Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Bonding ❯ Chapter 1

Bonding

Pairings : Sanzo x Gojyo
Rating : R/NC-17
Warnings : Yaoi, lemon, some swearing, PWP
Disclaimer : Saiyuki belongs to Minekura Kazuya. Not me.
Summary : All Sanzo wants is to relax, but as luck would have it, the bed is already occupied - by one very naked Gojyo. So, what's a sullen monk and a horny water-sprite gonna do?

A/N : The last time I wrote anything Saiyuki was a good 2 years ago. ^^;; I've jumped back into the fandom with a fic featuring my closet obsession => Sanzo/Gojyo! I just think they're explosive together! Never mind if they wanna kill each other half the time. ^_~ Hope you enjoy and feedback is most appreciated! ^^

"You."

"Fuck off, darling."

But of course, neither of them was budging, and neither of them was leaving. Firstly, there was only one available room in the inn that had a bed. Secondly, one room with one bed meant that it was up for competition for as long a time as they were stuck in this inn. And thirdly, the main roads were flooded from the flash torrential storm the night before, and the last time they checked, Hakuryu had not yet learnt to transform into a private jet.

And so, fourthly - Sanzo's mind continued to tick off his mental checklist as he stalked towards the bed -

Sanzo's mind shut down for a second.

Not much of the one bed in the room could be seen at the very moment, and whatever else that could be seen disappeared as the occupant did a full, luxurious body stretch. A mess of endlessly-long limbs, rivers of crimson hair, and stretches and stretches of golden skin greeted Sanzo's rigid gaze. Very, very naked golden skin. The sheet swathed across narrow hips was at best, scandalously thin.

"Like what you see?" Gojyo was now sprawled on his side, his cheek propped up on one hand, lounging like a panther. His crimson eyes leered at Sanzo from behind a fall of hair of the same shade. Coupled with the lazy smile on his generous lips, he looked thoroughly debauched, and very himself, in fact.

"What," Sanzo shot back coolly, moving to stand right at the edge of the bed. "Is it mating season for water sprites already?" Let's just say that Sanzo never really had any nice things to say to some people.

Gojyo's grin widened at the same time his eyes flashed. "Better question. Why do monks care about mating season?"

"Move over."

"Over my dead fucking body."

"I can arrange that."

A torrent of curses and swearing all aimed at Sanzo's questionable lineage spilled from the half-breed as he grudgingly obeyed. It mostly had to do with a few facts. Gojyo had the blade. Sanzo had the gun. He'd leave the fight for his dignity for a better day. Still grumbling, Gojyo squirmed to one side, and tried not to squawk when the bastard of a monk used his goddamned foot to shove him the rest of the way until each of them took up one-half of the bed.

Well, Gojyo conceded crankily, at least he was still on the bed. He had called on Sanzo's ire enough times to know that the monk was very capable of more unholy methods of punishment.

"Hakkai and Goku would be back soon," Sanzo remarked as he stretched out on the bed, stiffly as he did so. The bed was not quite made to fit two grown men, but more significantly, Sanzo had no intention of touching the almost-naked half-breed next to him, accidentally or not.

A low, sensuous chuckle throbbed from Gojyo. "Hakkai's seen it all already. And I don't give a shit what kids think."

"Hn. Shining example of morality, are we?"

"Always. And don't go falling in love with me 'cuz of that."

Sanzo snorted. Maybe the mood of sheer laziness permeating the room was contagious. Not even Sanzo could work up any real energy to inflict violence on the half-breed at the moment. So, he did the next best thing, and filed away this incident at the back of his mind for later vengeance.

Contagious indeed. Sanzo was beginning to understand just why Gojyo had absolutely refused to head for town to stock up on his cigarettes. Outside the window, the air was still damp from the downpour and a delicious curl of breeze was filtering into the room. After the previous weeks of blazingly hot weather, the coolness now was a godsend.

