Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Never Let Go ❯ No More Distractions ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: kispexi2 
Sanzo knew he shouldn't have helped Goku with that particular problem.
Anime/Manga: Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.15.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 640 | Status: Work In Progress
Sanzo knew he shouldn't have helped Goku with that particular problem.
Anime/Manga: Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.15.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 640 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and its characters were created by Kazuya Minekura.
NO MORE DISTRACTIONS
“Goddammit!” Sanzo cursed the map he was studying.
Hakkai pulled Jeep to a halt and leaned over to take a look.
“Ah,” he nodded. “I see.”
“What?” Gojyo asked from his position on the back seat.
Hakkai turned and gave the kappa an apologetic smile.
“I'm afraid we have something of a problem-” he began.
“We've got two options,” Sanzo interrupted. “Both of them crappy. Either we stay in Jeep and take the long route or ...” - he looked up at the snow-covered peak ahead of them - “... we cross that on foot.”
“I'm all for slow and leisurely,” Gojyo declared, with a wink at Hakkai.
Although Sanzo resolutely ignored the wink, it made up his mind.
“Tough,” he snapped. “The long route could take weeks.”
“Sweets?” Goku asked blearily as he came to. He leant forward and laid a hand on Sanzo's shoulder. “Can I have yokan neri?”
“No, you can't!” Sanzo hissed. “And get your damn paw off me.”
Goku flinched. He sat back his seat and hugged his knees up to his chest.
“Aw, don't mind his lordship,” Gojyo advised loudly. “He's just being a stupid prick.”
Sanzo growled low in his throat but decided he didn't have bullets to waste on Gojyo. Instead he got out of the vehicle, slammed the door shut behind him and began striding off in the direction of the mountain.
“Hey, asshole! There are things to carry.”
“Sanzo! Sanzo! Wait for me!”
Sanzo kept on walking.
“Told you he was a stupid prick,” Gojyo yelled.
“ .. id prick,” the mountains echoed.
They were fucking right, Sanzo reflected, lighting up a cigarette. He was a stupid prick. Why the hell else would he have thought it a good idea to show Goku how to whack off - rather than simply whacking him round the head - when he caught him fumbling inexpertly with his dick that day? Sanzo should have known it would only encourage the bakasaru's stupid crush. Now the cretinous monkey felt entitled to touch Sanzo whenever the fancy took him, letting his hand linger, warm and possessive, on Sanzo's shoulder, his arm, his back ...
Sanzo shook himself and took a long calming drag on his cigarette. There was nothing to get excited about. It wasn't like Goku was gonna try jumping him.
“Is that an inn up there, near the top?” Goku asked, appearing suddenly at Sanzo's side, a heavy bag in each hand and a third slung over his back.
The kid was getting faster and stronger every day, Sanzo found himself thinking, adding 'and taller', as he glanced at Goku out of the corner of his eye.
Sanzo took another deep draw on his cigarette and flicked ash from the end.
“It is. And if you want to be staying there tonight, rather than camping out in the snow, I suggest you talk less and walk faster.”
Goku beamed at him. “Race ya!”
* * * * *
The western sky was tinged with pink by the time Sanzo made it to the inn. He was exhausted. The climb had been hard work. He couldn't control his chi like Hakkai and he had neither Gojyo's long legs nor Goku's indefatigable spirit. Every muscle in his body ached. All he wanted was a drink and sleep.
Gojyo and Hakkai had disappeared from view an hour ago. The bastards were probably trying to prove something - like how much of a jock Gojyo was, or that chain-smoking made a person unfit. Sanzo figured they must have already arrived at the inn, but when he entered the lobby, with a still freakishly energetic Goku in tow, they were nowhere to be seen.
“Oh dear, oh dear,” the innkeeper tutted, shaking his head when Sanzo asked for two singles. “I'm afraid I've only got one room left.”
Grinding his teeth, Sanzo followed the man upstairs.
The room the inn keeper showed him adequate. It only had one narrow single bed, but that was all Sanzo needed. The monkey could sleep on the floor.
“I'll take it,” Sanzo announced.
“I'm hungry,” Goku whined, at no-one in particular, as he leant against the open door.
“Me too,” Gojyo agreed, from across the hallway, turning to wink at Hakkai, as he too emerged from the room they were obviously sharing. “But I guess we'd better get the eating out of the way first.”
Retribution for the innuendo, via Sanzo's fan, was swift.
