AN: This chapter may be a little hard to read at times again. I love it, but I cringe too. More whump, more torture, more sadistic Nii.
Yaone reaches out to the best rescue team she knows. Nii has his hands on Sanzo again... and Kougaiji. What lengths will the demon prince go for the sake of his enemy?
Credit to Qualapec the She-Wolf for starting this story and writing chapters 1-5.
Chapter Content Warning: language, violence/torture, dub con themes
See below for possible trigger warnings.
Chapter 21
Climbing a steep road in the mountains of India, Hakkai started to feel a bit woozy with the increasing altitude. Gojyo was already looking a little worse for wear, but fortunately Goku looked like he was doing fine. Other than his constant sulking.
Hakkai sighed. The ache of his healing wounds was just another reminder of why Goku was in a funk. He tried to tell the boy not to trouble himself about what he had done, but Goku was not letting it go that easy.
Seriously, he had not blamed him. It could have been any number of things beyond the monkey's control that would have caused such a frenzy. Gojyo believed it to be the sutra, but Hakkai reasoned it could have also been the minus wave, or Goku's lack of sleep effecting his limiter's control. He was not sure what it was, but it was especially perplexing since the boy had not looked like Seiten Taisei…
A sudden shadow from the cloudless sky overhead turned Hakkai's attention upward. Flying dragons. "Hey, guys, looks like we've got company from Houtou Castle. Let's first find out what they want before attacking this time?"
"Like I am in the mood for any fighting, Hakkai? Tell those demons to buzz off." Gojyo groaned and hung over the side of Jeep's door a little more.
Looking towards the back, the healer saw Goku continue to stare out to the side with complete disinterest. The boy really had it bad.
Bringing Jeep to a halt, Hakkai carefully climbed out, more than a bit surprised when he saw who landed and was running their way. "Yaone, what brings you out this way?"
"Hakkai, Gojyo, Goku, you have to help me. Dr Nii has taken Sanzo, and I need your help to save him," she pleaded breathlessly with her hands clasped in front of her.
"Why should we help you?" Goku asked angerly from the back of the Jeep. "You guys have been torturing Sanzo, so why would you ask us to help save him?"
"Please, you have to believe me, I had nothing to do with that. I've been trying to keep him alive and heal him this whole time. We were going to escape, then that bastard attacked, and now he has him again. He's going to kill him this time, I'm sure!" Yaone's large eyes were wide with fear.
"How do you plan on us helping? That Nii guy kicked our asses last time we ran into him," Gojyo drawled behind a cigarette.
"I'm not sure, but I can at least get you to the castle. I brought an extra dragon with me."
Hakkai contemplated the scenario; they had a guide and a way inside Houtou Castle where Sanzo was being held. The monk was most likely going to be out of commission, but if they could get the sutra to him then he might be of some assistance. The three of them plus Yaone and possibly Sanzo might be enough to at least break in and break out. Problem was, they were hardly in their best form right now.
The sight of Goku walking over towards the dragons drew Hakkai's attention. "Goku?"
The boy turned, a dead serious look in his golden eyes. "What are you guys waiting around for? We need to get Sanzo back."
Relief lightened the apothecary's features at hearing this, and Hakkai had to smile. "This would be our best chance at that." Turning, he asked the redhead, "What do you say, Gojyo?"
The hanyou rubbed the back of his head. "Sounds like a fool's plan, but someone has to look out for you two fools." He jumped out of the jeep and lazily made his way to the dragons behind Goku.
Hakuryuu transformed and chirped above Hakkai's shoulder. "Looks like you have our assistance, miss Yaone," Hakkai said, smiling politely.
"Thank you." She bowed. "We can come up with a plan while we fly. We need to hurry."
As he slowly awoke, Sanzo's head swam from whatever gas had been used to knock him out after Nii and Kougaiji's fight. Opening his eyes, the room tilted a bit. It was a dim lit room with metal walls and a table in the middle.
"Was wondering if you were going to wake up," said a familiar voice to Sanzo's right. There, he could see the red-haired demon prince sitting against the wall with a long cut across his chest.
With a great amount of effort, Sanzo pushed himself to also sit against the cold steel wall. "What is this place?" he asked, grasping his once again bleeding shoulder.
"I'm not sure, but I'd wager it's one designed by that mad scientist. The doors are locked. There are a few weapons and tools on the table, but I don't know what they are for. I've already tried summoning to get out, but to no avail." Kou looked disgruntled.
