Honour, Duty, or Love?

Title: Honour, Duty or Love?
Author: JadeHeart
Located/Archived: If anyone would like it, please ask me first
Fandom: Saiyuki
Warnings: M/M, sexual situations

Author’s Note: This is the fourth of eight alternate endings for this story, each featuring a different pairing.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this, they belong to the creators of ‘Saiyuki’, nor am I making any profits

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Alternate Ending 4 - Dokugakuji & Kougaji


Kougaiji strode down the corridor, feeling refreshed thanks to Yaone’s interference. He was still irked at her forwardness but he couldn’t fault her intuitiveness in knowing what he needed. He just naturally begrudged the time lost.

“Hey, Kou!”

The shout made him look up the corridor to see Dokugakuji striding rapidly towards him. His jacket hung loose showing the bare expanse of broad chest. As he drew closer Kougaiji could see the expression of relief on his face.

Dokugakuji reached him and reached out to grip his shoulders tightly. His gaze searched his face as though reassuring himself that his lord was well.

“Thank goodness you’re okay,” Dokugakuji finally said, heaving a sigh and letting his head drop for a moment before raising it to smile at Kougaiji. “I was worried,” he admitted.

“I’m fine,” Kougaiji replied as Dokugakuji released him and fell into step at his side as he continued on his way.

“So there were no problems?” Dokugakuji asked.

“Not really. Although there was a little...interference.”

“Huh?”

“Them,” Kougaiji stated curtly.

Dokugakuji’s brows rose in surprise. “What did they want with the thing the bitch was after?”

“Nothing,” Kougaiji clarified. “The morons just got caught up in the mess. Like always.”

They traversed through further passages, their boots echoing in the stone corridors.

“I intend informing Gyokumen Koushu that her renegade is now cinders courtesy of one Cho Hakkai so she can take it out on the Sanzo party’s hides.”

Dokugakuji frowned. “She’s not going to be happy about that,” he said.

“And isn’t that just too bad,” Kougaiji said nastily.

As they walked he could feel the round firmness tucked into his belt sash, rubbing against his skin. Now it was his turn to frown. If he didn’t report directly to Gyokumen Koushu he’d suffer for it. As it was, she was bound to take her frustration out on him as he had been delayed due to his exhaustion so he couldn’t afford to put off this audience any longer.

Yet the thought of appearing before her whilst still in possession of the item she was after only to tell her it was lost, unsettled him a little. No doubt that bastard Ni Jianyi would be there also and that man seemed to have an unnerving way of seeing through people. He couldn't risk losing that which he held; not when it could be the key he needed.

He made a decision then, one he disliked having to, but knowing he had little choice.

“Come with me,” he commanded, turning aside and making his way to an unassigned guest room that he knew was nearby. Dokugakuji followed silently, saving his questions.

Kougaiji found himself suddenly very aware of the man walking behind him. Of everyone, Dokugakuji was the one person whom he trusted completely and depended on in a way that he could not with Yaone. It wasn’t that she was not capable nor did he doubt her loyalty, but Dokugakuji was different. Kou trusted him with not just his life but now was about to trust him with possibly his mother’s. In his mind there was no-one more worthy.

They entered the room and Kougaiji carefully checked to ensure there was no possibility of anyone spying on them. All appeared safe but he wasn’t convinced. Gyokumen Koushu had too many eyes and ears in all places. He may have been the son of Gyuumaoh and thus the rightful Prince of Demons but he lacked the powerbase to back that claim just at this time. There were many who would follow him if he demanded it but in the present situation that would result in nothing but their deaths. There were even others who could come to his side but were too afraid of showing their hand whilst Gyokumen Koushu held the reins of power.

And whilst Gyokumen Koushu held power over his mother he could do nothing but bide his time. Until things changed, all he could do was remain ever alert and try his best to keep those he loved safe.

He sent out a gentle spell of seeking through the room, searching for hidden magics. No alarm bells came ringing back to indicate it had found anything but still he beckoned Dokugakuji to come closer so they could keep their voices low.

“What is it?” Dokugakuji asked, leaning down as he sensed that his lord had something serious to discuss.

Kou opened his mouth to speak when the door to the room banged open suddenly and one of Gyokumen Koushu’s lackeys stood there.

Kougaiji spun around, glaring at him. “Get out!” he ordered.

The youkkai stood his ground, a sneer on his face. “’The Mistress has been expecting you. She was wondering why you are taking so long to report to her. Or perhaps you have something to hide?” There was a distinct snicker in his voice as he smirked at the two men before him.

Kougaiji knew he had to act quickly and turn this situation around or all would be lost. If he didn’t do something to alleviate Gyokumen Koushu’s suspicions he would be forced to deal with more of these interferences dogging his every step and that he couldn’t afford.

“I’ve more personal matters to attend to,” he stated, turning away. He reached out and grasped the loose material of Dokugakuji’s open jacket near the shoulders, jerking it out and down, stripping it from those broad shoulders and half down the arms, baring his torso to full view.

He ignored the surprise on Dokugakuji’s face as at the same time he used this motion to pull Dokugakuji lower so he could press their lips together. It would be unseemly for the Demon Prince to be seen trying to stand on tiptoes.

He swallowed Dokugakuji’s startled gasp, sliding his tongue inside instead and effectively stopping any other protestations. He needed Dokugakuji to go along with this and the smallest sign of resistance would immediately alert their watcher. So he held the kiss, trying to communicate to Dokugakuji through their joined lips to stay silent. The message seemed to get through as there was no further move from his friend.

When he finally broke the kiss he looked over his shoulder to glare at the youkkai by the door who was now looking more shell shocked than amused.

“Now get out, or I’ll make you sorry you defied me,” Kougaiji growled, eyes narrowed.

To emphasize his words he allowed his power to build, the flames of his summoning flickering around his body. The youkkai seemed to now recall just who he was dealing with and that he was very much alone. It was not likely he would even live to report back to Gyokumen Koushu if he didn’t leave now. Without another word he turned and fled, letting the door slam shut behind him, leaving Kougaiji and Dokugakuji alone again.

“Fool!” Kougaiji muttered scathingly, still gazing at the now closed door.

“Ah, Kou?” Dokugakuji mumbled.

“What is it?” Kougaiji turned his head to look up at his vassal.

