BLOOD, DESTINY AND KARMA

This is so horribly late. I apologise! _( o )_ <-- kowtows

Thank you to those who encouraged me to write the sequel - I hope this doesn't disappoint!

Concrit would be happily received; I'm not sure this is quite right yet ^^;;;

Title: Distraction - part 2
Author:

purpleicicles
Fandom: Saiyuki (Gaiden)
Pairing: Tenpou x Gojun
Warnings: NSFW!! Pr0nz to the max, hermaphrodite dragons, cock rings and desk!smex. You have been warned!!

Part 1: ( kami are curious enough without Tenpou's curiosity... )

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DISTRACTION – Pt. 2

It had been almost a month since what Tenpou was mentally referring to as ‘the incident’. The dragon seemed to be keeping his distance – probably some form of punishment – and it was beginning to grate on Tenpou’s nerves; it was… aggravating, seeing Gojun about the complex and knowing he was keeping his distance deliberately in order to teach him a lesson. Tenpou altogether failed to see how any of this was his fault, considering it was the dragon who had been keeping secrets and had decided to go all ‘proper’ on him. No, Tenpou had decided, not his fault at all.
Of course, Tenpou hadn’t been idle in the last month, and standing before Gojun’s office door he finally had him trapped and was ready to put his (vengeance) plan into action. Behind the door, he could just about hear the rustling of papers as the Commander worked, the intermittent thump of his seal on parchment offset by the fainter melody of the crickets beginning their dusk performance, the occasional creak of his chair a counterpoint to the rhythm of his work. Tenpou knew he had a seat in front of the window; he’d be haloed in red and purple as the sun went down, white hair picking out a kaleidoscope of colours in the gloom of his room. He always forgot to turn his lamp on.
Opening his eyes, he entered without knocking. Gojun looked up immediately, the disapproving scowl he reserved for those with no sense of propriety already in place. He stiffened when he realized who it was, and Tenpou had to fight for a moment to keep his smile in place. Gojun was in front of the window, the dying sunlight tinting the whole room red and orange and Gojun at the centre a flaming star of white. He could almost forgive the torture of the last month for that sight alone. Tenpou saluted sharply and hoped the motion hid his hand as he locked the door.
“Marshal.” Gojun said flatly, eyeing the papers tucked under Tenpou’s arm, “Paperwork at this hour?” He arched an eyebrow questioningly.
“Ah, they’ve been done for a while; I found them under a very interesting grimoire on the subject of –“
“I know,” Gojun interrupted tiredly, “You forgot again.” Tenpou did his best to look sheepish. “I can never keep track of these things.”
For a moment, Gojun’s lips might have twitched upwards. He seemed to relax a fraction at least, holding out one hand for the papers, propping his chin on the other. Smiling genuinely now, Tenpou crossed the room to hand over his prop – the dragon would never have let him stay otherwise – and made sure to brush his fingers ever so lightly over Gojun’s as he did so. His commander either didn’t notice or pretended not to, instead choosing to peruse the papers. Tenpou admired the sweep of his lashes as he did, the small rainbows there glittering pink, blue and yellow as the rapidly waning light reflected from his eyes. Beautiful, he thought, instinctively tilting his head to catch the light on his glasses lest Gojun catch the thread of rapidly growing lust in his eyes. He wanted to take him like this; wanted to admire the play of light on nude scales over straining muscles, wanted those rainbow-laced eyes riveted on him, unguarded and wanting… he kicked himself mentally. Patience.
Finally, Gojun released the papers to his desk, neat on top of a tidy pile of others. For a moment, neither of them said anything. Tenpou waited. Then Gojun looked at him, really looked at him.
“… I’m sorry.” He said softly, dropping his gaze.
Tenpou couldn’t breathe.
“I should have told you sooner, but I was… concerned you wouldn’t…” Gojun broke off, searching for words. He didn’t need to say it; Tenpou knew what he meant - I was afraid, I’m sorry, please forgive me. The whole last month suddenly snapped into focus; Gojun wasn’t punishing him, he was avoiding him!
Forgetting his plan entirely, Tenpou sat on the edge of the desk, leaning over to tilt Gojun’s face up gently until they were eye-to-eye again. This time, he let Gojun see what he felt.
The dragon’s lips were cool but Tenpou knew they’d warm up – Gojun’s scaled skin seemed to absorb whatever heat it touched. Keeping his kisses light, Tenpou shimmied until he could get his legs over the desk, needing the balance so his hands were free and he could smooth thumbs over Gojun’s jaw, his ears, his eyelids, touch every inch of skin he could reach; Gojun seemed to feel the same, running his hands up from chest to neck to face in one slow sweep before pulling away. Carefully, he removed Tenpou’s glasses, folding them neatly on the desk before burying his hands in dark locks to draw their lips together again. Somehow, they ended up standing, pressed tightly from mouth to toes, the kiss having deepened to a near-frenzy. Gojun was tugging at his clothes, frustrated to the point of impatience, and Tenpou couldn’t help but grin childishly at him, taking the opportunity to untie Gojun’s hair whilst he was occupied; he’d bitch about it getting tangled later, but right now Tenpou was too happy to care.
