Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyuki Serial: Beautifully Broken Evolution ❯ 27 The Razor's Edge ( Chapter 27 )

Author's Notes: I don't own a damn thing here except the smutty thoughts and the fact that they happen in the BBE universe. Rights to the Saiyuki characters, as always, remains with their creator.

 

 

27The Razors Edge

 

~Gojyo~

 

I wasn't sure what to make of Sanzo's latest attitude. He'd been moody, well, moodier than usual after the night of the fireworks and the gentle loving I'd tried to give him. I don't think I'd screwed up and let him know I loved him. I hadn't said a damn thing about how I felt; mostly because my mouth had been stuffed full of priestly cock. I still couldn't believe I'd come in my pants like some randy teenage virgin just from blowing Sanzo. Hearing him scream my name when he came…. Just thinking about that made my cock half-hard.

 

Sanzo'd been pissed when we stayed over in that monastery and were told that he'd have a room all to himself. I hadn't been the happiest camper about it either but those monks had actually slept outside his freaking door in case he needed anything and called to them. I was good at slipping in and out of windows but there was no way in hell I was going to risk my neck with a two hundred foot drop down a mountain side to get me a little Sanzo ass. Although, to be fair, I did need to spend ten minutes talking myself out of trying it anyway.

 

Hakkai'd been kinda weird the next day. He moved like he was sore and when he reached for the sugar at breakfast, I saw bruises on his wrist that he could've only gotten one way. His eyes had met mine and a bright red blush coloured his cheeks. Hakuryuu looked smug and warbled something at Hakkai while the little dragon looked at me. Hakkai'd turned even redder, stammered something and excused himself saying he wanted to beg a few extra supplies off the monks. The damn dragon stuck his tongue out at me and flew off to perch on Hakkai's shoulder, curling his tail around Hakkai's arm in a possessive way. I wondered what the fuck was going on with Hakkai. I would've bet every last thing I owned that Hakkai didn't do casual, nameless sex and most especially not that kind of rough stuff with somebody he didn't know. Hakkai had to be smarter than that and I wondered if I should maybe have some kinda talk with him. I guess even Hakkai got the itch now and again even if I'd never gotten so much as a whiff of it during the entire time we lived together. Doing shit like what he'd obviously done that night was dangerous if you didn't have a partner you knew and trusted.

 

Come to think of it, even Goku was acting a little strange since that night we'd stayed at that monastery. Every now and again, he'd watch the sky for hours, perfectly quiet, while we rolled down whatever passed for a road. Him not bitching about being hungry every twenty minutes was kinda creepy. He kept touching his chest, too and I had to wonder if he was hurt or something and just didn't want to say shit about it. Although, if he was hurt, he should have healed from whatever it was by now. Demons, even ones with limiters on, healed damn fast. I would've said something to Hakkai but he seemed a bit distracted lately and saying anything to Sanzo was out of the question as he'd say if Goku was hurt, he should see Hakkai about it if he had any brains. Saying anything to Goku would make him deny anything was wrong.

 

Screw it. It was probably all my imagination anyway. Except for the marks on Hakkai's wrists. And Goku not acting like Goku. I sighed and shook my head. I was going to say something to both of them. Hakkai was my best friend and Goku was my substitute pain-in-the-ass little brother. It was my duty to let them know I was concerned about them. I'd do it in the morning, after I got to play with Sanzo.

 

I smiled as I thought of what I was going to try and introduce to Sanzo. I didn't know if he'd go for it or not. Sometimes, getting Sanzo to try new shit was like taking food from Goku. You were in for one hell of a fight that was almost as much fun as getting what you wanted in the first place. I loved the idea that I was the one to teach Sanzo all the perverted kinks that I did. The guy was a fucking natural at it, too. I gave a soft snort at mentally calling Sanzo a perv. I was like the king of pervs and thought it was over the top kink that I was nailing a priest… a Sanzo priest on a regular basis. I wondered if I could convince Sanzo to let me do him or him do me while he wore that crown and veil thingie. That would be seven kinds of hot right there. I was jolted out of my cock-stirring fantasies by Hakkai announcing that the town we'd been aiming for all day was over the next hill. I started praying hard for at least two rooms in whatever inn we ended up at.

