Saiyuki fic - Welcome to Jade Stalk Inn
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new_kateWarnings: Crude language. Dirtiness. PG-13.
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They'd had a really long and tiring day. That must have been the only explanation.
It had started raining sometime around midnight, and hadn’t stopped yet. The road was treacherous and slippery, and even with all of Hakkai’s help it was taking a lot out of Jiip just to stay on track and drive safely. Besides, the little guy had always strongly disliked getting wet. Hakkai’s fingers were freezing on the steering wheel; Sanzo’s cigarette kept going out, and he swore continuously, restlessly shifting in his seat. Neither of them had gotten enough sleep last night, and now the exhaustion was pressing heavily on them. For once Hakkai had to agree that the never-ending scuffle on the back seat really was extremely annoying.
When they finally arrived at the inn, Jiip petulantly dumped them and their luggage into a puddle by the porch and crawled under Hakkai’s shirt where he curled up in a shivering ball, nursing his cold little feet against Hakkai’s stomach. They were too tired for the daunting task of booking rooms and changing into dry clothes, so they settled in the bar and began ordering hot sake in rather unreasonable quantities. Even Goku was allowed a couple of sips as cold-preventive medicine. Jiip was lapping warm milk from a saucer, purring a little, and the first course of their meal was being served already. It was going to be a nice, peaceful evening of well-deserved rest.
And then the mud-wrestling contest started.
“What the fuck is that?” Sanzo asked incredulously, staring at the contestants grappling inside the roped-off enclosure. “Not muddy enough outside for their taste?”
“That looks kinda fun,” sighed Goku wistfully. “We didn’t get to fight anyone all day. My legs are totally stiff.”
“I’m afraid no minors are allowed to enter the contest,” said one of the waiters, leaning in much closer than he needed to gather the empty classes. “Everyone else is very welcome though. I’m sure we’d all love you to participate.”
Sanzo shot him a venomous glare, a little softened by all the alcohol he drunk on an empty stomach. Gojyo craned his neck to get a better look at the ring.
“Shouldn’t this be more… y’know… done by a couple of topless babes?”
“They are topless,” said the waiter cheerfully. “Would you like to have a try? The registration is only a twenty, and the winner takes it all.”
One of the wrestlers slipped and flopped down, splashing the mud at the spectators. His opponent straddled him rather inefficiently, allowing his captive to buckle and squirm between his thighs. The crowd, which consisted almost exclusively of young burly males, cheered loudly.
“I don’t think so,” Gojyo said a little bit too reluctantly. A lovely blush was already spreading over his cheeks, nicely matching his hair. Hakkai discreetly moved the bottle to the other end of the table. “Mud… and I don’t know the rules anyway…”
“It’s very pure clay, great for your skin,” said the waiter. “And there are no rules, really. Victory by three second pin, everything else goes.”
He winked and sauntered away, swishing his narrow hips in skin-tight silk shorts. Hakkai was beginning to have certain suspicions about the nature of this establishment.
Gojyo downed his cup, got up, kicked off his boots and began peeling his tight leather pants down.
“Stop that, you pervert,” hissed Sanzo. “We’re on a holy quest, not cruising the local scene, remember?”
“Sure,” said Gojyo, depositing his clothes in Hakkai’s lap. “Let’s show them how we holy pilgrims do it.”
He straightened his boxers and headed toward the ring, and Hakkai made a mental note to acquire some new underwear first chance they’d get. This pair was getting indecently thin due to too much laundering. The spectators moved aside, hungrily eyeing Gojyo’s long naked legs as he climbed over the ropes.
“I gotta warn you guys though,” he said, rolling his neck and stretching his shoulders. “My groundholds are a killer. So, who wants some?”
There was a short stunned silence during which Hakkai hoped against hope that there will be no takers, and then all hell broke loose, figuratively speaking. It took the referee quite some time to restore the order and line the contestants up in an organized fashion.
In the next forty minutes Gojyo must have wrestled about two thirds of the patrons and was still the undefeated champion. The queue of challengers wasn’t getting shorter, however – the losers kept joining it again, clasping the entrance fee in mud-covered fingers, pushing forward impatiently.
“Come on, not you again,” complained Gojyo, helping a handsome tall youth inside the ring for what must have been his fourth time. “You hardly even struggle! Where’s the fun in that?”
“I will this time, Gojyo-chan, I promise,” the man carefully splayed his fingers over Gojyo mud-streaked biceps and batted his eyelashes pleadingly. “It’s just that you surprised me before.”
