To Dream a Little Dream
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Gensomaden Saiyuki › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,475
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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part 5
To Dream a Little Dream
Pt. 5
OH MY FUCKING GOD. There was someone behind the bush. And it just so happens to be my problem. I have my gun I could shoot you right here and now. But then my questions would never get answered. Damn.
And you just sit there and ask what I'm doing here. It's obvious that you've seen what just happened. I can feel the blush start down at my toes. Damn. How embarrassing. This isn't the way I wanted things to go. Why isn't the ground opening up to swallow me whole? Stupid old hag of a merciful goddess. Can't count on her for anything. Not even a little privacy. What good are the gods for if they can't protect you? Oh yeah I quit asking that a long time ago.
I keep my gun steady on its target. My heart is pounding. Can you hear it? Why do you keep staring? Why won't you say anything? Those eyes…I'm getting lost.
"What the hell do you think you're doing asshole?" I spit out. You just sit there on ground with that ridiculous grin stretched across your face.
"Nice seeing you Sanzo."
"What? Listen jerk off I asked you a question." I'm not sure how long I can actually stay mad. You have that same stupid sheepish look on your face when you found out Hakkai was alive. "I hope you enjoyed the last thing you're ever gonna see?"
"As a matter of fact…I did." Your answer stuns me.
"What?"
"You put on quite a show Master Sanzo." Now you've got me off balance. This is not a position I'm use to being in. "So where's the bottomless pit today?"
"Why? You want to watch him too?"
"Gross. No thanks, I prefer a prettier showpiece." You're still grinning at me.
How is it that you have me on guard even while you remain on the ground? How much of my left over dignity would I give up if I just pounced on you where you are and demand a show of my own? Where the hell had that come from?
"Stand up." I motion with the gun.
You've thrown your hands into the air. "Whoa wait a sec. Sanzo you're not gonna kill me for that are you?" a momentary look of panic crosses your face.
I don't know.
"I should. Why the hell were you watching me?"
"Well like I said I enjoyed the show." You lightly brush across a newly started erection.
"You sick fuck. You're getting hard even when I'm threatening you?"
"Thanks for noticing." Smug satisfaction paints your face. Now I have no clue what to do. I can feel the gun waver in my hand. My mind is a big blank space. What was I doing? What the hell did you do to me?
"Sanzo? You okay?" I can hear the concern in your voice.
"I…yeah I'm fine." I give my self a mental shake. I don't want those images now. Please dear god not now.
Your eyes. Your smile. God the way your hair is blowing in the breeze. I fight to not reach out and touch.
No touch, no touch, no touch…damn it why not? Why do I continue to deny this one thing? No touch. I don't need anyone else. I do fine on my own.
My shoulders are suddenly on fire. You're shaking me.
"Hey man you ok?"
"Gojyo." I hear the weakness in my voice and despise it. I'm not weak damn it. "Let go now or I'll hit you so hard you'll have to yawn to scratch your nuts." Now that sounded more like me.
"Fine." You yank your hands away. "Just didn't want you to fall on that pretty ass. You don't need anymore bruises."
A blush of shame stains my face. I can feel it. The heat rises, threatening to engulf me again.
"Shut the fuck up. What would you know about it?"
"Well I did see you in the buff your holiness." Damn smart mouth.
Where did my gun go?
"Missing something?" you let it swing on a finger. "Can't have you shooting me now."
"Give it back asswipe." I will not reach out and grab it like a petulant child.
"Nope don't think so." You smirk at me now. "So why are you here? Did the talking heads give you a mission out this direction?"
"I…umm…" why the fuck am I stuttering?"I needed to talk to you about something important."
"So you came all this way for little old me?" why do you look startled?
"Yeah." Damn I hate feeling humbled.
"Good I've got to talk to you too."
We walk towards a large tree and sit down. Each pulling out a cigarette to smoke.
"You start Sanzo." God your generosity is overwhelming at times.
"First my gun." I hold out my hand.
"Promise you won't shoot me?"
"Just give it." I demand.
You place it gingerly in my hand and allow a few fingers to slide down my hand.
It makes me shiver.
Alright I'm here, you're here, and we're talking. I need to stay calm and rational. Then I glance at you and all rational thoughts are gone with the wind.
