Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

to you."
    Kazuhiro made a grumbling noise of agreement. "I'll grant him a reprieve this time, but more because of him putting you in a kimono than of his assistance."
    Smiling, Jonathon rocked his hips so his fully filled cock rubbed against Kazuhiro's abdomen. "So you enjoyed seeing me dressed like that?"
    Kazuhiro gripped Jonathon ass in both hands. "Very much. Though, you're deserving of something finer than his secondhand clothing." He lifted his hips, his cock-head touching Jonathon's hole. "Which is why I'm having a few kimonos specially made for you."
    Jonathon pulled his head back to better look into his eyes. "You are?"
    Kazuhiro nodded. "From the best kimono maker in Kyoto. I ordered it all this evening before going to the pleasure district."
    Jonathon playfully splashed water at him. "Then you'd already decided you were going to let me stay with you!"
    Kazuhiro laughed. "Yes, but after your rash actions tonight, I thought it might be best to send you back to America before you got yourself killed."
    Jonathon gasped in pretending offense. "You're cruel to me."
    Still grinning, Kazuhiro moved one hand off Jonathon's ass to grip his own cock, pressing it more firmly to Jonathon's hole. "Do you not like it?"
    Jonathon sat back, pushing his ass down until the broad head penetrated him. His eyes slowly closed. He sank further down Kazuhiro's cock, moaning soft and low. "I do. So very much."
    He touched his lips to Kazuhiro's, joy rushing through him in knowing he would get to stay in the arms of his samurai.
    ****
    Jonathon paced the inn's small room. He'd left the door leading out to the inn open, and also opened the second door going outside to a garden. Sweat dampened his skin, but he wasn't sure if it was from the summer heat, or nerves at waiting for this confrontation. He stopped before the door to the outside, gazing at the garden.
    He couldn't begin to predict how this meeting would go. The last place Barrett would expect him would be Hyogo Port, and he was certain when he'd sent his message to Barrett's ship, the man's jaw had to drop. He wondered if Barrett would even meet him. He hadn't replied back. It could be Barrett was so infuriated that he was alive, he would ignore his plea to give him safe passage back to America after not being able to take Kazuhiro's life.
    But that wasn't the type of man Barrett was. He would be infuriated, and that fury would bring Barrett here to kill him on his own.
    "You pathetic, worthless bastard."
    Jonathon tensed at the snarling voice. He glanced over his shoulder, locking his gaze with Barrett's condemning one.
    Barrett marched into the room, slamming the sliding door closed so hard, it bounced off the frame to be left slightly open. He stopped inches from Jonathon's face. "You're a little piece of shit, and I should've known better than to think you could do this job!"
    Jonathon flinched at the spittle flying from Barrett's lips and took a step back. "I just couldn't do it."
    "Of course you couldn't! You're weak, like all of your kind, and you lost yourself in sinful ways."
    Jonathon snorted, carrying a sardonic tone as he spoke. "Yes, because me sharing my body with another man is much more sinful than plotting murder or profiting off war."
    Barrett stepped close to Jonathon again. "And look at yourself." He flicked his hand at the light blue kimono Jonathon wore. "You're even dressed like the heathens. I should've gone with my gut that you couldn't be trusted. I've come to the conclusion my nephew's story was the true one, that you lured him to that place of debauchery and then tried to rob him. You're a manipulator and a deceiver. You disgust me."
    On his final word, Barrett lashed out, backhanding Jonathon across the cheek.
    The force of the hit knocked Jonathon to the side. He closed his eyes against the pain. He moved his hand toward the wakizashi on his hip and snapped upright, unsheathing the short sword in a single, fluid movement, landing the tip at Barrett's throat. He glared into Barrett's eyes. "I won't deny I have those qualities. They're what brought you here, after all."
    A harsh laugh left Barrett. "You don't have what it takes to kill me. You didn't even have it when my nephew was forcing himself on you, as you claimed, but then I'm sure you enjoyed that."
    "You can think what you want about me. You have since the moment you saw me. But even if you think I'm not capable of driving this sword through your throat, what are your thoughts on