 

Who knew prayer actually worked? You coulda knocked me over with a feather when the pretty young thing working the front desk said they were nearly empty and we could have our choice of rooms. Sanzo got four rooms, slapping the credit card on the polished surface of the desk. I think he might have got a bit of a thrill at charging four rooms when he knew that only three of those rooms would actually get used. Or even bothering with four rooms when one would have probably done the job. Guess it was sorta his way of getting back at the talking heads for sending him on this journey in the first place.

 

We dumped our bags in the rooms and hit the dining room for supper. The food was good and the portions big. Goku made a pig out of himself as usual and Sanzo's Fan O Doom whipped out more than one time. Hakkai faked a yawn not long after supper and went to his room, a blush touching his cheeks when Hakuryuu chirped something at him. Goku wandered off saying he saw a hammock in the backyard of the inn and wanted to see if it was as nice as I'd said they were. I had a hell of a time keeping the grin from my face when my eyes met Sanzo's. Only the threat of the Fan O Doom or the more deadly version I now knew Sanzo had on him somewhere kept my grin locked away. Sanzo ordered a tea and produced a paper from gods knew where. I stood and moved next to him, leaning down and almost whispering.

 

“I have something new for you tonight. Come to my room.”

 

Satisfied that I'd stirred Sanzo's curiosity, I sauntered out of the room, stopping at the front desk to ask for a few things I was gonna need to put my newest kink into motion for Sanzo. Assuming he'd go along with this, I was gonna blow his mind. Once in my room, I pulled out the stuff I needed and covered them with a small towel. I wanted to really surprise Sanzo with this. A young boy delivered the things I'd asked for, putting them on the small table for me when I let him in. I tipped him with a few coins and said my thanks. Once the boy was gone, I stripped back the covers on the bed, laid out several towels on the bed and settled in to wait for Sanzo. Either he'd be along shortly because his curiosity was killing him or he'd take his sweet ass time because I'd practically demanded he come to my room. I was guessing sweet ass time since Sanzo hated being told what to do. That was fine because it gave me time to get myself ready for what I had in mind for Sanzo.

 

A little less than an hour later, Sanzo was walking into my room. His expression was something between wary and excited. He closed the door behind him and locked it, leaning against the door with his arms folded and trying to look like he wasn't almost dying of curiosity to know what I had in mind for him.

 

“So what's this new thing you say you have for me?”

 

“A little harmless kink. I think you'll enjoy it since you've liked pretty much everything I've introduced you to. You need to be naked for this, though. You wanna do the honours or do I get to strip you slowly?”

 

“What kind of kink?”

 

“Aw, now Sanzo, that would ruin the surprise. It won't hurt, I swear.”

 

Sanzo raised an eyebrow at that. Obviously, he'd been expecting me to say something else. He pushed himself off the door and walked to the small table. I could see him almost itching to lift the towel and peek under it. Instead, he removed the sutra, rolling it up and placing it carefully on the table. His gun followed and I expected the Fan O Doom to join the other shit but it stayed wherever the hell it was Sanzo kept it when he wasn't beating me and Goku over the head with it. I was a little disappointed when it seemed like Sanzo was going to take off his clothes himself. I'd really wanted to undress him. He surprised me by stepping away from the table and moving to the center of the room.

 

“Undress me,” Sanzo demanded.

 

There was a god and she obviously loved me to pieces.

 

Getting the breastplate thing off Sanzo was a snap. Undoing his sash was a bit more of a challenge when I was so excited but I managed that, too, without embarrassing myself. I pushed Sanzo's robes off his shoulders and let them slither down his arms to hang from his waist. I wanted to thank whatever perv decided on the get up for Sanzo priests. Good god, but Sanzo was hotness in that form-fitting sleeveless leather shirt. And those arm warmers. I lowered my head and started kissing and licking that little bit of exposed skin on his arms.

 

“What's the kink, Gojyo?”

 

I raised my head and smiled slowly at Sanzo. He hated not being in the loop about shit. Hopefully, I'd get him distracted enough with everything else that he wouldn't notice what I was up to until it was too late.

 

“That comes a little later. I want to pamper you a little. Will you let me do that, Sanzo?”

 

He narrowed his eyes at me. “I'm not some chick,” he started.

 

I cupped his erection and leered at him. “Nope, never thought you were. Everybody deserves to be treated nice once and a while, Sanzo. This time it's your turn.”

