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cornerofmadnessTitle – Kill Me, Kiss Me, Thrill Me, Hold Me
Author – D M Evans
Disclaimer – not mine. All rights belong to Kazuya Minekura et al, no profit made, just a little fun
Fandom – Saiyuki
Rating – NC-17. NOT WORKSAFE.
Prompt- I. Hate.You. So. Much.
Pairing – Sanzo/Goku/Gojyo/Hakkai (in various permutations, mostly Sanzo/Gojyo/ Goku this time out)
Timeline – uh, somewhere within Saiyuki, manga based, it could slip in anywhere
Notes - This was written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
10_cliche_fics challenge, smut table, using the I.Hate.You..So. Much. prompt I’m not really looking at this as a serious history for the crew. It’s meant very tongue in cheek. It’s just a fun challenge and hopefully cliché doesn’t mean bad. Given the prompt, the pairing should be obvious. Thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mjules and evil_little_dog for betaing this. Thanks to mjules for the title suggestion of U2’s Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me…and I thought hmmm this really does sort of go the other direction so…
Casting an irritated look over his shoulder to where Hakkai still played cards, Gojyo flicked his Hi-Lite away in a sparkling arc. The lucky bastard was beating the hell out of all comers, including Gojyo. The kappa found it hard to keep the girls’ attention when he was constantly losing and looking like a chump. It didn’t help that Hakkai was handsome enough, pretty even, to attract women without even trying hard. He dripped with women but Hakkai barely seemed to notice. Part of Gojyo couldn’t figure out how Hakkai could resist so much soft femininity around him and the other part of him understood; Hakkai’s heart still wasn’t whole and might never be.
Gojyo wasn’t sure his friend would ever heal from an emotional wound like that. Deep down he wondered what it would be to love in that manner. Gojyo had never know that sort of love and wasn’t likely to find it any time soon, being stuck on Sanzo’s amazingly sucky quest. It wasn’t very easy to meet the love of his life when he never settled in for more than a day. Hell, it was hard enough just finding meaningless sex on their female-less journey. Who was he kidding? Even without the quest, he did poorly with making personal connections.
Hakkai had been one of his first real friends of any consequence. How pathetic was that? About as pathetic as the looks of their hotel room, he decided as he opened the door to the room. Wild animals would be neater. Reeking of smoke, the room seemed to be stuffed to bursting with food wrappers and trash. The chibi chimp sat on his bed, shoveling in what would be a week’s worth of food for a normal person. The soft snoring lump under the blankets on the other bed was presumable Sanzo.
“Whatcha doin’ in our room?” Goku asked amicably around a mouthful of rice balls.
“Bored.” Gojyo slumped down on a chair. “Hakkai’s winning at cards and with the ladies. Not enough lovely ladies in this town.”
Goku rolled his shoulder and held out the tin of onigiri he had packed up from the hotel’s restaurant. “Eat some.”
“I must look pathetic if you’re willing to share food,” Gojyo said miserably, brushing back a lock of his signature hair.
“You’re going to look dead if you don’t shut up,” Sanzo growled, glaring out from underneath the covers. “It was hard enough to get some rest with monkey’s lips constantly smacking. I don’t need your whining to top it off.”
“Old man, it’s barely midnight.” Gojyo waved off the irritable priest and looked at Goku. “Wanna play cards?”
Goku’s big gold eyes narrowed. “You cheat.” He popped another onigiri into his mouth.
“I do not.” Gojyo smirked. “Maybe we ought to play a kid’s game. Maybe your chimp-brain could keep up then.”
“What’s that supposed t’ mean?” Goku roared.
Gojyo’s eyes glinted. “Puzzle it out, monkey.”
Both Goku and Gojyo heard the rustling and ducked but the paper fan unerringly crashed into their heads before they could get their arms up to protect them.
Sanzo cocked the fan back. “What part of silence or death don’t you two understand?”
“That hurt!” Goku shot Sanzo a wounded expression as if it would help mollify the priest’s temper.
“Which of the four noble truths tells you to hit us, Holy?” Gojyo rubbed his head.
“Don’t make me get my gun,” Sanzo retorted, sitting back on the bed.
“I don’t know why we put up with him, Goku,” Gojyo said, fishing for his cigarettes. “There are two of us.”
