Gaiden 39 Fanfic
Kenren hadn’t been inclined to believe the rumors. At least, not after he’d met the ice princess himself. Konzen? A serial slut? This kind of talk was obviously the petty, vindictive mutterings of many a scorned, wannabe-lover. It wasn’t like the man was hard on the eyes or anything. A lot of guys probably tried to proposition him. Or something.
But Konzen definitely had this whole “don’t touch me, you vile insect” vibe going on, and he was always being a bitch, especially when that little midget wasn’t around to distract him. His put-downs were probably pretty harsh.
So yeah. Kenren was not buying the whole, Konzen-Douji-is-so-bored-he-sleeps-around rumor. Even if the guy did seem pretty bored. Even if there were a select few, his boss included, who gave Konzen knowing looks in the hallway that were pointedly ignored. Even if after today, the general was sorely tempted to reassess his opinion on the matter.
The strange sounds and scents drifting through Tenpou’s closed office door would have deterred a lesser man. As it was, Kenren actually knocked before barging in.
“Sorry for the intrusion. What are you doing?” he inquired cheerfully, making his way around stacks of books, heading towards the source of the smoke. He popped his head around a dusty tower of ledgers from the last century to find the marshal peering intently over the top of his glasses at the vial in his hand as he tipped out a few drops. When they hit the surface of whatever foul concoction was in that Erlenmeyer flask, the liquid turned a deep, bright blue and threw off sparks with another profusion of smoke.
Kenren raised an eyebrow and took a step back.
“Ah, General. You’re just in time to help me conduct something of an experiment,” Tenpou informed him with a smile.
Kenren took another step backwards. “Uh, you don’t expect me to ‘help’ by drinking that, I hope.”
“Oh, heavens no,” the brunet assured him, adjusting his glasses. “This is for Konzen--I’m sure you’ve noticed he’s been on the warpath, lately.”
“You don’t say? You mean he doesn’t usually smash the heads of those who look at him the wrong way into the nearest wall?”
“Ahh.” Tenpou held his chin thoughtfully. “So that’s how you got that bruise.”
“Anyway,” Kenren prompted, irritated by that smug expression, “you’re nuts if you think Konzen would touch anything I gave him, much less drink something like that.” He gestured to the flask in Tenpou’s hand, which was now fizzing away happily and giving off a dubious odor.
“I agree,” his commanding officer assured him, “which is why you’ll be doing no such thing.” Casting about himself, Tenpou finally produced a small basket. He handed it to the blue-eyed man with a smile. “I promised Goku-chan we’d have a picnic today, but I’m afraid I’m too busy to step away at the moment. Will you give these to him, along with my apologies, General?”
Kenren lifted the handkerchief from the corner of the basket to find four meatbuns nestled snuggly inside. “What about me?” he asked with a mock pout. “Surely the kid can make do with three?”
“No!” Tenpou told him firmly, and Kenren’s hand jerked back in surprise. “Those are for Goku only.” His expression softening into something more coy, he lifted a finger. “But if you come right back after delivering them, I may have something even more enjoyable waiting for you.”
Kenren wasn’t certain if he should be worried or not, but Tenpou’s smirk was decidedly evil.
~*~*~
Suspicious violet eyes tracked Marshal Tenpou as he paced his way across the blond’s office. He certainly didn’t seem to be too busy to go on a picnic. Tenpou was not usually a man who wasted words, but here he was, rambling on about ineffectual politics, with only the occasional grunt of agreement necessary from Konzen. It was almost like he was stalling...
Sharp eyes cut towards Konzen slyly as he took another sip of his cooling jasmine tea. Tenpou smirked, his expression suddenly hidden by light reflected off his glasses. Konzen frowned.
...Or waiting for something.
“What?” Konzen demanded, his face still resting on his palm in boredom.
“Well, I was just thinking that you haven’t been to visit me in so long,” the man sighed, and raised a hand to his cheek dolefully. “It seems ever since Goku came into our lives, he’s selfishly kept you all to himself. I do so miss our occasional intellectual debates...”
The blond narrowed his eyes, not buying it for a second. He leaned forward, shifting his weight to the elbow on his desk.
“Just what are you implying, Tenpou?” he ground out dangerously.
The tension rose between the two as the moment drew out. Tenpou smiled placatingly, lips parting to reply, when a crescendo of footsteps fast approaching interrupted their staring contest and Goku came barreling through the gilded double doors at break-neck speed.
“Kooooooooon~zeeeeeeeen!!” the boy hollered, skidding to a stop on the marble floor.
Tenpou pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as his hair and lab coat were sent into disarray by the negative pressure front created by Goku’s enthusiastic entrance.
The boy paused before he could launch into whatever speech he had prepared and did a double take in the marshal’s direction. “Ten-chan?” He looked at the basket of meat buns looped over his arm to the brunette and back. “Picnic?” he asked hopefully, golden eyes shimmering. It was almost enough to make Tenpou feel guilty.
