Saiyuki Fanfic: Bright and Decadent
Title: Bright and Decadent
Series: Saiyuki
Status: One-shot, complete
Rating: R
Pairings: KenrenXTenpou
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and its characters belong to Minekura-sensei, the Saiyuki Project, TV Tokyo, Dentsu and Pierrot, etc.
Warning: Non-worksafe, historical inaccuracies
Notes: Written as a gift for feait in 7thnight_smut (2009) and beta by meicdon13.
Tenpou was saying something, but he didn't actually think Kenren could hear him above the pounding music, did he? Frowning, Kenren shouted, "What?" but didn't bother to stop dancing.
Instead of shouting back like he expected him to, Tenpou leaned closer, close enough that his lips brushed against Kenren's ear. Kenren would have felt it, if not for the fake plastic elf-ear he'd worn around his earlobe.
"Let's get out of here," Tenpou said then pulled back, a sly smile on his rouged lips. Kenren thought that made him look more like an incubus than a fairy king as the slim hip under his hand stopped moving. "Come on," Tenpou mouthed at him, then pulled him away by the hand from the dance floor, moving towards one of the couches near the refreshment-laden tables, all of which were artistically strewn with fake greenery in another attempt of the host to create 'an enchanted garden' look.
It was a wonder how Tenpou managed to avoid hitting anyone with his glittering wings, but they managed to reach the couch without any incident. "Drink?" Kenren asked after helping Tenpou remove his wings so that he could sit down, taking off his own accessories: a bejeweled wooden bow and a fine leather quiver filled with real arrows that he'd stolen from his late father's study. They were a bit scuffed up, though not from use or age, but from being in some aristocrat's scavenger list twice or thrice before. While Kenren couldn't care less, his ancestors must be rolling in their graves by now.
"I'd kill for a martini," Tenpou said, putting aside the bow and quiver much more carefully than the way he had thrown his own wings aside. The oddest things interested Tenpou, and Kenren's family heirlooms were some of them. His friend was probably the only reason why the things were still in one piece.
"Spot of absinthe?"
"Yes, at least a spot."
Kenren grinned and dropped a quick kiss on Tenpou's lips before moving away to fetch the drinks he'd seen three tables away. He came back soon with two cocktail glasses filled with something blue; everything was either blue or green at this party, including the food and drinks. It was something of an eyesore if you weren't used to it.
"Thank you, darling," Tenpou said. It was a phrase Tenpou used quite liberally, being someone who was used to getting other people to do favors for him. Tenpou skirted his responsibilities whenever he could, to the point that it made Kenren ill, but he always did what Tenpou asked of him anyway.
He sat down a comfortable distance away from his friend, though neither of them really feared their preference for the same sex being discovered. The police had forced a young chap to flee to France just last week, but that was after the poor lad went home from Lord Balcairn's party drunk and alone, and approached a lieutenant of all people. Entrance to house parties like this one was quite strict, and the police knew better than to try and get in.
The papers were even less of a threat to them. After the last 'Mr. Chatterbox' wrote something that displeased Lord Brown and got himself fired, Tenpou was given the column. 'Rambunctious Kenren' had been a favorite of the previous writer and, sometimes, when it struck his fancy or he had nothing else to write about, Tenpou would have Kenren do something insane that was sure to be the talk of the town the following day. Storm in a teacup, he liked to tell their friends, as if he had not brought the thing about himself.
So when Tenpou sipped at his martini and then asked him if he thought the party wasn't dull, Kenren was ready to do anything from taking his clothes off and hanging from the chandelier, to shooting one of the aristocrats with his bow and arrow. Shy Adam Ludlow was looking uneasy standing away from the crowd, his glasses sliding down his nose and a hat far too large for him on top of his head. There was a card on the hat that read 10/6 in bright red ink which Kenren thought would make an excellent mark-- and what was poor Adam supposed to be anyway?
"Well?" Tenpou asked, playing with the skewered olive garnish on his drink.
"I've never been more bored in my life," Kenren agreed, then drained his glass. Alcohol was his fuel, though one glass was barely enough to even quench his thirst. "So what do you suppose we should do?" he asked, bracing himself for another one of Tenpou's crazy ideas that would have their friend Konzen deny ever even seeing Kenren before. Not that he did not do that on a daily basis.
Something must have shown on his face because Tenpou tsk'ed and wagged his index finger at him. "Nothing like that, Kenren," he said.
"Really?" Kenren asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well..."
Tenpou was giving him that look, the one Kenren usually received after dances and never during, because Tenpou was usually particular about not having sex in places where they ran the risk of being seen by other people. They had had public sex only once before, and Kenren had been too drunk to remember it the day after.
"Let's get out of here," Tenpou repeated.
"You mean right now?" It was certainly far too early. Though no one would really miss the two of them should they leave right now, photographers were outside swarming like flies. Tenpou hated getting his picture taken by them. He said that the many flashes going off all at once hurt his eyes. Since Tenpou spent his days holed up in the gloom of his study or at the library at St. James's Square, Kenren was not really surprised.
"Yes, right now," Tenpou answered, lowering his still half-full glass. He tapped his chin in thought. "It's such a large house. It would be strange, but do you think there might be a spare bedroom here on the first floor somewhere?" he asked and, as Kenren failed to give him a quick reply, added, "Well. I suppose not. But perhaps a study? We can just slip away and--"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Kenren finally blurted out-hissed it-, though he probably did not look half as scandalized as he should. Already he was feeling heat pool in the middle of his legs just at the thought of having sex with Tenpou in one of the mansion's rooms without the consent of the host.
