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

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Rory the Redhead, Estimated Age 11
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A few months later...


He watched in the screen as they brought the young man and his guards into the conference room. He hadn't seen him since they had parted ways a few months back, their 5 minute treaty left broken. Now they had business to talk about; yet he did not like the boy's attitude. He was young and abrasive and he he was not tradition. Straightening his dark robes he made them wait on purpose. This was his test to see if he could trust the young man or not. "Ono, Kojinsei.. Don Kojinsei." He shook his head.


"Kojinsei," Koji said flippantly, pushing past his guards who stayed outside the room. He took a seat directly across from the tall man and resisted the urge to wrinkle his nose as he thought, Old. I bet his dick is wrinkled. "My second name is useless, and so is my title. It's me, just me, who will smarten everyone up and show them that I'm more than some creepy fucking kid. You're Aikawa, then. Fine." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crinkled carton of cigarettes, tapping two put and pulling one from the carton with his lips, lighting it as he held the box over to Aikawa with the other cigarette sticking out in offering.

This country was one of the last places he had ever wanted to return to for weeks, but as time had gone on, Koji and acknowledged that the both of them had been far too rash in their dealings with each other. On top of that, the white haired boy had matured tenfold since their last meeting; being a Don was spiking the rate at which he saw pain and agony in the world and now he was the cause of a lot of it. He felt himself older now even though they had only been apart for a few months, and had come back to America with the set notion in his mind that he would give this man a better chance. That besides, the both of them sorely needed a treaty with each other; they were so busy picking each other off one at a time that the other countries were noticing Japan and America weakening in their hurry to take each other out.

A new agreement had to be forged, and soon.


A smile cracked his lips briefly and he took the offered cigarette. A man stepped forward and lit it as Aikawa motioned to the seat nearest Kojinsei. "You have a lot to learn Kojinsei; you're not a kid. I must agree you are creepy but every generation is different. I'm not like the generation before me and I won't be like those after me. Please sit and relax; you're my guest here. Would you like anything to drink or eat?" He smiled. The tone of his voice never shifted; it was rough from age but carried the grace of his years.


Koji sighed and shook his head. "No, I ate some shit food on the way here. What I'd really like is a nice young kid to suck me off, but that's 'rude' so it's not going to happen. Let's get these business talks out of the way; you don't like me and I think your city smells like urine and stale bread. To the point: you had seventy of my men killed in the last year, and I arranged for ninety-two of yours to die though only eighty-seven made it to the grave. I called this cease-fire because I'm sick of having distraught wives and children crying on my shoes. It's annoying, and not much pisses me off more than having to repeat myself. I hate training new men for a position I just got filled. You and I can benefit a lot from working together rather than against each other; I'm sure you know that. Our treaty plans failed last time but I'm willing to give it another try."

He leaned back in his chair and exhaled a long stream of smoke, the cigarette bobbing between his lips as he spoke and his see-through fishnet shirt tightening against his young, freshly-scarred body as he let his hands dangle over the sides of the chair. "Now before you tell me what it will take for us to get along, I'll tell you what I will and won't do. I won't give any of my closest men to you for execution, but I will give any lower in rank that you want. I won't give you a single woman. I won't give you weapons at this point, and I won't ever give you children. Boys for the sex industry are fine, drugs are fine, medicinal research information is fine, vehicles are fine. Have I missed much?"


He took a long drag of the cigarette and the smoke came out slowly. "You haven't missed anything and yet you've missed everything. How long do you think the others will let you live without my support? They are already lining up against you and just waiting for your return home."

He leaned back into his chair relaxing yet still very aware of the danger in front of him. He'd seen the young man kill and knew his vicious brutality. Yet he lacked finesse and control; his anger to easily reached the surface. Angry; beautiful; seductive and dangerous. You have no idea how you tempt me. "Nothing needs to be decided today please enjoy your stay here. The penthouse has been reserved for you with the two floors under it. All of New York's finest things are at your disposal all at my treat. "

Clasping his hands he leaned forward resting his mouth against them and narrowing his eyes. "But I will not tolerate you stepping out of line either. Respect is to be given just as I would give it to you on your grounds. You are here for a few days Kojinsei so let's make the best of it shall we?"


