Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ Sweat, Not Tears ❯ Equating Fury With Passion ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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A/N: I never know what my muses are going to hit me over the head with next. I already have chapter 7 written, but not five or six. I really wish they would stick to hitting me with things in chronological order =) Well, no matter, as long I get to finish the story. Thank you to those who are still reading - let me know how you’re liking the story. The things that happen are as much of a surprise to me as they are to you, believe me =)

And now . . . ON WITH THE STORY.



Chapter 4: Equating Fury with Passion


“Hmm? Gojyo, you’re still here? I thought you had classes today.”

Gojyo lifted his head from his folded arms to look sleepily at Hakkai.

“I do,” he said yawning, “but there’s no way I’m leaving without a shot of java first.”

Hakkai smiled and walked into the kitchen, making his way over to the coffee-maker and pouring his friend a cup.

“Sanzo has classes today as well, I believe.” Hakkai stated, placing the drink in front of the redhead.

“Thanks Hakkai, man I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Gojyo snagged the cup gratefully and downed the bitter fluid in one gulp.

“Ah, yeah. That hit the spot. So, did his Royal Pain In The Ass register late too?”

Hakkai swallowed a laugh, attempting to glare sternly at Gojyo, “Sanzo,” he emphasized, though his green eyes glittered with humor, “chose to take classes on Friday, he finds it much more peaceful.”

Gojyo snorted, figures.

“Hey, Kai,” Gojyo said, turning suddenly to face his friend, “I know Sanzo’s already taking classes but what about the shrimp? There’s no way that kid is old enough to be in college.”

Hakkai smiled, “Well, true. He isn’t actually an adult yet, but Goku was raised by the monks and he received his education with them. Because he was living with them, his learning did not merely consist of going to school five a days a week, it was far more extensive.”

“Oh, come on Kai, this is the monkey we’re talking about - you’re telling me he can actually learn?”

Hakkai kicked Gojyo’s shin lightly under the table and laughed at the glare he got in return, “Believe it or not Gojyo, Goku can apply himself as well as any of us can when a subject is of interest to him. And because Goku is naturally very curious about everything around him he tends to do well in a broad range of subjects. He managed to pass the exam given to him by the college and was granted entrance.”

Gojyo shook his head incredulously, “I still have a hard time believing that bottomless pit can excel at anything other than eating.”

He stood to refill his cup and grabbed Hakkai’s now empty one as well.

“Hey, Kai - what’s the deal with those two anyway? They’re not related are they? Goku and the monk I mean, they sure as hell don’t look alike.”

“No. I believe Sanzo was the one who found Goku.”

Hakkai smiled appreciatively at his friend when a fresh cup of coffee appeared over his shoulder.

“What do you mean - found him?” Gojyo asked, resuming his seat across from Hakkai. He was genuinely curious.

“Just what I said. Apparently Goku was abandoned at a very young age near the temple where Sanzo was living and he stumbled across Goku on one of his outings. It was reported to the police. The monks, or Sanzo’s master I should say, offered to take Goku in - much as he did with Sanzo - and the officers agreed it was best that the child remain at the temple until his mother was found. She never was. And that’s the official version of the story.”

Gojyo raised an eyebrow, “Official?”

“Well yes, Sanzo told the police he’d stumbled across Goku as he was out walking in the woods. But according to Sanzo, it was no coincidence. He says he heard Goku calling out to him and was drawn irresistibly toward that voice.”

Hakkai smirked at the flabbergasted expression on Gojyo’s face, “Strange, I know.”

Gojyo nodded, “no shit.”

Having satisfied his daily requisite intake of coffee the redhead sighed and stood, stretching his muscles before grabbing his bag off the floor. “Well, I’d better head out before I miss class entirely. See ‘ya later, Kai.”

Hakkai waved at his friend and debated going back to bed before deciding to fix breakfast instead. Goku would be up any minute now.

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Gojyo walked leisurely down the empty corridors of the campus (Fridays were usually low-traffic days seeing as how most students took classes only Mondays-Thursdays).

The redhead groaned and wished for the umpteenth time that he hadn’t slacked off. He should have registered at the first opportunity, but he hadn’t and by the time he’d gotten around to arranging his schedule most of his classes had fallen on Friday.

Man, that definitely blows. All the chicks go hang out at the beach on Fridays and here I am stuck at school. Lame.

“Hey there beautiful, how’s about cutting’ the hard to get act and just coming with us quietly? We’re really nice guys and we wanna get to know you better. Nothing wrong with that, right?”

Gojyo sighed loudly and turned around listening carefully to where that voice was coming from. Everywhere you go, you gotta run into idiots like these, he thought with disgust. Well, I can’t call myself a ladies’ champion if I don’t rush to their rescue.

He finally located a group of big guys surrounding a slighter figure and cornering her against a vending machine. One of the lugs moved and he managed to catch a glimpse of tight jeans hugging mile-long legs like a second skin. He traced his eyes over those mouth-watering thighs, and the edge of a skintight sheer black top that ended about an inch above the low-cut pants, giving a tantalizing view of creamy skin. Gojyo surreptitiously wiped the trail of drool off his chin.

