Hotohori's Lover
By: Arysa
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Emperor of Konan, the Suzaku Seishi Hotohori had completed presiding over a royal banquet held in his honor. Much business had been discussed and much wine was consumed. A tired, tipsy Hotohori made his way to the Royal Chambers. His personal guards escorted him to the door, opened it and stood guard as Hotohori entered.
From the corner of his eye Hotohori noticed a fluttering movement. He immediately drew his ceremonial sword and approached the intruder. His movements were steady and his body graceful as he flowed towards his target. But the sight of his target took the breath from his chest and he stumbled in the semi-darkness.
The stranger was tall and regal yet without that air of superiority that seems to infect the nobility. His hear fell in an endless wave to his shoulders. He was impeccably dressed in a manner that only enhanced his beauty. Hotohori had not known that such perfection existed outside of himself! He let his sword fall behind him, out of sight from his guest and stepped forward, intrigued.
The mysterious stranger ogled Hotohori, his expression showing full approval of the young emperor's every feature. The stranger's stare excited Hotohori. Never had anyone gazed at the emperor for quite so long or as frankly! The two hesitantly smiled at each other revealing perfect teeth and dainty tongues as they licked their lips in anticipation.
Hotohori stepped back so as to admire his guest from a different angle and stumbled backwards over his sword. His near fall forced his shirt to fall open revealing a hard chiseled chest. The stranger echoed his actions and now both gentlemen were showing mesmerizing amounts of enticing flesh.
Shock rippled through Hotohori's body. Hotohori could not believe this gentleman was making a pass at him in his own chambers? A man, no less! Shock fought with desire until his urgent need to fully possess the God in front of him was too strong to ignore.
Daringly, Hotohori took off his shirt and let it fall to the floor and his mate complied. They stared at each other in growing lust. Hotohori could feel the tension sweep his body and was pleased at the visible effect he was having on his partner. He quickly grabbed at his illusive lover to catch him in a surprise embrace ... and then it was morning.
"Good morning Sir. Did you sleep well?" Hotohori's personal servant inquired as he reverently helped Hotohori off the floor where he had been found.
Hotohori looked around in amazement taking in the entire state of the room in one glance, how on earth had he ended up in this situation? And more importantly, who had broken his favorite mirror?
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The End!