Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Counterfeit Life ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 6 )

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 5: Self Sacrifice

Gojyo's POV…

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Gojyo rolled over in bed and growled. What the hell? What's that noise? “Gojyo…” Sanzo? He took a closer listen, and realized the banging was coming from his front door.

 

“Be right there,” Gojyo called, as he crawled out from beneath the covers, and threw on pajama bottoms. What's he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be at work? Gojyo pulled the door open, just as Sanzo was about to knock again. Sanzo was wearing a fancy suit, his typically perfectly groomed hair was in disarray, and he was panting, like he'd flown here. “San… Sanzo? Are you alright?”

 

But he didn't answer. He pushed past the redhead, almost roughly, and dropped onto the couch. Something is definitely wrong. It's only… Gojyo looked at the clock on the wall… noon, and he's already here. He obviously hasn't been to work yet. I wonder if there's something I can do? Gojyo looked over at his love once more, his eyes worried, and went into the kitchen to brew some tea.

 

Oolong or Earl Gray? Well Sanzo hates Earl Gray, so... Gojyo poured some water into the pot, and placed it on the stove. He lit a cigarette, and watched the flames dance, as they brought his water to a boil. He lost himself in the flickers, and two arms wrapped around his waist, catching him off guard. He felt a nose nestle in his short crimson locks, and take a sniff, Sanzo loved his shampoo. “Sanzo?” he asked breathlessly. He turned to face his lover, and the arms drew him in closer. “What's wrong?”

 

Sanzo stared into his eyes for what seemed an eternity, kissed his forehead delicately, and with a growl made his way back into the living room. Gojyo was about to go after him, when the kettle chirped, so he poured the water into a tea pot, grabbed some cups, and put them all on a tray. When he made his way into the living room, he was nearly ploughed into by his pacing boyfriend. Setting the tray on the coffee table, he took a seat, and watched his lover wear a hole in his carpet. When he's ready to talk, he will…

 

Gojyo snubbed out his cigarette, and poured himself a cup of tea. He relaxed into his beat up old couch, took a sip, and settled in to wait. He didn't have to wait long. After he set his cup back on the table, Sanzo made his way over, and kneeled in front of him. What the hell is he doing? “Go…” but he didn't finish, he simply placed his head on Gojyo's lap. Sanzo? This is bad… I've never seen him like this before… Gojyo pulled out his hair tie, and ran gentle fingers through golden tresses.

 

“Iloveyou…”

“What?”

Sanzo looked up and smiled weakly, “I love you.”

“I love you too. You know that. What's wrong?”

“Gojyo…”

“What is it?”

 

Whatever it is, it's bad… really… really bad…Sanzo stood up, and frowned. “It's over, Gojyo. I have to go.” With that he turned on his heel, and walked stiffly towards the door.

 

Over… Over… Over… The word was echoing in his head, and he was so shocked he almost let Sanzo leave. “Sanzo…” he called, and caught his wrist. “What the hell is going on?” Why is he doing this?

 

“Just what I said. It's over. Let me go.”

“Not until you tell me why.”

“Because it is…”

“That's not an answer,” Gojyo said through grit teeth.

“Yes it is. It's my answer,” Sanzo said frigidly.

 

That's the best he can do?

 

Gojyo released his wrist, and said, “Fine. Go then.” He walked over to the couch and lit a cigarette. Sanzo opened the door, and as he made his way out Gojyo whispered, “My heart my life my soul.” When Sanzo stopped mid-step he almost felt smug. “Maybe you should take this with you. If I don't deserve an explanation, I'm obviously not worthy of such a meaningful gift.” His eyes were glued to the floor, and fluttered shut. Would his love stay, or would he run?

 

The door clicked shut, and Gojyo slid his eyes to the door. Sanzo was standing in front of the door, forehead pressed against the wood. Gojyo couldn't, wouldn't, speak. This was all on Sanzo now. It was several minutes before Sanzo spoke, the silence pushing in around them. “Ihavetogetmarried.”

 

“Speak up.”

 

“I'm getting married,” Sanzo yelled, as he whipped around to face Sanzo, something akin to desperation in his eyes.

 

“What?” Gojyo asked incredulously. “You asked me to move in with you, but you're already engaged?”

“I wasn't. Well… not until today, anyway.”

“I don't understand.”

“My father has chosen a wife for me. I have to marry her.”

“No, you don't.”

“Yes, I do. He knows about you, and…”

“So what if he does?”

 

Sanzo walked over to Gojyo, and took his hands, in his own. “My mother suffered for me, over and over. I refuse to let it happen again. You are the most important thing in the world to me, and if something ever happened to you… I… I don't know what I'd do.”

