Heaven and Earth
II
The black mane jerked backwards in
ecstasy. The black face was all black now, eyes shut tight so no red showed
through. White teeth glimpsed in the open mouth the only hint of colour. And
then he had collapsed upon the red body below him and was sliding downwards.
Goukou caught his dead weight under the arm before he could hit the floor.
Unconscious. Gouen was spiralling out of the skies down to the world below, a
long, long way to fall.
"Give me a hand."
His red brother straightened, grasped Gouen under his other shoulder and
helped get the tall body up and onto the divan.
"Wash him."
He obeyed, and Goukou watched as he had watched their copulation just
now. Lust thrummed through his body. The skies of his head were red with it. He
flew among blood-coloured stormclouds and rode the tumultuous winds, master of
the tempest within and without. It was a huge, a gigantic feeling, and he let
himself savour it. He was master of all things, himself included, and the storm
would never succeed in carrying him away. So he watched while his brother, meek
as a servant, performed a servant's duties: washed the black torso, made the
robe decent, and carried the water away. There was no sense of resistance
there. Odd. Goushou meek was Goushou at temporary truce with himself, his
perverse nature momentarily silenced. Not gone, only held for a space in a
hard-won and easily toppled balance. But this time-- this time there was
nothing at all. No anger, no resentment, no awareness even of the fact that he
was naked and shamed. Goukou smiled to himself.
You are
deep into the pattern of your mantra, I see. You have buried your Self a
thousand leagues beneath the ocean so you may do what you must do without
difficulty. And do you truly think I cannot bring you back in a moment if I
wish it?
He cast the hook. "Go ask my servants for the rod and bring it to
me." The man bowed and walked to the door. Goukou watched closely for
signs of hesitation or reluctance, but saw none. Nothing in the lines of the
body or the carriage of the head to say he was waiting or even hoping to be
called back. The red hand was on the latch. The door was open. From far away a
voice said to him Do not let him through that door or it will be the worse
for both of you. "Stop," Goukou said. The man turned. And still
nothing. No relief, no gratitude for his reprieve. He had hidden himself so far
within his mantra that there was nothing of his Self left, only a body that did
as it was told mechanically and without feeling. Angry thunder rumbled in
Goukou's head.
"You will pay for this defiance," he said as he stood.
"Prepare yourself." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder and his
brother moved silently back to the bed. In cold rage Goukou walked past him
through the door, across the deserted robing room and into the dayroom beyond.
Shenzen was there and several others, not occupied but standing still, awaiting
his arrival with hands in sleeves and heads bent like chidden servants.
"Fetch me the heavy bamboo." Shenzen touched Green Cricket on the
shoulder and motioned him off with a silent finger. Goukou turned his back on
them, the men of earth that belonged to his earthbound life, lest he be unjust
to them now that most of him was elsewhere. A moment later Green Cricket came
up to his side and knelt, holding the rod in both hands above his head. As
Goukou took it he caught a glimpse of the child's downturned face.
"What is it?"
Green Cricket gave a little panicked gasp, and there was a subdued
rustle of alarm from the others. Goukou took the boy by the shoulder and pulled
him to his feet. "What is it?" he repeated more gently.
Green Cricket's eyes went sideways, looking desperately anywhere but at
him. "Your Majesty is angry..."
"I am not angry at you."
"No, your Majesty."
"Look at me."
He gulped and obeyed. Tears swam in his eyes, and his thin shoulder
trembled a little under Goukou's hand. He was so young... but no, not so young
as that. His hair was bound, and for all his smallness he must be well started
on his training. Absently Goukou fondled the curving edge of his ear as he
would a child's. The skin was still soft and smooth. But he was much the same
age as Kaisou: he must be approaching his first Crossing, if not past it. The
thought sent a flame dancing through Goukou's blood, and the heavy clouds grew
redder in his head. He leaned down and kissed the fresh mouth, and the shiver
that went through the boy made him smile. Ready for it, certainly; and if not
ready, one could make him so. Take him back to the bedroom, undress him, put
him across the bed... The flames leapt higher within him, and against the
sullen clouds in his head he saw Kaisou's thin flanks, stripped bare and bent
for a whipping.
