Fic of wrong.
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new_kateI'm so behind on my comments! But thank you guys, you are so cool, I'll get to answering really soon. In the meantime - fic.
Title: Teeth
Author: Newkate
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Nii/Gojyo, because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
andmydog wanted some for y_c.
Warnings: Nii being Nii, chara death and WRONG.
Notes: Betaed byhibem who’s a saint *smooches*
He was already naked when he came to, naked and all alone in a small room flooded with harsh white light. Thin chains on his wrists and ankles rattled melodically as he explored the cell, moving from wall to wall. The slack was just enough to let him use the can in the corner and then curl up on the floor again, watching the dark small window in the door, nursing the wounds from their last battle.
No bandages for him, but the worst of it was stitched up and nothing looked infected. It seemed the victors had decided to keep him alive for the time being. He had a lot of questions, and he kept calling and screaming till his voice gave out. Nobody came to his rescue or to force him to cut it out.
He spent hours and hours sitting on the hard floor, looking at his toes, wishing for a cigarette and recalling the last moments in detail. He was almost sure Hakkai was still alive when he went down. Sanzo was definitely fine, blasting away with his gun, having a great time, and the monkey – hell, it'd take a lot more than that to kill the monkey, so if anyone but him survived it would be the kid.
He tried calling his shakujyo, but nothing happened save a dull humming in his wrists. The bracelets on the chains were probably yerekou limiters. He didn’t have all that much to start with, so the weapon was completely out of reach now.
When the door finally opened it was to admit a guy in a rumpled labcoat. Sweet stench of stale, long ago smoked cigarettes filled the room, and Gojyo was almost ready to ask for the one, but thought better of it. He had plenty of stuff to beg for already.
The man pulled a little remote from his pocket and pressed a couple of buttons, making Gojyo’s chains retract till he was splayed against the wall like a starfish.
“Hanyo, eh?” he murmured, “I always wanted one.”
“Where are the others?” asked Gojyo, trying to sound all reasonable. “I want to see them.”
The man came closer, too close, enough to smell his sweat and see the dark stubble breaking through his skin. He forced one of Gojyo’s eyes further open with his fingers and made him tilt his head to let the iris catch the light.
“How exciting,” he said. “Young man, you’re going to do science a great service. Now, let’s see…”
He clasped a cold hand under Gojyo’s jaw, not allowing him to open his mouth, and pushed his lips apart. Salt and nicotine taste of his fingers was invasive, nauseating. He examined Gojyo’s teeth, sliding a thumb over them, counting aloud, studying the shape.
“So many tests to perform,” he sighed. “So little time.”
The man called himself Nii. He wouldn’t explain who he was or what the hell was he doing in the youkai castle, or what he wanted with Gojyo. He wouldn’t answer any questions. He was busy exploring.
At first there were blood samples. Thick needles carelessly stuck under his skin, turning inside, looking for the vein. The blood didn’t want to come out, and Nii pulled it forth with a syringe, watching as it bubbled inside the glass.
He took small cuts of Gojyo’s skin, snippets of hair and pubes, measured his pulse and blood pressure, maybe did something else, Gojyo really couldn’t tell. There were sensors plastered to his skin and a small portable screen in Nii’s hand and a dreamy, slimy smile on his wide lips as he took the readings. He wouldn’t answer any questions, even the only one Gojyo really needed answered.
“Where are they? Are they alive? Can I see them? Please?”
Nii just smirked and went about playing with his toys.
He kept the chains taut during his stay, not giving Gojyo any chances, and loosened them as he left. He always set the food tray precisely in the centre of the room, almost out of reach, probably just for extra amusement. Gojyo squatted naked on the bare floor, shovelling cold rice in his mouth with his fingers, drank tepid water from the plastic bottle, slept, waited for Nii to come back. He tried keeping count of the visits, tried to gauge the passing time, but it was too much work. The light was always on, frying his eyeballs. The chains chafed, and Nii’s fingers smelled of smoke, and Nii’s eyes narrowed curiously every time their glances met.
One day Nii brought a mouth prop, skilfully forced it between Gojyo’s clattering teeth and wrenched his right canine out with something that looked like a pair of household pliers. While Gojyo was shaking and swallowing blood, Nii explained that full youkai teeth grow back time after time, and soon they’d know if that applied to hanyos as well.
The mouth prop made a reappearance next visit, but that time Nii just took a swab from inside of his cheek and pulled the thing out. He loosened the chains, standing well back, and rolled a test tube across the floor, aiming for Gojyo’s feet.
“I need a sample of your semen, please.”
Gojyo touched the tube with numb fingers, still waiting for the blood to flow back into them now that the pressure of the bracelets was off.
“You want me to…”
“Masturbate into the container and pass it over,” Nii leaned on the wall, keeping his hands in the coat pockets. “No need to rush, I have time.”
“I can’t with you watching,” said Gojyo, suddenly painfully aware of his nudity. Nii’s grin morphed into an open leer – or maybe it’s always been that way and he just didn’t notice.
“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to restrain you again and do it myself,” said Nii cheerfully. “Would you prefer that?”
