Kuji

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

Chapter 14: Sex Therapy

Warnings: Yaoi (in case you haven't realised), M/M/M, potential weirdness over reptillian description,

Notes: Ah this took ages simply because I'm crap ... no seriously, I've been working 60 hour weeks since January and had a lot of headache problems and life-changeyness, so nothing happened much. Hope you like though
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Goujun was in his office when Tenpou arrived. One of the benefits of being a commander and a King was that one could do whatever they liked with their palace and indeed, their office. Goujun had taken immediate advantage of this, determined that his office should have a distinct feel of his homeland. The first thing he had installed in here was a small pool fed by a stream and the larger pool that ran through the courtyard outside his office which lead to his palatial quarters. Tenkai had yet to realise that dragons were primarily water creatures and Goujun was King of the Western Seas so naturally would have a need for water.

Goujun was quite proud of his pool. Raised up on a low white marble platform in the corner of his office, the water flowed out over the smooth white marble wall into an almost mirror-perfect pool. The faint rippling noise of the water soothed him and when he was particularly alert he swore he could smell the very water itself. On the marble that surrounded his pool he had had various dragon symbols carved into it. Of course he could never let go of his dragon nature of liking treasure and had had gold inlaid into his large desk and in streaks in the floor with several intriguing jewels from Down Below that he had had Tenpou fetch him embedded into the carvings. Just enough to curb the treasure cravings.

Goujun was also fond of the much larger pool in the courtyard. Smaller than Kanzeon Bosatsu’s infamous lotus pond it was still just as beautiful and crystal clear. During quiet nights, Goujun would order people out of his palace for the evening, shed his clothes and swim in the pool simply enjoying the feeling of being close to the water. In fact he craved a swim right now, rather than preparing the next subjugation; his scales positively itched for the want of water. He dipped his brush in the ink and continued his writings.

“Ah … Goujun sir?”

Even if he hadn’t recognised the voice; no knocking or messenger announcing the visitor naturally meant it was Tenpou. Goujun had insisted the man never stand on ceremony if there was no one around and Tenpou accepted this happily. He came stepping in his standard way and stood in the centre of the office in that familiar hands-pockets-stance with head cocked to one side as he always did. Goujun raised his head with a half-smile of greeting.

“Marshal Tenpou? To what do I owe this visit?”

As he cast an eye over Tenpou he realised things didn’t look quite correct. For starters, the man’s shirt was buttoned up to his neck and his tie sat neatly on the top button. His laboratory coat was clean and pressed, his toilet slippers were unscuffed and he was without a cigarette. There was also that twinkle in his eye and a distinct scent emanating from him.

Goujun’s sensitive reptilian nostrils could pick up the scent miles away and knew Tenpou’s own specific version of that scent as well as his own. It was arousal. From the lovers he occasionally took to his bed Goujun found the scent of arousal differed for each and Tenpou’s own scent was just as distinctive. It was hard to describe to non dragon folk but if it was a colour, it would be a dark powerful red and scent was getting stronger.

“I wonder if I may take up some of your valuable time, sir, and enquire as to our recent trip to the Gekai?” he asked politely, taking the seat that Goujun had proffered to him.

This disturbed Goujun a little, Tenpou never stood on ceremony. Not that he completely forgot how to act around a superior officer; not Tenpou was far too clever to do that. However, Goujun had thought that they had reached a mutual understanding that Tenpou could speak freely within these four walls. He steepled his fingers and tapped his claws together. They were growing longer now and tapped insistently together, much to his reluctance he would need cut them again. He so hated accidentally shredding documents.

“What is bothering you, Marshall?” he asked, tapping the marble desktop insistently. “The recent subjugation was a great success, mainly due to your tactics which even the Jade Emperor himself commended – although I notice you were noticeable by your absence at the parade…” he left the question in the air.

