Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ That Which Can't be Torn Asunder ❯ Fascination ( Chapter 1 )

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THAT WHICH CAN’T BE TORN ASUNDER

A Saiyuki fan fiction by Setzuka

Note: This is an NC-17 rated yaoi fan fiction of the pairing Dokugakuji/Kougaiji, and Homura/Kougaiji. Also contained within are non-con at some points, and mild bondage. You’ve been warned. This story takes place in an AU season two of the anime.


CHAPTER ONE: FASCINATION

Within the confines of Houtou Castle, Gyoumen Koushu stood in the throne room, lecturing Prince Kougaiji yet again regarding his failure to thwart the Sanzo Party, and recover the Maten Scripture. “Well, with what a supposed good son you are,” the woman drawled on, “I would have expected more of an effort from you, prince. After all, obtaining that scripture would bring you that much closer to freeing your beloved mother.” Kougaiji turned away angrily. “Don’t doubt my devotion to my family,” he remarked, “It’s only a matter of time before I get that scroll.” He strutted out of the room with her voice calling after him, “See that you do, darling prince.” He was reminded once again how he had never liked the most annoying of his father’s concubines.

Kougaiji made his way back to his chambers. Removing his shoes, he flopped down backwards onto the bed, springs creaking. He put an arm over his eyes. He didn’t need that bitch telling him how he was failing his mother. He already knew. It pained him that, after all this time, he couldn’t recover the scripture from a simple human. Kougaiji worried that he would never be able to rescue his mother from her fate. He’d lost his pride as a monarch, and a good deal of his power, for a chance that seemed to be constantly slipping away.

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft rapping at the door. “Who is it?” the prince asked in a tired voice. “It’s me, Kou,” his friend replied, muffled by the wooden door. Kougaiji pushed up into a sitting position. “Come in,” he replied. The tall demon stepped into the room. Noticing the distressed look his friend tried to hide, Dokugakuji surmised, “She’s been up to her old tricks again, huh?” The prince sighed, “It wouldn’t be so bad, if she weren’t telling the truth.” Dokugakuji frowned, sitting on the bed next to the prince. “And what truth is that?” “The fact that I’m failing my mother,” Kougaiji answered. He peered down at the floor, as his friend put an arm around his shoulders. “After all this time and effort,” the prince continued, “I still have come up empty-handed. The scroll that is needed most to revive my mother still eludes me.” Dokugakuji tightened his grip on his friend’s shoulder, and grasped his friend’s hand with his free one. “Don’t doubt yourself, Kou,” he said in a low voice. “Remember that we all believe in you. The members of your clan are following you, not her. And Lirin, Yaone and I, would follow you anywhere.” Kougaiji looked up into the face of his dearest friend. It was hard not to respond to his encouraging words. “You’re right as always, Doku,” the prince told him, smiling. “I shouldn’t let that woman get to me so.” Dokugakuji smiled back at his friend. “I know just the thing to get your mind off of her,” he said, sliding the prince’s coat off of his shoulders, “How about I give you a massage?” Kougaiji grinned, letting his friend remove the garment, “That would be great.”

Kougaiji laid on his belly, relaxing as his friend began to kneed tired muscles. It seemed to him as though the pair had always been together. It was hard for the prince to recall a time when the noble demon hadn’t been by his side. Kougaiji relied a great deal on his friend’s support. The idea of loosing such a true friend was terrifying to him. That’s why, when he had first started to feel more than friendship toward the demon, he’d hid his feelings as best he could. Kougaiji hadn’t wanted to loose Dokugakuji’s valued companionship. But his feelings soon became unbearable. Dokugakuji was a personable demon with a big heart, who enjoyed open displays of affection with his friends. Being surrounded by those strong arms had made the prince want more than just a friendly embrace. So one night, while the two were out alone under the stars, Kougaiji confessed his feelings to his friend, fearing the worst. He was surprised by Dokugakuji’s enthusiastic reaction, wrapping him up in his arms and kissing him breathless. Since then, the bond between the pair had only gotten stronger.

