Freedom

I made no money writing this and do not own Saiyuki or any of the characters depicted below.

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Sunspot67 suggested this ending when I had posted a stripper!Gojyo snipet comment, somehwere in the abyss that is my lvejournal. This is for the muse who happens to be one hell of a guy. And writer. And friend. I better mention, because the idea was his! XD

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"What're you doing here?"

"I came to enjoy myself." Really? Hakkai never was the type to enjoy a bar. "Same as you, I suppose."

"With a cup of tea? You do realize these ladies aren't here to trade recipes, right?"

He leans back against the wall. Smiles. Looks at you over his glasses. "Perhaps that is why I am here. But what about you? These ladies are looking for something you don't offer."

"Meh." You crush your cigarette out on the concrete floor. "Plenty of beer. No assholes trying to pick a fight. Seems harmless enough." You leer. "Funny, you'd think that pervert would be here."

You both stand with your backs against the wall. If you came earlier you would've gotten a seat. But you don't have that kind of luck. No. You had to come on "show night." Whatever that was, it drew the women in like flies. Randy, drunken women who whisper and giggle at the sight of you two.

"You would think so." His voice has that note. The worried one.

"You do realize standing around with me won't produce your boyfriend."

He just rolls his eyes. Takes his tea back to the bar. How thoughtful! He's even excusing himself through the pushes and gropes. Typical.

Then he comes back. Why?

"Any luck, loverboy?"

"I don't suppose he's already left."

He didn't even bother hiding the jealousy. "Hakkai... Don't make me shoot you. I don't feel like dealing withal pack of hysterical women, tonight."

Then the lights go low. The screams commence. Oh, Buddha. Aren't you glad you don't have to hear this on a daily basis? You'd better go get yourself another beer. But wait. There's a spotlight on that rinky dink stage. And the music. Pounding, pounding loud music.

"Oh, dear."

There is a woman, dressed in those lacy things, red lacy things, wearing those high heeled shoes and she's pulling a leash. A man is connected to it. Crawling in their knees. Disgusting. A man with long hair. He reminds you of a certain slave to lust. Does that make you feel superior, Genjo Sanzo? Better than that fool up there?


The spotlight is on him. Wait. You know him. Know that damned red hair and that long, lanky body. You'd know it anywhere. And when he tugs on the leash, when he stands up, when he pulls the woman into his arms and moves in time with her, you say his name like the curse it is.

"Gojyo!"

She walks offstage. The real show begins.

You are a rational man. Trained to focus the mind away from the distractions of the flesh. To ignore the pull of lust, unlike that idiot up there. There is nothing rational about this. About him. The way in which he is willing to make a whore of himself. You two are watching that stupid kappa gyrate and grind in time to the music, for the louder female catcalls. Watching him. Can't take your eyes off him as that tattered old leather jacket slides over his shoulder. As that glossy red hair flies in the air. As he wraps his long, lean leg around that pole and spins.

Upside down.

"Dear... God..." Hakksi sounds like he is about to faint.

"Has nothing to do with God." Nothing that erotic can be good. You light the wrong end of a cigarette and curse.

And suddenly he's crawling toward the money waiving his way. Crawling again, like the disgusting whore he is. A beautiful, sexy whore, tossing his hair back as he sits up. Licking his lips as he has his fingers curled in his belt loops. And he's pulling his pants down. Slowly as he lifts his hips. And those bills are being stuffed down there.

"I knew he was up to no good...." You barely feel the rage pouring rolling out of Hakkai. But it's there. And something else, too. Something you recognize because it's something shared.

You knew he was dangerous, always knew it. All that raw energy. All that freedom. All that.... body and sheer sexual... danger. Hell, you can feel it all the way in the back of this run down shack of a bar. If you were even slightly honest you'd acknowledge you felt it all along. But even self deception can't preserve you from this feeling now.

You're being seduced, Genjo Sanzo.

Seduced by the sheer beautiful, free bastard who can exploit that beauty and freedom. And smile as he does it. He lets them touch him and he doesn't care. He moves away and hooks his ankle on the pole again. The pants slide off. He's letting anonymous hands pull them lower. He still doesn't care. Oh, fuck. He turns around. He pulls down those black shorts, just enough to make them scream. To make you dream. And it's all you can do, isn't it? Dream while he lives the dream up there. That beautiful pervert. Oh, fuck. What does it feel like to be like that? Wait-

"That does it!" Hakkai is storming towards the stage. Ready to do Buddha-knows-what to any fool woman in his way. Yes, he is. Don't be a fool, yourself, Sanzo. The body posture alone says so. And the last thing you need is a problem. Not now. Not with a hoard of derranged, hormonal women.

Grab his collar. Yes. Like that. Take your eyes off the stage for just a second. Come on! You can do it. Ignore the way that kappa is grinding up against the pole. Okay. Just look for a moment. Hakkai's looking too, stunned and gasping. It could be the barrel or the show. Whichever. Shove him through the crowd. Away from the crowd.

He's resisting, just a little. Push the tip into his back and knee his thighs forward. Constant nudging. Nevermind the hard-on. He's too forgone to care and you shouldn't either.

You make him go through the back door near the restrooms. That third choice leading out and away from the madness. Into the back alley.

"I'm so ashamed-"

Shame? Shame!? "Fuck your shame!" And you shove him against the brick wall. Catch his mouth as he gasps. You don't need his shame. He owes you more than that. You've been seduced, and now you demand more. Your bodies collide in sweet shock. Hands. Hands are everywhere. Fisting hair. Shoving clothes, tearing clothes.

"Fuck me," Hakkai begs between gulps of air. "Just fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

You grind against him. Just like Gojyo, fucking stupid, beautiful Gojyo. Oh- you like the way it feels, don't you? Sloppy and hard and franticly free. Just like him. And you do it again and again. Making Hakkai moan and beg and whimper and claw. He'll leave marks and you don't care anymore. You're pumping in time to the music. You're free. Finally.

You're free.

Free to bite when he scratches. To growl when he moans. To rake your hands down his pants and take what he's giving. What was all for the pervert. It's yours, now. His body. His desire. Take it.

That's right. Fall to your knees, Genjo Sanzo. Worship. You don't know how but you will learn, won't you? Look up as remember the face if desire. He's panting. He's biting his palm. He's gusting your hair. He's shoving his cock into your mouth. This, this is Hakkai. Affable, thoughful Hakkai. He's tranformed by this freedom. And he's fucking your face.

"Oh, Sanzo! Like that! Yeah!" He's shaking. Groaning. Pivoting his hips and making you gag. And you don't care. Don't care because on your knees you feel more powerful than you ever felt before in your life. You think you are mastering this freedom.

Suddenly you hear footsteps from behind the door. You scramble up just in time to turn away as it opens.

"Wooo-hooo! Better'n poker!" That voice. That pervert. He's here. Laughing, counting his money. "Hey, you guys. I saw you two running out just when it was gettin' good! Whassa matter? Was I too much for ya?"

Hakkai gives you a look. The same one you saw on your knees. And you nod. Then you both slam him up against the wall.

Welcome to freedom, Genjo Sanzo. The world might never recover.