This time the smoke drifted out of Koji's nose as he snorted in a dismissive manner. "Let them try to overthrow me. They've tried three times already. I'm sure you've already looked at my scars and made whatever decision you wanted about why I have them. I'm not invincible and I'm not immortal but I'm pretty fucking hard to kill, and now that I've got this position I've sunk my teeth into it and I'm not letting go. I can take you, and him," he pointed to the one that had lit Aikawa's cigarette, "And the one you have hidden through that door that needs a goddamn kleenex so he can stop sniffling like a schoolboy. So don't give me flak about needing you. I don't need anything from you."

Standing, Kojinsei stretched and cracked his shoulders and neck before taking one last deep drag and then snuffing his cigarette out on the ashtray nearest him. He exhaled through his teeth like a dragon blowing smoke before muttering, "But I would appreciate this alliance and I'll accept your hospitality. Is there a boy in my bed or do I have to bring my own?"


Standing he put the cigarette in his hand out. He wanted to laugh at the boy's overconfidence. "You will one day Kojinsei. When it comes to that day I may or may not be here. It all depends on your attitude and if you can control it. You're brash and too young for your years. Your anger clouds your mind but you have promise."

He stepped around the table and closed the distance between them. He stood taller than the younger man and smiled, hands behind his back one hand grasping the other's wrist. "I assure you; you will not make it home without my help this time. You've only gotten this far by fighting through them to me. If I had wanted you truly dead you would have been the minute you stepped into America."

His tone had dropped low; Aikawa was not a joking man when it came down to business. He didn't jest and he never boasted. Both were foolish and got you in trouble. He'd agreed to this meeting for one purpose; he wanted to meet again the man who was so different. He wanted to know why Kojinsei was picked over everyone else. In order to do this he had to get up close and personal. "Come I'll let you pick as many as you'd like for the night. I've put together some of our finest specimens for you."


He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the man. "You think what you'd like. I rely on nobody but myself, and the fact that all the people at my command obey me will never go to my head. They do it for their own means, not for me. As for stepping onto your soil; you're right. I don't know this place as well as I could and I am the foreigner on your soil and you are in charge for now. I figured I'd extend the courtesy of making myself vulnerable at your hands as a sign of my desire to make peace with you. However, if you're trying to get a rise out of me, that's the wrong way to do it. If you think I don't know that I'm always in trouble, always having to look over my back and finger the cool metal of the dozens of weapons I have strapped to my body at all times, then you've underestimated me."

Koji looked the man over now that he was closer, and he reevaluated his own opinion of Aikawa. He looked younger in person; he also smelled clean, instead of old. He took care of himself; he worked hard and in the trenches with the rest of the men. He wasn't some poof Don who ordered people around from his duck-down bed in silk pyjamas; he went and did the work himself. Koji liked that; he respected that. And so, he rewarded that. "You're generous with your gifts. Here's one for you; treasure it." Pushing himself up onto his toes, he caught the man's mouth with his own and kissed him fully, swiping his tongue over the rough lips and drawing away licking his own. "Mm; whiskey."


His face never changed even when Koji kissed him. He wasn't surprised by the man's actions so he didn't show any surprise. "I see a man my age isn't capable of understanding you. ...Couldn't possibly understand the anger that boils under the surface, or the calm that fights to stay in control. Knowing when to dig with your own hands and when to let others do it for you. I couldn't possibly understand having to keep ones eyes and all senses about oneself even while sleeping."

