[fic] Simple Things 13
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keire_keTitle: Simple Things 13
Rating: 16
Pairings: 39, 58
Genre: horror
Warnings: cannibalism is discussed, vampirism is in effect, gore
Summary: People want simple things. Sanzo wants his efforts recognised. Goku wants a home. Hakkai wants his friends to clean up after themselves. Gojyo wants beer.
Author notes: This fic is sponsored by Twilight, enabled by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moshesque and eyesofshinigami, and also sister (gee_nekoi), for keeping Twilight and sparkly vampires in my head by talking about them. XD For the record, this fic is a sparkle-free zone.
Most of the vampire lore in this fic (extra row of fangs, hidden in the tissue above maxillary teeth, beheading, the fact that they are not technically dead) I stole from Supernatural.
L.
March was pulling all the favours it could get, amassing all the sunny afternoons of the year into a single fortnight. Of course, that meant Goku’s dates with Sanzo could no longer include walking, but were instead limited to staying in one place and talking. Or kissing. Kissing was nice. Goku smiled to himself, for the umpteenth time reliving the snogging sessions.
“What’s gotten you so blissed out?” Pip asked.
“Nothing.”
“Zakuro’s having a party, he told me to tell you. A week from Saturday.”
“Okay…” Goku wasn’t sure how to take it. His partying experience was limited and most often awkward. He got to know only a few people in each school, and they weren’t party animals. “Um. Does this mean I’m invited?”
“Yes, doofus,” Pip said, messing up his already untidy hair. “You’re invited. Zak said he forgot when he talked to you. Expect a text, too, when he remembers.”
“I don’t have a mobile.”
“How are you even alive?”
“Dunno. It never came up.”
“Anyway. What’s gotten you so blissed out?”
Goku reddened. He’d been hoping she’d abandon that train of thought. “Nothing! I swear!”
Pip’s eyes narrowed. “What is it?” she asked, poking Goku’s chest. “I want some. I can’t get any, unless you tell me what it is!”
“’s my boyfriend.” Goku relished the word. Sanzo still sizzled when it was mentioned, but even he could no longer deny that what they had was an informal relationship, which made them boyfriends. “Things’s been really cool.”
“Oh,” Pip said, and it was such a dejected syllable Goku felt a momentary stab of panic. He hadn’t figured this would be a problem, not with Pip, of all people.
“This… bothers you?”
“Well, yes. Are you completely gay?”
“As opposed to what?”
“Bisexual, for one.”
Goku scratched his head. “Dunno, can I think about it?”
“You have to think about it?”
“Yeah! I mean, I never did, so,” but Pip was already looking around. Goku followed her gaze. They’d been slow coming out of class, so most of the crowds were gone, leaving them, and a few others, alone in the courtyard. No one was looking their way. Goku turned back to Pip, only instead of looking at her face he found he was staring at her breasts, cushioned in a powder blue bra.
Goku made a sound that, on a scale of “what” to “GARRRGHHH” fell at about a third of the distance, on account of how quiet it was. His feet whirled him in place while his head tried to find balance. It was not unlike trying to flatten the surface of water in a glass, standing on one hand on a railing that was being heated from below. “Are you crazy?” he hissed when Pip giggled.
“Nah. Figured this would be quicker.”
“Quicker than what?”
“Than you having to think about it. So, you have an answer for me yet?”
“Answer? What?”
“I am not stripping,” Pip said, tapping her foot on the floor. “Are you completely turned off by tits, or not?”
“Not?”
“Jolly good then. Who’s the boyfriend? Can I meet him?”
“Heh. I dunno, he’s a bit strange,” Goku said. He’d have to make a note, in the event these two ever met, Pip was under no circumstances be allowed to question anyone’s sexuality. It might end bloody.
He waved Pip goodbye when they reached a corner and headed home. It was a good afternoon. Classes came and went, requiring little involvement on his part, and now he was headed home, to see Sanzo.
His next thought was going to be “life was good,” but as it were, before he got round to thinking it, a hand wrapped around his mouth and pulled him into an open door and down a flight of stairs. Goku smelled moss and misuse of property. Fuck, his head supplied, this was where people come to die. Then, just like that, the hand was gone and he reached for the wall, plastering his back to it.
The man was a surprise. Unlike the bum Goku was expecting he saw – holy hell – a suit. The man wore a bright silk scarf around his neck and a pair of large sunglasses on his face. Nothing was done to hide the razor-sharp fangs, which hid his maxillary teeth.
“He was right,” he breathed. “You are a wonder.”
Goku had no chance at responding. Thankfully, his hands thought quicker than his brain, for while the attack was too swift for human muscles to follow, the moment that he was given beforehand was enough for his fingers to close around the butterfly knife in his pocket.
The vampire staggered backwards, the handle of the knife protruding from the underside of his jaw, and before he got his bearings Goku was out of the cellar, running in the afternoon sun.
Why the hell was this happening to him, he asked himself, why the hell now?
