Dispensing with Formalities

Dispensing with Formalities

“Don’t you know who my aunt is?”
Gojun looked up from his desk, the bright shafts of late afternoon sun slicing through the dark somber atmosphere of his office. The voices from his outer office were a startling disturbance: he knew he had no appointments scheduled for this timeslot, he had deliberately kept it open to allow himself some time to wade through the ocean of paperwork he had accumulated, and his adjutant was usually quite good at keeping away unwanted, unscheduled visitors.

“I need to see him and I need to see him now!” came the strident outcry from the other side of the door. Gojun didn’t have to strain to hear the voices of the visitor and his ruffled adjutant, even through the heavy wooden door – the agitation and raised pitch of their voices made it very clear. He could hear the frustration in his aide’s voice, and he smiled to himself at the devotion and determination of the young dragon, how seriously he took his position as adjutant to the Dragon King of the Western Seas, who now was serving in his honored position as one of the top Commanders of the Army of Heaven. Gojun knew the young dragon would defend him, with his life if necessary, if he perceived a threat to his superior officer, but he also thought perhaps he recognized something familiar in the aggrieved voice of the other party, and that being the case, he decided he had better intervene. Sighing at the loss of his peace and quiet, he rose and opened the door between the two rooms.

He was surprised for the second time that afternoon to find a very pretty blond dressed in luxurious silks and pearls that could only designate high office, very red in the face and clutching his adjutant by the front of his uniform and looking at him quite menacingly, despite the fact that his man was at least half a head taller than the visitor, substantially heavier, and armed! Gojun instantly recognized the man as Konzen Douji, nephew of the Kannon Bosatsu, Goddess of Infinite Mercy, whom he had seen before at several state functions but never actually met. They mostly ran in different circles, Konzen being a highly-placed bureaucrat, whereas he was a military officer of considerable rank, and he also admitted to himself – reluctantly - that the social spheres of Tenkai had not quite evolved completely yet with regards to “remembering” to invite the few dragons of Heaven to all the social functions. While it was a slight that involved a certain amount of offence, it bothered his wives more than it did Gojun, as he was just as happy to miss most of the events in question anyway.

But he had in fact seen the irate blond at several state functions, and the man was of a particular type that Gojun couldn’t help but notice: tall, willowy figure; long, golden tresses always arranged in some interesting fashion, aristocratic features, and a regal bearing far more worthy of a Dragon of royal birth than most of the Tenkai gods Gojun had met so far. He had caught the Commander’s eye every time they had been in the same room, and he had often wondered what Konzen Douji’s “story” was, beyond being the Merciful Goddess’ nephew.

But right now his story apparently was that he had a dire need for a conference with the Dragon King, Gojun mused to himself as he stepped forward to intervene.

“Gentlemen, please, please. Corporal, I appreciate your diligence, but I’m sure I can fit a conference with this gentleman into my schedule, especially this late in the day.”
He bowed slightly in the direction of his visitor, “Sir, if you will excuse my Corporal’s protectiveness of me - Konzen Douji-sama, isn’t it? - and just step into my office with me, I’ll be happy to do whatever I can to accommodate you.”

Konzen grudgingly released the Corporal, not without casting one last withering look in his direction, and followed Gojun’s broad gesture conveying him into his office.
Gojun tried to placate his ruffled assistant as much as he could, within the bounds of diplomacy.

“Thank you Corporal, that will be all for the day. Dismissed.” With a crisp salute Gojun dispatched the dismayed adjutant, who still seemed to have concerns for his superior’s safety in the company of this angry, ill-mannered little god, shut the door of the outer office behind him and grudgingly departed.

