Lamp-Tricks and Song

by Jedishampoo

Title: Lamp-Tricks and Song
Author: jedishampoo
Pairings: Gojyo/F, Hakkai/F, F/Sanzo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Het, dub-con, non-con, mind control.
Summary: 8100 words. A powerful youkai woman traps the ikkou on their journey and employs a unique kind of magic to keep them there.
Author’s Notes: Darkish and gratuitous het with some shonen-ai-ishness, written for sharpeslass, ‘cause I knows her kinks. Het. Hints of yaoi. Dub-con. Non-con. Exhibitionism. Molestering of Sanzo. Remember that Suika chick from the Reload episodes, who sings their bad memories away? She deserved the bullet in her brain. Thanks to Sharpeslass for the beta.


Some things were harder to capture and bind than others. Some things, however, were well-worth the extra effort. Suika thought it a good thing that her powers were sufficient to the task.

She stroked the soft, blood-red hair of the half-youkai and watched his pretty face as he slept. She found a stray memory flitting its way through his brain, caught it, then discarded it as unimportant. Up his temple her fingers drifted, then over, touching the scars on his cheek. The marks only accentuated his good looks, and the soft moans he uttered made her belly tighten with anticipation.

He and the others had fallen asleep at her song-spell, just as she’d planned. The binding-lamps still shone in their rooms, holding each of them until she could complete the spell. She’d bound their pasts away from them, and now she would visit each man in turn, to sift through their memories, pick and choose which to keep, which to keep locked away forever.

Forever. She loved the three of them so very much already. Not as much as she’d loved-- never that much. Still, the human priest and his youkai sidekicks would make fine companions. They were handsome, and strong, and their pasts were full of pain, making it all the easier for her to use her powers to help them, cure them, bind them.

Suika had heard the rumors, of course. Some traveling youkai trash had brought the news that these men were wanted by youkai royalty for something or other--a scripture, perhaps? But she had no interest in monetary reward, or any sort of victory for youkai-kind. She did, however, have an interest in what else they could offer her.

She thought about the blond human and the slender, muscled limbs he hid beneath his robes, and, of course, the green eyes and black hair of the third one, and the power his bland countenance concealed. A different man every night! Suika promised herself. Or even-- she shivered a little with the possibilities-- more than one a night. Or all three at once. The mind boggled. They were all so, so pretty, so, so strong..

Their strength was what attracted her most. She wouldn’t have minded nabbing the youngest one, for he was the strongest of them all. But three men were more than enough, and her powers weren’t limitless. Already she had a long and busy night ahead of her. She would enjoy, it, too: finishing what she’d started with lamp-tricks and song.

***

Gojyo awoke to tender fingers in his hair, to soft murmurs and breathing that was not his. When he opened his eyes the room was dim, lit only by the little ceramic lantern on the side-table. Through a sleepy haze he could see the youkai chick, their hostess, kneeling next to him, could see her lavender hair and pink eyes, and her pink lips moving.

His body felt great, loose-limbed and relaxed, completely tension-free. He wondered if he’d had tension before, to compare his current state to. He must have, but he couldn’t remember it. All he knew was that he felt fabulous, and there was a hot chick in his room, and she was running fingers through his hair. And he hadn’t even hit on her.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing in here?” Gojyo said, and tried to sit up.

The woman laid her other hand on his shoulder and pressed him back into the bed.

“You are dreaming,” she said.

“That explains it,” Gojyo said. Everything was unreal-seeming enough that he could believe it. He was a teensy bit disappointed, but when it came to getting laid, dreams were better than the nothing he’d endured for-- for-- he couldn’t remember. There was a weird hole in his memory, and he could only get the vaguest sense of where he’d come from and why he was there. He decided it was probably an effect of the dream.

So far it was a good dream, but that could change, he thought, then wondered why the hell such a ridiculous idea had popped into his brain. Dreams were always good, life was good, and where was this hair-stroking going, anyway? He supposed he could make it go anywhere.-- it was his dream, after all.

One of their nights living together in Gojyo’s house-- why was Hakkai living there? Gojyo couldn’t remember, so he supposed it had always just been that way-- Hakkai had discussed lucid dreaming, something he’d read about. Hakkai was always reading shit and telling Gojyo about it afterwards, like he was trying to give Gojyo an ad-hoc education or something. Come to think of it, Sanzo pulled that shit, too, now and then, Gojyo remembered, and-- hey, that was a coherent memory! He clung to it, though he didn’t know why he bothered.

“My, you do want to keep those difficult memories, don’t you?” the youkai chick-- Suika, yeah, that was her name, Lady Suika-- said, and smiled. “Don’t worry-- I can make it go away.”

“Whoa! Are you reading my mind or something?”

“Yes. That’s all right, isn’t it?” Suika slid a cool, smooth finger over Gojyo’s temple, and his body tingled all over. The memory of Hakkai and Sanzo’s-- whatever he’d been thinking about-- slid away.

“Awesome,” Gojyo said, because he felt awesome, and the touch of her fingers was a turn-on, even in his dream. “That feels great.”

