The first chapter of a new series by Broke Ass . . . Heaven Help Us.
Saiyuki is a good thing. I do not own it . . . But, I'm working on it.
Part 1
Another musky afternoon brought the Sanzo group to another run-down inn. The haze of Amber Hue gave way to everyone's exhaustion. Sanzo was miffed and kept to himself, he wasn't in the best frame of mind. Gojyo had a date with his bed, instead of his prey . . . Any local woman who'd fall for his ten percent companionship and his ninety percent shag rate. Gojyo wasn't too thrilled to find a sleep-deprived Sanzo at the foot of his bed. It was bad enough that he had a thriller of a one-night-stand and little sleep to compensate. However, he was forgiving and perhaps the 'worldly monk' would be lucky enough to get laid. Gojyo paused at that thought, realizing the likelihood and snickered. The Holy Virgin would never get a piece while his sunny personality drove all away. Gojyo smelt his under arm and decided to shower, " yo. I'm gonna go clean up." He hopped out of Hakyuru and waved, half-assed, to the others. He was signaling another disappearing act. Though, to Gojyo the disappearing would take place later.
Sanzo, delirious from lack of sleep, caught himself sneering in distain in the redhead's wake. He was sick of everyone's stale routine . . . Hakkai would say that he'd go ready the rooms next. "I'll go make sure everything's in order." Yup, it was all so very boring. Next . . . "I'm hungry. Can we go somewhere to eat . . .?" Goku looked to Sanzo, making him feel even more like the cash cow that he was. "Isn't there anything he have that you haven't ate?" Sanzo muttered, he blinked at Goku's unchanged expression. He spoke too softly. Sanzo sighed, rubbing his face and turning back to face the windshield. He was really beginning to hate this life. He popped open the glove box and forked over his last Snickers bar, " you owe me, baka saru." The Monkey King gratefully accepted the semi-melted chocolate bar, his eyes gleaming with thanks and hunger. "I'm going for a walk." Sanzo slowly, stiffly got out of the green jeep. He knew he had to walk this shit off. Goku, munching on the opened candy looked to his Master, " When will you be back?" Sanzo began to light a cigarette and stared into the distance. " I don't give a shit. Maybe dawn . . ." Goku smiled, " Okay." The monkey had a lot of balls to stay loyal to a complete hard-ass, not that it was easy. Sanzo placed his lighter back into the layers of his robes. It was easy to hide a lot of stuff in them.
Soon, Sanzo, like the darkness of night, found himself wandering down the road that they came. He looked around at the dusty road and surroundings, where did the desert come from? Oh, yeah. He was too tired to notice it, coming into town. He shrugged and noticed a single building in the distance, perhaps a few kilometers down the road.
From the outside, the building was a 3 story, 1,000 foot complex. There was a neon sign and a few cars parked outside. The one car that he noticed the most was a 1997 red Camero. He stopped, dazed by the red depths as a sea of neon light poured over it. He looked up at the source of the neon, it was a sign. It read, "Your Little Secret". The cursive font and red Camero were things you'd never see in Tang Dynasty China (c.900ad). There was something else that immediately flooded his senses, the thumping pulse of subwoofers. Was this real? What was it ? He'd never seen anything like it! A few men stood outside the club, they were smoking cigarettes and caressing each other's . . . skin! Sanzo looked away, when one of the handsome men blew him a kiss. He stared at the ground, embarrassed to no end. His cheeks burnt with humiliation. No one had ever looked at him like that. He felt his trust was violated. Oddly enough, he didn't bust a cap in the guy's ass. His attention was drawn back to the thumping bass, the club beckoned . .
Once inside, he stepped into a dark world of flashing color, loud- but catching- music and a mass of bodies dancing. Well, they seemed to be grinding and dancing. Where was he? This world was full of beautiful young and older men. All of them were exuding lust or curiousity, wondering what their dance partners were going to do next. He spotted the Bar and decided to head towards it. Whatever this place was, he was never so happy to see a Bar! He approached the dimly lit area, he called out to a man in the corner, facing away from him. The semi-build man was wiping a glass clean. He paused and looked over his shoulder, shouting over the music, " What can I get you!"
A pair of steamy hazel eyes caught Sanzo's gaze, his heart was clutched. This man was taller than him by an inch or two, and had long, shaggy black hair. The world of the bass and color merged, each thump making its way up and down Sanzo's body. He watched the man turn and appoarched, slender and strong hands. His body was tan, his eyes narrow like his own, an angel? Sanzo saw an individual stud in the man's upper left earlobe. The sight made his heart skip a beat and his groin ache. Groin . . ache? He had a hard-on! Bullshit! He tried to advert his gaze from the taller man's line of vision, "Sorry, Honey! What Can I get you!" Sanzo was dazed again, if the light at the bar wasn't already red, the sexy bastard would see what he had caused! Wait, 'honey'? Sanzo looked up, about to had this guy's ass to him, when he realized . . how close . . that gorgeous face was. 10 inches was all it took, " nyaah . . " Sanzo moaned, then came to, " Gimme a beer." Why did this man have to be so god-damned-hot!
The man grinned, he knew damned well what he was doing. Sucker. The man wore a pair of black vynal pants and a black mesh shirt. A black mesh shirt that hid nothing! The man's nipples were pierced, with twin studs. Sanzo shook off the haze, the man continued, " Light, Dark, or Original?" Sanzo replied, trying to chastise himself at the same time, "Dark!" He closed his eyes and cover his face with his right hand. He growled, what was it that made him act so stupid? He breathed shakily, growling in embarrassment. Okay, if he did anything . . . Sanzo would plummet him.
Just as Sanzo found his peace of mind, he was startled by a gentle touch to his shoulder. He looked, gasping in surprise. The man's hand was on his shoulder! It was warm, calloused, strong. Could anything more happen to his doomed ass? He shot a look of fury into the man's eyes, hoping to get this bullshit over. But . . . his fury was met by cool, eyes of golden-brown. There was a pause, Sanzo felt his body sweat in tension, a knot in his stomach. He would not fall to such a man. He glared, then was surprised when the man took the neck of his beer bottle and tapped his tongue to the open mouth. A tongue stud shining. The demon was having his revenge . . Sanzo's glare fell to a look of stunned and awestruck. He reached for his beer, shaky fingers forgot what they were reaching for. The man's gaze, though calm, was intense. He knew how to peer into souls. He smirked, helping Sanzo grasp his beer bottle. The tease was very skilled, who could hate a hottie like him? "Your beer, sugar," he haughtly whispered into Sanzo's ear. Sanzo's eyes were never so wide. If the man asked for it, Sanzo would become his slave. The man had a deep, penetrating voice like Sanzo's. Is this what he sounded like? No wonder so many people stared at him . . . wanting to jump him. Sanzo stumbled away from the bar, hypnotized. He found a comfortable, vacant, couch away from the dance floor. He drank his beer and sank into the couch's soft upholstery. He was yet again becoming sleepy . . . His mind, though amnesiac to start with for the day, became blank. He was about to drift off, when a stunning revelation came to him. "Wait. A guy hit on me? "
TBC/R&R
