Author: lillypuff
Email: lilly_puff22 (at) yahoo (dot) com
LiveJournal: http://lillypuff.livejournal.com
Characters From: Saiyuki
Gaiden & Saiyuki
Main Pairing: Tenpou x Kenren (and
visa versa)
Other Pairings (this chapter): Homura
x Kenren (x Zenon), Konzen x Goku
Rating: R (for now)
Warning(s): m/m sexuality,
language, angst, Konzen bribing Tenpou XD, implied drug use, Nii
Theme: 30Kisses - #7, superstar (yes, I'm
killing two birds with one stone, 15/30 completed, YAY half way done!)
Universe: Black Lotus
Summary: Modern Day Saiyuki Gaiden AU (still a
semi fantasy setting) - Old habits die hard.
Especially when they are forced upon you by one "Merciful"
Goddess.
Disclaimer: The characters don't
belong to me. As always, please assume all characters present are of legal age to be
at a strip club.
Random Notes: The song that Homura and Kenren dance to in
this is "Passenger" by the Deftones, featuring Maynard James
Keenan. Blame Kanzeon for pretty much
everything that happens in this chapter.
And Nii. *whistles innocently*
Kenren hadn't thought that the week could
get any worse, but after two minutes in Kanzeon's office, he realized how wrong
he was.
"You want me to what?" Kenren asked, slightly
bug-eyed. As if a weeks worth of
rejected phone calls wasn't enough; now he had to deal with this.
"I want you to dance…"
Kanzeon replied in a slow, monotone voice, as if she were talking to a
dimwitted child, "with Homura."
It took all of his willpower for
Kenren to keep from bashing his head on the nearest wall in frustration. "Why?" He left out the me that wanted to follow.
"Oh come now, Kenren, I know
you're not oblivious to the fact that
you and that man-slut are favored by
our patrons."
No, he wasn't oblivious to it at
all. He knew, and he loved it, but that didn't
help the fact that, at the moment, he wanted nothing to do with Homura. Or Zenon.
Not even if he was getting paid for it.
Kanzeon could lay a few grand on the table and he still wouldn't fuck
them. Probably.
"Homura didn't put you up to
this, did he?" Kenren asked, unsure of what lengths the man would go
through to get them back in his good graces.
Recently he'd managed to avoid the pair while he was working, which
wasn't an easy task, and this just seemed too much like some sort of horridly
cheesy scheme to get him back into their bed.
Kanzeon, on the other hand, almost
seemed offended by the notion. "Do
you really think I'd let that hot headed brat give me suggestions?"
"No, I don't suppose you
would," Kenren mutters under her fiery gaze. Either way, it still wasn't what he
needed. "What if I say no?"
"Then you say no," Kanzeon
replied with a shrug of her shoulders, "but I'll remember that you
did. And you can forget about using
those back rooms for whatever you three have a tendency to get up to while you're working."
Kenren groaned. "Obviously, you haven't been keeping up
with the gossip circle. There is no
us. Not anymore."
Kanzeon smiled back at Kenren and it
made him feel like he was walking into something he should be running away from
instead. "Well, I just figured
since you hadn't made any success
with Tenpou this last week, you'd be about ready to explode. Really, you look so tense dear. You could use whatever Homura is willing to
give you."
Kenren could only stare back blankly
at his boss and the current bane of
his existence, one eyebrow twitching.
Apparently she had been
keeping up with the gossip. "How
the fuck did you know that?"
"Well…Goku…"
"…likes to talk. Yeah, yeah, I know." Kenren finished, exasperated. He should have known. Sighing, Kenren sat down in the chair he'd
been avoiding since he'd entered Kanzeon's office. "Why exactly do you want me to do
this?"
"It's a personal request, from an
old patron," Kanzeon replied, smiling, which meant whoever she was talking
about had loads of money and taste for scantly clad men. Not that he thought this had been about
anything other then money. "You may
recall him; he frequented this place back when that clout LiTouten still had
his grubby paws all over everything. A
Dr. Nii Jianyi, if I recall correctly.
Ring a bell?"
Kenren immediately planted his
forehead in his palm. He remembered the
man alright, mostly because he couldn't keep his hands to himself, especially
during a lap dance. Frankly, that hadn't
bothered Kenren all that much; sometimes it was just part of the job. What had really gotten under his skin was the
way the man seemed to stare deep down into you like he was searching for your
darkest secrets. He'd been creepy, and
not in the normal way some patrons could be considered creepy.
