A FATED MEETING (complete)
Previously posted September 11/09
Pairing: Asami x Takaba x Souh
Fandom: Viewfinder
Disclaimer: Belongs to the mangaka,
YAMANE Ayano other characters belong to me
Rating: PG14
This is a work of pure fiction. Any similarities between anyone alive or dead are coincidental.
All characters are fictional from and come from the authors' imagination.
A FATED MEETING
(Prequel to Mama knows best Dear)
Chapter 1
In a dark corner hidden away from the other patrons in the busy nightclub. Surrounded by four silent and watchful men, all in dark suits. Sat a solemn figure of a man. With piercing eyes that appeared dangerous, from flashes of the beaming strobe light shining onto the large mirrored ball above the dance floor and glittered around the room.
They followed behind the sensuous and swaying hips of a certain dancer, gliding around the tiny space. Dressed in blue jeans and a plain yellow shirt, partially buttoned half way up the smooth hairless chest.
Peering honey color eyes squinted. Barely visible as the watcher took in those slim hips, moving forward to pressed heavily between the lower 'V' of the big breasted female's thighs. Drawing a loud chuckle from the drunken woman in his arms, which carried across the opened space to the small entourage of men, who clearly hear it across the noisy room.
The young man happily joined into the merry mirth. Inciting two other dancing couples beside him to lean into their small space. One of the laughingly males clapped a friendly hand onto the owner of the tight ass's shoulder, drawing his attention upward.
But before the younger man could answer, the female with him leaned over and whispered something into his ear. A big smile lit up his partially shadowed features. Turning he said something to the other parties and left the dance floor. Pulling the giggling female behind him and made their way hazardously to the exit.
Asami Ryuuichi's intense gaze never left the high round derriere until it disappeared behind the closed door. Blocking his view of the swaying couple, as they moved off into the dark night. His twitching cock demanded attention, something he would have to see about, right after he finished his business here.
He knew that high round tempting ass anywhere. He'd first seen it two nights ago at the club of one of his business partners. That swaying behind had been on the dance floor teasing his cock with its every movement.
The young waiter turned and faced several tables behind him. Asami saw for the first time the attractive, feminine face of the young man and his cock rose immediately.
From his sitting position he could easily make out the laughing hazel eyes, lively with color. Luscious lips full, red and sensuous, begging to be covered with his own. But what surprised him the most was the shocking strands of blonde hair, which he could easily see wasn't dyed and clearly shouted of the man's mixed heritage.
The older man's eyes squinted together and he had an uncontrollable urge to drag the smaller body beneath him right there. Plunge his heated cock into the very tight hole of the tempting ass until his tensed body relaxed in completion.
"Asama_sama?"
"Asami_sama," the bodyguard repeated, drawing his boss's attention back to the circle of men.
The grim handsome face turned to the repetitive sound and raised an inquiringly eyebrow expectantly, as he fixed his deadly gaze upon his Security Chief.
"Your next appointment is already at the office," he was informed, watching the big man sitting next to him, pocket the small silver cell phone in his big hand.
Asami nodded his understanding and his studious glance took in the emptied plate before him.
"Fine let's go," he said and stood up. His men rose with him.
Honey colored hues once more moved to the waiter who'd caught his attention and he noticed for the first time the tiny camera in the boy's small hand. Silently taking pictures of the patrons in the private restaurant.
Turning to his Security Chief standing beside him, he quietly issued out an order. "The blonde waiter over there. Find out everything you can about him."
"Yes Asami_sama."
"And retrieve all the pictures he's taken of me."
"Yes, Asami_sama," watchful eyes turned to the young man, taking in everything there was to see about him and pressed it into his mental folder.
The small group of men left the table and headed back to the office. But as they passed the quiet waiter standing slightly off to the side, Asami heard several rounds of quick clicks, as pictures of his party were taken.
His men heard it too and stop. Their intent very clear. To retrieve all unauthorized pictures taken of their employer.
"No."
All eyes turned in surprise to their boss.
"Find out who he is first?" he told the group and continued steadily walking out the door.
Unaware of the danger he was now in, the slim figure with the camera continued to move quietly around. Happily snapping hidden pictures of the other patrons.
The young man stood in the kitchen of his small two-room apartment looking at the pictures he'd recently taken. Inspecting the quality of each photo as he hung them onto the line to dry. Happy with his work and knew it should bring in enough money to pay the rent, for the coming month.
Dragging a wooden chair across the room he sat and stared at the picture of an older distinguished gentleman. Guessing he must be some where between thirty-one to thirty-six.
He was a handsome bastard in the photograph and the photographer could easily imagine woman throwing themselves at such a man, especially since he reeked so strongly of power and money. With his high quality suits and expensive leather shoes that he could clearly make out even in the picture.
Not knowing why he rose from his seat and reached for a couple of striking photos of the unknown man. Carried them into the small bedroom and hung them in his secret darkroom. His bedroom closet behind several shirts.
Tired from a long day the young man headed for the shower. Intending to shut it down for the night after his bath. Tomorrow he'd see about finding out who the mysterious man was, that kept showing up in his pictures.
An uncomfortable feeling woke the young man from his restful sleep. He had the uneasy feeling he was no longer alone and tiredly opened one eye. Something black and blurred was in his line of vision. Blinking twice, he swept a lazy hand across his tired face.
Hazel eyes opened once more, taking in a pair of black wing tips standing beside his futon and hurried turned onto his back.
The new mysterious man from his photos, stood staring down upon his sleepy form. Beside him, surrounding the old futon were the other men who were always with the stranger and whose pictures he'd taken earlier that day.
"What do you want?" the young man demanded of their leader.
Nothing. No one spoke. He dragged himself up into a sitting position and the slithering sheet, which cover his firm body landed in a heap into his lap. Exposing his smooth hairless naked chest.
Silence echoed around the room as all eyes stared intensely upon the beauty of the young man, who stared back with a defying look.
"What the hell do you all want?" he shouted to the towering men.
Nothing.
"Get the fuck out and let me sleep, if you have nothing to say. I gotta get up early in the morning."
Still nothing.
Shit.
"Close the blasted door behind you as you leave," he told the group and slid back down beneath the sheet. Pulling the warm cloth high over his shoulders.
Not use to being dismissed like something insignificant brought the older man out of his quiet speculation. He leaned downward and dragged the covering sheet off the young man.
Instantly two small hands came up and cupped himself, protection his private parts from being ogled by the strangers in his room.
"WHAT THE HELL. Get to fuck out NOW!" he barked angrily at the man in charged.
"Are those all the pictures you've taken of me,?" the older man asked instead, nodding to the kitchen.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asked instead.
Without warning a leather sole landed between his diaphragm and pressure was applied, as the leader increased his weight onto the boy's naked chest. Pushing the air from the smaller body.
"You Bastard. Get to hell_."
"I asked you a questioned. Are those all the pictures you took of me, Takaba Akihito?" and steadily increased the pressure on to his victim's lungs.
Desperately a small pair of hands released his limp cock and reached for the heavy foot crushing the air from his lungs. Takaba Akihito pushed against the crushing force with no success.
Akihito felt like his ribs were about to break and fought against the pressure. Helplessly he looked into the watchful face and refused to give in. Doing the only thing he could, he gathered as much saliva in his mouth that he could and spat upon the expensive cloth above him.
In surprise the pressure eased and the young man slipped out from beneath the offending limb.
"You bastard. You want to kill me," a hand rose to his pained chest and he rubbed against the bruised area. Huffing as he drew air into his almost depleted body.
"Answered the question."
"Yes damn it. That's all," giving the hated man an angry look. "Just take them and get to hell out."
Deciding to take the huddling boy at his word for the moment, Asami nodded to his men and each began to file out of the room.
"You better put clothes on," his smug voice reminding the younger man that he was still naked, as he too followed behind his men. "You don't want to catch a cold."
Surprised lit the small face and Akihito quickly turned unto his stomach hiding his genitals once more. Exposing his high, tight heart shaped ass to the air.
