Break "You sure you want me to come?"
Stephan silenced Devon with a long, slow, luxurious kiss that had the TK erect and throbbing within seconds.
"Oui, mon petit."
"But I wasn't exactly invited, was I?"
"It is of no importance. I wish you to be there." Stephan frowned. "As long as it does not upset you…"
Devon snorted.
"Course it won't fuckin' upset me! It'll be interesting to meet an old friend of yours."
The Frenchman smiled wryly.
"I would not call Marco di Luca un ami, exactement… But 'e is… interesting…""So what's he like, this Stephan?"
Okami smirked; there was the faintest twinge of jealousy in 'ju's voice, in his slightly narrowed eyes.
"Smooth, cultured, a damn fine marksman…"
Shinju folded his arms, pointed chin jutting in what was almost a pout.
"Good fuck?"
'kami remained silent, half-closing his eyes and smiling enigmatically in the way he knew would irritate his partner. 'ju scowled.
"Do I take that as a yes?"
"You can take it however you like, 'ju. You'll be meeting him soon, you can make up your own mind. Unless you'd prefer not to be there, of course."
"No fucking way are you going there by yourself!"
Deliberately pretending to misunderstand, Okami inclined his head.
"Oh, I'll be perfectly safe. Neuron's is probably the safest place in the city…"
The smaller man snorted inelegantly.
"I'm sure…"
His partner glanced at the timepiece on the wall.
"We need to leave in twenty minutes if we're to have time to pick up Rainbow first. Are you ready yet?"
"Nearly." 'ju angled the mirror to make it easier to apply the delicate smoky eyeliner that subtly enlarged already large dark amber eyes. Okami watched him, fascinated as ever by the concentration he brought to something so mundane. It was part of his pearl's charm, this intensity in all things…
Shinju was finally satisfied, and reached up to kiss his lover. Okami smirked and stroked a smooth cheek.
"You'll do. Let's make tracks. And hope Rainbow hasn't gone too over the top tonight…"As it happened Devon was called to admin at the last minute - nothing serious, just a plumbing problem in an awkward place his TK could reach much more easily than anything else - and Stephan had gone on ahead: Devon would meet them at Neurons as soon as he could…
It was midweek and the place wasn't too busy. Stephan glanced around, but there was no sign of di Luca, so he got himself a mineral water and settled down in one of the window seats to wait.Nijii had been quite restrained - for him, Okami thought, as the young man climbed into the taxi, moaning about how cold and damp London was, and how he didn't think he'd ever have time to go shopping, Hilda was keeping him so busy. 'kami grinned and kissed him, effectively shutting him up for a moment or two while the taxi pulled away and headed for the river.
Shinju sat and watched, admiring the Japanese bodyguard. Nijii certainly lived up to his name tonight: his hair was coloured in bands of pink, green, orange and electric blue, his eyeshadow a smoky green, and his lips a deep shade of plum. Underneath the oversized black leather biker's jacket he sported a tight little cheongsam in pink and green silk, with sparkling black leggings and a pair of motorcycle boots. Not exactly restrained, but not as flamboyant as he could have been, either. He grinned as Nijii surfaced from the kiss and twinkled at him.
"Ooh, he's as forceful as ever…"
Shinju raised a sardonic eyebrow, but refrained from commenting. Truth to tell, he was a little apprehensive about this meeting, though he'd let himself be tortured rather than let 'kami know that.Okami led the way into Neuron's pausing in the doorway and looking around for Stephan, grinning ferally as he spotted the marksman at the window table. His voice low, he indicated the Frenchman to Shinju.
"That's him."
'ju eyed 'kami's old acquaintance warily. Short hair sleeked back, big dark dramatic eyes, pale skin, that indefinable air of sophistication that all the French seemed to exude… Stephan wore black, a polo-necked sweater, black leather trousers, a black leather jacket slung on the back of his chair. He looked - smooth. Controlled. Cultured. And bloody dangerous.
Nijii's eyes were wide.
"Ooh, tasty…"Stephan had seen them, and risen to his feet as they approached. 'kami paused at the table, smiling.
"Hello, Stephan."
The Frenchman treated him to a small, tight smile.
"Marco." He eyed the other two bodyguards: 'kami ushered them forwards.
