----------------------------------------------------------------------- | ZENKI JIDAI | |---------------------------------------------------------------------| | | | by Asia-T | | http://dungeon.taisa-labs.com/ | | | | Original story: | | Wednesday, June 6, 2001 | | | |---------------------------------------------------------------------| | LEMON/YAOI! Two hundred years after the end of the ZENKI story, | | the demons engage in a power struggle against the humans, and the | | outcome of the war seems certain... Until an enemy with Chiaki's | | face stands before the mightiest of demon gods! LEMON/YAOI! | ----------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 1 The gunshots stopped making her ears ring hours ago. Or perhaps they were still ringing, and she'd simply grown immune to the sound. Shiaki would never be able to accept the idea of war being a necessity, but if the world felt there needed to be a war, she wished such archaic weapons weren't a part of it. The laser guns were quieter. It was easier to keep your wits about you without the blasting, exploding... ringing. They also created much cleaner wounds. If a shot from a laser struck a man and missed all of his vital organs, the wound was immediately cauterized and the man would almost certainly live. Nobody ever bled to death from a laser wound. But the men in the infirmary were bleeding to death. And that was why the old guns were being used: both sides wanted to ensure that their opponent died this time. Discussion hadn't resolved their differences. Lasers didn't resolve their differences. But, somehow, they believed violent death would. It didn't particularly bother her -- the blood. Somehow, it seemed very familiar. That familiarity made her job much easier. There had been girls during her training who couldn't seem to stop throwing up no matter how often they saw it... "Nurse! Oh, god, Nurse! It hurts! Please!" Shiaki hurried to the man, reassured him that the doctor would be back soon, and administered as much morphine as she could spare for a single patient. ... It wouldn't be enough. It wasn't enough for any of them. But like the ringing, her ears had almost become immune to their pained cries. Just one other girl, Ayako, was aiding her. Both of them were fairly new to nursing -- they had each recently celebrated their sixteenth birthdays. That was the age at which hundreds of girls were being drafted for service in the Tradi Jidai as plant workers, weapons manufacturers, supply distributors, and medical assistants. Only the men were drafted for combat, unlike their enemy, the Neon Jidai, whose forces relied heavily on the fighting skills of its females. "Nurse! The doctor! I need the doctor! When is the doctor coming back?! Nurse!!" "Soon," Shiaki soothed. Ayako shot Shiaki a worried glance, and Shiaki lowered her face to avoid meeting Ayako's eyes. She had lied. The doctor would not be coming back. A Neon had gotten him that morning and took out their communications line, leaving Shiaki and Ayako alone with the wounded until supplies came in... next month. ******** "Zenki, come here a moment." Roh waited, but Zenki didn't so much as open his eyes. "Zenki!" Zenki's displeasure showed on his face. "Shit," he muttered to himself. "ZENKI! ASS. HERE. NOW. !!" Kokutei, lying at Roh's side, snarled and barked once for emphasis. Pretending that his acute demon ears couldn't hear over the commotion of the war raging above them wasn't going to save Zenki this time. "What the fuck do you want now, Roh?" Zenki stood at casual semi-attention before his one-time enemy. Two hundred years had changed them both. Once an arrogant braggart, Zenki had become subdued. He was no less fierce in a fight, but after Chiaki granted his freedom right before her death, he lost his passion. In his mind, he had no specific enemy, no specific desire, and no specific obligation anymore. He did not join the Neon Jidai because of his unwavering loyalty to Roh's cause. He joined simply because Roh invited him to. He would have just as easily gone the other way. Roh had undergone an opposite transformation. Now vulgar and rebellious, he would not accept any Fate or Destiny. His holy ideal was a world in which humans and demons could coexist. He tried suggesting it to them; he tried forcing it onto them; he tried beating it into them; and after five or six generations of the same bullshit, he finally decided to kill his opposition, thus effectively ending the argument. On his side was every demon on the human plane. Many powerful mediums had joined, but Roh knew that once this war was over, the mediums had designs on beginning a new one -- at the end of which, they hoped every demon would be enslaved to humanity. For now, however, the mediums were serving his purpose. Their spells and charms and other skills gave the Neon a fierce edge. When this war ended, there was no question as to