“Now, Konzen-sama, to what do I owe this honor today?” Gojun asked, bowing deeply before he seated himself behind his desk again and steepling his fingers in front of him on his desk.
Konzen took in the dusky masculine opulence of the Dragon King’s office: the massive burled wood desk, the deep green leather of Gojun’s chair and the matching leather sofa across the room, and the dark paneled walls covered with large mirrors that brightened the dark room and framed maps of both Gojun’s home world and the Underworld below Tenkai. One brass standing lamp in the corner provided the room’s sole artificial light source, along with the fading daylight coming through the windows between the heavy velvet curtains, which were tied back with thick silk ropes and tassels. The wing chair he had been led to was upholstered with figured velvet in a shade complementary to that of the curtains. It was all not Konzen’s usual taste but he had to admit that for what it was, it was all exquisitely executed, giving one a feeling of masculine comfort yet elegance, which seemed quite appropriate for the Dragon King, from what he knew of him so far. He struggled to regain his composure after the run-in with the moronic clerk – the last thing he wanted to do was give the Commander the impression that he was nothing but a hothead, especially since he was essentially here to ask him a favor.

Suddenly feeling acutely embarrassed by the display he had made before this important stranger, Konzen returned Gojun’s deep bow, and replied “It’s an honor to meet you, Commander-sama,” in as formal a tone as he could muster, before he seated himself.

He took a deep breath and smoothed down his silks over his knees, composing his face before he looked up at the Dragon King. He was immediately taken with how striking the man was, and surprised that he had never really noticed it when he had seen him before, always from some distance at assorted state functions. The pale skin, the red and yellow saurian eyes, the long white braid, all were incredibly striking, and caused Konzen to take a deep breath and an unintended pause before he spoke, discombobulating him and distracting him from his intended purpose. But there was something about being in the Dragon’s actual presence that was almost unnerving to Konzen, and that surprised him, which he found quite pleasant. In his boring life in Tenkai these days there were precious few surprises or things to actually throw him off his balance, other than, of course, the chibi saru that had moved into his lodgings and taken over his life, which was why he was here.

“I… uh… I… yes, well, please excuse me, I have come to discuss my ward. That is, the young person I seem to have become responsible for.” He felt like he was babbling.
“Ah yes, that would be the young heretic. Yes, I have seen him around the Palace with you. He seems to be a well-behaved enough young lad, and quite fit.”

“Yes, well, not exactly. That’s somewhat my problem, Commander-Sama. He is a bit… undisciplined. Impulsive, you might say. I have tried everything I can think of, and it continues to be a problem, which with his… status… makes it even more of a concern than it would normally be.”
Gojun considered things for a moment. “High-spirited youths are always more troublesome, but I suppose his being a heretic would make his behavior more risky, wouldn’t it?”
Konzen sighed, relieved and grateful that the Commander seemed to be getting his drift despite his nervous incoherence.

“Exactly. But he has gotten excited about the whole military… thing… lately from his friendships with Tenpou Gensui and Kenren Taisho. He admires both of them greatly, and they both have talked the military up to him. He also is apparently friends with Nataku Taishi and I assume is aware of his position. So I was wondering if there was some way we could get him into any kind of military… training or something that would be safe for him, something to harness his energy, perhaps teach him some discipline…”

His voice trailed off. He realized he didn’t really even know exactly what he was asking the man for, that he was probably asking far too much, and suddenly became profoundly embarrassed.

“Please forgive me, Gojun-sama, I’m sure this is much too much to ask; quite impossible, really… I’m sorry for intruding, and taking up your time.” He rose and began to bolt from the room, his face flushed bright red over his gold necklace and lilac silk. It was not in Konzen’s nature to ask for help: he was not good at it, he hated like hell doing it, and it was adding insult to injury to his ego that he was ending up being clumsy and tongue-tied about it as he was attempting to do the damn thing.

Gojun rose quickly and beat Konzen to the door, his hand covering Konzen’s on the doorknob.

