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Disclaimer: I don't own
Gensomaden Saiyuki, Saiyuki Gaiden or the characters included
therein.

Warning: Yaoi. If you
don't like it, don't read it.

Strong language.

Blue on Blue

by
guanyin-kun

I wake to the insistent
teasing at my lips. I respond with passion and ardour to that sweet
sensation. Not long ago, I had this self-same taste during our
powerful, almost brutal fucking. Hugging him to me, I revel in his
deep renewed kisses. Breaking the contact between us, he whispers
seductively,

"We have a new
assignment, my General."

I groan with
disappointment. I had hoped to spend the day in cherry blossom
viewing with him, while enjoying sake and music.

"It won't be that
bad, we can bathe together before we need depart."

"Mmm." It was
better than nothing. Tenpou's baths were never dull, or unexciting.

Stretching, I open my eyes
lazily, taking in his bespectacled face. Tenderly, he removes the
sheet, admiring my battle-scared body. I flush like a teen-ager
under his critical inspection, my cock raises to attention. Stroking
my cheek, he gives me one of his rare genuine smiles.

Turning on his heel, he
heads toward the bathroom, undressing as he goes. Damn, he is so
sexy. I'm hard again and I want him. Now. Does he do this
deliberately or is it something just to keep me off balance?

"Coming?" His
voice is sing-song as he waits for me.

"Yeah, yeah, hold
your horses." There ought to be a law against being chipper in
the morning. "So, when did these new orders come through,
anyway?"

"I sent them out this
morning."

"You Bastard!"

Stepping into the shower,
he pulls me in after him. he laughs, teasing my lower lip, he
invites me into his mouth by sucking at my tongue.

"No.
You're fucking with me, so I'm not fucking you."

His eyes are almost
unnaturally bright, and if I didn't know him better I would say that
he was doing some mind altering substance. More likely it was just
the thought of causing trouble of some sort that got him this
excited.

"But, I need you to
be my eyes and ears, my dearest Kenren." He presses his lips to
my forehead.

Sighing, I relent. "What
can I do to serve you, my Marshal?"

Smiling, he pushes down on
my shoulders, so that I'm kneeling in front of him, eye level with
his pecker. I find him with a boner like me. I want to take him up
the ass so much it hurts, but he's got some other fool idea.

"Is this an
invitation?"

"Only... if you...
want... it to... be." No way he's fooling me. Not with that
hoarse, disjointed voice.

I tease the head of his
cock, listening to his gasp of pleasure.

On my head, I feel a
dousing of cold liquid, then his hands rubbing through my hair. I
adore his fingers, the things he does with them... He's read every
goddamn sex book in existence and isn't afraid to use what he's read.

I take him deep in my
throat, smiling into his dark curls, as he moans and leans into me.
His hands are less insistent, but still stroke behind my ears
affectionately.

His cum fills my mouth
with the taste that is distinctly Tenpou, salty yet bitter-sweet. I
share with him this sample of himself, his response is electric, and
unexpected.

I didn't think he would be
so rough with the returning kiss. Almost as if he were taking
vengeance on me for having done so, he was practically biting my
entire mouth. But then, he could he a fierce lover. For all his
soft looks, there was nothing soft about this man.

Breaking the personal
possession he acquired of me, I look around for the lube gel. No
such luck. Going to have to grin and bear it.

"You forgot something
terribly important." I mummer in his ear. He lifts an eye brow,
tilting his head to the side.

"No, I think not."
He thinks on it again, counting his fingers.

"Are you sure."

Counting the fingers
again. "Oh, yes, quite sure."

"Don't complain to me
if it hurts then." I turn his sweet ass to me.

He
completes a manœuver
of astounding agility I've never seen with a blur of motion, ending
up behind me.

"You don't get that
luxury."

"Son of a bitch."

"Now, now. You know
there's always a good reason for everything I do, even if it isn't
immediately apparent. Believe me, this is for your own good."

He finishes washing and
rinsing my hair, running it through his fingers to undo snarls.

He soaps my entire body
with liquid soap in his hands, then starts scrubbing with brushes
attached to each palm. I never knew this could be so sensual.

"Tenpou, my balls are
aching. Please, at least let me take some pressure off." I
move my hand to intercept my cock.

"I believe I gave you
an order, General Kenren." That was his battlefield voice,
sharp, clear, unrelenting.

I freeze. Fuck, when he
gets like that, someone could get hurt, and that some one was likely
to be me.

His scrubbings turn me on
even more, until I come of my own accord, without truly relieving
myself.

