The ties that bind

Disclaimer: I do not own this anime/manga, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

AN1: Sorry for the looong wait, but RL has been particularly bitchy lately. First of all, I want to thank those who reviewed, thank you so very much! To be truthful, I usually only continue a story when it receives comments (good and bad alike), and that’s because, even if I love writing, I don’t like to do it only for myself, especially fan fiction, which, in my opinion, is all about sharing. So, this chapter is dedicated to you: msmile, Anon, purplekinkge and Davyn. Thanks a lot! :)

AN2: I realised the thing had a couple of typos and so, I’ve fixed them, although I’m sure there are still some around…

Chapter 2

Upon feeling Goyjo’s strong arms around him, Hakkai realised how much he had truly missed this. How long had it been since he had last allowed himself to simply lie down and be held? It surely felt like a long time…

As if on cue, the half-breed hugged him even closer, bringing their naked bodies flushed together. He felt large but gentle hands run down his arms and over his stomach, carefully tracing the impressive scar which marred Hakkai’s flat abdomen. One callused palm finally stilled upon it, covering it, and the healer felt warmth engulf the tender flesh. Suddenly but not quite unexpectedly, one of his shoulders was bestowed with a playful kiss, and soon a warm tongue traced the contours of his upper back until it reached his neck. Meanwhile, the half-breed’s other hand, the one which wasn’t covering his scar, moved to his hip, where it began a slow and torturous descent down the inside of his tight to caress it sensuously, knowingly, making something stir inside the former teacher. And when the teeth scrapping his neck moved to his ear, nipping gently, despite his tiredness Hakkai couldn’t help moaning.

“Gojyo…”

The half-breed laughed good heartily and hugged him again, apologetically kissing his cheek.

“Sorry, Hakkai, I couldn’t help myself…”

“Of course.” Accused the healer, still slightly out of breath. “You are just a cuddle addict, admit it.”

“So what? As long as his highness and his monkey don’t figure it out…”

“God forbid!”

“Oh shut up, you tease! How am I supposed to resist? It’s your fault for being so damn tempting...”

Hakkai laughed softly and let Gojyo do all the cuddling he wanted, it was the least he could do after ignoring his best friend for the last couple of weeks. And, besides, deep inside he knew he actually enjoyed it too… Suddenly, soft lips brushed his nape, and the half breed’s quiet whispering caressed his skin just as warmly.

“I’ve missed you, you know.” The lazy drawl resembled more a purr than actual words, and it made him smile.

“Now, now. And here I was so sure that having Goku around would keep you entertained for a while…”

“Quit being deliberately obtuse, Hakkai. It doesn’t suit you.” And the redhead made him turn around, pushing the healer’s back against the mattress to place himself on top of him, bringing their faces close. “You know that’s not what I meant…”

“Oh my, Gojyo, what an impressive vocabulary you’ve got. Who would have guessed?”

The kappa snorted.

“Well, maybe it stuck back then when you actually spent enough time around for your manners to rub on me.” He crossed his arms over Hakkai’s chest, holding his chin high to look down smugly at his best mate. “What the hell is wrong with you anyway, why are you mad at me?”

The half-breed’s words made Hakkai sigh, and he raised his hand to brush a couple of blood red strands away from the other man’s face, trapping them between his fingers.

“Forgive me, Goyjo. I’m not mad, just a bit tired…”

As if mimicking him, the kappa’s sighed too and also rose one of his hands to hold Hakkai’s own, bringing it from his hair to his lips to place a soft kiss in the open palm.

“You shouldn’t work so much, ‘kai…”

The healer brushed his finger tips against his lover’s lips, which curved slightly up-wards in a playful smirk.

“But we are so close, Goyjo…”

Strangely, the half-breed’s mood seemed to change and he looked away, although his hand tightened around Hakkai’s.

“You know, I…” The redhead paused, rubbing his neck anxiously. “I’m just not so sure about any of this. I mean, even if we succeeded…”

“Gojyo…” The healer’s normally pleasant voice turned harsh and he removed his hand form the kappa’s, suddenly distant.

“But, Hakkai, think about it! Nothing we can do will bring Kannan back, or Sanzo’s master, or…” He swallowed. “Or my mother… It won’t change what happened either.”

Uncharacteristically angered, the former human pushed Gojyo aside and sat up, regarding him even more coldly.

