Weakness

Homura was bored. It had been weeks since he had seen any action and his subordinates were away on a mission. He desperately needed some distraction. Propping his head on his hand, the war god quickly reviewed his options. Slowly, a sinister smirk travelled over his features. It had been some time since he had visited Sanzo and his group. There were many things he wanted from them... perhaps it was time to start collecting.

It didn’t take long for the god ling to search out his prey. They had settled down for the night in some backwater town on their continuous journey westward. Homura watched them stroll the streets arguing as usual. They had not noticed him yet, but he would reveal himself soon enough.

Gazing at the four fated ones, his heart filled with envy and a host of other emotions. For all their harsh words, they deeply loved one another. It was there for anyone to see, if they knew what to look for. They belonged with each other and that would never change, no matter how many different lives they lived…they would always be together.

A tainted one such as himself belonged to no one. He had tried to find love; even now it drove daggers into his heart to think of her. She had paid for her love and compassion and he was alone…fated to always be alone.

His eyes were drawn back to the bickering group as a gun was fired. He smirked as Goyjo and Goku were momentarily cowed by the fierce scowl on the monk’s face.

He remembered a time when that ageless face was softer and the hair longer. He had admired the beauty of the golden one when they had both inhabited the heavens. The flame prince had felt the desire to possess that pure, untouched body as many others had. He still wanted to taste that silky-looking flesh.

This incarnation was still beautiful and just as untouchable. He wanted both the monk and the monkey, but for different reasons. Goku had the power to make his dreams come true and he had the love and affection that the War God had always craved. Sanzo woke a different hunger in him, the desire to break through the ice surrounding the man and see him in the throes of passion.

Sanzo locked out everyone except for his travelling companions and he even tried to keep his distance from them, but failed miserably in guarding his heart. Homura was determined to see that control shattered and to sample that untouched flesh. He knew how to make the monk yield. It was time to act…before the night was through, he would have his craving satisfied.

~~ooO@Ooo~~

Sanzo rolled his eyes in annoyance as Goyjo and Goku began arguing again. The peace he had briefly experienced, with the use of his gun, was over. He wondered why he put up with those two fools. They were a damn pain in the ass. At times like this he wondered what the hell had possessed him to free that damn monkey.

Scowling at the pair as they continued on with their verbal sparring, Sanzo felt his hand travelling towards his gun again. That hand paused as large, innocent, golden eyes caught his and that stupid ape smiled at him. He refused to be affected by that smile. He just didn’t feel like firing his gun at them again and wasting another bullet, that’s they only reason he aborted the movement…really.

Sighing, the golden haired man again wondered how he had ended up with three youkai as companions. They had just seemed to push their way into his cold, sterile world when he wasn’t paying attention. He resented the feelings these three stirred up. It was a weakness and Genjo Sanzo wanted no weaknesses. He didn’t want to have liabilities that could shatter his closely-guarded heart. Deep in thought, the slender man never noticed that Hakkai had stopped walking. A moment later, he bumped into him.

Looking forward, eyes widened as Sanzo recognized the figure blocking their way. His eyes narrowed as he heard Goyjo address the half-breed.

“Oi asshole, what do you want?”

“I’m here to collect something that intrigues me.”

Homura laughed as Goku immediately flew forward to attack him. It had been expected and for once, he responded with the full measure of his strength. He was in no mood for an extended fight and the youth was no match for him at this time. He needed to develop more for that to occur.

Sanzo’s eyes narrowed as he watched Goku go down with one punch. He felt a stirring of some emotion before he ruthlessly squelched it and began firing his gun at the Flame Prince. He snarled as he noted his bullets never reached beyond the man’s personal shields.

Goyjo and Hakkai attacked at the same time. Goyjo swiping at him with his weapon and Hakkai firing a ki sphere. The jaded one laughed as he easily brushed aside the attacks. Reaching inside himself, he gathered his own formidable powers. A grim smile covered his lips as he released it at the pair and they, too, fell to the ground.

Now, only his prey was left. He summoned his flame sword and walked over to his vanquished foes. Homura noted briefly that Goku was unconscious while Hakkai and Goyjo were conscious, but dazed. Neither was in any shape to resist further. He placed the sword at Goku’s neck and then addressed the one he was after.

“I have won, Konzen. What will you give for their lives?”

“Nothing to a baka who can’t even get my name right.”

Homura smirked. He had known the monk would resist. It would be a pleasure to see him yield. “Ah, but it was your name, a long time ago. I have a choice for you monk. I have defeated the others and your gun cannot hurt me. I will leave this place without claiming a life if you will submit to me for a night.”

"Fuck you! I’d rather die!”

