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Saiyuki fic: The Curse, Hakkai/Gojyo, NC 17 - 2/3
Title: The Curse
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Warnings: explict het and m/m, genderswap
Notes and summary can be found here. Any feedback and comments are very much appreciated.
part one
The paths were neat and winding and long, far longer than he'd thought.
The gardens must be vast, maybe the old estates of some local lord. He strolled, whistling, tilting his face to the sun. It was good on his skin. He grinned, remembering Hakkai up close this morning, and the look on her face. He should be more freaked, he knew that. He shouldn't even be thinking of Hakkai as a woman, he was sure, but it was impossible not to.
The woods got thicker as he walked, and he began to hear the sound of rushing water. It grew louder, until the trees and shrubs thinned a little and he saw a pool of dark shining water. At one end, water tumbled down, splashing down over smooth carved rocks that lay tumbled at one end. They were wet and pale grey, gleaming like wet fish.
He didn't notice the movement at first, but then he saw a dark head in the water, and smooth pale shoulders. Hakkai was swimming.
Gojyo ducked back behind a bush. He should call out or something, because she was naked. He could see her breasts, nipples stiff from the cold as she swam to the falls and climbed up onto a flat rock, water sheeting from her thighs and her stomach and her breasts. Oh. Oh. She stretched up, arms high in the air, then pushed off, neat and quick and fast, plunging into the dark water. She came up yards away and shook the water from her hair and face. She was smiling. She flung herself onto her back and floated, legs kicking lazily. She flipped over and dived again, the backs of her bare thighs gleaming and exposed for one instant.
"Holy shit," Gojyo whispered.
It might have been the best thing he'd ever seen in his life.
He squatted, sitting back on his heels, and put his head in his hands. This was all wrong. Then he heard a sound, kind of near; someone's breathing.
He crept along, because he could be soundless even when his head had been messed with, and pushed aside some boughs to see Chao, kneeling, his hand pressed to the front of his robe. When he clocked Gojyo his eyes bugged out like Buddha had just come down himself to pat him on the back, then he scrambled to his feet, red faced.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Gojyo said, stalking forward. "Pervin' on Miss Cho, huh?"
"I wasn't. It's a mistake!" Chao said, and then, as Gojyo stared him out, he dropped his eyes and then clasped his hands. "You're right," he said. "But I didn't mean to. I thought to bring her some food and tea, as she did not come back to eat lunch." There was a black and gold laquered tray resting on the leaves. "Then I saw her." He bit his lip and gave Gojyo a huge eyed worried look and then hung his head even more. "I'm sorry. You may punish me. I know you are her friend and protector. I've tarnished her honour."
Gojyo sighed. Great, now he was all sorry. Couldn't Chao stop being actually a decent guy for once?
"Don't worry about Miss Cho's honour. It ain't gonna get dented by a creep like you." Or me.
Chao flushed. "I don't understand."
"She ain't like other women." He stopped, because he heard Hakkai's laughter and then a sort of wet splat coming from the lake. They looked at each other and then moved as one to the bank to peer through the foliage.
"It would appear you are not holding back from spying yourself," Chao said, softly.
"Shut up."
"I'm just making the point."
"Consider it goddamn made."
Hakkai was in the water, hanging still and staring at something below the surface. She dived, inhumanly fast and neat, then came up several seconds later clutching a large silvery grey fish. She flung it with one long lob onto the bank, where it thunked down onto the mud, gasping and flapping its fins.
Chao didn't say anything. His mouth was wide open.
"Girl can fish," Gojyo offered.
"What is. Ah. What is the nature of Miss Cho?" Chao said.
It was a nice way of asking if she was some kind of freak or not, Gojyo guessed. He sighed again. Chao was gonna find out anyway, at some point, when Hakkai miraculously woke up with a penis at some point soon. There was no way Hakkai was going to stay a woman forever.
"Hakkai's really a man. A youkai man."
"I beg your pardon?"
"She's really a guy," Gojyo said, watching Hakkai's long legs kick through the water. "It's a spell. We're here to get it fixed."
Chao was silent for some minutes, apart from letting out a winded-sounding sigh. Gojyo didn't look at him. He kinda didn't feel like talking either. Hakkai's naked skin, the black lake, her dark wet hair, and the quiet splash of water made it like some kind of dream. She pulled herself out and sat on a rock. She stroked her hands over her skin, along her thighs and over her breasts, and stared up into the sky. Gojyo felt his own mouth hanging open. They had to go. He nudged Chao in the ribs.
"We're still pervin'. Let's go."
"Oh! Uh, yes, yes," Chao said, and turned and hurried away to pick up the tray.
Gojyo walked behind him all the way back, until he got back to the shady tree where Goku and Sanzo were. They lay sleeping side by side, sprawled on the grass with heavy limbs. Sanzo's hair was getting long, and pale tendrils of it fanned out on the grass. They looked like two people without a single care between them. They were holding hands.
A little while later, as Gojyo was eating the last of the peaches, Hakkai came wandering along the path. She carried three huge fish. She gave Gojyo a smile and laid them down on the grass, then sat beside them.
Sanzo struggled upright, blinking awake, shaking of Goku's hand. Goku muttered at his side and yawned hugely, then sat up too, pinging awake like he'd never been asleep.
"Oh, hey, are we gonna eat those?"
"Yes," Hakkai said, smiling brightly. "I thought I'd cook them for dinner, with some spring onions and greens." She waved at a passing monk, and gave him instructions to put them in the ice house for her. He bowed and hurried away.
"Mm, I'm hungry already," Goku said, but he sounded really happy about it for once. "This is a great place."
Sanzo shook his head, like he was trying to wake up, and groped for his cigarettes. "Yeah, apart from the youkai attacks. We'd better expect another one at any time."
"Well, let's enjoy this while we can," Hakkai said.
Sanzo gave him a squinty look and shrugged, but for once he didn't open his mouth to whinge.
Jeep swooped along the path and landed near Hakkai with a small cheep. He climbed awkwardly into Hakkai's lap, then sat there looking smug.
"Hello, little one," Hakkai said.
"Why's your hair all wet, Hakkai?" Goku asked.
"I went bathing in the lake. It was very refreshing. And also full of fish." Her eyes met Gojyo's. "Have you had a pleasant day, Gojyo?"
"Yeah, uh, not bad," Gojyo said, wondering how much Chao was freaking out right now. "It's a decent place." He dug the tattered and grimy pack of cards from his back pocket, where they'd lived for years. He'd never got out of the habit of carrying them. "Hey, anyone up for Chase the Pig?"
"Ooh, yes," Hakkai said.
"Tell me the rules again," said Goku.
"The loser has to grovel to the winner," Hakkai said. "For a specified amount of time. Making pig noises."
"Cool!"
Even Sanzo played. They sat on the grass until the sun began to lower over the edges of the trees. Hakkai won, obviously, but it was good anyway, even if Sanzo flatly refused to grovel on all fours and do pig impressions. Hakkai smelled of green stuff: algae and leaves and maybe even pond weed. They wandered indoors when it got too dark to see the cards properly.
Chao was waiting in the entrance, and he bowed very low to Hakkai, speechless and red faced and not meeting Gojyo's eyes.
Hakkai fixed Gojyo with a look. "What did you say to him?"
"Huh? Nothing?"
"Gojyo."
Sanzo and Goku pushed past Gojyo and disappeared a little bit too quickly into the dining room.
"It just came up!"
"Did it really?"
"Look, the guy was going to find out at some point, wasn't he?"
Hakkai pressed her lips together. "I'm sure I wasn't hiding anything from him. Or anyone."
"Damn right. He was spying on you, when you were swimming naked," Gojyo said.
Hakkai smiled, looking very calm. "How do you know I was swimming naked?"