“Nonsense, really, Konzen-sama, I think I…”

Gojun looked up from their hands on the doorknob into Konzen’s violet eyes, their faces inches away from each other as he pressed against him near the door. As a frisson of electricity ran through the two divinities as their hands touched. Their eyes flared wide open and their breaths were trapped in suddenly-constricted throats, as they were frozen in the small tableau of sudden intimacy.
Konzen was mesmerized by being so near to the sheer extraordinary alien nature that the Dragon King of the Western Seas represented in Tenkai: he had been the first of his kind to breech the xenophobic invisible walls of racism in Tenkai, and take up semi-permanent residence with his position working with Heaven’s armies, his corporal – brought at his insistence, was still the only other dragon living in Tenkai. Konzen’s eyes were drawn to the strange small horns that peeped from the soft-looking pale shaggy hair, and he was amazed by the delicacy and iridescent sheen of the white scales that covered his skin. There was a fascinating and ever-so-foreign scent that seemed to Konzen to emanate from Gojun like a lure, making his own heart hammer and causing him to begin stiffening within in his silks with each breath he took of the dragon-scented air around them.

Gojun's nostril’s flared as he scented the arousal of the blond god, so different from the scent of his own race when they were sexually-stimulated, but somehow still incredibly alluring to him, especially when combined with whatever spicy fragrance it was that permeated Konzen Douji’s clothes and hair, and hung about him like a provocative cloud. He froze, his hand grasping Konzen’s, unable to let go of the smaller, more delicate hand for some reason that was beyond all reason, as if he was pinned like an insect specimen by those unfathomably arrogant yet intriguing deep violet eyes of his. “Ridiculous,” he thought,” but he felt his hand tightening around Konzen’s nonetheless. He felt chafed by the constraints of his human form for the first time in some time as his natural form slowly stirred, hungry and restless, within him.

Konzen was baffled by his own reaction to the Dragon King’s nearness, and equally unable to fight it. He was instantly and completely compelled to touch this strange being, this foreigner whose physical presence was so totally an anathema to the uniformly bland attractiveness of the kamis in Tenkai. This sudden drive to explore the Commander’s alien but undeniable physical beauty, as well as the patently masculine aura he emanated, had a completely unexpected and overwhelming pull on Konzen. He was as unable to stop himself when his free hand reached up to touch the soft hair and horns that crowned the Dragon’s head: it was as involuntary and inevitable as his next breath.
Gojun did not flinch, but shuddered under his touch, his mind racing at the implications of what was going on. He thought he had heard that Konzen Douji was unattached, but he was definitely the nephew of the Merciful Goddess, with all the implications that involved, and he himself was married with more than one mate and a large brood back at home. He chastised himself that it had been far too long between visits home, or he would not be so vulnerable to this betrayal his body was yielding to now, as he felt his cock hardening against the heavy wool of his uniform breeches. He found himself leaning into Konzen’s touch, and a low moan built in his throat as the blond kami’s hand began to tentatively touch and explore the flesh of his face, and ran a forefinger lightly around his lips.

When Konzen’s hand slid down to curl lightly around the long column of his neck, a particularly sensitive spot of the Dragon’s, the last of Gojun’s resistance fell. The hand that had been covering Konzen’s moved to lock the door and slid up the kami’s arm and around his slender waist, crushing him to his chest, pulling their bodies together decisively in a firm embrace.

Konzen’s arms flew around Gojun and they both groaned with desire as their bodies met, nuzzling and seeking for a long hanging instant before their lips finally met. Tentative at first, they soon deepened it into a long series of exploring kisses of increasing ferocity, their bodies moving against each other as their need flamed quickly. Konzen began impatiently working at the many buttons of the military uniform, and Gojun began fumbling hastily with the kami’s complicated garment of silks and jewelry. Both were frustrated quickly by the recalcitrant garments, and soon were laughing at themselves together, agreeing it might be best to avoid rending each other’s complex garments in their agitated haste.

“Allow me,” Gojun said, and began rapidly removing his uniform. Konzen wasted no time in removing his own clothing and jewelry as well and leaving it in a glittering lavender pool on the floor.

“I never realized before how complicated that outfit is,” he said with a wry grin as he stepped back to the matter at hand. He was pulled up short by his first sight of the fully-stripped Dragon, and stopped to take a long appreciative look, sighing raggedly as the sight served to increase his desire exponentially.

“You really are quite beautiful, you know,” he said in a low purr.

