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Love Me, Dude	By : Jedishampoo Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Yaoi - Male/Male > Sanzo/Gojiyo Views: 3346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Love Me, Dude

Author: Jedishampoo

Fandom: Saiyuki

Pairing: 53
(Gojyo/Sanzo)

Rating: R to
NC-17 (NOT Worksafe)

Summary: For
the Saiyuki Anonymous Kink Meme, not so anonymous,
yeah, �cause I have no shame.� Yaoi (slash).
Someone mistakes Sanzo for a girl.� Gojyo fumbles his
way to being in charge. Humor, Smut.

Author�s Notes:
The requestor wanted: gojyo/sanzo (yes, gojyo seme) with some bondage, sap, and sweet sex resulting from
some stranger thinking sanzo was actually in a dress
not robes, and hitting on him. possessive gojyo would be nice, but if both were oblivious to the
others� attraction before this it would be best.� I simply cannot resist the allure of the
�first-time� fic.�
;)� As a writer, though, sap is
definitely my weak point.� I tried.� And the bondage was fun.� Thanks to my beta/roommate sharpeslass, who does not watch Saiyuki
except through default, but read it and enjoyed anyway (or at least she says).

Disclaimer:
I don�t own Saiyuki, Kazuya Minekura
et al. do.� I made no money writing this
work of fanfiction. It was just a heck of a lot of
fun.

Love Me, Dude

��Hey, cute girl ya got there!�

�I believe they�re ogling you, Sanzo,� Hakkai pointed out, helpful
as always.

Shit, Sanzo
thought.� They�d only just entered the
bar, and already they had to deal with crap.�
He seriously was not in the mood for this tonight.� Not that he was ever in the mood for this
kind of crap.� But at that particular
moment, he was definitely, 100 percent, grade-A not in the mood.�

He was tired.� Hell, they were all tired.� They�d left the
decimated remains of Kami-Sama�s castle behind only a week or so ago.� Sanzo�s half-healed wounds still gave him
twinges, and he was sure he wasn�t alone in the aches and pains
department.�

And Sanzo was still pissed at
Gojyo for taking off and going there in the first place.� But most of all, Sanzo was pissed at himself
for chasing after Gojyo.�

Sanzo still wasn�t sure why
he�d given in and gone after the damned cockroach.� It�s just that... the team hadn�t worked
without him. �Sanzo hadn�t worked.� He�d been off-kilter, and he hadn�t known
where to aim his discontent.� And to make
things worse, Gojyo seemed to have come out of the whole debacle with funny
ideas.� Like that Sanzo cared, or something.� But Sanzo was apparently just a masochist,
unable to let go of what annoyed him most.

Because
Sanzo didn�t care.� And Gojyo was annoying, and disgusting, and not in
the least bit fun to kill demons with and they hadn�t made an effective team at all and he wasn�t even extremely
good-looking, and even if he had been, Sanzo wasn�t gay.� At least he didn�t think he was.� He wasn�t
quite sure what he wanted, sometimes.� He
just knew that he hated everyone.

But none of that mattered
right now because he was exhausted, they had only this pissant watering
hole-slash-inn-slash-brothel to eat and sleep in, they were already being
hassled, and it was all Gojyo�s fault.�
And Gojyo was having too much fun right now.� He�d even stopped goggling at the local
prostitutes to watch Sanzo with strangely glittering ruby eyes.

So Sanzo ignored them all,
sneered at his own boots as they trod the dirty floor of the barroom, and
veered off, letting his feet lead them toward some unoccupied seats at the long
tables.� He sat down, lit a cigarette and
lifted a finger, signaling whatever waitresses this sad saloon could
boast.� Maybe the local yokels would just
shut up and he and his little holy demon party could eat and drink themselves
insensible.

No such luck.

�Hey,
Sweetheart!� Don�t see many blondes around here. Specially
wearing white dresses!� Hah hah!�
whoever-it-was yelled again, laughing at his own wit.� �See that cute girl there, Zhan, my dude?� Hey shweetsh!�
Come on over here and shay hello!�

Gojyo, as Sanzo had
suspected, found the situation too delicious to ignore.

�Oi!� Monk,� Gojyo
said, with a leer so wide that Sanzo could see it even through his fringe of
bangs.� �Coupla
potential boyfriends over there.�
They�re not bad-looking for country boys, either.� Though I know how picky you are.�

Sanzo didn�t feel like arguing but he couldn�t let it pass.� Not
from Gojyo-the-cause-of-all-this.� �Shut up,� he growled around his smoke.� �I�m not in the mood for your moronic
bullshit.�

He could also see Hakkai�s
warning glance, which Gojyo blithely ignored.�

�You�re never in the
mood.� What, is it that time of the
month?� Gojyo continued, merrily on his way towards his doom, nudging Goku
beside him.� �I tell ya, Monkey, broken
hearts all over China,
but does he care?�

Goku snickered.

�Just ignore them, Sanzo,�
Hakkai said.

�Hey, don�t ignore us,
shweetheart!� the yokel yelled again.

�I�m going to kill you,�
Sanzo said, under his breath, to Gojyo.

�Don�t be so bitchy.� Though you look your most
gorgeous when you�re angry.� You
might get some after all tonight, if you�re lucky.�

�I said, shut up,� Sanzo
said, and pulled out his gun.� He didn�t quite point it at Gojyo, just almost,
but the threat was there and it said, I�m
tired and in a pissy mood and I might not miss.

Gojyo, the ass, just laughed,
showing straight white teeth.� He lit a
cigarette with an unconcerned air.� Idiot
kappa somehow knew Sanzo would never
actually kill him.� He shouldn�t know that.

�I�m hungry,� said Goku.

�I think we�re all
hungry.� And tired,� Hakkai said, in his
best mediator voice.� �Goku, why don�t
you go find us some food?�

�Finally!�

Goku ran off and a waitress
came by.� Sanzo put his gun away and
ordered enough sake to drown a platoon.�
And extra food, because he didn�t want Goku to gobble his down and start
whining again immediately after.� And an ashtray.

Gojyo ordered even more sake
and, long lashes fluttering, practically shoved his nose into the waitress�s
ample cleavage.� Which
annoyed Sanzo even more, though he couldn�t have said why.

The inn saloon may have been
a dump but the service was fast; the booze arrived within a few short minutes,
even before Goku returned.� The
home-brewed hooch was strong and tasty, just the way it should have been.� Sanzo knocked back a couple of cupfuls
without even breathing, lit another smoke, and felt better for it all almost
immediately.

�My.� I think even I may be able to get tipsy
tonight,� Hakkai said from beside Sanzo, knocking a couple back himself and
smiling in his scary sort of way.

�Look who�s here,� Gojyo
said.

Something appeared in the
periphery of Sanzo�s vision on his other side: a pair of brown homespun
pants.� He glanced up.� They had visitors, two men.� They were tall and muscular and good-looking
in a freshly bumpkin-ish sort of way.�
Sanzo idly wondered if they were the ones who�d been making catcalls
earlier.� If they were, he supposed he
would be justified in killing them.

