Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Counterfeit Life ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 4 )

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.

 

Sidenotes: 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 3: Addiction

Gojyo's POV…

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Gojyo looked over his apartment one more time, and smiled. Everything was neat and clean, and in it's proper place. Sanzo was coming over later tonight, and even though they'd already been together almost a year, he was nervous. Sanzo had been over at least a hundred times, but he'd said there was something he wanted to talk about. Well it's either good news, or bad news… God I hope it's good news…

 

Gojyo plopped down at his vanity, and worked some pomade through his hair. He dabbed his fingertips into some hair paste, and began to finger style his hair. When he liked the results, he sprayed some hairspray over it, and smiled. He looked at the clock, and moved it into high gear. He quickly grabbed a pair of ragged jeans, with so many holes, he might as well be naked, and slid them over his lean legs. A studded belt with a star shaped belt buckle was next. He looked through his closet and pulled out two shirts. He looked at them both in the mirror, and tossing one back into his closet, pulled a long sleeve fishnet, mid-riff top on. He looked into his closest again, and grabbed a blue work shirt, that had the sleeves cut off, and put that on as well.

 

That will have to do, he thought, as he looked himself over in the mirror. He slid his feet into his trusty shit-kickers, and tied the laces in place. He threw on some heavy eyeliner, a bondage collar, and debated for a few seconds over arm bracers versus cuffs. Cuffs won. He slapped one on each wrist, and was done a whole ten seconds before he heard a double honk outside his window. He looked out, and found Hakkai's little jeep, waiting for him. “Two seconds…” he screamed out the window, and Hakkai honked in return. He grabbed his keys, and ran the four floors down to the street. He hopped into the jeep, a little breathless, he really should quit smoking, or maybe just move to a place with an elevator, and smiled. “The crowd is waiting man. Haul ass!!”

 

When they pulled up in front of Razor, there was already a crowd brewing, and a sign that read: Essential Vex (*). He climbed out of the jeep, and a woman with long black hair ran up, and kissed him on the cheek. After taking a picture with her, and a few other fans, he made his way inside. When he got backstage, he looked over the crowd and frowned. He's not here yet… he promised me he would be here…

 

This was the first night he and Sanzo, were actually going out-out together since they'd become official. Sanzo wasn't much for loud crowds, or prying eyes, so this was a very rare treat, and he was excited. But his love was nowhere to be seen, and that wasn't a good sign. Sanzo had yet to make it to a show, and it pissed him off. As far as he could tell, that was his only flaw. Sometimes work got in the way of everything else. But he was extra busy with work these days, so they could enjoy more time together on the weekends. To Gojyo, it was almost a fair trade. “Hey, Gojyo.”

 

“Hey, Dave,” he said in greeting to their guitarist, as he tuned his guitar. “What's the set list for tonight?”

 

“We decided to leave it up to you.”

 

“Okay,” he mumbled around the cigarette pressed between his lips. He grabbed a notebook, hopped onto an amp, and began jotting down a list of songs. “Hey, Vic?” he called.

 

“What's up?” the drummer replied.

“What's the set time?”

“A little over an hour I think. Dave?”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Dave added, as he set his guitar in its stand.

“Alright. Where's Shane?” Gojyo asked, noticing that their bassist was absent.

 

“Got stuck in traffic on his way home from work,” Vic said, filling in the blanks. “So he's gonna be here late, but I've got his bass here, and I already tuned it. We're just going to have to warm up without him.”

 

Gojyo wasn't sure how comfortable he was with the idea of being short a member at the moment, but they still had an hour and a half. Hopefully, he would get here on time. Gojyo looked over his list, added three more songs, and handed out the list.

 

“Addiction? Gojyo, is that a good idea? You just wrote it, and we haven't really worked with it yet,” the nervous guitarist asked.

 

“I know, but we got all the kinks out. I wanted to play it tonight.”

“But…”

“It's my brain child… I have to see what the crowd thinks. Come on, back me up here, Vic.”

“Whatever you thinks best, is fine with me.”

“But, Vic…”

“Gojyo's excited about this, so let's just see where it goes.”

