towel was suddenly shoved on his head, Akihito looked down at his brother curiously. "What in the world was that for, Hiro-nii?"

He looked at his brother fondly, once again Akihiro was dressed in a cute pair of stockings with shorts and some loose long-sleeved T-shirt which was more appropriate for the cooler weather than what he currently had on.

"Nii-san! You need to make sure you are dressed properly for the weather and dry your hair! You could catch a cold." scolded Akihiro, before pouting and taking his backpack and camera bag before walking further into the house. Akihito chuckled softly before reaching a hand up to rub the towel through his blonde locks and toeing off his shoes and walking off to follow Hiro into their house.

Their parents were shocked at first when Akihiro came to them and informed them that he had purchased a house and was moving out when he was a year out of highschool. But they quickly settled with Akihiro's decision when Akihito informed them that he was moving out to live with his brother as well to keep an eye on him. It was a nice house, a big and open traditional home that was close to Tokyo Central without the noise associated with it. When Akihiro told him how much it cost, Akihito nearly fainted, but did agree that it was very nice and could see himself and his brother settling in well there.

Akihito shook his head slightly to shake himself out of nostalgia and quickly followed after Hiro into the kitchen. His little brother was already preparing him some ginger tea and omurice to eat to warm him up and hold off a cold. His brother really was a mother-hen at times.

"Eat, Nii-san. Then please go take a shower to warm up. You know you can't be walking around in this kind of weather" As Akihito sat down, Hiro came over and took over drying his hair. "or if you are going to insist on running around like you usually do, please take Takashi with you."

Takashi was his little brother's driver, but more like a guard that his parents organised back when Akihiro's fame started to pick up through his modelling back in elementary school. He was now considered part of the family and had sleeping quarters in their house, not that Akihiro complains much but Akihito knows that the overprotectiveness that he and his parents have sometimes chafes at his independence.

Akihito made sure to quickly sip at his tea and begin to eat when Akihiro (Hiro) started to glare at him. "I'm sorry, Hiro-nii. But you know how I don't like to be followed on my stake-outs. It would only hold me back from concentrating on my work when I have to make sure that another person doesn't wreck my set-up."

He smiled as Hiro sighed and nodded. This was an argument that they tend to have after every one of his stake-outs and as much as he loves his brother, he wasn't going to be taking anyone with him when he goes.

As he ate, Akihito observed his little brother. His brother while demure and soft in appearance was never truly helpless. Akihito learned that the hard way when his fights with upper classmates got Hiro involved. Hiro was someone who looked harmless, gentle and soft. While this was generally how Hiro normally is, when riled his brother was fierce and cruel. He, without the families knowledge, had learned some self-defence in between his traditional dance classes, and used this knowledge to put the upper classmen on their assess before anyone could react.

Akihito shivered slightly as he remembered the cruel little smile that spread over his brothers face as he grabbed the upper classmen's hair in his fist. Whatever his little brother whispered into that boys ear still remains a mystery to him, but whatever was said had a lasting impact. Akihiro became even more famous at the school, rumours spread of his aloof, stoic personality and that kept many bullies away from Hiro and Akihito.

Hiro's voice broke him out of his thoughts, "Did you get any good shots at least, Nii-san?"

"Sure did, Hiro. Just you wait, that politician will have his face plastered all over the newspapers by tomorrow morning!"

Little did Akihito know was that he had been observed through an adjacent buildings CCTV cameras above the warehouse docks near his stake-out position.

**Asami's POV**

A tall man dressed in an expensive suit stood before a large window, his golden eyes peering down at the city lights as he held a cigarette between his lips. Behind him a man dressed in a similar outfit stood, his face impassive as he reported his findings.

"Asami-sama, about this photographer incident yesterday, they've stopped it with the publishers but it seems that the police are now sniffing around the warehouse." The man informed, "The warehouse guards have been taken to warehouse 5 waiting for your further instructions. What shall we do about it?"

Asami turned to his large desk, eyeing the photograph of the two males. One was grinning at the screen with bright hazel eyes and had his arm wrapped around the other's shoulders, the other male has his lips tilted slightly as if he found the situation amusing, his distinctly unique set of eyes - one silver-blue and the other hazel - slightly narrowed giving him a more mature look despite his petite and delicate appearance. Belying a high intelligence level that Asami knew he would need to keep an eye on. Despite those differences the two males were obviously blood-related and looked around the same age. If Asami was to guess, he would say either a year apart or twins considering the bond they seem to share.

"I'm sure I can persuade them with some pocket change, leave the rest to me." He replied evenly, receiving a bow in response. Once the other male was gone, he turned to the two folders on his desk, one titled Takaba Akihito and another Takaba Akihiro. The similar sounding names made Asami lean more towards the conclusion that the two males were twins more than simply brothers.

As he predicted, Asami looked over the file of Takaba Akihito and read that he was older than the other by three minutes. It also shed light that it was Takaba Akihito that was the photographer out of the two that was causing all the trouble while his younger twin, Takaba Akihiro was a rumoured genius artist and author who was noted to send their driver, Takashi after Akihito when he went on stake-outs. He also noticed that Akihiro was the twin to graduate highschool early and had two college degrees by the time that his older brother Akihito finished highschool.

Asami flipped over to find which two degrees Akihiro graduated with and wasn't surprised to see one of them to be Literature but was very interesting in seeing that Akihiro was also a business analyst. Why, it seems I have a shrewd business-minded younger brother who may pose a bit of a problem than he thought. Asami continued to read over their finances and began to conclude that some "pocket change" wasn't going to settle these two down.

Interesting, very interesting.

"Takaba Akihito has a good viewpoint but if he tries to ruin my image I won't let it go lightly. It seems some punishment is in order..." He murmured, picking up the picture of the twins. "But perhaps a visit to the younger brother is in order first." He had a feeling that it wasn't all Akihito, from what he read about Akihiro wasn't called a genius for nothing so there was a big possibility that the younger twin was helping out discreetly.

Smirking, Asami blew out a cloud of smoke, let the hunt begin.