Chain

Title: Chain
Author: Despina
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Sanzo/Homura/Kougaiji
Disclaimer: Not my characters – I’m only borrowing from the wonderful Kazuya Minekura.
Summary: An unfortunate accident ends with Sanzo/Homura/Kougaiji locked up together. Homura has an idea to stop their boredom.
Warnings: Smut galore. Bigtime OOC. Incredibly lame plot device.
Author's notes: Written for xcerpted as part of valentine_smut over on Livejournal. Gigantic thanks go to Aja for her awesome beta skills.


Chain


In a fit of helpless anger, Sanzo pointed and emptied his gun at the locked and chained door. Kougaiji rolled flat onto the floor, hoping the ricocheting bullets didn’t find purchase in his flesh. Homura sat against one wall, his knees drawn to his chest, an air of unperturbed calm surrounding him.

“Really, Konzan,” Homura said with a wry smile on his lips, “must you always be so dramatic?”

“I told you to stop calling me that!” Sanzo aimed his gun at Homura’s chakra, staring down the war god’s mismatched eyes.

“Give it a rest, Sanzo!” Kougaiji sat up as he spoke. “We all know what we are up against and firing bullets will not help our situation.” The gun moved and Kougaiji found himself in Sanzo’s sites. His voice evened out when he returned the amethyst-colored stare. “I know you want to, but killing us will not help the situation either. Besides, I believe you are out of bullets.”

“Tch.” Sanzo said dismissively. After a moment, he lowered his gun and sat down, glowering at everything and nothing in particular.

Two days before, Sanzo, Homura and Kougaiji had stumbled onto each other inside the remains of some ancient ruins. Predictably, they immediately began fighting over Sanzo’s scroll, however, this time they triggered a trap that landed them in their god-proof, demon-proof and bulletproof cell. Two days. At least Sanzo thought that was about the amount of time they’d been here, locked in this small space of one main room and a bathroom. They had ample food and water to keep them alive but no one brought it, the stuff simply materialized.

The place was clearly a holding cell and a very good one. Homura had hypothesized their prison was made with old, forgotten magic, something powerful enough to keep a god restrained. If their prison was that powerful, they each wondered how they ever get out.

“Do you really think She’s behind it?” Kougaiji turned towards Homura’s bemused features. “What more can you tell us about Her?”

Homura raised an eyebrow. “About Kanzeon Bosatsu?”

“Merciful Goddess my ass,” Sanzo said with a muttered snarl.

“Now, Konzen, what kind of way is that to speak of your aunt? Although, technically She’s not strictly a she so perhaps She is both your aunt and uncle.”

“Shut up!” Sanzo shouted. Sanzo wanted to deny Homura’s accusations, but he couldn’t. With all the confrontations his associates and he had with gods, he was beginning to believe something had happened in a past life. His thoughts made him furious.

Homura’s smile widened, knowing he was getting under Sanzo’s skin. Call him Sanzo or Konzen, by either name, he remained refreshingly similar, amusingly easy to rile. There was an angry eroticism burning inside him, a fiery passion that never failed to keep Homura interested, in many ways. “She was quite fond of you in Heaven. She was also particularly indulgent of Goku.”

Sanzo twitched when Homura said the monkey’s name. The fact that so many gods knew about Goku also lent credence to Homura’s words about Sanzo’s time in heaven.

“So what happened, Sanzo, did you make Her mad or something?” Kougaiji smirked. “You must have done something good to get us in this predicament.”

“What makes you so certain it was me?” Sanzo reached for a cigarette and then stopped himself. He was painfully aware of how few he had remaining and he was on his last pack. “Our situation may not have anything to do with the Merciful Goddess or gods in general. Maybe we were just unlucky.”

Homura’s voice was lilting and teasing when he said, “That is true, nothing is certain. Although with her, you can never tell. She’s probably looking for entertainment.”

Sanzo chewed on his lip. For some reason, Homura’s summary rang true.

“I hate gods,” Kougaiji said and gave Homura a cool look. “Even pretty ones.”

