Kuji

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Chapter 5: Where a god tries to live and learns he doesn't have to go far.

Warnings: Yaoi (in case you haven't picked that up), M/M, voyeur, bondage

Notes: As these are separated chapters, they are in no particular time order, just as I think of them so don't be surprised.


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The sun started to rise and cast its rays over Tenkai. It slowly illuminated the perpetually flowering cherry blossoms and played happily on the pale stone walkways. It cast light on the palaces and shimmered through the windows creating patterns in the corridors. It slipped through curtains attempting to rouse sleepers and charm wakers with its light, but failing to get the notice it was due. Most did not notice and those that did, simply turned away from it.

The thwarted sun then cast it’s bright light through the barracks and snuck through the thin gauzy curtains of a certain lodging, hitting a sleeper squarely in the eyes.

“Ngh … Tenpou you have to get heavier curtains for this place, the sun keeps waking me up.”

“Well, they’re doing their job then, Kenren.”

General Kenren of the Western Army of Heaven rolled onto his front and gathered up the pillows and covers, hugging them close to his chest. He looked over at his lover with sleep-crusted eyes, finally realizing what else had woken him up.

“Tenpouuu, wotcha doin? It’s like night time still.”

"Kenren it is the regular wake-up time, dawn was a good few hours ago."

The Marshall of the Western Army was sat at the foot of his bed, pulling on a pair of slacks and hunting out a pair of tabi socks that actually matched. Kenren looked on in astonishment as his superior started to pull on a shirt with every sign of getting up for real and not coming back to bed like he should.

“Please tell me that you’re sleep-walking and not seriously considering doing something at this hour?” Kenren whined from the covers, but upon hearing the laugh from behind him, he knew that it was true. He stretched a little and his ass ached at the movement, but chuckled. “Getcher ass back in the bed, s’gonna get cold.”

Tenpou slipped his feet into his sandals and stretched his body out. Kenren watched on, vaguely interested as the thin cotton of the shirt slipped and slid across slender muscles. Pants that were clinging desperately to jutting hipbones thanks to the lack of a belt also drew Kenren’s interested gaze. A faint reddish-purple bruise was just about visible on Tenpou’s lower abdomen and Kenren smirked at being able to see the slight halo of teeth-marks surrounding it.

Tenpou like his arms drop back down and started buttoning up his shirt.

“Contrary to popular belief, I do get up early, in fact I have several things to do including an appointment at the training centre, I can’t improve my skills by playing in bed with you.”

“Depends what skills you wanna improve.” Came the mumble, Tenpou opened the door and Kenren flopped back down. “Fine … your loss.”

“Nighty night General” came the farewell as the door closed.

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Naturally, with his curiosity peaked and the bastard sun still shining him in his face, Kenren could only manage another two hours of fitful dozing. He tossed and turned, trying to get back into his once-comfortable sleeping spot, even swiping Tenpou’s pillows to do it. After making a nest-like creation out of the bedding and getting nothing more than another half an hour of pointless dozing, Kenren finally admitted defeat and sat up in the bed with a cigarette.

He wasn’t really bothered what Tenpou did without him, after all the enigmatic man seemed to have a spoon in every pot and enjoyed stirring the contents whenever he could. What did bother him was when the man left the bed at dawn to go and do something, when Tenpou’s ‘regular’ sleeping pattern didn’t usually acknowledge such things as sunrise and sunset. Especially for a so-called appointment at the training centre, it would be the lesser bugs to do the training not Tenpou, so why would the Gensui even bother?

Kenren lit a new cigarette off of the butt of the old one, reaching over to stub out the butt in the frog ashtray that was on Tenpou’s side. His eyes fell on the laboratory coat and tie that lay discarded on the floor, exactly where Tenpou had dropped them last night before jumping on Kenren like a wild animal. That was the next suspicion. Why would Tenpou go anywhere without his labcoat?

This was very strange. Tenpou had left behind his labcoat and another look beyond revealed that there was a hairbrush on the floor. There were strands of dark hair in it. It had been used. This was stranger still; Tenpou hardly ever brushed his hair. Only when it was starting to defy logic and gravity did he notice and even then it would be Kenren who would finally do the standard running tackle, get Tenpou pinned between his legs and wrestle the brush through the unruly locks ignoring the grunts of pain beneath him.

