Warning: Yaoi – lime. AU. Whoot

Fight to Save Ourselves

By Emmy

Prologue

Alone in a crowded bar, a blonde casually grinded a cigarette butt into a glass dish. His weekend hadn't been going well, his inspiration had run dry and a client was breathing down his neck for another masterpiece. Taking a sip of his liquor, something caught his eye three seats down.

A man with long red hair was surrounded by several girls shimming their breast in his face as he chuckled to himself, proud of his menagerie. Women ran their hands through his hair, over his shoulders and across his lips playfully, but none of them would be able to control the man's heart. He was a proud playboy, but he knew the last thing he was looking for was love.

"Goyjo, what do you say we leave this place?" A brunette woman whispered seductively as she ran her finger around the rim of her martini glass.

The blonde at the bar shifted in his seat before throwing down a wad of ones. He pushed out of his chair and pulled another cigarette from his pocket, lighting up once more in the bar before walking out into the humid summer night.

Goyjo chuckled and stood up nonchalantly. "I'm going to call it a night girls, I'm getting tired."

Apparently he wasn't interested at the shallowness of the women that night; he had his eye on something different. The girls frowned and huffily placed their hands on their hips.

One commented over top of another, "I'll see you later then," and "Goyjo, you said you'd stay longer!"

But without another word, he gave a wink and dug his hands into his pockets leaving.

"Nice try, girls. Goyjo hasn't been taking women home for a week," the bartender commented with a chuckle, washing a glass roughly.

One snapped back, "Who asked you?" and then the group of oversexed women dissipated into the bar, finding another man to satisfy their carnal urges that night.

Outside the club, the blonde's shoes splashed into a dirty puddle before making it across the street. He heard haughty footsteps behind him, but ignored them with ease. It wasn't until a casual, "Hey!" that he stopped and turned around.

The redhead from the bar was jogging to catch up with him.

The man smoking the cigarette kept walking until Goyjo had caught up, and was walking beside him. "Hey, I've seen you for the past week, but you're never with someone. What's so cool about Rick's that brings you out there by yourself so often?"

"I don't remember ever meeting you, why the hell do you want to know?"

"Come on, I just noticed you and thought maybe you had a dark past or something." He chuckled.

The blonde abruptly stopped and glared, "Are you trying to pick me up?"

"Is it working?"

Annoyed with this answer, the man flicked his cigarette ashes and turned his back.

"Hey, come on! There has to be some reason you're pouting in a bar getting drunk every thing with a cigarette glued to your lips, and I'm just here to help you out!" Goyjo chased after him.

"Who the fuck asked you?" Hands lashed out and pulled the redhead into an alleyway, slamming his back into a brick wall.

The glow of the passing traffic flashed onto Goyjo's face as he smiled and put his hands up. "What are you going to do with me now?"

The other man gritted his teeth and tighten his fists. "If you don't stop harassing me, I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

Goyjo licked his lips and pushed his way past the blonde and changed things up, pushing him against the wall. "That's the way I like it, rough."

The redhead's lips crushed into the others, hands restraining him by the wrist. The taste of alcohol welcomed his tongue as he teased the rim of the other man's mouth. A pain shot through Goyjo's lip as a line of blood appeared down his chin.

The man pinned against the wall narrowed his eyes and spat out, "I thought you didn't want to fuck anyone tonight."

Equally cunning, Goyjo hissed back, "Not any of those women. You, on the other hand-"

His words were cut off as the same pair of lips that rejected him earlier silenced him in a violent kiss. He broke through Goyjo's restraints and grabbed a fistful of crimson hair. "You're not all talk, are you?"

"You won't be disappointed – I can guarantee that, sexy. My place is two blocks down; you're coming even if I have to drag you there."

"Don't order me around." The blonde growled and threw his nub of a cigarette down on the wet asphalt.

Goyjo sneered. "You're going to be begging me to order you around by the end of the night."

With one more groan, the blonde followed the man the rest of the way without another word. After all, who needed to make conversation with a one night stand?

Past an entry way, staircase and a locked door laid a bed which the blonde shoved Goyjo to violently. The redhead quickly peeled off his shirt and threw the sweaty black fabric away. The man was a lot more intoxicated than what he initially thought; he could still taste the bitter alcohol in his mouth as he clumsily tore away his pants. The breathing was heavy and the kisses were red-hot as Goyjo decided he didn't want to be on the bottom any longer.

He won a victory when he pinned his currently lover down and nipped rough at his earlobe. "You're still dressed, now we can't have any of that."

The other man scoffed, "It's not my fault you're a fucking nudist."

"Hey, I was just getting down to business, and I think you're a little behind." Goyjo moved his arms from where he had the other man pinned and slid a hand down the front of the tight jeans the blonde still had on.

A small moan lit up amethyst eyes as he rocked against the hand as he was filled with the passion and inspiration he had been dying for. Who knew it would be lit from this man named Goyjo?

Irony just had a way of hitting him when he least expected it.

The sun was barely breaking through the window when the blonde got up and moved directly to put on his clothes. Goyjo was still fast sleep on his back; sprawled out and proud even in his sleep. Now that the blonde had gotten when he had come to the bar for, he could go home and paint, his mind cleared.

He grabbed his coat and swung it over his shoulder as he walked silently out the door, and left the souvenir of his name on the other man's lips.

"…Sanzo…"

End of prologue