Glancing back to the stilled figure, Asami tripped over his feet as he stared into the room at the most tempting piece of perfection he'd ever seen and knew he was going to have a piece of that dick watering ass.
Akihito's head turned towards the open door and his hazel hues clashed with the warm honey eyes staring intensely at him.
"Get out," he barked. "And take your dogs with you."
The older man knew this wasn't the time, but very soon he promised himself he was going to have a piece of that ass.
He continued out of the room and the apartment. His men had already circle the late model black Lincoln Towncar. One of his men holding the incriminating pictures came to stand beside him.
"Asami_sama," he said, getting his boss's attention.
The dark head turned to the awaiting employee.
"Two pictures are missing," he told him and held out the negative to his boss. Indicating he should raise it to the overhead streetlight and have a look.
A wicked smile crossed his face as he handed the negative back to the man.
"Stay here," he told his men. "I'll handle this personally," and turned back to Takaba Akihito's apartment with determination to his stride.
***
Chapter 2
Akihito stood naked in his small kitchen, his fist clenched tightly against his thighs. Surveying the hazardous mess the intruders had created, in their detailed search for the entire collection of his current set of photographs.
Asami quietly re-entered the apartment, closing the wooden door behind him and stared into the startled face of Tabaka Akihito, who'd turned his head to the soft sound.
The tempting silhouette of his luscious ass beckoned to the older man from across the room, and slowly he made his way to the angry young man.
"What the FUCK do you want?" he barked, watching the older man come closer and mindful of his lack of clothing, he brought his hands together before him, covering his limp genitals.
A warning eyebrow rose at the boy's harsh tone and an evil smirk crossed the lips of the stranger. "Those aren't all the pictures. Are they?" he asked.
"What the hell are you talking about? Your people took everything I had hanging up to dry."
"Yes, but they weren't all," he informed him. "Two pictures are still missing. Where are they?"
"How the fuck should I know. If any are missing, go ask your damn buddies," he snapped and turned away. Heading back to the smaller room behind him.
So furious with the intrusion the young photographer was unaware that he was being closely followed and reached out to retrieve the fallen jeans he'd worn earlier.
But a masculine hand grasped the slender wrist in a punishing grip and Akihito was hauled upwards, away from the blue denim.
"My pictures where are they?" growled into his ear.
"How dare you?" A startled Akihito returned, tugging heavily on his hand.
"I'll dare a lot more if you don't give them to me," Asami promised menacingly and tightened his grip with a crushing strength.
"Bastard, let me gooo_" Akihito cried out with pain.
Asami ignored him and pulled drew his reluctant body even closer. "Where are there," he repeated.
"I don't know."
Akihito felt a hand touched his waist and he looked down, seeing a manicure hand sliding across his skin with small circles. Slowly increasing the area as it moved behind him, drawing him closer.
Desperation flooded his surprised body. He raised his attractive face, parted his full lips and tilted his head to the side. "Take your DAMN hand off me and let me go," he demanded.
Unsure of the stranger's intention, Akihito allowed himself to show some of the anxiety, which had began to flow within him, as his smaller body met with the hardness of the menacing man.
But he re refused to be intimidated, especially when the large hand circled the plumped flesh of his ass. "What are you doing?" his voice rose in surprise.
Smirking down into the uneasy expression beneath him, Asami said nothing. Instead he suddenly brought his head down unto the parted lips in a deep exploring kiss. Enjoying the welcoming heat that was drawing him in further.
For several seconds Akihito froze in shock. Then reality set in and he pushed against the strong chest beneath his clammy hands. But his angry actions only served to imprison him further, as those arms increased the stifling pressures onto his back.
The strangers' sharp tongue slipped between his parted lips and drove into his mouth. He wasn't having it. Akihito teeth closed in around the intruding tongue, with the intent to bite down. But two fingers forced their way between his clenched ass cheeks and pressed firmly against his crinkled rim, warningly.
He stilled, letting the older man have his way with his body. Fuming with each passing second.
Akihito was pushed unto the futon on the floor and his partner came down with him, pressing him into the wrinkled sheet. Kissing him and somehow managing to remove his jacket without withdrawing from the warm body.
Finally managing to drag his head to the side, Akihito labored for air into his squirming body. "Get off me. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
His eyes widen in surprised as a large hand circled his genitals, and slowly moved across the silken flesh, pumping it back and forth.
"Bastard. What the HELL are you doing? Let me to fuck go!" He demanded in a panic.
The handsome head lifted and honey colored eyes stared down upon Akihito flushed face. Ignoring the young man's demands for release, instead he raised a masculine hand and grasped the fighting face, moving from side to side. Bringing his head down upon the bruised full lips.
"No. Stop, I don't umm…"
A wonderful feeling was flowing through him, and Akihito groaned into the opened mouth above his. The large hand moved across his cock robbing him of his fight. Damn he couldn't let this man win, but his body was loosing the will to fight. Shit!
Shorter legs spread themselves further apart from the slightest of nudges. Allowing the knowing hand better access to his private parts. Shit it never felt this good whenever he did it to himself.
His cock was being worked by a master. The knowing hand had him groaning in pleasure, and he no longer utter words of refusal. Instead he was doing his best to assist his partner with every movement.
"More," he groaned as the knowing lips left his bruised lips working his way down to the small nubs pointing proudly into the air.
Asami mouth grassed across the smooth skin of Akihito's neck. Nipping and licking each and every centimeter of the exposed skin. Distracting him from the single digit that entered his tight ass and forcing a painful grasp from those redden lips.
"No," he started, but the wonderful palm moving across his cock, took away his injured thoughts of pain and covered his withering body with unbelievable pleasure.
Wonderful lips closed around a nipple. Nipping the perked flesh into mind-blowing sensations.
Akihito's sensitive body had reached a level he'd never even know existed. The fingers in his arse were moving to the same wonderful pattern of the hand on his dick. He couldn't move. They came together piercing his body with unbelievable pleasures.
Asami couldn't help it. He raised his head a little, looking into the twisted faced of the young man beneath him. His incredible expressions pulling him into his sexual realm. He'd never seen such a look upon any of his lover's before.
Even the panting that was escaping those swollen lips was totally erotic, and he wanted to see more. Instantly coming to the decision, he wasn't giving up this man until he had completely worked him out of his system.
"D_Damn, I'm cuming " Akihito's panting voice filled the air.
Not yet, passed through the older man thoughts and he roughly shoved another finger in the photographer tight hole.
The roughness had an opposite effect on Akihito. His hardened cock stilled, expanded and he shot his hot sticky sperm into the air, covering them both with his bodily milk.
"Oh God, god, god," he panted. His eyes were closed and he could hardly move.
Asami watched the beautiful face in disbelief, know it was a rare thing that a novice could cum from his first anal penetration. But this boy had and he suddenly wanted to be in him right away.
Akihito felt the fingers in his ass withdrew and tiredly he opened his eyes and slowly everything came back to him, as he watched his pervert unzipped his pants.
Forcing himself to move, he shoved at the older man's chest with everything he had and jumped up. Grabbing the jacket on the floor. Slipping into the single piece of clothing as he ran through the door. Jumping over the veranda and pass the startled men.
"Follow him," the security Chief ordered two of his men. "Donot loose him, understand."
Both men swallowed the lumps in their throats, understanding the threat.
"Yes sir," and took off.
Souh turned to the driver and ordered. "Come with me."
Hurrying the men met up with their boss as he exited the bedroom. The two missing pictures held in his hand.
"Where is he?" Asami looked up, asking his security chief.
"He got away, but I have two men following him, Asami_sama."
Asami nodded his head in understanding, his eyes going back to the pictures in his hand. They were good. The kid definitely had talent.
"I don't want him hurt…yet."
Looking up again to the man beside him. "Keep those two men on him. I want to know everyone he meets up with."
"Yes Asami_sama."
"Let's go," and led the way out into the night, an unusual frown marking his handsome face.
