First and Last

Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki or the characters herein, blah, blah, blah. They belong to Kazuya Minekura; if I could, I would like to rent her brain for a day. XD
Anyway, you saw all the labels in the description; consider yourself forewarned.

a/n 3/24: just made some minor edits what needed doin\'. DOn\'t mind me.

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Genjo Sanzo\'s head hit the wall and he clenched his teeth, a hiss of pain escaping past them. His face felt hot, but whether the flush was from anger or the alcohol he\'d imbibed that evening made no difference. Right now there were more important things concerning him.

There was a lot the hanyou bastard had done in the past that seriously toed the lines of Sanzo\'s patience and restraint. But now Sanzo was certain the kappa had a death wish. This was beyond any lines; this was inexcusable. Sanzo glared up at the red eyes hovering mere inches away from him. A sneer twisted his lip as he pushed against the hands gripping his bare shoulders.

This was rediculous! Sanzo was furious for even allowing himself to get in this position. It never would have happened had he been in the proper state of mind. As it was, after four days on the road Sanzo had been ready for a bath, a warm bed, and one hell of a bender. He hated drinking at inn bars; hated having to insist that yes, the High Priest did want the liquor he ordered; hated enduring the leers and adoring stares of the regulars in these backwater holes.

But Sanzo also hated drinking alone. It struck him as more than a little pathetic. Yet his choice of drinking companions was extremely limited. Hakkai, he knew, didn\'t get any real pleasure from alcohol, so he never pushed it. As for Goku, well, the idea of getting that stupid monkey drunk was laughable at best, if not downright disturbing. So the only option left to Sanzo was, of course, Gojyo. He didn\'t mind usually; it seemed the hanyou\'s only useful contribution to the group was to serve as Sanzo\'s drinking buddy or to share a smoke. Actually, Sanzo wouldn\'t mind admitting Gojyo could be an almost decent person, if he would stop being such an arrogant brat and give up constantly chasing tail.

Chasing tail. That was the problem now. Sanzo was still surprised how quickly things had happened. One moment they had been in Gojyo\'s room - Sanzo could have danced when he\'d heard the inn had open singles - they had been matching each other\'s pace as usual, each with a full fifth under their belts and working on seconds. Sanzo had gone to the bathroom to relieve himself. It had been when he walked out that things went to shit.

\"What the fuck do you think you\'re doing, Gojyo?\" Sanzo growled through his teeth, trying to ignore the pure lust lighting the eyes staring back at him. He was painfully conscious of the fact that he had left his gun on the table across the room. He didn\'t even have the Maten Sutra with him, if only for the fact that alcohol always made Sanzo overly warm and he had stripped his robes off to his waist. Sanzo felt even more uncomfortable as Gojyo grinned, realizing the only thing between his upper body and the drunk kappa was a skin-tight shirt that probably wasn\'t helping anything.

Sanzo was going to kill Gojyo as soon as he got free of this stupid kappa\'s hold. He pushed against the hands on his shoulders, but only succeeded in closing the gap between their bodies. Gojyo seized the opportunity and crushed his lips against Sanzo\'s.

The priest\'s eyes went wide and he gasped involuntarily, only allowing Gojyo\'s tongue entrance to his mouth. For a moment Sanzo felt utterly confused, as a shock ran up his spine. Gojyo tasted like cigarettes that weren\'t his brand, and rum and tequila - a stark contrast to Sanzo\'s usual whiskey, and for a moment he thought the taste felt good.

Sanzo snapped his teeth together as he came back to himself, catching Gojyo\'s tongue between them. Gojyo jerked back and bit Sanzo\'s lower lip hard. He knew he should have just kneed the insolent hanyou in the groin then, but his hips jerked in response to the pain and Sanzo hated his body for it. He could feel the kappa\'s smirk against his mouth and glared up through slitted eyes as Gojyo pulled away.

\"I - am a fucking - priest, goddammit!\" Sanzo hissed. He hated the way the other man simply smirked, as if he was so clever and had this all worked out.

\"You could have fooled me,\" Gojyo replied, sliding his grip off Sanzo\'s shoulders to his upper arms. His hands kept going, taking fabric with them as they moved down the priest\'s arms to clasp his wrists. Sanzo squirmed; there was no way he was allowing himself to be undressed like another one of the filthy kappa\'s cheap sluts. Not without a fight at least.

