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An inhuman human	By : TheFelnore Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5450 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: part two is here. I hope you liked the first one. Writing this fic proved to be difficult for me...to keep all of them as IC as possible, while coming to the culmination. Blah that totally blew my brain out.

Warning: language, spoilers for manga, anime...yeah and I made Goku grow up a bit physically.

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Sanzo jerked from his sleep when a feeling of wrongness washed over him. Violet eyes snapped open to greet three familiar persons sitting in front of him, illuminated by the fire. He slowly scanned his surroundings, finally moving onto himself. His mind went blank when he saw the reason for his discomfort: his legs and arms were bound and he sat propped against a tree. Speaking was out of the question what with having a gag in his mouth. His sutra and gun were nowhere to be seen.

Fucking perfect. Just what he needed right now.

His gaze travelled to his three companions. Hakkai sat smiling too brightly, obviously satisfied with something; the kappa leered at him, flexing his fingers; and Goku had no expression whatsoever, except that those golden eyes shone with such intensity, that the blonde felt his stomach churn.

The three sat at arm's length away from him, attention concentrated on his still form.

He studied them intently, trying to find effects of the Minus Wave or other kinds of hostility. Finding none he arched an eyebrow in silent question.

Before Hakkai or Gojyo could open their mouths, Goku stepped a bit closer to his Sun, gaze never wavering and spoke.

"Sanzo, don't struggle please. We just want you to hear us out, ok? We won't do anything to you, so just relax and listen, because it's something very important."

The firmness in the monkey's voice, made the blonde pause in his mental cursing of the Three Heads and his youkai companions. Studying Goku closely for a couple more seconds, the monk cautiously nodded.

When had his charge matured so much? In his current expression there was nothing from the cheerful and carefree boy - man, damn it, man! - he had known for years. Of course he suspected there were at least a few working brain cells in that head of his, since he showed signs of thinking. Albeit very rarely. Perhaps he just didn't want to see the changes in Goku, because if he changed it would mean that the only constant in his life for years would leave him soon.

He held no doubts that with maturity Goku would understand what he wanted: not staying in some stinky monastery with a shitty monk - fuck Gojyo for rubbing off on him - as his Sun, but in some nice city or village with a pretty girl or something, following his own path instead of serving as Sanzo's shadow. So when it happened, the only constant since his Master's death would be gone. Not that he would ever say that out loud.

Hakkai smiled even brighter and moved closer.

"You see, Sanzo, we have a problem here. To begin with: are you aware of youkai's basic instincts?"

The monk nodded, wary of the direction the conversation was headed.

"Ah, that's good. So I'll start with the explanation. All three of us are youkai as you know, no matter the appearance or what we were before. That means we have the same basic needs as those of an average youkai, though we can suppress them longer due to our heritage and mixed blood."

Sanzo rolled his eyes, letting the others know it wasn't something he didn't know already. Hakkai moved even closer, Gojyo not far behind.

"But we have a problem here. By chance or a twist of fate we are drawn to the same person. And that person needs to choose between us, otherwise the consequences will be...unpleasant. There are two of them..."

As the healer continued speaking Sanzo tried to sigh. Why the fuck were they telling him all this? He had nothing to do with their sex life. Damn, he killed youkai not conducted a research on their mating habits or possessiveness that came with it . Those three could go and fuck whomever they wanted when it didn't endanger the mission. Nothing stopped the kappa from screwing any woman possible when he had the time, so why should he be involved in their problems now?

Not that he understood their urges anyway. He guessed he was just repressed when it came to sex. And so he shot anyone who dared to come on to him. When Gojyo tried something, Sanzo thought nothing of it but another way to piss him off. The kappa was a womanizer to his very bones, so occasional flirting from the half-breed hadn't been something he payed much attention to. That's why he had yet to shoot him.

One didn't have to be a mind-reader to understand what Sanzo thought. It was so clearly written on his face that Goku frowned. Why couldn't his Sun see what they were trying to tell him?

