Lap Dance

Lap Dance

A GojyoxSanzo fanfiction

A/N: This is a PWP in it\'s truest form. ^_~ Graphic sex and swearing. That\'s about it.

Disclaimer: Don\'t own \'em. Kazuya Minekura does. Just borrowing.

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Gojyo\'s room at the inn had a spacious couch instead of two beds. The creaking fold-out had long ago stuck and the old innkeeper apologized profusely for the inconvenience. Gojyo didn\'t care, but he was sure Sanzo would\'ve had a few choice words for the old man if Hakkai hadn\'t practically manhandled the priest up the stairs. Gojyo grabbed the key Hakkai had left, figuring he\'d have to room with the monkey. He sighed in resignation, knowing his chances of getting laid were next to nothing considering the prime mood Sanzo was in.

Up in his room, Gojyo found that the couch was rather comfortable. The redhead sat back on it, head and arms resting on the back, staring at the ceiling. He didn\'t look at the door when it opened, assuming it was Goku. Then he realized the entrance was too quiet for the loud, obnoxious kid. The faint singing of silk brushing silk and the mild smell of cigarette smoke made Gojyo suppress a smirk.

Maybe his chances of getting laid weren\'t so bad after all.

Sanzo\'s robe swished around his feet as he moved closer. Gojyo started slightly as Sanzo settled his weight on his lap. The half breed looked at Sanzo for the first time, a smirk on his face.

\"What? Are you gonna give me a lap dance?\" He asked, grinning.

\"Only if you pay me,\" Sanzo answered, rocking against Gojyo.

\"That could be arranged,\" Gojyo replied, a slight challenge in his red eyes.

Sanzo studied him for a moment. Damned if Gojyo knew what was going on behind those intense violet eyes. He wondered if he was going to have to dodge a bullet any minute. One of the fun little advantages of fucking a homicidal monk.

Then the blond rocked his body in one fluid motion over Gojyo and their hips ground together. The friction rent a low moan from the redhead\'s throat. Sanzo smirked slightly and moved to untie the black sash around his waist. The robe fell open and Gojyo saw there was nothing between the monk\'s smooth, pale skin and ivory silk cloth. Gojyo pushed the robe over Sanzo\'s shoulders, but the blonde\'s arms kept it from falling. He caught Gojyo\'s wrists and pressed them back into their position on the back of the couch. Gojyo frowned as Sanzo pulled the robe closed around his hips.

\"Tease,\" he said in mock irritation.

Sanzo looped the black sash over the back of Gojyo\'s neck and used the make-shift reigns to pull him closer.

\"Shut up,\" he breathed, pressed their lips together with bruising force.

Gojyo returned the kiss with equal passion, pushing back Sanzo\'s tongue to take control of the kiss, ravishing the blonde\'s mouth.

Sanzo allowed this, moaning softly. He released the sash, ends drifting down to hang scarf-like around Gojyo\'s neck. Sanzo began moving again, rocking his hips rhythmically. The half breed lost all trace of anything resembling thought as Sanzo\'s lips and tongue left wet trails and soft bites over his neck and collarbone. Warm fingers moved up his shirt to pinch and caress his nipples.

He crashed back to reality as the movement stopped and Sanzo\'s weight left his lap. Gojyo glared stupidly at the blond, who stood about a foot away, smirking at his weak glare. Since Sanzo made no move to leave the room, Gojyo sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, resigned to waiting to see what the monk would do next. He should\'ve known better than to try and intimidate Sanzo with a glare. The priest had perfected glaring as an art.

Sanzo moved his hands to his shoulders and the silk sang as the robe slid over his body to the floor. Gojyo smiled, now they were getting somewhere. Sanzo closed the gap between them, moving to sit on Gojyo\'s lap again, this time facing away with his back pressed to Gojyo\'s chest. Gojyo wrapped his arms around the priest\'s narrow waist and pressed his lips to Sanzo\'s neck. The blond shifted back, his knees spread on either side of Gojyo\'s. Gojyo caressed Sanzo\'s nipples, drawing a contented purr from the priest.

