Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Precious Whore ❯ Pushing ( Chapter 1 )

    Camping out sucked. Big. They were all city boys, with the exception of Goku and gods alone knew exactly what Goku was. Still, what Sanzou said, went. That irritated Gojyo in a not so subtle way. He hated that Sanzou called the shots. He hated that Hakkai listened, turning a deaf ear to Gojyo's insistence that just a couple more hours travel would see them in a town with a nice warm bath and a soft comfortable bed.

Even worse than no booze was no women, no sex and Gojyo was really beginning to wonder if Sanzou wasn't doing it on purpose. It seemed they were roughing it more and more. On top of everything else, Sanzou seemed to take some kind of perverted pleasure in making sure Gojyo was awake long before the first rays of the sun even thought to stretch its arms across the sky.

Gojyo really hated it when Sanzou got a wild hair up his butt and insisted they get up hours before the sun had even risen to continue on their journey. He slouched around the outskirts of camp, keeping just far enough away that it was too much a hassle for someone to ask for his help, but close enough he could observe everything that was going on.

It was probably the corrupt monk's idea of some form of penance. It wasn't lost on Gojyo that the more he gambled, drank and whored, the more often Sanzou left the town far behind and refused to stop at the next. If it didn't piss Gojyo off so much that Sanzou thought he could control him that way, he might be amused. Instead, when they arrived at the next town, he promised himself a wild night that would put a major strain on that gold card Sanzou carried with him. Gojyo smirked.

Living dangerously was something he was good at. He'd been living on the edge for as long as he could remember. It was an addictive thrill. One that he needed, needed as much as he needed attention. Maybe that was why he was traveling with Hakkai, a human turned youkai, Goku, a child born of the earth whose magic made Gojyo itch beneath his skin labeling the boy youkai even if his strength and innocence proclaimed him something more and fucking Genjo Sanzou, a monk that would as soon see him dead.

Jien said he was suicidal. He gave a quiet snort. Maybe he was. Youkai were pack animals. He remembered Jien telling him this. Remembered his brother warning him to be careful, that with his watered down blood he'd be easy pickings in a pack. Jien had told him that maybe he should try to be a loner. Jien didn't know of any youkai that could be, but then Gojyo was only half, wasn't he? Child of Taboo that he was.

Still, Gojyo had been unable to stay alone. He'd surrounded himself by women, trying to hide the wanting, the need, the loneliness of being one youkai among many humans.

Then there had been Hakkai. After Hakkai, he'd allowed Goku and Sanzou to get close. He knew the feeling within his chest was the same Jien had felt for him. Somehow these three represented pack to him. But he didn't think there was any danger. Goku was too young and Hakkai... well Hakkai had been content to the beta position that Gojyo had callously delegated him to from the first time they met. Maybe it had been Hakkai's descent from humanity that had allowed him to accept such an assignment so facilely. Maybe it had been the green-eyed youkai's way of handling a blood debt. Gojyo didn't know.

And Sanzou was human. Bitter, jaded, angry priest that he was.

Could they be called a pack? How many youkai did it take to turn on that pheromone thing that Jien had warned him about? Jien. He missed Jien. He jerked his thoughts roughly from the avenue that would lead to a cold dark wash of memory, pain and sorrow. Shifting uneasily, Gojyo knew he was needing. He needed a pack. One that he ruled. He wasn't about to be anyone's bitch.

He hoped they'd be through this damned journey before he made an idiot of himself.

A self-mocking smile twisted his generous lips as he continued his musings. He knew that his companions, for the most part, thought him shallow, incapable of such introspection. It was just another facet, another layer of protection against the dangerous fire he liked to play with. Or maybe it was more like the little boy and the tiger. Gojyo liked to poke the sleeping tiger with a stick. He grinned as he cast his shuttered gaze across the campfire where Hakkai puttered.

Maybe it was more the case of grabbing the tiger by the tail. Gojyo felt his smirk widen as he considered.

Another side benefit of picking on the little monkey was irritating that damned conceited monk. Oh yeah. That was more fun than poking a stick in a hive full of bees.