"Hmm." It was quite puzzling to Sanzo why Kougaiji had been taken and locked in the same room, but he knew the prince had no idea either.
"He he he, glad you are finally awake Sanzo-sama. It's been quite a few hours." A sleezy voice Sanzo knew could only belong to a certain evil genius sounded over a speaker. "Well, now that I have both of your attentions, I will explain your situation. I have an assortment of terrible things that one of you must do to the other. Draw from the bag of tiles on the table that will list the challenges. Complete them all and I'll let the young prince go free. You may divide them amongst yourselves how you like, but Kougaiji has to carry out more than half of them in order to be released. Have fun. I know I will."
The youkai stood with fists clenched "That bastard thinks he can manipulate me?" he fumed to himself. "I'm not playing your stupid game, Nii. Just forget it. I'm not in that much of a hurry to leave."
"Oh, I guess I forgot to mention, any challenge you don't complete will result in me doing it to the both of you." The speaker voiced.
Kougaiji growled in defiance.
Hiding his weary eyes behind a thick curtain of bangs, Sanzo slumped. "He is serious… Best get on with it Kougaiji."
"No! I'm not going to be his puppet." The last word was spit out like a bitter seed.
"You want to get out of here? That's how you do it. It's an easy solution." What was the guy squabbling about anyway? It was not like they were friends. The choice should have been simple.
"I'm not some depraved sadist, Sanzo. I'm not going to torture a man who can't even stand."
"You don't, and it happens to me anyway." Sanzo gave him a hard glare. "What good does that do?"
Kougaiji roared in desperate anger. "I don't know. But I… I can't." He stood shuddering.
"Fine." Shaking, the priest lurched to his feet and limped slowly to the table with the bag of tiles. "I'll do it then," he said with a hard edge to his breathless voice as he drew out a tile. With a frown, Sanzo silently read the tile: Rip off a toenail. Glancing over at the various tools on the table, the priest spotted a pair of pliers. Easy enough, he thought bitterly. Grabbing the pliers from the table he hobbled over to the defiant prince and shoved the tile in his hand for him to read himself.
With a clench of his jaw, Kougaiji stood squarely. "Do what you must then."
Sanzo kneeled and looked up at the blazing red eyes. "Sit down."
After a surprised glance down at the monk, Kou acquiesced with a huff.
It had been a long time since Sanzo had felt any emotion towards causing something else pain, and the youkai prince was no exception. With a cold detachment, he positioned the pliers to clasp Kougaiji's smallest talon-like nail of his bare left foot and gave it a hard yank. They both groaned in pain, as Sanzo's injured arm was hardly up for the physical task of torturing someone, and Kougaiji's nerve endings were flayed.
Pulling himself up to stand while the prince still attempted to recover on the ground, Sanzo dropped the pliers clasping the bleeding nail to the ground. "Now, shall I go again, or are you going to man up?"
The intense red eyes flared up at Sanzo with seething hatred. "I'm man enough, you bastard. I'm just not a cold‑blooded killer like you."
Sanzo replied with a mirthless snort. "I may be, but at least I'm not a spineless coward. You want to stay here and endure that creep's torment then go right ahead; I'll take another tile. I won't suffer needlessly if I don't have to."
Kougaiji stormed over to the table and ripped a tile from the bag. "You heartless son-of-a-bitch." Looking down at the tile, his face noticeably paled.
"Well?" Sanzo asked dryly.
Unable to bring himself to read the horrifying words out loud, Kou employed the same tactic as Sanzo and handed the tile to the priest.
Break an arm.
"The hammer is probably easiest," Sanzo said impassively, inclining his head to the table.
"Nothing is easy about breaking someone's arm! How do you not understand that?"
"I'm not saying any of this easy, but I'm telling you to take the best fucking option! How do you not understand about having to make the tough choices? Has your life always been so easy, you can't make the call when it comes to an ugly decision?"
"What do you know about my life?" Kougaiji's form became rigid and Sanzo could have sworn the man was about to punch his lights out.
"About as much as you know about mine." He fixed a scathing glare onto the prince before placing his useless left arm on the table. "Now do it already so you can get out of here."
Even through the obvious contempt the youkai held for him, Sanzo could see the hesitation when Kougaiji swung the hammer down. The man really was a softy. And while overwhelming pain drove the monk to his knees, he thought of how relieved he was that Yaone would at least serve someone with a heart.
