Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyuki Serial: Beautifully Broken Evolution ❯ 1 Gunning For sex ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Note: None of the lovelies of Saiyuki belong to me and all rights apply to the fantastic creators who do own them. If they did belong to me, they'd be doing a hell of a lot more of this kind of stuff on a regular basis. I am such a sick and evil little puppy.

 

Thanks goes to those who helped make sure I kept these guys in character. You know who you are.

 

~ indicates POV

 

 

1 Gunning For Sex

 

~Gojyo~

 

There was nothing better than a night of gambling, smoking and drinking. Unless you were to toss some sex into the mix. Then the night would be perfect. Too bad there had been that little disagreement with that goon about the pretty little thing that had been wriggling on my lap half the night.

 

How the hell was I supposed to know that she was his wife? Wasn't acting very wifely if you asked me. Not that I had asked; or even cared. A hot little number was a hot little number. Besides, she approached me not the other way around. I couldn't blame her for that. I was great in the sack and people just seemed to sense that about me.

 

I sighed as I made my way to the rooms we had managed to get for the night. I was barely half in the bag but the bar owner had made it clear that he didn't want any more trouble and I was `asked' to take my business else where. Asshole wouldn't even sell me another bottle to console myself with the loss of such a nice little piece of tail. Apparently news travels fast in this little town too `cause I had barely stepped into the next bar before the bar tender was saying it was last call. Yeah, right; and I was completely celibate.

 

It's not like I had killed the guy. He was just roughed up a little. He'd be fine in a day or two. He started it after all. I paused outside the room I was sharing with Sanzo and lit a smoke. I'd had to beat the snot out of the stupid monkey to get to share the room with Sanzo. Hakkai didn't like it when I smoked in the room and it was a pain in the ass to go outside to smoke. Since Sanzo smoked too, he couldn't careless if I smoked in the room or not.

 

Sanzo, now there was a beautiful piece of ass.

 

They didn't come much finer put together than Genjo Sanzo. Too bad he was such a fucking prick ninety-nine percent of the time. Looks will only get you so far. You need to have some kind of personality to go with them. Like me. I have a wonderful personality. I love the ladies and I make sure they know it but I'm not opposed to loving the men if they're beautiful. I've never had any trouble attracting either sex. I'm an equal opportunity lover. Something about the red hair and eyes just drew partners to me. Everybody wanted to do it with a real red-head. They wanted to know if the fire on the head was like a fire in the bed.

 

It is.

 

I don't think Sanzo does sex. It's about the only thing that I don't think he does. For having the title of Sanzo, he sure doesn't live up to all the things that the highest of the high monks should. He drinks. He smokes. He gambles. He swears. He kills. Maybe he believes having sex would push him that last step into hell. Who knows what he thinks?

 

Not really my problem to worry about his sex life or lack of one. My main problem right now was my lack of a sex life for the night. That pretty little thing had gotten me good and hot before the old ball and chain came and ruined the party in my pants she was invited to. I sighed as I opened the door to the room, wishing for the hundredth time that I had left with her when she had first suggested it instead of staying to play one more hand of cards.

 

The first thing I noticed when I walked in the room was the faint smell of booze. I wondered if Sanzo had any left or if the selfish prick had drunk it all. The second thing I noticed was the gun pointed at my head. Fuck, like I needed this.

 

“It's me Sanzo. Put up your gun,” I said as I took the last drag on my cigarette before crushing it out and waiting for that information to penetrate through the booze in Sanzo's brain.

 

When Sanzo didn't put away his gun, I started to feel a little nervous. How much had he had to drink if he was still holding his gun on me? It was gonna be a real buzz-kill if I had to talk him out of shooting me. Sanzo rose from where he had been slouching on the bed and glided towards me. The gun never wavered in his hand.

 

“Did you have a nice time Gojyo? Screw any lovely ladies tonight? I can smell some cheap whore's perfume on you from here.”

 

Aw fuck, I forgot; Sanzo's a mean drunk. I wondered what set him off this time and if I'm fast enough to open the door and get out before he can shoot me. My little buzz is definitely gone now. Before I can even answer him, he's got that gun pressed against my temple. I can smell the oil he used to clean it and the faintest trace of gunpowder.

