louiselux | Saiyuki/Batman crossover of dooom part one, Hakkai/Gojyo, NC-17

Title: Untitled
Fandom: more Saiyuki than Batman
Rating: NC-17 for explicit batsmut
Pairing: Cat Gojyo/Butler!Hakkai

Notes: Leather catsuits galore!

emungere absolutely made me write this as she is the fount of all crack in the universe. And also Gojyo in a catsuit moved into my brain and just wouldn't leave. Semi-rough and not finished-- there should be another part, as I have to get Goku Greyson in there somewhere.

Sanzo revved his car's engine and thundered down the back road that led towards his mansion. There was a man slumped unconscious in his front seat, and he was bleeding all over the black leather upholstery.

The man was similarly upholstered, in some weird outfit that clung to every curve and swell of his body. Sanzo bit his lip, aware he couldn't complain about weird bodysuits. Although his own suit was designed to fight crime, not for walking around looking like a pervert.

He risked another glance at him. He was tightly blindfolded with one of Sanzo's spare handkerchiefs. Black leather fingerless gloves ended just below the curve of his bare shoulder. One long, very long, central zip ran from the tight, high neck down to his crotch-- it seemed to end somewhere right down between his legs, Sanzo noticed, eyes wide. Laced up knee boots and a belt with a vicious looking whip and chain arrangement finished off the bizarre look. His eyes traveled upwards again and noticed that attached to the zip was a large round zip pull in the shape of a G. It dangled gaily under the man's chin, glinting in the light from the dashboard.

'Like what you see?'

Sanzo started. 'Not really,' he shot back, recovering quickly. 'Try and stop bleeding on the leather, please.'

'Hey - it's you, isn't it? I recognise your voice. You're weird guy from the bar,' the man went on. Sanzo gave a non-committal grunt. 'So. Well. This is nice. Why am I blindfolded and where are we going? It better be good. By which I mean kinky,' the man said with a grin, then a wince when he tried to move his leg.

'Shut up. I'm taking you back to my house to get you fixed up. It's safer for everyone if you don't know where that is.' His fingers tapped on the steering wheel. 'How did you know I was looking at you if you can't see?'

'My cat-like instincts.' Then, leaning closer, 'I can always tell if someone's eyeing me up.'

The man let his head fall back onto the headrest. He grinned, blindfolded face turned towards Sanzo unnervingly, as though he could see straight through the fabric. Sanzo fixed his eyes on the road.

'I wasn't.'

'Right.'

The man smiled again in that way that Sanzo was starting to find annoying. Alarmed, Sanzo watched as he spread his legs a little on the seat, his firm, leather-clad rump shifting smoothly on the seat. Sanzo's gaze was drawn to the rip in his trousers, which ran across his inner thigh. Along with a nasty cut, it showed an expanse of tanned muscular flesh. The man slid his hand down and cupped it around the bulge at his crotch. His fingers fanned out, stroking the swell of his balls where the leather clung tight and glossy. His hips bucked minutely into his hand.

'Are you always like this?'.

The man flashed dark eyes at him and red lips grinned, wide and dirty. 'My ass is sore, but I bet you could make it feel better.'

It was the cheesiest line Sanzo had heard in a long time, and he'd heard some bad ones. He attracted them, although he wasn't sure why. Life wasn't fair, he decided.

'I'm straight,' he hissed. 'Let's just get that-- straight-- right now.'

It was hot in the car. He turned the A/C on.

'As long as you're sure,' the man said, 'but you seemed pretty keen back in that bar to get your hands on me. For a straight guy. In a bat costume.'

Sanzo shut his eyes briefly against the memory of rolling around in that crummy bar, pinned between that man's surprisingly powerful thighs.

'I was trying to catch the leader of that gang, idiot,' he snapped. 'I didn't ask to be jumped on by you. You just got in the way.'

The man shrugged and had the grace to look sheepish. 'Well, I thought you were one of them. You were always hanging around nearby, so I just assumed you knew 'em. Who the fuck are you, anyway?' he added.
Sanzo pretended not to hear that last bit.

