Restless

Author's Note: This is my first Saiyuki fic and my first posting. Any reviews, comments, etc. would be greatly appreciated. Please, be gentle.
After nearly a week of camping out, the four travelers finally reached a town with an inn. Although three of the men were looking foreword to a couple of hours of relaxation in the inn’s dinning room, the fourth, Priest Genjo Sanzo, ordered them to their rooms early.
“Now Sanzo,” Cho Hakkai, started, “surely it wouldn’t be unreasonable to allow Gojyo and Goku an hour or two to unwind, considering how long it’s been since we were in a town?”
Sanzo’s response was a grunt as he headed for the stairs.
“Very well then, “Hakkai said, anticipating the consequences. “Come along, Goku.”
“’Kay.” The two headed to one of the double rooms their group had been given.
“Wait! You can’t leave me with him!” Both Sanzo and Gojyo yelled after them.
“Have a good night,” was the only response.
“You sure this is a good idea, Hakkai?” Goku asked as he closed the door behind him.
“Don’t worry; we’ll be safe in here. Besides,” Hakkai added with a smile more sinister than his normal, “they both have this coming.”

Sanzo was concerned. Hakkai seemed to know something he wasn’t sharing. What he had said before preceding Goku in to their room, “have a good night,” such common, innocent words sat uneasily with the priest. Trying to decipher the cryptic man’s meaning, Sanzo stared through the newspaper in his hands. Meanwhile Gojyo seemed to have slipped into a boredom induced catatonia, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. As long as he stayed quiet and didn’t set anything on fire Sanzo couldn’t care less.
A thought occurred to Gojyo. It was a terrible, reckless thought but Gojyo was bored. Besides, he wasn’t really the type to think things through.
He stubbed out his cigarette and stood, stretching lazily as he did. Gojyo slipped off his shirt, dropped it on his chair, and took a few steps toward one of the beds. He seemed to change his mind and walked around the small table, coming to a stop behind the priest’s chair.
“Whatcha reading?’ Gojyo asked with his chin and hands on Sanzo’s shoulders.
Sanzo shrugged the familiar kappa off. “It’s called a paper, moron.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Gojyo wasn’t bothered by the insult, one dislodged hand lightly trailed fingertips up and down the bare skin of Sanzo’s upper arm. “Anything interesting?”
The priest’s response was a grunt and another shrug. Gojyo’s behavior was troubling; reminding Sanzo of Hakkai’s parting words. Did Hakkai know something? Gojyo was being a lot touchier than normal. Now both hands were on Sanzo’s shoulders.
Sanzo considered going for his paper fan.
“Hands off, asshole.”
“Hmm, don’t wanna.”
That spun Sanzo around.
“Do you want to d-” His threat was cut off, by Gojyo’s mouth.
The kiss sent a shock through out Sanzo’s body, leaving the priest unable to react. Gojyo pulled back to take a look and grinned. Sanzo looked like he had shoved his finger in to an electrical socket. Since violence did not seem to be forth coming Gojyo leaned back in for a second kiss.
Sanzo knew he should stop this. Now. He was going to stop this now. He was going to kill that idiotic, perverted kappa. But he couldn’t get his body to move. Sanzo could feel Gojyo’s fingers in his hair, could feel his body and lips relaxing under Gojyo’s. He had no idea that crude, vulgar mouth could be so soft, so warm.
No!
Gojyo saw the fist in time to catch and pin it to the table. He had felt Sanzo giving in. He kissed the side of Sanzo’s face, down his neck and up to his ear.
“I will kill you for this, “Sanzo said breathlessly.
“You’ll try,” Gojyo amended with his lips around the other man’s earlobe.
This time, when Gojyo’s mouth found Sanzo’s it was met with hunger. Sanzo kissed back fiercely, his free hand gripping Gojyo’s shoulder. Gojyo wrapped both hands around Sanzo’s narrow waist. Sanzo’s arms around Gojyo’s neck, lips following the red haired man’s lead. Gojyo’s tongue slipped between Sanzo’s lips, reached for his. The sound he made shot through Gojyo’s body and between his legs.
Suddenly straightening up, Gojyo hauled Sanzo to his feet. His own momentum carried Sanzo in Gojyo’s body. Gojyo’s arms tightened around the priest as he kissed him deeper.
Sanzo pushed at Gojyo’s shoulders but was too close to get the leverage, instead pressing their hips closer.
Gojyo wouldn’t relinquish his mouth. He pushed back until Sanzo was trapped against the wall. Hands under Sanzo’s robe, Gojyo gripped his ass. He liked the sound Sanzo made so much he squeezed again, harder.
