INTERNATIONAL SECRET SERVICES By Andrej Koymasky © 2010 Written on June 16, 2002 Translated by the Author English text kindly revised by Matthew Templar
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"INTERNATIONAL SECRET SERVICES" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
Chapter 6 - LEE FINDS OUT MARTIN
Things were going on like always with Minoru. The boy was full of passion when they were having sex but, besides those occasions, he didn't meet with Martin, he didn't share more of his time with him. Their relationship was based exclusively on sex. One time, anyway, Minoru wanted a picture of Martin where he was in his bathing suit, and the young man willingly gave it to him, writing on its back, "To Minoru, with desire, Martin".
Another change was that Minoru started to ask him to go to his place to have sex at times, when his parents weren't at home. He lived in a beautiful house built in the traditional Japanese style, but equipped with all the most modern comforts. Minoru's father had a splendid collection of netsuke, worthy of a museum.
Minoru told him that it was possibly the best collection in all Japan, and explained to Martin that his father found the new pieces to buy on the Internet. The most important antique dealers of Japan were connected with a data bank where they could access the best customers, using a special password. Martin, interested, asked Minoru to explain to him how it worked - he, in fact, got an idea about how "Friday" could be singling out his victims.
But, Martin asked himself, was it possible that the very efficient Japanese police didn't guess what he had just guessed? Possibly the system used by Friday was much more sophisticated than what Martin thought. The young man asked himself how he would have acted if he had access to the data bank. The best thing could be possibly to buy a computer, connect to the Internet and explore all the possibilities this means of investigating could offer.
Martin started to use his free time on his new computer. He discovered that amongst the usual clients of the circuit there were also museums, and that they used the net to organize, for instance, the thematic expositions that at times they put on. They would find, through the data banks, the private possessors of interesting works of art and question them to gather the pieces for their exhibitions. Martin then started to trace, with his computer, the story of the pieces stolen by Friday as it was recorded in the data banks.
He noticed that between the acquisition date of the pieces and the date when they were stolen, there was always a minimum period of eight months and a maximum of two years. Was it just coincidence? He also discovered that the stolen pieces had been, at least once, displayed in a museum or in a gallery between their acquisition date and the date they were stolen.
Gradually Martin started to get an idea about the modus operandi of Friday. He still was missing too many elements to understand who he could be. But the more Martin found difficulties, the more he busied himself in the attempt to find the boy that was populating all his fantasies and his desires. He wanted to find him at all costs. He wanted to make love to him again. He wanted him!
Martin had been in Japan for a little more than a year. He spoke Japanese rather well, even though with a strong English accent. He had some friends, mainly amongst the other teachers of English and a few Japanese, amongst whom was Minoru, but, all in all, not a real friend with whom he could talk about all his thoughts, his desires, his dreams.
Martin was carrying on, so to say, three parallel lives - that of a teacher of English, that of a spy, and that of a gay man, and for the greatest part, these three lives were carefully separated. Only the people of the Agency knew almost all about the real life of Martin, but he didn't have a real friendship with them. Only with Junichi was there some understanding. Junichi was a thirty year old man, married with two children. He knew that Martin was gay, but it didn't seem to be at all a problem for him - especially amongst the Japanese people, Martin had noticed, there was a kind of tacit acceptation of the others' sexuality, that possibly came from the fact that their religion never made gay people feel guilty, or also by the ancient homosexuality tradition so spread amongst samurai, monks, merchants and theatre actors; for some aspects, a little like that of ancient Greece.
So, in the end, Martin made up his mind and spoke with Junichi about his infatuation for "Friday" and how he wanted to find him. Junichi, at first, just quietly listened to him, but said nothing neither pro nor against what Martin told him. Martin understood Junichi's behavior as a silent way to tell him he could not, or didn't want, to help him. But a few days later the Japanese man, who, in the Agency, had as his main task the electronic espionage, and who had a real skill at penetrating the most secret programs, called him, asking if he could drop in on him.
It was the first time Junichi invited himself to Martin's apartment and this surprised the English man not just a little, but answered that he was waiting for him. The man arrived.
After some ceremonies, he said, "I can possibly help you, if you can give me some more elements about your Friday."
"Really? Tell me, what do you want to know?"
Junichi asked him some questions, then asked to see the newspaper clippings that Martin gathered about the boy's robberies. He studied them then asked Martin if he could use his computer. He connected to the net and started to carry out some researches, a set of inquiries. As Junichi didn't have Martin's problems about Japanese language, he rapidly managed to enter some Japanese data banks where he got some information.
After some time Martin asked him what he was doing.
"Your story made me curious, so I decided to give you a hand to find that boy, not only because you desire him, but also because I would really like to discover where and why our police failed."
"But if we find him, you will not pass the information on to the police, will you?"
"Of course not; it's their business, not mine. Don't worry, if we can find him, only you will get to know who the boy is."
"But what are you looking for?"