"You're going to pay
dearly for this Field Marshal Tenpou."

"Promises, promises
General Kenren." Smiling wickedly, he rinses me.

He dries us both, brushing
my hands away in irritation. To soften his methods, he kisses me
gently on the lips, caressing my cheek.

"I'll be right back.
Don't move, and certainly, don't do anything."

Even for Tenpou, he was
acting strangely. I found my cigarettes and lit one, inhaling
gratefully. Wafting in through the open doorway there was the smell
of noxious fumes from a pot that Tenpou returned with.

He was wearing a full
apron, smoking his own lit cigarette, and carrying what was more like
a cauldron than just a pot. A bubbling mud-like mixture was seething
within.

"What the hell is
that? It stinks." He wrinkles his nose a bit.

"Oh, this...? You
might say that this is an ancient recipe for ferocity in warriors. I
was going to field test it to-day. Since your troops were in
rotation, I thought I would have you test it for me."

"You're
shitting me, right? Please tell me it isn't so." I'm no wuss,
but, Tenpou has a habit of not reading all directions. Like when he
made his own alcohol. CAUTION: Poisonous if taken
internally.

"First, you tell me
what it is, how you're supposed to use it, what it's supposed to do
once you do, or I'm not letting any of that crap touch me."

He looks slightly
crestfallen. Brows gathering in the center, he thinks for a moment,
scratching his head.

"I have no idea, --
exactly-- what it's made of, except mud, and some boiled leaves,
possibly a few other things. And as I've already told you, it's to
make a warrior fiercer in battle."

"Uh-huh. And how do
you use it?" Was that a lecherous look behind his glasses?

Licking his lips
nervously, "You wear it." He pauses dramatically. "On
your naked body."

"If this were for
home use, I could find it funny, even erotic, but are you fucking
nuts?" Bad phraseology.

"You're
joking, right? You Ordered the patrol, all of them, to wear this,
naked?" He just stands there smiling. Smiling.

"Yes, that about sums
it up nicely. Now if you'll just hold still while I..."

"No way in hell."
He looks at me with those deep eyes of his, losing me in their
depths.

"Forgive me in
advance."

His hand snakes out,
grabbing my still stoked shaft, twisting it just so. I've been so
hard all morning, even this touch sends me diving into my nether
regions.

All I think of is how good
his hand feels on my cock and balls. I don't care what he does to me
as long as he keeps this up.

I just moan, letting him
do all the work. A warm, slick substance covers me as he satisfies
me.

He spreads to my legs,
torso, back, chest, neck and I whimper as he stops his attentions.

My nose, by this time, is
used to the smell. He finishes off with my face and hair. I start
to feel good. Real good.

I'm still hard as a rock.
He washes the mud from his hands then gets dressed in his full
military dress uniform.

I
still want him, but there are other priorities right now. Killing
sounds fun. Battle is nothing more than light exercise, and I need
it, now. Pulling on his gloves, he throws me a sword and
shield.

"Let's get it on!"
Snarls are practically torn from my throat. I didn't know I could
sound like that.

He's smiling again. Like
a father proud of his son.

I start marching out the
door. Tenpou thinks about it, then shrugs.

"If you've got it,
flaunt it, and you definitely have it."

It was still early enough
that not too many civilians were out. A few courtiers were there,
but they were too polite to even think that I was naked showing my
glory.

Tenpou had gone from the
easy-going lover I knew he could be, to the stern military Field
Marshal everyone expected.

Arriving at the field of
combat, the entirety of my comrades in arms were painted blue, and
naked. Most looked embarrassed or uncomfortable when Tenpou inspects
them.

A few hold their ground,
those are my hand picked officers. Tenpou is the only one there
clothed, and in his immaculate whites, he shines brightly.

Approaching the ranking
commander, Tenpou takes him aside.

"Is the other company
prepared?"

"Yes, Field Marshal."

"Excellent. Deploy
your troops as per our earlier discussion."

"Yes, Sir."

We
go to the battlefield with one order: Kill anyone that doesn't look
like you. Stupid order, really. We don't truly die...that takes God
weapons, and we certainly aren't carrying those. Wounded,
yes. Dead, no. I want this battle, bad.

One
of my last coherent thoughts was upon seeing the enemy. Shit,
they're wearing full battle armour. Then, I'm screaming like a
maniac in a full frontal attack, blue, naked and loving it.

When I next have a moment
of consciousness, Tenpou, still in his dress whites, is standing over
me.

"Welcome back,
General Kenren."

"Were we victorious?"
A finger to my parched lips.

