Kuji

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Chapter 10: The Covering and Protecting of One's Rear

Warnings: Yaoi (in case you haven't realised), M/M, H/C, Angst (yeah I know)

Notes: I was in the mood for some serious hurt comfort stuff after having a crappy few months and being unable to write and then there was the horrible angst of the RAM on the my laptop blowing out. I was distinctly unhappy and if anything worse had happened I would have been forced to force these guys into some serious beat-em-up sex alas no we get H/C instead. Hope you enjoy.

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It was dreary on the battlefield. Iron grey clouds pelted rain at the lined-up soldiers below, almost as if they were determined to punish them for daring to leave the safe sanctuary of the Heavens.

Tenpou looked up to the sky and frowned. It didn’t seem to be letting up any time soon. Water dripped off his loose forelock and his glasses misted and demisted in time with his breaths. It was also cold out here in the mountains and Tenpou could feel his body shiver beneath the leather duster. Still a blast of cold never hurt anybody.

Kenren stood near him, deep in conversation with one of his own subordinates, but looking unhappily up at the rain. They had been out here in the wilderness for a good day now. Not just on lookout either but the whole fucking shebang: pissing in the trees, looking at animals thinking "mmm … tasty" and feeling like you should be burying your nuts somewhere.

This wasn’t even their fucking fight either. The Southern Army had been drafted into this first and with their usual hell-bent disorganised rabble they had grabbed their pointy sticks and gone a-jabbing. However, as per usual they had got their asses well and truly kicked and now the Western Army were on clean up detail … and clean up detail meant staking out some huge hideout in the middle of nowhere, ankle-deep in mud and freezing your nipples off.

Cracking the crick out of his neck, Kenren shouldered his tranquiliser rifle (at least they had upped their weapons for this, this bastard could anaesthetise a mountain) and squinted into the distance. There was something rising there and a few big lumpy things that appeared to be moving.

“Marshall, nothing is going to happen except my boots will have roots growing out of them if I stay here any longer.”

Tenpou ignored him and lifted the binoculars, he saw the group coming towards them, sneaking around to take down the command camp they had. He could see the leader now, all gold buttons and a self-satisfied smirk. With him he had other equally-dressed youkai with him and them were obviously using the others as sacrifices whilst they tried to gain power.

His original plan had factored this. He had deliberately sent the first wave of troops on a charge. They were an effective force and he had trained them to withstand this level of onslaught. He held back the second wave until this breakaway group alerted to him by one of Goujun’s Dragons earlier on. As soon as Leader and his minions were past the marker he had designated he would send Kenren with the second wave and take down the head of the snake himself.

It was going fine until a second breakaway group appeared to his right. He barely saw the grey-clothed demons in the mists and rain but at the slight hint of movement he waved half the second wave (the half that was on his right) into the battle and winked at Kenren.

“They are just itching to fight, let’s give them some fun.” Kenren laughed and raised his tranquiliser rifle aiming at the youkai ahead.

Then the second group made their attack.

Tenpou didn’t actually feel the blade going into him. All he could see was the driving rain and the breakaway group coming towards him and the fact that Kenren was in danger. The General was stood, legs braced and gun aimed ready to hit the enemy target but Tenpou could see he couldn’t make the shot. In fact the only thing Tenpou could see was the flickering silver shimmer of a blade in the distance, moving forwards.

There was no way of Kenren moving in time.

There was only one thing for it.

Kenren himself was concentrating solely on the enemy in front of him. This was the bastard he needed to bring down. This was the objective of his mission. This was what he needed to get rid of

It was the Lieutenant stood by Kenren who alerted the General to the fact the Marshal was in danger. Kenren had turned in time to see Tenpou running towards him and the movement of something in the corner of his eye. His first thought oddly enough was that Tenpou was moving at a preternatural speed and the second thought was simply “oh fuck”. The third thought was simply “oh no”.

The blade plunged through Tenpou’s stomach finding little resistance in the leather uniform jacket. At first Tenpou felt nothing; then an odd almost-ticklish sensation which he reasoned to be the blade sliding smoothly into his body. The unusual thing was that he could actually see his enemy’s expression. Those elliptical youkai eyes stared back at him not with the evil malevolence he expected but rather it was surprise and upset. Surprisingly enough the expression made Tenpou smile back.

Then the pain started to build up.