'I was tailing them, moron. And it's not like I expected a, a-- pop singer to try and kill me.'

'I'm not just a singer,' the man snapped back. 'The band's our cover. Anyway, I was never gonna kill ya. But we did catch him in the end, didn't we?'

'I suppose,' Sanzo said eventually, grudgingly.

The man had been useful-- he had to admit it. That chain thing had come in useful and he could fight well. He wasn't quite as useless as he looked. Sanzo wasn't heartless - he was bringing this freak home to be fixed up by Hakkai, by way of thanks.

It wasn't all bad, just mostly. Sanzo worked alone. Well, apart from his faithful butler and his snot nosed but useful young ward.

There was a tense silence, until the man said, 'So, did you like our band?'

'No. You sounded terrible.'

And they lapsed into more silence.

Fifteen minutes later Sanzo pulled up hard, sending a spray of gravel from under the wheels of his stylish, highly modified sports coupe. It was black, like most of his other possessions.

'Hey, you,' he said.

'Name's Gojyo Sha, mister grumpy.'

'Hurry the fuck up then, Sha,' he snapped, leaping from the car. 'And don't think I'm carrying your ass inside.'

'Hakkai. Hakkai!' he shouted, slamming the door open.

'Yes, Master Sanzo?' came a quiet voice in his ear, very close.

Sanzo jumped and found Hakkai at his elbow, smiling. He hadn't heard him at all. Sometimes his butler really gave him the creeps. They both turned to look as Gojyo limped through the door into the hall, dragging his injured leg. Both hands were splayed as he groped his way along the wooden panelling.

'You could've taken the fucking blindfold off, man,' he said. 'The bastard knots in the thing are impossible.'

'Fix him,' Sanzo said, jerking his head. 'Use a guest bedroom.' He didn't want to get anymore involved with Catboy than he had to. He looked like trouble. And he was vulgar.

But his butler was fully occupied staring at Gojyo. He watched Hakkai's gaze fix on the leather catsuit. A small smile crept over Hakkai's lips and he walked swiftly over and slipped an arm around Gojyo's waist.

'Wah! Where the fuck did you come from?' Gojyo said, lurching back, blind hands groping over Hakkai's chest.

'Mr Sha, do not be alarmed. My name is Hakkai and I'm going to take you upstairs and make you better. Okay? We can get rid of this too,' and he tugged the blindfold over black hair.

'Thanks,' Gojyo said, rubbing his eyes.

He blinked, opened his mouth to speak, probably to whinge or say something disgusting, then his gaze fell on Hakkai and whatever he was about to say died away. Unconcerned, Hakkai settled Gojyo's long hair, caught up in an elasticated band, back on his shoulder where it lay sleek and smooth like a cat's tail.

'Good. Now, lean on me. All your weight. Yes. That's right.'

Gojyo did what he was told. Not surprising given his butler's talent for manipulation and cajoling. Sanzo smiled as he watched them stagger up the stairs. Hakkai was pressed a little too close, even for someone being helpful.

'Hey, Hakkai,' he said, grinning, 'he's got a sore backside, he said. You'd better fix it too.'

*

Whoever this Hakkai guy was, he was strong. He'd almost carried Gojyo up the wide, curving staircase and he wasn't even breathing hard, and it wasn't like Gojyo was small. Good endurance, he thought, very aware of the man's body pressed against him and his profile, pale and fine, right next to his. The hand at his waist curled tighter and if his leg hadn't been aching so much he might've enjoyed it. This guy had a fucking sexy voice, low and soft in his ear as it issued instructions. They'd pushed into a room off a long hallway. The room was large, gloomy and dominated by a big bed.

'Lie down, please,' Hakkai said, and without waiting for Gojyo to take any action pushed him back onto the bed so he flopped down, his limbs sinking into the soft covers.

Hakkai leaned over him and planted a hand next to his head. 'Try and keep still. I'm going to do something now that might surprise you,' he said, with a smile.

He withdrew and then bent low over Gojyo's groin, his fingers pushing into the tear in his trousers. With no warning he tugged it and the rip widened.

