Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Counterfeit Life ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 3 )

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.

 

I'M STATING THIS HERE AND NOW FOR ALL READERS TO SEE…

 

IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 17, OR ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE IDEA OF MAN-ON-MAN SEX PLEASE MOVE ALONG TO ANOTHER STORY. FROM HERE ON OUT… THERE'S SEXUAL CONTENT IN JUST ABOUT EVERY CHAPTER. THANK YOU!

 

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 2: Unleashed

Sanzo's POV…

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“I have a business associate coming by for dinner tonight,” he said to the doorman.

“What time, Sir?”

“Nine o'clock.”

“The name?”

“Gojyo Taishou.”

“I'll mark it down in the book, Sir.”

“Thank you,” he said and hung up.

 

Okay, he should be here in an hour. I better check the food…

 

He went into the kitchen to check on the Coq Au Vin. He pushed the vegetables aside, and added the chicken to brown. He set the timer for five minutes, and went into his bedroom to change.

 

He always sees me in suits… maybe I should dress down… look relaxed… He grabbed a pair of jeans, and paired them with a black v-neck knit sweater. His long hair was pulled back from his face, to protect the food, but he wanted it down, so he pulled the hair tie out, and ran a brush through his mid-back length sunshine locks. He pulled off his family ring and the watch his father had given him, and put them in his jewelry case.

 

He'd been waiting patiently for Gojyo to make a move, but he'd never even hinted at anything beyond a platonic relationship. The possibility of that being the case tore at Sanzo's heart for a reason he couldn't explain. He wasn't sure he was comfortable being the one to make the first move, but if that's what it would take to move their relationship forward… If Gojyo even sees me that way… he would do it. Even though he would be embarrassed to admit he'd never been with a man before.

 

Tonight might truly be the night, and he could hardly contain his expectations. He'd never looked forward to having sex with someone before, and the waiting was killing him. He wondered if, like all the other times, he would be left unsatisfied. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, and speculated, but only in a vague sense, what his father would think.

 

He poured himself a glass of Brandy, and looked over the shrimp puffs and stuffed mushrooms. I think I might be trying too hard… He debated getting rid of one of the appetizers, but before he could make up his mind the buzzer in the kitchen went off. He twisted the knob to silence the buzzing timer, and checked on dinner. The chicken had browned evenly, so all he had left to do was let it simmer for an hour, and prepare the salad.

 

Since he wasn't crafty enough to chop his own salad, he bought one in a bag, tossed it in a bowl, and added some sliced tomatoes and cucumbers. He put it on the center of the dining room table, along with vinaigrette dressing. He went to pour himself another drink, but there was a knock on the door.

 

He put his empty glass in the dishwasher, and smoothed his hair. Everything is in order, he thought looking around his apartment quickly. He walked over and opened his front door. “Hi. I'm a little early, but I come bearing gifts,” Gojyo said.

 

“Thank you. Come in.”

 

“You told me you had a thing for red wine, and I heard this was a good year, so here.” Gojyo explained while taking off his jacket.

 

“A 2004 Barbaresco…”

“Is something wrong?”

“Gojyo, this wine is very expensive. You didn't have to do this.”

 

“You always pay for me when we go out, and now you're cooking for me too. I just wanted to do something nice for you. So enjoy it.”

 

“I assure you I will. This happens to be a particularly good year, plus the thought behind the gift will only add to my enjoyment. Thank you. Why don't you have a seat in the living room, and I'll bring out some glasses.”

 

“Okay, ummm… which…”

 

“That way,” Sanzo said pointing to the hallway on the left, and went to retrieve wine glasses. Oh… this is a very nice gift! A three hundred dollar gift, he reminded himself with a frown. I wish he hadn't… he doesn't have much to begin with…

 

When Sanzo moved into the living room, he found Gojyo relaxed on the black camel back sofa, a shrimp puff in one hand, and a curious look on his face. He bit into the shrimp puff, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head with delight. “Sanzo, these are excellent.”

