Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Precious Whore ❯ The Zen of Ownership ( Chapter 2 )

    Instead of releasing him, laughing off the whole thing as a joke, Sanzou locked gazes with him. "Have you ever had a man, Gojyo?" Sanzou sounded somewhere between disinterested and curious.

Gojyo turned his face away. He couldn't stand to see the fire burning heatedly in the depth of those incredible violet eyes. He could still feel Sanzou's gaze though, thick and heavy like warm honey burning across his flesh.

Adjusting his grip on the handle of his gun, Sanzou kept the bore pressing near the soft indentation of Gojyo's temple as he slid full length against the youkai's rangy frame. Still Gojyo couldn't bring himself to move, to call Sanzou's bluff or force the monk to shoot. His breathing was ragged and he couldn't keep his eyes from returning time and again to the golden haired demon straddling him. With the cutting awareness of a drawn blade, he watched moon-kissed hair halo about the delicate face, the gentle twist of lips that seemed to soften the grim line of that never smiling mouth, the dusky ink-stained lashes that barely veiled the heated twilight gaze.

Something about Sanzou made him want to show his underbelly and offer up his throat. He felt a flush steal across his face as he realized that he really wanted Sanzou to kiss him. He closed his eyes. His breath caught painfully in his throat. "Shit."

Maybe Hakkai was right. He really needed to think through his pranks before he acted on his impulses.

"Ch'..." He could feel Sanzou's intuitive gaze boring into him, dragging his secrets out of him reluctantly. Color bright as taboo washed across his face and drained away leaving him as pale as star-touched marble, his crimson hair fanned like blood on the dark blotch of the damp ground.

Gojyo grunted as Sanzou jabbed him with the barrel of the gun, his eyes flying open to stare petulantly up at his tormentor. "Fuck! Dammit, that hurt you bastard!"

"Answer the question, idiot."

Another heated flush stole across his cheeks. Fury and something else sparking in his crimson gaze. He clenched his free hand in Sanzou's robes, his body going rigid even as his lips pulled back in full challenge.

"Don't." Sanzou warned softly, the click of the safety being thumbed off suddenly loud among the soft sussurations of the night.

Gojyo stiffened further and then forced himself to relax. He was going to kill this fucking priest, blessed of Buddha and favored by Kanzeon Bosatsu be damned.

Sanzou, gods damn him to the nine lower hells, seemed even more amused. "I'm waiting."

The husky purr seemed to draw the answer from his lips without Gojyo's conscious volition, "No." He could feel the heat in his cheeks take up permanent residence, along with the ebb and flow of energy washing through him and pooling in his belly. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The word marched about his brain like some crazed chant. He was so fucked.

"No?" Sanzou's brows climbed his forehead, a patent look of disbelief and disapproval marking his expression, although there was a strange eager light in his eyes. "Not Hakkai?" He pressed the gun harder against Gojyo's temple.

Gojyo gulped. Sanzou's finger tightened minutely on the trigger. Eyes going wide, Gojyo ground out angrily, "No!"

"You live with him."

"He's my friend, you fucking pervert!"

"Then he's as big a fool as you are." Sanzou tapped the gun idly against Gojyo's temple, humor at the kappa's predicament radiating from him. He tightened his grip around Gojyo's wrist and pressed it hard against the ground.

He could feel a small pebble graze the back of his hand and he could feel the sharp edge of Sanzou's thumbnail digging painfully into the tender flesh of his wrist. The message was clear, he wasn't to move.

He couldn't drag his eyes away from the churning emotions surging in the depths of those demanding violet eyes. Eyes that demanded Gojyo simply give up, give in, allow Sanzou free reign.

An urging that Gojyo found, to his growing dismay and shame, that he wanted to succumb to.

Gojyo wanted to close his eyes, wanted to turn his head, wanted to offer his throat. But Sanzou wouldn't understand. He couldn't know what he was doing. How he was tearing Gojyo apart, forcing him to acknowledge things he'd never had to think about before. Had never desired to think about.

