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any of Kot’s potential enemies to kill him…not until he had used the man to get closer to his bosses in the 24K gang, as it was called…the most powerful of Hong Kong’s Triads.
    “You should at least take just one trusted lover.  Not strangers each time,” Cheung persisted.  His own voice sounded distant to him.  He found his eyes drawn again to Kot’s bare ass, smooth and dully shining with the light of the room.  He imagined the flesh was still warm from the hot shower.  He imagined the flesh was as soft as a satin pillow.  In his trousers his penis had roused, an agitated snake hiding in its den.  Cheung wrenched his eyes from the man’s nude figure.  He forced them up again to Kot’s reflected face.  And his heart flinched when he saw Kot’s eyes on his in the glass.  Kot was smiling again.
    “I should take just one trusted lover, eh, Cheung? One man I trust—as I trust you, for instance?”
    “Yes,” Cheung said, and cleared his voice.  “One you trust as you trust me.”
    “You’re jealous, aren’t you? Jealous of my guests? Is that the real source of your concern?”
    Cheung felt his face flush with hot blood.  “No…of course not,” he stammered.  “Like I told you, I’m only…”
    He broke off.  Kot had turned to face him.  Now his naked front was plainly displayed.  Cheung had briefly seen the man without clothing, in recent weeks, as Kot had come to trust him more and more.  But never so blatantly.  Not like this.
    Kot took hold of his own scrotum and rolled his balls in his palm languidly, running his thumb up over his slumbering penis.  “You like to look at me, don’t you, Cheung? You needn’t be embarrassed.  I’m not embarrassed, obviously, am I? Do you think I didn’t recognize right away that you like men as I do?”
    Cheung swallowed hard.  He felt more naked than Kot was—as if it were not his attraction to men that had been found out, dragged into the light, but his deception.  Yet despite his desperate discomfort, he couldn’t help but stare, his heart thudding, as Kot coaxed his prick awake, now concentrating more effort there, stroking it, pulling at it, until it strained alert and eager, a fleshy spike thrusting up from a patch of glinting black hair.
    Cheung’s own cock now tented out the material of his loose-fitting white trousers.  He had to reach into them to readjust the painful angle of his erection; there was no sense in further denial of his arousal.  But with his hand on his cock, he found it impossible to let go of it.  He stroked it as Kot fondled his own, across the carpeted room from him.
    “It feels good, doesn’t it?” Kot cooed, his grin lopsided, boyish and mischievous in a way Cheung had found winning from the start.  “Yeah…rub your cock.  Make it hard.  It feels so good.”
    Cheung swallowed harder yet, and let out animperceptible moan.
    Kot gave a nod toward Cheung’s body.  “Take your clothes off.” He made no attempt to approach the other man across the room.  “It’s only fair that I should see you, too.”
    Cheung was beyond questioning the professionalism, the ethics of his actions.  He was not celibate, either…like Kot, did not believe in forgoing the pleasures of life.  Without further hesitation, he removed his white jacket, tossed it across a chair.  He slipped out of the harness of his holster, and carefully draped that across the jacket, his passion too insistent now for him to be alarmed at his own vulnerability.  He next unbuttoned his shirt to bare his smooth, hairless chest, unzipped his pants so that his cock dropped free like a heavy tree falling, so anxious was it to point toward the object of its desire.  Cheung stepped out of his shoes, the trousers, his underpants, until he stood naked across from Kot like a second reflection of the handsome gangster.
    Gazing at each other, Kot grinning and Cheung’s face slack as if he were the stunned victim of his own craving, the two men