Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel, Different Batman ❯ Prostitutes ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Be noted, name changes occur in this chapter. Sha will now be referred to as Gojyo, Genjo is referred to
as Sanzo. Cho is still Cho for now. Goku always gets to be Goku.




Gojyo had known Sanzo for two weeks now and the blond wasn't much warmer than before. The name he had
given Gojyo had stuck, though, and he found that he actually liked it.

"Sanzo!" a whiny voice rang out.

Gojyo sighed. He didn't like Sanzo's brother. Aatan Genjo didn't look anything like Sanzo and their
personalities were completely different as well. Goku, as Sanzo called his brother, was noisy and
annoying.

"Sanzo!" the voice came again.

"Shut up." Sanzo snarled. "I'm right here."

Goku settled into a chair next to Sanzo and gave his brother a happy grin. Again Gojyo was struck by
their physical dissimilarity. Goku had large golden eyes and brown hair, a stark contrast to Sanzo's
purple eyes and blond hair. He had once asked Sanzo how they were related and had received a glare in
response.

"Hey monkey." Gojyo said casually.

"I'm not a monkey, pervert!" Goku shot back, giving a rather convincing imitation of Sanzo's scowl.

Yessiree, he and Goku definitely did not hit it off. Luckily, Goku only seemed to come visit on Tuesdays.

"Shut up." Sanzo snarled, hitting Goku over the head.

Gojyo grinned. Sanzo didn't seem to like his brother any more than Gojyo did.

"Hey, Sanzo, can I ask Hakkai over for dinner tonight? Please?" Goku begged.

"Hn."

"Thanks!" Goku gave Sanzo a half hug before the irate man could beat him off.

Gojyo watched as Goku bounced off.

"Who's Hakkai?" he asked.

"Valentine." Sanzo replied.

"You're friends with the captain?" Gojyo asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sanzo didn't bother replying and Gojyo grinned.

"Just how close are you?" he asked teasingly.

Sanzo's glare shot up to focus on him and his grin widened. "So that's how it is."

"Shut up." Sanzo hissed angrily.

"Tell me." Gojyo said in a low whisper. "Who's on top?"

Sanzo's eyes widened before they narrowed. "Don't ever say such things around Valentine," he said in a
threatening tone.

"Or you'll what?" Gojyo drawled, enjoying the real anger in Sanzo's gaze.

"Sanzo! Hakkai says he'll come." Goku said, appearing beside them abruptly.

"Probably often too." Gojyo murmured quietly.

Sanzo winced and hit Goku upside the head. "Don't yell in my ear, idiot." He then glared at Gojyo

"That hurt." Goku said in a wounded tone.

Gojyo snickered and Goku glared. "Don't laugh at me, pervert," he said.

"It was supposed to hurt, stupid monkey." Gojyo said.

"Sanzo! Tell him to shut up." Goku whined.

"Both of you shut up." Sanzo growled. "Goku, go buy groceries for tonight. I'm not feeding you with my
money."

He pulled out a set of keys and tossed them to Goku. "Thanks, Sanzo!" Goku said happily.

Sanzo snorted as Goku dashed out of the precinct.

“Are you sure you're brothers?" Gojyo teased.

"Shut up." Sanzo growled. "Do your bloody paperwork."

"So, when do I get invited over to dinner?" Gojyo asked with a mock-petulant look.

"When you stop being an asshole." Sanzo grumbled.

"An asshole? Me? Why, Sanzo, I'm wounded."

Sanzo threw a dark look in Gojyo's direction.



Gojyo smirked at Sanzo as he saw him the next day.

"How was dinner with 'Hakkai'?" he teased.

Sanzo glared at him. "I told you to leave Hakkai alone."

"If you tell me what's between the two of you, I will." Gojyo replied.

"There is nothing between us." Sanzo snarled.

Gojyo pouted. "Aw, come on, there has to be more to it then that."

