About Yarotanji, A Dark Master Story
by Mara Ismine
82 pages / 23300 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-179-1
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Yarotanji enjoys being an elite agent with the Peace Keeper Task Force
and spending his time moving from planet to planet investigating various
potentially dangerous situations. He spends a lot of his time lusting after
Asrayan, his partner for most assignments, on and off the job. Yarotanji
likes his job and his partner, people trying to damage his person and
unrequited lust aside.
But he has a very bad feeling about the new assignment he and Asrayan have
been given. It should be a walk in the park compared to their normal
assignments. And it is - until things get complicated and those difficulties
threaten his hard won friendship with Asrayan.
Yarotanji and Asrayan first appeared as secondary characters in the novel
Smoke.
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Yarotanji watched the slender, red headed man move
through the shadows, and licked his lips. Asrayan was a work of art in
motion, each movement precise and yet flowing, a contradiction like the man
himself. Ji couldn't help wondering, yet again, if Rayan brought that same
precise, flowing skill to fucking. Not that Ji was ever likely to find out.
Rayan had made his distaste for the idea, and Ji, painfully obvious.
It was surprising that they worked so well together, when Asrayan seemed to
disapprove of everything about Ji outside of work. But they had been working
together successfully for three years now.
Ji stifled a sigh and followed his partner. He was supposed to be watching
Rayan's back not Rayan’s ass. Their current mission was to check out a
warehouse near the secondary port of Vartan, here on Mrimi. It was a low
risk, low priority assignment that they had received almost by default just
because they happened to be on the planet. They were one of the Peace Keeper
Task Force's elite teams, and this was a routine task that would usually be
assigned to a rookie team.
Ji tried to convince himself that it was a pleasant change of pace from
their usual high risk missions. A simple enter and search with no one
shooting at them, just a walk in the park really, only parks were much more
attractive than this shabby district.
Vartan's portside warehouse district looked much like any other portside
warehouse district on any of the other planets he had visited. It was
depressingly like where he had grown up; just a few streets away the bars
and flophouses clung together, jittering into life as the sun set. The
accents were a little different, the mix of drugs not quite the same, but it
reminded him of his childhood on Canidan. No matter how far he ran, he
always seemed to end up back where he had run from.