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Relax and Hang On -- Again	By : cupnjava Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 20723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Relax and Hang On IV --- Kink Hakkai Style

[or Kink meet Hakkai]

Chapter Summary: The title says it all again…Kink Hakkai Style. Ever hear the saying, “It’s the nice guys / quiet guys you have to worry about”. ? Hmmmm….. We have D/s, some may or may not be calculated use of pain and Hakkai-style bondage. Mmm Mmm Good (stuff).

Since, I never heard an objection. I’m going to totally steal -- err --- borrow and idea from a great fanfic writer on this board (Animegher) and include reviewer feedback at the end. Thank you all so much for your comments.

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Almost as if it was scripted, they arrived at the inn at just the right time for dinner. Hakkai picked out a round table. He waited for all the others to sit and sat down between Gojyo and Goku. When he sat down, he realized his plan had one flaw -- one big, gaping, how-could-I-have-not-seen-it-coming flaw. He was ,as intended, out of Sanzo’s reach, but in the direct line of that violet gaze.

The waitress came, took their order and promptly returned with the food.

Hakkai picked at his food, trying to avoid a violet glance. Sanzo did his best to make Hakkai squirm. Gojyo and Goku fell into their typical normal routine.

“Give that back ya prick!” , Goku yelled.

“It wasn’t on your plate it was fair game.”

“I was saving it and you know it. You know I always eat that last.”

“Why don’t you come over here and get it if you want it so bad.”

“Look ya jerk-off give it back!”

“Jerk-off, do you even know what that means?” Gojyo laughed.

“Yeah, I do. Now give --”

“You do?” Gojyo interrupted him and smiled. “Goku, how do you know what that means?”

“I --- never you mind. Now give it!”

“Seriously, tell me what the Monkey knows.”

“Like I’d want to give you fantasies.”

“Please! Like I’d have fantasies about being Sanzo’s bottom-boy-toy.” Immediately after the words left his mouth, did he remember Hakkai was sitting right there. His playful smile slid from his face and his head dropped. I just fucked up -- big time. Shit. His voice went small as he grabbed his key from the table, “Excuse me. Suddenly, I’m tired.” He stood from the table and slunk from the room. He couldn’t even look at Hakkai. He didn’t mean it the way it sounded. At no point did he really mean to treat Hakkai as his bottom-boy-toy, but no doubt that was the way it played out. Now, he’d taken the special moments he and Hakkai had shared and turned them into an insult. Those moments where Hakkai had completely given himself to Gojyo. Where Hakkai had come to trust him fully in the most intimate of ways; and now, he’d violated that trust.

Hakkai sat there stunned as the words entered his head. Is that what I am to you? A bottom-boy? A toy?

Goku looked over at Sanzo, “Was that an insult? It sure seemed like an insult.” Unintentionally, Goku rubbed salt into Hakkai’s wound --- even the monkey figured it was an insult.

Sanzo took a drag from his cigarette, “It depends.”

Goku cocked his head to the side. “Depends? Tell me! If it is an insult, I wanna know so I can kick his ass.”

Hakkai stood up without realizing it. He pocketed his room key and spoke flatly. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of this.”

Hakkai left the room. Little did he know, that Tenpou was about to have a few words with Kenren.

Goku sighed, “What do you mean ‘it depends’?”

Sanzo sighed, “It depends on if it is true.”

Goku pouted, “Well, is it?”

Sanzo huffed as he stood up from the table. He grabbed his room key, “That is something you have to figure out for yourself.”

“Goddamnit! Do you have to be so damn cryptic!?” Goku grabbed his room key and ran after Sanzo.

As Hakkai walked, he was pushed further and further into the recesses of his mind. He stood in hurting numbness; he felt a tug on his pant leg. He looked down and saw young green eyes looking up at him.

The child spoke, “I told you we can’t trust him. I warned you. I told you we were going to get hurt.”

An adult’s voice came into his head. He turned his head and saw himself sans the monocle and ear cuffs. “I can’t believe this. When did we go gay?”

Hakkai looked at the faces of the phases of his life and asked, “What is this?”

Little Gonou spoke, “This is you. This is part of what makes up you.”

Hakkai’s shoulder’s slumped as the magnitude of his mental instability sank into him, “You -- you are my factures.”

Adult Gonou spoke, “Some of them.”

Hakkai knitted his brow, “Some of them?” How messed up am I?

Little Gonou nodded, “There’s him.”

Hakkai looked where Little Gonou pointed. He saw a man in a white coat looking very determined. “Who are you?”

Tenpou adjusted his glasses, “A very old part of you.”

Adult Gonou sighed, “He doesn’t share much. Something about upsetting the natural order of things.”

Little Gonou nodded, “You have to keep an eye on him.”

“Why is that?”

“I’m the impulsive one, or so I have been accused of being.” Tenpou didn’t think of himself as being impulsive. He was tactful; he was cunning; he was calm, cool and collected. Well, there was that one time where he punched…..but that was completely and totally called for. He was perfectly justified in doing that and , looking back on it, he should have done it a few more times just for good measure. Of course there was that other time and that still yet another time ---- Ok, ok, maybe I am a little impulsive.

Little Gonou tugged at Hakkai’s shirt. Hakkai knelt down. Little Gonou whispered, “And he keeps the key to …. He-That-Is-To-Frightening-To-Be-Named.”

Hakkai’s faced paled as he heard long hard nails scrap against metal. Chains rattled behind a deep low voice, “I’m still here. Hiding…waiting.”

“I don’t know if I like someone impulsive having that key.”

The deep low voice bellowed, “One day you will need me.”

Tenpou looked over his shoulder, “You three are … too timid to call upon Him.”

Hakkai stepped up to Tenpou, “Just what are you doing?”

Tenpou smiled an unsettling smile, “You need me now. Kenren has caused …an issue. He needs to be taught the error of his ways”

Kenren, there’s that name again. Who is Kenren? Hakkai looked at Adult Gonou, “How often does he take control?” Hakkai was not comfortable with someone labeled as ‘impulsive’ at the reigns of his body.

Adult Gonou shrugged, “Fairly often, but a few notable times: Kanan, whenever Gojyo is in trouble, and well… now. When you most hurt, he steps up to the plate.”

Little Gonou adjusted his glasses, “He’s rather calculating. Eccentric, but cunning.” He huffed, “and, sometimes a fool.”

Tenpou shrugged, “You call on me often. We are the least separated.”

Hakkai didn’t need to ask who was the most fractured from him, the chains told him that.

Hakkai -- or was that Tenpou in short hair --- stepped to Gojyo’s --- or was that Kenren-in-long-hair’s --- door. He counted. On many levels Gojyo was a spontaneous creature and on some levels he was a dedicated creature of habit. He’s kicked off his shoes. Removed his button-up, pulled off his tank top, shook out his hair, pants are off, he’s sitting on the bed…..head in hands. NOW! Hakkai didn’t share a place with Gojyo for three years for nothing.

Hakkai opened the door and shut it quickly behind him. Hakuryuu flew from his shoulder.

True to form, Gojyo was in his boxers , sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands in his hair. He didn’t even look to see who had entered his room. He just knew, and he just knew there was about to be an issue.

Hakkai stood still, “You… me….talk….now.”

Gojyo cringed, I am in so much fucking trouble. He knew it was bad beyond belief when Hakkai broke from his normal sentence structure and the superficial politeness checked out. Damn, it is sad I know him that well. Crimson eyes cut over to Hakkai. He didn’t move his head and all he saw were Hakkai’s feet coming toward him.

Hakkai pushed Gojyo‘s hands away from his face. He grabbed his chin and titled crimson into emerald, “It is time you learned a few things.”

