JoryuxSozaburo

by: Toki

The day was calmer then usual. I was thankful for that much since majority of my day I'm working and worrying about my niece and if she's home okay with her nanny. Then I get home to her tiny little arms as she clings to my leg and asks why I did not come home sooner. She makes me feel like a father, since I practically am. I've raised her from the time she was three up until now. She's eight now...and a smart little girl. She didn't buy that Jo was my friend, just my friend. I almost expected her to be a naive little girl and believe that nothing was going on. But she saw how Jo looked at me and she snuck into my room on early morning weekends and crawled in bed beside Jo while he slept next to me. In some way she knew. She knew enough that she asked Jo if he loved me. I could almost laugh at her naive words, knowing that even if Jo did, he wouldn't tell her. I doubted that Jo felt anything more for me then the satisfaction I give him. He calls me insatiable and that I am since fucking him means a twenty minute break in between before I'm up again, ready to go. For the past couple of years, Jo has been my fling. Only, a fling is suppost to be for a few weeks, maybe a few months. Not a few years. I found that I rather liked seeing Tachimine Joryu every now and again. Every time he was in town, he usually let me know right away if I already didn't know since Jia often had to conduct business with my syndicate. In an unspoken rule, Jo and I had agreed not to tell anyone. It seemed...well not seemed, it was unprofessional for someone in my rank to be fucking someone like Jo. More over, I found out later on that his partner had hit on me and his partner was a well known playboy, but I had passed him over for Jo.

A few days ago, Jia had come into New York after God knows how long. Rather then arise suspicion, Jo and I don't see each other that often since he has to work and so do I. When he does have time off, he's usually in Tokyo and rather then raise questions by coming to New York, or me going to Tokyo, we wait. The wait is often worth it. I expect Jo at my door any time now. It was a winter's night, cold and dark, everyone bundled or overbundled in heavy coats and gloves. It was too cold to be looking cute nowadays. I had picked up my niece earlier and I was now carrying her around the living room trying to lure her to sleep. The spoiled little girl that was my niece was eight years old and still insisted on being rocked to sleep. Luckily she didn't weigh that much so I continued spoiling her. I checked my watch as I cradled her, wondering faintly if she fell asleep yet. I reached up to my hair, tucking it back as I felt her little hand on my shoulder slipping down. She was dozing off so rather then wake her, I continued walking in slow circles until I walked to her room and slowly laid her in bed. I gave her the small white dog Jo had given her a while back as I tucked her in, swept her hair back and kissed her forehead. As I left her room, closing the door behind me I heard,

"Uncle...?"

I sighed, looking up at the ceiling, asking God if this was his way of not letting me get laid tonight. I turned back and said,

"Yes Katie?"

"Is Jo coming over?"

Like I said smart little girl.

"Yes love, but not until way past your bed time. Go to sleep."

"Will he be here in the morning?"

"More then likely."

"Okay. Night..."

"Good night."

I closed the door behind me as I checked my watch again and went to wait.