"Was there ever any
doubt, my General?" His voice is quiet and gentle.

For the first time, I
notice the blood on his uniform. "Mine?" I gesture toward
the stains with my chin.

"Amongst others."
I frown.

"What was our
casualty rate?"

"Better than
expected. They didn't expect much from your men, but I knew better.
You've gained new respect from many people."

"That's not an
answer. How many?"

"Not for you to
worry." His tone is harder now.

"Tell me." He's
hiding again. I can't tell his expression.

"Two to one losses.
Yet you won, with the odds against you, you still were the victors.
The more men that fell, the fiercer the rest of you fought. It was
glorious."

"You were there?"
I sound my disbelief.

"Of course. But time
for debriefing and such later. I should get you home and tend to the
rest of these wounds."

More scars for my
collection. I'm blood soaked from wounds I don't even feel.

My voice sounds like dead
reeds crushing against one another. "Was I one of the
casualties?"

"No, you were always
at the forefront taking the brunt of the force."

"You realise I don't
remember anything. Good eyes and ears for you, Marshal."
Kindness fills his face like the light from a warm campfire.

"Sometimes actions
speak louder than words. Do you think you can walk now?" He
helps me to a sitting position. I'm a little dizzy, but it passes
quickly.

"Yes, Sir. I believe
I can."

"Excellent." He
leaves momentarily, returning with a voluminous brocade cloak of
gold.

"That must be some
good shit you used, Tenpou, I still don't feel any pain."

"See, you're even
more valuable in your observations than you think."

I grunt. "If you say
so." Standing, he envelopes me with the silk lined cloak. I'm
grateful for the warmth. I hadn't noticed myself growing cold, but
now I can tell it's later than I thought.

"I thought you might
appreciate these as well." He hands me my shit kickers. He
knows the way to my heart.

Sliding my feet in, I feel
a momentary thrill of leather against my skin. "Oh, yeah."

He bows, extending a
sweeping arm toward the exit. "After you, General."

I stride into the cool
night air, Tenpou at my side. Briskly walking home, Tenpou's mind
wanders back to the battle, speaking out loud to me about things I
have no recollection of.

Beating Warriors to
'death' with my bare hands, rather, making a blow that would be
considered lethal were these not war-games. He talks in abstract
numbers that mean nothing to me.

Sometimes, seemingly half
the time, Tenpou lives in his own little world, forgetting the
problems of those around us, yet managing to manipulate events
without our knowing.

Arriving home, I drop the
cloak and pull off my boots, heading directly to the bath. Do not
pass go, do not collect two-hundred dollars. With a grin, I notice
Tenpou is right behind me. Pay backs are hell. This time I make
sure I have lube in the toilet articles.

I climb in the tub,
filling it with steaming hot water. Tenpou thoughtfully brings both
our smokes, lighting one for each of us. Handing me mine, he kneels
next to the tub, beginning to gently scrub at my skin. Kneading the
taut muscles he finds there, my body almost completely relaxes.

"Aren't you coming in
too?"

"No, I want this
covering to come off you, not get on me." He grunts in
satisfaction. "The herb has acted as an astringent. Most of
these wounds are superficial at best. The blood is your opponent's."

I reach out with a
tenderness rarely shown to anyone, touching his face, tracing its
outlines. I feel his smile as he closes one hand over mine, drawing
it to his lips.

There's a warm wetness as
he nibbles down my palm to the wrist continuing up the rest of my
inner arm to the elbow.

With small bites he makes
his campaign to my throat and ears. Happily, I lean back, letting
him take ultimate control of my body.

Sensuously touching my
erogenous zones one after another makes me aware of how much I want
him.

"I wish I could sleep
and fuck at the same time." He gives me one of his damnable
inscrutable laughs.

"What?"

"You do fuck in your
sleep." His hand still in the water, trails down past my
stomach to my waiting hard-on, in pretense of washing it.

"You... are so...
so... ah... full... uh... of... uhm..." My brain shuts down,
filling with erotic pleasure. I am conscious of only two things, his
hand and my dick.

He pulls me out of the
bath, showering me off. Trying to remove his hand, I grab him by his
wrist.

"Don't
even think of stopping now."
Kissing me, he leads me to the bed-room, but his hand hasn't
stopped.

"Take
me, Kenren." Whispering, his breath is hot on my ear.

"Yes,
Tenpou, yes." Lubing myself, I'm almost to the point of orgasm
now. Grabbing him around the waist, I throw him onto the bed, sweet
ass up, legs spread.

With
happy relief, I thrust into him completely.