 

“Thanks, Vic,” Gojyo said with a smile, then wandered over to the curtain, and looked over the crowd, again. Sanzo still hadn't arrived, but he spotted Hakkai at the bar. He went down to the bar area, and grabbed his friend. “Want to come backstage?”

 

“No, I think I want to watch from here,” Hakkai said eyeing a guy to his right.

 

“Oh…” Gojyo said in understanding. “Well, then, I guess I'll get a drink and join you.” He ordered a Jack and Coke, and made his way over to his best friend, who didn't seem very excited anymore. “What happened?” he asked as he sat down.

 

“Sadly, he's hetero. What a shame. He had such a cute butt.” Gojyo only laughed, and then turned to face the stage, as the first band began their set.

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Before he knew it, he had to head backstage to warm up. He was as excited as always, but he had a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. Sanzo, had yet to arrive, and they went on in fifteen minutes. If he doesn'tshow up… I swear to god… He let it go for the time being. He had other things to focus on.

 

“Hey, hey… sorry I'm late,” Shane called as he ran up the stairs. He took off his jacket, and grabbed his bass. “Damn job…”

 

“Alright, `Hollow Home' guys, on 4. Ready?” they all nodded. “1,2,3,4…” Bass boomed, and drums hit. They were meshing perfectly, and the tension left Gojyo's shoulders. It's gonna be a good show…

 

As the last band carried all their gear off stage, they scampered to move their equipment in place. When they were ready, Gojyo removed his work shirt, stepped in front of the mic, and looked over the crowd one more time. Where the fuck is that bastard, he thought angrily, but calm spread through his body, as he felt eyes wash over him. He may not be able to see him, but he could feel his lover watching him. The feeling was unmistakable.

 

As the lights hit, and the bass thumped, Gojyo gave his most seductive smile, “Hello boys and girls…” but he was drowned out by cheers. He cleared his throat in the mic, and the applause died down. “Essential Vex would like to ask you a question?” Cheers erupted again, and he laughed out loud. He loved this. It got him high, and made his blood vibrate beneath the skin. “Have you all been naughty? Who wants to come play with me?” he asked amidst hoots and hollers, and the band jumped into their first song, `Gutter Love'.

 

Sanzo's POV…

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Sanzo arrived at Razor right on time. He'd been worried that he might not make it, so he'd broken every rule of the road in existence, to guarantee that he did. He probably shouldn't have taken the time to go home, and change his clothes after work, but he wanted to fit in with the people around him, so he'd risked it. Thankfully it had all worked out. Gojyo would have ripped me a new one….

 

He watched the redhead with rapt attention, as he flirted with the crowd, hips swirling suggestively. His voice was low, but not too low, melodic, and slightly rough, but in an unbelievably sexy way. Not to mention, the voice he used to speak to his loving audience, was a voice Sanzo heard on an almost nightly basis. He could already feel the tendrils of arousal reaching south. I'm a lucky, lucky bastard, he thought as Gojyo stroked down his perfect stomach and caressed himself provocatively, earning some very colorful responses from the crowd.

 

Sanzo was surprised when Gojyo cried, “This is our last song for the evening…” Already? Damn that was fast… no wonder he gets pissed when I don't have time to come. “…And it's a brand new one. It's my baby, and no one's ever heard it before. So you be sure to tell me what you really think. This one's called `Addiction(*)'.”

 

Addiction

Drowning in amethyst eyes

As you quiver beneath my thighs

You haunt my mind

In the dead of night

Want to bury myself inside

 

And I breathe you in

Through my skin

Addiction

I taste your life

And feel it cry

Addiction

 

The press of your lips

The pulse of your hips

You shatter my core

And poison my soul

Want to bury myself inside

 

And I breathe you in

Through my skin

Addiction

I taste your life

And feel it cry

Addiction

 

You make me weak

And tear my release

Want to bury myself inside

 

You burn me alive

And take what's mine

Want to bury myself inside

 

And I breathe you in

Through my skin

Addiction

I taste your life

And feel it cry

Addiction

 

I'm drowning in your eyes

 

Inside you's where I die…

 

Sanzo felt the pulse of the first beat, watched Gojyo caress his stomach, then that tempting voice sounded, launching into the first verse. Did he just say amethyst eyes? All be damned he wrote a song about me. Is that why he was so determined to get me here? As Sanzo took in every word, he found his arousal jumping to attention. There was something very erotic about Gojyo singing a song about him, and touching himself. He felt like a voyeur, and the idea of spying on Gojyo, only strengthened his desire.

