Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Counterfeit Life ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 9 )

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 8: Leaving

Sanzo's POV…

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“Oh god… Gojyo… you feel so good…”

 

Sanzo rolled his hips, as he plunged in again, pushing his lover closer to the edge. “Sanzo…” Tan fingers tore at the sheets as Gojyo's prostate was slammed again and again, by his driving strokes. Gojyo lifted his hips to meet every thrust, skin slapping against skin. Sanzo found his lips, and stole a frenzied kiss. He wrapped his fingers around Gojyo's dripping erection and pumped furiously. “Oh god… Sanzo…”

 

This was the moment, when he most liked to watch his lover. When he teetered on the brink, just before his release, he would bite his lower lip, and make a small whimper in the back of his throat, that drove Sanzo mad. Then crimson eyes would look up at him, almost in pleading, silently begging for release. Those eyes always made Sanzo frantic, consuming him with the need to bring Gojyo the ultimate pleasure.

 

Sanzo pulled Gojyo more into his lap, changing the angle of his thrusts, allowing him to go deeper, and giving him better leverage to move faster and thrust harder. Within a few rough snaps of his hips, Gojyo was writhing beneath him, breath coming out in harsh pants. He pushed harder, and thumbed the underside of Gojyo's erection. He moaned a broken version of Sanzo's name as he came, his seed pouring into the blondes hand, and pooling on his stomach.

 

“I love you, Gojyo…” he said. His voice choking on the emotion he always felt when he looked down at his lover and felt his throbbing member being clenched by Gojyo's body. His thrusts were erratic, but he didn't care, he was dangerously close. He slammed forward one more time, and came as he took the redheads lips in a bruising kiss.

 

Gojyo moaned into his lovers mouth as he felt hot seed, hit his prostate, and shivered. Sanzo collapsed on top of him, and he felt nails scraping over his back. “Gojyo…” he whispered, as his heart tried to slacken its pace, and he took several deep breaths, trying to come down from his intense orgasm.

 

“I know baby… relax…” Sanzo looked into scarlet eyes, and felt warmth spread through his chest.

 

How the hell did I ever get this lucky?

 

Sanzo rolled off his lover, and pulled him close. He checked his cell phone for the time. It was only seven o'clock. He had just enough time to catch a short nap, and take a bath with Gojyo before he had to go. He knew he was supposed to stay the night tonight, but his father had blown his business trip story out of the water. He had yet to tell Gojyo, and winced at the response he knew he would receive.

 

“Hey, Gojyo?” he nudged.

 

“Hmmm?” the redhead said in confusion. He'd obviously been sleeping, and Sanzo cursed himself for disturbing his peace, and with bad news no less.

 

“Want to take a bath?”

 

“Later. Sleep now,” the redhead replied and snuggled closer, wrapping his arms around Sanzo's waist, his head resting on his lovers pale chest. With a pleased sigh he added, “This is nice…”

 

Sanzo cringed, Gojyo was on cloud nine, and he was about to shove him off, and send him cascading into the abyss. I'm such an asshole… I don't know why he puts up with me… Sanzo growled in frustration as his other life stole him away from where he wanted to be… again. It was the third time this month, and he felt like shit.

 

“Gojyo…”

“Yeah?” he said, one eye opened, and an eyebrow arched gracefully.

“It's gonna have to be now or…” he paused as he watched Gojyo sit up.

“Or?” the redhead said, anger radiating off his skin.

“Never… I have to go home tonight…” he mumbled.

Gojyo shot out of bed, “WHAT?!? Again? Oh goddamn it, Sanzo. “

“I set everything up, and then Shuuei…”

 

“You know what, Sanzo? Forget it. It's fine. Whatever,” Gojyo said, almost too calmly, and left the room.

 

He may have said forget it, but he's pissed… I'm gonna pay big time for this one…

 

Gojyo reappeared with a pack of Marlboro Reds and newspaper in hand, and laid them on the bed side table. He glanced at Sanzo briefly, then made himself more comfortable, using a pillow to prop up his upper half, and stretched out his lean legs. Sanzo crawled over him on all fours and tried to sneak a kiss, but Gojyo turned his head away. “Gojyo?” but the redhead didn't grace him with even a flinch to show his acknowledgement.

 

I knew it… he's totally pissed…

 

“Gojyo? Look at me, please.” Two piercing eyes met his gaze, and Sanzo shuddered at the fury just underneath the surface. “I'll make this up to you. I swear.” But Gojyo simply stared at him, his face a blank mask. “Goddamn it, Gojyo! Don't shut me out right now. I'm sorry, okay? There was nothing…”

 

Finally the frigid exterior caved in, and Gojyo shoved him away so violently, that he fell off the bed. “…You could do. I've heard it all before, and I'm not interested.”

 

“I really will make it up to you. I promise,” Sanzo pleaded, his heart pounding in his chest, as he got to his feet. He was terrified that the redhead hated him, and that this time he wouldn't be able to fix it, like he had all the other times, over the past year and a half.

 

“You said that last time. Tonight is the night you're supposed to be making it up to me.”

