----------------------------------------------------------------------- | ZENKI JIDAI | |---------------------------------------------------------------------| | | | by Asia-T | | http://dungeon.taisa-labs.com/ | | | | Original story: | | Sunday, July 22, 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 7 Kokutei's human-like hand found Roh's clothed chest. His touch was confident and soft -- experienced. The wolf had been alive longer than even Zenki, who still considered Roh an 'immature demon.' Son of Lord Engai he may have been, Prince of the Dead he may have been, but Roh was still the youngest amongst his comrades. While Kokutei's mouth engaged Roh's, the hand slid down the smooth leather, tracing the outline of lean muscles with canine talons. Roh stiffened at the sensation that shot up his spine when the talons glided beneath his shirt, dragging along his skin, creating just enough pressure to tickle. Taking advantage of Roh's momentary shock, Kokutei gripped the hem of his shirt and coaxed him to lift his arms, pulling it over his head. The shirt was discarded over the side of the bed. Kokutei grazed his rough tongue over Roh's abdomen, up to his chest, teasing his nipples, to his neck. There, he bit down to leave his mark, and then interchanged between sucking and licking. The technique was similar to the one Roh had used on Ayako. He had learned it from Kokutei. Kokutei's hand massaged the inside of Roh's thigh as Roh leaned back against the bed's headboard. His free hand slid back up the wolf lord's chest, pushing him back with gentle force. The claws came to rest at Roh's throat, occasionally moving up to stroke his cheek. The hand between his legs came to the leather surrounding his center. Kokutei rubbed the leather in, careful not to squeeze too hard, careful to squeeze enough. Shortly, this elicited a moan from Roh. His pants had become too tight. Kokutei lifted one leg across his partner's body and gripped his waist between powerful, bestial hands. Slowly, Roh was pulled away from the headboard until he was lying flat on the mattress. His legs hung over the end from the knees. Kokutei kissed Roh one more time, a kiss that Roh was reluctant to abandon as the human wolf altered his position. He turned on Roh 180 degrees. Sitting on his stomach, he quickly undid the belt of the black leather pants. Roh, facing Kokutei's back, streaked his fingers down the naked skin and through the velvetine fur of his tail. Kokutei's body arched in response before he leaned down and wrapped his lips around Roh's exposed flesh. The lower part of Kokutei's body was pushed above Roh's face to accomodate the position. Roh sighed his pleasure before accepting Kokutei's own hardened member into his mouth. Kokutei's hips enticed the wolf lord as they rocked in and away, eagerly searching for deeper sensation. He dug his nails into the backs of Kokutei's thighs and dragged them up to his buttock. His fingers found the place between the wolf's cheeks and played there, sending shivers of delight coarsing through the body. At last, Kokutei couldn't withstand it any longer. He released himself to Roh, who drank the fluid without breaking the pulling rhythm. Kokutei could take no more, and he pulled away from Roh once it became too much. But Roh was much younger, much more eager. He wasn't done. He gripped Kokutei's hips and pushed the feral body down his own. Roh entered his partner where his fingers had titilated him moments ago, and Kokutei bit his lower lip with a delicious moan. Kokutei rocked himself around Roh's flesh as Roh pushed back into him. As the wolf lord became more and more lost to the fulfillment of his base desires, the plight of Ayako, about which Kokutei had warned plainly, was forgotten. ******** "Please..." she whimpered. She was beginning to lose her voice after screaming for so long -- screams which couldn't seem to travel far enough to reach ears that might care. "Please," Ayako repeated, "I'm so cold..." She huddled in the corner in her filthy, wet rag of a dress. Her shaking lips were turning blue. ******** Shiaki had grown tired early. Not only from the excitement of the day, but because it was a handy excuse to be alone somewhere. No matter where she was in the god-forsaken Neon base, she was going to be uncomfortable, but it wasn't as bad if she could be alone. Zenki locked her into his own chamber. Lying on his futon mattress, using sheets taken from an anonymous bunk, she was having trouble actually sleeping. Mako's clothing was -- to say the least, restrictive -- and she wasn't about to push for pajamas. She was also hungry. No one had thought to offer her any food yet. Her last meal had been that morning at the hospital. She was nearing forty-eight hours without food. When she woke up, she determined that 'feed me' would be the first words out of her mouth. "Asleep already?" "FEED ME!" -- /Oops! Damnit! Damn, damn, damn!