Christmas Spirits

Title: Christmas Spirits
Author: TemptingPing
Summary: The guys take their relationship into the daylight and Goku’s running the show.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): SxGxGxH
Feedback: desired.
Characters: The Sanzo party from Kazuya Minekura’s Saiyuki
Betas: None and could use one
Author’s notes: The bond between these characters is tight and they all seen to complete each other. There was a situation in the manga where Hakkai and Sanzo talk about Gojyo as “theirs”, and it seemed very possessive. I always see these guys in a loose foursome, partners changing as the mood and need takes them.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and am not making any money off of this story.


Christmas Spirits


Sanzo shifted in the darkened room, he could see nothing. He tugged at his wrists and tried to free himself. He had a brief moment of panic and then he caught familiar scent of smoke and alcohol. He was splayed out on the bed naked for any who cared to watch. The thought oddly thrilled him.

Damn it, not this again. He ground his teeth, the noise loud in the silence. He knew he would not be free until they were all finished with him. The uptight priest who always got his way vanished in the darkness leaving the man whom none could touch. He should have dealt with this better the first time it happened. Instead he ignored it, trying not to think about it too much and to suppress the hot memories.

He felt a presence and a weight sagging the edge of the bed next to him. A finger traced a path from his chest to his groin and stirred through the springy mass there as one would stir a pot teasing to see what rose to the surface. As bidden his cock sprang erect and he surrendered to the inevitable.

He had no idea who else was in the room, the silence and lack of knowing made it easier for him to forget and just let it happen. He could hear the rustling of clothes being removed and the soft slide of other bodies brushing together. He became even more aroused at the thought of soon hearing the grunts and groans of someone else’s coupling as he was also being taken.

A soft pair of lips traced his, teasing and wanting entrance into his mouth. So this was the first one, he would have three visitors tonight each bringing their own form of revelation.

The tongue tangled with his and he gasped at the slick feel of it exploring his mouth. It tormented and teased him plunging into his depths and wringing a soft moan from him. He arched up into the contact wanting and needing to feel more. Fingers tangled in his hair pulling his head tightly into the kiss, Sanzo surrendered to the insistent tongue and lips slanting across his.

Finally the kiss ended and he dropped his head back onto the pillow panting slightly. Hands massaged down his body and over each foot. He relaxed into the strong fingers with a groan of delight. His tense body unknotting allowing pleasure to sing along tight nerves.

They worked over his foot and up his leg. His body was becoming completely limp with the heavenly feel of hands working over his flesh. The hands moved up his thighs stroking the smooth inner skin. He tensed as the fingers neared his portal, but they passed by without touching and he relaxed in disappointment. That was something he had not experienced the first time and he found that he was…curious.

Sanzo shifted restlessly trying unsuccessfully to repress the memories of the last time this had happened. He found that he wanted to recapture that feeling that he got when he was rock hard and thrusting blindly into a welcoming heat. He needed it and he abruptly decided to stop pretending to himself. He acknowledged that this was the only time he truly felt alive. He opened his month to speak and was silenced with hard lips kissing him senseless. That’s what always happened if he tried to talk.

Sanzo moaned and arched off the bed as a hot mouth surrounded his cock and began to suck enthusiastically. Small-excited growls accompanied the wicked little tongue as it swept its way around his head. Sanzo felt like he was being devoured as a tasty treat.

The tongue slowed and explored his slit before licking all the way to his balls and up again. He shuddered feeling a heat flash through him making him sweat and cry for more. Whoever was so enthusiastically sucking on him appeared to also be enjoying the proceedings. He could feel a hard cock pressed against his leg and thrusting rhythmically.

Tantalizing noses played counterpoint to the tongue flicking over his balls. Wet noises and soft moans teased him in the background. When his heard a breath catch and release with a loud grunt he almost climaxed.

He was so close, his pleasure hung before him like a shimmering light. Sanzo felt that he met Buddha followed him to nirvana. The image shattered in a rain of gold as his seed pulsed into a greedy mouth that swallowed him eagerly. It brought him to a state of being where he just floated, totally relaxed his mind empty.

The relaxed state didn’t last long as the slender form who had just swallowed his seed turned to lie back with his head on Sanzo’s stomach. He was using Sanzo as a damn mattress. Sanzo could feel the unmistakable motions of someone fucking the individual lying on him. The animalistic grunts and heaviness of the thrusts pushed the slender body into him. He could feel short hair brushing his groin.

The friction of someone being fucked almost on top of him brought him to hardness again. He growled when the two lovers climaxed and rolled off him. A slick hand stroked his hard length and someone chuckled. He heard sloppy wet kisses and more laughter.

