Divine Intervention

I do not own saiyuki and made no money writing this.


Notes: A present for Lawless 523 @ livejournal, for those beautiful synposi she’s been emailing me. Hardly thanks enough, but thanks anyway my friend!


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"Well hello, beautiful."

"Ready to die?"

"Funny," Gojyo sat close. "I'm enjoying life at the moment." So close their barstools touched. So close he could see the fine babyhair on the princess' temple. So close it blew when he breathed.


Sanzo pushed him away. "You're the kind who doesn't feel alive unless he's about to die." He fished his sleeve for his pack. Damn. It was empty. Double damn. He was offered one. From him. And that wasn't all he was offering, going by that glazed gleam in his eye. "Strike out?" He accepted the light. Put his head in hand. Let the beer slide through his blood and fizz at that place in his head where he kept all the usual inhibitions under lock and key. "All the whores turn you down?" 

"Not yet." Gojyo was drunk. Hell, he was wasted. Otherwise he wouldn'tve bothered wasting his time with the prettiest bitch in the place, again. Too upright. Too stuck on himself. Too untouchable. But he was tired of easy pickings. He was in the mood for something complicated. "So, tell me... You need help getting that stick out your ass, or are you looking for a bigger one?"

"I think..." He looked around. He crooked his finger. He watched that big, dumb piece of meat get too close, close enough to sicken him with his beer breath, and whispered: "...You’re going to be the one with something up his ass." That something had a click.


Gojyo was too drunk to be scared. Too drunk to care. He could've grabbed a handful of blonde hair right then and there. Wanted to. Could've kissed the fuck out of her holiness, right then and there. Bring old master Sanzo down a peg or two. Right here, in front of all these people. And fuck the consequences. Could've. Would've. But, nah. He popped a smoke between his lips. Looked into those spitfire eyes. And lit it against his. 

He'd rather fuck with his head. "You makin' a pass at me now, blondie?"


"Dick for brains." The bastard was using his stupid tricks on Sanzo. Teasing him, treating him like one of his women. He always did that. Always called him princess and blondie. Always leered when he caught Sanzo watching him in a fight. Watching him move their luggage around. Watching him use that big body of his for the hard labor it was meant for. The hard labor Sanzo expected. It was all this pervert was: all muscle, no brains. "Why would I bother? You're already mine."

Oh! This was getting interesting. "Is that the booze talking, baby?" Gojyo amped it up a notch. Reached over and feathered that fine blonde hair. "You need a little alcoholic motivation to tell Gojyo how you really feel?" He wasn't surprised when his hand was slapped back. Shit, it turned him on a little. "Fiesty."

"And like I told you before- I'm not interested in idiots with deathwishes." 

Gojyo snorted. How Many times had they played this stupid game? How many bars were they going to play cocktease with each other? "Get real, baby. You want this." He was ready to try something different. Try a hand on that boney knee. A squeeze. Yeah. And a little action higher up. 

Too bad bad it didn't work. "Jackass!" And it was over. One smack later and the hottest, meanest bitch alive stormed out of the bar. 


A slap? Gojyo couldn't remember the last time someone slapped his cheek. Not even a woman- but a guy? And it didn't help that the bartender was tapping a bill on the counter. "Fuck..."

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Kanzron was not inclined to anger. Not often. No, they were infamous for hir strange sense of humor, even at the most serious of moments. And they were not inclined to interfere with life down there. Not often at any rate. But those two had gone too far.

Sure, Merciful Goddess was a lazy, perverse creature. However, if anything trumped hir perverse entertainments, the lazy was out the window and the Goddess got down to business. 

Big time.

They'd be sorry, those two. Those two crossed the line one time too many. Kanzeon used the kappa's blood to restore Genjo Sanzo's life for a purpose. And it sure as all the countless hells was not in the name of finding the missing sutra. Heaven and earth be damned! The Goddess expected a good time! 

And a good time would be had. Kanzeon would see to that.

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Blue skies? Waterfalls? Grassy fields? "Oh, man. Where am I?" Gojyo stumbled over a flowerbed. 