�You idjit,� the taller of
them said, pointing down.� �I told you
thoshe were robes, dude.� It�s some kinda
priest.� And those are never girls.� Look at the chakra!�

The other one stared at
Sanzo, wide-eyed.� �Dude, it�s not a lady
at all!�

�Duh.� You owe me
500, dude.�

�Can we help you?� Hakkai
asked, politely.� They ignored him.� Gojyo just watched the entire scene through
his cigarette smoke with a thrilled sort of fascination.

�Dude!� the shorter one said,
again.� �You gotta admit he�s too pretty
to be a guy.�

�Dude!� 500!� Pay up.�

�They�re human, not youkai, Sanzo,
remember that,� Hakkai muttered just under his breath.

Sanzo knew that.� But really, how much of this could he be
expected to take?� He knocked back
another glass of sake, and took a deep breath.�
His non-drinking hand shoved his Marlboro into his mouth, then fingered the Smith and Wesson tucked into his
robe.� �Go away.�

�Dude,
listen, shorry about that,� the taller one slurred, laughing.� �I�ll take my
winnings and buy everyone a drink.�

�All happy now,� Gojyo said,
with a sly grin.� He looked at the two
idiots-- the two other idiots, Sanzo
corrected himself mentally-- and waved at the empty chairs next to Sanzo.� �We�ll take you up on that offer, my man.�

�We?� Sanzo growled.

�If he�sh a monk, then why�sh
he drinking?� the other guy said.� He sat
anyway at Gojyo�s invitation, plopping into his seat in a way that clearly
stated he�d already partaken of plenty of the bar�s rice-wine.� He resumed staring at Sanzo.

�Now Gojyo, you know we�re
probably going to have to make an early night of it,� Hakkai lied, and then
actually glared at Gojyo, endearing
him quite a bit to Sanzo.� Sanzo drank
another couple of glasses in quick succession.�
Hakkai was his best friend, the only youkai in his entourage with any sense,
and everyone else in the world could just die
die die wow, this sake is good stuff where are my cigarettes?

�He�s buying,� Gojyo said
with his too-powerfully-attractive grin.�
But his eyes, looking at Sanzo, almost held a challenge.� �Loosen up, Hakkai.�

�Fine.� Hello,� Hakkai
said, and went back to tipping sake down his throat.

Hakkai was a traitor and
stupid stupid and he should just die, die, and oh, there was the goddamn monkey
with some of the food, I should probably eat, and nah, fuck it, I�ll just drink
some more.

�I�m Zhan, this dude�s Wan,�
the taller one, at the far end of the table, said.� �Where y�all from?�

�Hell,� Sanzo said.�

�Ain�t we all,� Wan said.

�Hey,� Goku said to the
strangers, then started eating.� Gojyo chatted with them, and watched them
watching Sanzo, or at least Sanzo thought so.�
Sanzo just ignored them all and watched the
scene, waiting for trouble.� Watched Goku
eating, Hakkai drinking, Gojyo drinking and talking, the edges of his handsome
face blurred but his damned red-as-hellfire hair sharp and clear as it swung
into his eyes, and was brushed out of his eyes.�
Why the hell did he spend so much
time staring at Gojyo, lately?� Masochism, again;
fascination with that which can hurt you?

Watching Gojyo smoking, talking around his smoke.� At one point he
said Whoa, it�s warm and took off his
jacket and flirted with the waitress who was bringing more of that fabulous
sake and shit, why, why was Sanzo watching him, like watching for signs that he might
leave again at any time?� When just last
week he�d hoped feared never to have
to look at him again?

�Oi, Baldy, what are you
looking at?� Gojyo asked at one point, with his stupid leering grin.

�I�m going to kill you all,�
Sanzo mumbled, happily.� He poured sake
with one hand, and the other he used to fondle his pistol, fingers comfortably
numb as they met the cold metal of the hammer, the trigger.� Sanzo didn�t know why people told him he was
a mean drunk.� He was feeling almost complacent.

***

�Dude�s kinda cranky, ain�t
he?� Wan asked.

�Hell, yeah,� Gojyo
said.�

What a weird night, Gojyo thought.� Normally he�d
have shooed yokels like this right off, but tonight, for some reason, he felt
like yanking Sanzo�s chain.� Watching
Sanzo deal with the kind of attention he hated, watching him be as offputting as possible to someone who wasn�t Gojyo.� And Sanzo
particularly hated being mistaken for a chick.�
Some hot button from his past.� Gojyo wasn�t sure
if he would push that one himself or not, but he didn�t mind watching.

And as far as yokels went,
Zhan and Wan weren�t all that bad.� They
were pretty damned funny, actually, once you got to know �em.� Or had a few drinks.� Or both.� Of course, Gojyo
wasn�t the one they�d insulted, per se.�
Even with his long hair, he never got mistaken for a chick.�

Wan, though-- guy was maybe
going a little too far.� Gojyo wouldn�t
have taken him for a homo, but damn, he was staring
at Sanzo like there was no tomorrow.

Course, Gojyo could
sympathize, �cause he was doing it, too.� And he wasn�t a homo, either.� He liked the ladies.� Not that he hadn�t... explored other options.� There had
been that threesome that one time.�
But the chick had really wanted it; it had totally turned her on.� And Gojyo hadn�t hated it, or
anything...

Shit. Why was he thinking about that?� Gojyo slammed
another cup of sake, and smoked, and laughed at something Zhan said.� And watched Wan watching Sanzo.� And watched Sanzo watching him.� He�d been doing that a lot, lately.� It made Gojyo�s
stomach wibble, and not in a bad way.� It was like, after the events of the past
couple of weeks, Sanzo was actually noticing Gojyo�s
existence, other than as a landing-place for the harisen.� So he stared back, whenever he got the
chance, trying to figure it out.

It wasn�t a difficult thing
to do.� Sanzo
was just too damned pretty for his own good.�
So pretty it was shocking until you got used to it.� Though now and again even Gojyo found he
hadn�t gotten used to it when he thought he had.� He could get caught off guard, and look at
him all over again, and be like, whoah--- feeling a little loopy just staring at him.� Until Sanzo opened his
mouth.

What was it Hakkai had said?� Something
like, Sanzo�s looks are in inverse proportion to his nature.� Meaning, basically, that he looked so amazing
that he had to be astonishingly nasty to make up for it.

Though he
did have charisma.� People just... wanted to be around him,
anyway.� And Gojyo had only lately
realized something: Sanzo was intensely loyal, no matter how he tried to fake
it or force it back down his throat like vomit.�
And Gojyo couldn�t stop himself; he must exploit it.� Yank the chain, see
how far he could pull it.

And it was funny.� The more Gojyo drank, the better Sanzo
looked.� Or maybe it was that the more
Sanzo drank, the better he looked.� His
cheeks were a little pink, his lips curled up in a weird, sensual little
smile.� Gojyo tried to look away.� Back up
at the waitress�s hooters, maybe, yeah, man this booze was good shit. Whoa,
trouble-- Wan was leaning in a leetle too closely.�
He was in serious danger of getting Sanzo�s five-shooter shoved down his
throat.

�Dude, I know you�re a dude,
but you�re still kinda cute,� Wan slurred.�
He put one arm around Sanzo�s shoulders, and his free hand on Sanzo�s
thigh.� �Girly monk.�

Gojyo had to step in.� He wasn�t willing to let the chain be yanked
that far.� Besides, he could hear the
hammer-click of Sanzo�s pistol, somewhere under the table.� Gojyo had learned well to recognize that
sound, no matter how much he drank.