"Fuck!" Sanzo yelled clasping above the break in his arm, and he leaned his head against the table leg.
Kougaiji did kneel down and looked over the monk with concern but did not say anything.
"Pick another tile. Let's get this over with," Sanzo said between clenched teeth.
Wordlessly, Kougaiji rose to choose another challenge. It seemed the prince was at least beginning to accept what had to be done.
Sanzo waited for a while in suspense before hearing Kougaiji finally declare, "I'm not doing this one." He tossed the tile into the monk's lap. "You do it."
Flipping the tile over Sanzo read: Drink one pint of the other's blood. The very thought of it made him cringe with disgust. "Why the hell not? You're the demon. I would think drinking a Sanzo's blood would be considered a delicacy even."
Kougaiji was getting more and more irritated by the monk. "Ugh, I'm not a vampire! I'm trying to be practical for crying out loud," he said with barely contained anger. "You want to make it out of this alive or have you given up? Excuse me for realizing I am the only one who can afford to lose a pint of blood right now."
He had to admit, Kou finally had a point. It was more practical for the youkai to lose a pint of blood than himself. He still felt anemic and could barely stay upright without blacking out. "Fine." Problem was, he did not know if he could stomach it.
After hearing Kou grunt and then the sound of trickling fluid into a dish followed by the clang of a knife back on the table, Sanzo's stomach already began to churn. A pint of demon blood on an empty and already nauseas stomach was not going to go over well. Several minutes later, a clear bowl filled with a dark red liquid was presented to him, followed by the youkai prince sliding down to sit as he bandaged his wrist with a piece of his vest.
Sanzo stared at the offensive fluid and took a dry gulp before picking it up. A long exhale escaped him as he fortified himself for the task. "Cheers," he said before chugging the warm, viscous blood.
Unfortunately, it was as awful as he had imagined. Not that Kougaiji's blood was any worse than any other demon's, but Sanzo hated the taste of blood. The coppery smell hit his nostrils and reminded him of death. The salty, metallic flavor reminded him of all the times he had bathed in the blood of those slain after a gruesome attack. He dared not stop to breath after he started and continued to guzzle it down, trying to block out what he was doing from his mind. Finally, he had finished, and he coughed and sputtered a dribble past his blood-soaked lips before covering his mouth to keep from vomiting it all up.
"Geez, glad to know I taste so awful," Kougaiji said dejectedly.
"You taste like shit."
"Hmph, you really are terrible." The prince rose to pick out another challenge and wavered a bit when he stood. Trying to block the emotion from sounding through his voice, he read, "Drive a nail through the other's hand, and leave it there."
Sanzo heard the tools being picked up from the table and saw Kougaiji squat down by him. "Looks more like a stake," the prince said as he held out the nail.
Heart clamoring against his chest, Sanzo looked at the ugly squared nail. It was indeed rather wide and long. "At least it doesn't have barbs," he said dryly, almost shuddering at the flashback of the last time he had something metal driven through his body.
With a suspicious yet knowing frown, Kou stared at the priest. "Yeah…" He shifted uncomfortably. "So, think you can handle it?"
"I've survived this long, haven't I? Just do it already." Sanzo tilted his head down to his left. "Left hand is useless anyway."
Kougaiji's jaw squared as he noted the healing, mangled wrist. "What happened there anyway?" he asked softly.
Irritated by the question, Sanzo almost blew him off, but he felt like giving his absurdly concerned enemy an extra jab. He answered honestly, "Chewed up by barbed wire followed by twice ripped stitching and a severed tendon for good measure to make sure the message 'back off' got to your apothecary loud and clear… If you really want to know."
Kou shook his head with regret and looked away as though blaming himself for whatever reason. At least he did not give any ridiculous bullshit apology. Instead, he just met his eyes with a deep sympathy as he positioned the nail over his hand. The prince looked at the nail to aim and struck, but he closed his eyes immediately after just as if he had been struck himself.
Belting out a long groan followed by a strong curse towards the gods, Sanzo tried to control the pain. He was surprised the nail could add that much to the already considerable pulsing pain traveling up his arm. As he sat waiting for the debilitating wave of agony to subside, he began to wonder what the point of any of this was. Surly, he would die after all this was over, so why fight? Why care about whether Kougaiji got away or not?
Shaking his head, Sanzo decided he could not let himself think about it. He had to fight and that was it. Fight until he was dead; because until he was dead, there was no giving up. Even if all the odds said there was no hope.