You're so close. And you smell so good.
I'm lost and it's all your fault.
Pt. 5
OH MY FUCKING GOD. There was someone behind the bush. And it just so happens to be my problem. I have my gun I could shoot you right here and now. But then my questions would never get answered. Damn.
And you just sit there and ask what I'm doing here. It's obvious that you've seen what just happened. I can feel the blush start down at my toes. Damn. How embarrassing. This isn't the way I wanted things to go. Why isn't the ground opening up to swallow me whole? Stupid old hag of a merciful goddess. Can't count on her for anything. Not even a little privacy. What good are the gods for if they can't protect you? Oh yeah I quit asking that a long time ago.
I keep my gun steady on its target. My heart is pounding. Can you hear it? Why do you keep staring? Why won't you say anything? Those eyes…I'm getting lost.
"What the hell do you think you're doing asshole?" I spit out. You just sit there on ground with that ridiculous grin stretched across your face.
"Nice seeing you Sanzo."
"What? Listen jerk off I asked you a question." I'm not sure how long I can actually stay mad. You have that same stupid sheepish look on your face when you found out Hakkai was alive. "I hope you enjoyed the last thing you're ever gonna see?"
"As a matter of fact…I did." Your answer stuns me.
"What?"
"You put on quite a show Master Sanzo." Now you've got me off balance. This is not a position I'm use to being in. "So where's the bottomless pit today?"
"Why? You want to watch him too?"
"Gross. No thanks, I prefer a prettier showpiece." You're still grinning at me.
How is it that you have me on guard even while you remain on the ground? How much of my left over dignity would I give up if I just pounced on you where you are and demand a show of my own? Where the hell had that come from?
"Stand up." I motion with the gun.
You've thrown your hands into the air. "Whoa wait a sec. Sanzo you're not gonna kill me for that are you?" a momentary look of panic crosses your face.
I don't know.
"I should. Why the hell were you watching me?"
"Well like I said I enjoyed the show." You lightly brush across a newly started erection.
"You sick fuck. You're getting hard even when I'm threatening you?"
"Thanks for noticing." Smug satisfaction paints your face. Now I have no clue what to do. I can feel the gun waver in my hand. My mind is a big blank space. What was I doing? What the hell did you do to me?
"Sanzo? You okay?" I can hear the concern in your voice.
"I…yeah I'm fine." I give my self a mental shake. I don't want those images now. Please dear god not now.
Your eyes. Your smile. God the way your hair is blowing in the breeze. I fight to not reach out and touch.
No touch, no touch, no touch…damn it why not? Why do I continue to deny this one thing? No touch. I don't need anyone else. I do fine on my own.
My shoulders are suddenly on fire. You're shaking me.
"Hey man you ok?"
"Gojyo." I hear the weakness in my voice and despise it. I'm not weak damn it. "Let go now or I'll hit you so hard you'll have to yawn to scratch your nuts." Now that sounded more like me.
"Fine." You yank your hands away. "Just didn't want you to fall on that pretty ass. You don't need anymore bruises."
A blush of shame stains my face. I can feel it. The heat rises, threatening to engulf me again.
"Shut the fuck up. What would you know about it?"
"Well I did see you in the buff your holiness." Damn smart mouth.
Where did my gun go?
"Missing something?" you let it swing on a finger. "Can't have you shooting me now."
"Give it back asswipe." I will not reach out and grab it like a petulant child.
"Nope don't think so." You smirk at me now. "So why are you here? Did the talking heads give you a mission out this direction?"
"I…umm…" why the fuck am I stuttering?"I needed to talk to you about something important."
"So you came all this way for little old me?" why do you look startled?
"Yeah." Damn I hate feeling humbled.
"Good I've got to talk to you too."
We walk towards a large tree and sit down. Each pulling out a cigarette to smoke.
"You start Sanzo." God your generosity is overwhelming at times.
"First my gun." I hold out my hand.
"Promise you won't shoot me?"
"Just give it." I demand.
You place it gingerly in my hand and allow a few fingers to slide down my hand.
It makes me shiver.
Alright I'm here, you're here, and we're talking. I need to stay calm and rational. Then I glance at you and all rational thoughts are gone with the wind.
You're so close. And you smell so good.
I'm lost and it's all your fault.