All For One Moment

Title: All For One Moment
Author: Velvetina
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Dokugakuji/Kougaiji
Disclaimer: Saiyuki doesn’t belong to me and I am making no money from this piece of fiction.
Summary: The gang at Houtou castle try to help Kougaiji relax.
Warnings: None


“Lirin!” Kougaiji’s roar echoed through the halls of Houtou Castle, and even though his tone held traces of anger, he couldn’t quite stop the small smile of amusement that crept onto his face. Merciful Goddess, his sister managed to irritate him far more than any other person he knew, especially now the impending revival of his father had been stopped by Sanzo, and that particular group was no longer his problem. Now that he was the demon king, Kougaiji found himself grateful for the fact that Lirin’s attitude hadn’t changed towards him, the constant irritations serving to remind him of his emotions and not allowing him to get bogged down in all of the hassle that went with being King. His sister was the only one who hadn’t started to treat him differently when he’d gained his new position. Then again, when had Lirin ever cared about someone’s status? Even Dokugakuji’s attitude had changed. Kougaiji’s guard was as attentive as ever, still whinged at him if he didn’t take care of himself properly, yet the strong brunette was no longer the best friend he had once been. Kougaiji swallowed down the bitterness that rose at that thought. He knew that for several weeks after the aborted revival, he had not been himself, but he had been dealing with the fact that his stepmother had been deceiving him for years.

A couple of weeks before the final battle, Dokugakuji had convinced Kougaiji to explain to the Sanzo party his exact reasons for submitting to Gyokumen.

***

“And exactly what was it you wanted?” Sanzo exhaled a puff of smoke and assessed the prince with cool violet eyes. They were standing in a dingy room in an inn in the middle of bloody nowhere and the prince was still trying to figure out how Dokugakuji had convinced him this was a good idea.

Kougaiji clenched his fists, the tips of his claws slightly cutting into the palms of his hands. Do not kill the bastard not matter how tempting it is. “You’re near to Hontou castle now. There is no denying that. And throughout your journey, our two groups have crashed into one another many times. I think we all feel that it has gotten to the stage where we don’t know where we stand with each other.”

Sanzo raised an eyebrow as though to say ‘And your point is?’

“To be honest, squabbling with your little group has been a pain in the ass that I haven’t needed, but…” Kougaiji took a deep breath, “I don’t really want to have to kill you, and Dokugakuji said something the other day that made a lot of sense.”

“He has a irritating habit of doing that,” Gojyo said from across the room. Hakkai quickly shushed the kappa as Kougaiji felt Dokugakuji shift behind him.

The redhead continued as though he hadn’t been interrupted. “The reason that I’ve been so desperate to beat you guys, and the reason that I listen to that bitch at Hontou castle is because she’s holding the life of my mother over my head. My mother has been sealed within the castle, and Gyokumen has promised me that she will release her when father has been revived. However, as Dokugakuji pointed out, you could release nearly any binding sutras in the world. You could release my mother, and in return we shall aid your fight against the revival.” Kougaiji fell silent as he waited for Sanzo’s answer. He didn’t know why he hadn’t considered this option years ago. Double-crossing the bitch that sat on the throne would be one of the best moments of his life.

“You’ve got to be joking.”

Kougaiji’s head jerked up at the priest’s monotone statement. “What?”


“Who needs your help?” Sanzo sneered. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but so far we’ve done fine without your help. So why would we need it now?”

Behind him Kougaiji felt Dokugakuji take a deep breath, presumably to retort to Sanzo, and he jerked a hand to indicate that the brunette should stay silent. He wasn’t going to beg the pissy bastard.

“Now Sanzo, I think you are being a little quick to answer,” Hakkai remarked, standing and moving across to the group. “I believe that their help could be beneficial to us.”

“Hakkai …” Sanzo’s voice was a low growl.

Hakkai smiled eerily as he answered. “Yes, Sanzo?”

There was a pause and then a sigh of defeat. “What exactly do you mean?”

“Well consider the many options. First of all, they know the castle well and could provide us directions. Whereas we could flounder around looking for the right chamber for goodness knows how long. In addition, I’m sure there are a few back entrances that not many people know about and Kougaiji could help us sneak in through. Second, it could be very helpful having someone who can command the troops to be in a different part of the castle whilst we are in another.” Hakkai continued to smile and Kougaiji felt a small shiver make its way up his spine. “Those are a couple of reasons. There are more, but I’d rather not bore you with them right now.”

