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Play It Again... Part 1-2 by Sophie
part 1	part 2	part 3	part 4	part 5
epilogue
Part 1
Title: Play it again…. Anime: Saiyuki Pairings: GojyoxSanzo Warnings: Lemon, PWP, bad language Disclaimers: I own nothing, nothing! And yes …that includes my anime collection ^_^ Please feel free to email me with any constructive comments, enjoy! ******************* Part I "What will it be soldier?" The well-practiced tones of the man behind the bar made Gojyo halt his surveying of the club. "Slammers…" simple, succinct and with emphasis on the plural, accompanied by a sizable wad of folded bills, which the bartender took without a word. With that taken care off, Gojyo busied himself by extracting a cigarette from the packet with just his lips and lighting it with a flick of his enameled Zippo. After taking a satisfying drag, he let it dangle from the corner of his mouth as he went back to appraising the club's occupants. "Better enjoy this Gojyo," he thought to himself, "who knows when your next leave is going to be." He gave himself a sudden deep chuckle. "Hell I don't even know where they're planning to ship me off to next either. For all I know its some godforsaken DMZ where they blow your fucking head off for sneezing." His internal monologue was suddenly interrupted as he noticed two girls in one of the darkened corners giving him an appreciative glance. In return he gave them his most charming smile, but any hopes of it going any further were immediately quashed when their dates joined them a few minutes later. But Gojyo wasn't bothered. He had the whole night to hunt ………… and he knew he looked like a sin just waiting to be committed. This last thought wasn't uttered in conceit, rather in total confidence. Although not in uniform, his tall, lean body filled out the sheer, almost transparent tailored black shirt he was wearing, emphasizing his sleekly muscled shoulders and providing glimpses of his well-defined chest. His chic leather pants were just tight enough encasing his long legs and narrow hips like a second skin. The dark color proved a stark contrast to his long Bordeaux colored hair, barely kept back by a black bandanna and sunset likened eyes, but if anything the mish mash of tones just brought out the apparent handsomeness of his features which even the twin scars on his cheek couldn't diminish. Turning to the row of glasses that were now in front of him he downed two in straight succession, pouring the tequila straight down his throat and ignoring the lime and salt placed nearby. Turning the two shot glasses upside down, he could feel the alcohol's affect almost immediately, the faint buzz and warmth that seemed to make his whole body tingle. He cast his eye over the other eight for a brief moment before deciding to pace himself. He didn't look it but Lieutenant-Colonel Gojyo at the age of 23 was the youngest man in his entire platoon to acquire that distinction. However it didn't mean that he was a model soldier with no amount of bullying, ordering or threatening proving successful enough incentives in making him give up his cigarettes, booze and one night stands. Casual observers would often wonder why he hadn't been kicked out long ago due to his behavior and obvious insubordination. But Gojyo knew that his superiors very often turned a blind eye to his activities due to the simple fact that he was an extremely skilled soldier and thus a very valuable commodity. A reputation that he had earned due to a mixture of natural gifted abilities and hard work; so much so that there wasn't anyone in his division who was even close to being his equal. As the last centimeter or so of his fag turned to ash, he didn't hesitate before reaching for another. This club was his favorite for two reasons. One: its smoky atmosphere and exceptional live band were a lot kinder to his senses then the glaring, strobe light, techno saturated places his colleagues liked to frequent. And two: here he had less chance of being recognized and reported about later on. The army would only tolerate so much of Gojyo's antics and he knew of at least five people who would have been gleefully happy to see him court-martialed. It also didn't hurt that his success rate with women here was near perfect. Even now the smell of tobacco smoke mixed with assorted perfumes was strongly reminiscent of his previous encounters which still lingered so clear in his mind that he could feel his pants getting a little to tight for comfort. Truth was Gojyo liked his life as it was now and the thought of change made him antsy. When he had first joined the army, it had been in an effort to escape his abusive household that had left him scarred both inside and out. He thought it a perfect solution to stop him being alone, to help him gain control over his life. It had only been two years later when he had realized that there were some things that couldn't be changed no matter what, and him being a drifter at heart was one of them. Besides, being a lone wolf wasn't all that bad. Being detached, it made living a lot easier. So easy…..it made him want to puke. *************** As I begin to lose my grip On these realities your sending Taste your mind and taste your sex I'm