“I’m pleased you enjoyed it,” Suika said, and this time when she smiled, she licked her pink lips with a matching pink tongue.

Gojyo thought he should say something clever and sexy, but for some reason, the holes in his memory included all his best lines. Still, since he was dreaming, and it was a good dream and wouldn’t matter tomorrow, Gojyo decided to just go for it. “Hey. Are we gonna…?”

“Of course. It will help,” she said. “I look forward to it.”

“Fan-tastic,” Gojyo said.

Suika stood back from the bed and untied her obi, unwrapping it round and round her waist like she was a present, all while watching him. Now and then her pink eyes glittered with aqua sparks, and Gojyo found that endlessly fascinating, hypnotic, as if he would fall into her eyes, and the dream would end and start again in the same place, or maybe somewhere else. A strip of pale material fell to the floor

“Why don’t you help me?” she suggested.

“Okay,” Gojyo said. He would have loved to pull out a cool, lady-killing response, but his tongue or his brain-- or something-- just plain didn’t work in this dream. And he was so busy staring, and felt so relaxed, that he could hardly move. But she was looking at him and her eyes were doing that gleamy thing again, and his limbs sort of activated themselves.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. His body was light, unburdened by… something. Everything felt great, the touch of his feet on the smooth, well-worn mat covering the floor, the light scent of the lantern-oil, the wispy brush of the breeze through the open window, the murmurs just out of hearing. Every sense was heightened and softened at the same time, and while it didn’t make sense, it felt amazing.

Somehow he was standing in front of her and his body did the talking for him. He slid his hands into the open front of her robe; the fabric was soft, her skin was soft, and her sigh was a wispy, pleased sound. It was a great dream. Suika was tall but Gojyo was taller, and he bent down to give her a kiss. He felt clumsy, and knew he should have been better at it, but it seemed to please her. At some point his mouth drifted down her throat; the skin of her shoulders was white and glowed in the dim room, and it tasted like something feminine-- old roses, or jasmine--something flowery.

“I look forward to getting started on forever,” she whispered against his chest.

His body wanted his mouth to suggest all sorts of things, but still his tongue wouldn’t cooperate. “Uh,” he said.

He wasn’t directing the dream, she was, but that was okay, and she seemed to want him to kiss her again. So he did, and for a while he existed in a mist-world of her mouth, cool and smooth inside as her skin was outside, sharp little teeth, breeze on his skin as his shirt came off, somehow. Her nails grazed his back, his shoulder blades, slender fingers chilly on his skin but hot in his blood.

“You have such beautiful red hair and eyes,” she whispered. “Maybe, if he’d-- but that was so long ago.”

Something about her words made him pause, though he couldn’t imagine why. Not for long: the dream was better than trying to figure out why her words bothered him.

“I guess,” he murmured and shrugged, and went back to the sharp and the chilly and the hot.

Females were fabulous things, Gojyo marveled. Breasts were nice, all soft and squishy, and her nipples tickled his palms. They tasted good, and they felt great, were icing on the cake of his life, especially after being around guys all day, every day.

Around guys? Doing what? he briefly wondered, tried to remember and couldn’t. It didn’t matter, because his cock was hard and pressed into her belly, and forever like this sounded pretty good, and she’d said forever, forever… he could have stood there forever…

Her fingers tightened on his shoulders and she uttered a sharp breath that sounded like exasperation, warm on his neck.

“What is it?” Gojyo asked through his hazy dream of sort-of seduction.

“It’s just that it’s been so long,” Suika murmured into Gojyo’s shoulder. “And I love you so much already.”

Gojyo didn’t know if he loved her, but that didn’t matter either. “Oh,” he said.

Pale, slim fingers clasped around his darker ones, and pulled. “It’s time,” Suika whispered, and drew him back down onto the bed.

“Okay,” Gojyo said again, and then decided to shut his mouth, again, and let the rest of him do the talking. With every touch he forgot more and more, cared less and less. How he’d gotten here. Still… well, it was a dream. Suika was a bed of soft female flesh, bare skin cool against his hard cock. He could hear the low moans vibrating through her throat and chest. Forever, forever…

“My love,” she whispered in to his ear. “It’s not… you’re not…”

“What?” Gojyo mumbled into her forehead. Spread across the bed, her hair looked so pretty…

Apparently he’d lost focus but her hands helped him; they circled his cock and squeezed in a delicious, tight way that grabbed his attention for a moment or two. They guided him inside her when he otherwise would have been thinking about how smooth the sheets felt on his elbows, his knees. Inside she was all heat, not cool at all, and at some point his body drove itself, but slowly, as the dream demanded.

