Author : lillypuff
Email: lilly_puff22 (at) yahoo (dot)
com
LiveJournal: http://lillypuff.livejournal.com
Pairing : Tenpou x Kenren, Goujun x Tenpou, and perhaps
hints at something else :D
Theme : 30Kisses - #04, our distance and that person
Completed: 5 of 30
Rating : Older Teens/PG-13
Warning(s) : sexuality, a
tiny bit of angst
Summary : There was something about the way
Tenpou had Kenren pushed up
against the wall that kept the Dragon King's eyes fixed on the two apparent
lovers…
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: I've
been wanting to write a 10K & Goujun
fic for awhile now, and here it is.
He should have been angry, furious even. He should have been, but he wasn't. He couldn't blame Tenpou
for going after what he wanted, he himself had done
the same long ago.
He shouldn't be here, and neither should they, but he
was and they were. He shouldn't keep
watching, yet he couldn't turn away.
There was something about the way Tenpou had Kenren pushed up against the wall that kept the Dragon King's
eyes fixed on the two apparent lovers.
Something in the way that Tenpou's lips
devoured the other man's in a kiss made the heat rise in Goujun's
stomach and it displeased him to know that this sight before him made him
hungry. Hungry for the things he once
had and for things he never had as well.
Oh yes, some time ago he had had the pleasure of
feeling Tenpou's embrace, feeling the man's lips
against his own, but he was pretty sure it was never quite like what he now
witnessed. There had been passion, that
he was sure of, and desire too, but what he thought they may have lacked
together all those years ago he found being made up for in spades as he watched
his two subordinates in their own little world; were anyone could see them,
where anyone could watch. Anyone.
Finally unable to continue watching the kiss that
seemed never ending, Goujun retreated back around the
corner that had brought him upon this secret moment. He leaned against a wall and tried to collect
himself. He tried to force away the
image, tried to cool the feeling in the pit of his stomach. Oh how he tried; but now that the truth was
right before him he was unable to deny it any longer. He knew now it was Kenren
that had caused the change, whether the General knew it or not, intended it or
not.
Goujun laughed inwardly at the term, as if Kenren
had made Tenpou into some sort of monster. He hadn't of course, but Goujun
knew that Kenren was the reason Tenpou
came around his office less often. And Goujun wondered if Kenren was the
reason why a sly smile would often play across Tenpou's
face at the oddest of times, as if the Marshal was recalling some secret or
some stolen moment the two of them had managed to capture. It all made sense now, but the more Goujun thought about it, the more he realized it should
have made sense some time ago. It's not
like the rumors hadn't been circling for awhile now. It's not like there hadn't been signs. But Goujun had
ignored it all, denied it all, because his
Marshal wouldn't fall for someone like Kenren. His
Marshal was above…
The sound of a chuckle brought the Dragon King from
his thoughts. That was Kenren's laugh, undoubtedly, Goujun would have know it anywhere. It was as carefree and easygoing as the body
from which it came, as untamed and passionate as the General himself was and Goujun found himself almost wishing he could be that
way. Almost.
Against his better judgment, Goujun
briefly peeked back around the corner to once again spy on his
subordinates. The kiss was over now, but
the two men were still standing close against each other, foreheads touching,
hands on each other's waists. Goujun could just barely make out the alley cat grin that
was visible on Kenren's face and the look of pure
contentment that washed over Tenpou. He had to admit how perfect they looked
together, two heavenly kami, leaders of men who
looked so content standing motionlessly against each other as if they were a
statue instead of living, breathing beings.
It was at this moment that Goujun
found the anger that should have assailed him when he first stumbled upon the
scene. He wasn't angry with Tenpou,
he imagined that was next to impossible for him to be. He wanted to be angry with Kenren, but he couldn't be that either, because Kenren has transferred to the Western Army long after he and Tenpou
had put an end to the most intimate part of their relationship. No, the Dragon King was merely angry with
himself. Angry for wishing there was someone else to blame, for if Kenren had come along earlier at least he could blame him
or Tenpou for putting an end to their intimacy. But that was not the case, Goujun finally admitted to himself. He had only himself to blame for not being
able to give his former lover everything the man had needed, even if he still
didn't understand what exactly that
was. Whatever it may be, it was obvious
that Kenren was more then capable of giving it and
strangely enough that settled the fire in his stomach more then anything else
could. At least his Marshal would be happy now…
New sounds roused the Dragon King from his thoughts
now, rustling fabric, leather against leather and the sound of footsteps coming
near. At first Goujun
wanted to walk as quickly as he could down the hallway and out the door before
he could be seen, but he steadied himself.
He was the Dragon King of the
Quickly and quietly he took several large steps back
down the hallway, away from the corner where he had stood and watched. Taking a deep breath he began to walk back
towards the same corner as if he were merely walking down the hall like he had
been when he had first stumbled upon the two men. He wasn't sure who would come walking around
the corner, perhaps just Kenren or Tenpou, or perhaps both of them, but he suddenly wished it
would be Kenren.
Tenpou would undoubtedly be able to see
through the mask of composure Goujun was wearing; as
he had before on the rare occasions that the Dragon King became unsteady about
something.
Almost the second the thought crossed his mind, Kenren came strolling nonchalantly around the corner of the
joining hallway, hands in his pockets, smiling.
The General sidestep gracefully to avoid collision with Goujun as he rounded the corner and as they passed Kenren nodded his head slightly towards Goujun
while pulling a hand from it's pocket. Goujun nodded in
return, long since having learned there was no point in reprimanding Kenren for his less then soldierly behavior.
As the two men passed each other, Goujun
felt Kenren's hand brush against his own, stopping
him dead in his tracks. He turned his
head to glance back at the General who had also stopped walking for the
moment. Goujun
watched as Kenren turned his head to address him and
he noticed a certain sparkle in the General's eyes.
"Next time Goujun," Kenren
began, his smiling becoming more mischievous then Goujun
had ever seen before, "you should make your presence know."
Goujun remained his usual collected self on the outside but on the inside his
heart was beginning to race and the heat was returning to the pit of his
stomach. He should have know that one or both of them would have noticed his
presence, they were superb soldiers after all.
Goujun arched an eyebrow at Kenren as if the General
had just suggested something utterly unheard of, which is exactly what he had
done.
"Next time, General?"
"Yes, next
time." Kenren echoed as he turned his head
and continued his previous course down the hallway, never looking back.
Goujun watched until Kenren rounded another corner,
disappearing out of sight, leather coat flickering out behind him before it too
vanished down the connecting hallway.
Goujun turned his head forward again, standing motionless, breathless, speechless. After a
moment, against all odds, a small flicker of a smile quickly graced the Dragon
Kings scaled visage.
Next time.
~THE
END~
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