Screwed By Circumstance

“You sure took your sweet-ass time in there, Hakkai,” Sanzo commented with a bit of a sneer to his lip. He resettled his arms across his chest and pinned the healer with a hard glare as the other man smiled pleasantly and took up his usual spot in the driver seat.

“I’m sorry, Sanzo, but I was talking with the clerk regarding the next few miles of our trip,” Hakkai answered apologetically. “Apparently, youkai activity is high in this area, particularly passing through the woods just outside of town.”

“Big deal, we can take ‘em,” Gojyo drawled from the back seat, flicking ash over the side of the Jeep with the natural ease of a steady smoker. “If they’re anything like those douche bags coming in, it’s gonna be over with reeeeal quick.”

“Yeah, they were totally lame,” Goku chimed in with a wide grin. “They didn’t even make me hungry!”

Arching a brown and tossing an I-told-you-so smirk in Hakkai’s direction, Sanzo pulled out his cigarettes and lit up as the brunet started the Jeep up. “We already have on skirt-chaser in the group, Hakkai. Stick to driving and leaving the whoring for Gojyo.”

“HEY!” the red-head snapped angrily, completely caught off guard by the randomly tossed back insult. The lunge forward he was about to make was completely thrown off as Hakkai floored the gas peddle and sent them racing out of town at a speed that even gave the hardened monk cause to pray.

“Are you certain you want me to stick to driving only, Sanzo?” Hakkai asked sweetly, downshifting as they came to a decent sized hole in the road. He accelerated hard, pushing the frantically kyuing Jeep with both speed and power in the lower gear.

Screams erupted from the back seat, in harmony with the growled, ‘son if a bitch’ from the front seat, as they hit the bump and rocked up onto two tires. They came down and he had to be quick to adjust the wheel to keep from careening off road. Hakkai laughed at their panic as they all quickly grabbed onto whatever was closest to keep them inside the speeding vehicle. Today was starting off so much fun!

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Aiyoku stood back behind her minions, watching the cloud of dust and the faint glint of green metal that was racing down the road toward her domain. She smiled, licking her pointed tongue along her fangs eagerly for their victims. Word had come to her ears that the Sanzo Party was heading toward her forest, and lo and behold, the rumors were right for ounce. Here was hoping that the rumors of how pretty the monk was were true, too.

“They’re almost to the borders, Mistress,” one of the men announced, his eyes flashing bright with lust the minute they fell upon her. The desire he felt wasn’t all due to her good looks. While Aiyoku knew she was incredibly beautiful, what held her men to her was the toxin in her claws. She was a seiyoku, a youkai who specialized in desires of the flesh. One scratch from her claws introduced a toxin that affected her victim’s brain, targeting the center that controlled inhibitions and lust.

After the poison entered the blood stream, the first person the victim came into contact with became the only person who could satisfy their needs entirely. The truly beauteous thing about the poison was that it had no cure, other than sexual gratification. The longer the victim went without relief, the more intense the poison became. It was a wonderful way to control her men, the threat of denied release.

If this Genjo Sanzo was as pretty as rumor had it, she’d make certain she was the first to touch him. She smirked to herself, anticipation unfurling through her body. She would deliver the Maten Sutra for a reward and keep the monk as her slave until he died, whether by natural means or because she chose to let him suffer in unquenched agony. If he wasn’t appealing to her critical eye… she would infect him and then let one of her men touch him. Either way, she would get the Maten Sutra and receive her reward.

Aiyoku nodded toward her captain, one of the few male seiyoku that existed, and said, “You know what to do.”

Mizuri nodded and led the assault down the incline leading toward the road, moving effortlessly silent through the branches. “Take the monk alive to our mistress!” he roared before drawing his heavy sword and leaping the last of the way down the hill. Aiyoku smiled and watched quietly from the shadows as her army descended upon the Sanzo Party.

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Sanzo sensed the youkai presence long before the ugly bastards decided to show their faces. His gun was out and the first youkai died screaming from a bullet taking out his heart in midair, crashing to the ground on the other side of the Jeep. He quickly took a grip on the windshield as Hakkai spun the vehicle around in a complete one-eighty.

Goku and Gojyo were out of the back before the Jeep had finished its rotation, weapons ready as they surveyed their opponents critically. “Wanna make a bet, monkey?” Gojyo taunted, leaning his shaku-jou casually against his shoulder.