His eyes rolled back.

He fell.

Kenren at first thought Tenpou had simply been punched and had had the wind knocked out of him. He lowered the Marshall to the ground giving him time to recover and stood protectively over him. He then planted his tranquiliser gun firmly against the offending youkai’s chest and triggered it. As the youkai dropped alongside Kenren he let loose a few rounds and waved his arm.

“Move out!” he yelled to the troops behind him. The Lieutenant gave him a look “I’ll look after the Marshall.”

The flow of the men past him and the shouts of battle rejuvenated Tenpou and he blinked open his eyes. His fingers performed a quick check and he breathed in and out carefully. It was painful but bearable and there wasn’t much blood. At least he didn’t think so. Only a dagger wound. Good. Hopefully Kenren wouldn’t notice. He needed to bring down that leader group. Tenpou staggered to his feet, never more grateful for wearing black.

“Have they moved out?” he asked, his vision fighting to right itself. Kenren nodded and checked his tranquiliser gun.

“Yeah they went ahead … you okay Ten-Marshall?” he asked. Tenpou nodded.

“Yes, I’m fine just taken by surprise that’s all.” He checked he own gun; it was still full.

With a last lingering look at his lover, Kenren launched himself into the fray.

Tenpou knew he wasn’t on form. The dagger wound hurt more than he had originally anticipated and he could feel a steady trickle of blood sliding downward and making a journey down his pant leg. The shortness of breath was making him feel sick and he wondered if this was living. He fired off a shot at an enemy youkai that missed its target and then tried to aim another shot. This time it hit its mark but his messing about had closed the gap between him and his enemies.

Tenpou suddenly wished he could feel fear. He really sincerely wished for the ability to feel that soul-jarring fear, that fight-or-flight mechanism that humans had built into them. He did not. He was a soldier. He was a God. He maybe afraid but he had no fear. He would sacrifice himself to take down the lead group.

With an angry shout Tenpou thrust his elbow into the stomach of an advancing attacker and lashed out a booted foot at another. His stab wound screamed in pain at the sudden movement but Tenpou fought to ignore it. His space to take aim had now disappeared and he was stuck with brawling techniques. He sincerely wished for Kenren.

A bare arm forced itself against his neck and he fought against it, biting down into whatever bare flesh he could find with his teeth. There was a howl of pain by his left ear and Tenpou saw stars at the various blows to his head. He jerked his head back and took a thankfully long deep breath as the arm across his windpipe loosened. He spat blood, not sure whether it was his own or the youkai he had bitten.

The next few to come at him were less concerned with killing him, more concerned with bringing him down and capturing him. They had tactics and Tenpou thought he could work them out. He lashed out at the least active one in the pack and took that youkai by surprise with a shot from his gun at point blank range.

Unfortunately the others had seen this and with Tenpou’s back to them it gave them the opening they needed. They seized him by the arms and flung him against a wide tree trunk, keeping him pinioned. The leader of the group, the thoroughly rough looking scar-ridden youkai but with an air of authority across his face approached Tenpou’s glowering, bloodied form.

“This is the leader.” Said the youkai, with dark bead-decorated hair clicking at his movements.

Tenpou struggled and his stab wound screamed at him, he gasped for breath.

“What do you want us to do to him?” asked the peon, who was merrily wrenching his right arm almost out of its socket. Tenpou struggled and fought against the youkai holding him and earned a swift kick to the shin for his trouble.

Leader Youkai seized him by the hair and bared his forehead. Tenpou felt his chakra burn in humiliation, but he could hear the thundering of battle ahead of him. They were winning, at least that was something to be thankful for.

“They were right, it’s the Gods.” The youkai licked the blade of his weapon. “I wonder what’s inside a God? Pity we need to use you as a bargaining chip.” The youkai stood back and folded his arms. “Get the jacket off him, we’ll use that.” Tenpou struggled as the fabric was ripped off his shoulders baring the blood-soaked white undershirt he wore underneath.

The leader laughed.

“Already wounded, what kind of leader are you?” Tenpou jerked angrily against the youkai holding him down. If he wasn’t injured he could have beaten them all. The leader stepped forward. “I thought leaders were supposed to be grey-beards, you’re a little too pretty to be a soldier.” He grinned, showing needle-sharp teeth.

Tenpou spat at him. It landed on his face.

