Title: Zang Fu Theory, Part 9
Email: ladylotusmoon (a) hotmail
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Author: Lotus
Pairing(s): Sanzo/Hakkai/Gojyo
Rating: NC17
Summary: P1 - Sanzo and Hakkai are called away in the middle of the night
to help a severely injured farmer and Gojyo is left babysitting a dragon. P2 -
Hakkai is possessed by a fire oni, & the oni's attempt to draw heat results
in a sexual situation. P3 - Upon Hakkai & Sanzo's return to the inn, Gojyo
& Goku realized what happened & Gojyo attacks Sanzo. P4 - Hakkai
attempts to be peacemaker. P5 - Sanzo & Goku have a chat in the bath. P6 -
Gojyo uses his special brand of persuasion. P7 - Battle in the bath house. P8 -
Gojyo remembers Jien's magic beans. P9 - Hakkai & Gojyo wash the ash off.
Warning: Language, Sexual Situations
Notes: A little longer than usual because I couldn't find a stopping
point that wouldn't get me killed.
Disclaimer: Kazuya Minekura's beautiful boys. If they were mine, there'd
be more stops at onsens, secluded woodland bathing pools, shower scenes and
overall general nudity. And fewer female wait staff.
---
Hakkai froze, breath catching as he processed Gojyo's last
word. Although he didn't use it himself, Hakkai heard "fuck" along with
a myriad of colorful invectives used on a daily basis in mundane and creative
fashion by all the members of the ikkou. Gojyo and Goku had practically
elevated cursing to an art form. Hakkai had long ago lost track of the
multitude of euphemisms the pair had contrived for "penis" while
instructing each other to suck it off. During their last dinner together, the
duo squabbled over a dumpling and Gojyo had grabbed his own crotch, exclaiming,
"Eat my banana, monkey."
It most certainly was not the first time Hakkai had heard the word
"fuckable" pass over Gojyo's profane lips. It was simply the first
time the redhead had directed it at him in an intimate context. What Hakkai
would have imagined as being vulgar or mildly offensive, instead was shockingly
erotic.
"Fuckable" evoked an image of a naked Gojyo sprawled on the ground,
red hair flared around his head, tanned arms reaching out to him, long legs
spread wide, slim hips tilted up in invitation...
Hakkai found himself as hard as if Gojyo had touched him instead of whispered a
word in his ear. Without warning, Gojyo pulled him more directly on top of his
leanly muscled body, shifting those slim hips so Hakkai slid down between the
taller man's long legs. The movement brought their groins together, and Hakkai
felt Gojyo's impressive erection pressed against his. He bit back a moan.
"I was wondering if you were pissed off or turned on," Gojyo's voice
rumbled through his bared chest. "Not that you couldn't be both. I have
that effect sometimes."
Gojyo laughed and Hakkai's heart twinged. Perhaps his friend laughed a little
too easily at himself.
"I am not angry, Gojyo," Hakkai murmured.
"Yeah? Good, 'cause I'm horny as hell." Gojyo's large hands stroked
down Hakkai's back, warming the damp silk. They slid lower to cup Hakkai's
buttocks, squeezing firmly. This time Hakkai couldn't hold in the groan.
"Mmm," Gojyo purred, tilting his hips up.
Pleasant warm tingling pooled in Hakkai's groin as the slight movement
increased the pressure on his erection. He had to put a stop to this before
they crossed a line that could not be redrawn.
"Gojyo, I must- nnh!" Hakkai had levered himself up onto his arms,
which conversely pushed his lower half down. The tingling shot down the inside
of his legs. Hakkai held himself tensely still, unsure how to untangle their
bodies in a way that wouldn't result in him embarrassing himself by coming in
his trousers.
"G-Gojyo..." Hakkai struggled to keep his voice from breaking.
"Mm-hm?" Gojyo seemed pre-occupied. The hanyou gently rocked his hips
in rhythm to his kneading hands.
"I must check on the others," Hakkai was starting to pant.
"What's to check?" Gojyo sounded amused. "They're out
cold."
"In a public changing room." Hakkai lowered his head and looked down
at Gojyo.
He knew his face was flushed, but he tried to appear stern. From Gojyo's
complete lack of contrition, he was obviously unsuccessful. The warm crimson
eyes were half-closed, and the tip of a pink tongue flicked out to touch parted
lips. Hakkai realized he wasn't the only one breathing heavy.
"Damn," Gojyo whispered.
"Pardon me?" Hakkai frowned slightly.
"I wish you could see how fucking sexy you look right now," Gojyo
said.
