Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ Sweat, Not Tears ❯ First - In Everything ( Chapter 10 )

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

Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki. And Joseph Campbell’s book is referred to here - the part about feeling alive - etc. called The Power of Myth

A/N: Gah! I am soooooo sorry. I just reread all the chapters I’ve written and I realized that this story DRAGS ON way too much. It’s become much too long and the last two chapters were unnecessary. *Sigh* well, since they’re already up, I’ll leave them alone but the story will absolutely be done in the next chapter. I wish I could cut it down to one but that would make it too choppy - sorry about that.

The good news: we’re nearing the end of the story. Yay!
The bad news: ummm . . . none that I can see, but it seems that if you write good news people automatically expect bad. Or is that just me? ^_^””

A huge THANK YOU to those of you who have stuck with the story this far - it’s very encouraging and especially to those of you who took the time to review. This story would not have gotten this far it wasn’t for you. In fact, the story wouldn’t have made it past the first two chapters.

Important: In this chapter we finally get around to the prologue, although in this one we get more from Sanzo’s POV. (One more to go! Yay! ^_^ )


Chapter 10: First - In Everything

“They’re finally gone.”

“Yep.”

A blush and then Sanzo was sitting in his lap, determined, even if slightly pink. “Hakkai said they’d be gone all day . . . we could . . .” The blonde shifted uncomfortably before deciding that action was the best course and leaning forward to seal his lips over Gojyo’s.

The kiss was sweet, if a little short and sloppy. Gojyo grinned, thinking that he still had a lot to teach Sanzo. That will most definitely be fun.

His train of thought was cut off rather abruptly as he felt a hand unclasping his jeans and then long fingers wrapping around his member. He sucked in a sharp breath, somewhat shocked. He knew Sanzo wasn’t all that shy, and was getting more comfortable with the redhead but it still caught him off guard when the blonde acted so boldly.

It was a major turn-on.

“Gojyo . . . your room,” whispered that breathy voice in his ear - and how could he deny it?

The redhead stood and pulled Sanzo with him, leading the way.

They stood before the bed, Sanzo breathing shallowly - not looking at Gojyo. His hands were only slightly unsteady as they rose to pull off his shirt - then they slipped down to unbuckle his pants and push them off.

Gojyo swallowed, watching the strip, seeing all that pale flesh revealed. Soon Sanzo was standing naked with his back to Gojyo but before the redhead could act the blonde crawled into the bed and laid back against the sheets, waiting - giving Gojyo a mouth-watering view.

“Coming, kappa?” Sanzo asked huskily. The blonde smirked, though he didn’t quite manage the innuendo without blushing.

The next instant Gojyo had his clothes off and he was leaning over the monk. “Tell me exactly what you want,” he breathed over Sanzo’s neck.

The blonde shuddered, his hands fisting tightly in the sheets, “you, fucking me.”

It was too much - Gojyo pounced on the blonde, searing him with kisses, touching every inch of that body his hands could reach. Gliding fingers over the exquisite contours of Sanzo’s hips as the blonde gasped beneath him. Mapping a molten trail with his tongue from the pearl column of his neck to the monk’s naval - avoiding his member entirely, though Sanzo moaned so nicely.

Instead he shifted back up to kiss Sanzo - to thrust his tongue into the blonde’s mouth in a crude imitation of what Sanzo had asked for and the monk became enflamed; sucking wildly on that bit of muscle in his mouth, rocking against the redhead as he followed with his hands and lips every dip and curve of Gojyo’s body.

The touch of their erections was electrifying and Sanzo groaned, rocking against the redhead’s cock with unmatched fervor. There was no patience in their caresses - they’d both wanted for too long.

The blonde spread his legs, pulling Gojyo down between them, moaning wantonly when he felt the tip of the redhead’s manhood strain against his eager entrance.

“Please . . . please,” whispered the blonde frantically, “Gojyo!” he sobbed, “Fuck me!”

The redhead gasped in a great lungful of oxygen, trying to draw away from the blonde. Ready to tear his hair out in frustration - he was so close . . . just a small thrust and he would be inside . . .

Groaning in dismay he jerked his hips away from that too-tempting sheath, calling upon all his heretofore unused willpower to resist that siren’s call.

The blonde whimpered, struggling to get Gojyo to release him but the redhead locked his arms in place and refused to move. “Sanzo!” he hissed urgently, nearing the end of his sanity with all the squirming Sanzo was doing, “we can’t, baby, I don’t have any lube.” Well, not quite true - he did have something that would work adequately in his top drawer- he crossed his fingers hoping the blonde wouldn’t check.

