Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)
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				Title: <strong>Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 17:07:06</strong>
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				Kenji moved as gracefully as the audience believed he should, on stage. The outdoor Kabuki drew a large audience every night, and he, playing the graceful delicate Geisha, to the terrible warlord of their play, was quite often the focus of that audience.<br><br>Still, being seventeen and still able to preform popular roles was something of an accomplishment. Though, that was probably the reason that he was called Kei, far more often than Kenji. A gentle flick of the wrist and his fan covered his mask, another&nbsp; and it fluttered. It was time for the play to end, and he retreated in true subservient fashion from his character's master, disappearing offstage, while the large man closed out the evening.<br><br>Kei immediately set about removing his costume, the bizzarely colourful kimono, the large mask. Kei was, a girl, or rather, for all intents and purposes a girl. He was a boy, as the Kabuki required, but he played a girl, dressed as one, and was quite often mistaken for one, if he was to entertain some lord who wished to have dinner with the cast, and was forced by the Kabuki owner to paint his face like a courtly lady. He was not unaccustomed to the company of men, either. Being a Kabuki, his company was available for purchase following the show, no doubt where he would be going next, if some of the looks he'd been getting from the front row had been those of men with money to spare. Still, he was lucky, in that the Kabuki owner had decided he was for the show alone, and had expressly forbidden anything that might leave him in the least bit unable to preform the next day.<br><br>"Kei!" said one of the older preformers loudly, as he walked into the dressing area, "what would the master say!" He said it, but didn't mean it. Kei was naked, and still staring at his wardrobe. The other preformer was Ikata, and more fun than most.<br><br>"Probably, 'come here...'" he joked, picking out a calm blue kimono, and getting dressed again. When he was done, he pulled his hair up, and set it in place with a comb, and sighed.<br><br>"I don't suppose there is any chance of a night off," he said to himself.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 21:07:00</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i585.photobucket.com/albums/ss291/playdohdo/Semes/s3col_anonib.jpg)<br><br>Within the expansive room, there were a multitude of seats lined up for the audience to watch the beautiful specimens on stage. Singing, dancing, acting, whatever they did seemed to captivate the audience and keep them quiet until the very end. When the curtains closed slightly so the owner could come out, that was when the audience roared with applause, whistling and making quite a racket. This was all a bit much for a certain individual, sitting silently at a small table at the corner of the room. It was hidden in the darkness, a place that he preferred to be no matter what situation he was in. There was no doubting that there was truly a beast in the darkness though, for one could see the silhouette of the man, and even that was intimidating enough to keep people away from him. A large hand came up, fingers catching hold of the pipe between his lips to draw it away so he could let the fumes out of his lungs. While there was such loud applauding, Kyou was just observing the aftermath of the play. He was a frequent visitor to the teahouse, almost enough as to where this table he was at was reserved for him during each play. <br><br>So why was it that no one even really knew his name? No one besides the owner of the establishment, it seemed. The man stared about the audience quietly as they chatted with one another, describing favorite actors of the play and what their favorite moments were. The shadowed man let out a sigh, tobacco smoke following, before he slowly rose onto his feet. Stepping out of the shadows, one would truly understand why this man was considered so intimidating and terrifying. Compared to other men of the country, the man was an absolute giant. Standing at a full six feet and five inches, the man easily towered over the small kabuki and other men of the city. Not only that, but the man was obviously built like a rock, solid as could be underneath the dark yukata that covered his torso and lower half. The man's pipe still hung lazily from his lips as he exited the theater room, stepping out into the hallway. It was far too loud for a man like him to be in a bustling place like that. His love for theater and to watch the beautiful kabuki singing and dancing, however, was all too worth it. He would deal with the loudness of the city just to see one glimpse of these kabuki during their finest hours.<br><br>He removed the pipe from his lips and let out a slow sigh. No one really knew the man other than the owner of the teahouse, and that was a good thing, too. For if one knew his name, they would surely know his reputation, and that just wasn't in the best interest of himself or the people around him. It would terrify others even more than the look of him. Despite being so tall and powerful, other than that, the man was truly rugged and as handsome as could be. Well, as handsome as a middle-aged man could be, of course.<br><br>For this was Kyou Goji, a fabled and legendary warrior from the empire. Why in the world would he be in a small city like this?</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 21:32:36</strong>
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				In his younger years, Kei had often wondered if one day some lord or even perhaps lady (with enough leeway with her master for such things) would buy out his contract from the Kabuki owner. He'd forgotten any kind of real desire for such things, but at times he wondered if it might make his life a bit less chaotic.<br><br>The show had finished, and now he was sitting, knelt&nbsp; quite stiffly, leaning forward ever so slighty to pour sake for the two men who the owner had sent him to entertain. They paid very little attention to him, though when they did speak to him, it was clear that both were the kind that would have quickly dispensed with clothing, were they allowed to do so with him. He had no doubt the night would end with one or both of them unconscious, and him with only the last part of his dignity intact. Still, it wasn't so bad, younger men in the Kabuki had it worse, even if they weren't forced to entertain quite so often.<br><br>There was a shadow moving past the screens, in the hall, a very large one, and Kei instinctively got up from his place to kneel before the screen and pull it across, to shield from view the increasingly amorous guests he was to entertain. He'd had more than a few instances where someone mistook him for a woman, and assumed that his honour was being compromised. A hand inside the top half of his Kimono, which was something he often contended with, could look, very disturbing to some were he mistaken for an unmarried girl of the noble class, which he very well might've been, from his fine Kimono.<br><br>As he prepared to pull the screen across, however, he caught sight of the man in the hall. He'd never seen a man so tall, he was, it seemed a vertiable giant. Kei himself was not even five feet tall, but the man must have been six and half. He was handsome too, and obviously a warrior. Kei blushed when he realized that he was staring, and drew the screen across. He'd never seen the man before, but with the theatre lighting, it only meant he didn't sit in the first two rows.<br><br>Kei sighed, and returned to his guests, pouring more sake yet again, and hoping the two became too drunk to be desirous quickly enough that he'd have some of the night to himself.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 13:06:47</strong>
