All the King's Men
Author : lillypuff
Email: lilly_puff22 (at) yahoo (dot)
com
LiveJournal: http://lillypuff.livejournal.com
Pairing : Kenren Taishou x Tenpou Gensui, Kenren x Tenpou x Goujun
Theme : 30Kisses - #30 Kiss
Completed: 7 of
30
Rating : Explicit/NC-17
Warning(s) : sexuality in the
form of a threesome, mild language, mild angst
Summary : They were chipping away at his
last reservations; he knew and they knew it too and Goujun
was finding that he cared less and less…
Sequel To: Maybe Next Time
Disclaimer : Sadly, Saiyuki does not belong to me. I wish it did =) Don't sue me, I don't have any money
anyway.
Random Notes: Well, here it is,
the sequel to Maybe Next Time. Please do
let me know what you think, 'cause, you know, I may be persuaded to write more along
this vein. And incase you're curious, with
the exception of one book, all the others mentioned in this fic
are real and can be found at Borders (keep in mind that I picked these books
based on titles, not content lol).
Next time.
The words had been echoing through Goujun's
head ever since Kenren had spoken them.
Next time.
Goujun wondered if there really could
be a next time.
How
often does one accidentally come across one's subordinates locked in a
passionate embrace of lips and…
The Dragon King cut off the thought like a hot knife
cuts through butter. Just thinking in
that direction made him shudder, for more reasons then he would have liked to
admit. He wondered how something could
sound so right and so wrong all at once.
A rapid knock on his office door plucked the Dragon
King from whatever direction his thoughts may have gone. He tried to compose himself, straightening his
body in his seat. He moved some papers
around on the desk, then cleared his throat. He was not in the mood for visitors; he hadn't
been for the past couple of days.
The knock came again.
"Enter," Goujun
half growled in a tone that anyone who had served under him would recognize as
a warning that his mood was less then friendly.
Goujun watched as the door slowly opened and an all too familiar face peeked around
it. He crumbled slightly into his seat,
sighing inwardly. Goujun
wasn't sure if the Marshal's presence would be a welcome distraction at the
moment.
Tenpou seemed to be studying him from the doorway and that made the Dragon
King more uncomfortable then he ever had been before. He had always disliked the way Tenpou could read most people like they were an open book. It was probably the only fault Goujun had ever found in the Marshal, and even that wasn't
really a fault.
"Sit Tenpou," Goujun nearly growled out after his visitor's gaze became
too much for him. "I assume you
have those papers I was looking for."
"I do sir," the Marshal replied as he took a
seat, setting a book on Goujun's desk before handing
the folder he also carried over to Goujun, who began
to idly scan the pages.
"No casualties?" Goujun asked, not
looking up from the paperwork.
"None, sir."
"That's good.
You and your men do great work Marshal."
"Thank you sir, I'll tell them you said so."
Goujun nodded, then looked up at Tenpou
who was staring intently back at him and just like so many years ago, Goujun found himself lost in the Marshal's gaze. He remembered what it was like to look into
those eyes in the heat of passion…
Breaking the eye contact, Goujun
closed his eyes against the memory, barely able to hold back the groan that so
badly wanted to escape his lips. He
leaned back in his chair and tried to collect himself. He had so many years of practice under his
belt when it came to ignoring the lust that Tenpou often
raised in him. He didn't understand why
it was becoming an issue now. Well, not
fully at least.
Undoubtedly Tenpou must have
sensed the unease in the room, for he stood up and began to make an exit.
"If there is nothing else Goujun,
I should be going…"
Goujun nodded again, it was about all he could do. He watched as Tenpou
turned and reached out to grab the doorknob and the Dragon King suddenly found
himself rising to his feet.
"Tenpou…"
"Yes?" Tenpou
asked, turning to face the dragon once again.
"Why…?"
"Well, those books aren't going to read
themselves."
Goujun growled and Tenpou seemed to get the hint
that his attempted humor had gone unappreciated. "That's not what I meant, Tenpou."
"I know."
"Tell me why.
Why him?"
"Is there really anything I could say to make it
easier for you to understand?" Tenpou asked with
a sympathetic tone.
"I just want to know why, Tenpou."
"Well Goujun," the
Marshal began as he opened the office door, "when I figure it out, you'll
be the next to know."
