Saiyuki Kink Meme reveal: (Love is) Just a blood sport
Title: (Love is) Just a bloodsport
Author: brainfuneral
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for the Saiyuki Anon Kink Meme IV. Prompt was Gojyo/Hakkai, wall!sex, bondage with the chains of the shakujou. I wrote it as Hakkai/Gojyo instead, and made it rather more violent/dark than it probably needed to be, or anon wanted it to be - sorry!
Warnings: Dark, bloody wall!sex; descriptions of gore and violence. I didn't have anyone beta this, so there are plenty of mistakes I'm sure.
Gojyo set the shakujou down on the ground and it sliced through entrails with a sick, squelching sound. Absolutely disgusting. He surveyed the damage done to the alleyway, now splattered with blood and bits of youkai.
He tried to feel sorry for the lives lost, for the damage done to the town. He tried to feel angry at the misguided, crazed youkai that had attacked them. Exhausted. Instead, all he felt was worn down by the constant adrenaline rush and then subsequent crash as they were attacked all the more often.
Leaning on the shakujou with both hands for support, Gojyo looked for Hakkai. He was standing a few feet away, holding his forearm. “You ok, man? I didn't see you get hit, but these guys were pretty fast.” Hakkai turned towards Gojyo, and the cheery smile that split his face was all wrong. “Hey...uh, Hakkai? We should find Goku and Sanzo, I know they said they'd be a while checking out the local temple, but...”
Hakkai stared at Gojyo, and couldn't seem to get his smile right. It was downright terrifying.
His eyes were intent on Gojyo's and he licked his lips. “Hakkai?”
Tilting his head and widening his smile, Hakkai said, “Yes, Gojyo? I'm terribly sorry, I was distracted by the blood in my hair.”
Blood in his hair. Right. “Hakkai, did you … uh, lose something?” Your limiters. Your mind?
Hakkai's teeth were exposed now, and what covered his face couldn't really be called a smile anymore. He looked hungry. “No, I didn't, Gojyo.”
Gojyo took a deep breath. An insane Hakkai was difficult to deal with on a normal day, but after feeling his heart beating in his head ten minutes ago as hordes of youkai swarmed and the blood currently dripping inside his shoe, Gojyo just wanted a bath and a bed. Maybe with an insane Hakkai in it. But first a bath.
“Hakkai-” Gojyo started, but felt the air whoosh out of his lungs as his back hit the wall behind him. “What the-?”
Hungry eyes and a manic grin hovered over him. Hakkai grabbed the shakujou, thrust it against the wall and held it horizontally over Gojyo's head. Still holding on, Gojyo's knuckles were smashed between the cold metal of the weapon and the rough texture of the wall at his back. His arms were stretched above his head and effectively pinned by the weight of the shakujou.
“Fuck! Hakkai, what the hell do you think you're-” Gojyo gasped as Hakkai maneuvered his body flush against Gojyo's and buried his face in the crook of Gojyo's neck. Hakkai's grimy, bloody face rubbed along Gojyo's neck and smeared a trail of blood and sweat in its wake. Absolutely disgusting.
“Hakkai. Stop it, Hakkai,” Gojyo said. He flexed his fingers, feeling the tingle from lack of circulation. “We're in the middle of a public place. Ok, it's the backside of a building, but it's still kindof public. I'm all for getting kinky sometimes, but we're seriously gross here, and...”
He shuddered and lost that train of thought as Hakkai jammed his leg in between Gojyo's parted knees and started thrusting into Gojyo's hip. Hakkai was already hard, and Gojyo's cock grew in sympathy with the disturbed demon dry-humping him into the wall of a deserted alley.
“Mmmn, Hakkai … damn you, Hakkai,” Gojyo said. He moved his own hips in time to match Hakkai's almost vicious movements. If a dick could be bruised, Gojyo's would be black and blue but hopefully satisfied after this.
