Kuji

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Chapter 9: Godly Priveleges

Warnings: Yaoi (in case you haven't picked that up), M/M/M, Public

Notes: I have been promising a threesome for as long as I can remember, so here it is. I have taken some poetic licence with the God system in the Saiyuki world but it seems plausible enough to me.

(n.b. I just edited some truly heinous spelling mistakes, don't mind me)

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a God in possession of a lot of sake must be in want of a good life.

This was the positive point to being a God.

Despite immortality and deity-status being the most boring thing in worlds Above and Below, it was not without its perks. In addition to the standard crap of renewable bodies, never-ending life and permanent cherry blossoms there was the added perk of being deities for the world Below. All immortals resident in Heaven were deities of something or other, sometimes for the most random things ever thought of.

For instance, Kanzeon Bosatsu was the Goddess of Mercy. This was one of the big wigs. Tenpou also knew of the major fertility God who lived further outside the main realms of Tenkai (and contrary to rumour it was not Kenren Taisho, despite what he put about). There were also the weather Gods around and various representatives of the many many emotions. All the immortals in Heaven were deities of some description, it was just something you had, almost like a birthmark and most residents of Tenkai never thought of it, mainly because nearly all of them were minor deities, with absolutely no duties to perform.

For the minor Gods, such as the hearth gods and patrons of towns, they could bestow favours on their chosen people, but it required vast amounts of paperwork and many didn’t bother. However, it was a talking point at parties and every so often, there would be offerings. A good portion of the Gods had shrines somewhere and aside from the regular prayers offered up there were occasionally offerings left, which could be taken. It was just something you had. Even the young messenger that bought Tenpou his correspondence in the mornings was actually the deity of a temple in the far East, which didn’t mean much except that the messenger had a rather good supply of persimmons and sometimes left a couple of them on top of Tenpou’s correspondence.

Laughingly, Konzen was the God representing court bureaucrats. It meant nothing to him and he did little about it. Although Tenpou was convinced that Konzen had a hand in making sure there was regular work for his people and brought his own office supplies up. Equally Kenren, as the resident deity to a race of Travellers, took ruthless advantage of that people’s ability of brew anything alcoholic out of their surroundings and accepted their offerings most happily and ever so helpfully making subconscious directions to better residing places.

Tenpou himself had somehow ended up as a deity of a town and it's surrounding villages in the East. He was quite fond of his little town in a way and looked upon it as his very own living, breathing curio. It was a fair-sized town with a decent bookshop and a passing faith in its religion and town god. Tenpou didn’t care much about the faith of the townspeople, but he did care very much about keeping them safe and prosperous, so he could pick up more trinkets and books.

Therefore, rather than go through the appropriate channels to bestow minor miracles and whatnot, Tenpou simply became a regular visitor and hint-dropper. It seemed logical to him that rather than have a mysterious bout of rain to make the crops grow, the town would be better off having someone bring some seeds for hardier edible crops. It had also been a suggestion of Tenpou’s (posing as a passing through visitor, he so loved disguises) to have an annual celebration for the end of the Harvest. This had escalated into a yearly celebration for the town’s God also and Tenpou positively encouraged it. Not out of his own ego (well, maybe just a little) but because it made his people happier and Tenpou was of the belief that all mortals need something to believe in.

Well, it was that time of year again and as usual, Tenpou was heading down to the festivities. He went every year if he could and often took Konzen or Kenren along with him, as company was always welcome. However, this year he had managed to angle an agreement from both Kenren and Konzen with neither one complaining about the other. Kenren would go wherever Tenpou and booze went and with Kanzeon offering to look after Goku for the evening Konzen was not giving the monkey a chance to return that evening (read: didn’t want to spend all evening in the palace moping for his monkey).

So, that’s how the three of them ended up sat on the covered porch of a tavern in Tenpou’s Town one sticky summer evening with a nice selection of local sake and liquors. The owner had a recollection of Tenpou as being a well-spending customer who often passed through and consequently had left his party well alone on the back porch with only the requested lanterns, games and drinks for company.

“This is kinda nice. You got the good end of the God-bin.” Said Kenren, pushing his bare feet through the balustrade and letting them hang down.

Tenpou poured a glass of sake into a cup and pushed it into Kenren’s hand before pouring one for Konzen who was sat to the other side of him.

