The Blazing Tempest

DISCLAIMER: This story is a non-commercial work of fiction based on the anime/manga Samurai 7. Original copyright of Samurai 7 belongs to Akira Kurosawa, Shinobu Hashimoto, Hideo Oguni, MICO, GDH, GONZO. Absolutely no monetary gain has been made with this work.


THE BLAZING TEMPEST
By Rory V. Pascual (Edited by Saiyukihana)
© Original Version 2001; Samurai 7 Version June 23, 2006


Chapter Nineteen

It had taken only one question. Kanbei was grinning at Katsushiro, who was seated on a cushion, mouth agape and wide, ever-faithful Moeru at his side. He placed a wondering finger to his face, the tip tapping on his cheek.

"Now," the whoremaster began, "where shall we start?"

The question had just escaped his lips, when he found himself flying backwards in a flurry of satin and silk. A questing, earnest mouth was latched onto his lips that, as he landed on the mat, his sharp exhalation entered Katsushiro's mouth.

"Hummph…hummph…" Kanbei struggled to breathe, putting his hands between their bodies.

Just as suddenly, Katsushiro pulled away, leaving the older man gasping for breath. For a moment, they stared at each other in bewilderment.

To Kanbei's shock, Katsushiro broke into a wail, knuckles rubbing over his eyes that were leaking tears. "You don't like my kiss! You don't like me kissing you!"

It was a struggle for the concubine not to laugh as he hurried to the side of the Bandit Chief's pupil. Wiping away the tears with his veil, Kanbei exclaimed, "Oh, my dear Katsushiro! Please don't cry! Of course I like your kiss. It was loving, sweet, certainly exuberant."

There was a quizzical expression on Katsushiro's face. "Did I do it wrong?

"No, you were very happy, and very fast. You were definitely very, very fast. But…it's not the kind of kiss I had in mind."

"Then, how should I kiss you?"

Kanbei nodded. "The kiss that is a part of lovemaking is loving, gentle and sweet, but it is also slow. It is never rushed. A gentle pressure of lips… Sometimes, you have to close your eyes to feel as your lips meet and part." Demonstrating, the concubine closed his eyes. With pursed lips, he moved his head dreamily from side to side, kissing the air. His arms were wrapped around his body. To his trepidation, what his mind focused on was the image of Shichiroji -- arms raised to him and lips ready to kiss. The Samurai's face moved closer and closer to his. Kanbei frowned in surprise when a warm, fuzzy mouth pressed upon his lips. Opening his eyes, the concubine found himself staring at Moeru's mischievous, round, black orbs. Realizing he was caught, the foal bared his front teeth in a sheepish snicker.

"Moeru!" Kanbei growled menacingly. He pointed towards the tent opening. "OUT!"

The foal stubbornly shook his head, red mane flying at the movement.

"Two's company and three's a crowd, little one. Besides, perversions like bestiality are not a part of the curriculum. Now, go!"

Grumbling, the foal started trotting towards the exit. However, he made a quick detour and hid behind a stack of cushions.

"I saw you, Moeru!" the concubine exclaimed.

Moeru's head peeked above the cushions. Sticking his tongue out in displeasure, the foal went outside the tent. To ensure their privacy, Kanbei sealed the flap.

"Morrie looks so sad," mused Katsushiro.

"Don't worry!" the whoremaster reassured him. "We'll find a pretty mare for Moeru once he's bigger. Now, where were we? Oh, yes! A kiss." He took Katsushiro's hands and bade him to stand up. Kanbei laid the younger man's hands on his waist. "Let your kiss come from the feelings inside your heart. Let it guide you on what to do." His eyelids fluttered shut, lips, full and luscious, raised invitingly to Katsushiro.

At first, Katsushiro hesitated. He then wiped his mouth on his shirtsleeve. Breathing in deeply, he leaned forward and kissed the concubine. Initially, it was a tentative peck, but when he saw that the older man was still waiting and willing, he deepened the kiss, becoming passionate and intimate. Katsushiro paused once more when, to his surprise, Kanbei opened his mouth to him. To encourage him, the whoremaster held the back of Katsushiro's head, trapping his tongue between his lips, urging it inside his moist depths. It was an invitation the older man couldn't refuse. Eagerly, Katsushiro plunged his tongue inside Kanbei's mouth, exploring the exquisite tastes of the beautiful man in his arms. So lost was he in the emotions that were being aroused in him that he did not notice that he was earnestly letting his lips roam all over the older man's face and graceful neck, teeth nipping at an earlobe.

Realizing what he was already doing, Katsushiro pulled away abruptly. With aching shyness, he gazed timidly at the whoremaster, a blush going up his cheeks.