“Uhm, could you, ah, like, let me go?” Dokugakuji said haltingly.

Kougaiji realised that he still held Dokugakuji’s jacket with one hand, pinning that arm in place whilst it had fallen completely from the other arm. He was also still pressed up against Dokugakuji, their bare chests touching.

He now noticed that Dokugakuji’s face was a little flushed and wondered why when he felt a hardness pressing against his abdomen. Now he became aware of the way his friend’s chest rose and fell in time with his rapid breathing, the hot air puffing across the top of Kougaiji’s head. There was no mistaking that Dokugakuji had been turned on by their recent byplay.

Kougaiji was about to step away and break his hold when he became aware of his own state of arousal. It surprised him a little. He had spent so much time around Dokugakuji through all the years, in both good times and bad, that he had become so accustomed to the other man’s presence by his side. Now his response caught him by surprise, this intensity of feeling towards the other man; he had thought he was beyond that by now.

Many years ago he had pushed aside any feelings that he deemed were unseemly for a lord to have towards his vassal. He had never wanted to be the sort of master to abuse his position and take advantage of his people. That is not what he wanted from his association with Dokugakuji or Yaone. So he always kept them at a distance emotionally, all the while keeping them close to protect.

Now though his body was reacting strongly to being this close to Dokugakuji. That brief touch of his lips, the feel of his body pressed against his, created sensations within him that were unable to be ignored any longer.

“Kou?” Dokugakuji queried again, reaching over to touch Kougaiji’s wrist of the hand that still gripped his clothing. “Snap out of it, man,” he said, smiling down at him as though in reassurance. “He’s gone running back to the bitch with quite a story to tell, I’m sure, so you can ease up now.”

Dokugakuji tried to pull back further but Kougaiji merely tightened his grip, preventing his escape.

“That’s not what you really want,” Kougaiji stated bluntly. “Your body is saying something else.”

Dokugakuji flushed a little. “Well, it’s sort of a normal reaction you know,” he muttered, not looking at Kougaiji now.

For some reason that comment angered Kougaiji. Was Dokugakuji saying that he reacted this way all the time? Did it happen with everyone? His eyes narrowed in irritation. He didn’t want to think Dokugakuji felt like this with anyone else. He didn’t want to believe that it meant so little. His irritation began slowly building into anger.

“So you get this,” and Kougaiji reached down and cupped Dokugakuji’s erection firmly, “with just anyone?” He squeezed a little, probably more forcefully than he had intended but he felt angry.

Dokugakuji gasped and almost doubled over as though trying to escape that grip but Kougaiji refused to let go. However he did lessen the force of the squeeze and instead rubbed the stiff shaft firmly to which Dokugakuji groaned in response.

“Please, Kou. Let me go,” Dokugakuji pleaded.

“And if I say I don’t wish to?”

“You don’t have to pretend now,” Dokugakuji gasped out again in response to another firm stroke.

“Gyokumen Koushu might still be spying,” Kougaiji said, although he didn’t really believe it. It would take some time for her to organise another spy to trail him after the youkkai reported back to her.

“I don’t,” Dokugakuji bucked under his hand as he continued to rub the man’s stiffened shaft. “Want it…to be...ugh…an act!”

Kougaiji stilled at those unexpected words and Dokugakuji panted in relief at the cessation of those pleasurable ministrations. Was Dokugakuji saying that he did actually want this; just as Kougaiji did?

Kougaiji removed his hand and slowly ran it upwards, bumping over the high waist of Dokugakuji’s pants, palm pressed flat against bare flesh as he moved over taut stomach, feeling the indentations as he ghosted over each muscle, upwards further to rest it in the middle of Dokugakuji’s broad chest. He could feel the pounding heartbeat under his hand. He said quietly then.

“So - if I said this was not an act any longer would you ask me to continue?”

Dokugakuji stared down at him, surprise in his face which was then replaced with doubt and trepidation, before moving to desire and hope with a touch of hesitation.

There was silence between them for a moment longer then Dokugakuji spoke. “I’ve…always wanted it,” he said honestly, his eyes showing no lie.

Kougaiji maintained their gaze for a moment longer contemplating what he should do. His own state of arousal had only flagged a little as they had talked but his desire for this man had not. Should he act on this feeling? It would be crossing a line he had sworn not to. How would this affect their relationship in the future?

He continued to meet Dokugakuji’s candid eyes. He could still walk away from this. They hadn’t done anything yet that they couldn’t dismiss later and they could then just carry on as normal. He knew that Dokugakuji would still always be by his side. Nothing would change that. He knew though that this was the critical time. There would never be another chance like this between them.

He made a decision then. To hell with everything. Whatever happened after this he would deal with later.

He reached out and completely stripped Dokugakuji’s jacket from him in one swift movement, fully revealing the muscular chest. Dokugakuji stood still although his face showed his shock. Still he said nothing, just watched as Kougaiji shrugged out of his own black jacket, letting it fall to the floor also.

“Then let’s finish what we’ve started,” Kougaiji stated evenly, looking up into Dokugakuji’s face.

“Are you sure?” Dokugakuji queried, still sounding uncertain. Kougaiji could see him swallow hard.

“Are you planning to waste this time talking or doing?” Kougaiji retorted. “We don’t have all day here. At least not this time.”

The implication that there could be other times beyond this seemed to finally spur Dokugakuji into action. He took a deep breath that made his chest rise fully then he reached out and slid a hand around the back of Kougaiji’s neck, letting his fingers curl around and slip between the neck rings, tightening. Kougaiji could feel the power in that hand, a power that had always protected him, holding him so tightly yet always gently. He shivered as he thought of those hands holding him in a far more intimate manner.

“As you command me, my lord,” Dokugakuji said with that familiar smile, leaning down to kiss him.

Kougaiji allowed Dokugakuji to pull him close, the hand on the back of his neck holding him in place as Dokugakuji’s other arm circled his waist. Their bodies pressed tightly against each other as the kiss deepened.

Dokugakuji took the lead slowly, his lips moulding to Kougaiji’s. His tongue softly flicked forward to trace the outline of Kougaiji’s lips, not seeking entrance yet, just small gentle touches that were just as exciting. Kougaiji felt his lips moving to fit Dokugakuji’s every move, his mouth automatically opening wider as finally he felt Dokugakuji’s tongue brush against his teeth.

