Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Counterfeit Life ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 10 )

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.

 

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 9: Barren

Sanzo's POV…

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I fucked up so bad last night, Sanzo thought as he tied his tie. I really need to fix this.

 

“Sanzo, is everything alright?” Mei asked.

 

“Everything's fine, Mei. You needn't worry. I've just been working too hard,” he replied leaving a small kiss on her cheek. As he moved to leave she stopped him with a tender hand on his wrist.

 

“Sanzo, maybe we could take a vacation? We could go to our special place,” she said shyly.

 

Our special place? What the hell is she talking about?

 

His face must have shown his confusion, because she frowned. “Oh, Sanzo, don't tell me you've forgotten already. It hasn't even been two years yet. Maui? That waterfall?”

 

“Oh right, the honeymoon. I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind, and I don't have the time to take a vacation right now, sweetie. I'm dealing with a new investor, and…”

 

She gave him a slight pout, “Well, okay. But you look like you could really use it. You've been working late every night, and you always seem angry when you get home. You're stressed out.”

 

He shook his head lightly. There was no way he was taking a vacation, at any point in the foreseeable future. Any more time away from Gojyo, and he'd lose the redhead for sure, and that was something he wasn't willing to risk, even though she was right. He really did need a vacation. A vacation away from all the superfluous things that didn't matter to him in the least.

 

She tried to kiss him, but he interrupted her the only way he knew how. “I appreciate your concern, really. You want to take a vacation, we'll work it out,” he said soothingly. “But right now, I don't have the time to spare. I'm sorry.”

 

“But, Sanzo…”

“I have to leave for work now. We'll talk later,” he said.

 

With nimbleness, that any gymnast would be jealous of, he evaded her advance, and made it out the front door. When he closed it behind him, he banged his head on the door, and let out a large sigh. She was getting harder and harder to avoid.

 

I wonder if she knows? The idea of that even being a possibility shook him so deeply, that he forced himself to ignore it. She doesn't deserve this…

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Sanzo gave a frustrated sigh, and lit a cigarette. He was stuck in traffic yet again, and it was driving him crazy. There was something irritating about being stuck unmoving, in a car. A car was meant for travel, yet he'd been in the same place for ten minutes. He pressed the dial to change the radio station. When he hit the third button, he smiled. “Oh yeah…” I love this song, he thought as he turned up the volume.

 

“If I wrote you a symphony, just to say how much you mean to me…” Sanzo sung as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He'd be embarrassed to admit to anyone that he liked this song, but it was so damn catchy. “If I told you… you were beautiful… would you date me on the regular…” He pulled off the express way and onto a side street in the hopes of escaping traffic, “This ring… it represents my heart… there's just one thing I need from you…. Say I do…” but he found himself stuck in construction traffic.

 

“Oh goddamn it!! I'm never going to get to the fucking office!” he shouted in annoyance, and threw his cigarette out the window. He debated with himself for a couple minutes and decided that he would just have to venture into unknown territory. There had to be a few unblocked roads, between this jackhammer, and his office. He would just have to find them.

 

He turned down an alley, took a left, then made several more lefts and rights. Why the hell does this place look so familiar? Taking another right, he realized he was only a few blocks from Gojyo's apartment. Hmmm… Office? Gojyo? Office? Gojyo? He couldn't figure out why he was even bothering to pretend. There was no contest. He'd just have to call the office and make up some excuse.

 

He was surprised by the fact that he'd ended up here, in the first place, but he didn't fight it. It was probably fate, and right now, he didn't care. He usually came from the other direction on his way home from work, so finding himself here was a strange sort of blessing. Although, he knew he would never be able to take the same route again.

 

What street is this?, he wondered, as he looked left and right. There was a store somewhere around here that made gift baskets, and he wasn't about to pop in on the already angry redhead, without gifts. Gojyo had a mean temper, and waking him up this early, would only make it worse. Gifts were a necessity. “Washington…” he said reading the sign. If memory served it would be on his right side about a block up.