Sanzou was a man, not a youkai. Sanzou couldn't understand. Hell, he should have paid more attention to Jien. Gojyo didn't really understand. He'd fled his mother's house long before any natural youkai urges could manifest.

He wanted to surrender, he refused to surrender, he was youkai, dammit. He was neither helpless, nor weak, then why did he allow Sanzou to do this? Why hadn't he fought back?

Gojyo didn't want to know, but he knew that the answer was raging through him with the power of a windswept inferno. He thought he had known what he wanted. Too bad that Sanzou had caught the clue bus long before Gojyo had even known to buy a fucking ticket. Gojyo growled warningly, furious red eyes sparking through a blood red veil of disheveled hair. He shook his head furiously, flinging the sweat damp tendrils from his face. He wondered just how hostile Sanzou would get at the sudden movement, he shot Sanzou a look, daring him to do his worst.

A nod of agreement, confirmation, and Gojyo felt a cold heat creep through his belly, his traitorous sex surging with excitement as it confused the adrenaline tinged edge of fear and anger without outlet as something more. One look at Sanzou's face was enough to convince Gojyo to lay very still, that and the evidence of a growing heat pressed demandingly against his belly. Sanzou was hard. The knowledge burned through him like an electric storm through a dried wood.

He held his breath, his chest barely rising and falling with the passage of time. "You've gone fucking nuts, you know that?" Gojyo demanded hoarsely.

"Not very bright, are you?" Sanzou questioned rhetorically adding emphasis with the flesh warmed metal of his gun tracing the shape of Gojyo's mouth. "Open."

Defiantly, Gojyo thinned his lips, refusing until the painful pressure of unyielding metal against the tender flesh of his mouth forced his lips open. He gave a small sound of protest as Sanzou slid the barrel of his gun slowly between his reluctantly parted lips. A pain tear drifted from between tight closed lids, glistening like a lost jewel in the depth of the night.

The flat taste of metal filled his mouth and fear skittered and clawed through his belly until Gojyo thought he might vomit. But there was no denying the excited leap of his arousal as heat surged through him.

"Suck it," Sanzou crooned whiskey soft, "Take it like the animal you are."

His eyes flashed open then, hurt flaring, his gaze snared by the demand in Sanzou's. He tried to mutter his denial around the hard, unrelenting object thrusting into his mouth. Sanzou shoved the bore against the back of his throat. Gojyo gagged on the sharp taste of the gun, dueling fruitlessly for dominance, unable to push the unwelcome invader out. With a sound suspiciously like a sob, Gojyo shuddered face flaming as he surrendered, slowly curling his tongue around the metallic cylinder.

"Good boy." Sanzou crooned, forcing the gun in and out slowly, repeatedly brushing the back of his throat, making him take it all. Gojyo struggled to accept the metal cylinder, to learn what it was Sanzou wanted him to do, hoping that Sanzou's finger wouldn't slip. Praying that Sanzou would stop, would let him yield.

Sanzou seemed to take pity on him then, pulling the gun slowly back from the bruising pressure against the back of his throat. Tears pricked his eyes, tears Gojyo fought to control. Sanzou's husky voice took him by surprise.

A soft whisper brushed against his ear, "Goku?"

Sanzou's question was as brutal and painful as a sucker punch to his gut. Tears that wouldn't fall from pain escaped his control. It was one thing to tease, but he'd never really take advantage of Goku. He didn't want to hurt Goku. He was just a kid.

He shook his head minutely, unable to voice his denial with the barrel of the gun pressing his tongue flat. His breath came in short frantic bursts. He was so hard now it was becoming painful. If Sanzou moved just so, Gojyo was sure he would incinerate, the throbbing in his groin so intense.

"Good," Sanzou whispered. Tenderly, regret evident in the lingering taste of metal against Gojyo's tongue, Sanzou pulled the gun from his mouth. Holding the gun in a still, steady grip, he released Gojyo's wrist.

