Sanzo's Night Out

Disclaimer- I don't own Saiyuki, I just like to play with them

I have to give my thanks to Guanyin-Kun for beta reading this. She gave me some ideas to take this in too. The title is her's too. If she didn't cheer me on, I don't know if I'd keep posting these. I hope you all like it. There are original characters in this, I hope you like them.

This is fic number 3 and the biggest one I have written. I've been working on the next couple of chapters all day. Enjoy and review! (Oh and read some of Guanyin-Kun's stuff, its really cute.)


START

Slumming

It had been a while.

Something just had to be done. It couldn't be helped, but Sanzo was just too above crawling back to Hakkai or Gojyo.

It had been so long and Sanzo had never expected that getting used to life without regular sex after having it would be so difficult.

Sanzo sucked at a cigarette and stared out the window from his room. How the hell did anybody keep a vow of chastity? Not that he'd ever signed up for such a thing, but when you looked on people who did day and night a person had to wonder.

Sanzo wiped at his forehead. He was bored. He didn't have much to do and Goku was getting under his skin.

The sun was going to start setting within a few hours and Sanzo had decided he was stepping out for the night.

He folded his robes neatly on the bed and pondered them for a moment. He was leaving them here, hiding the sutra here and tonight he wouldn't be leaving the temple as a Sanzo priest but instead as a man with a more personal mission. Sanzo turned his eyes to the new garments he had bought. He'd never tried to select clothing for how they looked on him before. His goal had always been to ignore the passes he received- and even discourage them with prejudice if he needed too. Just a few months ago he would have called you mad if you suggested he might want to deliberately attract them. Tonight was going to be different.

He pulled on the black denim jeans. They were just a little tight. He ran his hands along the strangely soft and resilient material. The feeling of it under his finger tips, how it would feel under someone else's fingertips slid through his mind. The jeans were low slung across his hips. He looked at himself in amazement at his own reflection, wearing just those pants.

Sanzo turned and watched himself run on hand up along the curve of his ass. The other ghosted across his own belly and he arched his back and looked at himself. Beautiful. No wonder Gojyo and Hakkai had wanted him. Would he have been able to keep his hands off him had the roles been reversed? Sanzo chuckled. He knew damn well why he drew a gaze wherever he went.

“Hot date tonight?”

Sanzo whirled around and glared at the boy who'd just cleared the doorway.

A paper fan smashed across the bridge of Goku's nose and bounced of into the room.

Goku cupped his nose into his hands and Sanzo watched him dance about in a little fit of pain.

“Don't you knock?” Sanzo hissed.

“Damn it Sanzo, what was that for?”

“For coming in here uninvited.”

“Sanzo! What the hell's been eating you lately?” This was muffled by Goku's clenched hands still holding his nose as if he were trying to keep it from falling off. Over large gold eyes stared up at Sanzo accusingly. “You've been really scary for a long time.”

Almost immediately Sanzo regretted his actions. He usually did right after he lost his temper with Goku. However, he could never, ever, allow Goku to know that.

So he just turned his back to Goku and said “Go away.”

“Why are you getting all dressed up? I've never seen you do that before.”

“........................”

“Ah, c'mon Sanzo, don't be like that! What gives?”

“I'm going out tonight.”

Goku's eyes lit up. “Where are we going? Should I be dressed up too?”

Sanzo whirled on him and grabbed the monkey by his shirt and hauled him nose to nose. “WE aren't going anywhere. I'M going out, alone, without you!”

“Sanzo!” Goku wailed.

“End of discussion.”

Sanzo released Goku. Undaunted, Goku simply sat himself in the nearest chair, his chin in his palm, and watched Sanzo slide into the black sleeveless shirt he had decided on. It was tight on him, and tended to ride up on his belly a little, leaving the delicate flesh of his belly exposed. He'd agonized about the thing, but decided if he was gonna do this, he was going all the way.

He turned back to the mirror, but his eyes were drawn to the stooping figure sitting behind him and watching him. In vain he tried to ignore it but Goku's eyes were causing a physical sensation across Sanzo's body. It was giving him the creeps.

“Stop staring at me, monkey boy.”

Goku grumbled. “Hey, if you're not taking me with you at least I can look at you before you go.”

Sanzo wasn't entirely sure what to say to that. He turned to face Goku, glaring. The boy was staring at him in open mouthed wonder.

