Author's note:
Pretty fast you think? I'm quite surprised myself. Well, I promised a two part series, but unfortunately I can't. It's gonna be a three part [or maybe more]. Depends. I haven't changed the rating because, I don't think there's a need to... yet. The plot begins here. Oh look.. there is a plot!! :) Thought I was gonna just do another PWP!

[prays this fic doesn't turn out to be like a certain abandoned one]

I've turned this into a song-fic. Sweet Surrender by Sarah McLachlan. See revised version of first chapter. Just added in the beginning. Before I forget, in the first chapter, it was Sanzo's PoV. In this chapter, it's Gojyo's PoV. Third chapter.... dunno yet!

serena-san: I knew you were gonna mention the trance bit. Hahaha!! Wei, I've got the second one up... still waiting for you~ Jangan malas ler!! Just joking... I am anticipating whatever you update so, hope you get done something soon.

LN Tora: Thanks to you, the plotbunny came to me last night in a dream [exaggerating here!] and gave me something to write for today. Thanks for the review! Hope you like the other twist I've added in too :)

Disclaimer:
I don't own the characters, just the story [or at least just the words that formed the sentences].

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[I've crossed the last line
from where I can't return,
where every step I took in faith betrayed me
and led me from my home]

"Mmmph... calm down will ya! I need to get the key into the lock," I protested as he continued to nibble at my jaw ravenously, his arms around my neck pulling me closer every time I pulled away.

"Hurry up then!" he hissed into my ear, making me all the more eager get the darn door opened.

Annoyed? Well, no. I wasn't. I was in as much passion as he was, if not more. We were standing in front of my apartment door trying to get in, at least I was trying to get us in before any of my neighbors caught us by chance in this hedonistic act. It was late, or rather very early in the morning, and any suspicious disturbance in this quiet area I call my home was bound to wake the any of it's residents.

How did we end up here? one might wonder. We were having a great time, at the club. He, my sis and I. At first I regretted ever going up to him. It was Houran's fault to begin with. She dared me to, "pick up that cute hunk over there or I will!" Well, lucky for her I did otherwise she would've been disappointed or hurt. Whether fortunate or not, having Houran as a sister has it's perks. Not only do we share certain... approaches in lifestyle, we have the same preferences in men. A joke you think? ...perhaps. I worry for her safety, but I try not to show it otherwise she'd think I didn't trust her ability to take care of herself.

As she left with one of her rendezvous for the night, she also left me with him. At first I didn't know what to do. Yeah, mister jack-of-all-trades in the any department concerning flirtation but not a master as yet in striking up proper conversations. During awkward situations that is. Blondie over here saved the day however, asked if I dance. Silly question really, to ask a king of the dance floor, but I could've kissed him for saving us from the brink of a potential embarrassing moment. In an instant we were with the crowd, everyone crammed up together on the small raised wooden ground they call a dance floor. I had to agree with him, this place kinda sucked. The DJ's selection however, was pretty good.

We faced each other as we danced. Beads of sweat quickly forming on our faces due to the increase in body heat as more and more people joined in. I was more intoxicated than I was suffocating with him up close. As the crowd pushed to stay on the dance floor, the lesser the gap between us. He probably didn't notice it though. He concentrated his eyes on the floor, head bopping to the music as he swayed his hips from side to side. God, he was sexy!

Then suddenly when dark violet eyes looked up into mine... I thought it was black at first... it widened for only a fleeting moment before he smirked. Appearing as though he wanted to tell me something, I tilted my head a little lower towards him, waiting for him.

"I thought I should let you know that the bet you made earlier... you lost!" Bet? I lost? For a moment I looked up at him and frowned, trying to figure out what he meant by that.

"What?" I asked, but a second too soon before it occurred to me. The so-called bet I made up as an opening to start a conversation with him.

"I said..." he inched even closer this time, short strands of blonde tickling my cheek. Wait a minute! If I lost the bet, that means he was actually staring at me? He had put one hand behind my neck and the other around my waist, his body slightly grazing mine. I could've swore he did it on purpose as he bumped into me a couple more times just before the arm around my waist slid lower and grabbed my oh-so-toned buttocks. He continued into my now hot and likely flushed ears with a string of very familiar words, "... I was trying to tell you that I want you too!"