"Katsushiro?" Kanbei asked curiously. "What happened? Why did you stop?"

The Bandit Chief's smiled sheepishly. "I don't know what to do next."

"And you were already doing so well." The concubine took a step back and flopped his arms to his sides. "What to do next? Why don't you remove my clothes?"

"Do I have to?"

"Katsushiro!" the whoremaster growled impatiently.

"Oh, all right! If you say so."

With trembling fingers, Katsushiro hastened to divest the older man of his clothing, tugging at the sash.

Kanbei giggled in amusement. "For someone who gave me a grudging assent, you are certainly in a hurry to strip me."

Katsushiro blinked owlishly at him. "Am I doing it wrong?"

"Not really, but like a kiss, you don't rush it. Take it nice and slow. That's the beauty of lovemaking. You simply take your time and enjoy each other and the feelings that are roused during the process."

The Bandit Chief's pupil was a picture of studiousness as he listened to the concubine's every word. Nodding thoughtfully, he said, "I think I get it. I think." Shyly, Katsushiro asked, "May I kiss you while I'm taking off your clothes?"

"I would like that, Katsushiro, very, very much."

With great zeal, he embraced the whoremaster, bestowing a passionate kiss upon those soft lips once more. As he slowly peeled off Kanbei's caftan, his hands caressed the silky skin of the older man's broad shoulders and muscular arms. The caftan's descent stopped at the sash around the concubine's waist, baring his upper body. At the sight of those milk-swollen tits, Katsushiro did not have to think twice. He swooped down and captured a nipple inside his mouth, carefully laying the whoremaster on a thick cushion as he did so.

With an eyebrow raised, Kanbei gazed down at the man feeding on his breast. "Katsushiro? Don't tell me that's all you're going to do?"

Again, those sweet eyes blinked up at him, lips smacking hungrily. "Should I be doing something else?"

"You could play with them, you know. Squeeze them or pinch them between your fingers. Kiss them, or even nip them with your teeth. My nipples are very sensitive."

"Can I do this?" Katsushiro lowered his head again and let his tongue lick and tease the taut nub. Kanbei moaned in pleasure arching his chest upwards into that talented mouth.

There was a soft chuckle, sending tingling vibrations shooting from his tit to the whole of his chest.

"What's so funny?" queried Kanbei.

"Your tits…" Katsushiro lovingly let his fingertip flick over a hardened nub. "They're a much darker red, like wine."

"It means they like what you're doing."

As they kissed and caressed each other's bodies, they divested themselves of their remaining clothing, with Katsushiro pulling the caftan off of Kanbei's long legs.

They stared at each other for quite awhile.

Drinking in the beauty of the concubine with his eyes, the Bandit Chief's student gushed, "You are so wonderful!"

Kanbei's eyes focused upon the massive erection between the younger man's legs. "And I am very impressed."

Katsushiro blushed a deep red, quickly covering his genitals. But the whoremaster removed his hands.

"Don't do that!"

"But it hurts, and it's…embarrassing."

"You shouldn't be, because I am very pleased. This means that you desire me, and I like that."

"What am I going to do now?"

"There are three ways actually. The first, you could milk it with your hands as you would the udders of a cow. You could even get it to rise the same way. The second way is…" Kanbei grinned. "Would you permit me to show you?"

Katsushiro's curiosity burned about this mysterious procedure. "Yes. I give you my permission."

Without saying another word, the whoremaster took the younger man's cock inside his mouth and swallowed it to the root. A strangled cry rose from Katsushiro's throat. He wanted to dig his fingers into Kanbei's silk tresses and pull his head back, so that he could plunge his hard member into that slick heat. However, his teacher's stern advice came to mind. Instead, Katsushiro squeezed the cushions he was sitting under, spreading his legs. Ecstasy was reached all too quickly. First, there was a tightening in his balls. Then, he climaxed convulsively, spurting his fluid into the older man's mouth.

Kanbei released Katsushiro's now flaccid sex. Licking his lips, he remarked, "That was very good."

"How did you do that?" Katsushiro asked in awe.

"Just one of the tricks I learned."

Katsushiro eyed the concubine's semi-erect cock. "Could you teach me?"

"I'm afraid that it is not a technique meant to be learned by the student of a great Bandit Chief. Perhaps when you're a bit older, then I could teach you the finer, more exotic points of lovemaking."

"But how am I going to make love to you? How could I give you pleasure?"

A warm smile formed on Kanbei's lips. This was the first time that someone was concerned about his happiness. He kissed Katsushiro gently, letting the younger man savor the taste of his own fluids upon the whoremaster's lips.

"I find pleasure in your happiness. You'll understand what I'm telling you when I show you the third way."

"What's the third way?"

