An Affectionate Gesture

An Affectionate Gesture

A Gojyo x Sanzo fanfiction

A/N: Another 5x3 PWP for you guys! This one has considerably more to it than the last one. Warnings include: Graphic yaoi and graphic swearing. The only way to go *grins*. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome with open arms, as always.

Disclaimer: Sanzo and Gojyo, as well as all the other characters mentioned in this fic, belong solely to the amazing Kazuya Minekura. I’m just borrowing the boys because they’re so fun to play with ^_~.

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Gojyo stretched, feeling the sharp pain of the muscle in his back protesting the movement. He winched and cursed his luck. The damn thing wasn’t getting any better. If anything, it seemed to be getting worse.

They’d had a run in with some demons that morning. Nothing special, just the ordinary, second rate assassins Kougaiji kept throwing at them. Add in some bitching from Sanzo and Goku complaining about the fighting making him hungry and it was a normal day. Except for the fact that Gojyo had somehow managed to pull a muscle in his back during the fight.

Damn it. If Sanzo found out, he’d never live it down. Gojyo was positive that asshole monk would have some snide comment to throw at him every chance he got, if he found out Gojyo had been injured. The bastard. There was no way he was going to give Sanzo more ammunition to use against him.

He’d just leave it alone and let it heal on its own. And he wasn’t about to let Hakkai waste his energy healing it. Hakkai would probably tell Sanzo anyway, and he didn’t want to risk it.

Gojyo opened the door to his room and kicked it closed behind him as he patted down his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter. When he looked up, he saw Sanzo sitting on one of the beds, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, violet eyes fixed on the window.

“Holy fuck, Sanzo, you scared the shit out of me,” Gojyo said as he bent down to retrieve the lighter he’d dropped when he’d first noticed the priest, suppressing a wince as the motion strained his back. “What’re you doing here?”

Sanzo glanced at him as he flicked the ash off his cigarette. “I got tired of listening to Goku bitch and moan about sharing a room with you so I told him to go room with Hakkai.”

He glared at Gojyo as if he held him personally responsible for the inconvenience. Which he probably did, not that Gojyo gave a shit. The redhead shrugged, moving to sit at the table in the center of the room, facing Sanzo. He eased himself into a chair, trying not to move his back too much, hoping the priest wouldn’t notice. No such luck. Sanzo, sharp as ever, studied him for a few moments with narrowed eyes.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, not sounding as if he particularly cared, but in a tone that demanded a response.

Gojyo suppressed another wince and shrugged again. “Nothin’. Back’s just bothering me a little.”

Sanzo scoffed. “Idiot. What’d you do?”

“Pulled a muscle, I think. I’ll get Hakkai to fix it later.”

“Hakkai’s asleep,” Sanzo said after a moment.

He stood up, grinding out his cigarette in the ashtray. After glaring at Gojyo for a few minutes, he made an impatient motion with his hand toward the bed.

“Take off your shirt and lay down.”

“What?!” Gojyo asked shrilly.

Sanzo made an exasperated noise in the back of his throat. “If you leave a back injury, it’ll only get worse and I won’t have you slowing us down. Do it before I change my mind.”

Gojyo tried to wrap his mind around what Sanzo had just said. He was offering to help him. Sanzo, who had never even made an attempt to be civil to him, was offering to help. Gojyo realized this was the closest thing he’d ever gotten to an affectionate gesture from his cold-hearted bastard of a traveling companion and occasional fuck buddy. Maybe Sanzo wasn’t as cold-hearted as Gojyo thought.

Casting a grateful smile at Sanzo, Gojyo stood, carefully pulling the white shirt over his head. “Hey, thanks man.”

Sanzo’s eyes widened in surprise at that and he blushed slightly. “Whatever,” he muttered, busying himself with pulling off his long gloves.

Gojyo hid his smirk behind his long hair as he moved to the bed. Sanzo was so cute when he was caught off guard. He stretched out on his stomach, folding his arms under his head. The mattress dipped under Sanzo’s weight as the blond moved to straddle his hips.

Cool, slightly hesitant hands settled on his shoulders and began to knead the tense muscles. Gojyo let out an appreciative sigh and relaxed deeper into the bed as Sanzo’s hands worked out the kinks in his back. Sanzo continued to rub his back, smoothing his fingers over the bronzed skin as he moved lower.

