Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ That Which Can't be Torn Asunder ❯ The Prize ( Chapter 2 )

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THAT WHICH CAN’T BE TORN ASUNDER, CHAPTER TWO

A Saiyuki fan fiction by Setzuka


Note: This is an NC-17 rated yaoi fan fiction of the pairing Dokugakuji/Kougaiji, and Homura/Kougaiji. Contained within this chapter is non-con as well as bondage. You’ve been warned. This story takes place in an AU season two of the anime.

CHAPTER TWO: THE PRIZE

As he slowly drifted toward consciousness, Kougaiji realized that he was hanging from the wall in bonds of some sort. Opening his eyes, he scanned the room he was now in. The area was mostly empty and dark. Light shone in through a window high up on the neighboring wall, casting some degree of light in the area in front of where he was trapped. Gaining his footing, he looked up at the chains that held each arm above his head. The prince pulled on the chains, but they wouldn’t give. Similar cuffs held each leg to the floor, and he had the same success with breaking those. “Don’t bother trying to struggle against those bonds,” a voice rang out from the shadows, “They are made of a metal that can’t be broken by demons.” Stepping out from the darkened corner of the room, Homura revealed himself.

“You!” Kougaiji snarled angrily. “What is the meaning of this? Why have you brought me here?!” Homura watched the demon prince in mild amusement as he seethed in anger. “Such a temper you have, young one.” The deity sauntered closer to the monarch, who eyed him warily. “I want to make you an offer, Prince Kougaiji,” Homura continued as he closed in on his target. “You have the potential to become so much more than you are now. My comrades and I are on a quest to make a new world.” The deity reached out and planted a hand on the wall near Kougaiji’s head, chains between the cuffs on his wrists rattling. Homura leaned in close to the demon. “Why don’t you join me? Your power could be an asset to our goal.” Kougaiji eyed the deity. “And why would I possibly want to follow you?” he asked. Homura loomed closer as the prince turned away somewhat. The deity ran a hand up Kougaiji’s arm, placing the other on the prince’s hip as he murmured into his ear. “Because I can grant you anything you want. What you’ve dreamed of and hoped for, are all things that I can obtain for you.” Briefly, the image of his mother, frozen and bound by that horrible spell, came to him. But the prince had already given up a great deal of power to a demoness who had a similar goal as he. How could Kougaiji trust the Toushin Taishi, the slayer of demons?

Kougaiji turned back to the deity, who was still standing too close for comfort. “My answer is no,” he said, managing to keep his voice level, as the god disturbingly caressed his chained arm. “Nothing can induce me to follow you.” Homura didn’t appear phased by the rejection. “I think that I must disagree,” he purred into the shell of the prince’s ear. The hand that Homura had placed on the demon’s hip, moved around to cup his backside, causing the monarch to stiffen. Massaging the rounded flesh, the deity pushed a knee between Kougaiji’s thighs to get that much closer. He chuckled, and in a low voice, crooned, “I have much talent in the art of persuasion.” “Get off of me!” Kougaiji said dangerously, face turned away. “You’re not exactly in a position to make demands, young demon,” Homura told him. “There aren’t many who are able to resist my charms for long.” The deity pulled away from the relieved prince. Homura began to walk away out of the room, but paused to cast a glance over his shoulder at the monarch. “I could make your stay here quite enjoyable, if you let me.” With that, he sauntered out of the room, leaving Kougaiji alone with his thoughts and worries.


Back at Houtou castle, the inhabitants were still in an uproar over the occurrences of the previous few hours. A vital scripture needed to revive Gyumaoh had been stolen. On top of that, the invading gods had kidnapped the prince for reasons unknown. Lady Koushu paced back and forth in front of where Gyumaoh towered above, arms folded. “I can’t believe you let them take Kougaiji!” she shouted in Dokugakuji’s general direction. “This puts us at an extreme disadvantage. How are we to continue things here without him and the scroll?” Looking up at her from the floor where he still sat in disbelief over recent events, Dokugakuji regarded her with a gaze, the likes of which, would have made her run had she seen it. “It’s not as though I stood idly by…” he started in an angry voice. Her back turned, she answered, “You might as well have…he’s still just as gone.”