“About how many of these guys’ asses we can kick?” the boy asked eagerly, twirling his nyoi-bo easily around his hand.

“Twenty meat buns say I beat more of them than you,” the red-head persisted.

“You’re on, cockroach!”

Sanzo rolled his eyes as he stood next to Hakkai, glowering angrily at their most recent road block. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll knock each other out,” he commented dryly as the two dove into the fray without so much as a second thought as to whether or not anyone else was joining.

“Or maybe they’ll destroy the entire army like two gallant knights, protecting us as if we’re maidens in distress,” Hakkai teased, his voice taking on a particularly annoying happy lilt as he uttered those sickening words. His smile widened at the distinctive sound of grinding teeth but he refrained from looking at the outraged monk. Yes, he figured that would goad Sanzo into action. A sure way to get the monk to do something was to imply he was incapable of doing it himself.

The monk in question was now firing without heed of where any of his companions were. A loud yelp that sounded a bit like Gojyo indicated that a bullet had traveled just a little too close to the red-head. Hakkai continued to smile as he blocked the knife being brought down toward his head, using his opponent’s speed against him to cause a compound fracture in the man’s arm. The scream was high and shrill as the youkai assassin hit the ground, writhing in agony. Hakkai spun away to counter the next attack, leaving his first opponent relatively unscathed. For now, at least.

There was something odd about these assassins, Sanzo realized. He noticed it the minute Hakkai shattered an assassin’s arm as if it were nothing. Normally, the assassins sent from Houtu Castle would have been pissing themselves and booking it for the hills. This guy got up, obviously in agonizing pain, and still continued to try for Hakkai. Then, there was the fact that the ones trying for him had an odd gleam to their eyes, something that resembled the look Gojyo got when he noticed some tart that caught his wandering eye.

The burning looks weren’t due to battle lust though. He knew damned well what that looked like. It wasn’t like these guys were really trying to kill him anyway. They fought as if their minds were elsewhere, or as if they were being ordered against their will to fight. Something was up, and that something pointed at an overlord hiding somewhere to watch the troops.
A quick scan of the battle field showed one particularly large youkai ploughing through the lesser ones on a direct beeline for him. That had to be the leader. The leaders usually stayed completely hidden or were insanely intent to put his ass in a grave. It was balls in or balls out with them apparently. Sanzo’s scowl deepened as he watched the small giant cut down even his own men to try and take him on. Fine, the bastard could try all he wanted. A bullet worked a hell of a lot faster than a sword.

Sanzo continued keeping the five foot area around him free of anything except bodies and blood as he waited for the giant youkai overlord to get over there. The only time he paused was to reload, always keeping a handful of bullets in his fist to make the process faster. He could see Goku out of the corner of his eye, completely engrossed in pummeling everyone around him. Hakkai was directly ahead of him and barely having time to work up a sweat. Gojyo he could hear behind him, both the cussing and the clinking of the shaku-jou.

Finally, the idiots decided it was stupid using blades against a gun-toting monk and began backing off warily, keeping one eye on him at all times. The leader was now about ten feet away and marching purposefully toward him. Sanzo let a cold smirk cross his face as he reloaded one finally time, clicking the chamber closed, and took aim for his latest opponent.

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Mizuri wasn’t a fool. He knew damn well what Aiyoku intended to do. She was going to claim this human monk for her own, to use him to gain leverage for her own personal gain. She was going to cut him, her partner of almost twenty years, out of the profits. That pissed him off. The bitch might have more than half the army tied to her skirts, but she couldn’t bind him or the ones he infected.

He was looking out for his own interests now. Obviously, it was what Aiyoku intended to do. To have the Genjo Sanzo as his slave would give him the reputation, power and wealth he desired. The Maten Sutra would be his to do with as he pleased. The temple the priest belonged to would pay a king’s ransom for their precious monk’s return. Of course, there were also the physical perks that went along with scratching this Genjo Sanzo. Normally, he wasn’t a lover of men, but in this instance…

He would make an exception. To have it said he fucked the highest ranking monk in all of Shangri-La would be thrilling.

Mizuri dodged the first two bullets easily, gritting his teeth when a third caught him in the shoulder. Still, he pressed on, undaunted by the pain or that deadly violet glare that seemed ready to set him on fire with the rage it displayed. Two more bullets caught him in the stomach, and still he persisted. Wounds would heal. He wanted this human subjugated.

