And again

a/n: Well, since I ran out of space to ramble in the description: Apologies in advance if there\'s a bit more OOC-ness than before. If there\'s one thing I hate in fan-fiction, it\'s when characters are, uh...out of character... :-/ But I can\'t tell how bad I did it with this, sooooo...
I dunno if I like this one as much, but you people asked for it! X3

Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed my last one. The feedback is awesome (hint, hint!) Thanks especially to vampunk, for pointing me in the direction of P.L. Nunn\'s site (www.bishonenworks.com); very entertaining fan-fics indeed. But I ramble. Gar!

(Review you bastards! ^_^)
And, of course, I don\'t own or profit from this; it\'s all about Minekura in that department.

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Genjyo Sanzo was a hard man to live with. Aggravating in his best moods, but when he was in a foul mood it was enough to make Gojyo fantasize how it might feel to wrap his hands around that scrawny neck and just squeeze. Of course, there were more pleasant things he could think of doing to that neck, things that Gojyo was sure would earn him a bullet between the eyes if the priest knew he was thinking them. He couldn\'t help it. Not when he had those images burned into his mind, of milky-white skin writhing beneath him. Not when he could just glance at the dip in Sanzo\'s lower back where his otherwise formless robes sloped in and know that if he touched that spot just right the priest\'s strictly maintained icy facade would simply melt away. He would have liked to try that. He didn\'t dare in Hakkai and Goku\'s presence; that no doubt would cost him a hand. And Sanzo refused to be alone in a room with him. In fact, Sanzo had been avoiding him like the plauge for the past few weeks, since their little encounter. It made Gojyo feel as if he\'d gotten a taste of something forbidden and therefore even more desirous. He was hooked; horribly, miserably addicted. He\'d never fantasized this much about another man before. Sure, he\'d had his affairs; sex was sex, after all. But this was a whole other matter. His one-night stands were usually just that. He didn\'t have to ride around with them, see them on a daily basis, be perpetually reminded of everything that had been over in a few hours of drunken passion.

It was driving him crazy. Sanzo acted as if nothing had happened, but Gojyo seemed to recall quite vividly the feel of the priest\'s fingers in his hair and the brush of his fevered gasps on his ear. Sanzo had caught him a couple times, wantonly admiring the curve of his neck. It only illicited a disdainful sniff and a poor effort on Sanzo\'s part to hide behind his newspaper. As if he hadn\'t been a moaning mess the last time Gojyo laid hands on him.

He was doing it again tonight, shamelessly staring, admiring. Sanzo hadn\'t caught wise just yet. They were on opposite sides of their inn\'s common room, Gojyo nursing a drink at the bar and Sanzo at a table, reading a paper and smoking like it was going out of fashion. The way Sanzo\'s mouth moved when he took a drag, the shape of his lips when he exhaled, it was enough to entertain Gojyo for hours. As it was, after an hour of straight chain-smoking, Sanzo\'s automatic reach for his pack came up empty. Gojyo would have liked to think he didn\'t jump at the opportunity, but he made it to Sanzo\'s table awfully fast, even if he did maintain his usual swagger. Something was eating Sanzo tonight, he wouldn\'t have been smoking like a chimney otherwise. Nor would he have jumped when Gojyo\'s hand came down in front of him with an offering of new tobacco. Still, he snatched the cigarette from Gojyo\'s hand, tossing him what he no doubt believed to be an icy glare. It only amused Gojyo, a stupid grin touching the corners of his mouth.

\"I suppose you think you\'re getting something out of this,\" Sanzo sniped, grabbing his lighter and firing up. Now that was just too good an opportunity to let slide, especially when Gojyo had a couple drinks under his belt to make him feel more than a little obnoxious.

\"How \'bout a blowjob?\" he asked hopefully, throwing caution to the wind. That comment; really, who the hell did Sanzo think he was anyway? He was just being friendly. Sanzo, apparently, was having none of it. His lips practically diappeared into a single hard line and his face turned bright red. He slammed his newspaper down and stormed out of the room. Gojyo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as Sanzo\'s feet pounded up the stairs. He had to be pretty hard up to take this shit; not even a woman was worth this much. But, again, he didn\'t have to live with the women he slept with.

