Gojyo settled his weight, resting firmly on Sanzo's torso while still keeping the man's arms in place using his knees. The blonde's legs were unrestrained, but there wasn't much he could do with them- his core was completely grounded.

If Gojyo wasn't so pissed off, he'd be utterly turned on. As it was, he felt a little aroused, but that was buried far beneath the layers of anger and curiosity. He finally had Sanzo helpless and completely at his mercy.

The possibilities were endless.

…Okay, now Gojyo was more than just a little aroused, but he had other important things to deal with. Like ripping Sanzo a new one before the prick hospitalised his entire clientele base. "I'm guessing that you know why I'm here."

Sanzo didn't speak; he didn't move. All attempts at escape ceased and he simply stayed still, as if he could get rid of Gojyo by ignoring him. It was a mediocre plan at best, but the redhead could appreciate Sanzo's force of will.

If it had been Gojyo on the bottom, he would've started with the frottage already. Dammit, why did Sanzo have to be such a cold bastard?

"C'mon, man, you're not getting out of this until I get some answers. You might as well start talking."

"Fuck off and die!"

It was a start, at least, but Gojyo found his patience running out. Why couldn't Sanzo just accept that he'd been bested? Actually…maybe…he needed to feel like he truly had no choice…

Taking his hand off Sanzo's trachea, the redhead reached back and drew the small blade from his shoe. He was playing a dangerous game here, but this might just work…

"Y'know, I'm pretty fuckin' angry with you right now. Do I need to bleed the answers out of you?" Pressing the knife into a pale neck with gentle pressure, enough to dent but not break the skin, Gojyo called upon all the times he'd been asked to dominate a client. Going all-out violent wasn't an option, unless he was planning on being murdered once Sanzo inevitably got free; he had to be forceful without causing any real injury…and the underlying sexual aspect of it didn't hurt, either.

"What d'you say, asshole? Shall I," Gojyo leant further forward, bringing his face closer to Sanzo's while staying out of headbutt range, "cut you? Hurt you? Make you scream in pain? Let me hear your voice."

Sanzo's head snapped around, narrowed eyes looking directly into Gojyo's sadistically amused face. When the redhead's knife moved, the point drawing blood just underneath a pronounced collarbone, Sanzo's left eye twitched. Gojyo wasn't sure if that was a good sign, or a bad one; he needed to push further.

"I'll start easy. Why were you around that alley?" When Sanzo didn't answer after close to a minute, Gojyo began to drag the knife in a shallow line towards the blonde's nipple. It wouldn't scar, and it wouldn't even bleed that much; but the important part was the message it sent.

Gojyo was aware that Sanzo probably knew that he wouldn't actually harm him. The redhead just needed to create the illusion that Sanzo had no choice but to answer; it would mean that the pinned man got to keep most of his pride, which seemed to be the thing holding him back.

"What were you doing there, Sanzo?" The knife returned to the line of Sanzo's neck, resting right where Gojyo was getting desperate to place his lips and tongue. The pale skin was so enticing, and Sanzo's scent was utterly intoxicating…Gojyo wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out before he ravished the man, completed interrogation or no.

Finally, after what felt like aeons of nothing but the sound of breathing, Sanzo growled out the reluctant response, "I was working."

Gojyo managed to hide his shock at getting an actual answer, instead shooting the blonde his most dangerously sexy smirk. "Very good, Sanzo," he purred, "Now, what kind of work was it?"

Sanzo glared, clearly bored of talking already. 'Not good enough, my pissy little friend.'

The knife drew a parallel line down from Sanzo's other collarbone, making blood swell to the surface without spilling too much. From experience, Gojyo knew that a cut that shallow would sting like mad without being truly painful, which was plenty to get the point across.

Still scowling, Sanzo hissed out an answer. "Tailing him. Suspected of selling our secrets."

They might not have been full sentences, but Gojyo was infinitely pleased that he was getting somewhere. Maybe he would be able to dredge up all the answers he wanted before Sanzo realised how hard he was getting…

"One more, and then I'll be happy. Can you do that, Sanzo?"

More glaring. Gojyo pressed the tip of the blade against the hollow of the blonde's throat, leaning even closer until his nose was just centimetres from Sanzo's. "Why did you hurt him?"

Sanzo closed his eyes, turning his face away once again. There was the slightest pick-up in the blonde's breathing, a subtle increase that Gojyo only noticed because of his perch on the man's chest. Goddamn he was beautiful, shirtless and sprawled out on his back, a thin sheen of sweat covering his pale skin, glossy hair spread out behind his head like some sort of halo…

Ah, shit. There was now no possibility of Gojyo hiding his hard-on; the only variable was how long it would take Sanzo to notice.