“Spirited too.” He chuckled, wiping the bloodied spittle off his face and smearing across Tenpou’s. “If you weren’t a soldier I’d make you my servant.” He reached out and grabbed between Tenpou’s legs and squeezed hard.

Tenpou came to raging life at that point, he ripped his left arm and leg free and lashed out in fury. He hurled his weight into a single kick that hit Beady Bastard straight in the midsection. Tenpou then set to freeing himself. Beady choked, bent double but then signalled to his peons with that sly smile.

“He won’t play ball … I like him … rough him up, knock him out he won’t struggle so much.”

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Kenren had noticed Tenpou was missing quite quickly, it was finding the Marshall that proved a problem. He cast a glance around the battlefield and saw the enemy youkai starting to retreat and many floundering around, looking for orders from leaders that weren’t there. Where were those leaders anyway? They couldn’t have taken them down that quickly? Tenpou truly was a fantastic tactician. Kenren couldn’t work out how he’d done it.

Oh no.

Yes he could.

Backing out of the fight, Kenren retraced his steps, covering the muddy grounds in strikes and throwing punches at anyone who objected. He spotted the helpful lieutenant from earlier and grabbed him.

“Where did Marshall Tenpou go?!” He yelled … thank fuck the rain was calming down. The Lieutenant looked just as worried and opened his mouth to answer but seven gunshots in quick succession answered his question.

Kenren dashed past the Lieutenant and started pushing his way through the trees and bushes to the sound of the gunshots. It was then he saw the red blood spatters on the ground and hoped that wasn’t Tenpou. Twigs snagged at his uniform and leaves battered him in the face but he could smell the biting scent of discharged tranquiliser darts.

“Oh hell.”

The scene was carnage. There were blood-spatters on the ground of the clearing and bodies littered all around. Several tranquiliser darts were visible and judging by the fact the needles were all the way into the flesh, they had been shot at point blank range. One youkai in particular lay face-up by Tenpou, almost beaten to death with a single tranquiliser dart sticking between his legs.

And face-down in the middle of these bodies, one pale hand outstretched toward an empty looking tranquiliser gun, was Tenpou.

Swearing profusely, Kenren ran to his lover and felt for a pulse. Such things were immaterial since Tenpou was technically immortal but if his body sustained enough damage, they could revoke his immortality. Luckily there was a pulse but further investigation of the body revealed that much of the blood on Tenpou’s clothes was his own.

“You stupid stupid bastard.” Muttered Kenren angrily. His anger was masking his concern and the sheer heart-wrenching guilt he felt that Tenpou – his COMMANDING officer – had been fighting alone and was now wounded in battle. “You stupid, stupid bastard.” He repeated again.

The solider in him said see to the wounds and secure the area. The lover in him said just hold Tenpou close him. The lover won. He gathered the increasingly-gory Tenpou into his arms and made a low keening sound of distress. Tenpou’s head lolled back and a pale hand landed in the dirt and Kenren felt like screaming.

Luckily the Lieutenant had followed him and was securing the area. He quickly spotted what was going on and ran to his General.

“Sir, the perimeter is secure.” He looked down at the unmoving Tenpou and he looked distinctly sick. Goujun was actually going to kill the General this time and probably eat him - the Lieutenant - afterwards. “We gotta get him back the Tenkai!”

Dazed, Kenren looked up at his Lieutenant. He eyes were unfocused and glassy. He looked like he was going to scream, cry or murder everything in sight. The Lieutenant gritted his teeth … there was no time for the General to check out, they owuld become Dragon Food. Was the General injured? Checking to see if no other soldiers were around, he slapped Kenren across the face.

“Ow fuck!” came the yell and Kenren focused on the muddy-spattered Lieutenant in front of him. “What the hell?!”

“Sir, the Marshall!”

Kenren snapped to life and gathered Tenpou into his arms. He nodded his thanks to the bewildered Lieutenant.

“I’ll take the Field Marshall back. Alert Lieutenant-General Lao-Zhu to take control and withdraw the troops once the enemy is down to thirty percent effectiveness.” He looked up at the nodding Lieutenant. “Commander Goujun is also due to arrive.” He rummaged in Tenpou’s pockets, touched a wound and the Field Marshall jerked to life and moaned in his arms. Kenren had never heard such a welcoming sound. He withdrew Tenpou’s seal and turned to the Lieutenant. “Give me your arm.” He stamped the seal down, leaving a clear imprint of Tenpou’s seal. “There should be no argument with that.”

