Six Months Later - Part 9
I suspect this is very OOC, but I couldn't resist...
I hope you will like it. Please let me know what you think. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Virefinder
Warning: Strong language. Violence. No Feilong (sorry)
As raindrops fall on the window mercilessly, the distant lights of Tokyo’s midnight frenzy shine blurred into the dark room. A thin trail of smoke escapes from tight lips with a snort as the small body on the bed moves slightly. “Time to rise and shine, princess.” A timid, confused voice responds from the threshold of consciousness. “A- Asami?”
The large figure rises from his chair, crushes a cigarette, and rushes to the bed. When light suddenly floods the room, the young man blinks uncomfortably. His limbs are still numb and his mind is clouded. He wants to rub his eyes, but his hands are bound on the bed head. As he regains vision, he focuses on the two golden orbs looming above him, burning with menacing wrath. “So, you’re trying to get a girlfriend, Takaba?” Confusion is written all over the young man’s face. “Wha- What?” he whispers as he frantically tries to gather his scattered thoughts. “Shut up, you shameless slut!” Underneath its cold surface, the voice is seething with intense emotion. “I saw you flirting with that woman at the reception!”
Koyama-chan... Reality hits Akihito like an electric shock. It’s not like that. Before he can explain the misunderstanding to the irate man, the image of Asami chatting with Ren stings his heart with indignation.
“What are you talking about, bastard? You’ve got no right to-”
“Yes, I do, Takaba.” Asami draws even closer. “You’re MINE.”
A flood of adrenaline fuels Akihito’s anger into an explosion.
“No, I’m NOT. Because YOU threw me away like garbage, Asami. And then ignored me. Completely. For months. Remember? And now you’re fucking someone else. I mean nothing to you. So what if I do get a girlfriend?”
Asami grabs forcefully the young man by the neck. With the demented glare of a hunting predator, he watches as his former lover chokes and gasps for his life. “You belong to me, Takaba. I will kill anyone who touches you.” The grip tightens. “And then I will kill you.”
Through a veil of terror, Akihito fixes his eyes on the monster that threatens his life. Even at this moment, he finds himself captivated by this wild beauty blazing with raw, violent emotion. Asami... The young man closes his eyes, surrendering to the grip that holds his fate. A few agonizing heartbeats later, the strong fingers loosen up, melting into a tender caress. When Akihito opens his eyes, he sees the beast caged by reason and the golden gems shadowed by remorse.
“I didn’t throw you away.” Asami’s voice echoes calm, careful, calculated. Akihito’s silence cries out doubt and pain.
“After the incident in Hong Kong, the word was out about you. This meant a great strategic handicap for me. And a great danger for you, Akihito.”
Akihito can’t resist the bitter irony welling up in his mouth. “Aw, sorry for the misunderstanding, Asami. You should have explained to your respectable colleagues that I meant nothing to you. Or you should have killed me. It would have saved you the handicap.” The man’s sarcasm rekindles the sparks of anger in the yakuza’s eyes. “Oh, but of course it was all for me, right? You broke my heart, tossed me aside, and got a new lover, just to keep me safe... How valiant of you, Asami. What a sacrifice! Thanks.” Akihito pauses to catch his breath.
“So why the hell am I here right now?”
Taking a deep breath, Asami struggles to stay composed. Looking deeply into those honest, proud eyes that he loves so much, he measures the emotions behind the biting words: the anger, the sorrow, the longing.
“I told you last night. I want to talk.” Moments of silence. “And there is no new lover.”
Akihito’s jealousy lets out a scream. “You are lying, bastard!”
“No. I am not.”
“Yes, you are. You were chatting like love birds at the party. I saw you!”
“You saw what I wanted everyone to see.” The yakuza watches the fragile body tremble with rage. “It’s all an act, Akihito. Ren is paid a big, fat check to pose as my lover in public. That’s all. No sex involved.”
The blond blinks in disbelief. “But yesterday you said he...”
Smirking at the sight of the young man’s confusion, Asami caresses softly the pale face with his palm.
“Forget what I said. I just wanted to see your adorable jealous face, my kawaii Akihito. The one that tells me you are still mine.” A torrent of protestations and curses is muffled by a hot, deep kiss. The long-missed sensation of Asami’s lips takes over Akihito’s existence in an instant. A warm blush spreads on his cheeks. His mind goes blank, his heart races, his whole body is aroused. When the kiss comes to an end, he finds himself hopelessly surrendered. Looking away from the man he wants more than anything, he sighs a whisper “You are the worst...”
