***Second last chapter! I'm planning on having this story finished by Festivus, so look out for the final part on Friday. It'll be a Festivus Miracle! Or, if you're not down with the cool kids, I guess calling it an early Christmas present will do.
Also, I just noticed that this is chapter 53. Appropriate, certainly.***
Gojyo buried a hand in Sanzo's hair, tilting the man's head a little so he could deepen the kiss as much as possible. There were so many emotions running through him at once: shock, excitement, happiness, love and arousal, to name a few.
All his frustration and anger had melted away the moment he'd heard that dryly sarcastic tone, and now he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to stop touching the gorgeous man. But, if he understood Sanzo's offer right, there would be no more random disappearances for the blonde's part.
He didn't understand why Sanzo was here, or how he'd apparently landed himself in charge of an entire gang, but it didn't matter: Sanzo was here, and he'd asked Gojyo to stay with him. Of all the scenarios Gojyo had imagined for their reunion, that was something he hadn't even dared to hope for. He'd expected to spend days- if not weeks- trying to convince the blonde that they really should be together.
But here he was, practically tongue-fucking Sanzo's mouth as he lightly ground his hips against the other man. The blonde had found him, and practically even admitted that he trusted Gojyo over all the other possible seconds he could have chosen.
The redhead couldn't have asked for anything more. Well…maybe one more thing…
Reluctantly pulling away from Sanzo's mouth, Gojyo leant forward to scatter quick kisses along the blonde's pale neck, lightly sucking up a mark or two. Sanzo was obviously trying to maintain his composure, but his faint panting and the bulge that Gojyo could feel under his ass were clear giveaways as to the blonde's real feelings.
"Sanzo," the redhead husked out against the other man's neck, "I want you to fuck me."
"Not here," Sanzo said, his hands gripping tighter around Gojyo's waist as he tried to lift the man off him. Gojyo wasn't having any of that, and he bit down right on the junction of neck and shoulder. Sanzo let out a staggered gasp that he quickly tried to hide, and Gojyo smirked as he released the skin and pressed his lips to it.
"Yes, here. Please, Sanzo, just bend me over your desk. You know you want to…" Letting his hand trail down from the back of the blonde's neck, Gojyo ran his fingers down Sanzo's dark button-up until he could cup the man's groin, gently squeezing and rubbing the slowly growing bulge.
"C'mon," he wheedled again before taking Sanzo's lips with his own. When the blonde pulled back, Gojyo frowned at him before reaching in to start unbuttoning Sanzo's shirt. The man slapped his hands away, making Gojyo grumble from the back of his throat.
"Shut up," the blonde muttered as his hands slipped beneath Gojyo's thighs. It was a little disconcerting how easily the blonde lifted him back onto the desk, but Gojyo had lost a bit of weight since his time in the hospital. He made a mental note to find a new gym, but he didn't really care about that when Sanzo pushed him down onto his back, the blonde leaning over him and shoving the bottom of his T-shirt up.
Gojyo grabbed the desk and scooted himself to the edge, spreading his legs so that Sanzo could get closer. The blonde took up the invitation and bent down to quickly press his lips against Gojyo's abdominals, his pale hands easily undoing the man's jeans. He stepped back so that the redhead could close his legs, and the pants were soon dropped beside the desk.
Gojyo propped himself up on one elbow, his free hand sliding along where his stomach had been bared by his pushed-up shirt. He gently grabbed his hard cock, letting his fingers splay along the length as he teased himself.
The look in Sanzo's purple eyes was positively scorching, making Gojyo smirk with satisfaction. He spread his legs wider again and let his dick fall against his stomach so that he could beckon the blonde man closer. Sanzo pushed his own pants and underwear to the ground but didn't move forward; instead, he crouched down and began rustling through one of the desk drawers.
Gojyo sat up properly, letting his legs dangle off the edge of the wood as he tried to figure out what Sanzo was doing. When the man straightened up, a familiar square package and a sealed bottle of lube in his hand, Gojyo couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, somebody came prepared!"
Sanzo looked down at him, an unimpressed look on his face. "The previous owner of this place was a fucking pervert. He left shit like this everywhere."
Gojyo grinned as he rested back on his elbows again, drawing his long legs up until his feet were pressed against the edge of the desk. "I guess I should thank him, then."