"Yeah, well…"
"Never mind. You weren't exactly discreet," Hakkai said. "Next time, keep your voice down when you're protecting my honour. It rather spoils the moment."
"I'm sorry," Gojyo said, and meant it. "I didn't mean to."
Hakkai met his eyes. "I didn't mind," she said, slowly.
After they ate, the four of them played a slow and quiet game of mahjong until a young monk came running in.
"What now?" Sanzo said.
"Master Jiang has arrived."
"Oh," said Hakkai, and her face fell.
"He would be delighted to meet you."
Master Jiang was waiting for them in a small parlour, which was crammed with scrolls and books. It smelled of old paper and ink and wood. Gojyo liked it. A brass telescope stood at the open windows, pointing up at the black velvet sky, and a small painted wooden globe sat on a stand. Fancy stuff, Gojyo thought, for a monk.
Master Jiang was tall, with narrow shoulders and the sort of muscles a guy got after about seventy years hard living, it looked like. He was wiry and tanned, with deep wrinkles round his black eyes. His bald head shone like the polished wood floor in the dining room.
"I'm so sorry for making you wait, my lord," he said, dipping his head. "Your esteemed colleagues also. Please, do sit."
"Hn," Sanzo said. "Thank you for your hospitality."
They sat on low wooden chairs. Gojyo felt weirdly like a kid in here, waiting to see someone important, like the time they tried to put him in an orphanage and he'd run away. Hakkai's arm brushed his briefly.
"I hear there's a problem that I might help you with?" Jiang said.
"My servant," Sanzo said. "He's got a problem."
"Oh," Jiang said, surveying Gojyo and Goku.
"We're not servants," Gojyo pointed out.
"Not them. I mean him," Sanzo said, and jerked his thumb at Hakkai, who was sitting very quietly with precisely folded hands and neatly crossed ankles.
"Good evening," Hakkai said.
"Him?" Jiang said, wondering. He stared at Hakkai for a moment, and then something like realisation dawned. "Ah," he said. "I think I see."
"What do you mean, 'ah'?" Gojyo said.
Jiang sighed and came to stand in front of Hakkai. "This happened recently?" he said, staring down into Hakkai's face.
"Almost five days ago," Hakkai said. "It's not that troublesome really."
Jiang gazed at her thoughtfully for a few seconds. "Remarkable," he said. "I know who cast this spell."
"The crone?" Gojyo said.
"My sister," said Jiang.
"What the hell? Your sister?"
Jiang nodded, looking a little sheepish. "My sister, Singing Tree. She has… Issues."
Sanzo was scowling so much it looked like his face might break. "Explain yourself. What the hell kind of temple is this?"
Jiang turned away and tucked his arms into his long sleeves. "She is older than me by several minutes. We are twins, you see."
"Oh," Hakkai said, very softly and clearly. "Twins."
"What's that got to do with anything?" Sanzo said.
"Nothing, possibly." Jiang glanced at Hakkai.
"Tell me about her," Hakkai said.
Jiang looked at Hakkai in silence for so long that Gojyo began to wonder if there was something spooky going on. Jiang sighed.
"We were very close. For the first seven years of our lives we spoke to no one else, not even our mother," he said.
"That's a long time," Goku said. He was as wide eyed as a kid.
Jiang looked him over, very carefully "But not so long, really. The local priest, a Catholic missionary, declared us possessed by Satan and we were beaten and starved. Singing Tree was beaten particularly hard, as the priest said that a girl was in extra danger from evil influences, being of weaker brain and moral strength. My father sent me to the local temple, and my sister was married three years later to one of my father's cousins. "
"Get to the point. Where is she?" Sanzo said. Jiang smiled.
"Singing Tree never did settle down to marriage. As a young girl I remember that she lusted for knowledge and would tell me stories every day. When she was seventeen my father came to tell me she had run away from her husband. Many years later I found she had travelled to India, where she learnt of dark arts and lived as a shaman in the courts of the rajahs. She talks little of those times to me."
"She's come back to you?" Hakkai said, sounding breathless.
"Oh, yes. She has a house on Snow Peak Mountain. It is a day's travel."
"So, now she turns men into women for laughs?" Gojyo said.
Jiang smiled again. "In a word, yes. That's exactly what she does. Possibly there is some element of revenge on men. They do seem to get awfully upset about the menstruating part. Or, perhaps the young man here reminded her of Father William. Mostly, I suspect she does it to annoy me, or because she's bored."
"How irresponsible," Hakkai said, gripping her hands tightly together. "Although one can possibly see her point of view."
"Can you bring her here?" Sanzo said.
Jiang nodded. "Yes, and she will be made to undo the curse on this poor young gentleman. I will summon her and she'll be here within the day."
"Thanks heavens," Hakkai said, but he didn't sound like he meant it.
Gojyo waited until they were trooping up the stairs before he spoke. "D'you think he's on the level?"
"What reason has he got to lie?" Sanzo said.
"To protect his sister?" Goku said.
"Yeah, apart from where he admitted she did it and now he's gonna make her fix it, monkey," said Gojyo, and caught Goku round the neck, more for comfort than anything else.
"Don't you dare fight," Sanzo said. "I don't want to have to pay for your breakages."
"You burnt the table with your cigarette last night," Goku said. "You can't complain."
Gojyo tuned out their bickering. Hakkai was quiet, which wasn't exactly unusual for Hakkai, but still. Her patient smile managed to look not at all happy.
"I guess things'll be different tomorrow," Gojyo said, as Hakkai stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to him.
"It will be better to be really me," Hakkai said, looking up at him with her soft green eyes.
"Yeah." Gojyo nodded, his mouth getting dry the more he looked at her. At Hakkai, who was really a guy under all the pretty girl stuff. It was so easy to forget. "It'll be better."
Hakkai stepped closer. Sanzo and Goku had gone into their room and were still talking, loudly. Something clattered to the floor. She put her hand on Gojyo's arm and bit her lip.
"Gojyo, do you want to—"
Footsteps thumped up the stairs. "Master Sanzo! Master Sanzo!"
It was Chao, looking pale and scared. Hakkai stepped away and ducked her head, huffing out a small sigh.
"What now?" Sanzo said, coming out dressed just in his jeans.
"They're coming. More youkai. Huang saw them coming and ran all the way back. Master Jiang is organising the monks, but we need your help." Chao fell to his knees. "Please."
"Damn it. It's our fault they're here anyway," Sanzo said. "Of course we'll help"
They clattered down the stairs to the sounds of approaching yells and screams, and Gojyo could feel the energy in the air, bad energy. A mass of youkai had surrounded the high brick temple walls, chanting and waving firebrands and weapons.
"Shit, there must be hundreds," Gojyo said.
"More than five hundred, I think," said Hakkai, at his elbow. Her face was pale and set grimly, and her hands were clasped tight.
"You okay?" Gojyo said, calling his shakujou.
"I'm fine," Hakkai said, with a faint smile.
"Be careful, okay?"
"Yes, Gojyo, of course. Perhaps I can disembowel people."
There was something bad about Hakkai's eyes, but Gojyo didn't have time to go into it any further. The youkai broke through the tall iron gates, shoving them down onto monks, and then he was busy, slicing and whirling out his chain until the muscles in his shoulders began to burn.
Battle made him fiercely happy somewhere in the pit of his stomach; the sound of it, the smell, the power and skill he didn't get to show anywhere else. He tore through their enemies, keeping Hakkai in view all the time. He saw Jiang fighting with a shovel at one point. Goku was dripping with sweat and red faced, hardly smiling at all. Sanzo stood like a cold centre of the storm, his gun firing endlessly. Chao had his sword and was waving it about like he was some kind of hero. Hakkai stood in front of the temple doors, face still, her hands at her sides.