“No,” said Gojyo quickly, imagining himself stretched against the wall and Nii’s eyes gloating, teasing, vaguely bored inches from his while Nii’s fingers did the job, very efficiently, clinically, precisely. “I’ll try. But – I don’t know if I can even get it up like this.”
Nii cocked an eyebrow, and Gojyo bit on his lip and picked up the tube. He rose to his knees from the habitual slump against the wall he’d fallen into when the chains were released, and tried to imagine he was alone. In some inn’s bathroom, just about to jerk off nice and sweet before getting his ass into the Jeep to endure another day’s worth of scorching sun and bumps in the road. Nice and…
“So, you’re left-handed,” drawled Nii. His amused voice smashed the illusion to pieces, and Gojyo felt the tiny bit of a hard-on he managed to coax up wilting hopelessly. So that’s the kind of game it was going to be. He opened his eyes, lifted his head and stared right into the laughing black eyes behind the glasses.
“All those tests,” he said, curling his fingers tighter and moving his wrist faster, “And you still don’t know that much about me. Shame really. I’m a fascinating kinda guy.”
“That remains to be seen,” said Nii, glancing from his face to his dick and back. “I wish I had brought my measuring equipment.”
Gojyo was trying to think up a good size joke, but it was hard to keep his eyes open and on that face while still moving his hand and flooding his brain with the hottest stuff he could think of. The fact that he hadn’t jerked off for days was helping a lot, but even getting to full hardness was tough job, and coming under this cold, critical scrutiny seemed impossible. He conjured up his best memories: girls, inn girls, whores, damsels in distress, heavy perky boobs, smooth hips, the tight and the wet and somebody else’s hand on him, not his own. Somebody else’s fingers caressing him and somebody’s lips nipping at his neck, and somebody’s eyes watching him with happy lust and warm affection. He could almost see and feel that if he really tried: safe place, soft bed, long legs wrapped around him, soft green of half-lidded eyes and hard dick in his hand, not his own, warm fingers on him, in him, around him.
Nii was talking again, but Gojyo didn’t care any more. He was almost there, if he could just keep that up – he sped up, thinking of everything at once, Hakkai’s smile and his mouth, Shurnei’s breasts, Yaone’s ass, Sanzo’s lips and bare shoulders and his back, still so pretty, no matter how scarred. Hakkai in the morning, freshly-fucked and horny again, that thing he did once with chi, Hakkai’s fingers, Dokugakuji’s chest (fuck oh fuck), Hakkai’s ear with those limiters, Hakkai’s cock, Hakkai…
He didn’t scream anything embarrassing when he came and even had it together enough to catch most of the spunk in the tube, watching the white stuff coat the inside of the glass. There was a lot of it; he must have been here for a long time by now. He exhaled shakily and held the tube out toward Nii.
“Be a good boy, bring it here,” said the man, stepping up to the edge of Gojyo’s range of movement. “And don’t spill it, otherwise you’ll just have to do it again.”
Gojyo made those three unsteady steps toward him and reached out a hand. Nii took the tube, swiped a finger over the side, catching a stray drop, glanced down at Gojyo’s softening cock.
“Please,” said Gojyo. “If they are alive, just let me see them. I gotta – look, I’ll...”
“What?” asked Nii. “You don’t really have that much to bargain with, mm?”
“No. But if you want what I have…”
“Hmm,” considered Nii, raising an eyebrow. “As a researcher, I find myself curious. But I really can’t promise anything upfront, before I sample the goods. I could perhaps arrange a meeting with one of the survivors. Who would you prefer?”
He should have really asked for Sanzo, who was the chosen one, goddess’s pet, probably the only one of them whose life really mattered in the grand scheme of things. But in the end, if he had to admit a weakness and drag someone down with him into Nii’s playpen, it had to be his best friend, the one who would understand.
“Hakkai,” he said, and Nii chuckled softly, affectionately, like a teacher pleased with his pupil.
“Of course. You two are inseparable. Was he fucking you?”
“Yeah,” said Gojyo, because lying about that was pretty pointless. His face was burning, but he held Nii’s mocking gaze. That, with Hakkai, went both ways, but he could at least hold onto minor details, keep that much as his own.
Nii didn’t move, but seemed to have shifted closer with all his body, crowding him, sniffing at his skin.
“Mm, what will he say when he finds out about our little deal?”
“Does he really have to find out?” asked Gojyo weakly, knowing the answer already. Why yes, of course, because that would be so amusing. Even of scientific interest, possibly. Behavioural patterns of betrayed youkai or some such.
“Oh well, in any case, I’ll have to get back to you on this. I’m not sure if he’s still alive - the last test I came up with was perhaps too extreme. If he is, I’ll tell him you said hi.”
The next wait was endless. Gojyo was sure it’s been days. He could almost see his fingernails growing longer as he sat on the floor, too jittery to move.
He honestly thought someone would have come for him by now. He'd been waiting since he woke up for the door to crash in, revealing Hakkai, all rage, fangs and claws, or Sanzo, gun-toting, hissing insults, or Goku, bloody and hyper from the battle, screaming at him to stop slacking off and join the fight. But no one was showing up, and he didn’t have any better plans. Fine. Fine. He could do this.
