Zang Fu Theory

BY : LotusMoon
Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Yaoi - Male/Male
Dragon prints: 4975
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.

Title: Zang Fu Theory, Part 14

Author: Lotus

Pairing(s): Sanzo/Hakkai/Gojyo

Rating: NC17

Summary: (Chapters 1-13): While the ikkou are staying in a town, Sanzo and Hakkai are called away in the middle of the night to help a severely injured farmer. Gojyo is left babysitting a dragon, who behaves very strangely. At the farmhouse, Hakkai is possessed by a fire oni, & the oni’s attempt to draw heat results in a sexual situation with Sanzo. Upon Hakkai & Sanzo’s return to the inn, Gojyo & Goku realized what happened & Gojyo attacks Sanzo. Hakkai attempts to be peacemaker, sending Sanzo & Goku to the bathhouse, leaving him with Gojyo. Sanzo & Goku have a chat in the bath, and Sanzo is attacked by the fire oni. Back at the inn, afraid he is losing his friend to Sanzo, Gojyo uses his special brand of persuasion with Hakkai. Hakuryu flies back to the inn for help, leading Hakkai & Gojyo to the bathhouse. They battle the fire oni, and just when all seems lost, Gojyo remembers Jien’s magic beans. Hakkai & Gojyo wash the ash off each other. Returning to the inn, Gojyo & Goku are kicked out of the room & Hakkai tends Sanzo’s wounds. Goku gets embarrassed in the bathroom in front of Gojyo, who ends up lending him a helping hand. The healing session becomes intimate between Hakkai & Sanzo. Hakkai remembers the past when he was at the temple with Sanzo and Gojyo seeks solace after accidentally eavesdropping on Hakkai & Sanzo. Goku follows the upset Gojyo & gets free dumplings from a vendor because he’s a companion of the Chosen One. During a passionate moment, Sanzo loses control & Hakkai leaves to look for Gojyo.

Chapter 14: Goku & Hakkai search for Gojyo together, and Gojyo is attacked.

Warning: Language, Sexual Situations

Disclaimer: Kazuya Minekura’s beautiful boys. If they were mine, there’d be more stops at onsens, secluded woodland bathing pools, shower scenes and overall general nudity. And fewer female wait staff.

Hakkai struggled to breath as Sanzo pushed him back against the pillow, mouths crushed together. The priest angled his head and thrust deeper inside his mouth, their teeth clicking, thumbs clamped against his cheek bones. Through the joined wall of their tightly pressed chests, Hakkai could feel both their hearts beating wildly like two birds battering themselves to death on the bars of a cage.

On the verge of passing out, a whimper slipped out of Hakkai into Sanzo’s mouth.

With a gasp, Sanzo roughly broke the kiss, and Hakkai lay still under his weight, sucking air into his lungs. He tasted the coppery tang of blood, and touching carefully with the tip of his tongue, Hakkai realized he had a split lip. After a moment, Hakkai became aware of Sanzo’s very still head on the pillow next to him.

“Sanzo?” Hakkai said softly.

He reached up and lightly touched the priest’s back. The muscles flinched under his fingers as if he’d held a hot poker against the white skin.

Lifting himself up, Sanzo sat on the edge of the bed and retrieved his cigarettes from the night stand. Hakkai waited a moment, watching the growing light pick out gold strands in the tousled hair as the priest smoked. Finally, he crawled to the edge of the bed, careful not to touch the silent blonde. He could feel Sanzo’s semen drying on his stomach, and knew the other man would be experiencing the same.

“I’ll see about a bath,” Hakkai said quietly, rising off the bed.

As he expected, Sanzo didn’t respond, just sat smoking and staring out the window. Suppressing a sigh, Hakkai picked his robe up from the foot of the bed, tying it as he walked to the door. He didn’t understand how, but it was clear he had disappointed the priest in some fashion. It was more than possible, considering his inexperience, that he was simply an inadequate bed partner.

Hakkai opened the door, frowning as he smelled Gojyo’s brand of cigarette in the empty hall, then spotted it.

“Oh!” the cry was startled out of him.

Everything around him went dim, and it was as if he were looking at the crushed cigarette at the end of a long tunnel. From far away, he heard the click of Sanzo’s gun and felt the priest approach him from behind. Hakkai ignored the sound and movement as he picked up the cigarette between forefinger and thumb, gingerly setting it in his left palm. Ashes drifted down from his fingers as he rose, falling silently on the wooden floor.

Feeling Sanzo’s head near his shoulder, Hakkai turned toward him. The priest raised a pale eyebrow, clearly not understanding the dire implications of the small object.

