A/N: I do not own Saiyuki. Period. I own this fic though. Just so you know, Homura died before, right? Well, he's reincarnated too… *bursts out laughing* I know it's weird, but hey, it's just a fic, right?

And Homura's also Sanzo's *clears throat* 'good' friend… oh FINE, they've got something going on, but Sanzo soon learns to get Homura's filthy hands off him, and finds out that Goku's a much better choice…weird, ain't it? That Sanzo and Homura……ah, you get it :] No intention of making this a HomuraXSanzo fic.

Once Forgotten by real-circus

Chapter One: Alliances

Just as Sanzo was a foot away from the exit door, a sturdy arm came out of nowhere and latched itself on his slim waist. The gun was pulled out immediately, pointing at the other man's stomach within the darkness of their clothes, so that the weapon would not be seen. Sanzo scowled. "Ch. It's you," he spat. Homura brought his body closer, so that Sanzo could feel the heat coming from the man.

"What have you got for me?" he breathed into the blonde's ear.

"Information on a damn scroll." Violet eyes flashed dangerously in all their beauty. "Not something you'd be interested in, I'm sure."

"I wasn't talking about that…" the blue and gold eyes that were regarded so fearfully by others didn't scare Sanzo one bit as they glinted evilly. He crushed his arid lips on Sanzo's, and the latter did naught but stay very still. Homura broke the kiss abruptly. "I need to relieve myself…"

"Head for the little boys' then," Sanzo replied, emotionlessly.

"Good idea," Homura smirked, half-dragging the man to the nearest bathroom in uncontrollable lust. He scared the men in there away with Sanzo's gun which he'd somehow stole from and slammed the door shut, much to their curiosity.

Sanzo brought his legs up to wind themselves around Homura's waist. Their interlocked bodies crashed against the walls of the men's bathroom and found their way into a single cubicle, lips still firmly locked together in mad lust. Homura tore the material that stood in between them and rubbed his body against Sanzo's in ecstasy.

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Goku stumbled into the washroom wearily, puking out what had been alcohol a few minutes ago into the nearest sink. He held his face above it for another five minutes before throwing up more of the vile stuff. He really should have stayed at home…

He looked up into the mirror blankly, taking in his own sunken image that was staring right at him. What have I become? He rubbed the eye bags beneath the golden orbs and washed his face clean of the smell of smoke from the bar. That was when he heard it. It was faint, but audible. A groan, a low one—coming from one of the locked cubicles. Whoever that person was, he sure had a hard time relieving himself… must have been constipation.

The person inside slammed his fist against the flimsy wall of the cubicle. Whoa… what has this person been eating, man?

"Erm… are you alright in there?" Goku inquired politely, knocking softly on the door. There was silence at first, then the latch was unfastened rather hastily and a raven-haired man appeared, fuming. Goku shyly noticed a lump of discarded clothing at a corner. Another man was inside, pulling up his trousers, face the color of a rose in full bloom. It was the same man he'd bumped into tonight; Goku felt himself blush.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HERE!!!" the dark-haired man barked, shielding his lover from sight. "GET OUT! YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING, YOU HEAR?!"

"Y-Yes… s-s-sorry," the poor boy stuttered, groping around his back for the exit.

When he did leave, Homura turned to Sanzo. "Let's get back to where we left off, before we were so rudely interrupted…" his lips came to ravish Sanzo's again, but the slighter man pulled away.

"I've got to go. Business. The professor… and the scroll." Sanzo gathered up the rest of his clothes and began to leave.

"Another excuse again… when will you see that you've always been wrong?"

"I'm not wrong, Homura," Sanzo replied fiercely, adjusting his collar. "It wasn't in the job description, was it?"

"Oh, so you think this is part of your job? What is your fucking problem? If you think playing with emotions is going to get you a higher pay, think again. I know how your mind works, Genjo Sanzo. Why do you think I'm your partner?"

"I work alone. I succeed that way. I don't go seducing my partner… and set him up in the end." Sanzo picked up the gun which Homura dropped on the slippery floor.

"You're talking about me playing Zenon out, eh?" Homura tried hard to keep his cool. "Well, you were in it too… I told you everything."

Sanzo polished his gun with a velvet cloth before placing it back into his belt. "He fucking died for you, Homura," he said seriously, facing the man. "I can't imagine anyone doing that for you… I'm going now…"

Once out, Sanzo took in a deep breath. The stench from the washroom still lingered around him. What a filthy place to get fucked! And by Homura, of all people! Not that he minded in any way, of course… he and Sanzo had started off rather well in the beginning, but Sanzo was put off when Homura's previous partner was killed because of the man. After that, Sanzo became Zenon's replacement… and a little more than just Homura's friend.

If truth be told, Sanzo hated the man… hated him to bits after Zenon's death. Nothing could change that.

Smoke filled the night air again as Sanzo lifted the stick to his lips… to get rid of the foul taste of Homura's tongue in his mouth. He only did it with Homura to let him believe they were still an item… and Genjo Sanzo never resorted to such things before. It was strange for him to still cling onto his partner like some kind of lost puppy... hell, his job depended on Homura, right? Without the man, he wouldn't be standing here right now.

"Excuse me, sir…"

Sanzo looked down to meet a head of light brown hair. The boy's face was covered by his thick bangs.

"I… I was just wondering sir… if you could spare me a smoke… I'll be so grateful…"

That voice was just too familiar. Sanzo's hand reached out to chuck the boy under the chin, so that their gazes met properly. It was the boy from before. The boy whom he kept bumping into… the boy who saw him in the cubicle with Homura…

"You," Sanzo said nothing more. He was just thankful the youth came in to spoil Homura's fun. It was really fun taunting the man.

The child gulped, too afraid to release the stranger's grasp on his chin. "I—I didn't see anything, mister! I'm sorry if I—if I embarrassed you back ther--"

"What's your name, kid?" Sanzo demanded coolly, staring hard into the golden eyes, as though trying to read his thoughts.

"G-Goku, sir. Son Goku."

"Have we met before?" Sanzo inquired. That meek voice, those golden eyes, they were all too familiar. He remembered them from before, but couldn't recall anything…

"I don't believe so, sir…"

And guess who decided to come strolling out the exit like that… Homura wouldn't be very pleased to see his Sanzo standing ever so close to another like that… Sanzo grinned inwardly—it was time to end it all… with Homura… and this was the perfect opportunity to do so.

Homura stopped dead in his tracks as he watched his former lover crush his lips on the stranger's ruthlessly.

A/N: BAH! No more HomuraXSanzo!!! Haha! Too bad, Homura… and erm… sorry if Sanzo was being OOC. He had to… I mean, in this fic, he didn't have such a bad childhood, so the outcome would be different ne? Opps…sorry for the lack of HakkaiXGojyo in this chapter _ I really wanted to write it……but for the sake of updating quickly…you know….

Sorry if there were lots of errors in this chapter. I didn't have time to read it again.