"My partner, Hikaru Dawson - better known as Shinju. And this is Nijii. I trust you don't mind my bringing them along?"
Stephan hesitated for a moment, unsure as to whether to kiss the hands of 'kami's companions, then opting to bow slightly from the waist instead.
"Indeed non, mon ami. Please, be seated. What may I order for everyone?"
Okami draped his leather coat over a spare chair, grinning at Stephan's expression as Nijii dropped his on the same chair and seated himself, flinging his hair back and resting his chin on the back of one beautifully-manicured hand. Nijii looked gorgeous, and knew it. He offered the Frenchman a sultry smile.
"What would you suggest, Stephan-san?"
Blinking, Stephan dragged his attention back to 'kami and 'ju, who were watching with considerable amusement.
"Wine, je crois. There is a good selection 'ere."
Okami nodded.
"Good idea."
Stephan rose again, bowed courteously and headed for the bar."'kami, where did you find him? He's so cute!"
Okami chuckled.
"Oh, our paths have crossed once or twice."
"I wonder if he's… attached…"
'ju grinned.
"Looking like that, I'd be surprised if he's not!"
Nijii sighed.
"So unfair… all the best looking ones are…"
"No harm in trying," 'ju murmured as Stephan made his way back to the table, bottle of Sauterne in one hand, five glasses in the other… Okami glanced up as Stephan upended the glassware.
"Five?"
The Frenchman nodded, concentrating on pouring the wine.
"Oui. My… partner - 'e should be 'ere soon."
Nijii's face fell; 'ju patted his thigh under the table and whispered,
"Perhaps he shares…"Devon was annoyed. What should have been a simple job took much longer than he'd anticipated, and he was a good forty-five minutes behind Stephan by the time he climbed into the taxi. Neurons was a little busier by the time he arrived, but he spotted Stephan easily… Who the fuck were they?
Nijii's mouth dropped open and he nudged 'ju.
"Look at that…"
'ju could hardly miss it - the young man's hair blazed like a beacon under the lights. Nijii was wriggling in his seat.
"Ooooh… so beautiful…"
Stephan chuckled and waved. The young man with the fiery hair grinned and sauntered towards the window, sliding the leather jacket from thin shoulders and dropping it over the back of the chair beside Stephan - then leaning down to kiss the Frenchman thoroughly.
"Sorry I'm late…"
Stephan sighed happily.
"You are 'ere now, mon petit."
Devon sprawled on the chair beside his lover, one foot pulled up to rest on the seat and his elbow resting on his upraised knee. He smirked at the others.
"Hi. I'm Devon."
Nijii was too overcome to speak, gazing spell-bound into the young man's vibrant pale green eyes, so Shinju made the introductions. Okami inclined his head, then murmured quietly to Stephan,
"Impeccable taste, old friend."
Stephan smiled slowly, eyes hooded.
"Merci…" He eyed the two young men sitting opposite; both were watching Devon. "Shinju is quite the little beauty, n'est ce pas?"
Okami smirked smugly.
"Yes."
"L'autre - Nijii? - he is very lovely, also."
"A complete pet."
Stephan cocked an eyebrow.
"Oui? 'e is quite taken by Devon, I think."
"I think so too…" Okami gazed at the Frenchman. "Are you two exclusive?"
Stephan chuckled.
"Non… well, not quite."
Okami nodded understandingly.
"And which of you…?"
Stephan took a sip of his wine, then eyed the bodyguard.
"Both of us."
'kami gave him a disbelieving look.
"Equality? No such thing, caro."
Stephan smirked.
"You would not know, of course."
"Don't want to know, Stephan. I'm perfectly happy as I am."
"And Shinju?"
"Yes. He's happy too."
"Ah, but if 'e 'as never known…"
Okami's eyes narrowed.
"And you aren't going to try to tempt him. Are you."
Stephan offered an enigmatic half-smile and turned his attention back to the others. Rather to his surprise, Devon and Shinju seemed to be getting on rather well together.
Shinju was fascinated by the TK's gravelly voice.
"You're with the Agency? What do you do?"
Devon glanced at Stephan, who nodded minutely, and lifted all five glasses a couple of inches from the table.
"I'm telekinetic."
Nijii's eyes were huge, his fertile imagination envisaging the sorts of uses that could be put to… He smiled shyly at Devon.
