Notes: Oh, the plot thickens in this chapter! I am DYING for feedback, so hook me up or I'll be sad ;) I haven't kept a regular fic going in a LONG TIME! How crazy is this shit? YAY!
The Fight to Save Ourselves
By Emmy
Part Two
Goyjo awakened to his head pounding louder than a heavy metal rock concert. He knew what time it was because; unfortunately, he had set his alarm for an ungodly hour.
"Fucking seven thirty?" He groaned and attempted to stand. A wave of nausea hit him like a typhoon. "There is no way…"
Trying to make sense of what was even going on, Goyjo plopped himself down his dining room table, lighting a cigarette. He noticed three things: one - he smelled like sweat and cheap perfume, two – he was so ridiculously hung over he couldn't remember half of what happened last night, and three – he was in desperate need of a shower.
He sucked in the rest of the cigarette as he started the shower, feeling the temperature apprehensively to whether or not the water would scald him. From chilly, to just right, Goyjo killed the smoke and hopped in. But water wasn't making him feel any better.
After all, he was still hung over, and it was still seven thirty in the fucking morning.
The actual reason he was up so early didn't hit him until he was done with his shower, and then his pace was maddening. "Shit! I totally forgot about Sanzo!" He dug through his closet, grabbed a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved tee and ran for his car. He had one shoe on, the other barely hanging on, and a piece of toast in his mouth.
In a car ride, a few wrong turns and three cigarettes, Goyjo arrived at a tall building. He looked around at the elevator and clicked on floor seven. It didn't seem like it would be an apartment complex, it resembled a hotel, more of less. But he didn't think much of it, since it was the city.
Two other men entered the elevator with him, pressing floor four and six. Goyjo casually looked them over; one was in a business suit with gelled back hair, and the other was holding a baby. What a random ground, crowded in the same place as they traveled upward. The redhead also added to the mix, wearing a ratty pair of jeans and a band tee layered over a white shirt. It seemed like an eternity until they got off. The time that passed between floors six and seven was unbearable, but accomplished as the man hopped off the elevator.
He wandered down a hall until he reached 712.
With a casual knock, a pause, and three more, Goyjo's anticipation was starting to build. A moment later, the blonde he had expected opened the door and ushered Goyjo in. Since people watching was his thing today, he gave him a once-over, noticing his jeans, rolled up sleeves and … an apron?
"Making cookies, or something?" A smart comment came from the redhead.
"No, it's just primer."
"Primer? Oh yeah, you mentioned you were a painter, huh. Working on a piece so early in the morning? I always thought that, like, freelance painters would keep their own hours. Why not sleep in?" Goyjo took off his shoes by stepping on the heels.
"I'm always up this early. Besides, I paint in the morning so my mind isn't overflowing with ideas at night which would keep me awake. Want some coffee? You look like you were hit by a truck." Sanzo's comment was a match for Goyjo's hung-over sarcasm.
"Yeah... tell me about it. Sure, hook me up, although I'm not sure coffee will work."
"You were trashed when I saw you last night. I'm surprised you made it without drowning in your own vomit." The blonde turned away for a few seconds to pour the both of them a cup of the hot brown beverage.
"That's not very cheerful. For being up this early, you don't seem like a morning person, ya know that?" Goyjo helped himself and sat down on one of the bar stools against the counter.
"Here." He slid the cup across the wood counter top.
"So what's going on, why did you want me here to early?" The comment was nonchalant in nature, but a burning question Goyjo had from the previous night.
With coffee in hand, Sanzo walked into the living room. "You're going to help me with my project."
"What the hell? I can't fucking paint! I'll ruin the damn thing."
Sanzo clicked his tongue in mild annoyance. He was surprised the other man could be so obnoxiously loud with such a hangover. "You're not touching the piece, I need you to model."
Goyjo nearly sip out his coffee. "Model? Me?!"
"Did I mumble?"
The redhead jumped to his feet and walked over. "That's all? I thought you wanted to see me for real."
"What's fake about this? I started this painting last week because I couldn't stop thinking about you, and I thought if I got rid of your image in my head I could just leave our one night stand as is." His voice was so calm, as he crossed his arms.
"Aww, that's almost romantic." Goyjo chuckled.
"I can't afford to pay you cash. But if there's anything else I can do for you, just say it-"
"Sex."
The answer was plain and simple, but half of Sanzo expected it. It was the other man who had dropped everything with a woman to be with him. It seemed like the hesitated longing had been mutual. But to be so blunt about it impressed the blonde.
The man continued, "But before anything happens, I want a down payment. When you showed up, the bitch left, so you owe me one."
Sanzo smirked. "You think getting laid here is that easy?"
