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Rockstar	By : Sephy Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Het - Male/Female Views: 1534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki, I do not make any money by posting this, and unfortunately, I don't own the characters in this story minus the OC. All I own is the concept to this work of fiction

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So here is the second chapter! I have to say, 16-year-old me had some interesting fetishes. This chapter is dedicated to my boyfriend, Devy, who inspired the first chapter back in the day, and was the one to harass me into revising and editing this despite the hours and hours it took to actually do so.
I don't own Saiyuki, which is probably good because it would've basically turned into Gojyo-porn. Which probably wouldn't be such a bad thing to those of you who are actually reading this crappy piece I call fanfiction. Enjoy!
THE SECOND TIME AROUND
It had been a particularly long and trying day for the group known as Sanzo Ikkou and on their westward journey, if they felt a day was particularly difficult, it was. They had decided to stop to get something to eat and relax a bit for the night, and were lucky enough to find the last 4 single rooms available in the whole town. The only place open at that hour was just a few buildings away from the inn, and Goku and Gojyo were already getting on Sanzo's last nerve. Not that the two of them didn't irritate him through most of the day anyway, but when he was tired and just trying to relax, he was especially irritable. Hakkai tried to keep the peace, like always, but even he was becoming a little impatient with the two.
Goku was stuffing his face with meat buns and Gojyo grabbed up a piece of chicken off of the demon's plate, instantly gaining his attention.
“Hey! You can't just take my food, asshole!”
“Yeah? You want it?” the redhead asked, shoving it into his mouth before Goku could even attempt to snatch it back from him.
“God, why do you always have to be such a jerk?!” Goku yelled, getting ready to shield the rest of his food from being food-napped.
“Don't know what you're talking about,” Gojyo taunted, grabbing up another piece of chicken that was slightly unguarded.
“Sanzo!” Goku pleaded with the priest, “tell Gojyo to cut it out!”
“You want it?” Gojyo teased, holding it just out of the seemingly younger demon's reach.
“Cut it out!” Goku asked, jumping to try and grab his precious food back, leaving a piece of beef out in the open to be grabbed up too, which it was.
Gojyo shoved both pieces of food into his mouth, giving a smile to Goku who looked like he either wanted to start to cry or punch him in the face, and this had been Sanzo's last straw.
“Damn it, Gojyo! Would you act like an adult for just once in your life?!”
And yet, the guy just couldn't seem to learn, “an adult? Hell, ask any girl I've been with that I'm-”
What was going to of course be some type of vulgar comment was cut short when Sanzo pulled out the paper fan that both Goku and Gojyo knew very well, and the blonde managed to whack him over the head with it a bit harder than normal.
“Ow, what the hell man?” not that he didn't deserve it entirely.
“Now, since you children can't learn not to embarrass me, I'm going to bed. I don't want to see or hear either of you until morning, and preferably, even then it would be great if the two of you could keep your damn mouths closed. I am so sick of your shit. Both of you.”
“Hey!” Goku defended himself, “what did I do?”
Gojyo couldn't help but laugh, putting on his serious face when Sanzo gave him a dirty look, raising the fan again, prepared to beat him senseless with it. And despite it being the least threatening name for a weapon, it actually did hurt. Hakkai just sighed, wanting to leave too so he could get some sleep, but not sure if it was a safe idea to leave the two who bickered like brothers alone in a room filled with things that could be broken. Which they would then have to pay for, and tomorrow would start off with Sanzo in a really lousy mood.
Gojyo tried to entertain himself until Goku was finished, saving his best friend from having to separate the two. Finally, they got ready to leave. No sooner had they walked out the door did they hear something that made their blood boil.
“Hey lady, you can't just wear something like that and then turn a guy down. You're just asking for it!” came the voice of an obviously drunk man who couldn't take no for an answer.
Never being one to leave a damsel in distress without protection, Gojyo's first reaction was to jump in. After all, he'd been the one to jump in without question even when Yaone had seemingly needed some help with a guy getting too rough. When Gojyo turned, though, he froze more out of shock than anything else. It was Angel.
Rather than back down at the insinuation, the girl who was much smaller than the guy she was talking to slapped him right across the face, and not a girly slap either. It really sounded like it hurt. The much smaller girl put her hands on her hips, defiantly staring him down. When Gojyo didn't jump in, Goku and Hakkai prepared to, not sure about what was stopping him, but the guy looked like he was almost defeated at that point.
“What the hell did you go and hit me for, you bitch?!”
“Oh, sorry. I thought we were making assumptions. You assumed because I wore a short skirt that I'll let anything with a dick get inside me, and I assumed because you talk like a big tough guy that you can take a slap from a little girl. My bad. Are we playing a different game now?”
