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Iwagashi's torture chambers. Somewhere along the way, though, his feelings had shifted. Yoshi admired the dedication it took to not only accept, but embrace, the same profession that had caused the young interrogator so much pain. He wondered what it would be like to have such a man as a friend, but knew he was far too soiled by his duties to ever be able to forge such a bond. An honorable man would never want to be associated with a whore.
    Nevertheless, he lingered, once again picturing the psych specialist in the shower. His mind's eye traced the erratic path of a water droplet as it slid over bronzed flesh, running this way and that along criss-crossed scars as it traveled down the broad chest and muscular abs. The thought of his hand following the same path sent a frisson of excitement up his spine and Yoshi's cock began to harden, poking wantonly through the opening of his yukata.
    His guard lounged against the wall, content, for now, to observe. It was rare that he got a chance to watch the shadow wolf without his knowledge, so he opted to delay his pleasure, hoping to gain some insight into the reclusive shinobi.
    Yoshi carefully examined his reaction, eager to figure out why the thought of Makoto aroused him so. As he slipped deeper into his fantasy a strangled moan passed through pale lips, capturing the attention of his silent spectator.
    Zenshiro’s cock hardened, and he slipped a hand inside his robe to stroke himself, imagining a slender, paler one in its place. He nearly blew his cover when the same hand he was picturing dipped into the small jar of ointment next to the futon and then disappeared between long legs. The thought of the reluctant shinobi fingering himself was almost too much to resist.
    When an agile tongue peeked out to wet the shadow wolf's lips his guard could wait no longer, eagerly pressing his dripping erection against them.
    “Kami, you feel good,” Zenshiro muttered as he rocked wantonly into the heat, throwing his head back with a groan. The shadow wolf showed none of his usual reluctance, avidly swallowing his erection to the root. Yoshi slurped and sucked, twining his tongue teasingly up the prominent vein and around the flared head, too engrossed in his fantasy to notice that it had slipped into reality.
    When his guard lifted him away, pouting pale lips made his displeasure clear. Yoshi lay back and spread his legs, hooking one around his startled partner's back to pull them flush. “Fuck me like you mean it.” The wanton growls and breathy moans coming from the shadow wolf spurred Zenshiro on, and he thrust with abandon.
    “Not enough.” Yoshi's snarled words were the only warning his guard received before he found himself flipped onto his back, a none too subtle reminder of the power hidden behind a deceptively delicate appearance. The shadow wolf wasted no time, twisting erotically as he positioned himself with his back facing Zenshiro to give him a perfect view of his cock disappearing between creamy cheeks.
    Yoshi's hands slid over his own ass, squeezing and parting the firm globes, giving his shell-shocked guard teasing glimpses of his hole, shiny with lube, stretched taut around the thick cock as the shadow wolf slid ever lower. When he finally bottomed out, ass pressed firmly against Zenshiro's groin, he stretched languidly, lifting and twisting his long locks into a loose figure eight at the back of his head.
    Thigh muscles flexed and bunched as the motion reversed. “Wait.” Zenshiro struggled to lift his upper body, wrapping his arms around the shadow wolf and pulling them flush. Hard fingers tweaked pale nipples and Yoshi scrabbled for purchase, throwing his head back and letting his hair cascade over his guard's shoulder.
    “Now, slowly.” The tight hold loosened just a fraction and the shadow wolf started a small undulation, twisting and bending as he slid up, letting gravity do its job on the way down. The breathy 'oh' at the bottom of each stroke was driving