Gojyo leaned in for another kiss and Sanzo spat in his face, sneering a bit at this minor win. \"Don\'t get so cocky,\" Gojyo warned playfully. He moved so quickly Sanzo couldn\'t help but gasp in surprise. In an instant his arms were over his head, wrists held together under one of Gojyo\'s large hands, and he was crushed between the wall and the hanyou\'s body. There was a sharp pressure at the back of his neck as Gojyo wrenched the collar of his shirt down, tearing it. Sanzo let out a short cry despite himself when Gojyo\'s teeth found his neck. As much as it bruised his ego to admit, Sanzo couldn\'t deny the thrill that came with this sudden loss of control. Gojyo\'s tongue slid up his neck, a knee nudged gently between his legs, and Sanzo turned his head sideways, trying to hide the flush that had nothing to do with liquor or rage. Unfortunately, it didn\'t seem to work.

\"So you do like it!\" Gojyo, that smug grin plastered on his face. Sanzo glared at him, searching for something, anything, to deter the houyou.

\"Who said anything about that?\" he said shakily, inwardly wincing at the weakness in both the comeback and the voice which spoke the words. He tried to twist out of Gojyo\'s grip, stopping suddenly and fighting back another gasp as a tingling brush reminded him of the knee between his legs.

Sanzo didn\'t know what to do and he hated it. He was torn between disgust that the kappa had the nerve to try something like this, and his body\'s base need for just this touch. He had never allowed anyone to touch him this way before; casual touching alone was kept to a bare minimum with him. The alcohol, it had to be the alcohol. If Sanzo were sober there wouldn\'t have been any of this second guessing; Gojyo would have gained a bullet between the eyes long before things could have gone this far.

Sanzo jumped slightly as Gojyo\'s lips touched his own again, gentler than before. He felt the hanyou\'s free hand trailing down his torso. Gojyo\'s thumb found the sore spot in his back that always bothered Sanzo and the priest groaned against the other man\'s mouth as he rubbed it. Gojyo grinned again at the reaction his actions were illiciting, licking the man\'s lower lip, and Sanzo lost the will to fight him any longer. With a small sigh he allowed Gojyo to deepen the kiss, once again tasting foreign cigarettes and liquor that was sweeter than he was used to. Sanzo was unsure what to do now that he was allowing this - a part of him still screamed furiously that he was allowing this - and he responded timidly as Gojyo\'s tongue slid over his own, sending shocks through his body. The hanyou risked releasing his wrists to trace his other hand down the priest\'s chest. Both hands found the other man\'s hips and pulled them closer, rocking his own accordingly. Sanzo broke their kiss with a small gasp, feeling something press into his thigh. He looked down to avoid the inevitable smirk that crossed the kappa\'s features.

\"Don\'t tell me this is your first time?\" Gojyo crowed and Sanzo cursed his shaking body for giving him away. Just like a fucking girl, he thought furiously, grinding his teeth.

\"What the fuck did you expect, asshole?\" he snapped. \"I am a fucking priest!\"

Gojyo leaned closer, nuzzling his neck. \"Not a very good one then, are you?\" he taunted, his warm breath sending shivers down Sanzo\'s spine. It irked him, how cocky this bastard could be, even though the little bites he spread over Sanzo\'s neck served only to increase the heat gathering in the pit of his stomach and between his legs.

\"Are you sure this is okay?\" Gojyo asked carefully, nibbling Sanzo\'s earlobe playfully. Sanzo clenched his teeth at the kappa\'s presumption. A large part of him wanted to just knee him in the groin and go for the gun now, but he settled on twisting his fingers in the kappa\'s long red hair and wrenching his head back.

\"Don\'t be a fucking cocktease,\" he growled, crushing his lips to Gojyo\'s. He thrust his hips against the other\'s, this time with something to grind against the insistent pressure at his thigh. Again he felt that irritating little grin as he let Gojyo\'s tongue invade his mouth. Their tongues wrapped around each other and Sanzo felt the hands on his back tugging at the hem of his shirt. He released Gojyo\'s hair to grip the front of his shirt, pulling the hanyou closer. Warm hands touched bare skin at his waist and Sanzo broke their kiss with a hiss, burying his face in the curve of Gojyo\'s neck. The kappa\'s hands began a slow path up Sanzo\'s sides, taking his shirt with them and revealing more skin. Sanzo bit his lip, tugging down on Gojyo\'s shirt, as the touch sent shivers down his spine.

