Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Craving ❯ Part Two ( Chapter 2 )

Crimson Craving 2

Mrs. Rusalki

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He woke to a delicately warm sensation gracing his left face. The lower part of his body felt warm too, like a sweaty pig on a summer afternoon. A feeling of dampness that he was not accustomed to surrounded him.

Cautiously, he opened his right eye-the good one-to see what was going on or what was going wrong. Golden fringes were hanging from above, brushing against his bloated cheeks.

'Sanzou, no doubt. What the hell is he up to?' By now, he had grown considerably numb to the horrid, and what he had just realized were also partly erotic images the monk was channeling to him. Some were new but an overriding part of it was already seen by him so it could be disregarded easily. Presently, he was more concerned with what the monk was doing. He couldn't very well open his right eye because it was sealed shut by an adhesive mixture of blood and mucous. The brushing pressure he felt against it could be irritating at times when it pressed too hard. It was swollen, for god's sake! Stop aggravating it!

He turned slightly to his left and saw the monk's tongue that now resembled a pink, distorted serpent hanging from his lips. He was nursing Gojyo's right eye, kitty style on the cold bathroom floor. The wetness in his lower body was caused by the monk's blood-drenched one. They were both naked and only Sanzou's higher temperature provided warmth for the two of them. In places where their bodies weren't touching, a clammy sensation prevailed.

Gojyo shivered. It was surreal.

Sensing that his object of attention had woken, Sanzou smiled, albeit insanely at the person beneath him.

There was suddenly a hardness pressing against the redhead's belly. It was present before but, whether done intentionally by Sanzou or not because of the knowledge of the other's consciousness, it hardened further.

One of Sanzou's pruned hands came up to trace Gojyo's twin scars and continued to rake the red hair fanned beneath the assigned partner's head. "Hmm, Gojyo…" The sound of his name on his companion's tongue reminded him of lovers frolicking in the park, just rolling along sensuously. It was the same tongue that had bathed him a while ago… and this concept put out in the light curiously aroused Gojyo.

'No, I mustn't…' he berated himself. 'Sanzou's sick and getting on top of a twisted, poisoned monk is an unhealthful habit…'

Although he tried to convince himself of this, another faction of his exhausted mind kindly pointed out that: 'It's not everyday that Sanzou houshi-sama is so willing to take the initiative.'

'Dammit, no!' But before he could do anything else, like to push the other off him, the monk noticed his growing arousal. Immensely and insanely flattered, he slid down lower so that their privates were against each other. Resting fully on top of Gojyo allowed Sanzou to observe his latest fetish with relish, the other's red eyes. Delight was now shining on those translucent, glassy eyes.

In spite of the sinfully delicious position however, Gojyo was able to gather his bearings. "Dame, Sanzou. Get off…" He smiled inanely for he got no response from the blonde monk. His one-eyed smile triggered a response from Sanzou's mind and he instantly produced the image of the gift-bearing Gojyo. Caught unawares by the repeat mental performance, his attempts of getting up were unceremoniously brought to an end. Due to the significant difference in the amount of testosterone production, even the half-youkai was momentarily powerless against the misleadingly fragile human.

Sanzou began attacking his lips with open-mouthed kisses complete with teeth and tongue. The monk was abusing his mouth so hard that their teeth clattered more than thrice. Under normal circumstances, Gojyo would have been returning the kiss with unrivaled fervor and he'd probably have had a go on Sanzou's ass but the circumstances were far from being normal. If it were, he would be seme and the other should be screaming in ecstasy but as it was, him being underneath Sanzou (no less), not to mention unresponsive, there was no choice for Gojyo but to step back, take a look at the situation in the proper perspective and regroup.

What was wrong with this picture? Everything, he judged. He was being sexually harassed by an unpredictable madman-emphasis on the word man-who had been conjuring gruesome and arousing pictures of him and his red bodily parts out of sheer bloodlust… and well, lust.

