Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Drowning in Blood ❯ One-Shot

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Another random story brought to you by me! A little present for my friend Olivia. Another utter
yaoi PWP (yes, I have issues with plot). I know next to nothing about Saiyuki so I had to get some
details from Dan and Olivia. Go ahead and review it and comment. I am more than happy to hear what
you have to say. If you find grammar problems, please blame my boyfriend, as he's the one in charge
of corrections (among other things *smirk*).

As my beloved Wolf would say: Cheers,
Dragon



Drowning in Blood
by Dragon'night



"Ow, damn it."

Gojyo crushed the youkai's skull in irritation and gazed mournfully at his crushed pack of
cigarettes. He hadn't had time to tuck the pack away when the youkai had arrived and now he was
paying for it. It was his last pack and he didn't know how far away from the nearest store they
were. He took out his irritation on the next youkai to charge him. Grumbling at the unfairness of
the universe, he proceeded to kill all the youkai in his reach. Once finished with his task, he
glanced around to see the others finishing up. He glanced down at his cigarettes again and sighed.
Then he smelled something and turned his head.

He grinned in a predatory manner and started walking.


Sanzo lit a cigarette and inhaled. He leisurely put his gun back in its hiding place. A hand
reached over and snatched the cigarette from his lips.

Immediately he pulled out his fan to smack the offender. His hand was caught as he was about to
swing. He glared at Gojyo, who gave him an insufferable grin.

"Thanks, I just ran out."

Sanzo's other fist came out to slam into Gojyo's stomach. Gojyo gasped in surprise and the filched
cigarette dropped from his lips. Sanzo caught it deftly before it fell. He wrenched his hand out of
Gojyo's grip and headed over to the jeep.

Gojyo smirked at Sanzo's actions and headed after him. He loved it when the monk got angry, it was
just too much fun to provoke him at times. Hakkai shook his head at their spat and refrained from
scolding them.

"Come on, Sanzo, just one cigarette." Gojyo complained.

"Get your own." Sanzo replied shortly.

"I need one now." Gojyo responded.

Sanzo just gave him a look.

"Perhaps-" Hakkai shut himself up as Sanzo turned that glare on him.

"Bastard." Gojyo muttered.

Sanzo snorted and went over to sit in the jeep.

"Only a few hours until the next town." Hakkai said soothingly.

Gojyo groaned, he couldn't last that long. He cast a longing look at the cigarette between Sanzo's
thin lips. Damn the man.





Gojyo was torn between dashing into the store to get his cigarettes and bashing Sanzo's head in for
not sharing. He settled for a leisurely looking stroll and murderous thoughts instead. The others
were heading towards the inn for the night. Gojyo swore to himself that he would hit Sanzo if the
man stuck him in a room with the blasted monkey again. He could almost swear that the blasted monk
had it out for him. One day he and the monk would have it out, and then the monk would know who was
in charge.

If only he could keep Goku out of the fight, that was. Damned monkey was almost worse than his
master. Only Goku wasn't nearly as good-looking as Sanzo was. Gojyo tried to imagine Sanzo as a
woman but frowned as he realised that Sanzo's personality would make him a crappy woman. He
shrugged off the thought as he bought his cigarettes but it surfaced again as he realised that
there could be more than one way to display his mastery over Sanzo.

He paused at that thought and then considered it more carefully. It hadn't occurred to him before,
but now that it was in his mind, it didn't look like it was going away anytime soon. He shrugged to
himself and continued to the inn.





He wanted him badly. He could deny it out loud but he couldn't deny it in the privacy of his own
thoughts. He couldn't deny what he dreamed at night. He could only pretend that it didn't happen
during the day. He could only ignore his urges and try hard not to give in. It would've been easy
if he didn't have to fight with him all the time. The fighting just made him want him more. And the
blood, all the blood, was a constant reminder. Damn it all, why did the man have to be so enticing.