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				The end of the pipe smoked slowly while he leaned back against the wall, peering upward to the ceiling. The truth was, after the shows ended, the majority of the guests headed off to go back to their own homes. Only a choice few stayed afterward to enjoy the entertainment of the kabuki, whether it be pouring sake or just having a nice bit of conversation with them. Of course, who honestly wanted conversation with beauties like these kabuki? No, the only thing most men were interested in was to get their clothing off. It disgusted Kyou, for perhaps he was the only man in this whole teahouse that had no ill thoughts of the gorgeous dancers. Sure, he found them to be beautiful and captivating, but just the thought of paying them for a night of passion made his skin crawl. For the truth was, despite his terrible past and the violence that he had shown in so many situations, Kyou was quite the soft, gentle giant.<br><br>As the main room cleared out, he returned to it and resumed his seat in the shadows where he had been before. As he sat there, the owner of the teahouse noticed the shadowy figure and quickly made his way over to greet the large man. "Konbanwa, Kyou-san." The owner bowed his head and settled down across from the large samurai, who gave a gentle bow of his head in response to the greeting. The owner glanced over to Kei and whistled slightly, snapping his fingers. "Kei!" He whispered harshly, trying to get the boy's attention. The man was by no means a vicious boss or anything like that. He made sure that the kabuki were comfortable and well-taken care of.<br><br>When the kabuki finally did make his way over, the owner gave a grin. "Would you mind getting some sake for my friend and I, here?" He questioned. Kyou's dark eyes peered to the small kabuki, his face as stoic as could be, yet deep inside, interest had been sparked. He gave a bow of his head to the small male, the corner of his lips curling slightly into what could be considered a smile.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 17:33:27</strong>
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				Kei responded to his name much like any hound might, and appeared at the owner’s side. The question, phrased like a mild request was naturally treated like a command, and Kei gave a small bow to convey his assent, and then stood again, to retrieve a large bottle of sake for the two of them.<br><br>Kei returned, sitting on the third side of the small table that held the glasses for sake. He kept his eyes low as he poured their drinks, not really wanting to look up into the large man’s eyes. He was almost thankful for this duty, though, and he wore a softer look on his face, not a smile, but at very least he must’ve seemed like he was enjoying himself.<br><br>What was amazing was the things he could learn. His last two customers now found themselves unconscious, drunk, and touching each other more than they’d managed to him, but he’d found out an interesting fact about a Heisei lord cheating a Genji in a land deal. Not that such information ever because of any use to him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 19:09:10</strong>
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				The owner gave a happy grin as Kei returned with the large bottle of sake for the both of them. "Arigatou, Kei." He bowed his head and looked back to the large man that sat across from him in the shadows. A sudden commotion from the other side of the room alerted the owner, however, and he quickly rose up to go qualm it. "Stay here and keep Kyou-san company, Kei." He informed, patting the boy's back lightly before rushing over toward the other corner to calm down a drunken brawl that was going on. It was not every day that such things happened in this teahouse, but he was aware that the sake served could have quite an effect on the people with a low tolerance for alcohol.<br><br>The shadowed man peered toward the commotion before turning his attention to Kei. There was a long bout of silence before the handsome warrior bowed his head and motioned to the seat that the owner had been occupying. "Your performance was lovely. Perhaps one of the best I've seen in quite a long time." His deep, baritone voice echoed as he complimented the young male. He gently held his hand out, the large, rough palm taking hold of the small kabuki's hand. He brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the back of it. "Kyou Goji. A pleasure to meet you." He murmured softly. A name like that was known everywhere, for this man was a legend in the country.<br><br>Why he was in a small teahouse like this, though? It was hard to tell.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 19:51:51</strong>
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				Kyou Goji. It was a name he knew but it took him a moment to place it. Partly because of the fact that he felt the blood rush to his face when the large man kissed his hand, an action wholly in between the formality with which lords usually treated him, and the lust that lower class warriors showed.<br><br>Once he placed the name, of course, he realized exactly why the man looked so impressive. "Arigato, Kyou sama," he replied quickly, bowing quickly, down until his forehead nearly touched his palms.<br><br>Kyou Goji was one of those names where each account of him was vastly different from the last, except that in all, he was a peerless swordsman. Kei knew something of the art himself, though his training was that of a lady assassin. He knew how to wield a blade, though not in the traditional manner, he had no strength for that. Instead his technique was one-handed and reversed combining drawing with strking. Suitable for tea houses and households where drawing a sword was nearly unforgivable. Still he'd never killed, and wondered what Kyou must be like to forge such a reputation for his mastery.<br><br>"I did not realize we had such a guest tonight," he said, pouring tea, instead of sake, for himself.<br><br>"I am glad you enjoyed it," he said, "did you sit in the back? I did not see you in the front..."<br><br>Normally guests of honour sat to the front, where, sometimes, the actors could acknowledge them. In the play that night he'd had to sit on a man's lap as a joke in the first act, and get pushed off of course, but he knew he would've chosen Kyou, even without knowing who he was.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 19:58:08</strong>
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				Kyou gave a quiet chuckle as the boy thanked him and blushed so brightly due to his form of... well, gentlemanly behavior, for lack of a better term. "No one really knows of my presence in this teahouse most of the time. I come here every time you all have a show. I just make an effort to hide myself from the general public." Stories of where the man had gone after the empire were muddled and no one was really certain, so it was an honor for Kei to know where the man was right now. "Do be certain not to tell anyone about me being here though, hm? The only person who knows is the owner of this little establishment and I've already gotten his word that he won't tell a soul about it." He rubbed his heavily stubbled chin and leaned back, taking a drink from his sake cup.<br><br>"Indeed. I tend to sit back here most of the time." He murmured, looking down to the boy and lifting a brow. "I suppose I've never gotten the chance to ask someone this... why all this, hm?" He tilted his head, leaning against the wall. "Why take up this life? It's a very beautiful one to say the least, but being tied down to one establishment seems to be a bit... stifling, I suppose."
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 21:45:23</strong>
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				Kei was confused by his question, not entirely sure how to answer.<br><br>"Did you choose to become a samurai?" he asked, knowing that one could not become a samurai at all, one had to be born into it, and no amount of skill could make a peasant into one. "I was born to be a kabuki," he said, "had I not played the beauties, I would play some minor character, or, had I grown taller, and more like, yourself, however impossible that seems, I would play great heros, but I would, nonetheless, be a Kabuki."<br><br>He wasn't sure if his explanation sufficed for what Kyou wanted to know, and so he continued with a more, literal explaination.<br><br>"Like life-long Geisha, the very best, we are bound by contracts," he said, "I must preform, or serve the Kabuki in whatever way the owner requires, until my contract ends."
