pattens in the sands of time.

PATTERNS IN THE SANDS OF TIME.

The miles roll by under my wheels, broken only by the need to stop and allow my passengers out to deal with the next band of stupid youkai. They usually return whole, if blood splattered, and we start again.

I don't really hate my chosen form of transport for them – more the time spent in it for the sake of the journey. But there are compensations; Kai always apologizes if he crunches gears or has to drive me close to my limits and Gojyo will sneak a treat for me when he believes no one is looking and tends to keep his ash outside when we are on the move. It's on those endless miles I have taken to drifting off into memories of the past; some hurt, some bring joy, some the chance to reflect.

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Quiet words, spoken in such a tone that I can't hear what they are, but hear enough to know that they are private. By the thudding in my contracting chest I can't deny how it affects me. Turning, my hand drops from its readiness to knock – I will let my love have his sweet moment with the general. Strong powerful legs have me outside in mere moments so I can catch the winds and fly away, thoughts tumbling about my mind.

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A sudden hard jolt from my brakes slamming on, throwing my passengers about like tossed rice and bringing me back to the present. Soft apologies from Hakkai for his sudden case of lead foot and ‘what a nice place to have a brake and a bite to eat’. Again he covers for me; I hope to push back memories of a past jealousy. I like my little dragon form; nothing like the mighty beast I used to be, but then in this one I can nuzzle soft chocolate locks, kiss the ear with silver cuffs – with Hakkai there is no fear of showing my affections. In heaven it would infuriate me how he never seemed satisfied with my more reserved advances, encouraging me to be bolder.
Like Kenren.
A side of me he saw fully only in the bedroom. Still, I felt like a shadow had been laid over us; one the general did not know he had left on all the places he and my lover had coupled in. My mane bristles anger and regret, soft fingers unthinkingly petting me to calmness. Cradled in Hakkai’s lap, as Gojyo leans close, his fingers work magic on both our bodies. For a moment my red eyes see Kenren kneading Tenpou's back. A flash of sunlight and it is gone from my drowsy sight, warmth and his hands lulling me into a nap.

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"When have any of my plans ever led you astray? He gives me a calculating look over his glasses before carrying on: "If you don't like it…" A shrug. "…I’ve seen you looking at the general too."

I rise from behind my desk, perhaps a little too quickly, turning to look out the window to hide my embarrassment. I deflect.
"I was only trying to work out what he has to lure you away so often."

A small sigh issues from my dark haired lover as I talk about his other affections. I’m still shocked at the proposals he just outlined to me and I’m buying time. Clear green eyes look into mine; I know my field marshal can read every twitching muscle in my face. I roll the idea around in my mind once more. Despite myself, I burn with curiosity.

"Kenren won’t know about me being in your room?" Is it a sign of weakness to ask such a thing? Tenpou knows I am self-conscious about out relationship – dragons are secretive, after all, and we tend to hoard our treasures rather than let them walk about bold as brass.

Looking back at him as I nod my consent, I was already wondering to myself what they would look like together. Did they share the role of uke?

Time moves fast, and it’s not long before I find myself in place, nerves making my smallest dragon form quiver in its hiding place. A form I only agreed to take for Tenpou. Easy laughter filters through the door, heralding the arrival of both Kenren and Tenpou. Perched on the shelf I slouch down into the shadows, a hiding place my lover had chosen for me, even moving some books from the always-cluttered shelf. Even Tenpou’s bedchamber was like a library – the flow of books covering the room like a growing weed, choking shelves, furniture and even the floor. At least now he keeps the bed free of volumes. An ornate scroll case I bought him had expressed how much displeasure I had for such things. I still marvel that he listened.

Finally, they both come where I can see them, relaxed and very aroused. Both gods shed the others clothes in a complicated dance amongst the books. I had feared Tenpou needed to ply the raven haired swords master with his treasured rice wine, but the strategic devil was right; all was progressing just as he had planned – an unseen choreography to the dance they made. Watching them undetected bought a flush to my scales, blood rushing through me. Mesmerized, I watch them naked on his bed, hungry mouths joined together, hands still dancing over one another, touching sensitive spots and swallowing the others moans. Their cocks rubbed together in a desperate yet sinuous attempt to release a little of the mounting tension.

Gentle words were passed between the two lovers before me – Tenpou acted as if he didn’t know that this time there was an audience watching him. I had expected to feel burning jealousy, to feel sick at another touching so passionately what I thought of as mine but publicly had no right to voice, yet I was captivated by them. It was with a curious awe I watched my field marshal lay back at the head of the bed, spread legs inviting and a good view of his thick fully hard member already crying its beads of moisture. Then my view was blocked by Kenren kneeling between those legs I felt protective of – I watched as the troublesome general slowly prepped Tenpou for penetration. I had to admit the sight of them was erotic, and getting to me as aroused as they were, unexpected feelings stirring in my mind.

I don’t know how I managed to control myself while I watched them; after being teased and stretched Tenpou had switched places with Kenren, who was now laying down, his cock looking like a spear of rock, soft black curls framing heavy balls. I found myself biting down on my lip to silence a groan at the sight of Tenpou taking that spear to the hilt in one move. The usual lusty cry trembling from him at feeling so full.

Suddenly, I found myself wanting to be there, to kiss down his exposed back, to suck on his ear and make him shiver while he rode Kenren. But then I also wished to feel myself pushing into Kenren’s hidden joys, brush his sweet spot and watch him arch back in joy. With a smile I realise why Tenpou had been so insistent on this devious plan. Not for some personal kink as I had thought, but to get his point across – if he could love both a rebellious god and the Dragon King of the Western Seas equally then why could I not also love equally? As always, my wily lover had broken through my tough hide to shine the light of understanding.

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Hakkai's finger down my spine wakes me and brings me back to the present, the group waiting for me to continue on this journey of discovery the goddess almost seemed to have planned out; it cannot be mere fate that we are all once again in the same time place, nor serendipity providing the distractions on the way West. Little discoveries, chances to redeem past wrongs… well, it would have been if any of them remembed those days long since gone. Deep down I suspect there is some knowledge, some rememberance of past ties, other wise Sanzo would have shot the monkey king on their first meeting instead of letting him out to tag along as he so often complains about.

I shift form and become quickly packed by very experienced hands. Even the weight of all four of them is comforting to me as once again the miles roll by under my wheels.

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Vamp: so there is part two, do I carry on?