Title: Tell Me What The Rain Knows
Paring: Asami x Akihito
Rate: NC – 17
Spoilers: None… I think…
Summary: AU. Sometimes you walk the right path and sometimes you walk the wrong one. The problem is when the wrong turns to be the right. Or the right turns to be the wrong. But that is something Akihito will have to find out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Viewfinder. If I did Akihito would be mine alone.
Author's note: Why do people put Akihito in female gender? No seriously, it's stupid, if you guys want to be in Akihito shoes, well, go to japan and takes pics of a yakuza -.-''

Tell Me What The Rain Knows

Chapter 3

Akihito bits his hamburger while Kou keep asking nonsense questions to Takato, who seems to always find a logical answer. They are his new friends. He met them when he got lost in college. The building was huge, with so many floors and departments it was easy for anyone to get lost. Somehow, he ended up in the economy department instead of the design one. That is when he met Kou and Takato, who helped him find the right path. After that, it was easy to get along.

He can't imagine why, but meting these two made Akihito feel normal, free; something he is sure he isn't. The collar around his neck proves it better than a contract of slavery. Yet his friends don't seem to be bothered by it. Some of the other guys he also got along with joke about his girlfriend being so possessive he has to use a collar. Not that they are correct, but at least he doesn't have to explain, they just accept his 'maybe'. And for some unknown reason to Akihito, they started to believe he lives with a rich, mature woman. Creepy.

"Then tell me how Hikaru from Art Department agreed to date you only because you love dogs!" Kou yells not caring about his surroundings.

Takato sighs, lighting a cigarette and giving Kou the you-are-completely-and-incorrigible-stupid glare.

"I already told you, that I know how to make a girl feel important. Unlike you, who only talks about himself and makes the ladies feel bad about themselves."

"Liar! I'm a women killer! They love me so much they just can't stand the idea of having me to themselves so they leave me!"

Kou sits back pouting, looking out of the window; Takato sighs and smokes some more.

Akihito takes another bite trying hard not to laugh. God help him if these two are considered normal. But it is moments like this he treasures and wishes to never end. He misses having friends. People he can simply hang out and talk about whatever he wants without having to worry about being careful. Well, he still had to be careful, but it is different. He knows Asami had someone watching him but the fact that he doesn't get involved makes everything somehow easy. He is really afraid Asami will just lock him and torture him. Akihito is sure if the older male wants to, he will do it. Maybe that was the punishment.

It was weird. Two weeks have already passed and Asami hads only kissed him. Not that he expects more. He doesn't break any rules. He sometimes defies Asami and so on but ends up giving in. It isn't like Akihito doesn't want to break the rules or run away. He just wants a stable life for a while.

Akihito jumps as his phone starts to ring. He still isn't used to this thing. He takes it out of his jacket pocket, answering it.

"Yah?"

"I want you home in an hour." Asami's cold voice states.

Akihito blinks as the call ends. Damn. The older man seems pissed. He better hurry up and go back. Akihito gets up and grabs his bag.

"I'm sorry guys. I have to go."

"Wah? Akihito! Where are you going?" Kou pouts hugging Akihito's arm "Don't go~~"

"Kou!" Akihito sighs. Sometimes his friend was just so childish "I have to go or my lover will be mad." Akihito jokes touching the collar.

Akihito walks off hearing a distant and way to prolonged 'Akihito'. He wants to stay and have fun but he has to go; he doesn't want to piss the man off. He saw it once and he swore to never see it again. Those golden eyes were colder than winter. It scared him. So Akihito decided to just defy him without pushing it. Somehow the older male seems to accept it and let him do as he pleases. For now Akihito feels safe. Or at least as safe as he can feel… which probably isn't much.

-VF-

Akihito is very proud of his instincts; they never fail him and always help him when in danger. The reason he could escape them was because is instincts told him. If he had stayed still, God knows what would have happened to him. He is somehow glad Asami found him.

Akihito stops in front of the penthouse's door. His instincts tell him not to hesitate, but the cold voice over the phone freaked him out. He takes a deep breath and walks in, taking his shoes off. Akihito can hear voices from Asami's office. The older man was in a meeting which means no eavesdropping. However, it isn't Akihito's fault when he accidently hears the conversation. It was Asami's fault for calling him and demanding him home in record time. So Akihito couldn't be blamed.

The office's door opens to let Asami and another tall man out. The other man looks at Akihito from head to toe; Akihito doesn't like it. It is the same way he looked at him. Shivers run down the boy's body. A large hand rested on his shoulder letting a feeling of safety wash the shivers off his body.

"Kurosawa-san, please meet my lover Takaba Akihito."

The shivers come back when that cold voice pronounced the word 'lover' with care. Akihito knew it was only a play, but his heart still skips a beat.