 

As the song came to a close, amidst cheers and cat calls, Gojyo bowed and gave a mischievous smirk. “Good night, everybody. Thanks for coming out!” he said. “And remember… you should only be as good as your last fuck!!” then ran off stage.

 

Sanzo smiled at his parting comment. Then I guess I should be a very, very, VERY, good boy…

 

He looked down at his current state, and decided he didn't care. He made his way backstage, but was stopped by a rather large man. He really just wanted to see his lover, and the jerk was giving him a hard time, but thankfully, for the ape in his way, Gojyo came along, and he let him through. When Gojyo caught a glimpse of the outfit he was wearing, his eyes bulged out of his head. “Lover,” he said as he moved closer, “Do you just want to take me home right now?”

 

Apparently, his redhead had a thing for leather, “Nope. We're going to Decadence tonight. Like I promised, and then we'll spend the next three glorious days, in bed, in each other's arms.”

 

“You swear?”

“Yep.” He fingered the box in his pocket, and could barely contain his excitement.

 

Gojyo wrapped him in a hug, and stole a kiss. “Well then let's get to Decadence, so we can go home…”

 

“Whenever you're ready.”

 

“Bye guys,” Gojyo called, and dragged Sanzo towards the front door. “Where'd you park?” Sanzo took his hand, kissed his palm, and amazingly, they made it to the car without getting stopped once. Once they climbed in Gojyo rubbed himself against the soft leather interior of his brand-new Mercedes. Yep, definitely a thing for leather… the possibilities are endless…

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Twenty minutes later, Sanzo found himself lounging on the red couch in VIP. Gojyo was sitting in his lap, nibbling his ear, licking his neck, and generally trying to cause trouble. Kaiga came over and smiled at them both, but said nothing. He was the strong silent type, so the smile was enough. “Gojyo…” Sanzo growled, as the redhead gave him a particularly vicious bite. “Stop, for just one minute, okay? And sit over there. Can you do that for me?”

 

When Gojyo only gave him a frown, he waved the waiter over, who placed a plate on the table. Once he was gone, Sanzo smiled and said, “I ordered you shrimp puffs…”

 

Gojyo grabbed one from the plate, and smiled. After popping it into his mouth he stared at Sanzo in decision. After seemingly making up his mind he spoke in a near whisper. “So what did you want to talk to me about? That's obviously why we're here, right? So whatever it is, let's just get it over with.” With a wink he added, “Just so you know, I have no problem making a scene in public.” Then he tossed another shrimp puff in his mouth and waited.

 

Well that was… uh… he reads me like a fucking book…

 

Sanzo smiled at his lover. “You're right. We are here, because it's a special occasion, your birthday.” Gojyo looked up with surprise in his eyes, and he couldn't help but smirk. “I know you never told me, but I have my ways,” he said with a mysterious smile. “I know how much you love this place, so I wanted to come here with you, especially on a day as special as this. I also have a gift for you, which you can open whenever you're ready. As for what I wanted to talk to you about, it can wait. Because right now… I think we should dance.”

 

Soon they were on the crowded dance floor, Gojyo's back pressed to his chest, as they undulated against each other. His hands skimmed the body that was his for the taking, neck, and then chest, taking a moment to tweak a rosy nipple. His nails scraped down Gojyo's stomach, and the redhead rested his head on his shoulder, a groan fleeing his lips. Sanzo took a moment to mark his lover, as his hands moved even lower, stroking his clothed erection. He squeezed the impressive length, earning him another moan. “I'm addicted to you too,” he whispered into Gojyo's ear, and stroked his length again.

