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Title: Switch
- Author: Meicdon13
- Pairing(s): Kougaiji x Sanzo
- Rating: NC-17
- Summary: It was a simple drunken mistake that left them in a very awkward
situation. And when they tried to remedy the said situation, it simply put them
in another one.
- Website: http://meicdon13.livejournal.com/
- Warnings: None
- Notes: An early attempt at smut.
Chapter
One : Demon Over Human
Sanzo's head hurt. It was throbbing and the light streaming into the room
through the window hurt his eyes. It seemed that he had a hangover from the
drinking contest he had with Gojyo last night.
The monk promptly rolled over, and with his back to the window, shut his eyes
and tried to go back to sleep. If Hakkai wasn't prodding him to wake up so they
could leave, he wasn't going to get out of bed. Through half-open eyes, he saw
his bare arm. He suddenly sat up. Since when did he have bare arms? Where were
his black leather arm-warmers?
He ran a hand through his hair. He looked at his hand. It was encased in
fingerless brown gloves. A panicked feeling was beginning to gnaw at the back
of his mind. Oh no…
He stood up and made his way to the bathroom; he felt like he was about to
throw up. He leaned heavily against the sink, his arms holding onto it for
support. It was slowly coming back to him. He raised his head and looked into
the mirror above the sink. The monk began hitting his head against the wall.
He was wearing Kougaiji's white outfit. The monk
couldn't believe it. The sleeveless single-button trench coat exposed his chest
as well as his arms. His pants fit the same but now they were white instead of
his usual black. A quick glance at the bedside floor revealed that his black
shoes had been replaced by white ones.
Please let it be a dream.
xxx
Kougaiji was in an extremely foul temper. He had
woken up wearing Sanzo's black clothes and smelling strongly of beer. Memories
of last night were crowding into his head and increased the pounding of his
hangover.
It had been a mistake, what they had done, and the clothes-switch was an even
bigger mistake. It raised awkward questions and the youkai
prince wasn't used to wearing the monk's outfit. Granted he was used to wearing
leather clothes but not ones that were so form-fitting and high-necked.
The sex wasn't bad. Maybe it was because he was drunk and the added thrill of
being with the enemy excited him. Kougaiji slammed
the door to the Hiryuu garage open and stalked over
to the fastest flying dragon they had.
"I can't believe that I got drunk," Kougaiji
muttered. "What was I thinking?"
What had happened anyway? His memory of that night was a bit confusing.
The last thing he remembered was Dokugakuji forcing a
bottle of beer into his hand and convincing him to drink with the other guards
and soldiers.
What Kougaiji didn't know was that whenever he had
put down his beer on the table, Dokugakuji and the
others refilled it. The one bottle that Kougaiji was
supposed to be drinking was actually the equivalent of six bottles.
xxx
Sanzo crept out of his room after making sure that nobody was in the hall. His
head was feeling better and he decided to risk going out of the inn to look for
Kougaiji and his clothes. Thankfully, he still had
his sutra but that didn't make him feel any better about fucking and switching
clothes with the youkai.
Upon further reflection, the sex part was nice…
Stop it! He shook his head, mentally chiding himself. This was not the
time to have perverted thoughts about someone who was supposed to be his
enemy. But could he help it if the enemy was hot?
Sanzo slapped his forehead as he stepped out of the inn. The others were
probably still asleep; the last few days had been tiring with countless demon
attacks and only the hard ground to sleep on.
As he walked he tried to organize his thoughts. Sanzo replayed everything in
his mind, like a movie.
xxx
Sanzo slammed down the beer on the table and looked blearily at the unconscious
kappa in front of him. The blond wanted to celebrate his victory with a
cigarette and was about to do so when the urge to throw up came over him.
Leaving Hakkai and Goku to drag the intoxicated redhead upstairs, Sanzo
stumbled out the back of the inn and clutched the wall, bent over and started
heaving. Nothing would come up though and after a few minutes, the monk sat
down on the ground.
"This is all the damn kappa's fault," he
muttered.