“I wish I could know you as you are,” Suika’s voice drifted into his ear. “I-- but no, it’s too soon, and it wouldn’t help…”

“As I am?” Gojyo asked, thinking about how neat it was, the back and forth-- watching the room move with him; back and forth went the lamp, the window… How neat it was to feel such nice, tight heat around his cock and the cool breeze and flesh touching him everywhere else…something was happening, his back and his spine felt so tense, all of a sudden…

“A little wouldn’t hurt, I’m sure,” she might have said, and there were hands cradling his face, fingers pressing into his temples, and then the dream-world was pain, swelling pain, sharp as her teeth and nails digging into his shoulder and back--

Suddenly he remembered things, too many things, and he wanted to stop, ask her what the fuck was going on, but he was still moving inside her. He had to finish , he had to come--

And he grunted and came, and the tension shot out of his spine and through his cock, and the pain elsewhere subsided with it, the pain in his head, in his heart.

He breathed, deep breaths to expand his chest and dissipate the ache filling it. The only thing Gojyo could compare that feeling of disorientation to was of being on some really good drugs, and coming down hard. He opened his eyes to see Suika’s wide beneath him. Oh yeah, he’d… why had everything seemed so blurry just minutes ago, and so sharp at the moment?

He slid his dick out of her, and captured her hands between his and the bed, one by one, still breathing hard. He’d lost his memories and now they were back, and she had something to do with it, she’d said as much. “I can make it go away,” she’d said…and he’d been so oblivious, for a while.

“Why did you do it?” he asked her.

“Because I love you,” Suika said, and her eyes were little pink pools sparkling with aqua tears. One spilled out of the corner of her eye, rolling like ice down her smooth, pale cheek. What she’d done-- taking his memories-- hadn’t been right, but she’d also talked about help. She was obviously lonely, and a little crazy…

“Shit,” Gojyo said. He loosened his grip on her wrists, just a little. Then he grinned, because with the flooding return of memories he’d just realized why he couldn’t speak or act before. A lifetime of experience, baby.

“You cheated yourself, sister,” Gojyo said, and rolled off her to look for his pants, and to get a smoke.

“What?” Suika asked from somewhere behind him as he hung half off the bed, digging around in his clothing.

“All you’d had to do was ask,” Gojyo told her as he found his pack of smokes, pulled one out and lit it. “Ya didn’t have to give me the mind-whammy or whatever it was.”

“Oh?” Suika said. She still lay with her lavender-silver hair spread out over the pillow, now wearing a waiting for an explanation sort of look on her pretty face.

“Yeah. And man, I’m embarrassed by how much I sucked.”

She smiled a strange sort of smile up at him. “Don’t worry,” she said. “It was my mistake, love. And that wasn’t all I wanted.”

“Huh?” Gojyo said, pausing in mid-inhale, holding his cigarette an inch from his lips. He narrowed his eyes at her. “What I don’t remember is how you got the drop on me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, and sat up, staring at him. “I was only trying to help.”

She was naked, and Gojyo wouldn’t have minded checking her out a little more at a better time, but something just wasn’t right, and her eyes were doing that gleamy-glittery thing again.

“Hey,” he said, having a thought. He grabbed her wrist. “Did you put the mind-whammy on the other guys, too? Maybe we better go check. Together.”

Too late he saw her mouth open wide, saw the sharp little youkai-teeth he’d tasted and felt earlier. She began to sing, and he couldn’t keep his grip, couldn’t hold on to consciousness.

“I realize my mistake, now. I have forever to get to know you,” he heard her say before he slid back into the dream.

***

Suika stepped out of the shallow bath she’d drawn. There was still much for her to do, but she’d taken a minute or two to splash herself with cool water. To breathe and calm her nerves.

She’d made a terrible mistake. She’d let herself get too close too quickly; had allowed herself to foolishly yearn for too much too soon. Gojyo’s memories had been easy to capture and read. She’d seen how that man had loved all his women, even if only for a short while, and she’d let herself regret the lack of focus that the dream-spell had forced upon him.

Truly, she was lucky he’d taken pity on her and underestimated her. It was just that… she found the dangerous side of these men so exciting. It had made her reckless. Still, her power had been sufficient; when she’d left Gojyo he’d been as happy and docile as it was possible for her to make him. No matter how strong these men were, they were no match for her ancient power.

Next, she knew she must deal with the other two. The beautiful blond priest she would leave for last, she decided. He was the most closed-off, and practice on the other two, and the benefit of their memories, would prepare her to break the walls in his mind.

Suika toweled off and draped her long-sleeved kimono loosely about her. She would be more careful with the next one, but still she would learn him, take his secrets for her own.

When she entered his room, the dark-haired human-turned-youkai was lying flat on his back, deep in the dream-sleep she’d placed on him earlier. The little dragon that had been ever-present on his shoulder was absent. Suika preferred it to stay that way, so she slid the open window mostly shut, leaving only the narrowest of openings to let in the night air. Then she turned to look at the man on the bed.

His face was even prettier without the monocle, serene and expressionless.

“So much pain you hide behind that smile,” Suika whispered to him. Her fingertips brushed as lightly as the breeze against his eyelids. “And this false eye. A shame, because your eyes are lovely.”

A stray memory caught her attention: blood, a doll, and a game piece? How odd, she thought. She knew she would need to look more closely to decipher that one.

The man, Hakkai, murmured in his sleep but didn’t wake. Suika would not let him; she’d learned her lesson about waking a potential companion before her magic had worked itself fully. She did let herself trace a fine line with one finger down his straight nose, over his lips. On a whim, she slid a fingernail between his slightly-parted lips and drew him a smile.

