Golden Opportunity

Author’s Note: Hello!!! This is my first lemon ever!! Hope it’s not too bad! Enjoy! ^_^

For those that don’t know: Kenren = Gojyo in his past life; Konzen = Sanzo in his past life.

Disclaimer: Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don’t own Saiyuki
And neither do you.


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STAMP, CRACK

“Fuck,” Konzen muttered as his fifth stamper for the day broke. Gripping it in one hand, he attempted to crush it. He failed. He opted to glare at the object before scowling and returning to his work.

Konzen tried to concentrate on the papers but instead found his thoughts wandering elsewhere. His aunt hadn’t barged in on random today. The annoying monkey wasn’t here. Konzen closed his eyes at the calming thought before stretching his hands over his head in an attempt to stretch out sore muscles; the numerous cracks of joints followed.

He opened his eyes before slowly standing up and moving the vast amount of paperwork from on top of his desk to the inside. He trusted no one to keep his papers in order; he locked the drawer with a key. After making sure that everything was in its place, Konzen slumped back in his chair again. He absent-mindedly started to look at the objects in his room. He noticed that the only thing left on the desk was the vase with flowers that Goku had brought in earlier.

“Stupid ape . . . nothing better to do,” Sanzo grumbled as he continued to stare at the flowers, which were an interesting shade of red.


~*~*~*~*~


“General Kenren!”

“GENERAL KENREN?!”

Kenren snickered from his safe hiding spot in the Sakura blossoms. He took another sip of his sake. Poor bastards. They’ll never find me here. Though I do not look forward to Tenpou’s scolding again.

His mind started to wander back to when Tenpou had introduced him to a certain blonde beauty - if a bit tight-assed. A cruel smirk found its place on his face. Quietly and swiftly, he jumped from his hiding spot to the ground and started to make his way to a certain room.


~*~*~*~*~


Maybe Tenpou is right . . .I really should get some rest. . . Konzen thought as he swiveled his chair so that he was facing away from the door. He started to look at the painting that adorned his wall. The laid-back style of the painting almost made him relax - until he heard his door open. He grunted in annoyance. That damn woman . . . Instead of yelling at her as he usually did, he just closed his eyes and pretended that he heard nothing. The footsteps continued toward him. He frowned. The footsteps sounded too heavy for a small woman like his aunt. Konzen swiveled aggressively and came face to face with the last person he’d ever wish to see.

“How are you, blonde beauty?”

“Get the fuck out of my office!” Konzen got up aggressively before walking to stand in front of Kenren.

“But that would be no fun!”

“I don’t ‘do’ fun.”

“How about sensual?” Kenren now bent enough so that he was mere inches away from Konzen, his warm breath coaxing Konzen. A slight blush broke out on Konzen’s cheeks.

Regaining his composure quickly, Konzen sneered, “Move. Idiot.”

“Sure,” Kenren started to walk forward and in the process, he caused Konzen to continued moving backward until the small of his back bumped against the desk. The blush was miniscule, but Kenren noticed it. He also noticed that his pants were a little too constricting. Konzen glared at Kenren and pushed him away before striding to his chair and sitting angrily in it. Kenren put both hands on the desk before climbing on it and sitting Indian-style. After a slight fraction of thought, Kenren moved toward Konzen and then swung both his legs on either side of Konzen’s chair.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“You told me to move, but you didn’t specify where,” Kenren smirked.

“Bastard,” Konzen said through gritted teeth.

“You really need to learn to relax,” Kenren said as he leaned forward towards Konzen again. He used his legs to bring Konzen and the chair as close to himself as possible.

“What the fuck are you--” unfortunately, his sentence was cut off. Kenren grabbed Konzen’s head in his hands before he started to lap at the slightly open lips. Konzen’s eyes opened wide as the instigator started to gently suck on his lower lip, asking for admission. In his shocked state, Konzen’s mouth opened wider and the other plunged his eager tongue into the warm cavern. Kenren’s experienced tongue continued to swirl around in the other’s mouth before coiling itself on the other’s tongue and sucking gently. Konzen’s eyes started to droop slowly as he allowed himself to be pleasured. His eyes quickly opened wide as realization kicked in. Kenren suddenly felt a punch to the gut.

“Fuck . . .”

“I hate it when people invade my personal space,” Konzen stated through gritted teeth as he roughly pushed Kenren away and stood up. The blush was deeper.

“Funny, by your response, I‘d have though you liked it,” Kenren mocked as he straightened up again after the pain in his gut had subsided. The blush on Konzen’s cheeks was now thoroughly evident. Kenren smirked. He smoothly swung his legs off the table and stood before he walked over to where Konzen was.

