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Sanzo never gave a damn about his birthday. He had never celebrated it, not seeing the point in wasting precious time for something so trivial. But, it seemed some curious people wanted to know.
"So when is your birthday?" Gojyo asked as they pulled into town.
"November 1st," Sanzo answered, figuring if he answered quickly, Gojyo would drop it.
"That's today!" Goku exclaimed. "We should celebrate with cake!"
"No. No celebrating," Sanzo grumbled.
"Hey, don't be like that," Gojyo said. He leaned over the seat of the jeep and rested his chin on Sanzo's shoulder. "Besides, I've got a great idea."
"Your great ideas usually get us in trouble," Sanzo said, smacking him in the face with his fan. "Now get off me, kappa."
Gojyo hopped out of the jeep as it slid to a halt in front of the hotel. "I'm going to go make some arrangements for tonight. You are going to celebrate tonight, whether you like it or not."
Sanzo sighed. Well, it wouldn't hurt, he supposed. Then again, it was Gojyo…
"Don't worry, Sanzo," Hakkai said. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it won't be so bad."
(INSERT BREAK HERE)
Nope, this is not bad at all, Sanzo thought. This is horrible.
Not only did Gojyo take him to a brothel but a gay brothel. As Gojyo led him inside, he was already deciding on a good way to break free while wounding Gojyo somehow in the process.
"Now, now, Sanzo. I know you've never been to one of these places but no need to act so skittish," Gojyo said, guiding him through a throng of scantily clad men and their customers until he reached a closed off area.
It was surrounded by a red curtain and was completely secluded from the rest of the floor and it was covered in soft silk pillows and thick blankets. No one was there however and Sanzo felt himself relax, just slightly.
"I have some nice guys picked out for us so-" Gojyo started.
"Two things, you dirty kappa," Sanzo growled. "I thought you liked women?"
"I can go for both," Gojyo said with a nonchalant shrug as he sat down, forcing Sanzo to do the same.
"And what made you assume I did too?" Sanzo continued.
"Just a guess. Then again, you don't come off being either straight or gay but I just can't see you with a woman," Gojyo explained.
"And you can with a man?" he demanded.
Gojyo smirked. "Sorry, monk. It's the truth. But just out of curiosity, what are you? Did I get it right?"
Sanzo stared at him blankly. "Gojyo, as it is obvious you haven't gotten it through that thick water filled skull of yours, I am a virgin. I have had no sexual experience whatsoever, nor did I plan on ever having any. This has to be one of the biggest mistakes of your short life."
Gojyo's smirk died. "Holy shit. I screwed up, didn't I?" "Yes. Now can we leave?" Sanzo demanded.
"Uh…hold on two seconds. Stay right there, please," Gojyo muttered. "Just trust me."
"Hah. Trust you? Why should I trust-"
But Gojyo had already darted out of the secluded area and into the rest of the room, leaving Sanzo sitting alone surrounded by black silk pillows. With a frustrated sigh, he fell back on the pillows, deciding that they were comfy enough and letting his eyes slip close, just a bit. It would help if he calmed down a bit before Gojyo returned.
As if on cue, the red head walked back in, carrying two tubes in his hand which he laid down on the floor before sitting beside Sanzo's head.
"So, since I totally fucked up and thought you weren't a virgin, I'm going to treat you personally. No sex, just some relaxation stuff," Gojyo told him.
"I'm a freaking priest, Gojyo. Why the hell did you think I wouldn't be a virgin?" Sanzo snapped, sitting up and glaring at him with purple eyes.
"Well priests aren't supposed to smoke, drink, or use guns either, are they?" Gojyo snapped back. "Now just relax and let me make it up to you, alright?"
Sanzo sighed and stared at his lap. "Fine. Whatever. But only because if I don't agree you'll throw a fit."
Gojyo just sighed before grabbing one of the tubes that contained massage oil. "Take off your shirt," he ordered.
Sanzo looked over his shoulder to glare at him. "What the hell happened to no sex?"
"It's a massage, Sanzo. Calm down," Gojyo grumbled.
Sanzo turned back around and quickly yanked the shirt off, revealing a well toned chest and back, the muscles unbelievably tense; so much that he could see it even in the flickering light that was provided. He rubbed the oil between his hands to warm it up and then ran them down Sanzo's back, feeling the muscles quiver beneath his touch, but he knew it wasn't from pleasure. More fear then anything else.
"Relax, Sanzo," Gojyo murmured, moving his hands up to Sanzo's shoulders. "I'm not gonna hurt you. You at least trust me that much, right?"
"Look where we are, Gojyo. Why the hell would I trust you?"
"Remember that relaxing thing I mentioned? Do it." As he spoke, he dug his thumbs into the tense muscles, massaging expertly.
"Gojyo!" Sanzo hissed.
"Relax."
"It hurts to," Sanzo continued.
Gojyo relented a bit, making his touch lighter and smoother. "If it hurts to relax, you're under way too much pressure, droopy eyes."
"I wonder why," Sanzo replied dryly.
"We are celebrating your birthday from now on. It's probably gonna end up being the only day you let any of this tension go."
Sanzo let his head fall forward, the muscles in his neck and shoulders untangling from the knot they seemed to have been trapped in. Gojyo as aware of the lull Sanzo seemed to be slipping into and he smirked. It was good to know Sanzo trusted him enough to let his defenses fall, even if only a little.
"Have you ever celebrated your birthday before?" Gojyo asked.
