My Yakuza A.J. Llewellyn (ebook reader with highlighter txt) 📖

Kono stared at Shiro’s body, at the golden cock taunting him. He was so close…so close. He was torn between telling Shiro to get dressed and demanding the guy come right over with that hot ass of his.

His feverish reverie was broken by the TV news.

“…it’s unknown at this time, which holding facility the alleged police assassin has been taken to. He was last seen being herded into this police van along with an officer and when it took off, no one seemed to know where it was going.

“In other news related to this story, it has been learnt that the well-liked police detective, Kono Takumi, victim of alleged shooter Shiro Kanake, left instructions that there was to be no formal police funeral as is the custom. His last wishes were for his body to be cremated and his ashes taken care of by the New York City Police Department. No word yet when that cremation is to take place. Now back to the studio, this has been Judy Wentworth reporting live for New York Nine.”

“They’re cremating you?”

“Actually, they’re not, obviously,” Kono said with a laugh. “It was the only way to prevent a media circus surrounding my so-called murder along with security concerns of someone getting a peek inside the box and finding sandbags. This was the easiest and safest for everyone. It’ll also piss a lot less people off when I walk into the courtroom. It’s very expensive to put on a government funeral for a slain police officer.”

Chapter Eight

“That all makes sense. It’s just weird to be sitting here next to you and hear them discussing how your remains are being disposed of and guessing where I’m at.”

“And that’s the rest of the story…along with the Tinaken clan looking for you, the press will also be on the lookout trying to figure out how you did the disappearing act. There have been cop killers before and they haven’t just vanished into thin air like you have. When they begin to figure out that the department is trying to pull a fast one on the media, they’ll go on the hunt and they’ll stay on it until they get their story.”

Shiro shifted closer on the bed. Oh, he had a beautiful penis. Kono almost reached out to touch it when his cell phone rang.

Both men jumped. Kono checked the read-out. The phone number of a pay phone at a local dinner where the cops ate came up on the caller ID.

“It’s my boss. Hello?” Kono answered trying to alter his voice.

“It’s me,” Jerrell said. “You two okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine. Is there a reason we shouldn’t be?”

“No, everything is cool on this end. I just wanted to make sure you were settled in and out of view. We’re gonna announce tomorrow that you’ve been disposed of, which should stop some nosing around by reporters trying to get the story on your funeral. Also, the D.A.’s office is being hounded by defence attorneys for Harada seeking a dismissal of charges due to the unfortunate death of the lead detective in the case. The D.A. is in the know, of course, and will continue to tell the Judge that the state is ready to move forward with or without you. That way, there are no lies being told to the Judge and the defence attorneys think they’re gonna run all over the D.A. come opening trial day.”

“I’m not surprised by any of that. Since they’re not granting bail to Harada, they’re trying to get him released because of lack of prosecutable evidence and or witnesses in the case. The D.A. has to be careful and walk a fine line here with regards to me.”

“Well, that’s his worry. My worry is keeping you and junior alive. Do you need anything?”

Kono couldn’t respond. Shiro was standing naked beside him, his cock half hard.

“No.” Kono’s voice came out in a croak as he stared at the magnificent cock rubbing against his cheek.

He tried to lunge for it, but Shiro moved away.

Jerrell went on. “By the way, the US Attorney is watching this case very carefully and it looks like they’re waiting to jump in and take the case over when you don’t show up in court. I have no idea what federal charges they could have on Harada unless it’s RICO charges, but New York has his ass first.”

“Okay.”

Shiro was back, his fingers and cock rubbing against the back of Kono’s neck. Damn!

“Are you okay?” Jerrell asked.

“Uh-huh.” He twisted around on the bed. His fingers curled around the head of Shiro’s sweet, smooth cock.

“Okay, take care,” Jerell said.

Kono hung up and put the phone on the nightstand.

Shiro asked, “Anything wrong?”

“No, everything seems to be going as planned. I’m thinking I know what I want for lunch.”

“Yeah.” Shiro’s voice caught in a half-chuckle. “Me, too.”

Kono looked Shiro over closely as he sat on the bed. His fingers stroked along his belly and thighs. Kono could see Shiro’s balls. He took the sight in with relish and began to think about making-love to this man who was sent to kill him but couldn’t. He needed the closeness of being with someone in bed, naked, and sexual. Before Kono knew it, his cock had grown hard in his pants and when Shiro looked up, he knew Shiro could see the bulge.

“Looks like you’re thinking thoughts that I might like since your cock has woken up.” Shiro nodded towards Kono’s crotch.

Kono got up off the bed, removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt by the time he was standing in front of Shiro again.

“You are a beautiful man, Shiro Kanake. Your skin is so soft,” he said as he ran his hands over Shiro’s shoulders and down onto his chest, stopping to tweak his nipples. He went easy on the battered one, but Shiro seemed to like the contact. He reacted by putting his hands on Kono’s hips and moving closer so that they could finally kiss.

Their lips touched,