Honour, Duty, or Love?

Title: Honour, Duty or Love?
Author: JadeHeart
Located/Archived: If anyone would like it, please ask me first
Fandom: Saiyuki
Warnings: M/M, sexual situations

Author’s Note: This is the second of eight alternate ending for this story, each featuring a different pairing.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this, they belong to the creators of ‘Saiyuki’, nor am I making any profits

Alternate Ending 2 – Gojyo & Sanzo


Gojyo sat silently on the wide window sill, one knee bent with a foot resting on it. He gazed up at the crescent moon, nothing more than a sliver of light in the darkness.

There was a loud snuffling and he turned his head to gaze at the other occupant of the room. Goku rolled over, arms and legs stretching across the entire bed as he mumbled in his sleep. Gojyo silently shook his head in amazement. How someone so short could take up so much room astounded him. He was practically twice Goku’s height and yet if they were forced to share a bed it was he that ended up on the floor nine times out of ten.

His nostrils twitched then, recognizing a familiar scent. Turning back to the open window he sniffed again, not looking up at the sky this time but gazing downwards, scanning the ground below. A glow of light where there had been none before identified his target. A cloud drifted across the sky, blocking away what little moonlight there was whilst Gojyo continued to look down although everything was in complete darkness once more.

The smell of cigarette smoke drifted up to him again and he breathed in deeply, closing his eyes for a moment as he inhaled as though breathing it in like it was his own. Slowly he exhaled, opening his eyes and glanced down to see the gleam of light once more, startled to see it perfectly illuminate Sanzo’s face as he looked upwards as though gazing directly at Gojyo.

The intensity of that look, a moment before it faded into darkness once more, made Gojyo’s breath stop in surprise. There was no way the monk could know he was here. There was not enough light from the moon, he wasn’t smoking so no cigarette betrayed his presence. He hadn’t made a single sound, and there was no light behind him from the room. Then he chuckled. Yeah, and none of that meant a damn thing where His Bastardness was concerned.

Gojyo ran a hand through his hair, fingers tangling in knots, making him grimace. It needed combing but he just couldn’t be bothered. It wasn’t like there were any ladies around to impress. Pity though; he could have done with the release. He’d been feeling pent up for days now. Ever since he and Sanzo….

He tried to drag his thoughts away from where they were heading, a path they had been constantly attempting to follow since their narrow escape. Each time he’d managed to distract himself, cutting those enticing memories off sharply, refusing to even acknowledge the flash of heat that always accompanied them.

The wafting smoke reached him again and he felt laughter begin to rise inside him. It seemed like he was being tempted by the gods themselves. Well, so be it. He gave a silent laugh as he stood, hitching his pants up and walking to the door. Who was he to ignore temptation?

He opened the door, quietly closing it behind so as not to disturb the still slumbering Goku though he doubted anything could, before walking down the dimly lit corridor, hooking thumbs into belt loops as he went down the stairs.

The cool air seemed much colder than it had felt from the window as he exited the back door. He didn’t need to wonder where to find Sanzo, he just let his nose follow the nicotine scent and sure enough he soon saw the dark silhouette standing by the wall. As he approached he saw Sanzo’s face lit once more as he drew on his cigarette.

“Got a light?” Gojyo asked, placing a cigarette between his lips.

“What do I look like?” Sanzo said sharply. “A smoke shop?”

“Lousy service if you were,” Gojyo said breezily, stepping closer. “Come on, man, I just need a light.” He actually had his own lighter; he could feel its weight in his pocket but that was not what this was about. He leant forward, meeting Sanzo’s gaze and knowing the other could easily see through his lie.

“Idiot kappa,” Sanzo muttered.

Tipping his head to one side, the ends of their two cigarettes touched, and Sanzo drew on his so the end flared to renewed life whilst Gojyo inhaled, drawing that meager flame to his own cigarette until it caught.

