Warnings: More yaoi stuff
A/N: Next part might be awhile because I'm actually still writing it. But it shall be epic!
The next morning, once Sanzo walked out of the bath house fully dressed and clean, he was confronted with a tall, lithe form with red hair and eyes. Sanzo glanced at this form as if he was disinterested. That is, until his path was blocked by it. "Move," he ordered, glaring up at the kappa.
"Not until you admit it," Gojyo gritted out, glaring back.
Slightly taken aback by the uncharacteristic threatening tone coming from the kappa, Sanzo slipped his hands into his sleeves in a very monk-like posture—though, only to make sure his gun was there—and regarded the other man. "Admit what?" he finally asked, sounding bored.
"That you're a fucking lying prick! That you actually like m— like it!"
Sanzo glared harder and tilted his head back. "Hakkai is right behind me, you know. Now out of the way."
Fuming, Gojyo stepped away, right as Hakkai emerged. "Oh, Gojyo," Hakkai said in greeting, noticing Sanzo's rigid posture and Gojyo's metaphorically raised hackles. "Did you come to take a bath before we leave, too?"
Gojyo spared him a glance and put his hands in his pockets. Some of his anger faded at the gentle healer's worried expression. "Uh, no... Was wondering where you guys were. The monkey was beggin' for breakfast and you hadn't shown up yet."
Hakkai made up for the obvious tension with an especially chipper tone, saying, "Ah, yes. Sorry. We should have left you two the card, ne, Sanzo?"
But Sanzo was already walking away. The other two followed. They found Goku, who had ordered for them. As he sheepishly rubbed his head where Sanzo had hit him upon hearing this news, he whined, "I got you rice and mayo, tho', Sanzo."
"For breakfast, ya dumb ape?" Gojyo declared, adding his own bruise to the back of Goku's head.
"HEY!" Goku yelled.
Hakkai smiled at the proceedings. It was a very normal morning. Except for the incident as they were leaving the bathhouse just now, it was almost as if nothing was different.
But last night, with Sanzo, had happened. Hakkai felt his face grow hot, and his stomach acquire butterflies. It almost seemed too good to be true. Sanzo had been so beautiful, so raw. Hakkai felt surprisingly good this morning, his mood well off enough not to notice the only slight pain in his backside. Being youkai had its uses.
"Hakkai, are you okay? Your face is kinda...red," Goku asked him, concerned. Hakkai smiled and shook his head, reassuring him, "I'm fine."
Sanzo was trying not to smirk and Gojyo was giving Hakkai a weird look. Hakkai returned his look with a slight shake of his head and a smile, and Gojyo shrugged.
The rest of the meal was uneventful, at least by their standards. After they paid and had everything in Jeep, Hakkai managed to get Sanzo alone for a brief enough second to whisper, "Sanzo, I don't care what you have to do, but you'd better make up for whatever happened between you and Gojyo—or I will have to room with someone else." He walked away, not waiting for the monk's reaction. As the dragon-car started with the familiar "purr", Sanzo got in without the usual shouts for the two idiots to hurry up.
Sanzo took the threat to heart. Not that he cared, but he chanced a glance in the side mirror at Gojyo and felt that weird pang of regret again. The hanyou's face was tight, his gaze unfocused. As the tires crunched and they rolled away, Sanzo figured that Hakkai had a point.
"So we have one good fuck and you start following me around like a horny version of the monkey, is that it?" Sanzo stated.
Gojyo stared at Sanzo with his mouth slightly open. The cigarette in his mouth almost fell out until he grabbed it with his thumb and forefinger. They were standing in the forest, Hakkai having sent Sanzo and Gojyo for water in the nearby stream. Quite unlike Sanzo to agree to do anything resembling a chore, but then Gojyo had noticed Hakkai looking between him and Sanzo over the past two days. His expression had always been unreadable, but Gojyo could tell Hakkai knew something serious was going on. Obviously he'd had a talk with Sanzo about it, or something.
