Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Rise ❯ Chapter 1
Gojyo shoots but doesn't score.
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.06.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
NOTES: This is for Maya, who wanted Gojyo/Sanzo. Thanks to Kasha for sparking the inspiration that got this story moving again and read-through. She, Maya, and Thorn kept me going on it as I wrote.
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"Rise" chapter 1
By Viridian5
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When Sanzo left the tent, I followed, since I needed to get out too for a while. We darted through the rain until we took cover under a big tree. We still got wet here, but not as bad.
We were so far from even the smallest town, and camping out for days in a row had worn on his nerves, making him snippier than usual. The rain didn't help, and he reacted to it in his usual way, with endless smoking and drinking. He stared at me and said, "I came out here to get some privacy, Gojyo."
"Sure," I answered, smiling a little.
"I'd rather you didn't watch me take a piss, but if you have to...."
"You just walked out because you needed to get away from everybody."
He didn't deny it. "And that's why you followed me?"
He preferred to be left alone on rainy nights like this, but that only seemed to make him worse. I just smiled at him. He shook his head and rummaged through his robes for his pack of cigarettes, making an annoyed sound when he found only one left in the box. As far from civilization as we were, he wouldn't be able to restock. He put the last one in his mouth anyway, as if he really needed it.
"I'll keep you supplied with cigarettes until we hit the next town. If you ask nicely." As if he could.
"Your brand is shit." Then his lighter failed.
"You wanna ask nicely for a light?"
"No." He leaned in close to light his cigarette off the one I had in my mouth. Leaned in so close that his soft blond hair brushed my face. Pricktease.
How much beer had he had? What was he up to?
"I've never met someone who needs to be fucked as badly as you do," I said, and to be even more outrageous added, "Wait, that's not totally true. Maybe that kid, Yo, at that temple needs it as much as you do."
"Maybe he does get fucked." At my look, Sanzo elaborated, "He lives with monks," in his "c'mon, you idiot" tone of voice.
I wanted to ask if he were kidding. I wanted to ask if he knew that from personal experience. Since I also knew that he wanted me to react that way, I didn't say a thing.
Sometimes he said shit like that, tossing statements out like grenades to see if you were curious enough or dumb enough to pick them up. Sometimes I felt that he wanted to make sure that everyone saw the world as a dark, entirely shitty place, just like he did.
The tip of his cigarette flared. From the slight twist of his mouth I could tell that he was disappointed that I didn't ask my questions. Suffer, Sanzo.
I'd gotten good at reading the gradations of anger and annoyance on his face. We all spent a lot of time watching him, because he was our leader and we spent a lot of time trying to avoid getting hit with his fan or bullets. Besides, he was picturesque.
People trying to work his nerves--like that was hard to do--often said that he was pretty like a woman, but he didn't have that woman look at all. He was just too hard and had too many angles. Pretty, though, yeah definitely, with his alabaster skin, all of that golden hair, and his sleepy-looking, richly purple eyes. He took care of his appearance and took offense when I called him "Droopy Eyes." Vain man, in his way. I didn't have to antagonize him.... Nah, I did have to. Too bad that pretty face looked annoyed or cruel so often. Right now he didn't have any bruises or scrapes, enhancing the pretty. So many people spent time fucking up his face, which seemed like a crime. The chakra on his forehead just added to his exotic looks.
When I'd heard what a Sanzo was supposed to be and compared it to our Sanzo, I'd started to wonder if he'd penciled that red chakra spot on, because come on, he couldn't be holy and peaceful on his best day. Maybe people got it wrong on what made up a Sanzo, figuring it was the holy when really it was just the ability to wield a sutra, something our Sanzo did very well.
A holy, enlightened, pacifist Sanzo wouldn't have lasted three hours on our mission to the west.
Weirdly enough, sometimes he looked a bit like a precocious kid to me, even though I couldn't imagine him as an actual child, just a miniature version of his adult self. Believe it or not, I felt like he still had some innocence in him, just badly bruised. Maybe that was where I got the kid thing from.
He'd hit me if I told him he had an air of bruised innocence about him.
