Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ En Masse ❯ Chapter 4

Aya stalked into the living room and placed himself into a lounge chair, Sanzo following and sitting opposite. The men simply looked at each other, as if sizing up a rival in some sort of competition. When stares locked together, Aya couldn't help but be struck by how similar the eyes set into the blonde's face were to his own; not just in their unusual colour, but in the detached, deadly gleam that lurked just where most people wouldn't have been able to catch it.

 

 

Sanzo was first to break the not-quite-comfortable silence. “For once, the idiot was right. Your victim's a Youkai, not just a mutation.”

 

 

“You're positive?” Aya knew that Youkai existed, not that he'd ever seen any in reality. He was simply unsure about how one would end up in Japan, dead in an alleyway.

 

 

“Would I have said it if I wasn't? It says here that the victim was originally human. Do you have any proof of that?” Used to dealing with his own team, Sanzo couldn't help but snap. His tone wasn't anywhere near its usual level of venom, though; something about the man sitting opposite defused his usual angry attitude.

 

 

Aya considered, and then spoke in his deep, measured tone. “Not as yet. Omi is going to run a DNA sample, then we'll see.”

 

 

Thinking hard, Sanzo subconsciously moved his hand into his sleeve, bringing out a half-empty pack of cigarettes. Placing one between his lips, he looked up to see Aya watching him intently. When the pack was extended towards him, Aya raised his palm in refusal with a slight flash of disgust, but then pushed his hand between the chair cushion and frame, where he knew Yohji `secretly' hid an ashtray. Gently throwing the heavy dish across the room, it occurred to Aya that he'd often threatened to behead Yohji for doing the exact same thing that Sanzo currently was. Only this time, he really didn't see a need to care about the smoke.

 

 

It was only when Sanzo exhaled, giving out a quietly satisfied sigh, that Aya realised just how closely he'd been watching the priest's lips mould around the thin cylinder of the cigarette. For a brief moment he was embarrassed, but that soon turned to amusement when it occurred to him that sitting before him was the highest of Buddhist priests, smoking like a chimney. Not that any of this showed on his impassive mask of a face.

 

“So in short, we're probably dealing with a lunatic that gets off on turning humans into demons. Interesting…” Sanzo drew on his cigarette again, exhaling to the side instead of directly towards Aya in a rare moment of consideration. He was glad that he'd beaten Gojyo here, giving him a chance to talk in private with the member of Weiss who was, in his opinion, easily the least irritating.

 

 

“You sound awfully confident in that judgement. Is it even possible for such a transformation to take place?” Aya had already come to the same conclusion, but it was attention to detail that had kept him alive all this time. Question everything; especially when `everything' related to the existence of human-to-demon transformations.

 

 

Sanzo smirked slightly around his cigarette. `Ah, the ignorance of youth.'

 

 

“Oh, believe me, it's entirely possible. I mean, Hakkai did it, after all.” If he hadn't been so used to observing people, Sanzo would have assumed that Aya already knew about the bloodline of three-quarters of the Ikkou team. It was only the momentary widening of the redhead's eyes that gave away his calm façade, and encouraged Sanzo to keep talking.

 

 

“Ah, so Gojyo never got around to spilling that particular piece of knowledge. Am I right in assuming that you don't know a lot about old Chinese Youkai legends?” A slight nod from Aya made Sanzo sigh internally, knowing that he'd have to explain the entire situation from the beginning. Yet once again, that was more of an instinctive reaction; talking to the Japanese man was strangely relaxing, in a way that Sanzo couldn't remember anyone else causing.

 

 

“There's a story that says, `a man who kills one thousand Youkai will become one himself'. Hakkai used to be human. Now, the only thing that keeps him looking like us are those little silver cuffs around his ear. Take them off and you've got a bloodthirsty monster with claws, fangs, and the whole demon look. He might seem weak, but Hakkai is quite possibly the most powerful man you'll ever meet.” Not that Sanzo would ever tell him that to his face. Compliments just weren't his style.