He struck as the priest was reloading quickly, his sword jarring hard against the barrel of the gun that was quickly used to block his blow. He danced away as a knee came speeding toward his groin, using his other leg to sweep the monk’s out from under him. Genjo Sanzo went down with a hard grunt and Mizuri rode him the entire way, taking each and every bullet that was fired into his chest with barely a flinch. The monk had time to reload three more bullets before Mizuri drew his hand back to strike.

It occurred to him as he raked his claws across the monk’s collar bone, right above where the chest plate protected him, that he was going to die. He wasn’t going to see his goal through to the end. He could feel blood bubbling up in his throat as scraps of black and ivory silk intermixed with blood flew from his claws. He wasn’t going to last much longer, but before he died… time to touch skin to skin and seal the monk’s desires to him. If he died, the monk would remain forever tormented with insatiable lust. More importantly… Aiyoku wouldn’t be able to claim him. If he couldn’t have the monk, then neither could she.

The monk finally let out an angry shout, one hand holding his wound as he squeezed the trigger. Mizuri jerked with each close range shot, his eyes widening as the very last thing that crossed through his mind was that he hadn’t had a chance to finish tying the bastard of a monk to his powers.

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Gojyo finished off his last one with a neat flick of his arm that set the chained end of his weapon whistling shrilly through the air. The crescent end struck through the chest and ribs with a hard thunk that he felt radiate all the way up through his arm. He jerked it free roughly and let the body fall to the ground with a sickening hole torn through his ribs. He grimaced as the blade returned to its original position on top of the metal shaft, dripping red all over the place.

“Nasty,” he muttered, giving the weapon a shake to dislodge the flesh still clinging to it. He’d have to clean it off later before letting it fade back to where ever the hell it came from. Hmm… speaking of things coming from nowhere, the monk’s fan tended to do that. Maybe his shaku-jou and Sanzo’s fan hung out in the same place. He snickered at the thought. He could almost see the dick’s face get all indignant over that!

Gojyo grinned as Hakkai neatly picked his way across the battle field to him. Not a spot of blood could be seen on the healer, though he did seem a bit worn out. Probably from chi use. Hakkai was the only person he knew of that could come out of a fight looking squeaky clean. “What, you got the easy ones again?” he teased.

Hakkai chuckled, eyes flickering briefly toward the still dripping shaku-jou leaning against his shoulder. Gojyo noted the dark flare to those green eyes but didn’t comment on it. Despite the fact that Cho Gonou had ‘died’, Cho Hakkai still carried a spark of that former blood lust. “It seems so, though you’re more than welcomed to switch with me during the next fight if you need a break,” the green-eyed replied in an oh-so-sweet voice.

Gojyo shook his head, laughing under his breath. “Naw, that’s okay. I’m cool with my share. Oi, monkey! How many?”

Goku’s face screwed into a thoughtful one as he counted quickly on his fingers. Gojyo and Hakkai walked over to him, the red-head lighting a cigarette as he went. “Umm… Aw, crap! I only got twenty,” the boy finally admitted, scuffing his boot through the dirt and blood on the ground.

Normally, he would have lied just to tease the kid… but he was in a good mood today. He ruffled his free hand through Goku’s mussed up hair, earning him an annoyed growl and rough shove in retaliation. “It’s okay. I got nineteen.”

“Ya did? WOOHOO! MEAT BUNS! You owe me meat buns, pervy-kappa-cockroach!”

Gojyo rolled his eyes and shoved the younger man’s shoulder hard enough to send him back a step or two. “Can it with the cockroach shit, chimp, or I’ll ‘forget’ our bet!”

“Ya wouldn’t do that for real, would you, Gojyo?” Goku asked, a tinge of fear that the threat had actually been meant creeping through his wide, expressive eyes.

He arched a brow and took a slow draw from his cigarette, trying hard not to laugh as the kid gulped hard. Yeah, like he’d ever forget to pay a debt! It was just fun yanking Goku’s chain. His smile faded a bit as he looked around for the fourth member of their group. “Hey, speaking of that holy bastard, where is he?”

“Over here, and one more smart comment out of your mouth and I’ll make it shut permanently,” came an appropriately snarling voice from a short distance away.

Gojyo turned to his right and felt his lips curve into a smirk when he saw Sanzo sit up, glaring irritably at the body that had fallen across his legs. Obviously, someone had finally gotten that bitchy blond onto his back. He was gonna have a field day with this one! “Sitting down on the job again? You’re one lazy monk!”