�Dude!� he said to Wan.� Shit, now
he was doing it.� �That�s our
pretty monk.� Paws
off.�

�Gotscha,�
Wan said, yanking his paws back.� He laid
a clumsy finger next to his nose and gave Gojyo a drunken, knowing look.� �Gotscha.� Dude.�

Gojyo waited to hear the hammer click back into place.� There.

�Very good sake,� Hakkai said
into the breach.� Good old Hakkai, best friend a guy could ever have.

�Not,� Sanzo said.

�I disagree,� Hakkai
replied.�

�Me, too,� Gojyo said,
slamming another cupful.� Hakkai was on the
job, and Gojyo could go back to enjoying and propagating his whopping
buzz.� And staring at
Sanzo.

�Good food.� Yum!�� Goku put in his two
yen.

�Not,� Sanzo said again.� Now everyone was staring at him, so he
clarified.� �Not yours.�

�Uh huh,� Gojyo said, taking
hold of the chain once more.� Feeling very un-guilty, because he�d only been trying to help and all.� �Already said it.� Bastard�s too damned picky.�

�Fuck you,� Sanzo said.

�Hard to
get?� Wan asked.

�Yeah,� Gojyo said, and
ignored Hakkai�s like tenth warning look of the night.�
He was not only yanking the chain, he was going to push the button.� �Hard like concrete, man.� No touchy.�
Untouchable girly-ass monk.�

�Fuck you,� Sanzo said again,
and Gojyo could swear he heard the click of the pistol over the buzzing in his
ears, and he didn�t care because the bastard monk was such an asshole.� �You are a pain in my ass.�

�You wish.� Oh-holy-monk of Temple Prick-Tease,�
Gojyo riposted.

�Aaaand
I think it�s time for bed?� Hakkai said, in a bright and not-at-all-drunk
voice.� He hoicked an arm under Sanzo�s shoulder, pulling him up and
off the bench.� �Goku, would you grab Gojyo�s jacket for me?� And Gojyo?�

�Yeah...� Goku
said, sending a longing look at the scant remainders of their food.� Poor
monkey, thought Gojyo.� It had been all his, too.� This was all Sanzo�s fault.

�Bye,� Gojyo waved at
Zhan-dude and Wan-dude, who were staring with bleary eyes at the remains of the
sake and looking as if they might like to puke.�
And he let Goku help him up the rickety old
stairs to their rooms, while Hakkai, Jeep on his shoulder (where the hell had he come from all of a sudden?), supported Sanzo,
who was weaving on his feet and mumbling under his breath.� Who am
I rooming with again?� Oh, yeah.� Shit.� Sanzo.� Well, at
least Gojyo could argue with him in private, tell him what he really thought,
without best-friend-to-all-Hakkai mediating.�
Yeah, that�s exactly what I�ll
do.� Wish I�d brought some sake, and
where are my cigarettes?

Hakkai got the door unlocked
and open, and half-carried Sanzo into the room.�
But he didn�t leave, just watched Sanzo standing there in the middle of
the room, staring at Gojyo from beneath his bangs.

�And who you calling girly?�
Sanzo said, continuing some conversation from earlier.

�You, ya lousy monk,� Gojyo said, glad to get an early start to
the feud, Hakkai or no Hakkai.� He was on a happy, loosened-tongue,
hot-button-pushing roll now, by golly.�
�Untouchable, girly-ass monk, I think were my
words.�

�Ha.� To you, especially, you fuckin�
pervert.�

�What�s that supposed to
mean?�� Man, this felt good.

�Untouch.� Able,� Sanzo said,
none too steadily.

�Gojyo,� Hakkai said.

�There you go, shutting me
down.� Half of China,� Gojyo said, ignoring
Hakkai, and hoping he made sense.� He
took a couple of steps forward, trying to look Sanzo in the eye.� Damned blonde hair, it was all over the
place.� Gojyo resisted the urge to brush
it out of the way.� �Can�t
blame a guy for trying, bombshell, challenge and all.�

�I�m not your fucking
challenge.�

�Yeah.� Can�t say I never tried, though.�� Gojyo decided it was true.� What else had he been doing, since the moment
he�d met this fucking lousy monk, than trying to chip away at the wall of ice a
little?� Get him to pay fucking
attention?� He�d managed it, a bit,
somewhere on a clifftop, a couple of weeks ago.

�Fuck,� Sanzo said, and
raised an arm with a fist attached to it, and held it in the air at
Gojyo-face-height.� It wobbled a
little.� �You never really tried.� You wouldn�t dare.� You�re just as full of bullshit as ever.�

�Oh yeah?� Gojyo said, and didn�t resist the next urge he
had.� He brushed the clumsy punch aside,
then locked his arms around Sanzo to keep the guns and fists out of the
equation, and kissed him.�

Weird.� Sanzo looked
like stone, and he acted like stone, but his mouth was just as soft and warm as
anybody�s.� No, warmer, Gojyo
decided.� Not too shabby.� Sanzo tasted like cigarettes, and sake, which
is what Gojyo was sure he tasted like, too.� Still.� It was Sanzo.� Gojyo took a few
moments to appreciate the strangeness of it all, the room spinning from the
sake and whatever.

Gojyo just went with it and
took the next logical step, though in this case it might be considered foolish:
he snuck a tongue between those softer-than-expected lips.� Maybe it was just him but was Sanzo kissing
him back?� Whatever the case, it sure
felt pretty fucking amazing.� For a dude and all.�
He wondered how long he might be saying �dude� before he finally broke
the habit.� Man, this was fun.� Sanzo wasn�t fighting at all.� Dude, he liked
it.� So did Gojyo.

�Uh.� Gojyo?� came Hakkai�s questioning voice.�
Gojyo had completely forgotten about their audience.� �I think Sanzo�s passed out.�

�Mm?� Gojyo said, pulling away and looking down.� Sanzo just sort of hung there, eyes closed,
unmoving.� Shit, was he?� Either Gojyo
was that good, or Sanzo really was
passed out.� Gojyo hardly felt drunk
anymore; he was gobsmacked.� He said the first thing that came to
mind.� �Huh.� I sorta wondered why I wasn�t dead yet.�

He let go of Sanzo, who sort
of just flopped back onto the bed

�That.� Was weird,�
came Goku�s voice.� Gojyo turned to look at him.� The monkey was wide-eyed, staring back and
forth between the passed-out-Sanzo and the really-stupid-feeling-Gojyo.

�Goku,
you can take Gojyo with you.� Night,
all,� Hakkai said, smiling his most scary smile ever and sitting on the
Sanzo-free bed.

�Kyuu,�
the little dragon called, perching himself on Hakkai�s
shoulder.

Gojyo shook his head, and
when the room spun he put a hand on his cheek to stop it.� �This is my
room!� Don�t worry,
I�m not a monk molester or anything.�� He
looked down at Sanzo again, sprawled on the bed.� �At least, not usually.�

Goku went out the door, then
looked back in at Gojyo.� �Dude, are you
like an ass-pirate or something?� Cause
dude, I really wanna just sleep.�

�Don�t say �dude,�� Gojyo
told him, and followed him out the door.

