From SENSUOUS MATES: Two Novellas

         THE  INSEPARABLE  SAMURAIS
A Novella   by   Bill Lee

They met at a jousting match for the two Daimyos
before the big battles began, and knew immediately
that they were meant to be together...until the end.

26,700 word novella
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     Almost imperceptibly a gray haze dimmed the green brilliance of the distant hills, the first indication that the great moment was approaching. Ten gundans stood sweating under the humid sun, their eyes shifting from the curtained palanquin where their Daimyo squatted in solitary heat, to the far hills where the regiments of Okubo Toshimichi must come to combine their armies to form an invincible force...
     The Omuraji approached unnoticed. "There will be plenty of opportunity for wrestling tomorrow. The Daimyo has declared two days of games and hunting in celebration of the arrival of the Chosan army."
     . . .

The next opponent entered the circle. It was the Chosan warrior with the red headband.
Their eyes met again and locked, an unspoken dialogue that inquired much but resolved nothing.
Bilyu's brain again whirled as the black eyes bore into his. They appeared exactly matched in
height and weight and muscularity. Their bodies glistened with sweat, each muscle outlined,
each sinew taut in readiness, but their minds were attempting to communicate on a different level.
     The Chosan samurai spoke. "Yukio," he said softly and bowed briefly. It was not customary
to introduce oneself before wrestling, but Bilyu knew there was a purpose in this gesture.
Was it possible he was intentionally delaying to allow Bilyu more opportunity to recover?
     "Bilyu," he answered, and imitated the short bow. Again their eyes met, and he noticed the
little smile on Yukio's face that had framed it handsomely the previous day during the elimination
matches. Still his brain buzzed with vague misgivings that were not unpleasant but disturbing.
They both crouched, their eyes locked to detect the first signs of movement which must be
parried or returned. They circled briefly and then sprang, clashing together in frontal attack.
Arms swung in ellipses intended to confuse but served only to accentuate their similarities.
They retreated and attacked time after time, each series of holds and moves more equalizing
than progressive, but taking their toll of energy in the burning heat. And then both were locked
in the other's arms, their massive strengths pitted directly against each other, their
dripping bodies pressed tightly together.
     Each tried to break the other's hold with simple maneuvers, but they were too equally matched.
The muscular body in his arms set Bilyu's pulse racing, and at once he realized that he was growing
hard, his fundoshi bulging against his opponents loins, his legs straining muscle for muscle against
Yukio's. Their faces were only inches apart, and the dark eyes of both were pools of foment and
struggle of which both were only vaguely aware.
     Bilyu moved sideways and Yukio followed. The
movement served only to grind their matching erections together, swelling the loin cloths until their
organs extended above the bindings. They both flushed, realizing their unseemly arousal but
powerless to combat it. Yukio moved back and Bilyu followed, their erections thrusting against
their counterparts as if yearning for ultimate contact.
     Then Yukio, using one of his footing tricks, swept the weight from under Bilyu's left leg and they
sprawled to the ground, Yukio supreme. At once Bilyu reacted reflexively, maintaining distance
from the packed earth through one elbow, but this brought their cocks rigidly in contact, the
exposed heads swelling against each other skin to skin. As Bilyu strained to upset Yukio and as
Yukio responded, the contact became excruciating, their bellies trapping their cocks between them
in slippery embrace.
       Bilyu gave a mighty shove, forcing both men to their sides in the dirt but still tightly clenched together.
It had been a desperate move to prevent the catastrophe he felt approaching, but it was too late.
Their legs stiffened and jerked, no longer dedicated to gaining supremacy in their game but responding
to a higher and more urgent demand. Their semen poured forth simultaneously, drenching their bellies
and loin cloths with the potent nectar of samurais long denied. They stared into each other's eyes,
plunging together into the black pools of shared lust, all thoughts of the competition obliterated,
fulfillment of intertwined passions uppermost. The surrounding world was excluded from this moment of destiny.
     Together they found a supreme connection that bridged not only the lives of two men but their basic
natures formed eons ago that ordained them inseparable...

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