“The smile is false, but it looks good on you,” she told his sleeping form. “I shall make you smile for real, some day.”

Suika’s earlier resolve to be careful was already waning; she wanted more than just his memories, and she wanted more right then. Gojyo might have thought he’d performed badly-- and she knew that he could do better-- but his body had felt wonderful to her, nonetheless, and his touch had been wonderful. She’d been delightfully satisfied. Still, one of her own faults, acknowledged long ago, was that despite her selflessness, she was too greedy and too impatient when it came to men. He had told her that-- but it was best if she not think of him now.

She’d been so lonely for so long without beautiful male companionship, and at the moment Suika was definitely greedy. She lay a hand on the man’s belly, let her fingers snuggle up under his loose shirt, felt the muscles of his stomach moving under his skin. Another stray memory flitted by: it was of another woman’s hand.

Suika could not let that memory remain between them for an instant longer: she grabbed it and tucked it away to a secret hiding place, where it would be safe from everyone but her.

The man murmured again, soft and unintelligible, and Suika fancied that he sounded plaintive. So she drew her fingers lower, between his legs, felt the outline of his penis thought the cloth of his pants. A choked sound escaped his throat. That voice was lovely.

He was hers, all hers, and soon all his best memories would be of her, and his voice would be hers alone, and she loved the noise he made as she set the heel of her palm at his crotch and tickled the small hairs at his belly with her fingertips. The thought of it tempted her: she could crawl atop him right now, let his warm body heat her cold one.

The sound that croaked from between his lips sounded to her enthralled ears like “please.” Perhaps she would answer, crawl atop him in his sleep: touch helped her magic work, after all. She could siphon all his memories at once, with every inch of his body and hers--

Soon she’d dropped her robe and straddled his thighs, resting on the hard jut between his legs. She discovered another fault of her own, perhaps: she was insatiable. Of their own volition, her hips moved forward, back, and her hands explored his chest, his face-- Her fingertips found the little silver bands circling his left ear.

“I don’t see your memories of your true form,” Suika whispered to the sleeping, moaning man. “Do you never take it?”

Gojyo’s mind had contained vague memories of this man’s youkai self, and Suika regretted not paying more attention to those memories. At the time, she consoled herself, she’d been otherwise occupied.

Even those vague memories, however, had shown her something that could be unique among youkai. Suika wanted to see it for herself. She was greedy, she was greedy…

“No,” she told herself. As she’d whispered to Gojyo, forever would offer plenty of opportunities to discover those things. “But I shall satisfy my curiosity in another matter.”

The man didn’t protest, in fact, he said nothing at all. So she unbuttoned his pants and lifted herself off him enough to pull them down to the middle of his thighs. Then she examined her newest acquisition further. Her spell and her touch and her luscious female body had indeed wrought one very welcome thing in him; his penis was swollen and quivering against his belly. She rubbed her bare bottom against it, felt the smooth heated skin pushing a demand against her most deliciously sensitive spots. Teasing little jolts of pleasure zipped through her bloodstream, seeping warmth into her limbs warm in a way she hadn’t felt in much too long. A couple more times, back and forth, and she knew she must have him, must feel him filling her-- she looked down at his erection-- stretching her …

Still, she eyed the silver limiters on his ears. “Perhaps I could remove just one…” she whispered.

Her fingernail clipped the under-edge of one of the cuffs and flipped it onto the pillow next to his head. Nothing happened, at least nothing much: his eyelids fluttered and a small murmur escaped his lips, and that was all. She’d hoped for a gradual transformation, but he was the same as before, asleep and yet hard between her thighs.

The more urgent matter recalled her attention. Forget careful-- she wanted him. She fancied his erection was straining up to meet her lonely body. Her fingers moved down to grip him fully for the first time, circling and squeezing, testing its lovely hardness. All three of her men were young, strong and healthy, and all so different from one another--

The intimate touch forced out another stray memory from him-- you can do that again, if you want…

It was that other woman again. The memories told Suika that this woman was dead, but still, she wanted to wipe the woman from memory’s existence. Through her magic that thought joined the other one from earlier in hiding, and Suika was again struck with jealous greed for this man. Even asleep, she could have his body, and it would remember hers, wiping everything from before clean, and they’d all be ready to begin a new life…

As she’d helped the half-conscious Gojyo, Suika now helped this sleeping man, fingers circling the base of his penis she held him straight and steady as she sunk herself onto him.

A small ah, light as a mere puff of breath, whooshed from between his slightly-parted lips. His hands twitched at his sides. Suika grabbed his fingers in hers and began to move, lifting her body on her knees and sliding herself up to the very rounded tip of his erection, then pressing back down until he was tucked inside her so deeply he might never escape. His head was turned to the side now, and yet again her greedy eyes were drawn to his ear. The thought of getting a peep at his youkai form intensified the little pulses of pleasure, regular as heartbeats, that coursed through her body. “One more…” she said.

