Ekleipsis (Fantasy Romance - LGBT, manXman)

6.5.

Alva's words did rankle, but not for the reasons that had occurred to Alva. Kintaro was simply angry that some boy looked at him as if he were a slave or a servant. The Essanti chief was not used to being the object of attention; he always took whatever he fancied, and knew no resistance. A prince, my ass. As if Kintaro would drop his pants at his bidding. Kintaro was certain that the SmallPalace would see none of him tomorrow, or in the next thousand years. Having resolved this, he thought he'd find solace in the arms of his sweet redhead (and other body parts too).

But Alva, tired out by the heat and the market-place throng, was not enthused. He already had that inward look that accompanied his bloody inspirations. After giving his lover a couple of chaste kisses, he gently but firmly made Kintaro unhand him and reached for a notebook. Kintaro hinted − in word and in deed − that damn poems could be made up anytime, like − but Alva failed to concur. Alva said he was in the habit of thinking with his head (with the one on top of his shoulders, unlike Kintaro) and locked himself in the bedroom, shouting through the door, "Go read a book or something!"

The redhead's snide comment wasn't completely justified. Kintaro did flip through a book occasionally, mainly Arislani novels filled with colorful prints of warriors in full armor, battle maps and landscape depictions. The erotic drawings weren't too bad either, but palled quickly, as they did not show any man on man action.

Annoyed, Kintaro thought that the redhead had been much more forthcoming in the steppe. The two of them could have stayed forever in his tent, his guests and his concubines. Kintaro effortlessly recalled to mind two bodies entirely at his disposal spread across the furs. He headed straight for the kitchen where the elf was fiddled with his pots and pans. Fired up by the memories, he grabbed Ithildin and tried to have him right there on the table.

Unusually, the elf did not shout his, "swine, animal, don't touch me, unhand me, not like this, not that way, gentler, slower..." He shook Kintaro off and hissed, without even looking at him, something in Elvish that had the unmistakable finality of a "no." An attempt to persuade him failed as well.

After a fairly strong punch to his side, Kintaro flared, "And what's your deal, doll-face? It's no skin off your nose. No, not your nose."

"I don't have to make myself available to you whenever you feel like it," said Ithildin curtly.

"My ass, you don't. You do make yourself available, and just try saying you don't like it."

Ithildin turned and stared Kintaro down.

"An elf obeys his heart and his mind, not his... that," the elf gestured vaguely in the direction of his belt buckle. "I like sex. It's you I dislike. Always acting like a crude barbarian."

"And you are always acting a touch-me-not and a prude. I don't like you either."

"I am an elf."

"And I am an Essanti. I am who I am. That's exactly why you want me as much as you do."

Ithildin't grin was downright insulting. "I can say the exact same thing about you."

Kintaro couldn't think of anything else to say, and that was rare enough. "Oh, screw you," he spat, and left the kitchen.

Kintaro was never too keen on his right hand as a partner (or his left one, for that matter), so there was only one way to vent the frustration: do a few traditional Essanti exercises designed for keeping one in shape and in good spirits. That's exactly what Kintaro did in the small inner courtyard amidst the blooming jasmine. But first, he stripped down and fashioned himself a loincloth from a black silk scarf.

What do you know, within the hour, the redhead was peering out of his bedroom window, his gaze never wavering from the dusky body slick with sweat. And, who would have thought, within the next fifteen minutes, the chief was screwing him right on the window sill. The interlude mollified Kintaro somewhat. But in the morning, he remembered the prince again, and his blatantly roving eyes, and became surly again. The rest was easy to guess.

I'll show him who is in charge here, Kintaro swore to himself, and headed to the SmallPalace, wherein resided the Khaliddin.

That's how the traditional Essanti exercises might look like XD