RJ's Challenge
The terms of the challenge are: 1) It must be a male homosexual story, erotic but not raunchy or vulgar; 2) It must involve the Japanese mafia; 3) One of the characters must be based on him and his personality/lifestyle, etc; and 4) It must take place in the city at night, Wonder School Boy style.

I think I fulfilled most of it, including the "I must finish it in Japan" part, but alas it's a cliffhanger! Look for the continuation to this story soon.

A pair of eyes peered into the first floor window of what appeared to be a house of prostitution. In his view were three people: one man was seated in a wooden chair and two women that were standing over him, one holding a whip and the other toting a strap-on dildo. Faint words could be heard through the dirt-speckled window.

"So you want it or not?" one of the women asked. "I can stick this straight up your ass, if you want." Her raunchy comment made the seated guy squirm with what looked like excitement.

The onlooker crossed his arms and shook his head, looking left and right in the alleyway to make sure no one knew he was there. This assignment was nearing its completion. His client, a wealthy 40-something woman, hired him with the explicit terms of finding out what her husband did every night right down to the minute details. He was already working on his third roll of film of her husband's exploits. The pictures alone would make him lose his prominent position in the government, but there was so much more to his story than just illicit sex. The building he stood in front of was one run by the Yakuza. He wasn't about mess with the Yamaguchi-gumi just for a woman and her husband's errant dick.

The man was released from his seated position, standing up and bending over so that his ass could clearly be seen. The onlooker realized what was coming next, just as everyone in that room did. The woman took a tube of lubricant and squirted it onto her strap-on, then used a finger to moisten his puckered hole. Within seconds, it was pressing into him and his shouts of pleasure were crystal clear, even from his position at the window. It wasn't his type of thing to see a woman doing a man this way, but his eyes focused on the penetration, the steady movement in and out of his hole causing his own cock to start rising into awareness. Taking a few more clicks on his mini-camera, his hand drifted down to his pulsing hardness, unable to stop the stroking he so desired. It's been so long, he thought wryly. Considering the case closed, he took his eyes off the rampant sex that was going on and looked down at his watch. Nine thirty-five. If he was lucky, he'd be able to get the pictures developed before the night was out. It was then that things got hairy.

A door burst open in the room, to which he slipped to the window-frame and peered back in. Standing at the door with four bodyguards was the second in command of the Yamagumi-gumi. No one knew his real name, but he went by the title "The Lion". His eyes were fierce-looking, devilish in their intensity. He looked on in disgust at the scene before him.

"Minekura, I didn't know you liked having your ass fucked," he said bluntly, crossing his arms. "I'm here to conduct business, not to interrupt your fuckfest." The girls stopped everything they were doing and made haste to leave. The Lion looked at the girl with the strap-on and commanded her to leave it in. She stepped out of it nimbly and with the other girl, disappeared from the room.

Minekura sat in the middle the room, bent over the chair with a dildo stuck in his ass, while the Lion watched him squirm with arousal and nervousness.

"Where is the next shipment coming from?" he asked, his voice stern and insistent.

A bead of sweat ran down Minekura's head when he responded, "I'm not sure. They haven't told me as of yet."

The Lion jumped up from his relaxed stance against the wall and walked behind him. He pulled out the dildo, then violently shoved it back in. He shrieked, not from arousal but from pain.

"The next shipment is due in three days. We need to know now and we have given you enough time."

The onlooker snapped a few pictures of the second-level boss, listening on as Minekura began to spill his information. The sound in the room got low, but he made out some words about a new load of Chinese girls coming by boat and something to do with Yokohama.

The Lion slapped the back of Minekura's head and nodded to the bodyguards to make their exit. Surprised by the turn in events, the onlooker realized how much he now knew and he had to make a break for it. Turning up the collar on his black leather and lowered his head, making his way out onto the street without drawing attention to himself. Just as he turned the corner, he accidentally bumped into a darkly dressed man. He was accompanied by two similarly dressed young men, one carrying a large bag in his hand.

"Sorry," he muttered, glancing up at the man only to realize the predicament he'd gotten himself into.

It was the big boss of the Yamaguchi-gumi. The Bear.

"You…" he said in a guttural tone. His eyes narrowed when he looked closely at the man that had bumped into him. Something flashed in his eyes. Recognition. "You!"