He lasted a little longer this time, writhing in Gojyo’s arms, pushing and slipping against his chest, till Gojyo easily flipped him over and knelt astride his stomach, capturing both his wrists in one hand.
“You call that struggling? Gimme a break, seriously,” he smiled and helpfully wiped a fresh splash of dirt off his opponent’s cheek with the back of his hand. The man’s quiet gasp was echoed by the whole room, and Hakkai found his fingers fisting tighter in the folds of Gojyo’s discarded clothing.
“Les’ jus’ pretend he’s not with us,” slurred Sanzo and refilled his cup again. “Damn horny cockroach.”
“But Sanzo, he’s pretty good!” protested Goku. “Just look at that hold. Gotta be some kinda ancient kappa technique.”
Gojyo just pinned another man face-down and kneed his legs wide apart to deny him leverage. The man’s arms were trapped somewhere between their bodies, and all he could do was pant into the crease of Gojyo’s elbow and wriggle his hips a little, probably trying to slip free. Although possibly not.
“I could definitely beat him though,” mused Goku. “It counts as pinning if you knock him out and step on him, right?”
Gojyo was already locked in a grapple with another opponent who seemed to be about twice his weight. He was palming Gojyo’s slippery torso, perhaps trying to get a good enough hold to execute a flip, and Gojyo was evading, nimbly twisting free again and again, and his hair, clumped by the mud into heavy dark dreadlocks, was whipping against the larger man’s skin, leaving long streaky smudges. Finally Gojyo hooked his bare foot around his opponent’s ankle, tripped him up, creating an impressive splash, and slid down himself to perform a pin, hitching up one of the man’s legs to stop his attempts to rise and leaning on his broad, heaving chest.
“Bet you could take him, Hakkai,” said Goku. “Right?”
“Ahaha,” said Hakkai breathlessly, clutching the pile of clothes against himself. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about that.”
“Hakkaaai,” called Gojyo, waving at him from the ring. “Come on, join the fun! I need me some real challenge!”
He was kneeling up, shaking his hair back. His face was still mostly clean, with a couple of splashes on his cheek and across the bridge of his nose that gave him a rakish air, but the rest of his body was sleek with wet mud, and his boxers were soaked through, clinging to his skin so tightly they were almost invisible. He ran his palms across his stomach and chest, scraping some gunk off, revealing smooth skin underneath, and grinned at Hakkai invitingly.
And to his genuine surprise, Hakkai suddenly realised that he really, really wanted to roll in the mud. The compulsion was almost irresistible. He wanted to plunge into that thick, rich dirt, get it all over himself, feel it sticking to his naked skin, squelching between his toes and under his fingers. He wanted to smear it over Gojyo’s chest and thighs, catch him and pin him down, let him splash around and rub against him, slippery, warm and…
“…Of course I can beat him!” barked Sanzo above his ear, and Hakkai jumped, startled. “I’ll kick his slutty ass so hard, jus’ watch me.”
He flung the sutra and gun at Hakkai and unsteadily marched toward the ring, tugging his robes off.
“Uh, Sanzo, you sure about this?” asked Gojyo meekly.
“Shuddup and get ready t’ lose, you pathetic show-off,” Sanzo threw his robe at the patrons who gladly accepted it and started sniffing the fabric right away. “By the way, these,” he smoothed the black top over his chest, lingering over his hard little nipples more than could be prudent given the situation, and stroked the gloves up his arms. “These are the traditional holy garments so they won’t be coming off. All of you perverts will jus’ have to deal.”
He nodded contently and began unbuttoning his jeans.
“He doesn’t actually wear underwear, does he?” asked Hakkai under his breath. “At least, it never turns up in the laundry.”
“He totally doesn’t!” nodded Goku. “Because, traditional holy clothes – he’s not even supposed to wear jeans, really, so…”
“Oh shit, he’ll shoot us all in the morning just for having seen this,” gasped Gojyo and darted off the ring. “Come on, we’re outta here!”
“But food! Sanzo! Wrestling! Sanzo wrestling! Food!” whined Goku as they dragged him out of the bar.
“Gojyo is right; the only way to have deniability is to leave now,” said Hakkai. “I’ll look after the sutra till he’s sober. And I will bring you something from the kitchen later, if you’re still hungry. Let me just help Gojyo get cleaned up first.”
“That could be a while,” noted Gojyo, attempting to fingercomb some dirt out of his hair. “Fuck, I should have pinned it up or something. Hakkai, you were sober, why didn’t you tell me to?”
