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Title: Wanting
More (or, the Fic that didn�t let me sleep)

Disclaimer: Viewfinder
and all its characters belong to Yamano Amane and her minions.

Author: twistedsheets10

Theme: Naked
Truth Chapter 11
Guess? Fiction Contest

Author�s note: My 1^st
one-shot Viewfinder fic. And it is fucking long. I wanted to do a pure Asami x
Takaba one, but Fei Long wouldn�t let me be. He kept me up the whole night. The
rest of the characters didn�t help too. So this is what happens when plot
bunnies go batshit insane. *dies*

Ratings:
NC-17 (I wanted it to be R, but, no, my muse won me over. Damn you Fei Long!)

Pairings: Fei
x Takaba, Asami x Takaba (other characters are Yoh, Mikhail and Tao)

Summary:
Moments before the exchange between Asami and Fei Long, and Akihito finds himself
questioning his loyalties, as well as his own wants and needs.�

Dedicated to aoi_aka, who encouraged me to write this
out. My thanks as well to mtarashidango, who gave a very good translation of
the latest chapter of Naked Truth. And there�s a little homage to sunflower173
here, too. See if you can spot it.

Pulling up in a seemingly empty parking lot, Yoh checked
out his surroundings for people before he fished out his cell, and dialed out
Asami�s number.

It only took a single ring
before Asami answered. �He�s agreed to make the exchange,� Asami told him
immediately. The note of triumph in his voice was unmistakable. Yoh could
almost see the man smirking.

�What now?� It was a stupid
question, really, but Yoh wanted to know anyway. �Taking out Fei Long would
only cause chaos in Hong Kong, not to mention
an unnecessary war between you and the Baishe. The Russians would only be happy
to exploit the situation and move in.�

�I will deal with Fei Long as I
see fit.� Yoh winced at the tone. Tomorrow�s exchange promised to be a less
than cordial confrontation. What is it about Akihito Takaba that turned two of
the most powerful men in Asia into bickering
children? The boy was beautiful, yes, but hardly anything to squabble a casino
over.

�As you say. I�ll be there at
the exchange.�

�Good. Remember your place.� And
with that, Asami Ryuuichi ended the call.

Yoh stared at the phone for a
moment, lost in thought. My place�

~*~*~*~�

Asami sat in his seat,
surrounded by the heavy smoke of cigarettes. Tomorrow, Akihito would be his
again, and this time, he would not ever let go. And tomorrow, he and Fei Long
would finish what had begun seven years ago, in this island.

Tomorrow�

~*~*~*~

�What are you doing?�

Akihito jumped. Dammit.
He glanced over his shoulder to find Fe Long on his side, head propped up by an
arm. Even in the dim lights of the room, Akihito could see him staring at him
with shadowed eyes.

�I was just looking outside,� he
replied, turning away from Fei Long�s disturbing gaze. Beyond the glass
windows, the city stretched before him, a mixture of bright lights and
darkness. �The city view from here is really cool from up here. Makes me wish I
had my camera with me.�

�Is that so?� Akihito stiffened
at the sounds of sheets rustling and thrown back, and willed himself to be calm
as soft footsteps became louder. The rapid heartbeat of his heart, however,
betrayed his anxiety.

Then Fei Long was behind him,
trapping Akihito within his arms and against the cool glass as he blocked his
path with his body and outstretched arms. His voice was ice-cool when he
whispered, �Or were you thinking of Asami, waiting for you tomorrow?�

Akihito whipped around, facing Fei Long, his face flushed.
He was thinking of Asami, among other things, but he wasn�t about to say that
to Fei Long. �I was thinking of my parents. How am I going to explain to them
why I haven�t contacted them for so long? My mom and dad would be ready to kill
me by now.�

�I see,� Fei Long leaned in
closer, and Akihito�s blush deepened. He was suddenly thankful that it was too
dark in the room for Fei Long to see his red face. He wished Fei Long wouldn�t
come any closer. The man was as naked as himself, and his sudden proximity and
warmth in this cold room brought about uncomfortable reactions from Akihito,
much like the ones he had just moments ago as Fei Long fucked him.

God, why am I acting this way?
Akihito thought, not for the first time. Here he was, getting turned on by the
man who had not only kidnapped and raped him several times, but have also,
among other things, tried to kill him. Something is wrong with me. Maybe I
empathize with people too much.

How he could feel anything
beyond hate and revulsion for Fei Long was beyond him. He had hated the man for
what had happened to him. But that did not prevent the rush of sympathy he felt
when he heard what Asami had done to get him back. He�d never seen Fei Long so
shocked and hurt until then.

