Bound Again

Bound Again
By: Elf
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki. All rights go to Minekura Kazuya.

Eyes like fine garnets slowly opened. Pale hands the color of virgin snow twisted eagerly beneath iron manacles. A long pink tongue slipped out of a wide mouth with a full lower lip to taste a bit of blood that had fell from a pert nose.

“Ah, so you’re awake. I was getting worried.”

Sitting cheerfully on the same rough bed could have been the bipolar opposite of the man chained to the bed.

While the captive had long, pale lavender hair tied back in a sleek pony tail the man sitting up had thick hair the color of dark chocolate that seemed to spike up with a mind of his own. His skin had a slight bronze hue, speaking of a man who spent a lot of time out of doors. Alert dark green eyes sparkled as the wide, mobile mouth was smiling cheerfully.

One was a man who’d been reborn as something that wasn’t a man.

The other was someone who had returned from the dead.

A death which the man had been reborn had sent him too.

Cho Hakkai and Chin Yiso.

“Ah, Cho Hakkai, how lovely to see you again, especially like this,” Yiso replied as he shook the chains, causing them to jingle almost musically.

Hakkai’s smile broadened as he retorted, “Ah, but it is I who should be honored to have you there like that.”

The two smiled at each other with manic politeness. Both knew that this was a front, that these were just masks that everyone expected of that. After all, they were shadows of each other, bonded by blood.

Yiso’s heavy lidded eyes looked around and asked, “I don’t see your dear friends with you, Hakkai. Have they abandoned you?” His grin became a leer. “Or have they abandoned you, Cho Hakkai?”

“Oh, they know I had to leave for something personal. They’ll know I’ll be back, after I’m finished here,” Hakkai replied as he reached out and absently stroked the tuft of white hair that stood out against the lavender.

Yiso blinked, laughed and leaned into Hakkai’s stroking hand. “Ah, then what do you plan then?”

Hakkai’s hand drifted back to the nape of Yiso’s neck, where he tied his hair back. With nimble fingers Hakkai deftly untied the length of white silk ribbon and let the long hair flow free. He combed his fingers through the silken mass, absently enjoying the feeling of it between his fingertips.

Hakkai smiled as he leaned forward, his eyes barring into Yiso. He could smell the other Youkai beneath him. A rich, earthy smell like fresh rain and pine needles. Yiso continued to grin his naughty grin at the other man, seemingly enjoying this as well.

“Well, I’ve tried to kill you twice and failed,” Hakkai answered as he leaned forward to nuzzle Yiso’s neck. The Youkai prince made a sound unlike a squeaking purr as he tilted his head back to allow Hakkai better access.

Yiso purred, “Not that you lacked for trying, Hakkai. I do like the fact that you’re relentless and meticulous. They are remarkable qualities.”

Hakkai leaned forward to flick his tongue against the pointed curve of Yiso’s ear. The Youkai shuddered and gasped at the slight touch. Hakkai smiled to himself, pleased at the reaction. This will be easier than I expected.

“Oh, I’ll show you how meticulous I can be. But where was I?” Hakkai mused as he started sucking on Yiso’s earlobe.

Yiso whimpered, a high pitched and squeaking sound that was utterly endearing. As Hakkai sucked on Yiso’s ear, his hands wandered to the elaborate robes he was wearing. Those pretty fingers nimbly unbuttoned the complex buttons, layer after layer until Hakkai found warm skin.

Yiso made another high-pitched sound that sounded like a cross between a squeak, a purr, and a moan. Hakkai traced his fingers over the four raised lines of slick flesh there. The same scars that he had made more than three years ago. He idly traced his fingers between the lifeless scars and the over sensitive flesh between them as he continued his ministrations on Yiso’s ear.

Hakkai whispered in Yiso’s ear, “You didn’t answer my question?”

“You were musing on how you cannot kill me. Perhaps some hidden desire to see me live within those pretty, hypocritical eyes, Cho Hakkai?” Yiso murmured tartly with a smirk as that long tongue licked those lips.