Hakkai pushed Gojyo on his back and straddled his waist. He worked his own buttons, “There are certain ways I will and will not be treated.”

Gojyo laid back in shock. He didn’t know what to think, feel nor what to say.

“I will not be some plaything you can pick up or discard on a whim.” Hakkai removed his shirt.

Gojyo swallowed, “Hakkai, I’m sor---”

Hakkai pushed his fingers against Gojyo’s lips. “I don’t recall asking you to say anything --- yet.” He reached back and popped off his shoes. “I will not tolerate you picking on Goku for any kind of sexual relationship he may or may nor be having with anyone even Sanzo.”

Hakkai looked down at Gojyo, “Is that clear?”

Gojyo nodded, “Yes, I didn’t mean --”

Hakkai hushed Gojyo with a hand flourish. “Yes, will suffice.” Hakkai quickly turned his head toward the door and in a flash was off Gojyo.

Before Gojyo could sit up, Hakkai was sitting crossed-legged in a chair. He only moves that fast in battle.

As Hakkai sat in the chair, he craved something. He felt a craving he’d never experienced before. He felt a tightness in his chest and his jaw muscles tightened. He shook his head. Hakkai put a smile on his face and spoke, “Stand up and lock the door. I have no desire for interruptions while I deal with you tonight.”

Gojyo looked over at Hakkai and slightly knitted his brow. He stood without verbal objection, walked to the door , locked it, and turned around. He scanned Hakkai sitting in the chair. He had one elbow on the table and one arm draped back over the corner of the back of the chair. He doubted if this was really Hakkai sitting in his room. There was no sign of any nervousness, no attempt to hide his partial nakedness, no faltering in his voice. He just sat there looking open. Did the shell break the other night or did the caterpillar undergo metamorphosis? This was Hakkai sans gê
ne and Gojyo liked it.

Hakkai smiled, Good, no objection. No hesitancy. He didn’t even sit back down. “Remove the last of your clothing and you may sit upon the bed.”

Gojyo removed his boxers and sat on the bed.

The door knob jiggled and someone knocked on the door. “Open up water imp, I know you are in there.”

Gojyo’s head whipped back and forth between the door and Hakkai. How did he know? “Go away, I’m asleep.” He yelled at Goku.

“Oh, ok.” Goku started to walk away and realized that sleeping people don’t answer back. He pounded on the door. “Hey!”

Gojyo laughed, “Stupid Monkey!”

“I’ll break this door down! Now open up!”

“The hell you will, dolt!” Sanzo grumbled.

The fan flew.

“Owwww!” Goku whined.

Footsteps faded down the hall.

Hakkai figured out what he was craving, his hand found Gojyo’s cigarettes on the table.

Gojyo wrinkled his face inquisitively, his mouth dropped open. “What the fuck? You don’t smoke.”

Hakkai took a drag off the cigarette. His head spun from the rush of nicotine.

Gojyo heard a voice in his own head. Holy Shit! You have really done it now! Dumb ass!

Look moron, if you’re going to be your normal no-help-self, shut the fuck up and go back to your hiding place.

Kenren snickered, Whatever man, just remember Tenpou is not Hakkai. You could not pay me to be you right now.

Gojyo shook the voice from his head and wiped his hands down his face. He didn’t have the faintest clue as to what that voice meant. Who the hell is Tenpou?

Hakuryuu pieced together the events and mustered silent sympathy for Gojyo.

Hakkai softly spoke, “You have,” he held up the cigarette, “this long to explain yourself.”

Gojyo swallowed hard and took in a breath there was only one thing to say, “I’m sorry.”

Hakkai lifted an eyebrow, “Not sufficient.” He dangled the half cigarette from his lips as he dug through Gojyo’s pack. He found the toiletry bag and plopped it upon the table. He opened it. He saw all the toys and sexual accoutrements. He cut his eyes over to Gojyo. There’s not even room for shampoo in here. “Apparently, I am just another toy to you.”

Gojyo felt the blood leave his face. “Well, excuse me for having a little creativity.”

Hakkai stamped out his cigarette, “Time’s up.” He grabbed the one item he was debating on using and turned around. He unbuttoned his pants and in short order he was standing before Gojyo in only his black boxers. He walked over to the bed. He pushed Gojyo’s shoulder, “One, I will not repeat my orders. Two, you will comply. Three, if you are good you get…” He held

up the tube of lubricant, “this, if not. I hope you have a high pain threshold.”

A slight smile crept on Gojyo’s face. Oh, he’s playing a game. Ok, no problem. Wait…you aren’t suppose to play games when you are upset. He looked into Hakkai’s eyes. Something calculating and distant was blocking him from reading the man only he found transparent. Oh shit. He’s at least pissed and there’s something else. Gojyo caught the merest glimmer of an emotion that he couldn’t identify.

Hakkai roughly pushed on Gojyo’s shoulder. “Lay back.”

“You’re not suppose to play games when you are upset.”

Hakkai tossed the lube onto the bed. He put his hands on Gojyo’s shoulders and shoved him backwards. He pounced on Gojyo and straddled his hips. He spoke firmly. “I’m not playing games.”

“You’re crossing a line, Hakkai.”

Hakkai pinched Gojyo’s arm, “You don’t have permission to speak.”

“Ow! That hurt.”

“Then… comply.”

Crimson dove into emerald searching for the familiar softness, the calm nature, and/or the kindness to which he’d grown accustomed. Emerald walled off crimson. This has gone too far. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s going to hurt me.

Hakkai ground his hips against Gojyo’s. He leaned over and kissed Gojyo’s cheek. He nipped at Gojyo’s ear and ran his tongue down to the smooth shoulder of his lover. He tilted his head and placed his lips next to Gojyo’s ear. “This is your chance to tell me to stop without fear of reprisal.” Hakkai froze in place waiting for the reply.

Gojyo’s eyes scanned the ceiling as if it had special insight. He wasn’t completely comfortable with the situation; however, it was intriguing. A part of him was a bit frightened. He’d not seen Hakkai like this. A larger part was becoming very aroused, because he’d not seen Hakkai like this. Gojyo smiled he knew no matter what Hakkai would not intentionally hurt him -- ever. He whispered, “If ye wishes to bed me; ye hast the permission.”

Hakkai smiled, “Stop. Those words are just too weird coming from your mouth.”

Gojyo mentally shrugged, Oh well, I tried. It was a pain anyways. He tried to convince himself he didn’t like it to begin with.

Hakkai’s voice took a firm tone, “Scoot up.” He pushed off the bed lifting himself and allowing Gojyo the necessary distance to move.

Gojyo adjusted himself on the bed.

Hakkai rested back down on Gojyo. He placed his hips just below Gojyo’s. He sat there in silence and smiled. He placed his palms on Gojyo’s stomach, flattened his hands and pushed up Gojyo’s body. Hakkai understood many things about the human and humanoid body. In addition to being able to expertly manipulate the Fulcrum points during battle, he knew reflexology. With his eyes, he studied the lines and traced the chi flow of Gojyo’s body. His hands traced the lines and when he found the right spot, he applied pressure.

Gojyo moaned and arched his back. He eyes fluttered back. Pure raw pleasure radiated from Hakkai’s touch and streamed down his body. It headed straight for his groin.

Hakkai saw Gojyo instantly harden and smiled, “That was praise.”

Gojyo was thanking himself for playing along with this. Hakkai tilted off Gojyo and worked his boxers off. He positioned himself between Gojyo’s knees. He leaned over his lover and whispered, “There is something I want.”

Without thinking Gojyo breathlessly whispered, “You will get what you want.” He instantly regretted speaking without permission.

Hakkai smiled. He liked hearing that from those lips. “I will let that infraction slide.”

Gojyo relaxed and let out a small breath of relief.