"You probably guessed how he decides to do his robberies. But it seems that the boy, besides knowing very well what he wants to steal, is able to neutralize the alarm systems without any difficulty. Therefore he knows how to get information about the houses he wants to enter, and I asked myself if he doesn't do it exactly as we do. He too possibly knows how to violate security systems of the private data banks. I'm trying to verify which brands of alarm systems were installed in the houses the boy visited, and to see if there are some common elements."
Junichi came back several evenings to Martin's home and they spent many hours in front of the little screen. He brought with him some copies of the software he used in the Agency and loaded them on Martin's computer. Using them, he explored several reserved data banks. He finally told Martin how they could have a possibility, even though remote, of finding Friday.
Junichi had a friend, a curator of Edo-Tokyo museum, who in past times collaborated with the Agency. He asked him, letting him believe that this interested the Agency, to organize an exposition of netsuke (Martin had told him about Minoru's father's collection) asking for the best pieces from collectors, amongst which, of course, there was also Minoru's father's pieces. If Friday took the bite, he would probably plan a robbery in one of the collectors' houses.
The netsuke exposition was organized. Junichi, together with Martin, was keeping the data banks systems under their watchful eyes to see if they were able to understand, if Friday really used that system, where he would do his next robbery. The possibility to find Friday was still remote, but it was better than nothing. The thematic exhibition was held. The collectors who lent their pieces were seven. The exhibition was really beautiful and interesting. Martin went to visit it and thought that the collector that Friday would target could be a Mizawa of Osaka - his pieces were the most numerous and were beautiful.
When the exhibition, whose catalogue Martin bought, was over, they waited for Friday to do his robbery - also according to Junichi, it was highly probable he would do it in Osaka. Therefore he asked a friend he had in that town to keep an eye on Mizawa's villa and tell them when it would be deserted - on that occasion, Friday would make his visit.
Martin waited. A couple of months elapsed until a day Minoru told Martin that his father had been robbed of all his netsuke collection!
"When?" he asked.
"The night before yesterday night - we all were at my father's parent's house for grandfather's birthday. When we were back we found the surprise. The thieves neutralized the alarm system and did their foray."
"Do you know who did it?"
"No."
"Didn't they leave any trace?" Martin asked.
"Well, yes - the seal kin'yoo."
"Ah..."
"But the weird thing is that... Well, I said nothing, because I didn't want my father to understand about you and me..."
"What do you mean? I don't understand. What's the matter with us?"
"The seal was on the photo you gave me, and the name card you gave me was missing."
"What? And why?"
"It could be a warning to me, that he discovered our relationship... I don't know..."
"But was my picture with the netsuke?"
"Not really. Do you remember the netsuke I showed you with two men having sex? It was also one that was in the exhibition, but it belonged to me, not to my father. I kept it in a box in my wall closet, where I have all my gay things, including your picture. Well, that netsuke also disappeared, therefore he was looking for it."
"How could the thieves know it was yours and it was not with the others?"
"On the exhibition card was written that it belonged to me."
Martin was excited - he didn't find Friday, but the boy, for that incredible chance, found him. He saw his picture and stole his name card. Would this mean that sooner or later he would turn up with him? He could just wait. When they had sex, the boy insisted he wanted to meet him again. Also the boy had enjoyed making love with Martin, he was certain about it.
Only four days passed. In his mail box Martin found a sealed envelope, delivered by hand. He opened it - inside there was just a clipping of the exhibition catalogue showing the netsuke of the two men united having sex, and on a corner of the picture was glued the seal with the two ideograms "kin'yoo". Nothing else. But for Martin it was more than sufficient, and his heart started to beat strongly - yes, the boy found him. The message was clear. But what did he want? Why didn't he write even a single word? Why that mute message and nothing more?
The envelope had been delivered by hand; therefore the boy went there, he knew the way to his house, now. Would he turn up again? How? Martin thought he would; he just wanted to let Martin know he knew about his relationship with Minoru. But what did he want? Why didn't he attach any message? Did he want to meet him or not?
Three days later, at two in the morning, he was awakened by a telephone call.
"Martin?"
"YesÉ who's speaking?"
"I woke you up, didn't I?" the voice asked, in perfect English.
"Yes. But who are you?" Martin asked again, his voice drowsy.
"Are you alone?"
"YesÉ why?"
"Then I'm coming upstairs."
"But who are you?"
"Open the door," the voice said and Martin heard the click of the phone - the other cut the line.
Suddenly Martin understood - it was Friday! It could be none but he! He got out of bed and went to open the door, waiting with his heart in his mouth.
He heard the lift noise. The lift door opened and he saw him - it was he, the boy of his dreams.
The boy went in front of him and with a smile said, "I've found you, you see?"
"Yes. Come in," Martin said, moved.
As he closed the door, the boy said, "I want to make love with you again."
"I too..." Martin whispered, excited, and took him in his arms, pulling the boy to him.
The boy circled his waist with both arms and pushed against him, kissing him and brushing his body against him to feel his erection.
