Amethyst, Tiger's Eye & Jade [NOT FOR PUBLIC!]

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Inoue, Age Unknown (Image (c) Wingless 2005)
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Takiyama slumped forward some trying to move his hips towards the hand. Anything to keep the pleasing pressure against his cock that begged for a harder touch. The pain of the clamps and the added pressure from the weights sent chills down his back. His body quivered slightly as he tried not to cry out. His mouth being left un-gagged made it easier for him to cry out but still he had some pride. He wanted to see what Koji was truly capable of; what pleasure and searing pain he would bring to his body.

Looking into the mirror he smirked at the image he saw. Other lovers had bound and gagged him but none had the balls to go this far. They all pulled back the minute he quivered with a small amount of pain. Even if he tried to convince them he wanted it they were to damned scared of his Mafia Title. Koji; his equivalent was not and even if they weren't equals he doubted the teen would stop anyway. "More!"


Licking his lower lip slowly, Koji moved just a little to the side and opened then closed his hand on the buckle of the belt, getting the best grip possible before lifting his arm and bringing it down in a swift lash, flicking his wrist and using the power of the down swing to crack the leather against his skin. An immediate spray of blood misted in the air as skin tore open where Koji had struck, but he didn't give Takiyama time to recover; the belt struck at Aikawa's back again and once more his flesh was torn open. He paused for another few moments and let the man revel in his new pain while reaching out in the bed and picking up one of the bottles of whiskey. "Your turn," he lilted in a singsong voice, unscrewing the cap with his teeth and spitting it onto the floor before licking around the rim of the bottle suggestively.

Leaning in, Koji pressed his lips against Takiyama's back, running his tongue along the length of one of the bloody wounds and lapping at the dark red stains as the bottle inched forward. "Your turn," he whispered softly against the heated skin. Without warning he rammed it deep inside the man, and tilted it upwards, listening to the slosh of whiskey as it rushed out of the bottle and into Takiyama's body. Koji listened and licked and waited, and when the bottle was empty he moved forward a little bit more, pressing his chest down against the open wounds and biting down at Takiyama's throat while drawing the bottle back. However, when it was almost all the way out, instead of removing it, he rammed it back inside, starting to fuck Takiyama with the bottle.


His whole body slammed forward hard as his eyes shot open wide. "AHHHH!" He cried out as the bottle rammed inside him forcing the liquid deeper. His whole body shook as he jerked on the belts and collar. His leg muscles tightening as he gripped down on the bottle before it was jerked backwards. Trying to make his body relax for the impending impaling he was a second off and pain shot through him again.

His body finally relaxing some he wasn't used to being fucked by anything in such a long time. Most of his lovers were submissive and the one's that weren't became. Takiyama saw something in Koji the first time and now he saw it even more. It was something about the green eyes that stared at him. Something that seemed to look into his soul and want to caress it. Wanted to care and nurture him and he would be alright if he just let go.

He slammed back against the bottle as it came forward. Splitting his body wide and making him groan loudly. "Ah...nnn fuck!" With each thrust of his body the weights swung and stung his nipples. His cock was pulled and he was never more pained and pleasured. His head hanging as he stared golden eyes right into the mirror to see the same one's reflected. Honey coloured; filled with lust and need; a desire to be completely dominated over and over.


The sloshing of whiskey sounded in the room alongside Takiyama's heavy breathing and Koji's hissed panting through his demonic grin. "Cry out," he whispered into the man's ear, drawing the bottle back and ramming it harder and deeper inside the man, listening to the smack of glass hitting the Don's ass as he slammed it inside the man with a brutality he'd never bothered reaching with others-- every other lover he'd had would have been weeping and begging him to stop by now but Takiyama seemed to want more! He drew back suddenly and yanked the bottle out, tossing the bloody thing aside and moving forward. Koji thrust his own hips forward this time and leaned down at the same time, one hand clamping around Takiyama's cock and the other at his throat, nails digging into the flesh as he choked both the windpipe and the erection in each hand and pivoted his hips, grinding them forward and angling them to strike the prostate.

"Scream for me!" he snarled before biting down at the Mafia Don's throat, cutting off his air supply with his hand as his teeth sank into the flesh and his other hand began to stroke fiercely at the man's cock, rolling each and every pearl as he forced his index finger into the slit of the man's cock and down as deep as he could push it inside.


The bottle was gone and for a moment he was upset but when it was replaced with a hot cock he rejoiced. He didn't care about the whiskey in his ass-- he didn't care that it was beginning to trail out of his ass and down his leg, stinging the open wounds and making him hiss slightly. It was thick with blood as his air was cut off, nails and teeth pierced his flesh and his whole body lit up in flames.

Shaking his head violently he bit down on his own tongue, making it bleed as he kept a pleading scream for release from escaping. Each touch to his cock made him jump as more pre-cum slipped down the fingers and shaft coating his balls. Closing his eyes the mighty throb that built in his body was too great and he couldn't take it anymore. "God fuck..let me cum... KOJI!" He screamed his voice getting louder until it cracked at the man's name.