\"For fucks sake Sanzo, it was a joke,\" Gojyo barked, chasing Sanzo down before he could lock himself in his room. He grabbed the priest\'s upper arm, only to have his hand violently shaken off. Sanzo was adamantly refusing to look at Gojyo and trying to escape into his room.

\"Lighten the fuck up Sanzo, shit!\" Gojyo snarled. Sanzo slammed the bedroom door in his face, or would have, had Gojyo not wedged most of his right leg in the doorframe. He tried forcing the door open, leaning his shoulder into the weight Sanzo had shored against it. With a sudden shove, Gojyo stumbled into the room, Sanzo apparently having realized how rediculous the whole fight was. The priest stood in the middle of his room, arms folded across his chest and looking imperiously down his nose at Gojyo. \"Get out,\" he said coldly.
Gojyo straightened and leaned back to close the door. He didn\'t think the priest saw him turn the small lock. Nevertheless, a brief look of anxiety flickered through Sanzo\'s eyes. Gojyo smirked. \"Like hell; we need to talk.\"

\"There\'s nothing to talk about,\" Sanzo hissed, his face a dangerous shade of white.

\"The fuck there isn\'t,\" Gojyo scoffed. \"I got plenty to talk about. What d\'you want me to start with: the fact that you\'re scared of being alone in a room with me, or that I fucked you and you liked it?\"

Gojyo was lucky he saw the fist coming at him before it hit. He caught Sanzo\'s wrist tightly and pulled the priest against him, slipping the other arm around his waist. Sanzo twisted in his hold and snarled. God, but it felt good to have that body pressed against his again. He leaned down to kiss him, following as Sanzo tried to turn his face away and catching his lower lip between his own. The priest\'s body went ridgid against his. Gojyo ran his tongue over Sanzo\'s lower lip, marveling at how wonderfully soft they could be, when they were usually held so tight. He rubbed his hand over Sanzo\'s lower back, illiciting a moan that parted Sanzo\'s lips. Gojyo siezed the advantage and plunged his tongue into the warm, wet cavern of Sanzo\'s mouth, savoring the taste of cigarrettes that lingered there. In an instant, Sanzo\'s free fist was between them and he had jerked away with a sudden indrawn breath.

\"I\'m not afraid of you, you drunken, half-breed bastard,\" Sanzo declared, rather breathlessly. The way his body was shaking seemed to suggest otherwise.

\"Oh, no?\" Gojyo smirked, raising an eyebrow.

\"Fuck you, Gojyo!\"

\"Nnh,\" Gojyo smiled lecherously at that. \"Isn\'t that your job?\"

Sanzo bristled. He tried to jerk away again but Gojyo held him still. \"You\'re impossible,\" he snarled. Gojyo smiled, leaning closer and pressing Sanzo\'s hips against his own. The priest gasped, no doubt feeling the beginnings of an erection rubbing against his thigh.

\"I like getting what I want,\" he stated simply, letting his lips brush against Sanzo\'s ear. He felt a shudder pass through the body against his. \"Why do you insist on denying yourself what you want?\"

Sanzo made a noise of protest as Gojyo nipped at his earlobe. \"I don\'t...want this,\" he insisted, more than a little breathless.

\"Of course you don\'t,\" Gojyo murmered sarcastically. He swept his right hand down, off Sanzo\'s hip and over his ass. The fist against his chest clenched a handful of tank top, and a hot, quick breath hit his shoulder as he nuzzled Sanzo\'s neck. Gojyo decided it was safe to release Sanzo\'s other hand, and did so in favor of cupping the priest\'s face in his palm. He dragged his tongue up Sanzo\'s jawline, tasting sweat and getting a headful of his scent. Sanzo\'s newly freed hand twisted its fingers in Gojyo\'s hair, tugging his head back. For a moment they stared at each other, Gojyo with a broad grin plastered across his face, and Sanzo looking defensive and slightly out of his capacity.