“What?” he barked.

Goku smiled. “I've never seen you in regular clothes before, except your other jeans. You look awesome!”

For a fleeting moment, Sanzo smiled. Then the scowl returned and he turned back to the mirror for a moment.

“Why all black?”

“It compliments my hair.” Sanzo was striking when he wore dark colors that contrasted sharply with his light coloring.

Goku lowered his eyes and sighed. “Sanzo,” he said.

“What?”

“...........”

Goku was now staring blankly into a place in space about three feet in front of him. Sanzo reached over and slipped his hand into Goku's hair and gave his head a shake. Gold eyes rose up to meet his own. They held worry and sadness that Sanzo thought was either misplaced or unnecessary.

“Does me going out bother you that much?”

“No, it just, sometimes....” Goku struggled for words.

“If me dressing differently shuts you up maybe I should do it more often.”

Goku screwed his face up at that. “It's just that your so beautiful and maybe I'd like you to dress up like that for me?”

Sanzo stared at him and blinked a few times.

“Goku, what are you trying to say?”

Goku hugged his knees up to his chest and sat on the chair that way. “I don't know,” he said. “Forget I said anything.”

“Goku,” Sanzo said at length. “I'm going out tonight. I'll be back tomorrow. We'll talk about this then.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Goku grumbled and rose to leave. “Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out...”

Sanzo heard the last statement barely as Goku shut the door. Obviously Goku didn't approve. Sanzo had the sneaking suspicion that Goku knew what his intentions were. Every once in a while Goku said or did something that suggested he was far more perceptive and in tune with his surroundings and the people in them than he let on. He picked up on Sanzo's moods no matter how carefully he hid them. That strange mental link he shared with the monkey occasionally cut both ways.

Likewise, he was pretty sure Goku was aware of the late night activities he'd shared with the other two demons. Because Goku chose not to bring it up to any of them was probably more out of respect for their privacy than because he failed to pick up on it. Still, he'd made a few digs here and there that sent hackles up on all of them once in a while.

Sanzo shook his head and decided to put retribution for the comment on a shelf for later. He was pretty sure he'd pissed Goku off pretty good tonight. Sanzo sighed. He pulled on his boots (which looked entirely different without the robe.)


Demons Landing was the name of the place. Sanzo had seen it a couple of years ago and had noted its location even though, at the time, he never thought he'd need the information. It had a reputation, one that had built up again after the minus wave not longer came. Youkai and human alike frequented the place and it was a spot where the races often mingled.

Sanzo had never been there, or any place quite like it. He had heard about it, but most of his information tended to come from monks or local townspeople who weren't the best sources of information about such things. What had really made him remember it was something a friend of Gojyo's had said.

“That's one wild place if your looking for a good time... especially if you're a demon looking for a little human interaction...”

Or a human looking for some youkai interaction.

That wasn't the only thing that was attracting Sanzo there. The other was that it was located in exactly the opposite direction from Gojyo and Hakkai. It was not a routine haunt of Gojyo's as far as Sanzo knew. If Gojyo didn't haunt it, and it wasn't a library, then Hakkai probably wouldn't be there either. They tended to go to places who's emphasis was more on booze and cards anyway. From Sanzo's understanding, this place was more of a sex club than anything else.

Sanzo was used to wearing his robes even when it was really too hot out for them. Rarely did he venture out without at least the traditional undergarments on that only left his shoulders exposed. The air was chill against his skin and he felt strangely naked as he approached the stairwell that led to the Demon's Landing.
Thoughts of turning back flashed through his mind. There was a pink neon sign on the wall over the stairwell and it was the only immediately visible evidence of the place. It was in the bottom of a building. If one were not expressly looking for it, it would be easy to miss. If that friend of Gojyo's had never mentioned it, Sanzo probably would not have remembered seeing the sign nor would he have guessed at what it was. But he had, and since then, Sanzo had become more and more obsessed with checking the place out.

Sanzo stepped down into the stairwell. Was this the point of no return?


Sanzo put out this hand to the door handle at the bottom platform of the stairs. Before he could grip it, the door swung wide and a couple stumbled out. It almost crashed into him and sent him against the back wall. They were youkai- both, and neither wore any limiters. It was a testament to the changing times as they were in a very human neighborhood even if there were many youkai in the area. The female was laughing and hanging against here partner. The man looked like he could barely keep his balance on his own let alone walk straight with a woman clinging to his jacket. The smell of alcohol made Sanzo's nose twitch also awakened a craving he harbored.

