Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Play it again..... ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Title: Play it again….

Anime: Saiyuki

Pairings: GojyoxSanzo

Warnings: Lemon, PWP, bad language

Disclaimers: I own nothing, nothing! ^_^

Please review and have a nice day

PS: the song used is David Usher's `Black, Black Heart' …cool song, check it out..

PPS: Look out for another Weiss Kreuz fic from me as well as a Gravitation fic… ja!

PPPS: Please forgive me for the one OOC comment that I allowed Sanzo..heheh…

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`What will it be soldier?'

The well-practiced tones of the man behind the bar made Gojyo halt his surveying of the club.

`Slammers…' simple, succinct and with emphasis on the plural, accompanied by a sizable wad of folded bills, which the bartender took without a word. With that taken care off, Gojyo busied himself by extracting a cigarette from the packet with just his lips and lighting it with a flick of his enameled Zippo. After taking a satisfying drag, he let it dangle from the corner of his mouth as he went back to appraising the club's occupants.

`Better enjoy this Gojyo,' he thought to himself, `who knows when your next leave is going to be.'

He gave himself a sudden deep chuckle. `Hell I don't even know where they're planning to ship me off to next either. For all I know its some godforsaken DMZ where they blow your fucking head off for sneezing.'

His internal monologue was suddenly interrupted as he noticed two girls in one of the darkened corners giving him an appreciative glance. In return he gave them his most charming smile, but any hopes of it going any further were immediately quashed when their dates joined them a few minutes later.

But Gojyo wasn't bothered. He had the whole night to hunt ………… and he knew he looked like a sin just waiting to be committed.

This last thought wasn't uttered in conceit, rather in total confidence. Although not in uniform, his tall, lean body filled out the sheer, almost transparent tailored black shirt he was wearing, emphasizing his sleekly muscled shoulders and providing glimpses of his well-defined chest. His chic leather pants were just tight enough encasing his long legs and narrow hips like a second skin. The dark color proved a stark contrast to his long Bordeaux colored hair, barely kept back by a black bandanna and sunset likened eyes, but if anything the mish mash of tones just brought out the apparent handsomeness of his features which even the twin scars on his cheek couldn't diminish.

Turning to the row of glasses that were now in front of him he downed two in straight succession, pouring the tequila straight down his throat and ignoring the lime and salt placed nearby. Turning the two shot glasses upside down, he could feel the alcohol's affect almost immediately, the faint buzz and warmth that seemed to make his whole body tingle. He cast his eye over the other eight for a brief moment before deciding to pace himself.

He didn't look it but Lieutenant-Colonel Gojyo at the age of 23 was the youngest man in his entire platoon to acquire that distinction. However it didn't mean that he was a model soldier with no amount of bullying, ordering or threatening proving successful enough incentives in making him give up his cigarettes, booze and one night stands.

Casual observers would often wonder why he hadn't been kicked out long ago due to his behavior and obvious insubordination. But Gojyo knew that his superiors very often turned a blind eye to his activities due to the simple fact that he was an extremely skilled soldier and thus a very valuable commodity. A reputation that he had earned due to a mixture of natural gifted abilities and hard work; so much so that there wasn't anyone in his division who was even close to being his equal.

As the last centimeter or so of his fag turned to ash, he didn't hesitate before reaching for another. This club was his favorite for two reasons. One: its smoky atmosphere and exceptional live band were a lot kinder to his senses then the glaring, strobe light, techno saturated places his colleagues liked to frequent. And two: here he had less chance of being recognized and reported about later on. The army would only tolerate so much of Gojyo's antics and he knew of at least five people who would have been gleefully happy to see him court-martialed.

It also didn't hurt that his success rate with women here was near perfect.

Even now the smell of tobacco smoke mixed with assorted perfumes was strongly reminiscent of his previous encounters which still lingered so clear in his mind that he could feel his pants getting a little to tight for comfort.

Truth was Gojyo liked his life as it was now and the thought of change made him antsy. When he had first joined the army, it had been in an effort to escape his abusive household that had left him scarred both inside and out. He thought it a perfect solution to stop him being alone, to help him gain control over his life. It had only been two years later when he had realized that there were some things that couldn't be changed no matter what, and him being a drifter at heart was one of them. Besides, being a lone wolf wasn't all that bad.

Being detached, it made living a lot easier.

So easy…..it made him want to puke.

