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Disclaimer � I do not own or
profit from Saiyuki. If I did, more
people would accept me as their loving and all-powerful deity. So far, only the voices in my head will do
that (except Peter. But he was always
the troublemaker).

Rated R for slash/yaoi/boys who
love boys. Oh, and I do believe there�s
some angst, darkness, and non-con
here, too... Just as
you were warned earlier that there would be.

Dedicated to darthelwig.
Because it�s all her fault, really.

Thank you to Ditch Gospel
and Iapetus, for such
thoughtful commentary. I appreciate
every word people send my way, and, to Iapetus, I hope
you like this chapter just a tiny bit better (though I, admittedly, changed
very little)...

Also?
The first six chapters, and the prologue, were written before I realized
this was not going to be a
one-shot. Go me and my amazing powers of
observation! (*lol*)

Anyway, enjoy. Peace, all.

***

Fall of Shadows

Chapter Two � A Gleam of Light

by Ghost Helwig

***

It was a brilliant plan, really. Yaone had arguably the hardest role, because
it required her to lie; something she had been fine with before, but now that
she considered these people �good people�
it was much, much harder. But she did
it, walked (well, more like stumbled)
onto the road as she had once before, just in time for Hakkai to once again
break fast and hard to avoid hitting her.

Break
fast and hard � that�s the goal of this whole damn mission.

She told them that she was looking for Lirin � they
didn�t know, couldn�t possibly know, that none of them had seen Lirin in weeks,
not since her mother had spirited her away somewhere. Whenever Yaone asked around about her,
quietly blank faces were her only responses.

Don�t
worry, little sister � your big brother and I will find you. We�ll find you.

When he caught sight of Kougaiji�s eyes shining in
the darkness that was their hiding place amid the trees (far from the group
below them on the road, and cautiously downwind), he was forced to revise his
silent promise.

After
I find him again,
little sister, I will find you.

Just as they�d known he would, Hakkai let Yaone
into the jeep, despite what looked to be an annoyed protest from Sanzo. But despite what Dokugakuji knew would be
irritation on the part of the monk, no one stopped her.

They really were too trusting of their enemies.

Only, Dokugakuji reflected as he prepared to signal
the troops waiting quietly for it, that wasn�t really true. Because normally, they would have more honor
than this. They would never have done this, if Kougaiji were
well, were himself still...

This was Gyokumen Koushu�s plan. This was cruel; unfair. This...

This was something he and Yaone hated themselves
for countenancing.

Yaone suddenly collapsed against Gojyo, the fingers
that had �accidentally� grabbed onto Goku�s shirt taking him with her. Dokugakuji gave a long, low whistle.

As the jeep skid around to a horrible stop, nearly
overbalancing from the sudden shift in weight, Kougaiji�s men burst from the
trees. And Goku and Gojyo, each hit in
the face with a blast of powder from Yaone�s belt when she oh-so-conveniently
fell, were already unconscious in the backseat.

Dokugakuji knew, even as he hurried closer with
Kougaiji stalking their prey just ahead of him, that she would be babbling
apologies about now... as if there was any apology they could make for
something like this.

But then, Yaone didn�t know what awaited Sanzo
after they captured him. She had not
been told.

A mercy, or a crime? Dokugakuji wasn�t sure.

But he
knew, and it was killing him inside.

He almost wished that Hakkai stood a chance against
the power Kougaiji brought to bear
against him, the pure, vile strength
he no longer held back. But only too
soon the healer fell, defending Sanzo until the very end.

Sanzo, who had the strangest look in his eyes as he
called upon the power of the Maten Scripture, a look that said maybe the taste
of betrayal had actually hurt him.

Sanzo and Kougaiji were evenly matched; too
evenly. That hadn�t been planned for. And as Kougaiji summoned yet another demon,
Dokugakuji knew what he must do.

God
forgive me.

He hopped into the jeep behind Sanzo, who snarled
something incomprehensible over his shoulder, focused on using his scripture
against Kougaiji but still obviously aware
of Dokugakuji�s presence. He knew he
wouldn�t be able to get close.

