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Disclaimer – I do not
own or profit from Saiyuki. Which
surprises no one, I’m sure. Rated R for
sexual references and other adult themes, including incest. Also, includes SPOILERS for up to volume
four of the manga, I believe – basically, if you know the whole Gonou/Kanan
story, you know the spoilers in this.

Author’s Note – This plot
was inspired by a conversation between myself and
darthelwig, and the vague idea for it is was much hers as it was mine. Also, this is her prize for getting the
answers on my livejournal quiz right. So enjoy, Dart!

I would like it noted
for the record that I’m not saying this is exactly how things were – this is
just my own perverted spin, written for the amusement of myself and my sister,
and just basically to see if I could even do it.

Anyway, enjoy. Peace, all.

***

Blood Sacrifices

by Ghost Helwig

***

He thinks so much of me.
It’s sad, really. It’s always
been sad - from the day we finally met, my little brother and I, he has always
looked at me with such trust, such faith...

Idiot.

But he’s getting older now.
Not old enough to begin to see other girls, but
close enough. I can’t allow him to find
someone else – she might circumvent my hold on him. Intolerable. Idiot he may be, but he’s entertaining, if
sometimes a tad dull. I will not allow
some other woman to have what is mine.

And besides, I want to see how far I can take this little
game of ours. Can I really get my proper
little brother to bed me...?

I don’t doubt that I can.

***

He’s asleep now. How
simple it was, in the end, to convince him that our love was ‘so true’, that we
needed each other, that “no one will
ever love me like you, Gonou”. He’s such a simple creature. Like all men.
Lead him by his needs, and he’ll go wherever you want him to go.

Take Gonou, for instance.
By the time we met, he was so starved for love that just love me and I’ll do whatever you want was practically written
all over his pretty face. Enter me,
needy, sweet, loving sister extraordinaire, and he’s all mine.

I’m thankful that in all my previous experiences toying with
men and boys alike, I never let anyone bed me – faking virginity in just the
right subtle ways that he wouldn’t suspect would have taken a lot of
effort. While it’s true he was a virgin
as well, still I’m glad – he’s hard to fool, for all that I do it so
easily. He’s blind to my faults, partly
because I’m so adept at hiding them and partly because he simply refuses to see
– no need for me to go pushing at those blinders unnecessarily.

I can’t say I enjoyed this little exercise of ours, though I
pretended all Gonou’s earnest efforts to please me succeeded – in reality they
left me cold. A rather
messy proceeding, all in all. I
hear it gets better. Frankly, I’m amazed
that anyone, having experienced it once, would even bother to try it again.

I don’t have a choice in the matter, though. I began this farce – I can hardly stop it
now. Nor do I have any intention of
doing so. I’ll simply take the time
while he is sweating and panting above me to think of more pleasant things, and
improve my skills both in bed and in manipulation. Just because I find bedroom activities to be
disagreeable doesn’t mean I won’t use them to the best of my abilities. I will keep Gonou in line however I have to
do it.

And it may come in handy for other men in the future. One can never know.

***

He’s doing it again. Staring at me with that longing look on his face. Sometimes I just want to smack him. Why does he look at me like that? Why does he stare, and smile when I catch him
at it, and then blush like the child he no longer is? What does that look mean?

I don’t understand it.
And no, I don’t like it.

***

Okay, it does get better.
Huh. Who knew?

***

There’s whispering in the town about us; has been for a
couple of years now. No one really says
anything directly, but it’s obvious they all know. But I smile and
simper, Gonou smiles and quietly teaches their
children, and we aren’t bothered.

I see the townspeople looking at me, though, the women with
unhidden disgust and the men with ill-disguised lust. They at least must see the opportunities
inherent in having a woman who ‘loves’ you so much she’ll sleep with you
despite it’s being ‘wrong’.

I can use this. Oh
yes. And if the need arises, I will.

***

Gonou spoke to me of his undying devotion today. While he did, I discovered how easy it is to
control my gag reflex by using the same techniques I use on him in bed. Both his cock and his words are hard to
swallow.

***

Rumors abound of a demon who’s been
seizing girls from nearby villages.
Something about this intrigues me, and I quickly learn as much as I
can. Hyakuganmaoh, they call him. The centipede king.

Thinking of this demon keeps me up at night. What I feel isn’t fear – rather, it’s
something much more heady than that...

I believe it’s the beginning of a plan.

***

There aren’t many families in this village – enough for one
school, one of everything. My
competition, therefore, isn’t very stiff.
But there is one family with a daughter just a little younger than me,
one with prettier eyes and a sweet face.
Obviously they won’t want to give her
up – but I still need to do something that will insure they feel no qualms
about giving away me, even to a
demon.

It shouldn’t be all that difficult for a girl of my many
varied skills. I already know what to
do.

Thankfully Gonou works long hours; it would be much more
difficult to find the time to seduce the man in his own bed than it will to get
him into mine.

***

Skill in bed, I’m sad to say, varies wildly from man to man.