Tenpou gave a sheepish smile. True be known he had forgotten all about it and had spent an enjoyable morning looking after Goku and an even more enjoyable afternoon with Kenren. He had discovered a book on tantric sex and wanted to experiment. Kenren had quite literally risen to the challenge and Tenpou was more than satisfied with the result. According to his stopwatch, they had lasted four hours, twenty two minutes and twelve seconds. He hadn’t been able to sit down properly for three days but it had been worth it.

“Ah yes, I was not feeling too good afterwards, so I sent a messenger with a note excusing myself.” He said, pleased that he had remembered that much.

Goujun’s eyebrow quirked slightly and there was a ripple of a grin across his mouth.

“Odd that Kenren was struck down with the same thing.” He murmured. Tenpou had the good grace to look even more sheepish and coughed.

“Well, yes we can’t exactly hide it from you any longer can we, Commander?” he asked with a grin just as sneaky. “Unless that was the situation you were referring to?”

“Yes, that is the time I would be alluding to.” Murmured Goujun. The water coasting down the marble made a faint rippling sound and he closed his eyes. His iridescent scales rippled with the thoughts of bathing in the water and swimming down. Tenpou was a good swimmer. He knew this because when he had been a Captain he had joined him in the courtyard pool at Goujun’s request. Most other officers had declined with much bowing and kowtowing knowing it was a spectacular breach of protocol and thinking that this was a test of their obedience. Also, it was well known that Dragons had a superlative sense of smell and many were afraid of what the Commander might discover.

Not so with Tenpou. The young Captain had gaily shed his clothes and entered the pool as naked as the day he was created. His expression had been open and kindly and he seemed genuinely pleased to be in the water. In fact they had bathed together several times with Goujun detecting nothing in the God’s scent that would alert him to betrayal. The only thing Goujun could smell which caused him concern was the subtle underlying scent of arousal.

That scent grew stronger all the time and Goujun had acted upon it. The next time he invited Tenpou to bathe with him, he had made a cautious move. Taking Gods into his bed male or female was not highly unusual but this was the first time he had contemplated one of his officers. He had let his claws brush Tenpou’s shoulder and the General had responded willingly and enthusiastically. He had allowed Goujun to take him in the water but had not remained passive; in fact he had practically forced Goujun to release by the movements of his hips.

Goujun could actually picture Tenpou in his mind. He could see the relatively slender man with a deceptive muscle tone that belied his actual strength and agility. He was flexible, this Goujun as knew from experiences in the pool and a quick mover on and off the field. He looked glorious covered in water with droplets running down that curiously scale-less smooth skin and dripping from him.

Of course that would not be a view Goujun could see anymore since the General Kenren had staked his claim. And he had staked his claim with a stark and clear message to Goujun: with not only inhabiting the Marshall’s bed at every opportunity but also leaving clear red kiss marks dotted all around Tenpou’s neck and shoulders with the largest and most vehement marks being on the back of his neck. To the average God it meant nothing but to a Dragon those neck marks were the sign of ultimate possession; how you marked your mate and displayed to all that they were yours. And judging by Kenren’s knowing smiles he knew exactly what he was proving to Goujun and the little performance recently Down Below had simply confirmed what he knew to be true. Therefore, now was not the time to daydream.

Still remembering that arched back with sweat running down his kimono-clad body and moaning, Goujun couldn’t help but crave that performance again.

“Ah Goujun sir?” came the enquiry. Goujun blinked at the officer. Tenpou was smiling intently at him with his hands clasped behind his back. He blinked and nodded coolly.

“Yes, Tenpou.” He said gently. “The last trip to the Gekai?” Tenpou showed no surprise at him leaving aside the titles and in fact the Marshall’s facial expression seemed to soften.

“I wondered upon your opinion about the encounter” Returned Tenpou, flicking his eyes to the ornate fountain and back again. “After all, we rarely have time to discuss things any longer.”

