Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ The Rising and Setting Sun ❯ Chapter 2
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Title: The Rising and Setting Sun, Part Two
Author: Shirahime
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gojyo/Sanzo
Summary: Sanzo's curiosity leads to more than just carnal knowledge. No spoilers.
Part Two
“You're so cold, Sanzo,” Gojyo told the monk early the next morning as the man pushed his clothes into his hands.
Sanzo glared at him. “You have to go before someone notices you.”
Gojyo pretended to pout. “You mean you're ashamed of me? I'm hurt!”
“Quit fooling around!” the blonde said as he pushed him toward the door. “I just don't want to hear Hakkai's mouth or see that disapproving look of his. He's too valuable for me to shoot.”
“Aren't I valuable, too?”
“No.”
“At least let me use your shower. What if one of them catches me in the hallway? They'd surely smell you on me…”
“Fine!” Sanzo agreed finally. “Just be quick about it.”
“Thank you, Sanzo-sama,” Gojyo drawled. He laid a quick kiss on the man's cheek before hurrying toward the bathroom to avoid any retaliation, leaving Sanzo to glare at his retreating form.
After Gojyo freed the shower so that Sanzo could take one of his own, the monk emerged to find Gojyo still in his room, sitting on his bed putting on his shoes.
“Bastard, what are you still doing in here?”
“I was getting dressed,” Gojyo replied innocently.
“As if it takes you that long… Turn around!” Sanzo insisted as he grasped his clothing draped over the end of the bed.
“It's not like I haven't seen it all before,” Gojyo muttered as he complied.
After he'd dressed, Sanzo poked his head out of the door, noting that the hallway was empty. “You leave first. I don't want one of the others to see you come out of this room.”
Gojyo moved forward, placing a hand on the monk's shoulder. “Aww! Sanzo's so cute when he's nervous.”
“Why you-” Sanzo started to say, but was interrupted by the sound of a door opening. A woman stepped outside of the room next door to stride down the hallway. She stopped to stare at the two men in the doorway, her mouth gaping as her eyes fell upon Sanzo.
The monk frowned, annoyed. “Is there a problem?”
The woman was speechless for a moment, her face red, before speaking. “N-no… It's none of my business, but those robes… are you a…?”
“Yes,” he answered, knowing what she meant. “And?”
“Um,” she said, not meeting his eyes. “It's just that you were rather… loud last night…”
Sanzo's face reddened as he scowled at her before turning away. “As if you should talk,” he muttered, Gojyo chuckling as he followed behind him.
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The group of four was able to make it to the next town just before sunset, dark clouds in the sky threatening of rain that never fell. Just the sight of such clouds was sufficiently able to darken Sanzo's mood. The inn that they found was booked except for two double rooms. Gojyo tried to look nonchalant as Sanzo announced that Hakkai and Goku would be sharing a room together for their stay in the town. Inside, he could hardly contain himself. This arrangement meant only one thing to the redhead.
“You're going to share with Gojyo?” Goku asked the monk in disbelief.
“I'm tired of Hakkai's snoring,” Sanzo said in way of explanation.
“I don't think that I snore, Sanzo,” Hakkai remarked as he eyed the monk, whose back was to him as he began to ascend the stairs. His gaze fell upon Gojyo, who looked innocent enough leaning against the counter before following the monk. “If I did, I'm sure that Gojyo would have told me much earlier…”
“I didn't want to mention it, since I'm so polite,” Gojyo called behind him.
Hakkai only sighed as he watched the pair go.
Once inside of the room, Gojyo moved to slide arms around Sanzo's waist. “Does this mean what I think it does?” he asked as he pulled the monk closer.
Sanzo squirmed in the embrace. “Knock it off! We've got to meet the others for dinner in a few minutes. And you rooming with me means absolutely nothing,” he found himself adding.
Gojyo frowned at him, allowing the man to slip from within his arms. “Eh? Then why? We've never shared one before.”
Sanzo answered him without turning around. “I got tired of sharing a room with the same person over and over. And there's no way that I was going to listen to Goku's stomach growling all night.”
“So it was process of elimination or something like that?” Gojyo asked as he hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans.”
“Something like that,” Sanzo answered.