 

 

Aya simply stayed silent, wondering what the Hell he'd just gotten himself in for.

 

 

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Ken was rinsing the last of the dishes when the kitchen door slammed open once again. He heard a sigh behind him from Omi, who was mentally working out how much it would cost for a new door when the current one packed it in. Neither of them needed to look at the door to know who the new arrival was ; the voice that rang out removed any doubt.

 

 

“I'm ba-ack! Did you…”

 

 

“Yohji's upstairs, Gojyo.” Ken cut off the older man, not wanting to listen to the ridiculous stuff he came up with. He could tell without looking up that Gojyo was pouting; `It really is just like dealing with Yohji all over again…'

 

 

“Oh, so now you don't care what I have to tell you? Fine then, figure it out yourselves.” Despite his words, there was humour in Gojyo's voice. He was finding that he really did like Weiss…well, most of Weiss. The jury was still out on Aya the Asshole.

 

 

“Hmm, yeah, about that; your friend in the dress burst in about ten minutes ago. He's talkin' to Aya in the living room, so I'm happy to leave `em too it. After all, we can put those two in a room together and not have to worry about them fucking, unlike some people…” Ken had to laugh when Omi choked on the glass of water he was drinking. How the kid managed to stay so innocent, he would never know.

 

 

“Oh my God, that was one time! Besides, the hole in the wall was entirely Yohji's fault. Yep, definitely. Anyway, upstairs, you say? Not for long!” Gojyo felt a bolt of lust when he remembered what had happened the day before, when he and Yohji had been in that same lounge room and everyone else was out…He thought that he'd better head upstairs before his body started to remember, too.

 

 

It was only when he was heading for the door that he recalled the last conversation he'd had with Sanzo. “Ah, and Ken? I wouldn't be so certain that Commander Jerk isn't trying to get into Officer Silent's pants. He's just not as upfront as I am. Not everyone can be this self-confident, because not everyone can be this sexy. But yeah, keep that in mind, now!”

 

 

This time, Ken had to smack Omi on the back because he was coughing and choking so hard.

 

 

Gojyo laughed his way through the house, heading for the room he'd spent a large portion of the past three days in. He was hoping that Yohji hadn't started getting ready to go out yet; there was something about watching the man dress that was ridiculously hot.

 

 

Once again, he didn't bother knocking before opening the door. Hell, it'd worked out nicely for him earlier, and sometimes lightening does strike twice!

 

 

Gojyo was in luck: when he pushed the door open, Yohji was standing with his back to the redhead, headphones blaring some sort of rock music while he dug through his wardrobe. Thanking his lucky stars, Gojyo crept up behind the oblivious man, keeping movement to a minimum.

 

 

Reaching his target, a pair of hands reached out, grabbing Yohji's ass roughly. The blonde jumped slightly, and then softened back to lean against the body behind him. Flipping his head to the side, Yohji spoke against Gojyo's jaw line, lips caressing the shaven skin and tongue darting out to run across the bone. “Mmm, evening Gojyo. Are we all done here, or do you have work shit to do?”

 

 

Shivering slightly, Gojyo moved one hand to rest on Yohji's waist and the other to flip off the headphones. He was pleased to feel a similar shiver run through the other man when he pressed his lips against the curled cartilage of an ear. “I've got people…well, a person, on the work shit. I knew Priesty would come in handy one day, so we've got a, ha ha, a date, don't we? You gonna get dressed?”

 

 

When Yohji nodded, Gojyo dropped his hands and stepped away, enjoying the slight groan of disappointment that Yohji let out. The blonde turned around to watch where Gojyo was going, and he smiled when the kappa dropped down to sit cross-legged on the large bed. “Planning on spectating, hey? Fine then. You want a show, you'll get a show. Only this time, you're allowed to touch the stripper; I'd be offended if you didn't, to tell the truth.”