 

Gojyo turned around in his arms, and rubbed their erections together. “Then what do you say we get out of here, and you can fuck me senseless?” he husked. Sanzo didn't waste time with words. He pulled his lover off the dance floor, retrieved their stuff, paid his tab, and dragged Gojyo to the car. While they drove, Gojyo unbuttoned his pants, and freed his sex. Nimble fingers slid over him, and he groaned. Gojyo knew how to drive him up a wall, and was doing a damn good job. A finger ran across the head, and Gojyo raised it to his lips, licking the pearl away. Sanzo wanted to just pull over and find a parking lot, but for what he had to say a parking lot was a no go.

 

My place is closer… but… Gojyo had stopped teasing him and began caressing his own swollen arousal and whimpering. “Sanzo… I need you to touch me… Do you know how good you make me feel when you touch me? How hot it makes me when I think about bending over and letting you fuck me?” Dear god… What the hell is he doing to me? Is he trying to kill me?

 

Gojyo mewled, as he gave himself a particularly hard stroke. “God Sanzo… I wish you could fuck me right here… hard and fast…” Screw it! At a red light, Sanzo made a U-turn, and floored it to his place. He made it in record time.

 

They barely made it in the door, before Gojyo was in his arms. He pressed Gojyo into the wall, long lean legs found purchase around his hips, and his fingers gripped a supple ass. His hips rammed forward, relishing the friction against his length. “Goddamn it! Hurry up…” Gojyo snarled, and Sanzo lost himself inside the moment.

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Sanzo finished the omelet he was making, put it on a plate, and added it to the tray. He looked the tray over and made a checklist in his head. Rose, coffee, toast, butter, jelly, silverware, omelet… Everything was in order, so he grabbed the black velvet box from his coat pocket, added it to the tray, and went to go wake Gojyo. He'd meant to give it to him last night, but they'd been VERY busy. “Gojyo,” he called, and the redhead shifted on the mattress. Finally, he rolled over, and Sanzo placed the tray over his lap. “Morning beautiful.”

 

“Huh? What's this?” Gojyo asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Breakfast in bed.”

 

“Sanzo, you didn't have to go through all this trouble.” Gojyo said looking over the tray. “I would have been happy to…” but he stopped when his eyes landed on the velvet box. “What's this?” he asked curiously, and picked up the black box delicately.

 

“Your gift. You didn't get to open it last night, so…” he replied as he lay down next to his love.

“What is it?”

“Open it.”

 

Gojyo opened the box slowly, and inside he found a silver band, with a Celtic knot style design, and smiled. “It's beautiful.”

 

“Read the inscription,” Sanzo pressed. He could have waited for the redhead to notice, but this was more fun.

 

“My Heart My Life My Soul…” Gojyo read, and his voice cracked with emotion. “Sanzo… It's… but I… I don't understand…”

 

“It's a promise ring.” Sanzo said as he climbed to his knees next to Gojyo, and looked him in the eyes. He took the box, pulled out the ring, and gripped Gojyo's hand in his own. “I love you, Gojyo. So much that sometimes it hurts. I promise to love you for the rest of my life. You and no other.” He slipped the ring on Gojyo's finger, and kissed his palm.

 

A silent tear rolled down Gojyo's cheek, and he wiped it away. “Thank you, Sanzo. It's…” but he was at a loss for words. Instead he dragged Sanzo to him, and kissed him breathless. When they pulled apart he smiled. “So what did you want to talk to me about? This?” Gojyo said eyeing the ring.

 

“No, actually, I think we should move in together,” Sanzo said lazily.

“Really?” Gojyo asked, shock reflected in his eyes.

“Yes.”

“Where?”
”Anywhere you want….”

“Are you sure?”

“I want to build a life with you, Gojyo, and that starts with a home for two…”

 

 

 

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This chapter features the one and only appearance of Gojyo's band Essential Vex. I imagined them as a Stabbing Westward type band. I do own the song `Addiction', though I'm not really claiming bragging rights. Song writing isn't really my strong suit, obviously…