Change of Heart
Title: Change of Heart
Series: Viewfinder
Author: nemesia23
Pairing: Asami x Takaba
Rating: R
Summary: A short drabble, another one of Asami's POV.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Characters belong to Yamane-sensei.
Asami had never been surprised before, neither were his nerves so easily shaken, unless something remarkable happened. In his life, everything had always been a big gamble. The stakes were very high, and the bet much higher, his life. Winning was everything, losing meant a short ticket to hell. Death was never an option, not if he can help it.
His latest fascination was probably the most expensive "item" amongst his acquisitions. Truly, he could just have abandoned his toy when it was taken away from him back then, and earn himself a massive fortune considering the amount of money riding on the exchange. But, this time he had acted purely on his personal feelings.
It wasn't after the fiasco with the current Baishe had ended, that they'd moved together. The brat refused him many times before but the time had come to claim Akihito as his own. He'd decided then to make him his, and knowing that the brat's willingness to follow him just as well.
One taste of his brat was all it took to realize that once is never enough, not nearly. Weirdly, he knew he'd been obsessed with Akihito ever since then. He liked him, and fucking him whenever possible was one of the highlights of his day, nothing could top it.
Akihito Takaba, a bratty young photographer whose only aim in life was to bring him down, he's also the sweetest ass he'd ever laid his hands on. Understanding the fact that whatever strange attraction was between them wasn't going to go away soon. Why not enjoy the gift he had been given?
His life was dull, boring and exceedingly repetitive. Nothing was worth shit for his enjoyment. Everyone was the same to his eyes until he met Akihito. Everything seemed to have changed completely. He was never a poet, but he could only think of best to describe his brat's value to him. Akihito's simply there to make life filled with colors.
Love is foolish, and it's best for him to ignore his frailty towards it. Nonetheless, when it did strike him unexpectedly, he welcomes it unwillingly. He needed more, much more of it. And perhaps, he was mostly just waiting all this time. For Akihito to show him how, right about now.
- - -
"Do you love me?" Akihito asked, touching Asami's bottom lip. Asami stayed silent, then a few minutes later kissed Akihito's finger.
"Can't you tell, Akihito?" Asami replied.
Akihito felt disappointed. He quickly pulled his hand away, not even trying to hide his displeasure. The ache in his chest intensified at the lack of reassurance from his lover. Certain that his feelings for the man would never be returned.
Asami could see the emotions written clearly on Akihito's far too expressive face. He sighed, and lifted Akihito's chin. "Akihito, listen to me for I will only say this to you once. I have taken you as mine, no one else can have you. You will always belong to me, and you can never escape me. I'll never ever let you leave my side, and even if you resist and run away, I will find you wherever you hide and drag you back here. I'll never set you free my Akihito."
"Asami..." Akihito whispered, as he wrapped his arms around his lover's neck as Asami kissed him.
"Akihito, isn't my being here at your side enough for you? Does it not tell you anything at all? It's only been you whom I have allowed to stay with me, does this not mean anything to you? If you still haven't figured it out, then let me show you over and over again until you understand what we are to each other."
Asami wrapped his arms around Akihito's waist and lifted him up and carried him to their bedroom. Akihito closed his eyes and leaned towards his lover. Blushing furiously as he felt a soft biting kisses on his neck.
"Stop..."
"Would you really want me to stop, Akihito?"
Akihito groaned roughly, unable to convey his innermost turmoil. His reasoning or his desires? Half of him wanted Asami to stop so they could talk, and the other half more than wanted to let himself get lost in the pleasure the man always brought him. Akihito began to feel hot all over, unable to truly stop himself from grabbing Asami's hair and initiating the kiss. It was overwhelming to fight the effects his lover had on his mental state because it was quite strong.
"Don't stop..."
Hours later.
"I only need you," Asami whispered softly in Akihito's ear, gently caressing the soft cheeks of his brat. He continued to watch him, as if mesmerized by the almost innocent and fragile look on Akihito's sleeping form. He let his thumb trace the younger man's silken hair, his brats long eyelashes and down to his soft lips. Silently listening to the soft sounds coming from Akihito's parted lips, engraving the peaceful face and committing it to his memory. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep as well.