It never occurred to him that one could ever use the phrases 'sexually harassed' and 'Gojyo' in the receiving end in a sentence…

Setting aside his indulgent sexual orientation, this incident in the bathroom was far beyond the reach of his imagination. A crazy Sanzou and him… it was just too exotic-but still interesting and arousing up to some measure-for Gojyo…

Oh and Sanzou was a terrible kisser, he evaluated consciously. 'If he keeps doing this, one of us is bound to get nicks sooner or-'

He inhaled sharply; a sting followed by an acrid, salty taste followed the curve of his mouth. "Shit," was all he could get out. The mindless monk had to breathe too… probably to gather some momentum for his next act that could disgust even the highly tolerant Gojyo. He licked hungrily at the wound he had inflicted upon Gojyo's lips and turned to sucking it just to rouse the redhead's interest.

It was definitely time for some damage control. Why he hadn't thought much of it in the first place, he didn't know. Perhaps it was simply morbid curiosity to find out how far the monk would push the limits of righteousness in a situation. Gojyo pushed Sanzou off him with sufficient amount of strength that could move the adrenaline and testosterone-powered human without breaking a bone.

Gojyo was able to knock the wind momentarily off Sanzou who landed on the floor on his back with a solid grunt. It gave the redhead enough time to run to the bathroom door and ask for backup.

How did he ever get himself into this mess? He hadn't even understood a quarter of this extreme situation. "Hakkai!"

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Thirty-two minutes before…

Goku was sitting cross-legged on Sanzou's bed while Hakkai was sitting upright, stroking the white dragon that was resting on his lap. "Ne Hakkai, why did we have to undress Gojyo? What is Sanzou going to do to him?" Goku asked the older man in a tone that bespoke nothing but full honesty.

He smiled, albeit sheepishly at the wide-eyed boy. The blonde monk had just thrown the mother of all tantrums when the redhead fainted. For some reason, Sanzou was able to get a lucid message across: he wanted Gojyo naked and alive… right here, right now. But when they came to undress Gojyo, the monk was muttering dark threats about touching the sleeping man excessively or disturbing his hair. And of course he wanted the task done really fast.

Hakkai had now successfully made valid speculations about Sanzou's disorder. He noticed that when the current Sanzou was annoyed, he had trouble breathing as if it were a device to ransom his own life for his companions to obey his orders. And when they gave in to his whims, some semblance of human control would come and he would act more civilly. Hadn't he just ordered them plainly and clearly to get out when they finished undressing Gojyo.

One last thing, it wasn't supposed to be seen by Hakkai but he did nonetheless so it was perhaps to their benefit that he should analyze it, Sanzou's dunderheaded member stood erect when the last article of clothing Gojyo had was removed. The monk was obsessed with red. And Gojyo was a 100%, natural redhead right down to the last hair of his body [1].

The last analysis proved that Sanzou's desire for red encompassed the physical and mental hunger. It also transcended into the carnal and sexual sense of addiction. Hakkai was scared for Gojyo but after a careful weighing of the situation, he decided that it would be better to let Gojyo handle the situation by pacifying the monk until they were able to find a remedy for it. The difference could mean the end of Sanzou's life.

Life for the Sanzou-ikkou surely didn't have boring moments.

"Hakkai!" Gojyo burst out of the bathroom door, totally naked, revealing to the duo the remarkable variety of bruises that covered his blood-smeared body. He flattened his back against the door to prevent Sanzou from getting out. "What the fucking hell's wrong with him?! He tried to-"

"GOJYO!" Hakkai yelled to stop his friend from blurting out what he had predicted which would surely be an impromptu NC-17 version of the events that had transpired in the bathroom. "Goku, block the door."

The boy did it without hesitation. A few seconds later, the sound of beating flesh against wood could be heard. There were also growls and snarls sounding from inside.

Gojyo walked up to Hakkai, not even slightly bothered by his nakedness. The latter's vision automatically and discreetly traveled to the other's rig… it wasn't excited, that's for sure.

