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kinkfestTitle: Friends like these
Rating: R
Posting date: September 8th (and it's still 11:30pm in the UK so I'm on time *lol*)
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Saiyuki. However, I do own many of the wrongs :D
Word Count: 2,032
Summary: In which Sanzo tries to be sneaky, and Gojyo catches him out.
Prompt: Saiyuki, Sanzo/Gojyo: jealousy, masturbation - He’s so fucking pretty.
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miki_moo
The rain came out of nowhere, the sky blackening rapidly before seeming to tear in half with a loud roar.
“Quick, this way,” Gojyo said as he grabbed hold of Sanzo’s hand and started to run back into the forest from where they’d come. “I saw a shelter earlier, hidden in the trees - it can’t be too far away. We can shelter in there.”
“That’s nice,” Sanzo said through gritted teeth as he tried to hold his robes up from getting dirty as he ran through ever-increasing puddles, “but do you really need to hold my hand?”
The day had gone from bad to worse – the storms the previous night had left Sanzo awake and thinking too much about everything, so when they heard of reports of trouble in a nearby town over breakfast the following morning he had jumped at the chance to both get away from everyone and do something useful.
At least, that had been the plan. What had actually happened was that Gojyo had decided to come along – even after half an hour of the monk pleading, bribing and stopping just short of a tantrum – who then managed to get them both lost. By the time they reached the town in question, and managed to talk to a few of the inhabitants, they soon realized it had been a false alarm, by which point it was late afternoon and Sanzo had had enough. He all but marched Gojyo back into the forest from which they’d come and had just reached the edge of it when the sky had decided to join in on screwing with him.
“Come on,” Gojyo said, encouragingly, still dragging Sanzo along by his hand. “Almost there!” Sanzo muttered something under his breath, and then stopped as he saw a small outhouse come into view. It looked uninhabited and, more importantly, intact, and he gave one last sigh and ran for the door, pushed it open and they both fell through the door to land in a rather ungainly pile the other side.
“Get off me!” Sanzo scowled as he tried to extricate himself from the tangle of limbs and material. His robes were already soaked, sticking to his skin uncomfortably. He plucked at his sleeve and sighed irritably.
“Hey, at least we’re dry now!” Gojyo said encouragingly as he stood up and started undressing. Sanzo glared at him as he got to his feet.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, we’re soaked through and don’t know about you, but I’m not keen on catching a cold. We should be able to dry off a little at least,” he said as he hung his jacket on the back of a nearby chair and looked around.
The place was small, a single room that held everything someone would need for a few days away from home – a small stove next to an old table with a couple of chairs next to it, and a mattress in the far corner. It was dark inside, and Gojyo could barely make out Sanzo’s face in the gloom.
“A cheerful place this, huh?” he said, trying to lighten the mood. “Sure we can get this sorted in no time!” He moved to the table where he’d seen a small lamp. Fishing his matches from his pocket he went to strike it then stopped when he felt a hand on his arm.
“Don’t,” Sanzo said, as he refused to catch Gojyo’s eye. “I… prefer it dark.”
Gojyo glanced sideways, and then bit back his reply as he caught the look on Sanzo’s face. “Okay, not a problem. Hey, why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the bed? I’m sure there must be some kind of food in here somewhere. We might need to stay here a while so might as well make the best of it!”
He felt Sanzo’s stare on him.
“I’m not an invalid,” he said, scowling, but he turned and made his way over to the mattress regardless, working at the myriad of ties and fastenings that held his outer robes in place. With a sigh of frustration, he pulled the soaking-wet garment over his head and hung it on a hook by the window before settling himself on the bed. Leaning against the wall, he reached for his cigarette packet then swore loudly.
“That’s not language suitable for a monk!” Gojyo shouted from across the room, and Sanzo replied with more of the same.
“You could make yourself useful and give me a cigarette!” he shot back, then closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall.