Asami sat in the back of the car angry with himself. He was careless and now he had a problem that he might have to kill the young photographer over. It was nothing personal, but when the young man had ran off with his jacket, he taken off with Asami personal PDA.
It wasn't easy to crack, but given enough time any good hacker could get into it and the information inside could seriously do damage to his organization.
"Take me to the office," he instructed.
The security chief's cell started to ring and reaching in he brought out the small object.
"Excuse me, Asami_sama," and place the phone to his ear. "Just a moment," he said into the apparatus.
Turning to his boss he informed him, they'd had found the boy. He was sitting in a park not too far from his home.
"Let go," he ordered immediately.
Akihito sat on a bench beneath a lamp. The oversized jacket wrapped tightly around him. His head bent deep in thought, when a pair of black leather loafers came into view.
"Hello Akihito," Asami said quietly.
Akihito raised his head, looking at the older man. "I knew you would come, if I waited."
"Why are you here?" he asked.
A small smile lit up the hazel eyes. "While running away from you. Something kept hitting me in the chest. At first I thought it was a gun, but when I looked into yoour pocket, it was your PDA. I knew you were going to need it," he answered. "What business man couldn't do with his PDA."
Asami listened to the long speech, silently impressed with the young man reasoning. Especially what he'd been through not less than twenty minutes ago.
"I knew your men were following me," he told hiim. "So it only made sense to wait here," and passed the small computer over to its owner. Watching as it was inspected and pocketed.
The simple gesture just save his life and he didn't know it.
"Come let's get you home."
Weariness entered the hazel hues and he drew back. "No, I don't think so. I would rather walk. I don't want to be anywhere with you. Don't frigging touch me," Akihito pulled his arm back, remembering who had started this latest round of problems in the first place.
Without warning he was scooped up in the air and brought closer to his capture's broad chest. He fought like a wild cat for his release. Asami had had enough. He was tired and had a meeting in a few hours.
He threw Akihito high into the air, ignoring his startled screams and easily caught him back into his steady arms. Smirking as a pair of arms grabbed on securely around his neck.
"You, you BASTARD," he shouted into Asami ear.
"If you keep shouting, I'm gong to take my jacket back," his carrier promised.
Four men suddenly surrounded them and he stilled in surprised.
"Take us back to his room." Their boss ordered.
Akihito sat still upon the pervert's lap. He refused to let him go. Even the furious glances he threw didn't help. Instead his pervert met him stare for stare with a smirk from those sexy lips and a continuos poke from his aroused cock.
"Bastard," He kept repeating under his breath.
As soon as the car stop and the door was opened, Akihito flew off the ridged pole as if he had wings and kept on going.
"Don't bother to come up," he shouted, uncaring if he woke the neighbors. "I'll send the jacket down in a moment."
Within seconds Akihito was back, jacket in hand. He threw the coat into the out stretched hand below. "I hope we never meet again!" he shouted, walking back into his room and locked the door.
Asami sat seemingly deep in thought. His hand touched something sticky on his coat and he looked down. Seeing the white sticky substance clinging to his jacket and ran his fingers into the liquid.
He wanted to fuck the photographer right them and there. To make him his lover and see that sexy expression across his face repeatedly. There is no way he was letting him go, yet.
"Souh," drawing his security chief's attention.
"Yes Asami_sama?"
"Tomorrow I want and offer for that building sitting on my desk, before the end of the day and I don't want anyone knowing it had been sold.
"Yes Asami_sama."
He was definitely going to be his lover.
***
Chapter 3
Akihito walked into the office of his boss, with a made up story readily on his sexy lips. He no longer had his precious packet of pictures and was ready to plead for another chance. It wasn't very often he disappointed the other man, but this was one of those rare cases.
"Good job, kid. I wasn't sure you could pull it off, but the pictures you sent in were right on, as usual. I don't know how you do it?" his boss inquired, looking over his reading glasses to the young talented photographer.
"What?"
"Yeah Akihito. Good job. Tell us, how did you manage to get in there?" one of the older writers came up behind him and clamped a heavy hand unto his surprised shoulder. "Those picture told the whole story. They were so perfect that the article almost wrote itself."
"Yeah, great job. Well done and I don't know how you do it," traveled around the newsroom from the other workers, as each member turned in their seats and congratulated him on his supposedly good pictures.
What were they talking about? He hadn't sent anything in. That bastard and his goons had taken all his photos.
He smiled, nodding his way through everyone pleasant words. But at the first break, he turned to his boss. Who sat patting the brown folder in front of him. His wrinkled brow for once smooth and free from etched lines.
"Aha…could I see the photographs?" Akihito asked, needing to know what was going on.
His boss smiled, "Sure son," and slid the folder across the desk.
Akihito opened the file and stared at each satin image, inspecting every detail, before finally admitting the photographs' hand was very similar to his own.
He could easily understand why everyone assumed the pictures were his own. He would have assumed the same thing at first glance himself, if not for two things.
One, he knew he hadn't taken those pictures and two as he inspect them closely, he could see the differences in the other persons' style. They held the camera a little to tight, giving each shot an edge that should have been smooth.
"Anyway here's your pay for a job well done."
Akihito stared at the envelope for several seconds before reaching out and accepting the familiar white envelope, with the company's logo printed in the upper left-hand corner.
He put it into the back pocket of his jeans; not sure what he was going to do with the money he hadn't earned.
Akihito needed answers.
The pictures were taken at the same at the restaurant as his previous ones, but the photographer had managed to include some shots that he couldn't have gotten. Like the VIP room, where according to the pictures, some Politicians and Yakuzas were deep in conversation.
The final picture held the most interest to the young man. He knew the bloody face of that handsome bastard. "Who's the uncle?" he asked innocently, lifting up the photograph into the air and showing both men.
Two pairs of eyes looked at him in disbelief.
"You don't know who that is?" the writer asked.
"Akihito, your one lucky bastard," his boss replied, shaking his head in disbelief. "How the hell do you do it and live. I'll really like to know?"
"So you know who he is?"
I thought every one in this business knew who he is?"
"Well, whose the bastard?"
"Better not let him hear you calling him that. You might disappear?'
"Yakuza?" Akihito asked.
"Not proven," his boss answered.
"But some in the Police department think so. So you be very careful Akihito," warned the writer. "The only thing we know for sure about the great 'Asami Ryuuichi', is that he's a business man and one of this city's best and richest citizen.
"He counts the Major, the Police Commissioner and a bunch of hotshot Politicians as friends. So tread carefully around him, or else something might happen to you," his boss added. "By the way how did you manage to get a picture of the elusive man? Akihito. It's very rare thing indeed."
He wanted to find out who had taken those pictures and have a talk with them. He knew just where to start. Asami Ryuuichi.
"You know me. I'll never tell," and turned away, distracted with the new assignment he'd gave himself.
"Hey where are you going?"
"To the Research room. I wanna check up on Asami Ryuuichi," not stopping but answering to both voices, ringing out the same question in his ears.
"Be careful," his boss's voice warned again.
"Yeah. It could be dangerous," came the other voice behind him.
Akihito kept going, but waved a hand acknowledging he'd heard both men. His mind already on his pervert. He now had a name with that damn face, and he was going to find out everything there was to know about his sexual harasser.
Five hours later Akihito left the dusty room, his mind filled with the supposedly legit businessman Asami Ryuuichi. Wondering to himself, how the hell the Yakuza had gotten away with the many things he had been linked to.
While reading up on his next mark Akihito had come to the conclusion he was going to bring him down. He would show that pervert he wasn't afraid of him.
All he had to do was follow behind the bastard and his camera would easily catch him in the act. He was good at trailing undetected behind anyone so it shouldn't be too hard.
Akihito's cell phone started to ring. It was a text, reminding him that they were to meet again at the new club for ten o'clock.
Shit! He forgotten. His research on Asami Ryuuich had completely shoved aside the get together, with his friends and out of his mind. Damn he better hurry, he needed to stop at the Police station. He had an informant there that would have more information.
At eleven o'clock Akihito and his friends were happily enjoying themselves, drinking beer and chatting up the opposite sex. Who sat beside each member of the group, clinging onto their arms.
