Title: Bonds of silk
Pairing(s): Sanzo, Gojyo
Summary: Balance is a fine art, one a certain kappa is
Warning: Bondage, whipping/flogging.
Notes: Part of the moon weeps saga.
THE MOON WEEPS.
BONDS OF SILK.
The monk had ways of letting me know when he was
feeling the stress of what seemed like an endless road
trip and needed a little R`N`R.
Most of them were at the end of his gun or barked out
death threats. Today had been no expection. We were so
far up to 6 'do you want to die?', 3 'silence', a
shot in the air, 1 near miss of my face with a
bullet and that ice glare for good measure. Merciful
Goddess that was just this morning.
I was not looking forward to another hot afternoon
stuck in jeep, with his royal monk-ness bitching at
the slightest thing. I reckon he had a hard-on under
all those robes of his. I bet that's why he insists on
wearing them, even when it's so hot and humid.
Well, rain set in before long into the afternoon, not
nice drizzle, nope this was 'let's soak you before you
know it' kind of rain. It put a damper on all our
moods and Hakkai`s foot to the floor to get us to the
By the time we got there, it had stopped raining. Jeep
refused to carry on, he barely had the strength to fly
into my green-eyed lover`s ready arms.
Rain does odd things to our group. We all got a room
each for a change. Sanzo bitched about not wating to
see any of our faces till morning.
It was as I went for my smokes, I found the note in
my back pocket, only one person had a hand like that
Sanzo. `Mine at 9pm` was all it said.
Just like that bastard to demand attention. Still at
9 there I was at his door. He had left it unlocked so
I could slip in and flick the catch. The tiny sound
the only que I would ever give the cold monk that I
willing to play his game.
Sanzo looked up from the bed, wrapped only in a
towel, washboard abs caught in the moonlight. Milky
skin made even more pale, it made my breath catch and
I felt the beginnings of a erection. Walking over to
the chair placed in the middle of the room I set the
small, open backpack on the floor, making sure I took
my time. Sanzo's violet eyes glided over my body as he
looked from under his bangs.
Wearing only a old pair of jeans, my bare feet on the
wooden floor, I had tied up my hair for the night into
a long red tail, it swayed as I stood back up.
I adjusted my jeans to be more comfortable and
Sanzo's towel had disappeared before coming over to me
and the chair.
Eyes flashing death and need, still silent. But one
thing I had insisted on was control. Oh we had fought,
he had threatened. But I had won. It was how he wanted
the fight really to end. To be out of control for a
little while. To give him a release from stress. I
understood his need very well, still he don`t make it
Taking soft black lengths out the bag. Black on
white, it made him even more pale. Later on the color
scheme would change. I can feel him tremble, see blood
as he bites his lower lip.
Taking one hand, a little fight for show. He knows I
could break those delicate bones of his, but I am
careful. Every thing is a precious balance. Looping
the silk around both wrists to bind his hands behind
in mock prayer.
Reaching for another length as Sanzo kneels on the
chair seat, chest barly touching the top of its wooden
back. I tie his ankles together snuggly, leaving the
leftover silk dangle for now. Next I secure his
upper body in a intricate patten of silk rope, like a
spider spinning its web.
Taking a step back to look at the wonderfull sight my
prize makes. White and a little pink on the cheeks.
But its his eyes that blow me away. The normaly ice
hard violet hold a slight emotion. You have to look
hard to see it. With my usual cocky smile as I bend
down in front of him to our bag of toys.
The flogger has soft long leather strands, built for a
long slow evening of fun,or to punish one bitchy monk
for almost talking my face off again.
He walks round me like I am prey, eyes assessing the
silk lengths keeping my body in place. Light touches
here and there make my body tremble. I know that in a
moment he will hold no quarter in punishing me and it
"Eager tonight, Cherry-chan."
His voice is a mix of sexual purr and calculating
serious. He cups my face bringing our eyes to meet and
clash, but it is me that lowers my gaze first.
Trailing fingers down my spine followed by the whip's
tails. Gritting my teeth and willing my muscles to
relax for him.
Whack. Not too hard, just a warm up strike to my right
ass cheek. I get to draw breath before the next one
hits my left ass cheek. His timing is just right
between each lash thudding out my breath. The rhythm
slowly builds as my breath turns into gasps and then
panting. I can feel the heat rising of my body all
over. The red demon likes to make my skin as red as
his hair. Soft touches caress the burning stripes over
"That's for hitting me with that fan this morning,
Coming round to grasp my face in a strong grip again,
our eyes duel and again I drop my gaze first. There is
the flicker at the corner of his mouth. My shame burns
brightly in the soft moonlight. He bends over so I get
a good look at tight jean-clad legs. Nice but not my
thing. Oh the kappa is a pretty bit of work, this I
can`t deny. Still not my wet dream. He rummages in the
back pack selecting the next part of the game.
"You're hard, pretty boy."
Gojyo steps behind me, smack, smack, a broad band of
pain to my thighs. I can`t hold the moan in this time,
not now he is using more power. The strikes are
quicker as well, less time to draw breath. Twenty such
blows and tears slide down my cheeks, hoarse cries
mingle with the slap of leather on my skin. Tomorrow
will be a bitch to sit, each and every welt will nag
at me like a monkey begging for food. In my mind I
smile relaxing at his soft touch. Up my spine, round
neck and tilting my chin up. Careful not to brush the
wetness on my face.
Gojyo is good at ignoring my small show of emotions,
it makes it easier to let him have control. I can feel
his eyes on me as a long finger tracers my ear. His
touch says, you're mine.
"You will stay like that."
His soft clipped tone makes me aware of my weeping
cock, neglected like my tears. Quick precise moves and
he has the black silk untied from my now red skin. It
leaves lines of pure white in the rope's patterns. He
amazes me how with so much skill he can gauge my
He makes me wait, tidying up as he makes
preparations for the next bit of the game. I don't
like to admit I need this bit just as much as the
pain. With hands in the bag he orders me to lay down
on the bed, not bothering to see if I obey. We both
know I am his until the end has played out.
Small dip of the mattress and he is straddling me,
soft old denim brushing my abused skin. The gasp from
me as I grip the pillow to my mouth. Not a word.
Practiced hands spread cream over me, starting at the
shoulders to work down. I am aware of his arousal,
encased away from my touch. He keeps that for the
others, never me.
His hands follow a path over me and my eyes dip
half-lidded. My arousal pressed hard into the bed, I
am so close now. Light dims at the edge of my sight,
breath a constant sound of need. As Gojyo rubs my
back, I rock my hips in time with him. Finally I let
myself relax fully, let control float on the winds of
ecstasy. It's not his name I cry...
He finishes off coating my welts in cream and places a
blanket over my flesh as I lay there boneless.
The bed moves again as he sits on the floor, a small
spark in the moonlight across his face and life is
drawn with his first breath. Gently he presses the
butt to my lips and I draw my own deep breath. Fingers
shaky and weak touch his briefly.
He lights up his own brand of foul-smelling sticks.
Ashtray pushed between us both. Only one but it must
be enough for him, for with a smile he rises, snagging
the back pack on the way to the door. His shadow long
on the floorboards and then gone...
Until the next time.
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