"You'll see." With regal grace, Kanbei stood up and went towards the table where candles were stacked on top. He picked up a large candle that was a foot long, an inch wide, flaring to two inches at its widest diameter.

Katsushiro's eyes were wide with wonder as he looked at the candle. "What are you going to do with that?"

"It's part of the demonstration, before we actually do it." Kanbei propped up two cushions and reclined on them. He pulled his cock and balls upward that his rosebud opening was revealed to the awe-struck younger man.

"Kanbei…" Katsushiro breathed out the whoremaster's name. "Don't tell me…"

The concubine nodded. "Yes, the third way requires that you put your cock inside me."

"But your hole… it's so tiny. I can't do that!"

"Don't be deceived, Katsushiro. Believe me, I could take you inside me. Give me your hand."

Katsushiro hesitated at first, but did as the whoremaster requested. Kanbei took his index and middle fingers inside his mouth, moistening them. Before the Bandit Chief's pupil could falter, Kanbei plunged Katsushiro's two fingers inside his anus.

The younger man blanched, seeing his fingers disappear inside that tiny opening.

"I want you to move your fingers inside me now," said Kanbei. "You will feel something. It's not exactly hard or soft. Somewhere in between."

Like the obedient child that he was, Katsushiro moved his fingers, his tip immediately brushing against the whoremaster's gland, eliciting a cry of pleasure from him. Thinking he had hurt his dear friend, Katsushiro swiftly yanked his hand back.

Seeing how pale the younger man was, Kanbei exclaimed, "Oh, Katsushiro! I didn't mean to frighten you."

"I hurt you!" cried Katsushiro guiltily. "I shouldn't have done that."

"No, you don't understand. That was my pleasure spot. How could I explain this?" The concubine lapsed into thought. "Pleasure spot… When someone makes love to me, it is this secret place where I draw such great pleasure. No one knows this. Usually, I have sex with people and they never find it. They just end up hurting me. There are times when I do feel pleasure even if they do not touch my secret place, especially if they are loving and gentle with me. But contact with my pleasure spot…it fills my body with such intense feelings of fullness and completeness. It's very hard to describe unless you experience it."

"Why can't I?"

"Because I could never do this to you, Katsushiro."

"Even if I ask? Even if I want to?"

Kanbei nodded. "You lose a part of yourself when you are…taken…in this manner. Your innocence, to be exact. I will not let you lose that one precious thing I cherish in you."

"What about you? What about your innocence?"

"I lost my innocence a long, long time ago. I have nothing more to lose." Kanbei smiled.
"Besides, it is not to me to whom you should give your innocence, but to someone you love deeply. Like Kyuzo-sama perhaps."

At that suggestion, Katsushiro turned beet red.

The whoremaster took the candle and moistened it with Katsushiro's fluids from their earlier coupling. "Enough talk. Let me show you how it is done."

The Bandit Chief's son gasped as Kanbei thrust the candle inside his opening. As his right hand controlled the ever-deepening plunge of the candle inside his body, his left stroked his cock. Not wanting to see the expression on Katsushiro's face, he closed his eyes. A tear trickled unconsciously from his right orb.

"NO! STOP IT! THAT'S ENOUGH!" Katsushiro's sharp cry brought his motions to a sudden halt.

"But Katsushiro…"

"You're hurting yourself with this, and I promised Sensei that you will not be hurt."

Kanbei felt the younger man take the candle and pull it out of his anus. As the whoremaster looked on, Katsushiro positioned himself above him. A gentle finger brushed the tear from his eye.

"I will do this now, Kanbei-sama," Katsushiro said softly. "I think I understand it now."

"Do you?"

"You told me to follow my heart. I will do it. Nice and slow. That's what I'll do. But just in case…" Katsushiro kissed Kanbei tenderly. "If I hurt you, tell me and I'll stop. All right?"

Kanbei wanted to weep in happiness at Katsushiro's concern for him. He answered simply, "All right! But there's just one last thing. Do you have some oil to coat your member with? It will help ease the pain when you enter me."

A broad grin quirked up the lips of the Bandit Chief's pupil, as he raised a knowing finger. "I have just the thing." Katsushiro hurried to his mother's chest and pulled out a stoppered bottle. The minute he opened it, the scent of roses filled the tent.

The concubine gasped. "My God, Katsushiro! Is that what I think it is? That's Attar of Roses, isn't it! Do you know how expensive it is? Your teacher will not approve!"

As he generously coated his cock with the precious oil, Katsushiro declared, "Only the best for you, Kanbei-sama." Before Kanbei could argue, the younger man massaged his body with it until it was relaxed and glistening. Katsushiro even poured a generous amount on the whoremaster's rosebud.