“Yes, I am.” The softness of Asami’s voice makes Akihito’s body shiver with desire. “That’s why we need to talk.” His warm palm caresses once again the young man’s puzzled expression, forcing gently their eyes to meet. “I am a yakuza. I do dirty business and I have merciless enemies. For years, I’ve been building my defenses carefully because I know that, the moment I slip, they will destroy me and all that’s mine.” The man pauses for a deep breath. “We were lucky with Feilong. Others would murder you on the spot, just to provoke me. I can’t stand that thought, Akihito. It kills me.” Another pause. “And I can’t keep you in a cage. Not for ever, at least.”
He lets his words sink in the young man’s mind for a few moments. “I tried to solve the problem by myself. I thought I had the strength to sever all ties with you.” A painful smirk crawls on the man’s face. “I failed. Miserably.” He wipes off the hot tears that escape his lover’s eyes. “So here is the deal: I want you by my side. But you must let me protect you. You need to be careful. You will live with me and you will listen to me.” Light sobs escape the drenched, fragile face. “Think about it, Akihito. Think about the risks. Take some time to decide. I want this to be your choice. And if you decide you can’t do this, then-” the muscles on the yakuza’s face grow tense “then I will set you free and probably leave Tokyo for good.” His lips curve again “I will still hunt down your lovers, though.”
Akihito listens silently, torn between sweet relief and painful doubt. As two large palms brush away his tears, his heart skips a beat. “Is this another game, Asami?” Two sad golden orbs shoot an arrow straight into his soul, then hot lips attack his own in another long, passionate kiss. Starved for so long, the young man devours his former lover, savoring eagerly his bittersweet taste.
When the tongues finally settle their playful battle, the yakuza reaches above Akihito’s head and releases his hands. “When you have made your decision, you know where to find me.” Still trapped in the daze of the kiss, the young man watches Asami as he slowly leaves the bed and collects his coat from the chair. “Your car is parked in the hotel’s garage, Akihito. But you can stay here for the whole night, if you want.” “Wa- Wait.” the voice echoes soft against the raindrops, timid and puzzled “Where are you going? Why are you leaving like this again?” Turning to the door, Asami struggles to hide his emotions behind a cold smirk. “Don’t tell me you’d rather be raped.”
Raped? “No.” How can you still talk like that? “I don’t wanna get raped.” He hears the front door open “So come back and make love to me, bastard!” The door closes.
I hope you will like it. Please let me know what you think. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Virefinder
Warning: Strong language. Violence. No Feilong (sorry)
As raindrops fall on the window mercilessly, the distant lights of Tokyo’s midnight frenzy shine blurred into the dark room. A thin trail of smoke escapes from tight lips with a snort as the small body on the bed moves slightly. “Time to rise and shine, princess.” A timid, confused voice responds from the threshold of consciousness. “A- Asami?”
The large figure rises from his chair, crushes a cigarette, and rushes to the bed. When light suddenly floods the room, the young man blinks uncomfortably. His limbs are still numb and his mind is clouded. He wants to rub his eyes, but his hands are bound on the bed head. As he regains vision, he focuses on the two golden orbs looming above him, burning with menacing wrath. “So, you’re trying to get a girlfriend, Takaba?” Confusion is written all over the young man’s face. “Wha- What?” he whispers as he frantically tries to gather his scattered thoughts. “Shut up, you shameless slut!” Underneath its cold surface, the voice is seething with intense emotion. “I saw you flirting with that woman at the reception!”
Koyama-chan... Reality hits Akihito like an electric shock. It’s not like that. Before he can explain the misunderstanding to the irate man, the image of Asami chatting with Ren stings his heart with indignation.
“What are you talking about, bastard? You’ve got no right to-”
“Yes, I do, Takaba.” Asami draws even closer. “You’re MINE.”
A flood of adrenaline fuels Akihito’s anger into an explosion.
“No, I’m NOT. Because YOU threw me away like garbage, Asami. And then ignored me. Completely. For months. Remember? And now you’re fucking someone else. I mean nothing to you. So what if I do get a girlfriend?”
Asami grabs forcefully the young man by the neck. With the demented glare of a hunting predator, he watches as his former lover chokes and gasps for his life. “You belong to me, Takaba. I will kill anyone who touches you.” The grip tightens. “And then I will kill you.”
Through a veil of terror, Akihito fixes his eyes on the monster that threatens his life. Even at this moment, he finds himself captivated by this wild beauty blazing with raw, violent emotion. Asami... The young man closes his eyes, surrendering to the grip that holds his fate. A few agonizing heartbeats later, the strong fingers loosen up, melting into a tender caress. When Akihito opens his eyes, he sees the beast caged by reason and the golden gems shadowed by remorse.
