Saiyuki Serial:Beautifully Broken Evolution

Author’s Note: None of the lovelies of Saiyuki belong to me and all rights apply to the fantastic creators who do own them. I don’t make anything off this but my own perverted gratification. If they did belong to me, they’d be doing a hell of a lot more of this kind of stuff on a regular basis. I am such a sick and evil little puppy.

My smut demon insisted on this piece. This takes place after Gunning For Sex. I don’t know if there will be more in this vein. I’ll let you, as readers, decide. Leave me reviews (good or bad) and let me know if you want more.


Pleasure Bound


I was going to kill Goyjo.

I had thought he still had a few brain cells left in his head that had avoided death by alcohol poisoning, but apparently I thought wrong. Even since that one night together, he had been doing everything in his power to seduce me. When he said he’d keep our roll between the sheets between us if he got to do me again, I assumed he meant for that night only. I assumed wrong. I don’t know why he wanted me. I wasn’t encouraging him. Maybe it was the challenge of having what was being denied him. I was being a complete prick to him, if I was being honest. Why he persisted in tempting me, I don’t know. It wasn’t like he was wanting for a willing partner of either sex.

He knew how to work his body to make you want to throw him down and fuck him hard. And I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to dominate him for pushing this arousal on me and he fucking knew it. He was using my own needs to goad me into inviting him into my bed again. He knew better than to just show up there. While I know he thought the gun play had been kinky during sex, I was sure he wasn’t keen on the idea of having it pulled on him in a serious “I’m-going-to-blow-your-fucking-brains-out” kind of way.

Goyjo had started to walk with a sexy little sway to his hips whenever he knew I was watching him; which was becoming more and more often. Every time he lit a smoke, he’d catch my eye and suck seductively on it, forcing me to remember how good it had felt to have his lips wrapped around my cock.

Then there were the little touches that were there but not there. Neither Hakkai nor Goku saw them. He was too quick and subtle for that. But I felt them. Whispers of his fingers on the back of my neck. Butterfly light touches on the small of my back. Lingering touches over the back of my hand when he mooched smokes off me. I don’t know why I was putting up with it. I should have just shot him and gotten it over with. But that wouldn’t get rid of the lust he had stirred in me. Masturbation didn’t help for long and taking a nameless stranger to bed didn’t excite me. Goyjo was both the cause and the cure of my sexual torment.

He was smarter than people gave him credit for. He knew that just approaching me wouldn’t accomplish anything except maybe an extra hole blown into his skull. So he played this little game of tease, arouse and retreat. He always stepped back with a little knowing smile just when I was ready to shoot him for his invasion of my personal space. It was really starting to annoy the crap out of me.

His little campaign of arousal and seduction was working; and he damn well knew it. Any move I made to satisfy this lust would be to admit defeat and surrender to his not so inconsiderable charms. That pissed me off and made me surlier than usual; which was saying something. Even Goku and Hakkai had started to comment on my mood and wonder at its cause. I was distracted from my lustful thoughts of Goyjo by the lap of waves against my chest when he moved around in the hot spring.

“Ah, these mineral springs do wonders for a sore body,” Goyjo groaned as he slipped a little lower in the water.

I glared at him before pointedly ignored him. The erection stirring to life in my lap from the low, pleasure filled groan Goyjo made wasn’t so easy to dismiss. How the hell was he able to do this to me? He wasn’t even touching me. I don’t think he was even trying to arouse me this time. Was it because I had let him fuck me? Was it some kind of weird demonic power he possessed that made you constantly want him after just one night? It would sure as hell explain a lot.

Hakkai sighed in bliss as he leaned his head against the ledge of the pool and closed his eyes. Goku looked like he wanted to start a water fight with Goyjo but a low snarl from me quickly chased that thought from his head. I wanted to get up and leave but as soon as I stood, it would be obvious that I was aroused. There were a limited number of reasons for my arousal and I knew Hakkai was smart enough to put two and two together and come up with Goyjo. Hakkai would probably pretend not to notice. He was considerate that way. Goku, being who he was, would make some kind of innocent comment. Goyjo would notice and satisfaction would shine from those ruby red eyes of his. I wasn’t about to give him that.

I sunk a little lower in the hot water, grateful that the minerals in the water made it nearly impossible to see below the surface. I had sprung for the extra charge of the hot spring pools because I was sore from sleeping outdoors the past two weeks. I swear that it was some kind of test of the Gods that I had every sharp pebble on the planet under my bedroll poking me and bruising me. It had absolutely nothing to do with the erotic story Goyjo had told about screwing some chick in a hot spring. I gave a soft little sigh as I felt the ache of the bruises being soothed away by the heat of the water, forgetting for an instant that Goyjo was in the pool with me.