When Nii came back, Gojyo didn’t even have the strength to be nervous.
“Can I see him?” he asked listlessly, noting that his chains were still coiled around him on the floor, that Nii was strolling closer than he'd ever come without stringing him up first.
“Maybe. But only for five minutes and with me in the room. And only if you really impress me,” Nii said, already undoing his fly, his face looming over, his smile wide, feral, sharp.
“Oh, trust me, I’ll impress you all right,” said Gojyo, faking a leer. “I’ll blow your fucking mind. But you’ve got to give me some proof he’s alive first. I’m not gonna…”
“Young man, do you really think it’s smart to be a cocktease right now?”
He was right there, hard and sharp and deadly, and Gojyo could really see it now. That black restless fire in the eyes, the hollow cold glow of the terminally undefeated, unsated, bored out of his skull. Backlit with the empty thrill of cutting it too close, pushing it too far, it was so unsettlingly familiar. He’s seen eyes like that so many times, and one time too many in the mirror. Eyes of a winner. ‘Life’s so simple you could puke, right, Nii?’ he thought and pulled himself to his knees.
“Okay,” he said. “Right, okay. Just…”
Nii grabbed a fistfull of his hair and pulled him closer. Gojyo clutched at him to save himself from falling over, scooted forward on his knees and faced the cock, hard, demanding, unfamiliar. He opened wide and ducked his head, stretching his mouth to accommodate all that flesh, breathing in the sharp hot smell. Nii pushed his head down, forcing the dick further in, closer to his throat. Gojyo fought back his gag reflex, relaxed into it and started to suck, following the rhythm of Nii’s thrusts.
It was so easy after all. So much easier than he expected.
He got a bit more of the cock into his mouth, tightened his grip on Nii’s hips, and bit down.
Nii had some freaky powers he hadn’t counted on facing, something that looked almost as scary as Sanzo’s scripture attack, but pain must've ruined his focus and Gojyo dodged most of it, only got one arm busted, not too badly. He kicked Nii down, threw a length of chain around his neck and delivered the brand of mercy some goddess he knew would be proud of.
“Men like you make the best marks,” he whispered into Nii’s ear, slowly crushing his windpipe. “As long as you’re ahead you’ll keep playing and raising the stakes, because you do it for kicks. And I’ll always win in the end, always. Because it’s not a fucking game for me. It’s a living.”
The man jerked against him, and his dying gurgle sounded like a sick dirty laughter.
Gojyo had been watching his fingers every time he’d played with the remote, so it took him only several tries to figure out the combination that unlocked his chains. As soon as they fell off, the power came back, and shakujyo returned to him, singing at the edge of his mind, ready to go. He stripped the corpse, pulled on the completely ruined pants, ripped the shirt to bandages and used the tie as tourniquet to slow the bleeding from his torn bicep. Stained wet labcoat hung off his shoulders like a cloak. Dressed to kill, maim and tear to pieces, he stuffed all Nii’s gadgets in the pockets and stepped out, grinning like a maniac through the gore congealing on his face.
As he had thought, his cell was in a corridor full of other heavy doors with small windows. Some things he saw through those peepholes didn’t look anything like human or youkai, some did, but seemed well beyond rescue. He found what he was looking for fairly soon, and only fumbling with the cell lock felt how hard his heart had been pounding all that time.
Naked Hakkai was dozing kneeling against the wall, his chains too short to let him lie down. Well, if Nii had thought Hakkai’d let that put a crimp on his day – ah, really, who gave a shit about what Nii thought any longer.
“Gojyo,” smiled Hakkai, opening his eyes. He had a thick metal collar around his neck; Gojyo tried not to look at the marks on his skin, because he didn’t need to lose it right now. “I thought it would be you who’d eventually swoop in with a dashing rescue.”
And here I actually thought it would be you, you dumb jackass, thought Gojyo sappily, melting from the warmth in Hakkai’s eyes. He unlocked the chains and ran his fingers over the collar.
“What the hell is this? Is it gonna explode if we try taking it off?”
“I don’t think so,” said Hakkai, getting a hold of the remote. “It’s a fairly crude device, I believe it was only designed to block my chi. There, I think I figured out the principle behind the key codes…”
The collar snapped open and clattered on the floor. Hakkai closed his eyes and frowned, rubbing his neck.
“Sanzo is alive, I can feel his aura. We’ll find him. He’ll know where Goku is. I’m ready to go as soon as I see to your injuries.”
He reached out and Gojyo leaned into his touch and the glow of chi, feeling the pain wash away, near damn purring, even though this was really not the time or the place to get cosy.
“The man called Nii, maybe you’ve met him,” said Hakkai flatly. “He told me you died. I didn't believe him.”
“The fucker’s dead,” said Gojyo. The blood that had poured down his throat was sitting heavily in his stomach. “Forget all that now.”
“How did you do that? Did you seduce him?” asked Hakkai with polite curiosity.
“Hell yeah. Gotta play to your strengths,” nodded Gojyo proudly, tossing his dirty tangled hair.