“Even if I am one, I concur with your assessment of gods, as does Kon… ah, I mean Sanzo.” Homura said with a smile. He straightened out his long legs and then crossed them at his ankles, the chain connecting his wrists clattered softly with his movements. “However, while I’d like to get us out of this situation, I’m afraid I’ve been trumped on this one, gentleman. The construction and material used in the making of my fashionable chains is identical to the lock on that door. I couldn’t get us out if I wanted to.”

Kougaiji’s eyes narrowed. “Are you saying you want to be in here?”

Homura shrugged. “We’ve only been here for a short time. So far, being in here is more interesting than being out there.”

Sanzo glared at him.

Homura stood up and stretched, raising his shackled wrists over his head and exposing his solid, well-defined stomach. “I’ve been imprisoned for long stretches of time. I’ve had to learn extreme reserves of patience, Sanzo. Besides, I’ve had worse looking cellmates over the years.”

Kougaiji chewed on his lip, wondering about the god sitting in his presence while gazing at Homura’s patch of tantalizingly exposed flesh. His soft-spoken words were always so full of innuendo, Kou couldn’t help but wonder if Homura wasn’t serious with his propositions. The way his hungry eyes followed Sanzo and him certainly made Homura’s words seem true. In actuality, his advances didn’t bother Kougaiji, but he was amused to watch Sanzo grapple with their persistent admirer. Besides, Kou had to agree with Homura, Sanzo was a lot of fun to tease. Kougaiji wondered if Sanzo was passionate in everything he did.

“Are you bored, Kougaiji?” Homura’s voice was almost a purr. “Would you like to alleviate your ennui?”

Kougaiji smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

Homura materialized in front of him and then dropped to his knees, their faces were only centimeters apart. “I think you know.”

“Well, since you are always fucking with me, I wouldn’t mind fucking you for a change.” Kougaiji’s smile widened.

“Is that right?” Homura’s eyes twinkled. “I might be able to accommodate your wish.”

With those few words from Homura, Kougaiji was hard. “Are you serious? You’d let me?”

Homura nodded, his fingers lightly danced along the curve of Kou’s cheek. “I’m very serious. Do not confuse being on the bottom with being weak. There is as much power in giving pleasure as in receiving it, perhaps more. I suspect you are not opposed with giving, and perhaps we will have enough time…”

Kougaiji didn’t resist the kiss, his body already burned with his demonic desire, but he did wonder at Homura’s gentleness. His sexual experience with men had been mostly with Nii, and that was… violent and twisted. This tenderness was completely different and quite intriguing.

Sanzo watched them, more out of horror than interest, glimpsing tongues and salvia as their kissing intensified. Homura pressed Kougaiji onto his back while parting Kou’s jacket, his pale fingers caressing bronze skin. Sanzo decided to ignore them, but then Kougaiji moaned disrupting his intentions. “Hey!” He shouted. “Go somewhere else to do that.”

Homura broke their kiss and hovered over a breathless Kou. “And where would that be? This is the only room we have other than our tiny bathroom.” He smiled. “Are you jealous, Sanzo?”

Sanzo hissed his words. “Fuck you.”

“That could be arranged, you know.” His words were a rumbling invitation. “After Kougaiji, of course. Although, I think I’d rather have you. You are just begging for it.”

Raising his gun, Sanzo glared at him. “Try it.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I will.” Homura raised his hand. Although his powers did not work to get them free, they still worked in every other way.

Sanzo’s gun dropped from his fingers. He remained sitting with his back against the room wall, but now he found he could not move. He tried to swear, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. He tried to raise his hands or move his feet, but invisible restraints held him in place. All he could do was glare and watch.

Slowly and deliberately, Homura removed Kougaiji’s clothing. First sliding off the dark blue jacket baring Kougaiji’s toned chest, then the snug, low-slung pants, leaving Kou’s naked body stretched out on a futon. Homura set about learning Kou’s body. Fingers trailed over feverish skin, lightly teasing Kou’s hard nipples, dipping into his navel and tickling his hipbones. Kou moaned and raised into Homura’s touch, his rigid cock aching for contact.

Homura paused and Kou’s thick metal necklace disappeared, cool metal replaced by warm lips and sharp teeth. “See, isn’t that better?” Homura murmured into Kou’s ear.

