Taste for Leather: Crossing the Line
Title: Taste for Leather: Crossing the Line
Fandom: Finder Series
Characters/Pairings: Asami & Aki
Warnings: Mentions of physical and sexual abuse
Rating: R
Summary: It's not all fun and games when Asami crosses the line
Disclaimer: Yamane-sensei owns all VF characters. Any OC are mine as is the story.
He took in the scene again hoping, wishing that it was a dream-or more like a nightmare-and he would wake up soon. But the stark reality of the earlier events filled his vision; there was no place he could hide, or his gaze could rest without seeing what his loss of control had wrought. He sat in shock, his hands shaking tremulously; one holding his fifth shot of whiskey and the other a cigarette-the ashtray already filled to the brim, and threatening to spill over at any second.
It wasn’t supposed to happen, and not with his boy as the target; it was a weakness that he detested in others, and more so in himself. The click of the door opening barely made him react. Asami knew very well it would be Kirishima, he was the one with basic medical training-it had been one of the requirements for the job. It wasn’t until Kirishima’s shoes came into view that Asami raised his head, dreading whatever he was about to hear.
“Asami-sama, I’ve taken care of some of Takaba-san’s wounds. Sadly I didn’t have the skill to take proper care of his other medical needs and so I had to bring in Sui. To be safe I made him double check my work, Takaba-san is sleeping now. Sui gave him a mild sedative, as well as a mixture of antibiotics and painkillers. Would you like to see him now?” Did he? For once, Asami didn’t know, he didn’t know what to expect. He was worried, so worried; but he was afraid too, it was like a hand was twisting his insides.
Would Akihito want him after what had happened? Everything had been going so well up ‘til now. Oh, there had been arguments, but nothing that had been damaging to their relationship. But this time it was different and he just didn’t know, that uncertainty is what kept him glued to the sofa. Akihito had been through a lot before, and Asami had admired his boy’s grit and determined spirit in the aftermath. This time would the outcome be the same, would his Akihito? There was only one way to find out. Nothing had tested his courage like getting up and walking towards the guest room; making his way to his boy’s side to face either exoneration or punishment for his actions.
The door was slightly ajar and he stepped quietly inside, his hands clenching into fists as he took in the sight of Akihito lying face down on the bed. The thin wrists were bandaged, where his belt had chafed and scraped from Akihito’s struggles. He knew-because he’d seen them as Kirishima had taken Akihito away- there were finger shaped bruises mottling his boy’s neck, biceps, hips, and inner thighs; where Asami had kept him down by sheer force as past demons had taken possession, making him lose himself in painful memories brought on by the tragic series of events earlier in the evening.
Asami stood beside the bed, watching Akihito sleep; noticing the red puffiness around his eyes and wet eyelashes, proof of his boy’s earlier tears as he’d screamed himself hoarse from Asami’s abuse. “His fever has subsided, and Sui said although there was no tearing, Takaba-san might feel some pain and extreme soreness.” He startled at the sound of Kirishima’s voice, forgetting that the man had followed him; it had been Kirishima who had brought him back to his senses, barging in to his bedroom to pull him away from Akihito when he’d sensed something was wrong.
“Asami-sama? I must apologize for my earlier insubordination.” Asami was too confused to understand what Kirishima was getting at, and the man must’ve realized it because he bowed deeply. “For daring to enter your bedroom at such an inopportune moment, it wasn’t my intent to disrespect you.” At that moment Asami wasn’t in the right frame of mind to show one of his most trusted the depth of his gratitude for putting a stop to his actions-without his intervention, Akihito’s mental and physical injuries might’ve been more severe. “There is nothing to forgive, I was not myself.”
With a slight bow Kirishima stepped out of the room leaving him alone with Akihito and his guilt. There was this need to feel his boy, touch him to see that he was okay; he figured with Akihito in a drug induced sleep it would give him the opportunity to do so without scaring his boy further. Asami lay down gently, watching for any sign of distress as he pressed close to the warmth of Akihito’s skin. He rested his head beside the thin chest; the beat of Akihito’s heart beckoning him, soothing some of his tension.
It was with a start that he awoke a few minutes later, feeling thin fingers carding through his hair. He would’ve pulled away, but Akihito’s palm pressed against the back of his head stopped him. “You’ve never hurt me before…something really bad happened today didn’t it? You looked like… you were in pain.” Akihito’s words were whisper soft, yet they cut deep, peeling away the barrier that held back old wounds. He took a breath, inhaling the chemical smell of antiseptic, sour sweat, and stale sex.
