May It Be, Part 4
The Thin Line

~You knew it was going to happen eventually. The chapter in which there is... a lemon. It's GojyoxSanzo, but you can skip that part over if you don't want to read it. Enjoy!~

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"I won't let them take you away, Kai Lin..."

Sanzo stared at the boy incredulously, at the two small figures on the bed, both of them now sleeping peacefully. His mind felt tired, jumbled up as if someone had told him to walk backwards off a pier and it had turned out not to be a pier but a platform over a maze that he was now running like a mouse looking for cheese. Hakkai was smiling warmly, moving over to the two to cover Goku up as well before giving the children a gentle look.

Gojyo was grumbling something, annoyed and frustrated, his hands shoved in his pockets as he moved back towards his room.

Sanzo noted the air of uneasiness in the room at that point. They knew now what was going on... Kai Lin, the little Kirin, was being threatened by Kougaiji, who wanted her for gods only knew what reason. Goku seemed to remember something, his past lit up as suddenly as a light switch beng turned on. Sanzo was only barely aware when a hand caught his collar and dragged him towards the door as well.

"Staring ain't gonna do any good, bouzu-sama. C'mon, leave the kids be."

Sanzo scowled at the voice. Gojyo hadn't left as it was. The half-breed was the stronger, as always, though, and did manage to get Sanzo out of the room and into his own before he found himself shoved into the wall, a pair of angry violet eyes focused on him. "Kougaiji has a new target, Gojyo, or haven't you gotten it through that stuffy head of yours yet?"

An angry glint flared in Gojyo's eyes and he snarled at Sanzo lightly. "Since when did you *care*, Sanzo hoshi-sama?"

Angered by the question, Sanzo would have slapped Gojyo, but his hands were preoccupied with pinning the red-head to the wall, so he resorted to one of his harshest glares, which made even Hakkai cower sometimes. "Because that girl is one of the most important figures in heaven. And on top of that, she knows something about us. Something about our fucking pasts and why we're on this fucking, gods-forsaken journey to the fucking west that we don't fucking know. I'll be fucking damned if I don't fucking find out what the fuck it is! Fuck!"

"Aww, that's so cute." Gojyo's lips had curled into a half-sneer, half-pout. "Sanzo houshi-sama grows a heart."

This time Sanzo did withdraw his hand, to punch Gojyo, but Gojyo was an instant quicker and spun, bracing his weight against Sanzo and pinning the monk instead. He stared at his "captive", still a little angry. "Hakkai's watching the kids. They'll be fine. It's not like you to worry." He flashed a grin. "It's kinda scary."

"Let... me... go..." Sanzo spoke slowly, as if ordering a child, but Gojyo only grinned and nuzzled at a lily-white cheek. "I said..."

"Yeah, yeah, let you go. But I'm not gonna."

The monk growled, but Gojyo stopped the sound with his lips, thrusting his tongue into Sanzo's mouth to drown the protest. Sanzo instantly fought back, his pride and dominance becoming more of an issue than the previous one.

It was a worthless struggle. He knew that already. He was older and more experienced than Gojyo, and smaller and quicker... but Gojyo was much stronger, and he always used it to his advantage, quickly stripping Sanzo of the robes before grabbing his wrists and twisting them over his head. Sanzo never did give up, not until the moment he found himself beneath Gojyo, head thrown back, writhing in ecstasy with his golden hair staining a pillow. Damned if he would let the kappa win without a fight.

He was getting vaguely annoyed... anxiety and impatience registered in his face and with one push to Gojyo's stomach with his foot, he shoved the other away. Gojyo, however, kept his grip on the monk's wrists and dragged him with him, even when he toppled to the floor. The half-breed had them flipped before Sanzo could even make a move to advance, and as quickly as he had done that, he was pushing up that annoying black shirt to get to the skin beneath. But Sanzo wasn't ready to give up yet...

He pulled his leg up, pressing his knee to the very sensitive spot between Gojyo's legs, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to cause a very agonizing mixture of pleasure and agony that made the half-breed break the contact of the kiss to throw his head back. He was half groaning, half snarling, and his eyes -- though glassy -- were fixed on the monk through his fall of red hair. "Goddamned tease..."

"Am I?" Sanzo's voice was a sneer, mirroring the expression on his face. "You deserve it. Ero kappa!"

Gojyo made a scoffing noise, managing to use his leg to pin Sanzo's further attempts to rile him. "You never win when we do this. So why do you try?"

He set himself about the task of removing Sanzo's jeans while the other scoffed, almost a hiss. "Because I hate letting you take control without a fight, dumb fuck."

"Dumb fuck, huh?" Gojyo snickered as he pushed his hand inside the jeans he'd finally undone, finding with practiced ease exactly what he knew would shut the monk up. "I d'no, you seem to be enjoying it."