 

He found a parking space, and got out. He strolled up the street, and found just what he was looking for. “How can I help you, Sir?” the young man behind the counter said. His name tag labeled him `Goku'.

 

“I know you guys sell gift baskets here, but I was wondering if I could buy a dozen yellow roses, and maybe a bottle of red wine?”

 

“We aren't supposed to sell liquor this early in the morning…”

“Can't you make an exception?”

“I'm afraid I can't.”

“This is an extenuating circumstance.”

“I could lose my job.”

“You seeing anybody, Goku?”

“No, but…”

 

“Right, well I am… maybe. I fucked up big time yesterday, and I'm pretty sure that if I show up without gifts, my sexy redhead is going to dump me. Help a guy out…” The boy warred internally, and Sanzo held his breath.

 

“Alright. But just this once.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“You're total is going to be… $174.53”

“Here you go,” Sanzo said handing the boy his black card.

 

The boy ruffled a bit, when he read the name, but kept his cool. He handed the card back to Sanzo, along with a receipt and a pen. He put his card back in his wallet, signed the slip, handed it back to the boy, and tossed his customer receipt, after ripping it up. Looking at the young boy again, he decided he was feeling generous, pulled a fifty from his wallet, and handed it to him. “Thanks again, for all your help. Take Care.”

 

The boy spluttered, but managed to find words. “Uh… Thanks, you too.”

 

He hopped back into his car, and was at Gojyo's place in no time. He took off his wedding ring, hopped out of the car, wine and roses in hand, and almost whistled as he made his way to the elevator. When he got to the seventh floor, he stepped out of the elevator, pulled out his keys, and let himself in.

 

“Go…” he began as he found his way into the bedroom, but stopped short. Who the FUCK is that?!!? Sanzo didn't know what the hell to say. His beautiful redhead was naked, his face pressed into the back of a slender man, and an arm thrown over the other body, holding him close. He let someone else mark him?, Sanzo thought noticing several hickeys on his neck, and what appeared to be a bite mark, on his lovers shoulder.

 

Sanzo backed out of the room slowly. When he got to the end of the hallway, he ran like the devil was chasing him. He found the front door, wrenched it open, and tore down the hallway, paying no attention to the fact that the door had slammed behind him. When he made it to the parking garage, he tossed the wine and roses into a dumpster, and climbed into his car.

 

How the fuck could he do this to me?, he thought and punched the steering wheel with a viciousness, he didn't know he possessed. I should go back up there and drag that mother fucker out of my bed by his hair. Who the hell does he think he is anyway? Laying in MY bed with MY Gojyo… “SHIT!” He forced his key into the ignition, and squealed out of the parking garage, heedless of the cars that might meet him along the way.

 

Gojyo's POV…

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Gojyo rolled over in bed, and felt a warm body. Sanzo? he thought with a smile. He nuzzled closer, ran his hand up his lovers back, and tangled his fingers in coarse locks. Did he get a haircut? Gojyo thought in his sleep fogged mind, then stiffened. Something about this was… all wrong. The hair was rough, Sanzo's was always silky, and this hair was far too short. He opened his eyes, and grimaced. Who the hell…

 

He pushed himself out of bed and winced. His entire body stung. He snuck into the bathroom, and checked himself out in the mirror. He had hickeys and bite marks everywhere, and bruises on his hips, most likely from the mans fingers. Whoever the man was, Gojyo didn't know, but he obviously wasn't the gentle type. Gojyo felt dirty and yearned for a shower, but instead he wrapped a robe around his slender form.

 

I need to get him out of here…

 

Gojyo heard a thump, and walked out of the bathroom. The man was already out of bed, and half dressed. Gojyo took a good look at his face, and a wave of memories flowed over him. Ni? He watched quietly while the man buttoned his shirt, and slipped on his shoes. He stopped at the door on his way out, and said, “Thanks for the warm bed, and an even hotter fuck.” Without any more words, he disappeared down the hallway, giving off a high-pitched giggle.