"There's nothing more to it than that. And if you ask Hakkai about it, I will kill you."

Gojyo pulled back, startled at the intensity in Sanzo's voice. He probably really would kill him at this
rate.

"If you say so..." Gojyo said, trying to act like he hadn't bought Sanzo's threat.

Sanzo snarled and stalked to their desks. Gojyo followed with a slight grin on his face. Baiting Sanzo
was fun.

"Yo! Sha!"

Gojyo turned at the sound of Trapper's voice. "What's up?"

"Captain wants you. You too, Genjo." Trapper informed.

Sanzo stood up and headed over to the captain's office. Gojyo followed a step behind. Cho greeted them
with his usual cheery smile.

"What is it?" Gojyo asked.

"Your favourite kind of case, Sanzo." Cho said.

Sanzo snorted as he took the file from Cho. "Thanks, Hakkai."

"You're welcome." Cho said, completely oblivious to Sanzo's tone. "Don't forget to show Sha how it's
done."

"I'm sure he'll be a natural." Sanzo replied.

Cho's smile widened slightly at Gojyo's confused look. Sanzo headed out of the office.

"What's going on?" Gojyo asked.

"Your partner will tell you." Cho replied.

Gojyo gave Cho an odd look and went off after Sanzo.

"What's he going on about?" Gojyo demanded.

Sanzo handed him the file folder. Gojyo took it and began reading. His eyes widened.

"No way! These people are sick."

He looked up from the folder to Sanzo's calm, cold face. "We're going to do this?"

"It's not hard." Sanzo said. "If you can't do it, let me know now so I can tell Hakkai."

"I can do it." Gojyo said, bristling. "I can probably do it better than you. Why are we taking this case
anyway?"

"No one else wants to." Sanzo said.

"And why do you want to?" Gojyo wondered.

"I don't care, a case is a case." Sanzo said flatly.

Gojyo shrugged. "All right then. I'll see what I have in my closet."




Gojyo eyed himself in the mirror. He had chosen his sexiest clothes but he wasn't sure that they'd do.
He'd never tried to literally sell himself before. The doorbell rang, interrupting his thoughts. He
strolled over to the door and checked before he opened it. Sanzo strolled in, dressed in a long dark
trench coat. His hair had been gelled into soft, messy spikes. It gave him that just-finished-a-round-
of-debauchery look.

He eyed Gojyo critically.

"Aren't I sexy?" Gojyo asked with a wink.

Sanzo snorted. "Not good enough."

Gojyo was surprised. "This isn't good enough?"

"No."

"Well then, what is good enough, Lieutenant?" Gojyo asked snidely.

"Show me what you have in your closet."

Gojyo glared at Sanzo, a sharp retort on his lips, only to freeze as Sanzo removed his trench coat.

Sanzo wore a rather tight, sheer black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. A few buttons had
been undone to reveal glimpses of pale flesh. His pants were tight dark red leather that clung to his
thighs and flared out slightly the rest of the way down. The pants hung low on his hips and had laces on
the sides, revealing glimpses of pale flesh. He wore short black gloves with the fingers cut off. Black
combat boots completed the look.

He looked so utterly sexy that Gojyo had an insane urge to jump him.

Gojyo swallowed hard once and shook his head slightly. He docilely led Sanzo into his bedroom and
gestured towards the closet.

Sanzo opened it and rooted around.

Gojyo's eyes travelled up and down Sanzo’s form again. Damn he looked sexy. It made Gojyo feel dowdy in
comparison.

‘Okay, time to stop staring,?he mentally told himself sternly. He schooled his face into its usual smug
look and focused on the fact that Sanzo was going to choose his clothes for him. His lips quirked
slightly at the irony of the situation. His hands jerked up reflexively as Sanzo some items of clothing
at him. He stared at the selected items in bemusement.

Sanzo finally surfaced with some more clothes and took the items from Gojyo. He tossed them on Gojyo's
bed and began sorting through them. He handed Gojyo a pair of pants.

