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Virilify	By : BlackberryPatch Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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18/5/31. Punctuation reformatted.

I do not own Saiyuki and I am making no money from this or any other fan related work.
Please enjoy the story, and let me know what you think of it. Actually, I'm not completely satisfied with how this turned out so criticism is welcome.
WARNINGS: yaoi, threesome, foursome, canon typical language, references to past rape, very PWP.

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"Virilify"
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When Sanzo woke, the first thing he did was reach for his gun. The fact that it wasn't there pissed him off more than worried him; he wasn't really concerned until he realized the sutra, hell even the fan he usually whacked Goku with, were also missing. He sat up slowly and fixed a glare on Gojyo, whom he was not surprised to find lounging indolently in a chair at the foot of the bed. Smoking Sanzo's cigarettes. Sanzo narrowed his glare a bit.

"Before you start any shit," Gojyo said around a puff of smoke, "hear me out." He tossed Sanzo the pack.

His head must have still been a little sleep muddled, because Sanzo didn't kill him on the spot. Making sure his glare was still well in place, he took out a cigarette and allowed Gojyo to light it for him. They sat for a minute and soaked in the nicotine.

"Look," Gojyo started without preamble, "we know there's something going on with you and, don't ask me why, but for some reason I got elected the sap who was going to make you talk about it. So. Fess up." He took a long drag, and though his tone was casual his eyes never left Sanzo.

"Fuck you," Sanzo suggested casually and smoked his cigarette.

"Well, if you insist," Gojyo returned with a leer.

Sanzo stiffened and reached automatically for his gun. "Shit," he muttered when it wasn't there. With an impersonal glare he threw what was left of his cigarette at Gojyo and rose from the bed to stalk to the door. "How about you fuck off instead? And tell the others to mind their own fucking business. I don't need you losers trying to analyze me or figure out what's going on in my life." Reaching the door, he put a hand on the handle only to realize that the door couldn't be opened from the inside. He whirled around and reached for his gun reflexively only to be reminded again that he didn't have it.

"Hey," Gojyo held up his hands in a placating gesture, dropping the butt of his cigarette and crushing it under his heel. "This wasn't my idea." His eyes narrowed as he leaned back even further in the chair and grinned. "But I can't say I don't like it. You and me, stuck here, alone... Any idea what we should do with ourselves, Blondie?"

Gojyo knew it was coming, and he'd positioned himself perfectly in the chair. As Sanzo flung himself at Gojyo with a scream of rage, Gojyo slipped out of his seat and, grabbing Sanzo by the wrist, pulled the priest down on top of him then rolled them over so that Gojyo pinned Sanzo to the floor. "Well, now," Gojyo leered. "This is one idea..."

While he'd expected a response, he hadn't thought that Sanzo's rejoinder would be as... forceful as it was.

Sanzo screamed at him again, rage and denial and revulsion joined together, and he threw Gojyo off of him- flung him across the room and hard against the far wall.

Gojyo pushed himself to a half sitting position with a groaned "Whoa," and looked over at where Sanzo sat, his eyes wide, panting with alarm and exertion. They both sat where they were and looked across the room at each other for what felt like a long time. Finally, Sanzo turned away and curled on his side, away from Gojyo, with a muttered, "Leave me alone."

"Sanzo." Gojyo crawled over to kneel beside the other man, his voice softer than usual. "I can't do that. You've been different the past few days. Everybody's noticed, like I said. We... We want to help you. If you'll just let us." He reached out a hand tentatively and touched Sanzo's shoulder.

He wasn't all that surprised when Sanzo flinched violently at the touch and stood and took himself over to the far corner of the room where he sat with his back to the wall and looked at Gojyo warily. "I don't need help," he practically spat the last word. "Not from you. Not from anybody."

"Sanzo," Gojyo said. He sighed, and let himself down from his crouch to lie on the floor in a non-threatening pose. "That's not true."

"Shut the fuck up."

Gojyo sighed. This was going to be harder than even he'd thought. And why had he let Hakkai talk him into this? Cause Hakkai said Sanzo'd talk to me... yeah right. He sighed again and closed his eyes. Maybe he'd just take a nap instead.

