Kuji

Kuji

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Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Nope, no profits, no ownership, no nothing, except a keyboard, a monitor and a beleaguered harddrive and an ardent desire to make puppets dance

Chapter 2: In which we discover a love of Kink and how you shouldn't listen at doors or walls

Warnings: Yaoi (in case you haven't picked that up), M/M, Bondage Fun, Voyeurism (well listening in)

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The messenger stood before his desk, his hands holding a piece of paper in front of him. Tenpou raised his eyes from his paperwork, mouth set in a grim line.

“So you’ve obviously come with an important message or else you would have heeded the ‘do not disturb’ sign. So are you going to tell me?” he said, not particularly amused that a) a messenger had come into his library/office without knocking and b) that the messenger was in his office in the first place. Tenpou was busy today and everyone in Tenkai should know that when Tenpou was busy, people stayed out of the way.

Even Kenren, who was welcome at any time of day or night, knew when to give Tenpou a little time to himself. He had sensed the sudden change in mood when they had got up this morning and seen the state of Tenpou’s desk. He had then done the brave thing and run out on an errand before Tenpou had got past the initial ‘do you think you could...’

Therefore, it could be surmised that Tenpou was busy and was most certainly not open to jumped-up bureaucrats who wanted to scrape up a bit of power and had sent a rumour-bearing messenger to squash him into submission. Tenpou arched a dark eyebrow at the nondescript messenger who seemed a little too cocksure for his taste. The messenger was also waiting for permission and acknowledgement, so Tenpou raised his head.

“Yes, I’m listening, get on with it.” He said coolly, he would give the messenger the time it took to relocate his lighter before he got rid of him – by any means possible. The messenger cleared his throat.

“Tenpou Gensui, Litouten-sama requires a list of all the men currently serving under the command of Nataku Taishi.” Said the messenger. Tenpou sighed. This was obviously not the proper message, as Litouten could get that information anywhere and indeed, should know such things anyway. There was also the glaring omission of an honorific; to messengers and even Litouten, Tenpou should be addressed as ‘dono’ or ‘san’ at a push. He wouldn’t give a damn under normal circumstances but this omission was a deliberate insult and he glanced up.

“And the additional message?” asked Tenpou. He wasn’t stupid; you didn’t get this high up the food chain without recognising some subtleties. The messenger’s face contorted into an expression of malice and his voice became quiet. Obviously some money had changed hands for this level of bravery.

“Litouten-sama wishes to make it clear that he knows what’s going on between you two.”

“Is that a threat, sir?” queried the seated brunette in an equally low voice, peering at the messenger over his glasses and now-steepled fingers “I find it a pitiful one if so.” He went back to his papers before adding; “Besides when did a bureaucrat care about the personal matters of the officials in the army?”

“Since you became a fucktoy of Kenren Taisho. Litouten-sama is naturally concerned for any effects that this will have on his son. He maybe forced to report this matter to Tentei.” The messenger burst out.

There it was. The gauntlet. His relations with Kenren were supposed to be secret, which naturally meant rumours were streaking around Tenkai like wildfire. If he was honest, Tenpou had been expecting someone to confront him with this; he just hadn’t thought it would have been Litouten. The man had never expressed interest in the army before.

The messenger shifted from one foot to the other, hand drifting to where a ceremonial sword would normally rest. Ah, so this one was a soldier, probably dragged in and promised good money if he did this. The more menace, the better the reward. Ah, the things one does when money’s involved, it was too bad Kenren wasn’t like that, things would have spiced up a lot faster if they had, thought Tenpou. The thoughts of Kenren dancing and stripping on his desk for money had him looking up almost lazily.

“Hmm .. I’d say you don’t have very good grounds to accuse me of such things.” Answered Tenpou, tapping his pen on the desk thoughtfully; his fantasies put away for another time. Litouten had obviously been doing some digging to confirm these rumours.

“We all know the rumours to be true.” Exclaimed the messenger suddenly with a stammer that could have been anger or fear. Tenpou smiled acidly and glanced down. He could see his lighter. It was swathed in a pile of paper. More to the point, it wasn’t his lighter but Kenren’s. He had left it on the desk last night, after an impromptu ‘midnight meeting’ had provoked a post-coital cigarette.

With a smug grin, Tenpou lit up the cigarette. He took in a deep acrid draught and exhaled slowly. Now he could lose his temper with a good dose of nicotine in his system. He fixed the messenger with a darkened green-eyed stare.

