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

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Rory and Koji (Image (c) Wingless 2006)
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Two Months Later, September


Ethan sat in the car nearly bouncing off the seat. It would be his first trip to Japan and on top of that it was his birthday in a couple days. Ojisan said he could pick any present he wanted within reason and he was going to do just that. Looking over at Rory he smirked and crawled into the elder boy's lap, grinning up at him as the jet came into view he pressed his face and hands against the glass. Rory laughed and pried Ethan off the glass so the door could be opened.

Both boys went racing up the stairs as Takiyama walked up behind them, glancing towards Inoue. Ethan wouldn't leave America without the redheaded boy and Takiyama wouldn't without the redheaded man.

Settling down in the seat he buckled himself in as an attendant made sure the boys were buckled in. The pilot came over the system, announcing they would be taking off within the next five minutes.

As soon as they were told they could move around the boys chased each other in the back cabin. Takiyama sat there looking out the window before looking over at Inoue, who was in his seat reading. He wondered if the man was still angry with him for not saying anything about the statue. He still refused to tell his bodyguard the importance of it-- he did however let him know that when he was majorly stressed that's where he would go.


Looking around the mansion, Koji nodded silently and handed a checklist off to one of his assistants, moving outside and looking at the building from the front walk. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail and lifted his head, looking up all the way to the rooftop. The guards were patrolling quickly and silently-- everything was working like clockwork and the Don smiled to himself, for the first time in three days. His assistant became visibly relieved as he saw he smile, shoulders sagging as he smiled as well. "Excellent," the Yakuza Don said with a nod. "Excellent work everyone. Things are good-- finally good enough for the New York Don to grace us with his presence and not feel like he could be shot at any moment. And the decorations inside look nice as well-- kudos to whoever chose those gorgeous statues to decorate the dining hall, they are most delightful and very elegant."

He folded his arms and turned to his assistant once more with a fond expression. "So tell me when their flight arrives," he ordered in a friendly voice.

"In ten hours sir," the man replied with a nod, pushing his thick-rimmed glasses higher on his nose and nodding again, then bowing to make sure he didn't piss this man off.

"Good," Koji said happily, moving back into the house and leaving everyone to finish the last touch-ups to the place. When he'd taken it over it had been a pigsty, and between taking over the actual people inside, cleaning up the blood that was left everywhere and getting rid of all of the trashy things left in the mansion, it had taken this long for things to finally be running like they should be. Koji was still pleased though; most of his men were loyal now instead of a select few, people listened when he ordered something and did it immediately and quickly, and when he walked the streets, people gave him instant respect.

All it had taken was an alliance with Takiyama, lining up all of the men that he'd caught trying to betray him and personally executing them on the front lawn in front of the staff, and wiping out one of the major Black Flags rings that had been terrorizing Tokyo while there was no Don to keep them in check. The white-haired teen walked on air as he moved into his bedroom and pulled open his closet, wanting to pick out what he'd wear when they arrived.


Watching the two boys fall asleep in the chair together, he finally got up. Making his way towards the back, he sat on the bed in the private bedroom and breathed in a sigh of relief. They were still hours away and he was tired. He hadn't been sleeping well and twice he'd gotten bad fevers-- each time Inoue had taken care of him but he didn't want to always rely on the man.

Laying back in the bed he stared at the ceiling of the plane and breathed in and out deeply. If he fell asleep now he would be better refreshed when they met Koji. Closing his eyes slowly he rolled on his side to watch the boys sleeping together. A smile cracked on his face, but it faltered when he idly wondered if Rory had been the one to take Ethan's virginity. The thought was quickly quashed; he knew he'd he made sure that the boy was told never to touch Ethan 'or else'.

He hadn't told Koji he was bringing Rory; it had been a last minute thing. He'd expected to leave the redhead at home but Ethan insisted; he even cried and screamed and clung to the boy. Since Inoue had come he'd been sticking to the elder child even more. "Did Koji say if he was meeting us at the airport or the mansion?" He asked anyone.


