Bastards.
They had to have thought about this, had to have considered it, and him, and decided that this was, in fact, some kind of good idea. Or at the very least, fun. The latter was somehow worse, which was how Goujun knew in his bones that it was right.
It was uncomfortably close in the hall, lots of people there to hear the newest round of speeches before another celebratory banquet. He'd bet his left horn on no more than fifteen people in all of Tenkai having any clue what they were celebrating. Not that it mattered, really; as long as he had everyone where they needed to be, he could seriously just tune it all out and it wouldn't make a lick of difference. It was all just excuses to show off, indulge in excess, and just generally behave like children, no matter how much pomp and circumstance was involved. It seemed that his unruly subordinates agreed with this premise, though they didn't make even a pretense toward his restraint.
Goujun had stationed himself at the far west side of the hall, on a little dais that usually held some statue or another, raised so that he could see the entire crowd. Technically, security for these things fell to the Emperor's personal guard but Goujun hadn't ever been the type to allow others to take his duties, even if he was the only one who thought they were his duties. He was a king at another's court, and that meant he had to be careful; anything could become an Incident, after all. Which, in the end, was why he had men placed around the room, and himself here, where he could keep an eye on things.
Unfortunately for Goujun, the only thing on which he seemed capable of keeping an eye seemed to be the Field Marshal and the General, up on the balcony above the crowd. They'd been in the hall earlier, though Goujun hadn't put them on the detail – it seemed a poor choice to assign protection of the peace to the two men in the army most likely to start fights for fun – but, between one moment and the next, they'd disappeared. Goujun had wondered, looked for them, but he had other things to think about, so he tried not to worry too much. As it turned out, they were in the room with everyone else, just higher, and somewhat less concerned with the goings-on in the hall.
Tenpou and Kenren were, in fact, about as unconcerned about speeches and celebrations as possible. When the movement in the balcony caught his eye, Goujun had made a quick calculation based on the height of the balcony and the relative obscuring abilities of the railing, the average height of the people on conviction that they (meaning Tenpou) had positioned themselves very carefully, in order to make their activities a Goujun-only show. While Goujun could appreciate the semi-discretion in that, he was somewhat less charitable about the results of said show.
Damn it, it simply didn't do for a person of his station to have to cover himself like this.
Goujun scanned the room, but no one else seemed to have noticed yet, everyone apparently paying rapt attention to whichever person was speaking at the moment. He was finding it difficult to concentrate, his gaze sliding insistently upward to where Tenpou was leaning against a dragon statue (and he knew the Marshal well enough to know that wasn't a coincidence), Kenren sinking slowly below the rail in a way that Goujun knew intimately, and to which his body responded with force. Shifting a little and adjusting his clothing in as subtle a manner as he could manage, Goujun watched as Tenpou's arm shifted, the angle and slight movement of making it clear that he had a hand in Kenren's hair. Images flooded Goujun's mind immediately, the feel of that hair in the hand, the look of it, of the way Kenren moved when he was on his knees…fuck.
Kenren had always, from Goujun's experience, had the gift of timing. This proved no different, Tenpou's expression shifting subtly, but in a way that Goujun knew: concentrated , flushed, his chest rising and falling in increasingly quick and shallow breaths. He watched as Tenpou pried his eyes open and looked down, his arm moving faster now, and though Goujun couldn't actually hear it, his mind could, Tenpou's lips moving in what was probably a string of filthy names and suggestions directed at Kenren. Tenpou tended to get that way, when he was excited, and Kenren, to Goujun's intense surprise, seemed to enjoy it. Goujun shifted again, trying very hard to adjust himself without any outward appearance of doing so. Naturally, bodies not working that way, nothing much changed, and he was left just as achingly hard as before, just as uncomfortable, but now strangely convinced that someone had probably seen that.
Of course, a quick glance around told him that no one had taken the slightest notice of him, and he breathed a little sigh of…well, not relief, because he really was damnably uncomfortable at this point, but it was close enough. He didn't even bother trying to look anywhere else, this time, his gaze drawn to the balcony and the pretty picture of Tenpou at the edge of climax, with the imminently imaginable Kenren teasingly out of sight. The inside of Goujun's lip was becoming tender with the way he kept sinking teeth into it, a tiny stab of pain when one of them actually broke the skin as he watched Tenpou tense, his head falling back, body jerking a little against the stone of the statue. It was beautiful, like the two of them always were, and Goujun honestly couldn't tell if he was more turned on or pissed off, which was beginning to feel like the story of his life.
Kenren reappeared, hair even more messy than usual, sliding up the length of Tenpou's body and grinning his fool ass off; Goujun wondered briefly if they were going to actually fuck up there, but Kenren's movements looked distinctly more post- than mid-sex, and Tenpou didn't seem to be moving to shed his duster, either. Well, thank fuck for that. Still, he felt a pang as he watched the two of them kiss, a languourous, deeply affectionate affair, Kenren's hand slipping up to toy almost idly with Tenpou's hair, Tenpou's arm winding around Kenren's neck for a moment.
The Emperor's voice stopped, the last word ringing through the hall, and it was all over, just like that. He turned to join the crowd's acknowledgment, and when he glanced back up again, they were gone.
Naturally, Goujun was going to have to kill them.