 

He grumbled a little but didn't say no. He also pressed his cock against my hand. Being the bright boy I was, I took the hint and finished undressing him as quickly as I could. I wanted to stop and touch and lick and kiss every inch of skin I revealed but I knew dealing with Sanzo was a tricky business. He'd be patient up to a point and I'd be an idiot if I pushed him past that point. Impatient Sanzo tended to shoot people or beat them with his Fan O Doom. I still had no idea where that damn fan was stashed and didn't want to risk the mood being spoiled by him smacking me in the head with it. Slap and tickle wasn't on the menu tonight.

 

Sanzo naked and standing in the dying rays of the sun was something I never got tired of seeing. He was so gorgeous, it made my heart hurt to look at him and know that I could hold and touch him like nobody else could. I loved him so much I actually had to clench my jaw to keep from telling him. He must have known something was up `cause he looked at me with suspicion in his eyes.

 

“What's your problem now?”

 

“Nothing. I think you're beautiful and I was admiring the view. I know I'm a lucky bastard to get to see you like this so, lemme enjoy it for a few seconds, okay?”

 

Sanzo's eyes widened and a pink blush coloured his cheeks. He mumbled something I didn't quite catch but stayed still and let me look at him. I probably could have stared at him for half the night but I doubted he'd go for that. Not that I would have made it half the night without doing something with naked Sanzo in the same room as me. It was the thought that counted, wasn't it?

 

“Are you going to stay dressed while I'm naked?”

 

“No. That'd be another kinky game we could play another time though. Go lie down on the bed on your back and I'll be right there.”

 

Sanzo shot me a narrow-eyed look before walking to the bed giving me the opportunity to admire the way his ass moved. Damn, I hadn't even really touched him and I was already half hard. My clothes came off in record time. I brought a bowl of hot water and a sponge to the bed, placing them on the night stand before sitting beside Sanzo. He looked suspiciously at the bowl but stayed silent. I dipped the sponge in the water and wrung it out before moving the sponge over Sanzo's shoulders.

 

“What the hell? If you wanted me to take a bath, you should've said something earlier,” Sanzo said with a scowl shoving my hand with the sponge away.

 

“You probably don't remember me doing this for you when you were sick but you really liked it. You asked me to do it for you again when you weren't sick so you could properly enjoy it. At least, that's what you said at the time. Close your eyes and take pleasure in the little bit of pampering I'm giving you.”

 

Sanzo stared at me for a few seconds before grunting and closing his eyes. I grinned, pleased that he was letting me do what I wanted. I swear to god, this idea had come to me when I did the same thing to him when he'd been sick yet seemed to enjoy it. I started a slow rhythm of dipping the sponge and leisurely rubbing it down his arms and chest. Tension seeped out of Sanzo bit by bit and a faint smile appeared on his face. He opened his eyes when I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled him into a sitting position.

 

“Gojyo?” he asked in a husky voice.

 

A shiver travelled down my spine when he said my name like that. Full of pleasure, happiness and utterly relaxed. Something only I got to hear as his lover. I pressed his head to my shoulder and dragged the sponge over his back. He hummed his approval and I felt his lips press a kiss to my throat. Such a simple thing for him to do made me incredibly happy.

 

“Sing to me,” Sanzo demanded in a soft voice.

 

Sing? Sing what? My demon song? Why would he want to hear that? I was trying to relax him for what I was gonna do later. “Huh?” I said.

 

“Gojyo, I want you to sing for me. I like hearing you sing. You… you have a very nice voice,” Sanzo said in almost a whisper.

 

Sanzo'd just complimented me? On something that had nothing to do with my sexual performance? I craned my neck to the side to see Sanzo's face. The delicate pink blush was back in his cheeks and his eyes were open as if he'd been waiting for me to look at him. There was something different in his eyes. Some weird mix of fear and hope. I didn't understand either thing but shrugged my shoulder, gave him a quick kiss and started to softly sing a lullaby I'd heard god knows where. I stroked the sponge over his back and hips, hoping he was getting as much pleasure from this as I was.

 

Sanzo sighed in contentment and his eyes closed again, that tiny smile back on his lips. Finished with his back, I pressed him down onto the bed. His legs were the next part of him that got the attention of the sponge. Slow sweeps of the sponge, teasing at the edge of his groin had his cock standing at attention. He'd opened his eyes to slits and was watching me intently. I'm not sure what he saw in my expression but he looked damn smug about it. I finished with his legs and moved on to his groin. He drew in a tiny breath of anticipation but I only ran the sponge over his cock and balls in relaxing strokes, not trying to arouse him at all. The sponge bath was about relaxation for both of us and just enjoying being with each other, not arousal. I was hoping for a slow build up of desire and I think I was managing that. The song I was singing ended and I placed a kiss on his hip before I stood.