"Well?" Sanzo was looking at him with his head tilted up and off to the side like he did when he was annoyed. Gojyo licked his lips and shifted around uncomfortably for a moment before a grin broke out on his face and he said, "You bet your ass I'm good!"
Sanzo closed his eyes and sighed, "You know that wasn't my point."
"Yeah, well." Still smiling, Gojyo let the cigarette fall to the ground and stomped it out with his boot. He walked down the bank of the river until he was a little past Sanzo. Sanzo had gone still when he approached, but when Gojyo moved past, he turned stiffly and continued to stare at the redhead like he was dung stuck to his sandals.
As Gojyo bent down to get some water in the canteen he held, Sanzo unceremoniously kicked him in the rear. He went face-first into the river, hitting the muddy bottom before he knew what was happening. Leaping back out of the cold, swirling water, he sputtered and yelled, "What was that for!" He pushed back with his feet and managed to get as far back from the bank as he could given the time, water dripping everywhere. "You know I can't swim, asshole!" he continued to shout, glaring up at Sanzo as he wiped the grit off his face with his jacket sleeve. It was then he realized that Sanzo was way too close, crouched beside him. When their eyes met Sanzo grabbed a fistful of his wet shirt and yanked him up until his own robes were soaked.
Frozen from shock, Gojyo was as limp as a soggy noodle as Sanzo's face got abruptly closer. Sanzo's other hand grabbed Gojyo by the hair and held his head where he wanted it. Then he was pressing his warm, soft lips to the kappa's.
Gojyo made a startled, muffled sound, but automatically clutched at the man holding him a few inches off the ground. Old reflexes came into play, and he was soon kissing Sanzo back, passionately tasting his mouth and lips, unconcerned for the moment about what had brought this on. The kiss was relatively short since Sanzo wasn't going to hold him up all day. Their mouths were forcefully removed from one another when Sanzo unclenched his hands. Gojyo fell back on his rump with a thud and a, "Dammit!" at the dull pain.
Sanzo stood, and Gojyo was left to sit there in the sand breathing hard. Sanzo's eyes were in shadow, but Gojyo knew he was looking at him. And he was smirking. "Does that answer your question?" Sanzo said, voice haughty and yet warm, somehow. It was a definite contrast to the rough way he'd just been treating the redhead.
Gojyo was now really, really confused. All he could think to say was, "...huh?"
Sanzo just kept smiling in a rather creepily smug way. He said, "You asked a question. Back in the bathhouse. Was that a good enough answer for you?"
Gojyo's mind was reeling, but he forced it to riffle through his memories for what the hell Sanzo was talking about. Actually, it came easily; it was always on his mind. He winced as he heard again the cold way Sanzo had rejected him. Then, it clicked. "O-oh..." he said, speechless. He got up and brushed himself off, though his effort was completely wasted. His hands were more muddy than the rest of him. In fact, he'd gotten some of it on Sanzo's robes from when he'd grabbed him back. He really hoped Sanzo wouldn't notice until later.
"Um..." he said, but Sanzo turned away and began walking back to camp. Gojyo looked around for a second before realizing that he'd completely lost the water container. By now it was probably way downstream. "...Shit, Hakkai is going to be pissed," he said, laughing to himself before getting up and following Sanzo.
Once they were within the veil of trees, Sanzo whirled on him. Gojyo had a long, fast stride and had easily caught up, so he was right behind him. He tensed up when Sanzo came flying at him, but complied amiably enough when he felt Sanzo's fingers working their way through his slightly damp hair. Sanzo turned his face up at him, and Gojyo couldn't resist leaning down and kissing him. He hummed when Sanzo opened his mouth immediately and they began exploring each other's mouths.
