Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ Sweat, Not Tears ❯ It's a Date! ( Chapter 7 )

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

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A/N: Okay sorry for the interruption in the story. It got taken down cuz I put the wrong rating on it. Ooops ^_^’’’ Anyway it’s back now and with a new chappie. Sorry it was so long in coming but things have gotten very busy so it may be a while before I update again but rest assured that this story will not be abandoned, not after all those nice reviews I got.

I feel so honored to have such nice reviewers. Thank you in particular again to jukebox csi, it’s always a joy reading your comments. So, on that note - I give you Ch. 7 (with a special dedication to jukebox csi, hope you like it)


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Chapter 7: It’s a Date!

Damn it, stop stalling and just knock. It’s the freakin’ monk, what the hell do you have to be scared of?

Really, pep talks just didn’t work when you gave them to yourself, Gojyo thought. He’d been standing outside of the monk’s room for the last ten minutes - hand poised to knock. But after stationing himself before the door and raising his fist he hadn’t been able to move.

Figures, I can take on anyone, no matter their size without flinching but I’m terrified of a flimsy blonde.

He sighed and about-faced. Maybe I can try again tomorrow.

“You chickening out?”

Gojyo’s head jerked but he didn’t turn. Damn. But this is what I wanted right? To apologize and just have it be over with.

The redhead twisted to face the blonde, his breath momentarily deserting him.

Somehow . . . he’d expected something different.

Sanzo was leaning against the doorjamb, cool and composed as always - the sneer firmly back in place.

“Well? Is there a reason you were standing outside my door for so long?”

Gojyo nodded and ran a hand through scarlet hair roughly, trying to get his thoughts in order - not understanding why seeing Sanzo being his frigid old self was bothering him.

“Yeah,” the redhead cleared his throat, “yeah, I just wanted to apologize for what-”

Sanzo’s lips tightened and a fist clenched. Finally, he thought, a reaction. “Nothing happened. Got that?”

“Look Sanzo, I know you don’t want to-”

“Shut the hell up - nothing happened!”

“Something sure as fuck did happen, Sanzo and I’m trying to-!”

Gojyo was completely taken by surprise when Sanzo grabbed him and hauled him inside his bedroom, slamming the door closed behind them.

“Uh . . . Sanzo? What-”

“Idiot,” Sanzo hissed, rounding on the confused kappa. ‘Don’t you ever fucking think before you start yelling!? Goku and Hakkai are both here you moron!”

“Oh, shit. Sorry.”

“Just tell me whatever the hell you wanted to say and leave.”

“Look, I just wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday. It didn’t mean anything, okay? I mean-” Gojyo rushed to clarify when he saw violet eyes narrowing in fury, “I mean that I didn’t plan for that to happen and that I’m sorry if I offended you. You probably don’t think too highly of me but I don’t hurt people for fun Sanzo and I don’t go after someone who doesn’t want me. My mistake, okay? If there’s anything you want me to do to make it up to you just let me know and it’s yours.”

Amethyst remained inscrutable and Gojyo fought the urge to fidget under that sharp scrutiny. Finally the monk unfolded his arms from across his chest and sighed allowing long golden lashes to shield violet jewels. Seeing Sanzo bite his lip and watching those hands clench made Gojyo itch to take the monk in his arms but he refrained, remembering it was his unruly impulses that were responsible for landing him in this mess to begin with.

At length the blonde nodded and lifted his head, though he looked as though he wanted to ask something but didn’t dare.

“Fine, it’s forgotten.” the blonde replied turning his back to the redhead.

Gojyo swallowed his protest. I don’t want to forget it.

“Anything else?” the blonde growled when the redhead didn’t make any move to leave.

“No,” Gojyo answered slowly, hating that the small spark of- something- that had flared to life between them - so hotly, so quickly, and so passionately - would slowly peter out to nothing, overlaid by Sanzo’s ice.

He turned and left that room quickly before he grabbed the monk and shook some sense into him. It wasn’t everyday that people stumbled onto such incredible mind-blowing sex and Sanzo was throwing it away. Of course being a monk, the blond might not have realized what a prize they’d had between them. Hell the dry hump he’d shared with Sanzo had been better than fucking some of the people he’d shared a bed with in the past. No one had ever managed to fire his passion to that degree and so swiftly before.

That it was a frigid, haughty, bad-mouthed monk that was able to accomplish it was just too ironic. He was sure the gods were having a good one at his expense even now.

Well, at least it’s done. I said I would apologize and I did. Everything’s settled. It’s over, taken care of. Time to move on to another person.

Gojyo decided not to question why the thought of forgetting Sanzo made his gut clench painfully.

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“-yo. It’s nearly time, after all.”

“Gojyo?”