***

I’m following him again, this man I seduced, trying to get
him to listen as I once more tell him how dearly I love him and how desperately
I wish to be free of the incestuous clutches of my depraved brother. He got bored of this spiel awhile ago, I’m
afraid. So I launch into the last stage
of my personal use of this idiotic man.

I threaten to tell his devoted wife.

Is that hatred below the fear in his eyes? Yes, I think it is. Which means he is exactly where I want him to be.

***

My timing, as ever, is impeccable. Hyakuganmaoh’s tribe has come for one of our
women not three days after my heartfelt threatening of the pretty girl’s loving
papa. Gonou is at work when I hear the
screams begin outside, as I’d hoped he would be, and I stand, forcing my face
into the very picture of fear.

When the demons come, sent for me by the man I seduced, I
can only smile inside. Gonou always told
me he would do absolutely anything
for me. Time to see exactly how sincere
he was in his claims of utter devotion...

Will he kill for me?
I want him to. I really, really
do. It would be the ultimate show of his
blind love – blood sacrifices. That
would make me akin to his god.

***

I’m in Hyakuganmaoh’s home, in his bed. A demon, as it happens, is built quite like a
human male – truly, I hadn’t expected that.
But this particular demon is so intent on his own pleasure,
I can’t really appreciate what he does with his body. At least he gets enjoyment from my sex – it
ensures Gonou will have the time to come for me. If Hyakuganmaoh bores of me too soon, I don’t
doubt I’ll be dead long before Gonou can reach me. And that isn’t the plan at all.

It’s actually taking Gonou longer than I’d anticipated to
reach me – but then, we had to travel a bit to get here from my village. And I wonder, not for the first time, what
Gonou did when he realized what had happened to me. Did he make blood sacrifices of all those
villagers? Did he slit their throats,
bash their heads, bathe his beautiful hands red with
their blood?

I moan at the thought, a sound Hyakuganmaoh takes for
pain. He enjoys a woman’s pain during
sex, and my moaning brings him to his completion. He smells.
I find myself almost regretting this choice.

But then I think of that village, laid waste in honor of me,
and power surges through my body. Can
one become a god with enough worship given?
It certainly feels that way.

***

My bleeding is late – that’s new. And I know, without question, what that
means.

That bastard got
me pregnant.

***

It’s alright. This
changes nothing. I’ll have this bastard
baby and it’ll simply give me one more person to manipulate, to toy with. I’ll be a loving
mommy, just like I am a loving
sister, a loving lover. It’s alright.

But if I didn’t want so badly to see Gonou kill for me, I
would slaughter Hyakuganmaoh myself.

***

Gonou is coming for me.
I can feel it.

***

I hear screaming upstairs, the sounds of chaos, of
dying. Gonou is finally here, and he’s
doing exactly as I wanted. Blood
sacrifices. All for
me.

I wonder, briefly, if I should pretend to despise the demon
child I carry when it’s born – would that hurt Gonou in a way I can use? Obviously it would hurt the child – I bet
he’d spend all his life trying to earn
my unattainable love...

A different but no less stimulating worship, that.

I think that’s what I’ll do.
Pretend revulsion. I should have
thought of that sooner, but my mind was clouded by carrying this – what should
I call it? Oh, I know. Filthy half-breed. Abomination.

This will be so very sweet.

***

Gonou is coming downstairs – I recognize the fall of his
steps on stone, even stone that runs red with blood. He’s so predictable.

He’s here, now, and I play the properly terrified,
traumatized maiden. He buys it,
naturally. And then I see the knife at
his belt.

And a better, sweeter plan occurs to me.

“It’s too late,” I say.
He doesn’t understand, the poor, pitiful boy.

I pull the knife out while he’s distracted by his love, his
reflection in my eyes. The smell of
blood pours off him in waves. It’s difficult
not to break character and smile at that.

I suppose he really does love me, my doe-eyed, devoted, dim
little brother. He really does love
me. I can almost pity him that.

He killed for me. Me.
Who else has ever had someone slaughter people in their name? Who besides the gods?

And just like a god, I’ve scripted this whole act. Word for blood-dripping
word.

“I’m carrying his child,” I tell him, relishing the horror
that floods his face as he sees the knife in my hands, hears my voice crack with
pain. “The spawn of that... beast is resting in my belly. That’s why.”

He looks truly frightened now. And in that instant I know I am his god – I will shape his life with
this final act in a way no one else will ever be able to emulate. With this, I truly own him.

He’ll love no one after me, touch no one after me. I’m making sure of that.

His beautiful hands will never be able to touch
another. They’ll be stained red for the
rest of his life. Even without me here,
he will belong to my memory, my voice
and my caress and my sex.

And that is the ultimate sacrifice.

“Goodbye, Gonou.”

I plunge the knife
into my belly. And the pleasure is so
intense it nearly eclipses the pain. I
am his god. He’ll never worship another above me.

I die happy.
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