The
cry of satisfaction and fulfilment bursts forth from between his
teeth with an ease I don't expect. He wants this as much as I do. I
throb deep within him, letting myself go. Focusing on the amount of
pleasure I am getting, I neglect his need.

He,
however, does not. I hear his ragged breathing as he slams his own
pole. Withdrawing, I turn him over, sucking him off. Twisting his
hands within the sheets, he shoots his wad down my ready throat.

Going
up, I kiss him deeply. We hug, sliding into each other's arms, and
letting the day's exhaustion lull us to sleep.

The
morning finds me no less aroused than yesterday. I would think all
the fucking we've been doing lately would tame my dick.

Even
after jacking off myself, having Tenpou jack me off, suck me off, and
humping him until I'm dry, I still
have a hard-on. That does it. I'm trying the cold shower.

I
run it as hot as I can, then switch to complete cold. Nope, still
hard and... blue. "What the hell?!? Tenpou! Get your sorry
ass in here! Now!" I'm out of the shower in a heart-beat.

Concern
creasing his face, Tenpou comes to my rescue. Stopping when he sees
no apparent damage, he blinks and stares.

"I've
heard of having blue ball, General, but never have I heard of anyone
taking it to this extreme." Amusement plays across his face.

Shouting
at him with anger and embarrassment, "What the fuck was in that
crap anyway. My dick is BLUE! You are going to DIE motherfucker."

He
makes sure he stands out of arm's reach because he knows I'll beat
the shit out of him. He smiles.

"Get
that damn smirk off your face before I rip it off and shove it up
your ass." The madder I get, the funnier he seems to think it.
Always knew that prick had a death wish.

"Yes,
and a quite nice shade of blue it is too."

So
very wrong. I launch myself at him. I should know by now, he can
read my actions like a book, as he merely steps aside as I strike.

He
pivots on his heel like a dancer, throwing his shoulder into me. We
both go down. Laughing, he takes me in his arms. I still struggle
and want to pound his ass, but he wedges a leg between my thighs,
rubbing my cock.

Rolling
over, I pin him to the floor. He's still laughing.

"It's
not funny you cock sucker!" I can't help but smile a little
though.

"No,
you're absolutely right." Shit, did Tenpou just say I was right
about something? "It's not funny. It's absolutely hilarious."

Reaching
up, he kisses my neck, shoulders, chest, throat and ends at my mouth.

"Tenpou,
just why did you have
to make my dick blue?"

"The
texts I consulted said nothing of this after affect. However..."
He drawls thoughtfully.

"However...
what?" I hate it when he remembers in review.

Pursing
his lips together, he continues. "Well, Bodhisattva Kanzeon did
help me acquire some of the main ingredients, so they may not be
exactly what was called for, but I can't be sure as my knowledge of
herbalism is somewhat limited."

"Wait.
Just tell me you did not
say that. Oh, please, say you didn't." My stomach dives to the
bottom of my ass and isn't coming up for air any time soon. I dread
his next few sentences.

"No,
I dropped several of my reference books on the subject and the
Bodhisattva was kind enough to help me gather them again. One
flipped open to my marked page, catching her curiosity. I explained
about my theory and she found it interesting. I had to admit to her,
that I had no clue what waad
was, nor where I was to obtain any in sufficient quantity. She said
she would take care of it on her end, then she sent me on my way.
Who am I to question the will of the Gods?"

"You
Fucker. You do it all the time. Why should this time be any
different?"

"Seemed
a bit out of my purview, actually."

"Yeah,
right. Since when doesn't Field Marshal Tenpou Gensui fully research
something, that he can't recite it from memory, backwards and
forwards."

He
nods. "Point taken, however, I think I am justified in being
pardoned in this instance. I did compare what I was given to
drawings I obtained of the object. By all accounts, it seemed
correct. She was kind enough to include a small memo that it was
Tein-ching that I was searching for. Once that was
solved, I took what she had given me and the process seemed simple
enough. "

I
want to crack his jaw. Never
trust a God. Ever.
"So what do you suggest we do about this... this state?"
He playfully nips my collarbone.

"We
could go about this one of two ways. First, we can visit the
Bodhisattva and ask for her to reverse the obvious effects."

I
scowl, growling loudly.

"I
had, aa, thought not. Second, we could wait until it wears itself
off."

"You
mean..."

"Yes."

"Damn,
your ass and my dick are gonna be so sore."

He
strokes my face tenderly. "I have a Do Not Disturb sign, and we
can lock the door."

"I
love you, Tenpou."

"I
love you, Kenren."

~owari~
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