“And yet not a brain between you,” Sanzo said, rubbing a hand over his forehead.
“Sometimes I absolutely detest you, priest,” Gojyo raged, cigarettes forgotten.
“And you think I like you?” Sanzo asked. “All you do is whine and use my beer cans for ashtrays. I should kill you just for that.”
“Oh, look who’s talking. Half the beer can ashtrays Hakkai’s been bitching about are yours,” Gojyo yelled back, stabbing a finger at the priest. “If you’re going to drag me on some ass-sucking, dangerous journey you could at least provide some female companionship.”
“Find your own damn hookers, you demented kappa, and who asked you along?” Sanzo growled, getting up in Gojyo’s face.
“You did!” Gojyo shoved Sanzo back.
“Don’t fight!” Goku cried, getting between them and pushing them apart. “You’re upsettin’ my tummy.”
“I don’t want to see the results of that.” Gojyo shuddered in horror at the amount of vomit Goku could probably make.
“For the record, kappa,” Sanzo said, pushing Goku back against Gojyo, “it wasn’t my idea to invite you. The three Aspects insisted.”
“Yeah, well at least someone appreciates me,” Gojyo retorted, getting chesty with Sanzo and crushing the hapless Goku between them.
Sanzo’s fist clenched. “You keep deluding yourself, kappa.”
“Oh, just shut up!”
“Both of you,” Goku pleaded, trying to squirm free.
“As if you could make me,” Sanzo said.
“That so?” Gojyo grabbed Sanzo’s robes, hauling him in for a rough kiss over Goku’s head then shoved the man away. What the hell was he doing and why wasn’t it that bad?
“Have you gone insane?” Sanzo growled as Goku stared up at them, shocked.
Gojyo shrugged. “So it didn’t work.”
Sanzo’s hand lashed out and wound itself in Gojyo’s russet hair. He dragged the kappa in, kissing him hungrily. Tongues fenced, teeth clicking while Goku squirmed between them fighting for freedom.
“Hey!” Goku protested. Sanzo broke the kiss and dropped his hand to Goku’s head. He tilted the boy’s head back and kissed him, too. Goku grinned. “That’s better than all the yellin’.”
Gojyo raised an eyebrow, tugging at his pants which had gotten a tad too snug. “Do I even want to know what you two get up to when Hakkai and I ain’t around?”
“Like I’d tell you,” Sanzo snorted.
Goku scowled at the men. “I liked it better when you weren’t fightin’.”
“Truth be told, we still ain’t friends, priest, but that was one hell of a kiss.” Gojyo smirked, running a finger over his lips.
Sanzo rolled his eyes and grabbed Gojyo’s arm, spinning him into the bed. “Just shut up.” He straddled the redhead. “Don’t ruin it by talking.”
Gojyo didn’t. He just hooked a hand in Sanzo’s robes and pulled him down with him. Mouths battled for dominance as hands found the most judicious routes to freeing clothing from writhing bodies. Gojyo ran a hand across Sanzo’s broad shoulders and strong back, feeling the masses of scars under his calloused flesh. Both men were held together by those tough twists of tissue and if a little solace could be found in the sweaty clashing of bodies then so be it, even if they weren’t what they usually sought for this kind of affair.
Feeling Sanzo’s cock sliding along his belly, Gojyo shifted, trying hard to not really think about what he was doing. Why did he suspect Sanzo felt the same? He glanced over, feeling something rap his arm. Goku, the gold of his eyes nearly lost in his lust-dilated pupils, held out a bottle of lotion. Gojyo didn’t doubt the boy was every bit as hard as he and Sanzo were, which struck him as odd. He’d never really pictured the kid in a sexual way.
“Smell so good,” Goku muttered, handing the lotion to Sanzo. Gojyo’s eyebrows quirked up as he wondered what the scent of lust registered as for the monkey.
Sanzo rolled off Gojyo and squirted some of the lotion into his hand. The kappa’s sunset eyes fixed on that motion and he wondered just what Sanzo thought he was going to stick where. To his surprise, the priest held out his clean hand to Goku who joined them on the bed.
“You and he really…” Gojyo started, still not quite wrapping his brain around Goku being a sexual being.
“What did I say about ruining this with talking?” Ignoring Gojyo’s glare, Sanzo pulled Goku close.