“Mmm, I am rather fond of this place myself and rather like dressing up for the occasion … do you agree, Konzen?”

Konzen accepted the cup of wine and sipped at it. He couldn’t say he overly cared having to change out of his white silks and into roughened linen pants and shirt of no particular weave or origin and having to dispense with his jewellery. It didn’t seem particularly like “dressing up” so much as slumming it. Nor did he care for Tenpou’s pet dipsomaniac General being there either. However, the unusual sensation of actually sweating, a breeze lapping at his loosed hair and good sake that slipped smoothly down his throat made up for it. Even Kenren wasn’t that annoying.

“Suppose.” He answered. Tenpou chuckled and sat against the wooden slatted wall of the porch. The black linen shirt shifted with him, chafing slightly at his neck and he relished the discomfort. It was going to be a pleasant evening, one he had looked forward to for a while. Also, it was wonderful to see Kenren and Konzen not snapping at each other for once for they had a relationship built purely on mutual dislike of other and a like of Tenpou.

Konzen considered Tenpou a friend, or at least one of the only acquaintances in Tenkai that didn’t make him want to stuff documents down their mouth just to make them shut up. However, Tenpou now came with a free, bonus Kenren and after trying to simply break off the whole friendship with Tenpou, he found himself gravitating back again and again. So, he now accepted that if he wanted intelligent, non-murder-inducing company he would have to put up with the non-intelligent definitely-murder-inducing company following a few feet behind. He looked down at the bleached wood beneath him and savoured the taste of the sake washing over his tongue and sliding down to warm his stomach.

Kenren considered Tenpou a lover and enough of a partner and comrade to treat the relationship as exclusive. This being so, meant that he was ready to accept whatever came with the Tenpou package (except maybe the books in the bed, he could live quite happily without leather-bound oblong brick poking him in the ass whenever he wanted to get some). That included Konzen. The pissy bitch wasn’t his ideal example of company but if it kept Tenpou happy, then he would do it. Kenren drew a finger over the knotted wood and flicked his fingers against the pottery cup.

A nightingale called out in the night and all three men looked up. Konzen and Kenren’s eyes met but they simply relaxed back into their previous positions without a murmur. Tenpou smiled. This good. The sedatives he had brought with him weren’t needed. That in itself wasn’t overly disappointing. He poked his foot at the laid out shōgi board and pack of cards beside him.

“Anyone for a game?” he asked, lifting the cup to his lips.

Kenren unthreaded his feet and rolled onto his stomach. His dark hair was shining in the moonlight and the open cream shirt almost glowed against his sweat-slick skin. He gave a lazy, cat-like smile.

“Do I have to move?” he queried. Tenpou lifted the cards and shuffled them.

“No not at all, but you must pick the game … Konzen, can I interest you at all?”

The blonde shrugged and Tenpou grinned.

“The game is Truth. All draw cards and whoever draws a face card can ask any other a question and they must answer honestly.”

“Are you really that much of a child?” Said Konzen coolly, pouring another cupful of the sake. This one was drier one the tongue and had a slightly bitter bite that he liked. “That’s such a children’s game.”

Tenpou crossed his legs and undid a button of his shirt.

“I don’t do growing up, Konzen, you know that.” He smiled. “So are we in?”

Konzen shrugged and leant against the balustrade, head tipped back. A single drop of sweat rolled down his forehead and cheek, leaving a shining slalom that carried down his chest. Kenren watched him interestedly, propped his head up on his elbows and nodded, reaching for his own cup.

“I’m game, but I can’t be bothered with drawing the cards, let’s just go around the circle and ask … saves me moving.” Murmured Kenren draining his cup.

“It’s fine by me.” Said Tenpou, a little annoyed that Kenren was out to spoil his fun tonight, but still going around the circle would still get the results he planned.

Konzen shrugged and wordlessly held out his cup to be refilled. Tenpou chose the honour and tipped the rest of the bottle into the cup.

“Whatever.”

Tenpou cast an eye at his companions; at Kenren, satiated and limp on the porch floor and at Konzen calm and unwavering propped up against the balustrade. Tenpou’s heart swelled, partly in pride and partly in affection at the sight of the two men. His dear friend and his lover, in his town, enjoying a mortal pastime as immortals. The world was balanced and it was good.

Enough of philosophy.

“I shall start, then.” Said Tenpou sweetly. “Konzen, you really do love that boy don’t you?”

