Hello everyone! I am so sorry that it took me so long to update this chapter. I was so busy with work and university assignments. Thank you for all your wonderful reviews, and pms. I feel so loved!
This chapter is for Rose Nusrat who wanted to read a jealous Asami. Honestly, this chapter is by far, the most difficult chapter I have ever written but I am glad my beta gave her approval!
Thank you to my lovely beta, RiveReinStyx for your constant support, advice and for being such a good friend! You are the best!
Warnings: Smex, possible OOCs
Disclaimer: Viewfinder and its notable characters belong to the great Yamane Ayano sensei. I do not earn anything from writing this fan fiction.
Great, just when I thought I could leave after this assignment, there she goes again- sulking and bitching about how she has to work on New Year's Eve. Akihito thought, looking at the same model who made him missed the Sumidagawa Fireworks Festival with Asami last year.
True, Asami ordered his best men to get a pyrotechnician to organize another fireworks display so he could view it from Asami's penthouse balcony, which resulted in a lot of payback time on the balcony by the way; it didn't mean that Akihito wasn't sour about it.
"I don't wanna wear those!"
"Emi-chan, it's what the sponsors wanted. You want to be famous in the industry, don't you?" her manager soothed.
"I don't care, I am not wearing those! Why can't I model for Burberry or Gucci?" Emi whined.
Akihito gripped his camera tighter. Oh, for fuck's sake. With your half assed attitude as a model, you'd be lucky to even get a modeling contract from the ramen cup company.
He checked his wrist watch; he had promised to meet Kou and Takato in 30 minutes in front of Tokyo Dome for Setsuna's concert. Damn, now he's going to be late because the traffic during New Year's Eve can be torturously slow. Everyone wanted to be somewhere during important days like this and he was not an exception. He'd be damn if he were to miss the opening since he worked his ass off to get the tickets – literally.
"I don't wanna! The costume is ugly and uncomfortable!"
Akihito exchanged glances with his bodyguard who was standing stiffly at the end of the room. Sensing his master's troubled gaze, Toru walked over to Akihito.
"Takaba sama, you need to be at Tokyo Dome in 27 minutes. If we do not leave now, we won't be able to make it on time."
"I know," Akihito sighed, glancing at the model. Emi sat on the long couch with her legs crossed, sulking as her manager tried to get her to change into the rabbit costume.
Toru leaned closer to Akihito. "Takaba sama, do you wish to leave?"
Akihito contemplated for a while. He was very tempted to take up Toru's suggestion but he is a professional photographer – a stubborn one at that. No photographer should leave in the middle of the shoot.
Letting out a soft sigh, Akihito shook his head. "No, I'll wait. I have to get the job done. Can you get these to Kou and Takato while I tie up my work here? At least they don't have to wait," Akihito rummaged through his bag, pulling out two black and gold tags.
His loyal guard shook his head. "I'm sorry Takaba sama. If you are not leaving, then I am staying too."
Akihito huffed. "Right, Asami's orders."
Toru bowed a little, offering his apology.
"What about Ando? Can't he take the tags to them first?" Akihito pleaded.
"I apologize. Ando is a chauffeur; he is not permitted to leave without you." Toru explained patiently.
Akihito dumped the tags into his camera bag. "I thought Ando was the chief security for The Fixer? How come he became the driver? Was he demoted?"
"On the contrary, he was promoted. Ando was selected to be your personal chauffeur – "
"WHAT?" Akihito nearly shouted and quickly muttered an apology to Emi's manager who looked his way. "Why do I need a chauffeur?" Akihito whispered angrily.
"Takaba sama, that was Asami sama's decision. I am not permitted to divulge such sensitive information." Toru bowed.
"Stop calling me Takaba sama when I'm working!" Akihito replied, looking at Emi's manager to see if he was looking. "I'm already having a hard time explaining to them why I need an assistant; a better dressed one at that. That possessive bastard, I'll speak with him about this tonight. He's not going to push another guard at me." Akihito continued, resisting the urge to whip his diamond studded phone out from his jeans pocket to call the yakuza.
Immediately the thought of Akihito squaring it out with his boss came into Toru's mind. Akihito, in Toru's opinion, remained the only person who can speak to the crime lord so casually. He had never seen anyone speaking to the boss in such insolent manner without getting a bullet embedded on their foreheads.
Akihito checked the time again. "Shit, now I am seriously going to be late. I better text Takato and Kou about it," Akihito grumbled and fished for his phone.
He had just finished pressing the send button when Emi's manager sheepishly told him that he could start the photo shoot immediately. Akihito wondered what made Emi donned the ugly bunny costume; not that he was complaining since he couldn't wish for anything more than to get out of the studio.