So he recounted the events, the words pouring out of him with a calm he didn’t feel. “A young man, Jin, approached me a few days ago. He wanted me to help him gather information on his uncle-who was an acquaintance of mine. Jin was looking for something that would get his uncle in serious trouble, put him away. At first I thought it was a trap set up by his uncle to see if maybe I would double cross him, but Jin’s behavior bothered me so I told him I would think about it. Kirishima started digging and we learned that the uncle was actually Jin’s guardian, but when we investigated deeper, we discovered that the bastard had been physically abusing his nephew for years. By the time I went to help him, it was too late. Jin had burned his uncle alive and taken an overdose of sleeping pills-he’s now in a coma.”
Before Akihito could say anything, Asami willed the next words to spill out; it was something that only Suoh and Kirishima were privy to. No one else knew and Asami would keep it that way, but Akihito deserved at least this much. “Jin reminded me of someone else. When I was 13, my sister committed suicide. It was left up to me to put her belongings in order because my mother was broken with grief and my stepfather wanted nothing to do with it. It was while I was pulling the bed apart that I discovered her journal hidden inside a pocket she’d sown into the mattress. It felt wrong to invade her privacy even knowing she was gone, but I thought I might find something that would tell me what had been so hard for her to deal with that made death her only option. I found out that she had been sexually abused by my stepfather since the first day he’d moved into our house.”
The quiet that followed felt as hollow as he did, but Akihito’s next question burst the silence like a gunshot in the dark. “What happened to him?” Asami didn’t have to ask who Akihito referred to, but that was one secret he would keep to himself. “You don’t want to know…I thought being with you would let me forget for a little bit, but I guess what happened to Jin brought back all the anger and the helplessness I felt when I found out what had been done to her. They were both so young…and so are you. I crossed the line, I’m sor….” Slender fingers stopped his words. “I know…” They lay there in the stillness, Asami poised and waiting; not knowing what Akihito would do next. “…but if you do it again, I’ll drug you stupid and stick one of your freaky toys up your ass.” Asami chuckled, and if his boy could feel the warm wetness of his tears on his back, he never said a word.
Fandom: Finder Series
Characters/Pairings: Asami & Aki
Warnings: Mentions of physical and sexual abuse
Rating: R
Summary: It's not all fun and games when Asami crosses the line
Disclaimer: Yamane-sensei owns all VF characters. Any OC are mine as is the story.
He took in the scene again hoping, wishing that it was a dream-or more like a nightmare-and he would wake up soon. But the stark reality of the earlier events filled his vision; there was no place he could hide, or his gaze could rest without seeing what his loss of control had wrought. He sat in shock, his hands shaking tremulously; one holding his fifth shot of whiskey and the other a cigarette-the ashtray already filled to the brim, and threatening to spill over at any second.
It wasn’t supposed to happen, and not with his boy as the target; it was a weakness that he detested in others, and more so in himself. The click of the door opening barely made him react. Asami knew very well it would be Kirishima, he was the one with basic medical training-it had been one of the requirements for the job. It wasn’t until Kirishima’s shoes came into view that Asami raised his head, dreading whatever he was about to hear.
“Asami-sama, I’ve taken care of some of Takaba-san’s wounds. Sadly I didn’t have the skill to take proper care of his other medical needs and so I had to bring in Sui. To be safe I made him double check my work, Takaba-san is sleeping now. Sui gave him a mild sedative, as well as a mixture of antibiotics and painkillers. Would you like to see him now?” Did he? For once, Asami didn’t know, he didn’t know what to expect. He was worried, so worried; but he was afraid too, it was like a hand was twisting his insides.
Would Akihito want him after what had happened? Everything had been going so well up ‘til now. Oh, there had been arguments, but nothing that had been damaging to their relationship. But this time it was different and he just didn’t know, that uncertainty is what kept him glued to the sofa. Akihito had been through a lot before, and Asami had admired his boy’s grit and determined spirit in the aftermath. This time would the outcome be the same, would his Akihito? There was only one way to find out. Nothing had tested his courage like getting up and walking towards the guest room; making his way to his boy’s side to face either exoneration or punishment for his actions.