“What do wish to discuss, Marshall? That you flagrantly disregarded all rules about going to Earth for only military reasons? That you forged papers to excuse your troops for the evening? That you utilised troop funds to pays for your little sojourn? That your little performance has created a surprising upsurge in your troop’s morale and fighting style? That your entire troop turned up for parade two days later in full uniform, on time and in perfect step?” his face remained stony. “Or the fact I found you in a storage cupboard being mounted by your subordinate?”

There were ten seconds of solid silence with Goujun’s unwavering stare and Tenpou’s relaxed expression. The man was wholly unaffected by his accusation, as would the hot-headed General be if he were here. General Kenren was an irrepressible man, but had proven an unwavering loyalty to Tenpou since his transfer and aside from pretty indolence and carousing; Goujun was pleased with him as an officer. It was just a pity Tenpou had thought a lot more.

“To be fair, sir, I believe that position couldn’t be called mounting.” Goujun looked up at Tenpou’s placid expression. The man had a half-smile on his face and Goujun was fighting the slightest grin of his own

“Oh, forgive me if I don’t make a habit of examining and dissecting the sexual preferences of my subordinates, what would you call it, Marshall?” He raised an eyebrow, stood up out of his chair and walked towards his fountain, watching the water. He was trying not to think about the idea of Tenpou in the water.

“I’d call it riding myself, and that is the reason why I am here.” Tenpou came over to the fountain and faced Goujun. “I wanted to know your opinion.”

The scent of arousal now rippled across Goujun’s senses and his felt the feathery hairs in his spine prickle. As much as they had mutually ended their relationship long before Kenren ever came onto the scene, Goujun still couldn’t deny the attraction he felt for his subordinate officer. Tenpou had a raw, powerful energy to him that was carefully kept under a persona of blithe gentility and that energy ran close to Goujun’s own. A dangerous man with full rationality, something Goujun would never fully control but had become attracted to.

“Since when have my opinions ever influenced your way of thinking, Field Marshal Tenpou?” returned Goujun, with a very slight trace of bitterness in his voice.

“Commander, although it is true that I try not to let anyone’s opinion cloud my judgement it would surprise you to learn that your opinion does matter to me in many respects and I consider it important – especially with our own history on – and off – the field, hence why I am asking for it now.”

Goujun sighed.

“I have been aware of your–“ He struggled for the words. “-assignation with the General for some time now and cannot say I totally approve. However, you have not allowed it to impede or you or your troops’ performance and organisation so I have … turned a blind eye … as people so rightly say here.” Goujun reached out to trail a claw through the water; it kissed his fingertips. “Now you still haven’t told me the reason for your coming.”

“I thank you for your discretion and no I haven’t, but my reason for coming is to bring you a gift.” He said mildly, and fiddled with the knot in his tie. “And I must confess that time is passing and we should start moving, so if you would accompany me, sir?”

Curious, Goujun did not protest, especially as Tenpou was already heading for, and opening, the door. Trusting his Marshall not to humiliate him or lead him into danger he followed. He was surprised to find Tenpou leading him around the large pool and to his own quarters.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I confess I gained access through devious means.” Tenpou said softly, leading Goujun through his own modest welcoming hall and to the ornate double doors of Goujun’s large bedchamber which he never slept in: he was a dragon for goodness sake, he had a perfectly acceptable nest of pillows within the inner sanctum of his chamber into which no one was admitted. Even Tenpou had rarely been permitted in there.

Although Goujun showed no surprise at Tenpou knowing his way to his bedchamber – the man had been there before several times both night and day, for work and pleasure – but what surprised him was within.

Kenren was sat on one of his carved wooden chairs, sipping a glass of plum-coloured wine looking unconcerned with what was going on. Nothing was changed in his chambers at all; his tapestries were still there; his three ornate chairs and day-bed remained in the same position. Strangely enough, nothing was disturbed. Aside form Kenren’s presence, the only different thing in the room was a piece of satin was laid out on the ornate couch covering some kinds of implements beneath.

