Saiyuki: Splitting the Difference
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gracie_musicaTitle: Splitting the Difference
Date Written: 9/19/05
Word Count: 1888 (damn it)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Goku/Sanzo, Kougaiji/Dokugakuji, Gyokumen Koushu
Notes: Something that's been bouncing around in my head for a while. Hope y'all enjoy it!
Kougaiji stared up at the stone pillar that contained his mother, trapped by Buddhist magic. His memories of her were fading, but they were always stronger when he was standing in the pillar room. It was almost as if she was looking at him, her veiled eyes registering the presence of her son.
If she could see him, he wanted her to know that she was not forgotten.
He closed his eyes momentarily, submerging himself in the world of yesterday. He could faintly hear her soft voice in his ears; feel her arms around his in a warm embrace; the scent of her hair blowing across his cheek. The memories of a happier time, before his father had decided to take the bitch as his formal concubine, before the bitch ached for the power of the throne.
They were growing as cold as the stone his mother was trapped in.
---
Goku stared up at his Sun as Sanzo slept, an arm thrown carelessly over the younger's waist. The scent of orgasm still lingered on the priest's flushed, sweaty skin, which was warm on Goku's instead of the scalding hot touch of earlier. The blonde was dozing in the aftermath of good sex, the brunette smiling to himself as his lover contently slumbered.
Sanzo was a hard-ass, often swinging his fan and taking pot shots at his lover and Gojyo, but Goku simply adored him. He knew that for all the abuse the priest dished out, he would never really hurt them: his bullets always missed, and his fan was more of a sting than real honest-to-goodness pain.
It was just Sanzo's way.
He pressed his nose against the crook of Sanzo's neck, inhaling the sweet scent of tobacco and gunpowder and sweat and Sanzo. He was often teased by the others for loving 'silly' things: Good food, good fights. But it never, ever, got any better than right now, just lying in Sanzo's arms.
Violet eyes slowly fluttered open, the arm around Goku's waist tightening, pulling him closer.
A tongue slipped between pale pink lips to lick at damp, porcelain skin.
---
"Lord Kougaiji."
Kougaiji's eyes slid open, his mother's silent, frozen form invading his sight, overbearing his senses. Mother...
"Kou."
A large hand found a perch on Kougaiji's slender shoulders. He looked over and upwards to see Dokugakuji's face, his dark eyes shining with worry. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," the prince replied, looking away from both his swordsman and his mother, not able to meet either gaze at the moment. One spoke of wanting protection, the other of protecting.
He wanted both, but could do neither. He felt trapped in limbo, forced to walk upon the Earth as a ghost not being able to influence or change the future of those who owned pieces of his heart.
He felt himself being pulled into Dokugakuji's rough embrace, the swordsman's face buried in his hair. The scent of sweat and dirt and fresh air clung to his white jacket, and Kougaiji buried himself deeper into the warm hug.
"Kou." The one-syllable nickname was spoken with more emotion than any fancy words could convey. "Don't close yourself up from me."
"I'm not," the monarch replied, nuzzling his lover's chest through the slightly rough weave of the coat. I'm protecting you. As best I can.
A soft hand ran through wine-red hair, gently combing out tangles. Dokugakuji's chest rose and fell in a sigh.
"She wants to see you."
Kougaiji had to suppress the sudden urge to commit violence, not wanting to hurt his lover or any other innocents. His anger should be directed only to the bitch and her lapdogs. Instead, he reluctantly slid from the reassuring arms of the swordsman, his eyes downcast to hide the anger and hatred boiling up in their depths. Dokugakuji, instead of taking the hint, took Kougaiji's chin in his hand and turned it upwards. Calm dark pools met fiery orbs, and the handsome face before him broke into a grin.
"Get mad if you're pissed. You don't have to hide anything from me, Kou; I ain't goin' nowhere."
Kougaiji's eyes slid shut as a soft kiss was pressed against his lips. "So find me after the bitch gets done with you. We'll find a way to work out all that anger."