 

“Thank you. I made them myself. Your wine,” he said, handing him a glass.

 

“Thank you.” Gojyo took a sip, and his eyes smiled again. “I don't know much about wine, but this is good. Aren't you going to sit?”

 

“Oh, yes, of course.”

“So what's for dinner?”

“Coq Au Vin.”

“What's that?” Gojyo asked suspiciously.

“Chicken and vegetables cooked in sherry or wine. It's quite good.”

“Better then these?” Gojyo asked grabbing another shrimp puff, and taking a satisfied bite.

Sanzo laughed, and all the tension flowed from his shoulders. “Probably not, but I tried.”

“Well that's all that matters.”

 

Sanzo served them both, and they sat down at his dining room table to enjoy the meal he'd spent nearly all day preparing. He waited eagerly for Gojyo to take a bite, but he merely raised his glass. “A toast?”

 

“To what?” Sanzo asked.

“To… Decadence,” Gojyo said airily.

“Yes… and… to new friends…”

 

“Very good friends,” Gojyo replied with a mischievous smile that bordered on seductive, with a hint of innocence, and then took a sip.

 

Sanzo took a sip as well, and smiled to himself. Tonight is going to be very interesting…

 

Gojyo looked down at his food, and took a bite. His taste buds danced, and he smiled. “Sanzo, this is great. You're an excellent cook.”

 

“Thank you,” he said, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

 

After that dinner went by quickly, as they talked into the night. It amazed Sanzo how many things they had in common. Perhaps he truly wasn't meant for the corporate high life, but that was all he'd ever known. Not to mention, if he left, his father wouldn't be pleased, and Shuuei Douji, was someone you wanted to keep happy.

 

When dinner was over Gojyo offered to help with the dishes, and he didn't refuse. They joined each other at the sink, he washed, and Gojyo dried. He could smell Gojyo's cologne, and it titillated his senses. Never before had he desired someone in such a way, and he found himself ready to burst at the seams.

 

Gojyo's POV…

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Gojyo dried the last dish, and placed it in the rack. When he turned around, he found himself face to face, nose to nose and chest to chest with Sanzo. The violet eyes that haunted his dreams were hungry, and it thrilled him, sending little sparks through his body. So he wants me as much as I want him… that's good to know… for a while there I thought I might be losing my touch…

 

Gojyo leaned in and pressed his lips to Sanzo's. His tongue flitted out to caress his lips, begging entrance. Once granted his tongue slipped in, and explored the moist cavern before him. His hands traveled down to Sanzo's hips, pulling them together, as pale fingers grasped the back of his neck.

 

He backed Sanzo into the counter and rolled his hips, rubbing their erections together, and Sanzo groaned in approval. Gojyo smiled against his lips and pulled back to look his soon to be lover in the eyes. “You know… I was starting to think you weren't interested.”

 

“I can assure you, that's not the case at all,” Sanzo said, trying to catch his breath.

“Apparently,” Gojyo stated, then brushed their erections together again for emphasis.

 

Gojyo was tired of talking. He pushed his thigh between Sanzo's legs, and kissed his lips again. This time they opened automatically, and his tongue dove in, plundering passionately. Sanzo made a whimper in the back of his throat, and pushed himself shamelessly against Gojyo's thigh, relishing the friction.

 

Gojyo pulled back, his tongue running up Sanzo's neck, then ear, and whispered, “Fuck me…” Sanzo put some distance between then, violet orbs meeting crimson irises briefly, before they turned away, and he frowned. “What's wrong?”

 

“I've uh… never…” Sanzo stuttered helplessly.

“You're a virgin?” Gojyo asked disbelieving.

“No… ummm… not at all. I've just never…”

“Been with a guy before, right?” Gojyo said with a sigh.

“Yes…”

“I knew this was too good to be true,” Gojyo mumbled softly as he pulled back.

 

“It's not like that, Gojyo. I've never been with a man, because I've never had the desire to be. As a matter of fact, you're the only person, either male or female, that I have ever desired in a sexual way.”

