Tokyo Ink (Gay SF Erotica)

bay.
    “Are we destroying or creating?” he asked.
    “Both,” Tetsu answered from the bed. The laptop was open on the bed beside him as he tracked the fall of Iyashii.
    Gabe’s hand moved along the glass, stopping to track the separate fires he could see. The panic and violence already was spreading far beyond Iyashii and the prison. “What is that line… something about ignorant armies that clash by night?”
    “Not all are ignorant.” Tetsu moved the computer to the nightstand and joined Gabe at the window. He ran his fingers down Gabe’s spine before bringing his hand to rest on Gabe’s hip as he stepped in close.
    Gabe shifted until his back was pressed against Tetsu’s bare chest. Tetsu’s hand slid across Gabe's stomach, loosened the towel until it fell to the carpeted floor. He kissed Gabe’s back, down the base of his neck between his shoulder blades. His hands stroked Gabe’s cock and he felt his own hardening, rising until it was nestled snug between the firm cheeks of Gabe’s ass.
    Gabe reached back and tugged at the band of Tetsu’s pajama bottoms. “I want these off.”
    Tetsu stripped the pants slowly, pushing them down to his hips at first and then leaning into Gabe. Out on the bay, fireballs shot up over the dark water, the explosions as silent behind the thick glass as the gunshots down on the street. They were removed from the chaos they had started. Here, body to body, the burning buildings, the boats, the collapsing pyramid and the flames magnified by its million glass panes were like fireflies in the night seeking one another. Tetsu ran his hands down Gabe’s sides, savoring the feel of the strong, graceful frame, the heat his touch produced and the light reflected on Gabe’s face that was brighter than any other he had seen.
    Rolling his hips, he let the pajama pants fall away and kicked them to the side. Sweeping his foot along the carpet, he guided Gabe into a wider stance then wrapped his arms around his lover. He dipped his knees, eased himself into Gabe at the same time he took Gabe’s shaft into his hands.
    Gabe gasped, pressed his temple against the window. Tetsu watched the reflection of their lovemaking play against the anarchy of the pre-dawn sky. He cupped Gabe’s balls with one hand, stroked him with the other in a measure that matched the unhurried ebb and flow of his own thrusts. Tetsu brought his lips to the back of Gabe’s neck, tasted the salt of his lover’s flesh.
    “Dawn is coming… the fires aren’t burning as bright,” he whispered, willing Gabe to open his eyes and look, but Gabe was lost in the rush of sensations. His lips were parted, the slow and shallow breaths contrasting with the rapid flutter of his eyelids. Gabe moaned once, a quiver of sound and then cum slickened Tetsu’s hand, triggering his own release inside Gabe. The shiver of a million small deaths and, at their end, resurrection as daylight broke in the east.
    Banzen.