***

Sanzo wasn�t quite passed out.� Close to it, but not quite.� He�d just been too drunk to punch straight or
shoot straight, and too damned surprised at how far Gojyo had been willing to
go, and so he�d taken the easy way out and faked it.� When had Gojyo
grown those testicles?� Usually, he ducked from the harisen, for fuck�s sake.

Sanzo was pissed off, no doubt about it.� But he wasn�t sure if he was more pissed off
that Gojyo had done such a thing, or that he, Sanzo, hadn�t hated it. �Physical stuff was just too messy.

Dimly he could feel Hakkai
shifting him on the bed, taking off his Maten
scripture, could hear the ruffling noise as Hakkai carefully rolled it up and
stowed it somewhere.� Hakkai�s
sigh, like what do I do now?� Hakkai digging through his
robes to pull out his gun and set it on the nightstand so that Sanzo wouldn�t
shoot himself or anyone else in his sleep.� Hakkai, now, Hakkai could be trusted not to
try any of that stupid, messy shit that was just too interesting for its own
good.� Where are my cigarettes and why is the bed moving and will I fall over
and make an ass of myself when I stand up?

It must have been some time
later when Sanzo next thought about getting up to look for his smokes; the
lights were out and he could hear Hakkai breathing in his sleep.� Sanzo must have passed out for real.� Still dizzy, he raised his head from the
pillow.� No, the other bed was empty and
it wasn�t Hakkai; someone was moving around in the room.

Sanzo reached for his gun and
missed and fell out of the bed instead.�
He heard someone say dude, grab
him! and he felt his arms being held behind his back, and something was
tied around his mouth so he couldn�t yell, and something slammed into his skull
and he thought, I didn�t need that and
fuck I�m going to have a headache, bastards and then he passed out again.

***

When Sanzo next awoke it was
daytime.� He was somewhere inside but
there was light, coming from under the door and through some cracks in the
walls.� Each beam shining through was
like a dagger into his skull; he�d been right about that headache.�

And he couldn�t do more than
moan.� Someone had gagged him and tied
his hands behind his back, around something-- a pillar, perhaps.� He was standing, sort of.� He wished they�d at least put a bag over his
head, so that the goddamn sunlight wouldn�t kill him before he could kill
anyone else.� Or that they�d at least
laid him down so he wouldn�t have to suffer upright.

On the other hand, with his eyes free he could look
around, much as it hurt, to see if anyone else was in the room.� He appeared to be alone; no Hakkai captured
with him, no captors watching to see when he might wake.� But he could hear their voices in the next
room.�

�Dude, are you sure that
scripture�s not on him?� Would you know it if you saw it?�

�Dude, yeah, he was wearing
it last night.�

�Shit.� It was worth a lot to those youkai dudes, too.�

�You wanna
come look for yourself?�

Shit, Sanzo
thought.� They�d completely let their
guards down.� Sanzo had completely let his guard down, because the innkeeper had
sworn that there were no youkai anywhere near their
town, and because Sanzo had been tired and focused on his own stupid, useless
thoughts and worries that had nothing to do with their mission.� This is
all Gojyo�s fault, he thought with plenty of satisfaction.� Gojyo the pervert.� Who knew what he was doing, at least when it
came to shoving his tongue down someone�s throat.� Sanzo pushed the thought away.

The door opened and-- what
were their names?� Zhan and Wan?-- entered.� Along with a third man, just as tall and bumpkin-ish as the first two.� Fuck.� How had they been fooled by idiots like
these?

They-- Sanzo remembered again that he wasn�t alone on this holy
trip.� Surely, someone would come along
soon.� Hakkai,
or Goku-- the sober, trustworthy ones.� Well, Hakkai was trustworthy, at least.� Not that the monkey couldn�t be trusted.� He�d made himself useful at times.� Sanzo thought he might even be happy to see Goku right about now.

That thought, strangely, made
Sanzo feel better.� He stood a little
straighter and faced the three men who�d come into the room.� Then he remembered how the one guy had been
staring at him last night.� He hoped
someone in his little demon-ikkou showed up soon.

Still, he could put up a good
front, at least.� �This must be Yan,� he said, forgetting he was gagged.� It came out sounding less disdainful than he
might have hoped, sounding something like mmph mph meeph mamph.

�Where�s your scripture?� the
new one, Yan-possibly, said.

�Mmph moomph.�

They didn�t have time to translate that fuck you, though, because a crash sounded
from another room.� It sounded like a
wooden door slamming open.� Sanzo thought
it was a very good noise.

Zhan, Wan and Yan didn�t seem to think so.� Their eyes widened and they turned to look
through the open door behind them.� Sanzo
could see something like a metal glint that whipped through the air and whoomph, knocked
them all down in succession.� Goku�s nyoi-bou, perhaps?

Then Sanzo heard a metal
scraping, like a chain snaking along a metal pole. �Shit. �Of all his rescuers, why did it have to be
this one?

Sanzo�s worst nightmare
appeared in the door, holding a shakou-jou and
slamming its end onto the floor in some sort of dramatic-fucking-pose.� �Oi.� Is that you, Sanzo?�

�Mmph moomph.�

�Fuck me?�� At least Gojyo could interpret
correctly.� �And after I�m the lucky one
who found you?� I can just leave you
here, you know, you prick of a monk.� Let
Hakkai or Goku find you sometime later today.�

Sanzo rolled his eyes,
letting Gojyo know that plan of action was fine
by him.

�Nah, I�d never hear the end
of it,� Gojyo said, coming into the room to stand by Sanzo.� He looked disgustingly perky and
non-hung-over.� He reached behind Sanzo�s
head and untied the gag, none too gently.�
It was like he knew that
Sanzo�s head hurt like a sonofabitch.

The gag fell from Sanzo�s
face and he rolled his sandpaper-tongue around in his mouth, trying to work
some moisture back into it.� �You could
have untied my hands first, asshole,� Sanzo said, voice rough.

�Hell, no.� Not until I�m sure
you�re not going to kill me,� Gojyo replied with his stupid white-toothed
grin.� He reached out a long-fingered
hand to run it through Sanzo�s hair, and over his shoulders.

�What the fuck are you
doing?� I�m going to fucking kill you,�
Sanzo said, straining against the binds and the pillar, straining away from
that gentle hand.� Fucking pervert isn�t going to molest me here, is he? Sanzo
wondered, then immediately wondered why the idea didn�t sound as horrible as it
might have.� He didn�t want to think
about it.� At least he could have some
water first, get the sake-smoke-cloth taste out of his mouth.� Then a cigarette.� Sweet, sweet nicotine.

�Just checking to see if
you�re bleeding, you dick,� Gojyo said.�
Then Gojyo read his mind.� He
pulled out a flask and held it to Sanzo�s lips.�
�Have a drink.� It�s just
water.� You probably feel like shit.� You look like shit.�

�Untie me,� Sanzo demanded,
turning his head away.

�Not yet, Martyr-chan,� Gojyo
said.� He splashed a little water on
Sanzo�s face anyway and then tucked the flask away and set his hands on his
hips.� �Want to talk to you first.�

Sanzo kicked him.