“I’m so sorry,” said Hakkai sincerely. When he last saw Gojyo’s hair still clean if a little rain-damp, spilling bright red across his naked back, all he really considered was the way Gojyo’s thin boxers stretched over his ass as he’d bent over the ropes, greeting the first challenger. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Really, you should’ve stopped me, man. Now I forfeited and I'll never get that twenty back, and I have this clay stuff everywhere,” Gojyo peeked under the elastic of his boxers and shook his head with a rueful sigh. The mud was drying on his skin in ragged streaks that looked like tiger stripes.
“That’s okay, Hakkai, I’ll go to the kitchen myself,” said Goku, smiling a little too brightly. “There will probably be some nice girl who’ll feed me.”
Hakkai decided not to discourage his hopes, booked the rooms and herded pliant, yawning Gojyo into the shower.
“You know what,” said Gojyo when Hakkai finished rinsing off his hair. “I’m actually not that drunk.”
*-*-*
Before going to sleep Hakkai crept into Sanzo’s room to check up on him. The traditional holy garments were crumpled on the floor in a stiff clay-encrusted ball, but at least the priest himself had showered. Now he was sprawled naked on top of the covers, snoring softly and grinning in his sleep. The air was thick with alcohol fumes, and there was a huge pile of mud-splattered cash on his bedside table.
Hakkai washed the dirty clothes, tucked the priest in a spare blanket and appropriated the money, safe in the knowledge that Sanzo would most certainly pretend to not remember anything in the morning.
Many thanks to
hibem for betaing!They'd had a really long and tiring day. That must have been the only explanation.
It had started raining sometime around midnight, and hadn’t stopped yet. The road was treacherous and slippery, and even with all of Hakkai’s help it was taking a lot out of Jiip just to stay on track and drive safely. Besides, the little guy had always strongly disliked getting wet. Hakkai’s fingers were freezing on the steering wheel; Sanzo’s cigarette kept going out, and he swore continuously, restlessly shifting in his seat. Neither of them had gotten enough sleep last night, and now the exhaustion was pressing heavily on them. For once Hakkai had to agree that the never-ending scuffle on the back seat really was extremely annoying.
When they finally arrived at the inn, Jiip petulantly dumped them and their luggage into a puddle by the porch and crawled under Hakkai’s shirt where he curled up in a shivering ball, nursing his cold little feet against Hakkai’s stomach. They were too tired for the daunting task of booking rooms and changing into dry clothes, so they settled in the bar and began ordering hot sake in rather unreasonable quantities. Even Goku was allowed a couple of sips as cold-preventive medicine. Jiip was lapping warm milk from a saucer, purring a little, and the first course of their meal was being served already. It was going to be a nice, peaceful evening of well-deserved rest.
And then the mud-wrestling contest started.
“What the fuck is that?” Sanzo asked incredulously, staring at the contestants grappling inside the roped-off enclosure. “Not muddy enough outside for their taste?”
“That looks kinda fun,” sighed Goku wistfully. “We didn’t get to fight anyone all day. My legs are totally stiff.”
“I’m afraid no minors are allowed to enter the contest,” said one of the waiters, leaning in much closer than he needed to gather the empty classes. “Everyone else is very welcome though. I’m sure we’d all love you to participate.”
Sanzo shot him a venomous glare, a little softened by all the alcohol he drunk on an empty stomach. Gojyo craned his neck to get a better look at the ring.
“Shouldn’t this be more… y’know… done by a couple of topless babes?”
“They are topless,” said the waiter cheerfully. “Would you like to have a try? The registration is only a twenty, and the winner takes it all.”
One of the wrestlers slipped and flopped down, splashing the mud at the spectators. His opponent straddled him rather inefficiently, allowing his captive to buckle and squirm between his thighs. The crowd, which consisted almost exclusively of young burly males, cheered loudly.
“I don’t think so,” Gojyo said a little bit too reluctantly. A lovely blush was already spreading over his cheeks, nicely matching his hair. Hakkai discreetly moved the bottle to the other end of the table. “Mud… and I don’t know the rules anyway…”
“It’s very pure clay, great for your skin,” said the waiter. “And there are no rules, really. Victory by three second pin, everything else goes.”
He winked and sauntered away, swishing his narrow hips in skin-tight silk shorts. Hakkai was beginning to have certain suspicions about the nature of this establishment.
Gojyo downed his cup, got up, kicked off his boots and began peeling his tight leather pants down.