Around midnight, I felt a soft tap on my front door and I got up to answer. After confirming it was Jo, I opened the door and stepped back, admiring my very own Tachimine, tall much like his father, same facial structure, dark eyes, soft puckered lips, softly tanned skin and the dark red dyed hair I had grown to love. I threatened him that if he cut it, I would stop fucking him and since then, it's grown beyond his shoulders. He ties it up in a loose, often messy bun or a tail, bangs falling around his face. I watched him grow up from a teenager to this striking man that only got more handsome as he got older. Are those Tachimine genes? I think so. He wore a heavy black knee length coat, dark blue jeans and his boots. I opened my arms to him as he came in, wrapping his arms around me as I stuck my arms inside his coat, holding his shirt as we kissed. Our first words were often spoken through meshed mouths and semi-closed eyes then silence. I could only hear him breathing, taste his cigarettes on his breath and tongue, smell the soft scent of his fading cologne mixing with the cigarette smoke and his own scent and feel his warming body to mine. We broke apart as he licked his lips in a sensual manner as he said he missed me. I smiled, knowing that I missed him as well and I tell him so. I moved away slightly, only to close the door and lock it before I'm back in his arms. I've missed him, missed the weight of his arms around me, missed how he kissed me, how he held me. I missed all that. Mostly I just missed him in general. But it's all the little things that make it all worth while. I reach up to his coat, pulling it off his shoulders as he moves his arms back from me and lets me take his coat off. I throw it on the sofa, watching it land there with ease as he smiles slightly and says he has to take off his boots. We break apart as he kneels down in front of me to unlace his boots and it's such a teasing position that I smile to myself as I gently rub my knee against his cheek. He looks up at me as he grins and reaches up to my leg, stroking between my thighs as I shiver slightly. I reach to his hair and pull loose the elastic keeping the messy knot in place as dark red locks cascade down his shoulders. He leans closer to my leg as he gently bites my thigh and I shiver again. He then lets go as he goes on to remove his boots. Once he's done, his right hand reaches to my waist as his other grabs my wrist and brings me over his shoulder. He stands to his full height as he turns and walks us to my bedroom as he brings us inside and closes the door behind him, locking it since he knows I have an eight year old little girl in the area. He walks me to my bed and leans down carefully as I fall back over his shoulder and land on my bed. He's smiling as he kneels over me and meets my mouth for another kiss. Kissing Jo is often fierce, brutal and feral. Our mouths press against each other, as if trying to win some war, tongues sparring and we kiss so hard, my mouth swells afterwards. He reaches up to his long sleeved shirt and pulls it up, dark hair falling as he pulls it over his head and then throws it aside. I sit up, putting my arms around him again as I kiss his neck, biting him softly as his hands find their way under my shirt and he begins to softly moan as I suck on the skin there. Before I finish giving him the first mark, I move back as he pulls my shirt up and takes it off me. We lay back down as he brings my leg up around his waist, his hand cupping under my knee and then going up my thigh as he touches me softly, his mouth now on my neck, my choker long since removed. I reach up to his hair, pulling it back from his face, feeling the soft silken locks as he feels me up and bites my collar bone in tender retaliation. By the end of the night, I will have marked him more then him marking me.

His hand eventually wanders to the front of my pants as he unbuttons the button there and unzips them before quickly snaking his hand inside. I groan softly as he touches me, rubbing me in quick strokes as I grasp his hair tightly, lifting my hips to his hand as I moan his name. I always say his full name rather then Jo when I'm fucking him...it sounds better rolling off my tongue. I lean my head towards his neck, biting him, sucking his skin to keep my moans at bay since my niece is merely down the hall. He moves his other hand as he sits up slightly and undoes my pants the rest of the way and takes them off me, boxers and all. I lay still for a moment as I watch him undress himself, taking off his jeans the rest of the way as he sits down on my bed again to take off his socks once everything else had been removed. I glance at his back, a few scars from his job, stitches put in and then removed and then the black widow on his lower back. He tosses his hair back as he turns back to me and I smirk, opening my legs for him as I gesture him to come closer.

Like a tiger stalking pray he crawled over to me, slowly, leaning down slightly to my stomach as he kissed me, his hair tickling me along the way as he licked on my stomach for a moment, going up slightly then back down as his hands held my legs open. He moved back down as he lifted my thigh up and bit down, hard enough to leave his teeth marks there. I hiss slightly from it but sigh again when his tongue apologetically licks the wound he inflicted. I sighed softly as he went lower and lower still and the stopped as I looked at him. He reached his hand over to me, bringing his fingers to my lips as I opened my mouth and brought them in. I sucked on the tips of his fingers profusely, feeling them move around with the tip of my tongue as he watched with intense eyes. Once he was satisfied, he moved them back and brought them back down between my legs. I gasped loudly as I arched my back, feeling his fingers penetrate me. I groaned slightly, bringing my hand over my mouth as he worked the digits in and out of my willing body. God, that felt so good when he did it. Each time, he awoke some new nerve inside my body and I groaned louder each time.