“Well stubborn one, it is not your life I intend to end. It will be the monkey first and then those two will follow. You will have to continue your fight alone”

Sanzo stiffened as the demi-god pressed the tip of his sword to Goku’s defenseless neck. He firmed his resolve. He would never submit, certainly not for the life of an annoying monkey and two equally annoying youkai! He knew that having the softer feelings were nothing but a weakness. You were always better off without them, then you weren’t tempted to do stupid things.

Homura smiled, as he pressed harder. He refused to look away from those orchid orbs that told more than their owner was aware of. He knew the precise moment when the blond man made his true decision. Satisfaction filled him as he received a snarled reply to his proposition.

“Fine. A night spent in your hands means nothing. You’re a fool if you believe anything you do will break me.”

Sanzo refused to look down at Goku as he made his way over to his captor for the next few hours. ‘Just a weakness’ was savagely running through his mind. Perhaps if he said it enough he would even be able to believe it. He absolutely refused to look at the other two and see the horror in their eyes. What they thought meant nothing. Maybe he could believe that, too, if he continued to chant it in his head.

~~ooO@Ooo~~

It was only through pride and strength of will that the monk refused to flinch or jerk away as Homura’s hand closed on his upper arm to draw him closer to the larger man’s body.

The Flame Prince was impressed. Sanzo had submitted to touch without showing how much he must despise it. It was time to leave and begin the night of pleasure he had planned. A moment’s concentration was all it took to transport himself and his captive to his abode.

He held in a chuckle at the look of disdain he received as his bed was spotted. He had not wanted to waste any time and had taken them directly to his bedroom. The dark man strolled over to a table that contained a wine pitcher and two goblets. Making sure Sanzo was watching, he pulled out a vial of liquid from his jacket and poured a small amount in one of the goblets.

After pouring the wine, the one with the fluid from the vial was handed to Sanzo. He waited to see if the fair-haired man would drink it without question. It was with profound satisfaction that he watched the blond defiantly take the cup and down most of its contents with one swallow. If looks could have killed, he would have been dead.

“Do you usually make a habit of swallowing things that you have no idea what’s in them?” He just couldn’t seem to resist baiting the man.

“I agreed to a night of submission. It doesn’t matter what’s in the drink. If I had initially refused…you would have insisted. I drank it on my terms, not yours.”

“Stubborn, but that’s what I like about you Konzen. Don’t worry; the wine you drank contained a simple aphrodisiac. I want both of us to enjoy the evening.”

Orchid pools mocked the demi-god with their gaze. “Just because you insured my body would respond to you does not mean I will enjoy this. Use my body all you like. You’ll never touch what really matters. Now shut the hell up and get on with it.”

“As you wish, pretty monk.”

Sanzo never saw Homura move as he was suddenly grabbed and firm lips were ground on his mouth. He passively accepted the kiss refusing to respond until the liquid fire currently building within his body forced him to. The lithe man was surprised when he was released just as suddenly as he was grabbed.

Homura smiled darkly. The striking person before him had tasted just as sweet and exotic as he had imagined. He was filled with anticipation at viewing that firm body unadorned. “Strip!” he commanded.

Steady hands rose and methodically removed the concealing garments. Sanzo suppressed the uneasiness at appearing before an enemy in such a vulnerable state. He would make the dark one work for any response from him.

The Flame Prince greedily drank in the exposed form before him. The bared figure displayed before him was truly exquisite. He stepped forward and ran a large hand over the smooth, unblemished flesh. He had thought to see scars marring the alabaster skin, but fate had been very kind to the striking figure before him, despite his occupation.

Homura knew the aphrodisiac was starting to take effect. The pale one before him was beginning to show signs of a developing erection. He stared at the slowly swelling organ and then peered into the beautiful eyes of his victim and smirked.

It was with pride that he noted no shame in the gaze of the man before him. Part of him had known that it would take more than an act like this to break the monk. He was glad of that. He wanted their game to continue with the players whole and at their best for the final confrontation.

Sanzo stood before his enemy nude except for his arm guards. Homura had indicated that he could keep them on. He slowly walked towards the bed where his claiming was to take place. Homura was waiting for him impatiently, and he took his time to show the dark one that he still had not been broken or intimidated.

Homura smiled at the slow pace his captive set as he followed his gesture to approach the bed. Once the slim man was near, he patted the surface next to him on the bed. He marvelled at the graceful movements of the mortal in front of him. He was truly beauty in motion.

Sanzo glared at the demi-god as he lay down on the bed. He couldn’t hold back a snarl as his wrists were tied together with a leather restraint and then attached to a small chain over the centre of the bed. A quick yank and his hands were pulled high into the air and completely restrained.