“Eat me, kappa,” Sanzo bit back sharply, wincing as he fingered a rather nasty looking scratch that had cut through to his skin. Instantly, Gojyo’s humor clammed up at the sight of blood on the priest. Shit… he hadn’t known Sanzo was hurt! He was walking over with the others quickly, a slight bit of worry twisting his stomach as the monk hunched forward with one hand pressed to the wound.

“Sanzo, are you hurt?” Hakkai asked as he jogged forward, a worry crease forming between his eyes. Goku’s face was paler than usual, eyes wide and bordering on panicked to see blood on his precious keeper. If it weren’t for the fact that he knew the fear was genuine, he would have rolled his eyes at all the fuss. Sanzo was a tough son of a bitch. He could handle a little rough play just fine.

“It’s just a scratch. I’ll be fine. Fucker had sharp claws is all,” the monk muttered, kicking the body sharply to get it off of his legs. He growled in his throat when the body only budged a bit.

Grinning at the monk’s predicament, Gojyo leaned down and held a hand out. “Need help?” he asked, putting just enough mockery into the question to goad the monk’s temper and bruise his pride.

Sanzo’s glower turned downright homicidal as he slapped the offending hand away sharply. There was an instance where he could have sworn he’d been jolted by static electricity, but it was so quickly covered up by the sting from the slap that he didn’t pay much attention to it. “Not from you, you worthless bastard! Get out of my way.”

Gojyo held his hands up in a gesture of surrender and backed away as Sanzo shoved the body to one side and stood up. He was only up for a couple seconds before he hissed sharply and stumbled back a step, his hand leaving the wound on his chest in favor of holding his head.

“Sanzo!” Goku exclaimed, rushing forward to brace his guardian with an almost nauseous fear written across his face.

“Are you certain you’re alright, Sanzo?” Hakkai persisted politely. “After all, a good many youkai carry poison through their claws. Perhaps I should-,”

“Drive. That’s what you should do. I’m fine, okay? I just stood up a little too fast,” Sanzo insisted, his jaw tightening stubbornly.

Hakkai looked ready to argue before his shoulders relaxed and he let out a resigned sigh. “Very well. Should this persist though, I will have to examine you.”

Luckily for Sanzo, the healer missed the muttered ‘yes, mom’ that was directed at his back as he turned and held his arm up for Hakuryuu to perch on. Goku was quick to release his grip around Sanzo’s waist as the monk arched a challenging brow in his direction. “Sorry,” the kid mumbled quickly.

Grunting under his breath, the monk straightened himself and dug his cigarettes out from inside his robe. He lit up and instantly seemed to be in command of himself again. Gojyo finished his cigarette and flicked it away as he headed for the Jeep, no longer concerned with the situation. “C’mon, Goku, let’s go stuff that pit of yours!”

“YAY! Foooood! I’m soooo hungry!”

“No shit, chimp. You say that like it’s the first time you’ve ever said it. Now, the day I here ‘I’m not hungry’ from your mouth will be the day I die from shock!”

Just as he’d expected, that sparked Goku’s temper to full throttle. “Oh, yeah? At least I’m not some nasty, long haired, lechy watersprite!”

“Hey! You take that back about my hair! Chicks dig the long locks!”

“Only if they’re nasty women!”

“Just the kind I like,” he shot back with a leer and a wink as he settled himself into his customary spot in back of the Jeep.

Goku’s eyes widened in horror before his nose wrinkled as if smelling something foul. “EEEEEW! Gross! Sanzo, are ya gonna let him talk like a pervert?”

“Does he talk any other way?” Sanzo asked back dryly. He was still rubbing the sides of his head lightly, but it was probably due to a headache now instead of anything youkai related.

Gojyo grinned triumphantly and nudged Goku’s thigh with his foot to get his attention. “When you’re older, you’ll get it, kid.”

“Gods, I hope not! Why would I wanna be a pervert like you?”

The arguing continued back and forth the entire ride to the next town. Occasionally it was punctuated with a few sharp blows from the fan, or some pleasantly made comment that momentarily silenced them both. As was usual with their group, they got over things fast. With so many assassins coming at them the closer they got to India, one more thrown into the mix didn’t really mean much to them.