 

 

A leering grin spread over Gojyo's face, lighting his eyes with pure anticipation. “Well, if those're your terms, then I'm even gonna let you pick the music.”

 

 

“Oh, aren't you just so kind. Let's see…I think this one.” Taking the MP3 player he'd been listening to out of his pocket, Yohji plugged it into his speakers that sat in the corner, and then turned to look directly into Gojyo's eyes.

 

 

A slow, steady drum beat worked its way from the stereo as the blonde began to softly gyrate his hips to the music, movements speeding up as a bluesy guitar riff kicked in. The beat becoming more defined, he began to roll his shoulders in time, hands starting to slide down a covered torso as a deep voice rolled across the music.

 

 

“She rides, letting loose upon the world; she is the night, and my loneliness in bondage. She's black, and sin runs down her back; she rides, from the daylight in chains.”

 

 

He stepped towards the bed, moving with the liquid grace of a naturally-talented dancer. Hands still trailing down, Yohji's fingers started to slip towards his inner thighs, just skimming his crotch and causing Gojyo to absent-mindedly reach down and adjust his quickly tightening pants. Yohji kept looking at his audience, spurred on by the heated gaze following the movements of his hands. Hips kept swaying to the song and fingers reversed direction to wander upwards, making Yohji sigh as his palms slid directly over his hardening erection.

 

 

Gojyo moved forward to sit on the very edge of the mattress, entranced by the sensual movements of his lover. Just as his hand was moving towards his dick, almost desperate for some friction, he was stopped by the blonde swaying right up until their legs touched. Placing one knee on the bed beside Gojyo's leg, Yohji slipped his fingers under the hem of his shirt, dragging his hands and his shirt together up over defined muscles. The kappa's eyes were level with small brown nipples, and when they were revealed he leaned forward to take one between his teeth, throwing off the blonde's rhythm for a single beat.

 

 

With his left hand, Gojyo gently pinched the other nipple, and his right hand gripped Yohji's bunched-up shirt to pull it off completely. Yohji lifted his hands further to run them through shoulder-length hair, body still pulsing to the insistent beat of the music. They slipped back down to tug on the red hair tickling his bare chest, making Gojyo end his fun with Yohji's nipples.

 

 

Long, tanned fingers set the blonde's skin on fire as they reached around to support his back, allowing Yohji to pull his other leg onto the bed so that he straddled Gojyo's lap. The half-demon groaned and thrust upwards, bringing his groin directly into contact with Yohji's so that both men tightened their grips in pleasure. Covered dicks were ground against each other, still keeping to the beat in the background and making Gojyo realise that he'd never had such an amazing lapdance. There was definitely something to be said for being allowed to touch the dancer…

 

 

Yohji suddenly became aware that he was holding chunks of red hair in a tight enough grip to almost remove some, and he immediately dropped his hands to rest lazily over broad shoulders. He felt Gojyo's lips attack his neck, bringing with them a need to be fully naked and pinned underneath a strong body. Yohji's back arched, his hair falling down to slide over bare shoulders.

 

 

Moaning softly, the green-eyed man leaned to press his cheek against his lover's and spoke into his ear. “You planning on…Oh, Gods, don't stop…taking these pants off me? I'm getting uncomfortable…” He punctuated his words with a particularly forceful thrust, which pulled further moans from both men.

 

 

In reply, Gojyo winked and slid his hands to rest on Yohji's hips, lifting the other man almost easily to encourage him to stand. Yohji complied and took a step back, giving Gojyo enough room to slide from the bed onto the floor, resting on his knees so that his face was level with uncovered abdominals. The Chinese man pressed light kisses against the skin before him, lowering his head as hands regained their position buried in his hair. Unable to help himself, Gojyo rubbed the side of his face against a covered hardness, earning a strangled curse from his partner.

