Hello!

I've enjoyed very much the fanfics that were posted these last few days for Akihito's birthday--thank you all!!!
Here is my own (belated) little gift to Akihito. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own the boyz. Yamane Ayano does.

Akihito could feel his heartbeat getting faster and louder by the second. With his nose pressed against the ( Read more... )

Hello everyone! Here's a tiny something I felt like writing today. I hope you enjoy it!!! As always, I look forward to your comments!

Disclaimer: Nope, Viewfinder is not mine.

Akihito enters the dark room and closes the door behind him quietly. His gaze seeks the large figure lying motionless on the bed by the window, watching every line and every ( Read more... )

 Disclaimer: I don't own Viewfinder
Warning: OOC-ness, smex, angst

“Good.”

Asami's response snaps Akihito out of his lament. “Wha- What?” When his gaze seeks the man’s eyes for answers, all he can see is stern, solid, unwavering seriousness. “There’s no such thing as unconditional love, Akihito. It’s a fantasy for the clueless and the ( Read more... )

One last streak of smoke makes its vehement escape from the man’s lips, then crashes on the cold, grey door and dispels into the chilly night breeze. The cigarette falls on the floor and dies with a sigh. The large figure stands still, staring at the key clenched in his sweaty palm. Slowly, he raises his fist and knocks on the metal surface softly ( Read more... )

When Shangan Hotel’s Golden Ballroom explodes with wild applause and loud cries of approbation, a deep sigh of relief escapes the wide chest of the yakuza. As much as he loves expensive cloths and signature accessories, he can’t stand the boredom of the runaway or, in fact, the poor taste of untalented designers, such as Mijaki-sensei. Focus, ( Read more... )

WOW! As he enters the Shangan Hotel’s Golden Ballroom, Akihito gapes in awe at the sight of the runaway platform dominating the large hall under the dazzling light of the golden chandelier. Every surface of the platform is covered with flawless purple velvet featuring patterns of golden dragons and cranes. A dozen loud workers are setting up the ( Read more... )

Hot flesh drenched in sweat covers his entire being, pressing hard upon his chest, invading his inmost body, moving inside him in a frantic dance beyond control. Two large hands have trapped his legs in their firm grip, and wild lips ravage his own in ferocious kisses. With his eyes closed, he drowns in the utmost pleasure of being devoured by the ( Read more... )

Previous Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine.


The light pink walls of the corridor echo the strides of the tall man, slow and unusually hesitant. One palm wipes away the sweat from his temples, the other curled in a fist hides in his pocket. His feet lead him to the elevator but his mind is stuck on what he left behind: the ( Read more... )

I suspect this is very OOC, but I couldn't resist...
I hope you will like it. Please let me know what you think. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Virefinder
Warning: Strong language. Violence. No Feilong (sorry)

As raindrops fall on the window mercilessly, the distant lights of Tokyo’s midnight frenzy shine blurred into the dark room. A thin trail of smoke ( Read more... )

Time to find out who is behind Akihito's back...
I hope you enjoy this chapter!!!
I look forward to your comments! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder.

“Takaba-san?” A soft female voice caresses Akihito’s agonizing mind. When the photographer turns around, he catches two beautiful blue eyes flickering playfully at him behind long, blond locks. He ( Read more... )