Yeah… OOC ness but I don't care anymore. I like this too much for my own good… I'm corrupting MYSELF, dammit! And this Chapter dedicated to my main Emu out there. (Because I'm not allowed to put up actual names.)

There was something in those purple eyes... that Gojyo had never seen before. It wasn't the usual anger, or even arrogance.

It was panic. Pure, straight panic.

As quickly as it had appeared, the look vanished, and was replaced by a look of rage that made the monk's usual death-glare look amiable by comparison. Gojyo decided that the blonde was probably contemplating the many ways of killing him when this was over.

"Tell you what," he said, turning on his charm as much as he possibly could without being drunk, "How about I make you a deal?"

"How about I make you one? You untie me, I shoot your head off, and we're even."

"No, I have a better idea." He reached above their heads to where one of Sanzo's hands was still secured. Drawing one finger slowly down the inside of the blonde's forearm, he continued. "How about I fuck you into the mattress one last time, then run for my life? Of course, that would require that I leave you here… you'll probably be unconscious again. Too bad, because the look on Hakkai's face is going to be priceless."

The panic returned. A little more pressing, and hopefully it would turn to desperation.

"Or maybe it'll be Goku? Wouldn't that be interesting… I wonder how he'd react?"

His hand had reached the end of Sanzo's arm, but continued very slowly downwards to his stomach. For somebody who never ate and didn't do much other than shoot things, the blonde had a remarkably nice body.

"He has a thing for you, you know. But I think he's a bit too innocent to take advantage of a situation like this…"

His fingers hit the top of the blanket, which came just up to Sanzo's navel.

Well, that was much too high…

He started to push it down. Every muscle in Sanzo's body tensed, forcing themselves not to move. A slight smell of blood traced through the air. If not for his demon senses, Gojyo wouldn't have noticed it at all. Searching for the source, he discovered that the monk had bitten his bottom lip almost clear through.

"Or," he continued, a little faster than he wanted to, "I could untie you, give you back your clothes, and then we can never speak of this again. But that would depend on you not shooting me."

Neither choice really appealed to Sanzo. He really wanted to blow the damn kappa's head off (big or little, it didn't matter much at that point) but he also didn't want anyone to know this had happened.

Ever.

"Give me my damn clothes back," he finally grunted.

"That's what I thought you'd say," Gojyo answered, grinning. Hey, he wasn't gonna die, and he'd gotten a half decent lay out of it, too.

He didn't tell Sanzo where he'd hidden the gun, though.

Under the blonde's piercing purple glare, he worked at the knot on his left hand. Man, these things were TIGHT! How hard had Sanzo been pulling? If the leather arm protectors hadn't still been there, the cord might have cut through his skin.

Finally he got the cord untied, and Sanzo yanked his hand away from the Kappa, to begin working on the other himself.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'm going to kill you. If you get any ideas like this again, I'm going to castrate you and then kill you. And if you make any stupid jokes or witty comments to me about this, I will castrate you, make you eat yourself, and THEN kill you."

"You didn't have fun, then?" Gojyo asked, never missing the opportunity to be an ass.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY?"

"Aw, lighten up, Sanzo- sama. You were much more pleasant last night. I wonder what it was?"

"Give me my fucking pants back. Now."

Picking up half a dozen articles of clothing off the floor, the kappa threw them at the bed.

Little creepings of guilt returned, and Gojyo pretended to focus on his cigarette as the monk got dressed.

"You leave first, since you get up earlier," Gojyo said.

"I was planning on it."

Limping just a little bit, Sanzo passed the kappa, heading for the door. Then, as if having a second thought, he turned back, and looked right into Gojyo's eyes.

And punched him in the stomach, just low enough not to be below the belt.

"Be glad I don't have my gun, asshole."

And with that, he left the whimpering redhead alone.

Owari

Okay, so that wasn't exactly where I was going with this. But ah well. I just wanted to make fun of stories like this and then I wrote one. I'm so bad…. (Cheers from GojyoSanzo fans)

Originally I was going to have Gojyo get killed, (Cheers from Sanzo fans) but he's my 2nd favorite character right after Goku, so I didn't. (Cheers from Gojyo fans)

And, of course, the very important Sanzo abuse. (Cheers from Sanzo Abuse fans) Can't have yaoi without Sanzo Abuse.