I panted loudly as I got use to his fingers, stretching and preparing me. He removed them suddenly and I sighed in their departure. In the wake of his fingers, he moved my legs apart as wide as they could and slowly entered me. I held my breathe as I waited until he was fully seated. Once he was, I felt his hair falling around my face as I looked up at him and brought my hands up to his hair, pulling it back as he asked if he hurt me. I shook my head as I brought my legs up around his waist and hooked them around him, kissing him as I looked into his eyes and said,

"Fuck me Joryu."

He smirked as he proceeded to do just that.

I arched my hips with each movement of his body, his one arm holding him up as he grabbed my wrist with his other hand, pinning it to bed as I held onto his hair, gritting my cries out as he fucked me fully and thoroughly. I looked at him, his eyes intense, concentrating on me as I brought my hand from his clenched hair and ripped my nails to the back of his shoulder. He cried out from it but it only served for him to thrust harder. He then turned us over as he laid on his back and let me sit on top of him as I looked down at him. I reached up to my hair, pulling it back from my face as I set my hands on the hard, flat plane of his stomach to balance myself as I slowly rode myself on him. My whole body tingled and shivered, moaning slightly as he watched me enjoy myself. His hands came on my waist, the tips of his fingers smoothing over my flesh as he reached up, his fingers stroking across my nipples as I shivered again and hung my head as gooseflesh ran up and down my arms and down my back. I bit my bottom lip for a moment as his fingers came under my chin and I licked at the tips and he smirked. I continued moving at my own pace, slowly, seductively so I made sure he was watching, as if his mind would wander. His other hand that wasn't at my mouth moved to my stomach as he tickled me slightly. I then started to move faster and his hips came to meet each of my moves with perfect timing. I panted loudly, moaning his name with each movement,feeling every part of him through me. I tasted him on my tongue and I still felt his fingers moving across my body though his hands were on my hips again, aiding me to move faster. I took a deep breath arching my back as I threw my head back. More I cried...and more he gave.

It was raw sexuality. It was even more intense as he sat up and put his arm around my waist as he gripped the back of my head as I grasped his hair, twisting my fingers into the long strands of red as we stared into each others eyes. My mouth was parted slightly, panting against his as I still moved against him. I bit his lip as I kissed him, nibbling softly as he sucked on my top lip. One of my hands strayed free from his hair, going down his back as he arched his hips forward and I let go of his lip but dug my nails into his back. I cried his name out again as let go of the back of my head and reached between our bodies as he stroked me quickly, a little faster then my thrusts back on his manhood but he knew what he was doing. I grasped his hair harder as I grabbed a hold of his arm, feeling it tense under my grip as I watched him. My nails dug into his skin again as he closed his eyes in pain, but his grip got tighter, his thrusts upwards became quicker as I felt my eyes rolling up to the back of my head as I leaned forwards, catching his mouth against mine and I came violently, moaning into his mouth as I grabbed his hair with one hand, my other still clutching his arm. When I moved my mouth back he moved his head to my neck as he sucked on the skin slightly and softly moaned. I felt him fill me as I sat there, on his lap for a few moments, enjoying him again as I sighed softly, my throat was dry slightly and so was my mouth. It also felt bruised. I untangled my hand from his hair as I picked my head up from his shoulder and looked at him. He glanced up at me as he kissed me and then laid down. I was still on top of him, him still inside me as I said,

"You sleeping?"

He nodded as he brought his arm over his eyes as I said,

"I'll be ready in twenty minutes."

He laughed slightly as he said,

"I know you will be."

I stayed where I was as I smoothed my hair back and he stayed still for a while. Damn...he was sexy. I loved being filled by him which is why I stayed where I was. I saw the bite marks on his neck, now darkening with each passing moment. I smiled as I ran my fingers over them and then licked my lips as stayed still. I would let him rest for now.