Kuji

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Chapter 6: Where temptation reigns and secrets are hidden

Warnings: Yaoi (in case you haven't picked that up), M/M, hints of Het,

Notes: This chapter has been split in half ... for one reason in particular that I am rewriting the end of it and want it to be pretty. Equally my grammar has become atrocious lately thanks to hours of marking. It really isn't far behind through, honest :) Please bear with me.

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“Kenren … there is no time.”

“There’s always time, come on.”

At that point Tenpou threw up his arms in frustration and carried on sorting through the piles of junk that had once been his office. Kenren was sprawled across the sofa, smoking his way through a packet of cigarettes. He was also making a whole-hearted attempt at getting Tenpou to go back to bed. His dick felt like an iron bar in his pants and Kenren had been wondering all day why no one had invented elasticated leather.

“Tenpoooou … I need starting up before I can do anything, you know that.” He gently cupped at the throbbing bulge in his pants. It twitched in his grasp. Shit he really hadn’t gotten any in ages. Even masturbation. Over seven days, seven-fucking-days jeez that was reward-worthy. He reached out to grab Tenpou’s leather-clad ass as it slunk by. “Come on.”

Tenpou dodged his touch and accidentally kicked over a pile of books as he tried to tuck in his sleeveless white shirt as he looked for his boots.

“I have no time. I’m supposed to be at this meeting in half an hour … dragons, Tentei, everyone’s there … I’m expected.” He found one boot and yanked it on pulling at the buckles furiously.

Kenren stared appreciatively at the backside of Tenpou as the Gensui bent over to do up his boots. Those leather pants were still insufferably tight on his lover and fucking Tenpou just with his boots on and gagged with his own leather pants was a great thought. His cock twitched again insistently and he felt a rush of blood that felt almost painful.

“Tenpou get on this sofa.” He demanded.

The Gensui turned around.

“Why? I have lots to do and so do you. In case you have forgotten YOU are due back at the Eastern Army for your official transfer to be finalised. I have no time, neither do you…” his words tapered off on a line of swearing as he searched frantically for his other boot.

Kenren pouted and blew a smoke ring. He knew Tenpou was right but really didn’t want to go back to the Eastern army purely to hand in a single piece of paper that assured his fascist ex-commander that yes, the poisonous, lecherous, dipsomaniac troublemaker (only a few of the words used by his ex-commander to describe him) was fully out of his hair. There had been enmity between the two of them from the start, which had been amplified considerably by Kenren screwing the commander’s wife.

Tenpou flung on his overcoat quickly and buttoned it up, yanking on his gloves. He was still looking for his boot and during his looking he managed to stab himself in the finger with his insignia pin and he swore loudly. Kenren sat up on the creaking sofa.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with me today?” he quizzed. Tenpou flung aside a stray sock in the elusive hunt for his boot, sucking on his finger.

“I thought this was your task. Are you afraid of going alone?” he asked around the finger, dropping onto all fours to root through a pile of scrolls.

Kenren’s motuh ran dry. Tenpou on all fours dressed in leather sucking on his finger. The bastard was doing this deliberately, Kenren was convinced. He shook his head.

“No, don’t be stupid. Just thought watching the Old Fart go every shade of purple would be interesting for you.” He looked critically. “We could just spend the whole day in bed you know.”

Tenpou took his search back to the sofa crawling on all-fours. Now that was just cruel. Kenren was gonna have zipper marks all over his dick.

“Kenren, no. I’m not in the mood today, I’m busy.” His voice took on a dangerous edge. “Where is the gods-damned thing?!” he snapped.

Kenren reached to the other side of the sofa, lifted the rogue boot which had been sat next to the other one. Silently he stood up, re-buttoned Tenpou’s coat then put the boot down so Tenpou could step into it. He stroked Tenpou’s cheek affectionately but Tenpou batted his hand away.

“Thank-you.” He murmured, yanking on the bootstraps and not meeting Kenren’s glare. “I’m already running late.”

Kenren shrugged and folded his arms.

“I’ll claim a reward later.” He said with a half smirk, trying to raise even a small smile from Gensui who until recently had been pressed up against him face gentle and relaxed from sleep.