"He... hurt me." The words were so soft Gojyo wasn't even sure he'd heard them. He didn't move, just opened his eyes, and Sanzo continued. "That time, when we split up for a few days. I... I met... someone." He wasn't looking at Gojyo or acknowledging his existence in any way; he just stared at his hands, fingers laced almost carelessly together in front of his face, elbows propped up on his knees drawn up in front of him. "He was the innkeeper where I stayed. I didn't trust him." He said the last defensively, his eyes shooting to meet Gojyo's as if daring Gojyo to think he had lowered his defenses. He dropped his eyes. "But I didn't think he'd trap the bed itself." He stopped talking for a minute, and Gojyo practically held his breath not wanting to interrupt whatever spell had loosened Sanzo's tongue.

Sanzo took a deep breath. "So. I went to sleep." He turned his head, as if he couldn't even look in Gojyo's direction as he said the next part. "He was an assassin. But he said, now that he'd seen me, he didn't think he wanted to do that anymore. He thought he'd..." Silence, then, angrily, "I couldn't stop him, I couldn't move! I couldn't..."

He was shaking all over, and Gojyo couldn't stop from whispering, "Ay, Sanzo."

Sanzo flinched and seemed to shrink even further into the corner. "I don't want your pity, you damn kappa. Keep the fuck away from me."

Gojyo pushed himself up off of the floor, and said briskly, "Good. Cause you haven't got my pity. You're Sanzo. You wipe your ass with pity." As he talked, Gojyo moved closer to Sanzo. Seeing him coming, Sanzo stood slowly, back against the wall, and eyed his warily. "And it seems that right now, you're giving yourself more enough to keep you set for life."

Sanzo's lip curled and his eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth to shoot something back, but Gojyo kissed him before he could say anything.

Sanzo reacted quickly; grabbing Gojyo by the hair, he pulled the half demon off of him. He was about to say something, when Gojyo again cut him off. "He was the first, wasn't he?" He used Sanzo's surprise to pin the priest's other hand to the wall. "You never let anybody touch you. He was the first person who ever touched you like that." Gojyo's voice was slightly wondering, but not questioning as he stated what he saw as facts.

"Fuck you," Sanzo snarled at him, and viciously twisted his hand in Gojyo's hair and tried to kick him. Gojyo flinched in pain but didn't release his grip. "Let me go," Sanzo growled again, releasing Gojyo's hair to claw at his face.

"Sanzo," said a voice; not Gojyo. Sanzo froze and transferred his glare over toward the door where Hakkai suddenly stood.

"Hakkai," Sanzo said gruffly. "Get him off me."

Gojyo turned to look at Hakkai, then, without warning, used the grip he had on Sanzo's wrist to thrust him at Hakkai. Unprepared, Sanzo stumbled as Gojyo propelled him across the room, falling against Hakkai. Hakkai's hands steadying him, Sanzo looked up at the demon. They stared at each other for a moment, and it was Hakkai who spoke first.

"You won't say it, will you Sanzo? Not ever. But you've saved all of our lives, and when you didn't need to. You say you put up with us because you have to, but I think you enjoy our company, more than you'll ever admit." As Hakkai continued talking, Sanzo shook his hands off and backed away from him warily. "You've helped us. Will you let us help you?" Hakkai took a step forward, and as Sanzo continued to back up he backed right into Gojyo who'd moved behind him. He stiffened, but as Hakkai came toward him he was caught between them. "Sanzo," Hakkai touched his cheek. Sanzo flinched away. "He hurt you. It doesn't have to be that way."

Sanzo broke out in laughter tinged heavily with hysteria. "Touching people always hurts. You reach out to them, and they leave..." He sobbed out the last word, caught in a memory that would never leave him. "Master..." He could feel tears on his face and he shut his eyes tightly. "Why am I so weak?"

"Because you try to be alone." Arms came around from behind him to hold him and warm lips were on his neck; hands brushed over his face and a mouth covered his with a kiss. "Sanzo," Hakkai murmured against his lips. "You are strong, but part of strength is knowing when to accept help when others offer it."

"Sanzo." Gojyo licked the curve of his ear and Sanzo shuddered. "You are strong, but part of strength is knowing when to let those who know what they're doing be in charge."

Sanzo sighed. He could feel Hakkai pushing his robe open. He leaned his head back and rested it on Gojyo's shoulder. Fine. He'd spent the last few days seriously debating whether or not to put a bullet in his head; he'd just never quite had the guts to do it. But after this, after another night of the pain and shame he'd felt with that man- and now, this time from those he almost could admit he cared for, that he almost trusted- he figured he'd finally be able to do it.