/ Shiaki had been so lost in thought that she didn't hear the door being unlocked and opened. Zenki smirked, sensing her embarrassment. He remembered when he used to demand the same of her, and would go so far as to raid her high school cafeteria to fill his cavernous stomach. "The kitchens close when we run out of food. I'll bring you something in the morning after the scavangers hijack a Tradi supply truck." He knew she'd be okay until then, so he didn't bother adding the courtesy of asking her as much. Shiaki had thought the supply trucks were stolen solely to cut off the Tradi on the battlefield. It surprised her to realize that, even when they were at war, the demons still /needed/ the humans. The rustling of fabric told Shiaki that Zenki was removing his shirt. She swallowed, and pulled the blankets around her just a bit tighter. She heard his massive demon lord feet pad across the floor and to the futon before he sat down on it behind her. Very casually, he lifted the blankets and crawled beneath them, lying down so close that parts of his body touched her. She felt his warm, powerful hand push into the base of her spine, and she caught her breath. Then, with complete lack of ceremony, he shoved her to the edge of the futon, affording himself more room on his own side. He also took the liberty of grabbing the sheets, and pulling them to him so that they only half-covered Shiaki. It was, afterall, /his/ bed. The spirit of competition burned inside Shiaki. Not to mention she couldn't sleep in this newly uncomfortable fashion. She gradually coaxed the sheets back to her side. Zenki knew exactly what she was trying to do. He waited until she finished gathered the sheets, apparently thinking he wouldn't notice if she did it slowly enough, and he tugged them right back over to himself with a threatening growl. Shiaki couldn't forget the position she was in -- it was not one in which she was allowed the privilege to argue. Rather than struggle with a fraction of the sheets, she released them entirely. She drew her knees in and curled her body to keep herself warm for the night. She heard Zenki mumble something, but she wasn't about to ask him to repeat it. It couldn't have been anything terribly pleasant anyway. A knock came at the door, followed by a seductive female voice. "Master Zenki... Master, let yours warm your cold body." Shiaki arched a brow. 'Yours'? Couldn't she just say 'me'? Suspecting that she was about to be removed from the bed entirely, to make room for 'yours,' she slid her legs off the futon, and pushed herself to a sitting position with her arms. "Yours wishes to please you tonight, Master. Will you not answer yours?" As Shiaki was about to push herself to her feet, she was thrown off balance -- by Zenki! He thrust out his arm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her back against him. He flourished the sheet around them both, possible now that their two bodies nearly occupied the space of one. Shiaki blushed a deep red, and Zenki was pleased by the sudden rise in her body temperature. "Will you not have yours, Master? Yours burns for you!" "THEN TAKE A COLD FUCKIN' SHOWER, YOU SLUT!" he bellowed. There was a pause. "... Has yours offended you, Master? Yours is sorry! Forgive yours, Master! Please!" "YOUR /VOICE/ OFFENDS ME, WHORE! FUCK OFF!" There was another pause. This one was followed by the retreating footsteps of a defeated 'midnight girl.' Zenki sighed and pulled Shiaki's hand away from her ear -- it had flown there instinctively when he began yelling right next to her. Holding it, he wrapped it in front of her and left his own arm there, around her. Shiaki could smell him when he was that close. She expected the scent of blood and sweat from his fight with Goki to be overpowering. But he had cleaned himself before coming. His arms were still a little wet, but the water was warm because the bodies around it were warm. The odor was pleasant. Had he actually used soap? ******** Exhausted, Kokutei had returned to the form of a wolf. He lied beside Roh as the