Hi! I'm so sorry that this chapter

Hi! I'm so sorry that this chapter took me a while. I wished of nothing more but to write everyday; unfortunately I can't due to other commitments in life – life's not fair sometimes. (sighs)

Enough with the ranting! Seriously, I cannot express how grateful I am to my readers! Thank you for your favorites, follows and reviews! To all my reviewers: Asami's clown, Loverly, hawk1891, God-d-ess Eternity, inuyashalover1216, Nbsiren, raindropdew, Samerys707, c0c0ly, Rose Nusrat, JoEdgardHom, knox, Blueorchird, Nhaara, tataniastorm, tbb2, omitchi, Chret, Haruki-kun, Suspicious Crow, guest, Ana, caroline, Pigyz-kun, CreedHartnet13, demianlunz, Sage, whitenagel, oosuan, Camillian, Rewinsan, yuki, Reinri, AsamiFanGirl, tamira03, White Rose, Platoniclus Nue and Sezthekitty. Thank you!

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Disclaimer: Viewfinder and its notable characters belong to the great Yamane Ayano sensei. I do not earn anything from writing this fan fiction.

So he lost the bet, big deal. Correction, he didn't even start the bet with Asami in the first place; the older man had forcefully made the bet and proceeded to mess him up before he could protest. Akihito didn't consider the bet legitimate and had no plans to follow Asami's rules but that traitorous bodyguard Toru HAD somehow managed to capture a perfect shot of him cross dressing in a nurse outfit and sent it to Asami. That wasn't the end of Akihito's humiliation; the bodyguard recorded his little wriggling butt dance in front of the hospital and that too, found its way to Asami's phone. The yakuza would never allow such opportunity to pass by; he blackmailed Akihito into going to Sion with him or the embarrassing photos will be on top of Takeda's desks in the morning.

Akihito crossed his arm as he stood in front of the closet he shared with Asami, frowning at the clothes hung neatly before him. He didn't remember having so many suits when he opened the closet to grab his coat yesterday. Somehow, Asami had managed to sneak in more clothes into his closet without him knowing. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Akihito grabbed a black suit nearest to him and checked the label: Burberry. Rich bastard.

He put on his dress pants, amazed by the softness of the material. Then, he ran his fingers through the expensive fabric of his white designer shirt before putting them on.

"Good choice."

Akihito looked up to see his lover walking out of the bathroom with a towel hung loosely just above his hips. A few droplets of water fell from his wet hair and onto his torso as he padded to the closet. Asami Ryuichi is without a doubt, the sexiest man Akihito has ever laid his eyes on. He resisted strong urges to lick the water from his chest and quickly looked away as he concentrated on buttoning his shirt.

"So, ready to go to work?"

"Sly bastard; I don't see why I should follow you to work."

Half dressed; the yakuza walked towards Akihito and tilted his chin.

"A lost is a lost, Akihito. Be a man, suck it up."

"I told you that I won't concede defeat. You forced me to play in your perverted games and blackmailed me!" Akihito said crossly.

"Admit it; you enjoyed our little competition more than I did, so much so you passed out after the second round."

"THAT's –" A healthy blush formed on Akihito's cheek as he pushed Asami's hands away. Truly at a loss for words, the photographer stormed out of the bedroom, leaving his highly amused lover in the room.

Kirishima and Toru were at the living room, waiting for him.

"Takaba sama," Toru bowed.

"Toru, you traitor!" Akihito marched to his bodyguard. "I trusted you but you allied with that perverted bastard!"

"I apologize. I was under orders to report your whereabouts." The guard bowed.

Akihito placed his hands on his hips. "Report doesn't mean you have to snap my photos secretly and send it to him!"

Toru remained indifferent with Akihito's outburst. "The hospital belongs to Asami sama. Even if I didn't, Asami sama would have gotten it from the security cameras."

Akihito clamped his mouth shut, hated the fact that Toru was right.

"Takaba sama, if you would sit down, I will dress your wounds." Toru stepped aside to allow Akihito to sit on the couch.

