Kuji

Disclaimer: Nope, no profits, no ownership, no nothing, just me and the increasing manga stack that is threatening to create a book slide.

Chapter 7: Balance is restored and punishment meted out.

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

Notes: Hi it's me ... I'm still here, and only now my work is getitng heavier am I getting more and more inspired to procrastinate to expect more coming from me.

Oh and another cupnjava dedication who has been posting snippets and getting me reinspired thanks darling

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The study wasn’t locked when Kenren arrived, but it looked just how they had left it in the morning. However, Tenpou’s uniform jacket was hung up on the hatstand and a lone black boot, sitting on top of a ridiculously huge leather-bound book, stared forlornly back at him. The other boot was no where to be seen. Obviously the bastard was in.

“Tenpou?” he called, pushing open the door of the bedroom. He actually expected to see Tenpou in there with someone else. For some reason he expected to see Yumi there, bouncing up and down on his lover and Tenpou arched in pleasure.

Jealousy shot through him.

However there was no one there. There was no Tenpou in the bed and judging by the coolness of the sheets, there had been no Tenpou for some time. The sheets were pulled haphazardly across the mattress in the same I’ve-made-the-bed-honest style that was familiar Tenpou. However he had been here, the other black boot was sticking out from under Tenpou’s discarded uniform pants looking lonely. No Tenpou in the pants. That was odd. So there was a half-naked Tenpou running around the barracks without a naked Kenren in pursuit. Odd. Confused now, Kenren left the bedroom and strode back through to Tenpou’s once-office-now-library. He carefully dodged a tottering pile of books and stood in the middle of the cluttered office, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Tenpou …” He whinged out to the office, “Where the fuck are you?” There was no reply.

Kenren picked a path through the stacks of books and poked a foot haphazardly at a large pile of books and paper. There was no characteristic murmur or rustle of movement, so Tenpou wasn’t there. However, the paper seemed to be in a trail leading to the desk and the lack of the path probably meant that Tenpou had buried himself in. Hopefully.

“Tenpou …”

Kenren peered around the desk and saw a socked foot sticking from under it. He followed the line of the foot, coming up to a bare leg, tucked around another equally bare leg. Kenren nudged a small pile of scrolls out of the way and his eyes chased those bare legs up to the pale thighs, meeting a pair of loose cotton boxers. Further up was the ubiquitous white shirt, this time hanging open revealing a pale-skinned and well-toned chest and stomach. Kenren’s eyes followed an invisible lustful line up that chest, skimming across a slender neck.

That only left the face. As much as it annoyed him, it couldn’t be denied that Tenpou had a pretty face. Kenren didn’t know what it was, maybe the high cheekbones that could cut glass, or the slightly pouting lips that were always ready to smile but hadn’t been doing enough of that recently. Still, Tenpou had a face you could stare at for hours and right now, with eyes closed in slumber, glasses sliding down his nose and moist lips slightly parted you needed to add in the world molestable to it too. Kenren suddenly forgot why he was so angry.
However, scattered around the sleeping beauty was work. Not just a few bits of paper and some documents, but stacked piles of the stuff. Tenpou seemed to have made a little sleeping mat of maps, each one having the same layout and yet covered in different inks and notes. Around his feet was a paper lake of soldiers’ names, some marked with stars and others underlined. Several small stacks of paper bound up in red ribbon were guarding this tableau, reports by the look of it. Tenpou’s red-inked seal marked the cover of each one.

Kenren frowned. What the hell was Tenpou doing with all this work? How long had he been here? He looked around for evidence and spotted several mugs on one of the bookcases. There were a collection of odd mugs – some of Tenpou’s toys from Down Below probably – more like glazed terracotta flowerpots with handles, but Tenpou liked how the glaze caught the sunlight and threw tiny rainbows across his desk. They were doing so now in the descending twilight, and Kenren looked in the cups.

