Kuji

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Chapter 8: The Inconvenience of Parties

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

Notes: I thought I had posted this but obviously not, many apologies for the delay.

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Tenpou pouted. Truth be known he could pout rather well. His bottom lip would poke out, his eyes would cast downwards and he would often fold his arms. When he had considered his pouting to have not have had the desired effect he would then upgrade said pout into snit. Snit was pout with extras: hunched shoulders, narrowed eyes and looking to one side. Naturally after snit there came the sulk and here was Tenpou’s forte. A sulk was an all-singing, extended snit with extra pout and a full blown strop. It involved sitting down, bottom lip wobbling, eyes narrowed to slits, arms folded tighter than ever and his piece de resistance: stomping style walk.

Well this capped all of it.

… and Kenren was the target.

Kenren wasn’t to blame solely. Originally it was the organisers of the stupid formal officers banquet that had sent him the invite. Kenren had only come into this when Tenpou had tried to pull a sickie and maintained that he either a) had the plague b) was in danger of giving the others the plague or c) had been knocked out by a bookcase that probably had the plague.

Kenren had come in just as Tenpou had been working out the trajectory needed for his bookcase to knock him out for ten minutes and be under observation for the evening. Kenren had seen the pulleys, the badly stacked books and Tenpou sitting cross legged in a perfectly-cleared rectangle of space and, sadly for Tenpou, had put two and two together.

This had then involved the standard sniff-the-Tenpou exercise. Upon the confirmed results, Tenpou had been carried bodily into the bathroom, stripped of his books, stripped of his clothes and bundled under hot spray of the shower. He had then taken advantage to shampoo and condition Tenpou’s hair. Tenpou had threatened to get pouty, quickly progressing to snitty, especially over the conditioner; his theory being that he had just washed the grease out of his hair and wasn’t prepared to put it back in.

The snit was about to advance to sulk when Kenren had ruined his strop-progression with a hard and furious handjob; his fingers doing that oh-god-corkscrew motion that made Tenpou’s legs become liquid. The pleasure caught him entirely by surprise and before he could protest about the conditioner, it was washing away down the drain along with his own come and he was being held up by Kenren.

At that point Tenpou had found that he was remarkably willing to go along with Kenren’s request. He had washed the Taisho’s hair for him, even using the hated conditioner. Of course Tenpou never left a job half done and repaid the favour on Kenren’s own cock, sinking to his knees and working it with the same ferocity as Kenren had shown. Hot spurts of milky come spattered against his face and Kenren tutted.

“See, Tenpou, now you gotta wash again.”

After a further shower and a fairly dignified dual shaving session later, Kenren was towelling Tenpou’s hair as the Marshall pulled out his immaculate dress uniform. The Marshall’s dress uniform was just like his regular uniform only crisper, with shinier insignia and it was white. A white duster, white pants, and a gleaming pair of well polished boots. Tenpou didn’t actually mind his dress uniform that much and was known to kick up less of a fuss about wearing it than Kenren would.

Soon enough both men were ready. Tenpou had neatly groomed his hair into a tail and Kenren had managed to sponge out the smudge from his own dress uniform. Kenren’s uniform was a smarter version of his other one: with more insignias, no shoulder armour and – of course – this one would be fastened up to the neck. He tugged unhappily at the sharp collar as Tenpou handed him a mug of coffee.

“Tenpou.” He whined, tugging uncomfortably at the sharp collar with one hand and sipping at the coffee with the other. It was okay, nothing special though. Nothing like Tenpou's regular coffee which could stick him to the ceiling on a good day. He blamed it on the collar and the party. “I’ve changed my mind … I’m ill.”

Tenpou raised a comical eyebrow as he reached into one of his bookcases. With the removal of two battered paperbacks and a box of rice cakes he then drew out an oblong box. Setting the box on the low table he opened it and drew out a pair of snowy white gloves. Kenren suddenly looked interested and started edging closer.

“Holy shit … you never said you had those.” Kenren felt his mouth run dry as Tenpou pulled on the thin kid gloves and flexed each hand.