Using his right leg, he tripped Konzen, who fell backwards on the chair. Kenren quickly straddled him, before pinning both of Konzen’s arms to the top of the chair. Just as Konzen was about to retort, Kenren bent his head down a little and caught Konzen’s lips with his own. He bit Konzen’s bottom lip, which elicited a gasp of surprise from the other. Using his window of opportunity, he shoved his tongue into Konzen’s mouth.

Before long, Konzen started to respond. Their wet tongues started to battle for dominance. The blonde’s tiny, but audible moans of pleasure spurred Kenren on. Slowly, the general’s lips moved from the blonde’s in order to continue a new trail down the other’s throat. Now fully aroused, the blonde more than eagerly moved his head to the side in order for Kenren to have better access to the pale, soft skin. Gently nipping and kissing Konzen’s neck, Kenren stopped at the base of the neck and bit down. Hard.

“Dammit!” Konzen hissed. In a sort of mock apology, Kenren started to lap at the abused spot before slowly sucking on it.

“You’re gonna leave a mark, moron . . .” Konzen’s attempted hiss died down to be replaced by a moan of pleasure.

That’s the point . . . Kenren smirked before continuing his way down. Kenren’s left hand still held both of the blonde’s two hands against the top of the chair. The blonde moaned louder as the free hand snaked its way around his body, finally resting near the inside of his thigh.

The feeling of arousal was creeping upon Konzen and in the back of his mind he questioned whether he should let the general continue. His mind emptied with such thoughts when he felt the crimson one grab him . . . lower.

“Hn, so it’s not just me, ne?” the crimson one smirked, earning him a scowl from the other. “This chair is not exactly . . . built for such things, is it?” he stated before looking around Konzen’s office. Definitely not the floor . . .oh! How could I forget?!.

With one fluid movement, Kenren picked up his partner bridal-style before gently placing him on the table behind him.

“What do you think you’re –”

“What do you think I’m doing?” Kenren coyly asked as he jumped on the table and positioned himself on top of Konzen, straddling him. In his jump, Kenren made sure to knock both of his boots off. Slowly, he started to undress himself, first the jacket . . .

“Hurry . . .up . . .”

Then the belt and skull medallion . . .

“you . . .bastard,” Konzen panted out.

The pants came last as Kenren painstakingly pushed them down his hips. Suddenly, Kenren stopped undressing himself and instead turned his attention to his partner. He ungracefully began plucking off Konzen’s jewelry and dropping them unceremoniously on the floor.

“Dammit, idiot! Be careful with those!”

Next came the dress-like clothing, which Kenren slowly took off, making sure to ghost every part of Konzen’s body with his fingers. Konzen’s pants and undergarment were taken off promptly. The shoes were taken off last, leaving a completely beautiful nude Konzen in front of him.

Kenren sat back to gaze at his prize until he was shaken back into reality when a pair of impatient hands started to push Kenren’s pants down, almost ripping them in the process. Konzen gasped slightly.

“I prefer to go commando,” Kenren answered the unstated question, knowing full well that Konzen gasped at something other than the lack of briefs. He proceeded to shake himself free of his pants and threw them onto the floor. He climbed back onto Konzen and proceeded to push him down onto the table. His eyes widened as he was caught by the blonde’s impatient lips.

The blonde caught on quick. His hands, quickly and nimbly, found their way around Kenren’s body; ghosting him in one place before moving on to caress him in other places. Feeling his own growing arousal, Kenren broke the kiss. Violet eyes looked at him in confusion. Kenren placed two fingers inside Konzen’s mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered. Instead of arguing, Konzen surprisingly complied. His tongue darted around the fingers as he coated them. Kenren watched, amused . . . and aroused. He finally jerked his fingers out of Konzen’s mouth; the latter uttered a low growl.

Kenren smirked before spreading Konzen’s legs with one knee. His left hand went down and slightly elevated the other’s hips while the other hand snaked its way to find Konzen’s hole. Konzen’s eyes widened.

“What the hell –”

“Stretching you. You don’t want this to hurt, do you?” Kenren stated more than asked he slid one wet finger into Konzen. Konzen winced, but nothing more. Not wanting to waste more time than necessary, Kenren quickly slid in his second finger. Konzen’s hissed as the fingers started scissor motioning him. The fingers went deeper and wider, trying to stretch Konzen as best as possible. When Kenren couldn’t take it anymore, he removed his fingers. He placed the tip of his fully aroused cock near Konzen’s entrance.

“You ready?”

“Just do it.”

“Do what?” Kenren coyly asked, knowing that, like his partner, his weeping member wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Konzen growled.

“Do. It. Now,”

“Do what now?” he knew he was pushing it – but was it so wrong to want to see the high and might Konzen finally beg for something? Konzen realized that his stubborn partner would not relent anytime soon.

“FUCK ME!!” Konzen yelled – that was all Kenren needed to hear.

