Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Welcome To The Night ❯ You Talk ( Chapter 5 )
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By: SocialDegenerate 
Anime/Manga: Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.19.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 214 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.19.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 214 | Status: Work In Progress
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Gojyo held his door open, sweeping his arm across with a charming smile to gesture for Sanzo to enter. The blonde’s upper lip curled into snarl, and Gojyo couldn’t help but snort with laughter at the filthy expression.
“Let’s keep this short, whore.” Even though it was true, Gojyo really didn’t appreciate the way Sanzo brought his profession into everything; after all, he wasn’t about to forget what he did…or who.
Sighing in irritation, Gojyo stood back in front of the doorway and crossed his arms over his chest. “I still don’t have to help you; I’m not getting anything from this, after all. So I’d appreciate it if you’d ease up on the insults.”
The blonde glared, and opened his mouth to say something; when he simply shut his lips again, Gojyo stepped out of the doorway and walked inside his apartment. “You want a drink, cop?”
“I. Am not. A fucking cop. Get that through your idiot head.” Gojyo rolled his eyes; he should’ve known that somebody wouldn’t be able to take a joke. “Yeah, I got that. What kind of a policeman would pick up a prostitute in an illegal brothel?”
From behind him, the redhead heard something that sounded like ‘biggest mistake of my life’; it definitely wasn’t the first time someone had said that about him, and it probably wasn’t gonna be the last.
“Awww, you flatter me, Blondie. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that you were after a bit of this.” Gojyo lightly slapped his own rear, and then swung around, jerking his thumb towards the living room. “Make yourself comfortable…though I’m guessing the stick up your ass might make that difficult.”
Laughing, the redhead walked away into the kitchen, fishing a couple of beers from his fridge and grabbing an ashtray. When he got back to the living room, his visitor was sitting ramrod straight in a lounge chair, already lighting up a cigarette. “Oi, you, didn’t your mother ever teach you it was rude to just start smoking in someone else’s home?”
Sanzo growled, looking up with a glare that only darkened when he saw Gojyo’s grin. The redhead slid the ashtray onto the coffee table, dangling a beer in front of the sitting man, who snatched it with a grunt of dismissal. “What would you know? I didn’t have a mother.”
Gojyo’s eyes widened when he realised what the blonde had just let slip, something that seemed like a fairly personal detail. He was lucky that Sanzo had already looked down, and didn’t catch his reaction. “Well, that makes two of us, Blondie. And I guess it explains a little something about your severe lack of manners.”
Making sure to sit in the closest seat possible to Sanzo, Gojyo took a mouthful from his bottle and leaned forward, knowing that the blonde wanted to get to business as soon as possible. “So, what d’you need? I actually don’t know if I can help you, anyway.”
“Oh, you can help me. What’s unsure is whether or not I’m going to slaughter you before I leave.” Sanzo took a drag off his cigarette, turning his head to blow the smoke into Gojyo’s face. Petulant? Never.
“Just try it, gorgeous.” Sanzo’s eyes flared with anger at the name, and his hand twitched towards the inside of his jacket. Gojyo slouched back in his chair, waiting for all the empty posturing to appear, along with the gun. He was surprised when the hand was redirected to run through blonde hair; calming down hadn’t seemed to be one of Sanzo’s strong points.
“Don’t call me that. Ever. What I need from you, though, is…I need to know how your pimp runs his racket.” Gojyo couldn’t help but notice how violet eyes were purposely directed to the side of his head, the blonde unable to look directly at him while asking for help.
He hadn’t known what to expect from Sanzo; the man seemed genuine enough when he said he wasn’t part of the police, and yet…why else would he want to know about the inner workings of a prostitution ring? “And why is that, Sanzo? You thinking about getting in on the action?” Gojyo sent a particularly seductive leer towards the blonde, dropping his voice slightly, “You could make an absolute mint with that body of yours.”
“Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit. I would never lower myself to the level of…you!” Ouch. That stung Gojyo a little, even though it was nothing new. It was probably just because of the pure venom dripping from Sanzo’s tone that made this time seem…worse.