He crossed the street, mindless of a bus’ screeching tyres. He wasn’t far from home now – Hakkai or Gojyo would be there, he’d be safe with them. The building had just come into view when Goku was swept of his feet and thrown into a nearby wall, which turned out to be a half-open door. Goku tumbled down the short staircase coming up on one knee in a dark musty cellar.
“Impressive,” the vampire rasped, the voice distorted by the wound. Goku staggered to his feet, trying to catch his breath. There were dark spots whirling before his eyes. “Most impressive.”
“Screw you, Darth,” Goku said. Fuck, the freak had his knife. It was little consolation that he’d returned it right away, when he did it by slamming it into the wall so hard, the point stuck between the bricks. Goku’s breath hitched. The knife passed right by his face.
“Ah,” the vampire muttered, suddenly a breath away from Goku. One of his hands was on Goku’s neck, pressing into his windpipe. The other grabbed the knife.
Goku tried to scream, but the hand on his throat choked the sound down. Tears stung at his eyelids when the vampire slashed into his exposed wrist.
“Don’t cry, little boy,” the vampire said into his ear. “It’s all going to be just fine…” He brought his own wrist to his mouth and bit down, drawing blood.
Goku’s mouth opened in another silent scream, when the vampire pressed their hands together. It burned, like acid was spilling onto his skin. He opened his eyes and saw the mouth, rows of gleaming teeth, over his face, and clenched his eyes shut again.
Then, as if the wind blew it away, the pressure was gone, though the burning in his hand didn’t cease. Goku felt air fill his lungs as he slid down the wall. “Sanzo,” he whispered.
Sanzo had the strange vampire by the throat, holding him above the concrete. Faster than the human eye could follow he darted to the wall, slamming the vampire’s skull into the bricks. Goku heard a sickening crunch and threw his arms over his head. It didn’t help much. He still heard the whines and half-screams the vampire let out, the crunch of bones being broken, of body being torn open. When it stopped, when all the sounds had quieted, Goku felt his hands being lifted away from his head. He didn’t dare open his eyes.
“It’s okay,” Sanzo said. “He’s dead.”
Judging by the sounds, Goku wanted to say, he was worse than dead. He said nothing though. He tried, but nothing past a whimper would escape his mouth.
“Shit,” Sanzo muttered over his head, wrapping an arm around Goku’s back so that Goku’s face was hidden in the crook of his neck. “Fuck, damn the fucker.”
Wet heat took hold of Goku’s slashed wrist. Goku opened his eyes in alarm. Sanzo was sucking on the cut. “Wait,” he tried to say, but Sanzo pushed his other hand away and held fast. “Stop it!” Goku cried finally and at last Sanzo let go. “Get away from me.”
“Sit still,” Sanzo said. He turned and Goku saw – oh god no – the remains of the other vampire, splattered all over the corner. “It’s fine. Don’t look.”
It was strange, but Goku didn’t even feel dizzy. His mind had settled and now his insides felt calm, like a lake full of sleeping, tentacled monsters. In the clarity, the tones of a number being punched into a mobile phone were loud enough to rattle mountains in their foundations.
“Hakkai?” Sanzo said, once again cradling Goku’s head against his chest. “There’s a situation.”
Goku listened to the address being rattled out and then silence. He felt Sanzo’s gaze boring into the top of his head with the intensity of a drill. “Are you okay?”
“No, I’m fucking not okay! A vampire had just tried to kill me!”
“You should be used to it by now.”
“Fuck you, dickhead! I ain’t ever going to get used to it,” Goku moaned, clenching his teeth. He could smell blood on Sanzo’s shirt.
“Don’t move your arm too much,” Sanzo said. “The skin is broken. It’s hard for me to resist. Are you well enough to be moved?”
“I’m not an invalid, I can walk.”
“No.”
“Fuck you,” Goku said, pushing at Sanzo and standing. He kept his eyes closed and took a step forward. The gravel crunched under his shoe and Goku grit his teeth – gravel, it was just gravel, nothing but gravel and plastic or something – and took another step.
“You don’t want his phalanges all over you,” Sanzo said, sweeping Goku off his feet.
“Thanks so much,” Goku said, sinking into Sanzo’s hold with gratitude he hoped he wasn’t showing. Thankfully, home was close.
LI.
“Oh fuck,” Gojyo said, when they arrived at the cellar. “Sanzo wasn’t kidding.” The unfortunate sod who’d attacked Goku had been torn into pieces for his crime. Sanzo didn’t go easy on the fucker. There was blood on the floor, the ceiling and the walls; enough of it to indicate the head went last, or close to last. Getting on Sanzo’s bad side was a bad, bad idea, Gojyo thought. Not like it was a particular revelation, but still. Bad idea.
“I can’t say I feel sorry for this person,” Hakkai countered, handing Gojyo a plastic bag. “Do you smell that?”
“Goku’s blood, yeah. Hell, I would have been just as thorough. This is a bright day, there’s no telling who’d seen the scuffle.”
“Very few people have reason to venture here.” Hakkai sniffed the air. “No one in the past month, that’s for sure.” He moved towards the wall, to take the vampire’s head off a nail. “Thankfully.”
