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Curious Curiosities

 

 

"Tenpou? Oi, you in here?" Kenren could feel the grime from the military manœuvers gritting in every crack of his body. He hated bathing out of helmets, never got decently clean. He scrubbed every square inch until his skin was as red as his hair. Anxious as he was to see the Marshal, he gave in to the luxury of a soak.

 

"No, no, no. That can't possibly be what he was thinking. He should have known that the scent of horse blood would be enough to drive the elephants insane, making them go rogue. It's not as if he had no access to horses, after all."

He pushed his glasses up from his nose and rubbed the bridge in thought.

The cigarette ash fell far short of its destined target, with no notice of its owner. Long, tapering fingers furiously turned text pages, comparing them to one another. Pulling out a codex with illustrations, an ink and nicotine stained digit traced pictures along, following a fairly obscure language of Down Below.

"This account has to be faulty." He emptied the last of the large jugs for to-day. "This is the best tea the Emperor has ever served."

 

General Kenren shook the road out of his black, leather duster, it reminded him of Tenpou. Lighting himself a smoke, he decided to see if Tenpou were at home or one of his other haunts.

Making his way to the slightly neglected building, he could immediately see that the long, dark haired man was not there.

Nothing stirred there, dust was still thick on the door-sill, it had been a long while. His next place was the library, then Konzen's, then the bar, then his office, providing he himself could remember how to get there. He'd only been there once, which was probably only one less time than Tenpou himself had been there.

He patted the duster's pocket to be sure his gift was still there. Once satisfied, he ambled easily off toward the central building, housing the library.

 

 

A tentative knock sounded at the solid oak doors. "Field Marshal Tenpou? Sir? Are you there, Sir? We have your 'tea' Sir, from the Emperor..." Several minutes of silence followed.

The sound of slipped feet on stone approached the door. The bolt was drawn back and the rumpled Marshal permitted entrance.

"Eh, what's that? Tea? Wonderful, please, come in." An expansive smile crossed his face.

Ten pages in livery, each carrying an earthen-ware jar half his height, were ushered in, being directed where to unload their burdens.

 

 

Arranging the new soldiers with the others that littered the book filled floor, Tenpou was pleased with himself. He had finally come up with a time keeping method that he could rely on.

Taking one of the jars with him he settled down on the floor behind the desk, drawing his knees to his chest.

He balanced the book on his knees where he could comfortably read it, on one side he had the now opened jar, nearly shoulder high since he made the floor his seat of choice with a small sake bowl.

On the other side were his cigarettes, lighter and ashtray, still full of butts and ash. He dipped the jade sake bowl into the jar, filling it.

Draining it on the first drink, he smiled in appreciation. Exquisite tasting. Without even looking, he shook out a brown papered stick, which he lit and inhaled deeply from. He filled the bowl again, exhaled through his nose slowly and began caressing the pages of the book with his eyes.

Kenren was sent out on patrol yesterday and would be gone for at least a week. He sighed. Sad to say, he truly did miss his unruly General. Walks in the garden, avoiding official duties together, stealing kisses and touches.

He forced his attention back to the leaves in front of him. A new approach to war. Fascinating.

 

Kenren passed the ten pages on the way in. Huh, must be looking for Tenpou as well. Must be something terribly important, as they rarely sent out entire search parties for him until he had destroyed something or been missing for a week.

For a moment, his stomach dropped, what if something had happed to Tenpou, surely they would have told him when he reported back, right...? He pull a swig from the ever-present bottle of rice wine (non-regulationâ„¢).

Laughing, he waved his hand, shaking his head, what could Tenpou do in this short of period time? He thought of the number of destroyed items and quickly thought of something else... anything else.

Arriving at the impressive, thick doors of ornamented oak, he first tried to determine if they were locked...a library for public use, locked... now there was an oxymoron.

"Oi, Tenpou, you here?"

He pushed, and met with resistance, but not a locking mechanism. Probably more books. This place had to be cleaned on a weekly basis, else Tenpou would take all the books off the shelves and arrange them in neat stacks where only he could find things.

The resistance hadn't been books, they were huge sake jars. Dozens of them.

"Ten-chan?"

Perhaps if he had been drinking, he had passed out.

"You drunk, or you honestly passed out, Ten-chan?"

"SLURP." A curling wisp of smoke rose from behind the book encrusted desk.

"Oi, you just ignoring me or are you making it a point to not share whatever you're drinking with your pal?"

He threaded his way through the standing earthen-ware soldiers to the desk. Making a calculated sortie, he chose which side would be best to approach the engrossed Marshal.

"Ten-chan, are you still hiding away in your book, or are you going to talk to me?"

Bending down on his knees, he took the book that so occupied the attention of Gensui Tenpou. The Field Marshal's head snapped up in alarm and surprise.

"Kenren, did they cancel your manœuvers?"

The red-head smiled wistfully. Leave him to loose all track of time.

"I've been gone a week and I missed you. I need you Ten-chan. I want you, now." He pulled the still burning butt from between Tenpou's lips, as he drew the man closer to himself by the collar. Unresistantly Tenpou leaned into that kiss, making it all the more passionate.