“Well then, what’s with asking that? If you’re not trying to get into the business, then it seems like one Hell of a cop question.” Gojyo lit up one of his own cigarettes, gesturing with it towards Sanzo as he spoke.
The blonde sighed, looking like he was struggling with something. Then, suddenly, his face hardened and he looked directly at Gojyo. The redhead swallowed hard when droopy eyes stared intensely into his own, some long-buried emotion sparking faintly in the back of his mind. Before he could prod at it a bit further, though, Sanzo spoke. “I work for…Bosatsu Industries. I’m sure even you’ve heard of them.”
Gojyo ignored the implied insult, instead trying to work out the other implication of what the blonde was saying. “Bosatsu Industries…hmmm…isn’t that the company with the…mob ties…Sanzo, what are y-…”
“They have more than just ‘mob ties’, dipshit. The entire organisation is nothing more than a front for illegal activities. You know the drill: gambling, drugs…”
“And prostitution! Of course…why didn’t I pick it?” Gojyo was blown away; because his pimp had a major position in one of the city’s crime syndicates, he’d dealt with more than one mobster in his time, and could usually immediately tell who they were. And yet, despite the blonde’s obvious penchant for violence and seemingly total unsuitability for corporate work, he hadn’t even suspected…
“You didn’t pick it because I didn’t want you to pick it. Simple as that.” Sanzo finally looked away again, swigging from his beer while Gojyo ran through the facts.
His insane new…acquaintance was some kind of gangster, and he was sticking his nose into a rival organisation’s business. Also, the man seemed perfectly confident that Gojyo was going to spill everything- which he was, but still. What a cocky asshole…wait a minute…
“Blondie, why were you in the club that night?” Gojyo narrowed his eyes at his visitor, head tilting inquisitively to one side. Sanzo threw back the last of his beer, taking his time to answer.
“I was working. Casing the way everything operated.” The man didn’t seem inclined to elaborate, and the pair sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the majority of sound coming from the inhalation and exhalation of smoke into the air. It was only when Sanzo finally sighed loudly, purposely trying to get the taller man’s attention, that the quiet was broken.
“What’s on your mind, gorgeous?” Gojyo couldn’t resist stirring the blonde up a little, the game getting more and more fun the longer he played. Sadly, the other man ignored the name this time, instead just focusing on the question.
“I was wondering, you idiot, when you were finally going to tell me what I need to know. Your company is simply illuminating, but I have a job to do and come Hell or high water, I’m going to do it.”
Gojyo smiled cheekily and Sanzo looked at him, quickly looking away again. “Mmm, I do like a man who knows what he wants. I might just be falling in love with you, Sanzo.”
Pale skin flushed pink, and Gojyo couldn’t help but notice how good the blonde man looked when he was embarrassed. Goddammit, if he wasn’t such a prickly asshole, Gojyo would have been jumping in his lap and getting as few clothes between them as quickly as possible.
“Am I going to have to beat you up for answers? Because I’m leaning towards that option the longer you go on.” Oh God, Sanzo just didn’t know when he was running himself into a trap, did he? Gojyo couldn’t resist going along with the unintended innuendo.
“I’m entirely down with you, ah, beating me off for answers, if that’s where you were heading.” The redhead winked flirtatiously, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly turned nasty.
“Alright, I’ve had it. Go crawl back into your little syphilis-filled whore hole, I don’t give a flying fuck. You’re a stupid fucking dickhead, and I will be glad to never associate with you again in my life. Ever.” The blonde hissed his words, pure anger seething through as he stood and stormed towards the front door.
Behind him, crimson eyes widened as Gojyo felt a flash of annoyance, and a tiny hint of something that just might have been hurt. Before he realised what he was doing, the redhead had stood, quickly moved across the room, and put his hand on Sanzo’s shoulder to turn the man back around.
“What?” The tone of voice promised violence, and Gojyo knew that he should take his hand off the other man’s arm, but instead he simply stayed still. It wasn’t until the blonde forcibly removed Gojyo’s grip that he thought to speak, and he allowed the man to take a single step away. “I’ll help you. Just go back to the living room.”