“Don’t say I never give you anything,” Gojyo said, and Sanzo sat upright with a start to find the other man almost on top of him, a sly grin on his face and an opened pack of cigarettes in his hand.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Sanzo said, but there was no heat in his words as he reached out to pull one from the packet and looked around for his lighter.
Gojyo laughed as he flicked open his own, the bright yellow flame dancing in the gloom. “I don’t know why I bother sometimes,” he said, then grinned. “Actually, I do…” He leant forwards, placed his hands on the wall, and bent down to kiss Sanzo.
“I’m not in the mood,” Sanzo said irritably, pushing the taller man away.
“You always say that.”
“Yeah, that’s because I mean it.”
Gojyo laughed and shook his head, his long hair getting in his eyes. “That’s not what you say when I’m inside you, pinning you to the bed and-“
“SHUT UP!”
There was a moment of silence as the shout rang through the room, and then Gojyo put his hands up.
“Ok, ok… Even I can get that hint,” he said as he looked away from Sanzo’s death glare. “I’m just going outside to… well, I’m sure you know. I’ll be back soon.” He stood up and gave one last glance at the monk, who was sitting staring into the distance of the other side of the room, and he sighed. “Be good while I’m gone.”
He got no reply as he left.
…
Sanzo heard the door open some time later – how much later, he couldn’t say. He lay in the darkness, listening to Gojyo moving around, humming quietly under his breath the way he always did when he was thinking. Usually it annoyed him, and he’d lost count of the number of arguments it had started, but tonight it seemed almost comforting.
He was definitely losing the plot.
The humming get closer and then stopped abruptly as Gojyo got closer to the bed and started to undress. With no light, it was impossible to see even if Sanzo had opened his eyes, and instead his mind helpfully filled in the blanks.
He saw the way Gojyo always looked when he was peeling off his clothes, as if he was some kind of present anyone should be grateful to receive. It both pissed him off and, infuriatingly, turned him on – which pissed him off even more. The stupid idiot knew this, of course, and knew exactly how to push him just so to get him thinking and doing crazy things. He flushed quickly and suddenly realized just how hard he was, just from thinking about the things they’d done.
Just as he tried to focus his energy into something more productive – like sleep – he felt the mattress behind him dip down slightly as Gojyo joined him under the blanket and he lay in the darkness listening to the other man muttering to himself as he wrapped the cover around him, facing into Sanzo’s back. He listened as the breaths behind him became slower and deeper, and he sighed inwardly. There was no way he was going to get to sleep with both his body and his mind distracting him. As he listening to Gojyo’s breathing, he slid a hand down under the cover, skimming over his stomach to rest between his legs, and as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, he stifled a gasp. There would be no end to it if Gojyo caught him in the act, so he tried to limit his movement as he squeezed gently, then slid his hand up and then down, slowly at first, then speeding up gently. He bit his lower lip as he trailed his fingers over his sensitive head, fingers spreading pre-come over his shaft so easily that he had to hold his breath to stop from making a noise.
He paused for a moment, trying to collect his breathing, his pulse hammering in his ears already, and he cursed inwardly as he began to move his hand again with slow, purposeful strokes that left him feeling ready to burst every time he ran his fingers over the tip of his cock to slide down once more. He drew the pad of his thumb over the slit and subconsciously let out a moan as he grabbed his cock tighter and began to work quicker. In the back of his mind, he knew he should be quieter, should be slower, but that voice was too quiet compared to his pleasure-seeking one, which was telling him harder, faster.
As he felt that familiar sensation deep inside, as though he was coming up to the top of a very large mountain and about to fall out of control down the other side, he froze as an arm snaked around his waist and fingers closed around his own.
“Very rude of you, having fun without me,” Gojyo said huskily, his voice thick with hunger.
Sanzo swore even more extravagantly than usual, and tried to pull back, but Gojyo wasn’t letting go.