"That's - impressive. How much can you lift?"
"'bout a ton, at the moment."
"Ooooh…."
'ju inclined his head.
"Useful!"
Devon grinned, eyes twinkling. Shinju was very pretty…
"Comes in handy… So what do you do?"
Shinju stretched, enjoying the attention - and the wariness in Okami's narrowed eyes.
"I'm a bodyguard."
Devon's eyebrows rose. Shinju looked too delicate for such work. Then again, he knew full well that appearances could be extremely deceptive. He smirked.
"Know any interesting moves?"
Stephan nearly choked on his wine. Okami slapped him - rather harder than was strictly necessary - on the back.
Shinju offered the TK a smouldering smile.
"Oh yes…"
"Have you had any interesting cases?" Nijii was fed up with not being included in the conversation. Devon shook his head.
"Sorry - can't talk about it."
Nijii pouted prettily.
"Oh, but I won't tell anyone…"
Devon regarded the colourful Japanese appraisingly. Also very pretty. And also obviously flirting. His gaze flickered from Nijii to Shinju and back again. A very tempting package. Assuming the tall man was into it, of course. He smirked at Nijii.
"OK, I'll tell you. But then I'll have to kill you."
Nijii leaned forwards, reaching under the table to stroke Devon's groin.
"Mmm… and how would you do that, bishounen?"
Instantly aroused, Devon's eyes half-closed.
"Oh, I'm sure I can come up with a couple of interesting methods…"
Stephan glanced at 'kami, silently amused. The big bodyguard wasn't quite sure how to take Devon - and was unconsciously touching Shinju, little touches, brushes of fingers over knee, hand, cheek. The Frenchman smirked. Reaffirming his claim on the small bodyguard. Not quite as confident of his power as he made out? Or simply reminding the Eurasian who owned him? At any rate, it looked like Shinju kept his lover on his toes…
'ju, in the meantime, was grinning widely, watching Nijii at work, aware of the large bulge spoiling the line of his cheongsam. Mind you, he couldn't blame the Nihonjin. Devon was as colourful as Rainbow, in his own way, and oozed sex. He glanced at Stephan, wondering about their relationship.
Stephan didn't seem to be possessive… Shinju eyed his partner.
*Is it time to get back to the hotel yet?*
'kami raised an eyebrow.
*You're not enjoying yourself?*
*Yeah, too much…*
The taller bodyguard laid a large hand over 'ju's groin, smirking at the hardness he felt there.
*Shall we invite them back with us?*
*Don't think Rainbow would ever forgive us if we didn't!*Stephan had shrugged and nodded, and Devon had grinned and tweaked Nijii and Shinju - rather to Okami's disgruntlement - and the five had left together, climbing into the first taxi they found and heading back to the king-size bed at 'kami and 'ju's hotel. Once inside the room, Nijii turned to Devon and grabbed him into a hug, plastering his body tightly against the TK, rubbing his erection against Devon's groin. Devon blinked.
"Don't waste any fucking time, do you?"
Nijii kissed him, murmuring breathily,
"Oh, I hate wasting time we could better spend fucking…"
Chuckling, the TK squeezed a hand between their bodies - pausing for a quick fondle of Nijii's rigid cock - and fumbled the cheongsam's toggles open, sliding a hand inside to pinch a nipple. Nijii gasped and pulled back, sliding the cheongsam from his shoulders and tugging Devon's sweatshirt over his head. His eyes widened at the sight of the TK's chest, elegant hands reaching to touch the jewelled barbells through Devon's nipples.
"Oooh! Toys! Look, 'ju! Pretty…"
Okami glanced at Stephan, who was watching the action with an indulgent smile. That boded well… He laid a hand on the Frenchman's arm.
"We may as well get comfortable - this could take some time. Unless you want to join in, of course…"
Stephan shook his head, sliding his jacket from his shoulders.
"Maybe later."
Nijii had balanced against Devon while he unbuckled and kicked off his boots, then wriggled out of his leggings. Even without the boots he was taller than the TK. Hands fumbling at the buttons at Devon's groin, he caught the TK's mouth with his own. Devon pulled back with a small grimace.
"Can you get rid of the lipstick? It tastes 'orrible."