"I'm not!" Tenpou protested, smiling because he knew Kenren knew he was not. "It's such a large house," he repeated. "No one would even know if we use any of the rooms here." He leaned closer and placed his hand on top of Kenren's thigh, close to his crotch. "Let's get out of here," he said again, his green eyes shining.
Before Kenren could ask him what he was planning, Tenpou turned and pointed towards the dance floor. "A rat!" he shouted, "A rat!"
Kenren turned to look, and sure enough, there was a photorat at the direction Tenpou was pointing. Wearing a suit that could not possibly be from any child's fairytale, he looked so conspicuous that Kenren was fairly sure the servants guarding the entrance tonight would get fired. He watched the photographer take one last picture before making a run for it, the crowd already moving to drive him out.
Kenren picked up his cocktail glass and stood to follow, but Tenpou wrapped a hand around his arm and reminded him that they were headed somewhere else. The band had changed the music to something more upbeat, maybe even colored, the drums going faster and taking the lead. Everyone except for those who were too drunk to move had given chase, and already Kenren could hear the tell-tale chink of glass breaking against the pavement outside; the guests obviously did not care for how expensive the glasses were as they tried to hit the photographer with them and repeatedly missed. The two easily ducked into a side hallway unnoticed.
"You left your wings--"
"Never mind that," Tenpou told him, shoving Kenren's bow towards him and opening the first door to their right. He shook his head and closed it before Kenren could even try to take a look at the room inside. The same thing went for the second room and then the third, before Tenpou gave his arm a sharp thug and shoved him into the fourth room. "Desk," he said, walking briskly towards the wooden desk at the far side of the room with Kenren in tow.
They rounded the desk and Kenren found himself pushed down into the chair behind it, with Tenpou dropping to his knees in front of him. His friend made quick work of the belts that kept Kenren's dark green leather pants closed and brought his already half-hard cock out. Kenren placed a hand on Tenpou's shoulder in an attempt to slow him down, but Tenpou grabbed it and pressed it against one of the chair's arms, until Kenren got his cue and placed both of his hands on either one.
"Keep them there," Tenpou growled at him before grasping Kenren's cock and giving it a few pumps, his thumb swiping at the underside on each upstroke. When Kenren was hard enough, Tenpou gave his length one slow, wet lick from top to bottom, then tongued the head into his mouth. Kenren groaned, his hands twitching before grasping the wood beneath them.
"Damn, Tenpou," he hissed, and Tenpou hummed around his cock, making his hips jerk. He sucked on him, his mouth determined and wanting, his lips and tongue working to cover every inch of skin. Kenren didn't know when he had finally given in and moved his right hand to fist Tenpou's brown hair, but Tenpou himself either didn't notice or didn't care. He placed his own hands on Kenren's hips to keep him from bucking too hard and pulled back slowly, teeth scraping against velvety skin, so that only the head remained inside his warm and wet mouth. He licked at the tip once, and then again and again, until Kenren felt himself going crazy. Tenpou's roaming hands strayed nowhere near the rest of his cock. The pleasure was almost unbearable but he could not come. "Tenpou," he whined sharply.
Tenpou pulled back, a string of saliva and pre-cum between his lips and Kenren's cock. Kenren tried to push his head back down but he resisted, and Kenren practically sobbed. "Tenpou," he whimpered again, but all Tenpou did was lift his right hand and rub the tip of his middle finger against Kenren's leaking slit. He caught the hand that Kenren did not have buried in his hair with his other hand to keep Kenren from finishing himself off. Kenren let out another whine.
"Your next race is next week, right? The RMS?" Tenpou asked out of blue, his words obviously not cutting through the fog of pleasure wrapped around Kenren's head. He repeated his question. When Kenren did not answer right away, he stopped even the slit-teasing. Kenren choked on his own saliva.
"Yes! What about it? Tenpou," Kenren said in one breath, squirming in the chair. Tenpou's fingertip circled his tip once, twice, stopped.
"I want to go."
"I want to come."
"I'm serious."
"I'm seriously hard!"
He very nearly died when Tenpou stood up. Something in his green eyes prevented Kenren from reaching for his cock with his now empty hands, and it twitched almost painfully against his stomach. "Anyone can go to the RMS. Why are we talking about this now?" Kenren asked, wincing when his voice came out in a beg instead of the growl that he had been aiming at. Tenpou just smiled down at him, and Kenren realized that his friend was not even hard. He had planned this.
This was not the first time Tenpou had used sex to get a favor out of him, and it would not be the last. His requests were usually outrageous, but he would first make sure to drive Kenren to a state where he would not be able to think properly, or resist. "Alright, what do you want?" Kenren asked, caving in easily.
"Lord Brown asked me to write an article about it. I think I'd be able to write it better if I watched it from the pit. You'd make sure I'd be able to, wouldn't you, darling?" Tenpou answered, purring, as he kneeled down again and brought his face close to Kenren's cock. He opened his mouth and breathed hot air at the shaft, and Kenren immediately forgot that only the driver's team members are allowed to watch from the pit. He groaned and raised his hips so that the tip of his cock slid past Tenpou's parted lips. A soft, talented tongue quickly wrapped itself around it.