�Ouch!� That hurt, you bastard.�

�Good.�

�Do I gotta
tie your legs up, too?�

�Don�t you dare,� Sanzo
growled.

Gojyo moved in close, standing
between Sanzo�s legs where they could do the least damage.� He just stared at Sanzo, eyes intent and
ruby-like in the dark room.

�Listen,
du-- man.� I�m sorry if I-- uh.� I might have gone too far last night.� Don�t know if you remember.� But there.� Anyway.�

�Sure as hell you did.� And I�m still going to kill you,� Sanzo
said.� But he realized that his threat
didn�t have the impact it might have under other circumstances, because he was
tied up and Gojyo was standing very
close and Sanzo was staring at his lips.�
He licked his own, catching the droplets of water Gojyo had splashed
around his face.� Gojyo watched him do
it.� He grinned
his slyest grin.� Oh, shit.

�Reeeally,�
Gojyo drawled.�
He pointed a finger at Sanzo�s chest.�
�So you do remember.� You asshole.� You just let me look like an idiot.� You liked
it, didn�t you?�

�Tch,�
Sanzo said, wanting to look away from those intent
eyes and finding himself unable to.� Gojyo was getting
too close to something Sanzo didn�t want him to know.

�Aaaaand.� If I�m gonna die anyway, might as well do it
again.� Earn it, ya
might say.�� The finger at Sanzo�s chest
trailed down a few inches, resting somewhere by his hip.� Other fingers joined it, pressing into his
flesh.� Gojyo�s face leaned forward, inexorably
closer, and he kissed Sanzo again.

Sanzo always had low blood
pressure in the mornings, even when he wasn�t hung over.� That had to be the reason he didn�t try to
fight it, or bite Gojyo�s tongue off, though he vaguely thought about it.� What else could he do?� He wanted to be rescued at some point.�

Yeah, right.� Sanzo tried to focus on the pain in his skull but all he
could feel were the fingers squeezing his hip and the slippery-rough and wet
tongue sliding around in his mouth, and he could taste something fresh, and he
realized that Gojyo had fucking had time to brush his teeth and Sanzo hadn�t
but it wasn�t stopping the bastard from enjoying it, was it, at least based on
the soft breathing sounds he made into Sanzo�s mouth.

And hell, yeah he must be a masochist, because he was enjoying it, too,
and if he hadn�t been tied up he never would have allowed it in the first
place.� Wouldn�t have allowed Gojyo to
press so close that Sanzo could feel his whole, lean body, and fuck, it was warm.� Gojyo�s shakou-jou
fell to the floor with a wooden-metal clonk
and Gojyo�s other hand rested at Sanzo�s shoulder, toying with the edges of the
robe at his neck.� And still, those wide
lips and fresh-tasting tongue didn�t stop their slow, insistent movements.� To Sanzo�s intense humiliation, he
moaned.�

�Sanzo,� Gojyo whispered into
his mouth.

And Sanzo�s lower half joined
in the humiliation party, little aches and twitches building tensely in his
belly.� If Gojyo
wanted to work out his frustrations on him, then Sanzo
would prefer punches, hits, something he could withstand and hate.� Not this tender sort of unrelenting
worship.� Sanzo�s
brain suddenly imagined Gojyo hitting him and kissing
him at the same time, and moaned again.�
He would kill Gojyo, and then himself.�
He was completely gay.� Or something.� Shit.

Sanzo wasn�t the only one who moaned.� Somewhere across the room, the three morons
began to stir.

�Duu....ude,� one of them said.

�Fuck.�� Gojyo let go of Sanzo and stood back, staring
at Sanzo with an idiotic expression for a few moments.� Then he shook his head and picked up his
weapon.� �Gotta take care of these guys better.�

Gojyo didn�t kill them, just gave each of them another good
thwack on the head to knock them out again.�
And still he didn�t untie Sanzo, who couldn�t even offer his opinion but
only stand there breathing heavily like a moron, but grunted and dragged the
three one-by-one into a closet.� Finally
he slammed the door behind them, then rubbed his hands and looked at Sanzo.

�Where were we?� he said,
grinning unsteadily.

***

�You son of a bitch,� Sanzo told him.

�Yeah, I know,� Gojyo
admitted, and looked at Sanzo slumping there against that pillar, and wondered
what to do next.� What he should do was untie the unholy-ass monk and
then run like hell to get help.� Hakkai
would protect him.�

But Gojyo just pulled his
arms out of his jacket anyway, and let it drop to the floor, and went over to
stand between Sanzo�s legs again.

�Motherfucker,� Sanzo told him, pretty face screwing
up into a really good sneer.

�Nah, that�s my dad and my
brother.� You can just call me bastard,� Gojyo said, and laughed, almost giddy.� He was taking this one way too far, he knew.� But it
was just too cool.� How long had he
thought about doing something like this?�
He couldn�t stop now.�

He was a homo, after all.� And
Sanzo, the fuck, was enjoying it.� It was
so amazing, having Sanzo tied up here like this and liking it, and Gojyo liking
doing it to him; the power had gone to his head, awoken something in him.� He didn�t really care what happened later, as
long as he finished what he was doing now.�
Quickly.�
Before Hakkai and Goku or
anyone else found them.� Once
again, this was between him and the monk.�
A recent concept, but a fascinating one.

Quickly.� Gojyo didn�t waste any more time but grabbed
Sanzo�s waist again and put his other hand inside the robe at his chest, and
kissed him.� This time he wasn�t all
sweet and gentle; he let Sanzo know what he was in for.

He could feel one of Sanzo�s
boots at his calf, trying to kick him over from the side, but ignored it,
comfortable in the powerful knowledge that Sanzo would give up any time
now.� Gojyo slipped his hand further
inside the robe, brushing against the black silk at Sanzo�s chest.� Geez, he was warm,
and he could feel Sanzo�s heart, thumping against his palm.

�Stop it,� Sanzo said, or
something like it, in a harsh voice.

�Nope,� Gojyo told him,
sealing their fates.� �It�s your fault
I�m all gay, now, you goddamned monk.�

Gojyo cut off Sanzo�s reply
by putting his nose in Sanzo�s ear and shoving his tongue against his slightly-stubbled chin, hard enough to feel the pulse beating there
in tandem with the one under Gojyo�s fingers.

Sanzo only moaned again.

Gojyo let his hand move down
and across between them, feeling the muscles in Sanzo�s chest jumping and
twitching with his hitched breaths.� The
boot thumping at his leg stilled, resting pressed against his calf.� How did Sanzo�s hair smell so good, after the
night they�d had?

Quickly, yeah right.� Gojyo stopped trying to give
Sanzo a hickey and used both hands to untie his monkly
robes and pull them open.� He stilled any
protest Sanzo might have made by kissing him again, and damn if Sanzo didn�t
taste like stale sake and smoke and fucking sunshine.

Gojyo slid his fingers into
the waistband of Sanzo�s jeans, down until they stopped touching silk and met
the warm skin of his hips.� And he felt
something else: something hard pressing against his stomach, something which
told him that yeah, Sanzo was enjoying this, indeedy.

