Onegai- please
Yame- stop
Itai- it hurts
Kae-chan: Aa, finally, the next chapter. I hope this story isn't becoming too tedious… It's been hard to find time to update...
"Anou…sensei…onegai…yame de…"
Golden streaks of weakening sunlight slipped through shabby window slats, illuminating the aerial exploits of numerous dust particles. Wavering lines of heat set the humid classroom a shimmer, giving the distinct impression of some mirage.
"…yame…"
Precise rows of school desks stood to attention, guardsmen and witness to this seemingly illusionary scene. Splintered corners and unrefined wood grain gave evidence of the towns educational priorities.
"Itai! Yame! Sensei! Onegai…onegai! …sensei…ah-"
Stifled movements from a dark corner. Muffled sounds of indecent child's play.
"Quiet…Nanashi…" Espresso bangs over-framed twin orbs of rich moss green, their entire focus upon a certain spread eagle form of one luscious child.
"demo…" Overflowing sky blue eyes gazed with terrifying rapture at his own anatomy, directly at the slender finger tracing the edge of his swollen tip with painful precision.
Frowning slightly, the older man gave a swift nudge of his hips, rendering the youth breathless as another inch of his intimate innocence was plundered. A hollow chuckle fell melodiously upon the youth's ears from cruelly smiling lips, a volley of needles seeming to shoot up the child's spine at its reception.
Slowly gyrating a half-sheathed member, delicate fingers traced illicit patterns across planes of yielding flesh, smirking at the goose bumps marring such perfection. Sighs of pleasure bubbled forth from full, rosy petals, their owner seemingly drunk on the physical contact.
Smirking lecherously, moss green oculates narrowed, plunging his length to the hilt in one fluid motion. Arching up in pain, sharp canines dug deeply into fleshy lips, a cry of lost innocence escaping the creamy column of flesh now under attack by forceful lips, teeth and tongue. Gripping either wrist, fine muscled arms lifted the child to a rocking chair position, flicking mercilessly at the quivering erection reddening with need.
"Sensei!" Panting in pain and unrestrained lust, sky oculates pleaded shamelessly with hard green glass, pliant limbs beginning to move of their own accord to attain release. Smiling pitilessly to the squirming child, the man remained stock still, allowing every shred of purity to melt from his captive as the chibi angel worked himself vigorously on the older mans rod.
"Onegai, Gonou sensei!" Frustration dripping from every syllable, the youth viciously struggled to reach his own anatomy, twisting violently in the other males grip of steel, grinding his hips upward in some vain hope of making contact with any swatch of flesh available in the area.
Smirking with emotionless eyes, Cho Gonou squeezed the others length exceedingly hard, a cry of shock turning swiftly to one of desire as the youths own gyration forced his undeveloped manhood to slide roughly in his sensei's grip.
Convulsing with overloaded senses all movement ceased in one final moan, the rapid rise and fall of a small chest the only indication of any living presence in the room. Releasing the grip he currently held on the boys' wrists, Gonou sensei watched stoically as the child struggled to move fast enough to catch himself, a dull, sickening thud product of his inability. Rubbing his head slowly, small tears began to swell atop the sky orbs, shame and confusion shimmering in their depths.
Gripping the narrow hips hard enough to draw blood, Gonou sensei slowly began to pull out, eliciting a whimper of pain as the tightened orifice refused to yield to any kind of movement. Pausing only a moment, the swift thrust that followed gave way to screams of agony as the cycle was brutally repeated. The beating of small fists ringing through the stale classroom air, resounding even after all movement had ceased to be.
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Startled out of his reverie, green orbs took to absorbing the contents of his environment. A slight shake of the head confirmed his own paranoia, for a second he had thought that banging was real and not just the product of his over indulgent imagination. Another cursory glance at the dark alleyway he'd retreated to and the lithe man sighed softly, tilting his head back to lean against the damp wooden wall. Drawing his knees tightly into his chest, Hakkai chewed over the stringy remnants of his past.
Why had he decided to recall that particular incident? It hadn't been his first time doing such a thing…or his last. He had been teaching then…for him and Kanan.