Hakkai had no response to that. Gojyo tilted up more and the rocking increased
beneath him. Hakkai closed his eyes, letting his head hang between his
shoulders. His control was fraying like an old piece of cloth slowly being
pulled apart.
"Gojyo, if you don't stop, I am going to..." Hakkai paused, unable to
finish the sentence.
"Cum?" Gojyo supplied.
Hakkai opened his eyes to look at those profane lips that could say such things
without shame or hesitation. He nodded.
"I want you to cum," Gojyo's voice was low and husky.
Hakkai felt Gojyo's knees bend on either side of his legs, and a bare foot
stroked up the back of his calf.
"I wanna watch your sexy face while you rub your cock against mine,"
Gojyo continued.
Hakkai opened his mouth to protest he planned on doing no such thing, but
realized he was already moving his hips in time with Gojyo's, guided by those
sure hands. The friction generated from their clothing was almost painful.
Instead of words, a soft cry came out as he felt the heavy ache in his
tightening balls.
"Yeah, that's it, baby," Gojyo cooed. "Cum for me."
One of Gojyo's hands released his ass to pull Hakkai's head down. He felt the
soft, wet tip of a tongue in his ear and whimpered.
"I can't wait to feel your gorgeous cock pumping my ass," Gojyo
whispered, breath hot and sinful.
That sent Hakkai over the edge. The tingling became a solid throbbing at the
base of his cock, and Hakkai's hips stuttered. Gojyo's hand squeezed him hard
against his flat pelvis.
"Ahh!" Hakkai cried out as he exploded in wet release.
He collapsed on Gojyo's chest and strong arms wrapped around him. Gojyo nuzzled
his hair and kissed his temple.
"You're fucking beautiful when you cum," Gojyo whispered. "Did
you know that?"
Hakkai laughed weakly. "It's never been mentioned."
"That's a shame." Gojyo wriggled his hips, eliciting another moan at
the friction on his sensitive penis. "I'll have to remedy that little
oversight."
"Gojyo, we really should talk," Hakkai said, trying to roll off
Gojyo.
The redhead refused to open his arms, and rolled with Hakkai so the two men lay
on their sides facing each other. Hakkai found his legs trapped inside Gojyo's.
He had seen Gojyo pin Goku in similar moves while wrestling. Another instance
when the hanyou's long limbs gave him the advantage.
"We should wash the ash out of your hair," Gojyo suggested.
Hakkai was nonplussed at the sudden change of topic.
"I have ash in my hair?" Arms immobilized, he rolled his eyes up to
peer at his bangs.
"Yeah," Gojyo laughed.
The redhead shifted an arm and held up the hand that had pulled down Hakkai's
head. He blinked at the sooty digits.
"Perhaps a quick bath would be in order," Hakkai conceded.
Gojyo laughed again, white teeth flashing. Hakkai was a little dazed at the
effortless speed at which the redhead shifted gears from seducer to joking
friend. Crimson eyes locked with his and drew closer as Gojyo pressed their
foreheads together. Warm hands cupped the sides of his face.
"We can talk later if you want, okay?" Gojyo said softly.
Gojyo's breath moved up his face, and Hakkai felt a kiss pressed gently to his
forehead.
Living together had naturally made them privy to aspects of each other's
personal lives. Hakkai quickly became aware that his roommate was the town
Lothario. Given the size of the town, Hakkai fully expected the door to be
battered in by a small mob of cuckolded husbands and jilted women. To his
amazement, the rickety door remained intact. After a few months, Hakkai
realized it was part of Gojyo's personal code to never touch another man's
woman. Which explained the lack of bloodthirsty men. As for the women...
Gojyo never avoided the women he had been intimate with. He was always friendly
and charming, and to Hakkai's confusion, the women almost always remained on
good terms with the redhead. It was a rare instance when a female felt scorned.
This feat had become part of the Sha Gojyo mystique that Hakkai had assumed
beyond his comprehension due to his own relative inexperience in the area of
romance.
As the soft lips pulled away, Hakkai thought perhaps the answer was so simple
he had overlooked it. Gojyo was gracious. Not in the superficial, polite
good-mannered fashion Hakkai himself was thought to be, but sincerely gracious.
Gojyo was genuinely a kind, warm-hearted man who was more generous than his
wounded soul should allow.
Hakkai reached out and grabbed the back of Gojyo's neck before the other man
could pull all the way back. Tilting his head, Hakkai leaned in and kissed
Gojyo hard on the mouth. The sinful, seductive lips that whispered profane
eroticisms no woman would ever dare utter, softened and gave in to him
immediately. Hakkai gentled the kiss under the immediate surrender, flicking
his tongue out for the tiniest taste before withdrawing.
