Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ That Which Can't be Torn Asunder ❯ That Which Is Precious ( Chapter 4 )

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THAT WHICH CAN’T BE TORN ASUNDER, CHAPTER 4

A Saiyuki fan fiction by Setzuka

Author’s Note: Long time, no update. I want to take a moment to thank the gals and guys who’ve read my little fic. Hopefully you’ll like how this chapter turned out (bows humbly).

This is an NC-17 rated yaoi fan fiction of the pairing Dokugakuji/Kougaiji, and Homura/Kougaiji. Non-con, bondage and voyeurism are contained within this chapter. This story takes place in an AU season two of the anime.


CHAPTER FOUR: THAT WHICH IS PRECIOUS

Kougaiji awoke with a start as he heard Homura’s footsteps echo in the room. His eyes widened in horror at the sight of Dokugakuji’s body slung over the deity’s shoulder. Homura let the demon fall to the ground with a dull thud. He caught the prince’s worried stare.

“Don’t worry, demon. Your dear friend is still alive. I can’t say the same for those who traveled with him.”

At that, Kougaiji fretted over Yaone’s safety. Surely she was alright. Perhaps she hadn’t been with Doku at the time. Or so he tried to tell himself. He couldn’t expect honest answers from the war god. He would have to wait for his comrade to awaken.

The monarch couldn’t help but ask, “If we mean so little to you, why did you spare him?”

Homura grinned at his pet. “I intend to have a nice talk with him. I’m sure he would love to hear about your recent exploits.” The deity smirked at the stricken expression on the demon’s face before turning to leave the room. He did have business to attend to before engaging in play.

Kougaiji regarded his lover and friend as he leaned against the wall across from the prince. The chain had been just short enough to leave the prince unable to reach the other demon. Dejected, he retreated to his current position, mind full of worry. Kougaiji had been overjoyed to see that his good friend was in one piece, longing to have the swordsman hold him in those strong arms of his. However, the monarch was aware that Dokugakuji would be able to tell what had been going on immediately. The scent of the god was all over his skin, despite how much it was scrubbed during a bath. The prince hugged his knees, resting his face atop them. He dreaded the look that he would see in his lover’s eyes, a look of scorn and anguish at his betrayal. But he hadn’t been given much choice, had he? Would Dokugakuji understand?

In the fitful dreams of unconsciousness, the tale of how Dokugakuji had ended up in his current predicament was played out behind his eyes. Having split into teams to search for Lirin and the prince, the swordsman and Yaone had gone their separate ways. After searching for many long hours, his team came upon the trio of gods. The demon had wanted to wipe that smug grin off of that caped freak’s face, demanding to know where he had taken his lover. Unfortunately, the battle between them was brief. With little effort, Homura made short work of his soldiers as the other two gods stood by. Dokugakuji’s skirmish with the deity had a similar end as his first one.

With a groan, Dokugakuji began to awaken. He opened his eyes, trying to focus them in the dimly lit room. He realized that he was chained to a wall in a sitting position, his arms hanging above his head. The swordsman’s gaze trailed over to the area in which the prince sat. Eyes widening, Dokugakuji sat up quickly, attempting to rise despite the chains.

“Kou!” he exclaimed, the rattling of chains audible as he struggled in vain against his bonds. “Kou! Are you alright?!”

The swordsman became more concerned as Kougaiji gave him a stricken look before turning away as if in shame.

“Please, Kou, talk to me!” Dokugakuji insisted. His friend was rarely so quiet and upset. He usually had to keep the prince from lashing out hastily in anger. Had Kougaiji fallen ill? He couldn’t understand why his friend wouldn’t even look in his direction-

That is when it struck him. That was when the demon realized that he could smell it in the air. It didn’t matter that the sheets had been cleaned, or that Kou had that just-finished-a-bath scent. There was something under that odor. Something that shouldn’t be there.

Kougaiji didn’t see the range of emotion on his friend’s face since his was turned away. He didn’t see distress give way to fury. Not at him, but at the one responsible. The one who had taken something that wasn’t his.

“I’m going to kill that bastard,” Dokugakuji growled dangerously. “I don’t care what it takes, he’s not long for this world.”

An amused voice rang out from the darkness. “Such fierce words, demon. But are you really in any position to make threats?” Homura stalked toward the sitting demon from his place in the shadows.

Dokugakuji didn’t care about the obvious danger approaching him. “Y-You have no right to treat him like that. To treat anyone like that!”

The deity chuckled. “‘Like that’? By that statement, do you mean my showing the prince some heavenly hospitality?”

“Is that what you call it?!” the swordsman spat at the god, teeth bared. “I thought that gods were supposed to be merciful? I thought that gods were supposed to be the embodiment of all that is good and right? All I see is a sack of filth abusing his power-”

Dokugakuji’s words were cut off, along with most of his air, by Homura’s hand around his throat. The demon gasped for breath as Kougaiji tried frantically to get to his friend, the chain leaving him just out of reach.

Face twisted with rage, Homura continued to squeeze the throat of the gurgling demon, his pet’s cries initially falling on deaf ears. “What gives you the right to judge me, demon,” the deity growled. “The mortal world is nothing but the plaything of those who sit in judgment. His life, as well as yours, continue at my whim. And I don’t see a need for you to exist anymore.”

Dokugakuji’s vision became dim as he began to slip into unconsciousness, hearing only a rushing in his ears and Kougaiji’s anguished cries. Suddenly, the demon was able to breathe again. Coughing and sputtering as the chains that held him rattled, he looked up to see Homura standing where a distraught Kougaiji kneeled.

