Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Blue on Blue ❯ Chapter 1

Blue on Blue

 

 

 

 

 

I wake to the insistent teasing at my lips. I respond with passion and ardour to that sweet sensation. Not long ago, I had this self-same taste during our powerful, almost brutal fucking. Hugging him to me, I revel in his deep renewed kisses. Breaking the contact between us, he whispers seductively,

"We have a new assignment, my General."

I groan with disappointment. I had hoped to spend the day in cherry blossom viewing with him, while enjoying sake and music.

"It won't be that bad, we can bathe together before we need depart."

"Mmm." It was better than nothing. Tenpou's baths were never dull, or unexciting.

Stretching, I open my eyes lazily, taking in his bespectacled face. Tenderly, he removes the sheet, admiring my battle-scared body. I flush like a teen-ager under his critical inspection, my cock rising to attention. Stroking my cheek, he gives me one of his rare genuine smiles.

Turning on his heel, he heads toward the bathroom, undressing as he goes. Damn, he is so sexy. I'm hard again and I want him. Now. Does he do this deliberately or is it something just to keep me off balance?

"Coming?" His voice is sing-song as he waits for me.

"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses." There ought to be a law against being chipper in the morning. "So, when did these new orders come through, anyway?"

"I sent them out this morning."

"You Bastard!"

Stepping into the shower, he pulls me in after him. he laughs, teasing my lower lip, he inviting me into his mouth by sucking my tongue.

"No. You're fucking with me, so I'm not fucking you."

His eyes are almost unnaturally bright, and if I didn't know him better I would say that he was doing some mind altering substance. More likely it was just the thought of causing trouble of some sort that got him this excited.

"But, I need you to be my eyes and ears, my dearest Kenren." He presses his lips to my forehead.

Sighing, I relent. "What can I do to serve you my Marshal?"

Smiling, he pushes down on my shoulders, so that I'm kneeling in front of him, eye level with his pecker. I find him with a boner like me. I want to take him up the ass so much it hurts, but he's got some other fool idea.

"Is this an invitation?"

"Only... if you... want... it to... be." No way he's fooling me. Not with that hoarse, disjointed voice.

I tease the head of his cock, listening to his gasp of pleasure.

On my head, I feel a dousing of cold liquid, then his hands rubbing through my hair. I adore his fingers, the things he does with them... He's read every goddamn sex book in existence and isn't afraid to use what he's read.

I take him deep in my throat, smiling into his dark curls, as he moans and leans into me. His hands are less insistent, but still stroke behind my ears affectionately.

His cum fills my mouth with the taste that is distinctly Tenpou, salty yet bitter-sweet. I share with him this sample of himself, his response is electric, and unexpected.

I didn't think he would be so rough with the returning kiss. Almost as if he were taking vengeance on me for having done so, he was practically biting my entire mouth. But then, he could he a fierce lover. For all his soft looks, there was nothing soft about this man.

Breaking the personal possession he acquired of me, I look around for the lube gel. No such luck. Going to have to grin and bear it.

"You forgot something terribly important." I mummer in his ear. He lifts an eye brow, tilting his head to the side.

"No, I think not." He thinks on it again, counting his fingers.

"Are you sure."

Counting the fingers again. "Oh, yes, quite sure."

"Don't complain to me if it hurts then." I turn his sweet ass to me.

He completes a manœuver of astounding agility I've never seen with a blur of motion, ending up behind me.

"You don't get that luxury."

"Son of a bitch."

"Now, now. You know there's always a good reason for everything I do, even if it isn't immediately apparent. Believe me, this is for your own good."

He finishes washing and rinsing my hair, running it through his fingers to undo snarls.

He soaps my entire body with liquid soap in his hands, then starts scrubbing with brushes attached to each palm. I never knew this could be so sensual.

"Tenpou, my balls are aching. Please, at least let me take some pressure off." I move my hand to intercept my cock.

"I believe I gave you an order, General Kenren." That was his battlefield voice.

I freeze. Fuck, when he gets like that, someone could get hurt, and that some one was likely to be me.

His scrubbings turn me on even more, until I come of my own accord, without truly relieving myself.

"You're going to pay dearly for this Field Marshal Tenpou."

"Promises, promises General Kenren." Smiling wickedly, he rinses me.

