FULL MOON by clueless_psycho


It was a big relief when they finally arrived at yet another small town in the vast desert, after spending the last five nights camping out in the open. They would have a decent meal, big meal at that, and they would be able to sleep under a solid roof, on a soft bed tonight.

As soon as they entered the town, it was clear that there was a festival going on in that little town. The town was decorated with colorful lamps, there was loud music and people filled the streets in beautiful carnival costumes, complete with feathers, beads, decorative stones and all. They danced and they chatted happily, kissing each other’s cheeks, patting shoulders, sharing drinks and cakes.

High up above, in the dark sky, the moon started to show its full face.

Hakkai thought that it was such a pity that they would only sleep the night off because they had to dash off again early morning tomorrow.

Gojyo made loud comments on how beautiful were the ladies and how he did not mind to be up all night to play with them. Goku ordered Hakkai to rush and get into the nearest restaurant because he was really, really hungry. From the sound of it, he could finish the restaurant’s monthly stock in one go.

Sanzo did not say anything. Which could be sum up as : the town was clear of youkai species and it’s safe to stay here tonight.

First thing first : Hakkai pulled up in front of what supposed to be the biggest, if not crowded, restaurant. Goku jumped out right away and ran inside, while the rest of the group, plus Hakuryuu, followed in a more dignified manner. They were seated right away and a really pretty waitress in skimpy beaded dress took their order, which took up three sheets of her little notepad.

While the food was served and attacked by Gojyo and Goku in unison, as always, Hakkai politely asked what was going on.

“Oh, it’s the full moon festival that only happens once in one hundred years,” the waitress answered cheerfully. “I assume, you’ve never been here before?”

“Is there any problem with that?” Sanzo snapped impatiently. Hakkai simply nodded.

“No, but it’s the festival tradition that everybody dance naked at midnight,” the waitress answered, rolling her eyes, smiling broadly, perhaps thinking how lucky she was to be able to see three gorgeous men in front of her naked tonight. “Everybody is invited and is supposed to come.”

Hakkai was shocked.

Gojyo grinned from ear to ear.

Sanzo spat his infamous “Ch”.

Goku innocently asked with full mouth, ”Do we really have to do that?”

“Yes,” the waitress nodded,

“Isn’t that somekind of magical ritual, performed only by … witches?” carefully and slowly Hakkai asked, confirming his fear.

“Yes,” the waitress nodded again.

Hakkai gasped faintly.

“Hei, I have no problem with it,” Gojyo said, then gave the waitress a teasing sidelong glance. “You are all beautiful, and you’re the most beautiful one. Say, what about doing me a lap dance?”

That earned a good smack on his head from Sanzo’s paper fan.

“Hei, if they say we have to do it, then we have to!” Gojyo almost yelled, feeling rather humiliated for being smacked in front of one real beauty. The waitress giggled helplessly. “You know, Sanzo, we must be polite and respect the culture of the place we’re staying at.”

Hakkai sighed.

“Sanzo?” he asked.

“I don’t care if you want to dance naked or you want to kill each other,” Sanzo snapped. “I’m going to sleep.”

Hakkai looked up at the waitress. “What if we don’t want to join?”

“Oh,” the waitress was startled but her eyes glimmered in amusement. “I hate to tell this but you’ll join.”

Of course, they were witches, Hakkai cursed under his breath. We’ll have to join. Or else.

He looked at Sanzo once again, trying to seek … what did he seek? Encouragement? Agreement? A second thought? But Sanzo seemed not to care about it; he devoted his mind to the beer already. Well, Sanzo might not be affected at all by any magical spells, so it did not matter to him. Perhaps. All he wanted was a comfortable bed to sleep in tonight and that was what he was going to get.

Besides, what’s so sordid about being naked and seeing other people naked, let alone his own companions? Under some circumstances, they’d seen each other naked before, when they took bath together or tended each other’s wounds.

The thought of seeing a whole town, and half of it were females, naked still gave Hakkai uneasiness. And the thought of letting the whole town seeing him naked was simply unbearable.

However, it was just for this night, and tomorrow they would leave and would never see these people anymore and after the dance, there was a soft bed, in a warm room to sleep in, and somehow that made up for everything.

“What time we should be there?” Hakkai asked the waitress.