Gojyo couldn't help but feel the eroticism of this moment, this sharing of what seemed almost like a kiss. He maintained his gaze with Sanzo during this act, neither speaking, faces expressionless. Since their recent escape from entombment Gojyo had felt as though he’d been dancing around Sanzo, avoiding a situation that didn’t even exist yet.

As much as he wanted to ignore it, he couldn’t deny that the feelings of lust and want that had spawned in that heated darkness between them hadn’t dissipated.

Instead, as each day passed, they had seemed to grow, incessantly gnawing at his insides. He found that now his eyes always followed Sanzo where ever he went. He seemed so much more aware of the other man’s very presence; his scent, the sound of his voice, the colour of his hair. Gojyo found that every single thing just made him want Sanzo more.

He leant back, breaking the indirect kiss and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs and at the same time stretched his arms to the sky in a bone cracking stretch, allowing his head to fall backwards with eyes closed.

“If you are trying to have a religious experience, you’re way off the mark,” was Sanzo’s scathing comment. His robes were pushed down around his waist, his black undergarment his only covering.

Gojyo chuckled as he let his arms fall to his sides. He smirked at Sanzo around his cigarette. “The only religious experience I’m interest in having is wrapped in the arms of a beautiful woman.”

“How narrow-minded,” Sanzo commented curtly.

“Why?” Gojyo queried, removing the cigarette to flick the ash away. “Because I’m supposed to be fasting and praying and stuff?”

“Because you limit yourself to only women,” was Sanzo’s unexpected answer.

Gojyo was so surprised that he inhaled too quickly and began to cough. He tried to clear his throat as he wiped at his streaming eyes.

“Yeah,” he managed to gasp out. “Guess that is a little restrictive.” He grinned, trying to make light of it. “After all, I should let everyone taste the greatness of the Gojyo quality!”

“You have a very high opinion of yourself, don’t you?” Sanzo responded.

“Only being honest,” Gojyo replied. “Lying’s a sin, you know.”

“So’s pride.”

“Nothing wrong of being proud of what you do best!”

“All I’m hearing at the moment is talk,” Sanzo said evenly, staring directly at Gojyo.

Gojyo paused, cigarette in hand as he looked at the other man. Was that….?

His thoughts swirled as he slowly let the smoke drift from his lips, then he moved swiftly, throwing caution to the wind.

Gojyo closed the narrow distance between he and Sanzo, crowding the other back against the wall, pinning him in place with his body as he dropped his head to press his lips forcefully down onto Sanzo’s.

He pushed his tongue forward, feeling the lips part beneath his demand, allowing entrance. His tongue slid past the hard teeth, deep into the moist cavern, touching and winding around Sanzo’s tongue. He tried to draw it back into his own mouth but Sanzo slipped it away. Gojyo’s lips curled in a smile even though they remained pressed against Sanzo’s as he coaxed Sanzo to return his gesture. On the third try Sanzo allowed himself to be drawn into Gojyo’s mouth. The kiss was hot and fiery and wet, in a way that enflamed Gojyo’s desire further.

He finally drew back, breaking the kiss, gazing down at Sanzo. Both of them were breathing a little too fast, he could feel the rise and fall of Sanzo’s chest pressing against his.

“Is that the best you can do?” Sanzo asked, raising one eyebrow sardonically.

Gojyo rolled his eyes, then smirked. “Baby, I haven’t even begun,” he replied.

Sanzo twitched and Gojyo read the tell-tale warning sign of a potentially explosive situation that generally resulted in gunfire directed at his person.

“Don’t call me ‘baby’, you bastard!” Sanzo growled warningly.

“Okay, okay,” Gojyo said, holding a hand up in a gesture of surrender. Then he grinned wickedly as he added, “Honey.”

“Why you…” Sanzo began, hand moving to delve into those deep pockets in his robe where Gojyo knew his gun resided. However Gojyo swiftly reached out and gripped both wrists, holding Sanzo immobile and forestalling the action.