“It’s Gojyo’s,” Hakkai said.

The smell of sex rising off their bodies enveloped him, and Hakkai couldn’t help glancing back at the bed. His stomach tightened.

“He heard us fucking,” Sanzo said flatly, closing the door.

“Sanzo,” Hakkai gave the priest a reproving look at his callous bluntness. “I have to find him, talk to him.”

Trying not to picture Gojyo’s expression when he had been standing in the hallway, the shock that made him drop the cigarette, Hakkai quickly went into the bathroom. Carefully, he set the cigarette on the edge of the sink and arbitrarily wiped the drying fluid off his stomach. Gojyo would smell it, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment.

“He’s not a child,” Sanzo said.

“You don’t understand,” Hakkai said. Picking the cigarette back up, Hakkai gathered his clothes and dressed as quickly as he could. “He gets... hurt.”

Hakkai retrieved his glasses from the night table. Without knowing why, he bypassed the ashtray and put Gojyo’s cigarette in his pocket. All the while, Hakkai could feel the purple eyes following him around the room while Sanzo leaned unmoving against the door. Ready to go, Hakkai had to face him at last. Sanzo stood naked, arms crossed over his chest, gun tucked into the inside of his elbow. Above the flaccid cock hanging from the nest of golden curls, Hakkai could see the glistening lines of his own seed marking the priest’s belly.

The tightening in his stomach twisted a little at the conflicting emotions the sight elicited: desire, guilt, fear, excitement. Taking a deep breath, Hakkai firmly stamped them down and ignored his stomach.

When Hakkai reached for the latch, Sanzo shifted over just enough to allow him space to open the door. Hakkai paused.

“I’ll tell them to set up a bath for you,” Hakkai said, not wanting Sanzo to think he was totally abandoning him. Not quite able to meet the purple eyes, Hakkai gave him a small smile, then left.

Leaning for a moment on the closed door, Hakkai slipped his shoes on in the empty hallway and struggled to regain his composure. He covered his face with his hand, and inhaled the co-mingled scents of Gojyo’s cigarette and Sanzo’s sex, tasting the blood in his mouth. A bitter laugh escaped him. The two men who had saved him in every way possible, who were more important than anyone else in this world, and he was failing both of them miserably.


Startled, Hakkai looked up and saw Goku leaning through the open door of his and Gojyo’s room, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Straightening his face, Hakkai pushed away from the door and walked down to him. A quick look over Goku’s head showed the room behind him was empty, and only one bed had been slept in.

“Goku, where’s Gojyo?” Hakkai tried to sound calm.

“I guess he’s still at the bar,” Goku pouted a little.

“The bar downstairs?” Hakkai turned, already looking toward the stairs.

“Nah, the one with the caterpillar eyebrows bartender,” Goku said, yawning and scratching his stomach.

Hakkai blinked in an attempt to bring Goku’s statement into focus. “Pardon?”

“I can take you,” Goku said, bending over and pulling his boots on outside the doorway. “Oh, hey,” Gojyo rose up and tugged on Hakkai’s arm. “He heard you guys.”

Hakkai flushed. “I know.” The tightness in his stomach had moved up to his chest. “Did he say anything to you?”

“Nah,” Goku waved his hand as they walked down the hall. “He just ran off to the bar.”

It was hardly a surprising reaction for the redhead, Hakkai knew from experience. He also knew that Gojyo drank way too much when he was upset, and that always ended badly.

“You gotta talk to him like Sanzo talked to me,” Goku said as they reached the bottom of the stairs and headed out of the inn.

“Sanzo spoke with you about... us?” Hakkai looked down at Goku in surprise.

“Yeah. He said some stuff about how what you guys were doing didn’t affect him and me and I wasn’t gonna lose him,” Goku spoke matter-of-factly as he led Hakkai through the early morning market crowd.

Hakkai was somewhat taken aback Sanzo had been so open with Goku. Although he had hoped the priest would provide some comfort when he sent them to the baths together, he had fully expected having to follow up with the youngest member of the group to smooth things over.

“So that’s what you gotta do,” Goku said, waving at a dumpling vendor.

“I need to do what, exactly?” Hakkai wasn’t sure of Goku’s level of comprehension of the current situation.

The golden eyes turned up to him as they stopped in the street. “You gotta tell Gojyo that no matter what, he’s not gonna lose you,” Goku said, round face filled with earnestness.