When her eye fell on Sanzo, the lady's laughter trailed off into a croon and she directed her attention to him briefly. The man looked at him and chuckled. Sanzo watched as his eyes traveled the length of his body- up, down, and then back up again. The male demon smiled and started to speak to Sanzo. He was saying something stupid like “Hey their gorgeous...” He also started to reach for Sanzo and Sanzo barked out “If that hand touches me your gonna lose it.”

The smile faded away and the hand withdrew. The female giggled and looked from one of them to the other. “I don't think he'd gonna be any fun!”

Then the two were struggling their way up the steps. Sanzo could hear only enough of their comments to know they were about him and it irritated the hell out of him.

Sanzo gripped the door handle again and ripped it open. The irritation that the couple had caused pushed all hesitation aside and he veritably stormed into the place.
The first doorway opened into a short hallway. There was a youkai doorman manning the second set of double doors. Through the dim light and the small windows in the doors Sanzo could see a mix of bodies some distance away undulating on the dance floor. The doorman smiled at him as he approached and opened the door for him to enter.

Sanzo strode in and stopped several paces into the room. He scanned the place. As his eyes traveled from one corner of the place to the other, eyes turned toward him. The place was dank with smoke. The only sources of light were the neon pink fixtures that decorated the place, hung high by the ceiling, and the brighter lighting hidden behind the bar for the benefit of the barkeep. There was also some lighting angled toward the dance floor which dominated the place. The music was ridiculously loud, leading one to wonder what kind of sound proofing they must have to keep the din from permeating to the street.

The bar was off to the left, and before it were a few scattered tables. Along the right side of the establishment were poorly lit booths. Apparently some limited food items were available.

Human and youkai alike moved together on the dance floor. Sanzo felt each base note from the speakers hit him in the belly. Unconsciously, he smoothed his hands along his hips as he surveyed the place. On his heel, he turned his attention to the bar.

First he ordered a beer. Then he asked himself exactly what it was he thought he was doing here. He had to remind himself that he had dressed to attract these looks and he really shouldn't complain that he was getting them.

Sanzo turned his back to the bar and leaned against it. In addition to the obvious clothing required orgy on the dance floor, there were other goings on tucked into the corners of the club. There was an obvious taste for human flesh amongst the youkai, and the youkai most definitely outnumbered the much sought after humans. If one cared to, one could spend the whole night watching others having sex in public.

Sanzo's eye was drawn to a particularly round set of buttocks, showing white between the hem of his jacket and the top of his pants as they pumped into another body against the wall. Long legs wrapped around a strong waist and it made Sanzo shudder. Everywhere he looked people were dancing against each other in the most provocative ways. Sanzo had never seen anything quite like it.




Soshi saw the blond when he walked in. Everybody did. The collective thought inside the club had been one of “fresh meat.” It didn't look it to the casual observer, but the club housed something of a small community of people who collected here for the chance to intermingle with the other race. For the most part, new faces were immediately recognized. Word spread quickly when a drop dead gorgeous new comer came waltzing in. Usually, if people came in by accident they turned straight around and left. Almost never did anybody venture here alone for the first time. When this human beauty entered, and stayed, a murmur that was almost undetectable yet palpable ran through the regulars.

People began to egg each other on as to who would be the first to approach the cold beauty.

Soshi licked his lips and began to make his way toward the bar. He took the seat next to where Sanzo stood and ordered another drink. From the corner of his eye he sized the man up.

He was dressed in all black except for the chain around his neck. He leaned on his elbows against the bar and his shirt rode up in front, exposing a hard flat belly, navel and pronounced hips. If his pants rode just a little lower Soshi had an idea that he might be able to confirm if this was indeed a natural blond. The idea that that golden hair was only barely hidden proved more erotic than if he'd come in naked. Soshi found his eyes fixed to the curve of his belly where it dipped into the rise of this pants. Either he shaved, or he was naturally hairless. Soshi could see the start of that v shape that marked his pelvis. Mouth- watering.

His eyes were the most fabulous shade of violet, a color uncommon in humans. They struck Soshi as youkai, although in every other way this was obviously a human. Humans had a hard time sensing youkai when they wore limiters, but demons rarely failed to recognize each other. There was definitely something extra here.