So far, so good…

Sanzo suddenly looked back into Gojyo's eyes, a deep resignation written all over his face. "Let me up, Gojyo. We both know that the knife is only for show."

Looking down at his hand and the blade, then back into violet eyes, Gojyo smiled again. This time, though, the expression was indulgent rather than falsely cruel. When he spoke, his tone rumbled softly, having lost its dominating edge; the game was over. "Just tell me what happened…please."

Tossing the knife aside, letting it come to rest just near Sanzo's gun, Gojyo resettled his weight onto his knees rather than the blonde's chest. "Please. Just answer."

Sanzo shook his head, a little awkwardly due to his position. "I won't."

Sighing, Gojyo began to shuffle back slightly, hoping to put himself into a position where he could stand up without rubbing himself all over Sanzo. As fun as that would be, it didn't seem like the greatest idea- even if the man had become somewhat docile over the course of his questioning.

Gojyo came to an abrupt halt when something very unexpected started to press rather pleasantly into his ass.

Blinking furiously, the redhead tried to come to grips with his latest discovery. Looking down in shock, he saw that Sanzo was biting his bottom lip, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"You're hard!" Gojyo felt like a complete tool for pointing out the obvious, but he couldn't stop his exclamation. Sanzo's eyes flashed with anger, surely trying to come up with a pointless denial. "I'm n-…"

"Me, too." Smirking, Gojyo tilted his hips and let the blonde feel his arousal, praying that the man would let his little head overrule his big one- just as he must have done on that first night. Trying to signpost his actions as much as possible, Gojyo leant towards Sanzo again, slowly approaching his lips.

Gojyo had moved his knees enough that Sanzo could wrench his arms free, and one palm came to rest on Gojyo's shirt-covered chest. The redhead paused, bracing himself to be shoved backwards. Tensed as he was, he damn near fell straight forward when the fingers twisted in his t-shirt, pulling him down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss- the first the pair had ever shared.

"MMMPHH!" With that eloquent statement, Gojyo knew he was lost. If Sanzo changed his mind now, shit was gonna hit the fan. But, there was still one small doubt in Gojyo's mind: a doubt that might just force him to break this off here and now anyway.

Pulling back, though he almost dived right back in when Sanzo let out the smallest sound of disappointment, Gojyo placed his hand in the middle of the blonde's chest and cleared his throat.

"Sanzo…I need to know. Is this business? Are you going to throw money at me again?" He tried to keep his face blank, but Gojyo could feel worry breaking through ever so slightly. He was horny and he had the man he'd been dreaming about fucking beneath him; so close to the prize, and yet so far…

Beneath him, Sanzo snorted. The sound was mocking, yet it lacked the man's usual malicious edge. "This is probably the worst idea ever, but no. Get the fuck back down here, idiot."

Gojyo thought that he might just rip his face apart, the grin he now sported damn near beginning to hurt. "Whatever you say, prick."

He should've guessed that the Hellcat would be spitting and hissing the entire time, even after giving in to his natural urges. Not many men would be able to get away with something like that; but really, Sanzo was so fuckin' gorgeous that he could've gotten away with nearly anything in Gojyo's eyes.

Sliding backwards, Gojyo pressed his groin directly into Sanzo's, his head tipping back in a crimson curtain as he finally received some friction for his long-suffering erection. Gasping, it suddenly occurred to him that he was more than likely about to be fucked by Sanzo. Sanzo. The man he'd been dancing around for almost a fortnight.

He couldn't have been happier.

Long fingers curled around the back of his neck, almost brutally pulling Gojyo down to recapture his mouth. The tongue that ran across the redhead's bottom lip had him opening his mouth, welcoming the invasion of the wet muscle. Personally, Gojyo wasn't all that experienced at kissing. It was, after all, one of the main rules of prostitution: no making out. He'd picked it up pretty quickly, though, in the few times that he had actually done it.

When Sanzo flipped them over, not breaking the connection of his lips on Gojyo's, the redhead winced as the hard floor pressed painfully into his still-sore ribs. Sanzo noticed Gojyo's tensing, and sat up with a questioning expression on his face.

"Fractured rib…it's a long story. Take me to bed, Sanzo?" Gojyo had never considered himself the sentimental type. It was kinda hard to be, growing up with only one family member who would talk to him, and living the second half of his life by giving out emotionless sex. But here he was, trying to work it so that he could have his first consensual, non-paid fucking in the other man's bed.

He really was getting soft in his old age. Not only the bed thing, but he hadn't managed to chew Sanzo out about what the man had done…although screwing was definitely a more satisfying option.

