Fic -Otherness
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cornerofmadnessOtherness
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cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – not mine, all rights belong to Kazuya Minekura et al, no profit made, just a little fun
Rating – NC-17
Characters – Gojun/Tenpou/Kenren
Spoilers- none
Warning – threesome m/m/m sex
Word Count -1456
Summary – Gojun’s differences are amazingly alluring
Author’s Note –written forspringkin for the prompt - Prompt- Saiyuki, Gojun/Tenpou/Kenren, mating-ritual, “Never forget that I'm a dragon.” Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.
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“Does this make sense to you?” Kenren hefted his bottle of sake. “Okay, the booze makes sense, but the horns? Why would Gojun want us to bring goat horns?”
“I have no idea and I wasn't about to go hunting some down. I did barter for these.” Tenpou held up two spiraling metal and jeweled horns set into a hair band. Cigarette smoke swirled around his head. “But why Kanzeon had these, I'm sure I don't want to know.”
“That’s probably for the best.” Kenren rapped on the door to Gojun's chambers. The night was already wearing on but that was one of the things they were cautious of in this newfound relation of theirs. They met up when no one was likely to be around. Not that they really care if anyone knew about the sex. They just didn't want there to look like there was any impropriety or special consideration given on duty because of the off duty relationship.
Incense laden smoke billowed out of Gojun's quarters, taking Kenren by surprise. If Tenpou thought anything of it, his partner couldn’t tell. Gojun had made a certain amount of effort for this tryst, more than their usual ‘get together and screw’ sessions. Thick, flat pillows had been strategically placed on the floor. Candles and incense warred for domination. No, Kenren corrected himself, they were complimentary.
“It looks like you were expecting a couple of chicks,” Kenren said, oblivious to Tenpou rolling his eyes behind his glasses.
The dragon gave Kenren a dead-eyed look. “Sometimes more than brute passion is a good thing.” He held out his hands for the sake.
Kenren surrendered it to the pale-skinned man before folding down onto one of the pillows. “Do I want to know what you have in mind?”
“My kind have mating rituals.” Gojun poured the sake.
“Ah, I've read about some of them. Now these make sense.” Tenpou shook the metal horns like a rattle.
“You would have read about it.” Kenren snorted. “Anyone want to fill me in?”
“You're already partially immersed in it.” Gojun handed him a sake glass then one to Tenpou before sitting down himself. “The drink, the perfume, things that my kind find stimulating.”
“So do ours,” Tenpou replied, settling between the two men. “The horns?”
Gojun sampled the sake for a moment, his thin lips pulling down. Kenren knew he should have taken the time to find a better brew. “That is better shown than explained.” His reddish eyes swept over the two warriors. “I think Tenpou should wear them.”
Tenpou's eyes widened behind his glasses. “Wear them? Now you definitely have me curious.”
“Why would we want to wear them?” Kenren slammed back his sake. “I don't want to look like an idiot.”
“I believe he said I was the one he wanted to wear them.” Tenpou sipped his own drink then fastidiously set it aside. With surprising speed, Tenpou leaned forward, catching hold of Gojun's braid. The marshal’s mouth sealed over the dragon's.
Kenren wasn't entirely sure why Tenpou seemed so curious about the horns. Drinking sake, he watched the two men kiss hungrily, their tongues wrestling. Tenpou liked books, Kenren remembered, loved stories. While he himself wasn't overly curious, Tenpou was. Gojun had made a good choice in who should wear the horns.
Setting his glass aside, Kenren knelt behind Tenpou. His calloused fingers traced a pattern under Tenpou's shirt along the skin of his back. Kenren caught the hem of Tenpou's tunic, tugging it up. Gojun sat back, breaking the kiss so Kenren could pull Tenpou's shirt all the way off. Kenren retrieved the horns from where they had rolled when Tenpou dropped them to grab Gojun. He placed them on Tenpou’s head then looked between their metal spires to the true horns curving back from Gojun's head. “I think I get the idea of the horns now. You all have horns, right?”
Gojun nodded curtly. “It is a point of beauty and arousal for dragons.” He ran his hands along the curve of his own horns. “I don’t get to see them here.”
Tenpou’s finger traced the spiral of his ersatz horn. Kenren saw Gojun’s pupils dilate. “Do these help?” the marshal asked.