They weren't going to win, he saw that after about twenty minutes, and it made him sick to his guts. There were too many.
"Stand back," Hakkai called, coming forward. "I have to."
"Hakkai, no," Sanzo shouted, above the din.
Hakkai, eyes narrowed and fists clenched tight, summoned her qi.
It wasn't like Hakkai's qi; that was the weird thing. It was bright, blazing like the sun in the middle of the desert, white and painful. The earth shook and seemed to spin, as if confused. Gojyo saw maybe a hundred faces turning upwards to the light, bleached out with dark eyes and ragged snarling mouths, before it blasted them into dust and ash.
"Holy shit," Gojyo breathed, as the smoke and dust kicked up by the fight settled around their feet. The air smelled dead and cooked, and the roar of battle had been replaced with quiet groans from injured monks and the far away singing of night birds. All the youkai were gone.
Hakkai stood alone, fists still clenched, and they turned to look at her.
"What did you do?" Goku said, in a small awed voice. "That was—I dunno." He shivered. "Scary."
"I'm not sure," Hakkai said, staring at her clenched hands. "I—I don't know."
"Hey, it's fine," Gojyo said, and reached out to touch her elbow. She flinched away.
"I don't think it is," Hakkai said, and turned away. "I'm going to my room," she said, half looking over her shoulder.
The ground was burnt where the youkai had once stood. Gojyo smoked a cigarette with Sanzo, scuffing at the weird marks with his boots, neither of them speaking.
"I'm gonna crash," Gojyo said, finally, and Sanzo just grunted.
Hakkai's door was standing a little open, and she was inside, sitting on the edge of the bed, still dressed, gripping onto the side of it like she might fall off. She didn't look surprised to see Gojyo, but instead looked up at him with pleading eyes. Gojyo closed the door, then, after a second's hesitation, turned the key in the door.
Hakkai's chest rose and fell quickly as he came over, and she titled her face up to him. The skin of her cheek was as smooth and soft as a fresh peach.
"Are you all right?" Gojyo said.
"No," and she shook her head and caught hold of his forearm. "Gojyo, please—"
Her lips were soft. They pressed against his, dry and closed, but when he opened his mouth a little, she did too. Gojyo pulled back and pressed his forehead to hers.
"What are we doing?" he said.
"It's all right," Hakkai whispered, and caught the back of his neck with her hand. "Please, I want to-- "
He didn't wait, kissing her again, slow and almost gentle. She shivered when he slid his tongue between her lips, her hot breath rushing against his mouth, their lips pressing and sliding together. It was so good, so right, she even tasted like the best thing ever, sort of coppery and sharp and sweet, and she was sighing and making soft moaning noises with each kiss that made his head spin. Memories and images tumbled through his head, of her; of Gonou; green eyes watching him like he was something good and special.
She kissed him again, tongue sliding into his mouth, hands pulling him down onto her, onto the bed. Her breasts pressed up against his chest, and she spread her legs to take his weight. Gojyo heard his own moans faintly through his pounding blood. He didn't know where to touch first, couldn't decide, until she writhed up against him and his hand moved to her breast. He dragged his mouth away and pulled back, cupping it and feeling the weight in his palm. She was watching him, direct and utterly fixed on him.
"I want you," she said. "So much. So much it makes me ache," and she made a hungry soft sound. "I want you."
"Fuck," he whispered, and squeezed her nipple so that she arched up into his touch. This was Hakkai. "What about—"
"It stopped this morning," she said.
Their clothes lasted about a minute after that, her skirt and sweater on the floor on top of his jeans and boots and shirt, her underwear peeled down, and then she was naked underneath him; naked and loose-limbed and warm. She pressed her hands along his back, nails raking softly up and down, then smoothed over his hips to his ass, touching and stroking him like she couldn't get enough. He kissed her again, tipping her head back with the force of it, raw lust that seemed to spill from somewhere inside where he hadn't even known it was hiding. He wanted to make her his, to fuck her till she shook and screamed and-- His cock was pressed against her stomach, sliding on the soft roundness there.
"Hakkai," he whispered. "You sure?"
In answer, she slid her legs around his waist, long and limber, and tilted her hips, snaking one hand down to open herself and guide him in. She was wet, he could smell her scent where she'd touched herself. He moaned again.
He sank his cock into her slowly, watching her face. Her mouth was open, and she was gasping softly, twisting under him.
"Turn over," he gasped. "Ride me, or this ain't gonna last thirty seconds."
"Oh," she moaned, and they tumbled together until she twisted her hips and slid down onto his cock. "Gojyo," she said, planting her hands on the pillow either side of his head, nose inches from his. "Oh, Gojyo."
She was wetter now, sliding around him, circling her hips in little movements. He reached out to touch her clit, and she froze.
"I don't-- I haven't tried—"
He pressed with his thumb, moving it in a slow rhythm, feeling the flutter of her pulse and how swollen she was.
"You like that?" he said, gazing up at her.
She nodded and put her hand over his, stroking over his fingers, watching the movement. He stroked along her thighs and up over her stomach, up to her breasts. She clenched down around him when he took one nipple between his finger and thumb and gently squeezed.
"Gojyo," she said, and her voice was thick, loaded with heat.
She began to move, rising up and sliding back down onto him, tight and wet and so good that Gojyo had to close his eyes and blank his mind just to keep from coming, but it was impossible. She tipped her head back and clutched at his hand as it moved between her thighs. Sweat gleamed at the base of her throat, and she moaned in a soft shaky way that made Gojyo want to pull her close and ram into her.
"Fuck," he whispered, his thumb slipping now in her juice. He watched his cock slide into her, gleaming and wet. "Ride me. Give it me. Come on."
He hardly knew what he was saying. She gasped, moving faster, pushing her hips forward to shove against his hand.
"Unhn," she said, as he pushed up. He cupped the back of her neck and drew her down to kiss her as they moved, getting frantic now. His balls were tightening, his cock jerking hard and fast, so close. He felt the pulses of her orgasm, squeezing him, the hot wet lick of her tongue against his.
"Gonou," she said. "Oh, Gonou."
Her eyes were closed, dark lashes fanning on her delicate skin. Gojyo's heart pounded up in his ears, and he couldn't stop himself from coming.
It was as if she hadn't noticed what she'd said. She was shaking against him, hips jerking hard as she came, her mouth slipping to his neck. She pressed her face there and shook, grinding down with tight jerky movements.
He realized she was crying when he felt the tears, then the shaking of her shoulders and the tight, sucked in breaths. He slid both arms round her shoulders and kissed her neck. The tendons there were tight, and sharp little spikes of sweat-damp hair stuck to her skin.
"Hakkai," he said, just wanting to say her name. His name. He shivered and held her tighter as a sob escaped her, and another, until she was shaking hard and almost choking. "Hakkai, hey. Don't freak out on me."
He sat them up and held her shoulders and pushed her hair back from her face. His shirt made a good handkerchief. She blew her nose on it, trembling and breathing hard, then she dropped it and put her face in her hands.
"I know who you are," Hakkai croaked. "You don't have to worry. I know who I am, too."
Gojyo pulled her gently down until they were lying side by side, then drew the sheets up. He stroked Hakkai's hair.
"Yeah. It's gotta be weird for you," he said. "It's okay."
Hakkai sniffed. "I can see her in me, every time I look at myself, even reflected in your eyes. Being so close to someone is disturbing."
"Yeah, but." He shifted back so he could see Hakkai's face again. He took a breath. "You're still Cho Hakkai. No one else. Even if you're a woman. You're you."
Hakkai nodded, like she was just humouring and not really agreeing at all.
"Hey, so. You won't get pregnant, right?" he said.
