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Akihito's Big Mistake -- chapter 1


Asami, Akihito, Souh, Detective Mark Anderson, Larry Richardson
Fandom: Viewfinder
Disclaimer: Belongs to the mangaka, YAMANE Ayano
Detective Mark Anderson, Larry Richardson belongs to Alexander Cee
From: Ali Babba and the Many thieves
Rating: PG13

Akihito's Big Mistake


Chapter 1


Akihito sat next to the head of the table, sipping coffee from a ceramic mug, fuming over the latest family events. Their children needed a part time nanny, and it was his job to going over the long list of resumes, his husband Asami the bastard had given him that morning. Saying he would leave the final decision up to him.

He never had anytime for such trivial things.

The long list were of men in his organization that he felt could get along with their children. They were mostly men who came from large families, who had help to raise their siblings. It took a great deal of effort but he had narrowed the many names down to a manageable five.

Tomorrow he would start the first interview, and inspected every candidate carefully. He only hope one of the men was capable of handling his pair of mischievous urchins.


#


Three week had already flew by and the new nanny was working out perfectly. Akihito was glad he chosen the hard working young man named Josh. He was five years older than him, and both got along extremely well.

Josh seemed to know a lot about little ones and their demanding needs. He was the eldest in a family of five children, and had helped to raise his siblings from the age of seven, while his parents was at work. Akihito was very glad for the other man's knowledgeable assistance and so were his babies. They like the new person in there small world. Josh would allow both babies to sit upon his lap for long periods of time. Telling them story after story, which kept the little ones entertained, so Akihito could get his work done.

When something new and exciting had came up. Akihito had been given an opportunity of a life time, to photograph a big Hollywood star that would be staying in Japan, for only a couple of days. After discussing with Asami, he had confidently accepted the job, while deciding this was a good chance to see how his new nanny and the children would get along without him.

He had told his husband about the new assignment and Asami had left the decision up to him, but he had one stipulation. The children were not to leave the penthouse. The mommy had not seen anything wrong with that and had quickly agreed to the idea.


#


Akihito silently called himself all sort of a names, as he let himself back into their home. The same place he had just left thirty minutes ago, after assuming he had everything he needed. That is until he remembered the tiny package his boss had given him to give to the star as a small thank you for allowing the interview.

As he walked further into the penthouse the young photograph realized it was quiet, too quiet. He slipped his key card into the front pocket of his jeans, and quietly moved over to the small writing table that was pushed against one corner in the living room. Slowly he removed the big gun Asami had given him last Christmas.

Why was it to quiet and were his children. Asami would not have let them leave the apartment, he was adamant about that.

A small sound came from the bed room and the young parent crept quietly towards it.


#


Josh barely registered the click through the fogginess of his sensual pleasure. He opened his eyes and through the mental haze he saw it. His world slowed down and he saw Akihito standing in the opened doorway. The magnum 44 his boss had given his wife as a gift was in his raised hand. He felt the small piece of steel pierced into his skull and his head_ .

Akihito walked over to his naked daughter and picked her up. Gently he brought her closer to his chest, smearing his clothing with the dead man's blood, which had covered her pale skin.

"Shhh, it's alright mummy here," he kept repeating to the crying child, as he left the room and made his way to the smaller bedroom.

He had almost reached the open doorway when the apartment door burst open. Souh his husband's security chief and two of his men barged through the open space. Their facial expressions were deadly. and their guns were drawn. All three men intent was to protect their boss's new family at all cause.

Akihito stopped and turned to the trio, the gun was still in his hand and pressed in the small back of the child he held securely in his arms.

"Clean up the mess in the bedroom. I want all that blood gone and the room repainted," he ordered. "Also change the furniture by tomorrow. Asami, the children and I won't be here tonight."

"Yes Akihito_san," Souh spoke. "Are you and the child okay?" Seeing both were covered with blood.

The big man slid his gun into his holster and nodded his head as the younger man answered with a confident 'Yes', before he turned away and disappeared into the other bedroom.

The security chief led his team into his master's room. The three men stop and gasp in surprise at the amount of blood that littered every where. It started at the head of the frame and spread outward in a tell tale pattern. On the bed lay a body with a hole the size of his fist in the dead man's skull. His pants by his ankles and his hand grasp around his stiffened cock. Each man looked at each other but neither said a word.

Immediately Souh reached for the small phone in his jacket and dial his boss number. He quickly explained the situation and was told to follow Akihito's orders. He had just put the small apparatus back into his pocket when the other man returned with the child still in his hand. A towel wrapped loosely around the tiny freshly washed body.

"Souh," Akihito called out and drew the three men's attention back to himself. "I need a car down stairs in fifteen minutes. I want the doctor to check out the children. " At the other man's agreement he turned to walk away, and stop. "Oh by the way don't say anything to Asami about this yet. I'll do it myself."

He was about to informed him he had already done so, when the child Akihito_san was holding began to cry. Not small disgruntled sounds but loud and piercing noises that played upon the adults ears. It drown out anything the security chief would have answered.


#

Downstairs in his office Asami reached out and open the bottom draw in his desk. He pushed a few buttons on a console and a monitor hidden behind an abstract painting appeared. On screen it showed several of the rooms in his home, including both the master and the children bedrooms.

He could see the strain expression upon his wife's determined face, as he held both babies close to his chest, rocking back and forth in the wooden chair besides the small beds. In their bedroom a man's body sat on his bed. His fist surrounded his cock and a large gapping hole in the middle of his forehead. Blood and brain matter was spread everywhere.

"Shit," he said under his breath.

If that bastard wasn't dead he would have killed him, himself.

Asami ran a hand through his hair, he had to move quickly. He had to protect his family. The man Akihito had killed was the eldest son of Japan second largest family. He was there to learn the ins and outs about some of the underground drug trade. He reached for the telephone and dialed a long distance number to the United States. He needed the help of an ex cop and hidden friend. The receiver on the other side picked up and the disembodied voice on the other end identified himself.

The Japanese man quickly explained what happened and why he had called. He needed help to protect what was dearest to him, his family. With the other man's assurance, arrangements were made and had to be excecuted almost immediately.

When he was finished Asami dialed the number to his security chief. "Where is Akihito and the children?" was the first thing he asked after hearing the man's voice.

"Inside with the doctor. Akihito_san wanted to make sure everything was okay with children," he replied and paused waiting.

"And?" Asami's voice barked.

"They are fine sir."

"Good," He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Take all three of them to the airport. I'll meet you there in half an hour."

The Yukazu Boss hung up. He didn't have much time.

"Cancel any appointments I have for the next three hour, " he informed his secretary on his way out. The door slammed behind him before the she could even raised her head.

Two men trailed silently behind their tensed employer, who was headed upward to his penthouse.

"Stay here," he said to them before he opened the door.

Inside were another two men from the security office and they nodded a greeting to the bodies behind their employer, before the door closed with a deafening click. The Assistant Chief stepped forward and started to explain, but Asami raised his hand stalling the other man's flow of words.

"Not now. Don't let anyone into my penthouse until I say so," he said with a deadly tone.

The other man's voice disappeared and he understood the threat immediately. "Y_Yes Asami_sama," he stammered.


#


Exactly thirty minute later the Yukazu Boss stood before his wife, a sad smirk hovered upon his lips, as he wiped the trail of tears away from the beautiful face. He leaned forward and placed a smacking kiss on each child forehead, before he lifted them out of the protective arms and passed them to one of the body guards behind him.

Slowly he drew his partner closer and pressed himself against the smaller man warm frame. He knew Akihito could feel the always present erection against his stomach.

"Do I really have to go?" Akihito's tear filled voice asked.

He was angry and very emotional at the same time. But he knew he had to appear strong before his family, and he nodded his head in a silent yes. Not sure what his voice would sound like at that moment. Instead Asami pulled his life mate's face under his and brought his lips down in a bruising his.

"Asama_sama the plane is ready," Souh voice came from behind him.

Reluctantly he raised his head and a sad smile appeared again in his eyes.

"I love you, you bastard. You better stay safe or else I'm gonna kill you," his wife warned wiping away the wet tracks from his cheeks.

A familiar smirked showed on those full lips. "Go," he ordered in a gruff voice.

Akihito stepped forward once more into the opened arms and squeezes himself against his husband's warm girth. "Please stay safe," he begged.

"Asama_sama," came again.

It was time too leave.


#




The plane touched down without any trouble at all. The time with customs was long but that was due to the new regulations that had recently been implemented by the country's ex president.

As the small entourage came through the building people around them parted. Silently threw glances at the exotic looking Japanese man with hazel eyes, and dark blonde hair, with two small dark hair children held within his arms.

Akihito didn't notice them, his thought were on the magnificent man he had left behind, but his security did. And when two men approached the group, one in a gray single breasted business suit, sandy brown hair, brown eyes and stood about six feet. The other in more casual clothing, of jeans and a T-shirt with a jacket over his shoulders and he stood about five feet ten inches.

The bodyguards immediately moved forward and placed themselves between the intruders and Akihito_san. But the security chief's words stilled the aggressive behavior.

"Down," he said. "This is the person we are here to meet.

Once more the space opened and the two men fell back. The strangers smile to Souh and greeted him warmly. Then the bodyguard turned and introduce the watchful photographer.

"This is Asami Takaba wife to Asami Ryuuichi and these are his children.

Both men turned to the green eyed wonder and smile a friendly grin. The slightly bigger man introduced himself first. "I'm Larry Richardson," he said with a New York accent and the man beside me is Mark Anderson."

Akihito looked at the men and greeted them. "Hello."


#

To be continued




I decided to introduce two of my main characters from 'Ali Babba and the Many Thieves' since Akihito and the family now needs extra protection in another country.

Oh, I wanted to say thank you all very much, for the REALLY nice complements on my vampire story 'A RARE BREED'. (I know it was a bit longer read than normal, but I thought it woked.) I can't say enough for the nice words. :) THANK YOU ALL! THANK YOU ALL! THANK YOU ALL! :)

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Alexander Cee is a vivid writer, who just loves to tell stories of every kind. A strong believer in equality for everyone, and whenever gets the chance will remind others, to never judge a person on their appearances but on there actions.

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Will post story next Friday.
Alexander Cee is a vivid writer, who just loves to tell stories of every kind. A strong believer in equality for everyone, and whenever gets the chance will remind others, to never judge a person on their appearances but on there actions.

A FATED MEETING (complete)


Previously posted September 11/09

Pairing: Asami x Takaba x Souh
Fandom: Viewfinder
Disclaimer: Belongs to the mangaka,
YAMANE Ayano other characters belong to me
Rating: PG14

This is a work of pure fiction. Any similarities between anyone alive or dead are coincidental.
All characters are fictional from and come from the authors' imagination.


A FATED MEETING
(Prequel to Mama knows best Dear)

Chapter 1

In a dark corner hidden away from the other patrons in the busy nightclub. Surrounded by four silent and watchful men, all in dark suits. Sat a solemn figure of a man. With piercing eyes that appeared dangerous, from flashes of the beaming strobe light shining onto the large mirrored ball above the dance floor and glittered around the room.
They followed behind the sensuous and swaying hips of a certain dancer, gliding around the tiny space. Dressed in blue jeans and a plain yellow shirt, partially buttoned half way up the smooth hairless chest.
Peering honey color eyes squinted. Barely visible as the watcher took in those slim hips, moving forward to pressed heavily between the lower 'V' of the big breasted female's thighs. Drawing a loud chuckle from the drunken woman in his arms, which carried across the opened space to the small entourage of men, who clearly hear it across the noisy room.
The young man happily joined into the merry mirth. Inciting two other dancing couples beside him to lean into their small space. One of the laughingly males clapped a friendly hand onto the owner of the tight ass's shoulder, drawing his attention upward.
But before the younger man could answer, the female with him leaned over and whispered something into his ear. A big smile lit up his partially shadowed features. Turning he said something to the other parties and left the dance floor. Pulling the giggling female behind him and made their way hazardously to the exit.
Asami Ryuuichi's intense gaze never left the high round derriere until it disappeared behind the closed door. Blocking his view of the swaying couple, as they moved off into the dark night. His twitching cock demanded attention, something he would have to see about, right after he finished his business here.
He knew that high round tempting ass anywhere. He'd first seen it two nights ago at the club of one of his business partners. That swaying behind had been on the dance floor teasing his cock with its every movement.
The young waiter turned and faced several tables behind him. Asami saw for the first time the attractive, feminine face of the young man and his cock rose immediately.
From his sitting position he could easily make out the laughing hazel eyes, lively with color. Luscious lips full, red and sensuous, begging to be covered with his own. But what surprised him the most was the shocking strands of blonde hair, which he could easily see wasn't dyed and clearly shouted of the man's mixed heritage.
The older man's eyes squinted together and he had an uncontrollable urge to drag the smaller body beneath him right there. Plunge his heated cock into the very tight hole of the tempting ass until his tensed body relaxed in completion.
"Asama_sama?"
"Asami_sama," the bodyguard repeated, drawing his boss's attention back to the circle of men.
The grim handsome face turned to the repetitive sound and raised an inquiringly eyebrow expectantly, as he fixed his deadly gaze upon his Security Chief.
"Your next appointment is already at the office," he was informed, watching the big man sitting next to him, pocket the small silver cell phone in his big hand.
Asami nodded his understanding and his studious glance took in the emptied plate before him.
"Fine let's go," he said and stood up. His men rose with him.
Honey colored hues once more moved to the waiter who'd caught his attention and he noticed for the first time the tiny camera in the boy's small hand. Silently taking pictures of the patrons in the private restaurant.
Turning to his Security Chief standing beside him, he quietly issued out an order. "The blonde waiter over there. Find out everything you can about him."
"Yes Asami_sama."
"And retrieve all the pictures he's taken of me."
"Yes, Asami_sama," watchful eyes turned to the young man, taking in everything there was to see about him and pressed it into his mental folder.
The small group of men left the table and headed back to the office. But as they passed the quiet waiter standing slightly off to the side, Asami heard several rounds of quick clicks, as pictures of his party were taken.
His men heard it too and stop. Their intent very clear. To retrieve all unauthorized pictures taken of their employer.
"No."

All eyes turned in surprise to their boss.
"Find out who he is first?" he told the group and continued steadily walking out the door.
Unaware of the danger he was now in, the slim figure with the camera continued to move quietly around. Happily snapping hidden pictures of the other patrons.

The young man stood in the kitchen of his small two-room apartment looking at the pictures he'd recently taken. Inspecting the quality of each photo as he hung them onto the line to dry. Happy with his work and knew it should bring in enough money to pay the rent, for the coming month.
Dragging a wooden chair across the room he sat and stared at the picture of an older distinguished gentleman. Guessing he must be some where between thirty-one to thirty-six.
He was a handsome bastard in the photograph and the photographer could easily imagine woman throwing themselves at such a man, especially since he reeked so strongly of power and money. With his high quality suits and expensive leather shoes that he could clearly make out even in the picture.
Not knowing why he rose from his seat and reached for a couple of striking photos of the unknown man. Carried them into the small bedroom and hung them in his secret darkroom. His bedroom closet behind several shirts.
Tired from a long day the young man headed for the shower. Intending to shut it down for the night after his bath. Tomorrow he'd see about finding out who the mysterious man was, that kept showing up in his pictures.
An uncomfortable feeling woke the young man from his restful sleep. He had the uneasy feeling he was no longer alone and tiredly opened one eye. Something black and blurred was in his line of vision. Blinking twice, he swept a lazy hand across his tired face.
Hazel eyes opened once more, taking in a pair of black wing tips standing beside his futon and hurried turned onto his back.
The new mysterious man from his photos, stood staring down upon his sleepy form. Beside him, surrounding the old futon were the other men who were always with the stranger and whose pictures he'd taken earlier that day.
"What do you want?" the young man demanded of their leader.
Nothing. No one spoke. He dragged himself up into a sitting position and the slithering sheet, which cover his firm body landed in a heap into his lap. Exposing his smooth hairless naked chest.
Silence echoed around the room as all eyes stared intensely upon the beauty of the young man, who stared back with a defying look.
"What the hell do you all want?" he shouted to the towering men.
Nothing.
"Get the fuck out and let me sleep, if you have nothing to say. I gotta get up early in the morning."
Still nothing.
Shit.
"Close the blasted door behind you as you leave," he told the group and slid back down beneath the sheet. Pulling the warm cloth high over his shoulders.
Not use to being dismissed like something insignificant brought the older man out of his quiet speculation. He leaned downward and dragged the covering sheet off the young man.
Instantly two small hands came up and cupped himself, protection his private parts from being ogled by the strangers in his room.
"WHAT THE HELL. Get to fuck out NOW!" he barked angrily at the man in charged.
"Are those all the pictures you've taken of me,?" the older man asked instead, nodding to the kitchen.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asked instead.
Without warning a leather sole landed between his diaphragm and pressure was applied, as the leader increased his weight onto the boy's naked chest. Pushing the air from the smaller body.
"You Bastard. Get to hell_."
"I asked you a questioned. Are those all the pictures you took of me, Takaba Akihito?" and steadily increased the pressure on to his victim's lungs.
Desperately a small pair of hands released his limp cock and reached for the heavy foot crushing the air from his lungs. Takaba Akihito pushed against the crushing force with no success.
Akihito felt like his ribs were about to break and fought against the pressure. Helplessly he looked into the watchful face and refused to give in. Doing the only thing he could, he gathered as much saliva in his mouth that he could and spat upon the expensive cloth above him.
In surprise the pressure eased and the young man slipped out from beneath the offending limb.
"You bastard. You want to kill me," a hand rose to his pained chest and he rubbed against the bruised area. Huffing as he drew air into his almost depleted body.
"Answered the question."
"Yes damn it. That's all," giving the hated man an angry look. "Just take them and get to hell out."
Deciding to take the huddling boy at his word for the moment, Asami nodded to his men and each began to file out of the room.
"You better put clothes on," his smug voice reminding the younger man that he was still naked, as he too followed behind his men. "You don't want to catch a cold."
Surprised lit the small face and Akihito quickly turned unto his stomach hiding his genitals once more. Exposing his high, tight heart shaped ass to the air.
Glancing back to the stilled figure, Asami tripped over his feet as he stared into the room at the most tempting piece of perfection he'd ever seen and knew he was going to have a piece of that dick watering ass.
Akihito's head turned towards the open door and his hazel hues clashed with the warm honey eyes staring intensely at him.
"Get out," he barked. "And take your dogs with you."
The older man knew this wasn't the time, but very soon he promised himself he was going to have a piece of that ass.
He continued out of the room and the apartment. His men had already circle the late model black Lincoln Towncar. One of his men holding the incriminating pictures came to stand beside him.
"Asami_sama," he said, getting his boss's attention.
The dark head turned to the awaiting employee.
"Two pictures are missing," he told him and held out the negative to his boss. Indicating he should raise it to the overhead streetlight and have a look.
A wicked smile crossed his face as he handed the negative back to the man.
"Stay here," he told his men. "I'll handle this personally," and turned back to Takaba Akihito's apartment with determination to his stride.
***
Chapter 2

Akihito stood naked in his small kitchen, his fist clenched tightly against his thighs. Surveying the hazardous mess the intruders had created, in their detailed search for the entire collection of his current set of photographs.
Asami quietly re-entered the apartment, closing the wooden door behind him and stared into the startled face of Tabaka Akihito, who'd turned his head to the soft sound.
The tempting silhouette of his luscious ass beckoned to the older man from across the room, and slowly he made his way to the angry young man.
"What the FUCK do you want?" he barked, watching the older man come closer and mindful of his lack of clothing, he brought his hands together before him, covering his limp genitals.
A warning eyebrow rose at the boy's harsh tone and an evil smirk crossed the lips of the stranger. "Those aren't all the pictures. Are they?" he asked.
"What the hell are you talking about? Your people took everything I had hanging up to dry."
"Yes, but they weren't all," he informed him. "Two pictures are still missing. Where are they?"
"How the fuck should I know. If any are missing, go ask your damn buddies," he snapped and turned away. Heading back to the smaller room behind him.
So furious with the intrusion the young photographer was unaware that he was being closely followed and reached out to retrieve the fallen jeans he'd worn earlier.
But a masculine hand grasped the slender wrist in a punishing grip and Akihito was hauled upwards, away from the blue denim.
"My pictures where are they?" growled into his ear.
"How dare you?" A startled Akihito returned, tugging heavily on his hand.
"I'll dare a lot more if you don't give them to me," Asami promised menacingly and tightened his grip with a crushing strength.
"Bastard, let me gooo_" Akihito cried out with pain.
Asami ignored him and pulled drew his reluctant body even closer. "Where are there," he repeated.
"I don't know."
Akihito felt a hand touched his waist and he looked down, seeing a manicure hand sliding across his skin with small circles. Slowly increasing the area as it moved behind him, drawing him closer.
Desperation flooded his surprised body. He raised his attractive face, parted his full lips and tilted his head to the side. "Take your DAMN hand off me and let me go," he demanded.
Unsure of the stranger's intention, Akihito allowed himself to show some of the anxiety, which had began to flow within him, as his smaller body met with the hardness of the menacing man.
But he re refused to be intimidated, especially when the large hand circled the plumped flesh of his ass. "What are you doing?" his voice rose in surprise.
Smirking down into the uneasy expression beneath him, Asami said nothing. Instead he suddenly brought his head down unto the parted lips in a deep exploring kiss. Enjoying the welcoming heat that was drawing him in further.
For several seconds Akihito froze in shock. Then reality set in and he pushed against the strong chest beneath his clammy hands. But his angry actions only served to imprison him further, as those arms increased the stifling pressures onto his back.
The strangers' sharp tongue slipped between his parted lips and drove into his mouth. He wasn't having it. Akihito teeth closed in around the intruding tongue, with the intent to bite down. But two fingers forced their way between his clenched ass cheeks and pressed firmly against his crinkled rim, warningly.
He stilled, letting the older man have his way with his body. Fuming with each passing second.
Akihito was pushed unto the futon on the floor and his partner came down with him, pressing him into the wrinkled sheet. Kissing him and somehow managing to remove his jacket without withdrawing from the warm body.
Finally managing to drag his head to the side, Akihito labored for air into his squirming body. "Get off me. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
His eyes widen in surprised as a large hand circled his genitals, and slowly moved across the silken flesh, pumping it back and forth.
"Bastard. What the HELL are you doing? Let me to fuck go!" He demanded in a panic.
The handsome head lifted and honey colored eyes stared down upon Akihito flushed face. Ignoring the young man's demands for release, instead he raised a masculine hand and grasped the fighting face, moving from side to side. Bringing his head down upon the bruised full lips.

"No. Stop, I don't umm…"
A wonderful feeling was flowing through him, and Akihito groaned into the opened mouth above his. The large hand moved across his cock robbing him of his fight. Damn he couldn't let this man win, but his body was loosing the will to fight. Shit!
Shorter legs spread themselves further apart from the slightest of nudges. Allowing the knowing hand better access to his private parts. Shit it never felt this good whenever he did it to himself.
His cock was being worked by a master. The knowing hand had him groaning in pleasure, and he no longer utter words of refusal. Instead he was doing his best to assist his partner with every movement.
"More," he groaned as the knowing lips left his bruised lips working his way down to the small nubs pointing proudly into the air.
Asami mouth grassed across the smooth skin of Akihito's neck. Nipping and licking each and every centimeter of the exposed skin. Distracting him from the single digit that entered his tight ass and forcing a painful grasp from those redden lips.
"No," he started, but the wonderful palm moving across his cock, took away his injured thoughts of pain and covered his withering body with unbelievable pleasure.
Wonderful lips closed around a nipple. Nipping the perked flesh into mind-blowing sensations.
Akihito's sensitive body had reached a level he'd never even know existed. The fingers in his arse were moving to the same wonderful pattern of the hand on his dick. He couldn't move. They came together piercing his body with unbelievable pleasures.
Asami couldn't help it. He raised his head a little, looking into the twisted faced of the young man beneath him. His incredible expressions pulling him into his sexual realm. He'd never seen such a look upon any of his lover's before.
Even the panting that was escaping those swollen lips was totally erotic, and he wanted to see more. Instantly coming to the decision, he wasn't giving up this man until he had completely worked him out of his system.
"D_Damn, I'm cuming " Akihito's panting voice filled the air.
Not yet, passed through the older man thoughts and he roughly shoved another finger in the photographer tight hole.
The roughness had an opposite effect on Akihito. His hardened cock stilled, expanded and he shot his hot sticky sperm into the air, covering them both with his bodily milk.
"Oh God, god, god," he panted. His eyes were closed and he could hardly move.
Asami watched the beautiful face in disbelief, know it was a rare thing that a novice could cum from his first anal penetration. But this boy had and he suddenly wanted to be in him right away.
Akihito felt the fingers in his ass withdrew and tiredly he opened his eyes and slowly everything came back to him, as he watched his pervert unzipped his pants.
Forcing himself to move, he shoved at the older man's chest with everything he had and jumped up. Grabbing the jacket on the floor. Slipping into the single piece of clothing as he ran through the door. Jumping over the veranda and pass the startled men.
"Follow him," the security Chief ordered two of his men. "Donot loose him, understand."
Both men swallowed the lumps in their throats, understanding the threat.
"Yes sir," and took off.
Souh turned to the driver and ordered. "Come with me."
Hurrying the men met up with their boss as he exited the bedroom. The two missing pictures held in his hand.
"Where is he?" Asami looked up, asking his security chief.
"He got away, but I have two men following him, Asami_sama."
Asami nodded his head in understanding, his eyes going back to the pictures in his hand. They were good. The kid definitely had talent.
"I don't want him hurt…yet."
Looking up again to the man beside him. "Keep those two men on him. I want to know everyone he meets up with."

