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Rhyming Games	By : rowen Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 5434 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: I apologize sincerely for making you all wait this long for a new chapter! This summer has been extremely uninspiring. Like murder to my brain. Now, with school about to start again, and a couple of lovely comments from a reviewer on a different site, I present to you the long awaited, much anticipated (right?) Chapter 10! And as an added bonus for all of you who waited this long, it's twice as long as a regular chapter. Enjoy, my friends!

Rhyming Games

Chapter 10: Blessed Spring and a Late Night Fling

Late one night, nested deeply in Gojyo�s twin bed, Hakkai tossed and turned in discomfort. Extra blankets had been piled on to ward off the cold, but still Hakkai shivered uncontrollably. He clutched his pillow closer and scissored his legs, hoping for friction and a little extra warmth. He burrowed his face into the pillow, warming his face with his own breath, but every effort seemed in vain. It was simply too damn cold.

Suddenly, he felt the edges of the covers lift up behind him, letting in criminally chill drafts. He reared up to turn and confront the source, but was halted by a pair of warm, warm arms circling boldly around his middle and holding tight. Frozen in shock, Hakkai then felt the body those arms were attached to slide in behind him, a long, solid mass of shifting limbs and firm muscle, drawing him closer and fitting itself along his back. He was forced to lay back down and allow it or risk falling off the bed. His head touched the pillow once more and immediately, a warm nose and pair of lips nuzzled into the back of his neck, making themselves quite at home and sending violent shivers up and down Hakkai�s spine with the temperature change.

He felt hazy. Adrift. The oddness of the situation didn�t seem to penetrate his sleep-clouded mind. But oh, he was warm! His own arms came up to clasp around the ones holding him, encouraging them, and he pressed himself back into the body behind him.

�Hakkai� Do you ever think about� things?� rumbled a deep voice in his ear.

�Things?�

�You know� Things�� The body snuggled closer and Hakkai could feel a familiar hardness pressing into the back of his thigh. He sighed in contentment.

�Sometimes I do,� Hakkai replied.

One of the arms wrapped around him slid south and caressed his naked skin. It went lower and a long-fingered hand found his patch of dark curls, carding through them and gracefully proceeding to Hakkai�s erection, which it stroked masterfully. Hakkai came alive under the touch and writhed decadently in his visitor�s embrace. He was pleased to no end that his own length was clearly a match for the one prodding him insistently.

A long tongue flicked out to stroke the shell of his ear, and Hakkai grinned. It slid higher, tracing the elegant point and sucking on it, causing Hakkai to buck and gasp in pleasure. The hand on his monstrous cock never ceased, and the other hand was massaging his chest, sweeping back and forth and caressing his nipples with each pass.

�We should do this more often, Hakkai�� murmured that deep voice, flowing through his mind like a musical scale.

Hakkai urged the hands on with caresses of his own, touching every bit of smooth, muscled flesh he could reach. He could feel all the sensations rising up inside him, and he knew it would hit him soon. He couldn�t remember the last time he�d felt this good. He began shivering in anticipation, his hands restlessly rubbing at the limbs surrounding him, feverishly approaching one hell of an orgasm�

Then he woke, suddenly, gasping for breath, still quite erect and shivering from cold. The blankets were twisted around him and his skin was clammy with cooling sweat. Weak morning sunlight peeked in from the window. Instinctively, he looked to the bedroom door, seeing it was slightly cracked, the way he usually left it. There was no sign, sound, or scent of his roommate in the apartment.

After a few moments of listening intently, making absolutely certain that Gojyo wasn�t home, he extracted himself from the bedding�s octopus clutches and limped the short distance to the bathroom. His thoughts went like this:

Dammit, this is the third time this week!

It was impossible to say which man was more relieved by the coming of spring. The last week of March brought the first not-completely-freezing day they�d seen all season, and Gojyo was out of the house like a shot. Hakkai went out into the woods to practice his chi techniques. When the brunette arrived back home late that night, Gojyo was still out, and Hakkai was glad for it. Finally the two men had space between them to breathe, to live their lives properly. That first day apart felt like one giant sigh of relief.