The youkai brought him back to reality when he stood up and said, "I'll grab your tile for you." He returned and handed him the small, stone rectangle.
Twenty lashes with the cat o' nine tails.
Sanzo's mouth twitched into a deeper frown. He knew Kougaiji had read it as he saw the prince start to remove his vest. "You are going to have to do this one." Sullenly, he shoved the tile towards the disrobing man.
"What? No, Sanzo, you are in enough pain. I can handle it."
"Che', this isn't some kind of masochistic bravado." Sanzo bore his violet gaze into the prince's dumbstruck eyes. The only way he could admit his weakness was to give his best intimidating glare, and even then, it was just as painful as taking that nail through his hand. "I won't be able to swing the damn whip for it to get the job done."
Kougaiji's face paled and he slowly pulled his vest back onto his shoulders. Swallowing, he resolutely nodded before heading to the table to grab the weapon. "How do you want to do this?" he asked with a hollow voice.
Sanzo sighed. "Here's fine," he said as he turned towards the table, kneeling but keeping the weight off his injured knee. Holding on to the edge with his good hand, he waited in suspense for the first strike. After it had not come right away, Sanzo turned to glare at the hesitating fool.
There was a war going on in Kougaiji's mind as he looked on, horrified, at Sanzo's freshly scared back from the very same weapon a few weeks back. Then he lost his fucking shit. Throwing down the whip, the prince screamed. "This is insane! I'm not going to torture a man who has been tortured already for weeks on end. I'm not a monster. Do the ones you can, Sanzo, and the rest we'll suffer together. I'd rather have the whipping, and the nails, and the broken bones, and all the hideous torture then to do it to someone else. I don't care about escaping anymore. It isn't worth it."
Sanzo ground his teeth at the spineless coward's rant. That was all well and good, and normally he would not give a rat's ass about the prince's wellbeing and whether he got out of there except… "What about Yaone?"
Blinking, the prince stood staring wide eyed at the monk. "What do you mean?"
"Do you know where she is? If she is ok? If she would do something foolish, like risking her life to rescue your sorry ass if you did not get out of here?"
"No. But it's your 'sorry ass' that got her and us into this mess. Even if I do escape, she will probably still risk her neck trying to save you." He spat the last word with more contempt than Sanzo had ever heard from the prince before.
Sanzo seethed. That dumbass was still not using his brain. "Maybe, but isn't it your job to make sure she stays safe? How are you going to do that here? Would you not do anything to keep her out of danger?" If looks could kill, Sanzo was sure the price would have fell over dead from the glare he was shooting him.
"You fucking bastard. Of course, I would do anything for her. I would give my life for her because I –"
There was a tense moment of silence as they stared at each other.
"Thought so," Sanzo said harshly as he sneered and turned back into position for the whip.
He heard Kougaiji pick up the whip and ready the strike, but Sanzo's victory was bittersweet as he felt Kougaiji letting his anger out on his back. After the first five strikes though, he felt the youkai ease up and make a conscious effort to make the lashes hurt as little as possible. Not that it helped much at that point. Sanzo was already shaking with the effort to stay upright as each new strike ripped through him. By the time they reached fifteen, the monk sunk down and was barely holding himself off the ground with his right arm. He could see and feel the blood dripping onto the floor below him. He could have sworn there was no skin left on his back by the time Kougaiji finished.
For a minute afterwards, Sanzo remained, trembling, in the same position before moaning as his arm gave out and he lay in the puddle of blood.
"Sanzo!" Kougaiji rushed over, throwing the whip as far away as possible. He turned the priest to his side and tapped his cheek to wake him up.
"Fuck off," Sanzo mumbled with his eyes still closed. But Kou stayed vigilant, not leaving the monk's side. Fucking buzzard, he just wanted a goddamn minute to lay down.
"Come on, don't give out on me. We've got to get through this remember?" the annoyingly urgent voice demanded.
Sanzo shot his eyes open and began pushing up from the ground to sit. "Screw you. I'm fine. I just needed a minute."
The prince held his arm and angled him to sit so that his right shoulder was against the table leg and not his back. There was a desperately concerned look in his eyes, and once he got the priest settled, he sat against the opposite table leg and rubbed his face. "I hate this. It isn't fair... I'm so sorry, Sanzo."
"Che', save it for someone who cares." Sanzo drew in a long breath. "Now, what's the next one say?"