The question of why him crept back up to Kenren's lips, but he didn't ask because
he knew why; and why Homura, too. They
had both been Nii's favorites. In fact,
if the gossip circle could be trusted -- and Kanzeon had proved it could be -- it had been said that Homura
had, on several occasions, shown just how much he appreciated Nii's favoritism.
The thought made him shiver, in more ways then one. Silently he cursed his hormones, which had
been acting up over the last week; worse then he could ever really
remember. Not one to shoulder all the
blame on a single person, Kenren figured it could be equally split between
Homura and Tenpou.
"And what, dare I ask, is the
point of all this?"
"Apparently he's heard about the
wonderful job I've done in fixing this place up. Now that that bumbling idiot is gone, he said
he'd been considering frequenting our establishment again, provided we give him
something to return for."
Kenren shook his head. "And you're going to play his little
game?"
"Oh, but I do enjoy games, Kenren. You
should know that."
He did know. "When?"
"Tonight."
"Great, just fucking great. I suppose you already told him yes, didn't
you." Kanzeon just smiled. "Does Homura know?"
"Oh yes, I talked to him
earlier. He was quite pleased by the
idea."
For a second, Kenren contemplated
asking which part he was pleased by -- the dance, or Nii's return -- but he
decided against it.
"Fine. But you owe me."
"Of course, dear. You know I never forget a favor."
"Anything else you need to
torture me with, while I'm here?" Kenren asked when a moment of silence
passed with out anything else being said.
"No, I don't believe so. But good luck with Tenpou. I heard a lot about him back when he was
shtooping Konzen; he seems like a nice enough guy."
Hearing that, Kenren practically leapt
from his seat. "I really didn't
need that, you old hag."
Kanzeon laughed as Kenren made his way
to the door, gritting his teeth in frustration.
He was fairly certain that now
the week couldn't get any worse.
Before he made his way back into the
noisy, main room of the club, Kenren paused, pulled out his cell phone and gave
Tenpou a call. Again. He wasn't sure how many times he'd called the
man since he'd managed to weasel the number out of Konzen, but he was pretty
sure that it had been enough times to warrant unease, at the very least. Of course, if Tenpou would just answer the
damned thing, which he wasn't doing, he wouldn't have to call him so many
times. It was a reasonable line of
logic, Kenren thought, but when all he got was Tenpou's voicemail, he sighed
and turned off his phone.
*****
Konzen was starting to realize that no
matter how stubborn anyone said he was,
he'd never hold a candle to Tenpou. The
man's bouts of denial were incredible, not to mention annoying.
"All I'm saying is that maybe
it's a good thing that there is
someone who seems to want your attention so much," Konzen said to the
brunette who sat across the table from him.
Around them, people milled about, walking in and out of the coffee
shop. Occasionally he noticed more then
a casual glance in their direction.
Tenpou ran a hand through his shoulder
length hair. "I didn't say it was
an all together bad thing. I just wish
you would have given me fair warning that you were going to give him my phone
number."
Kenren snorted and raised his
eyebrows. "Oh, you mean like that
time you gave that queen from the parade my
number?"
Tenpou smirked, "I didn't think
he'd actually call you. How was I
supposed to know?"
"Uh huh. Well, consider this my way of evening out the
score."
For a moment, neither man spoke. Konzen watched as Tenpou sipped his coffee
idly, his eyes darting around the crowded cafe.
After too much time had passed, Konzen sighed and ran a hand through his
blond hair.
"What exactly is the problem,
Tenpou? And don't give me any of that
'he's a stripper crap', I know that's not the real issue."
"I've been…"
"Busy? Yeah, me too, I've still made plenty of time
for other activities."
"I…" Tenpou paused and bit
at his lip. It was a gesture that Konzen
was almost certain Tenpou never realized he was doing. "I guess I'm just worried."
"About what? Starting at the beginning again? It's not so hard, Tenpou."
For a second, the brunette only stared
down at his coffee. When he looked up
again, Konzen could see the emotion in Tenpou's normally placid eyes.
"No," Tenpou replied. "It's not the beginning that bothers
me. It's that there has to be an
end."
"Nothing lasts forever,"
Konzen murmured. He wasn't sure if it
was the right thing to say, but he had to say something. Reaching into his suit pocket, Konzen pulled
out a business card and started tapping it on the table top. Immediately, Tenpou's eyes seemed to perk up,
and Konzen knew that Tenpou knew what the card meant.
