Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ You Were Meant To Be Mine ❯ Testing Limits ( Chapter 17 )

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Sanzo takes a break to fetch some sake and order a sweet surprise for Layla from the inn's kitchen. While he's downstairs, Gojyo and Hakkai both warn him against doing anything that might hurt Layla. Sanzo returns to Layla determined to make their mutual "first time" everything it should be.

Anime/Manga: Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.02.2006 | Pages: 6 | Words: 5.9K | Visits: 256 | Status: Completed

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Testing Limits

The master there greeted him with proper respect.

"Sake," Sanzo said. "The best you've got."

The master hurried into the back of the inn. While he was gone, Sanzo smoked another cigarette and looked out into the dining room. Hakkai and Gojyo still sat at their table. A bottle of whisky in front of Gojyo was two thirds empty. Gojyo slouched in his chair like he didn't give a damn if he lived or died. Then Sanzo realized what didn't seem right. Goku. Where the hell was Goku? Abandoning any hope of discretion, Sanzo stormed into the dining room.

"Hey! You two! Where the hell is Goku?"

Hakkai shot him a look that was almost cold enough to stop him in his tracks. That only doubled Sanzo's fury. He stood across the table from Hakkai and Gojyo.

"Didn't I tell you to take the monkey to the arcade?"

Gojyo raised his head. His eyes were like chips of crimson ice. "Fuck you, Sanzo-sama. You got him out of his cage. He's your problem."

Sanzo looked at Hakkai. "I can see he's about as useful as ever. Do you have any idea where Goku is?"

Hakkai looked away. "When it became obvious that you were 'occupied,' I persuaded Goku to go and take an after dinner nap in our room. I believe that's where he is at the moment."

The aloof disdain in Hakkai's tone made Sanzo want to lash out. He dropped his cigarette and ground it under his heel.

"I'm overjoyed to see somebody around here has at least some sense."

"Sanzo." Gojyo straightened up out of his slouch, then rose to his full height, forcing Sanzo to look up at him. "If you hurt Layla, nothing in Heaven or on earth will stop me from killing you."

"Shut up and sit down, you stupid fucking cockroach. Don't make threats you have no hope of fulfilling."

Gojyo shot forward, catching Sanzo's wrists and forcing both up behind his back. He glared down at Sanzo, who abruptly realized that Gojyo was stone cold sober.

"I mean it," Gojyo said. "You treat her like anything but the treasure she is, and I will gladly rot in hell forever just for the privilege of tearing you apart."

"Back off," Sanzo snapped. "Or I'll see to it what happens to you will make your childhood look like a blessing."

Gojyo's eyes narrowed. "Why are you down here? Why aren't you up there with her right now?"

"None of your fucking business."

"Tell me." Gojyo tightened his grip. "You won't make much of a lover with two broken arms."

Sanzo glared at Hakkai. "If this stupid fucking hanyo means anything to you, make him let me go."

Hakkai gave him a thin, cold smile. "I'm also waiting to hear your answer, Sanzo. And it had better be good."

Sanzo drew a long, shaky breath, then let it hiss out between his teeth. "Sake. I thought some sake would help her. You know, so it won't hurt as much."

Gojyo made a noise of disgust and released Sanzo with such force Sanzo fell into the chair behind him.

"You make me sick. Is that all you know about it? Get her drunk so she won't feel it?"

Sanzo stood up, his smile like the edge of a scythe. "You heard her, kappa. You know how good I can make her feel."

"Then go finish the job!" Gojyo grabbed his bottle of whisky in one hand and his jacket in the other and stormed out the inn's front door.

Sanzo was about to go back to the bar to collect the sake

when Hakkai stood up.

"He means it, Sanzo," Hakkai said quietly. "I've never seen him this upset. He's formed a very serious bond with Layla, the kind of bond that transcends lifetimes. If you really are as wise as you would have us believe, you will respect that."

Sanzo held Hakkai's cold emerald stare for a long moment. "Do you really think I could just use Layla and throw her away? Is that the kind of man you think I am?"

Hakkai nodded. "That is certainly the kind of man you want us to think you are."

"You're wrong."

"Prove it." Hakkai moved close enough to Sanzo to speak in a whisper and still be heard. "Do right by Layla, Sanzo. She has suffered agonies much like the ones we've all suffered. Don't add to her grief."

Sanzo pushed past him. In the bar, the master had the jug of sake waiting, along with two little cups.

"A special occasion, Sanzo-sama?" the master asked.

"Yes. I'm celebrating."

"Wonderful! Is there anything else I can get for you?"

Sanzo was about to shake his head, then paused. "Do you have anything sweet? I need a cake."

"How large, Sanzo-sama?"

"Not very. Enough for two people."

The master nodded. "How would you like it decorated?"

"Flowers. Something pretty."

"I believe the kitchen can provide you with just the thing."

"Good. Bring it up to my room in two hours."

"As you wish, Sanzo-sama."

