With this Ring...
Uhm, I got inspired by the news that California legalized gay marriage and so this fic was born. It might be a little sappy, maybe, or Asami might be acting a little ooc. I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!
DISCLAIMER: YAMANE-SENSEI OWNS ALL VF CHARACTERS.
With this Ring...
Rated: R
Written by: goldfinch3
“California or Canada?” The deep voice inquired.
The call was expected, the caller familiar, but the question threw him for a loop. His brow furrowed, the line silent, but he knew Asami was waiting for a response. “Huh?” Was the most he could come up with in lieu of an answer. “Pick one Akihito.”
He sometimes didn’t understand how Asami’s mind worked so he chose the easiest way to end one of the strangest conversations he’d had-if that’s what it was-with his enigmatic lover. “Uhm, California?” Is what he responded, although he didn’t have any idea what was the exact purpose of the question to begin with…or his answer for that matter.
It became clear to him the next morning as he found himself woken up from a very good sleep in their bed, ordered to dress, and then driven to a hangar where he was swept onto Asami’s private jet, destination; San Francisco, California.
Asami was being closed mouthed about the whole thing-which was something he should already be accustomed to, but the man was taking it to extremes-giving him those blasted smirks, the golden eyes holding secrets and laughter. So with no chance that his bastard of a lover would actually tell him the reason for their getaway trip, he grudgingly allowed the man to spoil him rotten with all the amenities the Ritz-Carlton had to offer.
~*~
He awoke with his head pounding and memories of last night hazy at best. The large bed held him and the imprint of where Asami had obviously slept but the man himself was nowhere to be seen. With an urgent need to empty his bladder and wash his mouth, he got out of bed and headed towards the luxurious bathroom.
The dim lighting was a blessing to his eyes, what with the mother of all headaches taking residence in his head. There was a glass of water and two aspirin on a silver tray beside the sink, so he quickly brushed his teeth and rinsed out his mouth before taking them-the water chasing down the bitter flavored pills, and soothing his parched throat. Something glinted, catching his attention, and drawing his eyes to his finger.
The ring was a thin strip of silver, the name Asami Ryuichi engraved in delicate script along the band, a tiny white diamond on each side. He stared at it in shock, the emotion sweeping away the last remnants of his headache; snatches of memories coming back. The bastard knowing full well his low tolerance had gotten him drunk, the gathering had been small and held in the hotel’s ballroom. Since the man had supposedly been taking him out to dinner, of course he’d been wearing a tuxedo…at Asami’s insistence.
He remembered the few guests, the priest, Akira handing them the rings, Asami kissing him chastely-for once, and the dance. They’d DANCED, he never danced; but apparently he’d managed to do it-drunk though he was-with his lover…make that his husband.
The image in the mirror showed him flushed and wide-eyed, his hand still splayed out and the devil of a man leaning against the door frame wearing a white robe and a great big smirk. He’d been so absorbed he hadn’t heard Asami walk in. Akihito turned around, facing Asami who straightened and stepped close. “WE’RE MARRIED?!?” The smirk got wider, the golden eyes just shining in victory as Asami took his right hand from the pocket of his robe and showed it to him.
There, adorning Asami’s finger was a wedding ring similar to his-except Asami’s was a wider band and Akihito’s name was engraved on it, two diamonds on each side. “So what? I’m your wife now?!” He shouted, startling when he was turned around, facing the mirror once again; Asami now wearing a serious expression, the look in his eyes stern yet soft at the same time. Hands went to his hips and he yelped when the pajamas he wore were pulled down, leaving him completely bare in front of the mirror and Asami’s gaze.
Eyes bore into his as one hand cupped him; cock and balls, the wide palm holding him in a firm grip that made him gasp, his body heating up in embarrassment and arousal. “Do you see a woman here Akihito? I don’t. If a woman is what I wanted I would have chosen one. While in the eyes of many a marriage is supposed to be only between a man and a woman, I am of the thought that one should be able to join with the person that completes them, that makes them whole-whether they are of the same or opposite sex.”
“You are my partner, and you being male has nothing to do with my feelings for you…that was just a bonus. I was/am attracted to your spirit, your zest for life, your naiveté, and your dogged optimism, but especially your strength. This union is not about gender Akihito, this is about what we represent or mean to each other.” Akihito trembled within Asami’s embrace. His lover’s words easing his fears, making him tremble from the emotions swelling inside him. Tumultuous emotions that he held for this man alone who had captured him, protected and bled for him.
The hand cupping him moved and his thoughts shattered along with his uncertainties and doubts. His gaze locked with Asami's as those fingers teased his sac, moving knowingly over sensitive skin. The man grinned and even as need started flooding his senses he knew that look--knew that Asami was about to say something that would probably embarass him. "Now if you want to role play, there's this little black leather dress I saw on display." Akihito groaned, both at Asami's words and the feel of blunt fingers sliding over his hole and he shook his head. "No? Maybe next time. I got you too drunk last night and you fell asleep on me, so how about we get started on our wedding night celebration?"
