Thanks to my two reviewers (my two friends, dreamy and Befanini)! Without your encouragements, I don't know if I would have continue this translation... (maybe the english is too bad, or mabye it's my story... Buuuuhhhhhhh!) Anyway, here is the last chapter to this extremly hard work! (There is all the same an epilogue after it...)
Enjoy! Or not, lol!
Chapter 3
During the meal, Gojyo felt srangely abandonned. Sanzo hadn't looked at him once since he had joined them at table. Should he worry about it? He then tried to catch his attention by fighting one more time with Goku, but the monk seemed firmly determined to remain oddly calm and didn't waste his energy to call them to order. After having got their fill of food, the four young men took the direction of the stairs in order to go to their rooms.
- " Take it, it's the key of your and Goku's chamber!" Hakkaï hold out the object to Gojyo, but when this one went to take it, he was preceded by a faster hand.
- "No Hakkaï… Goku and you sleep in the same room " The voice of the priest rose in a determined way, making understand to the three others that there was no possible point. Those stared at each other in turn, with a look of disbelief. Usually, when the blond had to share his room with another person, it was with the green-eyes man and only him, giving the excuse that he couldn't bear the incessant snorings of the yokai and for the halfbreed, it was according to his statements a question of unaffinity.
- "You are sure Sanzo… I mean… " Hakkaï wanted to understand this, at the very least, unexpected decision, but the monk cut him curtly.
- "I'm tired of your accusing glance each time I Iight a smoke! As Gojyo smokes, there's no problem any more! "
- " Eh, wait a second ! I don't agree! There is no way I sleep in the same room as the corrupted monk! " The halfbreed exclaimed sharply, taken by a slight panic that he couldn't explain at the time.
- "And well, if you don't like that as much as that, you can still sleep outside, erokappa! " Sanzo replied in a sharp tone, trying to mask the fact that he had been hurt by the remark of the redhead. Refusing to discuss any longer, he took the direction of his room.
- "At least Sanzo doesn't snore, Gojyo." Hakkaï said calmy, giving a pat on the halfbreed's shoulder. This last didn't say anything and looked simply as his two companions moved forward and entered their own room. He then walked along the corridor incredibly slowly to finally reach his… and Sanzo's room.
He stopped in front of the door. Why am I so nervous all of a sudden! He shook his head as to say to himself that he was stupid. After all, it's true that more than once Hakkaï told me that the smell of tobacco disturbed him… Moreover, who would like to sleep with a monkey who makes more noise while sleeping than when he is awake! Sure of him again, he went through the door and closed it behind him.
Not for a change, Sanzo was seated at the window, a foot put on the ledge and a dangling leg in the vacuum. He contemplated the clear sky, and didn't turn his head when he heard Gojyo walk in the room. This last observed him a moment. He marvelled at the silver color that the light diffused by the moon gave to the priest's hair. This same light, made the white of his dress glowing.
The halfbreed wondered whether he were labouring under an illusion. The monk reflected so much light that he seemed unreal. It's sure, you could easily make a mistake and believe he's an angel straight fallen from the sky… If of course, he didn't open his mouth each time to utter threats worthy of the entrails of the ground.
He took then an interest in what the room offered. It was medium-sized. There were two beds next to the window, each one against an opposite wall. Near the door, there was also a chest of drawers on which a old style lamp stood. He turned his head in the opposite direction and realized that there was another door leading to the bathroom.
As Sanzo seemed to act as if he didn't exist, he decided to go to take a good hot shower to relax. He took all his time. This evening, he didn't want to annoy the priest, knowing that if he went too far, he would have to sleep out. He went out a good half an hour later, a towel wrapped up in his hair. He sat down on his bed, his back stuck to the wall and his legs tucked up in order to support his forearms.
He noted discreetly that the blond stood up to go to wash himself in his turn, still without the least word. Gojyo took his packet of Hi-lite and with his eyes looking for the lighter he had left on the window ledge. It had disappeared. He searched in his pockets and was disappointed to find them empty. He decided to wait for the priest, being sure that this one had took it with him.
He waited only fifteen minutes before hearing the latch of the bathroom's door unlock itself. He started to grind his teeth, getting ready to accuse once more the monk of being the worst egoists, when he had suddenly the breath took away by the show he witnessed. He knew that Sanzo was sexy, but there frankly, no word could have described him at this precise time without falling into vulgarity.