The look that Sanzo gave the redhead was pure suspicion, as if he thought he’d end up naked and tied to a bed if he stayed any longer. As much as Gojyo enjoyed that idea, he figured that doing something like that would spell his untimely death, and so he wasn’t actually planning anything- apart from what the blonde had asked him to do.
“You’re worse than a fucking skittish animal, I swear. C’mon, man.” Gojyo shook his head, smirking a little. Turning around, he walked back the way he had come, listening for the sound of footsteps behind him. Eventually he heard Sanzo begin to follow, and his eyes lit up in triumph.
Gojyo sat in the same seat as before, gesturing for the blonde to sit as well. It was only after almost a minute passed that Sanzo took up his seat once again, his posture clearly showing that he wanted to keep as much distance between himself and Gojyo as possible. The redhead thought it was hilarious, but cleverly kept his mouth shut.
“So, where do you want me to start?”
“From the beginning, obviously.” Sanzo glared, seemingly reluctant to add any more, and Gojyo sighed. This was probably going to take quite a while.
“I’m assuming you know all the places that Banri owns: the strip joints, the legal whore houses, and the illegal club brothels, yes?” Not waiting for an answer that never came, Gojyo continued on, staring at a spot just left of Sanzo’s face. “Well, we all basically get shuffled around those places. Most of the girls who work as prostitutes also work the strip clubs. The guys like me don’t do that; the market for male strippers just doesn’t make enough money. So we do house calls instead. I’m not real keen on that sorta’ thing, but Hell, the money’s good and it’s still better than the streets.”
Sanzo nodded just a little, and Gojyo paused as the back of his mind admired the way afternoon light played over shoulder-length hair, swaying slightly with the movement. Maybe that whole ‘tied to a bed’ scenario might play out, after all…
As if he could read Gojyo’s mind, Sanzo glared harder, and the redhead couldn’t help the slight flush that crept across his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he distracted himself by talking. “Anyway, as for the actual business…”
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Two hours later, the two men were still sitting in the same positions, the only changes to the room being a collection of empty beer bottles and an overflowing ashtray now sitting on the coffee table. They’d started drinking again not long after Gojyo had begun his speech, and although the redhead was doing fine holding his liquor, Sanzo was beginning to look a little sketchy. Gojyo could only assume that he hadn’t eaten, as they really hadn’t had all that much to drink.
“…And that’s everything.” Gojyo stretched his body out, enjoying the feeling of his joints cracking. Sanzo screwed his nose up at the loud noises, subconsciously leaning away from the source of them. “Do you mind? That’s fucking disgusting.”
Gojyo smirked, switching to making his knuckles crack. “Not at all. So, anyway, is there anything else you wanna ask?”
Purple eyes flicked up and to the left, the way Gojyo had noticed they did whenever the blonde man was thinking. When they returned to the forward position, Gojyo realised that he’d been staring, and that he’d just been busted. However, instead of the expected glare, the gaze simply dropped down.
“That’ll be enough…thankyou.” The last word was spoken like someone had a gun to his head, and it made Gojyo snort with laughter. Sanzo was an ungrateful bastard, and a violent prick, but there was just something oddly endearing about him. Not to mention the fact that he looked like some sort of carnal god, and had the cock to match.
The taller man blinked rapidly as his new favourite memory made his dick begin to stand at attention, the lust stronger than usual due to his close proximity to the guy who had a starring role in the vision.
Thanking the gods for loose cargo shorts, he tried to think of anything other than ripping his clothes off and jumping Sanzo’s bones.
The blonde might have been hot, but there was very little worth getting shot for.
It was an unsettling relief for Gojyo, to realise that there was actually something he wouldn’t do to have Sanzo. This was…new, for him to actually think about going after someone; usually he lost all interest after fucking a person, if he’d even felt anything in the first place. Sex to him was all just business, really.
And even if…holy fuck!