 

“Did you get your rocks off? Did she get to find out if the carpet matches the drapes? Was she a screamer or did she just lay there and let you fuck her?” Sanzo hissed as he stood nose to nose with me.

 

Now wait just a fucking minute! I've always made sure everybody had fun between the sheets. Sanzo had no right to be calling my bed skills into question when he'd never been on the receiving end of them. I opened my mouth to set him straight when his next words had me leaving it hanging open in shock.

 

“Why even bother being the slut-about-town when you can get what you need from me?”

 

I did not just hear that. I must still have a little of that rot-gut booze flowing though me. Or I was hallucinating. Or both. I decided on hallucinating when Sanzo pressed himself against me and crushed his lips down on mine. His lips were hard and demanding and I could taste strong liquor when his tongue stabbed past my lips into my mouth. He had a rock hard erection that was digging into my own groin in the most pleasant way possible. Where the hell did this come from? Sanzo had never given any sign that he did men and most particularly, was interested in doing me.

 

Not that I was complaining or refusing him.

 

I've had a gun held to my head and I've been kissed deeply but never at the same time. It's one hell of a turn on; at least in my, now revised, books. I moved my hands slowly to rest on Sanzo's hips, ready to bolt if he showed the slightest sign of wanting to blow my brains out. He had taken off his robe earlier and was wearing only his black jeans and that sexy as hell leather top.

 

Sanzo pulled back from me and stared into my eyes. Whatever he saw there made him smirk at me and thumb back the hammer of the banishing gun. My stomach did a little flip-flop and I stayed completely still. Sanzo's free hand tangled in my hair and pulled my head painfully to one side until his lips brushed my ear.

 

“So, you do men too Sha Gojyo? I thought Goku was bullshitting me, but you really will fuck anyone won't you?” he whispered as he ground the barrel of the gun into my temple.

 

I must be a really perverted fucker `cause I was more aroused by Sanzo holding a loaded gun to my head while he ground his hips into mine than I had been by the woman in the bar earlier that night. I knew Sanzo could feel my erection just as I could feel his. I couldn't help the needy little groan that escaped me.

 

“No, I won't fuck just anybody. They have to be beautiful,” I whimpered as I started to guide Sanzo's hips into slow circles with my hands, grinding our groins together.

 

“I could kill you right now,” Sanzo hissed against my throat before biting a line up to my ear.

 

“Yeah, you could. But you want to screw more than you want to kill,” I whispered as I let my hands ghost up his ribs enjoying the feel of his body encased in warm, soft leather pressing against mine.

 

I wasn't about to let this golden opportunity pass me by. I had the chance to find out just how much of a tight ass Sanzo was; I wouldn't be Sha Gojyo if I turned and left the room now. Time to get naked before Sanzo sobered up and realized what he was doing. Feeling confident that he wanted in my pants more than he wanted to splatter my brains over the door, I pushed him away from me and started to strip.

 

He watched me with hungry eyes. The gun stayed pointed at me the whole time. I was naked and aroused and stood before him, waiting. I wanted to touch him again, but he was running the show this time and I didn't think that's what he wanted from me.

 

“So the carpet does match the drapes. I've never had a real red-head before,” Sanzo murmured as he looked me over with a critical eye.

 

Well surprise, surprise; Sanzo did have sex. Now, I was curious who with and when.

 

“Undress me,” he ordered with a tiny motion of the gun.

 

I approached him and tugged the snug leather top from his jeans. I felt around the back of the top for the zipper and pulled it down. I peeled him of the top and let it fall to the floor. I resisted the urge to lick and kiss the golden skin I was revealing. I would get the chance sooner or later but I could tell that Sanzo had a plan for how he wanted this little encounter to go. The jeans were the next to come off. Sanzo wore nothing under them. I would have never guessed he would be the type to go commando. While kneeling in front of him to take the jeans off, the gun was pressed once again to my head.