The Lieutenant saluted smartly and ran back towards the battle. Kenren prepared himself to leave. Blood had seeped through Tenpou’s uniform making his hand sticky and it was throwing Kenren’s ability to concentrate. Still, he managed to lift his hand and mutter the appropriate words to take both himself and Tenpou back to Tenkai.

The process of getting oneself down to Below an up again was not one that Kenren was particularly fond of. It started at the chakra - that red symbol in middle in his forehead that was the focus of his own God powers – a series of tingling sensations that felt like a web spreading across his face and wrapping around his body. He then felt a floating sensation wrap around him as he phased away. This time, with Tenpou clutched in his arms the sensation was doubled as Tenpou’s own chakra activated. With a silent whoosh of sound they disappeared.

Kenren refused any treatment for Tenpou and said he would do it himself. Gods were fast healers and Kenren wasn’t prepared the leave his lover in the infirmary. Tenpou always found ingenious ways to escape the treatment, often exiting via the window and last time had simply walked out wearing his lab coat. Luckily the infirmary understood his concerns perfectly well and simply handed him the complete kit of everything he would need.

So he took the Marshall back to his beloved library. He had refused a stretcher and help, preferring instead to keep Tenpou in a cradle carry. Instead, he had engaged one of Tenpou’s nice-natured-yet-slow-witted messengers (chosen for that very purpose) en route to carry the first aid kit. The wide-eyed lad had looked interested but had said nothing, dropped off the medical kit, filled a bowl with warm water and a clean cloth, then with a bow had left them alone.

Kenren laid his lover on the bed and started to remove his clothes. His body had already started to heal and worryingly was starting to heal over his clothes so it required Kenren to re-open several wounds, baring yet more blood and provoking a moan from Tenpou as he struggled to regain consciousness.

Kenren threw away the bloodied, ragged excuse for a t-shirt across the room, tried to ignore the stab wound and set to work on Tenpou’s leather pants. They had stood up remarkably well to the fight with only a few scuffs and tears. He drew both those and Tenpou’s boxers down pale legs and suddenly froze.

The bruising.

There was quite a lot of it.

In one area in particular.

Horrified, Kenren quickly finished stripping Tenpou and grabbed at the cloth. He had to make sure this wasn’t what he thought it was. He cleaned his lover up, as quickly as he could, turning the clear water in the bowl a reddish-brown. With every stroke of the cloth, wounds were revealed and found to be less serious than expected but the bruising didn’t go. In fact the more Kenren cleaned, the more colours in the bruises came out and a few claw marks on Tenpou’s hips appeared.

Kenren replaced the water and kept cleaning just to check, but nothing was moving.

That one youkai had been stabbed in the balls.

Kenren froze and couldn’t believe that there were tears pricking at his eyes.

Meanwhile, Tenpou was slowly surfacing to consciousness. The stroking sensations of the wet cloth felt wonderful against throbbing skin. Unwilling to open his eyes just yet in case his unconsciousness was keeping this gentleness, Tenpou inhaled deeply through his nose. Whilst his sense of smell wasn’t spectacular it was enough to ascertain what was going on.

Leather, musk and that very faint smell of sake that never went away.

Oh thank Tenkai it was Kenren.

Tenpou opened his eyes.

He was lying on his bed, naked and pleasantly warm. His wounds throbbed in time with his heartbeat and abused muscles were stiffening up nicely. He looked over to Kenren and smiled tenderly, reaching over to his lover and then froze himself.

Kenren was crying.

The black clad soldier, scourge of women and men alike for a myriad of reasons and feared by many was on his knees by Tenpou’s bed, crying. Not outright bawling like a naughty child but silently letting tears run down his face and drip into his lap. What the fuck had happened? Seriously concerned now, Tenpou forced his aching body to rise and reached out a hand.

“Kenren …”

At the croaked sound, Kenren raised his head, blinking puffy eyes. Much to Tenpou’s surprise, Kenren kept crying and reached over to embrace his commanding officer almost squeezing the life out of him in the process and chanting in his ear.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m so sorry. Shit I shouldn’t have left you alone. Shit.” The breath in Tenpou’s ear became choked. “I swear they won’t fucking live! I’ll kill them I’ll kill them. I-.” Tenpou finger pressed against his lip and he gently pushed Kenren away.