Gojyo flicked his ashes to the side with a careless hand, slouching against the bole of the tree that hung so far over the clearing that it would provide good shade once the sun was up. Wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, he replaced the cigarette, letting it dangle carelessly from the corner of his mouth his eyes sliding partially closed.

Monk watching was a dangerous habit. Monk baiting was even more so. Gojyo liked to indulge in both. But he knew better than to tangle with Sanzou head on. He wasn't quite sure Sanzou wouldn't really shoot him if Gojyo pissed him off enough. Crimson eyes hidden beneath thick drooping lashes, he felt secure enough in his subterfuge that his gaze roamed avidly over Sanzou, longing tainted the flavor of his smoke as he fed his desires with these short forbidden bouts of espionage.

Just... pretty. Oh, yeah.

The monk in question sat amid the folds of his robe, long lean limbs hidden by layers of pale cream material hands still playing with that damnable Smith & Wesson. Gojyo really hated that gun, although he had to admit he really liked watching the way Sanzou handled it. Every morning before they left, Sanzou would carefully disassemble it. Head bent over the gleaming metal and long fingers stroking the barrel of the revolver with a soft clean cloth in a parody of a more familiar motion.

There was something to be said for Sanzou's dependence on that weapon. Very, very suggestive the way he cleaned it, cared for it, almost stroked it with loving care. Hakkai would say that it had 'phallic connotations.' Gojyo took a deep hit off the cylinder dangling from his mouth as he considered all the implications with painstaking thoroughness. He would certainly give that his personal stamp of approval. He hid a quick grin, not in the mood to explain what had given him that particular lecherous look so early in the morning.

Sanzou was too pretty for his own good. Gojyo had never had too much an inkling for men. He liked women. They were easy prey and soothing to a wound buried deep inside that seemed only to fester. They were soft and sweet and gentle by turns. And they posed no danger that he couldn't handle. Gojyo loved to turn them butter soft and honey sweet with whispered words of passion.

But Sanzou, now there was a man as pretty as any woman. Gojyo considered thoughtfully. That startling revelation had slammed into him with all the power of one of Hakkai's chi bolts when three years ago he had opened his door to find the monk and the monkey asking about Cho Gonou. Beautiful was all Gojyo could think for the first few seconds until Sanzou's irritable request had percolated through layers of hormones and testosterone that demanded that Gojyo throw the weaker man down and make him his right then and there and fuck whatever the stupid boy staring bright-eyed at his side might think.

Slim, lithe, slender, muscled, soft pale skin, thickly lashed eyes so deep a blue they looked like bruised violets, delicate features and sensuous mouth framed by a halo of golden hair. He could have passed for a young woman on the cusp of maidenhood quite easily.

There the resemblance had ended though. The monk was as tough as an old youkai's hide and spiteful as any hellcat that Gojyo had had the pleasure to leave. There was a raw whipcord strength to that slender body that Gojyo really wanted to test. He loved it when Sanzou discarded those robes that hid the slim toned body beneath. All soft pale skin covering hard muscle. Gojyo let his eyes rest on Sanzou's broad shoulders. He really wanted to know what Sanzou would sound like while being fucked. Preferably by one Sha Gojyo.

Which was pretty stupid, even for him. Sha Gojyo didn't do guys.

It didn't keep the jealousy from burning like a brush fire deep within his loins, though. Grimacing, he watched Hakkai approach Sanzou. Sanzou didn't pause in what he was doing. Hakkai simply smiled and spoke softly. Sanzou grunted and continued cleaning that damned gun. Gojyo felt as if something squeezed his heart tight. Sanzou never yelled at Hakkai. He listened to him. Gojyo ground his teeth together, tasting burning tobacco as he watched narrowly.

Had Hakkai already had Sanzou? Had the green-eyed youkai heard the sounds the golden-haired priest would make when he was taken? He didn't see any evidence. No posturing from Hakkai, no shame from Sanzou. But then Hakkai didn't react like any other youkai he had known, not that he'd known many other than the shadowy figure of his Father, Jien and his dead mother. Even though Sanzou was a man, Gojyo figured Sanzou would never be someone to wear shame openly.