As he hung his head somewhat, Yaone, who was standing nearby, placed a hand on his shoulder. “What we need to do now is try to locate the prince. In doing that, the scripture can be found as well,” the demoness said to the group. Casting her glance downward, she addressed her comrade. “Dokugakuji, did they mention anything about where they were taking the prince?” “No…not a thing,” the demon responded. Yaone continued, “We should question the survivors further…maybe one of them overheard something about their intended location.” The demoness squeezed Dokugakuji’s shoulder in reassurance. “Don’t loose heart,” she said in a low voice to her friend, “We’ll find him.” Dokugakuji looked up at her in gratitude for her kind words. Rising to his feet, he told her, “Then let’s get started.” Lirin came toward the tall demon. “I’ll help look too!” she informed him. The demon shook his head. “No, Lirin. You stay here at the castle. It’s too dangerous for you to be wandering around outside. We’re not even sure what purpose they had in taking Kougaiji. It would be disastrous for you, a member of the royal family, to be kidnapped as well.” Lirin attempted to protest, but Dokugakuji would have none of it. The least he could do was ensure the safety of his lover’s sister. “Stay in or near your quarters. We’ll assign the most trusted of guards to you.”

“Why do I always get left behind?” Lirin asked angrily. “I should be out there looking too…he’s my brother!” Eyes brimming with unshed tears, the young demoness stormed out of the room. Dokugakuji started to follow the fleeing princess, but Yaone told him, “Let her go, Dokugakuji. She needs some solitude now. I’ll send an elite detail to her quarters.” The demon turned back to his friend, and they made plans for the upcoming search for the missing prince.


Sitting on a bench in the hallway near his lab, Dr. Ni sat, legs crossed, bunny sitting in his lap, facing him. “Isn’t it interesting, bunny?” the eccentric scientist addressed the stuffing-filled doll, “Everyone is in a tizzy over Kougaiji’s disappearance. Poor rabbit prince…at the mercy of such a ruthless god…I wonder what Homura’s planning?” The man leaned down to the doll, and in a low voice, as if telling a secret, “I know what I would do if I were him.” Narrowing his eyes, he grinned at his friend. He was distracted from his conversation by the sound of running feet, then concealed sobs. A few feet away, Lirin stood in a doorway with her back to him, obviously distraught. “What’s wrong, little princess?” he asked her, as if he didn’t already know. Lirin turned to him, eyes reddened. “Kougaiji’s been kidnapped along with the scroll, but they’re making me stay here. It’s not like I’m helpless…I can fight! I have as much right to look for my brother as Dokugakuji does!”

Ni regarded her for a moment, before turning back to his doll, lifting it up into the air above him with both hands, as one would a child. “I tried to tell him to hold onto what was precious to him…but people and demons never learn. Precious things can be so elusive sometimes, slipping away from us until they are only a thing of memory.” The man lowered the stuffed rabbit back to his lap with one hand, the other still held up in the way of the lamp above. He regarded the light through spread fingers. “But to try to hold on to such things, is like trying to grasp the rays of the moon, and keep them by one’s side…but we still try, don’t we?” Ni canted his head toward the young demon, his smile gone, rays from the lamp above caught by his glasses, reflecting the light. “Is that how it will be with you, little princess? Will you let what is precious to you fade into memory?”

Lirin frowned. “But I don’t even know where to look!” she told him, distressed. Ni raised a hand to cup his chin, as if in thought. “I was with your mother when those nasty gods took the scripture. I thought that I heard one of them talking about the Kanjo area. I don’t know if that’s exactly where they’re headed, but it might be a start.” Lirin’s face brightened at the chance she’d just been given. “Thank you so much!” she exclaimed as she glomped him, arms around his neck. “There’s no need to thank me, princess,” Ni told her as he returned her embrace, placing a tiny monitoring device on the back of her shirt where he held her. “I’m your most humble of servants.” Lirin grinned at him as she darted away down the hall, toward the area where the flying dragons are held.

