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Fic - Reunion
Title – Reunion
Author – cornerofmadness
Disclaimer – not mine. All rights belong to Kazuya Minekura et al, no profit made, just a little fun
Rating – NC-17. NOT WORKSAFE by any stretch of the imagination.
Pairing – Sanzo/Goku/Gojyo/Hakkai (in various permutations)
Timeline – after Even a Worm’s arc but going AU since I haven’t seen anything past Reload #8, just a take of what the reunion might look like. Definitely spoilers for Reload #8,
Author’s Notes –written for the 10_cliche_fic for the prompt - You want us to...what? - forced/coerced into sex, with optional audience and for kink_bingo for a double bingo challenge for the prompts, flogging and gangbang. And just let me say foursomes are very hard to coordinate.


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Goku sagged down on the blanket that made up his small section of their river side encampment. He had squalled for days about having to truck out into the desert but the youkai village and the young girl he had met there had quickly made him and his friends so uncomfortable then she kissed him and went to die, leaving him one more wound to bleed from. Now all of that had seemed so far away and an even fresher wound appeared. Sanzo was back; Hazel and Gat, too, but Goku didn’t care about that.

Goku had been the first to let his anger spill out, surprising them all, his fists and words hitting Sanzo, each more powerful than the last. Goku wasn’t sure when he had stopped wanting to hold Sanzo and welcome him back properly but at the moment he was too angry for that. When he had flopped down, Hakkai and Gojyo had taken his place, flogging Sanzo with insults, chi and a belt. Goku blinked; when had Gojyo gotten hold of that?

“And you wanted to come back to this?” Hazel sniffed, watching the violent tableau. Gat showed no signs of caring, just watching in his usual stony silence.

The words froze everyone momentarily then Gojyo scowled. “You mess up, you pay. That’s how we work.”

Somewhere in the back of Goku’s mind, he wondered if things would be right after they kicked Sanzo around in their usual way of dealing with one of their group who’d done something stupid. He remembered Gojyo’s absolute fury than even Hakkai couldn’t ease. “We’re not hurting him much,” Goku muttered.

“You don’t have it in you to hurt me, Monkey,” Sanzo scoffed, his face glistening with sweat. Goku saw the fondness hiding in purple eyes.

“So this is your welcome home kiss?” Hazel’s eyes glinted.

“Oh, don’t you wish,” Gojyo grumbled, eyeing the priest. “Is girly boy still trying to get you to screw him, Sanzo?”

“What do you think?” Sanzo shook off Hakkai’s hold. “Everyone done now?”

“No,” Goku said, surprising everyone. He got up and snatched Sanzo’s fan out of the man’s sleeve.

“What do you think you’re doing, Goku?” Sanzo’s voice grated like gravel in Goku’s ear.

“You deserve this.” Goku swatted Sanzo. Everyone’s eyes widened, including Goku’s. He couldn’t believe that he had actually hit Sanzo with the fan reserved for swatting idiots. It was more satisfying than Goku could have imagined. His wrist fell into an easy rhythm as he flogged Sanzo with the fan. Gojyo and Hakkai just stood back and let Goku have at it. Sanzo didn’t flinch, leaving Goku wondering if he was getting something out of this, too; maybe Sanzo felt this was his due. Goku only knew for sure that he was feeling better with each snap of the fan.

“You’re enjoying this, Sanzo,” Hazel accused the monk who curled a lip at him. “You and that dirty…” his eyes narrowed.

“Femmy really wants to see you naked and oiled up,” Gojyo chuckled lowly under his breath.

“As if that monster has what it takes to excite Sanzo.” Hazel turned his nose up.

“Like you’d know,” Goku said, feeling all sorts of things building in him from the fan flogging. This wasn’t how he thought welcoming Sanzo back would go. Goku had thought it would be more private, less angry and far less sexual. He didn’t want anyone to see flogging Sanzo had visibly excited him, especially not with Hazel standing there watching. Goku saw the disapproval in Hazel’s eyes, knew what the man thought of him. Before he knew what he was doing, Goku had his lips against Sanzo’s shoulder, feeling the soft cloth under his flesh. Sanzo smelled like sweat and the lingering scents of the woods he had traveled. Goku expected Sanzo to whip around and take the fan and beat him to death with it for what he had done.

Instead Sanzo looked over his shoulder, capturing Goku in his amethyst gaze before he turned a hot glare on Hazel, holding it long enough to make the other man squirm. Sanzo peeled down his robe and under robe, letting them swag like bunting around his waist. “You hit like an old monk on his deathbed, Goku.”

Goku took the invitation. “I can do better.” He swatted Sanzo’s bared skin harder, more precisely, watching the red linear patterns popping up on the monk’s pale, scarred skin. Knowing that he had everyone’s attention made Goku that much harder. He was pretty sure Gojyo and Hazel were at full mast, too. Goku let the damaged fan fall to the grass. He traced a red welt with the tip of his tongue, hearing a very faint sigh. Goku let his fingers slide under the swag of Sanzo’s clothing, feeling the hard length of him.

Goku brushed his hips against Sanzo’s, feeling odd since he was on display, mostly because of Hazel. He had shared private moments with all the others, not usually all together but Goku was the furthest thing from shy by nature. Sanzo twisted in Goku’s arms, his mouth meeting the young man’s, tasting familiarly bitter, too much like cigarettes. Goku didn’t mind; well, it would be better if Sanzo tasted more like candy or something but this was fine. He just wasn’t used to seeing Sanzo so open. It was shocking. Goku just wished he believed it wasn’t all just to get back at Hazel.

