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The Broken Devoted	By : lifebyte Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 670 -:- 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
- 1-Seeking Shelter
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General Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the lovely characters mentioned in this fic. Oh, but if I did..

Spoiler Warning: Saiyuki Vol. 6 (manga), Saiyuki Reload dvd 4 (anime). If you haven't reached either of these points, read at your own risk.

Story Status: Incomplete.

The Broken Devoted

Chapter 1: Seeking Shelter

The air in their tiny prison stunk of guilt, and it was slowly suffocating each of them. The two demons had simply sat there for gods only knew how long. Neither felt like moving; neither felt like breathing. Perhaps they could take out the two guards that had been oh so subtly assigned to watch over them. In fact, given the strength and knowledge of the pair, the guards' true purpose was more likely to sound an alarm than to keep the pair caged in. But even if they did make that first move, it would give neither an inkling to where their missing companions had been taken. In the darkness of Yaone's bedroom, or under the artificial light of the hall, both were equally lost.

"Damnit!" Dokugakuji cursed.. again. The demon couldn't stand the silence, which only added to the choking guilt. It did no good, really. He felt no better whether he screamed 'fuck' once, or 'damn' a thousand times. But for the moment of that single syllable, it broke the quiet.

"Dokugakuji.." The soft voice of Yaone caused Dokugakuji to turn. During the time shared in captivity, it was always his voice breaking resounding in frustration.. never hers.

"Yeah, Yaone?" Dokugakuji forced a calming tone to his voice. He could take the guilt, and the pain. Hell, he'd been taking the weight of it his whole life. But so long as there was another there, someone depending on him, he could suffer a bit more without breaking.

"How long.. do you think they'll keep us here?" Yaone looked quietly to the door. Dokugakuji didn't need to guess at her intentions. She was worried about the innocent girl they both desired to protect, and the man they both loved.

"I don't know. Until.. until they're done, I guess." Dokugakuji cursed again, this time letting the sound fill his mind. A banshee's wail in an endless cavern couldn't have echoed the word enough times to send that bunny-loving bastard to the hell he deserved. Still, Dokugakuji would be satisfied no matter what torture awaited Nii Jenyi after death, so long as he could be the one to send him there.

"Hai." Her voice was a saddened sigh that made Dokugakuji wince. He couldn't stand that sorrow in a woman. He'd seen it too many times after his father had brought home a red-haired half-demon, half-brother to then-Jien. Even before their father vanished, his mother moped at the sight of those hopeful red eyes. Gojyo broke his mother's heart every time he looked at her; the kid was just too stupid to notice.

Jien had never had that luxury. Instead, he traded his childhood on the slim chance that he could show her how to be happy, and love the innocent bastard. That was the first time he had given up something precious only to be ripped apart in the end. This.. well, this was the end result of the most recent time.

Turning back to his remaining teammate, Dokugakuji studied her face. Yep, sorrow, and of the worst kind. It was a deep, ongoing saddness caused by a current event. At least if it was something in the past, she could pretend to heal. But there was nothing blossoming in either of their hearts but worry, guilt, and sorrow.

Even if he could do nothing about his own pain, Dokugakuji thought, perhaps he could help her. Even for a moment, if he could somehow bring Yaone an inkling of hope, perhaps that would serve as the start of his repentance. Stepping slowly to the bed where Yaone sat waiting, Dokugakuji sat down beside her. His strong arms moved around her shoulders, and the grief-filled eyes were briefly interupted by a flash of shock as he pulled her to his chest.

"Dokugakuji.." Yaone couldn't help but blush as the male demon's warmth surrounded her. His embrace was tender, a touch she hadn't felt since childhood. Even her lord, Kougaiji-sama hadn't held her like that, despite her secret yearnings. But she had never needed him to. His presence alone provided her with a strength she otherwise would never have; the strength of devotion.

Now, Kougaiji-sama wasn't there.. and she felt so broken. Dokugakuji's hug couldn't repair her, but it did give her a strength of a different sort. Until now, Yaone could only sit there in stunned silence. She had been unable to react, unable to accept the fullness of had happened to all of them. Meanwhile, her inner emotions threw themselves against the walls of her heart, seeking release. Yaone had been useless, a limp doll yearning to be dressed in funeral garb. Dokugakuji surely had meant to provide her some measure of hope, or relief. But the comfort this man unintentionally provided was to shatter her disbelief, and allowed Yaone to press her face against Dokugakuji's chest and at last openly weep.

Ah, shit. Now she's crying.. Dokugakuji berated himself. Women were a fucking mystery when it was most inconvenient, the man decided. He ran his hands soothingly over her back as Yaone sobbed. "Shh.. come on Yaone. It'll be alright.. we'll find them both. We just have to stay strong until then." He whispered the words to her, for he could say them no louder without betraying his own desperation.

Yaone nodded, and after a moment turned her head up to Dokugakuji. She smiled slightly, but still so sadly, and swallowed back a wordless sob. "I.. I know. We have to stay strong.. and we will, hai?" Her words were both an affirmation, and a question. Neither of them had hope enough on their own. Perhaps together, they could piece together the broken fragments of their resolve enough to survive this.

"Hai, Yaone." Dokugakuji met her smile with one of his own. It was equally sad, and equally forced.. but still sincere. He slipped one of his hands up, letting the fingertips brush the last of Yaone's tears from the corner of her eyes. What he had unknowingly unleashed, he now banished into memory.

The two stared at each other, each searching the eyes of the other for the light they needed in this storm. Their faces drew nearer while both continued seeking, as they had been unable to catch the needed glimmer from a distance. Drawing ever closer, searching ever deeper.. until both realized that their eyes had long closed, while their joined lips had parted.

