Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ No evil ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Allumace 
Poor Sanzo doesn't get a break
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 738 | Status: Work In Progress
Poor Sanzo doesn't get a break
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.05.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 738 | Status: Work In Progress
Be ware! More Sanzo abuse. Poor guy doesn't get a break...
Chapter 5
Those youkai seemed to come from everywhere. As soon as Gojyo had finished one off, new youkai appeared before him through the fog. He wouldn't be able to keep up like this. Goku and Hakkai would probably be exhausted too by now.
He heard Hakkai's scream a little further. Blindly Gojyo ran to the place the sound came from. He found Hakkai surrounded by youkai. The man looked around, wide eyed, searching for an escape from the youkai. Gojyo leaped next to him.
"Need any help?"
"Gojyo," Hakkai smiled in relief, "I was distracted for a moment and suddenly… they were all around me."
"No problem," the redhead answered, "we'll beat them together."
Gojyo grinned, holding his weapon ready to kick some youkai behind.
"This fog makes it impossible to use all my strength. I can't afford to hit one of you guys," Hakkai sighed.
It was nearly impossible, indeed. Everywhere they looked there was red and shadow. The worst part was, one couldn't always tell for certain whether the shadow belonged to a youkai or to one of the Sanzo-ikkou. The mist played tricks on ones mind. It was very unnerving.
"Is Goku ok?"
"I don't know, I lost him earlier."
"Damn."
Goku would probably be alright, Gojyo thought. He may have the looks of a kid, but he was very much able to take care of himself. Plus the three of them had the benefit of being very experienced fighters. These youkai weren't very strong or skilled, it wasn't hard to defeat them. But there were many of them.
Gojyo thought it would never come to an end. He heard Hakkai panting, saw the man stagger on his legs. He could barely stand up anymore.
"We better retreat in the jeep," he finally said, "It feels like we've been fighting for hours, yet we're not making any progress at all.
Gojyo nodded. That was a good idea. It was crazy to stay here. Maybe if they could get out of this mist, they could get a better view on the situation. Take some distance, maybe wait until the mist cleared up so they would at least be able to see each other.
A bit of rest would be in order too. Though Gojyo doubted that would be in for them.
"Let's find Goku."
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There was blood on the walls. Most of it dried up and discoloured already. Sanzo couldn't help himself but wondering how many there had been before him. The other one had mentioned something about that. Something about youkai and little animals. So the marquis didn't even care what he was screwing or torturing? Sanzo looked up at that face again and pure terror washed over the priest.
The priest had seen many ugly things on his journeys, but this one was king of everything ugly. How could a face like that *be*? No wonder the marquis kept it hidden behind the leather mask. There was only one eye left, a blue one and it seemed ready to pop out of his face any minute. Probably because there were no eyelids. Big purple veins ran through the white. Where the other eye should have been, there was a discoloured, pulsating mass. There was no upper lip, only raw meat above the teeth, which were yellowed and rotten.
That eye kept staring at him, without blinking, not a moment looking away. Sanzo felt his stomach heave as the marquis leaned closer and tried to kiss him. He turned his head and willed himself to keep breathing, despite the stench.
A rough tongue licked his cheek.
"You asked to see my face, here it is. Won't you look at it so you can remember me properly?"
So this ugly bastard was about to rape him. Sanzo couldn't remember the last time he felt such revulsion. To have a disgusting creature like this between his legs made his insides twitch in despair. As if his bad luck hadn't been complete yet.
The marquis' hard, swollen cock was pushing at his entrance. A bitter taste in Sanzo's mouth. Lips pressed together in a thin line.
"How delicious to corrupt, to stifle all semblances of virtue and religion in that young heart!"
There was no need for any preparation. The marquis just forced himself inside Sanzo and started pumping. He held one leg firmly on his shoulder, sharp nails biting in soft, white flesh. The other leg the marquis pressed against his side, giving him more leverage. With every thrust he panted stinking breath in the priest's face.
Sanzo was bleeding. He felt the marquis' motions getting more slick with every movement. This kind of pain was new to the priest. Being in this position, the humiliation of having another person inside of him was all something he had never experienced before. This was an entirely different thing from having his mouth fucked. That was disgusting too, but not like this. Sanzo had expected this to happen. Oh, it was very clear, right from the beginning. The marquis would rape him. But it still surprised Sanzo, hadn't expected it to feel like this.
Sex was something Sanzo had never cared about. There was always the journey. Heading towards a destiny unknown. One had to be careful, mistakes could be mortal. Since he was the only *really* intelligent person of the group, he couldn't afford making an error. Falling in love or just screwing around, like a certain groupmember so often did, would distract him from his goal, would make him oblivious to possible dangers.
Of course, he did sometimes lay hands on himself, when the stress got too big. It was good to relieve some of his tension. Not that Sanzo would ever admit this to anyone. He was above these kind of things. He didn't need any of this. He would never need anyone.
