Title:
Author: Car Jack
Beta: ditch_gospel
Series/Characters: Saiyuki - Homura/Zenon
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex and violence
Disclaimer: Saiyuki
is owned by Minekura Kazuya
The smell of blood and death hung heavy in the air, bodies littering the
celestial floor of the Heavenly Hall. Gods who were immortal, who thought
themselves invulnerable, lay dead – cut down by three of their own.
"Oi, Homura.
We should leave." Zenon broke the silence,
his voice strained with an undercurrent of residual aggression, his lit
cigarette bobbing with the motion of his lips and waving a stream of smoke
before his face.
"Not yet," the war prince answered from his position sprawled
in the large throne at the head of the hall, "It
would be a shame to let such a sight be wasted. Enjoy it." Homura smiled over at the soldier.
"Enjoy it," Zenon repeated to himself
as he stepped between bodies. He refused to look at the faces of the
dead, not wanting to see the visages of those he knew. Homura watched him.
The third person of the three stood slightly off to the side, seemingly
somewhat detached from the other two. But he was still one of them.
"It has begun," Shien stated. The
willowy god seemed to make a point of studying each and every face of each and
every god lying dead on the marbled tiles.
"Yes. The wheels are now in motion." Homura stood from the throne, his sword still blazing and
his bi-colored eyes still trained on Zenon. He watched as the god bent and picked up a
rifle that a guard had tried to use to defend himself, but of course a weapon
like that was no good against another god. Zenon
ran his hands over the barrel, as if exploring it, then
slung it over his shoulder. "It is time to descend to the world
below where my brother, Son Goku, now roams."
He surveyed the destruction he and his comrades had wrought. Holy blood
and gore covered his cape and was spattered on his hands and face, painting him
in the color of the start of his revenge. "Then
let us go. We are done here."
"Hai," Shien
responded, phasing out.
"Hai," Zenon
agreed, sharing a brief look with Homura before he, too, phased out.
Homura took one last look at
the carnage, a smile of satisfaction and anticipation softening his mismatched
eyes. Giving a last look over the hall, he, too, phased out.
***
He had chosen an old, ruined manor at the edge of an encroaching
forest. The building and grounds had been abandoned a scant decade or two
– a blink of an eye to a god – but still stood secure. Homura walked the empty rooms, waiting, unwashed from his
massacre. His adrenaline still surged – not just from the recent carnage,
but also for what was to come.
He didn't have to wait long. A minor disturbance of energy
announced the arrival of whom he was waiting for and he turned toward the
entrance of the room he stood in, seeing Zenon stride
through the doorway. He studied his soldier, looking for signs of injury
or distress. Blood still covered the ginger-haired man and Homura's heart sped up in anticipation of smelling it on Zenon. The rifle was still slung over his shoulder
and he stood just inside the room, starring hard at his prince.
"How do you fair, Zenon? Were you
injured at all?" Homura inquired as he
approached his battle-scarred comrade.
"No, I didn't take a single hit. It was too easy compared to
subjecting youkai." He swung his new rifle
off his shoulder and left it leaning against the wall, as he faced his prince.
"Was it? You found it so easy to kill?" Homura strode close enough to see the rapid rise and fall
of Zenon's chest and hear his excited
breathing. His own wasn't much better. "You had seemed
disturbed earlier."
"Not disturbed so much as unsettled. Surprised it wasn't as
difficult as I thought it would be," Zenon
replied.
Homura reached out and rubbed
some of the dried, flaking blood off Zenon's cheek
and touched an area where it had caked into his hair. "You have been
baptized in the blood of your brethren. How do you feel?"
"I feel … strange." Zenon's own
hands were fingering the stains of blood covering Homura,
many still damp. His uncovered eye was dilated and intense. "My
heart is-"
"-pounding," Homura finished for Zenon, his palm pressed against the hard beat in his
soldier's chest. "And adrenaline is still rushing through your
veins. Your muscles are still tensed in anticipation of another
attack. Your whole being is exhilarated over being alive and having
vanquished your enemies."