Akihito groaned but sat down anyway. "There's no need, Toru. Look, it's healing nicely." To prove his point, Akihito shrugged off the white shirt he was wearing and moved his arms vigorously. The wound Inoue Daichi inflicted on his arm two days ago were already healing.

"No, Asami sama instructed that your wound is to be cleaned and bandaged before you step out of the penthouse." Toru knelt next to Akihito and opened the first aid kit.

"That controlling jerk," Akihito held his arm out for Toru.

"Takaba sama," Kirishima pushed his spectacles up. "You are accompanying Asami sama to work today. When you are the office, please refrain yourself from using profanities. You will address Asami sama appropriately."

Akihito winced when Toru applied the antiseptic cream. "Kirishima, I didn't ask for this. Your boss forced me to go with him. Perhaps if you could persuade him to leave me here, you won't have to worry about me embarrassing him at the office."

Kirishima paid no heed to Akihito's requests. "Takaba sama, this is a serious matter. Asami sama is a –"

Akihito waved his good arm at Kirishima. "I get it, Kirishima; I'll be good all right? I'm glad you're not my bodyguard, I'll go crazy with your nagging."

"Takaba sama, it's done. Would you like me to cover the mark on your neck?"

Akihito looked at his bodyguard, puzzled. "What mark?"

Toru touched the hickey on Akihito's neck softly. "The mark here."

Remembering what Asami had done to him the previous night; Akihito immediately slapped a hand on his neck in attempts to cover the mark from Toru. He glared at Kirishima who snickered at his reaction. Embarrassed, he rose from his seat and strode into the bedroom. He flung the closet open where a full length mirror was attached to the back of the closet door and tilted his neck slightly to the left. True enough; an angry red mark was spotted just above his collarbone.

"Asami! Do you have to leave a mark?" Akihito grumbled as he buttoned the top button on his perfectly fitted shirt before proceeding to put on his tie.

Ignoring Akihito's remarks, he moved behind the photographer. "You are tying it wrongly, Akihito. A fifth grader can do better than you." Asami brushed away the younger man's hands to help him.

"Unlike you, my standard attire is jeans and t-shirt. My job hardly calls for fancy suits and tie." Akihito tried to reply calmly even though his heart was racing from the closeness.

"You look good in suit; you should wear them often," Asami kissed the nape of his neck.

"St—stop it. Toru and Kirishima are waiting outside. We'll be late," the photographer tried to squirm away but was held back by Asami.

"The beauty of being your own boss, Akihito is to have your subordinates wait for you."

"You conceited bastard."

Asami bit the spot where he left the hickey last night. "Your punishment for the name calling," Asami said when he finally released him. He retrieved his coat and slipped it on before walking out of the room.

Akihito groaned at the angry mark. Covering it with his palms, he walked out to the living room once again and instructed Toru to put a band aid over it. The stoic bodyguard looked curiously at the enlarged hickey but obliged without questions.

"Asami, why are we going to the club at ten in the morning? Your club doesn't open until seven this evening." Akihito leaned back against the leather seat of the limo as he looked at the yakuza who was busy flipping a few reports on his hands.

Asami carelessly dumped the papers on the seat to look at Akihito's scowling face. "We are not going to the club; we're heading to the office."

Akihito moved closer to the older man. "Then, what the hell am I supposed to do at Sion?"

"Let's see. You have a few possible options."

"If your possible options involve office sex, you can forget about it."

Asami chuckled. "Why do you think you're coming to Sion with me if it isn't for the sex?"

Akihito stared at Asami, flabbergasted. "You mean you went through all the trouble of blackmailing me just to make me submit to you at your office? You pervert, I won't be your stress reliever!"

The yakuza grabbed Akihito's arm and pulled him closer. "Then, why don't you submit to me now – here?" he whispered near Akihito's ear.

Akihito fought back a blush and tried to push the older man away. "No! Have you fucking lost your mind? Kirishima and Toru are sitting in front!"