 

 

He took a deep breath and, turning his head until his nose pressed against Yohji, took the very top of black jeans between his teeth to pull it out so that his tongue could guide the button from its hole. A shudder that ran through Yohji had Gojyo grabbing the very tops of his thighs to hold him still, all the while fully unfastening the button and gripping the tab of the zipper between white teeth.

 

 

Gojyo's trapped cock throbbed when his face was met by dark blonde pubes and an excited erection; as Yohji had said two days ago, `underwear is overrated!' He hadn't been planning on it, but being so close to the heat of Yohji's body had Gojyo taking the other man straight into his mouth, enjoying the feel of the pulsing appendage between his lips.

 

 

Having turned the tables, the kappa timed the slide of his mouth to the final beats of the song, picking up a fairly fast pace. Gojyo fell into his task, and was only dimly aware of the track changing to an industrial-esque pop song, not bothering to take much notice until he felt and heard Yohji start laughing.

 

 

He pulled back, eyes flicking up to silently question what was suddenly so funny. Yohji caught his breath, giving an explanation delivered between moans and curses. “It's the…oh, fuck…this song is…ahhh…just listen to the, shit, to the chorus…” He finished off with a long groan as he was swallowed back into Gojyo's throat.

 

 

Curious, Gojyo turned part of his attention to the song playing, still working Yohji's dick with his lips and tongue. He pulled back and smiled around the flesh when the meaning of the blonde's words became apparent. The female singer's voice was easily understood, making it obvious why Yohji had started laughing.

 

 

“Let's go, cum junkie, turn me on…Let's go, cum junkie, can't stop feeling me up all night…”

 

 

Gojyo pulled away from Yohji completely, smirking up at the face looking down on him. “A cum junkie, huh? Well, if that's what you think of me…” He went back to the task, summoning every bit of his extensive skill to suck Yohji off as well as he possibly could. It didn't take long to have a constant stream of breathy sighs and cursing filling the room, almost overtaking the volume of the music.

 

 

He didn't even have his hands anywhere near his own dick, still contained in its prison of fabric, but when he felt the member in his mouth begin to pulse and spill, his body jumped to copy and warm stickiness flooded both his mouth and the inside of his pants. It'd been a long time since he'd last come without immediate attention; even blowing Hakkai couldn't pull the same reaction from him, and a slight flush of embarrassment heated his face. It only lasted a few moments though, typical good humour shining through to look on the bright side.

 

 

Pulling off Yohji once more, he grabbed the top of undone jeans to pull them right to the floor, allowing the blonde to step out, fully naked. Gojyo grasped the hand that was offered out to him, rising to his feet and laughing. He gestured to his wet crotch and spoke to the still slightly dazed-looking assassin. “I guess you were right, Yohji. I spurted without even being touched…almost makes me relive the glory days of being a teenager. Or maybe you just; taste; that; good!” The final words were spaced with fleeting kisses to Yohji's lips, the last dissolving into a desperate clash of tongues and teeth as they shared the taste of Yohji's come between them.

 

 

“Well, are we still going out?” Yohji questioned once he'd rescued his mouth from the eager tongue. He wasn't sure which would be better: Staying in and having a night full of sex, or going out, getting drunk, making other people jealous and then coming back for more sex. Both options ended in fucking, so he was happy either way.

 

 

“Hmmm, well, I s'pose that I said we would…Alright, as long as I can borrow something to wear, let's go break some hearts. Besides, weren't you about to get dressed? How the Hell did that turn into a striptease, a lapdance and a blow job?” Not that Gojyo had any complaints about how a simple outfit change blew way out of proportion.

 

 

“Fine, you probably won't look anywhere near as sexy as I do in my clothes, but I'm sure I can find something that looks good on you.” Yohji delivered his words with a cheeky grin, making Gojyo laugh and hit him on the bare shoulder as the pair turned towards the oversized wardrobe against one wall.

 

 

“Well, I wouldn't want to look like some sort of slut, now would I?”