Working with a model like Emi proved to be tiring. Emi was uncooperative and her stiff poses forced the photographer to retake numerous shots. Despite Akihito's good photography skills, it took him about half an hour for the few measly shots and by the time he wrapped things up, he was nearly 35 minutes behind time.
"Ah shit," Akihito cursed and raced down the flight of steps to the waiting car. The minute he slid into Asami's BMW, Toru gave instructions for Ando to drive.
"I am so screwed," Akihito said as he scanned through his text messages. There were a few texts from Kou who told him to get his ass to the Dome as soon as he finished his work and another from Asami who told him to enjoy the concert since he had 'worked' hard to get the tickets. That perverted bastard.
"The traffic is reported to be clear; we should be arriving in 15 minutes, Takaba sama." Toru spoke from the front passenger seat.
Akihito pocketed his phone in his bag. "Thanks, Toru and er – Ando."
Ando glanced at Akihito briefly from the rear mirror. "It's my pleasure, Takaba sama."
"Not you too!" Akihito moved to the middle seat and leaned forward, "Call me Akihito."
Ando looked appalled. "No – no, it wouldn't be appropriate."
Akihito leaned back. "I expected that answer. Honestly, that bastard needs to stop this nonsense."
Ando glanced at Toru; obviously it was his first time hearing someone addressing his boss so impudently. "Toru san, is he talking about Asami sama?"
Toru curved a smile in agreement before checking the GPS again for the latest traffic reports. Ando spoke no further, trying to get the facts sink in as he continued weaving through the traffic. Asami had a tough exterior and no one dared to mess with the yakuza. Hadn't he seen it when he threw a gun at Toru for failing to protect his lover? Truthfully, Ando had doubts with his promotion. Ecstatic as he was with it, he couldn't help but to feel insecure over his guarding capabilities as his boss accepts no failures, no excuses when it comes to the young man at the back and he wasn't sure if he could live up to his boss's expectations. He stared at Toru, who was still busy checking the traffic reports on the little machine attached to the car. Toru was always composed and Ando could only tip his hat off to him for his spectacular job in protecting Akihito.
Akihito's phone rang, ending the silence in the luxurious car. The photographer rummaged for his phone in his bag and groaned at the caller.
"Asami sama, to what do I owe this social call?" Akihito answered sarcastically.
Asami actually laughed a little. "Akihito, your formal greetings never fails to excite me."
"Pervert. So, why are you calling? Don't you have the world to conquer?"
"I do but I thought I'd make a social call to you first before I chair a meeting," Asami paused for a moment, "Where are you? It doesn't sound like you are at the Dome."
"We're heading there now and I am so massively screwed because I am an hour late. I swear I will not accept another job offer to photograph that sorry excuse for a model again," Akihito checked his wrist watch and frowned when he noticed the concert was about to start.
The photographer strained his neck when he caught a glimpse of the Dome. "This is the second time, Asami! Remember the Sumidagawa Fireworks last year? She's the same model!"
"I see," the usual cool voice answered but Akihito was too concerned over the fact that he was late and failed to detect Asami's unusual tone. "Her name?"
"Stage name is Emi. I am not sure about her full name; never interested in her." Akihito nearly jumped up from his seat when Ando pulled into the Dome.
"Asami, I'm reaching the entrance, I'm hanging up all right?"
"Akihito, make sure you stick with Toru."
Akihito rolled his eyes. "How old do you think I am? Twelve? Geez, Asami, I'm not a kid," the photographer said and ended the call without waiting for the older man to reply.
The photographer jumped out as soon as the car came into a halt. Akihito honestly didn't know how Ando could have driven the car straight into the main entrance as the road leading in was initially off limits to vehicle.
"Takaba sama!" Toru caught up with the photographer as he brisk walked around the dome, looking for his friends.
"Toru, you don't need to be here!" Akihito said as he stood on tip toes to look for his friends. Fortunately, Takato told him that he'd be wearing the shirt Akihito bought for him during Christmas so it wasn't difficult to spot him.
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late!" Akihito panted.
"It's all right. We still have fifteen minutes before show time," Kou gave Akihito a friendly punch on the shoulder.
"What took you so long? You were so enthusiastic about the concert and you showed up late," Takato nearly scowled.
Akihito reached for the tags in his bags. "Don't ask, Takato. It was my mistake to accept the job." He pulled the tags out, passing them to his friends' outstretched hands before looping his tag around his neck.
"Let's go, where should we line up? There are at least five entrances to the dome; which should we take?" Kou asked, looking worriedly at the huge crowds waiting to get in.