Relief sharp and bright as orgasm flashed through Gojyo and it was almost a joy to feel the unrelenting metal removed from his mouth. He made a soft sound filled with desire and need. Shame flared through him.

"What the hell do you want from me?" Gojyo rasped, disgust aimed more at himself than Sanzou thickened his throat. There was no doubt about it. He was one major sick fuck. How else could he explain getting turned on by Sanzou forcing him to fellate his gun?

Cupping Gojyo's chin in his free hand, Sanzou smoothed his thumb over bruised lips. Heavy lidded eyes followed the path of his thumb. Lush dark lashes fell lower, doing little to hide the burning depths of lust blazing like twin flames glittering dangerously in the purple eyes.

Sanzou's voice dark as desire poured into Gojyo filling him, claiming him, fanning the flames of passion to unendurable proportions, "A challenge." Sanzou allowed him to see the smile of triumph lurking at the corners of his mouth before claiming Gojyo's lips in a punishing kiss.

Gojyo gave a whimper, body surging upward to press against the slim body bearing down on him. Suddenly everything had changed. Anger and fear and shame were swallowed by the fury of Sanzou's kiss. Small sounds caught in Gojyo's throat as he clutched at muddied clumps of grass. Energy crackled from his lips through every point on his body where he could feel Sanzou.

Passion lashed like a loosed storm through his veins. Sanzou didn't simply kiss him, he devoured him, laying claim to his soul as surely as raising the sutra could destroy his body.

Gojyo groaned as his erection pulsed wildly. He could feel the hard length of Sanzou in answering demand against his belly. Gojyo found himself spreading his legs, letting Sanzou fall between his thighs until their arousals met through the constricting layers of cloth, sending molten heat pouring through him.

A sob escaped him to be swallowed by Sanzou. Gojyo couldn't breathe, couldn't think, his heart slammed against his chest as hard as a chained captive struggling for freedom. Somewhere he knew he needed to fight, to throw Sanzou off him, but he couldn't dredge up the energy to deny what was happening. Another tear slid down his face as his body turned traitor, succumbing to Sanzou's hard caresses.

The gun was suddenly gone, as if it had never been there. Magicked away as easily as the pebble in a shell game, lost somewhere beneath Sanzou's robes.

Need sharp and painful devoured Gojyo whole, desire so hot and overwhelming that it left him shaken and weak. It was as if his very vitality was being sucked out of him at Sanzou's urging. Passion thrummed hard and unforgiving as a lash beating with the wild pulse of his sex, hot and heavy on his belly, trapped by his briefs against his body.

Sanzou threaded his fingers through streamers of scarlet hair, holding Gojyo immobile while he explored Gojyo's body with his fingers. He shoved Gojyo's shirt roughly up beneath his armpits, fingers tweaking a nipple unforgivingly.

Pain sparked sharp bright heat as the abused nipple throbbed, pleasure so intense that it was painful poured through Gojyo. He bit at Sanzou's lips, dueled with the tongue claiming his mouth as he fought for each breath.

Twisting like a kite in a typhoon he tried to throw Sanzou off, to get some room to think, to breathe to protest.

Sanzou rode out Gojyo's ineffectual struggles, knowing he had the kappa where he wanted him, now. Proof of his desire was a hot heavy brand between them. Sanzou slipped his hand lower, feeling out the shape of Gojyo's arousal with a touch as light and careful as a blind man's.

A strangled mewl escaped Gojyo unbidden, his hips surging upwards to meet that teasing touch. Sanzou fed at Gojyo's lips and Gojyo fought his surrender, even as he felt a need so overwhelming swallow him that he knew that surrender would be inevitable.

His heart jumped when he Sanzou's hand left his arousal, only to force it's way past the tight band of his pants. Gojyo jerked his head away from Sanzou's kiss, pain lancing through his scalp where Sanzou twisted his fist deeper into the locks of hair. "Iie..." Gojyo whispered hoarsely, too late to reclaim his soul.

