Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I still don't own any of the Saiyuki characters. If you feel uncomfortable with malexmale relationships, then do not continue reading.

Gojyo stepped out of his room with a basket of soap and shampoo in his hand, courtesy of the inn. He had a towel hung over his shoulder and his long, red hair was up in a ponytail. He had just closed the door when he heard a something bang against the wall of the hallway. The figure was staggering as it came closer. Gojyo could see it was Sanzo, judging by the golden hair. He could spot the monk from miles away. Sanzo was trying to walk, but was having difficulty and was on the verge of falling to the floor. Sanzo was shirtless and had on his pair of jeans that he wore underneath his monk's attire. The two of them shouldn't even be up at that hour. It was probably around two or three in the morning and with Sanzo making such a clamor just to walk, he would wake everyone else up... not like it mattered much to him. "Oi. What do you think you're doing up this late, dumb monk?"

"I should ask you the same question. Where's Goku's room?" Sanzo's hoarse voice showed the effects of the cough syrup was wearing off.

"He's next to my room. Ah, a late night fling with the monkey, eh? You're not being very faithful to me, Sanzo-sama," the kappa mocked.

"Shut up! I just want my cigarettes back, dammit." Sanzo leaned his back against the wall and held onto his wounded arm with his opposite hand. He began to pant and sweat trickled down his face. Sanzo had noticed the bath kit Gojyo was holding. "You're gonna take a bath now?!"

"I can't sleep anyway. I'll probably feel better if I take a nice warm bath. You haven't bathed in days, Sanzo. Maybe you could use one too." Gojyo paused and gave a promiscuous smile. "I'll even scrub your back for you."

"Pfft. No thanks." Sanzo pushed his body forward and continued towards Goku's room. He had passed Gojyo who had stood still there. The redhead and the blonde stood back-to-back.

"How do a nice bath and a smoke sound?" Gojyo said tauntingly. Sanzo stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder. The bastard held Sanzo's pack of Marlboros in between his index finger and his thumb. "I knew you might've gone up in the middle of the night in search of your precious tobacco so I took them from Goku's room. It's too easy when that monkey sleeps like a rock. So. Come on. You know you could use a bath." Gojyo waved the pack of cigs in his hand to lure the wounded animal. At this point in time, the chain smoker wouldn't be able to resist. He needed the sweet taste of nicotine and bad.

Sanzo snatched his pack from the pain in the ass kappa. "Damn bastard," he hissed.

Gojyo sighed. "To the bathhouse it is then." He continued walking, not offering to help Sanzo. His pride was being bruised enough. Sanzo soon managed to walk on his own eventually as they got closer to the men's bathhouse on the first floor.

Sanzo didn't even look at Gojyo as they were getting ready for their primary wash before entering the tub. Sanzo stripped himself of his perfectly fitted jeans and boxer shorts and then his bandages. He looked at the unsightly bullet holes on his body. He grabbed his soaked hand towel and gave his worn body a good rub down. Gojyo was already lathering up, his long hair up in a ponytail. Sanzo was having a hard time scrubbing for that arm of his gave a painful sting every now and then. The young monk soon felt something rub against his back. Gojyo crouched down behind him to scrub his back. Sanzo would never admit to needing help so Gojyo decided he might as well help him anyway. The lather began to build up on Sanzo's silky smooth skin. Sanzo froze still; he hated being touched by anyone else, but Gojyo didn't say anything. No jeering remarks. No fooling around. He remained silent. The kappa's intentions were genuine. Sanzo would never ask for help. He wants to do the things that only concern himself on his own, without dragging anyone with him. Gojyo could hear Sanzo's cry for help. Even though he's stubborn and too full of himself, Gojyo won't ignore him.

Sanzo was slouching on his sitting stool. His gold bangs lingered over his face, covering up his eyes. He lifted up his right, injured arm, reached behind him, and snatched Gojyo's wrist as a signal to stop. Gojyo was caught by surprise and the hand towel slipped off his hand. Without a word, he got back up and dipped into the tub. Gojyo smiled and followed him. They didn't speak to each other. All that could be heard was the trickling of the water from the faucet.

"Why are you being like that?" Sanzo broke their barrier of silence.

"What, does being nice once in a while bother you that much?" The kappa asked. Sanzo knew what the kappa said was right, but he didn't reply. Gojyo couldn't help but give that playboy smile of his. Before Sanzo knew it, he felt a movement in the stagnant water and came face to face with Gojyo. The red kappa cornered him to the wall; his each hand leaned against the tiled wall to lock Sanzo within his perimeters. Gojyo parted the blonde's bangs from his face and rested his fingers under Sanzo's narrow chin. He completely disregarded Sanzo's "no touch" policy and rubbed his thumb on the monk's lips. "So, Sanzo-sama, you like it better when I'm rough. Don't you?" He planted his lips right onto Sanzo's before the priest could even answer. Gojyo slipped his tongue into Sanzo's mouth again, triggering Sanzo's ticklish senses by licking the roof of his mouth. Sanzo wrapped his arms around the kappa and indulged in their game of tonsil hockey. There they were- in the bathhouse. The heat of their intimacy added onto the rising steam that already surrounded them.

