Tokyo Ink (Gay SF Erotica)

Tetsu’s cock and balls with each slide of Gabe’s dick inside him. Absorbing his lover’s thrusts, Tetsu bordered on unconscious. The flashing vid screen in the next room played tricks on his eyes, cast huge shadows on the wall until an hysterical certainty possessed him that it was not Gabe or Youran, that pale western orchid, riding him so masterfully, but a great white dragon, burning him inside and out, bringing with him a million small deaths and resurrections.
    “ Iku! Iku! ” Gabe buried his cock into Tetsu one last time, grinding his hips against Tetsu’s ass as both men came. He followed with shallow, short pumps as he milked the last of their climax.
    “ Banzen , Tetsu-san.” Gabe sighed the words as he pulled out until just the head of his cock remained inside Tetsu. He reached down, released the strap and slowly withdrew the rest of the way, his hand stroking Tetsu’s swollen dick. “Perfect.”
    A practiced flick of his hand, and Gabe removed the ball cuff from himself then coaxed Tetsu onto his back. He took his time removing the rings and strap, taking Tetsu’s still erect penis into his mouth, sucking and licking the cream from it as he worked. “ Banzen, banzen .”
    Gabe pulled Tetsu up, guided him out into the flickering light of the front room. “Shower, and then we’ll sleep in your bed.”
    “Was it banzen ?” Tetsu asked, his voice tired and content as he leaned against the shower wall while Gabe turned the water on and squirted body wash onto Tetsu.
    “It was,” Gabe answered, his soapy hands kneading Tetsu’s tired back muscles. “You were.”
    * * *
    Bright morning sunlight streamed into Tetsu’s room as Gabe rolled over, flung out his arm and found empty space. He cracked one eye open, saw Tetsu, dressed in black gym shorts and working at the computer. Gabe pulled the blanket over his head, deeply breathed in his lover’s scent on the sheets and pillowcase and tried to drift back to sleep.
    “ Kuso shite shinezo !”
    Gabe threw the blanket off and looked at Tetsu typing, fingers smashing against the keyboard.
    “ Kuso! Kuso! ”
    “Hey, sailor, something the matter?” Gabe tried to keep the question light-hearted but he hadn’t seen Tetsu so uptight while at the computer, at least not when Gabe left him alone to work.
    Tetsu glanced over his shoulder for half a second then went back to pounding the keyboard. “All of the uploads are gone!”
    “All of them?”
    “Damn it. That’s why we’ve always limited posting on the web.” He scanned the desk top, glanced again at the bed. “Where’s my mobile?”
    Gabe stretched toward the nightstand and the mobile. Tetsu reached it first, started working the keypad.
    “Shit, everything with an anchor symbol is gone! Stripped from the servers, even the liberty servers.”
    “Someone hacked Free Net?” Gabe’s brows shot up. “It’s supposed to be hack proof.”
    Tetsu held his mobile up and shook it. “Hack proof, maybe. Bulletproof--no.”
    “You’re kid --” Gabe dropped his gaze to the mattress, nervously smoothed the top sheet. “No, you aren’t kidding.” He sat up, back to the wall, and studied Tetsu’s worried face for a moment. “How does this change things?”
    “I can’t put anything with an anchor in--”
    “A what?”
    “It’s kind of like waving a red flag at those who know the Code. Tori never put any anchor symbols on you because I already knew to look.” Tetsu picked up his last scan and showed Gabe. “See these?” He pointed at one crane standing, its legs bent in the wrong direction, then at the reverse fold of the geisha’s kimono and finally at the cloth she had spread on the ground with its bowl of rice with its upright chopsticks. The first was unnatural, the other two signaled death among an otherwise peaceful, traditional scene.
    “No one would draw it like that,” Gabe answered.
    “Right.” He tossed the scan on the bed, started to pace. “The anchors are used to throw the design off -- to signal the right people and avoid duplication by those outside the Code.”
    “And now you can’t use them on the web?”
    Tetsu stopped, rubbed at his jaw. “Dangerous to use them at all -- but we really needed the web on this to reach everyone quickly.”
    “What about a vid cast?”
    Tetsu shook his head, began pacing again. “What, get to a pirate station, keep it on air more than five seconds? Sorry, I just don’t see that.”
    “No,” Gabe laughed. “I didn’t