He watched ridiculously long auburn lashes flutter open to reveal warm crimson
eyes, like butterflies sipping at red wine. The eyes slanted as Gojyo smiled.
"Not that I'm complaining, babe," Gojyo said, "but what was that
for?"
Hakkai felt a little thrill that went to his groin when Gojyo said the
endearment. Just moments ago, he'd heard it in his ear while the redhead urged
him on to orgasm. He cleared his throat.
"Just returning your property," Hakkai said, referring to the kiss
Gojyo had "given" him in the hotel room.
Gojyo chuckled. "Hmm. I'll have to give you something more interesting to
keep for me next time."
The suggestive smile made Hakkai blush, which only made Gojyo's expression more
lascivious.
"The bath..." Hakkai reminded him.
---
Gojyo didn't know what the hell had gotten in to him. Maybe it was the euphoria
from the bean actually working combined with fooling around with Hakkai earlier
in the inn, but he was feeling extra bold and turned on. Once he'd asked Hakkai
if he thought he was fuckable, there was pretty much no turning back. And damn
if Hakkai wasn't as hard as he was. Feeling the other man's erection pressed
against his made Gojyo all kinds of horny happy and he wasn't going to let the
opportunity pass him by.
Talking dirty was a risk; it turned some people off. But Gojyo had a hunch with
the reserved healer's passion for books that talking dirty might push a button.
And he'd been right. Hakkai had been unbelievably responsive. Gojyo bet he
could talk the brunette to orgasm without even touching him. He'd managed it
before with a couple of girls, but never with a guy.
The "pumping my ass" ad lib kinda came out by accident, but it was
all good since it made both of them cum so hard. Gojyo didn't bottom often
simply because of the type of men he tended to attract, but he always managed
to have a good time either way.
Suggesting the bath wasn't only to distract Hakkai from The Talk, but also to
distract himself from the heady scent of Hakkai's seed. It was one thing to
fool around, but Gojyo really didn't want their first time to be in the inn's
bathhouse where they could be interrupted. Hell, what if the monkey wandered
in? No, Gojyo promised Hakkai he'd take care of him, and he would. This was
just to take the edge off for both of them.
Gojyo was taken completely by surprise when Hakkai kissed him. He relaxed
immediately and let the other man have his way; it was huge for the healer to
take the initiative in this situation.
"Not that I'm complaining, babe," Gojyo said, "but what was that
for?"
"Just returning your property," Hakkai said.
He had a sweet flush across his cheeks, and a tender warmth in his eye that
made Gojyo's heart flutter. Gojyo chuckled.
"Hmm. I'll have to give you something more interesting to keep for me next
time."
The flush deepened, and Gojyo couldn't resist a suggestive leer. He wondered if
he could make Hakkai's whole body flush that pretty pink.
"The bath..." Hakkai reminded him.
With a martyred sigh, Gojyo untangled their limbs and rolled to his feet. He
reached down to grasp Hakkai's hand and pulled the smaller man up. As he did
so, Gojyo saw a spasm of pain pass over Hakkai's face. Concerned, Gojyo slipped
his hands under Hakkai's black shirt and felt along the ribs for obvious
breaks.
"Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?" Gojyo asked.
No broken ribs. Shoulder, maybe? Gojyo remembered the shock that had traveled
through Hakkai's body when the fireball hit the chi shield. How many hits had
the healer taken?
"It's only muscle fatigue," Hakkai's clipped tone was at odds with
the warm look and kiss from a few moments ago.
Gojyo usually heard that tone when he'd done something stupid and accidentally
hurt his friend's feelings. He did a quick mental review. All he had done was
pull 'Kai up and check his ribs. Gojyo looked down at his hands, buried under
the hiked-up shirt, and Hakkai's averted face. Ah. Hiding his smile,
Gojyo tugged the shirt up over Hakkai's head and tossed it toward the datsuijyo
entrance. Hakkai turned his back and began unbuttoning his trousers, shoulders
hunched slightly. Gojyo stepped up behind the other man and slid his hands
around Hakkai's ribs. The healer started, then relaxed marginally. Gojyo rested
his chin on Hakkai's left shoulder.
"Were you disappointed I wasn't trying to cop a feel?" he teased.
Hakkai flushed, and Gojyo knew he was right. He laughed softly and nuzzled
Hakkai's long neck.