One mug had cold coffee which still looked relatively fresh.

One mug had old coffee with congealed milk starting to swirl on it.

One mug had a dried black circle that might have once been coffee.

One mug still had coffee but that coffee was starting to grow plant life.

Why all the coffee?

Kenren knelt down in the nest of papers and watched as Tenpou shifted position to settle back against the desk. His glasses finally slid off his face and Kenren put them on the desk. Tenpou’s left arm then slumped to one side and a stamp rolled out of the splayed fingers. Kenren picked it up; surprised that Tenpou’s stamp was actually on the Gensui’s person for a change. He rolled it in his palm with a grin until his saw the shape of the rubber imprint. The kanji looked familiar. Kenren held out his palm and slapped the stamp down on it.

His official stamp stared up at him like a bureaucratic stigmata.

“What the fuck?”

A further investigation under the desk uncovered a wooden box filled with papers, all marked for the attention of Kenren Taisho. Carefully shifting the snuffling Gensui to one side, he then found a stack of finished papers, all bound up in the familiar red ribbon, this time bearing Kenren’s own stamp.

Suddenly it all came clear. Tenpou was more irritable and less interested in sex these days because of this. Kenren didn’t know whether to be angry or touched. Touched because Tenpou was getting his work done for him but impossibly angry because the stupid Gensui had simply taken on the workload, dismissed sleep as being for wimps and got on with it. He hadn’t even let on to Kenren and worse than that, had killed his own sex drive stone dead with lack of sleep.

That was the most annoying of all.

Not bothering to be careful anymore, Kenren shoved one arm underneath his partner’s thighs and swung the other across his shoulders. He yanked Tenpou out from underneath his desk and hoisted him upward, ignoring the sudden squawk from the dozing man.

“You are the most despicable little shit, you know that, don’t you?” snapped Kenren, looking down at the bleary, dark eyes that stared back. Kenren fought to ignore the pink tongue that poked out and licked at sleep-dried lips.

“Mwh? MMph?” came Tenpou’s eloquent reply, his exhausted body and mind desperately attempting to align.

“Can’t believe it … such a stubborn stubborn git … when did you last take a bath? When did you last eat? When did we last properly fuck?! When did you last fucking SLEEP?!” He yelled.

Tenpou’s eyes snapped open. Caught. Bollocks.

“You weren’t supposed to find out.” He confessed; his voice sleep-slurred. Kenren glared at him.

“Kannon’s cleavage! When were you gonna tell me?” Kenren strode across the room with his burden, cutting back to the bedroom. He strode through the doorway and tossed Tenpou on the bed.

“Stay there.” He said harshly and stormed into the bathroom, reaching for the spigot and turning on the shower. He started to pull off his uniform, flinging the leather coat into the bedroom followed by the two reassuring thunks of his heavy boots. “What the hell were you thinking?” He called out.

Tenpou frowned. He hadn’t been thinking anything particularly; he had been getting work out of the way.

“There was a lot to do.” He said plaintively, fidgeting with his open shirt. Kenren’s leather pants and boxers hit the floor. Tenpou’s stomach gurgled insistently. “Your work was building up, and I had to do mine anyway …”

Kenren strode out of the bathroom, his naked body glistening with the steam and his dark hair shining with sweat. Tenpou felt the first stirrings of desire and his mouth started to curve upwards. He reached out to touch Kenren.

Kenren dodged him and grabbed his arm, hoisting him upright. No way was he falling for that one, because he knew that as soon as Tenpou got hold of him, he would be fucked into the mattress, fall asleep and forget about everything. Quickly and easily, he yanked Tenpou’s boxer shorts to his ankles and whipped the shirt from his shoulders. He then twisted Tenpou’s arms up and behind him, keeping the shorter man pinned.