"It's a bit late for asking that," Hakkai said, sounding calmer. "I think that's highly unlikely though. I'm not a real woman, after all."
Gojyo found it comforting in a way he didn't expect. It was the truth, in this weird mess of unreal stuff. He rolled on to his back and closed his eyes and drifted, just glad that Hakkai was near and warm.
"What are you thinking?" she said.
"Uh, nothing much. Honestly."
"I see." Hakkai watched him with dark and serious eyes. "This is very confusing," she said. She sounded dazed and her small smile flickered and faded. "I might be stating the obvious."
"It's gonna be okay," he said, pulling Hakkai closer. Sleep was catching up with him hard now. "You'll be less confused tomorrow, when it's all fixed."
"Are you serious?" Hakkai said, muffled against his chest.
"Oh, shut up," he said.
***
He woke up again with light creeping in through the window. He stretched carefully, limbs heavy. Hakkai was pressed up against him still, her boobs squished against his chest. He ogled them for a good long time before Hakkai woke up. She blinked at him, wide-eyed and confused.
"I thought I dreamed it all," Hakkai said.
"Because I was just that good, yeah?"
She didn't say anything, just fixed him with a look for what felt like a long time, then she moved still closer, her eyes glazing as she stroked over his chest and down. He let out a small gasp when she curled her hand around his cock and stroked. Fuck, she knew what she was doing, so good, just tight and fast enough to make him dig his heels into the bed and arch up… Obviously, he thought, with a small flare of dizziness. She would. He would, because Hakkai had owned a dick all his life. He moaned a little, weak and thready, as she bent her head to lick over his nipple.
"It's so different like this," Hakkai said in his ear, the tip of her tongue flicking out to lick his skin. She felt so good, all breathy and hot, parting her thighs to ride his leg, so that her heat and wetness was pressed tight to his skin, another kiss. "I want you to touch me."
She wasn't like anyone he'd ever slept with, not in any way. Hakkai's power wound around him like vines, constricting his breath and making his skin too hot and too sensitive. He tried to take things slowly, because who the fuck knew when he'd have this again? Hakkai gave him a hot dark look and lay back, spine arched and legs spread wide, inviting him.
"Do you like me this way, Gojyo?" she said. "I think I like it."
"I— Yeah?" he said, helpless.
"You feel so good inside me."
His heartbeat fluttered as he bent his head to lick between her thighs. He stroked his hands over the silky skin of her legs to spread them wider and slid his tongue into her, teasing her open, licking into her body. Then he had to stop and breathe, eyes tight shut and mouth flooded with her taste and scent, mind focused on absolutely nothing. Otherwise he thought he might come on the sheets.
He sucked on her clit, two fingers pressed inside her, rubbing deep. She twined her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer until she shuddered and cried out, clenching tight inside. He fucked her hard and fast after that, taking her wrists and pinning them to the pillows, hips almost jerking out of his control. She stared up at him, mouth open, her breasts shaking with each thrust.
"You're so fucking hot," he said. "So hot, so good. Fuck, fuck, yes."
He came kissing her, with her sucking on his tongue and moaning. She had both hands tangled into his hair, stroking through the curtain of red.
"Did we make a lot of noise?" she asked, sleepily, a little while later. They lay on their backs, limbs spread and heavy.
"Dunno," he said, turning his head to look at her. She smiled at him. "Don't care."
Some minutes later, there was a quiet knock at the door, exactly like someone had been hanging around plucking up the nerve.
"Guys?" Goku said. "Um. The lady's here. The witch. We're, um, waiting for you in Master Jiang's room.
"Oh, shit," said Gojyo. "Yeah, sure," he called.
Hakkai sat up, hair sticking up in a mussed black cloud, and began to gather her clothes. She looked fragile with them clutched her chest.
"It'll be okay," Gojyo said, touching her arm.
"I'd better get dressed."
"…Yeah."
Sanzo gave them an unholy glare when they walked in to Jiang's room. The air was blue with a pall of smoke, and Jiang was sitting with a fixed grin and the windows open. Goku sat on a low stool with Hakuryuu perched on his knee. There was an old woman sitting on the desk, cross legged and wearing striped silk trousers and coat. She was smoking a thin pale pipe, emitting smoke as hard as Sanzo, like they were in some weird competition. The smoke smelled sweet, of cherries.
Gojyo recognized her straight away. "It was you," he said.
"Yes," she said. "Hello Handsome, been having fun, have you?" She grinned at him and Hakkai.
"I'm afraid you've caused me some inconvenience," Hakkai said. "I must ask you to – to—rid me of this spell."
"You sure about that, sweetheart? Because you don't sound it," Singing Tree said. "Maybe it suits you? No shame in that, some of my boys've chosen to keep the pussy. Said they got better sex that way."
"Singing Tree," Jiang said, way too calmly for Gojyo's liking. "Don't be vulgar."
"Yeah, what about if you suddenly grew a dick and a nut sack, you old bat?" Gojyo said, loudly, and heard Hakkai's soft tsking sound. "You better put him back to normal, or I'll—"
"You'll what, macho man? Thump a nice old lady? Or maybe you'll be better off if I leave her that way, and you can carry on screwing her every chance you get?" She nodded at Hakkai, who was getting scary glints in her eyes.
"Um," said Goku. "Can I leave?"
"No," Sanzo snapped. "Enough of this shit. Fix him up, or you'll be sorry."
Singing Tree gave him an appraising look, taking in the sutra, then smiled. "Well, all right, Master Sanzo. I wouldn't like to get on the wrong side of you."
"You already are."
"Twice," said Hakkai.
Singing Tree sighed and looked over at Jiang. Jiang shrugged. "Be a good person, Singing Tree. Let these blameless people go about their lives in peace."
"Blameless?" Singing Tree said, with a bitter smile. She looked them over, eyes lingering on Hakkai's face. "I don't think so. You're powerful, aren't you? I felt it last night."
"Last night?" Hakkai said.
"During the attack. I tapped into a little of that energy inside you. Just to get rid of the crazies."
"That was you?" Gojyo said. "Holy shit."
"Oh," Hakkai said, and her shoulders sagged. She put a hand over her eyes for a moment. "That wasn't me."
"Oh, please. You're good, sweetie, but you're not that good. But I'll tell you what, if you wanted to hang on to the box and boobies, I could teach you a thing or two." She gave Hakkai an appraising look. "You had a girl twin, didn't you?"
Hakkai stared, her mouth falling open. "How did you know?"
"I can feel it." She sucked on her pipe. "I can feel her there, in you."
Hakkai' stared at the floor. Gojyo moved closer. "Just get it over with."
"Oh, all right." She settled herself more comfortably and raised her hands, intoning: "To fix the spell, you must find true love's kiss, and the enchantment will fall from you."
"We had penetrative sex," Hakkai said. "Twice. Does that count?"
Sanzo was busy coughing up a lungful of smoke. Hakuryuu made a strangled sound and flew out of the window.
"Eh. Maybe," she said.
"How long would the cure take to come into effect?" Hakkai said, eyes narrowed.
"Oh, instantly." She sounded bored.
"That simply can't be true then. Obviously."
She lifted her chin and stared Singing Tree down, making Gojyo wonder what the hell Kanan had been like, and what exactly Singing Tree meant when she said she was still hanging about inside Hakkai somewhere. That was spooky. He closed his eyes and thought about how much he wanted some coffee and a cigarette right now, and just to sit around with Hakkai playing cards and talking about absolutely nothing. He missed him, he realised.
"Oh, all right," Singing Tree said. "I can't actually break the spell, because of how I set it up. It's not meant to be undone. But the good news is, it only lasts for seven days. One week. Walk a mile in my shoes. Enjoy it."
She hopped down off the table as lightly as a girl, and slammed the door on the way out.
