Beholding the Moon
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by Augusta Li, Eon de Beaumont
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Yaoi/Futuristic. Taro Miyake, half-demon sorcerer and flamboyant international criminal (and star of Lockdown) is accustomed to getting exactly what he wants. What he wants is control of Shanghai's underworld and the love of the beautiful assassin, Qi Lu Bai. But with both the city and the man resistant to Taro's desires, he'll need use all of his wit, charm, and supernatural power to exert his control. Shanghai's current crime lord and other, unpredictable forces threaten Taro's life. What could be more fun?
eBook Publisher: Phaze, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: March 2009
5 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [142 KB]
Reading time: 81-114 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Of the many places he'd been, of all of those he'd dreamed of or feared going, Lu-Bai never thought he'd end up where he found himself now. Through the enormous windows encircling him, he saw Shanghai, his city, glittering far below. Though he'd lived here for over ten years, this was the first view he'd enjoyed from such an altitude.
He looked past his likeness in the glass. No mist or rain blurred the autumn night. Everything--from the multi-colored, blinking characters of the nightclub district nearby to the curved eaves of the buildings in Old Town to the left--stood in perfect miniature as if Lu were a young boy privileged by very detailed and expensive toys. Beyond the modern skyscrapers--their windows squares of chartreuse and cerulean--the rows of Chinese houses, crowded markets and hotels, the Huangpu River curved lazily, cluttered with barges, freighters, and fishing boats that looked like they belonged in a bath tub. Cars and buses whizzed along the multi-layered highways, their headlights as small as lit cigarettes. On the opposite bank, the astounding structures of the Pudong New Development Area soared toward the sky: steel pagodas and architectural marvels that looked like they'd come from a futuristic comic book.
If Lu considered the structures below and the dizzying height with childlike wonderment, then the man who owned the penthouse would surely believe it the vantage point due a god.
A glass of Dom Perignon was thrust into Lu's hand, and the form of a beautiful Japanese man appeared in the window behind Lu's own transparent, naked reflection. His skin looked like gold satin in the light that came from the glass lanterns hanging from the ceiling, each one reflected a dozen times against the dome of glass. His onyx hair, eyes, and fingernails stood in sharp contrast. Slightly shorter than Lu, the other man rested his chin on Lu's shoulder and reached around him to clink the rims of their flutes together. His other hand rested on Lu's opposite elbow. Lu could feel the smoothness of the other man's chest against his back. He could feel the other man's lips nibbling up the side of his neck, and the other man's erection squashed against the base of his spine. Nothing broke the silence but the soft tinkle of the fountain at the center of the heated pool on the other side of the room. Quickly Lu drained his wine, still unable to believe he was here, still astonished at what he was considering.
"Taihen kekko deshita ka?" the man whispered, his breath vine-scented and balmy against Lu's ear and cheek. Then, switching to Mandarin even though Lu understood Japanese, he repeated himself. "Very good, wasn't it?"
Lu snorted. "This isn't the first time I've tried it, Miyake."
"No, of course not," said the man called Miyake, taking the stems of both their drained vessels in his fingers and crouching to set them on the black marble floor. As he rose slowly, he grasped the outsides of Lu's thighs and let his full lower lip drag across Lu's skin from the back of his knee to his hip. Miyake's mouth paused over Lu's tailbone, his small, round chin wedged between Lu's cheeks. A tremor rattled Lu's spine, and gooseflesh dotted him. Suddenly lightheaded, he shut his eyes and pressed his palms against the gigantic window.
Miyake's tongue traced a chill path up Lu's back as he stood. His hands, much smaller and more delicate than Lu's, rested over Lu's knuckles as he sucked hard on Lu's earlobe. His cock poked beneath Lu's ass and between his legs, the head prodding against Lu's scrotum. Blood flooded Lu's penis, and his balls huddled close to his body. If anyone had been able to see into the glass citadel, they'd have taken in quite a show. But the apartment stood several stories higher than any of the buildings around it, and Lu knew no one would witness Miyake's impassioned kisses or the way his body flushed and trembled beneath them. No one could ever know what Lu was about to do, if he went through with it. He could still say no.
Polished nails scratched up Lu's forearms to his shoulders with a pleasant pressure, not hurting but leaving an exciting tingle on his skin. Then Miyake grasped his biceps firmly and spun him so that they faced one another. The other man smiled, his cheeks blooming with champagne and arousal. A long lock of azure-streaked hair hung to his chin on the right side. The rest stood in short spikes at the back of his head. He stepped forward, pinning Lu against the window and squashing their bodies together. The glass felt cold on Lu's ass and back, but Miyake's slender body was as hot as a stone on the riverbank in summer. Standing on his tiptoes, hands moving up to cradle Lu's neck, Miyake pressed his lips against Lu's. With expert patience he waited for Lu's shock and tension to ebb, for his mouth to relax open and admit the other man's tongue.
It did, almost without Lu's conscious effort, and they kissed. Before he even realized what he'd done, Lu's fingers closed around a waist as small and lithe as that of a young woman but covered with tantalizing male muscle. His tongue delved into Miyake's mouth, enjoying the spicy, floral flavor it encountered there. The two men's cocks, both erect and filmed with sweat, rubbed together, sandwiched between their flat bellies.
Lu felt himself leaking, and couldn't believe he'd become so turned on by another man. Perhaps Miyake had bewitched him; it was well within the Japanese man's abilities. Whatever the cause, Lu found himself more aroused than he could ever remember being. The skin of his cock stretched taut, and his balls felt ready to explode. But when Miyake took Lu's cock and his own in his hand, smashing them together, Lu withdrew his mouth with a pop. He pushed against the other man's chest, making him stagger a few steps back. Confusion, resentment, and unrelieved lust filled Lu as he watched Miyake mopping the saliva from his chin with his palm, grinning. He was so beautiful, and Lu hated him for it.
"Not that," Lu snapped.