Title: Heart Attack (Part 12 of Barely Breathing) Chapter 2

Author: Befanini
Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/~befanini

Disclaimer: I wish. They're mine only in my daydreams. XD

Rating: M

Summary: Sex alleviates tension. Love causes it. LOL It's a vicious cycle… More SxGxS madness.

A/N: Damn it's been too long! I have a lot of things going on at the moment, but never fear, Sanzo and Gojyo are still very much in my waking and dreaming fantasies. XD It may just take a bit longer to update these days, so bear with me for a bit, okay!



"Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired." - Anon.


"Oh yeah! That's three in a row!" Gojyo hooted, pumping his fist.

Goku scattered his mahjong tiles in disgust. Hakkai raised his eyebrows. "My, you really are inspired tonight, Gojyo," he observed.

"'Ch." Sanzo dropped his hand down to crush out his smoke in the ashtray between them on the floor. Gojyo did likewise with his Hi-Lite, and dropped his hand casually out of view. Quickly, he captured the monk's hand and rubbed his thumb in sensual circles over Sanzo's palm. Sanzo barely controlled a surprised flinch and a shudder, and bit the inside of his cheek instead, hard.

"Oh yeah, am I inspired tonight…" Gojyo purred, swiftly drawing the naughty hand away before the annoyed blond could crush his fingers to a pulp. "Ready for the next round of humiliation?" he cackled, raising a mocking eyebrow at Goku, who had yet to win a game.

Goku scowled.

"Remember monkey, loser has to run the errands for one week."

"Aw shut up and shuffle already!"

After Goku lost two more rounds (with Gojyo bumping knees with Sanzo beneath the table, and ignoring the death threats from livid purple gems), Goku demanded a bathroom break. Gojyo laughed at him. "Sure, monkey. Maybe you'll be able to get rid of your bad luck."


That earned him a quick swat with the fan, and a satisfied smirk from Goku, before the kid dashed off to the bathroom.

Gojyo glared at Sanzo.

Sanzo raised a golden, haughty eyebrow.

Hakkai stood up and bent backwards at the waist to get rid of the kinks in his back, after sitting on the floor for two solid hours. "Might as well go get us some more refreshments," he yawned. "You guys want anything in particular?" he asked.

"More beer, thanks 'Kai," Gojyo requested, lacing his fingers together and stretching his arms up above his head.

"Marlboro," was the priest's reply, as he shrugged out of the top half of his robes.

"Alright. You coming, little guy?"

Hakuryu perched on Hakkai's shoulder as the healer walked off, and pulled the door shut behind him.

The second it clicked shut, the two remaining in the room lunged at each other and nearly bumped noses in their haste. Hungry mouths collided greedily, low growls of need-filled pleasure filled each other's ears as they kissed wildly.

Sanzo toppled Gojyo down and half lay on top of him, the ivory hands lost in Gojyo's hair as he devoured the younger man's mouth lustily, the kappa's naughty teasing having inflamed him beyond reason these past three hours. The monk's eager tongue coiled sinuously against Gojyo's tongue, wet, firm, and burningly hot, fully igniting into a raging blaze the banked desire for each other always simmering beneath the surface.

Gojyo's head arched up as he kissed Sanzo back desperately, large hands clasping Sanzo to him in a crushing embrace, his head swimming with bliss as the perpetual, raw ache in him was eased for the moment; having his Sanzo in his arms, his lover's lips fused deliciously with his mouth. It was like being a hopeless addict and getting his fix.

Kissing Sanzo was a craving he had day and night. And what made it an even sweeter high was knowing that Sanzo felt the same way too. The way that Sanzo's long, slender fingers cradled his face so possessively, the blond's low moans as he sipped at Gojyo's lips like he couldn't get enough… Sanzo's hoarse growl of pleasure flooding his mouth. "Gojyo… God, baby…"

And then Gojyo moaned in protest as the delicious weight pinning him down shifted away, and Sanzo sat up and ran a trembling hand through tousled golden hair, trying to calm his breathing.

"Baby…" Gojyo groaned, sitting up too and leaning close. He tried to take Sanzo back into his arms. Sanzo elbowed him away fiercely.

"They're coming back, you fool!" Sanzo hissed, swatting away insistent bronze hands.

"But I want you…" Gojyo moaned. "Kiss me. Just one more kiss, Sanzo…" He nuzzled into the monk's neck and breathed in deep. Sanzo slammed his eyes shut, shuddered, and leaned weakly into him.

The toilet flushed. They both froze, and swore, and moved away from each other.

Footsteps sounded in the hallway. Sanzo sighed and lit up his last stick. Quicker than lightning, the kappa stole one more kiss on a creamy, leanly muscled shoulder, and settled back in his place just as both doors opened and Hakkai and Goku rejoined them.

"Just my stinking luck there was only one room available tonight," the kappa muttered under his breath.

"What's that about luck? My luck has definitely turned!" Goku declared, rubbing his hands together determinedly. He turned to Hakkai and saw the fresh batch of refreshments. "Yes! You're the greatest, Hakkai!" he crowed, digging in eagerly.

While Hakkai rescued the beer and cigarettes from the eager boy's overenthusiastic rummaging, Gojyo's frustration was soothed somewhat when he caught Sanzo staring hotly at him beneath the fringe of sunkissed hair, as the monk unconsciously rubbed his thumb over his lips.


The soul that can speak through the eyes can also kiss with a gaze. Gustavo Adolfo Becquer


TBC again…


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