“Fine. Fine. We’ll join forces. But if anything goes wrong because of this it’ll be your ass on the line.”

“Naturally,” Hakkai inclined his head politely and then turned to move away, throwing Kougaiji a quick wink.

Goku jumped up with a grin his golden eyes shining brightly. “So we’re actually gonna fight with Kougaiji now?! Cool!”

“Yes, we are, monkey.” Sanzo stubbed out the end of his cigarette. “You mentioned sutras binding your mother. Do you know what they look like?”

“Well… they’re kind of ...” Kougaiji’s mind scrambled as he tried to figure out how to describe them. There was more than one type?

Dokugakuji cleared his throat. “If anyone has a piece of paper and something to draw with, I can show you.”

As Hakkai produced the items from his bag- seriously, was that man prepared for any event? - the prince spun to stare incredulously at his guard. As Dokugakuji drew the picture, the gaze gradually turned from incredulous to amazed. With stunning accuracy the brunette had depicted the room that his mother was sealed in.

“Good, isn’t he?” Gojyo’s lazy drawl filtered into Kougaiji’s ear and he turned his head to look at the other redhead. “He’s always been able to do it. Really used to piss me off as a kid.”

Kougaiji nodded dumbly and then once more watched Dokugakuji. Who knew that such big hands could draw with such delicacy and detail?

“There,” Dokugakuji rumbled about fifteen minutes later, handing the picture over to Sanzo.

The priest’s expression didn’t change as he stared at the paper, but when his purple gaze raised, Kougaiji swore he could see a trace a pity in them. “I can’t say until I actually see the sutras in person, but if your guard’s drawing is accurate, I think these are permanent binding sutras. Whoever told you this could be undone was lying.”

Whoever told you this could be undone was lying. The words tumbled around in Kougaiji’s head and he let out a guttural roar. Somebody was going to pay.

***

Until the end of the final battle, Kougaiji’s anger was what kept him going. And the anger infused him right up until the moment that he managed to remove Gyokumen’s heart with his own hand.

When Sanzo had confirmed that his mother could never be revived and Kougaiji had become very withdrawn, snapping at people and generally feeling very bitter. It was then the sorrow had set in, and it was only the necessity of his new-found position that kept him going. Sanzo had declared that he should rule over the demons and that he’d tell the Sanbutsushin where to stick it if they disagreed with his decision. The need to make sure that his people could come back from the Minus Wave and that they could once again start living in peace with humans drove Kougaiji to bury himself in work. When he’d finally stopped grieving, he couldn’t help but feel he’d damaged his relationship with many. Dokugakuji included.

Speaking of relationships…

“Lirin! Where the hell are you going? At least stay in the castle… Lirin!!” His only answer was a delighted giggle as his sister slipped out of the castle doors. Kougaiji swore and started to run to catch up with her.

Once outside, Kougaiji looked around and saw a bright flash of orange moving into the forest and started running after it, cursing slightly under his breath. It wasn’t that he wasn’t fit anymore, he’d just slipped behind on his training over the past few months, the redhead assured himself. When he moved into the forest the demon king groaned, it felt like his was being led on a wild goose chase.

Being led. Kougaiji stopped in his tracks. Was his sister leading him somewhere? Turning, he noticed that he’d lost sight of Lirin again, and grumbling, he jogged forward a couple of steps to find himself in a clearing. He only had a moment to take in a shock of bight colours when:

“SURPRISE!”

“Waaah!” Kougaiji jumped and felt his jaw drop as he took in the decorated clearing and the group of smiling faces staring at him. “What is going on?”

Lirin bounced up and poked him on the nose. “You’ve been so stuffy and working so hard recently, big brother. We wanted to give you a chance to relax. And we knew you couldn’t do that back in that boring castle.”

“My Lord, I’m sorry if you are not pleased.” Yaone bowed. “But we have all been worried about you.”

A large arm was thrown around his shoulders. “Come on, Kou let’s have a good time for a few hours,” Dokugakuji grinned down at him.

