Tokyo Ink (Gay SF Erotica)

frustration. He was going to come. He wanted Gabe’s mouth on him. That was what he had meant. He clamped down on the finger, tried to regain some of his control. “Suck me. Suck my cock.”
    But the little tease wasn’t about to end the torture. He opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out to slowly curl Tetsu’s balls into his mouth one at a time. These he sucked, moaning as he did so. The moans matched the slide of his finger inside Tetsu.
    “ Kisama ! Stop thi --” His voice broke. He arched, forcing himself down hard on Gabe’s finger as he reached down with both hands and pulled Gabe’s mouth from his balls. His mind was beyond the possibility of pain, the wrenching of his testicles just another sensation that made him ache to explode inside the dancer’s mouth.
    He pulled Gabe forward by the hair until the swollen lips were level with the throbbing tip of his erection. Gabe grew still, remaining motionless until Tetsu released his head.
    “Please, Gabriel.”
    “Mikio told me Iyashii had a mole.”
    Sweet heaven! Tetsu threw his head back against the pillow. No words, he couldn’t handle words -- just licking, sucking and moaning. Ah! The vibrations from those moans. They’d traveled straight up his cock like electricity along a lightning rod. He had no mind left to him to wrap around Gabe’s statement and no will left to resist his beautiful interrogator.
    “Is that why they sent Ryuu? Just because Mikio told me there was a mole?”
    “No!” He tried to squirm against the finger still inside him, but Gabe pressed his thumb against the spot where Tetsu’s scrotum smoothed into his perineum. It kept the pleasure stacked deliriously high but effectively cut off his ability to climax.
    “Does it have anything, then, to do with why you were willing to burn my skin off?”
    There, the truth of it. The little danshou had known for quite a while and had been playing him.
    “Yes.” God, how could the pleasure still be there, pressing on his spine, keeping him so close to the edge even though he knew he was physically at Gabe’s mercy? He could feel the strength in the other man’s hand threatening at the same time it thrilled him.
    “You were the mole -- you just didn’t know it.”
    “ Shimizu ? The Code?”
    Tetsu tried to sit up, almost passed out. He fell back, a fresh layer of sweat breaking out along his skin. "I don't know what you're talking about."
    Gabe released him, moved off the mattress. A sideways glance told Tetsu that the dancer had gone into the bathroom. He heard water running and closed his eyes. He saw himself as a child in Shimizu , not yet a teen. He was in the single room that housed Tori's family. He saw Tori's dad inking one of the yakuza's newest recruits. As he worked, he told the young convict about how, centuries ago, black bands had been tattooed on the arms of convicts with new rings for each crime. Not only could the magistrates identify the convicts, the convicts could identify one another and band together.
    The Code had been conceived in that room, the story mixing with the ink to plant the first seed.
    Gabe switched the room’s light off and slid back onto the mattress. His hand, when he laid it on Tetsu’s stomach, was ice cold, shocking Tetsu back into the present.
    “I’ve heard of the Code, of course, but had no proof it actually existed.”
    Tetsu shook his head, forgetting they were in the dark now. He wanted to see Gabe. The young man’s voice was too neutral. If anything, he sounded casually curious. It seemed impossible that Gabe had been moaning and kissing him a few minutes before.
    Of course, that had been nothing more than a performance -- a means of discovery. And Tetsu had gladly walked straight into Gabe’s trap. He rolled to his side, faced the wall. He tried to remember where in the room he had put his gun. The cool press of Gabe’s hand between his shoulder blades made thought impossible.
    “Would you believe me if I said I wouldn’t tell?” The whisper came across deceptively sincere.
    “I wouldn’t believe anything you say now.”
    Gabe chuckled. “Liar. I can make you forget that you’re angry at me -- at yourself.” He waited, a heartbeat or a hundred. “Shall I prove it?”
    Tetsu rolled, grabbed in the dark for Gabe’s hands and found them. In an instant, he had Gabe pinned beneath him. The dancer went limp, compliant.
    “You have me, it seems…”
    Seems . Tetsu knew the truth of that. Already, he was