Hakkai sighed: it was never easy to be an ambassador, especially when it came to Sanzo. The expression 'how the fuck is it my business?' was as clear as a day. Well, there was nothing more to it, than saying it out straight.

He reached his hand and pressed it to the monk's cheek. Violet eyes snapped to him, ablaze with anger at such intimate contact.

"Sanzo, the problem concerns you too, since, well, the person we are all attracted to happens to be you."

Gojyo would have laughed at the shocked widening of those captivating eyes if not for the fear of a following reaction. It was well-known that their prissy monk hated to show weakness in any form. And his current reaction spoke of it more than words could say. And usually when the blond realized he let it slip, the following anger felt like some sort of divine retribution.

Violet orbs burned with so much fury, that it almost felt like this gaze could incinerate everything in its path. Pale, still weakened arms, tugged at the bonds with all the power left in his human body.

What the fuck did Hakkai just say? He wouldn't be a toy! Not their, not anyone else's! Like fuck he would choose any of them as a 'mate'. They could repress their libidos until their balls turned blue and fell off. Otherwise he would just shoot their manly jewels off. Then there was the term 'mate'. Not lover, not boyfriend, not fuck-buddy, but mate, indicating animal sexual habits. Of course Hakkai didn't mention the word, but he didn't need to.

Sanzo knew enough about youkai to be aware of the right terms. To avoid all this the morons could just say that they liked him or some shit and wanted him to choose one of them, but nooo...they had to stress out that it was a battle for domination or whatever. And they wanted him to willingly reduce himself to a level of an animal? Sure the crazy ass Seiten Taisei was the Great Sage Equaling Heaven and so, logically and by all laws of nature, was levels and levels above him. But, well, did he care? Nope. Because in the end, no matter how strong the Sage was, he still was an animal. He saw him enough times to know that.

And wasn't it just hilarious that a Holy Priest Genjo Sanzo could be raped any moment by three youkai, that were the closes to him than any human alive? That smelled like a retribution from Kanzeon for not believing in her existence...or shooting her...or cussing out...or perhaps that was a payment for all the humans and youkai he killed in his life. Not that he cared whom he killed or not.

Goku's frown deepened as he observed Sanzo's reaction. Violence came after the shock wore off - in a span of two seconds. The blonde's beautiful eyes burned so brightly and hotly, that to Goku it seemed that something shone from within his Sun. It was alright while the man glared promising death to all of them, but when he started struggling, panic welled inside the brunette. The ropes around the pale bony wrists were tied tightly, he knew. So when Sanzo tried to rid of them, the rope bit into his skin, scratching it, tearing it, letting blood seep from the grated wounds. Goku hated seeing Sanzo bleed. But it was one thing when enemies were the cause of that, and a totally different when it was them who were at fault.

"Hakkai, maybe we should take off the ropes?"

"Are you crazy, monkey? He will kill us on spot. It's enough for him to have a free mouth to get his shitty sutra working. And I don't want to die yet."

"But he's bleeding!"

"Don't worry Goku, his strength hasn't returned yet, so he'll tire out soon. Then I'll heal the wounds and that will give him some time to cool off."

Sanzo growled low in his throat. What they didn't know it was that he didn't need to have his mouth free to activate the sutra, he could do it mentally. But he didn't want to kill them...not yet, not until they made something even more stupid than tying him up. But, well, most importantly, he hadn't enough power to activate it right now; and with the mental state he was in, if he activated the sutra, it could lead to a disaster, since his control was definitely lacking at the moment.

What made him even more pissed was the need for a smoke. He hadn't had a cigarette for quite some time and by the looks of it, it would be a while before he could have one.

Goku moved close to Sanzo, squatting and locking their eyes. A tanned hand reached out hesitantly, getting closer to the bound legs.

"Sanzo, calm down, please. Stop hurting yourself!"

The calloused hand finally rested on his knee and the blonde tensed. While normally the monkey was afraid to initiate any form of physical contact, usually tugging at his sleeve causing no discomfort for the monk, this gesture was different. After the information he got from them he sat alert to any movement from the youkai's direction. Goku's hesitant touch appeared more intimate than it should have been. Golden eyes, firm but pleading, refused to cease contact. The hand on his knee moved a bit up his leg, drawing soothing circles.