Maybe its because I would have felt the same, if someone
had stolen the camera my father gave me. I would have done anything to get it
back.

Aside from his cursed empathy
for Fei Long, another thought gnawed on Akihito: Fei Long�s offer for him to
stay�an offer he had willingly and sincerely given.

If Fei Long had asked him of
this a week or so ago, Akihito would have told the man to go fuck himself. The
man had been a cold-hearted bastard, and he would have died before he stayed
with him. But now, after seeing what Fei Long was like, Akihito wasn�t so sure.

Akihito might be impulsive, but
he wasn�t stupid or blind. He didn�t fail to notice the adoration Fei Long�s
men seemed to give him. From Tao to his thugs, they all worshipped him, willing
to do his every bidding. With Asami, he�d seen respect, coupled with heavy
doses of fear. Fei Long�s men feared him, too, but they revered him as well. He�s
charismatic, that�s all.

And there was the warmth and kindness Fei Long showed to
Tao. How could a man who could be so cruel be so different with a child?

Master Fei has a reputation to
keep up, Tao had explained, sounding much older for a child of his
years, so he has to keep acting scary. But I know, deep inside, he is a kind
man.

A kind man.
Sometimes, Akihito wished he hadn�t seen this side of Fei Long. Then he could
exult in the elation he should be feeling right now. He was going back to Japan. He was
going back to Asami? Wasn�t that what he wanted?

�You seem to be troubled,
Akihito.� Shrewd eyes looked at him, missing very little. �Having doubts?�

�Why?� Akihito suddenly asked.
�Why are you and Asami doing this?� Dammit, he wasn�t about to leave this
island without knowing the story behind this. �I know it has something to do
with your father��

�He took everything precious to
me,� Fei Long said. Akihito immediately fell silent, startled at the note of
pain in his voice. �He left me with nothing.� His gaze hardened, and he gripped
Akihito�s shoulders. �Asami does not give, he only takes.�

�You don�t know that. There�s
isn�t enough proof.� He took a bullet for me, Akihito thought, his mind
going to the bloodied shirt he�d neatly folded and hidden away, tucked
underneath his bed, the only tangible proof he had that Asami did care for him.
That he came here in Hong Kong and went to
extreme lengths to get him back both confused and thrilled Akihito.

Asami wanted him back. That was very obvious. What he
wanted Akihito to be is another question. I already no longer want you to
have your freedom anymore. Just descend with me to the deepest pit of hell.

Fei Long and Asami. They�re
just the same, different sides, but the same.

God, thinking about this made
his head hurt. �What does it all mean?� he said to himself.

�What do you mean, Akihito?�

Akihito bit his lip. He hadn�t
realized he�d spoken out loud. He made a brief, upward thrust of his hand. �This.
Me getting kidnapped. Me getting raped.� He glared at Fei Long, suddenly
unafraid, all his anger rising within him. �If this is for revenge, why didn�t
you just assassinate each other? Why did you drag me into this?�

A sardonic smile touched Fei Long�s
lips. �Ah, but we didn�t drag you into this. You tagged along voluntarily.�

�Being transported overseas in a
crate while unconscious is not voluntary.�

�Perhaps. But why are you acting
like a petulant child? Tomorrow, you�ll be back with Asami in Japan. Why does
it matter?�

�Because I don�t understand!�
Akihito lashed out, hands curling into fists. �I don�t understand any of this.�
Tears of frustration welled in his eyes and he brushed it away with a furious
swipe of the back of his fists.

�Why do you want me? Why are you willing to give up the
deed to your father�s casino? Why did Asami take that bullet for me?� Akihito
stiffened when he felt Fei Long�s breath against his neck, and then shuddered
as warm hands cupped his buttocks. He laid his fisted hands on Fei Long�s
chest, as if to ward him away. �Is this all about pride, then? Am I just a pawn
to your games?�

Akihito did not resist when Fei
Long parted his legs with his knees. Damn you, Fei Long. Why couldn�t you
have stayed as an asshole longer so I wouldn�t go through this? He stared
at Fei Long, breathless at the hunger in the man�s eyes. �What do you want from
me?�

Fei Long did not answer.
Instead, Akihito was lifted in the air, and with a single thrust, Fei Long
filled him, his entry eased by the slick remains of their previous couplings.

�Ah!� Fingers scabbing uselessly
against the cool glass, Akihito tried to twist away, but Fei Long�s hold was
too strong.

