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No Regrets

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The night city lights of Paris were beautiful in view, along with the Eiffel Tower. Tourists and cars pass by in the bright busy nights, the air was fresh and less polluted. The Eiffel Tower was the King of the country, the Master work of art of the French fine cuisine. The food, the arts, the language, the style of the country. Everything was perfect.

Upon one of the apartments in Paris, a man in uniform leaned by the railing of the balcony, watching the city. It is James Samuelson, the Ironwing Kaiser. He stood guarding the balcony, as overwatch for the French King's room. A door creaked open and it closed again, but quietly. Footsteps neared the Kaiser, and then warm arms and paws encircled and tightened around him. Kenova leaned in, his head on the Kaiser's shoulder. "Bonjour, monsieur, Samuel. Enjoying your stay here in the City of Love?" James didn't move, but he smiled. "Yes. Before the Ironwing Empire rose to power, this city was very polluted, had endless protests, and people were nervous of criminals. But ever since you became leader and your henchmen as well, this country became a whole new world of Love, Style, Inspiration and Peace. I thank you for all the work you are doing here to make our Empire safe. At least we--" Kenova shushed him. "I understand you make excellent payrolls to your allied generals, your leaders, and your governments. But I do worry of you. You do not care for yourself, you care only for the people out there. You care for everyone around you. I appreciate you helping us, but could you try caring for yourself just a little bit? I'm only saying that if there is danger, let us work it out, solve the danger around you, yourself, whenever you are alone. Your safety is our priority and our concern."

The Kaiser turns to Kenova. "I am inspired that you all care for me, but I am sure there is nothing I can't handle.....with the possible exception of gays and girls toppling all over me." He chuckles. "Oh you..." Kenova says, "you devious boy." The two he'd inside and Kenova sits on the bed, as James stands in the corner. "At least we don't really deal with the Mettaurians as much. They may need a few changes to their government, labor, and environment, but hell. That's up to them." Kenova removes his shoes and socks, clothes and rests in the covers on his bed, comfy as can be. James came up to him, and sat aside. He rubs his hand on Kenova's head. Kenova then grabs him and cuddles him on the bed. "No regrets, monsieur. No Regrets." The lights switch off and that was the end of the beautiful night.
Inspired by Music: France and French Accordion Cafe Music - No Regrets

This is a short gay story of Kenova and Kaiser.
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