Gojyo rubbed against Hakkai, separated by three very important and chafing layers of clothing. Too much. The alley was starting to reek with the stench of blood, and now sex. Gojyo's head was turned to the side and Hakkai bit his neck. He held Gojyo's skin in his teeth and just breathed. All Gojyo could see were bits of youkai - torsos, arms, legs, hands, feet. All neatly sliced apart and covered with a thin layer of blood and bits, the mist that remained when Hakkai exploded a chi ball in the middle of a youkai's chest. Too much.
“Hakkai, I've got to... this isn't ...”
Pulling away, Hakkai's teeth scraped Gojyo's neck, then his jaw and his chin. He felt a fresh trickle of blood slide down his cheek. With a groan, Gojyo brought down his arms and rubbed his wrists, feeling the blood rush too quickly into his fingers. His dick ached, and the button of his jeans rubbed him exactly the wrong way.
Hakkai held the shakujou at his side. He looked at it, as if he'd never before seen the weapon and was considering its advantages. There really was blood in his hair.
Gojyo rubbed his raw knuckles. They were scraped, but not bleeding. “Can we just go back to the Inn? I know you're … distracted, but we really should just go,” he said. “Not that it's going to be a very comfortable walk back, but I think my dick will seriously appreciate getting out of these bloody jeans.”
Satisfied that his knuckles would be fine, Gojyo flexed his fingers. He threaded his hands together and then extended his fingers, cracking a good six joints in the process. Hakkai hated when he did that.
Suddenly, his wrists were snapped together and bound by the metal chain of the shakujou. Looking up in surprise, Gojyo met Hakkai's cool eyes. Taking out the crescent blade and extending the chain, Hakkai had wound it around Gojyo's wrists and pulled it taught.
“What the fuck, Hakkai?”
He only smiled, and slowly raised Gojyo's bound wrists above his head once more. He held Gojyo's hands against the wall with one hand and held the razor-sharp edge of the shakujou gingerly in the other.
Pressing a light kiss to Gojyo's lips, Hakkai slammed the double points of the blade into the wall. Plaster crumbled and fell to the ground beside Gojyo's blood-soaked boot. The crescent blade stuck into the wall a few inches from Gojyo's head. With Gojyo's hands caught up in the tangled chain, and the blade jammed in the wall, Hakkai stepped back and admired his handiwork. He held the shaft of the weapon at his side, keeping that end of the chain taught.
Gojyo closed his eyes. The cold metal holding his wrists bit into the skin. He breathed in and then gagged on the stench. Hakkai didn't seem to mind it. Not going back to the Inn, then.
He felt Hakkai's hot breath on his cheek. Hakkai's hand crept down Gojyo's body, pressing into his skin. He curled his fingers as they traveled, and they bit into Gojyo's neck, then his chest. His thumb hooked on Gojyo's navel and the nail caught on his skin. Hakkai's fingers didn't stop. They paused on his fly.
“Hakkai...” His voice was small, it caught in his throat. It stuck like he was, pinned to the dirty wall with a dirty hard-on and the blood starting to crash in his ears again. “Hakkai, please. Do something to me.”
Hakkai flicked open his own jeans first, and brought out his cock. He gave it a perfunctory stroke before attacking Gojyo's fly. “Alright, Gojyo. You did say you wanted out of these jeans.”
With his dick finally exposed, Gojyo rest his head against the wall and opened his eyes. Hakkai grabbed him and brought their hips together. He wrapped his hand around as much of the two erections as he could and started pumping them. His hips moved with his hand, and each motion sent Gojyo's ass smacking into the hard wall behind him.
Hakkai crawled his way on top of Gojyo and stayed there, rocking insistently into Gojyo's hips. His body covered Gojyo's and forced him into the wall. Between a hard place and Hakkai. His hips moved with Hakkai's as they rocked, and Gojyo's tailbone ached. His wrists ached from the wrong angle of the shakujou. His arms ached. His shoulders ached. His elbows ached. In many years of fighting, he had never known his elbows to ache.