Soshi desperately wanted to smell the man but it was impossible in the enclosed stench of sweat and sex that permeated the place. From the corner of his eye he watched, looking for some sign as to how and if he should make a move. The man had a set in frown plastered across his delicate features that seemed to say he might be a tougher nut to crack than he looked. He certainly had brass balls coming here alone!

Aside from that there was no outward signs as to what his temperament or attitude were.

Soshi didn't have to wait long to see. It was not long before a member of the dance crowd detached from the dance floor and approached.

A young lithe youkai woman slunk up to the bar beside Sanzo, opposite from Soshi. Her ample bosom was mostly bare and probably the biggest part of her. Her hair was thick and long, dropping in tendrils almost to the floor. It framed her face, shoulders and waist. Her slender legs peeked out from a skirt split up one side to her belt. Her eyes were large and soft, and of a dark color common to youkai. She smiled warmly at the blond, obviously approaching him. Soshi knew her. She was the self proclaimed welcome wagon and often tried to approach the new people who straggled in first. She had varying success.

She settled up beside him and ordered herself a drink and then turned to the human. “May I buy you a drink?” she asked. Her voice seemed out of place and demur for such a place as this.

Violet eyes slid over to her for just a moment, and then returned to the spectacle that was Demons Landing.”Suit yourself,” he grumbled.

Soshi's heart did a flip flop. He had an unbelievably sensuous voice, even if he was being an incredible prick. Those two words, callously ground out at a woman who was being nothing but friendly told Soshi volumes.

Soshi tried not to chuckle aloud. This one might stir the place up- he hoped.

The welcome wagon's smile faltered for a moment before she turned and ordered. She retrieved the beer and planted herself directly into his gaze to hand it to him.

“Thanks,” he said and took the beer. His eyes never completely focused on the woman desperately trying to get his attention.

“Well,” she drawled, bouncing around in a way that most definitely drew Soshi's eyes, “You're new here, aren't you?”

The blond finally looked directly at her.

“What?”

“You're new here? I haven't seen you around before. I thought I'd like to be the first to come over and say hi!”

“Hi.”

His eyes resumed their unfocused glower over her head.

“Well, if you would like to meet....”

“Not interested.”

She chewed at her lip. “Well, maybe you'd like to join me on the dance floor? You look like you might now how to move...”

Sanzo barked at her in a way that said he was used to people obeying him, “I said, I am not interested. Go away.”

“But... but” she stammered.

His eyes did focus on her then and a truly sour look crossed his features. “Are you deaf or just stupid? I said leave-me-alone.” He leaned into her in a way that was no less than menacing. Soshi saw more than one form in the crowd turn its attention to the two. Blondy didn't seem to realize he was on her turf and she had friends.

“Stupid bitch,” he muttered and turned his back to her.

Soshi had to suck in air on that one. The girl had done no thing to afford such treatment. Her eyes teared up and Soshi had to turn to gawk at the scene despite trying to pretend he wasn't really paying attention. She sniffed back the tears, turned and disappeared back into the woodwork.

Soshi couldn't help the grin and burgeoning laughter threatening to escape him. He'd never seen someone so mean to the welcome wagon before. She really was a nice girl. He had to rest his head in his arms and just try not to laugh too hard.

Soshi could feel eyes boring into the back of his head. He turned slowly to look into a dazzling set of angry drooping eyes. He choked on his beer for a moment.

“Do you have something to add?” he asked cryptically.

Soshi shook his head quickly. “Nope, nothing from me.” But he kept giggling.

“Maybe you should mind your business,” the blond said. “You'll live longer.”

Soshi almost made a second pass at choking himself on his beer.

“Okay,” he said, “I KNOW its not my business, but why exactly are you here if you don't want anybody to approach you? I mean really,” Soshi gestured broadly towards the greater establishment. “Look around, this is a social place and you were just rude to the welcome wagon.”

The unfocused gaze had returned, but Soshi could detect a slight smile under it that hadn't been there before.

“You didn't have to accept the beer and then dis her like that.”

“I thought you had nothing to add. She asked if she could buy me one. I didn't tell her I wanted one. Doesn't mean I have to talk to her.”

“You didn't tell her you didn't either.”

