The Imaginings of a Feeble Mind

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. They belong to Matsushita-sensei and rest assured, she’d be pissed if she ever found out what I was making her characters do at night. They should all be ashamed of themselves. Dirty little buggers…–wags finger-

There were few situations SohRyu could recall when he had felt as frightened as he did at that very moment, his arms held above his head as he gripped the hilt of his sword fiercely, his knuckles white and muscles tense with strain as he held off the golden emperor’s own blade. He had come upon the room seconds after the great snake shikigami had gone down, his left hand already pulling the weapon from its scabbard as he strode towards the confrontation, his head ringing and body feeling slightly weaker than it should have. He had taken the Tsumibito’s powers for granted and wouldn’t allow it to happen again, his eyes watching the man-creature carefully as he grunted out loud and forced their lord back a few more paces.

Not since his fight with Kurikara had he felt so much strength course through his body. Had he not come between his liege and Tsuzuki at the moment Enma straightened up from his blow to Touda, the violet eyed shinigami would surely have been struck down for good.

A drawn sword was of course an attraction to Enmadaioh, quickly allowing his Chikara-tama to drop in order to wield his own, the clash echoing through the darkened room and throwing off sparks that threatened to singe everything within range. He didn’t want to fight the master of their realm but what else could he do when Tsuzuki was in more danger than even from himself? It was almost like a battle was raging within the normally cheery man, his hands clenched into tight fists and his eyes closed, a grimace on his face that suggested an inner turmoil of some sort.

Given the power Enma was using against SohRyu, the blue dragon knew he couldn’t best the lord, giving a hard thrust forward before stepping back and breathing heavily, glaring at the seemingly delicate creature before lowering his weapon and re-sheathing it, his back popping loudly as he bowed forward in a semi-apology, keeping his eyes up and on Tsuzuki.

“Forgive me my lord, but you know not what you’re doing. I know you understand Tsuzuki’s situation but given the circumstances, you would have killed him.”

His eyes flicked to Touda and he sighed heavily, knowing the dark shiki wasn’t dead but somewhat worried about him now, the incredibly slow rise and drop of his chest frightening the elder god.
“He is obviously conflicted, I mean look at him, my lord! The man hasn’t got a clue what he’s doing. The demon has to be confined for some amount of time before we can continue.”

Enma knew as well as SohRyu what must be done and he nodded solemnly, replacing his sword within its scabbard and turning swiftly, his robes swishing around him as he walked towards the half crouched Tsuzuki, his hands coming down on the shuddering shoulders to both steady and restrain him, the teary face looking up expectantly but giving no sign of emotions other than hatred and self loathing. It secretly pained the golden emperor to see his most beautiful creature so hurt, both inside and out. He gave the smaller body a firm tug so he would stand and walked with him well ahead of himself before disappearing behind the pulled curtain, a puff of light coloured smoke and the utter absence of the lord’s presence signaling that he had finally left the room.

SohRyu took advantage of the sudden emptiness to bend down and scoop Touda’s partly broken body up from the bloody floor, noticing a half dozen abrasions right away and wincing at the obvious mangled look of the snake’s forearms. He would heal quickly but not in the current conditions. The regal dragon lord flickered out of the room and back into Touda’s where the problems had all started, the purple haze now cleared out by the simple air currents and providing the best cover for them both.

With a low groan he placed the heavy body of his former friend down on the low pallet, slightly unsure of what to do about the wounds but figuring that a washcloth and hot water would be the best for the time being, his mind somewhat at ease knowing that Enma would take Tsuzuki to the spelled rooms in the dungeon, a place for him to rest and be cared for until they all came to a decision.

He supposed having small children at home had taught him the value of taking care of others, SohRyu’s arms wrist deep in the steaming water he had collected from Touda’s small bathroom, the bowl and washcloth impeccably clean and easy to find. It amazed him still that a creature as destructive as Touda could keep his chambers so remarkably neat, with the linens freshly laundered and his various knick-knacks well dusted and arranged in a pleasing manner. The wiser shikigami chuffed out loud in the dark room and gingerly placed the damp cloth against the worst of the wounds, startling for a second as the other stirred suddenly, turning his head to the other side with a breathy moan, his hips shifting around so he could unconsciously find the most comfortable position, SohRyu’s other arm keeping Touda on his back so he wouldn’t accidentally lay on the ruined flesh of his arms.