'Hey!' Gojyo cried. 'What are you doing? Watch the threads!'

'Don't worry, Mr Sha. Master Sanzo will fully reimburse you. I'll make sure of it. I need to do this - trust me,' and then he gave another one of those small, soft smiles. This time, pinned by his intense gaze, it affected Gojyo somewhere deep in his midriff, just like it had downstairs.

'Uh-- okay,' he said and then breathed in sharply as Hakkai's hand laid itself over the cut on his leg. It throbbed, hot and burning. He groaned.

'This won't take long,' he heard Hakkai saying, distantly.

His leg stung like hundreds of hot needles were being jabbed in it. His head spun and he got dizzy. Then the room went blurry and it and everything else faded away.

He woke up again to find Hakkai leaning over him again, staring at him with a sort of steady patience.

'Uh. Shit,' he said rubbing at his eyes. 'How long was I out?'

'You were asleep for an hour or so. Your body must've needed it in order to heal. Now, how do you feel? Better?'

Gojyo pushed himself up on one hand and reached down to feel his leg, where the cut was-- no. He jerked up, forcing Hakkai to move back. He stared at smooth skin, just a little pink and shiny now.

'It's gone. What did you do?' He stared up at the man.

Hakkai shrugged. 'A healing technique. Master Sanzo spent many years in studying the ancient medical arts in Tibet and I have been lucky enough to be under his tutelage in such matters. For a little while. Although perhaps he might say that now I have the greater skill.'

Hakkai placed his hand on Gojyo's leg, where the deep, inflamed wound had been. 'Can you feel any pain?'

Hakkai's palm was warm and his fingers curved down around his inner thigh, not very far from his balls. A small flare of warmth lit somewhere in Gojyo's belly and made his cock twitch. No, he didn't feel any pain. Energy thrummed through him: his body sang with it.

'Whatever you did, I think it worked,' he said, letting his eyes meet Hakkai's.

He smiled and lay back on the bed. His thighs parted very slightly. An invitation, subtle but nothing he had to be ashamed of if he was refused. He didn't think he would be though. Hakkai lent down over him.

'Very good, Mr Sha,' said Hakkai, eyes dark and unreadable, dangerous looking. Gojyo liked it.

His gaze tracked over Gojyo's body then came back to fasten on his eyes. Gojyo's face heated up as his gaze was caught and held for long seconds. This man's eyes were mesmerizing. Under the butler get-up he could tell there was a pin-up body, just from the way Hakkai moved: smooth, graceful and purposeful. He wanted to see it.

Gojyo was getting hard and he knew without looking that it must be obvious. The catsuit wasn't exactly designed for shy, retiring types. Hakkai's nostrils flared slightly and that more than anything made Gojyo suddenly want him, any way and anywhere Hakkai liked.

'Mr Sha,' Hakkai said softly, with another smile. 'I'm very pleased you're feeling better, but I feel I should check you all over. Just in case you have any other injuries. Let's take these off, shall we.' Presumably he meant all of Gojyo's clothes.

'Yeah,' Gojyo said. His voice was husky and low.

Hakkai's fingers wrapped round the G shaped zipper tag and began to pull it down and Gojyo just had to help by arching his back. It went down a long way, over his stomach and below. He watched the concentration on Hakkai's face as he tugged it smoothly down over his chest, his stomach, lower, right down to his crotch.

'Oh my,' Hakkai said. Gojyo's prick lolled free, thick and half hard in its nest of dark hair. It twitched hello under Hakkai's scrutiny. 'You are feeling better.' Hakkai's voice dropped a little. 'You'd better turn over, Mr Sha, so I can check the other side.'

'It wasn't true about my ass being sore,' Gojyo said, feeling perhaps that was unnecessary information at this stage.

'Still,' Hakkai said, unwavering. 'Turn over. Please.'