“What d'ya do that for?” Gojyo demanded, all feigned outrage.
Sanzo knew that Gojyo damn well knew what it was for and there was no way he was going to explain his anger; he was having enough trouble with Goku's headlong rush into puberty as it was. He pulled out his gun.
“Uh ... food is available in the bar,” the inn keeper offered, shrinking back a little.
Hakkai smiled politely at him. “Thank you. We'll be right down, won't we, Sanzo? Sanzo?”
Sanzo slipped his weapon back into his robes.
“Yeah,” he grunted, with a glare at Gojyo. “Keep that up, kappa, and you'll be dead.”
Gojyo smirked and wiggled his hips.
“Eat me.”
Goku, Sanzo noticed, was worryingly silent.
* * * * *
Unsurprisingly, the meal was a very basic one. You couldn't expect sophisticated cooking in a place as remote as this. Goku grumbled a little about the lack of meat, but he appreciated the sheer quantity of rice set before him by the smiling waitress.
Gojyo simply appreciated the waitress herself, his eyes roving unashamedly over her body.
“Tasty,” he grinned as she walked away. “Wouldn't mind a few helpings of that.”
Hakkai's chopsticks halted midway between his bowl and his mouth. The air around him seemed to chill, saving Sanzo the trouble of upbraiding the kappa himself.
“Aw, c'mon!” Gojyo wheedled, edging closer so that his thigh pressed up against Hakkai's. “You've gotta admit she's hot!”
Hakkai murmured a tight “Hmm” and went back to eating.
Inevitably Goku opened his mouth to speak; the monkey never could resist expressing his disgust at Gojyo's irrepressible libido. But then he seemed to think better of it and the accusation of perversion that Sanzo had come to rely on him for didn't come. Instead Goku looked from Gojyo to the girl and back again, his brow slightly furrowed, like he was trying to work out something important.
Sanzo's jaw clenched.
“I need a drink,” he declared, reaching for the bottle of rice wine standing in the middle of the table.
“You drink too much,” Goku told him.
Sanzo froze.
“Whoa! The monkey's grown a pair!” Gojyo chuckled whilst Hakkai gave a small nervous laugh.
Sanzo grabbed the wine bottle, kicked back his chair and stormed off.
Goku blinked. “Should I ...?” he began.
Hakkai shook his head. “He just needs some time.”
“Alone with his weapon,” Gojyo smirked.
* * * * *
When Goku came up to bed, Sanzo was sitting up in bed reading the paper, a large beaker of wine in one hand. He directed a fierce scowl at the monkey, daring him to utter a single word about his alcohol consumption. Goku said nothing but quickly got undressed and slid into the sleeping bag laid out on the floor. Within seconds, he was fast asleep.
Sanzo read a few more pages and finished his wine, then got up to switch off the light.
When he'd accepted the room, Sanzo hadn't thought it excessively small but, as he got back into bed, he had the eerie feeling that the walls were closing in on him.
Not that it would have mattered much if they had; they were paper thin. Sanzo could hear everything that was going on in the neighbouring room in disgusting, squelchy detail. Still, at least didn't know the couple involved; Gojyo and Hakkai's room was across the hall.
But somehow worse than all the groaning, moaning and sighing was the sound of Goku's breathing. He wasn't exactly snoring so much as breathing deeply, slow and contented, as if ...
Shit.
Sanzo rolled onto his front and buried his head under the pillow. The sounds from the next room grew more muted and, with a sigh of relief, Sanzo thought he might actually be able to get some sleep.
“Mmmm,” Goku murmured, swiftly disabusing him. “Mmmm.”
Great. The monkey was dreaming.
Sanzo pulled the bedclothes up over his head.
“..zo ...”
The single syllable shot through a sheet, three blankets and only the gods knew how many feathers straight into Sanzo's inner ear. He felt the membrane vibrate under its impact. How a sound so softly spoken could do that, was a fucking mystery. Sanzo groped for his fan.
“... up ...” Goku sighed. “Dow...”
He got a sharp thwack to the head.
“Wha'?” the monkey, battered into wakefulness, asked groggily. He sat up and looked around. Then the penny dropped. “HEY! No fair! You hit me! I was asleep an' you hit me!”
“Shut up,” Sanzo snapped. “I'm fed up with listening to your damn noise.”
From his position on the floor, Goku looked up, golden eyes clouded with confusion.
Sanzo felt the walls close in a little further still.