The fingers continued to tease his cock; Sanzo couldn’t help thrusting up into the tight grip surrounding him. Sanzo felt a puff of warm breath on his portal, the act stunned him. He had no idea how someone could have gotten into such an intimate position without his being aware of their intention. His legs were pushed apart and a hard thrusting tongue invaded him, it plundered his depths mercilessly inflicting pleasure that made him see flashes of white.

Sanzo pulled against the ropes holding him, his voice rose to an almost scream. His cock was throbbing, needing to be touched. Then the pleasurable torment stopped, the tongue withdrew. He growled in annoyance, thrusting his hips up seeking relief and any kind of contact.

Slender thighs straddled him; a hot channel eased down and surrounded him. He sobbed as he pushed up into tight depths. Hands gripped his shoulders as the one that rode him took control and began thrusting at a hard fast pace. The world should end now, he decided, everything was so perfect. This was not something one could experience alone. No matter how much he wanted to rely totally on himself, he had to admit that he did need other people.

Without the others there would be no sense of purpose. He took on this mission to bring the world back into balance. But he found that when things got difficult it was his companions that helped him to go on. They provided a real, everyday in your face reason to continue the journey.

No matter how hard he tried, he would never be truly alone, and at this moment with slender hips pumping up and down on his shaft; he decide he was okay with that. Thighs tightened around his waist and Sanzo heard a sharp cry, almost like the sound of a bird. Hands gripped painfully into his chest as the form surrounding his cock shuddered in release. Warm fluid pumped onto his chest.

Sanzo growled again in frustration, he had been so close to his release and now the other was gone! He wasn’t going to beg, he kept repeating that over and over in his mind. Oh god, he felt something crack inside his heart. He shifted restlessly on the bed, the room felt so empty. He needed them back, it couldn’t end like this! They couldn’t just leave him!

Lips brushed gently across his and he deepened the kiss out of relieved desperation. Fingers played down his body, touching and toying with him. His nerves sang responding to the touch of a master.

Other hands moved across him, easing his thighs apart. Playing over and in his portal. Large hands gripped his legs pulling them up. A hard body braced itself over him.

He was being fucked. Legs over the shoulders, balls to your ass fucked. This was a new experience but one that he wanted. The cock slowly entered him and began to thrust firmly. The movements weren’t hard enough and he pushed back against the stiff length. He wanted it harder and faster; he wanted to be filled to completion.

He climaxed hard, clenching muscles tightening around the stiff cock pounding into him. He felt it pulse, filling his channel. The form above him shuddering and moaning deeply. A forehead briefly rested on his, smooth skin rubbing against his cheek. Long hair brushed his chest, causing his sensitized skin to twitch.

Sanzo’s last blinding revelation of the night came quietly, he loved this-a lot. He wanted this to happen again and again. It was like the wheel of life-a quickening, a glorious thrill and then a release. Birth, life, and death all played out within a short time. His body was relaxed and satiated. His companions had more than proven they could handle this, each other, and the demons they fought. He should have trusted them and not have worried.

The first time this had happened was a month ago. He had been waiting alone in his room. His mood was even more surly than usual. He had been tense, his body and mind drawn so tautly that he was wearing himself out. Something was going on with his companions, but he wasn’t really sure what. The jokes and teasing continued as normal but when things got too tense, usually by the middle of the week; they would all disappear for some “bonding”. They always returned in a better frame of mind.

He had paced his room in frustration. They had to be fucking. There was no other explanation. Flashes of just what that entailed flitted through his mind sending a tingling jolt all the way to his toes. He didn’t need that shit; all he wanted was to be left alone. But a thought kept circling through his head, why didn’t they ask him to be part of whatever it was they were doing? Not that he’d agree, but it would have been nice to be asked.

Sanzo continued his restless pacing and for once the paper and his cigarettes held no appeal. Suddenly he was jerked back against a well-muscled chest, a sinewy arm holding his head tipped back and immobile. How the hell did someone sneak up on him like that? The familiar tang of cinnamon and Hi-Lites drifted over him and mixing with sharp mint.

He struggled as a blindfold slipped over his eyes and a gag stopped the curses from leaving his mouth. The strong arms held him tightly writhing against the length of a rapidly hardening cock. Sanzo relaxed as ropes tighten on each wrist.

They flipped him on the bed and tied the ropes off leaving him vulnerable and exposed. He pulled on his bindings; they were strong enough to give him the illusion of capture. At least they understood that in this he needed to be contained. Controlled. At last he was able to let go and allow others to be responsible for his pleasure.