“Thank you, Goyjo, but I’m perfectly aware of that little fact.”

Hurt, the half-breed reached out, but Hakkai brushed his hand off and kept talking.

“This is not about undoing what its already done, but about making the hypocrites up there playing puppeteers pay for it.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I’m just saying…”

A sudden explosion interrupted Gojyo and, startled, they exchanged a confused look. Standing up, Hakkai warped the sheets around himself and went to the window with Gojyo close behind him. He didn’t like what he encountered…

“What the fuck is that?!” Exclaimed the half-breed upon seeing the rising cloud of smoke coming from the Western wall.

Narrowing his eyes, Hakkai answered.

“We might be under attack.”

“Under attack?!” Gojyo shook his head. “Nah, Kougaiji can’t be that stupid.”

“Maybe it’s not Kougaiji…”

“Who is it then?”

Hakkai shrugged and kept watching as another two explosions stirred the quiet of the night. His sharp hearing allowed him to discern the faint clash of weapons over the commotion, thus confirming his suspicions.

However, unexpectedly, before he had a chance to say anything else, the door swung open so harshly that it bounced against the wall, nearly hitting the desperate youkai who had rushed into the room.

“Gojyo-sama! Goyjo-sama!” The soldier was panting heavily and apparently so worried by whatever was happening that he didn’t even seem fazed by ‘Gojyo-sama’s’ glorious nakedness.

Upon seeing the youkai’s anxious expression, the kappa neared him and placed a steady hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, easy there, what’s the matter? It surely can’t be that terrible, can it?”

But the terrorized eyes the soldier’s turned on him made dread set in his stomach.

“Gojyo-sama, we are under attack and…” Stuttered the demon in a rush to then, terrified, whisper. “‘He’ is gone berserk…”

Both Hakkai and Gojyo’s eyes widened…

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Sanzo’s chambers had always seemed uncomfortably cold and dark to Goku. Since they faced north, the sun never granted them its warming rays, and so, a depressive and somewhat oppressive aura always haunted the rooms, although that might have been caused by the priest’s powerful presence alone. Regardless, if allowed, Goku would spent his entire days confined inside them, since it meant being near ‘his’ sun.

As usual, he found Sanzo sitting in the window ledge, cigarette between his lips and scripture in hand. The Seiten sutra, he noticed, the one Sanzo’s master had been killed for and also the one who would grant them entrance to the Heavens… His nose twitched in discomfort: the bedroom was particularly stuffy, heavy with smoke and lack of proper ventilation. However, drawing in his lips the brightest smile he could muster, the heretic sauntered towards his keeper.

“Hey Sanzo.”

The priest didn’t even acknowledge his presence, ignoring him, eyes fixed somewhere in the horizon beyond the crystal before him.

“Sanzo.” Insisted the boy, unfazed by the other’s indifference. “Aren’t you hungry, Sanzo? I was about to bring you a snack, but then I thought that maybe you would want to come with me.”

“Go away.” The priest’s normally silky voice came out somewhat hoarse, and Goku knew that that was also the product of too much smocking…

“Lets see, there is ramen, and tempura, and domburi, and yakitori… I’m sure there’s still some mayonnaise around too…”

“Shut up.”

The heretic flinched at the harsh words, but maybe his self-preservation instinct was faulty since, after taking a deep breath, he crossed the distance between him and the priest and grabbed Sanzo’s sleeve.

“Come on. You can’t stay here forever…”

The monk growled quietly and removed his arm form Goku’s reach, shifting so his back was to the brunet. Regardless, he made no sound when a pair of tentative hands rose to his shoulders, squeezing lightly.

“What’s wrong, Sanzo?”

“Don’t you ever shut up?!”

The priest outburst, although not unexpected, still disappointed Goku, who muttered a soft ‘sorry’ and buried his face in his keeper’s neck. They stayed like that, still like statues, until Sanzo’s cigarette burned out. The priest frowned at that, annoyed when he realised that he had merely taken a couple of drags, but he didn’t move to get another one, instead leaning imperceptibly into the warm embrace… That is until he felt the soft caress of lips nuzzling against his skin.

“Stop it.” He snapped, violently standing up and shoving the heretic away from him. “Get out.”

“But Sanzo-…”

“Don’t you get enough from that shitty kappa to come and pester me too!”

“Sanzo! I wasn’t even-…!”

