Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Counterfeit Life ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 7 )

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 6: Shackles Of Life

Gojyo's POV…

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Gojyo strolled around his slightly used apartment. It had been Sanzo's idea to rent him this place, for its prime location. It was right next door to Hakkai's, but without him here, it felt empty. Sanzo had stayed over almost every night, for the last three months, but last night, he'd slept alone. Gojyo curled up against the arm of Sanzo's old couch, and smiled. He truly loved this couch. It held so many memories.

 

He pulled his knees up to his chest, and frowned. Today was the day, and it was making him nauseous. His stomach roiled, and he'd been unable to keep anything down for the last few days. He wasn't so much nervous, as afraid of what was to come. Today his love would swear eternal love to another, and she would take his name. Today Sanzo became a husband to a wife he didn't love.

 

The very idea made Gojyo cringe. Sanzo's father really was a conniving manipulative machine, with little, if any, compassion for his son. Gojyo was an orphan, bounced from foster home to foster home, until he was sixteen, when Jien, had taken him in for good. Strangely, he'd received more love from those pretend families then Sanzo did from his actual father. It broke Gojyo's heart. Sanzo was the most amazing man he'd ever met, and his own father couldn't even see it.

 

I… Maybe I could call him? Just to hear his voice…

 

Gojyo knew this would be the last chance he would have, for the next two weeks. He looked at the clock, and stifled a groan. “Shit!” It was later then he'd realized, and he was too late. Sanzo was already married, and probably at the reception. This whole situation was getting to him more than he was willing to admit, and he wanted to go take a long bath, but was afraid his knees would give, so he stayed curled up against the velvety black fabric. His mind and body gave way, searching to escape his insecurities. I'll just have to wait…

 

Gojyo was shocked awake by a strange sensation against his thigh. What the hell?He reached around in the dark, searching for the offending item, and as he pulled out his cell phone, it vibrated in his hand. He flipped it open sleepily and growled, “Yeah?”

 

“Gojyo,” a voice whispered into his ear.

“Sanzo?”

“Yeah, baby. Were you sleeping?”

“MMHM…”

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to hear your voice before I left.”

“It's okay. Where are you?”

“The airport.”

 

“Oh…” he said, and his heart clenched. They were leaving for their honeymoon in Maui soon. The very idea that HIS man, HIS lover, HIS… everything… was going off to some tropical paradise, with his blushing, fat and ugly, Gojyo added mentally… bride for two weeks, left a bitter taste in his mouth.

 

“I don't have much time, but…”

 

“It's okay. I understand,” he whispered, unsure why he was whispering. Perhaps it was his loves lowered voice. Then again… I am a secret now…

 

“I wanted to tell you that I'll miss you.”

“I'll miss you too,” Gojyo mumbled, tears stinging his eyes.

 

“Hold on…” Sanzo said, and Gojyo frowned. He heard mumbled words before Sanzo returned and said, “I have to go, our flight just got called for boarding.”

 

“Okay.” Gojyo was about to hang up when he heard a sigh. He lifted the phone to his ear, and couldn't help the warmth that radiated through his body at what he heard.

 

“I love you, so fucking much, Gojyo. You make my life worth living. I can't wait to get back to you,” Sanzo said, with more passion then Gojyo had ever heard him use before.

 

“I love you too, Sanzo. See you soon.” When he heard the click signaling him that the call had ended he got up, and made his way into the bedroom. From the bottom drawer of the dresser he pulled out a well worn newspaper, and opened it after he sat down Indian style on the bed. Before him was the wedding announcement that had been printed in every newspaper in the city, along with a small article, and a photo of the `happy' couple.

 

He took a good look at the woman in the photo. She wasn't striking, but she wasn't ugly either. She was merely plain, long pale hair, neutral eyes, sallow skin, and a small nose that flicked up at the tip. She was petite in stature, but the clincher, was her smile. She had a gorgeous smile that lit up her whole face, and let you see inside who she was. She was kind, of that much Gojyo was certain, and it filled him with guilt. But… he'd chosen to stick it out, and it was too late to turn back now.

 

What the hell have I gotten myself into?, Gojyo thought, as he felt himself being overcome by the faces in the photo. Jealousy was an emotion he wasn't comfortable feeling, and yet there it was. He was vastly envious of a woman he'd never met, and would probably never meet, simply because she'd married the man he loved. I have no reason to be jealous, he assured himself, Sanzo loves me. And I have no reason to feel guilty, he thought heatedly, She's the home-wrecker here, not me!

 

It all sounded good, but the more he stared at the photo the more apprehensive he became. Tonight… his lover would take someone else into his bed… The idea left Gojyo running to the bathroom. The taste of bile was strong in his throat, as he pulled himself from the floor in front of the toilet, and rinsed out his mouth. He pulled off his clothes, and took a long hot bath.

 

Sanzo's POV…

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He stood adjusting his tie in the mirror. The last six months had been a whirlwind, and he couldn't believe it was already time. In just a few minutes he would sign his life away, for his father, his father's enormous ego, and Zenon Industries. He was the son of the devil, of that much he was sure. All he really wanted to do was call Gojyo, but his father hovered around him, and he wasn't going to risk it.