“Two hands are better than one, after all,” he said as way of explanation, and his breath was hot on the back of Sanzo’s neck as he drew both their hands up and then back down. Sanzo swallowed a cry as Gojyo bit the soft flesh on his neck. “Don’t hold back,” he murmured as his hand worked faster. He felt Sanzo’s hips press forwards and his back arch as he fucked Gojyo’s fist, already wet and sticky, his cock sliding in and out as his body shook with the effort.
“You can let go now,” Gojyo said, and that was all it took for Sanzo to give one last thrust, grinding into Gojyo’s hand as his body tightened and he came with a force that felt like he’d been hit by a storm even greater than the one that still raged outside. It was as if all his energy had left him in that thrust and he sagged back against the mattress, hot and sweaty as he turned his face away, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Hey, I’m not that bad, am I?” Gojyo said as he looked up and saw Sanzo’s flushed face in the gloom. “You didn’t really think you’d get away with that lying next to me, did you?” he smirked.
“What, so it’s my fault now?” Sanzo shot back, annoyed.
Gojyo blinked. “Is it mine?” he asked, inquiringly.
“Well if you weren’t so fucking pretty…” Sanzo began, then stopped abruptly, gave a huff and looked away again. He was just thinking about how to get out of this ridiculous situation when Gojyo interrupted his thoughts.
“Thanks.”
“Huh?” Sanzo said, surprised, as he looked around and saw Gojyo sitting beside him, smiling.
“Well, a compliment from you is rare enough, but after what my looks have put me through…” he trailed off. “Anyways. Thanks.”
“Idiot,” Sanzo mumbled into the pillow. Any remaining energy he’d had was well and truly gone, and he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to move if he needed to. Luckily, he didn’t, and he sighed as he felt Gojyo move to lie behind him, his arm wrapping around his chest to protect him
“Yeah, I suppose I am, to get into this situation” he said into Sanzo’s neck, and he chuckled quietly as he felt Sanzo’s body tighten. “But I suppose I’ll never change.”
Please don’t, Sanzo thought, as he felt himself drift off to sleep.
Rating: R
Posting date: September 8th (and it's still 11:30pm in the UK so I'm on time *lol*)
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Saiyuki. However, I do own many of the wrongs :D
Word Count: 2,032
Summary: In which Sanzo tries to be sneaky, and Gojyo catches him out.
Prompt: Saiyuki, Sanzo/Gojyo: jealousy, masturbation - He’s so fucking pretty.
Beta/enabler/hand-holder:
miki_mooThe rain came out of nowhere, the sky blackening rapidly before seeming to tear in half with a loud roar.
“Quick, this way,” Gojyo said as he grabbed hold of Sanzo’s hand and started to run back into the forest from where they’d come. “I saw a shelter earlier, hidden in the trees - it can’t be too far away. We can shelter in there.”
“That’s nice,” Sanzo said through gritted teeth as he tried to hold his robes up from getting dirty as he ran through ever-increasing puddles, “but do you really need to hold my hand?”
The day had gone from bad to worse – the storms the previous night had left Sanzo awake and thinking too much about everything, so when they heard of reports of trouble in a nearby town over breakfast the following morning he had jumped at the chance to both get away from everyone and do something useful.
At least, that had been the plan. What had actually happened was that Gojyo had decided to come along – even after half an hour of the monk pleading, bribing and stopping just short of a tantrum – who then managed to get them both lost. By the time they reached the town in question, and managed to talk to a few of the inhabitants, they soon realized it had been a false alarm, by which point it was late afternoon and Sanzo had had enough. He all but marched Gojyo back into the forest from which they’d come and had just reached the edge of it when the sky had decided to join in on screwing with him.
“Come on,” Gojyo said, encouragingly, still dragging Sanzo along by his hand. “Almost there!” Sanzo muttered something under his breath, and then stopped as he saw a small outhouse come into view. It looked uninhabited and, more importantly, intact, and he gave one last sigh and ran for the door, pushed it open and they both fell through the door to land in a rather ungainly pile the other side.
