Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyuki Serial: Beautifully Broken Evolution ❯ 22 Musical Chairs ( Chapter 22 )

Author's Notes: I don't own a damn thing here except the smutty idea. Rights to the characters, as always, remains with their creator.

 

Self-beta job here. Thanks goes to those who helped/inspired/prodded me along.

 

 

22Musical Chairs

 

~Gojyo~

 

I'd found another origami.

 

It was a pale green seahorse this time and I still wasn't sure whether Sanzo or Hakkai was the one to leave it for me. I knew it wasn't in my shaving kit when I'd shaved Sanzo after bathing him. He'd fallen asleep in my arms in the pool but he'd been awake and having a smoke before I woke up the next morning. I had no idea how long he'd been up before I noticed he wasn't snuggled next to me.

 

Sanzo could have made it, but why? He wasn't exactly known for the giving of gifts. Hell, he barely said thank you most of the time even when he knew he should. Making and giving me anything like the origami was kinda out of character for Sanzo.

 

Hakkai had thanked me for playing nurse to Sanzo when I'd passed him in the hall that morning. He'd also had some of my clean shirts folded in his arms and asked if I minded if he put them in my bag. I'd have probably just crammed them in there anyway so I said sure. Hakkai had been gone, the shirts tucked neatly in my bag and Sanzo dozing again when I got back to the room. The little seahorse could have been in the shirts Hakkai was carrying and I'd have never known.

 

But why would Hakkai be giving me origami? He wasn't shy about saying thanks or giving gifts. He was pretty straight forward actually. I didn't think Hakkai would make the effort to hide some thing like the origami but one of them was doing it.

 

I took the seahorse out of my shaving kit again and stared at it. It was just folded paper but it was beautiful. I was almost afraid to hold it, it looked so delicate. I wondered why I'd gotten a seahorse this time. It had to mean something, I just wasn't sure what. Doing something like this took patience and skill. I held the seahorse for a minute more before putting it into a small wooden box I'd bought in one of the towns we'd passed through shortly after I got the butterfly. Whether the origami was from Hakkai or Sanzo didn't matter. I didn't want them getting crushed. One of them had taken the time to make something special just for me and I wasn't about to let them get wrecked. I put the box back in my bag, near the bottom where curious eyes couldn't just stumble over it, and left the bathroom. I could already hear Goku whining about how he was starving. There was a thud, a yelp and an angry command to `shut the fuck up'.

 

I knew then that Sanzo was really feeling better.

 

I dropped my bag off in the room and hurried down the stairs to follow the sound of the whining monkey in the restaurant. If I didn't haul ass, Goku would take all the spring rolls and whatever else he could get his greedy hands on. And, I now had to keep an eye on Sanzo, too. I still couldn't get over the sneaky bastard stealing my last dumpling that one time.

 

 

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Sanzo didn't eat much but then again, he never really did. Goku had snagged nearly all the spring rolls. If I didn't have fast fingers, he probably would have gotten them all. I even caught Sanzo's hand sneaking towards my plate for my last pot sticker when he thought I wasn't looking. I'd raised an eyebrow at him and he'd glared at me before making like he'd never had any intention to steal food off my plate. I don't think he knew that it was a different kinda thing for him to take food from my plate than for Goku do it. Goku doing it was that annoying, pain-in-the-ass, little brother kinda deal. Sanzo doing it was more like what one lover would do to tease the other.

 

I'd have loved to feed Sanzo. I could almost feel his lips on my fingers as he took food from me. The way his tongue would curl around my fingers to lick sauce off. I shifted a bit in my seat, grateful that my jeans were a little baggy. The boner I was getting from the mental image of feeding Sanzo while both of us were naked would be painful if I was wearing tight pants. God, it would be so fucking hot to feed Sanzo, but that would have guaran-fucking-teed me a date with his gun in the un-fun kinda way if I'd tried that shit in a crowded room. I'd have to save that game for a more private kinda dinner.