 

“While you're down there…”

 

Oh fuck, this was better kink than I would have ever gotten from that chick in the bar. I was going to have to consider getting Sanzo smashed more often if this was the end result.

 

I opened my mouth and flicked out my tongue to tease at Sanzo's stiff cock. His breath hissed out and his free hand fisted in my hair, pulling me closer to him. I licked over the head before sliding my mouth around him. Sanzo groaned and jerked his hips. I let him push into my mouth until I could feel his cock touch the back of my throat. I began to pull back slowly until he was just barely in mouth before sliding just as slowly back down. Sanzo began to rock his hips to the same slow rhythm, breath coming in sharp little pants. The hand fisted painfully in my hair loosened and cupped my skull. The gun remained rock steady against my temple.

 

I sucked on Sanzo's cock with every bit of skill I possessed. His skin was velvet soft and slightly salty. I could faintly taste alcohol on his skin and wondered how he could still get it up if he was so drunk that he was already sweating it out. I didn't really care though as it was the most erotic damn thing to be slowly sucking off Sanzo while he held a gun to my head.

 

I was falling into a sensual rhythm of pleasure, enjoying the feel and taste of his cock in my mouth when Sanzo pulled me off him with no warning. He dragged me to my feet with the hand still buried in my hair and kissed me roughly. His tongue slipped into my mouth once again and teased along the inside edges of my lips before stroking my own. He rubbed his naked body against mine and we both groaned at the contact. Sanzo broke the kiss and trailed the barrel of the gun down my chest.

 

“You're a pretty good cock-sucker. Let's see if you're as fuckable as you look.”

 

Sanzo backed the few steps away to the bed. When he felt the mattress against the backs of his legs, he sat down and spread his legs. He dragged the barrel of the gun over his hard nipples and down against his straining cock. Some of his pre-come glistened where it smeared on the barrel. He watched my eyes the whole time and brought up the gun to lick the barrel clean. My cock throbbed as I watched him and wanted to feel his tongue do the same thing on my cock. He had a real fixation with that gun tonight. That was fine by me. It was kinky as all get out and making me harder every time he pointed it at me like he would shoot me if I didn't suck him off or whatever other sex act he wanted me to do.

 

Sanzo lay back on the bed legs still spread and motioned me over with the gun. When I didn't move and just stared at the sight of so much golden flesh spread out before me, he thumbed back the hammer once again.

 

“Get your ass over here before I shoot you,” he snarled.

 

I moved then. Sanzo didn't need to be drunk to take a shot at me. I was pretty sure that he wouldn't shoot me until he gotten what he wanted from me, but not absolutely positive. Besides, I wanted what he wanted; hot, kinky sex with a beautiful man. I did my best to put a sexy little sway in my walk. I knew I accomplished it when he growled at me and his cock twitched. His hand snaked under the pillow and came up with a tube of lube. He tossed it to me and I caught it by reflex.

 

“Lube yourself up Gojyo; I'm done playing with you.”

 

What!? Done playing with me? He hadn't done shit! He expected me to lube myself up so he could fuck me with no more preparation than that? That was going a little far even for a heartless prick like Sanzo. Some of what I was thinking must have been showing on my face. Sanzo scowled at me and pointed the gun at my chest.

 

“I like a little pain as much as the next guy but you're not fucking me without lube,” he growled impatiently as he spread his legs farther apart and braced his heels on the mattress, giving me a beautiful view of his tight little hole.

 

Oh sweet, merciful Goddess! Sanzo wanted me to fuck him? I decided I was going to get Sanzo smashed every single damn night. I flipped the tube open and poured out a generous amount into my palm before slicking my cock with the cool liquid. I started to slick and tease his entrance, pushing a finger slowly into him. I had barely gotten past the second knuckle when the gun was brought up to rest in the hollow of my throat.

 

“No preparation Gojyo. I want it hard tonight. Fuck me like I tell you to or I shoot you.”

 

I groaned at the words spoken in such a dark and demanding tone. I pulled out my finger and pushed my cock against the tight ring of muscle. I felt Sanzo flinch under me and his breath hissed out of him. I froze and looked down into stormy violet eyes. The gun dug into my throat, a silent demand to continue. I pushed harder and sucked in a sharp breath when Sanzo's muscles suddenly relaxed and I slid inside his tight heat.