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For some moments, Hakkai and Sanzo debated whether they should get two rooms or four in the inn. Gojyo did not even bother to go to the inn with them, he slipped away right after dinner, most probably getting himself involved with the preparation of tonight’s party. Goku went with him, probably to get some more food, there were lots of buffet tables being laid out along the streets and perhaps in the park also and everybody was welcomed. Sanzo said that two would be enough, he was pretty sure that Gojyo would end up sleeping in a brothel or play house and Goku in the street. Well, he also said that Hakkai might end up sleeping in the park after the dance anyway, so one was actually enough because he was going to be the only one using it. Hakkai argued by saying that they would probably be very tired after the dance, and they’d been sleeping on the road for some nights now, so it would be nice to have a bed when they wanted to, especially because beds were available.

Sanzo snorted and Hakkai scribbled four names on the register book and received four keys. He left two keys at the reception desk for Gojyo and Goku to collect later, gave one to Sanzo and kept one for himself.

Muttering yet another infamous threat of “Don’t wake me up or I’ll kill you”, Sanzo went straight to his room, leaving Hakkai staring at his back, caressing Hakuryuu’s head.

Hakkai took a long, hot bath. Wrapped only in a cotton robe, he sat at the edge of the bed, listening to the music and people’s chatterings, which still sounded pretty loud inside a room. Which was not a surprise because the inn was located right at the main street.

After some time, he must admit that the music and the chattering felt like magical spells, which made him feel good and light and dragged him into a spinning spiral of mixed feelings, and kept him awake, although he was really tired.

He got up and went to the double leafed window, pushing them open to let the cool night air in. The room was on the second floor. He leaned forward a bit to be able to see what was going on under.

“Hi, gorgeous!” four pretty girls waved at him. They were wearing identical short dress in light blue colour, decorated with gleaming beads and stones. Somehow Hakkai was positive that the dresses were not made to cover their fabulous bodies at all. “What are you doing up there? Come down, we’re waiting.”

Hakkai smiled, waving back at them. “I’ll join later,” he mouthed.

“Later?” the girls frowned together. Now Hakkai noticed that not only the girls were wearing identical dresses, they looked identical as well. They were quadruplets. That must be his lucky night.

The girls then broke into laughter, also together.

One of them snapped her fingers and … poof … Hakkai found himself wearing black tight leather pants and vest and boots. He gasped. Not because he experienced a witch power, but because the leather clothes were … disgusting, for his taste. The waistline of the pants hung so low below his navel, and the vest was so small, both of them gave a view of more than a few inches of his skin.

“Ummm, can I get a more proper one?” he asked.

“No, Master,” one of the girls answered, curling a few strands of her shiny blonde hair around her finger. Her big baby blue eyes flickered in fear and pleasure. Hakkai shook his head. “C’mon, Master, if you don’t come down soon, we’re afraid we’ll get too naughty that you have to punish us really bad.”

Hakkai growled, climbed the window and jumped down, followed by Hakuryuu. The girls cooed over Hakuryuu, taking turns rubbing Hakuryuu’s head affectionately with their delicate fingers. Hakuryuu purred happily and let himself being hugged by one of the girls.

“C’mon, lead the way,” Hakkai commanded, patting one girl’s butt.

Together they weaved their way in the crowd, to the park. It was not an easy task, they kept bumping into other people and exchanging kiss on cheeks, accepting drinks and food and before they even reached the intersection, Hakkai already felt like he was floating on the clouds. With four warm and soft bodies pressed rather too closely to his own, thanks to the crowd, Hakkai also felt that his clothes was choking him and he was ready to tear it off anytime, anywhere.

Gojyo doesn’t seem to have the same problem, Hakkai thought when he finally saw his companion. He frowned. Of course, he does not have the same problem, Hakkai cursed under his breath. Somebody dressed Gojyo in a very small patch soft suede that barely covered his genitals, a pair of knee high boots of the same material and lots of eagle feathers were stuck in his hair, making him look like an Indian tribe member. He was dancing on a cleared buffet table, with some girls dressed in beaded bikinis and peacock feathers and nothing else. It was obvious that he had gained the position of the king of the night by way of popularity.

“Hakkai! Oi, Hakkai!” a high pitched but familiar voice overcame the noises, making Hakkai turn his head.

Goku was waving at him. At least he was dressed more properly, although no less weird. He wore white silk blouse which was way too big for him, with ruffles on the front and shiny PVC red pants.

“It’s good that you decided to join,” he beamed at Hakkai. “And Hakuryuu too. The party is fantastic. Have you tried the food?”

Hakkai nodded.

“Where’s Sanzo?” asked Goku, looking around.

“Uh, he’s still sleeping.”

“Oh, it’s okay then,” Goku waved his hand. “He’ll be here later. Let’s go to the park.”

Goku marched his way to their final destination. Hakkai was too lightheaded to think how weird it was for Goku to have no concern on Sanzo at all.