He dries us both, brushing my hands away in irritation. To soften his methods, he kisses me gently on the lips, caressing my cheek.

"I'll be right back. Don't move, and certainly, don't do anything."

Even for Tenpou, he was acting strangely. I found my cigarettes and lit one, inhaling gratefully. There was the smell of noxious fumes from a pot that Tenpou returned with.

He was wearing a full apron, smoking his own lit cigarette, and carrying what was more like a cauldron than just a pot. A bubbling mud-like mixture was seething within.

"What the hell is that? It stinks." He wrinkles his nose a bit.

"Oh, this...? You might say that this is an ancient recipe for ferocity in warriors. I was going to field test it to-day. Since your troops were in rotation, I thought I would have you test it for me."

"You're shitting me, right? Please tell me it isn't so." I'm no wuss, but, Tenpou has a habit of not reading all directions. Like when he made his own alcohol. CAUTION: Poisonous if taken internally. "First, you tell me what it is, how you're supposed to use it, what it's supposed to do once you do, or I'm not letting any of that crap touch me."

He looks slightly crestfallen. Brows gathering in the center, he thinks for a moment, scratching his head.

"I have no idea, -- exactly-- what it's made of, except mud, and some boiled leaves, possibly a few other things. And as I've already told you, it's to make a warrior fiercer in battle."

"Uh-huh. And how do you use it?" Was that a lecherous look behind his glasses?

Licking his lips nervously, "You wear it." He pauses dramatically. "On your naked body."

"If this were for home use, I could find it funny, even erotic, but are you fucking nuts?" Bad phraseology.

"You're joking, right? You Ordered the patrol, all of them, to wear this, naked?" He just stands there smiling. Smiling.

"Yes, that about sums it up nicely. Now if you'll just hold still while I..."

"No way in hell." He looks at me with those deep eyes of his, losing me in their depths.

"Forgive me in advance."

His hand snakes out, grabbing my still stoked shaft, twisting it just so. I've been so hard all morning, even this touch sends me diving into my nether regions.

All I think of is how good his hand feels on my cock and balls. I don't care what he does to me as long as he keeps this up.

I just moan, letting him do all the work. A warm, slick substance covers me as he satisfies me.

It spreads to my legs, torso, back, chest, neck and I whimper as he stops his attentions.

My nose, by this time, is used to the smell. He finishes off with my face and hair. I start to feel good. Real good.

I'm still hard as a rock. He washes the mud from his hands then gets dressed in his full military dress uniform.

I still want him, but there are other priorities right now. Killing sounds fun. Battle is nothing more than light exercise, and I need it, now. Pulling on his gloves, he throws me a sword and shield.

"Let's get it on!" Snarls are practically torn from my throat. I didn't know I could sound like that.

He's smiling again. Like a father proud of his son.

I start marching out the door. Tenpou thinks about it, then shrugs.

"If you've got it, flaunt it, and you definitely have it."

It was still early enough that not too many civilians were out. A few Courtiers were there, but they were too polite to even think that I was naked showing my glory.

Tenpou had gone from the easy-going lover I knew he could be, to the stern military Field Marshal everyone expected.

 

Arriving at the field of combat, the entirety of my comrades in arms were painted blue, and naked. Most looked embarrassed or uncomfortable when Tenpou inspected them.

A few held their ground, those were my hand picked officers. Tenpou was the only one there clothed, and in his immaculate whites, he shone brightly.

Approaching the ranking commander, Tenpou takes him aside.

"Is the other company prepared?"

"Yes, Field Marshal."

"Excellent. Deploy your troops as per our earlier discussion."

"Yes, Sir."

 

We go to the battlefield with one order: Kill anyone that doesn't look like you. Stupid order, really. We don't truly die...that takes God weapons, and we certainly aren't carrying those. Wounded, yes. Dead, no. I want this battle, bad.

 

One of my last coherent thoughts was upon seeing the enemy. Shit, they're wearing full battle armour. Then, I'm screaming like a maniac in a full frontal attack, blue, naked and loving it.

 

When I next have a moment of consciousness, Tenpou, still in his dress whites, is standing over me.

"Welcome back, General Kenren."

"Were we victorious?" A finger to my parched lips.

"Was there ever any doubt, my General?" His voice is quiet and gentle.