 

Hakkai was being a little weird, especially around Hakuryuu. He was feeding Hakuryuu like he normally did and blushing like mad every time the stupid dragon licked his fingers. Every now and again, Hakuryuu would look at me and I swear to god, the damn dragon looked smug. I think he even stuck his tongue out at me once. Hakkai said I imagined that even as he blushed again. Hakuryuu still hissed at me when I got too close to Hakkai but he seemed to have calmed down a little. At least I didn't feel like a fire ball in the face was a possibility every time Hakuryuu looked at me. I had no idea what his problem was or why he'd gotten a sudden hate on for me. I'd asked Hakkai what was up but he just laughed in that way he had that you knew wasn't about being funny and said Hakuryuu was just being territorial and that dragons did that sometimes.

 

I snorted. Like he was some big fucking expert on them.

 

Hakkai was acting different, not just weird. He was a little mellower, almost content. I'd pointed this out to him and asked what'd changed. He'd looked startled for half a heart beat and given a nervous laugh when he said he was just relaxed after this forced break for Sanzo to get better. That wasn't it. I'd lived with the guy. There was something he wasn't saying, something more going on that he wasn't telling me about. I wanted to be hurt about that but Hakkai seemed happy. Really and truly happy, so I wasn't going to poke at him more. At least not right now.

 

We all had secrets of some kind.

 

Hakkai still had the gold card and paid for the meal before giving it back to Sanzo. Sanzo finished his smoke and said he was going back to the room. I watched him pick up a paper on his way out. Hakkai said rest was still the best thing for Sanzo after being so sick so I was glad that I hadn't needed to prod him into going back to the room. Sanzo wasn't sick and defenceless anymore and he was nearly back to his regular fan-whacking, pot-shot taking, pissy bastard self. If I'd told him he needed rest, he'd have hit me with that stupid fan or taken a bead on me with his gun. While that stuff could be fun in the bedroom, I wasn't so happy with the idea when he was just being an asshole.

 

I was having a nice, quiet after dinner smoke when Goku started to whine about how he wanted desert. I had no idea where monkey-boy put all the food he ate. His gut should've exploded by now. I also felt like I owed him just a little for helping me out when Sanzo was sick. I couldn't have looked after him without Goku's help, especially since Hakkai had been going quietly even crazier than he already was when Hakuryuu disappeared on him and I'd had my hands full with a delirious monk. I pulled some bills from my pocket.

 

“Here. Buy whatever you want for desert. My treat. You did good, helping me when Sanzo was sick,” I said as I pushed the money towards Goku.

 

“You're buying me desert? For real, Gojyo?” Goku asked his eyes wide in shock. The cash vanished even as he checked to make sure I wasn't jerking him around.

 

“Yeah, for real. You were a big help with Sanzo. You know, helping me get food and water into him and dragging his sick ass to the bathroom and shit. Just remember to keep your mouth shut about knowing about me and Sanzo and especially about the stuff you heard Sanzo saying when he was out of it. He'll shoot you first before he comes gunning for my head and I'm allergic to that kinda pain.”

 

“I'm not stupid, Gojyo. Even I know Sanzo'd be real mad if he knew what he said when he was sick,” Goku said, rolling his eyes at me before he raised his arm to get the waitress's attention.

 

I stood and ruffled Goku's hair. He could be an annoying little shit but he had been really good about helping me keep Sanzo comfortable. I left the restaurant and headed for the stairs. Maybe I could sneak in some more snuggle time with Sanzo. He seemed a little more mellow lately but that was probably `cause he wasn't back into the top pissy form he usually was. I was sure, given another couple of days, he'd be back to his normal bitchy self.

 

I knew I was a grade `A' masochist when I realized that I actually missed that about him.

 

I opened the door to the room and slipped inside. Sanzo was reading his paper at the little table that was in the room. He hadn't bothered with his robe earlier, just throwing on his sleeveless leather shirt and a pair of old faded jeans. He'd taken off his sandals and socks and his long legs were stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles. He lowered an edge of the paper to see who'd come into the room and grunted at me before going back to his reading.