“I might not be back tonight.” Tenpou said, distracted, wandering through to his study and assembling the papers he would need. “I’m sure you can amuse yourself.”

Kenren shrugged.

“Fine then.” He said just as coolly. “See you later *Sir*.”

And with that he left banging the door.

Kenren rummaged in his pocket and pulled out the two documents he needed. One stamped by Goujun actually accepting him officially into the Western Army and the other a document from Tenpou giving him an official designation as Taisho in the Western Army. It was all pointless bureaucracy but it had to be done. Kenren picked up his pace through one of the many cherry tree orchards as he saw the beginnings of the Eastern army barracks.

*I hope Tenpou is feeling damn guilty* he thought to himself and then rebuked that thought sternly. He –
Kenren – was not supposed to worry about such things. Tenpou was a good lay and good company and it didn’t really go any further than that, they weren't exactly married. Also, no one said that Tenpou had to be available to him every day and night. Everyone was entitled to their off days.

However this wasn’t so much as an off-day as an off-week. Not even that. The sex they had a week ago could hardly be described as sex. It had been a morning quickie before Kenren had gone for drills and even then Tenpou had been reluctant and moody about it. He had simply lain back in the pillows and let Kenren get on with it, not even complaining when Kenren had decided to get rough with his lover. He hadn't even flinched when Kenren had left scratches down his back.

It was like Tenpou had simply lost interest.

*Maybe he’s bored of you.*

Fuck no he wasn’t going down this road again.

*Maybe he was, though.*

Damnit to bloody fuck!

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“Tenpou Gensui, you seem distracted today.”

“Of course not, Goujun-dono.” Answered Tenpou smoothly. “Merely thinking.”

“Fine.” The red-eyed Dragon King gestured with his baton to the map that was spread on the low table. “This manoeuvre was effective when we last used it, but with more men we can broaden out the attack and form a semicircle that will break –”

“Goujun-dono?” enquired Tenpou staring blankly at the map before him.

“Gensui?” he asked, wondering what had gotten into the Gensui today. Tenpou shook his head.

There was a low snicker from someone at the other end of the table and there was a murmur about being unable to sit down. Tenpou gritted his teeth and shook his head.

“No matter.” he ran his fingers over the map; let his mind dig up what he had originally wanted to say. “I feel that we could make a more effective attack if this semicircle broke up into three curves; it gives the illusion of escape and spreads out the troops effectively enough for their own escape.”

The other commanders around the table looked surprised at Tenpou’s sudden change. Goujun nodded satisfactorily, Tenpou maybe distracted today but he had never let his commander down.

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Kenren stood in his old commander's receiving room awaiting the Old Fart to return. He refused to call him anything else, knowing that even before Kenren had screwed his wife, the bastard had been finding ways to get him kicked out. Kenren was an extremely popular Taisho amongst the lower orders and they would sooner take commands from the straight-talking drinks-buying Taisho than an Old Fart who should have been retired long ago.

Not that Kenren regretted being shifted … not really … he had been glad to get out for many reasons …

“Kenren?!”

… and she was one of them.

The commander’s wife was in the doorway, a somewhat noble lady with a good figure. She had long pale brown hair and was young enough to be the commander’s daughter. She hadn’t changed a bit though; still wearing her heavily embroidered kimono-like gown low enough to show off a fairly substantial cleavage and Kenren could smell a hint of her perfume. It was kinda nice, like jasmine or some other kind of flower. She clasped her slender white hands together and two gold filigree bracelets chimed together. The jade hairpins holding up her hair in it’s intricate style sparkled with gold charms as she glided in.

“Naughty Kenren.” She admonished in a slightly shrill voice. “You shouldn’t come in broad daylight! It’s unbecoming. It’s much more romantic for you to come in through my window at night.” She smiled.

Kenren scratched the back of his neck, a wave of perfume rolled over him insistently.

“I’m not actually here to see you, Yumi.” He said, deftly stepping away from her, okay maybe the perfume wasn’t so nice. “I came to give the commander my final notice.”

She looked sad for less than a second before her red lips took on a sweet smile.

“Final notice?” Her eyes widened and her voice reached another pitch. “I will never see you again, my brave
Taisho?” she murmured. “What shall I do?”

“Someone else.” Muttered Kenren stepped away a little more and wondering exactly how he had managed to ignore this woman’s voice and perfume for long enough to sleep with her.