Movement from the bushes to the right signaled
someone's approach. Automatically, the blond stiffened and tried to keep alert
despite the alcohol coursing through his system. The footsteps were too erratic
and shuffled too much to belong to a youkai attacker
but he couldn't be too sure.
The moonlight lit up the inn's backyard as bright as silver daylight. Sanzo
watched with slight amusement as a seemingly drunken Kougaiji
tripped and stumbled into the middle of the backyard.
Kougaiji spotted Sanzo and moved a step back only to
lurch forwards again. "You!" he said, voice a bit slurred.
"What do you want?" Sanzo replied, proud that he
didn't sound as drunk as the youkai. "After the sutra again?"
"Fuck the sutra," Kougaiji replied a
bit unsteadily, taking a step forwards.
This is new…
"I don't even want the damn thing anyway," the maroon-haired youkai added as he sat down on the ground beside Sanzo.
"I'm dizzy…" he moaned, resting his head on his knee.
"Ch," Sanzo scoffed. "First time
drinking?"
"No," Kougaiji replied
indignantly. "This is just my first time drinking too much beer."
Suddenly, Kougaiji resumed talking about the sutra.
"I don't even get why that bitch wants that damn piece of paper anyway.
Hell, I don't know why she wants my father back! He was such a fugly bastard…"
Sanzo let the youkai continue raging on about his
useless sutra—which he had left in his room—and the useless bitch he was
working for. After a while, he got tired of listening.
"Shut up," he muttered.
"Why should I?" Kougaiji returned.
Apparently, there was still a feeling of animosity between them.
"Because your fucking babbling is making my head hurt."
"Why don't you make me, baldy?"
Sanzo growled low in his throat. Kougaiji gave a
lopsided, drunken smirk. The monk somehow found it seductive and once again
cursed the kappa for making him get drunk. Why else would he find Kougaiji seductive?
Suddenly, Kougaiji leant towards the monk, the smile
gone and replaced by a kind of hungry expression. The blond felt a prickle of
unease and he moved away a little.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he snapped.
"I want to feel something…" Kougaiji
whispered. "I've been feeling so empty for so long…"
Sanzo tried to stand up. In a flash, Kougaiji was
straddling Sanzo's waist, pinning his arms to his side. The blond immediately
began struggling but Kougaiji's youkai
strength made it impossible for him to do much.
Kougaiji pressed his mouth against Sanzo's, lips
surprisingly soft though a bit chapped. His brain immediately short-circuited.
He was acutely aware of Kougaiji's weight pressing
down on his body, the warmth he generated, and Kougaiji's
moans reaching his ears. Kougaiji sucked on Sanzo's
lower lip, begging for entrance.
Against his better judgment, he felt his body responding to the kiss. He
stopped struggling and opened his mouth willingly. The moment he did, Kougaiji let go of his arms and wrapped his own around
Sanzo's neck. The monk slowly felt himself getting hard. Kougaiji's
tongue was tattooing the roof of his mouth. The monk could taste the beer that
the youkai had drunk, mixed with a taste that was
distinctly Kougaiji's.
As he let his mouth be plundered, Sanzo slipped a hand into Kougaiji's
open trench coat and found a sensitive nipple. Pulling away from warm mouth, he
bent his head and licked the hard nub, drawing a sharp gasp from the figure on
his lap.
Kougaiji let him suckle his nipple for a while before
yanking his head back, hand clutching golden strands.
"More," he hissed and viciously attacked Sanzo's mouth.
Fingers fisted almost painfully in his hair and Sanzo almost cried out.
Instead, he wrapped strong arms around Kougaiji's
waist and pulled the willing body closer. The prince broke the kiss and marked
a wet trail to Sanzo's neck, his hands traveling
lower to unbutton the monk's pants. The redhead began biting and suckling the
exposed part of Sanzo's neck, his hand pumping the blond's
growing erection.
Sanzo moaned, hands fisting in the youkai's hair. He
finally managed to gather enough scattered brain cells to remember who was
currently straddling his waist and grinding their hips together. He used his
hold on Kougaiji's hair to force the youkai to raise his head.
"Stop," he whispered hoarsely.