"Yes Asami_sama."
"Let's go," and led the way out into the night, an unusual frown marking his handsome face.
Asami sat in the back of the car angry with himself. He was careless and now he had a problem that he might have to kill the young photographer over. It was nothing personal, but when the young man had ran off with his jacket, he taken off with Asami personal PDA.
It wasn't easy to crack, but given enough time any good hacker could get into it and the information inside could seriously do damage to his organization.
"Take me to the office," he instructed.
The security chief's cell started to ring and reaching in he brought out the small object.
"Excuse me, Asami_sama," and place the phone to his ear. "Just a moment," he said into the apparatus.
Turning to his boss he informed him, they'd had found the boy. He was sitting in a park not too far from his home.
"Let go," he ordered immediately.
Akihito sat on a bench beneath a lamp. The oversized jacket wrapped tightly around him. His head bent deep in thought, when a pair of black leather loafers came into view.
"Hello Akihito," Asami said quietly.
Akihito raised his head, looking at the older man. "I knew you would come, if I waited."
"Why are you here?" he asked.
A small smile lit up the hazel eyes. "While running away from you. Something kept hitting me in the chest. At first I thought it was a gun, but when I looked into yoour pocket, it was your PDA. I knew you were going to need it," he answered. "What business man couldn't do with his PDA."
Asami listened to the long speech, silently impressed with the young man reasoning. Especially what he'd been through not less than twenty minutes ago.
"I knew your men were following me," he told hiim. "So it only made sense to wait here," and passed the small computer over to its owner. Watching as it was inspected and pocketed.
The simple gesture just save his life and he didn't know it.
"Come let's get you home."
Weariness entered the hazel hues and he drew back. "No, I don't think so. I would rather walk. I don't want to be anywhere with you. Don't frigging touch me," Akihito pulled his arm back, remembering who had started this latest round of problems in the first place.
Without warning he was scooped up in the air and brought closer to his capture's broad chest. He fought like a wild cat for his release. Asami had had enough. He was tired and had a meeting in a few hours.
He threw Akihito high into the air, ignoring his startled screams and easily caught him back into his steady arms. Smirking as a pair of arms grabbed on securely around his neck.
"You, you BASTARD," he shouted into Asami ear.
"If you keep shouting, I'm gong to take my jacket back," his carrier promised.
Four men suddenly surrounded them and he stilled in surprised.
"Take us back to his room." Their boss ordered.
Akihito sat still upon the pervert's lap. He refused to let him go. Even the furious glances he threw didn't help. Instead his pervert met him stare for stare with a smirk from those sexy lips and a continuos poke from his aroused cock.
"Bastard," He kept repeating under his breath.
As soon as the car stop and the door was opened, Akihito flew off the ridged pole as if he had wings and kept on going.
"Don't bother to come up," he shouted, uncaring if he woke the neighbors. "I'll send the jacket down in a moment."
Within seconds Akihito was back, jacket in hand. He threw the coat into the out stretched hand below. "I hope we never meet again!" he shouted, walking back into his room and locked the door.
Asami sat seemingly deep in thought. His hand touched something sticky on his coat and he looked down. Seeing the white sticky substance clinging to his jacket and ran his fingers into the liquid.
He wanted to fuck the photographer right them and there. To make him his lover and see that sexy expression across his face repeatedly. There is no way he was letting him go, yet.
"Souh," drawing his security chief's attention.
"Yes Asami_sama?"
"Tomorrow I want and offer for that building sitting on my desk, before the end of the day and I don't want anyone knowing it had been sold.
"Yes Asami_sama."
He was definitely going to be his lover.
***
Chapter 3

Akihito walked into the office of his boss, with a made up story readily on his sexy lips. He no longer had his precious packet of pictures and was ready to plead for another chance. It wasn't very often he disappointed the other man, but this was one of those rare cases.
"Good job, kid. I wasn't sure you could pull it off, but the pictures you sent in were right on, as usual. I don't know how you do it?" his boss inquired, looking over his reading glasses to the young talented photographer.
"What?"
"Yeah Akihito. Good job. Tell us, how did you manage to get in there?" one of the older writers came up behind him and clamped a heavy hand unto his surprised shoulder. "Those picture told the whole story. They were so perfect that the article almost wrote itself."
"Yeah, great job. Well done and I don't know how you do it," traveled around the newsroom from the other workers, as each member turned in their seats and congratulated him on his supposedly good pictures.
What were they talking about? He hadn't sent anything in. That bastard and his goons had taken all his photos.
He smiled, nodding his way through everyone pleasant words. But at the first break, he turned to his boss. Who sat patting the brown folder in front of him. His wrinkled brow for once smooth and free from etched lines.
"Aha…could I see the photographs?" Akihito asked, needing to know what was going on.
His boss smiled, "Sure son," and slid the folder across the desk.
Akihito opened the file and stared at each satin image, inspecting every detail, before finally admitting the photographs' hand was very similar to his own.
He could easily understand why everyone assumed the pictures were his own. He would have assumed the same thing at first glance himself, if not for two things.
One, he knew he hadn't taken those pictures and two as he inspect them closely, he could see the differences in the other persons' style. They held the camera a little to tight, giving each shot an edge that should have been smooth.
"Anyway here's your pay for a job well done."
Akihito stared at the envelope for several seconds before reaching out and accepting the familiar white envelope, with the company's logo printed in the upper left-hand corner.
He put it into the back pocket of his jeans; not sure what he was going to do with the money he hadn't earned.
Akihito needed answers.
The pictures were taken at the same at the restaurant as his previous ones, but the photographer had managed to include some shots that he couldn't have gotten. Like the VIP room, where according to the pictures, some Politicians and Yakuzas were deep in conversation.
The final picture held the most interest to the young man. He knew the bloody face of that handsome bastard. "Who's the uncle?" he asked innocently, lifting up the photograph into the air and showing both men.
Two pairs of eyes looked at him in disbelief.
"You don't know who that is?" the writer asked.
"Akihito, your one lucky bastard," his boss replied, shaking his head in disbelief. "How the hell do you do it and live. I'll really like to know?"
"So you know who he is?"
I thought every one in this business knew who he is?"
"Well, whose the bastard?"
"Better not let him hear you calling him that. You might disappear?'
"Yakuza?" Akihito asked.
"Not proven," his boss answered.
"But some in the Police department think so. So you be very careful Akihito," warned the writer. "The only thing we know for sure about the great 'Asami Ryuuichi', is that he's a business man and one of this city's best and richest citizen.
"He counts the Major, the Police Commissioner and a bunch of hotshot Politicians as friends. So tread carefully around him, or else something might happen to you," his boss added. "By the way how did you manage to get a picture of the elusive man? Akihito. It's very rare thing indeed."
He wanted to find out who had taken those pictures and have a talk with them. He knew just where to start. Asami Ryuuichi.
"You know me. I'll never tell," and turned away, distracted with the new assignment he'd gave himself.
"Hey where are you going?"
"To the Research room. I wanna check up on Asami Ryuuichi," not stopping but answering to both voices, ringing out the same question in his ears.
"Be careful," his boss's voice warned again.
"Yeah. It could be dangerous," came the other voice behind him.
Akihito kept going, but waved a hand acknowledging he'd heard both men. His mind already on his pervert. He now had a name with that damn face, and he was going to find out everything there was to know about his sexual harasser.
Five hours later Akihito left the dusty room, his mind filled with the supposedly legit businessman Asami Ryuuichi. Wondering to himself, how the hell the Yakuza had gotten away with the many things he had been linked to.
While reading up on his next mark Akihito had come to the conclusion he was going to bring him down. He would show that pervert he wasn't afraid of him.
All he had to do was follow behind the bastard and his camera would easily catch him in the act. He was good at trailing undetected behind anyone so it shouldn't be too hard.
Akihito's cell phone started to ring. It was a text, reminding him that they were to meet again at the new club for ten o'clock.
Shit! He forgotten. His research on Asami Ryuuich had completely shoved aside the get together, with his friends and out of his mind. Damn he better hurry, he needed to stop at the Police station. He had an informant there that would have more information.
At eleven o'clock Akihito and his friends were happily enjoying themselves, drinking beer and chatting up the opposite sex. Who sat beside each member of the group, clinging onto their arms.
Akihito had temporarily forgotten about his day, until he saw the five men in dark clothing wander in. His hazel hues pinpointed his sexual harasser immediately.
What the Hell was he doing here? He thought.
Most of the relaxed atmosphere within him disappeared and he became more watchful. Reaching down he pretended to scratch his calf but secretly checked on the miniature camera strapped onto his calf. In his line of work it paid to be prepared.
Good it was still there.
Ten minutes later his target rose, leaving his men behind and walked into the back, through a door that closed solidly behind him.
This is it!
"Gotta go to the loo," he told the group and slipped away. Taking the long way around. He made his way unseen to the door.
Staying low Akihito pressed his ear against the door. He couldn't hear anything. Slowly he turned the knob and open the door a crack, still nothing.
Daringly he pushed it further open, enough to stick his head in. It was a bathroom.
Quickly he entered and closed the door, wanting to drown out the outside noise. Silently he made his way further into the room, when a lock sliding home made a quiet clicking sound behind him.
Akihito frozen and counted to five before he slowly turned around. Asami Ryuuichi stood there with a wicked grin on his handsome face.
"Hello Akihito," he greeted the young photographer. "Imagine meeting you here."
Damn. His target was standing behind him.
"Where you looking for me?" the bastard asked.
Shit, shit, shit. How the Hell was he going to get out of this?
"Cat got your tongue?"
Still the startled young man said nothing.
Pushing himself away from the door, Asami walked towards his prey. Watching as the young man backed up until he reached the counter.
Akihito through a look over his shoulder and met the wariness in his eyes through
The cleaned mirror.
Turning back to the advancing man, he put on as brave a front that he could muster. "No I wasn't looking for you," he told him.
"Oh?" it plainly said he didn't believe him.
"This is a bathroom isn't it?" Akihito retorted.
"Yes, yes it is," Asami answered, coming to a stop. He was so close that a hand would have trouble passing through them.
"Excuse me, I got to use the urinal," he said to his capture.
A large hand cupped his cock and squeezed the tip gently. "You don't feel like it to me.
Repeated tremors racked his smaller body and Akihito looked helplessly at Asami Ryuuichi. "Take your hand off me!" he glared.
Asami actions gave an answer, as he gave the saluting cock another friendly squeeze.
"What the hell is wr_?" Akihito never finished his sentence. A bruising pair of lips collided with his in a punishing kiss, while a sharp tongue speared between the furious cavity of his mouth.
Passion ran right behind the pain and Akihito squirmed helplessly against the older man's hand. Letting it pump his horny body onto the road to an orgasm.
The alcohol he'd already consumed had reduced his awareness, to the point that he never realized, when the leather belt was released. Or his rarely worn dress pants and underwear dropped to the floor. Exposing the other wandering hand to the warm naked skin of his hip, and heat between the cheeks of his arse.
Asami's lips slid lower. Grassing across the taunt skin, as Akihto tilt his head to the other side, giving him total access to the smooth skin.
The young photographer's groans were intoxicating, pulling the more experienced man into his sexual world and Asami knew nothing was going to stop him, from fucking that ass tonight.
His lips closed around a perked nub on the shoved out chest, while a circling finger slid repeatedly across the tight rim of Akihito wrinkled hole.
"Aaaha, yes, oh yes."
He was feeling it. Was going too exploded.
Asami continued lower, his intent clear to a more aware and alert partner. But the sensations were so much stronger than anything the young man had never felt before, and he was literally going out of his head with the pleasure.
Akihito grunts and groans magnify around the small room, piercing into Asami Ryuuichi. Forcing him to admit that he had no intention of ending it with Takaba Akihito after tonight.
In fact it was going to take a while before he was going to be satisfied with the boy's firm but wonderful body.
A finger gently slipped into the heated hole, reaching until it found what it was looking for.
"Oh shit!" Akihito raised voiced pierce the quietness. His hips slammed into warm hand holding his engorged shaft. "What the hell?"
Asami move to his knees and brought the ruddy cock to his lips. He covered just the head with his mouth. Letting the warmth penetrate into the twitching organ, then slipped his tongue into the slit and twirled deeperly.
Akihito was moving on instinct only. His hips shoved forward and he howled his pleasure. Begging loudly for more.
His ass had never felt such pleasure. He didn't even know it could. But his cock, oh God he'd heard it many times before and never believed it. In fact he'd always dismissed it as foolishness, but now he knew it was true. Only a man knew the true wonders of a cock.
He slammed his cock into the greedy mouth, going right down the man's throat. Fucking it like it was a tight pussy. His hands ran through the black hair and held on, while pumping himself onward.
Another finger slipped into his ass and he was uncomfortable back there, but it wasn't enough to stop him. In fact it added to his pleasure. Touching that something inside him.
Shit he was cuming. His hands tightened on the hair and he buried himself to the very hilt. Pouring everything he had right down that hungry throat.
"Oh, oh, oh, cccuumminnnggg."
Akihito leaned backward breathing heavily. His hands resting upon the counter. Helping to support his trembling body, while turning to look down at on of Japan's riches men, with Akihito's rod still in his mouth.
His eyes met Asami's and he blushed red, drawing attention to the paleness of his blond hair. He turned his head not knowing what to say; remembering the things he had said as the man had sucked him off.
Seeing his uncomfortable expression, Asami rose. His fingers moving within the loosened hole.
"Get your damn fingers out of there!" Akihito barked, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Asami looked him in the hazel eyes and stated clearly. "It's my turn."
Akihito's face went redder and he shouted, "Get the fuck away from me! I'm not touching you anywhere!"
A soft popping sound and both Asami's hands were on Akihito's hips. He lifted him in the air and placed him to sit upon the counter. Then stood between the young man's parted legs and pulled him forward.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?" Akihito panicked.
"Fucking you," he answered with a smirk.
"Get the fuck away from me you pervert. Go get some other man. I don't fuck with guys," he refused, doing his best to push against the rock of Asami's body.
"That's too bad, because you're going to become my bitch."
"You're crazy!"
Asami step closer and pushed upward. His cock pressing against Akihito's twitching hole.
"No, no. Stop it," Akihito pushed furiously against the strong chest and tight arms around his waist, with everything he had. "GET the fuck away from me, you DAMN pervert," he yelled.
A knock on the door stilled the instigator.
"Asami_sama?" a male voice called out.
Both hazel and honey colored eyes froze at the interruption. Akihito opened his mouth to yell for help. But a hand clasp around his mouth.
"He won't help you and you'll only embarrass yourself. He works for me and obeys only me."
"Asami_sama, it time for the meeting," the voice came again.
Asami Ryuuichi stepped back and too the side. "Right," he said to the voice at the door.
He fixed his clothes and turned away from the mirror. His gaze fell on a heavy breathing Akihito. With unbelievable speed he pull him back into his arm. Ignoring the squirming of the smaller man and planted a bruising kiss upon his full lips.
"Until we meet again Takaba Akihito," he said as he released him and walked away.
The young photographer watched him walk though the door, knowing he has to find the evidence to bring that arrogant man down. There was no way he was letting that perverted harasser anywhere near his ass.
Asami knew for the passed week Akihito had followed behind him. The young man was so good at hiding, his men had to create many diversions to stop him from becoming too intrusive but all hadn't work.
His men was now informing him of the latest slip up, which allowed Akihito and his ever present camera to enter. "Enough." He told them. "Bring him here tonight."
Last night the boy had diverted his men and followed behind his as usually. Taking pictures of his meeting on the docks, with certain businessmen and politicians he had in his back pocket.
"Yes Asami_sama."
Asami sat alone in his office staring down at the photo he had of Takaba Akihito. The picture really didn't do him any justice. He personally knew the young man was much more attractive in person; especially with that soft blond silken hair and smooth, tight body.
Honey colored eyes lit up with laughter at his thoughts and something else, excitement. "It time he reeled in Takaba Akihito." A smirk hovering around his sexy lips.


This story ends where the manga begins :)

The End
Alexander Cee is a vivid writer, who just loves to tell stories of every kind. A strong believer in equality for everyone, and whenever gets the chance will remind others, to never judge a person on their appearances but on there actions.

FEI lONG'S REVENGE (oneshot)


Pairing: Asami x Takaba x Fei long
Fandom: Viewfinder
Disclaimer: Belongs to the mangaka, YAMANE Ayano
Rating: PG

Fei long's Revenge (oneshot)


Akihito rolled over on the bed, each movement slow and filled with excruciating pain. His bladder was filled and he needed to use the bathroom, but at this rate he wasn't moving he wouldn't make it.

"Damn Bastard," he growled out pitifully beneath his breath, as tears swelled in his wounded hazel eyes.

Asami had worked him over good. He hadn't listen to a word of his explanation at all. He had been beyond furious and had taken it out on his poor body in every way possible.

"Oh God, I hurt," he groaned, from his neck right down to his ankles. There were bruising marks all over his body, and even in between his thighs. He was sure every mark would matched Asami's crushing fingers, as they had held him down and tied him up to that monstrous table not more than three feet away.

He glanced at the offending object that had helped restricted him, and wished he had an axe. He would have love to chopped the ugly piece of shit, into itsy bitsy pieces of firewood and bury the offending straps so deep they would never, ever be found again.

One foot landed on the ground, and a frightening sounds passed his swollen lips. Another foot came down and a trembling starting in both his legs, as he tried to stand but couldn't succeed. His body couldn't sustain him and he plopped back down on the bed; sending a soaring pain from his hips right up to the base of his skull.

Akihito frozen afraid to move, sure that if he took even a small breath his pain would manifest itself ten folds, just as it had done when Asami's knots had ripped into his skin the night before. He had tied him so tie that he'd actually cutting off Akihito's circulation, all for the sake of teaching him a lesson he hadn't deserve.

His movements were weak and wobbly and he stood bent over at the hips like an old man. One hand stayed on the bed for balance, while the other supported the pain in his lower back. He had to make to the bathroom, His bladder couldn't hold his urine much longer.

One foot moved forward and he collapsed onto the floor, afraid to move as his body clenched again in agony. Tears welled in his eyes and he lay there until some of the tension eased, all the while cursing Asami, himself and that bastard Fie Long.

His hand moved to his lower stomach and he tried to rub out the crippling cramps that were growing and spreading throughout his torso; but rubbing the swollen flesh didn't help. I gotta get to the bathroom, he thought, and slowly pulled himself along the wooden floor.

Half way there he knew there was no way he was going to make it and head for the shower instead, which was less than two feet away. He crawled into the stall and leaned his weary body against the tiled wall. Just in time, as a hot yellow pool surrounded him and slowly disappeared down the drain.

Akihito breathed a sigh of relief as the heavy pressure on his stomach lifted, and he rubbed a hand across his lower stomach. It was littered with blue fingerprints that were already turning black. He needed to clean himself; wash away the dirt, the sweat and the pee from his skin.

He reached for the knob above his head and grimaced with the movement, but he made it. Warm water flowed down upon his wounded body. He tilt his head upward into the warm spray, and closed his eyes; the tears he could no longer hold back, mixed with the clear liquid and ran down his cheek.

Why? Why did he have to give Asami those pictures, he thought. He knew it would have made him angry. Damn that Fei long. If he had a gun he would hunt the bastard down, and do hall the things Asami had done to him, then he would shoot him right between the eyes.

Akihito's head fell to his chest, his silent tears had grown into loud soul wrenching sounds, which echoed around the small chamber. His voice was hoarse from many hours of pleading, repeated over and over again, 'I'm sorry Asami', 'I'm sorry Asami'.

Outside the door his instigator stood staring at the wooden panels, listening to the heart wrenching sounds. On fist was tightly curled and pressed onto the panel of the wood. In his other he held a report from his spy in the Chinese Triad. It confirmed what Akihito had told him many time throughout their long night. Fei long had drugged him and force him to take those incriminating photos.

According to his spy they were many such photographs in his enemy's possession and he couldn't have that. All of Akihito belong to him. No one was suppose to see that bloom on his lover's skin. Asami crumpled the page within his palm, swearing on the Triad's long hair he would get each and every one of them.

Those seductive look on his Akihito's face were fake as far as he was concern, only he could put such a look there. He didn't need any drug to make his lover look so wanton. He should have known better, he berated himself. In every shot his Akihito's eyes had been cover with his hair, as he'd thrown his head to a side in obvious shame.

Calling himself all kinds of fools he entered the room of his pet. His eyes went to the table where he last saw his Aki, and saw only emptiness. They swung around and went immediately to the soft sound of the flowing waters. He walked over to the stall and cringed; Akihito lay on the floor sobbing, his beautiful body covered with tracks of bruises he knew he had put there in his anger.

Asami teeth clamped together in frustration and swore he would get even with that Chinese bastard. His jealousy had caused him to do the unthinkable to his lover, and hurt him in his anger. From the looks of it Akihito's body it was in a great deal of pain. He was crying his eyes out. It was something the younger man would normally not let his lover see him do.

If such an occurrence had happened before, he would simply have gotten rid of the problem. This was a first for him this feeling of incompetence over his actions. He reached into the stall and shut the water off.

"Akihito?" he called out, but the wounded man didn't hear him. "Akihito," he called again, still nothing.

He slipped out of his thousand dollars hand made leather paten slip-ons and stepped into the shower stall. His argyle socks immediately became soaked from the pool of water. Asami turned off the water and reached for the largest towel. Gently draped it around the young man's body and brought him of the floor.

Carefully he lifted his cargo, hardening his heart as it groaned pathetically like a wounded animal. Step by step he slowly carried Akihito to the bed, which he'd slept on for the past three days and place him ever so gently down upon it. Wishing he could halt the gut wrenching groaned that escaped his pet.

With light movements Asami dabbed at the wet skin sopping up the beads of liquid, as he carefully moved across the shivering frame. Akihito hadn't turned to face him, not once, it was as if the young man was afraid.

His lover had never back down from him, not once.

Gently he spread the medicated cream across the blackened bruises. Wincing every time the younger man uttered a painful groan, because Asami s hand had been too heavy and unintentionally pressed against a tender area. Each pain wrenching cry worked to re-enforced his resolve to get even with the bastard who had sent him those pictures.

He must pay.

With the utmost care he left the mattress but only far enough that he too could remove his damp clothing, before returning to the bed. Like a protective parent he gently gathered his wound young beside him, using his body as both a shield and a security blanket, while his mind actively worked to hatch out a pay back plan for the leader of the Chinese Triad.


***


In another city not to far away, a Chinese businessman with long black hair that swung below his shoulders, sat staring at a photograph of a pet he had once owned for a very short time. The beautiful body was now covered with bruises, as it laid upon the tiled shower floor.

He place a tired hand to his temple and rubbed at the aching spot, knowing from now on he better be on guard. His full lips were sucked in between his teeth, and his beautiful black eyes filled with regret.

The End

I wrote this one day when I was in a lot of pain. I wanted someone beside me to suffer a little so...
Alexander Cee is a vivid writer, who just loves to tell stories of every kind. A strong believer in equality for everyone, and whenever gets the chance will remind others, to never judge a person on their appearances but on there actions.

MAMA KNOWS BEST DEAR (one shot) complete


First posted 2009/08/22/

Pairing: Asami x Akihito x Jon x Souh
Fandom: Viewfinder
Disclaimer: Belongs to the mangaka,
YAMANE Ayano other characters belong to me
Rating: PG13




MAMA KNOWS BEST DEAR (one shot)




Akihito large round bulk fought to rise from the coziness of the wide over-sized sofa, as both he and the child he carried, seemed like they were both about to be lost in the leather folds of its many pillows.

Sitting to the side, Asami's face broke into an indulging smile, as he watched his wife's helplessly struggle to rise.

Rather frustrated, Akihito's searching glance turned to his husband for help. But seeing the laughter that lit up the handsome face, he ceased his continuous movements and demanded Asami stop his laughter immediately.

"Get over here," he snapped. The baby was sitting on his bladder and he had to go to the bathroom desperately.

Easily the lithe figure rose and he made his way to his scowling partner. Reached out an encumbering arm and placed it around his wife's narrow shoulders.

"Stupid bastard," Akihito threw at him over his shoulders, as he hurriedly left the open space and waddled to their bedroom. A small hand supporting his lower back.

Asami patiently waited outside the closed door of the bathroom and pulled his lover into his arms, the minute Akihito exited the smaller room.

"Better now?" he asked and brushed a soft kiss upon his mate's forehead, while his hands ran lovingly across his wife's widening girth.



A heavy arm landed with a solid thud across Asami naked chest, forcing him from slumber and brought him right into wakefulness with a small painful groan.

Shit, he thought as he rubbed a weary hand across his tired face. He could still see the picture of a pregnant Akihito in his mind, and he didn't like it, he loved it

Raising his head, he looked down upon his wife's naked arm, draped carelessly across his chest and traveled backward to the uncovered body.

Taking a good look at his Aki, he saw the sliminess of his lean figure and reached out an unsteady hand, running it over Akihito's flat stomach. Disappointed suddenly filling every empty space of his beating heart.

He had no idea where such a thought had come from. It was a subject he'd never entertained before, but it now seemed to have taken a hold onto a large part of him.

His dream had seemed so real and after seeing a pregnant Akihito; the very idea had left him desperately wanting.

It was many hours later, before Asami could once more drift back to sleep. His active mind still played with the picture that had awoken him. What should he do? How could he approach the idea of adoption to his Aki? Would he want a baby or an older child?

By happen chance, his tired glance fell upon the clock beside him and he noted the time. He had to be up in four hours and turned determinedly to his lover. Pulling Akihito closer into the heat of his body, he placed a gentle kiss upon the parted lips of his wife. Closed his eyes and drifted quietly back to sleep. Promising himself they would definitely talk tomorrow about adopting a child.




He was beyond angry. Only one person had the power to make him this furious, his wife, Akihito. Who at that moment seemed to have fallen of the damn planet?

Asami had awoken that morning, empty armed and a quick search of the Penthouse had told him, he was alone. But it had already been several hours and he hadn't received any communication from his wife. Not even one of those sarcastic little notes Akihito had gotten into the habit of sending him.

Damn it where the hell was he? Asami fumed and rose from the confining comforts of the oversized leather chair. He'd even gone as far as to check with his annoying wife's Russian bodyguard, but nothing.

"Souh," he yelled and ripped open the Penthouse door. "Did you find him yet?" Asami barked out to his Security Chief who had just exited from the elevator.

The big man stopped in surprised at the ragged tones of his boss's voice. His head popped up startled on hearing his name and the sheets of papers in his hand crumpled to a ball, as he took into the harassed face of his employer.

"Not yet, Asami_sama. But we're on his trail at the moment. So it shouldn't take too long," he answered, knowing he sound more confident that he really felt.

"Let me know as soon as you've located him, and I mean immediately. I'm going chain him to the bedpost the minute he's found."


Across town, Aki stood in the dark basement of an empty deserted building. Trying unsuccessfully to get the woman he was speaking with, too leave the dire place she'd call home for the passed six months and come with him to the hospital. Where she could get the help that she greatly needed.

He was greatly afraid for her and completely out of his elements. He knew it.

"April you can't stay here," Akihito repeated again, his face racked with concern for the small weak woman in front of him. "We have to get you to a hospital," she was shivering so hard that her teeth made loud chattering sounds in the quiet room.

A tearful and pitiful voice spoke. Each syllable racked with pain. "It too late Aki, something is wrong. I'm bleeding."

Both looked down and in the weak lighting, they could see the crimson lines, which trailed down her clothing to drip steadily to the floor.

"Shit!" he suddenly wished Asami was there. He would know what to do. Thing were now dangerous, he had to get her to a hospital quickly. Reaching for his cell, Akihito pushed the button for bodyguard and…nothing. He was too far underground to receive a signal.

"I've have to leave you for a few minutes," Akihito told tell her, knowing what her answer was going to be.

"No, no don't leave me, Please Aki," she begged grasping weakly unto his shirt as he moved to distance himself.

He was facing the stairs but he turned back. "I have too April. You need help. I can't fix it this time. I'm going above to call for help," and his eyes fixed themselves to the small digital apparatus in his hand.

"I'm afraid," the small voice whispered. She leaned heavily onto the dirty wall, and slithered downward to the dirty cemented floor, as if her weakened body could stand no longer.

"I know, but I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise," and hurriedly moved away. Taking the steps two at a time until he reached the first level.

Quickly he pushed the button on the keypad again and waited. Jon answered on the second ring.

"Akihito? Are you alright?" the Russian bodyguard's voice inquired.

He felt some degree of comforting hearing that voice. He was no longer alone.

"Y_Yeah, I'm fine," he answered, ignoring the catch in his throat. "But I need help."

"Where are you? I'll come right away," he promised.

"NO. It's an emergency. I need a doctor. One who won't ask any unnecessary questions," Akihito told him.

"Where are you?" Jon repeated.

Akihito told him and listened carefully to the instructions the other man gave him. He told him one of their cars was in the area. It should pick him up in within five minutes and he'll meet him at the doctor's office.

"Got that?"

"Yeah," Akihito agreed. With an after thought he added. "Jon, don't let Asami know that you've spoken to me."

"Do you think that's wise? Your husband has already call me several times looking for you."

"I'll talk to him later. For now, just say nothing," Akihito repeated.

"Right. I'll meet you at the address in fifteen minutes."

"Agree," and hung up, looking at the two men walking towards him.

They were Jon assistants and the second string when his cousin wasn't around.