At his words the monk stopped struggling and pouted deliciously until Gojyo couldn’t stop himself from grinding his swollen cock against the monk’s thigh as he devoured those cherry lips.

The blonde eagerly latched onto him again, coaxing the redhead’s tongue into his mouth, groaning appreciatively at the taste. “Like this then,” he murmured between heated kisses, winding his arms and legs around the redhead and thrusting his hips up causing mind-numbing friction.

Gojyo’s cock was thrusting into the cleft of his ass with every movement making the blonde writhe with pleasure. He mewled desperately - wanting that hard manhood inside of him - wanting to feel Gojyo as he’d never felt anyone before.

He whimpered, feeling his cock being rubbed deliciously between their slick bellies - nearly screamed when he felt the redhead grasp him firmly and begin to jerk him in time to their thrusts.

Gojyo was just about singed to ashes by Sanzo’s passion. He couldn’t think - could only stare transfixed at the sight of the icy monk surging up to meet him in abandon, the sight of satin skin bathed in sweat, of lips reddened and swollen from their frantic kisses, of flushed cheeks, and glittering violet eyes.

Sanzo, pushed on Gojyo’s shoulders to make some room between them and glanced down at the enclosure their bodies made and saw Gojyo’s hand - large, and roughened and brown - being so gentle in pleasuring him and he cried out, clenching his thighs tighter around the redhead, finding and locking onto crimson eyes.

It couldn’t be so easy could it? Could the answer to all he’d ever searched for truly be found in the arms of another person - of Gojyo?

He’d heard somewhere that what people searched for was not the meaning of life. No, what they were actually searching for was that adventure which would give their life meaning. That one thing which would make them feel alive.

Sanzo gasped as hot lips closed around a sensitized nipple, hardening it to near-pain. Throwing his head back as that wicked tongue tortured and soothed setting him ablaze and making Sanzo writhe under that hard body. Lost, losing himself - forgetting everything but the face of his lover. Feeling feverish, feeling unbound, feeling completely liberated -

Feeling alive.

“Sanzo, let go. Let me see you lose control.” And those husky words whispered hotly against his ear were all that it took. Sanzo spurted with a force that left him breathless and he moaned and reached for Gojyo - needing that link to reality - needing the redhead, afraid he would be lost in the wash of an orgasm more intense than he would have ever dreamed.

“Gojyo!” he groaned feeling as though his essence - his very soul - was streaming out of him. Lips were pressing insistently against his own - a hot tongue probing deep - and Sanzo opened, accepting it, accepting Gojyo, though he was too overwhelmed to reciprocate. Dimly he heard the redhead moan and fall against him, felt the other man’s seed hit his thighs, and with his remaining strength the blonde opened his arms and hugged the redhead to him.

He was still gasping for breath when he became aware of Gojyo shifting and pulling him into the redhead’s side - tucking him close and draping boneless limbs over him.

Sanzo smiled contentedly.

He allowed his eyes to fall shut - wanting to drift in the pleasant haze that enveloped his mind but flicked them open again when a hand reached out to raise his chin.

Gojyo was smiling broadly at him. Too comfortable to even bother speaking, Sanzo merely lifted a brow in question.

The kappa didn’t respond only ducked his head and planted a kiss on that pale smooth forehead, brushing his nose against that golden fall of silk and inhaling deeply. Another hand came up and the redhead traced a gentle finger along the delicate shell of Sanzo’s ear.

Gojyo wasn’t doing much thinking - in fact, he was actively trying to avoid anything that might resemble it. He had just had the most mind-blowing experience of his life and didn’t want to ruin it just yet. He couldn’t stop himself from gathering Sanzo even closer to him and burying his face against those sun streaked locks, feeling his chest swell and his throat close when the monk all-but purred at the contact.

Shit, thought the redhead, feeling the heat rising within him again, I may not be old but just a second ago I could’ve have sworn that little exercise would leave me drained for days, yet here I am getting horny again.

But he couldn’t seem to help himself as far as the blonde went. He’d tried puzzling out what it was about Sanzo that drove him to such a fevered frenzy but he could never pin it down. Any and everything turned him on where the monk was concerned - one look into those violet orbs, the mere hint of creamy skin, long elegant fingers, or the sight of Sanzo moving with that unintentional grace and sensuality - or maybe it was simply the words that fell from lips that were harsh one minute and pliant and pleading the next.

Fuck, Gojyo was getting hard just thinking about it. He supposed it could have been brushed off as merely being the addiction to the taboo, the forbidden - but Gojyo had been involved in enough relationships that kinky liaisons or the concept of the illicit did not sway him much.