Gojyo jumped at the kick that landed on his shin under the table. The redhead jerked his eyes away from pale, sun-streaked hair and bright maroon eyes glared at the kid sitting across from him.

“What the hell, you stupid monkey!? What was that about?”

“Hakkai asked you a question, you cockroach, but you were probably too busy daydreaming something pervy to hear.” Goku glared at the redhead, daring him to reciprocate the kick.

Crimson eyes widened as Gojyo fought off a blush, remembering the rather lascivious fantasy that’d been playing out in his head starring none other than a beautiful, grumpy monk.

Fuck. He hadn’t blushed in ages. Why now of all times?

He turned to the brunette, hoping to distract them from commenting on where his gaze had strayed to. “What did you say, Hakkai?”

Somber green eyes gazed at him speculatively and he resisted the urge to squirm under that piercing gaze.

Damn it, he was lucky the chimp hadn’t picked up on the fact that he’d been ogling Sanzo. The kid wouldn’t keep quiet about something that directly affected his surrogate mother.

Hakkai opened his mouth to repeat himself but Goku beat him to it.

“Why were you starring at Sanzo, Gojyo?”

The redhead’s stomach dropped like a stone in water and he felt the blood drain from his face. He turned horrified eyes to the chimp. From the corner of his vision he caught sight of gleaming violet as Sanzo’s head jerked up from his meal to stare at Gojyo.

The blonde hadn’t spoken to any of them since they’d sat down for dinner- apart from threatening to shoot Goku if he didn’t shut up.

There had been an obvious lack of insults and threats hurled at Gojyo though no one had dared comment.

Gojyo winced, wishing the monkey would grow up already and realize that some things needed to stay unsaid.

“Oh, look at the time Goku. If you don’t hurry they’ll have closed the library and you wont be able to get your work done on time.”

Gojyo could have kissed his friend. Hell, he vowed to build the brunette a statue the next chance he got. The man was always pulling his ass out of the fire - whether he deserved it or not.

Goku gasped, “you’re right, Kai. I almost forgot.” the monkey jumped up and went to grab his coat and was back in seconds. “Can you drive me, Hakkai?” he asked the med student, ready to plead if he had to.

Hakkai smiled and nodded then glanced between Sanzo and Gojyo. “Why don’t you two fix this mess before we get back?” The brunette gestured vaguely around them, not specifying which mess he was referring to and stepped outside with Goku. Gojyo had a good hunch it wasn’t the kitchen.

The redhead sighed silently and dared a glance at the monk. The other man sat stonily, with his arms crossed, gaze focused anywhere except the only other occupant in the room.

“Sanzo-”

“Hakkai said to clean this mess up.” the blonde interrupted, sitting back regally, looking for all the world as though it was Gojyo’s sole responsibility to do the tidying up. Long, elegant and nimble fingers pulled a pack of cigarettes from the monk’s robes along with a lighter, and lit up.

Bastard.

Gojyo took deep breath, a litany of must not kill monk running in his head. “I don’t think Hakkai was talking about the kitchen.” He commented dryly.

A derisive blond eyebrow rose, “Hakkai needs to mind his own business.”

“Look, I was willing to go along with your idea and forget anything ever took place, but trying to pretend it didn’t happen wont make it go away, Sanzo.”

The blonde crushed his cigarette out, glaring daggers at the redhead.

“Yes, and you starring at me throughout the day really helps.”

Gojyo flushed - he hadn’t realized Sanzo had been aware . . .

He shut his eyes, wondering what to do now.

They’d been dancing this little two-step for several days now - since deciding that the best way to fix something was to pretend it had never been broken in the first place. There had been no lack of awkward moments with the two of them, of stretched silences, and longing glances - well the latter was mostly on Gojyo’s part, but Sanzo was not entirely without fault in that department.

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Gojyo had already stepped out into the balcony for his quick smoke before bed and had pulled the screen door closed behind him before the scent of Sanzo’s smokes reached his nostrils.

Damn. He paused, debating going back inside and waiting for Sanzo to be done with his but fuck it, why the hell should he? If the monk had a problem with him then he could leave.

He stepped forward and leaned on the wall of the terrace, crossing his ankles and gazing up at the stars. There really weren’t too many to be seen.

Too bad, he thought. It was always nice to see the stars out. He resolutely did not think about the monk, sitting quietly on a chair just to the left of him.

He was getting ready to head back inside, unable to bear the stuffy silence any longer, but was unable to stop himself from turning to glance at the monk one more time.

The sight knocked the breath out of him and he clenched his hands to keep from reaching out and grabbing the other man.