There was a choking sound from Konzen at he attempted to breathe the sake and yell at the same time. Tenpou chuckled and Kenren snorted behind a hand. The blond sighed in frustration.

“… he’s an irritatingly stupid monkey…” snapped Konzen finally, then narrowed his eyes at Kenren. “Do you actually do any work whatsoever?”

Kenren looked mildly surprised at the question being directed at him and then grinned.

“Well, Goujun told me - in a manner of speaking - to keep an eye on Tenpou and I do that all the time. I do it a lot in fact.” He smirked, toasting the Marshall with a grin. “Now, blondie, is that a stick up your ass or do you walk like that because of some physical complaint?”

Konzen growled and a vein in his temple throbbed. He slugged back his cup of sake and held out for more.

“And has your dick fallen off yet or do you just strap a new one on each morning?” he snapped back.

Kenren got to his feet, if not staggering a little.

“Oh, who’s insulting me? Sometimes I wonder if you even have a dick under the get-up.” He too slugged his drink. “The nearest thing you had to a good hard seeing to was a spanking from your aunt?”

Tenpou sighed and began to shuffle the cards idly whilst sipping his cup. It had all been going so peacefully until now. He nudged the shogi board out of the way to enable Konzen to stride across it and punch Kenren across the cheek. The drunken blow didn’t quite land completely but it was enough to make Kenren’s head turn.

“You can shut the fuck up!” barked Konzen. “At least I’m not so much of a slut that all I can remember about a night was that it wasn’t my bed.”

Kenren slapped Konzen back, his eyes glittering with anger and yet hazy with alcohol. He waggled a finger in front of the blonde’s face, reaching to the floor for another pottery bottle of sake.

“At least when I go to bed I don’t freeze it … I’m surprised Goku doesn’t store food on you, you’re that frigid.”

Konzen sighed.

“This was a goddamned stupid idea … I knew it wouldn’t work, you jumped up moron.” He pulled at his hair in frustration.

“Well, don’t blame me for it.” Snapped back Kenren, his voice slurry. “It was Tenpou’s idea … I didn’t know you were comin’ he said it was just me and him.” He slugged down the bottle and drew a hand across his mouth.

“Tenpou said that it was just going to be us two … too.” Not to be outdone, Konzen punctuated his own sentence with a hard of slug of the last bottle. “And I’m frigid … am I?” he reached over, seized a handful of Tenpou’s dark hair and snatched the Marshall into a lopsided drunken kiss.

Tenpou’s body went rigid with fight-or-flight urge. He thought about running. He thought about shoving Konzen away. He thought about hitting Konzen. He thought about Kenren hitting Konzen. He thought about being the filling of a Kenren-Konzen sandwich.

Another hand entwined in his hair and yanked a little tighter. Tenpou whimpered involuntarily as the kiss was broken; his arms which were holding him up on the porch trembled a little. There was a growling noise by his ear, exhaled air gently brushing over the fine hairs there. Tenpou shivered.

“Get your own toy, Blondie.” Came Kenren’s growl. “This one’s mine and I don’t share.” He kissed Tenpou himself, his lips soft and yet demanding and a forceful tongue demanding entrance. Tenpou hummed in delight.

Konzen gave a twisted half-smile and violet eyes glinted in the challenge. He leaned over to the busy Marshall and leaned in close to Tenpou’s neck. He blew away the feathers of hair and kissed the pale skin. He licked the spot and proceeded to treat it to licks and kisses, which rapidly turned into bites and nips.

Tenpou’s head rolled back with a moan, breaking Kenren’s kiss. His arms gave way and he let out a huff of air as his back hit the wood. Konzen followed him down with the grace and elegance of a well-fed cat and continued his attentions on Tenpou’s neck and collarbone, much to Kenren’s shock.

He knew that Konzen and Tenpou were old friends and had been for many years and there wasn’t much they didn’t’ know about each other. Tenpou had also mentioned a few occasions where the two had in his own specials terms had “certain associations” that Kenren had immediately run through his own translator and come up with “fooled around”. However after some really, really, in-depth probing and some animalistic rough sex on a balcony Tenpou had soothed Kenren’s jealousy by maintaining that nothing of that sort had happened for a long time, certainly before he came on the scene … but still looking at Tenpou’s blissed-out expression as a white hand slid into his shirt, there was some history and therefore some serious reclamation needed to go on here.