"Do you want a massage? Dinner? Last time I knew, though, you didn't give a rat's ass about foreplay." Goyjo chuckled back, advancing towards the man.
"I'm not a woman. But even so, sex so early in the morning isn't my cup of tea. And besides, if you get another taste and become satisfied, I'm out a model. I need to keep you around before that." Sanzo's statement was calm, but with those words he grabbed the other man and kissed him feverishly.
Goyjo moaned against the blondes touch, but let out a small yelp when the man's hands grabbed his arms aggressively.
"What's wrong?"
"Sorry, I got in a fight the other day and smacked something." He said pathetically.
"On your elbow?" Sanzo raised an eyebrow.
"Don't worry about that now." Goyjo pulled away from Sanzo's grip and wrapped his own arms around the man's neck. His lips were hot as Sanzo's tongue traced and pried them open. His wandering hands made their way down to his lover's ass with firmly squeezed the tight globes.
Sanzo pulled away abruptly. "Now let's get painting."
"Hey! You can't do that to me!"
Sanzo raised an eyebrow. "I already told you my conditions. After a day of work, I'll fuck you as hard as you want tonight, but I need to get some work done. Take off your shirt." He pulled Goyjo to the couch in front of his easel.
Goyjo blushed but shook his head. "Can't you do my face or something first? I don't want to tempt you too badly before tonight. You said you needed to get work done. Besides," he took a deep breath, "I have some bruises I want to heal over before you paint it."
The blonde didn't know what to say, but nodded. If that's what his model said, it had no choice. And besides, the man might be right. It'd be too tempting to work with such a hot, half-naked man in front of him. "Whatever."
Goyjo sat down and looked around the room curiously. "Go ahead and paint me."
"I can't paint you like that, looking like a douche just sitting there."
"How do you want me to sit?"
"You're really not good at this at all." Sanzo groaned and scooted his stool out. "This is going to be a long day."
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With facial shading, the beginning of layers for the man's fiery main, Sanzo was about to call it a day after dinner and some small touch-ups. The sun was setting, and since he was getting so much done, he had forgotten all about lunch. He was surprised the other man didn't give him all sorts of attitude about it. But that wasn't too surprising, since the man had fallen asleep over an hour ago. Sanzo couldn't complain, however, since his pose didn't change and it was the outline of his body he was beginning to work on.
He set his paints down and almost laughed as the redhead jerked awake.
"Aw, fuck! Sorry about sleeping on ya..." He was slightly embarrassed.
Sanzo shrugged and reached in his closet to grab a coat. "Want to join me for dinner?"
Goyjo smirked. "Is the foreplay beginning?"
"Take it whatever way you want. You haven't eating in over eight hours."
As if on cue, Goyjo's stomach roared. "Oh..." He laughed. "I didn't even notice."
"Let's go."
"Where are we headed?"
"A sandwich joint. I don't feel like eating a heavy meal. When I paint I prefer not to feel heavy." Sanzo's words were so simple, but Goyjo did a double take.
"You're still going to paint tonight? Does that mean you still need me? Jesus! I thought if you got up early, you'd at least be able to call it a night early. I mean, you were always at the bar's at night. When do you call it quits?" Goyjo grabbed his coat and walked out of the apartment a little ahead of Sanzo, who locked the door.
"It's early. I was usually at the bars around eleven."
Goyjo nodded. "Yeah... Wanna go to the bar tonight?"
"That depends," Sanzo starts. "Are you picking up a whore?"
"Yeah, I probably will. And the whore will have blonde hair and violet eyes." He winked and tapped Sanzo's ass.
"You have no shame."
"Yeah, but if I remember correctly, you don't either." Goyjo chuckled. "When am I going to get my reward, anyway?"
"We'll see how much progress we make tonight." Sanzo stated with a smart-ass tone. "You're going to work for it."
"Sounds like fun."
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A brunette casually walked around a hallway until he reached the apartment of his friend. He knocked on the door twice before reaching in his pocket and taking out the spare key. The lock stuck a little, but some sweet-talking and a push gave way into the room.
"Goyjo?" The man called out and walked through the entryway, not bothering to take off his shoes. "Are you home?"
Without a response, Hakkai began to wander. He had been told the day before that Goyjo had a CD he wanted Hakkai to pick up, and if he just came in it would be on the dresser. The only thing that left Hakkai wondering was what dresser he had been speaking of. There were three dressers in the apartment, two in the bedroom and one in the living room. But it wasn't as though Goyjo had been vague before.
The first place he looked was the living room and only managed to find a few board games and game console when he looked deeper. Moving to the bedroom could be a dangerous place. Hakkai had been known to find some embarrassing items, such as lost panties (a woman's, of course) and condoms. His focus went to the far left of the bed, where the nightstand was. Thankfully, the CD was laying there, vinyl case gleaming as the light seeping through the blinds hit it.