The warm weather persisted, and at last the tension between the mild-mannered schoolteacher and the incorrigible ladies� man seemed to plateau. With minds and bodies otherwise occupied, their arguments ceased altogether, which was no minor miracle.

Gojyo celebrated this by regaling his roommate with tales of his latest conquests, describing them in detail, with great enthusiasm, and a good deal more pride than was necessary. He knew Hakkai couldn�t care less about his evenings out, but as a defense mechanism, it worked wonders in getting his mind off the graceful line of Hakkai�s wrist as the green-eyed man raised his cup of tea to his lips. And Hakkai indulged him. He listened politely with one eyebrow raised behind his bangs and a mild, non-judgmental smile on his face. Even at one in the afternoon, while sharing a late lunch to help ease Gojyo�s hangover, as Gojyo groggily but cheerfully described exactly what Ling What�s-her-face and Sun-Something-or-other had done to him the night before with their tongues and their hair ribbons and a bottle of something called Blossom of Tenkai� Hakkai could not complain.

After all, it was working to keep is mind off things as well.

So Hakkai just smiled at Gojyo�s enthusiasm and commented warmly on how happy those ladies must have been to have won his friend�s affection for the night. Also that Gojyo should dab his cheek, because he had a bit of sauce right there and no, not even the tongue of the famous Sha Gojyo could reach it, and to use his napkin, please, that�s what they�re there for.

And so the world turned.

Gojyo would never tell a soul if his dick depended on it, but he was actually picturing Hakkai when he was with his girls. Oh, don�t get him wrong! Girls still did it for him! (In fact, he�d checked, that first day out. He had to find out if he wasn�t a complete fairy, after all. He�d found his girls and spent the day wallowing in blissful reunion. He was very, very glad to learn that he�d lost none of his charm, and none of his attraction to the opposite sex. And what do you know, they�d missed him, too.) It was just�

It was like having an annoying song stuck in your head that you couldn�t get rid of no matter what you tried. Balls deep inside a willing woman, he simply found his mind wandering. He�d be totally focused on the girl all night long, up until he was halfway through the deed, and suddenly there would be Hakkai in his mind� not replacing the girl, strangely enough. It wouldn�t be Hakkai he was plunging into over and over. (He just couldn�t picture that!) Just regular Hakkai, reading or grading papers or drinking tea or sake or playing cards with him. Smiling at him. Then Gojyo would have to drag his mind back to the task at hand so he could finish.

It wasn�t that he wasn�t attracted to women anymore. He was! It was more that he was�

�bored?

Holy shit. Sha Gojyo actually BORED with WOMEN? Heaven above, he�d never live it down.

Shh, it�s a secret.

It was Thursday, and Gojyo had a plan. A plan he was deathly afraid to carry out, but a plan nonetheless. He had to know.

He sidled into a place he rarely frequented, affecting a flawless air of ease and sensuality, and found himself a place at the bar. The room was barely half full, but it was early yet. The man behind the bar watched him with mild surprise as he ordered.

�Haven�t seen you in here much. Thought we weren�t your style,� the bartender said rather pointedly as he slid Gojyo his drink. Gojyo merely raised an eyebrow and gave the man a practiced smile.

�Every man needs a change of pace once in a while,� he replied. �And like you said, haven�t been here much. Besides� I figure broadening the playing field does a body good. Ne?�

�Doesn�t get much broader than this�� the man muttered, moving off and away. He wondered if the redhead knew what kind of bar this was. Not officially of course, but most girls steered clear, and the regulars knew it.

In fact, Gojyo did know what kind of a bar it was. It was all part of the plan.

It was all that bastard priest�s fault, really. Gojyo could accept that his body was being weird and lusting after his roommate for no reason. If that had been the only case of attraction to a man, he could have dismissed it as a fluke, but the stupid pretty-boy blonde had thrown a monkey wrench into that theory. He�d (painfully) acknowledged his attraction for Sanzo first, after all.