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 01:39:36</strong>
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				The large man was quiet, for he did not know much about the intricacies of kabuki. Sure, he enjoyed coming and watching them perform, but he knew nothing about how the system worked. The big samurai sipped slightly upon his sake as Kei explained to him all the inner workings of a kabuki dancer. "I see..." He murmured. He knew much about contracts, having been assigned to take care of bandits in regions, wipe out rebels, whatever it took to keep the people happy. However, he had the feeling that a kabuki contract lasted much longer than one for a samurai. "I suppose I do understand what you're talking about, then." He rubbed his chin and leaned back against the wall, being situated perfectly to just relax against it if he so desired.<br><br>"And how long does a contact usually last? How do they end?" He questioned. He had this free time with one of the kabuki, so he had all the right to ask a few questions, right?
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 04:49:33</strong>
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				"Usually, ten years," said Kei, taking a sip of tea before continuing, "but it depends on the parents making the contract, and the young kabuki in question. Contracts end when the term does, or, if they include a payment option the kabuki can work off it's value. Until the end of the contract, however the contract can only be transferred, not broken, though if you pay it off yourself, you gain the equivalent of freedom by controlling your own contract."<br><br>He didn't mention his own contract, if only because he sensed that Kyou wanted to learn, not to hear about his concerns. His parents had...beeen quite quite desparate when they signed his contract.
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 15:18:45</strong>
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				"Ten years, hm? That's not a long time considering that you've been born as a kabuki, yes?" He had no idea how long the boy had really been <em>working</em> as a kabuki, rather than just training to be one, however. "Either way, I'm sure the time will fly by." He could see something in the boy's eye, perhaps a sparkle of sadness, mentioning these contracts. Kyou was a very observant man, so he noticed little glimmers in the eyes, subtle changes in the demeanor of someone... it all hinted at a change in emotion, and there was no doubt that Kei felt a bit different now.<br><br>"How long is your contract, little one?" He questioned, slipping his pipe back to his mouth and smoking slowly while he had... well, the first real conversation with someone in a long time.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 15:40:18</strong>
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				Kei blushed a little at being called, "little one." he wasn't sure if he liked it or not, but he was inclined to think he did, as, coming from Kyou it sounded quite pleasant.<br><br>"Thirty years," he said, "...more sake?"<br><br>He wished to change the subject. He knew Kyou was only curious, but he felt like disclosing his problems was a bad as crying on someone's shoulder, though, that too was an impulse he needed to control from time to time.
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 05:11:25</strong>
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				The man actually choked on his sake at the boy's revelation. Thirty years? The man's eyes actually widened as he stared at the boy. "Thirty years?" It seemed far too long for a kabuki to be working. The boy had to be around twenty at the moment, and he had no idea when his contract had started, but there was no doubt that the kabuki would be middle-aged by the time his contract was over. However, Kyou figured that the boy enjoyed his work here, so perhaps it wasn't so much a punishment as Kyou saw it. "Er... of course. Arigatou." He bowed his head and held his cup out, watching the liquid filling it slowly.<br><br>"Then do you have any plans for after your contract ends?"
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 05:33:33</strong>
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				"I suppose I will continue to work if I can," he said,"I cannot take up another profession, such things must be practiced when young, and I have no money with which to do anything else."<br><br>He didn't mention that it was likely that his beauty would fade, and so would his roles, leaving either,&nbsp; selling his body, or death as his true two options, for, with his body, he would never be able to play the hero, or even a male, on stage.<br><br>He sipped his tea with grace, being deliberate and measured in his actions. He was saying more than he usually did, though he knew that Kyou was a special guest and therefore, not one he could simply deflect the questions from and give an lusty look to placate. 
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 13:07:11</strong>
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				The boy's professionalism astounded the large man. He did not expect someone to be so ready for every question he had to throw out there. The man sipped his sake gently and gave a slight bow of his head. "Here's to that then, I suppose." He held his sake cup up briefly and glanced over as the owner began to return from settling the quarrel. "Sumimasen." He apologized, nodding his head to both of them and settling down beside Kei. "I hope you had a nice conversation?" He grinned slightly to Kyou and then back to one of his most cherished kabuki. Kyou gave a slight nod in response and sipped his sake slowly, finishing off the cup.<br><br>"Lovely, then. I'm going to retire for the night. The other kabuki are finishing the cleaning backstage, so make sure to help them a bit before you get to bed, Kei." He pat the kabuki's shoulder lightly and then rose, disappearing out of the room.<br><br>"Is there anything you need help with?" Kyou inquired lightly, his fingers rubbing slightly at his jawline to scratch one of the scars that laid underneath the stubble. "I'd be more than happy to help clean."
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 15:51:48</strong>
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				"No, sir, I couldn't accept," said Kei, with another bow, as he prepared to leave.<br><br>"Thank you for the conversation," he said, "it was very, nice, to talk for a while like that..."<br><br>He knew what he wanted. Kei knew that he wanted to reach over to his own shoulder and pull back his kimono. He wanted to because Kyou seemed so, magnificent, so powerful when sat there, and Kei&nbsp; almost wished he was a bit more like the others, though, with this man, he knew the owner wouldn't be able to refuse him an entire night.<br><br>"Do you need anything else, before I say goodnight?" he asked. He silently prayed for some lure suggestion which might give him cause to stay and entertain longer, but knew it likely wasn't in Kyou's nature.