"Ne, Sanzo..."

The man contemplated ignoring his bedfellow for a moment, but knowing Gojyo, the silent treatment was only an invitation for more whining. "What," he barked.

Gojyo didn't answer. The silence stretched between them, slowly needling Sanzo's patience. If Gojyo had kept his mouth shut right from the beginning, Sanzo could very well pretend he was not there. But now that Gojyo had the gall to dangle an unvoiced issue before him, Sanzo would hear it no matter what.

Jerking his head around, Sanzo shot the other man an irritated glance. "What? "

Gojyo was in the same lounging position he was in earlier, except he was turned towards Sanzo. The sheet had slipped precariously low, exposing a very disturbing expanse of sharp hipbone, taut abdomen and a fine dusting of hair. "Alright, alright," Gojyo rolled his eyes, lowering the hand that was supporting his chin. He raised himself onto his elbow, and the sheet slipped just that little bit lower. "How long is this gonna last?"

"Define 'this'."

Crimson eyes widened, as if Gojyo didn't really believe that Sanzo was actually humouring his questions. But Gojyo's composure was never rattled for long. His shoulders eased, the lazy smile crept back onto his lips. Tossing back his hair, he sighed dramatically. "It's all up to you. Define it anyhow you like." His eyes however, were trained on Sanzo.

The golden-haired monk felt the weight of Gojyo's gaze on him without looking, and he realised with some degree of annoyance, that Gojyo was in one of his tiresome, pensive moods. It was like a bad habit almost, how Gojyo's outward flamboyance would fade and he would lapse into uncharacteristic thoughtfulness.

The flippant façade Gojyo wore like an accessory worked beautifully in the eyes of the outside world. But Sanzo knew better. He had seen the man stripped of his pretenses and pretty posturing, and what lay beneath was something that was also mirrored in all of them, even Sanzo himself. Varying degrees of whatever humanity that was left and minute possibilities of genuine good, but also too much ugliness. The petty selfishness, hatred, vengeance and darkness that existed in every man. And perhaps...some fear of that same ugliness.

"It lasts until we have stopped the trouble in the West." Sanzo said tersely. He might or might not have defined 'this' in the way he was supposed to, but Gojyo did say it was up to him, didn't he? "Everything ends then. Now leave me alone."

The pause before Gojyo's response stood out in screaming silence, but as usual, he chuckled in that half-amused, half-weary way of his. "Yeah, yeah, Sanzo-sama."

Sanzo leaned his head back, allowing himself to really feel the pull of drowsiness that had been seeping into his veins since morning. He needed a cigarette, he decided as he stared unblinkingly at the ceiling. He was starting to feel that twinge when the withdrawal started to kick in. Maybe he really needed to quit smoking once and for all. With absurd thoughts like these occupying Sanzo's mind, he didn't actually feel it until the hand was already gliding up his thigh.

Stiffening sharply, Sanzo caught the errant hand on his leg, his fingers curling dangerously hard over the bony wrist. "Gojyo."

"I'm all ears." Gojyo's voice was suddenly so near, Sanzo thought he could feel the warm breath from the other man.

"I'm warning you." Sanzo's teeth were starting to grind. "Don't push your luck."

His trapped hand was little hindrance. Curling over to one side again, Gojyo slid one bare thigh against Sanzo's clothed flank. It was not as coy a gesture as it was careful. "But that's what makes it fun."

Even through the layers of his robes, Sanzo felt the warmth and firmness of Gojyo's skin like a hot brand. "I should kill you."

"Make an appointment."

Sanzo had to look; he turned his head. Unbidden and against all the his mental alarms, he watched the hunger-darkened crimson of Gojyo's eyes, how they lowered to half-mast in invitation, the damning little smile playing on his lips, and even the way his hair fell across his scarred cheek as he tilted his head and flicked his tongue over Sanzo's knuckles even as they tightened.