“Be they or not I can quite happily inform you that you are wrong...”

Kenren, having nothing to do today, had decided to run an errand for Tenpou before the brunette had finally lost all patience and snapped at him. Tenpou had been landed with a pile of pointless paperwork that morning and when Kenren had left, he had been close to drawing a big black line on the wall to show just how far he had had it up to. Kenren knew when to leave his lover alone and eagerly seized the opportunity to leave; even it was going to see his Most Royal Pissiness.

Shockingly, the marble statue that was Lord Goujun had actually borrowed a book from Tenpou on the battle tactics of the Gekai and Tenpou now needed it back to plan his own strategies. Tenpou had been planning to get it back himself but he was busy with his pile of pointless paperwork and Kenren knew that best way to get Tenpou in a good mood – and to get some serious sex - was to give him these moments of solitude. Tenpou always seemed more up for some the kinkier stuff when he had been working hard and alone. Kenren was convinced that it was the brunette’s way of working off stress.

In addition, this ass-licking messenger from some bureaucrat called Litouten had turned up. Kenren had then quickly volunteered to do the errand, having been in no mood to deal with pointless bureaucracy. Besides, it would be more fun to leave the naïve messenger in with a Tenpou, whose green eyes had almost sparked in anger at the man’s unannounced arrival.

The actual errand itself hadn’t taken long at all. Goujun’s quarters were so rigidly organised that Kenren felt he should file himself onto a respective shelf when he entered and had seen the battered red book on the vast polished wood desk instantly. It looked so out of place in the immaculate office that Kenren felt the constant urge to snatch it away to save it sullying the office.

Goujun had been as cool and distant as always, handing to Kenren not only the book but also a sheaf of documents to give to the eccentric Gensui when Kenren returned. There was no sign on the reptilian features that The Dragon had heard the rumours that were lighting up the gossip switchboards of Tenkai. Although, The Dragon must know something from the amount of times he had visited Tenpou to find he was not there. The amount of times he had found locked doors and mysterious ‘illnesses’ that seemed to crop up. He had to have heard the noises that were anything but professional emanating from behind Tenpou’s office door.

However, it seemed that The Dragon was actually doing the impossible, which was to leave the situation well alone. Kenren almost respected the man for that. If that attitude kept one more bastard off his back then Kenren would let The Dragon do whatever the fuck he wanted.

Still, he had finished his errand and with a free day ahead of him, he could indulge himself in a little light Tenpou refreshment because the guy must be finished with the paperwork, the messenger and his mood by now. Since their ‘exchange of mutual agreements’ a few months ago, they had become even closer and Kenren practically lived at Tenpou’s quarters now. However, they had been so busy with their respective jobs that ever since that fantastic evening this was going to be their first free full afternoon together; and Kenren had been looking forwards to it. He rounded the corner, strolled up to Tenpou’s door, called out his name, knocked once, and then opened it carefully just in case a stack of books brained him.

The messenger saw him, but didn’t do anything. Tenpou kept talking.

“... you are wrong ... You’d seriously think I’d endanger my career to mess around with someone who is my subordinate? I’d like think that people would know me better, or at least enough to know my standards are high and assure you the Taisho will not meet them.”

Kenren started and almost grasped the doorknob for support.

“Tenpou?” Never had he heard Tenpou sound so ... well ... nasty before. The Gensui’s voice was lowered, dangerous, like ice.

The messenger smirked and looked sideways at the uncomfortable man who stood behind him. He had been promised considerable sums if he not only delivered the message but also made life uncomfortable for the two soldiers and the Taisho hearing all this would be perfect.

“The rumours are that you play the wife to the Taisho.” He said sweetly. He was envisioning a promotion after this.

“Wife?” Tenpou’s voice was caustic and he barked a harsh laugh that was mile away from his normal, gentle laughter. “Do you seriously think I would ever let someone have any command over me, especially of that kind? Kenren Taisho is a good soldier and I happen to keep useful people on a short leash, they are easier to control. An animal doesn’t think for itself.”

Kenren crumpled the papers in his fist. Tenpou’s voice was cool and cold and he must know that Kenren heard everything he needed to hear. The messenger obviously had done his duty from the simple way he turned on his heel and strode out, walking into Kenren.

“Taisho?!” he exclaimed in mock amazement.