who would claim victory. Now it was just a matter of time... a matter of killing. "The hospital, Zenki. I thought I told you to take care of it." "And I did. The doctor's dead." "What's to stop the Tradi from simply sending in another doctor? Level the fucking building!" "Then I'll have to listen to all the dying humans going 'boo-hoo, save me' out there. I'd rather they do that shit in their sound-proof shack ten miles off." Roh gave an aggrevated sigh, thinking of how he might explain a basic concept to a complete moron. "Let's try this, Zenki," Roh began again. "You tell me what you don't understand, and I'll do my best to explain the situation to you." Zenki was game. "Why should I destroy the hospital?" "BECAUSE I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO!" "..." Wrong answer. Chiaki had been the last person he allowed to order him around. "Get Goki to do it. I'm gonna go take a bath. I'm starting to smell like your devil mutt." Kokutei growled at Zenki, and Zenki growled right back. Roh balled a frustrated fist as he watched Zenki exit the chamber. ******** Goki was in the bath already, relaxing. He had taken on an attitude similar to Zenki's old ways. Akira could not forgive Kazue for murdering Chiaki, and Goki's response was to extend that feeling to include all of humanity, even after Akira had died and his soul passed on to the next realm. Chiaki had released Goki's binds as well, and he had lost all connections to humanity when his sacred line diminished and eventually died off. Roh's ideal sounded good to him, and Roh's methods were not unacceptable to him. Zenki's presence was announced before he entered the bathing room by the chirping, squealing, and the general raucous caused by the female demons and mediums who vied for his attention out in the hall. Goki watched Zenki slide in through the partially-open door and close it completely behind him, shutting out the women. "Horny bitches," Zenki griped in no particular direction. "Admit it, Zenki. You love the attention," Goki called to him from across the room. "That you, Goki? I was wondering where you were..." "If you bathed more often, my friend, it wouldn't surprise you so much to find other people in the hot spring." Zenki muttered some profanity as he stripped down to his skin. Goki listened to the sound of his bare feet pattering on the wet, wooden floorboards as he crossed to a stool. Zenki sat with some force, and Goki could tell from the sound that something was upsetting his partner. "Want me to wash your back?" Goki offered gently. Zenki said nothing. With a sigh, Goki lifted himself out of the ofuro and walked to Zenki. In a familiar gesture, Goki touched his shoulder from behind and slid his hand down Zenki's arm slowly. "Tell me what happened," he coaxed. "Nothing." Zenki turned his head so Goki could see nothing but the back of it. "I know what you need," Goki teased, trailing his long, delicate fingers down Zenki's naked spine. In a sharp movement, Zenki pushed Goki with enough force to knock him back several feet. "... Geez. Someone's grumpy." Goki rubbed his sore bottom, which had cushioned his fall. "I was hoping you'd make my ass hurt, Zenki, but this wasn't quite what I had in mind." Goki expected some snappy come-back, but none came. Zenki sat where he was for a moment, just breathing. Goki was about to get back to his feet, return to the ofuro, and let Zenki have his little fit -- Zenki then disappeared from the stool, and in almost the same instant, he was on top of Goki, knees straddled on either side of him, one hand pushing down on his chest, the other wrapped around his most sensitive limb. Goki gasped at the suddenness of it. With a gentle rhythm, Zenki pulled. Back and forth... slowly... They had come to know this closeness, being freed from their seals for so very long. Roh and Goki would often engage each other, but Zenki would have only Goki, though he would never allow Goki to have him. And he was willing to share -- there was no jealousy involved; theirs was not that sort of relationship. Goki bit his lip and groaned as the first of the fluid was ejected. Zenki used it lubricate the space between his hand and Goki's manhood, and then it was time to increase the tempo. He pumped Goki with a sort of fierceness that would be too much for a human, but Goki had grown to love it more than any other feeling in the world. It was at this inopportune moment that Roh entered the bathing room. "Zenki, I wanted to -- oh, did I catch you at a bad time?" "Fuck off, Roh," Zenki cautioned without breaking rhythm or looking up. Goki was too lost in ecstasy to react to Roh's presence. "This looks like too much fun..." Roh commented. Zenki could hear the rustling of fabric, and assumed that Roh was removing his garments. Roh crossed to them, and Zenki was not discouraged for even a second. He knew that Roh knew better than to touch