Part three
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Warnings: explict het and m/m, genderswap
Notes and summary can be found here. Any feedback and comments are very much appreciated.
part one
The paths were neat and winding and long, far longer than he'd thought.
The gardens must be vast, maybe the old estates of some local lord. He strolled, whistling, tilting his face to the sun. It was good on his skin. He grinned, remembering Hakkai up close this morning, and the look on her face. He should be more freaked, he knew that. He shouldn't even be thinking of Hakkai as a woman, he was sure, but it was impossible not to.
The woods got thicker as he walked, and he began to hear the sound of rushing water. It grew louder, until the trees and shrubs thinned a little and he saw a pool of dark shining water. At one end, water tumbled down, splashing down over smooth carved rocks that lay tumbled at one end. They were wet and pale grey, gleaming like wet fish.
He didn't notice the movement at first, but then he saw a dark head in the water, and smooth pale shoulders. Hakkai was swimming.
Gojyo ducked back behind a bush. He should call out or something, because she was naked. He could see her breasts, nipples stiff from the cold as she swam to the falls and climbed up onto a flat rock, water sheeting from her thighs and her stomach and her breasts. Oh. Oh. She stretched up, arms high in the air, then pushed off, neat and quick and fast, plunging into the dark water. She came up yards away and shook the water from her hair and face. She was smiling. She flung herself onto her back and floated, legs kicking lazily. She flipped over and dived again, the backs of her bare thighs gleaming and exposed for one instant.
"Holy shit," Gojyo whispered.
It might have been the best thing he'd ever seen in his life.
He squatted, sitting back on his heels, and put his head in his hands. This was all wrong. Then he heard a sound, kind of near; someone's breathing.
He crept along, because he could be soundless even when his head had been messed with, and pushed aside some boughs to see Chao, kneeling, his hand pressed to the front of his robe. When he clocked Gojyo his eyes bugged out like Buddha had just come down himself to pat him on the back, then he scrambled to his feet, red faced.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Gojyo said, stalking forward. "Pervin' on Miss Cho, huh?"
"I wasn't. It's a mistake!" Chao said, and then, as Gojyo stared him out, he dropped his eyes and then clasped his hands. "You're right," he said. "But I didn't mean to. I thought to bring her some food and tea, as she did not come back to eat lunch." There was a black and gold laquered tray resting on the leaves. "Then I saw her." He bit his lip and gave Gojyo a huge eyed worried look and then hung his head even more. "I'm sorry. You may punish me. I know you are her friend and protector. I've tarnished her honour."
Gojyo sighed. Great, now he was all sorry. Couldn't Chao stop being actually a decent guy for once?
"Don't worry about Miss Cho's honour. It ain't gonna get dented by a creep like you." Or me.
Chao flushed. "I don't understand."
"She ain't like other women." He stopped, because he heard Hakkai's laughter and then a sort of wet splat coming from the lake. They looked at each other and then moved as one to the bank to peer through the foliage.
"It would appear you are not holding back from spying yourself," Chao said, softly.
"Shut up."
"I'm just making the point."
"Consider it goddamn made."
Hakkai was in the water, hanging still and staring at something below the surface. She dived, inhumanly fast and neat, then came up several seconds later clutching a large silvery grey fish. She flung it with one long lob onto the bank, where it thunked down onto the mud, gasping and flapping its fins.
Chao didn't say anything. His mouth was wide open.
"Girl can fish," Gojyo offered.
"What is. Ah. What is the nature of Miss Cho?" Chao said.
It was a nice way of asking if she was some kind of freak or not, Gojyo guessed. He sighed again. Chao was gonna find out anyway, at some point, when Hakkai miraculously woke up with a penis at some point soon. There was no way Hakkai was going to stay a woman forever.
"Hakkai's really a man. A youkai man."
"I beg your pardon?"
"She's really a guy," Gojyo said, watching Hakkai's long legs kick through the water. "It's a spell. We're here to get it fixed."
Chao was silent for some minutes, apart from letting out a winded-sounding sigh. Gojyo didn't look at him. He kinda didn't feel like talking either. Hakkai's naked skin, the black lake, her dark wet hair, and the quiet splash of water made it like some kind of dream. She pulled herself out and sat on a rock. She stroked her hands over her skin, along her thighs and over her breasts, and stared up into the sky. Gojyo felt his own mouth hanging open. They had to go. He nudged Chao in the ribs.
"We're still pervin'. Let's go."
"Oh! Uh, yes, yes," Chao said, and turned and hurried away to pick up the tray.
Gojyo walked behind him all the way back, until he got back to the shady tree where Goku and Sanzo were. They lay sleeping side by side, sprawled on the grass with heavy limbs. Sanzo's hair was getting long, and pale tendrils of it fanned out on the grass. They looked like two people without a single care between them. They were holding hands.
A little while later, as Gojyo was eating the last of the peaches, Hakkai came wandering along the path. She carried three huge fish. She gave Gojyo a smile and laid them down on the grass, then sat beside them.
Sanzo struggled upright, blinking awake, shaking of Goku's hand. Goku muttered at his side and yawned hugely, then sat up too, pinging awake like he'd never been asleep.
"Oh, hey, are we gonna eat those?"
"Yes," Hakkai said, smiling brightly. "I thought I'd cook them for dinner, with some spring onions and greens." She waved at a passing monk, and gave him instructions to put them in the ice house for her. He bowed and hurried away.
"Mm, I'm hungry already," Goku said, but he sounded really happy about it for once. "This is a great place."
Sanzo shook his head, like he was trying to wake up, and groped for his cigarettes. "Yeah, apart from the youkai attacks. We'd better expect another one at any time."
"Well, let's enjoy this while we can," Hakkai said.
Sanzo gave him a squinty look and shrugged, but for once he didn't open his mouth to whinge.
Jeep swooped along the path and landed near Hakkai with a small cheep. He climbed awkwardly into Hakkai's lap, then sat there looking smug.
"Hello, little one," Hakkai said.
"Why's your hair all wet, Hakkai?" Goku asked.
"I went bathing in the lake. It was very refreshing. And also full of fish." Her eyes met Gojyo's. "Have you had a pleasant day, Gojyo?"
"Yeah, uh, not bad," Gojyo said, wondering how much Chao was freaking out right now. "It's a decent place." He dug the tattered and grimy pack of cards from his back pocket, where they'd lived for years. He'd never got out of the habit of carrying them. "Hey, anyone up for Chase the Pig?"
"Ooh, yes," Hakkai said.
"Tell me the rules again," said Goku.
"The loser has to grovel to the winner," Hakkai said. "For a specified amount of time. Making pig noises."
"Cool!"
Even Sanzo played. They sat on the grass until the sun began to lower over the edges of the trees. Hakkai won, obviously, but it was good anyway, even if Sanzo flatly refused to grovel on all fours and do pig impressions. Hakkai smelled of green stuff: algae and leaves and maybe even pond weed. They wandered indoors when it got too dark to see the cards properly.
Chao was waiting in the entrance, and he bowed very low to Hakkai, speechless and red faced and not meeting Gojyo's eyes.
Hakkai fixed Gojyo with a look. "What did you say to him?"
"Huh? Nothing?"
"Gojyo."
Sanzo and Goku pushed past Gojyo and disappeared a little bit too quickly into the dining room.
"It just came up!"
"Did it really?"
"Look, the guy was going to find out at some point, wasn't he?"
Hakkai pressed her lips together. "I'm sure I wasn't hiding anything from him. Or anyone."
"Damn right. He was spying on you, when you were swimming naked," Gojyo said.
Hakkai smiled, looking very calm. "How do you know I was swimming naked?"