naked underneath your cover Covers lie and we will bend and borrow With the coming sign The tide will take the sea will rise and time will rape Black black heart why would you offer more Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core I'm eating all your kings and queens All your sex and your diamonds… All your sex and your diamonds….. *************** Almost two hours later he was starting to wonder whether Lady Luck had suddenly gotten it into her head to get a few laughs at his expense by leaving him high and dry. His luck had been so appallingly bad that he would have laughed if it hadn't been for his growing sexual frustration. Even the talented band with its catchy music couldn't distract him. The first round of tequila had long ago been consumed only to be miraculously replaced by another single file of crystal glasses. However even that was beginning to disappear at an alarming rate. He was starting to seriously consider throwing in the towel for the night. It was at that moment that he saw him. And any thoughts of leaving were immediately chased from his mind. It had been his hair that first caught his attention. A glimpse of soft opaque gold gleaming under the subdued lighting and just brushing the tips of his ears. He too was nursing a shot glass, half full of something that looked, and probably was, whisky. "What do we have here…?" Gojyo whispered softly under his breath. In all his life Gojyo had never seen a man more beautiful. His features, although handsome were borderline delicate and this point was further emphasized by his lily-white skin. But it was his eyes that became Gojyo's immediate focal point. Almond shaped, gently sloped eyes whose irises were the color of dark lilac framed by ridiculously long lashes that would have been the envy of dozens of women. From his vantage point Gojyo could just make out the stranger was just a touch shorter than he was with a body that was slender and supple, dressed in a lightweight navy blue suit with pinstripes and no tie. Usually Gojyo didn't bother with men, even though by rights he would be classified as bisexual, but this guy was something else. He was clearly oblivious to the goings on around him, his eyes fixed on no definite point on the wall behind the bar. It was like watching a calm spot in the middle of the storm. With a smirk on his lips, Gojyo grabbed his remaining glass and made a beeline for the mysterious stranger. He managed to claim the seat next to the intriguing man by artfully nudging away other punters with similar intentions with sharp moves of his lanky body. Gojyo then not so subtly reached for the ashtray that was in front of the blonde making sure that he came into contact with his body. Turning his head, he got a whiff of lime based cologne with a kiss of mint that made his head spin. If Gojyo's target had noticed that he was sitting closer than necessary, he certainly didn't say anything about it. He just acted as if Gojyo didn't exist, concentrating instead on the glass in front of him and the unlit cigarette between his fingers. However when he started patting down his clothes for a lighter, Gojyo realized it was the perfect opening. In a flash he had his Zippo out, its bright flame dancing before golden haired stranger. "Allow me.." Gojyo said smoothly. There was a momentary pause as the man's body stiffened. After the span of a heartbeat, he slowly turned to face him……and the look he gave him made Gojyo almost fall off his stool. It was then he realized how grossly he had misjudged him. For there was nothing pretty about that almost murderous shimmer in those liquid purple eyes, or the haughty slant of his mouth. Even so he was still beautiful, but that beauty had clearly a sharp edge to it. This thought was further cemented as Gojyo suddenly felt something hard and steely jab him in the ribs through the man's suit jacket. His breath left him in a "whoosh" as he recognized the shape of a handgun, small but deadly at this range. "Don't you fucking dare pick me up," the stranger hissed, his deep voice laced with very real threat. "Remember, never show any fear," Gojyo felt his survival training automatically kick in as he took a deep inward breath to calm himself. "I wasn't going to pick you up; I was just offering you a light. Nothing more," Gojyo glibly lied in an effort to take control of the situation. "Hmph," the stranger muttered disbelievingly to himself, but he did put the gun away. "Don't think I spared you because of any kindness shit. Its just causing a scene would be more trouble than I am willing to go through, understand?" he shot him a hard glance that would have cracked rocks. "Of course," Gojyo answered seemingly unperturbed, "here, let me buy you a drink to show no hard feelings." At his offer, the stranger shot him a sharp, wary sideways glance but Gojyo held his poker face firmly in place. "Whisky," he finally acquiesced. "Two whisky's here please," Gojyo yelled their order to the bartender before turning his attention back to his newly acquired drinking buddy. "And who can I ask is the whisky for?" "Sanzo," his voice echoed with a unique resonance, "Genjo Sanzo." "Sha Gojyo. Nice to meet you." What followed wasn't the most brilliant conversation that Gojyo