There was still a small part of him that insisted on fighting. He didn\'t want this; how could he want this? If he weren\'t drunk he would never let this happen, never want to be touched like this, never oblige as Gojyo slipped his shirt over his head and off completely. Sanzo gasped as Gojyo leaned closer to nibble his collarbone, holding him between both hands, thumbs rubbing his nipples. He had to bite back a groan as the hanyou\'s mouth moved lower, finding one of the hardened nubs he had aroused and nipping at it. A tingling sensation rushed through Sanzo and the heat between his legs pulsed. He tilted his head back against the wall, panting softly as Gojyo\'s mouth worked on his nipples. Hands were moving over his hips, twisting and hiking up the robes pooled there, squeezing his backside with a sensation that made Sanzo\'s hips jerk. He moaned behind closed lips as Gojyo massaged his butt through the layers of his clothes, still trailing kisses over his chest. With a sudden cry Sanzo jumped back and flattened himself against the wall, away from the hand that had slipped between his legs.

Gojyo straightened and looked down at the priest with a mixture of disappointment and amusement. The other man looked up at him accusingly and the latter emotion gained hold. With a smirk he knew would piss off Sanzo, he leaned down to kiss the priest briefly before turning his face into the man\'s neck.

\"You\'re fucking hard,\" Gojyo informed, pressing Sanzo\'s body between him and the wall. The priest shuddered as Gojyo rolled his hips to grind his erection against his own.

\"Fuck...off,\" Sanzo tried to hiss, annoyed by how weak his voice came out. The heat between his legs ached.

\"Fuck you too,\" Gojyo sneered mockingly, pulling away. He grinned ever wider at the small whimper that escaped the other man\'s lips. \"You know you fucking want it!\" he declared triumphantly. \"C\'mere.\"

The kappa seized the robes that hung from his waist and pulled Sanzo away from the wall. He held their bodies together with an arm wrapped around Sanzo\'s back, kissing him to distract him from the other hand pawing through his robes. After a moment, Gojyo found what he was searching for, and with a tug the knot in Sanzo\'s belt gave way, releasing the folds of cloth to fall to the floor. Sanzo drew back, uncomfortable to be in only his jeans. Gojyo noticed appreciatively the bulge coming through the front of these pants and pulled the priest back to him, determined to get them further from the wall and closer to the bed. One hand slipped behind Sanzo\'s neck and he leaned in to kiss his throat, his other hand trailing down his stomach. Sanzo didn\'t recoil the second time Gojyo\'s hand covered his erection, instead dropping his head against the hanyou\'s shoulder with a deep groan as waves of pleasure pulsed through him. His hand only moved up the length of this bulge once, tauntingly, before Gojyo hooked his thumb in one of the loops on Sanzo\'s pants. His other hand slid down the priest\'s arm to clasp his wrist, luring him forward with short, teasing kisses. Sanzo barely noticed Gojyo backstepping as he tried to catch the hanyou\'s mouth, which kept licking and nipping lightly at his lips. He felt like he would punch the kappa out of frustration if he kept this up much longer.

Suddenly, Gojyo swung him around by the waist of his pants and knocked him over. Sanzo shouted in surprise as he fell, his back hitting a soft mattress moments later. He pushed himself up on the bed, glaring furiously up at the grinning kappa. He was definitely going to punch that bastard now. Just as he raised his fist Gojyo fell onto him, one knee up on the bed, catching his wrist and kissing him roughly. Sanzo felt some of his rage slack as Gojyo\'s tongue explored his mouth, stroking his own so skillfully it made his scalp tingle.

