Tokyo Ink (Gay SF Erotica)

dancer’s tight little mouth, Tetsu couldn’t look away, couldn’t miss the image of hard muscle moving beneath pale oiled skin, the dark red nipples, the cock flushed with blood and those slate blue eyes staring at him. Tetsu grabbed Gabe’s arm, knowing the minute he touched the other man’s flesh that he had to unload the dancer soon.
    “Look, just a little while longer and we can work on putting this behind you. Maybe not your old life…” He couldn’t help himself. He dropped his gaze to Gabe’s erection. He wanted to grab hold of him there, stroke him, take him in his mouth and suck on him while Gabe offered him the same pleasures. How long had he wanted this? How long had he wanted, specifically, this one man?
    He looked away and dropped Gabe’s arm. “In the meantime, stop playing your little whore games. Things will go easier.”
    Gabe moved, the bathroom door shutting quietly behind him. Tetsu turned to the dresser, pulled out a spare mobile that Iyashii couldn’t trace. Once nothing showed up on Gabe’s skin with the reader, he would contact the others in his cell, find out what they knew and come up with a plan for relocating the dancer.
    Soon.
    Before Gabe’s constant chiseling at his self-control made Tetsu crack.
    * * *
    The second scan of the UV reader came up clear. Tetsu told Gabe to dress and then began contacting the others. His first call was to Tori, the tattoo artist who had been giving Gabe a sweet deal on the temporary body art. Tori had closed up shop and put a “family emergency” sign in the window. Watchers were set on the building, but no one looking like they were from Iyashii had come around yet.
    There were six others in the cell, each reporting the same scenario. They had cleared out and placed sentries who were still reporting no activity. Tetsu’s corporate apartment and Gabe’s hotel room, however, were crawling with Iyashii security forces. He had, of course, pumped a bullet into Jun’s head before running off with the little danshou . Certainly that was reason enough for them to search both their living quarters. He put the mobile in sleep mode.
    “I told you to get dressed.”
    “And stop playing my whore games.”
    “That is what you were doing.” The whole exchange was even-toned until he looked toward the bed to find Gabe on his side, casually stroking his stomach. His hair had dried and partially hid the left side of his face. Tetsu remembered Tori saying how hairless the dancer was everywhere other than his brow, lashes and scalp, speculating how he must wax the skin to its smooth perfection.
    Tetsu moved to the bed and stood looking down at the young man. “Why are you doing this?” This time his voice cracked.
    “You saved me --”
    “ Usotsuki !” The line was pure bullshit. “You want something… you want…”
    “You.”
    That had to be a lie. Gabe didn’t, couldn’t. It wasn’t so much that Tetsu was plain. His body, he thought with a touch of pride, made up for a too common face. But his rank and privilege were gone now. And he’d only been a lower-level executive before the day went to hell -- just chief of security for Iyashii's Japan operations. It might have meant money enough for a wife and one child -- but a shudo mistress of Gabe’s reputation?
    Tendou , did it matter? The dancer was offering himself. Did it really matter that the strings attached to that offer probably ran a kilometer or longer? He would be dumping the dancer as soon as it was safe to do so.
    Sliding onto the mattress, Tetsu pushed Gabe onto his back. He threaded his fingers through the silk-black hair, brought his lips down hard on Gabe’s mouth. The dancer moaned, yielding to Tetsu’s force. His tongue swept into Tetsu’s mouth, wriggling with the same need that moved the rest of his body. He grabbed at Tetsu’s shirt, untucked it and clawed at the belt.

Chapter Three
    Tetsu felt his common sense retreat. It was the long period of wanting that was his undoing. Wanting was bad. Protocol, training, instinct -- wanting shoved these things to the side until the only thing left was the object. Here it was, beneath him, body pushing against him, kissing him, sucking at his bottom lip, gnawing, even. Gnawing in the same way wanting Gabe had silently gnawed at him these last few months.
    Tetsu rolled onto his back and let Gabe strip the rest of his clothes from him. The dancer moved quickly, expertly. And then it was flesh on flesh, cock against cock as