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Relax and Hang On -- Again	By : cupnjava Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 20723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gensomaden Saiyuki, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Summary: What we have here is enough lemonade for a family reunion -- in the South ---in the summer.

Alt. Summary- Ever have a good cry and a good screw …at the same time? Similar actions and yet the partner makes all the difference, in memory, in present, in life, in meaning, in sensation, in love --- in reality.

Pairings: I’m under the impression that people get a bit upset when the pairings aren’t clearly stated. I’m also under the impression that people are upset if listing the pairings messes with the suspense of the scene...a spoiler of sorts. I cannot figure out how to make both camps happy. I’ll just say there is a something new, something old, something implied, something white and something else.
I’ll go a head and tell ya there is no dragon in the lemonade….maybe some same species limeade, but not lemonade.

Warning:***Seriously, the first section might be difficult for anyone who went through it or is close to someone who did. If you thought it was sad before, wait for the flashback. Hakkai “creative liberties“ warning. ***The last section includes some very aggressive sexuality. Maybe, extremely aggressive sexuality would be more accurate. ***

For your listening pleasure: Enigma, Godvina, “Take My Breath Away”, “Everything I do I do for You”, “Poison” by Alice Cooper (probably the most aggressively erotic song in the world), Savage Garden, Beethoven, Mozart, EvaneScence, Christy Moore, Loreena McKennit, Enya and of course Techno Remixes of 80’s rock.

Credit where credit is due: There is a section at the end that “flushes out” something eluded to in another fic. I contacted the author and received her permission. I used the same phrase, so if you read “Free For All” you should be able to pick it out. Thank you Craxy, for allowing me to write this.
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Relax and Hang On VIII -- “Tenderness and Compassion“.

[or] Meanwhile, do you wanna play a game of cards?

[or] At that moment, with the dragon.

They’d been traveling for a fortnight, stopping at inns and camping out. Tonight they had an inn. This inn had two rooms available, at least that‘s what Hakkai told everyone. The party spilt with no pointless discussion about the sleeping arrangements. Hakkai and Gojyo shared one room. Sanzo and Goku shared another.
They day had been exhausting. Traveling in the hot sun and dealing with two-bit assassins. They were beginning to wonder if Kougaiji was scraping the bottom of the barrel looking for assassins -- these latest attempts were simply pitiful. Or was it because all four of them had become stronger? Either way. .. weakling opponents or not … in large numbers it was still tiring. There was a lot of standing, pointing, and moving involved…this was just getting old. When exactly was it where the traveling became as difficult as the fighting?
Fed, bathed and sleepy the four made their way to their rooms.
Sanzo walked into the room, removed the sutra, dropped his robes, put the gun on the nightstand and flopped onto the bed. He was quickly asleep.
Goku changed into his pajamas. Opened a window for some cool night air. Played a quick game of solitaire and curled up on the bed next to Sanzo. He pulled his pillow out from under the bedspread and fell asleep.
Gojyo stripped down to his boxers and Hakkai changed into his pajamas. Hakkai opened a window for air circulation and because Hakuryuu loved an open window. Gojyo hung up their damp towels. Hakkai turned down the blankets and slid between the sheets. Gojyo snuffed out his last cigarette of the day and joined Hakkai in bed. After a quick kiss, brief settling into place and several yawns the two exhausted men fell asleep.
A couple of hours passed.
The Merciful Goddess moved a tile on the game board. “I can’t believe this, Jiroshin.”
Jiroshin studied the board carefully and then moved a piece, “And, what is that?”
She leaned forward and took her move. She looked into the pond, “Them. Paired up so nicely and boom -- nothing. Nothing interesting at all. This is rather boring. Oh, and you’re actually beating me.”
Jiroshin smiled, “They’re tired. They need to rest sometime. And, I win sometimes.” I let you win, because you pout and can kick my ass.
She rolled her eyes, “Whatever. I’m never too tired for sex.” I have to let you win every now and then, because you pout and I have to have someone to play with.

Jiroshin chuckled, “You’re never too tired for anything.”
She cackled as she moved a piece, “Get a load of this shit, Jiroshin.”
Two more hours passed.
Hakkai’s eyes opened as the first drop of rain fell. He sat up in bed and looked out the window.
Gojyo woke up but didn’t stir. He’d learned there were times when it was best just to let Hakkai think he was asleep. The perceived moments of solitude often gave Gojyo special insight into Hakkai. Insight he felt he needed, but already had.
Hakkai sighed as he stood. He wanted to make sure the rain wasn’t coming in through the open window. The rain was a steady vertical drumming. With no wind, the window could remain open. He pulled a chair to the window and gazed at no point in particular.
He smelled a subtle sent of cigarette smoke. A line of smoke wisped into the night from the next room. Sanzo’s awake, too.

Normally when it rained, Hakkai’s mind traveled back to that night. He ran his game plan over and over in his head. Where did he go wrong? What could have been handled differently? Why didn’t he move faster? Why did Kanan choose that way out? He always came to the same conclusion….in the end it didn’t really matter. He lost his humanity and he lost his love. It was in vain. He killed all those people in vain. He killed Cho Gonou in vain. It was all in vain. He lost part of his soul. It was all for naught. He condemned his soul for lifetimes of bad karma for nothing. He’d do it all over again. Failing was better than not trying.
Normally, that was how rain was, but this time it was different. Something inside him was off as he tried to berate himself. He closed his eyes and pressed his cool hands to his hot face. This time…during this rain…he felt scared. He wasn’t sure why. This time he felt a small urge to do something -- like he was obligated to do something. This time he felt ashamed for no reason…no reason that he could fully recall. This time… he swore…. he smelled incense.
Lightening flickered in the distance, and he began to cry. Soft, quite tears that simultaneously come from nowhere and everywhere. Tears that had no fully recallable impetus.
Gojyo shifted in the covers. He’d hoped a subtle shift would pull Hakkai’s attention from the rain, and maybe lure the melancholy man back to sleep.
Hakkai looked over his shoulder and saw the ambient light gleam off Gojyo’s shoulders and upper back.
Gojyo thought he’d pegged it right when he heard a wooden chair scoot on a wooden floor.
Hakkai remembered what he was suppose to do when it rained. He stood up.
Tenpou looked at Hakkai. Hakkai seemed to be working on auto-pilot. He was there, but he wasn’t alert. He looked and behaved as if his conscious mind had shut down and he was functioning via a conditioned response. Tenpou wondered if he should intervene.
Hakkai made his way to his pack and pulled out his red leather bag. He fished through the items and pulled out a bottle with a clear liquid and the warming oil.
Hakkai sat the bottles on the nightstand. He removed his clothing and wiped his eyes.
Hakuryuu’s head lifted as Hakkai undressed. He wasn’t going to watch the two of them go at it -- again. Enough was enough already! He took flight -- right out the window.
Gojyo was confident he did the right thing when he felt Hakkai sit on the bed. Gojyo laid very still on his stomach, hoping that Hakkai would return to slumber.
Hakkai didn’t lay down. He peeled the sheet from Gojyo’s back and smoothed it out over the half-breed’s lower body. He straddled Gojyo’s hips. Hakkai leaned over and picked up the warming oil. He poured a little in his hands and rubbed his palms together. He returned the bottle to the night stand.
He settled himself on Gojyo and whispered, “I’m here. You don’t need to disturb the others.”
Gojyo knitted his brow. He briefly wondered if Hakkai was “sleep-sitting”. As Hakkai’s hands made their way into his shoulders, he figured this was way better than sleeping. If Hakkai wanted a sleeping partner right now, that was fine with him.
Hakkai worked his nimble fingers and trained hands into Gojyo’s shoulders and neck. The warming oil kicked in for its intended use.
Soft warmth ran over Gojyo’s skin. He felt his muscles relax into the mattress and Hakkai’s touch.
Hakkai’s fingers moved in small circles down Gojyo’s spine. He formed half-fists and his thumbs worked circles back up. His knuckles worked the larger muscle groups. One hand curled around the front of Gojyo’s shoulder and the heel of the other hand worked the tension and stress from deep within the tissues.
The sensation of the mattress against Gojyo’s body began to fade as he swam under Hakkai’s touch.
Hakkai’s fingers curled around both Gojyo’s shoulders and his hands slid to firm biceps, across elbows, and into forearms.
Gojyo’s upper body went limp. He let Hakkai move his arms, to free any particular body part that was calling the brunette’s attention. His lower body…was far from limp.
Hakkai worked his hands back up Gojyo’s arms. One hand gently grabbed a wrist.
Gojyo’s arm bent at the elbow and his hand lifted into the air. The movements were natural -- seamless.
Hakkai’s fingers intertwined with Gojyo’s. His hands worked into the small muscles, tendons and bones of Gojyo’s hand. Right now, all that existed in the world was Gojyo’s hand. Each finger was individually rubbed. Each finger pad was gently squeezed. Each tendon was relaxed. He rested that hand back down and began the procedure on other one.
Hakkai’s hands curled gently around Gojyo’s neck. His fingers spread against the soft skin and worked into the muscles. He backed his hands and shifted them up. Careful fingers worked into the strong jaw muscles.
Hakkai’s fingers spread and danced their way into Gojyo’s long hair. His fingers worked small circles into the crimson covered scalp.
Gojyo was incased in a soft ball of gentle warmth. Road stress and fighting strain melted from him. His body sank so deeply into the attentions that he’d lost most of his body awareness. All he had was warmth, ghostly fingers dancing on his body and breath. He softly moaned.
Hakkai pulled his hands from Gojyo’s hair and tilted off the man.
Gojyo rolled around to face Hakkai.
Hakkai did not look Crimson in the eyes. He smoothed the sheet over Gojyo’s lower body and resettled on the half-breed’s hips. Hakkai looked at Gojyo’s stomach. His voice was barely audible as he spoke, “I did good?”
Gojyo was lost in the sensations he tried to form words, but couldn’t quite get there, “Uh-huh.”
Hakkai muttered something that was incompressible to Gojyo. Hakkai’s eyes burned behind closed eyelids. I’ll try harder, I promise. He misunderstood the guttural utterance.
Hakkai’s fingers worked into Gojyo’s abdomen, working out the various knots and points of tension.
Gojyo briefly wondered why Hakkai was naked. He didn’t let it bother him. He figured that a naked Hakkai was always a good thing. He closed his eyes and rested into the mattress.
Hakkai’s hands worked into Gojyo’s ribs. I could just runaway. No, someone else would take my place. By being here, I can protect the others.

Hakkai’s hands made their way onto Gojyo’s chest. He worked his fingers into Gojyo’s pects. Gojyo’s skin gently shifted and gave as Hakkai worked his nearly musical massage. By being here, I’m protecting her.

Gonou had met a little green-eyed girl at this school. He didn’t know why, but something inside him wanted nothing more than to protect her -- even at his own expense.
Hakkai’s hands snaked their way over Gojyo’s shoulders. He focused on the soft skin and hard muscles that worked that joint. Gojyo held his tension in his shoulders and neck. Hakkai felt that deep seated tension slowly give way.
Hakkai’s hands gently worked their way around Gojyo’s neck and throat.

I could kill him now and end it all.

Hakkai’s fingers began to dig into Gojyo’s neck.

No, killing is wrong. It is a sin. If I kill, God won’t like me anymore. If I kill, I will go to Hell. I want to be liked.

He never fully embraced the faith, but he was exposed enough…consistently enough…for it to place a seed within his subconscious. There are no doubts as to why he thought God was a fool and why he was characterized as “faithless“.
He indeed wanted to be liked, so he obeyed. He wanted to protect, so he gave in. He performed his obligation.
Hakkai’s fingers relaxed and worked out the stress carried in Gojyo’s neck. Skillful hands made their way to Gojyo’s hips.
A solitary tear fell onto Gojyo’s stomach. Hakkai quickly wiped it away.
Gojyo slightly opened his eyes. He saw Hakkai’s down turned face and his hands moving in skillful practiced movements. Gojyo figured Hakkai was simply trying to work away what always bothered him when it rained. The best way to diminish a bad memory is to replace it with a good one. Gojyo laid back and fell into the rhythms from Hakkai. He had many nights of therapeutic bed action. He had many partners cry on him while he was in them. It was odd the first time, but he realized that people dealt with things in their own way. If Hakkai wanted to do this…why should he stop him?

Hakkai shifted slightly to allow room for movement. His fingers worked into Gojyo’s hips and lower abs. Hakkai’s arm brushed Gojyo’s rigid cock.
Gojyo softly moaned and his back arched slightly.
Hakkai shifted off and adjusted the sheet down. He wiped his hands on the sheet and squared himself over Gojyo’s legs.

If I tell, she will be hurt.

He tried to tell once. Condescending eyes fell upon him and abrasive words hit his ears, “Fathers, hug children. That’s how one shows love. All of the Fathers do it -- it‘s normal. You should consider yourself lucky that they like you so much. I can tell how much you want to be loved.”
He did want to be loved. He wanted desperately to be loved. So, he gave in.
Gojyo’s boxers floated to the floor.
That nun had no idea what Gonou was trying to say. Eventually an older, wiser nun figured out what was going on. Gonou tried to deny everything. He didn’t want the others to be hurt. He didn’t want to leave. If he left; then, someone else would get the “special” attention.
Hakkai sighed softly as he spread his hands around Gojyo’s hips. What can you do? This is love.

Gojyo felt Hakkai’s hand wrap around his hard cock. His eyes popped open and he looked down his body at Hakkai. Oh my god, he’s gonna do it.

He’d wanted this from Hakkai for the longest time. He wasn’t going to push the issue. He figured Hakkai would come into his own at some point. Hakkai had to take this at his own speed. If now was the time, then Gojyo was alright with it.
Hakkai’s lips parted, a brief glimmer of white reflected the ambient light. A pink tongue pointed slightly.
Gojyo couldn’t take his eyes off his lover. He’s really going to do it. Ok, don’t expect too much….this is his first time.