The blond wore only a simple white towel surrounding his waist carefully. The remainder of his body was entirely discovered, giving to see a milky skin similar to a porcelain doll under the luminosity of the star of night. Hypnotized, the halbreed observed the fine and perfectly drawn muscles which seemed to dance gracefully and with suppleness as Sanzo went through the room to lean against the wall, facing practically the halfbreed.
This one was now staring at the hair still dripping with water of the walking fantasy. His lips parted slightly as he contemplated the water drops which escaped from the point of the soaked hair, landed on the shoulders, the collarbones and the neck of the monk, to continue their race on the chest, the stomach muscles and finally the pale belly where they died, absorbed by the terry towelling, leaving of their trace only fine wet curves they had formed during their course while playing with the curves of the sculpted body worthy of a Greek statue.
It was the first time that Gojyo saw Sanzo like that, and he was completely captivated by his beauty, not even realizing that his eyes hadn't left the stripped body since this one had entered the room. The priest took his packet of Marlboro which had remained on the chest of drawers and took out a cigarette and the lighter of the halfbreed that he had simply slipped inside. He raised his eyes in the direction of the man sitting on the bed and noticed that this one held between his fingers a cigarette which claimed fire. He lit his and held out the lighter as to point it out.
- " Is it what you are looking for? " Sanzo asked with a low and cool voice. The question took back the redhead from his daydream, but he didn't dare to speak, knowing that his voice would betray his nervousness. He contented himself with waving at the other man so that he send it to him. The response to his action confused him a little.
- " I think it's better if you come here to take it…" The monk suggested with a very light smile. Gojyo didn't throw so easily and left his bed to stand hardly at a few centimetres of a Sanzo whose nacked and wet body diffused a sweet and bewitching smell of soap. He didn'y really understand why, but he knew that he had to move away. He tried to take the lighter from Sanzo's hand, but this one faster, took his wrist quickly, warning him not to escape.
At this gesture, the halbreed opened wide his blood eyes and raised them into the amethyst's, asking for an explanation. He found them abnormally dark and it wasn't only just because of the faint light of the room. Still clutching the wrist of the halfbreed, the blond inhaled one puff of tobacco, and as his friend did to him the day before, he puffed smoke into his face with patience.
Gojyo felt a shiver run through his body. His eyes questioned more attentively those of the priest, which seemed darkened more and more. He couldn't understand what they tried to tell him, or rather, he didn't want. Both men stood just like that during a long moment, as if they waited to see what was going to occur.
Suddenly, the redhead gave a machiavellian smile. Oh, I finally understand! You want I get even with you… You are too much proud to concede me only one victory! However, I'm more obstinate than you seem to believe, and as you don't leave me really the choice any more…
He put in action the rest of his thought. He pressed his hands on the priest's shoulders in order to pin him against the wall and pressed brutally his lips against his. He removed his head a few seconds afterwards with a victorious smile, seeing now the big wide eyes of the monk. He thought that he had better to leave now before finding himself with a Gruyere slice instead of a head.
He wanted to turned over, but the monk stopped him by covering cautiously with a hand the cheek, the jaw and the neck of the halfbreed, the tips of his fingers coming to tickle his nape. Then, without Gojyo had time to realize what occurred, the blond brought closer their two faces and touched lightly with his dubious lips those of the halfbreed, urging him thus to kiss him again.
The redhead, speechless, waited a moment to try to concentrate on what was happening, but when he noticed the half-closed purple eyes and the warmth emitted by Sanzo's usually pale cheeks, he felt his will fail and gently his lips found their way on the others, caressing them nicely, then more firmly. He wanted then to deep the kiss and silently asked the blond to open his mouth by running slowly his tongue on the lower lip of this last.
His brain didn't have time to register the response, that already the wet and hot tongue of Sanzo was in his mouth, sliding on the other while exploring it. Their two tongues started a long and sensual dance, looking for each others, catching, mixing, and it's exactly at the precise time he took inside of his mouth, a long, desperate, almost pleading moan that the blond let escape, that Gojyo got out of his depth with reality completely, allowing his subconscious and his emotions since too long time repressed to finally free themself.
The result wasn't disappointing! His suddenly starving body wanted to express fervently all what the half-yokai hid deep inside of him, all what he couldn't put in words in the face of the intensity of his feelings which submerged him, all what he had denied vainly and that he didn't understand. This sensation of pure satisfaction while being in the monk's arms felt too much good.
If he didn't think any more with his head, his body thought for him. His mouth had left the other's to take an interest in the ear lobe of the blond, pulling it carefully by taking it between his teeth, then went down on the monk's neck which gave in at the first touch as Sanzo tilted his head back.