~END~
Series: Viewfinder
Author: nemesia23
Pairing: Asami x Takaba
Rating: R
Summary: A short drabble, another one of Asami's POV.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Characters belong to Yamane-sensei.
Asami had never been surprised before, neither were his nerves so easily shaken, unless something remarkable happened. In his life, everything had always been a big gamble. The stakes were very high, and the bet much higher, his life. Winning was everything, losing meant a short ticket to hell. Death was never an option, not if he can help it.
His latest fascination was probably the most expensive "item" amongst his acquisitions. Truly, he could just have abandoned his toy when it was taken away from him back then, and earn himself a massive fortune considering the amount of money riding on the exchange. But, this time he had acted purely on his personal feelings.
It wasn't after the fiasco with the current Baishe had ended, that they'd moved together. The brat refused him many times before but the time had come to claim Akihito as his own. He'd decided then to make him his, and knowing that the brat's willingness to follow him just as well.
One taste of his brat was all it took to realize that once is never enough, not nearly. Weirdly, he knew he'd been obsessed with Akihito ever since then. He liked him, and fucking him whenever possible was one of the highlights of his day, nothing could top it.
Akihito Takaba, a bratty young photographer whose only aim in life was to bring him down, he's also the sweetest ass he'd ever laid his hands on. Understanding the fact that whatever strange attraction was between them wasn't going to go away soon. Why not enjoy the gift he had been given?
His life was dull, boring and exceedingly repetitive. Nothing was worth shit for his enjoyment. Everyone was the same to his eyes until he met Akihito. Everything seemed to have changed completely. He was never a poet, but he could only think of best to describe his brat's value to him. Akihito's simply there to make life filled with colors.
Love is foolish, and it's best for him to ignore his frailty towards it. Nonetheless, when it did strike him unexpectedly, he welcomes it unwillingly. He needed more, much more of it. And perhaps, he was mostly just waiting all this time. For Akihito to show him how, right about now.
- - -
"Do you love me?" Akihito asked, touching Asami's bottom lip. Asami stayed silent, then a few minutes later kissed Akihito's finger.
"Can't you tell, Akihito?" Asami replied.
Akihito felt disappointed. He quickly pulled his hand away, not even trying to hide his displeasure. The ache in his chest intensified at the lack of reassurance from his lover. Certain that his feelings for the man would never be returned.
Asami could see the emotions written clearly on Akihito's far too expressive face. He sighed, and lifted Akihito's chin. "Akihito, listen to me for I will only say this to you once. I have taken you as mine, no one else can have you. You will always belong to me, and you can never escape me. I'll never ever let you leave my side, and even if you resist and run away, I will find you wherever you hide and drag you back here. I'll never set you free my Akihito."
"Asami..." Akihito whispered, as he wrapped his arms around his lover's neck as Asami kissed him.
"Akihito, isn't my being here at your side enough for you? Does it not tell you anything at all? It's only been you whom I have allowed to stay with me, does this not mean anything to you? If you still haven't figured it out, then let me show you over and over again until you understand what we are to each other."
Asami wrapped his arms around Akihito's waist and lifted him up and carried him to their bedroom. Akihito closed his eyes and leaned towards his lover. Blushing furiously as he felt a soft biting kisses on his neck.
"Stop..."
"Would you really want me to stop, Akihito?"
Akihito groaned roughly, unable to convey his innermost turmoil. His reasoning or his desires? Half of him wanted Asami to stop so they could talk, and the other half more than wanted to let himself get lost in the pleasure the man always brought him. Akihito began to feel hot all over, unable to truly stop himself from grabbing Asami's hair and initiating the kiss. It was overwhelming to fight the effects his lover had on his mental state because it was quite strong.
"Don't stop..."
Hours later.
"I only need you," Asami whispered softly in Akihito's ear, gently caressing the soft cheeks of his brat. He continued to watch him, as if mesmerized by the almost innocent and fragile look on Akihito's sleeping form. He let his thumb trace the younger man's silken hair, his brats long eyelashes and down to his soft lips. Silently listening to the soft sounds coming from Akihito's parted lips, engraving the peaceful face and committing it to his memory. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep as well.
~END~