"How the hell should I know?" And Sanzo stumbled over... A chain? Yeah. A chain clamped to both their ankles. 


Wow.

And they were... Gojyo grinned. "It's gotta be a dream." Because they were both stark naked. “And I’m in paradise.” The chains weren’t so bad if a guy wanted to look on the bright side. And oh, what a bright side. All blonde and lithe and damn, damn fine... They both stared. Gojyo didn't bother with a leer. It was all a dream, so what the fuck? He just let the sight of that pale, hard body. Wow. He must've been having a wet dream because Sanzo was giving him one hell of a hard on.

And looking at it like he couldn't help it. Yeah, even if he was disgusted- and he was, judging by the sneer- he couldn't take his eyes off Gojyo's cock.

"Ah, there you are." 

Holy shit! That voice. "Hey!" Gojyo turned around so fast the pretty princess slammed right up against his back. That weird voice- too deep to be girly, too high to be a man's- the one that made his balls clench up. He knew that voice.

And that face. "It took you two long enough to get here."

"Kanzeon..." Sanzo bowed. Just enough. Barely.

Gojyo wanted to reach out and squeeze the plump tits teasing our from under the pointless sheer silk with very pointy nipples. Nipples made for sucking. Oh, this one was a sweet piece of work. Even more that he remembered. He nearly bent right over, right then and there, when he saw what the Goddess was sporting between hir legs. Would’ve if blondie wasn’t there to fall on top of him. 

"Don't be bashful on my account." Sanzo and Gojyo turned toward each other. Did they mean to? Or was Kanzeon making them do it? Who knew? Who cared. All Gojyo knew was that he was gonna have a serious case of blueballs, quick, if someone didn't do something.


But things were about to go south. Fast. That chain wrapped around them. "Hey!" This wasn't right. He wasn't into this kinky shit. Well, not usually. Okay, sometimes. Under the right circumstances. The kind with a safeword. The fact that it was in a fairytale setting made it even weirder. "I don't need this. Seriously. I’m up for whatever."

"Shut up, you idiot. This isn't a dream. And no one's doing anything."

“Can’t you stop being a bitch, even when you’re a figment of my imagination?” He blew in his ear. “Just for once?”



"Grow a brain! It's the Goddess making us do this!" 

"Boys, boys..." Divine hands caressed their shoulders. "The verbal foreplay seems promising, but I have had too much of that. I'm ready for something else."

"Over my dead body!"

Kanzeon stepped back. Blue skies died and the wind whipped up a terrible batch of stormclouds. Grass wilted and trees lost their leaves. "I can't have that, again."

Sanzo cursed. "This isn't good."

Before he knew it, Gojyo was on his knees, collared like a dog. "Hey! I like the idea. It's just..." 

Hir hand cupped his chin. Turned his face from side to side. "No. You just want it on your terms." Kanzeon whispered. Hir breath was sweet sent shivers down his spine. "We're going to do things my way. The right way. Look."

He did. He had choice.

And there he was. Collared and angry. Shaking. At first Gojyo thought Sanzo was just pissed, but then he saw the silver ring. No on his neck, not on any fingers. It was.... right there.

Kanzeon took Sanzo's leash. Tugged. Sighed when he refused to move and tugged until he did. Toward Gojyo. "What am I going to do with you, boy?I give you this gorgeous body." Hir hand traced stars over his chest. "I give you gorgeous friends to play with. And you turn your nose up as if you have better things to do." Hir final tug placed him so close to Gojyo. So close he was touching his lower lip. And not with a finger. 

"And you!" Kanzeon combed hir hand through all that luscious crimson hair. "My most erotic idea. You are my favorite, you know that? Unique, taboo, downright dirty. You showed me so much promise. All those ladies...." Kanzeon grinned. Gojyo grinned back. A bead dribbled off of Sanzo’s chin, and over his lip. "And a couple of very fine fellows, too. So versatile. So open. So damn-”

“Horny.” Gojyo winked.

“But when you open your mouth." Kanzeon shook hir head. “What a pair you two make. Oh, well. I suppose this will have to be remedied.”