The dark snake finally settled again and SohRyu removed the cloth to peer at the marks, smiling somewhat in satisfaction as the flesh healed quickly, now free of blood and dirt and given enough time to start the healing process. Shikigami hide was as amazing as that of their weaker human counterparts, Tsuzuki’s being the only difference given the nature of his abilities. He slid the now red cloth into the warm water and sloshed it around before lifting it and giving it a thorough wringing, the bloody water making him cringe but at least the wounds would be closed within the hour.

Once again visiting the cramped but clean bathroom, Soh rinsed the cloth out for good and did the same with the bowl, leaving both to dry in the wide sink and returning to Touda’s side, settling his weight on the edge of the bed and resting back slightly, his left hand holding him up on the other shikigami’s far side. He sighed as he remembered the days when the two had been close friends, sharing everything from their desserts as children to girlfriends when they had gotten older. The bitterness between them had been long buried, but in SohRyu’s eyes, Touda would always remain a threat to Gensoukai, a harbinger of darkness that had no place in the lifestyle of the more peace loving inhabitants.

The regal guardian leaned more heavily onto his left hand and raised his right to gently run through Touda’s hair, minding the visor and brushing the dark strands back from what little of the pale forehead there was, knowing that under the restrictive devices there was the brooding creature that the entirety of Gensoukai feared, the long haired, fit bodied soul that he had fallen in love with so many years before. If his position as leader of the shikigami had not come about, he might have argued with Enma over the devices, but given the destruction his once-lover had caused, it was certainly better this way.

The room was pleasantly warm and Soh found it hard to keep his eyes open as he yawned tiredly, silently wondering how the clean up of Enma’s chambers was going but honestly not caring as much as he should have, the heavy wooden lounge chair Touda used to read in looking more and more appealing with each passing minute. With a lazy roll of his shoulders, the Eastern guardian stood and hefted himself into it, settling back and allowing his head to droop. Within seconds he was asleep, his light snoring adding to that of Touda’s, the unconscious sounds more pained but none the less rejuvenating. A shikigami did heal while they slept after all. Should they ever be injured in the line of duty or otherwise.

Less than an hour had passed and SohRyu was still fast asleep, his arms draped at his sides and head drooped right down onto his chest, his hair spilling about his shoulders and pooling in his lap and along his chest. It was a rare thing to see the normally impeccable creature so relaxed looking, his stern demeanor and formal attire always commanding the utmost of respect from the other shikigami and even those of the Shokan Division. Touda rustled atop his sheets and rolled onto his left side, eyes opening beneath the darkness of his visor before it cleared and he saw his old friend sitting so serenely, a smirk crossing his lips as he sat up amidst grunts and low curses.

His arms didn’t hurt so much as ache slightly, the ruined flesh almost completely knitted already. He crawled off of the hard mattress and stood beside the chair, his right hand raised so he could run the backs of his fingers across SohRyu’s cheek, trying to wake him as gently as possible. He didn’t know where Tsuzuki was after all and the fact that he seemed alive at all mystified him.

“Soh. You must wake. I am unsure of what is going on. Soh? SohRyu?”

He growled angrily and gave the water dragon a vicious shove in the chest, standing with his arms carefully crossed over his chest, glaring from behind his metal prison.
“Wake up, dragon! I need answers.”

Soh snuffled in his half sleep and woke suddenly, his left hand moving to his sword before he realized who stood before him, blinking as he tried vainly to cast of the last vestiges of sleep, a small yawn gracing him before he stood and straightened his robes.

“They are about Tsuzuki and I assure you, he has been taken care of for the time being. Enmadaioh has him in the dungeon.”

He gave the other creature a sharp stare and smirked menacingly, testing the other’s resolve.
“The same area where you resided, snake. The spelled rooms create the perfect haven for his dangerous power. Tenkuu would never allow it to get free. It would put its own life at stake first.”

Touda only snorted angrily and turned as if to leave, sparing a glance down at his arms and giving them a stretch, feeling the blood flowing normally and the muscles knotting just as they should. In his healed state, he was not about to stand around and argue with the formal guardian, openly hating confrontations to the point where he would avoid someone for months on end to stave off a fight. He did however peek back over his shoulder, curious about the outcome of the earlier argument.

“How did Tsuzuki survive, Soh? I saw Enma standing over me and then it went black. I heard…screaming and a scuffle. I did not expect to wake after being struck. His power is immense. It was a sensation I would rather live without experiencing a second time.”