The motion in itself made Sanzo tense even more, but the tone his was spoken with stilled his hands in their struggling.

Right, he needed to calm down and let his body heal. He doubted they would do anything to him while he wasn't in top shape. That would just be too cowardly of them and the monkey wouldn'tdareto betray him like that. Of that he was almost certain. Almost. You could never know for sure what thoughts swirled in a head which housed Seiten Taisei. Not to mention that it wasn't a mere case of split personality. The two should have been one, but someone decided it was fun to hide the being's real power, make it insane on top of all and let the others deal with it. So yeah, the Sage and the monkey shared one mind, one head, one heart and so on. One's thoughts became the other's.

To face those bastards properly he needed to heal and quickly, so he could kick those three perverted morons right to the Hontou Castle. That way they could, perhaps, deal with the shit in time for his arrival. If they wouldn't get their asses handed to them.

Anyway, with the beating he took from that son of a bitch Ukoku it would take some time healing even with Hakkai's help. He had almost every bone in his body broken by the time his moronic companions found them and saved him from being erased from history. Though they wouldn't get any thanks from him with Goku and Gojyo being the cause of the few rest of his whole bones breaking. Hakkai was the only sane among the three of them.

He was sure that that shit robbed him of a few years of his life. Or what he had left of it a week ago. And he'd bet anything that as long as he finished the mission successfully the Sanbutsushin wouldn't give a flying fuck if he died or not in the end. Hypocritical bastards.

But back to the present. He needed to calm down, let the idiots think he would take their words into consideration so they untied him and get better faster. At least good enough to get back his bullseye aim.

Sanzo closed his eyes and started reading mantras in his mind. That was the only way for him to relax completely and clear his mind.

Green, golden and red met each other in confusion at their leader's actions. Goku had yet to remove his hand from Sanzo's leg and he was intent on keeping it there. It just felt too nice finally touching the man somewhere aside from the cream-colored sleeve. Every time the blonde ruffled his hair the smaller brunette was in utter bliss. Sadly those times were few and far between. Perhaps, if Sanzo touched him this way a little more often Goku's cravings for flesh to flesh contact wouldn't be as bad as they were now. It simply hurt without feeling that pale body close to him.

Hakkai and Gojyo, both of them, tried to touch the monk whenever they could.

The green-eyed man could afford it without giving any reason to suspect him of anything funny. Every time the blonde was injured, Hakkai touched him and healed him. No one noticed if his hands lingered longer than necessary or if the touch was more tender than usual. He allowed himself to trace wiry muscles under that delicate alabaster skin. He noticed a long time ago that it bruised too easily: one didn't have to apply much pressure to leave marks and turn it a bluish color. Sanzo's whole body was thin and fragile, not made for battle. It should have been kept protected from even the slightest harm, not to mention warring with youkai, Gods and madmen.

Gojyo couldn't help but stare at the usually pale face losing all the traces of emotions. Even with bruises and scratches decorating it Sanzo still managed to look breathtakingly beautiful. Though nothing could compare with the sight of him reading mantras in the rays of the rising sun. Although he had yet to see those beautiful features displaying pleasure, lust and want. He would bet his long - super sexy - hair that nothing could ever beat that.

The monk might not know why he flirted with him from time to time, when he was sure he wouldn't be having a new ventilation hole in his head, and he wouldn't tell him just yet. He needed to touch the man, he craved physical contact with that body that just called out to his instincts. He assumed that it was the same for Hakkai and Goku. One had to be blind not to see the meaning behind fleeting, hesitant touches. Well, not exactly blind, but he knew what to look for. But since he was impertinent and perverted and everyone knew it, he just took advantage of his image. It was too convenient not to.