Akihito had temporarily forgotten about his day, until he saw the five men in dark clothing wander in. His hazel hues pinpointed his sexual harasser immediately.
What the Hell was he doing here? He thought.
Most of the relaxed atmosphere within him disappeared and he became more watchful. Reaching down he pretended to scratch his calf but secretly checked on the miniature camera strapped onto his calf. In his line of work it paid to be prepared.
Good it was still there.
Ten minutes later his target rose, leaving his men behind and walked into the back, through a door that closed solidly behind him.
This is it!
"Gotta go to the loo," he told the group and slipped away. Taking the long way around. He made his way unseen to the door.
Staying low Akihito pressed his ear against the door. He couldn't hear anything. Slowly he turned the knob and open the door a crack, still nothing.
Daringly he pushed it further open, enough to stick his head in. It was a bathroom.
Quickly he entered and closed the door, wanting to drown out the outside noise. Silently he made his way further into the room, when a lock sliding home made a quiet clicking sound behind him.
Akihito frozen and counted to five before he slowly turned around. Asami Ryuuichi stood there with a wicked grin on his handsome face.
"Hello Akihito," he greeted the young photographer. "Imagine meeting you here."
Damn. His target was standing behind him.
"Where you looking for me?" the bastard asked.
Shit, shit, shit. How the Hell was he going to get out of this?
"Cat got your tongue?"
Still the startled young man said nothing.
Pushing himself away from the door, Asami walked towards his prey. Watching as the young man backed up until he reached the counter.
Akihito through a look over his shoulder and met the wariness in his eyes through
The cleaned mirror.
Turning back to the advancing man, he put on as brave a front that he could muster. "No I wasn't looking for you," he told him.
"Oh?" it plainly said he didn't believe him.
"This is a bathroom isn't it?" Akihito retorted.
"Yes, yes it is," Asami answered, coming to a stop. He was so close that a hand would have trouble passing through them.
"Excuse me, I got to use the urinal," he said to his capture.
A large hand cupped his cock and squeezed the tip gently. "You don't feel like it to me.
Repeated tremors racked his smaller body and Akihito looked helplessly at Asami Ryuuichi. "Take your hand off me!" he glared.
Asami actions gave an answer, as he gave the saluting cock another friendly squeeze.
"What the hell is wr_?" Akihito never finished his sentence. A bruising pair of lips collided with his in a punishing kiss, while a sharp tongue speared between the furious cavity of his mouth.
Passion ran right behind the pain and Akihito squirmed helplessly against the older man's hand. Letting it pump his horny body onto the road to an orgasm.
The alcohol he'd already consumed had reduced his awareness, to the point that he never realized, when the leather belt was released. Or his rarely worn dress pants and underwear dropped to the floor. Exposing the other wandering hand to the warm naked skin of his hip, and heat between the cheeks of his arse.
Asami's lips slid lower. Grassing across the taunt skin, as Akihto tilt his head to the other side, giving him total access to the smooth skin.
The young photographer's groans were intoxicating, pulling the more experienced man into his sexual world and Asami knew nothing was going to stop him, from fucking that ass tonight.
His lips closed around a perked nub on the shoved out chest, while a circling finger slid repeatedly across the tight rim of Akihito wrinkled hole.
"Aaaha, yes, oh yes."
He was feeling it. Was going too exploded.
Asami continued lower, his intent clear to a more aware and alert partner. But the sensations were so much stronger than anything the young man had never felt before, and he was literally going out of his head with the pleasure.
Akihito grunts and groans magnify around the small room, piercing into Asami Ryuuichi. Forcing him to admit that he had no intention of ending it with Takaba Akihito after tonight.
In fact it was going to take a while before he was going to be satisfied with the boy's firm but wonderful body.
A finger gently slipped into the heated hole, reaching until it found what it was looking for.
"Oh shit!" Akihito raised voiced pierce the quietness. His hips slammed into warm hand holding his engorged shaft. "What the hell?"
Asami move to his knees and brought the ruddy cock to his lips. He covered just the head with his mouth. Letting the warmth penetrate into the twitching organ, then slipped his tongue into the slit and twirled deeperly.
Akihito was moving on instinct only. His hips shoved forward and he howled his pleasure. Begging loudly for more.
His ass had never felt such pleasure. He didn't even know it could. But his cock, oh God he'd heard it many times before and never believed it. In fact he'd always dismissed it as foolishness, but now he knew it was true. Only a man knew the true wonders of a cock.
He slammed his cock into the greedy mouth, going right down the man's throat. Fucking it like it was a tight pussy. His hands ran through the black hair and held on, while pumping himself onward.
Another finger slipped into his ass and he was uncomfortable back there, but it wasn't enough to stop him. In fact it added to his pleasure. Touching that something inside him.
Shit he was cuming. His hands tightened on the hair and he buried himself to the very hilt. Pouring everything he had right down that hungry throat.
"Oh, oh, oh, cccuumminnnggg."
Akihito leaned backward breathing heavily. His hands resting upon the counter. Helping to support his trembling body, while turning to look down at on of Japan's riches men, with Akihito's rod still in his mouth.
His eyes met Asami's and he blushed red, drawing attention to the paleness of his blond hair. He turned his head not knowing what to say; remembering the things he had said as the man had sucked him off.
Seeing his uncomfortable expression, Asami rose. His fingers moving within the loosened hole.
"Get your damn fingers out of there!" Akihito barked, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Asami looked him in the hazel eyes and stated clearly. "It's my turn."
Akihito's face went redder and he shouted, "Get the fuck away from me! I'm not touching you anywhere!"
A soft popping sound and both Asami's hands were on Akihito's hips. He lifted him in the air and placed him to sit upon the counter. Then stood between the young man's parted legs and pulled him forward.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?" Akihito panicked.
"Fucking you," he answered with a smirk.
"Get the fuck away from me you pervert. Go get some other man. I don't fuck with guys," he refused, doing his best to push against the rock of Asami's body.
"That's too bad, because you're going to become my bitch."
"You're crazy!"
Asami step closer and pushed upward. His cock pressing against Akihito's twitching hole.
"No, no. Stop it," Akihito pushed furiously against the strong chest and tight arms around his waist, with everything he had. "GET the fuck away from me, you DAMN pervert," he yelled.
A knock on the door stilled the instigator.
"Asami_sama?" a male voice called out.
Both hazel and honey colored eyes froze at the interruption. Akihito opened his mouth to yell for help. But a hand clasp around his mouth.
"He won't help you and you'll only embarrass yourself. He works for me and obeys only me."
"Asami_sama, it time for the meeting," the voice came again.
Asami Ryuuichi stepped back and too the side. "Right," he said to the voice at the door.
He fixed his clothes and turned away from the mirror. His gaze fell on a heavy breathing Akihito. With unbelievable speed he pull him back into his arm. Ignoring the squirming of the smaller man and planted a bruising kiss upon his full lips.
"Until we meet again Takaba Akihito," he said as he released him and walked away.
The young photographer watched him walk though the door, knowing he has to find the evidence to bring that arrogant man down. There was no way he was letting that perverted harasser anywhere near his ass.
Asami knew for the passed week Akihito had followed behind him. The young man was so good at hiding, his men had to create many diversions to stop him from becoming too intrusive but all hadn't work.
His men was now informing him of the latest slip up, which allowed Akihito and his ever present camera to enter. "Enough." He told them. "Bring him here tonight."
Last night the boy had diverted his men and followed behind his as usually. Taking pictures of his meeting on the docks, with certain businessmen and politicians he had in his back pocket.
"Yes Asami_sama."
Asami sat alone in his office staring down at the photo he had of Takaba Akihito. The picture really didn't do him any justice. He personally knew the young man was much more attractive in person; especially with that soft blond silken hair and smooth, tight body.
Honey colored eyes lit up with laughter at his thoughts and something else, excitement. "It time he reeled in Takaba Akihito." A smirk hovering around his sexy lips.