"Those will do," he muttered, searching through the pile of shirts now. "Put them on."

"I barely fit into these." Gojyo protested.

"That's the point." Sanzo snapped absently.

Grumbled, Gojyo stripped off his first pair of pants and put on the tight ones that he hadn't worn since
his last years of school. He just fit into them then and the fit was more or less the same now.

"The pants are loose around the hips," he murmured in surprise. If Sanzo made any comments about his
crotch size decreasing, he'd kill him.

"Tug them down until they sit right, then." Sanzo replied absently.

"If I tug them any lower they'll fall off." Gojyo grumbled.

"Do you have any belts?" Sanzo asked, still shifting through the shirts.

"Yeah, I'll get them." Gojyo said.

"How much do you like these shirts?" Sanzo asked suddenly.

Gojyo turned his head to see the two shirts Sanzo was holding up. He considered them for a moment and
then shrugged.

"I don't wear them anymore," he said, turning back to get his belts.

The sound of ripping made Gojyo's head whip back. Sanzo was doing something to the shirts. Gojyo was
about to protest when he then decided he didn't care enough. He grabbed all his belts and tossed them on
the bed for Sanzo's inspection. Sanzo glanced at them briefly and pointed at a shiny black one. He
finished his modifications to the shirts.

"Off with that shirt," he ordered.

Gojyo complied, wondering what Sanzo was up to. Amused he allowed Sanzo to pull the shirt over his head.
Sanzo ripped off a few stray threads. He then pulled the other shirt overtop. Taking the removed sleeves
of the first shirt, he pulled them on and threaded part of it around Gojyo's thumb. Ripping more pieces,
he tied it just above Gojyo's elbow and then repeated the same procedure with the other sleeve. He
grabbed the belt and looped it around Gojyo's hips, buckling it tight enough to hide the baggy part of
the pants.

Sanzo stood back and eyed Gojyo critically. He reached up and pulled the elastic out of Gojyo's hair.
He pulled a bottle of hair gel out of his pocket. Gojyo was unceremoniously shoved into a sitting
position on the bed. Sanzo removed his gloves before he squirted some gel into Gojyo's hair and worked
it in.

Now that Sanzo's chest was so close to his face, Gojyo found himself staring at the pale flesh that
winked at him each time Sanzo moved his arms. The sheerness of the shirt revealed Sanzo's nipples and
made one notice his musculature.

Gojyo shifted uncomfortably. Dammit! He didn't like guys like that.

Oh sure he liked to tease them, but he'd never wanted to jump one before. Besides, the teasing was
something he did with everyone; it didn't mean anything. He tried to unfocus his eyes but Sanzo's fingers
distracted him. The touch was as cold and impersonal as the man but the clothes contrasted with that
image.

"How many times have you gone undercover like this?" Gojyo asked, trying to divert his mind.

"Three or four." Sanzo said absently.

"Why'd you start?"

"My first partner used to be in prostitution before he transferred to vice. He volunteered for the
occasional job and I didn't care."

"He taught you how to look like a prostitute." Gojyo hazarded.

Sanzo made a noise of assent.

"He did a good job. I'm sure the ladies are all over you." Gojyo said jokingly.

Sanzo snorted but didn't disagree.

He pulled back. "Up."

Gojyo stood up and let Sanzo give him the once over.

"Good enough." Sanzo declared.

"Only good enough?" Gojyo asked in a wounded tone.

Sanzo didn't reply, he just headed for the bathroom to wash his hands. Gojyo shrugged and turned to face
the mirror. He started, then struck a pose and a smirk. Now he liked what he saw.