“Stop that, you pervert,” hissed Sanzo. “We’re on a holy quest, not cruising the local scene, remember?”
“Sure,” said Gojyo, depositing his clothes in Hakkai’s lap. “Let’s show them how we holy pilgrims do it.”
He straightened his boxers and headed toward the ring, and Hakkai made a mental note to acquire some new underwear first chance they’d get. This pair was getting indecently thin due to too much laundering. The spectators moved aside, hungrily eyeing Gojyo’s long naked legs as he climbed over the ropes.
“I gotta warn you guys though,” he said, rolling his neck and stretching his shoulders. “My groundholds are a killer. So, who wants some?”
There was a short stunned silence during which Hakkai hoped against hope that there will be no takers, and then all hell broke loose, figuratively speaking. It took the referee quite some time to restore the order and line the contestants up in an organized fashion.
In the next forty minutes Gojyo must have wrestled about two thirds of the patrons and was still the undefeated champion. The queue of challengers wasn’t getting shorter, however – the losers kept joining it again, clasping the entrance fee in mud-covered fingers, pushing forward impatiently.
“Come on, not you again,” complained Gojyo, helping a handsome tall youth inside the ring for what must have been his fourth time. “You hardly even struggle! Where’s the fun in that?”
“I will this time, Gojyo-chan, I promise,” the man carefully splayed his fingers over Gojyo mud-streaked biceps and batted his eyelashes pleadingly. “It’s just that you surprised me before.”
He lasted a little longer this time, writhing in Gojyo’s arms, pushing and slipping against his chest, till Gojyo easily flipped him over and knelt astride his stomach, capturing both his wrists in one hand.
“You call that struggling? Gimme a break, seriously,” he smiled and helpfully wiped a fresh splash of dirt off his opponent’s cheek with the back of his hand. The man’s quiet gasp was echoed by the whole room, and Hakkai found his fingers fisting tighter in the folds of Gojyo’s discarded clothing.
“Les’ jus’ pretend he’s not with us,” slurred Sanzo and refilled his cup again. “Damn horny cockroach.”
“But Sanzo, he’s pretty good!” protested Goku. “Just look at that hold. Gotta be some kinda ancient kappa technique.”
Gojyo just pinned another man face-down and kneed his legs wide apart to deny him leverage. The man’s arms were trapped somewhere between their bodies, and all he could do was pant into the crease of Gojyo’s elbow and wriggle his hips a little, probably trying to slip free. Although possibly not.
“I could definitely beat him though,” mused Goku. “It counts as pinning if you knock him out and step on him, right?”
Gojyo was already locked in a grapple with another opponent who seemed to be about twice his weight. He was palming Gojyo’s slippery torso, perhaps trying to get a good enough hold to execute a flip, and Gojyo was evading, nimbly twisting free again and again, and his hair, clumped by the mud into heavy dark dreadlocks, was whipping against the larger man’s skin, leaving long streaky smudges. Finally Gojyo hooked his bare foot around his opponent’s ankle, tripped him up, creating an impressive splash, and slid down himself to perform a pin, hitching up one of the man’s legs to stop his attempts to rise and leaning on his broad, heaving chest.
“Bet you could take him, Hakkai,” said Goku. “Right?”
“Ahaha,” said Hakkai breathlessly, clutching the pile of clothes against himself. “I don’t know. I’ve never thought about that.”
“Hakkaaai,” called Gojyo, waving at him from the ring. “Come on, join the fun! I need me some real challenge!”
He was kneeling up, shaking his hair back. His face was still mostly clean, with a couple of splashes on his cheek and across the bridge of his nose that gave him a rakish air, but the rest of his body was sleek with wet mud, and his boxers were soaked through, clinging to his skin so tightly they were almost invisible. He ran his palms across his stomach and chest, scraping some gunk off, revealing smooth skin underneath, and grinned at Hakkai invitingly.
And to his genuine surprise, Hakkai suddenly realised that he really, really wanted to roll in the mud. The compulsion was almost irresistible. He wanted to plunge into that thick, rich dirt, get it all over himself, feel it sticking to his naked skin, squelching between his toes and under his fingers. He wanted to smear it over Gojyo’s chest and thighs, catch him and pin him down, let him splash around and rub against him, slippery, warm and…
“…Of course I can beat him!” barked Sanzo above his ear, and Hakkai jumped, startled. “I’ll kick his slutty ass so hard, jus’ watch me.”
He flung the sutra and gun at Hakkai and unsteadily marched toward the ring, tugging his robes off.
