Title: Progression
Author: zangetsugirl
Website: http://zangetsugirl.livejournal.com
Word Count: 892
Rating: PG-13 (There's more sexual content than my usual--not that
that's saying much--but no bodily fluids, so it didn't get bumped all the way
up to R.)
Obligatory Disclaimer: Y'all know the refrain--I do not own Saiyuki.
Summary: They're not lovers. They're not friends. They're not
even allies. And they're not going to leave each other unscathed.
Notes: The original prompt was Saiyuki--any characters, "teach me to
be more adaptive." The original idea I had was a mildly slashy
conversation between two very different leaders. I have no idea how I got
from there to here. This is Sanzo/Kougaiji, with a brief mention of
Sanzo/Gojyo.
The first time it happened, Kougaiji was just
looking for a quick fuck. The identity of the other person hadn't even
registered at first. Then he'd been swamped by a sickeningly familiar
rise of power, seconds before the Maten sutra erupted at Sanzo's command.
Kougaiji found himself spread out on the bed and held completely immobile by a
power that could just as easily have killed him.
Sanzo stood silently in the middle of the small
room and stared down at the bound prince. Kougaiji held his breath and
waited for him to make a move. After a few minutes, Sanzo seemed to come
to a decision. He moved over to the bed, and Kougaiji breathed.
Sanzo reached out. Kougaiji tensed in
anticipation, but he'd misread the monk once again. Instead of touching,
he slid the twin bracelets off Kougaiji's right wrist. After that, he
moved on to the matching chokers, the plain metal coronet and Kougaiji's
ever-present earrings. There was nothing rushed or frantic about Sanzo's
movements, but his intent was clear, as he methodically, completely bared his
captive's body.
Kougaiji was breathing heavily by the time Sanzo
threw his jacket aside and reached for his belt. He closed his eyes when
Sanzo flicked the belt open, but opened them again almost immediately. He
needed to see. He kept his eyes on Sanzo as the monk slowly drew
his pants down his legs, then completely off. Then, and only then, Sanzo
moved away from the foot of the bed. He rested a proprietary hand on
Kougaiji's hip and leaned over to look him in the eyes.
"Is this what you wanted, oh prince?" he
asked. Sanzo's voice was mocking, but Kougaiji sensed that his answer was
more important than the tone of the question implied.
"Yes," he said unflinchingly. Sanzo
graced him with a particularly nasty smile and gestured with his free
hand. The bonds of the sutra vanished, and Kougaiji could finally—finally!—reach
out.
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The second time, Kougaiji attacked the Sanzo ikkou
while it was raining. Goku leapt at him immediately, only to jump back
when Sanzo fired two shots that could just as easily have hit either of
them. Goku stared at him for a minute, then abruptly turned and
intercepted Lirin before she could jump on Sanzo's shoulders. Sanzo
nodded sharply and ran into the forest, away from the battle. Kougaiji
followed.
There was no hiding, no game of cat and mouse
between the trees. All they needed was a little distance, as a stand in
for the privacy they wouldn't get this time. Before long, Sanzo stopped
and turned to face him. Kougaiji saw the barely-leashed violence in his
stance, the self-hatred in his eyes and the invitation in the curve of his
lips. He answered with the press of his body, the bruising grip of his
hands and the scrape of sharpened canines across vulnerable human skin as he
fucked Sanzo until the sun came out.
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The third time, Sanzo smelled of that filthy
half-breed. The scent was everywhere—on his clothes, on his skin—and
it was driving Kougaiji crazy.
"What," he growled, "have you been
doing?"
The smug bastard had the gall to smirk at
him. "What, you can't tell?" he purred. "I would
have thought you'd be able to," he continued, circling around behind
Kougaiji and leaning in close. "Can't you smell him on me?"
Sanzo whispered right in Kougaiji's ear.
That was it. Kougaiji whirled around
and shoved Sanzo up against the wall. "Yes," he snarled
before he captured those smirking lips in a fierce kiss.
Sanzo couldn't walk the next day, and refused to
explain why. The collection of bloody claw marks and livid bruises
adorning his entire body told the story quite eloquently, though.
Kougaiji himself returned home sporting a black eye, a broken arm, three
bruised ribs and a bullet in his leg.
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There wasn't a fourth time. Kougaiji barely
took one step through the door to Sanzo's room before Goku was on him. If
not for Kougaiji's superb reflexes and intimate knowledge of Goku's fighting
style, he'd have probably lost his head in the first two minutes.
Then Kougaiji heard two noises that guaranteed that
the fight was over, almost as soon as it started. The first was Lirin's
voice. The second was the sound of Sanzo cocking his Smith and
Wesson. The shocked look on Goku's face told Kougaiji what he'd see even
before he turned around. Sure enough, Sanzo stood just behind his sister,
with his gun pointed at the back of her head. Kougaiji drew on centuries
of leadership to steady his voice.
"Some other time, monkey. Lirin, let's go
home." He crossed the distance between them and laid a hand on Lirin's
shoulder. Then he met Sanzo's eyes and sent the monk's silent message
back to him.
This is what I will not allow you to take.
Sanzo uncocked the gun and stepped back. It
was as much of a concession as Kougaiji was going to get from him, and they
both knew it. Kougaiji reached for his power, and let it carry himself
and his sister away.
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There wasn't a last time, and there was always a
last time. Every time they touched, they both swore it would be the last,
and every time, they kept coming back.
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