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Sanzo snapped his eyes open, snatched his gun from under the pillow and pointed it to the intruder. The intruder was a middle-aged woman, dressed in all black. She smiled at Sanzo.

“Leave!” Sanzo commanded.

“Not without you,” she said.

Sanzo pulled the trigger. A bullet buzzed off point blank towards the woman, but it hit the door. Before Sanzo blinked his eyes, the woman already leaned over the bed, tilting Sanzo’s chin with a long finger.

Sanzo shifted his face, scowling at the contact. The woman smiled again.

“C’mon, pretty boy,” she said, leaning closer until her face almost touched Sanzo’s. Now Sanzo could see that she was very beautiful, despite of being not so young anymore, Kanzeon Bosatsu could get envious. “It’s not good to just stay inside while we’re partying outside.”

“Do whatever you want, just leave me the hell alone,” Sanzo blurted.

“Can’t,” the woman shook her head. “If I leave even one single person out of the dance, we’ll be doomed.”

“Then, be doomed!” Sanzo cursed.

The woman smiled again. “Sorry, it doesn’t work that way.”

Sanzo’s eyes now glared with anger. But the woman did not budge, did not even let the smile leave her face.

“C’mon, it’s going to be fun, I promise,” she said.

“You can’t make me do what you want,” Sanzo gritted his teeth, his shallow level of tolerance had gone below the warning level.

“Wanna bet, Sanzo Houshi sama?” the woman rolled her eyes teasingly.

“Try me … bitch,” Sanzo snorted.

“It’s witch,” the woman corrected. “Do you prefer leather or silk, then?” she asked, tapping her finger on top of Sanzo’s nose before he could shift his face further.

In the blink of an eye, Sanzo found himself in the street. Thank gods, he was still wearing his leather underwear and jeans pants, but barefooted. The woman’s hand gripped his wrist so tightly, he did not see anyway of escaping.

“You don’t have to be so stern,” he snorted.

The woman winked.

“Can’t. Naughty boy has to be kept in a tight leash,” she answered, dragging Sanzo behind her.

It seemed the woman was the head of the witches community, because people addressed her respectfully, although with the same intimacy of kissing cheeks. Sanzo scowled all the way, hating it already that he had to surrender to the woman’s magical power.

His scowl deepened the closer they got to the park. The place was crowded, it was a wonder they could still pass through. Men, women and children blended together, dancing to the music. Some people already tore some of their clothes off.

He gasped when he saw Hakkai, in leather, wrapped in four girls; Hakuryuu hovered above them, flapping his wings and kyuuing happily. He was in the middle of performing a vertical fucking with one of the girl, their bodies pressed hard; Hakkai’s hand tugged on the hem of the girls dress, the girl’s hand inside his vest; the other girls’ hands roaming Hakkai’s body deliberately. He slowly peeled the dress up, passed the full hips, passed the narrow waist, passed the busts; the girl raised her arms while another set of hands unbuttoned Hakkai’s vest as slowly. After a long, suffering moment, Hakkai finally pulled the dress off the girl’s head and tossed it away; at the same time receiving an affectionate kiss from the fortunate girl.

Sanzo inhaled deeply. I’m going insane, he thought, looking away as Hakkai started with the second girl.

Wrong choice, because his eyes caught on Gojyo, who was in the same situation with Hakkai, but less clothes. If you could call that patch of suede and eagle feathers clothes.

“Sanzo! Sanzo!” Sanzo heard Goku yell at the top of his lungs. He was still properly dressed, but his shirt was torn pretty badly. He was playing tug-o-war with some other teenagers in attempt to get rid of the clothes in the most violent way. “You made it here!”

Stupid, Sanzo cursed under his breath.

“Looks like your friends already have some fun,” the woman commented.

“They’re not my friends,” Sanzo snapped.

“Now, would you like to do it yourself, willingly, or do I have to do some other tricks?” the woman teased. “Believe me, neither your sutra or your Kanzeon can help you here.”

“Just drop dead and go to hell,” Sanzo grunted.

Still dragging Sanzo, the woman climbed up a small stage. The music stopped, people stopped dancing, children stopped playing and everybody turned their eyes to her.

Convinced that all attention was not on her, she spoke up, ”Thankyou for your participation in the event. I wish you luck, well and safe for the next one hundred years.”

Everybody clapped their hands in unison, and kissed each other for good luck. Sanzo found his cheek being kissed by the woman.

“Good luck,” the woman smiled.

“Ch,” Sanzo snorted, but managed to force his lips to land briefly on the woman’s cheek.