And Gojyo, as ever, couldn�t
just shut up and do his job but had to say whatever came into his brain.� Like Hakkai said: straight from mind to
mouth, yes, that was Sha Gojyo.

�Is that a pistol in your jeans
or are you just happy to see-- Ouch!�

Sanzo had kicked him again, in the knee.� �Don�t even say something so moronic to me.�

�Hey, I�m not complaining,�
Gojyo said and shut Sanzo and himself
up again by shoving his tongue down the other man�s throat.� Because he certainly wasn�t complaining, was feeling pretty damned aroused himself.� He pressed
his stiff cock into Sanzo�s belly, and moaned himself at how awesome it felt
there.

He snuck a hand between them
to undo the button on Sanzo�s jeans, then pulled them down and gripped Sanzo�s
ass hard with his fingers, shoving the two of them even more tightly together.

Welp, Sanzo was definitely no
girl but his flesh felt great between Gojyo�s fingers.� Sanzo�s shoulders bumped his like he was
straining to get his arms free, either to hold Gojyo or throttle him, Gojyo
didn�t know.� But there was no way Gojyo
was untying him now.� First he was going
to make this beautiful, asshole monk very mind-blowingly glad he was tied
up.� And later, he, Gojyo, was going to
die, very likely very horribly.

He knew what he was going to
do.� Now he just had to do it.� Gojyo had to think
for a moment, something difficult to do in this situation: he could do this,
give a blowjob, right?� Hopefully.� Well, he�d
sorta done it before and had certainly had it done to
himself plenty of times.� It couldn�t be
that difficult to get it right.

He slid his hands down the
outside of Sanzo�s thighs, and let the rest of him follow, tasting the stubble
at Sanzo�s chin and the silk of his shirt and the sweat beading at the little
blond hairs at his navel and whoa,
there was Sanzo�s cock, bigger than Gojyo might have suspected for such a thin
guy, twitching with each ragged breath Sanzo took.�

Was he really going to put
that into his mouth?� Hell, yeah, if only
to let the monk know who was in control here.�
The thought of it all made his own cock twitch, tight in his jeans with
how erotic it all was.

�Don�t,� Sanzo
said from somewhere above him, almost desperate-sounding.

�Too late,� Gojyo said and
just wrapped his lips around the tip of it.�
Oh yeah, now he remembered that taste, except it was Sanzo, here, Sanzo
the holier-than-thou prettiest monk in all Buddist-dom,
the one who cared for all of them and protected them despite himself.�

�Ah!� Sanzo said, sharply and
quickly, jerking a little, and Gojyo thought he might just be in love.

He pulled his lips off with a
bit of a smack, thinking about how long he might take to do this if he felt
like it.� He could take all day, and Sanzo would love it and hate it at the same time.� And man, that was an erotic fucking
thought.�

Then he remembered that he
should be in a hurry, because Goku and Hakkai could show up at any time.� So he curled his fingers back under Sanzo�s
testicles, warm damp flesh with small tickling hairs, and slid the cock into
his mouth again, this time with intent.

Sanzo�s hips jerked again and
Gojyo choked.� Eyes watering, he backed
off just a bit, and heard a broken sort of laugh escape Sanzo�s throat.� Gojyo looked up and Sanzo�s eyes were screwed
shut, and his mouth was screwed as well into a grim smile.

Well, Gojyo would show him.�
He squeezed his balls and slid his mouth around the pitching flesh again,
this time relaxing his throat, in and out, in and out a few times until Sanzo�s
mouth hung open, slack-jawed, and there,
how did he like that?

Gojyo did it a couple more
times for good measure, pulling down Sanzo�s jeans to his knees with his free hand.� And oh yeah, he remembered something else he
could do.� He released Sanzo�s balls and
shoved his finger into his mouth alongside Sanzo�s cock, licking it, then nudged it back into the little opening of Sanzo�s
ass.� It was tight, but he got the slicked
finger in.

�Fucking bastard,� Sanzo
breathed.

�Hm?� Gojyo asked, because his mouth was full, and he looked
up.� Sanzo�s face was definitely pink
now, and all shining.� He looked better
mid-blowjob than he did after a few sakes.�
Fucking amazing.� Gojyo was definitely in love.

�Don�t worry,� Gojyo said,
but his was still full so it sounded like �momph momph,� and he pushed his finger up, then another, looking
for the right muscle and jackpot-- he knew he�d found it because Sanzo actually
whimpered went all slack, sagging against the wooden pillar.� It was brought home again with amazing
clarity that he was kneeling here with Sanzo�s cock
in his mouth, and the billowy robe and all the
defenses were down, and Sanzo had no free arms to do
anything about it, and that he wouldn�t
want to anyway.� He was more
vulnerable in that moment than Gojyo had ever seen
him.� Even lying in a pool of blood, Sanzo always had a wall up around him, a wall Gojyo could only scrabble at pathetically and never
actually climb.�

Now Gojyo
had obliterated that wall into dust.� In
fact, it looked like Sanzo might fall down completely
and Gojyo was all aching and throbbing-hard himself, itching to get even
closer.� A daring thought occurred him, about what he might do if he was willing to
take it all the way.� Well, the daring
thought re-occurred to him, because he�d totally thought about it before, only
usually when he was alone or like maybe all
last night.�

He hesitated: it was like he�d opened a can of worms and
didn�t know how to fish.� But he only
hesitated for a second.� There was no
time like the present.

Except, he realized then
through his own haze of crazy ideas and flesh-warm-Sanzo-lust
that he couldn�t do what he wanted, because he had nothing on him but spit and
water, and that wouldn�t work.� He wanted
to screw Sanzo, not kill him.� Man, he
was going to make a terrible homo, forgetting shit like that.

Well, once he finished the
blowjob, then he�d have at least a useable lube. �Problem solved.� And people accused Gojyo
of being stupid.

Course set, he curled his
finger forward again, gave a few hard sucks and oh, shit, Sanzo cried out and
climaxed and Gojyo was going to choke again.�
So he pulled out his finger, and spit into his palm.

Gojyo stood, patting Sanzo�s
ass as he did so and probably earning himself an even more horrible death in
the near future.� He kissed Sanzo on the
corner of his open mouth.� Sanzo was
gorgeous, all sweaty and eyes unfocused.�
Gojyo had done this, Gojyo,
Gojyo, Gojyo.

�Gonna need that,� Gojyo
joked.� He was surprised to find his
voice was unsteady with a mixture of emotions he couldn�t separate or
identify.� They were all mixed in there
together: lust, tenderness, pride-- awe, even.�
He wanted to yell, I did
that!� Look what I did, all by
myself!� Acknowledge me! Love me!� But he didn�t.� It wouldn�t work here, at this time.

Sanzo�s purple eyes focused.�
�You wouldn�t fucking dare,� he breathed, voice
even more unsteady than Gojyo�s.

�Oh yeah, I fucking
would.�� He stuck one foot between
Sanzo�s legs, then stepped the other through, so that he was shoved up against
Sanzo with Sanzo�s jeans hanging behind him.�
And it was a good thing he�d lost weight recently or he�d never have
been able to drop his own jeans with one hand.�
Could Sanzo possibly realize how much Gojyo wanted him right now?� Gojyo would never
tell him.

