Zang Fu Theory

BY : LotusMoon
Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Yaoi - Male/Male
Dragon prints: 4943
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.

Author: Lotus
Pairing(s): Sanzo/Hakkai/Gojyo
Rating: NC17
Summary: P1 - Sanzo and Hakkai are called away in the middle of the night to help a severely injured farmer and Gojyo is left babysitting a dragon. P2 - Hakkai is possessed by a fire oni, & the oni’s attempt to draw heat results in a sexual situation. P3 - Upon Hakkai & Sanzo’s return to the inn, Gojyo & Goku realized what happened & Gojyo attacks Sanzo. P4 - Hakkai attempts to be peacemaker. P5 - Sanzo & Goku have a chat in the bath. P6 - Gojyo uses his special brand of persuasion. P7 - Battle in the bath house. P8 - Gojyo remembers Jien’s magic beans. P9 - Hakkai & Gojyo wash the ash off.
Warning: Language, Sexual Situations
Notes: A little longer than usual because I couldn’t find a stopping point that wouldn’t get me killed.

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 froze, breath catching as he processed Gojyo’s last word. Although he didn’t use it himself, Hakkai heard “fuck” along with a myriad of colorful invectives used on a daily basis in mundane and creative fashion by all the members of the ikkou. Gojyo and Goku had practically elevated cursing to an art form. Hakkai had long ago lost track of the multitude of euphemisms the pair had contrived for “penis” while instructing each other to suck it off. During their last dinner together, the duo squabbled over a dumpling and Gojyo had grabbed his own crotch, exclaiming, “Eat my banana, monkey.”

It most certainly was not the first time Hakkai had heard the word “fuckable” pass over Gojyo’s profane lips. It was simply the first time the redhead had directed it at him in an intimate context. What Hakkai would have imagined as being vulgar or mildly offensive, instead was shockingly erotic.

“Fuckable” evoked an image of a naked Gojyo sprawled on the ground, red hair flared around his head, tanned arms reaching out to him, long legs spread wide, slim hips tilted up in invitation...

Hakkai found himself as hard as if Gojyo had touched him instead of whispered a word in his ear. Without warning, Gojyo pulled him more directly on top of his leanly muscled body, shifting those slim hips so Hakkai slid down between the taller man’s long legs. The movement brought their groins together, and Hakkai felt Gojyo’s impressive erection pressed against his. He bit back a moan.

“I was wondering if you were pissed off or turned on,” Gojyo’s voice rumbled through his bared chest. “Not that you couldn’t be both. I have that effect sometimes.”

Gojyo laughed and Hakkai’s heart twinged. Perhaps his friend laughed a little too easily at himself.

“I am not angry, Gojyo,” Hakkai murmured.

“Yeah? Good, ‘cause I’m horny as hell.” Gojyo’s large hands stroked down Hakkai’s back, warming the damp silk. They slid lower to cup Hakkai’s buttocks, squeezing firmly. This time Hakkai couldn’t hold in the groan.

“Mmm,” Gojyo purred, tilting his hips up.

Pleasant warm tingling pooled in Hakkai’s groin as the slight movement increased the pressure on his erection. He had to put a stop to this before they crossed a line that could not be redrawn.

“Gojyo, I must- nnh!” Hakkai had levered himself up onto his arms, which conversely pushed his lower half down. The tingling shot down the inside of his legs. Hakkai held himself tensely still, unsure how to untangle their bodies in a way that wouldn’t result in him embarrassing himself by coming in his trousers.

“G-Gojyo...” Hakkai struggled to keep his voice from breaking.

“Mm-hm?” Gojyo seemed pre-occupied. The hanyou gently rocked his hips in rhythm to his kneading hands.

“I must check on the others,” Hakkai was starting to pant.

“What’s to check?” Gojyo sounded amused. “They’re out cold.”

“In a public changing room.” Hakkai lowered his head and looked down at Gojyo.

He knew his face was flushed, but he tried to appear stern. From Gojyo’s complete lack of contrition, he was obviously unsuccessful. The warm crimson eyes were half-closed, and the tip of a pink tongue flicked out to touch parted lips. Hakkai realized he wasn’t the only one breathing heavy.

“Damn,” Gojyo whispered.

“Pardon me?” Hakkai frowned slightly.

“I wish you could see how fucking sexy you look right now,” Gojyo said.

