Title: You Dare
Pairing: GojyoxSanzo
Warnings: Language, innuendo, teasing, humor
Line: "You sexy manbeast, you."
Prop: Sanzo's shirt
Notes: Written for iniq. Thanks to Anne for the beta.
You Dare
Ignoring the murderous look on Sanzo's face, Gojyo made his way up the stairs behind the priest, his shoulders shaking with laughter. Sanzo had left his robe upstairs and was only clad in black jeans and his usual black sleeveless shirt. It clung to his slender body, outlining the lean muscles underneath. Black arm warmers completed the outfit.
Back in the room they shared, Gojyo shut the door and leaned against it, holding his sides as he doubled over laughing once again. "I can't believe he called you that." Imitating the man from a few minutes ago, he leered and drawled with a suggestive wink. "You sexy manbeast, you." Then he burst out laughing again.
The laughter suddenly died in his throat, and he froze as he felt the biting metal of the gun at his temple, the click of the safety being taken off resounding loudly in his ear. Cautiously peering sideways, he met cold purple eyes, an angry frozen blaze promising certain death. Gojyo swallowed. Hard.
"I do not appreciate being laughed at." Sanzo's voice cut through the momentary silence, razor sharp. "And I even less appreciate being called a 'sexy manbeast'."
The gun bore into Gojyo's temple for painful seconds, then trailed lower along his jaw and neck, agonizingly slow, raising goose bumps on its way. The teasing continued along his collarbone and back to the hollow in his throat, then to the other side. The crimson haired man shuddered and bit back a moan.
Suddenly, he growled and with a swift movement grabbed Sanzo's wrists, pinning him to the door, and not even flinching as the gun went off into the ceiling. He used his whole body as leverage as the blond priest struggled against his grip. Gojyo forced his knee between the other man's legs, pushing hard. A sharp intake of breath was all it earned him.
His voice was low and menacing, lips curled in an arrogant sneer. "I'll laugh at you at any time, and I will call you whatever I want, whenever it suits me." He ground his hips against Sanzo's, a satisfied grin crossing his face as the blond priest gasped. Leaning forward, Gojyo brushed his lips against Sanzo's ear, hot breath caressing the sensitive skin. "Sexy, beautiful, and oh so pliant..."
"Fuck you!" Sanzo writhed underneath him, spitting out the words like acid, but lacking the edge from before.
Gojyo's face lit up with triumph, and he drew back a little, looking into Sanzo's eyes, smirking. "Oh no, Blondie, you're quite mistaken." He rocked his hips forward, eliciting a soft moan. "The one who's about to be fucked, is you."