The redhead was only just beginning to drift off when the discomfort of his position and the mess drying on him made him groan.

Damn, and I was so comfortable too.

Gojyo sighed and shifted to get out from under Sanzo without disturbing him but the blonde growled and latched onto Gojyo refusing to let go. The redhead chuckled - Sanzo was definitely not monk material. The blonde enjoyed his worldly comforts a little too much.

Good thing you’ve been in a monastery all your life, someone might have gotten to you before me otherwise.

Gojyo took hold of Sanzo’s hands and carefully peeled them off of him, stopping to press a fleetingly kiss to each palm. He smiled when Sanzo’s fingers curled in pleasure and could not resist leaning down and nipping tenderly at slightly puffy and reddened lips, prolonging the contact when Sanzo made a sound of appreciation deep in his throat, arching toward Gojyo and pressing more fully against the redhead.

“Mmmm . . .” Gojyo moaned appreciatively curling Sanzo further into his chest - frustrated that he couldn’t simply melt into the blonde. “Better stop, sweetheart. You’re far too tempting and let‘s not forget that you‘re the monk here, not me.”

Sanzo only sighed, his face relaxing completely once again as he surrendered to sleep.

Maybe a warm bath will draw you out of bed. Gojyo dragged himself to the bathroom and got the water running.

“Sanzo, come on. The bath’s ready . . .”

Gojyo smiled when he saw that Sanzo had buried his head in the pillows and pulled the covers over his head.

He strolled over to the bed and tugged the blankets away from the blonde, leaving him barely covered by the sheet. He swallowed hard seeing all that pale, silky flesh exposed to his eyes - flesh that moments before had yielded so sweetly to teeth and fingers and lips.

Sanzo growled in irritation but didn’t bother covering himself again.

“Come on Princess, none of that now. I got a bath going. Sanzo,” he called, shaking the form slightly, “get up you lazy monk.”

But the blonde merely burrowed deeper into bed and ignored Gojyo.

Alright, if that’s the way you wanna play it, beautiful.

The redhead braced one knee on the bed and slid his arms under the sleeping monk. “Am I going to have to carry you across the threshold of the bathroom?” he murmured against golden hair.

Sanzo stirred in his arms, but only burrowed further, and ignored Gojyo completely.

“Kitten, is this what I should expect from you after every bout of mind-blowing sex?”

The blonde huffed in irritation but finally lifted his head. “Put me down,” he muttered gruffly.

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Gojyo mocked, moving into the bathroom with Sanzo in arms and setting him down inside the ready bathtub.

The monk had looked ready to smack the redhead but changed his mind and settled instead into the warm water with a pleased hum.

Crimson eyes glittered in amusement before joining the blonde in the water. He was more than a little pleased when the monk moved and settled in the vee of his legs reclining back against the redhead.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sanzo.” he murmured, mesmerized by the sight of all that pale flesh, glistening with droplets of water, glittering like the finest of diamonds against creamy silk. “How the hell did you manage to stay a virgin for so long - hell I was even your first kiss, wasn’t I?”

Sanzo scowled but didn’t refute the claim. He tipped his head back to rest on the redhead’s shoulder. “First, second, twenty-third . . . what the hell difference does it make?”

“It makes all the difference!” he hissed, surprising them both with his vehemence. He took a deep breath and ran apologetic hands over the blonde, holding him closer, then leaning forward and placing small kisses over Sanzo’s temple and cheekbones and ear.

“You are first,” the monk murmured quietly after several beats of silence, “in everything.”


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They’d had a great day that first time they’d tried going further than hurried gropes. Gojyo was going to be grateful to Hakkai for a long time to come for giving them those hours alone. After the bath, Sanzo had decided to try making dinner - try being the operative word. It had been an unmitigated disaster. They were lucky the fire department hadn’t been called.

Gojyo smiled as he remembered how furious Sanzo had been - anger used to disguise the disappointment; he was getting much better at reading his monk. So, he’d grabbed a plate and heaped a huge helping of the “food” onto it, sat down, and proceeded to eat all of it, despite Sanzo yelling at him that he was an idiot and that if he got food poisoning the blonde wasn’t going to so much as call an ambulance. Gojyo had finished the food anyway.

As soon as he’d polished off the plate the blonde had thrown his arms around him and kissed him senseless and then had dragged him off to bed where they’d had another great round of dry-humping.