The more time he spent around the monk the more protective of him he became. Whenever some dumb ass hurt the blonde he wanted to rip their guts out and force them eat it. But he kept himself in check to be sure that Sanzo wouldn't notice anything strange in his behavior. Until now he didn't need the monk to know what happened to them all behind his slim back.

Violet eyes slowly opened, revealing no traces of anger but carefully maintained blankness. The three non-human companions exchanged glances, something was up. Sanzo wasn't a man who tolerated what he didn't like. Curios gazes returned back to the blonde.

"Sanzo, can you promise us to think about what I just told you?"

The priest wanted to scoff and tell them to fuck off, but refrained from ruining his blank expression. Besides, he couldn't speak anyway. So if he wanted to be able to do that any time soon, he needed to play his cards right. Something, that suspiciously felt like his heart, - damn that useless muscle for causing unnecessary attachments - flipped in his chest as he nodded slightly in answer to Hakkai's question.

"Good. Goku will remove the cloth from your mouth and then we'll untie you. Please don't do anything risky for your health. You're not completely healed yet."

As tanned arms got to working on the gag, the blonde rolled his eyes. Like he could do anything right now. They personally saw to it that he had no gun and harissen on him. And unfortunately (for him) he wouldn't be able to use sutra that day. Damn Ukoku for being a such a strength sucker.

When he was finally free, the three men drew off, eyes never leaving him. Sanzo regarded them with a calm look, calling out to his practically non-existent patience. He would have loved to let his temper run riot right that fucking moment. But...there was always a but when it came to his so-called companions, which irritated him even more. He had to wait if he wanted to dish it out to them to the fullest. That was, if they didn't act on their impulses before that. Someone up there - definitely a gender confused old hag - was laughing her -his? its? - ass off at his expense, he just knew it.

Sanzo refrained from rubbing his sore wrists and refused to let Hakkai heal them. So when the green-eyed man stepped closer to do his magic on them, the monk tensed and let a small portion of anger he felt seep into his gaze.

"Don't come near me, Hakkai. Not now."

The healer frowned slightly.

"But Sanzo, I need to heal those."

"I said no. It's not that serious. Should be ok in a couple of days."

Gathering all of his strength, Sanzo slowly lifted his body forcing his weakened legs to hold his weight and stop shaking. He kept his expression blank, careful not show anything. He just wasn't sure what he could show and not in front of them right now. He needed to digest the situation he ended up in and find a way to avoid it. He really didn't need any more complications on their journey. Unhurriedly, but firmly the blonde made it to their luggage and dug out his leather gloves (should have been made of silk, but with the amount of injuries he had been getting, leather served better for protection) and tugged them on, hiding his bruised and slightly bleeding wrists. If they didn't see his damaged arms they should stop fretting.

All the while he could feel three pairs - two and a half, one green artificial eye didn't count - of eyes on him, forcing him to feel like a prey living its last days. He shook off the feeling. Sure, the three idiots were predators by their nature, but like hell he would feel intimidated by them!

"I'm taking the watch now, so give me my gun and cigarettes back."

Since it was obvious that Sanzo wouldn't be able to sleep now, the trio just sighed and did as asked/commanded, seeing no point in arguing.

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As the monk sat alone smoking before the camp fire, his mind couldn't help but return to the one-sided conversation they had that evening. Did they really think he would agree to something like that? Seriously, knowing him they should have thrown the idea away form the start.

But...there it was, that 'but' again...if he were completely honest with himself, no matter how much he grumbled and cursed, he could feel a twinge in his heart. When had he started caring for them? Stupid reincarnations and stupid attachments. How could they not realize that they asked too much of him? He didn't know if he could even afford having a relationship with anyone - not that he wanted one. He had too little time left and wasting his strength on something that wouldn't last long and only hurt the other person in the end seemed pointless.

Besides, choosing one at the risk of the other two going on a rampage? Fucking brilliant. They made it sound so easy, when there was no easy solution except for killing them all. Or himself for that matter. Apparently, he was destined to lead a miserable life from the very start. And the end promised to be anything but boring: either death by one of the enemies' hand (and he had a lot of those); death by being erased like a pencil from paper by the sutra, or being torn apart by three nearing-rutting-season-partly-youkai/sage/human-companions. He definitely wouldn't die of old age.