"Yes!" Kenren promised, hips jerking again. This time Tenpou did not stop him, and neither did he stop Kenren's hands from burying into his hair and pulling him down, hard and fast, over his cock. Tenpou sucked him, relaxed his throat so that Kenren could thrust in deeper, and Kenren cried out his name, unloading deep in his throat.
"You...You're crazy," he panted as Tenpou licked his shaft clean. He reached around Tenpou when he bent over to tuck him back in, kneading his ass. Kenren had been wondering all night what Tenpou was wearing underneath his silk tunic, but apparently he wasn't wearing anything except underwear as Kenren was able to press two fingers easily against his hole. Tenpou moaned.
"You could have just asked me," Kenren continued as Tenpou moved to straddle him, "You didn't have to do this."
"Oh, but you liked it, didn't you?" Tenpou asked teasingly as Kenren slid the edge of his tunic up his thigh. They would have gone further, if not for the sound of the door being opened. Tenpou scrambled off his lap and fixed himself in the two seconds it took the servant to step into the doorway and get within sight of them.
"My lords..?"
"We were looking for the toilet and got lost," Tenpou lied easily for the both of them, pulling Kenren off the chair and out of the room. "We'll be going now."
-----
"Goodness, how gothic, how gloomy, how grim!" Kenren announced loudly with a wide grin as he entered Tenpou's study, heading straight for the window next to his friend's desk and throwing the curtains aside. He turned to find Tenpou stirring from his nap, one arm shielding his eyes from the sudden bright light that filled the room.
"How blinding," Tenpou groaned, sitting up and searching blindly around his desk with his other hand. Kenren walked over and picked Tenpou's glasses up from the carpeted floor and handed it to him. "What are you doing here so early for, Kenren?" he asked, slipping them on and yawning.
"What do you mean 'what am I doing here so early for'?" Kenren asked back, frowning as he turned off the gramophone that Tenpou had left on. The tip of his finger came away dusty and he wiped it on his pants with an exasperated sigh. It looked as if it was time to insist another Cleaning of Tenpou's Study, even though the last one had just been some two weeks ago. And wasn't the equally dusty record on the gramophone the same one that had been playing back then?
"You don't usually come for me until six in the evening," Tenpou answered groggily, "and it's, what, ten in the morning?"
"Two in the afternoon," Kenren corrected him with a soft snort. Tenpou would never get up at ten in the morning even if the whole of London was being burned to the ground. "Today's the RMS, or did you completely forget?"
"I didn't," Tenpou said, though the blank look he received made Kenren wonder if Tenpou even remembered what the letters stood for at all. "So?"
"So," Kenren echoed, "You said you wanted to come watch in my next race."
"I did?" Tenpou asked, surprised. A thoughtful look crossed his face as Kenren rolled his eyes heavenward. "Oh, I did, didn't I?"
"Yes. You did," Kenren told him with a patience that could only be born from being repeatedly subjected to this kind of thing. He took one last drag from his cigarette before putting it out on Tenpou's frog-shaped ashtray. "So then are you coming or not?"
-----
Tenpou's cigarette was not even halfway finished when he put it out as Kenren's car came towards the pitstop. Mechanics and doctors flocked towards the car as it came to a stop, and Kenren got our rather unsteadily. They made him sit down on a chair and Tenpou stood by his side as the doctors looked him over.
"Is he alright?" someone asked before Tenpou could, a man with a clipboard in a large, thick coat. The red band around his upper arm identified him as one of the tournament's officials.
"He's going to be fine but he needs to scratch," the man standing on Kenren's other side said, holding a flask to Kenren's lips. Kenren drank from it without complaint as the official started asking for the spare driver.
"Hey, you're the spare driver!" someone said, and all eyes turned towards Tenpou. Tenpou blinked back at them, and then looked at the blue arm band Kenren had given him earlier so that he could watch from the pit with the rest of his team. Sure enough 'SPARE DRIVER' was written on it in thick, block letters.
"Well, so I am," he said, grinning. The official started to pull him towards the car by the arm, but Tenpou found himself held back by his other arm. When he turned to look, he saw his coat's sleeve caught in Kenren's tight grip.
"Don't be silly, Tenpou," Kenren told him, frowning. "I didn't give you that so you can be my spare driver. You don't even know how to drive!"
"But I do know how to drive," Tenpou said, and watched Kenren's dark midnight blue eyes widen in surprise.
"Are you going to scratch?" the official asked beside them impatiently, tapping his clipboard with a pen. With some effort Tenpou managed to take Kenren's hand completely off his arm.
"Certainly not," he answered, voice steely. He had come here to watch Kenren win and he would have nothing less.
"Tenpou--"
"It'll be fine, Kenren darling," he assured Kenren, patting the top of his head. "Quite fine."
-----
"I can't believe you did it!" Kenren exclaimed as Tenpou got out of the passenger side of his Bugatti Speedster, grabbing him by the waist and lifting him into the air. Tenpou laughed as Kenren spun him around, and patted his friend's arm to be let down. It was already two hours later and they had reached Kenren's home, but Kenren's smile was still brighter than the shiny gold medal hanging from his neck. One would think he had never won a race before, especially if they had never seen the impressive collection of awards Kenren had won for their family's trophy room. "Tenpou! You're amazing!"
"Put me down, Kenren!" Tenpou ordered, laughing. "You're acting rather strangely, you realize? You did most of the work. I just took over for the final lap."