Hakkai wrapped his fingers around Gojyo’s wrists, lifted and pushed them into the mattress straight out to the side. Hakkai trailed his fingers around Gojyo’s neck, walked his fingers down a few vertebrae and applied pressure.

Gojyo felt no pain and no pleasure. All of a sudden, he realized he couldn’t move his arms.

Hakkai trailed the back of his fingernails down the inside of Gojyo’s arms.

Gojyo let out a jagged breath. He could still feel his arms, he just couldn’t move them.

Hakkai rested on his shins and smiled at Gojyo.

Gojyo scanned Hakkai. The familiar warmth was coming back to Hakkai’s face, but there was still something foreign about those eyes.

Hakkai leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly into Gojyo‘s. He pressed a hand into his lover’s shoulder and Hakkai’s tongue danced around Gojyo‘s. There was no doubt who dominated this particular kiss. The force of the kiss elicited a moan from the half-breed’s throat. As Hakkai broke the kiss he trapped Gojyo’s bottom lip between his teeth. He allowed the lip to slide from his teeth and turned his attention to Gojyo’s neck. He nipped , licked and kissed his way to Gojyo’s collar bone. He worked his way to a spot he knew would not be covered by the tank-top and curled his lips from around his teeth. He bit down.

Gojyo cried out.

Hakkai continued to add pressure.

Gojyo panted. He took in a sharp breath and cried out again. His hips bucked trying break away.

Hakkai held fast and waited for Gojyo to relax into the pain. He released the pressure behind his teeth. Emerald tilted up and found dazed crimson. “You have been marked.”

Gojyo felt the throbbing pain from his skin and knew he was going to be marked for quite a while. He breathlessly spoke, “That was way to hard. That shit hurt.”

Hakkai’s hands traced over the rips and cuts of Gojyo’s stomach muscles. His fingers danced over Gojyo’s ribs and the pads of his middle finders found pink firm nipples. “It was meant to hurt. Now, shut that mouth before I put something in it.” He moved his fingers in small circles over the pink buds.

Gojyo knitted his brow, Meant to…meant to….meant to hurt me? Gojyo knew Hakkai was new to kink and expected the odd mishap, but he was utterly confused. He didn’t know if that comment was part of the illusion and Hakkai didn’t really mean it; or, if he‘d misjudged the man he thought he knew and Hakkai had really truly meant to hurt him.

One word came from Gojyo’s mouth, ”Stop.” He spoke flatly, calmly and firmly.

Hakkai stopped moving his fingers, but did not rise from between Gojyo‘s knees. “Yes?”

Gojyo took in a breath, “You’ve crossed a line, Hakkai.”

Hakkai tilted his head and smiled, “I’m sorry, but the night not too long ago, left me with the distinct impression that you are in to kink.”

Gojyo smiled, “I am.” He didn’t buy that ‘I’m sorry’ crap for a second.

Hakkai sat up and rested his weight on his shins. “Really? So, how kinky are you?” Hakkai hovered a hand over his ear cuffs.

Gojyo’s eyes widened and he yelled out, “No! That’s too goddamn kinky!”

Hakkai chuckled. “So, we found the line.” Hakkai’s voice had an eerie calm quality to it.

“Found the line --bullshit. You broke the goddamn line.” Gojyo wondered if that bite broke his skin.

Hakkai leaned in and whispered, “Am I making you uncomfortable?” He slid a hand from its resting place on the nipple down the washboard stomach.

“Yes.”

He wrapped his fingers around Gojyo’s hard member, “I see I am also making you aroused.”

Gojyo moaned at the contact.

Hakkai began stroking him.

Gojyo pushed his head into the mattress. He began rocking his hips meeting Hakkai’s strokes. He breathlessly spoke, “Yes, but you also hurt me.”

Hakkai’s voice nearly took on a mocking tone, “Oh you see, I too have been reading.” He cupped his hand around Gojyo’s balls. “I have learned a few things.” He massaged Gojyo. “Pardon me if I am wrong, but they way I understand it is: that kink is about knowing your thresholds…” Hakkai straightened his index and middle finger. “…and surpassing them.” Hakkai shoved his two dry fingers into Gojyo’s body.

Gojyo felt the searing stretching pain jolt through his body. He screamed and the pain made his body freeze. It had been a very long time since he’d been entered and this was not they way he expected to happen. “FUCK! Hakkai…” He began to pant. His face cinched. “…that fucking hurts…” His pants slowly morphed to breaths as the edge of the pain faded.

Hakkai whispered, “That’s right. Expand your boundaries, go through the pain.” His lips curled to a half smile. “You can take it. I have faith in you.”

Gojyo’s endorphins slowly began to kick in. What the fuck have you been reading? He made a mental note to confiscate some of Hakkai’s reading material.

Hakkai parted his fingers further stretching Gojyo’s personal space.

Gojyo cried out again. He felt a tingle on the back of his neck.
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Hakkai looked over at the man in the white coat. “Stop it! You are taking this too far. You are hurting him!”

Tenpou softly chuckled, “Please, I know what I am doing. Tell me, how long have you been with him.”

“A few months now.”

Tenpou smiled, “That is nothing compared to the time I have had with him. Trust me, I know what he wants.” Tenpou twitched an eyebrow, “Rather, what he needs.”

Tenpou shoved Hakkai back.
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Hakkai paused his movements and waited for Gojyo’s panting to change back to breaths.

Gojyo’s head spun and swooned. Between the endorphins and the hyperventilating, he was having difficulty stringing words into thoughts. He felt the tingle spread to his shoulders.

Hakkai squeezed his fingers together and turned his wrist one-quarter turn.

Gojyo cried out more incomprehensible sounds, but not a loudly as before. He felt his extremely hard member begin to throb. The tingle rolled down his arms.

Hakkai separated his fingers again.

A loud guttural moan escaped Gojyo. He could no longer feel the mattress beneath him. The tingle rolled off Gojyo’s fingers. He loudly offered up Hakkai’s name in a lustful euphoric cry.

Hakkai smiled a soft sultry smile, that Gojyo was too lost in passion to see.

He waited for Gojyo’s breathing to fall into a regular rhythm and squeezed his fingers together.

Between breaths, Gojyo inquired, “Why do you hurt me?”

Hakkai chuckled, “To hear you scream my name.”

Gojyo’s eyes rolled back into his head. He felt as if he was floating, the world around him disappeared. All he had was Hakkai and these extremely strong urges.

Hakkai backed his fingers slightly. He whispered, “I need to hear you say something.”

Gojyo forced his lips to form words, “Fuck me…”

Hakkai interrupted him, “No, not that.” He whispered a sentence to Gojyo.

Gojyo’s eyes popped open and he was now very much aware of the mattress, the room and the world. He blinked. “You’re kidding me, right?”

Hakkai smiled and subtly shook his head. “No, you need to say it and I need to hear you say it.”

“Is this what this is about?”

“Say it.” Hakkai spoke firmly.

“Is that what has gotten into to you?”

“You have it backwards. It is what I have gotten into.” Hakkai applied sharp quick pressure to his fingers inside Gojyo. “Rather…who.”

Gojyo arched his back and moaned loudly.

Hakkai slowly slid his fingers back. With his free hand he found Gojyo’s nipple. He pinched it. “Say it.”

“What if I won’t?” That voice in his head screamed at him. Dear god man! Have you not learned? What he wants, we give -- end of story.

Hakkai straightened a third finger and adjusted his forefinger and thumb around Gojyo’s nipple. “Say it or you’ll be sorry.”

Gojyo hmmmph’ed. He thought he knew what he was doing. He thought he was playfully pushing the envelope.

He… thought… wrong.

Hakkai squeezed and twisted his nipple as he shoved three dry fingers into Gojyo’s personal opening. There wasn’t even a semblance of gentleness in any of Hakkai’s actions.

