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In Memoriam: Pam Wisniewski (April 17, 1963 - January 9, 2008)

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 08:34:02 GMT

For those of you that have yet to be informed, and for those of you
that have already heard, I have the great displeasure of informing you
that our dear friend Pam is no longer with us. Those of you who do not
know her by this name will know her by this Journal.

Monday, January 7th, she went to the doctor and received a
prescription for an upper-respiratory infection which advanced to
pneumonia. Wednesday she woke with breathing problems and was rushed to
the hospital for respiratory arrest, passing from total cardiac arrest
shortly after reaching the hospital.

Viewing was at the Plumb-Smith Funeral Home in Flint Friday night,
with the Funeral service 1:00 PM Saturday, January 12. I regret not
being able to pass this information to you sooner. Her body rests in
Sunset Hills Cemetery, Flint, Michigan, though we know she has gone
elsewhere, and we all take part of her with us in memory.

Throughout her life, Pam overcame a number of various medical
problems, including two brain surgeries, epilepsy, and unspecified
neurological and metabolic problems. Her back and knees failing her, she
went from not being able to stand of long periods, to using a cane, and
for the past few years used a wheelchair to cover long distances, often
relying upon her close friend Jim to get from place to place. With all
this, she continued on driving up to the far too soon end of her life,
as in her words, it is better to drive than to ride.

Pam was an avid role-playing enthusiast, playing and running such
games as Dungeons & Dragons, Traveller, and others far too numerous to
mention. Attending a regular game every Saturday (note attending not
always playing as we gamers often find something else to do when we
gather) with friends in Ypsilanti, Michigan. Participating in her last
game session at the Red Dragon Hobby Shop on Friday, January 4th, Pam
played Ringworld with friends into the night. Not only playing and
running games, Pam was also working on a game system with Jim. Recently
play testing, the game had been being worked upon for many years. Atop
this, she still found the time to help with many aspects of another
friends own game system. Online, Pam played World of Warcraft,
GuildWars, and a number of play by Email/Post games including a favorite
of hers based upon the Japanese anime SAIYUKI. Not only playing games,
Pam was a writer of various short stories and fan fiction. Her most
recent short based in the Saiyuki universe was posted recently as a gift
for an online friend, and may be found online, though I know not where.

Forever a student of life, Pam had a great thirst for knowledge of
all sorts. Studying a vast range of languages, from French in high
school, to Russian in college, and a smattering of Latin, Spanish,
Arabic, and Esperanto. In recent years, her attention was directed at
Japanese, not only the language but the culture and way of life. Often
spending many nights with friends at a local restaurant, The Country Sun
in Davison, she would study, write, and converse over a meal or glass of pop

Pam is survived by her mother, Ellie; older brother, David; niece,
Rachel; and aunt, Hazel; Not to forget her friends, close and far, of
all ages and calls of life.

Pam often said that she was not a good person, and to steal the
words of one of her closest friends, she was right, she was more, she
was a great friend. We have all lost a great friend, a great teacher, a
great companion in her passing. For those of us that knew her
personally, she will live on in our memories of her warm laugh,
welcoming smile, sarcastic yet friendly remarks, and the many other ways
in which she touched our lives.

Pam will be missed by all who knew her, and though they do not know
it, those that will not have the chance to meet her.

If you would, please pass this on to those who knew her as I can say
that I do not know all of those that should be included.

a little something from rapha7

Tue, 13 Mar 2007 04:32:52 GMT

1. Can you cook?
2. What was your dream growing up?
3. What talent do you wish you had?
4. Favorite place?
5. Favorite vegetable?
6. What was the last book you read?
7. What zodiac sign are you?
8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
9. Worst Habit?
10. Do we know each other outside of Livejournal?
11. What is your favorite sport?
12. Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15. Tell me one weird fact about you.
16. Do you have any pets?
17. Do you know how to do the Macarena?
18. What time is it where you are now?
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21. Would you be my partner in crime or my conscience?
22. What color eyes do you have?
23. Ever been arrested?
24. Bottle or Draft?
25. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?
26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?
27. What's your favorite bar to hang at?
28. Do you believe in ghosts?
29. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
30. Do you swear a lot?
31. Biggest pet peeve?
32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33. In one word, how would you describe me?
34. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

Interesting stuff that happened in my usually dull life

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 21:23:14 GMT

Today I took my dog to the vet's and got the last of her ear stitches out that she had for the removal of yet another two growths! She's only 6 months old and should not be developing these this early. I just hope she doesn't get more or we'll have to keep taking her in. And as if that isn't excitement enough, my mum's stress test showed she might have a blockage in her heart so they're going to do the heart cath thing to find out. If she doesn't she'll just come home from hospital and that's that. But if she does have one, then they're going to do the balloon thing to get rid of the blockage right then and there. I'm a bit nervous cus she's 74 years old and although it's a perfectly safe procedure, anything can happen. I'm working myself into a fret over nothing probably. But being in a hospital waiting around is not my idea of fun and I know my mum isn't looking forward to this either. So, she'll be home Wednesday either way, but I'm hoping they don't find anything and that everything goes according to plan