Their hands also started wandering. Gojyo hated how thick Sanzo's robes were; he was hardly able to feel through them at all. For Sanzo's part, he was having fun peeling up the damp cloth from Gojyo's toned upper body. He would never say it aloud and risk filling the kappa's head with anymore nonsense, but he really did have a very nice body. The fact he wasn't ashamed to show it off to just about anybody had always driven Sanzo crazy mad. Thinking about it now had him backing Gojyo against a nearby tree, stabbing the other's tongue with his own rather aggressively.
Then he laid biting kisses down Gojyo's throat, licking at the droplets of water that fell from his ruby-red hair. He found a sensitive spot and Gojyo moaned, "San—", before bucking his groin into him. Teasing at it more, Sanzo groaned into his skin, "Quickly."
Soon Gojyo found two gun-callused hands shoved down into his jeans and boxers. He flinched as they stroked hungrily at his rapidly hardening, sensitive cock. "Nnn god, Sanzo," he groaned, now panting heavily. "What's the rush, babe?" (He didn't expect a response, and didn't get one.) He thrust at those insistent hands digging into his clothes as he tried to make out which way was up and down with Sanzo's goddamn robes. He didn't succeed very well, only managing to get up the billowy sleeves to stroke at the otherwise bare part of Sanzo's arms.
By this time Sanzo had already undone Gojyo's pants and was stroking Gojyo's rather impressive erection. "Fuck yeah," Gojyo whispered in encouragement. "Heh, I haven't gotten off since... ah yeah." He seemed to forget what he was saying as Sanzo's fingertips found his balls. Then he tried to continue. "Um, since... god, Sanzo..." He hissed as Sanzo's thumb rubbed the slit of his cock.
"Since the bathhouse?" Sanzo whispered back, his voice rough from lust. Gojyo's head fell back against the tree, not even feeling it when the bark pressed into his scalp. When Sanzo spoke so quietly and so close to him, he could probably make him do anything. Gojyo felt giddy.
"Yeah," he responded, clutching at Sanzo's back over the silky tanktop.
Sanzo bit at his neck again and Gojyo felt precum leaking down his erection, lubing up Sanzo's rough, tugging hands. Sanzo whispered in his ear, "Why didn't you just find a woman after I rejected you?"
"I didn't want a fuckin' woman," Gojyo said back, voice shaking. Maybe he was hanging around Sanzo too much, because that was all he could say. The implication was obvious, though.
Sanzo groaned and stopped doublefisting Gojyo's cock. Gojyo groaned back, practically sobbing at the loss of friction. Had he upset the monk somehow? He opened his eyes, eyes he hadn't noticed he'd closed, and watched in silent awe as he saw Sanzo drop to his knees. "San—!" Gojyo cried out, choking on the other's name as he felt hot breath on his erection.
"Quickly," Sanzo repeated, insistent as ever. His fingers went to stroke Gojyo's damp stomach, feeling his washboard abs moving as Gojyo breathed and shuddered from what Sanzo was about to do. Gojyo could only watch, speechless, as Sanzo licked at the head, obviously tasting it, so much like he'd done the first night. Gojyo stood still with his back against the tree, partly because of his disbelief and partly because he didn't want to do anything that would cause Sanzo to stop.
He couldn't smother the gasps and moans, however, and they seemed loud to his ears in the quiet forest. Then the blonde's lips settled over his throbbing hardon, sucking as his head slid forward, and all concern for that was gone. Gojyo, still watching, found it so erotic a sight that he ended up hunched over and gasping. Sanzo didn't allow him any time to recover, and began sucking hard, bobbing his head fast. "Oh fuck!" Gojyo choked out, almost falling. Sanzo held his hips in place, and Gojyo forced his body upright, falling back against the tree. His body began to shiver, hips thrusting into Sanzo's hot, willing mouth. "Sanzo," Gojyo whispered, gritting his teeth. "I'm gonna come!"
