Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder and make no profit from this story.

Warnings: Smex, AU, OOC (maybe), surprise warning (just got to read it to know this warning)

Pairings: ?/? (guessing game)

Summary: One night ruined him, but he had to find something within his world. He just might have found it but is he ready for it?

Notes: Hello readers. I'm doing some writing again when I can find some time. It took a while for me to write up this chapter. Also if people wish to check out another AU from me, look into Bodyguard. I swear that AU does get better. Here is another AU. I can't spill too much information since it would ruin the story. Take a chance and read. Also it is one POV and please tell me what you think; comments help me write more.

The night was crisp as he headed toward the bar that he went to which no one knew about. His friends were not around to comfort him tonight. It had been a week and he hid away from them all. Tears were ready to roll down his face, but he pushed them aside as he entered his gate-get-away. He had to forget that night. He had to stop feeling lost within his world. He had to find more to life now that he lost everything. He sat down on a stool and ordered his favorite drink. He wanted the memories to disappear for good. He wanted to drown his grief away. He drank his drink in one sitting and told the bar tender to keep them coming. He felt his world spin as memories played in his head.

"Get out of here."

"I'll protect you."

"They will understand."

Those words spoken meant nothing to him any longer since all he heard that night was a loud bang and his world disappeared in a blink of the eye. He was alone again, feeling each second take away from him what he needed the most.

The memories snapped away as a large hand slid across his shoulder. He turned his head to tell the person to back off, but his mouth was left hanging as he stared at the stranger before him. The black hair was sleek back and every piece was in perfect place. The man was about six or seven inches taller than him. The suit showed off every piece of muscle on the man, showing the world he was confident and prideful. Everything screamed danger but the eyes sucked him in. Bright gold orbs stared straight into his hazel ones, studying him.

His mind snapped out of the daze as a smooth voice spoke, "Lost?" He didn't understand why he leaned into the hand that moved toward his cheek. It was warm and the question brought up the memories once again that he wished to disappear for good. He pulled back, answering sadly, "Yeah." The man took a seat next to him, ordering some kind of drink and making sure the bar tender knew the drinks were on him. It wasn't a big deal since the drinks in this run-down dive was cheap. He raised an eyebrow and questioned, "Why come here when you look like you are worth a million dollars?"

Those eyes turned toward him, laughing silently at him which made his blood boil. He didn't say anything or even glare. He wanted to know details. He drank his beer waiting for the answer. The man lit up a cigarette as he replied, "Worth about ten million but this is a place no one will find me." It was the same as him. The man wanted to get away just like him, but he doubted he wanted to be alone due to death. He laughed bitterly. No one was like him. No one at all. He was truly lost.

The man leaned toward him as he ran his finger around the glass and whispered, "Sometimes being lost is good." He turned his head, feeling the warm breathe against his lips that made chills run up his back. Those eyes held knowledge but they were cold at the same time. It was like nothing could bring this man down because those eyes could read everything in seconds. He pulled back and mumbled, "Lost is not for me."

The stranger nodded his head as he waved over the bar tender. Two shots were pushed in front of them. Any other day, he would decline, but he wanted to be free from the memories that haunt him. He drowned the shot watching as the gorgeous man next to him did the same thing. The strange ran his finger across his cheek, catching his attention with smooth words, "What is your story?" He understood the meaning. Why was he here alone? He muttered so softly he wasn't sure if the other man heard him, "I lost someone close to me."

"I'll protect you."

"They will understand."

Words that was worthless. He was protected at a cost; the life of the other. It hurt deep in his soul. A shot was pushed toward his shaking hands. He turned his head in shame as he realized the stranger was seeing his tears of grief. Fingers brushed them away, making him feel even more shame. He shot back, "I'm not weak." The man leaned toward him, making him dizzy as a sweet scent circled him, speaking soft words, "There is nothing weak about grief." He took the shot, drowning it to get his head straight. The stranger was driving desire within his veins. He knew the risk about nearing someone. Could he take the risk? He turned his head toward the man as he was drinking his beer, staring at the man.