Meme I stole from Cupn

Sun, 28 Jan 2007 07:51:44 GMT

Don't Fuck With Me Seme
Take Are you a Seme or an Uke? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.</p>

Serious and to the point, and sometimes bordering on the sadistic, it takes a special breed of uke to satisfy your needs. You tend to be anti-social with little patience for most people. You need someone to challenge you and push you to your limits, and then be able to take the punishment you dish out, which frequently involves rope and alchohol. This is what makes the Badass Uke the yin for your yang, as you're the only one able to put them in line and satisfy each other.

A Quiz I took on RPG

Fri, 26 Jan 2007 06:24:26 GMT

You scored as Storyteller. The Storyteller is in it for the plot: the sense of mystery and the fun of participating in a narrative that has the satisfying arc of a good book or movie. He enjoys interacting with well-defined NPCs, even preferring antagonists who have genuine motivations and personality to mere monsters. To the Storyteller, the greatest reward of the game is participating in a compelling story with interesting and unpredictable plot threads, in which his actions and those of his fellow characters determine the resolution.

With apologies to Robin Laws.

Storyteller

100%

Character Player

80%

Casual Gamer

55%

Tactician

40%

Power Gamer

10%

Specialist

Weekend Warrior

What RPG Player (Not Character) Type Are You?
created with QuizFarm.com

Storyteller

100%

Character Player

80%

Casual Gamer

55%

Tactician

40%

Power Gamer

10%

Specialist

Weekend Warrior

What RPG Player (Not Character) Type Are You?
created with QuizFarm.com

Fri, 19 Jan 2007 06:23:48 GMT

For all those who know and love me, I'm going to a science-fiction/fantasy convention in Troy, Michigan this week-end. It's a fannish con, that equates to mostly just a bunch of us fans hanging around guest writers and artists, visiting panels on how midiaevel manuscripts were done and playing all sorts of fantasy/sci-fi board, card, and role playing games. I'm sure lots of naughty stuff goes on there too, but I've never bothered to do it cus there were many other more interesting things to do there. Hopefully it will have wi-fi so I can do computer stuff there, but I don't know how often I'll get to my lap top. I'm coming back Sunday sometime.

be seeing you

Memes...who knew?

Fri, 12 Jan 2007 13:32:31 GMT

Okei...So I've seen these things called Memes. Do I know what Meme stands for. I do not. Do I know what they are? I do not. Do I know how to manipulate anything here on LJ? I do not, but I will try. Or as Master Yoda says, "There is no try, only do or do not." or something like that. So to see 10 things I generally don't tell people right off hand, look under the fake cut

1 I sing Japanese songs without knowing what the Japanese words mean in English, nor do I have the least care if I do or not.

2 I make up songs and sing to my lizards with corny tunes with even cornier words...they don't seem to care

3 Before brain surgery when I was 16, I was going to be a nuclear physicist, now I'm just happy I can find the kitchen.

4 I've never had a boy friend, ever

5 Before the drugs for my epilepsy has made my hands shake too much, I used to paint 25mm fantasy miniatures

6 In high-school, I wrote band smut about The Beatles

7 I have a friend who is exactly 12 yrs, 6 mons to the day born apart from me, making us both Rabbits in the Chinese Zodiac system. We enjoy almost the same things on all levels.

8 One of my most favourite songs is But But But from Slayers sung by Ishida Akira. I don't care if other people say he can't sing, I think he can!

9 Video games are smarter than I am. They lay in wait until I'm just about ready to finish a level then make me start all over again from the beginning. It's happened too many times to be a coincidence, so it must be true.

10 My lizards are smart enough to work computers. They watch the screen and when they're bored with it, they change it to e-mail and write to people! And they like chatting in Yahoo to my friends...they never say much, but they like to do it anyway.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OPHIOMANCER

Thu, 04 Jan 2007 14:32:41 GMT

I wish I were better at these things so I could give ophiomancer a better b-day card, but unfortunately, you'll have to settle for this little number I've sent via E-Mail. Please enjoy!

Death and Cake Challenge

Sun, 31 Dec 2006 03:11:36 GMT

NAME OF FANDOM: Saiyuki Gaiden

TITLE OF STORY/ART: Long Ago...Now and Then

NAME OF AUTHOR:

RATING: PG for hints of Kenren x Tenpou if you stand on one leg and squint real hard

SPOILER WARNING: End of Gaiden spoiler.

DISCLAIMER: Saiyuki and Saiyuki Gaiden are the property of Kazuya Minekura

Challenge #7! At long last!