Taking his nonresistance as the permission it was, Sanzo felt Gojyo's hands moving to help Hakkai undress him. Somehow the pair managed to shed their own clothing as well, because while Gojyo was working his pants off he felt Hakkai press his naked chest against Sanzo's own. He didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't want to see this happen again...

He gasped in surprise and pleasure, and his eyes flew open as his hands automatically went to grip Hakkai's shoulders. Hakkai grinned and licked the nipple again, blowing cool air over the sensitive skin. Sanzo gasped again, and groaned softly, experimentally, and did it again as Gojyo repeated Hakkai's action against the back of his neck. He could feel Gojyo's hands on his body, running lightly over his skin, as if looking for something. And when Gojyo brushed his side, just over his hip, he gasped again and moaned and Gojyo grinned in his ear, "There we go." And Hakkai's fingers joined Gojyo's and they danced in a wicked rhythm over his skin as he writhed and moaned between them.

But when they stopped- and Sanzo realized that he wasn't actually standing up anymore; they were kneeling on the bed, and even then his weight was almost completely supported by Gojyo whom he was collapsed back against, his head thrown back on Gojyo's shoulder as he gasped for breath- Sanzo realized he didn't want them to stop. This... this wasn't what had happened to him before, and, though he wouldn't admit it out loud, maybe they were right when they'd told him it didn't have to be that way. He felt... He was reminded of being with his master in the strangest way- though, he reflected as he felt Hakkai's fingers brush against his cock, Koumyou had certainly never touched him like this. It was more than that- not that the physical was the same; more so that the feeling of acceptance that filled him, surrounded him, was the same.

He was hard, his cock throbbing with blood and desire, and as Sanzo looked over Hakkai's body he realized he wasn't the only one. Hesitantly, he let one hand trail down from Hakkai's shoulder across his chest and down across his stomach. He paused and traced the scar that crossed Hakkai's abdomen, for some reason feeling strangely privileged; Hakkai wasn't as standoffish as he was, but he still wasn't someone who went around displaying his past to everyone. Sanzo's hand slipped lower, and he touched Hakkai's cock. His movements were slow, tentative, testing, but Hakkai smiled at him encouragingly and mirrored Sanzo's movements.

They knelt there, looking at each other, for a minute, until Sanzo grunted in surprise, suddenly reminded that Gojyo was still behind him, and was getting bored. Sanzo felt something pressing inside of him, and he leaned forward in an unconscious attempt to get away from the strange feeling. He remembered when the assassin had raped him- remembered the pain of a large object being thrust inside of his body- and while he understood that this was similar, it felt so incredibly different. For one thing, whatever was inside of him now was much smaller, and it didn't grate against him, instead it seemed to slide along his skin. He turned his head, to see what Gojyo was doing, to ask him what it was... When suddenly the thing thrusting inside of him stroked against something else inside of him, and he could only gasp a long shuddering breath as pleasure exploded through his body.

When he came back to himself, he realized he was shaking, and that he'd scratched Hakkai rather viciously on the shoulder where he'd grabbed him. There was blood on his hand as he looked at it, and Sanzo opened his mouth to apologize, but Hakkai shook his head and, taking Sanzo's fingers in his hand, licked them clean. Gojyo's face appeared over Sanzo's shoulder, and he bent forward to lick Hakkai's shoulder clean. The wound wasn't deep, and with this attention soon stopped bleeding. Sanzo looked at them, Hakkai and Gojyo, and realized as he watched them that there was a connection between them, something deeper than what he shared with either of them. With Hakkai's blood on his lips, Gojyo turned his face toward the other man's and kissed him, and there was more passion in that kiss than either of them had shown to Sanzo. He began to feel like an intruder, when Hakkai's fingers were suddenly firmly wrapped around his arm. Hakkai looked at Sanzo as Gojyo moved to kiss Hakkai's neck. "We chose you," Hakkai whispered, and abruptly Gojyo realized he was neglecting a member of the group and turned his attentions back to Sanzo. "We chose to share this with you," Gojyo said as he kissed his way down the line of Sanzo's jaw.

Sanzo shivered, but nodded. "Gojyo," he asked, "what..."

Gojyo grinned and kissed Sanzo on the lips. "Better than talking, I'll show you. Hakkai?" Hakkai nodded, and, with a move that would have made any gymnast envious, bent over backwards until his back was touching the bed. His legs were still folded under him, which lifted his groin and displayed him before Gojyo and Sanzo's watching eyes.