Gojun was embarrassed by the praise, and blushed and growled as he reached for the willowy blond, straining not to crush him against his chest, “It’s I should be saying that, not you, Konzen-sama.”

He slid his hands around the planes of Konzen’s body, and shivered as Konzen did the same on his. Neither man seemed to be able to get enough of their tactile exploration of each other, drinking in the feeling of the foreign flesh under their fingers like it was fine wine, and arching under the other’s touch. Gojun carefully raked his claws across the god’s chest and grinned as the small nipples pebbled to his touch: it was an idiosyncrasy of human kamis that never ceased to amuse him.

Konzen traced his hands lightly up and down the raised column of Gojun’s vertebrae and unbraided his long thick braid, running his fingers through the soft white hair and over his sensitive horns.
When he knew his own desire was beginning to get the better of him, the Dragon King ran his hand down between them and carefully curled his long slender fingers around both of their cocks. Konzen moaned deeply and arched into his touch and soon they found a natural rhythm together as the Dragon skillfully flicked his wrist and ran the pad of his thumb around their slick shiny heads. Within minutes Konzen stiffened and groaned and his hot release striped their bellies. The sight of the beautiful blond god’s face lost in passion was all it took to cause Gojun to lose control and add his spend to Konzen’s, the climax short, intense, and stunning.

Momentarily breathless and spent, the two simply stood, clinging together and panting, until Gojun regained his senses and led them to his sofa. Spreading a blanket out over the cold leather first, he beckoned Konzen to sit, and kneeled before him. The blond looked at him with his brows furrowed questioningly, and Gojun smiled sagely and gently smoothed the kami’s wrinkled forehead with his thumbs. He kissed him, lightly at first, then once again building to a more passionate timbre, sweeping the young god along with him in a fresh wave of mutual desire.

Gojun began to kiss a trail with his long pointed tongue from Konzen’s neck down his body, taking his time and slowly tracing small circles and little taut kisses all the way down the kami’s abdomen, until he reached Konzen’s cock. Cupping his tight balls lightly in one hand, he dragged his tongue up the length of his sex and slowly around the head, grinning to himself as the young god became completely hard again almost instantly under his ministrations.

Konzen groaned and cursed as Gojun began to take his full length in his mouth, gently and slowly at first, and then more rapidly and roughly. It seemed like the dragon was encouraging him to fuck his mouth: Konzen hesitated at first to respond, yet when he did Gojun’s efforts became even more vehement. Deciding to give the Dragon what he apparently wanted, Konzen had reached down to place his hands on the soft hair of the dragon’s head, to better hold it and thrust, when Gojun suddenly looked up at him with an almost eerie glint in his red and yellow saurian eyes, and a wickedly happy grin.

The Dragon King quickly rose and deftly yanked off the tasseled silk ropes that held back the heavy velvet drapes, pulling the drapes closed as he did.

“I meant to close those anyhow: heaven knows we certainly don’t need an audience for our… meeting,” he grinned again as he returned to the sofa.

“You have no reason to trust me, but I am asking you to,” he said in a soft voice as he stood over Konzen, fingering the crimson ropes. “You need only simply say ‘stop’ at any time you wish, and you have my word of honor as an officer I will release you immediately.”

His heart raced as he waited for Konzen to respond. He had never been able to get his wives to indulge this whimsy of his, only the occasional courtesan back home, and to be able to do it with someone, particularly a male, and one as exotic as Konzen Douji, was erotic beyond his wildest imaginings. Konzen looked up at him and mirrored his salacious grin as he replied with a silent and unhesitating nod, his violet eyes dark with lust, making Gojun wonder if the ropes weren’t a secret fantasy of his own.