"But three cars passed by when I stopped at the pits. And you managed to beat all of them!" Kenren said excitedly, setting him down, "And, I didn't really know you could drive a race car. Who taught you?" he asked.
"Ah...Gojun did," Tenpou answered, and watched as Kenren's smile faltered for the first time in two hours. "He used to be a racer. You really can get along well with him, you know, if you tried."
"That perverted old man? I don't think so," Kenren said, wrinkling his nose. Tenpou shook his head and pinched it.
"When will you stop being so ridiculously jealous over Gojun?" he asked, but got no reply. He watched Kenren take his coat off and place it on top of his worktable. Kenren then motioned for Tenpou to come closer. Tenpou did, and found himself hoisted up onto the table too.
"Let's do something different tonight, alright?" Kenren told him, taking Tenpou's coat off and loosening his tie. "Let me fuck you and then we can go drink something," he suggested. And even if Tenpou had wanted to protest Kenren did not let him; he crushed their mouths together, kissing him hard. He could feel his friend's hands working on his pants, and his cock hardened as Kenren's fingers repeatedly and deliberately brushed against it. By the time Kenren had managed to take off his pants and boxers, Tenpou was fully hard.
Kenren ignored his erection though, going instead for the buttons of his shirt. It took him no time at all to have Tenpou's shirt opened, pooling around his elbows. Tenpou shivered as Kenren then started to tweak his nipples and palm his abdomen, hands exploring but careful not to go below the waist. He let out a mewling sound that he knew Kenren liked and spread his legs even wider.
"You look gorgeous, baby."
"Kenre-mmph!"
Kenren pushed two of his fingers into Tenpou's mouth, cutting him off, and Tenpou did not need to be told to suck. He closed his eyes and sucked on them as he would on Kenren's cock, getting them nice and wet, tongue wrapping around the digits and sliding against them, wet and warm. After a while, Kenren pulled them out with a slight pop.
Tenpou gasped as both fingers were slid in to him at the same time, as deep as they would go. They started moving before he could even begin to adjust to them, twisting and prodding inside him until they hit his prostate. Tenpou cried out and his back arched, and Kenren grasped his leaking cock with his other hand. He started pumping it fast, not all at the same pace his fingers were nailing Tenpou's prostate. Tenpou squirmed on top of the desk and gripped the edges of it so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"K-Kenren...I...c-can't," he managed to say between moans, squeezing around Kenren's fingers so hard it almost hurt. Kenren pumped him faster and kissed the line of his jaw from chin to ear.
"We've got the whole night, baby," Kenren whispered hotly, licking his earlobe, "Come for me, darling," he said, and Tenpou came into his hand.
-----
"I love you."
Tenpou lifted his head from Kenren's chest to look at him and wondered if, for the first time in his life, he had finally gotten drunk. Kenren did not look as if he had spoken and Tenpou decided it was just his imagination, and laid his head back down. But then it came again:
"I love you."
"Kenren?"
He sat up and saw Kenren's eyes were open this time, looking right at him and through him. He watched his friend open his mouth, look as if he had forgotten what he was going to say, and close it again. He was obviously fabulously drunk.
Tenpou sighed and reached for his cigarette case and lit one stick up. He was halfway done with it when Kenren spoke again.
"I mean it."
"What?" he asked, turning only when Kenren stole the cigarette from his hand. "What?"
"I mean it, Tenpou, I love you," he repeated, but his words came out slurred. Tenpou stole his cigarette back before Kenren could successfully put it out on his cocaine-dusted bedside table. He took a drag and let the smoke out slowly.
"It's the Dom Pérignon talking, isn't it?" he asked, careful to keep any emotion out of his voice. Not that Kenren could probably pick up on it in his state, and not that he knew what Tenpou really felt, to tell the truth.
They had been fooling around with each other for months now but never, not once, had Kenren ever told him he loved him. Tenpou had never told him he loved him either, mostly because he had never even thought about it. They had grown exclusive to each other at some point, but Kenren had always been a ladies' man and so--
"No! It's me!" Kenren broke into his thoughts, sounding desperate. But then he paused, his eyebrows furrowing. "Do we know a Dom Pérignon?"
Tenpou laughed and ran his fingers through his friend's-his lover's?-short hair. He then pressed them against Kenren's eyebrows, trying to smooth them out. He leaned forward and kissed Kenren on the lips softly, lazily.
"Tell me that again when you're sober."
-----
And Kenren would have, had he the chance. He had been too far out to stop himself from confessing, but not far out enough to forget about it. Or the look Tenpou had given him that told him that maybe, just maybe, his friend felt the same way too. But Tenpou's article about the RMS never made it to print. The following morning, the newspaper contained a different sort of news for the first time in months, and the tension in the air was so thick it tasted stronger than his morning coffee. The country was at war with Germany. He and Tenpou must have missed the announcement while having their private celebration the day before.
Tenpou did not see much of Kenren after that night. While he hated to admit it, he and Kenren really did not get together a lot outside the outrageous parties the aristocrats threw. Kenren had his race car and tournaments, while Tenpou had his books and newspaper articles. All of which where set aside as they prepared for war.
The last time they saw each other was before they had to leave with their respective companies--Kenren to the East, and Tenpou to the West. Kenren did not tell him again because Tenpou did not ask, and Tenpou did not ask because he did not think Kenren remembered.