The mouth of the halfbreed understood the implicit request and started to pull the sensitive skin, for then slide his tongue above in order to be forgiven by this same skin become red under the attack it was the victim. In the same time, his hands which caressed the pale shoulders, ventured now on the blond's back, wanting to learn his body entirely.
They went down to Sanzo's lower back where they stopped their race, warned by the white towel. His hands slidded then on the skin which warmed up little by little until his arms come to surround with strength the monk's waist to hold him tightly to his own body whose appetite seemed to increase at each second.
On his side, Sanzo couldn't prevent any more his body from trembling with excitation but also with fear. His inexperience in the domain made him nervous. He wanted what was happening. He had chosen the redhead for a moment now. However, a little voice that he couldn't dismiss from his toughts, racked his brains ceaselessly.
It made fun of him, telling him that he wouldn't be equal to a person whose sexual activities were like a second nature. But Sanzo wasn't of those who give up and wanted to accept the challenge. After all, it was well him who was always ready to swear that nothing nor nobody frightened him. He concentrated intensely to brush aside this annoying voice and plucked up courage.
His hands remained on the neck and in the long carmine hair until now, went down on Gojyo's burning chest, exhibited by the half-opened shirt that this one wore. Through his palm, the blond could feel the hysterical heart of the halfbreed which was pounding hard. He realized then that his own chest was in the same state and that their two breathings were loud and deep.
He thought that the redhead should also feel the immense well-being he was prone on contact with their two bodies. Shyly, he took the liberty of sliding his fingers under the fabric which became cumbersome, caressing the matt skin to the shoulders to go down again then on the long muscular arms, allowing thus the shirt to fall on the ground. He had observed many times the anatomy of the halfbreed thinking that he had really a gorgeous body, and being allowed finally to touch it was a real delight.
He realized that his wet hair dampened the clavicle and the shoulder of the halfreed, so that a water drop had formed and rolled on the brown and proud chest before slowing down on a nipple, where it waited to fall. The temptation was too strong. Hurriedly, Sanzo caught the water just before it can escape and pressed the nipple between his thirsty lips, giving birth to a strange sound between pleasure and complaint coming from Gojyo's throat.
Suddenly, he felt a broad and moist hand move away skilfully the single linen which covered his nudity for finally clutching his buttom firmly. Another hand came down on his hip and ventured right up to the top of his thigh in order to loosen sufficiently his towel so that this one land on the floor after having slided on the monk's legs. His now completely stripped body, was entirely at the mercy of the halfbreed and received his passionate caresses.
The hands burning with desire which ran down his shivering skin, took away all coherent thought from his mind little by little, such a powerful drug you cannot do without. His senses seemed weak, informing him only of the pleasure he felt. Soon he didn't hear any more the moans that both tried to hold without real conviction. The inside of his head was so white, that he didn't pay attention he was led against the edge of a bed, then lying suddenly above thanks to the assistance of expert arms and hands.
He found again the control of his thoughts when he felt a heavy weight which distributed its load carefully all over his body. It was the body of Gojyo. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but the halbreed stopped him by sealing his lips with his in a languorous kiss. He set off again as quickly as he had left there; in a world of carnal pleasures where bodies expressed well better than words.
That made a good moment now that the redhead didn't think any more. He was in a second state, not to say unconscious of what he did. His sexual urges dominated him completely and he tasted fervently the soft and perfumed skin giving of itself to him of its own free will, as a wild animal being on the point of devouring its prey which doesn't have any more the strength to fight.
While continuing on the blond's body his caresses, which became massages under the growing impatience which commanded his being, he burried his nose in Sanzo's neck in order to inhale deeply the indescribable and yet heady scent emanated from the milky skin. Hidden under the smells of soap and tobacco, he could recognize the one which was peculiar to the monk. It was a familiar and comforting smell.
He wasn't himself any more, and unable of concentrating, he continued to let his body speak for him. His blood bubbled in his veins and he vigorously pressed his body on fire against Sanzo's whose uncontrolled tremblings persisted. Mechanically, he surrounded with hispowerful arms the priest's body and started to rub himself slowly but always with force against him, as to reassuring him and telling him that all was ok.
Then he spread the monk's thighs and put down carefully his pelvisbetween. This suggestive position which hadn't been refused, increased even more the obvious excitement of Gojyo's body which required always more. His hips, which was used to find themself in such a situation, started to roll against those undressed of the blond in a rhythmical dance with firm and deep pressures and tender and patient relaxings.