Taking the same hand of Konzen’s that he had first touched on the doorknob, Gojun brought it to his lips and turned it inwards, kissing the wrist over the pulse point. He bit it gently, inhaling deeply of Konzen’s aroused scent and savoring his taste, and noting with pleasure the rapidity of his heartbeat. Slipping the scarlet rope around his wrist and knotting it he secured it to one of the cast iron candle sconces bolted into the wall on either side of the large mirror over the couch. He did the same with the other arm, and when he stepped back to look at the results was supremely pleased with his handiwork, noting that the fire in Konzen’s eyes only seemed to have intensified. The image of the lovely naked kami, with his blond hair spilling over his shoulders, and the blood red of the silk ropes a stark but lovely contrast against his ever-so-pale skin, was definitely fanning the flames of his own ardor. He was almost embarrassed by how prominently his own sex stood out from his body now, pointing straight at Konzen, rampant and pale violet at the tip. There was nothing for it but to return to his original task, and he dropped back to his knees and began stimulating Konzen again.

Konzen was intensely grateful when the Dragon fell to his knees – he had been hoping he would, but was hardly in a position to demand anything at the moment. The ropes were hardly uncomfortable, his wrists were just above his head, and his arms were slightly slack, but the knot was definitely snug and he was completely restrained, which apparently did as much for Gojun as it did for him. The idea of being at the mercy of this ever-so-strange stranger did things for Konzen that he had never experienced before, made him want things he had never known he could want. And in the supreme boredom that his life in Tenkai had become, that was amazing and wondrous in and of itself, and imminently desirable.

Konzen thought Gojun would go back to letting him fuck his mouth, as much as he could in this restrained position, preferably fast and furious, as he was quite sure that was what he wanted now, but much to his surprise the Dragon King took a completely different tack, taking his sweet time and going tortuously slow, tempting and teasing Konzen, kissing and dragging that sinuous tongue of his all around the sensitive skin of his groin and thighs and hips – everywhere but his aching swollen cock. He would start somewhere at a distance from his cock, and dance some sort of sensuous tease of a dance with his mouth – a series of soft sucking kisses from Konzen’s ankle to his balls, for instance – stopping just short of the delicious desired fulfillment of his mouth on the kami’s sex every damned time, causing Konzen to squirm and twist against his bonds, moaning in frustration.
Next the Dragon pulled Konzen’s ass closer to the edge of the couch and snaked himself down lower to the floor, and began lapping and kissing at the area behind just his balls, and the young blond thought he was going to lose it completely then and there. Gojun hardened his tongue and dragged it up and down, and found just the perfect angle to drive Konzen insane, almost as if he was moving inside him hitting the same spot. Konzen’s eyes were squeezed shut as his head arched back against the couch, and his hands were fisted, his fingernails digging small white crescents into his palms as he strained against his bonds. He didn’t remember ever being so close to coming without either fucking or somebody somehow touching his cock, and it amazed him – but he didn’t think he could take much more of it.

“Gojun-sama, please…”

The Dragon rocked back on his heels, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“Ready for something more, ne?”

“Yes, please… now…” Konzen said urgently, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt.

“Ask, and you shall receive,” the Dragon King said, grinning smugly. Konzen heaved a relieved sigh.

Gojun stood and slowly deliberately moved several feet away from Konzen to perch on the edge of his desk. He reached around and pulled a bottle of hand lotion covered in illegible script out of his drawer and squeezed a moderate amount out into his palm. A seductive spicy-citrusy scent wafted through the room. Konzen couldn’t take his eyes off of him, the elegant, but powerful way he moved, and the curves and shadows of that pale iridescent skin, so taut over his lean muscular frame.

“So you want more, yes?” the Gojun asked as he began to palm his long, slightly-curved cock with the hand with the lotion on it, letting out a long hiss as he began. “How about a little of this?”

The normally reserved and almost shy Dragon King began to stroke his cock in front of Konzen, his grin dissolving into an “O” of pleasure and his bi-colored eyes fluttering shut as he continued. The other hand slid down to cup and lightly scratch his balls, then up his abdomen to scrape across the flesh of his neck. Gojun shuddered as his claws left a small trail of tiny raised red lines across his pale scaled skin. He had to stop and grab the head of his cock then to stop himself from coming, the feelings became so intense, especially when he opened his eyes and saw how dark Konzen’s eyes had become, and how many silver drops were littered across the beautiful god’s skin where they had leaked from his aching and swollen sex.