Hakkai looked down at his young companion, and thought surely his ribs would start creaking from the pressure. He felt as if he were being crushed under a huge boulder. Reaching out to grasp Goku’s shoulder, he attempted a smile, but felt it fail before it even began. Instead, he pulled the young man to his chest and hugged him.

“Oh, Goku,” Hakkai said softly into the spiky hair. He felt hands pat his back.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” Goku said. He leaned back to look up at Hakkai and give him a big grin. “See, this is the place.”

Releasing Goku, Hakkai turned around and realized they were standing in front of a bar.

“For the last time, we’re closed!” The large, bleary-eyed man attempted to slam the door shut.

Hakkai blocked it with his foot. The other man threw an angry glare down at the offending appendage, and opened the door wide enough to shake a meaty fist.

“Do you want a broken nose?” he demanded gruffly, subjecting Hakkai to a foul cloud of morning-after drinking breath and possibly several rotting teeth.

“Hey,” Goku protested, “don’t be an asshole!”

Hakkai reached behind him and lightly pressed Goku’s chest with his fingertips, indicating the younger man should stay behind him, preferably, silently.

“As I said,” Hakkai said, keeping his voice pleasant, “we are trying to find our friend...”

“Fuck you, four-eyes,” the large man pulled his arm back for a punch.

Pressing his lips together, Hakkai stepped forward and to the side, reaching out to grasp the wrist behind the meat mallet swinging out into empty air. Using the man’s momentum, Hakkai pulled the larger man off balance, and as he fell forward, struck him with an elbow between the shoulder blades. The man fell heavily, the air knocked out of him with a loud “oof”.

Still holding onto the man’s wrist, the arm now pulled straight up behind him, Hakkai twisted the joint to lock the elbow and pushed down at what he knew would be a very uncomfortable angle.

“Fuck! Ow!” The man’s voice was muffled from his face being pressed against the street. “You’re breaking my arm.”

“Not yet,” Hakkai replied pleasantly. “Now, my friend is my age, tall, with red hair...”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember him,” the man panted. “He made a good wad of cash playing poker.”

“Do you know where he went when the bar closed?” Hakkai continued.

“How the fuck should I- Ow! Fuckfuckfuck!” The man writhed on the ground as Hakkai pushed down. Hakkai could feel the arm begin to pull out of the shoulder joint.

“You are going to dislocate your shoulder if you insist on moving around like that,” Hakkai advised. The man stilled instantly.

“He asked for a good place for girls,” the man moaned. “I sent him to the Red Kimono.”

“He wanted girls?” Goku’s voice sounded strange, and Hakkai glanced over at the young man. He was surprised to see a hurt expression.

“That’s all I know,” the man said, drawing Hakkai’s attention back to the large prone figure at his feet.

“Thank you, you’ve been most helpful,” Hakkai said, releasing the arm.

His business finished, Hakkai grasped Goku’s arm and turned him around, guiding them back into the street. Just before they were swallowed up in the crowd, Hakkai called back, “You’ll want to ice that shoulder.”

Gojyo snuggled into the warm, naked body spooned up against his. Rubbing his nose in the silky hair, he ran his large hand up the slope of the hip, dipping down to cup the stomach and pull them closer. The warm body obligingly wriggled backwards, molding more firmly against him.

“Mmm hm,” the head under his chin murmured something in sleepy contentment.

It smelled like sex under the blanket. There were definitely worse ways for a guy to wake up. Gojyo’s eyes cracked open at the sound of shojo screen sliding open, trying to remember exactly where he was.

It was in that moment of disorientation that he was attacked.

Gojyo’s eyes flew the rest of the way open as the blanket was ripped away, and rough hands grabbed his upper arms. He heard a startled yell, and saw a pretty young man with long black hair dragged kicking from the futon by two guys with black scarves tied around the lower half of their faces. Kaori. Everything from the night before flooded back into place.

“Hey, let him, alone, assholes!” Gojyo yelled, nearly throwing off the two men holding him.

Two more men in black surged on top of him, sitting on his arms and legs. They thought five measly guys could pin him? Gojyo coiled up his muscles and prepared to fight in earnest.

“Gojyo!” Kaori’s call stopped him.

He looked over and saw that one of the men had grabbed a fistful of that beautiful black hair and pulled Kaori’s head back. He was holding a knife to the white throat. Even as Gojyo watched, he saw a single ruby drop trickle down.

“Shit,” Gojyo muttered.

Immediately, he relaxed all his muscles. Even if he called his shakujo now, he wouldn’t be able to take out the five guys on him and the two on Kaori before the escort’s throat was slit.

“Very good,” a low voice like old paper said, somewhere near the door.