For the first time, I notice the blood on his uniform. "Mine?" I gesture toward the stains with my chin.

"Amongst others." I frown.

"What was our casualty rate?"

"Better than expected. They didn't expect much from your men, but I knew better. You've gained new respect from many people."

"That's not an answer. How many?"

"Not for you to worry." His tone was harder now.

"Tell me." He's hiding again. I can't tell his expression.

"Two to one losses. Yet you won, with the odds against you, you still were the victors. The more men that fell, the fiercer the rest of you fought. It was glorious."

"You were there?" I sound my disbelief.

"Of course. But time for debriefing and such later. I should get you home and tend to the rest of these wounds."

More scars for my collection. I'm blood soaked from wounds I don't even feel.

My voice sounds like dead reeds crushing against one another. "Was I one of the casualties?"

"No, you were always at the forefront taking the brunt of the force."

"You realise I don't remember anything. Good eyes and ears for you, Marshal." Kindness fills his face like the light from a warm campfire.

"Sometimes actions speak louder than words. Do you think you can walk now?" He helps me to a sitting position. I'm a little dizzy, but it passes quickly.

"Yes, Sir. I believe I can."

"Excellent." He leaves momentarily, returning with a voluminous brocade cloak of gold.

"That must be some good shit you used, Tenpou, I still don't feel any pain."

"See, you're even more valuable in your observations than you think."

I grunt. "If you say so." Standing, he envelopes me with the silk lined cloak. I'm grateful for the warmth. I hadn't noticed myself growing cold, but now I can tell it's later than I thought.

"I thought you might appreciate these as well." He hands me my shit kickers. He knows the way to my heart.

Sliding my feet in, I feel a momentary thrill of leather against my skin. "Oh, yeah."

He bows, extending a sweeping arm toward the exit. "After you, General."

I stride into the cool night air, Tenpou at my side. Briskly walking home, Tenpou's mind wanders back to the battle, speaking out loud to me about things I have no recollection of.

Beating Warriors to 'death' with my bare hands, rather, making a blow that would be considered lethal were these not war-games. He talks in abstract numbers that mean nothing to me.

Sometimes, seemingly half the time, Tenpou lives in his own little world, forgetting the problems of those around us, yet managing to manipulate events without our knowing.

Arriving home, I drop the cloak and pull off my boots, heading directly to the bath. Do not pass go, do not collect two-hundred dollars. With a grin, I notice Tenpou is right behind me. Pay backs are hell. This time I make sure I have lube in the toilet articles.

I climb in the tub, filling it with steaming hot water. Tenpou thoughtfully brings both our smokes, lighting one for each of us. Handing me mine, he kneels next to the tub, beginning to gently scrub at my skin. Kneading the taut muscles he finds there, my body almost completely relaxes.

"Aren't you coming in too?"

"No, I want this covering to come off you, not get on me." He grunts in satisfaction. "The herb has acted as an astringent. Most of these wounds are superficial at best. The blood is your opponent's."

I reach out with a tenderness rarely shown to anyone, touching his face, tracing its outlines. I feel his smile as he closes one hand over mine, drawing it to his lips.

There's a warm wetness as he nibbles down my palm to the wrist continuing up the rest of my inner arm to the elbow.

With small bites he makes his campaign to my throat and ears. Happily, I lean back, letting him take ultimate control of my body.

Sensuously touching my erogenous zones one after another makes me aware of how much I want him.

"I wish I could sleep and fuck at the same time." He gives me one of his damnable inscrutable laughs.

"What?"

"You do fuck in your sleep." His hand still in the water, trails down past my stomach to my waiting hard-on, in pretense of washing it.

"You... are so... so... ah... uhm..." My brain shuts down, filling with erotic pleasure. I am conscious of only two things, his hand and my dick.

He pulls me out of the bath, showering me off. Trying to remove his hand, I grab him by his wrist.

"Don't even think of stopping now." Kissing me, he leads me to the bed-room, but his hand hasn't stopped.

"Take me, Kenren." Whispering, his breath is hot on my ear.

"Yes, Tenpou, yes." Lubing myself, I'm almost to the point of orgasm now. Grabbing him around the waist, I throw him onto the bed, sweet ass up, legs spread. With happy relief, I thrust into him completely.