Sanzo looked uncertain for a moment, as if he was wondering whether he could actually handle the intimacy implied by proper bed sex. He then sighed and rolled his eyes, standing up while pulling Gojyo with him. "Whatever, princess. C'mon."

Heart beating fast in anticipation, Gojyo followed Sanzo across the apartment's main area and up to a closed door. Sanzo pushed through into the room, stopping a few steps in when he realised that the redhead was no longer following.

Turning with a sigh, Sanzo let out the slightest laugh at the sight of Gojyo standing just outside the threshold, head poking inside the room as he looked around in wonder. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Gojyo's head jerked towards the blonde, as if he hadn't realised what he was doing. A little sheepishly, he tried to cover with a vague insult. "Oh, sorry, I just figured that you slept in a little pod or something…maybe a coffin…and that's if you even slept at all."

"Tch, idiot."

Gojyo was suddenly pulled into the room by the front of his t-shirt, which was then unceremoniously yanked over his head. He only just gathered the clarity of mind to raise his arms and let the material leave his torso, before stepping forward as Sanzo threw the shirt aside. Linking his hands behind the blonde's neck, arms thrown over his shoulders, Gojyo pressed the length of his upper body to Sanzo's. Bending his head down to kiss the man once more, Gojyo lost himself in the feeling of smooth, pale skin, and a cigarette-tainted mouth thoroughly claiming his own.

Moulding himself further into Sanzo, pressing his thigh between the blonde's own, Gojyo pulled his mouth away and latched it onto the neck he had been so completely entranced with earlier. He was careful, though, to keep his mouth away from the dried-out lines of blood slightly lower down. Running his tongue over Sanzo's pulse point, the redhead experienced an inexplicable burst of pride as he felt the quickly-thudding area, and knew that he was the one who caused the aloof man's heart to beat so quickly.

Sanzo moaned at the feeling of Gojyo's tongue, one of his hands moving to press into red hair as its partner slid down to flick open the other man's belt. Hand trembling ever so slightly from unfulfilled need, he quickly undid the button and zipper on Gojyo's loose cargo shorts. As they dropped down of their own accord, Sanzo vaguely noted that Gojyo must have previously ditched his shoes elsewhere, though this was quickly overshadowed by the far more interesting discovery that the redhead had obviously decided against underwear that day.

An impressively-sized, rock-hard erection stood proud from a base of dark red curls; obviously, the hair colour was natural. Sanzo hadn't really checked on that first night, though he had wondered.

It was only here, at the point of no return, that Sanzo could truly be honest with himself. He didn't give a fuck about the fact that Gojyo was- usually- a whore; the man was beautiful, and Sanzo wanted him. Badly.

And if Gojyo didn't stop doing that with his tongue, he was going to find himself thrown onto the bed with Sanzo's cock up his ass in approximately three-point-four seconds.

Luckily for him, the redhead left off Sanzo's neck, instead dropping to his knees and smoothly opening Sanzo's suit pants. He nuzzled at the precome-damp spot on the man's light-coloured briefs, smiling at the muffled groan that Sanzo let out. The intimate smell of the blonde's most private area made his head spin, and he couldn't take it anymore: practically ripping Sanzo's underwear away, Gojyo finally got to engulf the man's cock with his mouth, one hand subconsciously creeping down to simultaneously stroke his own dick.

"Fuck…you're good at that…" Gojyo had to release himself at Sanzo's panted exclamation; otherwise he really was going to 'release himself'. Sliding his lips along the blonde's shaft a few times, keeping his suction as perfect as he could, Gojyo eventually pulled back as Sanzo moaned in annoyance at the loss.

Standing up, he pressed the length of his body against the pale man once again. "I can't wait any more, gorgeous…I need you to fuck me."

Gojyo let out a very un-manly shriek as hands gripped his waist, Sanzo using unexpected strength to toss the taller man down onto the bed. Pressing his lower half onto Gojyo's, he looked down mockingly. "And just what in the Hell was that?'

Flashing a grin, Gojyo ran his hands up Sanzo's sides before answering. "I was just getting into the role of the woman. I'm assuming that you're gonna be screwing me, and not the other way 'round."

Sanzo nodded sharply in agreement, a small smile spreading across his face. Gojyo could be an annoying little prick, but he also seemed like the human incarnate of eroticism. This was going to be a lot of fun…

Grinding down onto Gojyo's crotch, Sanzo reached across to his dresser, pulling open a drawer and bringing out his usual necessities: condoms and lube. Pulling himself upright with one long, slow slide of his body against tanned flesh, Sanzo quickly rolled a condom onto his aching cock before trying to figure out where he'd set down the lubricant.