had ever taken part in, but he got the feeling he should be grateful that the man who called himself Sanzo was speaking to him civilly at all. However that didn't mean that Gojyo was going to stop trying to get him into bed. Nope, he wasn't going to let something small like a gun to the ribs and a disagreeable personality deter him from having Sanzo writhing and moaning beneath him. The truth was he could have, in fact should have, just said up yours and try to find someone else less volatile and unpredictable. Someone who would have undoubtly required less effort. That was what he should have done, but he didn't. The reason being because…. Because…. Because….. Because dammit he was intrigued! Deeply intrigued by the man sitting next to him. Although Sanzo was as friendly as your average polar bear, Gojyo was still drawn to him. Drawn to that fire he thought he detected in those violet eyes. Drawn to him due to something he couldn't put his finger on. And it was a turn on like nothing else. So he kept at it, ordering round after round of whisky and tequila and succeeding in running up a bar tab he was sure he was going to regret later. On the upside, his plan to soften Sanzo up by plying him with alcohol seemed to be working, loosening his tongue and making him that just bit more bearable. Well, at least he didn't pull out his gun again. It was around the sixth bottle of double malt whisky when Sanzo suddenly turned to him and said something that made Gojyo almost drop his glass. "Who the fuck do you think your kidding?" Sanzo said his voice dripping with ice and venom. "I have no idea what you mean…" Gojyo replied casually lighting up another cigarette, but inside he wasn't so calm. "Don't make me hurl. I know your type, you seem all confident on the outside but in actual fact you're a coward. You don't know how to really live; you just present a façade. You live this way because you don't know how else to live. Your kind don't live, you just survive. Its cheap…" His sudden, unexpected tirade had an immediate grating effect on Gojyo's rapidly disappearing patience. Before he had even realized what he was doing, he reached over and shook Sanzo by the collar. "What the hell are you some kind of preacher?" Gojyo snapped. "Don't presume to judge my way of life, you don't even know me. You don't know what I had to deal with growing up. I've just made the best of my life under the circumstances." Silence. Sanzo took another drag, another puff and blew it out in a slow stream. Both of them watched as if transfixed as the smoke wafted upwords in hazy spirals before dispersing into the air. "What a load of bull…." "What!?" "Who the hell told you that?" Sanzo's voice took on a tone Gojyo hadn't heard before "Life is what you make it, bugger the circumstances." He suddenly raised his hand to trace the twin scars that graced the top of Gojyo's cheek. The unexpected tenderness of this gesture made Gojyo's heartbeat quicken. "What unusual eyes….the color of a sky bleeding at sunset." It was then that it dawned on him. Something so apparent, he was surprised that he had missed it before. Wisdom, clearly present in those indigo depths. "You know, you might have something there," Gojyo said quietly, releasing his grip on Sanzo's shirt. Sanzo didn't look the least bit perturbed though, offhandedly smoothing the wrinkles caused by Gojyo's fingers before picking up his whisky again. Gojyo felt a lecherous grin spread across his face as he contemplated Sanzo's sharp profile. "However you have to admit that life can be such a bitch at times. And you need something to help it along. You either need a purpose or you need something that can help it pass by easier." He traced Sanzo's jawbone with just the tips of his fingers. "Which one are you?" he whispered enticingly into his ear before following the path traveled by his fingers with his lips. Sanzo's body immidietly became ramrod stiff and he snapped his head to the side so quickly that he almost collided with Gojyo's nose. "Don't…" his strong voice suddenly sounding uncertain. "I don't want….." "Are you sure about that?" Gojyo drawled his face just inches from the blonde's with barely a hairsbreadth between their lips as they stared each other down for what seemed like ages but in reality was actually a few seconds. The tension between them was unpalpable. He didn't know who had kissed who first, but he was pretty sure it was Sanzo who was the initiator….not that Gojyo needed any encouragement once they got started. Sanzo's lips were surprisingly soft and pliable under his own, the aroma of smoke and tinge of whisky just made tasting them an even more delicious experience. He could feel Sanzo's tongue prying his lips apart in order to gain entry but Gojyo in return just sucked on it as if to calm it. When they both came up for air both were breathing hard, the essence of their lust almost overwhelming. Gojyo leaned over for another kiss but before he could, Sanzo grabbed his wine colored hair and twisted his head to the side. "Remember," he hissed in Gojyo's ear, "I let you…." Gojyo laughed softly at Sanzo's obvious need for domination "Hai," he whispered softly back just before he trapped the delicate lobe of Sanzo's ear between his teeth.