“This feels so fucking good. Thanks for springing for this Sanzo,” Goyjo purred, very close to me.

I cracked my eyes open, wondering when I had closed them. Goyjo was sitting next to me, his arm stretched out behind my head. I could feel the heat of his skin on the back of my neck and the long length of his leg brushing every so often against mine under the cover of the murky water. The ends of his fiery hair floated in the water and several strands clung to the damp skin of my shoulder. I couldn’t completely suppress the shiver of delight that caused. Goyjo saw it and let a seductive smile spread across his face as desire flashed to life in his eyes.

“This feels almost as good as fucking you,” Goyjo murmured, loud enough for my ears alone.

I really would have shot him right then and there if I’d had my gun with me. Screw the explanation I would have had to give Hakkai and Goku; it would have been satisfying as hell. Never mind the fact that I had to grudgingly agree with him. The hot water did feel great but sex with Goyjo beat it hands down. Not that I’d ever say that to the pervy kappa. I had to leave the pool before I did something stupid. Like whip Goyjo around and fuck him hard against the edge of the pool. I stifled a groan at that mental image. Thoughts like that really weren’t helping to get rid of the erection I had. Not to mention giving me ideas better not thought of. This was all Goyjo’s fault and his damn demon induced lust.

“I’m going to kill you,” I hissed at Goyjo as I tried to will my erection away.

“Maybe, but not before I screw you again. I said I’d keep quiet if I got to do you again. Guess what? I want to do you again. I know you want it too,” Goyjo said softly as he dropped his hand into the water and closed his fist around my dick. He gave it a few slow strokes that made me unwillingly thrust into his hand. Fuck it felt good.

I closed my eyes at the exquisite feel of something that I wanted so badly but was going to deny myself. I didn’t need this. I didn’t need Goyjo. I didn’t need anything from anyone; especially a perverted water sprite like him. I felt a moan working its way up my throat at the gentle pressure and sure grip of Goyjo on my cock. My eyes snapped open when Goku loudly wondered what kind of meals the inn had and began complaining of being hungry.

For a few precious seconds I had forgotten that I was sharing the pool with Hakkai and Goku as well as the over-sexed cockroach. Anger at his nervy actions in front of Hakkai and Goku made me snarl at him and dunk his head under water. I held him under, letting him flail around for a few seconds before releasing him and using his splashing and sputtering to cover my escape from the pool with a raging hard on.

I whipped a towel around my waist with my back to the surprised group in the pool before stalking from the bathing room without a word. I heard Goku ask what had happened and why I was leaving. When Goyjo said that I was just frustrated and he’d take care of the problem later; I made up my mind to teach the cockroach a lesson for daring to say what he did to Hakkai and Goku.

I dried off and dressed in my room, pissed that I had barely gotten to use the warmth of the pool to ease some of the stiffness from my body. Goyjo was going to pay for that too. I would still be soaking if he hadn’t come so close to me; hadn’t aroused me; hadn’t touched me like I was starting to crave. God damn that over-sexed red-head and his contagious lust.

How was I going to make Goyjo understand he couldn’t keep teasing and arousing me like he’d been doing? I suppose I could follow through and shoot him, but that would make this whole journey west even harder to accomplish if we were down a man. He may have been acting like a total pain in the ass, but he was an excellent fighter and needed on this journey. It had to be something that would discourage him from touching me and invading my space whenever the hell he could get away with it. I smoothed the maten Scripture over my chest as I thought. My fingers stilled as a truly twisted idea occurred to me. I smiled evilly to myself and settled down to prepare for Goyjo’s arrival.

The wait was longer than I anticipated but the extra time had been beneficial. I was more than prepared to dish out my own brand of punishment to Goyjo. He sauntered through the door of my room wearing only a low slung towel and a smile. Perfect. He turned up the wattage on one of his sexiest smiles. It annoyed the hell out of me when heat pooled low in my belly from it. Goyjo was so going to pay for pushing me to this state.

“Feeling a little sexual frustration Sanzo? I can help with that since I guess it’s my fault you’re feeling that way,” Goyjo said as he closed and locked the door.