The deity spoke. “You are quite lucky, demon, as my pet has bought you another day of life. Favors aren’t without a price, though,” he said, gazing down at the prince before regarding the swordsman again. “You are lucky that he pleases me so.”

Understanding what Homura was getting at, Dokugakuji tried to get the attention of his friend who was obviously upset over what would soon occur. “Kou, listen to me. You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to let this bastard do these things to you!”

Kougaiji couldn’t meet his lover’s eyes. Wasn’t that former lover, now? How could Doku want him after knowing what had happened, what the deity had caused him to feel?

Homura gloated at Dokugakuji’s expense. “‘Let me,’ demon? I’ll have you know that the prince thoroughly enjoyed it-”

“Liar!” the other demon shouted. “He doesn’t want your filthy hands on him for one moment!”

At that, the god laughed heartily aloud, increasing the demon’s hatred of him. “You have no idea, do you? Your Kougaiji enjoyed every single pleasure that I bestowed upon him. But why just tell you? Seeing is believing, is it not?”

Kougaiji’s eyes widened as he looked up at the Prince of War. “No! Not like this. I can’t… not with him watching!”

Homura grasped the chain attached to the prince’s collar, pulling upward uncomfortably. “I suppose that you would rather I kill him then? He can’t mourn the loss of your attentions if he is no longer in this world…”

“No! I-I’ll do as you ask,” the monarch replied, dejected.

“Kou…no!”

Homura turned a stern but amused gaze downward at his prize. “Go ahead, demon. Worship me as you did before.”

Kougaiji’s face burned with shame as Homura turned his body toward him. He stared at the fastenings to the deity’s pants, and what lay behind them. The prince didn’t know if he could do this with his friend watching. But he didn’t have much choice. He reached out, unfastening the button and zipper before him amid his friend’s loud protests. The monarch held back tears at the anguish in his lover’s voice. Anguish caused by him.

Gritting his teeth as he growled, Dokugakuji turned away, unable to bear the sight of Homura’s member passing through Kougaiji’s lips. He struggled uselessly against his bonds, wanting to wring the deity’s neck. He knew the bastard was making exaggerated sounds of pleasure for his benefit.

“Aren’t you going to look, demon?” the god asked as he fisted his hand in the prince’s hair, thrusting roughly into his soft throat. “You were so sure before that my pet still belonged to you. Do you believe otherwise now?”

Shedding tears as his throat was invaded, Kougaiji feared that he knew the answer to that question. Was there any way his lover would want him back now?

Dokugakuji gave the war prince a look that caused the smirk to fade from his countenance. “You think that he belongs to you? He doesn’t belong to anybody. You forcing him with threats hardly means that he wants you. Bastard! At any other time, Kou wouldn’t even spit on you, let alone touch you!”

Homura’s face twisted with rage at the demon’s words. The swordsman’s lover was servicing him, and he still was so defiant! The deity pushed the prince forward, roughly pulling down his pet’s pants.

“Let’s see how your tune changes when your lover is screaming for me, impaled on my cock.”

Kougaiji grimaced, making a choked sound as he was entered roughly and suddenly from behind. Homura barely allowed him time to catch his breath before setting up a punishing rhythm. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, with the prince grunting on each brutal thrust. The rattling of chains was also audible as the swordsman tried to free himself, enraged over what was occurring before him.

The monarch tried not to look in his lover’s direction as the deity reamed him. Eyes shut tightly, he felt a hand grab the chain to his collar and pull upward. Yelping, he tried to brace a hand against the collar, pulling so as not to be choked. Kougaiji heard his friend call out his name in an anxious voice.

“D-Don’t look at me!” Kougaiji shouted in the swordsman’s direction, ashamed.

The deity leaned down to speak into one ear. “Your friend seems so upset. He thinks that I am hurting you. Why not tell him how much you are enjoying yourself, demon?”

Shuddering as heat began to pool in his belly, Kougaiji tried to resist the sensations. Somehow, it was even worse this time. His flesh tingled, his loins burned, erection hard and weeping as it bobbed in time to the rhythm of penetration. Homura pulled on the chain even harder, lifting the prince’s upper body so that he was almost in a kneeling position. The deity thrusted that much harder, causing the monarch to scream through gritted teeth, both at the sensations that he was feeling, as well as the fact that the state of his body was exposed to his friend.

Kougaiji could feel his inevitable orgasm at the edges of his consciousness, trying and failing to hold it off. His body tensed, muscles pulled taught as his back arched with Homura still pounding into him from behind. Calling out a negation as he shuddered, the prince spilled himself forcefully onto the floor before him. Homura continued to thrust into the tightening passage for a few moments as the prince whimpered. His own peak upon him, the deity painted Kougaiji’s insides once more with himself. The heat shot against that spot inside the prince, causing him to stiffen and shiver as a second orgasm passed over him. Spent and ashamed, Kougaiji hid his face when he was lowered onto the mess that he’d made of the floor.

Homura took the time to gloat in front of the angry demon chained to the wall. “I tried to tell you, demon. Your lover belongs to me now. His body calls out to mine with his every breath. He has experienced things with me that he never could with you.”

Angry over the abuse of his lover, Dokugakuji exclaimed, “It doesn’t matter what his body feels! His heart, his soul will always belong to me. That’s something that a sick freak like you can never understand!”

The last thing that Dokugakuji saw was Homura swirling violet cloak as he was quickly and soundly punched, slipping once more into unconsciousness.


To be continued.