Or maybe it was that they just already knew.
Series: Saiyuki
Status: One-shot, complete
Rating: R
Pairings: KenrenXTenpou
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and its characters belong to Minekura-sensei, the Saiyuki Project, TV Tokyo, Dentsu and Pierrot, etc.
Warning: Non-worksafe, historical inaccuracies
Notes: Written as a gift for feait in 7thnight_smut (2009) and beta by meicdon13.
Tenpou was saying something, but he didn't actually think Kenren could hear him above the pounding music, did he? Frowning, Kenren shouted, "What?" but didn't bother to stop dancing.
Instead of shouting back like he expected him to, Tenpou leaned closer, close enough that his lips brushed against Kenren's ear. Kenren would have felt it, if not for the fake plastic elf-ear he'd worn around his earlobe.
"Let's get out of here," Tenpou said then pulled back, a sly smile on his rouged lips. Kenren thought that made him look more like an incubus than a fairy king as the slim hip under his hand stopped moving. "Come on," Tenpou mouthed at him, then pulled him away by the hand from the dance floor, moving towards one of the couches near the refreshment-laden tables, all of which were artistically strewn with fake greenery in another attempt of the host to create 'an enchanted garden' look.
It was a wonder how Tenpou managed to avoid hitting anyone with his glittering wings, but they managed to reach the couch without any incident. "Drink?" Kenren asked after helping Tenpou remove his wings so that he could sit down, taking off his own accessories: a bejeweled wooden bow and a fine leather quiver filled with real arrows that he'd stolen from his late father's study. They were a bit scuffed up, though not from use or age, but from being in some aristocrat's scavenger list twice or thrice before. While Kenren couldn't care less, his ancestors must be rolling in their graves by now.
"I'd kill for a martini," Tenpou said, putting aside the bow and quiver much more carefully than the way he had thrown his own wings aside. The oddest things interested Tenpou, and Kenren's family heirlooms were some of them. His friend was probably the only reason why the things were still in one piece.
"Spot of absinthe?"
"Yes, at least a spot."
Kenren grinned and dropped a quick kiss on Tenpou's lips before moving away to fetch the drinks he'd seen three tables away. He came back soon with two cocktail glasses filled with something blue; everything was either blue or green at this party, including the food and drinks. It was something of an eyesore if you weren't used to it.
"Thank you, darling," Tenpou said. It was a phrase Tenpou used quite liberally, being someone who was used to getting other people to do favors for him. Tenpou skirted his responsibilities whenever he could, to the point that it made Kenren ill, but he always did what Tenpou asked of him anyway.
He sat down a comfortable distance away from his friend, though neither of them really feared their preference for the same sex being discovered. The police had forced a young chap to flee to France just last week, but that was after the poor lad went home from Lord Balcairn's party drunk and alone, and approached a lieutenant of all people. Entrance to house parties like this one was quite strict, and the police knew better than to try and get in.
The papers were even less of a threat to them. After the last 'Mr. Chatterbox' wrote something that displeased Lord Brown and got himself fired, Tenpou was given the column. 'Rambunctious Kenren' had been a favorite of the previous writer and, sometimes, when it struck his fancy or he had nothing else to write about, Tenpou would have Kenren do something insane that was sure to be the talk of the town the following day. Storm in a teacup, he liked to tell their friends, as if he had not brought the thing about himself.
So when Tenpou sipped at his martini and then asked him if he thought the party wasn't dull, Kenren was ready to do anything from taking his clothes off and hanging from the chandelier, to shooting one of the aristocrats with his bow and arrow. Shy Adam Ludlow was looking uneasy standing away from the crowd, his glasses sliding down his nose and a hat far too large for him on top of his head. There was a card on the hat that read 10/6 in bright red ink which Kenren thought would make an excellent mark-- and what was poor Adam supposed to be anyway?
"Well?" Tenpou asked, playing with the skewered olive garnish on his drink.
"I've never been more bored in my life," Kenren agreed, then drained his glass. Alcohol was his fuel, though one glass was barely enough to even quench his thirst. "So what do you suppose we should do?" he asked, bracing himself for another one of Tenpou's crazy ideas that would have their friend Konzen deny ever even seeing Kenren before. Not that he did not do that on a daily basis.
Something must have shown on his face because Tenpou tsk'ed and wagged his index finger at him. "Nothing like that, Kenren," he said.
"Really?" Kenren asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well..."
Tenpou was giving him that look, the one Kenren usually received after dances and never during, because Tenpou was usually particular about not having sex in places where they ran the risk of being seen by other people. They had had public sex only once before, and Kenren had been too drunk to remember it the day after.
"Let's get out of here," Tenpou repeated.
"You mean right now?" It was certainly far too early. Though no one would really miss the two of them should they leave right now, photographers were outside swarming like flies. Tenpou hated getting his picture taken by them. He said that the many flashes going off all at once hurt his eyes. Since Tenpou spent his days holed up in the gloom of his study or at the library at St. James's Square, Kenren was not really surprised.
"Yes, right now," Tenpou answered, lowering his still half-full glass. He tapped his chin in thought. "It's such a large house. It would be strange, but do you think there might be a spare bedroom here on the first floor somewhere?" he asked and, as Kenren failed to give him a quick reply, added, "Well. I suppose not. But perhaps a study? We can just slip away and--"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Kenren finally blurted out-hissed it-, though he probably did not look half as scandalized as he should. Already he was feeling heat pool in the middle of his legs just at the thought of having sex with Tenpou in one of the mansion's rooms without the consent of the host.