During dinner, Sanzo sat pushing food around on his plate, more angry at himself than at anyone else. Their waitress was a busty young lady who chatted with Gojyo every time that she returned to the table. She also managed to somehow brush up against him in some way each time, occurring too often for it to be by chance. Gojyo, as expected, did nothing to discourage this behavior, giving her the dazzling smile that he reserved for occasions such as this. Sanzo frowned. Gojyo wasn't behaving any differently than he did usually. It wasn't as if one time together would hold significance for the redhead. Sanzo had known this before becoming entangled with Gojyo. He assured himself that he didn't have any attachments to the moment they had shared either. However, Sanzo found that he didn't want to have to watch Gojyo's antics with the girl.
Irritated, Sanzo rose from his chair to slap his gold card onto the table. “I'm going upstairs,” he announced. “You can pay for this after you've finished.”
Hakkai noticed Gojyo's worried look before he turned to ask, “Sanzo, are you feeling alright? You hardly ate anything.”
“I'm fine,” he paused to snap. “I'm just not hungry.”
Goku called after the man, “Can I have your food if you're not going to eat it?”
“Idiot!” Gojyo shouted as he smacked Goku in the head. “Why are you always worrying about your stupid stomach?”
“Hey!” Goku yelled as he held his head and glared at the half demon. “What was that for?”
Hakkai picked up his drink and sipped from it. “It's not fair for you to take out your frustrations on Goku.”
Gojyo looked away, refusing to meet his friend's eyes. “I don't have any frustrations.”
Hakkai made a noncommittal sound. Sighing, Gojyo left the table after a few moments to find the monk.
Upon opening the door to their room, Gojyo spotted Sanzo sitting on the far bed smoking, his robe hanging off of his waist. It suddenly struck Gojyo that the monk should always walk around like that, skin tight shirt showing off his muscled chest. The first time he'd seen Sanzo like this, it had nearly taken his breath away. He couldn't get over the fact that a monk was hiding such a sinful body under his robes.
“What are you standing over there smiling about?” Sanzo asked, annoyed by Gojyo's scrutiny and crooked grin.
“Just taking in the beautiful view,” he answered as he closed the door behind him.
Sanzo glared at him. “What do I look like? I'm not some girl giggling over your every compliment.”
“You've got to know that what happened downstairs was just harmless flirting,” Gojyo said seriously. “It's not like I was going to meet her after work-”
“You can do whatever you like,” Sanzo interrupted. “It's not like screwing someone once means that you own him.”
Gojyo sighed, smiling faintly as he gazed at the priest. “You know, for such a prideful bastard, you sure are insecure.”
Eyes darkening, Sanzo glared at the approaching half demon, who moved to sit next to him on the bed despite his obvious anger. “Bastard! You've got a lot of nerve-”
“Flirting doesn't always have to mean something,” Gojyo told him in a calm voice as he placed a hand onto his thigh, “but if it bothers you, I could tone it down a little.”
The monk's anger started to evaporate at the possible implications of Gojyo's words. But he wasn't about to let on that he had been affected by them. “I already told you that you can do as you please. It doesn't concern me at all.” Sanzo said, his face turned away as he continued to puff on his cigarette.
Gojyo reached over to grasp the cigarette that was hanging from Sanzo's lips, taking a drag from it before stubbing it out in the ash tray on the nightstand. “What if,” he asked as he reached out to stroke the side of Sanzo's face, “I want it to concern you?”
Sanzo gazed at Gojyo, moved by the emotion that he saw swirling in crimson depths. He couldn't prevent himself from leaning into the caress, however slight the movement had been. Gojyo's smile broadened as he sensed it.
“Don't start with all this romantic crap,” Sanzo remarked, but didn't stop Gojyo as he slid the caressing hand to cup the side of his face. He tried to ignore the thumb that had begun to stroke his lower lip. “I'm not that waitress back in the diner.”
White teeth flashed as Gojyo grinned. “I know. That's why I'm doing it.” Then he leaned in to claim Sanzo's lips, silencing the blonde's retort.
After a moment, Sanzo began to return the kiss, placing a hand on Gojyo's shoulder to pull him closer. He moaned softly as he felt Gojyo pull up his shirt to slide warm hands across his belly. The monk soon found himself pushed back against the mattress with Gojyo hovering over him, nibbling on the side of his neck as he rolled a hardening nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Sanzo sighed as he rubbed up against Gojyo's body, wanting friction for his aching erection. “D-don't think that this is going to become a regular occurrence,” he managed to say as lips moved to his chest.
Gojyo lifted his mouth from Sanzo's nipple long enough to say, “Wouldn't dream of it,” before returning to lap at it again. He planted kisses on his way down Sanzo's belly, making the monk groan as he shifted on the bed. Gojyo smiled as he felt his impatient lover try to speed his progress by pushing on his shoulders, groaning something that he couldn't quite hear, but could guess at.