Martin thought that the boy was even more beautiful than he remembered him. He caressed and fingered him while he kissed him with desire.
"This time you will not escape me," the boy whispered, shuddering.
"Surely not. I want you."
"I, too. Why didn't you want me that night? Because you are the lover of that boy?"
"Of Minoru? No, he isn't my boyfriend; we just amuse ourselves together at times. I have no lover. And you?"
"No, I neither and I'm mad about you. Take me on your bed; come on! I'm dying with yen."
Martin led him to his bedroom and undressed him, feeling like he was in a dream.
Also the boy took off Martin's pajamas, "My god, how beautiful you are!" he muttered.
"You are wonderful. I never saw anyone as beautiful as you. But I still don't know your nameÉ"
"Lee."
"Lee? Aren't you Japanese?"
"I'm a half-breed," the boy said and slipped down on his knees in front of the young man. He seized his turgid member in his hands and started to skillfully lick and suck it.
Martin gave a start and moaned from the pleasure. "Come, lie on the bed, I want to suck you, too," he panted.
They united in a passionate sixty-nine, sucking and fingering, caressing each other all over their bodies, as if they were thirsty for each other. Then Lee turned upside down, kissed Martin on the mouth, brushing his erection against Martin's.
"After that night I didn't think of anyone but you."
"Me too, Lee."
"Why did you tell me no, that night?"
"I don't know. But later I regretted it."
"Then, you are happy I'm here?"
"So very much!"
Lee spread his legs circling Martin's waist, and brushed his firm, small buttocks against the powerful erection of the young man, who shuddered.
"You want me, don't you?" the boy asked in an excited whisper, smiling to him.
"Yes, to die for."
"But I want you, too. Will you let me take you?"
"I'm not used to it, but... if you become my boyfriend, I will also let you take me," said Martin.
"I... I would probably like being your boyfriend. But we should get to know each other better."
"It's all right for me."
"But..."
"But?"
"If I become your boyfriend... I am jealous, you shouldn't go with any other person, never ever."
"If you will be my lover, I will need nobody else, I think," Martin sweetly whispered, trying to penetrate him.
"Wait."
"Why? I want you. Please?"
"I want it, too. But I don't like to do things in such a hurry. I just came here. I like preliminaries, foreplay."
"Yes, I like that, too. But I've wanted you for months."
"Really?"
"Yes. Even when I was doing it with others, I always dreamt it was with you."
"I too, thought about you all the time. I didn't think I could have that stroke of luck, to be able to find you so. When I saw your picture I felt like I was dreaming. That has been the best robbery of my life - that netsuke brought me luck. I didn't sell it, do you know?"
"Lee, I want you!" Martin murmured, trying again to take him.
"Yes, but wait some more. I want to give you the best night of your life. Let me do..."
"But... the following night?"
"They all will be beautiful, I promise. Also, all the ones following will be beautiful..."
They talked, kissed, aroused each other, strengthening their mutual desire. They explored each other's bodies, finding the spots where the other was more sensitive and devoting themselves to the other with passion.
"How old are you, Lee?"
"Twenty-four. And you?"
"I thought you were younger... I'm twenty-seven."
"I too thought you were younger. You are wonderful, Martin, especially when you are aroused."
"You are wonderful, too. I never thought that somebody as splendid as you could exist, before having met you."
Finally, Lee brushed his buttocks against his companion's vigorous pole, "Now... take me!" he murmured, fully excited.
Martin smiled and started to push, quivering. He felt it slip in the warm and tight channel of the boy, who welcomed him with a smile full of pleasure and sensuality.
"Do you like?" Lee asked.
"Yes..." Martin whispered going on to push into him, to invade him with his beautiful, hard rod, "... and you?"
"To die for. You really are wonderful at taking a boy and giving him pleasure!"
Martin was really enjoying the feeling of being so intimately united to the boy, so full of heat and passion. While he was moving inside him in a strong and slow rhythm, he caressed his delightful face, his perfect pectorals and kissed him. He fingered his hard, throbbing member. Lee sucked Martin's turgid nipples, caressing them, darting back and forth, and cupped his sinewy buttocks, pushing them as to accentuate the strength of the penetration that he was evidently enjoying very deeply.
They made love for a long time, slowly bringing each other to the peak of pleasure, until Martin unloaded all his seed into the warm deepness of the boy and this one, pushing himself against Martin, spread all his seed between the two bellies that were brushing one against each other. Then both let themselves fall onto the crumpled sheets, finally sated, still tightly enlaced. They caressed each other for a long time, while they were gradually relaxing.
"Do you promise me that you will never go with anyone else, as long as you are with me?" Lee asked him.
"Yes, if you promise that from now on you will be only mine."
"Of course. I want to be yours, only yours."
"Even though we don't yet know each other?"
"I'm beginning to know you. When we make love we are more ourselves than in other moments, and I like you."
"Tell me about you. I want to know everything..."
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7
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