“Where the fuck did he come from?” Gojyo collected the bigger bits and stuffed them into the bag. Okay, Goku wasn’t exactly living under lock and key, but one would have to be stupid not to notice the subtle scent of a vampire presence about him, which should have made him a big no for others.
Then again, the kid smelled so good…
“I would like to know this myself,” Hakkai admitted. “Sanzo should have had the presence of mind to ask him some questions.”
“Yeah, a vampire tried to eat Goku for lunch and Sanzo’s gonna ask him questions. Right.”
“I see your point,” Hakkai said picking up an arm.
“We should leave signs around the city. Do not touch this boy, for your end will be messy.” Gojyo held up a leg. “Where the fuck did this guy come from? Who wears shoes like these?”
“Focus on the clean up, fashion later.”
One of the less known facts about vampires was that cleaning up after a spat was easy. It was as if the entirety of the world wanted them gone from memory as soon as possible. A live vampire no animal would approach. A dead one would have the meat picked of his bones faster than Gojyo could do away with a succulent teen. Ants, beetles, spiders; anything that could find sustenance in vampire cells was on the job.
“You think there’s any more?” Gojyo asked when they exited the cellar, plastic bags over their shoulders.
“I don’t think so. I counted. We have collected every major piece, so unless there was another body in the cellar, we have all of him.” There was a drain in the corner and a faucet. They hosed off the worst of the carnage, and left the rest for insects to feast on. Before sundown the cellar would be a smorgasbord for anything with an exoskeleton.
“I meant vampires after Goku’s blood.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“Fuck.”
“Indeed.”
LII.
Goku was either in shock, or he had a stomach lined with iron, Sanzo wasn’t sure which. He wasn’t throwing up, he wasn’t panicking, he wasn’t anything. He hadn’t seemed to have too violent a reaction to stabbing Sanzo in the eye, but it wasn’t quite the same, now was it.
“I need to clean up,” Goku said. He was avoiding Sanzo’s eyes. “I have blood in my hair.”
Yeah, that. Sanzo almost swallowed his own tongue, trying not to sink his teeth into Goku right then and there. He had settled for popping a Fisherman’s Friend into his mouth. The candy was the only thing he knew that was capable of drowning the vile taste of vampire blood. “Are you okay?” he asked, blocking Goku’s way to the bathroom with his arm.
“Yes,” Goku said, raising his head. He looked Sanzo in the eye. “Move, please.”
“I am not going to fish you out of the tub if you faint, or something.”
“I’m gonna shoot myself if I need to be carried out of the shower, Sanzo. Leave me alone.”
Sanzo stepped away to let Goku pass, but other than that he didn’t move an inch. He stood by the entrance to the bathroom, listening to the water droplets hitting Goku’s skin, the walls, the curtain. If he listened hard enough, he was sure he could make out the subtle difference in tone, between the droplets that bounced from the tiles and the ones that slid down Goku’s skin to land on the ceramic floor. Sanzo knew, as well as he knew that he wouldn’t be able to actually see it, that the water would be pink, tinged by the blood in Goku’s hair and the fresh cut on his wrist. He rested his forehead against the wall by the door. This child was going to be the death of him.
The water stopped flowing and not two minutes later Goku emerged, a towel around his hips. His hair was dripping wet and his whole body saturated in the peach soap he liked so much. The blood was gone now, the cut shallow enough to allow for the open veins to have clogged up already. Sanzo took Goku’s chin in his fingers and tilted his head, to lick a cut on his cheek and from there it was only natural for his tongue to slide towards Goku’s mouth.
Goku tasted of fear. Sanzo focused on discerning the molecules of emotion swirling in Goku’s mouth. Fear, excitement, desire-
His arms wrapped around Goku of their own accord, lifting him enough to walk them both into the tiny bedroom. The towel was rough against the small patch of skin of his belly, the shirt exposed, rubbing between them as they walked through the flat. Sanzo climbed over the foot of the bed, never letting Goku further away than was needed to take a breath.
Sanzo covered Goku with his body, trapping the entirety of him beneath his weight. That way nothing would escape him, not the tiniest tendril of scent. Sanzo’s mouth latched onto the scar on Goku’s neck, his tongue mapping every detail. It was small, barely noticeable, and his teeth had left it on Goku’s skin, like a brand of ownership. Sanzo felt a jolt of excitement travel through his body.
Goku’s hands slid under his shirt, pulling it up Sanzo’s chest. “Get it off,” he muttered, half-panicked. Sanzo remembered with some difficulty the shirt was bloody from the fight. Not a prop to bring to bed then. He allowed himself a second to get out of the garment, throwing it onto the floor, along with the towel Goku had around his hips.
“God,” Sanzo whispered, kneeling over Goku. The boy was bare, aroused and his for the taking, all his.
“Sanzo,” Goku muttered, linking his arms around the vampire’s neck. He let out a small moan when Sanzo’s hand wormed it way underneath his back, and the other slid down his stomach to tease his erect cock.
