Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Craving ❯ Part Three ( Chapter 3 )

Crimson Craving 3

Mrs. Rusalki

Standard disclaimers apply.

And then you inch right in,

But nothing you have is for me.

Cause when we are skin to skin,

A piece of your heart is mine.

Well, that's a different story.

He lathered some vanilla-scented liquid soap into Hakkai's (predictably enough) mint green puff to work out a rich bubbly texture. He wondered vaguely whether it would still retain its color after they use it. He was kneeling beside Sanzou's feet in the bathtub that was now filled with clean water, much to the monk's apparent dismay. Gojyo had to kiss him over and over before he agreed to take a bath. He may be a sexually active man but that didn't prevent him from having good hygiene. And he wasn't about to break that habit now because of the bloodlust of some high and dry monk.

Why would he want to go to a journey stinking of last night's coitus? The monk's aptitude to criticize wrongdoers was insufferably harsh… but this occasion of course was an exception. This time they would smell-if opportunities presented themselves-just like each other's bodily juices. Their only consolation was that despite Goku's keen sense of smell, he could not name that scent. But Hakkai probably would… and how embarrassing could that be? Even the baka saru's loud words could not match that knowing look of those green-eyes. Geez, he had more sagacity than any woman Gojyo had ever laid with!

'Oh what the hell,' Gojyo thought. 'It's not like I'm the one who needs it. After that episode with that witch, I probably wouldn't be able to satisfy my sexual appetite until I find a counter spell to this stupid curse…' and then more to that effect, 'I hope those two could find the cure to this bouzo's madness.'

He examined the monk's face. "Kiss…" Sanzou muttered while staring just ahead of him.

Gojyo rolled his eyes. He liked his current position. This was how he took a bath. But anyway, "Be careful what you wish for. In the meantime, here's the shampoo, asshole," Gojyo said and shoved Goku's apple flavored shampoo into his hand which was twirling strands of his red hair. "Shampoo that," he commanded. "At least you'd be doing something worthwhile."

Sanzou looked at the bottle in his hands, his face blank. "Red," he commented simply. It fascinated Gojyo that he was reduced to a deadpan, monosyllabic sex addict but oh, what Gojyo would give to have a sexual experience with a sane and willing Genjou Sanzou.

'It would be awfully kinky with all his restraints.' Gojyo chuckled. "That's the only one we've got. Why don't you do my hair for now? It's red too." That was of course a gibe because he hadn't known at that time that red things were what Sanzou wanted. He only guessed that on his own.

He prompted Sanzou's hands into shampooing his head. There was little resistance from Sanzou and that comforted Gojyo a little bit. 'At least I can get through to him… somehow. Hadn't I just been able to feed him before he starved himself to death?'

After slamming the door shut a while ago, Sanzou had dimmed out, consequently losing to the wrestling match with Gojyo because of sheer energy loss. Gojyo then had Goku fetch for food that could easily be swallowed. Sanzou still had his mad wits about him although he didn't struggle against Gojyo's caring, feeding ritual. Even that insane part of him succumbed to nourishment because it could not fight the body's aching demands. After that, they had another match that involved kissing and wrestling but this one was a battle for the bath. The stronger of the two won and even if the other was lacking in cerebral fluids to function correctly, he settled.

Right now, the redhead was scrubbing his own body with the puff, careful not to scrub too hard on open wounds. After that, he attended to Sanzou's long firm legs that were above the water level.

"Uh-oh, Hakkai's gonna complain about his puff if he sees it. We've stained it." Gojyo stood up. There was no reaction from Sanzou who was now facing him.

While Gojyo scrubbed his body, Sanzou shampooed the other's hair. Gojyo was trying to get the most of the situation by studying, touching and exploring the priest's body with the puff… Sanzou's body was everything Gojyo predicted it to be. Soft, pliant and covered with very tiny pores that made it look so… for lack of a better word… delectable. Some parts of it disturbed Gojyo though. The bite marks and scratches hadn't disappeared yet from his friend's body.

The task proved to be more entertaining than taxing which was how he saw it at first due to the other man's uncooperative attitude. A few minutes into it, and all his notions were upended and turned around. He wasn't even that disgusted when he cleaned the insides of Sanzou's firm butt cheeks because of the dried grime that clung to it.

