Time To Choose
Hoshi Ayaka
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Saiyuki...I do own an imagination though.
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The lights were glowing in the windows at the inn when I finally made it back. I'd been gone a little over two hours so I figured dinner would be ready, if not over by now. I stood facing the inn finishing up the last of my cigarette. I'd had good luck at the tables but not in finding company. The women were pretty, some of them intelligent even, but none of them had green eyes. I'd had enough to drink to dull the ache in my chest, but not enough to be wasted. I wanted to keep my wits about me. I remembered too easily what had happened the last time I'd had too much to drink. I tossed my cigarette on the ground and headed in to see if I'd made it on time for dinner.
The inn was much better than the type we usually stayed in. It looked new. I could hear Goku's laughter as I walked toward the back, past the front desk. There was a nice dining room hidden behind some screens. Candles were lit throughout the room giving it a warm, cozy glow. Goku, Sanzo, and Hakkai sat at a table with several dishes of untouched food. It looked as if they had just sat down. Goku saw me and waved me over.
"Gojyo! Over here. We saved a place for you. Doesn't the food look delicious?"
I walked over to their table. The only chair left was next to Hakkai. I looked down at Hakkai who was smiling up at me.
"We just sat down Gojyo. I was afraid you wouldn't make it back before Goku ate all the food." Hakkai's voice sent ripples of pleasure through my body. The alcohol had worked against me. It might have dulled the pain, but it inflamed my desire. Damn I just wanted to go to my room now. Instead I pulled out the chair and sat down. My arm brushed against Hakkai's and I felt the electricity tingle through me. I pushed my hair from my eyes and knew dinner would last forever.
We were all digging into the food like we were starving. Even Sanzo seemed a little more relaxed and was actually eating for a change. There was laughter as Goku and Hakkai bantered back and forth. Hakaryu sat on Hakkai's shoulder and nibbled on the pieces of food Hakkai fed him in between eating his own food. I even joined in and laughed a little. It felt almost normal. I missed this. I liked the laughter, the joking, playing around. I hated to admit it, but this was my family now. Somehow, all this mess would work itself out. The group couldn't go on if it didn't.
When the food was gone I sat back in my chair and tilted it back onto two legs. I wanted a cigarette but wasn't sure if I could smoke inside a nice place like this. Sanzo wasn't smoking so I figured it would be better to take it outside.
"Thanks for dinner Hakkai, it was delicious." I could tell I surprised him. I don't think I'd said two words to him since I'd found him that night with Sanzo. He quickly regained his composure.
"You're welcome Gojyo, and thank you for saying so." The smile actually reached his eyes for once. He stood up and began clearing the table.
"I'll help, Hakkai!" Goku was on his feet piling the dishes on top of each other.
"Thank you Goku. That's very thoughtful."
The two headed to the kitchen, their arms full of dirty dishes.
I stood up slowly from my chair. Sanzo and I were still on shaky ground. There was already something unsettling about him and now this whole thing with Hakkai just made things worse. I cleared my throat before I spoke.
"I'm going to go have a smoke."
"There's a nice garden out back." Sanzo didn't even look up to speak to me. I stood there for a second looking at his hair. I sorta wished he would have looked at me. I would have enjoyed studying his violet eyes.
That thought shook me as I made my way through the back of the inn and into the garden. I wasn't sure when I'd realized that Sanzo had violet eyes. I looked up as I stepped out the backdoor. The garden that greeted me was nothing short of magnificent. There were trees of all types, some even bearing fruit, bushes, shrubs, even a small pond. Round lanterns hung from the trees and benches were scattered throughout the garden. I decided to walk to the pond first. I lit my cigarette and made my way over.
