Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Craving ❯ Part Six ( Chapter 6 )

Crimson Craving 6

Mrs. Rusalki

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An overwhelming rush of vertigo besieged him. His monocle was lying somewhere near the door, unbroken. The force of the impact seemed to be caused by an inhumanly strong element. Hakkai was a slender person but even so, he was still a full-grown man with well-developed muscles. To fling him into the middle of the room at one fell swoop by a man with almost the same size was by no means an easy feat. Before he could decide what to do next, Sanzou was upon him, frenetically trying to claw out the flesh beneath his eyes.

Hakkai should have been aware that Sanzou knew how to claim his possessions. This abnormal display of hostility was no less than the act of having his name tattooed on Gojyo's back. No one could go anywhere near his only sex toy because it had been tagged, labeled and stamped with a bar code as Sanzou-sama's property. If someone did come near Gojyo, then this was what would happen: wordless violence in its rawest, purest form.

Gojyo and Goku immediately sallied to his rescue and successfully restrained-with considerable difficulty-a thrashing Sanzou. His skinny arms were temporarily bound together by Gojyo to avoid more casualties. Hakkai already had a long but shallow cut across his face. And that didn't include whatever bruise he might be awarded from the fall.

"Get out you two!" Gojyo yelled in panic over the din of Sanzou's screams and Goku's questions.

Wordlessly, Goku assisted a shell-shocked Hakkai out of the door but not without one last terrified look at his mad master. The pair went straight to their room. Hakkai went to his bed where he sat so still that Goku was afraid the older man was ready to burst into many tiny pieces like an overblown balloon. It put an end to all his unanswered questions.

Meanwhile in the other room, Gojyo was trying a solution that he thought could mollify Sanzou but so far, soft, whispered words had not done their magic. Sanzou wasn't too happy about being bound again and he was taking his anger out on the nearest person around. Gojyo's forcing him to stop triggered a paranoid bone in his system that would make him react in aggression. The amount and quality of the profanities he showered Gojyo with were enough to make an ordinary man cry.

"Let me go, you fucker!"

"Not until you stop, fucker."

"Fuck you!"

"You always do."

Sanzou screamed again. Gojyo was the worthier king of obscenities. Beyond Sanzou's knowledge, Gojyo was also king of another realm… jerking off. With his hands sandwiched between Gojyo and his back, the former found the helpless latter's rig and began to stroke. Sanzou's eyes rolled upward involuntarily. His head lolled forward and he began moving to the rhythm of Gojyo's ministrations.

Sanzou could hear Gojyo's accusatory whispers in his ear: "You smell like shit, Sanzou-sama. Did you even wipe yourself?"

The monk couldn't find the time or effort for a riposte as he was pretty occupied at the moment.

The door to their room opened. Hakkai and Goku looked up from their laps to see who had just entered.

"Hey."

"Gojyo…" said Hakkai, stupefied.

"Where's Sanzou?" It was Goku.

"Asleep. Go check on him and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid if he wakes up," answered Gojyo with a wink. He looked as if he had been to war. His wink didn't catch its usual sparkle.

Goku smiled and bounded out of the room. He missed Sanzou so much that he wouldn't mind being in the same room with him even if he was asleep.

Gojyo sat beside Hakkai quietly. As he did this, the other man observed him with full attention.

"The antipyretic was ineffective. I'm sorry," Hakkai began.

"It wasn't your fault. At least you tried, ne?" Gojyo smiled at Hakkai and slung an arm over his skinny shoulders. "You gave our precious monk the biggest momma of all laxatives." He laughed.

Hakkai couldn't help but smile. Gojyo was such a charmer.

"I know," said Gojyo suddenly.

"What do you know?"

"You said I was a charmer."

"I can't remember saying it out loud though."

"Oops. I suppose I should tell you now but promise you won't think about it much, okay?"

Hakkai nodded.

"Do you remember the last time I came back maimed?"

"The night we put Sanzou in chicken blood, yes."