"Shit. You are too cute when you blush," he said.
"I am not cute, Gojyo," Hakkai said firmly.
"Don't like being called cute, huh?" Gojyo kissed Hakkai's neck and
couldn't resist a quick suck on that delicious earlobe. His smile broadened
when Hakkai's fingers fumbled on the trouser fastenings.
"Let's see. Already called you sexy," Gojyo said thoughtfully,
"and beautiful."
Peering over Hakkai's shoulder, he saw the other man's nipples were hard. He
slid his hands around and rubbed the erect nubs with his thumbs. Hakkai gasped
and bucked back into Gojyo's chest. There was a small ripping sound as Hakkai's
hands jerked on his trousers.
"Oh, let me help you with that," Gojyo offered.
He kept the tone light, as if he were offering to help fold laundry. He had
pushed the brunette pretty hard. He slid his hands down, trailing his left
middle finger down the scar. Hakkai relaxed even more, pressing backward
against Gojyo's bare chest. For Gojyo, having so much skin-on-skin contact had
an immediately comforting effect. He sighed happily into Hakkai's hair, letting
as much of his tall frame curve around the healer as possible.
The center of the scar was smooth, but the edges puckered where the skin
pulled. Gojyo still remembered how the steam had risen up out of the wound on
that chilly rainy night. He'd actually had to pick out leaves and dirt before
shoving the slippery loops of guts back in. He had spend nights, weeks, months,
watching the gaping wound shrink into an angry red slash, then finally fade
into the dead white jagged scar.
Gojyo hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of the trousers and underwear and
tugged. He squatted as he pulled down.
"Here, lift your foot out," he instructed.
Hakkai balanced his left hand on Gojyo's shoulder as he lifted his right foot
out of the pant leg, then shifted to step out of the left. Between ailments,
injuries, and in Gojyo's case, drunkenness, the two men had helped each other
dress and undress many times over the years. Gojyo was well aware it was more
often Hakkai kneeling on the floor while Gojyo leaned on him. Hakkai was the
one who took care of him, who took care of everyone. Pressing his cheek against
Hakkai's hip, Gojyo wrapped his arms around the healer and hugged his thighs.
The hand resting on his shoulder moved up to the top of his head. Gentle
fingers sifted through his hair.
"Gojyo?" Hakkai's voice was soft above him.
"Just admiring the view," Gojyo joked.
Gojyo kissed the pale hip and stood up. He smiled into the questioning emerald
eyes so Hakkai would know everything was okay.
"I'll get the hot water," Gojyo said.
A couple of long strides took him to the overturned bucket, and he scooped it
up as he walked toward the onsen. Careful of his bare feet, he stepped
around the smoldering remains of the noren.
"Shit," he muttered.
The frame was blackened, and scorch marks spiked out along the sides of the
wooden walls. At least most of the damn steam had cleared out except for a few
tendrils snaking over the stone floor and the surface of the water. And that
gods-awful rotten eggs stench was gone. Gojyo squatted at the edge of the pool
and dunked the bucket. Still, something was off. Frowning, Gojyo glanced around
the room, eyes swinging back to the small pile of stones near the far end. It
was artfully arranged and there were deposit streaks where water was obviously
supposed to flow. That was it. The sound of burbling water was gone. Could a
hot spring be broken?
Gojyo stood, full bucket hanging from his hand. Well, if it could be broken,
sure as shit, this ikkou would find a way to do it. He shrugged as he turned
back. The innkeeper would just add the repair charge to the monk's bill as
usual.
When he re-entered the araiba, Hakkai was sitting on the stool at one of
the wash stations, pulling items out of the toiletry bag.
"Yo." Gojyo sloshed down the bucket.
"Thank you." Hakkai smiled up at him over his shoulder.
"Welcome," Gojyo replied.
He shimmied out of his own pants, grimacing at the sticky mess that pulled at
his pubes. Sometimes there were disadvantages to not wearing underwear. Kicking
away the crumpled clothing, he squatted on his haunches behind Hakkai.
Apparently the brunette had made a trip to the datsuijyo, because there
were towels and washcloths.
Using the washing ladle, Gojyo scooped a cup of water and held it over Hakkai's
head. The healer tilted his head back, and Gojyo poured the water over the
spiky brown hair. Dropping the ladle into the bucket, he held out his palm and
Hakkai poured shampoo into it. Humming, Gojyo started working the yellow liquid
into Hakkai's hair, massaging the scalp. The familiar scent of camillia oil
wafted up through his busy fingers. While he shampooed, Hakkai soaped up a
cloth and started scrubbing the body parts he could reach without moving his
head.