All of a sudden, Gojyo’s half-full bottle was spilling on the floor and his lap was full of writhing, spitting, and more-drunk-than-he-was-letting-on Sanzo. The small section of his mind that was still working filled in the gaps: obviously, the blonde had stood up to leave, but the beer had kicked in and his motor skills had been a little…impaired. And of all the directions he could have fallen in, it just had to be right on top of Gojyo, didn’t it?
A toned thigh was pressing firmly against Gojyo’s groin, and the blonde’s struggling was creating a rather pleasurable rubbing sensation. The redhead managed to avoid groaning out loud, but he couldn’t bring himself to help the blonde stand up. It just felt too damn good.
When Sanzo went perfectly still, the colour drained from Gojyo’s face, and he knew he was in trouble. There weren’t many reasonable excuses he could come up with that would explain the hardness pressing against the blonde’s leg, and the truth was going to end with one of them in pain; most likely Gojyo.
“Fucking pervert!” Sanzo’s words were hissed out and he was on his feet, moving quickly through the room like he wasn’t completely smashed. Still, Gojyo was faster, and before the blonde could reach the front door, his path was blocked by a taller, heavier and altogether stronger man. “MOVE, you fuckwit!”
Gojyo stood firm. This actually wasn’t about him, for once. “Oh, no. You’re pissed, and there’s no chance in Hell of me letting you drive like this.”
Sanzo’s expression could have frozen vodka, and Gojyo was entirely proud of himself for not giving a single millimetre under the intense glare. He wasn’t about to let the man kill himself from drink-driving, if he could help it. Sure, there wasn’t much to his plan after ‘stop Sanzo from leaving’, but Gojyo was good at improvisation.
“I’m fine! If you don’t let me the fuck out of here right this second, I’m gonna-…”
“You’re not fine. You fell onto me, for god’s sake!” Gojyo tensed as the blonde’s fist rose into the air, but it just hovered as the man started to yell.
“I’m not about to fucking stay here with you, whore! You probably tripped me up anyway, since you seem so goddamn eager to get into my pants, perverted little shit that you are! There’s no way I’m giving you even the slightest opportunity to…to molest me any further, so get out of my way and you’ll keep your life!” In any other context, Gojyo would have been impressed by the fact that he’d just been treated to the longest monologue he’d ever heard from Sanzo. As it was, he was keeping a wary eye on the raised fist, tendons bulging in a pale arm as the blonde squeezed his hand tight.
“No. Everything you said there was wrong…well, except f-…uh, nothing.” It didn’t seem like the best time to point out the fact that he really was eager to get into Sanzo’s pants, and Gojyo only just managed to censor himself in time. He continued in a falsely calm tone, “I just don’t want you to die, now that you owe me a favour for today. So get your ass onto the couch and sleep the booze off.”
Pure rage flashed in violet eyes, and Gojyo saw the fist move, just not towards his face. The sound of a gun being cocked sent panic through him, adrenaline starting to pump as his body debated fight or flight. The decision was made as a bullet flew past, almost singeing red strands of hair as it lodged itself into the door behind Gojyo. On pure instinct, Gojyo ducked in anticipation of a second shot, and Sanzo used the distraction to slip past and out of the apartment.
Gojyo stood, watching in dismay as the lithe blonde disappeared down the hallway and out of sight. How could he have been so stupid as to have forgotten about the gun? He should’ve been expecting the shot to come, or at least to have been threatened.
Groaning, Gojyo hit his head against the wood of his open door, letting it rest there as the adrenaline began to slowly ebb from his system, leaving him tired and still a little horny. Maybe he was just a masochist at heart, but a livid Sanzo was a stunning Sanzo.
He just hoped that the man didn’t kill himself out on the roads, or anyone else. That would be way more trouble than it was worth, and Gojyo didn’t want to be the one responsible for another death.
The redhead sighed, turning back to go inside the apartment. Luckily, no one would come to investigate the gunshot; it was all par for the course in his building.
But why did he seem to attract all the psychos? Was there some sort of sign above his head that said, ‘if you’re crazy, I’m willing’? Just once, once, he’d like to meet someone normal; but that didn’t look like it was ever going to happen.
