Chapter 5

The rain poured.

Gojyo stared at the monk in disbelief. "What do you mean you lost him?" he asked, his voice strained from trying to keep calm.

"I meant what I said," Sanzo replied coolly. He couldn't understand why his companions were all worried. Goku was the strongest of all of them. The boy didn't need them at all anymore. "He ran off to fight with Kougaiji by himself while I was busy taking care of the little brat. Leave him."

That was too much. Gojyo felt that he just had to box the monk. And he did. He hit Sanzo's pretty face and felt satisfied. Sanzo fell on the floor. "You are stupid. You are in denial. AND. You need a good beating up. Unfortunately, Sanzo-sama is too strong to have a beating up and so it's hard to prove my point." He looked pleadingly at Hakkai. "Do something," he mouthed.

Sanzo, despite the fact that the right side of his face was bruised and that he lay unceremoniously on the ground and that he was soaked by the rain and dirtied by the mud, refused to acknowledge the possibility that Gojyo could actually be right. Oh no, not him.

A smile graced Hakkai's lips. It wasn't every day that Gojyo had the upper hand to Sanzo (but then it wasn't every day that Sanzo acted stupid). "Sanzo," he said as he took the honor of helping the monk up. "You didn't want Goku to fight with the youkai but you're allowing him to go off on his own to fight with Kougaiji. Explain that to me."

"Yeah," Gojyo said, glaring at him. "Explain."

Sanzo was then sure that he despised rainy days.

"You are mine Son Goku."

Goku stuggled to get away from the man, who he knew to be Homura because of his voice, but his attempt was futile. His strength, which came and went as it pleased, was draining away from him, and it didn't help that Homura would still be stronger than he was even if he weren't sick.

And why in the world was Kougaiji still smirking? Wait. Back up. Why were they together? Homura and Kougaiji?

"Well?" Oh impatience was a lovely thing, particularly if you were the one impatient. It gave you all the lovely excuses to punch lovely faces. Unfortunately, Gojyo found out that he was more patient than he originally thought he was. It might've been a wonderful thing to be patient at some point in his life, but, at that moment, his patience proved to be not quite a good thing. He couldn't wait to be impatient enough to risk a shot in the head by hitting Sanzo for a second time.

"He doesn't need our help." Sanzo said simply.

Yippee! Gojyo finally had his wish fulfilled as he found his reason to be as impatient as he wanted to be. He happily tried to hit Sanzo's face but Sanzo caught his arm before it went even relatively near the monk's face.

Sanzo growled. "Stop doing that. It might become a habit."

"A good habit, mind you," Gojyo retorted, twisting his arm out of Sanzo's grasp. "Just like your habit with the harisen. Goku and I lost a lot of brain cells because of that habit. Now, stop dawdling and explain so that we can go ride off to look for Goku on the friggin' jeep," at this, Hakuryu gave an indignant "kyuu." "Gomen Hakuryu."

"Sanzo," Hakkai said, "we do have to look for him and we can't do that without knowing what's on your mind."

"Just leave him," Sanzo said with finality, hopping unto the drenched and squishy leather seats of the jeep with Gojyo following suit, still glaring at him.

Hakkai felt a headache growing in his head. Since when did Sanzo start acting immature? He didn't even think that the monk was capable of immaturity since, even as Koryu, he had always had this air of all-knowingness about him. Now he knew. Sanzo could be very very childish when he wanted to be, and it didn't help that Sanzo was also very stubborn. Stubbornness and childishness multiplied by the fact that the person was Sanzo could produce migraines, exactly like the one Hakkai was having.

"Sanzo," he sighed, settling himself on the driver's seat. He looked at Sanzo. "Hakuryu won't allow anyone to drive him but me and I refuse to drive if Goku isn't with us and we can't look for Goku if you're so opposed to it and you won't tell us why," Hakkai took a deep breath. "Spit it out!" he demanded and then smiled. "Please."

Sanzo and Gojyo both stared at their friend in surprise. Who knew that Hakkai's fuse was almost as short as Gojyo's? Or maybe it was just the fact that Goku might actually be in danger. Either way, it seemed to be effective in its purpose.