Koi the length of my arm glided through the water silently. The flip of their fins was so graceful. Looking down into that pond filled me with a sense of peace. I wondered what it would be like to glide through the water like a fish as I walked away. The garden was just begging to be explored. I wandered around smoking my cigarette and enjoying the atmosphere. Whoever had put the garden here must have been in love. It was a paradise for two lovers. My thoughts were drifting to an upleasant place as I reached the end of my cigarette. I didn't really want to go back inside the inn and find my room but I didn't want to be in a place like this that invited thoughts of love.
I sat down on a bench beneath a bright green weeping willow. Some of it's branches almost reached the ground. I'd just lit another cigarette when someone spoke behind me.
"Mind if I get a light?"
The sound of Sanzo's voice suprised me. I'd been wandering around in my own world. The thought that Sanzo may have been watching me all that time embarrassed me a little.
"Sure man." I tried to respond normally but my voice sounded funny in my ears. I cleared my throat and held out my lighter. Sanzo sat down on the bench next to me and took the lighter from my hand. He lit his cigarette quickly and inhaled slowly. I watched his long, slender fingers. Just too perfect.
Sanzo held my lighter out and I took it from him, careful not to touch him. Sanzo didn't exactly invite touch. I thought I might have liked to reach out and touch his hair. I knew it would never happen. I realized I was holding my breath and let it out slowly. I would just focus on my cigarette.
"You're being an asshole you know?"
I was shocked. Sanzo's voice was low, but he spoke quite clearly.
"Excuse me? Did you just call me an asshole?" I was not going to let this drop now that it had finally started.
"You're not even giving Hakkai a chance."
"And why should I monk?"
"Why do you care who he fucked before?"
The word "fucked" made me cringe.
"It's not about the before. He should have told me it was you."
"And why does that matter? It doesn't matter to him that you were with all those women before him."
"It's you Sanzo!" I was starting to get really angry. I didn't want to be having this conversation with Sanzo in this peaceful garden. How could I ever explain to him what I was thinking. He would just laugh at me anyway. It's not like we'd ever really got along. I stood up and angrily walked away from him. I just couldn't be near him. Sanzo got up and actually followed me.
"What are you running away from cockroach?" I stopped dead where I was.
"Say that again you bastard."
"What. Are. You. Running. From." Sanzo stopped inches from my face.
"I should kill you right now you son of a bitch."
Sanzo didn't move. I didn't move. We stood there, eyes locked, breathing heavy. I saw it coming. The damn monk was actually going to kiss me...I knew I was going to let him.
Sanzo's lips were rough on mine. I could taste his cigarettes as his mouth opened on mine. I kissed him back hard wanting him to know I wasn't going to back down, wasn't going to run. Our tongues met and he groaned. Sanzo actually groaned when he tasted me. It was an intoxicating feeling. Sanzo wanted me. I ground my hips into his, pressed the length of me to him. I kissed him hard and fast giving him no chance to take the lead. I wanted Sanzo bad.
I dropped my cigarette to the ground when it occured to me this would be my chance to actually touch Sanzo's hair. My hand went up slowly. I was actually scared. Scared to touch Sanzo when he was the one who kissed me first. The thought of knowing what his hair really felt like gave me the courage to do it. My fingers wound through the satin lengths and I knew I was completely lost to Sanzo.
"Damn you water sprite," Sanzo whispered against my lips. I growled at him and thrust my hands through his hair giving a quick tug. His head fell back and I took his mouth again. He started this and I was going to finish it. My tongue explored his mouth, greedy, strong, smooth. He tasted like life. I thought of the mantras that had passed his lips and imagined them flowing into mine. Sanzo's hands were on my hips pulling me closer to him. I don't think he realized we couldn't get any closer unless I was inside of him. The thought of being inside of Sanzo had me moaning and panting.
"Your robes you stupid monk." My voice didn't even sound like my own. I wanted his robes off but we were in a garden. I wanted privacy. It was the only thing I could think to say, my way of inviting him to my room.
