Coming Back to You
Title: Coming back to you.
Series: Viewfinder
Author: nemesia23
Pairing: Asami x Takaba
Rating: R
Summary: Short sequel fic. A Day like Summer.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Characters belong to Yamane-sensei.
Japan.
In the airport, a young man walked by, uncaring of the admiring stares he received from the crowd that was gathered inside the busy terminal.
Akihito's only goal was to reach home. Sleep. He needed plenty of it.
Not that the bastard will care of his well-being, or that he was totally fatigued from his trip abroad, scratch that!
For all he knew, Asami was already here waiting for him to leave the bustling and busy section of the airport.
Sucks for him though, whether he was tired, he had a feeling he wouldn't be resting anytime soon than what he was expecting. Damn the man!
His lover of three years, was a pain in the butt, literally speaking. He needed this job more than anything, not that he cared about the money since his rich bastard practically showered him with everything, even the things he didn't necessarily want, neither does he need it.
Escape. A brief respite of the body, his, from the sadistic, perverted yakuza bastard, who treated him like a toy, HIS personal sex whore.
Personally, his career was satisfactory. But, his life... not so much. From rape, to betrayal, to kidnapping, and witnessing murder here and there... it was plain scary!
Doing this modeling job was the greatest thing to happen to him in a long time. A pause from his fast life living in Tokyo.
He had done an excellent job in the two weeks he had been away. And he was ecstatic that he had other talents to show off to the world for once, other than being a fucking toy to that powerful and arrogant bastard who ruthlessly ruled the underworld society.
He continued walking and exited the building. Surprise, surprise. A shiver ran down his spine.
Speak of the devil.
Asami was standing waiting for him, a smirk clearly visible on his face.
Already, Akihito could feel the pressure building inside him, upon seeing the perverted man. A
lthough, either could he help himself from starring at the proud swing of the body of his lover, as the man walked determinedly towards him. He could have sworn, the sky outside turned blood-red.
Asami registered every detail of his brat. His beautiful Akihito.
His Kitten was finally home.
He drank at the sight, and burned it to his memory. Logically, he knew he didn't deserve him. But like that would stop him from stealing everything of Akihito's.
This man had always been his. It's going to be great between them from now on, if they hadn't been already? He is mine and the others, if not the whole world will know it, like he had shown it to the Baishe whom Akihito truly belonged to.
Standing in front of him, Akihito breathed in and tried to relax, giving his lover a gentle, almost soft smile.
This is their fate, not only his. No matter what life throws at them, they're bound forever.
Going back to their apartment, talks can wait... but love couldn't. Asami took his brat's small hand inside his. The invisible lust present, but first...
Asami slipped his other hand at Akihito's back bringing their bodies closely together. Savouring the half gasp of his brat's voice, smirking as he kissed the only one love he had been missing for weeks...
He didn't stop until he heard a half moan coming from his brat, he buried his head into Akihito's collarbone, inhaling the unique scent of Akihito's skin.
"Welcome home, darling."
~END~
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Note: Happy reading! Thanks for reviewing~ :D
Series: Viewfinder
Author: nemesia23
Pairing: Asami x Takaba
Rating: R
Summary: Short sequel fic. A Day like Summer.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Characters belong to Yamane-sensei.
Japan.
In the airport, a young man walked by, uncaring of the admiring stares he received from the crowd that was gathered inside the busy terminal.
Akihito's only goal was to reach home. Sleep. He needed plenty of it.
Not that the bastard will care of his well-being, or that he was totally fatigued from his trip abroad, scratch that!
For all he knew, Asami was already here waiting for him to leave the bustling and busy section of the airport.
Sucks for him though, whether he was tired, he had a feeling he wouldn't be resting anytime soon than what he was expecting. Damn the man!
His lover of three years, was a pain in the butt, literally speaking. He needed this job more than anything, not that he cared about the money since his rich bastard practically showered him with everything, even the things he didn't necessarily want, neither does he need it.
Escape. A brief respite of the body, his, from the sadistic, perverted yakuza bastard, who treated him like a toy, HIS personal sex whore.
Personally, his career was satisfactory. But, his life... not so much. From rape, to betrayal, to kidnapping, and witnessing murder here and there... it was plain scary!
Doing this modeling job was the greatest thing to happen to him in a long time. A pause from his fast life living in Tokyo.
He had done an excellent job in the two weeks he had been away. And he was ecstatic that he had other talents to show off to the world for once, other than being a fucking toy to that powerful and arrogant bastard who ruthlessly ruled the underworld society.
He continued walking and exited the building. Surprise, surprise. A shiver ran down his spine.
Speak of the devil.
Asami was standing waiting for him, a smirk clearly visible on his face.
Already, Akihito could feel the pressure building inside him, upon seeing the perverted man. A
lthough, either could he help himself from starring at the proud swing of the body of his lover, as the man walked determinedly towards him. He could have sworn, the sky outside turned blood-red.
Asami registered every detail of his brat. His beautiful Akihito.
His Kitten was finally home.
He drank at the sight, and burned it to his memory. Logically, he knew he didn't deserve him. But like that would stop him from stealing everything of Akihito's.
This man had always been his. It's going to be great between them from now on, if they hadn't been already? He is mine and the others, if not the whole world will know it, like he had shown it to the Baishe whom Akihito truly belonged to.
Standing in front of him, Akihito breathed in and tried to relax, giving his lover a gentle, almost soft smile.
This is their fate, not only his. No matter what life throws at them, they're bound forever.
Going back to their apartment, talks can wait... but love couldn't. Asami took his brat's small hand inside his. The invisible lust present, but first...
Asami slipped his other hand at Akihito's back bringing their bodies closely together. Savouring the half gasp of his brat's voice, smirking as he kissed the only one love he had been missing for weeks...
He didn't stop until he heard a half moan coming from his brat, he buried his head into Akihito's collarbone, inhaling the unique scent of Akihito's skin.
"Welcome home, darling."
~END~
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Note: Happy reading! Thanks for reviewing~ :D