Once the final tile had been completed, the two suffering men were a broken and bloody mess. Sanzo lay on the ground barely conscious, and Kougaiji sat exhausted against the wall with the set of pliers he had just used hanging limply from his hand.
The mechanical door to their right sounded before a dark figure entered the room, his glasses catching the glare. "Oh ho ho, what a show you boys put on. Congratulations on your completion of the trials." The cloying voice slithered towards them. "Since you did execute the most tiles, Kougaiji, I will let you go as promised… But not just yet." Nii turned his head downward revealing his cold, black eyes and evil grin.
Using what little strength he had, Kougaiji lunged at the traitorous bastard, but before he could reach him, a couple youkai silhouettes appeared behind Nii and grabbed the prince's arms. "What is this? Unhand me. I did what you asked; now let me go this instant, you fraud!"
Looking to his left and right at the muscular beasts holding him, Kougaiji noticed they were not just any regular youkai. "What have you done, Nii? What are these things."
Cackling, Nii answered, "Oh these? These are my new soldiers." The two zombie-like thugs led Kougaiji towards a set of shackles on the wall and chained him up as the scientist continued. "You know that wonderful bracelet I gave you? Well, I perfected the device, and made it into a chip that is implanted. These two were once just regular, useless youkai, but now they have enhanced physical and combat capabilities. I'd say they are at least as strong as you were with the bracelet, and much more loyal. They will do anything I tell them to do. The perfect soldiers. I'll no longer need you and your little followers to go after the remaining scriptures. These guys should have the Kouten and the Maten Scriptures in no time."
Kougaiji growled and struggled against the chains despite the pain it caused from the stab wound in his arm. When he saw Nii walk over to the weak but glaring monk on the ground, Kou felt an odd surge of protectiveness come over him. "Leave him alone, you bastard!"
A gentle comb-through of Sanzo's hair by Nii's long fingers turned rough as he grabbed a fistful of the blond locks and yanked the priest's head up. "Did you enjoy doing my bidding and torturing your enemy, Genjo-kun?"
"Go to hell," Sanzo rasped. Even from Kougaiji's distance he could see the burning hatred in the monk's violet eyes.
Unceremoniously, Nii dropped Sanzo's bruised face back onto the stone floor and turned to Kougaiji. "It seems you were willing to do a lot for this mass-murdering priest here, prince. You took on as many of the more painful and damaging challenges as you could, and clearly, you would have taken on all of them if your freedom were not at stake. So tell me, little prince, would you trade your freedom for his?"
Standing speechless from the shock of such an ultimatum, Kougaiji looked over to Sanzo who looked similarly surprised for a second before placing his indifferent scowl back in place. Would he trade? His honor told him he should, and his empathy also told him he should. His reason, however, told him he should not. Sanzo was still technically his enemy; he stood in the way of his only chance to save his mother. Sanzo was also in serious need of medical treatment and therefore unlikely to even survive if he were let go… But that was why he needed out of this place the most. There was no more reason for debate. "I will. You can take me instead of Sanzo and let him go free."
"What?" Sanzo lifted his body and rested it on his elbow to better glare at the prince. "You idiot! What the hell do you think you are saying?"
Nii looked amusedly back and forth between the two quarreling.
"I'm doing what is right, priest. Something you could try for once. I'm not as likely to die in here as you are."
"You're still a short-sighted moron! Did you already forgot why you went through all that to escape? You're just going to let go of what was important to you? Because I sure as hell won't be protecting anybody."
Yaone… Kougaiji closed his eyes. Maybe he was a fool. The monk was right; if he stayed as Nii's captive then there would be no one to keep the woman he cared for safe.
"My, what chivalrous gestures. Who knew you cared so much for each other?" Nii drawled. "Tell you what, I won't make it that hard. I'll give you a different option Kougaiji-kun. Right after this you can go free, I swear." He held up his hands in sincerity. Then walking over to Sanzo again, Nii knelt down behind him and laid a hand on the curve of his waist. Sanzo was barely concealing his horror behind a tense sneer, but then his mask slipped when Nii's hand continued down and Kougaiji could see how truly terrified he was of the man. "Would you trade places with Sanzo in getting fucked?"
Sanzo tried to remain stoic, but Kougaiji was losing his shit. What the actual fuck? That creep was beyond demented. Holy hell! Was he serious? The prince's heart slammed against his ribs at the thought of either he or Sanzo being raped by the sadistic pervert. He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, and looking desperately at the priest, he could see a stony resignation had set in. "No…" He shook his head in disbelief. "What kind of messed up sicko are you, Nii?"