That decides it, he thought, she is way too hot for the likes of them.

He was about to make his presence known when he saw one of the thugs hanging off the girl jerk back and howl in pain, grasping his groin with both hands. Gojyo nearly laughed - the little imp had kneed the bastard. Good for her.

The others watched in stunned silence as the bearded man fell and then they began to laugh.

An ugly guy with a greasy nose shook his head at his fallen friend. “Taken out by a girl - that’s just embarrassing, Rin.”

The man called Rin stood painfully and glared at the group, his eyes finally coming to rest on the girl. Gojyo really wished he had a clearer view of her.

“Fuck you, that’s no fucking girl.”

What!?

“What!?” The thugs backed away from the blond Blonde!? form in their midst with horror-struck eyes.

“There’s now way! It can’t be a guy! That face is way too pretty, and look at those eyes!”

“Look closer you idiots,” Rin snapped, pointing at the ‘girl’s’ crotch.

“Shit, it is a guy!”

The brutes backed off with disgust written plainly on their faces. Gojyo himself was feeling slightly queasy. That was when he finally got his first clear view of their intended victim.

The bottom of his stomach dropped out. Sanzo!?

His eyes helplessly strayed down the body he’d been panting over only moments before. Over that lean chest, and slim waist tapering into hips that flared ever-so-slightly and down those killer legs.

Fuck. So this is what that stinking monk has been hiding under those bulky robes all this time.

His eyes traced their way back up only to start when he realized that violet eyes were glaring murderously at him. He blanched slightly.

The thugs turned to look behind them and spotted Gojyo - instantly going on the defensive.

“You a friend of his, pretty boy?”

“Pretty boy? Watch your mouth, ugly, and hell no I’m not with him. Just enjoying the show.” Gojyo deliberately leaned back against the pole behind him and affected a relaxed stance, waiting to see what those idiots would do.

Sanzo had already turned back to glare at his assailants - daring them to make a move.

“Forget this, if that ain’t no chick, I want no part of this.”

Some of the others grumbled in agreement, but the big guy that had taken the hit moved closer to the monk - obviously wanting payback.

Big and stupid, Gojyo thought uncaringly. Still, it would only be fair to warn him.

“Hey, you - Ugly, I don’t think you want to piss off Blondie there more than you already have.”

The Idiot - as Gojyo had begun to think of him - only grunted and kept advancing on the droopy-eyed priest. Gojyo shrugged - he’d warned the poor stupid bastard.

Before those giant slabs of meat that passed as hands could close around their intended target Sanzo shot to the side in a blur of movement and buried his knee in his opponent’s solar plexus. The Idiot fell in a gasping and whimpering heap, clutching his abdomen.

The others stared, shocked, at the monk. It took a minute before one of them managed to snap out of the daze.

“This is fucking ridiculous. You’re going down, you fucking queer!”

The others seemed to take their cue from him and surrounded Sanzo. Several tried making grabs at the monk, but each time the blonde proved to be too fast and they’d be left gasping as ribs, diaphragms, and groins were kicked in. Gojyo winced in sympathy when he saw several men groaning and curling protective hands over their nether regions.

But Sanzo’s luck finally ran out as Greasy-Nose managed to get behind the monk and roughly yank his arms back, twisting them awkwardly and shoving the monk face-first into the wall.

Ouch. Gojyo slowly crossed his arms over his chest, wishing he had cigarette. He momentarily considered leaving to get a pack, but immediately decided against it. This show is way too entertaining.

Sanzo cursed and tried wrenching his arms loose but succeed only in pulling them even more painfully.

“Get your asses off the floor, you idiots.”

Slowly some of the guys rose and moved toward Sanzo, breathing heavily.

Gojyo didn’t particularly care for the look in their eyes.

“Fucking bastard - You got lucky to start with but now I’m gonna rip you apart,” one of the thugs growled. He stood before Sanzo and sneered at the monk, pulling his fist back to deliver a vicious blow.

Sanzo gasped and his knees buckled as the hit landed. The guy then grabbed a fistful of the blond hair and jerked Sanzo back to his feet. “Not so high and mighty now are you?”

Sanzo’s eyes narrowed and before the brute holding him could blink he’d brought his fist up to connect with a sickening crack against the muscled man’s face. Without sparing a second Sanzo whirled and delivered a fierce kick to Greasy-Nose’s stomach, crumbling him instantly.

Before he could swing back around, however, he felt himself being tackled. Sanzo growled when he was grabbed from behind in a crushing hold, but stopped struggling when he saw a blade glint in the sun. The arm holding the weapon pulled back to draw force and Sanzo saw it swing in an arc heading for his chest.

But the blade never pierced that pale skin. Swiftly, Gojyo stepped behind the larger man and sharply jerked the arm back at an excruciating angle until the man dropped the blade with a howl of pain.

“You fucking bastard - you said you weren’t his friend. Stay out of this!”

