Bad Company

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Summary: Constantly on high alert, Genjo Sanzo, the egotistic president of Kinzan Publishing Co., had always derided the threats made on his life. Like hell he cared about that. Putting Son Goku, his ever-optimistic, ever-dogging assistant, in said harm's way, however, caused the pompous man to seek and spill blood for the first time in his solitary life.

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A/N: So like, here we are, in the midst of quarantine season, where everyone's huddled in their houses. Might as well write fanfics, right.

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The walls of the apartment seemed to vibrate all around as sounds of sheer delight and contentment filled the air—along with the banging of the bed against the wall.

"San—zo—ah!"

The tell-tale guttural grunts and groans from above the keening, younger man turned into a series of labored gasps as flesh slapping against flesh snapped repeatedly against the taller man's ears. He bit his lip as he kept his eyes closed, hissing at each ardent thrust against the too willing hole as Goku parted his legs wider, reaching down to where he also parted his cheeks to accommodate more of Sanzo's girth as their bodies grew hotter with each passing plunge—

Sanzo lowered himself on Goku and bit the smaller man's left ear, nibbling it, sucking on it as he pounded repeatedly inside him, feeling the beginnings of their impending climax as Goku's whines grew louder, clawing his fingers down Sanzo's back, urging him to go fucking deeper—

Sanzo clenched his teeth, clutching onto the pillow under Goku's head as he pummeled into him one last time before he voiced out a drawn-out, gravelly moan that sent Goku's insides reeling at the sound, throwing his head back in ecstasy as Sanzo filled him up with warmth—

Goku emitted a breathy laugh upon feeling himself get filled, his lips and tongue now dry from having his mouth open for so long—and Sanzo draped himself on the now quivering man, peppering Goku's neck and jaw with open-mouthed kisses and occasional, light sucks on the damp skin. He sunk his teeth there, on the crevice of Goku's neck, making the brunet moan and drool and pant as Sanzo lazily gyrated and emptied the last of himself inside him.

They laid there, basking in the aftermath, their hands clasped, their gaping mouths clicking and their wet tongues sliding and sucking against one another, nibbling each other's swollen lips as their hands roamed freely on heated skin, clawing and grasping onto lean and plump flesh. A string of spit dribbled down Goku's jaw and Sanzo flattened his tongue and languidly licked it away, returning to his assault on the brunet's tongue, bobbing his head as he engulfed and nibbled on the appendage once more, the two of them now heaving for much-needed air—

The loud ringing of the doorbell halted all movement in the bedroom, and Sanzo's eyes snapped open, glancing at Goku questioningly, all traces of pleasure now gone as the blond growled and gave Goku's tongue one last, deep slurp before pulling away to lick his own lips, cursing whoever it was that disturbed their much needed alone time—

Sanzo rolled off the bed, shaking away the sudden cold against his skin as he draped his discarded, white button-down on his shoulders and took his rumpled slacks by the foot of the bed, chucking each leg in it as he cursed the heavens and left the bedroom door open, leaving Goku laughing on the bed, his arms and legs splayed on the mattress.

The brunet closed his eyes, smiling as he listened to Sanzo fumbling around the room, getting his gun from the dresser and buttoning up his slacks in the process as he made his way to the front door, listening to muffled voices from the entryway. Goku took a peek at the bedside clock—4pm. Not bad.

They lasted four hours this time.

Goku crept his hand to his bottom, poking a finger inside him, and panted as he felt Sanzo's come drenching his insides and his finger. He grinned, pushing the finger inside him further as he heard the sound of the front door opening. Hearing Sanzo's gruff voice from afar sent Goku arching his back, moaning out the blond's name as he fingered himself, drawing breathy laughs as the come spilled out of him and onto his skin and the damp mattress. He pulled his finger out as he heard Sanzo now talking to someone in the living room, and he sucked on his come-soaked finger, bobbing his head as though it were Sanzo's cock he was sucking dry—and he exhaled sharply, filling up his senses with Sanzo's scent lingering heavy on the air, and he inadvertently let out a moan that he was sure to be heard all the way to the living room, where, sure enough, the talking momentarily stopped, only for it to resume with Sanzo's blatant cursing as the other person in the living room—Zakuro, judging from the obnoxious laugh—yelled for Goku to continue.

Goku giggled, and shoved his other hand inside him as he sucked on his three fingers, letting out more drawn-out moans, uncaring for everything anymore as Sanzo yelled his curses, although Goku ignored them all in favor of keening and mewling on the bed like a cat in heat—

Goku was unaware when the muffled talking had stopped. All he knew was by the time he opened his eyes, Sanzo was leaning on the doorway, his arms crossed and looking none too pleased—though the upwards curl of his lip told Goku otherwise.