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Part 2
Part II The apartment wasn't his, rather a close friend from his hometown who decided to earn a living here. As luck would have it he was out of town and had entrusted Gojyo with the keys along with explicit instructions to water his plants and feed his fish. However this was the last thing on his mind as he traveled up the elevator with his soon to be one-night-stand. But he was glad for it as he correctly gauged that Sanzo wouldn't have appreciated been taken to a motel. Ever since leaving the club, they could barely keep their hands of each other or the bottle of whisky they had persuaded the bartender to part company with. It was becoming harder and harder for either of them to stop those open mouthed kisses, harder and harder not to fuck right there and then. But Sanzo made it clear he wouldn't stand for that, even as he rubbed their hard arousals together, even as he grasped Gojyo's hips in a way that mimicked age-old coitus. Once they were in the apartment, Gojyo roughly pushed Sanzo's jacket off his shoulders before dropping down to his knees in front of him and unbuckling his belt with nimble fingers. With one sharp pull, he sent Sanzo's trousers, boxers included tumbling to the floor pooling at his feet. Once face to face with Sanzo's impressive erection, Gojyo licked his lips and felt the devil in him take over. He took their feverish pace down a notch by just letting his hot breath waft over the swollen head of Sanzo's cock, pre-cum dripping liberally from its tip. "Don't….just….look…bastard," Sanzo panted out. But Gojyo wouldn't be rushed, instead choosing to stroke Sanzo's cock with light teasing touches using just his fingers, around the base and the head coating them with the sticky fluid, making Sanzo's penis twitch. He then heard Sanzo growl at the back of his throat in a way that signaled he was about to pull out his gun again, so he took hold of Sanzo's cock and guided it between his lips. He slowly increased the pressure of his sucking and accompanied it with quicksilver flicks of his velvety tongue to the sensitive spot just below the head. "Oh fuck that feels good!" Sanzo almost screamed as Gojyo's lips traveled up and down the length of his cock, one hand buried in Gojyo's red hair as his head bobbed up and down the other on planted on the wall behind him for balance. Gojyo's hands weren't idle either. One was steadily making its way up and under Sanzo's shirt, stopping at his nipples rubbing them into hard nubs while at the same time anointing them with Sanzo's own fluid. Suddenly Gojyo pulled away causing Sanzo to snarl at the redhead in a mixture of frustration and anger. "It wouldn't be fair for you to have all then fun now would it Sanzo?" Gojyo asked huskily as he started to unbutton his shirt. Sanzo who was extremely horny by now speeded things up by helping him out of his tight trousers almost ripping them in the process. Soon they were both naked with Sanzo's white dress shirt being the only remaining article of clothing. "I need to fuck you… now," Gojyo groaned urgently cupping Sanzo's buttocks and grinding their bare cocks against each other while nibbling roughly at his incredibly smooth neck. "Screw the bedroom…" "I'm not letting you do me against the wall sonofabitch," Sanzo said between clenched teeth as Gojyo's fingers continued on a more intimate exploration before slipping inside his tight entrance. Gojyo almost snapped at him in exasperation but then he smiled a wicked smile as out of the corner of his eye he spied his friend's brand new pool table. "Its better than nothing," he thought to himself as he pulled Sanzo towards the felt covered game table. Sanzo's eyes narrowed. "You have got to be kidding…mmpphh…" Gojyo silenced him with another deep kiss and with one sharp yank managed to rip Sanzo's shirt at the seams sending the buttons flying all over the floor. He then wasted no time before taking Sanzo's rock hard nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting them enjoying Sanzo's unique taste. This made sparks of pleasure dance up and down Sanzo's spine and he couldn't stop himself from arching deeper into Gojyo's embrace. "I'll give you a choice Sanzo," Gojyo murmured against his skin. "Face up or…" With one quick motion, he spun Sanzo around and bent him over the table. This caused the billiard balls to disperse and scatter all around the table. "Face down.." Sanzo gasped as he felt Gojyo's cock, hot and hard slide up and down between his bum cheeks, teasing the most sensitive part of him. "Face up," he finally answered. "If I must be uke. I'd like to see who's fucking me…" Before Sanzo could change his mind, he hoisted him up on the table at the very edge leaving his legs dangling. Threading his hands gently through Sanzo's silky hair, he slowly pushed him backwards until Sanzo was lying flat on his back with Gojyo hovering above him. Sanzo's eyes widened momentarily as Gojyo leaned forward and with one hand firmly around the base of his penis, began to slowly rim the blonde's opening. As he went in deeper, stretching the sensitive flesh, Sanzo had to grit his teeth to keep from crying out. However when the head of Gojyo's erection grazed his prostate, he did cry out but in pleasure throwing his head back in abandon. