Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Counterfeit Life ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 2 )

Warning: This story is NC-17 because it contains foul language, explicit sex, and generalized adult themes.

 

This story will also contain YAOI… MAN-ON-MAN SEX… don't like it… fine… just go elsewhere.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki… they belong to Kazuya Minekura, and she is a lucky lucky lady… I do however own the song addiction, and any original characters.

 

Side notes: I'm well aware that the first few chapters need a lot of work, but this story started out as a plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone, and was distracting me from the story I was working on at that time. I started writing it half-heartedly, to be free of the pest once and for all. Unfortunately, I fell in love with this story, and ended up devoting every spare moment to getting to the finish line, so to speak. I have yet to be able to rework the first 2 chapters. I've tried, and failed miserably. Someday that will change, but for now… it is what it is. I just hope you'll give the story a chance.

 

Plot: This story is AU, and takes place in present day New York… Oh and don't be surprised if the characters are OOC, because I decided to create a more emotional side to both of the main characters, to push the story along.

 

Also: This story hasn't been beta read, but I'm fairly anal about revision and spell check and the like, so there should be very few grammatical errors. Hopefully none, but one never knows.

 

Please read and review as I can use all the help I can get. I'd appreciate any suggestions. Anywho, I hope you like it.

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Chapter 1: Ghost

Three Years Ago…

Sanzo's POV…

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Three weeks… three incredibly long weeks. That's how long he'd been coming to Decadence. He'd show up, sit in the VIP section, drink several martinis, very dirty, and wait. Sadly, the lithe form that haunted his dreams hadn't made another appearance. On his first trip to Decadence, just three weeks ago, he'd stopped in on a whim, and now it seemed he couldn't escape. Just about every face he'd seen that first night had appeared again and again, which led him to believe most of these people were regulars.

 

He actually felt pretty pathetic. He was here every night, getting no sleep, and slacking off at work, just so he could meet some guy, who could in fact, turn out to be a real bastard. I'm Sanzo Douji for Christ sake… he was filthy rich, good-looking, and came from a very important family… I could have anyone I want… instead I'm chasing a phantom. What the hell is wrong with me?

 

What surprised him even more, was that he'd never been this fixated on a woman. He knew he wasn't straight, but he'd never perceived himself as gay either. He just figured he was some sort of asexual, doomed to never be attracted to anyone, for the rest of his life. He'd had relationships, and did all the things necessary to make them successful, just like his family's business. Unfortunately, when it came time to make things permanent, he'd never been willing to settle. He wanted a wife he truly loved and desired. He didn't want to pretend, so he just made up some stupid excuse, and moved on.

 

He most definitely wasn't a virgin, but sex had never interested him in any way, shape, or form. Then he started having erotic dreams about some guy he didn't even know. Some guy he'd see out on the dance floor, while on his way out the door. Just thinking about the dreams, after the fact, left his pants uncomfortably tight and his body on red alert. That had never happened before. Even when it came to sex, it took him forever to get up, and he rarely finished. As always, his curiosity got the best of him, and it was time he fixed that little flaw. This whole thing is nuts! What the hell am I doing here?

 

He stood up stiffly, angry with his own stupidity, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the stairs. As he passed the one-sided mirror, crimson locks caught his eye, and he took a closer look. Oh shit… it's him… he's actually here… For a few days he'd been wondering if he was crazy, and the redhead was nothing more than a figment of his imagination, but he was real, and he was here, in all his mouth-watering glory.

 

“Leaving so soon, Mr. Douji?” Kaiga asked.

“No, as a matter of fact, I'd like you to invite that gentleman to join me.”

“Which one, Sir?”

“Him,” he said pointing to the sexy redhead.

“Oh, Gojyo.”

“Is that his name?”

“Yes, Sir. I'll go extend your invitation.”

“Thank you.”

 

Sanzo settled into the red leather couch, and watched from behind the one-sided mirror. He wanted to look relaxed and comfortable, even though he was ridiculously nervous. Kaiga weaved through the crowd, and approached the redhead. Gojyo, he reminded himself. They spoke for a minute, and Gojyo looked up at the mirror. For a moment Sanzo flinched, but remembered that he couldn't be seen. Gojyo waved Kaiga off, and Sanzo frowned. Did he just refuse?

 

Kaiga leaned over Gojyo's ear, and whispered something. His eyes widened, and he wobbled on his stool at the bar. The redhead stated something emphatically, and set his glass down on the bar. He stood up, brushed himself off, ran his fingers over his hair, and straightened his shirt. He picked up his drink, and moved towards the stairs that led into the VIP section.

