A/N This is a slight-yaoi soon-to-be-smut fanfic. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's as simple as that. If you want to flame, I will consider you a flamer and therefore believe that you must love this.
And a special thanks goes out to my lovable buffer, who made this fic nice and shiny.
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki or any of it's yummy characters (or un-yummy characters...but they don't matter as much). If I did own them, though, more of this would be going on.
So now, without further ado I present:
It All Started With a Backrub
'Damn it all to hell. How'd I get stuck rooming with this uptight son of a bitch?' Gojyo thought as he reclined on the bed, propping his feet on the end-board. He glanced over to the TV and watched Goku beating Sanzo's ass in some video game. 'How the monkey got 'im to play that game, I'll never know.'
"YOSH!" Goku yelled punching the air as he yet again beat Sanzo who was, by the way, looking very disgruntled at this moment.
"Urusai, bakasaru!"
Goku awaited the inevitable smack of the the fan, and when it didn't come he chanced a sideways glance at his keeper. There sat Sanzo, motionless, trying to control a pained grimace, with his arm on its way to retrieve the harisen.
"Oi, Sanzo...you okay?"
At hearing this Gojyo sat up to get a better view of the two on the floor, "Hey baldy, what's a matter?" Gojyo smirked, "you look a little sore...rough night?"
A death-glare set firmly on his face, Sanzo turned to face Gojyo. Bad idea. A jolt of pain shot down his spine, causing his eyes to widen and his jaw to drop in a silent scream. A slight gasp was the only sound the monk could muster. Goku looked over at the sound.
"What're you looking at?" He snapped as best he could. Goku adverted his eyes, staring at the floor.
"Gomen'nasai, Sanzo..." Goku looked up, finding an excuse to escape Sanzo's glare, "I bet Hakkai is worried about me...I'm gonna go see." He stood up and his face brightened. "Maybe he'll even take me to get food!" With that he bounded out the door and down the hallway.
"Oi, monk...I can help with your problem." Gojyo said after a few moments of silence.
"You are my problem."
"I meant your pain. Duh."
"No."
"It'll feel good," Gojyo smirked, "I promise."
"No!"
"C'mon," Gojyo said as he slid off the bed and positioned himself behind Sanzo. "Get on your stomach," and with that he pushed Sanzo forward, forcing the monk to lay down.
"Ah! What the hell do you think you're doing, kappa?!?"
"Helping."
"Like hell you are!" he said attempting to move but Gojyo pushed him back down and straddled the his hips.
"Stop fussing and relax." Gojyo whispered in his ear as he began to knead the monk's back with his knuckles.
"Aah, the hell are you doing?!" Sanzo barked when Gojyo pushed into his knotted muscles, "Christ it feels lik-" pain stopped his words short; Goyjo pushed harder to shut him up. Sanzo relaxed, or tried to at least, and at some point he began to enjoy it. He could feel the pain in his muscles start to melt away and couldn't hold back the small moan that erupted in his throat. Gojyo pushed hard but the pain was-- Damn, it hurt so good. He could hear Gojyo chuckling as he dug and twisted the heel of his hand around the monk's back. A loud groan emanated from deep inside the monk's throat at the harsh maneuvers.
"Looks like someone likes it rough," Gojyo said with a smirk. He slid up, repositioning himself so he was now sitting on Sanzo's ass.
Sanzo didn't care to notice this as Gojyo placed his hands on the middle of the his back and leaned forward. The monk's spine gave several loud pops and he had to bite his lip to silence himself. Gojyo moved his hands up Sanzo's slim back continuing to add more weight as he went. When his hands reached the monk's shoulders, he wrapped his fingers around them and dug his thumbs into the muscle. Sanzo groaned. No amount of lip-biting could hold that back, damn. Gojyo worked his way down and back up, smirking at Sanzo's futile attempts to keep quiet. When he returned to the monk's neck he pushed his thumbs into the kinks again (just to make the bastard groan) and swirled them around to ease the muscles.
To Goyjo's supreme amusement, Sanzo continued to fail to keep his moaning in check. He knew that this shouldn't feel so good (he had a perverted kappa sitting on his ass for cryin' out loud), but his throat had a mind of its own. He was even beginning to bite his own hand now in a vain attempt to not enjoy this as much as possible.
Gojyo couldn't hold back the devilish grin that spread across his face as he listened to the monk beneath him. Slowly, he eased up on the massage and ran his hands down that perfect slim back laid out before him. He felt a shiver of delight rack through the body under him.
"Hhhhnnnnh" Sanzo sighed in contentment. This was the most relaxed that his body had ever felt, "mmm...Gojyo," he moaned, "more." Sanzo's eyes snapped open. Did he just moan Gojyo's name? No...he couldn't have. He shifted a bit under the weight on top of him, and couldn't help but let out a small gasp; there is no way a message should have done that.
Gojyo sat on top of Sanzo, stunned. He didn't hear what he thought he just heard...did he? Not only did Sanzo moan his name, but he was begging too. That wasn't like him at all. "Okay, baldy...I think we're done here," He stood, offering his hand to Sanzo to help him up.
Sanzo looked up tentatively, standing could be awkward at the moment. He decided quickly that just laing there would be suspicious, so slowly he brought his hand up as well. Gojyo grasped it and pulled him up. Now all Sanzo had to do was move his robes to cover... his... wait a minute... Fuck! Sanzo's hands flew to his waist, searching for his robes. Not good. His eyes scanned the room hastily until they found them. Sure enough his robes were draped over a chair at the table. He looked over to Gojyo who was still holding his wrist. His eyes were wide and staring down at the monk's new problem. A smirk started to form once again on his face. Good to know all of the priest's parts were working.
"I can help you with that problem, too."