 

I went back to the table and lifted an edge of the towel, grabbing the lengths of dark purple silk I'd bought specially for this. Sanzo was watching me, a question in his eyes when he spied the material in my fist. I sat beside him again and dropped the silk into his stomach, admiring the way the dark purple silk looked against his pale skin. If Sanzo didn't want to do this, I wasn't going to push him.

 

“What's this for?” Sanzo asked poking at the silk.

 

“Do you trust me, Sanzo?” I ignored his question.

 

“Yeah, but what's this for?”

 

A warm feeling settle in my chest when Sanzo immediately answered me. He hadn't even paused for a second before saying he trusted me. This might be easier than I thought.

 

“For what I want to do, I'd like to tie you up. It'll add to the kink factor. I'd use a quick release knot and you could undo it yourself if you needed to,” I hurried to explain when Sanzo narrowed his eyes at me. He was quiet for so long just staring at me, I was sure he was going to say no. And then maybe shoot me.

 

“Okay.”

 

I looked at him stupidly for several seconds before what he said worked its way through my brain. I owed some god big time for Sanzo agreeing to let me tie him up. I kissed him on the mouth, teasing the seam of his lips a little before pulling back. I twisted a length of silk around a spindle of the headboard and brought an end to Sanzo's wrist. I looked into his eyes and had to ask one more time to make sure.

 

“Anytime you want to stop, you tell me and I will.”

 

Sanzo snorted. “What kind of wuss do you think I am?”

 

“Just making sure you know you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I'm happy as hell that I get to share your bed period even if we never did another kinky thing ever again.”

 

I snapped my mouth shut before I said anything else that might head into dangerous territory. Sanzo was watching me with that strange look in his eyes again. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it but as long as he wasn't kicking me out of bed, I was cool with it. I looped the silk around Sanzo's wrists, making the quick release knots like I said I would. He didn't protest having his arms stretched over his head and was watching with growing heat in his eyes. I casually let the other length of silk drop off the side of the bed, hoping Sanzo didn't notice. I had plans for that other piece later. Thankfully, Sanzo didn't seem to notice. I left the bed, moving to the table, and lifted the towel again, gathering up the last things that had been hidden. A grin appeared on my face. Moving back to the bed, I sat down and let Sanzo see what I brought with me.

 

“What the fuck are you going to do with that?” heavy suspicion was in Sanzo's voice but he wasn't tugging on the silk to release himself.

 

“Since I've given you a nice sponge bath, I figured a shave would be a good idea too. You got a little stubble going on there, Sanzo and I don't feel like having beard burn tonight. I shaved for you. See? Smooth as a baby's bottom,” I said as I rubbed my cheek against his chest and flicked my tongue over his nipple to tease him.

 

Sanzo gasped at the touch and eyed the straight razor, muttering something under his breath I didn't catch. He still didn't set himself free from the silk binding him. I prepared the shaving cream and lathered up Sanzo's jaw. His eyes stayed fixed on my face and he didn't so much as twitch when I brought the straight razor up to his face. I dragged the blade down his cheek in one smooth stroke and swished it in the bowl of warm water. Sanzo seemed completely relaxed and totally cool with my having a deadly weapon so close to his throat. My hand shook slightly at the trust Sanzo was showing me and I needed a deep breath to steady myself a little before I could continue. I hadn't counted on how I'd feel if Sanzo really let me do this to him.

 

Because he'd already asked me to sing for him earlier, I figured he'd like it if I did it again. I ran through my mental list of songs and picked one I thought he might like. His eyes widened slightly when I started to sing and I thought for a moment that I'd chosen the wrong thing to do. Sanzo's eyes slid to half-mast and one corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile. If possible, he relaxed even further into the mattress. I smiled back at Sanzo and continued to sing softly to him as I shaved him. By the time I finished his shave and cleaned stray spots of shaving cream from his jaw, his eyes had closed to mere slits of purple.

 

Now came the tricky part where he'd either let me do what I wanted or he'd call a halt to everything.

 

I swished the razor in the warm water and brought the blade to his chest just above his breast bone. He cracked one eye open and looked first at the blade then at my face. His hands tightened fractionally around the silk binding him but he didn't move or start to free himself. My belly fluttered with excitement. So far, so good.

 

“What the fuck are you doing, Gojyo?” Sanzo asked in a deceptively calm voice.