And with that, Tenpou was gone;
leaving the Dragon King to ponder the Marshal's parting words. He wasn't sure exactly what he had expected
to hear as an answer to his question, but he knew for sure that what the
Marshal had said wasn't it.
Frustrated, Goujun sat back
down and ran a hand through his hair as he tried to forget what had just
transpired. He was beginning to think
things would be easier that way when he spotted Tenpou's
book still sitting on the corner of his desk.
Slowly the dragon reached out to the book that was much thinner then the
tome like volumes Tenpou often read. When the he held
it before him and read the three words that composed the title he couldn't help
but snort; though whether in amusement, frustration or utter bewilderment, he
couldn't be sure.
*****
As Tenpou walked out into
the crisp afternoon air he couldn't help but wonder what exactly Goujun hoped to gain from his question. Quite frankly, it surprised him that Goujun had even asked; then again, it seemed only natural for
the Dragon King to be curious about such a thing. And he had most certainly caught the question
Goujun hadn't
asked: why him and not me?
As the Marshal crossed the compound that was home to
the Western Army he was suddenly very relieved he hadn't let Kenren deliver their little "invitation" as they
had originally planned. There was no
telling what might have transpired if Kenren had
walked into Goujun's office. Then again, if Kenren
had gone, Goujun most likely wouldn't have talked
anything other then business.
Whatever the outcome may have been, Tenpou was suddenly having second thoughts about Kenren's little plan.
The more he thought about it, the more he was starting to think the
whole thing sounded like something out of a bad romance novel. Where else would two ex lovers be brought
back together for a threesome initiated by none other then a horny General who
had a passion for stirring up trouble? Only a cheesy romance writer could think of a
scenario like that. Well, a cheesy
romance writer and Kenren, of course.
As he entered the building that housed his own
quarters, Tenpou wonder if perhaps he should just
turn around and go collect his book, acting like the eccentric, absent minded Marshal
everyone thought he was and playing it off like it really had been a case of
forgetfulness. But the more he though
about it, the more he realized that
by now, Goujun would have undoubtedly noticed the "forgotten"
book and since the dragon was no dunce, he would have most likely deduced its
hidden message as well. If things were
awkward a few minutes ago, they would be doubly so if he went back now. At least he could just stand behind Kenren and feign innocence should the dragon arrive at his
quarters, book in his hand and scowl on his face.
The thought of Kenren
dealing with an angry Dragon King in a more then slightly awkward situation
made Tenpou smile to himself as he opened the door to
his quarters. When he entered his
personal study from the sitting room, he was met with a rather odd sight; just one
more thing to add to the list of surprises for the day.
Perched on his desk, amongst a few stacks of books, was Kenren; and no matter how many
times Tenpou blinked, he still saw the same thing:
the General was reading.
"Well, this is a surprise," Tenpou stated, trying not to act as if hell might be in the
process of freezing over.
"Hey, I read," Kenren
replied, feigning hurt as he looked up from the book in his lap.
"Military orders and the warning labels on your
cigarettes do not constitute reading."
"
Curious as to what exactly Kenren
was getting at, Tenpou closed the gap between himself
and the desk Kenren had turned into a makeshift seat. Cautiously he read the title of the book in Kenren's hand: The
Love of a Soldier, and immediately he knew where this was going.
"Well, please accept my apologies Kenren," Tenpou replied, his
voice heavy with sarcasm, "but I'm not sure what I did with my copy of Nude Soldiers Frolicking in Lotus Garden."
"See, now that's
something that wouldn't disappoint," the General stated with enthusiasm
and Tenpou merely shook his head.
"Should I even bother asking what you are doing?"
"I thought I'd take a look through your extensive
inventory for more books that could be used as hints incase our beloved Dragon
King doesn't get our drift the first time around."
Tenpou couldn't help but snort at the idea of this silly game continuing on, "Goujun is not stupid, Kenren. You think leaving behind a book entitled Riding the Dragon was too subtle?"
"No, I just think that Goujun
is incredibly stubborn and might need a little extra coaxing."
Tenpou had to admit, Kenren had a point there,
though he still didn't like the idea of this sort of thing carrying on. Against his better judgment, Tenpou began to look through the stacks of books Kenren had pulled from his shelves.