“Not that easy when you’re exhausted is it, Tenpou?” he said. Tenpou struggled but soon relaxed and sighed. Let it be known that he knew when to give in. Eventually. Well actually, this was a first. Kenren nodded his approval and frogmarched his lover towards the bathroom. “Tenpou. Shower. Shower. Tenpou. Now you’ve finally met, in you get.”

The water was so deliciously warm and Kenren’s muscular body behind him was so soothing that Tenpou felt sleepy all over again. Large hands massaged his shoulders and he could actually felt his body attempting to unknot. He sighed in pleasure as Kenren rubbed a bar of soap over his back and scrubbed at him, and planted his hands on the tile to prop himself up.

Kenren couldn’t quite believe the Gensui was being so quiescent. He had been ready for a fight and had been prepared to drag Tenpou into the bathroom by his ankles with lines of nail marks along the floor. Therefore he was quite disappointed that Tenpou had gone so meekly in the end. He must really be tired, Kenren thought to himself as he lathered shampoo into the dark head, working it into the scalp.

“You wanna tell me exactly why you’ve been doing mine and your work?” he said, lightly pushing Tenpou under the shower spray to rinse the soap off. Tenpou made a humming noise of satisfaction as the warm water rushed over his body.

“Mmmm … I didn’t want you to get in trouble, …” he murmured and turned around, eyes slightly glazed. Wet hair stuck to his neck and rivulets dribbled over hardening nipples. Something else was hardening too and poking insistently at Kenren’s hip. “… Mmmph … ‘ll make … make it up to you.”

Kenren was ready to say “no” in a loud commanding voice and to drop Tenpou’s dead-weight ass back into the bed. However, Tenpou was sliding against him, practically humping his leg. Wet slippery skin still fuzzy with soap in some places was sliding against his own flesh. Lips sought out his own and as Tenpou nipped at his lip, Kenren pulled away, shaking water from his spikes.

“Don’t even think you can get away doing that.” He said, pushing Tenpou back under the shower spray, he reached behind Tenpou grasping blindly for the hair conditioner. “You are still in deep shit and a fuck isn’t gonna cut it this time.”

Tenpou said nothing in response but he reached down for Kenren’s rapidly thickening arousal and stroked. He watched his lover girt his teeth and smirked. Exhausted he may be but he knew that a fuck would “cut it” every time. Even more so as Tenpou had been able to smell women’s perfume on him when he had woken up, but there had been no musky sex odour that had used to accompany that. Kenren must have a serious case of blue balls by now.

Tenpou stopped his stroking and used Kenren’s distraction with finding the hair conditioner to his advantage. Sliding his arms around Kenren’s neck he drew the Taisho into a deep kiss, using the distraction to hitch himself upwards. Using Kenren’s neck to pull him upwards, Tenpou settled himself on Kenren’s hips and wrapped his legs firmly around his lover’s waist. Smiling wickedly he lazily bumped his hips against Kenren’s.

Kenren staggered at the weight and spat out a surprised curse. His next stream of curses was cut off by Tenpou’s finger against his lips. He glared at the dark-haired man only for his firm stance to be washed away by Tenpou’s husky whisper in his ear.

“I want you.”

Fuck making a stand.

Ignoring Tenpou’s gasp as cold tile met his bare back; Kenren pushed his lover against the shower wall biting viciously at Tenpou’s neck. He wanted marks. Damnit he wanted complete and total surrender. He wanted the man to scream for him. As his teeth sunk into the tender flesh of Tenpou’s throat Tenpou responded by thrusting his hips forward with a moan of lust. Kenren grinned and ground his hips forcing Tenpou to rub up against him, squirming insistently. His free hand pinched and pulled at a nipple.

Tenpou gave a lazy growl.

“Mmm, fuck me.” He hissed softly; the hiss creating a faint sparkle through the sparkling water. Kenren reached down and tickled his fingers down the crack of Tenpou’s ass. Fingers toyed gently with Tenpou’s entrance but not penetrating. No. Not just yet. Kenren wanted his lover to squirm.