Firm hands on his hips, as firm as Hakkai's voice, encouraged him to roll over until he was face down. He wiggled helpfully as Hakkai worked the top half of his outfit down over his shoulders. Cool air washed over his back and it was a relief to be out of the clingy stuff. Then Hakkai's hands ghosted over his lower back, soft as butterfly wings. Gojyo breathed out. That was good. Hakkai's hands moved, then fell lower, smoothing out over his still leather-clad ass in two slow, lingering circles. Gojyo pressed his face into the bed and tried not to whimper. The hands began to ease down tight leather, pushing it down over his hips. Gojyo almost bit his own tongue when Hakkai freed the seam that had ridden up into the crack of his ass cheeks, slowly and with one careful finger sliding into the hot crevice.

'I don't want to hurt you, Mr Sha,' Hakkai said, under his breath. He sounded almost like he meant it.

'Ahh, that's so good. I mean-- that's fine.'

His backside was completely exposed now, his trousers pushed down to his knees, where they were tucked into his boots.

Gojyo wondered if this was the point at which he should say he didn't usually bottom, not even for freakishly hot butlers he'd only just met and who he found wildly attractive. Hakkai's unseen gaze burned into him. He wanted this man. Something in his touch made Gojyo want to purr and stretch and writhe: the man was like some human version of catnip.

'Everything here looks perfectly fine,' Hakkai said, 'but I'd better just check. Just-- ah-- spread your legs for me, please. Just a little.'

Gojyo bit his lip. His cock lengthened and thickened where it was trapped beneath his belly and the bed. He pushed into the soft linen and bit back a moan as Hakkai's hands took a firm grip on his naked ass and squeezed his cheeks, kneading them together. His strong hands cupped them whole, fondling the curves, judging their lush swell like they were hefting a ripe melon. Gojyo heard a low, soft moan.

'No problems here that I can see, Mr Sha. You're really very-- healthy. I'll carry on with my examination, if you don't mind.'

'Do I even have a choice?' Gojyo murmured happily, thrusting his hips a little to rub himself against the bed. He wasn't sure he wanted one. Being felt up by this green eyed hottie was the best thing that had happened all week, no, all month, or even all year.

Hakkai appeared to be joining in the game. The firm hand that planted itself in the small of his back said no and its weight, pushing him down hard, stilled him. He heard Hakkai moving behind him and then the mattress dipped. There was a plasticky click of a tube being opened and a familiar smell curled through the air, very slightly medicinal. Oh god. His heart began to thud. This was a serious game. It'd been a long time since he'd let anyone get inside him.

Hakkai's hand slid beneath him to cup his balls and to squeeze the base of his cock, and then began to work its way up. Under Gojyo's stomach a small cool wet patch was forming where his cock drooled. The sheet was sticky with it. Some examination this was. Gojyo groaned and pushed wantonly down against Hakkai's palm and wondered if all of Hakkai's patients got this treatment, or if it was just him. He found himself oddly bothered by the idea that Hakkai-- come on, he didn't even know the guy-- would do this with anyone else.

'Mr Sha, please kneel up. On all fours. Yes, just like that.'

Gojyo hung his head, his face hot at being ordered around, at being so exposed. He burned, waiting to be touched, shivering all over.

There was a pause then, and then a touch that made him moan out loud, shameless. Hakkai's finger slid into him, oiled and easy.

'Is this causing you any discomfort?' he heard Hakkai ask.

His cool voice made Gojyo wild, made him want to hear what he'd sound like when he was coming hard in Gojyo's ass. Yeah, he could get into being fucked by this guy.

'No,' he muttered.

Hakkai's finger slid in further, two knuckles and then it curled, stroking inside him. Gojyo pushed back on to him, raising his hips.

'Good, good,' Hakkai breathed. 'Very good, Mr Sha. Let me see you do that again.'

'You can call me Gojyo,' he got out, gasping and almost laughing, and then he began to work himself back on Hakkai's finger, clenching tight around it, circling his hips until another one slid in. 'Oh, fuck.'

Hakkai rolled his balls in one hand, sliding up to stroke his fingers over the damp tip of his cock. Another finger pushed in and he froze, sweating, his heart thumping fast and hard. This guy, who he'd just met, was going to fuck him, would slide his cock in hard and deep and Gojyo was going to let him.