Gojyo put on a look of surprise. 'Chicken blood? That explains a lot.' He dismissed it first because he had a story to tell. "The bimbo I slept with did something weird to me that's not related to sex. It was terribly confusing. I got mugged by some youkai thugs on my way here but I couldn't fight back because there were so many things screaming in my head whenever I get touched. I confirmed it when you helped me get up and I only accepted it when… when I ran away from you days before."

"I can't remember what I was thinking back then but I'm sorry if it offended you." Hakkai snuggled closer to Gojyo's shirtless body.

"Out of sight, out of mind. But we still have to do something about Sanzou. Who's the bastard who hoodwinked you? Give him a dose of his own medicine. Let Goku beat the crap out of him."

"That won't accomplish anything, Gojyo."

"You could grill him and find out where the plantation of the stupid fruit is. I'm just sorry I couldn't part ways with Sanzou-sama's ass until he's recovered. You know how it is."

Hakkai smiled sadly. "And there's still the problem of Sanzou once he comes to his senses. I sincerely hope that this is a fugue because otherwise, he wouldn't take kindly to your deeds."

Gojyo frowned and shook Hakkai none too gently. "Damn! You imagined it again. That's why I don't fancy mirrors hanging on the walls of a room. I don't like seeing myself doing it. And about Sanzou's reaction… if he thinks that he'd sooner die than to let me defile his sanctified body, then he's got a real problem and it's gonna be his alone. I already did my part, dammit." And then the following he murmured more to himself: "It's not as if my butt could last another week…"

"Sumimasen. These events are so strange and they're making my imagination run amok." His statement was followed by a nervous laugh that made his shoulders shake. The atmosphere was livening up by degrees and Gojyo could feel his naughty nerves dance agog along his spine. He could of course make a joke with what was on his mind to extenuate its gravity.

"Tell me, Hakkai, have you ever had the crazy idea of doing it with me?"

The older man looked at him, looking about as outraged as his face could possibly manage.

"Don't lie now, you can't." This was true. Gojyo hadn't found total control of his freakish clairvoyance to be able to block out other people's thoughts. They just keep coming in with or without his consent. Hakkai's unsettlement excited him. He kept grinning seductively at Hakkai to pressure him into answering correctly. The other's face was so serious that it was starting to scare Gojyo's grin away.

There was a heavy sigh and he said softly, "I did. Once or twice."

"Twice actually. And both incidents involve my coming out of the bathroom. It works!"

"Gojyo!" Hakkai said indignantly but he was glad to have this break in activity with his best friend finally.

"Okay, I quit and to be fair, I'll give you a never-heard before confession."

"I'm listening," said Hakkai as he bit his lip in anticipation.

Gojyo smirked naughtily. "I get horny when I see you do the laundry in the river." He laughed and placed a quick, boyish peck on Hakkai's uninjured cheek. "I'm not kidding. The way you hum and get wet while smiling and washing gives me a really nasty woodie that I have to watch Goku eat to get rid of it."

The sound of Hakkai's discreet laugh mingled with Gojyo's unrestrained guffaws in the blankness of the room.

"What about Sanzou?"

"What about him?"

"Have you ever felt the same…"

"Way about him? Hell, yeah! Kami knows I've been around ugly, stinking youkais long enough to be attracted to pretty laddies with tight asses, be they excessively nice like you or… in Sanzou's case… extremely nasty."

"On what occasions?" Curiosity got the better of Hakkai.

Gojyo looked at him levelly. "Do you know why I always try to find a woman minutes after watching Sanzou read his paper with his glasses and that damned spandex turtleneck of his?"

Realization suddenly dawned on Hakkai's face.

Gojyo waved his hand impatiently. "Enough with the question and answer portion already or I might lose all my secrets. So when are you and Goku going to find the cure? It's been a while but Sanzou's showing no signs of healing. He needs something and it ain't time which is something we haven't got either."

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"Gyokumen Koushu-sama, your company waits," the servant announced without meeting the queen's eyes.

"Show him in."

The servant shuffled away with quick, tiny steps to allow Kougaiji inside the bedchambers. The maid-servant came back with Kougaiji who was wearing slick and all black leather attire. It played a big part in her instructions. The woman was very particular about his appearance for their encounter.