Sanzo went back into his sulk. "Hn. Look for him if it's so important to you," he said and then turned away, looking at the other side to probably have a pity party over his loss of Komyo Sanzo and his denial of his feelings for Goku. In his opinion, he had the perfect reason to bitch: it was raining. "Go."

Gojyo grinned. He knew that the corrupt monk would agree sooner or later. Sanzo just needed a couple of excuses to act like he had no other choice. Besides, deep in Sanzo's heart—whether the monk admitted it or not—he reallywanted to go after the boy. Not that Gojyo wanted to save Goku too, it was just a sense of honor that he persisted. It wasn't as if he cared for Goku, of course not.

"Let's go!" the red head announced. "We won't hear the end of it if Goku decides that he's hungry. We'll go interrogate Sanzo-sama later on."

Sanzo scowled darkly.

Homura looked at the boy he was holding. Who knew that a simple memory could weaken one of the strongest demons by that much? It was almost a dream come true—for Homura and his libido.

He smiled. Goku was now limp in his arms. The boy had no fight left in him. He was vulnerable. Homura would soon have what he desired. Feeling as if he had already conquered the boy, he loosened his grip, only to find that Goku was waiting for that. Apparently the boy never did give up. The kami smirked. You taught him well Konzen.

Goku, however, did not get very far with his attempt to escape. In fact, he didn't get anywhere at all. Homura had immediately re-tightened his hold on him and even he knew that it would be impossible to escape. "Kuso," he cursed.

Homura then decided that if he were to be satisfied, he would have to completely break the boy's spirit. As soon as Goku stilled, he whispered, "Pity that neither Konzen nor his reincarnate had the guts to take you, Son Goku. They'd never truly own you again. But then again, maybe they'd rather not own you. You did kill Konzen after all."

At this, Goku broke. What Homura had said made perfect sense. He killed Konzen. It was a fact. ("Ne, Konzen, wake up! Why aren't you waking up? Ten-chan? Ken-niichan, why don't you all want to wake up? Ne? Ne?" Four bleeding bodies. There was only supposed to be one.) Suddenly, the little strength he had left disappeared.

"Finally," Kougaiji muttered under his breath as soon as he saw Homura nod. He had been waiting, watching jealously, for Homura to finally tire Goku out. He didn't even ponder on what Homura whispered to Goku. He wanted Goku too much to bother thinking of it. For some reason, watching Goku try to escape Homura had aroused him.

He took several long strides and stopped right in front of the boy and devoured the boy's vulnerable body with hungry eyes. Goku looked enticing like that, all weak, helpless, and just waiting to be ravished. He licked those delicious lips, ignoring the smug smirk on the kami's face, and promptly used his long, sharp nails to tear Goku's thin clothes into shreds, exposing the boy's lithe, tanned body.

"This is odd," Hakkai commented, looking up at the sky. As soon as they had entered the forest, the rain stopped although the sky still had the same dark gray color as it did outside. "It's like there's a roof of some sort."

Sanzo, on the other hand, couldn't care less if the rain stopped. In fact, he was glad that the rain did stop since he could feel that there was something wrong with the forest. If it were raining in the forest as well, he would've probably tried to shoot Hakkai and Gojyo already. "Forget the rain," he told Hakkai. "Let's go."

"Worried about the saru, Sanzo-sama?" Gojyo teased.

"Urusai." There was no gunshot, no whack on the head, not even a death glare. Sanzo truly looked worried.

This worried Gojyo as well.

Kougaiji crushed Goku's mouth with his, kissing the boy violently, as his hands fondled the boy's chest, caressing it with slender fingers. It irritated him that Goku wasn't fighting back, as if the boy's mind was somewhere else. Agitated, he curled his fingers around Goku's cock and squeezed hard, forcing the boy to come back and to watch as Kougaiji—and the kami—defiled his body. It worked.

Goku regained his conscious mind with a squeak as he felt the unwanted force on the most sensitive part of his anatomy. He stared at Kougaiji in shock and bit the tongue of the demon prince. He was relieved when Kougaiji immediately withdraw and glared at him.

