Rainy Day

A/N: Don't own.

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The promises of the warm sunny day were gone as the Sun was clouded by the angry grey mass. It was as someone has switched off the light and plunged the whole city into darkness. One mere minute. It took one mere minute for the downpour to begin. Shiny water drops cascaded from the roof tops as the rivers flowed through the streets.

He hated it. Every second of this purifying moment. There are people who looked upon this as some cleansing act where the air hot from the stoves and filled with smoke was cleaned. Time when ground was refreshed. What a bunch of nonsense. Fucking poets. What did they know?

It was always the same. The heat would get stronger before it started raining. Then it would be cold and dark. For the reasons unknown to his companions, Sanzo hated those days. He hated the rain as much as he hated when Jeep slightly rocked from the fights of the backseat passengers. He hated it as much as he hated noise or someone interrupting his sleep or both at the same time.

He closed his eyes and rested his back on the window frame, on leg on the seal and the other one on the floor, supporting him. He wished he wasn't there and sighed. While inhaling, he could taste the cigarette smoke. Not the hot, bitter one you can feel when inhaling, but the stinging smoke mixed with the air exhaled from the lungs. He opened his eyes and let them lazily follow the blue grey smoke, right to the owner of the cigar. He wasn't surprised upon seeing the figure resting on the opposite wall. He was very much annoyed.

"What do you want?" Sanzo spat at the red head.

"What makes you think I want something from you?" Mischievous grin spreading on his face as he takes the cigar between his fingers. "Just coming back from having a little fun." He puffed on the cigar and the added, "Not that you would know anything about it."

"Fuck off." However impossible that seemed to be, Gojyo's smile grew even bigger.

"Ah, Sanzo, to whish me something as beautiful as that. Thank you." He started walking toward the other man. "I whish you the same, of course. From the bottom of my heart." He rested his hand on the seal right beside the blond's foot and leaned. Crossing his legs, he took another puff while watching Sanzo do the same.

"You look like you need it." The other man frowned as he looked into the backyard of the inn they were staying at. "And need it soon. Seriously, when was the last time you had something tight and warm wrapped around yourself?" This earned him a glare that could kill on its own. Honestly, if there was one man whose look could kill, it was this particular purple eyed blond. The meaning as true in its original form as in the literal meaning of the words.

"Come on. We all know that even you crave for some action." His hand moved from its resting spot and ended up on his ankle. Gojyo started moving his fingers in little circles. Slowly and cautiously, the hand seemed to inch higher. "Wanna know what I long for right now?"

"If I said no, would you shut up?" He desperately needed to get away from the half demon. The conversation seemed to steer something in him and that hand... It seemed as though his ankle was somehow directly connected with his penis.

"I guess not", he answered after he seemed to ponder it for a while. Now his hand was resting on the monk's knee. "What I really want right now is a beautiful, willing body underneath me." His voice became a mere whisper as he moved forward. "Soft pale skin to make it flush. Combed hair to make it unruly. Long, thin legs to wrap around myself."

With that, Sanzo realized, Gojyo's hand was now on his thigh. It was still traveling higher. He also noticed his heart was beating faster. Suddenly, it was hard to breath. It was hot and his clothes seemed to be too tight. He found some relief when the other man's hand pushed the heavy material of his robe from his leg. He needed... He needed to push the other man away, go back into his room, jerk of hard, probably two or three times, take a cold shower and in the morning, pretend that nothing happened.

"Hot red lips to conquer." Gojyo was still speaking. OK, ignore him. He's just playing. Enjoying pissing him off since he knows he's already pissed off. Looking for a little bit of entertainment before he goes to bed. As far as he's concerned, he should just fall down on the ground and DIE. Yes, die. This annoying kappa is nothing more than a loud mouth, irritating, perverted... He's perverted, yes, right. And his not sexy. Definitely not sexy! And he should stop having these dirty thoughts about him right now but that face is near his own and that hand... Oh, God, that hand that's touching places no man (or woman) touched before and yet still not *there*.

"Deep, burning heat to burry myself into. That's just what I need." Sanzo swallowed at that. He willed himself to open his mouth and spat back a comment.

"If you're in such need of a woman, then just get back out and find something that interests you." Half leaded red eyes bored into his own. Gojyo smirked at him. Now, would probably be the right time to pull out the gun and shoot the fucking bastard. Yeah, that would wipe that smile off his face.

"Who said I was talking about a woman?" Without giving him a chance to speak, he pressed his lips over the blonde's. Insisting, he pushed his tongue until he was granted access. As his tongue explored the warm cavern, his hand finally reached its goal. He pressed his palm on the confined hard member, making the other man moan. Their cigars were now on the ground under the window, soaked by the rain that was still falling. Yet, they didn't seem to notice it one bit.

Click. Gun cocking, its barrel pressed into his chest. "Kinky." That's all he manages to say before he plunges into that mouth again. Sanzo firmly pushes him off or at least he tries. "Stop resisting. You know you want it and you know I can give it to you."

"You perverted idiot! Die! Ah!" His last word turns into a moan as the hand renews its effort with much more enthusiasm. He starts panting and trusting into the touch. Not that he is not trying to stop his body but it is moving on its own accord and it doesn't seem to listen. It also doesn't listen when it relaxes into another kiss. Gojyo pulls him up and lifts him in his arms. He wraps his arms and legs around the tanned skin demon as they kissed passionately. Right hand tangled in the long red hair and the left one still holding the gun.

"No." He starts to protest but is shushed by another kissed. He pushes Gojyo's head to side. "No. I won't let you be my fr..." Sanzo bites his own tongue before he could finish the sentence. He would rather die then confessing this.

"Shh..." Red haired man slightly chuckles. He starts walking down the corridor with the priest in his arms. "No worries. I know how to treat a virgin. I'll be gentle."

"Bastard!" Even though he says it, he doesn't do anything to stop the other man from carrying him to his room and laying him down on the bed.

TBC

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