Oh dear. It has been awhile, hasn't it? Mmm. Well, if you want a challenge, I suppose I can offer one. It's one of the things I'm best at, you know.

Cake or Death?

Do try to get these in by Sunday, January 21st, won't you? And Jiro love, bring me another margarita. I'm terribly thirsty.

Long Ago...Then and Now

Tenpou looked at his bloody, grimy hands and sighed. It had started with the bundle-of-energy heretic given to Konzen to make his life "interesting". Interesting was certainly what it had become after little Goku's arrival. Until that point, none of them had really lived and now they were about to die. He wished that the emperor hadn't been so blind to Li Touten's ambitions and that the other heretic boy had been able to grow up knowing he truly had a friend when he had never had one before. But of course now both of them were in coma-like states, if not dead, and one was facing death, or worse.

Tenpou's arms ached from being above his shoulders, attached to the cold stone wall behind him. His mouth was sore due to the soldiers' disregard for his rank and their misplaced loyalty to a madman. He wasn't angry with the guards, as they were easily duped, and not really known for their individual thinking. Leaders led and they followed, that was their lot in life. He wanted a cigarette, but prisoners weren't allowed such niceties as it would be breaking the rules, and that was what got them all here in the first place, disobedience to heaven.

His Taisho, Kenren, was still unconscious and in worse shape than he himself was. But then, he had managed to elude their clutching grasp for a longer period. A touch of crimson bled into his face at the remembrance of his failure. He, Tenpou Gensui, had meant to play the part of hero and rescue them all. Tenpou snorted out loud. Who had he been trying to kid, saving two broken men and a comatose boy from a maximum security dungeon was nothing short of suicide. But then, thanatos always had beckoned to him. It was a reason his men refused to let him go on missions alone. He would happily go to his death knowing they were safe.

The sounds of chains rattling and the moans of pain brought him from his reverie. Kenren was stirring. Pain wrenched his heart; he adored that man, with his rakish good looks and bohemian life-style. He was envious of the short haired general. Kenren was his true kindred soul. Many were the meetings they missed together, drinking rice wine. Kenren had run interference for him while Tenpou stayed behind the scenes, manipulating those around them. Now, Kenren was paying a price he should never have had to. Another groan from his cell companion caused him to look up.

"Hn...Hey, Tenpou," the Taisho grunted, "You look like shit. I suppose I don't look any better?"

Tenpou shook his head, "No, I'm afraid not, dear Kenren. And what's worse, we have no cigarettes." He attempted a laugh, only to result in a cough where he spit up blood.

"I thought you were the man with the plan to rescue us," Kenren hoarsely chuckled. "Some rescue. Would have been better if you hadn't tried."

Tenpou's eyes softened in affection. "My dearest Kenren, I could never abandon you. You mean far too much to me."

Kenren managed a grin with his dry, cracked, blood-stained lips. "Why, Marshal, if I didn't know better, I'd say you'd fallen for my stunning good looks and boyish charms."

"Believe me, General, you would be the first to know if I were interested in a piece of beef-cake." Tenpou returned the grin, wiggling an eye-brow.

"You think they'll make our deaths short and sweet, Tenpou?" His face suddenly went serious.

"I imagine not, Kenren, as we probably won't get to have our cake, and eat it too."

What's my ideal anime pet?

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 14:12:41 GMT

What Is Your Ideal Anime Pet
Hosted by theOtaku.com: Anime. Done right.

Thu, 24 Aug 2006 10:25:22 GMT

I hate to be bothersome to everyone, but I'm having problems in finding anime music for Yami no Matsuei and Samurai Deeper Kyo. I'm looking for the opening and closing themes and all I can find are the T.V. versions on the CDs. Does anyone know where I can find full versions that are not MP3s of them? I thank you all for your indulgence.

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 01:51:36 GMT

guanyin_kun

Man, What a way to deal.

Mon, 07 Aug 2006 22:11:04 GMT

YAY...Thank you Ditch for friending me.

Thank you CarJack for letting us beta for you.

::Steps quickly back behind the curtain before anyone really notices::

Did I do this right?

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 06:47:37 GMT

Okei, one of my first entries... Eggies. My bearded dragon lays them, why shouldn't I try a virtual one?

search function

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 22:56:15 GMT

Gentleman's Agreement

Mon, 15 May 2006 20:07:27 GMT

Disclaimer: I don't own squat, let alone Saiyuki. Didn't make a red cent...
Warning: Yaoi, if you don't like it, don't read it.
Notes: Hakkai's POV

Gentleman's Agreement
By guanyin-kun

For the last four years we have had a gentleman's agreement. We could share the bed as long as the hand rule was observed... that being, hands were kept to yourself.

This did not include waking in one another's arms. Being held was acceptable. No one liked being alone. No one.