Gojyo screamed as the pain jolted through his body. His body froze all he had was breath and voice. His vowel laden yell morphed into the sentence Hakkai wanted to hear. “You’re not my bottom-boy!”

Hakkai smiled. He eased the pressure from around Gojyo’s nipple and held his fingers inside Gojyo static. “Say it again.”

Gojyo spoke as he recoiled from searing euphoria, “You’re not my bottom-boy.”

“Look at me when you say it.”

Gojyo did his best to force his eyes to focus on Hakkai. He found two blurry emerald eyes. “You are not my … bottom-boy.”

Hakkai smiled as he saw the glazed over crimson eyes sway slightly as sensual lips formed the words he wanted to hear. “You’ve been good.”

Hakkai slowly slid his fingers from Gojyo’s depths and felt on the bed for the tube. He put a bead of lube on his fingers and rubbed it over his arousal. He let out a jagged breath as the cool slickness tweaked his erotic mindset. He leaned forward and put his lips against Gojyo’s lower abdomen. He licked, nipped and kissed his way up to a swollen nipple. He swirled his tongue around it and using his teeth he drew it into his mouth. He squared his hips and positioned himself against Gojyo’s opening.

Gojyo moaned as the slicked head of Hakkai’s cock contacted his now very sensitive skin.

“Say it.” Hakkai whispered.

Gojyo could feel Hakkai’s breath against his skin. “You’re not my bottom-boy.”

Hakkai shifted his hips, bit down on Gojyo’s nipple and lowered himself into his lover. He solidly pushed himself in all the way. The lubricant did its job and eased the initial penetration, but at the halfway mark something became very clear. Hakkai had grossly misjudged the amount needed, perhaps on purpose.

Gojyo moaned, groaned and purred at the desired invasion. The heat shot through him. His mind flashed to white. He cried out. The world instantly disappeared. His throat hurt. He began panting.

Hakkai permitted Gojyo two pants before he released his nipple and gripped the slightly taller man’s hips. Hakkai began his first back stroke.

As Hakkai stroked, Gojyo was oblivious to anything but pure pleasure. In all his years of running, in all his years of bed-hopping therapy he’d never found this place. This place: where the emotional scars of his childhood could vanish, where the weight and worries of his life could lift. This place --- this pleasure palace of Hakkai. He had finally found the place he’d been seeking. A place where he could forget -- at least for a little while.

Gojyo may have all but checked out of reality, but Hakkai was very much in the moment. He watched Gojyo dance and writhe under him. As he saw the pleasure wash over his lover all the hurt and anger from the dinner table events faded. All of his attentions now focused on providing Gojyo with nothing but pleasure. As moans and groans slid into his ears, a smile --a real smile -- found its way upon his face.

Hakkai pushed and pulled on Gojyo’s hips. Their flesh met in the middle of each stroke. Hakkai slowed his bucks and released his hands from Gojyo’s hips. His fingers danced and trailed over Gojyo’s torso. One hand located the pleasure pressure point and the other hand conjured a ball of deep crimson chi. Simultaneously, he applied pressure and pushed the ball of chi through Gojyo’s member and into his body.

Gojyo screamed in pleasure. His mouth spewed half words born from half thoughts. His mind raced and his inner muscles spasmed. His outer muscles quaked. His thighs quivered.

Hakkai draped himself over his lover and slowly and gently stroked into him.

Gojyo’s head jerked from side to side. His face clenched. His toes curled. He held a breath as his orgasm washed over him and through him. He came… or did he? As his mind obtained a tentative grip on world, as he drifted back to the room, as body awareness crept into him, as he felt Hakkai moving and flexing against him and in him; a fact of reality slowly sank in: he had an orgasm, but he did not cum. He was stuck in the frisson moment that existed between being right there and having been there. He felt so good, he ached.

Gojyo’s internal undulations, his pleas of passion and his external quaking threw Hakkai into his own powerful frisson. He crested the hill of euphoria and he cried out. He offered Gojyo’s name in a breathy guttural moan and his body twitched its own erotic dance. His hands gripped the bedding.

Tenpou turned toward Hakkai, “Ok, you can have him back now.”

Hakkai’s hands and fingers trailed across Gojyo’s shoulders and followed the crimson locks to the face he desired. Pausing ever so briefly to catch his breath, his lips found their target and a kiss was sealed. Hakkai’s tongue sought out and danced with Gojyo’s. He kissed his lover deeply and inhaled the taboo-birth’s scent.

Hakkai’s head swooned.

Gojyo’s mind raced over the many kisses they’d shared. Nearly every time, Hakkai dominated the kiss. He realized this side of Hakkai had been waiting to be let out. He’d been the one that unleashed this forceful paramour into the world. He’d been the one to break the shell. He was the one that brought forth the butterfly from the caterpillar. He felt Hakkai’s tongue probe his orifice and dance around his tongue. He was not going to have this shit.

His hand sought out the tube of lubricant. He popped the flip-top with his thumb. He pressed the heal of his hand into the tube and caught some of slick gel on his fingers.

Hakkai broke the seal of the kiss and rested his head against Gojyo’s shoulder. His fingers twisted into the crimson strands. His body relaxed and his mind swam in the lingering sent of activities that were more in the vein of venery than intimacy. He shifted his hips and his now flaccid member left its comfortable place.

Gojyo snapped his arms around Hakkai and cocked one leg at the knee. He pushed and in a blur they’d changed positions. Gojyo looked down at the shocked face surrounded by wet brown bangs.

Obviously, Hakkai didn’t realize the effects of his paralyzing pressure point manipulation wore off so quickly in Gojyo.

Gojyo slid his hand between Hakkai’s legs. He smiled a smile that made Hakkai slightly nervous.

“You are not my bottom-boy, but I am not yours either.” Gojyo slid his slicked fingers into Hakkai’s body.

Hakkai’s knees tightened against Gojyo’s legs and his hips rocked off the bed. Gojyo turned his fingers inside Hakkai’s body and Hakkai moaned in response.

Gojyo slid his fingers back, “There are some things I want to make clear.” He stroked his fingers punctuating his sentence. “You are my toy. You are my private toy and I am yours.”

Hakkai arched his back and his head pressed into the pillow.

Gojyo slid his fingers out and squared his hips. “And…” He winked. “You need to be prepared for some creativity.” Gojyo pressed his overly aroused cock into Hakkai. He pressed his hands into Hakkai’s shoulders, “Got that?”

Somehow while swimming in the sea of pleasure and passion, Hakkai managed to get a soft, “Yes,” to escape his sensuous lips.

Gojyo relaxed his elbows and crashed down on Hakkai. He pressed his lips against Hakkai’s and tongues danced together.

Gojyo broke the kiss and slid his lips across Hakkai’s, over his cheek and rested them next to the ear-cuffed ear. “Just relax and hang on.”

Hakkai moaned and pressed himself into Gojyo. Gojyo smiled as he felt Hakkai’s hardening cock against his stomach. His lover was gripped by the Pavlovian response, this was going to be fun to use in inappropriate settings. Hakkai’s fingers wrapped around Gojyo’s arms; his nails left half-moon marks in the tan skin.

Gojyo sat up slightly and skated his hands down Hakkai’s legs. He wrapped his fingers around his lover’s ankles and lifted Hakkai’s feet up on his shoulders. Toes were tickled by crimson strands. He loved a flexible partner.

As his fingers worked their way to Hakkai’s shoulders, he offered a devious smile. Emerald was due something. Emerald was in store for something. Emerald was entitled to a good hard fuck.

Gojyo crashed forward restraining Hakkai’s legs between them. He clawed into Hakkai’s shoulders and jerked his body. He pounded into Hakkai.