One nudge. One nudge changed everything.

He just opened his mouth and let it happen. Gave in to the fantasy. Fuck it. Or, in this case, he sucked it. Sucked him deep and hard like he always wanted to. Always, ever since the first time he laid eyes on that prissy, pretty bitch. So what if it wasn't what he told himself he wanted- to see the roles reversed and have Sanzo doing the honors. This was the truth. He wanted this, was hungry for this. His body. His moaning- just like that. Just like-

"Stop it, you stupid freak!"

"Now, now! You're making me mad, monk. Remember your place. You serve me." 

There was a slap. Gojyo heard it. Felt the force of it when Sanzo pumped himself deep down his throat. Deep enough to gag. 

"I'll spank you harder if you insist on being such a bad boy...."

Gojyo liked the sound of that! So he bit, it was just a nip, on the root of Sanzo's cock. Just enough to make him snarl. 

And get another.

"Oh, you really are too much. You know that?"

"He bit me, damnit!"

That got him one harder. Hard enough to make him grunt. Make him move. "Admit you want him."

"No!"

"Oh, dear. So stubborn." Kanzeon shoved Gojyo's face so far in when she smacked again that his nose was crushed up against his pelvic bone. The cockring clanked his teeth,. Like he cared. It was just a dream. Just a dream. He could let that go. Let go of everything. Shit. He was about to come, right there, himself. "Look at that beautiful beast just gorge himself on you. He loves it. He loves you, idiot."

Love? Love?! Fuck. No. Gojyo was open to just about anything but that. But he couldn't say a word. All he could do was groan.

He was into all kinds of sick, but love was not one of them. 

"Oh, he's not such an obediant one, either." Kanzeon hauled him up. Threw him down. "You do love him, fool. You follow him around like a lovesick animal. Begging for a taste. And you'll have it."

"Like hell!" Sanzo pulled away. But not enough. The leash was in hir hand. Heaven was on hir side. Hell would just have to wait.

Sanzo was thrown down, too. Rasping, wiggling, chained to Gojyo again. This time on top of him. Thighs and bound together. Hands cuffed behind their backs. Sanzo's cock riding up over Gojyo's ass.

"Fuck him, my boy. He's all yours."

Gojyo couldn't help it. Couldn't stop himself. Could keep himself from wiggling. Needing. Aching. No- he knew it now. Knew what his body wanted all this time. To be his. To belong to his. What a crazy, messed up way to find out... 

"I won't!"

"You will!" Kanzeon was serious. "You will fuck him, you spoiled little boy. You will fuck him." Kanzeon leaned close. Close enough to press those sweet tits and throbbing cock of hirs hard up against Sanzo's back. Close enough to make the baby hair at his temples move when they spoke: "You were both made for loving." 

"Again with that word?!" What the hell was going on? Gojyo tried to look over his shoulder. 

"Enough!" Suddenly lightening lit the sky. Suddenly thunder rolled in it's bowl and mist licked their skin. Slicked them up. Made them wet and ready. Pressed and aching. Throbbing. Groaning. "You will not deny yourselves to me anymore!"

Was that the thunder? Or her hand coming down on Sanzo again? Which ever it was, whatever it was, that was all it took. To find Gojyo. Right there. To press into him. Right now. "I don't want this! I don't want this!" Sanzo chanted it like a mantra. But it was a lie. Because he did. He wanted this. Gojyo could feel it.

And it hurt like a bitch.

"Move!" Kanzeon spanked Sanzo again. Many times. Smacked his ass so many times Gojyo thought the Goddess was clapping. "Move that skinny butt or I'll move it for you!"

"You'll just have to!" That damned stubborn-!

"Oh, I was hoping you would say that."

Never in his wildest dreams did Gojyo think he'd dream a dream as sick as this. As what he was seeing. That Goddess wasn't Merciful. That Goddess was insane. He could see it. A reflection, or some weird movie right in front of him. That Goddess right behind Sanzo. That Goddess... had a whip! And it was- 

"Fuck!" Sanzo thrust at first contact. No choice. It was a reflex. A hard shove, right into Gojyo. The chains twisted tight. The mist cleared. The pain was hard and sweet. 

