Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ The Gift ❯ Not what you'd expect ( Chapter 1 )

Sanzo stared at the opened present, a flush of anger stealing slowly up his neck to color his face. A vein throbbed fiercely over his left eyebrow.

 

"Do you like it?" Gojyo grinned at him eagerly.

 

"You bought me a dress." He hated being compared to women, he hated being called pretty and granted he was fucking dating or being fucked by Gojyo, but that didn't make him the fucking woman in this arrangement by a long shot.

 

"Well, yeah. I thought it would be fun."

 

"Fun?!" Sanzo scowled tossing the layers of black petticoats back into the box, where they shown obscenely against the bright red tissue paper. "Why the fuck would I want to wear a dress you moron?"

 

Gojyo's face fell. "Y'know, a lot of people think it's sexy to play dress up. I kinda thought it would keep things interesting..."

 

"If you want a woman, fuck a woman, don't come to me." Sanzo turned on his heel before he shot the asshole through the forehead. They'd only been friends 'with benefits' for a couple of months and Gojyo was bored already?

 

Gojyo stopped him leaving, his long-fingered hand grasped Sanzo tightly around his bicep. "What, you hate the gift, I get that. I'll take it back. Stupid idea. I get that, too. Okay? But why the hell are you leaving?"

 

Staring down at the hand restraining him and then up into Gojyo's angry red eyes, "If you're bored, we can end this now. I don't need your fucking condescension."

 

Gojyo did an admirable job of looking both bewildered and returning Sanzo's glare. "'th fuck! No one said anything about being bored, asshole. Y'know, it's just a fantasy, I thought you'd look hot."

 

"If you like dresses so much, you wear it."

 

Gojyo did a double take, the anger fading from his face as he stared at Sanzo thoughtfully. "Okay."

 

Sanzo felt his ire stutter in the face of Gojyo's compliance. "What?"

 

"Okay." Gojyo grinned lopsidedly, winking lewdly. "I'll wear a dress for you, baby." He picked up the frothy confection of silks and petticoats and slung it over his arm.

 

Bending, Gojyo pressed his lips to a stunned Sanzo's ear..."And I'm such a naughty girl, you'll have to paddle me good..."

 

Frozen, Sanzo watched as Gojyo sauntered from the room, the mass of silk and petticoats draped casually over his arm. The pervy kappa turned at the bedroom door, giving Sanzo one last smoldering glance a knowing grin curving that lascivious mouth. The door closed between them leaving Sanzo alone, thoughts thrown into chaos.

 

He should've known the water sprite would never turn down a dare.

 

Images of Gojyo bent over his knee, golden ass framed by the lush dark petticoats assaulted Sanzo's mind and a flush burned his cheeks and his body tightened. Damn it, he was not fucking aroused by the idea of Gojyo in a fucking skirt.

 

Except, he found himself at the door, his hand on the knob without ever remembering crossing the few feet in between. One thought burning through him.

 

Would Gojyo really go through with it?