The sensation hit so hard that Hakkai’s face twisted into a nonverbal cry. His voice was too slow to be let out before the pleasure gripped his lungs.

Gojyo didn’t work his back stroke with his hips, he used his legs, hips and back. Releasing his body weight, he slammed down on Hakkai.

Hakkai’s face quivered, his eyes rolled back and began to water. His body simply couldn’t comprehend how to respond to the pleasurable pain. As the need to breathe kicked in, Hakkai proffered an euphoric scream. He pulled at Gojyo’s arms.

Gojyo increased the speed behind his solid, firm, forceful movements.

Hakkai’s breath hitched. His voice caught in its own grip. His fingers clawed at Gojyo. His world spun; his head whipped around; his arms flailed.

Gojyo ducked the flailing best he could, while keeping his rhythm.

Unconsciously, Hakkai landed a slap. A solid hard slap, that made his hand sting. His eyes found crimson. That was the wrong thing to do.

Warmth, from what was surely a red mark, radiated and washed over Gojyo’s face. His head recoiled from the hit and five fingers twisted in to brown locks. Gojyo jerked Hakkai’s head back into the mattress.

Hakkai arched his back in a vain attempt to relieve some of the pressure on his neck.

Gojyo pulled further. With his head tilted slightly, he groaned, “Wrong move.”

With speed and force that can only be described as ‘jackhammer’ Gojyo plowed through Hakkai. Rocking him… shaking … yanking….jerking…pulling…pushing and finally shoving Hakkai off the cliff of orgasm.

Hakkai cried out an incomprehensible sound that vaguely hinted at Gojyo’s name. Tears of confused pleasure ran from the corners of his eyes. Gojyo groaned in pleasure as Hakkai slammed into full blown convulsions and verbal outbursts of euphoria.

Feeling and seeing the raw erotic dance under him, propelled him into his orgasm. His face twisted and he cried out a low moan that reeked of a primordial time. A frenzy of euphoria detonated inside of him. His body twitched and twisted in its own erotic dance and then he crashed. Hakkai’s legs flew to their respective sides and he crashed right into Hakkai.

A board in the box spring broke.

Both men tried to recover their breath as the tingling aftermath of their lascivious activities danced and titillated their skin. The musky scent of their union permeated the room. Gojyo mustered the strength to pushed his arms and pry himself from Hakkai.

Hakkai softly whined and gasped as Gojyo left his depths.

Gojyo flopped on the bed next to Hakkai. The backs of their hands touched and simultaneously they turned their hands. Fingers interlaced in their familiar, comfortable homes.

Hakkai blinked his wet eyelashes as the ceiling finally came into focus. The damp, but drying skin around his eyes stung with sweat. “What….was that?”

Gojyo stared at the ceiling. His hair was plastered to his face and trailing into his mouth. “Sex….good, hard, angry, animalistic sex.” He paused to pant, “Hooo~llllly Shit.”

“That was amazing.” A voice mumbled inside Hakkai’s head, Maybe we are just a little gay. Just a LITTLE!

“That, Hakkai, can only be described as one thing.”

“Hmm?”

“Beast Fuck.”

As words lingered in the air, Gojyo knew it was the truth. He knew that part of what he saw in Hakkai was something not of him and still very much him --- and part of what he did to Hakkai was rooted in his non-human half.

Neither man wanted to move. Neither thought they could move. Gojyo gently squeezed Hakkai’s hand. He slowly mumbled, “Wait right there, I’ll go get you a towel.”

One arm flopped off the side of the bed and his hand blindly fumbled for something cloth. He felt something and brought it up. He shrugged, It’ll work. He balled up his tank top and half-assed clean himself. He passed it to Hakkai.

“Dat’ss nottatowel.” Hakkai was so worn out his speech slurred.

“Itd’ll do.” Gojyo wasn’t in any better of mind set. “Wawsh it lader.”

Hakkai ’hmm’ed’ as the shirt fell to the floor.

There -- naked, on top of the bedspread, flat on their backs, and holding hands, they quickly fell asleep.

Something quickly but gently jerked Hakkai’s hand. He rolled his head to the side and fluttered his eyes open. Gojyo was cold. Gojyo was so cold he was trembling, and yet he slept right though it. Even in a fatigue-induced stupor, Hakkai couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have Gojyo cold for that meant something wasn’t perfect within his lover. Gojyo cold….Gojyo uncomfortable….not…right….must…fix.

He slowly unfurled his fingers from around Gojyo’s hand and immediately missed the contact. He rolled his head and looked into the inky darkness of night. He tried to sit up and everything ached. His hips ached, his neck ached, his Oh what is that? Things ached internally that he didn’t know he had and he most certainly did not know they could ache. His head spun as he forced himself to sit up and stand. Gojyo was cold and that was fundamentally unacceptable. He was going to make his body work. He was going to get Gojyo comfortable.

He straightened his knees and his vision went double. Can’t see. He pushed his hand to his face and realized his monocle was gone. It stays on during the roughest of battles, but now it was strangely absent. Must find…must get glue. When he found it he was going to glue it on, in his stupor it didn‘t matter that he had no glue -- it was a plan. If that didn’t work he’d get tiny screws and screw it to his face. But, how would I wash my face? How does Goku wash his hair? What was I doing? Oh yeah. His hand fumbled in the darkness, he found the nightstand. Of course it was on the nightstand, where else would it be?

Apparently, it would be somewhere else. He tried to retrace his steps, but he couldn’t remember taking it off. He coughed lightly and felt a scratchiness in his chest. That confused him too, but he that brushed aside. He rarely took the monocle off, he liked seeing Gojyo’s face in focus and in stereo. He stood naked, blinking into the darkness. He scratched his head and curled his lip as his languid expression tried to look lucid. He heard the bed move under Gojyo’s shivering and figured this mystery could wait. Gojyo was cold and that was going to be remedied. He lifted the bedspread, blanket and sheet on his side of the bed and folded them over onto Gojyo.

Gojyo’s fingers curled around the soft coverings and pulled them tightly over a shoulder. He rolled onto his side wrapping himself in a getting-warm, sleeping cocoon.

Hakkai slumped slightly intending to slide in behind Gojyo for a good comfortable snuggle. He knew guys weren’t suppose to snuggle, but he didn’t care. Guys weren’t suppose to have sex with other guys either. Taking a cue from somewhere deep inside, he was going to accept some of the hedonistic pleasures of life. Gojyo was one pleasure he was going to accept wholeheartedly. He stopped as lucidity finally broke through the fog of his mind.

Mild panic set in as he realized it was this dark in here because the room had no windows. All the candles had burned themselves out and he had no way to determine the time.

For all he knew Sanzo was about to knock on that door. Oh crap. Where the hell was that monocle? He needed to find his clothes and get dressed in a flash, but it was dark. Too dark. This was it. This was when it was all going to hit the fan. This was when he’d -- due to a moment of weakness months ago --- was going to change the whole dynamic of the group. For once the secret was out, Sanzo was going to kill them. The mission would be over and the world would come to an end. Hakkai had killed the world because of hedonistic pleasure. He truly was a murder. A murder of thousands…millions. Billions? The weight of his perceived mistake dropped him to his knees and right on top of his clothes. The monocle could wait. With clothes, he could save the world. He quickly dressed, kissed Gojyo on the cheek, stubbed his toe on his pack and limped from the room. The hallway was clear.

Gojyo blinked into the darkness and sighed, but did not stir. Tonight he was going to let Hakkai think he’d been asleep the entire time.

Hakkai paused in the hallway to catch his breath. He covered his bad eye as he looked out through the window at the end of the hall. It was still dark, not even dawn. This meant two things. One, he’d saved the world; and, two, he could get in and out of the shower before Sanzo was awake.