“Indeed. All my own attempts failed miserably,” Hakkai pouted adorably, and Gojyo laughed, imagining his friend trying to plaster the sexy on top of all that seething rage.
“Took me ages though. Is it me? Hakkai, am I losing it?”
“I can’t say,” Hakkai finished closing the wound and was beaming at him, that sweet bright smile Gojyo liked to think was reserved just for him. “I’m terribly biased, you see.”
Gojyo wrapped the labcoat around Hakkai’s naked shoulders and held him for just a second, pressing their foreheads together and thinking at him furiously: I’ve found you, I’ve found you again, don’t you dare leave me any more, you miserable jerk, don’t you dare. He made to pull away, but Hakkai wouldn’t let him, holding onto him with stiff shaking fingers.
“I’m sorry,” he said. Gojyo could almost hear his teeth clattering, but otherwise Hakkai’s voice was still steady as ever. “It’s just - I was very worried.”
“It’s okay, Hakkai, it’s all right now.”
“When I thought you might be dead – or suffering… I hadn’t thought there was a darker place for me to go. So very arrogant of me. You know, I was rather certain I could have destroyed all the limiters if I strained just so. Much like the way Goku does with his, I suppose. But I knew that if you, any of you, were alive, you would need me lucid. So I waited.”
“It’s all right,” repeated Gojyo, feeling useless in the face of all this heavy shit. “I’m here.”
“Yes,” said Hakkai and stepped back. “Now I can do this.”
He pulled off his limiters and pocketed them carefully, stretching smoothly as he shifted into his true form. Gojyo watched, a little breathless as usual, as the angles of his face changed and hardened, ears elongated, thick hair fell over his deeper-green eyes and the vines bloomed on his skin, twisting like snakes. He let out a wistful sigh, leaned over to quickly kiss Hakkai’s fanged mouth, and waved for him to lead the way, ready to follow.
(Now with sequel)
Title: Teeth
Author: Newkate
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Nii/Gojyo, because
andmydog wanted some for y_c.Warnings: Nii being Nii, chara death and WRONG.
Notes: Betaed by
hibem who’s a saint *smooches*He was already naked when he came to, naked and all alone in a small room flooded with harsh white light. Thin chains on his wrists and ankles rattled melodically as he explored the cell, moving from wall to wall. The slack was just enough to let him use the can in the corner and then curl up on the floor again, watching the dark small window in the door, nursing the wounds from their last battle.
No bandages for him, but the worst of it was stitched up and nothing looked infected. It seemed the victors had decided to keep him alive for the time being. He had a lot of questions, and he kept calling and screaming till his voice gave out. Nobody came to his rescue or to force him to cut it out.
He spent hours and hours sitting on the hard floor, looking at his toes, wishing for a cigarette and recalling the last moments in detail. He was almost sure Hakkai was still alive when he went down. Sanzo was definitely fine, blasting away with his gun, having a great time, and the monkey – hell, it'd take a lot more than that to kill the monkey, so if anyone but him survived it would be the kid.
He tried calling his shakujyo, but nothing happened save a dull humming in his wrists. The bracelets on the chains were probably yerekou limiters. He didn’t have all that much to start with, so the weapon was completely out of reach now.
When the door finally opened it was to admit a guy in a rumpled labcoat. Sweet stench of stale, long ago smoked cigarettes filled the room, and Gojyo was almost ready to ask for the one, but thought better of it. He had plenty of stuff to beg for already.
The man pulled a little remote from his pocket and pressed a couple of buttons, making Gojyo’s chains retract till he was splayed against the wall like a starfish.
“Hanyo, eh?” he murmured, “I always wanted one.”
“Where are the others?” asked Gojyo, trying to sound all reasonable. “I want to see them.”
The man came closer, too close, enough to smell his sweat and see the dark stubble breaking through his skin. He forced one of Gojyo’s eyes further open with his fingers and made him tilt his head to let the iris catch the light.
“How exciting,” he said. “Young man, you’re going to do science a great service. Now, let’s see…”
He clasped a cold hand under Gojyo’s jaw, not allowing him to open his mouth, and pushed his lips apart. Salt and nicotine taste of his fingers was invasive, nauseating. He examined Gojyo’s teeth, sliding a thumb over them, counting aloud, studying the shape.
“So many tests to perform,” he sighed. “So little time.”
The man called himself Nii. He wouldn’t explain who he was or what the hell was he doing in the youkai castle, or what he wanted with Gojyo. He wouldn’t answer any questions. He was busy exploring.
At first there were blood samples. Thick needles carelessly stuck under his skin, turning inside, looking for the vein. The blood didn’t want to come out, and Nii pulled it forth with a syringe, watching as it bubbled inside the glass.
He took small cuts of Gojyo’s skin, snippets of hair and pubes, measured his pulse and blood pressure, maybe did something else, Gojyo really couldn’t tell. There were sensors plastered to his skin and a small portable screen in Nii’s hand and a dreamy, slimy smile on his wide lips as he took the readings. He wouldn’t answer any questions, even the only one Gojyo really needed answered.
“Where are they? Are they alive? Can I see them? Please?”
Nii just smirked and went about playing with his toys.