\"I don\'t like you, Gojyo,\" he said finally. \"You\'re an ass. You\'re cocky and selfish and lecherous...\"

\"But?\" Gojyo prompted when the priest trailed off. Sanzo looked up at him quickly, his face a mess of confusion and uncertainty. Gojyo was a bit taken aback. The only other time he had ever seen Sanzo look unsure of himself was the night after they had slept together. It occured to him then that perhaps introducing sex to the priest might have fucked with his head. \"Sanzo?\" he asked tentatively, withdrawing his hands a little. The fingers on the back of his head tightened, pulling him down so Sanzo could crush their lips together. Gojyo couldn\'t help smiling at this, couldn\'t help but to inwardly gloat a little that he\'d won this one. Both arms wrapped around Sanzo\'s waist and he deepened the kiss, dragging his tongue along the roof of Sanzo\'s mouth. A groan rushed into his own mouth and Sanzo\'s hands ran over his shoulders, pushing off his vest. They groped desperately at his shoulders and arms, and Gojyo kept a firm squeeze on Sanzo\'s backside, thumbs rubbing the spot on Sanzo\'s lower back that drew more groans from the man.

Gojyo was the one who broke the kiss, bringing his hands up to Sanzo\'s hips and coaxing him backwards. He trailed kisses over Sanzo\'s neck, distracting him from their awkward migration towards the bed. Sanzo started slightly when his calves hit the bedframe, but Gojyo was carefully setting aside the Maten Sutra and pushing his robes down from his shoulders.

God, how he\'d been wanting this, craving this for weeks now. He ran his hands over Sanzo\'s shoulders, pushing his sleeves down his arms, savoring the feel of soft, smooth skin stretched over lean muscle. He slipped his fingers under the edge of Sanzo\'s shirt, getting more of that skin as his hands explored the planes of his stomach. Another gasp escaped the priest\'s lips when Gojyo hiked his shirt up, exposing his lean torso, and pulled it over his head. His lips found Sanzo\'s collarbone and hands twisted the back of his undershirt as he nipped lightly at the warm flesh there. He continued lower, flicking his tongue over a puckered nipple and drawing an extremely enjoyable sound from the priest, hands wound in the fold of his robes. He worked out the knotted sash and they pooled at Sanzo\'s feet as Gojyo\'s mouth trailed down.

\"What...are you doing?\" Sanzo panted, as Gojyo knelt before him, kissing his stomach. Gojyo merely grinned, tracing his hand up the bulge straining against the front of Sanzo\'s jeans. A blush touched the priest\'s otherwise pale face as he screwed his eyes shut, biting his lower lip hard.

\"Why don\'t you sit down?\" Gojyo suggested, picking his words carefully, letting his breath brush against the skin just above the waist of Sanzo\'s jeans. \"It\'d make it easier on your legs.\"

\"What?\" Sanzo gasped with uncharacteristic hesitation. Gojyo figured he\'d have to be a bit more physically blatant, gripping Sanzo\' narrow hips and tugging him down onto the edge of the bed. The priest\'s instant reaction was to knock his hands away, but Gojyo plunged his hand between his legs and Sanzo gasped, gripping Gojyo\'s shoulder.

\"Gojyo - ah!\" he hissed, fingers digging into Gojyo\'s flesh as he was stroked though the fabric of his pants.

On his knees and between Sanzo\'s wasn\'t exactly where Gojyo had originally had in mind, but the reactions he was getting from the priest were well worth it. He worked open the fly of Sanzo\'s jeans, sliding them down and exposing his flushed erection. Sanzo curled over him and groaned as Gojyo leaned in, licking the head of his cock experimentally. He felt fingers threading in his hair as his lips brushed over soft flesh. Gojyo dragged his tongue up the underside of his cock and Sanzo groaned again, deeper this time. He grinned. It was exhilerating, being surrounded by Sanzo as he was. He savored the feel of hands on his back and tangled in his hair, the sound and touch of Sanzo\'s breath on his head as Gojyo took him in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head, tasting the mild tang of pre-cum.

\"Gojyo!\" he heard the gasp that hit against the back of his neck. He swallowed Sanzo completely, drawing a short cry from the priest\'s lips. Fingers wrenched his hair and Sanzo\'s nails dug into his shoulder. Gojyo drew back, pressing Sanzo\'s cock between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. When he swallowed him again, nuzzling against his crotch and taking in his heady scent mixed with sweat, Sanzo\'s hips jerked. He curled closer around Gojyo, pressing his face into red hair, muffling a cry as he thrust up again. Gojyo felt him hit the back of his throat, felt hot, thick liquid spurting into his mouth, tasted it on the back of his tongue. He swallowed, pulling back, lips locked around the head of Sanzo\'s cock and sucking every last drop from him. Sanzo shuddered.