The spell was broken when the man said, "I lost someone close to me long ago." He snapped his head to the side feeling the shame of looking at this man with lust. The words spoken were sad but there was no change in facial expression. Another shot was pushed in front of him. He knew he should say something. He knew he should decline more shots but no words came to him and his hand grabbed the shot. They were both lost tonight.

Shot after shot plus beer and he knew he was out of it. He stood up, falling right into a strong chest. He laughed at his foolish behavior. He was always careful but tonight he let loose. The man wrapped his arm around his waist, keeping him from falling. Words caught his attention, "Let me take you home." He looked into those gold orbs that melted him deep inside. He asked, "Is your meaning naughty?" The man's lips rose up into a smirk that made his stomach flip and desire fly throughout his entire body as the man answered near his ear, "Maybe it is an offer." Without thinking, he gave his address quickly. He wanted to melt away from the night. This stranger was offering him some fun for the night, and he was going to take it.

The car sitting in front of the bar showed the money the stranger had but his mind was far gone about riches. The door was opened for him and he slid inside without giving more thought about the risk. As the car roared to life, he became daring and slid his hand over the strong leg, running his fingers over the hard muscle. Gold eyes glanced toward him, daring him to go further. He smirked back. No one he ever met had his sex desire and drive. He craved it more and more. He stopped his mind going back to memories as he ran his fingers toward the clothed cock. He was hoping his bold move would not get them into an accident on the way to his apartment. Tonight was freeing his wild soul with a man he didn't even know his name.

He was ready to pull his hand away to make sure they did not get into an accident but the large hand cupped his and pushed it toward the throbbing cock within the pants. He chuckled even though the alcohol was kicking within his system. He moved toward the man, whispering into his ear, "Like that huh?" The man did not take a glance toward him as he replied to him, "You have no idea what you are releasing tonight." He chuckled again as he squeezed the clothed cock, hearing no sound or different expression. The only way he knew the man was enjoying his bold movements was what was growing inside the suit pants.

He felt his desire go through the roof as the large hand slid to his leg, teasing him and making shivers race up his back. It was dangerous. It was a risk. It was a thrill. He didn't have that much even though his entire body and soul dreamed of having that moment. He leaned more toward the stranger, humming, "I see you are enjoying your…" His words died into a moan as the large rubbed him right where his body craved.

Before he knew it, there little foreplay had to end as they pulled in front of his apartment. The alcohol was running through his veins, making him dizzy as the door was open for him. His head didn't think of the dangers taking home a stranger for the night. He grabbed a hold of the man's hand pulling him inside the building toward the stairs. He didn't care what a rich man would think of his low income housing. It was a home for the moment until he moved on.

His thoughts stopped again as he was slammed into his apartment door and rough lips sealed his, making sparks flew behind his eyes. It was heaven and hell at once. It was impossible to think straight with this man running his fingers under his shirt and the talent tongue that refused to let him breath right. Oh yes, it was heaven and hell at once. It was shameful to be doing this in the hallway.

He broke the kiss, breathing hard as he tried to open the apartment door with a hand running across his behind and back. He opened the door after the fourth time and pushed the stranger inside. He slammed the door shut with his foot, giving a come look toward him if wanted a treat. Lips sealed his again and he jumped on the man, wrapping his legs around the waist. It felt even better as those lips started to slide down, biting at his neck, making his world spin. His guilty pleasure was biting.