"Sir," they both greeted him with a slight bow to the heads.

Akihito returned the nod. "I need help, follow me."

They followed behind the young man silently wondering what he'd been up too. They didn't have to wonder long, as Akihito came to a stop before a slumped body sitting in a bright pool of blood.

"April…April I'm back," he told her and gently reached for her cold hands.

"Aki?" the weakened voice asked, but she didn't open her eyes.

"Yeah, I got help," he told her and moved to lift the small figure into his arms.

"I can take her," one of the men offered.

Negatively he shook his head and carefully wrapped his arms around the tiny frame. He lifted the shivering package.

"Let's go."

One man trailed supportingly behind him and the other led the way out into the bright sunshine.



Jon was already there when they pulled up. He took one look at the situation and hustled the couple into the building in front of them. The doctor too was there, along with a middle-aged woman who was dressed all in white. Akihito assumed it was his nurse standing beside him.

Immediately the older man took charge.

"Wait in there," he told the four men, pointing to another room.

"Aki?" the weary patient called out from the wheel chair. Reaching a hand out to his retreating figure. "Don't leave me."

Time was an important factor and the medic nodded to the side. "You can stay with her but don't agitate her anymore than necessary."

The older man with the salt and pepper hair placed her on a narrow hospital bed, with the help of both his nurse and the young man. Threw a white sheet over the swollen stomach and started his detailed investigation.

She was hemorrhaging and had been for sometime. Her blood pressure was critical and her blood lost too significant. It was a wonder she'd lasted this long.

Sadly he looked up to the young man and shook his head. There was nothing the doctor could do for her, but take the baby before it died also.

April tiredly open her eyes, to looked upon the attractive face of her favorite cousin in the hold world and smile. "I'm not going to make it, Aki," she whispered softly. "You can't fix it this time."

Liquid pooled gathered in the hazel hues and trickled down the dirt stained face. His gripped tightened around the weakened hand, desperately trying to share his life force with her failing strength.

"I love you, April," he told her and sniffled back the tears.

"I… love you too, Aki.

Mustering all her strength she begged of him. "Aki………Take …care of my baby… please."

"Of course," he told her leaning in closer, as her voiced weakened considerably.

"You…raise it yourself…You'll make a…good dad."

Tears couldn't be held back any longer and flowed freely down the young man's face. "I promised," and gripped her failing hand even tighter.

A half smile appeared on her pale lips. "Thank…y…"

Aki stood staring as the final life left the fragile body of his dead cousin. A person he'd known his whole life and more tears flowed unchecked, splattering onto the stretchy material of his dirt streaked T-shirt. Landing in a small pool, which where quickly absorbed away.

He couldn't understand how the hell any parent could disown a child, just because she became pregnant from a rape? DAMN he felt like punching her old man again and again until the old fart knew all the pain April had felt, even to the very end.

"Sir?"

So distracted with his thoughts Akihito couldn't hear the voice of the nurse behind him.

"Sir?" and a hand touched his arm.

His head turned to the soft touch and his sadden eyes travel to the worried face of the woman standing beside him.

"The babies?" she said.

"The babies? Aki parroted.

"Yes, the babies," she repeated and pointed to a long table against the wall.

Gently he placed the rapidly cooling hand back onto the bed, beside the still figure and followed the nurse to the small counter. April two little bundles were huddled together in a small makeshift bassinet.

He felt the doctor's presents as he came up beside him. "What are you going to do?"

"Keep them," Akihito answered immediately and turned his head to the medic. "I promised."

"Are you sure?" he was asked.

"Yes," the single word reeked strongly with conviction.

"Well in that case let me introduce you to your daughter and your son. You're going to have to choose names for them.

"This is the girl?" Akihito asked and touched the soft cheek of the little angel. "April, her name will be April. Just like her mother.

"And the boy?"

The other baby looked steady at him, almost defiantly and a small smirked appeared upon the cherry mouth.

"Ryuuichi," he said instantly.

"Last name?"

"Asami. April and Ryuuichi Asami."

"Your name?"

"Akihito Asami," and turned a blank watchful gaze to the older couple beside.

The doctor and nurse looked at each other in surprise. Both knew of the name. This man right now was the talk of town, with everyone wondering how he'd manage to snag the mighty Asami Ryuuichi.

"Do you have time? Maybe a day or two, so we could teach you what you need to know. Or do you have someone already to step in and help."

Akihito turned away from the nurse to look at the tiny children. Her simple words reminded him there were a lot, he now had to prepare for.

"No, no I don't have anyone."

"So you'll be staying with us?"

"Yes."

Turning away completely from the stilled figure of his lost family member. He walked to the door and called Jon aside. Explained the situation and gave him instructions to call Asami. Tell he was fine and he'll be back in three days.




Three days later Asami hurried back to the Penthouse. Ignoring his secretary as she tried to grab his attention by waving some documents he'd been waiting on.

His gaze traveled around as he entered the door. Dropping his coat and gloves onto the couch as he passed it and made his way to the bedroom, searching along the way.

He'd gotten a call that morning requesting a meeting, regarding his wayward wife and just returned from a very informative meeting with Jon. Before that, the last called he'd received, had left him exceedingly angry. Especially when the other man had informed him that he'd found Akihito. He was fine and should be returning in three days.

Asami had stewed every hour his wife had been missing and even planned dire retribution, for when Akihito finally showed up. But all that been pushed aside, after hearing all his love one had gone through and he hadn't been there to help.

Walking quietly into the room. His Akihito was there, asleep upon their bed. Right where he belonged, wearing nothing but his brief. His beautiful body immediately beckoning certain parts of Asami's body, to wakefulness.

The two babies were there in a small bassinet beside the bed and all three were asleep.

Quietly he walked over and peered in. Taking a quick peek at their children and smirked to himself. He'd never gotten around to telling Akihito about his baby dream.

His wayward wife turned unto his back, drawing back his husband's attention and the indulging smile left Asami's face. Reaching into the small table beside the bed he removed a chunky piece of jewelry. Something he'd placed in readiness three days ago. And moving to the end of the bed, he gently raised his wife's leg, several inches of the mattress and placed the platinum anklet around his foot.

"Mmmm…Asami?" Akihito murmured, as he was touched. His eyes opened to look directly into the warm honey brown ones staring back at him and then fell to his leg, still being held within his husband's large palms.

He noticed the expensive jewelry back where it belonged shook his head and sighed. Resigned to the fact. Then unexpectedly he looked back into his husband's watchful eyes.

"Hello daddy," he said happily with a smiled.

An answering smirk formed around his husband's mouth and he uttered two words that had Akihito shivering with pleasure.

"Hello mommy."

"Come meet our children." His wife offered, rising to meet him.

"Later," he answered and his arms clasp around the most important thing in his life. "Hi honey, I'm home."

The End


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Asami x Akihito x Mikhail x Susannah x Jon x Mia x Ann Marie
Fandom: Viewfinder
Disclaimer: Belongs to the mangaka,
YAMANE Ayano
Rating: PG13

Second part of the story


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Chapter 6


Asami continued walking into the room until he reached his beautiful mahogany desk.

He trailed a finger along its smooth surface as he moved to sit behind it.

He turned to face her, noticing the crystal astray that was usually kept on the corner of his desk had been moved away. It now lay beside her.

He’d watched as she’d hurriedly taken the cigarette from between her parted lips and crushed it not to gently into the ashtray.

Asami raised one eyebrow in an inquiring fashion. Opened his mouth to speak and Takaba Ann Marie quickly jumped in, trying to explain herself.

“It was a craving. I’ve never smoked before,” she cried, moving her shoulders up and down in a helpless fashion. “You came back to quickly. I never thought you would come back and caught me.”

He’d seen the way she held and smoked the cigarette. No way this woman was an amateur. If he hadn’t come back when he did, she would’ve probably been blowing circles into the air by now.

“How far along are you?”

Her face went blank as if she didn’t have an answer for the simple question. Asami hand tightened in his lap.

Her face cleared and she beamed, “I’m three and a half months along.”

“Don’t you think smoking can hurt the baby that Akihito wants so badly?”

“I don’t think so this one time,” she replied hopefully.

Asami’s telephone rang and he reached for the receiver. Thank god. He needed to do something with his hands or he would choke the life out of the lying bitch.

“Asami,” he said into the phone.

He listened to the voice on the other end and closed his eyed with relief. Some of the dangerous tension fled his body and he breathed a sigh of relief. His men had found Akihito.

Suddenly his eyes opened and clashed with the lying bitch. He paused the telephone call, then asked his secretary to come in. He had her make arrangements for the women in front of him; at a high security hotel he owned.

“Make sure they’re always four guards with her at all times. I want her kept safe.”

His secretary nodded her head in acknowledgement and both women exited his office.

He resumed the call and spoke for another fifteen minutes. He now had a name to go with the face Mikhail Arbartov. Russia’s biggest crime boss.

He rose excitedly and walked briskly to the door. Bellowed to his security chief to get in there and close the door behind him.

Asami led the way into the middle of the room, then turned. “Your men knows where Akihito is. Touch base with them and give me a complete report on every person evolved in this mess.”

“Yes Asami-sama.”

“And detailed map of where they’re staying. You have six hours,” he added.

“Yes Asami-sama.”

Souh bowed respectfully and left the room.


Asami and his elite force of eight men were inside the gates. They were all dressed alike. Dark clothing, bulletproof gear and a repeater weapons in their hands.

The rest of his men had taken up prospected places around the walls; no one was to go in or out until they return with Takaba Akihito.

They quietly worked their way into the main hall of the huge mansion. Each man functioning like part of the perfect team. They rounded a corner and stop. Mikhail Arbartov and his four men security team stood before them. Weapons drawn and pointed straight at them.

Several deadly seconds past. No man spoke. Suddenly a smile appeared on the reluctant host’s lips.

“Welcome. I’m Mikhail Arbartov,” he introduced himself.

“Where is Akihito?” Asami asked. His gun pointed straight at his enemy’s heart.

“Aahaa,” he exclaimed. “That’s why you’ve come to visit us. Well Akihito said you would come.”
He turned to his men and waved his hand. Each man hand fell and slid their guns out of sight.

“Come Aki is waiting. You know how impatient he can be.”

Mikhail turned leading the way down the hall. Asami and his men cautiously following behind the five men, their weapons still held firmly in their hands.

He stopped outside a room and waved a hand to the door. Indicating Asami should enter.

He walked slowly into the room, taking several small steps and stop as the door closed behind him. His attention heightened on full alertness. His eyes traveled quickly around the room, taking note of his surroundings.

Two closed doors neatly lined one wall. Pistol raised he walked forward to check both out.
One was a closet. It was empty, except for Akihito’s clothing. The same clothing he’d worn the day he disappeared.

The other door held a plain and sterile bathroom; the kind that could be found in almost any two or three star hotel.
Asami then moved to the center of the room. His Akihito was there, laid out upon a queen-sized bed.

Both of his arms stretched apart and his wrists handcuffed to the headboard. His beautiful lips covered and hidden behind a black silk scarf. Someone was going to pay for this, he thought.

He glanced at Akihito’s eyes expecting to see some degree of fear and relief instead he was greeted with laughter and a sensuous look all rolled into one.

He placed his gun down unto the pillow and removed the loosely tied offending silk scarf.

“Happy birthday baby.”

Asami blinked in utter surprise. Tomorrow was his birthday. He’d completely forgotten about it. Not that he really celebrated the day. But to actually forget the day on which he were born, showed how much this crazy situation with his little wild cat had to answer for.

He’d taken priority over several business matters that had to be temporarily pushed aside. He really did have a very troublesome lover. He thought with relief. Still it was nice that he showed he cared.

Asami looked down into the eyes of the younger man; his lover returned his stare with an unblinking gaze. He felt his chest swell with happiness, pride and most of all love. He blinked several times, giving himself time to control his emotions.

He wasn’t going to be distracted until he had satisfactory answers to his questions. He didn’t need all answered right away but the top three were very important and were plaguing his mind.

“Three questions Akihito,” he said maintaining eye contact.

“Who is she?”

“A friend,” came out of the tied up man. “A very good friend.”

He’d already fingered that out. “Second question. When was the last time you slept with her?”

“Never.”

So the baby wasn’t his. Good. “Finally, why this charade?”

Akihito looked away for a moment, feeling kind of silly having this conversation like this. He was tied to a bed while Asami grilled him. Then again that didn’t seem so unusual.

“I wanted you to have a memorable birthday.” He told him. “One that you won’t forget too soon.

Asami eyes glittered in the weak lighting and Akihito felt a slight feeling of apprehension over what he’d put Asami through. But he wasn’t going to forget the birthday not for a long time, he knew. And that what he really wanted.

The older man walked to the end of the bed and pulled the sheet all the way down, to lay in a pool at the end of the mattress. His smirked grew into a full smile. His Aki’s leg where also pulled wide apart and shackled at the ankles to the footboard of the bed.

He was wore nothing but a black silk thong. The matching set to the silly scarf that had recently covered his mouth. The thong closed in the middle, with about an inch and a half of cloth on each side of the split that tried to cover his genitals.


It wasn’t working. Akihito’s penis had parted the material and had twitched it way to freedom.

Asami returned to the pillow at the top of the mattress. Picked up his black matted weapon and threw the clip down unto the edge of the bed. He pressed its coolness against Akihito’s warm cheek and slowly dragged it across his nipples. Rubbing the flat surface across the younger man chest.

Coral nubs perked to attention. They were met with the slight texture of a rough pink tongue as they were pleasurably teased.

“Mmmmm.” Akihito began to pull on the chains. His body was beginning to resent its confinement.

Asami continued with the empty gun; moving the cool metal against Aki’s heated skin. He traveling on downward to the sunken navel, running the metal in a circular motion around his belly button. His teeth grazed over Akihito’s ribs; then settled at the center of the parted legs. He pressed gently unto his lover’s testicles.

“Aaaaahha…Asami.”

The older man moved lower centering himself between the young man legs. Throwing the gun down carelessly beside its other half and cup his lover rod with both hands.

Heat flooded Akihito’s body. He wanted more. He lifted his hips as high as he could of the bed; meeting Asami face as it was coming down. Tears pooled in his eyes as a hot mouth closed around his throbbing flesh.

“Mmmmpph,” escaped him.

He closed his eyes enjoying the sensations as Asami’s tongue licked at the liquid from his shiny slit.

More, he needed more. He felt Asami mouth left his cock. His eyes popped opened and he stared at the man who calmly sat between his legs.

“Asami,” he begged. “Do something.

He leaned forward once more and licked at the juicy liquid that had over flowed from Akihito’s cock.

Akihito groaned “Aaaahh.”

Asami mouth moved up and down. Drawing pleasure from deep within him. His cock twitched in happiness.

“Is that good?”

“More I need more.”

Asami kissed the tip and waited.

Akihito was close to cuming. He’d lain there naked with thoughts of Asami driving his huge cock up his ass for the passed hour. Now he’d barely touched him and he was going to come.

“Don’t stop, he pleaded.

He opened his eyes. He knew the blurred figure in front of him was his Asami. His body only opened to such a state for one man.

“Asami?”

“Yes Akihito?”

His body couldn’t take anymore. He couldn’t understand why Asami wasn’t moving. His body was screaming for relief.

“Asami continue,” he begged again.

“Yes Akihito.”

Grasping his lover’s cock in his hand and engulf the weeping crown in his mouth. His hand moving up and downward in a pumping motion; from his balls and up.

Akihito’s head rolled from side to side when Asami large hand traveled to his chest rubbing his palm across his nipple.

“Aaaaa hha aa.”
One thought filled Akihito’s head. Completion. He was going to cum. Yes he wanted to pour himself right down Asami throat.

Asami stopped. He could feel Akihito was very close and want to get his agreement before he did.

Akihito’s glazed eyes open. Tears flowed freely down his face as his body began to whine in pain.

“Asamiii_?”

“Akihito_Akihito,” he repeated, when it appeared the boy wasn’t listening. “Listen to me.”

Akihito began to moan out loud. His helpless body tossing and turning in desperation.

Asami grabbed his cock at the base and held it in a firm grip.

“Akihito.”

“Yesss_why?” he whined.

“Don’t ever pull a stunt like that again. Do you understand me?”

Tears kept pouring from Akihito eyes. His body was hurt. Every muscle was being tensed with pain.

“Akihito, you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yesss,” he whispered back.

Asami eased his grip on his lover’s ruddy cock and swallow him deep in his throat. The chain clang together as the body beneath him jerked upward driving for relief.

His tongue played with Akihito’s slit as he retreated. Repeating the process several times until a pitiful moan escaped his Aki.

“Asami_Oooooh.”

He’d play with him to long. His pleasure was now becoming a full body pain. He had to finish this as quickly as he could.

He rubbed his lover precum unto two of his fingers and pressed firmly onto the rim of his tight hole. Pushing until he was welcomed and accepted by Akihoto’s body.

Searching and found, the small switch that would send his lover over the edge.

Coupled with the heated movements from his mouth Akihito’s body went wild shoving his throbbing cock as deep as it could go down Asami throat.

“AAAAAHHHHAA, aaaha, aa, aa.”

Hot liquid poured into the waiting mouth. Greedily swallowing up the rich liquid that flooded his lips. He didn’t move till the heavy flow stopped its meagerly trickle.

Asami rose from the bed. Pulling the sheet back up to the chin. Covering his naked lover. He slipped his hand under the cotton material and removed both his gun and clip.
Reassembled them and slipped it back into his holster.

Whispering, “I’ll be back soon.” He bent low and kissed his exhausted lover.

Akihito got his second wind just as he opened the door and was about to walk through.

“You fucking bastard. You didn’t have to do that. You went too damn far.”

Asami turned back to his lover. “Yes I did.” Before walking through the door and gently but firmly closed it behind him.

Asami eyes locked with Mikhail Arbartov. His friendly face now wore a mask of concern. He continued closing the door firmly behind him. Asami looked at his head of security.

“Guard this room. No one goes in or out and that includes the both of you.”

He then turned to his temporary host. “Let talk.”
***
Chapter 7


Without any warning the door was flung wide open, and Marie Ann Arbartov charged excitedly into the room. Long blonde hair trailing behind her, while emerald hues quickly searched the room and found Akihito, her little brother.

Uncaring that he was wrapped securely within his lover’s arms; she made her way to the embraced couple, with the intention of placing herself between the pair.

Both Mikhail and Jon hearing the sudden noise rounded to the intruder, their hands already reaching under their jackets, gripping the deadly matted steel that each man carried for protection.

Asami instantly pushed Akihito behind him, covering his smaller frame and willingly protecting his lover with his own body.

Seeing whom it was Mikhail was the first to speak, swearing out loud. “Damn it Marie…how many time must I warn you not to barge into a room like that.”

Hearing this, Akihito moved coming out from behind Asami, to stand beside him; his arm still draped around the older man’s waist.

“Oh pooh,” she said with a small wave of her hand to him. Then spying her objective she moved in. “Aki,” she cried out excitedly. “Mama just told me.”

Her little brother looked at her and smiled sheepishly, allowing her arms to circle him, as she determinedly pushed herself between them.

The older man allowed his arm to fall from around his lover’s shoulders, as he was taken away by Marie Arbartov. His eyes following the pair disappointed that his Aki was being ushered out the room.

Akihito looked back over his shoulders, giving his Asami a look that said he was sorry and that he will be back as soon as he could.

His lover nodded his head in understanding, knowing very soon he would be demanding all of this younger man’s attention for himself; But for now he understood he had to share his Akihito, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.

“Now, about your wedding, we have to decide…” her voice trailed off with the disappearance of their bodies and the closing of the door being pulled shut behind them.

“Don’t worry,” Mikhail told him, coming to stand close beside him. “I’ll make very sure he’ll be back. In the mean time why don’t you get some rest, you should still be a little shaky.”

“Come on Jon,” indicating it was time for them to leave, by leading the way to the door. “Let us leave him alone and give him sometime to recover.”

The two men walked to the door leaving the occupant to himself, but before going through, Mikhail spoke once more to Asami.

“If you need anything, either pick up the phone beside the bed, or just ask the guard outside the door. He will arrange for it…oh least I forget ‘Welcome to the family,” he said with a smile; then both men disappeared through the opening.

It was after midnight before Akihito could haul his tired self back to his lover room. He entered quietly and moved to the bed looking down at a sleeping Asami.

Smiling to himself he realized their positions were indeed turned around. Usually it was Asami coming in late and standing above him in the night.

Turning away he reached for the tie around his neck, loosening it as he headed for the shower, needing to wash away the feel of all those hands touching him, wishing him good luck. Right now, he only wanted one pair of hands roaming all over his body.

Within a short time he was back, standing naked in his previous position beside the bed. He loved watching this tough man sleep, seeing his baby face. It was the only time Asami’s face had any resemblance to a child, all soft and relaxed. Only in sleep did he appear like this, but no one dared to tell him so.

A yawn racked his body reminding him how tired he really was. Very carefully he slid the sheet back and slid in beside the warm body. Curling himself around his lover and prepared to sleep.

His quiet movements still woke his partner. “Akihito?” Asami opened blurred eyes to stare at the form beside him.

“Yeah, it me,” he whispered back. “Go back to sleep.”

“Hmm Aki,” and dragged his lover unto his chest. His hands sliding down to the temptingly round, tight behind within his reach.

“Asami go back to sleep,” his lover implored. “It’s after midnight and we have to get up early tomorrow.”

“That’s nothing for us love,” and pulled him up higher, to press a seductive kiss upon him.

Akihito accepted the kiss but try to stop everything else. Wiggling himself across the older man’s form, trying to move away from those wandering hands.

“If you want me to stop, do you think wiggling on my cock is going to work? Honey, right now nothing is going to stop me from shoving myself into that tight hole of your,” he promised. Sliding a finger over the area suggestively.

“Asami…Asami wait. I want to wait until…until…until after the ceremony,” Akihito blurred out.

His lover’s hands stop their moving and yellow eyes glittered sharply. Then his hands grabbed both round ass cheeks and pushed upward while pulling his lover down.

“Do you feel that Akihito?” He ground out; “Does that feel like I can wait?”

The young man turned his head away. “I guess not,” he said sadly. Then an idea hit him. “Maybe you can take care of it yourself?”

“Do I look like some horny little kid to you?”

“If I do it will you wait then?” Aki bargained.

Asami sighed with frustration. “We don’t know how long it will take to arrange this wedding, and there is no way in hell I’m going to be sleeping beside you every night, and not touch you, Akihito.”

“At least try it for me. I…I…I want to wait until after the ceremony to do it again. It would almost be like I was a…virgin all over again,” the young man mumbled.

“My virgin bride?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“I’ll try but don’t count on me succeeding if they make us wait too long.”

Hazel eyes sparkled gratefully and Akihito reached up and smacked a happy kiss unto his fiancée’s lips. “Thank you,” he said giving Asami the biggest grin ever.

His lover’s reason for not wanting to have sex with him was so touching, that Asami had to appear a little gruff in order not to hug him tightly in his arms. “Yeah, Yeah, how long are you going to make me wait?” he said shoving his hips into his partner’s stomach.

Akihito wasn’t fool for a minute. He reached up and placed his sexiest kiss on his partner's lips, before moving downward to the twitching cock, poking hungrily into his body.


It was another two days before the wedding was to be commenced, and they were now down to hours, exactly two hours and one minute.

Akihito hadn’t seen Asami for hours. Right after they had left the bedroom that morning, his lover had been whisk away by Mikhail, Jon and Suoh Asami Chief of Security. They were going to the airport to pick up Asami best man.

He wouldn’t tell him who it was but it was suppose to be someone Akihito already had an acquaintance with.

“Aki, are you nervous?” his sister asked him

“Yeah, a little,” he admitted. “Not of Asami,” he insisted. “But the idea of being tied to that man is a little daunting.”

“But you love him right? This is something you really want?”

“Oh yes,” he assured her instantly, knocking any doubts she might have out of her head.

“Good. Now sit down let me do your hair and make up, before mother gets here. You know how weepy she can be sometimes.”

Mikhail had stuck his head in when they had returned an hour ago. Asami had head straight for his room, taking his guest with him. Both men needed to get themselves ready.


Just before the wedding was about to start, both mothers visited each man separately, and reiterated the same speech.

Because Japan didn’t recognize a marriage between two men, they had arranged for a priest to perform a western ceremony, in which they were going to be married. Insisting to both men rather strongly they considers this union totally binding.


Akihito stood beside his big brother Mikhail just out of sight, waiting impatiently for the music to begin, and they would walk down the isle together. He knew his lover would be there waiting for him.

“Come on,” he said under his breath. “Why won’t that damn organist start the music?”

Mikhail glanced indulgently at his little bro and a smile curved his lips upward. “Impatient are we?”

“Yeah, Asami is waiting for me,” he said simply, trying to peek around the temporary wall.

“He’ll wait. By the way you look very beautiful in that outfit.”

Akihito stopped his twitching and returned his stare. “Hey I’m a guy remember. You’re not supposed to say I’m beautiful. Ruggedly handsome is okay.”

“In that getup it’s easy to say, you are very beautiful. You look a lot like Mama and Marie, dress like that.”

He was about to answer when the music started. Both men looked at each other.

“Let us go little brother.”

They came around the corner in step to the music, Akihito thanking his lucky stars that only a selected few were there sitting in the pews. He would have felt extremely uncomfortable, being before a larger group of people dress as he was.

His glance went to the man beside Asami, curious about who was going to be the best man, and almost trip over his feet. Liu Fei Long. Mikhail felt the slip and slowed his steps even further, while giving Aki an inquiring look.
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Chapter 8


“It’s okay he said under his breath.” He didn’t want to start a war, between his family and that Chinese stinking bastard. Asami that damn ass! How could he invite him here, to my blasted wedding? I’m going to make that man pay for this for ruining my one and only wedding.

Unaware of his lover threats of impending doom, Asami eyes were focus solely on his Akihito. He looked so beautiful, virginal just like he had want, in his traditional white Japanese shiro-maku. Shiro meaning white and maku meaning pure. In many ways that described his Aki. He had gone as far as to don a veil, he really like the idea of unwrapping him.


With each step his Aki made towards him, Asami got to see a better picture of the simple unpatterned white silk wedding kimono Aki and his sister had chosen. They had kept it hidden until the very last minute in order to surprise him, Akihito had told him, when he had asked to see it.

The fuming bride came to stop beside his husband to be, and shot him a furious look. He was so angry that he could almost spit bullets. How could he allow someone whom had kidnapped and repeatedly raped him, come to their most private reception; and stand as his best man to boot. Damn Jackass.

Akihito’s anger was quickly heading towards the roof, but even in his anger, he refused to let this man leave his side. There was no way in hell he wasn’t going through with this wedding. Realizing now wasn’t the time to deal with that problem, he promised himself he would take care of it as soon as they left the reception. He planned to let his new husband know, how upset his careless actions had made him.

The ceremony when off without a hitch, with both men equally and strongly saying ‘I do’ before the priest, family and wedding guest. The one tradition Asami’s mother had insisted on was the Sansan-kudo. An exchange of nuptial cups. The bride and groom would have to drink from 3 different cups, one small, one medium and one large. They would sip from each cup 3 times. It was a tradition that was done to ensure plenty of good luck and happiness in their future union together.

The couple now stood beside each other, both sported beautiful but similar wedding bands picked out by Asami. He had resoundingly refused, to leave such an important and intimate thing up to their mothers.

He had chosen three simple but beautiful rings. A single solitaire four-carat flawless diamond set in a broad eighteen-karat white gold band, that was meant to be worn only on special occasions. Right now Akihito was sporting it on his right ring finger.

