Third Time's a Charm
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Third Time's a Charm
Author's Note: For Live Journal saiyuki_time Comm prompt-"Post coital". Written in 58 minutes. Unbeta'ed, concrit, comments appreciated. 1,295 words.
Third Time’s a Charm
Goddamnit.. Goddamn him. Goddamn this whole fucking business. If it was just fucking business. Couldn’t it just be fucking business? I’d really be much more comfortable with that…
I looked down at the boneless kappa wrapped around my lap like a wet shirt and snoring loudly as I leaned against the headboard and lit one cigarette off of another. Why couldn’t I just fall sound asleep after monumental sex like that like the kappa did? He curls up into a ball against me, strokes my skin a few times, and then dies to the world, all the Emperor’s horses couldn’t wake him. Leaving me to sit and look at him, alone with my …thoughts.
The first time it was an angry fuck, I had only done it to stop that foul mouth of his. I had no intention of doing it in the first place, much less ever doing it again. I had just gotten tired of the constant jibes, the dares, not to mention the holes the goddamn erogappa was always burning in my ass with those red eyes of his. Those eyes. One hot night we had gotten stuck rooming together and – well, ok, I was the worse the wear for sake, I have to admit, and it was either fuck him or shoot him. We had been having a lot of heavy youkai activity lately, and I knew I couldn’t afford to be one man down, so…. Well, at least that worked at the moment. Of course it was a screaming match that led to a wrestling match that led to a struggle that led to ripped clothing that led to… well you know the rest. And I was left sitting, smoking, watching the sweaty kappa sleep - smacking myself mentally and swearing I would never ever drink sake again – at least not on nights I have to room with the kappa.
The second time, well, I still didn’t understand the second time myself. Damned if we didn’t get stuck rooming together again – since the first time, I had tried very hard to avoid it – to the point that I thought eagle eye Hakkai had noticed. But that night Goku had been unwell, and nursemaid Hakkai had insisted on staying in the same room with him to monkeysit.
I had been a good boy, no beer, no sake, no whiskey, nothing at dinner any stronger than green tea. Then we had gone to our room. One bed. Fine. I was stone cold sober, I was an adult, I was the goddamn Genjyo Sanzo the 31st for crying out loud. So I slid into bed in my jeans – which I never do – with my newspaper, and waited for the kappa to go to sleep. Which he didn’t. Oh, no. He took a shower, and came out of the shower, not in a towel, like a normal person, but bare-assed naked… like he didn’t know, the fucking tease. So he slides into bed next to me pretty as you please, all nonchalant, starts to light a cigarette, and off course the asshole doesn’t have a lighter or matches.
“Sanzo…..”
“WHAT?”
“I need a light.”
“And this is my problem because?….”
“Gimme your goddamn lighter.”
“Tch. Fuck off.”
“Come on asshole.”
“Hn. Maybe if you kept your drawers on instead of parading around like cock’o’the-walk, you’d have what you need.”
“You mean like you and your magic robe with everything but the kitchen sink in it?” Snickers.
“Fuck you.”
“Gimme a goddamn light.”
“Get it yourself.”
“You asked for it.”
That was my first mistake. The kappa – of course – took that as an invitation and launched himself towards my bedside table, which of course put him square in my lap, in my arms, and it’s not too hard to figure out where things went from there.
The thing that chapped my ass was that it was… different… that time. It was not so angry and frantic and grasping. It was slower and we took the time to start really exploring each other’s bodies. Gojyo did things to me that night that made my heart stop, and then I would catch the bastard looking at me when he did them with a look that made it start pounding in my chest again even harder. He knew I was less experienced than him, and he never lorded it over me, contrary to his usual no-holds-barred teasing outside the bedroom. He was tender that night in a way that surprised the hell out of me, and scared the hell out of me too. But what scared me even more – I realized as I sat having my smoke afterwards in the middle of the tangled mass of kappa and sweaty sheets - was that I felt some spark of something ….some thing that was not anger, not proving something, and not simply doing it to get my rocks off, either. And I resolved it had to stop. Then and there.