“Judging by your expression, I’m guessing this is a good thing.” Tenpou smirked and caressed Kenren’s cheek. Kenren smelled the kid leather, felt his cock start to firm and cursed his tight leather pants. He bit down on Tenpou’s thumb.

There was a knock at the door.

Kenren pouted as Tenpou removed his hand and went to answer the door nodding a simple greeting to the two Privates who had been dispatched to give them an escort. Judging from the curious looks and craning necks, Tenpou suddenly wished he had left his boxers on the couch or some handcuffs on the desk. He turned to Kenren with a half-smirk and lowered his eyelashes flirtatiously.

“Shall we?”

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“Tenpou, this party is crap.” Kenren tossed back another cup of sake. “In fact it doesn’t even qualify as a party… I know parties. Parties follow the time-honoured tradition of getting drunk and ending up half-naked somewhere … and I’m looking at my clothes and thinking of keeping them on … not party.”

Tenpou smiled benignly, staring into his own cup. The sake wasn’t as good a quality as they normally served at these banquets. Maybe it was because he, like Kenren, was slowly vegetating in the boredom.

The banquet was a formal affair thrown by Tentei and his supporters for the upper echelons of the armies. Officially it was a recognition banquet for the hard work the armies did. Unofficially, it was a gossip-filled bitchfest which Tentei threw to make sure the armies knew who the head of the bankroll was.

Tenpou tugged at the collar of his uniform. As the Marsall of the Western Army his attendance was mandatory at these functions, as much as he hated it. Also, as Goujun was here too, it not only meant full uniform, but full dress uniform. Why white, he did not know, but he knew it didn’t suit him, already making his pale skin look paler. Still, it was worth it to see Kenren’s look of fury when he realised that he too had to be in dress uniform; which meant no chains, a fastened up jacket and thoroughly buffed boots. And it had been even more worth to see the look of pure lust Kenren had given him when he had pulled the gloves on.

Actually the party itself wasn’t too bad. The food was readily available, the sake was still plentiful and the gossip was rife. Tenpou was already proud that he had managed to collect and spread several dissatisfactions, one case of frustration and carefully stirred his own spoon in the simmering vat of discontent that was the army. Also, more than that he was halfway to getting Kenren thoroughly soused and vulnerable to attack. He smiled and sipped at the sake thinking of the coffee.

No, it wasn’t so bad after all.

“Dragon … ten o’clock.” Came the husky murmur of Kenren in his ear.

Tenpou looked up and saw Goujun coming towards then. The Commander looked even more uncomfortable in his dress uniform than Tenpou or Kenren combined. His white uniform was covered in so many braids and insignias it reminded Kenren of the Christmas tree that Tenpou had told him about. Reptilian eyes flickered at Tenpou and the Marshall gave a soft smile of understanding.

“Greetings Field Marshall Tenpou … General Kenren.” He said coolly. “You are both well?”

Tenpou gave a sunny smile, sipped at his sake and lightly touched his lips with the gloves. He heard Kenren’s intake of breath.

“As well as can be expected, Commander.” He answered sweetly and interlaced his fingers, flexing them. The gloves squeaked. So did Kenren. “Did you need us, Commander?” he asked pleasantly.

Goujun maintained his steely gaze.

“I did not … but I confess I came over here to escape from another conversation. I cannot say I am pleased to be here, there are plenty of other things that I could be doing this evening.”

Kenren was shocked by the frank admission from the Dragon. He had never known Goujun to speak for this long nor so … well … so normally. It surprised him.

“How is your family?” asked Tenpou congenially. His fingers moved up his face and played absently with his ponytail, one finger insinuating itself slyly down the collar of his jacket. He was teasing Kenren mercilessly but it was worth it.

Goujun didn’t notice.

“The clan are well, thank you for asking.” He inclined his head.

Kenren wasn’t quite sure what to make of the next performance. One minute Goujun and Tenpou were exchanged pleasantries and then suddenly there … well … they were smelling each other. Goujun had his nose, snout, whatever buried in the crook of Tenpou’s neck and was making happy clicking noises. Just when Kenren thought it could get any weirder than that Tenpou repeated the action on Goujun nuzzling the wretched dragon’s neck and making the stupid clicky noises too. Kenren felt his jaw drop.