Fei Long took him with brutal
efficiency, his pace quick, almost feverish. With his sweat-soaked body,
Akihito slid easily against the glass, moving up and down. He could feel the
warmth building around them, within them. His breathing became ragged
gasps as he drowned into the intoxicating perfume of their mingled scents�of
musk and roses, of sweat and sex. I am losing my mind.

Abruptly, Fei Long stopped.
�Open your eyes,� he commanded, voice rough in Akihito�s ears. Akihito hadn�t
realized he had closed them in the first place. His eyes snapped opened as Fei
Long�s lips fastened on a nipple, the touch of his tongue scorching against the
hypersensitive flesh.�

Akihito�s heart pounded at the
look in Fei Long�s eyes. It was not unlike the one Asami had when he�d taken
him weeks ago, before Fei Long kidnapped him. It was one of possessive
dominance, one that brooked no defiance, one that demanded everything from him.

But even through his
passion-filled stupor, Akihito could sense the difference between the two men.
There was a touch of melancholy in Fei Long that Asami lacked, a longing to
deep for Akihito to fathom, a void he didn�t know how to fill.

They locked gazes for a moment,
as if frozen by a spell, and then slowly, before he realized what he was doing,
Akihito reached out and laid his right hand on Fei Long�s chest, near his
heart, fingertips brushing against the puckered scar tissue near it.

Akihito watched with fascination
as Fei Long�s eyes widened for a moment at his unexpected gesture, then
narrowed again to slits of gray-gold.

Without warning, Fei Long
plunged into Akihito again. With one arm braced against the glass, he proceeded
to fuck him out of his sanity, his other hand wrapping around Akihito, stroking
him hard and fast, in rhythm with his thrusts.

Pleasure surged through
Akihito�s body, white-hot flashes that left him trembling and wanting more. His
mouth hung open as gasps and moans came out of him, until Fei Long captured his
lips into a kiss. Akihito slid his arms around Fei Long�s neck, fingers
tangling with Fei Long�s long, sweat-damp hair.

His climax came to him as sudden
as a storm, a bolt of lightning to the senses that seared through his mind and
body. For a moment, Asami�s face appeared in his mind, but in a heartbeat, Fei
Long replaced the image, and it was his name that he screamed out as he came.

~*~*~*~

In the end, however, Akihito did
not promise that he would stay.

In fact, Fei Long and Akihito
spoke little on the morning after, going about instead to their daily duties,
and as if by mutual agreement, avoiding each other.

That is, until the time for the
exchange finally came.

Fei Long found Akihito in his
room, getting dressed. Tao, who had arrived from the hospital earlier, was
talking with him. They didn�t seem to notice him when he entered.

There was a solemn look in Tao�s
face. �So you are really leaving.�

�Yeah. Everybody probably
waiting for me in Japan.�
He gave the boy a brief grin, and then cursed as he fumbled with his cheongsam,
the dark red one that Fei Long ordered the boy to wear. Akihito had protested,
but agreed when Fei Long told him he�d be going to Asami naked if he didn�t put
on the cheongsam.

�You�re doing it wrong,� Fei
Long said. He was inwardly amused at how Akihito had jumped at the sound of his
voice. Fei Long�s face, however, remained expressionless.

�Master Fei!� Tao blurted out,
and shot up from his seat.

�You should be in bed resting,
Tao,� Fei Long reminded him, putting a hand on his shoulder.�

Tao reddened. �Yes, but I wanted
to say good-bye to Akihito. He�s really going, isn�t he?�

Fei Long turned to Akihito, who,
to his credit, did not look away but stared back defiantly. �We�ll see.� He
smiled at the boy. �Why don�t you go to the kitchen and see if there�s anything
to eat for you?�

A look of comprehension dawned
on the boy�s face. �Ah, yes.� Tao bowed. Flinging a quick look at Akihito, he
dashed off to the kitchens, but not before carefully closing the door behind
him.

Fei Long waited until Tao�s
footsteps had faded before turning to Akihito. The brat was still glaring at
him, though with a wary look on his face. Fei Long held out a hand. �Come
here.�

Akihito didn�t move an inch. Fei
Long didn�t know whether to be angry or amused at his disobedience. �I �m going
to fix your clothes, or do you want to go to Asami looking like something the
cat dragged it?��

At the threat, Akihito scowled
and moved closer. Fei Long hid a smile when Akihito bit his lip when his
fingers brushed his throat and the rest of his neck as he smoothed the
cheongsam�s mandarin collar.

�You really want to get Asami
pissed by making me wear this, don�t you?� Akihito muttered.