The prince grinned into his pillow, reminiscing about their first time together. He sighed as he felt butterfly kisses being planted on his lower back. “I thought that you were supposed to be giving me a massage?” Kougaiji teased his friend. “Well, it occurred to me that there is a much better way of getting you to unwind.” The prince turned to look at the demon over his shoulder. “And what way is that?” Dokugakuji captured his lips in a quick kiss before rolling the prince over and looming close, “Why don’t I show you?” With that, he began to kiss his lover in earnest. Cupping the back of his lover’s head with one hand, Kougaiji fisted Dokugakuji’s coat in the other, pulling him closer into the deep kiss. Doku broke the kiss wetly to take up nibbling the prince’s neck. Kougaiji tipped his head back to allow his lover better access, who took full advantage, making the monarch moan. The tall demon slid down the prince’s lean body, pausing to lave an erect nipple, drawing the nubbin into his mouth to suckle it. Kougaiji moaned loudly as he shifted under his friend, enjoying the treatment thoroughly.

Doku trailed lower to the prince’s belly, plunging his tongue into his navel. The prince arched his back, hand fisting in his friend’s hair. Unfastening Kougaiji’s pants, the demon planted kisses above raspberry curls as he stroked his friend through his jeans. The monarch’s breath hitched, stomach aflutter in anticipation of what was to come. Dokugakuji freed his friend’s erection from its confines, placing sucking kisses down the side, before sliding up to engulf the head. Kougaiji started to moan in earnest, body undulating in pleasure. His friend didn’t mind the movement, which caused him to take the prince’s member deeper into his mouth. Dokugakuji pulled away briefly to remove the prince’s pants and undergarments entirely. He returned, nibbling down the member until he reached the base, drawing one of the hanging orbs into his mouth, sucking lovingly on it. Kougaiji’s breath came in shallow gasps, chest heaving. “I can’t…I think I’m going to come,” he managed to get out. “Go ahead,” Dokugakuji answered him, “I’ll let you come as many times as you want.” At that, he took the prince down to the hilt, sucking for all he was worth. Arching his back, Kougaiji cried out in orgasm, with his friend swallowing around him.

Dokugakuji pulled away from his lover, who lay on his back, trying to catch his breath, to remove his own clothing. After his garments had pooled on the floor, he retrieved the small tube of lubricant from the nightstand. Turning back to the bed, he took in the sight before him. The prince’s lean but sculpted form, glistening with perspiration. Slitted, deep violet eyes that regarded him under heavy lashes. Dokugakuji reached down, cupping the side of the demon’s face. “You’re so beautiful, Kou,” he breathed, planting a kiss on his friend’s lips. The tall demon knelt between the prince’s spread thighs, slicking his fingers with lubricant to prepare his lover. Kougaiji moaned softly as his friend stretched his entrance for the ample invasion to come. His long fingers were able to reach that spot inside the prince that had him writhing. Dokugakuji could no longer hold out against the monarch’s mewling. He quickly slicked his length, and pushed his lover’s thighs out and up. Legs spread in the air, Kougaiji could feel the pressure against his backside yield to a delicious pleasure as he was filled by the taller demon. After he’d buried himself inside his lover, Dokugakuji set up a leisurely rhythm with firm, deep thrusts. The prince wrapped his body around his lover, sliding arms around broad shoulders, and legs around his waist, pulling him close.

Kougaiji moaned into the taller demon’s mouth as it was caught in a deep kiss. He broke the kiss to tilt back his head and cry out his lover’s name softly. Dokugakuji nibbled under the upturned chin of the prince, picking up the tempo of his thrusts. Kougaiji’s mouth hung open as he began loud, nearly continuous moaning. Noticing a rivulet of perspiration traveling down the monarch’s face, Dokugakuji lapped at it. He reached between the two of them to encircle the prince’s weeping erection with his fingers, stroking firmly. Kougaiji’s cries began to crescendo, and it wasn’t long before he had painted his friend’s hand with his essence. Dokugakuji couldn’t hold out for much longer, thrusting against the increased resistance in his lover’s passage. He groaned in orgasm against the prince’s shoulder, filling his insides warmly. With heaving chests, the two lay in the refuge of each other’s arms, unaware that miles away, lurked a force that would try to tear their world apart.


