Author : lillypuff
Email: lilly_puff22 (at) yahoo (dot)
com
LiveJournal: http://lillypuff.livejournal.com
Pairing : Kenren x Tenpou
Rating : NC-17
Warning(s) : smut, blood, language, you know, the usual.
Prompt:
Tenpou/Kenren: uniforms, a hint of blood,
and seriously non-regulation fraternization.
Summary : He wondered what the Gods would think of
their version of divine worship…
Disclaimer : Sadly, Saiyuki does not
belong to me. I wish it did =) Just having some fun. Don't sue me, I don't have any money anyway.
Random
Notes: Another fic written for an Anonymous Saiyuki Kink Meme prompt. I had this idea since the
beginning of the meme, but it took a long time for me to get it written.
"Do you think that's all of them?" Kenren asked as he surveyed the damage around him.
"Hmm. Let's hope," Tenpou
replied absent mindedly, "there was hardly
a point of sending the army down here in the first place. A second time
would be a waste."
Kenren listened to Tenpou as he walked a
small circle around the main chamber of the monastery. He felt like he was
being watched, but he chalked it up to post battle nerves, only he and Tenpou were in the chamber, everything else either dead or
part of the Heavenly Army, surveying the rest of the holy temple. They
were alone, no one was watching them, unless…
Kenren stopped his idle strolling and looked at Tenpou,
who was indeed looking back at him.
"Um, Tenpou?"
The
Marshal shook his head, as if clearing it of some thought, "Hmmm?"
"What's
up?"
"Nothing…"
Tenpou paused for a moment, as if he were taking in
the sight before him. "You're bleeding, you know."
Kenren had felt something trickling down his face, but he had thought
it was sweat until that moment. He removed one of his gloves and ran his
hand over the area he now realized was a bit tender. When he pulled it
back, there was indeed blood.
"Well,
I'll be damned." Kenren said through a
chuckle. He couldn't remember the last time he had been
injured. Well, at least not the last time he'd been injured on duty…
"Do
try to be more careful next time General," came Tenpou's voice, startling Kenren
out of his thoughts. Tenpou was now standing
before him, rather close. Kenren held back the fuck
that wanted to escape from his lips. How the hell did he cover the
ground between us so quick?
"Oh
relax Tenpou, it's only a scratch," Kenren replied as he began to wipe his hand clean on the
leather of his uniform. "Besides, we don't die easy."
"Or
not at all, some would say," Tenpou stated
plainly as he continued to eye Kenren's wound,
"but that is not the point. How would it look to your subordinates if
they saw you injured. How would it look to your commanders?"
"Well,
from the way you're eyeing me, I'd say I look pretty good to my commander at
the moment."
Tenpou raised an eyebrow at Kenren who
merely smiled his playboy smile. The General watched as Tenpou removed one of his own gloves and reached toward the
wound on the his head. The Field Marshal's touch
was lighter then Kenren expected as he ran a finger
up the line of blood that had trickled down his cheek. When Tenpou's finger grazed the small wound, Kenren
hissed lightly. It didn't hurt, it tingled. It didn't feel like pain,
more like a fleeting pleasure.
He
stared at Tenpou who merely stared back, hand now
hovering back above the cut. In the Field Marshal's gaze Kenren could see the gears at work. He knew Tenpou could read him like an open book. Hell, he loved
the fact that Tenpou could read him so well, it made things easier in the long run. All he
needed was an invitation and Kenren would have his
Marshal stripped before he knew what hit him. Tenpou
ran the blood speckled finger against his gorgeous lips and tasted it with his
pink tongue and Kenren assumed that was invitation
enough.
With
a fierceness that was almost necessary considering their situation, Kenren seized Tenpou at the hips
with his hands as he backed the Marshal up against the nearest support pillar
the chamber had to offer. Tenpou's head thudded
against the pillar as Kenren took him in a harsh
kiss, their tongues entwining with each other. Kenren
could taste his own blood on Tenpou's lips, he could
hear their breathing speed up, feel their hearts pounding. And despite how
much he wanted to make this last, he knew they had to be quick. Any number
of soldiers could walk in at any moment, or worse yet, Goujun;
and he'd be damned if the exalted high and mighty Dragon King of the Western
Sea was going to crash his party.