A second cuff joined the first on the pillow. Still his face retained its pretty human appearance, though a sheen of sweat covered his forehead, and his body had begun to quiver beneath hers.

This was the most intimate and powerful touch she could share with him and nearly every memory he had was open to her view-- except that one, the one she most desired in her lust, the one that showed her his true form, the form he’d gained after slaughtering all of those other youkai. The blood and the screams she sensed through his mind’s eyes and ears excited rather than repulsed her. They only proved his power. She was greedy, she must see-- Her trembling fingers were reckless; they snabbed the last silver clip. The transformation was almost instantaneous.

Suika froze in place when it happened. Such was the intensity of him that surely his face had never had the calm, human appearance she’d witnessed earlier? His slender ears looked as if they’d always pointed out from his soft, dark hair, and surely his lips had always curved in just that sensual, contemptuous way.

More alarming were the dark, sinister-looking tendrils that oozed sinuously all over his skin, over his face, along his belly; Suika would have sworn that those vines were even now sliding between their joined bodies, slithering inside her.

It was beautiful, and terrifying-- too much so. Suika scrabbled shaking fingers about the pillow, trying to catch hold of one of the tiny silver cuffs, to stop the whole thing. Something dark curled about her wrist, and Suika released an “oh!” of fear-

For the youkai’s eyes were still closed but she would have sworn he was looking at her, evaluating her. Suika could read nothing from that face, however, it was devoid of care, of thought, not-staring at her with blank instinct.

There was barely time for her to think I’ve made another dreadful mistake before she was grabbed everywhere at once, arms and legs captured by curling, viney filaments of his dark chi given solid form, and flipped. Looking up at him, at the blank, cruel face with closed eyes, was more horrifying and more thrilling than Suika would have believed possible.

“No!” she began, but it was as if she had no voice the youkai cared to hear. Something curled about her face, stuffed into her open mouth, silencing her cries.

Thus Suika got what she’d wanted, though perhaps not as she’d envisioned it. That the situation had spiraled out of her control was proven by the way his body slammed against and inside hers without care for her muffled cries. And her body, treacherous and greedy as ever, protested the invasion even as it welcomed it. The back of her head was driven deeply into the pillow by his violent thrusts, and Suika wasn’t sure if the moaned noises coming from her throat were for help or for more. She screwed her eyes shut in shame.

Never had she been invaded everywhere at once like that. Whether she wanted it or not, deep in her belly a tight throbbing grew, jolted into existence by the energy, the flesh, the everything that was filling her. Over, and over and over he shoved into her, hissing hot breaths into her cheek, and she couldn’t get a firm enough grip on her own body, let alone her magic, to stop him.

After a few minutes, the throbbing expanded in that unexpected and yet unstoppable way that she’d almost forgotten in her years alone-- and the violence of her climaxes surprised her, one after the other, and oh, would he never stop?

He was far from finished, it seemed. And it hurt. Friction and sweat burned her skin everywhere he touched her, over, and over, and over as he moved. But it was not endless; after what seemed like hours of that relentless and invasive force, his movements became less powerful and controlled and more sharp, and his breaths became more hoarse and ragged.

Suika’s eyes risked opening. His were still closed but his lips were pressed tight in concentration. He forced a few more short, sharp jerks into her body, and with a sharp hah! of expelled breath against her throat he climaxed, also. She would have thought she was numb but she felt it, wet and hot.

Everything holding her relaxed for an instant or two, and Suika’s sense of self-preservation seemed to take over to direct her movements. Her hand twisted and grabbed a silver ear-cuff that had been pressing into the side of her face for… she did not know how long. With thankful accuracy, she clipped it onto his pointed ear--

The reversion was as instantaneous as his transformation had been. One second he’d been a marvelous and yet almost sinister being who’d taken all her power from her. The next he was merely a pretty human once more, face calm, neither pleased nor displeased. A quick shove rolled him off and he collapsed onto the pillow again with a sigh. Only the sweat filmed over his exposed skin, and the seed sticking to her belly and the ache between her thighs, proved he’d been anything other than this mild, sleeping man.

“Thank you,” Suika whispered to nobody she could name, and began digging for the other two earrings.

***

Suika finally shut the door of his room behind her and took a moment to lean against it and breathe. Deep, calming breaths. The man was as subdued as she could make him, fully wrapped in the spell, bereft of all free will and objectionable memory. Suika alone held his memories, now, along with the knowledge of what had just happened. And of the things she’d seen in his mind.

She’d overestimated her own powers yet again. And she’d paid the price. Or reaped the reward, her mind suggested to her. Suika’s hand stole down into her open robe to touch the wetness between her thighs. His. And hers.

Perhaps she had it wrong: perhaps she’d underestimated them. What new horrors did the human priest hold for her?

Suika swiped at her thigh. Anger sparked in her mind and heart, then flared, igniting its way through every vein she had. She’d made mistakes, yes. And she’d doubted herself. But she’d found the mens’ limits and prevailed in the end. And now she had two allies, men wrapped completely in her power, enchanted by her ancient voice; they were her puppets, to do with as she wished. Both of them held a great deal of knowledge about the human priest. And was there some resentment as well?