Akihito scrutinized his tag, looking at the fine prints for information. Usually there would be seating numbers on the tag to indicate which gate they should enter but the tags Asami passed him that morning had none of those.
For a split second, he thought Asami had played a cruel joke on him. But Asami is a man of his words; not once Akihito recalled the yakuza had broken his promise with him.
"Ah, shit. I forgot to ask," Akihito groaned and whipped out his phone, only to have Toru's hand on his shoulder, halting his actions.
"Takaba sama, it is not necessary. Please follow me, I'll take you to your seats."
Akihito blinked at Toru, confused. "Huh? How did you know?"
"I was briefed by Kirishima san about it yesterday," the guard waved his arm, motioning Akihito and his friends to follow him.
"WHAT? Why the hell does Kirishima have to brief you about the concert? Last I checked, Asami doesn't own this place!"
Toru continued to move forward, clearing path for Akihito and friends. He wondered if he should tell the truth about the Dome; his master's lover might not own the place but he was one of the major shareholders, meaning the Dome was partially owned by Asami. One look at his master's frustrated face, the guard decided to keep silent about it. Besides, Akihito would find out about the place soon when he does his digging later.
"Asami sama is concerned about your safety, Takaba sama," Toru replied, without looking at his master.
"Concerned? That is borderline possessive!" Akihito grumbled.
"Aki- chan, you should be lucky that Asami san is so into you!" Kou moved a step forward to drape an arm around Akihito's shoulder.
Akihito pinched Kou's arm. "Call me that again and I'll remove that tag around your neck," he threatened.
Kou immediately held his hands up and smiled sheepishly. "You win, Akihito."
"But Akihito, isn't that nice of Asami san? I mean, he got us the tickets and everything," Takato added as he attempted to squeeze in between Kou and Akihito.
Akihito felt like retorting, Nice, my ass. If only you knew what I had to go through to get those tickets. And that bastard is anything but nice. Instead he replied, "You don't know half of it."
His friends were puzzled by the remark but didn't attempt to probe further. Toru led them to a small, metal door at the other side of the dome where two bulky guards were standing on either side.
"Toru san," one of them greeted, bowing a little.
Toru returned the bow. "Koga san, I am here to bring Takaba sama and his friends into the dome, on Asami sama's orders."
Koga bowed again. "Of course, Kirishima san has informed me. Please follow me," he said and stepped aside to open the door.
Akihito stepped inside, followed by Takato and Kou with Toru entering the last. The dimly lit dome was nearly filled by thousands of chattering fans, clutching their props blaring Setsuna's logo and photos.
"This is so cool!" Kou exclaimed when they were led to the front of the stage where a small space had been cordoned off.
While Kou and Takato were busy taking photographs of the stage, Akihito moved closer to Toru. "Why are there five seats here?"
Toru answered Akihito's question by sitting on the cushion chair at the back row. His master plopped on the seat next to him, and crossed his arms across his chest. "Let me guess, the empty seat is reserved for Ando."
"Yes, Takaba sama. This is – "
"Your egotistical, sadistic, possessive boss named Asami Ryuuichi sama's orders – I know," the photographer replied, already sulking. "Does he think we'll be under attack or something? This is a concert!"
"Takaba sama, Asami sama is merely concerned. I assure you that you would not feel our presence at all."
"Akihito, come on, are you going to sit there sulking or are we going to take some photos?" Kou pulled Akihito up. Takatou sandwiched him on the other side before throwing Akihito's digital camera to Toru.
"Toru san, help us take a picture will you?"
Akihito was in no mood for photos after learning that Asami had not only gotten Ando to become his personal chauffer, he also made both of them as chaperons which, in Akihito's opinion was completely unnecessary. Then again, Akihito thought as he gazed at his friends' wide smiles, I guess it's worth it since Kou and Takato looked so bloody happy. And I can't say I'm disappointed either.
"Akihito, stop daydreaming and look at the camera!" Takato nudged his arm.
Giving his best smile, Akihito angled his head before grinning cheekily. He even stuck out his tongue at the camera. As soon as Akihito slipped his camera back into his bag, the dome went completely dark, signaling that show was about to begin.
The fans started screaming, waving their neon light sticks high in the air as they chanted for Setsuna to appear on stage. When the band finally appeared, led by the devilishly good looking Taiga, the crowd went wild.
Toru leaned forward to whisper near Akihito's ear. "Takaba sama, Setsuna has a 45 minute break before they are scheduled to appear for the final performance and New Year's countdown. Would you like to visit them back stage?"
Eyes widened, Akihito turned to look at Toru. "Really? Can we do that?"