Watching her form disappear down the hall, Ni said, “Run, little princess! Rabbits are such fragile creatures.” Chuckling to himself, he addressed his stuffed friend, who still sat in his lap. “See, bunny. Things are becoming so interesting of late. I think that we’ll have to stay for a while.” Holding the doll close, and with narrowed eyes, Ni smiled.


Kougaiji’s empty stomach growled as his nostrils caught the scent of food. Opening his eyes, he realized that he was now lying on a thin mattress on the floor. The bonds around his wrists and ankles were gone. He was clad only in his pants, and to his dismay, a collar around his neck connected to the nearby wall with a chain. A plate of food nearby beckoned him, but the monarch only stared at it, refusing to touch it. “It’s not poisoned,” a familiar voice called out from the doorway. Homura entered the room from where he stood. “Or is it that you want me to feed you?” the deity teased. Kougaiji narrowed his eyes at the being. “I’m not in the mood for you,” the prince told him, sitting up. The demon grasped hold of the chain around his neck, causing the links to rattle. “Do you think that keeping me chained up here like this is going to make me want to follow you?” Kougaiji asked angrily.

Homura regarded him, smirking. “What else does one do with their pets?” he asked the demon. The monarch shot him a dirty look, offended, “I’m not some animal, and I’m nobody’s pet!” The deity closed in on the prince, who made a move to stand, but Homura took hold of his shoulders, pushing him back down. Kougaiji knocked his hands away, but the being then took hold of his wrists. “I’m not weak, you know…I’m not going to tolerate the kind of treatment as before, now that my limbs are free,” he said, struggling against the deity. Homura gave him an amused look. “Do you really think it matters that you’re less restrained now? You haven’t the power to resist me.” He made his point by pushing the monarch backward, pinning him to the mattress. Despite his best efforts, he wasn’t able to break the deity’s hold. “If you aren’t going to eat the dinner I was kind enough to obtain for you, I guess we should cut to the chase.” Kougaiji glared up at the being. “Get off of me!” he snarled. “If you keep messing with me, I’ll make you regret it, chains or no.”

Homura sighed noisily, as if put upon. “I was trying to be civil with you, but if you aren’t going to behave like a good demon-” he started to say, as he rose from off of the prince. “You bastard,” Kougaiji interrupted, “I told you…” The prince’s words were cut off when he was dragged backward suddenly away from Homura to the wall by the chain around his neck. He impacted the wall with a dull sound. A chain from somewhere above caught both of his wrists, and hoisted his body upward, so that he was standing on the tips of his toes. “What the hell?” the prince asked. “Like I was trying to tell you, we’ll just have to do things the hard way.” As Homura stalked closer, Kougaiji lashed out with his foot. Homura caught it before it could connect, licking the arch. Kougaiji snatched it back, as if burned. The being only chuckled in amusement.

“Is this all some kind of game to you?” Kougaiji asked him, annoyed. Homura stifled his laughter somewhat. “Oh no, I’m being completely serious. Perhaps I should show you how serious I am.” At that, he embraced the struggling prince, winding his arms around him. Kougaiji wasn’t pleased by the deity’s wandering hands. He soon found his pants undone, sliding down his slim hips. His struggling hastened their descent, though he was too distressed to notice. The monarch’s futile wriggling continued as he felt one of Homura’s hands down the back of his underwear, and a knee between his thighs. “If you do this,” the prince began, trying to keep his voice level despite his growing panic, “I’ll make you pay for it…with interest.” He hated the way that Homura gave him that smug grin of his. “I must say that I do like your spirit, demon. It will make things much more interesting.”