… but it was still Kenren in his territory, in his chambers. Kenren, who had claimed Goujun’s once-lover more completely than he had ever done. Kenren, the last person he wanted to see and Tenpou had brought him right to his feet. Goujun felt his claws prickle against his thighs.

”Marshal, whatever you intend I wish for no part of it, least of all with the General.” He turned smartly on his foot and strode back towards the doors.

“You can have us.” Came the voice of Kenren. Not his usual cocky tone, but a cooler, quieter tone with a whisper of arousal through it. “Just for tonight, anything you want to do we will do it.”

Goujun’s hand paused on the door handle. The thought was arousing, and not just to him by the scent. Part of him was dismayed by the idea in that he had already indulged his carnal desires with one officer, two was not acceptable. The other part of him reminded his body that he had been chaste for a long time and he was unlikely to return to his mate for a while. What Tenpou and Kenren were offering was highly tempting but …

“I will decline,” He said finally. It wouldn’t do to unearth history long since buried. “And I do think Field Marshall Tenpou is more than capable of making his own decisions.” He added acidly. What kind of man did this General think Tenpou was? More to the point was did Tenpou see in him?

There was movement behind him and Goujun ould smell the deeper, more powerful scent of Kenren. The fine fur on his spine rippled with a fighting instinct.

“For tonight, he belongs solely to me and obeys only my orders.” There was a pause and Goujun could smell the almost-overpowering scent of their arousals mingling together. Yes, even he was struggled to fight the urge. “Isn’t that right, Tenpou?”

There was no response but the rustling of clothing behind them. Curiosity finally won out and Goujun finally turned around.

Tenpou stood before him wearing only a pair of black silk boxer shorts. Each wrist was encircled by a black leather buckled band linked together with the glittering chain and a shiny black leather collar encircled his slender throat. His head was bowed and his gaze was firmly trained on the floor. Kenren had abandoned his wine and was stood behind him, holding a long chain lead that was attached to the collar.

“I know you want him.” Purred Kenren, “And now you can have him.”

Goujun met Kenren’s blue eyes. They were intense and staring but with their usual defiant nature. He was serious and judging by the erection outlined in Tenpou’s shorts the idea wasn’t distasteful to his Marshall.

“What are your conditions, General Kenren?” He returned, raising his claw to trace the leather of the collar. Tenpou’s sudden intake of breath rippled the scales on his bare forearm.

“I’m part of the deal.” Came the soft voice. “You get him but you also get me. I don’t share easily, and our sweet Marshall appears to like the idea of being fought over, don’t ya?” he yanked harshly on the lead and Tenpou stumbled, fell to his knees and gasped. “He likes it rough … as you well know from your little secret beat-em-up sessions in the training centre.” Kenren raised a dark eyebrow.

Goujun showed no sign of acknowledging Kenren’s slight jibe about his and Tenpou’s “training” sessions which were more about inflicting damage on each other rather than actually training. He swept past Kenren and grasped Tenpou’s chin, forcing his subordinate to look at him. The minute Tenpou’s eyes focused on him, wide and needy with pupils dilated so far his very eyes looked black, Goujun lunged.

The force of his attack ripped the leash from Kenren’s hands and Tenpou fell back against the large velvet-clad bed, his mouth being assaulted by Goujun’s own furious kiss. Cuffed hands clashed together as they were pushed back to hook through the ornate carvings holding him immobile and pale legs were forced to spread. Tenpou grunted against the pain but wriggled his body up against Goujun and bared his collared throat. Goujun bit down at the junction between neck and shoulder enjoying the feeling of Tenpou gasping and lying still, awaiting the invasion of his body like captured prey.

Which never came.

Like a whirlwind, Kenren also attacked, attempting to wrestle Goujun off the bed, away from his prize, letting a set of claws rake his forearms in the process. Goujun snapped and growled, attempting to cling on, but Kenren proved to have a greater raw strength and managed to shove his Commander to the floor taking Tenpou for himself. As Goujun recovered, Kenren growled his victory and covered Tenpou with his own body securing the Marshal’s skinny wrists harder to the headboard and yanking the Marshal’s silk boxers to his ankles. He thrust the black silk between his lover’s teeth and forced the man’s legs apart, intent on claiming his prize. Dark eyes looked at the dragon and Kenren grinned; a sarcastic smile of dominance that bled liquid fire into Goujun’s veins.