“It is intriguing,” Gojun said, stripping off his shirt. His pale skin picked up the candle light. Iridescent flickers danced across his scales.
Kenren loved looking at Gojun. Both his lovers were incredibly handsome and could turn him on without trying. Gojun’s otherness, however, fascinated Kenren. The glitter of scales, the color of his eyes, horns, fingers tipped with claws instead of nails, Gojun was an unusual feast for the eyes. So busy watching Gojun, Kenren had missed Tenpou shucking out of the remainders of his clothing, the dark-haired man’s cock slowly awakened.
Gojun’s pants seemed almost to disappear in a blink of Kenren’s eyes. The dragon wasn’t aroused yet, his groin smooth, disturbingly void of genitalia. Kenren knew they lay hidden behind a generously patterned sprinkle of scales, sheathed inside the dragon’s body. Gojun rubbed his forehead against Tenpou’s, his horns clattering against the metal ones Tenpou wore. Tenpou circled Gojun’s silvery nipples, making them stand up.
Watching them had its effect on Kenren. He slipped out of his clothing and opened one of the oil bottles Gojun had set out for them, cut glass, deep blue in color, too pretty, really, for this use. Listening to the horns click and rattle, Kenren stroked himself, his cock hardening under his hand. Kissing Gojun, Tenpou inserted a finger into the slit, coaxing Gojun to harden. His shaft emerged like a seedling in spring. Kenren put this sight into the ‘otherness’ category. Gojun hardened faster than the other two men were accustomed to, longer as well but slender. The length of Gojun’s cock was bumpy, like dozens of pearls under the skin. The first time Kenren had seen it, he had freaked a little but quickly came to appreciate the friction those bumps gave.
Gojun flipped Tenpou face down in the large pillows, the field marshal letting out a startled yelp. The dragon nipped the man’s neck then clattered his horns against Tenpou’s metal ones again. Tenpou struggled a little but Gojun pinned him tightly.
“Damn strong,” Tenpou muttered.
“Never forget that I'm a dragon,” Gojun hissed, his cock pressing against Tenpou’s buttocks.
Positioning himself behind Gojun, Kenren reached around with his oiled hands. Gojun’s neck arched as Kenren pumped the dragon’s knobby cock. Inhuman growls that Kenren had come to associate with pleasure echoed out of Gojun’s throat as he thrust into Kenren’s hand. Kenren stopped his motion to reach for the oil. Gojun leaned back over Tenpou, nuzzling his neck and clicking horns.
Reaching between their hot bodies, Kenren poured a little oil on Tenpou’s ass. Gojun let the pinned man go, his pale hands working the oil into Tenpou’s skin and ringing his opening. Kenren wiped the oil off his own ready cock, having an idea what he’d like to do next. He doubted Tenpou would appreciate the taste. If it wouldn’t burn like hell, a little sake flavoring would go a long way but Kenren wasn’t that insane.
Tenpou uttered a sharp cry as Gojun entered him a little less than gently. That was the thing about the dragon; sometimes he forgot they weren’t quite as rough as he was. Still, Kenren knew it would only be a few moments before the full pleasure of those penile knobs soaked through Tenpou’s being. Gojun tugged Tenpou up into a kneeling position, his hips rocking against Tenpou’s.
Kenren wormed his way in front of Tenpou. The field marshal didn’t need any encouragement. Balancing on three limbs, he ran a hand up Kenren’s cock before taking it into his mouth. Letting Tenpou set the pace and depth, Kenren stroked the man’s hair, careful not to displace the horns, though he wasn’t sure Gojun was able to notice any more. The dragon’s eyes were clouded with lust as he pumped Tenpou’s cock while taking the brunet from behind.
They fell into a well practiced rhythm. Kenren envied Tenpou’s position in the middle. All that stimulation? What a wonderful thing. No wonder Tenpou was the first to come. Kenren followed soon after. Gojun had draconic endurance, however. Tenpou looked happily exhausted by the time Gojun let him tumble to the pillows.
When he got his breath back, Kenren poured another round of sake and handed his lovers their glasses. He lifted his to Gojun. “These are the times we’re very glad you are a dragon. It can be a lot of fun.”
Chuckling, Gojun tipped his sake into Tenpou’s belly. His snaky tongue lapped it up. Kenren laughed. Who needed rest?
