Kae-chan: Mwauhahaha, back with the first chapter to this little story --grins wickedly-- I have no idea how long this will be, and I need to update my other few stories...but alas I am lacking in inspiration. Soo...again...this fanfic is just a little sick in the head --nods solemnly-- and feel free to flame as you see fit. I am also in need of a beta reader for this story, as my friend refuses to even touch it after I told her the storyline --sweatdrops-- she's a bytch....
Sanzo: --from somewhere within a wall-- Or you're FUCKED UP!
Kae-chan: --glare-- SILENCE. Well...enjoy --smiles-- and comment, please.
NOTE
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Stuff in italics la la lalalala
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Things like that are either memories or dreams or hallucinations, etc.
Ch. 1
Floating through the darkness... Church bells were ringing...perhaps...maybe not...it was hard to tell anyways. Sounds seemed to travel a long distance before reaching his ears, and it was difficult to know the direction they originated. Distant noises reverberated around him, muffled by the pillowy substance that seemed to encase his body. Night and day melted together as the vague feeling of freefall came over his being, stifling his sense of time. Adrift in this jelly pocket of time lurid memories seeped into his mind, at once stiffening his member even as his conscience cringed. Gritting sharpened teeth together he fought against the stream of images burning behind his eyes. Twisting, as if the effort would help to avoid the scenes re-enacting themselves behind dark lids, he met with a solid object and was immediately repulsed by the thick thud that echoed through this gelatinous atmosphere. Blinking away the haze in his vision forest green orbs locked onto the mangled remnants of flesh that boasted of a single silver-tinged crimson oculate.
Doubling over in disgust the young man struggled to back away from the mess, bile rising to the back of his throat. Flailing his arms wildly did little to enhance his progress through the jellied surroundings, which seemed not to hinder the dripping lump gliding towards him at an even pace. Choking with guilt the moss eyed figure turned to vomit, looking up into the mass of flesh as it shifted, rolling grotesquely into a skinless mouth as broken chords of flesh formed a tongue with which to speak.
"Nii-chan...love me...take me into you..."
Nauseated, the man whimpered upon hearing the distorted voice rolling from mottled lips. Cowering on his knees the words took shape, swirling in a bloody vortex about the mans' limbs. Drowning...again he was drowning in the sins of his crimes, shutting his eyes could not erase the detail in which those images burned in his mind. Nor could covering his ears prevent the words from leaking in. The pain behind his eyes grew with lightning intensity, the thoughts connected to those images, to those words, banged painfully within his skull, threatening to splinter his body as the throbbing spread to the rest of his limbs. Thick fog enclosed the figure hungrily with its fiery embrace, the heat rolling over the youth with incendiary force. It was impossible to escape the searing pain that arched his back and threw him, writhing, through the liquid atmosphere. Screaming, he threw his head back, the anguished cries his only outlet even as crimson drops slid over his tongue and filled his being with the very essence of his insanity.
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Blackened edges surrounded a flickering image as the sensation of seeing this from a peephole came over him, nearly exciting his manhood. A glint of auburn caught his eye as the edges of said image panned out and became his whole field of vision. The bruised and battered face of an angel peered up at him, lips trembling with blatant fear as he slowly pulled the string of his pants undone with sharp little teeth that glistened in the candle light. Upper canines bit lightly into the lower lip of the youth working nervously to undo the lacing over his crotch, looking up with doubt clouded eyes.
"Go-gomen, nii-chan...like this?" A soft soprano quavered in the still air of the room as delicate fingers extended to stroke the side of a bleeding cheek, idly playing over the swollen curves of his moist lips. Suppressing a cringe the boy tentatively flicked a soft pink tongue over the fingertip of this older man, taking the length of it into his mouth as the youkai pushed for further entrance. Another finger found entrance into the small cavern, gently goading his tongue into a rhythmic pulse of lapping. Tilting his head back in light of the new sensations coursing from fingers to loins, the green eyed man sighed, erection evident through the material of his still partially laced pants.
"Hush, Nanashi, little boys are to be seen, not heard. At least not until I say so." A hard edge of annoyance rode on the mans normally pleasant tenor, his green eyes sliding lazily to rest on the trembling adolescent whose heated lips were extracting themselves from his fingers.
"G-gomen..." The child blinked with the one eyelid he had left intact, fresh tears rolling from both orbs as pearly white teeth delicately loosened the rest of the lacing that restrained an ever-hardening cock. Blinking away another onslaught of tears two bloodied lips parted to envelope the others member, extracting a pleasurable sigh from the latter. Curling the fingers of one hand amid silky auburn strands the youkai forced himself into a deeper passage, the contractions of the child's throat as he gagged creating an even greater need for the friction.
"You should thank the gods, Nanshi, for my kindness. What ever do you think would have happened had I not founded your floundering soul?" The question was rhetorical, a statement meant to increase the memories vividness throughout the years. Nevertheless it received an answer as the coughing youth pulled away from him, disgust stamped clearly across his face along with a degree of panic, evidently he had thought this to be a serious inquiry.
"I-I don't kn-" Feral anger flashed through green orbs, an open palmed hand striking the youth flat across his face and catching him by the collar of a torn shirt as he crumpled to the side. Fear ran rampant through the boys' limbs as dagger edged nails slid easily beneath the skin of his chest. Slashing downwards the bone of his ribcage was revealed in one fluid motion, the blood oozing down pale skin as the older man knelt forward to partake of the liquid, healing the injury just enough to prevent a serious loss of blood.