Now I'd have to tell him sometime.
Pretty, miniature Sanzo. Maybe some monks did-- I was not going there.
So, yeah, pretty to look at, but toxic in so many other ways. Such a bitch, with an insult for every occasion. Sometimes he accidentally let slip that he cared about the rest of us, but not often. Genjo Sanzo thought you were a moron and didn't need anybody. To make sure you knew that, he made sure he told you all the time. I got the impression that his childhood was shit, but so was 97% of mine.
None of us liked him. Except maybe Goku did, since he had no taste and worshipped him. We must love Sanzo then, because otherwise we would have killed him ages ago.
Sanzo and Hakkai hated the rain, but I liked it, especially since it had given me this weird little family, with how Hakkai falling into my path one rainy night had brought Sanzo and Goku in later. Not that I'd ever tell any of them what they meant to me.
I spent way too much time thinking about Sanzo.
"You're staring at me," he said, annoyed.
"You're pretty to look at."
He sneered. "So I need to be fucked."
"Oh yeah, but I don't have the patience or the restraints necessary." And I didn't know whom he'd lost that had hurt him so badly that he didn't want to want anybody. "You're probably a selfish lover and not worth the effort anyway." He'd probably be complaining and rating my performance the whole fucking time too.
"Maybe you don't think you're capable."
That had been blatant. Once again I wondered how many of the people Sanzo had wounded or killed for touching him had been goaded into it by the man himself. Question was, should I take the bait? Did he want to get a rise out of me... or did he want to get a rise out of me?
Celibacy might be the only monkish virtue Sanzo actually followed, and only that because he didn't seem to like people touching him, didn't trust them, and had no patience for them, but maybe he couldn't sublimate all of his sexuality into violence. Maybe he just had no idea how to ask nicely. Or maybe he wanted me to try something to give him an excuse to castrate me. I wouldn't know unless I gave it a shot.
It had been a long time since the last village, and we'd all been living in each other's pockets since then. A guy might have needs, but sometimes he didn't want all of his buddies to hear him satisfying them. Hakkai and I hadn't done anything during a between-village time since that time Goku caught us at it and asked 5,000 questions. There were only so many but-whys a guy could stand to answer, especially where sex was concerned.
Now Sanzo and I were alone out here, with Sanzo looking the way he does and teasing the hell out of me, while I couldn't shake the thoughts out of my head. How would Sanzo like it: hard, gentle, slow, fast? Did he have to be a total control freak there too, or did he want somebody to take all the decisions out of his hands?
I moved closer to him, taking total advantage of my slightly greater height to loom over him a little, and asked, "Was that an invitation?"
His eyes narrowed, and he breathed out a plume of smoke, looking unimpressed. "An observation."
I crowded him even more, close enough to feel the warmth of his body, and backed him up against the damp trunk of the tree. "What are you trying for here, Sanzo?"
Something in the set of his mouth and the exact way he had his eyes narrowed told me that he didn't know. This close, I could see him debating with himself whether he should knock me away or keep standing here unimpressed, trying to figure out which would be the greater sign of weakness, which he hated. Normally he'd decide much faster, but he'd had a few beers. I let him smoke all the way to the end of the cigarette thinking about it, and he thought my considerate gesture was condescending, which it was, but....
He tossed it to the ground and crushed it out under his sandal. His last cigarette. "I was trying for something to keep me interested. I didn't find it. I'm going back to the tent."
You had to admit that he had a talent. He could be insulting and ambiguous all at the same time. Too bad I didn't intend to let him get away with it.
"It's still early yet."
If Sanzo did want sex now, I was suddenly sure that he'd want it to be fast and efficient, just enough to relieve the pressure or some shit. Like taking a dump. He'd use someone as his toilet and walk away. Not happening here.
Sanzo's mouth pursed, and I knew what I had to do. I kissed him. He'd make me suffer, so I had to make it worth it. Besides, with his mouth occupied he couldn't complain.