And then the prince smirked. It was only then that Goku realized that he had no clothes on and that Homura was still behind him, holding his arms, and nuzzling his neck.

Goku growled and tried to dislodge the man. "Get the fuck of me!" he screamed. "Get off ! Get off! Get off! Argh!" Frustrated at his lack of success, he changed the focus of his anger and snapped his mouth at Kougaiji, who was watching him in amusement.

The demon prince grabbed his chin and slapped him. "Shut up," the prince ordered, smirk still on his face. "Or do you want me to gag you?"

Goku snapped at him again in defiance.

Behind him, Homura chuckled, shaking his head. "And here I thought that I broke you already."

"You can't break me."

Homura's smiled. "Can't I?"

As soon as he said that, he kicked the back of Goku's knees, making the boy fall on the floor on all fours. He gripped the boy's hips to keep him from escaping. Kougaiji positioned himself in front of Goku's face.

"Stop it," Goku pleaded, voice suddenly soft and scared. He knew full well that he was defeated. "Please."

His pleas went unheard. The two men were too aroused to have mercy or to even feel pity for the younger boy. Goku's pleas, in fact, increased their libido.

Stop it. Please.

Sanzo felt a shiver run up his spine as the three words flashed in his brain. He was sure it was from Goku, nobody else, and a sudden hot white fear overcame him. He turned pale. He could only guess what the boy was asking for and the worst case scenario suddenly occurred to him.

"Hakkai, go faster," he ordered the man. "Quickly."

There was an odd desperation in Sanzo's voice that made Hakkai decide not to question the monk. Rarely had they seen Sanzo's face contorted into worry. Angst, yes, but never worry.

"Oi Sanzo-sama, what's wrong?" Gojyo asked. Apparently, he was worried as well. Unfortunately, Sanzo refused to divulge anything. This irritated the red headed demon. "OI!" he screamed into the monk's ear. "What's happening to Goku?"

"URUSAI! Get away from me! Nothing's happening to Goku." Nothing better be happening to Goku.

Kougaiji ran his weeping cock on Goku's face before grabbing the boy's head and shoving it at his penis. "Suck it," he ordered, voice husky from arousal. When Goku refused to open his mouth, Homura slapped the boy's ass, causing the boy to yelp. Kougaiji then shoved his cock into the boy's open mouth. Grinning, he warned, "Bite it and Sanzo dies." His grin grew wider. "Suck," he ordered again.

Goku still refused vehemently, glaring at the man's face above him. Homura then gave his ass a series of slanps, stinging ones, yet he still refused. Homura then brought down a knife and started cutting the smooth skin of Goku's back, drawing streams of blood. Goku's eyes started to water as his mouth began to move without his consent.

Kougaiji smirked triumphantly as he thrust his hips into Goku's warm wet tight mouth. He grabbed the boy's head and pushed it forward, forcing Goku to take the entire thing.

Goku felt tears running down his face as Kougaiji's penis threatened to choke him. He felt violated and dirty. He felt helpless and weak. He felt as if he was back in that dark cave. He felt worthless.

Then there was the agony of being split in two as Homura shoved into him.

Goku screamed.

This time, it wasn't just Sanzo who heard it—the scream that is. And when the scream came, the rain did as well, destroying whatever optimism they had. They knew that the scream was from Goku. They knew, not from the sound, but from the shiver that ran through their bodies.

They hurried through the forest, trying to discern where the scream was, but the forest seemed to be against them. They met dead end after dead end before they reached a clearing—a very silent clearing. Silent except for the sound of the pouring rain.

Strewn all about the clearing were tattered pieces of cloth and splatters of blood. And in the middle of all this, lay the small form of Goku, curled up in a fetal position, unconscious.

This time, it wasn't Goku's voice in Sanzo's mind anymore but Homura's. I won Konzen, said the kami.

A/N: Revised and hopefully improved. I'm changing everything that comes after this. By the way, I still can't write good lemon scenes.