Annoyed that the answers to his problems were not staring him straight in the face, Kenren flung back the covers and heaved himself out of bed, reaching over for his boxers. He dressed haphazardly, leaving his chained uniform coat on the floor and swiping one of Tenpou’s other shirts instead. It took him at least half an hour to locate on of his boots and the other was nowhere to be seen. Choosing to remain bare-footed, he opened the bedroom door and walked into Tenpou’s study.

It was undisturbed. The usual books were strewn across the floor with several gaps marking footpaths. The large beckoning cat on the shelf seemed to gloat at Kenren as he strode past, almost knowing something he didn’t. Kenren narrowed his eyes; Tenpou’s office seemed almost creepy without the Gensui in it. He sank down onto the sofa, waiting for the reassuring squeak that had been ingrained into it since Tenpou had decided on a bondage session during a troop assignment session. Kenren grinned.

… but there was no squeak.

This wasn’t good. Kenren felt distinctly uneasy over this. Tenpou had been disappearing a lot lately; he also hadn’t been reading as many books. That was the troubling thing. Kenren had only slept on top of two books in the last few days rather than the customary eight. As much as he liked to think otherwise, Tenpou was a creature of habit. He had only acquired new habits since factoring in Kenren, so why change now, unless there was someone else he needed to factor in …

Wait … was he having an affair?

That was stupid thought. Tenpou wouldn’t cheat. Would he? Even is he was cheating, did Kenren even care? He wasn’t some angst-ridden girl who demanded fidelity from her lover to know she was loved. Anyway, wasn’t he supposed to be the unruly one, the one with no control of his groin or his liquor? Kenren stood up and slammed his fist into the wall making a stack of books topple over.

“Damnit!”

He swallowed his feeling of unease, grabbed a spare pair of slippers and exited the office, slamming the door behind him.

As he walked the corridors searching for his errant lover, the feeling of unease increased. Tenpou had been remarkably secretive with him recently, preferring not to tell him things and even remaining distant during sex. Now, Kenren wasn’t usually the jealous type but for some reason Tenpou’s distance severely pissed him off and he began to suspect, his first suspicion resting on the Dragon King. Goujun had a special respect for Tenpou and an especial contempt for Kenren that had worsened recently.

As much as Kenren could blunder into things, he wasn’t stupid. He knew Goujun knew about him and Tenpou. If the hastily-locked doors and muffled noises weren’t enough of a clue, then the musky scent of pheromones emanating from both him and Tenpou invading sensitive dragon nostrils would do it. Maybe dragons got possessive? Even now, was Tenpou getting severe dressing down for his choice of bedroom partner?
Or was it Goujun?

Oh no. No. No. That couldn’t be right. Tenpou wouldn’t be fucking Goujun. Would he? Even as Kenren thought it, his minds eye conjured pictures of Tenpou astride the Dragon Commander, riding him with lustful passion, Tenpou was moaning and Goujun was gripping his hips, clawed fingers leaving bloody grooves in the pale flesh. For some reason the picture just infuriated him rather than turn him on.

A low-ranking soldier happened to be walking by at that very point and Kenren grabbed him by his lapels, hoisting the terrified man into the air and practically flinging him against the wall.

“Where’s Tenpou Gensui?!” He demanded.

Watery eyes stared back at him wide with terror. The soldier had heard many stories about Kenren and Tenpou, but had always had the fortune to not be on the rota when anything had kicked off. However he had heard the stories; thumping walls, the Goddess’s own nephew carrying an injured child out of the Gensui’s office, the Taisho slamming the door on a messenger. The stories always did the rounds and now, faced with the Taisho’s fiery eyes, the soldier could re-affirm every single one of them.

“I, I, I don’t know …” he squirmed and with relief felt the fist holding him up relax a little. “… B.b.b.b. but there is someone in the training center … Commander … Commander Goujun is in there too.”

