Negotiations

Disclaimer: Viewfinder and all its characters, etc. are the property of Yamane Ayano. This is a fanfiction written only for fun and my own personal amusement.

Negotiations

Part II

By: shad0wg8

Akihito managed to calm down somewhat on the way to the car, his breathing less erratic and his face a more normal shade, if still slightly flushed. Asami slipped into the backseat beside him, the door barely shut before he had his phone out. Akihito glowered at the small object and the man holding it. Asami was ignoring him, purposely. Akihito hated these games Asami always insisted on playing. If the man was going to be that way, fine. The stimulant he had been given was bearable, just barely, as long as Asami didn’t mess with him and…

The car hit a rather large bump and the photographer cried out, quickly covering his mouth to stop any other noises from escaping. He saw Asami smirk out of the corner of his eye and wanted to die on the spot. Asami apparently wasn’t through playing with him yet. Dread began to settle in when the smirk turned into a leer and the phone clicked shut.

“Perhaps I should tell Kirishima I feel like a ride through some nice back-country roads,” Asami mused, watching his Akihito’s reaction with amusement. The boy groaned at the thought of all those bumps and the constant jostling of the car.

“The negatives, Takaba, where are they?”

The question caught the young man off guard.

“I don’t-”

“I’ve been lenient up until now. Don’t push my patience any further.”

“Lenient?!” Akihito practically screeched. “What the hell you bastard!”

“Akihito,” Asami warned, his voice a low growl.

“I’m not playing your sick game anymore Asami. Let me go!” Akihito shouted, taking a swing at the older man.

He should have known better, really. He couldn’t recall ever winning against the man in a contest of strength, or anything for that matter. His impulsive nature just wouldn’t allow him to sit still and give up with out a fight. He was beyond frustrated, in more ways than one, and was nearing his breaking point.

Asami grabbed Akihito’s bound wrists, subduing him easily, and stretched the boy out across his lap.

“If you’re not willing to see reason…”

“Let go of me!” Akihito cried, wiggling to get free.

A firm smack to his backside instantly ceased his struggles. Asami used the photographer’s momentary shock to undo the tie, only to twist the boy’s arms behind his back and recapture his wrists in the thin piece of silk.

“W-wait, what are you…?” A small note of panic crept into Akihito’s voice as he was placed back on the seat.

Asami held him in place with one hand, his eyes glinting sharply when the boy began to squirm. Reaching for the seatbelt with his free hand, Asami pulled the strap completely out and clicked it into place. He let the slack go and gave the belt a small tug to make sure it was fitted snuggly against his captive. Sitting back, he admired his handiwork.

Akihito for his part immediately began to thrash about, which only caused the seatbelt to cinch tighter. Asami watched him struggle for a few moments before moving in. Akihito froze as Asami’s large hands slid to the front of his jeans and popped the button open. His pants were quickly slipped off, along with his shoes, leaving him in only his boxers.

“You really do like being tied up,” Asami commented, looking pointedly at Akihito’s crotch.

“I do not!” the blonde protested. “It’s just… and you, well… Bastard,” he finished lamely, his embarrassed gaze slipping to the floor.

“You’re not going to make this easy, are you,” Asami stated, lifting Akihito’s chin. “You never do,” he breathed, leaning in to capture the pouting lips.

Akihito was forced to submit to the bruising kiss, his head held in place by two strong hands. When the kiss turned into more, Akihito lost control and lashed out blindly with the only part of him that wasn’t tied down. Asami hissed in displeasure and backed off when a knee connected with his side. He quickly undid his belt and slid it out of the loops as he grabbed Akihito’s right leg; the one that had hit him. Wrapping the strip of leather around the boy’s bent up leg; he tightened it and wound it through the seatbelt before securing it with a vicious tug. He yanked Akihito’s boxers down and off the free leg before turning back to him.

“Do I need to tie the other up as well?”