Kougaiji’s answer was to roll Homura onto his back. He tugged at Homura’s pants, his body burning with his need for fulfillment, his demonic sexual delirium taking hold. Homura helped, lifting his hips, a knowing smirk gracing his expression when Kougaiji gazed at his impressive erection. Well, he is a god, Kou thought while he settled between Homura’s opened legs. He pushed up Homura’s skin-tight shirt, realizing with irritation that Homura’s manacles would make it impossible to remove. Finally, in his growing impatience, Kougaiji simply tore the garment from his soon-to-be lover.

Homura chuckled, sensing Kougaiji’s building desire. He was feeling his own rising lust and a need to hurry Kougaiji. A bottle of lubricant appeared in Kou’s hand and the demon, his sensibilities questionable with his fevered heat, gazed at Homura with confusion. “I’m not wild about pain.” Homura explained.

Kou nodded his understanding and opened the bottle. He covered his fingers with the slick stuff and without delay, he placed his fingers at Homura’s opening. He knew he should be gentle, but his lust wasn’t having it.

Homura tried to relax, acknowledging that Kougaiji’s control was essentially gone. He groaned with pain and pleasure when he felt a clawed finger ease carefully inside, at least he would get a little preparation. He could cheat, he knew, using his powers to make everything sweet and enjoyable. However, there was something enticing about Kougaiji’s barely contained wildness. The possibility of Kougaiji inflicting acute, but quickly passing pain, stayed Homura’s powers.

A second finger joined the first and then Kougaiji, hanging on to a modicum of sensitivity leaned over and licked the tip of Homura’s glistening cock, lapping at his precum. Homura moaned, his chain jingling when he eased his fingers through Kougaiji’s long, silky hair. He did enjoy a demon’s unpredictability!

Kou’s final tendrils of control snapped and he sat up, pulling his fingers from Homura’s body. He grabbed the bottle again, coated his fingers and then his erection. His pupils dilated when he lifted Homura’s right leg to his shoulder and placed his cock at Homura’s slicked entrance. Kougaiji pushed inside Homura’s taut passage with one thrust, causing them both to cry out.

Homura’s body arched with the searing, stretching invasion. The burning sensation dissipated, mingling and blurring with ecstasy while Kou stilled his body, allowing them both a moment to collect themselves. He sighed, embracing Kougaiji’s entrenchment, reveling in the physical filling bliss. “Yes,” he panted, shifting his hips and coaxing Kougaiji to move.

Sanzo watched the passionate scene before him while trying not to watch. He desperately hung on to his angry indifference, but his body betrayed him, and his cock was achingly hard. Until the last year or so, he hadn’t considered engaging in sexual activity with another human being. Not until Goku had come of age and Sanzo had started to notice the young man in ways other than brotherly. Sanzo refused to press the matter, keeping himself away from Goku for fear of stepping beyond acceptable limits. He was always certain to be alone when he indulged in pleasuring himself. He could wait until Goku’s hunger turned to something other than food.

Goku. Thoughts of his limber companion fueled his gathering desire. His attention returned to his two cellmates, locked in physical gratification. They weren’t forcing him to do anything he didn’t want to. Sure, Homura had bound him initially, but the restraints had faded after a few minutes. Neither Homura nor Kougaiji had touched or coerced him. All they were guilty of was giving him a wonderful show and an open invitation to join them.

Now, completely of his own volition, he observed Kougaiji’s long, hard cock move in and out of Homura’s sweat-slick and willing body, apparently pleasing both of them. Kougaiji closed his eyes and panted with his thrusts while Homura kept time, raising his hips to meet each stroke with a collision of flesh on flesh. Sanzo found himself studying Kougaiji’s darker skin, the lovely marks on his face and his long, lean body. Often they had deliberately saved one another; in the end, did one night of lust matter?