Done, Gojyo tapped the back of his hand on Hakkai's thigh, and the washcloth
was dropped into it. Knowing Hakkai liked a hard scrub, Gojyo put some muscle
into it as he worked the soapy cloth up and down. Hakkai leaned forward to
straighten the plane of his back, and braced his forearms on his knees. Gojyo
was careful of the right shoulder, since that was the arm he had pulled on
earlier that had made Hakkai wince. He scrubbed until the skin was slightly
red, then dropped the cloth with a wet splat.
"Rinse?" Gojyo asked.
"Please," Hakkai gave him another smile and Gojyo grinned back.
He had always loved bathing with Hakkai. When he'd had a particularly good week
back home, they'd take some of the winnings and splurge on a day at the onsen.
It beat the shit out of washing their hair in the kitchen sink. Since the
journey, when an onsen was available, the ikkou usually bathed together.
It was nice to be alone with Hakkai.
Dipping the ladle, Gojyo shielded Hakkai's eyes with the blade of his hand
while he rinsed out the shampoo. Then he ladled water over Hakkai's shoulders,
back and chest, sloughing the soapy water off with his other hand. Scooting
around to the front, he rinsed thighs, calves and feet; dip, pour, slough. Humming
happily as he concentrated on his task, it caught Gojyo a bit off guard when he
realized he was kneeling between Hakkai's knees, ladle raised over a soapy
penis.
Gojyo lifted his eyes to meet Hakkai's, expecting the other man to take the
ladle and rinse off his own privates. Instead, the brunette smiled down at him,
and even though he was blushing, patted Gojyo's cheek.
Surprised, but thrilled to be given permission, Gojyo poured the water over
Hakkai's crotch. He rinsed the soap out of the springy thatch of dark brown
hair, then cupped the heavy balls. A gasp above his head, and a hand gripped
his shoulder. Gently pulling back the foreskin, he washed the smooth head and
Hakkai's cock twitched in his hand. Hakkai really did have a gorgeous cock. Although
Gojyo had never seen it fully erect while his friend was awake, he'd seen
plenty of morning hard-ons when he'd played nursemaid. Hakkai's cock wasn't as
long as his, but it was thicker, and a paler color.
Reluctantly, Gojyo released the cock. He desperately wanted to push out the
shiny round head again and taste the slit. Hakkai's seed smelled so good to
him, turned him on so much, he really wanted it on his tongue. Gojyo knew if he
got started though, he wouldn't be able to stop.
"Your turn," Hakkai announced, startling him.
The desirable bit of flesh moved out of reach as Hakkai rose and stepped back
behind the stool.
"I don't want to get my hair wet again," Gojyo said as he slid onto
the stool.
"Or it won't dry by bedtime," Hakkai said. "I know, Gojyo."
Hakkai expertly gathered and twisted the red mass and Gojyo heard the faint
click of the old chopsticks he used to put his hair up in the bath. A slight
tug, then he felt them slide in smoothly next to his scalp. He automatically
reached down to get the washcloth, but his hand was lightly slapped away.
"Sit still, please," Hakkai ordered.
Obediently, Gojyo rested his hands on his thighs and watched Hakkai dunk and
lather the cloth. The warm, soapy water touched the nape of his neck and Gojyo
let his head fall forward. Unlike Hakkai, he liked nice, easy, slow-stroking
back scrubs. Hakkai filled the order, moving up and down in relaxed movements,
slipping over the shoulders and sliding down the arms. Eyes closed, Gojyo went
slack and let the healer move his body like a jointed doll.
"Mmmm." Gojyo felt warm tingles across the surface of his skin
following the wake of the soft cloth. He adored being bathed and massaged. If
it was done by the right person, it was like having an all-over orgasm.
"Two baths in one day," Gojyo murmured dreamily. "I'm living
like a prince."
"And here's your crown," Hakkai said, and Gojyo felt the head of his
cock touched by the cloth.
Eyes springing open, Gojyo gaped down in shock at Hakkai, who was looking a bit
smug.
"Cho Hakkai," Gojyo said with a grin, "did you just make a cock
joke?"
"I believe I did, Gojyo-san." A flash of wicked emerald made Gojyo's
eyes widen.
Laughing, he shook his head. Even after all this time, Hakkai could still
surprise him. His surprise was overridden by pleasure as Hakkai's nimble
fingers very thoroughly washed his cock and balls.
The two men were too engrossed in bathing to notice the datsuijyo noren
fall back into place behind them.