Fei Long didn�t reply, adjusting instead the cheongsam�s
top, hands ghosting over the golden lions embroidered on the red silk. �Well,
not that it matters,� Akihito went on. �He�s going to be furious over the
tattoo you�ve put on me, anyway.� He lifted his right hand and pointed at the
snake, Fei Long�s mark on the boy. �It will be all your fault if he cuts off my
hand because of this.�

�You truly look good in Chinese
clothes, Akihito. Are you sure there are no Chinese in your family?� Yes,
Fei Long thought as he took a slight step back to survey the boy. The
clothes fit him well. He and Akihito were roughly the same size, and he
took some perverse pleasure in clothing the boy with his clothes.

�My mother�s grandmother was
Chinese,� Akihito said. �My mother said she was a princess of sort.� He moved
away from Fei Long, and picked up a paper bag from his bed. �Is there anything
else?�

�What�s that?� Fei Long asked,
eyeing the paper bag.

�My shirt. The one I wore when I
came here.� He had the defiant look about him again.

Ah, the shirt that had Asami�s
blood on it. So he�d kept all this time. His eyes narrowed. When he
spoke again, his voice was cool and indifferent. �I thought I had that thrown
out.�

�I got it again. It�s mine, not
yours to throw it away.�

�Is that so?� He glanced at the
paper bag with distaste. �We leave in thirty minutes. Be ready.� He turned on
his heel, ready to leave, but Akihito�s question stopped him.

�You still haven�t answered my
question from last night,� he said it quietly, without the hint of his usual
impertinence.

What makes you think I know the
answer? Fei Long turned back at Akihito. Why did this boy
fascinate him so? Was it his looks, his resilience, his boundless optimism or
his fiery, impudent spirit? His loyalty to those he cared for, his generous
kindness? Or was it because Akihito was the shadow of what he, Fei Long, would
have been, had his father lived, and had Asami never come into his life? Am
I chasing a shadow of myself?

�It does not matter,� Fei Long
replied, giving the boy an icy look. �You are going to Asami.�

He met his gaze, unflinching.
�If I were to stay here, what would I be to you?�

�You know what. A part of my
household. My lover. Perhaps a friend.�

Akihito stared at him for a
moment, and then let out a snort. �When I get back to Japan, Asami
probably will lock me someplace, and keep me as his lover until he get tired of
me.�

�Why are you going to Asami?�
Fei Long suddenly asked, curious. �Do you want to?�

Akihito�s tightened around the
paper bag, wrinkling it further. �I don�t know.�� His eyebrows drew together into a frown. �I
need to go. I miss my family and friends, I miss my freedom.� He gave a sudden,
small smile at Fei Long.

�If I don�t go to him, you won�t
get your father�s casino bad. But as for Asami�� An unguarded look of pain and
desire swept over Akihito�s face as he spoke, and that was when Fei Long knew
the answer. Strangely, it didn�t hurt as he had expected. �I really don�t know,
Fei Long.�

�I see.�

He lifted an eyebrow at Fei
Long; suddenly back to his cocky self. Gods, the boy shifted moods faster than
a camera flash, Fei Long thought. �What I do know is that Asami�s not going to
let you off lightly for this.�

�I know. I�m prepared for that.�
He�d chosen his most loyal of men, the ones he trusted the most, for this
exchanged. He will not be betrayed again. �Are you worried about me, Akihito?�

�Of course!� Akihito glared at
him. �I don�t want your death over my head, and Tao�s going to be crushed if
you die. And maybe, I�ll be a little sad too. I don�t want people around me
dying on me, okay, regardless of who they are.�

Fei Long opened his mouth to
speak, but an insistent knock on the door stopped him. �Yes?�

�Master Fei Long,� Yoh began,
�I�m sorry to disturb you, but it�s time.�

Fei Long and Akihito looked at
each other. Akihito nodded slowly. �Finally. Let�s get this over with.�

~*~*~*~

Yoh watched warily as Akihito
and Fei Long slid into the car. Behind him, Tao was waving at the two, tears in
his eyes. Yoh�s hand slid to his pocket, and pressing a button, sent a drop
call to Asami�s cell phone, the signal that they were on there way.

And so it begins. Yoh
hoped for all their sakes everything would end up well, or there will be hell
to pay on both sides.

~*~*~*~

In a building, not far from
where Fei Long and Akihito were, another phone call was made to a different
receiver, in an entirely different language. �They�re on the move.�

�Excellent.�

~*~*~*~

Asami looked outside his window, gazing at the vast
expanse of seawater before him. In a few minutes, Akihito and Fei Long would be
here. Akihito would be back where he belonged, and he and Fei Long settle
things once and for all.