Gojyo feeling attraction for one man was one thing. But for two� that seemed a little too much like the beginning of a frightening trend. Which begged the question: if Sha Gojyo liked two men already, could he, would he, be tempted by more?

Thus the plan.

He kept his place at the bar, working his way through a happy procession of beers and Hi-lites, and scanned the crowd periodically as the place began to fill up. He had to be honest. He wouldn�t have noticed anything if he hadn�t been looking for it. A bar full of mostly young men, chatting and drinking and smoking and playing cards and laughing with each other. There was a smattering of females, but Gojyo kept his eyes off them as best he could. He was there to test his theory. And that meant trying new things.

He looked around at the sea of testosterone and suppressed a shudder.

Just what was so appealing about another man�s equipment, he couldn�t fathom. Girls were great because Gojyo didn�t actually have any of what they had. If he�d wanted a great looking guy with manly muscles and no breasts and a nice package, he�d never have to look any farther than his own bed.

Of course he�d meant himself, but then Gojyo remembered just who was in his bed these days and promptly choked on his beer. Recovering, he turned his attention outwards once more. No more of that, then.

He scanned. He drank. He smoked. He surprised a few guys by actually replying when they talked to him. Nothing sparked. He tried not to act too relieved. He drank some more. Then a girl with long, elaborately styled hair and a bit too much make-up came his way. Gojyo had seen her from a distance earlier and didn�t look around when she appeared at his side. He was supposed to be resisting after all.

�Haven�t seen you before, handsome. Buy a girl a drink?�

There was something weird about her voice, but Gojyo wasn�t paying too much attention. He was eyeing a guy off to his left, trying to decide whether the sight of the man�s well-muscled backside should be turning him on or not.

�Uhh, sorry, honey. Not tonight.�

�Oh, now, give us a look-see. You might like what you find,� the girl persisted in her weird voice. Gojyo, rapidly growing tired of this scene, figured it was only common courtesy and dragged his eyes around to look.

It was a man.

Dressed like a woman.

And that was the end of Gojyo�s plan. He could not have moved faster out of the bar without destroying it or killing somebody. He pushed his way past a veritable wall of interested-looking men, striving for the door. Dear gods! A MAN dressed as a WOMAN had just come on to him, thinking Gojyo was gay! The trannie had even made him look, thinking Gojyo would like him if knew he was a man! WHAT WAS THE WORLD COMING TO?! Gojyo was two seconds away from calling out his weapon to disperse a particularly dense knot of male bodies blocking his way, when he slammed into a petite, silk-clothed figure sporting a pair of very familiar cushions.

Gojyo paused, wide-eyed. The girl he�d run into looked up at him in turn, big brown eyes blinking in surprise. Gojyo reached out a hand quick as a flash and squeezed it around one of those lovely breasts. He nearly cried in happiness to find it was real, that this was a true, honest-to-gods woman in front of him, and in his glee, he grabbed her about the waist and kissed her breathless. After a moment she flung her arms around his shoulders and kissed back.

Gojyo released her lips and didn�t bother to whisper seductively. �You wanna get out of here?� he asked, breathless.

�Are you going to grab my breasts again?�

�Very possibly.�

�Then let�s do it,� she said, and dragged him out of the bar by one arm. He grinned like an idiot.

Trust Sha Gojyo to find the one straight girl who was just as frustrated by a crowd of gay men as he was. Hallelujah.

It was Thursday. The same Thursday, and a rather nice evening, actually. Cool, but not too cold to wander about in the woods. Everything would be peachy, but� Hakkai was still having those dreams. He never spoke of them, and tried not to think about them in his waking hours, but they were becoming alarmingly consistent. He handled it the best way he knew how, which was to chalk it up to his lingering anatomical frustrations and focus more determinedly on his chi techniques.

