Title: Omens
Author: Vamp
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Goku x Sanzo, Nii x Hakkai, Nii x Goku, Nii x Sanzo, Nii x Gojyo,
Gojyo x Nii.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my own disturbed plot bunnies, they just
happen to look a lot like some guys you all love. Nothing is made from this
fiction except for my own warm feelings.
Summary: A hall of mirrors can be made from broken dreams. Lost in a forest
with a mad scientist, out to get his foot on the next rung in a game called
research.
Warnings: Non con, blow job, man sex, Nii gets his own special creepy warning.
Author's notes: Mostly smut but a little plot, switching points of view.
Omens
Darkness pushed at the feeble light pooled about the fire. Trees too thick to
see any hint of the sky cupped over the small group, an oppressive feeling hung
over everything like invisible, dripping-slime. Each of the four travellers
felt the effects of the eerie landscape; it subdued even the normally chattiest
member to unusual quiet. An annoyingly slow working pace, woven between the
thick tree clusters was all they had been able to manage for what seemed like
days. And no one was too happy this would be the second night with the hard
earth as a bed.
"Just one more day at this pace," the words were spoken softly to
help ease their passage.
"Ch." Smoke drifted over the map from a violent snort. Hakkai folded
the map with care, and turned to begin preparing dinner. He didn't like how the
mist was rolling in about them like evil-spirited vipers.
"Try not to wander off too far, Goku, we don't need a repeat performance
of the last time." Hakkai's words held a deep warning that applied to the
entire group; none of them needed to get lost or hurt. Sanzo was particularly
irate with the constant and current interruptions to their travel itinerary. It
seemed as if the journey would never end.
##########
Cunning eyes watched as the campsite formed, the smell of cooking curling in
his nostrils until smoke forced its way over it. Clutching his ever-present
stuffed rabbit under one arm, Nii reviewed in his head the next moves in the
game. Hakkai would need to wash up everything after dinner, concerned the young
boy would get lost, and not trusting the water sprite to do a good enough job.
No, the healer would come down to this spot to complete his chore.
Nii let the tall demon-killer complete most of his task before springing
forward, capturing both hands in a hard grip and back round behind a green
cloth-covered back. Leaning forward, he breathed in the ear with cool metal
bands clipped around it.
"Boo."
He was delighted to feel the bunching of muscles in the brunet; idly, Nii named
each one of them as it was flexed in an effort to break free. With a half
smile, he relaxed his grip, and watched the renowned killer spin away from him;
the odd smile Hakkai wore not touching his eyes.
Both men stepped back and the mist swallowed them up. Retrieving his toy from
its silent audience over its master's actions, Nii smiled again; the mist
served to confuse one's sense of direction and deaden sound, so Nii could come
tantalizingly close, calling softly like a lover in his test subject's ears. He
did so enjoy this game! However, the green-eyed man was as crafty as his
pursuer and had proven to be annoyingly hard to snag, leading Nii on a merry
dance with that soft voice calling out in the mists as they played at cat and
mouse before Hakkai was finally captured.
Now the game was his. Soft, smooth buttocks quivered under his expert touch;
Hakkai was suitably restrained, strong metal shackles about his slender wrists.
Gagging him with his own sash had been a cock-hardening, naughty thing to do;
Nii would thank honey bunny later for the idea; right now it was once again
silent witness to its master's lurid actions.
Nii was surprised to find the Hakkai was still a virgin when his first finger
probed the self-made demon's tight anal ring; iron hard muscles clenched to
prevent his digit from intruding further. The healer screamed out when Nii
continued to push through, brutally tearing the fragile tissue. Odd, he
thought, considering how certain eyes caressed Hakkai's body; he'd expected the
two to be at it like rabbits. Still, Nii filed away that useful little piece of
information as he stroked his cock up and down the still-struggling man he held
in place. Leaning over his test subject, he whispered; "I'm honoured to be
your first real man." Then he pushed in his spit-slicked cock, laughing as
the demon struggled to get away from the dry, forced entrance. Saliva was
wonderful for improvised lubrication.
Nii clamped his hands on Hakkai's hips, pulling him back each time he wormed
away, never letting the hurting demon get completely free from his thick cock,
pounding in and out again; his peak quickly building up. He arched back
suddenly as his hot cum coated the torn and bloody passage he had been merrily
thrusting into seconds before.
"Ah."
Now he felt much better.
The edge taken off, and his appetite for the next stage whetted, Nii released
the now whimpering demon's hands from their restraints. He once again picked up
his plushy and melted back into the mist as he tucked himself back into black
slacks, his lab coat making him blend like a ghost.
Finally alone, Hakkai's nerveless fingers fought to find purchase on the knot
pressing painfully into the back of his head. The soaked sash chafed at the
corners of his mouth it had rubbed the skin raw. Eventually he loosened it
enough to raise it over his head. For a while, though, he just lay there,
thankful the ordeal was over. Now he thought he understood how Kanan felt with
the demons' seed resting in her belly. Roles reversed, what a sick joke of
fate, for some reason it made him smile in twisted pain. Hakkai panted on the
ground, glad to be alone with his all-consuming shame and morbid thoughts.