Sanzo was no longer sure if he heard anything, his ears were so full of the roar of his blood. There was the hungry swell in his breast, screaming for Goku’s blood, for his death. Sanzo latched his mouth to Goku’s, drowning the hunger in his need for sexual release. His cock was slow to react, but that wasn’t news. It took its time, but already it was loud enough to allow for choice of objective. “Don’t hurt Goku,” the voice in Sanzo’s head said. “Fuck him instead. He wants you, look how much he wants you. Can you imagine how would he smell, fucked and spent?”
“Do you have anything?” Sanzo asked, half-aware that his hand was so tight around Goku’s cock, it was unlikely he was capable of rational thought. It took the boy several seconds to reply, but he did nod, pointing to the bedside cabinet. Inside Sanzo found a bottle of lubricant. He crawled back across the bed, slithering out of his pants. He leaned over Goku, trailing a line of kisses down his torso, but met a barrier in the form of Goku twisting away from his mouth.
“Do not go there,” Goku rasped out, his fingers digging into Sanzo’s shoulders.
“You have some oral phobia?”
“You have great big pointy teeth and there’s a lot of blood in my cock right now.”
“You don’t trust me?” Sanzo asked. He wasn’t sure if he was surprised. There was a strong emotion filling him, but was it surprise?
“Hell no.”
Sanzo claimed his mouth instead, wasting no more time for pleasantries. Goku was so responsive, so tight. Sanzo clenched his eyes shut when Goku let out a loud moan. He pressed his fingertip to the same spot again and withdrew, lifting Goku’s knees. Goku watched him, half-dazed with pleasure. Sanzo felt his insides clench and then pain in his lower lip. His fangs slid out, only too eager to be buried in an artery, to have warm, rich blood spurting into the vampire’s mouth.
Sanzo let himself fall backwards, bringing Goku up to straddle his hips. He dug his fingers into the mattress as Goku lowered himself onto his cock. It was better. The open window allowed for some movement of the air, diluting the intoxicating scent. The difference was miniscule, but it was enough. Sanzo arched his back and when he took another breath the fangs were once more snug against his maxilla. Not gone – never gone. But hidden. He had a measure of control again, of which he would need every ounce. Goku cried when Sanzo reached for his cock again. It took so little to bring him off, Sanzo realised in wonder. So little and he was breathless against Sanzo’s chest, his semen coating both their stomachs and Sanzo’s hand.
Sanzo rolled them over and made sure Goku watched as he licked the come from his fingers. The boy shuddered and Sanzo felt the night muscles of his arse spasm around his cock. He started moving then, a steady pace that allowed him enough space to kiss Goku’s mouth again, taste the satiation--
love
--tiredness and contentment. Goku wrapped his legs around his hips, his arms around Sanzo’s neck, enveloping Sanzo in the golden mist of his scent. The vampire closed his eyes and let go, praying this would only achieve him orgasm and not Goku’s death.
When he opened his eyes several minutes later, the emotion clouding his insides was relief. Goku was safe, unharmed, breathing peacefully in his embrace. Sanzo watched him sleep, but his thoughts soon turned sour. He had little illusions. Just because this time nothing happened, Goku was by no means safe from him. How much of his control had been awarded by adrenaline, still pumping in his veins? All the self-control in the world wouldn’t have stopped him from sucking Goku dry in the cellar, had there been no taint of vampire blood in bloodstream. Still he was close enough to killing him, close enough to losing control that he swallowed vampire blood, vile though it tasted. It was necessary – despite the fact there was only a few drops polluting Goku’s system, vampire blood turned a human being, even minute amounts. He’d got it out, all of it. Goku was safe and whole.
Goku made a snuffling sound into Sanzo’s collarbone and Sanzo pressed an open palm to his back, over his heart, and allowed the beat to lull him into a doze.
Master Post :: Next Part
Rating: 16
Pairings: 39, 58
Genre: horror
Warnings: cannibalism is discussed, vampirism is in effect, gore
Summary: People want simple things. Sanzo wants his efforts recognised. Goku wants a home. Hakkai wants his friends to clean up after themselves. Gojyo wants beer.
Author notes: This fic is sponsored by Twilight, enabled by
moshesque and eyesofshinigami, and also sister (gee_nekoi), for keeping Twilight and sparkly vampires in my head by talking about them. XD For the record, this fic is a sparkle-free zone.Most of the vampire lore in this fic (extra row of fangs, hidden in the tissue above maxillary teeth, beheading, the fact that they are not technically dead) I stole from Supernatural.
L.
March was pulling all the favours it could get, amassing all the sunny afternoons of the year into a single fortnight. Of course, that meant Goku’s dates with Sanzo could no longer include walking, but were instead limited to staying in one place and talking. Or kissing. Kissing was nice. Goku smiled to himself, for the umpteenth time reliving the snogging sessions.
“What’s gotten you so blissed out?” Pip asked.
“Nothing.”
“Zakuro’s having a party, he told me to tell you. A week from Saturday.”
