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Gensomaden Saiyuki › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,689
Reviews:
9
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Inner Monologue
Title: Inner Monologue
Date Written: 11/4/05
Rating: M
Word Count: 604
Characters/Pairings: Sanzo, Hakkai (mentioned), Gojyo (mentioned), Goku (mentioned), random women
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Sanzo's POV. I dunno where this came from, but it sure as hell was fun to write.
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A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.
--Oscar Wilde
My body and my heart are torn. My body is sated, relaxed, content.
My heart feels so damn empty. More empty than before we came into this town.
Another nameless, faceless woman is in the cheap hotel bed next to me, sleeping for the moment. This one's petite, small-breasted and lithe...
And brunette.
Short brown hair that is currently sticking up at all angles and reminding me of the monkey.
That thought makes my heart ache. I'm supposed to guard Goku, protect him from things like lust, not want to bed him. Maybe it's this damned trip, being in a car with him day after day after day, want driving me crazy.
Heh, that's a funny thought. This fucking field trip making me more screwed up than I already am.
My taste for brunettes has increased twofold since the day Goku and I left Chang'an. I never knew that so many women in China had emerald eyes; and deep green eyes combined with short brown hair is quickly becoming my Achilles Heel.
I'm also developed a thing for women with glasses--it's pretty rare to find them, actually, but when I do it's impossible for me to resist them. The last time I had a woman with glasses, she had been a librarian. Tall, long legs and brown hair.
She had also been stacked, which ended up being a huge turn-off, surprisingly. But when I took her from behind, I almost called out Hakkai's name.
Redheads, too, are becoming a weakness of mine. Particularly redheads with sexy as hell smiles, the ones that slowly slide across their faces. One of those slow smiles is enough to get my dick throbbing against my jean zipper.
I've found that brothels are actually rather fond of half-breed women, too--being sterile, they don't run the risk of being put out of commission by a baby. Patrons also rather enjoy abusing taboo children, cutting and burning and raping them to vent their anger and frustration towards the demon race.
Whenever I have those women, though, I'm uncharacteristically... gentle... with them.
Hey, the kappa isn't the only one who's paid for sex before.
Honestly? I used to be into just long-haired, fair-headed women; some sort of latent Electra complex, I guess. I actually enjoyed falling asleep in the arms of someone who looked like Koumyou.
Now my libido's drawn to the likenesses of my travel companions: dark green eyes, redheads, brunettes, well-built women.
I'd laugh if it wasn't so damn pitiful.
The woman next to me stirs, rolling over to watch me smoke my cigarette. The dingy white sheet falls around her waist, her tiny, perky tits barely visible in the poor light coming from the hallway. "You're pretty good for a priest."
Not what I want to hear. I want to hear a cheerful voice telling me he loves me, begging for food, begging for me to never leave him.
"I always thought most priests were celibate."
"I'm not the best of priests," I reply, rolling over to stub out my cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.
"Well, you're better than most men. And you've still got me for a few hours. Wanna go again, baby?"
I look over at her in the darkness, and I can imagine those golden eyes staring back at me with adoration. I lean in to kiss her, rolling on top of her slight body.
The best thing about brothel women?
They don't bitch when you call out someone else's name.
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Date Written: 11/4/05
Rating: M
Word Count: 604
Characters/Pairings: Sanzo, Hakkai (mentioned), Gojyo (mentioned), Goku (mentioned), random women
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Sanzo's POV. I dunno where this came from, but it sure as hell was fun to write.
---
A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.
--Oscar Wilde
My body and my heart are torn. My body is sated, relaxed, content.
My heart feels so damn empty. More empty than before we came into this town.
Another nameless, faceless woman is in the cheap hotel bed next to me, sleeping for the moment. This one's petite, small-breasted and lithe...
And brunette.
Short brown hair that is currently sticking up at all angles and reminding me of the monkey.
That thought makes my heart ache. I'm supposed to guard Goku, protect him from things like lust, not want to bed him. Maybe it's this damned trip, being in a car with him day after day after day, want driving me crazy.
Heh, that's a funny thought. This fucking field trip making me more screwed up than I already am.
My taste for brunettes has increased twofold since the day Goku and I left Chang'an. I never knew that so many women in China had emerald eyes; and deep green eyes combined with short brown hair is quickly becoming my Achilles Heel.
I'm also developed a thing for women with glasses--it's pretty rare to find them, actually, but when I do it's impossible for me to resist them. The last time I had a woman with glasses, she had been a librarian. Tall, long legs and brown hair.
She had also been stacked, which ended up being a huge turn-off, surprisingly. But when I took her from behind, I almost called out Hakkai's name.
Redheads, too, are becoming a weakness of mine. Particularly redheads with sexy as hell smiles, the ones that slowly slide across their faces. One of those slow smiles is enough to get my dick throbbing against my jean zipper.
I've found that brothels are actually rather fond of half-breed women, too--being sterile, they don't run the risk of being put out of commission by a baby. Patrons also rather enjoy abusing taboo children, cutting and burning and raping them to vent their anger and frustration towards the demon race.
Whenever I have those women, though, I'm uncharacteristically... gentle... with them.
Hey, the kappa isn't the only one who's paid for sex before.
Honestly? I used to be into just long-haired, fair-headed women; some sort of latent Electra complex, I guess. I actually enjoyed falling asleep in the arms of someone who looked like Koumyou.
Now my libido's drawn to the likenesses of my travel companions: dark green eyes, redheads, brunettes, well-built women.
I'd laugh if it wasn't so damn pitiful.
The woman next to me stirs, rolling over to watch me smoke my cigarette. The dingy white sheet falls around her waist, her tiny, perky tits barely visible in the poor light coming from the hallway. "You're pretty good for a priest."
Not what I want to hear. I want to hear a cheerful voice telling me he loves me, begging for food, begging for me to never leave him.
"I always thought most priests were celibate."
"I'm not the best of priests," I reply, rolling over to stub out my cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.
"Well, you're better than most men. And you've still got me for a few hours. Wanna go again, baby?"
I look over at her in the darkness, and I can imagine those golden eyes staring back at me with adoration. I lean in to kiss her, rolling on top of her slight body.
The best thing about brothel women?
They don't bitch when you call out someone else's name.
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