"Unlikely," Sanzo muttered. Gojyo didn't get the chance to ask anything more: Sanzo was as quick and efficient in his movements as ever, his dick covered in latex before Gojyo could try to figure out what the statement had meant.
Even though he was expecting it, the redhead gave a slight shudder at the feeling of cold lube against his entrance. Two slick fingers were slowly sliding into him, readying him for what that he'd been wanting for weeks. Gojyo bucked into the intrusion, but that only caused Sanzo to pull away; letting out a frustrated groan, the younger man let his back fall against the desk, his head tipping slightly over the far edge of the wood.
More slightly wet sounds told Gojyo that Sanzo was slicking up his erection, and a smile spread across his face as he felt his breath start to come faster. It wasn't very often that he'd ever wanted to be fucked this badly, and he was revelling in the feeling.
Sanzo was definitely one in seven billion.
A hand slid under his hip, and Gojyo tilted his lower half up as much as he could. The desk wasn't quite the perfect height for this sort of thing, but it didn't feel too awkward as the head of Sanzo's cock slipped inside him, Gojyo letting his head fall further back as he gasped at the sensation of Sanzo sliding home.
It was obvious that Sanzo wanted this as much as Gojyo, if the way he barely paused before pulling back and setting up a steady, pounding rhythm was any indication.
With a low moan, Gojyo reached back to grab the edge of the desk in an attempt to keep himself as still as possible. He wanted to feel every thrust and slide, without his body moving away from Sanzo's at the slightest movement. He started to go for his cock with his other hand, but slim fingers got there before he could and he groaned in bliss.
It had been so long since he'd had sex that Gojyo soon found himself losing control, the need to come nearly unbearable. He was holding the edge of the desk in a white-knuckled grip, mouth wide open as grunts and groans filled the air. Forcing his eyes open, he looked over at Sanzo and felt his cock jerk even more: the blonde's eyes were closed, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of his face that flew away when he dropped his head forward.
One of Gojyo's legs made its way onto Sanzo's shoulder, his body instinctively pushing back into every thrust. The fingers sliding up and down his dick suddenly paused, only to tighten ever so slightly. Gojyo's back arched away from the desk as he let out a loud groan.
Gojyo was done: Sanzo's hand kept gently squeezing his erection as he came, the warm liquid spilling across his groin and the blonde's fingers. Panting hard, Gojyo relaxed bonelessly against the hard wood, barely able to feel the slight ache in his back. His fingers let go of the desk's edge as Sanzo kept fucking him, the redhead now unable to do anything about the way his body slid with every thrust.
That was stopped when a slightly sticky hand grabbed his hip, Sanzo holding him down as the man's thrusts got harder and faster. Slight ripples of pleasure were running through the redhead's body, quiet moans coming from him as he simply laid back and took it.
Typically, Sanzo stayed nearly completely silent; the only warning Gojyo got before the blonde came was the fingers on his hips tightening, Sanzo slamming home one last time as he exhaled loudly and slumped forward.
The blonde stayed that way for a few moments more, and Gojyo could barely open his eyes. He felt Sanzo move away, could hear the man moving around, but by the time he could sit up the blonde was firmly positioned in the office chair. Shifting forward, Gojyo bent until his elbows were resting on his knees, his hair falling over his eyes as he grinned up at the rather dishevelled-looking blonde.
"Holy shit," he breathed out, reaching forward to ask for the cigarette that Sanzo had just lit. The blonde stared at him for a moment but reluctantly handed it over, pulling out another for himself and lighting that, too.
"I suppose you could say that," Sanzo responded in a measured voice that made it sound like he'd only been doing paperwork, instead of fucking another man over his desk. Gojyo just laughed, taking another drag on his cigarette and running a hand through his slightly sweaty hair.
"I fuckin' love you, blondie."
"So you've mentioned."
Dokugakuji was frustrated out of his mind. No one at all seemed to know anything about where Gojyo had gone, let alone where Sanzo had disappeared to. He was getting worried about his brother: this city was barely safe for anyone, let alone ex-prostitutes who were related to powerful men. It had been almost a month since he'd last seen Gojyo, and that wasn't a good sign.