Mildly affronted, but not wanting to do anything to spoil the evening, Nijii accepted the tissue the amused 'ju handed him and wiped his lips thoroughly, then kissed Devon again.
"Better?"
Devon grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him back fiercely.
"Yeah… You'll do…"
Managing to get the leather trousers open, Nijii reached a hand inside and fondled Devon's cock, sighing into his mouth.
"Mmmmmmm…."
Heeling off his boots, Devon pushed the trousers over his hips and down his thighs - then pulled back slightly and grinned at 'ju over his shoulder.
"What're you doing, standing there like a great lemon? Get your clothes off. Or d'you just want to watch?"
Shinju licked his lips. Oh, he wanted to play, alright - he just wasn't sure how 'kami felt about it… But his partner had moved to sit on the sofa, a little distance from the bed, his face impassive.
*You OK with this?*
*As long as you stick to the rules.*
*Right…*
He could fuck Devon and/or Nijii, but not let them fuck him. That was almost a pity, he thought to himself, eyeing Devon's big cock jutting from a nest of bright copper curls… Shinju stripped, quickly and efficiently, joining the other two as Nijii shuffled backwards to the bed, falling onto it and dragging Devon on top of him.
And squawking as the TK lifted all three of them, moving them to the centre of the bed. Seconds later the tube of lubricant that had been lying on the bedside cabinet floated into Devon's hand: grinning, he swiftly anointed Nijii's cock then, before the bodyguard could object, impaled himself hard and fast, head flung back as he groaned with pleasure.
Nijii squeaked and grabbed Devon's shoulders, nearly coming there and then. Shaking, his hands slid down the TK's chest, coming to rest at those fascinating barbells… he tugged gently, and was rewarded with a shiver and a deep kiss…
Stephan joined Okami on the sofa, hand cupping his own groin. It was always a joy watching Devon in action, the thin supple body so expressive, that wonderful fiery mane cascading over his pale skin. The TK flashed him a quick intimate smile, then began to rock his hips, making Nijii gasp and buck upwards.
Giving a small groan of his own, Stephan unbuttoned his fly, slid his trousers down a little, and began to fondle himself. Moments later he froze as Okami's hand settled over his cock and squeezed.
He slowly turned his head, eyes cold, then gripped the bodyguard's wrist and forcefully moved the hand away. Okami blinked, then grimaced ruefully.
"You've not forgiven me, then."
"You lied to me. 'ow should I forgive that?"
"Oh come on, Stephan! It wasn't a lie - not exactly."
The marksman's gaze swung back to the bed.
"As you say - you do not believe in equality."
On the bed Devon had stretched forwards over Nijii's body and was gazing back invitingly at Shinju over his shoulder. 'ju licked his lips. Was Devon really offering…? The TK wriggled his arse slightly: yes, it looked like he was…
Shinju slathered his aching cock with lubricant then - slowly and carefully - eased himself into Devon's body, biting his lip and concentrating on not coming. Fuck but this was good! So fucking tight, and Nijii was thrusting slowly but powerfully, his cock squeezing against 'ju's… As he slid home he felt Devon sigh, then hold still as the two bodyguards began to move in a sort of counterpoint, both of them too aroused to find any smooth rhythm and soon coming, 'jii first, his cock throbbing against 'ju's sparking the smaller man's own climax…
Devon had come twice, the novel - if somewhat uncomfortable - sensation unbearably exciting. He slumped against Nijii's body as two limp, sticky cocks slid from his body, leaving him feeling empty, semen trickling thickly and copiously from his arse, ticking his balls. He sighed and kissed Nijii.
"Mmm… you're good."
Shinju managed a half hearted scowl.
"What about me?"
Devon grinned.
"Yeah, you're not bad either."
'ju growled and ran his nails down Devon's back, just hard enough to raise a shiver.
"Roll over."
Raising one eyebrow, Devon rolled off Nijii's body and lay sprawled on his back, cock lax and shining stickily in the muted light. The Japanese grinned up at 'ju.
"Oooh, yes! Can I help?"
Shinju shrugged and gestured to the TK's groin.
"Help yourself…"
And between them, licking and suckling and fondling, sucking tightening balls into hot mouths, nipping almost-painfully at rapidly hardening flesh, within minutes they had Devon moaning and squirming below them…
And they kissed, the head of his cock between their mouths and a hand each wrapped around his shaft, as Devon came for the third time, crying out, his back arching, hands tangled in smooth black and vibrantly coloured hair.