“Now as much as I appreciate your killing things for me I must first ask whom you need to kill so I can fill out the paperwork before you do.” He smiled and drew off his smudged glasses.

Kenren was dumfounded, his eyes went wide.

“Tenpou … don’t you remember what happened? Oh shit, please don’t say I’ve just brought back the memories or something.” He patted Tenpou’s hand like the man was an invalid. “Tell me, what did they do to you out there?”

Tenpou hitched himself up on the bedding, pleased to see the dagger wound already starting to knit itself closed: nothing a simple bandage wouldn’t cure. Only stick-on stitches needed. Thank the Gods. As much as he adored his General, Kenren’s attempts at stitching up wounds came from the school of “just-put-in-as-many-as-you-can” category and would leave him looking like a ragdoll. He touched Kenren’s hair gently.

“I believe you are stark raving mad, Kenren.”

Kenren was now incredulous. He pushed Tenpou’s hand away and straddled the surprised Marshal, holding him down with a ferocity that almost hurt. Tenpou looked up at him with a confused yet defensive expression. Kenren looked like he might cry again or at least scream.

“In the name of all that’s holy Tenpou, how can you be so calm?! How the fuck … they’ve attacked you …” his voice became a whisper. “They’ve raped you.” He hung his head.

Tenpou blinked and processed the information, then looked down at himself especially at the palette of bruises across his hips and genitals. He then realised and forced Kenren to look at him with a hand firmly grasping his chin.

“Kenren, I have not been raped.” Kenren started to say something but Tenpou shushed him with a teachers stare and finger on his lips. “Yes they caught me and the leader did indeed grope me with all the delicacy of a War Prince but they did not get that far.” He gave a self-satisfied grin. “Did I not leave enough proof?”

Kenren thought back to where all the tranquiliser darts had actually been and remember that several had had them in the ass as well as the crotch. He leaned over and kissed Tenpou long and hard for the hell of it. He dropped kisses all over the Marshall’s neck and face before returning to those smiling lips.

“Fuck am I relieved at that.” He murmured finally against Tenpou’s lips. “Dunno what I’d have done. The very thought of you injured just makes me wanna beat the fuck outta something. What can I do?”

Tenpou was comforted by Kenren’s rough and ready declarations of revenge but wasn’t in the mood for vengeance right now. Tenpou knew he could be vindictive, vengeful and at times downright sadistic. He knew his temper was also lethal and he could be as cold as ice. However, even with gods there was only so much one could take, they could be all-powerful, immortal bastards and Tenpou could do that very well. Right now though, he just wanted unconditional love, care and attention. He was tired from constant fighting, his pride had taken a serious hit and his physical injuries were aching like a bitch. There was a time and place to admit weakness and here and now with Kenren who would never mention it, now was the time to let go. He drew away from Kenren’s kiss and lay back.

“Please just look after me.” He said softly.

Kenren stared at him blankly before reached for the first aid kit. Normally treating a wounded Tenpou was like trying to get a cat in a bath. Tenpou became almost like a wild animal when he was injured. He would retreat after from physical help and lashed out (however politely) at people who tried to treat him. Usually Kenren waited for unconsciousness or simply took the surly sulkiness on the chin.

Naturally, this surrendering behaviour troubled Kenren. It must be serious if Tenpou was lying back and letting him treat the wounds. He wrung out the cloth and wiped down the rest of Tenpou’s legs, carefully glossing over the scratches he found there. Luckily the legs didn’t seem to have much damage so he soaked the cloth in the water, plucked off Tenpou’s glasses and set to work cleaning Tenpou’s face with slow deliberate strokes.

Tenpou relaxed into the sensations and opened his eyes. Kenren was looking down at him, his face relaxed into a concerned expression. He had shed his uniform jacket and was bare-chested. Tenpou took a minute to appreciate the finely-honed muscles of Kenren’s body; the dips and shadows of flesh sculpted by fighting and sheer strength. He knew that physically, Kenren was far stronger than he was and he liked to exploit that in bed; there was something wonderful about being overpowered by this powerful man.

The cloth went into the clean water, thin trails of blood leaving the cloth to trail through the clear water and colour it a dirty pink. Kenren opened up the medical box and pulled out a dressing and two rolls of bandage.