And that was exactly what made the third time so disturbing. There was no anger. No accident. No struggle. No alcohol. We had all been in separate rooms. I had simply found myself, late one night, for no reason I could have told you – simply because I wanted to, because it seemed as inevitable as the sun coming up in the morning – quietly leaving my room that late that night and going to Gojyo’s and tapping on the door. I had come in, wordlessly led him to the bed, and we had begun making love. And it had been like nothing I had known possible in this life. And then it was over. And the kappa, as usual, melded his body as closely to mine as he could, slinging limbs over me like clinging vines, and went immediately stunningly stone-cold asleep.
So there I sat. My world began to crash down on me. My whole worldview was predicated on the idea that the world was a hopelessly fucked-up place, and all the people in it hopelessly irredeemably lost and isolated from one another. How could I maintain that view if I managed to actually make real contact with someone like Gojyo? To develop… a … my mind strangled on the word… “relationship?” But I had to admit… I wanted to keep doing what I was doing, I didn’t want to do it with anyone else, and I sure as hell didn’t like the idea of the kappa doing it with anyone else. I knew by most people’s standards that constituted some sort of relationship. But that didn’t fit with my view of who I was as Genjyo Sanzo, goddammit… And what a limb to go out on… This was Sha Gojyo, for goddssake!!
And what about that? What if … for the sake of argument, I did open my heart up to this person, let myself care for him?… No no no….!!! There was no fucking way… Gojyo would fuck up, or get himself killed, and I would end up with the gun in my mouth. But then how many times a week do I think about putting the gun in my mouth anyway, because of sheer loneliness?… Hmmm. There is that… So. I can take a risk on the goddamn kappa, and get fucked, and maybe somehow possibly end up happy, and possibly end up with the gun in my mouth eventually …. Or… I can stay like I am, miserable most of the time, and probably end up with the gun in my mouth sooner or later anyway.
While I was debating this relatively unambiguous choice, long fingers snaked around my thigh under the covers and started slowly inching up towards my cock in slow swirling motions.
“What the fuck…” I said, and dove under the covers with him.
~owari~
Third Time’s a Charm
Goddamnit.. Goddamn him. Goddamn this whole fucking business. If it was just fucking business. Couldn’t it just be fucking business? I’d really be much more comfortable with that…
I looked down at the boneless kappa wrapped around my lap like a wet shirt and snoring loudly as I leaned against the headboard and lit one cigarette off of another. Why couldn’t I just fall sound asleep after monumental sex like that like the kappa did? He curls up into a ball against me, strokes my skin a few times, and then dies to the world, all the Emperor’s horses couldn’t wake him. Leaving me to sit and look at him, alone with my …thoughts.
The first time it was an angry fuck, I had only done it to stop that foul mouth of his. I had no intention of doing it in the first place, much less ever doing it again. I had just gotten tired of the constant jibes, the dares, not to mention the holes the goddamn erogappa was always burning in my ass with those red eyes of his. Those eyes. One hot night we had gotten stuck rooming together and – well, ok, I was the worse the wear for sake, I have to admit, and it was either fuck him or shoot him. We had been having a lot of heavy youkai activity lately, and I knew I couldn’t afford to be one man down, so…. Well, at least that worked at the moment. Of course it was a screaming match that led to a wrestling match that led to a struggle that led to ripped clothing that led to… well you know the rest. And I was left sitting, smoking, watching the sweaty kappa sleep - smacking myself mentally and swearing I would never ever drink sake again – at least not on nights I have to room with the kappa.
The second time, well, I still didn’t understand the second time myself. Damned if we didn’t get stuck rooming together again – since the first time, I had tried very hard to avoid it – to the point that I thought eagle eye Hakkai had noticed. But that night Goku had been unwell, and nursemaid Hakkai had insisted on staying in the same room with him to monkeysit.