When we stopped at inns, I tried to make sure I was with Gojyo. I liked this arrangement best of all the possible combinations. The only time he did not share the bed, was when we all slept in one room.

I am such a hypocrite.

I smile in the inky darkness. Gojyo was always so open about his body. He would walk about the house wearing nothing, while I hurried to cover myself as if it were a sin.

No matter the amount of de-programming I do, there are vestiges left from the contamination ingrained in me. Had I always been such a prude? It was getting harder to remember anymore.

In many ways, I am envious of the man I sleep next to. Unafraid to speak his mind, passionate in everything he does. How I yearn to be like that.

At first I had always avoided being near him when he would carelessly parade his nudity. Even in sleep, he preferred this freedom. I, of course, cover myself in as much as possible, weather permitting. The least is my tee-shirt and undershorts.

Sighing, I roll onto my side facing Gojyo, the best friend I could ask for. I concentrate on the night sounds to relax and sleep. Even that is denied me.

I toss and turn, my mind too full of images of Kanan. I always dream of her, or at least I try. My thoughts are rarely far from her, except that I can never keep the good times from fusing with that horrible night.

I groan softly. Another sleepless night, with more endless driving on the morrow. Even Hakuryuu mewls happily in his sleep. Sweet dreams, I hope.

Whisper soft, I become aware of another sound. A sound I have not heard in over four years. The ragged breathing of pleasure.

For once, I want to hide. Involuntarily, I look down, gasping in awe. I knew his size, but I have never seen it extended. I know he's asleep.

He is still asleep. Please, tell me he's still asleep. I can't face him if he's not.

I had felt his regular breathing rhythm earlier and now I was faced with waking him, or watching this fascinating sight. I fight to keep my own excitement from stirring my loins.

Over four years. I dream of her touch, her smell, every day. But confronted with the sounds and the muskiness of Gojyo's pheromones, I find they send signals to me I thought long dead.

My undershorts are tight as my arousal grows in size. My breathing too, starts coming in small gasps, faster and faster. A small moan escapes my throat.

I loose my fettered erection, shuddering as I do so. Oh, for a tender touch there. Licking my lips, I hesitatingly touch the tip, finding it already wet.

Electricity courses through me as Gojyo brushes against me. I want to be touched so badly. As Gojyo continues to caress himself, I want to see his extended member. Curiosity I suppose.

With a boldness I didn't feel, I draw the covers aside. There is just enough light to discern Gojyo's member laying thick and dark upon his stomach.

My cheeks are hot in the night air. I burn with a forbidden passion, while confusion colours my soul. Closing my eyes does nothing to remove the image from my mind.

"Hakkai..." I jump, startled at the whispered sound of my own name emerging from his generous lips. My throat goes dry. Has he awoken... no, he's dreaming... of me.

I lean close to his ear. "I'm here, Gojyo Do you want me to help?" My voice is barely audible. Why had I asked?

I didn't expect him to hear me, but he turned his head, closing the space between us, kissing me tenderly.

Shocked by the action, I feel like a rabbit looking for a warren to escape to. Finding no such exit, I return the kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth.

I ache. Over four long years. So lonely. If I still had it within me, I would cry, but those tears are long since dead.

He tastes of cigarettes and stale beer , but I don't care. My chest heaves, as the pounding inside becomes like the beating of some primeval drum.

I'm not sure who broke the agreement first, him or me. All I am conscious of is the feel of hands on skin. Disappearing into the darkness on the floor, my clothes fly from my body until I too am naked.

I shouldn't be this interested in a man. Sex never ruled my life, why now? What is it about Gojyo that draws me to him?

Our bodies rub against one another, fitting perfectly. Almost as if of one mind, we grasp each other's need. I whimper, as Gojyo inhales sharply.

My hips buck with the rough hand upon my penis. "Please, don't stop."

"Only if you promise not to." He burrows into my neck licking up to my ear, adding tiny nibbles along the way. I want him in my mouth again.

I catch his soft lower lip in my teeth, pushing my tongue there into his warmness. Bringing myself to please him more, I arouse his nipple with my thumb.

Pulling away from the kiss, he withdraws slightly. "You want to do more than just touch? Get really satisfied, you know?"

I look at him in astonishment. Words fail me for one of the first times I can remember.

"Gojyo, I'm not that way." One of the evils they taught me that hasn't left yet. I don't care if others do it, I just don't want to be labeled as such.

I am a hypocrite.

"Who said anything about being one way or the other? I asked if you wanted to do something to make you feel a whole lot better. Changing sexual preferences isn't what I do. How long's it been? Three, four years? Damn, by this time I'd have a serious case of blue balls. I'm surprised you don't. But tell me you don't like this..."

Soaking his fingers in his mouth momentarily, he draws them down under my scrotum, rubbing it with his thumb as he enters a finger into my rectum.