Hakkai's cock was leaking, coating both of their dicks with precome. Gojyo mentally thanked whatever god may have been listening for the lubrication, becoming grateful for bodily fluids not for the first time in his life.
“Gojyo,” Hakkai said, his voice lost in the tangle of Gojyo's hair and the cold wall. He breathed hot against Gojyo's ear, and their faces smashed together. Gojyo felt the head of Hakkai's cock rubbing against the skin of his own. The precome mixed with sweat and the grime that covered both of them. Gojyo smelled it. He swallowed hard and focused on the desperate rhythm of Hakkai's hips, the blood swelling in his groin, the blood draining from his fingertips.
Hakkai shuddered, and Gojyo's whole body felt the trembling, disgusting demon on top of him tense. Hakkai's seed covered his hand, his softening penis. It flowed over Hakkai's hand and crept onto Gojyo's erection. A few drops dotted his abdomen, below his shirt. It dried quickly, and joined the crust that had already formed from the blood splattered on Gojyo's skin.
“Hakkai,” Gojyo said, but didn't continue. He gently thrust his hips into Hakkai's sticky hand. After a moment, Hakkai took Gojyo's cock in hand and stroked up and down the length. Gojyo breathed in and out, through his mouth.
He moved his hips along with Hakkai's hand and felt his cock swell. Pulling back, Hakkai stared at him. He didn't smile. Gojyo's cock ached. His hips ached, but he thrust into Hakkai's hand. Into the sweat, the grime, the semen. He thrust into the heat of it, the friction, the slide of Hakkai's fingers against his head.
Hakkai smiled.
When he came, he clenched his fists despite the bite of the shakujou's chain. He closed his eyes. He felt nothing. The orgasm spread a delicious numbness through his body. He felt needles pressing into his fingertips and that was all.
Gojyo opened his eyes. Green eyes stared back at him. All the carnage, all the blood and the death around them was gone. He smelled it. But he couldn't see it. All he could see were those eyes. And the carnage was gone from them.
Author: brainfuneral
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for the Saiyuki Anon Kink Meme IV. Prompt was Gojyo/Hakkai, wall!sex, bondage with the chains of the shakujou. I wrote it as Hakkai/Gojyo instead, and made it rather more violent/dark than it probably needed to be, or anon wanted it to be - sorry!
Warnings: Dark, bloody wall!sex; descriptions of gore and violence. I didn't have anyone beta this, so there are plenty of mistakes I'm sure.
Gojyo set the shakujou down on the ground and it sliced through entrails with a sick, squelching sound. Absolutely disgusting. He surveyed the damage done to the alleyway, now splattered with blood and bits of youkai.
He tried to feel sorry for the lives lost, for the damage done to the town. He tried to feel angry at the misguided, crazed youkai that had attacked them. Exhausted. Instead, all he felt was worn down by the constant adrenaline rush and then subsequent crash as they were attacked all the more often.
Leaning on the shakujou with both hands for support, Gojyo looked for Hakkai. He was standing a few feet away, holding his forearm. “You ok, man? I didn't see you get hit, but these guys were pretty fast.” Hakkai turned towards Gojyo, and the cheery smile that split his face was all wrong. “Hey...uh, Hakkai? We should find Goku and Sanzo, I know they said they'd be a while checking out the local temple, but...”
Hakkai stared at Gojyo, and couldn't seem to get his smile right. It was downright terrifying.
His eyes were intent on Gojyo's and he licked his lips. “Hakkai?”
Tilting his head and widening his smile, Hakkai said, “Yes, Gojyo? I'm terribly sorry, I was distracted by the blood in my hair.”
Blood in his hair. Right. “Hakkai, did you … uh, lose something?” Your limiters. Your mind?
Hakkai's teeth were exposed now, and what covered his face couldn't really be called a smile anymore. He looked hungry. “No, I didn't, Gojyo.”