In his surprise, and with the scent of roses tickling his nostrils and soothing his nerves, the concubine did not notice that Katsushiro had straddled him again. A long moan of bliss rose from his throat as Katsushiro slid his cock effortlessly inside him.

True to his word, the boy was very gentle, his well-placed thrusts upon Kanbei's pleasure point, causing lights to flash before his eyes.

"It's not enough," the concubine muttered hoarsely. "Katsushiro, you may quicken your pace. Do not argue with me. I feel no pain. We are oh so close to the edge, and yet still so far. Take me, Katsushiro. Over the edge. Let us fall together."

Despite his misgivings, Katsushiro did what the whoremaster told him to do -- moving faster and faster, thrusting deeper and deeper. All coherent thought was lost as he surrendered himself to primal urges. His left hand unconsciously gripped Kanbei's cock, squeezing and stroking it hard.

Their screams of ecstasy echoed throughout the camp as they climaxed -- with Kanbei spilling his juices onto Katsushiro's hand while the Bandit Chief's pupil filled the older man with his seed. Exhausted and glowing with the after effects of their coupling, the two men collapsed, arm in arm, onto the mat.

"Thank you, Katsushiro," Kanbei sobbed, kissing his lover's hand. "Thank you for being gentle with me."

Katsushiro burst into giggles. "Why are you thanking me? I had an excellent teacher."

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The two men made love many times after that. It was late afternoon when Kanbei woke up, surprised to find both Katsushiro and Moeru feeding on his wine red nipples. Carefully, he eased himself away from his lover and the foal and tucked them in with a blanket. He donned a silk robe, unable to take the scratch of the caftan upon his still sensitive flesh, and placed a lacy shawl over his shoulders. Wrapping the veil around his face, Kanbei emerged from the tent.

As he walked around the camp, Kanbei found himself thinking. Since he had left the Sultan's Palace, he had never been this happy and content. Except for that one moment. One night in the desert in Shichiroji's arms. Kanbei shook his head guiltily. Why couldn't he get the Samurai out of his mind? Even when he made love to Katsushiro, it was Shichiroji he saw in his mind's eye. Perhaps he was afraid that the Warrior might get flogged. However, Kyuzo had promised that he would spare the Samurai. Before he even realized it, he found himself heading for Shichiroji' tent.

Suddenly, there was a rumble of horses' hooves, slowly getting louder. The bandits, with Kyuzo at the fore, hurried into the camp and hastily dismounted from their steeds. Kanbei could see that something was wrong as the Bandit Chief barked out orders to his men and the servants to secure their tents and the animals.

Seeing him, the Bandit Chief hurriedly approached him.

"What is it, Kyuzo-sama? Where have you been?" the concubine asked worriedly. "Are we being attacked?"

"No, it's much worse," Kyuzo replied. "A simoom is heading our way."

Kanbei turned pale. A simoom…a violent sandstorm. In his shock, he did not realize that the Bandit Chief was leading him back to the tent.

"Stay with Katsushiro," said Kyuzo firmly. "You'll be safe there."

"I must see Shichiroji first," Kanbei countered. "Make sure that he's all right."

"He's fine. He's inside his tent."

Kanbei yanked his arm out of the Bandit Chief's grasp. "I would feel better if I see him."

Kyuzo, however, grabbed him back, fingers digging deeply into his flesh. "That won't be necessary!"

Kanbei looked at the Bandit Chief with suspicion. Then, as he lowered his gaze, he saw the splatters of blood on Kyuzo's tunic. The concubine's jaw dropped.

"NO!" Kanbei gasped out. "YOU DIDN'T! PLEASE TELL ME YOU DIDN'T!"

Tearing his arm out of the bandit's grip, Kanbei broke into a run, entering Shichiroji's tent, only to find it empty. He made his way towards the horse pen, grabbing one of the packs hanging on a fence post. As he led Denko outside, he closed his ears to Kyuzo's rants.

"There's nothing you can do, Kanbei! He's dead! And even if he hadn't perished from that flogging, the simoom would surely kill him!" The Bandit Chief reached out and grabbed Denko's reins as the concubine swung himself onto the stallion's back. "Kanbei, stay here! It's dangerous out there!"

However, the whoremaster jerked the reins back. Angrily, he said, "You know how important promises are to me. Never make me any promises that you don't intend to keep!"

At these words, Kanbei urged Denko into a full gallop, heading out of the bandits' camp and into the desert. Looming before him at the horizon was a thick, dark brown cloud of sand. He knew that right in the middle of that maelstrom was the Samurai.

// Hold fast, Shichiroji! // Kanbei sent out a mental plea to the man who was trapped in the heart of the simoom. // I'm coming! //


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