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 13:39:46</strong>
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				The large samurai gave a bow of his head in understanding. He did find that the lack of a conversation would definitely make his night a bit less exciting, but being opened up to conversation with such a beauty was truly an honor in his mind. "Of course, Kei-san." He took hold of the boy's hand and pressed one final kiss to the back of it. "I agree. It was definitely nice. I do hope I will get the opportunity to speak with you again some day?" He questioned. The boy was a unique creature to say the least. There was no doubt that he exuded such beauty and finesse in his art, which astounded and entranced the big man.<br><br>"Iie, I will be fine." He explained. "Though I'll be certain to see you again soon." He bowed his head. The large warrior had paid for a room within the teahouse on these nights, unknown to the kabuki themselves. Kyou made certain to keep as unknown as possible, though the owner was quite nervous about having his kabuki assaulted or taken advantage of, so he had hired Kyou on these nights to keep them well-protected. "Do have a wonderful night, hm?" He gave a handsome smile, squeezing his hand gently in the much bigger one.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 16:35:26</strong>
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				"Of course we will speak again," said Kei, blushing slightly from the kiss. He felt a kind of warmth at the kiss that didn't have anything to do with Kyou's lips.<br><br>"I will, thank you," he said finally, knowing that he would, in fact have a wonderful night. He wasn't much given to fantasy, but he felt his mind already turning over Kyou's form in his imagination, and he had a feeling he'd be having pleasant dreams.<br><br>He squeezed Kyou's hand in return, as a show of, affection, he supposed, it was nice to do something for Kyou in return, because a return kiss on the hand was, well, a bit much, and a little out of his realm of experience, after all, he rarely did more than fake an interest in his customers.<br><br>He turned away from Kyou and left quickly, not wanting to linger and make his internal state more apparent. However, the moment he got backstage he slumped down into a pile of linens and pulled open his kimono. He felt flushed, hot and uneasy. Still, he kind of enjoyed it.<br><br>He didn't entertai questions, and shortly got up to help the others with work. It was almost done anyway, and they didn't really expect his help. As far as they were concerned, the more he entertained, the better it was for them. 
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				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 13:03:50</strong>
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				Kyou watched as the flushed boy rushed off behind the curtains, perhaps embarrassed by Kyou's show of affections. IT was rare for the man to give such affections when they were not needed, so the boy truly was honored to be given such attention by the regal warrior. His lips curled into a handsome smile while he watched Kei disappearing behind the curtains, the commotion soon filling the air of the boys moving things around and cleaning up behind stage. He figured they had a lot of work to do, so he rose up and let them be for now. The pipe was placed back between his lips, Kyou smoking slowly as he ascended the stairs to the highest floor of the teahouse.<br><br>No one would expect a bedroom to be up here. This floor was used mostly for storage, yet one of the rooms was designed for Kyou. He had the best view of outside so he could see if someone was trying to sneak in during the night. He gave a gentle sigh and stretched, settling down upon the large futon that was set up. He was exhausted and planned on getting some rest, though knew his sleep would be light since he had to hear for any sign of intrusion.<br><br>It was nearing twelve AM or so when Kyou carefully came downstairs. The man was thirsty for some tea, yet he was being as quiet as possible so no one would notice him.<br><br>Right. The man's size was definitely not going to help him there, as even tiptoes made the ground quiver in protest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 05:19:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kei found himself listening to the groaning footsteps approaching. He knew it was Kyou, and he turned over in his bedroll, staring at the ceiling. Kei hadn't been able to sleep, in part because of the fact that his member was stiff as iron, and he lacked the boldness to masterbate in the common sleeping area like some of the others did.<br><br>The other reason was, of course, that he'd been thinking about Kyou, which had in turn caused his first problem.<br><br>Kei slid quicetly out of bed, and pulled on a very thin white kimono. It was for working on his routines, and served in place of costumes. He realized that it wasn't really warm, despite the late hour, but he felt as though he should see what Kyou was doing, if only because he might need some help, which Kei wanted to provide.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 14:28:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kei would find Kyou within the kitchen of sorts, sitting beside one of the many pots that were used to make tea. He had added a bit of something into the tea to help him calm down, some jasmine leaves that he had managed to find while rummaging through the spices in the pantry. The behemoth of a man was leaning gently against the wall when he heard the dainty footsteps, causing him to tilt his head and peer toward the door. He awaited for the dainty creature to open up said door, and when he saw the outline of the familiar figure, a slow smile crossed his face. "Ah. Kei-san." He bowed gently to the boy. He did not explain himself as to why he was at the teahouse so late or walking around so late, though.<br><br>"Couldn't sleep?" He questioned, motioning to the cushion beside him. "I'm making some tea. Perhaps that will help both of our problems, hm?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 17:58:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes," said Kei. He took to the cushion beside Kyou, sitting perhaps, slightly closer than he should've.<br><br>"I did not know you were staying the night," he said, "are you...going to be in town long, or..."<br><br>Kei supposed he might've been being slightly tactless, he wasn't really sure how else to ask, but he did want to know. He was aware it gave the impression that he wanted Kyou there, which he did, though for one like himself, who was not supposed to have a preferred guest, much like a Geisha should not, it was probably something he would've regretted if he'd thought Kyou was the type to talk about the fact that Kei did indeed prefer him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 18:19:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyou didn't mind the closeness whatsoever. Him being in such a risky line of work prevented him from being close to many people, so to have someone who was genuinely interested in talking with him was rather comforting to the big man. His lips curled into a handsome smile, causing the wrinkles near his eyes to become a bit more prominent. Kyou was aging slowly, but he was aging definitely well, as he was growing even more handsome and rugged as the days went on. "I live close by." He explained, rubbing his stubbled chin. "Don't tell anyone, but the owner of this teahouse asks for me to stay overnight after each show. Just to protect you kabuki from jealous or lust-driven people in the audience." He explained, pouring himself some tea and some for Kei as well.<br><br>"Here." He handed the tea over. It was delightfully tasty, surprisingly, for Kyou was not a cook or used to making a lot of tea. "Hopefully it will help you get a bit more drowsy." he chuckled, looking down to the boy who was practically leaning against him. he didn't mind at all, even going so far as to slip his gigantic arm around his shoulders, squeezing him gently.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 18:58:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I won't tell," said Kei. He knew he wouldn't, if only because he didn't have anyone he'd rather talk to than Kyou, and certainly nobody he'd have trusted secrets to.