Subsequent to that was a big blur of many events all happening at the same time. From trying to catch my breath to trying to control the sudden burst of aching desires to trying, once again, to manage the difficultly I was having to concentrate whilst driving as his hands and lips were all over me. I had to threaten him to stop, "... or this ain't gonna last for long!"

As soon as I dealt with the unlocked door, Sanzo pushed me through it and onto the couch in the living room. The scene was definitely not a pleasant one if for example, an elderly lady happens to pass by. Front door wide open, keys and shoes scattered on the floor and two men indecently grappling one another on a three-seater. I had a reputation to keep up with in this neighborhood, and a hard time I had with this happening almost every other Friday night.

"Wait... wait! The door's open," I said breathlessly, cursing the door for existing.

"Fuck the door," he growled in objection and continued to unbutton my shirt.

"No, you can fuck the door for all I care, I'm going to close it." I slid from under him slowly, not wanting him to fall off the couch and headed for the door. Picking up the keys which I couldn't remember dropping and shoes I was amazed to find off our feet at what speed, I placed them in it's rightful area. I'm not exactly a neat freak, but I don't like a messy apartment either.

"Ugh!" came an exasperated growl. "Is this your idea of a joke? How long you planning to take?" He got up from the settee and started lurking around the apartment.

"Not long. Just gimme a minute. Nature calls," I answered calmly, wiggling my little finger at him. He rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen. "Make yourself at home," I yelled from the bathroom.

When I came out, I was faced with his back turned to me. He was absorbed in one of the more beautiful paintings I had, to notice I was sneaking up behind him. He let out a short gasp as I enclosed my arms around his waist, turning around quickly to face me. For one moment I thought I saw his eyes light up, but flickered out just as abruptly. Shifting his eyes away from mine, he pretended to look at something assumingly interesting behind me. I felt a little hurt at that, I don't know why. "Um... nice apartment," his voice quivered. I knew it was a cover up from whatever it was he hid.

"Oh yeah? You think so?" I asked as though I really valued his opinion. Well, I wasn't gonna ask him what was that all about. Besides, I don't know the guy well enough to go around poking into his business.

"No, actually I don't give a damn what your apartment looked like," he said now looking at me again, with a grin. "Just this." And with that he grabbed my ass once again, this time grinding his hip into mine more firmly. Almost forgotten hard on rubbing against now reawakened one.

"Aah... you frisky little bastard you!" I said with more delight. The burning sensation intensifying again in the lower region of my body. I chuckled quietly to myself as I thought about how unlikely it was for a person like me to meet someone as unique, in a somewhat unusual way, as him. Right from the moment we met, embarrassment on my part, to how mad I got at him for the things he accused me of being to... everything. Every minute with him was unpredictable. And I liked this new discovery very much.

"Now, where were we San-niichan?" I asked smiling deviously, but was taken aback when I saw his expression.

"Please, don't call me that!" He sounded so serious, I was afraid... I didn't want to slip up this chance with him.

"Hai, hai! My mistake. How's about... Sanzo-chan?" I asked again, dragging the 'chan' in an alluring manner. He grinned wickedly, and I laughed. Relieved that he was okay with it. But what was wrong with the first one?

"What's so funny?" question look with one raised eyebrow looking in my direction.

"You are... Sanzo-chan." I chuckled again.

I gazed into his beautiful eyes, finally noticing the brilliant amethysts that shone underneath blonde eyelashes. Like purple gems surrounded by gold. What an amazing contrast it was and ironically complimented well against the pale skin of his face. His thin lips slightly apart from the usual firmness it held, habitually scaring away anything that might dare touch them. I traced a his lips with a thumb, widening the aperture, feeling the softness of it in spite of what I previously assumed it to be. Following the line of his jaw from chin to his ear. I lowered my head to his, closing the distance between us, with a gentle peck on his lips. Small enough to continue from where we left off yet big enough to taste the sweetness it possessed.