"Whose is that?" Tenpou asked, his eyes focused on the card,
as if trying to read the tiny print.
"My neighbor's father passed away
recently. Apparently he had quite the
collection of old books and manuscripts.
Derrick has no great love for either and no idea what to do with them,
so I told him I'd find someone to help him out.
I was thinking of getting a hold of that one fellow…what's his
name? Lloyd Shayffer, I
think?" The scowl on Tenpou's face
told Konzen the man was more then disgusted by the idea of someone else getting to
play around in the deceased man's library.
Konzen grinned ear to ear, pleased by how easy it was for them to get
back on track. "Unless, of course,
you can think of someone else more knowledgeable in that particular
field."
Tenpou cleared his throat. "What is it that you want, Konzen?"
The blond's grin remained as he leaned
over the table slightly. "Goku is
dragging me to one of his favorite clubs on Sunday and I want you to come. With a date.
Preferably a tall date, with short black hair and a penchant for
leather, lest you wish to upset Goku."
For a moment, Tenpou seemed to
consider this and Konzen hoped that Tenpou didn't honestly think he was trying
to bribe him into a date with Kenren.
He'd give the man the business card either way. And either way, Kenren would show up. He could
count on Goku for that.
Leaning back in his chair, Tenpou
sighed, but Konzen didn't think it really meant anything. "Fine."
"Excellent, I told him you'd call
Monday," Konzen replied as he
slid the business card across the table, then stood to leave. "See you on Sunday."
*****
"Kenren!" Goku yelled as he
burst through the backstage door, immediately looking around for Kenren, who
wasn't hard to spot, mostly because he was a with a couple of other dancers who
were all peering out one of the curtains and into the lounge.
When Goku pulled up behind Kenren, the
dancer turned around and smiled, "Who let you out of your cage,
Monkey?"
"Shut up!" Goku hissed
through a smile. "He's here, you
know?"
"Yeah, I know. What do you think we're looking at?"
"He's changed a bit, don't you
think?" Nataku, one of Goku's fellow cage dancers, asked.
"Yeah," Goku agreed. "He looks more…"
"Together," Kenren finished.
"Somethin' like that," Goku
replied. "Maybe he stopped chasing the dragon."
"I doubt it," the third
dancer, Banri, added. "It's not
like he couldn't afford the…"
Goku abruptly stopped paying attention
to the conversation when he noticed Kenren walking away. "Hey, you ok?"
Kenren shrugged, then squatted down,
his back against the wall behind him.
"Just frustrated, that's all."
"Homura, Tenpou or Nii?"
"All three."
Goku stared at Kenren for a
moment. Kanzeon had been right, he did look tense. "Well, Konzen and I are going to
At that, Kenren actually laughed. "You're taking Konzen to
"Yeah, why not?" Goku asked.
"I didn't think he did clubs, anymore."
Goku shrugged. "He said he'd go. So how about it?"
"Yeah, sure. Should be amusing to see the ice princess
getting accosted by a bunch of twinks."
Goku laughed, "Not if I have
anything to say about it."
*****
Tenpou sighed. He's mind was so cluttered with thoughts of
Kenren he couldn't even read, and
that was certainly saying something. He set his book down on his desk and grabbed
his phone to call him. When the call went
straight to Kenren's voice mail, Tenpou set his phone down and stared at the
clock.
Tenpou fidgeted for a few seconds,
biting at his lower lip, before he stood up, walked out of his study and into
his bedroom. He changed out of his suit
quickly, threw on some more casual -- and incidentally, more revealing -- clothes, followed by his
leather coat and a pair of old combat boots that, amazingly, still fit even
though he hadn't worn them in years. The
fact that they were just lying about his closet was equally surprising.
A few minutes later he was leaving his
house, hoping that Kenren wouldn't mind if he paid him a surprise visit. He figured he'd head to the club first, and
if he wasn't there, it wasn't as if his apartment was far away.
*****
By the time he'd finished his second
dance of the night, Kenren felt far more relaxed then he had earlier. He had a feeling though, that his relaxation
was to be short lived, especially when he suddenly felt a warm breath at his
ear.
"Are you ready to put on a good
show for our honored guest?"
Homura's voice was as smooth and silky as ever.
Kenren chuckled around the cigarette that dangled from his lips. He certainly wouldn't go so far as to call
Nii honored but it wasn't all that
surprising that Homura would.
"Zenon sends his apologies for not making an appearance."