<br><br>He felt Kyou's large arm around him, and he leaned closer putting his head back to rest against Kyou's chest. He wasn't really thinking while he did it, about how it would look, or that he was already doing more than he should've, especially when he wasn't supposed to be entertaining. Still, he felt, quite comfortable where he was. He wondered if Kyou could've been one of those lust-driven people, and then decided that if he was, Kei wouldn't be inclined to be hurt. If there was anyone he wished might desire him, it was probably Kyou.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 19:07:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His arm tightened even further as he felt Kei's head leaning against his wide chest, for it showed that the boy enjoyed the contact. He hoped that he didn't seem too forward, for he really did want to speak with the boy and just enjoy their closeness. There was something about Kei that was so tantalizing and... sweet. His dark eyes went down to the small kabuki that was nestled up close to his frame, making the man bring him even closer, squeezing the boy up as close as possible to his solid chest.<br><br>He sipped upon his tea and rested back against the cushions, eyes closing slightly. "Mmm..." His free arm rested behind his head as he reclined slightly against the multiple cushions. "Comfy?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 05:08:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kei hummed his agreement, and smiled. He reached down to the tie which held his kimono together and let it loose. He didn't want to seem to be of little virtue, but he couldn't help it, as he pulled the shoulders of his kimono aside and let his bare skin show from his navel upward. Thankfully, his kimono, though loose, remained draped over his lower half.<br><br>"Very comfortable, Goji Sama," he said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 13:00:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Being able to see the sweet flesh of the kabuki was truly an honor to the samurai. He knew the kabuki were people who did not want to show their bodies to other people. Their customers were pleased with a brief glimpse of a patch of skin on the wrist, which showed how little these kabuki showed off most of the time. So, to be able to lay here with one that had his kimono undone halfway... well, Kyou knew that he must have been very special. He brought him closer to his warm side, his body heat comforting the sweet creature that was nestled in so close against him.<br><br>"Good." He chuckled, fingering the tie upon his own yukata and loosening it a bit as well, the wide, scarred chest now beginning to reveal itself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 06:05:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kei turned his head to see Kyou's chest in the dim light. It seemed so, rugged, yet beautiful. Kei ran his hand down Kyou's chest, and realized it had strayed to far when he passed Kyou's navel and nearly touched his lap.<br><br>Kei withdrew his hand, and pulled his Kimono tight, pulling away from Kyou and standing up,<br><br>"I should be, in bed." he said, "I hope you'll see me tomorrow, the Kabuki are set to entertain in the daytime. Apparently a lord is bringing his retainers to enjoy the next show, and will arrive early, the next show is...in three days, still, I'd be honoured if you'd request me for the day...goodnight, Kyou-sama."<br><br>With that, Kei practically fled. It wasn't that he'd become uncomfortable, but he knew that Kyou might become offended with him if he presumed too much. He was hoping, that perhaps, if Kyou had the whole day, which no doubt the owner would grant him, Kyou could be the one to move forward. Kei had known men who seemed extremely lust filled, who ended up desiring nothing more than close male friendship, even whenthey seemed a bit friendly wit their touching. Kei dreaded Kyou turning out to be one of them, and taking offence, if only because it would end his fantasies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 14:45:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The big samurai's eyes slowly lidded as he felt the hand sliding downward over his bulky chest, along the hardened muscles of his abdomen, and all the way down to his navel. He seemed entirely still and didn't respond until he felt the boy suddenly squirming and rushing to stand up. "Mm?" He blinked, looking up to him and then bowing his head slowly. It was unlike a kabuki to actually speak out his desires to be requested for a day, though Kyou once more felt honored that he was being given the opportunity from this kabuki. He didn't respond to the boy's wishes, only gave him a gentle smile while he rushed back upstairs to head to bed.<br><br>He stirred his tea for a bit longer before downing his portion. He made sure to take the leftovers and save them for the other kabuki in the morning. With that, the huge male made his way up the stairs quietly, and up into the third floor where his bedroom was situated. Usually, the man would leave after the night after the show, but the boy wanted him to stay, no doubt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 22:02:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kei returned to bed, though, getting to sleep proved more difficult, not less. He finally fell into a light, and fantasy filled slumber. He was finally awoken the next morning, by the Kabuki who was closest in age to him, and therefore almost like a friend, a boy he called, Ichi.<br><br>He made his way to his wardrobe after his morning bath, something that was a necessity for those who entertained, finally dressing in a beautiful blue kimono with an ocean pattern, that he considered his favourite. He was excited for the day, but did not show it outwardly. He finally made his way down to the large room where the young Kabuki waited to be chosen by patrons to entertain, either inside the Kabuki house itself, or elsewhere in town, if they were hired for a specific event.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 02:18:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thoughts of the young kabuki filled the man's mind the entire night. It made it difficult to even fall asleep, as he could see the gorgeous face no matter how many times he tried to drift off. The boy's request still hung heavily in his mind from the night before, and Kyou was very seriously considering requesting the boy for the day. Perhaps it would not be anything too intimate or anything like that, though he did want to spend more time with the beautiful kabuki whom had caught his eye. The way he danced, spoke, blushed, smiled... everything about this boy captivated him beyond belief.<br><br>So, when the morning came, Kyou was up and ready as always. His body was situated in the shadowed corner as it had been the night before, sitting cross-legged and sipping softly at his tea. The kabuki were moving around the room happily, speaking and entertaining. However, the owner of the teahouse soon caught onto Kei's upper arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Kei." He spoke, giving a soft smile and nodding toward the shadowed corner. "Kyou-sama's paid... a very hefty amount to spend the day with you, Kei. More than anyone's been paid for in the history of this establishment." He informed. He gave a nod toward the large samurai who had his pipe between his lips, seeming rather content and modest about having paid so much money to have Kei for the day.<br><br>"You don't mind, do you?" Unlike many teahouses, the owner of this one preferred to have the consent of his employees rather than forcing them to spend the day with someone they didn't even like.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 06:46:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kei only gave him a small nod of his ascent, before walking to where Kyou sat. He could practically feel being as close as they'd been the previous night. He immediately sat, as close as he thought appropriate in public.<br><br>"Thank you," he said, "Kyou-sama, would you, like to go somewhere?" he asked.<br><br>Kei could imagine what a day with Kyou might be like. His mind went to strange places when he thought about Kyou, something he'd never really done when entertaining a man. He didn't mention the money, something he'd been shocked by, but too embarassed and conscious of formality.<br><br>"I have heard that the garden near the path up the mountain, is quite large, and very beautiful. With the preparations for the arrival, it might be...quiet, there..." he suggested.