Something in me wanted to handle him with extra care. To cherish every bit that was Sanzo. Every instant we will be spending with each other. I want this feeling to last forever. The feeling as though we were one. Two bodies and souls melded into one. My heart raced at the lack of oxygen. We broke off slowly, both of us out of breath. Catching whatever air we could to fill our empty lungs. I kissed him again. This time taking more of his lips into mine. Remnants of the sweet alcohol he had drunk earlier lingered at the corner of his lips. Licking whatever that was left and at the same time asking permission to enter the cavern.

In spite his cold outlook, everything thing about him wasn't. Each spot I touched was warm. His face, his body, his tongue. Deep beneath that frosty mask he wore, there was definitely a more tender person begging to emerge. Maybe he was waiting for something. Now wasn't the time to think about such deep matters. I was on fire, and in great passion indeed for him. I grabbed hold his hand and pulled him into my room. By the bed, we stripped. Revealing more and more skin as each piece of clothing fell to the floor. I kissed him again, more fiercely than before, and coaxed him to get onto the bed.

I stroked his bare chest, searching for the sensitive spot while working my teeth on his neck. Teasing the protruding flesh till it hardened beneath my fingers. The soft whimpers he'd made amplified the desire in me. He bucked his hips as I lapped at the swollen nipple, my hand busy working on the other one. He tightened his grip around my shoulders, pressing our exposed bodies together. The sweat clinging to him like a second skin felt cool against my heated body.

"Sanzo-chan," I whispered raggedly into his ear and he groaned louder in response. "Sanzo-chan..." I whispered again. It must've really affected him when I called out his name because each time his breathing labored. "Sanzo-chan..." the third time I called out, I needed to be in him. My arousal throbbed to enter his tightness. I needed to be in him. "... I want, I need to be in you, Sanzo-chan."

I was about to reposition myself when the arms around my neck tightened. "No..." I couldn't move, but I could feel the body beneath me hyperventilating, badly. "No... please. I... I can't!" What the fuck?

I looked up, firmly breaking away from his grip and saw something I wished I never did. Two streams of tears flowed on the sides of his face. He gasped for air, chest heaving violently. It broke my heart into a million pieces. I was frustrated, angry that he could be so selfish. But to see a fragile being beneath me, begging to be released as though I had been torturing him. I couldn't understand what was going on. He wasn't crying, but he had tears dripping from his chin as he got up from the bed. "What's going on?" I asked in confusion. "Did I do something wrong? Hey, talk to me!"

"I'm sorry... It's not your fault," he tried to say with much effort to not sound like a broken record. He reached for his pants and put them on. Grabbed the remainder of his clothes and quickly headed for the door. He looked back into the apartment, staring at me with so much pain in his eyes. Misery written all over his face, he turned and ran.

"Oi... where are you going?" I yelled for him, but he obviously wasn't gonna give me an answer. I grabbed my clothes and put them on hastily as I too made my way towards the door. "Wait, it's raining out there! Come back."

He wasn't listening. He ran out of my apartment, ran through the main entrance and out into the the stormy rain. I chased after him in the dimly lit roads, watching out for any traffic as well as obstacles in the path I followed behind him. I couldn't see where I was going. The only guide I had was his bright colored hair, bobbing through alleys and roads. I didn't know where I was, I just followed until he stopped.

He stood in the muddy grass, barefooted, in front of something I couldn't quite make out. I bent over and rested my hands on my knees, desperately trying to catch my breath. The rain pounded harshly against my back. Thunder shrieked whilst lightning struck dangerously through the darkened skies. I looked up at Sanzo again to make sure he was still there. And he was. Kneeled on the wet ground, sitting on his heels, solemnly staring at an object in front of him. The lightning struck again and this time I saw it. The outline of a tombstone.

They were in the middle of the cemetery. Fuck!

To be continued... ??

Another A/N:
So... how? Cliff hanger? Who's gravestone is that? As usual, review pls?! :)