Toru nodded. "Yes, unless you would rather stay here to watch the other band performs."
Akihito grabbed Kou and Takato's arm."No, let's go backstage!" he said and pulled his best friends along with him. They were led to a heavily guarded door and Akihito wasn't at all surprised to find that Toru knew the guards. He really need to ask Asami about the ownership of the dome.
As they walked along the busy corridor leading to Setsuna's changing rooms, Akihito's thoughts went to his lover working at Sion. He wondered if it was all right, spending the New Year's Eve with his friends rather than the yakuza. He pushed the guilt away, reassuring himself that he'd make the traditional New Year cuisine, Osechi, for Asami tomorrow. His mind briefly wandered to the cooking preparations, already planning to start with the – Akihito, cut it out, you are not his wife!
They arrived at a pristine white door with Setsuna's handwritten name card plastered on the front of the door. As Toru poised his hand to knock, Akihito, Kou and Takato quickly adjusted their shirts, making sure that they were neat before meeting their idols.
A loud shout and a deafening crash had Toru pushed the door open without waiting for an invitation. Taiga stood in the middle of the room with none other than the untalented, deluded model Akihito worked with earlier. The coffee table was knocked down and shards of glasses were seen scattered around the floor were Emi stood. All occupants in the room turned towards the door, clearly not expecting guests.
"Toru san," Taiga took two strides to the door and extended his hand. "Kirishima san has informed me that Asami sama's guests will be dropping by."
Toru took Taiga's hand and shook it firmly. "Taiga san, you seem busy at the moment, would you like us to come back later?"
"No, no. We've finished our discussion." Taiga ran a hand through his hair.
Toru stepped aside, revealing Akihito, Kou and Takato. "Asami sama's guests," Toru announced, "Takaba sama, Kou sama and Takato sama."
"Pleasure to meet you," Taiga greeted warmly and offered his hand to Kou, then to Takato. The duo was so nervous that they ignored the handshake and opted to bow instead.
"Please to meet you too, Taiga san!" Kou and Takato said simultaneously.
Taiga turned to Akihito. "Takaba san, we meet again."
Sensing Emi seemed to recognize him; Akihito gave an awkward smile as he took the offered hand for a firm handshake.
"Please, come in and meet my members," Taiga walked inside to where his band members were seating.
"Taiga, we're not done!"
Taiga glared at Emi. "We are done talking, Emi. Please leave, I have guests."
Infuriated, Emi stomped over to Taiga. "No, we are not! Don't you dare brush me off like this! I am your girlfriend!" Emi shoved at Taiga.
Taiga gripped her arms and pushed her away. "You are NOT my girlfriend and you have never been."
Thinking that it was awkward to see a lover's quarrel, Akihito said uncertainly, "Er, Taiga san, we can always come back later."
"Nonsense, Takaba san. Please come in and have a seat," Taiga waved his hand to the empty seats in the room.
"Ask them to get out, we have things to dicuss!" Emi screamed.
Annoyed, Taiga gave Emi the ultimatum. "Emi, I have never liked you. You threw yourself at me and if you have read my signs correctly, I am not and have never been interested in you."
Smack.
Taiga looked at Emi, rubbing his slightly sore face and sneered, "Happy now? Don't you think I don't know it? I am not stupid; you were using our fame for your own benefits. You wanted to go out with me because it will elevate your status in the industry," Taiga paused for a while before continuing, "Well, guess what? You can look for another idiot in the entertainment industry who can cater to your every whim. I am not your puppet."
Way to go, Taiga! Akihito cheered inwardly. If Taiga were to go out with Emi, Akihito was positive it would ruin Setsuna's image and Taiga's carrier. He didn't think Asami would appreciate one of his stars getting involved, especially with a brainless one like Emi.
"You son of a bitch!" Emi was so furious that her voice was shaking. "I'll go to the press and say that you're a liar and a womanizer. By the time I'm done, you'll be lucky if your record label still wants to keep you! You won't be selling another record – "
Akihito's temper snapped. He took a single step into the room and stood in front of Taiga. "That's enough!"
Already frustrated with her behavior earlier at the photo shoot, Akihito fired, "You are such a coward. Just because Taiga san refused to go out with you, you resort to blackmail! With an attitude like yours, you'll be lucky to even get a job!"
Emi took a step nearer. "I remember you, you're the photographer who took my shots just now," she shouted, "How dare you say those things to me, you are nothing but a mere camera man, a low life who has to beg for jobs!" Emi raised her hand and flung it across at Akihito's face.
