Chapter One

Tokyo, present day…

Basho lay on his futon in the dark, thinking of the first time Timothy had ever sucked his dragon. Golden-haired, blue-eyed Timothy, his muscular body like a Greek athlete.

He threw his head back, remembering the way Timmy’s lips, velvety pink and soft, slid up and down Basho’s hard shaft. Perfection. Beauty. Before all the horrible shit had happened.

Basho’s hand went to his erection and stroked, base to head, following the memory of warm moist heat engulfing his cock, the press of Timothy’s large hands into his hips, anchoring himself against the bobbing of his blond head…

Timothy had been the daring one, the first one to break the silence between them.

They’d been mates since childhood, but that other part…the sexual desire, the raw need that simmered between them since their bodies had become men’s bodies…had been a forbidden topic. Until that night. Until Timothy cornered him in the alley behind the sushi restaurant Basho’s parents owned.

Basho was emptying the garbage and had just thrown some scraps to the alley cats after closing when he heard footsteps. At first he’d tensed, not knowing who it could be. His father had once gotten involved with some really bad people back in Tokyo and had made the really grave mistake of informing on them. Basho had overheard his father and uncle speak of it years ago and had lived in fear ever since that the criminals would follow his family as they fled from Tokyo to London.

“Hey you.”

He’d breathed deep relief at Timothy’s voice and turned. A single bulb above the back door of the restaurant made Timothy’s shaggy hair look like an angel’s halo. But when Timothy came up to him, the look in his eyes was of no angel. A dark hungry glitter in them made Basho’s heart speed up.

“Hey yourself,” Basho muttered, trying to keep his tone casual. There was something about Timothy’s swaggering walk, the way he wore his faded jeans low on his lean hips that brought a funny feeling to Basho’s gut. “What’s going on?”

Tim drew closer. Close enough that his spicy aftershave invaded Basho’s senses. His body responded immediately to Timothy’s muscular frame, outlined in the tight T-shirt.

Basho felt his blood heat up and his balls tighten. His cock pushed against his trousers.

“I’ve something to tell you, mate,” Timothy said softly. “I can’t wait any longer.” He took another step, bringing him nearly up against Basho’s chest. Leaning in, he pressed Basho back against the brick wall, his face so close, his breath fanned over Basho’s lips.

Basho’s mind swirled. His vision blurred and…kuso…the brush of Timothy’s chest against his made his nipples tighten, even through both their layers of clothing. The warm summer evening got much hotter. “What is it? Tell me.” His voice sounded shaky in his own ears.

Timothy chuckled, but Basho heard the nervousness in the sound. They were both nearly twenty and he’d known the bloke for eleven years. He knew what Timothy’s laugh sounded like when he was nervous. Knew how Timothy was feeling with only one word.

There were only a few sounds he’d not yet heard Timothy make…

Tim’s large hands cupped his shoulders, pressed him more snugly to the wall. “You’re a bit daft, aren’t ya, Bosh?” He remained hovering close, lips a mere few centimetres away.

“I…I guess so.”

“Well, I already told you.” Timmy’s south London accent rolled through Basho’s mind and trilled through his body like hundreds of tiny fingers massaging him. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Basho blinked. The words carried through the fog of his mind. All the blood had rushed down to his cock…he couldn’t…think. “That’s what you wanted to—”

Tim’s lips crushing on his ended the sentence. At first Basho had jumped, as if given an electric current, but Tim’s taller, broader form pressed him back, pinned him in surrender.

The tip of the other man’s tongue pushed open his lips, demanded to go deep inside.

Basho parted them to accept the velvety moist heat of the other man’s tongue. He’d never kissed anyone before, man or woman, and this was fucking incredible. Better than any saké or food.

Tim slid his tongue along Basho’s, danced against it while his body rubbed Basho’s in a slow heated rhythm. Tim’s cock was hard like steel against his. Even through their trousers, each grind sent licks of heat through Basho’s whole lower body. Blindly he reached around with both hands and grabbed Tim’s ass cheeks, pulling him as close as he could possibly get.

If he could have pulled Tim deep inside him forever he would have, to keep this incredible feeling, so it would never end…