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sanzo heard the redhead chuckle and moved his hips again hitting the exact same spot. "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes…" "What was that?" "God dammit! Yes you asshole before I blow your fucking brains out!" "Would you give me a hand then?" Sanzo's eyes snapped open as he felt a small tube being pressed into his palm. With some difficulty he pushed himself up into a sitting position coming face to face with the expectant Gojyo. He then squeezed the cool gel on to his hands, smearing it all over his palms before reaching for Gojyo's cock. "Oh yeah…that feels fantastic," he moaned as Sanzo briskly applied the lubricant with both hands while wanking him at the same time. When he felt Gojyo's hips beginning to jerk erratically, he stopped and lay back down spreading his legs. "Finish what you started," he ordered his voice not so steady anymore. Gojyo nodded briefly before propping Sanzo's legs on his chest and over his shoulders. He let his hands linger up and down the blonde's thighs enjoying the feel of smooth, silky white flesh; just able to make out the lean muscle underneath. He then carefully guided his rock hard length towards the tight ring of muscle before pushing forward. He was halfway through when he gave a sudden thrust and buried himself fully inside Sanzo's body with a satisfied grunt, his pelvis firmly against his ass. He didn't move for a few minutes letting Sanzo's body adjust to the intrusion before he began to thrust. Slowly at first but then faster and faster finally settling on an unforgiving rhythm, his cock powering its way into Sanzo's body aiming for his sweet spot on each thrust. The empty apartment echoed with the sounds of their fucking and dirty talk. "Oh you feel so hot, so tight, so frigging delicious…" "Harder!… deeper you redheaded bastard….fuck me deeper…all the way…" Gojyo grabbed the raised edge of the table to give him more leverage as he aimed to thrust deeper. It almost sent Sanzo skidding across the table, the green fabric lightly scratching his back and buttocks. His cock standing stiffly erect, gleaming slickly in the muted light. Sweat dripped off their bodies, on to each other and on to the table. It dripped off the ends of Gojyo's crimson hair, plastering it to his face, making it look even more like blood. "Touch me," he suddenly gasped. "Louder Sanzo, I can't hear you…" "Fucking touch me!" he almost screamed as he blindly groped for Gojyo's hands to place on his cock. Gojyo jerked him off with deep pumping motions that matched the rhythm of his own hips. As he felt Sanzo's body tense, he roughly pushed forward and increased the pace of his hands. "Gojyo!!" Sanzo cried as he climaxed, his cock twitching and spurting copious amounts of cum all over Gojyo's hands and his stomach. As Sanzo's body spasmed all around him, he thrust one more time as deep as he could and came in a rush. "Oh God!!!… Oh fuck!!!!," as his cries of ecstasy bounced off the walls his hot seed spilled into the deepest recesses of Sanzo's body. For a few moments all that could be heard was their uneven breathing as both men took in great gulps of air. Before his mind could once again rationale the consequences of his actions, Gojyo leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on Sanzo's mouth, their lips touching and parting for a few brief seconds. Sanzo's eyes widened, nobody had ever kissed him liked that before. Gojyo kissed him again tenderly before slowly pulling out. Sanzo was rapidly melting into the kiss when he felt Gojyo carry him in his arms towards the direction of the bedroom. Sanzo thought briefly about shouting at him about how he wasn't a woman before realizing he didn't have the strength. In fact it was all he could do to keep his eyes half open. He was out before his head touched pillow. Gojyo followed a few minutes later but not before pulling a blanket over the both of them and stretching an arm over Sanzo's shoulder… *** They made love twice more that night. The first time Gojyo had been the one to start it, as he always had a high libido and was rarely ever satisfied with just one round. He woke Sanzo up with a combination blow and hand job and had him begging before long. He allowed Sanzo to come in his mouth before pulling them both into a sitting position, bouncing Sanzo on his hard cock in his lap until their climaxes were both reached