 

“Sanzo?” his father called, “Come sit down for a moment.”

“What is it?” he asked somberly.

 

“Are you still seeing that musician?” Sanzo flinched, he didn't want to answer, for Gojyo's sake, and that seemed to be answer enough for his father. “I thought so,” he said fingers adjusting his own tie.

 

“Father…” Sanzo began, but his father shushed him.

 

“I don't care what you do with your personal time. That's your business. But it must never see the light of day. If Mei ever found out, she would be devastated, and Nataku would pull all his funds from the company. Don't screw this up!” his father growled, and left him alone with his thoughts. Well, really there was just one…

 

Gojyo…

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Before he knew it, he was at the airport ready to leave for his honeymoon. He felt like his whole life was on fast forward, and it was spinning quickly out of his control. The last several hours were a haze, almost like a bad dream, but it had been real. The proof was sitting right next to him, holding his hand, wearing a ring, and chatting animatedly. The realization of just what he was in for was like a bag of bricks on his chest. Air… Air… Need fucking air! Sanzo thought frantically as he shook her hand off. When she looked at him curiously, he smiled tightly. “Be right back, going to the bathroom.” She smiled back, and he practically ran to the bathroom.

 

When he reached the restroom, he splashed some water on his face, and frowned. Sanzo, get a hold of yourself. You can do this! He needed to find a way to calm down. He leaned forward, and his jacket banged against the sink, with a loud clank. What the hell? He reached into his pocket, and found, to his delight, his cell phone. Without a moments hesitation, he sealed himself in a stall, and used speed dial number one.

 

“Yeah?” a mumbled voice spoke.

“Gojyo,” he whispered into the phone.

“Sanzo?” Gojyo said, sleep evident in his tone.

“Yeah, baby. Were you sleeping?”

“MMHM…” Gojyo said with a bit of a yawn.

 

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to hear your voice before I left,” he said, and he had. He not only wanted, but needed to hear his love one more time. Two weeks was a long time…

 

“It's okay. Where are you?” Gojyo asked his voice losing it's sleepy lilt.

“The airport,” he said with a sigh.

“Oh…”

 

He sounds so sad, Sanzo thought, wishing desperately, that he could hold the redhead in his arms right now. “I don't have much time, but…”

 

“It's okay. I understand,” he whispered back.

“I wanted to tell you that I'll miss you.”

“I'll miss you too,” Gojyo mumbled, and Sanzo heard him sniffle.

“Sanzo?” he heard someone call from outside the bathroom door.

“Hold on…” he told his love, and pushed the phone down, covering the ear piece. “What is it?”

“It's time to board the plane, honey,” Mei called.

 

“Okay, be out in one second,” he told her, even though he wanted to stay in the bathroom all night, on the phone with Gojyo. “I have to go, our flight just got called for boarding,” he told the redhead.

 

“Okay,” Gojyo said sadly.

 

Sanzo shook at the sadness in his lovers voice, and his heart clenched. “I love you, so fucking much, Gojyo. You make my life worth living. I can't wait to get back to you.”

 

“I love you too, Sanzo. See you soon,” Gojyo said, in a honey smooth voice, filled with love, and Sanzo smiled. Putting on his mask of indifference, he walked out of the bathroom, and went to join Mei.

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He let steaming hot water pound on his back, fingers running through wet tendrils, washing away soap suds. He knew what she'd expect on this night, and he couldn't put it off forever. What if I can't… Pushing the thought away, he shut off the water, and stepped out of the shower. He could, and he would. He had no choice. He towel dried his hair, and wrapped the towel around his slender hips. Might as well get it over with, he thought as he opened the door, and went into the bedroom of their suite.

 

When he walked into the bedroom, she was sprawled across the bed, naked, one hand propping up her head. He smiled his best lustful smile, dropped the towel, and waited for a cue from the woman across the room. She beckoned him over with a quirk of her finger, and he went. When they'd dated the first time, they'd never been intimate, so he didn't know what she liked. Though he was able to make a fairly educated guess, he'd try a few things, and follow her bodies signals.

 

As he stood at the foot of the bed, her eyes washed over him, and he shuddered. Not in lust, but with disgust, at himself, and what he'd become. She kneeled before him, and threw her arms around his neck, her lips pressing against his. He allowed her entrance, and let her lead the kiss, learning the style of her tongue. When she deepened the kiss further, he pulled her into his arms, carried her around the bed post, and laid his body over hers, never once breaking the kiss.

 

They pulled apart for air, and his fingers ghosted over her body, learning all the places that made her quiver. He mapped out her sensitive points in his mind, for future reference. Once they returned home, the quicker he was able to get her off, the quicker he could end his own misery, but on this one night, he would take his time. It was her wedding night after all.

 

He moved down her neck, lips leaving gentle kisses across her skin. He tried a small nip, and she groaned. He'd pegged her correctly, and proceeded down her body. He rubbed his tongue over her nipple roughly, and she purred, as he caught it between his teeth. He coaxed it into a turgid peak, and moved to the other breast, gracing it with the same treatment, as his hands fluttered over her skin.