My thoughts exactly; it was his fault. I held Goyjo’s eyes as I began chanting the last few phrases to release the power of the Scripture. Goyjo’s eyes widened and he tried to turn, realizing too late that I had been pushed past my limits. The Scripture unfurled and streamers of it wrapped around Goyjo. His arms were stretched over his head and his legs spread. The loosely wrapped towel fell to the ground exposing him to me. He was held tight by the Scripture but not hurt…yet.

“Sanzo? What the fuck?”

“Did you really think that I’d let you get away with all the crap you’ve been pulling over the past few weeks? What you just pulled in the hot spring in front of Hakkai and Goku? What gives you the right to touch me?” I asked as the anger I was feeling at being aroused against my will burned through me.

“I said I’d keep what happened between us a secret as long as I got to do you again. You agreed. I haven’t told anyone. I’ve kept my end of the deal; I want you to keep yours. I want to do you again and judging from the rod you had in the hot spring, you feel the same. What the fuck is your problem Sanzo?”

“You already did do me again. Twice more that night, if I recall. What made you think there would be anything beyond that one night?”

Goyjo stared at me in surprise. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. We both know that was the best screw of your life. Why would you deny yourself the pleasure of doing it again? Are you afraid of liking it too much Sanzo?” he taunted.

I didn’t plan to hit him. I was just going to trap him in the Scripture and make him think I was going to either kill him or seriously hurt him to get him to stop his little war of seduction that he was winning against me. But that last comment of his hit a little too close to home. I backhanded him across the face hard enough to make his head rock. Goyjo brought his head around and opened his mouth to curse me out. He must have seen something in my expression because he closed his mouth without saying anything and let a slow smirk build on his lips.

“You wanna play like that do you? Okay, I get it. You coulda told me though. Don’t hit the face again; too hard to hide the marks. Keep the hits below the neck.”

I stared at him uncomprehendingly. When the meaning of his words penetrated my brain, anger took over followed by a little chaser of arousal. I concentrated on the anger and ignored the arousal as best as I could. After three weeks of ignoring the lust Goyjo stirred in me, I was getting pretty good at it. It was much harder though, when the one I wanted was naked right in front of me and getting an erection. I reminded myself why Goyjo was bound in the Scripture and felt a little more in control of myself. Time to make Goyjo aware of just how pissed I was.

A brief thought had the Scripture tighten around his bound limbs and pull them to the point where Goyjo knew dislocation of the joints was a real possibility. He gasped at the pain and a hint of uncertainty flared in his eyes. Good.

“I don’t like being a slave to the desire you manage to drag from me when I don’t want it. I let you into my bed because I was horny and I wanted to know if the hype really lived up to the reality of having Sha Goyjo fuck you into the mattress,” I said in a low voice as I circled around Goyjo’s bound form.

“It did didn’t it?” Goyjo said through his teeth as he tried not to struggle against the Scripture holding him so painfully.

“You’re an excellent cock sucker and you scratched my itch beautifully. But it wasn’t to be a continuing thing,” I said as I stood in front of him again and tapped the fan I had picked up against my jean clad thigh.

“Why not? We’re consenting adults. Couldn’t be because you have any hang ups about doing men. You were stone cold sober when you jumped me,” Goyjo said as he tilted his head to the side and studied me; ignoring the fact the he was being restrained by my control of the Scripture.

“You did like it too much. That’s not a crime Sanzo. Considering what we’re facing on this journey, we should grab every chance we have to feel pleasure. Who knows when it’ll be the last time we do?”

My arm was swinging down with the fan before I thought about it. It caught Goyjo across the chest, the edge of the fan grazing a nipple. Goyjo’s muscles tightened for a brief moment before going slack against the hold of the Scripture. Colour rushed into his cheeks and a funny little sound worked its way from his throat. If I hadn’t been so focused on him, I would have missed the quietly drawn out ‘yes’ of pleasure as he closed his eyes.

Surprise made me step back from him and take a good look at him bound in the Scripture. His chest bore a small red welt where I had hit him with the fan. His breathing was coming a little faster than normal. His eyes, when he opened them, had turned bright with sudden desire. His cock was now fully hard. He licked his lips and flicked his eyes to the fan I held.

“I knew you were a kinky sex fiend after that first time with the gun. I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you that I really like this kind of shit. It’s nice to know you share my dirty little eroticisms. I don’t get to do it often. I don’t trust somebody to have me tied up at their mercy and not kill me; especially since we started this journey. But I trust you Sanzo. You’ll hurt me, but it will be the kind of hurt I like. Will you continue? Do I have to beg you for it?” Goyjo asked in a heavy, wanting voice.