Shit! Racing for the busy Shinjuku street, he nimbly and narrowly dodged the cars and buses in the street, disappearing behind a bus as it passed by. There were too many people around and the men protecting The Bear couldn't pull out any weapons without being discovered. He held his men back with a raised hand.

"That fucking Kimura. Keiji Kimura," muttered the big boss, cracking his knuckles. "I know he's up to something. He always is." He turned to the man on his right and whispered a command. "Find him and bring him to me." The man promptly bowed and disappeared into the night.

Keiji opened the door to his apartment and took a look around. His partner hadn't returned yet; he could tell by the lack of cigarettes in the ashtray. What a bad turn of things, he thought, reaching into his pocket for his pack of Marlboros. The incident a year ago hadn't escaped the big boss' mind apparently and he was still hellbent on getting killing him. That's probably why he dropped out of the detective limelight for a while, hoping he would kill the hit they had out on him. And they did. But it probably was back on again, much to his dismay.

He lit up, took a quick drag and pressed the button his answering machine. Six new messages. Half of them were probably that bitch, hot to know what her husband was doing. She just didn't know, he thought with a wry chuckle. Sure enough, the first message was her.

"Hello, Mr. Kimura. I was just calling to check on the progress of your investigation. Please get in touch with me at your earliest convenience…" Blah blah blah, he thought, pressing skip. She was only eager because she could file her claim for divorce as soon as she had the evidence. Her eyes were only on the fifty percent of his salary in alimony she'd get.

One message was from his mother, in her usual wispy voice.

"Keiji? It's your mother. Pick up," she paused, then continued. "Oh well, I guess you're not there…" She then proceeded to go into a litany of things that Keiji couldn't even take care of at the moment, something about his sister deciding to move out of their home, effectively ending her "parasite single" relationship, and how she was being very stubborn about things, as well as some foolishness about his father going through a mid-life crisis. He was actually surprised she got everything in her message in 3 minutes. Then again, she was cut off abruptly so maybe there was more.

The next message was from his partner. Their business was booming with all the murders going on lately in the Tokyo area, parents against children, wives knocking off their husbands. He was out looking for a snitch down in Nihonbashi for new information on Yakuza activity.

"Hey, Keiji. It's Satoshi. I finally caught up with this guy," he began. Keiji heard a shuffle of paper in the background. "I'll let you know the details tonight. Should be home around ten or so."

Keiji deleted the last three messages after hearing it was his wealthy client. What a pain in the ass she was, he thought. Dropping onto his sofa, he leaned back and rubbed his eyes. Satoshi should be home soon and hopefully the day's load would be set aside for something more pleasurable. As soon as the thought entered his head, he heard the rustling of keys against the door. Then he entered.

There was something about Satoshi that Keiji just liked. From the first time they met, he had this sensitive, boyish quality about him that just made him smile. Since they met three years ago, Keiji also learned that he was one hell of a detective and a great guy in general. He was about the same height and just as slim as Keiji, his black hair long and mostly straight except when it curled a little bit at his shoulder. Whenever he smiled, Keiji couldn't help but smile along with him, so infectious was his personality. He should have been an actor, Keiji thought.

"Keiji, you're home," he said, surprised. He shut the door behind him. "I didn't think you would be back for a while."

Keiji sat up and put out his half smoked cigarette. "Yeah, but something I didn't expect to happen, happened." Satoshi moved around the room in socks, listening all the while. "I ran into The Bear tonight." At that, Satoshi halted in his tracks.

"What?" His voice showed massive concern.

"I got away before he could get his gun out on me, but I think the hit on me is back on," Keiji said, stretching his arms out on the head of the sofa. "There're just too many connections this time."

Satoshi set down the bag in his hand on the living room table and sat next to Keiji. His body was turned toward him and Keiji could feel the warmth coming from his legs. It was very soothing.

"You've worked too hard to just drop out of sight this time, Keiji. I know it's the Yamaguchi-gumi, but I think we should consider other alternatives." Satoshi put his hand on Keiji's shoulder. "God, you're so tense! Come on, lay down. You're going to get my special massage tonight."

While Keiji removed his shirt and watched Satoshi disappear into the bathroom for some oil, he couldn't help but look out the sheer curtains overlooking the city. All those lights, the karaoke signs and advertisements glowing in the distance. Tokyo was some kind of surreal universe and somehow he'd gotten caught in with the worst possible element of that world. Shit, he thought. Satoshi is right. I need to relax, at least for now.

