To Catch a Kitten

Title: To Catch a Kitten – Chapter 4
Fandom: Weiss Kruez/Saiyuki
Pairing: Sanzo/Yohji/Sanzo
AN: So…I wrote this before I wrote chapter three (Hakkai/Omi). Shocking right? Well, I got sick and didn’t have much of a need to write slow sex so…wrote something a little fast.

This is what you get, so, really, enjoy! Tell me what you guys think! Please. *nibbles*


Walking into his small apartment above the Konoko, Yohji raised an eyebrow at finding Sanzo sitting on his couch and rolled his cigarette in his mouth, the smoke curling slowly around his head.

“So, where’s Gojyo?” Yohji drawled in greeting as he slowly looked over the priests body and outfit. The lighter blond was wearing a rather soft sweater, one he knew for a fact was Ayas and a pair of jeans that encased the long legs tightly.

“I told him to go stalk, Ran-san,” Sanzo replied after a few moments, blind hair falling into what Yohji would and did call leering eyes. That was something that the lanky blond could never really figure out. In the last three weeks that the four had been here, they had called ‘Aya’ Ran, stating that they didn’t call someone a name that wasn’t theirs.

“Oh? Thought you were after Ayan,” Yohji said as he slipped off his shoes. “Figured you two would end up in bed like the chibi and Hakkai did. You, after all, keep hanging out with him,” he continued, moving to flop into his favorite recliner, stretching his legs out in front of him. Tapping his cigarette into the ash tray, he watched with lazy eyes as Sazo placed two sake saucers onto the table between them before grabbing a sake bottle from a little pot of hot water. Drying it off with a small napkin, Sanzo shook his head before popping the top.

“I’m not interested in him. My tastes run along different lines. When I want to relax, I don’t want another person who is as stiff as I am,” Sanzo explained, pouring sake into the dishes. “He makes a nice friend. He lets me meditate without feeling the urge to talk or bother me in some way on top of that.”

Handing Yohji a saucer of sake, he settled back and sipped the high quality sake Aya had give him along with advice on how to pin the play boy into place long enough to mark him with out scaring him away. Running his own eyes over Yohjis slim body, taking in the sinfully tight pants and belly shirt, he shifted in his seat slightly. Waiting for Yohji to say what he wanted to say, he sipped at his sake slowly, taking his time in enjoying it.

“So, why are you doing this?” Yohji finally asked, swirling his own sake around in the dish. Sighing, the priest put his own dish aside and stubbed out his cigarette with a smile.

“I know that you have seen what happens to Sanzo priests who kill or purify youkai,” the darker blond finally said, leaning forward on his knees, fingers lacing together.

“They take on the instincts of the youkai, instead of actually turning into one, kinda like what Hakkai did, right?” Yohji asked, watching Sanzo nod with a smirk. “So, what are your instincts telling you now?”

“To claim my mate,” Sanzo drawled, watching Yohjis eyes darken. Aya had been right when he told him that the truth would work best with the lanky assassin.

“I see. So I’m the one your instincts have stated that is your mate?” Yohji asked after a few moments of thought, smirking as he stubbed out his own cigarette and finished off his sake. Sanzo nodded with a smirk, standing up with his hands in his pockets.

“That’s correct. So what are you gonna do about it?” the priest purred as his eyes flashed in challenge. Yohji smirked and stood up, and stalked towards the other, crossing the few feet between them easily.

“Well, I think I’m gonna let you have your way with me before I have my way with you,” he purred, pressing against the strong body, one hand sneaking under Sanzos sweater, feeling warm, smooth skin under his wire calloused fingers. Sanzo purred and tugged the other man close, walking backwards towards Yohjis room, slipping through the doorway. Smirking as the playboy closed behind them, he easily turned them around and pushed the other onto the bed.

Watching the lanky body bounce on the big bed, Sanzo pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side. As green eyes trailed over his pale skin, he reached down and flicked his jeans open.

“I suggest you strip. I am not going to wait very long before I decide to shred your clothes,” he warned, smirking some more as Yohji scrambled to pull off shoes, shirt and socks off, tossing them in the general direct of his clothes hamper. The long body was a wonderfully light toffee color, making Sanzo drool as he drew his zipper down slowly. Watching Yohji sprawl out, he tugged off his pants and kicked them aside, standing in front of the other, letting the assassin trail his eyes over his body.

Smirking, Sanzo slinked up the bed slowly, body moving in such a way that Yohji felt distinctly like prey. Mentally shaking the feeling off, he looked back to the other and flopped back onto the bed, long legs spreading as Sanzo moved between them. Feeling the strong body press down onto his, Yohji moaned quietly, weaving his arms around the other mans neck, pulling him down.

“So what are you planning to do to me, you big bad priest?” the blond teased, eyes bright as he wiggled a bit in place, pressing his hips upwards. Groaning as their cocks rubbed together, he watched through hazy eyes, loving the way Sanzos eyes darkened and his lips pulled back in a snarl of pleasure. It was undeniably hot and made his cock twitch at the sight. The other was going to drive him insane with need, Yohji just knew it.