Except for now. It would be nice if someone crushed the marquis' skull…
Sanzo was growing tired, he wanted to sleep and never wake up. He was cold, hurt and nothing did matter anymore. He wanted all of this to be over with, the torture, the abuse, the pain. Where were his gods now? They were watching, not? Sure they were. They always watched every step he made, so why not now? Why didn't they come to his aid? Maybe his time had finally come…
And then his mind went blank. No more thoughts, no more movements, no more pain. Just the beating of his heart, the rythmical scraping of his back over the stone table.
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They finally found Goku. The boy was at the end of his breath.
"What are you doing, we can't leave without Sanzo?" he cried when he saw Gojyo and Hakkai in the jeep.
"We won't leave, we just gotta try to get out of this fog."
The boy got in the car reluctantly.
"Don't drive too far," he warned Hakkai, "we have to stay near the tower until we find Sanzo."
It was easy to escape from the youkai once they were in the jeep. They drove away from the tower until they reached the edge of a forrest. The tower was still visible from there, still surrounded in thick strands of red fog. It was safer here. Maybe they could rest for a bit.
Gojyo made a fist and slammed it into a tree.
"We are fucked," he cursed, "I'm all out of ideas. We can't stay here forever, hoping for Sanzo to return. We surely can't find the damn monk. And then there's these weird things happening. Those cries, the sky spinning, that fog, those youkai coming from out of nowhere."
Hakkai softly touched Gojyo's arm.
"We can't go. Sanzo's in trouble. Those cries were *his*. And that dream I had….We have to find him."
Gojyo turned to face the other man.
"You know I won't leave you, but do you have any idea what we should do next?"
Hakkai shook his shoulders.
"I heard this voice, earlier. Weird, childlike, have you heard it too?"
Gojyo and Goku shook their heads.
"Are you sure it wasn't some youkai?"
"I'm positive."
Gojyo and Goku looked at each other and frowned.
"Hakkai, don't you dare going all crazy on us now. We need you."
"I really did hear something, saying a little rhyme… "
Gojyo put his arm around his friend.
"Yes, it could be a clue, but you could just be really tired too."
"And hungry," Goku added, "Man, we need something to eat, I'm starving."
"Yeah, killing youkai sure gives you the munchies. Then again, you *always* have the munchies," Gojyo grinned, turning his attention to Goku.
"Do not!"
"Do to!"
Hakkai sighed. At least one thing that would never change. He smiled inwardly. Somehow the bickering was quite reassuring right now. It gave him a sense of normality. He was still worrying about that voice though. It definitely was something. Why hadn't the others heard anything? It seemed like something was trying to break them apart.
To be continued?
Chapter 5
Those youkai seemed to come from everywhere. As soon as Gojyo had finished one off, new youkai appeared before him through the fog. He wouldn't be able to keep up like this. Goku and Hakkai would probably be exhausted too by now.
He heard Hakkai's scream a little further. Blindly Gojyo ran to the place the sound came from. He found Hakkai surrounded by youkai. The man looked around, wide eyed, searching for an escape from the youkai. Gojyo leaped next to him.
"Need any help?"
"Gojyo," Hakkai smiled in relief, "I was distracted for a moment and suddenly… they were all around me."
"No problem," the redhead answered, "we'll beat them together."
Gojyo grinned, holding his weapon ready to kick some youkai behind.
"This fog makes it impossible to use all my strength. I can't afford to hit one of you guys," Hakkai sighed.
It was nearly impossible, indeed. Everywhere they looked there was red and shadow. The worst part was, one couldn't always tell for certain whether the shadow belonged to a youkai or to one of the Sanzo-ikkou. The mist played tricks on ones mind. It was very unnerving.
"Is Goku ok?"
"I don't know, I lost him earlier."
"Damn."
Goku would probably be alright, Gojyo thought. He may have the looks of a kid, but he was very much able to take care of himself. Plus the three of them had the benefit of being very experienced fighters. These youkai weren't very strong or skilled, it wasn't hard to defeat them. But there were many of them.
Gojyo thought it would never come to an end. He heard Hakkai panting, saw the man stagger on his legs. He could barely stand up anymore.
"We better retreat in the jeep," he finally said, "It feels like we've been fighting for hours, yet we're not making any progress at all.
Gojyo nodded. That was a good idea. It was crazy to stay here. Maybe if they could get out of this mist, they could get a better view on the situation. Take some distance, maybe wait until the mist cleared up so they would at least be able to see each other.
A bit of rest would be in order too. Though Gojyo doubted that would be in for them.
"Let's find Goku."
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There was blood on the walls. Most of it dried up and discoloured already. Sanzo couldn't help himself but wondering how many there had been before him. The other one had mentioned something about that. Something about youkai and little animals. So the marquis didn't even care what he was screwing or torturing? Sanzo looked up at that face again and pure terror washed over the priest.