Sanzo's breathing was growing thunderous in his ears. The room around him faded at the edges of his vision, narrowing until all he could see was the gold and red of the sinuous body curving into him. He released Gojyo's wrist, his fingers twitching as the familiar, dry, crackling sensation pooled in his guts. He recognised it for what it was, just another vice added to his already-colourful track record.

Lust.

It was an urge that Sanzo quelled as soon as it arose. In that respect, it was not so very different from the way he handled his other assorted sins. It was just a little bit trickier, because quelling it thoroughly required another willing body. Sanzo put it down to extreme bad fortune that the willing body was usually his least favourite creature on this side of the world.

Even that thought was fast evaporating as the hard point of a knee nudged against his groin. In some absurd part of his mind, Sanzo marvelled at Gojyo's startling disregard for his own life. There had been many who had incurred Sanzo's wrath and earned swift death in return. Yet none would seize his desires and fan them into raging flames, escape burned and marked, and keep coming back the way Sha Gojyo did.

"They would be back soon." Sanzo's voice husked from this throat. His veins felt like liquid fire was surging through them. It wouldn't be long now; his control was bleeding rapidly away. Gojyo's bare hips rolled as the half-breed rocked into him. Sanzo could feel the hard, sheet-covered erection against his thigh.

"Better make it fast, then."

It was a rush of sharp breaths and wiry limbs as Sanzo rose in a snap and shoved the half-breed over onto his back. Straddled over Gojyo, Sanzo lowered his head and fastened his mouth to the long, taut neck beneath him. His caresses were rough, sucking and biting as he tasted the salty-sweet skin.

A strangled, guttural groan forced its way out of Gojyo's throat when one of Sanzo's hands tangled into his hair and jerked his head back. "Fuck! Go easy on the ha - " His curse ended in a shuddering gasp as Sanzo's teeth sank into his flesh.

It was just hard enough to break the skin's surface, and Sanzo laved his tongue over the glaze of blood that welled up from the wound. Gojyo's body arched sharply into him, a soft moan keening from his throat. His face was flushed, features drawn tightly in pain, and what could also be pleasure, if the stiffening of his arousal was anything to go by.

Sanzo raised his head, his hand still clutching fistfuls of silky red hair. Streams of it were plastered to Gojyo's sweat-damp skin. "You actually like the pain." Sanzo said against Gojyo's panting mouth, the barest velvet slide of lips enough to tantalise and raise their mutual hunger to a keener peak.

"I like the fucking more." Gojyo surged up and took Sanzo's mouth hungrily. They kissed like they were wrestling, tongues stabbing and lips meshed together hard enough to hurt. "I'm done with foreplay." One of his hands found its way through the opening of Sanzo's robes, and he ran it feverishly over lean muscle beneath the leather.

The other man evidently agreed. Shifting, he grounded their groins more firmly together. Gojyo gritted his teeth, barely able to keep himself still, but never letting his eyes stray. There was something to be said about having a monk slung over your hips, but one with hair of burnished gold and eyes of amethyst simply re-wrote Gojyo's list of conquests with each hot and furious encounter.

The holy robes parted unceremoniously, falling open at Sanzo's shoulders and thighs, and exposing the skin-cleaving black leather beneath. A saint and sinner in one, the unbidden thought struck Gojyo.

Sanzo reached between those folds of cloth, his hand hidden from sight, but its movements unmistakable. Watching Sanzo pleasure himself, Gojyo's breath quickened. The way Sanzo's head was thrown back, jaw clenched fiercely, the gold of his hair catching the wan sunlight...he was the very image of forbidden pleasure.

"Let me help." The robes were in the way, but Gojyo plunged his hand inside. His fingers met the sleekness of leather, or what might have been soft skin, it was hard to tell. Above him, Sanzo's eyes flew open, staring down at him like slivers of amethyst ice. The expression in them was wild, and complete unreadable.