He�d been trying that approach for a week now, and his chi manipulation skills had improved greatly. It now took only a tiny, concentrated blast to demolish an entire tree, but he was tired of demolishing things. He wanted to practice healing, but he was nervous to practice on anything human. This Thursday, he wandered in the woods for hours, arguing with himself in his mind as the sunlight faded away and the temperature dropped. His thoughts went like this:

There has to be something more productive I can be doing with my time. But the only thing I can think to do is practice my control, and until Gojyo comes home with a bloody nose, I can�t practice healing. I really shouldn�t destroy any more of this forest. And every meditation technique I�ve tried hasn�t helped with my dreams.

The so-called demon slayer crunched through lingering snow and fallen debris, paying no attention to where his feet took him. It was getting cold, and his breath puffed out before him, but he was lost in his thoughts.

I should try again.

No, I shouldn�t. Just look at what happened the last time. Do I really want to be cornered in a bathroom with my cum all over the place while Gojyo beats at the door again? Why would I tempt fate?

Because I�ll never master it if I don�t try again, and I can�t be afraid of embarrassing myself in front of Gojyo forever. And really, he�s done far more embarrassing things. Honestly, of all things to be afraid of�

But I don�t feel in control when I change. Not really�

That�s the point! Practice makes perfect! Am I really going to be afraid to take off these cuffs for the rest of my life? Coward.

No! Not a coward, just� cautious. It�s okay to be cautious.

I have time. I have space here, and I�m sure I�ve gone far enough from the village that the thought of people won�t tempt me. Why am I wasting this opportunity?

Why am I?

It was horribly tempting. Just the one cuff. It wasn�t like he�d really lost it before. The only reason he became so aroused and got himself backed into a corner was because of Gojyo�s smells all over the apartment, and that wouldn�t happen out here in the woods.

Hm.

He paused just another moment, waiting for the cautious voice to chime in again, but it didn�t. He heaved a tremendous, world-weary, �why me?� sort of sigh, and reached up to take off his glasses with his right hand, folding them and tucking them in his jacket pocket.

With his left hand, he plucked off his lowest cuff.

There was only a moment or two if disorientation this time, and a single wave of prickly pains that rippled throughout his body. He closed his eyes as it ran its course, and slipped the cuff into a tighter jeans pocket.

Along with sudden new sounds and smells, the first thing Hakkai noticed was that his toes hurt, and with a couple careful kicks he escaped his shoes. His youkai talons had pierced right through his socks, and he reached out a clawed, tattooed hand to strip them off, grimacing.

Then he paused, still balancing on one foot, when he realized how perfectly logical his train of thought remained. He straightened up and took stock. He could feel the untapped power of his youkai strength, and the energy flowing through him with every breath of crisp air, but he was still entirely lucid and calm. Fantastic!

Should he try it? Hmm� yes he should. He cupped one hand and concentrated, surprised and ultimately pleased when his chi responded immediately. It formed a glowing orb in his grasp, even brighter and hotter than usual. He almost sent it at something, but he had a feeling it would demolish more than just one tree. He loosened his thoughts and it snuffed itself out. This was excellent!

He smiled a brief true smile, realizing how comfortable he felt in this new skin of his, then suddenly frowned, his mood darkening.

What the hell was he doing? Having fun?

He was enjoying being a youkai. The very creature he hated most. It shouldn�t be this way. His buoyant frame of mind sank like a stone. This was� this had nothing to do with fun. It was practice. It was research.

He was a fool.

He turned in the direction of home, planning on brooding and wallowing in proper loathing for himself the whole way, when his pointed, super-sensitive ears picked up the sounds of splashing about a mile away, and a girlish shriek.

He looked about, puzzled. He didn�t know quite where he was, and he couldn�t tell if that shriek had been a cry for help or not. Was it worth investigating?

More splashing drifted to his ears. Undecided and unhappy with himself and the situation in general, Hakkai growled low in his throat and took off at demon speed towards the sound, leaving his shoes and tattered socks behind.

**

�So you�ve really never done this before?�

�Never!�

�Well aren�t you glad you ran into me, then?� A playful, well-aimed splash was sent towards the perky pair of breasts bobbing near the surface of the water a few feet away.