Kenren snorted, "Well, it's not
like he's going to miss out on anything, in the long run."
Homura hummed behind Kenren for a
moment before walking around in front of him.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that."
Kenren rolled his eyes and snuffed out
his cigarette in a nearby ashtray, before walking past Homura without another
word.
Standing before the backstage curtain,
Kenren took a deep breath and waited for the dancer currently on stage to
finish his performance.
*****
When Tenpou walked up to the front
doors of the Black Lotus, Dokugakuji greeted him with a smile. "Hey there, Tenpou. I was wondering when you'd swing by
again."
Tenpou returned the smile. "What can I say, I've been busy. Is Kenren here tonight?"
"Yep," Doku replied as he
opened the door, "In fact, I think he's about to go on again. You've got good timing."
"I guess so," Tenpou said
with a wiggle of his eyebrows before he walked into the club and headed for the
bar to take what had become his customary
seat during his first couple visits.
On his way there, Tenpou spotted Goku
in his cage and waved. When Goku saw
him, Tenpou noticed the expression that graced the young man's face, equal
parts pleasant surprise and horror. For
a moment, Tenpou considered going to find out exactly what that look meant, but then the club lights dimmed and Tenpou
changed his mind and headed towards the bar.
He made a mental note to ask Goku about it later.
When Kenren walked out on the stage,
Tenpou couldn't help the soft smile that crept across his face. In the half lit club, Tenpou couldn't make
out all of the man's features, but it was enough to make his heartbeat speed
up.
When a second dancer walked up behind
Kenren, Tenpou raised his eyebrows, intrigued.
When he noticed it was Homura,
it felt like his heart skipped a beat, or two.
Settling back into his chair, Tenpou watched the two men dance, with equal
parts awe and jealousy.
*****
As far as Kenren was concerned, he'd
always found it easier to dance when he wasn't thinking about it. He'd learned from experience that the more
you thought about it -- and the more you forced it -- the more you ended up
looking like an idiot. The easiest thing
to do was to let the music in and to push any thoughts of trying to make yourself look good straight out of
your head. When ever he got up on stage,
or onto a dance floor at a club, he simply didn't think about it. He just let the music play around in his
head, and tried to think about his grocery list, or what bills he still need
pay that month, or if his car needed servicing.
When the music started, and the lights
dimmed, he planned on doing exactly that, and it seemed to work, for about a
minute, until the lyrics kicked in and he felt Homura's hands slide under the
silk button up he was wearing, teasing around waistband of his leather pants.
Here, I lay…
For a brief second, Kenren
contemplated slapping Homura's hands away, but instead he ran a hand up his
shoulder and slid it up the back of Homura's neck until he buried his fingers
in the man's hair and pulled him close.
Immediately he felt Homura's breath against his neck and at his ear, and
it made Kenren tingle all the way down to his toes. When he felt Homura's tongue slide gently up
the side of his neck, Kenren shivered and his eyes flew open as a quiet moan
trickled out through his slightly parted lips.
He thanked the gods that no one, probably not even Homura, could have heard
it over the music.
The chrome buttons, buckles, leather surfaces…
Kenren turned around gracefully,
draped his arms over Homura's shoulders and glared at the dancer, and Homura
merely smiled back before he pulled his hands out from under Kenren's shirt and
began to unbutton it, slowly. Kenren
closed his eyes again, and continued to sway and move to the music, grinding up
against Homura when the dancer finished unbuttoning his shirt and started
running his hands over Kenren's exposed flesh.
Kenren tangled his fingers in Homura's hair once more, and pulled him
close, until he could feel the other man's breath against his lips, which were
beginning to tremble slightly.
Roll the window down…
When the music changed from light and
drawn out to a more upbeat, desperate sound, Kenren arched back, as if he were
being dipped and he felt Homura's tongue trace a path down his chest. Neither of them missed the cat calls and
whistles that got them. He stayed that way for a few seconds, until
Homura's tongue stopped at his waistband, then Kenren snapped back up and this
time their lips brushed against each other's.
Kenren muttered a fuck against
Homura's lips before he slid his way down Homura's lean body, unbuttoning the
other dancer's shirt on his way down.
Drop…these down…
When Kenren made his way back up, he
brushed the side of his face against Homura's crotch and didn't miss the shiver
it elected from his dance partner.