"Does that feel like I've only been gone one day?"

"My, my. I should say not." He guided his hand to Kenren's crotch. "Mmm. And neither does this."

"Don't start something you can't finish." He buried his nose in Tenpou's neck, licking and nibbling ears, throat, which ended under his chin. Tenpou moaned in expectation.

"You know full well we won't make it home before one of us takes advantage of the other."

"Yeah, I know." Kenren was pulling at Tenpou's tie, shirt and coat, trying to fight them all at once, but loosing the battle.

Tenpou's gentle hands held the other's tightly still, while he stood. Meticulously methodical, Tenpou folded books, putting them into stacks. These stacks he arranged around his soldiers until the desk free of debris.

He dipped the bowl into the wine jar again, offering it to Kenren, who drank it gratefully. Tenpou helped himself to one as well, sealing the open jar afterwards,.

"Mmm. Damn good shit."

"I thought my tastes in tea had improved."

"Ten-chan, that's not tea. It's rice wine. And from its taste, from the Gods' own table."

"Aa, that would explain a few things." His voice was teasing as he reached for a kiss playfully.

Kenren slid his duster off, as Tenpou worked his own clothing. Bare chested they threw themselves at each other with a tempest of love.

The General won the first round by lifting the Marshal onto the edge of the desk.

He wedged his way between Tenpou's knees, grinding his own arousal with the mound he found there. Tenpou's head rolled back.

"Ken-chan, I have missed you." Kenren was operating on Tenpou's belt and trousers. There was already a damp spot on Tenpou's briefs.

Taking in the sight of that reined in erection made Kenren want it all the more. Dipping his hands beneath the band, Kenren started working them down over his hips to his knees.

When his moisture laden member was exposed to the cool air, Tenpou shuddered with excitement.

Now free of its confines, his manhood sought refuge, anywhere. Kenren kissed Tenpou deeply, their tongues exploring one another as friends that haven't met in a long while.

They took their time learning the curves and caves of each respective mouth.

Tenpou continued to moan deep in the back of his throat as he rubbed himself against those lovely muscles of Kenren's abdomen.

"How many have you had to-day Ten-chan?"

Tenpou's mind was far from thinking clearly at the moment. "How many whats? I haven't had nearly enough of you yet. We've just started." His voice was a fuzzy murmur.

"How many jars of rice wine. You reek of it."

"Mmm, three, no, four I think. I finished off yesterday's ration. I'm not drunk, just horny"

"I can see that." He fondled the phallus in question with admiration.

"So, do something about it." Tenpou was sounded almost peevish.

"Is that an order, Sir?" Kenren stood at attention, no longer holding his lover and technically ranking officer.

"What the hell do you think? I don't have anyone in my command who can't think for themselves. I give them to Li Touten."

His voice had gone soft. Danger bells went off in Kenren's mind. He decided to ignore them. Danger was fun too, after all.

Tenpou was nearly on his feet.

"You mean something like this, Sir?" Such an innocent question. Kenren kneeled down, licking the soft scrotum, continuing with broad short strokes to the tip, which he kissed tenderly.

Long fingers tangled themselves in his hair, yanking down hard. Kenren refused to be forced into doing anything. He pushed Tenpou back into a reclining position on the surface. Searching Tenpou's desk, he found what he was looking for.

With a sigh of relief, he unzipped his fly, letting his manhood have its freedom at last.

Removing the last of Tenpou's clothing, Kenren stretched him with his fingers, while lubricating Tenpou. Lastly, he oiled his own need and took Tenpou fully.

"Kono otoko no mutiri sita osiri wa, hakkiri itte isshu no hanzai da ne!*"

 

He unleashed his full pent up fury upon the man he loved. Battle-hardened hands caressed Tenpou's eager hardness. An animalistic howl of joy escaped the Marshal's lips.

 

Thrusts and strokes became increasingly frantic. Tenpou felt the beginning of Kenren's orgasm, deep within him. Hot, seed penetrated his innermost recesses, filling him.

 

His own pleasure answered in kind. He arched until he was face to face with his paramour and keeper once more.

 

Encircling his neck, he claimed Kenren's mouth as his personal territory. For once, the General happily surrendered.

 

Withdrawing his limp member as slowly as possible, caused Tenpou to gasp at its absence.

 

"We could have a better time, if we were home in bed, drinking this excellent wine, smoking some superb cigars. And having even better sex."

 

Grabbing the General's thigh, their positions were suddenly reversed.

 

"That sounds wonderful, but I'm not ready to go yet." His eyes dilated from passion gave Kenren a fairly good idea what was to follow.

 

He had missed this quiet man, with the delicate touch which could mete out pleasure and pain equally well.

 

Kenren could hear Tenpou rummaging in his desk. With a triumphant cry, he withdrew a small container inlaid with precious stones of varying colours.

 

Inside was a fine white powder. Kenren swallowed nervously.

 

"Uh, do I want to know what that is, Tenpou?" Tenpou's penchant for experimentation was legendary. Not always good, but legendary.