“Oh shut the hell up. Fights are alright but pulling blades on unarmed people isn’t what I’d call fair.” Gojyo frowned, considering, “Well, neither is teaming up five against one but I figured I’d give you that one seeing as how the Princess here wouldn’t have broken a sweat taking on just one of you pieces of trash.”

The redhead clamped his arm around the big man’s throat and squeezed, cutting off the air supply and all-too-soon the guy dropped like sack of potatoes.

Gojyo only just managed to grab hold of Sanzo to keep him from being crushed under the walking muscle-mass.

“You alright?” Gojyo asked, easing Sanzo back against the wall. “Let me see your hand. You clobbered that guy pretty good, you may have broken some bones.”

The redhead didn’t wait for a response, merely reached out and cupped Sanzo’s injured hand in both of his, turning it over and running his fingers lightly over silky skin, feeling the bone structure to check for irregularities.

He didn’t notice the monk’s other hand rise and form a fist until he caught a glimpse of it flashing his way - he jerked back but it was too late to completely avoid the hit.

The glancing blow was still enough to snap his head sideways and leave him seeing stars for several seconds.

Gojyo dropped Sanzo’s hand and clutched his throbbing head. What the FUCK!?

“Sanzo, you fucking bastard! What the hell was that all about!?”

“I did not give you permission to touch me,” the blond informed him frigidly. He glared at Gojyo, then stepped around him, intent on leaving.

The redhead’s hands trembled in fury. That is it! he thought, he’d had enough.

He could handle being insulted by the damn blonde - hell, he hadn’t even retaliated when that bozo had hit him over the head with his fucking girly fan - but he drew the line at having that damned insufferable, infuriating bastard take a shot at him when he was only attempting to help.

Gojyo snapped.

He was pissed and Sanzo was about to see why guys bigger than the one he’d just downed ran when he was pissed.

He grabbed the violet-eyed man’s shoulder as the other was brushing past him, his nose in the air, and yanked him around with more force than necessary to propel Sanzo back and slam him against the wall. His conscience gave a slight twinge when he heard the thud of Sanzo’s head hitting the brick and the other man’s grunt of pain but allowed his anger to overpower his guilt and pressed his body into the blonde’s, not allowing him room to move. He wouldn’t make the same mistake as those other idiots.

“You could at least say thank you, you stinking monk,” Gojyo bit out, his lips an inch away from the blonde’s, breath feathering against those pink-tinged lips.

Sanzo clenched his teeth and turned his head away. “You didn’t do a damn thing, kappa.”

“Oh?” Gojyo breathed. He could not help but inhale the scent of the monk’s hair from this proximity - apparently that strawberry shampoo he’d stolen wasn’t Sanzo’s.

Whatever the blond used was far, far more intoxicating. He inhaled deeply then moved to grasp that averted chin and forced Sanzo to look at him. “I did try to help. Are you always such a bastard to people who try to do you a favor?”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” Sanzo growled.

Gojyo allowed a tiny shiver to course through his body as Sanzo’s breath washed across his lips.

Fuck.

He switched both of Sanzo’s trapped arms to one hand and used his freed limb to stroke Sanzo’s cheek, his touch nearly imperceptible. He saw Sanzo’s eyes widen and his lips part in shock but the blond made no move to get away. Gojyo smiled in grim satisfaction and swept that hand across a high cheekbone to bury into that fall of golden silk, all the while keeping his eyes trained on the monk’s lips. He swallowed hard - wanting suddenly and with frightening intensity nothing more than to touch his lips to those sweetly parted ones. He felt Sanzo shudder minutely against his body and hold his breath. The blood in his veins felt abruptly too hot, flowing too fast, and a red haze enveloped his sight.

Sanzo gasped in air as Gojyo pressed closer, a thigh slipping along the monk’s, and a pink tongue darted out to moisten dry lips making Gojyo’s groin tighten painfully.

This can’t be happening, he thought in frantic disbelief. There can be no way this infuriating, haughty, corrupt monk can do this to me.

But much to his chagrin, it was happening. He could feel his body responding to the closeness of the other’s, to the warmth radiating from that tensed form, and to the fury glittering starkly in those violet eyes.

Shit!

He shoved himself away from Sanzo, taking deep breaths, seeing Sanzo sag at being so suddenly and inexplicably released and saw the blonde catch himself before his legs gave. Saw that proud head lift, saw the rage still evident in those eyes - but saw also the confusion that the monk could not quite hide.

Of course he’s confused, Gojyo thought still trying to steady his breathing, he’s not experienced - that much is obvious.

Those violet eyes followed his movements as he straightened rather stiffly and walked away. He could not have managed words right then. Gojyo could feel the amethyst burning a hole in his back but did not turn around.

Yes, he must be confused, he thought again with a sigh, he’s lived in a fucking temple all his life. He may not be stupid but he is unlearned in certain aspects of life. He’s probably never equated fury with passion before - with arousal.

And Genjo Sanzo had most definitely been aroused.

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And there you have the end of Chapter 4. This took a turn I was definitely not expecting. Just when I think I have this story planned out, things like this chapter happen - oh well =)

See you next chapter and don’t forget to review. It always inspires me.