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Category:
+S to Z › Viewfinder
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,780
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Viewfinder, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Things Change
See First Chapter for notes and warnings
Disclaimer: All characters belongs to Yamane Sensei and I am not making any money off of this. Its all in good fun!
****
Sleek designs, leather furniture and silk curtains in the living room; king size western bed with 600 count sheets and a suede comforter, huge oak dressers and night stands with two walk in closets… it was to much for Takaba. He just stared, eyes growing bigger when he entered the bathroom. The shower stall was the size of his old bathroom, not to mention the kitchen was the size of his old apartment. It was all overwhelming and awe inspiring. There was no way he could live here.
His bags and boxes where still at the front door, with the guards moving everything in and Asami’s interior decorator setting up Takaba’s stuff, trying to keep the elegance. It was too much, that was all Takaba could think much less say.
Shrugging on his backpack, he turned to the front door, skirting around men and the crazy designer with blue hair. He had to get out of the place and think.
“Ahh, what is this? An antique camera? At least that boy has some taste! When I did Yuki Eri’s apartment his lover was just as childish.” The designer, Shuuri cried. Takaba glanced over making sure the man was handling the camera correctly. Satisfied Shuuri was handing the camera he headed out.
The blonde guard who always picked him up for Asami followed in toe, keeping little distance between the boy.
“I can go out ALONE!” It’s not like I will not come back. My stuff is here!” Takaba grumbled, glaring at the guard.
The guard ignored him and after trying to out run the man, Takaba gave up, instead allowing the man to offer a car and drive him to the record store.
****
Asami was home hours later, expecting to find Takaba there. He was sorely disappointed. Stalking up to Shuuri he glared at the man. “Where is Takaba? You didn’t say anything to upset him did you?”
Shuuri, use to this from the Yakuza shrugged and pointed at a guard still arranging clothing. “Ikki took him out. They have been gone for three hours.”
Asami flipped open his phone and hit the speed dial.
****
“Hello?”
“Ikki where are you?”
“I’m twenty minutes away.”
“Takaba with you?”
“Yes. He wanted to go to the record store and then we picked up dinner.”
“Change direction. Go to the club. I will meet you there.”
****
Takaba closed his eyes and leaned back, his cds close to him as well as the steaming hot Okonomi and rice. Lost in his thoughts, he reviewed the past two months. He had fallen from the roof, spent three days in the hospital and then a month with Asami over at his apartment almost four days out of the week. He had fought, argued and ran away the entire time and after an intense weekend of sex caved in and agreed to move in with Asami. Now it was happening and he was worried. Would he have to be followed everywhere? Was Asami going to allow him to continue to work? Did he even want this?
His heart pulled at the thought of never seeing Asami, and he sighed.
****
“We’re here!” Ikki said, pulling up to the curb. Takaba opened his eyes, “We were suppose to go home…”
“Boss called, said to come here instead.”
Takaba paused looking around before opening the door. Did he really want to go in? He could make a dash. The door opened and Asami came out, smirking as he gestured for Takaba to come.
****
“I’m not sure if I want to do this.”
A smirk then, “You agreed.”
“After you fucked me all weekend. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Who decided to pick up dinner?”
“What?” A confused look then a glare.
“Ikki said you insisted.”
“I wasn’t sure when you would let me eat with that appetite of yours. All you do is fuck me.”
“Your body always begs and so do you pet.” A pause then a chuckled. “Shuuri didn’t say anything…”
“Like you would care!”
Silence followed after that statement and Takaba just sat there with Asami leaning over to him, cigarette smoke trailing up. It was a tension filled silence that lasted for minutes until Takaba was squiring and uncomfortable. It looked as if Asami wasn’t going to continue the conversation; he just reached over, put out his cigarette and pushed Takaba until the blonde was lying on the couch. Hands started to caress his stomach as the dark hair man closed the distance and captured Takaba’s lips. The blonde could taste smoke as he returned the kiss, arching into the hands as they moved his shirt up. He met each tongue stroke, earning growls from Asami as he plunged Takaba’s mouth. Buttons popped as the shirt was urged off, Asami breaking the kiss to move down to the neck. He licked and nibbled, until the body underneath was begging for him.