Toru had anticipated Emi's intentions and moved in front of Akihito, taking the slap for his master. Still composed, he stood completely still and looked at the model, "You are not to hurt Takaba sama, Emi san."
"Toru!" Akihito moved to the side and inspected Toru's face. Emi's slap might not pack a punch but nevertheless, five finger prints decorated Toru's cheek.
"Toru –san!" Kou, Takatou and Taiga shouted, surrounding him. The band members also rose from their seats to gather around the guard.
"Emi, you've gone too far!" Taiga growled.
The model crossed her arms across her well-endowed chest. "He – he insulted me and the tall guy, he shouldn't have moved in front of that low life!"
"You will respect Takaba san and Toru san," Taiga warned.
"Or what?" she sneered. "You'll report to the media? You think the media will be interested enough to report news on a photographer and a – " Emi looked at Toru, unsure of Toru's relationship with Akihito.
Taiga raised his hand.
"Do you intend to slap me? Go ahead, I dare you!" Emi pointed her manicured finger to her cheek, taunting Taiga.
Taiga retreated, "I won't stoop so low to strike a woman."
The model pointed a finger to Akihito. "Why are you so protective over him? What's he to you?"
The lead singer of Setsuna thought long and hard. He looked up at Emi, smirking. Walking to where Akihito stood, he draped an arm around the photographer.
"Takaba and I are a little more than friends. I'm sure you understand what I meant."
Akihito stood rooted on the spot, tongue tied. What was Taiga insinuating? That he and I were lovers? He glanced at his friends who were equally as shocked as he was.
Emi froze, her face blanching of color. She took in Taiga's hand on Akihito's shoulder, the way they were standing close to each other and angry color flooded her cheeks. "You liar! I don't believe you!"
Akihito noticed she had her fingers curled into fists and he recalled thinking if her palms would hurt since her fingernails were awfully long, when he heard Taiga said, "Then, this should prove it!" – and he was immediately pulled into Taiga's embrace. Before Akihito could protest, Taiga had crushed his mouth onto Akihito's, kissing him hard.
As everyone in the room gasped in shock, all Toru could think was 'Oh fuck'.
A few minutes earlier
Walking to Setsuna's dressing room with Suoh by his side, Asami curved a smile as he thought of his star struck lover. He knew Akihito was feeling a little guilty about spending the eve of the New Year with his friends instead of him. Toru reported that Akihito paid a visit to Marukoshi, buying a few bags worth of cooking ingredients. Asami was no cooking expert but based on the receipt the manager had provided him, he could deduce that the boy was planning to make Osechi.
The first thing Asami noticed when he reached was the door; it was wide opened. Akihito's friend, Kou staggered behind a little, eyes widened as he fixed his attention inside the room. He arrived at the door just in time to see Akihito being pulled into Taiga's embrace for a kiss.
Toru who hadn't realized that his boss was standing at the door, quickly pushed Taiga away to pull Akihito to his side.
"Taiga san, you are not to do that to Takaba sama," Toru warned. "Asami sama will be highly displeased."
"Indeed," came an all too familiar voice that made Toru's blood chilled. He turned to the door and stiffened when he saw the crime lord.
"Asami!" Akihito gasped.
Toru quickly regained his composure. "Asami sama," he greeted.
"Asami sama, I can explain. This is a misunderstanding," Taiga stepped forward.
Asami's expression didn't so much as flicker. "So, you are saying that I have bad visions?" he suggested mildly.
Shit, the boss is definitely mad. Toru had seen the same expressionless look on Asami many times. The mild tone his boss used was an indication that he was not in his best moments.
"No, of course not, I was merely – "
Asami narrowed his eyes. "Hold him," he ordered Toru.
Toru was experienced and smart enough to understand who his boss meant. He gripped Taiga's arm and twisted it behind, causing the lead singer to cry out.
"Taiga!" one of his band members, Shu cried.
"Who the hell are you? And what are you doing to Taiga?" Emi walked towards Asami but Suoh blocked her from coming nearer.
"Suoh, escort her out of the dome. Inform security and have her banned from entering any of my premises from now onwards."
"Understood, Asami sama," Suoh gripped Emi's hands and dragged her out of the room, ignoring her protests and cries.
Akihito walked towards Asami and placed his hands on his lover's arm. "Asami, it was a –" he couldn't finish the rest of his sentence when Asami's golden orbs met his, anger and fury clearly written in those mesmerizing eyes.
Asami turned to Kou and Takato. "I believed it is time for you to return to the concert. Bring Akihito with you."
Takato cleared his throat. "Cer—certainly. Akihito, let's go back," he pulled Akihito's hand.