“You want me?” he murmured into his lover’s ear.

Tenpou murmured something intelligible and rested his cheek against Kenren’s shoulder, lapping gently at the pulse on his neck, catching rivulets of water on his tongue. He shifted his hips lazily against Kenren, encouraging the stroking fingers. His eyelids drooped

“Mmmm.” He murmured sleepily.

Kenren felt a wave of tenderness wash through him. Tenpou’s gentle hip movements and lips toying lovingly with his neck kept him horny but Tenpou’s rhythmic breathing and sleep-heavy body made him long for the comfort of a nice warm bed. That was it. He kissed the half-asleep Tenpou on the head and reached to turn off the shower.

“Mmmphf.” Tenpou shifted himself to cling tighter to Kenren as the taller man pulled back the shower curtain and stepped unsteadily out of the shower. The sudden jolting movement caused their groins to rub together and Kenren gave a faint moan at the sensations.

“This is a dumb idea … can’t you walk?” He said, wobbling precariously as he reached for the bathroom door. Legs cinched tightly around his waist.

“Nnngh … feels good like this.” Murmured Tenpou into his neck, fingers slyly insinuating themselves into his damp hair giving every indication that if Kenren even THOUGHT of making him walk he’d spend his days trying to cover a bald spot.

Muttering half-hearted curses about how Tenpou needed to lose weight Kenren finally managed to get into the dimly-lit bedroom. Water gleamed on his naked body and he hoped that no one came knocking on Tenpou’s office door. He lowered Tenpou back down onto the bed with a little more grace than before. He kissed Tenpou on the forehead.

“I’ll be right back.” He started to pull away.

Tenpou ignored his statement and clung to him seeking out his lips. He grinned with sleepy sneakiness and slipped his tongue between Kenren’s teeth. Kenren moaned lightly and Tenpou resumed his maddeningly gentle thrusting, keeping his hips well-tilted. Instinctively Kenren bent to bite at a nipple and Tenpou smiled with satisfaction. He gave a small moan of his own and gripped Kenren’s neck.

Kenren grinned with smug satisfaction of his own as Tenpou gyrated beneath him, unwittingly letting Kenren’s arousal slip down between his legs and tickle at the hole there. Kenren snickered and lavished affection on Tenpou’s chest and neck with his tongue whilst his hand groped on the nightstand for the familiar tube. As he tasted the fresh sweat on Tenpou’s skin he thought *gods I’ve needed this*.

Tenpou arched like a man possessed when Kenren’s fingers wriggled inside him. Kenren marvelled at the tightness of his lover and leaned over to look at Tenpou. The man had his head tossed to one side and wet strands of dark hair decorated the white pillow he lay on. His legs were spread wide and his stomach was contracting with every thrust of the fingers inside him. His lips were moist and every so often Kenren could hear faint mewling sounds. He grinned.

Tenpou smiled to himself but then let out a gaps of genuine surprise as Kenren’s curled his fingers just rubbing at that spot just … just … *there*. Tenpou gave a strangled cry and gripped the headboard.

“Inside …” he hissed. “Inside now. I want …”

Kenren gave a growl of satisfaction and was already pushing into Tenpou before the Gensui had time to finish his sentence. He was so fucking horny right now he didn’t much care whether Tenpou had said that or not, hot as it was. He slid in up to the hilt, lifting Tenpou’s legs onto his shoulders to get in deeper then almost bending the lean Gensui in half to lean down for another kiss.

Tenpou returned the kiss with fervour. This definitely felt good. It had been a good while since they had done this properly and his internal muscles had tightened up. He could almost feel every part of his lover as his body sought to accommodate the invasion. He reached up to encircle Kenren’s neck again and clenched his muscles insistently around Kenren’s cock. Kenren moaned into their kiss and reached between them to finally take hold of Tenpou’s twitching arousal.