“Err Tenpou.” He proffered, his body and mind torn between jealousy and arousal.

Lust-darkened eyes opened and looked straight at him. Tenpou, although relatively shocked by being pounced on was adjusting quickly to it. If Konzen and Kenren wanted to play a war of one-upmanship with each other and use him as a tug rope then he wasn’t ready to voice his objections. He answered Kenren’s doubt with a shrug and a blatant look which said “can you do better?”

It worked, leaving Konzen to his own devices, Kenren instead busied himself with Tenpou’s lower half, he unbuttoned the linen pants the man wore and started to tug them down along with the white boxers Tenpou wore underneath. Kenren threw them aside and pushed Tenpou’s legs apart, but rather than go for the prize, he concentrated on just simple little touches up and down Tenpou’s thighs.

There was a faint mewling sound and a series of twitches from Tenpou who was trying to keep his control. Konzen’s hand had undone his shirt and was plucking gently at a puckered nipple, keeping the movements just shy of painful. Kenren’s hand was drawing circles on his inner thighs and this combination reinforced the idea that Tenpou was going nowhere.

“Konzen, we agreed not to do this anymore… long ago.” He murmured, his last ditch attempt at sorting this out. He wasn’t objecting, but if it made Kenren and Konzen’s association much worse then he would rather stop it now.

Konzen growled again and bit down on Tenpou’s earlobe.

“I’m not losing to him.” He hissed in Tenpou’s ear. “… and consider this something of payback for dumping me the other month to have wall sex with the moron.” He licked a trail to Tenpou’s collarbone, down over his chest and descended on his nipple, starting to suckle on it.

Tenpou yelped, especially as Kenren’s hands were now touching tentatively between his legs. Each touch was too soft to be traced and left a tickling sensation that made Tenpou squirm. He reached for Kenren and the dark-haired man leaned over for a kiss his dancing fingers stroking across Tenpou’s clenching stomach.

Konzen looked up and saw the two lovers kissing. It couldn’t be denied that they made an erotic sight. Tenpou was flushed and his head was thrown back, baring a neck that was a series of Konzen-brand little marks, he was smiling. Kenren’s face was more darkened with desire and possessiveness, his kiss was intense and his hands roaming around Tenpou’s chest, tugging insistently at the stiffened nipples.

“Tch.” Not to be outdone, Konzen stroked a hand down Tenpou’s body and grabbed hold of the twitching cock, stroking insistently. Tenpou jerked, broke away from Kenren and panted. The General grabbed Tenpou’s jaw to force the shorter man back into the kiss but Tenpou moaned.

Konzen gave an evil smile as he palmed Tenpou’s cock with one elegant hand.

“I believe frigid was the phrase you used.” He murmured to Kenren, using his other hand to keep Tenpou’s legs apart.

Kenren removed Konzen’s hand from Tenpou’s thigh and held it firm, his dark eyes glared at unconcerned violet.

“What is it you want?” He growled.

“What are you offering?” retorted Konzen, pulling a little too hard on Tenpou’s cock and causing a cry of almost-pain from the man below them. “Are you too afraid to share?”

Kenren looked down at the squirming Tenpou. Those bemused eyes were glazed over with lust and he looked almost helpless lying back on the floorboards. It was intriguing seeing Tenpou this way, taken completely off guard and outplayed. It made him look quite fragile, almost like a cornered animal. Kenren, not used to this taken-by-surprise Tenpou, was ready to surrender his lover to Konzen … purely for research purposes and not his own entertainment.

“You fuck him and I’m joining in, blondie.” … okay maybe not all about research.

Konzen shrugged and released Tenpou and then pulled off his shirt. He leaned over the Marshall and pushed his arms up above his head. Tenpou bucked at the movement but complied reluctantly. He then held out a demanding hand to Kenren.

“Lubricant … and don’t pretend you haven’t got any.” He said sharply.

Dumbly, Kenren reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small green glass jar. However, before he couldn’t hand it over, he grabbed a handful of Konzen’s own golden hair and pulled the drunken bureaucrat into a kiss of his own. Konzen didn’t protest, not even when Kenren unbuttoned his pants and reached inside, finding the hardened arousal.

“Play nice… remember it’s all his fault.” He murmured against Konzen’s lips and he released the blonde.