"Seen and not heard, my dear," a long finger waved delicately in front of crimson eyes, "and definitely not to stop." Nodding decisively his captor gathered a fistful of hair, snapping his head back as he kicked the legs out from under its' tender bodied owner. Smirking at the whimpers of pain two elegant digits slid down the supple form of this lad, circling round the bruised and swollen genitalia before seeking entrance elsewhere. An abrupt squeal of pain escaped blood caked lips before the youkai's hand pulled the neck back harder and the heel of his boot smashed down into the glistening white row of teeth. An explosion of rouge accompanied frenzied scrambling as long nails dug into the tender walls within the boys' body.
Ear-splitting shrieks broke through the romantically lit dungeon chamber as razorblade nails dug deeper and more ferociously to the insides, hot blood leaking from the orifice and onto his quivering shaft as it stood to attention, awaiting it's own turn into the tightening sanctuary. A gaping cherry cavity filled the place where rosy lips had bloomed and pulled into smiles, expelling laughter when the time had been appropriate among friends. Ripping his nails from the passage without first extracting them from the flesh he broke in once more, tearing virgin muscles with force and greed.
"No one loves an orphan, Nanashi," He had pulled the boy up as far as he was willing to allow, head pulled back by the grip of his hand on those silky strands. The older mans lips brushed against his neck and ear lobe, hissing words that blistered his sanity. "All we orphans have is each other. ALWAYS. Your nii-chan will always love you," the thrusts grew more violent, more blood poured out from the opening, he pushed the youth flat on his back, fingers digging into the ribcage, breaking the feeble defense of his inner organs. Soul shattering screams from the gaping cherry chasm.
"I, and only I will take you into myself, to be a part of myself. Only I can tell you, with lethal honesty, that I have enjoyed every moment that you have ever graced me with your presence. Only I have ever truly loved you for what you are, and only I will ever love you as deeply and unconditionally, even cherishing your memory long after your demise. Know that your life was filled of illusions until this point. Until nii-chan took you in so graciously and gave you more love than an orphan is entitled to know, even with your dying breaths I love you."
Smile arms flung wildly at their assailant, only to be crushed at the wrists and elbows with devastating force as the man slammed into him, loosing all ties with sanity the youth had still clung to. Feeling the splinters of his bone moving messily around contracting muscles crimson eyes stared into green glass, skating upon the surface with almost affectionate grace. Who else had ever spent this much attention on him? Who else cared enough to do so? Only nii-chan had loved him enough to give attention in such intimate detail. Only nii-chan....
The youkai withdrew, gazing dreamily into hollow glass casings that had once housed a sprite and limber soul. Caressing the child's face his fingers traced the eye whose lid had been removed, delving his fingers into the surrounding flesh he ripped it free, bringing the orb to his lips to clean before placing the prize in a vial of clear liquid. The body no longer to responded to those activities of the living, his cue to be leaving. Gazing affectionately at the eyeball his monocle gleamed as the lissome man turned to leave and dropped the dimensional warp he had spun about the place. Slipping his limiters back upon 'human' ears he chuckled, licking the last bit of saline tinged copper from neath his nails. No matter how rushed the situation he always needed this souvenir as he kept abandoning the other ones with each initiation of the chase.
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The taste was in his mouth, filling his throat and belly with pulsing heat. Crimson droplets clung to his skin and eyelashes, his teeth, tongue, nails...it wouldn't go away and the lava that seemed to be coursing through his body only managed to burn the sinful liquid onto him rather than remove it. Writhing in the heat his heart stopped suddenly as cool tendrils of liquid snaked around his forehead and down his arms, encasing his body. Cloudy light filtered through the darkness, bringing with it a rising sensation, as if being pulled from the mud or some similar action. Groaning huskily the youkai struggled to open heavy lidded eyes, the hum of voices separating and becoming distinguishable.
"Anou...Sanzo, he's still hot..."
"Then put more water on him, baka."
"It's just making the water hot, though."
"Kuso, saru, move!" The dull thwack of Sanzo's infamous harisen could be heard as more cooling tendrils wrapped lazily about his torso and crown. Sighing in the luxury of relief Hakkai stirred, green oculates opening slightly to identify each member of the Ikkou before closing in exhaustion.
Hmphing in distaste the monk flung a water-laden rag at Gojyo's face. "Take care of you room mate, I am going to sleep," Straightening his robes the golden haired priest strode from the room, turning round to snap at the biggest blister on his ass yet, "Don't follow me, saru, you're rooming with the roach tonight...." then as an afterthought, "The first one who enters my room before dawn will die." Making his exit Gojyo slammed the door shut, muttering obscenities before returning to Hakkai's side. Mopping at the youkai's brow the half-breed frowned, it was raining again, had been for four days now, and Hakkai had taken ill since that first one. It wasn't just coincidence, he was sure...he only wished he knew what was troubling his closest friend so
traumatically.
-tbc-
Kae-chan: Whee, please. Even if you hated it, comment o.o;; I frankly am so desperate for feedback I don't even care if people like this or not. Granted a little constructive criticism is always best, rather than blatant slandering.