The man broke away from his neck and whispered in a husky voice, "You are a wild person." He stared into eyes that seemed to be brighter in the dark room, flipping on the light as he remarked, rubbing his groin against the man's, "Problem?" The man slammed him to the wall, sealing his lips. His hands were busy gripping the silk hair. It was beautiful and wild. The emotion inside of him was being released.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavy into the man's ear, "To the right would be the room unless you wish to take me here." The man lowered his legs and he whimpered as he lost contract with the heat that was burning his skin. He took off the suit jacket and started to unbutton the shirt. He wanted this man tonight. He wanted to be free and wild which was his nature. The man leaned toward him, pushing the hot clothed groin right into his as he whispered, "I think I could take you anywhere."

The heat was blinding him. He felt it soar throughout his body. The memories were disappearing. The danger was making him pull the man toward his bedroom for a night of bliss. He stepped inside, uncaring what a rich person would think of his small room. Hot lips sealed his as he slowly removed the dress shirt from the strong muscled shoulders. The passion was making him dizzy or was it the alcohol? It didn't matter. This is what he needed and desired.

The stranger pushed him toward the bed as he tore off his shirt. He felt the wildness in the man's movements as hands slid across his heated body. He bit at the lips, trying to gain more of the taste that was so beautifully sweet. He was pushed to the bed with the taller man leaning over his slim form. Danger was pouring all around them but it didn't bother him in the least. He felt a hand shoved down his pants, making him snap his head back and moan, "Ahh. God." The man chuckled into his ear as the tongue filled his head with images.

His passion broke when a question was asked in that deep tone that sounded so sexy to ears, "What is your name?" He glanced toward the man, wondering what was the point of knowing each other names. With that one thought, he revealed his name, "Takaba Akihito." Before he could ask the stranger's name, he groaned deep as the hand twisted inside of his pants which were becoming too tight and uncomfortable.

He begged softly, "Take them off." In seconds, he was nude for those golden eyes to study. He didn't care as long as he got his desire filled for the night. Lips slowly bit down from his neck to his chest. He snapped his head back as one of his nipples were sucked into the warmth and the other was twisted by fingers.

The man leaned up making him realize that only one person was nude. It wasn't fair. He slowly moved up and toward the stranger. The man tilted his head to the side as he slid his hands across every toned muscle on the man's chest. It was making him drool with hungry. He pulled the belt and unsnapped the button. The man's rough lips turned up almost like a smile but it was cold and calculating. It didn't bother him in a bit. He slowly pulled down the zipper, not gaining any sound but their breathing. He swore his heart was beating so loud that the stranger could hear it as he slowly made tracks down the tone stomach to the hidden treasure.

The man grabbed his hand shaking him out of his haze and shoved both of their hands down the pants. He touched and felt the hard large cock, making his head spin. He never had that size before and wondered how bad his walking will be the next day. The man shook him out of his thoughts as he moved his hand to wrap around the cock. His mouth watered again as the sweet scent circled him. He pulled down the pants and boxers in one go.

The man chuckled darkly as he pushed him back to the bed and leaned over him. The man was beautifully dangerous and he liked it way more than he should for a one night stand. Akihito tried to pull the man closer. The man gave into his demands, closing the small distance between each other.

Sparks flew within his eyes as he felt the burning heat of both of their bodies. Hands, tongue, and nails ran across his body, making him unable to think clearly or to get more involved in the act of passion. Groans, hisses, and pants were heard within the room, but it was only him. It was like the stranger could last without making a sound. He knew some were like that but he liked to be vocal during the passion and lust. To him, it made it more heated.

The man slowly licked at his opening, shaking him to the core. He has never had this experience with anyone. No one was making his blood boil within his veins. His toes were curling as his body moved back and forth. His fingers dug into the sheet beneath their bodies while his hands twisted the sheet. His voice was getting louder by the second. Every other sound was blocked from him.

The man lead up and he buckled his hips the moment he felt the large cock right at his opening. It was time and he was dying to have all of it. Golden orbs stared at him, waiting. He buckled his hips again only to have large hands pushed them down. He moaned, "Do not teaseeeee. Not tonightttt."