This story ends where the manga begins :)
The End
Pairing: Asami x Takaba x Souh
Fandom: Viewfinder
Disclaimer: Belongs to the mangaka,
YAMANE Ayano other characters belong to me
Rating: PG14
This is a work of pure fiction. Any similarities between anyone alive or dead are coincidental.
All characters are fictional from and come from the authors' imagination.
A FATED MEETING
(Prequel to Mama knows best Dear)
Chapter 1
In a dark corner hidden away from the other patrons in the busy nightclub. Surrounded by four silent and watchful men, all in dark suits. Sat a solemn figure of a man. With piercing eyes that appeared dangerous, from flashes of the beaming strobe light shining onto the large mirrored ball above the dance floor and glittered around the room.
They followed behind the sensuous and swaying hips of a certain dancer, gliding around the tiny space. Dressed in blue jeans and a plain yellow shirt, partially buttoned half way up the smooth hairless chest.
Peering honey color eyes squinted. Barely visible as the watcher took in those slim hips, moving forward to pressed heavily between the lower 'V' of the big breasted female's thighs. Drawing a loud chuckle from the drunken woman in his arms, which carried across the opened space to the small entourage of men, who clearly hear it across the noisy room.
The young man happily joined into the merry mirth. Inciting two other dancing couples beside him to lean into their small space. One of the laughingly males clapped a friendly hand onto the owner of the tight ass's shoulder, drawing his attention upward.
But before the younger man could answer, the female with him leaned over and whispered something into his ear. A big smile lit up his partially shadowed features. Turning he said something to the other parties and left the dance floor. Pulling the giggling female behind him and made their way hazardously to the exit.
Asami Ryuuichi's intense gaze never left the high round derriere until it disappeared behind the closed door. Blocking his view of the swaying couple, as they moved off into the dark night. His twitching cock demanded attention, something he would have to see about, right after he finished his business here.
He knew that high round tempting ass anywhere. He'd first seen it two nights ago at the club of one of his business partners. That swaying behind had been on the dance floor teasing his cock with its every movement.
The young waiter turned and faced several tables behind him. Asami saw for the first time the attractive, feminine face of the young man and his cock rose immediately.
From his sitting position he could easily make out the laughing hazel eyes, lively with color. Luscious lips full, red and sensuous, begging to be covered with his own. But what surprised him the most was the shocking strands of blonde hair, which he could easily see wasn't dyed and clearly shouted of the man's mixed heritage.
The older man's eyes squinted together and he had an uncontrollable urge to drag the smaller body beneath him right there. Plunge his heated cock into the very tight hole of the tempting ass until his tensed body relaxed in completion.
"Asama_sama?"
"Asami_sama," the bodyguard repeated, drawing his boss's attention back to the circle of men.
The grim handsome face turned to the repetitive sound and raised an inquiringly eyebrow expectantly, as he fixed his deadly gaze upon his Security Chief.
"Your next appointment is already at the office," he was informed, watching the big man sitting next to him, pocket the small silver cell phone in his big hand.
Asami nodded his understanding and his studious glance took in the emptied plate before him.
"Fine let's go," he said and stood up. His men rose with him.
Honey colored hues once more moved to the waiter who'd caught his attention and he noticed for the first time the tiny camera in the boy's small hand. Silently taking pictures of the patrons in the private restaurant.
Turning to his Security Chief standing beside him, he quietly issued out an order. "The blonde waiter over there. Find out everything you can about him."
"Yes Asami_sama."
"And retrieve all the pictures he's taken of me."
"Yes, Asami_sama," watchful eyes turned to the young man, taking in everything there was to see about him and pressed it into his mental folder.
The small group of men left the table and headed back to the office. But as they passed the quiet waiter standing slightly off to the side, Asami heard several rounds of quick clicks, as pictures of his party were taken.
His men heard it too and stop. Their intent very clear. To retrieve all unauthorized pictures taken of their employer.
"No."
All eyes turned in surprise to their boss.
"Find out who he is first?" he told the group and continued steadily walking out the door.
Unaware of the danger he was now in, the slim figure with the camera continued to move quietly around. Happily snapping hidden pictures of the other patrons.
The young man stood in the kitchen of his small two-room apartment looking at the pictures he'd recently taken. Inspecting the quality of each photo as he hung them onto the line to dry. Happy with his work and knew it should bring in enough money to pay the rent, for the coming month.
Dragging a wooden chair across the room he sat and stared at the picture of an older distinguished gentleman. Guessing he must be some where between thirty-one to thirty-six.
He was a handsome bastard in the photograph and the photographer could easily imagine woman throwing themselves at such a man, especially since he reeked so strongly of power and money. With his high quality suits and expensive leather shoes that he could clearly make out even in the picture.
Not knowing why he rose from his seat and reached for a couple of striking photos of the unknown man. Carried them into the small bedroom and hung them in his secret darkroom. His bedroom closet behind several shirts.
Tired from a long day the young man headed for the shower. Intending to shut it down for the night after his bath. Tomorrow he'd see about finding out who the mysterious man was, that kept showing up in his pictures.
An uncomfortable feeling woke the young man from his restful sleep. He had the uneasy feeling he was no longer alone and tiredly opened one eye. Something black and blurred was in his line of vision. Blinking twice, he swept a lazy hand across his tired face.
Hazel eyes opened once more, taking in a pair of black wing tips standing beside his futon and hurried turned onto his back.
The new mysterious man from his photos, stood staring down upon his sleepy form. Beside him, surrounding the old futon were the other men who were always with the stranger and whose pictures he'd taken earlier that day.
"What do you want?" the young man demanded of their leader.
Nothing. No one spoke. He dragged himself up into a sitting position and the slithering sheet, which cover his firm body landed in a heap into his lap. Exposing his smooth hairless naked chest.
Silence echoed around the room as all eyes stared intensely upon the beauty of the young man, who stared back with a defying look.
"What the hell do you all want?" he shouted to the towering men.
Nothing.
"Get the fuck out and let me sleep, if you have nothing to say. I gotta get up early in the morning."
Still nothing.
Shit.
"Close the blasted door behind you as you leave," he told the group and slid back down beneath the sheet. Pulling the warm cloth high over his shoulders.
Not use to being dismissed like something insignificant brought the older man out of his quiet speculation. He leaned downward and dragged the covering sheet off the young man.
Instantly two small hands came up and cupped himself, protection his private parts from being ogled by the strangers in his room.
"WHAT THE HELL. Get to fuck out NOW!" he barked angrily at the man in charged.
"Are those all the pictures you've taken of me,?" the older man asked instead, nodding to the kitchen.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asked instead.
Without warning a leather sole landed between his diaphragm and pressure was applied, as the leader increased his weight onto the boy's naked chest. Pushing the air from the smaller body.
"You Bastard. Get to hell_."
"I asked you a questioned. Are those all the pictures you took of me, Takaba Akihito?" and steadily increased the pressure on to his victim's lungs.
Desperately a small pair of hands released his limp cock and reached for the heavy foot crushing the air from his lungs. Takaba Akihito pushed against the crushing force with no success.
Akihito felt like his ribs were about to break and fought against the pressure. Helplessly he looked into the watchful face and refused to give in. Doing the only thing he could, he gathered as much saliva in his mouth that he could and spat upon the expensive cloth above him.
In surprise the pressure eased and the young man slipped out from beneath the offending limb.
"You bastard. You want to kill me," a hand rose to his pained chest and he rubbed against the bruised area. Huffing as he drew air into his almost depleted body.
"Answered the question."
"Yes damn it. That's all," giving the hated man an angry look. "Just take them and get to hell out."
Deciding to take the huddling boy at his word for the moment, Asami nodded to his men and each began to file out of the room.
"You better put clothes on," his smug voice reminding the younger man that he was still naked, as he too followed behind his men. "You don't want to catch a cold."
Surprised lit the small face and Akihito quickly turned unto his stomach hiding his genitals once more. Exposing his high, tight heart shaped ass to the air.