When he reached the strained muscle in Gojyo’s lower back, he pressed slightly too hard and the redhead hissed out a breath, winching at the sharp pain. Sanzo eased off a little, rubbing lightly and urging it too relax with gentle upwards motions with the heel of his palm. Slowly the tension eased and Gojyo moaned softly in pleasure.

Vaguely, Gojyo wondered where Sanzo had learned how to do this. He made a mental note to ask him about it later. Right now, he was just too damn relaxed to talk.

After a while, Sanzo sat back, resting his hands on his thighs. “Better?” He asked, a bit of annoyance creeping into his tone.

“Mmm…” Gojyo responded, nodding his head.

He shifted, twisting his upper body to let Sanzo know he wanted to turn over. The priest rose up on his knees so his weight was off Gojyo and the redhead settled on his back, looking up at Sanzo with a satisfied smirk.

“You know, you were nice to me for a good half hour there,” Gojyo said jokingly. “That must be some kinda record.”

Sanzo shrugged. “I’m in a good mood.”

Gojyo gaped at him in mock surprise. “Did Hell just freeze over?”

The priest snorted at that, but it sounded more amused than annoyed.

“So,” Gojyo started, letting a lecherous smirk spread across his face. “Can I take advantage of your good mood?”

“What’d you have in mind?” Sanzo asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sliding his hands up the blonde’s denim cover thighs, Gojyo gripped his hips, pulling him more firmly against his groin. “I was thinkin’ of fucking you into the mattress, for a start.”

The other eyebrow raised and Sanzo smirked. “You think you can?” he asked challengingly.

Gojyo’s grin widened and he flipped them over, pinning Sanzo beneath him. “Oh, I know I can.”

He leaned down and crushed his lips to Sanzo’s, forcing the blonde’s mouth open and plunging his tongue in. He felt the priest’s tongue move to meet his, tangling with it and fighting for dominance of the kiss. Sanzo arched up against Gojyo, the smooth fabric of his shirt brushing against the half breed’s chest. Long pale fingers fisted in crimson hair as Gojyo slid his hands under the black shirt, pushing it up the monk’s chest, trying to get at more of that smooth skin. He released the priest’s mouth long enough to pull the top all the way off before attacking his lips again.

He broke away to take a gasping breath of air before moving lower, nipping at the delicate skin of Sanzo’s neck. The priest let out a low groan and tilted his head to side to allow Gojyo better access. Placing a suckling kiss over the blonde’s pulse, he scraped at the skin with his teeth. When the half breed drew back, a dark red mark stood out starkly against alabaster skin.

Sanzo growled impatiently under his breath and pulled at Gojyo’s long red hair, trying to force his head lower. Gojyo smirked against Sanzo’s skin and bit down on his nipple, hard enough to make the blond cry out and arch.

“You fucking asshole!” Sanzo growled angrily.

Gojyo licked at the abused nipple and smirked up at the glaring priest. “Oh, baby, it makes me so hard when you talk dirty,” he groaned. “That’s what you get for pulling my hair.”

The priest yanked his hair again, dragging his head up and crushing his lips in a harsh kiss. Gojyo bit Sanzo’s tongue lightly, making the blond moan into his mouth. Pale fingers released his hair and nails racked down his back, leaving stinging welts in their wake. Pulling back with a ragged gasp, Gojyo let his teeth sink into the flesh of Sanzo’s lower lip.

Sanzo pulled his mouth away and gripped Gojyo’s shoulder’s with bruising force. “Fucking cock sucking bastard…” he hissed as the redhead teased the sensitive skin around his navel.

“Like that…” Gojyo muttered, nuzzling Sanzo’s stomach. “Keep talking like that…”

He undid Sanzo’s pants and practically ripped them off in his haste to get at what he wanted. Before the heavy fabric had even hit the floor, Gojyo took the priest’s entire length into his mouth without preamble. Sanzo’s hands flew to his hair, his back arching almost completely off the bed as he slammed his head back on the pillow.