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Aiyoku snarled angrily from where she stood, cursing Mizuri roundly in her head. That stupid, stupid idiot! How dare he betray her?! She knew the monk was carrying the poison in his system now, but there was no way she could get close enough to complete the job. Ugh… men! She tucked herself closer to the trees, eyes narrowing as she watched the last of her men die from a final chi blast. Now what did she do? She tapped her claws irritably against the tree trunk as she watched the other three rush over to the fallen monk.

Her eyes widened and she covered her gasp with one hand when she saw the half breed hold a hand out to Genjo Sanzo, offering him help to his feet. Oh… The monk slapped the hand away and stood on his own, swaying and pressing the heal of his palm to his forehead. She heard the little one shout in alarm but the words of the others were too soft to pick up. Excitement coursed through her as she realized what had just happened.

Genjo Sanzo had been infected with the lust poison that was inherent in her kind. The first person he touched, or who touched him, was the only one who could satisfy that lust.

And that half breed was the first person to touch the most holy of monks. Her lips curved into a pleased smirk as she ducked completely behind the tree, a small laugh bubbling up from her throat. Perhaps all wasn’t lost after all. This would be worth watching for a while. Eventually, she knew an opportunity would arise and she would be ready to pounce. All she had to do was follow them for a bit and be patient.

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Dinner came and went with the usual amount of chaos. Gojyo stealing from Goku's plate, Goku catching him, a fight breaking out, the fan break out over their heads, a saccharine comment from Hakkai before a moment of civility. Repeat because the gods only knew how much he hated the bickering. Sanzo hadn't felt entirely normal after their last fight. His stomach kept flip-flopping from an almost nervous fluttering to an achy feeling that had nothing to do with injury or hunger. It had kept him from eating much of anything beyond bland rice and steamed vegetables, just in case he had somehow caught something. Not that it felt like he was going to vomit or anything. If anything, it felt a bit like...

Like arousal.

Though why it would feel like that was anyone's guess. His experience with that particular physical need was limited to what he could do in the shower, and didn't happen very often at all. The last time he'd actually felt inclined to jerk off was... shit, three years ago? Yeah, that sounded about right. He'd been conned into going out to dinner with the three of them, and had returned to the temple with a raging hard on after discovering the waitress wasn't only appealing to the eyes but the mind as well. His standards were high when it came to what attracted his attention, and she'd fit the criteria that night. Of course, he hadn't let on that he'd been interested in her. The lip he would have caught from Gojyo would have resulted in Hakkai burying the body. But that wasn't his real reason for not seeing if she had plans later. The truth of the matter was that sex, whether between strangers or partners, made life messy. He didn't do messy very well, and he certainly didn't want any attachments. So... the bath house at the temple was blessed with his come and he'd gone to bed happy and attachment free.

Still... this couldn't be arousal. There was nothing appealing around them. The waitress was the typical tart with more substance in her breasts than in her head, and he was most definitely not interested in any of his companions. Despite what the popular belief was, monks weren't gay. Well... the majority weren't. There were some who did a little 'training' on the side with their acolytes, but he wasn't one of them. Not even Hakkai's pretty face could convince him that men were attractive.

So why was he having such a damned hard time not staring at the way the light looked on Gojyo's hair?

Sanzo shuddered, disgusted with himself for even going there. The thought made his stomach jerk a little, perhaps in a regurgitative reflex, and it was not arousal at all he was feeling. He was sick. That had to be what was wrong. He pushed his chair away from the table abruptly, causing the conversation (aka, fight) to stop mid slanderous comment. "Where ya goin', Sanzo?" Goku asked, unplanting Gojyo's hand from his face.

"To bed," he replied curtly, pulling the card out and sliding it across the table to Hakkai. He ignored the worried frown that the healer wore as he accepted the piece of plastic and turned his back on the group. He knew Gojyo was muttering something to the other two, and that Hakkai was probably playing it off. That was one good thing about the green eyed youkai; he knew when to keep his fucking mouth shut. True, in the morning he'd have to deal with the mother henning, but for tonight at least he could try and rest in peace.

He sighed gratefully when he was in the room that he was sharing with Hakkai, leaning momentarily against the door to let the fluttery feeling in his gut settle. It was warm in the room, causing him to strip down to his jeans and silk shirt quickly while trying to ignore the rather pleasant feeling of his fingers brushing along his own skin. He wasn't aroused, he wasn't aroused, he wasn't...

Apparently, his cock didn't agree with him. It was pressing almost painfully against his fly. Son of a bitch!

Why the hell was he hard? There was no reason for this, and he hated that. If he was turned on, he sure as hell wanted to know why, damn it! It irritated him that he had so little control over his own body. Maybe some meditation would solve this. Yes, meditation...