So the General wanted to play power games? Goujun knew power games. He had been brought up in the palaces and the lands of the dragons, one of many brothers, each with their own ambitions and intrigues. Before he had even taken over power from his father, he had had assassination attempts, political plots and sexual games so intricate that it made the petty politics of Tenkai seem like the play of hatchlings and the General had yet to realise this.

However, despite Goujun’s desire, craving and respect for Tenpou, there came a second undercurrent of interest in the brash General who held Goujun’s prey captive. For some reason the General – complete with his own nudity and bleeding arms - awoke the baser instincts within him; feelings of jealousy, pride and lust rose within him. Tenpou notwithstanding, Kenren was a fine specimen of Godhood and his arrogance and a brashness would make the taking of him all the sweeter.

Goujun shed his clothes carefully, taking care to prowl close to Kenren to keep him on his guard and assume that he was after Tenpou. Tenpou stay lay sprawled across the floor held firmly down by his cuffs; seemingly struggling but still submissive as Kenren plundered his body with three slicked fingers. Even so often he would let out a small cry which distracted Goujun from his purpose and made him look to the deceptively defenceless figure on the bed.

Tenpou’s back was arched high and his body carried a faint shine of sweat. His slender legs were draped over Kenren’s arms and his whole body flexed beautifully as Kenren pushed inside him. Tenpou moaned at that and murmured something that had Kenren pulling sharply on the leash and making Tenpou struggle for breath. Insolent man: the pleasure in taking his presumptuousness away from him would be a victory indeed. Goujun allowed his body to become fully erect and advanced on the bed.

With a single fluid movement, he covered Kenren, gripped and forcing his wrists to the either side of Tenpou’s head and using a knee to keep his legs spread. Kenren howled in anger, which turned into a low drawn-out moan as Goujun found his entrance and thrust inside immediately, knowing that his own slick fluids would cause no permanent damage to the General. Releasing a wrist, he grabbed a fistful of Kenren’s hair and pulled his head back, delivering a fierce thrust that made Kenren hiss and Tenpou moan beneath them.

“You enjoy trying to humiliate me, General?” hissed Goujun, reaching down to grip Tenpou’s neglected cock. The Marshal hummed in pleasure and pushed against Kenren, keeping the man between then panting and squirming. Goujun met Tenpou’s gaze, seeing the lust there but also the smug sense of satisfaction. True to form Tenpou had predicted what he was going to do and was enjoying the hell out of it. Whether Kenren had guessed too was another thing entirely but Goujun was relishing the chance to enjoy such a challenging lover. He pulled experimentally on Kenren’s hair making sure his claws prickled lightly on the scalp.

“I said do you enjoy trying to humiliate me, General? Answer me.” He lazily bumped his hips against Kenren’s and withdrew a little so Kenren was kept in the very heat of the stretch and squirming on the tip of his cock. Kenren tried to move back but the grip of Tenpou’s body and legs kept him immobile and gasping. “Answer me.”

“Yes … I mean, no.” Kenren made a low mewling noise and shuddered between them as Tenpou writhed against him. “Uh … “ Goujun slid in another inch and could clearly see nail marks where the General was gripping Tenpou’s shoulders. The tensing of the muscles around him indicated that Kenren wasn’t likely to hold out for long. Cruelly, Goujun allowed himself to reach full arousal and clamped a hand over the General’s mouth, pre-empting the cry that burst from the General’s lungs as he came uncontrollably into the man beneath him

What Tenpou knew and Kenren clearly did not was that whilst looking vaguely human, Goujun was a dragon and therefore somewhat reptilian. Reptiles reproduced by stimulating ovulation in the female with a series of spines on the head of the penis. To Dragon females it was essential; to over-sexed subordinates it was the ultimate sex toy. The first time Tenpou had experienced it with his one-time dragon lover, he had lasted precisely five seconds of penetration before coming hard and fast. Luckily Goujun had learnt a few tricks, such as withholding his full arousal and Tenpou had learnt to prolong the act, which had made for a pleasant and mutually fulfilling few months.