On his left was his wedding ring, which was to be worn at all times. It was a simple band, also in eighteen-karat white gold, and around the middle it was circled with a band of yellow twenty-four karat gold. His was the same, white and yellow gold, except the colors on his band were opposite. Instead of white with yellow his was yellow with white.

Asami glanced to his Aki, who was surrounded by females and males alike. They were all raving over the detailed stitching woven into Akihito’s white uchikake, and the fine quality silken material it was made from. Even the headdress, of the bride’s Japanese mother brought out sighs of envy.

Akihito barely heard them. His focus was on Fie Long standing over to the side. His arm still resting on Asami’s while he spoke to both him and Tao.

Asami was dressed in traditional black montsuki, his haori was proudly profiling his family's coat of arms and his white haori himo was tied securely in the center of his slim waist. He looked extremely macho but Akihito barely registered this. His focus was solely on his husband’s best man.

Poor Tao who was dress to the nines, in a western Navy blue double breasted suit, with a white shirt and power blue silk tie, with a sprig of baby breath in his lapel was ignored, by the fuming hatred burning within Akihito.

That Chinese bastard was dress in bridal golden silk trousers and a red jacket. Proudly displaying the Chinese wedding symbols the Shuang Xi, which represents “double happiness” because of its two xi (meaning “joy”).

The characters were placed side-by-side, with the dragon and phoenix symbols together. The phoenix symbol was brocaded onto the bride’s attire as a flaming crested bird with a long tale and symbolizes the powerful Phoenix with her life-giving song.

For the groom, the dragon symbol is mostly brocaded as a wingless male dragon, which symbolizes a powerful Emperor. Both of these symbols represent the Chinese tradition of treating the bride and groom as “Empress and Emperor” for a day, and is rooted deeply in ancient mythology.

Where in the dragon represents the mighty Emperor, with his majestically powerful Phoenix by his side. Any of these symbols can also be woven into the attire of the bridesmaids or the groomsmen attending at the wedding as well. Akihito knew this from his research as a reporter but wondered why Fei Long would choice to wear such clothing at his wedding. It was like a slap in his face.

Pictures were being taken of the grooms and again Akihito really tried to push aside his anger, and to concentrate on the happy occasion. Several shots were taken of them cutting the cake and then several more with Asami being feed by his new bride. Before plenty more were taken with varies family members and invited guests.

They were plenty of speeches from almost everyone; drunken toasts to the couple health and plenty of long-winded stories to go around as everyone partake of the sake that was flowing like water.

Akihito readily accepted all the hugs, kisses and well wishes he received from everyone. Really enjoying the wedding to his true love. The only uncomfortable moment came when Fei Long came over to wish him the best. Akihito had withdrawn closer to Asami body, and held himself still until the Chinese man had withdrawn from his personal space.

Soon after that his sister reminded him it was it was time to thrown the wedding bouquet. Everyone lined up and Aki turned around and through it over his head high into the group.

He could hear the scuffling and shouts as everyone tried to catch it. Turning around quickly he was Tigermalt, one of his friends who knew most of his secrets, stepping on several of the guest to reach up and clutch the flowers tightly in mid air.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Akihito burst out laughing at the scuffle. He wasn’t the only one, several of the guest watching had also found merriment with his friend’s antics.

Asami came and stood beside him a smile on his lips too. “Akihito, what have you done?”

“I didn’t do anything, Tigermalt did it, look,” he cried laughter still in his voice.

“So I see. You really do have some unusual friends,” Asami told him.

“Hmmm,” Akihito agreed.

Looking down at his life partner, the older man felt possessiveness and pride hitting him at once. Akihito Takaba Asami was now his. Tied lock stock and barrel to him, and in the eyes of all whom mattered in their lives.

“We should be leaving now,” Asami whispered into Akihito ear. His voice was pitched low and seductive.

The warm breath sent a helpless shiver throughout the smaller figure beside him and he noticed the blush that spread across his lover’s face.

Pulling him closer against his body, so only he could hear. “You’ll be shivering a lot more very soon” he told him.

Akihito looked to the ground trying to hide the heat that was turning his skin a bright red. “I know,” he answered just as softly.

“Look at me Akihito.”

The younger man couldn’t, his face was still flushed bright red.

“Akihito?”

“Yes Asami,” he answered but still didn’t raise his head.

The new husband turned his partner’s slightly stiff body to face him and slipped a finger under his chin, lifting his face upward; looking deep into the shy hazel eyes staring uncertainly at him.

“You’re mine now,” he stated firmly.

A shy startled looked stared back at him and then a wonderful smile covered his face, lighting up every corner with its brightness.

“Yeah,” Akihito answered simply, then moving forward. Stopping only when he was a short breath away. “Yeah,” he repeated, his arms sliding around the warm body and continued on to close the small distance between them.

Raising himself upward onto his tippy toe, he pressed his lips against his man’s mouth, looking him straight in the eye. Then slip his pink tongue between warm parted lips. Licking and teasing the tongue inside, then slowly withdrew. A smile lighting up his eyes.

“Akihito,” he was warned.

“Yes, husband.”

Without any warning Asami arms snaked out and circled tightly around Aki and brought his mouth down a little to forcefully, crushing and cutting off whatever his partner was about to say.

Asami’s body instantly catch fire from the absents of pleasures this smaller body in his arms always give him, and he rubbed himself against the rich patterned silk brocade kimono, pushing his hardening rod into the folds of Akihito uchikake.

“Eh hem.”

Nothing neither man showed any signs of hearing the voice that was trying to get their attention.

“Eh hem,” it came again.

Still nothing.

A heavy hand came down solidly onto Asami shoulder and forced him back to reality. His head came up, and he furiously turned to the intruder ready to tear into whom ever it was.

Big brother Mikhail stood beside him. A warning look registering in his emerald green eyes. Slowly Asami loosen his hold around the figure in his arms and his eyes traveled, around to the small group of people, that were now surrounding them.

Susannah Arbartov stood apart, from the small group of family members behind her; and about three feet away from the embraced couple, wearing a disapproving looking upon her beautiful face.

Asami didn’t really care. Akihito was now his and there was no way he was going to be letting him go. But he wasn’t above paying her due courtesy.

He pulled back a little and turned her son to face her disapproving face. Still refusing to release him from within the circle of his arms.

“Akihito, it time for you to go change your clothes sweetheart,” she told him. “Marie?”

“Yes mama. Come on Akihito, let go show that husband of your how good you look in something else besides jeans,” and led the youngest sibling away.

Akihito’s only thought was to hurry and change. He was unaware of the stirrings behind him; all he care about at that moment was his Asami was waiting.

“Come we need to talk,” she informed Asami, not looking to see if he was behind her. She spoke he listened, that was what she expected and leading the way out of the room.

Their guest had noticed the small disturbance and had tried to move in closer, trying their best to over hear the private conversation. But the bodyguard, were standing several feet back from the family, had unfortunately squashed their ease dropping efforts.

Mikhail had notice their efforts and turned to dispel their curiosity. Flashing them all his most intriguing smile he address the group. “It time for the grooms to go change. They will be back momentarily. Please keep on enjoying yourselves.” And he too followed the others out the door.

Asami was led to a private office one floor up and made to sit down. His mother came to sit beside him and he was somehow grateful for her support.

“Don’t look so pensive dear. Susannah just wants to explain a few things to you. And I’m her for moral support, to make sure they don’t gang up on you.” She told him, turning her head back to the small group, standing before them and giving the all a warning, with a stare as cold as her son’s.

“As I told you Mia. We just want to talk to him and make him understands Akihito place in our lives,” Mama Arbartov reiterated.

Turning to Asami she surveyed him closely before sitting down directly across from him.

“You know by now that Akihito is my son,” she started. “That means, like all my children he runs some part of my business.”

That bit of new surprised him. All his reports on Akihito had never ever divulged such roots to these people. He was going to have to have another talk with his people, about their information recovery when this was over.

“But first let me ask you something. Why did you let Akihito go to China and be used by that best man of yours, Liu Fei Long? Think carefully before you give me an answer,” she told him coldly.
***
“You know by now that Akihito is my son,” she started. “That means, like all my children he runs some part of my business.”

That bit of new surprised him. All his reports on Akihito had never ever divulged such roots to these people. He was going to have to have another talk with his people, about their information recovery when this was over.

“But first let me ask you something. Why did you let Akihito go to China and be used by that best man of yours, Liu Fei Long? Think carefully before you give me an answer,” she told him coldly.
***

Chapter 9


Asami eyes drawing closer together, was the only sign, her warning words had any impacted upon him, and he stared back unblinking into familiar, but hostile hazel hues.

“I didn’t let him go anywhere, he was taken away from me,” he stated.

“He was taken away from you? Yet the man who took him from you, is now here, at my son’s wedding. At your invitation no less, why?” she asked him calmly.

He wasn’t fool for a minute, into believing that she was calm, about asking him that question.

“It was for business reasons that I invited him. Although we have formed an alliance, there are still groups, which are trying to muscle their way into our individual businesses. The best choice as we saw it, was to show our enemies a united front.”

He leaned forward, making sure she understood clearly, what he was about to say. “I haven’t forgotten what he’s done, too both Akihito, and me; neither have I forgotten how long my Aki had been missing for. I remember every DAMN minute he wasn’t with me” Asami growled out furiously.

That was the longest speech, Mikhail had ever heard the Japanese man, make. In it, he had managed to communicate his love for Akihito, and the loneness he felt with his disappearance. It was obvious to anyone, even those that weren’t unwilling to hear of their love.

Asami felt the reassuring squeeze on his hand, his mother was giving him, and he didn’t turn to face her. Instead he kept his focus on Akihito’s mother, but returned the welcome touch of support from his own; appreciating the fact, that someone besides his Akihito believed in him.

“If it wasn’t for the fact that Mikhail rescued Akihito, he would probably still be in China. Under that China man fist?” she scoffed at his efforts.

“No. You’re son got there just before I did,” nodding to the blonde man standing beside her on the right.” “And not knowing his connection to your family, I came after him, because Akihito is mine. I would give my life for him,” he told her plainly, his unwavering gaze stared right back at her slim, but imposing figure.

Turning to look at Mikhail. “Even after you saved him from Fei Long, another of your men, nearly killed him on the ship,” he reminded her son. “And would have, if I hadn’t done away with him first.”

“That is true,’” he agreed. “And because of his harsh treatment to Akihito, even after I had warned him, signed his death warrant. If you had not done it, we would have,” Mikhail assured him.

“Although Akihito runs a part of the organization, his face is not known,” filled in the Russian boss. “I personally kept his identity hidden to only a few, so he could have as normal a life as anyone else. Them you come along, and selfishly, tear all our hard work apart. Exposing my son to everything we’ve tried to protected him from,” she hissed, glaring angrily at Asami.

“Now, now Susannah,” Mia Asami interjected, refusing to let anyone railroad her son, for what seemed to be a mistake, on both sides.

“Your people did such a good job, that Ryuuichi’s people never knew. Did you dear?” turning to her son.

“No, I didn’t,” he answered honestly.

You could hear the resentment in admitting this action, It was basically saying, her security was better than his was, and it really pissed him off.

“And if you had?” Akihito’s mother asked.

He took a moment to think over, what his actions would have been, before answering.

“I would still have claimed him, but I would have handle the situation differently,” he told her. “Had I known about Akihito’s parentage, I would have known to be extremely careful. He would have had guards on him from the very beginning.”

“I see, and do you love my son?”

“I would give my life for him,” Asami repeated.

“That is good,” Susannah Arbartov said, her unwavering stare demanded an answer. “So would any of my men for me, but none of them have a deep love for me. Do you understand what I’m asking?”

With her beauty? Asami had to doubt her words. He could lay, any amount on a bet, that he could to find a few in her organization, who would beg to differ, but he didn’t say so. He understood the point she was making.

Without flinching in anyway, Asami told her what she had been waiting to hear. “I love him.”

“Above all others?” she tested him, “Including your mother?”

He couldn’t answer that, even with the assuring squeeze on his hand, Asami refused to voice a decision.

“It’s alright dear,” his mother told him.

He raised their clasp hands to his lips, and looked at the woman who had given him birth, stood beside him, and would willing protect him with her last breath.

“My love for my mother, is different from my love for Akihito,” he said clearly, “but both are equally important to me.”

His mother smiled, and wiped a tear from her pale cheek. “I love you too dear.”

Asami’s gaze swung back to Susannah Arbartov, and for the first time he saw a hint of a smile circled her mouth.

“Well said.”

The door leading into the room suddenly opened, and Akihito walked in. Dress the way Asami had always seen him, a simple T-shirt, with some ridiculous logo on it, and a pair of battered blue jeans, that was one step away from being a rag.

Saying nothing to anyone, he walked right up to Asami, and slid into his lap. Put both hands on each side of his face, and pressed his mouth against his.

Asami hand released his mother’s, and reached for the man he had recently married. Drawing him into his arms, and returned the kiss, ignoring all others around them.

“Eh hem.”

Nothing happened. The two men were seemingly unaware of anyone or anything, but each other. Their passion was quickly leading to other things. Things the mothers were sure, they didn’t want to see.

Nodding to Mikhail, to bring the couple attention back around to the situation, she waited as her son did as she bid. Noting he was wise enough to stand behind the sofa, putting some distance between him and the newly weds.

“Akihito, get off your husband’s lap dear, we still talking, and it’s extremely rude,” his mother informed him, after the couple’s greeting, had been interrupted.

He did as he was told. Standing up, and moving to the side. He sat down upon the arm of the chair, next to his lover, with Asami’s hand grasp securely within his own.

His own unwavering eyes met his mother’s and he inquired, “Are you satisfied mother?”

“Yes dear,” she answered with a smile. “Asami, it’s time you change too,” she dismissed him. “Mikhail will show you the way back, and help you removing your wedding clothing, if you need it.”

Both men rose and made to quietly leave the room, letting the others continue to talk amount themselves, and headed out.

“Oh by the way Asami?’ Akihito’s mother called out, when he’d reached the door. “Akihito’s guards will be stay here, in Japan with him, and as usual you will not see them. I will not relinquished his protection just yet.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but didn’t, just closed it and nodded. He was wise enough to know, any protection that was for his Akihito, he would willing accept.

For the first time she actually smiled at him. Her beautiful face lit up, making her appear far younger than her actual age, which he put close to his mother’s fifty-six. He’ll have to ask Akihito more about that later on.

“Welcome to my family Asami Ryuuichi, you are now under our protection,” she informed him.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he said, with a nod and then a bow of respect, before exiting the room.

“Mother…” Asami heard his Aki say, before the door closed.


They were ready to leave, good byes were said, and both men were in the back seat car, being driven away from the mansion, where the mothers had housed the wedding.

Akihito was holding onto one of Asami’s hands, and waving furiously to family and friends, out the window of the car; whom were still standing outside, shouting good luck wishes to the disappearing automobile.

He looked back excitedly at his husband. Akihito liked saying that, and enjoyed what it now means, Asami was officially off limits to everyone, and was now his alone. They were now joined as one, a couple, not just any couple, but a married couple.

Akihito frowned. Asami was looking at his hand, and it was trembling. “What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly.

His husband looked up, seeing the concerned look upon his face, and where his eyes were focused. He assured him he was fine.

“Then why are you trembling?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yes, tell me,” Akihito demanded.

Asami lifted his lover unto his lap, reached down to open the fly of Akihito’s jeans and pulled his semi erect penis out of it confinement.

“Asami, what the hell are you doing. This isn’t the time for this.”

“This is exactly the time for it. Don’t you want to know what’s wrong with me?” he asked.

“Yes, but I don’t see_”

“Nicotine withdrawal,” he told him. “And on top of that I haven’t had my daily fix of you, for long while. I have nothing to hold back the tremors anymore.”

A large hand slid across Akihito’s rising fleshing, bringing the silken rod to attention.

“Asami, I don’t think this is the best time to do this, especially here,” his lover panted.

“You want to help me don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

He leaned in closer, and whispered, “I need something in my mouth.”

Lifting the younger man off his lap, he put him back down beside him, minus his jeans, and slid his lithe frame unto the floor of the car. He pushed those slim legs further apart, and moved in, grasping his lover within his hot hands.



Susannah Arbartov stood watching the car pulled away, with her son, and her new son-in-law. Her eyes followed until the car was completely out of sight.

Turning to Mia Asami, she suggested she return to the party, and reminded her, that they still had guests. She told her, she still had one more thing to do, and then she too would be there.

A quick questioning look was thrown her way, Susannah laughed, saying it was business, and that her new-son-in-law was quiet safe and protected. With that understanding Asami’s mother left to return to their awaiting guests.

As soon as she was gone, the Russian boss gave orders to the three remaining family members. “Marie, I want you to go talk with that child, Asami’s best man brought with him. Keep him occupied for a while.”

“Mikhail, Jon, bring Liu Fei Long to me. It’s time we had a chat, and things were made very clear,” she ordered.
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Chapter 10

Susannah Arbartov eyes traveled with each step the Chinese leader made, as both Mikhail and Jon, who stood guard on each side of the lean figure, escorted him further into the luxurious room.

She could imagine his cautious uncertainty at being singled out, and brought away from the other guest, at what was deemed a friendly situation and brought there, before 'The Russian Boss', as people like to call her.

Hazel eyes never left his slim alert form, and gave him a friendly smile, as she waved for him to sit down.

She knew everything there was to know about this man. Including the small strip leather bracelet he wore on his left wrist, which contained sharp stainless steel needles that were dipped in poison. His last line of defense should he ever needed.

But she wasn't afraid of them. In her youth she'd spent ten years between China and Japan, Learning both cultures in greater details than most, and large part of both cultures were martial Arts.

In that time both she and the children practiced several forms of self-defense and became masters in all.

'Jeet Kune Do', sometimes call 'Way of the Intercepting Fist'. 'Jain Shou' or 'splashing hands', this form is so old that the oral history claims it was developed for Shaolin guards in the 1700s and something they learned in China.

'Lai Tung Pai' a Shaolin style that mixes long and short fist together. 'Shanshou' better know as street fighting. 'Chuo Jiao' or poking feet. Tantui spring leg style.

In Japan they learned Aikido, redirecting the force of an attack rather than opposing it head-on. Jujitsu or the ' art of softness,' or "way of yielding", and Ninjutsu (commonly known outside of Japan as ninja. She'd been a Kunoichi longer that any of her children were born.

In the past she'd even entered several unpublished competitions, designed for the ultimate disciple and won. But that was another era.

She still practiced her art; it would be extremely foolish of her not too and with her position, it could mean the difference between life and death.

"Please sit," she said to Fei long in a soft gentle voice.

The Chinese man did as he was told and waited, very aware of the stacking of the cards against him. "No thank you," he answered politely.

"I insist," she told him, poured two cups of green tea, and offered him a cup.

Fei long watched his host closely, trying to figure why this woman seemed so familiar to him. Her movements seemed vaguely familiar, even thou they had never met before.

It hit him when she looked at him and passed him the cup. Those eyes staring back at him were Akihito's. This woman was somehow related to that damn boy.

Shit. He wondered if Asami knew? Why didn't the bastard warn him, instead of slipping off to go on some blasted honeymoon, and leaving him here like this?

His hand closed around the porcelain teacup and brought the steaming liquid to his mouth, doing all he could to stall for time, knowing the situation had now became extremely dangerous for him right now.

"How's the tea?" she asked.

At the moment he couldn't taste a damn thing.

"Fine thank you," he replied quietly.

She watched as he took several more sips of the hot beverage before she continued with their talk.

"You and I have a problem," she told him. It seems you have interfered with some of my possessions."

Fei long's hand stilled for a moment, as he was about to put the cup back on the table between them and straightened to face the smaller woman once more.

His face was blank of expression and he waited for the soft voice to go on with her explanation, before he replied to her opening statement.

Although her guest kept his face free from emotions Susannah still noticed the surprised look in the other man's eyes.

"You seemed surprised by my statement, Fei long."

"Yes a little," he didn't deny it." However I don't remember doing any business with your organization. The only time we crossed path your organization tried to steal something from me."

Susannah titled her head to one side, her smile disappeared and she disagreed. "Not directly. But you certainly went into my bad book when you removed Akihito from Japan, took him to China without my permission, for an exceedingly long time."

"Akihito has always been under my protection from the minute he was born." She told him. "When your argument with Asami escalated, you crossed the line and involved Akihito. Then further insulted me by taking him out of the country and confining him., you crossed the line and drew my organization into your war," she smiled and took another sip of the beverage.

"Now I cannot let that go unpunished."
Asami that damn bastard, I should have killed him when I had the chance.

"I cannot kill you like I had first intended because Asami is now family and he wouldn't like me taking out his best man. So we are going to have a little competition."

Any relief the man felt returned with her next line.

"Let's go to the dojo."


Six hours later Fie long who could barely walk, was helped into the room by his guards and placed down upon the prepared bed.

Tao rang worriedly over to the bed, "Master Fei long are you okay?" Not touching his grimacing figure. He could see each movement seemed to be very painful for his boss.

"Don't worry," Mikhail injected. "We were all in the dojo practicing and he just over done it a bit."

Tao turned angrily to the blonde man, taking in his neat clothes, which he still wore from the wedding, and disbelief blazed across his little face.

A weak hand reached out and closed around his small trembling fist, stopping the flow of accusing words that were about to erupt from his small body.

"It's all right Tao," Fei long whispered tiredly and closed his eyes.

"Let him rest."

Tao turned back to the two adults. "As soon as Master Fei long is able we're leaving here," he told them arrogantly.

Both men nodded their heads and left the room. Leaving the beaten man to his little charge.

As the door closed behind them, Tao moved to his suitcase and brought out a small wooden box.

He opened it and removed some of the little packets of powders and mixed the necessary ones he needed, before moving back to the bed and gave his master, with a cup of water. Making sure he took it all before moving to clean up his little mess and put everything away.

The patient closed his eyes and tried to shut everything out, letting the medicine do its job. But he couldn't stop his brain from working. Going over the past few hours.

No doubt about it, Akihito's relative had kicked his ass. The small woman was better trained than himself and she'd won. But it hadn't been an easy win. He manage to hold his own for most of the fight, but the blows that got through his defenses were deadly accurate, he comforted himself with thought as he drifted off into a healing sleep. Planning on how to reciprocate the favor to Asami.


Asami lay on his back on the wide bed, one arm bed and supported his head while the other hand draped loosely across his wife's naked back.

He lifted his head and removed his arm. Placed his fingers under Akihito's chin and tilt the smaller head upward to his descending head. Where two pairs of hungry lips locked together in a pleasurable dance.

"Mmmm," Akihito moaned and delved deeper into the teasing mouth.

His small hands eagerly slid across the lithe body, upward to the broad chest and squeeze himself into the warm security of his husband arms. "More," he asked hopefully.

A smirk appeared on those sensuous lips, and Asami dropped a quick peck onto the smooth wrinkled free brow. "Later, " he told him. "We still have somethings to discuss."

"Like what?" his partner asked and pulled himself higher up. His lips exceedingly close to the other tempting pair.

"Your mother?" Asami said in a serious tone.

Akihito pulled himself up into a sitting position on the bed, beside his husband, and sighed. "What about her?"

"Explain."

Akihito looked surprised. He didn't want to talk about his parent at a time like this. But he could see the stubbornness upon his Asami's face.

"Explain what?" he asked, as he drew a sheet across his naked lap to cover his already erect genitals.

"I want to know about her and your father."

"Can I give you the abbreviated version."

"Talk."

"When she was twenty-three she was sent to Japan by her husband, along with Mikhail, who was four years and a two years old Marie Anne. At the time there was a struggle for power in Russia. Gangs against gang. Police against the people and from what I heard, no one could really trust each other. Any way her husband wanted to keep his family safe so he sent then here to learn Martial Arts."

Asami could understand the other man's feelings. He could easily see himself doing the same thing in order to protect his family.

Akihito continued, unaware he's temporarily lost his companion within his own dark thoughts.

"My father was her Japanese instructor that's how they met. His job was to teach her the culture and the language."

Asami raised an eyebrow with that statement but wisely said nothing.

He saw the expression but ignored the silent skepticism and continued. "Anyway somewhere along the lines they had sex. Both my mother and father assured me it was a onetime thing in a moment of weakness. That they had never repeated."

Asami's wife turned his hazel eyes upon him, daring him to say something, but he wasn't a foolish man. He knew the situation of his birth still haunted his Aki to the point where he'd never mentioned it before.

And in order to relieve him of some of that stress, Asami slid hand under the sheet and touched the hard thigh of the man beside him, bringing his attention back to their situation.

Aki smiled, shook his head and hurriedly continued. "I was given to my father's wife to raise, because she couldn't have children. You would think that she would hate me, but she loved me from the very beginning, and always treated me like her very own.

Every summer vacation I spent with my other family. It was my mother's husband's idea that I was kept hidden because they weren't around to protect me. He was a good man. I really like uncle Petroff." he finished quietly.

He could hear the tears in his Akihito voice. Reaching up he pulled his lover back down to stretch across his taller frame, and covered the parted lips with his own. Feeling the lust that rose quickly between them.

Taking care not to alert his Aki to his intent, he led his wife's emotions from sadness to lustiness with a few strokes of his wandering hands, and cover the repeated groans with his sensuous mouth.

Silently vowing to himself to himself to always keep his Akihito this happy.

He drew his head slightly back and whispered, "I love you." Seeing the teary glitter that flood those hazel hues, and he reclaimed his wife's sweet honey lips.

The End


Mama's a tough bitch, isn't she? I could honestly say my mother was nothing like her, but I really like her.

I think this answers all the questions. If I missed a questions tell me know and I'll add another chapter to answer it.

Sorry it took so long to finish but i've been really busy.
Alexander Cee is a vivid writer, who just loves to tell stories of every kind. A strong believer in equality for everyone, and whenever gets the chance will remind others, to never judge a person on their appearances but on there actions.

First posted/2009/05/01/

Asami x Akihito x Mikhail x Susannah x Jon x Mia x Ann Marie
Fandom: Viewfinder
Disclaimer: Belongs to the mangaka,
YAMANE Ayano
Rating: PG13




In all the stories I’ve written so far, there has always been a person or place not really explained. This is the story that will bind all the questions into answers. Enjoy!



MAMA KNOWS BEST DEAR

Chapter 1


It had been a long day for Akihito. Asami had dragged him all over the city shopping. Now his bloody feet were killing him.

He stretched his tired body down unto the sofa; flexing his feet back and forth as he pointed his toes towards the guilty culprit.

“Man my feet hurt. How do women do this every week,” he complained.

Asami took pity on his lover and sat down, drawing his feet unto his lap he easily massaged out the pain.

A wicked smirked crossed his lips. He was enjoying the sounds Akihito was making. It almost sounded lusty, like his body was going into heat.

“Aaaahhaa.”

Akihito lay there enjoying the wonderful feelings in his feet as they came back to life. He looked up and peered at his masseur.

Now that they were officially together his bloody man had decided all by himself that Akihito clothing wasn’t good enough and chuck the whole lot. Donating them to some needy charity.

Not that he had anything against charity; it was just that some of his clothing had been special. Like his pokeman shirt. It had cost him almost a week’s pay.

And his star trek costume. It had come all the way from America and had taken six weeks to get to him.

Arrogant bastard. Telling him he has no taste in clothing. He should give him a bill for every single piece of clothing that disappeared. Only thing is he couldn’t remember every piece. Lucky bastard.