Gojyo didn\'t think he would ever lose amusement in Sanzo\'s lack of experience and control in this field. He grinned, letting Sanzo\'s quickly softening cock fall against his stomach. With expert ease, he slid up Sanzo\'s stomach, coaxing him back onto the bed and finally covering his mouth with his own. Sanzo made a sharp noise and shoved Gojyo back, throwing him a miffed glare. Gojyo lifted an eyebrow and smirked, the taste of semen lingering on his tongue.

\"Too good to kiss me now?\" he taunted, leaning in to nuzzle the curve of Sanzo\'s jaw. Sanzo snorted, though he ever so subtly tilted his head. Gojyo wasn\'t certain he was even conscious he\'d made the move.

\"You\'re foul,\" Sanzo sneered, squirming a bit as Gojyo trailed kisses over his shoulder and collar. \"You think I\'d let you...after you...Gojyo, what are you doing?\"

Gojyo lifted his head, his hand pausing in its path down Sanzo\'s torso, and locked eyes with the priest. Sanzo looked flustered, his cheeks touched with a slight blush. That made Gojyo smile like a fool. It was terribly amusing, after all, to see someone so usually dignified get embarrassed over something as trivial as sex.

\"You think just \'cause you got off that I\'m done with you?\" Gojyo said softly, rewarded by a deepening of Sanzo\'s blush. \"This is kind of a two-way thing here,\" he informed, his hand continuing its languid descent and caressing Sanzo\'s hip.

\"Don\'t assume I\'d stoop to your level, you prick,\" Sanzo insisted, his body twisting just the slightest under Gojyo\'s touch.

\"So, I\'m not getting that blowjob I asked for?\"

\"You\'re such an asshole, Gojyo.\"

\"Then you just want me to shut up and fuck you?\" Gojyo quipped.

\"Yes,\" Sanzo snapped, effectively silencing him. He felt his cock twitch slightly and gaped. \"Idiot,\" Sanzo added softly, his cheeks thoroughly flushed. Gojyo would have gloated over that, but the next instant the priest\'s hand slipped between his legs, touching him tentatively. His hips jerked towards the touch and Gojyo bit back a sharp gasp. His erection ached. It had been bearable when Gojyo had been otherwise distracted, but now his cock was straining against his pants. He saw the faintest smirk touch Sanzo\'s features, no doubt thinking he had gained some sort of upper hand, and Gojyo determined to prove him wrong.

\"Just don\'t forget, you said you wanted it this time,\" he told him, speaking against his neck and leaning into his hand. Sanzo\'s lips formed a hard, straight line and he breathed harshly through his nose. Gojyo chuckled, propping himself over the priest with one hand while he rummaged in his pockets.

\"Do you carry that shit with you everywhere?\" Sanzo sneered when Gojyo produced his sought-after lube.

\"Never hurts to be prepared,\" he replied, nipping at Sanzo\'s neck and shimmying out of his pants. The priest\'s hand recoiled a little, but Gojyo cupped it in his own and thrust against it, savoring the feel of Sanzo\'s cool skin against his heated erection. He let his head fall for a moment, resting his forehead on Sanzo\'s chest and thrusting again. Sanzo\'s fingers curled around his cock and Gojyo released the hand in favor of running his own up the priest\'s sides. Sanzo moaned softly when Goyjo\'s fingers traced circles over his nipples. His grip tightened slightly, fingers pressing into the underside of Gojyo\'s cock. Gojyo grunted faintly, dragging his lips over Sanzo\'s chest and wrapping his arms around him. He sat up slightly, bringing Sanzo with him, and rolled onto his back. One hand trailed down to the back of Sanzo\'s thigh, pulling the priest on top of himself.

\"What are you doing, Gojyo?\" Sanzo hissed faintly, no doubt weaker than he had intended. He gasped as Gojyo gripped the globes of his ass, the length of his cock rubbing between them. Gojyo smirked.

\"How am I supposed to shut up when you keep asking me all the questions?\" he teased. Sanzo glared at him.

\"Fuck you, Gojyo,\" the priest bit, only earning a lifted eyebrow. \"You didn\'t answer my question.\"

Gojyo grinned, running a finger between Sanzo\'s buttocks, drawing as gasp from the man as he brushed against his hole. \"I think you know damn well what I\'m doing,\" he growled softly, craning his neck and flicking his tongue over Sanzo\'s lower lip. Sanzo pulled back, looking mildly startled, brushing against Gojyo\'s cock as he did.