“Did you say something, Sanzo?” Gojyo asked as he lifted up to regard the monk.
Violet eyes glittered at him, annoyed. “F-finish what you started,” he insisted.
“Finish what?” Gojyo asked as if he didn't understand what the monk meant.
“Bastard,” Sanzo said as he gripped the sheets. “Don't expect me to beg.”
“I don't want you to beg,” Gojyo answered as he prowled up his body. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”
Sanzo gazed up into hungry crimson eyes. “I… I want you to taste me again.”
Gojyo growled softly as he claimed the monk's lips before moving downward to comply with the blonde's wishes. Sanzo's heart pounded within his chest, his erection twitching the lower that Gojyo's lips went. Soon, Gojyo had freed his aching erection from its prison, lapping at the crown of it before sheathing it with his mouth. Sanzo groaned, one hand fisting Gojyo's shirt and the other entwined in crimson locks. He pushed up gently into the heat of Gojyo's mouth, the half demon moaning around him. Sanzo didn't last long within Gojyo's talented lips. The redhead swallowed the warmth that Sanzo fed him, lapping at the traces on his softening flesh before pulling away to disrobe. Chest heaving, Sanzo watched as Gojyo pulled his shirt over his head, tousled red hair falling down around his shoulders. Realizing that Sanzo's eyes were on him, Gojyo turned around as he unfastened his pants, wiggling out of jeans and underwear as he grinned over his shoulder.
“You're such a pervert,” Sanzo remarked, despite not minding the view that he'd just been shown.
“You know you like it,” Gojyo said as he returned to divest the monk of his clothing, casting the garments carelessly to the floor.
He settled on top of the nude blonde, grinding downward to treat his aching erection to a little friction. Taking a fistful of crimson hair, Sanzo pulled Gojyo down for a kiss as he matched the redhead's motions. Gojyo moaned as he found his lips parted by Sanzo's, his tongue snaking in to twirl around his own. The blonde's aggression made Gojyo ache even more. Maybe next time, he'd let the blonde take him, but for now, he could only think of burying himself in Sanzo's heat again.
Gojyo groped in the nightstand drawer for the tube that he'd placed there earlier, giving the monk a quick kiss before moving down between his spread legs. Soon Sanzo felt slick fingers prodding him, seeking entry. They soon slid inside as he gasped, their motion stretching him.
Sanzo arched his back as Gojyo stroked his inner walls. His length had begun to swell again due to the half demon's ministrations. Before long, it was standing proudly, aching for attention. Unable to resist any longer, Sanzo reached down to surround his hardening flesh with long fingers, pushing up into the circle of his fist.
Gojyo groaned as he watched the blonde pleasure himself, his chest heaving. “I don't think I'm going to last long at this rate,” he said to himself. He pulled away to spread lubricant on his length before returning to move between Sanzo's spread thighs. Sanzo drew his legs up to accommodate the redhead. He moaned as Gojyo entered him, arching his back as he clutched the sheets. Gojyo leaned down to claim the blonde's lips as he sank in to the hilt, Sanzo's legs wrapping around his waist as he moaned into the kiss.
After a few ragged thrusts, their bodies fell into a rhythm together, the sound of their heavy breathing and flesh moving against flesh loud in the room. Gojyo lapped at the beads of perspiration trickling down Sanzo's face and neck. Gojyo wished he could always see the monk like this, blonde hair dampened by sweat, his flushed skin, eyes shut tightly as he uttered soft cries. He pushed into the blonde deeply, hearing Sanzo's cries crescendo. Gojyo suddenly wanted patrons to hear the monk all the way downstairs, and to know that he was responsible for it.
All too soon, Sanzo's muscles tensed as he uttered a choked shout, blunt fingernails marking Gojyo's back. He arched backwards, painting their bellies with his essence. The sudden tightness undid Gojyo, who spilled himself deep within the blonde. They collapsed together onto the bed, spent. Gojyo rolled off onto his back after a few moments, still trying to catch his breath.
“It's true what they say about make up sex being good,” the redhead said after he was able to speak again.
“I'd expect you to say something like that,” Sanzo answered, his eyes still closed.
Gojyo turned to face the monk, swirling fingers in the white streaks marring the blonde's belly. “You've got to admit that I'm worth putting up with, though.”
Sanzo cracked an eye open to peer at the grinning redhead. “Maybe.”
To Be Continued