"Lover you say, uh?" once more the man's stare run thought his body in a mist of lust and death. "Such a thing for a lover, Asami-san. You could definitely get something more… pleasant."

Akihito's glare sets on the strange man, his hands turning into fists. It isn't like he became a lover on his free will.

"I assure you, Kurosawa-san, he is very pleasant." Asami's hand slides down the boy's shoulder to his neck "And very obedient too."

Kurosawa's face turned white at the sight of the collar. Akihito knew the strange man got the hint to stay away from him. Unconsciously, Akihito rests his back against Asami feeling the steady heartbeat. Along with the days and nights they spend together it is the heartbeat that keeps the nightmares and fears away. It is new and comfortable.

"Well then, please excuse me." Kurosawa makes his way to the door as it opens revealing an always ready Kirishima.

Asami doesn't say a word, only nods slightly, his hands travelling down to Akihito's waist, holding him still. The boy doesn't make a single move to get away. It seems he is getting used. Slowly, he wants to take it slowly.

"I don't like him."

Asami looks down to the boy, catching the worry in those hazel eyes. A soft grin spreads over his face; the boy is more open about his opinions.

"And? Should I care about your opinion?"

Akihito turns, facing those amused golden eyes. He glares at the older male.

"Well, aren't I your lover? My opinion should count!"

Asami chuckles, running a finger over the boy's lip. So cute and innocent. He sometimes wonders how this kid could live the past he lived and still be so innocent.

"By that logic yes, but you are not my real lover." Something crosses Akihito's eyes – sadness – making Asami consider is words "Well, I guess to you I will open an exception."

There is something Asami does not like. He can't see the boy sad. For strange reasons, he cannot tolerate seeing such feeling on the boy's eyes; it makes the fire disappear. And Asami needs that fire.

His hand lands on the boy's face, finally healed after two weeks. Akihito's face is even more beautiful and delicate than what he had thought. His silver hair is perfect in contrast with his eyes and skin.

The boy is just charming.

"Here were you when I called?" Asami make his way to the bar, getting a glass of expensive whiskey.

"I was eating with some friends… "

"Friends? I had no idea you had people to call friends."

Asami sits on a chair facing the big window, appreciating his city. Akihito walks to him, sitting by his feet, resting his head on the older male's lap. Instinctively Asami's hand reaches for the boy's hair. It was so soft Asami thinks he could spend hours caressing it.

Akihito closes his eyes almost purring to the sweet caressing. He likes these moments the most. It is so peaceful.

"Akihito" Asami looks down to the boy waiting for him to look up "I don't care who you call friend but keep in mind your life is not normal."

A bright fire burns in those sweet, hazel eyes letting Asami very pleased.

"I know very well my life is anything but normal. I don't need a bastard like you to tell me so."

"Mind your language." Asami states making Akihito blush.

He isn't really mad or displeased at Akihito's language but it is quite amusing to watch the boy blush or be uncomfortable. The boy would look up and down again with apologetic eyes.

"Good. Keep that in mind and refrain from saying such words in public." He lifts Akihito's head pressing their lips together. Asami bites the boy's bottom lip demanding entrance.

Akihito obeys. Not that he can say no; Asami won't accept such response. He feels the soft wet tongue caressing his mouth and a shiver runs down his body. Lord help him if this man isn't one hell of a kisser. Akihito moans deeply pressing his body more against Asami, trying to deepen the kiss.

Asami's eyes open slightly at the boy's moan. His responses are getting better and better. Akihito doesn't run away or fight anymore. Well, sometimes he fights, especially is he is in a bad mood which means every early morning. But it amuses Asami to see his kitten so fierce about something so simple as a kiss.

He lets the boy take some control over the kiss just to it back.

Asami breaks the kiss leaving a flushed Akihito resting his forehead on his lap, a soft smile on the older male's lips. In times like these he feels guilty for what expects the boy but he can't go back. He never goes back. Once more his hand reaches the boy's hair, caressing it. The boy's breath was becoming steady.

"Akihito" he waits for the boy to look up before continuing "Don't hide your face nor avert your eyes from me. Not in private and mostly not in public."

Akihito nods slowly closing his eyes. Life is getting difficult. Well, not exactly difficult, more like dangerous. The older male is dangerous so it is logical his life would become dangerous. Wow! Akihito you are getting smart. He snorts looking at the window view. But he doesn't mind. Asami might be a control freak but he doesn't make him feel bad, upset. It is like the older male knows what he is thinking before he himself knows.

That is what scares him the most.

The large hand keeps caressing his hair but somehow it's different. More gentle. More concerned, even.

Somewhere in the house a phone starts to ring, bringing them both back to reality. Asami's hand stops, a signal for Akihito to step away for him to get up. Akihito watches as Asami walks to his office closing the door behind him.