I felt my semi-erect cock harden further at both the picture Goyjo presented and from the words he spoke. I hadn’t expected having him bound like he was would arouse me. Truthfully, it had never occurred to me that it would. I never considered he might like the bondage; that it would arouse him. I had never had somebody restrained for my pleasure. The more I thought about it, the more lust surged through my system. Goyjo could tell how aroused I was becoming. His eyes caressed the bulge in the front of my jeans and he licked his lips in anticipation while he strained against the Scripture, trying to thrust his hips.

Watching him struggle against his bonds thrilled me in some dark part of my soul. I made the decision to have him again like this; bound for my pleasure. I knew I could be a prick, but no matter how pissed I was at Goyjo for arousing me when I didn’t want to be, I believed that sex should be pleasurable for all the parties involved. Since Goyjo seemed to like the idea every bit as much as me, it confirmed my decision. Every time he struggled against the Scripture, I had to concentrate to maintain a constant pressure. I didn’t want to kill him, especially now that I had decided to have him. I hit him as hard as I could with my fan across the ribs.

“Stop struggling. If I loose control, you’ll be ripped apart,” I warned as I frowned in concentration.

Goyjo moaned in pleasure from the strike. “If you’re not going to kill me, then…”

“I’m going to fuck you.”

Goyjo groaned and his cock twitched. His eyes locked on the fan I still tapped against my thigh as I tried to decide how I wanted to have him. Flat on his back tied to the bed or simply bent over waiting for me to pound into his ass. Both ideas had appeal and I wondered what was stopping me from doing both. It certainly wasn’t going to be Goyjo.

“You gonna hit me again with your fan Sanzo?” Goyjo asked in a husky tone.

“Does it matter if I do?” I asked, only paying half attention as I tried to remember where I had put that lube we used last time.

“I’d like it better if you did. I think you’d like it too. Wouldn’t you like to take that fan to my ass and swat it until it turned cherry red? Get a little of your own back for me arousing you when you didn’t want to be?” he asked in a low, sultry voice.

That got my attention. It sounded like a damn fine idea. Goyjo wasn’t kidding when he said he liked kink. He was a complete pervert and I had the pleasure of having him at my mercy. I moved around to stand behind him and ran my hand lightly over the firm globes of his ass. He remained perfectly still under my touch. The only way I knew I was affecting him was from the little panting breaths he was taking. I drew back my arm and brought the fan down on his exposed ass with as much force as I could.

Goyjo jerked against the Scripture. It was a reflexive action as there was no protest from him to my hitting him with the fan. He, in fact, groaned softly with need. I began to lay forceful swats across his ass and thighs with the fan. He jerked and twitched but never once told me to stop. By the time his ass and thighs were a bright red; he was panting in excitement and pushing back towards me in a subtle demand for more. I walked back around to face him and let my gaze trail over his body.

His face was flushed and desire shone in his eyes. His nipples were stiff and his cock was leaking pre-come. I brushed the fan over his belly and between his thighs, rubbing it against his balls. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. Goyjo jerked his hips against the fan, trying for some friction. I moved the fan away from his balls and gave him a light swat on his cock with it.

“Hey!” Goyjo yelped as his eyes flew open.

“I said to stop struggling. You got a problem doing what I tell you to?”

“Fuck no, but you could warn a guy.”

“You didn’t like that?” I asked, wondering if I had pushed past a point Goyjo wasn’t willing to go.

“I didn’t say that,” Goyjo replied as he eyed the fan with a mix of wariness and interest.

I smirked at him, relieved. I didn’t want this kinky little encounter to end before I got to fuck him. I couldn’t hold him with the Scripture much longer. I was either going to have to let him go or let the Scripture rip him apart. I still wanted him so I was going to have to restrain him some other way. Using the Scripture, I tossed him none too gently onto the bed and picked up my sash. I wound it around his wrists and tied them to the bed. I left his legs free. He wasn’t going to try and kick me. He wanted this even more than I did. I released him from the Scripture and sat on the edge of the bed, taking a moment to rest from the mental strain of holding Goyjo so long without harm in the Scripture.

“You got any objections to me fucking you hard? Not that it really matters what you want right now.”

Goyjo growled low and pressed his hip against my jean clad leg. The fan descended on his thigh.

“Stop squirming.”

“Use your hand Sanzo. I want to feel your skin against mine,” Goyjo pleaded softly.

“You’re not really in any position to make demands Goyjo,” I said with a frown, aroused even further at the idea of using my hands on his ass.