"Yeah, well…"
"Never mind. You weren't exactly discreet," Hakkai said. "Next time, keep your voice down when you're protecting my honour. It rather spoils the moment."
"I'm sorry," Gojyo said, and meant it. "I didn't mean to."
Hakkai met his eyes. "I didn't mind," she said, slowly.
After they ate, the four of them played a slow and quiet game of mahjong until a young monk came running in.
"What now?" Sanzo said.
"Master Jiang has arrived."
"Oh," said Hakkai, and her face fell.
"He would be delighted to meet you."
Master Jiang was waiting for them in a small parlour, which was crammed with scrolls and books. It smelled of old paper and ink and wood. Gojyo liked it. A brass telescope stood at the open windows, pointing up at the black velvet sky, and a small painted wooden globe sat on a stand. Fancy stuff, Gojyo thought, for a monk.
Master Jiang was tall, with narrow shoulders and the sort of muscles a guy got after about seventy years hard living, it looked like. He was wiry and tanned, with deep wrinkles round his black eyes. His bald head shone like the polished wood floor in the dining room.
"I'm so sorry for making you wait, my lord," he said, dipping his head. "Your esteemed colleagues also. Please, do sit."
"Hn," Sanzo said. "Thank you for your hospitality."
They sat on low wooden chairs. Gojyo felt weirdly like a kid in here, waiting to see someone important, like the time they tried to put him in an orphanage and he'd run away. Hakkai's arm brushed his briefly.
"I hear there's a problem that I might help you with?" Jiang said.
"My servant," Sanzo said. "He's got a problem."
"Oh," Jiang said, surveying Gojyo and Goku.
"We're not servants," Gojyo pointed out.
"Not them. I mean him," Sanzo said, and jerked his thumb at Hakkai, who was sitting very quietly with precisely folded hands and neatly crossed ankles.
"Good evening," Hakkai said.
"Him?" Jiang said, wondering. He stared at Hakkai for a moment, and then something like realisation dawned. "Ah," he said. "I think I see."
"What do you mean, 'ah'?" Gojyo said.
Jiang sighed and came to stand in front of Hakkai. "This happened recently?" he said, staring down into Hakkai's face.
"Almost five days ago," Hakkai said. "It's not that troublesome really."
Jiang gazed at her thoughtfully for a few seconds. "Remarkable," he said. "I know who cast this spell."
"The crone?" Gojyo said.
"My sister," said Jiang.
"What the hell? Your sister?"
Jiang nodded, looking a little sheepish. "My sister, Singing Tree. She has… Issues."
Sanzo was scowling so much it looked like his face might break. "Explain yourself. What the hell kind of temple is this?"
Jiang turned away and tucked his arms into his long sleeves. "She is older than me by several minutes. We are twins, you see."
"Oh," Hakkai said, very softly and clearly. "Twins."
"What's that got to do with anything?" Sanzo said.
"Nothing, possibly." Jiang glanced at Hakkai.
"Tell me about her," Hakkai said.
Jiang looked at Hakkai in silence for so long that Gojyo began to wonder if there was something spooky going on. Jiang sighed.
"We were very close. For the first seven years of our lives we spoke to no one else, not even our mother," he said.
"That's a long time," Goku said. He was as wide eyed as a kid.
Jiang looked him over, very carefully "But not so long, really. The local priest, a Catholic missionary, declared us possessed by Satan and we were beaten and starved. Singing Tree was beaten particularly hard, as the priest said that a girl was in extra danger from evil influences, being of weaker brain and moral strength. My father sent me to the local temple, and my sister was married three years later to one of my father's cousins. "
"Get to the point. Where is she?" Sanzo said. Jiang smiled.
"Singing Tree never did settle down to marriage. As a young girl I remember that she lusted for knowledge and would tell me stories every day. When she was seventeen my father came to tell me she had run away from her husband. Many years later I found she had travelled to India, where she learnt of dark arts and lived as a shaman in the courts of the rajahs. She talks little of those times to me."
"She's come back to you?" Hakkai said, sounding breathless.
"Oh, yes. She has a house on Snow Peak Mountain. It is a day's travel."
"So, now she turns men into women for laughs?" Gojyo said.
Jiang smiled again. "In a word, yes. That's exactly what she does. Possibly there is some element of revenge on men. They do seem to get awfully upset about the menstruating part. Or, perhaps the young man here reminded her of Father William. Mostly, I suspect she does it to annoy me, or because she's bored."
"How irresponsible," Hakkai said, gripping her hands tightly together. "Although one can possibly see her point of view."
"Can you bring her here?" Sanzo said.
Jiang nodded. "Yes, and she will be made to undo the curse on this poor young gentleman. I will summon her and she'll be here within the day."
"Thanks heavens," Hakkai said, but he didn't sound like he meant it.
Gojyo waited until they were trooping up the stairs before he spoke. "D'you think he's on the level?"
"What reason has he got to lie?" Sanzo said.
"To protect his sister?" Goku said.
"Yeah, apart from where he admitted she did it and now he's gonna make her fix it, monkey," said Gojyo, and caught Goku round the neck, more for comfort than anything else.
"Don't you dare fight," Sanzo said. "I don't want to have to pay for your breakages."
"You burnt the table with your cigarette last night," Goku said. "You can't complain."
Gojyo tuned out their bickering. Hakkai was quiet, which wasn't exactly unusual for Hakkai, but still. Her patient smile managed to look not at all happy.
"I guess things'll be different tomorrow," Gojyo said, as Hakkai stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to him.
"It will be better to be really me," Hakkai said, looking up at him with her soft green eyes.
"Yeah." Gojyo nodded, his mouth getting dry the more he looked at her. At Hakkai, who was really a guy under all the pretty girl stuff. It was so easy to forget. "It'll be better."
Hakkai stepped closer. Sanzo and Goku had gone into their room and were still talking, loudly. Something clattered to the floor. She put her hand on Gojyo's arm and bit her lip.
"Gojyo, do you want to—"
Footsteps thumped up the stairs. "Master Sanzo! Master Sanzo!"
It was Chao, looking pale and scared. Hakkai stepped away and ducked her head, huffing out a small sigh.
"What now?" Sanzo said, coming out dressed just in his jeans.
"They're coming. More youkai. Huang saw them coming and ran all the way back. Master Jiang is organising the monks, but we need your help." Chao fell to his knees. "Please."
"Damn it. It's our fault they're here anyway," Sanzo said. "Of course we'll help"
They clattered down the stairs to the sounds of approaching yells and screams, and Gojyo could feel the energy in the air, bad energy. A mass of youkai had surrounded the high brick temple walls, chanting and waving firebrands and weapons.
"Shit, there must be hundreds," Gojyo said.
"More than five hundred, I think," said Hakkai, at his elbow. Her face was pale and set grimly, and her hands were clasped tight.
"You okay?" Gojyo said, calling his shakujou.
"I'm fine," Hakkai said, with a faint smile.
"Be careful, okay?"
"Yes, Gojyo, of course. Perhaps I can disembowel people."
There was something bad about Hakkai's eyes, but Gojyo didn't have time to go into it any further. The youkai broke through the tall iron gates, shoving them down onto monks, and then he was busy, slicing and whirling out his chain until the muscles in his shoulders began to burn.
Battle made him fiercely happy somewhere in the pit of his stomach; the sound of it, the smell, the power and skill he didn't get to show anywhere else. He tore through their enemies, keeping Hakkai in view all the time. He saw Jiang fighting with a shovel at one point. Goku was dripping with sweat and red faced, hardly smiling at all. Sanzo stood like a cold centre of the storm, his gun firing endlessly. Chao had his sword and was waving it about like he was some kind of hero. Hakkai stood in front of the temple doors, face still, her hands at her sides.
They weren't going to win, he saw that after about twenty minutes, and it made him sick to his guts. There were too many.