The priest had seen many ugly things on his journeys, but this one was king of everything ugly. How could a face like that *be*? No wonder the marquis kept it hidden behind the leather mask. There was only one eye left, a blue one and it seemed ready to pop out of his face any minute. Probably because there were no eyelids. Big purple veins ran through the white. Where the other eye should have been, there was a discoloured, pulsating mass. There was no upper lip, only raw meat above the teeth, which were yellowed and rotten.
That eye kept staring at him, without blinking, not a moment looking away. Sanzo felt his stomach heave as the marquis leaned closer and tried to kiss him. He turned his head and willed himself to keep breathing, despite the stench.
A rough tongue licked his cheek.
"You asked to see my face, here it is. Won't you look at it so you can remember me properly?"
So this ugly bastard was about to rape him. Sanzo couldn't remember the last time he felt such revulsion. To have a disgusting creature like this between his legs made his insides twitch in despair. As if his bad luck hadn't been complete yet.
The marquis' hard, swollen cock was pushing at his entrance. A bitter taste in Sanzo's mouth. Lips pressed together in a thin line.
"How delicious to corrupt, to stifle all semblances of virtue and religion in that young heart!"
There was no need for any preparation. The marquis just forced himself inside Sanzo and started pumping. He held one leg firmly on his shoulder, sharp nails biting in soft, white flesh. The other leg the marquis pressed against his side, giving him more leverage. With every thrust he panted stinking breath in the priest's face.
Sanzo was bleeding. He felt the marquis' motions getting more slick with every movement. This kind of pain was new to the priest. Being in this position, the humiliation of having another person inside of him was all something he had never experienced before. This was an entirely different thing from having his mouth fucked. That was disgusting too, but not like this. Sanzo had expected this to happen. Oh, it was very clear, right from the beginning. The marquis would rape him. But it still surprised Sanzo, hadn't expected it to feel like this.
Sex was something Sanzo had never cared about. There was always the journey. Heading towards a destiny unknown. One had to be careful, mistakes could be mortal. Since he was the only *really* intelligent person of the group, he couldn't afford making an error. Falling in love or just screwing around, like a certain groupmember so often did, would distract him from his goal, would make him oblivious to possible dangers.
Of course, he did sometimes lay hands on himself, when the stress got too big. It was good to relieve some of his tension. Not that Sanzo would ever admit this to anyone. He was above these kind of things. He didn't need any of this. He would never need anyone.
Except for now. It would be nice if someone crushed the marquis' skull…
Sanzo was growing tired, he wanted to sleep and never wake up. He was cold, hurt and nothing did matter anymore. He wanted all of this to be over with, the torture, the abuse, the pain. Where were his gods now? They were watching, not? Sure they were. They always watched every step he made, so why not now? Why didn't they come to his aid? Maybe his time had finally come…
And then his mind went blank. No more thoughts, no more movements, no more pain. Just the beating of his heart, the rythmical scraping of his back over the stone table.
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They finally found Goku. The boy was at the end of his breath.
"What are you doing, we can't leave without Sanzo?" he cried when he saw Gojyo and Hakkai in the jeep.
"We won't leave, we just gotta try to get out of this fog."
The boy got in the car reluctantly.
"Don't drive too far," he warned Hakkai, "we have to stay near the tower until we find Sanzo."
It was easy to escape from the youkai once they were in the jeep. They drove away from the tower until they reached the edge of a forrest. The tower was still visible from there, still surrounded in thick strands of red fog. It was safer here. Maybe they could rest for a bit.
Gojyo made a fist and slammed it into a tree.
"We are fucked," he cursed, "I'm all out of ideas. We can't stay here forever, hoping for Sanzo to return. We surely can't find the damn monk. And then there's these weird things happening. Those cries, the sky spinning, that fog, those youkai coming from out of nowhere."
Hakkai softly touched Gojyo's arm.
"We can't go. Sanzo's in trouble. Those cries were *his*. And that dream I had….We have to find him."
Gojyo turned to face the other man.
"You know I won't leave you, but do you have any idea what we should do next?"
Hakkai shook his shoulders.
"I heard this voice, earlier. Weird, childlike, have you heard it too?"
Gojyo and Goku shook their heads.
"Are you sure it wasn't some youkai?"
"I'm positive."
Gojyo and Goku looked at each other and frowned.
"Hakkai, don't you dare going all crazy on us now. We need you."
"I really did hear something, saying a little rhyme… "
Gojyo put his arm around his friend.
"Yes, it could be a clue, but you could just be really tired too."
"And hungry," Goku added, "Man, we need something to eat, I'm starving."
"Yeah, killing youkai sure gives you the munchies. Then again, you *always* have the munchies," Gojyo grinned, turning his attention to Goku.
"Do not!"
"Do to!"
Hakkai sighed. At least one thing that would never change. He smiled inwardly. Somehow the bickering was quite reassuring right now. It gave him a sense of normality. He was still worrying about that voice though. It definitely was something. Why hadn't the others heard anything? It seemed like something was trying to break them apart.
To be continued?