“Get off me!” Sanzo scowled as he tried to extricate himself from the tangle of limbs and material. His robes were already soaked, sticking to his skin uncomfortably. He plucked at his sleeve and sighed irritably.
“Hey, at least we’re dry now!” Gojyo said encouragingly as he stood up and started undressing. Sanzo glared at him as he got to his feet.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, we’re soaked through and don’t know about you, but I’m not keen on catching a cold. We should be able to dry off a little at least,” he said as he hung his jacket on the back of a nearby chair and looked around.
The place was small, a single room that held everything someone would need for a few days away from home – a small stove next to an old table with a couple of chairs next to it, and a mattress in the far corner. It was dark inside, and Gojyo could barely make out Sanzo’s face in the gloom.
“A cheerful place this, huh?” he said, trying to lighten the mood. “Sure we can get this sorted in no time!” He moved to the table where he’d seen a small lamp. Fishing his matches from his pocket he went to strike it then stopped when he felt a hand on his arm.
“Don’t,” Sanzo said, as he refused to catch Gojyo’s eye. “I… prefer it dark.”
Gojyo glanced sideways, and then bit back his reply as he caught the look on Sanzo’s face. “Okay, not a problem. Hey, why don’t you make yourself comfortable on the bed? I’m sure there must be some kind of food in here somewhere. We might need to stay here a while so might as well make the best of it!”
He felt Sanzo’s stare on him.
“I’m not an invalid,” he said, scowling, but he turned and made his way over to the mattress regardless, working at the myriad of ties and fastenings that held his outer robes in place. With a sigh of frustration, he pulled the soaking-wet garment over his head and hung it on a hook by the window before settling himself on the bed. Leaning against the wall, he reached for his cigarette packet then swore loudly.
“That’s not language suitable for a monk!” Gojyo shouted from across the room, and Sanzo replied with more of the same.
“You could make yourself useful and give me a cigarette!” he shot back, then closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall.
“Don’t say I never give you anything,” Gojyo said, and Sanzo sat upright with a start to find the other man almost on top of him, a sly grin on his face and an opened pack of cigarettes in his hand.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Sanzo said, but there was no heat in his words as he reached out to pull one from the packet and looked around for his lighter.
Gojyo laughed as he flicked open his own, the bright yellow flame dancing in the gloom. “I don’t know why I bother sometimes,” he said, then grinned. “Actually, I do…” He leant forwards, placed his hands on the wall, and bent down to kiss Sanzo.
“I’m not in the mood,” Sanzo said irritably, pushing the taller man away.
“You always say that.”
“Yeah, that’s because I mean it.”
Gojyo laughed and shook his head, his long hair getting in his eyes. “That’s not what you say when I’m inside you, pinning you to the bed and-“
“SHUT UP!”
There was a moment of silence as the shout rang through the room, and then Gojyo put his hands up.
“Ok, ok… Even I can get that hint,” he said as he looked away from Sanzo’s death glare. “I’m just going outside to… well, I’m sure you know. I’ll be back soon.” He stood up and gave one last glance at the monk, who was sitting staring into the distance of the other side of the room, and he sighed. “Be good while I’m gone.”
He got no reply as he left.
…
Sanzo heard the door open some time later – how much later, he couldn’t say. He lay in the darkness, listening to Gojyo moving around, humming quietly under his breath the way he always did when he was thinking. Usually it annoyed him, and he’d lost count of the number of arguments it had started, but tonight it seemed almost comforting.
He was definitely losing the plot.
The humming get closer and then stopped abruptly as Gojyo got closer to the bed and started to undress. With no light, it was impossible to see even if Sanzo had opened his eyes, and instead his mind helpfully filled in the blanks.
He saw the way Gojyo always looked when he was peeling off his clothes, as if he was some kind of present anyone should be grateful to receive. It both pissed him off and, infuriatingly, turned him on – which pissed him off even more. The stupid idiot knew this, of course, and knew exactly how to push him just so to get him thinking and doing crazy things. He flushed quickly and suddenly realized just how hard he was, just from thinking about the things they’d done.