They removed his blindfold and gag. The room was completely dark, leaving him alert to the slightest noise or scent. Familiar mummers and the different scents of his companions teased at him. He growled as fingers lightly quested up his leg. Now was his chance to say “no”, if he did they would let him go. He said nothing, and was not sure why when his mind kept telling him that he didn’t need this. Then a warm tongue lightly swirled over his cock and his brain shut down completely.

They seemed to know more than he did what he needed. It had taken him a while to settle down and leave his pride behind enough to enjoy what was happening to him. They had been very gentle with him, soft tongues and fingers bringing pleasure. That time he hadn’t understood what he wanted, what his body craved.

Afterwards, when they had gone he had felt good. So good in fact that he spent a trouble free night, awaking very refreshed. He had actually forgotten or repressed the memories of what happened the night before. He had gone down to breakfast and faced the usual squabbling with his normal grumpiness. When he did remember it was with a shattering and sudden icy clarity that he had no idea how to handle. So he refused to face it or talk about what they had all done together.

But it was as if something had been reset in him and he couldn’t deny that he felt better and was thinking clearer. He hid behind the anonymity of the night and said nothing to the faces that occasionally glanced questioningly at him. They all seemed relieved and all went on as before only better.

Now, strong hands undid the ropes and Sanzo was released. He found the sudden lack of support caused his arms to drop lifeless to the bed. Pairs of hands rubbed soothingly along his shoulders.

He really liked this but he was not going to let his enjoyment of sex dominate him. He was his own master and in control, no weak needs for release or to be held were going to dictate his actions. Just this one time; however he would indulge himself. He would revel in the closeness and the connection he felt to his companions, maybe then they wouldn’t be so…annoying.

They gave to him and asked nothing of him in return. He knew they got pleasure from him as well; the evidence was leaking from his body and staining the sheets now. This one time he wanted to give something back to them, so that they knew that he did understand and appreciate the risks they took.

They put up with his curtness and moodiness every damn day. He always wondered what kept them sane and maybe all this time this was how they had been coping. Their situation wasn’t even close to normal and they had no on else to rely on except each other. No one else could understand the bond they shared.

He grabbed the thigh before it could retreat and pulled the body back down onto the bed to lie next to him. Hair brushed his chest as the heavier weight settled against his side. Fingers lightly toyed with his nipple in question.

Someone slid against his other side and another lighter frame draped itself to sprawl across them all. Sanzo thought they probably looked like a fucking pack of wolves all tangled together. It was ridiculous that they thought he wouldn’t know them in the darkness, of course his companions could probably see well enough with their better vision. The darkness had made it easier for him to face them in the morning.

Sanzo would need that distance then as much as he needed this closeness now. He allowed himself to step away, for a brief moment, from the guilt, responsibilities, and pressure that he assumed every time the sutra swirled over his shoulders as he dressed.

Sanzo heard the strike of a match and smelled the tobacco as it neared his lips. He grasped the cigarette unerringly and took a long drag. His hand stroked a smooth muscled shoulder in silent thanks. His let his other hand and fingers play down the lean back lying on top of him. Shivers and a small moan followed his teasing fingers. Another hand joined his, fingers intertwining as both hands quested down a hard flank to palm a firm ass.

Tonight he would give; it was the season after all. This was just the beginning; it was all about cock and ass tonight. Someone’s ass was very shortly going to be his again. Taking and being taken, he wanted it all. Sanzo smiled in the darkness, sure that his companions would enjoy being part of a pile of writhing bodies taking and giving pleasure. He felt a cock rub against his own in a bold caress. Sanzo soothed down a tense back and stroked firm fingers in the portal offered with a wiggle under his hand. He promised fulfillment, just not yet. He was playing now, toying with passion and letting the need build and stretch almost to the point of pain.

“You know why Christmas is special?” Sanzo drawled in the darkness to no one in particular. “It’s because it only happens once a year…merry fucking Christmas.”

After a long silence a small voice chirped up, “What about other holidays?” The tone was only slightly whining at the thought of never doing this again.

This was followed by a deeper voice, “Yeah, birthdays too, man.”

“Then there is always the regular Wednesday night fuck.” Softly reasonable, soothing the rising tempers the last voice spoke right by his ear, a puff of warmth that blew all the way into Sanzo’s soul.

“Oh, well of course!” The other voices all amicably agreed as bodies shifted and hands continued to wander.

Thwack! Sanzo’s fan provided a stinging final punctuation on the whole conversation. Sometimes things were just better without words.

“Che!” Sanzo snorted, grudgingly acknowledging that the bond between them tightened again and that he was also snared. In that same way a single bead on a string of prayer beads completed a circle that held past, present and future- forever linked. So that was the deal about Wednesdays hmmm….