Chapter 1

Kougaiji cringed from the touch of women all his life and he thought nothing could be as horrible and delightful but he found out that something was more horrible than a woman's touch: a man's.

Homura's chains bound his feet together, disabling his legs from moving and running away. The god's long arms were around his chest, pinning his own arms to his side. In other words, he was useless. Apparently, the heretic god had a fetish for bondage.

"What do you want?" Kougaiji gasped as he felt the god's long fingers playing with the rim of his leather pants. "Keep your hands to yourself bastard."

Amused, Homura lowered his fingers. "It's what we both want."

Kougaiji was horrified. "No. I don't think I want to have um . . . sexual relations with you. You are sick," he said and then with an after thought, he added "and gay."

Homura laughed his sick laugh, causing both his gold eye and blue eye to dance in delight. "Oh, believe me demon prince, I do not want to have relations with you either. No, we both want something else, don't we?" He pointed to his golden eye. "Does this give you a clue?"

The so-called demon prince looked at the eye and stared. This god did know, didn't he? The eye . . . it reminded him so much of some other being with the same color of eyes—a being with the most wonderful body he had seen. "Son Goku . . ." he breathed.

Homura smirked. Finally, he was getting somewhere. "Yes. Son Goku. Such a beautiful boy, isn't he? More beautiful still is his power. We both want him."

Kougaiji glared at his captor for the nth time and swore to himself that he would never walk through his palace's woods with such carelessness. They were in the woods, just so you know. "What do you want me to do? And let me go, dammit! You know I won't run away when something interests me."

The god considered the request, sighed, and let go of the angry demon. He knew that Kougaiji wouldn't run away, not when it concerns Son Goku anyway. Homura had observed the prince for days on end until he got enough proof for his suspicion that Kougaiji was attracted to the boy—heck, the discreet touches Kougaiji gave the boy during their frequent fights helped a lot. Actually, he felt a trifle jealous when he thought of it but he knew he had his own share of discreet touches. And anyway they were against the same adversary—

"The monk," Kougaiji said suddenly, drawing mister-big-shot-war-god-who-just-pops-out-of-nowhere-and-freaks-you-out out of his reverie. "He's not going to let Goku go. Although he tries to hide it, it's obvious to anyone but Goku how much he cares for the boy . . . and lusts after him."

Homura's eyes darkened at the mention of the monk more popularly called Sanzo. Even in heaven, he hated the man who had authority over Son Goku. But he had a perfect plan to deceive the shrewd monk. "He's not going to be a problem."

"This is stupid. Yes, I want him and you want him too. Do you realize how strong he is without that golden band of his?" Kougaiji didn't hear Homura's whispered "you have no idea". "It'll be suicide and besides, do you think that Goku would agree to this? He literally loves Sanzo."

"He doesn't have to agree."

"Rape?" Kougaiji choked out.

"Aa."

"You are sick. Truly sick. What do I have to do with your demented plans? You're strong enough to get him all by yourself. Also, for some reason, I have a feeling that you don't like sharing. So, why am I to be bothered with all this?" Kougaiji asked, narrowing his eyes at the god just in case.

Homura chuckled. "You are such a suspicious brat. I'm feeling rather generous and furthermore, I don't think my two subordinates would want to have anything to do with it. I really can't deal with three demons, whose powers are growing everyday, and a bad tempered monk."

Kougaiji sighed, giving into the temptation. "What do I have to do?"



A vein started throbbing on Sanzo's head as Goku moaned for the nth time about how hungry he was. He hit the boy with the paper fan a couple of times but, for some reason, the fan had lost its impact. Hopefully, the gun hadn't yet.

*Bang*

That shut him up.

"Maa maa," Hakkai said with that smile on his face. "We're nearing the town now Goku. You'll get food there."

"Yeah," Gojyo agreed. "We can all eat Yakee Saru there."

Goku glared at the man seated beside him. "Eat youself, Ero Kappa!"

"Maa maa."

*Bang*





A/N: There we go. What do you think of it so far? I know. It's the epitome of all clichéd stories but then, can we create anything original anymore?

This will be put in R later on when the actual action starts. But for now, be satisfied with this short chapter and my bad writing.

To my friend Sakura, who probably won't read this and won't know it's me besides: I know that this is like the fic we're creating together. I just like the plot and it isn't all like it, right? Don't worry I only got the first part. The rest will be created by my own demented brain.