The man gave a smirk toward him as he gained his wish. He grabbed a hold of the strong back, digging his nails into it. He was still careful of his world. He was no fool. He knew the risk was more than he could handle. He moaned as he felt completely full. His breathe came out in pants. The man's hands were busy making him forget the pain that came with binding each other together. He felt his head swim into bliss.

A pace was set that was wild and fast. It was beautiful and it was driving his lust further than it ever did before. The man was still silent except some deep pants near his ear while he was sure his neighbors were going to give him crazy looks tomorrow by his voice. There was no denying what was happening in his apartment at all. The man whispered, "Wild." He didn't care what the stranger said. It was finally happening for him. He has dreamt of being this wild in bed for a long time and found it at last.

A hand swept across his dipping cock that made him snapped back, groaning into the air and panting heavy. It was heaven and hell again. He twisted the sheets as the pleasure was building within his body. It was hell when the stranger would slow down and there was nothing he could do about it. His hips thrust forward with each thrust. The pleasure was blinding him. He panted, "Fas…ster." The wildness of this binding was driving his mind to a mess. It didn't bother him since this is what he needed. He needed to forget something and it was working. Nothing was entering his mind except the pace.

His mind was going insane while the pace was wild. It was prefect; something he wanted, but impossible to keep. He shut everything out of his mind as the pace picked up. The teeth marking him made his entire body shake in desire. He wanted more of this lust and passion. He grabbed the strong back, feeling more of the burning heat. He was so close. With two more strokes, he saw fireworks as he come over the edge with a loud moan. Two more thrusts and he felt the seed of the stranger hit deep inside of him.

The man leaned on top of him. He wanted to keep the burning heat and sweet scent around him all the time. When the stranger pulled away and sat on the edge, he questioned, "Regret?" The man turned his head toward him, making him feel he was being studied for something. That something was a mystery to him. He tilted his head, waiting for an answer. The man leaned toward his ear, whispering, "I never have regrets."

Before he could say something, the man asked him, shaking his thoughts further apart, "Where is your shower?" The night of wildness was over. He pointed out the door, mumbling tiredly, "Down the hall." The man looked at him again and left the room completely nude. He wanted to laugh but his eyes felt so heavy. His desire will never be fulfilled. He would be left alone to his own thoughts again; in his own world. He closed his eyes, knowing he had no regrets either; not for this night at least. The world was falling to darkness as the silence seeped through his ears.

The next thing he knew was a loud ringing, making his head pound. He raised his hand, sweeping it across the small shelve next to his bed. He rolled over, groaning in pain as he grabbed the damn ringing sound. He flipped open his phone, hoarsely speaking, "What?" There was a small chuckle that sounded calculating and he couldn't stop the smile forming on his lips. A sweet smooth voice spoke, "I was calling to let you know I am coming over in a little while to make sure you are fed. Need anything?" He felt his head swim in pain and answered, "Pain killers." She laughed again as the phone line went dead.

Before he could do anything else, there was banging at his door and yelling. He rolled over the bed, grabbing his shorts. Slowly hopping them on as he walked to the door. He didn't need his neighbors screaming at him more than they will be. He slammed open the door to be face with his two friends, Takato and Kou. They held worried looks on their faces. Guess it was because he was gone for a whole week. He dear them with everything but sometimes they were too much. He let them walk inside for their faces turn into horror.

He slammed the door, questioning, "What?" Takato pointed at his body. He looked down, remembering the night of passion. There were love marks all down his body. He looked back at his friends who have supported him through everything. He knew something was going to be said. It was dangerous to be close to someone. It was a thrill though that he craved the day his world changed.

Takato growled, shaking him out of the memories of the night before, "What the hell happened?" A woman's voice spoke from the door way, "Looks like he got laid. If you haven't figured it out, then you are more a moron than I first thought." He turned his head toward the woman who pushed Advil into his hand. Takato didn't get along with his friend at all. Sue that she loved to be called was about maybe two inches shorter than him. Her blonde hair was always down around him, almost like it was white gold covering her. Her bright blue eyes were always cold; dead. She always wore tight jeans and revealing shirt with high boots.