“Okay…” Goku wasn’t sure how to take it. His partying experience was limited and most often awkward. He got to know only a few people in each school, and they weren’t party animals. “Um. Does this mean I’m invited?”
“Yes, doofus,” Pip said, messing up his already untidy hair. “You’re invited. Zak said he forgot when he talked to you. Expect a text, too, when he remembers.”
“I don’t have a mobile.”
“How are you even alive?”
“Dunno. It never came up.”
“Anyway. What’s gotten you so blissed out?”
Goku reddened. He’d been hoping she’d abandon that train of thought. “Nothing! I swear!”
Pip’s eyes narrowed. “What is it?” she asked, poking Goku’s chest. “I want some. I can’t get any, unless you tell me what it is!”
“’s my boyfriend.” Goku relished the word. Sanzo still sizzled when it was mentioned, but even he could no longer deny that what they had was an informal relationship, which made them boyfriends. “Things’s been really cool.”
“Oh,” Pip said, and it was such a dejected syllable Goku felt a momentary stab of panic. He hadn’t figured this would be a problem, not with Pip, of all people.
“This… bothers you?”
“Well, yes. Are you completely gay?”
“As opposed to what?”
“Bisexual, for one.”
Goku scratched his head. “Dunno, can I think about it?”
“You have to think about it?”
“Yeah! I mean, I never did, so,” but Pip was already looking around. Goku followed her gaze. They’d been slow coming out of class, so most of the crowds were gone, leaving them, and a few others, alone in the courtyard. No one was looking their way. Goku turned back to Pip, only instead of looking at her face he found he was staring at her breasts, cushioned in a powder blue bra.
Goku made a sound that, on a scale of “what” to “GARRRGHHH” fell at about a third of the distance, on account of how quiet it was. His feet whirled him in place while his head tried to find balance. It was not unlike trying to flatten the surface of water in a glass, standing on one hand on a railing that was being heated from below. “Are you crazy?” he hissed when Pip giggled.
“Nah. Figured this would be quicker.”
“Quicker than what?”
“Than you having to think about it. So, you have an answer for me yet?”
“Answer? What?”
“I am not stripping,” Pip said, tapping her foot on the floor. “Are you completely turned off by tits, or not?”
“Not?”
“Jolly good then. Who’s the boyfriend? Can I meet him?”
“Heh. I dunno, he’s a bit strange,” Goku said. He’d have to make a note, in the event these two ever met, Pip was under no circumstances be allowed to question anyone’s sexuality. It might end bloody.
He waved Pip goodbye when they reached a corner and headed home. It was a good afternoon. Classes came and went, requiring little involvement on his part, and now he was headed home, to see Sanzo.
His next thought was going to be “life was good,” but as it were, before he got round to thinking it, a hand wrapped around his mouth and pulled him into an open door and down a flight of stairs. Goku smelled moss and misuse of property. Fuck, his head supplied, this was where people come to die. Then, just like that, the hand was gone and he reached for the wall, plastering his back to it.
The man was a surprise. Unlike the bum Goku was expecting he saw – holy hell – a suit. The man wore a bright silk scarf around his neck and a pair of large sunglasses on his face. Nothing was done to hide the razor-sharp fangs, which hid his maxillary teeth.
“He was right,” he breathed. “You are a wonder.”
Goku had no chance at responding. Thankfully, his hands thought quicker than his brain, for while the attack was too swift for human muscles to follow, the moment that he was given beforehand was enough for his fingers to close around the butterfly knife in his pocket.
The vampire staggered backwards, the handle of the knife protruding from the underside of his jaw, and before he got his bearings Goku was out of the cellar, running in the afternoon sun.
Why the hell was this happening to him, he asked himself, why the hell now?
He crossed the street, mindless of a bus’ screeching tyres. He wasn’t far from home now – Hakkai or Gojyo would be there, he’d be safe with them. The building had just come into view when Goku was swept of his feet and thrown into a nearby wall, which turned out to be a half-open door. Goku tumbled down the short staircase coming up on one knee in a dark musty cellar.
“Impressive,” the vampire rasped, the voice distorted by the wound. Goku staggered to his feet, trying to catch his breath. There were dark spots whirling before his eyes. “Most impressive.”
“Screw you, Darth,” Goku said. Fuck, the freak had his knife. It was little consolation that he’d returned it right away, when he did it by slamming it into the wall so hard, the point stuck between the bricks. Goku’s breath hitched. The knife passed right by his face.
“Ah,” the vampire muttered, suddenly a breath away from Goku. One of his hands was on Goku’s neck, pressing into his windpipe. The other grabbed the knife.
Goku tried to scream, but the hand on his throat choked the sound down. Tears stung at his eyelids when the vampire slashed into his exposed wrist.
“Don’t cry, little boy,” the vampire said into his ear. “It’s all going to be just fine…” He brought his own wrist to his mouth and bit down, drawing blood.
Goku’s mouth opened in another silent scream, when the vampire pressed their hands together. It burned, like acid was spilling onto his skin. He opened his eyes and saw the mouth, rows of gleaming teeth, over his face, and clenched his eyes shut again.