He pushed back his bedclothes and stood up.
“I'm going out for a smoke,” he announced, even if it was none of that bakasaru's goddamn business.
“Okay,” Goku replied uncertainly. “But if you're not gonna use the bed, can I have it?”
Sanzo narrowed his eyes. “You stay where you are ... unless you wanna be dead.”
And with that he stepped over Goku's sleeping mat, grabbed his pack of smokes from atop the chest of drawers and opened the bedroom door.
“Will you be long?” Goku asked.
Sanzo didn't answer. He just strode purposefully away down the hall to the stairs and the front door.
Outside, the air was cool and still.
Sanctuary.
Sanzo leant back against a wall and lit a cigarette. Smoked it, and lit another, wishing to hell he'd thought to pick up the wine bottle too before coming out. Pfft. It was probably empty anyway. He'd had several drinks after he'd left the bar, just to wash away the image of Gojyo carelessly pressing his leg up against Hakkai's. Actually, it wasn't so much that image that troubled the priest as the one that immediately sprang to his mind when he wondered what two men who touched so casually in public might do in private.
Hell, now he was picturing it again! Hakkai, face down, with Gojyo on top of him, panting, thrusting, whilst Hakkai ...
Shit. Sanzo really needed a drink. To wipe his mind clean of such thoughts or, at least, to render them too fuzzy to follow.
And to distract him from the growing tension in his groin.
You shouldn't drink so much.
Was that why ..? No. People might have been base enough to think it, but it hadn't been true.
Suddenly the cigarette in Sanzo's mouth tasted of ashes. He threw it to the ground and stamped it out, just as the veil of cloud that had been obscuring the moon was suddenly pulled aside, bathing everything in a soft, milky light.
That light.
It had been dazzling. Or at least, that was how Sanzo remembered it. But this light, Sanzo's light, was a lie. He might have answered a call like his master had, and taken a homeless kid under his wing, but in his heart, Sanzo was nothing like Koumyou. He only wished he were.
“Sanzo! Sanzo!”
His name, hissed urgently.
Sanzo looked up, trying to work out where it was coming from and above him saw a tousled brown head leaning out of a window.
“Sanzo! Are you ever comin' back to bed?”
Goku was calling him.
“Shut the hell up and go to sleep,” he hissed back. “We've got an early start in the morning. Anyone not ready gets left behind. I'm not going to put up with any more distractions.”
NO MORE DISTRACTIONS
“Goddammit!” Sanzo cursed the map he was studying.
Hakkai pulled Jeep to a halt and leaned over to take a look.
“Ah,” he nodded. “I see.”
“What?” Gojyo asked from his position on the back seat.
Hakkai turned and gave the kappa an apologetic smile.
“I'm afraid we have something of a problem-” he began.
“We've got two options,” Sanzo interrupted. “Both of them crappy. Either we stay in Jeep and take the long route or ...” - he looked up at the snow-covered peak ahead of them - “... we cross that on foot.”
“I'm all for slow and leisurely,” Gojyo declared, with a wink at Hakkai.
Although Sanzo resolutely ignored the wink, it made up his mind.
“Tough,” he snapped. “The long route could take weeks.”
“Sweets?” Goku asked blearily as he came to. He leant forward and laid a hand on Sanzo's shoulder. “Can I have yokan neri?”
“No, you can't!” Sanzo hissed. “And get your damn paw off me.”
Goku flinched. He sat back his seat and hugged his knees up to his chest.
“Aw, don't mind his lordship,” Gojyo advised loudly. “He's just being a stupid prick.”
Sanzo growled low in his throat but decided he didn't have bullets to waste on Gojyo. Instead he got out of the vehicle, slammed the door shut behind him and began striding off in the direction of the mountain.
“Hey, asshole! There are things to carry.”
“Sanzo! Sanzo! Wait for me!”
Sanzo kept on walking.
“Told you he was a stupid prick,” Gojyo yelled.
“ .. id prick,” the mountains echoed.
They were fucking right, Sanzo reflected, lighting up a cigarette. He was a stupid prick. Why the hell else would he have thought it a good idea to show Goku how to whack off - rather than simply whacking him round the head - when he caught him fumbling inexpertly with his dick that day? Sanzo should have known it would only encourage the bakasaru's stupid crush. Now the cretinous monkey felt entitled to touch Sanzo whenever the fancy took him, letting his hand linger, warm and possessive, on Sanzo's shoulder, his arm, his back ...