The two drew away from each other and Tenpou bowed solemnly.

“Thank you sir.” He said in his calm Tenpou-in-charge voice. Goujun also bowed stiffly.

“Enjoy the evening, Marshall.” He bobbed his head once and turned to disappear into the milling crowd.
Tenpou waved at the departing dragon jauntily only to have Kenren step up close to him.

“Wanna explain that to me?” Came the half-choked whisper in his ear. Tenpou gave a relaxed chuckle and leaned back against his lover.

“It’s a dragon friendship ritual.” He murmured letting his gloved hand drift behind his back and tug at Kenren’s zipper. “Goujun is an excellent commander with a charming family and he was kind enough to introduce me on their last visit and so I decided to repay the gift by learning the ritual … I think it strengthens a bond and you know how important I think that is.” He squeezed, Kenren leaned forward and bit down none-too-gently on Tenpou’s earlobe.

“I want you.” He hissed.

“We can’t leave now.” Murmured Tenpou wickedly, “There are still the speeches to go.”

Tenpou deftly stepped away and gave Kenren a sly wink. He raised his voice.

“I have a speech to do, General, but I would ask you to discuss that variety of tactics and manoeuvres afterwards.” He raised a single eyebrow. Kenren saluted smartly.

“Of course, sir.”

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The next two hours were hell on earth. Every time Tenpou even looked at him, Kenren felt his erection push angrily against his straining leather pants. The Marshall deliberately avoided coming close to him lest he be grabbed around the waist and molested under one of the tables and Kenren was driven crazy with a jealousy when Tenpou even drifted close to another.

He didn’t know what power Tenpou had over him that evening but everything – that is to say EVERYTHING – Tenpou did seemed to press a button. Maybe it was the leather gloves, yeah, he’d always loved leather on Tenpou be it pants or harness. Maybe it was the white uniform. It could be. Tenpou clad all in purest, virginal white. One of the few in this room who were in this gleaming white uniform. It seemed to trigger an immediate Deflowering Response in him.

He watched Tenpou with all the ferocity of a prowling cat. When the Marshall raised his glass he felt his mouth run dry; when Tenpou flicked through his papers his hands trembled in anticipation; when Tenpou spoke he felt ice slide down the fiery heat of his spine and when Tenpou leant close to a subordinate to listen to something, Kenren wished for his gun to blow the fucker away.

He couldn’t understand his reaction. Sure he got horny and shit like that but never enough to want to rip that mother-fucking bastard hand off that guy who was even daring to touch his Tenpou! On the shoulder! He would seriously rip the fucker a new one if he didn’t take his mitts off. Kenren gripped at his leather duster and nearly bit down on his cigarette.

Surprisingly, he managed to hold a fairly level and mostly sensible conversation with a few members of his squad. He quickly realised that if he kept Tenpou securely in his line of sight and didn’t think about the Marshall’s white gloves he could just aobut maintain a stranglehold on reality. His skin still felt hot and he was sure that all the blood from his legs had gone straight to his cock. However, he rallied himself together and managed to get into a good discussion of the last mission with one of his subordinates. Just when he thought he was over the whole thing a smooth tenor voice flowed into his ear.

“You wanted to see me, General Kenren.”

And there was his erection again, pushing insistently against his trousers this time joined by a pair of rebellious nipples that chafed against his jacket. Tenpou was pulling on his hand and might as well have been pulling on his cock for all that skin contact he was giving. It was driving Kenren wild. He moaned softly.

“Tenpou, I don’t feel right.” He said with a hint of a tremor in his voice. The Marshall sipped delicately at his drink and moved closer to Kenren

“Yes it should have truly kicked in now.” He murmured sipping at the cup of sake in his hand. It was a particularly good sake he thought: nice, almost-woody with a sharp aftertaste. He ran the leather glove along his lip.

Kenren moaned as the waft of leather and sake washed over him but his suspicions overrode his straining libido.

“What should have kicked in?” he said suspiciously, giving a plaintive moan as Tenpou’s gloved hand rested on his arm.

“Aph-ro-dis-iac.” Tenpou announced sweetly. “In the coffee.”