He kept the chains taut during his stay, not giving Gojyo any chances, and loosened them as he left. He always set the food tray precisely in the centre of the room, almost out of reach, probably just for extra amusement. Gojyo squatted naked on the bare floor, shovelling cold rice in his mouth with his fingers, drank tepid water from the plastic bottle, slept, waited for Nii to come back. He tried keeping count of the visits, tried to gauge the passing time, but it was too much work. The light was always on, frying his eyeballs. The chains chafed, and Nii’s fingers smelled of smoke, and Nii’s eyes narrowed curiously every time their glances met.
One day Nii brought a mouth prop, skilfully forced it between Gojyo’s clattering teeth and wrenched his right canine out with something that looked like a pair of household pliers. While Gojyo was shaking and swallowing blood, Nii explained that full youkai teeth grow back time after time, and soon they’d know if that applied to hanyos as well.
The mouth prop made a reappearance next visit, but that time Nii just took a swab from inside of his cheek and pulled the thing out. He loosened the chains, standing well back, and rolled a test tube across the floor, aiming for Gojyo’s feet.
“I need a sample of your semen, please.”
Gojyo touched the tube with numb fingers, still waiting for the blood to flow back into them now that the pressure of the bracelets was off.
“You want me to…”
“Masturbate into the container and pass it over,” Nii leaned on the wall, keeping his hands in the coat pockets. “No need to rush, I have time.”
“I can’t with you watching,” said Gojyo, suddenly painfully aware of his nudity. Nii’s grin morphed into an open leer – or maybe it’s always been that way and he just didn’t notice.
“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to restrain you again and do it myself,” said Nii cheerfully. “Would you prefer that?”
“No,” said Gojyo quickly, imagining himself stretched against the wall and Nii’s eyes gloating, teasing, vaguely bored inches from his while Nii’s fingers did the job, very efficiently, clinically, precisely. “I’ll try. But – I don’t know if I can even get it up like this.”
Nii cocked an eyebrow, and Gojyo bit on his lip and picked up the tube. He rose to his knees from the habitual slump against the wall he’d fallen into when the chains were released, and tried to imagine he was alone. In some inn’s bathroom, just about to jerk off nice and sweet before getting his ass into the Jeep to endure another day’s worth of scorching sun and bumps in the road. Nice and…
“So, you’re left-handed,” drawled Nii. His amused voice smashed the illusion to pieces, and Gojyo felt the tiny bit of a hard-on he managed to coax up wilting hopelessly. So that’s the kind of game it was going to be. He opened his eyes, lifted his head and stared right into the laughing black eyes behind the glasses.
“All those tests,” he said, curling his fingers tighter and moving his wrist faster, “And you still don’t know that much about me. Shame really. I’m a fascinating kinda guy.”
“That remains to be seen,” said Nii, glancing from his face to his dick and back. “I wish I had brought my measuring equipment.”
Gojyo was trying to think up a good size joke, but it was hard to keep his eyes open and on that face while still moving his hand and flooding his brain with the hottest stuff he could think of. The fact that he hadn’t jerked off for days was helping a lot, but even getting to full hardness was tough job, and coming under this cold, critical scrutiny seemed impossible. He conjured up his best memories: girls, inn girls, whores, damsels in distress, heavy perky boobs, smooth hips, the tight and the wet and somebody else’s hand on him, not his own. Somebody else’s fingers caressing him and somebody’s lips nipping at his neck, and somebody’s eyes watching him with happy lust and warm affection. He could almost see and feel that if he really tried: safe place, soft bed, long legs wrapped around him, soft green of half-lidded eyes and hard dick in his hand, not his own, warm fingers on him, in him, around him.
Nii was talking again, but Gojyo didn’t care any more. He was almost there, if he could just keep that up – he sped up, thinking of everything at once, Hakkai’s smile and his mouth, Shurnei’s breasts, Yaone’s ass, Sanzo’s lips and bare shoulders and his back, still so pretty, no matter how scarred. Hakkai in the morning, freshly-fucked and horny again, that thing he did once with chi, Hakkai’s fingers, Dokugakuji’s chest (fuck oh fuck), Hakkai’s ear with those limiters, Hakkai’s cock, Hakkai…
He didn’t scream anything embarrassing when he came and even had it together enough to catch most of the spunk in the tube, watching the white stuff coat the inside of the glass. There was a lot of it; he must have been here for a long time by now. He exhaled shakily and held the tube out toward Nii.
“Be a good boy, bring it here,” said the man, stepping up to the edge of Gojyo’s range of movement. “And don’t spill it, otherwise you’ll just have to do it again.”
Gojyo made those three unsteady steps toward him and reached out a hand. Nii took the tube, swiped a finger over the side, catching a stray drop, glanced down at Gojyo’s softening cock.
“Please,” said Gojyo. “If they are alive, just let me see them. I gotta – look, I’ll...”
“What?” asked Nii. “You don’t really have that much to bargain with, mm?”
“No. But if you want what I have…”
“Hmm,” considered Nii, raising an eyebrow. “As a researcher, I find myself curious. But I really can’t promise anything upfront, before I sample the goods. I could perhaps arrange a meeting with one of the survivors. Who would you prefer?”