Or a shower. He was alone, and Hakkai would be too tactful to disturb him while he showered. This would mean giving in to his physical desires though...

No. He was fine. An erection would go away just the same without attention paid to it. Set in his course of action, Sanzo sat cross legged on the floor, resting his empty hands on his knees palms down and twisted his neck about to relax himself. He focused on his breathing, narrowing all conscious thought down to relaxing every muscle in his body, from the crease between his eyebrows all the way down to...

Gods, was he hard! And sitting down in tight jeans with a hard dick was not at all condusive to a meditating atmosphere. With an angry snarl and disgusted sneer, Sanzo jerked himself to his feet roughly and stormed into the bathroom. Fine, he'd beat off! Maybe then he could get a little sleep. He twisted the shower on sharply, stripping while the water warmed up. His cock bobbed free, full and already leaking at the tip. Sanzo glared death at it as he stepped into the shower, tilting his head back to let the steaming water burn its way down his back and over his face. It was exactly how he liked it, hot enough that it stung his skin where it beat against him. He relished the heat for just a few seconds longer before turning his chest into the spray and planting one hand against the contrasting coolness of the tile surround. His other hand wasted no time in wrapping around his aching cock.

The first few pulls were slow, as if testing his grip over the slick, hard flesh. The sensations that created caused him to groan as his hips pushed into his hand for more. Gods, this felt good! His hand began to move faster and harder, twisting upward as he swiped his palm over the head and smeared the thicker fluid that had managed to gather down his dick. His breath left him in shallow pants and hisses, his eyes closing in pleasure at the warm tingle rolling slowly up and down his spine. He was closer than he'd thought, teetering on the edge of release as the pressure in his stomach began to uncurl and flood desire through his whole body. His knees were wobbling and this made his footing on the slippery tiles precarious. Somehow, he managed to remain standing.

With each pull to his cock, the arousal wound tighter and tighter. His balls were aching and his heart was pounding as he tipped his head back and parted his lips. Water so hot that it made his skin pinken beat down against him, an occasional dart hitting his nipples sharply and sending a quick flash of pleasure-pain through him. The friction of his hand on his dick was a dull discomfort, one he didn't want to stop to fix. He was so close now that stopping wasn't even an option. In his mind, he wasn't touching himself. It was someone else, someone with skin a lot darker than his own, the fingers long and not exactly delicate, or at least not delicate like most women's hands were. Who was this? Damn it, he knew those hands, thos fucking sexy-as-hell hands that were working him just right. A face started to filter through his thoughts, a very familiar face and about the last one he ever expected to see when masturbating.

Long crimson hair, teasing eyes a slightly darker shade. Lips stretched into a knowing smirk before parting to suck his cock into the warm, wet...

"Fuck!" Sanzo groaned as he came, splashing white stripes down the tiled wall and into the drain where it quickly vanished. The orgasm rocked through him and forced out any horror or disgust he might have felt from realizing who he'd just fantasized about. Bliss spread through his system, and it felt better than any other time that he could remember. He was tired, worn out in a good way. It felt like he'd worked out harder than usual and every muscle was stretched and a little sore, but feeling so fucking amazing at the same time. It all came crashing to a horrifying death when his eyes flew open and he remembered who exactly he'd imagined in his head just as he'd come.

Gojyo. The fucking perverted watersprite. He'd come to thoughts of Gojyo. The shudder that went through him was one of pleasure as that fantasy played back again. He shook his head sharply to stop it, squeezing his dick when it gave an interested little twitch. No... no, no, hell-fucking-NO! He was not beating off to thoughts of that degenerate! Unfortunately, the evidence supporting that statement still clung to the back tiles of the surround. Growling angrily, Sanzo splashed water onto the remaining white streaks violently, as if he could simply make the images go away by washing his release down the drain. No evidence, no crime... right?

This would never happen again. He wasn't feeling good. He'd been feeling weird for a while. Tomorrow morning, he'd let Hakkai examine him and tell him he was sick. And then everything would go back to normal.

So, if everything was going to go back to normal, and this was all due to some disease induced dillusion... why did he have the feeling that things were about to go incredibly wrong?

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, originally this was supposed to be a one shot for my friend ssjbento, who made me the most kick-ass icon ever! But now... this is turning out to be a rather fun story. I do hope everyone enjoys it!