His thoughts were shaken as the cruel laugher asked, "Did the guy leave?" He didn't check but his moved to the door didn't show any clothes on the floor but his own. He shrugged his shoulders as he snatched the water out of Sue's small hand. She laughed again and as she walked to the kitchen, ignoring both Takato and Kou. He believed Kou had a crush on her, but she wasn't interesting and she made her message very clear which gained a heated Takato on her case.

Takato spoke in a worried voice, "Aki, I support you but what if…" He cut him off, "I might have fallen last night but I wasn't stupid." Kou gave a weak smile toward him. He really thought Kou should get over it and find someone else. It wasn't like he didn't dislike Kou but Sue was in her own league; the rich and corrupt. Sue screamed from the kitchen, "Oh my god, Aki you really need someone to take care of you. I swear this milk has been in here for ages." She made a gag sound as he heard the sink start.

He shook his head as he moved toward his bathroom. He needed a shower while the medication worked through his system. He was ready to move on. Last night was only a one-time thing. It all came crashing around him as he entered the shower without caring about the hot water scolding his skin. The man who died to protect him entered his mind once again. Did he betray him last night? Did it matter? Everything he was taught was nothing but a lie. No one would understand. No one would protect them. In the end, everyone was against him. Well, most of everyone. There were three in his house who would do anything to protect him and maybe that was what he feared the most.

After thirty minutes of crying and shaking, he came out to the scent of food. He cracked a smile as he headed toward the kitchen. He entered to see Sue leaning against the counter, glaring at Takato who was sitting across from Kou at his small table. Kou jumped up and hugged him tightly. He pushed the hug away in seconds as he replied, "I'm not weak." The words he said the night before only to hear grief was never weakness. Why were the man's words entering his mind? Why was the man still on his mind?

Sue shook him out of his daze, "You look like you had a good night." He heard her worry in her teasing words. He always saw her like his sister and she saw him like her brother. If he remembered right, she lost a brother around his age a few years back. Kou and Takato gave a worry glance toward him. He sat down, seeing homemade Ramon sitting in front of him. He cheered, hiding his pain away, "Oh my goodness, you know me so well, Sue-san."

She walked toward him and placed her hands on his shoulders, "Do not try to get out of it. This time I agree with the idiots. You could have messed up big time last night." He looked into her bright blue eyes. She was the first who found out. She was the first one who treated him. She was the first one who hid him away from the world. She was the one who showed him a whole new world. Kou and Takato found out and held fear for a while, but Sue never did.

He sighed deeply as he spoke, "I got lost last night but I was no fool. I would never be able to handle it. I know this." Takato laid his hand on top of his trying to show him that it was no good. Kou nodded his head like he understood. Sue patted his shoulders, whispering into his ear, "Do not worry. I am behind you forever, Akihito." He glanced toward her as she started to get busy with house work. It seemed Takato and Kou didn't hear her words. She was the one who understood him completely even if she was not part of his new world.

Kou raised his hands like a goof as he yelled, "Let's go out tonight!" He turned his head toward the one who was always cheerful for the most part. Kou wasn't the brightest but he was loyal. Takato held very strong beliefs and always looked out for him and Kou. He started to eat, feeling the warmth seep through him. He was cared for. He had people to fall back on. If this was true, then why did he feel so alone? Why was his heart aching? He even felt like that with his new world. They were friends that could understand his world, but he still felt alone.

Sue remarked lowly but he heard her, "Give him a break to deal with grief, moron." He shook his head while his friends were trying to get him to go out for the night with them. Sue walked to the door way, waving her hand toward him. She didn't say a word while Kou and Takato were speaking to him. He really didn't hear them. He finally spoke, "I'm staying inside. I like to be alone."