He stepped back and made a sweep with his arm towards the door before stepping in front of the man and walking out of it. He purposely put his back to Kojinsei to see what he would do. Walking through a few doors he came to a large room with a long horse-shoe red couch. The room was full of various ages of young boys to men, some playing some sleeping and others doing homework. "Please come in Kojinsei I'm sure you can find something you like here."


Koji arched his eyebrows and licked his lips when he saw all the bodies he had to choose from. If he was greedy he would have simply said, 'all of them,' but he didn't want to go overboard. "Mmm... that one," he said casually, pointing out a young blonde, barely nine. "That one," he picked a redhead a little older, "That one," he picked a dark-haired man almost twice his age but who looked rough and vicious, "That one," he picked a boy who looked about his age but actually looked eighteen in his expression, instead of twice as old like Koji. "And finally," he turned to look at Aikawa. "You. You said something I like here, and I'm growing fond of you; you have good taste, Aikawa-- though you seem a little dead in the pants right now; I didn't even get a grope for that kiss."


Closing the distance between them he motioned for those picked to be brought forth. He stood a little to the side of Kojinsei and barely cracked a smile. "When I see something I like it gets my full attention. So far I only see half of what I like so why should I waste my time. As you said I'll think what I like; so far I only see business."

Two guards accompanied them as they walked through the halls and took a large lavish elevator up. Spilling out into a hallway he swiped the key card and it opened up into a large room. To one side was a large round bed full of pillows. In the middle were pillows surrounding a table. There was a door to one side that was slightly open leading to a bathroom. The door closed behind them the guards waiting outside. "Welcome to my entertainment room; would you like some alcohol brought up? Anything you'd like for use or pleasure?"


Koji eyed the man, then shrugged and figured he might as well ask. "Whips--leather or braid; either is fine, chains, cuffs, dildos, gags, rope, candles, knives, gauze, cloth that can be thrown out, a bucket, needles, collars, leashes, ankle-cuffs, blindfolds, a room with a four-poster bed or rings from the ceiling and wall, anal beads, anal plugs, leather straps, several vibrators, a sling, a white mask, a whiffle board, a cane, an empty wine bottle, a bottle of whatever whiskey you were drinking, a bottle of vodka, another pack of smokes, lube, string, ribbon, nipple clamps... and anything else you might think I'd like." He pulled out a fresh cigarette and placed it between his lips, lighting it and inhaling slowly before looking up into Aikawa's eyes and winking. "If I think of anything else I might want for tomorrow I'll let you know. Fresh boys, probably; they don't tend to last more than two rounds."


Stepping to a phone he made the request and set the receiver down. "The bed shall be ready for you when you you'd like to leave here. You'll have it for use when you'd like to retire into a more private setting." Stepping past Kojinsei he sat on one of the pillows near the table. Leaning back into them he pulled out his cigarette pack and produced an hand rolled cigarette. Lighting it he took a deep drag in letting out the smoke.

"I've heard that you're not a stranger to just alcohol. Come sit or use the bed whatever you'd like. Your welcome to relax and do as you please while in the room. There are no eyes and ears here except yours and mine. Run around naked... except don't take off those interesting boots."


"Does that mean I can suck your cock?" Koji asked as though he was inquiring whether it was raining or not. He approached Aikawa and took a seat on the table directly in front of the man, crossing his legs Indian style and watching the man take another drag. When Aikawa was about to exhale, Koji leaned forward and caught the mouth in his own, inhaling the smoke and holding it for several moments before releasing it slowly, letting the tendrils of pale smoke waft out from between his lips.


"Do you think by coming in here with this abrupt abrasiveness you can entice me? Many men have tried and many have failed." Looking directly into Koji's eyes his voice hardly went up or down in tone, yet it still came off with the experience of his years. "You're direct and that is good; but too much and you'll catch a bullet between the eyes. You're cute I admit I am curious but I'm not stupid either. Just because others have fallen to their feet for you doesn't mean I will. You seem to have come a long way; but you still lack a few things." Lifting the cigarette up he held it out for Koji to either take or smoke from.