For the second time, the servant disappeared, very skilled in doing so without attracting any attention.

"I want this to be done immediately." Kougaiji's face was eerily passive. It would be unwise to invite her wrath by showing discontent but he didn't want to appear too eager either. He realized early on that the problem wouldn't rely on his ability to please her but to please him sufficiently so he could manage a decent hard-on. The prospect of sexing Gyokumen was too daunting and disgusting a task to even get aroused. The woman was an S&M fan for crying out loud [1].

When it came down to it, Kougaiji preferred his encounters to safe, soft and comforting than to have them with fellatio and pederasty bound in kinky leather. Shudders went up and down his back so frequently that he was sure he was growing three inches of hair because of the deranged pores turning themselves inside out.

Even the atmosphere orchestrated by the queen seemed bogus and disorienting. If anything, Gyokumen should be named queen of Goth not Togenkyou. The grotesque carvings on the wooden furniture in this redesigned chamber seemed alive when lambent flickers of the candlelight hit them.

"Come closer, prince."

The cynic in him wanted to go over the tower window and hurl just to show her how much he detested everything about her. He couldn't care less if she had a body more perfect than that of his subordinate, Yaone because in his eyes, Gyokumen would forever remain a gnarled, wingless harpy with needle-sharp fangs who would consider a fuck with anyone who had a big enough role in her diabolical plans… or perhaps big enough would do.

All this useless anger… there were many things where he could put it to good use and the most rewarding which was strangling her to death was just too far away to even consider right now.

He walked in her direction and saw that she was wearing a mini version of her usual kimono to show off pale, shapely legs. He stopped a meter from the foot of the bed and waited for her next instruction.

"I want to see you," was her cue.

Kougaiji divested his clothing as if he were about to go through a clinical procedure. Nothing told of his anger or nervousness. Once finished undressing, and still not hard, she observed him, grinning maliciously.

"Come."

He sat beside her mechanically and as soon as he had settled himself, she started touching him in sensitive places, feeling him, getting to knowing him like a stepmother shouldn't. Her hands were good at this because they seemed to be everywhere at one time. He closed his eyes. Maybe this wouldn't turn out too bad. There was a delicious hardness forming in his groin. He then opened his eyes to remind himself of the person doing this to him except when he did there was just a lump beside him. It was in the shape of a woman but it was definitely the farthest thing from a woman because it was simply a fountain of insects and arthropods. Some were even in their larval form. His mouth opened to let out a scream as he thought of a way to escape. The lump shifted and where a woman's mouth should have been, there formed a cavity that showed more critters inside. It grabbed his arms and pulled him closer for a deathly kiss.

And then Kougaiji woke up.

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Yaone entered the chamber of her temporary master quietly. She avoided meeting his gaze as much as she could.

"You called, Tao Yung-sama," she said as she settled on the customary kneeling position.

There was a grunt from the direction of the throne as a sign of acknowledgment. Her gaze shifted upwards to see if he had made any gestures that would indicate her next task. His right hand was extended to the Imari jars standing against the walls. "Have you counted them all?"

"I haven't sir but if it is your will…"

He raised his hand to stop her. "That won't be necessary. There are now 43 jars compared to the first time you came here. Supposedly a woman is to come here before the end of your two-week stay but the wait has been long. She might not come at all. You know what this means of course."

She bit her lip. "Tao Yung-sama wants to check the progress of my research."

"You follow well. How is it?"

"I think I have all that I need at your laboratory. There's a good chance that the remedy will be ready before my time draws to a close, sir."

"Very well. If you accomplish this task, I'll grant you your freedom. If not, my desires will not rest long enough for my men to find another willing woman to satiate me. It's likely that your ashes will rest in that jar. For now, you're dismissed."

Yaone left the chamber determined not to cry. 'I will not die here even in the name of Kougaiji-sama. I know him well enough for him to want me back in his service safely.'

TBC

I'm sorry if this story is branching out in all directions. I swear Kougaiji's dream has a purpose.