Kougaiji was close to coming. Homura’s body was warm and snug and when he twisted his hips, Kou had to concentrate in order to hold his orgasm at bay. While Kougaiji continued to thrust inside his lover’s tense body, he could not resist touching Homura’s raging hard on, wet from a generous accumulation of pre-cum. Kou was impressed and amazed by the length and girth of Homura’s cock. His intent was so absolute, so focused on both Homura’s body and not coming, he was surprised when he smelled cigarette smoke.

Glancing up, he saw Sanzo watching them, his normal, defiant look replaced with something else. Dilated pupils in Sanzo’s violet-colored eyes filled with longing. Kou’s steady pounding slowed, his hand gliding along Homura’s raised leg and finally gripping his ankle. When his gaze on Sanzo moved lower, Kougaiji's thrusts paused completely and he closed eyes, trying to regain control, but it was too late. The sight of Sanzo’s hard cock was more stimulation than Kou could endure. His body tensed and he spilled his orgasm inside of Homura while exhaling with a low cry. Panting and spent, Kougaiji rolled off Homura but remained acutely aware of Sanzo.

Homura’s interest was peaked and he turned his head, staring with enthusiastic curiosity, at Sanzo’s exposed erection. He smiled and asked, “Would you like to join us, Sanzo?”

Sanzo finished his cigarette and stood, peeling off his jeans. “This doesn’t mean I like either of you bastards. If anyone tries to kiss me, I’ll kill him.” He moved to the pair, stepped over Homura’s prone form and folded himself down, knees resting on either side of the war-god’s head. Sanzo pressed his twitching, rigid and wet-tipped cock towards Homura’s mouth. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Homura smiled and then opened his mouth, taking Sanzo’s erection completely down his throat. Sanzo shuddered on top of him. Warm, strong hands caressed his wrists, shackles making a pleasant jangling sound. He pulled his lips away and said with a smile, “Ah, you taste like I always knew you would, bitter and spicy.”

“Shut up and suck,” Sanzo commanded, stuffing his cock back into Homura’s open mouth. He leaned forward, placing his weight on his hands, freeing up his hips so he could fuck Homura’s mouth in earnest. Homura was good, he had to give him that, taking him completely in without any hesitation and driving him closer to bliss. Homura was so good that when he flipped him onto his back, Sanzo didn’t even complain.

Kougaiji watched the other two with interest, fascinated when Homura’s mouth covered Sanzo’s cock. He was more captivated when Sanzo fell into a rhythm, his hips lifting with each downward stroke of Homura’s mouth. Kou felt his own lust returning, ascending with ever-increasing intensity. He stood, making his way to the small bathroom and their shower to wash off. Homura would not last forever and when he was sated, Kougaiji wanted nothing more than to have a chance at that surly piece of ass himself. Maybe even before Homura finished. As long as Sanzo’s gun wasn’t close enough for the monk to grab…

Tasting Sanzo’s tangy sharpness was heady business, Homura decided. In fact, fucking Sanzo was far more intense than he had imagined. He could feel the changes in his temporary lover’s body, Sanzo’s tensing muscles, his audible sighs, and his amazing responsiveness. Homura’s hand replaced his mouth and his tongue moved lower, teasing and lapping at Sanzo’s sac. He eased his lips over one of Sanzo’s balls, gently sucking while a god-produced lubricated finger caressed the sensitive patch of flesh just underneath.

Sanzo nearly cried out with the intimate touch on his perineum. Although Homura’s fondling bordered on unacceptable, Sanzo could not deny the contact felt good. Homura’s fingertip dipped lower, brushing at his entrance, dipping shallowly inside. Sanzo’s tried to get his thought processes to realign themselves. He should not allow Homura’s teasing invasion to continue. He should be ranting and reaching for his gun, not moaning when Homura’s hot, wet mouth closed over his aching erection and sucked. He should not open his legs wider when his inside thigh was nudged, allowing that prick of a god better access to plunder him. That vile, trespassing finger slid deeper inside but just as Sanzo was about to protest, Homura rubbed against his prostate. Instead of threatening complaints, all that Sanzo could muster was a gasping growl while his toes curled.