Suika breathed deeply, one more time, then pushed off from the door. She would have another quick bath, then complete her final task of the night. She pulled a mystical string, then another.

“I need you again, my loves. My good boys,” she whispered to the darkened hallway of her home. “Go to the room of your priest Sanzo.”

“Yes,” came the whispered replies only she could hear.

Suika had a short wash, then went to the room of the pretty blond human. As she’d expected, the other two men were standing inside the door waiting for her.

Suika smiled at Gojyo. When she glanced at Hakkai, however, her smile faltered and her body shuddered involuntarily. She straightened her spine to halt those annoying quivers. “I am in control here,” she whispered.

“Yes,” the two men whispered in return.

“Wait,” she said, and went to prepare her third lover. It only took several minutes to remove his weapons to a safe place and to set the tableau.

Sanzo didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until he awoke-- that was the first indication that something was wrong. The second was the fact that three people were touching him. His arms were drawn back above his head. And he couldn’t move.

“What…?”

A high-pitched noise, something like song, was drifting through the half-lit room. Sanzo looked down towards his feet and saw a naked, red-haired man sitting on his legs. A glance to the side showed him that a lavender-haired she-youkai was sitting beside him, her mouth open and sharp little teeth showing. Her hands were at his shoulders, her fingers slithering just under the edges of his silk shirt, rubbing his neck, his shoulders. His skin thrummed with vibration wherever she touched him. Crazily, he imagined that the touch was doing something to his mind.

His neck craned upwards, and he saw a dark-haired man-- that person was clasping his wrists above his head, and smiling down at him with eerie calm

Sanzo thought he should know these people, all of them. Mental fingers grasped for their names.

Shit, he thought. Why can’t I--? And, Why the hell did they have those dumb-ass looks on their faces? Then, their names tumbled through his mind to his lips. “Gojyo. Hakkai,” his tongue whispered.

Suika saw the anger in his glare. It vitalized her. She felt young, giddy. Powerful. “I allowed you to remember that,” she informed the man.

“What the hell are you doing, you bitch?” Sanzo ground out, and twisted his body, trying to dislodge Gojyo, Hakkai, her teasing fingers-- and not necessarily in that order. None of the irritants budged.

“Such language!” Suika said. She raised her eyebrows at Hakkai. “I took his memories.”

“Yes,” Hakkai said. He tightened his fingers around Sanzo’s wrists to halt his twisting and struggling. “He just has a very ill-tempered personality, with or without his memories.”

“Yeah,” Gojyo agreed.

“Ah.”

Sanzo cleared his throat. “Goku!” he yelled, as loudly as he could. “Hey! Monkey!”

Suika laughed. “I control all sound, here in this room,” she said. “Only we can hear you.”

“Fuck you,” Sanzo said, and rocked his hips again, trying to loose himself from his captors. “What did you do to these idiots?”

“Something like what I’ve done to you, and will finish now,” Suika told the priest with a fond smile, and toyed with his skin. He was very thin and well-muscled but his skin was quite soft.

“I’m going to….” Sanzo began, then couldn’t remember what else he’d planned to say. He searched every memory he had-- why didn’t they fall in line as they should? “I’m going to… Goddammit. Ah-- kill you. That’s it.”

Suika pressed her fingers into the tender skin at the juncture of his shoulder and neck, sliding under the black silk of his half-shirt. “Do you feel that?” she asked, then pressed harder, and let the memories flow, in and out of him. “You don’t like to be touched, do you? Shall I tell you why? No?”

Sanzo was giving her what he hoped was his most frightening death-glare. Too bad he couldn’t remember if it was his best or not; the way Gojyo stared and laughed at him, Sanzo assumed not.

And there was no particular reason he hated to be touched. Was there? He just… didn’t like it. “Die,” he said.

“It doesn’t matter,” Suika told him. The Sanzo priest was a fighter, she would give him that. Even more closed-off than she’d anticipated. That, however, would not be a problem. She would give him-- all of them-- such a glorious demonstration of her power that even their unconscious selves would always remember it, whether she held their conscious memories captive or not. “You will forget that and everything else. All you will remember is how much you love me and want to stay here.”

“That’ll be nice,” Gojyo piped in again. Personally, Gojyo felt great. He was a little confused by why Sanzo was so upset, because Suika was super-cool. And he was also a little confused by the fact that he was the only naked person in the room, but hoped that would change. Oh, look, Hakkai wasn’t wearing pants, he noticed. How funny.

Something came to Sanzo’s lips, and he started to say it; somehow he knew it might help.

“On…Ma…N--”

“No, no, no, no,” Suika said and pressed her fingers harder into that lovely skin. “That you will not do.”

The words left Sanzo, and nothing would retrieve them. “Shit…”

“You were right to stop him,” Hakkai said. The look Sanzo turned up at him was surprised and hurt. Hakkai hoped that Suika would do whatever she’d planned to do to Sanzo soon. He thought it would be a nice change for Sanzo to feel as pleasantly calm and relaxed as he, himself, felt. It would be harmonious. “I think that it might have been quite dangerous to us all.”