with Sanzo ejaculating all over the footboard. The second time it had been Sanzo that had initiated it in the same way Gojyo had, fellating the redhead until he couldn't stand it anymore. He then proceeded to mount him, riding him slowly and with such sensuality until they came in unison and collapsed against each other with satisfied sighs. After that particular incident, Gojyo remembered rummaging through the side table for a pack of smokes and a lighter and lighting up a fag for himself before offering Sanzo one. Although Sanzo accepted the cigarette, he refused the lighter. Instead he just leaned over, Gojyo still tight inside him, and lighted his fag with just the burning end of Gojyo's, the golden silky strands of his hair just tickling his partner's cheekbones. For a few minutes they just stood still smoking, Gojyo wide eyed at such an uncharacteristic gentle gesture from the short tempered blonde. Sanzo just said nothing. However his eyes reflected an emotion that Gojyo couldn't understand. He then withdrew, his features pinching a little from the pain, and proceeded to collapse right next to him but facing away from the redhead. "You are a contradiction, Genjo Sanzo," Gojyo said softly, brushing his lips over the soft skin of Sanzo's temple. After stubbing out his smoke, he just watched Sanzo sleep for a while before he too succumbed to slumber. The apartment was then silent for the rest of the night. *** Gojyo was hot, too hot. Something was burning his face making him uncomfortable. A part of him wanted to ignore and continue on sleeping, another part was screaming at him to get up and see what the fuck was it that was interfering with his slumber in the first place. The latter won out although Gojyo soon came to regret this decision as he was almost blinded as soon as he lifted an eyelid by the sunlight streaming through the window. "Sonofabitch…motherfucker…" he grumbled to himself as he tumbled out of bed to draw the curtains, which he did so hard that the fastenings rattled. As he tumbled back into bed, his arm unconsciously reached for the other side of the bed. His eyes flew open as he realized there was nothing there but air. Propping himself up on his elbows he observed that true enough half of the bed was empty. The only signs that anyone had even slept there were the tangled slightly damp sheets and a torn shirt. "When did he leave?" Gojyo thought scratching his head, but he knew it was to be expected. Sanzo definitely wasn't the "make your breakfast and lets talk" kind of guy. Hell if this had taken place anywhere else other than here, Sanzo would have had to beat him to the door. Even so he felt a sense of disappointment that he couldn't quite place. By rights one-night-stands were about hassle free sex but Sanzo had been different. He had been the first person in a while that Gojyo had felt a real connection to. Probably because when it came down to brass tacks…. he was a lot like him. However there was no use crying over spilt milk, so Gojyo just snuggled back into the still warm sheets intent on catching a few hours sleep. "I wonder if I will meet him again," he couldn't stop the thought from popping into his head though as he drifted back to sleep.
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Epilogue
Epilogue ~One day later~ It would have been impossible to identify the tall, dashing figure in uniform as being one and the same as the picture of debauchery that had picked up a strange man at a bar less than 48 hours ago. However Gojyo took his duties very seriously and his appearance cemented that notion. His uniform was spotless, the medals and oak leaf that told of his rank of Lieutenant-Colonel gleamed and his wild hair had been tamed and tucked neatly under his cap. His footsteps on the linoleum made a sharp staccato as he searched for the room where he was going to receive his new orders. Stopping at a nondescript brown door, he frowned momentarily before glancing down at the paper he was holding. "Well this is the place," he muttered under his breath as he reached for the doorknob. Before his hand could even touch it however, the door suddenly flew open colliding into him and knocking him back a step. "Ouch! What the hell?!" he cursed nursing his bruised hand. "Oops, sorry about that," a cheeky voice apologized to him. Looking down slightly, Gojyo found himself staring at a pair of remarkably wide golden brown eyes that were gazing at him quizzically. Gold eyes that belonged to a rather good-looking boy with a shock of messy brown hair that seemed to defy gravity standing straight up from his head. "Sorry isn't going to cut it," he snapped, "why don't you watch where your going clumsy ape." Those eyes immediately narrowed. "Don't call me that! My name is Goku. Son Goku!" "Ape is good enough. Don't you know how to show respect to an officer?" "We're the same