Sanzo shook himself and took a long calming drag on his cigarette. There was nothing to get excited about. It wasn't like Goku was gonna try jumping him.
“Is that an inn up there, near the top?” Goku asked, appearing suddenly at Sanzo's side, a heavy bag in each hand and a third slung over his back.
The kid was getting faster and stronger every day, Sanzo found himself thinking, adding 'and taller', as he glanced at Goku out of the corner of his eye.
Sanzo took another deep draw on his cigarette and flicked ash from the end.
“It is. And if you want to be staying there tonight, rather than camping out in the snow, I suggest you talk less and walk faster.”
Goku beamed at him. “Race ya!”
* * * * *
The western sky was tinged with pink by the time Sanzo made it to the inn. He was exhausted. The climb had been hard work. He couldn't control his chi like Hakkai and he had neither Gojyo's long legs nor Goku's indefatigable spirit. Every muscle in his body ached. All he wanted was a drink and sleep.
Gojyo and Hakkai had disappeared from view an hour ago. The bastards were probably trying to prove something - like how much of a jock Gojyo was, or that chain-smoking made a person unfit. Sanzo figured they must have already arrived at the inn, but when he entered the lobby, with a still freakishly energetic Goku in tow, they were nowhere to be seen.
“Oh dear, oh dear,” the innkeeper tutted, shaking his head when Sanzo asked for two singles. “I'm afraid I've only got one room left.”
Grinding his teeth, Sanzo followed the man upstairs.
The room the inn keeper showed him adequate. It only had one narrow single bed, but that was all Sanzo needed. The monkey could sleep on the floor.
“I'll take it,” Sanzo announced.
“I'm hungry,” Goku whined, at no-one in particular, as he leant against the open door.
“Me too,” Gojyo agreed, from across the hallway, turning to wink at Hakkai, as he too emerged from the room they were obviously sharing. “But I guess we'd better get the eating out of the way first.”
Retribution for the innuendo, via Sanzo's fan, was swift.
“What d'ya do that for?” Gojyo demanded, all feigned outrage.
Sanzo knew that Gojyo damn well knew what it was for and there was no way he was going to explain his anger; he was having enough trouble with Goku's headlong rush into puberty as it was. He pulled out his gun.
“Uh ... food is available in the bar,” the inn keeper offered, shrinking back a little.
Hakkai smiled politely at him. “Thank you. We'll be right down, won't we, Sanzo? Sanzo?”
Sanzo slipped his weapon back into his robes.
“Yeah,” he grunted, with a glare at Gojyo. “Keep that up, kappa, and you'll be dead.”
Gojyo smirked and wiggled his hips.
“Eat me.”
Goku, Sanzo noticed, was worryingly silent.
* * * * *
Unsurprisingly, the meal was a very basic one. You couldn't expect sophisticated cooking in a place as remote as this. Goku grumbled a little about the lack of meat, but he appreciated the sheer quantity of rice set before him by the smiling waitress.
Gojyo simply appreciated the waitress herself, his eyes roving unashamedly over her body.
“Tasty,” he grinned as she walked away. “Wouldn't mind a few helpings of that.”
Hakkai's chopsticks halted midway between his bowl and his mouth. The air around him seemed to chill, saving Sanzo the trouble of upbraiding the kappa himself.
“Aw, c'mon!” Gojyo wheedled, edging closer so that his thigh pressed up against Hakkai's. “You've gotta admit she's hot!”
Hakkai murmured a tight “Hmm” and went back to eating.
Inevitably Goku opened his mouth to speak; the monkey never could resist expressing his disgust at Gojyo's irrepressible libido. But then he seemed to think better of it and the accusation of perversion that Sanzo had come to rely on him for didn't come. Instead Goku looked from Gojyo to the girl and back again, his brow slightly furrowed, like he was trying to work out something important.
Sanzo's jaw clenched.
“I need a drink,” he declared, reaching for the bottle of rice wine standing in the middle of the table.
“You drink too much,” Goku told him.
Sanzo froze.
“Whoa! The monkey's grown a pair!” Gojyo chuckled whilst Hakkai gave a small nervous laugh.
Sanzo grabbed the wine bottle, kicked back his chair and stormed off.
Goku blinked. “Should I ...?” he began.
Hakkai shook his head. “He just needs some time.”
“Alone with his weapon,” Gojyo smirked.