Hot and heavy, Sanzou's hand cupped Gojyo's erection, a thin layer of damp silk separating willing flesh. Shoddy protection against the desire aimed at shattering his soul. Sleepy eyes regarded him with a heat that would make a desert's summer afternoon seem cool and refreshing.

Sanzou waited, hand branding Gojyo through the silk, thumb spreading the weeping moisture along the hot, slick material as if curious. Gojyo writhed beneath the touch, eyes screwed closed. "Don't..."

"What you say has little to do with what you want, Goj-yo." Sanzou taunted softly. He trailed his tongue along the path of Gojyo's tears lapping at the salt. The tenderness crushed Gojyo's heart in a vice. He'd been lost long before all this had started.

"Fucking asshole..." Gojyo breathed. He thought that he might implode if Sanzou didn't move. Gojyo threatened, begged, whined. Sanzou remained unmoved. Blinking away the moisture that made Sanzou look like he was surrounded by a glowing aura, Gojyo begged. "Please..."

He wasn't quite sure what he was begging for. He tilted his head backward and to the side, flushed face hidden beneath a sweeping fall of tangled hair, submitting...needing...wanting.

Sanzou understood. "You will always be my precious whore." Sanzou growled, his voice harsh with restrained emotions. "Remember that, taboo child." Latching onto Gojyo's throat viciously and bruising the exposed flesh.

Gojyo whimpered. Sanzou's words igniting the fire sweeping through Gojyo with madness as he was marked. Words flaying open an envenomed would that had crusted over with poison, leaving it opened and bleeding.

He could feel the softness of Sanzou's lips on him, moist and tender, the sharp sting of white teeth closing on unprotected flesh as Sanzou made a line of bites from the curve of his jaw to the base of the throat. Marking Gojyo outwardly as he pushed his hand into the bit of silk, claiming the hot hard length of Gojyo's sex even as he claimed Gojyo.

Gojyo surged into Sanzou's hand, feeling the strong fingers jerking his orgasm from him, even as he screamed Sanzou's name, a strangled sound half denial and full of surrender as he fell into ecstasy waves of pleasure sharp and painful pouring through him.

Gojyo collapsed, wrung dry. Rode hard and put away wet, he thought, the tinge of hysteria quirking his lips. Sanzou shifted above him. He slitted his eyes open to stare at the man. The priestly robes rode high about bared thighs, Gojyo hadn't considered that Sanzou wasn't wearing his jeans. Sanzou shifted again as if riding him, watching him with a satisfied expression, fire burning avidly in his gaze as he fisted his erection.

It was the most fuckingiest sexy thing he'd ever seen. Unable to keep his eyes from feasting on the sight, Gojyo found his gaze riveted to the way Sanzou's hand curled around the hot rod of flesh, pulling and tugging sharply. A soft sound escaped Sanzou's parted lips and the priest went rigid above him, his body shaking in the throes of orgasm.

Come, hot and thick splattered against Gojyo's face and neck. Gojyo had thought himself past embarrassment and shame of any sort, it felt as if he'd been marked as surely as if Sanzou had taken an iron brand and lay it against exposed flesh. Sanzou milked his softening member until the last drop squeezed out to fall against Gojyo's chest.

With a grace that had Gojyo amazed that anyone could move so fast or so easily that soon after coming, Sanzou stood, holding his hand down to him. Gojyo stared, not sure if it was safe. His head ached. His back hurt. His lips were swollen and his throat was raw. He'd just had the best fucking sex of his life and he couldn't make up his mind if he'd wanted it or not.

"This was for you." Sanzou paused as if waiting for him to say something. Gojyo stared uncomprehendingly. Before he could put his thoughts into words, Sanzou continued, "Next time, it's my turn." Sanzou studied Gojyo possessively, his gaze lingered on the taut abdominal muscles. A stern smile graced the delicate features causing Gojyo to shiver.