Then, as if the wind blew it away, the pressure was gone, though the burning in his hand didn’t cease. Goku felt air fill his lungs as he slid down the wall. “Sanzo,” he whispered.
Sanzo had the strange vampire by the throat, holding him above the concrete. Faster than the human eye could follow he darted to the wall, slamming the vampire’s skull into the bricks. Goku heard a sickening crunch and threw his arms over his head. It didn’t help much. He still heard the whines and half-screams the vampire let out, the crunch of bones being broken, of body being torn open. When it stopped, when all the sounds had quieted, Goku felt his hands being lifted away from his head. He didn’t dare open his eyes.
“It’s okay,” Sanzo said. “He’s dead.”
Judging by the sounds, Goku wanted to say, he was worse than dead. He said nothing though. He tried, but nothing past a whimper would escape his mouth.
“Shit,” Sanzo muttered over his head, wrapping an arm around Goku’s back so that Goku’s face was hidden in the crook of his neck. “Fuck, damn the fucker.”
Wet heat took hold of Goku’s slashed wrist. Goku opened his eyes in alarm. Sanzo was sucking on the cut. “Wait,” he tried to say, but Sanzo pushed his other hand away and held fast. “Stop it!” Goku cried finally and at last Sanzo let go. “Get away from me.”
“Sit still,” Sanzo said. He turned and Goku saw – oh god no – the remains of the other vampire, splattered all over the corner. “It’s fine. Don’t look.”
It was strange, but Goku didn’t even feel dizzy. His mind had settled and now his insides felt calm, like a lake full of sleeping, tentacled monsters. In the clarity, the tones of a number being punched into a mobile phone were loud enough to rattle mountains in their foundations.
“Hakkai?” Sanzo said, once again cradling Goku’s head against his chest. “There’s a situation.”
Goku listened to the address being rattled out and then silence. He felt Sanzo’s gaze boring into the top of his head with the intensity of a drill. “Are you okay?”
“No, I’m fucking not okay! A vampire had just tried to kill me!”
“You should be used to it by now.”
“Fuck you, dickhead! I ain’t ever going to get used to it,” Goku moaned, clenching his teeth. He could smell blood on Sanzo’s shirt.
“Don’t move your arm too much,” Sanzo said. “The skin is broken. It’s hard for me to resist. Are you well enough to be moved?”
“I’m not an invalid, I can walk.”
“No.”
“Fuck you,” Goku said, pushing at Sanzo and standing. He kept his eyes closed and took a step forward. The gravel crunched under his shoe and Goku grit his teeth – gravel, it was just gravel, nothing but gravel and plastic or something – and took another step.
“You don’t want his phalanges all over you,” Sanzo said, sweeping Goku off his feet.
“Thanks so much,” Goku said, sinking into Sanzo’s hold with gratitude he hoped he wasn’t showing. Thankfully, home was close.
LI.
“Oh fuck,” Gojyo said, when they arrived at the cellar. “Sanzo wasn’t kidding.” The unfortunate sod who’d attacked Goku had been torn into pieces for his crime. Sanzo didn’t go easy on the fucker. There was blood on the floor, the ceiling and the walls; enough of it to indicate the head went last, or close to last. Getting on Sanzo’s bad side was a bad, bad idea, Gojyo thought. Not like it was a particular revelation, but still. Bad idea.
“I can’t say I feel sorry for this person,” Hakkai countered, handing Gojyo a plastic bag. “Do you smell that?”
“Goku’s blood, yeah. Hell, I would have been just as thorough. This is a bright day, there’s no telling who’d seen the scuffle.”
“Very few people have reason to venture here.” Hakkai sniffed the air. “No one in the past month, that’s for sure.” He moved towards the wall, to take the vampire’s head off a nail. “Thankfully.”
“Where the fuck did he come from?” Gojyo collected the bigger bits and stuffed them into the bag. Okay, Goku wasn’t exactly living under lock and key, but one would have to be stupid not to notice the subtle scent of a vampire presence about him, which should have made him a big no for others.
Then again, the kid smelled so good…
“I would like to know this myself,” Hakkai admitted. “Sanzo should have had the presence of mind to ask him some questions.”
“Yeah, a vampire tried to eat Goku for lunch and Sanzo’s gonna ask him questions. Right.”
“I see your point,” Hakkai said picking up an arm.
“We should leave signs around the city. Do not touch this boy, for your end will be messy.” Gojyo held up a leg. “Where the fuck did this guy come from? Who wears shoes like these?”
“Focus on the clean up, fashion later.”
One of the less known facts about vampires was that cleaning up after a spat was easy. It was as if the entirety of the world wanted them gone from memory as soon as possible. A live vampire no animal would approach. A dead one would have the meat picked of his bones faster than Gojyo could do away with a succulent teen. Ants, beetles, spiders; anything that could find sustenance in vampire cells was on the job.
“You think there’s any more?” Gojyo asked when they exited the cellar, plastic bags over their shoulders.
