Warnings: Yaoi(39/93; 58/85)- you have been warned! Somewhat lemonly lime but not yet entirely lemony lemon parts at the beginning. (I already placed the warning at the top of the page so I don't want to see anyone complaining that there was no warning at all!)
Oh yes, I'm so evil for leaving you with one evil cliffie in the last chappie and having you wait this long for the next chappie even if it was finished ages ago... lol. Anyways, I'm glad people still like this even if lesser people reviewed in the 2nd chappie... oh well, I just hope that people will still keep on reviewing... Btw, I seem to have forgotten to reply to the reviews in the last chappie... sorry... but thank you nonetheless
Lin: well this takes place during their senior year... I can't give you a definite age as in some countries like mine, the ages of students vary at their high school years because in some schools, they have an extra grade before high school, the 7th grade... but if I were to base it from my school, they would be 17.
Wasabii: thank you... I'm really enjoying writing this and I'm really happy that you enjoyed it as well
Shinoa Yuuki: my gawd! I saw you in the newspaper and you were so pretty... anyway, back to my reply... I don't know if I'll end the next chappie as a cliffie... maybe not /fingers crossed behind back/
Phyllis: I can make more evil or was that eviller... well whatever... more evil sounds nicer... a whole lot more evil cliffies...
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Ying Fa19: Thankies! I know Sanzo is strong but this is an AU, he doesn't fight nor have the same skills, stamina, etc. as that in the series. Here, he's an ordinary high school student, not a chain smoker monk who fights demons 24/7.
Disclaimie: If I was that rich I would've owned them by now... lol... but I'm can't be considered rich... yet...
Sanzo's Fantasies and the Love Letters
By: dream-eater-is-hungry
Sanzo's POV
I felt my heart beating faster than it should. What should I do? Should I scream? Should I push him away? These possibilities lingered in my mind. But such thoughts disappeared when I felt his lips brush onto mine. God, that felt so... so right. I don't want to admit it but, I... I liked it. And as far as I'm concerned, I wanted no, I needed more. I don't know what possessed me pull him by his collar but what is done is already done. He gave a surprised yelp and landed roughly on top of me, but I don't mind. Who wouldn't? Then, without further hesitation or second thoughts, I devoured his mouth, forcing my tongue inside. This took him by surprise but soon after, he complied. As we deepened our kiss, my tongue darted out of his mouth and I slowly let it slide over the bottom of his lower lip then lightly nipping it.(1) He gave out a low moan that he had long been suppressing.
"You liked that didn't you?" I whispered huskily. He nodded meekly in response. This made only made me smirk. "Well don't worry, there's a lot more where that came from..." I reassured him.
"Give me more then..." he murmured in my ear.
"Are you tempting me?" I shot back.
"Maybe..." he replied, flicking his tongue on my earlobe, sending shivers done my spine. From my ear, his tongue had found its way to my neck.
"Ah!" I exclaimed as I felt something nip, or rather bite me suddenly. I glared at him, silently demanding for an explanation.
"Just a love bite," he whispered, a foolish grin gracing his lips. "We wouldn't want anyone else claiming you, now would we?" he added, his hot breath tickling my skin.
Before I knew it, he was fumbling for my shirt buttons. "These," he said, "have got to go..." And soon, my face was flushing, my shirt was half opened and I found that I could no longer talk coherently, much more, say a complete and meaningful sentence. I gasped as I felt him slide his hands across my chest, while his tongue, lightly tracing the contours of my upper body. Unconsciously, my hand had found its way to his thigh. A groan escaped his lips as I slid my hand further upwards and stopped at his bottom. He gasped and turned bright red when I had suddenly squeezed his behind. I smirked smugly.
"Why you..." he said, somewhat seriously yet half jokingly, "well two can play this game..."
As I tried to figure out what he meant, he suddenly took my mouth into his, savoring his sweet taste, drowning in the depths on my carnal desires. Funny, how attraction can easily turn into lust. As the word around me seem to melt, I did not notice his hand slipping further down until I had felt him caressing me through the fabric of my slacks. At this, I felt myself my cheeks burn up and I realized that I was slowing getting aroused. I let out a moan that had been once caught in my throat. If he had a smug grin on his face, I do not know. There was only one thing that mattered to me right now. I wanted, no, needed more! I arched my hips, hoping to get more than just a few feather touches. I don't care if he was laughing at me right now. All I know is... I wanted more... I want him... I want him now...
"I want you..." I whispered, somewhat coherently, my cheeks, bright crimson.
I expected him to chuckle or to tease me, but the next thing he said puzzled me. "What's the answer, Mr. Sanzo?" He asked.
"Wha--?" I wondered. Suddenly, the infirmary, not to mention, my angel with chocolate locks started to disappear. And the classroom soon came into focus. What the fuck? What happened to my angel? Why am I in the classroom? Am I not supposed to be in the infirmary?
