Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ Sweat, Not Tears ❯ Just Plain Wanting ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Chapter 6: Just Plain Wanting


Gojyo yawned sleepy, shaking his head to clear the morning cobwebs and went in search of coffee. He really wished he hadn’t spent all last night trying to think up strategies to get into the monk’s pants.

Or robes, he thought with a snicker. Wonder where the hell the bastard’s hiding now.

He hadn’t caught hide nor hair of the blonde since their little run-in on campus Friday. Of course it didn’t help that after his talk with Hakkai he’d gone barhopping from one gay establishment to the next.

That’s right, Sha Gojyo had entered a gay bar without the threat of imminent death. Completely of his own free will - the world had to be ending.

Still, Gojyo wasn’t used to not knowing what to do when it came to possible conquests. He’d never had to seduce a guy before - it was new territory for him and considering that he’d be seducing the prickly monk he figured he’d need all the pointers he could get. So he’d gone to several gay clubs - and had gotten hit on the second he’d stepped through the door. He got goosebumps when he remembered one particular basket case who wouldn’t take no for an answer - the guy had gone so far as to offer to pay Gojyo. His mind still boggled when he remembered the amount he was offered. Shit, it would take both me and Hakkai working for a year to come up with that kind of money.

But Gojyo was not a prostitute and - more importantly - not gay. Sure he was after Sanzo but the monk just got under his skin - probably that holier than thou attitude he carried around like a damn cloak. After all, it wasn’t such a giant leap from wanting to rip someone apart - to just plain wanting them. At least that was what Gojyo was content with believing at the moment.

Guess Hakkai and Goku are still asleep. There were no sounds of activity coming from the kitchen and it was too quiet for the monkey to be awake. Damn, that means no breakfast and no coffee.

He veered straight for the fridge but stopped short at the sight that greeted him.

Sanzo.

The monk was hunched over the table, his head nestled in his arms and his eyes closed.

Gojyo smirked, he can‘t really be asleep, can he?

But then Gojyo had a hard time believing Sanzo would be this relaxed unless he was definitely in cloud nine. The redhead approached the unsuspecting figure sprawled out over the table and shook his head at the sight.

Figures - he looks even more beautiful asleep. Guess that sneer isn’t a permanent fixture.

The monk actually looked . . . well, not innocent, but unburdened and maybe just a tad adorable. Gojyo smiled thinking about what the monk would say if he ever spoke that out loud -no doubt the blonde would go for his fan again.

It took a minute for Gojyo to realize that he’d continued drawing closer and closer to monk, his legs brushing the back of the chair.

Gojyo’s fingers itched to feel the cool weight and silky texture of the spun gold framing that exquisite face.

Screw it - it can’t hurt right? The monk’s asleep after all. Unless Sanzo woke up - then there’d be hell to pay. Gojyo shrugged - it was worth the risk, besides the redhead made it a point not to think too much when it came to matters of his libido.

He reached out but managed to restrain himself - settling instead for whispering his fingertips over the monk’s honeyed hair.

The redhead moved his face closer - eyes devouring the profile of the blonde, pausing on sun kissed lashes that fanned lavishly across high cheekbones, shifting to take in lips the hue of dusk-tinted rose petals.

Wonder if they have the same texture too.

He leaned in, intent on finding out - only to be drawn short when those eyelashes lifted revealing irate violet eyes.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Sanzo demanded, voice dripping with the promise of bloodshed. The blond shifted away from the mouth that was a mere inch from his, eyes narrowing.

“Just saying good morning. Nothing wrong with that, right?” Gojyo murmured, voice husky with a hint of - Sanzo didn’t know what.

“And do you always manhandle people when greeting them - or am I just lucky that way?” the monk growled, hoping the kappa had not heard the catch in his breath.

“Nope, they gotta be gorgeous or all they get is a handshake.”

“Vain much?” Sanzo sneered, making to leave the room.

Before he could, the kappa stepped behind him, standing far too close for the monk’s comfort and cornering him against the table. The room seemed suddenly too stuffy and small and something like electricity ran in dangerous currents between them. The crimson-eyed man leaned forward laying his hands over Sanzo’s, - trapping them under his own and further immobilizing the blonde.

Not that Sanzo was thinking about moving - in fact he was having a difficult time thinking at all.

“I call it plausible self-awareness.”

Warm moist heat washed across the nape of Sanzo’s neck at Gojyo’s words, making the blonde shudder, warmth spreading to pool low in his belly.

He tried leaning away from that mouth. He didn’t want Gojyo so close, - his heat, the press of his body, the touch of his hands, and that honeyed voice were enough to make him forget even his own name. This was far too dangerous. Sanzo knew about sex, of course - who the hell didn’t at his age? But knowing and experiencing could not be more different. He’d never allowed anyone, with the exception of his master and Goku, to get physically close to him or to touch him freely. Even they did not touch him often. He’d received an affectionate pat from his master occasionally but that was about the extent of it. And the monkey’s touches only annoyed him - the pest was always grabbing him and dragging him along.

None of the touches he’d ever allowed had been remotely sexual - sure there were those who’d wanted to lure him into bed but he’d felt nothing but contempt and a faint disgust for them.