Just as he tried to focus his energy into something more productive – like sleep – he felt the mattress behind him dip down slightly as Gojyo joined him under the blanket and he lay in the darkness listening to the other man muttering to himself as he wrapped the cover around him, facing into Sanzo’s back. He listened as the breaths behind him became slower and deeper, and he sighed inwardly. There was no way he was going to get to sleep with both his body and his mind distracting him. As he listening to Gojyo’s breathing, he slid a hand down under the cover, skimming over his stomach to rest between his legs, and as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, he stifled a gasp. There would be no end to it if Gojyo caught him in the act, so he tried to limit his movement as he squeezed gently, then slid his hand up and then down, slowly at first, then speeding up gently. He bit his lower lip as he trailed his fingers over his sensitive head, fingers spreading pre-come over his shaft so easily that he had to hold his breath to stop from making a noise.
He paused for a moment, trying to collect his breathing, his pulse hammering in his ears already, and he cursed inwardly as he began to move his hand again with slow, purposeful strokes that left him feeling ready to burst every time he ran his fingers over the tip of his cock to slide down once more. He drew the pad of his thumb over the slit and subconsciously let out a moan as he grabbed his cock tighter and began to work quicker. In the back of his mind, he knew he should be quieter, should be slower, but that voice was too quiet compared to his pleasure-seeking one, which was telling him harder, faster.
As he felt that familiar sensation deep inside, as though he was coming up to the top of a very large mountain and about to fall out of control down the other side, he froze as an arm snaked around his waist and fingers closed around his own.
“Very rude of you, having fun without me,” Gojyo said huskily, his voice thick with hunger.
Sanzo swore even more extravagantly than usual, and tried to pull back, but Gojyo wasn’t letting go.
“Two hands are better than one, after all,” he said as way of explanation, and his breath was hot on the back of Sanzo’s neck as he drew both their hands up and then back down. Sanzo swallowed a cry as Gojyo bit the soft flesh on his neck. “Don’t hold back,” he murmured as his hand worked faster. He felt Sanzo’s hips press forwards and his back arch as he fucked Gojyo’s fist, already wet and sticky, his cock sliding in and out as his body shook with the effort.
“You can let go now,” Gojyo said, and that was all it took for Sanzo to give one last thrust, grinding into Gojyo’s hand as his body tightened and he came with a force that felt like he’d been hit by a storm even greater than the one that still raged outside. It was as if all his energy had left him in that thrust and he sagged back against the mattress, hot and sweaty as he turned his face away, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Hey, I’m not that bad, am I?” Gojyo said as he looked up and saw Sanzo’s flushed face in the gloom. “You didn’t really think you’d get away with that lying next to me, did you?” he smirked.
“What, so it’s my fault now?” Sanzo shot back, annoyed.
Gojyo blinked. “Is it mine?” he asked, inquiringly.
“Well if you weren’t so fucking pretty…” Sanzo began, then stopped abruptly, gave a huff and looked away again. He was just thinking about how to get out of this ridiculous situation when Gojyo interrupted his thoughts.
“Thanks.”
“Huh?” Sanzo said, surprised, as he looked around and saw Gojyo sitting beside him, smiling.
“Well, a compliment from you is rare enough, but after what my looks have put me through…” he trailed off. “Anyways. Thanks.”
“Idiot,” Sanzo mumbled into the pillow. Any remaining energy he’d had was well and truly gone, and he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to move if he needed to. Luckily, he didn’t, and he sighed as he felt Gojyo move to lie behind him, his arm wrapping around his chest to protect him
“Yeah, I suppose I am, to get into this situation” he said into Sanzo’s neck, and he chuckled quietly as he felt Sanzo’s body tighten. “But I suppose I’ll never change.”
Please don’t, Sanzo thought, as he felt himself drift off to sleep.
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