Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Viewfinder characters, those belong to Yamane Ayano. Mark is mine though.
When Akihito was told he was summoned by Asami, it wasn't anything new to him. He kicked and moaned, bitched when he was taken forcibly, but in reality he anticipated the meetings. All of them. After he had been taken that night Asami's car had almost hit him, all he could think upon hearing the mention of yakuza, limos or anyone with the surname of Asami was sex, being penetrated by Asami. He felt himself become hard from the moment he saw Akira. He knew what that meant.
Akira was surprised when they reached the car and Akihito had completely stopped whining. He saw the flush on his face and drove silently, avoiding the subject and all eye contact. When the car pulled to the luscious hotel, Akihito simply asked which room number and was handed a key.
Room 214. Not a suite. Not even a good room. Just a common, middle class room to rent for one night, like they were at a love hotel. Akihito seethed.
He reached the room easily, it was on the second floor. He used the key in the door and heard sounds he was all too familiar with. Passionate moaning and an occasional guttural moan. He paused, thinking he had gotten the wrong room. He looked at the key, and then at the door number, but there was no mistaking it. This was the right room. He had not been mistaken. And in the next room, past the wall encasing the toilet and shower, Asami was on top of another man, or boy, fucking him like he had Akihito. He couldn't bare to enter any farther. He shut the door silently and slid down, covering his ears with balled fists and burying his eyes into his jeans. This was not happening, he kept telling himself. But even still, the moans penetrated the shield of his hands. He could hear the creaking and groaning of the bed under the weight and movement of the two above.
'Asami,' he whispered the name to himself, tasting it. "Ryuuichi,' he whispered, liking the taste of that better. But it still didn't drown out the sound of the others. He stood, feeling a tear run down his cheek. He couldn't bear this any longer. He silently opened the door but let it slam on his way out. He broke into a run to the stairs, throwing open the door and leaving a heavy dent in the wall. His legs began to shake as he flew down the second flight.
'ASAMI," he shouted at the bottom. He could feel his heart wrenched in two as the tears flew and soaked his cheeks. The other patrons stared as he tore out of the hotel and into the street. Akira looked after him with pity in his hardened eyes.
Akihito opened the door of his apartment with more force than necessary considering the time of night. He stuffed as much as he could into a large tote and even more into a small duffle, instead of the other way around (the logical choice). He left two of his cameras behind, grabbing his best and the equipment he needed for it. He grabbed the money he had stashed in various places and on the way to the airport, he emptied and canceled his bank account.
'One ticket to Dublin please,' rattling off the first flight out he saw. The woman nodded.
'Sir, are you checking your duffle and case,' she asked, indicating the camera case and duffle. Akihito nodded and handed them over to be weighed and checked. The woman tagged them in no hurry and printed the ticket after Akihito handed over the appropriate amount.
'Is this business or pleasure?' the woman asked lightly.
'Both,' came the strained response. He did not want to chat with some airport broad.
'Isnt that nice,' she said lightly. 'Have a nice flight, sir, and please always fly with Japan Air.'
Yeah, sure I will, he thought darkly. He ran to the terminal and boarded the flight easily, flashing his passport to the stewardess on his way in. His seat was in the back of the massive plane and he moaned. That was always the hottest. But at the same time, he really didn't care. He was running and his heart was tearing and his eyes were raw, but he still didn't care. All he cared about was the man his lover had been pounding into the bed so passionately. He had clearly meant for Akihito to see that. He had meant for more, he thought, but he would never give him the chance again. He could stay in Ireland. He could.
The plane took off shakily and reached maximum altitude relatively quickly. He would have only two stops from here, on in L.A. and the other in Heathrow to board an Aire Lingus flight to Dublin. A long flight, no matter how he looked at it this was going to be tiring and he had no place to stay once he reached Dublin. He could find a hostel no problem, but even still.
He tried to calm himself when they reached LAX, but he couldn't. he was wide awake and wanted to keep going. When the steward looked at his ticket, he suggested using the cots downstairs and catching a later flight, but Akihito would not consent. He needed to keep moving, far away, as far as he could get. He boarded the plane with only moments to spare and relaxed slightly. He was near the front of the plane; the steward had bumped him to first class. He sank into the plush leather seat and thought of Asami, how this felt like his car and then he blanched, his heart tore and he pushed the thought away.
The plane took off and hit turbulence immediately. He pushed the ear buds into his ears and switched to movie mode, taking the food the stewards gave him, but only barely touching it; it was not to his taste, this American food.
Finally, after about nine hours of no sleep, annoying men and women hassling him to sleep and eat, he exited the plane and sneered at the workers. They were only doing their job, he know that. But they were still so annoying, and they knew that.
There was an hour layover till his plane launched for Dublin and he was hungry, his lack of appitite suddenly gone when he smelled the succulent meats cooking in a small café in the cramped terminal. He went up and pinpointed the smell. A toasted corned beef sandwich ladled with sweet sauces and a single egg on the bottom. A house special it said. He moaned at the smell and traded in some of his yen to pounds, pointing to the sandwich. The cook happily handed it over and Akihito handed over the money. The food tasted too good on his tongue. And savouring it took up most of the time till his flight took off.
Once the flight landed in Dublin, something caught his eye. A tall man. A very tall man. He towered over Akihito's five foot nine and even Asami looked short in comparison. He found himself staring and forgetting that he was running or that he needed to go get a hostel. The man saw him staring and smiled nervously, lighting up his handsomely boyish face. Akihito blushed. He looked away.
'Excuse me,' the man said in a thick Dublin accent. Working class, hard to understand.