Then again, normal was overrated…probably.
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Gojyo held his door open, sweeping his arm across with a charming smile to gesture for Sanzo to enter. The blonde’s upper lip curled into snarl, and Gojyo couldn’t help but snort with laughter at the filthy expression.
“Let’s keep this short, whore.” Even though it was true, Gojyo really didn’t appreciate the way Sanzo brought his profession into everything; after all, he wasn’t about to forget what he did…or who.
Sighing in irritation, Gojyo stood back in front of the doorway and crossed his arms over his chest. “I still don’t have to help you; I’m not getting anything from this, after all. So I’d appreciate it if you’d ease up on the insults.”
The blonde glared, and opened his mouth to say something; when he simply shut his lips again, Gojyo stepped out of the doorway and walked inside his apartment. “You want a drink, cop?”
“I. Am not. A fucking cop. Get that through your idiot head.” Gojyo rolled his eyes; he should’ve known that somebody wouldn’t be able to take a joke. “Yeah, I got that. What kind of a policeman would pick up a prostitute in an illegal brothel?”
From behind him, the redhead heard something that sounded like ‘biggest mistake of my life’; it definitely wasn’t the first time someone had said that about him, and it probably wasn’t gonna be the last.
“Awww, you flatter me, Blondie. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that you were after a bit of this.” Gojyo lightly slapped his own rear, and then swung around, jerking his thumb towards the living room. “Make yourself comfortable…though I’m guessing the stick up your ass might make that difficult.”
Laughing, the redhead walked away into the kitchen, fishing a couple of beers from his fridge and grabbing an ashtray. When he got back to the living room, his visitor was sitting ramrod straight in a lounge chair, already lighting up a cigarette. “Oi, you, didn’t your mother ever teach you it was rude to just start smoking in someone else’s home?”
Sanzo growled, looking up with a glare that only darkened when he saw Gojyo’s grin. The redhead slid the ashtray onto the coffee table, dangling a beer in front of the sitting man, who snatched it with a grunt of dismissal. “What would you know? I didn’t have a mother.”
Gojyo’s eyes widened when he realised what the blonde had just let slip, something that seemed like a fairly personal detail. He was lucky that Sanzo had already looked down, and didn’t catch his reaction. “Well, that makes two of us, Blondie. And I guess it explains a little something about your severe lack of manners.”
Making sure to sit in the closest seat possible to Sanzo, Gojyo took a mouthful from his bottle and leaned forward, knowing that the blonde wanted to get to business as soon as possible. “So, what d’you need? I actually don’t know if I can help you, anyway.”
“Oh, you can help me. What’s unsure is whether or not I’m going to slaughter you before I leave.” Sanzo took a drag off his cigarette, turning his head to blow the smoke into Gojyo’s face. Petulant? Never.
“Just try it, gorgeous.” Sanzo’s eyes flared with anger at the name, and his hand twitched towards the inside of his jacket. Gojyo slouched back in his chair, waiting for all the empty posturing to appear, along with the gun. He was surprised when the hand was redirected to run through blonde hair; calming down hadn’t seemed to be one of Sanzo’s strong points.
“Don’t call me that. Ever. What I need from you, though, is…I need to know how your pimp runs his racket.” Gojyo couldn’t help but notice how violet eyes were purposely directed to the side of his head, the blonde unable to look directly at him while asking for help.
He hadn’t known what to expect from Sanzo; the man seemed genuine enough when he said he wasn’t part of the police, and yet…why else would he want to know about the inner workings of a prostitution ring? “And why is that, Sanzo? You thinking about getting in on the action?” Gojyo sent a particularly seductive leer towards the blonde, dropping his voice slightly, “You could make an absolute mint with that body of yours.”
“Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit. I would never lower myself to the level of…you!” Ouch. That stung Gojyo a little, even though it was nothing new. It was probably just because of the pure venom dripping from Sanzo’s tone that made this time seem…worse.