“Fuck off.” Came the brusque retort. Kenren was too furious to even banter. “I need to speak to my commanding officer and pesky little shits like you can get out.”

Before the messenger could reply, Kenren slammed the door in his face and stalked up to the desk. Tenpou remained writing.

“I’m not willing to word parry with you anymore. I made myself clear enough.” He said, and then looked up. “Kenren?” his face broke into a happy smile. “That didn’t take long.”

The book and papers were slammed down on the desk. Other books slid off.

“No it didn’t. I heard all your little speech.” He paused. “I know all about your fucking standards, Gensui.” Never had he been so angry, never he been so hurt by someone’s words. How could someone who had sighed with pleasure and whispered his name that same morning, now suddenly be so callous? Kenren had never been so shocked. His dark eyes blazed as they met the shocked ones of Tenpou.

“Kenren?” The Gensui queried, suddenly caught off guard by the intense gaze. Surely, his lover would know that Tenpou had just been trying to diffuse the rumours about them and that he was blatantly lying. With Tenpou’s record being spotless, and Kenren’s being an inky hotchpotch of bad points, there was no doubt as to who would come off the worst if the rumours had been confirmed. Tenpou had been doing his level best to protect Kenren.

He rose up from his chair and tried to come over but Kenren slammed out a hand to stop him.

“You don’t let anyone have command over you?!” he yelled, slamming a fist into a pile of books on the desk. The stack wobbled then toppled downwards. “You weren’t saying that last night when I fucked you over this desk, were you?! You weren’t fighting for command when you were begging me to suck you off! You weren’t keeping me on a short leash before, but I guess everything is a façade with you! Everyone’s your fuckin’ pet!” he slammed his hands down on the empty space of the desk and over went another pile of books.

“Kenren, calm down.” Said Tenpou, a little shocked that Kenren had indeed taken his words seriously and been hurt by them. He reached out to his lover.

“Fuck you!” snapped Kenren, slapping away his hand with more ferocity than Tenpou expected. Still, he stood there, not willing to create a space between them but not saying anything. His tongue was too heavy.

“Say something!” yelled Kenren. “Go on, fucking deny it!” Tenpou just stared; there was nothing he could think of to say or do that would make it any better or worse. All he could do was stand there.

Then Kenren slapped him. Once. Sharply across the cheek and it stung. Still Tenpou was unresponsive.

“You don’t have the authority to do that.” He finally said, his voice cool.

“Fuck authority.” Snapped Kenren. “And fuck you.” The air was becoming heated between them and both were noticeably trying to ignore it. Tenpou folded his arms, his face stony.

“Don’t you realise that everything I said was a lie, Taisho?” he said, narrowing his eyes.

“I called your name and knocked. The fucking messenger knew I was there, you knew I was there, Gensui. You can’t say you didn’t see me, you fucking knew I’d hear your little tirade… I never thought you cowardly… sir.”

That was the wrong thing to say. Tenpou’s honour is honour-bound in itself; he prided himself on it. He slammed his hands on the desk.

“Cowardly ... Taisho, did it ever occur to you that I have been protecting you?!” he growled. “Or are you so wrapped up in your own self-involvement that you’re oblivious to the rumours about us.”

Kenren is on the other side of the desk now, mirroring Tenpou’s movements. The scene is similar to that of two tomcats sizing each other up before lashing out.

“Protecting me?!” bit back Kenren. “Who’s been a subordinate since I showed up?”

“Only because you cause trouble.” Answered back Tenpou quickly, walking around the desk to pick up the fallen books and put them back on the desk. Kenren leaned over and grabbed Tenpou’s arm, keeping his wrist in a tight, almost bruising grip.

“I thought you liked the trouble, you certainly don’t kick trouble out of your bed each night.” He said his voice low, faces mere inches apart.

“Get off me.” replied Tenpou, his voice just as low. It was a standoff, neither one man giving way to the other.

Kenren snickered, a low rumbling sound that was meant to tease and insult.

“I thought I was on your oh-so-short leash.” He squeezed harder. “You wanna stop me, you make me.”

Tenpou moved. He neatly turned his body and twisted his arm in one graceful action. He then brought his other arm up and shoved Kenren hard against the bookshelves, pinning him there with one hand by his head and the other at his side. Both men were angry and their bodies shook with that unexpressed anger. Kenren’s dark eyes could have almost been red with the fire sparking in them and Tenpou’s had become as cold as the glittering ice.