He wore tight black vinyl pants that hugged him all the way down. The large belt made the pants seem
tight around the hips and hinted at the size below. The black mesh shirt showed off his muscles and
ended a few inches above his bellybutton. The flashy gold shirt over top was only slightly longer and
now looked like a vest. It emphasized his bronzed skin and enhanced the red of his eyes and hair. Sanzo
had taken the sleeves of the mesh shirt and turned them into gloves. They looked better as gloves. Sanzo
had teased his hair so that it looked wild, almost like a punk rocker. He decided he rather liked this
look, even if it was too sluttish for his tastes to wear on a regular basis. He rifled through his
closet and pulled out a pair of black boots.

"They'll do." Sanzo said.

Gojyo whirled around to find Sanzo putting his gloves back on. He hadn't heard him come back from the
bathroom.

"Yes, sir." Gojyo said with a grin, putting on the boots.

"And a long coat so no one will notice us slip in." Sanzo ordered.

"Aye, master." Gojyo said in a snide tone.

Sanzo gave Gojyo an inscrutable look.



Gojyo had never had his butt fondled so many times in one night. As much as he liked attention, so many
aggressive women were not his style. To his disappointment, in an unprofessional way, none of them
picked him up. They seemed to prefer the butch looking men. He sidled over to stand somewhat near Sanzo.

"Are we in the wrong area?" he asked. "I mean, as muscled as I am, I don't look like those Popeyes over
there."

"This is where we'll find the suspect." Sanzo growled lowly. "So shut up and look pretty."

"I always look pretty." Gojyo replied with a wink.

Sanzo just stared at him until he moved away.

They stood there for about another hour before Gojyo jumped. A slender hand had slid into his back
pocket and was caressing his butt forcefully. He turned to see a tall, slender woman with a smallish
chest and pretty face. Her hair was long and brown and curled artfully around her face.

"Hello," she purred.

"Hello," he replied, turning on a sexy smile. "Can I help you?"

"Well, I hope so," she said. "The question is, are you game for what I want?"

"What do you want?" Gojyo asked gamely enough.

She pouted. "Too late, you lost."

She sauntered off, leaving Gojyo looking very confused as to what was going on. She weaved her way
leisurely around a couple of Popeyes before she rounded back to hit Sanzo.

"Hello," she purred.

Sanzo merely looked at her. "What do you want?" he demanded.

"You tell me," the woman said with a challenging smirk.

Sanzo regarded her for a moment and then grabbed her by the hair. Gojyo watched with a raised eyebrow as
Sanzo bent the woman's body back and kissed her forcefully. His other eyebrow rose as Sanzo's free hand
reached up to grab the woman's breast tightly. Eventually Sanzo removed his mouth, though his hands
remained where they were. The woman looked at him with wide eyes, panting.

Then she smiled.

"Come with me," she purred. "And choose a friend."

"Where are we going?" Sanzo demanded.

"A hotel room," the woman replied.

"It's five hundred for a fast fuck against the wall." Sanzo growled.

"I'll pay you two thousand for an hour," the woman offered.

"You'll pay me four thousand for an hour." Sanzo retorted. "And my 'friend' gets half that. Otherwise
it's the usual fuck."

The woman looked Sanzo up and down and licked her lips. "All right, four thousand for an hour. Ten
thousand if you can make it last for two."

Sanzo snorted. "Let's go."

"Who are you picking?" the woman asked, eyeing the others.

Sanzo's glance panned briefly across the group and then pointed at Gojyo. "You."

Gojyo made a surprised 'me?' look and Sanzo nodded curtly.

"A threesome?" Gojyo asked, sauntering over.

"Two thousand each for the hour." Sanzo said.

Gojyo grinned charmingly at the woman. "I'm game."

"But he-"

"Take it or get lost." Sanzo snapped.

The woman nodded quickly. "This way," she said eagerly.



The end of chapter 2

Sex coming up in the next chapter! And it's with a woman! Kill me now! The next chapter probably won't
be up for a little while, I'm getting help writing it (I don't write heterosexual sex scenes). And if
you don't like the story, tough. I couldn't care less.
Comments or questions can be mailed to me at kurama_hiei_yu@yahoo.com

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