Carrying the sake flask and the two cups, Sanzo took the stairs two at a time. As much as he hated to admit it, Gojyo's threats and Hakkai's warning could not be dismissed. Gojyo had developed a powerful attachment to Layla, and Hakkai wouldn't tolerate anyone or anything causing Gojyo grief. Sanzo would love nothing better than to shoot both of them, but what progress they'd made on the journey west had taught him he did need their help if he was to complete his mission. Once again he thought how fortunate it was that Layla had to leave their company tomorrow.

He opened the door to find Layla awake, standing by the open window brushing out her hair. She'd put on her other nightgown, the light blue one with the buttons like little silver roses. The moonlight streaming in through the window showed him the lines of her body through the sheer cotton cloth. She stared up at the moon. Its light shone down on her eyes, illuminating the blue and giving it a more brilliant shine. Sanzo realized he still stood in the open doorway, staring at her like some lovestruck fool.

"I was starting to worry."

Layla's voice startled Sanzo into motion. He set the sake flask and cups down on the nightstand beside the bed, then went to take her in his arms.

"Did you think I wasn't coming back?"

"No. I was just afraid something had happened." She held him, her arms tight around his waist, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. "Something always does."

"Here I am." He took her hand and led her back to the bed. He poured the sake into the cups and picked them up, holding one out to her.

"What's this?" she asked.

"I thought you might be thirsty."

"Tea would have been just fine."

"Tea is boring. I know, I've drunk gallons of it."

Layla took the cup from his hand. "Sanzo, is there something on your mind? Something I should know?"

Sanzo stroked her cheek. "All right, you've caught me. I'm going to get you drunk and ravish you. There, happy now?"

Layla's lips twitched. She burst out laughing.

"That's better." Sanzo raised his sake cup to her and drank.

Layla returned the toast and sipped at hers, wincing. "This is strong stuff!"

"Indeed it is." Sanzo refilled his cup and topped off hers.

Layla stared down into the little cup, then looked at him again. "Sanzo, the last time you wanted me to drink sake, you were up to something. Tell me what makes you think you need to get me drunk now."

Sanzo sighed. "I just want this to go easier for you, Layla." He looked away. When he spoke, his voice was so soft Layla had to lean closer to hear him. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Koryuu." Layla touched his cheek and turned his face back to hers. "You would never hurt me."

She drank, then held out her cup to him. Sanzo filled it. She drank again, then carried the little cup over to the windowsill and left it there. She came back to the bed and stretched out, arranging her hair on the pillows.

"Come here, Koryuu. Come and show me what Heaven really feels like."

Sanzo stood looking down at her. She was so beautiful. So kind and funny, so wise and loving.... Sanzo drank his sake and set the cup aside, then stripped off his clothing and lay down beside Layla. She turned onto her side, facing him, and laid her hand on his naked hip.

"Why are you dressed?" Sanzo asked softly.

Layla smiled. "Think of it as gift wrapping."

"More than a gift," he murmured, freeing the buttons and pushing the nightgown off her shoulders. "You are a treasure, Layla. A jewel. One of a kind."

"I could same the same of you," she leaned forward and kissed his lips, "Koryuu."

The sight of her like that, her breasts bare, her long hair loose, her eyes bright and cheeks flushed from the sake and something more.... The heat in Sanzo's blood turned to pure fire. More than the desire fast making him hard again, he felt a deeper warmth filling his heart. Layla was everything he could want in a woman.

He drew her into a kiss that went on and on, their tongues mingling, their hands searching out all those spots that made the other gasp and sigh and moan. Soon Layla lay panting beneath him, her nightgown gone. His arms around her, legs twined with hers, belly to belly and breast to breast, all that naked skin together in a body-length caress.... Sanzo slid his knee between hers and eased her thighs apart, then combed his fingers through the short silky curls there. Layla gasped, her hips jerking against his hand.

"Koryuu," she groaned. "You make me so hot inside, so hungry...."

He bent his head to her breast, coiling his tongue around her nipple, teasing it and nibbling at it until Layla's breath caught in her throat. Sanzo's fingers slid into her wet heat, seeking out that perfect pearl, rubbing it this way and that until he had her moaning and thrashing beneath him again.

"Koryuu!"

"Yes, koishii?"

"Please...."

"What do you want, koishii? Tell me."

"You, Koryuu. You, inside me...."

"Are you ready?"

Sanzo slipped one finger into her. She did seem more ready than she had been. He tried two fingers. A thickness within her barred the way. Layla stiffened in his arms.

"Shhhh." He kissed her, stroking that one perfect spot that made her arch her back and gasp. "You want a taste of Heaven, little dove?"

Layla's hands slid down his back to his buttocks, kneading them, digging her nails in as she pulled him tighter against her. Sanzo growled deep in his chest. Her longing for him made his cock throb in response. He rubbed the head of his cock against her, coating himself with her warm, thick honey. It was pure torture to move slowly, to press in just a little. Layla cried out.