I want to grab the intrusion, pull it out, but he begins to slowly remove it on his own accord. He repeats it several times. "Gojyo, nothing belongs up there."

"Hmm. We'll see. I don't want to hurt you." He still probes me with long even strokes.

"I haven't said 'yes' yet." What have I gotten myself into? Do I want it to stop? Now is the time to do it, before it gets out of hand. He's right, it does feel good. I sigh in ecstasy.

The pressure in my rear feels a marked increase. While I have been distracted thinking it over, he slipped a second finger in. Deeper too.

"You also haven't said 'no'. I can read your body, Hakkai. You want this so bad it hurts. You're just afraid you'll like it." His voice is teasing.

Kanan forgive me.

"Yes, I want it, Gojyo. Please. Help me with this pain."

I love you Kanan. I don't deserve this, but Gojyo knows, he understands. I'm sorry.

"Stay right there. I'll be right back. Something we need." As his warmth dissipates, I begin to miss it already. He smells, well, right somehow. It's not truly on a conscious level... just something I notice when I'm that close to his heat. Kanan had a similar odour about her. Is it due only to those genetic markers that I am drawn to him, or is it something else?

Returning with a jar, he has a broad smile on his face. I am afforded a better view of his phallus. I kiss the very tip. I've seen less predatory looks on wild animals than the one he gives me.

He lifts my face from his thickened arousal.

"You don't get to do that yet. It won't be long though." His fingers swirl through my hair, outlining the back of my ear.

"Hakkai, you trust me?" I interlace my hand with his.

"As much as I trust anyone, more than most." I bring his hand to my face, kissing it. "I still love her, Gojyo."

"I know. I'm not asking for love right now Hakkai. You have a serious hurt and I want to help. You also turn me on. Always have."

I'm dumbfounded. Love.... right now? Did he just say he wanted a relationship of a romantic nature with me? But, he's.... and I'm...

I love you Kanan.

"Alright, just relax and let me do the work." Gojyo's finger tips dipped into the tub, withdrawing a generous amount of grease.

I watched in anticipation as my hips gave a sharp jerk like a puppy jumping for a treat.

With an easy motion, he covers his entire length with the gel. Moving my legs apart he kneels between them, he teases my rim, then enters with a persistent force using three of his fingers. I bite back a cry of pain.

Satisfied with his ministrations, Gojyo positions himself above me. His thick heat thrusts in slowly letting me adjust to him. I writhe in pleasure.

"Gojyo..." He takes advantage of my mouth, ruling it as his own. I didn't know I had an erogenous zone in there. I want it all the more. "Harder."

I wrap my legs around his hips so that we are now inseparable.

"Hey, now. Didn't I say I was doing all the work? Let go. You're so goddamn tight. So sweet."

I want him in deeper. My hardness between us, being massaged through our movements, brings about a deep shuddering arch to my back.

From my raw, dry throat, I cry out in a long needed release. Hot viscus juices spurt between us.

From deep within, Gojyo throbs, deliciously against my prostrate, sending us both into paroxysms of delirium.

Withdrawing his now flaccid member, he begins licking my semen from my stomach. Repelled, but curious, I want a taste.

I run Gojyo's fingers through the remnants, placing them lovingly on my tongue. Sucking on them makes me excited again.

I twitch a bit at the slimy texture and salty taste. Gojyo is watching, a grin breaking out as he sees my reaction.

"First taste of man butter? Let me sweeten that for you." That long, pointed tongue sweeps broadly up my abdominals and chest diving into my mouth.

Delectable. When shared this way, it becomes like fine wine. My breath was shortening again. Gojyo looked down in appreciation.

"Shit, man, you're practically coming again." He too is stiffening up. "You wanna take me?"

My breath catches in my throat. "Yes."

I'm sorry Kanan, but I need this.

"Your first time anal?" My ears burn. "Don't worry, I'll walk you through it. Take the slick and do your dick, then slick your fingers up and ease 'em in my ass. Spread your fingers, after they're in as far as they'll go. Aim your prick, and shove it in, slow. I think you know the rest."

"Gojyo, that's disgusting." I want it, but I can't bring myself to overcome the brainwashing. "It's unsanitary."

"Fine, whatever. I'll do it myself, then your 'dirty cock' can go up my 'dirty ass.' Happy?

"N-No, please, let me do it. I think I need to do it. Just let me try." I've used lube before, but not having to insert it. I can do this.

Gojyo has his rear facing me, elevated. Lubing myself with the cool gel, I take the rest and cautiously enter his anus.

Please forgive me.

Three fingers, all the way in. His moan vibrates my fingers as I flex them. He takes my other hand, placing it on his penis.

His velvet soft exterior encourages me to do this. I want this. Closing my eyes, this time I see Gojyo instead of Kanan. Inhaling sharply, I shake my head in minor disbelief. When did he slip into my fantasies?

