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.



Wednesday Night



Sanzo leaned back with his paper and tapped his cigarette idly on the edge of the ashtray. The usual lot of beer cans, food cartons, and miscellaneous mess littered the table. He had pushed the litter aside to form a semi-clean spot for his elbow and the ashtray. Sanzo was enjoying the momentary peace and quiet, he knew it wouldn’t last long. Goku kept pacing around the hotel room, moving from the window to circle the table and back again. Neither the monkey nor the water sprite could stay silent for any length of time.



“It’s Wednesday night!” Goku finally exclaimed cheerfully as he peeked out through the blinds shading the hotel window. The sun hadn’t even set yet and only in the most technical terms could it be called “night”.



“So monkey brains? What of it?” Gojyo shot back automatically. He was sitting at the table with his leg propped up, the sole of his foot deliberately facing Sanzo and almost brushing his paper. He never could help stirring up trouble with either the saru or the monk for that matter. He tipped his head back and grimacing took a quick swallow of warm beer.



“I’m gonna fuck Sanzo!” Goku exclaimed.



Gojyo choked spitting beer and coughing, his feet slammed down to the floor. When he could breathe he looked up at Goku from beneath the fall of red silk and then he doubled over laughing. Tears streamed down his face as he clutched his stomach almost falling to the floor. The stunned look on Sanzo’s face was priceless.



“What!” Sanzo dropped his paper and glared at his companions. “Do you want to die?” He snapped at Goku. Up to this point their nocturnal activities had been infrequently conducted, always in the dark and never discussed. He should have known that Goku would break all the rules. Damn monkey!



Sanzo wrenched his attention back to the conversation, pissed off at the turn of events. Gojyo finally managed to catch his balance and return to his chair. He was wiping his eyes and still occasionally snorting in disbelief.



“Oh, that’s a good one! No way man, you’re too short.” Gojyo stated emphatically.



“It’s my turn and what does short have to do with it?”



“It’s the rules.” Gojyo said and Hakkai nodded solemnly. “The top is always taller.”



“Last time I checked it wasn’t Christmas, its not a holiday, or anyone’s birthday so no ones messing with my ass.” Sanzo had enough of the inane conversation and snapped his paper up, a feeble attempt to block out the other three. Now if only he could drown out their voices and go back to his peaceful calm.



“Notice the great Sanzo-sama didn’t say anything about his dick.” Gojyo chuckled and ignored the death glare that shot momentarily from behind the edge of the paper before disappearing.



Goku frowned and softly growled. “It’s Wednesday.” His eyes shimmered with a tiny bit of hurt. He wanted this too badly and he wasn’t about to let things just drop. He really liked making Sanzo feel good and tonight he wanted things to be different with the four of them.



Hakkai returned to his tea and judge the mood of the storm clouds circling the other three over the rim of the cup. Sanzo had never liked facing anything personal or even admitting that he might actually like his traveling companions. He and Gojyo understood this but he knew it was harder on Goku. The monkey was open in his feelings and his approach to sex was no different than his obvious and open love for food.



Goku probably didn’t understand the currents running through Sanzo that led to their arrangement. Basically they left Sanzo brooding in the land of denial, glad only that for a brief couple of hours he could enjoy the pleasures of the flesh and relax.



Gojyo had once told him that no good would come of catering to the monk and in his usual blunt way he was right. Enough was enough, if Hakkai could join the land of the living then so could Sanzo. Hakkai released his pent breath and any sense of caution.



His soothing tones cut across the impending argument. “Okay, so tell us what you’d do, Goku; if you were going to top Sanzo.”



Sanzo hid behind his newspaper, trying to ignore the suddenly slightly husky voice that filled the room.



“Well, first I’d have,” Slightly nervous, Goku glanced at his companions; “Gojyo and Hakkai take their clothes off and have some fun with each other. While I sat behind Sanzo and …”



“You wouldn’t be able to see anything! It’s the height thing.” Gojyo crowed, refusing to acknowledge his growing interest. Up until this point sex had been fairly straightforward. Goku’s velvet voice appealed to his sensual side, as did the picture he painted with his words. For once Gojyo was delighted at the delicious impulse that spurred the monkey on.



“And what?” Hakkai asked, trying to picture the scene in his mind. Goku paused organizing his thoughts as he set his cast and structured the flow of events in his fantasy.



“Well, I’d just open up Sanzo’s clothes and slip his robe off his shoulders leaving them bare except for his glove things.” Goku pictured just how those lovely muscled shoulders would look contrasting with the black gloves. It would be so sweet to have his chest and lean stomach revealed in glimpses. He just knew it was a sight Gojyo and Hakkai would also savor.



He really liked the idea of sliding his hands into Sanzo’s robes, of having him partially undressed. It had an illicit flavor, like it was something he shouldn’t be doing or maybe it was like unwrapping a treat. Goku thought about how he’d be pressed up against Sanzo’s back pulling his legs open, a display for the other two. Butterflies began to flutter in his stomach.



Goku took a deep breath, his voice suddenly gruffer. “I’d play a little with him. Run my lips down the curve of his neck and bite him here.” Goku pointed to where his neck joined his shoulder.



