The Technique

I don't own Saiyuki and made no money writing this. Guh.


An answer to a request for Hakkai/Sanzo denied orgasm @ saiyuki_kinks . Originally posted as anon. Slightly edited from original post/comment. Enjoy :D

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“So, Hakkai... what were you and Sanzo doin’?”

“Oh, a simple redirection of energies.” He turns his back. Washes his hands. Smiles. “You know how he likes to be as focused as possible.”

“You mean wound up like a watch.” Gojyo leans against the tiles. They bump into each other as Hakkai reaches for a towel. The bathroom is probably too small for the both of them, or at least two adult males. Gojyo has to close the door partway just to make room. “Man, if there was ever a guy who needed to get laid, it’s that princess.”

Hakkai hides his face. “Ah, what a way to put it.”

Gojyo has to step around him so he can get out. “So, what’s the deal? Are you zapping him with energy or something?”

The bedroom is spartan: two cots, one nightstand, no window and one exposed bulb with a tendency to blink. A lonely moth seems to have fallen in love with it. Gojyo wonders if the bulb will outlive it. Probably not.

Hakkai sits on his cot. Sighs when it groans under his weight. Puts his glasses on the nightstand. Rubs his right temple. “No, that would be like sticking his finger in a light socket.”

Gojyo sits in his. Carefully. He doesn’t trust it not to collapse from sheer rusted out pitifulness. Ow- there’s a spring trying to assfuck him. “So, what are you doing to ‘im? Looks like it’s wearin’ you out, whatever it is.”

Hakkai reaches for the light switch, smiling instead of groaning when his shoulder tightens. “My, you’re persistent, aren’t you. But it’s like I said: Helping him focus his own energies. That’s all.”

The light is out. The conversation is over. But Gojyo’s mind is in overdrive. What the hell does that mean, focusing energies? Aren’t baldies supposed to do that on their own with all that sitting around and chanting and shit? It didn’t make sense. He knows Hakkai isn’t lying to him, but he was sure as hell isn’t saying much, either. It’s probably something embaressing. Otherwise Prissy wouldnt’a made ‘Kai swear to some super-secret secret thing. Something really...

“Go to sleep, Gojyo.”

“How can you tell I’m not asleep?”

“The same way I know you’re imagining Sanzo and I in a compromising position.”

He sits up. Gets up. Flicks the switch on. “Alright, you.” He grabs Hakkai by the collar. “Talk!”

Hakkai just laughs. “That got you worked up.” He puts his finger on Gojyo’s neck, on the pulse point. “Energy raised. Attention focused. And, I might add, I did nothing lurid to elevate it.”

“Maybe nothing ‘lurid,’ but it sure was twisted, man.”

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‘Lurid’ is a broad judgement. And maybe that is how Hakkai’s technique can be described, though that description would be qualified because it all depends on what a person would consider lurid. But more to the point: When Hakkai was talking about elevating energy, which teased Gojyo into elevating and focusing his ownenergy, he was not using the same technique he’d used on Sanzo, earlier. No, Cho Hakkai is no one-trick pony. And while that smiling veneer and pleasant disposition can charm the casual observer into believing this is a nice boy, a good boy even your momma would love, it also hides a raging control freak, hell bent on making life be as right as possible- even if it he has to resort to occasional wrongs. And he has a very full bag of tricks at his disposal.

So, what was this technique Hakkai used on Sanzo? Wouldn’t Gojyo like to know! But he will never know. Hakkai had promised, months and months ago, when he first convinced Sanzo that this technique was not just beneficial, but essential for an optimal state of mind, that he would never tell another living soul.

“If you ever, ever tell those two idiots what you’re about to do to me, I will put a bullet between your eyes. You got that?”

“Absolutely.” And he meant it. Hakkai appreciated the level of trust Sanzo was extending as he stretched his gaunt, naked body over that futon. The one Hakkai had specially requested from that old toothless woman who ran that strange inn made of clay brick. He was surprised they even had one. She seemed confused, but two giant men resembling oxen marched in with the thing. It reeked of mildew, it was stained, but it would do with a few sheets thrown over it.

“I’ve kept my purity because I need the focus. I’m trusting you not to fuck it up. Understand?”

Hakkai nodded. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He rubbed his hands together, harnessing the friction. He took a deep breath, gathering oxygen for the heat. He closed his eyes. Let the heat grow between his palms. Let the blood flow into his fingertips. Let it feed the heat. Let the heat grow. Let his mind focus on that heat. On that feeling. Then he opened his eyes. “Alright.”

Sanzo was laying, face up, hands flat on his sides, breathing in through his nose, and out through his mouth. The creases between his eyes were still there- or was that already permanent? The stress was not completely desaturated, Hakkai noted. Neck and shoulder muscles were still tight. Stomach muscles were bunched. Thighs, too. “Try to unclench your self, as you would unclench a fist.”

“I am a fist.”