The creep just shrugged like this was no big deal. "A horny one," he answered glibly.
"No. This is insane. You can't do this."
"Oh, I can. And you better choose because your freedom is on the line," Nii said darkly. "Either I fuck you, or I fuck Sanzo while you watch. Then you can go free whichever way."
No, no, no, no, no. Shit, this isn't happening.
Grabbing Sanzo by the hair, Nii yelled impatiently, "Choose, prince! You have until I get inside him to decide." Roughly, Nii grabbed at the waist of Sanzo's sweatpants and yanked them below his hips, earning him a kick towards the face which he easily dodged.
Sanzo attempted to fight him off, even in his horribly wounded state.
"Hold him down guards," Nii calmly addressed the souped-up goons as he continued towards Sanzo's boxer-briefs.
"Stop!" Kougaiji called halting Nii's advances. "I'll take his place."
This announcement won the prince an angry, incredulous glare from the monk still being held down.
Sanzo clearly did not understand why Kougaiji would trade places, but that was because he did not understand compassion. A demon, the son of Gyumaoh, had a better sense of humanity than a Sanzo priest. It was not that Kougaiji liked the guy, but he would not stand by and do nothing for any person in this circumstance.
Nii stood up, appearing as smug as a serial killer getting away with another murder. "Oh ho. How about that. What do you say, Kouryuu? Any objections about this trade?"
"That guy never learns. He can choose to make useless sacrifices if he wants at this point; I don't give a damn," Sanzo said gruffly.
"You would just sit by and watch as I do what I like to this boy in your place?"
"I said, I don't give a damn. Unlike softy over there, I know the world is a cruel place and I can deal with letting it happen." The monk suddenly looked a hundred years old. Like the world had hammered in that hard lesson a thousand times over in his long, yet short, life.
"Would it change your mind at all if I told you Kougaiji is sacrificing his virginity for you? That you are willing to take the virtue of royalty in trade for your own worthless body?"
The look on Sanzo's face nearly broke Kougaiji. The confidence in the arrogant monk's persona shattered, and he could see the torment of the gears turning in his head as he actually contemplated retracting his decision.
"I never said I was a virgin, you pervert! Just where do you get off making such unfounded claims? I've had sex plenty of times; by men, women, humans, and demons – top and bottom." Kougaiji was floored. What Nii said was true, but that vile man had no right holding that against Sanzo. Virgin or not, it did not matter. It all had to go sometime. He had hoped his first sexual experience would have been with the woman he loved – the woman he would marry, who would one day be his queen – but it would be selfish to value that over saving someone else.
The monk all but rolled his eyes at Kougaiji's claim and Nii doubled over in laughter.
"Ah ha ha ha ha! Wow, that is funny. Kougaiji-chan, don't try and kid me; I know many things, and the fact you have been saving yourself for someone special was not even a difficult piece of intelligence. Why else, would you not be shagging your pretty little apothecary, leaving her so hungry for someone else's attentions, hmm?"
Kougaiji just snarled.
"Oh, my my. This has all gotten rather out of hand. I'm sorry… I was only testing you." Nii raised his hands in a shrug. "I just wanted to see if either of you would be willing to save the other like Sanzo had for Yaone." Cackling, Nii walked back over to Sanzo. "You are free to go Kougaiji, but I'll be taking Sanzo here to another of my experimentation rooms. Epsilon there will let you go once Theta and I get our little monk friend all tucked away."
As the thug named 'Theta' roughly grabbed Sanzo by the shoulders to drag him out, Sanzo cussed at him, "You motherfucker, watch it – fuck!"
Watching Nii fade into the hallway following the pained exclamations of his captive, Kougaiji felt a horrid sense of relief… and dread.
Trigger Warning: Threats of rape, dub-con, no actual rape
AN: Woohoo! the other Saiyuki boys are on board! They will be included more in the next chapter.
Nii is playing dirty. Manipulating Sanzo and Kougaiji into playing his games. Oof, he's such a sleezeball, getting all rapey with Sanzo again.
Bless Kou's heart. He's such a genuine soul 3 He and Sanzo have a great dynamic.
But, man, I feel Sanzo's pain in all the chilly moments. All the things he's gone through to make him as cold and "heartless" as he is. He's a realist because the world taught him from a young age how cruel it could be...