Sanzo tried to protest, but all coherent thought stopped in his mind as Gojyo continued his torture, his hand moving slow, then faster, and then slowly again. The blond-haired man couldn't help the response, thrusting his hips upward as he bit his lip hard. Something in him wanted to keep fighting. His mind told him he shouldn't stand for this indignity, with Gojyo pinning him and treating him like one of the whores he'd sometimes pick up.

But his body told an entirely different story, body drawn taut and jaw slack, a groan falling across his lips, thick black lashes lowered over startlingly vivid eyes. His head fell back, golden hair splaying across the floor, breathing labored as his hips continued to move in time with the thrust of Gojyo's hand.

The monk almost growled when Gojyo's hand suddenly stopped, pulling away, part of the weight leaving. "What the fuck...?"

"You want me to take you without anything, fine, but that's gonna be damn painful for both of us. I've got some stuff in my vest. Gimme a sec."

"Hurry the fuck up, then..."

Gojyo was quick about his business, squirming out of his own pants, throwing off his muscle shirt. He shifted his hand around in the pocket of his vest, growling lowly at the difficulty he was having finding it. However, when he did...

A shuddering, almost tormented groan crossed Sanzo's lips as one of Gojyo's long, practiced fingers slipped into him. His head dropped back again, drawing in a breath through his tightly clenched teeth. He couldn't keep track of his thoughts, his mind shooting off mixed signals, stars flashing in front of his eyes. His breath came in uneven bursts, head rolling to one side, fingers biting into Gojyo's shoulders.

He almost cried out as Gojyo's hand withdrew, but very quickly, he found his almost worries assauged. A mix of pleasure-pain shot through his body as Gojyo moved now, pressing his length against the monk's tight entrance. His body drew even more tense than before in anticipation. It always hurt... not that Gojyo ever was gentle about it. It was almost like the damned kappa was punishing him for being so cruel to him on a normal basis.

Finally, the red-head was tired of waiting. After closing his eyes and steeling himself, knowing he'd very well get beaten over the head for this later, he thrust in the rest of the way. Startled violet eyes flew wide as thin lips dropped open in a silent cry of shock and pain. But as Gojyo started to move in strong, steady thrusts, the pain quickly dissolved into a mind-hazing pleasure.

Control was certainly something Gojyo could proudly flaunt. Despite the beads of sweat that stood out on his slightly tanned face, the way his ruby eyes glassed over, or the tenseness of every muscle in his lean body, he managed again and again to take the blond and himself to the brink of ecstasy without once pushing them over. Sanzo growled angrily, pulling the kappa down into a deep kiss, fighting for dominance with his tongue this time, and Gojyo could no longer stand it.

A few more quick thrusts and Sanzo found his release first, throwing his head back and crying out, making an interestingly beautiful picture that anyone could appreciate. Gojyo followed shortly after, supressing his cries to a harsh grunt, head bent and long hair tickling against Sanzo's chest.

A few silent moments passed before Sanzo's violet eyes turned to Gojyo and he spoke through his frenzied breathing. "I'll kill you for that, you fucking sonuvabitch."

"Eh. You know you liked it."

The red-head pulled away and stood, going to collect his clothes. Neither knew of the events transpiring just a few rooms away...

*****

Hakkai sighed as he finally settled down, lowering wearily into a chair in the room with the two kids. Goku and Kai Lin were both sound asleep, Goku's hand curled around Kai Lin's smaller one, curled up against her side and protecting her, even in sleep.

He smiled a little at that. Goku was fiercely loyal when he decided to be, and the way he clung to the girl like a lifeline proved what Hakkai had hoped... the boy remembered at least a little bit of his past. Unlike the rest of them.

A frown crossed his face as he watched them now, watching as Kai Lin murmured in her sleep and turned to face her friend, looking as childish as he did. He had hoped at first that Goku may find a reasonable companion in the smallish girl, but circumstance had proved otherwise. Circumstance had them with another mission on top of the first one. Circumstance was a bitch.

Idly, he reached foreward and readjusted the blankets, making sure both of the two remained covered. He was tired, but he couldn't sleep. These two needed him.

The voice was whispered at first, as soft as the steps of a wasp across a windowpane, but Hakkai's sharp hearing caught it. "Gonou..."

Startled eyes flew wide and the young man turned, speaking quietly so as not to wake up Goku or Kai Lin. "Kanan...?!"

"Gonou... where are you...?" The voice remained quiet. Hakkai scrambled to his feet and out into the main room. "Gonou... please find me..."

"Kanan?! Kanan, I hear you, where are you?!"

There was a long pause. Hakkai had started to think he may be imagining things, when suddenly, he felt something on his throat, crushing his windpipe. "Right here."

"Ghk...!" Choking. He knew this feeling. He was choking. Something had ahold of his throat and was squeezing, cutting off his air. "Ha--hanase..."