Dokugakuji’s tongue slipped forward unimpeded, sliding into his mouth and touching his own tongue, wrapping around and caressing it. Kougaiji felt his body become more enflamed, as though the fires of one of his summoned fiends was living inside him. His arms had risen to encircle Dokugakuji’s strong back, his hands pressed flat against the flesh so he could feel every ripple of muscle with Dokugakuji’s movements as well as the slickness of the skin. It seemed that Dokugakuji was becoming just as heated.

Kougaiji then pulled back so he could break the kiss, one hand coming up to rest on Dokugakuji’s shoulder to halt him as he tried to push forward and renew the kiss.

“Kou?” Dokugakuji queried. Kougaiji could see the flush on the other’s face, even as far down as his neck and upper chest. He wondered fleetingly if he would find that flush over Dokugakuji’s entire body. The thought made a fire ignite deep in his groin, almost painfully.

“You’re too tall,” Kougaiji said shortly. It was true after all. Dokugakuji stood considerably taller than Kougaiji. Most times that height difference wasn’t an issue but in these circumstances Kougaiji was finding it a major impediment. Already his neck was feeling pinched from being bent back so far as they kissed. As irrational as it was he didn’t like feeling that he was at a disadvantage with Dokugakuji.

“Er,” Dokugakuji looked confused for a moment and then he smiled wryly as though he knew only too well what his lord was really saying.

Kougaiji looked away, unable to continue to meet his friend’s laughing eyes. Dokugakuji probably did know exactly what he was thinking; damn the man!

“Then why don’t we make ourselves more comfortable?” Dokugakuji said. He reached up and took Kougaiji’s hand, stepping backwards and tugging Kougaiji with him until they reached the side of the bed situated in the room. “Would that be more suitable?”

Kougaiji eyed the wide bed at Dokugakuji’s back and felt his body tingle with anticipation. He reached out with his other hand and pushed hard, sending Dokugakuji toppling backwards with a shout of surprise. What he hadn’t counted on was that Dokugakuji kept a firm grip on his other hand and thus he was pulled forward also, following the momentum.

It could have ended badly then but Dokugakuji reacted swiftly as always in ensuring the safety of his lord. Instead of using his arm to stop his own fall he immediately reached out and wrapped it around Kougaiji, pulling him in close, holding him tightly and cushioning his fall which his own body. They hit the bed hard enough to knock the air from Kougaiji’s lungs and bounced a few times on the mattress before lying still, Kougaiji lying directly on top of him.

“Are you all right, Kou?” Dokugakuji asked, concern colouring his voice.

“Of course I am,” Kougaiji replied, squirming a little. “What of you?”

“I’m fine.” Dokugakuji immediately released his hold allowing Kougaiji to place his hands flat on the bed on either side of Dokugakuji’s shoulders and lift himself up so he could look down upon the man lying beneath him.

Kougaiji became immediately aware of how in this position their hips were pressing hard against each other, one of Kougaiji’s legs resting on the bed between Dokugakuji’s open ones. Positioned like this there was no mistaking their mutual arousal as their cocks nestled against each other.

Kougaiji shifted, sliding upwards just a fraction and watched as Dokugakuji’s eyes fluttered closed for a second and his breath hitched as that movement rubbed their erections together, forcing himself to bite back a moan also even whilst he felt a small thrill at knowing he had this power over the larger man.

He repeated the action and this time Dokugakuji’s hands reached up to grip Kougaiji’s hips tightly, fingers digging in almost painfully as he pushed their groins harder together eliciting a deep moan from them both at the pressure.

Dokugakuji’s dark eyes were smoky with desire as he looked up at Kougaiji. He raised one hand to touch Kougaiji’s cheek, fingers tracing the flame shaped youkkai birthmark, the light touch sending a shiver through Kougaiji’s body.

Dokugakuji’s hand circled round to the back of Kougaiji’s neck, tangling in his long hair and pulling his head down so their lips met again. This time the kiss was far more aggressive. Dokugakuji plundered Kougaiji’s mouth, never giving him a moment of respite. He refused to release his firm hold even whilst his other hand slid up Kougaiji’s spine, pressing into the dips and hollows around the vertebrae, drawing out towards the ribs before running back down.

Kougaiji could feel that large hand slide smoothly over his sweat slicked skin, resting for a moment in the small of his back before moving lower. A hand grabbed his ass hard, pressing their hips together even as Dokugakuji thrust upwards, forcing his groin hard against Kougaiji’s.

His moan was sucked into Dokugakuji’s mouth still pressed against his. He tried to ease to one side, to relieve the pressure on his aching cock but Dokugakuji held him firmly in place. He squirmed again but Dokugakuji only thrust upwards a second time.

Damn him! Kougaiji ranted in his mind, even as his pleasure centres were stimulated further.

Kougaiji moved one hand from the bed where it had rested trying to support his body weight and reached up to grip the wrist of Dokugakuji’s hand locked around his neck. He applied pressure, attempting to draw it away but Dokugakuji didn’t move seeming unaware of his actions. He increased the pressure, feeling fingers begin to dig into tendons. If this continued talons would soon pierce flesh also.

Slowly he dragged Dokugakuji’s hand away, breaking the hold. He didn’t stop there, maintaining his grip and forcing Dokugakuji’s arm upwards until he had it pinned on the bed above his head.

Now he wrenched his head up, finally breaking the long kiss. His lips felt bruised and swollen and he was a little light-headed. He gave his head a quick shake, trying to gather his thoughts even as he reached down with his other hand and wrenched Dokugakuji’s other hand from its place on his buttocks. He mirrored his earlier gesture and pinned that hand also on the other side of Dokugakuji’s head.

He glared down at his new lover, a tendril of anger at Dokugakuji’s high-handed actions. However that anger drifted away swiftly as he gazed upon Dokugakuji’s flushed face. He could feel the way his partner was breathing, short and fast as though he had been fighting the battle of his life. Kougaiji could hear his own quick breaths filling the air. Dokugakuji squirmed beneath him and he could feel the hard erection press against him again.

“Enough,” he commanded breathlessly.

Dokugakuji’s eyes showed the passion fading a little being replaced with concern.