The guy clearly couldn't take a hint of any kind, because he raised his hand to hit her back, but by that point, Gojyo had gotten out of his state of surprise and grabbed him by the wrist. Unfortunately, this damsel wasn't in distress, and didn't feel that she needed saving.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” she asked, this time directed at Gojyo, who was taken back by the question.
“I-”
“I'm not some little girl, and I don't need saving!”
The guy pulled away from Gojyo, shoving him, “hey, stay out of this, you asshole!”
Angel took a swing at the guy, hitting him square in the jaw, “don't fucking talk to him like that, pervert!”
And the three were completely confused, Gojyo more than anyone, as Angel walked away, leaving the guy grabbing at his face and stumbling around in his drunken stupor. Hakkai and Goku watched as Gojyo followed Angel, grabbing her by her arm and turning her around.
“Hey, what the hell, Angel! I was just trying to help!”
“I didn't ask for it. Thanks, I really appreciate you trying to be my hero, but I didn't need it. I could've handled the guy on my own. I'm sorry you had to get involved, and I'm sorry I yelled at you. That really wasn't your fight, though.”
Hakkai and Goku realized that Gojyo knew the girl, and approached the pair. Hakkai interrupted the conversation, “Gojyo, we're just gonna go head off to bed. Everything alright here?”
“Yeah, no problem. Just catching up with an old friend.”
“Okay,” Hakkai sounded very unsure but trusted that his friend knew what he was doing, despite the fact that he was probably going to be shot down by yet another girl and somehow be surprised about it.
Once the two were clear from earshot, Angel laughed a little, “so, Gojyo huh? Rockstar has a name. And a cute one, too.”
Gojyo wasn't sure what the change in attitude was about, but she didn't seem angry so he was happy to take it, “yeah, well I'm kinda getting attached to the whole Rockstar thing. But, ya know, whichever you want to scream out while I'm fucking you is fine by me.”
Angel grabbed him by the hand and they began walking in the direction of the inn, “while you fuck me, huh? So I take it you think that because you tried to rescue me that now you get to take his place between my legs, right?”
Not that he wanted to assume, but wouldn't that be the appropriate response? Well, no, normally this was the point where the woman would call him a pervert, slap him, or find some other creative way to shoot down the offer. Luckily for him, she didn't seem to be looking for a quick escape, so he didn't feel the need to worry.
“Yeah, isn't that how things work where you're from?”
“Honey, where I'm from girls like me don't have a place. We're raised all lady-like, we don't know how to drink whiskey or take strange men to our rooms, and we don't do half the things I'm going to do to you tonight.”
“Did I mention you're definitely my type of woman?”
“I think you did,” she laughed “but we're going to have to go to your room this time, because everywhere is booked solid.”
“Not a problem.”
By the time they got to the room he was staying in, Gojyo was already more than ready for whatever Angel had in store for him. He barely had time to close the door before she started dragging him by his shirt to the bed, her lips already pressed firmly against his. She didn't waste any time pushing her tongue between his lips, her hands undoing his belt and allowing him to unbutton her shirt. He effortlessly removed it, glad that she was wearing something that just buttoned up, and she broke their kiss long enough to remove his. She laid down, allowing him to crawl on top of her, his hand instantly finding its way under her bra while he began to grind their hips together.
She began to kiss him again, this time taking his lower lip into her mouth, sucking on it gently before biting it. It was a bit harder than he expected, and a jolt of pleasure and pain shot through it, and as she began to suck on it again, he could taste a little bit of blood. He didn't mind, and it turned him on a lot more than he'd have expected. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, but he wasn't sure if he should mention it.
“Could we...could we try something different this time?” he asked, standing back up.
Angel sat on the edge of the bed and tilted her head to the side trying to figure out what he had in mind, “like what?”
Some of the women he'd brought into bed had suggested it, but it was never something he'd wanted to do. He'd never trusted any of them enough to let them even attempt something like this, and he didn't know if he'd even like it. The idea had always sounded great, adding a little pain to his pleasure, but the idea of being so vulnerable scared him far too much to ever go through with it with some random woman he picked up in a bar.
“You ever dominated a man before?” he wasn't really sure how else to ask, other than to be completely blunt about it.
“Dominated? You mean, bondage?” she almost didn't seem comfortable with the question.
“Yeah, ya know, tie a guy up, have your way with him, tell him what to do?”
“Actually,” Angel suddenly didn't look comfortable and looked down at her lap “to be honest, I've only ever been with one other guy before you. No one since we last met.”
“Seriously? Cause last time, well, damn girl you sure knew what you were doing.”