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 14:44:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The large warrior gave a gentle bow of his head to the boy, though it was hard to tell whether it was a greeting or an answer to the boy's question. His pipe smoked slowly at the end as he thought to himself. Did he have somewhere in mind? No, not in particular. Just being able to be close to Kei was enough for him, so wherever the boy had to suggest, Kyou would most likely follow like a lost puppy. The bulky man drew away his pipe and let out a lungful of the smoke, giving a slow nod. "A garden? That sounds lovely. I'd prefer somewhere quiet, in all honesty." He slowly pushed himself onto his feet, gently offering his thick arm to the boy as a means of escorting him along, as any true gentleman would.<br><br>"I do hope you slept well last night?" He inquired, leading him out of the room and stopping at the stairs. He wasn't sure if Kei needed something before going off to the mountain, so he gave him a questioning look, which looked rather adorable on his already rugged, intimidating features.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 03:01:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kei only pulled Kyou along with a gentle tug on his arm when he stopped. He didn't require anything, nor did he particularly want anything.<br><br>"I did not," he said, assuming a slightly serious tone, "I had a lot on my mind..."<br><br>He laughed though, to diffuse his own admission before smiling at Kyou and pressing against his side slightly, as they made their way out the door and onto the dirt street path that ran through the town, and toward the mountain path.<br><br>"I hope you slept well, though," said Kei, "I would hate to think I'd left you too suddenly...I feared...that I might've offended you, by asking that you...well, I thought, perhaps, if you spent today, with me, I could...entertain you, as you deserve to be, the garden will be...very quiet today." He added his last comment seemingly without relation to his other statements, but in his mind they were quite closely related. He could think of no better place to entertain Kyou than in the garden, and no better place to have privacy. After all, in Japan, a walk outside provided more privacy than one could find behind closed doors, after all shoji screens were thin enough that they barely obscured vison, as any wayward shadow played into the next room, let alone sound.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 03:27:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyou was quite easily lead along by the small male, even if he towered over the delicate kabuki. For being so big, Kyou was definitely rather protective and warm, as evident while he and the young kabuki made their way onto the dirt path, the boy up against his side the whole while. His bulky arm was secure around the kabuki's shoulders by now. "A lot on your mind?" The boy had obviously been thinking of the possibilities even before he knew Kyou was going to buy his company for the day. It made Kyou feel rather flattered that Kei thought so highly of him. Either that, or he just wanted to get closer to the big warrior.<br><br>"I slept perfectly, actually." He had had a bit of trouble initially since the boy's figure up against his own had been so rampant in his mind that it had given him quite a problem to take care of. "You didn't do any such thing, little one. I find it very flattering and sweet that you wanted to entertain me today. But... I do have to ask, Kei... what sort of entertainment did you have in mind?" The boy's comments were lingering with something more behind them and Kyou could tell it. "Nevertheless, I... appreciate it. I would love a place that's very quiet right about now." He could use some privacy with Kei, after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 04:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kei blushed at being questioned, and looked up at Kyou, not sure what to say. He knew what he'd had in mind, but he wasn't sure what kind of man Kyou was.<br><br>"I...wanted to entertain you, in whatever way you wanted to be..." he said, "I have, a...desire, to make you happy, if, I can."<br><br>He pulled Kyou toward the small archway into the garden and they walked inside. Kei didn't let go, knowing that the garden was quite extensive. It was somewhat overgrown, a remenant from when the small town had been a lord's home, and the garden, his. Still, it was beautiful, there was some upkeep on the path through.<br><br>Kei had met a great number of samurai, and many who'd seemed eager to take what Kei didn't want to give. Now, that he'd met Kyou, he knew that he wouldn't deny Kyou anything. He found Kyou had a look, a kid of soft look that didn't match his form, but which Kei found...inspiring. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 04:49:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blush on Kei's face answered all. Whatever entertainment that Kei had in mind, it was surely not proper for the public and he wanted to bring Kyou away from them so he could have privacy. Did the big warrior mind it? Not at all. To be the object of such a beauty's desire was truly mind-boggling, for Kyou had no idea why the little male would want to be so close to him. Kyou was rough, huge, violent. Kei was the complete opposite and yet it seemed like the "opposites attract" theory held strong at the moment. He stopped both of them beneath one of the archways, turning to face the smaller male. The garden was empty save for the two of them, so he had no problem bringing the boy up closer to his warm, expansive chest.<br><br>"You are... a mystery to me, Kei. Why do you want my company so badly? A boy of your caliber, one that's been shown softness and everything your whole life... why would you stray from that path and want to dabble with a man like me?" He questioned, his big arms holding him securely and slightly lifting him off of his feet in the process. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 05:11:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...I," he started, "I don't know...I want to please you, I feel....something."<br><br>He licked his lips and lowered his eyes. He wanted to say more but the words didn't immediately appear, and despite being good at his craft, perhaps even great, his words always seemed to be someone else.<br><br>"I've...saved myself," he said, "I, might've been made to give myself up, to a man, but the owner is good to me, and instead of being taken to a man's bed and, made to preform the way others are, I haven't...but...I find, I do have, those thoughts, and I thought...you might feel something for me."<br><br>He swallowed heavily and looked back up at Kyou.<br><br>"I don't think you're a samurai like I've ever met before," he said, "and whatever you are, I think I want to be with you, even for this short time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 05:16:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The large man's eyes softened slightly as he looked down at the kabuki before him. Throughout his career, he had to spend nights with men he didn't enjoy. However, with Kyou here, the boy felt something strong for the man and wanted to prove it by allowing him free reign over his body, in simple terms. Whatever Kyou wanted, Kei was happy to give. The man's hands came up to rest upon the boy's upper arms, squeezing them gently within his large palms. "Kei..." He chuckled softly, the deep sound echoing between them as he looked downward at him. "You are... unlike anyone I've met before. You're still such a mystery." He commented, fingers coming to brush away the boy's strands of hair.<br><br>Soon enough, his hands came back down to rest on his arms, gently squeezing and sliding downward. The robe the boy wore would loosen slightly in the process, ties becoming undone as he drew it down so the boy's bare shoulders and upper chest were visible. "I would never take advantage of you in such a way and intend on it for a short time." He murmured, drawing him closer and leaning down slowly to press a kiss over the boy's heart. "Never."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 05:29:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kei shivvered slightly as his top half was bared, and Kyou's lips touched his chest. He wondered what Kyou meant by what he said. Still, it seemed that Kyou wanted what Kei wanted to give.