And now.

Kenren slumped to one side panting through the most intense physical orgasm in his life. Still hard and hungry, Goujun lunged for Tenpou, finding the slick – and now dripping - hole ready and waiting. He gripped the leather leash, thrust into the Marshall and Tenpou moaned, legs wrapping easily around Goujun’s waist.

He took it easy this time, enjoying having an old lover back with him. Tenpou had not changed much since their previous encounters except he now was less reticent and more willing to accept pleasure. He rolled his hips with every languid thrust Goujun gave and every so often would squeeze around him, letting his Commander know that he had control too. It was just like before, back when Tenpou was a Captain and solely Goujun’s.

It wasn’t.

At a hushed gasp from Tenpou, Goujun opened his eyes. Kenren was propped up alongside them, his hand firmly wrapped around Tenpou’s cock and kissing his lover even as Goujun ravaged him. Two hands were knotted together by Tenpou’s head and they moved in a steady practised rhythm, which Goujun had already fallen into without even knowing it. As Tenpou’s eyes closed and his back arched, Goujun was hardly surprised that Kenren moved too, giving a faster stoke, which made Tenpou clench ever tighter around the cock inside creating impossible pressure.

“Ngh”
“Ah!”
“Mmm”

Goujun came first by mere seconds, holding Tenpou firmly down, his own explosion shooting from him. Tenpou cried out alongside him, pumping white sticky fluid over Kenren’s fist and struggling to move against the two men that held him immobile. However, to Goujun’s realisation – and resignation – Tenpou was muttering Kenren’s name in his comedown and kissing the man beside him. Goujun may hold the physical leash, but that was where it ended. Reluctantly, Goujun withdrew from Tenpou’s depths and made to leave the bed.

He was pleasantly surprised when they pulled him back in and curled around him; Tenpou on the right and Kenren on the left but both stroking him and petting him. He relaxed into their embrace.

“I must query your reasons for doing this.” he said eventually, not wanting to spoil the mood, but feeling quite outclassed by these two mercurial men.

Tenpou nestled against his shoulder, smoothing fingers down the rippling scales on his belly and Kenren lay spooned against him idly twisting his fingers around an escaped lock of hair.

“You’re in danger of dying, sir.” Said Kenren, “All that marching and training and bollocks from Tentei, which are getting more and more twisted by the day are just fucking you over ...”

“… We wanted to remind you, what it was like to live.” Added Tenpou, “…and to remind you that you have not been home in a while.”

That much was true. Goujun clamoured for the oceans of home and his chief – and so far only - wife would be waiting for him, no doubt ready and willing to mate. He could ensure his bloodline stayed strong by finally raising a clutch. His felt his scales ripple with pride at the thought of his clan, growing stronger all the while. The only shameful thought was that it had taken his former lover and a trouble-making subordinate to tell him this. He sighed

“You are correct.” He raised himself up from the bed and reached for his clothes. “And what do I owe you for this enlightenment.”

“Hey, sex therapy is an ongoing process,” Sniggered Kenren “Especially if you a trick like that again, I fucking came like a rocket.”

Tenpou then held out a sheet of paper obtained from kami-know-where. It was a request-for-leave sheet, ably filled in and stamped and cleared by Tentai, Tenpou himself and Kanzeon Bosatsu as sub-signatory.

“Two weeks sir, cleared and ready to take. Enjoy your holiday and please ask about our discount rate for regular customers.”
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a/n
There is more somewhere I promise ... and it's 2am so I'm too tired to respond, so sorry.