Still, he hadn't heard or smelled anything either. Granted, his nose wasn't as sensitive as Goku's, but surely, the stupid monkey would have said something if the priest had wandered out of his tent smelling like sex and Hakkai.

He inhaled the smoke from his cigarette slowly, savoringly while he watched the bustle of the camp as Hakkai prepared a quick breakfast of rice and fish.

They'd be leaving soon. That was good. He'd been bored to tears last night with nothing to do except pick at Goku, normally that could be pretty fun. It was almost always guaranteed to get him a few words from Hakkai and a small understanding smile. He liked when Hakkai smiled. It had a healing quality. One that told Gojyo that no matter what mask he tried to wear, Hakkai knew him and accepted him. Gojyo needed that acceptance and was as aware of that fact as Hakkai was. It was yet another unspoken strand of the web that held them together. He'd never had such a good friend before.

Hakkai had disappeared early on, though. Gojyo dropped the butt of his cigarette, stomping it out viciously beneath the heel of his boot. Enough of this introspection, it sucked. Big time. He grinned to himself as he prowled closer to the fire. Goku was already drooling over the meal.

Time to play.

Taking a plate from a gently smiling Hakkai, Gojyo grinned and winked. Hakkai gave him a worried look but didn't actually say anything. Gojyo squatted down across from Goku. Mumbling around a mouth full of rice, Gojyo smiled with all the craft of a kitsune talking its way into guarding the farmer's chickens. "Did I ever tell you about the cook I met at the Dew Drop Inn in Tenjinkyou, monkey? She could make a meal that would melt in your mouth... and that's not all she could do..."

Goku licked pellets of rice from his lips and frowned suspiciously at Gojyo as if waiting for the punch line. "What else could she do, Gojyo?" It was apparent that his mind was solely on what kind of repast the imaginary beauty could whip up.

Grinning, Gojyo began to regale Goku with the delights of the imaginary Kaori. Casting frequent looks beneath his lashes first at Hakkai and then at Sanzou to see if they were listening.

Hakkai's cheeks were turning an interesting shade of pink. Sanzou though, it was hard to tell. But Gojyo thought he could see a slight stiffening in the priest's shoulders, a minute grinding of teeth. He chortled to himself as he continued to embellish the story he was telling Goku.

"...and she was screaming my name all night long..." Gojyo purred, letting his voice drop down deep and low, suggesting something more. He punctuated his sentence with a flourish of yet another flicker of ash trailing from his burning cigarette.

Frowning as if trying to puzzle out some difficult question of mortality, Goku turned large golden eyes up to Gojyo. "If you made her scream, why'd she ask you back, Gojyo?"

Smirking to himself, Gojyo took a long pull from what remained of his cigarette. The cherry gleamed briefly kissing a shadowy glow across the angular planes of his long features. Red eyes danced with merriment. Oh this was good. Better than usual. He exhaled slowly his grin growing as he watched Goku's impatience rise.

A pan was dropped sending flickering embers dancing rabidly in the air. Hakkai cleared his throat, "Maa, maa, Gojyo," he held his hands up placatingly, the color on his cheeks almost as colorful as the tip of Gojyo's cigarette.

Gojyo quirked an innocent eyebrow at Hakkai, "What?"

"That's really not an appropriate story for Goku..."

"I want to know! I hate it when you have secrets..." Goku began.

Gojyo laughed, a deep warm sound rumbling in his belly, "Hakkai, don't spoil the monkey's education. It might do him some good to hear how a real man entertains the ladies..." Gojyo's grin widened. Hakkai was really just too cute with his cheeks all rosy like that. The man should lighten up. If he had stopped to think about it, he would have realized Goku wouldn't buy a clue even if Gojyo drew him diagrams.

Goku frowned, obviously torn between answering Gojyo's insult and asking for more of an explanation. Gojyo was betting on the explanation. From the way Hakkai was dithering and the furious glower coming from Sanzou, it looked like it could be fun after all.

Hakkai gave Gojyo a flustered glance, his hands waving through the air remonstratively, "That's not really our place..."

Taking another deep drag from the stub of cigarette dangling from his mouth before he let it fall to the ground, Gojyo grinned. With slow careful deliberation he ground the discarded butt beneath his heel, keeping his gaze on Goku, although he could see Sanzou sitting stiffly to the side. Strolling with predatorial ease over to the ever innocent eyed boy-child, Gojyo threw an extra roll of his hips into the walk.