He headed toward the shower room.

[Ya know how manga has those silly things at the end. The things your aren’t suppose to take too seriously? Well, here goes….]

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Jiroshin opened the quarterly bill and scanned the usual list of charges.
Food…cigarettes…food…..beer….food…inn….food….needle and thread…food….bandages…..food….fabric…inn...beer… food…inn… CinJen Novelties and Gifts -- 100,000 yen? This little trip is going to drain Heaven dry ---…sake…cigarettes….liquor….food…CinJen Magazines and Books….glue….hand drill …. He looked up from the paper. This was getting strange. Food…..condoms….He shook his head. That Kenren, I swear. Food….beer… cigarettes…aspirin….bandages….food…..beer…. sake… food….CinJen Drugstore … food…inn…. food… beer…inn…. food… box spring …. food….---WHAT? His eyes went back to “box spring”.

That was when he realized Kenren and Tenpou were back to their old tricks. He sighed. This was going to get expensive. How much did they break while they were up here? That debt could never be paid in five lifetimes. He just failed to understand how they didn’t kill each other when their little “mating rituals” teetered on all out battle. The band-aid expense ,alone, dropped to half when they left. He’d never forget that ONE time when they broke a desk, bookshelf and a wall. Then, they tried to blame it on Tenpou’s books being too heavy for the divine wood.

Freaks.

He gritted his teeth as he paid the bill.
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Wait a minute, Jiroshin thought, If Kenren and Tenpou are together, who bought the condoms?

Relax and Hang on IVa-- The morning after Relax and Hang on IV

Gojyo woke up and as expected, he didn’t feel Hakkai there. Gojyo sighed as he unbundled himself from the bedding-cocoon. He sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his hair. This shit is getting thin. All he wanted to do was wake up with Hakkai, was that too much to ask? Particularly after a night like last night, to see those green eyes first thing --- what a great way to start the day. He sighed.

Hakuryuu peeped.

Gojyo blinked. He knew he didn’t hear what he thought he’d heard.

Hakuryuu peeped again.

Maybe, Hakkai is here. He looked over his shoulder and saw Hakuryuu alone on the table. “Where’s your owner?”

Hakuryuu’s head moved in a way that indicated that little affront was not going to be tolerated. If you mean Hakkai, you impudent fool , I don’t know. Hakuryuu opened a wing to preen. He’s not my owner, you insolent humanoid. He fumed as he preened.

As Gojyo stumbled toward the table he noticed he was tense and sore. Some of his muscles seemed stiff and Oh dear God why was there always a delay on that kind of discomfort? He pulled the chair from the table and contemplated an uncomfortable sit while he had his morning cigarette. He sighed. He winced as he slowly sat down.

Hakuryuu continued his steaming and preening, getting more angry with each preen. I chose to come here. Why did I allow this to happen to me? Blast!

Fret…..Preen…..Fret…..Preen

Gojyo looked over at Hakuryuu. Hakuryuu was obviously agitated. “Did you two have a fight or something?” Gojyo chuckled as his hands fumbled around on the table seeking his cigarettes.

Fret…Preen….Steam….Preen….Huff….Preen…Fret

Hakuryuu blinked at Gojyo. He’s not my boyfriend , General Kenren. I only met up with him because he’s the only one that can be trusted to remember to feed me. That was it. That was the last straw. The Dragon King of the Western Seas reduced to a seemingly defenseless helpless animal that had to choose between daily rodent dinner or depending on another for food. This was an affront. This was humiliation. This was uncalled for. He outranked that gigolo General and he wasn’t going to take this from one of his reports. Hakuryuu snapped at Gojyo’s finger as he felt around for his cigarettes. The dragon teeth landed and scored.

Gojyo jerked his finger from the dragon’s mouth and felt the sharp teeth scrape across his skin. “Ow! You bastard!” Gojyo shook his finger as he noticed the blood begin to surface. “You son of a bitch. If you weren’t a dumb animal, I’d kick your ass.”

Hakuryuu growled showing his teeth, Dumb animal! DUMB ANIMAL! Hakuryuu screeched as he opened his mouth and dive bombed Gojyo.

Gojyo jerked his hands up in a defensive manner and twisted his arms around the pissy flying animal. “What the hell has gotten into you?”

Hakuryuu squirmed trying to get into position to score another hit.

“Stop it! Or I’ll have you tested for rabies!”

“Don’t you think you would be the one that needed to be tested?” Goku laughed.

In the commotion of scales, wings and teeth Gojyo didn’t notice Goku at the door.

“Goddamn it Monkey! Knock! I’m naked here.”

“Yeah, why is it that you’re rough-housing with Hakuryuu while naked?” Goku laughed. “I knew you were a sick perv.”

Gojyo released Hakuryuu and felt for something to throw at Goku. His hands found his cigarettes, finally, and…Hakkai’s monocle? What the hell? He never goes anywhere without that. He rarely leaves Hakuryuu unattended and he’s about blind without this. He palmed the monocle and looked over at Goku. “I’m not that kind of perv.”

“Then what are you doing? And where‘s Hakkai?”

This looks bad, gotta think fast. “Hakuryuu was playing with Hakkai’s monocle and I had to get it away from him before it got all scratched up. If you must know and if it is any of your goddamn business!”

Hakuryuu flopped onto the table, trying very hard to get out of his tizzy.

“Why do you have his monocle and Hakuryuu , but not him?”

“Look chimp! Leave so I can get dressed. Goddamn!”

Goku shrugged. He’d never figured Gojyo as the bashful type. He closed the door.

Gojyo blinked a few times. He wasn’t bashful. He gave a damn who saw him naked, but not knocking--- that shit was just rude. Wait a minute. Goku is looking for Hakkai. That must mean Sanzo doesn’t know where he is either…unless. They’re together……oh SHIT! A stream of curse words left Gojyo as he scrambled for clean clothing. He pushed the monocle and his smokes into his pocket. He dashed out the door after Goku.

Hakuryuu wasn’t too far behind. Field Marshal Tenpou out ranked him. Hell, Tenpou out-ranked nearly everyone and in Gojun‘s eyes Hakkai was Tenpou. On this assignment Hakkai was his duty…his charge (begrudgingly along with the others) and he was not going down for some failure to perform duties bullshit.

“Monkey wait up!”

Goku turned around, “Damn, that was quick. I didn’t know you were that fast. Hakuryuu still breathing?” Goku giggled.
Gojyo blinked. When did the monkey get into double entendres? Something somewhere was going on and he was going to figure it out. He just didn’t know when, where, what or how. But damn it, he was going to figure it out! “Shut up Monkey. Where’s Sanzo?”

Goku pressed his lips together and blinked at Gojyo.

Gojyo’s eyes narrowed. “Where the fuck is Sanzo?”

Goku shrugged and mumbled something that sounded something remotely like, “How can I tell you if I’m suppose to shut up?”

Gojyo spoke through his teeth, “God damn, mother-fucking, shit for brains Monkey. Quit playing games!” He was convinced that somewhere Sanzo and Hakkai were alone together. He saw from last night that Hakkai was close to the breaking point, for both their sakes he needed to find them and this little shit possibly had information. He gripped Goku’s shoulders and shook him. “Where is Sanzo!”

Goku realized the normally happy-go-lucky jester was very concerned over Sanzo’s whereabouts and this had to be serious. Gojyo was concerned over Sanzo. Goku’s grin left him, “I don’t know. He wasn’t in his room.”

Gojyo released the man-child’s shoulders, “Did it look slept in?” He finally paused to light his first cigarette.

Goku looked down at his feet, “No.” Goku looked up and saw the worried look on Gojyo’s face. He then noticed what Hakuryuu’s wingspan prevented him from seeing in the room. “Dude! What the hell happened to you? You need to pick your dates better.”