DISCLAIMER: YAMANE-SENSEI OWNS ALL VF CHARACTERS.
With this Ring...
Rated: R
Written by: goldfinch3
“California or Canada?” The deep voice inquired.
The call was expected, the caller familiar, but the question threw him for a loop. His brow furrowed, the line silent, but he knew Asami was waiting for a response. “Huh?” Was the most he could come up with in lieu of an answer. “Pick one Akihito.”
He sometimes didn’t understand how Asami’s mind worked so he chose the easiest way to end one of the strangest conversations he’d had-if that’s what it was-with his enigmatic lover. “Uhm, California?” Is what he responded, although he didn’t have any idea what was the exact purpose of the question to begin with…or his answer for that matter.
It became clear to him the next morning as he found himself woken up from a very good sleep in their bed, ordered to dress, and then driven to a hangar where he was swept onto Asami’s private jet, destination; San Francisco, California.
Asami was being closed mouthed about the whole thing-which was something he should already be accustomed to, but the man was taking it to extremes-giving him those blasted smirks, the golden eyes holding secrets and laughter. So with no chance that his bastard of a lover would actually tell him the reason for their getaway trip, he grudgingly allowed the man to spoil him rotten with all the amenities the Ritz-Carlton had to offer.
~*~
He awoke with his head pounding and memories of last night hazy at best. The large bed held him and the imprint of where Asami had obviously slept but the man himself was nowhere to be seen. With an urgent need to empty his bladder and wash his mouth, he got out of bed and headed towards the luxurious bathroom.
The dim lighting was a blessing to his eyes, what with the mother of all headaches taking residence in his head. There was a glass of water and two aspirin on a silver tray beside the sink, so he quickly brushed his teeth and rinsed out his mouth before taking them-the water chasing down the bitter flavored pills, and soothing his parched throat. Something glinted, catching his attention, and drawing his eyes to his finger.
The ring was a thin strip of silver, the name Asami Ryuichi engraved in delicate script along the band, a tiny white diamond on each side. He stared at it in shock, the emotion sweeping away the last remnants of his headache; snatches of memories coming back. The bastard knowing full well his low tolerance had gotten him drunk, the gathering had been small and held in the hotel’s ballroom. Since the man had supposedly been taking him out to dinner, of course he’d been wearing a tuxedo…at Asami’s insistence.
He remembered the few guests, the priest, Akira handing them the rings, Asami kissing him chastely-for once, and the dance. They’d DANCED, he never danced; but apparently he’d managed to do it-drunk though he was-with his lover…make that his husband.
The image in the mirror showed him flushed and wide-eyed, his hand still splayed out and the devil of a man leaning against the door frame wearing a white robe and a great big smirk. He’d been so absorbed he hadn’t heard Asami walk in. Akihito turned around, facing Asami who straightened and stepped close. “WE’RE MARRIED?!?” The smirk got wider, the golden eyes just shining in victory as Asami took his right hand from the pocket of his robe and showed it to him.
There, adorning Asami’s finger was a wedding ring similar to his-except Asami’s was a wider band and Akihito’s name was engraved on it, two diamonds on each side. “So what? I’m your wife now?!” He shouted, startling when he was turned around, facing the mirror once again; Asami now wearing a serious expression, the look in his eyes stern yet soft at the same time. Hands went to his hips and he yelped when the pajamas he wore were pulled down, leaving him completely bare in front of the mirror and Asami’s gaze.
Eyes bore into his as one hand cupped him; cock and balls, the wide palm holding him in a firm grip that made him gasp, his body heating up in embarrassment and arousal. “Do you see a woman here Akihito? I don’t. If a woman is what I wanted I would have chosen one. While in the eyes of many a marriage is supposed to be only between a man and a woman, I am of the thought that one should be able to join with the person that completes them, that makes them whole-whether they are of the same or opposite sex.”
“You are my partner, and you being male has nothing to do with my feelings for you…that was just a bonus. I was/am attracted to your spirit, your zest for life, your naiveté, and your dogged optimism, but especially your strength. This union is not about gender Akihito, this is about what we represent or mean to each other.” Akihito trembled within Asami’s embrace. His lover’s words easing his fears, making him tremble from the emotions swelling inside him. Tumultuous emotions that he held for this man alone who had captured him, protected and bled for him.
The hand cupping him moved and his thoughts shattered along with his uncertainties and doubts. His gaze locked with Asami's as those fingers teased his sac, moving knowingly over sensitive skin. The man grinned and even as need started flooding his senses he knew that look--knew that Asami was about to say something that would probably embarass him. "Now if you want to role play, there's this little black leather dress I saw on display." Akihito groaned, both at Asami's words and the feel of blunt fingers sliding over his hole and he shook his head. "No? Maybe next time. I got you too drunk last night and you fell asleep on me, so how about we get started on our wedding night celebration?"