After kissing Sanzo soundly, the boy shimmied out of his shirt watching as Gojyo sat up. He tugged on the boy’s baggy pants, almost toppling Goku onto him. He kissed Goku more tenderly. Just how much anpan had the monkey eaten before the onigiri ? He still tasted like red bean paste.
“Going to get out of your pants, monkey?” Sanzo asked, his greased hand cupping his cock and Gojyo’s together.
As Sanzo’s hand worked up and down their cocks, Gojyo groaned. Goku kicked out of the remains of his clothing and curled up next to Gojyo and Sanzo. Legs hooked over Gojyo’s, pinning him to the bed, one with golden down sprinkled over its scarred flesh and the other still smooth and hairless. Gojyo couldn’t get his hands below the belt line with the way Sanzo and Goku were snuggled up on either side of him so he caressed their hair and backs. Goku greased up his hands and joined Sanzo in helping to stroke all three cocks against each other.
Hips thrust and bucked, mouths moaned and met for brief, wet tussles indiscriminately. Gojyo could no longer tell whose hand was doing what, nor did it matter. More or less on the bottom, he felt almost bruised from the flurry of movement. The youngest – oldest? – of them went first with all the usual lack of staying power teenaged boys were afflicted with. He tucked his face against Gojyo’s neck, catching his breath and readying for another teenaged trait; overall endurance.
Gojyo came just a little before Sanzo did. Warm semen pooled on Gojyo’s belly, smearing over his sweaty, sticky flesh as they all collapsed into a tired pile of flesh and spent desire. Lips moved over Gojyo’s and he found himself looking into heavily lidded violet eyes. The kappa laughed breathlessly. “That was fun…but I still hate you, you dirty priest.”
“Not more than I hate you, perverted kappa,” Sanzo shot back lazily.
“Do we have to do this again just to keep you two from fightin’?” Goku asked wearily, burying his face in the pillow.
“I’ve heard worse ideas,” Gojyo said as the door to the room opened.
Hakkai stepped in, a wide smile on his face. “I won enough to…” His green eyes took over his face and Jeep abandoned his shoulder, looking for high ground. “Oh dear.” Hakkai’s lips thinned. “You didn’t wait for me?”
Author – D M Evans
Disclaimer – not mine. All rights belong to Kazuya Minekura et al, no profit made, just a little fun
Fandom – Saiyuki
Rating – NC-17. NOT WORKSAFE.
Prompt- I. Hate.You. So. Much.
Pairing – Sanzo/Goku/Gojyo/Hakkai (in various permutations, mostly Sanzo/Gojyo/ Goku this time out)
Timeline – uh, somewhere within Saiyuki, manga based, it could slip in anywhere
Notes - This was written for the
10_cliche_fics challenge, smut table, using the I.Hate.You..So. Much. prompt I’m not really looking at this as a serious history for the crew. It’s meant very tongue in cheek. It’s just a fun challenge and hopefully cliché doesn’t mean bad. Given the prompt, the pairing should be obvious. Thanks to mjules and evil_little_dog for betaing this. Thanks to mjules for the title suggestion of U2’s Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me…and I thought hmmm this really does sort of go the other direction so…Casting an irritated look over his shoulder to where Hakkai still played cards, Gojyo flicked his Hi-Lite away in a sparkling arc. The lucky bastard was beating the hell out of all comers, including Gojyo. The kappa found it hard to keep the girls’ attention when he was constantly losing and looking like a chump. It didn’t help that Hakkai was handsome enough, pretty even, to attract women without even trying hard. He dripped with women but Hakkai barely seemed to notice. Part of Gojyo couldn’t figure out how Hakkai could resist so much soft femininity around him and the other part of him understood; Hakkai’s heart still wasn’t whole and might never be.
Gojyo wasn’t sure his friend would ever heal from an emotional wound like that. Deep down he wondered what it would be to love in that manner. Gojyo had never know that sort of love and wasn’t likely to find it any time soon, being stuck on Sanzo’s amazingly sucky quest. It wasn’t very easy to meet the love of his life when he never settled in for more than a day. Hell, it was hard enough just finding meaningless sex on their female-less journey. Who was he kidding? Even without the quest, he did poorly with making personal connections.