“If you are going to do this,” Kougaiji continued, drawing his knees up so he was straddling Dokugakuji but not releasing his hands. “Then make me want it too.”

This probably sounded like a stupid thing to say when Dokugakuji could feel Kougaiji’s hard cock pressing against his stomach, clear indication that he did want it, but Dokugakuji understood what he meant. This was the first time for them both as lovers and Kougaiji wanted it to be more than just a rough tumble.

“Sorry,” Dokugakuji apologized, making no move to escape Kou’s grip. “May I try again?”

Kougaiji slowly released his hold and sat back. “You may,” he stated, watching Dokugakuji through half-lidded eyes.

Dokugakuji lay there for a heartbeat longer and then slowly lifted his hands towards Kougaiji. Kou did nothing – making no move either towards or away from him. Dokugakuji’s hands came to rest on his hips, holding this time lightly. He could feel the touch of fingers on his flesh just above the material of his trousers, those fleeting brushes sending tiny jolts of fire through his skin.

Slowly Dokugakuji’s hands began to move, gently ghosting over his tight stomach muscles, each long finger individually trailing its own fiery path over his body. Unhurriedly Dokugakuji began to move upwards, hands running over ribs that showed clearly through the skin, lined with muscle. Kougaiji could feel the calluses on the palms of Dokugakuji’s hands from long years of sword work.

Those hands reached Kougaiji’s chest, brushing over his nipples, bringing an involuntary jerk at the contact. Dokugakuji appeared to not have noticed his reaction for his hands continued on their way, now retracing a path back down his ribs. They reached his waist then circled inwards to join at his navel, both pushing upwards to follow his sternum, to rest at the hollow of his throat before winging outwards towards his shoulder then curling back across his upper chest. Again Dokugakuji’s warm hands rubbed over Kougaiji’s nipples, the hardening nubs butting against his palms.

The sensual smile that spread across Dokugakuji’s face as he looked up at his lord made Kougaiji’s excitement increase. Dokugakuji’s fingers began to play with his nipples, assaulting both at the same time; pinching them lightly between thumb and forefinger, teasing them upright to full hardness before trailing around the edges of the areole.

Kougaiji leant into that touch, his body aching for more. Dokugakuji’s slow and gentle caresses were driving him mad. He’d waited too long to experience this and as much as he truly wanted to savour it, he also knew in the back of his mind that he did not have forever. Not just at the moment.

He leant down now, dropping his head as though to kiss Dokugakuji, his lips only a few inches from his lover’s. He could feel Dokugakuji’s warm breath brush over his face, could see his lips quest upwards towards his.

Instead of capturing those alluring lips, Kougaiji directed his mouth lower, fastening on Dokugaiji’s outstretched throat directly over the pulse point. He sucked strongly, feeling Dokugakuji buck under him as though trying to throw him off. He growled in the back of his throat, not releasing his hold, hands clenched on Dokugakuji’s shoulders and pressing him down onto the bed.

Dokugakuji moaned loudly, his hands pinching hard on Kougaiji’s nipples where they were trapped between them. The slight pain made Kougaiji return the gesture by nipping at Dokugakuji’s throat, bringing forth another buck and moan - a moan of pure pleasure.

Kougaiji smile ferally against Dokugaiji’s skin. He released his hold, seeing that he had left a large mark that was rapidly bruising, teeth imprints clearly visible. He lapped at it, slowly drawing his tongue over the bruise, applying pressure. Dokugakuji stretched his head back further allowing him full access. This sign of complete submission was a heady gift for Kougaiji. This full trust given to him by Dokugakuji was something he treasured greatly.

He continued to roam over Dokugakuji’s throat, slowly moving outwards to his sharp pointed ears, using tongue, teeth and lips to caress every portion of flesh he could reach. Dokugakuji moaned and writhed as he began to lip his ears. Who would have thought Dokugakuji was so sensitive there? It was something he would have to remember for future use.

However, having found this weakness didn’t prevent Kougaiji from taking full advantage of it now. Dokugakuji was at his mercy, unable to squirm away from his insistent master and not prepared to use force to break free. The straining erection in his trousers showed this action wasn’t unpleasant for him; Kougaiji could feel the moisture seeping through the light material of Dokugakuji’s trousers to smear over his stomach.

After he had administered the same intense pleasure on Dokugakuji’s other ear also, Kougaiji began to move down his body. He placed kisses in the hollow of Dokugakuji’s throat, trailing his tongue out across each collar bone, before seeking downwards to reach his nipple.

Kougaiji firstly teased the right nipple, using lips and tongue to trail over and around it, flicking it lightly and feeling it harden against his tongue, rising so he could easily fasten his lips around it. He gripped it firmly and tugged, feeling Dokugakuji’s chest follow, trying to keep his lips in contact with his flesh. Kougaiji was pleased with this result; Dokugakuji’s body felt so hot under his hands as he turned his attention to the left nipple and repeated the actions.

Dokugakuji’s hands were now wrapped around his back, kneading the muscles, his actions becoming more urgent. He reached up and threaded his fingers through one of Kougaiji’s hands, trying to push it downwards. Kougaiji realized what he was doing after it had moved no more than a couple of inches and then he halted the motion. Dokugakuji tried to apply more pressure but Kougaiji refused to move.

Dokugakuji groaned in disappointment, instead thrusting his hips upwards, obviously seeking relief for his aching cock. Kougaiji couldn’t prevent the gasp that escaped his lips, breathed against Dokugakuji’s skin as he felt the other man’s cock rub hard against his groin making his entire body quiver with need. He knew that the both of them were almost at their limit.

Kougaiji slithered down further now; lips, teeth and hands still touching every part of Dokugakuji he could reach although the motion was no longer quite as languid and slow. He reached the waist band of Dokugakuji’s trousers and quickly undid the button and zip, using his teeth to draw away the cloth to reveal Dokugakuji’s straining erection. Released from its confines it jerked upwards, brushing eagerly against Kougaiji’s lips, leaving a bitter salty smear of liquid even as Dokugakuji gave a short cry.