---
Goku grinned inwardly as Sanzo writhed beneath him. While he was considered the inexperienced one, he was a quick learn and loved to practice on the blonde. Watching Sanzo lose himself in carnal pleasure was satisfying, in a primal way.
The priest squirmed under his hands, trying to move away from the younger man's innocent-yet-experienced teasing touch on his stomach and chest while his hips arched up against Goku's lips. The brunette physically grinned as he felt Sanzo's cock slide deeper into his mouth.
A faint sound slipped between Sanzo's lip, something that distinctly sounded like "more".
He worked his tongue on the underside of the hard erection deep in his mouth, grinding his taste buds against the over-sensitive flesh. He could feel Sanzo's heartbeat through the blood engorged member, and the taste of Sanzo was stronger on his tongue, mixed with the salt tang of precum. He reveled in the power he had over the blonde at this moment, drunk off the scent and taste of his lover.
And finally, in a voice breaking from need and emotion, Goku heard Sanzo pant his name, the plea unspoken but acknowledged.
Once again, Sanzo had given in to the pleasures of the flesh.
Goku crawled up the priest's body, kissing him deeply and enjoying the way the blonde shuddered at the taste of himself on Goku's tongue. With their mouths locked together, their tongues dueling for dominance, Goku sat back. Sanzo followed the mouth, sitting upright with Goku in his lap.
Goku slowly sank down, impaling himself on Sanzo's saliva-slicked cock. He groaned at the slight pain from the stretch, stilling his body as he adjusted to the invasion. He groaned again, in pleasure this time as the blood-filled member twitched in time with Sanzo's heart deep inside his body, while the blonde rained soft kisses on his face, neck and shoulders, his hands massaging the base of his spine to help the stretch.
With Sanzo's lips on his collarbone, he heard Sanzo's voice inside his head, saying the one thing he would never say aloud to the young man.
I love you.
---
I hate you, Kougaiji chanted mentally as he stood before his father's lover. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I thank you for giving me my sister, but I'll always hate you.
"Well, well," Gyokumen Koushu grinned down at the redhead from her makeshift throne before the slumbering form of Gyumaoh. "Apparently you're feeling obedient today, looking down and all."
Bull shit, Kougaiji's mind retorted. I just don't want to look at your dirty cunt, you underwear-less slut. For the love of the gods, put some clothing on when you're outside your chambers.
"What is your status on the Scriptures?" the blue-haired demoness asked, unable to hear the insults her stepson was hurling at her mentally.
"The same as yesterday. Zero."
"Well, what the hell have you been doing all day," the concubine demanded, "standing in front of Mommy Dearest? She'll never get out if all you do is stare up at her all day."
Kougaiji bit on his tongue hard. Just ignore her, her words are worthless from such a creature as her, his mind echoed over and over, the mantra effecting him enough to speak calmly.
"It is only ten in the morning. We are researching where the scrolls were last seen. We are doing all we can with the information provided to us. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." Kougaiji turned on his heel and walked to the door, trying to ignore the snickers that were echoing across the empty room. He stopped at the doorway, a grin twisting his features and he turned to face his father's lover.
"Besides, I'm not the one who's set up shop before her body, after all."
He smiled bitterly as the bitch's insults followed him down the hall.
---
Short nails scraped against the pale skin on Sanzo's back, not long enough to break the thin layers. The blonde's hands were all over his body; sliding up and down his thighs, fingers trailing down ticklish sides, roaming across his chest to pinch and tease flushed-pink nipples. His lips trailed up and down the tan column of Goku's throat, leaving vivid red marks against the dark flesh.
Goku groaned as his lover took his time tormenting him, long slow strokes filling him again and again. While both of them often enjoyed mindless, wild fucking, there were times when they would draw out sex to all hours of the night or day, reveling in the slow building of sensation while their bodies were screaming for release.
White teeth found and nibbled on a pale ear, causing Sanzo to buck into the youth involuntarily, pressing deeper into Goku's willing body. Golden orbs rolled back in Goku's head at the sensation, his legs wrapping tighter around the priest. "Sanzo-!" he cried, throwing his head back in abandon.