Tenpou really didn’t know what to make of all this. One minute there was an argument between the two men and he was watching with a resigned humour. The next he was on the floor and Kenren and Konzen were cooperating with other. The alcohol in his system combined with the barrage of erotic assaults had left him a little woozy and rather embarrassingly disorientated.

Kenren was stripping off now and settling down near his head, keeping his arms pinioned down using his shins and lifting his legs upwards. Tenpou looked between his legs in time to see and feel Konzen plunge two slicked fingers into his body.

“There's really no need toaahhhh … mmm … hah!”

Tenpou tried to move but Kenren held firmly, keeping him pinioned. Tenpou struggled to arch his back but to no avail. Konzen scissored his fingers and Tenpou’s hips bucked, his voice moving from pants to moans.

“Ahhh ... was this ... oh my ... was this planned?” he moaned out. Oh wouldn’t it be just fantastic if the owner came out now to see one of his best customers – and the local deity – getting fucked like a common whore on the back porch.

“This is punishment,” said Kenren chuckling. “Now shut that mouth before I gag you.”

Konzen slipped in another finger and Tenpou cried out, twisting against the hold.

“At least tell me if it was planned … what on earth happened? …” his next sentence was cut off as Kenren leaned over and gently pressed the head of his dick against Tenpou’s half-open mouth, slipping it in on Tenpou’s next inhaled breath.

Konzen nodded his readiness and slicked his own arousal. He surveyed the scene in front of him, Tenpou splayed out on the floorboards sucking enthusiastically on the cock offered him, his legs high in the air held by the ankle. Then there was Kenren, eyes closed in bliss holding his lover down, offering him like a piece of meat. Not the way Konzen usually preferred to spend an evening, but it would do.

Reaching for and making sure Tenpou’s ankles rested comfortably on his shoulders, he plunged into the man beneath him.

“Hah! Mmmph… Fuck!” Was Kenren’s sudden exclamation as Tenpou’s sudden moan reverberated around his cock. He was now lightly thrusting into the hot wet mouth, seeking out his own pleasure. This was a great way to spend an evening. He leaned over and sought out Konzen’s mouth again.

Konzen met the kiss head on and thrust harder into the man beneath him, provoking muffled noises that made Kenren kiss harder. Equally, the raven-haired man reached down to Tenpou’s own neglected cock and the resulting buck and tightening of Tenpou’s internal muscles made Konzen pant hard into the kiss.

Finally, it was Konzen who broke the kiss and sought out his completion pushing furiously into the brunette beneath him. He was so close and the moans from Kenren were just spurring him on. Sweat ran down his forehead and darkened the loose strands of his blonde hair. His toes curled in anticipation. Oh fuck … it was building … godsdamned good.

… but Tenpou and Kenren got there first.

With a loud cry and a full-body jerk Tenpou came, arching his back in sheer bliss and nearly passing out with the force of his release and spattered all the way up his body. Kenren followed him, adding his own release to his lover’s mouth, chest and neck. The sight of them and the constant spasms around his cock shoved Konzen over the edge also. His release shot from him with a gasp and he collapsed onto the brunette beneath him.

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It didn’t surprise Konzen in the slightest that Kenren and Tenpou lit up cigarettes less than two minutes afterwards. He declined the offer himself but threw Tenpou his discarded shirt to wipe himself off with.

“Thank you, Konzen.” Came the slightly raspy voice.

Tenpou was stil lying on the floorboards with his head in Kenren’s lap, breathing deeply. His body was completely limp and shiny with sweat. There was a pleasantly warm ache between his legs, the faintest feeling of Konzen's semen sliding down his thigh and his muscles felt rubbery. Kenren was also smoothing down damp strands of hair and scratching at his scalp which was quite simply blissful.

Konzen had Tenpou’s legs over his knees and was absent-mindedly tracing patterns on Tenpou’s sweaty stomach. He knew he needed to get up and leave soon. Goku would need putting to bed and checking to see if the Hag had actually given him the bath he sorely needed, as well as trimming those claws of his.

He didn’t say anything as he raised himself up but Tenpou and Kenren looked interestedly on as he stretched and pulled his hair back into its customary golden tail. He pulled on the sticky linen shirt, zipped his flies and remained in a standing still position. He looked upwards and as he did so, his body took on a luminescence that started from his chakra. It rolled down his body, enveloped him within a pale golden light and as it covered him, he vanished back to Tenkai.