He didn't taste good, not after all the beer and cigarettes, and neither did I, but his lips felt so much nicer than they should have considering all the venom they usually spewed. He responded a little, just enough to show that he wasn't completely disinterested, just enough to make me want to get more out of him. I cradled the back of his head with my hand and tilted his face up, because I had to feel his hair. The chicks who didn't know what the red color signified really loved mine, but Sanzo's had its own fans, me among them. It felt soft and a little wild, needing a trim I hoped it wouldn't get. I tried to press my leg between his thighs to make him ride it, but his robes got in the way.
He pushed me, but moved with me, putting my back against a tree. I didn't bottom for anybody, so I pushed back, and we strained against each other. Even here, it had to be a battle for dominance with him. I wanted sex, not violence. I didn't know if Sanzo would try to stick me with a rape attempt, and I didn't want to find out. I'd have to use technique here.
I could do that.
It would help if he didn't have an annoyed "Is that the best you can do?" look on his face the whole time.
"Sanzo!" Goku shouted. Shit. I could just see the stupid monkey jumping me for trying to hurt his master or owner or whatever the hell Sanzo was to him.
"We're just having a little playful wrestle here," I answered. "Go back inside."
"We're done," Sanzo said as he let go of me and walked away. Damn it.
Goku shot me a smug look, though I couldn't tell if he actually knew what we'd been doing or was just happy to get Sanzo back in his sight. I would have to torment him extra hard for this.
Inside the tent, Sanzo went back to brooding to himself all night before going to sleep. What a waste.
The next two days weren't fun, for me or any of them, as we drove and drove and drove. No towns to walk through and get a room for the night in, and no youkai to fight and kill to distract us from the same fucking scenery hour after hour. Just trees and trees and, oh yeah, more trees. Cheating Goku at cards, tormenting him with food, and arguing with him broke the boredom a little but didn't help me enough, and even Hakkai's voice had started to take on an edge. Sanzo got more and more irritable as we continued to exist near him and he didn't have any cigarettes. I hadn't realized how many of his gestures were punctuated with a cigarette in his hand or mouth until I saw him without any, suddenly less expressive. But you could see that vein at his temple throb with rage and the urge to shoot all of us. We all got on each other's nerves by day--with some of us having to dodge bullets and a paper fan too--and slept cramped in the jeep at night.
Nothing happened between me and Sanzo. Nothing. He didn't speak of it or look at me differently. He didn't even make an effort to avoid me.
Okay, it would be hard for him to physically stay away from me while we all sat in a small jeep, but he had a talent for creating a kind of mental space around himself and he didn't do that any more than he usually did.
But come on, I'd put the moves on him, and he'd put the moves on me back. That should mean something.
He didn't ask me for a cigarette even once.
Finding that town at sunset finally broke the tension. As soon as we were inside it we got out of the jeep and broke off to get away from each other for a while. Actually, Sanzo tried to escape alone but Goku stayed glued to his side, to his obvious annoyance. We would all meet up again in thirty minutes at an inn.
Ten minutes into my walk, I realized that Sanzo still had our card, so I couldn't buy any cigarettes or anything. Shit.
"Is there a problem, Gojyo?" Hakkai asked. His dragon wrapped around his neck blew out what seemed like a contented little puff of smoke, probably out of happiness at not being a jeep anymore. I wouldn't want to carry us around all the time.
"Nah. I'll just pick up more cigarettes later."
"That's probably what Sanzo is doing now."
"I hope so."
"Yes, it's left him more short-tempered than usual. That must be why you've been staring at him."
I shot a look at Hakkai, but he just gave me that good-natured smile. Okay, he gave me that good-natured smile with a little bit of evil lighting up his visible eye, but that was him, not that everybody saw that. "Nothing happened," I said. But Hakkai was my friend and roommate and lover, so.... "Because the stupid monkey interrupted us."
Besides, he knew how I was, and it had never been a problem since I always came back to him.
He looked happier. "I like to know where I stand."
"You stand where you always stand: wherever you want. Shit, I've been staring?"
"I don't think he noticed. He's often oblivious to such things."
"Tell me about it. Better yet, don't." I sighed. "I don't know what this thing with Sanzo is."