"You okay?" He's always concerned about me, which brings a tenderness to my heart. Someone cares, and I'm not alone.

"Yes, I'm fine..." I'm going to be better than great. I feel a true smile cross my lips. I grip tightly and start fondling his wonderful shaft.

"Ready any time you are." He hisses in pleasure at my touch.

Emboldened by his words, I slowly push past his rim, feeling only a slight discomfort as I venture deeper.

Tighter than Kanan ever was. I feel the flush of embarrassment and shame as I compare the two. It's not fair to either of them, but I want them both. Since she is denied me, I need turn to him. More quickly than I expect, I find my myself buried within. "I want you, Gojyo."

"Pound me into the goddamn bed." As if his permission spurred me on, my hips began thrusting deeply, slapping our flesh together. This sound has me rolling my head back in ecstasy.

Leaning over, I bite his shoulder, nearly drawing blood. I want him to know how much this means to me.

"Gods, Hakkai, I'm coming." My own testicles are close to me, hot, wet and quivering. He throbs repeatedly in my hand, the heat increasing as he comes to his climax.

Whilst within, Gojyo's vocalizations of joy, wring from me my own completion, until I am totally empty.

I ease myself out, grabbing him around the waist. Pulling him close, I collapse on him.

"Mmm. That was fantastic. I didn't know you were such an accomplished lover, Hakkai." I want to curl into his warmth.

"Off the bed. There are two very important things we must do Gojyo."

With a lecherous grin, he moves toward me. "You sucking me off and me sucking you off? That's two things..." His laugh is deep in his throat. My chest is heaving again.

"Although fellatio sounds wonderful, we have to wash up and change the linen. I refuse to sleep in soiled bed-clothes." Standing with me, he leans into my neck, kissing it. I let him hold on to me as I try to get my orientation back.

"Easy there, stud. You're not used to all this." He hugs me gently to his bronzed body, stroking my sides. How long have I yearned for just such an embrace? Is that why, when I occasionally awake in his muscled arms I feel at peace? Simply because someone cares?

I twist in his grasp, holding him like a second skin to me. Raging passion overwhelms my senses, and I find it hard to breathe. I take his sensual mouth, desperate for that taste again.

Surprised, but not unhappily, Gojyo pulls me even deeper into him, almost as if he were trying to make our two bodies one. I claw into his athletically firm buttocks, leaving small trails of blood as my mark of passing.

"Now I know why you fight the way you do. You're just so freakin' repressed, you'll do anything to get rid of that anxiety. And I've just solved problem two." He grabs a blanket after ripping the bedclothes off. He pulls me with him as he crawls into the bed, covering us both.

"See, simple. As to washing up, I have a feeling we're going to get dirtier, so it would be a waste of time and energy. Energy better spent doing things like this... " He dips beneath the covers, kissing my body as he descends.

He grasps my sex and I feel his warm, tickling breath on my tip. My hands stray down to his silken locks, so like Kanan's. I try to pull him closer, but he has his own agenda in mind.

More delicate than the flickering of a snake tongue sensing its prey, Gojyo caresses my end, rubbing the gland exposed there. Breathlessly, I whisper his name.

What flood gates has he opened within me? Do I want something more from him, as he alluded to? Can I give that to him?

I am such a hypocrite.

Her long, brown hair.
His luscious, red locks.
Her full, sensual mouth.
His warm, soft tongue and throat.
Her tender skin.
His taut, strong muscles.
Her sweet sex.
His erotic forbiddeness.
Her absence.
His presence.

I want her.

I need him.

I am such a hypocrite.

His mouth gently sucks at me, taking me deep into his mouth, titillating me all the way.

All conscious thought stops as my body is wracked with spasms of pleasure. I throb helplessly in his encompassing, sheathing throat. He pulls back slightly as I fill his orifice with my seed so he can swallow effectively.

I can no longer hold back my thoughts. "Gojyo, I want...!"

Kanan, I'm sorry. I love you, but I am weak and can no longer go forward alone.

I pull him to me, finding droplets around his face from my expulsion. I lick them away as I kiss him deeply.

Holding him intimately, I whisper meaningless sounds to him. I want this to never end. I want to be with him. "I want..." I want... Words refuse my beck and call. My lexicon denies me access. What do I want? Gojyo...

He raises his head lazily. "Hmm?" Had I spoken aloud? Or is he truly attuned to me, hearing my very thoughts?

"Go down on me, Hakkai. Please." I feel like such an idiot. I don't know the first thing about fellatio. Kanan didn't believe in it and I never pressed the issue. I haven't even performed cunnilingus. Yet I have read extensively on most sexual acts...more for knowledge's sake than actual practice, although I did suggest and implement some a few times.

I am eager for the new experience. "Not until you wash first."