Hakkai had been one of his first real friends of any consequence. How pathetic was that? About as pathetic as the looks of their hotel room, he decided as he opened the door to the room. Wild animals would be neater. Reeking of smoke, the room seemed to be stuffed to bursting with food wrappers and trash. The chibi chimp sat on his bed, shoveling in what would be a week’s worth of food for a normal person. The soft snoring lump under the blankets on the other bed was presumable Sanzo.
“Whatcha doin’ in our room?” Goku asked amicably around a mouthful of rice balls.
“Bored.” Gojyo slumped down on a chair. “Hakkai’s winning at cards and with the ladies. Not enough lovely ladies in this town.”
Goku rolled his shoulder and held out the tin of onigiri he had packed up from the hotel’s restaurant. “Eat some.”
“I must look pathetic if you’re willing to share food,” Gojyo said miserably, brushing back a lock of his signature hair.
“You’re going to look dead if you don’t shut up,” Sanzo growled, glaring out from underneath the covers. “It was hard enough to get some rest with monkey’s lips constantly smacking. I don’t need your whining to top it off.”
“Old man, it’s barely midnight.” Gojyo waved off the irritable priest and looked at Goku. “Wanna play cards?”
Goku’s big gold eyes narrowed. “You cheat.” He popped another onigiri into his mouth.
“I do not.” Gojyo smirked. “Maybe we ought to play a kid’s game. Maybe your chimp-brain could keep up then.”
“What’s that supposed t’ mean?” Goku roared.
Gojyo’s eyes glinted. “Puzzle it out, monkey.”
Both Goku and Gojyo heard the rustling and ducked but the paper fan unerringly crashed into their heads before they could get their arms up to protect them.
Sanzo cocked the fan back. “What part of silence or death don’t you two understand?”
“That hurt!” Goku shot Sanzo a wounded expression as if it would help mollify the priest’s temper.
“Which of the four noble truths tells you to hit us, Holy?” Gojyo rubbed his head.
“Don’t make me get my gun,” Sanzo retorted, sitting back on the bed.
“I don’t know why we put up with him, Goku,” Gojyo said, fishing for his cigarettes. “There are two of us.”
“And yet not a brain between you,” Sanzo said, rubbing a hand over his forehead.
“Sometimes I absolutely detest you, priest,” Gojyo raged, cigarettes forgotten.
“And you think I like you?” Sanzo asked. “All you do is whine and use my beer cans for ashtrays. I should kill you just for that.”
“Oh, look who’s talking. Half the beer can ashtrays Hakkai’s been bitching about are yours,” Gojyo yelled back, stabbing a finger at the priest. “If you’re going to drag me on some ass-sucking, dangerous journey you could at least provide some female companionship.”
“Find your own damn hookers, you demented kappa, and who asked you along?” Sanzo growled, getting up in Gojyo’s face.
“You did!” Gojyo shoved Sanzo back.
“Don’t fight!” Goku cried, getting between them and pushing them apart. “You’re upsettin’ my tummy.”
“I don’t want to see the results of that.” Gojyo shuddered in horror at the amount of vomit Goku could probably make.
“For the record, kappa,” Sanzo said, pushing Goku back against Gojyo, “it wasn’t my idea to invite you. The three Aspects insisted.”
“Yeah, well at least someone appreciates me,” Gojyo retorted, getting chesty with Sanzo and crushing the hapless Goku between them.
Sanzo’s fist clenched. “You keep deluding yourself, kappa.”
“Oh, just shut up!”
“Both of you,” Goku pleaded, trying to squirm free.
“As if you could make me,” Sanzo said.
“That so?” Gojyo grabbed Sanzo’s robes, hauling him in for a rough kiss over Goku’s head then shoved the man away. What the hell was he doing and why wasn’t it that bad?
“Have you gone insane?” Sanzo growled as Goku stared up at them, shocked.
Gojyo shrugged. “So it didn’t work.”
Sanzo’s hand lashed out and wound itself in Gojyo’s russet hair. He dragged the kappa in, kissing him hungrily. Tongues fenced, teeth clicking while Goku squirmed between them fighting for freedom.
“Hey!” Goku protested. Sanzo broke the kiss and dropped his hand to Goku’s head. He tilted the boy’s head back and kissed him, too. Goku grinned. “That’s better than all the yellin’.”