"He didn't," Inoue replied without looking up from his book. He turned a page and his eyebrows rose just slightly; that procedure didn't look very easy. Lips pursed as he turned another page and a sigh left him through his nose. He was trying to learn how to perform all of the possible surgeries Takiyama might need in the near future, and had been for the last two months; he was sure of himself on most of them but this one for bone marrow didn't look as easy to absorb. Still, he pressed on with his research, because if Takiyama was going to tell Kojinsei about his illness then immediately was the best time to get the first transplants and transfusions done.

"Get your ass to sleep," the assassin said gravely as he turned another page and moved to the side, lifting one foot and letting his leg dangle over the arm of his seat as his eyes flicked over the pages faster and faster and he became lost in the complications that could possibly arise if these procedures were fouled up.


Laughing softly he was starting to grow used to the emotionless answers and acts that Inoue made. Leaving the door open he stripped from the jacket and tie, unbuttoning the top three buttons on the shirt. Moving to lay on the pillows he stared at the side of the plane for awhile, letting the slight jostling and rocking of it to lull him to sleep. He woke up upon occasion from stirring in his sleep but he would turn over and fall back into the bliss of unconsciousness soon enough.

He woke just a little over an hour before they were to arrive, startling himself from a dream. He stood and moved to the small bathroom, splashing cold water on his face before he stood and turned to see Inoue watching him. The man hadn't moved from his chair in all that time. He'd expected as much but every once in awhile it bothered him that the redhead barely ever ate, slept, pissed or did anything other than haunt the halls and smoke and read.


He was considering drugging Takiyama soon; the man didn't fucking sleep enough and he refused to eat a lot of the foods Inoue insisted upon. He definitely didn't do the exercises the assassin had laid out for him and he probably wasn't even having sex either. It was a basic concept-- sex and laughter are two things that, unexplainable to science and the medical world-- help heal and keep people healthy and happy. The man barely touched any of the mewling creatures in his harem and spent more time worrying about his stupid city than himself.

Moving forward, he let his leg slide off the seat arm and stood, closing the book after finishing the last page and moving into the bathroom. He made a decision then and there and entered the small room behind Takiyama, closing the door behind them and moving up so that his chest was pressed to the man's back. He looked into the tiger's eye gaze though the mirror over Takiyama's shoulder, matching it with his own amethyst stare. Without a word he reached around the man's waist, pulled open Takiyama's pants and slipped one hand into the man's underwear, taking firm hold of his cock and starting to stroke it slowly. One orgasm, just one-- that was all he needed the man to have, one a day, and it would help regulate his blood pressure, keep him in a better mood and give him a better, healthier mind and soul. If this was what it took then the assassin had no issues with it at all.


Skilled, swift fingers moved over Takiyama's cock harder and faster now that it was rigid and easier to stroke. Inoue lowered his head slightly, parted his lips, and did something he knew Takiyama liked because the man had marks from it when he'd parted with Koji-- he bit down upon the man's throat, hard but not hard enough to bruise, and rolled his tongue against the flesh as he stroked the man faster and pushed him forward so that his thighs pressed against the sink and he couldn't move away. Inoue's free hand reached for Takiyama's wrists and he grabbed them easily, pulling them behind the Don's back and holding them there, preventing him from doing anything but bucking forward as the rough, calloused fingers squeezed and stroked him harder and harder, milking out precum quickly and beating the man's dick raw as he lifted his mouth a little higher and bit down again.


Violet eyes flicked to the side momentarily before focusing upon Takiyama once more. They had company, and the company was touching himself-- Ethan wouldn't do that so it had to only be one person. Fine, let two people have the relief of orgasm on Inoue's behalf-- it didn't make a difference to him. This was as blase as cooking a meal or studying for a kill.