 

“Heightening sensation for you. I said I won't hurt you and I swear I won't. You want me to stop?”

 

Sanzo grunted and closed his eye. “You draw one drop of blood of mine and I'll shot you somewhere painful. Got it?”

 

I snapped my mouth shut when I realized it'd dropped open in shock. I was expecting… I'm not exactly sure what but, something more than that simple statement. Not that I was bitching but, Sanzo was freaking me out just a tad with this easy acceptance. Talking Sanzo into shit was half the fun. I was fucking confused. At least I was until my pea-sized brain managed to work out what Sanzo's attitude meant. He honest-to-god trusted me with his life and well being. Not only in an “I got your back in a fight” way but in all the ways that mattered. He believed in me and believed I wouldn't hurt him because I said so. I think if I didn't already love him that would've clinched it.

 

I moved the blade off his chest and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Sanzo,” I whispered against his lips. I wanted to tell him I loved him but, despite what I thought his attitude meant, I wasn't quite that brave. Or maybe I wasn't quite that stupid. Whatever the case, I pulled back and smiled at him.

 

I dragged the blade over his chest gently. I wasn't trying to shave him. There wasn't any hair on his chest to scrape off. But, the feel of the blade dragging over his skin would be a unique sensation. The careful play of the blade over his skin was also a powerful turn on for me, proving that he really did believe I'd keep him safe from any harm. I pulled the blade over his ribs, keeping the touch light and angled to make sure I didn't accidentally nick him. Each swipe of the blade along his skin was followed by a leisurely lick of my tongue along the path the blade had travelled.

 

Sanzo's breathing stuttered every time my tongue laved his suddenly sensitized skin. A wicked little smile appeared on my face and I picked up the brush with the shaving cream. If I got him used to this now, he'd be less likely to protest later. I applied some shaving cream to his arm pit and his eyes popped open in surprise. The blade of the razor touched his skin and he froze. I dragged it down, leaving a clean path of freshly shaved skin in its wake.

 

“What the fuck, Gojyo?” There was the tiniest bit of outrage in Sanzo's voice and twin spots of red high on his cheeks. Damn, he was gorgeous when he was ticked.

 

“It's just a little bit of hair, Sanzo. Although, I'll have to finish now and do the other one, too, so it doesn't look stupid.”

 

“You pervy kappa. That's… it's…” Sanzo sputtered.

 

“You'll look even more dead sexy than you do now. All that perfectly smooth skin. It'll grow back fast, Sanzo. Honest. Humour me a little. Have I steered you wrong yet when it comes to sex or being sexy; not that you need any help in that department.”

 

The blush that started to fade intensified and coloured Sanzo's cheeks. “Fine. Finish the job,” he muttered.

 

I grinned at him and leaned in to kiss him with plenty of tongue. While his mouth might have been protesting what I'd done, he hadn't set himself free. Sanzo moaned softly when I pulled back from the kiss. I stroked the razor blade delicately over his skin, removing the pale gold hairs before gently rinsing away the last bit of shaving cream. I repeated the process on his other arm and smiled in satisfaction at the job I'd done. Leaning into him, I pressed tiny kisses on the soft skin on the underside of his arm making him gasp at the heightened sensation of my lips on his freshly shaved skin.

 

“See? Feels good, doesn't it?” I asked trailing my fingers lightly over his skin.

 

“Tickles,” Sanzo said with a muffled snort I'm sure wasn't supposed to be a laugh. “If you tell anybody about this,”

 

“Nope. This is between you and me, Sanzo. This stuff is private. I may not be a perfect gentleman but I don't kiss and tell.”

 

Sanzo grunted and made pleased noises in his throat when I kissed his neck and worked my way down his chest. He sighed and squirmed under me when I licked his nipples to attention. The razor blade came back out and scraped slowly down his ribs again making Sanzo freeze and his breath hitch. I nipped and licked his skin giving him quick little flicks of sensation with the razor, being careful not to do anything more than make his skin a little red. Sanzo was panting harshly but remained absolutely still as I played the razor over his skin between licks and kisses.

 

I moved further down his body, letting my hair trace over his thighs and earning a groan of pleasure from Sanzo. I moved my head back and forth from leg to leg, placing gentle nipping kisses on his inner thighs while playing my hair over his skin in a way I knew would drive him crazy. He was such a hair whore. I wondered if he'd noticed that I'd stopped cutting it so he'd have more to play with.