Gojyo took a deep breath. An insane Hakkai was difficult to deal with on a normal day, but after feeling his heart beating in his head ten minutes ago as hordes of youkai swarmed and the blood currently dripping inside his shoe, Gojyo just wanted a bath and a bed. Maybe with an insane Hakkai in it. But first a bath.
“Hakkai-” Gojyo started, but felt the air whoosh out of his lungs as his back hit the wall behind him. “What the-?”
Hungry eyes and a manic grin hovered over him. Hakkai grabbed the shakujou, thrust it against the wall and held it horizontally over Gojyo's head. Still holding on, Gojyo's knuckles were smashed between the cold metal of the weapon and the rough texture of the wall at his back. His arms were stretched above his head and effectively pinned by the weight of the shakujou.
“Fuck! Hakkai, what the hell do you think you're-” Gojyo gasped as Hakkai maneuvered his body flush against Gojyo's and buried his face in the crook of Gojyo's neck. Hakkai's grimy, bloody face rubbed along Gojyo's neck and smeared a trail of blood and sweat in its wake. Absolutely disgusting.
“Hakkai. Stop it, Hakkai,” Gojyo said. He flexed his fingers, feeling the tingle from lack of circulation. “We're in the middle of a public place. Ok, it's the backside of a building, but it's still kindof public. I'm all for getting kinky sometimes, but we're seriously gross here, and...”
He shuddered and lost that train of thought as Hakkai jammed his leg in between Gojyo's parted knees and started thrusting into Gojyo's hip. Hakkai was already hard, and Gojyo's cock grew in sympathy with the disturbed demon dry-humping him into the wall of a deserted alley.
“Mmmn, Hakkai … damn you, Hakkai,” Gojyo said. He moved his own hips in time to match Hakkai's almost vicious movements. If a dick could be bruised, Gojyo's would be black and blue but hopefully satisfied after this.
Gojyo rubbed against Hakkai, separated by three very important and chafing layers of clothing. Too much. The alley was starting to reek with the stench of blood, and now sex. Gojyo's head was turned to the side and Hakkai bit his neck. He held Gojyo's skin in his teeth and just breathed. All Gojyo could see were bits of youkai - torsos, arms, legs, hands, feet. All neatly sliced apart and covered with a thin layer of blood and bits, the mist that remained when Hakkai exploded a chi ball in the middle of a youkai's chest. Too much.
“Hakkai, I've got to... this isn't ...”
Pulling away, Hakkai's teeth scraped Gojyo's neck, then his jaw and his chin. He felt a fresh trickle of blood slide down his cheek. With a groan, Gojyo brought down his arms and rubbed his wrists, feeling the blood rush too quickly into his fingers. His dick ached, and the button of his jeans rubbed him exactly the wrong way.
Hakkai held the shakujou at his side. He looked at it, as if he'd never before seen the weapon and was considering its advantages. There really was blood in his hair.
Gojyo rubbed his raw knuckles. They were scraped, but not bleeding. “Can we just go back to the Inn? I know you're … distracted, but we really should just go,” he said. “Not that it's going to be a very comfortable walk back, but I think my dick will seriously appreciate getting out of these bloody jeans.”
Satisfied that his knuckles would be fine, Gojyo flexed his fingers. He threaded his hands together and then extended his fingers, cracking a good six joints in the process. Hakkai hated when he did that.
Suddenly, his wrists were snapped together and bound by the metal chain of the shakujou. Looking up in surprise, Gojyo met Hakkai's cool eyes. Taking out the crescent blade and extending the chain, Hakkai had wound it around Gojyo's wrists and pulled it taught.
“What the fuck, Hakkai?”
He only smiled, and slowly raised Gojyo's bound wrists above his head once more. He held Gojyo's hands against the wall with one hand and held the razor-sharp edge of the shakujou gingerly in the other.