He grabbed the CD case, but since the note on it wasn't securely fastened, it floated off the top and into the small crack of a drawer three levels down. Hakkai had glanced at the note, which had a date and number written on it, and needed to grab it for the next day.
Grabbing the wood handle, he pulled the drawer open, and after picked up the note, froze to what he saw in the drawer.
He gritted his teeth and slammed the door, leaving the apartment in a fury.
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Sanzo and Goyjo were leaving the restaurant when Goyjo noticed his phone vibrating. He stepped into the blonde's car when he saw he had two new voicemails and seven missed calls. He did a double-take when he realized that all of them were from his friend, Hakkai.
"Something up? Sanzo asked, shifting the car from park to reverse.
"Nah, just gotta check my voicemail. I told my friend to grab a CD from my apartment today and I bet he's having a hard time finding it. He's the type of guy that can't find it even though it's in front of his face." He commented and punched in his password.
"That sounds like you." Sanzo commented and looked both ways before turning left out of the restaurant.
Both voicemails were brief, but Goyjo could tell that Hakkai was very upset. "Hey, do you mind if I give him a quick call back?"
"Go ahead."
Goyjo dialed the number, and was greeted with a sharp, "Hi."
"Hey, what's up? Did you find the CD all right?"
"Yeah, I found it. I need to talk to you now." The man's voice was so cold; Goyjo had no idea what it could have been about.
"I'm kinda in the middle of something now, what is it?" Goyjo grunted and rolled his eyes as he looked at Sanzo.
"I need to see you now. It's not a request, we need to talk."
"What the fuck, man?" Goyjo was getting exasperated. "I told you, I'm busy, what the hell is it that's so fucking importa--?!"
"I found what you hid in your drawer."
A moment of silence passed on the phone before Goyjo hissed, "What the fuck are you doing snooping around in my bedroom!?"
"It doesn't fucking matter. Get over here now."
Goyjo gritted his teeth and looked back to Sanzo apologetically, "Something came up, I'm really sorry. I'll call you about maybe hitting the bar later tonight."
The blonde raised an eyebrow. "So does that mean you want me to drive you back to your apartment?"
Goyjo took a moment to give his focus back to the phone. "Where are you now, Hakkai?"
"At my place. Get over here now." And then the man hung up.
Goyjo tucked the phone into his pocket and looked sheepishly to Sanzo. "Sorry about that... could you drop me off at the Fredrickville apartments?"
Sanzo nodded. "What did he want?"
Goyjo shrugged, but inside his mind was reeling. Why the fuck had he done that?
"He's just being a bitch. I'm really sorry, but for real, I'll call you as soon as it's done."
They arrived at the apartments in three minutes from the restaurant. Goyjo got out of the car with a "thanks," and a heart that was beginning to rise up in his throat.
Getting to the door of Hakkai's apartment was the longest minute of his life. He only knocked one and a half times before the door swung open and Hakkai pulled him inside.
"Hey-" was all Goyjo could get out before the brunette grabbed his collar and shoved him into the room.
"What the fuck are you doing with this?!" Hakkai grabbed the bag he has taken from Goyjo's room full of drugs and needles and threw it down on the table.
"I-It's not what you think, all right?!" Goyjo turned his back to strut into the kitchen before Hakkai spun him around.
"You told me that you quit! How long have you been doing this?! How long have you been keeping this from me?!" His words were like daggers and Goyjo shuttered at the sound.
"I haven't been! I just had them from before and--"
Before listening to another word, Hakkai's hands grabbed around Goyjo's wrist and pulled the long sleeves up to reveal small band aides in the crease of his arm.
"Then what's this?!"
"What the fuck do you think it is?!" Goyjo snapped. "Fine, you fucking caught me! What the hell do you want me to do about?!"
Hakkai took two steps back from him and snorted in disgust. "You fucking can't get out of it. I thought you were stronger that that, Goyjo. You're just a lying coward. What do I want you to do? Think about what you need to do for yourself before being an asshole. Do you even care anymore?"
Without hesitation, Goyjo flipped his middle finger up. "No, I don't. I don't even fucking need you, Hakkai. Get off my back. It's not fucking worth dealing with all your shit anymore." He reached for the bag but before he could, a punch hit him right across his face.
The blow knocked him back, and he could feel the sting, and the instant swelling of the punch. It hurt, but it wasn't enough to keep him from his goal. He grabbed the bag and gave a final, "fuck you" before he left, slamming the door.
Hakkai stood there shaking with rage for a moment before turning his back. After all, if he wasn't going to listen or even try to care it wasn't worth it. Goyjo could dig his own grave.
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