Kougaiji smiled at the three people dearest to him in the world and set about enjoying the gathering. Several people were present including the castle cook, the butler, and the head maid. Because he’d never taken on the airs of a prince, Kougaiji had quickly won over the hearts of the staff of Hontou castle; they were all loyal and would do anything for him.

Two hours later Kougaiji was laughing with one of the guards about a trick he’d pulled as a child that had ended up covering the poor man in flour. As he drew away from the conversation to go get another drink, the redhead looked around and frowned when he noticed that Dokugakuji was missing.

As Yaone walked past him Kougaiji caught her arm and drew her close. “Do you have any idea where Doku has gone?”

The woman glanced around and then shook her head. “I’m sorry My Lord, but I have no idea.”

“Very well.” Where would he have gone? Wasn’t this all partly his idea?

It was about half an hour later when it started to get dark and Kougaiji declared that he was grateful to them all, but maybe they’d best start to clear up before it the sun set completely. An hour later Kougaiji was smiling at the last few people before wearily heading up the stairs. It had been fun and now he was exhausted, but first there was one thing he had to do.

“Doku?” he called as he knocked on the door of the other’s bedroom. “You in there?” The door creaked open slightly and Kougaiji poked his head in. The large guard wasn’t in there, but there was a damp quality to the air the indicated that Dokugakuji had recently been there showering. Swallowing his disappointment, the redhead started to move to his own room, located just a few doors down. He could always speak to the other man tomorrow.

Kougaiji sighed and slipped into his room, locking the door behind him. As he turned to face the bed, Kougaiji’s jaw dropped and he suddenly felt numb all over. There lying on his bed was Dokugakuji with one leg bent, the other lazily hanging over the side, and he was gloriously naked.

“Doku!” he exclaimed. “What … I.” Words failed him as his guard got off the bed and moved towards him with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

“One last relaxation technique, Kou.” A broad smile came onto Dokugakuji’s face as a hand dipped to cup Kougaiji’s groin. “You really are far too tense.”

If I wasn’t before I am now, Kougaiji thought wildly as his head spun.

Before he could say another word the dark head dipped and Kougaiji found his lips caught in a tender kiss. With a soft, surprised moan the redhead parted his lips opening himself up to Dokugakuji.

The other man drew back and looked down with a serious look in his eyes. “If you don’t want this Kou, this is the time to tell me ‘cause I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop.”

Kougaiji let out a feral growl, tugging Dokugakuji back down and kissing him hard on the lips.

“I want you so badly,” The demon king mumbled against the brunette’s skin and started to nibble at a surprisingly full bottom lip. He didn’t know what had brought this on, but there was no way that Kougaiji was going to let this opportunity pass him by.

Before he knew it, a slick tongue had found its way past Kougaiji’s parted lips and was exploring his mouth. Letting out a low purr at the back of his throat, the redhead quickly slid his tongue to tangle with Dokugakuji’s, taking in the other’s unique taste. He could feel his pants tighten dramatically and as he was pulled up against a hard muscled body. Kougaiji groaned at the feeling of his erection rubbing against harsh denim. Melding himself closer to Dokugakuji, the shorter male ever so slowly ran his hands up the broad back, his claws scraping just enough to scratch the skin. With a low hiss the brunette drew away and looked down at him with lust-darkened eyes.

“I don’t see how this situation is fair. I’m completely naked while you’re still fully dressed,” The guard moaned.

Kougaiji smirked. “Well if you have a problem with that, you’d better rectify it.” He flipped his hair over his shoulder and shrugged elegantly, ignoring how his cock begged for release.

“You little tease.”

As soon as the low growl left Dokugakuji’s mouth he had moved the short distance between them and was tugging off Kougaiji’s leather jacket. Soon the garment was crumpled on the floor, and strong hands were tracing lightly muscled arms. The was barely-skimming touch over his skin which broke the demon king out in goose pimples. Ever so slowly those hands made their way downwards to grasp the bottom of Kougaiji’s white tank top to pull it upwards, the redhead obligingly lifting his arms to aid in its removal. When his torso was bared he could hear Dokugakuji let out a soft breath of appreciation, which bolstered Kougaiji’s ego. Then he found himself being gently led to the bed and when the brunette sat on the edge of the mattress he was positioned in between the other’s legs.