\"Play nice now, Sanzo-sama,\" the hanyou grinned as he pulled away. Sanzo ground his teeth. \"You cocky fucking-\"

\"Shut up,\" Gojyo said shortly. Sanzo actually obeyed the command, surprised by the sudden hardness in the kappa\'s voice. For a moment they stared at each other, Sanzo seeing for the first time a sort of threat behind the lust burning in those red eyes. It occured to him that it was probably fortunate he had been so easily willing; there was no doubt now that the hanyou could easily overpower him if he wanted to.

Gojyo broke the tension with a lopsided smile. \"Ease up already,\" he chuckled lightly, leaning in to brush his lips along Sanzo\'s jaw. His hand traced down the man\'s torso, hitching at the waist of his jeans, then slowly tracing over the bulging cloth. Sanzo drew in a sharp gasp and his hips bucked underneath the touch. He twisted his hands in the sheets beneath him and bit his lower lip as Gojyo stroked him through his pants, writhing against the motion that sent shivers through his body.

\"Fuck,\" Gojyo laughed quietly. \"I expected you to be a virgin, but you act like you\'ve never even jerked off before.\"

Sanzo turned his head away at this, already flushed from the hanyou\'s treatment, and Gojyo raised an eyebrow. He chuckled again, one hand deftly maneuvering Sanzo\'s fly. \"No wonder you\'re such a pain in the ass.\"

Sanzo raised his head to snap at the kappa, but his eyes went wide as he felt his hand slip into his pants and wrap around his erection. He let out a long groan that trailed away to a small whimper as Gojyo stroked him, closing his eyes and barely noticing his pants being pulled down to better expose him. He panted, Gojyo\'s hand squeezing his head, his thumb rubbing the underside and making his whole body ache with lust. The houyou was kissing and nipping at his neck. He pressed his first two fingers into the priest\'s mouth and Sanzo began sucking on them unquestioningly, any excuse to stifle his moans.

\"Make sure to get them nice and wet,\" Gojyo muttered in his ear, tracing the curve of it with his tongue. Sanzo pulled his head back.

\"Why should I?\" he demanded, just to be contrary. He felt Gojyo smile into his neck.

\"Because it\'s for your own good, Sanzo-sama,\" the kappa replied, drawing his hand back. A moment later he felt pressure beneath him and Gojyo pushed his first finger deep inside Sanzo. The priest cried out, arching his back and jerking his hips against Gojyo. White heat rushed through him and Sanzo released suddenly with a gutteral groan.

Gojyo pulled back slightly, propping himself on one elbow and looking down at Sanzo inquisitively. His face was lit up with a mixture of shock and amusement as he stared at the sticky mess that had spread itself over Sanzo\'s stomach and his own hand. \"Damn,\" he chuckled, smiling stupidly. \"Didn\'t I tell you to calm down already?\"

Waves of intense pleasure were still washing over Sanzo, otherwise he really would have hit the kappa for that. His body was throbbing, his muscles twitching, a sensation which reminded him that Gojyo still had a finger inside him. Sanzo tried to pull away from this, wanted only to pass out and forget this had all happened, but it seemed the kappa wasn\'t about to let him.

\"Ah-ah, Sanzo,\" Gojyo grinned in a low voice, his free hand catching the priest\'s hip. \"Can\'t let you have all the fun.\" His hand trailed lower, brushing under Sanzo\'s thigh with a sensation that made the man gasp. Sanzo let out a groan that was both relief and disappointment as Gojyo pulled his finger out of him, again cursing the indecision between his mind and his body. He felt the one hand wiping up the semen that was already beginning to dry on his stomach, the other easing his knee up off the bed. Gojyo leaned in to kiss his neck, his finger sliding into the priest a second time, much easier with the aid of Sanzo\'s own cum. Sanzo\'s breath caught in his throat and he tried bringing his legs together quickly. The movement only succeeded in tightening the muscles around Gojyo\'s finger, sending shocks through him. Sanzo shuddered, throwing an arm around Gojyo\'s shoulders to hold him against himself as the kappa\'s finger withdrew again. This time it was replaced by a thumb which rubbed coaxingly at his entrance. Sanzo rocked against it, given over completely to lust. Gojyo\'s thumb was moving in small, slow circles, the tip occasionally penetrating Sanzo just barely, easing his muscles into relaxation. With a whine Sanzo felt two slick fingers slide into him, stretching him. He dug his nails into Gojyo\'s shoulder and twisted his fingers in long, red hair, pressing his forehead against the hanyou\'s chest and panting as his thumb rubbed along the soft skin below Sanzo\'s balls. The warmth was pooling again between his legs and Sanzo drew his other leg up, tilting his hips towards Gojyo. In response, the kappa scissored his fingers, stretching Sanzo further and drawing a groan from the priest as he pressed deeper.