Silly child that he was, the boy stared up at him with liquid eyes, his bottom lip worried between fine white teeth. Puzzlement and suspicion at Gojyo's approach painted in the broad innocence of his face.

Stooping down, Gojyo threw a friendly arm around Goku's shoulders. He grinned wickedly at Hakkai letting his lashes flutter down over his eyes in an invitation for Hakkai to join in on the joke. "So, Goku..." he mock-whispered making sure his voice carried, "you want big brother to show you how to make the ladies scream?"

Goku blushed, staring up at Gojyo as if mesmerized.

"Child's play." Sanzou snapped, not deigning to glance up from the flicker of flames as he rubbed the soft cloth slowly up and down the barrel of his gun.

Straightening angrily from tormenting Goku, he was oblivious to the sound of the boy's scampering away. With narrowed eyes, he studied Sanzou's bent head, unable to keep his traitorous glance from wandering to those slender hands and graceful movements.

"What the hell would a fucking Buddhist monk know about it?" Annoyed now that Sanzou had interrupted his little game with Goku. And in such a way as to cast aspersions on his technique! Fuck, that wasn't in the rule book.

A small movement of lips that might have been the shadow of a smile mocked Gojyo. Sanzou barely lifted his head, the sunset glitter of his eyes shining beneath the pale gold curtain of his hair, the chakra marking him as Buddha's chosen easily discernible even at this distance.

With a casual movement of his wrist, Sanzou secreted the gun back in the depths of his robe before condescending to give Gojyo a bored look. "It's easy enough to make a woman scream. It takes no talent other than finding a woman."

"What the fuck?!" Gojyo stalked around the fire until he loomed over Sanzou, fury tightening every muscle in his body. It was about time the monk was taken down a peg or two. He knew he could take Sanzou in a fair fight. Maybe it was time to show the golden boy of Tenjinkyou just who the hell was gonna be in charge. "How the hell would a celibate fucking monk know?"

Ignoring Gojyo long enough to pull his own cigarette out of a rumpled pack and light it, Sanzou flicked an amused glance over the kappa causing Gojyo to bristle. "Idiot. Of all the vows I have broken, why would you think that one remains sacrosanct?"

Gojyo could feel himself gaping. What?! His surprise was quickly followed by a heated surge of jealousy that made him want to grind Sanzou's smirking face into the ground. "You've never been with a woman." He didn't realize that his voice came out almost like a low growl.

Hakkai stirred uncomfortably, a frown marring his otherwise placid features. He looked between the two men and then at the undergrowth where Goku had fled. "If you two insist upon having this discussion, I think I shall look for Goku."

Both men ignored Hakkai as he disappeared beneath the trees, the gloom swallowing the silence of his passing. "Why would I? A woman can lie easily enough with her body, as easy as the lies that fall from her lips." Sanzou blew a smoke ring, watching Gojyo beneath hooded eyes.

"Fuck you, asshole. Why the hell would she do that?"

"Who the hell knows what lies in a woman's heart? Maybe she's hungry. Maybe she's lonely. Maybe she wants a father for her child... maybe she wants to tie a yellow ribbon around your... " Sanzou allowed his gaze to travel dismissively down Gojyo's body, a quirk of amusement pulling at his generous lips before he returned to Gojyo's face, "neck and lead you through the market square like the animal you are..."

Inexplicable hurt jabbed at Gojyo even as fury darkened his expression. With an inarticulate snarl, he launched himself at Sanzou knocking the priest backward into the dirt. Straddling Sanzou's hips, he gripped the front of the opened robe, bunching it in his hand and cocking his other fist for a punishing blow.

He froze in mid-action as Sanzou calmly held the youkai banishing gun against his forehead in an unwavering grip. Gojyo growled in impotent rage, flashing the fangs he was always so careful to keep hidden from human and youkai alike. His gaze flicked inadvertently to the deadly metal pressed pointedly into his forehead, his eyes crossing. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Sanzou took advantage of Gojyo's distraction, holding the gun surprisingly steady as he grabbed Gojyo's raised fist and easily reversed their positions. A small smile rested on his lips and his eyes were dark with hints of triumph and challenge.