Kougaiji shivered from head to toe, feeling the clamping sensation in his own groin that signified he was very, very close to climax. He pushed that aside firmly, trying to dispel it for the moment. He longed to grasp his own aching cock but instead concentrated and flicked his tongue out to circle around the head of Dokugakuji’s cock, tasting the precum that was smeared liberally all over. Kougaiji was surprised at Dokugakuji’s self-control; this evidence clearly showing how badly he wanted relief.

Kougaiji slid the tip into his mouth, tongue still working, lapping away the residue that continued to seep from the slit. Dokugakuji grunted, hands immediately tangling in Kougaiji’s hair as his hips thrust upwards.

“Kou,” Dokugakuji gasped out. “Enough.”

It was obviously a plea but Kougaiji was enjoying this too much himself, the feel of Dokugakuji’s hot cock filling his mouth making his own desires increase.

Dokugakuji’s hands now tugged at his head, painfully pulling on his hair. He growled in the back of his throat and Dokugakuji moaned as the vibrations ran down his cock buried in Kougaiji’s mouth. Despite that though he tugged hard again and this time Kougaiji had no choice but to raise his head. He glared up at Dokugakuji along his body. Dokugakuji looked back down at his lord nestled between his legs, his cock tapping against his chin.

“Kou, you’re killing me,” he said breathlessly. “I won’t last long like that. Let me do something for you.”

Kou thought about it a moment and then sat up as Dokugakuji released his hold. It would be rather stupid to get too carried away at this point. If Dokugakuji was as close as he thought then it only made sense to do something else for a time.

“Fine then,” he agreed. “What do you have in mind?”

Dokugakuji’s hands rested on the waistband of his pants and began undoing them. “Let’s get these off first,” he said with a crooked grin.

Kougaiji let him push his trousers from his legs as he rolled to one side to allow better access. At the same time Dokugakuji divested himself of his pants fully so they were both completely naked.

Kougaiji took a moment to admire his lover. Dokugakuji had a perfect body – not unmarred but perfect in proportion. Lean yet muscular, every muscle worked and refined to gain optimum strength yet allowing full flexibility. Dokugakuji wasn’t just about strength, he also had agility and speed. In all Kougaiji truly did find him perfect.

Dokugakuji was now kneeling on the bed and looking around, making no further move towards Kougaiji to continue where they had left off.

“What is it?” Kougaiji asked, becoming a little impatient.

“Wait here a minute,” Dokugakuji said, standing and heading for the bathroom.

Kougaiji frowned after him, one long fingernail tapping irritably on his raised knee. Dokugakuji returned in less than a minute with a bottle in hand.

“What’s that?” Kougaiji queried, eyeing it.

Dokugakuji knelt back on the bed and showed it to his lord for his approval. “I thought we should have something to make this as comfortable as possible,” he said.

The bottle he held was one that Kougaiji recognized as one of Yaone’s concoctions; a herbal oil that was used to moisturize skin. It could be placed in baths and soaked in, or rubbed directly onto the skin so was completely safe. Trust Dokugakuji to be thinking ahead in his concern for his lord’s well-being.

“So now what are you going to do with it?” Kougaiji asked, staring directly at Dokugakuji, almost daring him.

Dokugakuji showed no hesitation as he grinned back at him, a twinkle in his eyes as he laid back down on the bed, this time his head slightly propped up by the cushions behind it.

“Come here,” he said, beckoning to Kougaiji.

Kougaiji eyed him a little warily then moved.

“No,” Dokugakuji said, “Sit above me.”

Kougaiji shifted higher until he was straddling over Dokugakuji’s face, knees above his broad shoulders.

“That’s perfect,” Dokugakuji murmured in satisfaction, reaching up with one hand to take Kougaiji’s cock whilst he held his hip with the other.

As Kougaiji watched, Dokugakuji placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his erection before his tongue flicked out to lick away the drop of precum gathering there. Kougaiji felt his hips push forward against that warmth, seeking more. Watching like this was so very erotic; he felt like a voyeur even though it was himself he was viewing. He could feel himself hardening even further, knowing that Dokugakuji would be able to feel it too in his hand wrapped around Kougaiji’s cock.

Dokugakuji now began to run his tongue around his cock, circling it, then up and down the full length, before running the tip around the flared head. His agile tongue rapidly flicked against that sensitive spot on the underside of Kougaiji’s cock that made him squirm as delightful sensations coursed through that point.

Kougaiji closed his eyes at the pleasure that was coursing through his body with every touch; tiny shivers running through his body over and over again, all the while an ache built deep in his belly.

Dokugakuji was unrelenting, continuing to draw Kougaiji’s cock deeper into his mouth each time. His hand had left his hip; he was controlling Kougaiji’s movements entirely with the hand and mouth on his cock and Kougaiji continued to revel in this pleasure.

Through the pleasure haze that was surrounding him, Kougaiji then felt something different. A hand slowly began to caress his arse, fingers kneading the flesh, drawing towards the centre. He automatically tensed up at this unaccustomed touch, muscles bunching, but the hand simply continued its slow massage, relaxing him. The pleasure that continued to build in his cock also made him lose his concerns at this second contact.

The hand left his arse for a moment and he heard a faint click but thought nothing more of it, his thoughts centred on his throbbing cock being delightfully abused. Then the hand returned to his rear, this time sliding down the cleft and circling the puckered entrance.

He jerked a little at the foreignness of this touch, trying to draw away from it but by doing so this forced his cock deeper into Dokugakuji’s mouth so the head bumped against the back of his throat.

Dokugakuji groaned in unison with him, which sent a deep shudder through Kougaiji’s entire body as he reached out to rest his hands on the wall before him. Dokugakuji’s finger continued to circle around his entrance, pushing a little against the flesh but not forcing anything yet.

Kougaiji found himself relaxing, the pleasure he was feeling from the attentions on his cock making him forget his unease about what was happening at his arse, and even beginning to find some pleasure from that touch.

Dokugakuji once again deep throated him, forcing him deeper than before and Kougaiji arched his back, crying out. At the same time Dokugakuji slipped a finger into Kougaiji’s entrance, the lotion slick finger easily sliding inside. He began to pump it slowly in and out, barely reaching the first knuckle, creating a steady pressure.

Kougaiji had no thoughts left to worry about that was occurring or being uneasy about it. Pleasure was filling every pore of his being, driving him closer and closer to the brink of madness or ecstasy, or perhaps both. His hips were jerking sharply; sometimes forward into Dokugakuji’s warm moth, sometimes back against Dokugakuji’s firm hand.