He lets out a sigh; it is clear the man does not trust him.

I guess it can't be helped. I don't trust him either.

-VF-

Asami grabs the phone taking the call immediately, his voice cold and professional.

"Yes."

"Asami-san! It is good to talk to you. How is the business?"

"Good. The rats were taken care off." An evil grins spread across Asami's face at the silence on the other side of the line "But I assume you already knew that, Amamya-san."

"Yes… the rumors spread easily as you may know… especially rumors about you."

Asami sits on the desk's chair resting his back and head against it, the grin growing colder.

"Is there any more rumors about me?"

Amamya makes a long pause of wish Asami deduces he is considering if he should tell him or not.

"Well…" Amamya coughs clearing his voice "It is also rumored you claimed a young boy as your lover."

Bingo.

"It is not a rumor but a fact." He looks at the office door "I am surprised such rumor is already out. I still have not introduced him to our society."

"I hope you do it sooner, Asami-san."

"Do not worry, I will very soon."

Asami cuts the call not letting another word be heard from Amamya. Rats like him were unpleasant and much disliked by himself.

He gets up as the smell of food fills the office. At least his kitten was good at cooking which was pleasant because he does not need to go out to eat or order – or rather, Kirishima would order.

As he walks to the kitchen the image of an Akihito in apron turns something on in Asami. Not that he minds it, quite the contrary, he appreciates it. It isn't like he can't get a hard on, but having something turning him on by the simple sight is better.

He stops at the door watching predatory as Akihito hums some song he does not recall knowing. The boy is amazing. It is like having him home made it easier, simpler. After two weeks, coming back home is no longer just to sleep. Asami makes sure he isn't home too late nor leaves to early. He wants to spent time with his lover.

Slowly and without making noise, Asami walks to his kitten placing his hands on the boy's waist making him jump and turn his head to him.

"Asami! You bastard! Don't scare me like that!"

There was the language again. Asami is sure no matter how many times he reprimands Akihito the boy will always end up forgetting about it.

He places a soft kiss on the boy's neck getting a little moan. A small and gentle smile appears on Asami's face. So cute, his little kitten. His hands travel up the boy's belly sliding inside the shirt to feel the smooth skin. His large hand finds the boy's nipples teasing one while the other hand finds its way inside the boy's pants.

"Ah!... A-Asami…" Akihito grabs Asami's arm trying in some way to stop him. "No.. s-stop…"

Asami grabs his kitten's hard cock, grinning amused.

"Stop? When you are like this, my little kitten." Asami gives a long stroke getting a loud moan "I told you we would be intimate."

Akihito's moans grow louder as the large hand moves faster. He is scared. Scared of what the older male can do to him. One of his hands lifts to grab Asami's hair unconsciously, desperate for something to hold and support.

Asami's hand works up and down. Slowing the pace just so he can enjoy those moans more. Having his boy pressed against his chest, mouth open and eyes closed gave Asami an enormous satisfaction. Feeling the pre-cum coming out, the older male increases his strokes' speed. Akihito is reduced to a mess of pleasure and lust; wanting something but not knowing what, the boy starts to call Asami's name over and over. Pleased with the boy's reaction, Asami drives Akihito to the edge, letting the boy slide to his knees, panting heavy.

"Such good reaction for your first time." Asami licks the cum on his hand while locking eyes with an angry kitty "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Bastard…" Akihito hisses trying to catch his breath. Fucking bastard! He looks at the stove "You made me burn dinner. And why did you do that?!"

Sometimes Asami likes to wonder how Akihito can mix two different topics in one single conversation that can last two seconds. Well, maybe that is one of the reasons why Asami still keeps the boy.

"Punishment and we can eat out."

"Punishment for what? I did nothing wrong!"

So defiant his little kitten.

"For eavesdropping other people's business." Asami fetches out a cigar and lights it "Go dress something nice. Now."

Sighing Akihito gets up and walks to the bastard's room, looking at the closet. He really doesn't felt like going out. At least not with Asami. The older man has an aura that scared people and he does not like to be surrounded by such aura. It freaks him out. Not that he will ever tell it to the bastard.

Sighing once more, he opens the closet and takes some of the most expensive clothes Asami got him. He never really understood why but the older male said if he was going to live with him, then he had to dress properly.

-VF-

It was an expensive traditional Japanese restaurant. No wonder Asami Ryuuichi would never take less. If he has the money why not put it to good use? He can buy expensive things such as clothes, houses, cars, people. Of course he will just buy what he could benefit from. He lives a good life filled with good furniture.

His golden eyes settle on a young boy who is happily devouring his food. As much as he felt pleased by having his kitten devouring his food he also had to think of his manners. And Akihito had such bad manners. The boy swears ninety percent of the time, dresses poorly, eats like the food will just vanish at any moment and defies every request Asami makes.