Glancing back to the stilled figure, Asami tripped over his feet as he stared into the room at the most tempting piece of perfection he'd ever seen and knew he was going to have a piece of that dick watering ass.
Akihito's head turned towards the open door and his hazel hues clashed with the warm honey eyes staring intensely at him.
"Get out," he barked. "And take your dogs with you."
The older man knew this wasn't the time, but very soon he promised himself he was going to have a piece of that ass.
He continued out of the room and the apartment. His men had already circle the late model black Lincoln Towncar. One of his men holding the incriminating pictures came to stand beside him.
"Asami_sama," he said, getting his boss's attention.
The dark head turned to the awaiting employee.
"Two pictures are missing," he told him and held out the negative to his boss. Indicating he should raise it to the overhead streetlight and have a look.
A wicked smile crossed his face as he handed the negative back to the man.
"Stay here," he told his men. "I'll handle this personally," and turned back to Takaba Akihito's apartment with determination to his stride.
***
Chapter 2
Akihito stood naked in his small kitchen, his fist clenched tightly against his thighs. Surveying the hazardous mess the intruders had created, in their detailed search for the entire collection of his current set of photographs.
Asami quietly re-entered the apartment, closing the wooden door behind him and stared into the startled face of Tabaka Akihito, who'd turned his head to the soft sound.
The tempting silhouette of his luscious ass beckoned to the older man from across the room, and slowly he made his way to the angry young man.
"What the FUCK do you want?" he barked, watching the older man come closer and mindful of his lack of clothing, he brought his hands together before him, covering his limp genitals.
A warning eyebrow rose at the boy's harsh tone and an evil smirk crossed the lips of the stranger. "Those aren't all the pictures. Are they?" he asked.
"What the hell are you talking about? Your people took everything I had hanging up to dry."
"Yes, but they weren't all," he informed him. "Two pictures are still missing. Where are they?"
"How the fuck should I know. If any are missing, go ask your damn buddies," he snapped and turned away. Heading back to the smaller room behind him.
So furious with the intrusion the young photographer was unaware that he was being closely followed and reached out to retrieve the fallen jeans he'd worn earlier.
But a masculine hand grasped the slender wrist in a punishing grip and Akihito was hauled upwards, away from the blue denim.
"My pictures where are they?" growled into his ear.
"How dare you?" A startled Akihito returned, tugging heavily on his hand.
"I'll dare a lot more if you don't give them to me," Asami promised menacingly and tightened his grip with a crushing strength.
"Bastard, let me gooo_" Akihito cried out with pain.
Asami ignored him and pulled drew his reluctant body even closer. "Where are there," he repeated.
"I don't know."
Akihito felt a hand touched his waist and he looked down, seeing a manicure hand sliding across his skin with small circles. Slowly increasing the area as it moved behind him, drawing him closer.
Desperation flooded his surprised body. He raised his attractive face, parted his full lips and tilted his head to the side. "Take your DAMN hand off me and let me go," he demanded.
Unsure of the stranger's intention, Akihito allowed himself to show some of the anxiety, which had began to flow within him, as his smaller body met with the hardness of the menacing man.
But he re refused to be intimidated, especially when the large hand circled the plumped flesh of his ass. "What are you doing?" his voice rose in surprise.
Smirking down into the uneasy expression beneath him, Asami said nothing. Instead he suddenly brought his head down unto the parted lips in a deep exploring kiss. Enjoying the welcoming heat that was drawing him in further.
For several seconds Akihito froze in shock. Then reality set in and he pushed against the strong chest beneath his clammy hands. But his angry actions only served to imprison him further, as those arms increased the stifling pressures onto his back.
The strangers' sharp tongue slipped between his parted lips and drove into his mouth. He wasn't having it. Akihito teeth closed in around the intruding tongue, with the intent to bite down. But two fingers forced their way between his clenched ass cheeks and pressed firmly against his crinkled rim, warningly.
He stilled, letting the older man have his way with his body. Fuming with each passing second.
Akihito was pushed unto the futon on the floor and his partner came down with him, pressing him into the wrinkled sheet. Kissing him and somehow managing to remove his jacket without withdrawing from the warm body.
Finally managing to drag his head to the side, Akihito labored for air into his squirming body. "Get off me. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
His eyes widen in surprised as a large hand circled his genitals, and slowly moved across the silken flesh, pumping it back and forth.
"Bastard. What the HELL are you doing? Let me to fuck go!" He demanded in a panic.
The handsome head lifted and honey colored eyes stared down upon Akihito flushed face. Ignoring the young man's demands for release, instead he raised a masculine hand and grasped the fighting face, moving from side to side. Bringing his head down upon the bruised full lips.
"No. Stop, I don't umm…"
A wonderful feeling was flowing through him, and Akihito groaned into the opened mouth above his. The large hand moved across his cock robbing him of his fight. Damn he couldn't let this man win, but his body was loosing the will to fight. Shit!
Shorter legs spread themselves further apart from the slightest of nudges. Allowing the knowing hand better access to his private parts. Shit it never felt this good whenever he did it to himself.
His cock was being worked by a master. The knowing hand had him groaning in pleasure, and he no longer utter words of refusal. Instead he was doing his best to assist his partner with every movement.
"More," he groaned as the knowing lips left his bruised lips working his way down to the small nubs pointing proudly into the air.
Asami mouth grassed across the smooth skin of Akihito's neck. Nipping and licking each and every centimeter of the exposed skin. Distracting him from the single digit that entered his tight ass and forcing a painful grasp from those redden lips.
"No," he started, but the wonderful palm moving across his cock, took away his injured thoughts of pain and covered his withering body with unbelievable pleasure.
Wonderful lips closed around a nipple. Nipping the perked flesh into mind-blowing sensations.
Akihito's sensitive body had reached a level he'd never even know existed. The fingers in his arse were moving to the same wonderful pattern of the hand on his dick. He couldn't move. They came together piercing his body with unbelievable pleasures.
Asami couldn't help it. He raised his head a little, looking into the twisted faced of the young man beneath him. His incredible expressions pulling him into his sexual realm. He'd never seen such a look upon any of his lover's before.
Even the panting that was escaping those swollen lips was totally erotic, and he wanted to see more. Instantly coming to the decision, he wasn't giving up this man until he had completely worked him out of his system.
"D_Damn, I'm cuming " Akihito's panting voice filled the air.
Not yet, passed through the older man thoughts and he roughly shoved another finger in the photographer tight hole.
The roughness had an opposite effect on Akihito. His hardened cock stilled, expanded and he shot his hot sticky sperm into the air, covering them both with his bodily milk.
"Oh God, god, god," he panted. His eyes were closed and he could hardly move.
Asami watched the beautiful face in disbelief, know it was a rare thing that a novice could cum from his first anal penetration. But this boy had and he suddenly wanted to be in him right away.
Akihito felt the fingers in his ass withdrew and tiredly he opened his eyes and slowly everything came back to him, as he watched his pervert unzipped his pants.
Forcing himself to move, he shoved at the older man's chest with everything he had and jumped up. Grabbing the jacket on the floor. Slipping into the single piece of clothing as he ran through the door. Jumping over the veranda and pass the startled men.
"Follow him," the security Chief ordered two of his men. "Donot loose him, understand."
Both men swallowed the lumps in their throats, understanding the threat.
"Yes sir," and took off.
Souh turned to the driver and ordered. "Come with me."
Hurrying the men met up with their boss as he exited the bedroom. The two missing pictures held in his hand.
"Where is he?" Asami looked up, asking his security chief.
"He got away, but I have two men following him, Asami_sama."
Asami nodded his head in understanding, his eyes going back to the pictures in his hand. They were good. The kid definitely had talent.
"I don't want him hurt…yet."
Looking up again to the man beside him. "Keep those two men on him. I want to know everyone he meets up with."
"Yes Asami_sama."
"Let's go," and led the way out into the night, an unusual frown marking his handsome face.
Asami sat in the back of the car angry with himself. He was careless and now he had a problem that he might have to kill the young photographer over. It was nothing personal, but when the young man had ran off with his jacket, he taken off with Asami personal PDA.