* * * * *
When Goku came up to bed, Sanzo was sitting up in bed reading the paper, a large beaker of wine in one hand. He directed a fierce scowl at the monkey, daring him to utter a single word about his alcohol consumption. Goku said nothing but quickly got undressed and slid into the sleeping bag laid out on the floor. Within seconds, he was fast asleep.
Sanzo read a few more pages and finished his wine, then got up to switch off the light.
When he'd accepted the room, Sanzo hadn't thought it excessively small but, as he got back into bed, he had the eerie feeling that the walls were closing in on him.
Not that it would have mattered much if they had; they were paper thin. Sanzo could hear everything that was going on in the neighbouring room in disgusting, squelchy detail. Still, at least didn't know the couple involved; Gojyo and Hakkai's room was across the hall.
But somehow worse than all the groaning, moaning and sighing was the sound of Goku's breathing. He wasn't exactly snoring so much as breathing deeply, slow and contented, as if ...
Shit.
Sanzo rolled onto his front and buried his head under the pillow. The sounds from the next room grew more muted and, with a sigh of relief, Sanzo thought he might actually be able to get some sleep.
“Mmmm,” Goku murmured, swiftly disabusing him. “Mmmm.”
Great. The monkey was dreaming.
Sanzo pulled the bedclothes up over his head.
“..zo ...”
The single syllable shot through a sheet, three blankets and only the gods knew how many feathers straight into Sanzo's inner ear. He felt the membrane vibrate under its impact. How a sound so softly spoken could do that, was a fucking mystery. Sanzo groped for his fan.
“... up ...” Goku sighed. “Dow...”
He got a sharp thwack to the head.
“Wha'?” the monkey, battered into wakefulness, asked groggily. He sat up and looked around. Then the penny dropped. “HEY! No fair! You hit me! I was asleep an' you hit me!”
“Shut up,” Sanzo snapped. “I'm fed up with listening to your damn noise.”
From his position on the floor, Goku looked up, golden eyes clouded with confusion.
Sanzo felt the walls close in a little further still.
He pushed back his bedclothes and stood up.
“I'm going out for a smoke,” he announced, even if it was none of that bakasaru's goddamn business.
“Okay,” Goku replied uncertainly. “But if you're not gonna use the bed, can I have it?”
Sanzo narrowed his eyes. “You stay where you are ... unless you wanna be dead.”
And with that he stepped over Goku's sleeping mat, grabbed his pack of smokes from atop the chest of drawers and opened the bedroom door.
“Will you be long?” Goku asked.
Sanzo didn't answer. He just strode purposefully away down the hall to the stairs and the front door.
Outside, the air was cool and still.
Sanctuary.
Sanzo leant back against a wall and lit a cigarette. Smoked it, and lit another, wishing to hell he'd thought to pick up the wine bottle too before coming out. Pfft. It was probably empty anyway. He'd had several drinks after he'd left the bar, just to wash away the image of Gojyo carelessly pressing his leg up against Hakkai's. Actually, it wasn't so much that image that troubled the priest as the one that immediately sprang to his mind when he wondered what two men who touched so casually in public might do in private.
Hell, now he was picturing it again! Hakkai, face down, with Gojyo on top of him, panting, thrusting, whilst Hakkai ...
Shit. Sanzo really needed a drink. To wipe his mind clean of such thoughts or, at least, to render them too fuzzy to follow.
And to distract him from the growing tension in his groin.
You shouldn't drink so much.
Was that why ..? No. People might have been base enough to think it, but it hadn't been true.
Suddenly the cigarette in Sanzo's mouth tasted of ashes. He threw it to the ground and stamped it out, just as the veil of cloud that had been obscuring the moon was suddenly pulled aside, bathing everything in a soft, milky light.
That light.
It had been dazzling. Or at least, that was how Sanzo remembered it. But this light, Sanzo's light, was a lie. He might have answered a call like his master had, and taken a homeless kid under his wing, but in his heart, Sanzo was nothing like Koumyou. He only wished he were.
“Sanzo! Sanzo!”
His name, hissed urgently.
Sanzo looked up, trying to work out where it was coming from and above him saw a tousled brown head leaning out of a window.
“Sanzo! Are you ever comin' back to bed?”
Goku was calling him.
“Shut the hell up and go to sleep,” he hissed back. “We've got an early start in the morning. Anyone not ready gets left behind. I'm not going to put up with any more distractions.”