Gojyo’s cock slid onto the warm velvety bed of Hakkai. Soft warmth and wetness surrounded him. Hakkai’s tongue worked its way into the ridges and contours of Gojyo.
Gojyo slid deeper into Hakkai’s wet orifice. Gojyo panted as he fell into the sensations.
Hakkai’s throat relaxed and he pushed his nose into crimson curly hair.
Gojyo’s eyes-crossed as Hakkai began to softly hum.
Hakkai’s hands circled their way into Gojyo’s hips. He pushed back.
Gojyo felt the cool night air encircled his wet member and let out a small gasp.
Hakkai titled and backed his head. His tongue ran a semi-spiral up Gojyo’s cock as he moved. His tongue flicked across the tight skin on the underside of Gojyo’s cock.
His lips puckered and he blew cool air over Gojyo’s wet skin.
Gojyo’s eyes fluttered and his head pushed back into the pillow. Bullshit this is his first time. The realization hit him and his body went rigid. The sensations were phenomenal, but they lacked something. They lacked deep seated passion. Passion was one thing Hakkai never lacked. He lifted his head and watched as Hakkai paid him undivided attention and worked in methodical, practiced motions.
Gojyo knew exactly -- at that moment -- what was going on. He was torn. It felt so damn good, but he knew it was terribly wrong.
Hakkai buried his nose into Gojyo’s flesh.
Gojyo’s mind metaphorically split in two. Half of him cried out in pleasure. Half of him cried out in frustration. His hands worked their way into thick brown locks. He’d be damned before he was going to be anyone’s painful flashback. He’d be damned before he let Hakkai fuck him in memory. He’d be damned before he gave Hakkai a sympathy fuck. Hakkai deserved better than that.
Hakkai felt the fingers twist into his hair. He backed his head and knew what was expected next.
Tenpou pushed his hand to his face. What to do? He knew he needed to put a stop to this. He knew he had to do something. He couldn’t figure out how to do it, without hurting Hakkai further. If he were just barge up there and take the reigns at a delicate time like this, what would happen to Hakkai? Damn, Kenren would know. Kenren knows how to handle things like this.

Kenren did know. He turned to Gojyo and Gojyo waved him off. Hakkai is not Tenpou. I know Hakkai. I got this.

Hakkai replaced the lid to the clear lubricant and rubbed his palms together. Slickened fingers wrapped around Gojyo’s firm member.
The coolness made Gojyo gasp. He got lost briefly under Hakkai’s careful attentions. He felt Hakkai’s weight shift.
Before he could protest, Hakkai, with a small whimper and a soft sniffle, impaled himself on Gojyo.
Gojyo screamed at himself. He tore himself away from the selfish pleasure and softly spoke, “Stop.”
Hakkai froze. I…did…wrong.

Crimson eyes looked up at trembling, nearly vacant emerald.
Hakkai squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face. His body tensed. His mind raced over all he’d done. He did as expected. He did everything as expected. He did it like always. He hadn’t forgotten anything.

His hands trembled.
He’d forgotten to fold the underwear….tri-fold; then, in half. Place them on the bed….one foot from the pillow. Exactly one foot. Exactly one foot down and six inches from the edge of the mattress….exactly….exactly. He panicked as he wondered what part of his body would feel the punishment.
He wanted to pull his body around him to protect his flesh, but he knew that would just make it worse. Burning tears streamed down his cheeks. Where would the pain be? His arms, his face, his chest? He braced for a slap, a pinch, a punch, a cut, a burn….whatever form the punishment took this time.
He felt fingers trail up his thigh.
Hakkai’s jaw set. No, please! Not there … not again!

He felt fingers curl around his flaccid member.
Hakkai resigned himself. At least this way he wouldn’t have to explain the bruising. He bit his lips and tightened his mental vice-grip. Expressions of emotions, just made it worse.
Gojyo gently caressed Hakkai. He softly spoke, “Relax and hang on. I’m here …with you….now.”
Hakkai screamed toward the present. He melted into the touch and crashed down onto Gojyo.
Gojyo felt Hakkai move on him and around him. He felt Hakkai go hard in his hand and he felt the passion explode from within Hakkai. He knew…he knew deep down within his soul that he was definitely doing right by Hakkai. He also knew this was the time to do great by Hakkai.
Hakkai pressed his forehead into Gojyo’s shoulder. He wondered briefly how he got in this position, but with his current mood -- it didn’t matter. He panted as pleasure seemed to just come from him. He turned his head and pressed his lips into Gojyo’s cheek. His hands danced into long crimson locks. He walked kisses to the corner of Gojyo’s lips and a pink tongue brushed pink lips. Hakkai gently teethed Gojyo’s jaw.
Gojyo smiled. That’s my man. He wrapped one arm around Hakkai’s back. He pressed between Hakkai’s shoulder blades and pushed the slightly shorter man into his chest. He turned one arm to the mattress and pushed them both up in tandem.
Hakkai adjusted his legs.
There…sitting upright…bodies intertwined in an “X” of passion…with Gojyo seated deeply inside Hakkai…..Gojyo wrapped both arms around Hakkai. He gently rocked.
They were washed in storm muted moonlight. An impassioned silhouette reflected on the wall. As the storm brewed outside a storm calmed inside.
Hakkai pulled his arms up and wrapped them around Gojyo’s neck. He felt his body weight softy shift and felt Gojyo softly sliding inside him.
Lightening flashed washing the room in white; thunder rolled.
Hakkai jumped slightly.
Gojyo whispered, “Shhhh, I‘m here,” as he fingered his hand into deep brown locks.
Hakkai dissolved in Gojyo’s words.
Gojyo tilted his head and nuzzled his lips into the curve of Hakkai’s neck.
Hakkai took in a sweet breath and arched his back.
Gojyo turned his hand and slid the side of his pinky and ring-finger down the nape of Hakkai’s neck.
Hakkai’s head rolled back. Tears, caused by the “mundane” reason he hated the rain, rolled into his ears.
Gojyo kissed and licked Hakkai’s throat. He trailed his hand between Hakkai’s shoulder blades and down his back.
Hakkai felt his firm member rubbing against their stomachs. He clenched fists in crimson locks and gently tugged.
Gojyo’s lips pulled from Hakkai’s neck. The tip of a pink tongue was visible as it rested on white teeth.
Gojyo whispered, “I’m with you now. Just me. Just you.” What was it about the velvety warm comfort from a lover’s voice that just made everything alright -- including the rain?
Hakkai tilted his head down. He pressed his lips into Gojyo’s. Tongues danced together. Red chi sprang forth from Hakkai.
The chi surrounded the two lovers…pulsating…rocking…undulating….drying tears.
Gojyo slipped a hand between their flesh and wrapped his hand around Hakkai’s cock. He timed his strokes with his rocks. Slowly increasing gentle speed. If Hakkai was going to try to supplant a memory --- it was going to be with a good one.
Red slowly took over the night darkness of the room. The bed gently squeaked. The walls began to vibrate. The wooden floor softly creaked.
Lightening struck…thunder shuddered. Gojyo ran five fingernails up and down Hakkai’s back.
Hakkai cried out. He jerked his head back. His hips trembled. His shoulders shook. His stomach quaked. His thighs bounced.
The room was overpowered by an intense flash of red as Hakkai spent himself against their flesh.
Gojyo shifted his legs and leaned Hakkai back.
As Hakkai rested into the mattress he muttered, “Gojyo.”
Without breaking penetration, Gojyo settled himself on top of Hakkai. He slid his dampened hand from between their flesh.
He kissed Hakkai gently on the lips and shifted his hips back. He pulled out.
Hakkai whimpered softly in protest.
Half-lidded emerald found smiling crimson, “What’s wrong?”
White teeth peeked from behind pink lips, “Nothing.”
“What are you doing?”
“Stopping.”
Hakkai knitted his brow, “Why?”
Gojyo rested back. His body screamed for Hakkai. His body was going to kick his ass. “That was for you.” Gojyo winked at him. “Wait right ---”
“Oh, no you don’t.” Hakkai pulled on Gojyo’s shoulder. “I’m not selfish in bed. You know that.” Hakkai’s lips brushed against Gojyo’s lips as he spoke. He tried to pull his lover in an embrace.
Gojyo softly chuckled, “Tonight you get to be.” He slipped from Hakkai and rested back on his shins.
“I don’t understand.” Hakkai gently shook his head.
Gojyo leaned over and brushed his fingers along Hakkai’s cheek. “There’s something I want you to know.”
Emerald questioned crimson.
“I want you to know it deep down within you.”
Emerald eyes narrowed slightly.
“I want there to never be any doubt.”
Emerald blinked.
“I don’t want you to ever forget.”
Emerald probed crimson.

Crimson dove into emerald.
“You don’t have to give yourself to me -- ever. I never just expect that from you.”
Hakkai tilted his head to the side and pressed his cheek into Gojyo’s hand. He smiled softly. “I want to give myself to you and I want you to give yourself to me.” He closed his eyes as he nuzzled Gojyo’s hand.
Gojyo smiled as he rested back on his shins. He scanned Hakkai. Hakkai…laying there…open…honest…naked…and free. His skin carried a soft glow and the room carried an alluring scent. This is how he always wanted Hakkai to be.
Hakkai opened his eyes and scanned Gojyo. Crimson locks brushed sharp eyes. Muscles flexed as lungs breathed. Hakkai cleared his throat. “Maybe, I wasn’t clear. I want you…tonight.” He sat up on his elbows.
Gojyo lifted an eyebrow and softly chuckled. What he wants, we give -- always. Gojyo lowered himself against Hakkai. His lips went after Hakkai’s chest and neck. He whispered, “In that case, you’d better relax and hang on, cause it’s gonna be a long night.”
Hakkai took in a sharp breath and cried out as pleasure radiated around inside him. “That’s so unfair. You have the power to do that to me.”
Gojyo shook his head, “Oh no…you have the power, trust me.” You’ve always had it.

MEANWHILE ….in the other room.

Sanzo’s eyes opened as the first rain drop fell. Damn it. It was rare that he slept well anymore. The weight of his life and the heaviness of this task pulled at him. This had been one of those rare nights. This was a night where he actually rested. This was a night where he was having a pleasant; although, slightly confusing dream…about…

--- ooopppp --- it was gone now.

“Tsk”.
He brought a hand into blonde locks and stared at the ceiling through the soft light that escaped the night sky and shoved its way through the incoming storm clouds.
He heard Goku not-so-softly breathe.
What was it about this night that allowed it to start well? Damn storm clouds took that peace away. If he could remember why tonight was different, then he could repeat it. Maybe with enough rest, he could be the person he wanted to be.
Goku shifted on the covers. A monkey arm flopped across Sanzo’s stomach.
Sanzo let out an “ooofff” of air as he grabbed Goku’s wrist. Stupid chimp.

He sat up as he peeled Goku’s arm from his waist. He looked at the smaller hand in his. That’s it, huh? His fingers slid across Goku’s hand as he looked at the contrast between their size and skin tone. Come to think of it …Sanzo seemed to rest best when he shared a bed with Goku. Not just a room, but a bed.
There was something about having that little guy so close that tugged at something within him. Something about the soft rhythmic breathing that lured him into resting ---not just sleep. Something about the snoring and drooling --that he found endearing.

Something….something…
He studied Goku’s fingers as if they held all the answers in life. He looked at the little flecks of dirt under his nails that the ape never seemed to get out. He looked at the various small abrasions and nicks the chimp seemed to pick up with every fight. He followed the soft lines and puffiness that granted the man-child his perpetual youthful appearance. Goku was perfect because he was flawed -- not in spite of it. He studied that hand -- as if it held all the answers. It did hold all the answers. All of the questions had one answer and that answer was love.

Unabashed

Unapologetic

Unconditional

Perpetual

Love.
“Bah“…who needs it? Sanzo didn’t need one more person to leave him. He didn’t need something else that needed to be protected. He dropped Goku’s arm to the bed and quietly stood.
He shuffled toward the window and pulled up a chair. He grabbed his smokes from the table and fished out a cigarette.
He exhaled as he watched the rain come down. He heard a chair shift in the next room. Hakkai’s awake, too.

Sanzo glanced over his shoulder and saw Goku sprawled out spread-eagle over the bed. Hmmph, didn’t take him long. He knew there would be some creative manuvering needed for him to get back in bed…if he wanted to try sleeping again. Nah, fuck that. He’d wake the little bugger up and force him to share. No one kicks Genjyo Sanzo from bed, not even Monkeys with an innate zest for life.
Sanzo carried his violet gaze back into the steady strumming of the liquid acid. When it rained, he thought about his Master. He thought about the night a great man died trying to protect a blonde weakling child. He wanted to know why. Why was he so worth saving? Why had his Master risked his life and then given his life to save him. Why did kind hands break the surface of the river and pull him out? If he’d just been allowed to die in the watery grave, then none of this would have happened.
But no goddamn it, he lived. He lived long enough to care. Goddamn it! Shit!

And now, he had to do something about it.

He had to save the fucking world. Great…just freaking lovely.

Lightening flickered in the distance; he began to wonder. Why did he have nine toes? Why did he have three companions that were so loyal? No, four…why would a dragon care so much for humans anyways? Why was it that he was haunted by half memories of people that looked like his travling companions and yet looked different. Why was he so cold inside?
Goku’s fingers twitched and his hand shifted on the bed.
Why was he so cold inside, except when that monkey looked at him with those large golden eyes?
Goku’s arm moved -- trying to find Sanzo.
What was so special about Genjyo Sanzo “renegade” priest that made everyone treat him like some great nabob? What wasn’t so special about Goku? What wasn’t so special about Hakkai and Gojyo? Why the fuck did they want him around? Why did they keep him around long enough for him to care?
Why couldn’t he feel anymore? He felt once …he dared to feel as a child. Where was that now? Had that little, hopeful, playful child been murdered too?
Goku sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes open.

No…that child was still in this shell somewhere. That child was clawing and clamoring to get out. For his own protection, that child had to stay hiden.
Sanzo hated being like this. If it would help, he’d hit himself with the fan.
Golden orbs rested on golden hair.
Sanzo wanted to lighten up. Sanzo wanted to pal around and “be one of the guys”. But, he just couldn’t get himself to do it. How does one just change? How do you just “do something”?
Goku noticed the rain and Sanzo’s position. He sighed. This is not good. Goku knew he needed to do something. He hated Sanzo like th --- no, he never hated Sanzo. He strongly disliked it when Sanzo was like this. He just wanted to help Sanzo feel better.
Every now and then that child inside Sanzo would claw his way to the surface. The child would dance for a whisper of a smile. The child would laugh for the suggestion of a giggle. The child would tickle for the semblance of a laugh. Those times were rare. Sanzo wondered how he could allow that child out? Not all the time, part of his effectivness was his shell. Someone had to whip these idiots into shape for whatever final battle was coming -- he had to be that someone. He also had to be the one to kill them -- if the darkness took them. How much more time was he going to waste on that if?
He didn’t want to completely change, he just wanted to feel. He wanted to feel a little -- every now and then --- at least for a little while. He sighed as he looked over at Goku.
Goku wore that stupid cute look that Sanzo would never admit he liked. He swallowed and took a drag off his cigarette. As he looked at those golden eyes he realized …sometimes he did feel for a little while. Kouryuu danced and Sanzo nearly smiled.
Goku sighed. He had an idea. He stood from the bed and swaggered slightly, “Hey Sanzo, ya wanna play a game of cards?”
Sanzo blinked at the man-child that every day was becoming more of a man. “Do you think you can win tonight?” Sanzo snuffed his cigarette out.
Goku rolled his eyes, “Probably not. But, I’d like to try.”
Sanzo didn’t say another word. He just stretched his arm out in silence.
Goku shuffled to Sanzo. He didn’t reach for a deck of cards. No, he wouldn’t need any cards for this game of cards.
Goku brushed his fingers across Sanzo’s cheek. Cupped the blonde’s chin and tilted violet into gold. Lips touched as nimple fingers curled into radiating locks. Goku’s tongue danced around Sanzo’s.