"No. I find it pointless," Sanzo replied.
"Is this pointless?" Gojyo asked softly. "What you feel now?"
"Yes." That hurt. "I will only be tense again tomorrow."
Gojyo sighed. "All you have to do is ask. I'll do this anytime you want."
Sanzo didn't reply at first, remaining instead stubbornly silent. He didn't know whether to lie or tell the truth, gauging Gojyo's reaction to each of his ideas. Finally, he spoke.
"We'll see." Perfect. Straight down the middle. Not a no, not a yes, which meant he had no commitment to each and he had room to change his mind…which wasn't going to happen.
"That basically means no for you," Gojyo sighed. "But hey, your muscles."
Sanzo didn't reply to this either, closing his eyes as Gojyo's hands slipped down to his back, palming the large muscles and setting to work at the knots. They remained silent for the rest of the massage and as he finished, Gojyo spoke.
"So…you're a virgin…" he murmured. "You wanna stay that way?"
"Gojyo," Sanzo started warningly.
"I'm being serious. Just answer," Gojyo ordered.
"I don't plan on keeping it or losing it," Sanzo replied.
"Stop giving me such vague answers," Gojyo grumbled.
"Why do you want to know?"
Gojyo slipped his arms around Sanzo's stomach and rested his chin on his shoulder. "I love you, Genjo Sanzo."
All at once, the muscles he had worked so hard to relax tensed up and he struggled with the sudden rush of feelings that washed over him. Perhaps, not feelings, more of just one feeling. Shock. When that died away, fear took its place, seizing a hold of him and forcing him to act on it, shoving Gojyo away abruptly and quickly putting distance between them.
Gojyo stared at Sanzo with a sheepish look in his eyes. "Knew I shouldn't have said that. I knew you'd freak out like this. And now you'll say that you aren't freaking out and then you'll get all mad at me and things will be awkward between us forever and Hakkai will smile and just ignore it and Goku will continue complaining as usual."
Sanzo realized that Gojyo was right on the mark. That was exactly what would happen…unless he calmed down and didn't say anything stupid.
"Why do you say you…love…me?" Sanzo demanded.
"Because I do. I love everything about you, including your temper and your moodiness. It makes you…Genjo Sanzo," Gojyo said quietly.
"Don't say that name!" Sanzo hissed.
"What? Genjo?"
"Yes! That," Sanzo growled. "Just stay the hell away from me."
Gojyo grabbed Sanzo's arm before he could move and quickly pinned him to the ground, pressing their lips together roughly, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he could convey everything necessary into that one touch. Sanzo had gone still beneath him, staring at him with wide purple eyes.
Gojyo let his slip close, pressing their lips together more firmly and slipping his tongue between Sanzo's lips, tentatively touching Sanzo's. Sanzo started to shove him away then, and Gojyo let him, knowing he had already over stepped his bounds.
"Gojyo…" Sanzo started.
"Sorry. I'll never do it again," Gojyo said quickly. "We can leave now, if you want to."
"Do it again," Sanzo said quietly, staring down at his lap.
"Excuse me?"
"Don't make me repeat myself."
Gojyo stared for a few more seconds and then moved closer, tilting Sanzo's head up and pressing their lips together again, softer this time and giving Sanzo time to respond in whichever way he chose. The blond haired monk tentatively moved his lips against Gojyo's, awkwardly at first, but Gojyo led him along expertly, slipping his tongue in after Sanzo had relaxed.
Sanzo hesitantly moved his tongue to dance with Gojyo's, letting the red haired kappa push him onto his back against the silk pillows, stretching out above him. The kiss grew deeper and more heated as Gojyo ran a hand down Sanzo's pale chest, caressing it gently, making Sanzo writhe beneath the touch, unsure of how to react to it. He tensed again as Gojyo gently tweaked a dusky nipple but Gojyo was already moving away from it, sensing that Sanzo wasn't quite ready for that.
He took his mouth away from Sanzo's and moved to his neck, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses to the skin, delighting in the slightly muffled groan he received. Sanzo had shoved his knuckles into his mouth to try and muffle the sound and Gojyo lightly gripped his wrist, retracting the hand as he pulled away from the flushed skin.
"I want to hear you, Sanzo. I want to hear your beautiful voice," he whispered softly. "Please."
Sanzo tried to relax again as Gojyo moved to his chest, kissing each inch of skin that he came across, lightly tonguing at the nipples before continuing on his way down.
-.-
The two collapsed against each other, breaking the kiss and panting as they both came down from the high. Sanzo slowly registered what he had done and groaned, this time in annoyance.
"I can't believe I did that," he mumbled.
"Do you regret it?" Gojyo asked softly, running his fingers through sweat soaked blond locks.
Sanzo bit back his immediate and harsh reply of 'yes', instead thinking it through. Did he regret? Did he regret how wonderful it felt to have Gojyo within him? Did he regret how he loved the feeling of being one with another person, letting another person see him at his weakest, see him overcome with pleasure, see him shuddering and gasping with delight? Did he regret any of it?
"No," he finally whispered, pressing his face into Gojyo's shoulder.
"Good. I would feel terrible if you did," Gojyo confessed. "I do love you."
Sanzo didn't reply. Gojyo hadn't been expecting him to. He knew it would take awhile for Sanzo to say the words that he had most likely never spoke to another person, not even his master. So instead, he kissed Sanzo's temple and held him closer. He wouldn't ever let him go. Not for anything.