Later he thought, I'll get even with that twisted son of a bitch.
##########
The next stage was going to be challenge. Nii was counting on variables out of his
control, despite the long hours calculating various factors into his plan he
had already spent. Breathing a sigh, he walked back towards the campsite,
catching the scent of a particular tobacco smoke in the mist. How predictable.
Nii smiled to himself, he now had his live bait separated and now it was time
to effortlessly reel in the true prize.
Goku was the real challenge that the dark ex-sanzo had been dreaming about over
the last weeks. His unique inherent defences made the boy hard to capture without
setting them off, and Nii didn't really wish to taste the delights of a very
pissed off Seiten Taisei just yet, not while he was still gathering his
wonderful data about the ikkou. Instead, he planned to use the monk as
the chimp's Achilles' heel. And with enough bodily pain and damage, the boy
would hopefully pass out while his body healed, allowing Nii to finish off with
a rare, sour monk desert. Disarmed, Sanzo would be his to linger over. Better
still would be to fuck him with his damned banishing gun.
##########
I looked about nervously. Hakkai had warned us against wandering off in this
creepy forest and he had a damned fine point; the wrongness was crawling over
my skin like ants. I yelled at the stupid cockroach when he got up, intent on
leaving the small circle of light our fire cast, which seemed to hold back just
a little of the freaky mist. All the ungrateful git did was flip me a
one-fingered salute and that was enough to have me diving across set on
dragging his ass back. A frail hand shot out serpent-quick, stilling my hot
rush.
"Let him be. If he falls off a cliff it's his own stupid fault."
Looking into his violet eyes how could I not hold back a smile? Sanzo let out a
sigh as he let me go.
"Don't move; I have business to take care off." Rising, he left the
camp and quickly disappeared from sight.
"Sanzo?" My tone carried more of the worry than I would have liked.
Suddenly I wished I wasn't so alone, even the stupid peanut brain to share the
feeble fire would have been nice.
##########
Like a grinning idiot phantom his face materialized out of the darkness in
front of me. I'd leaned back to finish off the second of my cigarettes.
"Ukoku. I thought this was your doing." I got straight to the point.
Gun pointed at his temple, I schooled my face blank.
The start was sudden; he moved too quickly even for me, and I found myself with
the tables turned and my own weapon pressed hard up into my tightly clenched
jaw. Pinned against what had moments before been my retreat from the world. Cold,
hard steel, and a harder body pressed up against mine.
"Fuck off, asshole." It was a weak threat in this situation, but I
never considered submission, especially not to that twisted fuckwad.
"Now Kouryuu, be a good boy and call your pet." As if it wasn't clear
enough, he jammed the gun even harder into my jaw. The creak of bone was
discomforting at best.
He stretched my arms above me to shackle them in cold steel cuffs, a convenient
branch helping to keep me in place. This I would have to endure.
##########
The look on Goku's face was a delightful picture that I wish I had longer to
study. He flowed through so many emotions, finally settling on anger. His fists
that were clenched by his sides were clearly itching to act but while I had his
precious sun, my plan would work splendidly.
"Come over here." I didn't give the boy a chance to think. I
regretted that I had so little time! When the light brunet was an easy grasp
away from us, I told him to kneel between me and his beloved sun-haired, holy
emissary. He only complied with my demand, though, after a heavy sigh from the
captive at my shoulder. Always waiting for Sanzo's permission; I couldn't
decide whether it was foolishness or cleverness on his part. Perhaps he was
playing his own secret game? I decided to ask bunny-chan later what he thought.
"Undo his pants." I was surprised at how calm I felt, detached and
recording everything. Goku flinched at my words and hesitated, taking a large
gulp of breath before touching the cloth-covered groin. Wide golden eyes looked
up, drifting first to my own dark and then now-closed violet. He chewed on his
lower lip, clearly uncomfortable and it made me smile all the more.
"A blushing virgin I see. How cute."
"Ch. If that's what you think, idiot." The cold dulcet tones made me
laugh openly.
Was the rumour true? That the monk had more than just a mentor relationship
with his charge, that they were indeed lovers?
"Now mine, and do hurry up, or princess here gets a new hole." I
pressed the gun to dig deep into the soft flesh of Sanzo's neck, eliciting a
soft wheeze as the pressure on his windpipe built. Wooden fingers clumsily
opened my fly and pulled out my firm manhood. More orders that the boy followed
looking hot coals at me all the while.
Such passion! Such anger! It made me all the harder.
Engrossed, I watched him suck both of us off not enjoying either task, it was
like watching a balloon filling to bursting point as I pushed him further down
the path of rage. Satisfied, I enjoyed the sight of our mingling milky white
seed splattered over sun-kissed skin, a small death glinting in the faint
light.