Sanzo managed to turn his face away. Gojyo let him, choosing to focus on the long line of bare throat.
“I knew you were a goddamn pervert,” Sanzo panted.
Gojyo chuckled. “I’m the pervert?” He moved his hand to the front of the priest’s body. “Then what’s this?”
Sanzo was going to answer, but when Gojyo squeezed Sanzo’s reply turned into a moan.
With lips still at the priest’s neck Gojyo stroked him through his jeans. Sanzo took up his rhythm, thrusting against his hand.
Gojyo was starting to rethink his opinion of the other man. Maybe he wasn’t a…
Sooner than Gojyo was expecting, Sanzo was bucking wildly, head thrown back, gasping for breath with his hands curled into fists at Gojyo’s shoulders
So close already? Never mind, the guy was definitely cherry.
Gojyo let go and braced both hands on the wall
Sanzo glared at him through eyes that couldn’t quite focus and tried to form a threat or insult. Before he could speak Gojyo leaned in close.
“Not like this,” he whispered.
“Then how?”
Gojyo leaned back and grinned. “Take your clothes off and get in bed. I’ll be right there.”
Gojyo walked away, leaving Sanzo to stare after him. He wants me to what?
Gojyo dug through his bag until he found what he was looking for. He carried the small bottle over to the bed, set it on the nightstand, and looked down at Sanzo.
Sanzo was sitting on the side of the bed, which was fine, still dressed, which wasn’t. The priest glared up at the other man, daring him to say something.
Instead, Gojyo just held out his hand. Sanzo eyed it suspiciously before holding up his own. Gojyo pulled him to his feet and put his arms around him. Sanzo wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck and leaned in to him.
Gojyo kissed him, slow and lingering, hand caressing Sanzo’s back. Lost in the kiss Sanzo didn’t notice Gojyo moved his hands until his robe fell to the floor. Now that he was paying attention he saw the hem of his shirt in Gojyo’s hands. Gojyo had raised it to the middle of Sanzo’s chest before Sanzo took over, pulling the shirt over his head.
Seeming to dislike being idle, Gojyo’s hands found a new task, opening Sanzo’s fly.
Sanzo grabbed his wrists to stop him, but his hands fell away when Gojyo gave him a light teasing stroke.
Gojyo pushed Sanzo’s jeans down his thighs, held his now nearly bare body against his for a moment before gently pushing him back to his seat on the bed.
Sanzo watched as Gojyo sank to his knees in front of him and took one hand in both of his. Gojyo ran his tongue along Sanzo’s middle finger, then slipped the entire digit between his lips.
That wet sucking heat felt far too good. Sanzo closed his eyes, falling in to the sensation. When Gojyo pulled away he took something with him. Sanzo’s sleeve hung from between his teeth. He dropped it and turned to the other hand.
Both arms now bare, Gojyo kissed Sanzo’s palms like a penitent, inside his wrists, up his arms to the bends of his elbows. He reached up for Sanzo’s lips, kissing briefly before moving down to his neck and chest.
Tentatively Sanzo touched Gojyo’s long red hair. He sighed as Gojyo ran his tongue across each nipple.
Kissing down to his stomach, Gojyo wrapped his fingers around Sanzo’s length. Sanzo moaned and gripped a double handful of red hair.
Gojyo rolled his eyes up.
“Easy, I want that to stay attached.”
“Idiot.”
Sanzo moaned as that same wet heat covered his tip. His hips jumped as Gojyo started to suck. Sanzo ran his fingers through Gojyo’s hair as his hips flexed his erection into that wicked mouth.
With one hand Gojyo pumped the priest’s shaft, the other held his hips from thrusting harder than he could handle.
Sanzo curled around the man in his lap, teeth clenched to hold back the noises in his throat. Dissatisfied with the silence Gojyo squeezed as his tongue caressed Sanzo’s head. The resulting gasp and groan were well worth it. Gojyo sucked faster. Moments later Sanzo’s vision went bright. He couldn’t draw a breath past the explosion that tore through his body.
Gojyo spat out the come and watched as Sanzo getting rid of his own.
Sanzo was having trouble making his limbs move right, so Gojyo helped him get under the blanket, then climbed in with him.
“What are you doing?” Sanzo’s words were slightly slurred.
Gojyo responded by rubbing his still hard body against the priest. “’Case you didn’t notice, you’re the only one who got off back there.”
