Kuji

Disclaimer: I still own nothing of value, especially not Saiyuki

Chapter 13: Orders

Warnings: Yaoi (in case you haven't realised), M/M, Book Fetish,

Notes: This chapter was actually written in response to the anonymous saiyuki kink challenge on LJ. The prompt was this: Hakkai/Gojyo or Tenpou/Kenren; boot worship (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boot_worship). Really, I just want to see Gojyo (or Kenren) on his knees and trembling while he kisses leather. Yesss. A cooly dominant but obviously very much getting off on the power trip Hakkai (or Tenpou) would make my day. If you can sneak hair-pulling and/or a lot of dirty talk in, I will be happy to leave you my firstborn.

So I wrote it, and this is the cleaned up version.

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The first time Kenren saw Tenpou in full dress uniform was two weeks after they started sleeping together. It was the beginning of an offensive against some random wolf demons stronghold and Kenren had come to collect his orders from Tenpou to carry out the next day. He had simply strode into the office as was his wont and found Tenpou stood by his bookshelves, dressed ready for the battlefield, sucking on a fountain pen and reading through a scroll of paper with narrowed eyes.

His hair was tied back in a ponytail and bared the pale flesh of his neck. The long calf-length uniform coat rippled slightly at his every move and the thin leather shined with each movement. Kenren could also see the snug-fitting black leather pants that clung deliciously to Tenpou’s thighs. His eyes followed a lustful line down that compactly powerful body until he reached Tenpou’s feet.

Oh all the Gods …

Tenpou was wearing boots. And not the regular issue boots either. These were knee-high black leather boots shining with a sinful gleam. They hugged Tenpou’s calves and wrapped around his feet like a second skin. The tops of the boots were even folded over, giving him a rakish air. Unaware of his staring eyes, Tenpou tucked a lock of hair behind his ears and bent one knee so a foot rested on the bottom bookshelf. The insistent tapping of his foot against the wood of the shelf seemed to tease Kenren in a sexy imitation of his own heartbeat.

He moaned quietly.

Tenpou looked up and smiled at his subordinate.

“Ah Kenren, just who I need.” He rolled up the scroll and used the boot to push himself upright. Kenren kept staring at those boots. Tenpou just didn’t seem to stand still in them; his feet still kept twitching around under the leather. How did he not notice this before?

“Kenren?” He looked up and Tenpou was looking curiously at him, head tilted to one side. Those boots squeaked quietly when he came towards his and Kenren wished he did not have this little problem. It had gotten him enough trouble with the commander when he had found out his wife liked to wear skimpy silk slippers and little else, and now he was becoming a leather freak. He jerked himself out of it.

“Yeah, I like need those orders for tomorrow and stuff and wondered what you were up to tonight too.” He garbled, his eyes slipping down to those boots. “Those aren’t regular boots.” He said looking down at them.

Tenpou raised an eyebrow at the strangeness of the statement and looked down at his feet. They were just his boots. They were an older pair that he had managed to find in his closet under a pile of silk kimonos that he was hoping to find a use for at some point. They were just boots anyway, why did Kenren seem so interested? Tenpou twitched his outwards then in and scrutinised them, he then watched Kenren’s eyes follow every move his feet made. He tapped his foot sharply and saw Kenren twitch at the movement. He needed to test this theory.

“Ah, I could only find one of my boots and then I noticed it was cracked around the toes.” Tenpou indicated to a lonesome boot sat by his desk. Kenren noted that two umbrellas and large map scroll had already found homes within the boot and shook his head. “These boots are from my days as a Major, before the uniform change. I’ve forgotten how much I like them.” He lifted a foot, rotating it for study and then eyed Kenren. “Do you like them?” he asked.

“Oh god yes.” Gasped Kenren and then paled as he realised that Tenpou had heard him. “Umm I mean, they look good on ya.” Change the subject. Quick. “So those orders?”