“I remember that being so much quicker.” Murmured Kenren, he leant over and recommenced petting of Tenpou’s stomach. The muscles contracted and rippled under his touch and he dropped a kiss on the sticky skin. “Suppose I should return as well, I’m due for a tour of inspection and general ass-kicking routine down the mess.”

Tenpou chuckled.

“Will you be returning to your own bed, or will you be inhabiting mine?” he asked. Kenren poked at his lovers abdomen making Tenpou twitch.

“Don’t get clever with me you know the answer all too well.” He smirked “I’ve even put my toothbrush in that thing you call a tooth mug.”

“It is a tooth mug, or that’s what I intended it to be when I made it.” Tenpou levered himself and shook sweat from his bangs. He held out a hand “Come on, General it’s time for you to go and me to pay the bill.”

Kenren pouted but followed Tenpou’s lead taking the proffered hand and rising to his feet. He nodded and then swept an arm around the Marshall’s waist, drawing him in close. Their mouths touched and Kenren’s tongue sought out his lovers. With an ease that came from years of intimacy Tenpou responded, parrying playfully with Kenren’s tongue at first, then deepening the kiss so the arm around his waist tightened and sent a pleasure-filled ache flickering through his well-used insides. Tenpou gave a soft moan of pleasure and Kenren began to shine with a faint silvery light.

"It was good." Kenren grinned. "But remember I don't like competition." He continued kissing.

Tenpou responded with gusto. He genuinely loved kissing Kenren. The man had a distinctive talent for making the receiver of his kiss melt in his arms. His lips would seek out, his tongue would delve and his hands would stroke. However these kinds of kisses were special. Kenren started to phase out in the middle of it and Tenpou loved the feeling of the very spirit of his lover rushing through him and today was no exception. Kenren vanished and the silver mist swept through Tenpou like a burst of cooling water.

Once he had recovered his faculties and tidied the empty glasses and bottles into a respectable pile, Tenpou reached into his pocket and drew out a battered leather purse. He shook it gently, pleased to note that he had packed more coins than usual into it. He drew out a handful, intending to leave a nice fat tip this time.

He entered the bar and noticed that only a smattering of patrons were left, however the barkeep and owner of the tavern was still at the bar, cleaning it down for the night. He gave a congenial smile as Tenpou approached the bar and put down a handful of coins. The smile grew bigger.

“Ah many thanks as always sir …” The coins disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. “Did you enjoy the evening, sir” asked the barkeep, with nothing in his voice to say that he heard or saw what had just occurred.

“Oh yes.” Murmured Tenpou. “Very relaxing.”

“I’m surprised.” Said the barkeep jovially, wiping down his glass and placing it back on the shelf.

Tenpou looked up with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh? Why should you be?” he asked suspiciously. The drying sweat on his shirt suddenly felt a little cold. Last thing he needed was to get a reputation as a homosexual heretic in this town, especially as they had such a good bookshop.

“Oh yes!” said the barkeep happily. “It’s one of our festival days today, we celebrate the god of this town in thanks for the good harvest … although the festival was made unique this year by the sudden explosions of fireworks overhead … It’s odd really, no one knows where they came from.” He grinned. “… I had never seen such things! Our town god must have been at pleasure I think.”

He eyed Tenpou who was smirking and looking sheepish. He had clean forgotten the effects of his own deity powers.

“Sounds great.” He laughed, handing over a small bag of coins. ”I will take another two bottles of sake with me and come through again on my next visit.”

The barkeep took the coins with a bow of his head and handed over three bottles.

“As always sir, you are most welcome.” His wrinkled face broke into a smile. “Please visit again; who knows our God may smile upon us again.”

With a forced laugh Tenpou left the bar, swung his cloakc around and set off, winding through the alleyways and coming to his own shrine. As he walked up the steps he felt the familiar shimmer run through him and before he disappeared to Tenkai he had just enough time to pick up the leather-bounded copy of the Perfumed Garden left on his altar.

He loved this town.

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A/N:: Thanks for reading and sticking with this, I really do apologise for the long breaks in between updates. As always reviews are welcomed. I couldn't resist the Perfurmed Garden reference at the end, for those who don't know it's an Indian Sex Manual that's much more in depth than the Kama Sutra.

Ginny - You are sweet for sticking with me, thank you

Duosangel - Hmm glove smut ... that gets the juices flowing again.

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