Asami bit the lobe of Akihito's ears. "Then you just have to be quiet," he whispered seductively.

Desperate to stop Asami's advances, Akihito blabbed out the first illogical thing that came into his mind. "You're missing a point! The limo wouldn't fit both of us!"

Asami raised his eyebrow before curving a smile. "Care for a bet, Akihito?"

Realizing he had uttered something incredibly stupid, Akihito quickly countered, "No, what I meant was – "

His feeble attempt to offer an explanation was interrupted by Asami pressing the intercom to connect to the driver. "Kirishima, drive around for another 30 minutes before you head to Sion."

"Very well, Asami sama," Kirishima's clear voice answered.

Asami disconnected the intercom and stared at his lover, amused by Akihito's shocked reactions. "Shall we begin?" he said and pulled the boy for a kiss.

By the time the limo pulled into Sion half an hour later, Akihito was positive that Asami had drained every drop of his energy. His knees were so weak that he couldn't even step out of the car without stumbling.

"Tired?" Asami asked as he held onto Akihito's

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Xin vui lòng, hãy kiểm tra phiên bản của Nga trong ficbook!Cảm ơn RiveReinStyx cho các phiên bản beta!Chương này dành riêng để Rein, chúc mừng sinh nhật! Có thể bạn có một sinh nhật rất may mắn và cảm ơn bạn đã đang là một người bạn tuyệt vời!Tuyên bố từ chối: Kính ngắm và các nhân vật nổi tiếng thuộc các sensei Yamane Ayano tuyệt vời. Tôi không kiếm được bất cứ điều gì từ viết tiểu thuyết fan hâm mộ này.Vì vậy, ông mất đặt cược, vấn đề lớn. Chỉnh sửa, ông đã không thậm chí bắt đầu đặt cược với Asami tại địa điểm đầu tiên; người đàn ông lớn mạnh mẽ thực hiện đặt cược của họ và tiến hành để mess nó lên trước khi ông có thể phản đối. Akihito đã không xem xét việc đặt cược hợp pháp và có kế hoạch để thực hiện theo quy định của Asami nhưng đó vệ sĩ traitorous Toru đã bằng cách nào đó quản lý để nắm bắt một hoàn hảo shot của ông chéo mặc quần áo trong một trang phục y tá và gửi nó cho Asami. Đó không phải là kết thúc của Akihito nhục; vệ sĩ thu âm của mình khiêu vũ Mông chút wriggling ở phía trước của bệnh viện và đó cũng tìm thấy đường tới điện thoại của Asami. Các yakuza sẽ không bao giờ cho phép cơ hội để đi qua; ông blackmailed Akihito vào sẽ Sion với anh ta hoặc hình ảnh lúng túng sẽ trên đầu trang của bàn làm việc của Takeda vào buổi sáng.Akihito vượt qua cánh tay của mình như ông đã đứng ở phía trước của tủ quần áo ông chia sẻ với Asami, frowning tại quần áo treo ngay ngắn trước khi anh ta. Ông không nhớ có phù hợp với rất nhiều khi ông mở tủ quần áo để lấy áo khoác vào ngày hôm nay. Bằng cách nào đó, Asami đã quản lý để sneak trong quần áo hơn vào buồng riêng của mình mà không có anh ta biết. Để cho ra một sigh exasperated, Akihito nắm lấy một bộ đồ màu đen gần nhất với anh ta và kiểm tra nhãn: Burberry. Giàu khốn.Ông đặt trên quần áo của mình, ngạc nhiên bởi sự mềm mại của vật liệu. Sau đó, ông chạy ngón tay của mình thông qua vải trắng áo thiết kế, đắt tiền trước khi đưa."Sự lựa chọn tốt."Akihito nhìn lên để xem người yêu của mình đi bộ ra khỏi phòng tắm bằng khăn treo lỏng lẻo ngay trên hông của mình. Một vài giọt nước rơi từ tóc ướt của mình và vào thân mình như ông độn để tủ quần áo. Asami Ryuichi là không có nghi ngờ một, gợi cảm nhất man Akihito đã bao giờ đặt mắt vào. Ông chống lại các kêu gọi mạnh mẽ để liếm nước từ ngực của mình và nhanh chóng nhìn đi như ông tập trung vào buttoning áo của mình."Vì vậy, sẵn sàng để đi làm việc?""Sly bastard; Tôi không thấy lý do tại sao tôi nên làm theo bạn làm việc."Một nửa ăn mặc; yakuza các bước hướng tới Akihito và nghiêng cằm của ông."Một bị mất là một mất, Akihito. Là một người đàn ông, suck nó lên.""Tôi đã nói với bạn rằng tôi sẽ không thừa nhận thất bại. Bạn tôi buộc phải chơi trong trò chơi của bạn sai đường và blackmailed tôi!" Akihito nói crossly."Thừa nhận nó; bạn thích của chúng tôi ít cạnh tranh nhiều hơn tôi đã làm, rất nhiều để bạn thông qua sau khi vòng hai.""