“What do you expect me to do about it?” Sanzo asked with a trace of what could be panic or anger.
Gojyo started kissing his shoulder. “Nothing.” He moved up to his neck, hand absently caressing the priest’s chest.
Sanzo turned his face away, whether to ignore the other man or to give him freer access he wasn’t sure.
Gojyo shifted his body, one leg sliding between Sanzo’s, thighs rubbing together, his hard-on pressed against the priest’s hip.
Sanzo laid his hand along Gojyo’s arm and pressed his face against his.
That felt like an invitation Gojyo was happy to accept. He shifted farther, pinning Sanzo to the bed, hips between his legs. Again they kissed, Sanzo holding him close. Hands were everywhere, touching everything. Gojyo ground his hips into Sanzo’s and reached for the little bottle.
There was a sense of intrusion, making Sanzo jump and break the kiss.
“What-”
“Relax,” Gojyo murmured, trying to recapture his mouth.
Gojyo’s finger was moving in a place it had never occurred to Sanzo to be touched. Then a second finger was added, stretching his body.
Just as Sanzo was getting ready to yell at Gojyo, those fingers touched something. Sanzo shuddered, groaned, and gave in completely.
When Gojyo removed his fingers Sanzo had to hold himself back from asking for more. Something else was touching him now, something bigger than a finger.
Gojyo looked down at the priest underneath him, eyes heavy lidded, intense. Sanzo couldn’t look away.
“Sanzo,” Gojyo pressed a little harder. He took a deep breath and started again. “Sanzo, this is going to hurt. Just try to hang on, okay?”
He couldn’t think of a response and Gojyo didn’t give him time.
Gojyo shoved himself in. He had been right. The pain was intense. All of Sanzo’s focus was on breathing and relaxing his body. He had taken it quietly, but his expression showed the effort.
Gojyo watched Sanzo work through the pain. He really was pretty. He waited until Sanzo’s expression had softened.
“Are you ready?”
Sanzo wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be “ready” for, but since the pain had receded he nodded.
Gojyo moved slowly, pulling gently, pushing just a bit farther each time. He never imagined the priest’s body would feel this good. It was all he could do to not just slam into him. But he wanted them both to enjoy this. He leaned in close to Sanzo’s ear.
“How does that feel?” he sighed.
Sanzo didn’t want to admit to enjoying it, but his body was answering for him. His breathing was coming faster. He was hard again.
Gojyo was whispering to him again.
“Shit, you feel amazing.” Why the hell hadn’t I done this before? Gojyo asked himself, thrilling in the sweet agony of fucking Sanzo slowly.
Sanzo had started to push back against each thrust, gripping Gojyo’s shoulders. He was learning deeper was better. But it still wasn’t enough.
Gojyo heard Sanzo whimper. He knew the priest would deny making any such noise, so he translated it himself.
Getting his knees underneath him, Gojyo suddenly sat up, pulling Sanzo on to his lap, thrusting hard and fast.
Gasping and moaning, Sanzo clutched at the sheets, convinced he would fly off the bed.
“Like that?” Gojyo asked, thinking what a great voice Sanzo had for moaning.
“Ah. Yes,” Sanzo barely got out.
Gojyo knew he wouldn’t last for long like this. Sanzo was just too tight and the way he was moving his hips… Gojyo grabbed Sanzo by his cock and jerked in time with his thrusts.
Sanzo’s back bowed then arched every muscle clenching as he came harder than before. Nothing had ever felt so agonizingly amazing.
With one last deep thrust Gojyo followed right behind, and collapsed on top of him.
Eventually Sanzo relearned to breathe. When he caught enough breath he spoke.
“Gojyo.”
“Hm?”
“Get the hell off. I need a shower.”
Gojyo rolled over and watched as Sanzo wrapped a towel around his waist.
“Want company?”
The only response was a raised middle finger.
The next morning Hakkai smiled cheerfully at the other two.
“How was your evening?” He asked as Goku inhaled his breakfast.
Sanzo glared, blushing slightly. Gojyo answered.
“Heh, I’d say it was pretty damn good.”
“You would, “Sanzo muttered. He then addressed Hakkai. “You bastard. You knew what would happen.”
“What happened?” Goku asked, looking up from his plate.
“Nothing you need concern yourself with,” Hakkai told Goku with a reassuring smile, then turned back to the seething priest.
“Perhaps, Sanzo, you will listen to me next time. Gojyo gets quite wound up after traveling for days at a time. He usually needs some way of blowing off steam. Let’s just say, I’m not surprised.”