“Anou, I’m sorry Goku, but I’m very busy today. We’ll go next week, I promise.”
“...Aa, okay.”
Because he sounded so disappointed, Tenpou couldn’t help but add, “Konzen seems rather bored today, though. Maybe he could be persuaded to join you instead?”
“Ha!” the blond deity scoffed, pointedly shuffling papers on his desk, arranging them into obsessively neat piles based upon criteria known only to him. “As if I could be bored, with this idiot around.”
“Konzen, you’ll have a picnic with me?” Goku asked excitedly, hopping from foot to foot. “We can go out in the garden, and we can smell the flowers, and chase the butterflies--”
Tenpou stifled a snort of laughter at the idea of Konzen doing any such thing. At least of his own free will. Perhaps he could develop a potion to help with that...
“Shut up!” Konzen snapped, “You’re so noisy! And I have paperwork to finish. But...” he added reluctantly, seeing Goku’s crestfallen expression, “you can eat in here. If you promise to be quiet.”
“Hurray!”
“Well,” Tenpou declared with a smile, “it looks like that’s settled. Now if you’ll excuse me...” Turning toward the door, he bumped into Kenren, who was on his way in. “Come along, General. We’re very busy, and I’m afraid I can’t tolerate any more dawdling on your part.”
“Wha-but I’m--huh?”
Dragged along helplessly by the firm grip Tenpou had on his upper arm, the last thing Kenren saw before the doors closed was Konzen’s irritated glare.
Goku, meanwhile, settled himself happily on the floor near Konzen’s desk, strategically placing himself where he could keep an eye on the older man and still enjoy the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the open window. He munched contentedly on meat buns, the patch of marble he occupied pleasantly warm. He didn’t have to glance up to know Konzen was still just sitting there, watching him. It pleased him, in a way he hadn’t quite put his finger on, to have all of the blond deity’s attention on him.
Just him and Konzen. That was the way it was supposed to be. Well, and Ten-chan and Ken-niichan could come, too. Ken-niichan was fun when he wasn’t being mean and Ten-chan was so nice and cooked pretty well, too, even if this time his meat buns tasted kinda funny. The boy was halfway through his third when he looked up to regard his keeper gravely.
“You want one, Konzen?” Goku could eat all four and still have room for dessert, but actually, his tummy was feeling kind of funny right now, and Konzen was looking at him, so maybe he was hungry, too.
The blond flushed, and tore his attention away quickly. He grabbed his brush pen and scribbled away on the scroll that happened to be in front of him. “No. Wipe your face.”
Goku cocked his head. Konzen sounded sort of strange. And he looked like maybe his tummy hurt, too. Shoving the rest of his meat bun into his mouth and abandoning the fourth, Goku scooted as close to Konzen’s desk as he could while still staying in the window’s warm patch. He licked his lips, deliberating. Konzen didn’t like to be disturbed when he was actually working, but his cheeks were slowly turning pink.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Konzen growled. Though, if he were being completely honest with himself, he did feel a little over-heated. Resolving to concentrate on his paperwork, he read an urgent notice informing him....they were going to be painting the east hallway next week. Rolling his eyes, Konzen scrawled his acknowledgement across the bottom and put the sheet in his ‘dealt with, yet unimportant’ pile. He shifted uncomfortably.
It was really warm today.
The blond sighed. Another notice. This one slightly more note-worthy: generals were up for review next month. Smiling evilly, Konzen placed the scroll in his ‘things to remember to torture idiots with’ pile. Pleasure coursed through him at the thought of lording this over Kenren’s head. He could probably annoy Tenpou with it, too. That guy was overly fond of morons, and they were going to start rubbing off on him... Goku and Kenren...rubbing off...
Konzen’s eyes widened. Why the fuck was he hard??
Clenching his eyes shut in a scowl and rubbing his temples, Konzen took a deep breath. So it’d been awhile. Really, ever since Kanzeon saddled him with the monkey demon, he just hadn’t had the time-- an image of Goku grinning at him in that carefree way of his came to mind. With a detached sort of horror, Konzen realized his arousal hadn’t lessened any.
If he were being honest, the thrumming in his veins had increased with the thought. The way that brat looked at him...it made something flutter and tighten in his chest. Everyone, fuck buddies, fucking idiots, and if he counted Tenpou, both--everyone had these expectations and assumptions about him. His perfect little life in this peaceful palace, already planned from beginning through endless eternity. He was sick of meaninglessly fucking around.
Only Goku ever looked at him like something other than a means to an end. Those gold eyes scrunched up by a smile too big for his face looking at him with the closest thing he’d ever seen to love in this place. His prior relationships seemed hollow in comparison, because, of course, he’d only been going through the motions. He wasn’t that bored anymore, really.