"I was going to make us a late night dinner, but you don't look too hungry," Satoshi called out from the other room. He returned hastily, approaching slowly, taking in Keiji's slim frame and bare chest with great appreciation. Keiji was the fun lover in their personal and professional relationship, but lately he'd been down about a lot of things. Even now, watching his face shadowed in thought, Satoshi knew he wasn't thinking about his Yakuza issue alone. There was something else.

Without a word from either of them, Satoshi urged Keiji onto his bare stomach while he straddled his hips, removing his own shirt at the same time. The stirrings of his erection pressed against the swell of his butt and Keiji couldn't help but notice.

"Satoshi," muttered Keiji, settling himself beneath Satoshi. He unintentionally brushed against his erection again against Keiji's butt. "It's been a while since I've had this kind of treatment."

Satoshi only smiled. He poured some of the oil into his hands, working it until it was warm enough for his back. The feel of his hands on Keiji's back brought out a long held sigh and even as his hands moved achingly slow from his neck down his spine, pressing deeply into the knots that had formed from constant stress, both of them could feel the air thickening with something more. The sensual look of pleasure was on Keiji's profiled face. The semi-hard arousal was quickly getting out of hand with each touch of his fingers on Keiji's strong back. He looked at it closely, noting the spots where he'd been marred from incidents on the job. His luck was something amazing, Satoshi thought, working his lower back. Despite that, his barely tanned skin was soft, pliant. He liked that immensely.

"How does that feel?" he asked, pressing slightly lower into the edge of his pants. Satoshi felt the muscles of his butt clench the moment his fingers touched him.

"You know exactly how it feels," Keiji said with a laugh. When he pressed a little lower with his slick hands, Keiji let out a sigh. "Ah, that's good…"

Keiji opened his eyes and began to turn onto his back underneath Satoshi. He rose up giving him a little room to turn his body. Then he looked up into Satoshi's dark eyes. Mysterious. Mischievous. He gave Keiji a knowing grin and placed his hands directly on his warm chest. Patient fingertips caressed him, brushing across his nipples which had grown hard in anticipation. Still slippery from his massage, they moved with ease across his ribs, down to his stomach where a thread of soft, short hair disappeared into his pants.

"It's been so long…" whispered Satoshi. They always tried to keep their relationship more professional than personal, but it was only a matter of time before something was bound to happen. Despite having been together on a couple of occasions in their years of knowing each other, it was never this poignant. His eyes were bright, hopeful this time, Satoshi noted silently.

"Yes, it has," Keiji said softly. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he pulled Satoshi down to him, chest to chest with the faint slickness of massage oil between them. He sighed out loud and brought their lips together, pressing tentatively at first with little suckling motions. It grew fierce quickly, Satoshi's lips parting to let their tongues tango. Keiji had the taste of smoke and something that was all him in his mouth; the thought of something else in his mouth, much like how he played with his cigarette, made Satoshi tremble.

Drawing back from each other, they took a deep breath simultaneously and became more aware of their violently beating hearts. Amazingly, they found a harmonic rhythm after a minute, which amazed them so much they began grinning. Keiji's eyes grew soft, his hand caressing his cheek.

"Why do we fight it, Satoshi?" he began, wrapping his other arm around Satoshi's back. It was slick with the sheen of sweat. "We want each other…" When Satoshi was silent, Keiji tried to look in his eyes, but he wouldn't look at him directly. "What is it?"

Satoshi couldn't move from the provocative position even if he wanted to. He didn't want to move. Finally, he returned his eyes to Keiji, wanting to tell him the truth. "I don't want to screw up our professional relationship, Keiji. We work well together-"

"And we still will," he insisted. It was too heavy a subject to broach just then, not with the desire to give and receive pleasure so great. "Let's just enjoy right now, okay?"

Agreeing almost immediately, Satoshi nodded and watched as Keiji's hands lowered to unbuckle his pants. The zipper was lowered and in one movement, he pulled everything down to reveal his entire body to his view. His cock was completely engorged, rising high against his stomach from neatly trimmed pubic hair. Satoshi sat back on his haunches and watched in fascination as Keiji's hand began to caress him, brushing against the sensitive tip to make him tremble. He was unwilling to just receive attention alone, so he stood, kicked off the pants around his ankles and urged Keiji to stand.