“I don’t think so. I counted. We have collected every major piece, so unless there was another body in the cellar, we have all of him.” There was a drain in the corner and a faucet. They hosed off the worst of the carnage, and left the rest for insects to feast on. Before sundown the cellar would be a smorgasbord for anything with an exoskeleton.
“I meant vampires after Goku’s blood.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“Fuck.”
“Indeed.”
LII.
Goku was either in shock, or he had a stomach lined with iron, Sanzo wasn’t sure which. He wasn’t throwing up, he wasn’t panicking, he wasn’t anything. He hadn’t seemed to have too violent a reaction to stabbing Sanzo in the eye, but it wasn’t quite the same, now was it.
“I need to clean up,” Goku said. He was avoiding Sanzo’s eyes. “I have blood in my hair.”
Yeah, that. Sanzo almost swallowed his own tongue, trying not to sink his teeth into Goku right then and there. He had settled for popping a Fisherman’s Friend into his mouth. The candy was the only thing he knew that was capable of drowning the vile taste of vampire blood. “Are you okay?” he asked, blocking Goku’s way to the bathroom with his arm.
“Yes,” Goku said, raising his head. He looked Sanzo in the eye. “Move, please.”
“I am not going to fish you out of the tub if you faint, or something.”
“I’m gonna shoot myself if I need to be carried out of the shower, Sanzo. Leave me alone.”
Sanzo stepped away to let Goku pass, but other than that he didn’t move an inch. He stood by the entrance to the bathroom, listening to the water droplets hitting Goku’s skin, the walls, the curtain. If he listened hard enough, he was sure he could make out the subtle difference in tone, between the droplets that bounced from the tiles and the ones that slid down Goku’s skin to land on the ceramic floor. Sanzo knew, as well as he knew that he wouldn’t be able to actually see it, that the water would be pink, tinged by the blood in Goku’s hair and the fresh cut on his wrist. He rested his forehead against the wall by the door. This child was going to be the death of him.
The water stopped flowing and not two minutes later Goku emerged, a towel around his hips. His hair was dripping wet and his whole body saturated in the peach soap he liked so much. The blood was gone now, the cut shallow enough to allow for the open veins to have clogged up already. Sanzo took Goku’s chin in his fingers and tilted his head, to lick a cut on his cheek and from there it was only natural for his tongue to slide towards Goku’s mouth.
Goku tasted of fear. Sanzo focused on discerning the molecules of emotion swirling in Goku’s mouth. Fear, excitement, desire-
His arms wrapped around Goku of their own accord, lifting him enough to walk them both into the tiny bedroom. The towel was rough against the small patch of skin of his belly, the shirt exposed, rubbing between them as they walked through the flat. Sanzo climbed over the foot of the bed, never letting Goku further away than was needed to take a breath.
Sanzo covered Goku with his body, trapping the entirety of him beneath his weight. That way nothing would escape him, not the tiniest tendril of scent. Sanzo’s mouth latched onto the scar on Goku’s neck, his tongue mapping every detail. It was small, barely noticeable, and his teeth had left it on Goku’s skin, like a brand of ownership. Sanzo felt a jolt of excitement travel through his body.
Goku’s hands slid under his shirt, pulling it up Sanzo’s chest. “Get it off,” he muttered, half-panicked. Sanzo remembered with some difficulty the shirt was bloody from the fight. Not a prop to bring to bed then. He allowed himself a second to get out of the garment, throwing it onto the floor, along with the towel Goku had around his hips.
“God,” Sanzo whispered, kneeling over Goku. The boy was bare, aroused and his for the taking, all his.
“Sanzo,” Goku muttered, linking his arms around the vampire’s neck. He let out a small moan when Sanzo’s hand wormed it way underneath his back, and the other slid down his stomach to tease his erect cock.
Sanzo was no longer sure if he heard anything, his ears were so full of the roar of his blood. There was the hungry swell in his breast, screaming for Goku’s blood, for his death. Sanzo latched his mouth to Goku’s, drowning the hunger in his need for sexual release. His cock was slow to react, but that wasn’t news. It took its time, but already it was loud enough to allow for choice of objective. “Don’t hurt Goku,” the voice in Sanzo’s head said. “Fuck him instead. He wants you, look how much he wants you. Can you imagine how would he smell, fucked and spent?”
“Do you have anything?” Sanzo asked, half-aware that his hand was so tight around Goku’s cock, it was unlikely he was capable of rational thought. It took the boy several seconds to reply, but he did nod, pointing to the bedside cabinet. Inside Sanzo found a bottle of lubricant. He crawled back across the bed, slithering out of his pants. He leaned over Goku, trailing a line of kisses down his torso, but met a barrier in the form of Goku twisting away from his mouth.
“Do not go there,” Goku rasped out, his fingers digging into Sanzo’s shoulders.
“You have some oral phobia?”
“You have great big pointy teeth and there’s a lot of blood in my cock right now.”
“You don’t trust me?” Sanzo asked. He wasn’t sure if he was surprised. There was a strong emotion filling him, but was it surprise?
“Hell no.”