“Feh,” he snorted. “Baka bitch couldn't take a hint.”

In the charm department, he man's attitude left much to be desired, but Soshi saw it as a challenge. Something about him seemed familiar, although Soshi had a hard time imagining he could forget such a creature as this.

“You don't like people, do you.”

“Feh.”

Soshi fell silent. Sanzo turned and leaned over the bar to get the bar-keep's attention. Soshi's eye fell to the place on his back where the little rise of his tail-bone peeked up over the rim of his pants. It took Soshi a moment to realize he was staring and a moment more to realize the man was returning his gaze.

The only hint that maybe Soshi had a shot at this one was an absence of malice in that gaze.

He ordered a shot of whiskey.

“If I buy you that whiskey, I will expect you to talk to me.”

“Is that so,” he said. “What makes you think I want to talk to you?”

“You haven't told me not to.”

“How perceptive of you.”

“You always so friendly?”

“Are you suggesting that I'm not friendly?” Soshi decided not to comment. Instead, he just shrugged. Anything he said to that might land him in hot water.

When the whiskey came, Soshi paid for it. Sanzo made no protest. Instead, finally, he took a seat.

“So, what is your name?”

“Gojyo.”

Soshi had to bite his own lip. “Gojyo,” he repeated. He was trying very hard not to smile.
“I'm Soshi.”

Sanzo downed his whiskey.

“Heavy hitter, eh?”

Sanzo sniffed, “This is nothing.”

“Good, I like a man who can hold his booze.”

“I don't see you drinking anything hard.”

“I pace myself.”

“Pretty pathetic pace.”
“Pretty pathetic place.” (Is this second line supposed to be in here?)

“Heh, you said it.”

Another round was ordered.

“Hey, Gojyo,” Soshi said at length. “You want to spice things up a bit?” He produced from his pocket a small vial of pills. Sanzo eyes them skeptically.

“What are those?”

Soshi smiled, “A little something designed to make the evening more colorful.”

Sanzo glanced around at the garish lighting, “This isn't colorful enough?”

“Well, maybe its a little something to make you more colorful.”

“Why in hell would I want that?”

Soshi shrugged. “I think you need to loosen up a little more.”

“Now I know your up to no good.”

“I'm never up to any good.”

“Thought so.”

“Will you try them?”

Sanzo eyed the vial again. “Those are some kind of date rape drug, aren't they.”

Soshi smiled, “Of coarse!”

Sanzo smiled back. “What the hell.”

“Open your mouth.”

Half wondering if he was going to get his fingers bit off Soshi brought a pill up to Sanzo's mouth. The blond hesitated, and then slowly stuck his tongue out. Soshi carefully placed the pill on his tongue and watched it go into his mouth. The whole process made Soshi's pants tighter.

That violet gaze was narrowing across Soshi's features. “You too.”

Soshi popped a pill. He saved them for special moments. He didn't waste them and he couldn't wait to see what was going to happen.

Another round downed, another round ordered. Sanzo was getting drunk.

Then, the welcome wagon came back. She pointed at Sanzo, accusingly and said “That's him.”

Uh-oh.

A very large bullish youkai stomped up and planted himself before Sanzo.

“This little pip-squeak?”

“Yeah, he was very mean to me!”

glaring eyes turned up to the youkai and Sanzo went to reach into his robes for his gun. That's about when he remembered he wasn't in his robes and his gun still was. He swallowed the whiskey taste that threatened the back of his throat. He stood up.

Standing before the very large youkai Sanzo looked pretty puny.

“Were you mean to the lady?”

“So what if I was? What are you going to do about it?”

“Um, Gojyo,” Soshi was whispering at him.

Angry eyes turned to Soshi, “Stay out of this.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I'm gonna make you apologize.”

“Eat shit, I refuse,” Sanzo said and made as if to skirt around the youkai and leave.

Faster than one would think he was capable, the large youkai had Sanzo by the throat. Soshi bounced up in an instant. He could see the priest's feet were not all the way on the floor any more. Another inch and Sanzo would be dangling.

“Um, Hulk man,” Soshi said to the large youkai. Like so many others here, Soshi knew him. “I think you've made your point. Why don't you put the puny human down?”

Sanzo gagged something out that sounded like “I don't need help” but it was hard to say.

Hulk looked at Soshi. “Why? I like beating up arrogant humans.”