Gojyo gave a frustrated growl, feeling his hackles rising at the blatant challenge for dominance. He glared back at the smug-faced priest promising himself that he would topple Sanzou the moment the monk hesitated.

Shaking his head, Sanzou caressed Gojyo's face with the barrel of the gun. He drew a path along the impossibly high cheekbones, the strong jaw and long neck, the smile never quite leaving his lips, though his eyes were deadly cold, dark as a winter night.

"A woman is no challenge at all, Go-jyo. You should pick a more difficult prey if you are trying to prove something."

Gojyo shuddered, an adrenaline edged thrill pumping ruthlessly through his system. The cool metal barrel of the gun was warming where it touched him. Sanzou used the gun to draw light traceries of lace on the exposed flesh of his throat. Gojyo swallowed convulsively, his jaw clenched so tight he thought he could hear his teeth crack beneath the cheerful chirping of grasshoppers.

Bringing the gun to a rest at the base of Gojyo's throat, Sanzou turned the full force of his burning purple gaze on the supine creature prisoned beneath him.

With a rebellious tilt of his chin, knowing it was foolish, Gojyo couldn't keep the words locked behind his teeth. "You wouldn't know a challenge if it bit you on the ass."

Smirking, it was definitely a smirk, Gojyo was sure of that now, Sanzou leaned closer, sliding the gun up from the base of Gojyo's throat to press painfully into the soft underskin of his jaw. "Wouldn't I?" Sanzou mocked.

This was not happening. This was not fucking happening. What was that about prayers and wishes; capricious gods and being careful? Something about the way Sanzou's deep voice rumbled through him, like a cat in heat rubbing against his shin made Gojyo shiver uncontrollably.

Sanzou was pressed against him. He was hyper aware of the heat of Sanzou's thighs imprisoning his hips even through the voluminous folds of Sanzou's robes. He could smell the scent of arousal pouring off the priest in waves strong enough to make Gojyo feel as dizzy as if he'd just come down from a three day drunk.

He flicked his tongue along suddenly dry lips watching Sanzou with eyes gone as wide as Goku's. The robe had slipped down the monk's arms, baring his powerful shoulders, drawing Gojyo's eyes toward flesh as pale and fragile seeming as lotus blossom petals. Gojyo knew it was a false impression. He only had to attempt to shrug out from beneath Sanzou to know that the monk was no weak aesthete.

It was this very juxtaposition of fragility and incontrovertible power that drew Gojyo helplessly toward temptation and violence, powerless as a moth before his fate, willingly sacrificing the wings of his freedom to the burning flames of hell.

Forcing words from a too tight throat, Gojyo snarled, "What kind of challenge are you talking about asshole?"

Sanzou's interested gaze bore into him. "A man." The deep voice slid over his body like the promise of hot summer nights, whispering of dark delights that stole Gojyo's breath and sent his heart racing even as his cheeks burned the color of his hair. Softly, as if seducing a frightened virgin, Sanzou purred, deeper and sweeter than anything Gojyo had ever been able to conjure, "A man can not cover sweet words with the lie of his body. A man cannot hide who he is, what he needs..."

Sanzou ground his hips against Gojyo's trapped arousal. Gojyo bit back a pained groan as he squirmed uncomfortably between Sanzou's thighs, knowing that if Sanzou didn't call off his bluff soon, the monk would feel the heat rising in Gojyo, would feel the betraying arousal as it throbbed to uncomfortable life pinned against Gojyo's belly.

Smiling as if satisfied, Sanzou allowed his heavy-lidded gaze to follow the rise and fall of color in Gojyo's cheeks before continuing softly, "what a man wants."

Gojyo slammed his head backward, as if the pain from contact with the ground would knock some sense into him. Sanzou easily followed the movement with his gun. The man was a cold-hearted professional in every sense of the word. He'd do the youkai nation an honor, Gojyo thought bitterly. Lips drawn back in angry denial, Gojyo spat, "I'm not fucking like that."   Continued in chapter 2.