�I believe it was you who ran into me,� Gojyo�s lucky find pointed out, smiling invitingly.

�And believe me, I�m glad, I�m glad!� the redhead replied as he slinked closer, a predatory smile on his face, his garnet hair snaking along behind him through the water.

The bar they had left was not in the part of town Gojyo usually haunted at night, which meant he�d have to take a more creative route back to where he knew he could rent a room cheap. He�d been debating taking a short-cut through the woods when he�d gotten a better idea. He�d led his willing woman to a pair of natural hot springs that were nestled in the woods. Villagers had set up a small boardwalk around them, but not much else. They weren�t very big, so they didn�t attract much attention, but they were shimmering and steaming invitingly in the moonlight when Gojyo spotted them, and they were perfect for what he had planned.

(This was a new plan. To hell with that old plan. Gojyo would rather never remember he�d ever thought of that plan.)

So here they were, frolicking in the hot springs at night, surrounded by clumps of dirty snow and trees, both naked as jaybirds and thoroughly enjoying themselves. The girl had been a great find, Gojyo reflected as he pinned her against himself and teased her ear. Playful, willing, great body� just what he needed tonight. He nuzzled into her neck just inches above the water and listened to her giggle. His hands had slipped below the surface and were amusing themselves with familiar territory, to the girl�s obvious delight. Her giggles soon turned to well-orchestrated gasps and moans as Gojyo worked his magic.

Girls really are the greatest thing, Gojyo found himself thinking. Who wouldn�t like girls? Even Hakkai likes girls, or at least he did at one time. The guy found his tragic love affair after all. So what if she was his sister? Hakkai was right to dismiss that, I mean when they�d been strangers all their lives, what does it matter? You like who you like, right? Bet she was pretty, too. I mean, she was Hakkai�s sister, so she had to have his good genes, right? Hakkai�s pretty face, good cheekbones, dark hair� wonder if she had eyes as nice as his. I don�t think I�ve seen anyone with eyes as nice as his and HOLY SHIT IT�S HAPPENING AGAIN!

Right in the middle of screwing this chick, and all he can think about is Cho-fucking-Hakkai!

The girl in his arms squealed a bit when his frustration caused him to thrust harder.

Stupid Hakkai and his stupid eyes and his stupid hard nipples when he�s shirtless and his stupid smiles that make me feel funny and the stupid noises he makes when he�s dreaming his stupid dreams that keep me awake at night�

Thrust, thrust, thrust�

What the hell is wrong with me?!

Hakkai surveyed the scene before him with mounting horror.

A hundred yards away, he�d been able to tell who was splashing about in the spring, as well as the nature of the splashing about, and he had known instantly that the girlish shriek had not been one of fright or pain. But the scents and sounds drew him to their origin like a beacon, and he was too frustrated already to fight it. A simple spring off the ground landed Hakkai in a sturdy tree overlooking the springs. He�d known roughly what he�d find when he arrived, but knowing it and actually seeing it were two very, very different things.

Gojyo was there in the spring below him, as expected. He had a dark-eyed brunette wrapped around him like a clinging vine. They made waves around them in concentric circles as they moved together. With a start, Hakkai recognized her as the doe-eyed girl at the library who�d checked out his books on youkai for him. Hm. Perhaps he shouldn�t have worried so much about her opinions on his interests.

Gojyo was thrusting up into her now. Hakkai felt he should be appalled by his own voyeurism � or even by the sight of all that wet naked flesh � but he couldn�t bring himself to turn away. And he was too tired to examine his psyche anymore. He just perched in the tree and watched.

Gods, they smelled amazing to his youkai nose! Gojyo�s scent especially was a hot, sharp tang in the air that swam around him with the steam of the spring and invaded his very thoughts. It made him dizzy� and, not so surprisingly, aroused.