 

I teased the sensitive spot behind his knee with my tongue, hiding a smile when Sanzo swore softly while trying not to laugh. The razor blade was nowhere near his skin but he was staying utterly still. I was impressed with his control at the same time that I wanted to see him lose that control. I picked up the silk I'd dropped earlier and swept it over Sanzo's belly.

 

“I suppose you want to use that on me too, don't you?”

 

“I thought it'd be kinky. I'll make another quick release knot so you can get free if you want to. You don't have to do this, Sanzo.”

 

His eyebrow rose before he rolled his eyes at me and snorted dismissively. Sweet. I'd just gotten Sanzo style permission to continue with what I was doing.

 

I wrapped the silk around his waist and knotted it to keep some slack in the length and him comfortable. I had him bend his knees and pushed his legs up until his heels touched his ass. A few passes of the silk through the loop at his waist and around his ankles and thighs pulled his legs slightly apart. Another quick release knot secured the silk and I sat back to view my handiwork. Sanzo tied up with dark silk, aroused and waiting should have a faint of heart warning. He was utterly gorgeous and so erotic looking, I actually dragged the back of my hand across my mouth, sure I was drooling.

 

Sanzo smirked at me. “See something you like?”

 

“You have no idea. Fuck, you're sexy beautiful, Sanzo. If there wasn't something I wanted to do first, I'd have my cock up your ass so damn fast it'd take your breath away.”

 

Sanzo's cheeks turned pink at the compliment and he mumbled about not being beautiful. But, he didn't free his hands or demand I untie his feet and seemed to be waiting for whatever I had planned. I smiled at him and reached for the shaving cream again. Sanzo narrowed his eyes at me and swore loudly with the first swipe of cream over his balls. He tried to twist his hips away with no success. I knew how to tie someone up so they couldn't really move yet still be comfortable.

 

“Don't even think about it, you fucking pervy kappa,” Sanzo snapped at me.

 

“I wouldn't be squirming around like that if I was you, Sanzo,” I said as I rested the blade of the razor against the base of his cock, over his balls. Sanzo froze and his eyes spit fire at me. I watched him for several seconds, sure he was gonna kill me the second he undid the silk around his wrists.

 

“If you're waiting for me to beg you not to do it, you're going to wait forever, you pervy kappa. I don't beg.”

 

My mouth went dry. His hands were still bound and he hadn't told me to stop. He was perfectly still but I could see his pulse jumping in the clean line of his throat. His nipples were hard little points and his cock leaked a trail of pre-come onto his belly. My brain scrambled to piece everything together, not quite believing that Sanzo was getting off on the power play and being tied up. Sanzo narrowed his eyes at me again and my hand seemed to move by itself, dragging the blade carefully over his balls.

 

He watched me intently as I shaved his balls and the sensitive skin between balls and ass. I added more shaving cream, this time covering the hair at the base of his cock. He started to protest until I ran my shaving cream covered fingers up and down his cock in slow strokes. Sanzo groaned softly at the silky glide of my shaving cream coated hand on his dick, his eyes falling shut in pleasure. I pumped him a few times before bringing the razor back to his pubes and making the first swipe.

 

“What the fuck?” Sanzo snapped, his eyes popping open. He glared at me, his gaze bouncing between the patch I'd just shaved and my face.

 

“I swear you'll enjoy this, Sanzo. Give it a chance. It'll grow back.”

 

“You fucking perverted kappa,” Sanzo hissed but remained perfectly still as I quickly and carefully shaved the rest of his pubes off.

 

I set the razor blade aside, done with it for the night, and rinsed his cock and balls with a small bowl of clean water and a wash cloth I'd tucked under the edge of the bed for that reason. Sanzo gasped at the gentle touch of the cloth on his newly shaved groin. I smiled at him, leaned down and licked him from balls to the tip of his cock. His breath hissed out of him and his back arched.

 

“Feels damn intense, doesn't it? If you liked that, you're gonna love this,” I leered as I closed my lips around the head of his cock and swallowed him all the way down.

 

Sanzo's body jerked and his drawn out groan was music to my ears. His cock twitched in my mouth and I couldn't stop my moan of pleasure. I was really, really glad I'd jerked off before Sanzo came to my room or I would've been blowing my load by now. The muscles in Sanzo's belly clenched and he let out a shuddery breath when I started bobbing my head up and down slowly. Sanzo panted sharply as I played my tongue over his cock and made sounds of pleasure at having him in my mouth. Licking his balls had him twisting and straining against the silk but he still didn't free himself.