“I plan on fucking you until you’re raw and begging for more,” Sanzo finally purred, shifting to dig around the others bedside drawer to find a tube of lube. “Once I have you, I am never letting you go. You won’t take another to your bed; you’ll be mine and no one else. If someone touches you they will die,” Sanzo warned the other man, eyes narrowed as he dropped the bottle onto the bed.

“I figured as much. I don’t cheat on the ones I’m with,” Yohji promised with a smile. Spreading his legs wider and pulling them towards his sides, he exposed himself to his lover with a purr. “So how about you show me what I’m gonna get for the rest of our long lives?”

“Our very long lives,” Sanzo promised, uncapping the bottle with a smirk. Slicking his fingers, he reached down and shoved a finger straight into his lovers’ body easily. Purring, his eyes flashing, Sanzo loved the surprised moan the move got, just letting his finger rest inside of the other, allowing Yohji to adjust. Dragging his finger out slowly, he pressed it back in at the same pace, smirking as Yohji moaned lowly and his lean hips pressed upwards to take the finger in deeper.

Sliding a second finger in, knowing that Yohji would be able to handle it, Sanzo worked them in and out of the tight entrance. Leaning down, he lapped at a nipple, purring as it budded so nicely for him. Moving to nibble on the other one, Sanzo slipped a third finger into the easily accepting body, spreading them to open Yohji up even more. The assassin was hot and tight around his fingers, making him growl against the nipple he was teasing.

Long fingers buried themselves into his thick blond hair, tugging him up into a desperate kiss. Dominating the begging lips easily, Sanzo pumped his fingers in and out a few more times before sliding them out and pulling his lips away from Yohjis, he panted harshly along with his mate. Picking up the bottle of lube, Sanzo once more slicked his hand, warming the liquid up between his hands. Reaching down, he slid his hand over his prick to coat it in the slick.

Hissing at the touch, he let his eyes go half lidded as he made sure he was completely coated. Running his dry hand over Yohjis thigh, he moved the leg to where he wanted it, resting over his shoulder. Guiding himself to the stretched hold, Sanzo rubbed against the fluttering ring before pressing lightly against it. Smirking at the growled moan, he pressed forward until the head of his prick slid in, the ring streatching and then pressing around it.

Groaning, he stopped for a few moments, Yohji writing underneath him, Sanzo started to move forward again, sinking into tight, hot heat. The other, he knew, was no virgin to men, but it damn well felt like it. Tight and hot, Yohji fluttered just right around him, making his eyes close and his head drop back. Stopping again, he rolled his hips, groaning at the yelp of pleasure the move got him. He had nailed the blonds’ sweet spot.

Pulling out as he drew Yohjis’ other leg up, Sanzo rammed back in, drawing a pleasured scream out of his lover. Knowing the other was in no pain, Sanzo started a fast, hard pace, making sure to hit the bundle of nerves with each thrust. Yohji was quickly reduced to babbling, and soft begging to cum, to find his peak and to feel Sanzos.

“Yohji,” Sanzo groaned, rolling his hips at the end of a hard thrust. “Gods,” he breathed, eyes drinking in the lanky body greedily. Leaning forward again, he brush their lips together as his hips continued to move hard. The friction between them made him growl before he reached down and pressed on Yohjis bouncing cock, rubbing it lightly as one finger toyed with the slit.

Smirking at the near scream and the feel of slick heat against his hand as the body around him tightened, Sanzo shifted and bit down hard on the exposed neck. Tasting blood, sweet and tangy with a slight coppery taste to it, Sanzo shivered at the surprised yelp and flooded his mates’ body with his cum, feeling it leak out around his cock. Rocking his hips a few more times, the priest slowly pulled away and licked his lips slowly as Yohji gazed back up at him with glazed eyes.

“Yummy,” he purred, laughing lightly at the teasing, sleepy look he got in return.

“Just had to nibble on my neck right? You know I’m gonna get teased about that for years now,” Yohji teased, quite content to still be bent in half.

“Yeah, needed to taste,” Sanzo purred as he sat up, teasing the other in return as he let Yohjis legs fall to the side as he moved. Slowly pulling out with a wet pop, he smirked even more as he watched his cum slip out of Yohjis stretched hole. “Ah, now that’s a rather nice sight,” he hummed, moving to lay down and pull Yohji close, watching the mark start to scar smugly.

Yohji took the time to steal a cigarette from Sanzos pack, one of three that he had tucked away earlier that evening.

“So, I take it that after all this is done…” Yohji trailed off, raising an eyebrow as smoke curled around them.

“The four of you will be coming with us or we’ll be staying here and will be left alone. Occasional mission yes, but you will be left to live your lives as you want. We…will have gotten our rewards for doing a good job,” Sanzo told him, running his fingers through soft, sweat slick hair. “Ran-san will be allowed to keep the shop and the rest of you will be brought out if you want to leave.”

“Ah, so basically, we’ll be free with occasional times to go fight right?” Yohji asked, getting a nod before shrugging. “I can do that.”


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