 

My mouth went dry and a little bolt of arousal shot straight to my groin.

 

Sanzo'd tied his hair back in a stubby little ponytail. His glasses had slipped halfway down his nose. A lit smoke was pressed between his lips. He'd stared at me for all of three seconds over the rims of his glasses before grunting and going back to his paper. I didn't think he had any idea how incredibly hot he looked like that.

 

I moved quietly to him, sinking to my knees beside him. I cupped him through the soft, worn denim making the paper rattle in his hands at the unexpected touch. He peered around the paper and narrowed his eyes at me.

 

“Fuck off. I'm reading,” Sanzo growled at me. There was a lot less heat in that than I was used to hearing.

 

“No shit. You can still read if I play with you, can't you?” I said with a little challenge in my voice.

 

“Pervy kappa,” Sanzo muttered as he snapped the paper back into place. That was as close to permission as I was gonna get from him.

 

I grinned. I was slowly getting the hang of getting Sanzo to do what I wanted him too. A little challenge here, a tiny comment there and he'd either dive head first into what I wanted to do with him or he'd stomp off in a snit. I didn't always get it right but I managed to have my way more times than not. Probably didn't hurt my cause that Sanzo liked having sex with me and usually caved after a token protest.

 

I rubbed my palm back and forth over his hardening cock. He was still trying to read the paper but every now and again, the pages would twitch when I'd give him a gentle squeeze. I popped the fly on my pants, pushed the zipper down and wrapped my fingers around my dick. Seeing Sanzo sitting there looking hotter than hell made my cock hard before I even touched him. I rested my cheek against his thigh and closed my eyes as I stroked myself and him to the same rhythm. I smiled when I heard a shaky sigh from Sanzo and he gave a subtle push with his hips into my hand.

 

I rubbed my thumb over the head of my cock spreading the pre-come around. With my face so close to Sanzo's groin, I could faintly smell the musk of his arousal. This was one of those times that I was grateful for youkai senses. I began slow, deep breaths, letting the smell of our arousal mix in my nose and goose my desire higher. Yeah, technically I was using my demon half, which I said I wouldn't do to Sanzo without his permission; but I was doing this to tease myself not him. I started to add more squeezes to both our cocks. A tiny groan escaped Sanzo along with another rattle to the paper and a not so subtle hip thrust. I grinned wider.

 

Time to take it up a notch.

 

Worn jeans not only looked fantastic on Sanzo, they made working the button loose stupid easy. The fly came down smooth as butter. I slipped my fingers inside his jeans, stroking lightly over the skin of his belly. The paper shook slightly again at the light touch of my hand on his warm flesh. I opened my eyes to watch what I was doing.

 

I could only see a bit of Sanzo's cock in the open fly of his jeans. I loved the fact that he went commando. He was such a naughty monk. I ran a finger between his cock and belly, making his dick twitch. The dark gold curls at the base were soft against the rough pads of my fingers. I wanted to press my nose into those curls and just inhale the smell of his arousal. I dragged a blunt fingernail down his length until the zipper stopped me from going any lower. I heard paper crumple and looked up to see Sanzo's fingers curled into fists around the edge of the paper.

 

“Is it a boring story, Sanzo?”

 

“What?” Sanzo asked a little breathlessly.

 

“The story you're reading. Is it boring? You haven't turned the page in a while,” I said with a little smirk. God, but I swear the devil lived in my head and had control of my mouth sometimes.

 

“Fuck you,” Sanzo hissed at me with a truly impressive glare around the edge of the paper.

 

“Okay, that's cool with me but, after I'm finished playing with you first. You look damn sexy with those glasses on and your hair tied back like that, Sanzo,” I said before licking a line up the exposed part of his dick.

 

Sanzo made a strangled noise in his throat and snapped the paper back up but not before I caught the blush on his cheeks. I was surprised the paper didn't rip from the way he jerked it up. He made a disgruntled sound and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like `fucking perverted water sprite' while uncrossing his ankles and spreading his legs apart a little.