"Stand back," Hakkai called, coming forward. "I have to."
"Hakkai, no," Sanzo shouted, above the din.
Hakkai, eyes narrowed and fists clenched tight, summoned her qi.
It wasn't like Hakkai's qi; that was the weird thing. It was bright, blazing like the sun in the middle of the desert, white and painful. The earth shook and seemed to spin, as if confused. Gojyo saw maybe a hundred faces turning upwards to the light, bleached out with dark eyes and ragged snarling mouths, before it blasted them into dust and ash.
"Holy shit," Gojyo breathed, as the smoke and dust kicked up by the fight settled around their feet. The air smelled dead and cooked, and the roar of battle had been replaced with quiet groans from injured monks and the far away singing of night birds. All the youkai were gone.
Hakkai stood alone, fists still clenched, and they turned to look at her.
"What did you do?" Goku said, in a small awed voice. "That was—I dunno." He shivered. "Scary."
"I'm not sure," Hakkai said, staring at her clenched hands. "I—I don't know."
"Hey, it's fine," Gojyo said, and reached out to touch her elbow. She flinched away.
"I don't think it is," Hakkai said, and turned away. "I'm going to my room," she said, half looking over her shoulder.
The ground was burnt where the youkai had once stood. Gojyo smoked a cigarette with Sanzo, scuffing at the weird marks with his boots, neither of them speaking.
"I'm gonna crash," Gojyo said, finally, and Sanzo just grunted.
Hakkai's door was standing a little open, and she was inside, sitting on the edge of the bed, still dressed, gripping onto the side of it like she might fall off. She didn't look surprised to see Gojyo, but instead looked up at him with pleading eyes. Gojyo closed the door, then, after a second's hesitation, turned the key in the door.
Hakkai's chest rose and fell quickly as he came over, and she titled her face up to him. The skin of her cheek was as smooth and soft as a fresh peach.
"Are you all right?" Gojyo said.
"No," and she shook her head and caught hold of his forearm. "Gojyo, please—"
Her lips were soft. They pressed against his, dry and closed, but when he opened his mouth a little, she did too. Gojyo pulled back and pressed his forehead to hers.
"What are we doing?" he said.
"It's all right," Hakkai whispered, and caught the back of his neck with her hand. "Please, I want to-- "
He didn't wait, kissing her again, slow and almost gentle. She shivered when he slid his tongue between her lips, her hot breath rushing against his mouth, their lips pressing and sliding together. It was so good, so right, she even tasted like the best thing ever, sort of coppery and sharp and sweet, and she was sighing and making soft moaning noises with each kiss that made his head spin. Memories and images tumbled through his head, of her; of Gonou; green eyes watching him like he was something good and special.
She kissed him again, tongue sliding into his mouth, hands pulling him down onto her, onto the bed. Her breasts pressed up against his chest, and she spread her legs to take his weight. Gojyo heard his own moans faintly through his pounding blood. He didn't know where to touch first, couldn't decide, until she writhed up against him and his hand moved to her breast. He dragged his mouth away and pulled back, cupping it and feeling the weight in his palm. She was watching him, direct and utterly fixed on him.
"I want you," she said. "So much. So much it makes me ache," and she made a hungry soft sound. "I want you."
"Fuck," he whispered, and squeezed her nipple so that she arched up into his touch. This was Hakkai. "What about—"
"It stopped this morning," she said.
Their clothes lasted about a minute after that, her skirt and sweater on the floor on top of his jeans and boots and shirt, her underwear peeled down, and then she was naked underneath him; naked and loose-limbed and warm. She pressed her hands along his back, nails raking softly up and down, then smoothed over his hips to his ass, touching and stroking him like she couldn't get enough. He kissed her again, tipping her head back with the force of it, raw lust that seemed to spill from somewhere inside where he hadn't even known it was hiding. He wanted to make her his, to fuck her till she shook and screamed and-- His cock was pressed against her stomach, sliding on the soft roundness there.
"Hakkai," he whispered. "You sure?"
In answer, she slid her legs around his waist, long and limber, and tilted her hips, snaking one hand down to open herself and guide him in. She was wet, he could smell her scent where she'd touched herself. He moaned again.
He sank his cock into her slowly, watching her face. Her mouth was open, and she was gasping softly, twisting under him.
"Turn over," he gasped. "Ride me, or this ain't gonna last thirty seconds."
"Oh," she moaned, and they tumbled together until she twisted her hips and slid down onto his cock. "Gojyo," she said, planting her hands on the pillow either side of his head, nose inches from his. "Oh, Gojyo."
She was wetter now, sliding around him, circling her hips in little movements. He reached out to touch her clit, and she froze.
"I don't-- I haven't tried—"
He pressed with his thumb, moving it in a slow rhythm, feeling the flutter of her pulse and how swollen she was.
"You like that?" he said, gazing up at her.
She nodded and put her hand over his, stroking over his fingers, watching the movement. He stroked along her thighs and up over her stomach, up to her breasts. She clenched down around him when he took one nipple between his finger and thumb and gently squeezed.
"Gojyo," she said, and her voice was thick, loaded with heat.
She began to move, rising up and sliding back down onto him, tight and wet and so good that Gojyo had to close his eyes and blank his mind just to keep from coming, but it was impossible. She tipped her head back and clutched at his hand as it moved between her thighs. Sweat gleamed at the base of her throat, and she moaned in a soft shaky way that made Gojyo want to pull her close and ram into her.
"Fuck," he whispered, his thumb slipping now in her juice. He watched his cock slide into her, gleaming and wet. "Ride me. Give it me. Come on."
He hardly knew what he was saying. She gasped, moving faster, pushing her hips forward to shove against his hand.
"Unhn," she said, as he pushed up. He cupped the back of her neck and drew her down to kiss her as they moved, getting frantic now. His balls were tightening, his cock jerking hard and fast, so close. He felt the pulses of her orgasm, squeezing him, the hot wet lick of her tongue against his.
"Gonou," she said. "Oh, Gonou."
Her eyes were closed, dark lashes fanning on her delicate skin. Gojyo's heart pounded up in his ears, and he couldn't stop himself from coming.
It was as if she hadn't noticed what she'd said. She was shaking against him, hips jerking hard as she came, her mouth slipping to his neck. She pressed her face there and shook, grinding down with tight jerky movements.
He realized she was crying when he felt the tears, then the shaking of her shoulders and the tight, sucked in breaths. He slid both arms round her shoulders and kissed her neck. The tendons there were tight, and sharp little spikes of sweat-damp hair stuck to her skin.
"Hakkai," he said, just wanting to say her name. His name. He shivered and held her tighter as a sob escaped her, and another, until she was shaking hard and almost choking. "Hakkai, hey. Don't freak out on me."
He sat them up and held her shoulders and pushed her hair back from her face. His shirt made a good handkerchief. She blew her nose on it, trembling and breathing hard, then she dropped it and put her face in her hands.
"I know who you are," Hakkai croaked. "You don't have to worry. I know who I am, too."
Gojyo pulled her gently down until they were lying side by side, then drew the sheets up. He stroked Hakkai's hair.
"Yeah. It's gotta be weird for you," he said. "It's okay."
Hakkai sniffed. "I can see her in me, every time I look at myself, even reflected in your eyes. Being so close to someone is disturbing."
"Yeah, but." He shifted back so he could see Hakkai's face again. He took a breath. "You're still Cho Hakkai. No one else. Even if you're a woman. You're you."
Hakkai nodded, like she was just humouring and not really agreeing at all.
"Hey, so. You won't get pregnant, right?" he said.
"It's a bit late for asking that," Hakkai said, sounding calmer. "I think that's highly unlikely though. I'm not a real woman, after all."
