Disclaimer: I don't own Kougaiji or any aspect of Saiyuki seen here. Not even a freaking plushie.

Yoru: Hello, and welcome to Utsukushii!

Kuronue: You've had some odd ideas before, but this is getting ridiculous. Where the hell did this come from? You weren't even watching Gaiden!

Yoru: Actually… (fidgets) I have an OC, some of you might know her, Anakate (whose fic I need to update). Well, in my head, her Gaiden person is Kimizu, Konzen's sister. For her, naturally, I created Kou for her Gaiden love. But now I prefer yaoi, and I like Kou's character, so I'm making a fic about him.

Kuronue: As a sex slave?

Yoru: Er…yeah. Live with it.

The Present

Kougaiji watched his lover sleep. How in the world had it come to this? From an enemy to a lover in one passionate night, the man beside him had stolen his heart. He sighed; perhaps it was coincidence.

Little did Kougaiji know, it wasn't.

The Past

"Shut up, you little bitch!" The man above him slapped him hard. Kou cried out; all he'd done was let a whimper escape. And the man about to use him for such sick purposes was a worshipped God? Irony was alive and well. Kou winced as the man bit into his shoulder.

Once the God had left, Kou curled up in a fetal position on the straw mattress he was forced to call his bed without bothering to pull his pants back on.

Mother…why did you hate me so much? I'm not worthless, just because I can't call on my powers. You've seen me beat men and demons so much stronger than myself. Why did you throw me away like this?

"Kou. Your presence is required by a new client." A guard at the door turned away, blushing, as he realized that Kou was naked. He had never used the poor boy, partly because he was married, and partly because no one deserved the terrible fate that the son of the Demon Goddess had been forced into by his own parents. However, the guard would never share these views with anyone but his wife. He didn't want to take the boy's place.

Not that he could, as he wasn't as pretty. Kou may have been born without godlike powers, but he had been blessed with incomparable beauty. Seeing this, his mother had named him Utsukushii, or beautiful. But when it became obvious that he could not carry on her name with force, she renamed him Kou, or beg, and sold him to the gods as a pleasure slave. Did he even remember that he was once named beautiful? For surely he did not find himself beautiful now.

"Thank you, Ban-sama," Kou muttered as he walked past the soldier.

"Kou…I've told you…"

"Sorry. Ban." Kou didn't even look back. Ban sighed as he watched the boy move down the corridor. He'd asked him a million times to drop the honorific, but Kou never did. Ban growled to himself; one day that boy would be free. Then he'd never have to call a lowly soldier "sama".

Kou lay still as his mistress coaxed his body into erection. He let his mind wander away from his current situation as her groans filled the room. A sharp slap to his already bruised cheek brought him to attention.

"Kou, if you don't pay attention…"

"My apologies, mistress."

"I'm done. Clean the room and then you can go." She was up and dressing already. Kou pulled his pants and shirt on and looked about for a cloth to clean with.

"Here." A wave of her hand brought a cloth out of thin air, along with a bucket of water. Kou sighed longingly at the show of power.

"Thank you, mistress."

"Next time you space out on me you'll clean it with your tongue."

"Yes, mistress." He began to clean. He could hear voices in the next room.

"Ah, Lieutenant Kenren. To what do I owe the honor of your visit? Taking me up on my offer?"

"Just give me your report, Kaisei."

"So harsh! Hold on a moment." She re-entered the room that Kou was cleaning, "Kou, hurry it up. I do have other things to do today."

"Yes, mistress." He started to clean again, not noticing her thoughtful look.

"Kou, get back on the bed. Lieutenant Kenren!"

"Kaisei, just give me the damn report. I don't want to stay in your hovel any longer than I have to."

"The widely known nymphomaniac is going to turn down a threesome?" she called. Kou froze. These were always painful.

"…with whom?" Kenren asked from the other room.

"The sex slave, Kou. He's so exotically beautiful."

Silence.

"I don't do anything with sex slaves." The tone was calm, but Kou detected a hint of fury.

"But he's…"

"I don't care how beautiful he is. Get your report and let me leave."

Kaisei pouted and grabbed a sheet of paper from her desk. Kou breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the door close after Kenren's departure. No threesomes today…

His thoughts were cut off as Kaisei's full, painted lips crashed onto his own with vicious lust. He gave a muffled protest; he hated it more than anything when they kissed him. Her eyes glinted when she pulled away.

"Not even you were enough to get him in bed with me. I swear he's fucking that marshal, Tenpou or whatever. No matter. It just means I've got you all to myself."

Kou closed his eyes tightly as she harshly kissed him again.

Kenren stood under the window and heard the boy's muffled protests as Kaisei brutally ravaged his body for what was probably not the first time that day. Gods, he hated that woman. She'd been trying to get him into bed for years, and now trying to coax him in with Kou? That bitch…

Not Kou. Utsukushii. Kenren was one of the few who knew who Kou really was, and his real name. And did he deserve that name. He was beyond gorgeous, beyond sexy, just beautiful. Kenren did want him, but not by force, and certainly not with Kaisei. Not that she was unattractive, but the consistent lust in her eyes was enough to make anyone loath her.

"You know what, Kou? I think I'll see if I can purchase you for myself."

Kenren froze. She wouldn't…

"But…mistress…"

"You can't honestly tell me that you enjoy being everybody's whore?"

"No…but…I…mmph!"

She'd kissed him again, and he hated it, Kenren could tell. But what could the poor boy do? Kaisei was nothing if not powerful, and she could kill him if she wanted to; but by the sounds of it, that was the last thing on her mind.

"Please…mistress…reconsider! I'm not worth your money!"

"Oh, I think you are. I think I could love you until the end of time."

Kou was about to reply, but then he gasped. Kenren was getting angry, and it was taking all he had to hold his ground.

"Mistress…don't…"

Kenren's resolve snapped when he heard the cry of pain accompanying a harsh slap. He stormed into her house and invaded her room.

Kou stared, wide-eyed, as the lieutenant burst into the room.

"Kaisei, get off of him now!" The invader grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her off. She clawed at his grip.

"Let go! He's mine to do with as I please!"

"He's not yours to beat!"

"He has no right to tell me what not to do!" She wrenched her arm away, "And besides, I'm going to buy him, so it doesn't matter what you do now, is it?"

"I'm pretty sure he's not for sale." The man was looking at him now. Kou scrambled to cover himself up.

"No, not officially, but I'm sure I can get him for the right price."

"Kaisei, just leave him alone."

"No." She suddenly disappeared and reappeared on the bed. Kou's eyes widened as she grabbed his hair and pulled him into yet another harsh kiss, only this time she forced her tongue between his lips and purged his mouth.

"Kaisei!"

She pulled away from Kou, smirking, "Told you he was mine."

"Kaisei, let him go!" Kenren had started toward her when she held up a hand.

"I'll let him go and never touch him again, on one condition."

Kou watched Kenren's face darken, but he was listening.

"I swear that I will never, ever touch him again for any reason, if you get on this bed, do him…and let me watch."