Just because his closet was filled with jeans and T-shirts doesn’t mean he has no taste. He should really show him one of these days how much class he really has. Don’t be stupid Akihito. You can never think like that.

“Hmmm, that feels good.” Akihito moaned.

Asami large hands were certainly helping to ease the tension from his feet, allowing his body to relax more.

“You have wonderful hands,” he murmured.

“Thank you.”

“Hmmm.”

Akihito’s eyes slowly drifted close. His body was relaxed and he eagerly embraced the sleep that threatened to encumbrance him.

A repeatedly annoying sound broke into his peaceful state forcing him to open his eyes.

“Akihito?”

“Hmm?”

“Akihito?”

“Hmm?”

“Akihito open your eyes?”

“Asami? _What is it?”

Asami moved in closer. His hand on the young man hip as he tried to retrieve something from behind him.

“What are you doing, Asami?”

“I’m trying to get your cell phone. It’s ringing.”

He held out the offending object in his hand and glanced at the screen. It was blank. The older man frowned not liking what he saw. He flipped it open and brought it to his ear.

“What do you think you’re doing? Give me that!” Akihito cried, as he gave Asami a dirty look.

He drew himself higher up into the chair to sit up straight and place both feet solidly onto the ground.

“Hello?” he said into the apparatus.

His older lover watched as his Akihito answered his phone. Wondering about the person at the other end. He had learned a blank screen on his Akihito’s phone usually meant something dangerous.

Asami’s eyes followed the smaller figure as it moved around the room. Akihito was becoming agitated. He was moving his body around and swung his hand back and forth with jerky gestures.

He could feel something was out of place again.

Akihito finished the call. Snapped the lid down with a loud click.

“Shit!” He shouted and furiously threw the phone onto the sofa. Watching as it bounced unto the floor. “Shit, Shit, Shit!”

Asami watched him for a moment then bend to pick up the cell phone.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?” He asked.

He’d watched his lover’s stature changed into someone he didn’t know.

Akihito ran a heavy hand through his hair.

“You better call your mother?” He said instead.

Asami raised one eyebrow inquiringly. “My mother?”

“Yeah, your mother,” he repeated unwaveringly.

The yakuza boss did as he was told. Something had greatly upset his Aki. He spoke for several minutes into the phone before hanging up.

His gaze never left Akihito, not once during his telephone call. And the younger man had seen when his expression became completely icy cold.

“Where is my mother?” he demanded.

“Kidnapped,” Akihito answered softly.
***

Chapter 2


Asami looked at him blankly, as if Akihito was speaking in another language. Kidnapped. His lover had said his mother had been kidnapped.

The single word played around in his head. Repeatedly moving from side to side in his brain until it penetrated solidly into his mind.

His face filled with disbelief as the one word finally sunk deeply within him. ‘Kidnapped.’

A killing anger began to build within the darkest pit of his stomach and overflowed filling the room. It’s stuffy presents permutated every corner of the penthouse.

“Who has her?”

Akihito didn’t answer right away; he was furiously trying to think of a way to save a rapidly deteriorating situation.

The yakuza boss moved steadily towards him and the younger man quickly stepped backward, holding out both arms in the air trying to think of a way to quickly calm Asami down.

“I’m asking you where is she?” His voice cold and frosty as a wintry day in the Arctic.

“How would I know?

Akihito hurriedly added. “ I was with you remember.”

The older man didn’t stop until he reached the dinning room table. The offending object stood between them; stopping him from getting any closer to Akihito.

“That telephone call, who was it?” Asami asked frigidly. His whole body seemed ready to inflict some kind of violence.

Akihito sighed he knew his lover wouldn’t hurt him but was very anxious about his mother.

“Let’s sit down first.”

He waved a hand indicating the other man should sit in one of the chairs directly across from him and not waiting for him to sit, he drew a chair out and plopped himself down.

Asami followed suit.

“Who has my mother?”

Akihito placed both palms on the table. He needed to let the Asami see him and know there was no deception.

This was going to be one of the biggest favors he would ever have to ask his lover.

“Asami we’ve been together for almost two years,” He started. “ Many things have come into our paths trying to push us apart but we’ve mange to hold on and now we’re still together.”

“Don’t try to distract me Akihito. I won’t ask you again. Who has my mother?”

This wasn’t going to be easy. He licked the dryness from his lips and forced the first hurdle passed his mouth.

“Let me take care of this. I can get her back without a scratch on her. I swear,” holding up a hand to his chest in promise.

“I will get her back. I don’t need you to become involve in this Akihito.”

“I am involve in this,” he told him. More than you know.

“If you make the wrong people unhappy you might not see her again. Alive or __,” he left off.

There was no need to ask what he meant, the meaning was very clear.

“Let me handle this? I promise to bring her back unharmed.”

Asami felt Akihito’s small warm hands grasp both of his, they were lying lifelessly on the table. This man was asking for one of the largest favors he could ever ask for from him.

Letting some one other than himself handle this particular situation even for an instant was unacceptable. But Akihito had asked that of him. Could he trust the boy with her life?

He had no trouble letting his lover protect him or any of his men but this wasn’t the case, this was his mother. The person who gave him life and had always stood by him no matter how many mistakes he’d made.

This was a person he’d sworn to protect and have protected at all cost, until now.

Could he do it, hand control over to another. He knew the boy had more information than he was saying and was willing to share?

If he said ‘No’ the reporter would be ahead of him. How far he didn’t know. Time was too important a commodity. The wise choice would be to put a couple of his best trackers on him and have him followed.

He opened his eyes and focused on the younger man. “Okay, I’ll give you a chance to bring her back. But I’m only giving you one day. I want you reporting back to me every hour.”

Akihito smiled. A simple trusting smile that moved barely moved his lips. He was making some headway with Asami but he might need a bit more time before he could return Asami’s mother.

“I might need a little more time than that. Maybe a week?”

“No, you have 24 hours.

“Come on Asami even the cops would need more time that.”

Asami grind his teeth together. “Akihito while I’m here with you, someone has taken my mother. You’re wasting valuable time.”

“Give me three days. I swear I’ll have her back by then.” He looked at the older man hopefully.

“Three days. You think you can have her back in three days alive and unhurt?”

“Three days. I promised.” Or at least he could get to her. Have her talk with Asami by phone. That should calm him down some before he went around busting the wrong people’s heads.

“Okay I’m giving you three days but nothing better happen to her. Remember Akihito, you’re the one stopping me from looking for her and I’m a strong believer in a eye for and eye,” he reminded him.

The younger man wasn’t intimidated. He knew where Asami’s mother was and that she wouldn’t be harm. He just couldn’t tell the other man that.

“Thank you.” He said with a heartfelt voice.

He better get going. If they had taken her out of the country he really will need those three days to bring her back.

“I better get going.”

Akihito pushed himself away from the table, and walked around the tempered glass furniture. He placed a kiss on his lover’s upturned lips and whispered, “Don’t worry. I promise I’ll bring her back safe and sound.”

Asami just grunted and trailed behind his Aki as he collected all that he needed for the next three days.

He said nothing more until the reporter was standing at the door ready to leave.
Akihito more into his lover’s arms and poured everything within him into a parting kiss.

“That’s going to have to last you until I come back in three days,” he said and walked quickly through the apartment door.

Asami waited until he heard the closing of the elevator door before moving to the telephone. He placed a call to his Chief of Security Souh Kazumi.

He didn’t wait for a polite greeting. He barked his orders into the receiver.

“Akihito is on his way down now. I want two of the best trackers on him immediately. When he leave the building I want then leaving with him.

A disembodied voiced answered, “Yes Asami_sama.”

When you finished that I want you and your whole team in my office within the next fifteen minutes.”

“Yes Asami_sama.”

“And Souh, No Screw Ups.”

Asami hung up the phone before the man could give him an answer. He walked toward the large picture window and looked out upon the bustling city. His mother was out there somewhere, hopefully unharmed.

He’d promised Akihito he would wait and he will but he couldn’t just sit here doing nothing, that wasn’t his style.

Beside he needed to getting everything prepared just in case something went ___. He couldn’t even say the words.
***
Chapter 3


Akihito left the building knowing that he wouldn’t be alone. Asami was sure to send a couple of his dogs to trail him. There’s no way Asami could keep out of this. He just hoped that his envelopment wasn’t going to cause too much trouble for anyone.

He glanced over his shoulder incognito like, trying to pick out which were Asami’s men behind him. He didn’t see any faces he knew but that didn’t mean they weren’t they. He could literally smell them. Oh well, he’ll have to deal with them later.

If he wanted to get Asami mother back quickly he was going to need some help and reached for his cell phone. Push some numbers on the dial pad and waited. Glancing around distractedly.

Got ya. Asami’s men were there. One was directly behind him about twelve feet away, the other about thirty feet behind him. He turned in the opposite direction from the men and walked onward.

“Yes, it’s me. I’m coming in now,” he spoke into the phone.

Whatever the other party replied with the tracker couldn’t hear.

“Why did you guys picked up his mother?”

Again he tried to hear the other side to the conversation but the distance was to great and he couldn’t risk getting any closer. Damn the boss wasn’t going to like this.

“She’s here? Where? When did she arrive?”

The guard looked up suddenly, startled with the sudden uneasiness in Akihito’s voice. Obviously there was a new player. Could be that Russian broad? He needed to get closer.

“Was she the one who gave the order to grab his mother?”

Damn so close yet so blasted far. Just keep talking I can almost hear the other party.

“I want her back. Alive and unharmed.”

That’s good. Who ever it is was still okay. Come on kid, what the hell have you gotten into?

“Where is she now?”

“What do you mean coming to get me?”

The boy was really unsettled. Shooting off questions rapidly. Who’s coming? Shit the boss definitely isn’t going to like this.

“Can you stop her?”

“No, she’s on her way to your lover’s address.”

“She can’t go there. You have to stop her!”

“I can’t I’m only an employee remember? You would have to stop her. Go ahead make the call.”

“I didn’t want to talk with her yet but I guess I have no choice.”

“Yeah that’s how I see it.”

“I’ll give her a call after I’m finish with you. In the mean time meet me in thirty minutes at the usual place.”

“Right.”

Both men ended the call and Akihito appeared really distracted. Whoever this woman is seemed a threat to his boss’s relationship with Akihito.

His target was about to cross the street. He looked back to see how far his partner was and to signal him to come in closer. They couldn’t afford to loose sight of the kid.

Akihito was already on the other side. He had to catch up to him he couldn’t wait any longer and stepped unto the street.

Loud squealing tires alerted people to step back quickly, as a body came flying through the air; landing with a heavy thud that had people screaming in fear.

The young reporter turned, heading back across the street when a black Mercedes pulled up blocking his path. He moved to go around it but stopped when the window was lowered and his name was called out.

“Hello Akihito.”

That voice.

“Get in the car, Akihito…now.”

He looked at that familiar face in surprise, the sighed. He looked up and his gaze traveled across the street. Locking eyes with the second tracker standing next to his fallen partner. The man move to intercept but Akihito shook his head and nod to the man lying on the sidewalk.

“Akihito.”

Without saying anything he bent and entered the car. Leaving Asami’s men behind him.

The tracker knelt beside his partner. The man was seriously hurt but still alive and aware. With obvious pain he passed the recording of Akihito phone call over to him.

He securely deposited the device into his breast pocket before making an emergency called for an ambulance to get help for his fallen partner. Then he immediately placed a second call to his boss.

Within fifteen minutes Asami and his security team blazed into the emergency department of Tokyo General Hospital. He was met by the tracker and informed of what had happened.

The recording was passed to the security team leader who moved the group of men into a small room before played it aloud.

Asami listened carefully to every word. Then re-questioned his tracker about a few key issues regarding Akihito and the car.

With a frightening determination he informed the group. “I played it Akihito’s way and it didn’t work. Now we play it my way. Find my mother and Akihito. Anyone that stupidly stands in your way…eliminated.

“Yes Asami_sama,” his men uttered.

“Good. Now let’s go talk to the tracker maybe he can tell me something more.”
***
Chapter 4


It has been two days since both his mother and Akihito had disappeared and Asami was no closer to finding the two people closest to him.

His men had put the word out on the street but as yet, no one had come forth. He’d even gone so far as to offer up a percentage of his business, to rival families but still nothing.

Something was very wrong and he didn’t need anyone to tell him this. He ran this city and for something of this magnitude to happen, he knew it had to be carefully planned.

But who, which of enemies had the balls to pull something like this off? The Americans…no, they were too busy with the sudden drop of cashflow they were having.

What about the Chinese, he and Liu Fei Long had settled their differences and had come to an applicable agreement.

The Sicilians, could they have done this? Somehow he didn’t think so. They had been doing business together for years and everything had been going the way it should.

The new players were the Colombians, the Russians and the Vietnamese. His instructions to everyone had been, to watch them all very carefully. If any of these groups shit, he wanted to know about it.

Asami placed a call to Suoh Kazumi, his security chief demanding answers.

“Anything new?” he barked into the line.

“Yes, Asami_sama,” and told him in detailed about this new lead they had uncovered.

The Yakuza boss listened intently then suddenly announced; that he would be joining them.

“When will you be leaving?”

“In an hour, Asami_sama.”

“Good, let me know fifteen minutes before you’re ready.”

“Yes Asami_sama.”

His promise to Akihito popped into his thoughts and he brushed it aside. It had become null and void the minute the boy had disappeared, now it was time to do things his way.

For the next thirty minutes the big boss did his work. Reading and signing his name to future contracts; yet still managing to keep an eye on the ivory camera shaped clock on his desk, a present from his Aki this past Christmas.

A sigh passed his lips and he reached for the small clock. He held it in one hand and gently ran his pointer finger of the other hand across its silky surface. It’s as smooth as his Aki skin but not as soft, he thought.

The peeling sound of the telephone ringing on his desk brought him back to awareness. He carefully set the clock back in its place of importance and reached out to stop the annoying sound.

“Asami,” he barked into the receiver.

“We will be leaving in fifteen minutes Asami_sama,” his security chief informed him.

“Good, I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

Asami hung up the phone and opened the bottom left draw of his desk. Carefully lifting out a small black box, he placed it down before him.

He opened the lid and sat staring at the mechanical device. It was still turned on but the quiet beeping sound it once made, as it tracked his Akihito across the city had still.

“Akihito where are you?” Asami asked the small box.

“Did you find my mother, are you with her now and who was that person in the car you got into?”

To many unanswered questions. He was feeling a great sense of disconnection and lost. This box was suppose to prevent that and it had up until now. Wherever Akihito was his signals was being deliberately jammed.

When this is all over, maybe I should think seriously about getting something for my mother too, he thought.

His telephone rang once more.

“Asami.”

“Sir we are ready to leave.”

Surprise his glance strayed to the clock. Fifteen minutes had already passed.

“I’ll be right there.”

He hung up the phone and slid the small box back into place. Reached beneath his jacket and removed his gun; checking to make sure the clip was full, he was two bullets short.

Reaching into the top left draw of his desk he brought out another box, this one plainly marked and carried the small picture of a bullet blazing across the lid.

After refilling his clip, he slid it back into place and put the small box back where he had removed it.

Shit better get a move on. He hurried out the door.

Since the disappearance Asami’s men walk gingerly around their boss. The once calm man was now agitated and less tolerant of any mistakes.

Asami slid into the back of the automobile and two of his bodyguards followed, another sat in the front with the driver.

The car easily pulled away from the corner and merged with the flow of everyday traffic, maneuvering through the cars with a practiced ease, until it pulled up outside a small insignificant building owned by the Vietnamese.

Four men exited the car and entered the building.

A plain brown car followed behind Asami’s, parking about ten meters ahead of him. It’s single occupant watching the events as she spoke into the small cell phone in her hand.

“I’m outside a small building on Lam Street. It’s own by the Vietnamese.”

“Shit…hold on.”

She could hear her contact speaking to someone else ‘That idiot, you go bring him in now’.

‘Yes sir.’

‘Bring him back in one piece. Akihito wouldn’t like you to hurt him too much.’

They were actually going to bring in Asami Ryuuichi. The voice came back on line.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. When I get there you are to leave immediately. Understood.”

“Yes.”

“Now how many cars did he bring?”

“One,” she told him. “Asami and three of his men went into the building and his driver stayed outside.”

“Good. The black car parked across the street and off to the side. Single person behind the wheel?”

“Yeah, that’s him.”

“Got it. You may go.”

The conversation ended after that and a brown unidentified car pulled away and stop another one hundred meters ahead.

This is a once in a life time chance of seeing the great Asami Ryuuichi get his, she thought and slunk down behind another car and watched the action.

Five cars pulled onto the street within that space of time each car holding a minimum of four men.

Asami’s driver was surrounded and taken away by the first four men. The other fifteen entered the building.

Five minutes later they exited carry a rumpled Asami and all three of his bodyguards. The four men were unconscious.
***
Chapter 5


“Did you have any trouble?”

“A little but nothing I couldn’t handle. Unfortunately he put a good fight and I had to subdue him.”

“You bastard,” the other voice laughed. “Akihito better not be upset over this.”

Asami began to regain conciseness; the throbbing pain in his head was horrendous, everything was so fuzzy it was hard to make out the voices, or understand what they were saying. He forced himself to lie still and not move, just listened.

“Akihito will kick your ass if there is anything too wrong with him.”

“I know that. I only returned a little of the favor he gave to me.”

“You can be a real pain in the ass sometime, you know that. If Akihito wants your head she’ll give it to him on a golden platter.”

“I’m aware of that,” one of the voices replied.

Asami’s curiosity over this new development, over ride his common sense and he slowly opened one eye, carefully checking out his surroundings.

Two men stood at the foot of the bed, where they had placed him on, facing each other as the spoke.

His blurry eyes tried to focus in on their faces, he need to remember for future references in case they should run across each other again. Something he planned to make sure happen very soon.

Blinking several times he desperately tried to clear the fogginess from his brain. He had no choice but to shake some of the fogginess free. The movement alerted the other men in the room and they turned and focus their eyes upon him.

“He’s finally waking up.”

“Don’t state the obvious.”

The movement helped to clear enough of the cobwebs in his head for Asami to recognize one of those voices; his so call new friend, Mikhail Arbartov, Russia’s biggest Mafia boss.

“What’s going on Mikhail?” his voice understandably a little raspier than normal.

“How are you feeling, Asami,” the tall blonde man inquired instead.

He found his body wasn’t tied down and he moved a sluggish hand sweeping it across his face. Good he could move his body. He pulled himself up into a sitting position before speaking.

“Why the hell are you here again, Mikhail. Where is Akihito and my mother?”

“Obviously you’re feeling better if you can lie there glaring and shooting off questions at me,” the Russian informed him.

Asami fixed his stare on both men, frustrated at being thorp by this man and made a promise to himself to never to let it happen again.

He thought they had settled their difference. It should have been a while before they would have had to meet in any capacity.

“Didn’t Akihito warned you to stay put, that he would take care of everything?”

“Akihito does not tell me what to do?” he informed him in a firm voice.

He was beginning to feel more like his regular self. Whatever they had given him was wearing off and his senses were coming back under his control again.

“Don’t fuck with me. Where is my family and…my men?” he threw in.

The tall, gorgeous blonde man blinked at Asami tone. He would not have tolerated it under normal circumstances but this time he was willing to give the other man some leeway, for all he had gone through the pass few days.

“Your family is fine. They should be on their way here now,” he was told. “Your men are all fine too, they’re being treated as well as you are. Now can you stand yet?”

Asami carefully swung his feet to the floor and slowly try to bring his lithe body into a standing position. It wasn’t ready and he tumbled back onto the bed he had just tried to leave.

Both men moved quickly to his side and assist him safely back onto the mattress.

“What the held did your men shoot me with?”

“Sorry about that,” the other man in the room spoke for the very first time, drawing Asami eyes towards him.

The Yakuza boss’s eyes squinted together thoughtfully as he recognized the face. He hadn’t before but he wasn’t paying to much attention to this person.

This was the face of the man who had entered the Vietnamese strong hold behind him. While he and his men were interrogating some of their prisoners, he had come upon Asami and informed him, his boss wanted to speak with him.

The Japanese boss had adamantly refused his offer and a scuffled had occurred, with punches being thrown and he and his men were each injected with something. Then he had woken up here on this damn bed.

“You brought me here?”

“Yes.”

Something about the man’s face kept ringing in the back of his mind. They had met before this, he was sure of it. He fought to remember and then it hit him with total recall.

“We’ve met before this. When Akihito disappeared for over two weeks I found him living with you in that small apartment.”

“Yes.”

Asami remember well. He thought he and Akihito were having an affair and had beaten the man badly; would have gladly dispose of him too if Akihito hadn’t returned and begged for his life.

“Pay back can be sweet can’t it?” the older man said.

A small smile hovered at the corner of his helper’s mouth. “Yes, it can.”

“Let me introduce you,” Mikhail injected. “This is Akihito’s American cousin Jon Roberts. He is his Japanese protector.”

“His Japan…Akihito doesn’t need any more protection. That’s my job,”
Asami stated firmly, he didn’t like what these men were suggesting. He always protected what was his.

“No offence but think carefully about this situation, before you try to dismiss Jon position and place in Akihito life.”

He said nothing, just sat there going over the information he had collected on hand, then he too smirked, tilting his head to Jon. “We’re even now?”

The young man returned the smile with a, “Yes, we’re even. Akihito wouldn’t allow me to do anymore?”

“Think you could do more by yourself?”

“Yes,”

“Enough,” Mikhail injected warningly to both men. “Akihito wouldn’t be happy with either of you if something like that was to happen, now would he?”

“By the way Asami I have a bill for you, and I expected it to be paid, pronto. Your hardheadedness nearly caused a gang war, between your people and the Vietnamese. Who was innocence by the way, luckily none of their men had been killed only severely hurt.”

Mikhail noticed Asami eyes were squinting again but dangerously this time; he refused to stop his scolding, letting the other man know how foolish his actions had really been.

“I paid the compensation they asked for but the apology you still have to supply.”

The older man listened and silently agreed to himself; his behavior of late was not his best, but he would willingly make amends if everything turned out okay in the end. He finally opened his mouth and agreed to their demands.

When the ringing sound of the telephone pealed around the room, it startled all three men as it broke into their private conversation.

Jon reached over and pick up the receiver.

“Yes.”

The other two men waited, quietly listening to the one side that they were able to hear.

“Show them in right away.”

Something else was said but neither man could identify what was said.

“Good, I’ll inform the boss.”

He hung up the telephone and said quietly, “She here.”

The Russian nodded his head in understanding and turned his attention back to Asami.

“You wanted to know what’s going on right? He continued after Asami agreeing nod. “Well all your questions are about to be answered in a few minutes.”

The sound of high heels clicking on the marble tile alerted everyone that she was on her way and was almost to the door.

Mikhail turned to face the closed opening but both Jon and Asami took a deep breath and held it; as a guard, who was posted outside, opened the door.

In walked a beautiful but older woman who carried herself with supreme grace as she took several steps into the room.

On the right of her standing about a pace back was Akihito. His lover was dresses as he had seldom seen him; in a quality three-piece business suit, something he himself would definitely have worn.

Just beside him, looking lovely, as ever in one of those blue double-breasted dresses she favored so much was his mother, alive, unharmed wearing a happy and welcoming smile.



(This Character is from Not Tonight Sweetheart)

File to big had to split it.
Alexander Cee is a vivid writer, who just loves to tell stories of every kind. A strong believer in equality for everyone, and whenever gets the chance will remind others, to never judge a person on their appearances but on there actions.

A Good Day For Asami (oneshot) complete


first posted/2009/04/26/

Pairing: Asami x Takaba
Fandom: Viewfinder
Disclaimer: Belongs to the mangaka,
Rating: PG13

A Good Day For Asami


It has been a week since they’d return from staying with Mikail and Marie at their mansion and Akihito was still staying in the penthouse with Asami.

His body had taken a little longer than usual to heal because his perverted partner kept insisting on his husbandly rights.

Akihito had tried to leave and returned home on two separate occasions. Each time Asami had put a stop to it demanding he’d stay there a little longer.

First his apartment had been broken into and the culprit had been interrupted while searching the place. He’d only manage to run off with his old but new to him computer.

He hadn’t had a chance to put to much data into the system as yet, so most of his files were still pretty safe. At least his collections of antique cameras were safe.

Asami still had the majority of his cameras. He kept them at the country house and the three cameras he’d given him back were safe here in the penthouse with them.

When his lover had insisted that he stay put until the thief had been caught, Akihito hadn’t really mind. He secretly enjoying spending as much time as he could with Asami even, if they sometimes got on each other’s nerves.

Like two days they were having a silly argument over nothing of great importance. Really Akihito was having the argument. Asami had calmly stated his law and demanded the younger man comply.

Akihito adamantly refused to listen and had furiously stomped off to have a shower intending on cooling off his hot temper. He’d needed time to himself to calm down, before he could talk more civil to the other man.

In his distraction of calling his lover every name in the book, he wasn’t as careful as he normally would have been and he’d slip on the wet tiles, seriously twisting his ankle.

He’d had to swallow his pride and call out to Asami for help. Who promptly appeared. He hadn’t said very much, expect to ask what had happened?

He listened silently, dried off his wet skin and carried him through to their bedroom. Making sure he was comfortable and warm before reaching for the telephone to call for a doctor.

By the time the physician arrived Akihito had been dress, with Asami help and was sitting up in bed. His body buried in his lover’s embrace as the older man tried to distract him from the throbbing pain in his leg.

Asami stood aside and watched every movement the doctor made. Something his friend the physician was quick to pointed out.

“You’re hovering around like a married man whose wife was having their first child.”

Akihito was surprised and floor when his lover let the doctor get away with it and said so. Asami smirked and informed him they’d known each other since high school.

Asami’s friend looked down to the platinum anklet around the swollen foot. His sympathy to Akihito’s plight grew. The anklet had to be removed. Asami had flatly refused.

He reminded him that the ankle would continue to swell a little more before it would start to reduce, at that time his patient would be in a great deal of pain.

Besides having the anklet on would restrict the healing process and retard his healing. Asami had finally given in and remove it. Something he’d sworn he’d never do.

Akihito smiled his thanks to the other man as they watched the confining metal be removed. His skin was pale compare to his other leg but he didn’t care. For now he had his freedom once more even if he couldn’t walk. It was the symbol the removal represented.

Asami hurried the doctor to finish and herded him out the penthouse.

As long as Akihito was staying at the penthouse Asami would leave the office everyday at the same time to come home. Always bring their evening meal with him.

But today was different Akihito had called him and told him not to bother with dinner. He was going to see about it and to make sure he was home the regular time.

Asami smiled to himself. His Akihito seemed to forget his regular time was after midnight. It just recently he’d been coming home by six o’clock.

Because of his ankle his mobility was greatly limited and his lack of movement had brought a great deal of boredom to the active young man.

Akihito looked away. Out the window. He needed something to do. He hobbled to the front door of the penthouse and opened the door. Just as expected a bodyguard sat quietly reading a newspaper.

He looked up expectantly. Akihito gave him instructions and a time frame of two hours to get it all done in. As he walked away, he reminded him. ‘Not to say anything to Asami about it.’

He smiled tilted his head to the side and said he understood.

Everything was prepared. Asami’s man had been surprisingly efficient. He gotten everything he asked for and even helped him get it all ready.

Tonight he really felt like that man’s wife as he stood there going over every little detail.

He didn’t want to think like that. Asami hadn’t said it again nor talked about and neither would he. Even if killed him.

Akihito turned to the door as he heard it opened. His Asami entered looking devilishly handsome as always. He came smoothly into the living room and placed a kiss on his upturned lips.