Taking a bit of control, he went to work and freed Keiji's erection from the constraints of his pants. It actually came out with a little spring motion, bobbing with anticipation.

"Somebody wants a little attention there," Satoshi chuckled. He didn't wait for Keiji's joking response nor his laugh and went straight down, lowering his mouth to him teeming mass. His tongue played wickedly with him, running along the length of his shaft and pulling his plum tip into his mouth, sucking rhythmically until Keiji felt his legs grow weak.

"Too much…" he muttered, slowly lowering himself to the sofa again. He continued, one hand stroking him from the base and the other playing with his balls, massaging them gently. Keiji groaned at the motion, gripping the head of the chair and throwing back his head. "That's too good…"

Intuitively, his hand released Keiji before he could fully release, leaving him on the brink of climax. Keiji protested vehemently at the sudden move, but in a moment of clear thinking, knew what Satoshi's intentions were. They looked at each other, then mutually switched positions, but instead of Satoshi sitting on the sofa to be teased and tortured, Keiji turned him around so that his back and ass were clearly open to him. He brought his chest flat against his back, Satoshi's bent legs spreading as he stepped between. One hand caressed his chest, slipping down to his erection. His thumb moved lightly over the top from tip to base, forcing a groan from his lips. Satoshi leaned against the head of the sofa, turning his head to look at Keiji. His lips were pressed against his neck, making their way down his ticklish spine to his cheeks. Keiji was so focused on Satoshi's reactions, his slight wriggling when he tickled him, the sexy way he clenched his muscles. He moved lower, brushing his cheek against his ass and then biting them softly. Light red teeth marks spotted his rear.

"Satoshi…" Keiji crooned, still stroking his cock lightly during the entire session. "I want to get inside you…"

Satoshi's breath caught at Keiji's straightforward statement. He nodded mutely, unable to say a word as his finger ran across his puckered hole. Suddenly, Keiji's eyes were reminded of the scene earlier that day, his client's husband being screwed from behind this way. It brought a sense of completion that he was there with Satoshi, doing this. He reached for a bottle on the table behind him and squirted out some of the lubricant onto his erection. With one fingertip, he picked up a glob of liquid and placed it between Satoshi's cheeks. Strangely taken by the sight, he looked for a minute and thought what a great picture it would make.

The decision made, he put a hand on Satoshi's waist, slowly guiding himself inside. There was slight resistance as he made his way inside, but it subsided to a comfortable tightness. They both groaned at the sensation, Keiji making his way fully inside. He began moving, slow, precise movements in and out, stroking Satoshi's cock in rhythm with his movements. It was incredibly erotic.

"Feels good?" Keiji asked, his movements steady. "You feel so good…"

His eyes rolled back and he let the sensations overtake him. Control wasn't an option, even as Satoshi quickly shuddered beneath him and shouted with his orgasm, hot juices erupting over his hand and the sofa. Keiji held on, barely, until he felt the tightening in his loins begin. There was no time to say he was coming. He just did, spurting deep into his ass, contractions drawing out every drop.

The two couldn't move at all for long minutes, overcome by emotions and sensations too heavy to handle. Eventually they moved into the bedroom and started again, silently agreeing to leave the questions aside until the morning so that they could enjoy the pleasure of each other.

They fell asleep at some point, Satoshi's head nestled in Keiji's bosom. For some reason, something disturbed him from sleep, his eyes opening unwittingly to view darkness. He laid back in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a long time. What was going to happen now? His issues with the Yakuza were getting progressively worse. What to do? And what about Satoshi? Things were getting complicated and his mind was a quagmire. His eyes changed focus and turned to the window. Suddenly from the shadows came a figure, the well-known sound of the cock of a gun echoing in the room.

"Don't move," the shadow whispered. Then suddenly, there were three pairs of eyes in the room, all with guns pointed at him. Keiji was unable to speak.

"You're coming with us," said the man on the right. Satoshi was still fast asleep; he was a hard sleeper anyway.

Keiji untangled himself from Satoshi's lithe body and set him against his own pillow. He didn't need to be involved in this, he thought, staring down at him. Resolute, he sat up in the bed and wondered briefly what was going to come next.

by Mika Matsumoto
04/09/2003