“Mmm this is nice.” He said softly, keeping his strokes deep and slow. Water droplets landed on Tenpou’s face and Kenren licked at one of them, tasting sweat. Tenpou hummed in satisfaction and lay back on the pillows eyes closed. The only signs that he was awake and definitely not dead, were those breathy little moans, a single twitching arm slung over Kenren’s shoulders and the constant gentle rolling of his hips.

Kenren pressed closer, carefully sandwiching Tenpou’s cock between their bodies. The familiar tension was building inside him but he didn’t want to come just yet; he was enjoying being close to his lover. His heart was also doing the cha-cha-cha because he now knew the reason for Tenpou’s lack of amorousness and the reason was actually rather sweet. There was something distinctly poignant at having a lover who always had your back, even to the detriment of their own health.

At that Kenren changed the angle and tempo of his thrusts searching for that little elusive spot that he knew would buck Tenpou’s perky ass right off the bed. He started murmuring the dirtiest things in his lover’s ear, hearing Tenpou’s lust-filled moan. He wanted Tenpou to feel that awful pain-pleasure barrier as he came so that would be the punishment complete. He plunged as deeply as he could within his lover keeping his Tenpou firmly pinioned.

Tenpou did indeed cry out and nearly bucked the two of them off the bed. Pleasure caught him purely by surprise and he sank his nails into Kenren’s back, feeling his orgasm wash through his body like a tidal wave. Several months without physical release made this sudden burst of pleasure almost painful. He trembled and bucked within Kenren’s insistent grip and tears prickled under his eyelids as sticky streams of come shot from him. He moaned, his body went taut with every muscle clenching tightly and he sought out Kenren’s lips; forcing his Taisho into a hard – almost violent – moan-filled, kiss.

That was it. Surrender. White flag. Kenren couldn’t hold back any longer. The hot clench of Tenpou around his cock, the teeth snagging his lip and the radiating passion of the man beneath him ensured that he could almost taste his orgasm. With a strangled noise that might just have been Tenpou’s name, Kenren came hard and fast inside his lover, gripping Tenpou’s shoulders hard enough to leave nail marks. Tenpou belonged to him. His and his alone and this proved it so. Definitely. He dropped with an exhausted sigh and a smirk on his face.

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Tenpou flickered open his eyes. He felt sticky and sleepy and couldn’t believe he was still in bed at this hour; there was so much to be done. There was those papers to be stamped, strategies to sort and Kenren had orders to be finalised. Sleep was for wimps. He kicked off the covers and went to leave.

Except his body wouldn’t move. Well his legs were moving but his left arm was immobile and his body was quite firmly pinioned. He pulled at his arm and the familiar jangle of handcuffs greeted him. He shifted his body and a leather harness moved over sweaty skin.

A leather harness.

A leather harness that criss-crossed his body like a black web. It started by circling his hips, snaking around his torso and finishing around his neck in a nice, thick leather collar with a silver ring. Attached to the ring was a leash that was knotted quite firmly around one of the bedposts. The leather kit had been a fun purchase from Down Below to taunt Kenren with it he misbehaved, but he never dreamed he would be put in it himself.

Re-affirming that he was indeed restrained firmly, Tenpou turned to face a smirking Kenren.

“Until you learn not to be such a sneaky bastard, this is your punishment.” He said sweetly, snaking an arm around Tenpou’s waist and holding him close.

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A/N: Thank you for bearing with me guys, I'm still keeping this going and try to update when I can. Let me know what you think because sometimes you just get so mired in your own writing you lose track of what is good and everything on here at the moment is so cool

Krimson: Hello, thank you for reviewing, glad you liked the line. Skaura trees get a lot of schtick in anime so it's time for their revenge

guanyin_kun: Yes yes leather and all-fours is good. I'm tihnking that collar I saw a few days also with submissive tooled on it.

bluesnake40: You make me blush .... thank you

DuosAngel: Hope this lives up to your expectations.