Hakkai had no response to that. Gojyo tilted up more and the rocking increased beneath him. Hakkai closed his eyes, letting his head hang between his shoulders. His control was fraying like an old piece of cloth slowly being pulled apart.

“Gojyo, if you don’t stop, I am going to...” Hakkai paused, unable to finish the sentence.

“Cum?” Gojyo supplied.

Hakkai opened his eyes to look at those profane lips that could say such things without shame or hesitation. He nodded.

“I want you to cum,” Gojyo’s voice was low and husky.

Hakkai felt Gojyo’s knees bend on either side of his legs, and a bare foot stroked up the back of his calf.

“I wanna watch your sexy face while you rub your cock against mine,” Gojyo continued.

Hakkai opened his mouth to protest he planned on doing no such thing, but realized he was already moving his hips in time with Gojyo’s, guided by those sure hands. The friction generated from their clothing was almost painful. Instead of words, a soft cry came out as he felt the heavy ache in his tightening balls.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” Gojyo cooed. “Cum for me.”

One of Gojyo’s hands released his ass to pull Hakkai’s head down. He felt the soft, wet tip of a tongue in his ear and whimpered.

“I can’t wait to feel your gorgeous cock pumping my ass,” Gojyo whispered, breath hot and sinful.

That sent Hakkai over the edge. The tingling became a solid throbbing at the base of his cock, and Hakkai’s hips stuttered. Gojyo’s hand squeezed him hard against his flat pelvis.

“Ahh!” Hakkai cried out as he exploded in wet release.

He collapsed on Gojyo’s chest and strong arms wrapped around him. Gojyo nuzzled his hair and kissed his temple.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you cum,” Gojyo whispered. “Did you know that?”

Hakkai laughed weakly. “It’s never been mentioned.”

“That’s a shame.” Gojyo wriggled his hips, eliciting another moan at the friction on his sensitive penis. “I’ll have to remedy that little oversight.”

“Gojyo, we really should talk,” Hakkai said, trying to roll off Gojyo.

The redhead refused to open his arms, and rolled with Hakkai so the two men lay on their sides facing each other. Hakkai found his legs trapped inside Gojyo’s. He had seen Gojyo pin Goku in similar moves while wrestling. Another instance when the hanyou’s long limbs gave him the advantage.

“We should wash the ash out of your hair,” Gojyo suggested.

Hakkai was nonplussed at the sudden change of topic.

“I have ash in my hair?” Arms immobilized, he rolled his eyes up to peer at his bangs.

“Yeah,” Gojyo laughed.

The redhead shifted an arm and held up the hand that had pulled down Hakkai’s head. He blinked at the sooty digits.

“Perhaps a quick bath would be in order,” Hakkai conceded.

Gojyo laughed again, white teeth flashing. Hakkai was a little dazed at the effortless speed at which the redhead shifted gears from seducer to joking friend. Crimson eyes locked with his and drew closer as Gojyo pressed their foreheads together. Warm hands cupped the sides of his face.

“We can talk later if you want, okay?” Gojyo said softly.

Gojyo’s breath moved up his face, and Hakkai felt a kiss pressed gently to his forehead.

Living together had naturally made them privy to aspects of each other’s personal lives. Hakkai quickly became aware that his roommate was the town Lothario. Given the size of the town, Hakkai fully expected the door to be battered in by a small mob of cuckolded husbands and jilted women. To his amazement, the rickety door remained intact. After a few months, Hakkai realized it was part of Gojyo’s personal code to never touch another man’s woman. Which explained the lack of bloodthirsty men. As for the women...

Gojyo never avoided the women he had been intimate with. He was always friendly and charming, and to Hakkai’s confusion, the women almost always remained on good terms with the redhead. It was a rare instance when a female felt scorned. This feat had become part of the Sha Gojyo mystique that Hakkai had assumed beyond his comprehension due to his own relative inexperience in the area of romance.

As the soft lips pulled away, Hakkai thought perhaps the answer was so simple he had overlooked it. Gojyo was gracious. Not in the superficial, polite good-mannered fashion Hakkai himself was thought to be, but sincerely gracious. Gojyo was genuinely a kind, warm-hearted man who was more generous than his wounded soul should allow.

Hakkai reached out and grabbed the back of Gojyo’s neck before the other man could pull all the way back. Tilting his head, Hakkai leaned in and kissed Gojyo hard on the mouth. The sinful, seductive lips that whispered profane eroticisms no woman would ever dare utter, softened and gave in to him immediately. Hakkai gentled the kiss under the immediate surrender, flicking his tongue out for the tiniest taste before withdrawing.

