Time

Time

He
couldn't understand how this kept happening. His brain always seem
to loose the moments in between fighting and fucking. How does one
go from death threats to nearly violent sex in a span of minutes? It
was truly baffling.

The
redhead beneath him moaned and dug his heels into Sanzo's back,
demanding the monk's attention be back on him.

“Where
are ya?”

Sanzo
grunted and resumed his thrusting. He watched the kappa's face relax
into a pleased smile. Sanzo frowned.

This
was no good at all. This damned half-breed had him all confused, and
a confused, gun-toting, fan-brandishing monk was not a good thing.
What the fuck was he supposed to do? How was it his fault that Gojyo
looked sexy when he was fighting? How was it his fault that he
(unbeknownst to him until recently) had a thing for redheads? How
was it his fault that Gojyo forced Sanzo to pin him against the wall
and kiss him? Honestly, he could hardly be blamed for this mess.

“Dammit,
Sanzo! Fuck me already!” The anger was apparent in Gojyo's
voice. He'd stopped moving altogether and a rather unpleasant scowl
contorted his handsome face.

Sanzo
harrumphed mentally. Handsome face? Was Genjyo Sanzo now a poetry
spouting monk?

“I'm
sorry, Gojyo,” He heard himself saying. Make that an apology
and poetry spouting monk. He was a disgrace to himself. “I
have a lot on my mind.”

The
look in the other's eyes spoke of annoyance and irritation.

“It's
raining,” He added as an excuse. He ignored the slight whine
in his voice. Sanzos do NOT whine.

Truth
be told, since he'd started sleeping with Gojyo, the rain had
stopped bothering him so much. He still thought of Koumyou often,
but the pain was less.

Gojyo
leaned up and kissed him softly. His lips were not insistent, but
rather patient and unintrusive. His kiss was the kiss of a lover,
not just a fuck buddy.

More
mental harrumphing. More lost moments between travelling companions
to lovers. Where does all this time go?

But
Sanzo could feel his eyes closing and he could feel his mind finally
quieting, as it always did when Gojyo kissed him like this. Time was
being willingly lost to feeling. Heat enveloped him now, burning
away any misgivings. His body was taking over for his mind and he
acquiesced without further hesitation.