 

“But you're not a virgin?”

“No.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“When you're in a relationship, certain things are expected of you…”

“And?”

“And I did them, regardless of whether or not I took any pleasure from it.”

“Seriously?”

 

“Yes… I'm... I… I should have told you all this sooner.” This is… crazy… “I know that now. But now you understand why I pursued you, even though I'd never spoken two words to you. You stirred something in me that no one else has ever touched. And I…”

 

“It's fine.” Gojyo said, and took his lips once more in a fevered kiss.

 

“I've wanted you so badly since the first time I saw you. You've haunted my dreams for weeks, and I want nothing more than for this to happen. Please, Gojyo…”

 

Gojyo growled at the silent plea, and pushed Sanzo back against the island. He was so far gone at this point, that there was no way around it. His hands fell to the hem of Sanzo's sweater, and pulled the soft material from his skin. Rough fingers traced down the sculpted chest before him, and moved lower, fingernails running along the ridges of sinewy muscle, to squeeze Sanzo's clothed erection.

 

His lips burned a trail down pale skin, and made their way to a rosy nipple. Lips and teeth suckled and teased them both into peeks, while skillful fingers undid the button and zipper blocking his path. He looked up, and Sanzo was watching him with wide eyes, filled with lust and anticipation. Sanzo kicked off his shoes, and Gojyo pushed his pants and boxers down his legs, setting his thick dripping sex free.

 

He unbuttoned his shirt and pants, kissed the blonde once more, and began his torturously slow decent. When he got to his destination, gentle fingers stroked Sanzo lovingly, caressing the head. When a pearl appeared, Gojyo licked it from the tip, and enveloped Sanzo to the hilt. Sanzo groaned in approval and his hips snapped forward, trying to bury himself in that moist heat, as Gojyo's tongue slithered around his cock, and gentle teeth scraped his length.

 

While his tongue and lips worked their magic, Gojyo coated his fingers, and pressed one digit inside Sanzo's opening. Sanzo gave a whimper at the sensation, so Gojyo moved his tongue to the sensitive underside, and lapped at him there, trying to distract him. Once the first finger could move freely, he added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch the virgin opening.

 

Gojyo looked up at the picture his lover made. His hips pushing down against the fingers working inside him wantonly, teeth grazing his own lip, whimpering in both pleasure and pain, thighs shaking with the intensity of his longing, and sweat coating the skin of his perfect abs. Gojyo found it hard to breathe, as sweat dampened golden strands were shook from his neck.

 

Does he have any idea how sexy he is?, Gojyo thought as fingers buried themselves in his crimson locks. Since Sanzo had never been with a man before, and had supposedly never been sexually attracted to anyone, Gojyo wanted this experience to be mind-blowing for him. Because if he pleasured Sanzo like no one else ever had, or could, then they'd be together… forever… That thought threatened to stop his heart in his chest, but he pushed it away. He could think about `that' later.

 

He stroked deeply, finding that one spot. When two fingers tickled it lightly, Sanzo gave a surprised rasp, and his head flew back, a low mewl catching in his throat. When Sanzo was ready for the third finger he took him all the way into the back of his throat, and hummed over the tip, while he pressed against his prostate. Sanzo's body tightened, his back arched, and Gojyo sucked him furiously, purring once more. Sanzo moaned a broken version of his lovers name, and his hips slammed forward, seed filling Gojyo's eagerly waiting mouth. Gojyo pulled his hand back and smiled.

 

Sanzo's POV…

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I have never felt anything like that… It was… It was…

 

He tried,but he couldn't think of a single word that could describe how he felt at this very moment. How do you explain the colors of a sunrise, or the view from the tallest peakof a mountain, or the vastness of the ocean, with just one word? The answer is simple, it's impossible. There aren't enough words, or maybe just not the right words, in existence. Not in English, Japanese, French, of any other language. Just like words could never be enough to explain what was rippling under his skin. But while he wasn't sure what to call the feelings flowing through him, he was certain that he liked them, and he never wanted them to go away.