He watched ridiculously long auburn lashes flutter open to reveal warm crimson eyes, like butterflies sipping at red wine. The eyes slanted as Gojyo smiled.

“Not that I’m complaining, babe,” Gojyo said, “but what was that for?”

Hakkai felt a little thrill that went to his groin when Gojyo said the endearment. Just moments ago, he’d heard it in his ear while the redhead urged him on to orgasm. He cleared his throat.

“Just returning your property,” Hakkai said, referring to the kiss Gojyo had “given” him in the hotel room.

Gojyo chuckled. “Hmm. I’ll have to give you something more interesting to keep for me next time.”

The suggestive smile made Hakkai blush, which only made Gojyo’s expression more lascivious.

“The bath...” Hakkai reminded him.

Gojyo didn’t know what the hell had gotten in to him. Maybe it was the euphoria from the bean actually working combined with fooling around with Hakkai earlier in the inn, but he was feeling extra bold and turned on. Once he’d asked Hakkai if he thought he was fuckable, there was pretty much no turning back. And damn if Hakkai wasn’t as hard as he was. Feeling the other man’s erection pressed against his made Gojyo all kinds of horny happy and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass him by.

Talking dirty was a risk; it turned some people off. But Gojyo had a hunch with the reserved healer’s passion for books that talking dirty might push a button. And he’d been right. Hakkai had been unbelievably responsive. Gojyo bet he could talk the brunette to orgasm without even touching him. He’d managed it before with a couple of girls, but never with a guy.

The “pumping my ass” ad lib kinda came out by accident, but it was all good since it made both of them cum so hard. Gojyo didn’t bottom often simply because of the type of men he tended to attract, but he always managed to have a good time either way.

Suggesting the bath wasn’t only to distract Hakkai from The Talk, but also to distract himself from the heady scent of Hakkai’s seed. It was one thing to fool around, but Gojyo really didn’t want their first time to be in the inn’s bathhouse where they could be interrupted. Hell, what if the monkey wandered in? No, Gojyo promised Hakkai he’d take care of him, and he would. This was just to take the edge off for both of them.

Gojyo was taken completely by surprise when Hakkai kissed him. He relaxed immediately and let the other man have his way; it was huge for the healer to take the initiative in this situation.

“Not that I’m complaining, babe,” Gojyo said, “but what was that for?”

“Just returning your property,” Hakkai said.

He had a sweet flush across his cheeks, and a tender warmth in his eye that made Gojyo’s heart flutter. Gojyo chuckled.

“Hmm. I’ll have to give you something more interesting to keep for me next time.”

The flush deepened, and Gojyo couldn’t resist a suggestive leer. He wondered if he could make Hakkai’s whole body flush that pretty pink.

“The bath...” Hakkai reminded him.

With a martyred sigh, Gojyo untangled their limbs and rolled to his feet. He reached down to grasp Hakkai’s hand and pulled the smaller man up. As he did so, Gojyo saw a spasm of pain pass over Hakkai’s face. Concerned, Gojyo slipped his hands under Hakkai’s black shirt and felt along the ribs for obvious breaks.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” Gojyo asked.

No broken ribs. Shoulder, maybe? Gojyo remembered the shock that had traveled through Hakkai’s body when the fireball hit the chi shield. How many hits had the healer taken?

“It’s only muscle fatigue,” Hakkai’s clipped tone was at odds with the warm look and kiss from a few moments ago.

Gojyo usually heard that tone when he’d done something stupid and accidentally hurt his friend’s feelings. He did a quick mental review. All he had done was pull ‘Kai up and check his ribs. Gojyo looked down at his hands, buried under the hiked-up shirt, and Hakkai’s averted face. Ah. Hiding his smile, Gojyo tugged the shirt up over Hakkai’s head and tossed it toward the datsuijyo entrance. Hakkai turned his back and began unbuttoning his trousers, shoulders hunched slightly. Gojyo stepped up behind the other man and slid his hands around Hakkai’s ribs. The healer started, then relaxed marginally. Gojyo rested his chin on Hakkai’s left shoulder.

“Were you disappointed I wasn’t trying to cop a feel?” he teased.

Hakkai flushed, and Gojyo knew he was right. He laughed softly and nuzzled Hakkai’s long neck.

“Shit. You are too cute when you blush,” he said.

“I am not cute, Gojyo,” Hakkai said firmly.