\"You want me to...?\" Sanzo gasped, a little pale-faced. Gojyo smirked back up at him, sliding his hands over his thighs and pressing him down on his hips. His erection rubbed against Sanzo\'s backside. Sanzo looked downright intimidated, bracing himself against Gojyo\'s arms as he tried to push back. Gojyo pulled himself up, wrapping Sanzo\'s legs around his waist and supporting him on his lap.

\"Unless you want me to choose another position,\" Gojyo suggested. He squeezed Sanzo\'s ass, spreading him and nestling himself between his buttocks. He could have groaned, the feeling of soft, puckered skin rubbing against his aching erection. Sanzo\'s brows knit together and he closed his eyes tight, biting his lower lip and nodding almost imperceptably. Gojyo smiled triumphantly. He wrapped his arms around Sanzo\'s waist, kissing across his shoulder as he slid from underneath him. Sanzo turned his head, eyeing Gojyo distrustfully as he moved behind him.

\"Gojyo...?\" he breathed, jerking back a little when fingers drifted over his lips. Gojyo simply nipped at his earlobe, sidling up behind him. He slipped an arm around Sanzo, pulling him back against himself. A sharp gasp escaped Sanzo\'s lips and Gojyo leaned his forehead against the nape of his neck, rocking slightly as the head of his cock pressed against Sanzo\'s balls. He ran his hand down Sanzo\'s stomach, stroking his semi-erect penis. His lips explored the back of the priest\'s shoulders, suckling at a spot on the curve of his neck that made Sanzo groan long and low. His free hand swept up his neck, putting the slightest pressure between his shoulders as Gojyo leaned forward, coaxing him back down onto the bed. Sanzo\'s breath quickened, touched with a slightly frantic edge, and he planted his hand on the bed, halting their descent. Gojyo smirked. He squeezed Sanzo\'s cock and pulled his hips back, biting his lip at the sensation of the priest\'s ass rubbing against him. Sanzo batted his hand away from his crotch. Goyjo tightened his grip on the back of Sanzo\'s neck, pressing him down a little more forcefully. The man squirmed as Gojyo nudged his legs wider, one hand sweeping between them, fingers sliding up the crevice of his ass. Sanzo gasped, his arms going out and his hips jerking back against Gojyo. He would have loved to laugh at that, but for fear of royally pissing Sanzo off. With his free hand, Gojyo picked up the packet of lube, tearing it open with his teeth and gingerly stroking it over his swollen erection. Sanzo sagged on the bed, pressing his face into the sheets. He groaned, muffled by the fabric, and tilted his hips back as two of Gojyo\'s slick fingers brushed between his buttocks.

Gojyo wasn\'t anywhere near a mood for much more foreplay. He plunged his middle finger into Sanzo, savoring the sharp cry he got in return. Without hesitation he pushed another, squeezing one of Sanzo\'s ass cheeks and spreading him wider. Sanzo made a gutteral noise, clutching at the sheets and trying to pull away slightly. Gojyo smiled, sliding his fingers out of the priest in favor of pulling his hips back against himself. He pumped Sanzo\'s cock and felt a shudder pass through the body beneath him as he dragged his tongue up Sanzo\'s spine. Biting his lip, Gojyo pressed the head of his cock against Sanzo\'s hole. He thrust, plunging into soft, tight heat with a faint grunt. Muscles clamped tight around his head and Gojyo hesitated. Sanzo made a plaintive noise, shivering and twisting beneath him. Gojyo pressed his forehead between Sanzo\'s shoulderblades.

\"Relax,\" he urged, sending hot breath down the priest\'s spine and splaying one palm on his lower back. He pressed up firmly, garnering the exact reaction he had hoped for. Sanzo groaned deeply, another shudder passing through him as the tension throughout his body slackened. Gojyo wrapped his arm around the priest\'s hips and slid into him completely. He bit his lip, velvet heat crushing tight around him. A strangled cry rushed past Sanzo\'s lips and his hips bucked. Gojyo leaned back onto his knees, rubbing a hand up Sanzo\'s back. He held the priest\'s hip as he pulled out, thrusting back into Sanzo hard. Hips jerked back against his and encircling heat squeezed his cock, making Gojyo suck in a sharp breath. He gripped the scruff of Sanzo\'s neck, thrusting again, harder.