In an instant Sanzo gasped sharply, jerking his hips as fingertip brushed against something that made lights flash behind his eyes. He released Gojyo\'s head and shoulder, hands grazing swiftly down the hanyou\'s chest before stopping at his pants. \"Hey, hey,\" Gojyo laughed in a low voice as Sanzo fumbled insistently with his fly. \"Settle down a bit, Sanzo-sama.\"

\"Quit being such a fucking tease and do it already!\" Sanzo replied huskily, grabbing Gojyo\'s face and kissing him aggressively. He felt the kappa\'s grin against his mouth, then broke the kiss with a short cry as Gojyo\'s fingers thrust into him. Gojyo dug around in his pockets and, upon finding what he sought, drew out of Sanzo slowly. Sanzo watched as Gojyo used both hands to slide quickly out of his pants and cast them aside. He leaned back on his knees and Sanzo felt a flush light his face as he stared at the length that was very obviously eager and ready to go.

\"You sure you\'re ready?\" Gojyo grinned smugly. Sanzo propped himself up on one elbow with a fierce look and his hand shot between Gojyo\'s legs, grabbing his cock a bit roughly.

\"Just do it, kappa!\" he growled, the heat between his legs throbbing in response to the small sound that escaped the hanyou\'s lips. Gojyo\'s suddenly shocked expression melted back into his usual grin and he leaned forward. Holding the small packet of lube he\'d recovered from his pocket between his teeth, he grabbed Sanzo\'s hips, dragging him closer until the priest\'s backside rested against his thighs. He wrapped Sanzo\'s legs around his waist and tore open the lube, spreading it over himself in slow strokes. Sanzo watched him hungrily. Gojyo\'s free hand gripped his hip and Sanzo finally closed his eyes as he felt a warm, hard pressure against his entrance.

A moment later his head dropped back and Sanzo let out a stangled cry as pain shot up his spine. His muscles burned as they stretched to accomodate the new intrusion. Gojyo stopped, wincing at the almost painful tightness around the head of his cock. Slowly, carefully, he shifted, leaning over Sanzo and pulling the priest\'s legs with him, so that his knees pressed against Gojyo\'s sides. The hanyou leaned forward on his elbows, burying his face in the curve of Sanzo\'s neck and kissing him softly.

\"Relax,\" he purred softly, answered only by Sanzo\'s short, fast gasps. \"It\'s gonna be nothing but pain for you if you don\'t try to relax, Sanzo.\"

Sanzo didn\'t register the abandonment of Gojyo\'s usual mocking tone as he whined, trying to comply with the kappa\'s guidance. He found himself failing at this, until Gojyo\'s hand traced down his side, slipping around and rubbing the sensitive spot at the small of his back. With a soft moan, Sanzo rocked against this, unwittingly taking in more of Gojyo\'s length. The priest let out a deep groan at the feeling and Gojyo smiled into his neck.

\"Almost there,\" he breathed, his voice both coaxing and slightly teasing. His tongue snaked out to flicker over Sanzo\'s ear, illiciting a soft noise from amid the priest\'s gasps. Gojyo took the sound as an invitation, rolling his hips and burying himself completely. Sanzo cried out, hips jerking, knees clamping against Gojyo\'s sides. For a moment, Gojyo had to stop, holding the backs of Sanzo\'s thighs to still him, the virgin tightness nearly sending him over the edge instantly. The priest writhing so surprisingly erotically beneath him wasn\'t helping either. His hands twisted in Gojyo\'s hair and balled up the back of his tank, desperately seeking a steady hold. His breath was brushing in short, hot gasps over his shoulder, and as both of Sanzo\'s hands gripped his head closer, Gojyo was sure he heard the faintest plea escape his lips.