“Hey we are running low on this shit, I’m gonna have to break into the infirmary’s supplies at this rate.” He said opening the dressing pad and leaving it next to Tenpou’s stomach. “You know what comes next Ten-chan … on all-fours and you want the belt?”

Tenpou nodded and rolled onto his front, supporting himself on his hands and kness. As part of basic first aid, Kenren had to examine him to ascertain whether he had broken bones and if possibly realign them. Whilst he was happy for Kenren to do this and patch him up afterwards, the chance of biting his tongue was high especially as he knew at least one rib was broken. As Kenren’s cool fingers traced their way across his ribs he smiled.

“Maybe we should have bought that ball gag when we were last Down Below.” He muttered as Kenren pulled off his own belt and offered it. Tenpou accepted it daintily between his teeth and closed his eyes.

Kenren wished he didn’t have to do this. Hot as it was having Tenpou on his hands and knees with leather in-between his teeth; it just didn’t do it for him when he had to set broken bones. He knew one of Tenpou’s ribs were broken, a small lump was pushing at the skin so he needed to press it back into place. Not wasting any time he got onto the bed, knelt behind the naked Tenpou and slipped his fingers over the spot keeping an eye on the dressing pad and bandages.

“Ready?”

There was a nod.

The next five minutes were sheer hell. Tenpou bit down on the leather but even that couldn’t hide the gasps and noises of pain that occurred when Kenren pressed on the broken rib and pulled on the stab wound. Kenren tried not to listen the pain-filled panting beneath him as he wrapped the bandages round and around Tenpou’s ribs and used the pressure of the bandage to holding down the dressing pad on the stab wound. The final blow came when he had to pull on both ends of the bandage and secure the pieces together in a knot on Tenpou’s side. Unable to stand the pain anymore, Tenpou’s quaking arms finally gave way and he flopped back down on the bed panting with husky broken gasps.

When Tenpou came around, he was dimly aware of the belt being out of his mouth and Kenren’s hands caressing down his back, gently stroking down his thighs and back up again. This was accompanied by a playful tongue that licked up his spine just missing the band of bandages. Lips dropped kisses over his shoulders and gentle hands moved his sweat-tinged hair so those lips could kiss there too.

“That feels good.” Murmured Tenpou softly enjoying the feeling of Kenren petting him. Those hands were stroking down his arms now, disturbing the fine hairs there. As Kenren kissed his hand, he realised what he should be doing.

“Kenren, the mission will be finished … debriefing … aaah.” His sentence was cut off by Kenren sucking on the pads of his fingers. Kenren smiled and released the fingers.

“It’s okay, told the infirmary you were indisposed. They’ve pulled out the standard Tenpou sick note and written you off for the rest of the day, no debriefing for you, so lie back and take what your given … now roll over.”

Tenpou obeyed and slowly turned over to lie on his back and made Kenren stare. Kenren once again marvelled about just how beautiful his lover looked without his glasses and clothes. Not that he didn’t look gorgeous anyway but without all his Tenpou paraphernalia this was only something that Kenren could see. He pushed aside Tenpou’s forelock and kissed the hidden chakra there.

He swept his hands over Tenpou’s body and lightly thumbed a nipple. The nub of flesh puckered to his touch and Tenpou gave a sleepy smile. He thumbed the other nipple covered by bandage and blew lightly across it enjoying the sight of it peeping through the white bands. Tenpou twitched a little and Kenren bent his head to sweep his tongue over the bared nipple. He finally captured it between his teeth and pulled at it gently.

Tenpou raised his hand to Kenren’s own nipple to replicate the action but Kenren captured that wrist and pushed it back down onto the covers. He released the nipple and licked a shining trail up Tenpou’s shoulder and neck.

“Nope … you lie back and feel it. Gonna make you feel good.” He reached down between Tenpou’s legs and stroked at the slowly hardening cock. It responded to his touch and pleased with the reaction, Kenren kissed his way back down Tenpou’s chest and down to the junction between his stomach and thigh.

“You don’t have to do that Kenren … I believe you want to take care of me-oh Gods that’s … aaha!” Tenpou was unable to finish as Kenren continued his kisses and licks along the line of his thigh and fingers insinuated themselves into the wiry hair there. Instinctively, Tenpou raised his legs but Kenren didn’t carry his touch to the hole there, he remained simply licking and touch along the juncture of Tenpou’s thighs kissing and licking at the bruises and scratches.