But then, he didn�t need to.

He yanked Goku�s limp body into his arms, and
without even looking at him the priest�s shoulders had stiffened. Dokugakuji wasn�t sure how he knew, what had
given his actions away, but that hardly mattered.

�Give up, Sanzo,� he said quietly. �Or I�ll kill him.�

Nothing, for the longest time. Magic swirled in the air around them,
prickled against Dokugakuji�s skin. The
fire (Kougaiji�s fire) in the air was
beautiful and hot; Sanzo�s Sutra only added to the heat haze beginning to
spread. It was a sight, a place, Dokugakuji knew he�d never forget-

And wished he�d never been.

Beautiful,
and yet somehow, indescribably ugly.

...that
sounds like someone I know.

�Tch,� Sanzo finally
said. His blond hair blew in the wind;
Dokugakuji wished he could see his face.
�You won�t do it. You�re too honorable.�

Deliberately, Dokugakuji drew out his sword,
knowing Sanzo would hear it, feel the added weight of it in the air. He rested it against Goku�s throat.

�I don�t want
to,� he said forthrightly. �But my
Lord-�

-No, that wasn�t right, he couldn�t blame Kou, this wasn�t Kou�s fault-

�-but our orders were clear. We grow impatient. We need the Sutra.�

He pressed down just a little, just enough to slice
into that delicate skin. It didn�t take
much, just a pound of pressure, to break flesh, whether human or youkai-

There�s
a metaphor there, I think. Not that he�d appreciate it at this point.

�Don�t make me kill him, Sanzo. Don�t make me do it.�

He expected Sanzo to scoff, to tell him you think I care what you do with the
kid? He isn�t my friend. And
servants are a dime a dozen.

But Sanzo said none of those things. Instead, he huffed indignantly, and muttered,
�I wouldn�t be making you do
anything. Take some fucking
responsibility for yourself, for fuck�s sake.�

That cut to the quick. And without even intending to Dokugakuji was
pulling Goku up, preparing to slice deep into that skin just because-

And Sanzo was twirling around, was aiming the Makai
Tenjyo at him-

And Kougaiji struck.

It all happened so fast. Sanzo fell forward, slamming against the
backseat. Letting out a relieved sigh, Dokugakuji
dropped Goku as Kougaiji began ordering his remaining troops to tie up the four
unconscious men. Yaone stepped forward,
obviously intending to help Dokugakuji get up-

At that moment, Hakuryu transformed. Everyone who�d been inside him was dropped
unceremoniously to the ground � Yaone screamed nearby, startled, while
Dokugakuji only wished he could
scream, but Goku�s foot had slammed into his chest, cutting off his air.

The little dragon was obviously furious, and was diving at anyone who
even got close to Hakkai. Between the dragon�s squealing and the hard
impact against the ground, it wouldn�t be long before someone in the Sanzo group woke up...

And if
it�s the monkey � or the monk, or the healer, or even my own little brother for
that matter � we�re all so already dead, we�re already being mourned...

Kougaiji�s hand glowed dangerously. And of all the things they�d done, all they
were planning on doing, Dokugakuji only felt dirty when he thought of killing that poor, defenseless animal...

�My Lord!� Yaone
blurted, grabbing Kougaiji�s arm. He
glared at her, jerked his arm out of her grip, but she was buying them time-

�Go!�
Dokugakuji shouted, swinging his sword through the air, not trying to hurt the
dragon but to scare him off. �He�ll kill
you! You can�t protect them if you�re
dead!�

He couldn�t be sure, but he thought the dragon growled at him � the expression reminded
him so strongly of the monk that he froze for a moment, stunned. But Hakuryu had apparently believed him,
because he flew off into the trees.

Dokugakuji didn�t doubt, even for a moment, that the dragon would stay nearby, watching over his
companions as best he could. The
single-minded loyalty was impressive.

Even later on he wouldn�t feel at all strange about
using logical reasoning against an animal.
That dragon was not a normal
beast; why treat it like one?