“Yeah, because having an understanding of how to please a man makes a girl a total whore, right?”
“Nah, not what I mean at all. I just didn't expect that answer is all. That's okay, if you're not cool with it, we don't-”
“No. I'm not uncomfortable with it, I just don't know that I'd be all that good at it. I'd be happy to try, if that's what gets you off.”
Not really. To be fully honest with himself, he wasn't even sure he'd like it in the least. After all, for all he knew, it would bring back painful memories. Part of the reason he was afraid of any sort of real relationship was because of his childhood, the need for female companionship and not wanting to be hurt. The thought of allowing a woman to be in complete control, to dominate him, to abuse him, to have him unable to defend himself actually terrified him a little. Had this been any other woman, he'd never even allow the idea to cross his mind. When he'd brought a girl back to his room once and she'd suggested whipping him, he made her leave. After his mother had beaten him and battered him as a child just because she reminded him of the man who betrayed her, he was surprised he wasn't more damaged than he was. Hell, the woman had left scars on his face when she tried to kill him as a kid, and he still had nightmares of her standing there with the ax in front of him, pure hate in her eyes.
“Never tried it before, can't say I'll even like it, but I trust you,” and knowing that for some reason he was special enough to be one of the two men to ever be allowed to have her like this so far, that in itself made him feel safer.
“Alright, well then,” she stood, returning that attitude he loved so much about her “take your clothes off, Rockstar. Can't do much with them on, now can we?”
He smiled, instantly forgetting everything else but that very moment, and he complied. He dropped his clothes to the floor, and watched as Angel took a quick look around the room.
“Lay down on your back,” she ordered, finally finding what she was looking for.
He laid down and watched as she pulled a rope used to tie back the curtains off of the wall and walked back to him. He felt slightly uncomfortable as she grabbed both of his wrists, wrapping the rope around them and tying them to the wire headboard. She pulled his hands forward to make sure that he was secured, and then moved down so that she was straddling his hips.
“If you need me to stop, just say Kuma, okay?”
“Kuma?” he repeated the word.
“Yeah,” she smiled a little “that was the name of the tavern we met right outside of. It kinda just stuck in my mind.”
He found it a bit cute that she'd remember something like that, especially since he certainly didn't. He nodded, and waited for her to move on. She placed both of her hands on his shoulders and bent down, kissing him again, but this time she kissed him a lot more roughly than she had in the past. She was definitely in control of the kiss, and he allowed her to work his tongue around with her own, every now and then she would pull back slightly and give his lower lip another little bite, the taste of her mouth mixing with the taste of his own blood.
It turned him on a lot more than he'd have ever expected, and he was almost disappointed when she pulled away. He gave a little whine, and her hand immediately grabbed his jaw, not enough to hurt but enough to definitely get his attention.
“Have a problem with what I choose to do to you?” she asked firmly, obviously starting to really get into the roleplay concept.
Not wanting to make her stop, he just shook his head, and she was satisfied with the response so she turned his head to the side, taking his earlobe in her mouth next. She licked along the outside and then began to suck on his earlobe, dragging her teeth across it, and he felt himself getting very hard from the sensation. She did this for several seconds, moving her mouth to his neck. She licked right along the vein, causing him to shudder a little bit from the pleasure it gave him, and whether it was allowed or not, when she began sucking on his neck he let out a soft moan.
Angel didn't seem to mind, because she continued, sucking hard and scraping her teeth along the skin, and he moaned again when she moved her body, now directly sitting on top of his lap. She began to grind against him while she continued to suck on his neck, and he couldn't control his response to pull against the rope that was restraining him. He could feel through her panties that she was wet, and feeling her grind against his erection like that, knowing that she wanted him, that she wanted him inside of her, he suddenly hated feeling like he couldn't do anything about it.
She finished with his neck, moving down even more, and while it was killing him to not just flip her over and fuck her until she couldn't think straight, he was enjoying being teased. She began to do the same thing that she'd done to his neck right in the middle of his chest. She took her right hand and gave his left nipple a quick lick, moving her mouth back to the middle of his chest and began to gently squeeze his nipple. He felt it get hard under her touch, and he knew that she was leaving another mark on his body.
It was such a turn-on that she was marking him, leaving proof that she'd been there. He'd done it plenty of times himself, and he loved leaving them, but he'd never had a woman do the same thing to him. Suddenly he felt cheated for never having a woman leave anything on his body to show that, even if just for the night, he was hers.
She continued to move her hips, a little faster now, just grinding against him, letting him feel how wet she was for him. It felt so good, and yet it just wasn't enough for him. She moved down a little bit more, kissing her way down from his chest, down his stomach, and now closer to where he really wanted her to be.
