The Recommendation

Disclaimer: I don\'t own Saiyuki, just borrowing the boys for a little bit.

The Recommendation

Show me something
Thought I could make it end
Thought I could wash the stains away
Thought I could break the circle if I
Slipped right into your skin
So sweet was your surrender
We have become one
I have become my terror
And you my precious lamb and martyr.
\'Prison Sex\' -- Tool


You should try Gojyo sometime, he had suggested. And Sanzo had snorted at the very idea of it.

Why? Everyone else has already had him first.

Hakkai laughed softly, rolling over in the darkness with a rustle of sheets.

Take my suggestion sometime. You won\'t regret it.

That was the conversation that started it all. The one that eventually led the priest down the darkened hallway and through the door into Gojyo\'s room, where the kappa draped himself over the bed beneath a sliver of moonlight. He leaned in the doorframe, wrestling with himself inwardly. To actually wake Gojyo, or just not bother and tell Hakkai he wasn\'t interested, that was the question.

Perhaps it was just the way that Gojyo slept, like some sort of hedonistic demon in quiet repose after exhausting himself in another round of debauchery. It disgusted Sanzo, and intrigued him all the same.

He stepped away from the doorframe, footfalls loud only for the fact that everything else was so perfectly still and silent. Gojyo didn\'t even move, not until the priest\'s weight settled against the edge of the bed. Then those crimson eyes cracked open, staring at him as if he\'d been expecting this late night escapade. Did Hakkai warn him ahead of time? Sanzo\'s eyes narrowed at the thought, reaching out with a hand to grasp the back of that sultry head and jerk him up till the two were face to face.

It was satisfying just to see the surprise there, startled at the sudden nature of the priest\'s actions. So the kappa let Hakkai set this little game up, did he? Violet eyes stared into crimson for a long moment, watching them lid over partially, the initial shock wearing off and melting away. He wanted to see it again.

Gojyo\'s breath came out awkwardly as Sanzo jerked his head back by pulling on that fistful of blood red hair, enough to expose the column of his throat to the priest\'s mouth and tongue, exploring those contours casually. Gojyo\'s hand went back instinctively to give himself leverage, head drawn back far enough that he could see the ceiling of the little inn room and its dusty rafters. Sanzo spared him no mercy, biting down on the curve above his collarbone and sucking hard enough to bruise, leaving it bright red initially, like blood. Gojyo had gone to sleep without a night shirt, it seemed, and that lended to Sanzo\'s already suspicious thoughts.

It took only a brief swipe of his hand to steal Gojyo\'s precarious position and send him sprawling back onto the bed again. And Sanzo was over him in an instant, pinning both his wrists against the mattress. The sheet curled down far enough to reveal that the kappa wasn\'t wearing anything at all. \"Hn,\" he grunted, \"So you two planned this, did you? Don\'t forget, you asked for it.\"

Gojyo\'s lips parted, that sultry smile back on his face all over again. He was going to retort, except that his chance was lost when Sanzo\'s mouth covered and claimed his, as sudden and violently as a bullet from his banishing gun, denying the kappa any rights to speak or act. But Gojyo wasn\'t one to simply give in without a fight and his mouth came alive, head lifting to press into the kiss even as both his wrists were still pinned down. He stirred beneath the sheets, legs suddenly wrapping around the priest to draw him inwards.

And Sanzo decided then and there that he was going to have to be a little more forceful with the kappa, and also that he disliked the layers of clothing and bedsheets that separated them. Straddling Gojyo\'s lap, he broke the kiss and kept his grip tight as he lifted the kappa up abruptly, twisting them to the point that he heard a hiss of pain escape those sultry lips. It satisfied him to see that smile wiped away, the gleam of teeth biting against lips to keep back a cry of pain. He shifted to the side, pulling Gojyo around forcefully land then downward, leaving his face against the mattress with both his wrists now pinned behind his back. The twist in positions left him in an awkward one, having to grunt to move so he was straddling Gojyo again, tossing his head to get rid of the gold hair blocking his vision.

Gojyo lay still beneath him, crimson hair curtaining his features, save for where his breath escaped his mouth in little puffs. Sanzo appraised the situation in the moonlight, already sensing that his robe had fallen off one shoulder, which he encouraged with a shifting of his arm. He finally released the kappa\'s wrists, placing a knee at his back instead to hold him down. There was no need to speak, no desire to tell Gojyo not to move. It was conveyed well enough already. It gave him the opportunity to pull away the cream colored robe and black suit beneath. Gojyo was given a brief respite as he tugged it off completely, letting it fall to the floor by the bed with a wisp of fabric. But before the kappa could even think about moving, having just enough time to reach up and brush aside that tide of blood red hair, Sanzo returned that knee to the middle of his back and pressing down till he could feel the columns of his spine against his shin.

There was something violently satisfying about feeling vertebrae creak in protest. Gojyo\'s gasps were short, breathing difficult while being pressed down so hard against the mattress. His fingers curled around the sheets. Sanzo watched him idly, deciding just how he wanted to take the kappa, how badly to hurt him. He\'d seen him come out of Hakkai\'s room on occasion, leaving a host of bruises on the swindler\'s neck and shoulders. They liked rough play, but Sanzo had always taken it easy on Hakkai. Gojyo, he ohe other hand, was another story all together. For a moment, he wished he had his gun, just to run it up along the kappa\'s spine and level it against the back of his head.

He\'d have to remember that for next time.