Pressing a light kiss to Gojyo's lips, Hakkai slammed the double points of the blade into the wall. Plaster crumbled and fell to the ground beside Gojyo's blood-soaked boot. The crescent blade stuck into the wall a few inches from Gojyo's head. With Gojyo's hands caught up in the tangled chain, and the blade jammed in the wall, Hakkai stepped back and admired his handiwork. He held the shaft of the weapon at his side, keeping that end of the chain taught.
Gojyo closed his eyes. The cold metal holding his wrists bit into the skin. He breathed in and then gagged on the stench. Hakkai didn't seem to mind it. Not going back to the Inn, then.
He felt Hakkai's hot breath on his cheek. Hakkai's hand crept down Gojyo's body, pressing into his skin. He curled his fingers as they traveled, and they bit into Gojyo's neck, then his chest. His thumb hooked on Gojyo's navel and the nail caught on his skin. Hakkai's fingers didn't stop. They paused on his fly.
“Hakkai...” His voice was small, it caught in his throat. It stuck like he was, pinned to the dirty wall with a dirty hard-on and the blood starting to crash in his ears again. “Hakkai, please. Do something to me.”
Hakkai flicked open his own jeans first, and brought out his cock. He gave it a perfunctory stroke before attacking Gojyo's fly. “Alright, Gojyo. You did say you wanted out of these jeans.”
With his dick finally exposed, Gojyo rest his head against the wall and opened his eyes. Hakkai grabbed him and brought their hips together. He wrapped his hand around as much of the two erections as he could and started pumping them. His hips moved with his hand, and each motion sent Gojyo's ass smacking into the hard wall behind him.
Hakkai crawled his way on top of Gojyo and stayed there, rocking insistently into Gojyo's hips. His body covered Gojyo's and forced him into the wall. Between a hard place and Hakkai. His hips moved with Hakkai's as they rocked, and Gojyo's tailbone ached. His wrists ached from the wrong angle of the shakujou. His arms ached. His shoulders ached. His elbows ached. In many years of fighting, he had never known his elbows to ache.
Hakkai's cock was leaking, coating both of their dicks with precome. Gojyo mentally thanked whatever god may have been listening for the lubrication, becoming grateful for bodily fluids not for the first time in his life.
“Gojyo,” Hakkai said, his voice lost in the tangle of Gojyo's hair and the cold wall. He breathed hot against Gojyo's ear, and their faces smashed together. Gojyo felt the head of Hakkai's cock rubbing against the skin of his own. The precome mixed with sweat and the grime that covered both of them. Gojyo smelled it. He swallowed hard and focused on the desperate rhythm of Hakkai's hips, the blood swelling in his groin, the blood draining from his fingertips.
Hakkai shuddered, and Gojyo's whole body felt the trembling, disgusting demon on top of him tense. Hakkai's seed covered his hand, his softening penis. It flowed over Hakkai's hand and crept onto Gojyo's erection. A few drops dotted his abdomen, below his shirt. It dried quickly, and joined the crust that had already formed from the blood splattered on Gojyo's skin.
“Hakkai,” Gojyo said, but didn't continue. He gently thrust his hips into Hakkai's sticky hand. After a moment, Hakkai took Gojyo's cock in hand and stroked up and down the length. Gojyo breathed in and out, through his mouth.
He moved his hips along with Hakkai's hand and felt his cock swell. Pulling back, Hakkai stared at him. He didn't smile. Gojyo's cock ached. His hips ached, but he thrust into Hakkai's hand. Into the sweat, the grime, the semen. He thrust into the heat of it, the friction, the slide of Hakkai's fingers against his head.
Hakkai smiled.
When he came, he clenched his fists despite the bite of the shakujou's chain. He closed his eyes. He felt nothing. The orgasm spread a delicious numbness through his body. He felt needles pressing into his fingertips and that was all.
Gojyo opened his eyes. Green eyes stared back at him. All the carnage, all the blood and the death around them was gone. He smelled it. But he couldn't see it. All he could see were those eyes. And the carnage was gone from them.