"I'm not!" Tenpou protested, smiling because he knew Kenren knew he was not. "It's such a large house," he repeated. "No one would even know if we use any of the rooms here." He leaned closer and placed his hand on top of Kenren's thigh, close to his crotch. "Let's get out of here," he said again, his green eyes shining.
Before Kenren could ask him what he was planning, Tenpou turned and pointed towards the dance floor. "A rat!" he shouted, "A rat!"
Kenren turned to look, and sure enough, there was a photorat at the direction Tenpou was pointing. Wearing a suit that could not possibly be from any child's fairytale, he looked so conspicuous that Kenren was fairly sure the servants guarding the entrance tonight would get fired. He watched the photographer take one last picture before making a run for it, the crowd already moving to drive him out.
Kenren picked up his cocktail glass and stood to follow, but Tenpou wrapped a hand around his arm and reminded him that they were headed somewhere else. The band had changed the music to something more upbeat, maybe even colored, the drums going faster and taking the lead. Everyone except for those who were too drunk to move had given chase, and already Kenren could hear the tell-tale chink of glass breaking against the pavement outside; the guests obviously did not care for how expensive the glasses were as they tried to hit the photographer with them and repeatedly missed. The two easily ducked into a side hallway unnoticed.
"You left your wings--"
"Never mind that," Tenpou told him, shoving Kenren's bow towards him and opening the first door to their right. He shook his head and closed it before Kenren could even try to take a look at the room inside. The same thing went for the second room and then the third, before Tenpou gave his arm a sharp thug and shoved him into the fourth room. "Desk," he said, walking briskly towards the wooden desk at the far side of the room with Kenren in tow.
They rounded the desk and Kenren found himself pushed down into the chair behind it, with Tenpou dropping to his knees in front of him. His friend made quick work of the belts that kept Kenren's dark green leather pants closed and brought his already half-hard cock out. Kenren placed a hand on Tenpou's shoulder in an attempt to slow him down, but Tenpou grabbed it and pressed it against one of the chair's arms, until Kenren got his cue and placed both of his hands on either one.
"Keep them there," Tenpou growled at him before grasping Kenren's cock and giving it a few pumps, his thumb swiping at the underside on each upstroke. When Kenren was hard enough, Tenpou gave his length one slow, wet lick from top to bottom, then tongued the head into his mouth. Kenren groaned, his hands twitching before grasping the wood beneath them.
"Damn, Tenpou," he hissed, and Tenpou hummed around his cock, making his hips jerk. He sucked on him, his mouth determined and wanting, his lips and tongue working to cover every inch of skin. Kenren didn't know when he had finally given in and moved his right hand to fist Tenpou's brown hair, but Tenpou himself either didn't notice or didn't care. He placed his own hands on Kenren's hips to keep him from bucking too hard and pulled back slowly, teeth scraping against velvety skin, so that only the head remained inside his warm and wet mouth. He licked at the tip once, and then again and again, until Kenren felt himself going crazy. Tenpou's roaming hands strayed nowhere near the rest of his cock. The pleasure was almost unbearable but he could not come. "Tenpou," he whined sharply.
Tenpou pulled back, a string of saliva and pre-cum between his lips and Kenren's cock. Kenren tried to push his head back down but he resisted, and Kenren practically sobbed. "Tenpou," he whimpered again, but all Tenpou did was lift his right hand and rub the tip of his middle finger against Kenren's leaking slit. He caught the hand that Kenren did not have buried in his hair with his other hand to keep Kenren from finishing himself off. Kenren let out another whine.
"Your next race is next week, right? The RMS?" Tenpou asked out of blue, his words obviously not cutting through the fog of pleasure wrapped around Kenren's head. He repeated his question. When Kenren did not answer right away, he stopped even the slit-teasing. Kenren choked on his own saliva.
"Yes! What about it? Tenpou," Kenren said in one breath, squirming in the chair. Tenpou's fingertip circled his tip once, twice, stopped.
"I want to go."
"I want to come."
"I'm serious."
"I'm seriously hard!"
He very nearly died when Tenpou stood up. Something in his green eyes prevented Kenren from reaching for his cock with his now empty hands, and it twitched almost painfully against his stomach. "Anyone can go to the RMS. Why are we talking about this now?" Kenren asked, wincing when his voice came out in a beg instead of the growl that he had been aiming at. Tenpou just smiled down at him, and Kenren realized that his friend was not even hard. He had planned this.
This was not the first time Tenpou had used sex to get a favor out of him, and it would not be the last. His requests were usually outrageous, but he would first make sure to drive Kenren to a state where he would not be able to think properly, or resist. "Alright, what do you want?" Kenren asked, caving in easily.
"Lord Brown asked me to write an article about it. I think I'd be able to write it better if I watched it from the pit. You'd make sure I'd be able to, wouldn't you, darling?" Tenpou answered, purring, as he kneeled down again and brought his face close to Kenren's cock. He opened his mouth and breathed hot air at the shaft, and Kenren immediately forgot that only the driver's team members are allowed to watch from the pit. He groaned and raised his hips so that the tip of his cock slid past Tenpou's parted lips. A soft, talented tongue quickly wrapped itself around it.