The cry of satisfaction and fulfilment bursts forth from between his teeth with an ease I don't expect. He wants this as much as I do. I throb deep within him, letting myself go. Focusing on the amount of pleasure I am getting, I neglect his need.

 

He, however, does not. I hear his ragged breathing as he slams his own pole. Withdrawing, I turn him over, sucking him off. Twisting his hands within the sheets, he shoots his wad down my ready throat.

Going up, I kiss him deeply. We hug, sliding into each other's arms, and letting the day's exhaustion lull us to sleep.

 

The morning finds me no less aroused than yesterday. I would think all the fucking we've been doing lately would tame my dick.

Even after jacking off myself, having Tenpou jacking me off, sucking me off, humping him until I'm dry, and I still have a hard-on. That does it. I'm trying the cold shower.

I run it as hot as I can, then switch to complete cold. Nope, still hard and... blue. "What the hell?!? Tenpou! Get your sorry ass in here! Now!" I'm out of the shower in a heart-beat.

Concern creasing his face, Tenpou comes to my rescue. Stopping when he sees no apparent damage, he blinks and stares.

"I've heard of having blue ball, General, but never have I heard of anyone taking it to this extreme."

Shouting at him with anger and embarrassment, "What the fuck was in that crap anyway. My dick is BLUE! You are going to DIE motherfucker."

He makes sure he stands out of arm's reach because he knows I'll beat the shit out of him. He smiles.

"Get that damn smirk off your face before I rip it off and shove it up your ass." The madder I get, the funnier he seems to think it. Always knew that prick had a death wish.

"Yes, and a quite nice shade of blue it is too."

So very wrong. I launch myself at him. I should know by now, he can read my actions like a book, as he merely steps aside as I strike.

He pivots on his heel like a dancer, throwing his shoulder into me. We both go down. Laughing, he takes me in his arms. I still struggle and want to pound his ass, but he wedges a leg between my thighs, rubbing my cock.

Rolling over, I pin him to the floor. He's still laughing.

"It's not funny you cock sucker!" I can't help but smile a little though.

"No, you're absolutely right." Shit, did Tenpou just say I was right about something? "It's not funny. It's absolutely hilarious."

Reaching up, he kisses my neck, shoulders, chest, throat and ends at my mouth.

"Tenpou, just why did you have to make my dick blue?"

"The texts I consulted said nothing of this after affect. However..." He drawls thoughtfully.

"However... what?" I hate it when he remembers in review.

Pursing his lips together, he continues. "Well, Bodhisattva Kannon did help me acquire some of the main ingredients, so they may not be exactly what was called for, but I can't be sure as my knowledge of herbalism is somewhat limited."

"Wait. Just tell me you did not say that. Oh, please, say you didn't." My stomach dives to the bottom of my ass and isn't coming up for air any time soon. I dread his next few sentences.

"No, I dropped several of my reference books on the subject and the Bodhisattva was kind enough to help me gather them again. One flipped open to my marked page, catching her curiosity. I explained about my theory and she found it interesting. I had to admit to her, that I had no clue what waad was, nor where I was to obtain any in sufficient quantity. She said she would take care of it on her end, then she sent me on my way. Who am I to question the will of the Gods?"

"You Fucker. You do it all the time. Why should this time be any different?"

"Seemed a bit out of my purview, actually."

"Yeah, right. Since when doesn't Field Marshal Tenpou Gensui fully research something, that he can't recite it from memory, backwards and forwards."

He nods. "Point taken, however, I think I am justified in being pardoned in this instance. I did compare what I was given to drawings I obtained of the object. By all accounts, it seemed correct. She was kind enough to include a small memo that it was Tein-ching that I was searching for. Once that was solved, I took what she had given me and the process seemed simple enough. "

I want to crack his jaw. Never trust a God. Ever. "So what do you suggest we do about this... this state?" He playfully nips my collarbone.

"We could go about this one of two ways. First, we can visit the Bodhisattva and ask for her to reverse the obvious effects."

I scowl, growling loudly.

"I had, aa, thought not. Second, we could wait until it wears itself off."

"You mean..."

"Yes."

"Damn, your ass and my dick are gonna be so sore."

He strokes my face tenderly. "I have a Do Not Disturb sign, and we can lock the door."

"I love you, Tenpou."

"I love you, Kenren."

 

 

~owari~