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As I begin to lose my grip

On these realities your sending

Taste your mind and taste your sex

I'm naked underneath your cover

Covers lie and we will bend and borrow

With the coming sign

The tide will take the sea will rise and time will rape

Black black heart why would you offer more

Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy

I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core

I'm eating all your kings and queens

All your sex and your diamonds…

All your sex and your diamonds…..

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Almost two hours later he was starting to wonder whether Lady Luck had suddenly gotten it into her head to get a few laughs at his expense by leaving him high and dry. His luck had been so appallingly bad that he would have laughed if it hadn't been for his growing sexual frustration. Even the talented band with its catchy music couldn't distract him.

The first round of tequila had long ago been consumed only to be miraculously replaced by another single file of crystal glasses. However even that was beginning to disappear at an alarming rate. He was starting to seriously consider throwing in the towel for the night.

It was at that moment that he saw him.

And any thoughts of leaving were immediately chased from his mind.

It had been his hair that first caught his attention. A glimpse of soft opaque gold gleaming under the subdued lighting and just brushing the tips of his ears. He too was nursing a shot glass, half full of something that looked, and probably was, whisky.

`What do we have here…?' Gojyo whispered softly under his breath. In all his life Gojyo had never seen a man more beautiful. His features, although handsome were borderline delicate and this point was further emphasized by his lily-white skin. But it was his eyes that became Gojyo's immediate focal point. Almond shaped, gently sloped eyes whose irises were the color of dark lilac framed by ridiculously long lashes that would have been the envy of dozens of women. From his vantage point Gojyo could just make out the stranger was just a touch shorter than he was with a body that was slender and supple, dressed in a lightweight navy blue suit with pinstripes and no tie.

Usually Gojyo didn't bother with men, even though by rights he would be classified as bisexual, but this guy was something else. He was clearly oblivious to the goings on around him, his eyes fixed on no definite point on the wall behind the bar. It was like watching a calm spot in the middle of the storm.

With a smirk on his lips, Gojyo grabbed his remaining glass and made a beeline for the mysterious stranger.

He managed to claim the seat next to the intriguing man by artfully nudging away other punters with similar intentions with sharp moves of his lanky body. Gojyo then not so subtly reached for the ashtray that was in front of the blonde making sure that he came into contact with his body. Turning his head, he got a whiff of lime based cologne with a kiss of mint that made his head spin.

If Gojyo's target had noticed that he was sitting closer than necessary, he certainly didn't say anything about it. He just acted as if Gojyo didn't exist, concentrating instead on the glass in front of him and the unlit cigarette between his fingers.

However when he started patting down his clothes for a lighter, Gojyo realized it was the perfect opening. In a flash he had his Zippo out, its bright flame dancing before golden haired stranger.

`Allow me..' Gojyo said smoothly.

There was a momentary pause as the man's body stiffened. After the span of a heartbeat, he slowly turned to face him……and the look he gave him made Gojyo almost fall off his stool. It was then he realized how grossly he had misjudged him. For there was nothing pretty about that almost murderous shimmer in those liquid purple eyes, or the haughty slant of his mouth. Even so he was still beautiful, but that beauty had clearly a sharp edge to it.

This thought was further cemented as Gojyo suddenly felt something hard and steely jab him in the ribs through the man's suit jacket. His breath left him in a `whoosh' as he recognized the shape of a handgun, small but deadly at this range.

`Don't you fucking dare pick me up,' the stranger hissed, his deep voice laced with very real threat.

`Remember, never show any fear,' Gojyo felt his survival training automatically kick in as he took a deep inward breath to calm himself.

`I wasn't going to pick you up; I was just offering you a light. Nothing more,' Gojyo glibly lied in an effort to take control of the situation.

`Hmph,' the stranger muttered disbelievingly to himself, but he did put the gun away.

`Don't think I spared you because of any kindness shit. Its just causing a scene would be more trouble than I am willing to go through, understand?' he shot him a hard glance that would have cracked rocks.

`Of course,' Gojyo answered seemingly unperturbed, `here, let me buy you a drink to show no hard feelings.'

At his offer, the stranger shot him a sharp, wary sideways glance but Gojyo held his poker face firmly in place.

`Whisky,' he finally acquiesced.

`Two whisky's here please,' Gojyo yelled their order to the bartender before turning his attention back to his newly acquired drinking buddy.

`And who can I ask is the whisky for?'

`Sanzo,' his voice echoed with a unique resonance, `Genjo Sanzo.'

`Sha Gojyo. Nice to meet you.'

What followed wasn't the most brilliant conversation that Gojyo had ever taken part in, but he got the feeling he should be grateful that the man who called himself Sanzo was speaking to him civilly at all.