And Sanzo
didn�t� fight him at all as he hooked a hand under Sanzo�s knee and lifted him,
lopsidedly, locking it on his own hip.� The
handful of semen he spread along Sanzo�s ass and his own pulsing cock, and he
took a second to marvel that he was using Sanzo�s
semen on his cock, and love me, that
felt so good, was the most erotic possible thing ever.�

Once his hand was relatively empty
he grabbed Sanzo�s other knee and yanked it up, pressing Sanzo�s back against
the pillar and pressing in to hold him against it.� He shoved his erection against Sanzo�s
semi-slicked hole, and it was hot and tight and man, that felt great.

�That hurts, motherfucker,�
Sanzo said.� His tone was surprisingly
mild, like they were having a conversation about which route to take west or
about groceries or something.� Apparently
Sanzo had realized that it was just going to happen and had either resigned
himself to it, or was going to enjoy it.�
Gojyo hoped-- and then knew-- it was the latter, based on the glittery
sort of lustful, hooded look in Sanzo�s eyes.�
And the way he went sort of limp.

�Just relax, du-- man,� Gojyo said, and hoisted the knees a little higher-- ah,
there, now he had a clear shot, and it was tight, but he�d just have to go for
it.

�Ah!� came
the cry from Sanzo�s throat the same time as the one from Gojyo�s.�

�Dozzit
hurt?� Gojyo mumbled, burying his face in Sanzo�s
hair, feeling all things Sanzo Sanzo Sanzo surrounding him.

�Yeah,� came
Sanzo�s strained voice, warm breaths tickling Gojyo�s ear and sending shivery
chills streaking through his body.� �Will
it matter?�

�No,� Gojyo
said, and meant it, and miracle of miracles, Sanzo went even more limp against
the pillar, and Gojyo could move, slow, steady, but it was still fucking tight
and good, and sweat was rolling down Gojyo�s neck and he could taste sweat
behind Sanzo�s ear.

�Sanzo,� he whispered again,
and Sanzo�s reply was a grunting breath.

Gojyo lost track of minutes, was counting time in breaths,
his.� And Sanzo�s.� Sanzo didn�t say anything, just breathed, short little ahs into Gojyo�s
shoulder.� Gojyo
briefly lost spirit; was Sanzo hating it, was he just
hanging there waiting for it to be over, and was Gojyo
doing the most completely wrong thing ever?

The answer to that was no; Gojyo was doing something right because he could feel
Sanzo�s cock twitching around his stomach.�
So he released one knee to grab hold of it, do anything to make Sanzo
happy, though he could never let Sanzo know
that.� And Sanzo
didn�t fall because he kept his own legs locked around Gojyo�s hips as he
thrust and Gojyo was so happy he wanted to cry.

�Sanzo,� he whispered
pathetically, yet again, and moved faster, hips and fingers, into the solid
reality of Sanzo�s body, against the solid wooden pillar.� And he was coiled too tight, and in too tight, and the friction was too
rough and grinding and he thought he must be hurting Sanzo and just as he began
to not care, he came, short, angry stabs.

All Gojyo�s limbs were
shaking and feeble; he wanted to collapse but he kept his hand moving just a
little longer until he felt Sanzo�s second climax running down his
stomach.� Love me!� And then he could
just flop forward, face buried in Sanzo�s
half-silk-clad, half-bare and sweaty shoulder, and breathe for real, great
gasping heaves.�

Sanzo put up with that for a few moments before struggling
a little in Gojyo�s embrace, and Gojyo realized he was probably crushing the
poor guy.� So he untangled himself from Sanzo and stepped back.

Sanzo hung his face so only
his blond hair showed, gleaming in the little streaks of sunlight that managed
to stab their way through the room..� His jeans were still down, his arms were
still tied back, and he looked so pathetic, so used, that Gojyo felt stabs of
guilt like sunlight on his dark, dark soul.�
What in the hell had he just done?

Then he remembered that Sanzo
had enjoyed it as much as Gojyo had.� The
evidence still showed on both of them.� Gojyo had that to hold onto, at least.� But that didn�t mean he couldn�t restore some
of the monk�s dignity.� Gojyo kneeled
down and tugged Sanzo�s jeans to his waistline, and even buttoned them.� He gave Sanzo�s stomach a pat, and risked a
glance up under the fringe of yellow-white bangs.

Sanzo spotted his stare and
pulled up his chin.� �Are you going to
untie me now?�

�Um,� Gojyo said.� He supposed he ought to.� First, though, he was going to pull up his
own jeans and put on his jacket.� He did
that.� Then he decided he was going to
stand by the door, and cut Sanzo�s ties with the blade on the shakou-jou at its fullest extension.

Sanzo seemed to read his
mind.� �Don�t even think about running
away.�

�I wasn�t!� Gojyo lied.� And to prove his own courage, shitloads of which he�d seemed to have twenty minutes ago
and none of which he had now, he walked around the other side of the wooden
pillar to loosen the ties.� He noticed,
then, the splinters in the wood, and the way Sanzo�s wrists had been rubbed raw
against it, skin red and bleeding slightly.�
Shit.� Gojyo pulled out the last knot.

Sanzo merely stepped forward
one or two paces, moaning as he brought his arms forward and rubbed at his
wrists.� Gojyo hung back, shaking just a
little.

Crack!� Sanzo�s fist hitting his jaw was more of a
surprise to Gojyo than he�d thought it would be.� He fell back on his ass and waited for the
rest of the blows to fall.� Then he
looked up when they didn�t.

Now Sanzo was pacing a bit,
rubbing his knuckles as well as his wrists.�

�I guess I deserved that,�
Gojyo said.

�Like fuck you did.� Tch,� Sanzo said, and shook his head.�

Man, Gojyo was getting off
easy.� So that�s what Sanzo liked.� Gojyo had enjoyed
the whole episode immensely, and had fully expected the punishment to meet the
absolute bliss of being all over Sanzo like that.� Shit,
he loved that man.� He would invest in
handcuffs.� �Don�t tell Hakkai.�

�How stupid are you, that you
might possibly think that I would ever tell Hakkai something like that.�

Gojyo just shrugged, and let
the bliss steal through his veins all over again.� He smiled a moron�s smile up at Sanzo.

�Tch,�
Sanzo said.�
�Got any smokes?� Mine were left
in the room.�

�Uh, yeah.� �Course,� Gojyo
said, somewhat stupidly.� He pulled his
pack out of his jacket pocket, stuck two in his mouth and lit them both at
once, then proffered one to Sanzo.

Sanzo took the smoke without
words and shoved it between his lips.� He
inhaled, and blew smoke out his nose with a look that might have reached
Gojyo�s level of blissful.� Then he
walked over and opened the door where the cretins were stored, and looked
in.� �Didn�t even tie them up, idiot,� he
said, then closed the closet and kicked it, and stomped out of the room.� He called back without looking, �get cleaned
up, and then you can tell me where Hakkai and Goku
are.�

�Yes, sir,�
Gojyo said, and giggled like an idiot girl.

***

The tobacco smoke was like a
wind sent from Nirvana, coiling through Sanzo�s lungs, relaxing every nerve in
his body.� He stood outside and breathed
only smoke for a whole minute before looking down and realizing that he needed
to clean up as well.� Nobody ever said
gay love wasn�t messy.� Shit.