 

I'm a smart boy. I can take a hint.

 

I stood and toed off my boots before shimmying my jeans off. I left my shirt on and peeked over the top of the paper at Sanzo while I did it. He kept his gaze fixed on the paper in front of him but I caught the quick tongue flick as he licked his lips. He knew what I was doing. Sanzo was a sharp cookie. He probably didn't know what I had planned but that was half the fun of playing with Sanzo. I moved between his legs and went down on my knees again.

 

I drew his cock out of his pants and stroked him gently. I smeared the bead of pre-come over the head of his dick with my fingers. Sanzo let out a slow breath when I licked him again but he kept the paper up, pretending to read. That just wouldn't do. I wanted to watch his expressions as I sucked him off. He was fucking gorgeous when he let himself enjoy what I did with him. One sure-fire way to get him to react was to take him into my mouth. He loved the feel of my lips on his cock and my hair brushing over his skin.

 

I always aimed to please my lover.

 

I leaned over Sanzo's lap and opened my mouth, sucking him inside. My hair slid forward teasing the skin exposed between his open jeans and his shirt. I hummed softly around his cock, a little of Sanzo's demon song creeping into my voice. I didn't mean for that to happen but I wanted to pleasure Sanzo until he lost control. He probably wouldn't notice the faint song anyway. He didn't have youkai hearing but the undercurrents of it would affect him in only the most arousing ways. Sanzo groaned and tossed the paper to one side, finally giving up the illusion that he was actually reading it while I blew him. Not that I'd bought the idea anyway.

 

Gods, but I loved having the taste of Sanzo in my mouth. Something about the way his skin tasted, the feel of his pulse just under the surface. It didn't have to be his cock either. His nipples were beautifully responsive to sucking and licking. His tongue was a treat to play with. I could and did spend hours nibbling and kissing his sweet ass. Granted, I loved his cock in my mouth but I was willing to have my lips and tongue on any other part of him he wanted to let me play with.

 

Sanzo threaded his hands through my hair. I looked up at him as I tongued the head of his cock enjoying the salty taste of him. He was watching me over the tops of his glasses, his eyes intense. Small sounds of enjoyment escaped me as I started to bob my head over him. Sanzo wasn't quiet either. He was making the most delicious gasps and grunts of pleasure. I didn't think it was possible for me to get any harder but hearing Sanzo make noises like he was, I was damn near painfully hard. My hand dropped to my lap and I started to jerk myself as I sucked Sanzo. Sanzo's breathing sped up when he realized what I was doing as I gave him head and he licked his lips again. I sucked hard on him before slowly letting his entire cock slide down my throat. Sanzo groaned and his fingers tightened in my hair briefly before relaxing. I pulled back and teased the slit with my tongue making Sanzo bite his lip in pleasure. Bobbing my head over his cock had him squirming in his seat, his fingers clenching and releasing their grip in my hair.

 

“Not so fast, Gojyo. I don't want to come yet,” Sanzo said through gritted teeth as a shiver moved over him.

 

“I don't want you to come yet either,” I said, reluctantly letting his cock fall from my mouth to slap lightly against his belly.

 

I stood and leaned over Sanzo seated in the straight backed chair. Sanzo kept his fingers wound in my hair as if afraid I was going to go somewhere. Like that was gonna happen. I still had a firm grip on his cock with one hand and my own dick with my other. I gave both our dicks short, quick jerks. Sanzo tipped his head back to stare at me. A delicate pink flush of arousal was on his cheeks. Fuck, but he was beautiful. I moved closer until my nose was almost touching his. I stroked us both with a lazy rhythm and smiled when Sanzo's eyes darted down to watch me jack us both off. Sanzo's tongue flicked out to lick his lips again and I pressed my mouth to his when he did that groaning softly at the teasing touch of his tongue along my lips.