He sighs. "Damn mood spoiler, aren't you. Fine. Have it your way." He wiggles his way out from under the blanket, goes to where he left the last of his beer. "Was saving this for the morning...but, no.. Hakkai has to have everything sanitary..." He leans close, nipping playfully at my ear.

Over the towel, he uses his shirt to wipe away the excess beer and soiling, as he pours the remnants over himself. "Damn that's cold!" I laugh.

"You think that's so funny?" He rips away my protection, pouring the last of it on me.

"No, I swear I don't think it's funny!" I can't stop giggling. He pulls me off the bed, throwing a towel over me and scoops me up. I still can't stop. Hysteria? I don't know. I don't care at this point.

"So great sahib, where are you taking your prize?" He affectionately bites my side, tickling it. "No, please. You have to stop..." I can't breathe anymore. I can't stop laughing.

He slings me over his shoulder, while I kick feebly and ineffectually. I can hear him humming tunelessly. "We're gonna get all cleaned up. Just like you said."

"No, Gojyo...Someone might see." I cling to his neck. I can hear him chuckling in the back of his throat.

"Good for the goose...good for the gander." He exits the room and we make our way down the hall to the bath. Passing Sanzo and Goku's room, there is a sharp report..."Baka saru! They're fine. Now shut up and go to sleep!! And I definitely don't want to talk about it either!"

"Love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation." Gojyo is catching my case of giggles.

"Put me down, Gojyo." His grip is still firm. We're both laughing so hard, tears are raining upon each other with abandon.

We come in front of an open multi-shower. No privacy at all. Gojyo is undaunted. He turns on the cold spigot. "Gojyo, this isn't fair..."

"No, it's not. But it's funnier 'n hell" Whipping the towel from me, he holds me under the cold spray.

After he sets me on my feet, I pull him to me as cold water tries desperately to cool our ardour. Immediately we both shrivel, but our passion is only fueled by each other's nearness. Turning on the other spigot, he warms the water, standing with his back against the wall. Kissing, we are once again wrapped in one another's arms.

I want...

Gojyo. I want... him.

His member hardens between us. Love, lust, self-loathing, yearning, loss, they all swirl within me, making me giddy on their heady brew.

His strong, gentle fingers push softly on my shoulders. "Suck me, Hakkai. Take me now." He's gasping with desire.

"But what if someone comes in. This is a public bath."

"So, they'll see two really sexy guys having hot, horny sex. Who could resist that?"

I murmur in agreement as I lick the droplets of water from his chest and sculpted abs. Teasing his navel, I pet his sacs tentatively, eliciting a heavy groan from him.

I search frantically through my memory. Kama Sutra...sucking up the grapefruit... He would enjoy that. I play at his scrotum, finally taking it completely within my mouth. He twists his fingers in my hair.

"Do me now." He pulls me from my position, making his needs directly known. I expose his gland further, kissing the shiny, excited end.

Brooking no denial or delay, his hips buck, shoving him further into my mouth unexpectedly. I nearly choke on his length. Help from him is now an impossibility as he has relegated his thoughts to absolute carnal satisfaction.

Finally managing to work out the logistics, I take in his throbbing member. Amazingly, he speaks. "Hum."

It is a command. "Hmmmff?"

"Yeah, do it just like that." Shrugging slightly, I do as he asks. Feeling inept, I manage to feel Gojyo's ejaculation start. Unexpectedly, I get a small squirt of hot fluid down my throat, making me cough. Gojyo pulls out, continuing the job with his hand.

"Let me do it, please. I want to please you." He doesn't argue, he only wants it to happen.

I rebuild his heat, remembering that he pulled part-way out when I expended myself. With great surges of seed, he fills my mouth, but I can't swallow fast enough. It comes out, dribbling down my chin to my chest.

He pulls me to my feet, kissing me intensely with his semen upon my tongue. "You're wonderful." I meet those sensuous red eyes with my own green ones. There is no flinching, no turning away. I hold him to me as though a rare flower that would wilt in the light of dawn.

Is this man building more than a temporary shelter in my heart, a solid building of love?

Kanan, forgive me for moving forward. I need to go on.

"Gojyo." Can I choke these words from my lips that have been still for so long. "Gojyo, I... want your love, and what's more, I want to return it."

What if he says no. God, anything but that.

His words are almost too soft to hear, my heartbeat is so loud. "I was hoping you would say that."

My tears come unbidden. Whether from gain or loss I can't tell. He keeps me close, letting me loose the dam I had built for four years.

Kanan, you can move forward too. I love him now too.

~owari~

Yup, I really am a nerd

Sun, 30 Apr 2006 17:29:12 GMT

Curious Curiosites...short version

Wed, 12 Apr 2006 16:14:17 GMT

I do not own Saiyuki Gaiden.
Kenren brings Tenpou a gift from Down Below in the human world.
Rating G
Although it has some man kissing involved...low shonen ai.

