Coming Out

Sanzo had been so quiet since the admission to Gojyo, they had hit the next town without argument and even Goku hadn’t whined too much. When they got their rooms sorted out at the next place Hakkai looked at Gojyo annoyed, when the monk put him with Goku. Goku was happy. Hakkai was easy to get on with but it was a quiet and very powerful statement that Gojyo was now in a non-existent relationship play. He knew the redhead wouldn’t like it either.

“I always crash with ‘kai…” Gojyo looked at him.

“Well we’re changing it.” Sanzo stormed upstairs and left the three blankly staring at the space he had been in.

“I think you should try and talk to him.” Hakkai said softly to Gojyo. “Tell him what you like and don’t, maybe…”

“Maybe nothing.” Gojyo looked at him and sighed. “If I had to make a choice… it wouldn’t be him.” And with that the redhead followed Sanzo upstairs.

Goku looked at Hakkai, the monkey king said little about these things, rarely showing his age or any wisdom. This time he took Hakkai’s hand gently and led him out to find something to eat and drink. He had no desire to hear the argument that was likely going to come out of their room.

“For Fuck’s sake Sanzo,” Gojyo slammed the door, the monk looked around, “don’t you DARE make Hakkai feel guilty, he has enough of that on his freaking plate already.”

“Him guilty?” Sanzo looked at the redhead, one shot… one shot to his temple and none of this would exist. “I told you I want you…”

“I do not want you.” Gojyo growled at him, when he was frustrated or mad his demon side could really show. Sanzo stepped back, eyes wide. Gojyo sighed, he looked down. “Shit man that was too harsh.”

Sanzo stood by the door as Gojyo sat down and lit up a smoke, he hadn’t meant to be brutal either. Truth was he kinda liked the guy but he knew Sanzo was going to expect more, and he couldn’t give him that. The casual set up with Hakkai was perfect but this was getting too much.

Gojyo looked up at him, Sanzo’s purple eyes for once didn’t look harsh, his age showed through them, the innocence that was lost when blood was shed were worn into the stern face. Sanzo slid forwards and looked at him, curious about why they couldn’t even talk anymore. He wished he’d never kissed him and he closed his eyes, no wait that was wrong, he wished he’d had more.

“You’re so fucking curious but I don’t get why.” Gojyo whispered he pulled him closer. “So just once… I’ll give you what you want. It ends here.” Sanzo nodded, why did he feel like crying? He’d lost something he’d never had and yet here he was soaking up the miniscule attention he was about to get. “I’m not anyone’s lover get that?”

Sanzo nodded again, he didn’t care, his hands went to Gojyo’s shirt, their kisses came together nervously at first but soon Gojyo’s tongue was in his mouth. Sanzo kissed him back, deep and assured that the feeling was as good as he had expected. He wanted him, his body pressed against the half-demon, lips parted and eyes closed. Gojyo was surprised to feel the control relinquished to him, his hand ran inside the cream robes, over his well-toned chest.

Gojyo’s practised hands were all over him, his hand grasping against his cock and stroking over his trousers. He was impressed with what he found underneath, he had to admit that much, Sanzo was a good size and as he swelled the redheads’ hands slid inside and pulled him to the air.

“Mmm nice.” Gojyo muttered, his fingers brushing up and down over the prominent vein and watching as clear liquid formed on his slit. “Do you play with yourself?” Sanzo’s cheeks flushed, it was a very personal question. “Well? I’m not playing with you if you don’t know what you like…”

Meekly Sanzo nodded, yes he did, he thought of the redhead or Hakkai too and he would close his eyes imagining it was one of them. Gojyo smirked when he nodded and his fingers curled around his shaft, just under the head of his cock where he would be most sensitive and stroked him. Sanzo gasped, the feeling of someone else on him sent a shiver down his spine, his balls ached already and he almost yelled out a no, it couldn’t stop now, not so quickly.

Gojyo slowed down, the familiar hot throb under his hand felt good but not yet, he tugged Sanzo’s balls, stopping the welling feeling and leant up, kissing him again. Sanzo didn’t care about how desperate he looked now, his tongue played around in the other man’s mouth, his hips swaying back and forth. There was a light sheen of sweat and all he could think of was, gods, this is it… what I want.

Gojyo’s groan signified that he was going to end up impatient and frustrated even having the blond by him. Sanzo looked down at him from his elevated lap position; he bit his lower lip, would Gojyo fuck him? Part of him wanted him too, break that last taboo and hand himself over but Gojyo wanted no claim to him. Gojyo kissed down along his neck, shifting so that he could run his fingers across the monk’s virgin ass, he shuddered, and the idea of being the first in him was very alluring.

His fingers teased around the tight hole, Sanzo jumped a little then realising that he was only brushing around him he relaxed. It felt good, being teased, touched and manipulated by the hand around his heated organ. Gojyo’s own cock was hard, heavy and ready but not for him, certainly not like this. He shifted again, his finger pushing to the entrance, resting in a threat to violate him and Sanzo groaned, pre-cum was now dribbling over the delicate fingers around him, he was getting too aroused to hold back.

“Cover me then.” Gojyo’s husky voice demanded.

Sanzo’s hands were on his shoulders, his hips bucked as the pace increased and Gojyo’s thumb teased over his slit. When he came small spurts of his white fluid fell over the hand pumping him, throbbing inside the closed grasp. It was too much, and at the same time not nearly enough. He panted; the violet orbs opened and looked at the redhead. He was missing so much and he knew it now.

“I want you.” Sanzo whispered, pulling free and going to the bathroom, ‘why the hell can’t you want me too?’ He almost whimpered it out but he had some pride, he shut the bathroom door and turned on the shower.

“I want you both.” Gojyo grumbled to himself. “But at the same time… I’m really not the kind to give up to either of you, I know I can’t stay faithful.” He lit up a smoke having cleaned up his hands, waiting for his erection to die down he wondered, what would both of them make of being his lover. Suddenly Gojyo stifled a laugh, gods that would be something…