“Well then, what’s with asking that? If you’re not trying to get into the business, then it seems like one Hell of a cop question.” Gojyo lit up one of his own cigarettes, gesturing with it towards Sanzo as he spoke.
The blonde sighed, looking like he was struggling with something. Then, suddenly, his face hardened and he looked directly at Gojyo. The redhead swallowed hard when droopy eyes stared intensely into his own, some long-buried emotion sparking faintly in the back of his mind. Before he could prod at it a bit further, though, Sanzo spoke. “I work for…Bosatsu Industries. I’m sure even you’ve heard of them.”
Gojyo ignored the implied insult, instead trying to work out the other implication of what the blonde was saying. “Bosatsu Industries…hmmm…isn’t that the company with the…mob ties…Sanzo, what are y-…”
“They have more than just ‘mob ties’, dipshit. The entire organisation is nothing more than a front for illegal activities. You know the drill: gambling, drugs…”
“And prostitution! Of course…why didn’t I pick it?” Gojyo was blown away; because his pimp had a major position in one of the city’s crime syndicates, he’d dealt with more than one mobster in his time, and could usually immediately tell who they were. And yet, despite the blonde’s obvious penchant for violence and seemingly total unsuitability for corporate work, he hadn’t even suspected…
“You didn’t pick it because I didn’t want you to pick it. Simple as that.” Sanzo finally looked away again, swigging from his beer while Gojyo ran through the facts.
His insane new…acquaintance was some kind of gangster, and he was sticking his nose into a rival organisation’s business. Also, the man seemed perfectly confident that Gojyo was going to spill everything- which he was, but still. What a cocky asshole…wait a minute…
“Blondie, why were you in the club that night?” Gojyo narrowed his eyes at his visitor, head tilting inquisitively to one side. Sanzo threw back the last of his beer, taking his time to answer.
“I was working. Casing the way everything operated.” The man didn’t seem inclined to elaborate, and the pair sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the majority of sound coming from the inhalation and exhalation of smoke into the air. It was only when Sanzo finally sighed loudly, purposely trying to get the taller man’s attention, that the quiet was broken.
“What’s on your mind, gorgeous?” Gojyo couldn’t resist stirring the blonde up a little, the game getting more and more fun the longer he played. Sadly, the other man ignored the name this time, instead just focusing on the question.
“I was wondering, you idiot, when you were finally going to tell me what I need to know. Your company is simply illuminating, but I have a job to do and come Hell or high water, I’m going to do it.”
Gojyo smiled cheekily and Sanzo looked at him, quickly looking away again. “Mmm, I do like a man who knows what he wants. I might just be falling in love with you, Sanzo.”
Pale skin flushed pink, and Gojyo couldn’t help but notice how good the blonde man looked when he was embarrassed. Goddammit, if he wasn’t such a prickly asshole, Gojyo would have been jumping in his lap and getting as few clothes between them as quickly as possible.
“Am I going to have to beat you up for answers? Because I’m leaning towards that option the longer you go on.” Oh God, Sanzo just didn’t know when he was running himself into a trap, did he? Gojyo couldn’t resist going along with the unintended innuendo.
“I’m entirely down with you, ah, beating me off for answers, if that’s where you were heading.” The redhead winked flirtatiously, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly turned nasty.
“Alright, I’ve had it. Go crawl back into your little syphilis-filled whore hole, I don’t give a flying fuck. You’re a stupid fucking dickhead, and I will be glad to never associate with you again in my life. Ever.” The blonde hissed his words, pure anger seething through as he stood and stormed towards the front door.
Behind him, crimson eyes widened as Gojyo felt a flash of annoyance, and a tiny hint of something that just might have been hurt. Before he realised what he was doing, the redhead had stood, quickly moved across the room, and put his hand on Sanzo’s shoulder to turn the man back around.
“What?” The tone of voice promised violence, and Gojyo knew that he should take his hand off the other man’s arm, but instead he simply stayed still. It wasn’t until the blonde forcibly removed Gojyo’s grip that he thought to speak, and he allowed the man to take a single step away. “I’ll help you. Just go back to the living room.”