Author -
cornerofmadnessDisclaimer – not mine, all rights belong to Kazuya Minekura et al, no profit made, just a little fun
Rating – NC-17
Characters – Gojun/Tenpou/Kenren
Spoilers- none
Warning – threesome m/m/m sex
Word Count -1456
Summary – Gojun’s differences are amazingly alluring
Author’s Note –written for
springkin for the prompt - Prompt- Saiyuki, Gojun/Tenpou/Kenren, mating-ritual, “Never forget that I'm a dragon.” Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta.* * *
“Does this make sense to you?” Kenren hefted his bottle of sake. “Okay, the booze makes sense, but the horns? Why would Gojun want us to bring goat horns?”
“I have no idea and I wasn't about to go hunting some down. I did barter for these.” Tenpou held up two spiraling metal and jeweled horns set into a hair band. Cigarette smoke swirled around his head. “But why Kanzeon had these, I'm sure I don't want to know.”
“That’s probably for the best.” Kenren rapped on the door to Gojun's chambers. The night was already wearing on but that was one of the things they were cautious of in this newfound relation of theirs. They met up when no one was likely to be around. Not that they really care if anyone knew about the sex. They just didn't want there to look like there was any impropriety or special consideration given on duty because of the off duty relationship.
Incense laden smoke billowed out of Gojun's quarters, taking Kenren by surprise. If Tenpou thought anything of it, his partner couldn’t tell. Gojun had made a certain amount of effort for this tryst, more than their usual ‘get together and screw’ sessions. Thick, flat pillows had been strategically placed on the floor. Candles and incense warred for domination. No, Kenren corrected himself, they were complimentary.
“It looks like you were expecting a couple of chicks,” Kenren said, oblivious to Tenpou rolling his eyes behind his glasses.
The dragon gave Kenren a dead-eyed look. “Sometimes more than brute passion is a good thing.” He held out his hands for the sake.
Kenren surrendered it to the pale-skinned man before folding down onto one of the pillows. “Do I want to know what you have in mind?”
“My kind have mating rituals.” Gojun poured the sake.
“Ah, I've read about some of them. Now these make sense.” Tenpou shook the metal horns like a rattle.
“You would have read about it.” Kenren snorted. “Anyone want to fill me in?”
“You're already partially immersed in it.” Gojun handed him a sake glass then one to Tenpou before sitting down himself. “The drink, the perfume, things that my kind find stimulating.”
“So do ours,” Tenpou replied, settling between the two men. “The horns?”
Gojun sampled the sake for a moment, his thin lips pulling down. Kenren knew he should have taken the time to find a better brew. “That is better shown than explained.” His reddish eyes swept over the two warriors. “I think Tenpou should wear them.”
Tenpou's eyes widened behind his glasses. “Wear them? Now you definitely have me curious.”
“Why would we want to wear them?” Kenren slammed back his sake. “I don't want to look like an idiot.”
“I believe he said I was the one he wanted to wear them.” Tenpou sipped his own drink then fastidiously set it aside. With surprising speed, Tenpou leaned forward, catching hold of Gojun's braid. The marshal’s mouth sealed over the dragon's.
Kenren wasn't entirely sure why Tenpou seemed so curious about the horns. Drinking sake, he watched the two men kiss hungrily, their tongues wrestling. Tenpou liked books, Kenren remembered, loved stories. While he himself wasn't overly curious, Tenpou was. Gojun had made a good choice in who should wear the horns.
Setting his glass aside, Kenren knelt behind Tenpou. His calloused fingers traced a pattern under Tenpou's shirt along the skin of his back. Kenren caught the hem of Tenpou's tunic, tugging it up. Gojun sat back, breaking the kiss so Kenren could pull Tenpou's shirt all the way off. Kenren retrieved the horns from where they had rolled when Tenpou dropped them to grab Gojun. He placed them on Tenpou’s head then looked between their metal spires to the true horns curving back from Gojun's head. “I think I get the idea of the horns now. You all have horns, right?”
Gojun nodded curtly. “It is a point of beauty and arousal for dragons.” He ran his hands along the curve of his own horns. “I don’t get to see them here.”
Tenpou’s finger traced the spiral of his ersatz horn. Kenren saw Gojun’s pupils dilate. “Do these help?” the marshal asked.
“It is intriguing,” Gojun said, stripping off his shirt. His pale skin picked up the candle light. Iridescent flickers danced across his scales.