 

Sexy noises trickled out of Sanzo's throat. I was pretty sure he didn't mean to make them and probably didn't even know he was doing it. That's when I knew he was losing himself in what I was doing to him. Sanzo only got vocal like this when sensation crashed over him. My cock twitched with excitement every time Sanzo moaned encouragement. When I heard him start to say actual words, I damn near lost it. I backed off his cock, breathing just as hard as him. He was doing it to me again. He hadn't touched me but I was fucking close to blowing my load. I officially had it bad for my bitchy monk.

 

I moved out from between his legs and leaned over him, kissing him. From the corner of my eye, I could see that he'd wrapped his fingers around the silk tying his wrists. His knuckles were white and the muscles in his arms stood out sharply. I smiled against his lips. At least I wasn't the only one who was so damn excited.

 

“You like the feel of the blow job on your shaved cock, Sanzo?” I asked as I dropped little nipping kisses across his jaw.

 

“It was okay,” Sanzo panted, turning his head to the side to give me more access to his throat and the soft skin behind his ear.

 

“Just okay, huh? Well, maybe you'll like the way this feels even better then. `Cause, you know I aim to please,” I said as I swung my leg over Sanzo, grinding his cock between his belly and my ass.

 

Sanzo's breath hissed out of him and he tried to press his hips up. I rocked back and forth and grinned down at him. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on his skin and he bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. I pinched his nipples, making him gasp and arch his back. My balls were starting to ache in the good way that promised a fantastic orgasm. I let go of one of his nipples to tease the head of his cock, smearing the pre-come around before licking my finger slowly. Sanzo swore softly, his eyes glued to what I was doing. I repeated the move on my cock, offering him my slicked finger. I whined softly at the feel of his tongue cleaning my finger and the heady desire in his eyes that was just for me. I couldn't wait any longer or I'd end up embarrassing myself and short-changing Sanzo.

 

I lifted up just enough to line his cock up with my ass. Sanzo's eyes went wide when I pushed down, the head of his cock sliding inside me. A deep groan left me and my eyes started to slide closed at how good it felt. Sanzo started to fumble with the knotted silk, cursing me and my stupidity in a low voice.

 

“What the hell are you doing? Lube, you stupid kappa. Pre-come isn't enough.”

 

I pushed all the way down, shuddering in pleasure, my eyes closed to just slits at how damn good it felt to have Sanzo's cock in my ass. “What? You didn't think I just sat here waiting for your highness to come to my room, did you? Pre-lubed ass is the best.”

 

I cracked my eyes open a little more to watch Sanzo's reaction. His hips twitched under me and his arms jerked against the silk. He squeezed his eyes closed for a few seconds, breathing harshly, before opening them again. He grunted at me and scowled. I tunnelled my fingers through his hair and kissed him gently before I started to move my hips. Sanzo groaned into my mouth as a shiver moved through him.

 

“Feel good, Sanzo?” I asked with a little smirk. I knew how freaking fantastic it felt to have sex with a shaved cock.

 

“I might forgive you for the shaving,” he muttered, his knuckles turning white again from the grip he had on the silk.

 

I chuckled softly and ground my ass down on his cock. Sanzo pressed his head back into the pillow and tried again to thrust his hips up. A little whine of frustration left him when he couldn't move like he wanted to and he swore at me. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss over the chakra on his forehead.

 

“As much fun as it is to tease the crap out of you, Anata. Seeing you spread out like this for me and the way your cock feels…. You're way too damn sexy for my own good,” I said sitting up and wrapping my fingers around my cock.

 

Sanzo smirked at me and twitched his cock in my ass. I sucked in a sharp breath and moaned. God damn it, that felt better than it should. I stroked my cock in time with the motion of my hips, pulling groans of pleasure from Sanzo. Heat settled in my groin and my balls felt heavy. I was so close. I locked my eyes on Sanzo's and moved faster over his cock. That strange, intense look was back in his eyes again and it made my heart jump around in my chest.

 

“Come, Gojyo,” Sanzo said in a rough voice laced with lust.

 

The simple command pushed all my buttons hard. I slammed down onto Sanzo's dick and gave one final jerk to my cock. A long, drawn out moan left me as my cock spurted in my fist, spattering come across Sanzo's chest. Sanzo groaned and squirmed under me, panting hard, his stomach muscles rippling as he tried for leverage to thrust. I pushed down onto Sanzo's lap, my breathing fast and choppy as I tried to ride out the almost too intense pleasure.