“Don’t like being called cute, huh?” Gojyo kissed Hakkai’s neck and couldn’t resist a quick suck on that delicious earlobe. His smile broadened when Hakkai’s fingers fumbled on the trouser fastenings.

“Let’s see. Already called you sexy,” Gojyo said thoughtfully, “and beautiful.”

Peering over Hakkai’s shoulder, he saw the other man’s nipples were hard. He slid his hands around and rubbed the erect nubs with his thumbs. Hakkai gasped and bucked back into Gojyo’s chest. There was a small ripping sound as Hakkai’s hands jerked on his trousers.

“Oh, let me help you with that,” Gojyo offered.

He kept the tone light, as if he were offering to help fold laundry. He had pushed the brunette pretty hard. He slid his hands down, trailing his left middle finger down the scar. Hakkai relaxed even more, pressing backward against Gojyo’s bare chest. For Gojyo, having so much skin-on-skin contact had an immediately comforting effect. He sighed happily into Hakkai’s hair, letting as much of his tall frame curve around the healer as possible.

The center of the scar was smooth, but the edges puckered where the skin pulled. Gojyo still remembered how the steam had risen up out of the wound on that chilly rainy night. He’d actually had to pick out leaves and dirt before shoving the slippery loops of guts back in. He had spend nights, weeks, months, watching the gaping wound shrink into an angry red slash, then finally fade into the dead white jagged scar.

Gojyo hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of the trousers and underwear and tugged. He squatted as he pulled down.

“Here, lift your foot out,” he instructed.

Hakkai balanced his left hand on Gojyo’s shoulder as he lifted his right foot out of the pant leg, then shifted to step out of the left. Between ailments, injuries, and in Gojyo’s case, drunkenness, the two men had helped each other dress and undress many times over the years. Gojyo was well aware it was more often Hakkai kneeling on the floor while Gojyo leaned on him. Hakkai was the one who took care of him, who took care of everyone. Pressing his cheek against Hakkai’s hip, Gojyo wrapped his arms around the healer and hugged his thighs. The hand resting on his shoulder moved up to the top of his head. Gentle fingers sifted through his hair.

“Gojyo?” Hakkai’s voice was soft above him.

“Just admiring the view,” Gojyo joked.

Gojyo kissed the pale hip and stood up. He smiled into the questioning emerald eyes so Hakkai would know everything was okay.

“I’ll get the hot water,” Gojyo said.

A couple of long strides took him to the overturned bucket, and he scooped it up as he walked toward the onsen. Careful of his bare feet, he stepped around the smoldering remains of the noren.

“Shit,” he muttered.

The frame was blackened, and scorch marks spiked out along the sides of the wooden walls. At least most of the damn steam had cleared out except for a few tendrils snaking over the stone floor and the surface of the water. And that gods-awful rotten eggs stench was gone. Gojyo squatted at the edge of the pool and dunked the bucket. Still, something was off. Frowning, Gojyo glanced around the room, eyes swinging back to the small pile of stones near the far end. It was artfully arranged and there were deposit streaks where water was obviously supposed to flow. That was it. The sound of burbling water was gone. Could a hot spring be broken?

Gojyo stood, full bucket hanging from his hand. Well, if it could be broken, sure as shit, this ikkou would find a way to do it. He shrugged as he turned back. The innkeeper would just add the repair charge to the monk’s bill as usual.

When he re-entered the araiba, Hakkai was sitting on the stool at one of the wash stations, pulling items out of the toiletry bag.

“Yo.” Gojyo sloshed down the bucket.

“Thank you.” Hakkai smiled up at him over his shoulder.

“Welcome,” Gojyo replied.

He shimmied out of his own pants, grimacing at the sticky mess that pulled at his pubes. Sometimes there were disadvantages to not wearing underwear. Kicking away the crumpled clothing, he squatted on his haunches behind Hakkai. Apparently the brunette had made a trip to the datsuijyo, because there were towels and washcloths.

Using the washing ladle, Gojyo scooped a cup of water and held it over Hakkai’s head. The healer tilted his head back, and Gojyo poured the water over the spiky brown hair. Dropping the ladle into the bucket, he held out his palm and Hakkai poured shampoo into it. Humming, Gojyo started working the yellow liquid into Hakkai’s hair, massaging the scalp. The familiar scent of camillia oil wafted up through his busy fingers. While he shampooed, Hakkai soaped up a cloth and started scrubbing the body parts he could reach without moving his head.

