Tokyo Ink (Gay SF Erotica)

spent watching him on a live feed and then digitally altering the stored media so that no one could decode the tattoos if they ever discovered what they were looking at. There had been brief, chance encounters in the building -- at the security desk, in the elevator. Tetsu’s suits were expensive enough and his nails clean enough that Gabe had played him as a potential client, offering demure glances and a gently swaying manner that demanded Tetsu look at him.
    That world was gone now, he thought, searching through a dresser drawer for the UV reader. The job was gone. Gabe would soon be gone, if not dead.
    The water stopped just as he found the reader. Tetsu slumped against the wall, waiting for Gabe to come out. He could explain dissolving the surface layer of ink as part of disguising the dancer’s appearance. There was no good way to explain the reader, or to know whether Gabe would piece it all together.
    He might still have to kill him after all the work of getting him here, but at least now he could make it quick and painless -- not like the butane and lighter would have been.
    Gabe stepped into the room, a towel around his waist. His hair hung wet down the center of his back. Water droplets sparkled across his shoulders. He turned at the waist until he caught sight of Tetsu. His gaze dropped to the UV reader, and he raised his brows questioningly.
    “Dry off and lay down on the bed.”
    Gabe walked to the edge of the mattress. He took the towel from his waist and began slowly seesawing it against his back. He kept his head turned so that he was watching Tetsu over his shoulder. He lifted a leg, stretched it out on the bed as he dried the skin. It was a performance to him -- Tetsu held no illusion as to what Gabe was trying to do or why. Gabe must have come to the conclusion in the shower that seducing Tetsu was the best way to ensure his own survival or get Tetsu to lower his guard long enough to escape. Knowing this didn’t help dampen his body’s reaction when Gabe turned and began drying his chest.
    “That’s enough. The blanket will absorb the rest.” Tetsu motioned at the mattress. “Stomach first.”
    Gabe obeyed but took his time getting into position. First he got on his hands and knees in the center of the bed. Then he let his lower body slide back. Tetsu turned the lights off, purposefully cutting the show short. He switched the UV reader on and slowly passed it over Gabe’s body, starting at the calves. When the reader’s light hit the top of his thigh, Gabe lifted his shapely ass.
    “Stay still.” Tetsu’s voice was strained. He knew it but couldn’t keep the edge out. He’d spent so many hours watching this man’s body -- to have Gabe purposefully teasing him now was almost unbearable.
    “Roll over.”
    “I thought you’d never ask.”
    The words left Gabe in a breathy sigh. Tetsu tried to ignore them. He began the pass of the UV reader just below Gabe’s chin. He reached the nipples, saw Gabe pinching them to hard points. As the light moved lower, so did Gabe’s hands.
    Screw it! He’d seen enough to know that the marks were still faintly visible under the reader. He switched it off and fumbled for the light switch on the wall. With the light on, he rinsed the washcloth out and tossed it at Gabe, along with the bottle of ink remover.
    “Do it again.”
    Gabe rolled over. “I can’t reach everywhere.”
    Tetsu tossed the reader on the table and picked up the washcloth. He drenched it and started rubbing. He kept his touch hard, more to keep from falling for Gabe’s attempts at seduction than out of a need to penetrate the deeper layers of skin. “There, you can do the rest.”
    He got up, moved away, heard nothing and looked back. The damn tease would only do it if he was watching! “This isn’t a game.”
    “But this is the first time I’ve been able to capture your attention.” He was stroking his cock again, playing with its full, hard length.
    So Gabe had recognized him from the other times in the building. That didn’t mean he wasn’t trying to play him. Tetsu let his voice go cold. “Finish and rinse off again.”
    “How hot should I make it?”
    No mistaking the dancer’s meaning. Tetsu busied himself with his handgun. He’d only shot one round from the magazine, and he threaded a replacement back into the clip. “Ice cold for all I care. Just hurry it up.”
    Gabe prowled his way toward the bathroom. Just as it had been while Mikio-san fucked the