The air was still heated and hastily drawn breaths were mingling. Kenren’s mind was saying ‘kill’, his tightly-strung, horny-as-hell body was saying ‘fuck’. Damned if he was letting his body have its way, even if there was a fifty percent chance that Tenpou’s behaviour was a come-on.

“You think you’re so individual,” laughed Kenren, batting away his arousal. “Well let me tell you something Gensui, you’re nothing of the sort. You’re just like everyone else here although you found a more despicable way of doing it.”

Tenpou laughed; it was a harsh laugh just as cold as his expression. He felt his body rise at the insult and his muscles grew taut. Kenren’s angry, hurt expression was impossibly alluring.

Fine, if Kenren wanted to play the wronged virgin then he could be the wronged virgin.

“Oh no Taisho, I think you’ll find I’m very different from those up here since I will ALWAYS find a more despicable way to do it.” He gave a sadistic smile. This was a picture he was looking forward to seeing. “Now, unbuckle your coat, drop your pants and get across that fucking desk.”

Kenren stopped, stunned and looked at Tenpou. The brown-haired Gensui was practically exuding lust. His hair was mussed and rumpled; his tie and shirt were askew and his lips were puffy, kissable and red. Very fuckable. Damned if Tenpou was getting the chance to be on top.

“Who said you were in control here?” Kenren demanded. Tenpou tilted his head, his smile still not leaving his lips. Now it was a game.

“If you believe what I said then I am.” He said sweetly. “Now take off your pants and get over that desk.”

“No.” retorted Kenren.

With single move, he pushed his partner back against the bookshelves and wrapped his fist around Tenpou’s shirt and tie. He yanked him close and kissed him furiously, his tongue plunging into Tenpou’s mouth to savour the sweet taste. He then withdrew before Tenpou could bite down, “I never said you could be on top.” He murmured.

With one comically raised eyebrow, Tenpou suddenly moved like lightning. He grabbed Kenren’s arm and turned him around, using all his strength to muscle the Taisho face-down over the desk and managed to pull his coat down to keep Kenren’s arms firmly at his sides. A hand then reached down between his legs and stroked the stirring flesh beneath. Kenren twisted and made to shove him away - and with his superior strength should have been able to do so easily - but Tenpou was quick and stepped back. He then lunged forwards, reached around to Kenren’s belt buckle and unsnapped it deftly.

“I said I was in charge and I meant it.” He growled reaching for Kenren’s zipper and yanking it down. The Taisho gave a grin.

“Hell you are.” He retorted, bucking backwards, tuning around and pouncing on his lover.

Suddenly they were rolling across the library floor, each one fighting to get an upper hand in order to fuck the loser. Kenren managed to get Tenpou’s shirt halfway off but the brunette took Kenren by surprise by arching up against the Taisho with a lustful moan. Tenpou then quickly made short work of Kenren’s clothes but the raven-haired man took advantage of the distraction and flipped Tenpou onto his stomach with a deftly executed judo move. Tenpou rolled out of the way and Kenren followed, finally pinning Tenpou hard against the floor, keeping his legs over Tenpou’s own and holding his wrists far apart.

“Enough.” He commanded, through his panting breaths. This time his voice was deadly serious. “Tell me truthfully, was what you said true and if you don’t I’m just gonna get the fuck up and leave, because I won’t be played the fool.”

The angered lust in Tenpou’s eyes faded away and was replaced with the familiar kind concern.

“It was lie, Kenren. I was pretending to play you for a fool to show Litouten’s lackeys that I am not to be messed with and by the same token neither are you.” His eyes narrowed. “If I was really playing you for a fool Kenren, I would do a much better job than this.”

Kenren sighed and looked away, refusing to meet the dark-eyed gaze. Tenpou tensed beneath him; as much as he could be vindictive about other things, Kenren was something he really didn’t want to lose. Tenpou was ready to risk anything now, even his pride.

“Kenren, believe me...” The three words on that end of that sentence went unsaid.

Kenren smiled tenderly, he knew they were there.

“Of course I believe you, I suppose I overreacted.” He smiled and dropped a single chaste kiss on Tenpou’s cheek. “And I fucking love you too.”

