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It's officially Monday now! You can't stop me!

These are part of the growing cluster of clone-smut fics getting written lately. andmydog got me going and permetaform established most of the rules I'm working from. I'm pretty sure hibem is to blame for all of it originally, unless I am, which would just make it worse. In any case, all the other works are much better. I just couldn't escape the dare.

#1 - 8/3/05 day
Words: 515
Rating: R
Note: Stealz0rs something from louiselux, while I was at it, but she was clever and I'm just goofy.

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It took him a while to find out about it. Not through their particular cleverness, just his gradual inability to ignore the sounds always coming from the next room over.

Sanzo knew they'd taken that youkai sorcerer's spellbook, back when they'd found it. And he knew, more or less, that Hakkai had enthusiastically devoted himself to studying it, because that was just what Hakkai did when someone held a book out to him. The monk just hadn't expected that Hakkai would actually perform the spells he'd mastered.

Every night.

In bed.

With Gojyo.

Gojyo and Gojyo.

The clone was always gone by morning, so Sanzo never saw it. Good. He didn't want to. One kappa was ugly enough to look at. But he heard the damn thing at night, loud and unrestrained and in chorus, while its summoners did all manner of hell to it, because it didn't matter, did it, if it could walk afterwards, or very much breathe.

And they experimented, of course. Sometimes Hakkai managed to project himself, if just for a little while, transient and insubstantial. And Sanzo could hear it gasp and plead, thudding against the headboard as its twin pounded into it, for surely Hakkai understood his own limits. And sometimes it was a girl's voice in there, dark and sultry, chocolate cream, with Gojyo's laugh and Gojyo's scream when it came. (Far too often, Sanzo thought.)

Apparently once they'd tried constructing the demon prince, but if the scratches they wore at breakfast the next morning said anything, it hadn't worked too well.

But this, though.

He thought he recognized the voice, but he'd swear he didn't know it. No voice he knew like that made those kind of noises. It turned his stomach and he couldn't even say why.

The wrong resonance. The wrong key. It was like...

On the evening that Sanzo made the decision to investigate, he hardly needed an alibi. The construct was making so much noise he would have had to go get the sick trio to shut up anyway, before the staff threw them out for the racket.

The lamps were off, so the stripe of light stretched from the hallway and the broken door was the only thing to illuminate them. It wasn't a clear view, but it lit up the bed enough. It let him see what was on it.

Gojyo was holding the ki construct by its wrists over its head, forcing it into his lap. Hakkai was on the other side, pushing its legs up, and he'd frozen midthrust at the burst of the door opening. Flushed and paralyzed and all hint of a smile washed off his face.

The only thing really surprising to Sanzo was the face in the middle. Namely the one with half-breed's seed on its face and a color to its skin that the priest had never, ever seen when he looked in the mirror.

"Er, Sanzo," Hakkai ruined the silence with, "we can explain..."

"No. No, you can't."

What he wanted to know was just where they'd gotten his other set of leather.

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#2 - 8/8/05 day
Words: even 1000
Rating: NC-17
Note: ARGH CANNOT DO 85.

Gojyo looked up at it with his mouth open. He shifted in his chair a little.

"I thought you said you couldn't copy yourself," he mumbled at Hakkai.

The healer beamed. "Not entirely, no. But I was able to improvise."

Gojyo kept staring at it. It stared back.

They'd given it a shirt for the sake of things, since even with creativity Hakkai hadn't been able to eliminate the scar across the thing's stomach, and Hakkai as much hated the look of it on this thing as himself. Even still, that was about the only thing the shirt sought to cover. The thing made no issue about the rest of it.

Actually, it made no issue of anything, even when Gojyo tried stroking its thigh just to see what it would do. It had responded readily, squirmed as appropriate, but said nothing.

"It would be better to think of it as a doll," the real Hakkai explained gently, seeing Gojyo still ill at ease. "All nerves and reaction centers should still be in place. Try licking its feet."

"You like it with your feet?"

"You didn't know?"

He did now, at least. Figured that out very quickly, hearing the moans up overhead after just a few strokes of his tongue. Sucking its toes had the doll jerk and wiggle so violently it lost all balance, and wound up with its summoner's arms curled around its waist.