The photographer knew that if he left Taiga to Asami, the Setsuna singer probably wouldn't see the living daylights again. Akihito might not know Asami's interrogation methods but he doubt it'd be pleasant. He wasn't stupid. Once, he peeped into Asami's office when he was talking to Suoh and although he couldn't make out the conversation except for the word traitor, the look on the bulky guard confirmed his suspicions that his lover was not a man to be messed with.
"No, you guys go ahead. I'll be right up," he said as he pushed Takato's hand away, his eyes never left Asami's.
"But Akihito –" Kou protested.
"No, Kou. Please trust me. I'll join you in a while." Akihito gave them a nervous smile.
Left with no choice, Kou pulled Takato out of the room, closing the door gently behind them.
The atmosphere in the room was so thick and tensed that even Akihito found it difficult to breathe. Without warning, Asami strode to the empty couch at the end of the room, pulling Akihito with him and made him sit on his lap. Using his arm, he clamped his hand around the boy's waist, anchoring him.
Toru dragged Taiga to Asami and kicked the back of his knee, forcing the singer to kneel in front of the crime lord.
"Taiga, you have ten seconds to explain yourself before I instruct Toru to break your arm," Asami said casually as he traced his fingers on Akihito's soft cheeks.
Numb with shock, the photographer could only stare at his lover. Did he really mean that? "Asami, it wasn't his fault!"
"Asami sama, we can explain –" Shu rushed over to kneel in front of Asami.
"Nine, eight, seven –" the yakuza counted.
"That model –Emi, she was blackmailing me. I just wanted to teach her a lesson, I didn't mean it, Asami sama, please believe me!"
"That's right! That bitch, she was threatening Taiga because he refused to go out with her!" Akihito got off Asami's lap and sat sideways, facing his lover.
Again, Akihito was ignored. "And you thought you can kiss Akihito to prove your point?" Asami directed his question at Taiga, "That alone, is not a good enough reason."
Taiga's arm was beginning to hurt from Toru's grip. "I'm sorry Asami sama, I didn't realize your acquaintance with Takaba sama! I promise I won't do it again!"
"Please, sir. We are scheduled to perform in less than 15 minutes," Shu pleaded, touching Asami's knee. He retreated almost immediately when his boss's eyes pierced angrily at his.
"Touch me again and I'll have Toru to break yours as well," the yakuza said in a low voice. He focused his attention back at Taiga. "I can replace you and your band anytime, you are not irreplaceable."
"Please, I beg you, Asami sama, I – "
"I believe your time is up, Taiga." Asami looked at Toru and commanded, "Toru, do it."
Akihito's watched in horror as he saw Toru swung Taiga's arm backwards while placing his palm on Taiga's shoulder. He wanted to argue with Asami that Taiga wasn't at fault but he knew his lover was too blinded by rage to listen to him. There's only one thing to do now, he thought, already hating the idea.
"Toru, stop!"
As the guard paused at Akihito's command, the photographer took the opportunity to straddle the yakuza. Tugging at his tie roughly, Akihito pressed his lips on Asami's. He released the tie to sneak both hands around the older man's neck, holding him firmly as he coaxingly parted Asami's mouth, slipping his tongue inside.
"Please, Ryuichi," he whispered when he broke off the kiss.
His lover responded by wrapping a hand around Akihito's waist, holding him firmly in place to prevent him from moving. Closing his mouth over Akihito's, Asami kissed him deep and hard. He broke free after a while, slanted his head to the sensitive hollow just below the photographer's ear and licked it. Asami heard his lover moaned in pleasure as Akihito arched his body against him, offering himself to the older man.
Pleased with Akihito's reaction, Asami's eyes flickered over the group of men in front of him. Apart from Toru, the others had their mouths wide opened, obviously stunned by the intimate acts in front of them. The yakuza smirked, and decided to show them just a little more by tugging at Akihito's hair to pull the boy's head back. He crushed their mouths together and delved his free hand into Akihito's shirt, brushing his fingers over boy's nipple before pinching it.
Akihito closed his eyes as he made soft, panting noises. The photographer was so drowned in pleasure that he had forgotten that they had company in the room. He was so hot, so needy that he wanted to rip Asami's expensive shirt and pants away and ride him. "Ryu—" Akihito gasped.
A knock on the door jolted Akihito awake and brought him back to reality. "Setsuna, you're out in five minutes!" a female voice rang out.
Pushing the yakuza away, Akihito got off his lap. For god's sake, I actually moaned and begged Asami to kiss me in front of everyone! He didn't dare to look up at Toru, Taiga or the other band members; he was sure they were still staring at him. He rested his hands on his knees and looked away, too ashamed to even say a word.
