Saiyuki Gaiden (Tenpou/Kenren)
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Title: Orders
Author/Artist:
louiselux
Rating: R for m/m sex
Warnings: none
Summary: Kenren and Tenpou on the field of battle. Written for the prompt: Post-battle blood-and-dirt - "Filthy"
A/N: thank you again to
emungere for swift betaing
"Your orders please, Marshal."
Kenren stood in front of him, his eyes gleaming and his black coat falling in a curve right down to the ground. A mile away, and getting closer, was a mammoth, possessed and deliberately driven mad for reasons that escaped Tenpou. The reasoning of a madman, perhaps. From the low hill where they stood, it was a black speck on the green plains, growing as it raced towards them.
"I can probably take it by myself," he said.
Kenren scowled and narrowed his eyes, shifting his weight restlessly. His squadron, ranged at his back, began to mutter until he turned his head and barked at them to shut up.
"You can't fight every battle on your own," he said.
He stepped closer, so that Tenpou could feel the warmth of his breath. Their eyes met and he smiled, and it was too easy to remember last night. Kenren had been in his bed, hard and wanting him, moving inside him. He stood and looked into Kenren's sky blue eyes and wanted him again, right then. He let his gaze flicker to Kenren's bare chest, wanting to touch.
"Sir?" Kenren murmured, smiling more. The men were watching them, and this was precisely where the rumours came from, not that Tenpou could bring himself to care. "Is everything all right?"
"Perhaps you should take this one, General," he said.
Kenren blinked, a sweep of pretty lashes, then stood back and saluted. Tenpou watched him march down the hill, calling orders to his men, a dark upright figure against the spring flowers. He waited.
An hour passed while Tenpou watched the sun move across the sky. The shadows shrank then grew again, lengthening. Dust rose from the plain and the shriek of the mammoth drifted faintly to his ears. He imagined he could hear Kenren's voice calling for him, but he was sure that was only his imagination. He breathed deep, feeling the ache in his muscles where Kenren had spread his legs open as wide as he could get them.
Kenren came back soon after that, walking back up towards him, his face tilted to the sun. His coat was open and flapping in the wind like a crow's wings, showing his hard and tanned skin. The sky was darkening around him and Tenpou felt a drop of water land on his face. He brushed it off and watched Kenren stalking towards him with long strides. He moved like something dangerous. He was something dangerous, Tenpou thought. Tension made his muscles jump and he clenched his fists then released them. Inaction was painful.
"Permission to report, Marshal," Kenren panted, coming to stand in front of him.
"Did you send the men back?" said Tenpou.
"Yeah," Kenren said, meeting his eyes. "It's just me and you."
"I see. You wanted to report to me in private?"
Kenren nodded. His smile was sharp.
"Oh yeah."
There was a cut on his face and one across his chest, dirt streaked on his chest and caked in black rims under his fingernails. He was breathing hard and his gaze swept over Tenpou's body, his eyes darker than before. He was voracious, Tenpou was learning, taking his pleasures where he found them, in thought or in action. He shivered and reached out to touch Kenren's chest, running his fingers over damp skin, tracing a finger straight down the thin line of dark hair on his stomach.
"I wish I'd fought today, General," he said, meeting Kenren's gaze.
"Yeah well. That thing was brutal."
"I don't feel particularly useful."
Kenren moved closer, crowding up to him in the middle of all this space; earth and sky surrounding them. It made him feel insignificant. Kenren slid an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close, then leaned and kissed the curve of his ear.
"I can think of a use for you," he said, and Tenpou heard the softness there, and the hunger.
"Oh," Tenpou said, as Kenren bit softly at the skin behind his ear. Kenren put his other arm around him, tight and heavy around his hips. "Yes?"
Kenren's heart was thumping in his chest. He slid his hand into Tenpou's hair and guided their mouths together, letting his tongue slide against Tenpou's in slow strokes that got deeper and harder. Tenpou pushed his hands under Kenren's coat, sliding back to bare his shoulders and his neck. He could smell the sweat under his arms and the scent of Kenren's blood. He scored his fingernails through the dried smears on his chest and licked over the bruises there. Kenren groaned and pulled back.
"Yeah," he said softly, flicking the tip of his tongue along Tenpou's lower lip, watching Tenpou carefully, waiting. "Get on your knees, Marshal."
Kenren tightened his arms, but Tenpou ran through them like water, sinking down, his coat pooling around him. The ground was soft and damp and water soaked into his trousers. He gazed up, mouth open, watching as Kenren swore softly and popped open the buttons of his waistband, shoving it down just enough for the heavy, thick weight of his flesh to fall against Tenpou's mouth. His scent was strong and musky and the head of his cock was already smeared and gleaming with fluid. Tenpou let it press against his lips, just tasting, and curled his fingers around the base. Rain began to patter down.
"Thank you, General," he whispered, looking up.
He heard Kenren's faint laugh, then his half choked gasp, and then Kenren dug his fingers into Tenpou's hair, pulling him closer so that he slid between Tenpou's lips.
"You're welcome," Kenren muttered. "Fuck. I want you like this every time."
Tenpou didn't see any reason why not, although the gossip might get around quicker. They moved together, breathless and fast, until Kenren curled over him, fingertips touching the hollows of Tenpou's cheeks as he came in his mouth. Tenpou closed his eyes and let it run down his throat, listening to the roar of his own blood in his ears and Kenren's soft moans, lost in the scent and taste of him, until Kenren pulled out and fell to his knees.
"Is it time to go back?" Tenpou asked.
Kenren shook his head and then kissed him, so long and so hard that they toppled sideways onto the grass and lay there, sprawled and tangled on the muddy ground. It didn't occur to Tenpou to move for a very long time.