“When did you get this done?” Dokugakuji asked hoarsely while tugging on the metal ring in Kougaiji’s left nipple.

“A while ago. Just after I became king,” he confessed suppressing a groan.

Dokugakuji moaned and leant forwards. “I like it. I like it a lot.” His mouth closed over the nipple and his tongue flicked the ring. Kougaiji let out a roar at the touch, his hands coming up to rest on wide shoulders and clenching, drawing small pinpricks of blood. The piercing was fairly new and still very sensitive. He had had no idea that playing with it would have such an effect on him. His cock pulsed, reminding him that it was still captive, and the redhead tilted his hips forward hoping the other would get the message.

Apparently, Dokugakuji understood what the movement meant but didn’t reply in the way in which Kougaiji thought he would. “Nah-uh, I’m not finished playing here yet.” His hand reached up and tweaked Kougaiji’s right nipple, making it harden instantly. “I haven’t loved every inch of you possible yet.”

The hot mouth landed on his chest once again, nipping and sucking at every available bit of skin, and Kougaiji knew he’d be littered with marks when the morning came. Not that he minded, in fact, he rather liked the idea of being marked by Dokugakuji.

“Lord, Kou, how do you keep your skin so soft?” the brunette murmured as he nuzzled into the other’s stomach, causing the muscles to jump.

An elegant hand threaded its way through the dark hair. “Comes from growing up as a pampered prince, I guess.”

Dokugakuji drew back slightly. “Don’t talk rubbish. You were a neglected child. Never treated as well as you should have been, and I’m damn well going to make sure you get back that love in tenfold.”

Violet eyes filled with tears at the kind words, even as the zipper to his jeans was slowly lowered and a hand fished into the denim to draw out his arousal.

“Tut tut. What a naughty demon king you are, going commando. What would your subjects think?”

Kougaiji grinned as the more sentimental moment was lost. “Well I’m not sure about my subjects in general, but I’m hoping that at least one of them has plans to ravish me.”

“I think that can be arranged,” Dokugakuji smirked and lapped at the tip of Kougaiji’s cock causing the redhead’s world to spin dramatically and his fingers to clasp once more at the brunette’s shoulders.

With a final push, Kougaiji’s jeans pooled to the floor and he stepped out of them, blindly kicking them behind him. Bronze flesh darkened with an embarrassed flush as Dokugakuji simply stared at him.

“What?” he snapped.

“You’re too skinny. You should eat more.” A lopsided grin came onto Dokugakuji’s face as Kougaiji’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Is that all?”

“No. You’re also very beautiful.” Violet eyes widened as Kougaiji was tugged forwards to sit on one of Dokugakuji’s thighs and he let out a little ‘oof’ of surprise at the sudden movement. “I could stare at you all day.”

“I’m not a woman,” The redhead whined, wiggling slightly but freezing as a large hand started to stroke his erection.

“No you’re not,” Dokugakuji agreed his voice lower than normal. Kougaiji groaned as lips descended on his once more and he melted into the kiss. He felt tingles run through his whole body, making him even harder, though it didn’t seem possible. The pure want that he felt for Dokugakuji took his breath away. Kougaiji had never felt anything like it before.

Slowly the brunette moved them so that they were lying on the bed, Kougaiji loosely pinned beneath the larger man. One hand stroked up and down his body and Kougaiji almost came undone when Dokugakuji’s hand brushed over his pelvic bone. He’d never known that it could be such an erogenous spot. The man’s other hand moved up and grabbed something from next to the pillow, and Kougaiji heard the distinctive sound of a cap popping open.

“Confident, weren’t you?” he muttered, breaking the kiss. “What made you so sure I wasn’t going to turn you down?”

Dokugakuji groaned loudly. “Kou, for once, stop thinking! Let the brain inside that pretty head of yours relax and just feel.”

Before Kougaiji could even think of a reply the brunette once again flicked his nipple ring with his tongue and started to kiss his way down the bronzed body. Gently, Dokugakuji coaxed Kougaiji to bend his knees and firmly plant his feet on the bed, opening him totally to the other’s gaze and touch.