Tenpou smiled and snaked his hands out of Kenren’s grip to run then over his body. He rested one on his back and the other found its familiar spot on the back of Kenren’s neck, stroking the short dark hair with his chewed nails. Kenren gave a low rumble of pleasure and nuzzled Tenpou’s neck. In some ways, this simple exchange of caresses was better than the amorous fight before and Kenren liked it. He lightly kissed Tenpou’s jawbone and heard the brunette start to murmur in his ear.

“Can we not fight anymore?” asked Tenpou softly.

“Hmm ... of course not. Only when it’s really necessary, like who said you could be top anyway?” he grinned, casting out his bait for Tenpou to snatch hold of. Okay kissing and shit was all well and good but now he had made his peace with Tenpou he wanted to get back to the original afternoon plans. That included the game of ‘fuck the Tenpou’ that had been delayed for long enough.

Tenpou took the bait.

“I did.” He said in that same sickly-sweet voice. “I outrank you. If I command it then you should do it ... like a good Taisho.” He rocked his hips gently.

“But you know me, I’m always in trouble.” Kenren answered. “You can’t make...” Tenpou suddenly pushing him over and pinning him down onto the floor cut off his words.

“I can make you do anything, because you belong to me.”

Before Kenren could say anything else, Tenpou’s mouth clamped over his own and a slick wet tongue demanded entrance. Kenren responded with a soft whine and clamped his hands over Tenpou’s backside, forcing the man on top of him into rubbing against his groin. The roughness of Tenpou’s pants teased and taunted his erection that poked insistently through the gap in his boxers.

“A little overeager aren’t we, Taisho?” came Tenpou’s laughed voice as he broke the kiss. Kenren growled and Tenpou tapped his nose. “Now stay right there and let me get something … I’ve got something to show you.” He got off his lover and went into the bedroom.

Right now?! Kenren couldn’t believe it. Even when making out, Tenpou’s stupid collectors items could be at the forefront of the twisted genius’ mind. He brought his hands to his face and sighed out his annoyance. He had been *this far* away from getting laid, only to be stopped by some stupid toy from the Gekai. This better be good.

“Ahem … Kenren, if you would mind getting up off my floor and standing near the hatstand I’d be most grateful,” Came the voice from the bedroom. Kenren swore under his breath. “… and any complaints from you and you’ll get nothing tonight so do it.”

Mouthing his cuss words now, Kenren got up and walked towards the hat-stand to stand against the wall. His erection stood proudly before him, still poking out from the boxers and Kenren was suddenly incredibly grateful that Tenpou’s office was high up enough and out of sight enough to ensure no peepers. Kenren closed his eyes in resignation; he felt a fool. This had better be worth it.

“Ah, Kenren … you do look marvellous like that.”

Kenren opened his eyes to see Tenpou stood in the doorway. The dark-haired man had removed all his clothes and his pale body shimmered in the dimming sunlight. Tenpou’s naked body never failed to arouse Kenren and now was just the same: the slender stature that begged to be held, the slightly defined muscles that cried out for fingers to caress and that cock jutting up from its nest of curly dark hair clamouring to be licked and sucked. Kenren met Tenpou’s gaze; he had a wicked grin on his face and in one had was twirling something in his fingers and in the other he had the small vial of oil they used in their games.

“Picked up something on my last visit Down Below.” He said softly, holding up his toy for Kenren to see. “A nice set of restraints … proper leather and good metalwork.”

Kenren tried not to let his excitement show. Tenpou in a horny mood was good, Tenpou in a kinky mood was a million times better. The cuffs were good too, they looked strong enough to hold his lover and yet the leather on the inside looked soft. He reached for the cuffs only to have Tenpou suddenly grab his wrist and attach the first cuff, clicking it securely into place. He then lifted Kenren’s wrist into the air, clipping the cuff to a chain that Kenren hadn’t noticed was hanging from the wall.

“Hey! Wait!” he pulled at his imprisoned right wrist, hardly believing it as Tenpou fastened the other cuff. He shook his left wrist, trying to bend his fingers to undo the clasp. “Hey … you wear this shit, not me!”

Tenpou laughed.

“So I can be on top but not get to play with the toys?” he gave a low chuckle and forced Kenren’s left wrist into the air, securing it to the single chain also. “Now play fair, Kenren.”

Kenren pulled hard at the cuffs but found himself well and truly secured. The movement made his thrust his hips and Tenpou grinned lecherously … oh yes this was a very good idea. He pushed himself against his bound lover and worked Kenren’s boxers down his long legs, finally catching hold of Kenren’s neglected cock and stroking whilst inquisitive fingers strolled a path across his hip, between his legs and searched out the hidden entrance.