 

The gun was removed from my throat and Sanzo moaned harshly. He pulled me down to lie over top of him and little gasps of pleasure escaped him as he arched himself onto me. I felt his arms circle my back and could feel the cold, heavy weight of the gun pressing against my back. He felt so good. His skin was silky soft under my fingers; his hair clean smelling and cool against my face. I vowed that the next time I got him under me, I was going to take my time exploring his body to make up for the lack of that experience this time.

 

“Fuck me hard Gojyo. I want to feel that cock of yours slamming into me,” Sanzo moaned into my ear before biting it hard.

 

I groaned and pulled out as far as I dared before sliding back in. I wanted to make it last. He was hot and tight around me and much better feeling than I had ever dreamed possible. I fisted his cock between our bellies, stroking him in rhythm with my thrusts. For each slow, long thrust, Sanzo jerked his hips and whined in his throat. I felt the gun slid up my spine and press against the back of my skull.

 

“I said hard Gojyo. I want it hard. Enough with the fucking teasing.”

 

He was in a mood tonight and I wasn't about to deny him. I started a punishing rhythm like Sanzo demanded and was rewarded by his deep groan of pleasure. I was sure I was nailing his prostate with every thrust. The gun was digging into my skull and his fingers had my hip in a bruising grip. He tilted his hips up to meet every thrust I made and panted and whined as I moved faster. I felt the blood surge through the cock in my hand seconds before a harsh growl left Sanzo's lips and his orgasm tore through his suddenly tense body. I moaned as his tight ass clenched down on my driving cock.

 

“Now, Gojyo. Come now,” Sanzo groaned before grabbing my hair again and yanking my head down for a brutal kiss.

 

I let go of the last little bit of restraint I had and slammed my hips one last time into Sanzo. I revelled in the release of orgasm as my cock pulsed in his ass and he devoured my mouth. The gun slid away from my head as Sanzo's hand fell limply to the bed. He released my mouth and panted softly next to my ear, his whole body gone slack with the afterglow of good, hard, almost violent sex.

 

He finally shoved at my shoulder to move me off him and hissed at the sting of my cock slipping from his ass. Sanzo reached for the pack of smokes on the table beside the bed and lit one. He took a couple of drags before offering it to me.

 

“Not that I didn't like it a hell of a lot, but what the fuck brought this on,” I asked as I pulled the acrid smoke into my lungs.

 

“I felt like it.”

 

I started to tell him that wasn't enough of a reason. I thought better of it when I noticed he was still holding the banishing gun in a loose grip. I passed him back the smoke and watched him finish it off. A stray thought occurred to me and I had to give voice to it, gun or not.

 

“You're not drunk are you? You never were. You set me up for this,” I said surprised beyond anything that Sanzo had felt the need to go to such lengths to get me to fuck him. I would have done it if he'd just asked me. I might not have done the whole gun play thing without a lot of convincing but I'm always open to kinky suggestions.

 

“No, I wasn't and yes, I did. This doesn't leave this room. You breathe one word of this to anyone and I will kill you,” Sanzo said in a deadly voice as he pointed the banishing gun at me once more.

 

I thought about it for a minute and decided that it wouldn't bother me none to keep this little bit of kink to myself. I decided to see just how far I could push it. “As long as I get to do it again, you got yourself a deal,” I smirked as I ran a hand up his leg to cup his balls.

 

Sanzo spread his legs and a tiny smile appeared on his face. The hand that was holding the gun the entire time I had been fucking him, let it go and caught in my hair. A sharp tug on my hair pulled my face close to his.

 

“I like this kinky little dark side of yours Sanzo. I suggest we explore it a little more.”

 

Sanzo kissed me hard in response and pinched my nipple. I yelped into his mouth in surprise then groaned as he rubbed his leg against my returning erection. Who knew the highest of the high monks was such a twisted sex fiend? It was one secret I was perfectly happy to keep to myself.