Curious Curiosities 2.0

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

~*~*~*~

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

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

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

~*~*~*~

General Kenren shook the road out of his black, leather duster, it reminded him of Tenpou. Lighting himself a smoke, he decided to see if Tenpou were at home or one of his other haunts.
Making his way to the slightly neglected building, he could tell immediately that the long, dark haired man was not there.
Nothing stirred there, dust was still thick on the door-sill, it had been a long while. His next place was the library, then Konzen's, then the bar, then his office, providing he himself could remember how to get there.
He'd only been there once, which was probably only one less time than Tenpou himself had been there. He patted the duster's pocket to be sure his gift was still there. Once satisfied, he ambled easily off toward the central building, housing the library.

~*~*~*~

A tentative knock sounded at the solid oak doors. "Field Marshal Tenpou? Sir? Are you there, Sir? We have your 'tea' Sir, from the Emperor..." Several minutes of silence followed. The sound of slipped feet on stone approached the door. The bolt was drawn back and the rumpled Marshal permitted them entrance.
"Eh, what's that? Tea? Wonderful, please, come in." He smiled broadly.

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

Arranging the new soldiers with the others that littered the book filled floor, Tenpou was pleased with himself. He had finally found a fool-proof method of marking time. Taking one of the jars with him he settled down on the floor behind the desk, drawing his knees to his chest.

He balanced the book on his knees where he could comfortably read it, on one side he had the now opened jar, nearly shoulder high since he made the floor his seat of choice with a small sake bowl. On the other side were his cigarettes, lighter and ashtray, still full of butts and ash. He dipped the jade sake bowl into the jar, filling it.

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

Kenren was sent out on patrol yesterday and would be gone for at least a week. He sighed. Sad to say, he truly did miss his unruly General. Walks in the garden, avoiding official duties together, stealing kisses and touches. He forced his attention back to the leaves in front of him. A new approach to war. Fascinating.

~*~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

The resistance hadn't been books, they were huge sake jars. Dozens of them. "Ten-chan?" Perhaps if he had been drinking, he had passed out. "You drunk, or you honestly passed out, Ten-chan?"

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

"Oi, you just ignoring me or are you making it a point to not share whatever you're drinking with your pal?" He threaded his way through the standing earthen-war soldiers to the desk.

Making a calculated sortie, he chose which side would be best to approach the engrossed Marshal. "Ten-chan, are you going to continue hiding away in your book, or are you going to talk to me?"
Bending down on his knees, he took the book that so occupied the attention of Gensui Tenpou. The Field Marshal's head snapped up in alarm and surprise.

"Kenren, did they cancel your manoeuvers?"

The red-head smiled wistfully. Leave him to loose all track of time. "How long do you think I've been gone? And what's with all the sake jars?"

"Eh? I ordered ten tea jars to be delivered every day you were gone, so I could keep track. Oh, pardon my rudeness."

Tenpou opened a drawer and brought forth a mate to the bowl he was drinking from. Filling it he handed it to Kenren, who drank from it gratefully.
"Mmm. Damn good shit."
"I thought my tastes in tea had improved."
"Ten-chan, that's not tea. It's rice wine. And from its taste, from the Gods' own table."
"Aa, that would explain a few things." Tenpou blinked in playful surprise.
"Yeah. I would think." Brilliant in all but the most obvious things. Or was this one of Tenpou's little games?

Kenren did a count of the empty containers. "Ten-chan, if you got ten for every day I was gone and there are sixty of them, how many days have I been gone?"
Aa, that's simple. Then of course the answer is six. Have you really been gone that long?"
"Yeah, and I even brought you back a little souvenir from the Mortal world. I thought it would amuse you." From his pocket, he removed a small, crystal globe showing a mountain cottage scene, which, when shaken was assaulted in a flurry of white shavings.

Immediately Tenpou's eyes riveted upon the mathom. "Oh, this is clever. What do they use as... Oh, I see... " His face was taut with the glee of a child.

"Something worthy of your curiosity?"

"I am interested in everything, Kenren. This is a wonderful little diversionary item. I am pleased that you thought enough of me to spend what little time you had on leave there to get it."
He continued to shake it, watching as the blizzard settled time after time. Soon, he got out his watch and was busily timing the length of each settling.

Kenren kissed the nape of Tenpou's neck. "It would be a shame if all this sake went to waste, so, tell you what. You grab one of those jars, I'll grab one, we go home, have a little party of our own and I'll show you exactly how long I've been gone."

Tenpou's eyes dilated in a flush of emotion as Kenren leaned forward gently, kissing him.
"I believe that to be a most excellent suggestion, General. I will take you up on that offer."
Grabbing a jug each, the left the building, arms around one another's shoulders, loudly singing a bawdy drinking song.

~owari~