Yumi came closer, her eyelashes lowered in lust.

“Don’t I get one more time, Kenren?” she said sweetly and grabbed his hand and put it to her heart. “I have missed you so, it will make everything so perfect. My heart beats for you.” She breathed.

Kenren twitched, not wanting to think about who would walk in now. On the other hand, her breasts were nice and soft and – if he remembered rightly – she had stamina. Stamina. He immediately thought of what he had missed this morning and those breasts were inviting.

“I can’t, not right now, sweet.” He said retracting his hand from those warm breasts. One side of his brain was screaming at him to fuck this woman, the other side was screaming just as loudly for him to throw his papers on the desk and run. Even his cock was confused.

Yumi pouted.

“When did you become so coy, Kenren?” She said. “You used to be so impatient you would throw me on the bed.” She raised her eyebrows. “No-one will see. I’ll never tell. Do you have someone else, Kenren?” she enquired. “Because I don’t mind, besides you would be here now if she wasn’t pleasing you.” She purred sweetly.

Kenren suddenly had a mental image of him, Yumi and Tenpou on Yumi’s vast bed. For some reason he found it funny rather than a turn-on. He smiled and then jerked out of daydreams, as his belt was unsnapped.

“Wait!” he said suddenly as Yumi reached into his coat and pulled down his zipper.

Yumi looked shocked and annoyed; she paused for a second, then ignored him, her fingers sliding deliciously around his throbbing erection. Kenren swore and dragged her upright. Soft cushiony breasts dragged up his body and he shuddered. It really had been too long.

“Taisho …” came the husky murmur and then her arms slid around his neck. “I knew the rumours weren’t true.” She then kissed him.

Kenren was surprised at first, mainly that he had shouted “wait” like some virgin but also that she had mentioned the rumours. He broke off the kiss.

“What rumours?” he sputtered. Yumi’s kimono slid down an inch, the only thing holding it up being that her breasts were crushed against his chest.

“Some of the other guys …” *other guys … typical Yumi* Kenren murmured inwardly. “Said you had got married, said you had a wife … some said you’d even started going with men.” She pulled on his chains and his coat swung free. As she pulled away her kimono gave up its fight with gravity, baring two nicely rounded breasts with full perked nipples.

“Not a wife of sorts …” he murmured his words muffled by another insistent kiss. He responded this time, his tongue sliding between her lips, one hand circling her waist and the other reaching up to cup at the full breast. It didn’t feel as nice as we would have expected. It didn’t feel right.

*It’s not like Tenpou has been particularly responsive recently* He thought to himself. *I mean if he has lost interest then that’s his loss and I get some elsewhere* As if to punctuate his point he thumbed at the nipple in his grasp. Yumi gave a high-pitched squeal in his ear.

“Oh! Kenren!” she giggled. “Shall we?” she broke out of his embrace and started to lead him towards the bedroom, unfastening her robes as she went.

Kenren followed her close behind and as the heavy kimono slumped to the floor with a sigh, he pushed her back on the bed. She worked his pants open fully and yanked them down to his ankles. She was giving squeaky little moans which obviously to her sounded sexy but to Kenren at that moment only sounded irritating. He closed his eyes.
He was struck by the sudden image of Tenpou on his knees making the breathy, begging little moans he made when he really wanted to get fucked. It was a pleasant dream …

… god he missed Tenpou …

… Ow fuck! …

… He was snapped out of his reminiscing by a well-manicured nail scratching quite close to a sensitive part of his anatomy and a soft hand twisting firmly around the head of his cock. He winced at the brutality and thought of Tenpou’s hands moving up and down his dick like it was a musical instrument.

“Hope you aren’t thinking of others … Kenren.” Came Yumi’s voice. “Come on, come on, my husband is back soon.” She rose up and straddled him. “You like it when I’m on top, remember?” she laughed shrilly and her breasts bounced. “I’m so much better than any of the others!”

… Tenpou likes being on top too …

… I miss that …

… he’s better than all the others …

… Don’t really want anyone else …

… Oh holy Kannon of Fuck …

Of their own accord his hands shot out and grabbed at the woman’s hips, stopping her just in time.