Prince Homura, the war god, gazed out of the large window of his newly acquired ziggurat into the distance. For his plan to succeed, he knew that he would need both the Maten and Saiten scriptures, among other things. He turned to face his comrades, gods who had fallen from grace along side of him. “Zenon, Shien, it’s time that we paid a visit to Houtou castle. We must obtain the Saiten scripture.” “It’s been such a long time since I was last there,” spoke Shien. He was pleased that this time, he’d be able to help the Toushin Taishi with his task. Zenon slung his banishing rifle over his shoulder, lighting the cigarette in his mouth with his free hand. “I’m ready to go. I’m itching to fight some more of those bastards.” The two moved closer to their leader. “Then let’s be off. We have much to accomplish,” Homura said as the trio was surrounded by a blue sphere of light. The Homura party was engulfed by that light, which then began to quickly make its way through the sky toward Houtou castle.

Landing a few feet from the entrance to the towering castle, the Homura party prepared themselves for battle. Using his godly powers, Homura split open the door, which burst into flames. He made short work of the first line of guards patrolling the area, their screams filling the hallway. Zenon laid down fire with his banishing rifle. Shien took out the stragglers, glowing twin whips whistling through the air. Moving quickly down the hallway toward the interior of the building, they were met by more guards. “Who are you?” the commander demanded, “Identify yourselves.” Zenon smirked, narrowing his good eye as he leveled his banishing rifle. “Isn’t it obvious?” he told the demon, “We are your gods.” Homura smirked from where he stood beside the other god as he watched the deity clear the path before him while demons screamed. A few escaped the carnage, hurrying to warn the others about the invasion.

Making his way quickly through the halls, Kougaiji could hear the alarms blaring. He met up with Yaone and Lirin, who sprinted toward him from a neighboring hall. “Lord Kougaiji,” Yaone addressed her leader, “We’re under attack.” “But by whom?” he asked of her. “Kou!” a familiar voice rang out behind him. He turned toward his friend, who began to tell him the disturbing tale of how beings claiming to be gods, had wiped out a good deal of the castle’s defenses. “If they are gods,” Kougaiji told them, “they can only be after one thing. Dokugakuji, you come with me. Yaone, stay here and guard Lirin.” “Of course, my prince,” the demoness responded. “But I want to fight!” Lirin informed her brother. “Lirin,” he started to say firmly, until looking into her large, innocent eyes. Kougaiji’s face and voice softened, “Please, stay here and be good for Yaone.” He turned to his friend. “Let’s get going.” “Right, Kou.” The pair of demons darted down the hallway, leaving Lirin behind, wondering why it was that she wasn’t allowed to fight for the ones that she loved as well.

“What’s on your mind, Kougaiji?” the taller demon asked him. “I think that they must be after my father,” the prince answered. Slowing down their pace as they entered the basement level, the pair entered the room where the form of Gyumaoh, the monstrous demon king, towered above them. It didn’t look as though anyone was still here, not even the mad king’s lover. “That bitch sure left in a hurry,” Dokugakuji noted, looking up at the empty throne the concubine usually inhabited. “Yeah,” Kougaiji remarked, surprised by the fact that, despite all her claims of loving his father with all her demonic heart, Lady Koushu had left her lover behind to whatever fate awaited him. The pair climbed the stairs next to the sleeping king to the platform above to lay in wait for the arrival of the enemy. Despite the numerous ill feelings he held toward his father, Kougaiji would fight to protect the king. The bonds of family were strong, and the prince was determined not to abandon either parent.

Homura exited the elevator, entering the room holding the slumbering demon king. Looking around, he didn’t notice any signs of life until a voice rang out from above. “So, you’ve finally shown yourself,” Kougaiji said to the god below. Homura looked up to see a demon clad in a dark leather jacket, shirtless, with form-fitting tan pants, a hand resting on his hip. Even from this distance, the deity could see that the young demon was pleasing to the eye. “And who might you be?” Homura purred up at the prince. “I am Prince Kougaiji,” the demon declared. “And I am his swordsman, Dokugakuji,” the other told the god, not liking the look that he was giving his friend. “Who are you, and what business do you have with King Gyumaoh?” “I am the war prince, Homura,” he told the pair in a lofty voice. “successor to Prince Nataku, who subjugated your father. As for your king, my business is not with him. I’ve come for the Seiten scripture. But it doesn’t appear to be here.” Homura then noticed what appeared to be a doorway near the slumbering king. “Aah, a secret passageway,” he said, walking toward it. “No you don’t!” Kougaiji shouted as he leapt down in front of the god. “I won’t let you take the scripture!” To loose the scroll would be a major blow to the revival of his mother, something he could not allow at any cost.