 

Sanzo made a noise of surprise before tightening his hands in my hair. We watched each other as our tongues tangled together. There was something different in the way he was looking at me. Some of the wariness and distance I was used to seeing was gone from his expression. If I wasn't so damn horny, I would have taken the time to try and figure out just what exactly was with Sanzo. But, Sanzo sucked hard on my tongue and any thinking brain cells I had were drowned by lust.

 

“I have to feel you, Sanzo,” I groaned as I broke the intense kiss we were sharing.

 

I let go of Sanzo's cock and gently untangled his fingers from my hair. He murmured a protest making me lean in and kiss him quickly. Sanzo was such a hair whore. I groped on the floor for my pants and the lube in one of my pockets. I smiled in triumph and squirted a generous amount into the palm of my hand before tossing the lube to the floor.

 

I slicked Sanzo's cock slowly. He panted lightly and gripped the edge of the chair he was sitting on. I brought my lube slick fingers to my ass and smeared some around my hole. Sanzo watched me intently, a little frown on his face when I straddled his legs.

 

“What are you doing, Gojyo?”

 

“Having sex with you,” I smirked as I rubbed the head of his cock against my hole.

 

“But in a chair?” Sanzo asked as his eyes were drawn down to watch me tease myself with his cock.

 

“Yeah, in a chair. You'll like this, I swear, Sanzo. Bet you'll even want to do it again. Maybe ride me next time,” I said with a low moan as I pressed down on Sanzo's cock.

 

Sanzo bit his lip and groaned as his cock slid smoothly into my ass. A long sigh of pleasure left my throat at the feeling of being filled. Sanzo felt damn good whether he was stuffing his cock up my ass or mine was in his. I was never sure which one I liked best with him. I brought my lube covered hand to my own dick and started to stroke myself slowly while grinding my ass in Sanzo's lap. I cupped the back of Sanzo's head with my other hand and sprinkled light kisses over his face. I nuzzled his neck and nibbled on his ear lobe earning a husky chuckle from Sanzo that sent lust rushing through me. He sounded damn sexy when he laughed like that. He needed to do it more.

 

“Feels good, Sanzo? Feels abso-fuckin-fantastic to me. I love having your cock in my ass,” I whispered into his ear.

 

A shiver moved through Sanzo and he threaded his fingers through my hair again. His lips brushed over my ear in a soft kiss that I swear made my toes curl and blood surge into my already painfully hard dick.

 

“Start moving and make me feel even better,” Sanzo demanded softly.

 

“You ask, I deliver,” I replied as I started to ride him like I'd been dying to since I realized he wasn't sick any more and fine for exercises of the bedroom kind.

 

I leaned back a little, groaning when that pushed his cock deeper into me and pressed hard on my sweet spot. The zipper of his jeans rubbed against the backs of my thighs in an erotic counterpoint to the soft feel of the worn denim against my legs. I watched Sanzo watching me. Desire built in his eyes as I circled my hips. His breath was coming fast and hard and he groaned at seeing me jerk myself off while I rode his cock. I could feel tension running through his body. He was trying to hold back on his release, probably waiting for me.

 

“I want to feel you come in my ass,” I said against his lips before kissing him quickly.

 

“Then move faster,” Sanzo panted.

 

I didn't need to be told twice. I gripped the back of the chair and started to seriously fuck myself on Sanzo's cock. My other hand was tightly gripping the base of my dick. I wanted Sanzo to come before I did. I had plans on how this session was going to go and it didn't involve me getting my rocks off just yet. I pumped my hips, nearly whimpering at how good it felt to have Sanzo's cock moving in and out of my ass. Damn, if he didn't come soon, my plans for his ass were going to be shot all to hell.

 

Just when I thought I was going to have to use a little demon power to stay hard after I blew my load, Sanzo stiffened and gasped. His fingers tightened in my hair and he jerked his hips up hard. Tendons stood out in his neck as his back arched. I slammed my hips down into Sanzo's lap and held myself still as his cock spurted inside me. The feel of him finding release had me clenching my jaw and tightening my grip on my dick to keep from coming. He felt so damn good; it was going to be a close thing.