He was surprised, then, when Gojun guided them around until he was sandwiched between Tenpou and the desk.
“I want to try something.” He said quietly, gaze pleading and demanding and fearful all at once. His dick was hard and wet against Tenpou’s belly.
“What did you have in mind?” he breathed back.
Gojun hitched himself up onto the desk, drawing Tenpou in with his legs. Wordlessly, he took hold of Tenpou’s hand and guided him down, past his achingly hard cock and under his balls and pressing the tip of a single finger encouragingly. Tenpou felt the twitching muscle beneath give way almost immediately to tight wet heat.
Gojun exhaled shakily past the sensation of being breached; he had meant it when he said he wanted this, but all the exploration in the world (and he’d done quite a bit over the past month) couldn’t prepare him for the flush of heat that suffused outwards from his lover’s finger, which was now pushing quite insistently inside of him, wriggling about. He allowed the second finger only because it felt so good when his Marshal pushed in deeper and pressed. Gojun nearly fell off the desk when his hips snapped forward of their own accord, feeling Tenpou’s “Oof!” of air as his thighs tightened about the kami’s chest. Afterwards, however, Tenpou hummed appreciatively, cupping Gojun’s tightened buttocks to draw him closer, tasting a collarbone before leaning his weight onto him and lowering his lover onto the desk.
Pulling his fingers out earned him a growl from the dragon.
“Tenpou?” Gojun demanded.
“Just a moment.” Tenpou grinned wickedly, rummaging quickly in his pockets – at least part of his plan could still be put to use. He leaned over Gojun again, lube in hand, taking a moment to admire his dragon; the dusk light had given over to cool moonlight, shimmering silver-white over Gojun’s scales like water around the edges of Tenpou’s shadow. Absently, he trailed a hand after the light, Gojun’s darkened eyes staying fixed on him even as he toyed with the sensitive skin inside his thighs, promising. Tenpou leaned closer, nibbling the fine line of the dragon’s jaw, feeling clawed fingers settle on his shoulders trying to bring him closer. Demanding he thought, smiling; ready. Tenpou gave Gojun’s dick a friendly squeeze with his free hand and slid on the cock ring he’d palmed from his pocket earlier. Whatever Gojun was going to say was lost in Tenpou’s mouth as he kissed him, deep and possessive, but the spasm of him legs and the talons digging into his skin were indication enough.
“Tenpou!” Gojun’s voice was breathy and low, loud in the quiet of his office.
“Mmm,” he nuzzled into the dragon’s neck, licking the pulse beating wildly under his nose, “I wanted to try something too…”
Ignoring the questioning noise from above, Tenpou licked again, this time describing a line down over Gojun’s ribs, his taut stomach, dipping into his navel and bypassing his throbbing ringed cock entirely. He nosed Gojun’s balls, delighted when fingers burrowed into his hair and urged him forward. Only when Gojun moaned him name in a voice that made his balls throb did he snake his tongue into the tightness of his body. The taste was amazing; salty, musky and laced with pure carnality, the unmistakable taste of dragon underscoring the flavour he’d come to recognize as pure Gojun. Aroused beyond measure, Tenpou hefted the dragon’s hips up and began to attack in earnest.
Gojun didn’t so much cry out as scream – the sensation of wet, wriggling muscle inside him made every nerve it touched burn white hot. It was almost unbearably good; Gojun writhed on his desk, knocking askew the papers, upsetting inkpots and brushes, even sweeping the lamp off the desk in his desperate need to have Tenpou’s damnable tongue deeper, to stroke the spot he was dancing about with the very tip of his tongue. His encircled cock felt like it was about to explode from the pressure, flat against his belly and begging for attention. He could hear his own voice echoing too loudly, too lewdly, too harsh and desperate, but shame had melted away under Tenpou’s heat until all he knew was his Marshal’s name and that he was almost there…
“Tenp– arrgh! Tenpou!” Cutting short, Gojun glared furiously at the kami as he sat back, licking his lips.
“Think of it as payback for the last month.” Tenpou smiled, a malicious glitter in his dark eyes. Gojun huffed disbelievingly and dragged him onto the desk, palming his cock firmly.
“Shut up.” He commanded, pulling Tenpou’s flushed lips towards his own. Tenpou’s mouth tasted musky and bitter-sweet from tongue-fucking him, the knowledge of what he’d done intensifying the tingling in his groin and making him growl on instinct – he’d wanted Tenpou almost every waking hour for the last month, and having him here and now was a strange mixture of relief and angry possession. Denied release really wasn’t helping matters.
Gojun rolled, bringing Tenpou under him. In the light of the waxing moon the Marshal’s skin was caramel-cream, bright against the dark wood of his desk and patterned in splashes of shadow and his own dark hair. Standing proudly, his penis was haloed in black, glistening wetly, circled by the stark white of his own hand. However many times he gazed at Tenpou he never failed to marvel at the porcelain-like beauty of the man whilst acknowledging that his exterior belied his steely strength, his unbreakability. Gojun could hardly believe he’d kept away for a month.