Konzen could hardly stand it, watching the Dragon jerk off was the most incredibly erotic thing he had ever seen… He felt like he was watching something intensely private, that he would normally never in a million years have been privileged to see, and he had an intuitive feeling that Gojun was not the type to share something like this with his partners often, any more than he was, which made it all the more enthralling and all the more hot as he watched it. He didn’t know why this was happening but he wasn’t about to ruin it by asking why – if nothing else, life with the monkey had taught him that sometimes you just had to go with the flow.

Gojun’s hips began to undulate involuntarily, gracefully, as he continued to stroke himself, and deep rolling sounds almost like thunder began to issue from his throat as he drew closer to his climax. Finally he stopped and took a deep breath to compose himself before stepping back to the sofa.

Kneeling on one knee, he took Konzen’s face in both hands and kissed him almost brutally, his desire surging hard and fast, his natural self restless within him now as his need grew and his release neared. He caught himself thinking of Konzen as prey, and quickly corrected himself, at least enough to keep the young god safe from danger – a small amount of his instinctive behavior always added to the act of love, he had found, as long as the partner was sturdy enough. He thought to himself, in a passing ironic moment, that it truly would be more appropriate for him to be the one restrained, but smiled, thinking of course then it would not be nearly as much fun… The forbidden fruit always was the sweetest on the vine.

Under the circumstances, Gojun did decide that the safest course would be for him to bottom Konzen from the top, however. He wasn’t sure the young kami could tolerate being topped by a Dragon in their first encounter, no matter how much preparation he did, and he just didn’t know that much about Konzen Douji and his history. Besides, since the man was tied, the possibilities were so amusing. Seizing the bottle from the desk he squeezed some of the fluid onto his palm and blew on it to warm it instantly. He curled his hand around Konzen’s cock, eliciting a long satisfied hiss from the blond, his eyes sliding closed blissfully.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Gojun growled amusedly.

He slid Konzen forward on the couch as far as his arms would allow and crouched over him, reaching around to align his opening with Konzen’s sex.

“But you didn’t… we didn’t…” Konzen protested weakly, words failing him once again.

“I appreciate your concern, Konzen-sama, but with all due respect, you don’t know much about the anatomy of us dragons.”

In one long slow glide Gojun slid himself down onto Konzen, resting on his heels and grasping the back of the couch for balance. Konzen let out a long gasp as he felt the tight glove of the Dragon’s body close around his cock, hot and pulsing and alive, and so much better than his hand or even his mouth could ever be, as skilled as he had proven he was. Konzen’s eyes slid closed again and his head fell back, and for the first time he wished his hands were free. He wanted to stroke the Dragon, to pleasure him somehow in return for giving him such pleasure. As it was all he could do was arch his hips up instinctively to meet him, and wait for his senses to return from the initial onslaught of such intense delight.

Using his powerful thigh muscles as pistons, Gojun rose and fell over Konzen, arching his hips several times in slow lingering arcs and hissing with each fall, before finally sliding his legs behind him and settling down in Konzen’s lap. The movement impaled him even deeper on the kami’s cock, and Konzen’s head fell forward against Gojun’s. As Gojun began to roll himself on top of Konzen now the young kami fell into a rhythm along with him, arching up with him and driving himself into him as Gojun thrust down. They kissed at first but it eventually proved too distracting as their arousal built. Gojun’s head fell back as he lost himself in the act, and Konzen’s eyes fell on that beautiful pale neck, striped by the self-inflicted scratches, laid out before him like a nearly-bare canvas, inviting his mouth to express all that his bound hands couldn’t. As his hips rolled, Konzen’s tongue and teeth seized on that soft flesh with its faint tracery of scales, kneading it with his tongue and nipping it with his teeth.

Gojun cried out under the blond god’s efforts: Konzen had found his one weakness, and so quickly, and it was driving him swiftly over the edge. His climax was growing nearer with each joined thrust and each swipe of that soft, skillful tongue against the exquisitively-sensitive skin of his neck. He growled as he tried to fight his slipping control, not wanting it to be over too quickly, but the more the kami worked on his neck, the more his inner Dragon, atavistic and essential, stirred within him.
He knew it would soon become a matter beyond his control, that the tide that was building within him could not be held back much longer.

