Best of Both Worlds

Chapteur
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As they rolled into the next town, Sanzo glanced back over at Gojyo. Neither of them had said a word since their last stop in the desert. But Gojyo’s touch…it was different. Hakkai’s hands brought comfort and assurance but something about Gojyo…No. Gojyo wasn’t the type of man Sanzo could ever see himself with. They were so much alike that it would all end in a fight. Gojyo and Sanzo…that would never work out. And yet….He wondered if there was meaning behind Gojyo’s gesture or if it was still part of the act to piss of Hakkai.
When they reached the inn, their sleeping arrangements were the same as the previous night. Hakkai and Goku…Sanzo and Gojyo.
Gojyo closed the door behind him with a heavy sigh and started with the obvious question. “Shit, Sanzo.” He said. “What the hell was that?”
“What do you mean, ‘what the hell was that’? You’re the one who planted your lips on my face.”
“I wasn’t expecting THAT reaction!” Gojyo plopped himself down at the table next to Sanzo. “Were you just screwing with my head, Sanzo?”
“What do you think?”
Gojyo smiled. “I think…I don’t know.” Sanzo stood up and went to stand in the center of the room, staring blankly out the window, the butt of his cigarette glowing red in the darkness. After a few moments, he felt Gojyo’s hots ons on his neck. “I think you liked it, priest.”
Sanzo turned back around and pulled Gojyo’s lips to his, pulling upwards on his shirt. A surprised Gojyo moved back from Sanzo. “What the hell?”
“Don’t start something unless you intend to see it through.” Sanzo replied and slid Gojyo’s shirt over his head. “Unless you’re not up to the challenge.”
“Challenge?” Gojyo lifted an eyebrow. “Twenty thousand yen says you’ll be screaming my name in a few minutes, Sanzo.” Gojyo pulled off Sanzo’s gloves.
“Whatever.” Sanzo replied. “Stop talking, baka.”
Sanzo placed his mouth over Gojyo’s and Gojyo immediately opened his mouth to Sanzo’s. The taste of Sanzo’s cigarettes, which he deeply hated, flooded his mouth as their tongues twisted and fought for supremacy. Gojyo’s pants fell to the floor and he surrendered the battle as Sanzo wrapped his hand around his manhood. “Not fair…” he whispered, referring to the fact that Sanzo’s skintight leather underclothes were harder to get off.
“Deal with it.” Sanzo said and dropped his lips to Gojyo’s neck; licking and nipping gently at Gojyo’s ear as he traced his fingers torturously slow over Gojyo’s erection. “Against the wall.” Sanzo ordered.
“Like hell.” Gojyo said and yanked Sanzo’s pants down to reveal the priest’s own erection. Gojyo pushed him onto the bed and followed him.
“No way!” Sanzo growled and moved out of Gojyo’s path. Instead, he pinned Gojyo to the bed and planted himself on top of him. Gojyo opened his mouth to protest but held his objection as he felt the wet warmth of Sanzo’s tongue trailing over his base and onto his right sack…Sanzo pinched the sensitive skin between his teeth and a surge of painful pleasure shot up through Gojyo’s body and he shuddered.
“Dammit, Sanzo…” he whined. “I don’t need this.”
Sanzo had become an expert in the matters of sexual foreplay. It was really Hakkai’s fault he got so much practice. Unlike Gojyo, Hakkai could stand it for a longer amount of time. Hakkai was more…compliant. “Shut up!” Sanzo ordered. “And stop whining like a woman.”
Gojyo grabbed Sanzo’s shoulders and lifted him up. In an instant they switched places, Gojyo on top of Sanzo, stroking him slowly and gently. Sanzo made an attempt to escape from underneath Gojyo but Gojyo held him still. “Bastard.” Sanzo breathed and bit his lip to keep from giving Gojyo the satisfaction of hearing him moan in pleasure but it didn’t matter. Gojyo could see it in his face. Somewhere along the line, Gojyo had acquired a few foreplay favorites of his own, teasing Sanzo with his fingertips and the tip of his tongue until Sanzo could stand no more. “Shit…” Sanzo cursed loudly. “Fuck me.”