"Had enough fun?"

Goku bit the inside of his cheek and nodded, his answer now forming into a yawn as he stretched his arms overhead, taking pleasure as he knew that those violet eyes were devouring his every move. "Had enough of your fill?" he quipped, grinning at how Sanzo looked close to pouncing on him once more, and the thought alone made his hole twitch—

"Hn. Not yet, but that can wait."

"Eh?"

A thick folder marked with sticky notes was thrown to Goku's face, and Sanzo shrugged. "Zakuro's new novel. He wants you to proofread it. As always."

Goku spluttered the folder from his face, sitting up, peeved and pouted, "But he's not due until next week!"

Sanzo shrugged, and idly stared at the invisible dirt on his fingernails, "Well, it seems that he's full of ideas lately. Might as well check it out now before his muse flies away."

Goku pursed his lips and sighed, and looked the manuscript over.

Minutes later, the brunet began poring over page to page, brows furrowed deep into the novel, and Sanzo smiled to himself, sighing as he plopped back in the bed beside Goku, listening to the quiet shuffle of papers every now and then. With the warmth of their coupling dissipating as the minutes passed, Sanzo opted to drape his arm around the brunet's waist, and slept.

It had been three years since the attack on Kinzan, and so much had already changed.

Goku smiled as he flipped another page, noting the way that Zakuro wrote now had a touch of positivity, unlike before. Zakuro, aside from being a top writer in Kinzan in the psychology department, was now the head of his own publishing house. Having taken over and liquidated everything that had anything to do with Houtou House, he rebuilt it from scratch with the help of Sanzo, and Zakuro had made the company his own. Mind's Eye Publishing House's specialty was psychology, the whodunits, and matters of the mind—areas that Zakuro had written in before. Although now, the eccentric man didn't have to resort to killing for his life anymore. During his time in Kinzan for a year, he had observed the way that Sanzo managed his employees. The stoic blond might have been crude at worst and indifferent at best, but he ruled over them with equality—he sometimes even spoiled them, too, when a percentage of sales have been reached or have exceeded.

Zakuro had even applied the 'gentry and general' policy, too, in case something like the Houtou case should arise again.

Goku wiped a tear from his eye and sniffled, a sound that made Sanzo open his eyes.

"A character died?"

Goku scrunched his nose and grinned, "Nah. 'm just glad Zakuro got to turn his life around and not, you know, die. Good thing he made a pseudonym for his novels, too. 'Kaika'. 'ts good."

Sanzo snorted, "'To reform', huh. Fits him well."

Goku grinned, "Uh huh! Say, Sanzo. Want to visit… him? It's that time of the month again."

The blond frowned at the suggestion, and sighed through his nose, "You need to turn him into a punching bag again?"

Goku laughed, and placed the manuscript aside, cuddling the pale man immediately, "No, silly. I want to rub it in his face that all that he did was for nothing."

Sanzo searched for a trace of a lie on Goku's face, and found none. He glanced at the brunet's thigh, and his eyebrows furrowed.

The etched names on Goku's skin never fully healed even after Hakkai had applied treatment on it—Goku didn't allow his body to heal those wounds, anyway. He refused to, had said that the names of the murdered victims from Houtou would die with him when his time came—a thought that made Sanzo irritable for reasons unknown to him—

"I'll be fine, Sanzo," Goku muttered, caressing his face with a smile. "You're with me, after all." Sanzo snorted, and buried his face further in Goku's hand. "'sides, I know you want to tell him what changes happened to his precious company this year."

At this, Sanzo hummed, grinning at the prospect of shoving what he had done to Ni Jien Yi's work all over the scumbag's face. It had been three, arduous, pain-in-the-ass years in the making—through lawyers, connections, money, witnesses, the families of the victims—all the while having to deal with Goku recuperating in the hospital. And that had been in the first three weeks after the attack on Houtou House alone.

Sanzo had never been the same after that—he had become more guarded than ever, jumpier, grumpier, angrier at anything and anyone who had dared try to disturb him from his short-lived peace that not even his smokes could alleviate.

It hadn't been until the fourth week of Goku's stay in the hospital that Sanzo almost cracked. In the wee hours of the morning, Goku had opened his eyes for the first time and had croaked for a glass of water that Sanzo had been too jittery to comply to.

Sanzo had felt a wave of relief that day, and never did he let Goku out of his sight after he had been released from the hospital for about a month.