Koji leaned in and smoked from the cigarette without taking it, and exhaled the smoke as he said calmly, "I put what I want up front. I don't like playing games and I don't like sacrificial lambs for sex either. You I like the more we speak; when you stand and look down at me it makes me wonder what it would be like to feel you take me roughly. When I sit here like this with you it makes me wonder what it would be like to tie you down and slide inside you. But I'll accept a 'no' if that's what you're saying to me. I don't think you're stupid; you would have been stupid if you'd ignored my call for peace between us."

He leaned in and took one last drag before drawing away and sprawling across the table with a sigh, propping his head on one arm. "And if I expected you to fall at my feet I'd have no interest in either taking you or dealing with you whatsoever. So the choice is really yours what we do, as is most of what goes on as long as I'm in America. When I got off that plane, it was a silent agreement that my ass is yours until I get back on it and leave."


Placing the cigarette in the ashtray he smiled. Standing he planted hands on the table on either side of Koji's body and looked down at him. "From the moment you called I have not said no to you once. What makes you think I'd still say no to you." Leaning in he pressed his lips against Koji's. Heat dripped off his mouth to brush against the man's lips.

He let his hand drift slowly across Koji's body as he stood and walked away from him. Aikawa was no spring chicken but he wasn't about to give up either. the door opened and everything they'd asked for had been delivered. Picking up the bottle of whiskey he opened it before standing back over Koji and taking a large swig of the liquid. Grabbing the man's hair Aikawa pulled him up and smashed their lips together, working the liquid between them. Pulling back he smiled and licked Koji's chin. "It tastes better when it comes from the lips of a potential lover does it not?"


Koji licked his lips and grinned. "It tastes best when its leaking out of the ass of a clean young boy as he whimpers and tries to keep his pride by holding it in but fails," he mused. "After you've emptied the whole bottle into him it trickles out slowly as he cries and trembles. Quite the potent sight." He relished every kiss, still unsure whether he'd get the one he wanted or not.

Aikawa was restrained, and reserved-- he kept his feelings damped down inside him and tried to stay detached. Those were either the most boring or the most exciting partners. "I can show you if you'd like," he offered in a whisper, leaving it up to Aikawa whether that meant Koji would be the one doing the abusing to one of the boys or the one taking the abuse. He was more than mildly surprised at himself. When he'd left America last time he couldn't even look at a man more than ten years older than himself without seething with anger, but here and now he was finding himself attracted to this male who had made Koji nauseous mere months ago. Was that also part of his forced maturity over the short time he'd been Don?


Laying back in the pillows he propped himself up on one arm. "I'd like to see that; but how about we make it a little more fun. Instead of one why don't we make it two; and see who can last the longest. Let's say we make a bet and whomever wins gets to name their prize. Terms of that prize can only be taken within these walls."

He took another drink of the whisky bottle and gulped it down. Licking his lips he stared Koji in the eye. "How was it the young ones put it. Oh yes. 'Anything goes'." He offered the bottle up towards Koji waiting to see if he took the bet or not. He was offering the other man anything and everything without actually saying it.


Koji took the bottle immediately, and chose the redheaded boy who looked a dozen or so odd years old. Old enough to have pride and embarrassment and young enough to put up with it. The boy approached nervously, having heard the entire conversation between Koji and Aikawa, and Koji held the bottle in one hand while slipping the other round the kid's waist, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "There's a good boy," he whispered softly. "I bet you have a nice, tight ass. Once we're through playing, I'll fuck you so well you'll beg for me to do it again until you die."

He slid his hand down the front of the boy's pants and found him half-hard already. "Oh, look at that; seems you like me, and the idea of my lips sealed around that pink, pretty asshole of yours. Soon enough, my sweet. We have to wait for the rival team to pick their player." Forest green eyes flicked over to Aikawa, flashing with pleasure.



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