He should have really asked for Sanzo, who was the chosen one, goddess’s pet, probably the only one of them whose life really mattered in the grand scheme of things. But in the end, if he had to admit a weakness and drag someone down with him into Nii’s playpen, it had to be his best friend, the one who would understand.
“Hakkai,” he said, and Nii chuckled softly, affectionately, like a teacher pleased with his pupil.
“Of course. You two are inseparable. Was he fucking you?”
“Yeah,” said Gojyo, because lying about that was pretty pointless. His face was burning, but he held Nii’s mocking gaze. That, with Hakkai, went both ways, but he could at least hold onto minor details, keep that much as his own.
Nii didn’t move, but seemed to have shifted closer with all his body, crowding him, sniffing at his skin.
“Mm, what will he say when he finds out about our little deal?”
“Does he really have to find out?” asked Gojyo weakly, knowing the answer already. Why yes, of course, because that would be so amusing. Even of scientific interest, possibly. Behavioural patterns of betrayed youkai or some such.
“Oh well, in any case, I’ll have to get back to you on this. I’m not sure if he’s still alive - the last test I came up with was perhaps too extreme. If he is, I’ll tell him you said hi.”
The next wait was endless. Gojyo was sure it’s been days. He could almost see his fingernails growing longer as he sat on the floor, too jittery to move.
He honestly thought someone would have come for him by now. He'd been waiting since he woke up for the door to crash in, revealing Hakkai, all rage, fangs and claws, or Sanzo, gun-toting, hissing insults, or Goku, bloody and hyper from the battle, screaming at him to stop slacking off and join the fight. But no one was showing up, and he didn’t have any better plans. Fine. Fine. He could do this.
When Nii came back, Gojyo didn’t even have the strength to be nervous.
“Can I see him?” he asked listlessly, noting that his chains were still coiled around him on the floor, that Nii was strolling closer than he'd ever come without stringing him up first.
“Maybe. But only for five minutes and with me in the room. And only if you really impress me,” Nii said, already undoing his fly, his face looming over, his smile wide, feral, sharp.
“Oh, trust me, I’ll impress you all right,” said Gojyo, faking a leer. “I’ll blow your fucking mind. But you’ve got to give me some proof he’s alive first. I’m not gonna…”
“Young man, do you really think it’s smart to be a cocktease right now?”
He was right there, hard and sharp and deadly, and Gojyo could really see it now. That black restless fire in the eyes, the hollow cold glow of the terminally undefeated, unsated, bored out of his skull. Backlit with the empty thrill of cutting it too close, pushing it too far, it was so unsettlingly familiar. He’s seen eyes like that so many times, and one time too many in the mirror. Eyes of a winner. ‘Life’s so simple you could puke, right, Nii?’ he thought and pulled himself to his knees.
“Okay,” he said. “Right, okay. Just…”
Nii grabbed a fistfull of his hair and pulled him closer. Gojyo clutched at him to save himself from falling over, scooted forward on his knees and faced the cock, hard, demanding, unfamiliar. He opened wide and ducked his head, stretching his mouth to accommodate all that flesh, breathing in the sharp hot smell. Nii pushed his head down, forcing the dick further in, closer to his throat. Gojyo fought back his gag reflex, relaxed into it and started to suck, following the rhythm of Nii’s thrusts.
It was so easy after all. So much easier than he expected.
He got a bit more of the cock into his mouth, tightened his grip on Nii’s hips, and bit down.
Nii had some freaky powers he hadn’t counted on facing, something that looked almost as scary as Sanzo’s scripture attack, but pain must've ruined his focus and Gojyo dodged most of it, only got one arm busted, not too badly. He kicked Nii down, threw a length of chain around his neck and delivered the brand of mercy some goddess he knew would be proud of.
“Men like you make the best marks,” he whispered into Nii’s ear, slowly crushing his windpipe. “As long as you’re ahead you’ll keep playing and raising the stakes, because you do it for kicks. And I’ll always win in the end, always. Because it’s not a fucking game for me. It’s a living.”
The man jerked against him, and his dying gurgle sounded like a sick dirty laughter.
Gojyo had been watching his fingers every time he’d played with the remote, so it took him only several tries to figure out the combination that unlocked his chains. As soon as they fell off, the power came back, and shakujyo returned to him, singing at the edge of his mind, ready to go. He stripped the corpse, pulled on the completely ruined pants, ripped the shirt to bandages and used the tie as tourniquet to slow the bleeding from his torn bicep. Stained wet labcoat hung off his shoulders like a cloak. Dressed to kill, maim and tear to pieces, he stuffed all Nii’s gadgets in the pockets and stepped out, grinning like a maniac through the gore congealing on his face.
As he had thought, his cell was in a corridor full of other heavy doors with small windows. Some things he saw through those peepholes didn’t look anything like human or youkai, some did, but seemed well beyond rescue. He found what he was looking for fairly soon, and only fumbling with the cell lock felt how hard his heart had been pounding all that time.