 

 

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In the living room, conversation about the mission had long since run out. Where that would usually mean an unbroken stretch of silence for both men, a shaky bond between the two had formed and was drawing small snippets of banter into the open. Neither man was particularly good at small talk, and neither wanted to open up about themselves, so talk was limited to snide comments about team mates and contrasts between employers. The silence between, though, had finally become comfortable and the underlying tension had almost completely evaporated.

 

 

Aya found himself beginning to enjoy the renegade priest's company, an unexpected though not entirely unwelcome discovery. Even the lingering smell of cigarette smoke wasn't bothering him.

 

 

Sanzo, on the other hand, had come to several conclusions about the man sitting opposite him. The most amusing of these was the near-certainty he felt in thinking that, beneath the annoyance the redhead showed towards his tall, blonde team mate, there was a desire in Aya to bend the man over the nearest horizontal surface and take his ass.

 

 

Then again, if he didn't seem so goddamned irritating, Sanzo would probably do the same to Yohji; it didn't look like the man would need much convincing…

 

 

Sanzo liked a challenge on occasion, though…and he thought that there might be one currently sitting just metres away from him. He had to clear his throat and distract himself before his mind got a little out of hand, which drew Aya's attention in the form of a flashing purple glance.

 

 

Sanzo felt the sudden urge to say something…anything! He glared around surreptitiously to find a topic of conversation.

 

 

“Where did the hole in the wall come from? Wayward soccer ball? You attempting to put Yohji's head through it?”

 

 

“Hn, no. That's a new addition. Our idiot and your idiot were apparently trying to fuck each other into the wall, hence the need for new plaster. Stupidity personified, those two.”

 

 

Smirking inwardly, Sanzo stifled a short burst of laughter. It was almost like talking to himself; the perfect situation, really. “Sounds about right. I don't think the kappa prat has taken much of a liking to you, he was bitching to Hakkai that he didn't need to know another me.”

 

 

Sanzo was shocked when a deep, rumbling laugh burst out of the seemingly humourless Aya. It didn't last long, but it was genuine, and Sanzo felt his lips curve into a smile. “Oh, no, the walking bag of disease doesn't like me. I think I'm losing my will to live, truthfully.”

 

 

Another conclusion that Sanzo had come to: with the right motivation, the redhead had a bitingly sarcastic sense of humour. He appreciated that.

 

 

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Gojyo and Yohji stomped down the stairs, tangled enough around each other that it was a little difficult for Omi to pick who had their hands where. Not that he was particularly interested in finding out. He'd accidentally walked in on the blonde far too often to need anything that may recall those visuals.

 

 

The pair were making more noise than seemed possible for only two people, but it descended to silence when an unfamiliar sound passed into the kitchen through the living room door.

 

 

“That's…Aya…isn't it? And he's…laughing? Uhhhh…am I high right now?” Yohji stood stock still, head cocked to the side as he wondered whether he was somehow tripping balls without realising.

 

 

“No, Yohji, I hear it too. It's good that Aya's actually showing some friendliness to another person…” Omi trailed off when he remembered Gojyo's words upon leaving the kitchen earlier. Instinctively he raised his hand to his nose, checking for blood, and was relieved when his fingers came away unstained. A lucky escape, that one.

 

 

“Well, okay, it's time to leave Bizarro World and invade the nightlife. We'll try not to make too much noise tonight, kid!” Gojyo winked at Omi, lightly smacking Yohji's ass and leading him out the door.

 

 

Ah, there was that nosebleed. Omi pinched the end of his nose and groped around for a tissue box, endlessly glad that Ken had gone out for a night-time run and wasn't around to take the piss.

 

 

Hearing the sound of glass clinking through the wall, he decided that it was time to retreat to his own room. He knew there was a stash of liquor in the living room, and being an aural witness to Aya `loosening up' wasn't at the top of his list of priorities. The sound of a team mate having sex was bad enough when he couldn't escape it, so he was happy to take his leave before he heard what Aya sounded like when he…Blood began to drip onto the floor, and it was definitely time to go.

