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Forgotten Buddha (re-post)	By : talxthorn Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 1267 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gensomaden Saiyuki, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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TITLE: Forgotten Buddha

AUTHOR: Tal & Thorn (evilninja1979@yahoo.com)

FANDOM: Saiyuki

RATING: NC-17

WARNINGS: Yaoi, Xover, AU, some OOC moments, BDSM, ANGST

SUMMARY: Hakkai's hidden feelings are used to trap the four travellers in what we like to refer to as the Wild West show from Hell. Unnaturally close quarters and the pressure of one of the Ikkou's inevitable demise should they not cooperate force the boys to examine thier feelings for one another. Main pairing is Sanzo/Hakkai, but most other combinations are implied &/or explored. Some YuYu Hakusho villians borrowed for flavor and an original character or two thrown in for spice.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This tale is set after the end of the orginal anime series but before the start of Reload. We had a lot of fun with this one and hope you have fun reading it. Our beta PTK would insist, if she had anything to do with this introduction, that we tell you there is a happy ending for at least half the cast of our story. The other half... Well, it seems they have fallen victim to our Gel-Pens of Dooooom (Tal snickers at inside joke, thorn rolls his eyes and tries to finish intro)

Hope you have as much fun reading this one as we had writing it! We LOVE reviews and flames aren't bad either as we haven't paid the heating bill this month ;)

DISCLAIMER: The characters used belong to someone who is not us. The only gain we get from this is the dirty thrill of using and abusing someone else's hottie bishies. I repeat; we don't own anything or anyone in our fic that happens to belong to someone else. As for everything else, we've already called DIBS, so tough! :P

Authors� Notes: This was the short that started us on the Forgotten Buddha epic. In hindsight, it fits perfectly as the prologue to this story. Which Thorn would like to dedicate to Hakkai without whom the journey would never been as worthwhile.

~Prologue~

�And You Shall Answer



The only sound he could hear was his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. The death cries, the sounds of tearing flesh, the leering taunts of the arrogant demons, all fell on deaf ears. Cho Gonou had only one purpose, one thought raging in his mind, piercing his very soul.
           Kill them all.

           Turning, he brought the knife to rest in the gut of a young blonde boy, whose purple eyes widened slightly. He spoke as he died.
           �One day, I shall call out ha-kai and you shall answer.�



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          �HAKKAI!!� Sanzo shook the demon again. �Damn it, wake up!� It seemed he was having a nightmare, and his moaning and thrashing had awakened the monk in the bedroll next to his.
          Hakkai�s eyes flew wide and he sat up, gasping. The same nightmare. It had been several months, but never before had it felt so disturbing. One hand instinctively closed over the priest�s resting on his shoulder. �Sanzo,� he whispered, looking up into concerned purple eyes.
          Sanzo quickly covered his concern with annoyance. �You kicked me, you asshole,� he muttered, shaking Hakkai�s hand away from his. �Next time, try facing the other way, and give Gojyo a good swift one.�
          He tore his eyes away from Hakkai�s green gaze. �Now, get some sleep.� He lay down, back to Hakkai.
          Drawing his knees up to his chest, Hakkai muttered, �Yeah, in a minute.� He knew what to expect from Sanzo. He always had. The man was a Buddhist monk after all. And despite his overall shitty attitude, and general disregard for tradition, there were personal vows even he would not break. He had known that for years, as long as he�d known Sanzo� as long as he�d wished it could be otherwise.
          Slipping from beneath the blankets, once he was certain Sanzo was asleep, Hakkai headed for the shadows of the forest. He knew he would not sleep again tonight. Not with those sad violet eyes burning behind his eyelids.
          �One day I shall call out ha-kai, and you shall answer,� he muttered. He�d very nearly forgotten what 16 year old Sanzo had told him that night they�d first met. Hakkai had been on his way to meet his lover and Sanzo on his way to pray in the wild.
          The man Hakkai was to meet had been forgotten when he came upon the young priest, bathed in moonlight. Their meeting had been short, and when they parted ways they would not see each other until years later. Then known as Cho Gonou, Hakkai had walked away with the name he would one day claim as his own. And Sanzo had walked away with his heart.
          He�d loved another since then, a wonderful woman, as passionately as he knew how, but in her face there was always the shadow of the one he truly loved.
          To forget the lover he would never know, Hakkai dedicated himself, his entire life to her. He held nothing back, though even then, at 20, he knew he could not love her as completely as he should. There would always be another he saw when he looked at her face in the pale moonlight. Another he whispered to when they made love. And another he cried out for when the nightmares tortured his sleep.
          Gonou had sworn she would never know. She would never doubt that his love for her was unparalleled. And when she died, she was carried to the afterlife on the backs of the demons he killed to avenge her death.
          But that left him a demon, and pushed him even farther from the remote chance of one day being with his most secret love.
          �Ha-kai,� he muttered, leaning against a cozy looking tree and sinking to the ground. It was an old word, from the times when Shangri-La was a peaceful land, and meant �sweet demon.�
          Don�t be stupid, Hakkai. He just knew the name I�d decide to use. Somehow.