Đó là-" một blush lành mạnh được hình thành trên Akihito của má như ông đã đẩy của Asami tay đi. Thực sự ở một mất mát cho các từ, các nhiếp ảnh gia bắt đầu đổ ra khỏi phòng ngủ, để lại người yêu của mình rất amused tại phòng.Kirishima và Toru đã ở Phòng khách, chờ đợi cho anh ta."Takaba sama," Toru cúi."Toru, bạn có kẻ phản bội!" Akihito hành quân đến vệ sĩ của ông. "Tôi tin tưởng bạn nhưng bạn đồng minh với thằng khốn đó sai đường!""Tôi xin lỗi. Tôi đã theo đơn đặt hàng để báo cáo nơi ở của bạn." Bảo vệ cúi.Akihito đặt tay trên hông của mình. "Báo cáo không có nghĩa là bạn phải chụp ảnh của tôi bí mật và gửi cho anh ta!"Toru vẫn vô tư với sự trồi lên của Akihito. "Bệnh viện thuộc Asami sama. Ngay cả khi tôi không, Asami sama nào đã nhận nó từ camera an ninh."Akihito kẹp của mình đóng miệng, ghét thực tế rằng Toru đã đúng."Takaba sama, nếu bạn sẽ ngồi xuống, tôi sẽ ăn mặc những vết thương của bạn." Toru bước sang một bên để cho phép Akihito ngồi trên chiếc ghế dài.Akihito groaned nhưng ngồi xuống nào. "Không có không có nhu cầu, Toru. Nghe này, nó chữa bệnh độc đáo." Để chứng minh quan điểm của mình, Akihito shrugged đi áo sơ mi màu trắng ông đã mang và di chuyển cánh tay của mình mạnh mẽ. Vết thương Inoue Daichi gây ra trên cánh tay của mình, hai ngày trước đã chữa bệnh."Không, Asami sama hướng dẫn rằng vết thương của bạn là để được làm sạch và bandaged trước khi bạn bước ra khỏi căn hộ penthouse." Toru quỳ xuống bên cạnh Akihito và mở các kit viện trợ đầu tiên."Rằng kiểm soát jerk," Akihito tổ chức cánh tay của mình ra cho Toru."Takaba sama," Kirishima đẩy kính của mình. "Bạn đi kèm với Asami sama để làm việc vào ngày hôm nay. Khi bạn đang ở văn phòng, vui lòng đoạn điệp khúc từ việc sử dụng profanities. Bạn sẽ giải quyết Asami sama một cách thích hợp."Akihito winced khi Toru áp dụng kem khử trùng. "Kirishima, tôi đã không yêu cầu cho việc này. Ông chủ của bạn buộc tôi phải đi với anh ta. Có lẽ nếu bạn có thể thuyết phục anh ta để lại cho tôi ở đây, bạn sẽ không phải lo lắng về tôi lúng túng ông tại văn phòng."Kirishima trả tiền không chú ý đến Akihito của yêu cầu. "Takaba sama, đây là một vấn đề nghiêm trọng. Asami sama là một "Akihito waved his good arm at Kirishima. "I get it, Kirishima; I'll be good all right? I'm glad you're not my bodyguard, I'll go crazy with your nagging.""Takaba sama, it's done. Would you like me to cover the mark on your neck?"Akihito looked at his bodyguard, puzzled. "What mark?"Toru touched the hickey on Akihito's neck softly. "The mark here."Remembering what Asami had done to him the previous night; Akihito immediately slapped a hand on his neck in attempts to cover the mark from Toru. He glared at Kirishima who snickered at his reaction. Embarrassed, he rose from his seat and strode into the bedroom. He flung the closet open where a full length mirror was attached to the back of the closet door and tilted his neck slightly to the left. True enough; an angry red mark was spotted just above his collarbone."Asami! Do you have to leave a