But maybe those are Akihito's good points, yet he still has to understand them properly.

"Akihito." At his name, the boy stops and looks at Asami, the food half way to his mouth. "Put your food down, straighten your back and eat slowly."

Akihito keeps looking at the older male, not exactly knowing if he's supposed to move or not. Considering the older male is serious, Akihito poses the chopsticks down and looks Asami in the eyes.

"Good. Straighten you back." As the boy does so, Asami picks his own chopsticks "I want you to eat slowly. The food will not leave and if you wish for more you can have it."

Asami starts to eat having Akihito almost mimicking him. It was somehow amusing teaching such things to the boy.

"I must remind you the party we will be attending in a week." Akihito chokes making Asami grin "So this week will be extremely busy for you. I hope you don't displease me."

Akihito isn't sure what Asami is really referring about. Of course he will behave at the damn party. It isn't like he has any other option, especially since he was sure the punishment would be way worse than what Asami had done just an hour ago.

So he will behave.

The boy nods going back to eat his food, slowly this time. An upset Asami isn't something he wishes to see right now and the older male will be happy as long as Akihito does as he is told. So instead of screaming and defying Asami, like his whole body begs for, Akihito agrees and keeps going.

Most people may think he is a tempered and stupid person. Blind to the world around him, but the truth is Akihito has learned more in these two weeks he spent with Asami than his seventeen long years. But he has to play the fool. He cannot risk being found by them. If those people were to find him, then all he had worked for since the day his body, broken and cold, decided it has had enough and moved on its own – freeing his mind and body – he would have to give up the little freedom he had conquered.
Not that freedom has been long. He has known from the beginning, the moment Asami found him his freedom had been locked away.

"Akihito." The boy blinks freeing his mind from those painful thoughts and bringing him back to the present "Do understand I don't want you to trouble yourself. I don't wish for a full change."

Asami rose from his sit and walked away leaving a very confused Akihito behind.

Damn, it's the third time today. Not that it is very difficult; Asami had the ability to do that to him. It is like magic, Asami will snap his fingers and Akihito will be confused.

The boy sighs stopping his mind and focusing on his food. He can never think clearly on an empty stomach.

-VF-

Asami lights a cigarette while leaning against the car, letting the nicotine works its magic over his body. These past two weeks the boy has improved. Akihito is more composed, isn't so frightened and even starts to show the defying personality Asami was positive existed on the boy. Akihito tried to obligate all the tasks Asami put him up too.

Of course Asami has to reward his kitten. At the beginning Asami would buy clothes or accessories to the boy but Akihito seemed to dislike them. It was a first; Asami was used to give gifts to his loves. He would make Kirishima buy them. And it was thanks to Kirishima he figured something his boy liked. Camera's equipment. The way those hazel eyes shone with happiness was delightful.

And so Asami figured it is easy to please Akihito.

Asami finishes the cigarette watching Souh escort his boy to him. The older male locks eyes with bright hazel ones and extends his hands grabbing the boy's arms and pulling him to a warm embrace. The slim body learns against him; Asami knows it was an instinct reaction. Asami bents his head down letting his lips rest on his boy's soft ones.

Akihito leans up meeting Asami half away. God help him but the simple thought of the older male kissing him is enough to drive him mad. Asami doesn't kiss him much. Sometimes it is a reward for making a delicious dinner, other is to wake him up or just simply because. But those times are so rare Akihito finds himself sad. Not that he would be sad, sad. He is just sad and he does not even know why because he doesn't want to be intimate with the man.

Asami's tongue licks his lips seducing him to let that wet muscle in. More than happy, Akihito welcomes that amazing tongue in his mouth, sliding his own over it. A soft moan leaves Akihito's throat followed by a loud one.

Asami's arms tighten, pressing the boy even more against him. It is truly amazing how that body could shape against his so easily. He breaks the kiss supporting the boy's body on his arms; he places a soft kiss above the collar, a gentle smile on his face. Akihito melts at the kindness swimming on those golden eyes, shivering from its power. Asami takes his coat off and places it around the boy's shoulders; placing a kiss on Akihito's forehead they enter the car heading home.

-VF-

A tall man approaches his boss, bowing in respect.

"Everything is going according to plan."

Asami caresses his boy's hair finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out in the ashtray. He looks down and grins.

"Good. I want those photos in every press possible. I want everyone to know who he is and who he belongs too."

Kirishima bows once more and leaves the house.

Asami keeps staring at the boy curled against him. It has become a habit to have someone sleeping next to him, someone to hold. It feels strangely good. Asami shakes his head putting those thoughts away; he slides down to the blankets pushing the slim body to him and falls asleep.