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Second Sight
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Second Sight
SECOND SIGHT
Even now, as I look back, I can’t really explain why I didn’t stop Gojyo right from the start when he rushed into the cabin and hurled himself towards me that day, and I saw the lust burning in his eyes like two glowing coals. I knew when he turned me from the sink where I was washing vegetables for dinner, telling me he had been fantasizing all day about taking me like this, seeing it in his head over and over, that I should already have stopped him. I knew when he pirouetted me up onto the counter, deftly relieving me of my pants and tunic, that I should have clearly long since said no, yet I couldn’t make myself stop the sensual onslaught of his hands and lips, or resist the simple urgency of his cock as he freed it and began to nuzzle its heat against my own cool hard length. It could be that I just wanted so badly to be wanted, that I needed to be needed. It could be that after all the grief surrounding Kanan’s hideous death, I was once again irresistibly drawn to Gojyo’s irrepressible affection for me like a flower turning its face towards the sun. But it wasn’t.
Cho Gonou was not that simple, not that black and white: his world was all shades of gray, complex and roiling like thunderstorms, even when the darker gradations were driven beneath the surface for a time by his love for the woman Kanan. Gojyo so badly wants to see me as a new man, reborn with my new name, redeemed by my new life and my new love with him. I want to believe it as well. I have wanted him inside me, loving me and healing me since that first day he brought me in out of the rain and I saw those red eyes looking down at me, reflections of my sin, yet somehow my salvation as well, carrying me toward the light.
So why, that day in the cabin, didn’t I stop him? Why didn’t I say something before the inevitable happened and Sanzo opened the bathroom door and stood watching, cool and silent as his eyes trapped mine in his sight with the speed and audacity of a predatory bird? He watched, soundless as death, as my legs twined around my lover, seducing my weak and solitary gaze to intertwine with his hard cold double-frosted glare. He stood, silhouetted and framed like a photographed statue in that doorway, frozen, hard and impenetrable. His white robes and halo of gold hair backlit by the bathroom light gave him an unearthly glow like one of my childhood catechism saints in the twilight room. His eyes were glazed with something indecipherable - disgust? desire? determined detachment? - as they drilled holes deep into mine across the vacuum of space in the small cabin.
Time froze in that long unraveling moment. I had neither plans nor care for the future, in ten minutes or ten years. I was neither Cho Gonou nor Cho Hakkai. I was pinned between Sanzo’s gaze and Gojyo’s cock, both captor and captive of both, knowing nothing, and seeing all, with one imperfect eye.
~owari~
Even now, as I look back, I can’t really explain why I didn’t stop Gojyo right from the start when he rushed into the cabin and hurled himself towards me that day, and I saw the lust burning in his eyes like two glowing coals. I knew when he turned me from the sink where I was washing vegetables for dinner, telling me he had been fantasizing all day about taking me like this, seeing it in his head over and over, that I should already have stopped him. I knew when he pirouetted me up onto the counter, deftly relieving me of my pants and tunic, that I should have clearly long since said no, yet I couldn’t make myself stop the sensual onslaught of his hands and lips, or resist the simple urgency of his cock as he freed it and began to nuzzle its heat against my own cool hard length. It could be that I just wanted so badly to be wanted, that I needed to be needed. It could be that after all the grief surrounding Kanan’s hideous death, I was once again irresistibly drawn to Gojyo’s irrepressible affection for me like a flower turning its face towards the sun. But it wasn’t.
Cho Gonou was not that simple, not that black and white: his world was all shades of gray, complex and roiling like thunderstorms, even when the darker gradations were driven beneath the surface for a time by his love for the woman Kanan. Gojyo so badly wants to see me as a new man, reborn with my new name, redeemed by my new life and my new love with him. I want to believe it as well. I have wanted him inside me, loving me and healing me since that first day he brought me in out of the rain and I saw those red eyes looking down at me, reflections of my sin, yet somehow my salvation as well, carrying me toward the light.
So why, that day in the cabin, didn’t I stop him? Why didn’t I say something before the inevitable happened and Sanzo opened the bathroom door and stood watching, cool and silent as his eyes trapped mine in his sight with the speed and audacity of a predatory bird? He watched, soundless as death, as my legs twined around my lover, seducing my weak and solitary gaze to intertwine with his hard cold double-frosted glare. He stood, silhouetted and framed like a photographed statue in that doorway, frozen, hard and impenetrable. His white robes and halo of gold hair backlit by the bathroom light gave him an unearthly glow like one of my childhood catechism saints in the twilight room. His eyes were glazed with something indecipherable - disgust? desire? determined detachment? - as they drilled holes deep into mine across the vacuum of space in the small cabin.
Time froze in that long unraveling moment. I had neither plans nor care for the future, in ten minutes or ten years. I was neither Cho Gonou nor Cho Hakkai. I was pinned between Sanzo’s gaze and Gojyo’s cock, both captor and captive of both, knowing nothing, and seeing all, with one imperfect eye.
~owari~