He couldn’t understand why his body was now set ablaze when Gojyo was near.

“And are you also aware that you’re annoying, aggravating and rather slow on the uptake?”

The redhead didn’t respond, merely leaned closer, his hair brushing Sanzo’s neck, sliding across his skin, soft, silky and igniting his awareness of the kappa even more. He bit his lip.

“Those are quite a few negative points for me. But I get enough positives ones in bed to nullify all the others. Want a firsthand taste?”

Sanzo gasped as those lips opened hotly against the vulnerable skin of his neck and groaned when Gojyo closed gentle teeth against his flesh, suckling delicately. Lightning raced down his spine, inflaming him, inflaming his senses and making him hyper-aware of the moist heavenly torture of the kappa’s mouth.

This was something entirely new to him - sex was one thing but this . . . this banked heat, this slow seduction, and the betrayal of Sanzo’s own body was uncharted territory. He was in his twenties and had never responded sexually to another human being - he was ripe for the picking and Gojyo just happened to have his shears handy.

He focused his considerable effort now on distracting the monk - forcing him to feel, not giving his thoughts time to formulate. He was far more successful than he’d anticipated.

It was too much and it overtook Sanzo too swiftly for him to be able to build an effective defense against the more experienced redhead. His senses were being assailed from all directions - the heat of the kappa’s body singing his flesh even through layers of clothes, the intimate contact of their hips, the graze of supple lips followed by the a wet sultry tongue, the feel of those arms locked around him, forcing him back against a hard body pressing insistently against his.

The monk didn’t stand a chance.

“Gojyo.” he called achingly, asking - not knowing what he was asking for.

The redhead moaned against his skin and wrapped an arm tightly against the quivering bundle in his arms, dragging the monk back, flush against him. And Sanzo inhaled sharply, his knees buckling as he felt the turgid proof of Gojyo’s desire pressing into him, feeling an answering surge of heat and blood pulse in his own cock.

The kappa was breathing heavily now, the puffs of breath sweeping over the ivory column of Sanzo’s neck.

“Sanzo . . . Sanzo - you are so fucking hot.” Gojyo licked a trail down from the blonde’s neck until he reached the barrier of black cloth but he only moved back up again, pressing wet unrelenting kisses over any bit of skin he could reach. “Come to my bed, Sanzo.” He coaxed, dropping a hand down the blonde’s shaking form to skim over the tell-tale bulge in Sanzo’s robes briefly, returning a moment later to cup and squeeze that live heat firmly.

The blonde mewled at the contact, thrusting into Gojyo’s expert hands, desperately seeking more pressure.

“Shhhh. It’s alright, just come to bed with me, okay Sanzo?”

But Sanzo seemed to have lost all capability of understanding words, his head thrown back in abandon, chest heaving, hips moving sinuously, lips parted - gasping. Sanzo’s own hand moved to grab the redhead’s and press it demandingly against his throbbing arousal.

Shit! Gojyo slammed his eyes shut as Sanzo began jerking himself off with the redhead’s hand. I’m gonna fucking cream my pants if he doesn’t stop making those sounds.

Gojyo’s neck muscles bulged in the effort to maintain control of himself, fighting the instinct to rip the monk’s pants off, push that robe over his head, and bend him over the kitchen table. It probably wouldn’t hold, he thought faintly.

Sanzo was close, Gojyo could see it, could feel it in the way the blonde’s hand sped up over his own and his breathing quickened. The redhead tightened his arm around the monk, tugging him closer and rocking their hips together - grinding into Sanzo’s back.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This hasn’t happened since I was in my teens - I’m gonna come without a hand on me.

Crimson eyes narrowed as pleasure spiked in his body - shit, doesn’t matter. Just wanna-

He didn’t know at first what the sound was - couldn’t identify it immediately through the haze of lust blinding him but survival instincts were strong and he froze - heart skidding in panic when he realized what he was hearing.

“Oh fuck.”

Sanzo was beyond understanding that they needed to get the hell out the kitchen NOW. He stared down at the lean figure in his arms as the blonde whimpered and moaned, his hand flashing over his cock now and Gojyo bit his lip to keep from coming himself when the monk stiffened - mewling desperately. Dampness spread on Gojyo’s palm as Sanzo lost control.

Then there was no more time - Gojyo barely managed to catch Sanzo as the monk fell forward - exhausted, unable to sustain his weight - and lifted the unresisting blonde in his arms, darting out of the kitchen as quickly and quietly as he could.

Just in time.

“-am. Right, Hakkai?”

“Most likely, although I think I’d wait a bit longer, Goku. It isn’t something you need to rush into.”

“Yeah, guess so. Hey, I thought Gojyo and Sanzo were already up - I could ‘a sworn I heard someone in here.”

“Yes, you’re right. Perhaps they went out to smoke.”

“Mmm. So, what’cha making for breakfast, Hakkai?”

“Honestly Goku, you’re more than capable of cooking for yourself.”

“I know, but the stuff I make isn’t as good as . . .”

