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“Paying
For It”

By
darthelwig

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Rated
R for sexual situations and language.

I
do not own Saiyuki and, unfortunately, am not making any money off of this
story.

Sanzo
has a problem and needs some alone time, but it’s hard to come by.

Special
thanks to GhostHelwig for beta-ing my Saiyuki fics. Without her support, I would have LOTS more typos! lol

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If
asked, he would have said he was in a really bad mood.

What
he wouldn’t have said- to anyone- was the reason behind
the horribly sour mood that hovered over him like a cloud.

After
all, it was no one’s business if he had a problem of this nature. And he
sure as hell wouldn’t trust either of those three not to use the
information against him in some nefarious way.

So
he adjusted his robes to better conceal the embarrassing tent that had erected
itself in his lap and cursed fate for making him a priest who still possessed a
hot-blooded, passionate nature.

He
wasn’t normally so… shy… about his body, but the very thought of the ammunition
this would place in the hands of his trio of companions was enough to piss him
off royally. He would rather die than expose himself, as it were, to that kind
of harassment.

He
gritted his teeth and forced himself to sit through the chaos that had become
their evening meal. At least the idiots traveling with him had apparently
decided it was too risky to try pissing him off in his current state of mental
instability. Even Goku had recognized Sanzo’s ill mood and the danger that
represented to his continuing good health and wisely left the priest alone.

It
was the only thing that kept him from blowing the brains out of all three of
them.

What
he really needed, he decided, was a chance to escape and find some nice, quiet,
isolated place where he could take care of the problem. It was something
he’d done before many times, not without a certain amount of disgust for the
entire process, but being stuck with these three nosy idiots made taking the
situation in hand a bit of a challenge, even for him. There were only so
many excuses one could use for making yourself scarce when you were talking to
people who knew you so well, and while most of them would fool Goku easily,
Hakkai and Gojyo were another story. They would definitely know
something was up, and he didn’t want them figuring out just what that
something was.

But
his crossed legs and loose robes were only enough to hide his somewhat
less-than-little problem while he was seated. Soon the meal would be over and
he would be forced to face the dilemma of getting safely upstairs without
revealing more of himself than he was completely
comfortable with. He could see no way around their normal retreat upstairs
without appearing suspicious, so he decided that he would have to find a
solution before that subject even came up, especially since his problem
showed no signs of going away on its own anytime soon.

He
looked around surreptitiously, searching for an exit close at hand and not
finding one. Well, that eliminated the possibility of quietly slipping away
while the damn idiots were arguing. Not that he thought that plan would have
worked anyway. Hakkai had the most annoying habit of noticing everything.
He wouldn’t have gotten away for very long, certainly not long enough find a
suitable place and take care of his situation before they located him again.
And then there would be all the aggravating questions….

He
suppressed the frustrated growl that threatened to erupt from between his
tightly clenched teeth with a will of steel. Only a tiny vein throbbing in his
temple betrayed his growing irritation.

So
that plan was out of the question. What next?

His
eyes roamed over the room, taking in everything around him with a calculated,
practiced precision. His mind sorted through possible scenarios, discarding the
wilder ones almost immediately. He didn’t need anything too extreme.
Chances were that things would get out of hand and his plot would be ruined
anyway. No, the simplest ideas were always the best.

His
mind struck upon something and his eyes narrowed in contemplation. It was
wicked, but not totally uncalled for and should take care of this
problem quite nicely. He would have grinned had his face been able to form such
an expression with his teeth clenched so rigidly. As it was, it turned out more
like a grimace of pain.

He
pulled his gun and fired at a hulk of a man who sat across the room, shattering
the bottle of beer that was clenched in his meaty fist.

And
everything stopped. People froze in their seats, not daring to move. All
conversation had been brought to a complete halt. Even Goku and Gojyo had
stopped their arguing to stare at Sanzo in blank incomprehension, so when Sanzo
spoke his voice was clearly audible throughout the entire room, even as low and
hoarse as it was.

“Don’t
ever do that again,” he said, staring at the man with cold murder in his
eyes. The brute looked confused, but belligerent and he responded exactly
as Sanzo had intended him to. He rose to his feet with a mighty roar and
immediately approached the priest, fists at the ready. His friends came up
behind him, each one looking murderous. This was working out perfectly, and
Sanzo was tempted to smile once again, but he kept his face blank as the group
of big, burly meatheads made their way across the room. He remained seated, and
his apparent non-response to the big man’s threat enraged him even further.
People were starting to crowd away from the imminent fight, trying to reach
safety before blows were exchanged.