Angel positioned herself between his legs, pushing them apart to make room for her body, and he watched as she took his dick in her hand, licking from the base to the tip, and she watched him while she did it. He bit his lip, trying to be patient, preparing for the feeling of her mouth surrounding him, but it didn't happen. Instead, she gave a smirk, and let go of him, instead moving her hands to between his thighs and ran her tongue on his thigh, down several inches from where his leg met his body, and then up to his hip.
He shivered, the feeling giving him goosebumps all over his body, and she began to lick and suck and gently nibble just where his thigh met his body, and up to his hip bone. She was absolutely torturing him. He didn't know how much longer he could take it anymore. He groaned, frustrated that she was doing this to him, and he realized he didn't think he liked this game anymore. She began dragging her nails down his side, down his thighs, and then he felt her shift, no part of her touching him anymore.
He looked back down to her and saw her sitting there, her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.
“Problem, Rockstar?”
“C'mon, Angel. There's only so much a guy can take,” he begged.
The smirk didn't leave her face as she lowered herself again, finally taking him into her mouth, giving him a good hard suck, licking up the precum that was proof of how much he wanted her, and then he felt the warmth of her mouth disappear. It was replaced by her hand, and she began stroking him, not enough to be more than more torture, but at least it was better than before. The saliva provided a nice lubricant so her hand glided easily, professionally twisting her wrist as she came close to the head.
She gave a light nibble on his thigh, and then did something he hadn't expected, which was something he rarely ever had gotten. Mindful of her teeth, she took one testicle at a time into her mouth, sucking gently and letting her tongue do most of the work. Moans and what sounded like attempted words left his throat and when she gave a pleased little laugh, the vibrations sent pleasure throughout his entire body. She continued to stroke him while she did this, and suddenly the frustration from before was completely forgotten.
It wasn't long though, before it once again just wasn't enough. He couldn't help but thrust his hips, completely instinctively, but apparently that wasn't allowed either. He felt both her mouth and her hand leave, and he whimpered as he looked down to her.
“You just gonna make me suffer? Damn, if I knew you were this mean I wouldn't have even suggested it.”
“Mean, huh? Is that what you think? I thought I was being pretty damn generous.”
He didn't really like the sound of that much, and liked it even less when she crawled off the bed and was standing next to it. Without so much as a warning, she flipped him over completely so he was laying on his stomach, and he was a little nervous about what she was planning on doing. She was surprisingly strong for a woman, and suddenly realized why the guy she'd slapped had reacted the way he did. It probably hurt like hell. She untied him and grabbed his sides, pulling him up so that he was on his knees.
“Hey, what do you think you're doing back there?” he asked, turning his head to watch what she was doing.
She pushed his face so that he was staring at the wall again, getting off the bed and grabbing something from the floor, “you're awfully mouthy there, Rockstar. I don't like it.”
He was a little nervous and when he heard a little cracking sound, he realized what she'd grabbed. She had found his belt and had just smacked her own hand with it as a warning. He was a cross between turned on and panicked, not sure if he should stop her or not. He felt the bed shift as she got back on it and pushed him forward so that he had to catch himself with the wall.
Gojyo flinched when he felt her get closer, and she noticed right away, “hey, if you're not okay with this, you can make me stop.”
He shook his head, at least wanting to push himself and give this a try. She took that as a go-ahead and he felt the belt meet with his ass, a stinging sensation causing him to give a little yelp. He clenched his jaw at the pain, but was surprised to actually feel a bit more turned-on than he was before.
“You gonna mouth off to me again?” she asked in a very firm tone.
“Maybe,” he challenged, suddenly okay with this, especially with the hot dark-haired woman in charge of the scenario.
He felt the belt meet his skin again, this time a bit harder, and he jumped from the contact. She switched sides and he felt the same stinging sensation again, this time he didn't jump or react to it like he had before.
“I said, are you going to be sassing me again, Rockstar?”
“No,” he hoped she couldn't practically hear the smirk on his face.
Another smack to his ass, this time harder than the times before, and heavens help him, it was making him so hard that he could feel the blood pulsing through his dick. Two more times, and she tried again.
“I wasn't convinced. So, you going to do what I tell you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” she asked him, giving him a hard smack that he was pretty sure was going to leave a welt, not that he cared at that point.
He thought for a minute about whether or not he was through with this, but his need to just fuck her senseless was overwhelming at that point, “yes ma'am.”