"Taiga, I'm sure I have demonstrated who Akihito belongs to," Asami said in a cool voice and signaled Toru to release him.
Taiga rubbed his sore shoulder. "Yes, Asami sama. I apologized."
Hearing the proclamation ignited Akihito's temper. "I am not your possession," he gritted his teeth.
"You belong to me, Akihito," Asami said fiercely as he cupped Akihito's chin.
The photographer opened his mouth to protest only to be interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Setsuna, we need you to be on stage in three. Please open the door!" the female voice said urgently.
Taiga and the rest of the band members remained stilled at their places as they looked at Asami uncertainly. Akihito stared at Asami; his golden eyes were unreadable. Not wanting his favorite band to miss the last show, he placed his hand on Asami's and gave it a small squeeze.
"Please, Asami. Everyone is waiting for them for the firework countdown." The photographer wasn't sure if Asami would grant his request since Akihito knew that his lover is not the type who takes orders from others - Akihito included.
It was a good ten seconds later when Asami finally spoke, "Taiga, there'd be no next time, are we clear?"
Taiga nodded his head.
"If you do that again, I won't be bothering breaking your hands, I'll hack them off immediately."
Taiga gulped and nodded again, "Yes, Asami sama."
"Leave us," the crime lord commanded.
Taiga didn't need to be told twice; he scrambled up and took off with his band members, leaving Akihito and Toru in the room. Akihito tried to stand up, but the yakuza gripped his hand tightly. "We're not done yet."
Before Akihito could protest, Asami swung his legs up from the couch and pulled Akihito out of the room. Suoh met them at the door and immediately led the way, as if he already knew where Asami wanted to go.
"Asami, where are we going? Kou and Takato, they're waiting for me," Akihito protested.
"Toru, tell Akihito's friends to leave without him after the concert," Asami ordered as he strode out of the metal door.
Toru bowed and disappeared into the screaming crowds.
"Hey, I have to go back to my friends!" the photographer exclaimed, trying to pull his hand free.
"They can do without you."
Akihito presumed Asami was going to bring him out of the dome but to his surprise, he was pulled into the elevator and led to a private room on the top floor where they could see the entire stage through huge, crystal clear glass panels. A long, expensive couch stood at the center facing the stage.
Asami didn't bother switching on the lights when he entered. Pushing Akihito to the couch, he loosened his tie. "Leave us, make sure we are not disturbed," Asami addressed the guard without breaking eye contact with the boy.
"Yes, sir," Suoh mumbled and exited the room.
Akihito gulped, knowing Asami was still very displeased with the earlier incident. Fuck, it wasn't his fault! He was caught in the argument and became the victim. Taiga wasn't to be blamed either as he was merely putting that bitch in her place. Seriously riled, he stood up, meeting Asami.
Keeping himself from shuddering at the intensity of Asami's eyes, Akihito looked up at Asami, challenging his golden orbs with his hazel eyes.
"Why the hell are you so pissed off? I'm leaving!" Akihito snapped, turning to leave the room.
Asami's hands closed around his waist, catching Akihito before he could take a step. Pulling the photographer solidly against him, he lifted Akihito's chin.
"You're mine," Asami declared.
Akihito shoved at the crime lord. "I AM nobody's possession."
"Every strand of your hair, every inch of your body, they belong to me. I am telling you this again, I will destroy anyone that touches you."
The photographer shivered at the declaration, wishing he would get mad instead of getting excited by it. "It – it wasn't Taiga's fault! That bitch Emi, she was pushing Taiga, blackmailing him! She even tried to slap me but Toru stepped in front of me and took the hit."
"And so you think that it is all right for him to kiss you?" Asami spoke in a low voice.
"No – I mean, I disliked it but – "
"But you choose to protect him, didn't you Akihito?" Asami interrupted. Getting angrier at his lover by the second, he pushed Akihito to the couch and ripped his shirt apart, sending buttons flying across the room. He hovered above the photographer, staring at his lover's fiery eyes. "You hated public displays yet you are willing to seduce me to help Taiga."
Unable to control his temper, Akihito fired back, "I'd help anyone, Asami! I just can't stand there and watch Toru break his arm, especially when Taiga was also a victim," he shouted, angry tears threatening to spill. "You jerk; you should know that better than anyone else! I crushed my own pride and robbed a fellow journalist because of you!"
Asami stared at his lover for a moment before standing up. Angry at himself, he walked towards the glass panel and slid his hands into the pockets of his dress pants, looking at Setsuna belting out their final song of the night. He had been so blinded with jealousy when he saw Akihito being kissed by Taiga. As if it wasn't enough, he had to witness Akihito's defending Taiga.