The respected shikigami nodded and stepped closer to his companion, enjoying the distance between them and the fact that they were alone and without fear of Tsuzuki’s current problems, both of them knowing that an alarm would sound if Tenkuu was destroyed, maimed or even broken into or out of. He grinned ferally at the darker creature and slid his right arm around the other’s slim waist, feeling the tightness of the leather beneath his fingertips and ghosting them over the seamless material. It suited the death bringer, the nearly painted on clothing and flashes of bare skin, the caramel colour of it reminding SohRyu of deeply brewed tea with honey, a taste he could certainly associate with the flavour of the other’s body.

Of guilt, the water dragon had none, feeling absolutely no shame in recently fighting his own lord and leaving his mentally unstable master in the man’s care in order to watch over his former friend and then begin to seduce him. He remembered a history lesson Hisoka had relayed to him months before, about samurai and their methods of dealing with sudden stress, most often including sex with their comrades and SohRyu was not above crawling into bed with the snake god.

Dipping his head, he stepped right up to the other, their height almost identical except for the hairpiece the dragon wore to keep the longer locks back, his other arm lifting and draping over Touda’s shoulder, bringing them together chest to chest, the heady scent of the well oiled leather and Touda’s own unique musk thrilling the wiser shiki. It had been so long since their last encounter, knowing perfectly well that it had been the night before Touda’s rampage that had killed the love of Soh’s life and the mother of his children. Shame again, notwithstanding as he had slept with the other man while still married to the poor woman. Had she have known, it would have killed her as well, a gift the proper dragon had afforded her by keeping it a secret, somewhat reassured that she had died of something unrelated to his sexual behaviour.

There was no denying the lust in his eyes as he stared at the lithe shikigami, his tongue dancing across his lips as he nervously wetted them, suddenly afraid that Touda would push him away. It had happened before but during less stressful times, an upset snake god and a sky full of fire later, they had talked about it and settled the sordid little argument. With a flick of his wrist, SohRyu had his left hand fisted in the darker one’s hair, viciously tugging back on it to bare the column of his throat, the flesh stretching and appearing as delicious to the dragon as ever.
He dipped his head and latched onto the pulse point below the man’s jaw line, his tongue lapping at the warm skin between his teeth as the sharp canines dented it enough to be called a puncture, the lack of gushing blood a thankful thing to the guardian’s lust riddled mind.

Even overcome with lust, SohRyu could still hear (and somewhat feel) the deep growl that issued from the other male, leaving his tasty prize to look up with half lidded eyes and stare curiously, noticing the anger in the man’s lower face before he opened his mouth and growled out loud, throwing Soh onto the bed as he shoved him back and standing over the toppled guardian.

“Do you pity me, dragon? Feel for me as if I’m an injured dog that was ignored by its master?”

Without waiting for a response he bent down and slid himself down over the other’s body, spreading his legs and straddling SohRyu’s hips, his clothing creaking noisily in the silent room, using his inner anger to his advantage as he goaded the other shiki on, leaning down with a hand on either side of Soh’s head, their groins and hips pressed together to an almost uncomfortable point.

“You also forget yourself, Soh. Since when did you ever instigate our encounters? I remember a time when you blushed at the thought of even being kissed. What brought this on?”

He punctuated his question with a deep, firm kiss to the other shiki’s lips, nearly bruising them with his force, his tongue licking at Soh’s lips absolutely demanding entrance. There was no going back once the snake god was aroused, the heat emanating from his normally chilled body floating around them as he pulled back again and stared down at the panting face of the regal swordsman. He seemed at a loss for words and Touda only chuckled oddly, a sound SohRyu hadn’t heard since they were children.

“Roll over, dragon. This will take no more time than is needed. I have no patience for a drawn out, passionate encounter tonight.”

He sat back and slid off of the warm form, bodily tearing his clothes off, the material pooling around his feet and decorating the chair as he tossed it all aimlessly, his arousal obvious as it stood out from his body, throbbing in time with his pulse as he awaited SohRyu’s movement.

On his stomach now, Soh could only peek back over his shoulder and his eyes widened as he licked his lips, spreading his legs a bit and lifting them to open himself for the other, his robes pulled up and his belly fluttering nervously as he swallowed loud enough for it to be audible. It had been years since they had last engaged in anything remotely sexual and he doubted his ability to take the entire length of Touda’s cock inside himself, his hidden entrance clenching and relaxing with anticipation. Touda on the other hand, couldn’t have been more thrilled with their situation, the promise of a tight hole to fuck actually warming him on the inside. Even Tsuzuki was a good bed partner but there was something inherantly more animalistic about two shikigami in bed together, the sounds alone a turn on for the restricted snake.