It had changed him permanently—the blond didn't want his assistant gone from his sight for more than ten minutes or else he'd go ballistic on anyone. The whole of Kinzan had noticed that, too, and had steered clear of their boss even more than usual whenever it happened. And during the ten minutes that Goku had been away, it had been usually because of him ordering food in the cafeteria—and when Sanzo had found out about it, he had made sure that whatever food that Goku ordered, it'd be delivered directly to his office so Goku wouldn't have to leave.

Goku had found that cute at first, but it soon grew to annoy him and had to talk to Sanzo for an entire day about giving him his freedom back—

"I won't die. I refuse to die. Not this time, Sanzo—you're with me, right?"

Sanzo gave Goku a slow blink, and buried the events of the past three years back in the recesses of his mind and willed himself to calm down without rousing Goku's suspicion—

"Don't fret. I won't lose myself this time."

—but he knew that Goku could read him well.

So they got ready, dragged Gojyo and Homura with them, and dropped a visit to Houtou House's former shadow president—Ni Jien Yi. Real name—

"Ukoku."

The former president of Houtou looked up from his padded cell with one good eye, and grinned lopsidedly at the five men and one woman standing outside the padded door, looking at him through the large, thick window pane. "Why, hello there, fellas."

Outside the cell, Goku growled, while Sanzo wanted to spit on the floor.

"Could you open the door for us, Kanan?" Sanzo asked. And the long-haired woman in braids, Kanan—Hakkai's older, twin sister—gave Sanzo an apprehensive nod.

"Well, I could, but your safety is my priority—"

"Safety-schitty. That turdball's ain't gonna hurt us," Gojyo leaned on the wall and leered at her in an attempt to somehow woo her despite Hakkai glaring straight at him from behind.

Kanan laughed off Gojyo's attempt, however, and gave him a polite smile, "Well, I know he can't hurt you, but my brother can. Tee hee."

The redhead gave a wary glance behind him, to where Hakkai looked straight into Gojyo's fearful eyes, "A'ight, a'ight, I won't make a move on her—ow! My hair—!"

Hakkai harrumphed, and looked away from the bodyguard.

Kanan giggled, and slid the card key in the lock, "Only two people are allowed to go near him, the rest can stay far from him." The men nodded, and then—"Oh. And no weapons, please."

Homura, Sanzo, and Gojyo clicked their tongues in mild annoyance as they dumped their guns and knives on the tray that Kanan carried with a smile.

Under his breath, Gojyo leaned to Homura's ear, "I swear she's much more brutal than Hakkai—"

"Hm," Hakkai leaned to the readhead all of a sudden, smiling a tad too widely, "you said something?" The bodyguard forced a grin, shaking his head and saying nothing as Hakkai gave him a tightlipped smile. "I thought as much. Holler if you need anything, Sanzo, Goku! We'll be outside monitoring you!"

The four men nodded and entered the padded room—nothing but stark white, Sanzo mused—and looked ahead, to where a hardly recognizable Ukoku sat huddled in one corner decked in a white straightjacket, grinning at them with a split upper lip, and welcoming them with a laugh.

Goku's eye twitched as he made a sound of disgust at the sight of the nauseating leer, and almost stepped forward when Sanzo laid his arm in front of him. Violet met gold, and Goku nodded, letting Sanzo talk to the man instead.

The brunet stood in the middle as Sanzo approached Ukoku with a frown, chucking his hands in his pockets as he looked down on him and his mangled face, humming at the chewed-off nose and the multitude of scratches that Goku had done on the man's face, jaw, and neck. The wounds healed badly—just as what you would expect from Goku's wrath. "You still alive?"

Ukoku licked his exposed upper teeth and squinted at the blond, and Sanzo wasn't sure if it was because the man no longer had his glasses or because he no longer had another eye. Goku had permanently impaired Ukoku's vision, according to Hakkai.

Either way, Ukoku's mug pissed him off.

"Dead, as you can see," Ukoku smirked, shrugging through his tight restraints. "I can't even have a decent meal outside of this room because those big, scary guards keep looking at me," he groaned out, making a vain attempt of trying to coax any reaction other than revulsion from the blond looming over him. "Ah, Mr. Sanzo, don't look at me like that, I'm scared—"

The outright and sorry attempt of trying to mimic a woman's voice grated on Sanzo's ears, and he kicked the wall behind the man. "Shut the fuck up, creeper."

From the doorway, Gojyo failed to suppress a shiver as he bit on an unlit cigarette. Beside him, Homura shrugged and smiled.