Alls
Fair in Love and War…
Must
Love Dragons…
Gods
and Generals…
The
King and I…
The
Story the Soldiers Wouldn't Tell…
Crouching
Tiger, Hidden Dragon…
Three's
Company…
Even after only looking through a few of the selected
titles, Tenpou could pretty much guess the rest of
the books Kenren had selected. Sighing, he turned to walk back into his sitting
room, the sound of boot heels hitting marble floor behind him signifying that Kenren was following suit.
"Having second thoughts?" Kenren asked when the Marshal took a seat on one of his
couches.
"Not at all," Tenpou
replied and that wasn't a complete lie because he couldn't deny that the idea
of Kenren and
Goujun was incredibly intriguing. "I'm just not sure it is going to go as
you have planned."
"You don't think he'll come?"
"Oh, he'll come to return the book at the very
least; but I don't think that a romp with his subordinates is high on his list
of priorities."
"Hmm," Kenren
replied as he sat next to Tenpou, looking as though
he was giving this careful consideration, "Well, we'll deal with that when
he gets here."
"I guess so."
"Until then, I'm going to catch up on some real reading," the General said as
he pulled from his uniform pocket a well worn, dog-eared book that Tenpou could not recall having seen before. He watched as Kenren
settled himself against the cushions of the sofa and began reading, a smile
slowly creeping across his lips.
Unable to hold back any longer, Tenpou
gave in and let his eyes flicker across the cover of the book, having to read
it multiple times to confirm that, yes,
the book was indeed titled The Threesome
Handbook.
*****
Goujun was trying his hardest to finish the paperwork that sat before him on
his desk but he just couldn't concentrate.
He tried to convince himself that it was because he had had a long day,
but every time his eyes caught a glimpse of the book that now sat on his desk,
he knew that wasn't true.
Point of fact, the book was driving him nuts. Considering the events of the last couple of
days, Goujun was pretty sure he couldn't take the
title of the book as mere coincidence.
He had contemplated returning it
immediately, but decided against it. If
it really was more then just Tenpou's forgetfulness
that lead to this book being left behind, Goujun didn't
want to seem desperate in the eyes of his subordinates. So he had waited as the hours slowly passed
by and tried to finish the seemingly never ending pile of paper work that was
always stacked on his desk.
After four hours of attempted work, Goujun let out a defeated
sigh. Standing, he grabbed the book from
atop his desk and walked out of his office, prepared to return the book and to
find out exactly what was going on.
*****
Tenpou had to admit that it was incredibly difficult to ignore Kenren when the General was standing before him with only a
towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water from his recent shower still
trickling down his tanned flesh. Difficult, yes; but not impossible.
It was however, more difficult to continue reading a
book when it was suddenly being pulled from your hands and gingerly tossed
across the room. Forget difficult, it
was fully impossible.
And now that Tenpou did not
have a place in which to bury his vision, looking away from the scantily clad
General was becoming closer to the realm of impossible; which was probably what
Kenren had been going for.
"I'm getting the distinct impression that you are
trying to ignore me," the General cooed as he closed the gap between
them.
"I was not ignoring you," Tenpou answered, patient smile on his face, "I was
just trying to finish the page I was on."
Kenren rolled his eyes, "Uh-huh.
Tell me, dear Marshal, is there ever a time when you aren't playing mind
games?"
"It's possible," Tenpou
replied as Kenren began to lean in close.
"Right, I didn't think so," Kenren whispered as their lips brushed and their impending
kiss was promptly interrupted by a knocking at the Marshal's door.
Kenren sighed, "My, he does have incredible timing, doesn't he?"
"It would appear so," Tenpou
replied, watching as Kenren adjusted his towel before
striding gracefully out of the study and towards the entrance to his quarters.
For some reason, it didn't occur to Tenpou that Kenren answering the
door clad only in a towel might not be the best idea in the world.
*****
Before making his way to Tenpou's
quarters, Goujun stopped by the Marshal's office only
to find it empty of anything other then the clutter of paperwork and books that
seemed to follow Tenpou where ever he went.
Now at the door to the Marshal's private quarters, Goujun stood silently for a moment before knocking. As he waited, he tried to prepare himself for
any number of things that might happen once the door was opened.
When the door did open however, Goujun
had to admit to himself that he had not planned for an almost naked General to
greet him, but there Kenren was, towel secured low
around his hips, hair in lazy, still damp spikes, his grin practically
stretching ear to ear.