* * *
“Do you wanna play a game of cards?” That little metaphor started long ago. It became a “thing”. It started one night, when neither Goku nor Sanzo could get to sleep. Goku, hopeful that Sanzo was still awake, arrived at the priest’s room door with a deck of cards in his hands.
He knocked and there was no answer. He turned the doorknob and asked as he ducked whatever was being thrown at him, “Do ya wanna play a game of cards?”
No projectile whizzed by him. No sneer came at him. No tsk or cht or hmmm was heard. Just heavy slience surrounded by darkness. A soft sniffle cut the silence and sunshine hair cut the darkness. Sanzo had a folded airplane in one hand; he turned his head slightly.
It was raining and the sun was desperately trying to break through the storm clouds.
Goku ran to his beam of light. He dropped the cards somewhere on the floor. He threw his arms around Sanzo and for some unknown reason the monk returned the gesture.
One thing lead to another ….just like it would tonight.

* * *

Goku backed his head from Sanzo’s and gold probed violet. He wrapped his fingers around one of Sanzo’s hands and nudged the taller man toward the bed.
Sanzo stood, of his own accord, and sighed. At least he’d convinced the monkey that lubricant wasn’t necessary. Yes, indeed monkeys needed to be trained and slowly but surely Goku was getting where Sanzo needed him.
Goku stopped walking about half-way to the bed.
Sanzo looked down at the shorter man and knitted his brow. Had the monkey chan---
Goku whipped his hands to Sanzo’s bicepts and whirled him around. Goku shoved the blonde onto the bed.
Sanzo lifted an eyebrow. What is this? This is new.

Sanzo felt the air puff around him as he bounced off and back onto the bed. Before he could move Goku was over him straddling his hips. Sanzo moved his arms to --
Goku had him by the wrists, solidly stopping whatever movement the blonde had in mind.
Short strong fingers dug into pale wrists. Goku pushed those wrists into the pillow.
Goku leaned forward and pushed his lips against Sanzo’s. Goku kissed Sanzo long and hard. When Goku leaned back and broke the kiss, Sanzo gasped.
Sanzo gasped partially because of the surprise and partially because of the passion behind it. What the hell? Did some kind of doppelganger get a hold of Goku when he wasn’t looking? No…this smelled and tasted like Goku. Awww shit. He’s been talking to Tano. No, Tano would never break their trust and Sanzo knew it. Son of a bitch, he’d kill that sprite the next time he saw the red-headed scoundrel. Gojyo’d made it clear that morning that somehow he knew what Sanzo and Tano had done together -- that had to be it. The fucking sprite told. No…maybe that wasn’t it. Gojyo was a letch -- yes-- but he also knew to keep private things private.

Little did Sanzo know that Goku was ever watching -- ever learning. Ever growing and ever maturing.
Goku leaned over Sanzo and assaulted him with a barrage of kisses, licks and nips all over his lips, chin, neck and one bare shoulder.
Sanzo pushed against his flesh restraints.
Goku added more force behind his hold. He walked Sanzo’s wrists toward each other and roughly grabbed them in one hand. Goku whispered through his teeth, “Are you going to behave or do I need to get some kind of restraint?”

What the fuck?! When did Goku go from the shy timid bedroom partner to an erotically aggressive lover? Sanzo moaned as he pushed his head into the pillow.
Sanzo breathlessly spoke, “How--”
Goku positioned his face above the priest’s, “How do I know? Hmmmm.” Goku smiled mischievously, “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.”
Sanzo knitted his brow.
Goku continued, “You mumble in your sleep sometimes. And you want to know what you said not too long ago?”
Violet narrowed.
Goku released Sanzo’s wrists and rested back on blonde’s hips. “Ya see, I like talking to you when you’re mostly asleep. You tell me the raw truth. None of that cryptic shit.” Goku worked Sanzo’s belt open. “And, one time.” Goku jerked Sanzo’s belt from the loops and tossed it on the floor. “One time. I whispered to you. One time I said, ‘Sanzo, do you ever wish, I’d just take you?’ And…” Goku unbuttoned Sanzo’s pants and pulled the zipper open. “And …wait a minute. Could ya….” Goku lifted off Sanzo.
Sanzo raised his hips up, he kept his wrists over his head.
Goku pulled Sanzo’s pants and boxers off. He tossed them to the floor. Goku squared himself over Sanzo’s hips and he ground himself against Sanzo’s very firm cock. “And where was I …oh yes. And you said….” Goku leaned over Sanzo and positioned his nose just a breath away from Sanzo’s. “You said….’Yes’. “ Goku pushed his lips against Sanzo’s.
Violet widened as pupils pinpointed. Talking to him while he was asleep. That was just dirty pool. That was cheating. That was ….Goku’s only way to get to know the real Sanzo and he knew it. They both knew it.
Goku broke the kiss and smiled at Sanzo as a small sound escaped those luscious lips. A sound that seemed remarkably like a whimper. “So, that’s what I’m doing. I’m just taking you. Like it or not.” Goku wiggled his hips against Sanzo’s. “And, I see that you like it.”
Damn straight he liked it. This was Goku. There was an underlying tone that reeked of illicitness, whenever he was with Goku. Sanzo figured it was because Goku seemed young and that Goku always called him “Sanzo“. He liked it, but he couldn’t dare let Goku know. The monkey might get ideas and think he can be treated like this all the time.
Nope, Sanzo had to put a stop to this shit right now.
“You must have heard wrong.” Seeped from between Sanzo’s teeth as he jerked his upper body upright.
“Oh no, Priest, you heard wrong.” Goku pushed Sanzo’s shoulders back down onto the mattress. He whipped his nimble fingers around Sanzo’s wrists. Again, he held two pale wrists in one hand. His other hand went out to the side, “Nyoi-bo.” Goku grinned. He looked at his staff. “Shorter.”
The Nyoi-bo shrank to about a foot and a half in length. Goku bounced it in his palm. He maneuvered Sanzo’s hands next to each other and simply let his staff roll from his fingers and onto Sanzo’s palms.
Goku sat up and grinned, “Now, get out of that.”
Sanzo barely recovered from his insides reeling over being called ‘priest’, before the weight of staff pushed his hands into the pillow over his head. Sanzo strained to lift his hands. He pushed and arched his back. No fucking way. How much did that red staff weight at it’s normal size?
Goku knew the normal length would crush Sanzo’s hands, but this…this should serve the purpose very well.
Sanzo immediately gained deeper respect for Goku’s strength and relaxed into the mattress.
Goku slipped his fingers under Sanzo’s tight black silk shirt and began to push it up. He leaned over and parted his lips. His tongue trailed behind the shirt, leaving a glistening line on freshly exposed skin.
Sanzo gasped and pushed his head into the pillow.
Goku smoothed his hands over the pale chest that was presented so nicely before him. Sanzo’s muscles flexed and strained under his attentions. The shadow of around his ribs was noticeable in the fleeting light. The cuts and rips of his muscle tone beckoned to Goku.
Goku answered.
He tore after Sanzo. He ravaged Sanzo. He nipped, licked and kissed to his heart’s desire. His lips found one nipple. His tongue swirled around it and he drew it into his mouth. White teeth pressed into pink skin.
Sanzo gasped and took in a sharp breath. He began to pant.
Goku slowly released the pink bud from it’s bony prison. One quick tongue swirl and Goku was off to seek out the other nipple.
His lips closed around the pink skin and he sucked. He sucked hard.
Sanzo took in another sharp breath and slowly let it out. He felt his skin being pulled into Goku’s mouth.
Goku released the pressure behind his suction and his tongue sought out the raised nub. He pressed his closed teeth against it and pushed as he parted his teeth. He felt Sanzo’s nipple pop between his teeth and he bit down.
Sanzo nearly screamed out. He bit his lips and took in quick panting breaths.
Goku parted his teeth and rested back onto his Sanzo’s hips. He looked at the pale chest that now had red adornments. He saw the flushness to Sanzo’s face. The puffy pinkness to his lips and the wantonness in his eyes.
Sanzo looked up at Goku….Goku with that playful look on his face, and yet a deepness was drifting in those golden orbs. And of course, the freckles that dotted that nose and those cheeks.
Goku nibbled on his bottom lip as he pondered what to do next. He’d never had Sanzo like this. The blonde was totally at his mercy. He could touch the priest any way he wanted. He could do anything he wanted. I could ….Goku grinned showing all his teeth.
Violet widened. Oh, what now?

Goku crashed forward and his tongue traveled along Sanzo’s collar bone. I can mark him. His lips parted and his teeth found the tasty skin that covered such a sensitive part of the body. He bit down.
Sanzo felt the pressure behind Goku’s teeth increase. He felt a searing pulse radiate from Goku’s mouth. He slammed his eyes shut. He bit his lips. His face trembled.
Goku increased the pressure.
Sanzo released his teeth and cried out long, hard and loud.
Lightening flashed washing the room in white; thunder rolled.
Goku lifted his lips from Sanzo’s skin and spoke through the pressure on behind his teeth. “How’s this, Priest, nasty enough for ya?”
The words assaulted Sanzo’s ears. Tainted slammed into him. Illicit slammed into him. Forbidden slammed into him. His hips pushed into Goku nearly lifting them both from the bed. He almost got his hands from under the staff. His mind flashed to white. His stomach quivered. His thighs trembled. His breath caught in his throat. His loins exploded.
A jagged breath left Sanzo.
Goku released the pressure behind his teeth. He smiled as he realized he did it right. He stopped just shy of breaking the skin. He felt Sanzo’s essence soak through his shorts and rested against Sanzo’s twitching member. Well, whadda know some really do like it rough -- really rough.

Gold probed violet. At that moment, Goku realized this time with Sanzo would eventually come to an end. Sanzo would kill him. Sanzo would kill him and then work his freaky Priest magic and kill him again. Next, Sanzo would cut his body up in little bitty pieces and scatter them to the winds. Or….Sanzo would just hand him over to Homura. Goku shuddered. Shit. Even Monkey Kings couldn’t turn back time. Goku figured he couldn’t get in any more trouble so he might as well go with it. He was going to enjoy what little time he had left to breathe.
He tiled his body weight and maneuvered between Sanzo’s legs. He wiggled out of his clothes and tossed them to the floor. He settled himself between Sanzo’s legs.
Sanzo lifted his knees-- partially to relieve the pressure on his lower back and partially as a way to call --- a call to those golden eyes. And there….there were those freckles. Little dots calling for attention on that button-nose, round cheeks and muscular chest. Sanzo had plans for those freckles. He wanted those freckles.
Goku leaned over him. “Hey, Sanzo?”
Sanzo gritted his teeth. I swear if it’s ‘I’m hungry’, I’m gonna kill him. “What?”
“You’re about to be taken, blondie.”
Goku pushed himself into Sanzo’s private opening. Apparently, those freckles wanted Sanzo too.
Sanzo felt his body reluctantly open to Goku’s invasion. Searing stretching pain mingled with pleasure as Goku slowly pushed deeper into him. He tried to arch off the bed. He cried out -- again.
Goku paused offering Sanzo a moment to get use to his presence.
Sanzo took in a deep breath. “Goku.”
Goku smiled, I swear if it’s ‘Stupid Monkey’, I’m gonna …something. “Yes.”
Violet probed gold.
Gold graze violet.
“I’m not fragile.”
Gold smiled. “I know that.” He rolled his eyes. “Anyone who says you are needs to get their head examined.” Sanzo was the toughest human Goku had ever met. Sure he was human, but damn he was tough. Sanzo made paper hurt.

And, that was why Sanzo was with Goku.
Goku gripped Sanzo’s hips and began his first back stroke. He pulled on Sanzo as he pushed and he pushed on Sanzo as he pulled back. Their flesh met in the middle of each stroke.
Sanzo felt---

Sanzo felt it all. He felt Goku on him and in him. He felt his back slide against the bedspread. He felt his head bounce against the pillow. He felt his hands being bound by the Nyoi-bo. He felt his teeth clatter together. He felt his eyes bounce inside his head. He felt his breath hitch. He felt Goku letting go just shy of causing permanent damage. He felt no coldness inside now; every cell in his body vibrated with burning passion.

--- deep down inside --- he felt something.

A light …a warm light.

And, that was why Sanzo loved Goku.

He’d be damned before he admitted it.
Goku bounced and rocked over Sanzo. Piercing violet constantly shifted in his view. Sweat seeped from his skin and rolled down his back. His muscles flexed and stretched. His jaw set. His breath huffed through his teeth. His hair whipped around his head. His limiter rattled slightly, but held tight.
Lightening struck…thunder shuddered.
Sunshine , pure sunshine , poured from beneath Goku washing him in warm radiance.
A red glow flashed briefly in room originating from the window and Goku cried out.
His shoulders shook. His stomach curled. His thighs quaked. His fingers gripped into Sanzo’s hips. His mind spun. Passion exploded within him. He plunged one last time into Sanzo.
Tan collapsed against white.
Goku’s chest heaved. Between puffs of air, he muttered, “Nyoi-bo.”
Sanzo’s hands were free. His shoulders protested as he lifted his arms. He flopped his arms against Goku’s back. His fingers trailed through glistening sweat.
Sanzo stared at the blank ceiling as one hand twisted into short, soft, brown locks. He could feel the heat radiate from Goku. He felt the smaller man panting against his chest. He could feel Goku’s heartbeat against his skin and his own pulse reverberated in his head.
Sanzo’s jaw trembled as he let out a slow breath.
Goku softly muttered, “Hey Sanzo?”
“Yeah, Goku.”
“I’m hungry.”
Damn it! Where was that fan!?