 

“Don't stop now. Move, god damn it!” Sanzo nearly snarled at me. God but I loved it when he got all bossy in the bedroom with me. The little part of my brain that could still think thought it was interesting that he didn't free himself from the silk cloth when I know he could've if he wanted to.

 

I leaned forward letting my hair brush his chest. “Anything for you, Sanzo,” I said softly before kissing him and moving my hips like he'd demanded.

 

Sanzo kissed me back with a heat that made my head spin and my cock try to twitch back to life. With only a few thrusts, Sanzo was making needy noises in his throat. His body tensed under me, his yell muffled by our kiss as his cock pulsed in my ass. I couldn't help the whimper of pleasure that came from my throat. It was a damn good thing I was busy kissing him senseless or I'd have probably done something stupid like told him I loved him. Sanzo turned boneless under me and I reluctantly broke the kiss, closing my eyes and pressing my forehead against the pillow beside him. Holy fuck but that was intense.

 

Sanzo shifted around a little and I was about to move off him when I felt his hand on my back and another in my hair. I guess he'd been waiting for the right moment to free his hands. All my kinky buttons were pushed when I realized that he'd waited until after we'd both orgasmed to untie himself. He sighed softly, turned his head and kissed my throat. I inhaled slowly, enjoying the scent of sex and Sanzo. I could've fallen asleep right where I was I felt so relaxed. I wriggled a little to get more comfortable and made a tiny sound of disappointment when Sanzo's cock slipped out of my ass.

 

“Don't even think about,” Sanzo warned in a gruff voice. “You're fucking heavy and I think my legs are falling asleep.”

 

I smiled lazily and kissed Sanzo behind the ear, pushing myself up. There was a nice flush in his cheeks and satisfaction in his eyes. He may have bitched about getting his cock and balls shaved but he'd enjoyed the extra sensitivity. And he looked extra fucking hot shaved. I moved off Sanzo, untying his legs and rubbing them to get circulation moving again. The wash cloth came back out and I cleaned him up, planting a kiss on his cock before cleaning myself up. The kiss earned me a gasp of surprise and an eye roll. I smirked at him before getting our smokes and coming back to bed with them and an ashtray. We smoked in silence, Sanzo not even protesting when I pulled him to lean against my chest. It wasn't until after I turned off the light and dragged him back into my arms that he spoke a little hesitantly.

 

“I liked that. The thing you did with the razor blade was…. And maybe the tied up shit, too. I wouldn't like being tied up very often but it was… exciting. I like tying you up better.”

 

I nuzzled into his hair trying to stay relaxed as my heart galloped in my chest. Sanzo was telling me what he liked and that he'd enjoyed what we did without me having to poke at him about it. He really was trying, in his own way, to make what was between us a real relationship. I felt like I'd been given the most precious gift in the world. He turned to face me even though I doubted he could see much in the dark of the room. I had no such problem since I was using just a little youkai sense to see his face clearly.

 

That look from before was in his eyes again. Hope and fear and smug satisfaction all mixed together. I'd have loved to ask him what that look was about but I'd gotten more than I thought I would from Sanzo when he showed me just how much he trusted me. I brushed my fingers over his cheek and kissed him gently.

 

“Anytime you feel like it again, Sanzo, you just give me the word. I like giving you pleasure. It makes me feel good,” I said as I shifted around until Sanzo was on his back and my head was resting on his chest.

 

His heart was a steady rhythm under my ear and I sighed in contentment. This was where I wanted to be. Where I belonged. Sanzo's hand drifted into my hair, his fingers combing through the strands gently. I slid my hand down his arm and twined my fingers with his. My heart thumped against my ribs when he squeezed my hand and made an almost inaudible sound of contentment. I bit my lip until I tasted blood to keep from telling him I loved him. Some day he'd be ready to hear those words from me. I believed that to the very bottom of my soul.

 

But not tonight.

 

Sanzo'd given me his absolute trust and that was enough for now. It was more than I expected to get from him at this point. Something was different about Sanzo and the way he looked at me. It was a good different so I refused to poke at it in case I screwed it up somehow. I was pathetically happy with these baby steps Sanzo was making on his own and the promise of more, deeper feelings I knew he could give. I wanted it all from him and I knew as long as I was patient with him, we'd end up having the solid, loving relationship I knew we both craved.