Kenren was stunned. Torn between smacking Tenpou across the face and throwing him across the buffet table to fuck the backside off him. People around them seemed oblivious to the heat which seemed to be pouring off him in waves. His muscles tensed and he clenched his fists.

“Why?” he wailed plaintively. “I’ve been going crazy here.”

Tenpou chuckled.

“I said I didn’t want to come tonight,” he said sweetly and winked at Kenren’s open-mouthed stare “but now it seems that it will be entertaining after all.”

Tenpou stepped back and bowed gently to Kenren.

“I crave your apologies, General but there is something I must speak to you in private about. Will you join me on the balcony?”

He didn’t have to tell Kenren twice.

At the front and back of the expansive vaulted hall where the party was taking place were two large semi-circular balconies. Gracing each end of the semi-circle were large statues of various Deities set into small alcoves with just enough space behind for a quiet tryst.

Kenren waited until the two soldiers that were on the balcony were deep in discussion. He then cast an eye at the two statues on this balcony. One was an accurate depiction of Cai Shen, the God of Wealth and Fortune: the scupltor had chosen to depict him laughing with an open hand filled with gold coins. The only thing that was missing was the perpetual smell of sake, the poker deck and the half-naked chick offering to blow him.

The other was a particularly submissive-and-sweet-looking statue of the fertility Goddess Xi Wangmu, which was a load of monkey crap because Kenren knew her as a feisty ass-kicker who could do more perverted things with a peach pit than he could care to imagine. He grinned at the fragile expression of the statue and then saw a flicker of white disappear behind the marble woman. Another pleasurable wash from the aphrodisiac pulsing through his veins reminded him of why he was there and he slipped smoothly and quickly behind the into the alcove itself.

“Hey?” he whispered.

Tenpou was on him in an instant and practically threw him against the smooth, stone, wall. He leaned in for a kiss and plundered Kenren’s mouth with his tongue. He seized Kenren’s hair and pulled it insistently forcing their teeth to clash together. Buttons popped and leather protested as Tenpou ripped open Kenren’s jacket. He yanked off Kenren’s belt and held it in front of his lover’s face.

“Give me your wrists.” He said; his voice was husky and aroused.

With a grin Kenren held them away from his lover, placing them behind his back and backing himself up against the wall. If he had to suffer this induced arousal then he was going to make Tenpou work for it. The teasing of Tenpou also fed his arousal and distracted him from the waves to need and lust that centred on his groin. He gave a self-righteous smirk.

Tenpou growled and wrenched his arms upwards. Holding the strong wrists in one hand, he looped the belt around them and pulled it tight. Wrapping the other end of the belt around his own fist he pulled on the makeshift leash. At Kenren’s grimace he cackled and kissed his lover lightly on the lips. He yanked off one of the white leather gloves and placed it between his lover's teeth. Tenpou stroked Kenren’s cheek gently and lovingly.

“You look … wonderful.” He murmured, plunging his hand into the half open jacket and plucking at the nipples within. “You looked so good stood there as I was doing my speech.” He suckled on Kenren’s neck. “I wanted you.” He bit down and heard Kenren’s hiss through the gloves. “I WANT you.” He thrust his thigh between Kenren’s legs and bumped upwards “I am going to fuck you.”

By now the aphrodisiac had settled quite nicely into Kenren and was giving him a constant dose of warm arousal as opposed the almost-feral spike in lust he had had before. Now he wasn’t so concerned with getting himself off as quickly as possible but getting himself off in the most pleasurable way possible. He purred at the contact and started moving his hips in time with Tenpou’s.

Not breaking his stride for a second, Tenpou swiftly reached up and unzipped his lover’s flies, pleased to note the lack of underwear. He slithered a lazy path downwards ensuring that every crease of his uniform rubbed enticingly against Kenren’s twitching cock before his head became level with it. Smiling smugly he kissed the tip.

Despite the belt holding his wrists together Kenren managed to pull enough slack to grab a handful of Tenpou’s hair and pull sharply on it. He felt more than heard Tenpou’s slight hum of discomfort as the Marshall had chosen that moment to attempt to swallow him whole. Kenren managed a low moan of sheer bliss against the white leather gloves before a single finger sneaked up and pressed against his lips.

