My Yakuza

get me first.” As an afterthought, he picked up some aspirin and bags of dried fruit and nuts.
“You take me to all the elegant places,” Shiro deadpanned.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Yeah, you will.”
“Why do you make everything you say sound sexual?” Kono asked.
“Because it is. Hey, they have hamburgers.” Shiro grabbed a couple, and some bottled water.
“All done?”
“For now.”
Kono paid for everything, and they pressed on to the hotel. As he drove, he thought about his sojourn in Tokyo. He’d seen the misery on Shiro’s face. He’d called his ordeal a nightmare. That, it was. Kono knew that Shiro was telling the truth now because he’d felt the same way himself. The Harada clan members were like the asters in the garden of life, choking off everything else in order to thrive.
“So, I know that Harada murdered his own dentist…tried to make it look like an accident or something…my details are sketchy…but you really think the Harada clan will turn over my mother and Miki once I er…kill you?”
“No.” Kono sighed. “Look, my involvement isn’t pretty. There was a dental surgeon here in New York, Sam Fried, who…well, he was highly regarded in his field. He was as forensic dentist who specialised in altering people’s teeth for the witness protection programme. He was a genius and worked a lot of cases for this state…and many others. Unfortunately, some high-level criminals have also sought his services, one of them being Shun’ichi Harada.
“Harada is pretty high on the watch list for federal aviation authorities. The FBI had been trying to grab him for years. He has a trail of bodies behind him. Anyway, he wanted his original dental records back, but Fried was reluctant to turn them over. He wanted some kind of insurance if anything happened to him, plus he felt he should retain them in case Harada wanted work done in the future.”
Shiro was agog. “Did he give him the records?”
“Yes, finally. But even then Harada shot the man. They found Fried floating in the Hudson River. Normally, a regular dentist’s death wouldn’t be such a big thing, but…”
“He worked on all those witness protection programme cases, right?”
“All those records went missing. A lot of people’s lives were hanging in the balance with a maniac like Harada having such damaging material in his hands.”
“Holy crap! Is this going to come out in court?”
“If I live long enough to tell the tale.”
“So it all depends on you?”
Kono shrugged. “I brought the records home. I found them.”
“Oh, my God…you are so my hero.”
“Tell me that when we get through this.”
They arrived at the hotel on Oyster Bay Road. Shiro had mowed through the burgers and most of his snacks. He looked woebegone.
“You’re not gonna just…just leave me here, are you?”
“I’ll be back,” Kono said, feeling like a cut-rate Arnold Schwarzenegger.
“But…it’s horrible here. It’s flat and creepy.”
Kono feared the kid would do a runner. He wasn’t kidding. The area was so rural and desolate. A bunch of Yak goons would be easy to spot. He realised that Shiro really was no professional assassin. He sighed.
“Okay.”
He walked inside with him, checked him in with a cash deposit and even took a look around the room.
“It’s awful,” Shiro said.
“Yeah. It ain’t Shangri-la.”
Shiro suddenly hurled himself into Kono’s arms. Kono hugged him, in spite of himself.
“Listen, kid.”
“I’m not a kid.”
Kono felt Shiro pushing away from him.
“You’re right. You’re not that much younger than me. Listen, I’ll be back and you can always call me now you’ve got no tracer on your phone.”
“I feel like crap. I’m really scared. I called my grandma when I got into town, but she hasn’t called me back. That shit’s really weird. It’s just not like her.”
“Give me her number. I can have someone do a welfare check on her.”
Shiro’s face brightened. “You can?”
“Sure. I’m a cop.”
Shiro threw himself back in Kono’s arms. Man, he felt good, even though Kono resisted the urge to let Shiro kiss him. They stared at each other a moment.
“Please,” Shiro said.
Kono shook his head but unbuttoned Shiro’s shirt long enough to take another look at his chest wounds. They were no better, but on the plus side, they weren’t any worse. Shiro made a soft, whimpering sound. Jesus. I can’t fall for this guy. He’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. Stop. Stop it right now. Kono tried to convince himself he was just taking care of a guy who’d been badly wounded. He put antibiotic cream on Shiro’s chest, the softness of the guy’s skin making him feel jumpy. He covered it with gauze and tape.
Shiro made another little sigh and Kono felt the man’s breath on his face as Shiro kissed along his jawline. Their mouths met in a frenzied kiss.
Sweet fucking Jesus! What am I doing?
Shiro’s mouth moved over his, their mutual need undeniable. Kono was shocked when Shiro’s determined hand ran across Kono’s crotch. He felt his cock hardening, Shiro crooning softly as he awakened the sleeping dragon.
Kono no longer resisted. Shiro was too persuasive. Damn. He was kneeling before Kono now, taking Kono’s cock out and licking it.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Kono muttered, but still he didn’t pull away. The sight of that beautiful mouth on him made his cock harden.
Shiro moaned, then pulled off him. “You’re right. Let’s stop.”
Kono gasped and held Shiro’s head. No way. He knew Shiro was playing, but it was too late for that. Shiro’s gaze flew up and met his. He sucked and tongued on Kono’s cock in a delicious swirl of sensations that rivaled the best blowjob Kono had ever been given. He was on his toes when he came, his whole body melting with relief.
He pulled Shiro to his feet.
“Don’t try that again,” he said, but his cock was in the guy’s hand.
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Shiro’s smile stirred something deep and primal within Kono.
Fuck…I want to stay here and…
He shook his head, allowing Shiro a small kiss.
“I’m an old man,” he said. “This could kill me.”
“A lot more fun than