 

Sanzo sagged in the chair. Sweat darkened the hair around his face that escaped the stubby ponytail and he was panting lightly. He'd closed his eyes at some point, probably when he came. His face was relaxed and unguarded. He was beautiful and I had to bite my tongue to keep from telling him I loved him. Instead, I leaned in and kissed him on the forehead over the chakra that marked him as chosen by the gods. When I pulled back, he opened his eyes to stare intently at me.

 

“You didn't come,” Sanzo said with an odd mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

 

“No, I didn't. I'm not done with you yet, Sanzo,” I said with a slow smile.

 

He narrowed his eyes at me. The relaxed, open look on his face was replaced with wary caution. There was also the spark of excitement in his eyes but he was working to hide it. Sanzo really should know better by now. When it came to things of a sexual nature, I could almost read him like a book.

 

“What if I said I was done with you, you pervy kappa?” Sanzo asked in what I think was supposed to be a sneering tone. He failed miserably when I clenched my ass around his sensitized cock and a little moan of pleasure escaped him.

 

“You'd be lying. Say whatever you want anywhere else but be honest with me in bed, Sanzo. I'll be absolutely honest with you,” I promised as I slowly stood and his cock slipped from my ass.

 

Sanzo sat in the chair with his spent cock hanging out of his jeans and a combination of lube and spunk rubbed into the fabric. I loved the erotic visual of him thoroughly screwed from the waist down yet looking only a little rumpled from the waist up. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up to stand next to me.

 

“I want to stroke my cock in and out of your ass. I want to bend you over that table and screw you senseless. Are you going to let me do that, Sanzo?” I asked as I rubbed the palms of my hands over his leather covered chest.

 

“I suppose it would be pointless for me to say I don't like the idea.”

 

I think that was supposed to sound irritated but he sounded eager instead. I was a smart boy and knew when to keep my mouth shut. I pushed Sanzo to the table and pulled his jeans down to his knees before pressing a hand between his shoulder blades. He didn't need any more encouragement from me. He pressed his chest to the table, pert little ass wiggling and just begging to be spread and filled. I scooped the lube up from the floor and squeezed a good sized amount over my fingers.

 

I rubbed the lube over his hole before shoving two fingers into him. He gasped in surprise and his ass clenched tight before relaxing with a little wriggle of his hips that said he enjoyed what I'd just done. I knew I wasn't hurting him. He liked the sudden press of my fingers inside him. Hell, he fucking loved it whenever I did that to him. I fingered him; pressing on his prostate with every stroke and making him squirm.

 

“Gojyo,” Sanzo warned with a little impatience and growing arousal in his voice.

 

I pulled my fingers from his body and replaced them with my cock. Sanzo hissed at the slight sting of my entering him but he wasn't protesting. His cute little ass squirming against me told me that he liked the feel of cock suddenly filling his ass. I pressed my chest to his back and covered his hands with mine. Our fingers laced together and I kissed the back of his neck exposed by the stubby little ponytail he'd pulled his hair into. I ground my hips into him, a pleasure filled rumble sounding from me at his tight heat.

 

“Damn, but you feel fantastic, Sanzo. Do you have any idea how erotic it is to feel your come running down my legs while I have my cock stuffed up your ass?” I whispered into his ear as I made tiny thrusts into him.

 

Sanzo shivered and grunted in response. The flush of arousal was back in his cheeks and his glasses were slightly askew with his cheek pressed against the table. I licked the corner of his mouth and had him try to twist his body to get a better kiss from me. He managed to pull his arms partially under his body and push himself slightly up on his forearms. He looked at me over his shoulder and the warmth and desire in his eyes was a sucker punch straight to my gut. I sucked in a surprised breath and tightened my grip on his hands.

 

“Your turn, Gojyo,” Sanzo said in a low voice.

 

“My turn for what?” I asked as I circled my hips and nipped the edge of his ear. Fuck but he felt fantastic.

 

“Orgasm. Sing for me, Gojyo. I want another orgasm,” Sanzo demanded.