“Hi, I see you’ve been busy,” he said.

Asami was surprised when he entered the room. The lights were dim. The dining room table was set for an intimate dinner for two and soft music playing in the background.

His tempting Akihito sat seductively wearing the red dragon kimono he’d bought him a couple Christmases ago.

Life couldn’t get much sweeter than this, Asami thought to himself.

“Hello, do you want to eat or have a bath first?” Akihito asked.

“Bath I think. Give me five minutes.”

He placed a quick kiss on Akihito’s lips and left the room. Already starting to remove his clothing.

True to his word he was back within the time and now sat watching as his lover served him. Yellow eyes following each movement in silence.

When Akihito innocently asked, ‘How was your day?’ That was it. Asami reached for his wife, mindful of his leg and drag him across his lap.

His arms circled the small waist and held him close for several moments.

“Feed me.”

Akihito was startled at the request. This was something that newly wed would do often or couples deeply in love with each other.

He couldn’t say anything. Just leaned forward letting his hair cover as much of his face as he could and began to do as his lover bid.

His shyness was endearing but that wasn’t what Asami wanted at the moment. He needed his sultry seductress.

Every serving was met with Asami hand sliding higher under the silk material. Drawing teasing circles into the smooth skin beneath his palm. Touching and teasing his lusty lover into wakefulness.

Akihito body was betraying him. He had trouble breathing and his hunger for food had vanished. His body was now craving something a lot more fulfilling that only this man could give.

“Something wrong sweetheart?” Asami asked the squirming figure sitting on his lap.

“No.”

“You’ve stop feeding me, why?”

Akihito hands were balled together in a fist and held tightly in his lap. He shook his head.

“My hands are shaking too much?” He whispered.

“Why is that?”

Akihito didn’t answer; he shook his bent head in refusal.

Asami’s hands slid deeper beneath the cloth, shoving it enough down the shoulder to expose a coral nipple.

“What did you say?”

Akihito felt the warm air brushed against his exposed skin. He wanted Asami. His body needed this man. It was constantly crying out for him but…

“Aaaahha.”

Asami lips locked onto his protruding nipple and sucked the sweet fruit into his mouth.

“Why aren’t you feeding me anymore? I’m still hungry, Akihito.”

He shook his head in instant denial. His hair flying across his face.

“It’s a wife’s job to take care of his husband. Isn’t it Akihito?”

His lips parted on a gasp. Asami’s wife.

“Why?”

Asami had said he was his. They were a couple now. Akihito pulled back from the warmth of his husband’s mouth. His body trembling with his head’s refusal.

He tilted Asami head upward and locked his greedy lips on to the other man sweetness.

Asami gave himself to him and he was Asami wife. A couple. Was the only thing in the younger man’s head. He gave himself over to the thought and wantonly embraced Asami.

Akihito’s were glazed over. His body’s heat was running wild.
“Mine…husband.” He whispered into the opened mouth beneath his.

Asami heard him. He felt a light flutter within his heart as his Akihito excepted this. It pleased him greatly.

Asami pushed the table away rose with his lover in his arms and made his way to their bedroom. He laid him gently down upon the mattress and proceeded to show him how much he meant to him.



It was dawn when Akihito next opened his eyes. The light filtered in through the open blinds. They’d forgotten to close them again. Not that it mattered. This was the penthouse.

He raised a hand to brush the hair from his eyes and something clunked against his nose.

“Ouch. That hurt.”

He pulled his hand away and inspected the offending limb. His eye grew round and his mouth dropped open. There was a gold wedding band on his ring finger.

“What the hell?” I’m not wearing anymore jewelry. Especially something like this.”

He turned his head to face to Asami. He was still asleep. His left hand laid upon his naked chest; sporting an identical ring on his finger.

Akihito hand flew to cover his mouth, stifling the sound that threaten to escaped him. He now had a husband.

Inching closer he reached out and held Asami’s hand. Putting his ring against the other man’s. Inspecting every little detail of the small pieces of gold metal.

His lust was rising and Asami was still asleep. Refusing to let go of his hand he climbed unto his lover and kissed him awake.

Asami eyes slowly opened. Akihito lay upon him. His erect rod pressing against his.

“Good morning husband.”

The End


Too sweet for words, I know.

Sorry no music this time.
Alexander Cee is a vivid writer, who just loves to tell stories of every kind. A strong believer in equality for everyone, and whenever gets the chance will remind others, to never judge a person on their appearances but on there actions.

SURPRISE FOR ASAMI (complete)


Pairing: Asami and Takaba
Fandom: Viewfinder
Disclaimer: Belongs to the mangaka, YAMANE Ayano
Rating: PG13

SURPRISE FOR ASAMI
Chapter 1
Asami was in his office sitting behind his large imperial mahogany desk, listening to the report his henchman was giving. The open file he was working on pushed aside to almost cover the white telephone resting there.

It seemed for the past three nights his Akihito has been secretly meeting with the same man in different hotels around the city. They meetings would always last for three hours, after that Akihito would head straight home and not leave until the next night to do the same thing all over again.

Asami listened carefully, waiting for the man standing before him; to mention more about the other party who seem to be showing to much interest in his Akihito. When no more information came forth, Asami raised his head; taking his eyes off the open file and unto the other man whom squirmed before him.

He stood there frozen. Panic engulfing him and not wanting to show any fear before his boss.

From the look his boss had thrown his way, one wrong word and he was a dead man. Instead he swallowed back the rising bile in his stomach and cleared his throat. Explaining how no one had collect any detail information on the other man with Takaba Akihito. Or had manage to get a clear picture of the other man as of yet.

Takaba's companion hat was always pull low onto his forehead and a scarf and dark glasses covered what little of his face that was exposed. Even their best tracker always seem to loose him when he followed the mystery man.

“Is that all you have?” he asked quietly.

“Yes Asami-sama,” he answered.

As team leader, it was his job to give the daily reports to Asami-sama. But he was busy with the new block of buildings he'd just bought. He hadn't the time to meet with him and hadn't known about this latest development with Takaba Akihito.

Golden eyes seem to pierce through his defenses. He could feel sweat gathering on his skin with each silent moment that passed. His tie grew tighter almost into a noose around his neck. He turned his head from side to side trying to stop the small strip of cloth from choking him. He wanted to reach up instead and loosen the pressure but dare not. He knew his boss would not tolerate any signs of weakness. Instead he waited answering only questions that was asked.

Finally he was told he could leave and heaved a sigh of relief as he closed the door solidly behind him. Glad to still be in one piece.

Asami reached for his cell phone and flicked it open. His wallpaper was of Akihito lying on his back on the bed in the penthouse. His lover's delicate beauty wasn't recognized as his hair covered one half of his face, while the other side was buried deep into the pillow.

He lay nude, except for a single blue sheet that lay low across his hips. One leg was stretched straight out, while the other was slightly bent, serving only to draw his attention to the semi arouse penis pushing again the cotton sateen sheet.

Bruises littered Akihito chest and his regularly coral color nipples were now a ruby red. Showing marks of their recent wild sex.

He frowned, his eyes squinted closer together almost to a slit, never leaving the picture in his hand. His thoughts and plans for his lover taking form. Akihito was his. He'd told the boy that repeatedly until even Akihito had started to repeat it to both Asami and himself.

Now a new man was in the picture, hiding himself from his people and spending time with his lover. He didn't like that at all. He dialed Akihito's number and wasn't surprise that it was quickly answered.

'”Hi Asami,” his Aki's warm tones filled his ear.

“Be at the penthouse for seven o'clock tonight,” he stated arrogantly.

“Sorry I can't do it. I have to meet with someone,” he returned.

“What time will you finish?”

“I'll have research when the meeting over. Can we meet up next week instead?” Akihito asked hopefully.

The older man paused before answering in a quiet tone, “What you're doing is it really important to you?”

Manicured fingers tightened around the phone in a death grip as his Aki replied.

“Yeah, it's really important. I'll be free all next week and can stay with you at the penthouse.”

Anger filled him and he quickly put an end to the call before the boy could realize that he was furious. He pushed the intercom alerting his secretary and barked into the apparatus, “That his security chief has fifteen minutes to get his ass into his office.”

“Yes Asami-sama,” came a voice on the other end.

Ten minutes later his security chief stood again before him. The situation was unacceptable Asami thought.

Asami ripped into the other man letting know that if he wasn't good at his job, getting him the information he needed then he would be replaced.

“Your next report had better be more informative or else your whole team will be replaced. Do you understand what I mean.”

A quick shake of his head follow with a, “Yes Asami-sama,” signified his ready agreement
.
“Leave.”

“Yes Asami-sama,” bowing before he left the presence’s of the other man.



For the past three hours Asami sat in his office silently fuming. Planning his strategy. The stack of files on his desk, forgotten. He knew what he would do and when he would do it if anyone had dared to touch what was his.

His glance fell to the clock, six p.m. One more hour to go. Impatiently he left the room calling his men together and asking his secretary to have his car ready as he reached downstairs.

Three cars easily followed behind Akihito, from his home to another downtown hotel. One car held the security team, which was sent out to gather information on the Takaba Akihito companion. The other team was to follow the companion and gather more information along with pictures for Asami-sama. But the last car held Asami. A very angry Asami. A man whose patience was running very thin.

Fifteen minutes after arriving he exit the car, walked into the hotel, met his men in the lobby and continued to the elevator.

He now stood outside the hotel room's door. A bodyguard stood on each side of him. He stopped listened.

He could heard sharp breathless cries through the oak panels and reach beneath his jacket, remove a semi automatic and with a couple quick movements it was cock and ready to fire.

He blew the lock off the door and entered the room. His anger turned to fury, then manifest into almost hatred as his Aki stood before him. Holding a semi-clad woman in his arms. Akihito's bare chest was partially cover with her long blonde hair.

Akihito tightened his arms around the woman's slightly smaller frame and drew her closer to his body. Trying to shield her from the intruder.

Before he could say anything Asami voice snapped throughout the room.

“Let her go.”

“Asami __ what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you here?” Akihito questioned.

The older man thought the boy's reaction was to slow. The woman was still being held in his arms.

He calmly walked over to the embraced couple and dragged her from his lover's arms by the long hair. Not paying any attention to their outrage cries.

Instead he flung the female towards his bodyguard on the left giving him orders to take her away to the village house.

“Asami wait…what are you doing?”

Asami ignore the younger man and gave a nod for the crying female to be taken away.
***
Chapter 2

Akihito noticed that all three men had drawn their guns and since Asami hadn't holster his neither did the others. Instead they'd lower their arms downward so the weapons in their hands were pointed to the floor.

Asami looked dangerous and ready to kill someone. It didn't take a genius to figure out why. After all it wasn't everyday he found his lover in the arms of another person and a female to boot. But that wasn't the problem at hand. He couldn't let Asami take her outside like that, with her face unprotected.

“Asami you don't understand,” he tried to quickly explain but stopped and shouted to the bodyguard. “Wait!” As he moved to do his boss's bidding. “Let her cover herself first.”

When the bodyguard ignored him and continued to hustle the frightened woman away and out the door, Akihito turned to Asami for help.

“Asami, please…let her cover herself. Don't take her out like that,” he appealed.

Akihito's words erupted the fury of raging emotions inside Asami and he turned furious eyes upon him. The matted black semi-automatic fell unheard to the floor as Asami angrily grabbed the younger man with both hands around the collar; dragging him closer.

His warm breath blowing into Akihito startled face as he growled, 'I wouldn't concern myself with this bitch if I were you. I would be more worried about myself.'

Fear traveled quickly throughout the boy's smaller shivering frame. But too much was at stake for him to back down.

“Don't call her a bitch!” He snapped back, trying to cover the trembling in his body by moving, unsuccessfully to twist away from his angry lover.

Shit, he was actually of afraid of Asami right now. He'd never seen him this angry before. Not even when he'd first caught him and raped him.

Akihito paused trying to think. He took a deep breath and started again.

“Please, don't let her go outside like that,” then added, “Asami...Please?” As the older man stood still not moving.

The yazuka boss stared at his younger lover with unwavering eyes for several more seconds, then grind his teeth together in frustration. Akihito seldom asked him for anything and when he did no matter if it makes Asami angry Akihito always got it.

This situation was no different. His eyes never left Akihito's, not even to grudgingly call the bodyguard back.

Asami removed his hands from the boy's collar, reached down and re-holstered his weapon. Watching as Akihito hastily took a step backwards away from him.

The caused of his problems walked passed both him and Akihito. Her head looking down to the floor. She irritated Asami. He couldn't stop himself and with a deep frustration, he growled out 'Get dress.'

She faltered to a stop just in front of Akihito, slim shoulders trembling with more tears. A fear captured Asami heart. He watched his lover moved forward to the female and knew She meant more to Akihito that he'd first thought. That was something that he couldn't allow and vowed to himself To eliminate this rival from Akihito's sight and to re-teach Akihito a more stronger lesson to where and whom he belong.

When she made no movement to dress herself and just stood their crying, he snapped, “Shut to hell up!”

The younger man moved towards her. Intending to help her into her blouse that lay upon the foot of the bed but stop short. Asami's piercing yellow eyes turned again to him.

He took a deep breath, turned his head away from the other man and continued on his path to his companion. Gently helping her replaced her clothing.

Doing up the buttons and tucking everything in; returning her to a reasonable state before finishing with the hat, scarf and sunglasses that she always wore whenever they had to meet.

When she was dress once more Akihito drew her back into his arms. He could feel Asami's eyes. And raised his head to his lover standing before him glaring at them both.

Akihito glared right back almost daring him to touch her again as his man made a hurriedly step towards them. He drew her even tighter into his arms, pressed his lips to her forehead in a gentle kiss and whispered words of comfort. Never taking his eyes of Asami.

Asami watched the protective behavior of his lover to the crying woman. Listening to the soothing words he whispered and raised his brows in confusion.

Something wasn't right. He didn't like the woman being in Akihito's arms but he could see there was no sexual chemistry between them, instead it felt like the relationship with a family member.

Damn, he didn't like this situation at all. He always hated working with no information.
Although her sniffling was reducing and she was becoming quieter it still got on his nerves along with that weird sound she was making. It was almost sensual.

That's the sound he had heard through the door before blowing the lock off. Asami scoffed to himself. Some crazy dame making weird noises had actually gotten a raise out of him. What the hell was going on?

“We can't talk here. Let's go,” he said looking to Akihito.

He removed his arms from the now quiet woman and quickly finished dressing himself. He turned to see Asami staring at the smaller figure beside him and walk towards him. He touched his arm nudging him closer to the wall, further away from everyone.

“Asami...I need a favor. It's a big one,” he spoke hesitantly and only loud enough for the other man to hear.

Asami tilted his head to the side in surprise at Akihito's words. Waiting. Listening.


“I want you to protect her as you would protect me.”

Surprise showed in the older man's face at the odd request and he felt bond to remind his lover. “I sleep with you not some bitch I've never met before. Why should I help her?”

Akihito eyes flash in anger. “She'd not a bitch, she my__,” he stopped, took a deep breath and tried again.

“Asami please, I begging you,” his hand tighten on the other man's arm in agitation when he said nothing more. “You already have me body and soul. Theirs no part of me that doesn't belong to you.”

“What else can I give you?” He whispered.

Akihito's sincerity touched Asami deeply and he swallowed several times, not sure if his voice wouldn't crack if he answer right away. He tried to cover it by clearing his throat.

“Harrumph_harrumph_harrumph.”

“Asami...we don't have a lot of time left. I'm begging you to protect her as you would protect me?”

Asami was getting tired of the woman and would gladly have thrown her into one of his brothels to get her out of his lovers sight; but knew his Aki would never allow that.

He could smell the danger with this situation, something wasn't right and he needed to be in a more secure surrounding before asking any questions.

Looking at his beloved he said, “Alright,” and turned them both to the other three occupants in the room. “Let's go.”

They left the hotel and were joined by several more men outside. Asami group stood away from the couple, as he spoke with his men for several minutes giving them their orders.

Meanwhile, Akihito struggled with the knowledge that he now had to explain everything to Asami as quickly as possible. He knew his yazuka lover wasn't known for his patience.

Asami had just return to the couple follow by his bodyguards, when a car came speeding around the corner. Two men with repeating rifles were hanging from their waist outside the windows of the moving car, shooting off a hale of bullets towards them.

Asami pushed Akihito downward to the cemented sidewalk and followed, dragging the female in Akihito's arms with them. While two of Asami bodyguards surrounded their boss looking for possible threats from pedestrians nearby.

Screams could be heard as bullets were exchange and people scattered, yelling in fear for their lives as they dove lower for cover.

It was several short minutes before Asami men reassemble around their boss. The yazuka boss rose from the ground, one of his men dusting off his clothing.

“Anyone saw who they where?” He asked.

A round of 'No Asami_sama,' came back.

Akihito also rose to stand. Bring the trembling body of the female with him. He pulled her close.

The weird whimpering sound was back and again Asami silently wish She'd shut up.

“They weren't after you, Asami,” Akihito said sadly, drawing and holding the frightened body closer to his warmth, trying to soothe her shivering. “They're after her.

Asami eyes glittered in the overhead streetlight at Akihito's words his attention now focus to the woman.
***
Chapter 3

Asami knew he didn't like or trust this woman, this situation was definitely her fault. She was the one that had put Akihito's life in danger and because of his promised to Akihito to protected her, it temporally bind him from doing what he really intended to do.

Instead, he's forced to take her under his protection, now that things were escalating out of control. He really needed to know all the details regarding this new situation with his Aki.

“Akihito, you've been a busy boy,” he told his lover. His eyes still focused on the woman in his Akihito arms.

“You and I will have to have a serious discussion about that later on. For now I want you to go with them.” nodding to the two men who stood beside them.

“You're not coming with us?” he asked, lifting his eyes to the older man.

“No, I'll follow in another car behind you.”

Asami watched the small group leave before continuing to talk with his men. Ensuring they understood what he was requiring them to do, before he too got into his car and was driven off, to trail behind Akihito and that woman.

Fifteen minutes from his office, the second attack began. This time the lone car of before was accompanied by another four cars. Each holding a least two men with repeating weapons pointing to the car in front of Asami's.

The yazuka boss was furious. No one comes into his territory shooting off guns and threatening the lives of Akihito or his men.

He pulled out the black matted semi-automatic, the second time in less than an hour, from beneath his jacket and held it in his hand, which rest beside his thigh upon the seat. Hidden away from any outside persons who happen to glance in.

He waited. His men knew what to do. The only surprise in the bunch was Akihito and that woman and he'd given instructions to his men to protect them both.

Asami's black cars were herded into an empty underground parking lot and were now surrounded.

The yazuka boss glance over his shoulder noticing one car slowed to a stop just inside the entrance and realize they were block in. No one was going in or out it seems.

It was time to wait and he had time, the longer they stood in one place the easier it was for his men to find them.

It actually wasn't long, maybe a minute or two, before a car door open and a man step out into the night to stand under the dim lights. Sophisticatedly handsome describe him to a tee.

He stood about six feet tall, with short blonde wavy hair that brush the top of his dark blue two piece suit with a light blue and white with brown stripes ascot around his neck.

He was followed by four of his men, whom where dress similarly except the ascot was replace with a soft baby blue colored tie to accent their sharp look. Obviously his personal security team.

The four men took up their places behind their boss, weapons drawn and pointed to the car in front of him. Their leader lazily stepped forward four paces and call to the woman.

“Marie.” No one moved and he called out again. 'Marie…I know you're in there. Do you want me to come get you?'

Several long seconds past and nothing happen. Each car was silent. Waiting, watching. No one said anything or made a move. The handsome blonde man and his group started forward towards the car.

The back window in Akihito's car opened, sliding downward and Asami heard the younger man's voice as he greeted the stranger.

Listening carefully, he was surprise that they both knew each other very well. He thought he knew everything about Akihito. His family, friends and even his past lovers, not that they were many of those. It seemed there was a hidden part to his lover's life that he didn't know. Definitely something he will have to correct after this situation has been handle.

Akihito exited and closed the car door behind him. He stood there looking angrily at the other man.

“That idiot, what the hell is he thinking!” He was personally going to blow away both guards if anything happen to Akihito.

Asami watch in disbelief as Akihito walked towards the men. His heart beating loudly in his ears.

Fear claimed him, not for himself or his men but for his Akihito. It ran fiercely through him, every second his beloved stood out there conversing with the stranger.

Finally Akihito turned his head towards Asami's car. He knew his lover sat in the car watching every movement that was made.

He spoke loud enough that the older man could hear him. Reminding him of the promise he'd made to him less than an hour ago in the hotel room.

Then Akihito's mouth moved into a sad smile that couldn't quiet reach his eyes and he clearly said 'I love you'. Turned and follow behind the blonde leader and his entourage into the car disappearing from Asami's sight.

The minute he realized what the boy had intended to do and did, by following the other men into their car, Asami hurriedly made to exit his own car with every intention of bring back his Akihito.

He reached out to the handle of his car door, but his hand was grasped firmly in a strong grip and pulled backwards, by his security chief. He held his hand, stopping Asami and refusing to let him go.

The boss turned, eyes flashing daggers to the other man, who has been with him for over ten years and had personally saved his life countless of times.

“Let go.”

The softly spoken words held a deadly weight.

“You mustn't go Asami_sama,” he said. “You need to think before making a move. For now he will be okay.”

The yazuka boss raised his right hand up to the level of his bodyguard's chest and pressing heavily unto the other mans' heart knowing he could feel the cold steel.

Suoh Kazumi, age 43, blood type B positive was about to die and blinked away the bits of his past that flash before his eyes in slow motion.

He didn't look down, he knew his boss still held the gun in his hand. He could feel it pressing into his flesh and at this range he couldn't miss.

He had to be careful if he'd said the wrong thing Asami_sama wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

This was one small negative side of his job that he didn't like, how easy it was to die.

Asami_sama had always been fair and very logical in his business dealings with both his clients and his men. But any matter dealing with Takaba Akihito was another thing all together.

Asami sent the man a death glare that slowly turn into respect; his security chief firmly stood his ground not backing down, when his boss was about to make a very costly mistake that might have cost one or more lives.

“AAAAAAAHHH!” Asami growled loudly. The sound traveled around the small confined space of the car, echoing his frustrations.

Asami holstered his weapon and turned his head back to look outside the window, watching the last car retreat taking Akihito with them.

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Thinking he'd nearly pull the trigger and kill Souh Kazumi, a man whom was only doing his job. To protect him.

He shook his head in disbelief. He knew the other man knew this and still stood up to him and did his job, even when his boss was about to act like an ass and could have gotten everyone kill, including his Akihito. He'd have to do something for him...later. Right now his Aki came first.

“Find out where they are taking him. I want a car ready to follow them immediately and have them report in when they've found him.”

“Yes Asami_sama.”

Asami wasn't listening as his bodyguard spoke into the small cell phone in his hand. His thoughts were with his missing lover.

He could easily find his Akihito now. Since the last time he'd run away, Asami had put steps into place to make sure he could always find him.

He now demand that Akihito wear several beautiful pieces of jewelry, a silver bracelet on his wrist, with a wild cat drawn where his name should be.

A necklace, also in silver with a small pendant of a camera hanging from his throat, and the last piece he wore, was a three inch solid anklet bracelet made from platinum, that had to be sawed off in order to be remove.

Akihito would always try to fight him on them but eventually always end up wearing them which made the older man's life much easier.

He had put that little beauty of an anklet on while his lover slept. When he'd awoken and saw it, Akihito had gone ballistic calling him all the names in the book as he tried to take it off.

When he couldn't, he demanded that Asami removed it right then and there. Asami grinned, remembering how it had taken him hours to calm the boy down enough to accept the three pieces of jewelry.

He was certainly glad he'd resisted and hadn't removed any like he was tempted to. Because each item held a powerful tracking device that would allow Asami to find him almost anywhere in Japan, and bring him back home where he belong.

Asami waited for the other man to finish the telephone call, then got out of his car. Both men headed towards his other vehicle several feet in front of them. He wanted answers and that bitch knew what was going on. She was going to have to talk and fast.

He ripped the door open, bent forward to get in and pause. He was looking down the barrel of a silver semi-automatic.
***
Chapter 4

He knew the gun in her hand belong to him. It was the spare he kept hidden under his seat in this car. He frowned knowing Akihito must have given it to her.

But by giving her this specific gun, Akihito was leaving him a message that was only meant for him and now he had some idea what the boy wanted to tell him before he left the car.

Asami looked straight into her green eye and ask, “You planning on using that?”

Her eyes flashed dangerously at his tone and she lowered her head, hiding her expression from the man. Then dropped her hand and released the gun unto the floor of the car. While both men attention was still drawn to her, she drew her hands to chest and clasped them together, drawing attention to her ample breasts and started to sniffle.

The more Asami watched the more annoyed he became. He turned away
and spoke directly to the driver. “Let go.”



Asami led her into his office and was followed by his security chief. Both men watching as she remove her head and facial gear.

His secretary had brought the woman a cup of peppermint tea to help her relax and then left immediately. She now sat quietly drinking it, greatly enjoying the hot beverage.

When the cup was finally laid back upon the tray, she shyly raised her eyes to his before hurriedly looking back down again. Which seem to irritate Asami more.

He grind his teeth together and took a deep breath. First introducing himself then lean forward and introduced his security chief.

The big man stepped forth to stand beside her. His sandy brown hair several shades darker than hers.

The large solid mass of his body soften, and he turned a pair of warm brown eyes in her direction and smiled.

“Ma’am. I'm Suoh Kazumi, chief security and one of Asami_sama personal guards.”

Again she shyly raised her head. This time to greet the big man in the black suit. Her emerald colour eyes held some degree of fear.

Hello…nice to meet you.” she said hesitantly.

Suoh Kazumi felt his heart flutter with her beauty. Her almost waist length blonde hair shining with good health, looking soft and silky to the touch. Her voice had a sexy sultry tone that caused his cock to spring to attention.

He had a sudden urge to carry her right there to the floor and bury himself so deep into her they would need the jaws-of-life to pry them apart.

He glanced at his boss. He was watching them with an amused look upon his face. Suoh step back, returning quietly to his seat, his eyes not quite reaching his boss's.

Asami eyes followed his bodyguard, watching his nervous expressions with slight amusement; which didn't last as he turn his attention back to the mystery woman. In fact, it faded instantly.

“Now tell me. Who are you?” he asked in a low voice.

She sat with her hair stuck neatly behind her ears and both hands clasped together in her lap. Her back straight and head held high like a little girl and stated. “My name is Takaba Ann Marie. My family calls me Marie but I prefer Ann. I like people to call me Ann__,” she prattled on.

“What is your connection to Akihito?” Asami interrupted.

“I'm Aki's wife,” she told them simply and softly. “We been married for almost six years. We got married pretty young. We were only seventeen and still in high school. But I always wanted to be his wife and when he ask me I couldn't say no.” She reach into her large chest and brought out a gold chain, a wedding ring swung from the end. “This is the ring he gave me.”

The more Takaba Ann Marie spoke, the more Souh Kazumi cringed on the inside. His cock shriveled back down in a state of utter defeat and his lust vanished just as quickly as it came.

He threw a side glance to his boss. His expressionless face was at first was very deceiving. In fact he appeared calm but if you look closer you would see a tightening within his body.

Asami said nothing his hold body clenched together as if he'd receive a great blow. He just sat there looking at the woman across from him. His face blank.

Finally he moved, sat back in the chair, and drew both tight fists across the beautiful wood of his desk as he straightened. They landed with a thud on his thighs. No way could this woman be his Akihito's wife. Asami was sure of it.