The
feel of Tenpou's hand entangling itself in his short,
black hair brought Kenren from his thoughts and his
focus once again returned to the man he had pinned against a pillar in the
middle of a now dead temple. Kenren moaned as Tenpou pulled his head back and began to kiss and bite his
neck. Not being able to see clearly with his head pulled back, Kenren began to fumble his hands over the buckles, snaps
and buttons of Tenpou uniform coat, undoing each one
that held the coat tight against the Marshal's body. When he knew the coat
was fully opened he freed himself of the grip Tenpou
had on his hair, as much as it pained him to do so, and began to place rough
kisses and bites along the well defined stomach and chest of his
commander. Tenpou moaned his lovely moan under
the General's ministrations and returned his hand to it's
former grip amongst Kenren's hair. Kenren grunted with delight and, dropping to his knees,
began to unzip Tenpou pants with one hand while
unbuckling the Marshal's boots with the other.
When
Tenpou's swollen cock was free of it's
constraints Kenren took it in his hand, giving it a
few rough strokes before taking it into his mouth and Kenren
thought, as he always did, that he would die happy if he could hear those
pleasant moans from Tenpou on his way out. The
sounds combined with Tenpou's firm grip in his hair
made Kenren's own hardened dick throb and he wanted
nothing more then to fuck Tenpou hard and fast.
Kenren paused for a moment, letting Tenpou's
cock slide out of his mouth as he gazed up at his Marshal who was now stripped
of his boots and pants, leaning against the pillar dressed only in the leather
coat of his uniform. Kenren couldn't remember a
time when Tenpou has looked more divine and he
couldn't think of a better place for him to be on his knees before him.
Still
making eye contact, Kenren began to rise to his feet
as he unbuttoned his own leather coat. When he was once again face to face
with Tenpou, he caught his commander in a rough kiss
as he began to lead Tenpou to a short flight of
stairs that would lead them to the temple's altar.
Once
at the bottom of the stairs, Kenren gazed longingly
at Tenpou.
"Sit," he
nearly squeaked. He almost expected Tenpou to
laugh at him as a smile played across the Marshal's face, but he did no such
thing. He simply lowered himself to the stairs below him, never taking his
eyes off the General.
Under
Tenpou's scrutiny, Kenren
dropped to his knees again as he began to fumble with the button and zipper of
his own tight pants. Not wanting to waste time kicking off his boots he
merely pulled his pants far enough down to get the job done. His cock now
free, he grabbed it in one hand, stroking softly as he leaned over Tenpou's body which now rested fully against the stairs.
He
briefly ran his tongue along Tenpou's pulsing cock
before placing rough kisses along his upper body once again. Once at Tenpou's neck, he brought his lips to meet his ear as he
positioned his cock at Tenpou's opening.
"I
wonder if any of the monks were thoughtful enough to leave some lube lying around?" Kenren whispered
into his commander's ear.
Tenpou grunted. "Just carry on General."
"Yes,
sir," Kenren replied, taking a moment to slick
his hand, then his cock with his own saliva. At least it would help a
little bit.
Kenren felt Tenpou trying to relax beneath
him as he began to slide slowly inside. He allowed each thrust to go a
little deeper, until Tenpou's hitched breath and low
grunts became those familiar little purrs of pleasure Kenren
liked best. Tenpou began to claw at Kenren's back, his blunt nails scratching the leather of
his coat, but Kenren could still feel the pressure
and it made him shiver.
Kenren began to pick up the pace sliding deep inside Tenpou with quick thrusts as the Marshal entwined his
fingers in Kenren's hair once more, pulling him in
close for a quick kiss before returning his hand to his cock. Kenren could feel Tenpou's hand
and cock rubbing against his stomach, adding to his already heightened
pleasure.
Kenren closed his eyes tight, taking in every movement Tenpou made against him, smelling every scent the temple
had to offer; old incense, sex, sweat, leather, and the blood of the dead youkai. The General couldn't help but wonder if they
were crossing the line at the moment, not that he cared all that
much. Hell, they had probably crossed the line a few times by now,
especially after fucking on Konzen's desk. They
did have a knack for finding interesting places to fulfill
their needs, but he was pretty sure fucking in a now dead and deserted temple
took the cake. He wondered what the Gods would think of their version of
divine worship.