Naked Hakkai was dozing kneeling against the wall, his chains too short to let him lie down. Well, if Nii had thought Hakkai’d let that put a crimp on his day – ah, really, who gave a shit about what Nii thought any longer.
“Gojyo,” smiled Hakkai, opening his eyes. He had a thick metal collar around his neck; Gojyo tried not to look at the marks on his skin, because he didn’t need to lose it right now. “I thought it would be you who’d eventually swoop in with a dashing rescue.”
And here I actually thought it would be you, you dumb jackass, thought Gojyo sappily, melting from the warmth in Hakkai’s eyes. He unlocked the chains and ran his fingers over the collar.
“What the hell is this? Is it gonna explode if we try taking it off?”
“I don’t think so,” said Hakkai, getting a hold of the remote. “It’s a fairly crude device, I believe it was only designed to block my chi. There, I think I figured out the principle behind the key codes…”
The collar snapped open and clattered on the floor. Hakkai closed his eyes and frowned, rubbing his neck.
“Sanzo is alive, I can feel his aura. We’ll find him. He’ll know where Goku is. I’m ready to go as soon as I see to your injuries.”
He reached out and Gojyo leaned into his touch and the glow of chi, feeling the pain wash away, near damn purring, even though this was really not the time or the place to get cosy.
“The man called Nii, maybe you’ve met him,” said Hakkai flatly. “He told me you died. I didn't believe him.”
“The fucker’s dead,” said Gojyo. The blood that had poured down his throat was sitting heavily in his stomach. “Forget all that now.”
“How did you do that? Did you seduce him?” asked Hakkai with polite curiosity.
“Hell yeah. Gotta play to your strengths,” nodded Gojyo proudly, tossing his dirty tangled hair.
“Indeed. All my own attempts failed miserably,” Hakkai pouted adorably, and Gojyo laughed, imagining his friend trying to plaster the sexy on top of all that seething rage.
“Took me ages though. Is it me? Hakkai, am I losing it?”
“I can’t say,” Hakkai finished closing the wound and was beaming at him, that sweet bright smile Gojyo liked to think was reserved just for him. “I’m terribly biased, you see.”
Gojyo wrapped the labcoat around Hakkai’s naked shoulders and held him for just a second, pressing their foreheads together and thinking at him furiously: I’ve found you, I’ve found you again, don’t you dare leave me any more, you miserable jerk, don’t you dare. He made to pull away, but Hakkai wouldn’t let him, holding onto him with stiff shaking fingers.
“I’m sorry,” he said. Gojyo could almost hear his teeth clattering, but otherwise Hakkai’s voice was still steady as ever. “It’s just - I was very worried.”
“It’s okay, Hakkai, it’s all right now.”
“When I thought you might be dead – or suffering… I hadn’t thought there was a darker place for me to go. So very arrogant of me. You know, I was rather certain I could have destroyed all the limiters if I strained just so. Much like the way Goku does with his, I suppose. But I knew that if you, any of you, were alive, you would need me lucid. So I waited.”
“It’s all right,” repeated Gojyo, feeling useless in the face of all this heavy shit. “I’m here.”
“Yes,” said Hakkai and stepped back. “Now I can do this.”
He pulled off his limiters and pocketed them carefully, stretching smoothly as he shifted into his true form. Gojyo watched, a little breathless as usual, as the angles of his face changed and hardened, ears elongated, thick hair fell over his deeper-green eyes and the vines bloomed on his skin, twisting like snakes. He let out a wistful sigh, leaned over to quickly kiss Hakkai’s fanged mouth, and waved for him to lead the way, ready to follow.
(Now with sequel)
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Date: 2005-09-29 05:40 pm (UTC)Words I have not. Talk like Yoda I do. Fic I love, yes, and love for Kate!
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Date: 2005-10-08 01:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-29 05:52 pm (UTC)This was so cold and dark and I was so sure that this was going to have a Brazil-type ending that was going to suddenly violently rip my heart out. ^_^ Hee. But no! Guh. Instead that joyous end has me glowing. Amazing.
Your writing is so beautiful. I love the details. The "dark stubble breaking through [Nii's] skin," the taste of Nii's fingers, the shivering. The blooming vines.
As always: startlingly awesome. Thank you.
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Date: 2005-10-08 01:37 pm (UTC)Incidentally, Brazil is probably the best ending I ever saw. But! 58! Gotta be mushy happy ending! *pets the boys*
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Date: 2005-09-29 06:13 pm (UTC)The details were incredible, the tone perfect and it did not go where I expected it to go, even up to the very end. Very well done; very strong, intense writing.
Bravo.
D
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Date: 2005-10-08 01:48 pm (UTC)(Well, it still turned into 58, like all my Saiyuki fics spontaneously do somehow).
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Date: 2005-09-29 06:20 pm (UTC)And I’ll always win in the end, always. Because it’s not a fucking game for me. It’s a living.
I think I squeaked out loud when I read that part. ♥!
(kept the chains taught [taut])
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Date: 2005-10-08 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-08 01:54 pm (UTC)And thank you!
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Date: 2005-09-29 07:27 pm (UTC)...So much for that.
