Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki. If I did, Gojyo and Hakkai would be going at it like rabbits. A lot. Like at least once an episode, sometimes twice. Or at least getting in some good smooches.
Yoru: Yo!
Kuronue: She always starts with that when she doesn't know what to say.
Yoru: You wouldn't know what to say either if you were running on typical college sleep levels.
Kuronue: True. On with the fic before you embarrass yourself.
Yoru: Early lemonish things going on. I can't believe I'm writing this, but I just felt it had to go this way. I don't think I've ever written anything so graphic, except maybe my X/1999 fic, and the one I deleted with Sesshoumaru and Ed. Anyway, the next few chapters (and possibly this one) will involve the surly Konzen, our favorite heretic Goku, the beautiful and enigmatic Tenpou, and a special appearance by our other favorite heretic, Homura.
Kenren stared at Kaisei, torn. What were his options? If he did as she asked, she'd never touch Kou again. But chances were the slave would never trust him after that.
Honestly, Kou didn't trust him now. Kou didn't trust anybody.
Or he could kill Kaisei.
No. He'd get thrown in jail and Kou would be implicated. Besides, Kaisei was probably an even match for Kenren anyway.
He could steadfastly refuse. Then she'd buy Kou and the poor boy would never get any peace.
Unbidden, a small part of his mind spoke up.
Look at it this way. You get Kou for a while, even if Kaisei is watching and he'll hate you. You'll never have him otherwise.
I don't want him to hate me.
He'll hate you for not saving him anyway.
Kenren glanced at Kou. The poor slave boy's beautiful eyes were pleading with him, but Kenren didn't know for what option.
"…All right, Kaisei. But I want a blood promise. You don't get to lay a finger on him for the rest of your life."
For an instant, she looked hesitant. A blood promise was a tall order. Then she smiled.
"Of course."
Kenren sighed and took off his jacket. He could practically feel Kaisei's eyes traveling over his toned body. Unfortunately, he could see Kou's eyes fill with fear. He climbed onto the bed with the boy, who looked like he was fighting not to back away.
"How long do I have to do this for you to keep your promise?"
"Not too quick, General. I want to see you work." Kaisei's eyes flashed with lust. Kenren felt the boy below him shiver.
"All right." Kenren glanced down. Kou was already naked from Kaisei's ministrations, so Kenren quickly pulled off his own pants. He thought he heard Kou whimper softly.
He considered how to start. He didn't want to hurt Kou; in fact, he wanted the boy to enjoy it as much as he could under the circumstances. Leaning down, he let his lips alight on the junction between Kou's neck and shoulder. The boy tensed. Kenren sighed to himself, and then opened his mouth to bite gently. Not enough to bleed, but enough to give Kou a light tingle. He felt the boy gasp quietly.
Good, he thought to himself. Kou's neck was extremely sensitive, that was obvious. Kenren pushed himself up to look into the slave's eyes. Kou's eyes were stunningly ice-blue, but so sweet. How could anyone want to hurt this amazingly lovely creature?
Without thinking, Kenren leaned down and kissed him. Passionately but softly, he kissed him for a long moment. He felt the boy's hands on his shoulders, urging him to stop, but he couldn't. Wouldn't. Kou's lips were supple and full, and Kenren never wanted to stop. He didn't feel the need to use his tongue, because the gentle kiss was warm enough.
Kaisei cleared her throat, and Kenren remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He pulled away. Kou's eyes were full of fear. Kenren leaned down again and brushed his lips over the boy's ear. As expected, Kou gasped softly.
"I'm trying to make this as pleasurable for you as I can, okay? Please relax. I'm not trying to hurt you or use you." Kenren nibbled what he sensed to be a special spot right under Kou's ear.
This time, the boy let out a low moan. Kenren smiled and brushed his lips over the spot lightly. The moan was even louder this time.
"Now that that's settled," Kenren whispered. He could have sworn he saw a flicker of a smile as he pushed himself up again. He began attacking Kou's chest with his lips and tongue, smirking as the boy writhed in pleasure. This might be the first time, he reflected, that it's not rape for him.
His hands were not idle. His long fingers dusted over Kou's sensitive inner thighs and lower abdomen to heighten the sensations. He refused to let the boy suffer.
Kou was in ecstasy. This man, General Kenren, was giving him pleasure instead of taking it from him. His hands and his lips were so talented. Kou wondered on whom Kenren used his skills normally. The man obviously knew what he was doing.
Coherent thought was quickly dissolving. On one hand, he wanted Kenren to finish it, but on the other he never wanted it to stop.
Suddenly something warm and wet took him in. Kou arched off the bed; it couldn't be. Why was Kenren doing this for him instead of making the slave do it? He moaned loudly. Even Kenren's mouth was talented! He had never felt any of this before. Was this what normal lovers did? Was this how they felt?
"Please! Noooo---ah! Please finish! I---ahhh!" Kou knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he was giving the evil Kaisei exactly what she wanted. But wasn't that the point? And after this, he'd be free of her forever.
He finally came, panting and crying. Kenren was immediately wiping them away, worry evident in his eyes.
"Did I hurt you? I haven't done that in a while; maybe I was too rough…"
"No," Kou panted, "I have never had someone do that for me…I'm…just…"
"Overwhelmed?" Kaisei had come to the side of the bed and was watching. Her eyes were half-lidded with contentment.
"Kaisei, do you have to be that close?" Kenren growled. Kaisei smirked.
"I think that's enough. I'm happy. Or did you want to go further?" She laughed. Kenren blushed hotly. Kou sat up shakily as Kenren climbed off of him and pulled his pants on.
"Kou, clean the---"
"That's what your servants are for, Kaisei. Kou, put your pants on," Kenren snapped.
Kou scrambled to obey Kenren. After all, the General outranked Kaisei. He pulled his pants on, and then tried to stand. He immediately collapsed back onto the bed. His legs were still too shaky to support him. Gentle but strong arms lifted him off the bed.
"I'll carry you. Where do you need to be?" Kenren asked as he carried him out of Kaisei's house, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from passersby.
"I…uh…don't know. Kaisei-sama was my only client today."
"Then I'll take you to Tenpou. He can take a look at you. I noticed some bruises and cuts while I was…well, you know."
"Yes…I do." Kou smiled.