“I didn’t throw you away.” Asami’s voice echoes calm, careful, calculated. Akihito’s silence cries out doubt and pain.
“After the incident in Hong Kong, the word was out about you. This meant a great strategic handicap for me. And a great danger for you, Akihito.”
Akihito can’t resist the bitter irony welling up in his mouth. “Aw, sorry for the misunderstanding, Asami. You should have explained to your respectable colleagues that I meant nothing to you. Or you should have killed me. It would have saved you the handicap.” The man’s sarcasm rekindles the sparks of anger in the yakuza’s eyes. “Oh, but of course it was all for me, right? You broke my heart, tossed me aside, and got a new lover, just to keep me safe... How valiant of you, Asami. What a sacrifice! Thanks.” Akihito pauses to catch his breath.
“So why the hell am I here right now?”
Taking a deep breath, Asami struggles to stay composed. Looking deeply into those honest, proud eyes that he loves so much, he measures the emotions behind the biting words: the anger, the sorrow, the longing.
“I told you last night. I want to talk.” Moments of silence. “And there is no new lover.”
Akihito’s jealousy lets out a scream. “You are lying, bastard!”
“No. I am not.”
“Yes, you are. You were chatting like love birds at the party. I saw you!”
“You saw what I wanted everyone to see.” The yakuza watches the fragile body tremble with rage. “It’s all an act, Akihito. Ren is paid a big, fat check to pose as my lover in public. That’s all. No sex involved.”
The blond blinks in disbelief. “But yesterday you said he...”
Smirking at the sight of the young man’s confusion, Asami caresses softly the pale face with his palm.
“Forget what I said. I just wanted to see your adorable jealous face, my kawaii Akihito. The one that tells me you are still mine.” A torrent of protestations and curses is muffled by a hot, deep kiss. The long-missed sensation of Asami’s lips takes over Akihito’s existence in an instant. A warm blush spreads on his cheeks. His mind goes blank, his heart races, his whole body is aroused. When the kiss comes to an end, he finds himself hopelessly surrendered. Looking away from the man he wants more than anything, he sighs a whisper “You are the worst...”
“Yes, I am.” The softness of Asami’s voice makes Akihito’s body shiver with desire. “That’s why we need to talk.” His warm palm caresses once again the young man’s puzzled expression, forcing gently their eyes to meet. “I am a yakuza. I do dirty business and I have merciless enemies. For years, I’ve been building my defenses carefully because I know that, the moment I slip, they will destroy me and all that’s mine.” The man pauses for a deep breath. “We were lucky with Feilong. Others would murder you on the spot, just to provoke me. I can’t stand that thought, Akihito. It kills me.” Another pause. “And I can’t keep you in a cage. Not for ever, at least.”
He lets his words sink in the young man’s mind for a few moments. “I tried to solve the problem by myself. I thought I had the strength to sever all ties with you.” A painful smirk crawls on the man’s face. “I failed. Miserably.” He wipes off the hot tears that escape his lover’s eyes. “So here is the deal: I want you by my side. But you must let me protect you. You need to be careful. You will live with me and you will listen to me.” Light sobs escape the drenched, fragile face. “Think about it, Akihito. Think about the risks. Take some time to decide. I want this to be your choice. And if you decide you can’t do this, then-” the muscles on the yakuza’s face grow tense “then I will set you free and probably leave Tokyo for good.” His lips curve again “I will still hunt down your lovers, though.”
Akihito listens silently, torn between sweet relief and painful doubt. As two large palms brush away his tears, his heart skips a beat. “Is this another game, Asami?” Two sad golden orbs shoot an arrow straight into his soul, then hot lips attack his own in another long, passionate kiss. Starved for so long, the young man devours his former lover, savoring eagerly his bittersweet taste.
When the tongues finally settle their playful battle, the yakuza reaches above Akihito’s head and releases his hands. “When you have made your decision, you know where to find me.” Still trapped in the daze of the kiss, the young man watches Asami as he slowly leaves the bed and collects his coat from the chair. “Your car is parked in the hotel’s garage, Akihito. But you can stay here for the whole night, if you want.” “Wa- Wait.” the voice echoes soft against the raindrops, timid and puzzled “Where are you going? Why are you leaving like this again?” Turning to the door, Asami struggles to hide his emotions behind a cold smirk. “Don’t tell me you’d rather be raped.”
Raped? “No.” How can you still talk like that? “I don’t wanna get raped.” He hears the front door open “So come back and make love to me, bastard!” The door closes.