An unexpected bit of help as Sanzo's hand seized, then guided his. Gojyo curled his fingers over the length of blazing flesh. He kneaded and stroked it slowly, letting Sanzo feel every inch of his callused palm from the base all the way to the sensitive head. This Gojyo rubbed with his thumb, flicking around the foreskin, and over the leaking tip.

"Nnnh!" Sanzo's bit down on his gasp, feeling himself swell to full hardness in Gojyo's skilled hand.

"How do you want it?" Crimson eyes gaze up at Sanzo through thick lashes, the drugged look in them stirring Sanzo from his own haze of arousal.

It took just a split-second of decision. "Turn over." Sanzo rose onto his knees.

"Wha - " Gojyo looked almost surprised, then an amused grin widened his lips. "Ah, that way." Almost lazily, he began squirming from under Sanzo.

Sanzo was fiercely pleased at the uncharacteristic obedience from the half-breed. Such were the only possible dynamics during these sessions between them. Gojyo might be the initiator, but Sanzo finished all that was started. Now he stared down at the long, lean back presented to him. Broad shoulders, a sleek torso that would have been thin if not for the corded muscles, narrow waist and hips.

The sheet had slipped off long ago, and Sanzo licked his lips as he ran his hands over the swells of firm ass. The taut skin quivered under his touch; Sanzo felt his own groin tighten in response. Without wasting further time, he gripped rangy hips in hard fingers. The half-breed grunted and complied as he was pulled onto his knees. A demanding thigh settled between his legs and spread them further apart.

"Here." Half-turning, Gojyo yanked something out from under the pillow he was lying on, and shoved it into Sanzo's hand. "Do me favour, bastard."

A smirk curled Sanzo lip's. It was oil, and when he uncapped the vial, the smell of some exotic fragrance reached his nose. "You use this on women?"

Already braced on the bedframe, Gojyo jerked his head around. He looked pissed, and thoroughly frustrated. "You have a probl - "

Sanzo chose that moment to prise apart tight buttocks, and slide two already-slickened fingers home. "Or is this just for any cock up your ass?"

Gojyo's swearing was muffled by his head sinking into his arm, and teeth clamping down on his skin. His groans couldn't be silenced however, dragged from his throat as Sanzo prepared him with ungentle fingers that were painful but promised even greater pleasure.

"Fucking hurry up!" Gojyo grated out. His legs were trembling as they kept his ass up, and he couldn't trust his arms not to buckle if he so much as twitched. He could find no relief for his erection, which swung stiff and heavy against his belly.

"Don't order me...around." Sanzo growled between grunts as he tilted the oil over his swollen length. Grasping Gojyo by the hips and opening him up, he nudged against the exposed ring of muscle.

There was no warning. Sanzo was never one for any preamble. The first thrust slammed the half-breed against the bedframe as Sanzo buried himself to the root, penetrating deep within the hot, tight sheath.

"Aaannhh...fuck!" Gojyo's eyes squeezed tight as he clutched at the frame, loose sheets, anything his fingers could find. It wasn't as much pain as the shock of the intrusion, the aching pleasure and sensation of a cock sinking impossibly deep in him. He barely had time to gather his scattered mind together when Sanzo pulled almost all the way out, and punched forward again.

Around them, the metallic thunk of the bedframe against the wall and the creaking of the protesting bed accompanied the harsh breaths filling the silence.

Sanzo's robes fanned around their fused hips, the material maddening where it teased Gojyo's over-sensitised thighs and testicles. Sanzo was thrusting in earnest now, driving a frenetic and relentless rhythm that Gojyo found himself caught up in. He rocked his hips back, meeting each heavy lunge as it hit with unerring precision the spot that sent a flush of sensations coursing through his thrumming body.

Mingled sweat dripped from their heaving bodies. Gojyo's hair, plastered to his neck and back in wet locks, was clutched and shoved out of the way as Sanzo leaned down and scraped tongue and teeth over an already-bruised neck. Fresh ache throbbed from the earlier wound, and Gojyo's whine reverberated against Sanzo's lips.