That’s right. They were in public.

Kenren tried hard not to make a noise as Tenpou flicked his tongue across the head of his prick and lightly fisted the base. Kenren chewed furiously on the white leather in his mouth but that only served to release the heady scent of the leather. Tenpou’s sucking was now building up a rhythm; swirling his tongue around the shaft before repeating the action with his fist but keeping the suction strong. Equally the hand that was no longer holding Kenren’s belted wrists was also between his legs, freshly licked and working his pants down to tickle lightly at his entrance.

Kenren was ready to come. It was building up. Holy fuck was this gonna be good. He was now thrusting into Tenpou’s mouth, keeping a firm grip of the dark locks of hair. Tenpou had always been gifted at this, knowing exactly when to relax his throat, use his teeth and most all use that sinful tongue (that same tongue Kenren had learned could tie cherry stalks perfectly).

Oh Gods. Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh… So close … oh …

It stopped.

Right on the edge it stopped.

Typical fucking Tenpou

“Enjoying this, General?” Came the voice from between his thighs.

Kenren panted through the glove in frustration, his body taut with arousal and need. He looked down to see Tenpou on his knees, one hand grasped around his cock and his lips shiny and pouting with saliva and pre-come. His eyes were sparkling with lust and couple this with the fact he was still wearing that uniform made Kenren whine against the glove and the only thing stopping him from coming over Tenpou was the man’s firm grip stopping him.

Tenpou then raised himself upwards and Kenren whined again. He couldn’t believe the Marshall was just simply going to stop! It was unhuman … inhuman … ingodlike … just … not done. He spat out the glove and felt each breath come out as a sob.

“Tenpou … please.” He whispered eyes screwed shut and grimacing as his orgasm slowly ebbed away from him.

“Don’t worry my dear General … you will get it.” Tenpou kissed him on the lips and unbuckled his wrists, flinging the belt away and putting two hands on Kenren’s waist “Are you ready?”

Kenren grinned as he felt Tenpou’s engorged and already-lubed (how did he do that?) cock prodding between his legs. Kenren spread his legs a little more: he loved this position and Tenpou knew it.

“Hell yes … fuck me good.”

“I plan to.”

With one thrust Tenpou entered his lover and gasped as Kenren took him in quickly, illprepared but loving the stretch. His lover's long legs locked firmly around his waist and Tenpou had to slap two hands on the wall for balance. His breath caught in his throat and it was all he could do to keep moving his hips and to keep pushing hard into his lover who clung so tightly to him. Kenren was tight, tighter than he remembered and Tenpou wondered about the last time he had topped. He had to know.

“When did I last top?” He gasped into Kenren’s ear, his fingers twisting into a sweat-shiny hair.

“Nnnnngh.” Came Kenren’s eloquent reply as he rolled his hips against lover and relished the pain of the stretch, knowing it would lead to mind-blowing pleasure. He gripped Tenpou’s fancy white jacket and braced one leg on the statue behind giving a low moan as Tenpou slid all the way the hilt.

“Touch me.” Kenren pleaded.

Tenpou grinned and reached back to brace Kenren’s other leg on the statue. Confident that his lover was now balanced and ready, he thrust up again but this time taking hold of Kenren’s neglected cock and stroking it. The response provoked a high-pitched moan from Kenren.

The two soldiers on the balcony looked up for the source of the moan, looking towards the statue of the Goddess and the figure of Goujun who was striding onto the balcony for some air. The statue smiled benevolently back, Goujun nodded a simple greeting to the soliders and they both shrugged and continued their discussion over the last campaign.

Tenpou clamped a hand across Kenren's mouth, tugged lightly Kenren’s earlobe with his teeth and kept up his rhythmic thrusts, in and out.

“You keep making noises and I’ll have to gag you again.” He murmured, rubbing a thumb over the head of Kenren’s cock and relishing the clench of muscles around his own. Tnepou's balls tightened in response and he pumped harder, ruthless in his quest for release. He removed his hand Kenren's motuh and slapped it agaisnt the wall.