Either could have stopped, then. Both were equally capable of pulling away once the realization struck, and the other would have doubtlessly let them go. But in this moment, the need for reassurance overcame reason, and replaced the usual motives of love and lust that usually caused such action. They tasted each other quickly, tongues dancing in their mutual despair. They could lose themselves this way, even for a moment.. and right now, even a moment seemed too much to hope for.

For Dokugakuji, the motions came naturally. He had comforted his mother this way, after all. So many times over so many years, until he had finally killed her in order to save that same innocent halfing. Not this time, however. Yaone, Kougaiji, Lirin.. none of them would die by his hand, or any other. He would find a way to save them... and now, he would save her.

Their kiss broke at the insistence of their burning lungs, leaving each gasping softly for air. Dokugakuji held Yaone's gaze as his hands regripped her back. He didn't cover her mouth again as he guided her to her back. No, her lips would be free to protest, to stop everything should she desire. Dokugakuji had long known that Yaone loved Kougaiji just as he did. If she felt that this act would betray their mutual love for their leader, then he would end it. In his heart, however, the male demon knew that neither of them saw this as such a thing. No; to lose themselves this way, and find the comfort they so desperately needed to continue forward was far from betrayal. The greater sin would be to silently drown in their own misery.

Yaone let out a soft moan as Dokugakuji's lips found her neck. She closed her eyes, willing her mind to spiral into thoughtless enjoyment of the sweet senations. Her head leaned back to expose more of her tender flesh to her partner. Her back arched, and her body silently cried out acceptance, and approval of Dokugakuji's actions. She moved as needed while Dokugakuji undid her bodice, then found a home for her hands in his hair while he tasted her breast. His red tongue flickered out, contrasting at first with her creamy skin. The colors soon meshed, however, as Dokugakuji came to her areola. Leaving a glistening trail of moisture where the colors changed, Dokugakuji first used only his tongue to harden Yaone's small nipple. Unsatisfied with only that, Yaone used her grip to firmly press Dokugakuji's lips to her breast, and let out a satisfied cry as he suckled the pert bud. He lingered there as she demaned, her fingers holding him in place. It was only until he felt them relax that Dokugakuji kissed a trail to the opposite breast, and repeated his tender feeding.

Yaone felt a growing dizziness sweeping through her body, and she welcomed it. What misery had been brought by endless thought, a desperate physical lust could erase. She knew Dokugakuji felt the same; his confined hardness pressing against her leg was indication enough of that. Sliding her hands to his shoulder's, Yaone pushed Dokugakuji up, away from her body until she could move her hands freely over his front. The male demon looked at her in confusion until her hands went to task, and undid the hooks of his shirt. Fabric gave away to well-toned muscles, the body of a warrior, and Dokugakuji lowered himself again. The hardness of his body felt strange against the softness of hers, but so right at this moment. Their lips again met, for now Dokugakuji knew there would be no protests.

Each was now sure of their actions, and both knew the other wanted, needed what was to come. The remainder of their clothes were quickly disposed of, tossed away like the nuisences they had become. Dokugakuji shifted himself between Yaone's legs as she parted them. Despite his knowledge of her answer, he again searched her face. This was the last chance for either of them to turn back.. and neither did.

They both moaned, the sounds twisting into a single cry of emotion as Dokugakuji entered her. Neither was a virgin, else this wouldn't have been so easy of a solution. Yaone's wet, velvety walls readily accepted Dokugakuji's length until he was completely enveloped in her warmth. Releasing a shuddering breath, Dokugakuji withdrew, then again pushed in. He observed how Yaone moved as he set a slow rhythm. Each inward thrust was deep, full enough push her hips down until the matress refused to give any further. When Dokugakuji had steadied himself, he quickened his pace, but not to the degree of fucking. This was more than a mindless fuck. Perhaps it was as close to lovemaking two people could come without being in love with each other... because even though the man they both loved was somewhere so evil and dark, it threatened to end the light of his brilliance.. even though he was so painfully far..

Dokugakujii and Yaone both were making love to him.

The realization came to both, and each shouted out their desired's name as they climaxed. Dokugakuji's seed flowed into the tight, prone body of his prince, while Yaone's walls milked warm semen from her lord's shuttering form. Each could feel the sweep of long red hair flowing over their sweat-soaked skin, the tiny twinges of pain-pleasure of claw-like nails clutching into flesh. In that moment, the illusion was complete, and both found hope in that sweet deception.

Dokugakuji managed to hold himself up by his hands long enough to catch his breath. He heard the relaxed, contented moans of the person below, and slipped his flaccid member from the shivering body. Moving beside the thin frame, Dokugakuji warmly embraced this person, and desperately held on. He could feel the heart beating in the chest now pressed to his body, the listening to steady metranome of beats.

Yaone's eyes were closed as she felt the now-soft cock pulled from within her. A shudder ran down her spine at the sudden emptiness, but she quickly relaxed. Muscled arms drew her close, and her head found a comforting place to rest on a warm chest. She heard the heartbeat, and unconciously counted with it while her own arm drapped over the other's waist.

Their steady, rhythmic heartbeats counted down the moments until each fell into a much needed sleep.

*****

Elsewhere in the castle, a sinister voice chuckled as he raised a doll to look into a monitor.

"Its okay now bunny," it said in a soothing tone. "They're all done now. You can look."

The owner of the voice moved the rabbit's arms, which had been covering its innocent eyes.

"Oh my!" The bunny squeeked out. "The rabbit prince certainly won't like this!"

"No, I don't think he will." Cruel lips twisted into a sneer as the owner of the voice pushed a button below the monitor. Taking hold of the tape that came out, he again quietly laughed. "But I suppose there is only one way to find out, isn't there?"

Taking his dear doll and the enticing tape, Nii Jenyi made his way into his testing chamber.
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