"Mr. Sanzo! What's the answer to the question on the board?!" the teacher half-shouted. At this, I was snapped out of his thoughts, not to mention, my fantasies, and was abruptly brought back into reality.
I looked around my surroundings and was surprised to see that everyone was looking at me with puzzled looks. Then, my eyes had laid on him and my face immediately heated up.
"Mr. Sanzo, Stop day dreaming and answer my question," the teacher exclaimed, obviously irritated by my lack of attentiveness.
Day dreaming huh? So it was all a dream? It wasn't true? But it seemed so real... Not to mention a whole lot better than what actually happened. Argh! I don't even want to recall what happened...
FLASHBACK
My eyes flew wide open when I saw what was in front of me. Never in my life, did I ever imagine, an angel, whose face barely inches, or should I say millimeters away from my face, ready to capture my lips into a kiss. I tried to jerk back and tried to avoid his touch at all costs. Suddenly, I felt myself backing up against the bed's headboard. Uh-oh! Trapped! As his succulent lips neared mine, I was tempted to just play along and pay for the usual pit of regret and self- irritation later. But as usual, my pride didn't allow it.
'Just slap him, will you?! Dammit,' my conscience tried persuading me.
'But...' I reasoned out.
'Oh! You may want to enjoy it now, but what about after? What will you do when people will find out about this incident? Do you think you can stand the teasing and stereotyping? You know how homophobic the majority is! Plus, need I remind you, you're NOT gay, remember? You're Sanzo, the self centered cold hearted STRAIGHT bastard who thinks nothing but himself. You don't want to ruin your image do you?'
'You got a point there...'
I think you can already guess what happened next. Of course, I grabbed the nearest magazine on the bedside table and immediately hit him on the head. He reflexively nursed the forming lump on his head.
"What did you do that for?" he demanded.
"You were trying to molest me, baka!" I retorted.
"I wasn't!" he defended.
"Whatever... but don't you; I repeat, don't you ever dare try that again! Ever!" I growled, giving him my deadliest glare, usually reserved for the ones on my people-whom-I-hate-and-hate-me-likewise list.
END FLASHBACK
It had already been 3 days since that incident and as far as I'm concerned, that incident was just another nightmare that's bound to be forgotten. But still, I was this close... this close to having my angel kiss me. And if it weren't for my stupid pride, I would've gotten it too. Wait... since when did he become MY angel? Bad thoughts, Sanzo, erase those kind of thoughts form your mind! Repeat after me, I am NOT gay. I am NOT gay. I am NOT gay, but why do I love a guy? So that means I'm gay? But I thought I just said I was not gay.... Whatever....
"Mr. Sanzo, for the last time! Stop dozing off in my class and answer my question!" the teacher shouted, exasperated with me by now.
"I can't help it if your class is this boring that I've already fallen asleep," I muttered as I stood up to answer the damned question on the board and make my miserable teacher happy... for once.
Goku's POV
I tried my best to concentrate in class. But I just found it hard to do so. Why? Simple, because I can't help but fantasize about what would've happened if Sanzo didn't hit me on my head with a magazine in the infirmary 3 days ago.
"Come on Goku, concentrate!" I tried telling myself. But seriously, sometimes my mind has legs of its own. It wanders around like crazy!
Just as I was seriously ready to listen to the old coot being that our teacher, I heard him exclaim out loud, making me jump in my seat.
"Mr. Sanzo! What's the answer to the question on the board?!"
I breathed out a sigh of relief. That was close. I thought he was going to reprimand me. I turned to look at Sanzo. Then for a brief moment, our gazes locked. Immediately, my face flustered. I turned away from him, hoping that he did not see me blushing like hell. God, I wish I just had enough courage to tell him how I feel but after that incident at the infirmary, I've suddenly lost confidence. What if he doesn't like me back? I'd rather spend my entire life keeping all these feelings inside rather than telling it all then juts get rejected in the end.
"What did you say?!" the teacher demanded, again making me jump for the second time today.
"Whatever..." Sanzo replied as he answered the question on the board.
At this, the teacher fumed. "Detention for you Mr. Sanzo" he half- screamed in anger.
"At what grounds?" Sanzo challenged, glaring at the said teacher.
I saw our teacher flinch under his glare but quickly regained his composure. "For disrespecting authority," he replied.
"Ch" was Sanzo's only reply.
Gojyo's POV:
This is sweet! This is just too good to be true. That blond bastard is having detention this afternoon. Kami-sama must be on our side in this crazy plan. You see, our plan involved Sanzo being in detention for it to work. So I was planning to fake an offense making those old coots think that it was his doing so that he'll get detention. But it looks like I don't have to waste the extra effort anymore. This is going to be one hell of a day for Goku's dearest Sanzo.
I sighed. The things I do for the happiness of my friend. And now that everything's settled: the letters already stashed, the shirt and Homura all taken care of, all we need now is a hell of good luck that everything will go as planned.