'It feels good to know that even if he's as untouchable as he is, he's still shitting through the same shit-hole.'

Softly, long pale and wrinkly fingers traveled to Gojyo's eye making the redhead recoil from the stinging soap suds. Thankfully, Sanzou's mind was absolutely blank at that particular moment or else Gojyo would've experienced a new set of twisted visions. "Itai!" he complained and slapped away the hand that was the culprit.

"Lay off my eye, goddamit!" Sanzou turned motionless and then with a startling splash, dropped himself beside Gojyo's feet. "I'm trying to take a friggin' bath for the two of us here …" There was still no expression on his face which led Gojyo to frown and roll his red eyes.

Sanzou touched the insides of the other's thighs and suddenly Gojyo saw what the monk was seeing at that very moment. He was loath to remove those hands from his legs because of all the emotions that it provoked: the images and mild arousal from the tactile act.

All but the red articles in the room were visible. It was fascinating to see his hair, eyes and wounds stand out from the blurry, sketched background. He looked at the monk whose droopy and temporarily doleful eyes stared back at him; a touch of pleading that in normal circumstances would've killed him was evident in them. And then, he drew his hand away but not before a flash of a carnal battle, with demon innards splayed around, bloodstains on the floor, and hungry rodents scurrying about feasting on the carrion was transferred to Gojyo. This image had red written all over it… and sadly, Gojyo preferred this than seeing nothing but gray undecipherable sceneries. So must have had Sanzou…

The monk clearly wanted him to see his tragedy but how or why he had caught up with Gojyo's own crisis was lost on the latter. Even Hakkai was not able to perceive it. Out of pity more than anything else (or so Gojyo would like to believe), he wrapped his arms around the monk and pressed his forehead against the other's, making Sanzou see only Gojyo's wine-red eyes and little else.

"You know I actually feel bad about doing this… especially with you being like this," he whispered softly, "but if this is the only way to stop you from caving in, Genjou Sanzou, so be it. I am at your disposal." With that, he planted a little kiss in Sanzou's open mouth, fervently wishing that the real monk trapped inside was oblivious to the things he was doing to his body.

Perhaps it was only because of the fact that Gojyo thought that Sanzou would not remember the events of this night save for the scattered fragments of a lost dream, that he had the courage to impart with him such a valiant pledge. Perhaps it also rooted from the sympathy that he had imposed upon himself to feel every time misfortune came to someone who he judged was undeserving of it. It was a device to keep his sanity and ever-so wavering respect he had for intelligent beings, man and youkai alike. The existence of this virtue in his other life might have been a factor but how would he know? Whatever the reason was, Gojyo prepared himself for a heroic task that demanded utter patience and strong command over his mind. Such were the entrapments of a friend concerned. And if Sanzou demanded more than a little carnal loving that his mind bloody screamed, Gojyo'd be happy to provide it.

After all, the happiest of Sanzou's thoughts as of press time-including the carnage and kasalanan fruits-were that of frantic lovemaking fantasies with the only lover that his vision could recognize. It was now up to Gojyo to turn those dreams into reality.

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Yaone stood before the drawbridge of a sizable domain surrounded by stone fortifications and wide moats. The water in it looked stagnant and it reeked of something whose origin she couldn't fathom, only describe as the scent of old blood and youkai semen.

'Youkai semen?!' she questioned her confused intuition. Of course she knew its scent through various experimentations on account of her being a pharmacist but she couldn't be sure. It would take copious amounts of it streamed into water to affect the olfactory senses. Granted that youkai had keener senses than humans generally, it was still unlikely that such a stench could assail her nose… not with this magnitude.

Biting her lower lip and clutching her hand to her breast, she called out the name which Gyokumen Koushu instructed her to.

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Ni Jieni giggled at the secret joke he was sharing with his white bunny. He pulled it away from his face and looked at it from arm's length.

His eyes widened. "Oh no, you don't say!" he started in mock outrage. Kougaiji who was on his way to his stepmother's chambers glared at the scientist who had just been to his destination.