“The Infirmary threatened me with dismissal if I didn’t heal you, this is how I heal you.” Kenren said softly smoothing his palms up Tenpou’s abdomen and chest before raising himself back up onto his knees. “Roll over again and pass me the lube.”

Tenpou smirked. As much as Kenren was gentle and would look after him, Tenpou knew he could never resist a good hard round of sex. One of the best sessions they ever had was on a battlefield; with Kenren pressed up against a ditch and Tenpou behind him, fucking the ass off him. They had been battered, bruised and bloody but, hot damn, it had been good and as Tenpou had moaned his release there had been explosions overhead.

He rolled onto his front hissing suddenly as his broken rib throbbed and his stab wound sent a flash of pain through him. Still, he managed to raise his hips up and await Kenren’s cock.

Which never came.

Kenren had opened the lube and spread it across his hands. Rubbing them together to warm them he then straddled Tenpou and smoothed his hands across the Marshall’s shoulders, pressing his thumbs to the wound-up knots of tension there. Despite himself, Tenpou moaned.

Kenren couldn’t deny that he was turned on, but this was purely for Tenpou. He loved simply touching his lover and knowing the points that made him spark into life but also made him sigh in the simple pleasure of just touching. He worked through those knots and moved his hands lower to work at Tenpou’s lower back, leaving the skin shiny with the lube. He saw Tenpou’s hand flex on the bed covers and knew he was doing right. He swept his hands across Tenpou’s lower back and let his pinky and ring fingers slip down in the crack of Tenpou’s ass.

He might be helping his lover to relax but that didn’t mean he could have a little bit of fun whilst he did it.

Tenpou’s hips rolled as muscles slowly and surely unknotted themselves. Although he noticed Kenren’s fingers slipping down, he understood that Kenren didn’t want him to move. Aching as he did he didn’t really feel like it either but instead relaxed into being gradually turned on by the now-three fingers dipping in and out between his legs. Quite frankly it was a relief to simply drop his guard for a bit and enjoy the touch of another.

Tenpou had long ago realised that his guard was something that had to be up all times. Having spent much of his godly life being underestimated, plotted against or molested, Tenpou had cultivated a guard and a stand-offishness all of his own. His guard had several layers from being an ice-cold demon officer from hell to those he barely trusted to a warm, “open”, friend to Konzen. Tenpou always kept his cards close to his chest.

Originally around Kenren, Tenpou had pretended to show his cards quite rapidly, he opened his body to his General and let himself be taken advantage of so that he could work out exactly what the General wanted. After all, everyone wanted something. He had allowed this to go on and had not yet worked out what Kenren actually wanted and before he knew it, his cards were down anyway. Letting Kenren attend to him whilst injured had been the last vestiges of Tenpou’s guard.

His thoughts were cut short as Kenren inserted a lube-slick tip of his finger and wiggled it gently. Tenpou squirmed and gasped.

“That’s good.” He murmured and Kenren kissed the back of his neck.

“Good … close your eyes.” The finger disappeared from his ass and reappeared stroking his back and shoulders. Tenpou obeyed, relaxing into the strokes and closing his eyes.

Keeping one hand massaging Tenpou’s back, Kenren reached for the lube and squirted more onto his free hand. His cock jerked as he smeared the lube across it and for a single moment he enjoyed his own touch. The wet, wonderfully slick feeling of lube surrounding him and the tightness of his own fist felt so good and made him even more eager to be inside his lover. Once confident his erection couldn’t be slicker Kenren resumed his massage but letting the head of his cock nestle against Tenpou’s ass.

“Hey Ten-chan.” He murmured, returning to his rubbing. Tenpou opened his eyes and turned his head to the side to rest upon the pillow.

“You called?” he smiled.

“You know you took on hell of a beating out there … “ Kenren pushed his body forward a little so the head of his cock was just resting against Tenpou’s entrance. Tenpou hmmed in pleasure. “… Is there anything I can do to stop you being so godsdamned stupid?” He leaned down and kissed Tenpou’s hair resting his hands lightly on Tenpou’s shoulders.