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Date: 2005-10-08 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-29 07:36 pm (UTC)I particularly liked
every bloody wordNii's death laugh (he so would find that funny, in the end) and Gojyo's recognition of the similarities - and more importantly the differences - between them. Scaryily insightful. Also, very sweet the comparison between Gojyo's inner dialogue at the end what he actually says. He seemed to want rather than need Hakkai's strength, stability and reassurance, so when Hakkai needed his instead, he had it to give.Oh this was so very, very good.
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Date: 2005-10-08 03:39 pm (UTC)also, Nii did want to be devoured.But, of course, I can't really get away from 85, because they are just awesome. *waves the banner of OTP love*
Thank you so much!
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Date: 2005-09-29 08:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-08 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-29 09:17 pm (UTC)And of course Gojyo has chain, thinks weapon, and knows how to use it as such -- I wouldn't expect Nii to be at all easy for any of them to kill, but that worked.
Really well done. Into the memories it goes. ^_^
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Date: 2005-10-08 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-30 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 02:44 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2005-09-30 11:55 am (UTC)Текст - одной сплошной кинк: эксперименты, болезный Годжо, этот преданный Хаккай (But I knew that if you, any of you, were alive, you would need me lucid. So I waited, ммммм...)
Браво!
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Date: 2005-10-11 02:50 pm (UTC)О, а Нии - это совершенно замечательный тип. Мураки знаешь? Так вот совсем не похож. Выглядит так (http://bane-huntress.com/OffLicence/Saiy70.jpg). Реееедкий извращенец...
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Date: 2005-09-30 01:35 pm (UTC)And I’ll always win in the end, always. Because it’s not a fucking game for me. It’s a living.
Agh. So completely in-character, and true to the series. Awesome.
This fic rocked like a rocking thing. May I friend you?
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Date: 2005-10-11 02:54 pm (UTC)(I have no idea why I didn't do before, I looove your fics.)
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Date: 2005-09-30 04:35 pm (UTC)Gojyo laughed, imagining his friend trying to plaster the sexy on top of all that seething rage.
What a glorious image XD Thank you!
Naked Hakkai was dosing propped against the wall
Meant to be 'dozing', I assume. Sorry, can't switch off the beta mode any more....
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Date: 2005-10-11 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-01 11:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-01 07:27 pm (UTC)Wow. She was so right.
Awesome!
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Date: 2005-10-11 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-01 08:04 pm (UTC)I love Nii ~ laughing as he dies, learning one last thing to add to his vast, slightly-twisted array of knowledge, before he joins the karmic cycle to be reincarnated as toadstool.
And I have to agree with Gojyo on how ridiculous Hakkai had to look while, in a killing rage, he tried to inexpertly seduce Nii. I bet Nii thought it was hilarious too.
But the end is the best, with Hakkai admitting that he would have gone to that dark place, just like he did for Kanan, for Gojyo too, but restrained himself in the hope that he wouldn't need to; that he could be saved this time and not the savior. But I think it was really important that Gojyo knows that Hakkai would have gone that far, and even farther, just for him--the cursed hanyou. *sappy grin*
Then Hakkai calmly taking off his limiters and going all fang-y, which, by the way, I think he is Much more dangerous like that, all calm and zen-like, than he would have been half-mad with rage, which just makes Gojyo want to jump him more!
Can anyone say post-massacre sex?
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Date: 2005-10-11 03:05 pm (UTC)Those boys, always saving each other *sappy OTP sigh*
Yeah, totally post-massacre sex!!! Sexy pointy ears...
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Date: 2005-10-01 10:31 pm (UTC)Хоть у Нии и другие предпочтения, но меня ещё долго будет преследовать образ Хаккая в цепях, ошейнике и не самом идиллическом настроени, да ещё и пытающегося при этом кого-то соблазнять ^^.
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Date: 2005-10-11 03:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-02 03:35 am (UTC)*wild hand gestures*
omfg! I LOVE you! Coherency has gone out of the window, you'll just have to be happy with the hand gestures and the noises! OMFG!!! ♥
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Date: 2005-10-11 03:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-03 11:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 03:18 pm (UTC)So glad you liked this.
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Date: 2005-10-04 09:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-10 06:50 pm (UTC)Nii didn't fall for Hakkai's sexy cause his was pastede on? XD
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Date: 2005-10-11 03:25 pm (UTC)Hee, I was thinking Nii dodn't fall for Hakkai's sexy only because Hakkai totally failed at pretending to be all broken, harmless and desperate. When he's angry, he gets so scaaaary...
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Date: 2005-11-22 07:34 am (UTC)and "The Wheel"... omg, no words to describe how great that was. So much attention to detail! I just wanted to cry at the end of most of the sequences.
I've added you to my FL.
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Date: 2005-11-22 11:17 am (UTC)(followed links left by
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Date: 2005-11-22 04:06 pm (UTC)I don't know what else to say. *scratches head* Maybe if all the happy wears off, I'll be coherent enough to add thoughts.
And here I actually thought it would be you, you dumb jackass, thought Gojyo sappily, melting from the warmth in Hakkai’s eyes.
*brain melts*
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Date: 2005-11-24 01:19 am (UTC)