"Yes!" Kenren promised, hips jerking again. This time Tenpou did not stop him, and neither did he stop Kenren's hands from burying into his hair and pulling him down, hard and fast, over his cock. Tenpou sucked him, relaxed his throat so that Kenren could thrust in deeper, and Kenren cried out his name, unloading deep in his throat.
"You...You're crazy," he panted as Tenpou licked his shaft clean. He reached around Tenpou when he bent over to tuck him back in, kneading his ass. Kenren had been wondering all night what Tenpou was wearing underneath his silk tunic, but apparently he wasn't wearing anything except underwear as Kenren was able to press two fingers easily against his hole. Tenpou moaned.
"You could have just asked me," Kenren continued as Tenpou moved to straddle him, "You didn't have to do this."
"Oh, but you liked it, didn't you?" Tenpou asked teasingly as Kenren slid the edge of his tunic up his thigh. They would have gone further, if not for the sound of the door being opened. Tenpou scrambled off his lap and fixed himself in the two seconds it took the servant to step into the doorway and get within sight of them.
"My lords..?"
"We were looking for the toilet and got lost," Tenpou lied easily for the both of them, pulling Kenren off the chair and out of the room. "We'll be going now."
-----
"Goodness, how gothic, how gloomy, how grim!" Kenren announced loudly with a wide grin as he entered Tenpou's study, heading straight for the window next to his friend's desk and throwing the curtains aside. He turned to find Tenpou stirring from his nap, one arm shielding his eyes from the sudden bright light that filled the room.
"How blinding," Tenpou groaned, sitting up and searching blindly around his desk with his other hand. Kenren walked over and picked Tenpou's glasses up from the carpeted floor and handed it to him. "What are you doing here so early for, Kenren?" he asked, slipping them on and yawning.
"What do you mean 'what am I doing here so early for'?" Kenren asked back, frowning as he turned off the gramophone that Tenpou had left on. The tip of his finger came away dusty and he wiped it on his pants with an exasperated sigh. It looked as if it was time to insist another Cleaning of Tenpou's Study, even though the last one had just been some two weeks ago. And wasn't the equally dusty record on the gramophone the same one that had been playing back then?
"You don't usually come for me until six in the evening," Tenpou answered groggily, "and it's, what, ten in the morning?"
"Two in the afternoon," Kenren corrected him with a soft snort. Tenpou would never get up at ten in the morning even if the whole of London was being burned to the ground. "Today's the RMS, or did you completely forget?"
"I didn't," Tenpou said, though the blank look he received made Kenren wonder if Tenpou even remembered what the letters stood for at all. "So?"
"So," Kenren echoed, "You said you wanted to come watch in my next race."
"I did?" Tenpou asked, surprised. A thoughtful look crossed his face as Kenren rolled his eyes heavenward. "Oh, I did, didn't I?"
"Yes. You did," Kenren told him with a patience that could only be born from being repeatedly subjected to this kind of thing. He took one last drag from his cigarette before putting it out on Tenpou's frog-shaped ashtray. "So then are you coming or not?"
-----
Tenpou's cigarette was not even halfway finished when he put it out as Kenren's car came towards the pitstop. Mechanics and doctors flocked towards the car as it came to a stop, and Kenren got our rather unsteadily. They made him sit down on a chair and Tenpou stood by his side as the doctors looked him over.
"Is he alright?" someone asked before Tenpou could, a man with a clipboard in a large, thick coat. The red band around his upper arm identified him as one of the tournament's officials.
"He's going to be fine but he needs to scratch," the man standing on Kenren's other side said, holding a flask to Kenren's lips. Kenren drank from it without complaint as the official started asking for the spare driver.
"Hey, you're the spare driver!" someone said, and all eyes turned towards Tenpou. Tenpou blinked back at them, and then looked at the blue arm band Kenren had given him earlier so that he could watch from the pit with the rest of his team. Sure enough 'SPARE DRIVER' was written on it in thick, block letters.
"Well, so I am," he said, grinning. The official started to pull him towards the car by the arm, but Tenpou found himself held back by his other arm. When he turned to look, he saw his coat's sleeve caught in Kenren's tight grip.
"Don't be silly, Tenpou," Kenren told him, frowning. "I didn't give you that so you can be my spare driver. You don't even know how to drive!"
"But I do know how to drive," Tenpou said, and watched Kenren's dark midnight blue eyes widen in surprise.
"Are you going to scratch?" the official asked beside them impatiently, tapping his clipboard with a pen. With some effort Tenpou managed to take Kenren's hand completely off his arm.
"Certainly not," he answered, voice steely. He had come here to watch Kenren win and he would have nothing less.
"Tenpou--"
"It'll be fine, Kenren darling," he assured Kenren, patting the top of his head. "Quite fine."
-----
"I can't believe you did it!" Kenren exclaimed as Tenpou got out of the passenger side of his Bugatti Speedster, grabbing him by the waist and lifting him into the air. Tenpou laughed as Kenren spun him around, and patted his friend's arm to be let down. It was already two hours later and they had reached Kenren's home, but Kenren's smile was still brighter than the shiny gold medal hanging from his neck. One would think he had never won a race before, especially if they had never seen the impressive collection of awards Kenren had won for their family's trophy room. "Tenpou! You're amazing!"
"Put me down, Kenren!" Tenpou ordered, laughing. "You're acting rather strangely, you realize? You did most of the work. I just took over for the final lap."