His men would have already found out something this important. But they are very close he argued with himself. There's no way his Akihito couldn't have held had held her in his arms. Burying his body between those thighs of hers. If he was here right now..... He'd...he'd...he really didn't know what he would do?

Fighting to keep a calm grip on the situation and not kill her like he wanted too, Asami clenched his teeth together and continued his questions to her.

“ The man that has Akihito now who is he?”

Her facial expression change again and she lowered her head. A spray of blonde strands glide slowly downward. Covering her face, her shoulders and stopping at her ample breast.

Asami was slightly impressed. Every movement this woman made was sensual, maybe she could teach Akihito that trick. Then again not, Akihito was sexy enough without trying.

Asami could see she was stalling. She sat there gently pulling her dress down over her knees and playing with the tiny pleats as if nothing was wrong now that she was saved; at least she thought she was safe. If anything happen to Akihito because of her Asami consider his promise to his lover null and void. And she would definitely be a dead woman.

He asked her again. 'Who is the man that has Akihito?'

It was just a matter of time before his men have all the information but by her answering his questions now, it would help him find Akihito faster. Hopefully giving Asami enough time to stop Akihito from doing anything silly, that might get his beautiful body hurt.

Again she didn't answer and Asami felt like showing her why he was the leader of the largest and fastest growing family of yazuka in all of Japan.

Instead he reach into the top draw of his desk, searching for something. His hands found the small tube he kept in his draw. His fist closed angrily around it crushing it contents over his hand.

He threw it to the back of the draw and withdrew his hand. His face blank as he just sat looking at the offending limbs.

Asami reached for several tissues from the box at the corner of his desk and wiped his hand before continuing his search.

He came up with what he was looking for. He hadn't smoked a cigarette in a long time, he'd promise Akihito he would quit and had kept his promise. He'd only kept this pack around as a memento.

Asami felt like he needed one. He'd just place one between his lips and was about to light it up when she spoken again.

“Please don't light it. I'm _I mean we are having a baby,” she said shyly. “This will be Akihito first child and I'm trying to do everything right.”

“What did you just say?” Asami growled looking at the happy woman. His
yellow eyes flaring with anger.

Takaba Ann Marie arms circled her stomach with a protective gesture. Fear crowded in her beautiful face as Asami words carried around the room.

When she didn't answer Asami rose and threw the crush pack of cigarettes unto the floor. Turn to Souh and dismiss him.

“Get out!”

Souh looked startled. Asami_sama was livid. He hadn't expected this from his employer, he'd always remained calm but this situation was showing him a side of his boss that he didn't know and had never seen before.

His boss didn't like tears and actually detest woman who uses them to get what they wanted. Takaba Ann Marie has always shown tears when spoken to by Asami_sama and he wasn't sure, if this was the right move to get the information they needed.

He hadn't move and now had the full attention of his boss.

“Asami_sama.....?” he trailed off.

“I said get out, NOW!” he roared.

The security chief rose, bowed his head towards his boss and left the room. Closing the door quietly behind him. This wasn't good. He'd never seen his employer this angry before. He had no idea what to do. If he try to save the woman they both would end up dead. But if he let him get rid of her and Akihito found out...? Shit, Damn, Hell and back, he swore.

Souh moved around the outer office, waiting for the screams. He was sure that they would come any minute. He felt uneasy. Pacing back and forth really wasn't helping.

He was just about to sit down when Asami_sama office door open and the man himself came out. His eyes followed his boss, as he poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down.

Asami sat down across from his security officer and drank his coffee, saying nothing. He needed time to think. To focus his thoughts, and settle himself before going back into his office.

Right now he could easily kill her for this. Akihito's baby. Fuck, that sneaky conniving bitch. She probably planned this to take away my Akihito. No DAMN way is he giving up Akihito. He's MINE__ But a little Aki junior. Damn bitch.



Twenty minutes later he was still there, staring at the empty coffee cup in his hand. He hadn't came to any decision at all. He needed to talk to Akihito.

Times up he told himself. You can't stall any longer. He rose. Open his office door and walk in. His eyes traveled downward, following the trail of cigarette smoke to the parted lips of his Akihito wife.
***
Chapter 5


Asami continued walking into the room until he reached his beautiful mahogany desk.

He trailed a finger along its smooth surface as he moved to sit behind it.

He turned to face her, noticing the crystal astray that was usually kept on the corner of his desk had been moved away. It now lay beside her.

He’d watched as she’d hurriedly taken the cigarette from between her parted lips and crushed it not to gently into the ashtray.

Asami raised one eyebrow in an inquiring fashion. Opened his mouth to speak and Takaba Ann Marie quickly jumped in, trying to explain herself.

“It was a craving. I’ve never smoked before,” she cried, moving her shoulders up and down in a helpless fashion. “You came back to quickly. I never thought you would come back and caught me.”

He’d seen the way she held and smoked the cigarette. No way this woman was an amateur. If he hadn’t come back when he did, she would’ve probably been blowing circles into the air by now.

“How far along are you?”

Her face went blank as if she didn’t have an answer for the simple question. Asami hand tightened in his lap.

Her face cleared and she beamed, “I’m three and a half months along.”

“Don’t you think smoking can hurt the baby that Akihito wants so badly?”

“I don’t think so this one time,” she replied hopefully.

Asami’s telephone rang and he reached for the receiver. Thank god. He needed to do something with his hands or he would choke the life out of the lying bitch.

“Asami,” he said into the phone.

He listened to the voice on the other end and closed his eyed with relief. Some of the dangerous tension fled his body and he breathed a sigh of relief. His men had found Akihito.

Suddenly his eyes opened and clashed with the lying bitch. He paused the telephone call, then asked his secretary to come in. He had her make arrangements for the women in front of him; at a high security hotel he owned.

“Make sure they’re always four guards with her at all times. I want her kept safe.”

His secretary nodded her head in acknowledgement and both women exited his office.

He resumed the call and spoke for another fifteen minutes. He now had a name to go with the face Mikhail Arbartov. Russia’s biggest crime boss.

He rose excitedly and walked briskly to the door. Bellowed to his security chief to get in there and close the door behind him.

Asami led the way into the middle of the room, then turned. “Your men knows where Akihito is. Touch base with them and give me a complete report on every person evolved in this mess.”

“Yes Asami-sama.”

“And detailed map of where they’re staying. You have six hours,” he added.

“Yes Asami-sama.”

Souh bowed respectfully and left the room.


Asami and his elite force of eight men were inside the gates. They were all dressed alike. Dark clothing, bulletproof gear and a repeater weapons in their hands.

The rest of his men had taken up prospected places around the walls; no one was to go in or out until they return with Takaba Akihito.

They quietly worked their way into the main hall of the huge mansion. Each man functioning like part of the perfect team. They rounded a corner and stop. Mikhail Arbartov and his four men security team stood before them. Weapons drawn and pointed straight at them.

Several deadly seconds past. No man spoke. Suddenly a smile appeared on the reluctant host’s lips.

“Welcome. I’m Mikhail Arbartov,” he introduced himself.

“Where is Akihito?” Asami asked. His gun pointed straight at his enemy’s heart.

“Aahaa,” he exclaimed. “That’s why you’ve come to visit us. Well Akihito said you would come.”
He turned to his men and waved his hand. Each man hand fell and slid their guns out of sight.

“Come Aki is waiting. You know how impatient he can be.”

Mikhail turned leading the way down the hall. Asami and his men cautiously following behind the five men, their weapons still held firmly in their hands.

He stopped outside a room and waved a hand to the door. Indicating Asami should enter.

He walked slowly into the room, taking several small steps and stop as the door closed behind him. His attention heightened on full alertness. His eyes traveled quickly around the room, taking note of his surroundings.

Two closed doors neatly lined one wall. Pistol raised he walked forward to check both out.
One was a closet. It was empty, except for Akihito’s clothing. The same clothing he’d worn the day he disappeared.

The other door held a plain and sterile bathroom; the kind that could be found in almost any two or three star hotel.
Asami then moved to the center of the room. His Akihito was there, laid out upon a queen-sized bed.

Both of his arms stretched apart and his wrists handcuffed to the headboard. His beautiful lips covered and hidden behind a black silk scarf. Someone was going to pay for this, he thought.

He glanced at Akihito’s eyes expecting to see some degree of fear and relief instead he was greeted with laughter and a sensuous look all rolled into one.

He placed his gun down unto the pillow and removed the loosely tied offending silk scarf.

“Happy birthday baby.”

Asami blinked in utter surprise. Tomorrow was his birthday. He’d completely forgotten about it. Not that he really celebrated the day. But to actually forget the day on which he were born, showed how much this crazy situation with his little wild cat had to answer for.

He’d taken priority over several business matters that had to be temporarily pushed aside. He really did have a very troublesome lover. He thought with relief. Still it was nice that he showed he cared.

Asami looked down into the eyes of the younger man; his lover returned his stare with an unblinking gaze. He felt his chest swell with happiness, pride and most of all love. He blinked several times, giving himself time to control his emotions.

He wasn’t going to be distracted until he had satisfactory answers to his questions. He didn’t need all answered right away but the top three were very important and were plaguing his mind.

“Three questions Akihito,” he said maintaining eye contact.

“Who is she?”

“A friend,” came out of the tied up man. “A very good friend.”

He’d already fingered that out. “Second question. When was the last time you slept with her?”

“Never.”

So the baby wasn’t his. Good. “Finally, why this charade?”

Akihito looked away for a moment, feeling kind of silly having this conversation like this. He was tied to a bed while Asami grilled him. Then again that didn’t seem so unusual.

“I wanted you to have a memorable birthday.” He told him. “One that you won’t forget too soon.

Asami eyes glittered in the weak lighting and Akihito felt a slight feeling of apprehension over what he’d put Asami through. But he wasn’t going to forget the birthday not for a long time, he knew. And that what he really wanted.

The older man walked to the end of the bed and pulled the sheet all the way down, to lay in a pool at the end of the mattress. His smirked grew into a full smile. His Aki’s leg where also pulled wide apart and shackled at the ankles to the footboard of the bed.

He was wore nothing but a black silk thong. The matching set to the silly scarf that had recently covered his mouth. The thong closed in the middle, with about an inch and a half of cloth on each side of the split that tried to cover his genitals.


It wasn’t working. Akihito’s penis had parted the material and had twitched it way to freedom.

Asami returned to the pillow at the top of the mattress. Picked up his black matted weapon and threw the clip down unto the edge of the bed. He pressed its coolness against Akihito’s warm cheek and slowly dragged it across his nipples. Rubbing the flat surface across the younger man chest.

Coral nubs perked to attention. They were met with the slight texture of a rough pink tongue as they were pleasurably teased.

“Mmmmm.” Akihito began to pull on the chains. His body was beginning to resent its confinement.

Asami continued with the empty gun; moving the cool metal against Aki’s heated skin. He traveling on downward to the sunken navel, running the metal in a circular motion around his belly button. His teeth grazed over Akihito’s ribs; then settled at the center of the parted legs. He pressed gently unto his lover’s testicles.

“Aaaaahha…Asami.”

The older man moved lower centering himself between the young man legs. Throwing the gun down carelessly beside its other half and cup his lover rod with both hands.

Heat flooded Akihito’s body. He wanted more. He lifted his hips as high as he could of the bed; meeting Asami face as it was coming down. Tears pooled in his eyes as a hot mouth closed around his throbbing flesh.

“Mmmmpph,” escaped him.

He closed his eyes enjoying the sensations as Asami’s tongue licked at the liquid from his shiny slit.

More, he needed more. He felt Asami mouth left his cock. His eyes popped opened and he stared at the man who calmly sat between his legs.

“Asami,” he begged. “Do something.

He leaned forward once more and licked at the juicy liquid that had over flowed from Akihito’s cock.

Akihito groaned “Aaaahh.”

Asami mouth moved up and down. Drawing pleasure from deep within him. His cock twitched in happiness.

“Is that good?”

“More I need more.”

Asami kissed the tip and waited.

Akihito was close to cuming. He’d lain there naked with thoughts of Asami driving his huge cock up his ass for the passed hour. Now he’d barely touched him and he was going to come.

“Don’t stop, he pleaded.

He opened his eyes. He knew the blurred figure in front of him was his Asami. His body only opened to such a state for one man.

“Asami?”

“Yes Akihito?”

His body couldn’t take anymore. He couldn’t understand why Asami wasn’t moving. His body was screaming for relief.

“Asami continue,” he begged again.

“Yes Akihito.”

Grasping his lover’s cock in his hand and engulf the weeping crown in his mouth. His hand moving up and downward in a pumping motion; from his balls and up.

Akihito’s head rolled from side to side when Asami large hand traveled to his chest rubbing his palm across his nipple.

“Aaaaa hha aa.”
One thought filled Akihito’s head. Completion. He was going to cum. Yes he wanted to pour himself right down Asami throat.

Asami stopped. He could feel Akihito was very close and want to get his agreement before he did.

Akihito’s glazed eyes open. Tears flowed freely down his face as his body began to whine in pain.

“Asamiii_?”

“Akihito_Akihito,” he repeated, when it appeared the boy wasn’t listening. “Listen to me.”

Akihito began to moan out loud. His helpless body tossing and turning in desperation.

Asami grabbed his cock at the base and held it in a firm grip.

“Akihito.”

“Yesss_why?” he whined.

“Don’t ever pull a stunt like that again. Do you understand me?”

Tears kept pouring from Akihito eyes. His body was hurt. Every muscle was being tensed with pain.

“Akihito, you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yesss,” he whispered back.

Asami eased his grip on his lover’s ruddy cock and swallow him deep in his throat. The chain clang together as the body beneath him jerked upward driving for relief.

His tongue played with Akihito’s slit as he retreated. Repeating the process several times until a pitiful moan escaped his Aki.

“Asami_Oooooh.”

He’d play with him to long. His pleasure was now becoming a full body pain. He had to finish this as quickly as he could.

He rubbed his lover precum unto two of his fingers and pressed firmly onto the rim of his tight hole. Pushing until he was welcomed and accepted by Akihoto’s body.

Searching and found, the small switch that would send his lover over the edge.

Coupled with the heated movements from his mouth Akihito’s body went wild shoving his throbbing cock as deep as it could go down Asami throat.

“AAAAAHHHHAA, aaaha, aa, aa.”

Hot liquid poured into the waiting mouth. Greedily swallowing up the rich liquid that flooded his lips. He didn’t move till the heavy flow stopped its meagerly trickle.

Asami rose from the bed. Pulling the sheet back up to the chin. Covering his naked lover. He slipped his hand under the cotton material and removed both his gun and clip.
Reassembled them and slipped it back into his holster.

Whispering, “I’ll be back soon.” He bent low and kissed his exhausted lover.

Akihito got his second wind just as he opened the door and was about to walk through.

“You fucking bastard. You didn’t have to do that. You went too damn far.”

Asami turned back to his lover. “Yes I did.” Before walking through the door and gently but firmly closed it behind him.

Asami eyes locked with Mikhail Arbartov. His friendly face now wore a mask of concern. He continued closing the door firmly behind him. Asami looked at his head of security.

“Guard this room. No one goes in or out and that includes the both of you.”

He then turned to his temporary host. “Let talk.”
***
Chapter 6

“With pleasure but let’s do it in my office. This way.”

Mikhail led the way. His four guards trailing behind him.

Asami followed the same path him men minus two with him. Their weapons still drawn and held firmly in they hands but pointed to the floor.

Both guards remained outside as the bosses entered the private room. The quiet click of the lock secured the privacy the men were going to need.

“Sit, please,” Mikhail indicated as he too sat down behind his massive desk.

Each man sat quietly sizing up the other. Both were powerful bosses in their respected countries with enough money and clout to bring down a small country.

Makail smiled but Asami spoke first.

“Why is Akihito here?”
The other man expression held surprise. “I thought he had told you. You where with him for a while?”

Asami said nothing just waited.

He sighed. “Akihito wanted to surprise you for your birthday. So he asked me to help him with his plan.”

“Akihito just happen to have the telephone number to Russia’s largest Mafia boss?”

“Oh yes,” he said with a smile. “And a good few others. Ever wonder how he gets those interesting pictures to go with the not always so good stories.”

Asami eyes squinted closer. He didn’t like what he was hearing. His file on Akihito was becoming worthless.

“Would you like something to drink?”

The door opened and both men head turned. Takaba Ann Marie entered the room. Her stunning figure now dressed in a tight pair of black leather pants and a silk shirt the color of her long blonde hair.

She glided effortlessly across the room to stand beside Mikhail.

“Hello brother.”

“Everything went okay?”

“Yes. He treated me very well,” nodding to Asami. “Considering the information he had.”

“My men where are they?”

“Oh you mean the four men you left to guard me? I gave then a little coffee with some sleeping pills added and left them sleeping as soundly as babies.”

The yuzaka boss said nothing more but listened to the conversations between the two siblings and a picture began to form. Filling in the pieces to Akihito’s crazy scheme. But there were still some questions unanswered and he was determined to be satisfied.

“You thought nothing of shooting up a street filled with people,” Asami asked breaking into the sibling’s conversation.

The Russian Mafia boss smiled.

“Come now. We’re not that irresponsible. We shot a few blanks into the air. Hired a few actors and there you have it, a scene out of any movie.”

Asami was impressed he’d mange to fool him. Normally he would have already figured that out. Another strike against his Akihito.

“You’re not really married to him are you?”

“No. It was Akihito’s idea. He thought it would be more dramatic,” she said and shrugged her shoulders. Her breast moved up and down drawing Asami attention to the area.

Another strike.

There is no child?”

“Sorry, nope.”

Another strike. He’d like the idea of having a little Akihito.

“What child?” her brother asked.

“Aki thought it would sound more believable if I had said that I was pregnant.”

Her brother laughed. “That would be like me getting you pregnant.”

Her laughter joined his. “Yuck. Incest.”

Asami wasn’t sure what he was hearing. Could Akihito belong to their family somehow?

He stayed with the pair for another twenty minutes talking. Almost everything had been cleared up except their connection. Somehow Akihito had called them over to Japan and they had come immediately; that was obvious. And they’d even went so far as to help him created this hoax was even more amazing.

He realized he wasn’t going to get any more answers for the brother and sister pair. But he had another source. He happily left the couple and returned to his glaring lover.

Three days later Asami and his men prepared to leave the mansion. Everything had been explained in detail to his satisfaction. Everything, except how Akihito had come to have such close ties to the Russian Kingpin family.

He knew it was just a matter of time before his Aki would tell him. He’d make sure of that.

His men hadn’t found the thread between the two families as yet but it was obviously there. For now, he wasn’t too concern about it but it was something he would have to keep an eye on in the future.

He and the Russian boss hadn’t become fast friends, like Akihito would have wanted. But they had spent a little time together and agreed to be future business acquaintances.

They said their good-byes to their host. Who still wore a toothy grin, as Asami carried his beloved prize possession Akihito out to the car, princess style.

The young man couldn’t walk. He glared, swore and even made death threats to the yuzaku boss. The older man smiled smugly and just kept on walking.

He glanced at his bodyguards’ faces. They all carried the same blank expression; as if seeing their boss carried his lover was an everyday thing.

Asami stop to let his driver open the door while he adjusted the smaller man’s weight in his arms. His lover tightened his grip around Asami neck as he was carefully jostled.

“Asami you overbearing bastard. Watch it!”

He smiled but held his lover closer; drawing him into a hug before gently laying him down upon the back seat.

His other men would have to follow in the other cars. Akihoto came first. Only his security chief would be with him and he would have to sit in the front with his driver.

He walked around the car to the other side. Nodding a thank you as the driver who had opened and closed the door for him.

He gently lifted and placed Akihito’s head into his lap, mindful of hurting him anymore.

Akihito glared up at him from his position. Then put his head back, diving deeper down into his lap.

Akihito’s painful body shivered in excitement. He always found Asami’s body odor intoxicating.

“I don’t want to go home.” He ordered. “You have to take care of me until I can move.”

“Yes, yes.”

A half smile touched his lips and he reached over and ran his hand through his lover’s hair.

“You probably did this intentionally, you bastard.”

He silently agreed. Giving punishment to Akihito’s body had been deliciously wild. He really enjoyed his lover’s lusty body.

He turned his head, looking out the window to hide his growing smile that spread across his too handsome face.

As they pulled out of the driveway, Asami thoughts shifted over the past five days. Going over every little scenario. So distracted that Akihito had his cock in his hand before the other man realized.

And a groan escaped his parted lip when his limp flesh met Akihito’s hot mouth.

“Turn around!” he barked as Souh made to turn.

He looked down, watching Akihito’s mouth move over his hardening rod. His teeth ever so often grazing the sensitive head. Asami’s hand clutched onto the younger man head and moved with him.

Enjoying the same flicking motion he’d used on him previously when he’d first arrived.
The yuzaku boss was enjoying himself. Everything was back the way it was suppose to be. He had it all so why wasn’t he satisfied.

“Mmmhh,”

Akihito had really gotten much better at this. He silently praised his lover. Damn but he was ready to come.

He was feeling great. He wanted to squirt his milk right down his lover’s throat. Staining him with his own scent.

He reached a hand to touch Akihito’s chest, intending to twirl his nipple between his lean fingers, only to be slapped away.

“Asami no.” He was still to sore for any of his playing.

He leaned his head back, his eyes closed. It was becoming hard to think. His Aki had his balls in his mouth and was pumping him with his hand. He was about to explode.

Akihito could feel it. His lover was about to come. He moved quickly and covered the steel rod with his mouth swallowing the milky liquid as it gushed out.

“Aaahha.”

It wasn’t enough. His hand pushed the man’s head downward forcing him to accept more of him. To swallow the hot sticky semen that flowed from his so contented body.

He finally released Akihito’s head. He was coughing and breathing hard. His hair face and the collar of his shirt were cover with his semen.

“What the hell_?”

He roughly dragged him across the seat and into his lap. Planted his lips against his in a deep kiss. Letting the warm flow of emotions pass between them.

He slowly drew back but kept the younger man in his lap. Just looking at him. His lover. He reached into his pocket and brought out a handkerchief and wiped the traces of dripping liquid from his face, hair and clothing.

Akihito said nothing just sat there glaring angrily at Asami. The older man leaned forward and gently kissed him on the lips again. A simple peck.

“My wife. Let’s go home.”

“What?”

Akihito pulled back further with a startled look upon his face. The pain in his body the furthest thing from his mind.

“Let’s go home,” he repeated.

Both men knew what was clearly said and what Asami meant. Both sat there silently staring at each other.

Akihito allowed himself to be pulled closer until he could rested his head against the other man chest.

“My wife,” he quietly repeated, letting the words roll off his tongue.

But Asami heard him and looked down to his face. He saw the small smile that lurked around his wife’s lips.

“Good,” he quietly smirked to himself.

He grasps the slender hand that rested against his stomach in his and turned back to look out the window. His thoughts not on business but on their future.

The End


Sorry it took so long to get up to you guys. But as I’ve said before an electric plug fried my motherboard. I had to replace it with another computer.
I hope you guys think it was worth the wait.
Please feel free to criticize, it only helps me to get better but you know complements are also welcomed.
Alexander Cee is a vivid writer, who just loves to tell stories of every kind. A strong believer in equality for everyone, and whenever gets the chance will remind others, to never judge a person on their appearances but on there actions.

NOT TONIGHT SWEETHEART (complete)


NOT TONIGHT SWEETHEART
Pairing: Asami and Takaba
Fandom: Viewfinder
Disclaimer: Belongs to the mangaka, YAMANE Ayano

This is my first fanfic please let me know what you think. Should I continue writing or go back to being only a reader

Chapter 1?

The semi darkness of the room surrounded him, hiding his increasing discomfort. His eyes glazed over barely making out the odd gloomy shapes that were a little too scary in the dark. The tension in the room grew stronger strangling him.

“Breathed,” he told himself. “Come on breathed.”

The strong thumping of his heart was so loud he could barely hear or even think.

“Come on breath.”

Whatever he kept telling himself wasn't helping. His body drew itself tighter into a smaller ball and rolled further to the edge of the bed.

Every muscle screaming loudly in tension. The feverish heat of his body almost caused him to cry out begging for help. “Oh god he couldn’t stand it!”

He balled his fist and press heavily against his mouth crushing full red lips hushing the frightened pleas.

Soon his emotions would reach such pentacles and he wouldn't care. He knew he dare not utter a single sound, to do so would bring him another sleepless night filled with pain, sweet lingering pain. That would surely last for the next few days, slowing down his body’s movements for his new assignment.

He buried his face into the pillow to muffle the cries that pasted his lips.
“Asami…Asami…Asami.”

“Ahhhhh_.”

Heat spread like a wild fire throughout his body.

Ahh…ahhh, crippling him even further.

His mouth pressed deeper into the pillow hoping to quiet any further sounds. He could hear the heavy panting noise that passed his lips and cringed with the memory of the name as it rang loud in his head.

Akihito raised his right hand to his chest covering his thumping heart and tensing a little as his finger brushed against a still sensitive blush pink nipple. His left hand reached lazily for the tissue box above the bed. Warm fingers grasped his hand and his head turned sharply in the direction next to him.

Akihito saw a wicked smile in those eyes that followed through to the lips as they parted into an evil grin.

“Now its my turn.” Asami stated, as he turned Akihito back into the middle of the bed.

“No Asami, not tonight. If we do it I'll be too sore. I have a new assignment tomorrow.” Akihito tried to reason.

“Then you shouldn't have touch what is mine.” he said and brought his face a little closer.

“What are you talking about?” Akihito glared up at the face just above his.

Without moving his body he reached outward and ripped the blanket off both their bodies.

“Ahhhhh _ you bas_,” Akihito started furiously at Asami as his grin grew more devilishly.

Asami eyes turned downward on Akihito, not on his face but lower head as it still weeps with relief.

He reached a hand out and slowly rubbed it into the boys' smooth silky skin watching as it twitched happily toward him.

He smiled again and continued on his journey, heading lower, towards Akihito pink flower that was dripping its wonderful juices.

“Now let's begin.”
***
Chapter 2

Asami quietly closed the door of his penthouse and stood in the entrance way listening. He cocked his head slightly to the side and frowned.

Too quiet he thought and wondered where his lover was. His sharpened glance quickly finding a pair of sneakers kicked into the corner, along with its forever partner of a knapsack beside it.

Good he's still here. He chuckled to himself remembering Akihito's' curses and threats to leave him alone the night before, saying that his new assignment started today and he needed tobe able to move around without pain.

Last night fuck session was again wild. That boy was one of the few that could actually keep up with his sexual needs. He had fucked him hard and raw until morning. He had passed out to exhausted to leave the apartment. His business today needed no extras and Akihito with his camera was like a bloody hound dog finding out things he shouldn't.

A deep sigh passed his lips and he felt the days pressures slightly eased with thoughts of his wild lover. His movements a little tired and awkward; he lazily placed the take out meal onto the dining table and head for the shower.

He needed to wash away everything, the sweat, the grim, the filth but more importantly the blood before lying beside his Akihito.

Thoughts of his lover filled him with anticipation, his step quicken to the bedroom door and pass through to stop at the foot of the bed. Asami took a deep breath, his tired body awoke and he felt the stirrings of his lust as his eyes traveled upward on the mattress to Akihito feet.

The boy lay stretched out on his back. Free from the comforter, from the sheets and from clothing, in a semi aroused state. Asami licked his lips in anticipation something he would never have done if Akihito were awake.

He showed no weakness in front of his lover, he wanted him to come to him for anything and everything. Always thinking of him as his lover, his strong man that wouldn’t break.