He had all his most trusted subordinates on the lookout, but it was a big place. They couldn't be everywhere at once, and Gojyo seemed to have an uncanny ability to stay hidden. Hopefully that meant he could stay away from anyone who meant to hurt him, as well.
The sound of his intercom crackling to life stopped Dokugakuji's pacing, the man walking over to sit at his desk.
"Mister Dokugakuji?"
"Yes, Yaone?"
"Your two o'clock is here."
"Alright, send 'em up." Dropping his head into his hand, Dokugakuji sighed. Most days, he felt more like an office worker than a hardened criminal. He had so many different areas to look after that he rarely got to find a good fight anymore. But with the constant threats of takeovers and looming rebellions, he ended up in meeting after meeting about all number of random things.
He could barely remember what this current appointment was about. Everything was rolling into one big mess of boredom, broken up only by the occasional bout of worry. At least that added a bit of flavour, he supposed.
There was a knock at the door, and Doku raised his head. "Come in."
Two men entered the room, their suits well-tailored and neatly pressed. Doku figured that they must have been fairly high up the chain, then: grunts were never that well-presented. At least that meant his time probably wasn't going to be wasted here.
He gestured to the seats in front of him. "Sit down."
The men obeyed, staying silent for a moment before one spoke up. "We're here on behalf of the leader in Arnhem. It's a city about…"
"I know where it is," Doku growled, his patience quickly being tested. His organisation was already big enough: if they were going to propose something that would give him more boring shit to deal with, he wasn't going to say yes. The man who had been speaking cleared his throat, continuing on with his speech.
"Yes, well…the boss wants to make a truce, of sorts. Something to make smuggling between states a little easier on the both of you."
"I don't get much trouble as it is. If your little boss can't handle his own business, what makes you think I want him draggin' me down?" Maybe he'd been wrong about this not being a waste of time. Smaller groups were always trying to ride on his coattails, and he'd learned early on that it was rarely worth indulging them. Besides…
"And who's this boss of yours, anyway? Why would we need a truce when we're so far apart that we never interact?"
The other man, who had been silent so far, spoke up. "The boss doesn't want his identity getting out if you refuse his offer. He just took power, so he's been staying fairly underground."
Doku levelled a hard stare at one man, then the other. He couldn't see any reason to take this offer, and he told the goons as much. They glanced at each other, then one sat forward in his chair.
"The boss knows where Gojyo Sha is."
Quick as a flash, Doku was standing with his palms flat on the table.
"Is this blackmail? If he's hurt, I swear to God that I will tear your fuckin' piece of shit city apart."
The men remained calm, but Doku felt his anger growing. Before he could reach breaking point, though, a photograph was slid across the desk. "Your brother is fine. He isn't being held against his will, he's just been spotted around the city and, due to his prior association with our boss, the two have met up. This photo was taken two days ago."
Glaring at the men a second or two longer, Doku reached for the photo. There was no question that the man was Gojyo, and to Doku's relief he looked healthy and happy. He was still a little suspicious, though.
"How do I know this isn't gonna be an ambush? Walking into unknown territory to meet some mysterious boss seems like a bad idea to me."
"You can decline if you want, it'll be no skin off the boss' nose. But your brother is reluctant to come back here, so if you want to make sure he's okay, you'll have to meet with our leader."
Doku thought for a few moments before sitting down, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Leave a number down at the front. I'll call you with my answer by tomorrow evening."
The two men rose, bidding him goodbye before leaving quietly. Doku looked down at the picture that was still in his hands, guilt hitting him hard as he looked that the cheerfully cheeky grin Gojyo was giving the camera.
He'd fucked things up so badly with his brother: was it worth risking a trap if it meant that he could make peace with the man he just kept losing?
Sanzo sat alone in a small, well-lit meeting room. Dokugakuji and Hakkai were expected to arrive anytime soon, and so he quickly gave his surroundings one last look-over. He had no interest in fighting either man, and so he had chosen to hold the meeting in one of his organisation's office buildings. The room was unassuming and relatively safe: there was very little chance of setting a trap in this particular place.
He didn't want this to end in a shootout…for once. If only because Gojyo would become unbearably pissy if Sanzo was to put a bullet between his brother's eyes.