"Yes. Yes, yes, and yes! I had no idea!" He
cupped his hands behind Homura's head and drew him
close enough to speak his words into the war god's mouth. "This is
what you feel every time you return from a battle? Do you feel this power
that comes from the knowledge that you actually do hold another's life
in your hands?"
"Yes, every time," Homura breathed, then their mouths were too occupied to talk as they joined
them together in a hungry, desperate kiss. Zenon
devoured his prince's mouth, sinking his tongue inside to slide full length
against Homura's, their teeth scraping together.
"I want more," Zenon rasped as he
pulled his mouth away from Homura's. "I
want to smell more blood and hear the screams of my foes. I want to
obliterate an army and fuck you amongst the remaining carnage." He
grabbed Homura's hips and ground them into his own,
showing his prince how aroused he was. Homura's
own erection was just as pronounced.
"Then come, Zenon. A band of youkai is settled a small distance from here – do you feel
their aura? They are crazed from the minus wave and unpredictable –
slaughtering everything in their path. Come."
"Yes. Yes, Homura.
Let us go find them."
In a blur of air, the two traveled the short
distance to where the band of forty or fifty youkai
caroused around several small campfires. They were in the throes of a
feast from their latest village massacre, obviously still filled with their own
blood lust as they fought amongst themselves and passed around those few humans
still alive for their carnal pleasures.
Homura looked down at the
corrupt revelries and grinned, the anticipation of the coming fight sending
endorphins flooding through him as he and Zenon
alighted on the ground just outside the youkai
line. Zenon, eager for the rush of power,
strode forward and un-slung his new rifle. Homura
reached out and stopped him long enough to devour his mouth in another hard,
ravishing kiss. He shoved the soldier up against a tree and pressed himself
against him, rocking. Sinking his fingers into ginger-orange locks, he
fisted Zenon's hair.
"Let yourself loose, Zenon. Go all
out. I'll be right by your side."
Zenon grinned a fierce smile,
more a baring of teeth, and the two moved toward the
encampment. With little effort, they mowed their way through their
opponents; the sound of gunfire and the roaring flames of a sword intermingling
with screams and enraged battle cries. It wasn't until they reached the center of the encampment that one of the tents exploded out
into the transformation of a huge lizard-like creature, feet crushing the tents
around them and tongue flicking at the air around it.
Homura smiled, his sword
flaring in a burst of fire.
He rushed the demon, meeting it halfway as the two of them clashed.
More blood and gore rained down on him as he cut through the leathery hide of
the creature. A scream of pain and rage deafened him and he stabbed
upward, aiming for its throat and felt the satisfying thunk
of hitting bone. He shoved harder, the smell of burned flesh rancid in
his nose as the flames of his sword cauterized the flesh he was carving up, and
felt the blade sever through the vertebrate of the youkai's
neck, defeating the demon. As it fell, he became aware that a second
lizard demon had appeared and was battling with Zenon.
He turned in time to witness his soldier get swiped by the demon's tail,
throwing him several yards into the trees.
Snarling, Homura prepared to unleash the dragon
from his sword when in a streak of orange and sea-blue, Zenon
shot by him back towards the huge creature, a long-bladed knife in his
hand. The other god scrambled up the back of the giant youkai and plunged the knife into its neck, severing the
spinal cord and spraying dark blood all over himself
and the surrounding trees.
The dying monster thrashed, screaming loud enough for Homura's
ears to ring, and fell to the ground, still writhing in its death throes.
Zenon held on to the hilt of his knife, his body bucking
and tossing about in all directions, but he managed to maintain his grip until,
with one final, plaintive mew, the youkai went still.
Zenon maneuvered
his knees under him and knelt on the dead creature's neck, and with a vicious
heave, pulled his weapon free. Homura stayed
standing where he was, his eyes still glowing – burning with an anticipatory
hunger, and he watched as his soldier and lover got to his feet. Even in
the low light of the night Homura could see that Zenon was literally covered in blood and gore.