Goyjo twisted to his side and curled his legs up, baring his reddened ass to me. He looked over his shoulder at me and the lust shining from his eyes almost stole my breath away. He was enjoying this much more than I thought he would and that knowledge was spiking my want even higher.

“Is this a better position then? Am I being too lippy? Maybe you had better spank me.”

My hand itched to do just that. The little wriggle he gave clinched it. I pushed him over onto his belly and kept one hand on the small of his back as the other rained a succession of stinging blows to his already red ass. Goyjo gasped in pained delight from every hard blow and began to murmur pleas for harder and more. I only stopped when my own hand began to burn from the number and force of the blows.

I was amazed at the punishment he seemed able to take. I knew he was half demon but I had never really thought about what that meant. His body could take much more physical damage than a human before giving out and he’d heal faster too. He was perfectly designed for this dark kink; he knew it and revelled in it.

I backed away from him and shucked my jeans. I was hard and ready for Goyjo. He lay on his stomach, his hips making little circular motions into the mattress. I rooted around in my bag and finally found the tube of lube. The pain of the spanking was appreciated by Goyjo but I didn’t think sex without lube would be quite so well received regardless of fast healing times or higher pain thresholds.

I uncapped the tube and squeezed out a generous amount. I stroked it over my cock while watching Goyjo move restlessly on the bed. I pulled him onto his back and stared at his cock, wondering for the first time, what it would be like to take it into my mouth. Another time perhaps; I was more interested in sliding into him right now. I pushed his legs up to his chest, exposing him. I rubbed lube from my fingers around his hole before stabbing a finger into him.

A sharp cry of surprise and delight slid from Goyjo as I enjoyed the feel of his body clamping down on the intrusion of my finger. He was hot and tight and when I curled my finger inside him to press against his prostate, his muscles squeezed down even harder.

“Sanzo,” he moaned softly as he pressed his hips down, trying to take more into his body to drive his pleasure higher.

I drew my finger back and immediately pressed back in with two. Goyjo moaned louder and a little flutter of his muscles around my fingers made me bite my lip in anticipation of feeling that on my cock. I began to push and twist my fingers inside him, stretching him.

“Touch me Sanzo,” Goyjo pleaded in a whisper as his hips jerked under my hand.

“No. I like it better this way with you wanting relief and not getting any,” I said as I slowly withdrew my fingers and began brushing the head of my cock against him.

“You’re a fucking prick Sanzo,” Goyjo said as he panted and strained under my hands.

“Yeah, I am,” I said as I laid a hard series of slaps on the backs of his thighs for calling me what we both knew was true.

Goyjo gasped and wiggled his hips as he clenched his fists around the sash restraining his hands. His cock was a fierce red with the force of his arousal and it was obviously driving him crazy that I wasn’t touching him or giving him any friction for relief. His little cry of pleasure when the head of my dick slipped inside him made my nipples tighten in response to the power I had over him and his pleasure.

I pushed just the head of my cock in and out of his ass, tormenting both of us. I pressed his thighs to his chest, surprised when he didn’t protest my folding him almost double. Instead, Goyjo groaned in bliss, biting his lip hard enough to make it bled. I stared transfixed at the trickle of blood for a few seconds before leaning forward to lick it from his lips. My leaning forward made my cock slide all the way inside Goyjo in one smooth motion.

“Fuck yes,” Goyjo hissed as his muscles squeezed my cock hard.

I rested my forehead against his and closed my eyes at the feel of being gripped so tightly. My eyes flew open when I felt the rhythmic clenching of his ass. I stared down into lust filled ruby eyes in surprise.

“You didn’t think I was only good at giving did you? I’m an equal opportunity lover. I have all kinds of skills that will blow your mind.”

I felt a little flutter of anticipation in my belly at that. I didn’t doubt that Goyjo had a vast knowledge of bedroom skills. I was suddenly curious to find out what they were. I pressed my lips to Goyjo’s in a hard kiss as I began rough thrusts into his body. A pleased purr vibrated from Goyjo to me. The need to come began to flow through me. I quickened my pace, making Goyjo grunt from the extra force. I pulled my mouth away from Goyjo’s and closed my eyes to concentrate on the feelings of velvet heat grasping my cock.

“That’s it Sanzo. Fuck me hard. Come in my ass. I wanna feel your cock throbbing inside of me,” Goyjo said in a husky, desire filled voice.