And just to spite the Sanbutsushin and those stupid monks he wouldn't even lift a finger to find a replacement for himself, someone to guard the sutras if they made it back safely. They had worked his ass into the ground for years forgetting he wasn't even a demigod. He was a human that could do only so much. And for that they could go and bust their asses in search for a new suitable Sanzo.

But that wouldn't happen for quite some time, so better not to dwell on it.

"Fucking ridiculous."

Even now he could feel pressure of heavy gazes on him, boring holes in his back, willing him to do something.

Sanzo tensed, but sat unmoving by the fire. He just had no fucking clue what to do.

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A couple of days passed in an awkward semblance of normalcy, all four ignoring the tense air between them. Mostly on the blonde's part. He refused to acknowledge them more than was necessary for the mission, settling for ignoring all their arguments and meaningless chatter. He didn't even react to the jabs to his looks, courtesy of the stupid kappa. Sanzo simply pretended that his stupid companions didn't exist, only miraculously appearing in time of need.

He still didn't know what to do about them. Shooting the moronic trio would only endanger the mission. Besides, he didn't really want to kill them. Undeniably, he'd finish them off without a second thought were they influenced by the Minus Wave. But that would be to alleviate their misery and, well, to protect his hide. Anyway, even though he refused to say it, they were still close to him and he cared. There was no one else in his life now, besides those fucked up dumbasses. And ruining their bond that obviously came from the previous life - whatever it may have been - happened to be a task too hard even for him.

What made his headache even worse, however, was how in the stinking world had the three shitheads managed to grow any kind of attraction to him. He was neither the kindest person around, far from it, nor the nicest. They travelled for a long time and met too many different people. So how was it possible for all three of them to aim for his pale ass?

Did it have a sign on it that said 'kill me or fuck me'? Because it most definitely seemed to be the case, since...since Buddha knows when.

But really, how could three different persons possibly want the same?

Hakkai, the mild, polite, soft-spoken guy with a kind heart, sense of duty and a good conscience, turned an avenger, murderer in the span of one night. Never mind that he slept with his own sister, confirming the saying that one had to be wary of the silent ones, because you never knew what shit went through their mind. But aside from that Hakkai was a good man that was more suited to be a sane, loving husband, teaching in the mornings and playing with kids in the evening after getting all chummy with a pretty wife, than getting his hands even more dirty with blood and going after a man's ass.

Had the turning into youkai switched his brain into another mode or something? Or was it the change of the names?

Then there was Gojyo, who simply made no sense whatsoever. Wasn't it strange for a seasoned womanizer to want a man? If someone told Sanzo that the half-breed went after men a week ago, he'd think that the world ended before such happened. And he'd be horribly wrong. The sexual attraction could be understandable if youkai had mating seasons. And Sanzo looked feminine enough to be seen as a replacement. Fuck, even saying that he partly resembled a woman in his head made him angry. But that had been proven many times by fuckers confusing him with being one. Until he opened his mouth of course: no woman could have a voice as low as his, otherwise it would be freaky.

So, in reality there were no mating seasons for youkai. Most of them were loyal to one partner for their whole life - Gojyo was just a half-breed whore - or if the Minus Wave fried their brain completely, which applied to mentally weak bastards, they killed, fucked and ate everything that moved. In short, before the shit hit the fan, youkai and humans were pretty much alike in their behavior, the only major difference being the former's practically unshakable loyalty due to their more animalistic nature.

With that said, the red-head made absolutely no sense to the monk.

Son Goku. Goku was a pain in the ass like no other. He whined, shouted, jumped all around and simply behaved like the monkey he was. His want for Sanzo's ass could easily be attributed to the idiot being attached to the blonde only due to the fierce loyalty he had to his saviour. Once that wore off he'd understand that he mixed up admiration - the blonde scoffed at the word - and sexual attraction. Sanzo was simply the only person the monkey had known for years and trusted - even though he shouldn't have - fully.