"More!" She worked her hips against him. "Ah! I'm starving! I'm dying!"

Sanzo's blood was pure flame scorching his veins. With every thrust of her hips against his, he wanted to abandon himself to the need to plunge into her again and again. He withdrew a little, then surged back in. How could he distract her from the pain she must surely feel, given how hard he'd have to push to move all the way into her? He touched that tiny pearl and began to rub it, pressing harder, searching for that one particular spot that drove her insane. At the same time he covered her breast with kisses, teasing her nipple with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. Layla arched up against him. She brought her legs up to lock them around his waist. Another wail burst from her as her nails dug into his back.

"Now! Now now now now!

The way she moved beneath him stole his reason and the last of his control. Sanzo's hips flexed, pushing into her. The barrier held. He drew back and pushed again. Layla moved with him, drawing him into a rhythm that left him groaning against her throat. He held her tighter, shifting his weight, thrusting harder--

The thickness inside Layla gave way. Sanzo sank into her, so deep it left him shuddering and gasping from the exquisite pleasure. It was all he'd ever dreamed of, the slick velvet heat, the tightness, ecstasy so intense it bordered on pain....

"Koryuu!" Layla wailed. Tears spilled down her cheeks. "Now I'm yours. Yours."

"Mine." Sanzo kissed her, branding her lips with his, all of his senses drowning in her beauty and her joy.

***

When the knock came on the door to Sanzo's room, Sanzo and Layla lay wrapped around each other, cuddled close inside the fresh sheets and blankets of Sanzo's bed. Sanzo kissed Layla's forehead and slipped out of bed, pulling on his jeans and then his robes as he went to answer the door.

One of the older kitchen women stood there. Just behind her a young serving girl waited, carrying the tray that held the cake.

"Sanzo-sama?" the older woman said. "We've brought your cake. Please look and see if it is satisfactory."

Sanzo stepped out and closed the door behind him. He studied the little cake. It was big enough across to occupy a normal dinner plate. White frosting covered the top and sides. On top, in the center, sat a cluster of tiny rosebuds, pink and white and red and yellow. Tiny rose petals in all the same colors decorated the sides.

"It's lovely," Sanzo said. "Better than I had imagined."

The older woman beamed. "I am most happy to hear you say so, Sanzo-sama. I make the cakes here."

"You are a master of your craft."

The woman bowed. "The cake itself is chocolate. I hope that will please you, Sanzo-sama. You did not ask for a particular flavor, so I chose what most people like best."

Sanzo nodded. "Again, your mastery shows itself."

"If I might ask one question, Sanzo-sama?"

"What is it?"

"The master told me this is a special occasion. May I be permitted to ask what that occasion is?"

Normally Sanzo would have cut the woman off with a cold remark, punishing her for trespassing on his privacy. But tonight, just tonight, he was in too good a mood to bother.

"I have been reunited with someone very dear to me," Sanzo said. "I am celebrating the kindness of Heaven that brought us together once again."

The pastry chef's lip quivered. She dabbed at her eyes with her apron. "Tenkai bless you, Sanzo-sama." Her voice broke. "Thank you for blessing me with being part of your celebration."

Sanzo took the cake from the serving girl. "May Tenkai shower blessings on your house, mistress, for bringing me such an excellent cake."

With many bows, the older woman and the serving girl hurried back to the stairs. Moving carefully, Sanzo stepped back inside the room and closed the door behind him. He carried the cake over to the bed and put it on the nightstand, then lit the oil lamp that hung from the ceiling. It cast enough light to show him Layla propped up on one elbow, studying the cake.

"What is this?"

"It's for you." Sanzo pulled off his robes and laid them aside.

"Me?" Layla asked. "Why?"

Sanzo sat down on the bed, careful not to jostle the cake. "Because for the first time in longer than I can remember, I'm happy. I'm happy I met you." He kissed her cheek. "I'm happy to know I've found someone who shares my love of my master." He kissed her other cheek. "I'm happy to share the joy of making love for the first time with you, Layla." Taking her chin in his hand, he kissed her lips, a slow, sweet, lingering caress.

"Oh, Koryuu." She kissed his palm.

"Here." Sanzo broke off a piece of the cake. He held it to Layla's lips and she took a bite.

"Oooh! That's marvelous!"

She sat up, letting the blankets slip from her naked shoulders, and broke off a piece of cake so she could feed it to Sanzo. The taste of chocolate and rose petals filled his mouth. It was indeed a marvelous cake. They ate, laughing, getting frosting all over their hands and some on their faces. Sanzo was careful to keep some of the frosting so he could spread it all over Layla's breasts and indulge in the rare pleasure of licking it all off again.

Later, after they'd made love twice more, Sanzo held Layla while she slept curled up against his side. He'd had another reason for giving Layla a cake, a reason he would never be able to tell her. In his heart, this night marked a new union, a union he never thought he'd experience, with joy in such abundance like he'd never believed he could ever feel.