Sure, he hadn’t actually fucked the blonde yet, but they’d get to that eventually. They weren’t in any great hurry, right? This wasn’t a race. Gojyo liked what they had. It was good - it was fucking perfect. Which made the argument they were currently having absolutely ridiculous as far as the redhead was concerned.

“Admit it, kappa.”

“You’re being an idiot, Sanzo.”

The blonde laughed bitterly, “you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. What, is it going to hurt your ego to back off now?”

“No, I just want to take it slow-”

“No, you just wont admit that you’re not really interested in guys and don’t want to fuck me,” the blonde spat, turning - intent on leaving.

“Don’t be a fool!” the redhead snarled, grabbing Sanzo and spinning him around. “Do you really think that I would have gone to all that trouble if I didn’t want sex?” Gojyo asked, gripping the blonde’s shoulders in an iron grip, fighting the urge to shake the blonde until he heard reason.

Something dark and fragile flitted through the monk’s eyes before Sanzo ducked his head, shielding his eyes from Gojyo’s prying gaze. “You’re right of course,” he said tonelessly, “why else would you do everything you did unless you wanted a good fuck?” the blonde laughed mirthlessly.

“Sanzo that isn’t what-”

“It’s time I paid up, don’t you think?”

“What-!?”

The redhead was cut off short as slim, powerful arms shot out and wound around his neck. He was sure the monk meant to strangle him. Instead a warm, supple body was pressed close to his as graceful fingers sifted through his hair - stroking his scalp.

“Sanzo you don’t-”

He broke off in a gasp as slender hips came into sudden and heated contact with his own and his semi-arousal nestled against the blonde’s belly. Shit.

He couldn’t think with the monk so close.

“Fuck me, Gojyo.” murmured peach lips before closing in on his own. “Don’t hold back this time. I want you inside of me.” A sweet agile tongue immediately sought purchase into his mouth and with a groan he yielded to the blonde’s insistence.

He fumbled for the door handle at his back and nearly sent them sprawling to the floor when he opened it, but Sanzo caught him before he could fall. The thank you barely manage to leave his lips before the monk’s were attached to them again.

He broke off the kiss, feeling suddenly ill at ease. “Sanzo, hold on a minute, just slow down-”

“No,” the blonde bit out, “stop stalling. I want this NOW.”

Gojyo sucked in a sharp breath as too-clever fingers stroked him through his jeans and another hand reached up to pull his head down and kiss him breathless once again.

Alright then, Gojyo decided, time to stop stalling.

He reached down and swept the blonde off his feet, making Sanzo jerk slightly in surprise but the monk didn’t comment.

He carried the monk to the bed and set him down, then quickly stripped, but hesitated just before getting into bed - the same feeling of wrongness that had tingled up his spine earlier was back - and stronger. He stepped back but the blonde grabbed his hand and moved into his arms, resting his head on the redhead’s shoulder.

“Fuck me Gojyo, just this once. It doesn’t have to be a regular thing, I know you only keep them for a screw or two,” the blonde whispered hotly in his ear.

The redhead swallowed, struggling to understand the words as warm, sweet breath washed over his senses. He frowned when he realized what the blonde was saying. “Sanzo, that isn’t how I-”

“No more talking, kappa,” Sanzo growled, shoving the redhead back on the bed. He rid himself of his clothes and straddle a gaping Gojyo before swooping down and stealing a kiss from the other man - a kiss unlike any they’d shared before. This one was rough and wild and filled with all the passion and none of the tenderness of any previous ones. Gojyo was about to protest when Sanzo began to ride him slowly, began to grind their cocks together in a slow long movement that was making Gojyo forget his own name and he couldn’t take it anymore!

He grabbed the blonde and pushed him to the center of the bed, swallowing hard when Sanzo parted his thighs and ran a hand sensuously down his own body until he’d reached his cock - long, flushed pink, and hard as marble - and began to pump slowly, arching his back and moaning loudly -his breaths coming in short gasps until Gojyo couldn’t stand to watch and not touch so he lunged forward.

And the redhead was suddenly there - pressing insistently against his entrance, nudging him slightly making Sanzo catch his breath and rub back against the head of Gojyo’s erection, causing them both to cry out.

Sanzo whimpered, desperately pulling Gojyo closer, needing the feel of the other man inside him - he was beyond caring about the pain, he just wanted that damned tingle of pleasure that promised paradise to be satiated. And he wanted Gojyo to make him bleed, to make it hurt, to make it rough because he wanted the reminder - he wanted his body never to forget this even as he couldn’t understand his own frenzied need.

But the redhead pulled back, ignoring Sanzo’s mewls of protest and reached to the nightstand, pulling out the lube and spreading some on himself generously.

