Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Hush, Sweet Priest ❯ i cant believe you actually picked me ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

AN: it's two in the morning. I'm submitting this because I need help with the next chapter. Sex is a promise to come because I'm a yaoi fangirl and a pervert. It happens. I dun own saiyuki because if I did Hakkai and Sanzo would be smexxin' every chance they got, but hey, that's just me. Anyways, have fun reading. And yes, I'm aware that it changed from past-to-present tense. I'm working on it. Give me a break. Two in the morn, memmer? Give the Mexican a break, gachos.

 

Chapter 1: I cant believe you actually picked me

 

I sighed as we drove along. Sanzo didn't want to stop tonight, and made me keep on going as long as Hakuryu stayed awake. I had to admit, I was getting tired, but that wasn't my problem.

 

It was quiet for once in the jeep. Gojyo and Goku had fallen asleep. I looked in my rear-view mirror, they're cute. Gojyo was laying back and Goku had curled up on top of him, probably seeking warmth. Gojyo had an arm draped over him, it really was sweet.

 

Hakuryu cheeped and I stopped. I knew my little friend was tired. I looked at Sanzo “he can't go on anymore. He's too sleepy,” I told the golden haired priest. He growled slightly but sighed, “Fine, we'll stop to sleep, but we're moving out as soon as he wakes up,” he countered. I sighed again and nodded. “Sure,” was all I could say, I moved Hakuryu to a clearing and parked. I shut off his engine and leaned back in my seat, looking up at the moon.

 

There was soon soft snoring to the side of me. Sanzo had fallen asleep, apparently more tired then thought. I turned to look at him, which wasn't to hard since the moonlight hit the jeep just perfectly.

 

I understood why Goku was so enticed with him. His gorgeous golden hair, it shined wonderfully. He turned his head and a lock of it fell in his face. I reached over and brushed it away, my hand accidentally touched his face as I did so. His face was as soft…as soft as baby's skin I thought. He shifted a little and I pulled my hand away, not wanting to wake the sleeping beauty. I leaned back again, admiring him. I remember falling asleep, thinking of how beautiful Genjo Sanzo was in the moonlight.

 

I woke up a few minutes after falling asleep, there was pressure on my shoulder. I turned my head to look and got a face full of blond hair. I meeped, Sanzo was leaning on me. He was shivering a little, cold. I looked up. It had gotten colder. Then again, it was winter and snow fall was two weeks late.

 

I put an arm around him, careful not to let my palm touch him. for being cold, he sure was warm. I leaned over so that he could be more comfortable. He was so soft. I prayed that he wouldn't shoot me in the morning for this. And then, I think to myself, “for what? For keeping him warm? …or was this more? Do I mean this as more? Arg…” there was a pain in my stomach. My scar. It burned. I knew I had done a bit much moving around earlier.

 

We had stopped to eat and were attacked. A demon was about to get Sanzo from behind, so I blocked the attack. In return I got a slash across my scar. I had it bandaged, and it wasn't that big a deal, but apparently it opened. I straightened back up and looked down at my stomach.

 

I suddenly felt a pair of eyes watching me. I looked up and turned my head. Sanzo was awake. His droopy lavender eyes sparkled in the moonlight, he truly looks like something else. An angel perhaps…

 

I learned about angels at the orphanage. They said, that they were beautiful creatures. Devine…otherworldly. With wings that could get a large as a room. And that only special, chosen ones could see them. I never really believed in them…but I could have sworn that I had one in front of me right now.

 

“Something wrong, Hakkai?” he asked me, his deep voice was clear in the silent night, it almost made me shiver. I shook my head.

 

“No, I just think my cut opened, that's all” I nodded reassuringly. His eyes starred into mine, then just at my left. My false eye, I start to feel nervous. He does this from time to time. I hate it.

 

“let me see it,” he states. I raise my shirt and he shakes his head. “cant see it. Get out of the jeep.” He tells me as he gets out himself. I did as I'm told and we met each other half away in the front of the jeep. I raised my shirt and he squatted down on his ankles. I reached around to my back and undid the bandage, slowly revealing my stomach and my scar, including the new cut.

 

He leans closer, inspecting it. I feel his warm breath on my stomach. I look down at him. He's so close…so close and yet…he's so distant. My mind starts to wonder, I remember the last time some one was so close to there…I groan, forgetting where I am. “Shit” I think to myself, I can already feel it, pants, tight.

 

Sanzo's brow is cocked, he stares up at me and I close my eyes. My face is red. I'm embarrassed as hell. How could I let myself get so sexual frustrated? Obviously, my mind and my body don't agree with each other. My eyes open and I look down again, Sanzo's looking down as well, staring at the bulge in front of him.

 

I whimper softly, no longer able to control myself. Sanzo looks at the jeep, with a weird expression. He looks up at me. That bastard's smirking. Smirking! Of all things to do, he's smirking. I feel like I'm being laughed at. Laughed at for not being able to control myself. Laughed at for once thinking like a normal man. Like Gojyo. My fist clenches and it becomes apparent that Sanzo noticed the change in my attitude. That asshole. I bet he's enjoying this.

He stands up and we look at each other. Neither of us say anything. He looks at the jeep again, for what who knows. I look down at my feet. He looks back at me. And suddenly Sanzo's pressed against me, his lips hit mine and we kiss. Priest and demon, locking lips. His arms wrap around my neck, and I almost stumble over. My hands clench in his robes, so warm…

 

End chapter 1.

 

Here's the scoop: I name chapters from whatever song I'm listening to that fits that couple. Personally, I think that “Calling you” by “blue October” fits this couple for my own reasons. >->; Praise appreciated, creative critism may not be appreciated as much, but is needed. Thanks.