"Not on your fucking life."

Ignoring what Gojyo said, Sanzou looked irritatingly smug. "Go clean up. Unless you plan on announcing this to Hakkai and Goku. You can, if you want."

The priest was insufferably smug. Sanzou's words stung. He wasn't ready to face Hakkai or Goku about this. It was easy for the fucking monk. He'd come out on top.

Reluctantly, he slid his hand into Sanzou's. His hand was bigger, longer, his fingers more slender. He folded his hand around the warm flesh and let Sanzou pull him up. He should have been able to break Sanzou into a hundred tiny pieces. He held Sanzou's gaze for a moment, challenging. Sanzou watched him steadily. Gojyo dropped his eyes first, he couldn't look Sanzou directly in the eyes. Couldn't hold that knowing gaze. "Don't think this changes anything..." Gojyo blustered, wanting to recoup what little face he could.

"Gojyo." Sanzou waited until Gojyo stared at him from beneath his lowered head, face half-hidden behind the tangled protection of his hair. He could see bits of twig and grass caught in the red strands. Sanzou plucked a crushed blossom from his hair. "There's no place you can run that I will not find you."

"Fuck off." Gojyo muttered, jerking his hand out of Sanzou's grip and stalking toward the river. A warm fluttery feeling settled deep in his belly. Sanzou had said that Gojyo was his. His whore.

He swallowed the beginnings of a smile. Men said a lot of things when they were hot and horny and wanted a good piece of ass. Gojyo should know, he'd promised just about everything except eternal love at one time or another.

Still, Sanzou had as good as said that he'd come after Gojyo if he ran. That shouldn't make him feel good, should it? What was worse, is Gojyo didn't think he wanted to run. In fact, he was pretty damn sure that he wanted to stay and find out just what Sanzou had on offer.

He'd spent an exorbitant amount of time at the river washing his clothes and scrubbing his body in an attempt to rid himself of Sanzou's scent. Goku and Hakkai were already loading Jippu when Gojyo had forced himself to saunter back into camp as if nothing untoward had happened.

"Hey, Gojyo," Goku chirped cheerfully all recriminations from earlier forgotten as if it had never happened, "Is it the end of the month already? I thought you hated cold baths."

"Urosai." Gojyo muttered beneath his breath, not in the mood to rise to the monkey's teasing.

"Gojyo?" Hakkai was staring at him, a worried frown on his face. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." Gojyo replied shortly, unable to control the bright flush that stained his cheeks. He slid his eyes away from Hakkai's only to see Sanzou watching them. He stiffened. Shit.

"Are you sure?" Hakkai came closer, and Gojyo nearly panicked. It seemed as if he was sifting the scents in the air, a puzzled look creeping into his eyes.

"Yes," Gojyo snapped shortly. Nervous fingers tugged on a lock of hair before he caught himself, and he busied his hands with the long familiarity of his cigarettes, intent on ignoring his friend.

Frowning more, Hakkai inquired, "What happened to your trousers? The button's missing."

"It is?" Fuck. Gojyo glanced down at the open gap, he'd lost his belt somewhere in the tussle with Sanzou. He didn't even remember the priest slipping it from around his waist. "I must have lost it when I washed them." He said weakly, knowing that the unusual color in his face wouldn't go unnoticed. "Don't nag, Mom." Gojyo attempted a joke.

Sighing, Hakkai smiled, "If you need to talk... "

"Yare, yare..." Gojyo waved at Hakkai as he clambered into the back of Jippu.

Shaking his head, Hakkai sat behind the wheel, waiting patiently while Goku and Sanzou got settled.

"When are we getting to this village, Hakkai?" Gojyo shouted over the sound of Jippu's engine. The ride was taking too long and Hakkai and Goku were acting weird. Well, Goku always acted weird but he was acting weirder than usual.