The next thing the soldier knew he was being thrown a good few yards across the hall to the sound of Kenren swearing. He wasn’t quite sure what he had said or done but he wasn’t sticking around to find out.

Kenren strode purposefully to the training centre, ignoring the whipered comments aobut his state of undress. He entered the training centre and found it deserted which was suprising for an early afternoon. There were no troops or voices, not even servants cleaning the place. It was damned spooky. He walked along the bare corridor, looking around once or twice before he heard it – a sharp intake of breath.

Another breath followed by another that sounded almost like a moan.

The sound of movement, almost rhythmic thumping as if something – someone? – was hitting the floor repeatedly.

Another breath.

You have to be joking.

Almost choking on curses, Kenren moved to the doorway where the noises were coming from. The harsh breathing and the slight moan was Tenpou’s, but he couldn’t hear the other person. Kenren’s fists started to clench at the thought of Tenpou fucking another. Especially Goujun. The very thought of the Dragon laying hands on what was his was infuriating. Okay, so they hadn’t agreed on keeping their relationship exclusive but for some reason it hit all Kenren’s buttons.

Deciding to surprise his errant lover and hopefully knock seven shades out of the person he was with, Kenren slid the door open, wishing he had bought a weapon or something. No one made him look a fool. He stepped inside and raised a fist, ready to smack the living hell out of the inherrently over-sexed Tenpou, his lover or both.

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Tenpou was in the room but standing alone. He was holding a long sword the glimmered in the sunlight. The Marshall was sweating, his white shirt stuck firmly to him and he held a classic one-handed stance, facing an enemy who was concealed in the shadows in front of him. His blade was quivering and his eyes were closed in deep concentration, his breathing deep and even. Several blades lay discarded on the floor and two daggers were embedded firmly in the wall behind him.

Suddenly out of the shadows stepped a vision in white. It was Goujun, dressed in simple white slacks and shirt, his long braid swishing behind him. Kenren gave a low growl of annoyance at the sight of him, having never seen his commander so casually dressed; the flames of his suspicion were rising higher. However, the Dragon was also holding a sword in the same style as Tenpou.

Kenren watched dumbstuck as Tenpou, the man he’d always had put down as tactician and paper-pusher, suddenly lunged forward and brought up his sword in wide sweeping arc, keeping all his weight on his right foot. Goujun lunged back with equal strength seeking to stop the arc and there was a loud clash of blades and a grinding of metal as the two men stepped close to each other neither backing down.

Suddenly Tenpou pushed away, forcing his sword to continue its arc down to the floor and his left foot followed its trajectory, seeking to kick out at the scaled face. Goujun caught the flailing foot with one clawed hand and twisted it forcefully. Tenpou’s sword point kissed the floor and the man landed hard on his back, gasping out a breath. Goujun pointed his sword at the man’s chest.

“Submit.”

“Never.” Came the reply as Tenpou used his blade to push himself up into a crouch and scythed his right foot out to hook the Dragon’s feet from under him. Goujun now fell to the floor and Tenpou stood over him.

“And you sir … will you yield?” He murmured.

The next few minutes seemed a blur to Kenren. One second Goujun was on the floor held down by swordpoint, the next the two of them had thrown away their swords and were back in the fight, fighting as if their very lives depended on it. This was unlike any training exercise Kenren had ever seen. Goujun was out to draw blood and Kenren had to physically hold back from stepping in when white claws slashed through Tenpou’s shirt and left bloody whorls on the skin beneath. He also managed to leave several bloody bite marks, mostly to Tenpou’s neck and shoulder area.

However, Tenpou began to fight back equally viciously, using both his feet and fists. He managed to land a first punch to Goujun’s solar plexus and a second to the Commander’s cheekbone that had the Dragon spitting blood onto the training centre floor. Whereas Goujun could do the greater damage with bodily weapons, Tenpou was adept at dodging and landing balance-confusing punches which didn’t initially cause injury but could impair performance enough to land damaging blows later.