 

Sanzo was practically salivating at the thought of being alone with the man who had captured his dreams. Of course, he was nervous as all hell, and even though he was trying to be calm, his heart was pounding in his chest, his breath falling out in short pants.

 

Sanzo crossed one leg over the other, extended his right arm along the back of the couch, and took a sip of his martini. When Gojyo walked around the corner, he was setting his glass back on the table. He looked up, and they made eye contact through the hair hanging in his face. At that very moment he felt a jolt in his heart, and knew everything was going to be different this time around…

 

Gojyo's POV…

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Gojyo strolled into Decadence, and smiled. He was looking fine as hell, the beat was pumping, and the crowd looked very promising. It just didn't get much better then that. He strolled over to the bar, and took a seat. It had been a few weeks, since he'd allowed someone to warm his bed for the evening, or a few days, and it had been far too long. Loneliness has a way of creeping up on you when you least expect it, and for him, the days when it didn't were becoming less and less frequent.

 

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure,” Gojyo replied. “Whiskey, straight.”

“Coming right up.”

 

I've only been here for five minutes, and I've already had three drink offers… I knew these leather pants were the way to go. It's going to be a great night.

 

Gojyo felt someone tap his shoulder, and turned around. “Kaiga, what's up?”

“Doing well, Gojyo. May I buy you a drink?”

“What do you want?”

“What makes you think I want something?”

“You're trying to butter me up with a free drink.”

“I simply wish to extend an invitation to you.”

“An invitation for what?” he said cautiously.

“You've been invited to join one of our customers in VIP.”

 

VIP? Really?

 

“I don't think so,” he said.

“But, Gojyo…”

“What's the big deal?”

 

Then again, it's not every dayI get invited into the inner sanctum… Getting into the VIP section at Decadence meant you were somebody. Not that Gojyo wasn't somebody, he was a bit of a local celebrity, but the VIP was for guys higher up then he could ever hope to be.

 

“Mr. Douji… would really enjoy the pleasure of your company.”

“I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. Who?” he said glancing up at the mirror, as he took a sip of his drink.

Kaiga leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Sanzo Douji.”

Gojyo's eyes flew out of his head, and he choked on his whiskey. “You can't be serious.”

“I assure you, thee Sanzo Douji, has invited you to join him for a drink.”

 

Seriously?!? Hmmm… could be interesting… Well only one way to find out…

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, grabbed his drink, and made his way over to the steps that lead to the VIP section, Kaiga at his side. He made his way up the stairs, and around the corner. He looked into the room and found golden tresses staring him in the face. The head moved up, and two violet eyes reached across the room, and drew him in. I'm in big trouble this time…

 

“Hi, I'm Sanzo,” a velvety smooth voice whispered modestly. “Ummm… Please have a seat. Would you like something to eat? Drink?”

 

“Ummm… Not at the moment, thanks,” Gojyo replied. He moved over to the red leather couch and took a seat just about as far away as he could sit. I can't believe he bothered to introduce himself. As if every person in here tonight doesn't already know who he is…

 

“Well, let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay,” he replied, his eyes staring into his drink.

“Would you mind telling me your name?” he asked, even though he already knew.

“Oh, I'm sorry. You can call me Gojyo.”

“Well, Gojyo,” he said reaching out his hand, “It's nice to meet you.”

Taking his hand, Gojyo replied, “It's a pleasure to meet you too.”

 

He's so polite and genuine, Gojyo thought, more then a little surprised.He's classy, and he's got manners, and that suit… Gojyo almost frowned at his own clothes because of the glaringly obvious division…must cost thousands…

 

Silence fell over them, and he watched the other man out of the corner of his eye. He drank in the flawless profile, and watched Sanzo's hands fold and unfold in his lap. His body couldn't help but respond to the appealing features of the man next to him. He could feel tingles spreading through his body like wild fire, and it only served to make him even more nervous. He was starting to wonder why he'd thought this was a good idea.

 

“Gojyo?”

“Yeah?” he said turning his head.

 

“You must forgive me. I'm not really sure what to say. This isn't something I usually do, and I find that I'm incredibly nervous at the moment.”

 

What could he possibly have to be nervous about?

 

“What isn't something you usually do?”

 

“A lot of things. Go to clubs to meet people. Invite someone I don't know to join me for a drink. Find myself at a loss for words… Take your pick.”

 

“So what are you nervous about?” he asked curiously.

“Being alone in a room with you, of course,” was the matter of fact reply.

“What?!? Why?!?” he asked with shock and a little confusion.

 

Shouldn't it be the other way around?

 

“Well, I must admit, I'm very intrigued by you. I wanted to get to know you. If that makes you uneasy, my apologies.”