Pulling in frustration at the cuffs, Kenren moaned. Tenpou’s stroking was rhythmic and soft, the familiar motion that intended to keep him turned on and rock-hard but refusing to let him come. The other fingers were gently probing at his entrance and encouraging him to spread his legs. He spread them as wide as he could as a line of kisses went marching down his neck and chest and white teeth parted to nibble lovingly on his puckered nipples.

“Oh fuck … Tenpou.” Came Kenren’s low moan and Tenpou chuckled against Kenren’s chest, still keeping up his strokes but letting his other hand leave Kenren’s entrance and seeking for the fallen vial of oil. As his fingers closed around the smooth glass, he kissed his way back down Kenren’s chest, going all the way down until he was on his knees; his head level with the head of Kenren’s cock. Using both hands to open the bottle and lubricate his fingers and arousal, he gently licked away the droplets of precum forming on the crown of Kenren’s own arousal.

Kenren twitched in frustration and moaned as Tenpou concentrated his attention on the very head of his dick and nothing else. If only he had his arms free, he could grab the man’s head and thrust right into that warm and wet mouth, finally getting the release he wanted. However, the futile pulls at the chains above his head proved that Tenpou’s handiwork was - as usual - perfect. Instead, he had to make do with thrusting his hips trying to encourage his lover to suck harder.

Confident that his fingers were slick enough, Tenpou took more of Kenren’s cock into his mouth, sucking forcefully and pushed one finger into his lover. Kenren’s moan was wonderful and without giving him time to adjust, Tenpou plunged in another finger.

“Oh god!” cried Kenren, flinging his legs over Tenpou’s shoulders and using the leverage to try and pull the dark-eyed man’s head closer. Wicked fingers stretched him and he squirmed in frustration. He was so close to cumming. “Tenpou! For gods sake!”

Tenpou reply was to withdraw the fingers and let Kenren’s arousal fall from his lips. Futilely, Kenren tried to reel his lover back in with his legs and swore a blue streak when Tenpou denied him.

“Tenpou you complete prick! I’ve never done this to yo-hah!” Whatever words he had left in him were carried off by a cry as Tenpou rose up from his kneeling position and pushed himself into Kenren with one calculated thrust.

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Konzen Douji strode down the corridor towards Tenpou’s in search of his errant friend. Despite being Tenkai’s scruffiest eccentric, Tenpou generally kept good time and was never late. He especially wouldn’t be late to something he had actually cajoled Konzen into doing. Therefore, it was truly shocking when Tenpou didn’t turn up to the stupid-cherry-blossom-and-tea-drinking-thing that he himself had planned. Concerned, yet refusing to outwardly show such a stupid emotion, Konzen had walked over to Tenpou’s, even if only to complain at Tenpou about something he’d think of when he got there.

He was about to knock on the door when he hurt a shout – or was it a yelp? – then a loud thump. This loud thump was followed by a series of smaller rhythmic thumps that reverberated against the wall near the door. Konzen also heard swearing, moaning and the distinct raised voices of Tenpou and someone else, no doubt that damn fool Taisho that Tenpou had a tendency to mention more often than not.

“... Who put you in charge of this shit ... ahn!”

“I did … and I hardly think you should complain … as you are unable to move until I … mmm … until I let you down.” More thumps, this time taking on a distinctive rhythm.

“Do you think anyone – for fucks sake don’t slow down – can hear us?”

“If they can, I will inform them that I don’t know what there are talking about and that I happen keep you on a ... on a short leash.”

“Fuck you, Tenpou.” The thumping increased and there was gasping.

“No Kenren... not today....” There was a strangled noise. “Now be a good Taisho and put your hips into it. This is supposed to be a fight you know.”

Konzen turned on his heel and left, trying to tell himself that he heard nothing.


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Sorry about the delay in posting I was given too many shifts to deal with at work and have been sleeping solidly in my free time.

The next chapter is also en route, just needs finishing

Lily; I know, aren't they just :D

guanyin-kun: Thank you very much *snuggles kudos*. I was told by a friend that I stamp British humour on everything I do, and I'm quite fond of it. Hope thiso ne meets with your satisfaction.

jarm: Thankyou ^_^

fuzzybunnytoo: I would too! (I don't think my partner would approve) Maybe I can just hold the video camera????