Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2010 15:14:36 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: International Secret Service (06/16 beginning)

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INTERNATIONAL SECRET SERVICES
By Andrej Koymasky © 2010
Written on June 16, 2002
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Matthew Templar

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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.

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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..."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7

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