Sanzo sat bathed in moonlight - flaxen hair turned into spun silk and skin gleaming a luminescent pearl. Soft pinkened lips were parted ever-so-slightly and even from the distance separating them Gojyo could see the moisture clinging to that downy suppleness - as though Sanzo had just recently licked them. But despite all of that temptation Gojyo could have turned away and walked into the house - he would have left that vision of beauty out there in honor of the promise he had made Sanzo and the one he made himself - but he made the mistake of stealing a glance at violet eyes before turning away.

Amethyst burned with the inner flame of desire before that heat was quickly banked by eyelids that closed tightly to conceal that passion. Too late. Gojyo had seen the monk’s craving and he drew closer, powerless to stop his advance now that he knew Sanzo wanted him too.

But before he could reach out for the blonde, the monk had shot out of his seat and nearly run inside - slamming his door.

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“You know this isn’t working, monk. I saw that day . . . in your eyes-”

Gojyo jerked slightly at the hand that settled over his mouth, preventing further speech. He opened his eyes to see Sanzo standing by his chair, much closer than he needed to be, violet searing crimson.

“Don’t Gojyo.” he whispered, bowing his head. The blonde finally acknowledged to himself that the redhead was right. It wasn’t working and the monk’s dreams were a firm testament to that. Every night he woke, bathed in sweat, his manhood straining against the sheets with hazy flashes of red clinging to his conscious. It seemed having gotten a taste of the kappa, his body needed more. It was driving Sanzo to distraction.

Gojyo kissed the palm that lay against his mouth, smiling as Sanzo’s eyes widened, but the blonde didn’t pull back. He reached up and took hold of the monk’s hand. Slowly, so the blonde could pull back, he brought that hand to his lips. Kissing the tip of each finger gently, running his lips down each of them softly until he reached the monk’s palm. He nipped it tenderly, then laved the offended spot with his tongue, tracing each line fondly.

Crimson shot up to meet violet when Sanzo moaned and drew closer, reaching out to run graceful fingers through flame-colored hair. Gojyo’s breath stopped as he fell headlong into ardent violet whirlpools, glittering with passion.

“Gojyo,” the blonde whispered huskily.

The redhead shot out his chair, taking Sanzo by surprise. He grabbed the monk before he could react and led him into the living room.

Sanzo shied away from the couch but Gojyo merely sat and pulled him down beside him, not wanting to spook the blonde. For all Sanzo’s tough façade he was still new to the art of seduction.

“Relax, Sanzo,” he whispered, reaching out and taking the monk’s hand.

“You know, I learned how to read palms once - just one of those useless things I picked up when I was a kid. I used to think it was coolest thing.”

Gojyo swept his thumb over the palm of Sanzo’s hand, dipping into every groove and sliding caressingly over each of his fingers.

“Look, you have a long lifeline, Sanzo.” the redhead murmured conversationally, “It’s etched pretty deeply into your hand.”

His fingers followed that groove formed in the blonde’s palm, tracing the mark back and forth starring at nothing but his hand as it learned Sanzo’s. He pretended not to hear the catches in the monk’s breathing or the slightly tremor that shook his arm. “Look, your heart line is linked with your lifeline, they twine around one another. I forget what that means exactly . . .”

He allowed himself to trail off and cautiously linked their hands together - interlocking their fingers, palm to palm and Gojyo wondered why this felt so intimate. They were holding hands for Pete’s sake - something he’s been doing with girls for longer than he could remember and yet now he found himself starring in fascination at their joined limbs. The palm pressed to his began to shake and Gojyo felt his heart begin to pound, feared Sanzo could hear it trying to beat its way out his chest.

His eyes rose to meet those of the monk and he realized that whatever was happening it was affecting the blonde too.

That amethyst was darkened to near-black and Sanzo’s pupils had dilated.

Oh fuck.

He’d planned on slowly introducing Sanzo to the possibility of something happening between them - to ease him into the idea. But he was leaning forward - falling into that violet and suddenly Sanzo’s face loomed much nearer and he felt those chopped gasps against his skin - little puffs of warm air brushing his lips and he was coming closer still and Sanzo almost looked scared but still too dazed to realize what was happening . . .

Lust. Gojyo could feel the throbbing in his pants and he was powerless to prevent himself from meeting those lips with his own.

Warmth and yielding flesh and then slick heat and Gojyo groaned thrusting his tongue out to taste those lips - but a taste only fueled the hunger and he swept his tongue inside that mouth, hearing Sanzo moan and feeling the blonde jerk his hands free to wrap them around the redhead.

Gojyo shifted and used his knee to part Sanzo’s thighs and settle himself between them pushing Sanzo back onto the sofa needing desperately to touch every inch of Sanzo’s body against his own. Those eager ivory hands gripped his shirt and tugged the kappa down - knowing only a heat that had flared out of control - too fast - too soon and he was helpless to stop it - wanting, yearning, ready for it - his reason, his dignity, his pride singed to ashes in the face of the inferno Gojyo had loosed within him.