Tenpou already had that sparkle in his eye, the one that always made Kenren want to reach for his cock and fear for his balls. Tenpou moved sinuously towards his desk and made a good show of looking for the orders on the two piles of paper, that were the only things currently marring his desktop. He looked at Kenren over the rims of his glasses and then sat down in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. The light caught the lenses of his glasses and Kenren couldn’t see his expression

“Your orders, General? Your orders are to get down on your knees and await your next command.” He said calmly.

Hardly comprehending, Kenren simply stood still, head titled to one side. Tenpou sat back in his chair, examined his nails and jiggled his foot insistently.

“I will not ask you again.” He said; his voice cool and commanding. “I would like you on your knees at my feet, do not make me ask again.”

Kenren did as asked, taking careful steps across the office. Tenpou watched him with a constant gaze, his fingers steepled under his chin. Kenren could only see that boot moving up and down, the heel lightly tapping at Tenpou’s leather-clad shin. A small part of him wondered about how wrong this was but it was the larger part of him that had him down on his knees at Tenpou’s feet breathing in the scent of leather.

“Good boy.” Was Tenpou’s praise and raised his foot to touch the underside of Kenren’s chin. Kenren’s cock jumped in the confines of his pants and he moaned softly. “Now remove your jacket and boots, slowly, and you will be rewarded. If you do not obey, you will be punished.”

Kenren unhooked the chains from his jacket and set them on the floor at Tenpou’s feet almost like a tribute to the man. Tenpou watched without emotion as he let the loose jacket slither from his shoulders and puddle around him. He then rose to his feet and toed off his own boots, kicking them away towards the bookshelf. He remained standing but at the single quirk of a lens-framed eyebrow he was back on his knees, head bowed. Tenpou planted one of his booted feet against Kenren’s chest and Kenren was suddenly very much aware of his heartbeat thumping in time with his cock.

“You may lick one and one only.” Tenpou said.

Kenren did so. Cradling Tenpou’s ankle in his cupped hands, he ran his tongue across the toe of the boot, laving the top of it in slow licks. Tenpou helpfully pointed his foot and Kenren licked a clear line over the top of the foot, around the ankle and over the leather encasing the shin. The smell was intoxicating, almost edible. Tenpou then suddenly withdrew his foot and Kenren moaned at the loss.

“Remove your pants, General. And you’d better do it slower this time, so I can see you properly.” Tenpou uncrossed his legs, showing off the bulge in his own pants.

Kenren raised himself back up onto his feet and worked at his belt and fly with fumbling fingers. The fact that Tenpou had told him to go slow grated on him because we wanted nothing more than to be naked as quickly as possible and go back to those boots; one of which was still wet with his saliva. His hands twitched on his pants as he tried to unfasten them slowly; damn them for being tight! He worked them over his hips and eyed Tenpou who was still not moving or responding in anyway, simply looking at him as if he were a piece of meat. The aroused him even more. He slid the leather down his legs and stood before Tenpou naked, his cock jutting proudly upwards from its nest of hair.

Tenpou looked uninterested but Kenren clearly saw the seam of his pants shift against that straining cock.

“Back on your knees and you will get your reward.” Tenpou said, reaching down to unzip himself. He was just as hard as Kenren, his pale smooth cock standing out like against the dark rippled leather. He brought his splayed legs together and gestured to them. “Kiss them, Kenren.” He breathed softly. “Get on all fours and kiss them like you kiss me.”

Kenren fell onto his hands and knees and kissed the tips of Tenpou’s boots. He covered those feet in kisses: from quickly dropped pecking kisses to deep, loving tongue-filled kisses that slipped and slid across the damp leather leaving a shining trail. He heard the sharp intake of breath above him as he ran his hands up Tenpou’s calves, kissing the leather and biting at the rolled over tops of the boots.

“Worship them.” Came the breathy command.