The door finally squeaked open, and the blonde sat up in his chair. The entrance was to his left side, the room set up so that neither party was sitting with their back to the doorway- it was a safety thing.
Sanzo stared across at the bland wall, only turning his head when Doku growled out in surprise.
"You."
"Dokugakuji. Hakkai," the blonde greeted calmly. He didn't need to say anything else as the men made their way to sit across from him.
"Where's Gojyo?" Doku asked immediately, leaning across the table in a way that Sanzo assumed was meant to be intimidating. No matter how many times the older man did that to him, though, it never seemed to work.
"He was asleep when I left. He should be joining us soon, though."
Doku opened his mouth to say something else, but he cut himself off when Hakkai's hand came to rest on his shoulder. The older man sat back, glaring across the table at Sanzo.
"It's certainly a surprise to see you, Sanzo. Do you mean to tell us that you are the new leader who sent those messengers to us?"
The blonde rolled his eyes. "No, that was the fuckin' tooth fairy. Of course it was me, and my offer still stands."
"And which offer is that?" Doku asked, sounding much more calm than he had been earlier. Sanzo could feel the weight of his revolver tucked into his jacket, but so far it was looking like he might not need it.
"My offer of a truce between us. We don't have to trade, I would just prefer it if I didn't have to put up with Hakkai trying to kill me on top of all this other shit."
"Why should I agree to that? You've betrayed me even more now that you've fucked off to some other gang." Doku's tone was taking on the dangerous growl again, and Sanzo locked glares with him. Even when Hakkai softly spoke up, neither man looked away.
"Dokugakuji, I think you should accept. Sanzo will be in no position to bother us out here: if I recall correctly, this organisation's influence is nowhere near great enough to affect us."
"Or, I could shoot him now and be done with it."
"I don't think that's the smartest idea you've ever had," Sanzo interrupted. Doku actually growled at him this time, and the blonde felt a little flash of pleasure at getting to the other man so easily.
"And why, pray tell, is that? Not like you could be hiding any backup in this dinky little room."
Sanzo kept his expression neutral, ignoring Hakkai as he stared Doku down. "My second wouldn't be too happy if you tried to kill me."
"You think I give a shit about your second? Remember, you were my second for a long time. That puts me above both of you."
Normally, Sanzo would have been firing off warning rounds by this point. Today, though, he was feeling unusually charitable. Well, charitable for him. This was all because of a favour that Gojyo had asked him for, in the end.
"I don't think so," Sanzo trailed off as he heard footsteps. The sound of the doorhandle turning made him feel a little smug, and he sat straighter in his chair.
"Dokugakuji, my second has finally gotten off his lazy ass and joined us."
The door slammed open, a tired-looking Gojyo wandering in and casually making his way to Sanzo, bending down to kiss the blonde on the cheek. Sanzo shoved him into his chair, watching as Gojyo looked up with a genuine smile on his face.
"S'good to see ya, Jien. You too, 'Kai,"
Doku's eyes were wide, the man looking from Gojyo to Sanzo and back again before his scowl came back. "You're his second? Gojyo, that's ridiculously fucking dangerous! You'll be killed!"
The redhead's smile fell, and he tilted his head so that his messy hair was hiding his expression. For his part, Sanzo was content to just sit back and watch: he wasn't about to get involved in Gojyo's problems.
"It's not like I do much, what with Mister I-Can-Do-Everything-Myself over here. Besides, Jien, you think I can live with you looking over my shoulder all the time? Here, I'm away from everyone that I used to know, and I can look after myself, y'know."
"He's just going to throw you away once he's bored! Then what the Hell are you going to do with yourself?"
Gojyo glanced to the side, a smirk appearing on his lips. Leaning across, he threw his arm around Sanzo's shoulders; the blonde ignored it. "Hey, he was the one who brought me here. And do you reckon he'd have put up with me for this long already if he wasn't going to keep me around?"
Sanzo rolled his eyes and sighed quietly. Gojyo was oversimplifying everything, as usual. He looked across the table to see Hakkai watching him with barely-veiled amusement, and he sneered at the brunette.
"Dokugakuji, maybe we should discuss this privately." Doku scowled at Hakkai's suggestion, but eventually lifted himself from the seat and stalked outside. Hakkai rose too, smiling pleasantly.