This action appeared intoxicating to him. He didn't know any more how to breathe. He suffocated. He didn't even realize that he groaned now without the least restraint. Very quickly, he felt still hesitant hands reach his waist and awkward fingers try to unbutton his Jeans…
Then, the redhead met Sanzo's gaze for the first time since the beginning of their frolicking. He froze brutally, stopping by the same occasion the motions of his pelvis. He looked more attentively at the completely dilated pupils of the priest and all his thoughts were returned to him in no time at all. His entire body tensed and started to shake violently under the shock of the revelation he was the witness. It wasn't a game…
He had just understood that the dark eyes in which he was plunged, reflected simply the intense desire of Sanzo towards him and that the blond, since all this time, didn't play with him but tried to send signs to him. It's impossible, how could I be as blind as all that! He finally became aware that the man enfolded in his arms was completely naked and that he was nearly naked too.
Is this really what I want? Of course, my body would never betray me so much. He closed his eyes, hoping that that would enable him to escape from the frightening reality. He had lied to himself since so much time, that he had manage to convince himself that all his gestures towards the monk were only innocent jokes. But what a idiot I make, there was nothing innocent in all that! Without being conscious of it, I tried to catch your attention… But then why acting like that?
He could hear now his teeth knock against one another. Oh no… Don't tell me… He didn't even dare to think the remainder of his sentence so much a painful emotion closed in on him. But he finally knew that actually, he had fallen in love deeply with Sanzo, and that he had denied this fact, incapable to face this unknown feeling which, he knew it, could break him.
Suddenly, he felt a hand slip into his hair to caress them. This same hand clutched his nape in order to bring closer their two faces until their noses nearly touch. Gojyo opened again his eyelids and he couldn't explain why, but this time he panicked totaly when he met the blond's eyes again. This one wanted to kiss him to encourage him to continue. However the answer which followed immobilized him instantaneously.
- "No…" The halfbreed said softly with a voice which betrayed a state of utter confusion. On this, he stood up quickly, slipped on his shirt which had remained on the ground, put his shoes on and left the room without giving the least glance to the naked and freezed man on the bed, whose complexion had suddenly become pale, very pale, too pale…
POV Sanzo:
I have nausea… What has just occurred? Has Gojyo… left? I am cold, terribly cold… I hardly manage to feel my hands which mechanically pull up the sheets to cover my naked and neglected body, and which is prone to violent nervous jerks. I want to hide, no, to disappear completely and not think any more… If I start to think now of the reasons which make that I find myself here lonely, abandonned after having finally dared to show and give my affection, I know that I couldn't contain the sorrow and the humiliation I feel in this moment…
All that is surely a nightmare and I'm going to awake soon… Please, somebody helps me, for my moral health' sake! Oh no… I must undoubtedly have sunk pretty low, so that I call for Help. Stop! … Don't think any more! You can do it! You can do it! You can do it… You can do it? NO, it's stronger than me! I am furious! I am FURIOUS! I leave the bed brutally and give powerful punches to the concrete wall until this one is stained with the vital fluid of a dark red which escapes from my jagged skin.
I don't stop. I need to feel the physical pain to reduce the unbearable one which seizes my soul. How could you do that to me? It wasn't what you wanted? It wasn't what you wanted… The obviousness of reality freezes me on the spot and my hands don't fly into rage any more on the bloodstained wall. The fingers of my right hand have became blue. My bones are surely broken… like my heart. If you didn't feel anything for me, why did you do that? Why did you let me make myself look ridiculous?
I feel my eyes filled with tears and my vision become blurred little by little. No, no question! No question that I cry for such a jerk! What came over you to play with me like that? A tear runs on my cheek and I find unable to stop it. So, it was that! For you all this was only a game. A second tear comes down to met the first on the end of my chin. You never had the least feeling towards me… no, the truth is that you hate me at the point to make me fall into your arms for then humiliating me in front of you.
Nobody have loved me, except my Master perhaps, then why would you love me, you? I can now drink the salted water which empties in quantity, covering my entire face. I make fun about it, in any event I can't do anything about that. The invisible wound that you did to me is indescribable. I ache… The chains you patiently winded around my heart tighten so much that it could stop beating at any moment. I collapse again on the bed where we both were intertwined a few moments earlier. I can still breathe your heady scent.
You can be proud of you! You get my heart that you don't even want, Sha Gojyo.
End of POV SanzoThe next morning, Gojyo was nowhere to be found…