However that didn't mean that Gojyo was going to stop trying to get him into bed.

Nope, he wasn't going to let something small like a gun to the ribs and a disagreeable personality deter him from having Sanzo writhing and moaning beneath him.

The truth was he could have, in fact should have, just said up yours and try to find someone else less volatile and unpredictable. Someone who would have undoubtly required less effort.

That was what he should have done, but he didn't. The reason being because….

Because….

Because…..

Because dammit he was intrigued! Deeply intrigued by the man sitting next to him. Although Sanzo was as friendly as your average polar bear, Gojyo was still drawn to him. Drawn to that fire he thought he detected in those violet eyes. Drawn to him due to something he couldn't put his finger on.

And it was a turn on like nothing else.

So he kept at it, ordering round after round of whisky and tequila and succeeding in running up a bar tab he was sure he was going to regret later. On the upside, his plan to soften Sanzo up by plying him with alcohol seemed to be working, loosening his tongue and making him that just bit more bearable. Well, at least he didn't pull out his gun again.

It was around the sixth bottle of double malt whisky when Sanzo suddenly turned to him and said something that made Gojyo almost drop his glass.

`Who the fuck do you think your kidding?' Sanzo said his voice dripping with ice and venom.

`I have no idea what you mean…' Gojyo replied casually lighting up another cigarette, but inside he wasn't so calm.

`Don't make me hurl. I know your type, you seem all confident on the outside but in actual fact you're a coward. You don't know how to really live; you just present a façade. You live this way because you don't know how else to live. Your kind don't live, you just survive. Its cheap…'

His sudden, unexpected tirade had an immediate grating effect on Gojyo's rapidly disappearing patience. Before he had even realized what he was doing, he reached over and shook Sanzo by the collar.

`What the hell are you some kind of preacher?' Gojyo snapped. `Don't presume to judge my way of life, you don't even know me. You don't know what I had to deal with growing up. I've just made the best of my life under the circumstances.'

Silence. Sanzo took another drag, another puff and blew it out in a slow stream. Both of them watched as if transfixed as the smoke wafted upwords in hazy spirals before dispersing into the air.

`What a load of bull….'

`What!?'

`Who the hell told you that?' Sanzo's voice took on a tone Gojyo hadn't heard before `Life is what you make it, bugger the circumstances.'

He suddenly raised his hand to trace the twin scars that graced the top of Gojyo's cheek. The unexpected tenderness of this gesture made Gojyo's heartbeat quicken.

`What unusual eyes….the color of a sky bleeding at sunset.'

It was then that it dawned on him. Something so apparent, he was surprised that he had missed it before. Wisdom, clearly present in those indigo depths.

`You know, you might have something there,' Gojyo said quietly, releasing his grip on Sanzo's shirt. Sanzo didn't look the least bit perturbed though, offhandedly smoothing the wrinkles caused by Gojyo's fingers before picking up his whisky again.

Gojyo felt a lecherous grin spread across his face as he contemplated Sanzo's sharp profile.

`However you have to admit that life can be such a bitch at times. And you need something to help it along. You either need a purpose or you need something that can help it pass by easier.'

He traced Sanzo's jawbone with just the tips of his fingers.

`Which one are you?' he whispered enticingly into his ear before following the path traveled by his fingers with his lips.

Sanzo's body immidietly became ramrod stiff and he snapped his head to the side so quickly that he almost collided with Gojyo's nose.

`Don't…' his strong voice suddenly sounding uncertain. `I don't want…..'

`Are you sure about that?' Gojyo drawled his face just inches from the blonde's with barely a hairsbreadth between their lips as they stared each other down for what seemed like ages but in reality was actually a few seconds. The tension between them was unpalpable.

He didn't know who had kissed who first, but he was pretty sure it was Sanzo who was the initiator….not that Gojyo needed any encouragement once they got started.

Sanzo's lips were surprisingly soft and pliable under his own, the aroma of smoke and tinge of whisky just made tasting them an even more delicious experience. He could feel Sanzo's tongue prying his lips apart in order to gain entry but Gojyo in return just sucked on it as if to calm it.

When they both came up for air both were breathing hard, the essence of their lust almost overwhelming.

Gojyo leaned over for another kiss but before he could, Sanzo grabbed his wine colored hair and twisted his head to the side.

`Remember,' he hissed in Gojyo's ear, `I let you….'

Gojyo laughed softly at Sanzo's obvious need for domination

`Hai,' he whispered softly back just before he trapped the delicate lobe of Sanzo's ear between his teeth.

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