He whimpered as Gojyo abandoned his lips now in favor of licking a molten trail down the pale sensitive column of his neck.

Those sinful lips paused at the frantically beating pulse at the base of his throat to press burning lips, soft as the brush of a butterfly’s wings against that skin and Sanzo gasped - arching his back and molding his lower body with the redhead’s making Gojyo moan and press his hips forward in response. Sanzo thrashed his head wildly feeling the pleasure rising in his body and yet it was not enough to satisfy him and he whimpered - a needy and confused sound that Gojyo answered by pushing his hand between their bodies and pressing his palm flatly against the tell-tale bulge beneath the monk’s robes.

Sanzo bit through his lip to keep from coming then and there wanting to prolong the moment - wanting to continue - wanting to kiss every inch of Gojyo’s skin - wanting to feel the redhead completely pressed against him, skin to skin - wanting so much more - wanting everything and ready to surrender anything. Sanzo opened to his mouth to beg, to plead, to threaten if necessary and demand that Gojyo kiss him, that Gojyo touch him, that Gojyo fu-

“Thanks Hakkai - that was great. Sanzo never buys me any food whenever we go out. He’s a total cheapskate.”

Hakkai’s chuckle rang and then, “Well, it’s too bad the library had already closed. Maybe you can make it early tomorrow and finish up.”

It took a minute for Sanzo to realize why Gojyo had frozen above him - his body tense. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what he had nearly done - had nearly begged for - and he shoved Gojyo off of him with a force born of humiliation and jerkily straightened his robes. He was across the room, his breathing nearly under control when Hakkai and Goku made their appearance.

Hakkai took one look at them and steered Goku to his bedroom. “How ‘bout a game of mahjong before bed, Goku?”

“Yeah, that sounds awesome! Shouldn’t I ask Sanzo and Gojyo if they wanna play too?”

“Somehow I doubt they’d be in the mood.”

Gojyo breathed a sigh of relief when the voices faded completely and turned to face the blonde.

He’d be damned if he let Sanzo go back to denying his attraction after the man practically melted in his lap.

Gojyo drew to a sudden stop just as he’d been about to storm to Sanzo’s room and demand entrance - the blonde was leaning against he wall, face shadowed so Gojyo couldn’t read his thoughts.

He stepped closer to the monk, “Sanzo.”

The blonde lifted his head and Gojyo bit his lip to keep from groaning at the fire still evident in that gaze - obviously his monk had decided to stop running.

With a single long stride he was standing before Sanzo and had taken the blonde into his arms, tucking that golden head under his chin, kissing a pale temple.

He groaned at the feel of slim arms wrapping around him and pulling him closer to the warmth of the blonde’s body.

“I thought you were gonna run again,” he whispered against blonde locks.

Sanzo snorted and tightened his hold on Gojyo, burying closer. “I almost did,” he confessed softly, “don’t make me regret it, kappa.”

Gojyo smiled at the blonde, hardly daring to believe that it wasn’t just another dream that he’d wake from, aching and frustrated as all hell.

The redhead leaned down and sealed his lips over Sanzo’s, sipping of the sweetness he found there before pulling back, “You wont regret it. We’ll go slow and go on dates. You only have one class tomorrow, right? We can take the rest of the day and do whatever we want.”

“Isn’t that a little backward considering . . .” the blonde flushed and Gojyo couldn’t contain a grin at the sight.

“Considering I’ve already jacked you off, you mean?”

Sanzo scowled, but nodded, pretending an ease he didn’t feel.

“Who cares. There’s no rule book that tells you it can’t be done and even if there were we could just shove it. We’ll do things our way. Besides this’ll be a learning experience for both of us - I haven’t gone on a real date for years. I may be rusty.”

Sanzo didn’t comment just leaned up on tippy-toes and pressed his lips to the kappa’s, silencing him.

“So, you’re the type who kisses on the first date?” Gojyo murmured against rosy lips.

“It’s not the first date yet,” Sanzo answered, slipping away from the redhead. “see you tomorrow.”

Gojyo smiled and ignored the tiny voice that asked what the hell he thought he was doing. There was a reason he hadn’t dated for so long - dates generally meant you saw the other person more than once or twice, they had a feel of commitment to them and Gojyo was definitely not one for commitment. True, Sanzo was a guy and strong and resilient, but there was still the matter that he was a virgin. Gojyo had always made it a point to steer clear of virgins.

But that voice went unheeded. Gojyo was too dazed from the warmth of Sanzo’s kiss and his heart was beating too loudly for him to hear it.



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Yay, finally chapter 7 is up. Again, sorry for the delay, hopefully the next one wont be so long in coming. Let me know what you thought. Is the story moving too fast too slow?