Sanzo swallowed, but Gojyo only laughed lightly and, placing his hand over Sanzo's, guided Sanzo's hand to touch Hakkai's skin. His fingers, with Gojyo guiding them, explored their way up over Hakkai's cock, and his balls, and lower, back between his legs, an opening. Hakkai moaned under his touch. Sanzo paused when he found the opening and explored it with a finger. "Here," Gojyo said, presenting him with a small tin of an unfamiliar, oily substance. "Put this on your fingers. Then you have to stretch him out, to get ready for this." He playfully wrapped the fingers of his other hand around Sanzo's cock for a moment, and Sanzo gasped. He nodded at Gojyo's words, and, as he slid one oiled finger inside of Hakkai, he felt Gojyo do the same to him.

It was a strange sensation, but not undesirable, and Hakkai was warm and welcoming. He inserted another finger, and Gojyo mirrored the action, adding, "Don't forget to look for this." And he brushed against that place inside of Sanzo again, and Sanzo had to choke back a scream. "Where?" he asked, and while Gojyo said, "Feel around. You'll find it," Hakkai murmured, more helpfully, "A bit to the left." He tried a bit to the left, and he touched something, and Hakkai arched his back and gasped and subsided with a pleased groan.

Sanzo touched it again, to make sure he could find it again, and added another finger, spreading them as he could feel Gojyo doing to him. "That should do it," he heard Gojyo say, and he looked up and met Hakkai's eyes and Hakkai nodded. Sanzo nodded too, and this part he thought he knew, and he moved, crouching over Hakkai, and watching Hakkai's face as he started to thrust into him. "Gently, gently," Gojyo put his hands on Sanzo's hips and guided him, and Hakkai's face twisted in discomfort for a moment, but never in real pain, and Sanzo let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

Being inside of Hakkai was... amazing. The warmth was like when Gojyo had wrapped his hand around Sanzo's cock, but more... complete. Sanzo didn't have a lot of time to adjust to the feeling, because Gojyo, hands still on Sanzo's hips, angled him a bit and pressed his own cock against Sanzo's opening. Sanzo tensed, but Hakkai took Sanzo's face in his hands and stroked a finger gently over his cheek. Sanzo looked at him, and relaxed slightly with a sigh. He closed his eyes and hid his face against Hakkai's neck and tried to ignore what was about to happen.

Surprisingly enough, it didn't happen. Or, what he thought was going to happen didn't happen. Sanzo could feel Gojyo pressed against him, could feel him entering into him, could feel him filling him up, but strangely enough the unbearable pain he was expecting never happened. "Gently," Gojyo whispered in his ear, brushing his thumb over Sanzo's neck. "Gently," Hakkai echoed, stroking Sanzo's face with his fingers.

Sanzo breathed. Somehow, the trio managed to get themselves upright again, and again Sanzo concentrated on breathing. He was surrounded, Hakkai in front of him, Gojyo behind, Gojyo inside, himself inside Hakkai. He was filled with... what was this? This feeling... This fullness. Did it have a name? He thought it might, but then Gojyo moved against him, and thinking was too much.

Gojyo thrust against him, which snapped his own hips against Hakkai, and that pressed Hakkai's cock against Sanzo's stomach, and all of them gasped in pleasure. "Sanzo," Gojyo said in his ear, and Sanzo turned toward him, but it was Gojyo's hands that wanted attention, as they slid down to cover Sanzo's own and guided them to cover Hakkai's cock. Hakkai moaned in pleasure at the touch, and Sanzo could sense Gojyo's grin that mirrored his own. As Gojyo's hands found their way back to Sanzo's side, and Sanzo's butt, and Sanzo's stomach, Sanzo tightened his grip on Hakkai eliciting a gasp from the demon. Hakkai leaned forward, resting his head on Sanzo's shoulder as Sanzo's fingers teased at his flesh, and he gasped, softly, rhythmically, something that sounded like a prayer. Sanzo turned his face against Hakkai's neck and kissed him, softly.

Gojyo was moving against him, sending ricochets of pleasure through all their bodies. Almost blindly, Sanzo reached behind him and ran one hand over Gojyo's thigh. As if pulling the idea from Sanzo himself, Hakkai trailed a hand along Sanzo's arm, following it back to where it rested against Gojyo's side, and reached up behind Sanzo to rest his hand on Gojyo's chest. Hakkai's other hand mirrored the first, and soon Sanzo was trapped in Hakkai's embrace, pressed between the bodies of two men, and as Hakkai looked at him before he reached over to kiss Gojyo, Sanzo realized suddenly that it was about giving, not taking, and somehow he felt even more full.

