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horny

Saiyuki Slash
Well, I couldn't get our Voldemort to focus on Magickal Boarding Schools and how to corrupt the young, BUT... we did end up with this bit of smut.



Gojyo was spending his afternoon how he liked best. Laying flat on his back, on a bed, dozing. The house for the moment was blissfully quiet. Goku and Hakkai were out buying food, and who the fuck cared where the monk was. He wasnt in here. Just Gojyo, his bed, and a fresh pack of smokes. Life was good.

Lately, he had been finding the sunrise somewhat relaxing. So he had been up since the butt crack of dawn, a new cigarette lacing a smoke halo around his head, leaning against the balcony railing. The morning was quiet, Goku was gone, Gojyo, the perverted Kappa, was asleep for once. Good thing he was passed out. He *really* didn't want to deal with his womanizer attitude at the moment. Finishing his 4th cigarette, he stepped back into the room, eyes narrowing upon the Kappa resting comfortably in bed, then turned to leave, needing a big cup of coffee.

"I'll take some breakfast now..." Gojyo smirked at the sound of soft footsteps passing by him. "Some eggs, some bacon, toast, the usual." he grinned without opening his eyes. He knew that was dangerous, but that is what made it so damned fun.

"Get your own fuckin' food ... " He grumbled, placing another cigarette to his lips, but not lighting it. Dressed in an unbuttoned white shirt and tight pleather pants, bare feet, he padded into the kitchen where he had been making a pot of coffee. He poured himself a cup, added liberal amounts of cream and sugar, and sat at the table, flipping through yesterdays paper. "If you didn't have such an addictive smoking habbit, maybe we'd have enough money to get that sort of breakfast ... " He muttered softly. He knew very well that his own addiction wasn't helping much ... but he had to always be pissed at the kappa.

Gojyo appeared in the doorway of the small kitchen a moment later, he was shirtless, wearing his usual khaki pants, and his feet were bare. He grinned and walked over to Sanzo, and flicked his lighter near the monk's cigarette. "Of course. We all know how much we spend on my filthy habit, while your smokes fall from Heaven..."

He blew out the flame that appeared from his lighter and said nothing. He seemed to narrow his eyes upon the paper in front of him, trying to focuse somewhere else. Pulling the cigarette from between his lips, he took a deep gulp of his hot coffee and winced. Ugh, too much sugar and cream.

"Fine. Be that way. Always be that way." Gojyo said, not taking offense. He was used to the sourness of Sanzo. He wouldn't feel loved it he wasn't told to go fuck himself at least 20 times a day.

He muttered a single fine himself and stood up, walking to the sink and dumping out his coffee. Glancing out the window, there was still no sign of Goku and Hakkai. Damn he was hungry. And now that Goyjo was awake, he had more reason to be pissy.

Gojyo let out a montrous belch, and scratching his bare belly, then ruffling his hair back out of his eyes, he walked across the floor and poured himself some coffee. After mixing it to his liking, he sat down at the table, and looked for the comics section.

He tensed and gave a disgusted growl at Gojyo's unbelievable manners. He sighed and looked over at him, leaning against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms over his chest. He scratched his forehead, a headache slowly growing, his temples throbbing. "God ... damnit, were the hell are they?!" For the first time, he would possibly be *happy* to see the damn monkey boy, but would be happier to see Hakkai. For some reason, his smile was the only thing that kept him sane around these demons.

Gojyo cradled the warm cup in his hands, letting them rest on the table before him, and laughed softly. "You've been shopping with Goku. You know that is no simple, nor quick undertaking." He lifted the cup to his lips and took a long sip. "It might be quicker for you to go out and shoot something, and I cook it."

"Maybe I'll save having to look for soemthing and just shoot you and eat you raw ... " He growled, stomping out of the kitchen, not wanting to deal with the damn kappa. Stomping off into the bedroom, he fell into the dark corner chair that often became his sulking spot. Cigarette butts, crushed beer cans and empty bottles of liquor littered the floor around his chair. He covered his eyes, already covered by dark shadows, with his hands.

Moments, several long moments later, Gojyo moved into the room on quiet feet, and leaned against the door. He stared at Sanzo with an amused grin, then said in a sultry tone. "I was wondering.... Sanzo-sama... If that offer for raw meat eating was still on the table, as it were..." he spoke in a low tone, then slowly closed the distance between the two of them, unzipping his pants with a soft purr of zipper as he walked.

Peaking out from under his hands, his violet eyes stared daggers at him. He didn't look happy, and didn't seem at all tempted by the tall kappa's advances. He continued to stare at him, seemingly indifferent. He said nothing, just watched.

Gojyo stopped about three feet out from Sanzo, watching him carefully, and with a flicker of his red eyes, was glad to see The Gun was out of Grabbing Range. He finished unzipping his pants, then with a hook of his fingers in the belt loops, slid them down off of his hips, and let them fall to the floor. He was sans underwear, as usual. Gojyo then yawned, stretched, leaning back, then gave himself a guick grope and squeeze, and turned around, heading back out of the room. "Naw... I think I want a shower more.... Cleanliness is next to .... oh... somthing..." he mused as he wandered off.