Kenren smiled, and opened his eyelids as he met Homura eye to eye once
more. Kenren slid a couple fingers
underneath the waist line of Homura's pants, to the other man's obvious
surprise, and Homura replied by sliding Kenren's shirt off of his shoulders.
Now to calm me…
His shirt bunched and hanging from his
arms, Kenren stepped back from Homura and let it slide the rest of the way off
as he ran his fingers and hands over his exposed upper body and through his
hair; as much for Homura as everyone else that was watching. He was determined not to be the only one who walked
off the stage horny as all hell when their performance was over.
Drive faster…
When Kenren spotted Nii sitting at a
table right alongside the stage, Kenren smiled at Homura, and made his way
over. He sat down on the edge of the
stage and rested one boot on the man's knee, much to Nii's obvious
delight. Within seconds, Kenren could
fell Homura as he loomed behind him, then dropped down to a squat and ran his
hands over Kenren's sweaty, tingling skin.
Who cares who sees what tonight…
Kenren ran the toe of his boot up
Nii's leg, then his midsection and up along the underside of the man's throat
until his chin rested on it. He hoped
like hell that Kanzeon was watching so she knew exactly how much she was going
to owe him for this. Nii, touchy as
always, immediately ran a hand along Kenren's extended calf and grinned like a
hungry animal and Kenren tried not to shiver as he received attention from two men.
Silently he cursed himself for being such a sucker for any sort of contact.
Drive me home then back again…
Slowly, Kenren pulled his leg away
from Nii, and as Homura rose up behind him, Kenren slid himself back between
Homura's legs so he could come up behind the man. Standing again, he rested his chin on
Homura's now bare shoulder and traced his own tongue over the side of the dancer's
neck as he snaked his hands down Homura's chest and into the front of the man's pants.
Kenren grinned devilishly when Homura squirmed against him.
Don't let me go…
The song coming to a close, Kenren
slid his hands out of Homura's pants and took a few steps back from the edge of
the stage. Homura turned around and
followed him and Kenren let the dancer pull him close as the song ended.
For a moment, Kenren just stood there,
his lips parted and millimeters from Homura's, his tongue ready to dart forward
to claim the other man's, before he came back to himself. Kenren blinked hard for a couple of seconds,
then backed away from Homura, located and grabbed his shirt, and walked back
towards the curtain were several other dancers had been watched in awe.
*****
When the performance ended, Tenpou
could only stare at the stage, dumbfounded and oddly turned on, as the two dancers made their exit.
He was mildly surprised to find himself more intrigued about the whole situation
then he thought he ought to be. The
jealousy was still present, but it had dulled as he'd managed to convince
himself that the whole thing was just part of Kenren's job. Mostly.
He was also very curious as to why the two seemed to focus their attention
on one particular customer.
Not having the answers to any of his
questions, Tenpou turned to look behind him and almost laughed when he saw an
equally surprised expression on Goku's face before he raised his hands up near
his head, as if to say he had no idea what just happened.
Tenpou smiled at Goku, then faced
forward. Not really thinking about it,
he stood up and walked toward the door that lead to the backstage area.
*****
When Kenren walked between the
curtains, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do more: deck Homura, or tackle
him. He was surprised by how aroused the whole performance had made
him, considering he'd danced in a similar fashion with many a man before, with
less startling aftereffects. Kenren
sighed, and chalked it up to the long, frustrating week and the fact that until
recently, they'd been fucking like rabbits.
Kenren headed straight for his duffle
bag and started rifling around for his pack of cigarettes, deliberately
ignoring the stares he was getting from some of the other dancers. He hoped that everyone's reaction was a good
indication that, at the very least, both Kanzeon and Nii would be pleased with
their performance.
When a hand suddenly grabbed his
waist, Kenren nearly dropped his newly lit cigarette from his mouth before he
spun around. The desire to punch Homura
was starting to outweigh everything else.
Somehow, Kenren managed to keep his cool as he stared eye to eye with
the dancer.
"That was quite the performance
you gave," Homura said through a sly grin.
"And to think, you always claimed not to like Nii very much."
"I still don't," Kenren
replied before he took a long drag from his cigarette.
"Jumpy, aren't we? I can help you with that, you know?"
"No, you can't," Kenren
replied, "trust me."
Homura raised an eyebrow, almost as if
amused. "Well, I just thought after
that display…"
Kenren didn't give the man a chance to
finish his thought. "You thought wrong."
For a second, Homura looked like he
was going to press the issue, but then he seemed to remember that they weren't
exactly alone at the moment. Homura
straightened himself and glared at Kenren for a second, before turning away and
heading back towards the lounge.