Homura watched as Zenon climbed down from the corpse. The soldier
slowly turned his head to look at his prince, taking a step towards him.
Another step and the war prince dispersed his sword, his heart racing and his
breathing changing rhythm. Zenon's stride was
slow and cat like – stalking him. Homura
shifted and planted his feet, preparing himself. The urge to kill was
satisfied but another urge – just as strong – took its place.
The closer Zenon got to him, the faster the
soldier strode until, about 10 yards away, Zenon
phased out. Homura had time to blink,
surprised, when Zenon phased back in again, right in
front of him, bowling him over and tackling the two of them to the
ground. Homura grunted, bucking up and fisting
both his hands into Zenon's ginger locks, forcing the
soldier's head up into position for a kiss, savage and raw. Zenon was just as brutal, his hands ripping at Homura's clothes and carelessly tossing the chain spanning Homura's wrists over their heads.
The coppery, metallic smell of blood was almost all Homura
could smell and here and there the pained sounds of dying youkai
could still be heard, if he were listening for such things. But he wasn't.
All he was hearing was the harsh breathing and desperate gasps coming from his
lover. He wrestled Zenon's jacket off his
shoulders and over his arms, flipping the two of them and onto the discarded
jacket as Zenon was distracted.
Zenon resisted the change in
position. A savage grimace twisted his face and a fist grabbed Homura's hair jerking his head aside and throwing the war
prince off balance just enough to enable Zenon to
buck him off. Homura fought back and the two
rolled and thrashed in the blood soaked dirt. A hard fist connected with
the war prince's jaw, snapping his head to the side, and his own fist swung in
a backhanded punch to connect to Zenon's
cheekbone. Homura paused, briefly worrying he
may have injured his lover, but the soldier only shook it off and jerked the
prince forward for another kiss.
Hands yanked at waistbands and tore at shirts, the two gods trying to
strip each other of what they were wearing, needing to feel and touch and
devour. In a matter of a few scant minutes, both gods were naked and
covered in dirt and blood and sweat, their skin coated in slippery grit.
Zenon's hands slipped on Homura's shoulders, so he again grabbed hold of the shaggy
black hair at his disposal, and forced Homura face
first into the ground. The war prince sputtered, his mouth full of dirt,
and he felt the hard length of Zenon's cock press
into the crease of his ass. He tried to lift his head up to gasp in some
air but Zenon kept his face down, his cock seeking
entrance. Growling, Homura jabbed an elbow into
Zenon's ribs, hard and solid, and the other god
jerked back, allowing Homura to crawl out from under
him.
"Damn it, Homura!" Zenon rasped, a hand covering the injured area as he backed
off, self-preservation momentarily breaking through his haze of lust.
Whirling on his soldier, Homura shoved him down,
pinning his back to the ground and straddling him, one hand closed over his
throat. He eased up on his grip, allowing Zenon
some air, and the soldier rose up in another attempt to dislodge his commander,
but Homura simply slammed him back down. The
war prince swiped his forearm across his face in an attempt to wipe away some
of the dirt but only accomplished smearing it in a muddy streak.
Mismatched eyes scanned the prone god before a slow, lazy smile spread across
the war god's face. One hand pressed against Zenon's
chest, holding him down, as Homura rose to his
knees. Reaching back with his other hand, he gripped his soldier's cock,
lifting it up and guiding himself down on top of it. He winced slightly
as his unprepared passage was stretched by the invading flesh.
Once he was fully seated, Homura paused,
adjusting. Zenon's hands ran restlessly over
his prince's thighs and hips, also adjusting to the heat and constriction of
being forced into the other god. "Fuck, Homura.
Don't…" Zenon's objection dwindled away as the
war god lifted up and settled back down, grimacing at the tug and pull on the
skin of his unlubricated ass. "Don't want
to hurt you, Homura," Zenon
whispered, almost contrary to his previous actions. And he was unable to stop
himself from arching into the movement.