Kenren couldn’t believe the sheer level of strain Tenpou was putting into the fight, nor the level of damage both men were out to cause. He could hear Tenpou’s grunts and Goujun’s low growls as they both took blows and clashed together, each fighting for a pinning hold. Kenren wasn’t quite sure what had started the fight, but he knew that he didn’t want to get involved. Especially if there was a chance he was the reason for the fight.

Kenren then winced in sympathy for the Dragon as a curled fist connected firmly with his gut and sent him sprawling. However, there was a hiss from Tenpou a split second later as bone-white claws had wrenched slashes into his right thigh and left shoulder. He dropped to one knee and panted through the pain, fighting to stand. Blood spots dripped onto the clean floor.

“Enough.” Came Goujun’s hoarse bark. The Dragon was stood up now, favouring his left leg but tucking his shirt back into his pants. “That is enough for now … I expect your reports and the layout plans in the morning.” He said coolly, reaching for his discarded white formal jacket and slinging it across his shoulders.

Kenren quickly slipped in the shadows as Goujun passed, holding his breath as Goujun
stopped suddenly and turned back to the panting Tenpou who was pressing his hand against his bleeding thigh wounds.

“No infections this time, Gensui, that’s an order.”

“Sir.” Came the huffed reply.

With a rumbling noise that almost sounded like satisfaction, Goujun left the training centre without another sound even sliding the door shut silently, leaving Tenpou alone with the silence. Kenren stayed in his shadows for a little longer, not wanting to move in case Tenpou misinterpreted and went for him. However, he did slide the lock on the door just in case someone decided to see what they were up to.

Surprisingly Tenpou didn’t actually get up, but sat down on the floor, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Then with deliberately slow motions, he raised his bleeding left hand to his mouth and lapped up the blood like a cat. The very sight of that pink tongue winding its way through weeping wounds made Kenren shiver, and when Tenpou sucked the remaining blood off his fingers, he started to harden. Fantasies clouded Kenren’s head and he had visions of licking the blood off Tenpou’s body himself.

He was suddenly snapped out of reverie by the sound of Tenpou attempting to get up. The Gensui got shakily to his feet, moved a few steps to get to his discarded slippers and then stumbled and started to fall. Purely on instinct honed from Tenpou’s many instant-sleep-just-add-exhaustion-moments, Kenren sprinted forward and caught Tenpou under the arms, completely unprepared for the left hook aimed for his face.

“The fuck?!” he yelled, barely managing to dodge and propelling Tenpou away from him. The Gensui fell to the ground, rolled over with a moan and sat out in surprise.

“Kenren?! What on earth are you doing here?” he hissed through pants.

Kenren, who had landed on his own ass with a bit of a thump, looked up in surprise.

“I should be asking you that!” he snapped. “What in the name of everything that’s holy is this shit?”

Tenpou didn’t reply, merely continued his ragged breathing. He patted his pocket and then sighed at his finding nothing. Kenren handed over a cigarette and held out his lighter. Tenpou nodded his thanks and inhaled gratefully. Kenren met the half-lidded gaze of his superior.

“Once again, Tenpou … what the fuck was that?”

Tenpou sighed and blew a smoke ring.

“That was … That was necessary.” He said with a rueful grin.

“Don’t be cryptic.” Retorted Kenren, not moving from his spot. He preferred to watch Tenpou from a distance right now, in case the Gensui decided to get “necessary” on his ass too. “Just tell me.”

“I’m telling you Kenren that was necessary.” Tenpou took another drag. “I have cravings for this, I feel something bubbling up inside me, a dark violent side to me that just can’t come out on the battlefield or planning for a fight… I can’t kill and it drives me mad and just lately the need to … well … the need to live and feel has become intense.”

Kenren’s cigarette remained unsmoked and simply hovered gracefully between the man’s fingertips. He said nothing and his face was blank. Tenpou continued.

“I’ve been needing to feel primitive.” He explained, staring at the glowing cherry of his own cigarette. “This place, Tenkai, is suffocating … no kill or be killed … even in our wars and battles there is no danger.”

Ah. So it was the thrill-seeking aspect. Suddenly the mists began to part a little for Kenren.

“And the Dragon comes into this how?” he queried. Tenpou shrugged.