Kenren had no reply; his breath stuck in his throat. He slipped a hand into Tenpou’s open jacket and sank his nails into the soft flesh of Tenpou’s back, then used the leverage of the statue to get the deep penetration and hard pounding that he craved. And people accused Tenpou of being masochistic. It was mind-blowingly hot doing this, especially now that Kenren could see Goujun less than ten feet away. He bit his lip to restrain himself but Tenpou’s hand suddenly descending on his balls was his undoing. His body locked up in spasm, his legs locked around Tenpou and he came with a gasp, spattering sticky come over Tenpou’s immaculate white uniform.

The feel of Kenren’s nails scratching bloody furrows into his back and sudden paroxysm of pleasure around his twitching cock provoked Tenpou’s own release. He thrust up almost viciously, filling his lover with his own release and gasping exclamations into his lover’s neck

When Heaven finally came to rest the right way up, Kenren found himself draped across Tenpou like a blanket and Tenpou holding him up, still inside him, and stroking his hair muttering slightly dirty sweet nothings. He lifted his head.

“That was fucking amazing.” He murmured. “What did you give me in the end?”

At the sound of Kenren’s voice Tenpou shifted his hips and slowly withdrew from his lover, limp and satisfied, letting Kenren find his feet. He withdrew a purple spotted handkerchief from the pocket of his uniform and wiped at his jacket.

“A herbal tea from my town Down Below. Supposedly increases the ardour … I assume I can consider this a success?” He smiled warmly as Kenren zipped himself up and shook sweat beads from his hair.

“Hell yeah, you can do that again anytime you want.” He seized Tenpou’s chin and kissed him passionately and winced at the movement. “… and that’s gonna ache like a bitch for the rest of the night.”

Tenpou laughed and wiped at Kenren’s own jacket, erasing the last hints of their tryst from his clothing. He then bundled the handkerchief back into his pocket and peeped cautiously around the statue.

“Anyone there? Asked Kenren. Tenpou shook his head.

“Only Goujun and he’s heading back in... I’ll go out first, see me on the balcony soon.” He kissed Kenren swiftly then moved out from behind the statue as stealthily as a cat. Managing to snag a passing sake glass, he strode over to the edge of the balcony and leaned back. Kenren slunk past him and looked to be reacquainting himself with the drinks table; although slinking a little more delicately than usual. Tenpou grinned.

“Yes, I’d imagine you would be smug after that, Tenpou.” Came the low melodious voice behind him.

Tenpou jumped forwards and turned around with a look of pure malice which quickly melted into one of affection.

“Your most benevolent Lady Bosatsu.” He said sweetly and bowed. “May I enquire as to why you are sat in a tree with binoculars, rather than doing your speech.” There was no point denying the point or even arguing the point with Kanzeon Bosatsu. She knew anything and everything faintly scandalous and as Tenpou had been a close friend of Konzen’s since childhood she knew most of what he got up to. It was like having a nosy in-law at times.

Kanzeon grinned.

“What else?” She waved the binoculars. “Although I thought the floor of the training was more your thing. “ She eyed Kenren’s figure as it moved back towards the balcony bearing sake and noticed Jiroshin looking flustered behind him. “Although I’m not surprised you chose him.” She raised an immaculate eyebrow. “Not bad, not bad at all.”

Tenpou laughed lightly.

“With all due respect, my Lady I would request you to keep your hands off what is mine.”


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A/N: Thanks for reading and sticking with this, I really do apologise for the long breaks in between updates. As always reviews are welcomed and treasured

DuosAngel - Good smut? I dunno I've read soon damn good stuff on here recently! And thanks for waiting.

Ginny - I can totally see Tenpou simply seeing the work, shrugging and going "Well mine has to be done anyway" and simply doing it. He strikes me to be as stubborn as a rusty nail and due to his tendency to go skipping out onto battlefields on his own


gen - I'm really glad you find them vivid and especially sexy, I always get a little paranoid about my smut stuff (think me looking at my computer and going ... jeez there must be more words for cock) and hope your teeth are better

s0hmam0miji - Thats a terrific compliment thank you! Hope this lives to expectation.