Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Everybody Loves My Baby ❯ Chapter 4

Part IV

 

“Hakkai, you dirty fuck!”

Gojyo gasps breathlessly. It's not possible. It's just not possible. There's no possible way that's going to fit - but it does. Slowly, torturously, but fit it does. Hakkai's been wanting to do this for a while. Gojyo swore he wouldn't, and what was more, even if he wanted to, he couldn't, because it simply wasn't possible. He's usually game for anything, but he has maple syrup in place he just does not want to think about. Come to think of it, he has honey in places he didn't know were places until two hours ago. Had it really been that long, since Sanzo had strolled in to the room, hands in his pockets, keys dangling limply from one wrist, violet eyes impassionately scanning the three absolutely still bodies on the bed? Had it only been two, short - ow, that fucking hurt, Hakkai - hours, since Sanzo rolled up his robes and got down to it, so to speak?

You don't eat enough, Hakkai had said to Sanzo at dinner. Fucking Hakkai. Fucking Sanzo. Fucking salt shakers - ha, truer words.

“Gojyo?” Hakkai's voice from somewhere behind.

“Uh” says Gojyo, unable to say more, his thoughts disconnected and flickering. Dammit. What? Hakkai, you bastard, I swear, the next time, and suddenly something shifts and it is all good again. Wonderful Hakkai. Not a bastard. Oh gods. Oh Hakkai. Oh fuck. He comes violently, and for a while it is all blank.

 

“He looks totally blissed out”, noted Goku, lazily moving with Sanzo's hips, relaxed and satisfied.

He does, rather, said Hakkai, proudly. I do believe that was one of my better ideas.

“So, where'dja get it, Hakkai? Come on. You said you'd tell after everyone came at least once.” said Goku, curiously, twisting his head to where it was still embedded in a happy, twitching, Gojyo.

“Ah? Did I? Very well then. Just give me a moment, Goku, I really should remove this. I don't think even Gojyo's remarkable stamina could take another round” Hakkai replied.

“Hey, show some respect, dammit.” Gojyo tries to sound offended, but the obvious post coital satisfaction in his tone is hard to ignore.

 

Goku watches curiously, rubbing indolently against the bedspread as Sanzo gently bumps him again, sliding one hand along his hip. Sanzo seems almost asleep, deep even breaths, spooned tight against Goku's back, one arm flung over, the other hooked under his head. He looks noticeably more relaxed, thinks Goku, twisting to look at Hakkai again. He's back with some damp towels, and he tosses a couple at Goku before crawling into the middle of the bed with the clean, dried, object in question.

 

“It really wasn't difficult, you know.” Hakkai begins lecturing Goku. “ I picked up a small motor, a valve and some rubber tubing the last time we passed through a big town. The small screwdriver that we keep along with a penknife were enough, and I picked one of these light plastic casings at that restaurant where we got the pork chops - a slightly large one, actually, hehe - ”

“Slightly large”? mumbles Gojyo. “The next time you try the damn thing out. Slightly my ass.”

“And a very fine ass it is, indeed, Gojyo. I think Sanzo really enjoyed it the most, ne?” Hakkai turns and pats the ass in question fondly, causing Gojyo stretch, moan and curl like a cat around all that he can grab of Hakkai.

Sanzo cracks open on eye at the mention of his name, and closes it again. It isn't time to think yet. He lets the voices of other three slide over him, and rests, electrically content.

“Well, next, Goku, I emptied the casing of its contents - ”, Hakkai continues.

“Yeah, I remember, that was super fun. Did we use it all?” “

“We did, in fact. In the empty casing, I fitted the motor in, so, and then in this space the bulb fits, and is connected to the tubing - ”..Hakkai continues to lecture Goku, pointing out the various parts and joints, as Goku takes it all in.

 

By now Sanzo is fully awake, purple eyes entirely blank as he watches Hakkai explain to Goku. A bit of maple syrup trickles near his feet, and he shudders. He doesn't want to think about where that syrup, or his feet were. Oh god. He cautiously slides one foot along the sticky sheet and curls his toes in the small, liquid filled depression formed there. Oh, dear, gods. He returns to what Hakkai was saying. There seems something fundamentally problematic with, but his brain is slow and happy to be slow, and it is difficult to place a finger on. Oh, dear, fingers. He props himself up on one hand, and focuses.

 

“..and then a couple of simple AA batteries should power the whole thing.” Hakkai finishes. Gojyo is snuggled against his back, seemingly asleep, red hair clumped in places by - something- something edible probably. Sanzo has figured out the fundamental problem. He attributes his slowness to the fact that, unlike certain dirty kappas, he's not well versed in what are the standard sort of toys available - atleast not beyond your usual vibrator (better not go down that path, again) - and hence does not really know what sorts are readily available.

 

He clears his throat.

 

“Yes, Sanzo?” asks Hakkai, almost happily, the teacher in his element, taking questions.

“You made it.” Sanzo bites off each word. “You made the bloody thing. With your own hands.”

“Correct.” beams Hakkai, and for a moment, Sanzo sees a small gold star and an apple floating around. He shakes his head, trying to clear it. The point. Returning to the point.

“Eh, no store sells something like that.” Says Gojyo sleepily, confirming Sanzo's worst suspicions. “You should figure a way to plug it in, ya know, Hakkai? More power, and then you wouldn't need to buy batteries and shit.”

“I wonder if that's possible?” Hakkai says contemplatively to himself, elegant fingers tracing the obscene outlines. Even Sanzo, struggling between incoherent and bemused anger, and totally brain fogged satisfaction, shudders at the sight. Goku closes his eyes, and Gojyo slides behind Hakkai, stretching again, and picking the crumbs of something off his shoulder.

 

“Hakkai.” says Sanzo, slowly enunciating carefully, like a man surrounded by deranged fools should, “Hakkai, you made, with your own hands, a battery powered salt shaker that vibrates on multiple settings, fits a number of orifices, some at the same time and not all belonging to the same body, that telescopes into larger and smaller sizes, and lubricates itself?”

“With several choices of lubricant.” nods Hakkai, calmly. “They can be filled one this side - you see, the little sliding cap.”

Sanzo is speechless.

“You should make two.” Goku says, sleepily. “Can I help to make the next one?”

“Of course, you can.” Hakkai says, and produces an apple - cored neatly - for Goku, from somewhere under a pillow. "We'll make a plug-in one, for Sanzo, then."
"With mayonnaise in the bulb?" croaks a disbelieving Sanzo.
"With mayonnaise" agrees Hakkai, and finds him an apple, too.