The Yakuza Don moved his hand slightly and unwound the chain, grabbing it tight as he began to thrust in short, hard little bursts, pistoning his hips as quickly as he could and keeping his cock buried inside this man as far as he could as he tore the metal rod out from inside Takiyama's dick with one wrench of his wrist. Koji felt the immediate tightening around him as Takiyama's body went rigid and the muscles in his ass clamped down around the teen's erection, causing Koji himself to cry out with pleasure as well. He slammed his hips against the man's ass, listening to the sound of skin slapping skin and feeling the slosh of the whiskey against his cock and the salty taste of blood and sweat on his tongue from Takiyama's throat...

Koji came hard inside Aikawa, his seed spurting hot and quick and filling the man up all the more as he continued to thrust, drawing out in long motions and ramming back inside quickly, pushing out every last droplet of cum as he raked his nails down the man's open wounds and released Takiyama's throat.


When his body stopped shuddering from the powerful orgasm his whole body arched towards Koji, his arms pulling him upwards as he drew a deep breath in filling his lungs. His body heaved trying to regain itself and regain the air lost to him. The world spun for a moment before Koji's movement brought him back.

Going loose against his bonds his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Let me go," he said hoarsely and in between breaths. Takiyama trembled against the bonds as his wrists lay slack in them. "Please Koji just let me touch you." It was the one thing he hated about being bound-- he craved to touch those he was with; not just their touch but touching them. He wouldn't protest against getting bound but after he needed that touch like a baby and it's pacifier.


The malicious part of Koji wanted to leave Takiyama bound and fuck him again but he decided that this once he would be nice. Reaching out he unbuckled each of the belts and removed Takiyama's collar and the straps and chains and clamps along with them. The man was completely released and Koji sat up in the bed when the Mafia Don was free, crossing his legs and turning to look out the window through the parted curtains. "I don't want you thinking of me as a lover," Koji pointed out quietly as he sat there, a slight frown on his face. "I don't ever want you to tell me you love me unless you mean it, alright? You may never say it and I might just be acting silly," he turned his jade gaze upon the man, "But I want you to give me your word as a man and as a Don. Tell me that you will never lie to me about that one thing."

Normally something as serious as this wouldn't be brought up right after sex but the raging need for Takiyama to touch Koji had triggered the teen's defensive mode. He fell in love easily and turned to mush whenever anybody said those words to him-- they were lethal and Koji was not able to forgive those that threw those words around idly or used them to gain power or betray. If Takiyama loved him then fine but if he was just pretending to start to like the Yakuza Don then Koji would rather stay at war with Aikawa than risk his heart getting shredded yet again. It was still too close to his last breakup; he was still horribly vulnerable after everything Sensei had done to him.


Closing his eyes he lay on the bed barely touching Koji. It was enough that it satisfied that one small part of him. "You mean the touching; don't worry it's more a safety net than anything. It's to prove to myself I'm still in the real world." He laughed before his face grew ever so serious. "I know the difference between love and lust. I would not use those words easily; in fact I've only used them to two people in my whole damned life. I promise Kojinsei Ono as a Don and a man I won't use them unless I mean them."

Getting up on his knees he stared into those jade green eyes that captured him. He stayed his ground keeping close to Koji but not invading his territory. "I like you Kojinsei Ono; you fascinate me in ways no other man has so far. I want to know you inside and out. I can't say I love a person until I know them and I haven't known you for long. I won't say that in the future I may say the words; but when I do I will mean them."


A smile broke out on Koji's face, warm and relieved. "Alright," he said softly, leaning down and kissing the tip of Takiyama's nose. "I believe you." He was still and silent for a while before he leaned forward, cuddling up against Takiyama and closing his eyes, nuzzling him and drawing the man's large arms around the Yakuza Don's little frame like a protector.

He had many weaknesses, and most of them stemmed from his need to be loved-- his desire to be touched and kissed and caressed and cared for. Growing up the children had all been cruel because he was gaijin; several of his scars were from children younger than him doing things no adult was cruel enough to try. His skull had been split open twice now from being tied up and thrown off the orphanage roof as they all chanted that the gaijin should die. Koji sighed softly and relaxed a little. He knew for a fact that he was becoming very vulnerable around Takiyama; the man had seen him weep, had seen him cry out and heard him admit things he shouldn't have in his sleep, had called him things that hurt Koji far more than they should, and now had been on both the giving and receiving side of sex with the boy. These were the things that only those that Koji was in love with had ever been able to do with him in his life and it scared him.