“That always makes him moan. Then my fingers would go down his chest to just touching his nipples. Softly at first then harder, I’d rub them until they peaked and he started panting.”



Goku didn’t mind talking about what he wanted to do to Sanzo. They had already been together so it was okay, right? Anyway, he wouldn’t have to be telling all this to everyone if they had only cooperated from the beginning.



“Yeah, Gojyo, you could do that stuff that makes Hakkai make those little noises. You know where he is kind of sobbing and moaning at the same time. Sanzo would love to watch that.” Goku nodded at his two friends.



Gojyo and Hakkai were sitting frozen in their chairs, not quite believing the detail Goku was going into. Both men darted quick glances at Sanzo, who was still firmly entrenched behind his paper. Gojyo noticed that his fingers seemed to tremble slightly.



Sanzo started at the idea of being able to watch, not just hear and feel. So it was Hakkai who made the sounds that always aroused him. He felt something like ice slid down his spine and pool in his belly. It was becoming impossible to ignore the other three. They were obviously enthralled by Goku’s words. The room was so silent he could hear each swiftly indrawn breath, each slight gasp.



“I know he likes it when you kiss him. You are the best at that, you do that tongue thing sort of thrusting and stroking. I like it and Hakkai usually melts after that. Hakkai, you could do some of that chi stuff, run it down Gojyo’s back to his ass.”



Gojyo was the first to give into the growing tightness in his pants. He slid his long body forward in his chair and undid his pants. Sighing in relief, his hard cock sprang free of the confining jeans.



The sound went right to Hakkai’s groin, making it impossible to resist following his friends example, only more discretely. He left the tails of his shirt tented over his erection. He couldn’t resist a soft rub across the head.



This was not how it was supposed to be! Sanzo felt a flash of temper; it was supposed to be dark, with no talking, so he could forget about everything. He didn’t want to watch, did he? No, he didn’t want to see his companions. It was always about the anonymous touches, the wet sounds, and the slide of skin on skin. He needed an excuse to allow himself to let go, and he found it in the darkness where he could be someone other than Genjo Sanzo.



He should just get up and walk away. If the others weren’t going to play by the rules then he would leave. Sanzo shivered and shifted uncomfortably then took out his fan. His legs felt glued to the chair. This would change things and Sanzo didn’t like change that he didn’t initiate.



Sanzo frowned at the restless noises of the others also shifting in their chairs. No, he didn’t want to see those deep crimson eyes staring at him with lust. Or see the flush of arousal grace high pale cheekbones, and he certainly didn’t want to see a youthful smile wrapped around his cock, tongue darting over him…



The very stillness of the redhead lounging back in his chair pulled his gaze. His long legs were stretched before him. His shirt was undone, exposing his muscled chest. Gojyo was doing nothing, but toying with the button on his fly, stroking it and flicking it. He had the alert awareness of a lazy predator. His eyelids were dropped down to barely conceal the fire burning in the half-breed. He conveyed an air of restrained power and Sanzo wondered if it was always like that or if it was only when he was aroused.



Sanzo knew very well what it felt like to have Gojyo’s long red hair brushing his face, his chest, and his thighs…feel those well-shaped lips close over his hardness.



He never realized how those lips could quirk up in a sultry smile. Everything about the Kappa was pulsing with life, from his silky hair fanning across his shoulders to the rise and fell of his chest. Sanzo noticed that his nipples were a dusky copper color and they tightened as he watched. Sanzo’s eyes followed the light trail of hair arrowing down Gojyo’s stomach to the blushing head of his cock framed nicely by the open fly of his dark jeans.



It looked so smooth and lickable. He remembered how it tasted when his nose was buried deep in those red curls. He knew just what kind of moans Gojyo would make if he…it pulsed under his hot gaze. Sanzo couldn’t help licking his lips at his memories and the shimmer of slick wetness smearing the head of Gojyo’s cock.



Gojyo smiled letting the monk look his fill without comment. He was very much enjoying Sanzo’s reaction to his obvious charms. He refrained from making the smart remark that boiled with in him. He sensed the inner monk looking on at this display with horror. Amethyst locked with crimson for a long moment before flicking on.



Why hadn’t he noticed Hakkai was so slender and pale? His skin looked so smooth, almost like porcelain. Sanzo watched Hakkai’s long elegant fingers clench on the arms of his chair. Yes, he remembered well the strength in those hands as they moved over his body. Stroking over Sanzo’s face and neck, lips and tongue tangling with his while he shuddered in climax. It had been intoxicating to be buried deep inside him, held by his tight heat.



He could see very little of Hakkai’s groin beyond a small triangle of skin revealed under the shirt. He was riveted by that small slice of skin, wondering how dark was the springing curls nestled just out of view. He wanted to run his lips just over that spot, before traveling lower. Sanzo jerked his eyes back up and met hard emerald eyes. Emerald that taunted him and dared him to truly face himself and stop denying his need for physical closeness.



Goku continued on oblivious to the unspoken dialog occurring with the other three. “While Sanzo watched you two, I’d stroke his cock slowly. I’d move up and down his whole length, squeezing and pulling just a little. Then I’d tease the head before taking his balls in my hand.”