Sanzo pressed his face against Goku's neck, nudging deeper and deeper into the brunette's body, rocking him against the pristine white sheets of the bed. "Shit, Goku, you're so fucking tight--" he gasped, his breath hot against Goku's flushed skin.
"Sanzo-- Please!" Goku begged, lifting his hips into the movement. "More, gods, I'm so close--"
The blonde stopped, and Goku's groan of disappointment was a border-line shout. He disentangled the younger man's legs from his body, sliding out briefly.
"Sanzo, you ass!"
"Shut UP, monkey," Sanzo ground out, turning the brunette over to kneel on all fours. Pale hands hooked over tan-covered hipbones and he pulled the boy back, sliding deep into his body in one stroke.
Goku's whimpers of disappointment turned into cries of pleasure.
---
Kougaiji went back to the pillar room after his run-in with the bitch. He knew he was snubbing his lover, but he'd go and apologize later. He looked up at his mother's frozen form, his hands in his pockets.
Mother... I promised. And I'll do my best.
With that, he turned on his heel, intent on getting to work, and creating massive chaos within Shangri-La.
---
Goku cuddled next to Sanzo, both of them panting hard and still shivering from the force of their climaxes. Their sweat-slicked skin rubbed against each other as they caught their breath, Sanzo's hand resting possessively on Goku's rear, holding the younger man closer.
Goku reached over to the nightstand, snagging Sanzo's lighter and the pack of cigarettes. He tapped out one long white roll, slipping it between his lips and flicking the lighter with a trembling hand. Violet eyes watched as the brunette took a long drag, the cherry burning bright orange before a long thin stream of smoke slipped from between Goku's lips. He traced the filter, slightly damp with spit, along Sanzo's lips, and the monk obediently opened his mouth, enjoying the rush of nicotine that flooded his veins.
The two lovers shared their cigarette in silence, contenting themselves in the momentary peace created within their room.
---
Date Written: 9/19/05
Word Count: 1888 (damn it)
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Goku/Sanzo, Kougaiji/Dokugakuji, Gyokumen Koushu
Notes: Something that's been bouncing around in my head for a while. Hope y'all enjoy it!
Kougaiji stared up at the stone pillar that contained his mother, trapped by Buddhist magic. His memories of her were fading, but they were always stronger when he was standing in the pillar room. It was almost as if she was looking at him, her veiled eyes registering the presence of her son.
If she could see him, he wanted her to know that she was not forgotten.
He closed his eyes momentarily, submerging himself in the world of yesterday. He could faintly hear her soft voice in his ears; feel her arms around his in a warm embrace; the scent of her hair blowing across his cheek. The memories of a happier time, before his father had decided to take the bitch as his formal concubine, before the bitch ached for the power of the throne.
They were growing as cold as the stone his mother was trapped in.
---
Goku stared up at his Sun as Sanzo slept, an arm thrown carelessly over the younger's waist. The scent of orgasm still lingered on the priest's flushed, sweaty skin, which was warm on Goku's instead of the scalding hot touch of earlier. The blonde was dozing in the aftermath of good sex, the brunette smiling to himself as his lover contently slumbered.
Sanzo was a hard-ass, often swinging his fan and taking pot shots at his lover and Gojyo, but Goku simply adored him. He knew that for all the abuse the priest dished out, he would never really hurt them: his bullets always missed, and his fan was more of a sting than real honest-to-goodness pain.
It was just Sanzo's way.
He pressed his nose against the crook of Sanzo's neck, inhaling the sweet scent of tobacco and gunpowder and sweat and Sanzo. He was often teased by the others for loving 'silly' things: Good food, good fights. But it never, ever, got any better than right now, just lying in Sanzo's arms.
Violet eyes slowly fluttered open, the arm around Goku's waist tightening, pulling him closer.
A tongue slipped between pale pink lips to lick at damp, porcelain skin.