Gojyo was startled out of his dreams by Goku's loud snoring. Wasting a glare on the oblivious monkey
made him feel marginally better and he threw a pillow in the general direction of the noise. Now that
he was awake, there was no way he'd be able to fall back asleep. Damn, nights without women suck. He
ran a hand through his hair in exasperation as he pondered what to do with himself. Cursing softly, he
pulled on some clothes and made his way to the balcony. Once there, he leaned over the railing to gaze
into the dark night, as if it somehow held the cause of his insomnia. He pulled out a cigarette and
lit it. Inhaling deeply, his thoughts turned towards his dream. It had been an odd one that was for
sure. He wasn't sure he liked it. He briefly wondered if it meant something, but quickly rejected the
notion, he wasn't superstitious after all. Instead he damned his dreams a few times and smiled as it
made him feel somewhat better.

He sighed and thought about going to find a woman, but decided against it. It's pretty hard to get lucky
at this hour. He ground out his cigarette and headed back inside for a last-attempt to get some sleep.

After he left, another figure also headed back inside.





Gojyo and Goku did a great double team on the youkai, slamming him face first into the ground while
grinding his nose into the dirt. Gojyo grinned in satisfaction and casually mashed the face of the
youkai sneaking up behind him. Over at the other end, Sanzo and a youkai were making small talk, of
all things. Curious, Gojyo sidled over to listen.

"We just want you to die, is that so much to ask?" the youkai said.

Sanzo snorted at the comment. "There's no reason to oblige you," he replied, pulling out a
cigarette.

"It's for the greater good," the youkai tried.

Sanzo snorted again and lit his cigarette. "Greater good for who? Who cares about filthy youkai."

The youkai snarled. "Such talk from a high and mighty monk that reeks of those you've killed.
There's more than just youkai blood on you, monk."

Sanzo looked unaffected by the words. Then again, Sanzo generally looked unaffected by everything.
Gojyo was starting to get bored by the conversation.

"Hurry it up, we don't have all day," he said. "Or do you think you can't take him?"

Sanzo shot Gojyo a look. "Shut up," he said.

Gojyo was about to retort when Sanzo whipped out his gun and shot the youkai before he had time to
be surprised.

"Slow." Gojyo teased as he sauntered back to Hakkai and Goku.

Sanzo snorted and followed at his own leisurely pace. Gojyo turned back slightly to say something
but he froze. His eyes widened and Sanzo's eyes met his.

"What?" he snapped.

"Nothing." Gojyo replied, turning back.

His mind was whirling though he strove to keep his usual countenance on his face. He didn't just
imagine that, did he? He could have sworn Sanzo had been looking at his butt. He took a quick
glance behind him again. Sanzo was looking off to his left. Gojyo turned back before Sanzo could
notice. Maybe he had imagined it.

And while he feverently hoped so, a small part of him didn't feel that way.





Due to his earlier discovery, Gojyo found himself trying to spy on Sanzo as much as possible
without being noticed. By the end of the day, he was sure that Sanzo had been checking him out at
least six times. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. On one hand, it was only natural that
people would want to check him out. On the other hand, it was Sanzo, of all people, checking him
out. He felt both proud and eerie at the same time. Had it been anyone else but Sanzo, he would
have known how to approach the matter, but now he was on unfamiliar territory and he didn't like
this feeling of being caught off-guard.

He pondered talking to Hakkai about it but then discarded the idea. Hakkai wasn't the best person
to talk about relationships with. Goku was out of the question, as the monkey had no idea what was
going on at the best of times. He was stuck with this problem and he wasn't sure what to do. He
needed time to process all of this. He needed time to think of a suitable plan of action.

He decided he'd think about it after he had a nice bout of sex with the serving wench he had seen
nearby. She looked like she'd be fun.





Hakkai noticed Gojyo's unusual silence the next day and asked him if all was well.

Gojyo gave him a lazy grin. "What a wildcat," he said with a wink.

There was a snort from Sanzo and a howl of "ero kappa!" from Goku. Gojyo grinned at the disgusted
monkey and leaned back in his seat with a smug look on his face.

"Just because you can't get any doesn't mean you should be jealous," he said.

Goku spluttered for an insult and then turned to Hakkai and asked what "get any" meant. Hakkai gave
a bit of a nervous laugh and was saved from answering by Sanzo, who hit Goku over the head. Goku
grumbled at Sanzo and subsided for all of ten minutes before he was back to bothering Gojyo again.
Gojyo rolled his eyes and decided to take a nap.