Kougaiji yelped as a lube-slicked finger started to probe his entrance, but was soothed by a soft kiss placed on his inner thigh. “That’s cold,” he half-heartedly complained, but his only answer was for Dokugakuji to smoothly slide his whole finger in. The finger pumped in and out of him a couple of times, the redhead’s body easily accepting the digit causing him to gasp and moan loudly. Soon a second finger started to work its way in, and Kougaiji held his breath at the sensation.

“Relax Kou,” Dokugakuji’s voice rumbled from the vicinity of his thighs and as Kougaiji let out a long exhale the second finger slid in. The fingers bent within him and the smaller man screamed as they brushed over his prostate, his vision briefly going white.

The fingers continued to stretch him, driving Kougaiji mad, and just as he thought he could stand it no more, they were suddenly removed. He whined at the loss, but the noise was cut off as he felt something blunt probing at his entrance that was a lot bigger than just two fingers.

“Doku?” his voice came out a weak quaver that he hated, but quickly Dokugakuji’s hand was cupping his face, stroking gently.

“It’s okay Kou. I’m here.” The hand moved down and before he knew what was happening, Kougaiji felt nimble fingers dancing along his pelvis causing him to gasp with pleasure. Dokugakuji used the distraction to slide all the way into Kougaiji, seating himself deeply within his king’s body.

“Merciful Goddess, you are so tight and hot, Kou! You feel so damn good wrapped around my cock.” Dokugakuji’s breath hissed out between his teeth.

Kougaiji clenched his eyes against the burning sensation spreading up from his ass and bit out, “That was a cheap trick. Ah, just don’t… don’t move for a moment.”

“Whatever you want, beautiful.” True to his word Dokugakuji kept his hips perfectly still, just scattering kisses all over Kougaiji’s body until one by one the smaller man’s muscles began to relax. Finally, the burning began to subside and the redhead tentatively rocked his hips, a gasp falling from his lips at the pleasurable feeling.

“Oh that feels good,” he murmured, staring up at his lover with wide eyes.

Dokugakuji dropped a soft kiss on his lips. “And it’s only gonna get better.” The brunette drew halfway out of him and then slid back in. Kougaiji groaned as the angle meant that the head of Dokugakuji’s cock pressed firmly against his prostate. It took a few awkward thrusts before the pair of them starting moving in harmony, and as that happened, Kougaiji swore that he lost his mind. The only real solid thing in his world was Dokugakuji, and he clung onto him as though he would die without him. He was faintly aware of gasping out ‘harder’ ‘faster,’ both of which the brunette complied with until their hips were meeting with a loud slap, sweat sticking the skin together briefly before drawing away and the process starting again.

It could have been minutes or it could have been hours; Kougaiji had lost all sense of time, but it felt all too soon that he was moaning out a warning. “Doku. I’m sorry, I’m going to come! I can’t hold back any longer.”

“Come for me Kou. I’m almost there. I wanna see you.” Dokugakuji’s hips snapped into his one last time and the large body tensed. Kougaiji roared as he felt hot come splash inside him and he arched backwards as he came, his release spilling over his belly. The moment seemed to last for an eternity and then both bodies loosened, coming to a rest on the bed.

Kougaiji’s breath left him in harsh pants and he had no strength to do anything other than run his hands through Dokugakuji’s hair where the other man’s head rested on his chest.

“That was amazing,” he finally managed to get out. Dokugakuji merely nodded in agreement and slowly drew away. Both men groaned at the loss of intimate contact and then the brunette padded away into Kougaiji’s bathroom, returning with a damp cloth. Lethargically, he cleaned them both up, and then threw the cloth in the general direction of the bathroom before crawling back into bed and pulling the redhead up against his side.

“Sleep time,” Dokugakuji rasped, his voice slurred with exhaustion. Kougaiji nodded and curled into the large body, slumber quickly carrying him away.

***

The next morning Kougaiji woke slowly, stretching languidly in his bed and then frowned as he realised he was alone. He sat up swiftly and looked around. The sheets next to him were cool, indicating that Dokugakuji had been gone for a while. Biting back the feeling of being hurt, the redhead swung his legs to get out of bed and then hissed as his lower back seized up.

“I think a hot shower is called for,” he murmured to himself before he gingerly made his way towards the bathroom, collecting the discarded cloth on his way, and dumping it in the sink.