“Now, now,” he said soothingly. “Firearms at a time like this would sort of break the mood don’t you think?”

“What mood, you stupid dick?!” Sanzo growled, glaring at him through narrowed eyes

“How can you say that,” Gojyo purred, leaning closer so his lips were almost brushing Sanzo’s. “We were just getting to the good part.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Sanzo sounded bored now. “I must have missed that bit.”

“Then let me remind you.”

Gojyo captured Sanzo’s lips in a firm kiss once more, deepening it and sucking away the other man’s breath immediately. He broke it only to place kisses along Sanzo’s throat, trailing out to the ear, tongue circling around the interior before nipping at the lobe.

“Remember now?” he whispered, and felt the slight shudder that rippled through Sanzo’s body.

“You talk too much,” was Sanzo’s only reply.

Gojyo chuckled. If that wasn’t an order for him to continue he didn’t know what was. He half thought about breaking things off at that point and walking away. It would serve Sanzo right if he did; the thought of leaving the monk all pent up was amusing certainly.

However, the straining erection in his pants told him that he didn’t have enough will-power to do that. His biggest worry was that he wanted this more than Sanzo and what was to stop the monk doing exactly what he had just considered. He wouldn’t put it past the prick to stop things in the middle and leave him hanging.

He brought his lips back to Sanzo’s preventing any further discussion between them. The time for words was over as far as he was concerned.

Gojyo released his grip on one of Sanzo’s wrists, bringing his hand to rest on the monk’s chest. He allowed his hand to roam across that area, deft fingers seeking out the small nub of flesh, finding it and slowly coaxing it to hardness. He was pleased to feel the nipple swell beneath his touch, to feel Sanzo’s body jerk a little in reaction.

Gojyo slid his hand across to find the other and repeated the action, feeling the hardness straining against the confining fabric of Sanzo’s tunic. He pressed in closer, sliding one leg between Sanzo’s, pressing their hips together. He knew that Sanzo could probably feel his erection but unfortunately the robes gathered at Sanzo’s waist prevented Gojyo being able to do the same. He at least hoped that there was evidence beneath all that material that Sanzo was just as turned on.

He slid his hand down lower, over the ribs, down to the waist to rest on the protruding hip bones. He could feel every outline of the bones in Sanzo’s body. The monk was whipcord thin. Despite this appearance of frailty, he knew that there was nothing weak about Sanzo. It was as though Sanzo had honed his entire body for his own purposes, discarding everything that was unnecessary and only leaving the bare necessities. That was so like him.

He tangled one hand in Sanzo’s hair, tugging his head back to expose the pale throat. Gojyo dropped his head to run his tongue down that length, using his teeth to nip through the dark fabric of the high collar of Sanzo’s tunic as he continued on.

He took his time to locate Sanzo’s right nipple, flicking it hard with his tongue as he moved his other hand across Sanzo’s stomach. He felt Sanzo inhale sharply, his abdomen muscles contracting and allowing in that brief instance a space between body and clothing. Gojyo took complete advantage of that moment and pushed his hand downwards, past the gathered material of Sanzo’s robe, searching and finding what he was seeking.

Gojyo wrapped his hand firmly around Sanzo’s cock, feeling it become hard within his grip. At that touch Sanzo’s hand come up to grip the back of his head, fingers tightening in his long hair hard enough to hurt. He bit down hard on the nipple between his lips, a warning of his own. Sanzo’s grip only lessened a fraction, about all that Gojyo would have expected so he simply continued.

Gojyo lifted his head, pushing against Sanzo’s grip, to bring his mouth back onto Sanzo’s. As he kissed him deeply, his hand began to stroke Sanzo’s cock, sliding down the firm length to the base, before rising slowly.

His deft fingers slid across the slit, collecting the sticky precum leaking from that place before carefully sliding the foreskin downwards to expose the flared head.