With a resigned sigh that he was sure would be missed amidst all the grunting and splashing and gasping down below, Hakkai settled back onto the tree limb, his legs dangling, and carefully, woefully, undid his pants and reached inside. He didn�t even look at himself, content (miserably so) with the weight of it in his hand. It was too dry, and his hands were cool, so he licked his palm with a hot, slick tongue and resumed. He breathed in deep, hoping to discourage any sudden gasps he might make himself, and began deep, massaging strokes that matched the pace of the pair below. And he watched Gojyo, soaking in the sight of that long, lean, tan and muscled back as surely as he soaked in the scent of sex that drifted up to him. His breath formed billows of soft silvery steam in the darkness as he breathed as quietly as he could through his mouth.

The girl, he realized, was starting a running commentary on Gojyo�s performance.

�It�s good, Gojyo! So good� Oh! Uhnn� You make it so good! Never had anyone like you before. Oh, keep going, big boy! You got it! You got everything I want! Oh, Gojyo!�

Gojyo merely panted as he worked, the water slishing around them as he thrust obscenely.

Hakkai knew it was no exaggeration. He knew how big Gojyo was. She was probably having the time of her life. He wondered if Gojyo was always this quiet when he was with a girl. Was she not pleasing him? Hakkai�s thoughts continued:

Now that I think about it� hhh� oh, that�s nice� I�ve never actually seen Gojyo erect.

The question of whether Hakkai could blush in youkai form was suddenly solved as he felt his cheeks flame.

I�ve seen him normally� and I�ve felt it through my clothes� but I�ve never seen it.

Is it as big as mine is now?

He finally glanced down at the tattooed member in his hand. It was flushed darkly and the tip was deep red, glistening in the dim light with his own fluids. God, it was glorious.

How would Gojyo�s compare?

Hakkai wished he could see more than his friend�s back. Even with his superb vision, the spring water wasn�t crystal clear, and it was dark, and they were disturbing the surface of the water.

So he used his imagination, and immediately grew harder. He began to stroke more purposefully, letting his mind wander where it would. It wandered to his memory of Gojyo exiting the shower so long ago, naked and dripping and red and tan and black. Then to his dreams, where a playful unseen Gojyo pressed against him from behind, fondling Hakkai�s large cock in his big hands and pressing his own against Hakkai�s ass. Hakkai tried to keep still and quiet, but he knew he was failing. He was stroking himself wildly, just like that time in the bathroom, and now his other hand had left its steadying place on the tree and was teasing his big warm ball sac that was barely peeking out from his underwear. It felt amazing, and it was what he wanted, and he couldn�t stop it, not now, not anymore� He was a fool, a damn fucking fool to be doing this, but his body didn�t care. He could feel those heavy balls drawing up even now. The winter chill was no match for the heat that flooded through him, burning in the pit of his stomach and building higher and higher�

�Oh yes, Gojyo!� the library girl screamed. �Oh, yes! Yes, just like that! Oooh, right there! Oh, it�s so good, Gojyo! Don�t stop, don�t stop!�

Hakkai opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) and looked down as he could feel his own end coming. Gojyo wasn�t being quiet anymore. He was gasping and giving it his all, clutching the girl fiercely and slamming into her, eyes tightly shut. He was moaning every other thrust, and Hakkai realized that he and the half-demon were in perfect sync.

It was enough to finish him, and with as quiet a groan as he could manage, hoping the splashing water covered it, Hakkai released spectacularly in his hand. It would be a miracle if it didn�t drip onto anyone. The orgasm made Hakkai�s vision go white, but didn�t smother his hearing so well. Twenty feet below, the couple was clearly and vocally reaching their own climax, and not even the blood roaring in his ears could block that out. The girl was crying out in obvious triumph, and Gojyo was growling like a beast as he came.

As the splashing noises became louder than ever, Hakkai�s excellent hearing was able to make out what Gojyo quietly exclaimed as he released.

�Oh fuck� Oh fuck, Hakkai.�

To be continued! So sorry there's no confrontation yet! There will be next chapter, which will hopefully come soon! Stay tuned!!!

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