“Yes, I learned that from you, love,” Suika said, and leaned over to kiss him. Hakkai thought about how that kiss felt, and wondered how it should feel. It wasn’t bad. He wondered if perhaps he shouldn’t do it more often.

“What the hell are you all doing?” Sanzo cried.

“Here, Love,” Suika said, and Sanzo didn’t know who she was talking to, at first-- were they all ‘Love?’ Certainly he wasn’t. But he began to worry that soon he would be; she’d unclasped his arm covers at the bicep and started to roll them up to his wrists, one after the other. No amount of wrenching his arms about seemed sufficient to free him.

“Stop that--”

“Shush. Gojyo, I need you,” she said.

Gojyo was still busy watching Sanzo’s face and wondering at the different emotions that had crossed it in the last few minutes, thinking how awesome it would look when it wasn’t all dark like that… Thinking it would be nice to see Sanzo happy for once. But Suika needed him, so he glanced up at her.

“Would you like to help me undress him?” she asked.

Gojyo’s happiness knew no bounds. “Yeah. That could be kinda hot.” He slid his fingers up Sanzo’s thighs, towards the zipper of his jeans, reached it, pulled it down, slowly. He could do that forever, he thought, and watch Sanzo’s face while he did it.

“Stop it,” Sanzo said.

“I suppose it could be interesting, at least,” Hakkai said, ignoring Sanzo. “What would you like me to do?”

“Stop it,” Sanzo said, more loudly.

“Just hold him for now, darling.”

“Very well.”

“Stop!” Sanzo felt himself start to panic. He couldn’t move, and Gojyo’s fingers were pressing into his belly, Gojyo was taking his own sweet time and enjoying it way too much, and Sanzo knew that somewhere he had the words to stop this, but he couldn’t find them. And saying ‘stop’ repeatedly wasn’t doing a damned thing.

“I don’t do this,” he said, and hated how plaintive he sounded.

“I know. But you’ll be happy when we’re done,” Suika said. Despite her earlier resolve and anger, at the moment she felt a wave of love for him. Her men were all so different, and no matter the danger, all so worth the trouble.

“I’m not so sure he’ll be happy,” Hakkai said. He didn’t know why he’d thought that all of a sudden; it was just that Sanzo was fighting so hard. Hakkai wondered if he’d fought, and hoped he hadn’t. He felt a sudden trickling of… pity? for Sanzo. He clasped Sanzo’s wrists together through the bunched-up silk, and felt the tendons beneath the skin, how they were all locked up with tension. On impulse, he yanked the wrists out of the way and leaned down to set his lips on Sanzo’s sweaty forehead. “Don’t worry, Sanzo. We’re here with you.”

“That’s….not…helping!” Further words were stolen from Sanzo as Suika started rolling up his shirt, and that guy…. Gojyo? was peeling Sanzo’s jeans down, fingers on the outside of his thighs dragging into his skin, and staring at him…and…that other guy… had his lips on Sanzo’s forehead. Hakkai, that was the bastard’s name, Sanzo thought, then wondered how he knew him.

Suika watched his confusion with an affectionately clinical air. She was testing her ability to take his memory, to slip in and out of the doors of his mind-- doors that she’d opened through confusion and magic and touch. Over and over she would give him thoughts, words, ideas, then take them away instantly, as easily as plucking rice with chopsticks.

She yanked his shirt up under his armpits and splayed her hands on his chest, admiring the way her pale, youthful-looking fingers slid over his muscles, covered in skin as pale and youthful as her own. She pressed the heel of her palms against the protrusions of his ribcage, then slid them down into his more yielding, concave belly, and felt his breaths catch through his skin.

Down, to the blonde hair between his thighs-- he was golden all over. She let one finger trace the flaccid curve of his penis. He had control; she would give him that.

“Who do you love?” she asked him, then let her name slip into his mind.

“S…S….Shit.”

The priest wouldn’t look at her. How she loved him! He would defy her to the very last. But she was safe here, with her protectors. No mistakes this time.

“Who do you love?” she asked again.

Suika…Suika…Sanzo’s mind kept repeating at him, and he sought for something else-- anything else to say.

“What the hell are you staring at?” he managed to bark at the red-haired man, who’d clasped his fingers around Sanzo’s bare ankles and was inching them apart, and who’d kept his oddly intense red gaze fixed on Sanzo’s face.

“You, man,” Gojyo said, and grinned. He was so fucking happy. Sanzo was in for a treat, and he looked incredible, too. “You should just relax. He’s prob’ly never done this, you know.”

The last he’d said to Hakkai, who still had Sanzo’s arms. “No,” Hakkai agreed.

“I know,” Suika said, and slipped her fingers about the underside of her human’s penis, the amazingly soft skin covering his testicles. She leaned down and set her lips on Sanzo’s belly. “And I love you for that.”

“Stop it.”

“You should stop talking, now,” Suika said, and tasted his navel, her fingers and tongue driving out all the memories and words she could find in his mind.