Goukou's soul seemed to freeze. Very carefully he straightened up.
"Do not be afraid," he said, across the miles to this little
one on the ground. "Only a little longer and all will be as it was
before."
Green Cricket looked at him in misery. "You are a man," Goukou
told him. "Endure what you must- what we all must. This will be over
soon." He knew he must leave, for his soul still hung somewhere between
earth and sky, and while that was so he could not trust himself. But the
unhappiness in the boy's eyes held him still.
"Say what is in your heart," he told him.
"M-majesty, how can it ever be the same now? Lord Goujun- Lord
Goujun is gone from us-- and--"
"He is gone for a time only. He will return." Startled
movement from his men. He didn't look at them. "His soul is in a body here
on earth, and sometime- sometime soon, I was promised- he will return and the
body he has now be changed to the one he had before. He will come back, as I
will come back. You must wait for us."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
There was a buzzing in his ears as he returned to the bedroom. There was
one here on whom he could rightly lay the lash of his anger, the sullen and
disloyal fool who had defied him so far. That thought steadied his fretted
soul. One last chance, and if he did not answer to that...
"Kneel and beg me for your whipping."
The man knelt and clasped his hands above his bent head. "My lord,
I beg you punish me. You and Lord Gouen have suffered and bled in your bodies.
If we are indeed three, as you have deigned to say, then do not keep me from
fellowship with you in this. Let me share your stripes and your pain. I beg
you."
The world went red before Goukou's eyes.
"How dare you resist me like this?" he asked, and felt the
thunder growling closer, nearly on top of them now.
The other looked up, and there was nothing at all in his face. "I
do not resist you, my lord. I am here to answer to your will, and only
that."
"You are not here at all. You have hidden your selfness so as not
to see your shame or know your pain. Come back and suffer your punishment,
coward."
"I am here," the red man said without emphasis. "I do not
use my mantra, lord. I am here in my body and I know what is happening to me,
and when I have the leisure to feel I promise you my torment and shame will be
all you can wish for and more."
"You have not that leisure now?"
"I have not had that leisure since you and Lord Gouen took to the
skies and I was left below not knowing who would come back."
Goukou breathed deeply to still the churning feelings within him.
"I do not trust you, cozening liar. I think you seek to pull me from my
skies and down to the earth where you have ever had the best of me, as you did
just now with the youngest of us. And I will not have it. I will have
satisfaction from you at last."
"I will give you whatever satisfaction you wish. If it is not to
your will that I be meek, I will resist you and give you the satisfaction of
defeating me. Say only what you desire."
Anger and frustration made Goukou's brain dizzy. "I do not wish you
to give me satisfaction. I wish to take it, in spite of you, and to your
everlasting bitterness and shame."
That brought a hesitation to him at last. "Lord," he said.
"Lord, you see me humble before you. It would be grievous to me but that-
that I have worse things to fear than bitterness and shame. I thought to lose
you, or Lord Gouen, or both of you, to death or to your anger at me; and the
pain of that thought made all else seem small. I cannot resist you in earnest
so that you may rejoice in my defeat. My defeat cannot be bitter to me if it
gives you satisfaction. I am sorry, lord. I do not know what to do."
"Stubborn headstrong fool--" A thunderclap, deafening,
among the canyon clouds of his mind. The sky split apart with the force of it.
"Put your face to the floor and show me your arse." The red man
crouched and lifted his hips. Goukou raised his arm and brought the rod down
with a crack as loud as the thunder's roar. A thick welt appeared across the
narrow buttocks, and two more after it. The man's gasps were muffled by his
arm.