Sanzo bucked into his hand as Gojyo continued this motion, thrusting his hips forward. A hand suddenly cupped Gojyo’s crotch, gripping his concealed erection tightly and he couldn’t prevent the moan that escaped him.

He pulled his head back, breaking the lengthy kiss he and Sanzo had been locked in. Sanzo stared back at him, eyes fierce, lips moist as his hand began to stroke Gojyo through his pants. Gojyo moaned again and closed his eyes briefly in pleasure. Gods, that felt so good!

“Anyone,” Gojyo said a little breathlessly. “would think you had done this before?”

“What if I have?” Sanzo replied, not ceasing his actions.

Gojyo leant into his touch, remembering to return the favour, squeezing Sanzo a little tighter.

“Doesn’t matter,” he finally answered. A crooked smile touched his lips as he gazed down at the monk. “Just means I’m going to have to show you how it’s done by the best.”

“You are so full of it,” was Sanzo’s answer to which Gojyo could only chuckle at. Even in such circumstances as this Sanzo didn’t change. He pushed into Sanzo’s hand, telling him by that action that he wanted more to which Sanzo obliged.

Sanzo brought his other hand to join the first, pausing in his ministrations as he quickly undid Gojyo’s trousers, immediately pushing in between the parted material to wrap around heated flesh.

Gojyo let his head drop forward onto Sanzo’s shoulder with a shuddering groan.

“You are so easy,” he heard Sanzo murmur in his ear although the monk never stopped his stroking.

Gojyo felt a twinge of irritation. At present it still seemed that although Sanzo was obviously turned on, the evidence of that in the form of his swollen cock clasped in Gojyo’s hand, the monk still seemed far too capable of independent thought. Gojyo wanted to see Sanzo lose it completely, become a slave to passion, and be fully at the mercy of Gojyo’s touch.

Gojyo forced the pleasure he was feeling to one side in his mind, as hard as that was to take back control. He pulled Sanzo forward and ran his unoccupied hand down his back, trailing over each vertebrae, dipping into the small of the back. He didn’t pause but continued to move lower, pushing his hand past the bunched material to cup around Sanzo’s buttock. He kneaded the flesh slowly, digging fingers into the yielding tissue, seeking what he was after.

The cleft of Sanzo’s arse was moist, sweat pooling there from the warm night and their current actions. Gojyo slowly rubbed his index finger in this moisture, rolling it so it was coated fully before dipping downwards. He pushed it between Sanzo’s tight cheeks, swiftly locating his entrance and before Sanzo could protest, slid it inside.

There was a slight resistance at first, the ring of muscle trying to push against his intrusion but he easily slid past it. Gojyo felt Sanzo’s body lift as the man tried to rise to the balls of his feet as though seeking to escape Gojyo’s invasion but he held him in place.

Sanzo’s hand tightened painfully on his cock and he winced but he refused to heed the warning. If he backed down now that was it. He’d be lucky if he managed to dodge the bullet that was sure to be directed at him. No matter what the cost he intended to go through with this until Sanzo gasped out his name in pleasure.

He began to pump his finger in and out of Sanzo’s depths, pushing forward deeper each time. He could hear Sanzo’s harsh breathing and the shudder that ran through his body, however Sanzo’s grip didn’t lessen around his cock. Curling his long finger he sought out that one spot. No matter how strong willed Sanzo was, even he would be forced to respond to that!

He was finally rewarded with a sharp grunt as Sanzo jerked in his grasp, the hand on his cock spasming, then loosening. Gojyo rubbed inside again, gaining the same reaction and he gave a satisfied smile.

“Who’s easy now?” he chuckled softly, licking at the side of Sanzo’s neck.

The other man turned his head away, eyes squeezed shut as his body involuntarily jerked at the relentless contact. Gojyo just watched, enjoying the sight of Sanzo’s face bathed in sweat, the slight flush across the skin. There was no way he was going to let Sanzo get off that easily.