'No, Kougaiji, you are not interested in whatever that psycho is discussing with his stupid bunny…' he told himself.

Upon seeing the barely withheld expression of disgust in the prince's face, Ni smiled. "Kougaiji-sama, are you not interested in joining our conversation? We call this the Mad Scientist and White Hare's convention… since we don't serve tea."

Kougaiji rolled his eyes from five meters away and continued walking. He knew better than to acknowledge Ni's schizophrenic diversions.

Ni gave a disappointed frown that was about as real as the cord that the Fenris-wolf was bound with in Ragnarok [1]. "Oh but we would let you play Kougaiji in Gyokumen Koushu-sama's Wonderland!" he whined, moving the arms of the white bunny in a pinwheel like manner.

Had Kougaiji inherited even the smallest amount of dragon blood through his genealogy, smoke would definitely be rising from his ears and nose. For now, he would just have to satisfy himself with conjuring images of Ni with a pole inserted through his asshole straight to his mouth and roasting like a pig on a fiesta. The bunny then would have to be fitted in whatever space was left in his evil trap. But then again maybe not… with all the psychotic tendencies that the scientist displayed, he could be, for all Kougaiji knew, a card-carrying masochist. He might end up enjoying the punishment rather than suffering it.

Well, tonight, actuating his murderous design for Ni was a faraway dream; the bitch would surely blow her top on him if he did something remotely violent to the 'most intelligent' man in her 'Revive Gyumao' project.

Inside the chamber, he stood before the platform of his cunning stepmother who also happened to be one of the creatures that Kougaiji, in all his princely honor, glory and magnanimity, could not help but detest.

That implacable smirk in her face vanished momentarily when her lips puckered. Two sensual rouge leeches sucking those white dentures that were decorated with occasional fangs.

"What is it that you want, stepson?" she asked; the purr rising from her mouth made the hairs on the back of Kougaiji's neck stand up on their ends.

"Yaone hasn't been able to attend to her duties for the past twelve hours. I can hardly assume that she left willingly without my orders."

"You're accusing me? She could've gone of her own accord. You certainly give her enough freedom to be able to do so." Her scorn and mock incredulity reflected in her eyes.

"I know Yaone well enough to warrant her that freedom. Where is she?" He was clearly insistent despite the potential danger of his situation. He knew that Doctor Ni had taken part in this game.

Her eyes narrowed calculatingly and her mouth drew a thin line. "I sent her on an errand."

"She's my subordinate. The least you could've done was to inform me of it!" There was no remorse from Kougaiji's tone, just annoyance and frustration.

She stood up. "Know your place, Kougaiji! I'm not getting into the subject of who owns what and who controls who with you. You know for a fact that I should use every available resource to speed up this project."

Kougaiji couldn't argue with that. "Where did you send her?"

"There's no need for you to know that unless…"

"Unless what?" he almost snarled.

"You meet my requirements…" Her tone was silky, so unlike the fox-lady he knew.

Kougaiji blinked twice. 'What the hell…?'

TBC

[1] Norse Mythology: the Fenris-wolf or Fenrir was bound by the cord that the dwarves forged from a cat's footfall, beards of women, roots of stones, the breath of fish and the spit of birds.

Another point for argument that should be disregarded: if the above were supposed to be nonexistent, then how is it that some women have beards and there is Nido soup made from the spit of birds?

Oh, well at least you could say that you're learning something from me other than smut. ^_^

A/N: The song above is Deadeye Dick's A Different Story.

blinkie: the reason why you didn't see the lemon in the list is because it's under the R rating. You have to change the ratings at the upper right corner so you could include the fics under that rating. :D

Twisted, perverted, dark… I've been getting lots of those flattering comments lately; care to share with me why? You guys haven't even seen the tip of the iceberg. BTW, my next installment will contain what is probably the fruit of the worst bout of perversion that I've ever suffered… promise me you won't push that submit abuse report button. PLEASE! I have no other place to archive this!!! Thanks for the reviews!

Eep! Sorry for the cheese! I swear there'll be more smut next time.

One last thing: I have little knowledge or perhaps none at all about what would happen after the anime, sorry. That's why comments and constructive criticisms are always welcome.