He dunked his hand in a
nearby rainwater bucket and splashed his arms.�
It was a cool morning but his temperature was up, cheeks hot like he was
sitting next to a campfire.� So he
splashed his face for good measure.� His
shirt and jeans would have to wait; he didn�t want anything to look more
suspicious than it already did.� And wet
spots would definitely look suspicious.�
He straightened his robe and looked up and down the street, getting his
bearings.� He refused to think about what
had happened.

It was difficult not to,
though.� And his legs were still a bit
jelly-like and his ass still hurt.� What
the hell had the damned idiot kappa been thinking, executing a
ravishment without being prepared?�
Next time, Sanzo would be sure to-- well,
except there wasn�t going to be a
next time.

Tch, Sanzo said to himself, boot grinding the cigarette filter
into the cobbles under his feet.� At
least his hangover was gone, anyway.� He
could try to forget what Gojyo had done-- what he had
allowed Gojyo to do.�
How he�d completely lost it, how completely he�d been able to enjoy
it.� Helpless, but
unafraid.� Gratified and yet
unnerved.� It was a mixture of emotions
he wasn�t used to feeling.� He hadn�t known what he wanted until it was
handed to him.

He decided he didn�t want to
wait for Gojyo after all.� He started walking down the empty,
early-morning street, anywhere, away from that
house.� A block away he remembered that
he didn�t have any cigarettes.� Or his
card to buy smokes.� Shit.� He�d been in such a
hurry to leave escape that he hadn�t
even searched the three An-brothers-or-whatever for his possessions.�

He�d have to go back.� To the
place-he-wanted-to-forget.

�Sanzo!� Sanzo!�

He turned around.� It was Goku,
tearing down the street at him, wearing one of his hugest, dopiest smiles.�

�Hmph,�
Sanzo greeted him.

�Sanzo!�� Goku caught up with
him and started to grab at the sleeve of Sanzo�s
robe, then stopped and just bounced back and forth on his heels.� �Sanzo, where were
you?� What happened?� We�ve been looking for you!� I haven�t even had breakfast yet!�

�Worried about your stomach,
were you?�� Sanzo
asked.� He felt almost charitable towards
the little monkey.� Probably
because he was not-Gojyo.� �Where�s Hakkai?�

�He�s coming.� I
thought he was right behind me!� I must have
outrun the Jeep.� We split up to search
for you, but then Hakkai convinced the innkeeper to
give us some more information--�

Sanzo could just bet
that Hakkai had convinced the innkeeper.� He�d probably smiled at him.

�--and it turns out that he
told us to go where we�d already sent Gojyo, so here
we are!�� Goku
was still grinning like he�d just been handed a mountain of meat buns.� �Um.� You haven�t seen Gojyo,
have you?� Um.� He was being kind of weird last night--�

�Oi,
Monkey, what took you so long?�

The subject under discussion
was shambling his way down the street toward them.� He was walking like he didn�t have a care in
the world, long-legged and supple.� Sanzo looked the other way.

�Dude, Gojyo,
what happened to your face?�

At that, Sanzo
had to turn and look.� The right side of Gojyo�s
chin was turning a lovely shade of pinkish-purple.� Sanzo smiled
inside, just a little.

�I told you not to say
�Dude,� Dude,� Gojyo said, grinning.�

Goku snickered.�
Then he looked at Sanzo.� Then he looked back at Gojyo�s
chin.� He seemed to reach a
conclusion.� �Well, if everything�s all
good, then, can we eat when Hakkai gets here?� I�m hungry!�

Gojyo ruffled the boy�s hair.� �Bottomless pit of a
monkey.�

�Perverted
water sprite!�

�Hell yeah, I am.� �He didn�t look at Sanzo
when he said it.

A familiar mechanical
rumbling noise made them all turn.� And
there were the last two members of Sanzo�s little
party, tooling down the street.

�Hello Sanzo.� I�m glad to see you�re safe,� Hakkai said when they pulled up.� He looked at the others.� �You�ll need to put something on that chin, Gojyo, or it will only get worse.�� If he thought anything else, he didn�t say
it.� Good
old sensible Hakkai.

It turned out that Hakkai had
nipped downstairs to get food when Sanzo had been taken.� And hadn�t worried right away, because, well,
Sanzo did what Sanzo
wanted.� Hakkai
didn�t apologize too profusely and didn�t need to, because he had in his safe
possession the Maten scripture and Sanzo�s gun and
smokes and credit card, among other things.�
Gojyo and Sanzo
updated Hakkai on the situation with the three
attackers.

�They said something about youkai wanting the scripture,� Sanzo
told him.�

�Same old, same old,� Gojyo said.

Hakkai looked thoughtful.�
�What do you want to do?�

Sanzo thought about it.�
For about half a second.

�Get the hell out of here,� he said.� �Now.�

�But it�s two days to the
next town and we�ve been running around all morning and we haven�t had
breakfast and I�m hungry!� Goku whined.

Hakkai gave Sanzo the look, that let�s-be-reasonable-look.� �Shouldn�t we at least shop for some supplies
first?� If we�re going
to camp out?�

The jeep made a small kyuu noise.

�Please please
please?� Goku said, squeezing
his hands together and flashing puppy-eyes in Sanzo�s
direction.

�Aren�t you about out of
smokes?� Gojyo said.

Sanzo was outvoted.� When had this ikkou
become a democracy? he wondered.� For not the first time,
lately.

�Fine.�� He handed Hakkai his gold card.�
�Get me a carton of smokes.�

Goku jumped up and down again.� �I�ll go with you to help you pick out the
food, Hakkai!�

And they were off in the
Jeep.� Leaving Sanzo and Gojyo alone together,
again.� A new turn of events which
had been repeating itself a lot, lately.

But Gojyo
didn�t start any of his usual shit.� He
just leaned against the wall, one knee bent with his
foot flat against it, and lit a smoke.�
So Sanzo did the same.� They smoked in silence for a few almost companionable
minutes.

After a while Gojyo turned to look at him.� Sanzo waited for
the idiocy to start.� He seriously was
not in the mood for any crap.

But the look on Gojyo�s face was strange; it was one that Sanzo couldn�t read.�
It was untinged with Gojyo�s
usual smugness or confusion, perhaps a bit questioning but otherwise
inscrutable.� It wasn�t a look Sanzo was used to seeing on Gojyo.� In fact, Sanzo
found himself curious to find out what Gojyo had to say.� Another new turn of events.

But Gojyo didn�t speak, just
looked at Sanzo.�
And Sanzo looked back at him.

Sanzo wanted to say, what?� But he didn�t.

Gojyo never asked the question, just blew smoke and then
turned to stare straight ahead once more.

Tch, Sanzo said under his breath, and lit another cigarette.

Then Gojyo
kicked off from the wall.� �I gotta go pick something up,� he said, and walked off down
the street without another word.�

Sanzo just watched him go.

FINIS

Thanks for reading!� Any and all comments are appreciated, good or
bad-- I can take it.� This is only my
second Saiyuki fic (my
first that wasn�t crack) and so I welcome your thoughts on the situation,
characterizations, etc.� :)
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