 

Gojyo stood up, and pressed his lips against Sanzo's. He could taste himself in his lovers mouth, and it thrilled him. He watched Gojyo pull a small tube of lube from his back pocket, and place it on the counter. He pushed his pants down his lithe form, and pulled them off. Sanzo pushed the shirt from his shoulders, his teeth taking the opportunity to nip the pulse thumping beneath Gojyo's skin, and was rewarded with a harsh pant. Searing eyes pulled him in, and blood rushed to his half-mast erection.

 

Gojyo's shoulders moved, and drew his attention south. His eyes wandered down tan skin slowly until he found Gojyo's length. He was thick and long, darkened with the yearning flooding his veins, and glistening with moisture. He watched with rapt attention as Gojyo stroked himself a few times, eyes flowing over Sanzo's body hungrily. He ran his thumb over the tip, grabbed the lube, and liberally coated his erection.

 

“Turn around,” a lust roughened voice commanded, and he obeyed. No one but his father had ever dared to tell him what to do, and he was surprised by how much it turned him on. He loved it. A hand landed between his shoulder blades, and he found himself cheek down on the ceramic tile of the island in the center of his kitchen. The tiles were frigid against his skin, sending ripples of bliss through his over heating body.

 

Gojyo kicked his knees apart, one of his hands gripped Sanzo's hip, the other pressed the tip of his erection against Sanzo's entrance, circling, and tickling, but it never slipped in. The needy groan that fell from Sanzo's lips surprised them both, and Gojyo gave in. He pushed himself inside, just beyond the pucker, giving him time to adjust.

 

Sanzo choked back a cry, as his body trembled at the pulsing invasion, his teeth biting into his own lip. Gojyo leaned forward and pressed himself to the man beneath him. Gentle teeth nibbled Sanzo's ear, and he purred in response. “Relax baby…” Gojyo panted, his breath brushing the sensitive skin behind Sanzo's ear. When he pulled back, his hands rubbed slow soothing circles over the expanse of silken skin laid out before him.

 

Sanzo pushed his hips back, taking Gojyo into his velvety heat until his ass pressed against Gojyo's hips. Gojyo stiffened in astonishment, and his breaths came out in strangled gasps, as he folded over on-top of Sanzo, the feeling of clenching heat almost too much to bare. He felt like he could come at any moment, and they'd barely even begun.

 

“God Sanzo… you're so tight… feels so…” Gojyo said as his fingers played with long sunshine locks. Hands stroking Sanzo's back as he pulled away. Sanzo mourned the loss of heat against his skin, until tender nips fell along the back of his neck and shoulders.

 

Gojyo gripped Sanzo's hips, withdrew, and rolled his hips as he pushed back in slowly. Sanzo moaned as his prostate was grazed. Gojyo retreated again, and slid in, setting a slow pace, his nails digging into Sanzo's hips, in an effort to keep his movements controlled. His erection pressed against Sanzo's prostate a second time, and Sanzo shuddered. “…More…” he pleaded with the redhead.

 

Gojyo pushed his hips forward, giving a deeper, harder thrust. Sanzo pushed his hips back lightly, meeting him halfway, and groaned at the pressure on his prostate. “Gojyo…” he moaned “…Harder… Please…” Those were the two little words Gojyo had been waiting and praying for. Without a second thought, he slammed his hips forward pushing Sanzo into the counter harshly. His hips snapped back and forth as he picked up his pace, without ever giving up an ounce of the strength in his strokes.

 

Sanzo writhed beneath him, driving his hips back to meet every thrust. He flung his hair out of his face, and turned his head to watch Gojyo ram into him, and realized that while the redhead was taking his body, he was also taking his soul. The idea thrilled him, and using the island for leverage, he slammed his hips back even harder.