“Uh, Sanzo, you sure about this?” asked Gojyo meekly.
“Shuddup and get ready t’ lose, you pathetic show-off,” Sanzo threw his robe at the patrons who gladly accepted it and started sniffing the fabric right away. “By the way, these,” he smoothed the black top over his chest, lingering over his hard little nipples more than could be prudent given the situation, and stroked the gloves up his arms. “These are the traditional holy garments so they won’t be coming off. All of you perverts will jus’ have to deal.”
He nodded contently and began unbuttoning his jeans.
“He doesn’t actually wear underwear, does he?” asked Hakkai under his breath. “At least, it never turns up in the laundry.”
“He totally doesn’t!” nodded Goku. “Because, traditional holy clothes – he’s not even supposed to wear jeans, really, so…”
“Oh shit, he’ll shoot us all in the morning just for having seen this,” gasped Gojyo and darted off the ring. “Come on, we’re outta here!”
“But food! Sanzo! Wrestling! Sanzo wrestling! Food!” whined Goku as they dragged him out of the bar.
“Gojyo is right; the only way to have deniability is to leave now,” said Hakkai. “I’ll look after the sutra till he’s sober. And I will bring you something from the kitchen later, if you’re still hungry. Let me just help Gojyo get cleaned up first.”
“That could be a while,” noted Gojyo, attempting to fingercomb some dirt out of his hair. “Fuck, I should have pinned it up or something. Hakkai, you were sober, why didn’t you tell me to?”
“I’m so sorry,” said Hakkai sincerely. When he last saw Gojyo’s hair still clean if a little rain-damp, spilling bright red across his naked back, all he really considered was the way Gojyo’s thin boxers stretched over his ass as he’d bent over the ropes, greeting the first challenger. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Really, you should’ve stopped me, man. Now I forfeited and I'll never get that twenty back, and I have this clay stuff everywhere,” Gojyo peeked under the elastic of his boxers and shook his head with a rueful sigh. The mud was drying on his skin in ragged streaks that looked like tiger stripes.
“That’s okay, Hakkai, I’ll go to the kitchen myself,” said Goku, smiling a little too brightly. “There will probably be some nice girl who’ll feed me.”
Hakkai decided not to discourage his hopes, booked the rooms and herded pliant, yawning Gojyo into the shower.
“You know what,” said Gojyo when Hakkai finished rinsing off his hair. “I’m actually not that drunk.”
*-*-*
Before going to sleep Hakkai crept into Sanzo’s room to check up on him. The traditional holy garments were crumpled on the floor in a stiff clay-encrusted ball, but at least the priest himself had showered. Now he was sprawled naked on top of the covers, snoring softly and grinning in his sleep. The air was thick with alcohol fumes, and there was a huge pile of mud-splattered cash on his bedside table.
Hakkai washed the dirty clothes, tucked the priest in a spare blanket and appropriated the money, safe in the knowledge that Sanzo would most certainly pretend to not remember anything in the morning.
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Date: 2006-06-11 10:00 pm (UTC)Can I just say,I'm going up in a very giggily mood.
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Date: 2006-06-12 06:44 am (UTC)OMFGBBQ! *CAN'T STOP LAUGHING*
Just beautiful!
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Date: 2006-06-12 08:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-12 08:56 am (UTC)Crap, that was funny, Kate, and an oblivious-about-how-fucking-fuckable-he-is-covered-in-skin-and-mud Gojyo is entirely not fair. How the hell does Hakkai stay sane- Oh, wait.
;)
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Date: 2006-06-13 10:44 am (UTC)[DEAD] This is brilliant. And, as someone said, actually pretty plausable. XD
Also: Jade Stalk Inn. [LAUGHS, is 12.]
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Date: 2006-06-24 07:39 pm (UTC)(Yes, I think half-naked Sanzo is virtually undefeatable since nobody but him would be able to consentrate on wrestling.)
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Date: 2006-06-24 07:41 pm (UTC)Thank you very much!
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Date: 2006-06-24 07:43 pm (UTC)Thank you! Heeeee, yes, poor Hakkai, having all this mind-melting hot at the arm's reach, must be torture!
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Date: 2006-06-24 09:00 pm (UTC)I don't know if they would actually be considered bootleg; I think they were taped off of cable. Is that considered bootleg? Oh, they were only in Japanese, too. Still fun to watch, though ^.^
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Date: 2006-06-25 08:51 am (UTC)Thanks, so much, for sharing this!
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Date: 2008-02-06 11:18 pm (UTC)Благодарю за информацию
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