“Holy fuck!” Sanzo yelled, fingers tearing at crimson hair. “…sh-shit…”

Gojyo moaned around Sanzo’s cock, causing another imaginative string of profanity to leave the priest’s lips. The half breed bobbed his head, fucking Sanzo with his mouth while the blond moaned and writhed beneath him.

Sensing Sanzo was nearing his limit, Gojyo pulled away, licking his lips and enjoying that disappointed groan that escaped the blonde’s throat. Sanzo’s breath came in harsh, gasping pants, sweat dotting his forehead and causing the golden strands of his bangs to cling to his skin.

Gojyo pulled a small bottle of lube out of his pocket and kicked his own pants off. His erection brushed against Sanzo’s as he moved back between the blonde’s legs, drawing a deep groan from him and a soft hissed breath from the priest.

Not wanting to waste more time, Gojyo quickly coated two fingers with the gel and pushed them both into Sanzo’s body. The blond cried out and tossed his head, slight discomfort marring his pretty face for a moment. The look faded when Gojyo’s fingers brushed against his spot, causing his body to buck and pulling another cry from his throat. Gojyo twisted his fingers, scissoring them to stretch Sanzo, pushing them in deep to brush his spot again.

Sanzo writhed attractively against white sheets, his smooth alabaster skin flushed with color, his deep violet eyes blank and glazed with pleasure. Gojyo removed his fingers from Sanzo’s heat and moved back up his body.

“You ready?” He asked breathlessly, forcing the words out even as he coated himself with the lube.

“Just fucking do it,” Sanzo groaned impatiently.

Gojyo put the tip of his cock against Sanzo’s opening and wrapped the priest’s legs around his waist. “Do what, Sanzo?”

“You bastard…” Sanzo tried to glare but gave up and growled, “Fuck me, damn it.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

In one hard thrust, Gojyo buried himself to the hilt in Sanzo’s tight heat. The blond let out a sharp cry, arms and legs tightening around Gojyo. The redhead groaned and forced himself to wait, giving the priest’s body time to adjust. When Sanzo relaxed, Gojyo pulled back, choosing the perfect angle and thrusting back in. The priest cried out and his fingers dug into bronzed skin. Gojyo set a hard, fast pace, slamming into Sanzo as the blond writhed against him, every thrust punctuated by short, heated cries.

Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, Gojyo wrapped a hand around Sanzo’s arousal and stoked it in time with his thrusts. The priest bucked up against him, using his legs to pull Gojyo closer, urge him deeper. Sanzo’s vision flashed white and his back arched off the bed as he screamed out his release, cum splattering over both men’s stomachs. Gojyo slammed into the priest one more time and his hips locked with Sanzo’s, mouth open in a silent scream as the sudden tight squeeze sent him plummeting over the edge.

A belated groan left Gojyo as he collapsed on Sanzo, still reeling from his orgasm. The priest grunted under his weight, but didn’t protest it as he slipped his fingers through blood-red hair.

When he could force his limbs to move, Gojyo pulled out of Sanzo and sat up. He did a quick search of the floor and found his pants, slipping out a slightly crumpled pack of cigarettes. A lighter clicked near him and he accepted the light with a nod of thanks.

Gojyo took a deep drag off the cigarette and rested back against the headboard. Wrapping an arm around Sanzo’s narrow waist, he pulled the blond back against his chest. Sanzo squirmed tried to get away. Gojyo just smirked and tightened his grip. After heaving a slightly annoyed sigh, the priest stopped struggling and rested back against the redhead.

“So, still in a good mood?” Gojyo asked, pressing his face into the silky hair at the nape of Sanzo’s neck.

“I was,” Sanzo responded shortly. “Until you started annoying me.”

Gojyo laughed and stroked Sanzo’s side. They lapsed into a comfortable silence, both enjoying their cigarettes. The priest sighed, allowing more of his weight to rest on the redhead.

“Thanks for helping me with my back,” Gojyo said, not really knowing what made him want to break the quiet.

Sanzo shrugged. “Whatever. Just don’t expect it to happen again.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Gojyo answered and allowed the silence to descend once more.

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The end. Do I need to say it? I think I do *nods*. Stroke my ego and I\'ll purr for you. Thanks to everyone who reviewed Lap Dance and my 8/3/8 fic Yours. You guys rock my socks!