It wasn't easy to crack, but given enough time any good hacker could get into it and the information inside could seriously do damage to his organization.
"Take me to the office," he instructed.
The security chief's cell started to ring and reaching in he brought out the small object.
"Excuse me, Asami_sama," and place the phone to his ear. "Just a moment," he said into the apparatus.
Turning to his boss he informed him, they'd had found the boy. He was sitting in a park not too far from his home.
"Let go," he ordered immediately.
Akihito sat on a bench beneath a lamp. The oversized jacket wrapped tightly around him. His head bent deep in thought, when a pair of black leather loafers came into view.
"Hello Akihito," Asami said quietly.
Akihito raised his head, looking at the older man. "I knew you would come, if I waited."
"Why are you here?" he asked.
A small smile lit up the hazel eyes. "While running away from you. Something kept hitting me in the chest. At first I thought it was a gun, but when I looked into yoour pocket, it was your PDA. I knew you were going to need it," he answered. "What business man couldn't do with his PDA."
Asami listened to the long speech, silently impressed with the young man reasoning. Especially what he'd been through not less than twenty minutes ago.
"I knew your men were following me," he told hiim. "So it only made sense to wait here," and passed the small computer over to its owner. Watching as it was inspected and pocketed.
The simple gesture just save his life and he didn't know it.
"Come let's get you home."
Weariness entered the hazel hues and he drew back. "No, I don't think so. I would rather walk. I don't want to be anywhere with you. Don't frigging touch me," Akihito pulled his arm back, remembering who had started this latest round of problems in the first place.
Without warning he was scooped up in the air and brought closer to his capture's broad chest. He fought like a wild cat for his release. Asami had had enough. He was tired and had a meeting in a few hours.
He threw Akihito high into the air, ignoring his startled screams and easily caught him back into his steady arms. Smirking as a pair of arms grabbed on securely around his neck.
"You, you BASTARD," he shouted into Asami ear.
"If you keep shouting, I'm gong to take my jacket back," his carrier promised.
Four men suddenly surrounded them and he stilled in surprised.
"Take us back to his room." Their boss ordered.
Akihito sat still upon the pervert's lap. He refused to let him go. Even the furious glances he threw didn't help. Instead his pervert met him stare for stare with a smirk from those sexy lips and a continuos poke from his aroused cock.
"Bastard," He kept repeating under his breath.
As soon as the car stop and the door was opened, Akihito flew off the ridged pole as if he had wings and kept on going.
"Don't bother to come up," he shouted, uncaring if he woke the neighbors. "I'll send the jacket down in a moment."
Within seconds Akihito was back, jacket in hand. He threw the coat into the out stretched hand below. "I hope we never meet again!" he shouted, walking back into his room and locked the door.
Asami sat seemingly deep in thought. His hand touched something sticky on his coat and he looked down. Seeing the white sticky substance clinging to his jacket and ran his fingers into the liquid.
He wanted to fuck the photographer right them and there. To make him his lover and see that sexy expression across his face repeatedly. There is no way he was letting him go, yet.
"Souh," drawing his security chief's attention.
"Yes Asami_sama?"
"Tomorrow I want and offer for that building sitting on my desk, before the end of the day and I don't want anyone knowing it had been sold.
"Yes Asami_sama."
He was definitely going to be his lover.
***
Chapter 3
Akihito walked into the office of his boss, with a made up story readily on his sexy lips. He no longer had his precious packet of pictures and was ready to plead for another chance. It wasn't very often he disappointed the other man, but this was one of those rare cases.
"Good job, kid. I wasn't sure you could pull it off, but the pictures you sent in were right on, as usual. I don't know how you do it?" his boss inquired, looking over his reading glasses to the young talented photographer.
"What?"
"Yeah Akihito. Good job. Tell us, how did you manage to get in there?" one of the older writers came up behind him and clamped a heavy hand unto his surprised shoulder. "Those picture told the whole story. They were so perfect that the article almost wrote itself."
"Yeah, great job. Well done and I don't know how you do it," traveled around the newsroom from the other workers, as each member turned in their seats and congratulated him on his supposedly good pictures.
What were they talking about? He hadn't sent anything in. That bastard and his goons had taken all his photos.
He smiled, nodding his way through everyone pleasant words. But at the first break, he turned to his boss. Who sat patting the brown folder in front of him. His wrinkled brow for once smooth and free from etched lines.
"Aha…could I see the photographs?" Akihito asked, needing to know what was going on.
His boss smiled, "Sure son," and slid the folder across the desk.
Akihito opened the file and stared at each satin image, inspecting every detail, before finally admitting the photographs' hand was very similar to his own.
He could easily understand why everyone assumed the pictures were his own. He would have assumed the same thing at first glance himself, if not for two things.
One, he knew he hadn't taken those pictures and two as he inspect them closely, he could see the differences in the other persons' style. They held the camera a little to tight, giving each shot an edge that should have been smooth.
"Anyway here's your pay for a job well done."
Akihito stared at the envelope for several seconds before reaching out and accepting the familiar white envelope, with the company's logo printed in the upper left-hand corner.
He put it into the back pocket of his jeans; not sure what he was going to do with the money he hadn't earned.
Akihito needed answers.
The pictures were taken at the same at the restaurant as his previous ones, but the photographer had managed to include some shots that he couldn't have gotten. Like the VIP room, where according to the pictures, some Politicians and Yakuzas were deep in conversation.
The final picture held the most interest to the young man. He knew the bloody face of that handsome bastard. "Who's the uncle?" he asked innocently, lifting up the photograph into the air and showing both men.
Two pairs of eyes looked at him in disbelief.
"You don't know who that is?" the writer asked.
"Akihito, your one lucky bastard," his boss replied, shaking his head in disbelief. "How the hell do you do it and live. I'll really like to know?"
"So you know who he is?"
I thought every one in this business knew who he is?"
"Well, whose the bastard?"
"Better not let him hear you calling him that. You might disappear?'
"Yakuza?" Akihito asked.
"Not proven," his boss answered.
"But some in the Police department think so. So you be very careful Akihito," warned the writer. "The only thing we know for sure about the great 'Asami Ryuuichi', is that he's a business man and one of this city's best and richest citizen.
"He counts the Major, the Police Commissioner and a bunch of hotshot Politicians as friends. So tread carefully around him, or else something might happen to you," his boss added. "By the way how did you manage to get a picture of the elusive man? Akihito. It's very rare thing indeed."
He wanted to find out who had taken those pictures and have a talk with them. He knew just where to start. Asami Ryuuichi.
"You know me. I'll never tell," and turned away, distracted with the new assignment he'd gave himself.
"Hey where are you going?"
"To the Research room. I wanna check up on Asami Ryuuichi," not stopping but answering to both voices, ringing out the same question in his ears.
"Be careful," his boss's voice warned again.
"Yeah. It could be dangerous," came the other voice behind him.
Akihito kept going, but waved a hand acknowledging he'd heard both men. His mind already on his pervert. He now had a name with that damn face, and he was going to find out everything there was to know about his sexual harasser.
Five hours later Akihito left the dusty room, his mind filled with the supposedly legit businessman Asami Ryuuichi. Wondering to himself, how the hell the Yakuza had gotten away with the many things he had been linked to.
While reading up on his next mark Akihito had come to the conclusion he was going to bring him down. He would show that pervert he wasn't afraid of him.
All he had to do was follow behind the bastard and his camera would easily catch him in the act. He was good at trailing undetected behind anyone so it shouldn't be too hard.
Akihito's cell phone started to ring. It was a text, reminding him that they were to meet again at the new club for ten o'clock.
Shit! He forgotten. His research on Asami Ryuuich had completely shoved aside the get together, with his friends and out of his mind. Damn he better hurry, he needed to stop at the Police station. He had an informant there that would have more information.
At eleven o'clock Akihito and his friends were happily enjoying themselves, drinking beer and chatting up the opposite sex. Who sat beside each member of the group, clinging onto their arms.