Hakkai rolled so he was looming above Yiso again. He leaned his head forward and whispered, “Or maybe it’s not death that will stop you. Perhaps the way to end this is to have you scream and beg for me. Many small deaths, perhaps?”

At this the heavy lidded eyes sprang open, revealing those rich garnet eyes. A darker shade of red that Gojyo’s with a hint of purple to their rich depths. Hakkai smiled, closed his eyes and bowed forward.

Instead of cool shikigami psudo-flesh, Yiso was warm and willing, tasting like salt and earth. That tongue snaked out to dance against Hakkai’s own, a battle for dominance that despite having his powers limited, Hakkai won. Yiso strained against his bonds as they kissed furiously, his body pressing against Hakkai’s.

From the feel of him rubbing against him, it was confirmed what Hakkai already knew. Yiso’s body was already aching with need, as Hakkai’s was slowly beginning to do. However, there was a power in this that he couldn’t help but to feel drunk by.

Kanan, I hope you understand why I must do this. He’s not his father . . . I need to bury this now, into him. Understand, please.

“I want to bury the past,” Hakkai sighed against Yiso’s plump lower lip, “And I want to burry myself into you.”

Yiso licked him suggestively and chuckled. He rose up to rub himself against Hakkai and the monocled man groaned. Hakkai threw his head back as a long forgotten ache and fire began to rage in his body once again as he responded in kind.

“That’s it, Cho Hakkai, I want your body to burn with mine in this,” Yiso whispered, turning his head to catch Hakkai’s earlobe between those pale lips.

Hakkai gasped as Yiso started to gently apply pressure against the sensitive piece of flesh. Need and heat flared within his body. He grew harder and wanting and was losing control as the fire raged within him after being doused for so long.

However, he wasn’t going to lose control to Yiso. Not now.

He laughed as he pulled away, rising to his knees.

He opened up the robe and bent his head to the angry, raised scars he himself had carved into that alabaster flesh. He lowered himself to Yiso’s chest and flicked his tongue over the scars. Yiso cried out and arched towards his mouth. Hakkai repeated the action, tracing over each old wound as if he was soothing it.

Which he felt he was.

Hakkai traveled lower, taking special interest in the dip of Yiso’s hips and the small dimple that was his belly button. He swirled his tongue over it and scraped his teeth down Yiso’s thin stomach to rest his chin on the waist line of his pants. He dually noted the length that tented the white silk of Yiso’s pants and ran his palm over it.

Yiso did his strange pleased sound again as his hips thrust to meet Hakkai’s hand.

“Hakkai,” Yiso squeaked, demanding and begging at the same time.

Hakkai leaned forward and lightly kissed Yiso’s swollen lips. “I’ve just begun this foreplay. I want you begging and thrashing for me, your face twisted in ecstacy,” Hakkai murmured, a parody of Yiso’s own words to him.

Yiso laughed, “Ah, Cho Hakkai, your promises delight me. However, I cannot help but to wonder, can you deliver?”

Hakkai closed his hand over that silk-covered length and tilted his head thoughtfully. He replied with a wide smile, “Well, manipulating chi does have its uses?”

Yiso’s eyes flared open as Hakkai gathered a tiny charge in his fingertip and traced it along the tip. He traced his fingertip down, putting delicious heat and pressure into the center of Yiso’s desire. Hakkai grinned as he removed his hand.

Yiso gasped and then laughed suddenly. “You are a wicked tease, Hakkai!”

“With you, I am,” Hakkai replied as he gingerly slid the silken pants down Yiso’s legs and tossed them to the other side of the bed. He studied Yiso thoughtfully, taking note of the slim legs and alabaster skin. Indeed, the Youkai was beautiful and as illusive as moonlight.

He turned his attention back to Yiso’s length. It rose proud and graceful like a marble column and just as hard. There were droplets of white like pearls along the tip, signaling that Yiso was indeed enjoying this very much.

Garnet eyes met jade ones as Hakkai leaned forward again. Yiso eagerly leaned into the kiss as he writhed against the chains. As they kissed furiously Hakkai gathered a minute amount of chi into his palm again.