'What excellent responses you have, Gojyo,' Hakkai said. 'But just one final test, I think.'

The hand around his cock went away and Gojyo wondered what he was doing, until he heard the metallic rasp of a zipper and the rustle of cloth. A short pause and then the snap of a condom and the wet, slick sounds of Hakkai greasing himself, and a soft groan. Cool air on his ass as his cheeks were spread and then fingers were replaced by something much bigger, a blunt round head that made him cry out as it eased him open. Gojyo's fingers curled into the sheets.

'Oh, Gojyo,' Hakkai growled, 'you really are very fit.'

Hakkai's hands wrapped round his hips and eased Gojyo's body back onto his cock until he was buried deep, his hips tight up against Gojyo's ass.

Gojyo couldn't keep quiet, until fingers that tasted of his own precome slipped into his mouth. He licked at them, a high pitched sob trapped in his throat as Hakkai's cock twitched inside him, stretching him wide.

Then, unexpectedly, there was a warm weight on his back and Hakkai's lips were at his neck, wet kisses and soft bites, hot breath in his ear making him shiver and squirm as Hakkai's tongue washed over it, kissing and biting him, with his cock wedged tight inside him, not moving, just teasing in slow circles. Gojyo sucked his fingers, using his tongue and mouth just as if Hakkai's cock was pushing between his lips.

'You're gorgeous,' Hakkai whispered, all coolness gone now, his voice low and hot. 'I want to feel you squirm against me. I want my cock in your throat, you inside me, your tongue in me, your fingers, everything. I've been waiting for someone just like you. Oh, god.'

His hand left Gojyo's mouth and slid down over his ribs, teased his nipples with two sharp flicks. Gojyo jerked, the intense pleasure, almost pain, shooting straight to his groin. Hakkai bit his neck again, harder this time, then buried his face in Gojyo's hair and began to fuck him hard, murmuring to Gojyo all the things Gojyo would do for him, sooner or later.

God, he was good, Gojyo thought, blissful. Hakkai rode him like he owned him, hard and fast and mean, his balls slapping wildly against Gojyo's flesh, one hand jerking Gojyo, wet and slippery, heat burning him up as it curled through him with every thrust of Hakkai's cock, fast and smooth. Gojyo could feel every inch of it, sweet and harsh inside, on the edge of pain. Hakkai fisted a hand in his hair and he came, spurting over Hakkai's hand, arching his back, clenching hard round Hakkai's dick as it moved in him and crying out.

'Yes, oh Gojyo,' Hakkai gasped, his voice rough and unsteady.

He clamped both arms round Gojyo's waist and thrust one last time. His cock twitched, hard and thick, and he groaned deep in his chest.

They collapsed together, Hakkai heavy and hot on his back, both panting hard. After a while Hakkai pulled out very carefully. There was the snap of the condom, Hakkai padding somewhere to get rid of it, the bed dipping once more as Hakkai came back to his side.

A hand touching his shoulder, tentative. It was odd after what they'd just done. Sweet, somehow. Gojyo rolled over, boneless and sleepy, so he could look at Hakkai.

'I have to go to the bathroom,' he said, yawning.

'Did I hurt you?' Hakkai asked, low and tired sounding.

'Mmmm. No. Not at all. You're pretty amazing,' he said, stretching. 'In lots of ways.'

'Thank you,' Hakkai said, like he really meant it.

They looked at each other for a long moment. Hakkai looked away first. He was different now, slightly sheepish.

'I guess you're a good doctor. Healer. Whatever the hell you are,' Gojyo said, sitting up. 'What are you?'

'The truth, Gojyo? I don't know.'

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Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

*fans self* Oh, Hakkai, you kinky, kinky butler, you.

And is Gojyo wearing Sanzo's pervy underwear?!

Sanzo bit his lip, wondering if he was really one to speak about weird bodysuits. Although his own suit was designed to fight crime, not for walking around looking like a pervert. And at least his wasn't skin-tight.

Oh no, Sanzo, you'd never wear anything that made you look like a pervert!

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Saiyuki/Batman crossover of dooom part one, Hakkai/Gojyo, NC-17

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