“Not really … I have always been known as brash and hot-headed … mmm.” Kenren pushed in a little more but not enough. “It never seemed to bother anyone before … I think the impromptu betting offices that are set up whenever I go into battle would suffer considerably.” He flexed his fingers on the sheets as Kenren pushed in a little more but remained still as soon as only the head of his cock was inside. The pain-pleasure of being held open but not filled was making Tenpou want to beg. “… Mmmm, they usually offer good odds on my survival.” He punctuated his sentence with a yelp and Kenren smacked him lightly on the ass.

“Don’t I know it?” Kenren said, winding his fingers into Tenpou’s hair. “But the Dragon demanded that I cover …” he thrust in to the hilt. “and protect your ass.”

Tenpou gasped and sought to arch up at the invasion but Kenren’s strong hands in his hair and on his back held him down, protecting his injuries. Tenpou settled instead for gripping the sheets.

“This, this … oh … Kenren … and I suppose this is covering and protecting my ass?” he gasped out as his lover started a gentle rhythm that hit him deep inside.

“Feh … I heard Goujun say “ass” and carried out my own interpretation. Always pulled me up for not listening at school.” He withdrew slightly, raised Tenpou’s hips and reached for Tenpou’s own cock, thumbing the head gently. Pushing slowly back inside the warmth that was his lover, Kenren kept up the pressure until he was flush against Tenpou’s ass and pushing firmly against Tenpou’s prostate, all the time remaining gentle. “Besides … no one can get at your ass whilst I’m here can they?” no answer. Kenren bumped his hips for emphasis. Tenpou moaned. “Can they?”

Tenpou breathed in to answer but Kenren’s next gentle bump against his prostate pushed him over the edge. He was blind-sided by his own orgasm and the surprise of it made him cry out far louder than usual. Come spurted through Kenren’s fingers and the General gripped his Marshall’s shoulders as Tenpou’s internal muscles quaked and squeezed his own cock. He longed to lunge straight into his lover and come to his own finish but he was determined this was just for Tenpou.

He withdrew.

With some discomfort, Tenpou rolled onto his back gasping.

“You didn’t?” he panted, his ribs throbbing with every breath. Kenren shook his head and leaned down for a kiss.

“Nope, just for you … recovery, healing, endorphins and all that soppy shit.” He laid down in the space Tenpou had vacated. “Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep … I don’t even wanna think about how blue my balls are going to be in the morning.” He closed his eyes.

Tenpou looked confused and stretched out a hand to Kenren’s still-hard cock. Kenren gripped his wrist.

“If you even think of doing that I will break your wrist and that’ll add another two days to your recovery.” He reached over and laid his arm across Tenpou’s stomach. “Just accept for once that I don’t want anything from you.”

For once Tenpou obeyed.

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Kenren was dreaming. He was sure he must be because there was that eerie feeling of warmth in your belly when you are moving in the dream but not in real life. Whatever it was the dream was wonderful, hot women all around him worshipping him, feeding him and encouraging him to touch them. Tenpou was knelt at his feet wearing very little and wearing the sluttiest expression Kenren had ever seen. Kenren reached out a jewel-bedecked hand and reached for his lover…

… an arc of pleasure washed through him and obliterated his dream world … it felt like something was rushing from him, sheer electric shocks of pleasure rolling down his spine almost like he had …

Kenren opened his eyes and jolted upright.

“Damnit Tenpou.”

Tenpou on his knees, wearing very little except bandages and licking the last vestiges of Kenren’s come off his lips and fingers.

“Just covering your ass, General.”

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Authors Note

So many reviews! I'm really flattered guys and hope you liked this one just as much.

DuosAngel - Really? Thank you muchely. I kind of thought that if they were Gods they'd have to be Gods of something and I'm pleased it turned out well, plus Tenpou would have to get his junk from somewhere.

zell-chan - Thank you, I don't tihnk I can write anything without a humour in it, I laughed at the vital point of the latest Harry Potter film. Plus, sorry about the gap.

Macha - Thank you for taking the time to review and glad you are enjoying.

Ginny - I'm glad you liked the threesome and I figured the townspeople would have an inkling of what their local God would like.

l - I miss Gaiden too and wish they would hurry up and license the manga over here, better still do an anime series of it just to fuel my obsessions

Ten-chan - Thank you for the flattery and glad you are back and reading

Angel - I am still continuing this for as long as I have ideas and thank you kindly for your reviews.