The look that Sanzo gave the redhead was pure suspicion, as if he thought he’d end up naked and tied to a bed if he stayed any longer. As much as Gojyo enjoyed that idea, he figured that doing something like that would spell his untimely death, and so he wasn’t actually planning anything- apart from what the blonde had asked him to do.
“You’re worse than a fucking skittish animal, I swear. C’mon, man.” Gojyo shook his head, smirking a little. Turning around, he walked back the way he had come, listening for the sound of footsteps behind him. Eventually he heard Sanzo begin to follow, and his eyes lit up in triumph.
Gojyo sat in the same seat as before, gesturing for the blonde to sit as well. It was only after almost a minute passed that Sanzo took up his seat once again, his posture clearly showing that he wanted to keep as much distance between himself and Gojyo as possible. The redhead thought it was hilarious, but cleverly kept his mouth shut.
“So, where do you want me to start?”
“From the beginning, obviously.” Sanzo glared, seemingly reluctant to add any more, and Gojyo sighed. This was probably going to take quite a while.
“I’m assuming you know all the places that Banri owns: the strip joints, the legal whore houses, and the illegal club brothels, yes?” Not waiting for an answer that never came, Gojyo continued on, staring at a spot just left of Sanzo’s face. “Well, we all basically get shuffled around those places. Most of the girls who work as prostitutes also work the strip clubs. The guys like me don’t do that; the market for male strippers just doesn’t make enough money. So we do house calls instead. I’m not real keen on that sorta’ thing, but Hell, the money’s good and it’s still better than the streets.”
Sanzo nodded just a little, and Gojyo paused as the back of his mind admired the way afternoon light played over shoulder-length hair, swaying slightly with the movement. Maybe that whole ‘tied to a bed’ scenario might play out, after all…
As if he could read Gojyo’s mind, Sanzo glared harder, and the redhead couldn’t help the slight flush that crept across his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he distracted himself by talking. “Anyway, as for the actual business…”
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Two hours later, the two men were still sitting in the same positions, the only changes to the room being a collection of empty beer bottles and an overflowing ashtray now sitting on the coffee table. They’d started drinking again not long after Gojyo had begun his speech, and although the redhead was doing fine holding his liquor, Sanzo was beginning to look a little sketchy. Gojyo could only assume that he hadn’t eaten, as they really hadn’t had all that much to drink.
“…And that’s everything.” Gojyo stretched his body out, enjoying the feeling of his joints cracking. Sanzo screwed his nose up at the loud noises, subconsciously leaning away from the source of them. “Do you mind? That’s fucking disgusting.”
Gojyo smirked, switching to making his knuckles crack. “Not at all. So, anyway, is there anything else you wanna ask?”
Purple eyes flicked up and to the left, the way Gojyo had noticed they did whenever the blonde man was thinking. When they returned to the forward position, Gojyo realised that he’d been staring, and that he’d just been busted. However, instead of the expected glare, the gaze simply dropped down.
“That’ll be enough…thankyou.” The last word was spoken like someone had a gun to his head, and it made Gojyo snort with laughter. Sanzo was an ungrateful bastard, and a violent prick, but there was just something oddly endearing about him. Not to mention the fact that he looked like some sort of carnal god, and had the cock to match.
The taller man blinked rapidly as his new favourite memory made his dick begin to stand at attention, the lust stronger than usual due to his close proximity to the guy who had a starring role in the vision.
Thanking the gods for loose cargo shorts, he tried to think of anything other than ripping his clothes off and jumping Sanzo’s bones.
The blonde might have been hot, but there was very little worth getting shot for.
It was an unsettling relief for Gojyo, to realise that there was actually something he wouldn’t do to have Sanzo. This was…new, for him to actually think about going after someone; usually he lost all interest after fucking a person, if he’d even felt anything in the first place. Sex to him was all just business, really.
And even if…holy fuck!
