Saiyuki Gaiden (Tenpou/Kenren)
Jul. 2nd, 2007 06:32 amTitle: Void
Author/Artist:
mistressrenet
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mild references to spoilers
Summary: Tenpou gets ready to let go.
A/N: Hope I did justice to the prompt-- "Tenpou/Kenren on a desk - 'The creature in the sky/Got sucked in a hole/Now there's a hole in the sky"
The first time they had sex was on Tenpou's desk. Over Tenpou's desk, really.
It was a hot day, and Kenren had been sweating; Tenpou remembered, clear as crystal, licking a long sweaty streak down his shoulder.
"You should fuck me here every time," Kenren said, and it was the first time Tenpou had considered doing it again.
Kenren takes a gun. They have crossed a line they cannot cross, but somehow, this feels like a decision, something irretrievable.
Tenpou catches his eyes for a moment, and he sees his own determination reflected in Kenren's face.
The sakura trees were losing petals like Kanzeon shed clothing. Tenpou picked one out of his sake cup.
"Ken-nii-chan!" Goku's voice was as bright as a burst of sun. "Look, I want to show you this!"
Tenpou took another sip of sake and watched the man sitting next to him as much as the bright flurry of action. Konzen was lighter, now, and more weighted down at once. He had found some kind of purpose, Tenpou supposed.
Tenpou wondered if he had found his, as well, and what, exactly, it might be.
He knows Goyjun as well as the back of his hand, and a frisson of anxiety touches him. Don't stick your neck out, he thinks, though it's as meaningless as fighting the rain.
Running is the most exhilirating thing he has ever done.
This is madness.
This, at last, is freedom.
The last time they had sex-- will it be the last time, then?-- Tenpou was the one laid across the desk, and he wondered, with his paperweight pressing against his ribs and the quill of a Western feather pen brushing his cheek, if he should clean the top off once in a while.
"Damn," Kenren said. "You smell good today."
All Tenpou can smell now is blood.
Life in heaven was timeless, unchanging, ceaselessly dull.
And then Kenren had come, and Nataku, and then Goku's golden eyes, hopelessly naive and burning through him with too much knowledge all at once...
He had never run before. But he'd never had anything to protect before, either.
Dying holds no fear; if anything, the prospect of novelty intrigues him.
But he cannot imagine life without the sight of Kenren's face.
Author/Artist:
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mild references to spoilers
Summary: Tenpou gets ready to let go.
A/N: Hope I did justice to the prompt-- "Tenpou/Kenren on a desk - 'The creature in the sky/Got sucked in a hole/Now there's a hole in the sky"
The first time they had sex was on Tenpou's desk. Over Tenpou's desk, really.
It was a hot day, and Kenren had been sweating; Tenpou remembered, clear as crystal, licking a long sweaty streak down his shoulder.
"You should fuck me here every time," Kenren said, and it was the first time Tenpou had considered doing it again.
Kenren takes a gun. They have crossed a line they cannot cross, but somehow, this feels like a decision, something irretrievable.
Tenpou catches his eyes for a moment, and he sees his own determination reflected in Kenren's face.
The sakura trees were losing petals like Kanzeon shed clothing. Tenpou picked one out of his sake cup.
"Ken-nii-chan!" Goku's voice was as bright as a burst of sun. "Look, I want to show you this!"
Tenpou took another sip of sake and watched the man sitting next to him as much as the bright flurry of action. Konzen was lighter, now, and more weighted down at once. He had found some kind of purpose, Tenpou supposed.
Tenpou wondered if he had found his, as well, and what, exactly, it might be.
He knows Goyjun as well as the back of his hand, and a frisson of anxiety touches him. Don't stick your neck out, he thinks, though it's as meaningless as fighting the rain.
Running is the most exhilirating thing he has ever done.
This is madness.
This, at last, is freedom.
The last time they had sex-- will it be the last time, then?-- Tenpou was the one laid across the desk, and he wondered, with his paperweight pressing against his ribs and the quill of a Western feather pen brushing his cheek, if he should clean the top off once in a while.
"Damn," Kenren said. "You smell good today."
All Tenpou can smell now is blood.
Life in heaven was timeless, unchanging, ceaselessly dull.
And then Kenren had come, and Nataku, and then Goku's golden eyes, hopelessly naive and burning through him with too much knowledge all at once...
He had never run before. But he'd never had anything to protect before, either.
Dying holds no fear; if anything, the prospect of novelty intrigues him.
But he cannot imagine life without the sight of Kenren's face.
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Date: 2007-07-02 12:48 pm (UTC)~ contented sigh ~
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Date: 2007-07-02 02:19 pm (UTC)I love the bittersweet nature of Gaiden as well; the endings are sad, but we *know* they'll be abck; it's mroe as if they're just going away for a little while.
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Date: 2007-07-02 03:33 pm (UTC)Running is the most exhilirating thing he has ever done.
This is madness.
This, at last, is freedom.
You know, it's lines like this that make me realize that I can't be too sad about the end of Gaiden. The boys are so much better off where they are now, even with the angst and traumatic pasts.
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Date: 2007-07-02 10:02 pm (UTC)♥
x∞
=XD
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Date: 2007-07-03 12:09 am (UTC)Thank you!
So good
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Date: 2007-07-03 02:17 am (UTC)Beautiful, melacholic yet hopeful at the same time.
Count and counterpoint fitted it so well. An amazing piece of writing.
If I had to pick out favourite lines I wuold have to block the whole thing and 'C&P' ed it! I will just stick this in my memories!
Gorgeousnees epitomised!
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Date: 2007-07-04 02:46 am (UTC)Dying holds no fear; if anything, the prospect of novelty intrigues him.
Unf!
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Date: 2007-07-04 08:20 am (UTC)I'm so jealous. -_-;;
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