Sanzo glowered at man who looked as though he had a permanent smirk from the badly done surgery done on his face. Ni Jien Yi's split upper lip didn't help, too, as three of his teeth were exposed, and he had to constantly have his mouth slightly open to breath air, as he no longer had a nose to breathe with. Sanzo told the man about what had happened to Houtou and Godworks after their fall—the demolition of both companies was the first thing that Sanzo had done to both publishing houses, earning the sudden silence and frown from the restrained man on the floor.

Houtou became Mind's Eye presided by Zakuro, and Godworks became Mountain Fortress, headed by one of Sanzo's closest colleagues in the field of Buddhist literature—Sharak, and her vice president, Hassan.

"…that's the first time I've heard of it," Ukoku hissed out, his words now sounding forced due to the need to breathe and speak at the same time.

Sanzo snorted, and raised an eyebrow, grinning, "Well, I didn't do it. More like, the hag did it. Bombing it all down, I mean. But nevertheless, I had the whole thing pulverized to a pulp. None of your work survived. I had them. All. Burned."

Ukoku glared at the man, his face lowered to the floor, and said nothing.

Sanzo continued, "All that hard work—scrapped. All those books—recalled. Recycled. Just as they should be. Oh, and the people who have previously bought your books? Let's just say… they have been taken care of." He huffed, and answered Ukoku's one-eyed glare with a glare of his own. "Oh, and no, we didn't kill them, if that's what you're thinking. I'm not like you. Huh. What was it again, your tagline?" He snapped his fingers, looked away with a simper, and laughed, his grin widening, his teeth gleaming as he looked at Ukoku's immobile state. "Oh, right. 'Create a world from nothing', was it?"

Ukoku said nothing, but Sanzo could see the man struggling to free from his straightjacket, and Sanzo wouldn't have any of that. The blond had been visiting Ukoku for the past three years, waiting for a confession of sorts to the people have had killed—directly or indirectly—over the years. So far, he had confessed nothing. Shien and Zenon have come up with witnesses and former employees from Houtou, and the result had always been the same. He had always pleaded, 'not guilty' or 'incapacitated due to insanity'.

A plea for insanity was a plea that really didn't sit well with Sanzo, especially after everything that happened to Goku.

Ukoku craned his neck upwards, exposing more of the long and deep scratches there. Goku's fingers twitched.

"Say, Genjo."

Sanzo bristled in ire, and balled his fists in his pocket, and inwardly cursed for not having his gun on him, not liking the way this lump-of-flesh of a man addressed him so personally—

"Have you ever felt so… alive after you died?"

Sanzo took a step back, "What—"

Ukoku leaned back, grinning through his mangled lips, "Someday, there will rise another company to take you up again. Surely, someday—they'll take you up on your offer—" He gave Sanzo a toothy grin, the skin of his face stretching in odd ways from the stitches.

"—of letting your darkness be your light."

Ukoku's shoulders quaked, a rumble of a laughter bubbled, and erupted into full-blown hysterics as he manically looked at the people in the room. His remaining eye bulged, and looked red, and a lone tear fell along with his manic laughter booming from the padded walls, alerting Hakkai and Kanan outside the cell—"Look at what you've become! Can you truly say you're holding nothing? You—who holds everything dearly? Gyahaha! Ahaha! Koumyou would be sooo proud! I'm not the only one who killed!"

The manic man leaned forward, screaming at Sanzo through tears and spit, "I'll see you in the world of nothingness!"

Goku reached for Sanzo's shoulder, pulled him back, just as Ukoku cackled through tears, his shoulders heaving as he rocked between cries and laughs—and opened his mouth wide—

The cell door opened and in came the twins rushing to Ukoku as the man bit his tongue, shaking his head violently in an attempt to sever it from himself, wailing and screaming when they touched him—

Homura and Gojyo shielded Sanzo as Goku pulled the blond away from the hysterical man—

"Sanzo, everyone, step away, please—" Hakkai begged as he and Kanan shoved a towel in Ukoku's man in an attempt to stop the bleeding—"Kanan, call the nurses—"

Sanzo paled. It was as though life itself wanted to swallow him whole. This wasn't what he wanted from this visit. What he had wanted was a confession—a way to give justice for the names written on Goku's body—

He didn't want Ukoku to be insane. He wanted him to confess—

"Sanzo, it's okay—I'm here."

The blond was shoved out of his reverie by a firm hand on his shoulder, and saw Goku looking at him with stern, golden eyes.

"I'm here."