"Anyone told you you're a slut?" As if proving his point, Sanzo's fingers snaked around his chest and plucked at his stiff nipples. Gojyo gave up the fight to be quiet, inarticulate noises spilling from him as the rough caresses stroked down his abdomen. So close...

The goddamned monk knew of course, deliberately skirting clear of his cock to cup testicles full and ready. Slim but steely fingers squeezed none-too-gently and Gojyo yelped. "Hmm?" Sanzo hissed as he laved his tongue over the scars branding Gojyo's cheek.

"A...all the time." Trademark grin in place, Gojyo tossed a look over his shoulder at the man still pounding into his ass. His tone was sweet, but the undercurrent of deadliness was crystal-clear. "Why, you feel differently, lover?"

Sanzo just snorted, his hand coming up to flex around Gojyo's neglected arousal and silencing whatever insult Gojyo had been on the verge of hurling. The rhythm, which had slowed, started all over again, accelerating, and Gojyo clung on helplessly as Sanzo's thrusts grew in intensity.

Orgasm shuddered through Gojyo in a violent wave and trapped in its throes, he yelled into the cool air. Sanzo's grasp on his pulsing cock was bruising, drawing out his climax with agonising ruthlessness. With his free hand at his waist, Sanzo lifted Gojyo's ass higher. He finished it in a series of hurried, heavy thrusts, throwing his head back as he groaned through clenched teeth and released deep into the hot canal spasming around his shaft.

It didn't take long to figure out that the one bed in the one room wasn't the only problem on their hands now. The sheets had to be taken to the wash, stained with scented oil and other less innocent fluids as they were. Neither of them wanted to imagine Hakkai's reaction should he find out what they had been doing to - or on - the bed.

So now, sheet-less and looking very bare indeed, the abused bed creaked as Gojyo began fishing through his clothes for his damned lighter. He couldn't feel it anywhere on his person. That was the problem with wearing anything, really, but Sanzo had made it clear that was not going to tolerate his nudity anymore for the rest of the day. Gojyo had felt obliged to comply, particularly when in a moment of bubbling generosity, the monk had allowed Gojyo to bum a smoke off him. Not his preferred brand, but Gojyo wasn't complaining.

If he could find his lighter of course.

"Stop. Fidgeting."

"Can't..." Gojyo mumbled around the cigarette in his mouth. "Find...g'damned...ligh'er..."

Several long seconds of more fidgeting, mangled cussing, and Gojyo was still unable to find his lighter.

"The hell..." Gojyo gave a heartfelt groan. "I'm gonna dieeee - owww, fuck!" His lamenting was cut short as a flash of yellow and black streaked up, and a leather-shod hand snagged his hair. Gojyo found himself yanked down by the hair, and suddenly staring wide-eyed into Sanzo's icy glare. "Wha - "

If possible, Sanzo's grip tightened, painfully so.

Gojyo was about to let loose a round of expletives, until the realisation hit home. "You coulda' just said so, bastard." He grumbled, but fell quiet as he eased himself over Sanzo.

The blonde man simply waited as Gojyo lowered his head, before raising his mouth to meet Gojyo halfway. The ends of their cigarettes touched, sparking. Above the tiny, orange burn of the shared heat, a piercing amethyst gaze and its smoky crimson counterpart held each other with an intensity that could cut the very air between them.

"Thanks, man..." Gojyo broke the deadlock with a grin. He drew back and laid back down on his half of the bed. "You're my saviour..."

Sanzo said nothing; the curls of smoke from his cigarette his only reply.

Somewhere down the corridor, the voices of Hakkai and Goku were getting more distinct. They were back from their little excursion into the town.

"Hey, Sanzo..."

Silence. Then... "What?"

"Is this what they call male-bonding?"

"Shut up."

end May 2005