Kanan… That festering wound of his soul…that indecent atrocity against man, their filthy relations. A slight smile began to bloom, soft snickering lifting from the barely parted petals. How he craved that immorality, those nights of spent passion, watering the soil of his inverse Garden of Eden. Lacing delicate fingers together to rest against his chin in mock prayer, moss green orbs implored the heavens to send back his fairest Lilith, to feel her decaying embrace once more.
Kanan…the launching platform of his deviance. That day…that child…he had been 'playing with his students'. Maniacal barking laughter erupted from the youkai's throat, his whole form shaking with the thoughts flowing rapidly through his head.
Kanan… Who was she exactly? A lover…a sister…a deviant. Glimmering images flashed before the mans eyes, her face contorted in immense pleasure, her body grinding against his own, those succulent lips wrapping around his fingers in physical praise. Those eyes peering up into his own, lips mouthing wordlessly please please, Gonou in front of his own cock, the decision to be surrounded by fleshy warmth completely in his control.
Control…his…always…it seemed almost inherent. Yet…control couldn't be absolute unless it was solely his decision…any willingness on the others part undermined his authority.
Crystalline shards of a bedside lamp glittered across the carpet, Kanan… Face first in the mess, moaning, bruises across her cheeks like some exotic blush. She hadn't wanted this…not this brutality…yet she had expressed her agreement in his absolute control… Frightened eyes with the light of some inherent innocence in their depths, yet that pulse of desire beat strongly beneath all the layers.
Innocence…that abhorred inclination…that syrupy sweetness that caused his soul to thrash in diabetic convulsions. A concept dispelled once reality takes over. A reality that could be forcefully induced to burn away the sugar. Bitter crystals of blackened innocence…the most delectable flavor enhancer…
Rivulets of cherry serum flowed steadily into an eager mouth, a velvet tongue lapping desperately around the ragged wound. Smirking against the flesh of his wrist, Hakkai hurriedly healed his incision, becoming lightheaded with the impending hunt. Rising gracefully, startlingly bright oculates surveyed the alley and beyond, chuckling lightly at the blanket of darkness surrounding this dingy little town.
Tonight… Tonight he would hunt.
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Chunks of hastily smashed beer bottles glittered serenely among splinters of wood. Overturned tables and chairs sprinkled with cheap plaster dust, it's powdery origin having been ripped from one wall and hurled into another only so many feet away. Looping through the debris ribbons of vermillion lace lay a fine trail to one cherry-locked demi-youkai. Body curved in a loose fetal position, merciless light illuminated every rage induced score, a bed of cherry lace pooling beneath the man.
Copper tinged air invaded weakening lungs in shallow and slowing intervals. Fresh tracks of saline shone brightly on bronzed skin, their ruby source barely more than pained slits gazing unfocused at the world. Sighing softly, Gojyo waited, fingertips twitching with the realization of their frozen numbness. Darkness was encroaching upon his maimed vision with an almost audible hiss of pleasure, the need to be smothered by another's warmth gripping his now sluggishly functioning heart. A slight smirk curled cold, stiffening lips as he idly wondered whether he had overreacted to Hakkai's flight. A snort of mirth nearly had a lung choked up with the coughs that followed. This was the last rejection he could take. The only creation in this whole filthy hell-hole he had ever deposited any real affection on had suddenly ceased to be. Of course he hadn't overreacted, contrary to the loss of life fluid screaming at him that he had.
Blinking slowly the sound of approaching footfalls echoed loosely in his mind. A harsh jab of some random combat boot jerked the demi-youkai into a state of slight alert. A halo of light reflecting surreally around golden locks, obscuring his intruders features.
"More fucking rubbish I need to clean up." Pale hands wrapped none too gently about bronzed shoulders, hoisting a frame larger than himself across the room and up a flight of stairs.
"Still a fucking jackass…"
"Tch. I'm going to be the one to kill you, roach, remember that." Depositing the body of one Sha Gojyo upon the tiled floor of the grimy bathroom, Genjyo Sanzo began to hurriedly wrap serrated gashes littering the others arms, squatting by the feisty water sprites prone form.
"All that damn alcohol is making you bleed like a fucking fountain." Irritation laced the priests' oration, amethyst eyes closed in wariness as knowing fingers worked to deter the blood flow.