It was all Homura could do to keep from laughing at the glare he was currently receiving from Sanzo. He couldn’t wait to se his look as he realized his feet were about to be restrained as well.

Sanzo couldn’t completely erase the look of outrage on his face as his feet were bound at the ankle with silk scarves and then attached to the lower part of the bed. He was now totally vulnerable with his legs in a spread eagle position. Looking at the smug expression on the Flame Prince’s face, he couldn’t resist an insult. “Bastard!”

Homura laughed softly before cutting off further insults by ravaging his victim’s mouth. He could feel the man below him tense and try to resist before the fire of the drug in his veins took over and caused him to respond. His mouth opened invitingly and the God ling was never one to resist a invitation.

Sanzo had wanted to bite Homura’s lips when he had initially kissed him but quickly realized that he would be unable to resist for long with the drug in his system. He made a decision in that moment to give into it. He would not give the dark one the satisfaction of seeing him fight and struggle. He would bend like a reed in the wind and would not break. If he couldn’t stop this, he might as well enjoy it.

Homura felt the resistance fade from the silky form below him. He was glad for that, for now he wanted to hear that hypnotic voice rise in pleasure and beg for completion. He dipped his tongue into the sweet mouth of his prey again and again. He couldn’t seem to get enough.

Homura spent several moments feasting on the full lips below him before moving on to taste more of the smooth flesh spread for his pleasure. He trailed his tongue down the side of Sanzo’s jaw and followed the line until he reached the pulse of life beating in the slender throat he was currently laving. He nipped fiercely at the pulse before sucking hard on that precious spot, branding his captive with his mark.

Sanzo moaned and felt the tension and pleasure rushing through his body rise. He muffled a whimper as his neck was thoroughly ravished and branded by his captor’s mouth. He would wear that mark for a few days at least. He wondered briefly if that would be the only trophy he would gain from the unwanted encounter. He gasped out loud as the lustful creature above him reached his delicate nipples. He could no longer hold back small cries of pleasure as first one and then the other was nipped, licked, and sucked.

Homura refused to move on past the berry sweet nubs on Sanzo’s chest until each one had been properly worshipped and left in a super sensitive state. He blew a gust of air over the reddened flesh and chuckled darkly at the strangled gasp before moving further down.

Sanzo squirmed as his navel was invaded by a wet warmth that titillated as it tickled. He was moaning constantly now from the sensual assault that was being waged upon his helpless form. Bound as he was, he could not escape the sexual torment that drove him higher and higher.

Homura revelled in the sight of the formerly icy monk crying out beneath him. He had broken through the ice to the passion that had been frozen beneath. Now he wanted to give that passion flight. He had finally reached the sweetest of destinations. Watching the emotion-filled face of the blond, he carefully drew his tongue up the man’s swollen length.

Sanzo cried out in pleasure as his erection was engulfed in Homura’s mouth. He struggled wildly to thrust in and out of that perfect haven that surrounded the most sensitive part of his body. The leather and silk bindings prevented him from completing the movements that would allow him release. He cursed the man pleasuring him as a sadistic bastard with each breath and ended up snarling wordlessly when he was taunted with the words “and your point is?”

Homura was thoroughly enjoying himself at this point. Sanzo was truly beautiful in his passion and frustration. He loved nothing more than seeing the strictly controlled man so out of control. He continued to suck on the hard organ in his mouth causing the form beneath him to rise higher and higher in passion, but pulled back before a climax was achieved. It was time for him to claim the monk’s final surrender.

“Tell me what you want, beg for it.”

“Shut the hell up and fuck me, asshole!” was the snarled reply.

Sanzo was not assured by the dark chuckle he heard from his tormentor.

“That was quite demanding. Certainly you can plead better than that.”

Sanzo grit his teeth as he responded as close to begging as he planned to get.

“Excuse me. PLEASE shut the hell up and fuck me MR. Asshole!”

Homura laughed out loud that time. He was tired of waiting and was smart enough to know that Sanzo had given in as much as he was going to this night. Reaching behind him, he dipped his fingers into a small bowl of oil that had been placed on the bedside stand earlier that evening. He grinned predatorily as he plunged two fingers into the tiny opening between the ripe bottom cheeks.

Sanzo yelped at the burning pain that accompanied the invasion of fingers into a previously untouched portion of his body. He writhed wildly as those fingers began to stroke the inner walls of his body. Slowly, the fingers worked their way inside and loosened up the tight walls while seeking out the hidden bump deep inside the monk’s body.