'Ah,' Akihito moaned. 'Eigo o hanashimasen deskero…'
The man's face lit up. He switched to Japanese. 'You are from Japan?' he asked. His accent was thick still, but his language skills very good. 'Lucky me. I am a proffesor at Trinity College. They just started a Japanese program there. Why are you here, my friend, what is your name?'
The man was straight forward, but made Akihito smile. 'My name is…' he paused. 'I would rather not give my name. You see, I am somewhat of a refugee.'
The man nodded in acknowledgement. 'I see, then you can give me whatever name you will answer to.'
'Asami,' he responded quietly. 'Asami Kai.'
'Well, Asami-san,' the man began. Akihito held up a hand.
'Please, Kai.'
'Well then, Kai, since you are a refugee and have nowhere to go, then I will put you up until we can get you to a gaurda station and get you legal. Would that be ok?'
Akihito looked stunned. He honestly did not know what to say. 'But you do not even know why I am running.'
'A refugee is only a refugee if their situation is dire and from the looks of it, I would say yours is. Please. Let me help you.' He was being genuine and Akihito couldn't help but nod. He lowered his head in consent.
'What is your name,' he asked quietly.
'Me? Mark O'Connell. Well, that's my wife's family name. Ex-wife. But it carries weight, so I took it and kept it.'
Akihito lifted his head. 'You were married? Why did you get divorced?'
Mark cocked his head and studied the adorable boy below him. 'Another time, maybe. A story for another time.'
Akihito nodded in consent. They grabbed his bags, both of their bags, and boarded the large charter that would take them to the center of the city. Mark sat quietly watching Akihito, who was looking out the window with a torn expression.
From the stop to the mans car was a simple walk and from there to TC was a fast drive, but it was so tense that to the two in the car it seemed to play out forever.
Later that night, after a tense dinner and a quick shower, Akihito lay in the extra bed of the mans flat. He couldn't fall asleep, in his mind all he could see was Asami, thrusting into him, Akihito writhing in pleasure. Then he would morph into some other man, a man more suited to Asami's needs. And then he would open his eyes and gasp. This played on for hours until, during one of the times that his mind made him see Asami driving into another man, he heard his door creak. He heard quiet foot steps and then finally he heard and felt his bed dip and creak.
Above him Mark leaned down and smelled his hair, breathing in his scent. Then he felt warm lips on his forehead, trailing down to his lips. They paused a moment and then began to move against them. Akihito felt himself respond as he did to Asami and he lifted his arms to engulf the other's neck. Mark drew back in surprise.
'I'm sorry,' he murmured.
'Don't be,' Akihito whispered back. This is what I need, he thought to himself. This is what I need to forget him. I need to feel someone else, feel pleasure that will wipe him from my mind.
'No, no,' Mark said, trying to pull himself further away. 'I shouldn't, I don't know you. This is wrong…'
Akihito pulled him down into a hot kiss, parting the man's lips and delving in, running his tongue over the others. Mark moaned in pleasure and began to take in Akihito, breathing in every kiss and shifting himself on top of the smaller man. He began to bring his hands up through his shirt, feeling Akihito's well toned body, rubbing his nipples gently, then massaging them. Akihito moaned in pleasure. He gasped as Mark's hand trailed into his pants, grabbing his throbbing length.
'Ah,' he moaned as the lips moved from one heated place to another. His hips bucked into the movement of the others hand. His shirt was stripped, then his boxers until he lay on the soft bed completely naked. Mark had stripped of his shirt and was now bending over Akihito in only his boxers, his lips trailing until it reached Akihito's cock. He took it into his mouth and Akihito moaned loudly.
'Shh, the walls are thin here.'
'Mmmm,' Akihito responded. The mouth came back down onto his member and a hand wrapped itself around as well. As the tongue moved along the tip, slipping into the small opening and playing at the base, the hand began to fondle his balls. Marks mouth moved up and down, giving the boy beneath him exquisite pleasure. Akihito covered his mouth, stifling the guttural sound he made as he came into Mark's mouth.
Mark swallowed then moistened his fingers, slipping in one, then seeing the hole used to this sort of play, inserted two, scissoring them, the thrusting. He inserted a third before long. Akihito moaned and twisted.
'Please,' he begged, holding his legs like he was used to, exposing himself to the other. Mark swallowed and placed a condom over his cock. Akihito bit into the pillow, prepared for the pain accompanied by the impending penetration, but Mark enetered slowly, savoring it as Akihito gasped. Finally, he was in up to the base. Akihito panted and looked at the man above him. Asami flashed before his eyes, then after he blinked, he realized that it was only Mark, the man who had shown him some actual kindness. He smiled and wrapped his arms around Mark, bringing him in.
'Are you ready?' Mark asked in a husky, sensual voice.
Akihito nodded into his shoulder. Mark drew out and then thrust back in, his movements slow and methodical. It was clear he did not want to hurt Akihito.
'Please,' Akihito whinned. 'A little harder.'
Mark breathed a sigh into his new found lovers ear and began to thrust in harder, grinding in and pushing Akihito into the bed.
He grunted and grabbed Akihito, pulling out and turning him onto his stomach. He thrust in again, harder this time. Akihito bit into the pillow, panting.
Mark began to thrust in faster, Akihito tightening as he felt himself close to release. Mark grunted again. This was too much, too tight. He felt and heard Akihito's release. He tightened himself so much so that Mark was forced into release.
Both of them collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion.
'I'm sorry,' Mark panted. 'I should have had more control.' He pulled out and lay next to Akihito, who simply smiled timidly at him.
'Me too,' he responded. 'I was a bit fast.'
'Well, now you know why I left my wife. Would you tell me why you left Japan?'
I hope you liked, this was my first Yaoi fic and my first Yamane fan fic. This isn't over yet. Please, let me know what you think.