Akihito had temporarily forgotten about his day, until he saw the five men in dark clothing wander in. His hazel hues pinpointed his sexual harasser immediately.
What the Hell was he doing here? He thought.
Most of the relaxed atmosphere within him disappeared and he became more watchful. Reaching down he pretended to scratch his calf but secretly checked on the miniature camera strapped onto his calf. In his line of work it paid to be prepared.
Good it was still there.
Ten minutes later his target rose, leaving his men behind and walked into the back, through a door that closed solidly behind him.
This is it!
"Gotta go to the loo," he told the group and slipped away. Taking the long way around. He made his way unseen to the door.
Staying low Akihito pressed his ear against the door. He couldn't hear anything. Slowly he turned the knob and open the door a crack, still nothing.
Daringly he pushed it further open, enough to stick his head in. It was a bathroom.
Quickly he entered and closed the door, wanting to drown out the outside noise. Silently he made his way further into the room, when a lock sliding home made a quiet clicking sound behind him.
Akihito frozen and counted to five before he slowly turned around. Asami Ryuuichi stood there with a wicked grin on his handsome face.
"Hello Akihito," he greeted the young photographer. "Imagine meeting you here."
Damn. His target was standing behind him.
"Where you looking for me?" the bastard asked.
Shit, shit, shit. How the Hell was he going to get out of this?
"Cat got your tongue?"
Still the startled young man said nothing.
Pushing himself away from the door, Asami walked towards his prey. Watching as the young man backed up until he reached the counter.
Akihito through a look over his shoulder and met the wariness in his eyes through
The cleaned mirror.
Turning back to the advancing man, he put on as brave a front that he could muster. "No I wasn't looking for you," he told him.
"Oh?" it plainly said he didn't believe him.
"This is a bathroom isn't it?" Akihito retorted.
"Yes, yes it is," Asami answered, coming to a stop. He was so close that a hand would have trouble passing through them.
"Excuse me, I got to use the urinal," he said to his capture.
A large hand cupped his cock and squeezed the tip gently. "You don't feel like it to me.
Repeated tremors racked his smaller body and Akihito looked helplessly at Asami Ryuuichi. "Take your hand off me!" he glared.
Asami actions gave an answer, as he gave the saluting cock another friendly squeeze.
"What the hell is wr_?" Akihito never finished his sentence. A bruising pair of lips collided with his in a punishing kiss, while a sharp tongue speared between the furious cavity of his mouth.
Passion ran right behind the pain and Akihito squirmed helplessly against the older man's hand. Letting it pump his horny body onto the road to an orgasm.
The alcohol he'd already consumed had reduced his awareness, to the point that he never realized, when the leather belt was released. Or his rarely worn dress pants and underwear dropped to the floor. Exposing the other wandering hand to the warm naked skin of his hip, and heat between the cheeks of his arse.
Asami's lips slid lower. Grassing across the taunt skin, as Akihto tilt his head to the other side, giving him total access to the smooth skin.
The young photographer's groans were intoxicating, pulling the more experienced man into his sexual world and Asami knew nothing was going to stop him, from fucking that ass tonight.
His lips closed around a perked nub on the shoved out chest, while a circling finger slid repeatedly across the tight rim of Akihito wrinkled hole.
"Aaaha, yes, oh yes."
He was feeling it. Was going too exploded.
Asami continued lower, his intent clear to a more aware and alert partner. But the sensations were so much stronger than anything the young man had never felt before, and he was literally going out of his head with the pleasure.
Akihito grunts and groans magnify around the small room, piercing into Asami Ryuuichi. Forcing him to admit that he had no intention of ending it with Takaba Akihito after tonight.
In fact it was going to take a while before he was going to be satisfied with the boy's firm but wonderful body.
A finger gently slipped into the heated hole, reaching until it found what it was looking for.
"Oh shit!" Akihito raised voiced pierce the quietness. His hips slammed into warm hand holding his engorged shaft. "What the hell?"
Asami move to his knees and brought the ruddy cock to his lips. He covered just the head with his mouth. Letting the warmth penetrate into the twitching organ, then slipped his tongue into the slit and twirled deeperly.
Akihito was moving on instinct only. His hips shoved forward and he howled his pleasure. Begging loudly for more.
His ass had never felt such pleasure. He didn't even know it could. But his cock, oh God he'd heard it many times before and never believed it. In fact he'd always dismissed it as foolishness, but now he knew it was true. Only a man knew the true wonders of a cock.
He slammed his cock into the greedy mouth, going right down the man's throat. Fucking it like it was a tight pussy. His hands ran through the black hair and held on, while pumping himself onward.
Another finger slipped into his ass and he was uncomfortable back there, but it wasn't enough to stop him. In fact it added to his pleasure. Touching that something inside him.
Shit he was cuming. His hands tightened on the hair and he buried himself to the very hilt. Pouring everything he had right down that hungry throat.
"Oh, oh, oh, cccuumminnnggg."
Akihito leaned backward breathing heavily. His hands resting upon the counter. Helping to support his trembling body, while turning to look down at on of Japan's riches men, with Akihito's rod still in his mouth.
His eyes met Asami's and he blushed red, drawing attention to the paleness of his blond hair. He turned his head not knowing what to say; remembering the things he had said as the man had sucked him off.
Seeing his uncomfortable expression, Asami rose. His fingers moving within the loosened hole.
"Get your damn fingers out of there!" Akihito barked, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Asami looked him in the hazel eyes and stated clearly. "It's my turn."
Akihito's face went redder and he shouted, "Get the fuck away from me! I'm not touching you anywhere!"
A soft popping sound and both Asami's hands were on Akihito's hips. He lifted him in the air and placed him to sit upon the counter. Then stood between the young man's parted legs and pulled him forward.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?" Akihito panicked.
"Fucking you," he answered with a smirk.
"Get the fuck away from me you pervert. Go get some other man. I don't fuck with guys," he refused, doing his best to push against the rock of Asami's body.
"That's too bad, because you're going to become my bitch."
"You're crazy!"
Asami step closer and pushed upward. His cock pressing against Akihito's twitching hole.
"No, no. Stop it," Akihito pushed furiously against the strong chest and tight arms around his waist, with everything he had. "GET the fuck away from me, you DAMN pervert," he yelled.
A knock on the door stilled the instigator.
"Asami_sama?" a male voice called out.
Both hazel and honey colored eyes froze at the interruption. Akihito opened his mouth to yell for help. But a hand clasp around his mouth.
"He won't help you and you'll only embarrass yourself. He works for me and obeys only me."
"Asami_sama, it time for the meeting," the voice came again.
Asami Ryuuichi stepped back and too the side. "Right," he said to the voice at the door.
He fixed his clothes and turned away from the mirror. His gaze fell on a heavy breathing Akihito. With unbelievable speed he pull him back into his arm. Ignoring the squirming of the smaller man and planted a bruising kiss upon his full lips.
"Until we meet again Takaba Akihito," he said as he released him and walked away.
The young photographer watched him walk though the door, knowing he has to find the evidence to bring that arrogant man down. There was no way he was letting that perverted harasser anywhere near his ass.
Asami knew for the passed week Akihito had followed behind him. The young man was so good at hiding, his men had to create many diversions to stop him from becoming too intrusive but all hadn't work.
His men was now informing him of the latest slip up, which allowed Akihito and his ever present camera to enter. "Enough." He told them. "Bring him here tonight."
Last night the boy had diverted his men and followed behind his as usually. Taking pictures of his meeting on the docks, with certain businessmen and politicians he had in his back pocket.
"Yes Asami_sama."
Asami sat alone in his office staring down at the photo he had of Takaba Akihito. The picture really didn't do him any justice. He personally knew the young man was much more attractive in person; especially with that soft blond silken hair and smooth, tight body.
Honey colored eyes lit up with laughter at his thoughts and something else, excitement. "It time he reeled in Takaba Akihito." A smirk hovering around his sexy lips.
This story ends where the manga begins :)
The End