Gojyo now proceeded with his plan to break Sanzo’s iron self-control. He plundered Sanzo’s body from behind, whilst his other hand jerked him off expertly. The precum flowed freely now from Sanzo’s cock, lubricating Gojyo’s hand so it slid smoothly over the hard flesh. Sanzo’s body told him that the other man was enjoying it, although only a few sounds escaped between Sanzo’s tightly sealed lips.

Stubborn bastard, Gojyo thought, staring down at Sanzo. He grinned wickedly. Well, he’d be satisfied with what he could get. He’ll probably never get another chance to see Sanzo in this state again.

He sped his actions up, striking unerringly at Sanzo’s prostate, drawing strained moans from the monk. Gojyo could feel Sanzo’s cock grow more rigid, felt the tension increase in the body he held as a quivering began to flow through it.

He’s nearly there. Gojyo watched, not wanting to miss a thing, his own cock hardening in anticipation. He leant forward to whisper in Sanzo’s ear. “Do it. Let it all go.”

Sanzo’s head leant back against the wall, face upturned to the sky above. His eyes were still pressed tightly closed, he teeth clenched almost in a grimace as he fought against his own body’s demands. Finally with a sharp cry he jerked hard against Gojyo, hips pushing upwards into Gojyo’s grasp, his entire body shaking as he climaxed hard. Gojyo felt the pulsing run up the hard cock in his hand, swiftly drawing upwards to wrap around the spurting head, capturing the warm liquid that escaped it.

Gojyo withdrew his hand from Sanzo’s arse, feeling the man collapse back against the wall, breathing heavily. His own needs were now demanding release also.

He pulled his other hand free from the front of Sanzo’s clothes, being careful to not lose the fluid pooled in it. He used his other hand to reach out and turn the presently unresisting Sanzo around.

“What…?” Sanzo managed to mumble, his eyes opening and taking a moment to focus.

Gojyo leant against Sanzo’s back as he dropped his hand to his bared cock, groaning as he liberally coated it with Sanzo’s cum. When it was done he reached out and yanked at the cords that held Sanzo’s robes around his waist, pushing the material downwards to bare his pale arse.

Gojyo pushed closer, letting his slick cock slide down Sanzo’s crack as he pulled the flesh apart to allow its access.

“I told you,” he whispered into Sanzo’s ear. “That I would show you the best.” At that he thrust forward, his cock pushing against Sanzo’s puckered entrance and forcing its way past the ring of muscle to slide deep within the channel beyond.

Sanzo’s back arched as he cried out, his voice mingling with the deep groan that issued from Gojyo as his head fell forward to rest on Sanzo’s shoulder, shuddering. He fought against the desire to cum at the feel of that heat wrapping around his swollen cock. It was so tight!

He took a couple of long, deep breaths, trying to gain some semblance of control. He then slowly drew back, sliding out of Sanzo’s body till only the head of his cock remained within, then pushed forward again. Sanzo jerked under his hands as he gasped. Gojyo repeated this motion, each time pushing deeper, trying to draw out the pleasure he was feeling.

He knew he’d hit that special spot when Sanzo’s hands resting on the wall clenched into fists and he shuddered, a long moan escaping him.

At the erotic sound of Sanzo’s pleasure, Gojyo clamped his teeth together hard, fighting against the almost instantaneous need to cum just from that. He tried to control himself but he knew it was now a losing battle. He began to thrust faster, hand holding Sanzo’s hip as his other wrapped round his waist to clasp the cock already hard. He began to jerk Sanzo off as he continued to vigourously pump into his body. His motions became jerky as he felt his climax drawing closer, sweat sliding down his back, his body hot.

“Argh! San…zo!” Gojyo gasped out.

