The Second Installment of Heaven Help Us by Broke Ass
I don't own Saiyuki. However, I do own a lot of Saiyuki Merchandise. Dakara, I do own Saiyuki. It was my money. Damn it.
Sanzo awoke the next morning in a lavish bed. Not his bed. He sat up, very groggy from the day before, but that was gone with a few blinks of his eyes. He suddenly remembered everything. Like a twig snapping, he quickly looked around, searching for his robes and lectern. Once he spotted them, folded by his side, in a vacant side of the bed, he calmed down.
He looked around him; the bed was at least a king size with black cotton sheets. The bed frame was a black lacquered, Chinese frame. No surprise. He then noticed that the headboard had . . . chains? Sanzo lifted one of the chains, " the hell?", he muttered. Whoever owned this bed was probably a bondage freak. He then noticed a matching comparison of the bed with the other room furniture. There was modest wooden desk, with a matching chair, and a giant black lacquered, Chinese wardrobe. The curtains were white linen, those of which swayed with the open windows. There was striking realization: Instead of the room being made from plaster or wood, it was carved from the mountainside. He'd heard of the famous cave homes of the rural Chinese deserts. He just never imagined waking up in one! The home was compiled of a large main room and one door. There were splinters of light coming through the gaps of the wooden door. It could have been noon.
Sanzo slid off the bed and stood on the floor, checking himself. He was in his black uniform body suit, with his apron-like skirt. Everything seemed to be in order. Except, he had a pounding headache from dehydration. "Damn it." He had to find water, and that meant leaving the room. He wouldn't want to run into the man, whom obviously took him home. He grimaced, " fuck it." He decided he'd fuck this guy up if he tried anything . . . Anything else, that was. With determination that could kill a bull, Sanzo pushed the door open and shielded his eyes from the glare of the sun.
After the initial white beam, Sanzo's vision corrected itself. He squinted hard for a moment, and then caught an image of the one thing that brought him here. The stranger was bathing himself in a bath basin of limited proportions. He stood in a foot of water, scrubbing his shoulder, his back was away from Sanzo. The Chinese man didn't really seem to care whom was watching him. Hell, if anyone did it would be the best part of his day. The sudsy water flowed down his muscular shoulders, the tan skin becoming a shining spectacle to rival the sun. The tan was so deep, yet he remained a cinnamon color. The enigma's body was quite impressive; Sanzo found himself staring at it. The body was well formed and seemed to be the healthiest he'd seen in a while. The famines were affecting so much of the people, and it was a mystery how this guy was buff. The man bent down to grip a bucket full of water, making Sanzo's mind become a haze. He should have peered out the window first. Perhaps, he could have avoided this. The man then poured the bucket's contents directly over his head.
Sanzo trudged backward, trying to get back into the house. Instead, he slammed against the door, back first. The sexy man looked at him and smiled, "Good morning. Didn't expect you to—" Sanzo froze in terror, in his awkward position. The man paused, frowning in confusion," Everything okay?" The man and Sanzo stared at each other, both betraying their thoughts with facial expressions. "He's pretty cute. Probably not a fag like me. Shit, he's probably never seen any guy naked. Always the cute ones. We'll just have to change that." The stranger thought, water was dripping from his hair. Sanzo swallowed, he licked his lips, " I don't know who you are, but where am I?" The Priest wasn't in the mood for guessing. The man set the bucket down and walked over to a nearby clothesline. He selected a blue towel and wrapped it around his waist. Hiding his ass and family jewels once again. He wringed his hair and spoke, " Well. You're about a few miles from the club. The nearest town is about a 3 hour drive from here." Sanzo blinked, how long was he on that road? The man looked back to Sanzo, " Are you hungry?" Sanzo tried to give his poker face, though the man was a fucking work of art. The Holy Man was reduced to a sort of pout and a juvenile blush. "That can wait. What direction is town," Sanzo bit out. The stranger shrugged and sighed, " that way." He pointed to the other side of the desert basin. " You might want to work on that attitude. It's not really appreciated."
Sanzo's blood boiled, " I don't care if it's appreciated!" The stranger smirked, " you don't?" Sanzo folded his arms and stepped away from the closed door. The taller man grimaced, " If you weren't here with me, anyone could have robbed you or worse." Sanzo was sick of this man invading his space. "Who gives a shit," Sanzo growled," I've been in worse trouble. I'm not going to do what some queer tells me! I can take care of myself." The man stared hard at Sanzo, " The next town is 113 miles from here. You can walk." Sanzo was surprised, this man wasn't going to punch him? It was true, so far. This man was putting up with Sanzo's mood. Even if, he did express displeasure of his hostility, Sanzo was unharmed. Though, looking at the man's expression, he knew he was pushing it. There was something oddly familiar. The man walked forward and stood a foot away from Sanzo. Sanzo flushed, trying not to look into his eyes. Why couldn't he just stare, like usual? What made it so difficult to show him to back off, with his glare? People usually feared and isolated Sanzo. It was almost custom to fear his anger. Maybe, the man had no idea who he was. The man's presence was silent and making him feel uncomfortable, he finally shot him a glare. To his immediate surprise, Sanzo found a pair of disappointed eyes glaring back into his own.
He turned away, staring at the ground, " What do you want from me? Why'd you bring me here?" The man's expression changed from a reproachable glare, to a softened to a stare of irritation. The man sighed, his breath giving Sanzo a chill, causing an uncontrolable flush of red come to his cheeks. No one had ever been this close to him, voluntarily. "What I want doesn't matter anymore. I thought I liked you, but it seems that you have some deep issues with trust. I'm not going to waste my time with a hetero who doesn't even know me. You wouldn't even give me a chance! Treating me like I was a terrible ghost or something." He grabbed Sanzo's chin and forced him to look into his eyes. Sanzo stared, wishing his gun was closer. The man continued, but in a softer voice, "The fact is that there are real ghosts in this desert. The only reason I live out here is for peace and quiet. No one ever visits out here, they consider it a death trap."
"Now. We can either get along, or you can stomp your way back to town. Good luck, too. I'm the only one who knows where the water is and how to get the fuck outta here," the man concluded. There was a silence, where Sanzo finally gave in. "When will you take me back?" He blinked, staring into the man's eyes, a neutral look in his own. The man panted, " In the morning." Sanzo began to open his mouth to protest, when suddenly the stranger cupped his groin. The squeeze forced a gasp from Sanzo and sent him forward, bracing the man's upper arms, "you're hard." Sanzo panted, "so, what!" The stranger grinned, softly kneading Sanzo's clothed erection. The Holy Man squeezed his eyes shut and let out a grunt, "stop that!" The truth was that it felt really damned good. Why was this man torturing Sanzo? The man tilted the shorter man's chin, then gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He pressed his lips for what seemed like an eternity. He burned to have Sanzo, it felt deeper, though. Perhaps, it was love? Well, for now he just wanted to have the blonde calm down.
Their lips parted and Sanzo felt very dizzy. He found his feet with the help of the gorgeous man. He smiled, " You okay?" Sanzo wearily looked up, his mind spinning. He was in very bad need of more sleep. He slumped into the man's arms, immediately unconscious. " Aww. Isn't that the sweetest thing? He fainted." He picked up Sanzo with barely any effort and opened the door to his home. The man snickered, " Well. I saved your ass. The least you can do is stay for dinner." He closed the door behind them . . .
TBC R&R B A
