VF-Fic: Having (to ask)
Title: Having (to ask) (continuation of Wondering)
Author: ninnive
Fandom: "Viewfinder"-Series by Yamane Ayano
Characters: Takaba, Asami, Sunglasses
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers up to NT7
Summary: Asami comes back
Disclaimer: They all belong to Yamane-sensei and I promise to give them back.
*
Takaba was bored. Cracking jokes about Asami had been fun but he didn't dare pushing this topic with the unexpectedly peaceful bodyguard. Who knew which comment would send the man back into deep-frosted sarcasm mode? Not that Takaba didn't enjoy a good verbal sparring now and then, but the other had proven more than once that he was a nerve-wracking enemy in that department and it wouldn't do Takaba any good to let himself get riled up. Thad had after all led to his current company in the first place. And he really didn't want to think about his previous mistakes now! Sulking around would only bring him down and that'd be an unfavourable mental position to be in when Asami came back. No, what he needed was something distracting, something to prevent him from brooding. And Sunglasses' choice of television program was definitely no help in that matter…
"Well, after discovering your cooking skills I really thought you couldn’t surprise me anymore, but - animes? And ones for little girls at that! I don’t believe it," Takaba said mockingly.
"Just thought I'd indulge the intelligence level of my present company," replied the bodyguard, without missing a beat.
"Hey! Just because I'm not some embittered old Yakuza doesn’t mean I'm not interested in serious things! You lot tend to forget that I'm an adult and quite capable of behaving like one! I…"
"Watch the claws, kitty! I was only joking, there's no need for a discussion of principles. If you want to watch something else you could have just asked. Here." With that the other man handed the remote control to Takaba who took it gingerly and began zapping through the channels.
Some minutes later he had to admit that there was nothing of special interest on the tv and he settled for a news channel airing a report on last year's climate statistics.
Takaba wasn't prepared for the snarled "I don't think so!" with which Sunglasses suddenly grabbed the remote control and switched off the tv altogether. The voice of the bodyguard had taken on a steely edge and every trace of mockery had left his face, leaving a carefully neutral mask in place.
Bewildered, Takaba leaned back and shrugged.
"Fine, be creepy," he said defiantly. "But how about being creepy in an entertaining way? I'm bored - and since you insist on being my nanny you could at least do something about that." The last was muttered in a challenging way, daring the other to pick a fight.
But Sunglasses refused to take the bait. Grinning, he said: "Ok. I think I might just know what to do with you…"
*
When Asami came finally home that evening it was to the sight of his own bodyguard attacking Takaba and slamming him against a wall.
Without hesitation Asami stormed into the scene, pushed Sunglasses to the ground and positioned himself in front of Takaba; all with the speed and ferocity of a wild cat.
The stunned bodyguard stood up slowly, rubbing his neck with one hand and holding the other out in a gesture of appeasement. But before he had the chance to say something, Takaba had already grabbed the back of Asami's jacket, turned the man around and cried: "No! Asami, stop that! It's not… It's not what it looks like! He was just practicing self-defence with me. See? Nothing to get angry about."
Asami's eyebrows arched up, but the feral glint in his eyes had subsided. "Self-defence?"
"Well, I thought it a good idea since he gets in trouble all the time. It'd certainly make our jobs easier if he could at least stand his own against simple street robbers," the bodyguard explained, glad that Asami seemed to have regained his usual calmness.
"Ok, I see the point. Good thinking. And… sorry about that. Are you okay?"
"Sure. It needs a bit more than a punch of you to cause me any lasting damage," Sunglasses smirked.
"I should hope so. Otherwise there wouldn't be any need to employ you, would there? That's all for today. Tomorrow everything goes as planned, so you can go now."
The other man nodded, picked up his things and left the flat. When he was gone, Asami finally leaned towards Takaba and grinned. "Well, I'm glad you two didn't kill each other. That really would have been a shame." Lowering his head a bit, he brought his lips almost-but-not-quite in contact with Takaba's and smiled when the younger man began shivering in anticipation.
"It has been a long day; I think I'll go to bed now," Asami continued in a low voice, pushing his groin forwards until it came into contact with Takaba, who gasped at the feeling of the hardening cock pressed to his stomach and closed his eyes, sending a wordless invitation.