          Hakkai rubbed his face, and ran his fingers through his hair. Too many nights, especially since starting this journey, he�d found himself spending hours alone, rehashing the past or reviewing the day, searching for a sign, some hope that his devotion wasn�t one-sided. But, no matter what he saw, or imagined he saw, in Sanzo�s actions, when it was all said and done, he knew it was just that. He really didn�t know why he continued to delude himself. But there was no real harm in fantasy. Not really.
          Hakkai�s eyes closed, and his hands reached up to caress his own face, the way he imagined Sanzo would. Softly, testing the texture and warmth. Then more demanding with all his hand, not just fingertips. Both hands then, through his hair, over his neck, teasing at his shirt�s collar, poking just beneath.
          Lips capturing his, possessing him, leaving no mysteries as to who owned him. Greedy kisses falling over his face, his throat. Hungry hands coveting his body, feeling it through the thin shirt, leaving hints of heat on Hakkai�s chest and back.
          He could almost hear Sanzo�s rapid, impassioned breathing as he lifted the hem of his shirt and slowly, teasingly lifted it up over his head. Sighing, and sinking back against the tree trunk, heedless of the rough bark, Hakkai let the fantasy completely overtake his mind.
          Sanzo�s eyes looked down at him, a lustful storm raging in their purple depths. Rough, possessive hands pinned him to the tree. Hot lips played over his skin. The tree�s bark left long scratches across his back, but they only added to the dream. Marks from his lover.
          Impatient fingers pulled at the waistband of his pants, and Hakkai arced his hips up to ease the struggles of his lover. Sanzo�s hands played over his hipbones, thighs and ass as he pulled away Hakkai�s pants. Then his voice, soft and seductive, purred in Hakkai�s un-cuffed ear, ordering him to touch himself while Sanzo removed his robes-- a long complicated process.
          On the inside of his eyelids, Hakkai watched Sanzo shrug off the outer robes, then began the provocative striptease that was the removal of his black leather under-robes. Hakkai stroked his own cock slowly, savoring every memorized curve and shadow of Sanzo�s body.
          Once undressed, he fell to the ground, kneeling in front of Hakkai, hands on him again, just as hungry and possessive as before.
          �Sanzo,� Hakkai whispered as the priest drew him to his knees and roughly turned him to face the tree. Pressing him tightly to it, Sanzo didn�t care that the bark scraped Hakkai�s face, chest, belly, and cock. His entire focus was on pushing his hot cock into the demon kneeling before him.
          Hakkai couldn�t contain a gasp as he was opened by Sanzo, whose hand then slid over his ass and hipbones to grasp Hakkai�s cock. Thrusting, stroking, whispering obscene things against Hakkai�s neck, shoulder and naked ear, Sanzo took him. Hakkai writhed, moaned, submitted totally to the touch of the man he loved and desired more than his very breath.
          Though he tried to control himself, to make it last as long as possible, the fantasy had gotten out of control and Hakkai couldn�t hold back any longer. He let out a low moan and covered the tree trunk with shudder after shudder of hot cum.
          He slumped down and fell back onto the cool grass. Looking up at the moon, blurred by unshed tears, Hakkai whispered, �I love you, Sanzo.�
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