\"Fuck!\" he heard Sanzo gasp, caught a glimpse of him biting his lip in embarassment. The priest\'s face was pressed sideways into the mattress, flushed and absolutely beatific as he rolled his hips back into Gojyo\'s thrusts. They were picking up a mutual rhythm, hard and fast, and Sanzo had his eyes screwed shut, mouth slack as he panted. Gojyo grunted, exerting a little pressure into his hold on Sanzo\'s neck, his thrusts rocking Sanzo into the bed. He slipped his other hand down, between Sanzo\'s legs, and stroked his cock.

A whimper escaped Sanzo, melting into a quiet moan. Gojyo reveled in the sounds he was drawing from the priest, driving into him. He closed his eyes, savoring the tight, hot drag around his cock and the litany of gasps and moans beneath him. Sanzo groaned long and loud, arching his back and grinding up against Gojyo. He pressed his face into the sheets, muffling another cry as Gojyo pumped his cock, slamming into him harder.

With a deep, gutteral groan, Sanzo came, semen coating Gojyo\'s fingers. The sudden squeeze of muscles around his cock was enough to send Gojyo over the edge. He shuddered, finishing with a couple of quick, pounding thrusts and emptying himself into the priest. Sanzo moaned behind his lips and Gojyo stroked him gently. He slowed their pace, rocking against Sanzo and pressing his cheek against his back. Sanzo collapsed completely onto the bed and Gojyo pulled out of him. He laid on top of Sanzo, propping his elbows on the bed and trailing kisses over the backs of his shoulders. Gojyo nuzzled the nape of Sanzo\'s neck and Sanzo responded with a slight, contented hum from the back of his throat, tilting his head a little more acommodatingly. Gojyo knew he probably shouldn\'t say anything that might spoil the moment, yet he couldn\'t help it.

\"You\'re not gonna clam up on me again, are ya?\" he asked, pressing his face into Sanzo\'s hair and inhaling a deep breath of the priest\'s scent. Sanzo exhaled sharply through his nose.

\"It\'d be nice if you didn\'t,\" Gojyo continued when it became obvious he wasn\'t getting an answer. \"I do really like sleeping with you.\"

Sanzo snorted derisively, squirming a bit underneath him. \"I know you like it too,\" he added softly. Sanzo bristled, the muscles in his shoulders getting tense again. Gojyo put a hand on the nape of his neck, massaging just slightly. \"Or am I wrong?\"

There was a painfully long silence. \"No, you\'re not wrong,\" Sanzo admitted finally. Gojyo could have gloated over that, had it not been for the uncharacteristic weakness in his voice, the way it shook so that it barely sounded like Sanzo\'s voice at all. Sanzo pressed his face into the pillow beneath him, drawing in a deep, shuddering sigh.

\"Get off of me, Gojyo,\" he said quietly. Gojyo rolled off easily, watching Sanzo carefully. He felt a little lost; his lovers didn\'t usually turn into little balls of self-loathing mere minutes after sex. He felt like he was walking on eggshells, trying not to piss Sanzo off. It occured to him briefly that he was suddenly trying not to piss off the priest, rather than the opposite.

\"You okay, Sanzo?\" he asked tentatively. Sanzo had sat up. He had his legs swung over the edge of the bed and was pulling the sheet around himself with short, defensive movements.

\"I\'m fine, Gojyo, \" he deadpanned, staring forward. \"I just need to think for a little bit.\"

Sanzo bunched the sheet in a fist at his waist, satisfied with everything but his head and lower arms covered. He rose and stalked towards the bathroom, a little wobbly, but straight-backed nonetheless.

\"You need help with that?\" Gojyo couldn\'t help but tease. Sanzo froze at the bathroom door, gripping the frame. He looked back at Gojyo, his mouth a thin, hard line but his brows knit together, his eyes troubled. Silently, he turned back to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The light came on and Gojyo heard the lock turn.

Gojyo rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh, shivering a bit. The selfish bastard had nabbed the sheet, leaving Gojyo bare and with a stickiness between the legs that needed attending to. He propped himself up on his elbows, looking over the bed for a blanket. His gaze fell on the pile of cloth that was Sanzo\'s robes and Gojyo felt the corners of his mouth twitch in a mischevious grin.