Then Goku thought for a moment abut the terrible hurtful things Hazel had said about him more than once. Let him watch what he couldn’t have. Goku scooped up the fan again, flogging Sanzo a few more times, feeling Sanzo grind against him. Goku broke free briefly to catch Gojyo’s arm, hauling him closer. Hakkai might have been a smarter choice but he was out of easy reach. Goku stood on tip toe and nipped Gojyo’s chin.

“What are you up to monkey?” Gojyo and Sanzo asked in one voice.

“And you say I’m dumb.” Goku chuckled, taking a taste of Gojyo’s larynx.

“Maybe we should call you naughty monkey.” Gojyo palmed Goku’s erection, the soft clothing sending a shiver up Goku’s spine. Feeling Sanzo pulling him closer, Goku melted into the touch.

“Sanzo, how could you do this with that…that…thing?” Hazel sputtered.

“Think I care what you think?” Sanzo rumbled.

“Time for you to go, Femmy,” Gojyo grinned, one of his hands slipping under Goku’s shirt to toy with a nipple.

Goku sighed, unused to so much attention at once. He didn’t notice if Hazel left or not. He didn’t care. Let him see. Goku slithered out from between Gojyo and Sanzo so he could grab Hakkai’s wrist. Goku hauled the taller man closer, pulling him into a fierce embrace. He whispered something that didn’t really fit the situation but Goku felt it needed saying. “Thank you for being one of the few men who can stop me. That makes you so special to me.”

Hakkai’s arms tightened around Goku. “You’re welcome, Goku.”

“All four of you?” Well, Hazel hadn’t left, Goku thought distractedly. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Sounds like a challenge to me,” Gojyo said then gestured to Goku. “And I see you’re up to it, monkey. How about the rest of you?”

“Just be clear you’re not invited in,” Sanzo glared at Hazel. “It’d be a very good idea for you to leave.”

Goku kissed Hakkai gently. He’d never really done that before. Yeah, there’d been occasional touching and stuff and he and Gojyo had messed around. This was as close to true intimacy as he had gotten with Hakkai. It felt a little awkward to Goku as he struggled to think of him not as his teacher but as someone he cared deeply about. Goku knew he was alone in the group, the one who didn’t really hide his feelings behind stone walls but even the intensity sometimes made him feel frightened.

Goku felt calloused hands running up his spine, under his shirt as he kissed Hakkai. Sanzo’s? Gojyo’s? He couldn’t really tell. It didn’t matter. These were the people Goku trusted. If Hazel thought he talked them into anything, he was sadly mistaken.

Finally letting Hakkai go, Goku felt one of them pulling his shirt off. Out of the corner of his eye, the young man saw Sanzo already naked, surprising him. He had thought Sanzo to be the shyest of them where this stuff was concerned. Sanzo’s cock, a deep rose, arced up ever so slightly, looking very inviting. Goku never compared any of his companions, never occurred to him, not even when Gojyo would be bragging on himself. Nude and ready, the kappa’s cock was redder but no less inviting. Kneeling, Goku inhaled Sanzo’s cock then flailed out with his hand, finding Gojyo’s hips. The kappa took a step closer and Goku let go of Sanzo to engulf Gojyo’s cock.

“I get nervous every time he does that.” Gojyo said.

“Gojyo, do you think now is a good time to upset Goku?” Hakkai chided, tossing his tunic to the ground.

“He would bite out of spite, you know,” Sanzo chuffed, ruffling Goku’s hair.

Gojyo just groaned. “Damn, how did he end up with the most talented mouth?”

“Would have thought that was obvious.” Sanzo rolled his eyes.

Hakkai ran his hand through Goku’s hair, a very comforting touch. Goku canted his gaze up at the man, trailing along the thick band of scar tissue. Goku let go of both Gojyo and Sanzo so he could allow Hakkai to tug his pants down. He traded Gojyo off to Hakkai then stretched out on his blanket, holding out a hand to Sanzo.

Sanzo’s weight folded against him, familiar yet thrilling at the same time. He brushed his lips against the monk’s, almost surprised when Sanzo returned the gesture. Sanzo was never much of a kisser. Goku’s fingers danced over the textured highway of scars that made up Sanzo’s back. The blond’s hips glided over Goku’s. Next to him on another blanket, Hakkai was doing the same with Gojyo. There wasn’t much more they could do out here with none of the slippery junk to make it easier but Goku didn’t mind. This was nice.

Sanzo sat back just a bit and Goku rolled out from under him. He and Hakkai traded places. Goku never thought Hakkai and Sanzo would make a match since they were both so bossy but sometimes they did. He didn’t mind being with Gojyo because he sure knew how to have fun. The kappa knew just how to touch.

Gojyo’s long hair veiled Goku’s view of his other partners but he didn’t really care as Gojyo’s hand closed over him, rubbing his cock against the kappa’s. It didn’t take much to bring Goku to the edge and toss him over. That held true for them all. Goku realized, drowsy as he was, that they all had been looking forward to this reunion as much as he.

“Femmy still watching?” Gojyo rasped in Goku’s ear.

“Who cares?” Goku wanted to just stay in the pile for a while but Sanzo was already up and moving to the stream. Goku got up and went to wash off, too. There would be time for closeness later. They were a foursome again and that’s what counted. Things were as close to right in his world as they ever got.