It was enough for him. Gojyo pulled out of Sanzo halfway, savoring the soft drag before thrusting back in, drawing another cry from the man. They rocked together, Sanzo\'s head swimming as the pain was overidden by the white hot pleasure that punctuated each of Gojyo\'s deep, forceful strokes. His hips bucked automatically. He let his arms fall back on the bed, fingers twisting the sheets as his head fell to the side, eyes screwed up and mouth slack to accomodate his now constant stream of soft moans and pants. Gojyo\'s hands slid up Sanzo\'s thighs, sending shivers down their path and straight to his groin. His hips were angled up higher and the last of his leverage forfeit as Gojyo hooked Sanzo\'s ankles over his shoulders.

Each thrust shook Sanzo\'s body and he couldn\'t continue to deny how good it felt to completely lose control to the hanyou. A hand traced down his chest, sending cool shocks through him, but Sanzo missed the admiring smile that accompanied it. He dragged a hand through his hair, emitting a whimper as Gojyo\'s pace quickened. The kappa\'s hands had found his backside again, spreading him and massaging the flesh there. Sanzo groaned and twisted desperately. His erection had been aroused a second time by the sheer thrill of penetration; now it ached for release. Gojyo\'s tempo was rocking him into the bed, each thrust hitting the spot in Sanzo that was rapidly turning his moans into outright cries. One of the kappa\'s hands traced languidly over his thigh. A slightly moist thumb made a trail up the underside of his cock, circling the head, and Sanzo lost his last shred of control. He arched his back, seeing white and letting his eyes roll back as the orgasm rushed through him. Gojyo\'s hips jerked violently, the sudden squeeze too much for him. Sanzo shuddered as he felt the hanyou release inside him, still gripped by his own orgasm, and heard his voice shout Gojyo\'s name.

Gojyo collapsed on top of Sanzo, one elbow keeping the brunt of his weight off the other man. He laid one cheek on the priest\'s heaving chest, savoring the feeling of still being nestled between his legs. Sanzo was making small, desperate noises out of his pants, knees still twitching reflexively. Gojyo let his hand run lazily down Sanzo\'s side, brushing over his hip and up his thigh. His mouth found an erect nipple as he pulled out of him carefully, tongue swirling around the flesh and drawing a contented murmer from the priest. Sanzo\'s twitching legs turned into a deep shudder that racked his body and he let out a plaintive whimper. His arms wrapped around Gojyo\'s sides, clinging to his shoulders.

\"You all right?\" Gojyo asked quietly, looking down at the face turned stubbornly away from his own. He watched as the features, slack with pleasure and relief, gradually hardened into their usual expression. The arms on his back slipped away and a shoulder pressed up against his.

\"Don\'t be stupid, kappa, I\'m fine,\" Sanzo sneered, his head still turned sideways. Gojyo sighed in frustration and leaned away from him. \"Fine,\" he replied testily. \"Whatever; be an asshole.\"

\"What did you expect?\" Sanzo drawled, gaze fixed on the wall. \"You\'d just fuck me and I\'d fall madly in love with you?\" He snorted dersively. \"This never leaves this room,\" he said shortly. \"No one hears about it, and it sure as hell isn\'t happening again; got it?\"

Gojyo bristled. It was rediculous, this stuck up priest talking about acting like nothing had happened when his naked body was still flush against his own and trembling with exertion. It made Gojyo grin, thinking of how he might remind him of the fact. He grabbed Sanzo\'s chin, forcing the man to face him. Gojyo was a little shocked to see a flurry of emotions he had never seen in Sanzo race over his features. His eyes flickered with confusion, uncertainty, and fear, and Sanzo tried to look away. Gojyo felt he understood a bit better the reason for the priest\'s sudden hostility. Forcing Sanzo to hold eye contact he grinned, rocking his hips just barely against the other man\'s. Sanzo gasped and bit his lip, again trying to look down. Gojyo tilted his chin up, bringing their gaze back together and leaning closer.

\"I get it,\" he smiled, breath brushing against Sanzo\'s cheek. \"If that\'s how you want to play it, fine. But tonight you\'re mine.\"
Sanzo made a noise, like the beginning of a protest, but Gojyo cut him off, grabbing the priest\'s lips with his own and parting them with his tongue. He was rewarded with a faint groan and a pair of hands on his neck.