Prince of the Dead slept. He knew his partner had reawakened when he felt a strong hand stroking his fur lovingly. Kokutei smirked. "Do you understand now, Inugami?" "Why you chose me?" Roh asked. "Why I have no reason to be jealous of Ayako." Roh's eyes shot open with horrible realization. ******** Over the next few minutes, Zenki felt her shift several times. She was trying to find a position in her tight clothing that would keep her from losing circulation in various limbs. Shiaki was trying really hard to keep it to a minimum, but Mako's sense of fashion was just too sado-masochistic. It was beginning to annoy him. "What are you doing, Girl?" "I-I don't mean to... It's these clothes, they're-- OH MY GOD!!!" Having positively identified the problem, Zenki set about rectifying it. He rudely grabbed the waistline hem of her pants and tugged on the leather material to stretch it. She yelped and tried to stop his hands with her physical strength. She didn't have much luck. He yanked the pants down to the middle of her hips, creating a good breathing space inside. Next order of business was her shirt. He turned her body to face his and set about the frustrating task of undoing each button without ripping it off. His hands weren't trained in such delicate feminine tasks, and the fact that she was pushing on him wasn't helping in the least. "Stop it!" she finally squealed. Zenki did, instinctively. Because she commanded it. When he snapped back into his senses, he snatched her hands in his own to get her to stop struggling against him. "Listen up -- you can't sleep in these clothes, and I can't sleep with you squirming around in them. You've got that bandage on underneath, right?" "Wh-what?" She was confused. That was typical, he thought. "You're covered underneath, so take the shirt off or I'll do it for you." That was the end of that argument. ******** "Sweet Jesus. What happened to this girl?" the weary medium rubbed her eyes free of the last remnants of sleepiness. Roh was actually pacing. He was anxious. "It looks like she was attacked by some wild animal," the woman continued. "And left in the cold for hours." "Shut up and fix her," Roh instructed flatly. "Commander, I don't know if Goki himself could do anything for this girl. She's sick -- not wounded or possessed -- she's genuinely weak and ill. If you'd brought her here any later, I don't know if there'd be hope for her." "Then there /is/ hope for her?" "Sure, if someone keeps an eye on her and nurses her back the old fashioned way. Which is something I can't do. I have too many others to worry about. May I leave her in Mako's care?" "Who?" Roh was frustrated. With this woman, with Ayako... and with himself. "Zenki's spawn," the woman explained with a hint of contempt for the worthless teenage medium. As far as she could see, the girl was nothing but a drain on resources. Everyone knew Mako by fame, even if they didn't know her by name. "Fine. Do it." ******** Even Zenki was surprised how quickly the small girl fell asleep beside him. It was as if she was comfortable in his presence, warm in his bed, secure in his arms. Zenki had never slept on this mattress before. His mistresses had learned that he was only interested in what they had to offer on those nights when he waited inside this room for them to come. Whichever woman came first would then drag him to an exciting place where they wouldn't be disturbed, and she would try wild things to please him. That was why he needed to be with Shiaki tonight. To tell those bitches off in a way that would let them know not to come back. And he wasn't about to do it lying on the floor -- he was glad of that decision when he saw the peaceful look on Shiaki's face. On those nights when he wasn't in the mood to humor the 'midnight girls,' he would go outside -- sometimes to rest, but usually kill a few dozen people. He didn't have much need for sleep, and therefore not much use for a bed. But he liked this... Much better... ******** The base was wild with commotion the next morning. A Tradi supply truck had been jacked, and everyone was ready to eat. /No,/ Zenki thought, /they don't usually make this much fuckin' noise.../ He lifted himself off of the mattress, disturbing Shiaki only enough to cause her to switch the side she slept upon. Leaving the room, he followed the noise... past the kitchen, which was empty, to the main hall. A new prisoner had been claimed. A Tradi with Goki's face. His name was "Hikaru." TO BE CONTINUED...