As his thoughts drifted to Akihito,
he wondered how the boy would react to all of this. Yoh had told him the brat
was holding up well, despite his captivity, even made friends with the little
boy Fei Long kept in his household.

When Akihito was back with him,
he�d make sure every trace and memory of Fei Long in him would be completely
obliterated.

Asami was a possessive man, and
he didn�t like to share what was his.

~*~*~*~

�I�m not going back to Asami.�

Fei Long stared at Akihito,
incredulous. The boy had been locked in a deep brooding silence since he
entered the car. Now, there was a look of intense determination on Akihito�s
face. �I�m not going back to Asami, until he promises to give you safe conduct,
or at least the two of you talk your differences over.�

Does the boy even know what he�s
asking? �I�m afraid you�ll find both of us not in the talking
mood. The enmity between us is too deep to be remedied by small talk.� We�d
be more likely to start shooting at each other than talk.

�That�s stupid,� Akihito
snapped. �It�s never too late to talk things over. That�s when
misunderstandings happen, when people don�t talk.�

Fei Long raised a brow at
Akihito�s heated words. �Are you a psychiatrist as well as a photographer,
Akihito?�

�Of course not.� Akihito
reddened. �I used to go to one when I was a kid. He�s a friend of my mother.�
He glared at Fei Long. �What you and Asami need is therapy, to get all that
nastiness out of you. Hell, maybe it would make you two better men of society,
even.�

Fei Long couldn�t help but smile
slightly at Akihito�s absurd notions. �You went to a psychiatrist? I suppose
that explains your behavior.�

�I went to it rather than go to
jail. Besides, my mom insisted. She�s half American, so I suppose that�s where
she gets her faith in therapy. It helped me a lot, though.� Akihito shrugged.
�But if you don�t want to talk, then I�d just ask Asami to give you safe
conduct.�

�That will not be necessary, I��
Fei Long paused as the car ground to a halt. Glancing past the heavily tinted
windows, Fei Long frowned at the sight of a lone garbage truck barring their
convoys� way. Their escort car was honking madly at the truck.

Fei Long�s frown deepened. He
did not pay much attention to such things, but he remembered that there was no
garbage collection today. Then he saw a man stand up from within the truck, a
cylindrical object hefted on his shoulder. A fiery light came from it.

�Akihito, down!� He knocked the
startled boy down the floor, and then there was a terrific blast, a deafening
roar.

And then he remembered no more.

~*~*~*~

The phones around rang almost
simultaneously, and he picked up the one nearest to him. It was his cell phone,
and Yoh was calling.

�What�s happened?� To his
surprise, his men surrounded him, forming a tight protective ring around him.

�The Russians,� Yoh panted from
the other line. �They took Akihito and Fei Long.�

~*~*~*~

When he first opened his eyes,
Akihito became aware of a throbbing pain in his head. Next, it was a
blonde-haired, blue-eyed man looming over him.

Startled, he tried to jerk away,
but when he did, a sudden pain on his side hit him, and to his shock, he found
that someone had tied his hands and legs together. He glared at the man. �Who
are you?� he demanded in English. He was in a room, but he didn�t know where.

The man gave a deep, throaty
chuckle. �Ah, so you are Takaba Akihito. I�ve been most curious about you.�
Then he stood up to his full height. To Akihito�s horror, he saw Fei Long
slumped against a wall, apparently unconscious. �You bastard, what have you
done to him?�

The man smiled. �Nothing. He is merely asleep. I am
Mikhail Arbatov. And soon, you and Liu Fei Long will be guests at my home.
Until then, you must sleep, like Fei Long.� In the dim light of the room, the
needle gleamed.

Asami, where are you?

~T.B.C.~

Author�s note, part 2: OMG. My
first Viewfinder lemon. And it just had to be Fei Long and Akihito, too. Damn
you Fei Looooooooong!

I didn�t know where this idea
came from. I just thought Akihito wouldn�t just let things like this stand. The
boy empathizes too much with people to simply not care.

I think Akihito wants to go back
to Asami, but he has some apprehensions, and Fei Long�s offer and recent
behavior kind of took him aback. Oh, poor Aki, to be trapped between two men.

And Mikhail�s evil. He�s not
content with one, but two ukes. Tsk. Tsk. Don�t be greedy now. XD

Tom Clancy, who wrote out a
similar scene that took place in Moscow,
inspired the action scene. It can be found in The Bear and the Dragon,
where agents hired by China
tried to kill the head of Russian Intelligence. They ended up blowing the wrong
car, though. XD
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