Dokugakuji’s finger delved deeper; the muscles of Kougaiji’s arse relaxing, allowing him further access as they became accustomed to the intrusion. Dokugakuji withdrew the digit and Kougaiji was unable to stop himself from moaning at the loss. However, in a moment Dokugakuji’s warm hand was back on his flesh and this time two slick fingers slid easily within his body. He bucked against the extra pressure but Dokugakuji had not relented in his assault on Kougaiji’s erection. Whilst one hand plundered his depths, Dokugakuji’s other hand firmly stroked his cock as lips and tongue pleasured him to new heights.

“Ah…ah..,” he gasped, writhing with pleasure. “Doku,” he ordered, wanting more.

“Come for me,” Dokugakuji whispered, releasing Kougaiji’s cock from his mouth. “”Come for me, my lord.”

Kougaiji bucked hard as Dokugakuji’s fingers curled within him, seeking out and finding that special place. The intensity of pleasure it generated was too much for Kougaiji this time as he gladly gave in and came, his cock pulsing as he cried out.

Dokugakuji’s mouth closed around the tip of his throbbing cock once more, sucking as his climax continued to spurt out, swallowing every drop. His other hand continued to pump within Kougaiji’s body as he gasped almost weakly, trying to get his breath back, both arms pressed against the wall before him, supporting his shaking body. He shuddered again as Dokugakuji continued to stimulate his prostate.

“Damn..you,” he breathed out, staring down at the man between his thighs. He now felt embarrassed at the loss of control he had just shown.

Dokugakuji just grinned up at him, still refusing to cease his action. Kougaiji tried to shift but Dokugakuji still had full control over him with one hand thrusting rapidly within his body. All he could do was watch as Dokugakuji’s tongue slid out and slowly licked up the slit of his cock, drawing away the last drop of cum.

Kougaiji shuddered as this action sent another flash of desire through him. Damn Doku for making him seem so weak!

“Don’t think you’ve got it all your own way,” he growled in a low voice then. He suddenly rose, reaching around and gripping Dokugakuji’s wrist and wrenching his hand away, ignoring the feeling of emptiness that was suddenly there, as well as the slight sting as long nails nicked sensitive flesh.

“Stay still,” he commanded.

Dokugakuji let both his hands fall to his sides, immediately obeying his master.

“You,” Kougaiji said as he slithered down Dokugakuji’s body. “Must remember your place.”

Kougaiji now used tongue and hands to touch every portion of Dokugakuji as he moved down the man’s long body in slow motion. He nuzzled around the hard cock, nose buried in dark pubic hair, bumping against the stiff erection. He breathed across Dokugakuji’s erection, his hot breath making it rise up as though to greet his lips but he refused to take it in his mouth.

Instead he kept sliding lower, moving all the way down to Dokugakuji’s feet. Upon reaching here he began placing soft kisses, interspersed with slow licks and small nips over the skin, gradually working across Dokugakuji’s foot, along each toe, following the sensitive dip of the ankle.

From there Kougaiji worked his way up one leg; over calf, around the knee, tongue lightly tickling behind it. Then trailing up the thigh; first the outer, then the inner. Dokugakuji’s legs automatically separated to give him full access as he drew upwards, tongue circling around the hanging sac and pressing against the taut skin of the perineum.

Kougaiji then turned to the other leg, repeating the actions both outside and in, only fleetingly pleasuring the groin. Dokugakuji groaned, obviously begging for Kougaiji to do more but Kou ignored him. Instead he moved to do the same to one of Dokugakuji’s arms, starting at the hand and moving up, before repeating it to the other limb.

Leaving the arms Kougaiji moved to the torso, teasingly arousing Dokugakuji’s nipples again, assaulting them hard enough to leave marks on the flesh, feeling pleased with every one that showed as he made his claim on this man.

He let the tip of his tongue lightly trail down Dokugakuji’s sternum, slipping into the dip of his navel. He skirted around the hot erection still jutting up from its dark nest, ignoring it, returning once more to Dokugakuji’s inner thighs.

Kougaiji nipped hard at the inside of Dokugakuji’s thigh, making him cry out sharply, hips thrusting upwards as his back arched, his cock bouncing against his belly leaving a shining trail across the skin. This response coaxed a satisfied smile from him as he lovingly licked the spot soothingly.

He then caught a movement from the corner of his eye and looked up to see Dokugakuji bring his hands up to wrap around his engorged cock.

“No,” he commanded, slapping them away before they could do no more than brush against the flesh.

Dokugakuji moaned in frustration but did as ordered, hands dropping to his side again to clench at the sheets.

Kougaiji licked around Dokugakuji’s testicles, curling his tongue under each one, lifting and sucking each into his mouth. Dokugakuji’s deep moan reverberated into Kougaiji’s mouth. He could feel Dokugakuji raise his right leg, bending at the knee so his foot was flat on the bed, allowing him better access. He obliged, sucking more strongly and then running his tongue lightly down the taut skin below. He could feel Dokugakuji’s body quivering under his touch, testament that his strong will was being put to the test.


“Kou,” Dokugakuji said raggedly, one hand tangling in the long strands of Kougaiji’s crimson hair that curled over his leg. The silky strands slid easily through his fingers, the sensuous touch making him shiver, wanting to feel more of it.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathed out, not caring if he sounded pathetic for uttering such words.

Kougaiji gazed up his body length, green eyes boring into him. He desperately wanted to touch Kougaiji, he hungered to feel more with a greed that was almost frightening. He had wanted this for so long, even whilst he had told himself that it would never be, so he had convinced himself he could be content with just being by his lord’s side.

Now however the intensity of the emotions filling him belied this belief. His feelings had never lessened; they had merely been hidden, lurking in the dark depths of his heart like a slumbering winter beast, merely waiting for the season to change. And now it had; the long sleep was over and now the beast had awakened, summoned by the call of its only master and eager to feed.


Kougaiji could feel his hard cock rubbing against Dokugakuji as he sinuously slithered across his body; tongue, lips and fingers touching everywhere but where he knew Dokugakuji ached most for him to do so.