 

"Mmm? Oh, just a little something I thought would make our session a little more... interesting." Tenpou's eyes glittered.

 

"Interesting is it? I bore you that much?" He drew Tenpou closer, biting his neck.

 

"Afraid of liking it?" His smile was a glimmer of naughtiness.

 

Kenren laughed deeply. "I can take anything you dish out, Ten-chan."

 

"Then, ready yourself General. I will ask no quarter, nor give one." Delicately he tripped his fingers over their now flaccid members, arousing them both.

 

With deliberate slowness, Tenpou licked the muscles from Kenren's throat to his rippling abs. At a snail's pace, continued to his destination further down.

 

The red-haired man squirmed and pushed at his dark-haired lover to hurry the journey he was taking.

 

"All things in good time, my dearest General." His voice vibrated against Kenren's root.

 

Shuddering, Kenren swore softly beneath his rapid breath.

 

Momentarily leaving the object currently under scrutiny, Tenpou opened the ornate box. Taking some of the powder, he spread it upon the moistened tip reaching toward him.

He massaged the end, making sure it was completely covered.

 

With an edge of fear, unknown in Kenren's make-up, he grabbed the lanky man standing between his legs. "Tenpou! What did you do? I can't feel the end of my dick, it's numb!"

 

"Shh. You're fine." He repeated the procedure on himself, never stopping stroking Kenren gently, increasing the friction as he went.

 

Through barely parted lips, Kenren gasped hungrily for air. "Take me, hard, Ten-chan. I want it all."

 

Applying the oil to himself and Kenren, Tenpou grabbed his lover's hips and thrust in with little preparation.

 

Kenren's knuckles blanched as he clung to the the edge of the desk for support.

 

Timing the strokes on Kenren's member with his own thrusting, he brought his General begging for his own release.

 

"Damn you, Tenpou, I need to come. I need it." Through half lidded eyes, the Marshal applied more of the powder, smiling evilly.

 

Tenpou pulled his lover to him, fiercely, darting his tongue through the apature in the embouchure. Encircling the dark-haired man's neck, he increased the depth of the contact between them.

 

Kenren could feel Tenpou rage within him, but without the usual expenditure. That throbbing only increased his own excitement.

 

Curiosity and loss filled Kenren as Tenpou withdrew his erection. He hoped he was going to sample the sweet seed.

 

That too was denied. Tenpou began fastidiously cleaning the both of them with a towel from one of his many food trays.

 

He then dressed himself, after which he gave Kenren the remainder of his.

 

"Ten-chan?"

 

There was still hunger in his lover's eyes. Filling the cup from the previously opened sake jar, he first gave it to Kenren and then took one for himself.

 

"You are one sick son-of-a-bitch."

 

Tenpou transferred a jar from the floor to Kenren's arms, after which he took one for himself.

 

"I believe we have a bed and some excellent cigars awaiting us at home?" He brushed against the lump he found in Kenren's trousers.

 

Having his ache re-awakened, Tenpou slipping the small container into his coat pocket went un-noticed.

 

Once home, they were almost instantly naked, with hands touching every part of one another.

 

"Ten-chan, I'm not sure you deserve this, but, hell, it might help our predicament. I got this for you when I was on the world Below. I saw it and immediately thought of you. Well, us."

 

From his leather duster, he extricated a box, giving it to Tenpou.

 

Studying the box intently, Tenpou carefully tugged at ends until one came loose. Within was a gadget of a design he had never seen.

 

It was the size of a large gourd with four openings approximately five inches in diameter. There were a number of attachments that seemed to fit in these holes.

 

Several were instantly obvious, as the numerous different sized flexible phalluses.

 

Others were not so straight forward... thin rods with rotating heads and flexible fingers. He was delighted and intrigued.

 

Also included were different penis constrictors. Tentatively touching a button on the side, he was rewarded with the thrum of it vibrating.

 

Being slightly breathless, his voice was hoarse, but tender. "Kenren, it's...it's wonderful."

 

Pressing their lips gently together, Tenpou caressed the red-haired man's face, trailing his delicate fingers to their nether regions.

 

"How about we find out exactly what it does?" Tenpou nuzzled into Kenren's neck and shoulder.

 

Sliding and arm behind Tenpou's back and one through his legs, Kenren lifted him and tossed him on the bed.

 

Finding the highest setting, Tenpou began to experiment with combinations of things between them.

 

When morning finally came, the little machine had stopped working. They had found ultimate release.

 

Kenren was more satisfied than he had ever been in his life, Tenpou was keeping more secrets.

 

They shared sake and cigars, cuddling together happily.

 

"Thank you, Ken-chan. That was a wonderful present."

 

"I'm glad you enjoyed it Ten-chan. But you won't tell me about the powder, will you?"

 

"..."

 

Tenpou had already fallen asleep.

 

Curling up with him, Kenren felt the warmth of deep contentment and love close around him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

* Kono otoko no mutiri sita osiri wa, hakkiri itte isshu no hanzai da ne: A tight ass like this man's ought'a be a crime.