---
"Lord Kougaiji."
Kougaiji's eyes slid open, his mother's silent, frozen form invading his sight, overbearing his senses. Mother...
"Kou."
A large hand found a perch on Kougaiji's slender shoulders. He looked over and upwards to see Dokugakuji's face, his dark eyes shining with worry. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," the prince replied, looking away from both his swordsman and his mother, not able to meet either gaze at the moment. One spoke of wanting protection, the other of protecting.
He wanted both, but could do neither. He felt trapped in limbo, forced to walk upon the Earth as a ghost not being able to influence or change the future of those who owned pieces of his heart.
He felt himself being pulled into Dokugakuji's rough embrace, the swordsman's face buried in his hair. The scent of sweat and dirt and fresh air clung to his white jacket, and Kougaiji buried himself deeper into the warm hug.
"Kou." The one-syllable nickname was spoken with more emotion than any fancy words could convey. "Don't close yourself up from me."
"I'm not," the monarch replied, nuzzling his lover's chest through the slightly rough weave of the coat. I'm protecting you. As best I can.
A soft hand ran through wine-red hair, gently combing out tangles. Dokugakuji's chest rose and fell in a sigh.
"She wants to see you."
Kougaiji had to suppress the sudden urge to commit violence, not wanting to hurt his lover or any other innocents. His anger should be directed only to the bitch and her lapdogs. Instead, he reluctantly slid from the reassuring arms of the swordsman, his eyes downcast to hide the anger and hatred boiling up in their depths. Dokugakuji, instead of taking the hint, took Kougaiji's chin in his hand and turned it upwards. Calm dark pools met fiery orbs, and the handsome face before him broke into a grin.
"Get mad if you're pissed. You don't have to hide anything from me, Kou; I ain't goin' nowhere."
Kougaiji's eyes slid shut as a soft kiss was pressed against his lips. "So find me after the bitch gets done with you. We'll find a way to work out all that anger."
---
Goku grinned inwardly as Sanzo writhed beneath him. While he was considered the inexperienced one, he was a quick learn and loved to practice on the blonde. Watching Sanzo lose himself in carnal pleasure was satisfying, in a primal way.
The priest squirmed under his hands, trying to move away from the younger man's innocent-yet-experienced teasing touch on his stomach and chest while his hips arched up against Goku's lips. The brunette physically grinned as he felt Sanzo's cock slide deeper into his mouth.
A faint sound slipped between Sanzo's lip, something that distinctly sounded like "more".
He worked his tongue on the underside of the hard erection deep in his mouth, grinding his taste buds against the over-sensitive flesh. He could feel Sanzo's heartbeat through the blood engorged member, and the taste of Sanzo was stronger on his tongue, mixed with the salt tang of precum. He reveled in the power he had over the blonde at this moment, drunk off the scent and taste of his lover.
And finally, in a voice breaking from need and emotion, Goku heard Sanzo pant his name, the plea unspoken but acknowledged.
Once again, Sanzo had given in to the pleasures of the flesh.
Goku crawled up the priest's body, kissing him deeply and enjoying the way the blonde shuddered at the taste of himself on Goku's tongue. With their mouths locked together, their tongues dueling for dominance, Goku sat back. Sanzo followed the mouth, sitting upright with Goku in his lap.
Goku slowly sank down, impaling himself on Sanzo's saliva-slicked cock. He groaned at the slight pain from the stretch, stilling his body as he adjusted to the invasion. He groaned again, in pleasure this time as the blood-filled member twitched in time with Sanzo's heart deep inside his body, while the blonde rained soft kisses on his face, neck and shoulders, his hands massaging the base of his spine to help the stretch.
With Sanzo's lips on his collarbone, he heard Sanzo's voice inside his head, saying the one thing he would never say aloud to the young man.
I love you.
---
I hate you, Kougaiji chanted mentally as he stood before his father's lover. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I thank you for giving me my sister, but I'll always hate you.