Sanzo sucked harder. Gojyo felt all blood leave his head, cock sending shooting jolts of pleasure up his spine. Then Sanzo lightly stroked his balls, and that was it. He exploded in Sanzo's mouth, thrusting as waves of pleasure overtook his senses. When it was over his legs turned to jelly and he slid down the tree. The bark dug into his back, so he was forced to use his hands to lower himself gently to the ground, where he sat trying to recover. He looked at Sanzo, his half-hard cock twitching at the sight.
Sanzo, the cold and aloof bastard, had a beet-red face, swollen lips, and cum dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. His robes were soiled where Gojyo had grabbed him earlier, and he was kneeling in the leaf-strewn forest floor. He brought his fingers up to wipe at the cum on his chin, breathing hard, eyes half shuttered and glazed over.
"That—that was awesome, Sanzo," Gojyo said, giving him his best smile. Sanzo's dark lilac eyes focused and he grunted in a non-committal way. Licking his lips, he stood with the help of his hands on the ground. He dusted off his knees and glanced disapprovingly at the now numerous stains on his robes. Gojyo's smile turned sheepish when he got an accusing glare, but that soon faded into surprise when Sanzo just... walked away.
Gojyo hurriedly did up his pants and ran after him, catching him before he got too close to their camp. "Hey, what about you?" Gojyo said with a hand on the monk's shoulder, stopping him.
Sanzo didn't turn around, just shrugged his hand off and said, "No time."
"But—" Gojyo sputtered, clutching at him again and trying to get Sanzo to look at him.
Finally Sanzo did, eyes glinting like cold jewels, but his mouth was quirked in what could function as a smile (though it was more like he was amused). "Just be prepared to pay me back double the next time," Sanzo cautioned.
Gojyo let go and felt his face get hot. He put his hands in his pockets and kicked at a stick lying near him. "Yeah," he said, sounding embarrassed. He took his time following Sanzo back into the camp. He was greeted by a cheery fire and Hakkai, looking at him expectantly.
"Sorry, 'Kai, I lost the canteen," he said, trying to dispel all traces of his embarrassment from a moment before.
"Oh," Hakkai said, blinking at his wet hair and shirt. "Well, no worries. We already have some water." With that he motioned at a few plastic water bottles, unopened, sitting neatly together next to some of their other provisions. Gojyo gritted his teeth, realizing he'd been played.
"Just fucking great!" he growled, throwing up his hands and plunking down next to the fire so he could get dry.
"What are you lookin' at?" he yelled at Goku, who had paused with a fork in his mouth. Gojyo noticed without amusement that it looked like the two had started dinner without them.
"Why're you all wet?" Goku asked, unfazed by Gojyo's anger.
"Sanzo fuckin' pushed me into the river," Gojyo replied angrily. He looked at Sanzo and tried to appear like he was still mad about that. It wasn't too hard since all he got out of Sanzo after his declaration was Sanzo calmly smoking. He pulled more smoke into his lungs, appearing completely calm and much like he always was—besides the stains. Gojyo felt a blush creep up his neck when he remembered that completely uncharacteristic, post-blowjob face. Okay, he totally wasn't angry.
Goku laughed, until he made a choking noise. "What's with your face? How come everybody's popping blood vessels in their heads!" Goku shouted. Gojyo, embarrassed, retaliated by stealing his food. An argument ensued.
Hakkai smiled as he looked at Sanzo. It was one of those masking, scary smiles, the one that said, 'I'll eat you alive if you disappoint me.' Sanzo noticed it but waited patiently for Hakkai to say, "I assume it's all worked out, however?"
Sanzo licked his lips and said, "Yeah." Then he put the cigarette back in his mouth and that was that. Hakkai's expression gentled as he watched the monk, sparing Gojyo a glance to affirm Sanzo's story. He almost laughed when he saw how embarrassed he was acting. He assumed it was because Gojyo had been misinterpreting something Sanzo had said, just as he'd expected. He sighed, glad everything was fine again and that their odd troupe was the same as ever.