Gojyo craned his neck, and the man he thought was the Red Kimono’s owner, the one who had been directing the cheating dealer, stepped into his line of sight. But it hadn’t been Mr. Expensive Yakuta that had spoken. It was the weird old man next to him, hunched up in a tattered priest’s robe, with a face like a peach pit.

“Great.” Gojyo let his head fall back with a thud. “A fucking priest.”

He watched the old man as he shuffled closer, then stood over Gojyo, watery eyes moving over his naked body spread-eagled on the futon. Gojyo raised an eyebrow.

“Liking what you see, old pervert?” Gojyo goaded.

To his surprise, the old man laughed, and squatted down next to him.

“Why, yes, I do,” the old man grinned, revealing a maw missing most of its teeth.

The old man was starting to creep Gojyo out, staring at him like a fishwife evaluating a piece of meat at the market. Was that was what was going on? Was the Red Kimono a front for kidnapping patrons and selling them as sex slaves on the black market? Gojyo had to admit, that would be kind of ironic. Nothing he couldn’t handle, though. He just had to wait until Kaori was out of harm’s way, and he could fight his way out of this mess. Preferably without the rest of ikkou ever finding out. Ever.

“A fine, young strong hanyou,” the old man muttered. “He should have plenty of heat to give.”

Gojyo was a little surprised the old man knew what he was, and opened his mouth to ask what the hell he meant. His question was preempted when Mr. Yakuta stepped up and nudged Gojyo’s balls with the tip of his sandaled foot.

“Hey!” Gojyo struggled, anger spiraling up from his gut.

Mr. Yakuta barely glanced at him. “He was unable consummate sex with Kaori.”

“Impotent, eh?” the old man looked at Gojyo’s genitals with interest.

The anger burned deeper. Gojyo wasn’t surprised he and Kaori had been watched last night; it wasn’t all that uncommon in brothels to protect the girls from rough customers. But there was no way in hell he was going to take the slight on his manhood. He was Sha Fucking Gojyo!

“I am not impotent,” Gojyo protested in angry indignation. “Hey!”

The old man reached out and squeezed his balls, rolling them between bony fingers like he was evaluating the ripeness of plums. Then he gripped Gojyo’s cock, giving it a few firm strokes and pulling back the foreskin to inspect the head. He dropped the cock and it slapped against Gojyo’s belly.

“Too much sake, perhaps,” the old man waved his hand dismissively. “I see nothing wrong, and he is certainly well enough endowed.”

Damn right, Gojyo almost said, then realized maybe for once it wasn’t such a good thing that he had a great package. Man, how much longer was he going to have to put up with this undignified shit before they moved him to a different room or took Kaori out? Gojyo’s attention returned to the old man as he pulled out a bag from the front of his robe.

Holding up a rectangular slip of paper between his palms, the weird old guy started chanting, and for the first time Gojyo felt the prickling of panic.

“A talisman,” Gojyo whispered.

Images of the mad monk Rikudo, chasing them through the rain and mud, throwing his cursed talismans flashed through his mind. None of them had been strong enough to break them except the monkey when he went nuts. This was bad shit.

“Wait a minute,” Gojyo started.

Then the priest pulled out a small dagger.

“Hey, hey!” Gojyo watched as the dagger moved closer to his chest. “Let’s not do anything drastic here, okay?”

Gojyo winced as the priest cut a shallow line over his heart, right next to the bullet scar from where Sanzo had shot him. Fucking priests. Just as the blood started to well up, the old man pressed the talisman to the wound. Lifting his head, Gojyo saw the blood seep up into the paper, and he felt a burning like hot wax as the talisman melted into his skin.

“Nn,” Gojyo grunted.

The old man cupped his hand over the cut and lowered his head, chanting. Gojyo arched up and threw his head back as it seriously began fucking hurting, like a live coal was being shoved into his chest. Then the chanting stopped, and the pain was reduced to a dull ache. Panting, Gojyo glared up at the old man.

“You fucking asshole,” he ground out. “Get it outta me. Now.”

The old man chuckled and patted Gojyo’s chest like a friendly family physician.

“Now, now,” he said with a smile. “No need to be rude. It won’t harm you. Well, unless you try to leave, of course,” he added.

Gojyo scowled at him. “What do you mean?”

“Just that if you try to leave the town, your heart will be burnt to ashes,” the priest said.

Horror clawed its way through Gojyo’s guts. “Why?” he asked. “Why me?”

“Why?” the old man looked down at him like the answer should be obvious. “You’re the Chosen One.”

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