Before he did, he glanced at Sanzo, but the man wasn't looking back. Gojyo wondered if he was
slowly going crazy.


Hakkai wondered what was going on with Gojyo. He seemed quieter than usual. However, Gojyo wasn't
being talkative. He wondered what Sanzo had to do with it, for he had noticed that Gojyo had been
staring at Sanzo a lot lately. Usually Gojyo didn't pay Sanzo that kind of attention other than
during their little spats.

Hakkai smiled to himself, he wouldn't dignify their arguments as fights, and he figured that
calling them spats would amuse Gojyo to no end if he knew. Perhaps he'd tell Gojyo that tonight;
maybe it would cheer him up. At least it might get him out of this funk he currently had. Hakkai
wondered if the cigarette thing had really pissed off Gojyo, but the kappa wasn't usually one to
carry a grudge.

Hakkai decided he'd casually mention it just to see if he could get things going, because this was
starting to become annoying and unproductive.





Gojyo had spent most of the day napping, but in actuality he had been plotting what to do with this
new little discovery about Sanzo. He had two ideas foremost in mind, one being that he had to talk
to Hakkai before he went mad, the other that he just ignore it and pretend that it was all a bad
dream. Gojyo wasn't sure how much more he could stand of this; it wasn't his way to be patient.
Then a slow grin curved his face.

He had an idea.

"Hakkai, Gojyo's dreaming hentai things!" Goku whined. "He's smiling."

Gojyo allowed his smile to become lecherous.

"Wah! Stop him." Goku protested.

"Shut up."

There was the sound of fan meeting thick skull. Ah, sometimes it was just too easy.





Sanzo frowned abruptly as they were eating dinner. He glanced up at Gojyo and Goku but the two were
fighting over the food, as usual. He went back to his food but his head shot up again. Hakkai
glanced over at him inquiringly. Sanzo just went back to his food.

The next time he felt it, he kicked back, but missed. Getting irritated, he stood up and headed for
his room. Goku and Hakkai watched him go with puzzled looks.

Gojyo smiled very slightly.





It was getting worse. He was becoming more and more enticing. All the fighting. All the blood. He
was drowning in his want. Drowning in the blood of his desire. It was too much. It was not enough.
He fought it just as he fought the man by day. But the nights were getting to him, the dreams were
enveloping him and he found it hard to resist them anymore. He was even afraid to sleep with
someone in the room for fear they should hear him say that name. Damn it all! He was drowning and
he couldn't find a way out.





After a few days of playing footsie and brushing against Sanzo as often as possible, Gojyo had the
monk close to shooting him. Gojyo loved how Sanzo gritted his teeth at it, but there was that hint
of confusion in his gaze, as if he wasn't sure what Gojyo was up to. Gojyo decided it was time for
more drastic measures.





Sanzo was startled as Gojyo slammed him against the wall. His surprise quickly turned to anger at
being manhandled like that.

"What do you want?" he snarled.

Gojyo just grinned. Sanzo snorted and started to push away from Gojyo. Gojyo pushed him back
against the wall again. Sanzo glared at Gojyo, he was sick of whatever game Gojyo was playing.

"Get out of my way." Sanzo growled.

"Now, now, Sanzo, you know you like it." Gojyo replied with a smirk.

His smiled faltered only slightly as he felt Sanzo's gun press into his stomach. He leaned forward.

"When you're ready to admit it, I'll be waiting," he breathed.

He pulled away and strolled down the hall. Sanzo tucked his gun away and continued on his own way.
And also wondered why he didn't just shoot Gojyo and be done with the kappa's incessant annoyances.





"Good shot." Gojyo complimented as he sauntered over to lean an arm on Sanzo's shoulder. "But I
don't think you had to take off half his head in the process."

His fingers seemed to idly caress Sanzo's neck, so gently that it was more like the breeze playing
with the hair there. Sanzo shrugged off the arm as he glared at Gojyo.

"Right, of course you did." Gojyo agreed with a lecherous grin.

Sanzo snorted and headed for the jeep. Gojyo followed with another grin. He had felt that tiny
tremble in Sanzo's neck when he touched him. It was working like a charm.