 

 

No one was there to witness Omi's graceless, stumbling and bleeding escape.

 

 

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It was an unusually warm night, and the house's cooling facilities were sadly lacking. Sanzo felt sweat beginning to form over his body and, without giving a thought to the fact that he was in front of a virtual stranger, stood up to release his robes from his shoulders to hang about his waist. He exhaled at the feel of air caressing small patches of exposed skin, missing the simultaneous intake of breath that Aya made.

 

 

In an unconsciously sexy action he stretched lean arms above his head and arched slightly, loosening his muscles to a point that he hadn't felt in too long. Sanzo sat back down, only then looking at the other man in the room. Goosebumps began to break out on the very tops of his biceps when he saw the intense look in the redhead's eyes; a gaze of contemplation, admiration and very faint lust.

 

 

Aya blinked, the look vanishing from his eyes as his rational mind took over again. It'd been so long since he'd had another…his body was reacting without prompt from his mind, which pissed Aya off to no end. He didn't like feeling out of control of his actions, and need was one thing he had always hoped to get rid of forever. `But those armbands are ridiculously erotic…Don't you want to peel him out of that shirt?' Aya could have sworn that a voice in the back of his mind was purring. The swordsman didn't even know that his mind could work like that; he needed hard liquor, and now. That would drown out the voice.

 

 

Rising to his feet, Aya moved over to the display cupboard sitting against the wall. He knew that there was booze and glasses towards the back; another of Yohji's `secret' hiding places.

 

 

“What do you drink?” Was his voice rougher than it should have been? Were his shields cracking? Shit!

 

 

“Anything's fine.”

 

 

Aya grunted in reply, grabbing the first bottle he saw and splashing brown liquid into two glasses, accidentally clashing the bottle neck to the glass rim. Walking back to the chair, he handed Sanzo his glass wordlessly, and it was received wordlessly.

 

Sanzo sniffed at the drink, then shrugged slightly and tipped it straight down his throat. Years of drinking with Hakkai tended to get a person's tolerance for alcohol pretty high. Plus, he was never entirely sure that being fully drunk around the perverted kappa would end with both of them staying unmolested. He was going to give himself every advantage to stay aware.

 

 

Watching the movement of the booze in the glass, Aya raised it to his lips and drank half, not as used to alcohol as the priest. A drop settled on his upper lip and Sanzo watched as the very tip of a pink tongue darted out to remove it. He couldn't help himself; he moaned faintly, but just loud enough to be heard.

 

 

Aya was confused; he wasn't particularly good at social interaction, and he didn't know exactly how to interpret the noise that came from Sanzo. So he went into familiar territory, and simply pretended that it never happened. The mood in the room changed perceptibly, the tension returning and the silence becoming uncomfortable almost instantly.

 

 

Abruptly, Sanzo stood and fastened his robes properly again. Meeting Aya's very nearly curious eyes, he simply shook back his hair and spoke a single word; `Goodnight.'

 

 

Not expecting any form of reply, he walked out of the room and away from the utterly perplexing beauty sitting there. Was this how other people felt when they had to deal with him? If so, Sanzo was glad, but it was just plain irritating to have to face such shielded emotions himself. Clearly, that was the reason why the redhead had so much built-up sexual tension; even Sanzo could see that the man needed a good fuck, but no one was probably game enough to approach him.

 

 

`Well then…is it game on?'

 

 

Stepping out into the warm night air, Sanzo snickered into the dark. He'd never had to chase another person before; they'd simply fallen into line whenever he decided to show some interest. This could be fun.

 

 

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***Sadly, you can add `She Rides' by Danzig, and `Cum Junkie' by Genitorturers to the list of things I don't own the rights to and therefore don't make anything from.

 

Originally, instead of Danzig, it was going to be `Closer' by NIN, but I decided I wanted something slightly less clichéd haha.

 

Also: I just couldn't resist the Weiss Thursday reference. Quality entertainment, that.***