Kougaiji was still drying off when he reemerged from his shower, but in spite of his haste, when he took in the scene before him, his steps paused. He would have never thought, not in his wildest erotic dreams, that Sanzo would be so wantonly sexy. Sanzo’s legs were wide-open, granting Homura complete access. Wanting a better view, Kou moved closer and saw one of Homura’s long fingers moving inside the moaning priest. Kou shook his head. What he was watching didn’t seem real.

Homura slipped a second finger inside Sanzo, only to hear a satisfied sigh. He thought that Goku was a very lucky heretic, indeed. “Sanzo, are you ready?”

“Not like this,” Sanzo responded, his normal defiance still present, but somewhat diluted. “I don’t want to have to look at your face.”

Laughing, Homura pulled his fingers from Sanzo’s quivering, sweating and needy body. Of course, Sanzo would try his best, even at this moment, to deny his weakness. “Whatever you wish.” He watched Sanzo roll onto his stomach and then raise himself to his hands and knees. With only a thought, Homura anointed his own erection with lubricant and carefully aimed his throbbing cock towards Sanzo’s loosened opening. He pressed forward, feeling a tight ring resist his insertion.

Sanzo inhaled, feeling pain mixed with pleasure when his muscles stretched beyond their normal limits. He hated this. He hated Homura and Kougaiji. He hated their prison and he hated, more than anything, that he was actually enjoying this. Shame and desire mingled together, and lines between those concepts clouded. He hated wanting this and he hated Homura for taking too long. He threw his hips violently backwards, impaling himself completely on Homura’s impressive cock.

Homura caught his breath and then molded himself against Sanzo’s back, fingers digging into Sanzo’s hips to still him. He was nestled deep inside Sanzo’s snug passage, and he did not for wish the moment to end too soon. He whispered, “I’ve dreamed of this for so long, Konzen. Please do not fight me and hurt yourself.” Unhurriedly, Homura rotated his hips and was pleased to note that Sanzo’s moan was one of enjoyment, and not of discomfort.

Kougaiji watched Homura’s curious gentleness. This was not rape or violence; sweet caresses and dulcet tones intermingled with steady and deliberate fucking led Kou to believe Homura was acting on centuries of denied desire. Even so, Kougaiji felt he had watched long enough. He moved to kneel in front of Sanzo, his hand pausing before he touched silky, soft blond locks.

“You and your scroll are the chain that binds all three of us together.”

Sanzo yanked his head away from Kougaiji’s touch, hating the honeyed words and tenderness. “Fuck off!”

Kou smiled and moved closer. “Those words are so like you, Sanzo.” He threaded his fingers through Sanzo’s hair and tugged his head level with Kougaiji’s erection. Kou felt his passion surge into uncontrollable demonic levels while he pressed his cock towards Sanzo’s mouth. “Now, no biting. Remember that I bite back.”

Homura chuckled. Kougaiji was either a crazy fool or had lost control of his demon side and was tempting fate. Either way, the show would not be bad. He shifted inside Sanzo’s taut ass, intentionally rubbing against a sensitive spot and causing Sanzo to gasp. Kougaiji took advantage of Sanzo’s opened mouth and pushed inside.

Sanzo was certain Kougaiji’s assault on his mouth would turn him off, but instead, his cock throbbed harder with painful neglect. For a minute, he did consider clamping down with his teeth, but the taste and feel of Kougaiji wasn’t terrible. Kougaiji’s bitter flavor was, in fact, intoxicating. Sanzo pushed back into Homura, urging him to move while stifling a whine in his throat; he needed relief.

Homura moved his hips, watched Kougaiji’s eyes slide shut in pleasure. “I suppose you want him when I’m done,” Homura asked.

“Hell, yes,” Kougaiji replied, while he thrust into Sanzo’s surprisingly willing mouth. His normally demon-slitted pupils dilated with rapture. “Hurry up.”

Homura would not hurry, but he did not think he would hold off much longer. He had yet to reach an orgasm, despite Kougaiji’s earlier pounding. His control was good, but seeing Sanzo’s lean body beneath him, Kougaiji’s earnest fucking of Sanzo’s mouth and his own cock sliding in and out of Sanzo’s tight ass was too much. He felt his euphoria build, felt his cock expand, heard Sanzo’s moan in reaction.