Sanzo snarled as Gojyo tried to flatten him against the wall again.

"What the fuck do you want?" he snarled.

"Just this." Gojyo replied.

He leaned in and gave Sanzo a rough kiss. Sanzo pushed him off after a few seconds and the two
stared at each other, both looking slightly surprised at what had just transpired. Then Sanzo
hauled his arm back and punched Gojyo hard in the stomach.

Gojyo let out a puff of air as he collapsed onto the ground. Sanzo started off.

"You liked it." Gojyo managed to huff out.

Sanzo never turned back.





Damn. Damn. Damn. What had that been all about. It had been too much. He had almost cracked. So
close, the blood. So close, the fighting. Too close for comfort. It would kill him, he knew it. The
blood was rising too fast now and he would drown for sure. This slow dance of blood was about to
end, and he was going to be consumed by the need for blood. Consumed by his own lust and want. It
overwhelmed his fear and his control. For he wanted the blood badly. Wanted it so much he could
almost taste it.

All that blood...





Gojyo bolted half up with a gasp, fighting his way out of the clinging dream. He shook his head and
then pulled on a pair of pants. He stumbled out the door and into the dimness of the hallway. He
took a few deep breaths of air and tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. What an intense dream
that had been. He shook his head to clear his mind of the images. He'd been dreaming a hell of a
lot lately and he wasn't happy. Did he ever need to get a woman. He shook his head again and
stumbled back towards his room.

He almost fell into a room as a door suddenly opened. He swung in slightly to find himself face to
face with Sanzo. Both men's eyes widened upon seeing each other. Sanzo had the top half of his
robes down and Gojyo hadn't put a shirt on. Both men had sleep-tousled hair flecked with sweat from
dreams.

"You too, huh?" Gojyo guessed.

"What are you doing here?" Sanzo demanded, narrowing his eyes in anger.

Gojyo stared into those harsh purple eyes and leaned forward to kiss Sanzo. The monk allowed the
kiss for a few seconds before he bit Gojyo's lip. Gojyo pulled away with a curse, blood starting to
trickle down his chin. Sanzo stared wide-eyed at the blood running down the tanned face as he
licked the blood on his own lips.

"What the hell was that for?" Gojyo demanded.


The blood flowing down Gojyo's chin mesmerized Sanzo. It beckoned to him. Gojyo flinched back s
uddenly as Sanzo lurched forward. Gojyo's eyes widened in shock as a warm tongue licked the blood
off his chin. Once the blood was gone, Sanzo claimed Gojyo's lips again, attacking him, sucking the
blood from the small wound. Gojyo's thoughts shut down as that tongue probed his mouth. He wrapped
his arms around Sanzo and kissed the blond back fiercely. The two tongues duelled inside Gojyo's
mouth before switching playgrounds. Sanzo pulled Gojyo in, their mouths never separating, and shut
the door.

Sanzo sucked harshly on Gojyo's bleeding lower lip as he pulled the other man towards the bed.
Gojyo moaned in pain and pleasure at Sanzo's treatment. They reached the bed, Gojyo pushing Sanzo
down, Sanzo pulling him down with him. They landed together, Gojyo on top, his hair spilling down,
curtaining their faces.

Sanzo's eyes widened as his vision was cloaked in blood red. Then Gojyo's eyes met his and he was
suddenly surrounded in the overwhelming color of blood. Sanzo's eyes closed as he kissed Gojyo and
sucked in the sweet blood. He was being caressed by hands of blood. His lust rose and he wanted
more blood. He raked a hand down Gojyo's chest and the man hissed and bit Sanzo's lip in response.
Sanzo's breathing quickened, as he tasted his blood and Gojyo's.

All this blood.

It was too much, and he was drowning.

Drowning in the blood of his dreams.





The end

Wow, no sex in this one! I'm such an evil playboy. Since I picked on Gojyo last time, I decided
that turnabout was only fair. If you're a little put out about the lack of sex, just go find your
boyfriend or girlfriend and imagine what happens next. ;P
Comments or questions can be mailed to me at kurama_hiei_yu@yahoo.com

Dragon