Kenren smiled as he felt Tenpou's hand grip
the back of his neck, pulling him close while his other hand still stroked his
cock with growing speed. Kenren quickened his
pace once again, grunting and moaning with each thrust into Tenpou,
who squeezed and moved around his cock. He ran a hand through Tenpou's longer strands of hair and took a firm grip,
pulling Tenpou's head back,
exposing is long, beautiful neck. Kenren grunted
again at the sight and began to kiss and bite and suck at Tenpou's
neck. The Marshal squirmed underneath him.
"Hnnnn, Kenren…" Tenpou began through heavy breaths and excited moans,
"I'm going to come all over your chest."
The
words sent a shiver straight through Kenren who
grinned against Tenpou's exposed neck. "Mmmm…Just try not to get any on the leather," he
replied through his own heavy breaths.
Tenpou made a noise that sounded like a half laugh half moan,
followed by near screams of pleasure and Kenren
adjust his movements to deep, hard thrusts. He could feel Tenpou's hand making quick strokes on his cock, both rubbing
fiercely against his stomach. Tenpou's nails dug
into the back of his neck.
"Fuck…Kenren…General..." Tenpou
nearly screamed. Kenren moaned appreciatively at
the use of his rank and relished the feel of Tenpou's
come hitting his chest. It was all he needed to find himself gripped in
the pleasures of his own orgasm.
~~~
Kenren lit Tenpou's cigarette, then his
own. He surveyed the Marshal, then himself,
making sure things were in place:
Boots
on and properly tied. Yep.
Tenpou's coat tightly buttoned once again. Yep.
Pants. Yep.
Gloves. Yep.
His
own coat mostly unbuttoned. Yep.
Hair. Still messy, but they had just been in a fight not long
ago. He ran a finger through his short locks none the less.
And
it seemed everything was in order just in time. As he took a drag from his
cigarette and turned to smile at Tenpou he began to
hear the familiar sound of boots clicking against a stone floor.
Tenpou heard it too and rather quickly, the Marshal was up from his
seat on the stairs of the altar, brushing off his uniform as he
straightened up. Kenren began to rise from the
steps with less fervor as Goujun
strode in through the main doors of the chamber.
From
the corner of his eye, Kenren saw Tenpou
salute and he produced his own, far less enthusiastic salute.
"Marshal
Tenpou," Goujun
remarked with a nod, "…General."
Kenren lowered his hand, but not before giving Goujun
a little wave. The Dragon King raised his eyebrows at the informal motion
and Kenren grinned on the inside.
"Marshal,
have your men found anything to report?" Goujun
asked, his attention leaving Kenren for the moment.
"No
sir, this temple is as good as dead," Tenpou
replied.
"Very
well, get your men ready, we're going back up in an hour."
"Yes,
sir," Tenpou replied with a salute.
Kenren watched the exchange, slightly amused. Tenpou was always such a good little soldier. Goujun's attention suddenly switched back to the General
and Kenren found himself trying not to laugh as he
instinctively straightened up. Kenren watched as
the Dragon King appeared to sniff the air. He smiled when Goujun arched an eyebrow in his direction.
"General?"
"Sir?"
"You
are bleeding."
"Oh,
why thank you sir," Kenren replied, sarcasm
dripping from his tongue, "I hadn't noticed."
"Marshal,
you should keep a better eye on your General."
"Yes,
of course sir, I was just thinking that myself," Tenpou
replied in a tone of voice Kenren was none too
pleased to hear. It was a voice that said see,
that exactly what I was talking about.
"Good,"
Goujun replied as he began to turn and walk away,
"I'll see you back in Heaven."
Kenren watched Goujun walk away and heard Tenpou light another cigarette. He turned to face the
Marshal, smiling.
"That
went well." Kenren remarked casually.
"Indeed."
Tenpou replied sarcastically, "See what I meant
about your wound?"
"Oh
shut up Tenpou," Kenren
replied through a chuckle as he placed a cigarette between his
lips. "You know you liked it."
~~~~
END
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