When Gojyo's slick hands ran unexpectedly up his latex-covered erection, Sanzo couldn't help but cant his hips forward. The sensation of long fingers dancing over tender flesh; it was breathtaking.

Gojyo let go of the blonde's erection, lying back as the afternoon light poured in through a large window, making Sanzo's skin glisten with sweat. He was...beautiful.

Lifting Gojyo's leg, Sanzo pressed forward until the limb was sitting over his shoulder. The redhead's natural flexibility made it easy for him to still lie comfortably, and he opened his body to a waiting Sanzo. "Do it, gorgeous."

In a single smooth stroke, Sanzo entered Gojyo's willing body, encountering minimal resistance along the way. He forced his mind away from thoughts of why penetration had happened so easily, instead focusing on the rhythmically blissful clenching that Gojyo was performing. Moaning deeply, he began to thrust, growing from small strokes to long, hard slides inside Gojyo's body.

"God, Sanzo…Ah!" Gojyo damn near yelled as the blonde angled his thrusts, sliding right over his prostate and causing a flash of white stars in front of his eyes. He was already so tightly wound up; they both were. This first time wasn't going to last for long, but it was only the afternoon. Gojyo would have bet money that they were going to screw a few more times before the end of the coming night.

The redhead could already feel Sanzo's hips beginning to stutter slightly, waves of pleasure coursing through him as surely as they were through Gojyo. It was good to know that Sanzo wasn't going to last very long, either.

"Sanzo…touch me…" Gojyo heard himself coming close to begging, but he didn't give a flying fuck. When a pale hand wrapped around his cock, it took massive amounts of willpower not to come right then. Breathing hard, Gojyo thrust up to meet the slide of both Sanzo's hand and his dick, tangling both hands in shining hair as he pulled the man down for another searing kiss.

It didn't take long for Gojyo to break the kiss, needing to gasp to get some oxygen back into his body. "I'm…I'm almost t-there…fuck, Sanzo, yesss…"

When Sanzo's hand involuntarily sped up around his cock, Gojyo lost the very last of his control and arched against the mattress. He felt himself falling, slamming downwards into nothingness as he found his release with an ear-splitting scream.

The muscles tightening around Sanzo, along with the utter sex appeal of Gojyo's raw cry, had the blonde instinctively pushing himself as deep as he could inside the other man, his cock jerking as it spilt inside its latex sheath. However, Sanzo didn't yell; he merely let out the quietest of breaths, the exhalation barely forming the two-syllable name of the man beneath him.

Holding his body as still as he could until his cock had finished spurting, only vaguely aware of the spreading stickiness between pale and tanned stomachs, Sanzo eventually pulled himself out of Gojyo- much to the redhead's disappointment. Sanzo kept Gojyo's leg in the air, though, slowly lowering it so that Gojyo didn't hurt himself; a gesture that didn't go unnoticed, even if the redhead made no mention of it.

Rolling over to lie next to Gojyo, both men panting heavily, Sanzo reached down to remove and tie off the condom, tossing it in the general direction of a rubbish bin. Despite the fact that he was very nearly blissed out of his mind, Sanzo couldn't help but grumble when Gojyo began twisting himself around the blonde.

"S'too hot for that…and we're sticky. Get the fuck off."

"Suck it up. Shower later; 'm tired now. You'll live for an hour or so."

Dropping his head to the side to glare half-heartedly at Gojyo, Sanzo lost the annoyed expression when he caught sight of the redhead, curled up against him with the most self-satisfied expression Sanzo had ever seen. He made sure to keep his tone as insulting as he could, though.

"Someone looks ridiculously pleased with themselves."

Gojyo cracked one eye open, its bright scarlet colour still somewhat astounding to Sanzo. If the hair was real, the eyes had to be contacts.

"Of course I am," Gojyo paused, yawning, "That was the first time I've ever screwed someone and not been paid in one way or another."

Sanzo's eyes widened as the meaning of that sank in. There was so much that he couldn't even begin to guess about his current bedmate…

When he was entirely certain that Gojyo was asleep, the sound of his breathing having evened out, Sanzo wrapped his arm around Gojyo's bare form without any regard to the afternoon heat. Looking down at the lanky man, he whispered his response to Gojyo's question- the one he hadn't answered.

"I was…jealous."

***SANZO! What the Hell? You weren't supposed to give in yet! Son of a bitch, this is what happens when I write while listening to HIM's cover of 'Rendezvous with Anus' (yes, really)…but then again, how many more improbable 'so, we meet again' scenarios could I throw these two in? Don't worry, though, I still can't see this ending soon. Every time I answer one plot issue (such as getting past Sanzo's constant state of denial), a few more pop up in its place. Fan-tucking-fastic.***