"Take your mouth away." He struck again and heard the sob of
pain with satisfaction. Deliberately he brought the rod down across the first
weal. The man shrieked. The sound came to him like lightning, like something
that cuts the world apart, and with it cut himself off from the person he had
been the moment before. What am I doing? he wondered, dazed as if
suddenly ripped from sleep. The red man shaking and sobbing below him, the
heavy rod in his own hand--
Your servant defied you said the voice of the skies, the voice of the storm.
Now he suffers your wrath.
Wrath? He searched inside himself. But I am not angry.
Your brother was stubborn against you said the other voice, the settled heavy
one of earth. You enact justice upon him.
Justice?
He felt an instinctive revolt against the word, as though it were a slug laid
on his skin. What have I to do with a thing as cold as that? Do you not see?
This is my brother. I have hurt my brother. He hung for a
terrible instant between earth and heaven. The anger that had held him aloft
until a moment before was gone like an unremembered dream. The deadly iron law
of the world pulled him sickeningly downwards. And then he found his wings and
was soaring safely through the storm clouds and well above the tilting earth.
I am
Victor, and the will of my heart is all that matters. "Goushou," he said, as he flew
into sunlight.
Goushou
turned his face towards him, tear-streaked and hesitant. Goukou knelt and
pulled him up into his arms. Kissed his mouth, feeling the tidal wave of desire
about to break over him. The will of my heart is to have him, as close as we
may be. "Brother, I must hurt you once more," he murmured, but
Goushou's arms were about him now holding him tight and Goushou's mouth was
kissing his own and urging him on. He could not bear to have Goushou turned
away from him longer. He laid his brother on his back and the red legs came up
of themselves to open for him. As carefully as he could he came within, in and
in as far as possible, braced on his arms above Goushou's blind wet face.
Goushou's heat was all about him, melting his heart even as his body seemed to catch
fire from it. Quickly he began to move in and out, and heard the breath hiss in
Goushou's throat. Something touched his soul then and stopped him- no, like
this, slower, slide in easily, yes, there, feel it, that's the thing you want--
Goushou gasped. His eyes flew open and his mouth went wide and he stared up at
Goukou and cried aloud. His root emerged, stiff and growing. His legs clasped
Goukou's sides like a vice while his hands clutched at Goukou's shoulders.
Slowly and deliberately, not the fast pulse his own body urged him to, Goukou
slid himself in and out of Goushou's body. Like massaging a knotted muscle,
heavy and purposeful, while his eyes watched Goushou's twisting features and
let them dictate his movements. Goushou's voice turned to short desperate
cries. His body arched upwards as if drawn to Goukou's and spilled its seed in
the narrow space between them.
The will of my heart-- Never had he known such triumph. He went faster
then, hard and fast in and out of the soft flesh beneath him, and reached his
release in a burst of joy. Goushou held him as he crouched and panted against
the slick red flesh. Drew himself together and kissed Goushou's mouth, kissed
the salt-tasting eyes, the curve of the ears, the horns. Saw the four kingdoms
of the world laid out below him as he soared the victorious skies. He got up,
held out a hand to Goushou and pulled him to his feet, and kept his hand
fast-clasped as they walked to the bathing room.
Goushou unbound Goukou's braid, sluiced him down with many buckets and
washed his sweat-soaked mane. The touch of water down his back reminded him of
his wounds old and new; reminded him at least to be gentle when washing
Goushou. The welts were raw even if they hadn't broken the skin, and he was
achingly careful as he cleaned his brother behind. But Goushou's nearness was a
distraction in that wet and steamy enclosure. Goukou came emerged at the touch
and smell of his brother's body so that, bathplace or no, he had to press close
up against him and crane to kiss his mouth again. Goushou gave a start and
hesitated a moment, but then drew the resistance from his body and kissed him
back.
"Still on the ground?" Goukou murmured into his ear.
"Yes, lord."
"Ani-ue."
"Ani-ue. How not? And you are still in the air." Goushou
sounded sad.