I leaned back in chair while the babbling coot in front continued rambling about equilibrium and torque(2) and all that nonsense that'll never serve purpose in my life. I surveyed the classroom and for some reason, my gaze fell on Cho Hakkai. I immediately felt my face heat up. I suddenly felt guilty for having him write a hundred different love letters, all hand written. Maybe I should you know treat him to dinner or something... Yeah right! Like I'll get enough courage to go right up to him and just say: "Hey Hakkai, I'm really sorry for making you suffer, mind if you go out to dinner with me, you know like a date or something 'coz god, Hakkai, I really love I mean, like you and all that..." As if! I'm not that forward you know! I know! Maybe if I write him a lov-, a letter. But he might feel awkward if I tell just tell him how I feel. Plus, he might reject me. Sha always-gets-his-girls Gojyo, getting rejected? That'll be the worst humiliation in my life. But what if I don't write whom it's from, like an anonymous letter from a secret admirer. Yeah... that could work.
I took out a clean sheet of paper and fished out my favorite red fountain pen.
Dear Hakkai...
Hakkai's POV
Kami-sama help me, I think my hands are going to fall off. Why, you ask? I don't know, maybe because a certain hot and utterly irresistible red-head with whom I'm conspiring with, asked me to write a hundred, I repeat a hundred different love letters all addressed to Goku. And to top it all of, he wanted it all handwritten! The nerve of that guy!
'You're pissed off by him and yet you call him hot and utterly irresistible... o-kay' my conscience commented.
'Oh just shut up will you?' I retorted, 'I can't help it if I find him attractive and feel such irritation for him at the same time!'
'Ah, a classic case of "you-hate-the-ones-you-love"...'
I felt my face flush at that statement. 'Who said that I loved him? I just find him attractive that's all!' I defended.
'As if! It's all the same, attraction then leads to a puppy love which can then develop into something more passionate called true love... I've seen it happen and there's no denying it... you're in love...'
'I am seriously watching too much sappy movies that it's seriously damaging my brain and leading my conscience to think I'm in love with that guy!'
'Fine, fine, you're in denial... you'll get pass through that stage... But there's no mistaking it, you're in love and if I remember correctly you wrote him a love letter... and you were dreaming about him last night...'
'Right now, I am pretending that you don't exist and that I didn't hear a word you said.'
Goku's POV
Minutes seemed to tick by slowly. I watched the clock with such intensity that I think I could've already burned holes in it, but finally just as my eyes were about to hurt from the strain, the bell had rung. Finally! I didn't think I could spend one more minute in that classroom with the old coot babbling about equilibrium, something I know will be utterly useless in the years to come. I quickly gathered my belongings and left the classroom. My next and last class for the day is English, same as Sanzo. Funny isn't it? For some crazy coincidence, Sanzo and I have exactly the same schedule. I guess I'm lucky. I get to see my Sanzo the whole day every five school days a week. I approached my locked and started imputing the combination. The lock clicked open and as I opened its door, my eyes grew wide. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor, with a pile of letters, love letters I presume from the hearts drawn on the envelope, on top of me and more of them still falling out from my locker. I stuck my head from the mountain of mail that I was currently buried under. I heard giggles and snickers from all around. As I turned to look at the crowd that had formed around me, I caught sight of Sanzo and I immediately flushed. Then I saw it. Although he was trying to control it, I could tell by his colder-than-usual glare that he was really pissed off.
Uh-oh, this is not good. I could feel his cold gaze piercing me. I swallowed a lump that had formed in my throat. What to do? What to do?
But before I can make a decision, he started to walk away. I quickly jumped up and grabbed his wrist.
"Sanzo...I can explain" I started, finding the right words to explain the incident just a few minutes ago. But try as I might to rack my brain, I couldn't find any possible excuse.
"Don't bother," he snapped, harshly pulling his wrist from my grasp, "why should I care about your love life, baka..." And with that he turned away.
I hung my head. I was angry at myself; incensed that I chose a locker situated just some yards outside the English classroom and also for the reason that we coincidentally had the exact same classes all at the same timeslots.
(T.B.C.)
(1) It's one of a guy's 9 pleasure points... don't ask me if it's true 'coz I just came across an article on this while I was skimming through a Cosmopolitan magazine in my aunt's clinic.
(2) It's part of physics. I purposely chose this because in our school, you take up Physics in the senior year and in this AA(though it doesn't state anywhere in my fic) they're in 4th year hihg school.
A/N: Another one of my favorite lines: "Plus, need I remind you, you're NOT gay, remember? You're Sanzo, the self centered cold hearted STRAIGHT bastard who thinks nothing but himself. You don't want to ruin your image do you?"
I like this one too: Repeat after me, I am NOT gay. I am NOT gay. I am NOT gay, but why do I love a guy? So that means I'm gay? But I thought I just said I was not gay....
Gawd, how I adore those two lines....