He pushed his hips forward against the man's ass, grinding him harder against the sink and sliding his tongue along Takiyama's throat slowly as he pumped the man with a fierce strength and pace. Inoue's hand tightened around Takiyama's wrists and pulled them up a little higher, making him feel his helplessness, his powerlessness, his vulnerability, hoping to spike the man's arousal and give him an intense orgasm. Just beating a male off didn't do one fourth as much as giving him the sexual outlets he needed at the same time did. "Moan," the assassin ordered, his voice thick and rich. "Let it out."


The pain and orders from the redhead were exquisite but Takiyama needed more. He needed a cock sliding in and out of him, forcing him open. "Fuck me Inoue please?" he hissed, knowing he would break his word... but he didn't care anymore. He'd waited too long and this felt too damn good not to ask for it. His hips tried to move forward against the rough hand-- to do anything he could to get his release now.

His hand slipped into his shorts and he pulled his cock out quickly, hard and glistening. If he released into them he would get in trouble and he wouldn't be able to change them. Sucking on his little fingers he heard his master cry out and it spiked his own need. Rory wanted to be entered again; to feel that pleasure Koji had shown him. He'd get it at any cost with the exception of touching Ethan; that was a death sentence he didn't want. Rory shoved his fingers further in his mouth trying to keep from making any noises... he didn't want to draw attention and he didn't want to wake Ethan.


"No," the assassin hissed into Takiyama's ear. That was all he said for the next while; he continued to stroke the man quickly and bit at his ear and throat and down his shoulder, but still he did not do anything other than pump the man's pearled cock in his tight fist. The redhead wasn't even hard as he pushed his hips faster and rougher against the Don's ass in imitation of what he was asking for, but he would not carry such a thing out. Maybe if things were getting more desperate and the man was becoming worse for wear but refused to orgasm still, but not now. There was no reason to exert that energy or waste that time right now.

"Cum," he hissed into Takiyama's ear as he rolled his thumb over the man's dick and dug his nails viciously into the skin, though not marking or breaking through the fine velvety flesh.


Fisting his hands, the pain pushed him to his limit and he came hard, his body thrashing with the motion, pressing back hard against the assassin. He grit his teeth and even bit down on the side of his own tongue, concealing most of the feral groan that ripped through him. It wasn't what he wanted but it was enough to satisfy some part of him-- his heart beat in his chest heavily as he relaxed in the bodyguard's grip.

Panting heavily, Rory looked at the mess in his hand and squeaked. Grabbing a napkin, he cleaned it and the floor off as the noise in the room caught his attention. Master was releasing which meant he had to hurry and get back in the chair with Ethan! Pushing the crumpled napkin in his pocket he squirmed into the chair with Ethan, the boy barely waking as Rory settled back into place.


Releasing Takiyama, Inoue guided the man to sit down on the toilet lid for the moment and then turned to wash his hand off. He rinsed it in the sink, then rinsed away the cum on the handles and tap and around the sink, and finally dried off his hands before turning to the man with an unimpressed expression. "This will not be habit. I've given you a regimen to follow and you have ignored me. The next time I will wound you instead of woo you." He reached out and grabbed the man's jaw, jerking Takiyama's head up viciously so they were eye to eye as Inoue leaned in close and whispered, "I. Loathe. Repeating. Myself. Clear?"

There was silence for a long time as amethyst stared threateningly down into tiger's eye, until there was complete understanding between the both of them without having to say another word.


Koji yawned and made annoyed noises as somebody shook his shoulder and pleaded for him to get up. "Fugoff," he mumbled with a slight frown, pulling the covers over his head. He had been up for the last 48 hours and had just finally gotten to sleep and now they wanted him up! "Goway!"

"Sir I'm sorry but I must insist that you wake and dress," the bodyguard pleaded softly. "You asked me to wake you no matter what ten minutes before their plane would land so that you'd be ready for them when they arrived. Their plane landed thirty minutes ago when you told me where to go and what to do with the horse I rode in on."