Gojyo slid the door to the coatroom shut with a sigh of relief. That had been way to close for his peace of mind. But damn it, he hadn’t been able to deny Sanzo his pleasure when the blonde had been so close - nor to deny himself the sight of the monk completely undone.

Speaking of whom.

Gojyo carefully shifted his armload and eased him down, making sure the blond was steady on his feet though Gojyo still wrapped an arm around him - for support he told himself, and held the other man tucked against his body. He ran gentle hands down that proud back until the shivering faded.

He smiled dryly when he felt the monk tense a moment later - well he’d known it wasn’t going to be easy.

“Sanzo,” he called softly, brushing his lips tenderly over the arc of a graceful ear. The monk buried closer, refusing to lift his head.

He reached out and tilted Sanzo’s chin up, forcing amethyst to meet crimson.

“You were, and are, beautiful, Sanzo,” he murmured, “and this is something I’d like to repeat. Preferably somewhere more comfortable.”

He thrust his hips gently into Sanzo’s as proof, and saw the monk’s eyes go wide at the feel of his arousal.

He smiled at the holy man and closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of his monk, kissing a smooth pale temple tenderly.

“I’ll ask again. Will you come to my bed, Sanzo?” his words fell as heated breaths, stirring golden hair. He tugged Sanzo between his legs, rocking against him, flicking his tongue out to taste rosy lips as they opened in a gasp.

“Well?”

The blond shook his head, not really responding only attempting to rid himself of the fog that was clouding his senses - telling him that sinking into scarlet eyes was a good idea.

Gojyo knew the exact moment Sanzo broke through the post coital bliss. He made a strangled kind of gasp and jerked out of the redhead’s arms, eyes wide with dismay.

“YOU! What the HELL DID YOU-!!?

“Shh! Lower your voice, damn it! Unless you want to explain to the monkey why we’re in here.”

Sanzo looked ill for a minute then turned murderous eyes to Gojyo.

“Start talking, kappa,” he said, voice deadly.

“What do you want me to tell you? You were there.”

Uh oh. Wrong thing to say.

Gojyo quickly caught the fist flying toward his face - that’d been close.

“What the hell is your problem?” he hissed. “You were the one jerking yourself off with my hand.”

Sanzo yanked on his arm furiously, cheeks ashen, eyes wild.

Fuck, he’s really flying off the handle.

“Calm down, Sanzo. Don’t forget where we are and who’s in the next room.”

The blonde shot crimson a venomous look but took a deep breath and subsided.

“Sanzo-”

“Don’t EVER come near me again, kappa. You’ve had your little fun - try a repeat performance and you wont live to tell the tale.” The ice in the monk’s voice slid down Gojyo’s spine and doused the inferno that had been raging in his body only seconds before.

Shit, Gojyo thought dispiritedly as the blonde stormed out of the little closet, I’ve fucked up majorly this time.

Despite the redhead’s less than stellar reputation as a drinker, gambler, and playboy, Gojyo didn’t actually lose control of his faculties when he drank, and he gambled to make money - not so much for recreation. And he never, ever went after someone romantically with the intention of hurting them. The women he was with understood that he wasn’t looking to settle down - or even to get a girlfriend - and they would part ways peaceably when the fun was over.

But Sanzo wasn’t one of his women and he didn’t know the score - hell Sanzo didn’t know anything about sex, period.

Maybe the monk knew the basics, but cold hard facts- the crap you read in textbooks - was a far cry from actually feeling the glide of someone else’s hands, fingers and lips over your flesh, of feeling the heat of their body singe you.

Lust was a very powerful weapon - one that like any other required practice to control and learn how to use to its maximum potential. Gojyo had let Sanzo have it with both barrels and had angered the monk - not a difficult feat, but he hated the uncertainty and vulnerability he’d glimpsed before Sanzo had made his escape.

He wanted the blonde - true. But as much of a bastard as his Highness could be, Gojyo still bore a grudging respect for him - not to mention the fact that he was Hakkai’s friend.

Damn, I’m gonna have my work cut out for me trying to get back into his good graces. Or his less murderous graces - I doubt anyone other than his master has ever gotten further than that.

So that’s what he’d do. He’d apologize to Sanzo. Really, nothing major had happened - it’s not like they’d fucked - and he’d promise to keep his grimy hands to himself.

That ought to placate the monk. Or at least stop him from raking me over hot coals.

Gojyo nodded decisively. That’s what he’d do. And he’d go back to his women. It had been a stupid thing to do - trying to seduce Sanzo - he should have realized immediately it would lead to disaster. This was better, the monk would go back to being a prick and Gojyo . . .

Gojyo could forget the utter rightness he had felt with Sanzo clasped in his arms.

Yes, he could ignore that.

Because he never wanted to see shame reflected in those beautiful violet irises ever again.

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Alright! One more chapter down (or up). This story seems to be progressing both faster and slower than I had intended. Does that make any sense? Hmmm

*sigh* this story just isn’t mine anymore - it belongs to my muses. Those bastards just appeared out of nowhere and I made the mistake of feeding them -now they refuse to leave. Oh well. ^_^

See ya next chapter.