He wanted to kiss and lick every inch of Akihito's' smooth sexy body. Suck on his cock and bury two fingers into his pink tight ass. Asami shuddered with the erotic thought. Asami wanted to caress Akihito prostate gland until he shouted his name in total rapture and fill his mouth with Akihito's' hot sticky essence.

A groan escaped him before he climbed onto the bed. Its time to put thought into action. He reached out a hand to touch his lovers' feet.

His hand stopped, never reaching its gold; And retreated from the bed, not looking at his lover he headed straight for the showers.

Asami didn't give a care about how much his clothing cost. He dropped a trail of clothes unto the floor. From the bedroom to the bathroom something he normally wouldn't do but thinking about Akihito always_.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the spray of water.

'Ah' he said as he raised his face up toward the water.

Normally he would enjoy this time as he washed away his daily stress but right now he wasn't thinking about business, only his Akihito and his hot slutty hole. His plan was to mark his territory again and again until he was completely spent with exhaustion.

He hoped Akihito got some rest today because tonight he wasn't getting any sleep. His shortest shower ever, he grinned to himself, dropping the wet towel on the floor and walked quickly into the bedroom to stand beside the bed.

Akihito had rolled over and now lay on his chest, one arm bent above his head resting on the pillow, the other stretch out towards Asami’s side of the bed, hugging the crisp blue sheet.

Akihito heart-shape ass was red and bruised from Asamis' use last night and again this morning; he could see his fingerprints on the boy slim hips and smiled, remembering how he'd felt buried in his lover body.

The welcome, the warm and the tightness as he bang into Akihito hole, and how Akihito had called his name screaming at the top of his voice as he’d found his release, spreading his cum over both their stomachs.

The older man became hungry, very very hungry, starved. He wanted to have the Delicious meal that was spread out before him.

His hand touch his cock, he was hard and throbbing, twitching, he needed to be there now, to be home buried to the hilt in his lovers' body where unbelievable pleasure was his alone.

He reached into the nightstand and removed the small container of lube and spread it on himself before spreading some onto his fingers.

Akihito groaned in his sleep. Grinding his hips several times into the mattress trying in his sleep to find some relief.

'Ahh Asami___ore.'

'Slut___my slut I'm going to help you,' Asami said and slipped unto the bed between the boys' parted legs.

The first time he'd seen Akihito do this in his sleep he was so turned on the poor boy had slept for 24 hour straight in complete exhaustion afterwards, while he had been on sexual high all that day and the next. Asami’s smirk grew wider with his pleasurable thought.

He gently probing a single digit into Akihito hole and his smirk grew into a smile as his lover pressed backward onto his hand. He slipped another finger into Akihito preparing him.

His sleeping lover groaned and spread his legs wider, whispering his name 'Asami.'

To hell with this he needed him now and removed his fingers. Akihito gave a desperate groan when the fingers were removed, then several more grinds into the mattress.

Asami gently raised the boy’s hips and slip further up under him. Spreading his Aki’s legs even further. Slowly pressing his twitching cock into his beloved lovers' hole.

He reached forward he grasped Akihito cock and gently stroked it back and forth. His fingers became wet as it wept into his hand. Using the same movement as his hips he began milking him.

'Ahh__,' passed Asamis' lips. 'This is mine. I'll kill any son of a bitch who tries to him take him from me again.' and bang a little harder into his lover.

'Oh god, Akihito__so good.' and drove in deeper. 'So sweet.' his grip tightened on his lover’s hips and pulled almost out then bang into him again to the hilt.

'Ahhhh___,' Akihito groaned awaking to both pain and pleasure. 'Asumi' he cried turning to look over his shoulder.

'Damn it Asumi'____ 'Ohohoo'____harder.'

Asumi fought for control, it wasn't coming and he bang even harder into Akihito, one, two, thre__.

His love’s precious essence spill into his hand overflowing. His grip tightened on his Akihito hips dragging him backwards as he shoved forward with all his might.

Bright lights exploded behind close lids as he too reached the sweetest of heavens. A final shove forward and they both fell onto the bed still buried within Akihito's' warmth.


'This is why you're my slut, __my whore, my slut,' he growled into Akihito's' ear as he poured himself into his lover. 'Mine.'

Akihito felt Asama's' arms circle his tired and sore body. Drawing him closer towards his broad chest. "No more__too sore__too tired,' he mumbled barely able to talk.

Asami looked down at the body in his arms. He was still hard. The pain had eased as his cum spread and had marked his territory once again. Akihito looked tired, his eyes started to droop and his body laid in complete relaxation mode.

His body carried the marks of 2 nights of wild playful passion. Asami bent his head and kissed his lover lips. Drawing him closer to his body and close his eyes.

'Sleep my pet, we'll continue tomorrow night.' he said and cover them both with a light blue sheet.
***

Chapter 3


It has been five days since Akihito has seen Asami and the first four days his body ache from that perverts' sexual deviance. His body needed rest.

'Why the hell did he do that to me,' his shouted. 'He's always going at sex like it’s a bloody marathon. Driving into him like he's marking his territory inside and out. Like anyone is gonna see his insides. Yakuza bastard.'

Akihito dragged a chair from around the table and plumped himself down upon it. Wincing as pain shot through his hips and lower back.

Bastards trying to kill me, he thought, and eased up a little from the chair. Ow, oh man my back hurts and reached around to rub his still sore lower back.

Rising almost like an old man he walked slowly to the bed and gently lay upon it. Akihito sighed and rolled over to the far side of the mattress, balancing himself close to the edge he reached under the bed frame and tore off a large brown envelope.

Rolling back into a safe position and dragged himself upward, he rested his back against the wall for added comfort. Reaching into the envelope he pulled out the glossy black and white and colour photos of his favourite subject.

Akihito spread the beautiful pictures onto the mattress looking at each one and long for the real thing. He reached for his favourite in the pile. A black and white he'd taken before they had first met.

Asami stood on the dock facing out onto the water the wind gently blowing his jacket backward away from his lithe frame, suddenly he had turn looking straight in Akihito's direction and without conscience thought he had snap several shot of Asami. They were all good but this one was the hidden pride and joy of his secret collection.

Akihito's could hear footsteps outside coming towards his door. Quickly shoving all the photos back into the envelope he dove across the bed to stick it back into place.

The pounding on the door was loud in his ears as he hurriedly checked to make sure his private stash was hidden.

The pounding came again, this time louder and more impatience. Akihito's shoved himself off the bed and head for the door.

Ignoring the small pain in his back caused by the sudden movement and instead looked towards the clock on the wall to check the time. It was a gift from his parents when he'd first moved into his apartment.

It was shaped like a camera with the actual clock in the lens. He'd once put a miniature camcorder in it and had recorded a video of both Asami and himself having wild sex.

Two days later Asami had shown up unexpectedly and found him watching it. His punishment had been severe and swift. Asami had left the next day with both the camcorder and his promise never to do it again.

He could hear his two noisy neighbour’s doors opening. Then quickly closing again. The pounding was now several repeated thuds and he wonder if the wood was going to give.

Angrily he flung the door open the door only to freeze still. He'd closing his eyes and tense. Asami hand was coming downward to his forehead ___ nothing happened, he opened on eye then the other and found Asami was giving him a suspicious look.

'What,' fear making him yelled. 'Why are you looking at me like what.'

'What took you so long?'

'You're lucky I even opened the door at all,' he said to the older man.

Asami didn't like that. He noticed Akihito's vagueness in not answering the question. What was his brat up to now? Oh well he has two days to find out.

He reached out and arm an pushed him backwards, stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. His glanced traveling around. It was hard to tell if anything was out of place in the messy room.

'Get your stuff you're coming to my place for a few day,' he stated flatly reaching across the table and pulled the ashtray closer.

Asami look up at his lover he hadn't moved. 'Don't make me repeat myself,' and placed a cigarette between his lips, lit it and inhale deeply.

'Why?' Akihito asked warily. 'I haven't done anything,' and drew a chair away from the table and plopped down to sit facing Asama with a defiant look.

Always when around Asami he would forget something important and this time it was the pain in his hips that was forgotten. Damn bastard, he thought. I bet he hadn't a stitch of pain since the last time I saw him.

Akihito raised his head, 'I'm not going anywhere.'

'You have five minutes,' Asami counted looking at his watch. "If you're not ready by then one of my men will carry you out.'

'At least tell me what’s wrong this time.' and got up moving around the room gathering what he needed, shoving everything into his knapsack. Carefully placing his cameras into their compartment.

'Times up. Are you ready?' Asami lazily rose pushing the chair forward.

'Yeah but are you going to tell me what's wrong?' Akihito stood before him curiously looking up into his face. Hazel eyes beckoning the other man to come closer.

Asami’s eyes followed the movement of his lover’s lips as they form different shapes. He wanted to kiss him. To plunge his tongue into his mouth and taste him. In slow movement his arms circled his beloved drawing him closer to the heat of his body. Akihito's arms slid around Asami's neck and two pairs of lips met and lock into a gentle kiss.

'Let go before you make me stay here longer,' guiding them both out the door.

Akihito waited until they were in the car again before asking. 'Why did I have to leave my apartment and for how long before I can go back?'

'Three days, you'll be staying with me for three day.'

'What did I do?'

Arrogantly Asami reached over and cup the boy's chin in his hand. 'As far as I know you haven't done anything. Should I check?'

'If I haven't done anything why an I here?' A confused Akihito asked.

Asami brought his lips closer to Akihito ear. 'I'm taking a two day vacation and you're my entertainment.'

A frown marked the younger man brow. 'What do you mean? If you're taking a two day vacation why do I have to spend three days in the penthouse.'

A smirked crossed his lips. 'Two days for me and a day of bed rest for my lover.'

Akihito looked down to his lap, his ears turned bright red and he tried to hide his flush face.

Asami brought Akihito's face up, to his own. Looked into his eyes and said. 'You're my lover and everything about you belongs to me, I'm going to show you how I treat what’s mine.'

Asami cell phone rang and he placed a quick kiss on Akihito's lips before sitting back. Akihito looked out the window trying to cool down his whole body. He felt hot and embarrassed.

He liked to hear that and wanted to say out loud ‘Yes I'm your lover’, but the words just stuck in his throat whenever Asami calls him that.

He heard the quiet snap of the phone as Asami finish his brief conversation and put it away. He turned slowly back to him.

'I have to stop at the office for a few minutes than we'll head home.

They said nothing for the short duration it took to get to his office. Asami gripped his hand and asked him to wait for him before leaving him behind.

After fifteen minutes sitting in the car Akihito missed Asami and wanted to start their time together. He leaned over and told the driver that he's going upstairs.

He gave the nod or replied whenever he was spoken to. He didn't want to waste any unnecessary energy. He was going to need it all for the next two days just to keep up with his lov__he couldn't even think it.

He opened the door to Asami office and nodded a greeting to everyone. His feet kept going and he open the office door before the secretary could announce him.

Asami sitting back in his office chair, was the first thing he saw and almost smiled a greeting. The second thing he noticed was a man kneeling between Asami’s thighs. And thirdly Asami cock buried deep in the other man's mouth.

Akihito looked straight into Asami's blank face and shouted, 'You're a fucking son of a bastard!'
***

Chapter 4


Without another word he turn, slamming the door behind him and ran out of the room past the startle faces, back the way he came.

As he reached outside, he hop back into Asami's car and ask the driver to drop him off at the nearest train station less than five minutes away.

He needed to put some distance between himself and Asami as quickly as possible. He could bet anything Asami would soon give the order to find him and bring him back.

His eyes fell on his bag on the floor of the car. Thank heavens he'd brought some clothing with him all he needs now was a safe place to hid and think before facing Asami again.

A wicked smirked cross his lips and he reached down for the bag lifting it into his lap. Searching the compartments he found it and placed it down beside him before reaching over to the door and pushed a button blackening all the windows in the back and even between him and the driver.

He placed the bag back unto the floor, picked up and flicked the blade out of the small utility knife he carried. With a pent up rage and a whole lot of gusto he scored Xs across the baby lamb leather, slashing until the stuffing of every chairs cold be seen.

It hadn't help to take the pain away but it did help to calm him down enough to think.

The driver's voice announced that they were pulling into the station. Akihito grabbed his bag and exit the car the moment it stop, not waiting for the driver to get out and open the door like he normally would.

He waved and disappeared down the stair. Leaving the driver to return the car back to Asami's office.

In his office a blank face Asami sat shell shock for a moment. 'Move,' he said quietly. He had to stop his Akihito from running.

The man refused to let go and continue trying to bring Asami cock to completion. Asami grabbed a handful of his hair dragging his head back and away from his member, his eyes glittering coldly. 'Get out now.' This fool didn't know how close he was to dying. Nobody can stop him from finding his Aki.

The man felt the seriousness of the situation and made a fast retreat, bowing as he left the room closing the door behind him.

Asami rose fixed his clothing and walked to the door. He opened the door and all eyes fell to the floor.

'Where is Akihito Tabaka?'

'He left about seven minutes ago, sir. His secretary informed him.

He felt fear hit him throughout his body seven minutes wasn't long but it was long enough for Akihito to hide. 'Find him,' he bark.

Asami closed the door behind him before walking to his chair, he stopped, turned and opened the door again. His secretary lifted her head to him.

'I want the desk and chair in this office change immediately.'

'Yes sir,' and quickly reached for the phone to do as her boss bided.

Fifteen minutes later and a complete search of the building had informed him Akihito had managed to escape him yet again.

His men were searching his home, work, watching his family and friends whom were fiercely loyal to him.

He plopped down unto the couch in his office and placed his head in his hands. Where the hell could he have gone? Damn that brat when I find him I'm going lock him up. He won’t be able to make a move without my say so.

The look on his Aki's face said disbelief and betrayal. He needed to find him before Akihito can cut the thread between them. No, he cannot let that happen.

Time pass slowly for Asami Ryuich. It has been over twenty-four and no one knew where Akihito had disappear to.

He’d given his men permission to question his parents, something that he’d okayed only in extreme emergencies.

They hadn't know where he was but he had called them letting them know that he was on an assignment and he'll call later with updates about what was going on and also when he'll be coming home.

Asami hadn't left the office in all that time, he was exhausted. He needed to be with his love, Aki. He reached for the intercom and requested his car downstairs in ten minutes.

The businessman exited the building searching for his limo instead he was met with one of his smaller cars. A dark blue Mercedes S65AMG he'd recently purchase. Asami turned to his driver one eyebrow raise, 'Where is the limo?' he asked.

The man look down to his finely polish shoes and with a clear voice he explained about the damage to the seats and who had done it and when.

Asami listened and then snapped at his driver. 'Did you inform the search team?'

'Yes sir, yesterday, within fifteen minutes of the search.'

'Where is the car now?'

'Downstairs in the garage sir. It due to be pick up in four hours.'

'Let's go see it.'

Asami was outside the car. He'd stoop to his thighs and was inspecting the damage his lover had caused.

The leather was completely destroy on all the seats along with the carpet and roof they too would have to be replaced.

That brat had even scratched into the vinyl door ‘Asami Was A Fucking Bastard.’ He sighed, looking at all the destruction his lover had caused him. When he found him he was going to take the cost of repairs out of Akihito hide.

'Take me to Akihito's apartment.'

'Yes sir.'

Asami had been there in Akihito's apartment at many different times of the day and night. Never once had the small room felt so big and empty.

He shrugged of his jacket and placed it on the back of a dining room chair before moving over to the bed. He stood there staring down at the mattress.

A place where he had sex with Akihito on a weekly bases and felt lost without his lover by his side. His eyes raised to glanced around the room.

There was a crack in the closet door, it had happen two weeks before when he'd shown up at two o'clock in the morning and his brat had answer the door with just a towel wrapped around his waist. A hard on that had turned the towel into a tent.

Without so much as a greeting he'd step inside close the door, lifted his lover up into his arms, pushed him against the closet and fucked him till they were both satisfied.

Asami placed a call to his driver on his cell.' I'm staying here tonight. Pick me up in the morning.'

Asami didn't sleep well, he was already up and waiting when his man knocked on the door. 'Let's go,' he said and locked the door behind him.

'I want this apartment emptied everything is to be sent to the village house.'

His bodyguard stopped. 'Sir?' Looking at his boss for clarification and got it in a piercing glanced. 'I'll see about that today.'

Two weeks later his men had found Akihito living in a one-room apartment with another man no one seemed to know anything about.

All they knew about him was his name which somehow didn't matter because it was a fake, occupation none, yet he had a means of support to feed both himself and Akihito.

For two days Asami 's men had watched the pair while collecting their information. Reporting to their boss every movement the two men made.

Today their boss sat in the car with them watching as the couple made their way home. The taller guy had his arm around Tabaka shoulders and they were both laughing together in a carefree way.

Each day Akihito would exit for two hours leaving the other man temporarily alone. Today the boss wanted to take advantage of that time to meet and talk with him.

They had to wait another half an hour before Akihito would leave.

Asami sat quietly in the back seat. He reached beneath his coat and removed his semi-automatic.

Check the clip before sliding it back into place. None of his men said anything. Each man looking out through a different window quiet with their own thoughts.

Ten minutes after his lover had left, the yazuka boss said, 'Lets' go.'

Five men exited the car, a disturbing air surround the group as they enter the building. Each assuming their position to protect there boss and carried out his orders.

'I'm back, I forgot my wallet.' Akihito entered the room head down at first and didn't see the other four men in the room.

He looked up and his eyes locked with Asami. Akihito felt fear and backed up into on of Asami's bodyguards who had remained outside. He turned to look at the mountain of a man who block the doorway, and knew he couldn't escape that way.

Akihito turned back to Asami and noticed several things at once his gun was drawn and pointed to his friends swollen bloody face.

Both legs looked broken and he was being held up by two of Asami goons.

'What the hell are you doing here?' refusing to back down to his cheating ex lover.

'Recovering a lost person.'

'Aki, you shouldn't be here.____leave,' his friend and roommate's week voice could barely be heard.

'OH MY GOD_ what the fuck did you do to him!' He tried to rush over to his friend.

Asumi’s bodyguard grabbed and restrained him from moving. 'Let me go you son of a bitch! What the hell is wrong with you people! Leave him alone!' he bellowed.

'Behave or he dies right now,' he said to Akihito his voice deadly cold. The gun in his hand unwavering as it rest against his friend's forehead.

Akihito looked at his friend and tears pool in his eyes to poured down his cheeks. 'Asami, please don't do it,' he begged.

Asami's glanced didn't waver. 'What is he to you?'

Akihito's eyes never left his friend. 'A friend.'

'Did he touch you?'

'NO! You're the only piece of shit that's I ever will__'PLEASE HELP HIM,' he shouted as his friend slump forward coughing blood onto the floor.

The yuzuka boss calmly spoke to the bodyguard hold Akihito. 'Take him to the village house and keep him there.'

'No you can't do that,' he cried, trying unsuccessfully to free himself and help his friend who now laid in a slump not moving.

'Asami please help him, you have to take him to a hospital. He needs help. Please don't let him die,' he pleaded. 'Anything, anything you want but please, please don't do this.'

Asami's cold eyes return to his lover’s face. 'What is he to you?' he asked again.

'A friend, a good friend that's all,' tears wouldn't stop pouring down his face. 'Please Asumi I won't run ever again,' he promised.

'I know,' and turned to the man holding Akihito take him out now. “Don't stop for anything and call me when you arrive and he's housed.”

He turned to Akihito 'You better behave until I get there if you want my help.'

Akihito went quietly with the guard, praying that Asami would help his friend and take him to a hospital. So deep in his thoughts he hadn't realized that they had pull into a hidden driveway.

He got out with the rough assistance from Asami's bodyguard and was quickly shepherd into what looks like a cottage at the back of the estate.

He was taken upstairs. He entered a room and stop. It was one huge room with steel bars on the windows in one corner was a queen size bed.

The nearest corner to that was a toilet, sink and shower. The next corner had chains that hung from the walls.

Beside then was a stretch rack, a wooden table with straps for both your arms and legs. You would be laid upon it and strap in. Then stretch by turning the large crank wheel at the bottom of the table.

Akihito turned to the guard but only saw his back as he retreated, closed and locked the door behind him.
***

Chapter 5 (End)

It was two days later before Asami showed his face to the boy. And he only did it, because he was informed Akihito hadn't eating anything since his arrival.

He could see the hollowness on his already to thin frame and he didn't like that. He moved further into the room.

Nodded to the man holding the tray to put it down then leave. Asami walk towards the bed and stood looking down on the body on the floor.

When he was told that Akihito was sleeping on the floor instead of the bed he'd instantly order the heat be turn up but couldn't do anything about the boy not eating from where he was.

He had to come. Akihito Tabaka was his other half and of himself and right now he was doing everything to make himself sick. He couldn’t let that happen.

Since being let into the room Akihito had sat quietly on the floor not moving. His face twisting in a mask of fear for his friend. The more he fret the more stress was apply to his already weaken body until he finally fell into a restless asleep.

His eyes slowly opened trying to make sense of the shape in from of him. His head felt heavy, his throat was dry and he hadn't sleep more than three hours in his time here.

Every time he closed his eyes he saw his friend's body being held up by Asami's goon battered and coughing blood. Whenever the helplessness hit him tears would pooled in his eyes and fall quietly to the floor.

'Get up and eat something,' a man's voice said piercing through his unconsciousness.

'Leave me alone,' replied Akihito groggily as he was shaken awake.

Akihito forced his eyes to focus and saw Asami's face close to his own. He dragged himself into a sitting position and stared at the older man. Telling himself that Asami was really there beside him and it wasn't an illusion.

He wiped the tears from his face Wit both hands and just stare, Asami was stooping in front of him.

'Eat something.'

Asami watched the younger man face twisted in pain, he said nothing for a moment then stood up.

'Asami__ my friend, __how is he?'

His ex-lover moved to the window. 'Eat.'

'Asami__Please don't do this, tell me please anything.'

'What is he to you Akihito?'

'He's a friend, that's all, I swear, just a friend.'

'Eat and I will tell you.'

'I'm not hungry__' he started.

'If you want to know you will eat.'

'I_I_I can't,' he stammered looking away from the other man to his hands shaking badly in his lap.

Asami's eyes followed the movement, he turned away from the window and came back to the boy.

He sat down beside him and pull him closer. Close enough that Aki could rest his weak frame against him.

Reaching out for the tea and brought it to his lover's lips. Greedily Akihito drank the now lukewarm liquid and managed to finish some of the meal being feed to him by Asami.

The younger did feel a little better but his worry was still on his friend. 'Is he dead?'

'No. I had him taken to a hospital. He's going to live.'

'Who is he?' He asked again as Akihito sighed in relief.

‘Thank you.’

'A friend, a good friend,' he mumbled. 'Why did you do it? Why hurt him?'

'He took what was mine.'

'He didn't take anything, I left on my own!'

'You let him hug you.'

Akihito stared at Asami his gaze telling the older man that he thought he was crazy. He turned his head to the side as asked instead. 'Can I see him?'

'Not now you'll be here for the next two weeks. After that I'll have my men take you over to see your friend.'

'You don't need me. Let me walk away,' he implored. 'They're others that are willing to stay beside you.'

'No, you're mine,' he stated.

'I don't want to be yours. I haven't done anything to you but so much has be done to me in the name of the great Asami Ryuich,' he shout. ''Why can't you leave me alone?'

'What happen to your promise?' he questioned. He did not want Akihito to start thinking like that. ' Save him and I won't run ever again?'

'I wont run anymore and I wont have sex with you any more!'

'That's too bad because that's a large part of what we'll be doing for the next two weeks. You're everything is mine.'

'You took away what is mine Akihito.

'I didn't give you anything, you just took__.'

Asami lifted him upward and dropped him onto the bed. Covering Akihito's smaller frame with his body.

'Get off me!'

The older man easily removed their clothing, while easily still pinning Akihito down. He squirmed beneath him trying to escape from the other man heavy weight but Asami wouldn't budge.

Somehow he lay between Akihito parted legs with Asami's growing bulge pressing down on his lover.

Akihito fought more wildly. But two day of not eating plus over 2 weeks of heavy stress took had taken their toll and he quiet down, breathlessly gasping for air.

'You can't do this, you have no right,' he yell. Still trying to displace Asami from between his legs.

Instead of answering Asami reached to the side table and pulled out a small tube, rubbing some on his sex and then doing the same for his lover.

Spreading it liberally around Akihito warm hole before. He slipped his fingers in preparing him for his entry.

The younger man’s eyes filled with excitement as Asami lifted his legs over his shoulders. Entered him slowly and as deeply as he could go. Only to retreat and do it again.

Passion hit Akihito fast and hard with the first deep thrust. He glared up at Asami not wanting him to stop but couldn't tell him so.

'Get out, damn it,' he pant. 'Umm.'

'You are never to run away from me again.' and slowly withdrew almost to the end before slowly going forward again.

'Asami you're a bastard,' he cried tearfully in frustration. 'You promise me no more, and you broken your promise__ Why.'

Asami continue slowly stroking in and out of Akihito silently enjoying his tears. He brought the boy's legs back towards the bed, he lean forward and held Akihito's face in his hand making sure he was listening before he answer.

'Do you remember the last two nights at the penthouse?'

'Yesss,'

'Now do you remember when I came to pick you up. You sat across from me. I could see you were still in pain. I hadn't seen you in almost five days if I had had sex with you I might have really hurt you, I didn't want that,' he explained.

'So instead you broken your promise to me and cheated on me?' Akihito asked in disbelief.

'Akihito sometimes our sex can be very wild, I might have physically did you harm, I don't want that.'

Akihito body started to squirm. Asami wouldn't increase his thrusts, no matter how much he tried to make him.

'It's never as bad as I make it out to be. I’ve love everything you’ve ever done to me and I like lying around in your big bed. Remembering the thing we’d done the night before.’ He told his lover quietly.

‘If you need me take me. Do not take another_agree? This is now mine.’ He clenched his muscle around Asami's cock.

‘Aaaahhaa.”

A surprised groan passed his lips ass he felt the heated pressure. A smirked appeared around Asami mouth and his hand clasped around Akihito's twitching rod.

'And this is mine.’ he said possessively.

Everything was settle and he had his Akihito back. Asami began to move faster, moving Akihito to the same pace. Enjoying the boy movement as the came together in every thrust.

'Asami__harder,' he growled .'Let's come together.'

He could feel his younger lover closer to the end and quicken his movements. Watching as white sticky fluid cover his lover's body.

Asami leaned further into his lover pumping strongly. Heaven, so sweet,

Asami lips part, ' Aahh'__ 'My Aki.' flood the air as he poured his cum into his Akihito.

He opened his eyes to see Akihito staring in wonder, 'Yes Ryuich.'

The End



Although there is no music these are the songs that insipire ideas for each chapter.
chapter 1 - Changing faces - stroke you up
chapter 2 - Changing faces - stroke you up
chapter 3 - Ashanti - Foolish, Ja rule - Always on time
chapter 4 - Ja rule - Always on time, Ashanti - Foolish
chapter 5 - Adina Howard - Freak Like Me, Profyle - Liar

*Thank you everyone who read this book. Your support has help me finish it. And BIG thanks to YAMANE Ayano for creating such strong characters.*

* I'm not sure I got the characters correct but I had fun writing. I'll keep writing and Improving so don't give up on me. Thank you all.*
Alexander Cee is a vivid writer, who just loves to tell stories of every kind. A strong believer in equality for everyone, and whenever gets the chance will remind others, to never judge a person on their appearances but on there actions.