Kenren loved looking at Gojun. Both his lovers were incredibly handsome and could turn him on without trying. Gojun’s otherness, however, fascinated Kenren. The glitter of scales, the color of his eyes, horns, fingers tipped with claws instead of nails, Gojun was an unusual feast for the eyes. So busy watching Gojun, Kenren had missed Tenpou shucking out of the remainders of his clothing, the dark-haired man’s cock slowly awakened.
Gojun’s pants seemed almost to disappear in a blink of Kenren’s eyes. The dragon wasn’t aroused yet, his groin smooth, disturbingly void of genitalia. Kenren knew they lay hidden behind a generously patterned sprinkle of scales, sheathed inside the dragon’s body. Gojun rubbed his forehead against Tenpou’s, his horns clattering against the metal ones Tenpou wore. Tenpou circled Gojun’s silvery nipples, making them stand up.
Watching them had its effect on Kenren. He slipped out of his clothing and opened one of the oil bottles Gojun had set out for them, cut glass, deep blue in color, too pretty, really, for this use. Listening to the horns click and rattle, Kenren stroked himself, his cock hardening under his hand. Kissing Gojun, Tenpou inserted a finger into the slit, coaxing Gojun to harden. His shaft emerged like a seedling in spring. Kenren put this sight into the ‘otherness’ category. Gojun hardened faster than the other two men were accustomed to, longer as well but slender. The length of Gojun’s cock was bumpy, like dozens of pearls under the skin. The first time Kenren had seen it, he had freaked a little but quickly came to appreciate the friction those bumps gave.
Gojun flipped Tenpou face down in the large pillows, the field marshal letting out a startled yelp. The dragon nipped the man’s neck then clattered his horns against Tenpou’s metal ones again. Tenpou struggled a little but Gojun pinned him tightly.
“Damn strong,” Tenpou muttered.
“Never forget that I'm a dragon,” Gojun hissed, his cock pressing against Tenpou’s buttocks.
Positioning himself behind Gojun, Kenren reached around with his oiled hands. Gojun’s neck arched as Kenren pumped the dragon’s knobby cock. Inhuman growls that Kenren had come to associate with pleasure echoed out of Gojun’s throat as he thrust into Kenren’s hand. Kenren stopped his motion to reach for the oil. Gojun leaned back over Tenpou, nuzzling his neck and clicking horns.
Reaching between their hot bodies, Kenren poured a little oil on Tenpou’s ass. Gojun let the pinned man go, his pale hands working the oil into Tenpou’s skin and ringing his opening. Kenren wiped the oil off his own ready cock, having an idea what he’d like to do next. He doubted Tenpou would appreciate the taste. If it wouldn’t burn like hell, a little sake flavoring would go a long way but Kenren wasn’t that insane.
Tenpou uttered a sharp cry as Gojun entered him a little less than gently. That was the thing about the dragon; sometimes he forgot they weren’t quite as rough as he was. Still, Kenren knew it would only be a few moments before the full pleasure of those penile knobs soaked through Tenpou’s being. Gojun tugged Tenpou up into a kneeling position, his hips rocking against Tenpou’s.
Kenren wormed his way in front of Tenpou. The field marshal didn’t need any encouragement. Balancing on three limbs, he ran a hand up Kenren’s cock before taking it into his mouth. Letting Tenpou set the pace and depth, Kenren stroked the man’s hair, careful not to displace the horns, though he wasn’t sure Gojun was able to notice any more. The dragon’s eyes were clouded with lust as he pumped Tenpou’s cock while taking the brunet from behind.
They fell into a well practiced rhythm. Kenren envied Tenpou’s position in the middle. All that stimulation? What a wonderful thing. No wonder Tenpou was the first to come. Kenren followed soon after. Gojun had draconic endurance, however. Tenpou looked happily exhausted by the time Gojun let him tumble to the pillows.
When he got his breath back, Kenren poured another round of sake and handed his lovers their glasses. He lifted his to Gojun. “These are the times we’re very glad you are a dragon. It can be a lot of fun.”
Chuckling, Gojun tipped his sake into Tenpou’s belly. His snaky tongue lapped it up. Kenren laughed. Who needed rest?
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Date: 2009-12-18 06:16 am (UTC)Thank you so much for writing this. A little dragon smexing is just what I needed tonight.
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Date: 2009-12-18 03:07 pm (UTC)