He never used the bottle of oil left on the nightstand by the bed. Violet eyes glanced over it briefly and dismissed it. The plan would not go quite as precisely as they wanted. Sanzo made it his lifelong goal to thwart anyone\'s attempts to lead him around by the nose. He withdrew his knee and let Gojyo up again, enough to breathe, twisting torso and head to turn those crimson eyes toward the priest warily. Sanzo grasped the kappa\'s hips tightly, pulling him up and back so abruptly that Gojyo\'s face nearly fell right back against the mattress.

\"Sanzo--\" he started, quickly getting onto his elbows again as he looked over a shoulder, one eye nearly curtained off by crimson hair. He knew what was coming, what the priest intended to do and realized in that last moment that there was nothing he could do about it other than brace himself for the inevitable.

Sanzo plunged straight in, gritting teeth against the tightness of Gojyo\'s passage, and the lack of lubrication to make it a smooth transition. Gojyo could only cry out with a muted sound, head dropping downward as his back arched painfully, arms straining to push backwards as the priest continued his brutal invasion. He knew it had to hurt, and he wanted it to, hands gripping the kappa\'s hips so tightly he could feel the bones grinding beneath his fingers. With a satisfied grunt, he paused for a moment after seating himself fully into Gojyo\'s body, watching the way his muscles moved along his back just in the simple gesture of breathing heavily. Would he curse this decision? This curiosity, this little deal with a lying swindler? Sanzo held still, reaching out to run a hand along that beautiful spine, feeling the shiver of heated flesh beneath his fingers.

It was time to teach the perverted kappa a little lesson. There always was a part of him, deep inside, that was unrestrained, brutal and bloody. He\'d only really shown this while they battled the assassins and youkai sent to destroy them, stop them, steal the Maten, or just get in the way of their journey. His journey. Hakkai had seen this side of him only once in the bedroom, and Sanzo had been careful never to show it again.was was a daily struggle just to reign in his brutality, leaving hints of it dropped in harsh comments and a very thin patience.

There was no need to restrain himself, now, and he unleashed that inner rage on Gojyo\'s prone form. The tempo of his thrusts became a frenzied beat almost immediately, Gojyo\'s movements not even registering as his brain simply shut down, body acting on autopilot instinct. The kappa had his own tricks up his sleeve, not only managing to somehow keep up with Sanzo\'s pace, but to angle himself so perfectly that it simply drew Sanzo in to the hilt with nearly ever hit. Their breathing came in erratic gasps and Gojyo couldn\'t help but call out the priest\'s name. The pressure in his groin wouldn\'t be denied much longer, but he was not about to let it go, not yet. Not when the kappa was still groaning beneath him, grinding back against his hips. It would be like admitting defeat, after holding the lead for so long.

Gojyo came with a sudden cry, louder than anything he\'d uttered so far. He\'d managed to wrap a hand around his own throbbing sex and bring himself to climax. Sanzo couldn\'t take it anymore, not when feeling the muscles surrounding his hardon twitch and undulate, milking him into a final, last thrust before he spilled his seed as deep into Gojyo\'s body as he possibly could, arching over the half-youkai\'s back in the process.

They collapsed together, onto the bed, Sanzo\'s face ending up against a sweaty shoulder blade. Damp crimson hair clung there, some of it then finding purchase against his lips as he simply lay still, breathing in deeply while willing his heart to stop racing at such a terrible pace. Gojyo shifted, turning his head to the side so he wasn\'t suffocating in the sheets again. His arm twisted, fingers brushing aside his own hair, and some of Sanzo\'s as well. Gold and red mingled together like the colors of sunset. Or perhaps sunrise.

\"Cigarette?\" the half-youkai offered. Sanzo grunted in reply, setting palms against either side of the kappa\'s naked form before pushing himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. \"Suit yourself, I\'m having one.\"

Actually, his body suddenly craved nicotine like never before, and so he held his hand out wordlessly. Gojyo obliged without further comment, setting the offered cancer stick into his palm. Lighting his own first, he then held the lighter up to Sanzo. All of it without bothering to move much from where he lay sprawled on the bed.

Sanzo took a long drag off his cigarette, exhaling a stream of smoke to evaporate into the air. The room seemed so deathly quiet, and he wondered idly if Hakkai had heard them at all and if he were smiling to himself on a plan well executed. Bastard. He\'d have to get him back later.

\"Don\'t think this will be a regular thing,\" the priest warned. To his surprise, Gojyo laughed.

\"So it\'ll be irregular then. I think I can live with that.\"

Sanzo grunted again, but didn\'t bother denying it. He\'d liked it, and felt no reason to be ashamed of it. Hakkai required a certain gentleness that wasn\'t remotely necessary with Gojyo. There was some respite in that, even if he didn\'t even want to think about it right then.

He got up instead, fishing around for his clothing. \"We\'re leaving on time in the morning. No complaining.\"

Gojyo rolled over, looking like the cat who\'d not only swallowed the canary but gotten away with it, breathing out another wreath of smoke. Sanzo found himself idly wondering what else he could do with that mouth of his, and hastily climbed back into his robes as distraction. \"Next time, use the lube then, you bastard monk.\"

Sanzo snorted in reply, crushing out the remainder of his cigarette on the bedpost, since he didn\'t feel like finding where Gojyo hid the ashtray. \"Get used to sex without it, then.\"

And without another word, he left the room, closing the door behind him before Gojyo could even reply.