Kougaiji could tell Homura’s orgasm was close, his gentle thrusting picked up speed. Sanzo tried to pull away from him with a groan. Homura’s cock was large to begin with and Kou could only imagine what Sanzo was feeling as the war god neared his completion. Sloppy seconds or not, Kougaiji was anticipating his turn inside the monk.

Sanzo’s breath caught when Homura’s slick right hand closed over his erection. Teasing, fondling, watching and wanting for the past hour, Sanzo had experienced all these things. Homura’s stroking hand on his wet cock was more stimulation than he could endure. This time, he did pull free of Kougaiji and he growled, his fury at his weakness further fueling his orgasm.

Homura felt the warm wetness of Sanzo’s cum spilling over his hand. Even better, he felt Sanzo’s ass clench down on his cock and Homura’s control evaporated. Grabbing and gripping Sanzo’s slim hips, with his coming orgasm, Homura’s gentleness disappeared. His hips snapped quickly until he came with a strangled cry, vision doubling when he spilled inside a body he had only dreamed of for 500 years. “Konzen,” he whispered. When his spasms finally ceased, he pulled out of Sanzo’s pliant body and reluctantly made way for Kougaiji.

Kougaiji burned with need and there was no pause in his intentions. He pressed Sanzo flat on the futon, pulling one leg up while straddling the other. Kou shoved his straining cock inside, his thrusts rough and fast. Kougaiji had already come once so he felt he should have more mastery of his rising frenzy. He should last for while; at least that was what he wanted. Sanzo was under him, and this momentous instant in time needed special treatment. He leaned over, biting Sanzo’s shoulder while continuing his fevered onslaught.

Sanzo groaned with the bite, his pain coupled with Kougaiji’s steady, hard strokes reignited his lust and his erection’s quick return. He looked up, only to gaze into Homura’s interested features.

“Wait,” he said to Kougaiji who ignored him. Sanzo grabbed a fistful of long, red hair and yanked. “I said wait, you psycho rapist.”

This time, Kou paused. His confusion cleared when Homura exchanged a look with him. In answer, Kougaiji slipped his hands under Sanzo’s shoulders from behind and pulled. The movement brought Sanzo upright to his knees with his back crushed to Kougaiji’s chest. Their new position changed the angle of Kougaiji’s cock and Sanzo hissed with the jolting sensation. Kougaiji stifled an appreciative cry.

Homura moved, settling on his hands and knees in front of Sanzo but facing away. He chuckled at Kou before he said with a murmur, “The chain that links us, indeed. Your words were appropriate, Kougaiji.”

Sanzo had no intention of missing this opportunity. These bastards had fucked him raw and he wanted some revenge. He looked down, his rigid cock was magically covered with lubricant. “Fucking cheat,” he said and then drove himself deep inside Homura.

Wet, hot and tight. Sanzo tried to pummel Homura, but Kougaiji kept him in check, keeping his movements slow. He fought them, but they drove the pace, keeping him pinned between them. Each twisting, churning movement only caused pleasure for all three. When he would back out of Homura, Kougaiji’s cock would sink in farther. He hated loving it.

Homura captured Sanzo’s hand, placing it over his erection so that the two of them stroked Homura’s cock together. Homura’s breathy voice urged him on. “That’s good, just a little more.”

Sanzo could not endure the double assault, especially when Homura's passage tightened and Kougaiji’s cock expanded. He felt Homura’s sticky cum dripping down his hand and Kougaiji’s warm cum filling his ass. His body shook and his orgasm went on and on, like nothing else he had ever experienced in his life. He actually cried out and finally, he lost all his senses, and his world turned black.

Homura and Kougaiji untangled themselves from Sanzo’s now-limp body, gently laying him on the futon. Kougaiji sighed as he covered the cum-covered and bruised, but still beautiful body. He glanced over at an already clean and redressed Homura. Kougaiji’s suspicion grew and he asked, “Are we done now?”

“Yes. You can thank me at another time.” Homura leaned over and gently ran a finger down Sanzo’s cheek. “Sleep well, Konzen.” He straightened and disappeared.

The door to their prison opened.