At that moment …with the dragon.

Hakuryuu landed on a leafy branch in a nearby tree. He shook the droplets of rain from his scales and the fine feathering hairs down his spine. He stretched his wings out and flapped them dry. He’d be their look-out from out here. He sighed. He wondered how his clan was faring without him.

NEXT …. In the other room

Gojyo had laid out before him an amorous and recharged Hakkai. He had below him a comfortable bed and around him privacy. Could life get any better?
Hakkai sat up on his elbows….life just got better.
[end gratuitous use of overlap]
Gojyo continued his oral attacks on Hakkai.
Hakkai pressed his body weight into his elbows and rolled his head back. He breathlessly spoke, “Hold on a minute.”
Gojyo pulled his head back, “Not with you sitting like that.” Crimson disappeared under Emerald’s chin.
Hakkai pushed his elbows out and laid flat on his back. “Ok, now hold on a minute.”
Gojyo sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. One heavy sigh later, “What is it?”
“I want something from my -- our -- bag.”
Gojyo lifted an eyebrow. Our? Sweet! He sat back on the bed.
Hakkai rolled of the bed and stumbled slightly as he found his footing. He walked over to the red leather bag and fished through it. He shrugged and just brought the whole thing back to the bed.
Hakkai chuckled as he caught a glance from Gojyo. The infamous “woman”-izer had a look on his face reminiscent of a child Christmas Day. Hakkai softly shook his head as he plopped the bag onto the bed and softly sat down.
He reached in and pulled out a long strand of pearls. He smiled at Gojyo and wiggled his eyebrows.
Gojyo knitted his brow. “Uh…Hakkai.”
“Yes.” Emerald’s voice carried a suspicious mischievous tone to it.
“You know those are only suppose to be used on women.”
Hakkai raised an eyebrow, “Really?” There was that tone again.
“Yeah.”
Hakkai looked down at the pearls, “Not if you know what you are doing.” An emerald gaze lifted and pushed on crimson. “On…your…back.” That tone was gone as he dropped his register slightly.
Hakkai grabbed the bottle of lubricant and poured some onto his fingers. He worked it over the middle of the strand. He straightened two fingers and pressed slippery pearls against the ends of his fingers. He held the loose ends against his wrist with his free hand and squared himself between Gojyo’s knees.
“If what you say is true, then I suggest you prepare yourself for something new.” Hakkai pressed two pearl sandwiched fingers into Gojyo.

MEANWHILE…in the other room.

Sanzo sighed, “In my robes.” He’d learned a long time ago to stash some kind of food in his robes. To never be far from food when Goku was around…especially when the kitchen below was locked up for the night. That is, if he wanted even a semblance of peace.
Goku lazily lifted his head from Sanzo’s chest. “Your robes?”
“Yes…in my robes. Meatbuns, potstickers…I’ve got a virtual grocery store in my fucking robes. Because of you.”
Goku lifted an eyebrow. Sanzo with an attempt at humor? Maybe, Sanzo wasn’t going to kill him.
“And hand me my cigarettes.”
Goku lifted off Sanzo, walked over to the table and lit a candle . He sat Sanzo’s cigarettes and an ashtray on the nightstand. He trundled over to Sanzo’s robes and rummaged around until he found the wrapped morsels. He shrugged, Who’da thought there were so many hiding places in robes?

“Hey Sanzo?”
Sanzo cringed as he maneuvered his shirt down. What could it possibly now? Shit! “What?”
“How do ya keep your shit from falling out?”
Sanzo squeezed his eyes shut. “Stupid Monkey.”
Sanzo kept his shit from falling out for the same reason his gun changed from a top break to a side break. For the same reason, he never ran out of ammo. For the same reason, headbands would appear and disappear. For the same reason, every now and then the black silk on his hands would disappear. For the same reason, the barrel of his gun went from a cross sited revolver, to a tab sited revolved, to that of a semi-automatic Glock .9mm. For the same reason, the sutra would appear and disappear on his shoulders -- inexplicably. For the same reason Hakkai’s monocle never came off and how it was spontaneously fixed after it cracked. For the same reason, shredded clothing became perfectly mended. For the same reason, Goku’s coronet never came off even when he was upside down. For the same reason, it always seemed Gojyo just pulled his staff out of his ass. For the same reason, Hakkai shifted between understanding Hakuryuu to not understanding Hakuryuu. For the same reason, they had numerous sets of identical clothing.

That’s just they way it was; roll with it.

Yes, indeed the change over Shangri-La affected much more than just the demons.

Or was that Youkai…wait minute what language are speaking?

That reason, of course, had nothing to do with

Why..

Goku’s shadow

often looked

like Sanzo.

AT THAT MOMENT …with the dragon.

He was sure his clan was doing fine. He’d left it in good hands. His emissary was honorable, competent and capable.
The branch under him dipped slightly. He turned his head and saw a slightly smaller white dragon land further down the branch. She looked like a drenched rat. Her scales were soaked. Her feathering hairs drooped. Her wings dripped. Her eyelashes were the longest he’d ever seen. She was kinda cute.

NEXT ….in the other room.

Gojyo felt his body stretch and relax as the pearls entered his body. Oh..that just felt weird. Weird in a good way, but still weird. He blinked at the ceiling as he rested his head against the pillow.
“Well?” Hakkai inquired.
“It’s different. I’ll give ya that.”
“Yeah, but different good or different bad?”
“Different good.”
Whew -- Hakkai let out a sigh of relief.
“Whew?” Gojyo’s heart leaped into his throat. What is with this “whew” shit?

“Yeah.”
“Don’t tell me I’m your fucking gunea pig.”
“Well, yeah. Kinda….in a way.”
“Oh my god.” Gojyo laughed. Hakkai was such an excellent lover that Gojyo tended to forget how inexperienced he was. “You’re gonna kill me in some freaky-ass way. I just know it.”
“Oh c’mon. Live a little. “ Hakkai shrugged. “I’ve done this with women before. It can’t be that different.” Well…two women.

“Dude, there is a dif---- Oh My God!” Crimson eyes rolled back.
Hakkai had begun to stroke his pearled fingers in and out of Gojyo.
Gojyo relaxed into the sensations provoked by Hakkai’s movements. He moaned softly.
“Good?”
A muttered, “Yeah,” escaped Gojyo’s lips.
Hakkai paused his movements and held his hand static. He removed his hand from his wrist and fished through the leather bag again.
He pulled out a small piece of fleece. He crumpled the fabirc in his hand rubbed it on Gojyo’s stomach.
Gojyo’s eyes fluttered open. “That’s interesting.”
Hakkai sat the fabric to the side and went back into his bag. He pulled out a black sleeping mask. He tossed it on Gojyo’s chest. “Put this on.”
“Ooohhhkkkaaayyy”. What did that green-eyed paramour have planned? Gojyo lifted his shoulders off the mattress, slipped the blindfold over his head and adjusted his hair. He shook his head and crimson strands fell into their exact and perfect places. He relaxed into the mattress.
Hakkai leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around Gojyo’s wrist. Gojyo’s left wrist -- his dominat hand.
Hakkai shrugged as he thought Gojyo was suppose to be the creative one. Some people only talk the talk.

Tenpou chuckled. He had the same problem with Kenren. That got settled real quick.
Hakkai might be considered a “late bloomer”, but when he exploded on the scene…he exploded on the scene.
Hakkai sat Gojyo’s wrist down on the slightly taller man’s hip next to curly wisps of crimson hair. He pulled a piece of cool satin from the bag. He draped the satin over Gojyo’s erection.
A soft moan escaped Gojyo’s lips as the cool softness of the fabric entered his mind.
Hakkai wrapped his fingers around Gojyo’s. He manipulated Gojyo’s fingers around his satin covered cock.
Gojyo knew. Gojyo began to stroke himself.
Hakkai held the pearls against his wrist and returned to pulsing in and out of Gojyo’s body.
Hakkai tried to be a quiet as possible. If he had ear plugs he would have made Gojyo use them. He wanted Gojyo in a state of semi-sensory deprevation. He wanted Gojyo to have no choice, but to focus on feeling. Feeling the fabric against his sensitive skin and the pearls sliding in and out of his body.
Gojyo swam in an ocean of ink. There was a deeper level of solitude --coupled solitude -- under a blindfold than just merely closing one’s eyes. Maybe it was due to the light that would seep through the thin skin, that kept one mostly in the present; whereas, the inky blackness offered by a blindfold, helped lift Gojyo in to a world of pure sensation.
The soft whispers of movement offered him only the merest tether to reality.
Gojyo stroked himself in earnest.
Hakkai stroked adding an uptick to his fingers as he filled Gojyo’s depths.
Hakkai was careful not to touch any part of Gojyo’s body -- that wasn’t necessary. He wanted Gojyo’s mind to focus on two physical sensations. As Gojyo’s muscles clench and relaxed; as Gojyo’s head rolled and those luscious lips allowed soft pleas of passion to escape into the cool night air; as Gojyo lifted slightly off the bed -- he watched. Hakkai watched it all -- carefully… lovingly… voyeuristically.
Gojyo timed his strokes with Hakkai’s strokes.
Hakkai altered his thrusts.
Gojyo switched.
Hakkai changed speed.
Gojyo caught up.
This is how the game went. Hakkai intentionally kept Gojyo off balance.
The altering states made Gojyo’s mind swoon. His sprit spun. His mind tried to make sense of the invading probing, off set by the engulfing sleekness of satin and anchored to this plane by whispers of movment.
His body awarness faded. He began to develop an itch…deep inside his body. An itch that Hakkai only probed …only teased. An itch that could not be scratched and yet screamed for attention.
Gojyo was inundated with feelings of safety , security, trust and recklessness.
He felt his orgasm begin to build.
Hakkai watched as Gojyo’s strokes moved with more and more fervor. He saw his lover’s feet tighten. His legs stiffen. His thighs quiver. His breath changed to short pants. Teeth hissed as partically blocked air forced through. His shoulders curled off the bed. Gojyo’s neck went stiff and the tendons tightened the skin. The nape of his neck lifted from the pillow and his head jerked back. Crimson strands bounced freely between their sweet origin and the now hot pillow. Gojyo’s teeth parted and his mouth opened in a silent yell.
Hakkai smiled. He knew. He knew his lover was right there…right on the verge. He was in that beautiful frisson moment where the body seemed to stop functioning. He was experiencing what Buddhists called “little death”. Hakkai plunged into Gojyo.
Gojyo squeaked. No, he wasn’t ready for this night to end. He wasn’t finished being the toy. He wasn’t finished playing with his toy. No…not yet.
Gojyo abruptly stopped his strokes. His lungs cried out at his own teasing. He wasn’t about to take his toys and go home. His fists pounded into the mattress, his hips jerked from the sheets. His face hurt.
Hakkai’s eyes widend. Gojyo’s monumental self control wasn’t part of the game plan. Hakkai released his own wrist. A small ball of crimson chi formed.
Gojyo’s skin felt a warm tingle as the chi broke through the satin pointless barrier. His body shook internally. His body quaked externally. His breath broke in his chest and caught in his throat. His eyes squeezed so tight he swore his eyelids turned. His mouth tensed in a not-silent yell. His fists bounced on and off the bed. His hips jerked… pushed himself against Hakkai’s fingers and the pearls.
Hakkai smiled … it was a slightly evil smile … he couldn’t help it. It was darkly delicious doing this to Gojyo … watching Gojyo …..seeing Gojyo fuck himself with his hand.
The itch screamed. The frisson exploded and tore through him. He was stuck here, there and everywhere between. Time stood still. His breath bounced in his head. His pulse jumped through his body. He cried out, “Oh GOD Hakkai …PLEASE!”
Hakkai softly spoke. “Please what?” Dance for me puppet. Scream for me puppet.

“Please….” he paused to pant. He forced the words from his tense troat, “Make me.”
Hakkai wiggled his fingers. “Make you what?” Ask for it. Beg for it.

Gojyo’s throat began to relax. His eyes flashed red and white. His heart threatened to explode. His toes went numb. His fingers ached. “Cum.”
Hakkai softly chuckled. “Only you can do that.” He was playing dirty and he knew it.
Gojyo was torn. He could end this tantalizing torture with one stroke. He could be out of it, if Hakkai where to so much as whisper on his trobbing cock. He could…

Control Himself.

Gojyo reached deep within himself and pulled on reserve self control. Hakkai was not going to win this easily. His fists pounded into the mattress. He jerked his torso off the bed and whipped the blindfold off his face.
Hakkai’s hand was propelled from Gojyo’s body. He yanked the pearls out.
Gojyo screamed as the undalting balls of pleasure unexpectedly raced from him. He grabbed Hakkai by the shoulders and whipped the slightly smaller man onto his stomach.
Gojyo crashed against Hakkai’s back. He curled a hand around Hakkai’s hips and lifted the brunette to his hands and knees.
Hakkai wadded up the bedding for balance.
Gojyo grabbed a fistful of short dark locks and squeezed Hakkai’s stomach. “Think you can do that and get away with it?”
Hakkai squeaked as he tried to gasp. This is new.

Meanwhile…in the next room.

Goku pulled the wrapped tasties from Sanzo’s robes and sat down at the table.
Goku looked at the wall behind him, “Hey! That sounded like Gojyo….” His voice disappeared under pressed lips. It’s just weird when they do it.

Sanzo, having straightened out his shirt, decided it was time for a smoke. He tried to sit up. His body bitched slapped him. He laid there blinking at the ceiling. His collar throbbed. His hips ached. He felt an internal scream. What the hell did that monkey do to him? Oh yes.…exactly what he wanted. Sanzo laid there feeling the musical symphony from his body. Feeling the rush coursing through his veins. Feeling … the sensation of feeling.
He was not about to let the monkey -- his charge -- know that Genjyo Sanzo would be taken out this quickly. Pride…pure, raw, pride made him sit up. He had to do something and do it right fucking now. He pushed off the mattress with his arms.
Goku watched with a meatbun hanging from his mouth.
A combination of rolling, tilting, and abdominal clenching got him upright in bed. He pushed off the mattress. He swayed as he grabbed for the nightstand.
“Sanzo?” Goku inquired between bites.
“Stay right there.” A great fuck wasn’t about to keep Sanzo from his feet. His insides screamed, bitched and lodged official complaints. His hips whined and moaned. He scanned his body and he could see the beginnings of five round bruises on each of his porcelain hips. Porcelain, bullshit, they were white fucking titanium -- damn it!
“Sanzo, did I hurt you?”
“Tch.” Sanzo sneered. He wasn’t about to bend over and pick up his underwear. No, that would wait. He shuffled over to his robes officially vetoing the pissy bitching from his body. Sanzo’s body was a dictatorship not a democracy and he’d appreciate it if his body would learn that.
The fan flew. “Don’t think your going to get away with that every time!”