Author/Artist:
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Rating: R for m/m sex
Warnings: none
Summary: Kenren and Tenpou on the field of battle. Written for the prompt: Post-battle blood-and-dirt - "Filthy"
A/N: thank you again to
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"Your orders please, Marshal."
Kenren stood in front of him, his eyes gleaming and his black coat falling in a curve right down to the ground. A mile away, and getting closer, was a mammoth, possessed and deliberately driven mad for reasons that escaped Tenpou. The reasoning of a madman, perhaps. From the low hill where they stood, it was a black speck on the green plains, growing as it raced towards them.
"I can probably take it by myself," he said.
Kenren scowled and narrowed his eyes, shifting his weight restlessly. His squadron, ranged at his back, began to mutter until he turned his head and barked at them to shut up.
"You can't fight every battle on your own," he said.
He stepped closer, so that Tenpou could feel the warmth of his breath. Their eyes met and he smiled, and it was too easy to remember last night. Kenren had been in his bed, hard and wanting him, moving inside him. He stood and looked into Kenren's sky blue eyes and wanted him again, right then. He let his gaze flicker to Kenren's bare chest, wanting to touch.
"Sir?" Kenren murmured, smiling more. The men were watching them, and this was precisely where the rumours came from, not that Tenpou could bring himself to care. "Is everything all right?"
"Perhaps you should take this one, General," he said.
Kenren blinked, a sweep of pretty lashes, then stood back and saluted. Tenpou watched him march down the hill, calling orders to his men, a dark upright figure against the spring flowers. He waited.
An hour passed while Tenpou watched the sun move across the sky. The shadows shrank then grew again, lengthening. Dust rose from the plain and the shriek of the mammoth drifted faintly to his ears. He imagined he could hear Kenren's voice calling for him, but he was sure that was only his imagination. He breathed deep, feeling the ache in his muscles where Kenren had spread his legs open as wide as he could get them.
Kenren came back soon after that, walking back up towards him, his face tilted to the sun. His coat was open and flapping in the wind like a crow's wings, showing his hard and tanned skin. The sky was darkening around him and Tenpou felt a drop of water land on his face. He brushed it off and watched Kenren stalking towards him with long strides. He moved like something dangerous. He was something dangerous, Tenpou thought. Tension made his muscles jump and he clenched his fists then released them. Inaction was painful.
"Permission to report, Marshal," Kenren panted, coming to stand in front of him.
"Did you send the men back?" said Tenpou.
"Yeah," Kenren said, meeting his eyes. "It's just me and you."
"I see. You wanted to report to me in private?"
Kenren nodded. His smile was sharp.
"Oh yeah."
There was a cut on his face and one across his chest, dirt streaked on his chest and caked in black rims under his fingernails. He was breathing hard and his gaze swept over Tenpou's body, his eyes darker than before. He was voracious, Tenpou was learning, taking his pleasures where he found them, in thought or in action. He shivered and reached out to touch Kenren's chest, running his fingers over damp skin, tracing a finger straight down the thin line of dark hair on his stomach.
"I wish I'd fought today, General," he said, meeting Kenren's gaze.
"Yeah well. That thing was brutal."
"I don't feel particularly useful."
Kenren moved closer, crowding up to him in the middle of all this space; earth and sky surrounding them. It made him feel insignificant. Kenren slid an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close, then leaned and kissed the curve of his ear.
"I can think of a use for you," he said, and Tenpou heard the softness there, and the hunger.
"Oh," Tenpou said, as Kenren bit softly at the skin behind his ear. Kenren put his other arm around him, tight and heavy around his hips. "Yes?"
Kenren's heart was thumping in his chest. He slid his hand into Tenpou's hair and guided their mouths together, letting his tongue slide against Tenpou's in slow strokes that got deeper and harder. Tenpou pushed his hands under Kenren's coat, sliding back to bare his shoulders and his neck. He could smell the sweat under his arms and the scent of Kenren's blood. He scored his fingernails through the dried smears on his chest and licked over the bruises there. Kenren groaned and pulled back.
"Yeah," he said softly, flicking the tip of his tongue along Tenpou's lower lip, watching Tenpou carefully, waiting. "Get on your knees, Marshal."
Kenren tightened his arms, but Tenpou ran through them like water, sinking down, his coat pooling around him. The ground was soft and damp and water soaked into his trousers. He gazed up, mouth open, watching as Kenren swore softly and popped open the buttons of his waistband, shoving it down just enough for the heavy, thick weight of his flesh to fall against Tenpou's mouth. His scent was strong and musky and the head of his cock was already smeared and gleaming with fluid. Tenpou let it press against his lips, just tasting, and curled his fingers around the base. Rain began to patter down.
"Thank you, General," he whispered, looking up.
He heard Kenren's faint laugh, then his half choked gasp, and then Kenren dug his fingers into Tenpou's hair, pulling him closer so that he slid between Tenpou's lips.
"You're welcome," Kenren muttered. "Fuck. I want you like this every time."
Tenpou didn't see any reason why not, although the gossip might get around quicker. They moved together, breathless and fast, until Kenren curled over him, fingertips touching the hollows of Tenpou's cheeks as he came in his mouth. Tenpou closed his eyes and let it run down his throat, listening to the roar of his own blood in his ears and Kenren's soft moans, lost in the scent and taste of him, until Kenren pulled out and fell to his knees.
"Is it time to go back?" Tenpou asked.
Kenren shook his head and then kissed him, so long and so hard that they toppled sideways onto the grass and lay there, sprawled and tangled on the muddy ground. It didn't occur to Tenpou to move for a very long time.