Homura paused again and looked
down at Zenon, sprawled under him. The slow
smile he gave him had a savage touch to it, his eyes bright in
anticipation. "You can't hurt me, Zenon.
Not really," he drawled. Reaching down, Homura
grabbed a fist full of orange hair and dragged the soldier into a half sitting
position. Staring him hard in the eyes, he lifted his chain and
deliberately dropped it behind the other god, getting it out of the way. "Kiss
me," he ordered, pulling Zenon's head to his own
and devouring the soldier's mouth without waiting for a reply. As Zenon responded, Homura again
began to move.
Homura's cock was trapped between
them, smearing both their bellies with his leaking essence. It could
almost be surprising how quickly the urge to kill had been replaced with the
urge to fuck. Watching Zenon massacre the
enemy, then come at him drenched in blood made Homura's
own blood burn with a need to feel his soldier driving into him with the same
uncontrolled ferocity. He sunk both hands into unruly, spiky hair as he
kissed Zenon, then attempted to hold him closer by
wrapping one arm around the other's shoulders and burying his face into Zenon's neck, pouring bites and sucking kisses all over the
side of Zenon's neck and the top of his shoulder.
Zenon had stopped objecting
and grabbed Homura's hips, increasing their pace by
moving the heretic's hips faster and harder in his lap. The sound of the
war prince's moans and heavy breathing drowned out all other sound and Zenon was unaware his own voice was making sounds that were
driving the war god just as mad. Homura jerked
his head up and managed to grasp Zenon's bottom lip
between his teeth and bit down, hard enough to break the skin. Zenon gave a shocked grunt and tried to jerk back until he
felt his lip pulled and held tight between Homura's
teeth. He drew up short, but Homura was already
letting up on his bite and was now suckling on his lip, licking and sucking on
his blood, savoring its rich flavor.
Zenon fisted a handful of Homura's hair and jerked his head back, tearing his mouth
away and shuddering at the surge of adrenaline and lust the pain caused.
The trail of new blood leaking from his lip was lost amongst all the other
blood smeared over him. He swore Homura was
going to be the death of him.
Needing more, Homura leaned back, one hand
grasping Zenon's shoulder, and he undulated
his hips, bringing Zenon's cock even deeper into
him. His head rolling back, he groaned, loud and long as his fingers dug painfully
into the muscle of his soldier. His other hand wrapped around his cock
and squeezed, holding off his orgasm as long as he could as Zenon
snarled before him.
Homura didn't feel the
movement; he only felt the cold earth under his back to tell him that Zenon had rolled them so that Homura
now lay under him. His legs were hoisted over the soldier's shoulders and
Homura curled up into himself, Zenon
driving wildly into him. Homura could feel his
orgasm continue to build, gaining strength, and he didn't know how long he
could hold it off. He didn't know how long he wanted to hold it off.
Zenon jerked forward, slapping
his hand into the blood soaked earth under his prince and his uncovered eye
glaring possessively at the god under him. Homura
grinned a challenge back at him, having no breath to
voice it. Growling, Zenon snapped his head down
and sank his teeth into Homura's neck, where it
joined to his shoulder. Homura bucked up and
shouted. Zenon would have backed off but for
the fact that Homura threw up a hand and grabbed that
back of his head, preventing him from moving away from the spot. So he
dug his teeth in deeper and tasted a spurt of the war god's own blood on his
tongue.
Homura jerked, a pained cry
bursting from his lips. His body locked up and a burst of energy – an
eerily familiar energy – burst out from the war god, just as a burst of warm
cum shot out to coat both their bodies. Zenon rode out his lover's orgasm, waiting until Homura began to settle before he let his own peak wash over
him.
When he was finally able to peel himself away from where he was plastered
on top of his prince, he looked around. The grass and shrubs that had
survived the battle were flattened out in a seventy-five foot radius, radiating
out from them. The bodies of the youkai were
gone.
Yes, one day, Homura was going to be the death
of him.
-end
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