"But three cars passed by when I stopped at the pits. And you managed to beat all of them!" Kenren said excitedly, setting him down, "And, I didn't really know you could drive a race car. Who taught you?" he asked.
"Ah...Gojun did," Tenpou answered, and watched as Kenren's smile faltered for the first time in two hours. "He used to be a racer. You really can get along well with him, you know, if you tried."
"That perverted old man? I don't think so," Kenren said, wrinkling his nose. Tenpou shook his head and pinched it.
"When will you stop being so ridiculously jealous over Gojun?" he asked, but got no reply. He watched Kenren take his coat off and place it on top of his worktable. Kenren then motioned for Tenpou to come closer. Tenpou did, and found himself hoisted up onto the table too.
"Let's do something different tonight, alright?" Kenren told him, taking Tenpou's coat off and loosening his tie. "Let me fuck you and then we can go drink something," he suggested. And even if Tenpou had wanted to protest Kenren did not let him; he crushed their mouths together, kissing him hard. He could feel his friend's hands working on his pants, and his cock hardened as Kenren's fingers repeatedly and deliberately brushed against it. By the time Kenren had managed to take off his pants and boxers, Tenpou was fully hard.
Kenren ignored his erection though, going instead for the buttons of his shirt. It took him no time at all to have Tenpou's shirt opened, pooling around his elbows. Tenpou shivered as Kenren then started to tweak his nipples and palm his abdomen, hands exploring but careful not to go below the waist. He let out a mewling sound that he knew Kenren liked and spread his legs even wider.
"You look gorgeous, baby."
"Kenre-mmph!"
Kenren pushed two of his fingers into Tenpou's mouth, cutting him off, and Tenpou did not need to be told to suck. He closed his eyes and sucked on them as he would on Kenren's cock, getting them nice and wet, tongue wrapping around the digits and sliding against them, wet and warm. After a while, Kenren pulled them out with a slight pop.
Tenpou gasped as both fingers were slid in to him at the same time, as deep as they would go. They started moving before he could even begin to adjust to them, twisting and prodding inside him until they hit his prostate. Tenpou cried out and his back arched, and Kenren grasped his leaking cock with his other hand. He started pumping it fast, not all at the same pace his fingers were nailing Tenpou's prostate. Tenpou squirmed on top of the desk and gripped the edges of it so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"K-Kenren...I...c-can't," he managed to say between moans, squeezing around Kenren's fingers so hard it almost hurt. Kenren pumped him faster and kissed the line of his jaw from chin to ear.
"We've got the whole night, baby," Kenren whispered hotly, licking his earlobe, "Come for me, darling," he said, and Tenpou came into his hand.
-----
"I love you."
Tenpou lifted his head from Kenren's chest to look at him and wondered if, for the first time in his life, he had finally gotten drunk. Kenren did not look as if he had spoken and Tenpou decided it was just his imagination, and laid his head back down. But then it came again:
"I love you."
"Kenren?"
He sat up and saw Kenren's eyes were open this time, looking right at him and through him. He watched his friend open his mouth, look as if he had forgotten what he was going to say, and close it again. He was obviously fabulously drunk.
Tenpou sighed and reached for his cigarette case and lit one stick up. He was halfway done with it when Kenren spoke again.
"I mean it."
"What?" he asked, turning only when Kenren stole the cigarette from his hand. "What?"
"I mean it, Tenpou, I love you," he repeated, but his words came out slurred. Tenpou stole his cigarette back before Kenren could successfully put it out on his cocaine-dusted bedside table. He took a drag and let the smoke out slowly.
"It's the Dom Pérignon talking, isn't it?" he asked, careful to keep any emotion out of his voice. Not that Kenren could probably pick up on it in his state, and not that he knew what Tenpou really felt, to tell the truth.
They had been fooling around with each other for months now but never, not once, had Kenren ever told him he loved him. Tenpou had never told him he loved him either, mostly because he had never even thought about it. They had grown exclusive to each other at some point, but Kenren had always been a ladies' man and so--
"No! It's me!" Kenren broke into his thoughts, sounding desperate. But then he paused, his eyebrows furrowing. "Do we know a Dom Pérignon?"
Tenpou laughed and ran his fingers through his friend's-his lover's?-short hair. He then pressed them against Kenren's eyebrows, trying to smooth them out. He leaned forward and kissed Kenren on the lips softly, lazily.
"Tell me that again when you're sober."
-----
And Kenren would have, had he the chance. He had been too far out to stop himself from confessing, but not far out enough to forget about it. Or the look Tenpou had given him that told him that maybe, just maybe, his friend felt the same way too. But Tenpou's article about the RMS never made it to print. The following morning, the newspaper contained a different sort of news for the first time in months, and the tension in the air was so thick it tasted stronger than his morning coffee. The country was at war with Germany. He and Tenpou must have missed the announcement while having their private celebration the day before.
Tenpou did not see much of Kenren after that night. While he hated to admit it, he and Kenren really did not get together a lot outside the outrageous parties the aristocrats threw. Kenren had his race car and tournaments, while Tenpou had his books and newspaper articles. All of which where set aside as they prepared for war.
The last time they saw each other was before they had to leave with their respective companies--Kenren to the East, and Tenpou to the West. Kenren did not tell him again because Tenpou did not ask, and Tenpou did not ask because he did not think Kenren remembered.
Or maybe it was that they just already knew.