"Well, well," Gyokumen Koushu grinned down at the redhead from her makeshift throne before the slumbering form of Gyumaoh. "Apparently you're feeling obedient today, looking down and all."
Bull shit, Kougaiji's mind retorted. I just don't want to look at your dirty cunt, you underwear-less slut. For the love of the gods, put some clothing on when you're outside your chambers.
"What is your status on the Scriptures?" the blue-haired demoness asked, unable to hear the insults her stepson was hurling at her mentally.
"The same as yesterday. Zero."
"Well, what the hell have you been doing all day," the concubine demanded, "standing in front of Mommy Dearest? She'll never get out if all you do is stare up at her all day."
Kougaiji bit on his tongue hard. Just ignore her, her words are worthless from such a creature as her, his mind echoed over and over, the mantra effecting him enough to speak calmly.
"It is only ten in the morning. We are researching where the scrolls were last seen. We are doing all we can with the information provided to us. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." Kougaiji turned on his heel and walked to the door, trying to ignore the snickers that were echoing across the empty room. He stopped at the doorway, a grin twisting his features and he turned to face his father's lover.
"Besides, I'm not the one who's set up shop before her body, after all."
He smiled bitterly as the bitch's insults followed him down the hall.
---
Short nails scraped against the pale skin on Sanzo's back, not long enough to break the thin layers. The blonde's hands were all over his body; sliding up and down his thighs, fingers trailing down ticklish sides, roaming across his chest to pinch and tease flushed-pink nipples. His lips trailed up and down the tan column of Goku's throat, leaving vivid red marks against the dark flesh.
Goku groaned as his lover took his time tormenting him, long slow strokes filling him again and again. While both of them often enjoyed mindless, wild fucking, there were times when they would draw out sex to all hours of the night or day, reveling in the slow building of sensation while their bodies were screaming for release.
White teeth found and nibbled on a pale ear, causing Sanzo to buck into the youth involuntarily, pressing deeper into Goku's willing body. Golden orbs rolled back in Goku's head at the sensation, his legs wrapping tighter around the priest. "Sanzo-!" he cried, throwing his head back in abandon.
Sanzo pressed his face against Goku's neck, nudging deeper and deeper into the brunette's body, rocking him against the pristine white sheets of the bed. "Shit, Goku, you're so fucking tight--" he gasped, his breath hot against Goku's flushed skin.
"Sanzo-- Please!" Goku begged, lifting his hips into the movement. "More, gods, I'm so close--"
The blonde stopped, and Goku's groan of disappointment was a border-line shout. He disentangled the younger man's legs from his body, sliding out briefly.
"Sanzo, you ass!"
"Shut UP, monkey," Sanzo ground out, turning the brunette over to kneel on all fours. Pale hands hooked over tan-covered hipbones and he pulled the boy back, sliding deep into his body in one stroke.
Goku's whimpers of disappointment turned into cries of pleasure.
---
Kougaiji went back to the pillar room after his run-in with the bitch. He knew he was snubbing his lover, but he'd go and apologize later. He looked up at his mother's frozen form, his hands in his pockets.
Mother... I promised. And I'll do my best.
With that, he turned on his heel, intent on getting to work, and creating massive chaos within Shangri-La.
---
Goku cuddled next to Sanzo, both of them panting hard and still shivering from the force of their climaxes. Their sweat-slicked skin rubbed against each other as they caught their breath, Sanzo's hand resting possessively on Goku's rear, holding the younger man closer.
Goku reached over to the nightstand, snagging Sanzo's lighter and the pack of cigarettes. He tapped out one long white roll, slipping it between his lips and flicking the lighter with a trembling hand. Violet eyes watched as the brunette took a long drag, the cherry burning bright orange before a long thin stream of smoke slipped from between Goku's lips. He traced the filter, slightly damp with spit, along Sanzo's lips, and the monk obediently opened his mouth, enjoying the rush of nicotine that flooded his veins.
The two lovers shared their cigarette in silence, contenting themselves in the momentary peace created within their room.
---