Homura regarded the demon before him. As leader of the other demons, he must have heard from the survivors about what level of threat the god was to his life. Yet the prince stood there, blocking his path and staring him down. Such fire blazed in those violet eyes! It was a fire akin to his own, the devotion to a goal that must be achieved. “So, you want to take me on?” Homura asked the demon prince, hand on his hip which was canted slightly. Dokugakuji had jumped down to stand beside his lover protectively. “Then let’s begin!” Homura shouted, rushing at the prince to strike with his drawn sword. Dokugakuji moved to counter, blocking the blow with his own sword. Homura looked into the demon’s angry eyes. “Such poor swordsmanship,” the god remarked. Before Dokugakuji could address the insult, he found himself being flung backwards against the wall, impacting noisily. He could hear his friend calling out his name in worry through the haze of near-unconsciousness. “I won’t let you get away with that!” Kougaiji shouted at the deity angrily.

Holding one palm over the other, the prince began to chant. A dark spherical light appeared between his hands as he continued. Homura slung his large glowing sword over one shoulder, realizing what the demon prince was trying to do. “How cute,” he remarked, “The boy is trying to call upon a fiend.” Through the din of the chanting, the sound of the crackling of fire could be heard, strengthening in volume. “Come forth, Engokuki!” At that, a fiend cloaked in flames burst out from the dark floating orb to rush toward Kougaiji’s enemy, trailing fire behind it. The monster surrounded Homura with a ring of flames, which the god broke with his sword. Kougaiji looked on aghast. No creature, until now, could thwart the monster’s flames. “I know a thing or two about fire,” Homura told the prince with a wry grin. The deity swung his sword with a powerful motion, a dragon of flames leaping out from the glowing blade. The being rushed toward Engokuki, cleaving it in two with its jaws. Kougaiji watched in horror as the flames that had been his fiend, plummeted toward the ground. “You’ve got quite a bit to learn,” the smug god noted, “but you show great potential, young one.” “Don’t dismiss me, you bastard!” Kougaiji shouted as he rushed toward the god. Homura caught the prince’s jaw in a punch that hurled him backwards. The prince’s form lay crumpled on the ground near that of his friend.

Homura stalked over to the body of the unconscious demon. “Quite the contrary, my handsome prince,” he murmured as he loomed over his still form, “I can’t dismiss someone with such passion burning inside himself.” Homura reached out to touch Kougaiji’s face, marveling at the softness of the young demon’s skin. “G-get away from him, freak!” Dokugakuji shouted at the deity as he attempted to rise from his knees. Homura looked down at the demon with scorn. “Such a nuisance.” He lashed out with his foot, catching the demon under the jaw with a loud click of teeth against teeth. Dokugakuji was lifted up and flipped backward with the motion, landing noisily on his side. Homura turned his back on the suffering demon to face his comrades, who now stood in the doorway. Shien was holding the Seiten scripture in his hand. “We retrieved the scripture from the fleeing demons,” he told the war prince. “Excellent,” Homura purred, “Then our business here is done.” He turned back to Kougaiji, who still lay unconscious on the floor. Homura kneeled, taking the demon prince up into his arms, smiling to himself. “Oh how I love the spoils of war,” he said aloud, cradling his prize.

Dokugakuji made it to his knees in time to see the trio of gods being engulfed by a strange blue light. His look turned to one of horror when he realized who it was that Homura held in his arms. “Bastard!” the demon yelled, rushing forward to reclaim his lover, “Put him down!” Homura only smirked at the demon as the quartet began to disappear into the light. Dokugakuji reached for his friend, who vanished before his eyes, along with his captors. “No!” the swordsman exclaimed in disbelief, kneeling on the cold stone floor. “Kou!” His mournful voice echoed in the empty room, as he wondered what fate awaited his most precious of friends.


To Be Continued.