"You've got the right idea..." And the whip came down, again. Harder. Sweeter.

"I won't" 

Gojyo pushed against him and moaned. "Come on, you stupid jackass. Fuck me already!" He started wiggling again. Pushing up and pulling down, working him deeper. Deep, deep, deeper until he hit that spot. That place that made Gojyo twist and writhe. "Shit..." No dream, no real life fuck ever made him feel so alive.

Sanzo held himself steady and grunted. "Such a pervert..."

"Look at him, practically fucking himself on you. And you still turn your nose up at him."

This time the whip went between Sanzo's teeth. Kanzeon got behind him. Made him bite down. Gojyo watch the reflection as Sanzo hollered. Gasped as he felt the added pressure. As he realized...

"Perhaps I will have to take matters into my own hands..."

Sanzo was being fucked... By the Goddess....

Somehow the chains moved. Somehow Gojyo was on his back. Sanzo was so deep inside. And his face- Gojyo never saw that blank, shocked look before. 

"He's learning." Kanzeon smiled. Reared up over them both, and set a vicious rhythm. "Learning not to fuck with me. Or he gets fucked right back!"

And did he.

Did he ever. 

Kanzeon thrust so hard. So fast it was like they were fucking Gojyo right through Sanzo's cock. Hitting that spot that made him spread his legs, push back up and beg for more, more, more. Up and down. Over and over. Until Sanzo's blank expression finally broke and he snarled- moving for the first time on his own volition. 

The sun broke out.

The chains were gone. 

And somehow it was just the two of them. Just the two of them bucking and grabbing and feeling and- and - 

Gojyo took Sanzo's face in his hands. Looked into his eyes. And came just before he could kiss him. 

But not Sanzo. He tried to come. Snarled and bent Gojyo back on his hands and knees. Then with Gojyo on top. Then on his back. While Gojyo came, over and over again Sanzo just couldn't seem to-

"It's the cockring, boy." 

They both stopped. Panted. Let the sweat drip like honey off their bodies. 

"Come here, boys." Kanzeon was reclined on a lotus, smoking from a water pipe. "That was good enough for now." They held up a hand and gave Sanzo a look when he tried to interrupt. "Don't press your luck. I know what your problem is. Take care of it on your own time.”

"Are you serious?” Sanzo looked ready to explode. Literally. 


“Consider it karma. Or something. Just...." The Goddess sat back. Waved them away. "Go on. I'm done for now." The Goddess just laughed. So did Gojyo. A breathy, groan-y little laugh. What a great way to end the dream. "Don't get too cocky, half breed." Kanzeon began to fade. "You might find that there are dreams, and there are dreams..."


He woke up in a soaked sheet, blissed. Woke up because the sun was shining, the birds were singing at his window and satisfaction was humming through his veins. What a freaky, funky, crazy dream. He sat up. Rubbed his head. “And only a dream.” No way was he really down for all that. Not likely. Nah.....

Then there was a pounding at the door. Woke up because a funny voice, not a man or a woman's said "Good morning" in his ear. Uh--


"Hakkai would you get the door-"

Too late. Some rabid, flushed, half dressed version of Sanzo busted in. "You!" He pointed. At Gojyo. "Clothes off!"

Hakkai stepped back. "What's this all about?" 

"I tried to stop him!" Goku was right behind. "But he keeps going on and on about the Goddess and blue balls and-" he stopped. And stared. Sanzo had Gojyo on his knees. Gojyo had Sanzo in his mouth. 

"Perhaps we should leave-" Hakkai tried but he couldn't turn away. Neither could Goku. 

"No! I need all the witnesses I can get!" Sanzo threw his head back and grated: “Four on the floor, you slut!”


"Oh, dear..." Hakkai tried to put his hand over Goku's eyes. But to no avail. He was too distracted, anyway.


And when the other two started doing more than just watching the Goddess was very pleased, indeed.


"Finally." Konzeon squeezed hir sweet, hard nipple and sighed.