...If all of this was a lie... if Takiyama was just doing this to weaken Koji and get close before sinking his claws in for the kill... The Yakuza Don didn't want to think about it, and he didn't have to, because they were interrupted moments later as the door was kicked open and slammed against the wall. "I am not a babysitter," a tall, deadly looking man growled, dressed in all black and covered head to toe in weapons. He threw Ethan across the floor roughly and sent the boy tumbling before he hit the footboard of the bed with a loud thump. He pulled his fire-red hair out of the ponytail and violet eyes glowered down at Takiyama. "I should cut off your tongue for putting out the order to hire me for this," he said in his deep, thundering voice, stepping into the room as his heavy leather and metal boots made the floor shake.

The assassin's hard violet gaze flicked over to the child in Takiyama's arms, then back to Takiyama, narrowing and waiting for some sort of explanation in fifteen seconds or less that would prevent him from losing his tongue.


Amber eyes flickered up to violet ones and he knew to watch himself. The man before them was more dangerous than any he'd ever met in his life. "I had them call you because your the only one competent enough. His guard let him get out and he escapes them every time. The threats against him have doubled in the past month. I knew you could protect him Inoue." He slipped from the bed and picked the unconscious boy up. This was a discussion between Inoue and him and not for eyes of others.

Setting Ethan in the bed with Koji he grabbed his robe. "Please watch over him Koji. His room is at the end of the hall and to the left. If you would be kind enough to take him there while I give Inoue a reason not to kill me. It's alright Koji if he does kill me it's my own fault. Now please will you excuse us; Ethan needs to be in his own room when he wakes."

He stepped out of the way for Koji to leave with Ethan. He knew entrusting the boy to him was dangerous but right now Inoue was even more. Turning towards the redhead he stayed firm in his stance as he looked into the violent eyes again.


Koji was awestruck. The man that had entered the room-- yes he was a man, even though his body was very young!-- he was everything Koji wanted to be. He was huge and his muscles were visible in the cut of his clothes and his voice was deep... he was scary and lethal and you knew he was a predator the instant you saw him! Even though he had strange features that people would normally make fun of like bright red ringlets of hair and violet eyes, Koji was absolutely sure that nobody dared make fun of this guy.

He stayed frozen to the spot, staring at the man for a bit, until he realized that eyes were turned on him and he'd been asked to do something. Both star-struck and shell shocked at once, Koji grabbed Ethan up in his arms and hurried out of the room quickly, though he couldn't resist turning to glance at the scary man one last time with a tiny squeak of, "Wow!" under his breath.

Taking one more step forward as soon as the children had left, Inoue's right hand snapped out and clamped around Takiyama's throat. He lifted the man up off the floor by the throat with only his one hand, and brought Takiyama up to eye level, leaning in so that their noses were nearly touching. "Every part of me wants to gut and crucify you for sending me on a nanny mission," he hissed, the muscles in his arm rigid as he didn't even tremble while holding Takiyama up like he was nothing. "The only reason I haven't yet is because you've also given me two excellent assassination missions in the other two times we have worked together and I look forward to many." He squeezed a little tighter, "More. Assignments. Not. Babysitting."

Inoue released his hold on Takiyama while shoving forward, landing the man on his ass on the floor. He took another step towards the Don and clenched his jaw tight, staring down at the man through the shadowy curtain his hair provided and about to say something else. Instead, he growled low and backed off, clenching his fists and filling the room with the sound of the straining leather of his gloves. He had killed previous employers for less but Inoue rather liked the way Takiyama worked-- the man was always known for calling in assassins only for huge and dangerous jobs and most of them died while doing them. Those were the jobs the redhead thrived upon. "That child," he finally glowered, his voice lowering even more and becoming thick with malice, "I recognize him-- you used to have a mark on his head months ago but every foolish assassin you hired got himself killed while going after that one. The reason I accepted my first assignment from you was because I was thirsty for a hand at that child's blood, but the day you hired me the mark was removed. Why."


Grabbing his neck, he rubbed it; it was sore from getting choked twice in the past hour or so. However, this time it wasn't to his liking and no matter what Inoue didn't have to stop. "Because I knew you'd do it. Because I need a treaty or else everything I've worked for will die with me. You're not my bodyguard Inoue so I can't order you to protect me and mine. I can only ask and pay for what jobs you chose. Koji is better alive than dead."

He stood back up and sat on the bed turning his head and drawing in a deep breath. "I was brash and stupid in wanting him dead. He angered me with his attitude and abrasiveness, but when I got past that I found more to him than just the outside. Peace with him gets me more than just new deals. It gives me an alliance that others would think twice about attacking. It forms a hopeful future bond that lets Ethan relax a little-- he won't have to worry about looking over his shoulder any more, or not being able to sleep because the lover in your bed is going to kill you. If that's not good enough for you then the only other thing that I can say is I see something in his eyes... Something that sees into my soul and makes me safe and it wasn't until I really looked that I found it."


Violet eyes flashed with thoughtfulness, and Inoue placed a hand on his hip, shifting his weight to one foot and tilting his head to the side. "You make an interesting point," he said in his low, lucious and lethal voice. "I think we have more to discuss about my contract with you."


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