[FIC] Asami Strikes Back: A Flower and A Vase
Title: Part IV of "Revenge of Akihito" - "Asami Strikes Back: A Flower and A Vase"
Main characters: Asami, Akihito
Author: Mammarella
Beta: Wollfyn
Rating: R(!)
Disclaimer: Both characters and the idea for this fic belong to Yamane-sensei.
Description: Asami is fed up with Akihito's tricks. The photographer still has Viagra originals and Asami is sick and tired of waiting for Aki to surrender them.
Warnings: Please, do not read this fic if you find the first chapter of VF offensive.
Asami Strikes Back: A Flower and A Vase
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Asami snapped another picture and paused, standing still, comparing the image on the small camera screen with the original.
"Akihito!" Asami's voice cracked with emotion. "This is the best Valentine's present I've ever received!"
Akihito blushed, made a small move with his shoulder and turned away, shy, but somehow feeling pleased with his lover's appraisal.
"And to think you were worried about a vase and not enough money. The rose by itself is simply perfect. Unlike some other presents in the past..." Asami's voice continued to drip with the such sticky sweetness that Akihito could almost taste melted ice-cream and honey in the air. Yakuza's long fingers ran through photographer's hair and suddenly got a vice grip on silky strands. Asami forced the boy to turn, to look at the damned image on which the red brightness of the above mentioned rose stood out like a pool of blood.
Akihito bought that rose earlier today. He noticed the flower stand as he was coming out of the subway and knew right away that a single crimson rose would be a perfect Valentine's gift for his lover. The vendor at the flower stand also suggested a slim elegant vase, but the damn piece of crystal with a beautifully tied ribbon on its narrow neck and a small heart-shaped card was almost twice the price of the flower. Akihito barely scraped enough money for the vendor to remove the thorns and polish the stem to perfect smoothness.
Akihito came around to camera clicking again, flashing and Asami murmuring. His lover waltzed around the room, snapping shots of the gorgeous flower at different angles. Akihito sighed heavily. He couldn't do much but lie passively atop the dinner table, tied down in a spread eagle position, with a red ball gag in his mouth, a tight red ribbon at the base of his erect cock and a magnificent crimson rose embedded in it - a vase.
Main characters: Asami, Akihito
Author: Mammarella
Beta: Wollfyn
Rating: R(!)
Disclaimer: Both characters and the idea for this fic belong to Yamane-sensei.
Description: Asami is fed up with Akihito's tricks. The photographer still has Viagra originals and Asami is sick and tired of waiting for Aki to surrender them.
Warnings: Please, do not read this fic if you find the first chapter of VF offensive.
Asami Strikes Back: A Flower and A Vase
*
Asami snapped another picture and paused, standing still, comparing the image on the small camera screen with the original.
"Akihito!" Asami's voice cracked with emotion. "This is the best Valentine's present I've ever received!"
Akihito blushed, made a small move with his shoulder and turned away, shy, but somehow feeling pleased with his lover's appraisal.
"And to think you were worried about a vase and not enough money. The rose by itself is simply perfect. Unlike some other presents in the past..." Asami's voice continued to drip with the such sticky sweetness that Akihito could almost taste melted ice-cream and honey in the air. Yakuza's long fingers ran through photographer's hair and suddenly got a vice grip on silky strands. Asami forced the boy to turn, to look at the damned image on which the red brightness of the above mentioned rose stood out like a pool of blood.
Akihito bought that rose earlier today. He noticed the flower stand as he was coming out of the subway and knew right away that a single crimson rose would be a perfect Valentine's gift for his lover. The vendor at the flower stand also suggested a slim elegant vase, but the damn piece of crystal with a beautifully tied ribbon on its narrow neck and a small heart-shaped card was almost twice the price of the flower. Akihito barely scraped enough money for the vendor to remove the thorns and polish the stem to perfect smoothness.
Akihito came around to camera clicking again, flashing and Asami murmuring. His lover waltzed around the room, snapping shots of the gorgeous flower at different angles. Akihito sighed heavily. He couldn't do much but lie passively atop the dinner table, tied down in a spread eagle position, with a red ball gag in his mouth, a tight red ribbon at the base of his erect cock and a magnificent crimson rose embedded in it - a vase.