The voice that spoke had changed distinctly, now sinister and shrill. "Where are your friends now, Cho Hakkai? You, a man who is so easily manipulated by such a silly trick, do not deserve to live!"

Squirming slightly, Hakkai clawed at his throat. Nothing was there, but he could distinctly feel the crushing hands, the claws digging into his flesh. What was it?! Where was it?!

He staggered, almost falling under his own fear and confusion. And he could only think of calling for help... "G--Gojyo...!"

*****

In the other room, Gojyo had just succeeded in pulling on his pants, buckling them. But something caught his attention. Something didn't smell right. He looked around briefly. Sanzo stared at him for a moment. "...What's wrong?"

"Somethin' ain't right. I'm gonna check on Hakkai and the bakazaru and bakakanoko." He picked up a cigarette as he walked, reaching out to push the door open, when he heard footsteps fall across the floor behind him. "Eh?"

Sanzo shrugged. "I'm going with you. Can't let you have all the fun."

Gojyo only grinned and pushed open the door. However, the instant he did, he was accosted suddenly by the sounds of a struggle. He could hear Hakkai's choked voice, desperate and pleading for help. "The hell...?! Hakkai!"

*****

In the main room, Hakkai was on his knees, still clawing at something invisible that had hold of his throat. It was Sanzo who first noticed the shadow cast by the green-eyed man. "Hikage youkai!"

The monk drew his gun instantly, but the moment he did, the shadow of the sadistic woman choking his companion faded back into that of the dark haired man that was gasping for air. Gojyo was at Hakkai's side in a split second, catching him before he fell and cradling him carefully. "Damn! It almost managed to completely crush his throat!"

"Gojyo, keep your eyes open. A shadow demon can hide anywhere in a room like this." The monk even looked a little paranoid. "Too many shadows."

"I can... I can stop it..." Hakkai barely managed to rasp out, raising a slender hand. "Here..."

"Iie!" Gojyo snapped, grabbing his best friend's wrist. "You're too weak right now. You'll only end up hurting yourself more!"

"He's our only shot. Let him do it." Gojyo's eyes turned to Sanzo, who was still watching the room warily.

There was a long pause then, and Gojyo gazed back at the young man in his arms. "...All right, then. It's up to you, buddy, make me proud. And don't you dare die."

Hakkai nodded a little. "Hai."

Just as he was lifting his hands however, he choked again, head falling back and eyes wide. The crushing hands had returned, the indentations obvious on his slim throat. Gojyo panicked. "Hakkai! Hang on!"

Sanzo snapped to attention instantly, turning towards them and drawing his gun. Then he saw the problem. Hakkai's shadow was stretched across Gojyo's chest. The demon was mocking him now. He couldn't fire without killing Gojyo as well!

Cursing loudly, he snarled as the youkai started to laugh. "Kisama wa..."

"Kill me, kill the half-breed. Before you kill us both, I'll break this man's neck! What do you think you should do NOW, monk?!"

Hakkai didn't look too good at this point. His lips were turning an abnormal shade, and his face had taken on an unusual tint as well. Gojyo was almost near hysteria out of anger. "You bitch! Let him go!"

The youkai only laughed, but then without warning, Hakkai threw up a hand. A bright burst of light filled the room, and the sudden image of a shrieking black creature was skitting across the floor at record speed, looking for a shadow. Sanzo was a split second quicker, aiming and firing. He closed his eyes, pleased, as the thing died in a burst of energy and an ear-shattering shriek.

But Gojyo was not at all in the same sense of cheer. He was shaking Hakkai gently, patting the pale cheek. "Hakkai! Hakkai, meiou asukete! Hakkai! Don't you dare die on me now, Hakkai, come on!"

Sanzo sat and stared for a moment, watching the scene play out before him. "...He'll live. Hakkai's too stubborn to die, you should know that by now. Come on. Let's get him in a bed."

Gojyo nodded a little, standing with Hakkai's lax form cradled in his arms. "C'mon, buddy... you have to live, right? Can't die just yet..."

*****

"It failed?"

"Yes, your majesty..." The youkai knelt before the dark-haired man before him was trembling. "My greatest apologies..."

"And the Kirin and the boy?"

"Both well. But the green-eyed man is near death. I am certain he will--..."

The man in the chair stood up abruptly, his form dwarfing the youkai before him, strong fists clenched as his eyes narrowed. "I told you I wanted death assured! Dead before releasing. If he is not dead, he will not die! I know these men that well. Get out of my sight!"

"Demo, your majesty..."

"Go!"

The youkai cowered slightly, then bowed deeply. "Of course, your majesty..."

As the youkai scurried out quickly, the man turned to a window, scowling out. "My plans were foiled before, but they will not be again. Seiten Taisen Son Goku... Holy Kirin Kai Lin... we will see each other again... soon..."

As he laughed, a deep booming sound, in the Human Realm, two children slept soundly in bed, not knowing what was transpiring around them...

~Tsuzukeru...~