Takato sighed, "Aki, you need…" He turned his head, speaking, "I need to be alone." He knew he was being harsh toward his friends, but he needed to get his head straight. They were not there when the man who looked out for him died protecting him. They were not there when he felt fear like never before. They were not there when he was hiding instead of attacking. Yes, he needed to be alone today. He got lost last night and many emotions ran through his body. His soul was broken by the lies he was told.

Takato gave him a fast glare as he stood up and walked out the front door. Kou sighed sadly and patted his shoulder, "Ignore Takato. He thought you would come to us." Kou gave a small hurtful smile as he waved his hand and left him alone in his rundown apartment. Why would he go to them? They wouldn't understand the ripping feeling deep in his soul; the feeling of lost. He leaned back in his chair, muttering, "I know what I have to do but can I handle it again?"

He jumped off the chair, shaking the pain out of his mind. He was going for a walk to think about his next step. He had to get out of the grief. He had to find out what he should do next before he was found. He knew he couldn't handle his own. He proved that already. Grabbing his keys, glancing back at the apartment from the front door, he started to think about leaving behind this place.

As he walked down the stairs, the neighbors gave him dirty looks. He didn't care what they thought of him. He was lost and some part of him healed last night. He dealt with his grief by sharing his bed, shamefully to be honest with himself, but it was the only way for it to heal some part of him even though pain was still there. He walked down the street, ignoring the world while at the same time hearing everyone speak to each other.

He walked around for an hour and still had no idea what he will do. He turned the corner, running right into a person. He looked up to see Ben, who looked shock at him. This was not one person he wanted to run into. He wanted to stay away from them. He wanted to hide away from his failure. Before he could say a word, he was pulled into the small café with Ben ordering them some hot coffee.

He sighed, "I do not need a babysitter." Ben gave a fierce glare toward him without saying a word to him. Ben was around his height with long black hair and brown eyes. The man always wore jeans and a sweater. The smell around him was sickening covered over by the spray the man always wore. He leaned back in his chair as the coffee came. He had nothing to say to Ben. He wanted to leave but his legs wouldn't move. Was he really that weak?

Ben shook him out of his thoughts with a deep voice, "I thought they got you too." He turned his head. They would have if it wasn't for Rin who gave up his own life to protect his. He didn't say anything but moved his hand quickly as Ben grabbed it. He sneered, "Do not try." Not now. It wasn't ready. Ben hissed lowly, "You had someone."

His head snapped and glared at Ben. Ben always tried to be with him. Ben felt betrayed when Rin took him under his wing. It didn't matter as he took a drink of his coffee. It wasn't like he disliked Ben. Ben was a good looking man, but something pulled him away from the other man. Maybe it was too safe for him. Maybe that was the problem with Rin too. Everyone was too safe for him. There was no thrill. His blood and soul called for that thrill.

Ben sighed, "I know it must be rough but it is too dangerous. Please, listen to me." Oh he knew it was dangerous. It most likely was the reason why he did it. There was thrill. There was the scent of wildness that it wanted. He watched people walk back and forth outside. They were too busy to see another world. They feared them. They killed them. He sighed, "He lied." He turned his head to see Ben raising an eyebrow at him to question him further but he had no will to reveal more. There was no peace in their world; none whatsoever. He learned the truth that night.

Ben once again shook him out of his dark thoughts, "Come home." He stared into those warm brown orbs pleading with him to leave the city; to leave everything behind. He stood up, shaking his head as he walked away from Ben. The city life was something that made him feel free. He had to keep that before everything destroyed him.

He walked down the street, sighing as the wind started to pick up. He saw dark clouds looming over the city which made him pull his jacket closer to his body. The darkness praised him. The darkness is what he craved. He was wild and needed that thrill. Everything he was told was nothing but a lie. They didn't understand. They shot and killed Rin. His world was feared by people; plain and simple. There were only a few that he trusted and that was all he wanted right now.