"Please excuse us, we'll be right back." Sanzo waved them off, watching the door swing shut again. He wasn't at all surprised when he saw Gojyo move from the corner of his eye, the redhead sliding onto the table so that he could sit directly across from him.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" Gojyo practically whined, slouching forward. He reached out a hand to play with a few strands of Sanzo's hair, but the blonde lightly slapped it away.
"Because you're an annoyance," he answered dryly.
"Says the most tolerable guy in the world," Gojyo scowled playfully. "Ah…what're you gonna do if he says no and tries to start something?"
Sanzo thought for a moment, even though he believed the answer was pretty clear already. "He won't. He'll agree to everything we ask."
Gojyo just stared quizzically at him, raising one red eyebrow.
"You have him wrapped around your finger, idiot." And that was the truth. Sanzo fully believed that Dokugakuji would do almost anything for Gojyo, especially now that the redhead couldn't be dragged back to him so easily. He was planning on taking advantage of that fact.
"What? As if."
"Hn." Brushing Gojyo off, Sanzo looked towards the door. He could hear snatches of low conversation, and although he couldn't hear too much, it didn't sound like the pair were going to bust back in and attempt to shoot him up.
Gojyo, seemingly annoyed at being ignored, started rubbing one of his legs against Sanzo's. The blonde stared at him, unimpressed; but before he could get too irritated and push the man away, the door was reopening. Gojyo glanced over his shoulder, slipping back into his seat and propping his legs up on the table.
When the other pair were seated, there was a tense silence that made Gojyo feel like he was going to go crazy. But, like Sanzo had told him to do in situations like this, he kept his mouth shut. He trusted the blonde to be able to handle this.
Finally, after what felt like hours of quiet, Dokugakuji stood up. "We accept your offer of a truce. Stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours, kid."
Sanzo quirked an eyebrow at the condescending nickname, but didn't say anything. That was when Doku slammed his palms down on the table, glowering at his former employee. "And if my brother gets hurt, I will tear your head from your shoulders with my bare hands, got it?"
"Good luck with that," Sanzo replied sarcastically. The blonde jerked in shock when he was slapped across the arm, and he whipped his head around to glare at Gojyo. The redhead either didn't notice, or was very good at ignoring his lover.
"Jien, seriously, it'll be fine. I'm…I'm happy here, with Blondie. And thank you for agreeing to call off the hit."
Although Doku wasn't actually smiling, Sanzo could see the affection in his eyes, and it was a look that he certainly wasn't used to seeing on the man. It was a little weird, actually.
"I just hope you know what you're doing, Gojyo." Doku shook his head and straightened up. Hakkai stood too, prompting the redhead to join them. Sanzo stayed sitting: he didn't care for being polite. Gojyo walked around the table, first shaking hands with Hakkai and then moving to face his brother.
The two siblings looked at each other for a moment, Gojyo extending his hand. Doku slowly took it, a small smile growing on his lips as Gojyo grinned widely. The redhead yanked his brother towards him, wrapping his free arm around the taller man's shoulders. It took a moment for Doku to respond, but he clapped Gojyo on the back and stayed there for a few moments more. The redhead eventually pulled away, still grinning as he stepped back and sat on the table again.
"Stay safe, both of you," Hakkai said as he turned towards the door. Doku nodded in agreement, his eyes darting towards Sanzo for a moment before going back to Gojyo. He looked like he was about to say something, but he obviously changed his mind and just followed Hakkai to the door.
"I'll see you sometime soon, Jien," Gojyo promised as he watched the men leave. His brother looked over his shoulder, smiling softly.
"Yeah, you should."
The door closed quietly behind them, Gojyo sighing and running a hand through his hair. He spun around on the table to face Sanzo, crossing his legs beneath him as his smile grew again.
"Thank you for doing that, Sanzo. Seriously, I know you don't really like Jien, so thanks for tryin' to clear the air between us all."
Sanzo wasn't quite sure how to answer that, and so he fell into his default response: a quiet "Tch".
Gojyo just laughed, getting off the table and standing next to Sanzo's chair. The blonde glanced up at him, and Gojyo winked; violet eyes widened as the redhead sank to his knees, moving between Sanzo's legs and grinning up at him.
"Guess if you won't take my gratitude, I'll just have to force it on you."