“You are a man. Quit stalling. You know how to relax. Do it or I will do it for you.”

“Alright, alright.” He let out the rigidity like a coil, slowly. Hakkai noted how it left starting from the head to his feet, down into the floor.

His hands hovered over Sanzo’s chest, a mere breath away from the scar near his sternum. There was an immediate reaction: the nipples tightened, the heart rate increased, a flush spread over Sanzo’s pale skin. “How does that feel?”

Sanzo nodded. “I can feel it.”

“I can’t be sure. You’re not panicking, are you?”

The slight frown was a bad sign.

“Talk to me, Sanzo. What do you feel?”

“Warm.” This was mostly likely.

“Do not avoid describing emotions. They will not go away if you do. In fact, you are in danger of misdirecting the energy if I do not know what you are feeling. And that is a danger I will not allow, my friend. Under any circumstances.”

He shuddered. Hakkai noted his arousal was spreading. Every cell in his body was telling him Sanzo was hard. He did not have to look in order to know he had an erection.

“I feel aroused.” Only Sanzo could describe that rush in such a clinical way.

“Alright.” He put his hands over his abdomen. Just a moment away. “Now, who do you see?”

“Him.”

Hakkai was not surprised that an answer was so easily produced. Few people go through life without that. “What is his name?”

“I call him...” Another frown. Another shudder. “He was my master.”

Of course. Hakkai suspected this was the case. “What was he to you?”

“He is my- was my everything.” The energy was changing. Combining with something deep within Sanzo, curling and reshaping the ions in the room’s oxygen. Hakkai struggled. It was making him a little lightheaded, already.

“Think on him. On only him.” His hand moved lower.

The energy swirled between Sazno’s legs, cupped him, stroked him. Made him gasp that name: “Master Koumyou......” His voice was so much softer, so much softer. “My everything...”

“That’s it.” Hakkai directed the movement. Up and down. Up and down. Careful not to go too quickly. Careful not to go too slow. The energy had to build. “Why do you focus on him?”

“To get back what was his.” The energy began to splinter off.

“No, that’s not why. Be honest.” Hakkai blocked the exit with a sharp twist of chi. He winced as Sanzo whimpered. “I know that hurt, but I warned you: I will do what it takes to keep this from ultimately harming you. Even if it’s painful”

“Fuck, you’re a real sadist, you know that?”

“Focus.”

Revenge.” The energy fused together, again. Pooled and hummed back where it was before, between Hakkai’s palms and Sanzo’s flesh. “I want revenge.”

“This is your focus.” Hakkai took a deep breath. “You’re ready.”

Sanzo took a deep breath.

The lightbulb flickered, then went out. The air crackled. Breaths hitched. And Sanzo arched his back, and fisted the dirty sheets as Hakkai raised his hand up, using chi to pull Sanzo’s foreskin back.

Damn, but it was exhausing. Hakkai was perspiring. But nothing, nothing like Sanzo, who was dripping with sweat.

“Now. Feel that heat drawing you out.” The energy looped around the head of Sanzo’s cock. “All your desire is only this desire.”

“All my desire... only this desire.” Sanzo’s head was thrashing from side to side. “All of my desire... only this desire...” The mantra took seed. The energy took a hold. And Sanzo began to feed it with small bucks.

Hakkai stretched the chi out, stretched and slid it down, around the sack, pushing it up. Down, down down. Down into that place Sanzo was most afraid- Hakkai could tell. “Let that be a strength, too.” And it slipped in.

Deep inside.

Focus. Desire. Need. Drive. They fused with the energy and it concentrated into that white ball of light. The spark. The life force. Hakkai knew it was time. “Do you feel that?”

Sanzo gasped. Nodded.

“Breath. Breath deep. Hold that feeling.” He caught the ball with his chi. Tied it down, there. Right there. Down so hard Sanzo choked. “Hold still! Or I will make you still!” He meant it. After all, he was, in essence, fashioning a sort of cockring to hold back the orgasm.

The light came back on after Hakkai took a few deep, calming breaths. Everything seemed to be in order. Sanzo was not attacking him with some bizare sexual dementia. Nor was he neutered- his erection was still present. And would be present, in various stages, until he chose to be freed. “You do realize once this is taken off, you will need another treatment, or you will lose your purity.”

“You mean come.” Sanzo sat up and wiped his face with a towel.

“Of course.” Hakkai nearly staggered as he stood up. “Excuse me. I need to go lay down.”

“Hey!”

Hakkai leaned against the wall. “Yes?”

“Good job.”

“It was nothing...”

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Clearly Hakkai is not an entirely selfish person. Absolutely not. He would never have given so much of his own chi to Sanzo if he was. Or kept his word to Sanzo. But do not let this fool you, he is not entirely unselfish either. While he never told anyone what he did, that is not to say he is not above practicing the technique on someone else as a form of distraction.


Gojyo had better mind his own business. He would not appreciate the results.