Gojyo found it comforting in a way he didn't expect. It was the truth, in this weird mess of unreal stuff. He rolled on to his back and closed his eyes and drifted, just glad that Hakkai was near and warm.
"What are you thinking?" she said.
"Uh, nothing much. Honestly."
"I see." Hakkai watched him with dark and serious eyes. "This is very confusing," she said. She sounded dazed and her small smile flickered and faded. "I might be stating the obvious."
"It's gonna be okay," he said, pulling Hakkai closer. Sleep was catching up with him hard now. "You'll be less confused tomorrow, when it's all fixed."
"Are you serious?" Hakkai said, muffled against his chest.
"Oh, shut up," he said.
***
He woke up again with light creeping in through the window. He stretched carefully, limbs heavy. Hakkai was pressed up against him still, her boobs squished against his chest. He ogled them for a good long time before Hakkai woke up. She blinked at him, wide-eyed and confused.
"I thought I dreamed it all," Hakkai said.
"Because I was just that good, yeah?"
She didn't say anything, just fixed him with a look for what felt like a long time, then she moved still closer, her eyes glazing as she stroked over his chest and down. He let out a small gasp when she curled her hand around his cock and stroked. Fuck, she knew what she was doing, so good, just tight and fast enough to make him dig his heels into the bed and arch up… Obviously, he thought, with a small flare of dizziness. She would. He would, because Hakkai had owned a dick all his life. He moaned a little, weak and thready, as she bent her head to lick over his nipple.
"It's so different like this," Hakkai said in his ear, the tip of her tongue flicking out to lick his skin. She felt so good, all breathy and hot, parting her thighs to ride his leg, so that her heat and wetness was pressed tight to his skin, another kiss. "I want you to touch me."
She wasn't like anyone he'd ever slept with, not in any way. Hakkai's power wound around him like vines, constricting his breath and making his skin too hot and too sensitive. He tried to take things slowly, because who the fuck knew when he'd have this again? Hakkai gave him a hot dark look and lay back, spine arched and legs spread wide, inviting him.
"Do you like me this way, Gojyo?" she said. "I think I like it."
"I— Yeah?" he said, helpless.
"You feel so good inside me."
His heartbeat fluttered as he bent his head to lick between her thighs. He stroked his hands over the silky skin of her legs to spread them wider and slid his tongue into her, teasing her open, licking into her body. Then he had to stop and breathe, eyes tight shut and mouth flooded with her taste and scent, mind focused on absolutely nothing. Otherwise he thought he might come on the sheets.
He sucked on her clit, two fingers pressed inside her, rubbing deep. She twined her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer until she shuddered and cried out, clenching tight inside. He fucked her hard and fast after that, taking her wrists and pinning them to the pillows, hips almost jerking out of his control. She stared up at him, mouth open, her breasts shaking with each thrust.
"You're so fucking hot," he said. "So hot, so good. Fuck, fuck, yes."
He came kissing her, with her sucking on his tongue and moaning. She had both hands tangled into his hair, stroking through the curtain of red.
"Did we make a lot of noise?" she asked, sleepily, a little while later. They lay on their backs, limbs spread and heavy.
"Dunno," he said, turning his head to look at her. She smiled at him. "Don't care."
Some minutes later, there was a quiet knock at the door, exactly like someone had been hanging around plucking up the nerve.
"Guys?" Goku said. "Um. The lady's here. The witch. We're, um, waiting for you in Master Jiang's room.
"Oh, shit," said Gojyo. "Yeah, sure," he called.
Hakkai sat up, hair sticking up in a mussed black cloud, and began to gather her clothes. She looked fragile with them clutched her chest.
"It'll be okay," Gojyo said, touching her arm.
"I'd better get dressed."
"…Yeah."
Sanzo gave them an unholy glare when they walked in to Jiang's room. The air was blue with a pall of smoke, and Jiang was sitting with a fixed grin and the windows open. Goku sat on a low stool with Hakuryuu perched on his knee. There was an old woman sitting on the desk, cross legged and wearing striped silk trousers and coat. She was smoking a thin pale pipe, emitting smoke as hard as Sanzo, like they were in some weird competition. The smoke smelled sweet, of cherries.
Gojyo recognized her straight away. "It was you," he said.
"Yes," she said. "Hello Handsome, been having fun, have you?" She grinned at him and Hakkai.
"I'm afraid you've caused me some inconvenience," Hakkai said. "I must ask you to – to—rid me of this spell."
"You sure about that, sweetheart? Because you don't sound it," Singing Tree said. "Maybe it suits you? No shame in that, some of my boys've chosen to keep the pussy. Said they got better sex that way."
"Singing Tree," Jiang said, way too calmly for Gojyo's liking. "Don't be vulgar."
"Yeah, what about if you suddenly grew a dick and a nut sack, you old bat?" Gojyo said, loudly, and heard Hakkai's soft tsking sound. "You better put him back to normal, or I'll—"
"You'll what, macho man? Thump a nice old lady? Or maybe you'll be better off if I leave her that way, and you can carry on screwing her every chance you get?" She nodded at Hakkai, who was getting scary glints in her eyes.
"Um," said Goku. "Can I leave?"
"No," Sanzo snapped. "Enough of this shit. Fix him up, or you'll be sorry."
Singing Tree gave him an appraising look, taking in the sutra, then smiled. "Well, all right, Master Sanzo. I wouldn't like to get on the wrong side of you."
"You already are."
"Twice," said Hakkai.
Singing Tree sighed and looked over at Jiang. Jiang shrugged. "Be a good person, Singing Tree. Let these blameless people go about their lives in peace."
"Blameless?" Singing Tree said, with a bitter smile. She looked them over, eyes lingering on Hakkai's face. "I don't think so. You're powerful, aren't you? I felt it last night."
"Last night?" Hakkai said.
"During the attack. I tapped into a little of that energy inside you. Just to get rid of the crazies."
"That was you?" Gojyo said. "Holy shit."
"Oh," Hakkai said, and her shoulders sagged. She put a hand over her eyes for a moment. "That wasn't me."
"Oh, please. You're good, sweetie, but you're not that good. But I'll tell you what, if you wanted to hang on to the box and boobies, I could teach you a thing or two." She gave Hakkai an appraising look. "You had a girl twin, didn't you?"
Hakkai stared, her mouth falling open. "How did you know?"
"I can feel it." She sucked on her pipe. "I can feel her there, in you."
Hakkai' stared at the floor. Gojyo moved closer. "Just get it over with."
"Oh, all right." She settled herself more comfortably and raised her hands, intoning: "To fix the spell, you must find true love's kiss, and the enchantment will fall from you."
"We had penetrative sex," Hakkai said. "Twice. Does that count?"
Sanzo was busy coughing up a lungful of smoke. Hakuryuu made a strangled sound and flew out of the window.
"Eh. Maybe," she said.
"How long would the cure take to come into effect?" Hakkai said, eyes narrowed.
"Oh, instantly." She sounded bored.
"That simply can't be true then. Obviously."
She lifted her chin and stared Singing Tree down, making Gojyo wonder what the hell Kanan had been like, and what exactly Singing Tree meant when she said she was still hanging about inside Hakkai somewhere. That was spooky. He closed his eyes and thought about how much he wanted some coffee and a cigarette right now, and just to sit around with Hakkai playing cards and talking about absolutely nothing. He missed him, he realised.
"Oh, all right," Singing Tree said. "I can't actually break the spell, because of how I set it up. It's not meant to be undone. But the good news is, it only lasts for seven days. One week. Walk a mile in my shoes. Enjoy it."
She hopped down off the table as lightly as a girl, and slammed the door on the way out.
Part three
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More commenting when I've read part three.
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Oh, Goku. How I love you.
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