He vaguely recalled two years ago, Akihito had come to him begging, kneeling on the floor at the hotel suite when Takato and Kou were taken by Feilong. It dawn on him that Akihito would do it for anyone but despite understanding that, he couldn't control his desire to monopolize Akihito completely.
Akihito sat up slowly, brushing a tear away as he stared at Asami's back. He hated it; he'd rather they fight, argue, tease or fuck each other angrily – anything would be better than the complete silent treatment. As he continued to gaze at his lover's spectacular back, guilt crept in. Akihito tried putting himself in Asami's position and couldn't help but to feel the same amount of jealousy if he were to see Asami kissing another person.
Feeling cold, he pulled the shirt tighter to cover his naked chest and stood up from his seat. He padded to Asami, rested his forehead on Asami's back, whispering, "Asami, I won't apologize for what I did."
Asami closed his eyes momentarily and upon reopening, the rage in his eyes had gone and a playful smirk graced his lips. Admiring his lover's stubbornness, he said, "Really, that's sounds like an apology to me."
The photographer didn't miss the playful reply. He smiled, "That wasn't an apology, you bastard." Akihito move next to the yakuza and was immediately pulled into Asami's embrace. The older man kissed him roughly, sliding his hand downwards to unbuckle Akihito's jeans.
"Remember, Akihito. You are mine; I will not accept anything less."
In one swift movement, Asami turned Akihito to face the glass panel. He pushed the torn jeans down roughly, closing his hands around the photographer's cock.
"Asami!" he gasped, "What the hell are you doing? There are people down there! They can see us!"
"No one will look at us. Maybe Setsuna, if they try really hard," Asami answered easily as he stroke Akihito's erected cock slowly. He wet two fingers before tracing them to his lover's bottom, gently poking at the puckered hole.
"Nn…" Akihito covered his mouth with a hand to muffle a scream when he felt Asami's fingers moved in and out rhythmically.
The photographer braced himself on the glass panel as Asami continued to pleasure him. Making out in the open with thousands of spectators was new to Akihito, making him more excited and aroused than he already is
Sensing the boy was about to reach his climax, Asami stopped pumping and tightened his grip on Akihito's cock, preventing him from his release.
"Not yet," he murmured.
"You sadistic bastard!" the boy panted in frustration.
Grinning, Asami released the boy and pulled him to the couch. He unzipped his own dress pants, releasing his own throbbing erection before pulling the boy on his lap. With Akihito's back resting on his torso, Asami bit the nape of Akihito's neck- his favorite spot- and spread the photographer's legs indecently. Positioning himself at his lover's puckered hole, he lowered Akihito slowly onto him.
Akihito leaned back to rest his head on the Asami's shoulder; his breaths came in short, choppy pants. Raising his hands to Asami's face, he let it lingered as he enjoyed Asami's steady thrusts into him.
Out there, the New Year countdown had begun.
"What's – with you and – ah – sex during fireworks?" Akihito asked, stifling a moan. "This is the third time we're having sex during fireworks. And—ah –" Akihito nearly screamed, "I am going to miss it again!"
Asami gripped his lover's ass firmly as he continued thrusting upwards. "I can always ask Kirishima to arrange another fireworks display."
"Are you crazy?"
Asami only smirked.
Five - four- three- two- one- Happy New Year!
As the first firework exploded in the sky, the ceiling of the room suddenly opened, shocking Akihito. He looked upwards and realized that the roof shared the same design as Tokyo Dome. The 'ceilings' were actually panels of glass which were retractable by a push of a button.
"Asami, how?" Akihito muttered.
Asami licked his lover's ear. "Now you can see them clearly," he said and plunged into him, earning another guttural moan from his lover.
"How are the fireworks, Akihito?" Asami asked, sneaking his hand to the front to pump his lover's erected cock.
Clouded with passion, Akihito could only moan in response. Asami took him with powerful thrusts, hitting his lover's sensitive spots, stirring powerful sensations within Akihito. As the photographer climaxed hard and fast, sobbing and crying out, Asami rode him through it without mercy.
Just when Asami thought he was close, he licked Akihito's neck and whispered, "Happy New Year, Akihito," and emptied himself into his lover.
To my best knowledge, Tokyo Dome does not have a private viewing room but I included one anyway since I wanted to write Asami/Akihito making out while viewing the fireworks. (hangs head in shame for being a pervert)
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A/N: I am still clueless about what to write in the next chapter. Time to revisit the reviews for more ideas! I will be having university exams on the 6th and 9th September and I will try my very best to update after that!