“All right!” Goku said behind him. “A fight!”
And without Sanzo even urging him on, he jumped at the group of thugs, fists flashing as he tore a swath right through them. Gojyo
wasn’t one to be left out of the fun and quickly made short work of the goon in
the lead, whose shirt was splattered with the remnants of his drink. Hakkai
stood as well, moving unconsciously towards Gojyo, ready to back him up if he
needed it. Not one of them looked Sanzo’s way and he was forgotten in the
general uproar around them.

This
was his chance, and he took it quickly, not looking back as he slipped out of
the room through the kitchen door. No one stopped him or even cast him a glance
as he made his way out the back door. They were all entranced by the fight that
was going on and which was now in full swing. Even the innkeeper just stood
there, wide eyes fixed on the combatants, too stunned by the amount of damage
that was occurring to his establishment to do anything.

Sanzo
smirked as he realized he was going to get away with it, after all.

He
emerged into the darkened alley behind the inn and immediately made his way to
safety. It didn’t take long for him to locate a suitable place behind an
abandoned building. It was dark enough to conceal his clandestine activities
well, and he sighed in relief. He didn’t waste any time, knowing that every
second counted when one was dealing with a situation this… delicate.

He
braced himself on the building with one hand while his other slipped deep into
his robes. It took a little maneuvering, but he finally managed to bring his problem
out into the open.

And
a short eternity later, he straightened his robes again and made his way
swiftly back the way he had come. He was amazed to realize that he could still
hear the sounds of fighting coming from the inn and someone trying to yell over
the din.

He
entered through the back door and cautiously advanced on the room he had just
escaped. The innkeeper was yelling at the participants now, screaming,
actually, about the damages his business had just incurred. And he was being
summarily ignored. Goku and Gojyo were having a lot of fun beating on their
opponents, and Hakkai was trying to calm the innkeeper down with little
success. The little man was clutching his chest as if he were in pain and
looking around himself with stunned incredulity.

Sanzo,
now completely relaxed, leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms in
front of him. He was a little amazed that no one had even noticed he was
missing, but he was more than willing to accept that bit of luck with open arms.
It saved him the trouble of having to shoot them for their annoying and uncomfortable
questions.

He
let them continue for a moment longer, and then decided enough was enough. He
wanted it ended now. The priest was getting tired and the idiots showed no
signs of stopping.

“Cut
it out,” he said, his voice cutting through the noise like a hot knife through
butter. Goku looked at him, obviously wanting more, but the hard look in
Sanzo’s eyes kept him from whining about it. He wasn’t that stupid.
Gojyo obviously had less of an instinct for self-preservation.

“We’re
just cleaning up your mess, you damn violent monk! You started
this whole thing!”

Sanzo
pulled out his gun and fired at a point almost a finger span from
Gojyo’s left ear. The crimson-haired womanizer instantly regretted his choice
of words, but didn’t back down. He glared right back at the high priest, daring
him to fire again, but he did release his victim from his chokehold. The
suddenly unsupported goon fell to the floor in a limp heap, twitching slightly.

“Jerk-off,”
Gojyo said, but his voice was once again its usual smooth, effortless, silky
tone. Sanzo’s eyes snapped up, narrowing suddenly, but Gojyo was already
turning away to nudge the man at his feet with one boot. He appeared amused by
his own handiwork and Sanzo chose not to respond. Gojyo didn’t know anything.
He was just being his usual, insulting, arrogant self.

“Well,
that was certainly entertaining,” Hakkai said in his typically mild manner. He
seemed pleased that everything was finally calming down again, and his normal
smile was laced with relief.

The
innkeeper was less than pleased, and he turned to point one short, pudgy finger
at Sanzo’s chest.

“You! This is your fault! You started this whole mess!” The
little man was shaking with rage, and Sanzo held up one hand in acquiescence.
His credit card appeared like magic from between his fingers.

“Put
it on my charge card,” he said, allowing a slow, satisfied smile to spread over
his face.

After
all, it had been well worth the cost.
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