“I know, its fun but if you beat this one up then I don't have any chance of getting laid tonight.”

A gurgle of protest issued forth but the youkai ignored it. Soshi could see those violet eyes glaring daggers at him even as the man asphyxiated.

“Why should I care?”

“Because, if you put him down, I'll buy you and the lady another round?”

The youkai appeared to mull this over and seemed in no way tiring from hanging Sanzo even as he kicked and twisted. Soshi had to get him released soon because he didn't look like he was going to last long. He was turning colors.

“Nope,” he said, and lifted Sanzo off the ground completely..

“Okay, okay,” Soshi said. “Put him down and I'll make a deal with you! But I'm not making any deals if you kill him!”

“No way!” the welcome wagon chimed in. “Why should the Hulk get a deal when I'm the one he hurt?”

Soshi hissed at her. “Okay, I'll cut you in too, but for all that's holy put him down!”

Sanzo was unceremoniously dumped to his feet. He crumpled down to his hands and knees and fought to suck in lungful of air. Soshi was somewhat convinced that he'd still be there when he got back and he took the two aside to make a deal.

He almost lost sight of the prize and had to hunt him down before he escaped the club.

Sanzo was making headway toward the door at an alarming rate when Soshi caught up with him.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Home,” came a curt, if rather horse reply.

“Hey, I just saved your ass there, and it cost me too!”

“Fuck you.”

“Hey,” Soshi grabbed his arm as he whirled to leave, “You owe me!”

Sanzo spun, “I don't owe you shit. Don't touch me.”

“Okay, well, fine, but don't leave!”

“Why not?”

“At least give me your number.”
Sanzo glared at him. “No.”

“God damn it, one more drink then!”

Sanzo stopped. “You buying?”

“Yeah.”

“One more, then I leave.”

Soshi drew him to a booth in the corner. He sat him down and didn't take his eyes off him as he ordered the drinks. The Hulk waved to him from another corner and Soshi had to laugh at the absolutely contemptuous look he shot back. He snarled openly at the massive youkai. No fear in that one. Even dangling by his neck didn't take the fight out of him.

Soshi slid into the booth.

“You better stop unless you want to go for another dangle.”

“You made a deal with him? What kind of a deal?”

Soshi chuckled. “Lets just say I do a lot of business around this club. I've got connections.”

Sanzo lifted one eyebrow at that. “Hmph.”

Sanzo turned his attention toward his whiskey. He sipped at it and it was the first one he hadn't simply downed in one shot. He held the amber liquid up to the light and watched as the colored lighting refracted through it.

“Pretty,” he murmured. Soshi smiled. He slid a little closer to the beauty.

“I did save your ass there.”

Sanzo turned to him. “What makes you think I needed saving.”

Soshi tentatively brought his hand up and ran it along the line of Sanzo's neck. “He had you hanging from the neck man, or don't you remember?”

Soshi could tell that there would be finger prints bruised into that beautiful throat soon. They were already starting to form.

Sanzo shuddered. “I hate it when they do that.”

Soshi laughed, “Do you get hung often?”

“More than I care to admit.”
“God damn, man, you don't learn easy, do you?”

“I usually have my gun.”

“Good for me you don't tonight!”

“Why's that?”

“We wouldn't be able to sit here if you did.”

Sanzo laughed. It was a good sound.

Soshi leaned in and whispered into his ear. “Don't you want to sit with me, Gojyo?”

Sanzo closed his eyes. “Yes,” he reached up to the oh-so close face and brushed his lips against Soshi's. “I want to sit with you.” A thrill ran from the back of his neck to his groin and back up again. He finally got an idea what he smelled like.

Soshi was feeling the effects of the drug too, but he was used to it. He'd also had far less alcohol. He paced himself. Sanzo, hadn't.

Sanzo's hands began to move on their own. He found himself suddenly very fascinated with the zipper on Soshi's leather jacket. He had a zipper pull in the shape of a snake. Soshi traced his hands along Sanzo's shoulders. Sanzo shuddered and moaned lightly.

Oh yes, the drug was beginning to work. Had he touched this creature an hour ago he would assuredly have been bitten.

“Don't you want to thank me?”

Sanzo glared up, the zipper pull forgotten. He was going to say “for what” but he became immediately fascinated with Soshi's short, spiky, black hair. He put his fingers in it.. Soshi giggled and pulled Sanzo in.