He thrust himself in with one smooth motion. Konzen writhed and even whimpered a little. Kenren gasped at the tight heat around his cock. He groaned. He gave the other enough time before he started to move inside him and start a rhythm. The eager blonde brought his legs up and linked them around Kenren, allowing the other to go even deeper inside him. Kenren hissed with pleasure before he caught Konzen’s lips in his own.

Their kissing became more eager, devouring the other in the hope of dominance. Kenren started to grind harder and faster against Konzen when he realized he was starting to reach his edge.

“Touch . . . me,” Konzen barely managed to wheeze out between the rough kissing.

Kenren easily snaked his hands between their feverish bodies and grabbed the other’s member. He started pumping it at the same rhythm that he was pounding his life’s worth into Konzen. He felt Konzen’s nails sharply descending his back; he knew that blood was most likely dripping down, but he didn’t care. All he felt was the heat around him and all he saw was the beautiful blonde god he was pumping into. He started to aggressively bite Konzen, not enough to spill blood, but enough to leave a small mark in more than one place.

He loved the feel of the soft, velvety skin beneath and the blonde’s moaning. He enjoyed the feel of the blonde’s body arching into his, as they both felt the jolt of pleasure circulating through them simultaneously. Knowing he was fast reaching his end, Kenren finished pumping Konzen and relished at the feel of the other’s warm cum coating his hand. He gave one last thrust into Konzen and collapsed as they both reached their climax.

For a moment there was silence, apart from their equally harsh breathing. Kenren moved so that his face was engulfed in the sea of golden hair. He slowly breathed the scent that was only Konzen.

“Get . . . off.”

“Why?” Kenren mumbled against the other. He was in a very comfortably position and he enjoyed the smell of the golden one’s hair.

“You’re heavy,” Konzen panted out.

After a few minutes, Kenren finally decided to let his more lithe partner breathe. He used his hands to lift himself off of Konzen before roughly yanking himself out of his partner. Konzen gave a painful hiss.

“Is gentle not in your vocabulary?” Konzen glared. Seeing the beautiful blonde lying there made Kenren grow hard again. Luckily for him, Konzen sat up and started to get off the desk. Konzen growled; he noticed that sometime during their love-making, the vase had been knocked off. It lay in ruins on the floor; as well as the crimson flowers.

Konzen quickly started gather and pull on all of his clothes. When he was finished he finally turned around to look at Kenren. The crimson one was already fully dressed and had been for a while gauging by the look in his lust-laden eyes. And the bastard was smoking.

“I don’t tolerate smoking in my office.”

“Funny, I also got the drift that you didn’t tolerate screwing, either – and look how that turned out,” Kenren grinned even more as he saw the look of surprise hit the other’s eyes.

“You bastard,” Konzen’s eyes narrowed. Kenren gracefully slid of the table and strode off to the beauty. He encircled his arms around the other’s waist before gently kissing him. Konzen’s eyes widened. No one had ever kissed him like that before. Kenren pulled away and caught a different look in the other’s eyes. And by ‘different’ he meant not a tinge of anger hidden anywhere.

“Asshole, not only did you manage to taint my desk and envelope my office in smoke, but you also broke my vase and spilled my flowers,” Konzen’s scowled as he bent down and started to pick up the broken pieces of glass.

“Then I’ll get you new ones,” Kenren answered before he bent down and quickly kissed the blonde. Konzen seemed a little less pissed – that was before a hand groped his ass.

“See ya later then!” Kenren called as he started to stroll away from Konzen and toward the door.

“Bastard!” Konzen yelled after him as the pieces of the vase followed suit, missing Kenren by mere centimeters.


~*~*~*~*~


The next day . . .

“And another thing . . .,”

Konzen rubbed his temples. He aunt, as usual, was going on and on about some paper work he hadn’t managed to complete. Damn that bastard general. This is all his fault! Thanks to him I can’t manage to concentrate on my work –

“Are you even listening to me?!”

“Huh?”

His aunt sighed in desperation before she threw her hands in the air in surrender. “Honestly, I don’t even know why I bother!” Seconds later, she stormed out the door.

Konzen put his head down on the desk in a tired ‘THUD’. A few tranquil minutes passed by before another knock came to his door.

“WHAT?!”

“A-A delivery came for you, s-sir!” Someone answered from the other side of the door.

“Fine. Come in!”

The feeble little guard quickly came in. He was carrying one of the largest and – dare he say it? Beautiful bouquets he had ever seen. Most of the flowers had a golden or crimson hue to them. The guard quickly came and placed them on Konzen’s table before bowing and running out the door – for fear that Konzen would disassemble him. Konzen looked at the flowers a while before plucking out the card nearly hidden by the petals.

It read:

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Yesterday was nice . . .
So when’s our next screw?

“BASTARD!!!” Konzen yelled, completely shaken out of his flower-admiring state.
Somewhere in the distance, some one was laughing his head off.