The youkai scrunched his nose in an unintentional gesture of disgust. Gojyo smelled like carrion.

Gojyo was slightly slouching as he faced Hakkai, letting his hands rest on his pelvis. "I'm not going back there," he announced and then louder in the direction of the bathroom, "Oi bozou, you can friggin' die there for all I care!"

A moment of silence from all the members, Goku and Hakkai were looking at Gojyo with a pleading expression, Gojyo himself was gritting his teeth in agony, and Sanzou…

Sanzou snarled; his voice now husky from all the shouting. A loud crack from the bathroom was heard by the trio. Hakkai looked at him sadly. "Gojyo, onegai. Stay with him until we find a remedy or else he'll…"

"Please, Gojyo, please…" the kid wailed. There were genuine tears in his eyes that even the dark failed to dim. It was a rare moment, Gojyo noted. Even Goku who was antagonized by him (and vice-versa) was reduced to pleading.

The redhead averted his eyes as if to think more about it but in reality, he had already decided. His words a while ago were as empty as Goku's plates after he had finished eating. How could he refuse these two? He was no hero and he didn't feel like one either. "All right but… we're taking a bath. I can't stand this fucking stench…" With that he stalked to the bathroom door with renewed resolve. Goku hurriedly stepped aside to let him through. Pulling the door open, he caught the surprised Sanzou who was pushing the door with all his might in his arms. He ignored all the thoughts running through his head.

Those indigo eyes stared at him in amazement and confusion as the blonde was rendered helpless in the other's stronger embrace. "You want this baka yarou?" asked Gojyo, narrowing his eyes at his new conquest. "You're gonna have to kill me first… for now, I'll take what I want."

And as the door slammed, the outsiders couldn't help but wish for the well being of their companions. Two companions that were in most respects, the opposite of each other in a long continuum.

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The purple-haired woman knelt before the huge platform of her master's stepmother. "You called for me, Gyokumen Koushou-sama," she said, keeping her pink eyes focused on the floor.

"Ah yes, I have something for you to attend to…" she said, her sultry malicious voice edged with a bit of hilarity in it.

Yaone didn't respond, merely closed her eyes and prepared herself for what the self-proclaimed queen had in mind. Technically speaking, Gyokumen Koushou was not the one she should lend her services to but the cleric knew enough not to point out this trifle to this authority. She even had her grip wrung around Kougaiji's neck… Kougaiji, the only influence she could ever be swayed by. Therefore in this tangle of powers, it would only be wise to submit to this woman for she was the one who ultimately pulled the strings around here.

There was much more at stake… much more than her life itself.

"This is a rather personal errand that necessitates many things that are not easily found in an ordinary subordinate," she said and continued, "You're not an ordinary subordinate, are you now?"

The queen was challenging her, she knew it. The way her hand flourished to signal her answer, those pale breasts almost out of their confines seemed larger today as if her chest would burst with laughter at any given moment. It was ridicule at its most painful phase. Being a woman, Yaone knew that Gyokumen Koushou was keenly aware of her affections for Kougaiji. It was a weakness that she dared not bare in the open for fear of troubling her lord further. Or perhaps it was that other terror that shook her heart whenever she went to sleep alone…

"I am not in the place to determine, your highness," she answered after a few moments.

The older woman leered. Kougaiji's slave was also barbed just as she had suspected. "Good answer. That's for me to decide and for you to prove…" She paused ever so agonizingly, clutching at the armrests of her beastly throne. "You know of course what is at stake here, do you not?"

The queen was throwing the bait. "Yes I do, Your Highness…"

And the queen described in detail her twisted order. One that required Yaone's skills and sworn secrecy lest Kougaiji finds himself without a mother… or even the hopes of regaining one.

TBC

[1] blinkie-san informed me that the manga says Gojyo's lower regions don't make him a 100% redhead but for the (?)plot's(?) sake, let's just say he is.