He turned his back on the other male and rummaged through his solitary cabinet, producing from its dark confines a jar of oil like substance, a gift from the twins that helped him oil the buckles on his clothing. He flicked the top off and scooped out a dollop, rubbing it between both hands before reaching down and stroking himself lovingly with his right, his eyes half closed and head tilted back before he stepped back to the bed and kneeled on the edge. He would end the game far too soon if he kept at his current pace so he let off of his organ and bent at the waist, spreading Soh’s cheeks apart with both hands, eyes drawn to the tight pucker between them. He smiled, unseen to the water creature, and dipped his head forward, suckling at the pink hole as his tongue darted inside, lapping at the uneven edges and laving the entire area.

It was a fetish of the snake’s to do such a thing to his lovers, his memory serving him well as he remembered both SohRyu and Tsuzuki moaning so similarly while being treated to his ministrations, his left hand trailing up the back of Soh’s thigh before he slid two greased fingers inside forcefully, immediately stretching the surrounding tissue before he growled openly and straightened back up to his knees, giving himself a firm stroke once more and leaning forward to press the head against his lover’s entrance. It would be a tight fit he knew but gods, it would be delicious. He gritted his teeth and pressed inside slightly too quickly for SohRyu’s comfort, a sharp intake of breath and a pained moan accompanying the downward thrusting.

Giving one last thrust, Touda seated himself within the other’s body, wriggling his hips for emphasis as he worked the man’s insides around himself, his head tossed back and mouth open in a soundless moan, his hands on either side of Soh’s head again, their bodies pressed firmly together front to back.

It was a vicious coupling known only in the animal world on Chijou and in Meifu, deep grunts and sharp cries accentuating the nips Touda gave to the other guardian’s neck and shoulders, much like a male cat marking its mate during courtship, his hips snapping violently against the pert roundness of the weaker shiki’s ass. It was a sweet sound, warm flesh striking warm flesh, his groans and pants muffled by SohRyu’s own harsher cries, certainly loud enough to be heard in the corridor but the simple thought of being caught didn’t even pass between their ears.

Shifting his legs further apart, Touda pulled back to kneel properly, tugging Soh up as well so that he was on all fours, the snake god’s hands now busily stroking the other off, one holding his hip tight enough to bruise while the other wrapped around his cock and worked him faster than he was thrusting, intent on making his lover come before he did so he could be milked by the incredible inner contractions of SohRyu’s passage. His end was imminent and he moved hard against the other, ignoring the yelps and quiet gasps of lust as he rode the man to completion, feeling the inside walls clench around him and the silky wetness of the dragon’s seed on his fingers, the sensations adding to his release as he spent himself thoroughly, burying his own essence deep enough for it to stay for sometime.

It was a long moment before either of them moved, the slight shake to SohRyu’s legs telling Touda that his knees were about to give out under their combined weight, giving a harsh grunt as he pulled away to slide off of the bed, his cock slipping limply from the other’s abused hole. He smirked as he stood, finding the still slightly damp cloth that Soh had used on him earlier and now using it to wipe himself clean, his mind persuading him to do the same for his lover, lest he be deemed a negligent companion.
He tossed the soiled cloth into the sink and started to dress again, ignorant of the late hour and silent as he always was after a round of love making, his darker side once again taking over. There was never a need for words, just the rustle of fabric and squeak of his boots on the hardwood floor. It took him less than five minutes to redress to the point where no one would have suggested he had been nude so recently.

He donned his gloves and headed for the door, hopefully being able to hunt Tsuzuki down and see how he was handling the prison, the door creaking open noisily as he stepped out, not even sparing his partner a second look before he started down the long corridor. SohRyu rose shortly after, unable to get up just yet, his body aching in the most intimate places making him wince a bit. There was little chance of him tolerating Tsuzuki’s demon induced rants at the moment so he took his time in straightening himself again, secretly loathing the conversation he’d have to have with Enmadaioh the next time he met up with him. Only Touda knew the complete truth about the demon and even Enma couldn\'t keep him from his master when the dark creature was involved.

\"I don\'t even know what to do with him if the Tsumibito is too powerful now. Enma knows it was hard enough last time to seal it properly...\"