He heard her drop the belt and wasn't sure what she was going to do next, but she responded to that by wrapping her arms around his waist, one hand holding on to his hip and the other hand jerking him off. He steadied himself against the wall, loving the feeling of her hand gliding over him, his breathing getting harder as she picked the pace up, jerking him off at a pace he would set for himself if he were spending yet another night without a hot woman there with him.
Finally, he just couldn't take it anymore. He turned around, pushing her down in one fast move, and before he gave her enough time to react, he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off, nearly ripping them in the process.
“Sorry babe, I can't take this anymore.”
Angel squeaked as Gojyo haphazardly pushed her thighs apart, positioning himself without even so much as a thought towards whether she was ready or not, and pushed himself inside of her. Her back arched when he filled her, and he began immediately to slam in and out of her so fast that it caused her breath to catch in her throat. Unable to do much else, she grabbed his shoulders and wrapped one of her legs around his waist, moaning loudly when he went deeper inside of her.
Gojyo was breathing heavily, fucking her so hard and so fast that even when she tried to moan, it came out sounding like whimpers of pleasure. Normally, he would've made sure that he waited until he knew she was finished or close to being finished, but after she had practically tortured him, he didn't think he could last that long and he didn't really care. Placing his head on her shoulder, he moaned, feeling himself getting so close, sweat completely covering his body, his hair clinging to his face and back.
She was so tight, so hot, so wet. All for him. And her nails were digging into his back, her teeth into his shoulder, and she was moaning so loudly that it was more than he could take. Just when he was about to cum he felt her bite down a little harder, her legs pulling his hips closer to her body, and he came just when he felt her tighten around him. He rode her through their orgasms, his entire body feeling the waves of complete pleasure, and he moaned against her shoulder.
He gave a few small thrusts as he finished himself off, feeling her legs fall to the bed as she submitted defeat to her body. Breathing heavily he collapsed next to her, not even able to move after such an intense orgasm. He didn't even have the strength or the will to pull out of her until his breathing finally returned to almost normal. Once he did, he only managed to turn over so that he was laying on his back.
The pair just laid there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to let reality catch up to them and allow their heart rates and breathing to go back down. Angel could barely even speak for almost a full few minutes.
“Damn,” she panted, still trying to catch her breath.
“Yeah, damn,” he repeated, reaching over the side of the bed and returning with his cigarettes and a lighter.
He remembered their first meeting and what she had said when he first spoke to her, so he lit a cigarette up and handed it to her, lighting one for himself once she took it. Gojyo closed his eyes, the smell of sex and cigarette smoke heavy in the air, and he felt his entire body buzzing from the feeling of complete and utter contentment.
Once he was done with his cigarette he stood, walking towards the bathroom, nearly stumbling on the way there. He showered and when he returned he found Angel completely dressed and sitting on the foot of the bed.
“Well aren't you a hottie after you shower?” she eyed him up and down, wearing nothing but sweatpants, his long hair still wet from the shower and now a bit of a smile on his face.
“I'm always hot,” he gave a little wink as he threw the towel on the floor.
“Well hey, it's been another fun night. We'll have to try that again if we meet up at some point.”
Angel walked towards the door and was in the process of opening it when she felt Gojyo's hands reach around her waist, “you know, if you don't have a room for the night, you could always sleep here. I don't usually let women stay over night, but I can make an exception for a sexy girl like you.”
He kissed her neck, silently hoping that she would agree to stay, loving the way it felt when he touched her, wanting to fall asleep holding her. He didn't know why, since that wasn't really his thing, but for this girl, he could make an exception.
She was smiling when she turned around, kissing him and then looking him in the eyes, “sweetheart, if I stay here in this room with you, I can promise you that neither of us are going to be getting any sleep.”
Gojyo felt disappointment and a small amount of hurt when she turned back around and opened the door, stepping outside. He wasn't exactly looking to settle down, he didn't even think it would be possible, but he definitely didn't want to see the door close behind her and possibly never get to see the girl who he'd actually just fucked twice, the second time allowing something so personal into the bedroom with them.
“But hey, I really hope I see you again. I really like you, and if we do meet up again, we'll have to make it another really fun night. Try and get some sleep, you look like you just went 10 rounds. I'll see ya later,” she paused for just a brief moment and then smiled up at him, “Gojyo.”
As the door closed behind her, Gojyo sank onto the bed, almost feeling defeated, already missing his hot little piece of ass...no...she was a little bit more than that. He just hoped he could see her again. Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Angel sighed and looked up at the night sky as she walked in the direction of nothing and nowhere in particular. She really wanted to stay, but she already knew what happened when she got close to people. She really liked the half-demon hottie, and there was no way she would let herself get too close. Instead, she walked on, smiling at the feel of his arms around her waist, happy that she'd at least gotten to see him again.
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