For that matter, why be surprised when it didn�t act like one? It turned into a jeep, for gods sake. It turned into metal.

Kougaiji was glaring at both him and Yaone,
obviously not pleased that they had somehow managed to deny him his kill. Best to distract him before he decided to
take it out of their hides...

Dokugakuji reached down, and gathered Genjyo Sanzo
into his arms. Kougaiji was suddenly eying
up the priest, anger forgotten.

�Get him to the flying dragon,� Kougaiji
ordered. And as Dokugakuji turned to
obey, he could hear Kougaiji moving on, issuing other orders to what was left
of his men (which, considering only two of their four �enemies� had been awake
when the real fight started, was not a lot; impressive � if not at all
surprising).

He could hear Yaone extending further instructions,
tie this here, not so tight there; hers, again, would be the dangerous role,
for she had to cart the other four as far away from here as possible. She would have no flying dragon with her for
a quick escape (for a dragon could be taken, stolen, used against them), no
real defense beyond the rest of the men and her own skills.

Even with all that had happened, Dokugakuji was
mostly convinced that not even Son Goku � who would be furious when he awoke to
discover his master gone � would kill her.

Mostly.

Because unlike them, Sanzo�s group had retained their honor-

If our
actions are any indication, Kou, he thought as he made his
way quickly to the flying dragon he�d left behind, we don�t deserve to win this battle.
Real men don�t fight like this.
This is the way cowards do battle.

He slung Sanzo over the flying dragon�s back, and
with shaking hands he removed the Sutra from the monk�s shoulders. He looked naked without it � more naked than
Dokugakuji had ever seen him.

And that was when it hit him, and he doubled over,
unsure if he wanted to laugh-

Or weep.

I�ll
be seeing you naked in just a few hours� time, Sanzo. And I wonder...

He quickly got ahold of
himself, straightening and looking down at those cold, closed-off features,
that icy, untouchable beauty.

Will
you ever allow yourself to be naked again once I have?

***

It really wasn�t right; wasn�t fair. No one who looked that cold and isolated should be that warm
inside. It shouldn�t even be allowed.

But Sanzo was a mass of contradictions. And while normally comparing notes on them
all might be intriguing, right now Dokugakuji couldn�t care less.
What mattered, right now, in this moment, was the tight heat surrounding
him, enveloping him in disgusting, rapturously disgusting pleasure...

It really should�ve hurt. Taking a man like Sanzo, especially against
his will, that should hurt. He should get scratched up when sliding
inside him, at the very least.

But it didn�t hurt at all. And the fact that it didn�t hurt, well, that
wasn�t fair either.

I�m
defiling a priest. And the only one that
hurts over it is him.

That thought gave him pause. He�d promised Sanzo he wouldn�t hurt him
(which really had turned out to be a ridiculous sentiment, a well-meaning lie,
when he discovered that the only thing available to use as lubricant was the
blood already coating Sanzo�s thighs), but he wasn�t exactly making it good for him. Shouldn�t he try that, at least?

And the selfish part of him, the deep dark part
that had walked away from Gojyo as a child simply so he wouldn�t have to face
his own guilt (his own accountability),
knew that he was doing it, not just for Sanzo, but for himself.

He couldn�t bear the memory of this ice-cold man
beneath him suffering in raging, defiant silence while he took his own pleasure
from his body.

He didn�t want a memory of Genjyo Sanzo raped. But barring that, he really didn�t want one of a Genjyo Sanzo who held himself together
with his stone-cold glare simply because he couldn�t cry as he was being
violated...

Maybe
it won�t hurt him so much if he can forget that it�s happening. Maybe if I touch him, if I make him feel
good, it�ll hurt him just that little bit less...

He knew he was lying to himself, to make himself
feel better. He wasn�t sure he cared.

So he reached down, reached down to the part of
Sanzo he�d never dared dream of touching,
and gave him one long, steady, satisfying stroke.

And Sanzo, who had never allowed anyone to touch him there, who�d kicked and fought and bit anyone who fucking dared �

Screamed.

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