The wind started to pick up stronger than before which made him smell something. His legs refused to listen to his commands as they started to head in a different direction. He felt the wind swirl around, making the smell much stronger than before and it was making it hunger. What was it that was drawing him away from the city and toward the docks? It wanted it. It wanted to taste the smell. He wished he could control everything but his body was moving toward the smell. It was heavenly to his entire soul, craving it. It smelled like danger which he would have ran from with Rin and the others.

His feet kept moving toward one of the warehouses, trying to gain the smell. It made his mouth water. He wanted more of that scent. It was calling to him. It was telling him of danger and thrill. He walked inside without looking anywhere. He had to have the taste. It wouldn't shut up until it had it within reach.

It became calm as his eyes widened to see a man bloody tied to a chair with a few men circle around the man. He took a step back only to be grabbed. He punched out of instinct as he hissed, "Leave me alone."

One tall man chuckled, "Touchy."

The man holding onto him was large and refused to let him go. It was going crazy. He pleaded, "Let me go." He didn't want to hurt people. He didn't care of crime happening. He has seen it every day as he worked as a photographer. He pleaded as he was grabbed by the man tighter, "Let me go. I won't report this. Please." It was screaming but he was petrified.

A voice came over everyone else's which put more fear into his being, "Take him to the office. Boss wants him." He was dragged off to the stairs. He tried to kick and punch but the man was strong. He feared what would happen if it came out to play. He tried again, "Please let me go." He was pushed inside the office. He ran to the door when it was shut to find it locked from the outside.

His eyes dratted around the room in fear. He was caged within four walls, making it feel trap. He couldn't stay here. He had to figure a way out. He felt his pockets, cursing his luck that he left his phone at home instead of taking it with him. He forgot about it since he was trying to stay away from everyone.

It was too late. He fell to his knees, feeling the pain surface from deep inside of him. He tried to breathe right but that was disappearing. New senses were entering his body. It didn't care. It wanted to run wild and free. He groaned as it started to take over his entire body and soul. The pain was becoming greater as it started to come forth.

Within seconds or minutes, he wasn't sure, the door opened revealing three men. He was ready to attack and run but his entire being stopped as he stared at the man in the middle. It was the eyes that drawn him in. Two men stepped forward raising their guns toward him. He growled deep in warning.

"Put them away." The man in the middle stated in a calm and sweet voice. His entire body lit up in desire. He kept his eyes on the man as he took a step forward, passing by the two other large men. Those eyes were staying into his blue ones. They were studying him. The scent clouded his senses. It was so sweet. It was being craved.

He snapped to attention as he saw the man take off his suit jacket, removing the holster and pulling at the tie. He leaned back and down, ready to attack if his being was in danger. His mind was clouding as the scent became more powerful. He growled in warning again as the man took a step toward him. It wasn't giving up so easily.

Before his eyes, the man fell to the knees without saying a word. His blue eyes widened as the man started to go through a process. The bones he heard cracking loudly in the room as his body shivered by the sound. He watched as the man changed before his eyes. The man was bigger than before. Black fur covered most of his body with a gray spot on the top of the head while the man was now on four legs. He sniffed the air as the scent started to become even more powerful directing his movements and making his tail swing back and forth.

That was right; his world was a wolf being. It claimed whenever it wanted to. Standing before him was another of his kind. He doubted that he caused it. The man seemed too much in control and those eyes that didn't change color like his does spoke of wisdom. His brown fur shook in the presence of the power he felt from the other wolf before him.

It refused to listen to his commands as he started to move toward the other wolf in the room. He was a small wolf while the man was large compared to his small frame. It sniffed at the air, circling the other wolf. It wanted the taste. He wanted to stop from going near someone else. Too soon. He sniffed the wolf's fur. The other wolf was just letting him do whatever he wanted to. The two men in the room were far from his mind.