"Rrrgh," Koji muttered in annoyance, before finally sighing and sitting up, his hair a complete mess and a deep, dark bruise colour under each eye, dark and sunken. "Fine," he snapped, very much like the teenager he was. Sighing, he got out of the bed and moved past the guard-- naked and not caring-- and towards his closet, where he pulled out the clothes he'd set out before he'd gone to bed. Yawning again, he pulled on the black leather pants, loose white poet's shirt (unbuttoned and sexy, he thought to himself with a sleepy smirk in the mirror), thick bondage collar and black latex gloves right past his elbows that made the shirt ruffle around the upper arms. He slipped his feet into a set of dominatrix boots and buckled a few belts around his hips before wandering out of the bedroom and down the hall past guards standing firm. His assistant tagged after him and rattled on about things to be done today, and Koji nodded to some things and denied others before stopping at the top of the stairs, looking down at the entrance of his home.

Standing just inside the doors were Takiyama, Inoue, Ethan and the redhead he'd fucked while he stayed in Takiyama's home. All men he wanted to fuck. Koji woke immediately and grinned, brushing his assistant away and opening his arms as he walked down the stairs as regally as any Count. "Gentlemen," he said warmly, "Welcome to my home."


Seeing Koji made him grin wide as he neared the stairs and began up them. Takiyama wanted so much to throw Koji over the railing and fuck him... or rather, bend for the boy before him and lick those boots. Reaching out with his own hands as Koji neared he grinned even more. "It's a pleasure I'm glad to have Koji. I've missed Japan so much it's been at least ten years since I've been here."

Holding out his hand he wasn't sure if he should give Koji a hug or not. It was customary among most of the men he had done business with until now, but he was in Japan and you did what was right here, not what you thought was right. "Ethan's been bouncing off the walls since I mentioned coming here. Of course he insisted I bring his friend so I hope it's alright."

Ethan grabbed onto Rory's hand as he looked up at Koji. Leaning into his friend he pulled him down and whispered in his ear, "You're my friend you stay with me; he's had his time with you." Ethan still held some discontent towards the Don but it was fading. He'd been promised a personal tour by Koji and that had helped sway his favour a lot.


He smiled like a fool and leaned forward, grabbing Takiyama in his arms and hugging him tight before releasing him and moving down the stairs. "Hello Inoue," the Yakuza Don said warmly, bowing and smiling warmly at the assassin before turning to the boys.

"And you two," he said in a fond voice like a parent who had just come back to a business trip and was playfully patronizing his children, "You barely look like the same people since we last saw each other. Soon you'll both be taller than me and scary American Men!" He leaned down and picked them both up in his arms, hoisting them on either side of his hips and kissing either of them on the cheek. "I've prepared something special for you guys; there's cake and ice cream and gelatin and sorbet and candy and chocolate and a million things you shouldn't ever eat in one sitting all waiting for you in the dining hall. I even had them import Pixie Stix for you," Koji laughed. "I don't know if you even like those but one of my assistant's little boys said he loved those so I got them for you. Here now; we won't make you wait around while we discuss boring business. Go stuff yourself till you poop."

He put Ethan down first, then Rory, but when he set the redhead on his feet he subtly ran his tongue along the redhead's throat up to his jaw, then nipped his earlobe lightly. Koji smiled wickedly at the redhead; he remembered this one. This was the boy that had held in Koji's vodka for the sexual bet with Takiyama, and this one made quite succulent noises when being fingered. "I'll be seeing you boys around as soon as we're done talking," Koji said as he stood back up and his face became kind and warm again. "Then we can start our tour until you're both tuckered out and too tired to stay on your feet any more."

The white-haired Don grinned once more and winked before waving them off to the food, then turned to face Takiyama with a bright, fresh smile regardless of the darkness and sunkenness under his eyes. "Tell me the flight was good," he inquired happily. "You look positively radiant."


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