Done, Gojyo tapped the back of his hand on Hakkai’s thigh, and the washcloth was dropped into it. Knowing Hakkai liked a hard scrub, Gojyo put some muscle into it as he worked the soapy cloth up and down. Hakkai leaned forward to straighten the plane of his back, and braced his forearms on his knees. Gojyo was careful of the right shoulder, since that was the arm he had pulled on earlier that had made Hakkai wince. He scrubbed until the skin was slightly red, then dropped the cloth with a wet splat.

“Rinse?” Gojyo asked.

“Please,” Hakkai gave him another smile and Gojyo grinned back.

He had always loved bathing with Hakkai. When he’d had a particularly good week back home, they’d take some of the winnings and splurge on a day at the onsen. It beat the shit out of washing their hair in the kitchen sink. Since the journey, when an onsen was available, the ikkou usually bathed together. It was nice to be alone with Hakkai.

Dipping the ladle, Gojyo shielded Hakkai’s eyes with the blade of his hand while he rinsed out the shampoo. Then he ladled water over Hakkai’s shoulders, back and chest, sloughing the soapy water off with his other hand. Scooting around to the front, he rinsed thighs, calves and feet; dip, pour, slough. Humming happily as he concentrated on his task, it caught Gojyo a bit off guard when he realized he was kneeling between Hakkai’s knees, ladle raised over a soapy penis.

Gojyo lifted his eyes to meet Hakkai’s, expecting the other man to take the ladle and rinse off his own privates. Instead, the brunette smiled down at him, and even though he was blushing, patted Gojyo’s cheek.

Surprised, but thrilled to be given permission, Gojyo poured the water over Hakkai’s crotch. He rinsed the soap out of the springy thatch of dark brown hair, then cupped the heavy balls. A gasp above his head, and a hand gripped his shoulder. Gently pulling back the foreskin, he washed the smooth head and Hakkai’s cock twitched in his hand. Hakkai really did have a gorgeous cock. Although Gojyo had never seen it fully erect while his friend was awake, he’d seen plenty of morning hard-ons when he’d played nursemaid. Hakkai’s cock wasn’t as long as his, but it was thicker, and a paler color.

Reluctantly, Gojyo released the cock. He desperately wanted to push out the shiny round head again and taste the slit. Hakkai’s seed smelled so good to him, turned him on so much, he really wanted it on his tongue. Gojyo knew if he got started though, he wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Your turn,” Hakkai announced, startling him.

The desirable bit of flesh moved out of reach as Hakkai rose and stepped back behind the stool.

“I don’t want to get my hair wet again,” Gojyo said as he slid onto the stool.

“Or it won’t dry by bedtime,” Hakkai said. “I know, Gojyo.”

Hakkai expertly gathered and twisted the red mass and Gojyo heard the faint click of the old chopsticks he used to put his hair up in the bath. A slight tug, then he felt them slide in smoothly next to his scalp. He automatically reached down to get the washcloth, but his hand was lightly slapped away.

“Sit still, please,” Hakkai ordered.

Obediently, Gojyo rested his hands on his thighs and watched Hakkai dunk and lather the cloth. The warm, soapy water touched the nape of his neck and Gojyo let his head fall forward. Unlike Hakkai, he liked nice, easy, slow-stroking back scrubs. Hakkai filled the order, moving up and down in relaxed movements, slipping over the shoulders and sliding down the arms. Eyes closed, Gojyo went slack and let the healer move his body like a jointed doll.

“Mmmm.” Gojyo felt warm tingles across the surface of his skin following the wake of the soft cloth. He adored being bathed and massaged. If it was done by the right person, it was like having an all-over orgasm.

“Two baths in one day,” Gojyo murmured dreamily. “I’m living like a prince.”

“And here’s your crown,” Hakkai said, and Gojyo felt the head of his cock touched by the cloth.

Eyes springing open, Gojyo gaped down in shock at Hakkai, who was looking a bit smug.

“Cho Hakkai,” Gojyo said with a grin, “did you just make a cock joke?”

“I believe I did, Gojyo-san.” A flash of wicked emerald made Gojyo’s eyes widen.

Laughing, he shook his head. Even after all this time, Hakkai could still surprise him. His surprise was overridden by pleasure as Hakkai’s nimble fingers very thoroughly washed his cock and balls.

The two men were too engrossed in bathing to notice the datsuijyo noren fall back into place behind them.

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