For the first time in his life, words seemed to fail Goujun as he stood there taking in the sight of the unruly
General before him, unable to deny that, at least on a physical level, he could
see why the Marshal was attracted to Kenren. The man was trim but muscular, his entire
body long and agile, his posture relaxed and commanding attention. What undoubtedly made things worse was that Kenren knew all these things and Goujun
could see it in the way the he stood and he could hear it in his voice when the
man finally decided to speak.
"Well now, this
is a surprise," Kenren began, and Goujun couldn't help but wonder if his visit was all that
much a surprise. "What can we do for you, commander?"
The Dragon King arched his eyebrows at Kenren's use of his rank; marveling in the way that the
General made something that should sound official actually sound so
casual.
"Where is Tenpou?"
Goujun asked, realizing too late that he had not used
the Marshal's rank. Kenren,
on the other hand, didn't miss it.
"The Marshal,
you mean?" Kenren asked.
"I'm right here, Goujun,"
Tenpou announced as he walked in from his study to
stand just in front of Kenren. Goujun was pleased
to see that at least one of the two soldiers before him was properly
clothed. "What is it that you need,
sir?"
For a moment, all Goujun
could do was stare at his two subordinates.
There were so many things Goujun had noticed about
them in the past; little things that he had mistaken for loyalty among
soldiers, but now he knew it was a different sort of thing all together.
They always stood so close, Kenren
usually a hair's width behind and slightly to the side of Tenpou,
peering over the Marshal's shoulder. A
week ago, Goujun would have said it was a sign of
loyalty and trust between a Marshal and his closest subordinate, and it still
was; though Goujun knew better now…
"Commander…?" came Tenpou's
voice, stirring Goujun from his thoughts as the
dragon looked down to the book in his hand, the thin volume suddenly becoming
impossibly heavy.
"You left this in my office earlier, Marshal,"
Goujun managed, his head still swimming with little
details about the two men before him, as he handed the book to Tenpou.
The Marshal let out a light chuckle as he took the
book, "Sometimes I think I'd lose my own mind if it were not properly
surrounded by my thick skull."
"Some would say you already have," Kenren commented with a snort, earning himself an elbow to
the ribcage from a now grinning Tenpou and it took a
fair amount of willpower for the dragon not to grin in return. He was finding himself intrigued by their sudden
playfulness; something he had never before been privy to.
"Thank you for returning this Goujun,"
Tenpou said as he waved the book in front of him.
Goujun nodded, about to make his leave when Kenren
draped an arm around one of Tenpou's shoulders and
rested his chin on the other.
"Care to come in, Goujun?"
Kenren asked as the General took a step back, guiding
Tenpou with him.
The Dragon King did not miss the almost seductive tone the General had
used, nor did he miss the inviting look in Tenpou's
eyes. They were chipping away at his
last reservations; he knew and they knew it and Goujun
was finding that he cared less and less.
Without another word, the dragon stepped into the
Marshal's quarters, striding past his two subordinates until he was standing in
the center of the room listening to the door close behind him. He could hear low, whispered words, but he
couldn't make out more then one or two of them.
When Goujun heard padded
footsteps behind him, he knew that Kenren was
approaching, for the General was obviously not wearing any boots. When Kenren brushed
up against his right side before walking around a few feet in front of him, Goujun could not hold back the sharp intake of breath that
the contact induced.
"You know," Kenren
stated matter-of-factly, "I've always thought you were a magnificent
looking creature, Goujun."
Goujun snorted at the words, not sure how else to respond to the General's "confession". When Goujun made no
other response, Kenren merely stared back at him and
the dragon could feel Kenren's piercing gaze darting
all over his body. When moments passed
and still no words were spoken, Goujun blinked and
turned his gaze away from the half naked General.
"What's wrong, Goujun?"
Kenren asked, not without a hint of amusement in his
voice. "Don't like what you see?"
The dragon snorted once more, "It is because I like what I see, that I look away."
"Really?" Kenren replied through a chuckle, "And
here I thought I was merely a thorn in your side."
"I never said you weren't," the dragon
responded as he allowed a grin to play across his face. From behind him, Goujun
heard an amused chuckle that could have only come from Tenpou
and the dragon watched as Kenren turned his gaze to
look past him, eyebrows arched.
