Kia Ora...

The year is almost halfway over and it really needs to slow down a little, but as they say... the older you get, the faster time flies. I really wish it wouldn't. New plot bunnies keep appearing and then demand to be written... I do have a notebook with all my ideas and random thoughts jotted down in it, however the number of ideas always seems to far exceed my capability of getting them all written and sometimes it feels as though some ideas simply fall by the wayside.

Updates

Deadly Game (Tokyo Nights 3): the WIP has now surpassed the 50k mark, leaving me with about 30-40k left to write. Fingers crossed it gets done by the end of the month... a few good writing days of over 2k per day should see it squeak in alright. It will be hard to say goodbye to these guys...

The Moutrams: I handed the first two books off to someone recently and had them run their eyes over them to pick up any stray commas, apostrophes and missing t's or o's throughout the manuscripts. I will update these books with the edits (though I can't guarantee Amazon will push the updates through) along with giving the series new covers in the lead up to writing/publishing book 3 in the series.

Golden Decks Casino: I am working on a bonus scene/chapter involving Misaki and Ji-Hun. This will be made available to the members of my Readers Group once done.

Short Stories: I have two short stories at present. Escape: Smoke and Shadows Short, will be an introduction to the characters from book two of the Smoke and Shadows series. The second Short Story is more super hush hush and more information will be given on it closer to its release date... however I can tell you that it is set near Nara and is yakuza x Shinto priest.

Caught (Smoke and Shadows 1)

Chapter Ten

(previous chapters can be read here)

Takeshi waited. Each breath more ragged than the last one as he drew air into his lungs and waited. He could see that everything he’d told Yoshitake had pleased him, aroused him, and surprised him. And for some the idea of spending four years in Tokyo—or even in general—in a state of perpetual celibacy might have been unthinkable, abhorrent most likely. But for Takeshi, he couldn’t have imagined spending those years any other way. He’d always intended to spend the summer months trying to seduce Yoshitake and find his way into the older man’s bed. Pissed him off that his father had robbed him of that opportunity and yet, Takeshi had never considered the possibility that Yoshitake had been plotting the same. Made sense now, looking back at their time together before Takeshi had left for Tokyo. All those days spent orbiting each other from the time he’d turned sixteen and Yoshitake’s lessons on protecting himself in a world where everyone around him couldn’t be trusted, took on a more sexual tone.

He snorted, quietly. Like any of Yoshitake’s rules had anything to do with self-protection.

But he wanted now, everything that had been kept from him.

He wanted the man’s cock in his mouth and toys in his arse… wanted to be bound with rope… to spend hours doing nothing but worshiping the man’s body, to please Yoshitake in every way possible… and then seek the comfort from the older man’s presence that Takeshi had missed during those many hours he’d been alone. Once he’d given everything to Yoshitake, taken back what he needed, Takeshi planned to stalk the streets of Osaka and hunt down those who sought to take his birth right from him. Planned to kill every last one without a single of ounce of mercy or regret.

But right now, that could wait.

The whole world outside of these walls…could wait.

Yoshitake walked around the desk, fingers brushing over Takeshi’s skin and it sent bolts of lightning, racing along his nerves, connecting each point on his body with his cock while his vision danced with sparks of colour. The urge to beg was overwhelming, but Takeshi swallowed back those desperate words knowing that in Yoshitake’s current mood they wouldn’t be well received.

“You offer me such a wonderful gift, Keshi. I don’t know if you realise how much your words, please me,” Yoshitake said quietly, his voice filled with a strange softness. “I should have taken it from you back then… before you were ripped away from me… but now, as much as I want to claim your body completely, I think I will wait. You’re good at waiting, aren’t you, Keshi?”

“Yes.”

“Good… because you’re not coming until I say so… though you probably guessed that one already.”

Yoshitake’s hands slid back into Takeshi’s hair, wrapped the strands around his fingers and yanked hard. Takeshi groaned, pain and pleasure twining themselves around the guttural sound until the two different responses merged into one. His vision spun once more and only the whisper of a zip being lowered saw clarity restored. Gaze fixed on a singular point that grew bigger as Yoshitake opened his pants further, not bothering to shove them from his hips as he freed his cock, hand gliding down the length and thumb swiping at the pearl of liquid forming at the head.

“Such a greedy boy. It hasn’t been that long since my cock was in your mouth and yet your desperate for it again,” Yoshitake murmured, dragging the tip of his cock across Takeshi’s lips only to pull it back when they parted.

Waiting… he was good— Takeshi was done waiting.

“Please…” he begged over and over, desperate whimpers tumbling after the word every time Yoshitake teased Takeshi with his cock. Tears dripped down his face as desperation grew to the point where it wasn’t only his cock that ached.

Sobbed with relief when Yoshitake stopped with his relentless teasing and finally slid his cock into Takeshi’s mouth. Gently rocked his hips as Takeshi worked his tongue over the hard length whenever it retreated with each slide back in bringing an increase in pace. His breathing grew more ragged, hurried inhalations in the few seconds of respite Yoshitake gave him and yet having the man’s cock nestled in his throat seemed far more important to Takeshi than drawing air into his lungs.

And all too soon, it was over. Cum spilled from the corners of Takeshi’s mouth as he struggled to swallow every drop.

But still he hadn’t come.