Now there was a sight, Gojyo thought, looking up. With their heads close together like that, pressed temple to cheek. Like a pair of amorous brothers.

Gojyo didn't mention the irony. He was sure Hakkai knew. And quite possibly was enjoying it all the more because of that, if the kisses he dotted down along its throat meant anything.

"What do you say," Hakkai murmured, mouth brushing the doll's jaw. Voice low and thick and not a Hakkai voice at all. "Want to watch me jerk him off?"

Hakkai saying words like that was more of a tingle through Gojyo's spine than even watching the healer's hands slide down. Gojyo shivered happily.

"Hey, whatever you want." Grin. "I'm cool."

He didn't see much of the man's smile, hidden by his creature's shoulder. But the hands continued on their path.

Slow, steady stroke, fingers teasing the foreskin while the doll gasped and threw its head back. Exposed the lines of an all-too-familiar neck to an all-too-familiar tongue and set of lips and teeth, and god how Gojyo had never seen at a distance what Hakkai looked like, face flushing from the heat between his legs, red marks blossoming on his slender throat. Hands worked faster and the kappa saw the magicked-up creature bite its lip and close its eyes. Tighter. Clenched. Unclenching. The sigh, trembling exhale falling into a cry...

"Do you want to taste him?"

Gojyo did. And it was something new and almost undefinable, letting his tongue travel up from ankle to knee to hip as he watched his lover suspended and held by his own hands. Clutching at his own arms while his own fingers curled around him and pumped. Stranger still to take in that familiar heady steel, tongue and lips and the squeeze of his throat as it wet and slid in his mouth, and have two sets of hands knotting fists in his hair.

When the salt hit the back of his mouth, it was to two separate, same cries.

Withdrawing to spit, Gojyo glanced up curiously at the healer. Two healers. Presently not so much one leaning on the other as both leaning against each other to stay upright. But not even so much as a damp spot on the front of Hakkai's pants.

"Ah, it--" Hakkai breathed. "It's-- a bit of a stronger link than I thought."

"Can you even do that?"

Embarrassed. "It'd seem so."

The doll's hands were still on Gojyo's shoulders. Now it hooked on his shirt and drew him up, wordlessly, not a sound, for a kiss. Hakkai leaned over the clone's shoulder for his share as well. Two sets of lips, the same exact kiss, the same movement of the tongue curling with his.

"'Link'?"

Hakkai smiled.

Not-Hakkai tightened hands on the kappa's shoulders and pushed.

It wasn't until he hit the chair that Gojyo started to yelp, and he didn't manage to finish. The chair tipped and scraped and fell and took him with it.

He sort of landed on the bed, though not really. Perhaps halfway. Between the doll and its summoner, however, Gojyo was hauled up onto the mattress. With one of them to either side, the kappa in the middle, held down every time he tried to climb up.

"What the hell are you--"

Hakkai was still smiling. And unfastening his overshirt. While the fingers that were not his fingers started to work on the buttons of Gojyo's jeans.

"I thought you said this thing was a puppet!" Gojyo cried, failing to wrestle out of the thing's grip.

"Yes," Hakkai agreed readily. "It takes orders very well."

Hakkai's fingers up inside him. Not Hakkai's. Still Hakkai's. Smooth and slender and hot and "Aah..!"

"You're far prettier to watch when I don't have to concentrate so," Hakkai noted pleasantly.

His fingers wrapped around him. His fingers inside him. His lips on his mouth. His lips at the back of his neck. Hot heat thrusting into him the same time he felt it rubbed against his own. Same breath, same scent, same moans and murmured names.

Trapping him between them. Not letting him go.

Till the breath caught in his throat, and the world blanked out.

And even after that, lay to either side of him, before and behind, arms wrapped over and around him and holding him close.

"...Hakkai?"

"Yes?" both chorused.

"When, um. Does it go away?"

"Why," said the real Hakkai. "Don't you think he'd be good to have around, to share tasks with? Meals, laundry, driving and navigating--"

"Fucking."

"Well, of course."

"You've always been a man of priorities, Hakkai..."

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