 

Gojyo brushed silken locks from his face, and gave a half smile. “I'm not sure I really understand what the problem is here. Nothing's going to happen to me. I can take care of myself.”

 

“He… he…”

“He what?”

“He threatened you.”

“WHAT?!?”

 

That mother fucking bastard…

 

“He said he would hurt you.”

 

“He came right out and told you that he would hurt me if you didn't marry this woman? What an asshole.”

 

“Well not in so many words.”

“What? That doesn't make any sense.”

“Just trust me on this. He threatened your well being, and I won't let that happen. I'm sorry.”

“He can't hurt me. Everything's going to be fine. We'll figure it out.”

 

“No, we won't. The only way I can guarantee your safety is by marrying Mei. It's what I have to do.” Sanzo pressed their lips together, and Gojyo sighed. The kiss was slow and passionate, filled with longing and sadness. It's sweetness almost brought tears to his eyes. Sanzo left a fleeting brush of lips across his forehead, made his way to the front door, and opened it.

 

On his way out he added, “This is the only sacrifice I've ever had to make for my father that I'm proud of. I love you so goddamn much. I…” he ran fingers through blonde locks and let out a sigh. “Take care of yourself.” Just like that, he was gone. Gojyo pulled his knees to his chest, wrapped his arms around his legs, and huddled his head against his thighs.

 

Sanzo…

 

He spent the next several hours debating with himself. While he admired the integrity behind Sanzo's knight in shining armor routine, he was no fair maiden. Ever since he first met Sanzo, he'd known he was in trouble, but he wasn't a damsel in distress. Life throws all kinds of crazy things in your path, and he'd never had a problem taking care of himself. In the end, though, all the trouble had been worth it. Sanzo was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he felt empty now.

 

Of all the things that ran through his head, there was only one question he needed to answer. How much am I willing to give up? Could he leave his band behind, his friends, his brother, all to be with Sanzo? What was he willing to risk? In the end, the answer was always the same…

 

Everything…

 

There wasn't a single thing in this world that was more important to him, then Sanzo. He wasn't going to give HIS blonde up without a fight. He wanted and needed Sanzo, and it didn't matter what the cost was. Having made up his mind, there was only one thing left to do…

 

He needed a plan…

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“Hello?”

“Sanzo…”

 

“Go-Gojyo?” the surprised voice on the other end asked. They hadn't spoken since that afternoon, and that had been almost six weeks ago. Gojyo had wanted to wait, even though it pained him, so that Sanzo would really miss him, and his call would be better received.

 

“Yeah.”

“What's going on?”

“Well, I was wondering if…”

“What?” the honey smooth voice asked curiously.

“I know we aren't together anymore, but…”

“What is it, Gojyo? What's wrong?” Sanzo asked worriedly.

“I just… even though we aren't together anymore, can we still be friends? Hang out?”

“Go…”

“I was just wondering,” he said cutting Sanzo off, “because I… miss you.”

“I… miss you too.”

 

“Well, I'm going to be at Decadence tonight, if you care to join me. I mean… if we're seen theretogether, it could just be a coincidence, you know? It's a popular place and...”

 

“Sure, I'd like that.”

“Really?” Gojyo asked as innocently as possible.

“Of course. I'll meet you in VIP, say… 10:30?”

“Okay, see you then.”

 

Gojyo took extra time getting ready. He took an extra long, and very hot soothing shower. Took the time to blow dry his hair, even styled it. This was the kind of attention he put into getting ready for a concert, but he was going to get his man back tonight, so he had to look good. He grabbed a box of chocolate covered strawberries, Sanzo's favorite, from the fridge, and left for the bar.

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When he got to Decadence, Sanzo had yet to arrive. He made his way over to VIP, and smiled as Kaiga let him pass. Apparently, he was expected. He set the box on the table, and reclined on the couch. While he waited, he ran his fingers over the hard muscles of his stomach, absentmindedly. Hurry up… where is…

 

But before he could even finish that thought, he caught sunshine locks out of the corner of his eye. He looked up, and they made eye contact, as Sanzo stood in the doorway. He was wearing low slung skin tight black leather pants, and a black velvet vest, no shirt. Gojyo gulped before he stood in greeting, and gave Sanzo a small hug, and a tiny kiss on the cheek. “How are you?”

 

Sanzo smiled, and made his way over to the couch. “Good. Good. Busy.”

“You're always busy. Oh, I got you something?”

“You didn't have to do that.”

 

“I wanted to. I was on my way here when I saw them, and thought of you. Here,” he said and handed him the pink box, that he'd actually picked up yesterday.