Then his pointed youkai ears were the next object of Sanzo's attention. Sanzo squirmed around until he was straddling Soshi's lap in the booth. Soshi wore three studs in each ear and Sanzo was examining each one. While he did, Soshi took the opportunity to explore Sanzo's body a little.

The exposed skin above his pants line was every bit as soft as Soshi had hoped. He ran his hands up the spine, pushing the tank up. Sanzo arched his back and moaned again. He was supple in Soshi's hands.

“I love your earrings,” Sanzo purred.

“I love your body,” Soshi purred back.

Sanzo stared at him and Soshi thought things were going to go south for a few heartbeats.

“I love you too!” he said and planted a kiss into Soshi's mouth that took him by surprise.

“You've never taken ecstasy before, have you?” Soshi said.

Sanzo pulled away and blinked several times. “Ecstasy?”

“Yeah,” Soshi said haltingly, “the pill you took?”

Sanzo looked confused for a few moments.

“You do remember, it wasn't long ago...”

“That was ecstasy.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh shit.”

Then Sanzo was devouring Soshi's mouth. “I don't care,” Sanzo said. “I came out here to get laid tonight anyway.”

Soshi had to laugh. The stuff acts like a truth serum sometimes.

“So I was getting laid tonight regardless?”

“I want you to fuck me,” Sanzo purred.

“I guess so,” Soshi said. Sanzo was grounding his pelvis into Soshi's. Soshi's found himself repeating a mantra in his head that went something like: thank god he's an uke, where is the lube? Thank god he's an uke, where the fuck are my condoms?

Kissing, mouth tongues, lips all moved together. Soshi shrugged out of his jacket and tried to find the correct items. It was difficult with the human riding his lap and trying to command his mouth. Finally he just opened up and let Sanzo explore inside as he wanted.

“Youkai,” Sanzo murmured into Soshi's mouth, “why the fuck youkai?”

“Hmm?” was all Soshi could manage back.

“I hate youkai,” Sanzo said, pulling back from Soshi.

Soshi stared at him, his face hardening. “So why are you here?”

Sanzo's mouth had a plumped swollen look now that hadn't been there before. His hair was tousled. He looked positively fuckable, even as he said he hated Soshi's race.
“Because the only people who have ever been able to fuck me properly have been youkai.”

The peel of laughter that came from Soshi then was loud enough to be heard over the music. They had observers, but more people took note of the couple.

“You want to be fucked good and proper? Then I guess I'll have to oblige!”

Soshi pulled apart the buttons that held the jeans together. He had to sit Sanzo back into the booth seat to peel the jeans off enough to expose him. The hair that had been so cruelly hidden was just beneath the hem like Soshi had thought. The hair was a little darker than the golden locks on his head but he was most definitely a natural blond. When Soshi took his cock in his hands Sanzo whimpered a moment and began to thrust lightly. Sanzo waited impatiently while he watched Soshi wriggle his own pants down under his bottom.

“Gojyo,” he said, “Get one leg out of your pants and climb back up here.”

Sanzo took a moment and complied. One lonely boot was set on the seat next to Soshi and he had a lap full again. This time, their cocks were loose and rubbing together. Soshi held them together in his hands while Sanzo moved against him, creating an intense friction. He guided Sanzo's hands down and urged him to do the same. Then he reached around and started to explore the entrance to Sanzo's body. Sanzo did something like a hiccup and bounced when Soshi found his mark and poked the tip of his finger inside.

He reached for the bottle he'd retrieved earlier and applied it to his fingers behind Sanzo's back. Then he began to massage it and spread it between Sanzo's tight buttocks.

“Gojyo,” Soshi said. He got no response for a moment and repeated the name more forcefully. “Gojyo, get the condoms and put them on us.”

Sanzo looked at him. “Why do I need to wear one?”

Soshi looked up at him, “As much as I'd like for you to come all over me, it kind of sucks to have to walk around a club that way.”

Sanzo looked around like he'd forgotten where they were. “Shit,” he said and started to dismount.

“Oh no you don't!” Soshi grabbed his hips and with youkai strength forced Sanzo to remain seated. “You're not gonna start this and not finish. You'll disappoint the audience.”

Sanzo glared around over his shoulders and located the ones who were obviously enjoying the show. He also remembered they weren't the only ones having sex in the room.