 

I couldn't have been more surprised if Sanzo had suddenly turned into a demon under me. Him asking, no, demanding that I sing for him was the last thing I'd expected. But if he wanted me to sing for him, so he could hear it, then I'd sing for him. I'd pretty much do anything sexual he asked me too. Yeah, he had me wrapped around his finger but I didn't mind at all. I kissed the back of his neck again and let his song get loud enough for him to hear it. He shivered and moaned what sounded suspiciously like my name. My heart sped up at hearing him call me like that.

 

The song strengthened in tone and emotion, adding lush desire and currents of affection with little whorls of love. Every time I sang to Sanzo, the song became more complex because of my feelings for him. I didn't mind that at all as it only made the experience better for both of us. My hips caught the tempo of the song and before long; I was lost in the pleasure of feeling Sanzo on my cock and the delight of singing for Sanzo at his request.

 

I could've let the song build us both up slowly but I was almost afraid of what would come out of my mouth if I did that. Already, Sanzo's song had shifted in tone to include my feelings for him in the harmony. There weren't any words to the song but it wasn't words that gave the song power. The song ran on emotions and desires and I think mine were starting to become a bit too transparent. At least they seemed that way to me. I let myself go and thrust once more into Sanzo as my orgasm stormed through me. My release triggered Sanzo's through the power of the song. He moaned and his fingers tightened almost painfully on mine. I heard the quiet splatter of his seed hitting the floor. He'd come again from just the effects of the song and the feel of my cock in his ass. Damn, I was good. We were both panting hard and I rested my cheek against his leather covered back.

 

My mind and body floated in the pleasure of release. My body enjoyed the taste, feel and smell of Sanzo. My mind loved the fact that I could be me with him and Sanzo accepted that. I was just Gojyo to him and he actually enjoyed some of the things my youkai half could do. He even wanted me to use some of my youkai power on him at times. I swear if I didn't love him already, that would've sealed the deal for me.

 

How long we stayed like that was anyone's guess. Sanzo eventually squirmed under me in a sign to let him up. I reluctantly moved off him and went to get a wet washcloth to clean us both up. I took care of myself first before rinsing the cloth out for him. I heard Sanzo light a smoke and when I turned back to face him, my cock wanted to stir to life again at the erotic picture he made.

 

Sanzo was sitting again in the chair beside the table. He'd taken his jeans off and slouched in the chair, legs spread with nothing on but the leather top and a well fucked look on his face. The glasses were still perched on his nose but the ponytail was gone and his hair fell around his face. He looked so gorgeous I wanted to kiss him before jumping his fantastic ass again. Instead, I crouched in front of him and cleaned him up, stealing his half finished smoke when I stood. I took a few quick puffs before crushing it out and hauling him to his feet.

 

He started to protest my stealing his smoke as well as pulling him from his seat. The protest was cut short by the kiss I gave him while I lowered the zipper on the back of his shirt. I broke the kiss and pulled the shirt from him, dropping it on the seat of the chair he'd just vacated. My own shirt followed before I pushed him towards the bed.

 

“It's too early for bed,” Sanzo grumbled as he got under the covers anyway.

 

I clicked off the light and padded back to the bed, scooping up both our cigarettes, lighters and an ashtray on my way. The moon was just rising and giving enough light so that I had no trouble making my way to where Sanzo laid waiting for me. I put the smokes on the night table and climbed into bed with Sanzo. I pulled him into my arms and nuzzled into his hair. Sanzo let me do that with no protest which should have warned me something was up.

 

I glided my hands over his back and mouthed `I love you' into his hair. I felt safe enough doing that. He wouldn't know the difference between my kissing his hair and my lips moving in the words I didn't think he was ready to hear. It was getting harder and harder for me to keep my trap shut but if I said anything, I was pretty sure I'd either scare Sanzo away or he wouldn't believe me. There was also a better than average chance that both things also involved having him pull his gun on me and shooting me somewhere painful and lingering.