And it wasn't long before Goku came to a realization that he didn't really want anything intimate with the blonde, no matter if it was even only physical. Knowing the idiot, he would begin to stammer apologies, feel embarrassed and afraid or something. Goku was maturing with frightening speed, as if catching up with the 500 years of development that he missed. All the food that he inhaled like a black hole finally served its purpose: bones growing longer and stronger, muscles turning from wiry to bulky making the tanned form more shapely and warrior-looking, losing all the traces of baby fat. AND it also seemed that Goku's brain cells were multiplying too.

A year or so and the Sage would mature nicely into a man that he should have turned into 500 years ago. Now it was only a matter of time before he let go of his childish attachment to Sanzo and went his own road.

All that sorted out, the final step was to convince them to listen to the voice of reason, without triggering any aggression. As far as he knew there could be no feelings involved into this shit. Apparently, he needed to do it as soon as possible, because the hard stares that he received from his companions burned his skin and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand.

Shit.

...

Triple shit.

He was the only person in the whole shitty and madness-infested world that could possibly end up in a situation like that. One tiny room with four beds. Of all the rotten luck...at least he was the closest to the window and jumping from the second floor in case of emergency he could handle. Although it was totally not wise what with the hunting after his blood and sutra going on. A desperate voice in his head said that while he could be attacked from both ways, he could also dodge in both directions. Just keep alert and focused.

He sat on the windowsill smoking another cigarette hoping against hope that the idiots would just go to sleep leaving him to his thoughts. He almost snorted when all the conversations stilled and he felt being stared at. Sanzo really didn't want to have to talk about it right now. But did he really have a choice? Sighing he turned his head slightly to look at them. If he didn't know he had all their attention concentrate on him, he would have jumped out of his skin at the stares. Creepy. But what unnerved him a little was the intensity of those multi-colored gazes.

Fuck.

"What the hell do you want?"

Usually, Goku would have flinched at least a little at such a harsh tone, but right now he sat like an unmovable stone, inclining his head to the side as if saying 'who's the idiot now, asking such an obvious thing?' Sanzo could reluctantly agree with him. But when had he ever agreed to the insults, especially from the monkey? That's right, never and he wasn't about to start now.

The silence stretched making his whole body tense, muscles almost cramping. What the fuck did they play at? Now he was getting angry.

"Well?"

"Oh." Hakkai blinked. The monk scowled. He couldn't afford having them like this in a battle.

"Spill it out."

"I'm pretty sure you can guess what we wanna talk about, eh, Princess?"

The blonde shot Gojyo an irritated look, but held the retort back. Arguing wouldn't get them anywhere.

"Sanzo, have you thought about what I told you? We need to hear your decision soon, because our control over the instincts is not everlasting. We might do something we all will regret later if you keep on postponing your answer."

"Tch, fucking animals." The red-head was about to blow a fuse when violet eyes glared at him, promising a bullet between his eyes of he opened his mouth now. Not that the pervert knew he wouldn't shoot them. Well, wouldn't shoot to kill at least. "And how do you plan to do this? You mean to tell me that if I choose one moron out of the three of you, the other two idiots will just accept it and go about their fucking business? That's it? No violence, no blood, no anything?"

IF the answer to the question miraculously happened to be yes, then he would simply choose Goku and end this freaky circus. The monkey would be the easiest to control and convince of this whole charade being a fluke.

Hakkai scratched his chin thoughtfully and exchanged glances with the other two.

"Well~"

Sanzo nearly groaned. He should have known.

"You fucking idiots. You're giving me a choice in a situation where I have none. Fucking perfect."

"Um...We just not sure if it will work having you decide on one of us. Our control maybe strong enough not to go after you got claimed. But in all honesty there is no certain way to know."

"Shitheads. I should have fucking killed you all in the beginning." Sanzo took a deep drag and gathered all the patience he wasn't known for. "Now that it's clear that picking one loser won't solve anything...you're fucking insane if you thought I would go along with that shit of yours. And you're clearly delusional if you assumed I will just take whatever you throw at me."