Dokugakuji’s cock was standing practically upright, engorged with blood, the veins easily visible, the tip continuously dripping precum as shimmering droplets slid slowly down the length. He still obeyed Kougaiji’s order and hadn’t tried to touch himself but the way he writhed under Kougaiji’s touch, moaning, showed his growing discomfort.

Sweat gleamed on Dokugakuji’s brow and across his broad chest. Kougaiji could smell that distinct aroma, a heady, musky scent of sweat and sex and all Dokugakuji. His body shivered, the fragrance arousing him further. He ached to feel more of that warmth, his desire begging to be slaked.

“Kou,” Dokugakuji moaned, eyes squeezed shut, back arching, seeking something more and not finding it. “Kou!”

Kougaiji could take it no longer himself. His aim was not to torture either Dokugakuji or himself. This was not about pain but pleasure. A need for pleasure that had been unfulfilled between them for a long time and now that the floodgates were opened it must be sated.

He sat back on his knees between Dokugakuji’s legs, reaching across the bed to grasp the bottle of lotion that had been discarded. He dribbled a liberal amount into his hand and rubbed so both palms were fully coated. Dokugakuji’s eyes were open, watching him silently.

He reached out and slowly placed both palms on either side of Dokugakuji’s erection. He gasped, hips pushing up into that light touch. Kougaiji wrapped his fingers around the girth, one hand near the tip, the second around the base. Dokugakuji’s length enabled both to fit comfortably.

Keeping a firm grip he began to stroke, moving no more than a centimeter either way, just enough to feel the skin shift under his touch. Dokugakuji’s groan was both of relief and frustration. Kougaiji could feel the lotion coating the length of Dokugakuji’s cock so he released his grip at the base of the cock, leaving no more than a circle formed by thumb and forefinger. This allowed fuller access for his other hand which he now moved lower, lengthening the stroke.

Dokugakuji’s hips pushed up again, his hands bunching the sheets at his side in a tight grip as Kougaiji pumped faster, hand running from the base right to the tip, sliding back the foreskin to grant better access to the head so he could slide his fingertips across the slit, the precum mingling with the lotion.

As he concentrated on the tip, his other hand squeezed the base rhythmically. Dokugakuji’s panted breaths were faster now, his hips moving in time to Kougaiji’s ministrations.

Kougaiji’s tongue flicked out and licked his dry lips as he gazed down at the usually calm, strong, and in-control Dokugakuji writhing beneath him, every sound and movement begging for more. It was finally too much for his self control.

Without ceasing his actions Kougaiji shifted, lifting one leg to kneel on the outside of Dokugakuji’s leg, applying enough pressure to make Dokugakuji shift his leg bringing them together.

“Kou,” Dokugakuji gasped. “I…can’t…hold...” He couldn’t finish his sentence as he groaned again, eyes closed and face grimacing in concentration for a moment.

Kougaiji placed his other leg so he was now completely straddling Dokugakuji’s thighs, shuffling forward, still stroking Dokugakuji’s cock. He lifted himself, using his one hand to guide Dokugakuji’s cock so it rested against his arse.

Dokugakuji’s eyes flew open as he felt this change, staring up at his lord, naked body hovering over him, long red hair hanging over one shoulder, brushing over chest and nipples.

Kougaiji could feel Dokugaiji’s cock slip easily between his buttocks as he parted them slightly, the lotion smeared cock sliding against his still slick flesh from Dokugakuji’s earlier attentions. He felt the tip positioned against his entrance and pressed down slightly.

He felt the pressure against the flesh, the resistance of his body against this unaccustomed action. Meeting Dokugakuji’s gaze he slowly pressed down further, refusing to break their locked gaze. Only a slight widening of his eyes indicated the discomfort he felt as the tip breached the entrance.

He kept lowering himself, pausing for a moment to let a hiss of breath out as the flared head refused to go further until he applied more pressure. Then he gave a small gasp as it suddenly slipped past that resistance, the ring of muscle stretching to allow it access.

He held himself steady, not forcing anything further as his body became accustomed to this strange sensation. A slight burning centred on the place they were joined.

Kougaiji could see the concern in Dokugakuji’s eyes as he watched him closely and for some reason this irritated him. This was supposed to be about Dokugakuji enjoying it also, not about him being concerned for Kougaiji.

Frowning, Kougaiji let himself drop lower, Dokugakuji’s cock sliding in a good inch more. At this greater depth, he threw his head back with a cry that rippled through his body, his long hair flicking back and down behind him

“Kou!” Dokugakuji cried out, a hand coming up to grip his thighs hard.

“I’m fine,” Kougaiji said with a feral grin, gazing down at Dokugakuji. It was true, for despite the pain and discomfort he felt, there were also waves of pleasure racing through his body.

Placing his hands firmly on Dokugakuji’s taut stomach he slowly rose, shivering at the sensation of Dokugakuji’s cock sliding within his channel then lowered himself again. Dokugakuji moaned, eyes fluttering closed. Kou repeated the motion, then again, all the time watching the pleasure flash over Dokugakuji’s face.

“So…good,” Dokugakuji moaned, hands kneading Kougaiji’s thighs. “So damn good.”

This admission filled Kougaiji with satisfaction and he began to rock faster.

“Kou, slow… down,” Dokugakuji gripped his legs looking up at him.

Kougaiji just shook his head and continued.

“I’m gonna come too fast!” Dokugakuji pleaded, reaching up to grip Kougaiji’s hips, trying to hold him steady.

“Lie still,” Kougaiji reminded him, squeezing with his interior muscles.

Dokugakuji groaned, back arching as he shuddered. “I can’t do this much longer!” he said, yet still let his hands release their hold on his master.

“Only when I say,” Kougaiji ordered, demanding obedience. Dokugakuji’s moan indicated his reluctant compliance.

Kougaiji began his rocking motion again, picking up speed. Dokugakuji had no breath left now for speech, only able to communicate in ragged pants and moans. Kougaiji’s gasps mingled with his and he could feel the sweat running down his spine, the trickle at his temple.

As he gazed down at Dokugakuji squirming beneath him he felt his body grow hotter. He wanted to take more of Dokugakuji in but was sensible enough to realize that wouldn’t be wise. Until he became more accustomed to it that would have to wait. The thought of Dokugakuji filling him more than this made him draw a shuddering breath. Although that was for another time, it wasn’t like they couldn’t find pleasure in the way it was.