I felt my orgasm gathering like a storm; pushed even closer by Goyjo’s words and seductive voice. I moved faster, all the want and need and desire he had built in me over the past few weeks requiring release. I leaned back down for a bruising kiss as I pounded into Goyjo brutally. I heard a muffled keening cry and was surprised to find it came from my own throat. When Goyjo sucked hard on the tongue I pushed into his mouth, the dam burst and my release dragged me under. I moaned long and low into Goyjo’s mouth as my cock spurted in his ass. Goyjo drank down my cry and groaned at the feel of me throbbing in him.

I broke away from his mouth, gasping. My heart thundered in my chest, my breaths were fast and hard and I felt both relaxed and energized at the same time. A quick look down confirmed that Goyjo hadn’t come yet. I frowned at that. He opened heavy lidded eyes and smiled sensuously at me. I had the brief thought that he must be very uncomfortable in his folded position and probably need release as badly as I had. I was about to move off him when he stopped me.

“Don’t move yet. You feel good right where you are.”

My cock gave a twitch at the compliment and Goyjo purred in delight. His next words puzzled me and held me still to see what he would do.

“I almost never do this but I think you’re a special case; so you get the Super-Duper-Deluxe-Goyjo-Special,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Goyjo pulled his head close to his chest and curled himself even tighter. The strained position made his ass clench me hard and a breathy little moan worked its way from me at the feel on my sensitized cock. He watched my eyes as he did what I would have sworn was impossible.

He took the head of his own cock into his mouth and began to suck. I felt blood surge into my semi-hard dick at the sight and watched as the feeling was transmitted to Goyjo. He moaned around the cock in his mouth and began to work himself quickly. I reached down and gripped him at the base of his cock and squeezed. His nostrils flared and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard. I had never seen a more erotic sight in my life. He suddenly pulled back and opened his mouth with a deep groan as he came across his own lips and cheek. His ass gripped me hard and pulled a startled whine from me when I felt a small spurt of come being pulled almost painfully from me.

Goyjo dropped his head back against the pillow with an exhausted sigh. He pushed against me with his stomach muscles to unfold himself from the bent double position I had him in. I moved off him and had to work at not whimpering when my cock left his tight heat. I reached up and untied his arms. When he left them stretched over his head, I looked at him questioningly.

“I can’t feel them anymore. A good top will rub them to get circulation going again,” Goyjo explained patiently.

“And what makes you think I want to be a good top?” I asked as I started to rub his arms anyway.

“Because you liked it just as much as I did and you’ll want to do it again. I’m willing to teach you what you need to know but we’ve got to reach a deal here. When I say I want to do you again Sanzo, I mean on a continuing basis. If you’re really not interested, now is the time to tell me and I swear I’ll leave you the fuck alone.”

I pulled Goyjo’s arms down to rest at his sides, stroking him idly as I considered my options. I did find it exciting to spank Goyjo. I found it arousing to have him bound for my pleasure. Screwing him had been an absolute delight equalled only by the experience of him screwing me. The memory of seeing him suck his own dick was almost enough to bring me to full hardness again. All this combined to make me want to have him again. My decision made, I leaned down to kiss him roughly and tasted his seed on his lips. It excited me all over again and reaffirmed that I had made the right decision.

“What we do never leaves the room we’re in. Outside of the time we spend screwing each other senseless, everything is to stay just like before. No touches like you’ve been pulling on me for the past few weeks. No sly and suggestive comments in front of Hakkai or Goku. You try to grope me just once in front of them and I will kill you. Do we have an agreement?”

Goyjo stared at me for a long moment before nodding his head. He almost looked like he wanted to add something. Instead, he pulled me down on top of him and took my mouth in a gentle kiss. I knew he could feel my surprise and he smiled against my lips.

“As much as I liked you beating my ass and being all aggressive, there are also gentle pleasures you need to be taught Sanzo. Not every encounter has to be about rough sex; not that I’m bitching,” Goyjo hastened to add.

“But I did make a promise to myself that I would slowly explore your body the next time I got to share your bed. I think you’ll like that as much as you liked the rough stuff. Let me show you how good it can feel.”

I reached for the pack of smokes on the bedside table and lit one for both of us. As we smoked, I wondered just what I may have gotten myself into. I had agreed to let the most debauched kappa on the planet in my bed on a regular basis. I must be insane. If I wasn’t going to hell for all the smoking, drinking, gambling and killing I was doing, this was going to send me there for sure.

But what a ride it was going to be.

Author’s note: The scene with Goyjo sucking his own cock is entirely possible. I saw it in a porn movie and it is one of the most erotic things I’ve seen. I filled the visual away for later use and just know a pervert like Goyjo would be able to do something like that.