Homura cried out in triumph as he located the blond’s prostate and began to stroke it ruthlessly. He watched as Sanzo trembled and lost control of his body as the pleasure threatened to overload his system. The Flame Prince added two more fingers and ensured the body he was plundering was fully prepared before placing his own long-neglected and throbbing organ at entrance of Sanzo’s body.

Sanzo screamed as Homura entered him with one hard thrust. Even being prepared did not completely stop the pain as that huge erection filled him. He was given a few moments to catch his breath before the demi-god began to thrust in and out of him. He cried out each time Homura hit his prostate and flooded him with even more pleasure.

Homura was thrusting steadily now. He clamped down and attempted to hold off his orgasm as long as possible. He wanted to enjoy this. He continued to savour the pleasure he felt as he continued to slam into the man on the bed. He slowly sped up as he began to reach his climax.

He was now thrusting into Sanzo so hard that the whole bed shook. He was very close now and was losing total control. He reached out and grabbed Sanzo’s weeping erection and began to stroke it in time to his thrusts.

Sanzo was lost in the pleasure now. He didn’t care who was fucking him as long as they let him come. He moaned constantly as he felt a hard hand grasp his organ and begin to stroke it. It didn’t take long before he felt the build-up that occurred just before release. He cried out one last time as he felt Homura climax and flood him inside with his hot seed and then he felt his own release. He felt his body become boneless and the energy he had expended caught up to him and left him defenseless in it’s wake. He didn’t even have the strength to turn his head away when Homura claimed a final kiss before falling asleep, draped over him like some giant cat.

Homura woke with the dawn light and took a minute to remember the events of last night. The fierce enemy he had taken last night looked surprisingly innocent and pure in sleep. He snorted at the idea of Sanzo being pure. The man was many things but innocent and pure were not among them. He had what he wanted and felt a moments urge to keep the pretty man in his bed forever, but where was the fun in that.

A terrible smile crossed those sensual lips as he remembered all he wanted to do and all the hatred he held in his heart for the gods. At one time, trying to win a fiery spirit such as this one might have been enough to draw him away from his revenge, but no more. He vowed to let nothing and no one interfere with his plans. He would have his new world no matter what the cost.

Looking down, he saw that his unwilling guest had awakened and that the glare was back in full force. Reaching out, he released the bound man and allowed him to get up. He got up as well and showed him the bathroom where he could take care of business and wash last night’s passion from his body. He smirked as the blond rubbed over a bruise on his neck and scowled darkly before storming off to wash his enemy’s smell from his skin.

It didn’t take long for Sanzo to clean up and get dressed. He wanted to be away from this place and it’s memories of last night. He turned as the dark haired man addressed him.

“Are you ready to return?”

“More than ready."

“I shall remember this night well. Your submission to me was total. I’ll think about it every time I see you and you will think about it every time you see me.”

“Do you think it will change anything, or even change me? All you have done is strengthen my resolve to kill you. My body responded to your stimulus. That’s all it was and it has not weakened me. Now, take me back.”

Homura was proud of the strong soul in front of him. He was glad to know that their fight would go on and that no lasting damage had been done in this encounter. He wanted to defeat the man before him on the field of battle, not in the bed. It was time to return the lead to his flock.

~~ooO@Ooo~~

Sanzo blinked and suddenly he was back in the village where it all began. He heard the soft “until next time” in his ear before Homura disappeared.

He walked slowly towards the inn where they had planned to stay before his kidnapping. He was not surprised to see Hakkai and Goyjo in the dining room. Both leapt to their feet when they saw him, and started to come towards him. He scowled at the pair and drew his gun to point it at them.

“I’ll only say this once! It never happened!”

He pushed past the startled pair and headed up the stairs. He grunted as he heard Goyjo say something to Hakkai before he moved out of hearing range. “Well, he must not have been hurt too bad cause he’s still pissy.”

At the top of the stairs he turned left and entered the room he had reserved the night before. Goku was curled up in the bed and whimpering from a nightmare. He stomped over to the bed and glared down at the small form. “Just a weakness,” he thought. “They are all weaknesses. I will not allow them to mean anything to me!” A louder cry drew his attention back to the youth in the bed. He saw tears softly streaming down the young face and heard the soft whisper of, “Sanzo, don’t leave me.”

Sighing, the lean man pulled up a chair and sat by the bed. He reached out and placed his hand on the boy’s forehead and watched as he immediately quieted down. He was just tired. That’s why he was sitting here and his hand was tired so he was just propping it on the stupid monkey’s head. He wasn’t comforting the dumb saru…really. Glancing out of the window, Sanzo vowed that when next he met up with a certain God ling, the results would be very different.

~The End~

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