The Real Pervert

I do not own Saiyuki and mande no money writing this.

Warnings/Kink: NC-17 Apron!Sanzo, mild bondage, gunplay, semen marking (I think?) and voyeurism.
Notes: Written to get on lawless523’s good side so she can fill me in on Reloaded. A bribe, if you will.

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The bad thing about living with a true pervert, and I mean pervert in the real sense of perverting everything he can, is never knowing where he will strike next.

Take, a particular bastard, whose interpretation of leaving something for me to wear is to hide every stitch of clothing in this rat-infested cabin with the exception of this- this-

"Nice apron, princess." There's a hand at the hem. A leer on that face. Right where ny hand should be. "You must like it, since you're wearing nothing else. New spring fashion?"

And there goes a pervert, down to the floor. Crawling, as a pervert should. "Get my robes or I kill you, now!"

Look at that. Leering, looking at me in this- this- I'll teach a freak to look at me this way. I'll show a freak what's coming to him!

"Whoa!"

"That's it. Kick a little, put up a good fight." I can take it. "Don't resist too much. Oh, no. We wouldn't want you to get up out of that chair. Or break the apron strings."

"What the hell, Sanzo!" Yeah. Laugh, even. That's good. Very good. Because I'm going to teach you to take me seriously.

That's what this is all about, isn't it, you true pervert? Talking things, like the way a laugh dies and changes into a moan, seriously. "Shhhhh." Now, let's make that happen. Make the serious stuff come out.

I straddle.

"Fuck..." t

"Make that face for me."

I cock my gun.

And the leer is here. "Is this what you wanted to see?"

"Oh, you are a fuck, aren’t you? You can do better than that."

And I grind. Slow. Hard. "My clothes, my undergarments. I want them back. Is this what it takes to get them, you freak? To show put on a show? To be a whore for you?"

"What are you talking about, man?" Those legs are shifting beneath me. Rubbing up against me. Denim up against my ass, my sack, pushing me against an undone fly.

"You were ready for me."

Breath is hot against my skin. So hot. "You want it." And you get a slap for that. Damn it. And damn that cocksucking grin.

"Oh, but you forgot something important. You want me, don’t you? You want me." I grind harder. We move faster. "You do, don't you? You like seeing me like this? Naked under that sleazy thing? Grinding on you like a whore?" I put the gun against that head. That beautiful, sick grin will go away with one squeeze.

"Oh, just shut up and enjoy the-"

"Answer the question!" I mean it! "Tell me you're a sick pervert. A sick pervert looking for a cheap thrill!"

"Oh, blondie. You've got a bad case of psycho, goin' on, up there." Lick those lips. Get them ready for me. "Not that I mind. Pretty and crazy kinda work for me..."

"You like using your mouth?"

"Oh, gimmee something to do with my mouth, bitch!"

"That's right!" I press our foreheads together. Breath in the stink, feel the sweat dripping off of me. Sliding down that chest struggling for air. Into that open mouth, that sick, hungry mouth just waiting to be filled. "I'll give you something!"

Satisfaction is just a push away. A reach. A cock. And my barrel between your lips. "Suck it."

"Yiuur gwun?"

"Yeah, my gun. Suck it good. Real good you freak. Show me how bad you want me." I don't stop grinding. No. We wouldn't want that. Not if I'm going to get what I want. "Suck it, you disgusting bastard!"

Suck. Yeah. Suck til your cheeks cave in. Close your eyes. “You love it. Love being my freak. That’s what you wanted to be. that’s why I’m wearing this, right? Because you want it. You want me. Want to be my freak.”

“Mmmmm.”

"You like my gun? Like it like a dick? Like it when I show it to you? I bet you wanna drop to your knees and suck my dick every time I take it out for you!"

Another grind. "Mmmmm."

"You get all hard for it. Wanna make me do this for you? Let you suck me?" I stop. I lift the apron. Let you have a look. "Let you fuck me?"

Oh.... That's a good, long suck.

"Gonna fuck the princess, is that it?" Let's see what you're using... Reach down, down there. Make you growl when I find it. "You gonna fuck me? huh?" I pull out.

And a tongue on the barell is the only answer I need.

Spit's all I need. "Do it!" So spit on yourself. "I'll work it up." You like it when I do that, too. Like me jerking you off. "That's what Gojyo likes, isn't it?"

"And what you love, bitch."

"Call me a bitch, again." I ease my way down. Slow. Yeah. The fucking pain is worth watching your head roll back. Your back arching. Your hands fisting at the ties around the chair. "I dare you- when you know what you want to call me right now."

"Shit.... Shit you're so tight..."

"That's right, freak. And who's tight?" I rock. Slow. Hard. Rubbing my gun against a quivering lower lip. "Who's the one fucking you? The one wearing the damned apron? The fantasy you can't get out of your little pea brain?"

"A fucking princess!"

"And you can't help it. Can't stop thinking about it. All those nights laying awake, wanting me to put this gun to your head and make you give it to me--"

"You ask for it!"

"What was that?" I can feel that roar in my ears. The slick, sick pull inside me. Ready to explode.

"Pretty fucking princess..." Bite my gun. Lick it. "You couldn't wait, just needed the excuse-"

"You hear that, you pervert! I’m a pretty... I’m a pretty fucking princess!" The apron is easy to tear. This cock of mine is easy to aim. "Let me show you... What I think.... Of excuses!"

And a freak is so easy to take down. With just a swivel. With just a feeling. And you yell as I shoot-

Oh-

Take it all over your face. Sick. My sick fuck-

Oh-

"Ah! There you are!"

The screen door slams. My pulse slams. Hard.

And I ease off. "Hakkai..." What timing.

"Here are your clothes. Nice and clean." Finally! Put down the hamper. Don't turn a hair as I get up in this get up. No. Don't play dumb and look shocked. All three of us know you’re not.

"I see you made use of the one clean item I could find."

That pervert Gojyo just yanks his hands free from the damn foo foo strings and pulls his pants up as he gets up. With a wink.

"I could kill you right now."

"Ah, I'm sure you could have, anytime," you say. "Just like he could've gotten up, anytime."

You- you with your smile. I can see what's behind it. Yeah, look at me. Look and see me. Because I see you. Yeah, that dumb kappa over there is pervert enough to be a fucktool. But you, Hakkai, you are the biggest fucking freak in the group. The one manipulating things, pulling me like a puppet on your string.

It’s not an excuse. It’s a curse.

"Had your fun, watching?"

"Why, Sanzo! What are you saying?"

I grab the robes, take off the apron and throw it on your fucktool's head. "You both make me sick."

But especially you, Hakkai. You are the real pervert of the group.

"Oh, my!"

I pull the undergarment over my head. Walk through the screen door. Throw the robe over my shoulders. Ignore the itch to kill when I hear the laughter behind me. But one day I wlll have to do something... something before you strike, again. But, you see, with living with a true pervert, is never knowing when you will strike next, Hakkai.