Kenren sighed heavily as he watched
Homura walk away, then looked down at his boots and took another long drag off
his cigarette…
"Well, that was quite a little
show you put on there," a
familiar, female voice crooned.
"Which part?" Kenren asked
before he looked up at Kanzeon.
"Oh, all of it, my dear,"
she replied, smiling.
"Think it was good enough?"
Kenren asked.
"Oh, yes. I know it
was."
There was something about Kanzeon's
smile that Kenren didn't like at all.
"He's gonna want to see that again, isn't he."
"He might," Kanzeon replied
casually. "Don't worry; I'll make
it up to you."
"Great," Kenren mumbled.
"Oh relax, Kenren. You really did look great up there."
Kenren smiled wearily. "Thanks."
Kanzeon nodded, then walked away.
A few moments later, Kenren found
himself sliding down against the nearest wall, determined to enjoy the rest of
his cigarette. He was vaguely aware that
Kanzeon had struck up a conversation with someone else.
"Is there something I can do for you…"
Kenren was glad the night was almost
over; he could use a stiff drink, a warm shower and a soft bed.
"Actually, I was wondering if I could talk to Kenren..."
His ears twitched at the mention of
his name, though he still didn't look over to where Kanzeon was standing.
"Oh, you must be Tenpou.
I've heard a lot about you from my…"
For the second time that night,
Kenren's cigarette nearly fell from his lips.
Slowly, Kenren turned his head in time to see Tenpou walking towards
him. Closing his eyes, Kenren faced
forward again.
"Tell me you just got here,"
Kenren said through a groan.
"Ok," Tenpou replied,
"I just got here."
Kenren muttered a string of curses
under his breath. "I can't catch a
break with you, can I?"
"What do you mean?" Tenpou
asked and Kenren could have sworn the man actually meant it. He turned his head to look at Tenpou once
more and for the first time since he'd come in, Kenren realized Tenpou was
smiling, slightly. "That was part of your job, wasn't it?"
"Yeah. I guess."
"Well, then. What's the problem?"
Kenren stared at Tenpou before
smashing out his cigarette on the underside of his boot. "Did something happen to you over this
past week?"
"No," Tenpou replied. "Although I did get an unusual amount of phone calls..."
"Yeah, sorry about that,"
Kenren said through a sheepish smile.
"So, you're not…put off…by what you saw?"
"Well, I have to say; a few weeks
ago, it would have bothered me, and at the start, I was quite surprised. But now that I've seen it...its not so
bad."
"That might be the best thing
I've heard all week," Kenren said through a sigh. "So why weren't you answering my
calls?"
"I was just really busy. In hindsight, I guess I should have at least
told you that."
Kenren nodded in agreement. "And you're here now, because…?"
"I wanted to see if you'd join Goku,
Konzen and myself at a club on Sunday."
Kenren tried not to laugh when all of the pieces started to slide
together. He decided it would be better
not to tell Tenpou that Goku had already invited him. "I tried to call you, but your phone was
off."
At that, Kenren did laugh.
"Figures."
When a not-so-uncomfortable silence
descended around them Kenren contemplated pulling out another cigarette, but he
found himself too distracted by the way Tenpou was looking at him to make an
effort to relocate his pack.
"Well," Tenpou finally said,
"I still have some work to get done before the weekend. I'll call you on Sunday, ok?"
"Ok," Kenren said with a nod
as he watched Tenpou walk away, but something inside him was telling him not to
let it happen. Before he knew it, Kenren
was jumping up from his spot on the floor and with a few quick strides he was
reaching out for Tenpou's wrist and pulling the man close.
When their lips touched, Kenren felt
everything shift back into place. When
Tenpou parted his lips and Kenren slid his tongue between them, he had to hold
back a sigh of relief. For a brief
moment, Tenpou's fingers gripped Kenren's waist tightly, then he pulled
away. Kenren couldn't help but stare at
the smile on Tenpou's lips.
"Sunday?" Tenpou whispered
and Kenren couldn't help but smile himself.
"Yeah, Sunday," Kenren
replied and when Tenpou walked away, Kenren let him, despite every part of his
body that screamed for him to stop him once more.
Once Tenpou had left the backstage
area, Kenren look around, suddenly remembering they'd had a bit of an audience
and most of his fellow dancers were doing a poor job of pretending they hadn't seen anything.
Kenren just smiled.