I had been a good boy, no beer, no sake, no whiskey, nothing at dinner any stronger than green tea. Then we had gone to our room. One bed. Fine. I was stone cold sober, I was an adult, I was the goddamn Genjyo Sanzo the 31st for crying out loud. So I slid into bed in my jeans – which I never do – with my newspaper, and waited for the kappa to go to sleep. Which he didn’t. Oh, no. He took a shower, and came out of the shower, not in a towel, like a normal person, but bare-assed naked… like he didn’t know, the fucking tease. So he slides into bed next to me pretty as you please, all nonchalant, starts to light a cigarette, and off course the asshole doesn’t have a lighter or matches.
“Sanzo…..”
“WHAT?”
“I need a light.”
“And this is my problem because?….”
“Gimme your goddamn lighter.”
“Tch. Fuck off.”
“Come on asshole.”
“Hn. Maybe if you kept your drawers on instead of parading around like cock’o’the-walk, you’d have what you need.”
“You mean like you and your magic robe with everything but the kitchen sink in it?” Snickers.
“Fuck you.”
“Gimme a goddamn light.”
“Get it yourself.”
“You asked for it.”
That was my first mistake. The kappa – of course – took that as an invitation and launched himself towards my bedside table, which of course put him square in my lap, in my arms, and it’s not too hard to figure out where things went from there.
The thing that chapped my ass was that it was… different… that time. It was not so angry and frantic and grasping. It was slower and we took the time to start really exploring each other’s bodies. Gojyo did things to me that night that made my heart stop, and then I would catch the bastard looking at me when he did them with a look that made it start pounding in my chest again even harder. He knew I was less experienced than him, and he never lorded it over me, contrary to his usual no-holds-barred teasing outside the bedroom. He was tender that night in a way that surprised the hell out of me, and scared the hell out of me too. But what scared me even more – I realized as I sat having my smoke afterwards in the middle of the tangled mass of kappa and sweaty sheets - was that I felt some spark of something ….some thing that was not anger, not proving something, and not simply doing it to get my rocks off, either. And I resolved it had to stop. Then and there.
And that was exactly what made the third time so disturbing. There was no anger. No accident. No struggle. No alcohol. We had all been in separate rooms. I had simply found myself, late one night, for no reason I could have told you – simply because I wanted to, because it seemed as inevitable as the sun coming up in the morning – quietly leaving my room that late that night and going to Gojyo’s and tapping on the door. I had come in, wordlessly led him to the bed, and we had begun making love. And it had been like nothing I had known possible in this life. And then it was over. And the kappa, as usual, melded his body as closely to mine as he could, slinging limbs over me like clinging vines, and went immediately stunningly stone-cold asleep.
So there I sat. My world began to crash down on me. My whole worldview was predicated on the idea that the world was a hopelessly fucked-up place, and all the people in it hopelessly irredeemably lost and isolated from one another. How could I maintain that view if I managed to actually make real contact with someone like Gojyo? To develop… a … my mind strangled on the word… “relationship?” But I had to admit… I wanted to keep doing what I was doing, I didn’t want to do it with anyone else, and I sure as hell didn’t like the idea of the kappa doing it with anyone else. I knew by most people’s standards that constituted some sort of relationship. But that didn’t fit with my view of who I was as Genjyo Sanzo, goddammit… And what a limb to go out on… This was Sha Gojyo, for goddssake!!
And what about that? What if … for the sake of argument, I did open my heart up to this person, let myself care for him?… No no no….!!! There was no fucking way… Gojyo would fuck up, or get himself killed, and I would end up with the gun in my mouth. But then how many times a week do I think about putting the gun in my mouth anyway, because of sheer loneliness?… Hmmm. There is that… So. I can take a risk on the goddamn kappa, and get fucked, and maybe somehow possibly end up happy, and possibly end up with the gun in my mouth eventually …. Or… I can stay like I am, miserable most of the time, and probably end up with the gun in my mouth sooner or later anyway.
While I was debating this relatively unambiguous choice, long fingers snaked around my thigh under the covers and started slowly inching up towards my cock in slow swirling motions.
“What the fuck…” I said, and dove under the covers with him.
~owari~