 

“You said I was the only one who could hear that song you sang for me but Hakkai heard it too that night. Did you lie to me?” Sanzo asked in a low voice with a trace of hurt.

 

Damn. I knew that was going to bite me on the ass later. It didn't matter that my singing had been totally unintentional on my part. Neither me nor Sanzo thought to warn Hakkai against playing with my antenna while we were screwing each other. But, once Hakkai did start stroking my antenna, it was pretty much game over for me. But, I'd been hoping that Sanzo could tell the difference between his song and the one I sang that night. I didn't think there was any comparison between the two songs but maybe Sanzo couldn't tell. I sighed a little.

 

“No, Sanzo, I didn't lie to you. You're the only one to hear that song. You'll be the only one to ever hear that song. It's for you alone. What Hakkai heard was… a generic song of lust and arousal. Yeah, there was some affection in it but Hakkai is my best friend. Just for the record, that's the first, and last, time Hakkai'll hear one of my songs,” I said hugging Sanzo a little bit tighter.

 

Sanzo was quiet for a long time. I wasn't sure what he was thinking or if he believed me. There was nothing I could do to prove that Sanzo was the only one to hear that particular song. Sanzo shifted against me and his fingers tangled in my hair. He pulled hard enough to hurt in the un-fun way.

 

“I'd better be the only one to hear that song, Gojyo. You said it was mine. I told you, I don't share,” Sanzo warned with another sharp tug to my hair.

 

Even though my scalp hurt from where Sanzo yanked my hair, I was all kinds of pleased. Not only did he seem to believe me, he was being all possessive jealous over something as simple as a demon song. I cupped his chin, tipping his face up to mine. I stared at him; glad for the dimness of the room so that he couldn't see the love I'm sure was plain in my eyes, yet, I could see the emotions in his. Best I could describe what I saw in his eyes was unsure possession. He wanted me all to himself but he wasn't sure he could have me the way he needed. Sanzo didn't realize yet that he already had me. He still needed a little time before he'd be ready to hear that, I think.

 

One of these times, probably soon knowing my luck, I was going to fuck up and blurt out that I loved him. To head that impulse off, I needed to call him something that nobody else did. Something affectionate that wouldn't scare the crap outta him or get my ass shot off by the bitchy monk. Something I could use instead of telling him I loved him. Whatever it was, I'd have to make sure I didn't call him that outside of the bedroom or he'd make sure I hurt real bad before I died. I smiled when the word came to me.

 

“The song is yours, anata,” I said softly before kissing him to silence any protest over the new pet name I'd just used.

 

Sanzo frowned but let me continue kissing him. I kept kissing him until the frown disappeared and his eyes closed as he participated in the kiss. The fire of the earlier kisses we'd shared was banked but the intense feelings leaked through. Our tongues played and tangled lazily together. When the kiss ended, I pushed Sanzo's head to my shoulder, running the fingers of one hand through his hair in a gentle caress while I smoothed my other hand over his shoulder and back.

 

“You call me that outside the bedroom and I'll shoot your balls off,” Sanzo grumbled as he threw his leg over mine and continued to play with the ends of my hair.

 

“Wouldn't dream of it,” I said with a small smile.

 

Sanzo muttered something that could have been a threat but there was no heat behind the words. Sanzo hadn't tried to do me bodily harm, which was a very good sign. I didn't doubt that he'd come awful close to shooting my balls off if I called him anata in public like I'd just done. Not that I was suicidal enough to try it, but he seemed okay with my calling him that in private and it was more than I honestly thought I'd get away with.

 

Made me wonder though…. What'd changed in his head about us and when and how I was going to get him to tell me.

 

 

 

Translation note:

 

Anata, as Gojyo uses it here, is a Japanese term of affection (kinda like the English equivalent of `honey' or `dear'). Anata used alone, in a private setting with inflection added would be like calling someone your `most precious one'. It also means `you' in a casual conversation although that is not how Gojyo is using the word and, yes, Sanzo does understand the difference.