“I don’t need a fucking whore that spreads its legs to whoever asks! Now, leave!”

Goku frowned, feeling desperation rapidly build inside him.

“It’s not anyone, Sanzo, it’s just Goyjo and Hakkai!”

“And that makes it better?!”

“What are you talking about?! It’s not like you haven’t-…”

“Shut up!” The blond’s eyes flashed dangerously.

“But you are not making any sense! They are Gojyo and Hakkai, they are strong! I wont break them!”

And they both knew that was true.

“That’s not the point, you stupid monkey! I don’t like sharing, and I don’t want soiled goods either!”

“You’ve never had a problem with this before! The four of us, we-…”

“Well, now I do!”

Unexpectedly, that made Goku snap, and closing the distance between them in a couple of strides he looked up at the human, expression defiant.

“But I’m hungry, Sanzo, and you won’t feed me! What am I suppose to do? Starve?! If you don’t-…”

“Ha, as if I would ever submit to the likes of you.” And the priest pushed his charge away angrily, crossing his arms over his chest. “Keep fucking with the perverted kappa for all I care!”

Those words rendered the room in silence. Neither man moved nor another word was uttered, but the tension was so thick it could asphyxiate. Realizing that his charge actually had no intention to leave, the priest deigned to look at the boy, and when he encountered the ageless eyes watching him closely, he found himself unable to look away.

“You don’t realise how much it hurts, do you?” Whispered the heretic without breaking eye contact, hands clutching at his own chest tightly. “This hunger inside me that it’s eating me alive…”

Sanzo found himself rooted on the spot, unable to move, enchanted by the intensity of the emotions swirling inside the large golden eyes before him, and the desperate voice calling to him inside his head.

“I’m starving, Sanzo. And no matter how much food I eat, how many times I get laid, or how much blood I shed, every day it gets stronger and stronger…” The boy fell to his knees then and his hands rose from his chest to his hair to clutch it just as tightly. “I feel like I’m going insane and everything is just so dark…”

And that’s when Goku felt strong hands grip his wrists, forcing him to let go of his hair and placing them harshly back against his chest, where they were held by just one pale hand while the other clutched the strands on the back of his head. Just as suddenly, Sanzo crushed their lips together in a bruising kiss.

Instead of backing of, Goku desperately welcomed the cruel gesture, granting entrance to the priest’s demanding tongue and battling it with his own, coaxing it deeper into his mouth. Sanzo tasted strongly of tobacco with a faint trace of tea, but the boy couldn’t have cared less; all that mattered were Sanzo’s lips moulding so perfectly against his own and the warmth that radiated from the blond’s body: a burning warmth he feasted in.

The searing hunger inside him didn’t subside, instead, when Sanzo’s fingers fisted even tighter in his hair to bring him impossibly closer, he felt it flare to live. However, it didn’t quite hurt any-longer…

Wantonly, he rubbed his body against Sanzo’s, yearning to bask in his ‘sun’s’ warmth, and when the priest finally let go of his hands, he buried his fingers in the beautiful golden strands of his keeper, deepening the kiss. The gesture made Sanzo growl warningly and made him retaliate by trapping the boy’s lower lip between his teeth… And so, when the metallic flavour of blood filled their mouths, a needy whimper escaped the youkai’s lips, but it drowned inside the monk’s mouth.

Long delicate fingers ran down his back, making the younger man shiver, and when they reached the hem of his shirt and slipped inside, Goku felt his own eyes glaze with pleasure. Upon feeling that warm hand against his cold skin, he broke the kiss to moan loudly, running one of his hands over the priest’s silk covered chest. A few drops of blood, - his blood -, ran sensuously down Sanzo’s chin, the liquid crimson bright against his keepers pale skin…

“Sanzo…”

“Shut up…”

Despite his order, the monk didn’t seem to object at all when his charge moaned again and tangled himself, like the monkey he was, in the human’s lap. The hand beneath his shirt resumed its roaming, and Goku rocked his hips against the priest’s, making both their breaths hitch.

Neither expected the sudden explosion which halted their movements. Soon enough, the telltale sounds of battle filtered through the closed window.

Looking at his charge right in the eyes, Sanzo muttered coldly:

“Make yourself useful.”

And in a flash, the heretic was gone.


Tbc.


Next chapter is going to be… Violent, very violent (Bwahahahaha!).

:)