"Is it two against one now?" Kenren asked, feigning innocence. "Is the handsome General to be ravished
by his commanding officers?"
Unable to resist any longer, Goujun
began to take tentative steps towards the General, a low rumble building in his
throat, "Don't pretend you wouldn't like that, Kenren."
*****
Kenren tried to keep an eye on both Tenpou and Goujun, but as the dragon came closer, he found it hard to
look away. Goujun's
piercing gaze seemed to go right through him, sending a slight shiver down his
spine. He tried to shake it off with a
grin as Goujun stopped within an inch of his
body. He could smell the exotic scent of
the dragon-man who stood before him as Goujun leaned
in close. His commander did not touch him;
instead he began to sniff Kenren's neck, taking in
his scent with a low growl. The sound so
close to his body startled the General and he flinched.
"Scared General?" Goujun asked in a low, feral voice, his warm
breath falling against Kenren's skin.
Kenren let out a low groan, "Never in my life, Commander."
Goujun made a breathy grunting noise and Kenren
assumed that was what passed for a snort of laughter as far as the dragon was
concerned. The General glanced briefly
over at Tenpou who was still leaning up against the
entry way to his office watching as their C.O. sniffed him like a predator
sniffing out a newcomer; which was pretty much what this was, expect they were
all predators here; and that could spell all sorts of trouble, or it could lead
to all sorts of fun. Kenren
wasn't quite sure which it would be, right now all he knew was that Goujun was sniffing him out and Tenpou
was watching them with hungry eyes and a faint grin of what almost appeared to
be satisfaction.
Kenren let out a low moan when he felt Goujun's
hands finally come in contact with him, caressing his wanting skin with
slightly scaled fingers and sharp nails.
The General leaned into the dragon's body and when their hips touched,
the two men felt each other's growing erections and neither could hold back the
groans that escaped their lips.
Kenren quickly began to undo the clips and buckles of Goujun's
kingly uniform, having decided that he should not be the only one mostly devoid
of clothing. As he exposed the pale,
scaly chest of the Dragon King, he could not help but lick his lips in
anticipation. Once the uniform top was
fully removed, Kenren began to run tentative fingers
over Goujun's chest, the feel of the scales on the
pads of his fingers causing goose bumps to ghost over his own sensitive flesh. The contact made the dragon growl softly as he
applied more pressure against Kenren's bare flesh
with his claws. Kenren
growled in return and buried his face against the curve where the dragon's neck
met broad shoulders.
Kenren glanced to Tenpou again, noting the Marshal
had removed his tie and lab coat, though he had not appeared to have moved
much, if at all. Kenren
felt Goujun's claws drag slow and hard down his back
and the General pressed harder against Goujun's body,
rubbing his head against the dragon's neck, digging his own blunt nails into
the dragon's firm skin. Kenren saw Tenpou's grin broaden
and Kenren was pretty sure that the man could
probably get off on just watching them.
And really, who was he to deny his Marshal?
Kenren shot Tenpou a sly grin over the dragon's
shoulder, then snaked a hand up Goujun's chest to the
dragon's shoulder and up the back of his neck until his hand was griped tightly
in Goujun's hair.
The Dragon King stiffened for a moment, but as soon as Kenren began to bite at Goujun's
neck he loosened himself with an almost delicate purr, and if that didn't stroke Kenren's
ego, nothing would.
Kenren lifted his mouth to Goujun's ear and
whispered in to it while tightening his hold in the dragon's shorter locks, "Do
dragons always purr in such a manner?"
Goujun replied with a growl that Kenren knew was lined
with anger. Using his grip in the dragon's
hair, Kenren brought them face to face. He stared into Goujun's
burning red eyes.
"Oh come now, commander. I like it."
Kenren watched as Goujun raised his eyebrows in mild
confusion and Kenren grinned. The Dragon King opened his mouth to speak,
but Kenren was fast, especially in situations like
this and he took advantage of Goujun's moment of
shock to take the dragon in a rough kiss.
Kenren, enjoying the feel of his lips against the rougher lips of the dragon, heard
Goujun and Tenpou as they both inhaled sharply at almost the same
time. Oh yes, Kenren
was now quite certain that Tenpou could get off just watching them and that made it
all the better as Kenren felt Goujun's
sharp teeth graze against his lips, then his tongue.