\"Now what, baby? This is your show,\" Gojyo asked, trying not to smirk at the way Sanzo\'s eyes narrowed at the nickname.

Sanzo didn\'t respond, just lifted his hand and waved a small bottle in front of Gojyo\'s face. He flipped the cap open and lifted Gojyo\'s hand, coating three of his fingers with the gel. Then turned his head and whispered something absolutely obscene in Gojyo\'s ear. Gods, as if he wasn\'t hard enough already. Gojyo pulled Sanzo into a better position and tested the reach of his arm. Sanzo\'s breath quickened and his head pressed back against Gojyo\'s shoulder as the half breed rubbed one greased finger against his opening in small circles, not quite penetrating. Gojyo used his free hand to grab Sanzo\'s chin and kiss him as he pushed his finger all the way into Sanzo\'s heat. Another finger joined the first and he swallowed the cry that escaped the other\'s lips. The blond moved against Gojyo\'s hand, crying out suddenly when a finger brushed his prostate. Sanzo panted in the redhead\'s ear, uttering small inarticulate sounds that might\'ve been words in any other circumstance.

\"Gods... Gojyo, now!\"

He understood that well enough. Gojyo withdrew his fingers from Sanzo\'s body and the blonde shifted, turning in Gojyo\'s lap to straddle him once more. Gojyo was almost painfully hard now and he could see that Sanzo wasn\'t fairing much better. He could\'ve danced in relief as Sanzo undid his pants, not even bothering to pull them off, and quickly coated Gojyo\'s erection with the gel. Gojyo grabbed Sanzo roughly and pressed him down onto the couch.

\"If you want it, beg for it.\" That was pushing it, but Gojyo never could pass up an opportunity to needle Sanzo and this was no exception.

\"Fuck you!\"

Gojyo shook his head, \"Close, but no cigar.\"

Sanzo glared at him and pulled him down, biting his lower lip hard. \"If you don\'t fuck me right now, I\'ll kill you.\"

\"That has got to be the hottest death threat you\'ve ever made.\" Gojyo had to admit Sanzo had talent. Only he could make begging sound like an order.

Shoving his hips up against Gojyo\'s, Sanzo growled, \"Just shut up and fucking DO IT.\"

\"Yes, Sanzo-sama.\"

One of Sanzo\'s legs came over Gojyo\'s shoulder and he took the blond in one long thrust. Sanzo\'s back arched off the couch and he cried out, eyes squeezed shut in pain. Gojyo gave the blond a moment to adjust before pulling back, almost completely out, and thrusting back in. Sanzo cried out again, but this time it had nothing to do with pain. Gojyo crushed his lips to the monk\'s, too out of breath for more than a momentary contact, as he thrust roughly into his body. The priest moaned and writhed beneath him, hands fisting in his shirt. Gojyo squeezed a hand between them and stroked Sanzo in time with his thrusts.

Sanzo cried out an inarticulate sound that might have been Gojyo\'s name as he came in the redhead’s hand. Letting out a guttural groan, Gojyo came inside Sanzo, pushed over the edge by the sudden tightening of inner muscles. He collapsed on top of the blond, breathing heavily, pleasantly exhausted. Sanzo allowed the contact for a few minutes before shoving at Gojyo\'s shoulder and growling something about his being heavy. Gojyo smirked and muttered \'asshole monk\' under his breath as he sat up. Sanzo glared at him, having clearly heard the comment. Gojyo ignored the glare and lit a cigarette. Sanzo sat up as well and rested against Gojyo\'s side. The half breed snaked an arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. Sanzo leaned in and lit his own cigarette off Gojyo\'s before resting his head on Gojyo\'s shoulder.

Gojyo smirked into Sanzo\'s hair. \"That wasn\'t a lap dance,\" he commented, matter-of-factly.

Sanzo smacked him on the head, \"Shut up, you idiot.\"

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The end. Wasn\'t that fun? Review? Stroke my ego and I\'ll purr for you. ^_^