Kenren obeyed, kissing and licking his way over the rims of the boots, bringing his torso into contact with Tenpou’s leg. Leather brushed his nipples and they puckered as the touch. Desperate for more, Kenren pressed himself against the boot and rubbed himself on them feeling the harshness across the flesh of his stomach.

“Oh gods.” He murmured suddenly.

Tenpou had pointed his feet and was nudging at Kenren’s balls, running one foot then the other up his cock. Kenren bit down on the rim boot and rubbed himself up against the leather, practically humping Tenpou’s booted legs. Tenpou let him do this for a bit before he withdrew one leg and planted the other back on Kenren’s chest pushing him upwards. The toe of his boot had Kenren’s pre-come on it and for some reason this seemed to please Tenpou greatly.

“Do you approve of the boots?” he asked and Kenren nodded. His aching cock was craving the rough touch of the rubberised soles of the boots and smooth leather to caress the abused skin. The thought of fucking whilst Tenpou wore the boots made him desperate to come regardless of whether he was on the top or the bottom. He gripped his cock and stroked it.

“Can’t you tell?” he asked plaintively, pleadingly. Tenpou smiled deviously and gestured to his own cock.

“You seem to be speaking out of turn; I suggest you put that mouth of yours to better use.” His eyes lowered in lust. “Suck me.”

Eagerly Kenren scrabbled back down on his hands and knees to gently wrap his hand around Tenpou’s cock and fist it lightly. With a grin, he dipped his head into Tenpou’s lap and took his dick fully into his mouth, letting Tenpou’s dick slide over his tongue and teeth and touch the back of his throat. Tenpou moaned softly in his chair and reached out to grab Kenren’s head and wind his fingers into the black spiky hair, pulling lightly on it to get himself even deeper into the hot warm cavern of Kenren’s mouth.

“Oh … yes, keep sucking, get me good and wet, General.” Tenpou thrust into his subordinate’s mouth and shuddered as Kenren pulled back and teethed him. “Get me good and wet and I’ll let you ride me on this chair.” Kenren moaned around his mouthful and Tenpou pulled a little harder on his hair. “Or maybe I’ll fuck you over the desk with just my boots on.” Kenren reached down to grab his cock and fist it furiously moaning around his mouthful; Tenpou noticed the motion and continued. “And if you are really good and wait to come, I’ll let you come on my boots.”

The hand stopped stroking and returned to stroking and massaging Tenpou’s balls, which in Tenpou’s opinion was where they belonged. He let Kenren continue licking him until he decided that he was wet enough. Loosing Kenren’s hair, Tenpou raised his boot to Kenren’s chest and lightly pushed him with it as he got out of his chair.

“Stay on your knees, General and spread yourself for me.” Intoned Tenpou as he reached into the desk drawer for the bottle of oil he kept there.

Kenren did so without complaining and spread the cheeks of his ass, baring his entrance to Tenpou, his head resting on the carpeted floor. From this vantage point he could see Tenpou’s feet coming over to him as well as hear his own pants ringing in his ears. An eternity seemed to pass by and he could feel Tenpou’s eyes staring at him.

“Please, Marshall.” He begged, struggling to keep a grip on his ass cheeks as his hands became sweaty. “Plea … oh!” His pleading was immediately cut short as a toe of a boot, covered in oil slid its way up the crack of his ass and pushed against his perineum and hole. It rubbed up and down, seeming to want to press in and Kenren gasped, wailed and sobbed into the carpet. Nothing that big could fit inside him! No way! Kenren shivered and fought to keep a grip as the toe of the boot pushed at his entrance and there was a split second he thought Tenpou would try but he didn’t. Kenren sagged gratefully as the boot left him and all he could hear was shuffling sounds. It couldn’t end now! No! His heartbeat thudded in his ears and his fingers sank into his flesh, keeping himself spread.