"Inside." He turned as he said it. I followed him inside,past the dining room and kitchen, through the lower floor of the inn and up the stairs. Our rooms were together at the end of the hall, two on each side. Sanzo entered the last room on the right. I knew it would be mine. No way would Sanzo dirty his own sheets. I laughed out loud as I closed the door behind me.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothin' monk." I slipped my vest off, pulled the blue band from my head and began to put my hair back in a rubberband.
"Leave it." Sanzo's command made me grin.
"So you like the hair huh?"
"Shut up."
I was still grinning when Sanzo slammed his mouth onto mine. He was trying to take control. This was one time I wasn't going to let him.
I pulled my mouth away from his and grinned down at him.
"Get rid of the robes."
He began unpinning and pulling at his robes. They fell in a pool at his waist. I reached out and pushed them down over his hips. They slithered to the floor leaving him in his jeans and tight black shirt. The black sleeves on his arms had never looked so appealing. They were like a second skin. I reached out and ran my hands down his arms. I wasn't ready to touch his skin yet. I just couldn't wrap my mind around touching Sanzo's skin. His eyes flared a violent purple. They glittered in response to my touch. It was almost as if he was angry. It was enough to make me step back.
"Don't you dare," he growled at me.
That damn bastard was too good at reading people. "I'm not goin' anywhere."
I kissed him again, this time softly. I tried to take it slow even though my body was screaming for me to get into his skin. I wanted to make him want me as intensely as I wanted him. I wouldn't open my mouth to him when he tried to open to me. I kept pulling away and coming back gently, coaxing him to love me. I pulled away one last time and grinned down at him.
"Touch it."
It was Sanzo's turn to step back. My arms around his waist and hands at his back kept him from going anywhere.
"My hair."
"I knew what you meant asshole."
"Then touch it." He didn't move.
I leaned in closely to his ear and barely whispered. "What are you running away from?"
Without hesitation Sanzo's hands were in my hair pulling hard. His mouth was running over my neck, licking and sucking, leaving a trail of heat behind.
"Don't challenge me roach." He yanked down hard until I was on my knees. "You won't win."
I groaned. My hands were fumbling with his zipper trying to get it down. I couldn't move fast enough. My heart was racing, my breath was escaping from my lips in small pants. I had his zipper undone and pushed Sanzo's pants from his hips. Sanzo's cock rose hard and heavy in front of me. I wrapped my hand around him and reveled in the feel of finally touching his skin. My mouth was on his head without delay. I took my time, memorizing the feel of him in my mouth. He flooded my senses, took away all thought.
I licked and sucked him, wanting to give him pleasure. I enjoyed it. I ran my teeth gently across the top of his length. Flattened my tongue and licked the head of his cock, down the underside of him and took him back into my mouth.
"Fuck Gojyo!"
I could have laughed out loud! Sanzo said my name. Gojyo. He said it and I made him say it. I continued to suck his cock making him writhe and groan. His hands went into my hair and it felt like a full victory. I could taste the bitter saltiness of Sanzo and I knew he was getting close. I pulled away with one last lick.
I sat back on my heels and looked up at Sanzo. That black top and the sleeves had to go. Maybe if I was lucky, I'd get another chance and I would fuck him while he still had them on, but for tonite I was not missing out on the only chance I may have to feel all of him.
"Don't look so proud of yourself."
I did laugh out loud this time. I stood up and stepped toward him.
"Take it all off Sanzo."
I watched him begin to roll the sleeves down his arms. The muscles in his arms flexed and released with each downward motion. My mouth was going dry at the thought of him removing his shirt.
"Stop staring water sprite."
I grinned. Sanzo was so predictible. He would be angry, even during sex. I pulled my shirt over my head and kicked my boots off. I wanted Sanzo to take my pants off for me, but I really wasn't going to push my luck. I opted to do it myself and when I was fully naked I looked at Sanzo to see his reaction.