Gojyo looked at his shoulders they bore the evidence of last night’s activities. Red streaks punctuated his tan skin. He smiled, “Some like it rough Monkey. Not that you’d know anything about that.”

Goku rolled his eyes, “Whatever. What the hell is -- “ Goku’s eyes grew wide, “Sprite, have you looked in a mirror?”

Gojyo blinked. This was not good. This meant something was up that he couldn’t see. His vanity won out over finding Sanzo and Hakkai. After all Hakkai, was a big boy and he could take care of himself for a few extra minutes. He briskly walked toward the washroom. Goku followed closely.

Gojyo blinked at the mirror. “Oh my god….” His voice trailed off as he inspected himself. He wore a bruise on his face. As he looked at it, he remembered the slap. His arms, shoulders, neck and chest bore red streaks. Then, he saw his mark. He leaned in to the mirror to get a better look at it.

Goku wrinkled his nose, “What is that?”

Gojyo smiled. “A mark. I’ve been marked.” He lightly fingered it; it was still real tender.

Goku blinked. “What does that mean?”

Gojyo looked over at Goku, “It means, I’m claimed.”

Goku zeroed in on the bite mark, “That looks like a bite and it doesn’t look entirely human.”

Gojyo turned to leave the washroom, “Yeah.”

Goku shook his head, “You are a freak on a deep level.”

Gojyo ruffled Goku’s hair, “C’mon Monkey let’s go find Pissy and Stiffy.”
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Sanzo (aka Pissy) opened the door and stepped out not into the morning rays as he’d hoped. Damn overslept. He was planning on rising at sunrise, but that didn’t work out too well it was at least two hours after sunrise. As he stepped off her porch, he lit his cigarette and thought about how that was a good stress reliever. There was no time to internally gloat, he’d overslept. He needed to get back to the hotel before the idiots thought he was shanghaied by some stupid demons and put out an APB on his ass. That meant he’d have to wait before slipping away from the group and picking up more “supplies”. Too bad too, he loved the look on the clerks’ faces as they realized they were selling condoms to a Sanzo. He chuckled to himself as he thought, If Gojyo knew how much these robes got me laid , he’d join an order. The women Sanzo wanted to attract enjoyed a challenge and who is more challenging to bed than a monk?

Hakkai (aka Stiffy) left the mercantile and stepped onto the dusty street. He sat his packages down as he checked his list. He closed his bad eye and tried to make out his own handwriting.

Sanzo looked down the street and noticed the back of his green-clad companion. Time to let the bastard out. He snuck up behind Hakkai.

Hakkai was engrossed in trying to check and double check his list.

“What are you doing alone?” Sanzo whispered as his hand found the firm round curve of Hakkai’s ass.

Hakkai yelped as he jumped over the packages. His arms flailed around him. He turned in mid-air and landed about six feet from his original spot. “S-s-Sanzo!”

“I shouldn’t be able to sneak up on you like that.”

Hakkai felt his heart beating in his chest. He heard his breath in his head, he felt the sweat roll down his cheek. He blinked.

“What are you doing out here alone?” He stepped toward Hakkai and dove into his eyes, “We’re you looking for me?” Oh dear god! He was not going to be able to keep this up. He struggled to keep the normal stoic look on his face. He felt his stomach tighten as a snicker tried to surface.
“Uh, no Sanzo. I’m getting supplies.” Hakkai needed away. He needed out of here. He needed distance between him and violet. He took a step backward.

Sanzo took a step forward and raised an eyebrow.

Step back.

Step forward. “Are you going to make me chase you…to talk?”

Step back…Hakkai was now pinned between the side of the mercantile and Sanzo.

Step forward, a finger grazed Hakkai’s stomach and Sanzo turned as if it was all one natural movement toward the hotel.

Hakkai tried to calm his nerves as Sanzo walked away.

Sanzo stopped and looked over his shoulder, “Where’s your monocle?”

Hakkai swallowed hard, “Uhhh, Hakuryuu was playing with it.” Yeah that sounds good. “I need to re-check my room now that there is better light.”

Sanzo raised an eyebrow, “Want me to come and help you look for it?” Sanzo turned his head and bit his lips to keep in the smile. This was working out so well, so much better than he planned. This was too much fun.

Hakkai’s eyes grew wide, “No!” He softened his voice, “No, please don’t trouble yourself.” He forced a smile onto his face.

Sanzo walked off down the street toward the hotel.

Hakkai shoved the list back into his pocket. He gathered up the packages and walked down the street, keeping Sanzo in his sights the entire time.

Sanzo stepped into the hotel lobby and turn toward the restaurant area. Gojyo and Goku nearly met him at the door. Sanzo walked past them without so much as a greeting.

“Hey Monk, have you seen ---” Gojyo was cut off by Hakkai walking through the door. He tossed a nervous glance as Sanzo and dashed off toward his room. Gojyo saw the exchange and decided this was it. This had to end. “Goku go help Hakkai with the supplies.”

Goku whined, “But I’m hungry and Sanzo’s here so lets eat.”

Gojyo glared at Goku, “I said go help Hakkai.”

Goku realized this was not a time to question authority and turned to follow Hakkai.

Gojyo walked into the dining area and sat down at the table across from Sanzo.

Sanzo glanced at Gojyo.

Gojyo stared at Sanzo.

Violet locked on crimson.

Crimson pierced violet. “Are you fucking with Hakkai?”

Sanzo sneered as he reached into his robes for his cigarettes, “No, I believe you are the one fucking with Hakkai.”

Crimson raised an eyebrow. “We’ll get back to that. Are you screwing with Hakkai?”

Sanzo sighed, “We’ve discussed this. You are the one screwing with Hakkai.”

Gojyo shook his head and motioned his fingers toward his forehead, “No man, his head. His mind. Are you screwing with his mind?”

Sanzo’s shoulders dropped slightly, the gig was up and he knew it. “Maybe.”

Gojyo rested back in his chair. “I suggest you stop it. And, how did you know?”

Sanzo sneered, “I believe it was something like, ‘walls are thin my friend.’ “

Gojyo’s mouth dropped open as he heard his own words come back to him, “You heard us.”

Sanzo lit his cigarette, “I think the whole inn heard. I don’t know what you two are packing -- and I don’t want to know -- but goddamn. If each of you keep yelling like that, then you won’t be able to speak.” Maybe, this isn’t so bad. “Oh and by the way, the next time the happy little couple wants to have wall-sex it had best not be on my wall or I will shoot you.”

“You don’t have a problem with this?”

“Why should I? However, if he misses a shot because he was sore -- I will shoot you.”

Gojyo shrugged as he lit his cigarette. At least that was out in the open, but how was he going to tell Hakkai? “You need to stop your games.” He could kill two birds with one stone. He could arrange for Sanzo to discover them. That way he wouldn’t have to tell Hakkai and face that wrath.

The merest whisper of a slight indication of a smile slipped onto Sanzo’s face, “Why? It is funny.”

Gojyo contemplated. One, Sanzo found something funny. Something he thought of all on his own. That was just odd. Two, from an outside perspective it is funny, but it had gone to far. Gojyo shook his head, “I didn’t know you had a playful side to ya monk.” Oooo, an added benefit to his plan, it would be funny.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“You still need to stop the games.”

“I don’t think you can tell me what to do.”

Gojyo realized he was in a battle of wills with Sanzo and this was a battle he would not win. He had to rationalize it. No, he needed to scare Sanzo on to his side. Damn, maybe a battle of wills would be easier. “Whatever , monk, don’t come running to me when he finally snaps.”

Sanzo’s eyes narrowed.

