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him, Tetsu opened a pack of body markers.
“You talked directly to Magnus?”
Tetsu nodded. “Mostly about the attack on Iyashii’s network after midnight.”
Gabe rolled his eyes. “Of course that’s what he’d be interested in. But you mentioned your concerns?”
“Yes, I said I was worried that you were going off the deep end.” Taking out a red marker, he drew the first anchor symbol on Gabe’s chest where Gabe had insisted it be placed. Next to it he placed a date symbol.
“Will you teach me the Code when this is all over?” Gabe was staring up at the ceiling, his gaze traveling over its stuccoed pattern.
Tetsu nodded, realized Gabe hadn’t seen him and quietly answered, “Yes.”
Drawing the second anchor, he risked a glance at Gabe, saw that his eyes were moist and offered a weak jest. “You really are losing it, you know?”
Gabe lifted his chin, fluttered his lashes at Tetsu. “Wait until you see my debut performance, darling.”
“About that --”
Gabe placed his index finger against Tetsu’s lips. “Just put your anchors where I said and don’t ask any more questions. Magnus will smell a trap if you’re not just as shocked as the rest of the crowd.”
Tetsu turned his head to the side. He picked through the pack of markers, hands shaking. “I can’t protect you if we’re separated.”
“I told you, Tetsu-san, I have my own special room at ValCo for times like today.” He turned to the wall, his voice breaking. “Do my back… and don’t talk so much.”
Tetsu let the markers spill onto the mattress, brushing aside all but the most vibrant colors that would stand out against the bronzed skin. “You were so pale when Tori was doing the tats.” He ran his hand along Gabe’s arm and outer thigh. “And hairless.”
Picking up the red and black markers, he began inking a fierce dragon, its clenched teeth holding the guidon staff and white banner of the Ikko-ikki. At its feet, a young Shinto priest brought his arm down to strike the first beat against a taiko drum. In the folds of the great beast’s wings and the priest’s robes, he finished the message with broad strokes.
“Done,” he said, scooping the markers back into the box. Tonight -- two a.m. Thursday morning, the first battle of the peasants’ war against the corporate daimyo would begin. “Stand up and let me check it.”
Gabe rose up. His posture seemed robbed of its dancer’s grace. Something wild and bordering on the edge of defeat slouched into the center of the room, instead.
“You were crying…”
Gabe shook his head. “Method acting, you know?”
“No.” Tetsu crossed over to Gabe, forced the dancer to look at him. “Maybe this is too dangerous for you. Not just… not just physically.”
“Don’t worry, Tetsu-san.” He laughed, the sound bitter and unconvincing. “I promise you, there will be plenty of medication and expert care for me before the day is up. Which reminds me.” Gabe broke away, grabbed his suitcase and pulled a pill bottle from it. Inside was a big red gel capsule. Tossing his head back, he dry swallowed the pill.
Tetsu grabbed Gabe’s hands, pulled him close until they were standing chest to chest. “What was that?”
“Something to counteract the sedatives they’ll give me. Slow release, it should start kicking in around nine tonight.”
Tetsu nodded, closed his eyes and touched foreheads with Gabe. “I guess you should get dressed, then.”
Gabe stood there, passive and unmoving. “Kiss me first.”
Tetsu pressed his palms gently against Gabe’s cheeks. “Not like it’s the last time.” He drew Gabe’s mouth to him, his tongue parting his lover’s lips as their hips met. Gabe groaned, rose up for a second on his tiptoes, his erection rubbing hard against Tetsu’s stomach.
“I don’t want to wait to have you again, to be taken by you.”
“Soon,” Tetsu promised. He took Gabe’s cock in his hand, gently tugged it. “We’ll be together again,
“You talked directly to Magnus?”
Tetsu nodded. “Mostly about the attack on Iyashii’s network after midnight.”
Gabe rolled his eyes. “Of course that’s what he’d be interested in. But you mentioned your concerns?”
“Yes, I said I was worried that you were going off the deep end.” Taking out a red marker, he drew the first anchor symbol on Gabe’s chest where Gabe had insisted it be placed. Next to it he placed a date symbol.
“Will you teach me the Code when this is all over?” Gabe was staring up at the ceiling, his gaze traveling over its stuccoed pattern.
Tetsu nodded, realized Gabe hadn’t seen him and quietly answered, “Yes.”
Drawing the second anchor, he risked a glance at Gabe, saw that his eyes were moist and offered a weak jest. “You really are losing it, you know?”
Gabe lifted his chin, fluttered his lashes at Tetsu. “Wait until you see my debut performance, darling.”
“About that --”
Gabe placed his index finger against Tetsu’s lips. “Just put your anchors where I said and don’t ask any more questions. Magnus will smell a trap if you’re not just as shocked as the rest of the crowd.”
Tetsu turned his head to the side. He picked through the pack of markers, hands shaking. “I can’t protect you if we’re separated.”
“I told you, Tetsu-san, I have my own special room at ValCo for times like today.” He turned to the wall, his voice breaking. “Do my back… and don’t talk so much.”
Tetsu let the markers spill onto the mattress, brushing aside all but the most vibrant colors that would stand out against the bronzed skin. “You were so pale when Tori was doing the tats.” He ran his hand along Gabe’s arm and outer thigh. “And hairless.”
Picking up the red and black markers, he began inking a fierce dragon, its clenched teeth holding the guidon staff and white banner of the Ikko-ikki. At its feet, a young Shinto priest brought his arm down to strike the first beat against a taiko drum. In the folds of the great beast’s wings and the priest’s robes, he finished the message with broad strokes.
“Done,” he said, scooping the markers back into the box. Tonight -- two a.m. Thursday morning, the first battle of the peasants’ war against the corporate daimyo would begin. “Stand up and let me check it.”
Gabe rose up. His posture seemed robbed of its dancer’s grace. Something wild and bordering on the edge of defeat slouched into the center of the room, instead.
“You were crying…”
Gabe shook his head. “Method acting, you know?”
“No.” Tetsu crossed over to Gabe, forced the dancer to look at him. “Maybe this is too dangerous for you. Not just… not just physically.”
“Don’t worry, Tetsu-san.” He laughed, the sound bitter and unconvincing. “I promise you, there will be plenty of medication and expert care for me before the day is up. Which reminds me.” Gabe broke away, grabbed his suitcase and pulled a pill bottle from it. Inside was a big red gel capsule. Tossing his head back, he dry swallowed the pill.
Tetsu grabbed Gabe’s hands, pulled him close until they were standing chest to chest. “What was that?”
“Something to counteract the sedatives they’ll give me. Slow release, it should start kicking in around nine tonight.”
Tetsu nodded, closed his eyes and touched foreheads with Gabe. “I guess you should get dressed, then.”
Gabe stood there, passive and unmoving. “Kiss me first.”
Tetsu pressed his palms gently against Gabe’s cheeks. “Not like it’s the last time.” He drew Gabe’s mouth to him, his tongue parting his lover’s lips as their hips met. Gabe groaned, rose up for a second on his tiptoes, his erection rubbing hard against Tetsu’s stomach.
“I don’t want to wait to have you again, to be taken by you.”
“Soon,” Tetsu promised. He took Gabe’s cock in his hand, gently tugged it. “We’ll be together again,
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