*

Takeshi couldn’t remember how he’d gotten here, lying in his bed curled up in Yoshitake’s arms. Couldn’t remember much after Yoshitake came down Takeshi’s throat for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. His last memory before the darkness of oblivion took him was of the pleased grin Yoshitake wore and the praise tumbling from his lips that both soothed the ache of Takeshi’s jaw and ramped up his desperate need to come. And he still hadn’t come. But Takeshi wasn’t going to complain, not with the way Yoshitake held him so possessively while carding a hand through Takeshi’s hair.

Cherished. Protected. Precious.

The hand carding through his hair stilled as Takeshi sighed, resignation and frustration etched in the soft exhalation of breath. Lying here and basking in the warmth created by Yoshitake’s presence wasn’t possible, not while there were people who wanted Takeshi dead or at least out of the way long enough for them to wrest control of the Shirokawa-gumi out of his hands.

Takeshi had no intention of letting either possibility happen.

“You’re awake?”

“Yeah,” he replied groggily, wincing as the bruises across his rubs pulled as he changed positions. “How long was I out for?”

“An hour or so.”

Not nearly long enough to face the day ahead, however Takeshi knew that sleep or any kind of personal time was going to be limited until he’d secured his place at the head of the organisation. But there was no rush for Takeshi to get up. Not yet…

Or at least that’s what Takeshi had thought right up until the loud rap of knuckles on his bedroom door.

Cursing, he rolled off the bed, grabbed a pair of pants and tugged them. Takeshi strode to the door and yanked it open as the loud rapping sounded again. “What the fuck do you want?” he snarled. “The sun has barely risen in the sky making it far too early for you to be waking me… so, this better be bloody important or you’re going to fucking wish you hadn’t dared to wake me!”

“Yes, Boss. Sorry, Boss,” the man said as he bowed repeatedly. Takeshi stood there, leaning on the door frame with an eyebrow raised as he waited for the man to explain why he’d knocked on the blasted door. “Fujioka is dead. His body was discovered an hour ago by the police in Ibaraki.”

“He was an old man, it’s only natural that Death was stalking him.”

“Only if Death wields a knife and likes to gut his victims.”

Takeshi sighed, dragged a hand over his face and wished the old fool could have waited a few more weeks before getting his arse killed. Fujioka wasn’t a staunch supporter of his and especially not after Takeshi had humiliated him, but he’d fallen into line, publicly at least ensuring that others weren’t so vocal in their disproval of Takeshi stepping into his father’s shoes.

“You’ll need to call a meeting, Takeshi,” Yoshitake murmured from behind him.

“You will need to demonstrate a desire to hunt down those responsible and punish them for their actions whether they are Shirokawa or our enemies.”

“Thankfully for me… and not so for them, I learnt a few tricks in Tokyo.” He turned his attention away from Yoshitake and stared at the young man who’d delivered the news. “Send out a message… I want a meeting of all the ward bosses, officially and unofficially appointed, here in two hours.”

The man nodded, backed away and then disappeared down the hall.

Takeshi closed the door and pressed his head against its wooden surface as he released a frustrated sigh. “Who has control of Ibaraki? I know the area was lost after my grandfather’s botched attempt to take Kyoto and Nara, but nothing beyond that.”

“Are you thinking one of our enemies is responsible?”

He snorted and pushed off the door. “Anyone could be responsible for the old bastard’s death, but it’s only natural to assume that our enemies would be the cause of it first.”

“The Araki-gumi control Ibaraki… last time I checked I think it was Gou Kitayami’s nephew and his husband who oversee it and the other areas within Osaka that now fall under the control of the Araki-gumi.”

Takeshi groaned and scrubbed at his face. He didn’t need to start a war with the Araki-gumi, not when the Shirokawa-gumi were so fractured and lacked the power they’d once wielded before his grandfather had decided that Gou Kitayama wasn’t fit to lead the Araki-gumi simply because of who he chose to bed. And no, Takseshi didn’t miss the man at all, and was still tempted to request an audience with the man who’d taken the bastard out leaving Takeshi free to live in Osaka however he pleased.

But if the Araki-gumi were making a play for what remained of Osaka…

“Wait… did you say Kitayama’s nephew and husband? When the fuck did Kennosuke get married?”

“Not sure when. He arrived back from overseas with a husband in tow,” Yoshitake replied with a shrug. “I don’t make it my business to keep tabs on the relationship status of our enemies.”

“Except, when I was growing up, the Araki-gumi weren’t our enemies until my grandfather deemed it so,” he didn’t hesitate to point out. “And I’m not ready to point the finger of blame at them for Fujioka’s death. I know a lot has changed while I was away… but this isn’t Kennosuke’s style.” He sighed, realising that by discounting the Araki-gumi’s involvement it left him right back at square one.

“Do you want me to arrange a meeting with Kennosuke Kitayama?”

“Yes, but not right now. Let’s make sure the killer isn’t hiding amongst ourselves first or elsewhere on the streets of Osaka before we starting picking a fight with Kyoto,” Takeshi said, not waiting for Yoshitake’s acknowledgement as he headed for the bathroom. What remained of the Shirokawa-gumi hierarchy would be arriving in less than an hour and Takeshi needed to impress upon them that he was the one in charge of the organisation.

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Want to know more about Kennosuke and his husband?

Then you can read their story in:

Crossing the Line (The Yakuza and the English Teacher Book 4)

Becoming a cop had been an act of rebellion.

Relationships were only useful for gathering information.

And love had never been a part of Brian's plans...

That was until he met Kennosuke Kitayama,

the nephew of his best friend's lover... his Yakuza Boss lover.

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