 

When her body arched into his, he knew it was time to move on. He dropped kisses along her skin, until he reached her heat. She leaned forward in anticipation, and he lifted her hips. When he pressed his mouth to her center, she gave a cry, and he ran his tongue over her nub. He sucked and nipped, then slipped lower, fucking her with his tongue, as she writhed beneath him. He stroked across her walls, and felt her tremble. He replaced his tongue with two fingers, stroking in, and flicking her clit each time he pulled out.

 

Her body was pulled tight, her eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling, and he moved his hand faster, watching her every move. He reached down to grip his flaccid cock when she came, hands fisted in the sheets, a jumble of words he couldn't understand falling from her lips. He made sure she wasn't watching him, and began to stroke himself. Willing his body to react in some way. He'd never had this much trouble before. He called up an image guaranteed to get him aroused, and finally he was standing at attention.

 

After she recovered from her orgasm, she smiled down at him, and he slid up her body. She pulled him to her, and he allowed her tongue to sweep inside his mouth. Her fingers grazed down his chest, and made their way down to his sex. She stroked his head gently, and he had to suppress the urge to slap her hand away. It just felt… wrong. There was no other word for it. She began to stroke him, and she watched him curiously. He noted worry in her features, and he moved his hand to her wrist, stopping her.

 

“You didn't like it? Was I doing it wrong?”

 

“Why do you think I wasn't enjoying it?” he asked, so he could avoid whatever it was that he'd done, or hadn't done, the next time.

 

“Well…”

“Tell me. It's okay,” he drawled softly.

“You weren't making any noise, and your face looked so serious.”

 

He kissed her cheek gently, trying to appease her, and she smiled. “I'm sorry. I was just trying to control myself. If you'd kept up I would have come, and this would be over. I don't want this to be over. Do you?” She shook her head `no' and he forced a smile. “Good,” he said, and buried his face in her neck. That was close… Sometimes the lies came so easily, that he wondered if he truly was just like his father.

 

For a reason he couldn't name, he felt nauseous, as he positioned his cock at her entrance. He found her pink nipples again, and paid them homage. She shifted her hips against his, and that was all the hint he needed. He slipped inside her to the hilt, and waited for her consent. It'll all be over soon, he told himself. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he started to move, slowly at first, then picked up his speed.

 

She gripped his ass with acrylic nails, and he growled. Fucking hurts, he thought as she clenched his cheeks again, obviously mistaking his growl of pain, for one of pleasure. He wanted her to let go, so he moved his hands lower, and raised her legs, placing them over his arms, folding her nearly in half. She cried out in pleasure at the position switch. He was reaching deeper now, and it was having the desired effect.

 

She was panting beneath him, he drove in harder, thrusting faster. She let out a long low whimper, and her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. He matched her groans with his own, doing his best to imitate pleasure, and cringed inside. A lifetime of this? The thought made his stomach churn, but he kept going, determined to bring her release. It was what he was meant to do, as a husband. It was just one more obligation, added to the long line of things, he was expected to do, none of which he cared about.

 

As he moved against sweaty flesh, her moans of desire, broke his heart. She sounded nothing like Gojyo, and her body did little to bring him satisfaction. She was Gojyo's opposite in every way. Petite, to his long lean limbs, pale frail beauty, to his dark sensuous sexuality. He could feel her body pulsing around him, and knew she would finish soon, while he was nowhere near ready, but that didn't surprise him. She wasn't Gojyo, no matter how much he wished she was.

 

He rammed into her roughly, and pressed against her clit. He'd meant to take his time, but all he wanted now was for this to be over. He took her roughly and impersonally, and she shrieked with surprise. He released her legs, and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her to meet him forcefully. Shit… what the hell am I doing? He'd never just lost it in the middle of sex. He'd always kept up the act perfectly, but for some reason it had just cracked into tiny little pieces. He'd been taking out his anger and frustration on her body. He slowed a bit, and kissed her tenderly.

 

Another thrust, and a single flick, and she was falling apart around him. Her legs quivered, and she arched into him, nails scraping up his back. She tightened around him, and screamed his name as she came. He closed his eyes, and rode her release. The heat of her body gripped him, and unbidden, the image of Gojyo beneath him, skin flushed and shiny, lips swollen, and his gorgeous cock, standing proud, and dripping with precum, floated through his mind. Within seconds he came forcefully inside her, and she smiled in post-coital bliss, as he filled her.

 

“Oh, Sanzo… that was amazing…” she panted.

 

But he didn't respond…

 

He couldn't…

 

He felt like a high priced whore, and technically he was. He'd sold his body, for another man's money, and his very own father…

 

Had been his pimp…

 

 

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This is the one and only chapter where you will see Sanzo and Mei together sexually. I just wanted to create a point of reference so that the differences between Sanzo's feelings for Gojyo, and Sanzo's feelings for Mei would be more obvious. That's also the reason the description of the actual sex act between the brand new husband and wife is more clinical and detached.