But turning your back on Sanzou was not something the stupid kappa should have done. Swiftly, and silently, he was up and out of that chair, eyes eatting him up hungrily. That gorgeous thin frame, accented by delicious lanky muscles. Using his human strength, possibly not as strong as Gojyo's, but stronger than most human's, he grabbed both of the magenta haired bishie's arms and slammed him, face first into the nearest bedroom wall, pinning him there with his own body, his bare chest pressed flat against his bare back, hands snatching his wrists and holding them above his head, that tongue teasing out across the demon's neck, nuzzling in his wild hair.

Gojyo was surprised only that the monk didn't wait until he was in the shower and wet to pounce on him. He was surprised however, caught off guard, and slammed hard into the wall face first. "Ugh!" he grunted, and turned his face to the side, eyes watering from his nose hitting the wall; it didn't feel broken. "OK. Sanzo... You can go first if a shower means that much to you..." he smirked, and arched his back slightly, and pressed his backside back towards Sanzo's groing.

He let a small groan leave his lips, watching the demon's back arch, his hips pressing against those extensivly tight pants. A single hand held those wrists as his other grabbed the demon's wild hair and yanked his head back. He seemed more pissed than ever that Gojyo was still playing tricks with him. He knew how powerful the water demon was, but liked to express his control ... for now. "Shower's don't turn me on as much as the way your hot body feels, squirming against mine ... " His voice was a deep,d ark purr, and he shoved his hips forward, pressing those teasing hips back hard against the wall. His hand lifted from his hair to trail down his long back, a finger or two pressing between his cheeks.

Gojyo's body was relaxed despite the hand and body hold Sanzo had on him. He did tense, and clench down those sinewy rounds of his when he felt Sanzo draw fingers down there. He laughed softly. "You dont say..." he teased. "My hot body? My hot, foul.... demonic... naked.... hung.... body did you say?" he chuckled as he shook his head, and his body in a graceful wave of muscle and nearly dislodged Sanzo's tenuous hold on him.

He faltered, feeling his body ripple under his hold. This would be more of a challenge than he imagined. He growled, and pulled back away from him, just enough to raise his hand to strike out at him. But there would be no way he could be faster than a water demon. After all, he was a simple Monk. You're ... fuckin' ... temptatious body ... God damnit, when will those two baka's get back, so he won't have to go through with this embarassing show of pent up sexual frustration.

Gojyo, whether just faster, or anticipating the strike, turned and brought up his own hand, capturing the small wrist of the monk in his hand and held it stopped in mid-air. The look on his face was unreadable as he narrowed his crimson eyes and slowly licked his lips. "Wanna play rough, do we .... Sanzo-sama?" he said in an unmistakeable mocking tone on the name and title. Then with another quick move, he had twisted the arm of his companion around and bent it behind Sanzo's back. Gojyo then moved behind the monk as he pressed him forward with the leverage hold on his slim arm, bending him over at the waist.

Having watched everything happen in a flash, those words sent his anger boiling. He attempted to budge his wrist from that hand, that was just far too strong for him. His only weapon against such a demon was his gun, which conveniently lay upon the bedside table. His arm was twisted, and he was forced to bend over. Legs opened wider, to make up for the odd angle, and to keep him from falling over. "F--fuck ... let me go!" He hissed, turning to look over his shoulder, shooting daggers at him again, those violet eyes looking almost inky black.

Gojyo leaned over closer to his captive, but was careful to stay out of biting range. "Requests? Is that what I hear?" he purred, then used his teeth to pull back on the open shirt, and then lash his tongue across the bare, pale shoulder beneath. "Coming right up...." he growled, then in a combination of strong, and fast moves, pushed him forward onto the bed, and jerked Sanzo's pants down to his knees before wedging himself between the blonde's spread thighs so snuggly.

With that shove, he lost his balance and sprawled on his stomach upon the bed. Hands moved under his chest to push away, but he was not quick enough. His arms were jerked out from under him as his shirt was pulled from his shoulders, creating a rather convenient straight jacket, pinning his arms to his sides. He had to admit that having those pleather pants pulled away from his hips was a good feeling, freeing not only his skin to breath, but other such tighter areas at the moment. He grimaced at the feel of the warm body between his legs and began to put up a decent struggle. "I'll fuckin' kill you, I swear, Sha!!" He hissed, his face turning lightly red, sweat covering his forehead, his bangs sticking to his temples. He dropped his forehead to the bed, his body screaming to be released. His body shaking, he hissed again, yet it sounded slightly like a wimper.

Gojyo laughed softly, "Change the record Sanzo...sama..." he purred in Sanzo's ear as he twisted the shirt in his hand around his fist, tightening it, then used his other to reach down under his captives body, and seach out a stem of hard flesh he knew he would find waiting. "Ah.... there you are.... You naughty.... naughty.... monk..." he purred, near Sanzo's ear, as he gripped him, and began to stroke him slowly.