Then, suddenly, Tenpou was inside him. All the way. All the way up to the fucking hilt. Kenren gasped and fell forwards, balancing himself on his elbows. Tenpou hummed in pleasure above him and Kenren could feel it inside him throbbing and hot. He clawed at the carpet.

“Calm yourself, General.” Came Tenpou’s voice. “You will get your reward.” He delivered a hard thrust at the same time as wrapping something around Kenren’s neglected cock.

His boot.

Oh gods. Oh holy fuck. Tenpou was fucking him and his was fucking Tenpou’s boot. Kenren was panting hard now, Tenpou falling into a harsh thrusting rhythm that had him nearly skinning his elbows and knees on the carpet. Kenren fought to keep himself from coming too soon but it was difficult with leather wrapped around his cock and Tenpou balls-deep in his ass. It also didn’t help that Tenpou was murmuring the fucking filthiest things above him.

“You like my cock, Kenren? You’re squeezing me like a … a fucking whore and I don’t think I can stop … You like feeling my boot around you, you like fucking my boots? You want to come on them? Sully and ruin my boots with your cock. If you beg me I’ll let you come, Kenren.”

Kenren did. He begged and pleaded and thrust into the warm caress of leather. At Tenpou’s whisper of ‘come’ he did: white strings of semen spattered across Tenpou’s boots and Kenren bit back a cry of delight. Tenpou lingered for a while longer, taking his time over his deep thrusting and prolonging Kenren’s shuddering and twitching. Finally he too came, gripping Kenren’s hips and filling him with the wet warmth of his release.

Exhausted, they slumped to the floor, Kenren rolling onto his back and Tenpou kissing him as he did so,

“You never told me about this.” He said softly, trailing his fingers down Kenren’s sticky thighs to where his own come was starting to ooze out onto the abused carpet. That would be another stain to try and explain to his cleaner.

Kenren hummed in pleasure and twisted his fingers into Tenpou’s hair.

“Mmm, just sometimes … and you do look seriously fuckable in the uniform though.” He breathed and Tenpou left. “Pity we only have boring boots now, because I think I ruined that pair.”

Tenpou laid against Kenren’s side.

“Well I could probably clean them … but I suppose now’s a good time to tell you that I own other pairs … I have one pair from when I was a Lieutenant General ...” Kenren raised an eyebrow and went dry-mouthed. “… patent and shiny …” Tenpou smiled as Kenren’s cock twitched just a little. “With buckles and chains too … there’s a whole outfit to go with it too … lots chains, so easy to tie someone up, wrapping around a wrist.” Kenren looked down as Tenpou looked wistfully at his wrist. Oh this was too good. Someone had his own little fetish. This had to be remedied.

“… of course they will need to be requisitioned from storage.”

Kenren was already scrabbling for a pen.

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A/N: When I post the next chapter I will re-order all these chapters into time order because this one comes before the Art of War and they are simply all shuffled around like crazy, or else I will compile an order list and slot it in as and when.

Macha - Thank you very much and do we really think Tenpou would mind/care that the Dragon gets the karma sutra? ^_^

bluesnake40 - Oh you make me blush and I'm gad you look forward to update, I always get happy when one of my favourites updates. I actually came across Sun Tsu in my teahcing and use it as a bible with my difficult classes. And I'm writing as fast as I can.

SuchACalamity - ^_^ Thankees, hope this one meets approval.

zell-chan - Saldy there is no sex in the Art of War but it gives tremendous advice.

Angel - I keep books in the bed two, drives my partner bonkers when he gets in to find that Catch 22 is under his pillowcase and Frankenstein is jabbing him in the butt.

Ten-chan - Glad you voted! I was deliriously happy for days and days.

Zura - Thank you for the review. I love the natural rapport between Kenren and Tenpou in the gaiden manga, makes me laugh everytime and I try and include it when I can. I can also see Kenren streaking aorund heaven but strictly on his terms, and we all know that Tenpou would include a twist somewhere.