Gojyo's arms were around him too, and caught in a double embrace, Sanzo closed his eyes. He had one hand on Hakkai's cock; the other one came up to touch the other man's face as Sanzo leaned his head back on Gojyo's shoulder. He turned his face toward Gojyo's neck and breathed lightly against his skin, and was rewarded as Gojyo arched his neck back and shuddered the length of his body. Sanzo grinned and reached up to nibble on Gojyo's ear; the half demon shuddered again, moaned, and started thrusting faster against Sanzo.

Sanzo could feel something building in him, tightening his balls and making his skin feel too small. Hakkai groaned and started thrusting wildly against the hand Sanzo had wrapped around him. Sanzo tightened his grip reflexively as he moved between them, and with a moan that was almost a scream, Hakkai came, spilling over Sanzo's hand, as he arched his head back and his entire body stiffened as his orgasm took him.

Sanzo barely noticed the mess on his hand. When Hakkai's body tensed, it gripped his cock, still deep inside of Hakkai, and with a final thrust against Hakkai, Sanzo's head snapped back and his mouth opened in a silent scream as he came. His world exploding, he almost forgot Gojyo, until the kappa whimpered against Sanzo's throat and he could feel him coming inside of him.

The trio knelt, collapsed against each other, panting for breath, for what felt like a long time. "Whoa," Gojyo said after a minute. He kissed the back of Sanzo's neck. "That was something."

Sanzo blushed furiously as the realization of the acts they'd just performed struck him; but as he brought his hands up to push Hakkai away from him, he looked up into the demon's eyes, and he had to admit what it had meant to him. His fists relaxed and he sagged against Hakkai. He felt strangely empty; it meant a lot to him, that they had risked his displeasure and possible death to help him, but he was reminded that they were bound far more deeply to each other than they were to him. As if triggered by his thoughts, the door eased open slowly, creaking as it went. Goku's head appeared around the edge of the door.

"Guys? What's going on? Sanzo?"

"Goku," Sanzo breathed. He tensed, suddenly wanting to hide. Getting caught in the embrace of two men who were just as naked, and just as obviously post-coital as he was, was not something he really wanted to have to explain to Goku, or hear him whining about for the next weeks.

But Hakkai apparently had everything under control. "Goku," he said, holding out his hand to the other demon. "You were supposed to wait for my signal."

Goku came toward them and blushed slightly. "I got bored. And... I was worried. Sanzo?" He peered at the monk, as if looking for something.

Sanzo glared at Hakkai. "Signal? What the fuck is going on here?" He shoved against Hakkai, pushing the demon away from him so that he fell backwards awkwardly onto the bed.

Gojyo's arms came around Sanzo. "Relax Sanzo. It's not what you're thinking. Shit!" he exclaimed when Sanzo came close to hitting him in the face. "Hurry up and talk, Hakkai, or he might still kill us."

"Sanzo," Hakkai said, "we were worried about you. I asked Goku to wait, because I didn't think you would want him to see you. Not at first." Knowing green eyes captured Sanzo's and Sanzo relaxed against Gojyo's restraining hold. Hakkai was right. He wouldn't have wanted that. And, more- that Hakkai wasn't saying, but Sanzo could, for some reason, read in his eyes- after what Hakkai and Gojyo had showed him, Sanzo realized he could now accept and give to Goku what he would not have been able to offer him before. Sanzo nodded at Hakkai and Hakkai smiled in response.

"Sanzo?" Goku asked, worry coloring his voice, and Sanzo turned toward him. His gaze narrow and pointed, he peered into Goku's eyes, wondering if the monkey truly understood what had passed between himself, Gojyo, and Hakkai in this room. But in those eyes Sanzo saw far more knowledge than he would have credited to the boy.

"Goku," he said back, and Goku seemed to take this as an invitation. He removed his shirt and came closer until he stood beside the bed and reached up a hand to touch Sanzo tentatively on the arm. Sanzo narrowed his eyes and lifted both his hands to hold Goku's face between them. Goku smiled, looking deep into Sanzo's eyes, and then turned and kissed the palm of his hand.