“N-no…” Akihito mumbled irritably, feeling uncomfortably exposed and vulnerable.

“Hm,” Asami mused, giving the boy time to squirm. “I think I will anyway.”

Akihito’s head snapped up, a horrified expression on his face. He blanched visibly as Asami reached for the middle seatbelt. He wanted nothing more than to sink into the luxurious leather seat and disappear as Asami grabbed his leg and bent it up, securing it the same as his right. He was completely exposed to anything Asami wished to do to him, and he knew, knew the man was going to toy with him until he couldn’t bear it any more. Even then the sadistic man might not stop.

“Now, let’s try this again,” Asami smiled almost pleasantly, swooping in to trap Akihito in a demanding kiss.

It wasn’t long before Akihito was panting and moaning, arching up into Asami’s expert caresses as much as his restraints would allow. Slipping a hand down Akihito’s thigh, he let his fingertips brush against the stiff cock as they continued downward. Sliding between the firm cheeks, he pressed the dildo firmly back in since it had slid free without the pants to hold it in place. The photographer jerked, his eyes going wide. Asami grinned devilishly and slowly worked the object free before shoving it back in forcefully.

Akihito was quickly approaching the edge as Asami alternated between slow and fast, rough and gentle. He licked, and bit, and teased mercilessly as the boy twisted helplessly against the seat. Just as Akihito thought he was finally going to be allowed release, something constricted around his aching cock. He didn’t have to look down to know what it was. The blonde moaned feebly, tears gliding down his flushed cheeks.

“Not yet,” Asami chastised, lips traveling along the trembling jaw line. He ran his tongue along the swollen lips before slipping it inside the slack mouth.

Akihito tore his lips away from Asami’s as the yakuza sharply withdrew the objected he had left embedded in Akihito’s ass. Biting down on the sensitive neck that was turned to him, Asami dropped the dildo to the floor and slipped two fingers in to replace it. He was rewarded with a choked whimper from his boy as the photographer convulsed in his grip. He gave a languid lick to the patch of reddened skin he had been sucking on, before trailing feathery kisses alternated with sharp nips up to the shell of a delicate ear.

“Give me what I want, Akihito, and I’ll give you what you want.”

He was answered with a strangled, wordless sob, more tears forming at the corners of glazed hazel eyes.

“Finally catching on?” Asami purred, giving the boy’s earlobe a soft tug with his teeth.

“A- Asami…” Akihito trailed off in a moan as the man tweaked a nipple. “Please,” he breathed, desperation slowly working its way into his voice.

“Tell me where they are and I’ll end your torment. Or, you can try to hold out while my men tear your apartment to pieces and I’ll punish you more.”

“N-nngh!”

Asami chuckled at his boy’s inability to form coherent words.

“Maybe you’d prefer more punishment?”

Akihito threw his head back into the seat as Asami brushed his fingers against that spot again. He tossed his head from side to side, crying in desperation as he was denied release for the second time since the beginning of the car ride.

“Please,” he begged frantically, hips wiggling in an attempt to get more of the pleasurable torture induced by Asami’s skillful fingers. Asami answered his plea with a harsh bite to an already abused nipple.

“Book- Ah!”

Another stinging bite followed by the soothing caress of a warm, wet tongue.

“Bookcase… behind,” he panted out hoarsely.

Asami pulled away, leaving the boy confused and shaking. He flipped open his phone and dialed. Hanging up after a few short words, the yakuza turned back to the panting, whimpering mess that was his Akihito.

“Shhh,” Asami soothed, a hand wrapping around the photographer’s throbbing erection and slipping the cock ring off.

Akihito desperately wanted to push up into that firm grip but was held down by his restraints. He voiced his frustration, but was quickly cut off with an ardent kiss. All it took was a few firm strokes and his boy came. Hard. Akihito went limp, completely spent, darkness creeping into the edges of his vision.

“We’ll work on discipline later,” Asami smirked as Akihito drifted into the world of dreams.