Stephan glanced at Okami. The bodyguard was cleaning himself up, having come while watching the erotic show on the bed. The Frenchman smiled grimly. He'd resisted, himself, some old competitive instinct still wanting to prove he had more control than his acquaintance. Although it wasn't easy - he was painfully hard, and would need to relieve himself soon. Maybe in the taxi on the way home, if Devon wasn't too tired or sore…
He eased his trousers back on, the buttons pressing uncomfortably against his erection, and stood, loping over to the bed to sit stroking his partner's hair. Devon gazed up at him, eyes half-closed, drugged with sex and completely limp.
"Va bien, mon cher?"
Devon managed to nod.
"Fucking knackered though."
Stephan chuckled and smiled at Nijii and Shinju.
"Thank you for your 'ospitality. But we should leave now - we both 'ave work in the morning."
Devon made a very slight movement, as if to protest - in fact they both had tomorrow off - but a swift glance at his lover's groin had him shutting up with a grin. Stephan turned and bowed formally to Okami.
"It 'as been - interesting to see you again, Marco. Per'aps we should not leave it so long, next time."
Ignoring the bodyguard's glower, he pulled Devon gently upright, helping him into his discarded clothes and lifting his weary body into strong arms. Nijii scrambled upright and kissed Stephan's cheek.
"It's been wonderful! I hope we can stay in touch…"
Shinju sighed and grinned.
"Yes - good meeting you both." He reached to stroke Devon's hair, then smiled at Stephan. "And maybe next time you could join in," he glanced at his partner, "both of you."
Stephan raised an eyebrow, inclining his head. That was extremely unlikely, but there was no sense in souring the evening by saying so. He bent to kiss Shinju's cheek.
"Merci, petit… And I 'ope you an' Marco stay as 'appy as you are." He eyed Nijii, wondering whether to offer a lift, but the Japanese seemed disinclined to move. Devon sighed and snuggled into his lover.
"'m tired, Stephan."
"Then we shall get you 'ome…"The goodbyes had been brief and cordial, and Stephan held Devon on his lap in the taxi. The TK kissed his neck.
"You didn't come, did you? What were you trying to prove? And why don't you like that Marco?"
Stephan sighed.
"It is a long story, mon cher. Maybe one day I will tell it to you. But for now… Are you in pain? That was per'aps an unwise thing to do…"
Devon stretched, wincing.
"Yeah, I know. Just always wanted to see what it felt like. And neither of them was too big - seemed like a good idea at the time. Aches like fuck now, though…" He gazed up, eyes sad. "Sorry."
The Frenchman chuckled and kissed his nose.
"It is alright, mon petit. I can wait."
"But that's not fair…"
Wriggling out of Stephan's arms, Devon stretched himself out carefully along the car seat - then unobtrusively opened the Frenchman's fly and sucked the rigid cock into his mouth…
Stephan gasped and twined his hands in his lover's mane, trying very hard to keep his expression neutral as Devon's talented mouth nipped and licked and suckled, until he could no longer keep control and came, hips jerking, filling his lover's mouth with semen. It seemed to last for hours, and felt like he'd never stop, but the white light behind his eyes gradually faded and he could breathe again… Devon was smirking up at him.
"Better?"
Stephan groaned.
"Imp… mais oui."
Devon carefully re-buttoned the fly and swivelled to lie on his back, head in his lover's lap, holding his hand, kissing long fingers. He sighed happily.
"Got anything planned for tomorrow?"
Stephan leaned forwards to kiss his forehead.
"Non. We can do anything you like…" Anything at all, mon amour… Devon smiled up at him.
"How's about you take me to one of your favourite places? An art gallery or somethin'? 'bout time I got some culture…"
Chuckling happily, Stephan pulled his love into a warm embrace.
"There is an exhibition of twentieth-century 'Pop Art' that you might find… amusing…"
Devon snuggled close.
"Let's try that then, shall we? Then we can go to lunch somewhere nice… With soft seats…"
Laughing delightedly, Stephan kissed him.
Life was good…
© 2003 November 28th Joules (with a little help from Lutra)
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