 

“What…”

“I saw you here a few weeks ago, and I've been hoping you might return.”

“Ummm…”

 

This can't be happening to me… Sanzo Douji… THEE fucking Sanzo Douji…

 

“I've made you uncomfortable, haven't I? I'm very sorry. I'll go. Please order whatever you like, they can charge my account. My deepest apologies.” Sanzo stood, grabbed his jacket, and made his way towards the stairs. Where's he going? With panic Gojyo realized he'd been stuck in his own thoughts far too long.

 

Now or never…

 

Gojyo stood, grabbed Sanzo's left wrist, and pulled him flush against his chest. Sanzo's other hand fell to his hip, and their lips were inches apart. The blondes tongue flicked out to moisten his bottom lip, and Gojyo smiled, “I'm nervous too, but I don't want you to leave. As a matter of fact…”

 

“Yes…” he said, almost soundlessly.

“I'd like to get to know you too.”

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This is nuts… I can't believe I'm going to his apartment for dinner. It's probably not a good idea. If I'm not careful I'm going to find myself in big trouble here… The trouble he was referring to, of course, was love. He'd known it the second he made eye contact with Sanzo. He was going to fall hard and fast, and he didn't have any brakes.

 

The first night, had been awkward in the beginning, but after that, it turned out they had a lot in common. They both loved art, enjoyed the same books and movies, and Sanzo even happened to own one of his bands CDs. That had really been a surprise. Somehow, he didn't seem the type, but apparently, he'd seen it at Temple Records, and the cover art had called to his artist's eye, or at least that's the way he had explained it.

 

Since then they'd had coffee, or dinner, several times, but it had never gone beyond that. He'd been waiting for Sanzo to make a move, but that seemed a long time coming. He was starting to think Sanzo's interest in him was purely platonic, but then he'd invited him over for dinner. A dinner Gojyo hoped had romantic intentions.

 

This might be the night… God I hope so… I can't wait much longer… just thinking about him… and forget about being in the same room as him… it's almost unbearable… He tried to calm himself before the erotic images in his mind over-whelmed him, and he had a real problem to solve. He looked at himself in the mirror and told himself for the thousandth time, that he didn't care what the outcome of this night, or his relationship with Sanzo was. It's no big deal, right? No great loss, he told himself, as he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, then almost groaned out loud at his lame attempts to lie to himself.

 

Originally he'd been interested because of the family name, and all it entailed. Of course, the gorgeous eyes, chiseled jaw, and perfect body had helped. But now that he'd gotten to know the other man, he found himself being drawn in. Sanzo had turned out to be far more then he'd ever thought possible. Regardless of his upbringing, Gojyo found him to be humble, and despite his hard edges, very kind.

 

The phone next to his hand rang, and his heart almost flew out of his chest. Better not be calling to cancel… That had happened a few times too, but Sanzo was a busy man, and sometimes things come up.

 

“Hello?”

“Gojyo…”

“Kai…” he said and let out a sigh of relief. “What's up?”

“Not much. Ummm… you got any plans tonight?”

“Why?”

“My date has somehow become a double date, and I need…”

“Can't! I have dinner plans.”

“With?”

“No one.”

“Ah, the mystery man. When do I get to meet him?”

 

He knows me so well, Gojyo thought with a small frown.

 

“When I know if this is going someplace or not.”

“Okay…”

“Besides, you might be a bit much for him.”

Hakkai laughed, “Right, because I'm such a loud mouth.”

 

Gojyo smiled at his silent, and forever polite best friend through the phone. “Hate to cut this short, but I have to finish getting ready. I'm leaving in twenty minutes.”

 

“Alright. Have fun.”

“I always do. Talk to you later,” he said, and hung up.

 

Since Sanzo lived in Upper Manhattan, he opted for understated sexy. He didn't want to show up looking like a prostitute. He pulled on a pair of black slacks that were snug in all the right places. He threw on a red button down shirt that matched his eyes perfectly, and left it un-tucked. A pendant hung from a chain, that was tight around his neck, and had a trail of chain hanging down into his shirt. With the top buttons unbuttoned, you could catch small glimpses of it.

 

Well that should peak his curiosity… I hope…

 

He slid a tube of lube into his pants pocket with a hopeful smile. He grabbed his black leather jacket, wrapped it around himself, and bounced down the stairs. When he got halfway down the stairs, he realized that he forgot the bottle of wine he'd bought, especially for this occasion. It had cost him quite a bit of his savings, and even though he was sure Sanzo had wine, he wanted to bring something. So, he went back upstairs, grabbed the bottle, and went back outside to catch a cab.