Sanzo blanked. He didn’t know who he was, where he was, where he’d come from. Sight was clear but meaningless without context, gold and red and brown and green and he closed his eyes against it, felt wet heat covering his cock, felt his body jerk upwards, and he couldn’t explain it or stop it. There was sound and sensation enough to fill him, to pour into the blank that was his mind, and he let it.

“That’s it, Sanzo,” Gojyo said. He couldn’t watch Sanzo’s face anymore because Suika was in the way, so he watched her lips tease Sanzo’s cock into action, and thought that it must be amazing for him. Gojyo couldn’t remember his first time but really, he didn’t care; he would live it again through Sanzo. In fact, he was kinda hard, too, but he didn’t care about that, either. They had forever to take care of that.

Hakkai looked down at Sanzo’s pink, shining face, and felt his earlier pity wash away to be replaced by a sort of caring. He couldn’t remember how he’d met Sanzo, or what they’d been through, only that he did care for Sanzo, and it wasn’t so strange after all. He cared for all of them, but especially for Suika, and that just seemed right, somehow. He did still feel pity at the way Sanzo’s eyes were screwed shut and his mouth hung open as he breathed desperately without words. Or was it jealousy? Hakkai didn’t know and didn’t care. Suika would give Sanzo words when she felt it right. Still, he thought, surely the poor man needed some words now? Hakkai could help.

“I’ll talk for you. I’m sure we’ll be happy here,” he told Sanzo’s mouth, felt he warm lips move against his, felt the heated, sharp breaths. He tasted just like Sanzo should: angry, desperate, unsure. “If we had worries we won’t have them anymore, you can feel that, can’t you? And I don’t think we can ask for more than that.”

Hah, said Sanzo’s breath.

Suika pulled her mouth from the end of his erection, licking at the proof of his arousal. “Who do you love?” she asked, and pressed fingers into the soft skin at the juncture of his hip and abdomen.

“S…S…Su….Suika,” Sanzo said. There was only one word, and he must speak it, let that one word say all he was feeling, the pleasure, the fear, the anger.

“Yes.” Suika beamed at all her men, one by one. She was so very powerful-- surely they must all see it.

Her men, however, were busy paying attention to each other. Gojyo was watching Hakkai as he whispered against Sanzo’s face, and Sanzo’s eyes were still closed.

Gojyo felt eyes upon him and looked up at Suika. Hakkai stopped what he was doing and his eyes followed Gojyo’s. “You’re not gonna leave him like that, are you?” Gojyo wanted to know.

“No,” Suika said with a fond smile, satisfied at their devotion. She bent down, slipping her tongue around Sanzo’s erect penis, then slid her mouth further down, all the way to her fingers curled at the base, felt it twitch under her lips, heard his breath come in little hitches.

“Nice,” Gojyo said.

“This shouldn’t take long,” Hakkai added.

It didn’t. After a few more minutes of licking and sucking and rubbing the man’s hips jerked upwards: she tasted the salt of his climax in her mouth. His entire form went limp. Was he asleep? Her magic told her, yes.

“Good boy,” she said, and patted his sticky stomach, which was still heaving slightly.

Gojyo and Hakkai sighed, and she smiled at them, each in turn, once more.

“Oh, I’m not done, yet. Not with any of you. Not for forever,” she said. It was true; she’d only planned to subdue the Sanzo as her final task of the night, but she’d succeeded so spectacularly in the end that now she was filled with boundless, youthful energy.

“What are you gonna do to him next?” Gojyo asked, eager. He released Sanzo’s ankles with a fond pat and rubbed his own belly in near-unconscious imitation of Suika. He had a boner but he wasn’t embarrassed: Hakkai totally had one, too.

“Well, he’s young, but surely he’ll need time to… recover,” Suika said, with a girlish giggle. She knew she was being coy but she didn’t care. They were all hers. “Come here, you poor thing.”

“Again? Awesome,” Gojyo said, moved from the end of the bed to take her arm. He opened her robe and lay her on the bed next to Sanzo’s (totally) limp body. “Are you gonna be all right, Hakkai?”

“I’ll be fine until you’re done, Gojyo,” Hakkai said without irony-- what was irony, anyway? He was still holding onto Sanzo’s wrists. “After all, we’ve got forever to be this happy, right?”

“Oh, before I’m too distracted to do this properly,” Suika said as Gojyo’s hands splayed on her ribs, his knuckles grazing the undersides of her breasts in a very delicious way. “Give me your hand, my love.”

Hakkai complied. Now Suika was touching all of them at once. Her magic was at its strongest. The lamplight flickered as she spoke to them in a sing-song voice.

“As long as I live, if you leave, you must come back to me right away.”

“We will,” Hakkai said, and felt every word.

“Yeah, this is a good town. A good place. And you’re a first-class cook. Right, Sanzo?”

Sanzo didn’t answer, so Gojyo got down to business.

Success, thought Suika. She would never have to be lonely again.

END.

Thank you for reading. If I ever write Gojyo het again, I'm not letting him be all zombified. Comments, concrit, flames, all welcomed most heartily.
 

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