"No," Kougaiji countered. Moving quickly,
he stood up and took off his clothes. The monk's breath caught in his throat at
the sight of the youkai's naked body. When the
redhead knelt in front of him to take off his clothes, Sanzo helped willingly.
Kougaiji pushed Sanzo to lie down and slammed his
mouth down on the monk's. The blond arched his back, rubbing his erection
against the youkai's. Kougaiiji
pinned Sanzo's wrists above his head with one hand and pressed two fingers of
the other hand against Sanzo's lips.
The blond sucked on them, eyes locked onto the youkai's.
He imagined it was Kougaiji's cock he was sucking and
ran his tongue along the length of Kougaiji's
fingers. The redhead moaned before yanking his fingers away and replacing it
with his tongue.
He reached down between Sanzo's legs and inserted a finger into him. The monk
hissed at the intrusion. The youkai bent down and
began to nibble at Sanzo's neck to distract him. After a while, Kougaiji added another finger, sliding them in and out in a
maddening rhythm that made Sanzo arch his back and beg for more. Lips crashed
together, tongues battled furiously.
Kougaiji leaned forward, pressing the head of his
cock against Sanzo's entrance. There was a pause where lilac locked onto
purple.
"Just do it," the monk moaned, arching his hips and yanking the
prince down again so they could share a heated kiss. Sanzo could feel Kougaiji slowly entering, the head of the youkai's member slowly pushing forwards.
Kougaiji started moving, stroking Sanzo's cock in
time to his thrusts. The blond's grip on his arms
tightened, blunt human nails breaking through skin and making deep red marks.
His entire body was on fire; he was burning and Kougaiji
was only making the fire burn hotter. He locked arms around the youkai, wanting it to end and yet last forever. Kougaiji bit down on Sanzo's collarbone and the monk gave a
surprised gasp, legs locking around the redhead's hips and forcing him deeper.
"Oh God!" Sanzo cried as Kougaiji hit his
sweet spot. He was so close and yet the pace wasn't enough. He encouraged the
prince to go faster, not caring how loud he was becoming. His gasps and moans
merged with Kougaiji's as they panted and clung to
one another.
A low cry escaped Kougaiji's lips as he came, Sanzo
following a few moments later. When he caught his breath, the first thing he
felt was the cold night air. He blindly groped for his clothes and began
putting them on, noticing that Kougaiji had begun to
do the same.
A headache was steadily creeping up on Sanzo. He closed his eyes and pinched
the bridge of his nose in the hopes that it might stop the approaching
headache. He leaned against the side of the inn, eyes closed, wishing that the
surroundings would stop spinning.
"Nothing happened."
At the sound of Kougaiji's voice, Sanzo opened one
eye and glanced sideways at the redhead. "What?"
A piercing lilac glare met his eyes. Even though the youkai's
voice was still a bit slurred and the gaze was a bit bleary, he still managed
to sound serious.
"What just happened was nothing. It was…" he struggled for the right
words.
"An accident," Sanzo supplied before standing up unsteadily. He
swayed a few times and was under the impression that Kougaiji
would try to catch him if he fell over. He shook his head then winced when
everything started spinning again. He made his way back into the inn, leaving
the youkai prince to fend for himself.
xxx
Sanzo slammed his fist against the side of the tree. He was in the forest near
the village and had been trying to think of how to find Kougaiji
and his clothes. Why was it every time he didn't want to see the redhead, he
was there and yet when he was needed, he didn't show up?
"No need to destroy the tree, Sanzo. It didn't do anything to you."
The blond's head snapped around to look at the youkai. Kougaiji was leaning
against a tree behind him, arms folded across his chest and head cocked to one
side. The prince frowned then raised a hand to rub against his temple.
Apparently, he was suffering from a hangover that was worse than his. Sanzo
took a sadistic pleasure from that fact.
"I want my clothes back, monk," Kougaiji
said.
"You can have them," Sanzo spat.
They stared at one another for a few minutes.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Kougaiji
asked. "Do you want me to take them off for you?"
Sanzo glared at him, hands going to the single button that held the trench coat
closed. "I am not stripping while you simply stand by and watch. I'm not
taking off anything unless you take off something too."
"Fine, asshole."