Sanzo shivered. There was so much hunger and passion in that kiss... He pulled Goku closer to him, against his body. Goku sighed in contentment, his eyes drifting shut as he leaned against Sanzo, his face turned against Sanzo's neck, breathing in the close scent of the man. He pressed another kiss, lightly this time, to Sanzo's throat. Sanzo ran his hands down Goku's body until he came to the demon's pants which he still wore. Goku moved his hands hurriedly to unbutton the garment, but Sanzo didn't wait, sliding his hands between the cloth and Goku's skin. Goku shivered, moaning lightly, as he pressed himself closer to Sanzo.

Still, the pants needed to come off, Sanzo thought. Debating how he was going to accomplish this as quickly as possible, Sanzo was suddenly interrupted by two pairs of hands, the first of which finished undoing the clasp of the pants and whisked the garment down off of Goku's hips, the other of which lifted Goku bodily off the floor so that the offending garment could be completely removed from the vicinity. Goku yelped in surprise, and almost did so again when Gojyo pressed lips against his neck.

"You can't have him to yourself just yet Goku," Hakkai murmured, coming up to nibble lightly on the other demon's ear. Goku moaned. "We're not done yet."

Sanzo frowned at them, but there was a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Hey," he reminded Hakkai. "That's my monkey. I didn't say you could touch him."

"Your pardon, great Sanzo." Hakkai and Gojyo both dropped Goku immediately and returned to their places on either side of Sanzo. "Is this better?" Gojyo whispered as he licked Sanzo's ear. Sanzo shivered.

"Hey," Goku pouted, but Sanzo held out a hand to him, as Hakkai had done earlier, and Goku eagerly took it and kissed Sanzo's fingers.

Sanzo shivered again, Goku's eagerness almost overwhelming. "Goku," he said, and beckoned the younger man closer to him. Goku willingly moved in closer; Sanzo wrapped his arms around the demon, pulling him flush against his body. Hakkai and Gojyo, with a look between them, each grabbed Sanzo by a shoulder and pulled him back to lie flat on the bed. Sanzo swore, or tried to; Goku landing unceremoniously on top of him drove all the air form his lungs.

Not missing a beat, Goku immediately propped himself up on his elbows and started lavishing kisses down across Sanzo's chest, pausing to nip lightly at a nipple; lingering there as the act brought forth a surprised gasp and moan from Sanzo. The monk's hands came up, almost automatically, to bury in Goku's thick hair as the demon worked his way lower over Sanzo's stomach, pausing again to dip his tongue into the other man's navel, earning another gasp from the reticent monk. Sanzo's expression was one of wonder as he glanced down at Goku from under lowered lids. Such energy... such passion... directed at him? He knew Goku cared about him- he'd never really thought about how much. One hand shifted and his fingers stroked over Goku's temple, moving down to brush over his cheek when he raised his head to meet Sanzo's gaze with a smile. The smile turned into a mischievous grin as he ducked his head again and took Sanzo's cock in his mouth, flicking it lightly with his tongue. Sanzo's hands clenched reflexively and the breath he sucked in in a surprised gasp came out in a long moan. Goku kept his eyes on Sanzo's face, watching his reaction, and was unable to keep a grin from his face as he let the hardening flesh slide out from between his lips only to take it back in again. Sanzo moaned again, his hips bucking up against Goku's hand on his thigh.

"Goku!" Hakkai cut in admonishing. "I thought I told you we were sharing?" Goku raised his head with a contrite grin, and Sanzo moaned. Gojyo shooed Goku away from Sanzo's groin, himself and Hakkai moved in, hands sliding along the smooth skin of Sanzo's thighs and stomach as they took up positions there. Sanzo tensed slightly, but Hakkai leaned over to kiss him softly, and then Goku was all over him, covering his face and neck with kisses. He straddled Sanzo's chest as he tried to reach the monk's opposite ear, Sanzo moaning as Goku's teeth nibbling at his ear was accompanied by hands on his balls, hands shifting and spreading his legs, and suddenly an enveloping warmth surrounding his cock. Gojyo moaned; looking just over Goku's shoulder, Sanzo could see the kappa's familiar mane of hair; and, over his shoulder, Hakkai's knowing smile as something pressed against his entrance. Sanzo tensed, a defense that was automatic. He ground his teeth in frustration with himself, but Hakkai only said in his pleasant voice, "Goku? A distraction please."