<br><br>Kei reached down and undid his kimono entirely, letting it slip from his form. He wanted to let Kyou see him, let Kyou touch, explore and use what he would. Kei felt that he needed it, and he bit his lip, wondering what Kyou would think.<br><br>Kei had never been particularly ignorant of his own body, beyond the fact that he naturally seemed to attract men who desired his feminine features. Still, he was aware that it did attract. His form was lithe, soft. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 12:50:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyou's hands stroked gently along the boy's small arms, so gentle compared to his own rough, scarred ones. The large warrior took a step back as the boy began to untie his kimono, the fabric pooling about his feet soon enough. Every inch of Kei was like paradise to his eyes. Kyou made no move to hide the fact that he was eying the boy from head to toe, cherishing this moment and taking in everything slowly. Everything about Kei was absolutely beautiful. From his dainty feet to his soft, feminine face, Kyou was sure that he had never felt such feelings for anyone in his life. If Kei wished to please him in whatever way possible, Kyou had all intention of taking the boy as his own.<br><br>"You're spectacular, Kei..." He murmured, gently moving both of them over to a small bench beneath one of the cherry blossom trees. He sank down slowly onto it and drew Kei to stand in between his legs, his hands resting upon his lower back. His lips pressed to the center of his chest, his heavily-stubbled chin rubbing at the smooth flesh. The boy's skin was scented almost perfectly for him, causing his mind to cloud as if the boy was a drug in itself. Ah yes, he was slowly becoming addicted to this boy. Could such a drug be healthy, though?<br><br>His lips descended on one pink, perky nipple and gently gave it a kiss, drawing it in between his lips to suckle slowly. "Mmm... such an angel..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 06:31:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kei shivered and put his hands on the back of Kyou's head.<br><br>"Ahhh..." he breathed. The feeling of his nipple being tugged on by Kyou's suckling. He&nbsp; couldn't help blushing, thinking of the fact that he'd intended to do for Kyou what he imagined he would desire. He knew what many of his other male clients desired, they had not been coy with him, some, very rarely begging to have him do just what Kyou was doing to him.<br><br>"Kyou-sama..." he moaned. He felt his own manhood stiffening, in response to the new feelings that Kyou was providing him, even in such a simple act. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 14:20:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His intention was all on pleasuring Kei, no matter what the boy's instinct told him to do. Kei may have wanted to pleasure Kyou in whatever way that he knew how, but that was not how Kyou worked. It pleased him to be able to bring such soft responses out of his partners, much like the sweet moan that erupted from the boy's chest. His tongue swirled around the perky nub, lavishing it with hungry kisses and suckles from time to time. "Mmm..." His eyes looked upward at the boy that stood between his legs, though Kei didn't stand too tall over his head even while the big, beastly man was sitting. To anyone else that might peek in, it would look as if Kei was being forced by Kyou, using his size to dominate the boy into submission.<br><br>He soon slid his lips away from that perky nipple which was swollen and red due to his teasing by now. Hands held onto the boy's slender hips and gently brought him in closer, placing his lips against Kei's own in a passionate, slow kiss that he held so deeply with the boy. His hand moved along his hip slowly, brushing underneath his thigh and squeezing it slightly. He could feel the boy's shaft rubbing against his clothed chest, bringing a smirk onto the big warrior's lips. "Mmm..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 17:51:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kei leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms aroun Kyou, having them red on his large shoulders. Kei felt as though he was a lord's daughter in one of his play's being wooed by some foreign warrior. Still, that had nothing to do with his feelings, even if it was had to not picture Kyou as the hero of the story.<br><br>He reached back to his comb, pulling the shined silver comb from his hair and letting it fall down his bare back. His hair was long, because he played women's roles, and he always felt more at ease when it was down. It made his head feel heavy and his back stiff when he kept it up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 05:49:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The large man deepened that kiss slowly, his hand sliding over his lower back and upper back in a slow, circular motion. They were in a private area that wouldn't be so easily found out by any visitors, even if the garden rarely had said visitors. The man's rough stubble tickled at the soft, smooth flesh of his jaw as he dominated that kiss easily, pouring every bit of passion into it. He wanted to show the boy that he felt so strongly for him already. He was not like those other men that the boy was requested to stay with, as Kyou wanted not only Kei's body, but to be able to converse and form a close bond with the small kabuki. <br><br>His eyes drank in the sight of the hair falling down over the boy's bare back. His hands moved into the soft locks, sliding through them and bringing some of them over the boy's shoulder to breathe in the sweet scent. "Everything about you is so beautiful and feminine, love..." He murmured, drawing him closer to his wide chest. He gazed up to him and chuckled. "You do not mind me thinking so, I hope?" He questioned, brushing away a strand of his hair and bringing him into his lap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 22:23:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," he said, "I don't mind..."<br><br>He smiled and settled onto Kyou's lap. His beauty, and what Kyou described as feminine, were things that Kei wasn't proud of, but which he was niether ashamed of. They were born to him, like, no doubt, Kyou's size was born to him. Still, to be loved, by Kyou, was something he was proud of, immediately.<br><br>He put his small hands, on Kyou's wrists, directing his hands down to his slim waist.<br><br>Kei let go of Kyou's hands and put his own up to Kyou's neck, and pressed a kiss to Kyou's lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 02:25:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His lips curled into a gentle smile as he felt the boy settling down into his lap. He pressed a gentle kiss to his temple and drew him even closer to his wide chest, hands sliding downward to his waist where he brought his hips closer to his own. His own lips responded to that kiss slowly, enjoying it rather thoroughly and closing his eyes. "Mmm..." He nestled his cheek against the boy's neck, his stubble tickling the smooth flesh. He buried his face into his neck to pepper hungry kisses there while his hands went down to his bottom, slowly curling into the pliable flesh.<br><br>"I do not want you to think that I am like every other man before me, Kei." He murmured, lifting his head and resting his forehead against Kei's own. "I feel something stronger than simple lust." He assured, locking eyes with him and smiling lovingly. His lips pressed gently to the boy's own once more, gently leaning back upon the bench with the boy on top of him now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 04:37:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Many of them did to," Kei said, in all seriousness, "but you're not like them, not because you feel more than lust, but because I feel lust and more for you..."<br><br>Kei smiled and closed his eyes to feel Kyou's exploring, caressing, hands. Kei's own hands went between his legs, to Kyou's lap. He hoped to find evidence of Kyou's lust there, and perhaps free it. Kei imagined a man of Kyou's size having a manhood to match, which scared him and enticed him at the same time. Still, he knew, there was nothing to dissuade him from his course, and he wanted Kyou more than anything in his world.