Moments

Moments

It
had taken forever to get Sanzo to warm up to the idea of sex with
Gojyo. But he was a clever water sprite, yes sir. Gojyo knew Sanzo
was a kinky bastard underneath all that Holier Than Thou bullshit.

He
grinned as he thought back on that fateful day...

.oOo.

His
head slammed against the wall and a flash of white momentarily
blinded him. The pain in his head voiced itself loudly, drumming in
his ears and almost drowning out the snarl Sanzo gave him.

“How
dare you?! Who the hell do you think you are? You can't just take my
fan from me, you stupid kappa!” Said fan landed soundly
against Gojyo's already throbbing head.

He
winced, but said nothing. It seemed to bring more beatings with that
damned fan when he spoke, and while sometimes a beating was fun, now
was not one of those times.

Now,
Gojyo thought, was the moment of truth.

Sanzo
braced his hands against the wall on either side of Gojyo's head.
His eyes narrowed menacingly and Gojyo was sure that the type of
scowl on the monk's faced was reserved for special occasions, such as
demon executions and the like. Maybe this wasn't such a good
idea...

“I
can't very well have you setting a bad example for Goku, but I don't
want to waste a bullet on you either...,” Sanzo trailed off as
he thought about his options for punishment.

Gojyo
swallowed thickly. This was definitely not a good idea. He opened
his mouth to speak, armed with a half-assed apology and an excuse for
the hard-on he was sure was apparent to the man leaning slightly
against him.

Sanzo's
eyes widened as awareness struck.

Oh
shit.

Would
Goku save him if Sanzo lost him mind and tried to kill Gojyo? Maybe
calling him a monkey all those times was not a good idea. Maybe
attempting to force Sanzo into sex was not a good idea. Maybe Gojyo
was not as full of good ideas as he thought he was.

“You
sick, perverted kappa. You're hard,” Sanzo's voice was a
whisper as he leaned even closer to him.

The
note of smugness in Sanzo's voice was all it took to bring Gojyo back
to his senses. He frowned. He was Sha Gojyo, for fuck's sake! He
did NOT doubt his sex appeal, he did NOT misread signals, regardless
of how mixed they are, and he certainly did NOT cower before
prissy monk's who were in denial of their need to get laid. Sha
Gojyo would not be denied.

He
pushed his hips off the wall and rubbed against Sanzo. His eyes held
the other's defiantly, challenging him. He knew the look on his face
spoke more than words.

Sanzo
grunted at the contact, but didn't move away. He stared at the
redhead angrily.

“Well?”
Gojyo was beyond pretense at this point. Stealing that fan and
taking off was a fool proof plan and damnit, it was going to work or
he swore to himself he'd never have sex again.

Or
at least until two towns from here, let's not get carried away.

Sanzo's
lips on his was a short lived victory. He didn't expect it to feel
as good as it did, and he didn't expect to feel hands on his hips or
hear quiet sighs from the normally stoic monk. Being overwhelmed
with pleasure was not part of the plan.

In
his original plan, Gojyo was supposed to shove Sanzo against the wall
and fuck him senseless, all the while wearing a satisfied smile.
Yes, it was I who conquered The
Genjyo Sanzo, he would boast to all would hear his tale.

Reality
was a different story altogether. His new tale would never be
mentioned to any living being for fear that his reputation be
slaughtered. Yes, it was I who was held against a wall and
thoroughly conquered by a mere kiss with a passion that ignited the
very fires of my soul by The
Genjyo Sanzo.

And
he loved every moment of it.