Sanzo watched, his breathing erratic, and his heart fluttering in his throat.

The redhead leaned over Sanzo once again, position himself, groaning at the feel of the warmth between the blonde’s thighs and then he was ready and he steeled himself to go slowly, to remember this was Sanzo’s first time experiencing this. He locked eyes with amethyst and pushed and sheathed himself in such perfect heat and tightness that he forced himself to pause before his control was completely shot.

Except Sanzo wasn’t helping - the blonde was moaning and wriggling underneath him, determined to drive him out of his mind and he grasped at pale slick hips to keep the monk from impaling himself then thrust forward and buried himself to the hilt - so deep that Sanzo gasped and arched and whimpered and pleaded with him to MOVE!

The redhead groaned at the silk incasing him and pulled out to thrust back in shallowly wanting to make sure Sanzo was ready, but the blonde removed all doubt by grasping the redhead’s ass and yanking him closer so that he was fully inside of the monk and his control shattered and he snapped his hips forward driving into Sanzo relentlessly.

“Gojyo!” the blonde gasped out, writhing under the feel of the other man, the bone-deep sensation of rightness as the redhead surged within him once again, as thighs strained together. Each stroke of Gojyo inside him weakened his defenses - was an assault on his already faltering barrier and Sanzo broke - he couldn’t deny it anymore, couldn’t hope it would disappear, and couldn’t keep it to himself anymore. “Gojyo,” he whispered achingly, eyes locking with crimson, “I lo-”

His heart stopped, and his breath caught in his throat as those stunning ruby eyes flinched from his and the redhead dropped his gaze. Sanzo swallowed hard - fighting the agony tearing at his soul. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, not touching Gojyo anymore, fisting his hands in the sheet and turning his face away from the man inside of him. He’d known, of course he’d known, but still he hadn’t been able to deny the need to be near the redhead - so he’d gone to him, even knowing the inevitable pain that would result.

He felt Gojyo speed up, felt the swell of that erection inside of him and moaned when the redhead’s seed flooded his insides and it was unlike anything he’d expected and he’d never felt more connected to another human being in his life - which was ironic because as soon as Gojyo had finished coming inside of him he left. Gathered his clothes as fast as possible and left. Sanzo resisted the urge to laugh maniacally, he wasn’t sure at this point that it wouldn’t turn into something else. He smiled instead - a bitter twist of the lips.

So, Gojyo apparently hadn’t found that encounter very satisfying judging from how quickly he’d made his escape. Hell, the man hadn’t even been able to look Sanzo in the eyes while taking him.

The blonde draped an arm over his eyes, ignoring the moistness - it was just sweat, after all - licking his suddenly dry lips and wondering what to do. He couldn’t live in the same house as the kappa anymore, that was too masochistic even for him. Leave? Things were going to be become very awkward with him and the redhead if he stayed. Goku could always remain behind - the chimp had been jumping off the walls when he’d heard he’d be starting school, Sanzo couldn’t very well pull him out now. Besides, the monkey and Hakkai had become friends so the blonde knew Goku wouldn’t mind staying and Hakkai would keep an eye on him, not that Goku really needed it - hell even the kappa would look after him.

Sanzo almost groaned at reminding himself of the redhead. I can still feel him, he realized, his throat constricting, I can feel him inside me.

He struggled to breathe - a wedge seeming to have formed in his throat making it difficult. His eyes stung harshly and fresh moisture spread across his arm and ran in rivulets down his cheeks.

Sweat, just sweat, he assured himself.

He wondered if it would be so easy to convince his soul that a piece of it wasn’t missing.


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Oh, I hate doing that to Sanzo - poor baby =(

jedaquia: *goes in search of chocolate fudge ice cream* my favorite ice cream flavor is now officially chocolate fudge ^_^ I’ll think of Gojyo and Sanzo every single time I have it *sigh* it’s heaven ^_~

lady malynn: I don’t think it’d be a good idea for me to get a pretty redhead for a nurse - I’d never want to get better ^_^” But al least I wouldn’t hate going to the doctor anymore ^_^

KakashiSanzo5790: Thank you so much for going to the trouble of e-mailing me when mm wasn’t working - I’ll have you know that it was such a pleasant surprise that it got my muses twitching happily and they helped me out ^_^ Great to know that you’re still following the story, although I’m almost sad that it’s ending because I wont get to look forward to your reviews anymore =( But let’s be positive: One more to go! Yay! ^_^


Well, how was it? Let me know what you thought, and I’ll see you for the next chappie ^_^