mark?" Akihito grumbled as he buttoned the top button on his perfectly fitted shirt before proceeding to put on his tie.Ignoring Akihito's remarks, he moved behind the photographer. "You are tying it wrongly, Akihito. A fifth grader can do better than you." Asami brushed away the younger man's hands to help him."Unlike you, my standard attire is jeans and t-shirt. My job hardly calls for fancy suits and tie." Akihito tried to reply calmly even though his heart was racing from the closeness."You look good in suit; you should wear them often," Asami kissed the nape of his neck."St—stop it. Toru and Kirishima are waiting outside. We'll be late," the photographer tried to squirm away but was held back by Asami."The beauty of being your own boss, Akihito is to have your subordinates wait for you.""You conceited bastard."Asami bit the spot where he left the hickey last night. "Your punishment for the name calling," Asami said when he finally released him. He retrieved his coat and slipped it on before walking out of the room.Akihito groaned at the angry mark. Covering it with his palms, he walked out to the living room once again and instructed Toru to put a band aid over it. The stoic bodyguard looked curiously at the enlarged hickey but obliged without questions."Asami, why are we going to the club at ten in the morning? Your club doesn't open until seven this evening." Akihito leaned back against the leather seat of the limo as he looked at the yakuza who was busy flipping a few reports on his hands.Asami carelessly dumped the papers on the seat to look at Akihito's scowling face. "We are not going to the club; we're heading to the office."Akihito moved closer to the older man. "Then, what the hell am I supposed to do at Sion?""Let's see. You have a few possible options.""If your possible options involve office sex, you can forget about it."Asami chuckled. "Why do you think you're coming to Sion with me if it isn't for the sex?"Akihito stared at Asami, flabbergasted. "You mean you went through all the trouble of blackmailing me just to make me submit to you at your office? You pervert, I won't be your stress reliever!"The yakuza grabbed Akihito's arm and pulled him closer. "Then, why don't you submit to me now – here?" he whispered near Akihito's ear.Akihito fought back a blush and tried to push the older man away. "No! Have you fucking lost your mind? Kirishima and Toru are sitting in front!"Asami bit the lobe of Akihito's ears. "Then you just have to be quiet," he whispered seductively.Desperate to stop Asami's advances, Akihito blabbed out the first illogical thing that came into his mind. "You're missing a point! The limo wouldn't fit both of us!"Asami raised his eyebrow before curving a smile. "Care for a bet, Akihito?"Realizing he had uttered something incredibly stupid, Akihito quickly countered, "No, what I meant was – "His feeble attempt to offer an explanation was interrupted by Asami pressing the intercom to connect to the driver. "Kirishima, drive around for another 30 minutes before you head to Sion.""Very well, Asami sama," Kirishima's clear voice answered.Asami disconnected the intercom and stared at his lover, amused by Akihito's shocked reactions. "Shall we begin?" he said and pulled the boy for a kiss.By the time the limo pulled into Sion half an hour later, Akihito was positive that Asami had drained every drop of his energy. His knees were so weak that he couldn't even step out of the car without stumbling.
"Tired?" Asami asked as he held onto Akihito's