Shattered Mirror
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Category:
+S to Z › Viewfinder
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
4,297
Reviews:
2
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.
Chapter 2
Akihito thought it was impossible to be in more pain than he already was, but seeing Asami’s face made him realize he was wrong. How could Asami do this to him? After what had happened in Hong Kong with Feilong he thought he and Asami had actually progressed into something resembling a relationship. So why this? What had he done wrong? He desperately racked his brain trying to come up with something he’d done that would have angered Asami. But recently all the assignments he’d taken had actually been helpful to Asami. Akihito had actually managed to help incriminate a lot of Asami’s rivals in shady business dealings. In reality the only troublesome thing he’d done lately was take a picture of Asami with Akihito’s Doraemon towel wrapped around his hips. However, Doraemon didn’t warrant torture, and certainly not to this degree. There was nothing, absolutely nothing.
“Why Asami? Just answer me that.”
Asami laughed at him.
“You fucking bastard! Tell me! What the fuck did I do wrong?”
Asami shook his finger and tsked at him, which struck Akihito as strange. He didn’t see Asami as a finger-shaker or a tsker.
“Such language. You still haven’t realized it have you?”
“Realized what?”
“I guess I’ll just have to find a way to show you.”
Asami came over to where Akihito lay slumped against the wall. Kneeling down he yanked off Akihito’s stained pants and soiled underwear. Asami looked at him in disgust.
“You wet yourself? How…pathetic.”
“Fuck you.”
“No Takaba fuck you.”
With that Asami shoved into him. Akihito shrieked in pain. Over and over Asami raped his hole with a brutality Akihito had never before experienced from him. He could barley breathe and hot white sparks were flashing behind his eyes. He could feel little tears opening on his inner walls, and Akihito knew, when Asami pulled out, there would be blood. He prayed over and over that this was all a dream. That he’d wake up next to the real Asami like always. Since Hong Kong Akihito was rarely alone at night, but he didn’t mind. It was at night that Asami revealed himself the most, when he held Akihito tightly in his arms, and refused to let go till morning. Akihito looked up at Asami and realized their faces were only inches apart. Looking at his lover’s face a thought struck him and shock coursed through his body.
“Oh my god…”
Asami paused in his harsh thrusting to smirk at him.
“So you’ve finally realized.”
“I…what…”
Akihito trailed off unable to finish his sentence. He remained mute from shock, even as Asami laughed and slammed back into him.
“Why Asami? Just answer me that.”
Asami laughed at him.
“You fucking bastard! Tell me! What the fuck did I do wrong?”
Asami shook his finger and tsked at him, which struck Akihito as strange. He didn’t see Asami as a finger-shaker or a tsker.
“Such language. You still haven’t realized it have you?”
“Realized what?”
“I guess I’ll just have to find a way to show you.”
Asami came over to where Akihito lay slumped against the wall. Kneeling down he yanked off Akihito’s stained pants and soiled underwear. Asami looked at him in disgust.
“You wet yourself? How…pathetic.”
“Fuck you.”
“No Takaba fuck you.”
With that Asami shoved into him. Akihito shrieked in pain. Over and over Asami raped his hole with a brutality Akihito had never before experienced from him. He could barley breathe and hot white sparks were flashing behind his eyes. He could feel little tears opening on his inner walls, and Akihito knew, when Asami pulled out, there would be blood. He prayed over and over that this was all a dream. That he’d wake up next to the real Asami like always. Since Hong Kong Akihito was rarely alone at night, but he didn’t mind. It was at night that Asami revealed himself the most, when he held Akihito tightly in his arms, and refused to let go till morning. Akihito looked up at Asami and realized their faces were only inches apart. Looking at his lover’s face a thought struck him and shock coursed through his body.
“Oh my god…”
Asami paused in his harsh thrusting to smirk at him.
“So you’ve finally realized.”
“I…what…”
Akihito trailed off unable to finish his sentence. He remained mute from shock, even as Asami laughed and slammed back into him.