A lube slicked finger prodded his entrance again. Sanzo sucked in a drought of air and reached for the condoms.

He ripped open the packages and set about putting one on even as Soshi's fingers wormed their way farther into his body. He fumbled with them, finding it harder to put one on Soshi than himself and even harder with- distractions.

Finally, he had them on. When Soshi lifted his hips Sanzo gracefully allowed the other's member to poke up against his rim. Soshi hadn't really been able to prepare him too well and his cock stretched him painfully. Sanzo hissed air between his teeth.

“I don't want to hurt you, sweety,” Soshi said.

“You aren't going to hurt me. And I'm not sweet.”

Soshi laughed, “No, but you aren't, are you? But you know what, you're sweet to me.”

Sanzo deliberately impaled himself on Soshi, determined to prove he could handle it. Then, he gripped the hair at the back of Soshi's neck and rapped his head along the back of the booth with one quick jerk.

“Owe!” Soshi grumbled, “What was that for?”

“I like it rough, and I'm not sweet.”

“Bring it on, sweety.”

Sanzo rode Soshi. There wasn't much for Soshi to do, other than catch his kisses when they fell to him and play his hands along the beauty's body as he writhed. Sleek and toned muscles pulled and encased Soshi. The man was tight and the entry was almost as painful to Soshi as it had been to Sanzo. The feel of Sanzo's body hot around Soshi's length was undeniable.

Soshi grabbed the other's cock and massaged it rhythmically. The feel of his body's reaction was immediate to Soshi. The tight passage spasmed and it would not be long until Sanzo climaxed.

When he did he grabbed Soshi's shoulders and dug his nails in. The pain was enough to send Soshi over the edge. The two cried out loudly and most of the club heard.

Sanzo's mind had gone blank. Sounds and smells came back to him singly. It took a few moments for him to get his bearings again. He leaned over Soshi's shoulder, panting, catching his breath.

Soshi lifted him up long enough to withdraw. A small whimper of disappointment came from Sanzo.

“Sorry sweety, if I don't pull out now its gonna drip all over and make a mess.”

“That was the best sex I've ever had,” he moaned.

Soshi laughed, “Lets see if you still think so in the morning after the drugs and booze has worn off. You'll probably hate me then.”

Sanzo pulled back and glared anger at him.

“My god you blow hot and cold!” Soshi squeaked.

“How could you say that, after such a beautiful thing?”

“Maybe I'll only give you a half of one of those next time.”

Sanzo hugged Soshi close. “I love you, so much you're just too stupid to understand.”

Soshi nestled into Sanzo's neck. He allowed his fingers to find their way to Sanzo's opened body. The fingers slid in easily and Sanzo moaned again.

“I think I understand perfectly. I'm taking you home with me tonight.”

Sanzo nodded against Soshi's shoulder. “You going to make love to me again?”

“All night long, sweety.”

“Okay, you can call me sweety, so long as you're fucking me.”

Soshi laughed. “Get your pants on.”

Sanzo struggled into his pants, which was harder than it should have been considering he only got them half off to begin with. When Sanzo stood up, he was visibly shaky and Soshi couldn't tell how much of it was from the booze or the screwing.

Soshi stood up and there was scattered applause. He'd nailed the blond in full view of everybody and they were going to worship him for it for months. He smiled and bowed. Sanzo was looking about dazedly.

“Goddamn,” Soshi thought, “The drug is still kicking in!”

He came up beside Sanzo. When he put his arms around him he leaned into Soshi and Soshi found himself supporting most of his weight. Sanzo draped himself over Soshi. Soshi bit at his neck, sorry for the still forming bruises and finding himself a little angrier than he should have been at the hulk.

He also was feeling madly in love with his latest conquest and he knew it was the drug working in him too. It did so much to dis-inhibit and heighten such experiences. He'd never seen it make someone so wobbly before, though. He was starting to feel alarmed at how much it was affecting his new lover.

After several wobbly steps Soshi sighed, bent and scooped up the blond in his arms. He carried the man towards the door, much to the delight of the whooping crowd. It was going to be miserable lugging his dead weight all the way home. Lucky that wasn't too far and Soshi could handle it. Sanzo sighed lightly in his arms, his eyes closed.

“Well, lets get you home then.”


END Chapter