The beautiful sweet scent over took him as he sniffed at the fur. It was strong and his wolf sided wanted it. He went behind the wolf, sniffing, only to hear a low warning growl. His two front paws buckled and he leaned his head down in submission. Those golden orbs glanced toward him and it made his tail move one side to the other side. Alpha, for sure. He thought to himself as the other wolf came toward him to sniff him. They were checking each other out, studying the other to know the right or wrong move.

He let it happen. Those eyes told him that he would not be harmed. They were wild just like that night when he took this man home to share his bed. The danger was in the air, making his entire body and fur feel desire. He wanted more of the scent. He wanted it wrapped around him. He kept screaming at himself for letting this happen. He wanted to growl and hiss for his stupidity. He couldn't handle this at the moment. He just lost his alpha. Where was that thought when he took this man home and shared his bed? It wasn't the same. He didn't know the other was like him; knowing his world too well.

He started to whine as the nose touched his brown fur. He couldn't stop himself. He did one mistake that he couldn't handle. Maybe it wasn't so bad at that moment but now it was. The bigger wolf licked at his face, almost like telling him it was okay to grieve. His head moved toward the other alpha. He wanted the comfort. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the other wolf.

Those gold orbs stared down at him with such a tense look that he wondered what was on the other wolf's mind. The wolf leaned down sniffing him, making him want to hide away. In a few seconds, there was a deep growl from the other wolf that he swung up and bit at the wolf's front paw. He scattered toward the fall wall from the other wolf. His senses told him danger and to protect himself.

When he smelled the copper in the air, he whined to see that he hurt the older wolf. He took a step or two slowly toward the wolf. The other didn't move an inch as he started to lick at the wound that he caused. He wanted to know what this wolf was thinking. Why did the other growl at him in rage? He pulled back as the wolf started to change once again. Their clothes were lying in rags on the floor. He pushed himself toward the wall as he saw the man that shared his bed standing there in all his glory.

The man ordered, "Get me some clean clothes, Suoh. Kirishima, help me handle the wound." He stared as the two men jump to action. He tilted his head. He sniffed at the air, trying to see if they were their kind too but he couldn't tell. Their scent was powerful but nothing like he desired. The scent that was to his liking was the man who was now putting on fresh clothes. He circled the floor and lay down only to hear, "Come back to your human form." He snorted into the air as his mind answered for only him to hear, Can't do it. The man turned his head and stared at him quickly as he laid his head down on his front legs. He wondered why the man was staring at him.

The next he remembered was warmth wrapped around him. He rolled to the side, trying to figure out what he was doing home. He rolled onto the floor, with blankets pooling around his nude body. Memories surfaced to his mind as he wrapped the blankets tightly around him as his hazel eyes dratted around the room to figure out where he was. A deep smooth voice spoke, "You are at one of my offices." He snapped his head to see the gorgeous man leaning against the wall staring at him with those intense gold eyes.

He stood up with the blankets wrapped around him to see golden orbs amused. Akihito hissed, "Give me clothes and I'll be leaving." The man lit up a cigarette as he spoke to him, "Now, why would I do that?" Akihito growled at the man as he approached him keeping the blankets close to his body. The man still held a look of amusement on his face. He poked the man in the chest as he growled, "Just because I'm small doesn't mean that I can't handle my own."

The man leaned toward his ear and the smell was powerful, begging to taste it. The man whispered as the tongue licked around the shell of the ear, "I saw you submit to me so easily." The man pulled back, speaking serious, "Beside you need to eat." He stared at the man like he was insane. He threw up his arms, forgetting about his nude body as he screamed, "Let me go now!" He couldn't do this. He had to get away. He had to think. Did he really want this dangerous man/wolf as his alpha? His wolf side whispered yes while his human side told him to run far away.

The man broke his thoughts as he made one statement that crashed his mind, "I will take care of you since you carry my litter."