The Scent of Orchids

I don’t own Asami, Fei or Takaba

The Scent of Orchids
by Michalyn
Fandom: Viewfinder by Yamane Ayano
Pairing: Asami x Feilong
Rating: M

Asami swirled the brandy around in his glass. The bar was dimly lit and smoky, completely ordinary to the untrained eye. Of course, Asami Ryuuichi was no ordinary man. He was aware of his guards lurking near the exits, blending seamlessly with The Lotus’ wealthy patrons. He was also aware of a second set of guards who had arrived shortly after his contact had left. It was thus no surprise when, with a rustling of fine silk, the seat next to him was taken.

“I would have thought you much subtler than that, Fei Long. Your cockroaches have been swarming about since I got here. Were you so desperate to see me?” Asami drawled, blowing a ring of smoke out in front of him.

“Come now, Asami. We both know that subtely has very little to do with why you’re here. Do you always linger at a meeting point over an hour after your client has left? No, we both know very much what this is all about,” Fei Long intoned. He smoothed a hand over hair softer than even the shimmering silk he wore. The perfume of orchids mingled with the smoky- sweetness of opium rose from his clothes as he moved.

Asami’s nostrils flared at that scent: familiar and cloyingly addictive. He saw the other man’s graceful profile and the fact of Fei Long’s beauty washed over him almost dispassionately. No sentiment was required to recognize it. It simply was. Even as Asami thought so, however, fire began to pool in his veins. He rose, setting his unfinished drink on the counter.

Fei Long’s mouth curved upwards in a smirk.

Asami did not have to wait long. They struggled in the darkness of the stairwell, cold metal jarring elbows, biting into hips and thighs—a fitting counterpoint to the coppery tang of blood in their mouths as teeth scraped against lips. In the moonlight spilling from the window at the top of the stairs, Fei Long’s eyes were luminous. He was beautiful in a brittle haunted way. It was a beauty that always made Asami’s chest ache, made him want to cradle Fei Long and protect him.

So he was rough with him instead.

Asami shoved Fei Long forward. Tangling his hands in his hair, he fucked him over the railing. Fei Long grunted but he never cried out. His hands were white-knuckled as he gripped the balustrade and slammed his hips backwards to meet Asami’s thrusts. Whatever refinement there was in Fei Long’s features twisted into a grimace of pleasure. The fine silk of his shirt was crumpled and the perfume of orchids was replaced by the baser smells of sweat and sex.

It was always like this between them: hard, fast and brutal. Asami preferred it that way. Somehow it made Fei Long more real to him; less the beautiful broken doll and more the ruthless predator he was—that they both were. With a final grunt he poured his seed into Fei Long. Asami withdrew and tossed the dirty condom onto the floor. He straightened his clothes and began walking away. He didn’t have to look behind him to know that Fei Long had righted his own clothes and was already disappearing into the darkness until the next time.

The next time….

Asami strolled out of the club into the cool night air. He dragged deeply on his cigarette. He had come but he felt irritated, hollow, unsatisfied. Fei Long’s scent lingered on his skin and the memory of his hair was alive on his fingertips. Asami ground the burnt-out fag end of the cigarette beneath his shoe. He needed a change, a different kind of sex. He wanted something that didn’t arouse conflicting feelings in him. A sweet little fucktoy who wouldn’t break when he played with it.

Asami sighed. Shinjuku glittered with a thousand lights before him and he stepped forward, ready to leave this little interlude behind and return to the world he’d created. Just then, his cell phone vibrated.

“Yes?”

“Boss, it’s Takaguchi. We found that punk photographer sniffing around again. The one who’s friends with that cop Yamazaki. Should we let Norita dispose of him?”

Asami smiled and began moving briskly towards his car. He suddenly felt completely invigorated. “No … no… I think I’ll take care of this one myself….”

End