“He is a Dragon, as you said, his people are used to killing. It courses within his blood. He found me practising with the sword a few months ago and offered to spar with me… or at least it started out as sparring…”

“… but you like the pain too much.” Interjected Kenren, flicking the glow stub away and rising to his feet. “Damnit, if you wanted pain so much …I coulda done that for you.”

Tenpou looked surprised.

“It’s not just the pain!” He shot back, his voice high with the sense of injury he felt at Kenren’s lack of understanding.

“Don’t care what it was … at least tune me in to it.” Kenren raked his hands through his hair in frustration and turned to face the wall. “At least tell me what you’re doing … you disappear off without any notice, getting all secretive and shit.” He whirled back to face Tenpou. “I don’t give a flying fuck about you buggering off and getting out this dark side and shit, but I do care when you don’t tell me about it! I’ve been so fuckin’ worrie-ahem!-annoyed.”

Kenren’s shoulders dropped and he turned away. Tenpou staggered to his feet on legs that were starting to protest at the pushing and pulling of muscles that were trying to heal. He could already see what Kenren had thought, had seen it the exact minute the Taisho had made himself known, he ran his arms around Kenren’s waist.

“There’s nobody else.” He said quietly into the black leather.

Kenren grinned in spite of himself, now that was an answer

“Never said there was… but you are making it up to me anyway.” Tenpou gave a squeeze.

“Of course, name your price.”

Kenren didn’t reply, but whirled around on his lover, tackling him to the floor. Tenpou expelled a sudden breath and looked up in surprise. Even more so when Kenren tore open his damp shirt, popping several buttons off, then reached down to fiddle with the button on his slacks.

“Hey! What on earth are you doing?! Get off! There's a training session here soon!” Sputtered Tenpou, as the shirt was dragged off his shoulders.

Kenren then grabbed his wrists and thrust them up over his head and began winding the shirt around his hands and wrists, tying the shirt cuffs between Tenpou’s exposed thumbs. He stared down at the Gensui.

“I’m naming my price … right here right now on the training room floor.” He yanked at the zipper and then dragged down Tenpou’s slacks. Tenpou’s tied hands swung upwards, only to be pushed back down.

“Kenren! Release me!” The voice started off harsh but faltered as Kenren reached down and started gently stroking at the sensitive strip of skin just behind his balls. Tenpou arched at the sudden sensation. Kenren leaned down to his lover’s ear.

“If you want to stop, it’s “white flag”.” He murmured, raising his lover’s legs upwards to settle on his shoulders. Tenpou nodded in understanding but looked a little fearful as Kenren’s fingers brushed his entrance with none of their usual gentleness, and neglected his growing erection.

“Kenren … not wanting to dampen the occasion, but lubricant would be beneficial right now.”

“Too bad for you we don’t have any.” Said Kenren cheerfully, tapping his finger against the tight ring of muscles.

Tenpou took in a breath to protest but his word were cut off by three of Kenren’s fingers being shoved rather inelegantly into his mouth.

“Suck on them.” Came the order and Tenpou obeyed. If this is what Kenren wanted then he may just obey for now, besides the wetter the fingers the better, right? Also, the thought of Kenren getting rough excited him. He licked at the digits, sucking and nipping at the sensitive pads and tracing each individual print. There was a faint moan from Kenren and Tenpou knew he was doing the right thing.

Suddenly the fingers disappeared with a wet pop and reappeared back between his legs.
“Enough.” Came the command and with a sharp gasp and a moaning cry from the man beneath him, Kenren thrust two fingers into the presented entrance. Tenpou yowled and squirmed on the digits, his internal muscles protesting as Kenren scissored his fingers insistently. It was getting a little painful.

“Kenren, go slower it hurts.” He protested, shifting his hips. The Taisho looked up.
“Keep your hands above your head.” He said simply, pushing Tenpou’s bound wrists back down onto the floor. “… and you’re making too much noise.” He reached into his pants pocket with his unoccupied hand and pulled out his leather glove, inserting it between Tenpou’s teeth.

There was a quick glance suddenly, a quick reassurance. Kenren scissored his fingers once more and then added another, hearing the muffled cry of Tenpou beneath him. This felt deliciously wicked. He leaned down to Tenpou’s wounded left shoulder and licked at the blood.