Never again.
Lowering his head, he kissed his lover’s chest, above his heart. Never again. His stomach’s jumping muscles. Never again. His hipbone’s peakes and valleys. Never again. Swallowed him down to the root. Never again. Feeling hands in his hair as he swallowed the unexpected lump in his throat, the velvet-soft slide of skin against his rough tongue comforting him as he sucked Tenpou harder for the gratification of hearing him moan like that.
Reluctantly, he pulled away before Tenpou started making the really good sounds, but he didn’t want it to be over too quickly. Raising himself onto his knees, he positioned Tenpou’s pulsing cock at his entrance, waiting until a count of three before letting his weight bear him down.
They cried out in unison.
Slowly, Tenpou entered him. Heat scalded him as it pushed past the tight ring of muscle and continued unrelentingly upwards, stretching him almost to the point of pain. Panting, Gojun kept pushing down past the pain until the warmth of his Marshal’s thighs graced his buttocks.
Grasping the dragon’s hips, Tenpou stilled him, savouring the wet flutter of muscles around his cock, allowing Gojun time to adjust. He remembered the overwhelming feeling of fullness, the sharpness of the pain. Gojun had closed his eyes, the talons on his hands biting into Tenpou’s chest. Circling the hollows of Gojun’s hip with his thumbs, he tried to distract Gojun from the discomfort; the urge to thrust was becoming overwhelming.
“Gojun,” he gasped, “Move.” Gold-red eyes opened enough to read his face, piercing in the gloom and glassy with lust. He nodded wordlessly and rose, the drag of muscles on Tenpou’s cock threatening to make him lose it there and then before Gojun plunged him back in and drove away the urge to control, replacing it with the desire to soak in every heady sensation. The next roll of the dragon’s hips came with more surety, confidence building as pleasure outraced pain. He was drawing him in deeper now, too, searching for the spot he’d tongued earlier, moaning wantonly with each brush of his lover’s head against his prostate. Tenpou shifted, changing the angle so that on the next upstroke he hit the other spot. Gojun howled.
The next push was more like a slam as Gojun began bouncing in earnest, each vocalization louder and cruder that the last to match his mounting pleasure. He was so wet that Tenpou’s length was sliding in and out almost frictionlessly, spearing him somewhere fantastic with every stroke. He was losing control, unable to stop; slave to the heat and slide of Tenpou inside of him, filling him impossibly with each penetration. Swollen, his dick felt constricted even without the additional tightness of the cock ring, twitching against his belly in time to his movements.
Transfixed, Tenpou enjoyed the sight of Gojun frantically fucking himself onto his cock, eyes still boring into his own, reflecting his own pleasure back, magnifying it. He could feel his balls tightening, the dragon’s heat and clench becoming too much too quickly.
“Gojun!” he forced out, “I’m going to come!”
“Yes, yes Tenpou, come in me! I want it! I want it!” Hearing his normally reserved dragon cry out so unexpectedly vulgarly didn’t so much push Tenpou off the edge as throw him off it; grasping Gojun’s hips roughly he thrust hard into his slick passage once, twice, thrice and screamed as white-hot fire burst along his veins, wiping his sense of self and dissolving everything around him save Gojun.
Opened as wide as he could go, Gojun felt the explosion of heat inside him as Tenpou came, passion surging through him as his muscles contracted helplessly and drove all breath from him in a cry of release like thunder in the sky.
Awareness returned slowly, like gliding down from the clouds to the sea. He was sprawled across Tenpou’s chest, the tang of blood sharp in his nostrils; in front of him he could see five claw marks, each crowned with a bead of blood. He licked the blood away. Tenpou’s cock in him felt good, even after orgasm, and he could have stayed there quite gladly if Tenpou hadn’t started squirming. Rolling them onto their sides, Tenpou’s lips sought out his own, languidly teasing his tongue as he carefully pulled out before rising shakily to locate his cigarettes. Gojun sighed at the sensation of emptiness, waiting for Tenpou to return before fixing him with a shrewd look.
“You planned that.” Tenpou snorted gently, smoke curling from his nostrils. It reminded Gojun of his second brother.
“I admit I came prepared for – ah – something.” He said carefully, avoiding the word ‘revenge’.
“Like revenge?” Damn, Gojun knew him too well.
“I may have intended to expand your horizons a little…”
“You wanted to fuck me with a cock ring on.” Gojun retorted. Tenpou paused.
“… I wanted to watch you come female-only.” He said honestly. Gojun raised a considering eyebrow, but said nothing. He snuggled into Tenpou’s shoulder though, so he figured he was forgiven. For a while, their steady breathing and the crickets were the only sounds in the room.
“So…” Gojun said sleepily, “Any more toys I ought to know about?”
“Well, I may have some beads stored somewhere…” He felt Gojun smile into his shoulder.
Yes. Definitely forgiven.

Tags: distraction, fanfic, gaiden, gojun, saiyuki, tenpou
Current Location: Desk in Oxford
Current Mood: horny

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