Bang!
Bang!
Goku's body flew backwards, two shots shattering his collarbone as I placed a
bullet into each shoulder. Even so wounded he struggled to get up, a deep snarl
forming on his lips.
Bang!
Bang!
Kneecaps next. Let the bastard get me like that! Thankfully I had calculated
right; he sank into oblivion before the true monster could be called forward to
incite bloody, painful revenge. Part of me had hoped he would. I am such a
pervert.
Swinging the gun back round, one shot left in the chamber now aimed at Sanzo.
"Move and you join your pet on the floor, but unlike him you won't be
getting back up." My voice was cold and hard.
Had the mist muffled the sound? Time felt like a pressing thing on my shoulders
as I acted out the final stage of my plan.
##########
More trees! I couldn't see anything in this goddamn mist! Every step I took to
avoid one clump, I ended up -face-to-bark with another! I cursed freely,
letting the words flow as easily as the ones I used to entice the ladies into
my warm embrace at night.
"Fuck."
Suddenly, the hairs on the nape of my neck bristled like a big cat defending
its territory. I stopped, ears keen for the sounds of the enemy. None came.
Instead, I smelled something faint but distinct. Stretching out my demon
senses, I recognized that familiar odor instantly; the smell of spent sex.
"Not good." Hakkai had come this way, I was sure of that, but in all
the time I'd known him, I never knew Hakkai to spank the monkey. I walked
faster, following the scent, feet speeding up over uneven ground until I was
running, only narrowly avoiding the trees, crimson hair swinging in my
peripheral vision. Seeing something up ahead, I skidded to a halt just behind
the bowed form of our lost healer. The mist was thicker here, clinging to our
skin. The smell was stronger too. A frisson of unease ran down my spine.
"You want a hand?" All I got in reply was a shake of my buddy's
lowered head. Shit. It was like watching that night in the rain all over again;
the same hopeless feeling blanketing the air. At least there wasn't as much
blood as last time, and even if my best friend was pale and slipping into
shock, he was physically alive. I kneeled down beside him, déjà vu
smudging the edges of my vision. The fucking mist wasn't helping, either. Ugh!
That smell was stronger now, what the fuck had happened? Careful not to
encroach on him, I put a hand on his shoulder, intending to check for injuries.
"Head back, I'll finish up here." Hakkai's voice was weak, the
statement holding so much more than he was willing to share.
Belatedly, my mind pieced things together. Goku may have called me a peanut
brain, but I was no dumbass. Suddenly I wanted to be sick. No. Not that. Not to
this gentle soul, I shook Hakkai's shoulder, willing him to not lose the battle
against unconsciousness.
"I'm not going anywhere without you! Who did this!?!" My knuckles
were white against the darkened damp green of his shirt. A single syllable
floated up through the mist.
"Nii."
That's all I needed to know. One Doctor Nii was about to experience very
personally my feelings, once my retreating friend was safe at camp.
##########
Strangely enough it was the kappa I had first tasting of when both of us were
younger. A starving lad can be coached into a corner to part with little bits
of their body. Back then, neither one of us had any idea what tomorrow would
bring. Still I was on a roll, so why not catch them all, even if this one I'd
had in my collection for some time now. Done with the priest and his pet, I had
knocked out the surly man with the end of his own weapon. It seemed he didn't
like having it placed in such an unusual place. It's best to leave your
playmates alive; that way you can play again sometime. I set off to find the
half-breed for our bittersweet reunion.
Long-fingered hands wrapped themselves about my neck, tight, choking off the
air. My eyes widened in surprise at the swift attack from above and behind me.
How long had he been there?!?
"You're a bastard. You were then and you still are." Hot air tickled
my ear. His grip tightened slightly and I found my vision blurring round the
edge. My cock was instantly hard from the treatment he laid on me; I felt the
anger in the air like the mist on my damp skin. I realized that my game plans
had now been canceled.
"This is not going to be pleasant." He hissed at me.
I was right; for a known tender lover of both sexes he was more sadistic than I
had ever imagined he could be. He knew just the right amount of pressure to use
and he read my body like a book. Anger burned behind his eyes as he trapped me
with his weapon, such an unusual shape, it seemed eager to help him exact his
vengeance, but for which of my crimes, past or current, I did not know.
The drilling he gave me left me on the forest floor pooled in blood and other
fluids, my still rock hard cock weeping in delayed gratification, built up from
his attentions. I knew I'd have to rewrite all my previous findings on the
kappa. Under the lazy half-breed shell was more ambition than I had suspected.
I owed my sweet downfall mostly to my own pride; still, it was a good night of
fun even, if not all the ass I had planned on getting got nailed in the end.
Weakly, I felt in my lab coat pocket for my packet of smokes. Damn, the bastard
had lifted them off me. So cruel.
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