Tokyo Ink

Also available as part of the Courtesans of the Apocalypse collection

Shimizu - the once-glittering glass pyramid in the middle of Tokyo Bay that housed a million people - is now a crumbling super-prison owned by Iyashii Corporation. Tetsu Hogosha’s mother was caught in the city’s conversion. In a criminal system where the care and feeding of a child adds time to the mother’s crime, she signed him away to be an Iyashii bond employee as her only chance at freedom.

Now Tetsu is a free man and head of Iyashii’s security forces for the country. But he has a secret sideline that might one day break Iyashii’s hold on Shimizu. For months, he has watched the male dancer serving Iyashii’s executive tea room. Tetsu knows every flawless movement the male geisha will make, from tea ceremony, to fan dance, to the slow revelation of his naked, tattooed flesh before he takes the executives, alone or in pairs, into the bedroom suite adjoining the tea room to satisfy their every desire.

For just as long, Tetsu has tried to convince himself he watches his unwitting accomplice only to record the secret messages embedded in the tattoos. But when Iyashii sends its top assassin after the male geisha, Tetsu is faced with the cold hard choice of protecting the message and its secret language at all costs or rescuing the one man capable of challenging his loyalties.

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This 20,000+ SF gay erotica is for readers who hunger for male geishas seducing virgin corporate executives in the near future in a deadly game of espionage and revolution.
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The dancer’s voice changed when he spoke again, becoming more distant. “You used me,” he reminded Tetsu. “And now all you have to lose is your Code.”

“It’s not some trinket.” The cold growl of his own voice surprised Tetsu, and that surprise tightened his grip around Gabe’s throat. Hearing the dancer wheeze, he immediately let go.

Gabe threw his arms around Tetsu’s neck. “No, not a trinket. That’s why you won’t give it up.” He kissed the side of Tetsu’s mouth. “That’s why you can afford to risk a little temptation -- if the only thing to lose is the one thing you won’t give up, how can you lose?”

There was no window in the room, no faint trace of light to illuminate a lie. But there was a gun, and a lighter and accelerant if it came to that. Tetsu let the kiss dissolve into his flesh and spread through him with a drugging effect. When Gabe slid his hands down to Tetsu’s chest again and gently pushed, Tetsu rolled onto his back.

“What is it you really want?” he asked as Gabe kissed the bend of his neck. The dancer’s mouth was warm and lingering, sucking at the flesh until Tetsu could feel the bruise forming.

“I want tonight.” Gabe moved down, licked at Tetsu’s nipple before taking it into his mouth. His hands stayed busy between feather stroking Tetsu’s balls and tightly palming the shaft. “And then I want tomorrow -- but I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

Tetsu laced his fingers through the thick silk of Gabe’s hair, his hands pulled along as the dancer’s mouth moved ever lower, the tongue swirling along the flesh, the mouth hesitating for a few seconds here and there to kiss or suck. “And if I knew what you want for tomorrow?”

Gabe stopped and turned his head to the side so that his cheek pressed flat against Tetsu’s stomach. His hands moved out to Tetsu’s sides and, fingers splayed, he held Tetsu’s hips. “We couldn’t have tonight.”

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