"But Sanzooo..."

"Shut the fuck up, you little shit. I'm not done yet. First you tie me up in the middle of the night, hiding away my gun and FUCKING TOUCHING MY SUTRA! Then you force me to face the fact that I MUST pick one of you scum. What brain dead jackass told you that I have any responsibility for your sex life? I don't care who do you go screwing around, the blasted roach is a perfect example. Go find another piece of ass someplace else and leave me the fuck alone. You're not animals in rut, control your dicks before I decide to rid you of them once and for all."

Turning away but still keeping the three in his peripheral vision, Sanzo took a deep drag, letting the nicotine soothe his nerves. He didn't mean to shout at them, but he was so highly strung that without any further thought he gave into the urge. Besides, it was a normal behavior for him.

Hakkai shook his head in a reprimanding manner as if he was dealing with a disobedient child. That notion only served to frustrate Sanzo further.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

This time Gojyo grinned at their leader, leaving the said man fuming.

"You do realize that if you do nothing we'll just rape you one day, don't you Saaanzo-sama? In normal circumstances, meaning being 100% human, we wouldn't do that...probably. Buuut, we're not exactly fully human as you know and our sex drive is higher, so we can't just ignore it."

The wink he received from the red-head and the casual tone he spoke with about rape made something in his stomach grow cold. How the fuck did he end up in a situation like this? In stead of jumping out the window, the monk only snorted.

"So? What will you accomplish by raping me? I won't be willing to turn into your personal whore after that. I'll only hate you and kill you when it's convenient for me. I'm pretty sure you won't care how I feel about this shit. What about you Goku, Hakkai? Should I watch out for a knife in my back from you?"

"Sanzo, please! Don't do it any harder for us than it already is! You know I would hate myself if it came to something like that. But wanting to claim you is not something we can control!"

The healer nodded.

"Goku is right. We have controlled it long enough. If we weren't afraid of what we might accidentally do to you when the urge takes over then we wouldn't have brought up this topic. We don't want to harm you, Sanzo, but that's slowly getting out of control. I'll speak for myself: I'm not sure when I snap. But I can feel that time coming closer."

The Sage stood up from the bed and made a few steps towards the monk.

"Sanzo, no one of us wants you to be our...whore...or anything awful as that. It's not that we just want to use you for mating. We wanted you to be our lover."

The blonde wondered when the hell had his charge became so eloquent, free with words and...bold. The Goku he knew would have been blushing madly by now. The man in front of him stared hard at him, golden burning with determination. It was a wonder no girl...or guy had snatched him yet...

Wait...waitwaitwait...

"Our? What the fuck do you mean 'our'?"

Hakkai smiled charmingly at him.

"You see, we suspected that choosing one of us wouldn't work. So we agreed that as long as you payed attention to all of us, we would be able to hold back from fighting each other."

If Sanzo was a lesser man he would have choked on the smoke that he was inhaling like some sort of reviving substance. He just chuckled bitterly.

"Only you have a huge ass flaw in you plan." All eyes were on Sanzo, but he didn't look angry right now, simply incredibly tired, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. "Do you even understand what you're asking of me? I'm a human and dealing with you dolts will kill me faster than any enemy could. There are three of you for fuck's sake. One human for three youkai - don't you think it'll be a bit too much for me? I may be a Sanzo Priest, but I don't have the energy to play any bed-games with a being that is obviously physically stronger than me. Not to mention all three."

It appeared that none of them were waiting for simple truth come out of his mouth. They had thought he would bitch and curse, bite their heads off, but...nothing ever hurt more than the truth. Sanzo reached out for a new cigarette, lighting it and turning completely away from his horny companions. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, peering at the stars outside. He didn't feel like arguing and shouting, fueling his anger to appear detached, he had no energy for that, the exhaustion from all the wounds he received in the last battle still hadn't worn off. Besides, was there any point in that? It was glaringly obvious that the other occupants of the room were used to his habits.
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An inhuman human