“Gojyo…”

 

“Aren't you leaving?” he asked the blonde. “You already got what you came for…” he added under his breath.

 

“What?” Sanzo asked, arching his eyebrow.

“Are… you… leaving?” he repeated, emphasizing every word with a hand gesture.

 

Got what I came for? What the hell does that mean?

 

“Fine, Gojyo. You want me to go? I'm gone.” He moved down the hallway, then stopped dead in his tracks. He needed to tell him, even if he already knew…

 

“I love you. You know that, right?” Sanzo asked hopefully.

“Yeah,” his lover replied as he lit his cigarette, but his gaze never wandered to the doorway.

“I'll see you later,” Sanzo said, and made his way into the living room to collect his clothing.

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Sanzo inserted his keys into the ignition of his brand new black BMW M3, he turned the key, and the engine purred to life. Goddamn it! he thought as he pounded his fist on the steering wheel. Everything was falling apart, and instead of being where he needed to be, he was driving home, or whatever hollow shallow mockery of a home him and Mei, albeit unknowingly on her part, had created.

 

He lit a cigarette, and tried to relax. When he heard an ever familiar jingle, he flipped open his cell phone, and barked, “What?”

 

“My, my, Sanzo. What's gotten you all flustered?” his father asked.

“You know perfectly well, what I'm upset about.”

“I assure you, I have absolutely no idea.”

 

“When Mei and I got married, you had no problem with me keeping my relationship with Gojyo going. But now, every time I arrange to spend more than a few hours with him, you ruin it.”

 

“Do I?” his father asked conversationally as if they were talking about the weather.

 

Do I… Sanzo mimicked in his mind… fucking asshole…

 

“Don't patronize me. I'm not fifteen years old anymore.”

“No you aren't. Perhaps you should start acting your age then.”

“Acting my age…”

 

“Yes! It's high time you put all this foolishness aside, and became a man. There are things in life that need to be done, and while they may not be pleasant, they need to be done none-the-less.”

 

Sanzo let out a long sigh, “Is it so wrong for me to want to be with the man I love?”

“Yes,” his father growled. “It's a perversion, and you have yet to produce an heir.”

 

All the fight left Sanzo's shoulders. He wasn't going to win this round. “If I give you an heir, will you let me live my life in peace, the way I see fit?”

 

“Of course.”

“You're destroying the only thing that's ever mattered to me.”

“Not intentionally. My deepest… apologies,” Shuuei said in a sickly sweet tone.

 

Sanzo knew the words were empty and meaningless. With his father, they always were. “Apologies? Don't bullshit me. You're thrilled right now. I can hear it in your voice. You conniving manipulative selfish son of a bitch…”

 

“You insolent little…”

 

“Know this, if I lose Gojyo… I swear to god… you really will be sorry!” Sanzo slammed his phone down on the passenger seat, his body shaking with barely contained rage. He pulled into the parking garage, and waited until he cooled down.

 

He made his way into his condo, and plastered a smile on his face. “Mei?”

 

“In here, honey.” He followed her voice, and found himself in the living room. “How was work?” she asked, coming over to greet him.

 

“Long day,” he said, giving her his cheek when she tried to kiss his lips. “I'm going to get some rest.”

“Okay,” Mei called after him, her voice laced with concern.

 

My entire life is a lie…

 

Gojyo's POV…

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“I love you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” he replied lighting a cigarette.

“I'll see you later.”

 

He listened to exposed feet pad across the hardwood floors. He took a long drag, rested his cigarette in the ashtray, and pulled the folded newspaper in front of his face. He could hear the clack of wingtip shoes, the jingle of keys, and the bang of cabinets. By the time he finished his cigarette the front door had already closed.

 

“Bastard…” he muttered to himself. “He was supposed to stay the night.” I ordered a nice dinner and everything. His favorite, and I was going to be desert. Now all that food is going to go to waste. Well at least he got what he came for… “You know what? Fuck this! If he doesn't want to be here… doesn't want to make the time to be here… then neither will I!” He grabbed the phone and dialed his neighbor. He should be home by now…

 

“Hello?”

“Kai…”

“Gojyo, what's up?”

“Got any plans tonight?”

“No. I was going to get some sleep. I have to work really early tomorrow morning.”

“Oh… Well… Why don't you come to Decadence with me. It'll be fun.”

“No way. I'll never be able to wake up tomorrow.”

“Oh, come on, Hakkai. How long has it been since you got laid?”

“Gojyo! I don't think…”

 

“You're coming. I can't take my pretty ass to the club all alone now can I? I'll meet you in the hall at 10.”

 

“What? It's already 8:30. That's not enough…”

 

“Ten Kai. Oh and dress sexy. None of that `monocle I'm your Great Grand Father Jobe' crap,” he said, then hung up.

 

Lovers always had good days, and bad days. Lately they'd been having more bad then good. He was always busy. He'd make plans, show up late, and then bale out early. There was always somewhere else he needed, and most likely, wanted, to be. Naturally, that was to be expected when your lover was C.E.O. of Zenon Industries. It was another world, and these days, he was there more often than here. Gojyo had no illusions about who he'd become, and what this was. Love was a bitch, and he'd been caught in her web for almost three years.