 

Sanzo looked at it curiously, and slid the black ribbon off the box. He opened the lid, and smiled. “Thank you. You know how much I love these.”

 

“You're welcome. One condition…” Sanzo only raised an eyebrow “…You have to share.”

“I can do that,” he said, and handed one to Gojyo.

 

Gojyo took it, and took a bite, making sure to give a slight moan of satisfaction. Sanzo's breath stilled at the sound, and Gojyo smiled. This is going to be easier thanI thought. He made sure to lick the left over chocolate off his fingers, sucking each finger into his mouth as he went. This time Sanzo muffled a groan, but Gojyo heard it. “These are so good.”

 

“Uhhh… yeah…” Sanzo laughed awkwardly “…They're very good.”

 

After a few more drinks, Gojyo grabbed the last strawberry from the box, while Sanzo wasn't looking. He waited for Sanzo to turn around, and look into the box before he brought it to his lips. Sanzo watched sadly, as the red strawberry moved into his mouth, but Gojyo stopped and looked at him in question. “I'm sorry. Do you want this one?”

 

“Uhhh… no, go ahead.”

 

“We could share… Here,” he said, and placed it at the tip of Sanzo's lips. Sanzo took a bite, and he took the second bite, moaning with delight. Sanzo stiffened at the sound, but didn't make any overt gestures. When they made eye contact, Gojyo let a smooth tongue flick out to remove the chocolate on his lips. This time Sanzo let out a small whimper, and Gojyo grinned triumphantly in his head. Been a long time, huh? He casually looked Sanzo over, and caught sight of…

 

“If you'll excuse me,” Sanzo said with a nod, and made his way to the private bathroom, in the back of the VIP section. I saw that… He can't hide something like that from me… but I'm glad he tried…During a mission such as this, one should never underestimate the value of privacy. With a smirk, Gojyo stood up, and followed him into the bathroom.

 

When he opened the door, Sanzo was standing by the sink, his hair slightly damp. Trying to cool off, eh? Not tonight, he thought as he locked the door. He walked over and placed his hands on Sanzo's hips. “Are you alright?” he asked as his fingertips fluttered over the sensitive pale skin there.

 

“Yeah, fine,” he said, and moved against the grip on his hips, and the fingers igniting a small fire, that he knew would quickly rage out of control.

 

“You sure?” Gojyo asked as his hands slipped into the vest. Sanzo groaned aloud as nails raked down his pale chest. “Because I could have sworn you were…” Gojyo's hands moved lower “…painfully swollen…” he purred into Sanzo's ear, and squeezed the head of his erection. Sanzo bucked against his hand, and whimpered.

 

“Uhhh… Gojyo…” Sanzo tried “…please… what… friends…” but all that came out was jumbled words.

 

“Sanzo, I'm not giving you up without a fight.” Gojyo growled, and turned Sanzo to face him, pouring everything he felt into one soul-shattering kiss. Sanzo sagged against him, and he stroked his clothed erection through his pants. “Do you want me, Sanzo?”

 

“Yes…” came the breathless reply, as Sanzo rubbed himself against the hand, that tortured, and pleasured him like no other. Gojyo pushed him to sit on the counter, and pushed his vest off. He attacked one nipple, swirling his tongue around the tip, and gave it a small bite. Sanzo arched into his mouth, and groaned, as his tongue painted a trail to the neglected nipple. After giving that one the same treatment, he moved down, and unbuttoned Sanzo's pants, setting him free.

 

He was a deep red, swollen, thick, and soaking wet. Gojyo wanted to weep at the sight of his magnificent cock. God I've missed this… Sanzo leaned back, and Gojyo pressed his lips to his hip bones, dropping rough nibbles across the slightly paler skin there. “Go… stop… tease… too long…” Sanzo whimpered, and Gojyo took pity on him. He flitted his tongue across the tip, and then buried Sanzo in the back of his throat. His fingers traced circles on the back of Sanzo's knees, where he was especially responsive, and sucked him furiously.

 

Sanzo was right, it had been way too long, and he needed to be inside. Nothing else mattered, not right now. “Gojyo…” Sanzo was trying desperately to push himself in further, but Gojyo stilled him, running his teeth up the blonde's length. Sanzo bucked again, he let it go. There was something incredibly erotic about this man, and only this man, fucking his mouth. A hand fell to his hair, holding him in place. His tongue slithered up along the vein, Sanzo's erection slamming in and out of his mouth.