Sanzo’s hand wrapped around the one Gojyo had on his cock, moving in time with him. Gojyo’s hips snapped forward as he felt his balls draw up and tighten, just before he grunted and shuddered as he came. He pushed deeply with every pulse, filling Sanzo’s channel, feeling the wash of warmth around his cock and leak from around their conjoined bodies.

Gojyo then felt Sanzo’s cock pulse in his hand as streams of liquid left the tip of his cock to strike the wall in front. He felt Sanzo’s channel tighten around his cock making him groan as it managed to wring the last vestiges of his pleasure from him, finally draining him completely.

He let himself slump forward, covering Sanzo’s back as he rested his chin on Sanzo’s shoulder, eyes shut as he breathed deeply, heartbeat still racing.

“Get off,” Sanzo finally said, his harsh voice loud in the night.

“Give us a sec,” Gojyo breathed out. He hadn’t gone completely soft yet.

“I said, get off!” Sanzo glared at him over his shoulder.

Gojyo grinned at him lazily. “Ah, come on. Give a guy a chance to savour the moment.”

“Savour it in hell!” Gojyo felt the cold touch of steel on his forehead as Sanzo pressed the barrel of his gun between his eyes. Damn it, he knew that prick had his gun hidden somewhere.

“Okay, just hold on a bit,” Gojyo said rapidly, uneasy at the hard glint in Sanzo’s eyes.

He leant away, reaching down to hold Sanzo’s hips as he slowly withdrew his now limp cock. Even though he generally could go for two or three rounds at a time, that had certainly put a dampener on his ardour.

As soon as he had pulled out Sanzo straightened and pulled his robes up, covering his bare skin once more. Gojyo watched him carefully as he too rearranged his clothing. He wasn’t sure how Sanzo was going to react now it was all over. He might just have to make a very quick getaway. He wondered if he would have time to make it to Hakkai. At least his friend could shield him with his powers until Sanzo calmed down.

“So, are you done?” Sanzo finally said, his back still to Gojyo.

“Huh?” Gojyo was confused by the question.

Sanzo looked over his shoulder, those violet eyes revealing nothing. “Is that all you wanted?”

Gojyo raked his long hair back from his face, frowning. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to answer. Hell, he didn’t even know what the answer was! Was this all that he had been after? One quick screw and it was all back to normal?

Sanzo turned and suddenly reached out, grabbing Gojyo’s wrist and halting his action, his fingers still caught in the snarls in his hair.

“You’re such an idiot kappa,” Sanzo said, jerking his hand down, then stepping forward and tripping Gojyo so he landed on his back.

Gojyo lay winded as Sanzo reached into the folds of his robe. He half sat up, tensing as he expected to see Sanzo’s gun appear and wondered if this time he really had breathed his last.

Gojyo flinched as Sanzo knelt at his side, reaching out towards him. Then his eyes widened in surprise as he saw what Sanzo held. Sanzo’s hands touched his head, one holding the side of his face, the other clasping the comb that was gently dragged through his hair.

Gojyo could only stare at the monk, sitting there silently, not daring to breathe let alone speak as Sanzo continued to groom him. Those long fingers held his head in place, occasionally leaving his face to separate the tangled knots until the comb ran freely through his hair. He involuntarily let his eyes drift shut, enjoying the ministrations, finding it soothing. It had been a long time since he’d been touched so gently.

The contact ceased and Gojyo opened his eyes to see Sanzo standing now, looking away into the distance. As he watched, Sanzo reached into his robes and drew out his packet of cigarettes, placing one between his lips.

“Don’t leave it till it’s a rat’s nest,” Sanzo said, lighting his cigarette. “It’s a pain to comb out.” He turned and began to walk away, not looking back.

Gojyo remained sitting on the ground, looking after the retreating back then reached up and ran his hand through the now smooth strands of his hair as a slow smile curved his lips.

He stood and brushed down his trousers, shoving his hands into his pockets as he followed the now distant figure walking towards the inn. He knew now where he could find a comb in future.


~End~