He shifted his weight, angling Dokugakuji in differently and felt the sudden jolt that ran through his body as the tip of Dokugakuji’s cock brushed his prostate. He froze, shuddering for a heartbeat and then automatically repeated that action, his body craving that touch again and again.

Dokugakuji also sensed this new height of pleasure for he now tried to use his hips, seeking to follow where his lord had lead him. They were moving in unison now, Kougaiji’s fingers digging into Dokugakuji’s skin, nails scrapping against the flesh raising small welts.

Kougaiji thrust down harder and cried out as the pleasure intensified. His whole body was shaking now, a never ceasing shiver that ran from head to toe. Dokugakuji was moaning loudly beneath him, almost sounding in pain.

“Please…Kou,” Dokugakuji begged, opening eyes to look up at his lord. “Please...let me.” A deep shudder shook Dokugakuji’s body violently.

Kougaiji decided to have mercy this time. He too was at his limit and so he began to ride Dokugakuji in earnest. He rocked their bodies together, his cock bouncing back against his belly, slapping into his flesh. It began to throb with a familiar ache, a sensation he knew all too well.

He thrust faster, harder, feeling Dokugakuji slide in a little deeper and he cried out again. Bolts of fire flooded through him, searing through his veins. His hands clenched on Dokugakuji’s stomach, nails breaking skin as his whole body went rigid. Frantically he wrapped one hand around his cock, the touch of hot flesh against hot flesh the only additional stimulation he needed as he gave three rapid strokes and came. His cock pulsed, streams shooting out and striking his chest, arcing up to fall upon Dokugakuji’s chest also. His buttocks clenched tightly, squeezing Dokugakuji buried within him.

“Now!” Kougaiji demanded his lover as he came.

He heard Dokugakuji’s cry mingle with his, wide hands reaching out to grip his waist and pull him down hard. Dokugakuji’s body jerked as he half sat up, wrapping his arms more tightly around Kougaiji’s waist, head lowered to almost rest on Kougaiji’s chest with eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted as he reached his climax.

Even as the quivering of his body was subsiding as the last of his orgasm spilt from him, he could feel the flood of warmth inside him with the pulsing of Dokugakuji’s cock as it released his seed. With a last long shudder Dokugakuji fell back heavily, Kougaiji following him so he rested on his chest.

They lay there for a time, breathing heavily. Kougaiji shifted, feeling Dokugakuji release his hold immediately.

“Hold on,” Dokugakuji said.

Kougaiji felt Dokugakuji’s hands slide across his buttocks, holding them apart lightly as he gently eased him up so he could withdraw his softening cock. Kougaiji couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped his lips at the withdrawal.

“Are you okay?” Dokugakuji asked with concern.

Kougaiji nodded. “Yeah.”

He couldn’t bring himself to tell Dokugakuji that what he had felt wasn’t so much pain but an intense feeling of loss. Without Dokugakuji’s cock still within him there was a strange emptiness. He felt the tickle of warmth that slid between his legs, realising it was Dokugakuji’s come seeping out. He could feel the flush of embarrassment on his face.

“How about a shower?” Dokugakuji said suddenly.

Kou raised his head to meet that lazy smile, his own lips curling in response. Dokugakuji always knew what to say at the right time. He waited for his lord to roll to one side and swing his legs off the side of the bed before sitting up.

“Ouch,” he winced, one hand going to his stomach.

“What is it?” Kougaiji turned to look and saw the small pinpoints of blood across the red welts on Dokugakuji’s stomach. He reached out and laid his hand over them.

“Sorry,” he said shortly and sincerely.

Dokugakuji placed his large hand over Kougaiji’s and squeezed. “Its’ fine,” he reassured, then grinned. “I’ve had worse in battle you know. At least it was a hell of a lot more enjoyable!” Dokugakuji’s rich chuckle made Kougaiji relax.

“I’ll be careful next time,” Kougaiji said, standing and heading for the bathroom. He staggered a little on weakened knees before managing to get his feet firmly under him. It would be more than he could bear to have fallen in front of Dokugakuji.

“Hurry up,” he said, looking back at Dokugakuji still on the bed. “I’ve still got to see Gyokumen Koushu. I doubt I can put it off any longer.”

Dokugakuji ran a hand through his short hair as he swung his long legs round to stand. “Yeah, probably not.”

He followed his lord into the shower. “So what’s on your mind that’s got you so worried?” he quietly asked, stepping under the water beside Kougaiji.

Kougaiji looked up at his friend. It was just like Dokugakuji to not lose sight of what had been happening before. That was after all how all this had started between them.

“I have what Gyokumen Koushu was looking for,” Kougaiji explained, allowing Dokugakuji to soap his back down. The warm water felt good. “But I do not intend to hand it over to her.”

Dokugakuji said nothing, merely continuing to run his hands over Kougaiji’s body soothingly, rinsing the soap off.

“I don’t know yet but it may be the key to releasing my mother,” Kougaiji closed his eyes and leant into Dokugakuji’s touch. “I have to at least try.”

Dokugakuji finished his task and now stood in front of Kougaiji. “That’s going to be dangerous” he commented. “Trying to keep that from her.”

“More so for you,” Kougaiji said, looking up at him. “I want you to keep it for me. I can’t afford to let it anywhere near Gyokumen Koushu or Ni Jianyi. I need to leave it with someone I can trust to keep it safe.”

“You only had to say,” Dokugakuji said. “You know I’ll do anything for you, Kou.” He reached out, hands cupping Kougaiji’s face as he looked down at him. “I’ll always be here for you. No mater what.”

“I’m counting on that,” Kougaiji replied. He tilted his head back as Dokugakuji lowered his so their lips met in a slow and gentle kiss; a promise and an affirmation of all they had shared before and would again.

“You’re the only one for me,” Dokugakuji whispered into Kougaiji’s hair.

Kougaiji didn’t say anything more. He would face his hated stepmother, he would lie with a straight face and then he would use all the power within his grasp to determine if he could finally free his mother. He would do all this knowing that Dokugakuji would be at his side, supporting him as he always had, lending him his strength. With that he knew sooner or later he would succeed.

~End~