"He's pretty."
Well, well. "Is he?" I asked.
Hakkai looked sly. "He may be oblivious to such things, but I'm not."
"Maybe we should tag team him." That was a pretty thought.
"He would never forgive us. He would also try to shoot us."
"True. Damn. I'm putting way too much thought and effort into seducing one skinny, annoying priest."
"Don't stop on my account. It's fun to watch."
Scratching Hakkai's mild-mannered surface always revealed all kinds of interesting things. "You really wanna watch?"
"Our time is almost up. We should head back."
"That's not an answer."
"You know what my answer is."
I did. I wanted to nuzzle his neck, but we didn't have the time for what that always led to. He smiled like he knew. He probably did.
Sanzo and Goku had already claimed a table, and Goku had already polished off half the table's contents. "Get your own!" Goku snapped when I grabbed a dumpling.
I sat next to him, the better to needle him. "This is mine. And this, and this...."
"Hey!"
I expected Sanzo to say something snippy, but he remained silent. When I glanced over, I saw that he was far too busy enjoying his cigarette to care. Fuck, he looked almost serene, blissed out, with his eyes half-closed and mouth relaxed. I wouldn't stare. I would not stare.
I didn't want to get this hard just from watching him smoke.
I yanked my eyes off him and noticed Hakkai watching me with amusement. He put his hand to his mouth and did a subtle little pantomime of smoking. He just didn't understand that smoker's bond.
We took the inn's last two available rooms. Sanzo claimed Hakkai as a roomie, since Hakkai annoyed him the least, but I had plans.... It didn't take much to send Goku running to Sanzo's room shouting, "I'm staying with you, Sanzo! He's... doing things to me while I'm sleeping!"
"He wishes," I answered. "I just drew on his arms. His snoring keeps me awake, so I have to do something."
Sanzo had that "I'll kill you all" look on his face, while Hakkai tried to fight back the laughter. Ooh, Sanzo had his robe half off to reveal that kinky black tank top and more of his arm warmers. They looked like vinyl. That getup always made me wonder if monks did party down when left to themselves.
"I'll room with you, Goku," Hakkai said. My partner in crime! Sharing with him helped after all.
Sanzo had a "Where did the world go wrong?" look on his face, and Goku had a similar expression. "Uh, thanks, Hakkai," Goku said, "but...."
"I swear I won't draw on you." Hakkai stood and grabbed Goku's arm. "Let's go so Sanzo can get some sleep. You know how cranky he can get without it."
As usual, mentioning Sanzo's well-being took a lot of the fight out of Goku. "Well...."
"Good night, Sanzo, Gojyo." Hakkai pulled Goku out into the hall and closed the door.
Sanzo shot me an annoyed look. "I'm sure that it's a coincidence that you're left with me."
I gave him my most winning smile. "Not really. We were interrupted a few days ago."
Sanzo got off his bed and approached me. I didn't know whether to be all "oh yeah" or worried. When he stopped in front of me, he looked up into my eyes, and I couldn't read his expression at all. I didn't see his fan coming out to strike, but I sure as hell felt it at the back of my head and my stomach, throwing me off balance. I didn't realize that he'd opened the door either until I stumbled out backwards into the hallway. The door slammed shut, and I heard Sanzo locking it.
Hakkai looked out from the other room. "Is it safe to assume that it didn't work?"
"I'd say so, yeah." I could pound on the door or pick the lock, but that would look desperate. And probably get me shot. "Maybe I need to get him drunk."
"He'll be expecting that this time. You need a new plan. I have an idea."
"I'm glad somebody does." When I walked into the room, I saw that Hakkai had claimed the bed while Goku still had the bedroll. Hakkai had probably used his powers of politeness to get it. Not that the little monkey needed a bed, since he could sleep anywhere anyway. "We're sharing the bed."
"You're not going to start eating each other again, are you?" Goku asked, though the slight smirk in his eyes suggested that he wasn't quite as ignorant about that as he let on.
"Not with you here. And don't get any ideas about getting a taste."