“This isn’t a great idea, Yumi.” he said suddenly. “You’re damn sexy but I’m just not in the mood you know.” He added a fake smirk which was nearly followed by a sigh of relief as she jerked away from his erection. His cock throbbed in disappointment.

The woman leant back, shocked. No-one refused her and gods knew it had been ages since her husband had crawled between the sheets. Kenren was already getting off the bed and seeking to yank up his pants. He had a guilty flush on his face like he had been caught do something wrong. She narrowed her eyes in disdain.

“You bastard! There IS someone else.” She spat suddenly, looking less and less like a doll. “Some worthless gutter-trash no doubt.” She snapped.

Kenren looked scathing as he zipped himself up.

“Of course, why change the type. Or did I upgrade from slut to gutter-trash?” He snapped back. Yumi then strode over and slapped him. Hard. It didn’t really hurt, just caught him off guard. He stood there and took it.

“You bastard.” She spat again, and strode out of the bedroom and into what Kenren recalled to be a dressing room. She slammed the door violently and there was a sound of shattering china and screaming of abuse.

Kenren stormed out of the bedroom and grabbed his coat from where it had been thrown onto the floor. He shook it disdainfully and slung it across his shoulders. As he picked up his transfer documents he heard another crash from the dressing room followed by loud ringing of the service bell. Footsteps started to thunder through the quarters and Kenren swore.

He slammed the documents down on the ornate desk and looked around for an exit. Damned if he was leaving the way he had come in, the banshee was probably already giving orders for his dick to be cut off.

“Exit, exit exit.” He muttered, and then spotted the window.

Cursing a blue streak and murmuring that he was getting too old for this he threw up the sash of the window and swung a leg over the ledge. It wasn’t a far drop from the first floor and it reminded Kenren of old times. At least this time his was actually wearing his pants and wasn’t in bondage gear. Still it wasn’t the time for reminiscing, he dropped soundlessly from the ledge landing gracefully on one bended knee. He brushed himself off, ran a hand through his hair and walked off as if he had no idea what was going on.

As Kenren walked the long path back to the western barracks, he was struck by just how stupid he had been.
“Shit, what the fuck’s wrong with me?” he muttered under his breath. “She was hot and it would have pissed off the Old Fart no end.”

It wasn’t like he was getting any from Tenpou. The dark-haired Gensui had made it very clear that he was losing all interest in Kenren as a sex partner. The thought was disturbing, not just that someone was losing interest in him but that it was Tenpou with whom he thought he had something … well … sappy-as-shit as it sounded … special.

Kenren punched a particularly offensive-looking cherry tree in frustration. Affronted, the tree dropped several handfuls of blossom on him.

Kenren swiped at the offending flowers and swore again.

“This isn’t fucking working.” He snapped. “If I’m turning down horny chicks then this has to be sorted.”

Kenren decided promptly to head over to Tenpou’s. It was all the fucked-up Gensui’s fault. If Tenpou had come along with him, it would have been him and not Kenren who would have had the come-on. If Tenpou had just submitted to him this morning, he would have missed the dumb wench and wouldn’t be facing this at all. If Tenpou hadn’t been so pissy this morning... If Tenpou had actually slept with him at all … If Tenpou hadn’t lost interest. … If Kenren hadn’t been such a moron.

“This has to end!” he snapped.

He swore again and strode into the barracks, heading towards the Gensui’s quarters ready to raise hell even if only to salvage his wounded ego.

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A/N - Thank you for reading and thank you for the reviews it's very kind. The other half of this is on it's way I promise and the chapter after that is nearly finished too. My main excuse for the delay is that I haven't been here all Christmas holiday and snowed under with work before christmas which has driven me mad ... anyway ... thanks for having patience!!

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T-chan - here it is and there's more to come including outdoor sexy fun.

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Ginny - I have a real love for the Gaiden crowd and I don't know why but its just so cool... maybe its the leather and silk ... and I definately think that Kenren/Gojyo has a jealous possessive streak.

Ten-cha/Attiqah - Yes, it is me and this is the fic in it's unadulterated form. I'm afraid I don't do much on ff.net now simply because I tihnk I'm getting too old for it if that makes any sense. Not because of the sex thing but that I was forever wanting to correct the grammatical errors!