All of a sudden, Gojyo’s half-full bottle was spilling on the floor and his lap was full of writhing, spitting, and more-drunk-than-he-was-letting-on Sanzo. The small section of his mind that was still working filled in the gaps: obviously, the blonde had stood up to leave, but the beer had kicked in and his motor skills had been a little…impaired. And of all the directions he could have fallen in, it just had to be right on top of Gojyo, didn’t it?
A toned thigh was pressing firmly against Gojyo’s groin, and the blonde’s struggling was creating a rather pleasurable rubbing sensation. The redhead managed to avoid groaning out loud, but he couldn’t bring himself to help the blonde stand up. It just felt too damn good.
When Sanzo went perfectly still, the colour drained from Gojyo’s face, and he knew he was in trouble. There weren’t many reasonable excuses he could come up with that would explain the hardness pressing against the blonde’s leg, and the truth was going to end with one of them in pain; most likely Gojyo.
“Fucking pervert!” Sanzo’s words were hissed out and he was on his feet, moving quickly through the room like he wasn’t completely smashed. Still, Gojyo was faster, and before the blonde could reach the front door, his path was blocked by a taller, heavier and altogether stronger man. “MOVE, you fuckwit!”
Gojyo stood firm. This actually wasn’t about him, for once. “Oh, no. You’re pissed, and there’s no chance in Hell of me letting you drive like this.”
Sanzo’s expression could have frozen vodka, and Gojyo was entirely proud of himself for not giving a single millimetre under the intense glare. He wasn’t about to let the man kill himself from drink-driving, if he could help it. Sure, there wasn’t much to his plan after ‘stop Sanzo from leaving’, but Gojyo was good at improvisation.
“I’m fine! If you don’t let me the fuck out of here right this second, I’m gonna-…”
“You’re not fine. You fell onto me, for god’s sake!” Gojyo tensed as the blonde’s fist rose into the air, but it just hovered as the man started to yell.
“I’m not about to fucking stay here with you, whore! You probably tripped me up anyway, since you seem so goddamn eager to get into my pants, perverted little shit that you are! There’s no way I’m giving you even the slightest opportunity to…to molest me any further, so get out of my way and you’ll keep your life!” In any other context, Gojyo would have been impressed by the fact that he’d just been treated to the longest monologue he’d ever heard from Sanzo. As it was, he was keeping a wary eye on the raised fist, tendons bulging in a pale arm as the blonde squeezed his hand tight.
“No. Everything you said there was wrong…well, except f-…uh, nothing.” It didn’t seem like the best time to point out the fact that he really was eager to get into Sanzo’s pants, and Gojyo only just managed to censor himself in time. He continued in a falsely calm tone, “I just don’t want you to die, now that you owe me a favour for today. So get your ass onto the couch and sleep the booze off.”
Pure rage flashed in violet eyes, and Gojyo saw the fist move, just not towards his face. The sound of a gun being cocked sent panic through him, adrenaline starting to pump as his body debated fight or flight. The decision was made as a bullet flew past, almost singeing red strands of hair as it lodged itself into the door behind Gojyo. On pure instinct, Gojyo ducked in anticipation of a second shot, and Sanzo used the distraction to slip past and out of the apartment.
Gojyo stood, watching in dismay as the lithe blonde disappeared down the hallway and out of sight. How could he have been so stupid as to have forgotten about the gun? He should’ve been expecting the shot to come, or at least to have been threatened.
Groaning, Gojyo hit his head against the wood of his open door, letting it rest there as the adrenaline began to slowly ebb from his system, leaving him tired and still a little horny. Maybe he was just a masochist at heart, but a livid Sanzo was a stunning Sanzo.
He just hoped that the man didn’t kill himself out on the roads, or anyone else. That would be way more trouble than it was worth, and Gojyo didn’t want to be the one responsible for another death.
The redhead sighed, turning back to go inside the apartment. Luckily, no one would come to investigate the gunshot; it was all par for the course in his building.
But why did he seem to attract all the psychos? Was there some sort of sign above his head that said, ‘if you’re crazy, I’m willing’? Just once, once, he’d like to meet someone normal; but that didn’t look like it was ever going to happen.
Then again, normal was overrated…probably.
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