"We've only been traveling an hour Gojyo." Hakkai spoke mildly, giving Gojyo a concerned glance over his shoulder.

"Hey, watch the fucking road."

"Hakkuryuu won't allow us to get hurt, Gojyo." Hakkai reminded calmly, smiling to take the slight sting from his words as he turned back to face front.

"Gojyo," Goku slid closer, sniffing curiously, "You smell... good..." The monkey stared at him puzzlement and curiosity evident on his open face.

Flushing hard, Gojyo shot Goku a glare and shoved the boy away from him. "Coming from you that's damn scary."

Refusing to be cowed by the kappa, Goku scooted back next to Gojyo. Staring hard enough to make Gojyo shift uncomfortably, Goku inhaled deeply. "But you do", he said a little dreamily his eyes slitting half-closed, a sound rumbling deep in his chest.

Gojyo paled, inching away from Goku until he was pressed into the corner of the seat. "Fuck off Goku, I'm too tired to deal with you," Gojyo warned, the fine hairs along the back of his neck starting to rise.

Goku was too young to know what was going on, he was sure of it. Fuck Gojyo had only seen it between his brother and stepmother but he was pretty sure he knew what this was. Every pack had it's pecking order and this one had just been disturbed. Jien had tried to explain it to him once or twice, but Gojyo had been young and stubborn. Mock battling Jien for alpha had been a game, when it had been in earnest, he had easily been cowed by his older brother. This was going to really suck. Maybe he should just announce to everyone that he belonged to Sanzou.

Leaning as far as he could away from Goku without falling out of Jippu, Gojyo started to shout at the monkey when the boy pursued him, a soft purring growl rumbling from his chest.

Sanzou whipped around, snapping his fan over Goku's head. Goku stopped growling, clutching at his head instead. "Itai! Sanzou! Why'd you do that for?"

"Behave." Sanzou turned back around, arms folded across his chest, fan prominently displayed. Goku stared between Gojyo and Sanzou a puzzled frown on his face. Finally, deciding to ignore the whole thing, Sanzou protecting Gojyo and Gojyo's new smell, he whined... "Are we almost there, yet? I'm hungry..."

"Urosai..."

Hakkai looked up at Gojyo through the rear view mirror. Gojyo was sitting almost curled into a corner of Jippu, his arms crossed in an eerie parody of Sanzou over his own chest. Hakkai flicked his gaze sidewards, narrowing his eyes. His green eye seemed to burn with warning. "Goku's right, Sanzou. Something is different. What happened to Gojyo while we were gone...you know, don't you?"

"It's none of your business."

"You didn't..."

"He wasn't yours. You're a fool who didn't mark him." Hakkai regarding his companion coolly. "I didn't know..." Hakkai started softly, so soft that only Sanzou heard his words.

"You better than any other should know that appearances can be deceiving." Sanzou shot Hakkai a look that failed to hide his triumph. "He will always be off limits to you two now."

"I don't think this is over." Hakkai thinned his lips turning abruptly to the front and flooring the accelerator. Jippu shot ahead with a soft cry of challenge.

"Hakkai! What the hell are you doing?" Gojyo shouted above the rushing wind.

"I almost fell! You could have warned me!" Goku added his complaint.

Hakkai gave a stilted smile, glancing back over his shoulder, his weak eye hidden completely behind the glare off the lens of his monocle. "I thought you were hungry Goku. I'm getting us to the village faster."

"All right!" Goku chirped excitedly, bouncing in his seat. "Meat pie, Nikoban, Teriyaki, Ramen, Pork..." Goku chanted happily.

Gojyo stared suspiciously at first Hakkai and then Sanzou. Sanzou had not moved in all the ruckus, fan still waving warningly in the breeze as Jippu rushed toward the next village, its little excited cries almost drowning in the sounds of wind and engine.