Gojyo raised an eyebrow, tugging at his pants which had gotten a tad too snug. “Do I even want to know what you two get up to when Hakkai and I ain’t around?”
“Like I’d tell you,” Sanzo snorted.
Goku scowled at the men. “I liked it better when you weren’t fightin’.”
“Truth be told, we still ain’t friends, priest, but that was one hell of a kiss.” Gojyo smirked, running a finger over his lips.
Sanzo rolled his eyes and grabbed Gojyo’s arm, spinning him into the bed. “Just shut up.” He straddled the redhead. “Don’t ruin it by talking.”
Gojyo didn’t. He just hooked a hand in Sanzo’s robes and pulled him down with him. Mouths battled for dominance as hands found the most judicious routes to freeing clothing from writhing bodies. Gojyo ran a hand across Sanzo’s broad shoulders and strong back, feeling the masses of scars under his calloused flesh. Both men were held together by those tough twists of tissue and if a little solace could be found in the sweaty clashing of bodies then so be it, even if they weren’t what they usually sought for this kind of affair.
Feeling Sanzo’s cock sliding along his belly, Gojyo shifted, trying hard to not really think about what he was doing. Why did he suspect Sanzo felt the same? He glanced over, feeling something rap his arm. Goku, the gold of his eyes nearly lost in his lust-dilated pupils, held out a bottle of lotion. Gojyo didn’t doubt the boy was every bit as hard as he and Sanzo were, which struck him as odd. He’d never really pictured the kid in a sexual way.
“Smell so good,” Goku muttered, handing the lotion to Sanzo. Gojyo’s eyebrows quirked up as he wondered what the scent of lust registered as for the monkey.
Sanzo rolled off Gojyo and squirted some of the lotion into his hand. The kappa’s sunset eyes fixed on that motion and he wondered just what Sanzo thought he was going to stick where. To his surprise, the priest held out his clean hand to Goku who joined them on the bed.
“You and he really…” Gojyo started, still not quite wrapping his brain around Goku being a sexual being.
“What did I say about ruining this with talking?” Ignoring Gojyo’s glare, Sanzo pulled Goku close.
After kissing Sanzo soundly, the boy shimmied out of his shirt watching as Gojyo sat up. He tugged on the boy’s baggy pants, almost toppling Goku onto him. He kissed Goku more tenderly. Just how much anpan had the monkey eaten before the onigiri ? He still tasted like red bean paste.
“Going to get out of your pants, monkey?” Sanzo asked, his greased hand cupping his cock and Gojyo’s together.
As Sanzo’s hand worked up and down their cocks, Gojyo groaned. Goku kicked out of the remains of his clothing and curled up next to Gojyo and Sanzo. Legs hooked over Gojyo’s, pinning him to the bed, one with golden down sprinkled over its scarred flesh and the other still smooth and hairless. Gojyo couldn’t get his hands below the belt line with the way Sanzo and Goku were snuggled up on either side of him so he caressed their hair and backs. Goku greased up his hands and joined Sanzo in helping to stroke all three cocks against each other.
Hips thrust and bucked, mouths moaned and met for brief, wet tussles indiscriminately. Gojyo could no longer tell whose hand was doing what, nor did it matter. More or less on the bottom, he felt almost bruised from the flurry of movement. The youngest – oldest? – of them went first with all the usual lack of staying power teenaged boys were afflicted with. He tucked his face against Gojyo’s neck, catching his breath and readying for another teenaged trait; overall endurance.
Gojyo came just a little before Sanzo did. Warm semen pooled on Gojyo’s belly, smearing over his sweaty, sticky flesh as they all collapsed into a tired pile of flesh and spent desire. Lips moved over Gojyo’s and he found himself looking into heavily lidded violet eyes. The kappa laughed breathlessly. “That was fun…but I still hate you, you dirty priest.”
“Not more than I hate you, perverted kappa,” Sanzo shot back lazily.
“Do we have to do this again just to keep you two from fightin’?” Goku asked wearily, burying his face in the pillow.
“I’ve heard worse ideas,” Gojyo said as the door to the room opened.
Hakkai stepped in, a wide smile on his face. “I won enough to…” His green eyes took over his face and Jeep abandoned his shoulder, looking for high ground. “Oh dear.” Hakkai’s lips thinned. “You didn’t wait for me?”
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