 

When Gojyo heard the front door close, his entire body started to shake, and he collapsed in the middle of his bedroom floor. His heart was racing in his chest, and his mouth went dry. Oh fuck… that didn't just happen…But he knew that it had, and he couldn't take it back, no matter how much he wished he could. What the hell have I done?

 

He pulled himself from the floor and went back into the bathroom. He climbed into the shower and turned the hot water on full blast. He could smell sex on his skin, and it was making him sick to his stomach. As he stood with his back under the spray, he saw some of the water turning pink as it swirled down the drain, and scowled. Definitely not gentle…

 

He scrubbed his skin over and over, until it was red, but he couldn't erase the mans scent. No matter how much he rubbed, no matter how hard he scoured, the scent of sex was heavy in the air. His memory was still a little hazy, but he knew enough. He remembered being slammed against his front door, and having his pants pushed harshly down his legs. The feel of clammy hands all over his body as he was bent over the back of the couch…

 

“Please…”

“Please what, slut?”

“…Fuck me…”

 

At the memory of how roughly he'd been penetrated, Gojyo shuddered. He'd actually begged for this. The idea made him want to vomit. He sank down into the bathtub, and turned off the shower, filling the tub for a bath. His entire body was trembling, and despite the searing temperature of the water, he felt dangerously cold. Gojyo shut off the water, pulled his knees to his chest, and curled into a ball. His memory kept playing small flashes of the previous night over and over.

 

“Oh god yes… harder… fuck me harder…”

“Harder?”

“Yeah… Nnngh… Faster…”

“How's that, whore?”

“Oh yeah that's it… fuck my tight little hole…”

 

He'd let a stranger violate his body, in the most perverse way possible, and he'd enjoyed it. His body had been torn and rubbed raw, and he'd asked for it. He'd been used and disrespected, and he'd wanted it. All for the sake of some twisted sense of revenge.

 

…Whore… Whore… Whore… Ni's voice echoed in his head, and he cringed. I'm not a whore…His fingers grazed one of the bite marks, and he flinched. Soundless tears rolled down his cheeks, his burning body was wracked with seizures, and he wished for familiar arms.

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Gojyo pulled his sweater around his body tighter, and took a sip from the mug clenched between his fingers. It'd been over a week since he'd talked to Sanzo, and he was starting to wonder if he ever would. I was such a bastard! I didn't even tell him I loved him! What if I never see him again? He'd wanted to call, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It would have been wrong to seek Sanzo's comfort for the mental and emotional pain he'd been suffering through. Pain he'd brought on himself.

 

The marks, had all but disappeared, but he knew the guilt never would. Every time he looked in the mirror, he hated what he saw. Sanzo deserved to know, and he would tell him, but not before he showed the blonde how much he loved him, in every way he possibly could. That was his first priority.

 

The phone rang, and his hand hovered over it. He didn't want to get his hopes up again, but no matter what happened, he always hoped it was his lover on the other end. “Hello?”

 

“Gojyo…”

“San-Sanzo…” Gojyo said in surprise

“Yeah…”

 

“H-How have you be-en?” Gojyo stuttered trying to hide his trembling voice. Weather they were tears of joy or sadness he didn't know, and at the moment, he didn't really care.

 

“Been better…” Sanzo growled.

 

He's so mad…

 

“I-I… what hap-happened?” Gojyo asked shakily.

“Gojyo, are you alright?”

“Uhhh… yeah… f-fine.” Gojyo replied, choking back a sob.

“I'm on my way over. We need to talk,” Sanzo said sternly

“Okay. I'll be here.”

“Bye…”

“I love you…” Gojyo added sadly.

 

But Sanzo didn't respond. He simply hung up. He's definitely not happy, Gojyo thought as he stared at the phone. He didn't say I love you too.

 

Gojyo checked himself out in the mirror. He was a wreck. His hair was messy, and he had circles under his eyes. But none of that really mattered. He wanted Sanzo to see him, how he truly was. No frills, no bullshit. He ran a brush through his hair, and went into the living room to wait…