 

I better grab a quick shower…

 

Gojyo dried off, and squeezed himself into his tightest black leather pants. A sleeveless red mesh crop-top, that bared his perfect washboard stomach, completed the ensemble. Two leather bracelets, one velvet collar, and his new black boots later, he was ready to go. He gave himself a once over in the mirror, and decided that something was missing. He added a line of black eyeliner to each eye, to make his crimson orbs really sparkle, and looked at his reflection again. Much better…

 

When he made his way into the hallway, to meet Hakkai, he was pleasantly surprised. Hakkai had actually bothered to primp, and Gojyo mentally patted himself on the back. He was definitely going to get Hakkai laid tonight. It was his duty as best friend and neighbor. Of course, there was nothing wrong with getting his ego stroked while he was at it. Lately, he'd been feeling rather undesirable, and nothing but good old fashion debauchery would fix that. As it just so happened… there was no other place that promised wickedness and a little depravity, like Decadence, and he couldn't wait!

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Gojyo strode into Decadence, and smiled. The crowd was looking good, and he knew he'd get what he came for. Tonight was all about harmless fun. He could let loose, be himself, and soak up some attention. Then he could go home, take a hot bath, and fester over how stupid Sanzo was for not appreciating him, when so many others would be willing to.

 

He found his way to the bar and the bartender made his way over with a smile, “Hey, Gojyo. Long time no see. How you been?”

 

“Perfect,” Gojyo replied with a tight smile.

“That was believable. What can I get you? Anything… you name it… on the house.”

“Can't you see how much I'm suffering?”

 

Jared, the bartender, laughed. God… I love those dimples… “Oh yeah you're suffering all right. All night long good enough for you?”

 

“That's just what I had in mind, Jared. Oh wait… you were talking about drinks. That'll have to do I guess.” Gojyo said, a naughty gleam in his eye, as he dragged a finger down the boys arm.

 

Jared watched the tan finger leave his skin and gave Gojyo a wicked smile. “Whiskey?” he asked as he placed a shot glass on the bar in front of Gojyo.

 

“Yeah, and keep `em coming. I don't want to see this glass empty.”

“You got it.”

 

Several shots later, Gojyo was feeling pleasantly buzzed. He'd gotten Jared's number, and was seriously considering taking the boy up on his offer for a date. Hakkai seemed to have met himself a hottie, and they looked to be getting along quite well, if their suggestive dance moves were a hint of what was to come. All things considered, the night was turning out better than it had started.

 

Unfortunately, he kept hearing Sanzo's pained voice in his head…

 

“I love you… you know that right?”

 

He should have said `I love you too', in his heart he knew that it had been a cruel thing to do, but it was too late to take it back now. And turn about was fair play. Sanzo had hurt him, so he'd struck back. Of course, he'd also hit below the belt. “Jared, sweetie?”

 

“Yeah?”

“I think I'm gonna need another glass. Keep `em both filled.”

“No problem.”

“Thanks.”

 

He wolfed down a couple more shots, and moved onto the crowded dance floor. He danced with anybody and everybody who took the opportunity to rub against his naked flesh. Finally, he found a partner he liked, and ground against him. Their bodies moving in sync. Fingernails grazed the sensitive skin of his stomach, and he could feel the other mans arousal pressing against his ass.

 

Stupid Sanzo, he thought with a smile. There are others who would be willing to be with me and only me. So why am I not good enough for you?

 

He pressed his front into the other man, and crushed their hips together. He was rewarded with a groan, and smiled deviously. The other man, seemingly getting the wrong idea, tried to kiss him, and when he refused, the guy got pushy. Bodies pressed in around him, and he felt like he was drowning in a sea of people. The sweaty paws clawing at his skin were making his stomach churn and he realized… that's how his heart felt… like it was sinking…

 

More booze… Definitely need another drink…

 

Without a second thought to the man he was dancing with, he moved off the dance floor, pushing against the flow of bodies. He almost made it to the bar, when a hand landed on his shoulder. “Can I help you,” he growled. “Oh, Kaiga. I'm sorry. What's up?”

 

“I'm doing well,” the quiet bouncer replied.

“Walk with me…” he said dragging Kaiga to the bar with him.

“You've been invited into VIP.”

“Okay. Is that supposed to mean something to me?” Gojyo asked as he took two more shots.

Kaiga watched Gojyo with worry. “Where's Mr. Douji?”

“Nobody knows, and nobody cares!” Gojyo stated angrily.

 

Kaiga nodded his head in acquiescence. “So will you accept the invitation? Or should I tell him that you declined the offer?”

 

Gojyo took the time to drop back four more shots before he answered, “Sounds good to me.” He took a moment to say goodbye to his cutie behind the bar, then followed Kaiga into VIP.

 

When he made his way inside, the room was dim, and a tall slender figure was standing at the one-sided mirror, looking over the crowd. “Hey beautiful…” he said in greeting, without turning away from the glass. Gojyo stepped closer, and the man finally turned to face him.

 

“…You, may call me, Ni…”