Goku was glad to oblige. His hands came down under Sanzo's head to hold it, burying in his hair, as he kissed him passionately. Sanzo's own hands came up and lay along Goku's thighs hesitantly, reluctant to enter into wanton exploration of the younger man's flesh. Goku showed no such hesitation; his hands slid out of the monk's hair and came up to cover Sanzo's as he guided them over his own body. Sanzo's breath caught as he saw the expression of bliss on the demon's face as his fingers closed around Goku's cock. He almost forgot about Hakkai. Almost, and then he felt the discomfort of Hakkai entering him, which faded as Goku moaned against his throat and rubbed a nipple between his fingers, causing Sanzo's back to arch as he gasped. After a moment of stillness Hakkai moved against him, moaning into Gojyo's shoulder as the kappa embraced him and moaned himself as Sanzo's movements caused him to move inside of Gojyo's body. Their hands explored the familiar but ever enticing planes of each other's bodies.

Sanzo joined his hands behind Goku's back and pulled the monkey up closer to his face. Goku looked at him questioningly. Opening his mouth to explain what he wanted, Sanzo found he could only moan under a double assault from Hakkai and Gojyo. He managed to gasp out, "Goku... I... You," he brushed Goku's cock, "What you did to me."

Goku's eyes flew open wide. "Sanzo," he said softly as he let his fingers trail over the monk's cheek. He lifted himself from where he sat straddling Sanzo's chest and positioned himself so that his cock fell into Sanzo's waiting mouth. Sanzo closed his lips around the flesh, and Goku moaned as Sanzo pressed his tongue against it experimentally. "Sanzo," he whispered reverently in between gasped moans as the monk sucked more of Goku into his mouth before letting the flesh slide out as Goku had. Unable to resist, Goku started thrusting against Sanzo's mouth; Sanzo raised a hand and stroked it over Goku's thigh encouragingly. Goku's moans were the most arousing thing he had ever heard, the name "Sanzo" gasped out brokenly with every other breath. Sanzo's eyes closed momentarily; there was probably something incredibly and amazingly blasphemous about the most holy of titles being moaned by a heretical being that the so titled monk was giving a blow job to, but only a small abstract portion of his mind took note of that. The main portion of it was too concentrated on trying not to bite Goku as shudders of pleasure ran through him from Hakkai and Gojyo's antics.

In a frenzy of pleasure, everything seemed to happen at once. Gojyo's wild cry announced his completion; Sanzo moaned in ecstasy as Gojyo's body gripped him tightly, Goku echoing him as Sanzo's moan sent vibrating waves of pleasure through him as well. Sanzo tensed, his back arching as he climaxed as well, a weak moan pulled from him as he felt Hakkai come, and his hands gripped tightly at Goku's hips as the demon tried to pull away from him. "Sanzo," he gasped, "I'm gonna-" He couldn't finish as he shuddered and groaned, his hips bucking one last time as he exploded, his seed filling Sanzo's mouth. Sanzo swallowed reflexively, the working of the muscles of his mouth eliciting a last collection of whimpers of pleasure from Goku as his muscles went lax and he held himself up on his elbows to keep from falling on Sanzo. After a moment he swallowed and rolled to the side, reaching over a hand to stroke Sanzo's face lovingly.

Sanzo lay still, breathing. His eyes slid shut out of sheer exhaustion as the stress of the past few days and the antics of the most recent past caught up with him. "Sanzo," he heard Goku say softly, questioningly. He lifted a hand and let it fall softly against the demon's cheek, stroking his cheek wordlessly. He felt too tired to form words; too tired or too... full, perhaps. Gojyo and Hakkai gathered themselves and slipped out of the room, leaving him alone with Goku.

"Sanzo?" Goku's voice was insistent, worried, and he let a finger trace over Sanzo's cheek. "Are you okay now? I was worried about you before. We all were." He snuggled against the monk, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. "Sanzo?"

"Would you shut up already?" Sanzo growled, smacking the monkey in the head with his hand in the absence of a fan. His fan... He sat up and frowned as he glared at the door Gojyo and Hakkai had disappeared behind. "Bastard still has my gun. And the sutra." He glared evilly at the door for a few more moments before falling back against the bed, turning on his side to wrap his arms around Goku.

Goku pulled Sanzo against him, wrapping himself around the monk. The night air was warm against their bare, sweat streaked skin and Sanzo's breathing soon slowed and evened as he fell asleep. Goku lay holding him for a long time before his eyes also closed.

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