“You taste good.” He murmured near his lovers ear. “I could eat you.” And bit down on the slash.

Even with the glove, Kenren could hear Tenpou’s squawk of discomfort. However, he persevered and sucked harshly at the unmarked skin surrounding the slashes, determined to leave his own mark. As he did so, he heard Tenpou’s cries take on a more breathy tone and his body start to move against the fingers. This was fun. Releasing Tenpou’s shoulder, he kissed the inflamed skin and withdrew his fingers.

“Good boy, now onto your hands and knees.”

With shaking legs and a couple of drips of blood onto the wooden floor below him, Tenpou settled himself carefully and tentatively on his hands and knees using his bound fists as an aid to balance. Kenren moved behind him and positioned himself.

“Are you enjoying this?” He asked softly.

Tenpou made no reply but the movement of his hips suggested pleasure and the little puffs of breath against the leather of the glove indicated it. Still, no reply was an infraction.

Kenren slapped his lover neatly on the ass; relishing Tenpou’s jerk of surprise, and then leaned over his lover, carefully pushing the head of his cock against the clenched muscles. At first Tenpou relaxed and accepted him in, happy with the familiarity but as Kenren pressed inside, the scarcity of the lube made itself known. Tenpou felt every single movement magnified and it was painful. He twisted against Kenren’s hold and his cries were muffled by the glove.

“Ah you like it.” Said Kenren huskily, and reached around for the glove removing it. “So let me hear you cry out.” He slid into the hilt.

Tenpou reared up and cried out. The pain of entry and the movement on his angry wounds was almost too much. It was breathtaking and utterly exhilarating. Kenren’s fingers gripped his chest, nails sinking in to bruised flesh and Tenpou drew in a breath. His cock dripped in excitement, he yowled and bucked against his lover.

“Oh god! Oh fuck! … Kenren!”

Kenren bucked harder, his whole body strung out in excitement. The sheer weakness and vulnerability of his lover being controlled by him was a powerful turn on. Plus the frugalness of the lube was ensuring that every twitch from Tenpou was sending electric shots to his groin and balls. He thrust harder, reaching around for Tenpou’s own cock, stroking him in time with his insistent thrusts.

In response, Tenpou mewled and twisted in his insistent grip. There was a spectacular pressure building up inside him and he was almost breathless with anticipation. His muscles ached as his body jerked and he screamed. The force of his orgasm crashed through him and, barely feeling Kenren’s gasp of pleasure and the warmth of his lovers release inside him, he let oblivion take him and collapsed bonelessly to the floor.

Kenren moaned as his lover fell forward causing him to withdraw but any discomfort was overtaken by sudden concern for his lover.

“Tenpou?”

A gentle inhaling and exhaling of air indicated Tenpou had passed out. Kenren often forgot just how tightly wound up his lover could be and now, sprawled out on the floor with injuries and a satiated relaxed expression he looked more … well … more human.

“I wonder if I can take some pictures.” He murmured, reaching over for his and Tenpou’s clothes. “Although that would be cruel, I suppose.”

There was a low murmur from the body beneath him and Kenren looked down.

“Shit, you really need a bath.” Tenpou rolled on his side, various wounds seemed to wink at him. “And a mummy’s worth of bandages.”

He dressed his lover with some difficulty as a floppy Tenpou was a heavy Tenpou. He buttoned the shirt together with its one remaining button and hoisted his mumbling lover up into a cradle-carry. Blood from half-clotted wounds smudged onto his own borrowed shirt.

“Damnit Tenpou, you’re going on a diet.”

He left the training centre cautiously, pleased to see that it was evening and there was no one around. He hoisted Tenpou back up into his arms and set off, intending to leave through the back entrance.

He passed a figure in the hallway, wearing dark clothes, but the silvery hair and ashy white skin couldn’t be hidden by the dim light.

“Look after him, Taisho.” Said Goujun softly.

Kenren didn’t turn to look but grinned.

“Hands off what’s mine, Dragon.” He continued walking.

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