Goku whined. ”Gods! What your problem?” I love you too, Sanzo.

He shuffled back to the bed (fan in hand) pulled the covers down and carefully sat down. He snatched the sheets around his waist and lit a cigarette. He sat the fan on the nightstand -- within easy reach.
Goku wrapped up what was left of the stashed food. He had to save some for later -- after all. He nearly pranced to the bed. He plopped down next to Sanzo.
Sanzo winced as his body shifted in unexpected movements.
“Hey Sanzo?”

What could it possibly be now? The monkey had been laid and had food. What? What? What could it remotely be? Oh for crying out loud! Sanzo inhaled and let out a thin stream of smoke. “What?”
Goku offered a big stupid grin. “Don’t think I’m not gonna to try.”
Sanzo nearly dropped his cigarette.

AT THAT MOMENT…with the dragon.

She wasn’t kinda cute. She was very cute. Hakuryuu turned his head away as she turned hers toward him. He wondered why he was acting like a wet behind the ears school-pup. Hakkai might think of him as a baby dragon, but he was a full-blown dragon. Sure, dragon lifetimes were longer than human lifetimes and in the whole scheme of things we was a young dragon -- but no so young as to be sheepish. He wasn’t merely a male dragon. He was a man-dragon. He was a solider. He was battle-hardened. He was life-worn. He was the trusted chaperone of Field Marshal Tenpou. He was Gojun, Dragon King of the Western Seas! He was blushing as he felt her eyes on him.
He turned his head trying to steal another look at her long neck, shapely wings and fluttering eyelashes. He watched as she shivered. He was a fire dragon. He was a resourceful dragon. He could fix this.

Adapt! Overcome! Improvise!

He swooped down toward the ground. She watched.

NEXT….in the other room.

Gojyo walked kisses down Hakkai’s spine as he maintained his firm grasp on the short silky hair. He had to keep Hakkai’s hands and body away from his dick while his sexual response calmed the fuck down.
Hakkai moaned as his back dipped. Some can walk the walk -- too.

Tenpou chuckled, he made the same mistake with Kenren. That got corrected real quick.
Gojyo slipped his arm from around Hakkai’s waist and felt around on the bed. His fingers probed the fleece and he snatched it. He slipped his hand around Hakkai and quickly found the hard manhood.
Hakkai gasped as the soft fleece surrounded him. He bucked as he moved with Gojyo’s strokes.
Gojyo backed his hips quickly. That was close. Gojyo let the dark brown stands slip from his fingers.
Hakkai cradled the wadded bedding in his arms. He turned his head and pushed his face against the cotton fabric.
Gojyo tightened his grip around Hakkai and shifted his hips back -- a little further--- just to be on the safe side. His shoulder rolled as he pulled five nails down a naked back. Pink streaks emerged -- chasing the nails down Hakkai’s lightly tanned skin.
Hakkai’s shoulders curled back as his chest pushed into the bedding. His mouth opened and proffered a yell. His sharp breath cut-off his own verbal release. His back dipped and then arched. His hips shifted pushing himself against Gojyo’s grip.
Gojyo didn’t wait for Hakkai to fully recoil from that. He began his rapid strokes immediately.
Hakkai released his pent-up breath in broken, “O’s”. His hips bounced under Gojyo’s attentions. His eyes fluttered. He pushed with his hands and lifted his chest from the mattress.
Gojyo now had more room to work. His fast firm strokes took longer strides. His hand curled around the curve of Hakkai’s ass. He made as soft circle with his palm.
*SLAP*
Hakkai’s eyes popped open. A shocked, “Hhhhaaaa!” ran from his mouth.
*SLAP*
Hakkai’s body jerked. Gojyo didn’t pause stroking Hakkai’s cock…not in the slightest. He rubbed Hakkai’s pinkish skin. He leaned over and whispered, “You ok?”
Between moans and hisses, Hakkai loudly offered a very breathy, “Oh god yes!”
Gojyo’s mouth opened in a wide grin. He shook in a silent laugh. He had this 5’11” brunette exactly where he wanted.
*SLAP*
Gojyo’s voice dropped in register, “You can’t out freak the freak.”
*SLAP*
Hakkai felt the warmth from Gojyo’s hand radiate through his body. He felt the unforgiving strokes around his cock begin take hold of his insides.
“Don‘t even try.”
*SLAP*
“You’re in my territory now, newbie.”
*SLAP*
Hakkai’s mouth hung open and a small screech forced it’s way into his lungs. He panted as pleasure jolted through his body.
Hakkai’s ass was turning a from pink to light red. Gojyo smiled.
“Go ahead and try. Push me, I dare ya.”
*SLAP*
Hakkai gripped the bedding and pulled it to his face. He screamed into the fabric. He felt pleasure trying to force it’s way out his body. His thighs began to quake. His toes curled. His shoulders tensed.
“Who’s got you now?”

*SLAP*
Hakkai’s voice cracked as he screamed Gojyo’s name. Pleasure in its rawest , purest form crash through him. It streamed across his body and propelled out of him.
Eight strokes…no more…no less. Hakkai came with several all body shudders.

MEANWHILE…in the next room.

Goku sat next to a trying-not-to-look-stunned-but-failing-at-the-effort Sanzo.
Sanzo calmly, methodically, and nonplussedly finished his cigarette...or so he thought.
Goku was smiling behind that blonde head. Smiling…waiting….nearly snickering.
Sanzo pressed his cigarette out , “Blow out ---”
Goku grabbed Sanzo’s shoulders and shoved the smaller man on his back.
Sanzo cried out as his body bitched slapped him again. “Goku, damn it!”
“Hush.” Goku whispered as he nibbled on Sanzo’s ear. He walked kissed over the black silk top and onto a bare shoulder.
Sanzo gripped his fingers into short brown hair and jerked Goku’s head from his shoulder.
Goku pulled himself from Sanzo’s grip, “Excuse me.”
Violet probed Gold.
Gold pierced Violet, “Did I tell you we were done?”
Violet widened. Who the fuck has he been talking to? I’ll kill‘em. I’ll figure it out and I’ll kill them.

Sanzo pushed his head into the mattress as Goku pushed on his chest.
Goku marched kisses over black silk and whipped the sheet from Sanzo’s hips.
Short, nimble, strong fingers wrapped around Sanzo’s semi-flaccid cock.
Lips parted. A tongue darted.
Violet fluttered and rolled back. A moan escaped into the night air.

AT THAT MOMENT … with the dragon.

Hakuryuu landed softly on the ground. He looked up and noted the thick canopy. He flapped his wings, shuffled his talons, and nudged with his nose. He gathered. He gathered sticks, leaves, debris, and stacked them in a pile.
He sat back and puffed his chest out. What we have here is a grade-A, number one, field campfire.

He glanced up at her.
She began to swoop toward the ground.
He puffed and pushed fire from deep with in him. That grade-A, number one, field campfire was now warmly ablaze.
She landed and softly shook the bulk of the water off herself. She looked at him. His scales were highlighted by the red glow of the fire. His head held high, his chest proud, and his wings hinted at iridescence. His presence could be described in one word : regal.
She gasped --- Could this be? Her eyes studied him. She mentally peeled away time from is visage. As her mental portrait came into view, she knew. She knew he was her King. She swooned at the importance of this chance encounter. She smiled.
He smiled as he waddled closer to her.
She stretched her wings out trying to dry them and capture the warmth from the fire. A small gust of wind ventured by. She shivered as she dropped her wings.
He was a resourceful dragon. He was a chivalrous dragon. He wrapped a wing around her.
The top of her head brushed the underside of his.
He pulled back slightly from her.
She stepped from under his wing.
He tilted his head. An arcane language slipped effortlessly from his mouth, “How are things with the clan?”
“Things are fine.”
“How’s the Prince?”
“Missing his father, but serving honorably.”
Words were meaningless…he’d recognize his wife anywhere.

NEXT…in the other room.

Hakkai compressed his thighs and calves as his going flaccid member twitched. His breath heaved. His head spun. His hands trembled.
Gojyo devilishly debated on grabbing the red bottle but figured that was pushing it. He poured some of the clear liquid on his fingers. ‘Oh…we’re not done.” He slid his slippery middle finger down the cleft of Hakkai’s ass.
Hakkai’s head whipped back with a gasp.
Gojyo slipped the appendage inside of Hakkai.
Hakkai moaned as his teeth closed and his lips parted. His breath hissed from behind his teeth.
Gojyo backed his hand and added his index finger.
Hakkai whimpered; his eyes closed; his head dipped; his hips raised.
Gojyo leaned over Hakkai. He kissed Hakkai’s back and offered the tanned skin short quick swipes with the tip of a pink tongue. He worked his fingers in and out of Hakkai. His free hand wormed it’s way to Hakkai’s chest.
Gojyo worked his way to Hakkai’s shoulder, “Didn’t I warn you it was going to be a long night? Didn’t I tell you to relax and hang on?”
Hakkai jerked his elbows straight and screamed. His throat began to hurt. His eyes slammed shut and he became enswathed in pleasure. Pleasure raced through him. It slammed into him. It cut him. It bit him. He ached as his abused, mistreated, absolutely delighted member stood back at attention. “This is so not fair.”
“All’s fair in love and war, Tenpou. I’m sorry, Hakkai.” Gojyo chuckled.
Hakkai chuckled. “So, Kenren --I mean -- Gojyo, which is this? Love or war?”
Gojyo smiled as he shifted behind Hakkai. He placed his knees to the outside of Hakkai’s knees. He pulled his fingers out and slowly pushed his cock in. “Only you can decide that.”
Hakkai’s breath caught in his throat as Gojyo filled him. His head dropped forward.
Gojyo slipped his slickened fingers around Hakkai’s cock and used the hand on Hakkai’s chest to pull Hakkai up in a kneeling position.
A half-moon of moonlight was visible between the small of Hakkai’s back and Gojyo’s stomach.
Gojyo began to slowly thrust into Hakkai.
Hakkai pushed his head against Gojyo’s shoulder and Gojyo pressed his cheek against Hakkai’s face.
Gojyo released Hakkai’s cock and slid that hand to Hakkai’s chest. The hand that originally was on Hakkai’s chest slipped to Hakkai’s lips.
Hakkai separated his lips, teeth parted and Hakkai hungrily lapped at the dry fingers.
Gojyo whispered, “Stroke yourself. I want to be in you when you pleasure yourself.”
Hakkai’s eyes fluttered as he took hold of himself.
Hakkai stroked and lapped.
Gojyo gyrated and rocked.
Chest rubbed back. Hips bumped ass. Hand gripped chest. Tongue teased fingers. Lips kissed cheek. Hand pleasured cock.
Gojyo listened as his lover proffered pants, pleas and cries of passion.
Hakkai swam as he heard the overtures, implorations and groans of seduction from Gojyo.
Gojyo watched Hakkai carefully. He listened intently. He felt the subtle shifts of tension within Hakkai’s muscles. He heard the quickening pace of Hakkai’s breaths. He heard the increased desperation in Hakkai’s moans. He tightened his hold on Hakkai’s chest.
He timed…
this just ….
right.
He whispered, “Thou hast beckoned me with thy liefsome cries my darkling lesnan. I answer with this halse. Thou hast me…insoulled.”
[“You have beckoned me with your (delightful ; pleasing) cries my mysterious lover. I answer with this embrace. You have me …insoulled (insoul -- to set a soul in; to fix one’s strongest affections on.)”]
The words shot through Hakkai’s ears like munitions through a cannon. Fireworks of passion exploded within him. He hoarsely cried out.
Gojyo prevented him from curling over. He wanted to feel this. He wanted to see this.
Hakkai jerked between Gojyo’s chest and hand. His thighs shuddered. Tremors danced across his abdomen. His mind flashed to white …as he experienced his own “little death”.
Gojyo watch as jizzim shot from Hakkai and arched onto the bedspread.
Gojyo vouchsafed himself his own “little death“. Teased and taunted passions flew from Gojyo. His lungs cried out a nearly angered cry. His shoulders rocked. His thighs quivered. His chest heaved. His fingers gripped Hakkai’s chest.
They fell together…to the side.
Hakkai curled his legs up. Gojyo’s followed. Hakkai pulled Gojyo’s arms around him.
Occasionally quaking and shuddering they laid in a breathy silence as pleasure rolled around them and through them.
Hakkai caught his breath, “Please…not again. No more, I beg you.”
Gojyo chuckled. “What are you talking about?”
“That time kinda hurt. I ache. Don’t do it again.”
“What are you talking about? Do what again?” Gojyo bit his lips to curtail the smile.
“Don’t say it again.”
“Don’t say what?”
Hakkai sighed. Words rapidly propelled themselves from his mouth, “That sentence. The sentence. The phrase. Relax and hang on ---” He cried out. Hakkai did it to himself.
Gojyo couldn’t contain his laugher.
Hakkai arched from Gojyo’s embrace. He pushed himself off the bed and up onto his knees. His head swooned. His body ached. He sat back on his shins. He looked down at his erect dick and blinked. “This is biologically impossible.”
Gojyo laughed, “Not for a demon, baby. “
Hakkai jerked his hands in the air. “What! What do you want? What more could you possibly want?”
Hakkai’s dick didn’t not answer. It just stood there looking up at him.

MEANWHILE…in the other room.