Kenren suddenly became lost in the moment.
He thought he tasted blood and had could only assume it was his. He felt Goujun's
claws digging into the skin of his shoulder and his waist. He tightened his grip in Goujun's
hair, if that were at all possible. He
felt Goujun's forked tongue trail from the edge of
his lips down to his jaw line before the dragon caught the General's lips in a
kiss of his own. The world seemed to be
melting away and he began to understand why Tenpou
had gone to the Dragon King's bed so long ago; but as he felt his body being
forced up against an unforgiving wall, he couldn't understand why the Marshal
had ever stopped making those visits.
"Shit Goujun, you play
so rough," Kenren
half groaned playfully.
"Oh, you have no
idea," replied a third voice that most certainly did not belong to the
dragon.
*****
At first, all Tenpou could
do was watch as Kenren and Goujun
taunted and teased each other, first with their words, then with their hands
and finally with their lips. When Kenren had run his tanned hand through Goujun's
near white hair Tenpou felt heat rising in his
stomach and he had to admit to himself that there was a little jealousy
stirring within that heat; Kenren was his after all. When Goujun had
backed Kenren up against the wall Tenpou
could no longer just sit back and watch.
Within seconds he was firmly pressed up against Goujun's back, staring Kenren in
the eyes over the dragon's shoulders, taking in the General's wry smile and the
scent of the aroused dragon king sandwiched between them.
Working quickly, Tenpou slid
a hand between the two men, running his fingers along the top of the towel that
somehow managed to still cling to Kenren's body. The other he entwined in Goujun's
hair where his long white braid fell away from his head. Taking a step back, Tenpou
used his hold on Goujun to pull the dragon king back
with him, his other hand pulling the towel from Kenren's
waist and he could feel the growl that rose with in the dragon at the sight of Kenren fully exposed before them.
With practiced hands, Tenpou
began to undo the fastenings of Goujun's pants from
behind as he planted firm kisses down the dragon's back until he was on his
knees and pulling down the last vestiges of the Dragon King's uniform.
Once the dragon had stepped out of his pants, Tenpou began to plant kisses and small bites back up along
the dragon's body, from firm leg muscles up all the way up to strong shoulder
muscles as he stood once more, reaching his hand around to grip Goujun's firm erection.
One glance over the dragon's shoulder revealed that Kenren
was now stroking his own erection and the Marshal couldn't help but moan at the
sight.
After a few moments of stroking and squeezing Goujun's hard cock, Tenpou once again
laced a hand amongst the dragon's long braid, using it to pull Goujun's head back so that lips and ear could rest side by
side, the Marshal flicking his tongue against the edge of the dragon's ear.
"I want to see you on your knees in front of Kenren," he half purred into Goujun's
ear and when the dragon growled sharply Tenpou though
ordering Goujun around might not be such a good
idea. At least that was until Goujun slowly began to drop to the ground.
Releasing his hold on Goujun's
cock, Tenpou watch as Goujun
settled on his knees before the now slightly stunned General. Tenpou smiled at
his lover's expression and when Goujun took the
General's cock in his mouth, between pale lips he stepped close to Kenren so that Goujun practically
knelt between his legs, the dragon's head occasionally moving back far enough
to bump against the Marshal's erection which was still hidden behind the fabric
of his pants.
For a moment Tenpou let his
tongue flick at Kenren's small, hard nipples,
delighting in the sounds that Kenren made before
moving his tongue up the General's chest, shoulders and neck until his mouth
rested near Kenren's ear.
"How does it feel to have his mouth around your
cock?" Tenpou asked, unable to hide his grin as
he spoke.
"Hnnn…fucking awesome,"
Kenren replied through moans and heavy breaths.
"Do you want to see me fuck him, Kenren?" Tenpou questioned
as he ran his hands up and down Kenren's upper body,
feeling every twitch and flex from his toned muscles.
For a moment, Kenren merely
shook his head until he was able to grind out a "hell yeah" in
response.
Smiling, Tenpou pushed
himself away from the two men and began to remove the rest of his clothing. He was more then happy to oblige his General.
*****
Kenren couldn't believe it when Goujun dropped to his knees before him. That was almost too much to absorb, at least until he felt the dragon's rough