"Heh. I thought it was pretty." A hard scoff greeted the softly mumbled statement.
"Only a dumbass like you…"
"It was like red lace… I guess…"
"Baka."
Sitting up unexpectedly, crimson met violet, Gojyo running a bandaged hand through his blood and alcohol matted locks. Rolling his eyes in impatience, Sanzo continued to wrap the other arm, making it a point to blatantly ignore the piercing stare Gojyo was sending his way. Having finished his task, the golden haired priest sat back on his haunches, lighting a Marlboro and inhaling deeply.
"Lemme have a hit…"
Eying Gojyo warily, the monk slowly extended the cigarette, watching with a sense of impending doom as the kappa's outstretched arm purposely overshot his own and ended up spooning the curvature of Sanzo's cheek. Moments passed in heavy tension, Sanzo bringing his rejected Marlboro back to suck on, exhaling the smoke slowly so that it appeared to drift out of its own accord.
"You got a staring problem?"
"Now, Sanzo-sama, here you have one damn fine specimen of a man completely at your disposal and all you can be is a jackass."
Bolstered by fake cheer, Sanzo did not miss the edge of desperation riding on the others words, nor the almost insane light of need burning fiercely within crimson orbs. Withdrawing his body slightly, amethyst eyes looked over thedemi-youkai with blatant disgust, the hand that once cradled his cheek falling numbly to rest heavily on his shoulder.
"You're going to die here if you don't rest and all you can think of is sex. What kind of ignoramus has priorities like that!"
Scathing words fell like daggers into Gojyo's waiting mentality, shattering a sheet of self-deception into so many shards of sparkling ruby, only to embed themselves further within his wounded psyche.
"You-"
Cutting short his building rant, the hand that had been resting silently leapt to the alabaster column of the monks throat, blocking his air passage in a fatal way.
"It's not just sex!" Scowling darkly into the crimson orbs, Sanzo made no move to stop this inflicted brutality. "I-I don't know, Sanzo! I don't know any other way to connect with people…I can't find any other way…" Weakening with his failing voice, calloused fingers trembled and dropped to the floor in an effort to catch his slumping form. Bent forward, knees folded beneath him, a soft hand lighted upon his shoulder, the owner of amethyst eyes staring with as much compassion as a stone into his own ruby oculars.
"You wanted to connect with me?"
"…just…with someone…"
"You know I'm not that person, Gojyo." Softening his gaze, Sanzo withdrew his hand extending it again with a lit marlboro. Weakly taking the cancer stick, Gojyo inhaled deeply, closing his eyes in fatigue.
"It's Goku, isn't it?" A soft hum of breath as Sanzo exhaled his own cloud of poison.
"Goku and I are not involved." Knowing tainted eyes stared levelly into deepest purple dusk.
"But he is yours."
"Yes." Silence blanketed the room, comfortable this time and almost warm enough to cuddle into.
"Where is he tonight?"
"I had gone downstairs to find out, but he can take care of himself, I have no need for those who can't."
"Of course"
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"Oi! Hakkai! Ara hetta!" Jumping joyously at the site of one of his companions, a certain amber eyed youkai ran full speed towards the figure, clasping strong arms about his friends willowy waist.
"Aa, Goku, why are you out so late, hm?" Smiling gently, blazing green oculates took in the flush in his shorter companions' cheeks and the heaving chest beneath his street clothes.
"Eh, don't tell Sanzo, cuz he'd kiiillllll me, but I got lost…" Smiling sheepishly, the child-like Goku took to rubbing the back of his head with a nervous hand, Hakkai's smile widening at the coquettish display of innocence.
"Aa, well, we can't have that. We'll just tell him you were with me. Why don't we get something to eat before we go back, though, I doubt him and Gojyo left us any scraps."
"Aw, really, Hakkai! Sweet ass! Let's go, I want some meat buns and spring rolls and sukiyaki! Oh oh, and also some of those hot sweet cakes that you usually get."
"Maa maa, we'll see Goku…" Placing a guiding hand at the small of the others back, a dangerous glint hardened the emerald oculars, his gentle smile turning to ice as the darkness swallowed their retreating forms.
Kae-chan: The end of this chapter. Please review, and I hope it was all right...sorry for hardly updating.