Sanzo reeled under Goku’s oral attentions. One of his hands clutched at the bedding. The other wrapped around his own mouth trying to muffle his pleas of pleasure.
Goku placed his index and thumb around Sanzo’s cock --not fully encircling the girth-- and pulled the skin tight. He ran his tongue in slow wide circles around the engorged head. He traced the ridges and lines with the tip of his tongue. He turned his head. He gently nipped and traced a line down the underside of Sanzo’s shaft.
Sanzo’s mouth gaped open and a low breathy moan left him. His fingers slipped between his teeth.
Goku rolled his tongue upon its side and slid Sanzo’s manhood between the now exposed underside of his tongue and the inside of his cheek.
Half-lidded violet looked down black silk and pale skin . Sanzo watched as his member slid between Goku pink lips. Goku’s tan skin, pink lips and impassioned face contrasted sharply with his own swollen, pale arousal. The contrast….the stark contrast made his mind swoon. He focused on not jerking his hips.
Goku looked up with a blink. His golden eyes found wanton violet.
Sanzo let out a gasp as the vision of Goku sank into him. Goku’s lips were less than an inch away from Sanzo’s cock. The pink lips were parted and the tip of a pink tongue rested on gleams of while teeth. A thin line of glistening spittle trailed between the wet pointed muscle and the wet erect muscle.
Sanzo couldn’t take it anymore. Goku was sucking him off like a well practiced whore. The monkey didn’t even try these moves before… not like this. Blowjobs, sure, but not like this…not at this level. They were never this powerful before. He forced the words from his mouth. “Stop…stop it right now. “
Goku knitted his brow and lifted his head away from Sanzo, “What is it, Sanzo?”
“Who have you been talking to? “
“No one…” Goku shrugged, “…really.” He hadn’t been talking to anyone. Not at any length or about anything specific. Just the normal stuff.
“Where are all these skills coming from?” If Goku’s been with someone else, he wanted to know right fucking now. He needed to know whom to kill. Not out of jealousy, not he didn’t “own” Goku, but teaching him this…that was Sanzo’s job.
Goku grinned and slightly blushed, “Well, see, Hakkai’s got these books….” His voice trailed off. He hadn’t been talking to anyone, he’d been reading.
Sanzo bellowed “Hakkai! I’ll get you back for this!” That’s when he realized. He was palling around with the guys.

AT THAT MOMENT … with the dragon.

Snouts touched. Heads dipped and necks curved.
The shadow of a quad-winged heart was cast upon the underbrush by lapping flames.
Harmony was played by earth bound liquid drops dancing on the green canopy. Melody was courtesy of the crackling, popping, and lapping fire.

And…..

Dragons did what it is that dragons do when the mood was set, privacy secured, the season was right and a special charge electrified the air.

NEXT…in the other room.

Hakkai’s head jerked up as Sanzo’s bellow carried effortlessly through the wall. He wondered briefly what he could have possibly done. He hadn’t even been in that room --- oh yes…that.

Tenpou and Hakkai shared a high-five and a chuckle. What’s done …is done.

Gojyo knitted his brow, “What’s so funny?”
Hakkai smiled, “What I’m about to do to you.” He began to crawl up the bed after Gojyo.
Gojyo wasn’t entirely comfortable with that…that look in Hakkai‘s eye. He slid out of the bed. “Whatcha gonna do?”
“Oh, you’ll see.”
Gojyo stepped back as Hakkai stepped forward.
Hakkai dashed after Gojyo and pushed him against the wall. Lips found lips and a tongue probed.
Hakkai’s hands trailed down Gojyo’s sides. Gojyo pushed his head against the wall.
Hakkai lifted one of Gojyo’s knees as his lips attacked Gojyo’s neck.
Gojyo’s eyes widened as the reality of the situation sank into him. He whipped an arm to the side and tried to reach for the bottle of lubricant.
The bottle teased him as it peered between his outstretched fingers. Oh shit. “Umm… Hakkai”.
Hakkai’s lips darted to a tender earlobe, “Yes.”
Gojyo moaned, “Umm….” he groaned, “Don’t ya think your forgetting something?”
Hakkai smiled against half-breed skin, “What might that be?”
“The bottle.”
“After what you’ve put me through tonight ….do you honestly think you’ve been good?”
Gojyo’s mouth dropped open. His eyes widened and one eye twitched. Good….good?…I’ve been fucking, unbelievably awesome! Hell yeah, I’ve been good! “Yeah.”
“I disagree.”

Awwww shit! How much did he still have on his fingers? He pushed his hand between their stomachs and grabbed for Hakkai’s cock. He was thankful they were using an oil instead of a water-based lubricant, but damn …would it be enough? “Hey Hakkai?”

Hakkai pulled his lips from Gojyo’s skin and looked into the crimson eyes before him. “Yes.”
“I wanna see something.”
“What might that be?”
“Your other form.”
Whether it was because Gojyo had a death wish; didn’t know his own limits; wanted to get this over quickly; or, if it was to prove to that green-eyed lover he was desirable all his forms -- no one knew. He thumbed off one ear cuff.

CLINK

Meanwhile…in the other room.

Goku returned his attentions to Sanzo’s groin. He tilted his head. He flipped his tongue. He stroked with his hand. He nipped with this teeth. He felt his own saliva pool over his fingers and knew that Sanzo was now wet enough. He released the hard member and shifted his position.

Violet panted and clenched his teeth. He had a death-grip on the sheets and his legs were stiff. He visibly relaxed when Goku released him.
Goku crawled up Sanzo’s body and straddled his hips. He pressed his lips against one billion [plus] solar candlepower. His tongue probed the burning star and his hips shifted down.
He felt his body open to his sun and he moaned against Sanzo’s lips.
Sanzo felt the earthy heat envelope him and he wrapped his arms around Goku. He pushed the smaller man ….yes….man…against his chest.
Goku rocked softly and gently along Sanzo’s shaft. Getting his own body use to the fullness. He leaned forward and pushed his hands against Sanzo’s shoulders. He straightened his arms. He rolled his hips with his bucks, he moved his back in a wave slowly rising and lowering himself.
Sanzo looked up at those warm golden eyes as they shifted in his vision. He watched as muscles shifted and flexed, freckles moved; and, as a pouty lips subtly oscillated permitting soft breathy moans. He tightened his hug around Goku and pushed him back to his chest. He wanted to feel more of this sweet sight.
Goku felt his reanimated arousal slide between his flesh and Sanzo’s silk … undulating ..pulsing…throbbing.
The previous aggressive venery had fallen victim to passion. This was tenderness…this was compassion….this was deeply expressing one’s self.

And, Sanzo still felt.
Sanzo still felt it all. He felt Goku shifting against him. He felt himself sliding in and out of Goku’s depths. He felt hot breath against his neck. He felt the tickle of hair against his cheek. He felt sweet sweat transfer between stomachs through silk. He felt the warm passionate ardent spirit that was born of the earth ensoul him.
Goku felt something arcane inside his chest expand and give. He felt something ancient deep within him explore and find --- home.
Sanzo felt Goku shudder and shake.

Goku watched as Sanzo’s face clenched.
Goku’s jaw set.

Sanzo’s fingers dug into svelte shoulders.
Goku’s held flew forward.

Sanzo’s head pushed into the pillow.
Goku’s toes curled.

Sanzo’s legs tightened.
Goku rocked down.

Sanzo pushed up.
Goku cried out.

Sanzo cried out.
Passion exploded.

Warmth radiated.
“Konzen!”

“Goku!”
Goku collapsed into Sanzo …into his light.

Sanzo took in Goku … took in his warmth.
Sanzo’s fingers traveled to short brown locks. He no longer carried questions about the golden eyes seen through golden hair that haunted him in his rare pleasant dreams. One hand traveled down Goku’s spine waxing and waning as his small captor caught his breath.
Goku curled his arms around Sanzo’s shoulders. He tucked his knees up along Sanzo’s waist. He turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. He listened to the calming rhythm of Sanzo’s heart.
And…Sanzo felt….Sanzo felt the wet burn as a tear traveled from the corner of violet.

AT THAT MOMENT… with the dragon.

The fire waned to soft embers. Crickets sang lullabies.
Two white dragons laid in complimentary curls in the dying light. It was difficult to tell where one stopped and the other began. Wings over lapped. Tails chased each other in a static run. Necks spiraled along each other. Snouts just a mere whisper apart. Eyes closed. Ears rested back. Breath traveled deeply. Sleeping …as they did…long ago…before fate set them on different paths.
Sleeping in regal slumber. Sleeping in wet mud that might as well have been velvet pillows.
Matrimonial bliss.
It could not have been more perfect. It could not have been more beautiful.
Two very soft , very faint, very short peeps occasionally lifted in unison to the canopy.

NEXT … in the other room.

Hakkai released his hold on Gojyo as he turned to catch is ear cuff. It slipped from his fingers as he dropped to his knees.
Sanguinans pulled at his chains. He took a few steps forward.
Tenpou looked at a shooked Hakkai. Tenpou knew…Tenpou knew that Kenren was behind all this. He shrugged, “Give him what he wants…he’ll have to learn this one the hard way.”
Gojyo grabbed for the bottle. He popped the lid off and poured some of the oil on his fingers.
Kenren looked at Gojyo with wide eyes. He knew …he knew that this was all Gojyo…nah Tenpou had a hand in this ..somehow…someway.

Gojyo got the lid corked in just enough time to see Hakkai raise up.
The transmorgifcation was just enough …to give Hakkai a wild look. Slightly animalistic. His hair swished around him. His nails were softly elongated. His eyes delicately slanted. The vine appeared as gentle shading. His cat-eyed pupils were circumvented by deep emerald.

Jade shared Emerald --- although Jade didn’t want to.
A hand stretched and grabbed Gojyo by the neck. Gojyo was shoved into the wall.
A voice …a melodic voice …a voice that rested between soft and rumbling slit the air, “Want to play games half-breed?”
Gojyo’s eyes widened as he felt his airway taper. He began to wonder if this was a wise idea. He grabbed Hakkai’s wrist and tried to pull it from his neck.
Hakkai’s hand trembled under a muscular battle of wills as it pulled from Gojyo’s skin. Sanguinans smelled the faintest whisper of fear. He zeroed in on that fear.
Gojyo slapped Hakkai’s hand onto a crimson thigh.
Hakkai leaned into his crimson lover. Rounded nails scratched down the back of Gojyo’s thigh as his knee was lifted.
Gojyo slipped a hand between them and rubbed his glistening fingers around Hakkai’s manhood.
Gojyo tilted his head forward and whispered, “Come find me….come save me.” His foot cruled around Hakkai’s body…lightly brushing against tanned skin.
Hakkai dipped his kneees and rose up. He penetrated Gojyo with a slight jerk.
Gojyo’s head banged into the wall. The “slight” jerk lifted him to his toes and pushed into the wall. He wrapped his arms around Hakkai’s shoulders for balance.
A “shadow-vined” hand slipped under Gojyo’s nose.
Gojyo could feel Hakkai’s thumb pushing up into the soft tissue just beyond his jaw. He felt Hakkai’s pinky pressing into depression just below his nose. He felt four fingernails dig into his cheek and push against his teeth. He heard…he heard the soft whisper from Jade.
“Remember you asked for this.”
Gojyo knew Hakkai was already worn out from the night…and Gojyo decided if he was going to do this. Tonight was the night for it --any other night and he would indeed be fucked to death. Hakkai needed to do this. Gojyo knew that…Emerald need to know that …Emerald could control Jade.
And…Jade is sexy as hell. Hakkai was sexy as hell in any form.

MEANWHILE … in the other room.

The fan flew.
“Get off me before you fall asleep.”
Goku’s head jerked up and gold blinked. He slid off Sanzo and curled beside him in the bed. He wrapped an arm around Sanzo’s chest.
Sanzo rolled his eyes. The least you can do it let me change clothes. Damn. He peeled Goku’s arm from him and lifted himself up. He willed his body to move. He ignored the whiney little complaints and used brute-force will-power to move. He shuffled to his pack and pulled out a set a pajamas. He tilted his head as he tried to remember the last time he wore pajamas. It didn’t matter. He pulled his soiled shirt off and tossed it to the floor.
That was one black silk shirt that needed to be washed -- he‘d make the monkey do it. It was, after all, the monkey’s fault it was soiled in the first place. He rolled the arm pieces off and slipped into his nightclothes.
He looked over at Goku , already asleep and softly snoring. He rolled his eyes as he pulled clothes from Goku’s pack. Atleast the cotton shorts and t-shirt were easy to get around Goku.
He bent to get Goku in appropriate sleeping attire and his body screamed. He bitch-slapped it away. He was going to do this -- damn it! He lifted Goku in sections and got the monkey dressed.
He wrapped his arms around his charge’s chest and lifted. He turned down the bedding and wiggled Goku between the sheets. He slipped his arm from around Goku.
Goku mumbled, “Sanzo…..”
Sanzo eyed the sleeping man, but did not speak.
Goku spoke in nearly inaudible mutters, “Don’t leave me …….its……dark.”
Sanzo pulled the covers over Goku’s shoulder and gently patted the man-child on the head. “It‘s just the night, don‘t whine so much.” You leave me and I will kill you.

Sanzo bit his lips and tried to reinfoce his self protective shell … his shell that was forever cracked. It cracked that day on the mountian and no matter how hard he tried, it simply would not mend.
He carried the candle to the night stand and blew it out. He slid between the sheets and wrapped his arm around Goku.
Goku tuned in his embrace and curled into Sanzo.
Sanzo blinked into the darkness.
He wondered how the man-child could so easily run the spectrum of adolescence and man? How he paradoxically was both and neither. How he could seem so…adult at times and so adolescent at others. How was it that this creature carried naive wisdom? Naïveté and wisdom coexisting like that was the only way it could…that that was the way it was suppose to be. He also wondered what he did to get graced with this irritating annoying presence.

He sighed and closed his eyes.

NEXT … in the other room.

Gojyo felt the sharp twinge as his own teeth cut his cheeks. The pain and pressure to his septum was becoming too much to bear. Gojyo jerked his head to the side and Hakkai’s hand pushed into his jaw. He felt his jaw shifting too far. He slipped an arm under Hakkai’s and pushed Hakkai’s arm to the side. Fingernails scraped into his neck as pushed.
Hakkai’s palm slapped against the wall. Hakkai was trying…he was trying with all his might to keep a hold of Sanguinans. Hakkai thought he was being pleasantly rough. He thought he had it under control.
Gojyo was lifted off his toes with each stroke. He was sandwiched between the hard warmth of Hakkai and cold hard plaster of the wall. He was slammed into the wall. His head banged against the wall. He was experiencing a true ---beast fuck.
Jade knew Emerald…Jade knew he had Emerald. Jade knew he was stronger…more powerful…more motivated.
Hakkai thought he had it. Hakkai thought it was under control.
There is nothing controlled about Sanguinans.
This was just….fucking brutal.
Crimson…loved it.
Jade did not know Crimson.

MEANWHILE … in the other room.

*bump*
Sanzo opened his eyes. Assassins?

*THUMP*
Violet shifted in the darkness.
*thud* *thud**bump*
Sanzo sniffed the air. Sniffing for demon scent. He picked up the slightest hint, but it was way too faint.
*THUD**BUMPBUMPBUMPBUMP* *CRACK*

Oh you’ve got to be shitting me!

He fumbled in the darkness and found his lighter. He lit the candle.
The wall across from his feet slightly vibrated.