Sanzo claimed his mouth instead, wasting no more time for pleasantries. Goku was so responsive, so tight. Sanzo clenched his eyes shut when Goku let out a loud moan. He pressed his fingertip to the same spot again and withdrew, lifting Goku’s knees. Goku watched him, half-dazed with pleasure. Sanzo felt his insides clench and then pain in his lower lip. His fangs slid out, only too eager to be buried in an artery, to have warm, rich blood spurting into the vampire’s mouth.
Sanzo let himself fall backwards, bringing Goku up to straddle his hips. He dug his fingers into the mattress as Goku lowered himself onto his cock. It was better. The open window allowed for some movement of the air, diluting the intoxicating scent. The difference was miniscule, but it was enough. Sanzo arched his back and when he took another breath the fangs were once more snug against his maxilla. Not gone – never gone. But hidden. He had a measure of control again, of which he would need every ounce. Goku cried when Sanzo reached for his cock again. It took so little to bring him off, Sanzo realised in wonder. So little and he was breathless against Sanzo’s chest, his semen coating both their stomachs and Sanzo’s hand.
Sanzo rolled them over and made sure Goku watched as he licked the come from his fingers. The boy shuddered and Sanzo felt the night muscles of his arse spasm around his cock. He started moving then, a steady pace that allowed him enough space to kiss Goku’s mouth again, taste the satiation--
love
--tiredness and contentment. Goku wrapped his legs around his hips, his arms around Sanzo’s neck, enveloping Sanzo in the golden mist of his scent. The vampire closed his eyes and let go, praying this would only achieve him orgasm and not Goku’s death.
When he opened his eyes several minutes later, the emotion clouding his insides was relief. Goku was safe, unharmed, breathing peacefully in his embrace. Sanzo watched him sleep, but his thoughts soon turned sour. He had little illusions. Just because this time nothing happened, Goku was by no means safe from him. How much of his control had been awarded by adrenaline, still pumping in his veins? All the self-control in the world wouldn’t have stopped him from sucking Goku dry in the cellar, had there been no taint of vampire blood in bloodstream. Still he was close enough to killing him, close enough to losing control that he swallowed vampire blood, vile though it tasted. It was necessary – despite the fact there was only a few drops polluting Goku’s system, vampire blood turned a human being, even minute amounts. He’d got it out, all of it. Goku was safe and whole.
Goku made a snuffling sound into Sanzo’s collarbone and Sanzo pressed an open palm to his back, over his heart, and allowed the beat to lull him into a doze.
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Date: 2009-06-15 10:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-16 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-15 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-16 01:16 pm (UTC)Goku, poor soul, is so practical. A vampire with a blood craving near an erection is so not a good idea. XD
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Date: 2009-06-15 10:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-16 01:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-15 10:42 pm (UTC)*falls over*
Okay. Um, first, protective Sanzo is hot, evil-stoopid-fucker vampire is an evil stoopid fucker, and Hakkai calmly picking up body parts of hilarious.
And, oh, the smut, it was too hot to be allowed. :D And so emotional. <3
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Date: 2009-06-16 01:22 pm (UTC)*grins* Hakkai picking up body parts is such an awesome mental image. Creepy, yes, but awesome. :D
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2009-06-15 11:19 pm (UTC)Just a lovely read. Thank you for sharing! ♥
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Date: 2009-06-16 01:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-16 12:56 am (UTC)Sanzo shredding the vampire to pieces was damn cool.
Great job. Thanks!!!
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Date: 2009-06-16 01:24 pm (UTC)*grins* A little creepy, a little icky, but cool most of all. Protective Sanzo owns. Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2009-06-16 08:33 am (UTC)death and release, ....
and love and violence.
really very good.
wonderful control by sanzo -- and goku
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Date: 2009-06-16 01:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-16 06:29 pm (UTC)And another thing I found interesting was who was that vampire referring to when he said 'He was right/ You are a wonder'? Is it who I think it is? Somehow I don't think it was Goku's blood the guy was after. But why would he want to turn Goku into a vampire when vampire blood tastes horrid and Goku's blood is exquisite...
Don't worry I'll shut up soon.
But what really made it for me in this chapter was that the lack of trust in their relationship (in some areas) actually holds it together. Quiet a nice paradox.
Oh. And. Sex. Hot.
Ok, I'll go now.
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Date: 2009-06-16 07:56 pm (UTC)Hah. I was wondering if anyone noticed. Well, the answer of course is that it's a throwaway line that may be the opening for a sequel, should I feel like writing it. *grins* I can tell you what the other vampire did would be very slow and uncertain, because he was planning on drinking his fill when Sanzo interrupted.
*grins* Sex is Very Serious Business. *solemn nod*
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Date: 2009-06-22 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-26 08:17 am (UTC)Sanzo ripping the other vamp apart was bloody cool, and I'm enjoying his conflict. What an exciting story! Every chapter is a treat.
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Date: 2009-07-27 01:01 pm (UTC)Sanzo must have been glad for the exercise, being relegated to the role of the woobie boyfriend for so long... XD