One slender, white hand slid over his own thigh hesitantly. He rubbed his eyelids with the other, chewing on his bottom lip. Now was neither the place nor the time to indulge base needs. It was never really a problem, unless--
Konzen’s eyes snapped open and he stared down at his tea mug. Tenpou, that fucking bastard--
“Konzen?” Goku asked breathily, centimeters from the deity’s face. The blond jumped nearly three feet in his chair, letting out an undignified yell of shock. Goku stared at him with humongous eyes, perched atop his desk, legs spread and arms dangling between them.
“What the hell do you want?!”
Konzen’s heart was pounding, and his breath came short. He was going to kill that idiot Tenpou. His cock ached, full and leaking where it strained against the fabric of his pants. It was tenting his goddamn tunic, and if Goku noticed it--worse, if he asked about it--
Blushing and panting prettily, Goku rubbed a small hand over his stomach, loose shackles sliding forward heavily onto his fist. Konzen really couldn’t be blamed, in his current state, for letting his gaze stray to the expanse of belly exposed by the action.
“I don’t feel good, Konzen. My tummy hurts.” The blond jerked his head up, as Goku promptly pitched forward off his desk.
Konzen’s quick reflexes saved Goku’s face from connecting with the stone floor, though the rest of him wasn’t so lucky. The blond grimaced, flexing the toes on his bare foot that had shot out to catch the boy’s cheek. That was going to bruise. Clamoring to the floor, Konzen pulled the small brunette half into his lap and peered into his face with mild concern.
“Goku?” He pinched the kid’s face. “Oi, Goku,” he demanded sharply. The monkey’s face scrunched up in pain and he keened.
“Kon~zeeeeeen, it hurts!!”
“Your stomach?”
“My face!! Stop pinching!”
Konzen let go abruptly, but the damage was done: Goku squirmed and whined in his lap, grinding softly against his ample hard-on. The blond pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He really tried to not enjoy that. Really. Today was just not his day.
“Get up, Goku.”
“Nyaaaaaaaaah, can’t-- my tummy hurts! My legs, too--my arms, too, everywhere!!”
Scooping squirmy monkey into his arms, Konzen heaved himself to his feet with a grunt. Siddhartha, the boy was heavy.
Flailing, skinny arms found their way around his neck and half the weight settled there, off-balancing him. Reeling for a precarious second, Konzen regained his equilibrium and strode forward. With a good swift kick to open the double doors, he stormed down the hallway, heading for his personal chamber. Goku groaned and complained weakly, snuffling into his neck and pulling at his long, golden hair.
“Stop that,” Konzen groused, shifting the weight in his arms more securely. The forehead nuzzling his Adam’s apple was burning up and damp with sweat.
Goku shuddered, abrading Konzen’s already over-sensitized skin. The blond’s nipples prickled to attention as heat pooled low in his groin. Praying to his least favorite (albeit only) aunt that he meet no one on the way to his room with an unobstructed, obvious bulge in his robes and an underage simian in his grasp, he actually managed it.
The bedroom door slammed behind him with a nudge of his foot, and he carried Goku to his massive canopied bed. He dumped the boy unceremoniously and rubbed his aching shoulder. He would almost swear the kid had been getting heavier the longer he held him.
Konzen stripped off his robe and arm sleeves as he crossed the suite to his private bath, tossing them on the floor. His jewelry and pants were thrown at his dresser, and the bathroom door banged shut before they hit the wooden inlay with a clunk.
The blond sagged against the wall with a groan, a hand already encircling his engorged member. He pumped steadily, visions of long, unruly brown locks splayed over his pillows and slender, pale thighs wrapped around his neck. The boy obviously loved him. But Konzen knew he wasn’t ready to accept him in that way. Forming a tight channel with his fist, he attempted valiantly to fight the flood of fantasies. That hungry mouth devouring his cock. That pert ass grinding against his hipbones. That whiny little voice, moaning his name.
“K-Konzen!!” a deep, alarmed voice called out to him familiarly.
Konzen’s eyes creaked open and he forced his hand to still. Fuck.
Who the fuck was in his room? Who the fuck was in his room with Goku defenseless and prone? The blond god’s knees quivered and threatened to give out under the strain. He couldn’t go out there like this! He was naked and flushed, strands of his long blond hair sticking to the sweat on the inner skin of his thighs, curling around the limbs. Growling in irritation, he growled through the closed door.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but if you’re not out of my private chambers in three seconds flat, I will personally see to it that you’re reassigned to Hell!”
“B-b-b-b-but Kon~zeeeeeen!!”
Konzen froze. The voice may have been a deep tenor, and a few octaves lower than normal, but he would recognize that whine across the known world. The blond threw open the door to his chambers and thrust his head out to stare across the room.
Goku.
Or at least, he looked just like Son Goku.
XxxxXxxxXxxxXxxxXxxxX
~continue~