“Shit, fuck me Asami! Please!” Legs tried to wrap around his waist and grind against his thigh but the Yakuza pulled back.
“Who do you belong to?” He asked, and Takaba whimpered as he tried to take off his pants. He got the jeans down to his knees before he was pushed back down, his underwear still on. Clever hands stroked him through the fabric, nails lightly running down his cock’s side before circling the head.
“Who do you belong to?”
Takaba shook his head, trying to get closer to the hand, precome all over his stomach and the fabric. Asami pulled the underwear down and finished undressing Takaba before going back to his question.
Naked the photographer arched, before trying to take care of his hard on with his hands. He wrapped them around his cock before Asami torn them off and with one hand held them over his head. His other hand was tracing Takaba’s cock lightly, using nails and occasionally cupping his balls enough to make him ach but not cum and Takaba crumbled.
“You! I belong to you!” He finally cried out. His hands were let go and opening his eyes he saw dark hair before a wet warm mouth engulfed him. Screaming he fell back, hands in the soft hair as he held the wonderful mouth to him, fucking it.
Asami allowed it, sucking, swirling his tongue and taking the cock deeply. It took very little before Takaba went over the edge, shooting hot come in his mouth.
Panting the photographer fell back against the couch and groaned as he felt Asami swallow his seed. Flushed and satisfied hew laid there. Until he heard the door open. At that sound Takaba sat up and looked, seeing Asami’s back as the man left.
“Where are you going?” He called, curling up on to his body.
“If you think…I don’t offer my home to just anyone nor do I fuck anyone else. If you can’t see that then…” Asami turned back and locked eyes with Takaba. “Then move out.”
The door clicked softly after the Yakuza, and Takaba just sat there in shock.
Disclaimer: All characters belongs to Yamane Sensei and I am not making any money off of this. Its all in good fun!
****
Sleek designs, leather furniture and silk curtains in the living room; king size western bed with 600 count sheets and a suede comforter, huge oak dressers and night stands with two walk in closets… it was to much for Takaba. He just stared, eyes growing bigger when he entered the bathroom. The shower stall was the size of his old bathroom, not to mention the kitchen was the size of his old apartment. It was all overwhelming and awe inspiring. There was no way he could live here.
His bags and boxes where still at the front door, with the guards moving everything in and Asami’s interior decorator setting up Takaba’s stuff, trying to keep the elegance. It was too much, that was all Takaba could think much less say.
Shrugging on his backpack, he turned to the front door, skirting around men and the crazy designer with blue hair. He had to get out of the place and think.
“Ahh, what is this? An antique camera? At least that boy has some taste! When I did Yuki Eri’s apartment his lover was just as childish.” The designer, Shuuri cried. Takaba glanced over making sure the man was handling the camera correctly. Satisfied Shuuri was handing the camera he headed out.
The blonde guard who always picked him up for Asami followed in toe, keeping little distance between the boy.
“I can go out ALONE!” It’s not like I will not come back. My stuff is here!” Takaba grumbled, glaring at the guard.
The guard ignored him and after trying to out run the man, Takaba gave up, instead allowing the man to offer a car and drive him to the record store.
****
Asami was home hours later, expecting to find Takaba there. He was sorely disappointed. Stalking up to Shuuri he glared at the man. “Where is Takaba? You didn’t say anything to upset him did you?”
Shuuri, use to this from the Yakuza shrugged and pointed at a guard still arranging clothing. “Ikki took him out. They have been gone for three hours.”
Asami flipped open his phone and hit the speed dial.
****
“Hello?”
“Ikki where are you?”
“I’m twenty minutes away.”
