Futuristic, GLBT, Yaoi/Manga

SWEEPERS - BOOK ONE
BITTERSWEET REVENGE
 Auburnimp
Rated: The Iron Maiden
Length: Scroll
Price: $4.99
ISBN: 1-60180-044-4

Cross-dressing adrenaline junkie Tsuki is happy with his lover Hiro, despite the man's gambling addiction.

Hiro puts up with Tsuki's craving for adventure to fuel his adrenaline addiction and often gets dragged into crazy stunts, like sky-diving.

But Hiro knows too much about the casino owner, Kazuya.

Tsuki approaches the Sweepers, a group of bounty hunters, for help. He wants to avenge his lover himself, however, and the Sweepers will have their hands full trying to keep him alive.

Excerpt:

When they arrived home, Hiro was not in the least bit surprised when Tsuki grabbed his hand and dragged him off to the bedroom. He knew his lover well enough by now to know that an adrenaline high always put him in exactly the right mood for lovemaking. He smiled as he allowed himself to be pulled along. Tsuki's dangerous stunts might worry him at times, but the aftermath was usually nothing short of spectacular.

“Get that ugly jumpsuit off while I get the bath filled,” Tsuki said.
 
Hiro raised a brow in surprise. “You want a bath first?”
“Dear gods, yes! You smell as if you came down in a cowpat and I'm pretty sure I smell as bad!” Tsuki took an experimental sniff at himself and made a face. “Or perhaps I smell even worse than you do.”

Hiro chuckled softly, but he couldn't fault Tsuki's logic. They both smelled of sweat, whatever it was that the countryside always stank of and in his case, the miasma left by sheer, stark terror. Grimacing, he stripped off his clothes without further argument while Tsuki ran them both a bath.
He dumped the dirty clothing in the hamper and wandered naked into the bathroom. Tsuki was already in the hot, steamy water smiling wickedly up at him like some erotic fantasy come to life. He lost no time in rinsing off over the wooden slats that covered the drain before joining his lover in the large tub.

Tsuki's hands ran down his sides. “You want me to wash your back?” he asked huskily.

“Mmm.” Okay, so it wasn't exactly scintillating repartee, but it was all he could manage with his lover's hands running over his body so possessively.

“I'll take that as a yes, shall I?”

He managed a nod and let the remains of the tension from the jump seep out of his body under Tsuki's skilful hands. His lover washed his back and hair thoroughly before climbing out of the tub to change places with him.

“I suppose that means it's my turn to wash your back.”

“Something like that,” Tsuki said, glancing back over his shoulder and grinning broadly.

“You're a minx, you know that, don't you?”

Tsuki shot him a look of overdone innocence from under long, thick lashes. “Who me?”

Chuckling, Hiro washed his lover's back and sides and chest and every other part of that lithe form that he could reach before he worked on his hair. Gods, how he loved Tsuki's body: a body that looked equally good in tight jeans or the vintage gothic dresses and corsets he was so fond of. Fifty years ago, he would not have looked out of place in one of the visual kei bands that were so popular at the time.

He smiled as Tsuki leaned his head back to rest on his shoulder, making low noises of appreciation. His lover was beauty personified, and he often wondered what the hell the man saw in him. He was nothing special, with his dark brown hair and eyes of the same uninspiring colour.

“You had enough of bathing, sweetheart?” he whispered against the blue-streaked darkness of Tsuki's hair.

“Yeah, time for bed,” Tsuki murmured, although he didn't move.

“It means actually getting out of the bath, Tsuki,” he said with a grin.

His lover sighed and clambered out of the bath, draping a towel round his waist as he did so. He climbed out in his turn and let the water out before grabbing the other towel to dry himself with. Tsuki chuckled suddenly, grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom.

“You're such a pain at times,” he muttered, though without any heat or real meaning in the words. He loved Tsuki just the way he was: effeminate, graceful, daring and sexy as all hell.

Of course, Tsuki knew it. “You wouldn't want me any other way, Hiro baby.
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