He shut his eyes, hoping to shut away the terrible aching in his groin, the embarassing feeling that he, Genjo Sanzo couldn't deter Gojyo from touching him. He burried his forehead within the bed, his ass sticking up in the air, one knee resting upon the matress, the other still resting against the floor. He lifted his head, hoping some long line of swears could issue from his mind, but all he could let out was a deep satisfying moan. He bit his own bottom lip, to keep from letting any more raunchy sounds slip past his lips, hard enough to draw blood down the side of his mouth. He continued his struggle, but found himself growing weaker and weaker to the temptations assulting him.

"That's it.... fight it... fight what you really want. What you really want to feel..." The Kappa purred in his ear, and moving closer with his hips, pressed his own stiffness to rest in the crevice of Sanzo's backside. He mock humped him slowly, stroking up and down the valley of flesh while his hand continued to fist up and down the shaft of the other.

His hands clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms. He lifted his head, with great difficulty, letting out a deep groan. Blood dripped down his chin and along his slender neck. His hips voluntarily moved towards that hand, and back against those hips. He cursed himself over and over again in his mind. " ... pl--please ... " His lips hardly made a sound. He clawed at the bed, trying to strain himself away from him, his arms still constricted. His body tensed, he struggled intensly, his eyes burning bright violet. His eyes, shaded by his blond hair, was a perfect cover for the tears that streamed his cheeks, blending in with the sweat.

Gojyo nodded, rubbing his cheek against Sanzo's moist shoulder. "Yes.... I always make you beg.... make you say please because we all know the ero kappa cannot force the holy man...." he whispered as he began to jerk Sanzo a bit faster, letting go of his grip on the shirt to reach down and tease at Sanzo's tight ring with the head of his own aching shaft. "But...." he breathed low and raspy, I want to make sure..... this is what you want...." he moaned pressing just the tip of his cock into Sanzo, and then gnawing on his bare shoulder with his teeth.

No, please ... no more. He began panting hard, his legs moving wider, hands clenching tightly, and relaxing. He could feel his fingers growing numb. "No ... I .. d-don't ... want ... " He winced at the teeth on his shoulder, and gave a small gasp, feeling pre cum forced from the tip of his throbbing, rock hard cock. He shook his head from side to side, spraying sweat and tears. Now that his hands had been freed, that shirt still resting at his elbows, he dropped both of his palms flat to the matress, positioned perfectly doggy style. His chest and stomach heaved with breath, he wouldn't be able to take much more of this.

"No?" came the hiss from near his ear, then suddenly a wash of breeze and cold air blew across Sanzo's bare and damp body as Gojyo pulled off and away from him. With cat like grace, he had lauched himself back and up to his feet, and was now standing, looking down at the sprawled, pitiful sight that was Genjo Sanzo. Gojyo sank down into Sanzo's chair, a chuckle on his lips, and his own hand around his erection, masturbating slowly. "As you wish then Sanzo... sama...."

He crumpled into a ball on the bed, looking out from his mask of blond hair over at Gojyo. He was panting, his body glistened with sweat. An arm partially covering his face was moved, that hand lifted to brush across his stomach, watching Gojyo masturbate, like the damn evil kappa he was. He rolled over his hips, letting his erection poke straight up, eyes falling shut, letting a few more tears leak out as he, too, began the task of pleasure himself.

Gojyo let his head fall back against the back of the chair, and lowered his eyelids as he watched Sanzo begin to jerk off. "Gutless..... coward...." he hissed out slowly, and then concentrated on the obscenity of Sanzo, his actions, his wet dishelved and shamed form sculpted by him, and he moaned. His hips bucked upward and he let out a cry as he pumped himself faster, the few last times, then with a shudder and spasm of his hips, he came. "Yes.... Yes.... Oh yes..." he chanted as his hips bounced up and down in the chair with a rhythm all their own, and his felt his hot load splatter all over his hand and lap.

Just the mere sight of the other blowing his load all over himself made Sanzo shudder. He positioned his one hand pressed against his balls, while the other strangled and pumped his hot flesh with a deep intensity. His breathing grew heavy and erratic, soft wimpered moans leaving his lips, forgetting the rude comments spat out by the wild child. He fell into his own euphoria, his cum covering his sweaty chest and stomach, his face in a twisted look of pain and utter pleasure. His toes curled up tight, he soon relaxed, resting his messy hand at his abdomen, eyes still closed. "Damn ... "

Gojyo was the first to stand, and delivered a cruel slap to one of Sanzo's bare thighs as he strode by, smoking cigarette in his mouth. "Now... if you don't mind... I will have my shower now, and my breakfast when I get out.... Sanzo... sama...." he mocked, then laughed all the way down the hall.

He sat there, eyes half lidded, wincing at the slap to his thigh. He'd never felt so ashamed before. He was glad Hakkai and Goku weren't around. He muttered as he covered his face with his arm, "Damn you, demon ... " He shut his eyes tightly, and lay there silently, waiting for him to just leave ... and waiting for his body to regain the ability to move once again, if only to cover himself with his white shirt.