him. He would give his full attentions to Goki... and it would please Zenki to see Goki go wild with pleasure. The naked wolf lord kneeled beside Goki and leaned down, kissing him. With his tongue, he encouraged Goki to open his mouth and let him in. Goki gasped for breath as Roh's mouth invaded his, as Zenki's hand invaded him. Zenki leaned back, removing the hand that once pinned Goki's chest. He used it to stroke Goki's bare thigh and caress the soft, sensitive area around his member. Roh left Goki's mouth. He kissed a line across his jaw and down his neck. His hands roamed Goki's chest until his lips found the hardened nipples. He flicked at one with his tongue and grazed it with his teeth before biting down softly, then suckling. One hand gave attention to the nipple which his mouth could not accomodate. Goki was beginning to squirm. He wouldn't hold out much longer. Zenki's rhythm remained constant while Goki released, and it continued afterwards, until Goki asked him to stop. That was one reason Zenki disliked females so much; most couldn't give a hand job worth a damn. They assumed a shot wad was their signal to stop -- but nothing was more frustrating. It took Goki a moment to calm himself. Once he had, he pushed lightly on Roh's chest. Zenki stood and allowed Goki to shift his position. Roh layed back on the floor this time, and Goki kissed him for only a moment. He slid his body down Roh's until his mouth was in perfect alignment with Roh's flesh. With his gentle fingers, he stroked until Roh was erect. With his tongue, he licked the underside... and then teased the tip. "Goki..." Roh moaned, "Get the fuck to it...!" Goki smirked. He really was the most feminine of the three. Foreplay was fun. Teasing was fun. Taunting, tempting, playing -- those were his joys. Roh and Zenki could never get into it, though, and more often it only made them angry. Goki wrapped his warm lips around Roh and pulled. He sucked and he pulled, conscious of his fangs. There had been one instance when Roh felt those dangerous fangs graze him, and the moment was ruined. He wanted nothing that sharp next to the something that precious. Zenki kneeled behind Goki, streaking his talons up the backs of Goki's thighs. He held Goki's waist firmly, causing the smaller demon lord to gasp aloud when he entered from that position. Zenki's strength and control were unparalleled. Goki's body was not rocked by Zenki's sharp, forceful thrusts. He held him still, and thus, Goki could continue his assault on Roh, hindered only by an occasional gasp. Zenki was good. Zenki was really good. He drove himself into Goki steadily, again and again. Each time felt further... deeper than the time before. He used only one hand now to brace Goki, and he streaked the other down the center of Goki's back. Goki arched up towards Zenki, away from Roh. "Oh, shit..." Roh was half-lost in ecstasy, infuriated by its sudden stopping. "Damnit, Zenki...!!" Roh slid away from Goki and carefully rose to his feet, the feeling still welled up inside him. In an act of both anger and desperation, Roh surprised Zenki by coming up behind him and almost -- Zenki immediately pushed Goki away and delivered a sharp elbow to Roh's gut. His breathing was heavy, but controlled. Even though he had been near climax, he was in control of his emotions. He never lost himself to Goki the way that Roh would. He lost himself to no one. Zenki lost to no one. Roh doubled over, coughing. That took care of his woody. Goki looked back, confused. When he understood what had happened, he frowned. "Don't give me that fuckin' look," Zenki commanded. "If you don't like the way I'm looking at you, Zenki, I think you ought to leave the room," Goki suggested, going to Roh with sympathetic, concerned, protective arms. Zenki snorted. He dressed himself at his own pace before taking Goki's advice. ******** Shiaki was the one to remove the dead bodies from the medical ward to the morgue. And when the morgue was full, she moved them outside. She was much stronger than her small frame suggested. Ayako wasn't able to do it without assistance. Shiaki was careful to create a place for the bodies where they could not be seen from the windows of the infirmary. ... They were placed outside her own quarters, in a shallow ditch she would have liked to make deeper. But there wasn't time for anything like that. There were so many wounded... and now only two nurses. The staff had been disappearing from the hospital for some time. Some were lost to Neon invaders, others left of their own volition, not to be heard from again. Chances were, they were dead as well. These were the perils of being the closest Tradi facility to the battle zone, she reasoned. ... Would none of the Tradi survive? -- A flash of something red in the corner of her eye -- Shiaki looked up sharply. /Oh, god!/ she thought. /Not him again! No! NO!!/ TO BE CONTINUED...