Sanzo stood there completely naked and I forgot all I had been thinking. He really was like the sun. His body was thin and tight, well muscled...perfect. I shouldn't have expected any less. I was giddy with excitement. I would have Sanzo tonight. I would fuck him and fuck him well. I would make him moan my name so many times I would lose track. I would be inside that high and mighty monk and he would enjoy it. I knew I had a sly smile on my lips but I just couldn't control it. I took Sanzo in my arms and almost lost it when our bodies pressed against each other.
My hands ran over Sanzo's shoulders and down his back taking the time to feel each well toned muscle. Sanzo shuddered beneath my fingertips. His hands were locked in my hair, stroking and pulling, like he'd wanted to touch it for a long time. Why was everyone always so drawn to my hair? I pulled my mouth away from his and dropped small kisses along his jaw. Sanzo's breath was in my ear sending shivers up and down my body. I kissed his neck, sucking and placing small bites until I reached his collar bone. My tongue shot out and I licked the salty sweat on his skin. Tasting Sanzo like that pushed me over the edge. I grabbed him and turned, pushing him towards the bed. Sanzo growled into my mouth. God he was so hot.
I landed on top of him in the bed. My hands were running all over his body. I couldn't get enough of the feel of his skin. Sanzo's cock rubbed against my stomach and I could feel myself at his entrance. I wanted to push inside of him so bad. I wanted to take him roughly, to possess him, wanted him to know it was me. Sanzo was reaching up to pull my head down to his.
"You going to do it cockroach?"
I could have come right them. Sanzo was actually inviting me inside. I forced my finger into his mouth, wanting him to wet it for me. His tongue swirling on my fingertips sent fire through my veins. I couldn't take it and pulled my finger away. I let it rest at his entrance, then very slowly pressed it inside him. Sanzo's moan was so deep, so clear. It was earthy, like bells ringing through my passion fogged mind. He was already ready for me.
I positioned my self. Sanzo's cock lay between our bodies. I leaned down and kissed him deeply. My tongue shoved into his mouth as my cock invaded his body. Our groans combined as one leaving a deep resounding in our mouths. I couldn't stay still. Thoughts of Sanzo filled my head driving me beyond sanity. I pushed into him, filling him over and over. Sanzo was groaning beneath me. I wanted him to say my name. Wanted to hear it come from those lips that usually heaved insults upon me. I felt for his cock between our bodies. My hand wrapped around him, my thumb worked at the head, rubbing circles slowly. Sanzo bucked beneath me and I grinned against his mouth. That was what I was looking for. His cock was twitching in my hand. He was so close.
"Shit...shit Gojyo."
I released him from my hand, but didn't stop pumping inside him. God I didn't want him to come yet, but I couldn't stop myself.
"Gojyo," Sanzo groaned beneath me again. "Fuck, Gojyo, harder."
It was my turn to groan and I pushed inside him with all the strength I had. I could feel myself twitching, feel Sanzo tightening around me.
"Fuck, Sanzo."
I felt his release spill between us. The warmth of his fluids, the sound of his panting, and the feel of Sanzo's muscles working beneath me brought me my own release. I surged inside of him and collapsed in a heap on top of him.
I could feel Sanzo trying to control his breathing. I listened to his heart beating a crazy tattoo inside his chest. My own breathing was ragged and heavy. I rolled to move off of him and stretched out on the bed beside him. My feet dangled over the edge a little. The curse of being tall. I wanted to laugh out loud. I'd just fucked Sanzo and I was thinking about my height. I chuckled quietly to myself and threw my arms over my head.
"Don't say a damn thing."
Sanzo's response just made me laugh harder. Sanzo turned his head to look at me. It was more like he examined me. I stopped laughing when my eyes met his. I'd never seen that look before. He looked at me like, like he was happy. I rolled onto my side and threw an arm over him. He surprised me by settling against me, saying nothing about my arm. I closed my eyes and smiled. I guess I had found company for the night after all.
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A/N: Was that unexpected? Unexpected, but fun! Thanks again for any input, I really appreciate everyone who takes the time to let me know what they think. More to come...