 

Gojyo caught those violet eyes watching him, with a look that unleashed some sort of primal instinct within him. He gripped Sanzo's long strands, pulling the other man to meet him. He kissed him forcefully, in a way that told Sanzo he belonged to Gojyo now. Then he pushed Sanzo back down onto the cool ceramic, and pounded into him mercilessly with unnatural speed, taking possession of everything that Sanzo had to offer.

 

Sanzo was swept away in the intensity of his lovers passion. Each thrust jarred him forward, and he fought to keep up. With each push moist palms slid across the counter, and nails chipped away at the ceramic as his hips were pulled back. The steady beat of sweaty skin slapping together echoed in his quiet home.

 

Something about this man lit his heart and soul on fire, and he could feel himself getting closer to his release. A compulsion over took him, “Gojyo,” he whimpered, “Touch me…” Gojyo wrapped his hand around Sanzo's dripping erection, and stroked in time with his thrusts.

 

Gojyo angled his hips to hit Sanzo's pleasure center with every plunge. Sanzo's whole body shook with his oncoming climax. His back arched, and his nails dug into the island. He was teetering on the edge, but his release didn't come. He realized belatedly that Gojyo had stopped moving. He tried to push back, desperately seeking his release, but Gojyo held him firmly in place. He looked to the man in question and gulped at those blazing burgundy eyes.

 

“Who do you belong to?”

“Wha…”

 

Gojyo gave a particularly hard thrust, and Sanzo moaned as Gojyo's thick cock slammed into his prostate. “Who… do… you… belong… to?” Gojyo grit out, and then resumed his viscous thrusts.

 

“You… Gojyo… you…” Gojyo gave a grunt of approval, and reached around his lovers body to grasp his neglected erection and spread the pearl from its tip. With a strong grip he drew against Sanzo's length, all the while, his hips continuing to piston into the blonde. Sanzo could feel Gojyo's pulsating erection pressing his prostate on every stroke, with bruising strength. He felt that tightening in his balls, and his inner coil vibrated with anticipation.

 

Gojyo folded over his lover and growled, “Come for me, Sanzo. Now!” His body quivered, white flashed behind his eyes, and he came, his seed splashing the cabinets, and his lovers hand. Gojyo's thrusts were losing their fluidity, and Sanzo knew he wasn't far behind. As the intensity of his orgasm spread through his whole body, he almost collapsed to the ground.

 

Gojyo caught him in his arms, pulling him to his chest. He continued to thrust as Sanzo clamped down around him like a vice. Sanzo's body tore his release from him, as he bit down roughly on the man in his arms, between neck and shoulder. Sanzo gave a yelp at the ferocity of the bite, as he felt Gojyo's seed flooding his insides. It left him feeling filled like he'd never felt before. Gojyo's thrusts slowed as he rode out the final shudders of his release.

 

They slid to the floor, Gojyo laying on top of Sanzo, their bodies still entwined. Gojyo caught the bite mark on Sanzo's shoulder and frowned. “I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I've never been that rough before. Ever!”

 

Sanzo pushed red fringe bangs out of his eyes and smiled, “It's okay. I enjoyed it.”

“But…”

 

Sanzo shushed him with a kiss. “It's okay. Really. That was the most amazing experience of my life. So please, don't apologize,” he said soothingly, and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. “Besides, I'd rather you do this,” he said as he ran pale fingers over the wound, “then piss on my leg.”

 

Gojyo laughed, and pulled out of the blonde as gently as possible, then rolled to the floor next to him. Sanzo grimaced silently at the sting left behind by his withdrawal, both physical, and emotional. He felt strangely empty somehow. He moved to his feet slowly, pulled Gojyo up by his hand, and led the redhead into his bedroom.

 

There was no way the redhead was leaving tonight. He pulled the covers over them, and Gojyo nuzzled against his chest. He could feel tiny shallow breaths against his skin, and knew the younger man was asleep. This felt right, and Sanzo wanted him to stay forever.

 

And it didn't really matter what his father thought…

 

Or so he told himself…