No fucking way.

Fingers slid into blonde, as he gripped his forehead.
*BUMPBUMP* *thud* *knock* *pound*

What the hell! Are they going to a record of some kind?

*POUNDPOUNDPOUND**THUD*THUD*BUMPaBUMPaBUMPa*

Am I going to get any sleep?

*POUNDaPOUNDaPOUNDaPOUNDaBUMPaBUMPaBUMPaBUMPaBUMP*
MOAN
YELL
HISS
GROWL
*BANG* Smoke trailed from the gun as Sanzo set it back on the night stand.

NEXT … at the wall.

The bullet wizzed by Gojyo’s head and Hakkai’s arm.
Sanguinans reached back and formed a fist. Knuckles slammed through the wall.
The ambient light allowed Sanzo to see the back of a “shadow-vined” hand slide retreating through the wall. He bellowed, “Idiots! Knock that shit off and go to sleep!” Wait minute….that hand… Sanzo rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth as he realized Gojyo was a deeper freak than he ever thought. And….that if the madness took Hakkai tonight, and he had to kill Hakkai tonight --- he was going to kill Gojyo too. Just on principle.
Gojyo lifted a hand to the hole in the wall and extened his middle finger.
Sanzo threw the fan at the wall and pushed his pillow to his face. Yep…on principle.
Goku slept through the whole ordeal. He slept with reckless abandon. One leg got tossed over Sanzo. One arm crossed a pjamaed chest.
Air “oooffed” from Sanzo as he gritted his teeth. Konzen stopped just shy of smiling.
Gojyo felt himself being lifted. He felt himself going…sliding into that beautiful, endorphin, induced, surreal place. That place that is neither here nor there. The place where soft-whiteness surrounds the soul. That place called ecstasy.
Hakkai cried out as he bucked one last time into Gojyo.
Plaster crumbled to the floor.
Gojyo cried out as he was pulled from his haven.
Gojyo’s leg slipped from Hakkai’s hand. Hakkai slumped into his lover’s chest. His arms lightly traveled around Gojyo’s neck. His fingers gripped into Gojyo’s skin and raked down his harbor’s chest as his own legs gave way.
Hakkai slumped to the floor, traling elongated nails down Gojyo’s stomach, hips and one of his legs. Jade didn’t realize it, but Emerald did keep at least some control over Jade…some control … the whole time. It was still fairly brutal.
Gojyo knelt down and found the ear cuff. As he slipped it on an wiped-out Hakkai, he whispered, “You did it…you saved me.” He knew he was going to be in some serious pain in the morning, but now he was just going to enjoy the endorphins while he had them.
Hakkai relaxed into Gojyo’s arms as the vine around him faded back into his subconscious.
Sanguinans screamed as he felt chains tighten. He did not like this. You know not with what you toy.
Gojyo laid Hakkai on the bed and smoothed out the covers over his exhausted lover.

He slipped between the sheets and wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller man.
Gojyo closed his eyes and wondered --- what would happen with two cuffs off? He shuddered and faded into sleep.
Unoticed by any of them ….it had long since stopped raining.
The merciful Goddess knitted her brow. What? No towel? I always liked that line. She clicked her wining tile on the board and looked rather smug as she smiled at Jiroshin.
Jiroshin softly shook his head, “My lady the things you do. And, that’s an illegal move.”
Her eyes popped open and her lipped curled into her teeth as she leaned over the board. “No, it’s not.”
Jiroshin shook his head. He’d let this one slide, although using the rain was a dirty trick -- an illegal move indeed.

The morning after…..

Nothing happened. Not one of them got out of bed. Wakefulness would occasional kiss one of them, but it was quickly dismissed.

The morning after…the morning after.

Hakkai fluttered his eyes open to the sound of birds chirping and the kiss of eastern light. He took in a deep breath. He tilted his head and saw Gojyo. Who looked like he’d had the shit beat out of him. He was bruised and scratched like he was getting jumped in to some street gang.
Hakkai’s mouth dropped open as he wondered …if….the memories --some fainted and muted …some not at all …came back to him. He shot upright as a pain shot through him. He cringed his pain away as the conjured a green ball of chi. He ran the glow against Gojyo attacked skin.
Kenren snickered. That was much more comforting than some band-aids and gauze.
Gojyo felt the warm tingle of chi dance across his skin and fluttered his eyes open. He smiled. “No need, I’ll be fine.”
Hakkai dispersed his chi and brushed a wayward lock from Gojyo’s face. “Please don’t ever do that again. I ….I can’t believe I did this to you.”
“Remember, I asked for it. But you did it…you did it, Hakkai.”
Hakkai shook his head, “Did what?” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer to that, didn’t want to know or if he woefully already knew.
“You saved me. You controlled Jade. You were sexy… so goddamn sexy.”
He deeply kissed Gojyo. When the kiss broke he sat up and ran a hand through his hair, “Please….” His voice trailed off as he noticed the wall. “Oh my god! We broke the wall!” He laughed.
“Oh, it’ll be alright.” We’ll just move one of the pictures. No one will notice.

Hakkai looked back at Gojyo, “You sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah man,” Gojyo tried to sit up. He cried out. ”Oh-oh-oh-oh.“ He laid back. “Ok…ok…that really hurts.”
“What? Where?”
“Guess.”
“Ohhh….I see. Well, remember you asked for it.” Hakkai chuckled, he feigned not doing anything about it.
“That’s not funny.”
“Yes, it is.” He conjured some chi and tried to figure out how to get it to Gojyo’s injury.

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*grumble* *grumble* *growl* Goku woke up to the sound of his stomach being very angry. He slipped from the bed and found his wrapped left overs. He ate them…rather…he inhaled them. It was not nearly enough.
He sat down on the bed next to a sleeping Sanzo. He brushed his fingers through soft blone locks and shook Sanzo’s shoulders. “Sanzo! I’m hungry! I mean, I’m starving! I’m really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really --”
“One more sound and I’m going to kill you.” Violet blinked.
He pushed Goku’s hands off his shoulders and sat up. His body protested somewhat, but he shoved it away. He’d heard one complaint already this morning and was not about to hear another one…especially from himself. “Get our shit, get showered, and then you can eat.”
“But Sanzoooooooo” Goku whined.
Where was that damn fan! Oh, yeah….on the floor… under the hole in the wall.
Sanzo shuffled to the wall and snatched his fan. He looked through crumbling plaster. “Get showered, get dressed and get downstairs. No bitching.”
Hakkai smiled as he dispersed his chi from Gojyo. “Good morning to you too, Sanzo.”
Sanzo let out a huff as he turned to grab a towel.

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Gojyo sat up and slightly winced.
“You better?”
“Yeah, I’ll be ok.” The pain was now down to a low-level dull ache. He’d be fine.
The peeled themselves from a bed that would never be the same.
Hakkai looked around as he found his pajamas. “Where’s Hakuryuu?”
Gojyo stopped and glanced around.
Something flumped just below the window sill. They hear a scraping sound as a wing poked into view. Hakuryuu clamored into the window…dripping with mud. Not one thing about his “landing” was graceful, elegant, practiced or regal.
Hakkai rolled his eyes, “Oh for pete’s sake! Look at you. Your filthy!”
Gojyo shrugged, “Whaddya do parrot…puddle jumping?”
Hakuryuu couldn’t deny his state of “dress”. He was totally out of “uniform” and his scales were all a mess. He also couldn’t contain his grin. Wouldn’t you like to General. Puddle jumping, please! He couldn’t deny it…he seriously enjoyed puddle jumping, but they didn’t need to know that. And, they didn’t need to know what he did with his two-day leave. This was definitely a need-to-know situation.
Hakkai picked him up, “C’mon…let’s get you clean. Goodness!”
After their showers, they all emerged downstairs. All walking a little strange and all looking a bit dishevled.
Goku stiffled a laugh as he wanted to make a comment about Hakkai kicking Gojyo’s ass, but figured with Sanzo around --- it was not a wise choice.
They’d missed breakfast. They placed their lunch order and the waitress brought them a plate of cookies and coffee while they waited.
The waitress had it. She couldn’t take it anymore. The cookies and coffee were on the house. Something had to curb the voracious short one’s incessant whingeing about the vacuous state of his abdomen, while their lunch cooked.
Eight…chocolate chip cookies. Four cups of delicious coffee.
Four hours later, Goku finished his lunch.
They piled into the jeep and headed out.
Gojyo put a hand on Hakkai’s shoulder, “Do we need supplies?”
Hakkai laughed.
Gojyo softly chuckled, “No, not like that. Really, before we leave town…do we need supplies? I don’t wanna get five hours from town and hear anything like..” His voice pulled off a poor impersonation of Hakkai, “I guess we should have gotten supplies before we left.”
The jeep stopped. Sanzo sneered as they forced him to go with them.
They loaded up the jeep and Gojyo pulled something from his pocket. He shook his hand.
*jingle**jingle*
Goku’s head whipped around, “Lirin?”
Gojyo laughed.
“Whatcha do that for, Sprite?”
He tossed Goku the bells, “Just testing a theory, Monkey.”
Goku smiled as he looked at the little brass bells. He felt the strong urge to play a game of cards -- again.
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Please excuse me while I get silly. I have to add this.

A lame attempt at Urasai …(yeah, saw the first ep. of Reload!)

Original line: No one kicks Genjyo Sanzo from bed, not even Monkeys with an innate zest for life.

New line: No one kicks Genjyo Sanzo from bed, unless it’s to take him on the floor.

Original line:

“I don’t want you to ever forget.”
Emerald probed crimson.

Crimson dove into emerald.
“You don’t have to give yourself to me -- ever. I never just expect that from you.”

New line:

“I don’t want you to ever forget.”
Emerald probed crimson.

Crimson dove into emerald.

“You need some serious fucking therapy…cuz…uhhh…damn.”

Original Line: Why was he so cold inside, except when that monkey looked at him with those large golden eyes?

New Line: Why was he so cold inside, except when that monkey gave him the hot beef injection?

Original Line:

“What are you doing?”
“Stopping.”
Hakkai knitted his brow, “Why?”

New Line:

“What are you doing?”
“Kickin back drinking a Bud.”
Hakkai knitted his brow, “True, true.”

Original Line:

Goku leaned over him. “Hey, Sanzo?”
Sanzo gritted his teeth. I swear if it’s ‘I’m hungry’, I’m gonna kill him. “What?”
“You’re about to be taken, blondie.”

New Line:

Goku leaned over him. “Hey, Sanzo?”
Sanzo gritted his teeth. I swear if it’s ‘I’m hungry’, I’m gonna kill him. “What?”
“Who‘s the bottom-boy-toy now?”

*****Sorry…my apologies. Giggle. ****

Author’s Note:

This was my first attempt at a Goku X Sanzo pairing or Sanzo X Goku (for that matter). I hope it went well.
Just to make sure it comes across…this should have made some of Goku’s previous conversations take on a new meaning. Including, asking all four of them if they wanted to play a game of cards -- which turned into a real game of cards with Gojyo. “It’s just weird when they do it.” And of course, Goku’s “quick game of solitare” in the beginning of this one. Giggle -- yeah I know. I’m evil.

During the editing process, I added three words that changed something within this fic. Sigh…it has transitioned. So, there will be more. I’m moving, so I just don’t know when. Alas….however, I can’t stand it…I just can’t resist any longer. I’m going to HAVE to break down and read some of the new stories posted. If by chance --as my fear is-- anything should slip into any of my stories, I am deeply, deeply sorry.

A teaser for the next chapter: The Tenpou Kenren Addendum. (Hopefully posted in about a week) Warning --- it is short. Sorry… only about 15 pages --- sorry.

As a teaser for the next chapter after the next chapter: “Red Velvet and Crimson Cries“ (hopefully posted one week after the Tenpou Kenren addendum. )
A note about “Red Velvet and Crimson Cries”
A fellow fanfic writer/reader (Ashytari-hime) asked me a question the other night. She asked, “Why is it that Gojyo never gets to be the victim? It is always Hakkai or Sanzo.”
My question to her was “Are you going to write or am I?”
She hid behind her desk with a squeak.
That told me my answer. The long and the short of it is….my last question was and still is ,”How brutal is too brutal?”
Do you hear that gurgle from the kitchen? The coffee maker is brewing up a deep, dark, bold brew.
This is Cupnjava: reminding you to keep your half-breeds close. Ta-Ta for now.

Cupnjava c[~]~~~*sip*

Behind the keyboard

“Ni! We need to talk. “
“Hmmm?”
[whisper] and [whisper] then [whisper]
“So, would you do something like that?”
“I work as hard as I am paid to. Remember, never let go of what is precious to you. Including your little fic, hmmmm.”
“You didn’t answer my question! That was no help, Ni! You hear me? You slimy, creepy scientist! No help!”
That guy just makes my skin crawl.
Cupnjava c[~]~~~*sip*

******Reviewer Feedback*****

Hakuryuu 2004-09-12
SQUEE!!! you are my hero. Have I told you that before? I should have. If not, let me tell you again. You are my hero. :) You are amazing and wonderful and brilliant and OH dear I can't even imagine. ...Can I have your autograph? ^^

Ok ok ok so in sequential order: The fragile/strong thing... that was amazing, and a very astute observation. I think that that is one of his main problems... well, not problem really, but misunderstanding. You phrased it nicely :) and it definately opens doors. Like my lit teacher says, "Good stories don't answer questions, they ask them."

Sanzo is gorgeous. I would have that man in an instant. You made him sound just godly (Konzen XD) in your description... XD I want. Definately want.

That one part of suspense before that last blow with the belt... VERY well done! Definately had me holding my breath ;).
The part with Kanzeon Bosatsu telling Jiroshin about how strong people can be free when they're weak... (badly paraphrasing your argument/thesis)... that was beautiful. I've actually been thinking about that today, and then I read this and it all came together. You really have an amazing eye for detail and slight observations that most people might miss... and then you're able to organize your findings in such an all-encompassing way... it's amazing. It's also very hard to do, so applause for doing it so well.

...Eight... ::snicker:: That actually wasn't in the story, but I had to. Just cuz. You understand
Goku and the freedom of thought... NICE! It never really occured to me, but it makes sense when you mention it. Goku is really open minded... and it's not cuz he's stupid (like those meanies always tell him ;)) but it's because he can't find anything wrong with it. That could be expanded onto a whole nother philisophical debate... :) NICE!!! WAI you have me asking all these questions and thinking AND it's even at 11:00 and I'm tired! :) Major Kudos. I think you've broken a few laws of nature.