 

“Oh… God, Gojyo…” the plea was almost desperate. Gojyo took his length into the farthest reaches of his throat, as Sanzo snapped his hips up. Sanzo growled, and pushed him down a bit further, Gojyo, taking the hint, hummed over the tip. Sanzo screamed out his name, seed spilled down his throat, and he sucked eagerly, taking in every drop.

 

When the fingers let go of his hair, he pulled up, and smiled. “Feeling better, Sanzo?” But Sanzo didn't say anything. He slipped off the counter, and pulled Gojyo in for a kiss. It was rough and demanding, tongues battling for dominance.

 

He pushed Sanzo back, and looked into violet eyes. They were on fire, and threatened to burn him up from the inside out. Sanzo bit into his own lip, as if in restraint, blood trickled down, and Gojyo moved in to lap at it. As soon as his tongue touched the soft flesh of his lip, Sanzo growled, and pushed him away. What the hell?

 

Gojyo watched with fascination, as Sanzo pushed his pants to his knees, and bent over the sink, one hand spreading his cheeks. For a moment Gojyo was too dumbstruck to move. Sanzo caught his eyes in the mirror and in a voice, Gojyo was sure was reserved for his subordinates said, “Gojyo, if you don't get over here and fuck me right now… I swear to god…”

 

But that was all the prompting he needed. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped, and pulled himself out of his pants, stroking a few times for good measure. He slipped three fingers into his mouth, and slid his tongue around them quickly, his eyes meeting Sanzo's in the mirror. He pulled his fingers from his lips, and slid one finger into Sanzo's heat and almost groaned at the feel, it had been so very long.

 

He moved his finger around to loosen Sanzo slightly, and then added a second finger. He scissored his fingers, trying to be as gentle as possible. When he attempted to enter another finger, Sanzo growled. “No… just fuck me now… too long…” Gojyo couldn't believe he was being commanded. Hadn't it been his plan to seduce Sanzo? Now he was following orders…

 

He spit into each palm, and ran them over his straining erection, then pushed inside, and Sanzo bit his lip to detract from the pain. Before he even had the chance to revel in the feeling, Sanzo pushed back against him. “Sanzo… baby…” he said as he caressed his back “…So tight… you feel so good… been missing you…”

 

With that he set a slow deliberate pace. His hips pushed forward strongly, Sanzo met him halfway with equal diligence. He watched Sanzo in the mirror, saw his face, the look in his eyes, and almost came right then and there. Looks so fucking beautiful… “Look in the mirror, Sanzo…” but Sanzo was too lost in the sensations to hear him. He landed a particularly hard thrust, directly against his lovers prostate, and Sanzo's eyes shot to his in the mirror.

 

When he caught sight of their reflection, him pressed against the counter, Gojyo working behind him, he gave a loud growl, and pushed back even harder. Thought that might do it for you… Once he was sliding more freely, his precum easing the way, he picked up his pace, thrusting faster, pushing harder. He reached around to grasp his lovers neglected cock, and stroked him in opposite time to his thrusts.

 

Gojyo knew his lover was close. He rammed in, hitting just the right spot, and squeezed Sanzo's tip roughly. “Go…” but it turned into a howl, as Sanzo came, stream after stream spraying against the red bathroom tile. Sanzo tightened around him like a vice, and he nearly blacked out as he thrust a few more times. He filled his lover with his essence, marking him for life.

 

He pulled Sanzo to him by the hair, and claimed him with a kiss as well. Mine!! When he let go, Sanzo rested himself against the counter, his breaths coming out in short pants. As he came down from his orgasm, he ran fingers through golden locks. He was still inside his lover, when Sanzo spoke. “Did you mean what you said?”

 

They made eye contact through the mirror, “Yes. I'm not going anywhere. If you have to marry Mei, so be it.”

 

“But, Gojyo…”

“I love you too much to let go, just because your father is a bastard. I won't do it.”

“I really don't think…”

 

Gojyo pulled out carefully, turned Sanzo to face him, and kissed him passionately. “Look, let's just give it a shot, okay? If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. But I'm willing to try. I need to try. You're the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me, I need you, and I love you with everything I have. How do I walk away from that?”

 

Sanzo pressed their foreheads together, and sighed. “Then let's give it a go. I need you too, and…”

 

“I know…” Gojyo said, and pressed their lips together. He turned Sanzo around, and left small nibbles across the alabaster skin of his shoulder. Sanzo eased himself forward, and Gojyo ran his tongue down Sanzo's spine. They made eye contact in the mirror once more, and lost themselves in the all-consuming fire, that always blazed around them.

 

I hope this works out, he thought as he plunged into velvet heat, and took his soul mate again.