Slicking two of his fingers with his saliva, Homura returned his hand to fondling Kougaiji’s backside. Kougaiji gasped and stiffened as he felt the being probing his entrance. Homura found it to be much more lax than he expected. His initial look of surprise turned to one of amusement. “You’ve done this sort of thing before, haven’t you? I didn’t think that someone of your social status would allow himself to be penetrated by an underling.” Kougaiji twisted his body, struggling though he recognized it as futile. “What do you know about it?” the monarch asked him nastily. Homura’s tone became wondering as he continued to speak, still persisting with the unwanted fondling. “Hmm…I wonder who it could be…” It suddenly dawned on him, remembering the demon who had accompanied Kougaiji to the chamber holding the demon king. The look in that demon’s eyes, as he’d stepped in front of the prince to engage the deity at his own peril. “It’s that large demon that was with you, isn’t it?” Homura asked the prince. “My, my! I didn’t think you’d be into those big, muscular types.” “S-shut up!” Kougaiji exclaimed, still squirming uncomfortably.

Homura leaned in to murmur into the prince’s ear as he turned his face away. “Is this how you like him to do it?” he asked the monarch, scissoring his fingers within him. “You’re more lax than I would expect. He must be quite impressive, that underling of yours. However, a demon can’t compare to a god.” At that, he tore the underwear off of the prince, casting it aside. As the prince struggled in futility, Homura moved between his thighs, lifting them with his forearms and grasping his rear. Kougaiji gritted his teeth, head turned to the side as he felt a stinging pain in his passage, with the being pressing his ill-prepared member into him. When he was into the hilt, Homura took up nibbling on the shell of the prince’s ear, as he set up a steady rhythm of penetration. Kougaiji breathed through gritted teeth, not wanting to give the deity the satisfaction of any sounds of pain from him.

Kougaiji soon started to feel very strange. The stinging pain from earlier had begun to transform into a strange heat. It seemed to spread out from that point to set fire to his belly, and travel up his arms and legs, even making his scalp tingle. “What’s happening…w-what are you doing to me?” Kougaiji managed to ask as he struggled to breathe, chest heaving. Homura chuckled, realizing that the prince was no longer wriggling due to discomfort. “I tried to tell you that it would be like nothing you’d experienced before,” he told the panting prince. “Nothing can compare to being with a god.” The deity began to pick up the pace, now thrusting firmly and deeply into the prince. Gazing at the monarch’s flushed face, perspiration beading on his skin, Homura leaned in close to murmur into his ear. “You’re enjoying this…I can feel you gripping me inside. You’d feel better if you’d just admit it.”

Kougaiji still held his face turned away, hard thrusts making him exhale in harsh breaths. He felt like his whole body was on fire, as if he could feel the unwanted pleasure of the deity’s fluid movements down to the ends of his hair. His face was twisted with it, barely able to breathe. Homura’s hands scorched the prince where he clutched his rear. His member rubbed against the heat of Homura’s body, weeping. Still gritting his teeth, Kougaiji’s head tilted back of its own volition, allowing the deity to nibble on the underside of his jaw. The prince writhed, arching his back, pulling against his bonds as they rattled. Though he tried to stave it off, he could feel orgasm rushing upon him. Groaning, Kougaiji spilled himself between their bodies. Enjoying the rhythmic contractions of the prince’s passage, Homura continued to thrust into the demon until his own peak was reached. The deity filled the demon with his essence, making the prince shiver and cry out as he felt liquid fire paint his insides. Kougaiji’s arms and legs felt as though made from water. He slumped in the bonds as the deity pulled away from him, gaze cast down in shame over what had just occurred.

“Such a mess you made, young prince, and after all those words of protest,” Homura told the demon, as he began to clean him up. Kougaiji refused to meet his gaze. “Your body obviously enjoyed that as much as mine did. I told you that you wouldn’t be able to resist me.” Homura allowed the chains that held Kougaiji’s neck and wrists to become lax, allowing him to lower his prize to the mattress below. “I wonder what that lover of yours would say if he knew.” Kougaiji turned away from the deity, frowning. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you forget all about him,” Homura told him as he stroked his hair. He covered the monarch with the blanket that lay at the end of the mattress. The deity left the room, leaving the prince to wonder if he’d ever obtain his freedom, or see the ones that he cared for again.


To Be Continued.