He gently wrapped his hand against Yiso’s length again. Yiso cried out as Hakkai began to stroke without breaking the kiss. Yiso laughed as Hakkai masterfully altered pressure and warmth within him as well as stroking him with those beautiful hands.

Hakkai smirked and pooled more chi into the sensitive tip. Yiso cried out and buckled against Hakkai, garnet eyes squinting shut again. Hakkai chuckled as he traced a hot, fine line of chi up and down as he continued to stroke. Yiso was biting his lip, body bow string tight as he began to arch up.

Hakkai, feeling utterly wicked, stopped.

Yiso’s eyes opened as Hakkai gripped him, keeping him teetered on the edge of ecstacy. The look was lovely. Painful pleasure as Yiso himself had once said.

“I must admit that I rather adore the look of painful pleasure on your face,” Hakkai confessed softly.

Yiso made a strangled sound that was almost a chuckle before gasping, “And I must admit that I love the look of smug arrogance on yours.” He shifted restlessly and licked his lips, “And this torment is exquisite.”

Hakkai grinned and moved his hand again. He pressed more chi into Yiso and the Youkai couldn’t take it anymore. He arched up, hands straining in the chains as he cried out.

White passion spilled onto Hakkai’s hand as he watched Yiso’s release. He took every note of it, memorized the look of ecstacy on Yiso’s wildly beautiful face. Yiso’s orgasm made him even more aware of the ache in his own body that he needed to soothe as well as the raging fire he needed to cool.

As Yiso lay against the sheets spent, Hakkai lifted his hand to the Youkai’s mouth. Yiso’s left eye opened as he looked down at Hakkai’s stained hand. Yiso said in a sleepy voice, “Your hands are much prettier stained with white than red, Hakkai.”

“Well, white can be washed away as easily as red,” Hakkai replied with a suggestive grin.

Yiso’s eyes sparked beneath the lidded, leering glance as that long tongue flickered out and obediently collected the beads of white. Hakkai closed his eyes at the sudden rush of desire that tongue against his skin, suggestively teasing. Reminding Hakkai that he needed to finish this.

“Let me see how beautiful you are, Cho Hakkai,” Yiso whispered with a seductive grin as Hakkai rose from the bed long enough to shed his clothing.

He absently rubbed his hand over the thick scar that Yiso himself had carved into his skin. The scar that had brought upon the change of everything. He looked at Yiso with a tiny smile and said, “I should thank you for this.”

“You repaid me in kind. With interest I must add,” Yiso replied as Hakkai reached over to the night stand to grab a blue jar that he had prepared for this moment.

Hakkai climbed back onto the bed and slid his hand down the length of Yiso’s body. Yiso spread his legs with a smirk as he watched Hakkai. Hakkai deftly opened the jar and scooped out a dollop of the cool blue jell onto his fingers.

Yiso asked, “Are you going to fall through or will you back away at this point?”

“Someone once told me to live life for the sake of myself. And right now what I crave is to lose myself in you,” Hakkai answered with a tiny smirk as he gently traced the tight opening of Yiso’s body with a cool, slick finger.

Yiso replied, “I crave the same thing myself, Hakkai.” Then he smirked with a chuckle.

Hakkai lifted an eyebrow as he gently pushed a slippery finger into the other man. Yiso threw back his head with a tiny, content sigh before lifting his head back up to watch. Hakkai smiled as Yiso’s body adjusted to the invasion. He slid the finger in and out slowly, as a preview to what was to come.

He slid a second finger in. He scissored them back and forth, making sure that their joining was as painless as possible. Even though what he really wanted to do was simply pull Yiso’s legs around his shoulders and thrust inside of that tight heat that was surrounding his fingers.

Once he was sure that Yiso was stretched enough he began to gently search for something with his fingers. He knew when he brushed against it. Yiso’s reaction was electric.

The Youkai cried out and arched towards Hakkai’s fingers, his body awakening once again. Hakkai smirked as he shot out a tiny bolt of chi to that sacred spot, causing Yiso to scream his name. “Oh dear, I think you liked that,” Hakkai chuckled as he repeated the sweet torture.

“You are very wicked, Cho Hakkai,” Yiso gasped as he writhed around Hakkai’s fingers.