rank! See." Goku proudly tapped the silver oak leaf on his sleeve. Gojyo cocked his eyebrow in surprise. The way it shone told Gojyo that Goku hadn't had it for very long. "Ever heard of seniority dumbass ape," Gojyo sneered. "Don't call me ape you red headed cockroach!" Goku retorted. Gojyo blinked. "What is this feeling of dejavu? Why do I feel like I've done this before?" Even so, Gojyo wasn't going to let that comment pass him by and was working himself up for a really snide reply when a polite voice from behind made them jump. "Ano…" They turned simultaneously and came face to face with the owner of the voice, who turned out to be an extremely handsome young man. His dark brown hair was short and neat and he possessed a pair of intelligent forest green eyes that peered out from behind wire-rimmed glasses. "May I introduce myself." He bowed lightly. "I am Cho Hakkai." "Cho Hakkai…why does that name sound so familiar?" Gojyo thought to himself. Yet he could have sworn they had never met before. But there was something eerily familiar about him. About the way he moved, the sincerity of his smile. Like with Sanzo he felt an almost instantaneous attraction towards Hakkai, but these feelings were less tempestuous. Before he could say anything else though, all three of them were ushered into the room. There were already two people inside, one of them Gojyo recognized as the commanding officer of this division, General Bosatsu. He couldn't see the other as his back was to him; all he could see was that he had blonde hair. Blonde hair? Gojyo's heart almost stopped as the man slowly turned around. There in front of the room was the man that Gojyo had just passionately fucked just a couple of days ago. "Gentlemen," the voice of General Bosatsu filled the room. "Welcome to your mission briefing. Since all of you have never met before, could you please stand up and give out your name, rank and specialty." The handsome brunette chose to go first. "Cho Hakkai. Lieutenant-Colonel. Specialty: medical and intelligence. I am also in charge of transport." Gojyo cleared his throat and stood up. "Sha Gojyo. Lieutenant-Colonel. Specialty: ground tactics and operations." Goku bounced up at his turn. "Son Goku. Lieutenant-Colonel. Specialty: Hand to hand combat." "Genjo Sanzo," his deep voice did not shake, did not falter as he looked at all of them, "Colonel. Specialty: covert operations and firearms." "And he is the person in charge of this mission," General Bosatsu added. At the announcement Gojyo's heart sank to the bottom of his polished shoes. "Oh fucking great, not only is he a Colonel, he's my superior too. I wonder what's he going to do first. Torture me and then have me court-martialed….. or court-martial me first THEN proceed to torture my sorry ass…" "I have been told that you three are the best at what you do," Sanzo's deep voice took on a commanding tone, "good because you'll need every bit of your skill to handle this mission." In cool, clipped tones Sanzo outlined the point of their mission. To stop a terrorist known only as the Demon Ox and his organization from rising. To do that, they would have to travel west. Sanzo also emphasized over and over again the dangers of the mission, how it wasn't going to end anytime soon and how it was not going to be a picnic. However Gojyo barely heard anything. All he could feel was his own personal sword of Damocles hanging over his head and getting closer as the minutes ticked by. "The code name for this mission will be "Journey West", understood?" Sanzo didn't even wait for their reply before he began to gather his papers. "Good, go get kitted, we leave in two hours." They all turned to leave but before Gojyo could make his escape a command from Sanzo stopped him. "Lieutenant-Colonel Gojyo, wait for a moment." Gojyo froze and cursed his luck. He turned and foud himself staring into a pair of cold, authoritative violet eyes that had been so full of passion and feeling only a few hours before. For a few minutes, Sanzo just stood there as still as a statue. His mouth suddenly curved into an evil smile that was also surprisingly seductive. Gojyo braced himself for the worst. However nothing could have prepared him for what happened next. Sanzo simply put his hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear. "You owe me a shirt soldier," he breathed. He then dropped his hand and left. At first Gojyo was so stunned he couldn't move. He spun around and just stared at Sanzo's retreating figure. But soon a wry smile spread across his face as it dawned on him the game that Sanzo wanted to play. And he had just made the first move. "Well well, perhaps there are some things in life worth living for after all," he chuckled softly to himself. ~Owari~ ******** Song used in this story Black, Black Heart by David Usher.
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