“Takaba with you?”
“Yes. He wanted to go to the record store and then we picked up dinner.”
“Change direction. Go to the club. I will meet you there.”
****
Takaba closed his eyes and leaned back, his cds close to him as well as the steaming hot Okonomi and rice. Lost in his thoughts, he reviewed the past two months. He had fallen from the roof, spent three days in the hospital and then a month with Asami over at his apartment almost four days out of the week. He had fought, argued and ran away the entire time and after an intense weekend of sex caved in and agreed to move in with Asami. Now it was happening and he was worried. Would he have to be followed everywhere? Was Asami going to allow him to continue to work? Did he even want this?
His heart pulled at the thought of never seeing Asami, and he sighed.
****
“We’re here!” Ikki said, pulling up to the curb. Takaba opened his eyes, “We were suppose to go home…”
“Boss called, said to come here instead.”
Takaba paused looking around before opening the door. Did he really want to go in? He could make a dash. The door opened and Asami came out, smirking as he gestured for Takaba to come.
****
“I’m not sure if I want to do this.”
A smirk then, “You agreed.”
“After you fucked me all weekend. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Who decided to pick up dinner?”
“What?” A confused look then a glare.
“Ikki said you insisted.”
“I wasn’t sure when you would let me eat with that appetite of yours. All you do is fuck me.”
“Your body always begs and so do you pet.” A pause then a chuckled. “Shuuri didn’t say anything…”
“Like you would care!”
Silence followed after that statement and Takaba just sat there with Asami leaning over to him, cigarette smoke trailing up. It was a tension filled silence that lasted for minutes until Takaba was squiring and uncomfortable. It looked as if Asami wasn’t going to continue the conversation; he just reached over, put out his cigarette and pushed Takaba until the blonde was lying on the couch. Hands started to caress his stomach as the dark hair man closed the distance and captured Takaba’s lips. The blonde could taste smoke as he returned the kiss, arching into the hands as they moved his shirt up. He met each tongue stroke, earning growls from Asami as he plunged Takaba’s mouth. Buttons popped as the shirt was urged off, Asami breaking the kiss to move down to the neck. He licked and nibbled, until the body underneath was begging for him.
“Shit, fuck me Asami! Please!” Legs tried to wrap around his waist and grind against his thigh but the Yakuza pulled back.
“Who do you belong to?” He asked, and Takaba whimpered as he tried to take off his pants. He got the jeans down to his knees before he was pushed back down, his underwear still on. Clever hands stroked him through the fabric, nails lightly running down his cock’s side before circling the head.
“Who do you belong to?”
Takaba shook his head, trying to get closer to the hand, precome all over his stomach and the fabric. Asami pulled the underwear down and finished undressing Takaba before going back to his question.
Naked the photographer arched, before trying to take care of his hard on with his hands. He wrapped them around his cock before Asami torn them off and with one hand held them over his head. His other hand was tracing Takaba’s cock lightly, using nails and occasionally cupping his balls enough to make him ach but not cum and Takaba crumbled.
“You! I belong to you!” He finally cried out. His hands were let go and opening his eyes he saw dark hair before a wet warm mouth engulfed him. Screaming he fell back, hands in the soft hair as he held the wonderful mouth to him, fucking it.
Asami allowed it, sucking, swirling his tongue and taking the cock deeply. It took very little before Takaba went over the edge, shooting hot come in his mouth.
Panting the photographer fell back against the couch and groaned as he felt Asami swallow his seed. Flushed and satisfied hew laid there. Until he heard the door open. At that sound Takaba sat up and looked, seeing Asami’s back as the man left.
“Where are you going?” He called, curling up on to his body.
“If you think…I don’t offer my home to just anyone nor do I fuck anyone else. If you can’t see that then…” Asami turned back and locked eyes with Takaba. “Then move out.”
The door clicked softly after the Yakuza, and Takaba just sat there in shock.