"It is the victor's privilege to be free of earth and its rules
while the mood lasts." His arms were pulling Goushou towards him. "Do
you draw me back so I may be myself again." His mouth moved down Goushou's
neck and across his chest. He pushed him to the floor and tasted down the flat
belly to the beginning of the sheathe, and licked about its edge so that
Goushou's manroot began to emerge. That was as much self-restraint as he could
manage. He had to raise Goushou's legs once more and push inside him, and feel
the wince of pain in Goushou's body as he did so.
"I hurt you before though I was trying not to," he said in
regret.
"The victor's privilege," Goushou answered, around a breath.
"You are larger than usual from being in the skies, but I..."
"Ahh, I see. Come up then and sit above me, that I need not make
you sorer by moving."
"You are cut behind, ani-ue--"
"I do not feel it. Quickly." He knelt backwards, so pulling
Goushou up with him, who groaned at the movement. Goukou buried his face
against Goushou's neck, hidden by the wet curtain of their manes and by the
sheltering darkness of Goushou's arms about his shoulders and head. Goushou's
heat and weight pressed heavily on his thighs, trapping his root impossibly
deep inside. Sitting back on his heels like this he did in fact feel the
soreness of his unhealed cuts, but the ache of them was distant, as distant as
the memory of where they had come from. He was here in the safe confines of
now, and the only thing that was real to him was Goushou's warmth about him.
Yet he knew Goushou to be in pain from his own stripes and sore from their
coupling before. He began to play with the edge of the red sheath to arouse his
brother more and so distract him. Goushou moaned into his hair and the sound
brought him both satisfaction and relief.
"Have you come back for good?" Goukou murmured to his
brother's skin.
"Back from where, ani-ue?"
"Wherever you went to. Mantra or not, you were gone from me, and I
don't know where. Where did you go, Goushou?"
After a moment Goushou said "When I stood outside your bedroom door
with my hand on the latch, it seemed I found myself in a place I knew well. For
the ten days you were gone I prepared myself for shame and death. I resigned
myself to them as to a thing that must come as surely as tomorrow's dawn. The
world goes pale when seen from that vantage point. It is hard to care about
anything in it. I suppose, when seen from the world, it is the one who is there
who seems pale."
"You
must not go from me again," Goukou said, and held him tighter. "I
want you here, stubborn and sullen and angry if you must be, and not in that
pale land. For I think you have a fondness for the place and that it calls to
you, and the thought fills me with fear. If we must battle, let us do it here
on earth and as ourselves."
"I would not have gone from you had you not left me first for the
skies. And I can only say this to you because you have not wholly returned from
them, even now. For I think *you* have a fondness for that place and that your
soul yearns for its freedom, and if that is so what shall we poor earth-bound
creatures do?"
"I will come back. I must come back. This is no more than a dream
in a winecup, and I go on dreaming it only because it lets me have you as often
as I want. But I know my love causes you pain when you are sore already from my
anger, and that knowledge must bring me soon to earth."
"If you love me as you did just now, you may do it as often as you
please. In that at least you are gentler in the skies than on earth."
"Ahh." He nuzzled Goushou's neck. "Thank my uncle for
that, and blame him as well, for I only followed his instruction. You might
have said something of the matter before, though."
"What? 'Ani-ue I love and revere you, but your technique leaves a
little to be desired'? One does not speak thus to kings."
Goukou began to laugh, and as if that were the signal, felt within
himself the heavy drag of the earth. "Oh- no- Goushou, a moment
yet--"
"Hai, ani-ue." Goujou's mouth wrapped about his left horn,
flick-flick with the end of his tongue. Goukou closed his eyes and felt himself
coming apart. But when I dissolve it will be into him... And then it had
happened, the explosion and the landing, and he was...
Goukou the blue dragon, king of the Eastern Ocean, high king of the
dragon tribe, supreme commander of the army of the East in Heaven; and most
scandalously and uncleanly copulating in the middle of his own bathplace. He
opened startled eyes to Goushou's rueful expression.
"Ah," Goukou said after a moment. "I guess we'd better
wash again."
MJJ
July-Aug 03