After his shower, Kougaiji felt much better. His back had stopped hurting and he was thinking more clearly about Dokugakuji’s disappearance. A glance at his clock told him that it was almost nine in the morning. It wouldn’t be surprising if the brunette was already training the troops.

Making his way downstairs, Kougaiji was quickly trapped by his various advisors telling him what he needed to do that day and what important meetings he had to attend. Before he knew it, it was time for lunch and Kougaiji gave a sigh of relief as he saw Dokugakuji filter into the dining hall with some other advisors and move up the table to take his rightful place by the king’s left hand side.

“Hello Doku,” he murmured, suddenly feeling shy. It was stupid, really, after what they’d done last night, but Kougaiji couldn’t help himself.

“Your Majesty,” Dokugakuji replied with a curt bow before sitting down.

Frowning, the redhead inquired, “Are you feeling alright?”

“Perfectly well, Your Majesty. Thank you for asking,” the large man gave an incline of his head.

All through the meal it was the same. Every attempt at conversation that Kougaiji made was blocked by Dokugakuji with an overly polite and formal response. As lunch came to an end, and the brunette left to continue with his duties, Kougaiji could only stare at his back with slight tears in his eyes. He didn’t understand what had happened.

However, as the afternoon wore on Kougaiji’s hurt quickly turned to rage. How dare Dokugakuji treat him this way! He’d done nothing to deserve it. Finally, he stood up and declared that he was leaving for the afternoon. The anger in his voice and the sparks flying around his hands were enough to convince people that they shouldn’t argue with him.

Kougaiji stormed out of the castle and made his way to the training grounds. He stood watching for a moment as Dokugakuji led a small group of men through a particular manoeuvre.

As the sequence came to an end, he roared, “Dokugakuji!” The brunette jumped and turned to face him. “You will accompany me to the library right this instant.”

Dokugakuji took one look at Kougaiji and quickly gave the men instructions before making his way over to his king. The redhead took care to keep his face impassive even as his insides churned horribly. He had no idea how this encounter was going to end, but he was fed up with the pair of them dancing around one another. It had been going on for too long and the events of the prior night had just brought the whole thing to a climax. The redhead almost smirked at his own unintended pun, but was feeling too miserable.

The pair of them made their way in silence to the library and Kougaiji locked the door behind them before making his way to one of the plush armchairs and gingerly seating himself in it.

“Right, Dokugakuji. Would you care to tell me what the hell is going on?”

The brunette stood to attention and stared straight ahead. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Kougaiji bit his lip to keep his temper from exploding. “I mean, why are you giving me the cold shoulder after last night? Why were you gone from my bed this morning?”

“I believe I am simply treating you with the respect that a King deserves.” Dokugakuji replied in a monotone.

Ah so that’s what this is about, Kougaiji thought, finally understanding. Now that he looked closer he could see a fine tremor making its way through his guard. “And didn’t it occur to you that I may want my lover to treat me as a lover?”

Grey eyes finally focused on his face. “And am I your lover? Can you stand to carry on with someone like me who is so beneath you?” Dokugakuji swallowed thickly. “I’m not worthy to be …”

Kougaiji cut him off by quickly rising and kissing him gently. “Don’t you think it’s up to me to decide who I want as my lover? I didn’t turn you away last night and I never will. I can’t think of anyone more worthy of my love than you, Doku. You’ve stood by me when I was alone. You’ve cared for me when there has been no one else around. You’ve been my best friend for years.”

“You love me?” Dokugakuji choked out.

“Yes, you moron.” Kougaiji sighed. “I know my speech was improvised, but I had hoped that you’d figure out that I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

Suddenly the redhead found himself in a bone crushing hug, and Dokugakuji was talking rapidly into his neck. “I never thought I’d hear you say that, Kou. I’ve been mad about you for ages, but never thought you’d even consider me. I love you so damn much, Kou.”

Kougaiji laughed and Dokugakuji drew back, confusion in his eyes. “We’ve both been idiots for a while. Now do you think that you can cut the ‘Your Majesty’ crap? You don’t have to call me by some stupid nickname, but my name would be nice. I want everyone to know you’re special to me.”

“I think I can do that for you Kou,” Dokugakuji agreed, his eyes shining. He drew his lover close once more and they shared a soft kiss, both glad that they finally understood each other, both completely content to find themselves entwined in each other’s arms.