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 06:01:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyou felt his heart swell with love as he heard that the boy felt for him as well. His hands moved to rest upon the boy's cheeks, gently sliding his thumbs over his cheekbones. "I love you, little one." He murmured softly against his ear and nestled his face into his neck. He felt the boy's fingers coming down and resting in his lap, moving around. It would not be hard for Kei to find the hardening piece of flesh in between his powerful thighs, and just as he suspected, the size of it was not all that surprising. The beastly man would no doubt have quite a large manhood compared to Kei, of course.<br><br>"Mmmf..." He grunted, feeling the fingers rubbing slowly in between his powerful thighs. His hands slid down to his round rear, gently squeezing the firm cheeks in his hands and groaning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 06:10:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kei pushed his hands past the folds of cloth and pulled them apart. He licked his lips, pulling back from Kyou as he pushed his hand into the space he'd revealed. It only took him a second to wrap his hand around the thickness of Kyou's member.<br><br>"I love you...big one," he said.<br><br>He slid back further, pulling the slength of Kyou's stiffening manhood up. He continued to lean in, his mind on the many things he'd learned about pleasing men, but never practiced. His lips at once contacted the head of Kyou's cock, and Kei stroked Kyou with his hand. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 06:15:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man shuddered as he felt the cloth being pulled apart to reveal the muscled, scarred legs. His eyes went downward and he gave a slight grin as the boy drew out his massive shaft, the thickness throbbing so deliciously in the warm, smaller hand. He observed Kei while he moved back and leaned down to press the warm lips to the tip of his thick cock. He grunted and leaned back upon his elbows, his yukata parted at the bottom to allow the massive shaft to stand tall in the air. The heavy orbs that hung underneath were full of thick seed, the orbs looking bloated with so much cum inside.<br><br>"U-Unngh..." He breathed. "Of course. Did you expect me to be small or something like that, little one?" He grinned handsomely, winking while he was stroked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 06:55:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Perhaps hoped," said Kei, "but I want you, whatever size you are..."<br><br>He reached down to gently stroke the heavy orbs that hung below Kyou's magnificent length. Kei continue to stroke Kyou, leaning down and placing kisses on Kyou's sac. He pulled one of the heavy orbs into his mouth, and then the other, before letting both go and giving the length of Kyou's shaft a thick tonguing lick to it's tip.<br><br>"I...know it is a desire of men, that you would push inside of me..." he said, "...I'm...scared, Kyou, I want, you, but this is all I know... and if...you wish that, I will gladly learn..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 06:59:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyou gave a slight grin in response to the boy's answer. Kyou would no doubt be very big since he was such a big man. He was not surprised that the boy was scared, as he would be too if he were in his position. "Kei..." He murmured, gently drawing him up close and holding him close, hands resting on his soft rear. "I wouldn't dare push you into anything that you weren't comfortable with." He chuckled, his big arms wrapped so tightly around the slim, naked body. "If you're scared or don't want to go that far just yet, then just tell me. We can wait as long as you like."<br><br>"Don't feel that you have to go that far to please me. I'm happy just being with you like this. I don't need to move so quickly if you don't want to." He informed, hands curling into his bottom to draw him even closer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 14:12:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Can we wait, though?" asked Kei, laying his head against Kyou's chest. He knew the realities of their situation.<br><br>"I cannot leave while the Kabuki owner holds my contract, and I'm not likely to have as much time as&nbsp; &nbsp;I have how, for you. I'm not even sure when my next day to be hired out will be. If we...don't, now, how long long will we be forced to wait?"<br><br>He didn't know the answer but he knew it could be months.<br><br>"You have a life outside of here," he said, "I don't want to keep you from it long."<br><br>He pulled back once more, this time, his mouth going immediately to Kyou's shaft. He pushed the head of Kyou's manhood into his mouth, and stroked the rest of Kyou's length with both hand, as he sucked gently on the throbbing head. Kei felt like crying, despite how much he loved being with, and pleasuring Kyou. It was, he thought, a tragedy for them. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 15:20:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can wait for as long as you want me to, Kei." He whispered softly, holding the boy's head to his chest and sighing slightly. He knew that their situation was rather dire, but he would be willing to wait as long as possible for the boy. He would be devoted solely to being with the boy and nothing else. He was well aware that the boy's life was rather unpredictable, as he wouldn't know who would be buying him out for the next day. He was locked in that teahouse until someone paid his contract and let him go.<br><br>"I have never run into someone as beautiful and wonderful as you, Kei." He chuckled. "My life would mean nothing if I did not meet you again." He grinned. His body leaned back when the boy went back down on his shaft and began to gobble it up. His hands came to shift the boy on top of him in a sixty-nine position so Kyou would be able to lay soft kisses over the precious, round bottom. "I love you, Kei... and I'll be willing to wait as long as needed." He assured, hips grinding up slightly to stuff more of the massive shaft into his mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 06:49:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kei felt the shift and smiled at Kyou's affectionate kisses. It certainly brightened his mood, and he was at least slightly smiling as he forced more of Kyou's seemingly massive cock into his mouth, and back into his throat. He wasn't sure why but he wanted to take it all, despite the seeming impossibility of that, and even as he felt his throat pushing back, as he started to gag, though he could control the reflex, an advantage of training to sing, and act.<br><br>He gagged one final time before pulling away from Kyou's length. He breathed deeply, and then took Kyou's head inside his mouth again, and sucked, pulling his length as deep as it had been moments before, and began sliding his head back and forth slightly, imagining what it might be like to have Kyou's length more intimately inside of him. It seemed, again, impossible, but then, it also seemed somehow, loving. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of War and Stage (PtPb and Punkjello)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>punkjello</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 14:26:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed that Kei was doing his absolute best to bring him the utmost of pleasure, as he was working so hard on sucking away at his massive prick. The man's eyes closed halfway and he took hold of those glorious cheeks, gently squeezing the round globes before him in sheer amazement. The boy was truly a magical, mystical being if he could work his way so deeply into Kyou's heart in such a small amount of time. His lips peppered kisses over that plump rear, nipping every so often just to watch the cheeks bounce before his eyes. "Mmm..." He grinned, hands coming underneath the boy to tweak and stroke slowly at his small nipples as well. He wanted to drive the boy absolutely crazy with lust and need, so he would go straight for whatever spot that he thought necessary.<br><br>The feel of those skilled lips around his massive shaft... ahh, indescribable. He could hear the boy suckling away on the big tool, making a bit of a mess as it was rather hard to take the shaft deep into his mouth. "Mmm. Just do your best, little one." He moved his tongue forward, gently trailing it in between those plush cheeks to tickle at his rosy pink entrance just slightly.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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