Goku licked his lips as he thought about feeling hard, velvet flesh pumping through his fingers. It would make Sanzo shiver and thrust up into his hand. He’d make it feel so good Sanzo would forget about always doing it in the dark.



Goku’s voice brought Sanzo’s attention back to the slender youth. His eyes followed Goku’s tanned fingers in the slow downward slide of his zipper. Goku’s capable hand curled around his erection and pulled it free.



Sanzo watched Goku absently stroke his arousal, fingers playing lightly with his slit and smearing the precum leaking from his tip. His cock was long and thin, it most certainly would reach his sweet spot. He wrenched his eyes up to Goku’s and shivered again.



For the first time in his life Sanzo actually used the fan for something other than a weapon. His hand moved back and forth briskly, attempting to cool his heated cheeks.



Hakkai leaned forward and took the fan unceremoniously from him, “I need…” he stuttered, “I think I need a …”



“Stiff drink?” Gojyo offered helpfully. He stroked Hakkai’s back, his fingers curving down around his waist to toy with his hipbone.



“Yes, stiff.” Hakkai mumbled applying the fan vigorously sending puffs of air to both him and Sanzo.



“Then what happens next, Goku?” Hakkai asked in a breathless rush. He just knew he was blushing, Sanzo’ heated expression just made him want to be the one to bend him over the couch. They were all intimately familiar with each other but this was the first time that they ever talked so openly about it. It was inspiring to say the least.



“I’d roll his balls in my hand while reaching lower to just brush at his opening.”



Sanzo felt the beginnings of a moan and quickly turned it into a cough. The paper rustled and lowered further. He couldn’t help but stare, captured by the slender youth’s words. The voice of reason inside him fled in defeat, the last of Sanzo’s prickly pride retreating until it was safe to come out again.



“Hakkai would lean forward and suck on my fingers. He’d use his tongue flicking and pulling on my fingers to coat them. Gojyo would then knee behind him taking him with his tongue.”



Sanzo allowed the image of Hakkai arched back, passion pulling at his delicate features; to form in his mind. He could almost hear the sounds of Hakkai’s vigorous sucking; see his tongue plying Goku’s fingers.



“Then I push my slick fingers into Sanzo thrusting over and over. Maybe Hakkai could take Sanzo in his mouth. Yeah, that’d be good.” Goku paused while he restructured his scene leaving the others hanging on his words.



He really liked the idea of the tall water sprite on his knees pleasuring Hakkai. Goku wanted to watch Hakkai’s face as he was lost in ecstasy, he was sure that his green eyes would be riveting. He wanted to see an expression of true bliss cross his friends face. Something that would chase away the sadness that often lingered there. Watching Sanzo’s cock slid in and out of Hakkai’s mouth would be heaven. Because Sanzo would twitch and thrust back against him providing the needed friction while his own hands were busy.



“My fingers, his hot mouth, both working him. Ummm…then he’d be ready for me.” Goku purred, extremely satisfied with his scenario.



The four men shifted in their chairs and adjusted themselves to accommodate stiff erections.



In the light of the dying afternoon sun everything was exposed. Sanzo wouldn’t be able to hide from burning crimson, passionate emerald, and warm chocolate dripped in gold. A smorgasbord board of pleasure spread before him to delight his senses.



He could pick and chose as he wanted, become an active participant in what they did together. Part of him protested the idea of actively seeking out others and revealing a weakness for the pleasures of sin. Sanzo pushed his concerns at the groups changing dynamics away. He was and would always be a focused son of a bitch and a bit of sex wasn’t going to change that.



“Then I’d bend Sanzo over the couch and fuck him while he took Hakkai in his mouth.” Oh yeah, Goku thought; he’d do Sanzo hard and fast. It made him almost come just thinking about stroking down that long slender back and plunging into Sanzo’s hot ass. He’d palm the firm globes first and then move just the head of his cock in…



“Hey! How come Hakkai gets blown?” Gojyo protested hotly interrupting Goku’s fantasy.



“Maybe because Goku forgot to add that you were taking Hakkai at the same time.” Sanzo snorted and raised an eyebrow at the fuming redhead.



“Damn! That sounds like a good plan.” Gojyo stood up and began stripping off his clothes.



“All this was, of course; hypothetical.” Sanzo snapped his paper up. One. He continued to read while he silently counted and tried to restrain his grin. Two. With a hard on as painful as his, there was no way he was going to pass up this opportunity. It should take to about…Three.



“Ahhhh!” Goku yelled, his patience shattered and he pounced yelling. “Get him!”



Sanzo went down in a swirl of robes and thrashing limbs. The chair crashed back and pages of the paper floated around the room to gently fall on the pile of bodies struggling on the floor.



Somehow Sanzo ended up on his back staring into molten gold eyes that shimmered with need, “Please?” Goku begged while he softly nipped at the exposed white throat.



Sanzo arched under the ministrations of the hands that had worked their way up his robes claiming his hard cock.



“Che! Well, it is Wednesday.” He managed to gasp while pieces of clothing flew across the room. After this he was going to take the sultry redhead, height rules be-damned.