Those were the words that Gojyo had been waiting for. “As you wish.” He repositioned himself and moved himself into Sanzo with some force, causing Sanzo to open his mouth and let a loud breath escape. Rarely did Sanzo ever allow Hakkai such contact and he wasn’t used to Gojyo…After all, he was a bigger man than Hakkai and seemingly heavier, too. Sanzo was used to being the one in Gojyo’s position but for now his body was content to be where it was, beneath the kappa. But Sanzo couldn’t remain there for long. He wanted his dominance…He wanted to look down and see Gojyo’s face twist in pleasure…He kicked Gojyo off and into the corner of the bed against the wall where there could be no escape.
“Baka…” he repeated and moved on top of Gojyo. Gojyo made no move to object, curious as to what the monk could do to make Hakkai so possessive of him. Sanzo made no move to be gentle to Gojyo, not giving a damn at all about the water sprite beneath him. He was interested in only one thing…Gojyo offered up something that Sanzo hadn’t dared to give him…The pleading, breathless sound of his name. A string of curses escaped Sanzo’s lips as he reached his climax and he let go his release before Gojyo had the chance to beat him to it…In the end, it was Sanzo who claimed the most authority between them. As he collapsed next to Gojyo, breathless and drenched in his own sweat he smiled in the satisfaction of knowing he’d just made ten thousand yen. The bigger they are…the harder they fall.
When Gojyo regained his breath, he rolled over to face the beaming Sanzo. “You bastard.” Gojyo said sitting up. Sanzo only continued to smile and closed his eyes, folding his hands over his stomach. For the moment, Gojyo had nothing to do but take in the shape of Sanzo’s body. He shook his head. Everything about the damn priest was feminine…It was like letting a woman have him. Oddly, though, Gojyo found Sanzo’s body to be quite appealing, more so than some of the women he’d been with. He’d always thought Sanzo had well shaped hips. It had annoyed him somewhat to find that Sanzo’s hair didn’t feel like the hay it resembled. It was soft and silky…again…like women’s hair. He was so damn small…not an ounce of body fat on him. It was that damn diet of his…Beans and rabbit food…It gave Gojyo gas to eat that crap. Sanzo needed more meat in his dieat than he got, Gojyo thought. But it\'s no wonder since the stupid monkey eats it all before we get the chance.What he couldn’t believe was Sanzo’s fingers…if anything on Sanzo was feminine, it was those fingers but they were desirable, nonetheless. He looked away for a moment wondering why he’d bothered to offer Sanzo that bet. When he looked back he saw that Sanzo’s breathing was slow and even. Dammit…he was asleep. Not on my watch. Gojyo grabbed one of Sanzo’s nipples and gave it a twist. Sanzo opened his eyes and let out a yelp of pain. “Wake up you damn priest!”
“Don’t touch me.” Sanzo said rubbing the affected area, annoyed.
“At least put your pants on before you go to sleep in case the other two break down the door in the morning.” Sanzo growled, annoyed and took Gojyo up on his advice. “Damn…” Gojyo commented as Sanzo zipped up his pants.
“What?”
“I was looking at you just a minute ago and I was thinking how much you actually look like a damn woman.” Sanzo brought out his banishing gun and pointed it at Gojyo. “Man, I didn’t mean it like that. Calm your tight ass down. You sure as hell don’t act like one…except when you’re being pissy.”
Sanzo looked down at his body and shrugged. “It’s because I don’t shove my face like the three of you do.” Sanzo collapsed again on the bed, not bothering to replace his shirt.
Gojyo decided to follow his own advice and slipped back into his pants and tank top. Then he turned back to the bed to see Sanzo curled up into a ball, breathing softly and with the same pattern of a sleeping man. He was already asleep. Gojyo sighed and took a cigarette from his pocket. “And he doesn’t even smoke when he’s done. What a god damn shame.” He lit his cigarette and placed the carton back in his pocket. “I guess I owe him twenty thousand yen after all.”