The music started again, with faster beat now, and people started dancing again. Sanzo got himself hugged by the woman, and forcely moved to the music. The woman turned him around, tossed him, pulled him back in a swing style.

Slowly, Sanzo was carried away by the atmosphere. He did not scowl anymore. Especially after gulping a couple cans of beer down his throat. He felt lightheaded, he felt happy, he felt like laughing and he definitely felt like dancing non-stop. He did not struggle much when the woman pulled his armwarmers one by one, then peeled the tight leather shirt above his head. He felt like flying when the woman threw him to the crowd to finish the job. In the process, he saw one of bikini girls ripped Gojyo’s suede thong off, and one of the quadruplets pulled Hakkai’s pants down in one swift, practiced movement, and, godsinheaven, Hakkai did not wear anything under it.

He did not see Goku, and he did not care.

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Kougaiji walked slowly along the pavement, looking around cautiously. He heard music in the distance, and the street looked like there was a party going on here just now. But nobody’s around.

He also felt something heavy in the air. Some magical power, a strong magical power. Having a stepmother who marveled in magic, Kougaiji knew such power when he felt one. Not that he feared, he just felt uneasy.

“Kou, I think we’d better go on and find another town to rest,” Dokugakuji suggested.

“No, the next town could be hundreds of kilometers from here,” Kougaiji answered, without stopping. “They’re just having a party, or a festival, and surely there is a room here.”

Dokugakuji sighed and shrugged, but obediently followed Kougaiji forward.

Then the sight struck them dead. Kougaiji gasped. Dokugakuji gasped.

There, in front of their very eyes, in a park, people were dancing naked. Although they did not do anything vulgar or sexual other than dancing in a thousand different styles, the sight of so many people nude and dancing together, men, women, old, young, children, was still too much too handle for them.

And, Kougaiji gasped again : is that Sanzo?

“Kou, you know, if you want to snatch the sutra, now is the time,” again, Dokugakuji suggested again, apparently he saw it as well.

“No, I won’t do something low like that,” Kougaiji gritted his teeth. Thank gods, they didn’t bring Yaone or Lirin, although Kougaiji suspected Lirin would not mind a bit. He turned his heel. “Let’s go.”

“Not so fast, gorgeous!” a beautiful middle-aged woman, correction a beautiful middle-aged woman, suddenly appeared before their eyes. “The rule here, whoever gets here during the event has to participate.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Kougaiji shook his head so heard, not to emphasize his words, but to get rid of the image of a naked Sanzo in his head. “I’m not interested.”

“Wanna bet?” the woman smiled. Kougaiji wished Gyokumen would never see this woman, or she would die of envy. Come to think about it …

“Try me,” he said.

“Naughty boy,” the woman rolled her eyes and patted Kougaiji’s head fondly.

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Sanzo opened his head slowly, his head heavy and he was sure that he’d been drunk very badly. He scowled, finding himself laying in the park, with half of the townspeople, all as naked as he was. Thank gods, Kanzeon paid for the inn rooms, otherwise, he would kill the entire town for making him wasting money.

Especially that woman.

And that woman was handing him a piece of cloth to cover himself with now.

“You’re a pretty good dancer,” she teased, puffing cigarette smokes to cold morning air.

“Was that supposed to be a joke?” Sanzo snapped, putting the cotton yukata on.

“No,” the woman puffed again.

“Got anymore of that?” Sanzo asked, referring to the cigarette.

The woman simply handed him her cigarette. Sanzo took a deep drag, feeling lipstick and perfume on the small stick. Puffing out, he handed the cigarette back to the woman.

“I guess I must thank you for your participation,” she said.

“Don’t bother,” Sanzo got up, looking around. He was positive he saw Kougaiji last night, and Dokugakuji. If he saw them here now, he would kill them on the spot.

He walked away. He found Hakkai, comfortably nestled on the quadruplets’ bodies. Sanzo slapped his face hard to wake him up. Hakkai groaned and snapped his eyes open, a horror look glazed his green orbs.

“Sanzo, what happened?” he gasped, looking around.

“Just pray they don’t get pregnant, or else I have to cross your name from the tour list and you’ll have to convert your religion,” Sanzo said, walking further.

He had to move more than a couple of naked bodies before finding Gjyo underneath, grinning smugly. He kicked Gojyo’s ribs and yanked his crimson hair so hard, and Gojyo cursed even as his eyes were still closed.

“Come on, slut, party’s over!” Sanzo spat.

At least Goku was dressed already in his stupid PVC pants when Sanzo found him. He looked at Sanzo in a spaced out expression.

“What’s up?” Sanzo snapped.

“I’m hungry,” Goku mumbled.

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