Hakkai smirked and retorted, “Well, you give me good reason to be, Chin Yiso.”

His smirk widened into an arrogant grin when he saw Yiso’s length rise and harden once again. An advantage to being a Youkai. Excellent stamina and quick recovery time. He chuckled as he withdrew his fingers.

With his other hand he dipped into the jar again and gasped as he smoothed that cool jell onto his own aching arousal. He felt himself twitch with need in his own hand and shuddered. Yiso was watching him with a heated, leering grin as he licked his lips.

Yiso lifted his legs and tilted his body to give Hakkai greater access. Hakkai settled between the warmth of Yiso’s legs, his aching hardness brushing against that readied opening. Yiso settled his legs on Hakkai’s shoulders with a smug grin.

Hakkai carefully pushed himself inside inches at a time. Or at least that was the plan.

Once that tight, welcoming heat started to surround and grip him, he lost all sense of self.

He tilted Yiso’s hips up and thrust. He closed his eyes with a growl as Yiso cried out. He held himself still as that tight warmth gripped him almost painfully. Pleasure started to overwhelm his senses and infuse with his being.

He had to move, he had to act, he had to complete this act and end this oh-so-sweet torture.

So, he did.

He began to thrust. He couldn’t help it. However, Yiso’s squeaking cries and the arching against him, meeting him thrust for thrust reminded him that he wasn’t the only one here.

“Oh Gods, Yiso,” Hakkai murmured against Yiso’s pointed ear as he thrust hard and slow.

Yiso yelped and his eyes flew open. Hakkai did that hard, slow thrust again. He had found that sacred spot again.

Wrapping his hand around Yiso again, he was going to make sure that the other man would find completion first.

He stroked Yiso in time with his hard thrusts. Hakkai felt the heat and pressure build within him. He felt too tight and constrained within Yiso. It was like nothing he ever felt.

“Hakkai, Gods, you’re so exquisite!” Yiso cried out as he rose to meet each one of Hakkai’s thrusts.

All Hakkai could do was gasp and quicken the pace. His body cried out for it. He craved this with every inch of his body. Yet he didn’t want it to end but it had to end and . . .

“Hakkai!” Yiso screamed, spilling out onto Hakkai’s hand a second time.

Hakkai’s eyes flew open as he felt the sharp contractions of Yiso’s orgasm grip him. With a growl he thrust harder and Yiso continued to gasp and squeak beneath him. It was threatening to over whelm him. He was almost there and . . .

Cho Hakkai screamed out Yiso’s name as everything blurred and then shattered around him.

He jerked within Yiso, releasing the built up passion and frustration that had been held there for so long. Everything seemed to fade but the blinding pleasure and Yiso’s welcoming warmth underneath him. He trembled as he let go of everything and found completion.

When he was finished, he fell on top of Yiso, gasping for air. They were still joined and Hakkai gently eased himself out of Yiso’s body. Yiso made a pleased keening sound before giggling.

Hakkai looked up at the bound and giggling prince through his daze. He asked, “May I ask what’s so amusing?”

“Darling Hakkai, you have made a mess here,” Yiso giggled.

Hakkai opened his good eye to look around. Indeed there was a mess. His chest was splattered with Yiso’s seed. His seed was leaking out of Yiso and the blue jell had spilled on the sex dampened sheets.

Hakkai laughed, “Indeed, I have.”

“Ah, but this is a beautiful mess,” Yiso amended with a slow grin.

Hakkai raised himself up on one arm and kissed Yiso gently. “And one that I wouldn’t mind making again.”

“Ah, so I take it that some of that ghost has been buried?” Yiso asked with a curious tilt of his head.

Hakkai reached up and stroked Yiso’s scar. “I think the wound’s been healed some. I think that both wounds can heal more.”

“Oh, well, if that’s your idea of healing, I would gladly administer myself into your gentle care, Cho Hakkai,” Yiso giggled with a smile, “But, next time, is this necessary?”

The chains rattled with polite annoyance.

Hakkai laughed as he reached up and unchained the other Youkai.

We’re bound again, Yiso, except by life instead of death.