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: I am so sorry to those who follow this story! I had th chapter done for like ages but I forgot to publish and then I went to the hospital (everything is fine now). I feel so bad! Almost a year to publish... please hit me with rocks... This is a little short but the fifth - that is almost done - is bigger. I hope you enjoy and sorry once more.
Tell Me What The Rain Knows
Chapter 4
It had been a normal day. Akihito had woke up alone, ate breakfast and went to college. He showed his teacher some photos and talked about some future projects. His friends had called him, inviting him to karaoke. Akihito said yes and had fun. On his way home he stopped by the store to buy ingredients for dinner, happy with his decision of hot pot.
The normal day ended when his eyes locked on a journals' picture of him and Asami kissing. Akihito lost his voice due to the shock, his mind trying to figure when the photo was taken and why did not Asami tell him about it. Over the last month Akihito came to understand some things about Asami. The old man did not like to talk about his life nor his job, he preferred Japanese food over Italian or French food, and objects were of no value to him. They just exist to décor one's life.
He did not recall how he got home. Akihito just knows he got in the building and made his way to the penthouse. Akihito sat on the sofa, forgetting dinner and everything around him except the picture on the journal.
His life is once more in danger. They would find him and take him back with them. He doubts Asami would as much as move a finger to keep him. After all he was just like an object, meant to be used and forgotten.
-VF-
Asami knows something is wrong as the smell of delicious food does not fill the air of his house. There is no music either. He knows Akihito is home. Kirishima had informed him the brat had arrived safely home. The report about his day was normal and with nothing out of the ordinary.
So why is the house so quiet?
Asami finds Akihito sitting at the sofa, TV off, hands covering his face. He had only seen the boy like this twice. The first time was the night he had found the stray. The second when he pushed the boy to tell him who was he afraid of. The pale face of Akihito had been enough to make him stop. He had no problem with people who feel terror and get the lost feeling in their eyes. But those people had feared him. Akihito did not fear him. The boy may feel insecure and may not trust him but he never saw fear towards him. Sometimes sounds or voices made the boy look around but it would disappear as fast as it came.
"Akihito."
The boy jumps looking at Asami with lost, sad eyes.
"What got you upset?"
Akihito looks at the journal on the coffee table, shaking his head and closing his eyes again. Asami instinctively knew what is in the journal. The picture and text had come out excellent. Some people had already called Asami demanding to know who the boy in the picture was.
"I see you finally saw the picture." With grace, Asami takes his tie off and makes his way to his bedroom.
Akihito stares once more at the picture before standing up and following Asami. So it seems the man had something to do with it. Entering the bedroom Akihito glares at an undressed Asami, a blush fills his face at the sight of a well-kept body. God, he knew Asami has a great body but seeing it was different from knowing.
"See something you like?"
The grin in Asami's face makes Akihito blush even more. His voice was gone; he could only shake his head. His hazel eyes travel over Asami's body. His mind could only wonder how it would feel to touch it, to feel it above him, around him.
C'mon Akihito! Focus! Just because he can kiss well does not mean he is good at sex… oh shit.
Akihito realizes Asami is in front of him a second too late. Those big hands are already touching him, lifting his t-shirt. Oh God. Why is his mind not working?
"Seems to me, your body remembers my nighttime touches." Asami places a kiss on Akihito's neck, above the collar. "All those nights when you would move around, lost in nightmares."
Akihito moans softly, desperately trying to focus on Asami's words.
In his dazed mind Akihito hears a phone ringing and the feel of those strong hands leave his body. God help him, but he wants those hands back.
No! Focus Akihito! You don't want to be touched by that man. He will end you.
Slowly, Akihito sits on the bed, whipping while he tries to get his breath normal. The feeling of emptiness fills Akihito making him shiver. Akihito's mind finally starts to work again. He was sure Asami had spoken something insane. Akihito was not used to these feelings. He was not used to have a person touch him so tenderly. He had long forgotten what it felt to be loved.
"Akihito."
At Asami's voice Akihito looks up, those golden eyes were calm and for once not cold yet they were not warm either. Akihito understood he got used to those eyes be cold and looking at him from above; showing who was in charge.
"Who are they?" Akihito's eyes widen, fear dancing in them. "I advise you to tell me before it is too late."
No. Akihito could not tell Asami who they were. He shakes his head.
"You don't want to know. Believe me."
After a deep breath Akihito gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. Asami did not follow him. Thank God. The picture on the journal comes back to his mind and a single tear runs down his face.
Tonight was the night. Akihito was going to be introduced as Asami's lover at a party.
Asami was in front of him, a red velvet jewelry box on his hand and a grin in his face. Something told Akihito it was bad. His sixth sent proved it right when Asami opens the box and shows him a brand new collar, made of soft brown leather with a shining golden stone craved in it.