The part about Hakkai and the child... terrible. Terribleterribleterrible. My heart broke for him. I've also wondered that too though... ... oooooooooh! so sad.

Kenren and the plot against heaven (hey, sounds like the title to a Harry Potter book!) was hilarious. I must have laughed about a minute straight. All that displaced energy cuz the rest was so sad. :) But that line was hilarious. ... O.o when does Kenren ever keep his mouth shut? Let poor Gojyo have it. Just once. ...For me? ^^

Forward... *snicker* I have definately wanted to say "Relax and Hang On" in my car when I have people just to see what would happen... *snicker snicker* Maybe I'll just say "Forward" and laugh at my own inside jokes.
To wrap it up ((The chapter before was BEAUTIFUL too... oh dear with the nails thing? *shudder* I have really long nails and whenever things get stuck like that... or it rips or... *shudder* oh that's terrible... and looking for his fear? Definately. I've worked with animals long enough... they can smell it. Horses will run away, but if you get a predatory animal... ooh it's all over. ... and Gojyo gets turned ON?!? lol)) this was another WELL WRITTEN and ABSOLUTELY AMAZING chapter. I was sooooo excited for it's release... and now it's here! FANTASTIC!!!! Keep it up, I cannot wait for the next one. I'm on the edge of my rolling desk chair.

- Hakuryuu (gyu!)

Hakuryuu -- Oh my goodness…. You …I swear you…. Ya know how to make a gal blush. I should warn you flattery will get you everywhere. Hahahaha. You are as sweet as the gentle hug from an early fall breeze. That time of year when you smell the colors in the air and hear that gentle crispness under your feet…that breeze… that just makes you want to raise your arms and hug the world. You brighten my day. Hugs, hugs, hugs.
I don’t know how to get you my autograph…so will you settle for more chapters? Hahahahaha!!!
The fragile/strong thing. That’s an observation I have made. Maybe I’m right…maybe I am wrong…maybe it is an overgeneralization…who knows. I’ve probably taken too many philosophy classes in my day. Couple that with all the sociology and anthropology in my background and boom presto you automatically have someone that uses too many damn words.
The last blow --- It is hard to control the pace of a story. I cannot control how fast someone reads. I really wanted to build the suspense…and build it hard. I’m relieved to know it worked. Thanks! Trying that is all in thanks for the feedback. People responded well to the times I tried similar things in this fic…so I got daring. I wouldn’t have tried it if it weren’t for the feedback.
Kanzeon Bosatsu and Jiroshin -- I have to admit as my anon reviewer pointed out, that I was using the characters to explain something in the fic. I couldn’t figure out how to put it in the narrative without messing with the pace.
Thank you for your compliment on my observation skills. I consider myself a people watcher. I see people doing things and I wonder about their motivations and rationalizations. It leads to way too much deep thought at the mall. Giggle.
Eight -- I got your e-mail . It is all about you. Hahahaha
Goku and freedom of thought -- welcome to the world of sociology. I can got into a long boring discussion about the theories that went into that. I’ll spare you…I promise I’ll spare you. That’s kinda my take on Goku. He’s not stupid. Not stupid at all. He is naive at time and insightfully wise at others. His unique background brings with it a lack of social norms. Not wild anarchy, but loose norms. There are things for him that just don’t carry the same meaning or the negative connotations that we put on them -- I remember my promise on not having theory class here….so I’ll let it go.
Maybe I’m alone, but I carry a bit of envy when it comes to Goku. It must be nice.
Can I PLEASE call the Tenpou/ Kenren Addendum “Tenpou, Kenren and the Plot Against Heaven” ? Please, please, oh PLEASE -- I am begging you. I LOVE that. Made me laugh and laugh and laugh. Gotta love HP ya know.
The nails thing --- you have a strong reaction to fingernail imagery and use…heh heh heh you are gonna freak right out during a part of “Red Velvet and Crimson Cries”. You are gonna cuss me up one side and down the other. Heh, Heh, Heh….it’s all about you dear. All about you.
Gojyo gets turned on. Giggle. Gojyo was using the Pavlovian response established in Hakkai as a means of self-preservation and as a way to call out to Hakkai. But, Gojyo is such a perv, I think a part of him did get turned on. He was just in too much pain to fully appreciate it. And we are talking about Hakkai in demon form…how sexy is that!!! Damn sexy!!!
Cupnjava c[~]~~~ *sip*
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Shenigami_senpai 2004-09-12
Fantastic! This particular chapter fed my Sanzo fetish in such a glorious way I had to read it TWICE! Thank you for an excellent fic. Just enough humor and angst to keep it lively, but not so much of either that the story gets bogged down, perfect characterizations, wonderfully vivid narration. What more could a girl ask for? I gush…

Shenigami_senpa--- Aww thank you so much. I am still rather nervous about the characterizations in here. Especially Sanzo. I’m glad to know I fed your Sanzo fetish -- twice. I try to bring character development and plot development into the lemons.
I’m trying to keep this fic light and fun…hmmm it has taken a few dark turns. I hope I have not bogged it down too much -- with “Tenderness and Compassion”. I hope I haven’t brought it to a halt with “Red Velvet and Crimson Cries.” (which will hopefully be posted in two weeks or so)
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Rya-chan 2004-09-13
Lovely Chapter. Lovely Story.

That was the most sex I've ever read straight for 3.2 hours.

I have no life.

But - anyway, beautiful characterization, it's like you could actually imagine this happening in the series. Please update soon.

Rya-chan-- If you have no life for reading it, what does that make me for writing it? *wink* Giggle. I’m glad you enjoyed my fic. I don’t know if you realize the power of your words, but you have paid me one of the nicest compliments I could ever have dreamt. I could not have asked for …no….I would have not in my wildest imagination have asked, but dreamt yes.
When you say you can actually see it happening in the series and when Hakuryuu told me she has to reminder herself that my stuff if fic-dom … Wow…that means I’ve done it. That means my efforts at mimicking the anime style and feel have come across. That means my understanding of the characters is accurate. Thank you …thank you more than you’ll ever know.
Cupnjava c[~]~~~*sip*

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Flamingolo 2004-09-15
My, my! A wonderous lemon...and it was even het. Nicely done, I think that is probably one of the only believable ways I can see Sanzo having sex (oh, I've TRIED to realistically envision other way, believe me ^_^). I vehemently agree that he needs to come to some realizations before he will let himself have sex that isn't a bit on the punishing/non-conish side...say...sex with Goku *snickers*? I'm usually a bit hard on OC, but I wound up liking this take-charge dominatrix...so you get an OC medal *hands you naked bishie medal*. I also thought you did a smashing job with Goku, his behavior, and what's going through that wonderfully ernest little mind of his. As always, looking forward to more!

Flamingolo -- Wow…you’ve done it again. You described my work as believable. That is such a high compliment. I can not begin to tell you how much that means. Yes, I want hot lemons…yeah I want a good story…but more than anything I want believable. Thank you…thank you so much.
I want to STRESS “Tenderness and Compassion” was written before reading your review. I laughed and laughed….wanna little Goku action…tee-hee. How was “Tenderness and Compassion” for ya?
Het lemons…and OC’s. Unless it is Lirin or Yaone then we pretty much have no choice to than to go OC for a het lemon. I really like het lemons…they are much easier for me to write…pronouns for one big thang and I’m a het chick. I know het sex…so I can draw on my experience better. As it is I draw on my experience, beef it up here and there, tone it down here and there and hope it comes across. I also pull on the experience of some of my best buds. I’m soooo glad you like my lemons.
Tano seems real bitchy when ya first meet her. Then as you come to understand how much she cares for Sanzo and how much she is trying to be what he needs … even if it means a bit of self-sacrifice then you come to like her. At least I hope you come to like her. Truth be told, she’s real worried about him. She’s spent many a night laying awake worried about him…and yet she knows going to him is not what he needs. It’s kinda sad, because what he needs is to know that someone cares like that…even if he doesn’t think he wants it. A tragic cycle indeed.
Yeah, Tano was suppose to a part of a much larger fic…oh well. Such is life.
There’s a reason her clinic is that far west from where they first met…that reason is hope that she might see him. Sigh…
One more thing about Tano: I’m sure you picked up on this, but you should have seen hints in her description. Hints -- whispers if you will -- that referred to Gojyo, Goku and Hakkai. That was intentional.
A bishie medal??? I get a bishie medal??? Woo-hoo!!!
*a-hem*
I’d like to thank the academy and Perrot Studios. K.M. (you know who you are) , ADV Films (you traitorous bastards-- didn‘t buy the right to Reload) and Compaq Computers. And of course my husband for understanding the reason why he NEVER gets the computer anymore.
Hahahaha.
Most importantly --- my readers ….for you guys are the best in the whole world.
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Lychee 2004-09-15
First let me tell you how much I enjoy your fics. Cause I do, a whole lot! You have a great sense of humor, that bit of conversation in the jeep a few chappies back had me howling. And I love Sanzos' sense of humor, sick and twisted as it is. And the way Sanzo and Gojyo always seem to overhear something they shouldn't...and then using it. I can't wait for Hakkais' revenge against Sanzo. And I've learned some new words! But I have a teeny tiny complaint. Well, not a complaint but a correction. It's rigid, not ridged. Please don't hate me! I've seen this mistake in other fics too and I always snicker at the mental image. I mean, I know Trojans are 'ridged for her pleasure' but if I saw an uncovered one that already had ridges on it, I'd run away screaming. ^_^ So, please write more, you're awesome!

Lychee---

Hate you? NEVER!! Thank you so much for pointing that out. It slipped past me and my betas. Thank you. I will do my best to remember to correct it when I update. Because of your feedback, I used the “find” function and found two mistakes -- the same mistake. If you hadn’t of said something then, they would be getting posted. Now, because of you I was able to correct those mistakes before they got posted. Thank you….really…thank you. So now when I have ridges written you’ll know I really do mean all this wonder little contours …yeah…you know the ones. Ok…my mind is going right in the gutter….. Whew….deep breath.
Vocab -- yep porn with a point. Tee-hee. I listed those definitions cuz it seemed like they are a point of confusion with my betas. [more on that with Anon’s feedback]
I’m glad you like my fics. I’m relieved to know the humor and characterizations are coming across that way. Yep, Sanzo overheard, but I saw Gojyo kneeling in the hallway looking through the peep-hole. That’s why his hair was dry when get got back to the room. I couldn’t write that in there without giving away the punch line. So, I tried to obscurely hint around about it. Giggle Snicker -- yep I’m evil.
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Anon 2004-09-17

I think your characterization of Sanzo is the worst I’ve ever read. You have him making jokes and being a sub. You have totally broken cannon. I mean why don’t you just have him dance or something. Next will you have him submit to Goku? And, then you use the characters to defend how you broke characterization. Horrid. What’s the point of writing fan fiction if you’re just going to disregard the characters.
This story is repetitive and predictable. How many chapters and no plot? PWP is one chapter … one chapter. You are trying to just cram as much in here as possible. You must really need a sex life.
Why don’t you ever post any of your bad reviews? I’m sure you get them. I know I won’t be seeing this one there, because I’m not going to be reading anymore.
You write long narratives like we actually give a shit about what you say and what you think. You pretend like you care. Whatever! Your just trying to get readers. You are insulting your readers with the vocabulary shit. I fucking know what those words mean and if someone else doesn’t then they can just look it up.
Give the story some plot not just sex and maybe just maybe I might read your crap again.
Don’t think I’m posting this as anon because I’m hiding or anything. I’m posting this anon because I don’t want your friends -- who are your only readers I’m sure -- flaming my shit …because I know they will.

Anon--

Let me first thank you for reviewing. Thank you for telling me why, you don’t like my work as opposed to just telling me I suck.
I’m sorry you feel that way. So you think I’m writing Sanzo too light? Too… I don’t know… happy? I see him with a sick twisted sense of humor and I see him as actually caring about the guys he’s with, but not being able to admit it. I think he is being a hard-ass over his fear of the Youkai madness. I guess I read to much into the glimpses of him being the “nice” guy in the anime. I’m sorry that you don’t like my work.
I hope that you find a fanfic writer that does appeal to you. There is a lot of great talent on this board.
I like my sex life, but I think it is like chocolate and coffee. It is impossible to have too much.
You must be referring to the Merciful Goddess and Jiroshin conversation… yes.. I will admit. I used them. I used them to explain why I see Sanzo as a sub. I could not figure out how to fit it into the narrative without messing with the pace of the story. So, I put it in with them. Maybe that was too presumptuous of me.
I provide feedback to all my reviewers good bad or indifferent. It is my way of answering questions and thanking the readers/ reviewers. I do not post reviews that came to me under an assumption of privacy. [See below] I do not remove reviews. If you don’t like my stuff…let me know. Just like you have.

Vocab and caring -- sometimes I use words in a way that doesn’t follow the more common or traditional meanings. When that is the case I try to provide a definition. When my betas tell me something needs to be listed or if it seems like a point of confusion then I try to clarify. That says something about my ability as a writer -- it says I’m not that good. If I need to clarify then I’m not writing it well enough to be understood in the story. At no point did I mean to insult anyone at no point have I mean to get on some kind of vocabulary “high-horse” or “soap-box”. I apologize for insulting you, I didn’t mean it.
Caring…I really do care. I don’t expect you to believe it. I can’t make you like my work, I can’t make you believe me when I say that I care. I am providing feedback as a way to open the lines of communication between the writer and the reader… however, I cannot make you nor anyone else read my work. I cannot make you nor anyone else enjoy it. I’m sorry that I have failed to entertain you.
There is a plot here, but I suppose I have hidden it too deeply. Hopefully, it will come out. This began as PWP…it has turned into more than I could have imagined.
I’m sorry you won’t be along for the rest of the ride. I’ll save you a seat on the jeep if you should choose to join us again.
Cupnjava c[~]~~~*sip*

A special note to those that have reviewed via e-mail or “groups”.

I have debated it and debated it and I have finally come to a conclusion. I am going to assume that if you reviewed by some other means than the AFF board then you have a reason for not wanting to be on the board. I have decided that it is best for all involved for me to respect the assumed privacy. I feel that your e-mails to me were sent with the understanding of privacy. I want to respect that. You contacted me in private and I will respond in private.

I do not want you to feel left out, but I didn’t want to include some e-mailed reviews and not others (e-mail, posts or whatever the case may be). Please, please, please do not feel neglected or that I don’t care about what you said. Those of you that wrote posts or e-mailed me should have received a response from me by now. If you have not please let me know.
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