A/N: Yes, yes, I know what you are all thinking/whispering/screaming out to the heavens: "Holy SHIT, she updated!" I don't blame you, I'm stunned myself. No, really. (sigh) And all of you who reviewed this before and are actually going to read this chapter after that evil wait, I LOVE YOU! And I will allow to throw food at me. Go ahead! You know you want to!
Disclaimer: Nopers. Don't own them, except Tsumi.
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Chapter 2
Seventeen-year-old Genjyo Sanzo unsteadily stubbed his twentieth cigarette in his ashtray then sunk back into the chair. He was in another nameless bar in another nameless town and still wasn't any closer to finding his master's sutra. Lighting another Marlboro Red with one shaky hand, he hailed the closest waiter with the other to order another beer. He was drunk, and knew it, but he refused to show it like anyone else in the world would.
Drunken amethyst eyes met sharp gray ones as the plump waiter waddled over, his face fixed in a frown. He raised an eyebrow at the young priest, "What is it you want, boy?" he asked suspiciously. In all his years, he had never seen so young a priest, let alone one that smoked and drank. Sanzo peered up at him and simply answered, "Another beer." The waiter eyed the mountain of empty beer cans that were on the verge of collapsing and shook his head.
"I think you've had enough, priest," the waiter said dryly, preparing himself for the fight that was sure to come, "It's time for you to head home." Sanzo scowled at that but it soon melted into a smirk. "You've got some nerve to be talking to me like that," he slurred drunkenly, taking a puff of his cigarette. The waiter's eyes narrowed, "You've definitely had enough. Out."
All efforts to remain mentally sober subsided as Sanzo was overcome by drunken rage. He stood abruptly and clutched the man by the collar, his fist raised to hit. But before he could throw the punch, a slender hand covered his balled fist. "Put him down," an airy voice commanded behind him. Sanzo looked over his shoulder to tell the stranger to fuck off, but stopped mid-sentence at the sight of the man. A pale oval face bearing vibrant yellow eyes hidden under lavender hair.
Sanzo's mouth remained open and his head turned as the waiter wriggled out of his loosened grip. "Don't worry," the strange man said soothingly to the waiter who was reaching over the bar for something, "I'll take him to his room." With that he wrapped an arm around Sanzo's shoulders and escorted him out before he had any clue of what had happened.
Sanzo didn't try to break away from the taller man's grasp. He probably couldn't in the first place, the alcohol weakening him. This time he looked at him with interest. He was far too pretty to be a man and far too exotic to be human. He let himself be dragged to the other end of the inn and pushed gently inside a room. The man tossed his jacket on the dresser and shut the door slowly.
"Are you all right, priest?"
Sanzo barely heard the words. He just heard the smooth voice and saw the way his lips moved. He was looking at him strangely now, but somehow Sanzo knew he had been expecting his reaction. But, the alcohol had weakened his resolve and he overlooked that key aspect. The man smirked, the corners of his lips twitching up ever so slightly. Sanzo was enthralled by the movement.
What happened next seemed to move in slow motion. Sanzo swiftly got up and found himself pushing the man against the door, capturing his lips harshly. The other man returned the kiss in vigor, gripping his thick robes as much as he could. Their tongues fought for dominance, but then the stranger's quietly surrendered and became content simply swiping over his teeth. Sanzo desperately tried to gain some friction by rubbing against him, but the robes were too thick to make decent contact. In one quick movement, he had the other man in his arms and deposited him onto the inn bed.
The man smirked again and yanked Sanzo down for another kiss. Sanzo managed to shimmy out of his robes and discarded them onto the floor, wearing only his leather undershirt and jeans. He could still see the glimmer of amusement in his companion's yellow eyes although they were submerged in darkness. Sanzo began to wonder if this temptation he was feeling was some kind of youjutsu, but then his mind said that he couldn't care less.
The lost of leather on his chest woke him from his reverie. Sharp nails scratched down his chest, making him hiss in pleasure when they passed over a nipple. The man beneath him grunted in response and pulled him closer until Sanzo was practically inhaling all his exhales. "Fuck me," he whispered softly, stroking the shell of his ear with his tongue. Sanzo sobered at that. He didn't know how to fuck someone, let alone a guy.
Sanzo raised himself up to let the man unbutton his shirt and slip off his pants. He watched his fingers eagerly as he deftly moved from button to button. As more pale skin revealed itself, his erection pressed painfully against the fabric of his jeans. He swiftly began to unzip his pants, this task proving difficult since he was barely paying attention to what he was doing. His companion looked up at him, an amused smile gracing his lips, before moving his hands out of the way and pulling the zipper down in one fluid motion.
"Sanzo."
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Hot. Wet. Sticky. Goddammit.
Sanzo woke up to sweaty sheets, his body tossed in an awkward angle. It was Tsumi again, but not of one of their many 'one night stands'. No, it was of when they first met. The first time he ever bedded him, or anyone for that matter. He tried to raise himself from the inn bed by his elbows but promptly fell back again with a tired groan. As his eyes drooped weakly, he thought he could vaguely hear Tsumi's voice.
"Sanzo . . . "
He groaned, combing his fingers through his sweaty mane.
"Saaanzo . . . "
Gentle banging of what he presumed was the bed against the wall.
"Sanzo . . . !"
"SANZO!"
Sanzo's mouth dropped in shock (and maybe even disappointment?) at the realization of whose voice that really was. "Goddamn saru," he muttered, untangling himself from his sheets and hastily pulling on a clean pair of jeans from his bag. Then, the banging continued. "FUCK OFF, SARU!" He yelled pushing his arms through his robes.
"But you're missing break-"
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY ROOM!"
Sanzo waited until he heard complete and utter silence from the other side of the door before releasing a sigh and dressing a bit slower.
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"An' then he told me to get away from the room! Is something wrong with Sanzo, Hakkai?"
"I'm sure he's fine, Goku," Hakkai answered far too quickly for Gojyo's liking, "He's just a little stressed is all. He just needs a good night's sleep." With that, Hakkai fell silent, continuously looking up from his plate to stare at the restaurant's entrance pensively. Sanzo had been acting very strangely recently but he doubted it was caused by lack of sleep. But, it seemed to be the only logical reason.
"What is your take on Sanzo's attitude, Gojyo?" Hakkai whispered to hanyou when Goku resumed to scarfing down his food.
"Probably just needs to get lai-ARGH!" Gojyo cupped the throbbing part of his skull that Sanzo struck with his paper fan.
"You sonuva-"
"Good morning Sanzo."
"'Ey Sanzo! I told you you were missing breakfast!"
Sanzo simply grunted and announced rather bluntly, "Where leaving now."
"WHAT!"
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"You got a lot of freakin' nerve, Sanzo, to make us leave so early!"
"I'm still hungry, Sanzo! Why'd we have to leave?"
Sanzo ignored Gojyo's ranting and Goku's moaning which was not very surprising since his mind was toward Tsumi, something that should have remained in the past. Perhaps it was an omen, these dreams, as Tsumi's presence had never given him much good. Except the sex, of course. The sex was fantastic. Sanzo's hand twitched slightly at that thought, but then his mind flickered to what Gojyo had said before.
'Probably needs to get laid.'
Perhaps . . . not that he was agreeing with Gojyo's vulgar ways, heavens no, but maybe it would help him remember that Tsumi was dead, and forever will be, just to help him move on.
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A/N: Yuppers. That was chapter two. Review, please? (smiles nervously)