God helped him.
Like holding a lover Asami takes the collar in his hand and places it around Akihito's neck.
"Perfect." Asami steps back to admire Akihito. "Leather ready does suit you." He runs a finger above the collar placing a kiss on Akihito's neck. "I am sure everyone will be admiring you and wondering how you got me."
Bastard.
"I don't like attention."
Oh Akihito what did you just said? Big mistake.
"Is that so?" Asami smirks running one hand down to Akihito's boxers. "Here I was thinking you appreciated my attention very much."
Akihito moan as Asami grabs his hardening cock. The old man did not touch him much but as Asami had said once, is body did remember his caresses.
"Pervert."
He hears Asami snort and those hands leave his body completely. A soft whimper lives his lips, a feeling of emptiness fills him.
"Get dressed. We are leaving in an hour. Do not put a tie and leave your first three top buttons open."
Asami takes a cigar out and leaves the bedroom, closing the door.
Akihito stares for some time to the door. A sigh leaves his lips and he makes his way to the closet's mirror to get a glance at the offending object around his neck. He did not like it at all but he could not say it was uncomfortable. It wasn't tight to not hurt him when he sleeps. But Akihito was always aware of it. People would stare at him, sometimes even stop and just look. And tonight, thousands of people would be staring at him.
Just perfect.
-VF-
The scariest thing was probably the numerous rich and well-dressed people who would not take their eyes off him. They were watching his every move, his every breath. And the only think Akihito wants is to run away and hide. He never really liked to be around people, it always made him feel uncomfortable. In his stomach a knot would form and not let go. Sometimes it would only disappear days after.
Akihito looks to the side to watch Asami talk to some fat man with an eyeglass over is right eye and three golden rings over his left hand. Rich people really did like to show their money. Yet Asami was dressed in a simple tree-piece suit and an expensive handkerchief. No rings, no funny one eyeglasses, no gold necklace. Simple like always yet so handsome and powerful. Akihito's hand rise to touch the collar around his neck. A stupid thought of why Asami did not put a tag on the collar fills his mind as he see a young woman trying to flirt with Asami without success.
His fingers play with the jewel craved in his collar. Golden like his owner's eyes. No, Akihito thinks, Asami's eyes are more gold and beautiful than the stone.
"Akihito." The boy fixes his gaze at the older male "Come here." Slowly Akihito makes his way to his lover, smiling gently when he stops right next to Asami. Hazel eyes still lock with golden ones. "Arikawa-sama, I present you my lover and mate, Takaba Akihito."
A possessive hand lands on Akihito's waist pulling him to a broad chest. Akihito looks up to Asami's face seeing his eyes are gentle instead of cold, his face holding a gentle yet small smile. Asami looks down placing a soft kiss in the boy's lips.
An awkward cough breaks the daze Akihito found himself once more in.
"I see you care for him dearly, Asami-sama."
Akihito did not miss the malice in the man's voice.
"A rumor said you did found a young lover but see you with him is more than one could imagine."
Asami smirks at the man. Poor rat, trying to get on his nerve. No such luck.
"Yes. I have heard of such rumor. It was true so there was no meaning in put it out. It only shows that the high people of society have nothing better to do than talk about others. Sometimes I wonder if you make money talking about others' lives."
The man clearly shivers at the cold in Asami's voice. His face becomes pale.
"I apologize. I did not mean to offend you, Asami-sama."
Akihito smirks at the man's reaction. He knew Asami was someone very powerful but knowing and seeing it are two different things. Unconsciously, Akihito rests his head on Asami's shoulder. He faintly realizes the woman who so casually had approached Asami was gone. Good. He did not like her face.
"But please do enlighten me, Arikawa-sama. Are there any more rumors where I am the host?"
The man coughs once more before denying any more rumors and excusing himself.
Akihito chuckles looking up at Asami.
"I did imagine you could put anyone in place, but wow! He got pale and started to sweat."
Asami grins and learns down kissing Akihito slowly but passionately. Asami was such a show off. Akihito runs his hands up Asami's chest letting one hand drive into Asami's perfect hair. He knows everyone is watching them but he cannot afford to deny Asami. Not in public. The man would probably lock him if Akihito dares to deny or break the kiss. Asami lets him go keeping the hand around Akihito's waist.
"Let's go. There are many people who need to know your face and who you belong to."
Akihito shivers and follows the older male.
Two pars of black eyes stare at the couple, malice and desire dancing in them. The two figures look at each other and they grin. Their boy was making have such good life but they had to end it. Or they could take the most of it. They had no doubt that powerful man would do anything for their cute, little boy.