Every time Gojyo looked up from where he was huddled, Hakkai seemed to be staring at him hungrily through the rearview mirror. In all the time he had known Hakkai, he'd managed to convince him that he was beyond pack rule. That there was no question of who was Alpha. So the slim man turned youkai had accepted Gojyo at face value, left him alone and befriended him. He shifted uncomfortably further away from Goku.

Even Goku seemed to know that something was different. He couldn't have proclaimed it better if he'd held a sign up saying "Youkai Rutting Season."

Jien had said it was something in the pheromones. There was no hiding who or what he was if they ever came into play. He'd never had a pack before. Obviously his fucking body had decided without him that this is just what he had now. And after Sanzou's little ploy back there, he had to be emitting some fairly powerful vibes that he was in need of a protector. Fucking priest. Playing fast and loose with a bunch of youkai was gonna get them both in serious trouble.

The remainder of the drive had been made in uneasy silence, except for Goku's innocent punctuation of the journey with questions and exclamations of excitement. Every now and then though, the boy would pause, his eyes gone molten and thoughtful, his mouth is a small rounded moue and he would flick his gaze sideways to stare at Gojyo.

Gojyo could swear he'd seen the monkey lick his lips. Gods, he was so fucked. Kanzeon Bosatsu must be laughing her royal ass off. He wondered briefly if she'd had a hand in this mess. It would be so like her to royally fuck with them.

Dinner had been almost as tense an affair as the drive. Although, Goku seemed happily oblivious and Gojyo was relieved that the table loaded down with food seemed to preoccupy him more than Gojyo. Hakkai had made a brief attempt to engage him in conversation, but Sanzou had settled himself calmly between them.

Gojyo focused his eyes on his plate, not even caring when Goku grabbed the last pot-sticker from his plate. Gojyo hid his start when Hakkai broke the silence.

"There is some kind of convention in town. All the rooms but two were booked." Hakkai spoke quietly.

"Good. Gojyo can share with me." Sanzou spoke matter-of-factly.

Raising his head from his plate, Gojyo watched the interplay between the two uncomfortably. This was really not happening. He clenched the chopsticks he was holding.

"I rather thought you might like some privacy. Goku and I do not mind sharing with Gojyo."

"Huh? What?" Goku looked up from his food briefly, eyes resting on Gojyo with a speculative gleam. "No. S'okay." He stared a moment longer before the waitress came to inquire if everything was to their liking. Goku responded enthusiastically.

"No." Sanzou lit a cigarette, leaning away from the table, eyes a narrowed glitter.

"I know Gojyo can be rather loud when he comes back from a night of partying..."

Scraping his chair across the floor abruptly, Gojyo lurched to his feet.

"Gojyo, where are you going?" Hakkai inquired, politeness covering a steely resolve that couldn't be denied.

"Out." He spun on his heel, stalking through the crowded inn. He wasn't going to hang around here and watch while Sanzou and Hakkai politely decided what the fuck to do with him.

"Gojyo."

Shit. He found himself listening to the quiet command in that deep voice whether he wanted to or not. Pausing reluctantly in the doorway, white knuckled grasp gripping the frame punishingly He turned enough so he could see Sanzou, his hair a red shield between them, hiding most of his sharp profile except for the autumn fury of his eyes and the stubborn tilt of his chin . "Hai?"

"Have all the women you want."

It hung in the air between them, the challenge, the threat and the dare. Unspoken words marking him as Sanzou's territory. Gojyo's cheeks flamed and his mouth worked unable to speak words of defiance.

Sanzou would allow him his dalliances with women, for now...but no men.

Gojyo was sure of that. As for later? He could feel Sanzou's possessive gaze, hard and unyielding as god-forged chains. He knew what Sanzou wanted and he didn't plan on being around for it.

He gave a strangled reply, not even attempting to disguise his flight in nonchalance. He sped from the room in what could only be described as a panicked retreat, the scent of temple incense and Sanzou's cigarette wrapped around him as an inexorable reminder that he was owned... whether or not he wanted it.   ~ owari ~