"No, I've no intention of making it that easy for you." Asami's voice hadn't lost its almost purring quality but the audible determination in it caused Takaba to open his eyes again and look astonished at the other man, who'd inched away a bit. "If you want something, Akihito, you'll have to ask for it." And with that Asami turned around and walked into his bedroom, leaving the door open.
next chapter: Moving
Author: ninnive
Fandom: "Viewfinder"-Series by Yamane Ayano
Characters: Takaba, Asami, Sunglasses
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers up to NT7
Summary: Asami comes back
Disclaimer: They all belong to Yamane-sensei and I promise to give them back.
*
Takaba was bored. Cracking jokes about Asami had been fun but he didn't dare pushing this topic with the unexpectedly peaceful bodyguard. Who knew which comment would send the man back into deep-frosted sarcasm mode? Not that Takaba didn't enjoy a good verbal sparring now and then, but the other had proven more than once that he was a nerve-wracking enemy in that department and it wouldn't do Takaba any good to let himself get riled up. Thad had after all led to his current company in the first place. And he really didn't want to think about his previous mistakes now! Sulking around would only bring him down and that'd be an unfavourable mental position to be in when Asami came back. No, what he needed was something distracting, something to prevent him from brooding. And Sunglasses' choice of television program was definitely no help in that matter…
"Well, after discovering your cooking skills I really thought you couldn’t surprise me anymore, but - animes? And ones for little girls at that! I don’t believe it," Takaba said mockingly.
"Just thought I'd indulge the intelligence level of my present company," replied the bodyguard, without missing a beat.
"Hey! Just because I'm not some embittered old Yakuza doesn’t mean I'm not interested in serious things! You lot tend to forget that I'm an adult and quite capable of behaving like one! I…"
"Watch the claws, kitty! I was only joking, there's no need for a discussion of principles. If you want to watch something else you could have just asked. Here." With that the other man handed the remote control to Takaba who took it gingerly and began zapping through the channels.
Some minutes later he had to admit that there was nothing of special interest on the tv and he settled for a news channel airing a report on last year's climate statistics.
Takaba wasn't prepared for the snarled "I don't think so!" with which Sunglasses suddenly grabbed the remote control and switched off the tv altogether. The voice of the bodyguard had taken on a steely edge and every trace of mockery had left his face, leaving a carefully neutral mask in place.
Bewildered, Takaba leaned back and shrugged.
"Fine, be creepy," he said defiantly. "But how about being creepy in an entertaining way? I'm bored - and since you insist on being my nanny you could at least do something about that." The last was muttered in a challenging way, daring the other to pick a fight.
But Sunglasses refused to take the bait. Grinning, he said: "Ok. I think I might just know what to do with you…"
*
When Asami came finally home that evening it was to the sight of his own bodyguard attacking Takaba and slamming him against a wall.
Without hesitation Asami stormed into the scene, pushed Sunglasses to the ground and positioned himself in front of Takaba; all with the speed and ferocity of a wild cat.
The stunned bodyguard stood up slowly, rubbing his neck with one hand and holding the other out in a gesture of appeasement. But before he had the chance to say something, Takaba had already grabbed the back of Asami's jacket, turned the man around and cried: "No! Asami, stop that! It's not… It's not what it looks like! He was just practicing self-defence with me. See? Nothing to get angry about."
Asami's eyebrows arched up, but the feral glint in his eyes had subsided. "Self-defence?"
"Well, I thought it a good idea since he gets in trouble all the time. It'd certainly make our jobs easier if he could at least stand his own against simple street robbers," the bodyguard explained, glad that Asami seemed to have regained his usual calmness.
"Ok, I see the point. Good thinking. And… sorry about that. Are you okay?"
"Sure. It needs a bit more than a punch of you to cause me any lasting damage," Sunglasses smirked.
"I should hope so. Otherwise there wouldn't be any need to employ you, would there? That's all for today. Tomorrow everything goes as planned, so you can go now."
The other man nodded, picked up his things and left the flat. When he was gone, Asami finally leaned towards Takaba and grinned. "Well, I'm glad you two didn't kill each other. That really would have been a shame." Lowering his head a bit, he brought his lips almost-but-not-quite in contact with Takaba's and smiled when the younger man began shivering in anticipation.
"It has been a long day; I think I'll go to bed now," Asami continued in a low voice, pushing his groin forwards until it came into contact with Takaba, who gasped at the feeling of the hardening cock pressed to his stomach and closed his eyes, sending a wordless invitation.
"No, I've no intention of making it that easy for you." Asami's voice hadn't lost its almost purring quality but the audible determination in it caused Takaba to open his eyes again and look astonished at the other man, who'd inched away a bit. "If you want something, Akihito, you'll have to ask for it." And with that Asami turned around and walked into his bedroom, leaving the door open.
next chapter: Moving