Thump. Sanzo was aggressively pinned to the hallway wall. Gojyo sucked on the side of Sanzo's neck and went back to kissing him. The unlikely lovers panted heavily from the lack of oxygen. They had been trying to walk back to their room, but their insatiable appetite couldn't wait. You'd think they'd wake up some of the other guests on that floor, but it's not like these two would care. Both were still soaking wet with a mere white towel wrapped loosely around their waist. "You sure... you don't wanna do this in the bath house?" Gojyo managed to say during intervals where his mouth wasn't attached to Sanzo's.

"I don't... wanna wind up all pruney afterwards. Besides... it's much too slippery there."

"It's more fun when it's slippery. You're being too picky..."

"Fuck you, kappa."

That comment amused Gojyo greatly. "Good things come to those who wait, Sanzo-sama." Gojyo practically busted the door to his room wide open. He ran his fingers through Sanzo's wet hair and slowly leaned forward to make Sanzo lie on his back on the bed. Gojyo lay on top of the blonde monk, who seemed to have a tint of red on his cheeks. He never would've thought that was capable of Sanzo blushing. A part of him felt kind of honored to have witnessed such a thing. Oddly enough, it was kind of a turn on for Gojyo too.

Since Sanzo was pretty much naked already, Gojyo didn't need to have to go through the trouble of stripping him of his clothes... though that was still one of the fun parts. The redhead nibbled on Sanzo's ear lobe and tugged it gently with his teeth. His tongue left a wet trail from his neck down towards Sanzo's lower body. Sanzo made a faint moan from Gojyo's wet sensations. Gojyo moved his hand up from Sanzo's thighs to his pelvis. He could sense that Sanzo was getting a hard on. Sanzo looked at Gojyo's mischievous red eyes and tantalizing smirk. He had squirmed his way down in between Sanzo's legs. The kappa titled his head and began using his tongue to lick up and around the source of Sanzo's erection. When Gojyo's lips had reached the tip of his head, he opened his mouth and practically swallowed the blonde whole. Sanzo bit his lip to hold back a moan of pure pleasure.

Gojyo surveyed his partner with his red hair hanging loosely in front of his face. It was utterly enticing to see a man like Sanzo squirming and moaning like that. He widened his jaw a bit more, feeling more motivated by the Sanzo's repetitive moans passing through his ears. He took his hand and made gentle jerks to help stimulate Sanzo even more as he continued tracing it from the inside with the twists and turns of his tongue. He couldn't help but get a hard on from the constant groans coming from Sanzo's mouth. Gojyo thought that it was enough to satisfy his partner so he decided it was time to deepen their ecstasy. Sanzo was a bit discouraged after Gojyo had stopped so he gave the kappa that "I'm gonna kill you" glare. Gojyo reached over for something beside his bed. His hand was scavenging through a bag cluttered with a bunch of his belongings. He could feel what he was looking for and opened the small bottle. After applying the lube, he assisted Sanzo with turning his body over.

Violet eyes were fixated on the masculine figure behind him. Gojyo's tan and muscular torso hovered behind his narrow back and his hands crept up and down slowly against his pale thighs. He could sense cold eyes behind those blonde bangs. "First time, ne?" Gojyo thought to himself. Regardless, Gojyo began licking the nape of Sanzo's neck and without warning, thrust himself into his submissive partner. He went slowly for a while, just so Sanzo can get used to the feeling. Then Gojyo's movements went faster and much more aggressive. Sanzo's elbows anchored his body onto the bed and he gripped onto the sheets. Gojyo felt the warm body heat Sanzo was emitting as he continued his repetitive motion. Sanzo was so tight and for him, the fast paced motion was a pain to get used to. At any rate, he completely ignored the pain from his bullet wounds, seeing as how there were other... much more important senses to worry about.

"Ohh... Gojyo..." he moaned faintly. He was constantly surprising him and never ceased to entice Gojyo. The reverberations of Sanzo's moans, along with the sound of his name motivated Gojyo even more and made one deeper push, triggering the right sensitive spot. Sanzo's face winced and turned the other way. "Uhnn... ha- harder..." he had gotten used to it and enjoyed the painful, yet arousing sensation of Gojyo's bulging cock in him.

Gojyo's hair hung loose over half of his face then parted it to side, getting ready to bless Sanzo with the best fuck he'll ever experience. He pushed down on Sanzo's back to lower his body, and then he pulled his own body up a little higher. The kappa pulled out more than halfway through and emerged himself back in. The sudden force shoved Sanzo forward a few inches, still clinging onto the fabric of the wrinkled sheets. Sanzo's faint moans and groans were clearly audible now and Gojyo grunted as he made a few more series of forceful thrusts, which caused the bed to shake vigorously. Gojyo's fingers dug into the flesh of Sanzo's hips as he aggressively continued entering Sanzo, enough to help Sanzo succumb to a climax. Sanzo's throat was dry, but his body was covered with sweat. Beads of salty water trickled from his temple down to his flushed cheeks. Knowing that he could not bear control, he reached his climax and came. Some of his cum was smeared on his body; the excess dripped down onto the crumpled bed sheets. Feeling accomplished, Gojyo made one last plunge and released himself as well. Gojyo used the last ounce of stamina left in him to pull out and they both collapsed onto the mattress. Their smoking addiction caused them to pant even harder afterwards. Gojyo raked his crimson locks back with his fingers, turned in Sanzo's direction, and stared deeply into those weary, amethyst eyes. He smirked at the vulnerable monk and looked up at the ceiling, graced with the feeling of utter pleasure and triumph.