The door was slightly ajar and he stepped quietly inside, his hands clenching into fists as he took in the sight of Akihito lying face down on the bed. The thin wrists were bandaged, where his belt had chafed and scraped from Akihito’s struggles. He knew-because he’d seen them as Kirishima had taken Akihito away- there were finger shaped bruises mottling his boy’s neck, biceps, hips, and inner thighs; where Asami had kept him down by sheer force as past demons had taken possession, making him lose himself in painful memories brought on by the tragic series of events earlier in the evening.
Asami stood beside the bed, watching Akihito sleep; noticing the red puffiness around his eyes and wet eyelashes, proof of his boy’s earlier tears as he’d screamed himself hoarse from Asami’s abuse. “His fever has subsided, and Sui said although there was no tearing, Takaba-san might feel some pain and extreme soreness.” He startled at the sound of Kirishima’s voice, forgetting that the man had followed him; it had been Kirishima who had brought him back to his senses, barging in to his bedroom to pull him away from Akihito when he’d sensed something was wrong.
“Asami-sama? I must apologize for my earlier insubordination.” Asami was too confused to understand what Kirishima was getting at, and the man must’ve realized it because he bowed deeply. “For daring to enter your bedroom at such an inopportune moment, it wasn’t my intent to disrespect you.” At that moment Asami wasn’t in the right frame of mind to show one of his most trusted the depth of his gratitude for putting a stop to his actions-without his intervention, Akihito’s mental and physical injuries might’ve been more severe. “There is nothing to forgive, I was not myself.”
With a slight bow Kirishima stepped out of the room leaving him alone with Akihito and his guilt. There was this need to feel his boy, touch him to see that he was okay; he figured with Akihito in a drug induced sleep it would give him the opportunity to do so without scaring his boy further. Asami lay down gently, watching for any sign of distress as he pressed close to the warmth of Akihito’s skin. He rested his head beside the thin chest; the beat of Akihito’s heart beckoning him, soothing some of his tension.
It was with a start that he awoke a few minutes later, feeling thin fingers carding through his hair. He would’ve pulled away, but Akihito’s palm pressed against the back of his head stopped him. “You’ve never hurt me before…something really bad happened today didn’t it? You looked like… you were in pain.” Akihito’s words were whisper soft, yet they cut deep, peeling away the barrier that held back old wounds. He took a breath, inhaling the chemical smell of antiseptic, sour sweat, and stale sex.
So he recounted the events, the words pouring out of him with a calm he didn’t feel. “A young man, Jin, approached me a few days ago. He wanted me to help him gather information on his uncle-who was an acquaintance of mine. Jin was looking for something that would get his uncle in serious trouble, put him away. At first I thought it was a trap set up by his uncle to see if maybe I would double cross him, but Jin’s behavior bothered me so I told him I would think about it. Kirishima started digging and we learned that the uncle was actually Jin’s guardian, but when we investigated deeper, we discovered that the bastard had been physically abusing his nephew for years. By the time I went to help him, it was too late. Jin had burned his uncle alive and taken an overdose of sleeping pills-he’s now in a coma.”
Before Akihito could say anything, Asami willed the next words to spill out; it was something that only Suoh and Kirishima were privy to. No one else knew and Asami would keep it that way, but Akihito deserved at least this much. “Jin reminded me of someone else. When I was 13, my sister committed suicide. It was left up to me to put her belongings in order because my mother was broken with grief and my stepfather wanted nothing to do with it. It was while I was pulling the bed apart that I discovered her journal hidden inside a pocket she’d sown into the mattress. It felt wrong to invade her privacy even knowing she was gone, but I thought I might find something that would tell me what had been so hard for her to deal with that made death her only option. I found out that she had been sexually abused by my stepfather since the first day he’d moved into our house.”
The quiet that followed felt as hollow as he did, but Akihito’s next question burst the silence like a gunshot in the dark. “What happened to him?” Asami didn’t have to ask who Akihito referred to, but that was one secret he would keep to himself. “You don’t want to know…I thought being with you would let me forget for a little bit, but I guess what happened to Jin brought back all the anger and the helplessness I felt when I found out what had been done to her. They were both so young…and so are you. I crossed the line, I’m sor….” Slender fingers stopped his words. “I know…” They lay there in the stillness, Asami poised and waiting; not knowing what Akihito would do next. “…but if you do it again, I’ll drug you stupid and stick one of your freaky toys up your ass.” Asami chuckled, and if his boy could feel the warm wetness of his tears on his back, he never said a word.