Gojyo stood up and put his palms on the table. He leaned onto his arms, “I’m just trying to protect you. You don’t know him like I know him.”

“Carnally?”

“I’m being serious, Sanzo. There’s more than one Hakkai in there and some of them you don’t want to fuck with.” Shit, some of them I don’t want to fuck with.

“Whatever. I’m not scared of Hakkai.” Sanzo eyed Gojyo and lifted an eyebrow, “What the fuck happened to you?”

Gojyo smiled -- this could be useful, “Hakkai. Hakkai happened to me.”

Sanzo tilted his head.

“Need I remind you Sanzo, that he actually dodged Goku’s attacks while Goku was in his true form and Hakkai was in his human form?” He choose those words on purpose.

Sanzo’s eyes narrowed, the sprite had a point. He hadn’t really thought about the human form not being Hakkai’s true form. He knew it, but he hadn’t thought about it.

Gojyo knew he was getting close, “He wears power limiters. He can be downright vicious with them on.” He was going to drive this point a little harder.

Sanzo raised an eyebrow, the sprite had another point.

Gojyo went in for the kill, “And, he is far from mentally stable. Do you want to keep pushing it until those cuffs come off?”

Sanzo saw Gojyo’s perspective , but couldn’t admit it. “Whatever.”

That was it. Gojyo used up all his prepared ammo. He knew there was more, but he couldn’t put his finger on it….oh yes that. He stood up and shrugged, “One more little thing. He is the one that, armed with only a dagger, killed a thousand demons while he was only human.” He turned nonchalantly and waved a hand over his shoulder, “Think on that, Sanzo, and if you want an exit strategy let me know ‘cause I got an idea.”

Sanzo thought about the diabolical killer he sat next to in the jeep and that killer’s mental state. He thought about Hakkai’s power and how it had never been truly unleashed. He blinked, “Sit.”

Gojyo stopped, turned on his heel and sat down. He folded his hands, “You’re gonna like this , you twisted bastard. The next time we are in a town with a little tech. Ya know … showers in each room ….”

[At this point in the progression comes the original “one-shot” Relax and Hang On”

Ya know the one with the shower scene. ]
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Reviewer feedback:

Hakuryuu 2004-07-18
This was glorious. I was absolutely in love with the first one, or the "original", but this is really the kicker. How often do you get one of your fav. fanfics continued?!? Anyway! Characterizations are awesome... poor Hakkai, he just gets all the angst, eh? :) We wouldn't want it any other way. And props to Sanzo. I think you totally called it. I'm not sure if you've seen Reload yet, but there's one scene where he just lauuuuuughs.... when you see it you'll know what I mean. Anyway, I think he's got some terribly wicked and yet terribly funny sense of humor hidden in there somewhere... XD I bet Kanzeon laughed her head off in heaven when he was there. BUT I'm off topic! I'd love to see the Kenren/Tenpou development come XD just cuz I love them too... and if you've never read "Honeymoon" on mediaminer.org (I don't think it's here) then please do. It's one of my favs too, but it's Kenren/Tenpou. One thing to work on is a little bit of transition, especially in the beginning (to show that it's before Hang On 1). Your detail is great, and I love how you write shorter paragraphs that switch between the two of them. It really gives a sense of action :) WAI!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just love it. Keep it up pleeeeeeeeeeease! :)

Hakuryuu -- Thank you. I know I can always count on you for a review. I appreciate you letting me know that you enjoy my fic as well as what I need to improve. Thank you so much. One of your “fav. fanfics”? *BLUSH* Thank you so much for that wonderful compliment. I’m glad you like my characterizations. I’m always concerned that I have messed up canon -- I get real nervous about my characterizations. I know I like to push the envelope -- thank you for your reassurance.

Hakkai angst -- where would I be without Hakkai angst? I don’t think I can write two sentences without Hakkai angst. I could parody myself. “A piece of brown pocket lint skidded across his fingertips. Brown… the same delicate brown as her hair. Hakkai bit his lips and contemplated jumping off a cliff.”

I have not seen Reload. I have viewed the odd AMV and seen a few manga scans -- nothing complete. I’m dying to see the scene to which you refer. I was most nervous -- to this point in the fic-- about my portrayal of Sanzo. Thank you again for your reassurance.

The Kenren / Tenpou thing -- hmm they get peppered in there. I’ll see if I can flush it out. It was basically used to let the reader know they are not alone in there. I’m brewing an idea about a Kenren / Tenpou pairing --- we’ll see.

I’ve never read “Honeymoon”. I’ve never been to mediaminer.org . AFF is where I haunt fics. I guess I need to expand my horizons.

Work on my transitions. Duly noted. Transitions have always been a difficult spot for me. I’m afraid that I will give it away before I’m ready to reveal it. I’ll work on that.
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Shota-kun 2004-07-19
The second I saw this title I knew I had to click it. "...no entirely straight man kills demons with one hand on his hip." What a *good*, *good* line that is...

Shota-Kun-- Thank you so much for your kind words. I try to throw in a few “zingers”. It is real easy to let a Saiyuki fic get too heavy, I try to lighten it every so often. Most of the time those are my way at laughing at myself. I take this show too seriously.
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Hakuryuu 2004-08-06
HEY! Thanks for outlining it... it made it tons easier to understand. LOVE the second chapter, the angst, the sanzo bits, etc! Glorious, absolutely glorious. You have an uncanny ability to read into their characters and find perepheral issues that still effect them. Keep it up! I can't wait to read more!

Hakuryuu -- Where would I be without you and Craxy? Sucks-ville, that’s where. Thank you for taking time to review. I really do appreciate it. I can’t improve without feedback -- at least I hope I’m improving. The outline? Ask and ye shall receive. I’m sorry that I didn’t make it clear. Apparently, I have a lot of room for improvement.

Ya like the angst so far? Great! You want angst…heh heh heh… the angst chapter is coming. Being Beta’d as I type.
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Nozomi 2004-08-07
Ooh, this is good. Can't wait for more! Love the way you're toying with Hakkai's mind ^_^

Nozomi -- Thank you for your kind words. I’m glad I have entrained. Toying with Hakkai’s mind has become somewhat of a hobby of mine. The way I see it is, someone that tries to be that nice, that polite, that “smiley” -- that much has to have some seriously deep issues. Come my puppet let me pull ye strings.
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Cole'sLover 2004-08-07
Whoa, this just gets better and better. PLEASE keep posting chapters for this one. Sanzo's twisted sense of humor doesn't surprise me in the least bit. There are so many possibilites for this storyline. I like your writing style so just keep it going (hint! hint!) ^ _ ^

Cole’s Lover -- I’m glad you think it is getting better. I will keep posting chapters. Nothing frustrates me more than a good fic that never gets finished. I won’t do that to you. Stay with me, please, I will finish this. I try to write two chapters ahead of what is posted. That way if I need to change anything I can. So unless it is the last chapter, you know there are at least two more coming (if there are two left). There are lot of possibilities for this story line. This fic may turn out longer than I expected. I’m merely the puppet with which they toy. I gotta go where they make -- err guide --- me. Sanzo put down that gun.

At the point to which as been posted, I am most nervous about the portrayal of Sanzo with a sense of humor. I’m glad no one feels like I’m stepping on canon.
Thank you for your reassurance.
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Mel 2004-08-07
Thanks for writing more ^_^ Kink is always good.

Mel -- You are welcome. Kink is indeed always good.
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Thank you one and all for writing reviews. The feedback is very helpful. My beta reader and my beta audience know me very well and sometimes I wonder if their feedback is due to them not wanting to hurt my feelings. I usually ask “Is it hot?” Once I hear the “yes” that puppy is posted.

Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll keep writing if you keep reviewing. Deal?

Cupnjava c[~]~~~ *sip*
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