“Clever, cheating bastard.” Kougaiji muttered before giving Sanzo's sleeping form one last, longing look. Then he darted from their erstwhile cell.


Hakkai, with Hakaryuu on his shoulder and Gojyo at his side entered the small chamber. He paused, taking in a futon with damp patches and hearing the soft hiss of a shower. Gojyo stood in the room’s center and turned a look of confused curiosity on his features.

“Hey, ‘Kai, do you think…” Gojyo did not articulate what he suspected. The thought was too incredible for words.

“Do I think… what?”

Gojyo’s eyes narrowed, they’d been together too long for this kind of game. “Don’t give me that innocent look, Mr. Keen-Olfactory-Sense. You smell it, too.”

Hakkai nodded. “Yes. The scent is rather distinctive.”

“I’ll say.” Gojyo looked around again. “You don’t think all three of them were in here, do you?”

Hakkai didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. They had seen not only Kougaiji’s troop, but Homura’s two companions as well. The three had to have been together.

“What are you losers doing here?” Sanzo asked, emerging from the bathroom only wearing his jeans.

“Losers?” Gojyo raised his voice. “We came here to save your unholy ass, you ungrateful piece of shit! We’ve been trying to get in here for almost three days.”

“Shut it. And give me one of your cigarettes.”

“Fuck off!” Gojyo shouted.

Hakkai smiled and tossed a pack of cigarettes at Sanzo, his own brand, of course. Hakkai had carried them during their long search. He understood that a cigarette deprived Sanzo could be very, very dangerous.

“Where’s Goku?” Sanzo asked while he fired up, inhaling deeply, reveling in his nicotine rush.

Gojyo and Hakkai glanced at one another. Finally Hakkai answered, “He saw Kougaiji and gave chase. He’ll probably be back shortly.”

Staring intently at Sanzo, Gojyo suddenly leaned forward and spread his fingers. Hakkai watched with growing interest, the pattern of Gojyo’s fingers and hand hovered over a series of bruises on Sanzo’s hip, just above his waistband. The bruise pattern and Gojyo’s hand matched perfectly. Someone had grabbed Sanzo with force.

On his hip and from behind.

Gojyo straightened and his fingers danced to a bite mark on Sanzo’s neck. “Looks like you had some nasty fun, your holiness.” Gojyo chuckled when Sanzo swatted at him. “You’d better let Hakkai fix those or Goku’s gonna go monkey-shit.”

“Yes. More than he already has.” Hakkai said, and he pursed his lips, unsure if he disapproved or not. Had Sanzo been raped? If so, he didn’t appear upset. He seemed normal, maybe almost serene for Sanzo. “Goku has been beside himself with worry.”

Sanzo ignored Hakkai’s barbed words while he smoked and dressed himself. He was looking forward to getting out of his prison. He was looking forward to seeing Goku. Maybe now he could control himself enough to… “Huh.”

Hakkai studied his friend. “Sanzo?”

Sanzo moved towards the exit.

“Hey, Sanzo!” Gojyo called after him.

Sanzo paused, already reaching for his fan.

Gojyo grinned. “How was it being on the bottom?”

“Gojyo!” Hakkai yelled but it was too late.

Instead of striking Gojyo with his fan, Sanzo simply stepped back and slammed the door shut.

Hakkai heard a series of complicated clicks. Fearing what the mechanical noises might signify, Hakkai hurriedly tested the heavy door. He could not open it.

“Shitty monk!” Gojyo shouted and kicked the door, bruising his toe in the process.

Hakkai turned and stared at Gojyo. “You never will learn.”

Gojyo sighed. “No. I should have waited a few minutes longer.”

“Yes.”

Hakaryuu keened and glared at Gojyo.

After a moment, Hakkai picked up the soiled futon, folded it and placed it aside. Then he inspected a different futon. Once he was satisfied the bedding was unused, he sat down and flopped onto his back. “I suspect we will be here until Sanzo’s anger dissipates.”

“I suspect you are right.” Gojyo sat down next to him. “Hmm, I wonder what we might do to pass our time.”

“Hmm,” Hakkai gave his lover a genuine smile. “I wonder.”

End