Determined to take his new companion with him, he rippled the muscles of his core around Konzen’s cock, a skill dragons were highly proud of but didn’t advertise that they had, and Konzen bit down sharply and suddenly into his neck, arching up hard and fast towards him, against him. The sudden friction the against the perfect spots both inside his body and outside where his cock was trapped between them, combined with the delicious feeling of those pearly teeth of Konzen’s finally sinking into the flesh of his neck, finally released the furious, pent-up waves of pleasure that had been building inside the Dragon King, and his spend flew hot and wild out onto both of their bodies as he growled and thrust down as hard as he could onto Konzen Douji’s cock.

Konzen hadn’t thought he was quite that close to coming but when he felt that delicious mysterious tight hot rippling sensation around his sex, that finished him off in that instant, and his world went white. He didn’t even remember biting the Dragon’s neck until he came to his senses afterwards and saw the circular indentation from his teeth, small bright pinpoints of blood already poking through the breaks in the pale skin. Small after-spasms still rippled through him every time he moved, and his heart was still pounding relentlessly.

“Oh, my gods,” he said, struggling to get his breathing back under control, “S-so sorry, Gojun-sama…”

Gojun lifted his head from where he was resting it on Konzen’s shoulder with his eyes closed blissfully. He was reluctant to pull his face out of its nest of fragrant soft blond hair to look at Konzen, but then when he saw that pornographic china-doll face, with those kiss-swollen lips and fuck-flushed cheeks, he reconsidered. Konzen Douji truly was a thing of beauty, even more so in these… er… circumstances, and it made it so easy to give credence to his impressively-divine lineage.

“Think nothing of it,” he laughed softly, “we dragons are quite sturdy, and that happens to be one of my most … sensitive… areas. It felt quite…wonderful, actually.” He drew his forefinger slowly along Konzen’s high cheekbone, and pulled several long strands of blond silk back from his face, since the god couldn’t do it for himself. He happened to notice the wall clock in the mirror behind him when he glanced up at Konzen’s bonds, and cursed to himself softly.

“I hate to say this, very much so, but I have a state function to attend in a half hour… My ass will be diplomatic toast if I don’t make an appearance.” He reached up and started untying his willing captive, massaging the kami’s wrists gently as he did.

“Oh fuck!” Konzen spat as he checked the clock himself. “I’m supposed to be at the same goddamn thing. And if I don’t go, I’ll never hear the end of it from the Merciless Hag.”

Gojun grinned, “I’ve never heard the Kannon referred to in quite that manner before.”

“Tch. You don’t know her as well as I do,” Konzen grumbled, reluctantly rising on wobbly legs and slipping back into his clothes.

“No, I suppose not,” the Dragon replied, slipping his uniform pants on, grateful that the high collar of his jacket would hide all evidence of his indiscretion from prying eyes. “Listen… Konzen-sama, I think I understand what you want for Goku-kun, and I believe I can help. I’m sure my men can help the boy. I’ll jot down some ideas for training plans, and messenger them to you tomorrow. Would that be acceptable?”

Konzen finished dressing hastily and turned to face the Commander gratefully.

“Thank you… for everything, Gojun-sama,” he said, smiling and bowing. It was clear to both of them from his tone he was talking about more than just the potential training for the bakasaru.

Gojun bowed slightly in return, and smiled. “Under the circumstances, I think you can at least drop the ‘sama’, don’t you?” he said as he conducted Konzen to the door of his office, “at least when you’re in here.” The clearly positive ring in the Commander’s voice left no doubt in Konzen’s mind that return visits to his office would be welcome.

“As you wish, Gojun,” Konzen smiled back at the Dragon King, bowing slightly.

As he left the Commander’s office, Konzen waved over his shoulder, murmuring quietly to himself, “I think life in Tenkai just got a little less dull.”

~owari~