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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
6,154
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Viewfinder, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Cold of the Night
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Disclaimer:
Viewfinder and all the characters portrayed in here are the property of
Yamane Ayano. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes:
after \"Embrace the Heat of the Night\", very short, introspective, and
won\'t make that much sense if you haven\'t read the chapter.
* there are different variations of how Fei\'s full name is written,
but I went with Liu Fei Long here a. because Yamane Ayano writes it
this way in her art book and b. because it just looks better than
Feilon or any other variation I have seen.
*****
Cold of the Night
by
(October 2004)
The
smell of heavy rain is still hanging in the air when Asami steps out
of the house and walks towards the black BMW in the no-stopping zone
across the
street. In a not so unconscious gesture his hand strokes over his suit,
lingering for a moment. Not to smooth out the barely visible creases
Takaba\'s
touch has left there, but rather to recall and relish the small victory
that
took him as much by surprise as it had embarrassed Takaba once he
realized what
he was doing.
\"Uh ... I was just ... I
was just talking in my sleep\"
He
laughs softly as he unlocks the door and slips into the driver\'s
seat. So cute when he was nervous or embarrassed. Even more so than
normally
already, that was. His half-hearted fights, his loud protests only to
melt then
under his hands. \'Protest too much\' - it was certainly true in this
case and it
was half of the fun.
And he is more than willing
to indulge
Takaba in that. If he insisted that he didn\'t want it, then please. It
is only
a matter of time before the charade would finally be over. And until
then, he
has every intention of enjoying Takaba\'s constant, feeble objections
and
rebuttals to the fullest -- and to prove him wrong, as often as it
would be
necessary. The latest events have only confirmed him in the knowledge
that
Takaba is his and nothing he could do would change that.
There\'s
a smirk on his lips as he takes out a cigarette, the image of
Takaba reaching for him, holding him, still very vivid in his mind. It
was the
first time that the other had initiated anything, even if Takaba took
it back
immediately. But it was just the beginning. There is no doubt about it.
And
until then, he would just continue wrapping the web tighter around
Takaba until
there would be no escape for him, until he would really be his.
A
surprising development, he has to admit while taking a drag from his
cigarette, deeply inhaling the smoke. And not just this evening. Takaba
Akihito
shouldn\'t have been more than a bit of entertainment. Teaching him a
lesson and
scaring him off enough so that he wouldn\'t interfere anymore with his
business
was an additional advantage. Maybe even to satisfy the curiosity that
had come
up after Takaba had just jumped down a roof to escape them. Not many
people had
so much fight in them. Most other would have been on their knees by
then,
begging to be allowed to tell him all they knew and didn\'t know,
however
irrelevant. Not so Takaba. Not then and not later, when the trap had
closed
around him and Asami had him in his hands, to play with him all he
wanted.
It
had intrigued him, had aroused his curiosity, but nothing more.
It
had changed soon enough. Too soon, and without that he was even aware
of it.
\"Liu Fei Long is here. He
arrived a few days ago.\"
He
had kept his surprise to himself, managed to hold onto his
self-control while his mind was racing. Fei Long? Why now? Why after
all the
time?
\"And he has the brat, the
photographer. Akihito.\"
His
mask had slipped then for the barest moment. Not that it mattered.
It had advantages when one was the boss. But the strong surge of
possessiveness
and protectiveness he suddenly felt did take him by surprise.
It
had become only stronger from there on.
Asami
closes his eyes and lays his head against the headrest of his
seat, inhaling the faint smell of the leather. He has only felt this
way once
before, in a relationship that was never supposed to go anywhere. It
couldn\'t
then and certainly not anymore after what he did seven years ago. But
the
recent events are something he needs to take into consideration. Fei
Long is an
incalculable factor, as he had shown not too long ago.
It
was not that he couldn\'t appreciate the mental image of them together.
In fact, he had to admit, it was rather inspiring, but that didn\'t
change the
fact that Fei Long had no business playing with and taking what was
his, no
matter their past relationship and his motives.
And
Takaba Akihito was his and he had no intention of sharing him with
anybody.
He
shifts in his seat, trying to ignore the renewed arousal that strains
against his trousers at the thought of his one-time lover and his
current lover
together. The image is so clear, that he can not only see them
together, but
almost smell them, too, their unique scents mingling together, becoming
even
more intoxicating in this combination.
He
takes a deep drag from his cigarette and forces himself not to let
his thoughts drift to such shores and his mind not to linger on such
dangerous
fantasies, no matter how stimulating they were.
Yet, not even he can ignore
the irony
just how much the two of them have in common. Both are beautiful,
passionate,
clever, and braver than would be good for them. The same fierce spirit,
yet at
the same time they couldn\'t be more very different.
Light
and dark. But Takaba\'s high morals, and the innocence Fei lost
long ago already, is something that speaks to him, that pulls him to
Takaba
like a force he can\'t withstand. Not that he would want to.
\'I hate you\', eyes burning
and
voice already shaking while unconsciously trying to pull him even
closer.
He smiles as he remembers the
words as
well as Takaba arching into his touch, his body belying his words and
stating
very loudly what he couldn\'t say -- yet.
So
open, so easy to read. Unable to conceal his emotions, no matter the
situation and what he feels, or how much he fights it. No matter how
much he
wants to hide the pleasure of their unions ...
And
then the rest, Takaba already half asleep, reaching for him,
clutching his jacket.
\"Y-You are leaving?\"
One
step closer to his goal. From here on it was just a matter of time
and patience. Fortunately he has enough of both. And he has no doubt
that the
result will be worth it.
\"Sweet
dreams, my Takaba. Until next time,\" he says, voice
rough, as he turns the key around, starts the engine and vanishes into
the
night, reassured in the firm knowledge that \'next time\' would be very
soon.
~The End~