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Caught - Chapter Twenty-One

Yoshitake had watched with thinly veiled delight as Takeshi had stormed into the warehouse and wielded his power as the head of the Shirokawa-gumi with ease. Delight that quickly turned into arousal as the men he’d employed to harass Takeshi and drive the man into his arms, desperate and weak, fell beneath the man’s blade. Yes, he’d underestimated his former pupil, but Yoshitake couldn’t find it within himself to regret it. No one could say that the Takeshi who stood before them, fury rippling off him and blood dripping from the blade gripped tight in his hand, would still have existed if Yoshitake hadn’t tried to take control of the organisation. Would Takeshi have been as strong as he was now if Yoshitake hadn’t tried to manipulate him into being a puppet whose strings were pulled by him?

He didn’t think so. But then, Yoshitake hadn’t expected this either.

Maybe Takeshi had learnt more in Tokyo than he’d thought.

And maybe this version of the man he’d tried to sculpt was far more arousing than the one who fell willingly to his knees.

“It’s just you and me now,” Takeshi snarled.

He raised an eyebrow and snorted. “Am I supposed to find that proposition frightening?”

“Most people usually do.”

Yes, most people usually ran in fear when confronted by a member of the yakuza hellbent on revenge, especially when cornered alone. But it might be a little presumptuous to believe that people, that their kind of people would view Takeshi as being frightening despite his fearsome display of violence. Running was the last thing Yoshitake wanted to do.

“But I’m not most people, Keshi. I’m the one who taught you how to kill…how to kiss… and how to fuck.”

He grinned as desire flickered through Takeshi’s eyes, at the subtle hitch of his breath at the images his words created in the man’s mind, and it burned through his own veins when the tip of Takeshi’s blade pressed against his throat.

“That just means, you’ll get to experience first-hand how well I remembered your lesssons.”

But which lessons? Those that involved death or pleasure.

Smirking, Yoshitake grabbed Takeshi’s wrist and held it firmly in place. “Kill me if you want, Keshi… but we both know you’d rather be choking on this instead,” he sneered, grabbing Takeshi’s other hand, and pressed it against his hard cock. “Or maybe you’d rather hold that blade to my throat while I fuck you hard… dying in the throes of orgasm does have its appeal.”

Pain flashed through Takeshi’s eyes. Anger and confusion too. He jerked his hand, trying to pull the knifepoint away from Yoshitake’s throat, but his fingers only tightened their grip on Takeshi’s wrist.

“You can’t do it, can you, Keshi… you can’t kill me even though I’m your enemy? All those promises you uttered… they’re worthless.” Maybe it was wrong to taunt the younger man, to push at his buttons just to see which way he’d break, but Yoshitake had nothing to lose but his life. And his life would be worth nothing if Takeshi didn’t break at all, and yet still let him live. “I was the one who arranged to have you kidnapped the moment you stepped foot back in Osaka… I was the one who played the rescuer to earn your trust while continuing to plot your downfall. Every beating you suffered, the explosion you lived through, and the death of your father… that was all me. So, either fucking kill me as you promised, or get on your fucking knees and suck my damn cock!”

A strangled cry caught in Takeshi’s throat, halfway between anger and sorrow and the knife dug in a little deeper while the hand on his cock trembled. Cracks formed in the cold heartless façade that separated them, a wall of lies and half-truths that needed to crumble completely before they could move on. Questions that had yet to be asked still held the chaotic remnants of the explosion Yoshitake’s truths had wrought on Takeshi’s life.

“Why?”

“Why what? You need to be more specific than that?”

“Why did you kill my father?”

“He was never going to let us be together, Keshi. Hell, he orchestrated our separation in the first place, and always made sure I was far from Osaka on those rare times when you returned.”

“No… no…” Takeshi mumbled, his grip on everything faltering. “He sent me away to protect me from grandfather.”

Yoshitake snorted. “That was nothing more than a convenient excuse.” He yanked the knife away from his throat, spun them around and pinned Takeshi against the wall, his hands above his head. “What he wanted was to separate us… didn’t like that you listened to me more than him… didn’t like the age gap between us… or the way I looked at you.”

“And how did you… look at me?” Takeshi asked breathily.

“Like I was five minutes away from bending you over the nearest flat surface and fucking you like you were a bitch in heat.”

“And what your only choice was to kill him?”

Yoshitake grinned as he stepped in closer and switched his grip on Takeshi’s wrists from two hands to one. “It was either that or he killed me… If I claimed, it was self-defense would it make you feel better about it?”

“But it wasn’t was it.”

“No. Not even close. I’d been planning for it from the moment I decided you were mine.”

“And when was that?”

“The third day we trained together… you were so fucking hard and desperate for me… desperately trying to hide it too, but it only made me want to push at you harder.” He leaned in lips brushing across the shell of Takeshi’s ear while his spare hand worked to unfasten Takeshi’s pants. “Do you remember that day? Remember how you tried to hide that you’d come in your pants when I pinned you to the floor. Did you think I wouldn’t notice the way your body shuddered, or the soft whimper that tumbled from your lips? I wanted to hear it again… wanted to hear it louder, and I wanted to be the only one who pulled those sounds from you.”

Wrapping his fingers around Takeshi’s cock, he dragged them up and down the man’s length, setting what he knew would be a frustrating pace. Takeshi’s body trembled with need while the beautiful sounds Yoshitake loved to hear were being held back as Takeshi clenched his jaw tight.

“I want to hear you, Takeshi. I want to hear you beg me.”

“No…”

“Beg me, Takeshi…. Let everyone hear how much you want the man you swore to kill, to fuck you.”

Takeshi shook his head furiously. “Why? Why are you doing this, Take?”

“Doing what? Jerking you off in a warehouse after you tried to kill me?” he asked. “Because you’re mine, Keshi.”

“No… why did you try to kill me?”

“Kill you? No. Never. I just wanted you compliant and under my control… thought if I could make you mistrust everyone but me, then I’d never need worry about someone trying to take what was mine—you, and the leadership of the Shirokawa-gumi.”

“But the explosion?”

“Was a fucking mistake that shouldn’t have happened,” he spat, not liking the reminder of how close he’d come to losing Takeshi. Once this mess was finally cleared away, he’d deal with Tomu.

“Fuck… so close.”

“Beg me, Keshi… you can’t come unless I say so.”

“Please… fuck, please.”

“Please what, Keshi? I want to hear you say my name.”

“Yoshitake,” Takeshi whispered, breathlessly and heavy with need. “Please let me come.”

Yoshitake smirked. “Come for me, Keshi… then get on your fucking knees and suck my cock.

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Deception (Nagoya Crimes One)

MMF - Yakuza Boss x Detectives - Betrayal - Obsession

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