Sanzo stilled, his purple eyes widening at the controlled look on his assistant's face—he swallowed the lump in his throat, and looked at the mangled mess of a man on the floor, still struggling to get away from Hakkai—

Ukoku managed to nudge Hakkai away from him and he ended up falling to the floor, his chin hitting the cushions—

He pushed against his restraints, looking at the blurry face of Genjo Sanzo, smiling at him through bouts of breathless cries—

Goku kicked Ukoku's face, grinding his foot on the man as Hakkai tried to placate both men—

"Like a worm."

Ukoku paused in his laughter, his mouth slackened as he stared at Goku for a moment, before laughing loudly without a sound—the tears falling as he screamed.

They exited the cell as two nurses carried the screaming Ukoku away, leaving the men in the middle of the hall, at a loss of what to do. Homura glanced at the still silent Sanzo, who had his jaw clenched, looking ahead as the nurses dragged the now laughing man away. Homura tutted, and immediately grabbed his knife from the tray on the floor that Kanan had left behind in haste. "Great. Now what do we do, Konzen?"

Gojyo shrugged, and nodded, "Yeah, we can't just off him right now. I mean—" He grumbled, chucking his pocket knife back in his pocket, "—he did say some pretty accurate points about us killing some of Houtou, too—"

Sanzo looked down at his shoes, and gritted his teeth as he took his gun from the tray. "Feh. Let him say what he wants. We do what we usually do, of course," he harrumphed, ruffling Goku's hair and caressing his cheek with his thumb as a quiet way of saying that he was now fine.

Goku closed one eye as Sanzo glided Sanzo's thumb on his cheekbone, cupping his face in the pale hand, "And that is?"

Hakkai cleaned up after the mess in silence as Sanzo observed the doctor. The blond huffed, and held Goku's hand in his as they left the hospital.

Under the city skies, Sanzo squared his shoulders and took a deep breath, his hold on Goku's hand remaining firm. Homura eyed their clasped hands with a quiet hum, his eyes holding a silent acceptance—though he still resorted to joke with the man and came up to him and laid his elbow on his shoulder, clasping Sanzo's right hand on his left.

Sanzo clicked his tongue and glared at him in mild annoyance.

Gojyo, meanwhile, eyed them all with barely concealed chortles, "Like soldiers sticking to their queen, am I right? Haha!" Sanzo threw him a sharp stare, and his bodyguard held his hands up, "A'ight, a'ight. Shutting up now, jeez. You still didn't answer the question, Boss. What do we do to guys like Ni?"

Sanzo harrumphed, and looked at a limousine making its way in front of the hospital, parking directly in front of them. The door opened to reveal a smiling Kanzeon getting out of the limo, her arms wide open as she hugged her nephew, and ignored his loud swearing.

"We let our darkness be our light, of course! Isn't that what Kinzan is all about? Surely we won't let Ni get in our heads now, would you?" she giggled and patted Goku's head. "Your necklace is constantly on, dear, that's why I can hear everything."

Sanzo blanched, "You upgraded it!?"

Kanzeon laughed, grinning at her nephew behind a perfectly manicured hand as Goku inspected his necklace this way and that, and surely, there was an odd red dot in the middle of the chain if he squinted enough—

"Of course I did! That's why now I can hear everything you're doing to my child here—"

Sanzo yelled curses at his aunt while Jiroushin, ever by his mistress's side, tried to placate both aunt and nephew, while Homura, Goku, and Gojyo laughed—

It was becoming an everyday routine in Sanzo's mundane days as they went back to Kinzan—the daily banter, the daily throng of clients, the unending days of his aunt pestering him to no end—

"Sanzo," Goku called as the brunet hopped out of the limo, "we're home!"

Sanzo opened his mouth to speak, but decided against replying as he saw the brightness of his assistant's smile. At one point, the blond decided that Ukoku was right—someday, another company might rise against everyone and influence them through means of words written on paper, turning them into monsters capable of doing heinous things to their fellow man once again. But—

Sanzo stepped out of the limousine, with the others following him close, and as the doors to Kinzan opened, he saw the company logo—the lilac lotus with the golden tips—and smiled as he saw their slogan. Meeting his employees' eyes, he was greeted with a smile and a bow. From the lobby, a beaming Zakuro ran up to them like a child eagerly awaiting to be heard. And Sanzo realized, as Goku reached out to grab his hand once more, that truly—

"'We let our darkness be our light.'"

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A/N: And so ends this fanfic that took me almost four years to finish. Thank you for reading it until the end! This is the longest fic that I have made so far, with 181 pages and 111k words. I happeh. (UwU)