Title: Heart Attack (Part 12 of Barely
Breathing) Chapter 8
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!
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viii.
I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love. - Henry Ward
Beecher
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Gojyo waited until he heard the footsteps fading down the stairs, and then hurried back to Sanzo's room, beer and sandwiches in hand. He found the monk standing by the window, smoking a cigarette and frowning fiercely out at the rain.
"Tsk."
Gojyo clicked his tongue disapprovingly, as Sanzo turned and faced him. "I
thought I'd cured you of that by now."
Sanzo glared
and said nothing.
Gojyo shrugged
easily, not wanting to start an argument about the rain. He pouted instead, as
Sanzo joined him at the table. "You put your clothes back on," he
observed with a disappointed grimace.
"Idiot,"
the monk retorted. "I certainly can't answer the door buck naked."
Gojyo winked
at him. "You can if I'm delivering room service," he cackled.
"Baka."
After they'd
divided Sanzo's dinner tray and Gojyo's sandwiches, they had a quick game of
cards as they started on the beer. There was the requisite teasing by Gojyo,
and death threats by Sanzo, and accusations of cheating and insulting each
other's skills.
But it took
only a few hands before Gojyo started to lose interest and began looking hotly
at Sanzo. The monk snapped his eyes up as Gojyo folded his cards without even
looking at them, and found the kappa grinning sexily at him. Gojyo raised his
eyebrows.
Sanzo flushed,
the blood pulsing wildly in his veins as answering desire rushed through him.
Purple eyes narrowed as he rasped hoarsely. "We're done here."
"Aa,"
Gojyo agreed softly, crimson eyes gleaming. He stood up, intending to scoop the
priest up and throw him down on the bed; and he squawked in protest as Sanzo
stood up abruptly and fended him off.
"Baby?"
Gojyo asked, bewildered.
"I need a
shower," Sanzo replied through gritted teeth, as he pulled the black top
over his head. Gojyo watched helplessly as creamy porcelain skin gleamed
invitingly before him, the blond's pale nipples already stiff. Sanzo frowned at
him, as he stepped out of his jeans. "Move!" Sanzo growled
impatiently, turning his back and walking to the bathroom.
Understanding
dawned, and Gojyo hastily removed his clothes as well, leaving a trail of
garments behind as he happily followed the blond to the shower.
He stepped
beneath the warm spray, groaning huskily as Sanzo pressed close and locked his
arms around him. His mouth collided frantically with Sanzo's, as his hands went
down to clasp his lover's ass, grinding them together in slow, erotic circles.
"Nnn…"
Gojyo moaned, as Sanzo dropped his lips to suck greedily at the hollow of his
throat, white hands splayed on his chest and thumbs rubbing over his sensitive
nipples, sending shocks of pleasure rippling through his spine. And all the
while the steady stream of warm water rained down on them, like tiny needles
prickling his skin in a sensual massage, echoing and intensifying the pleasure
that Sanzo was giving him until Gojyo felt like he was literally drowning in
bliss.
Sanzo's mouth
found its way back up to his lips, both of them moaning as they kissed
desperately. The kappa reached behind Sanzo for the bar of soap, and turned the
knob on the shower so that the water was now softer and fell on them like a
light mist. Sanzo growled in protest as Gojyo broke their liplock, but then he
gasped moments later as his lover reached down with his lathered hands and
smoothed the slick, slippery soap over both their erections.
Sanzo reached
down too, but Gojyo held his wrist, and gave him a sexy grin. He hauled the
puzzled blond back into his arms, and coaxed Sanzo to wrap his arms around him
as well. Gojyo kept their eyes locked together, red burning into purple,
foreheads touching, as he slowly began to grind against Sanzo.
The violet
eyes widened in shocked pleasure, and then slammed shut as Sanzo hissed through
clenched teeth. "Oh fuck… Gojyo…!"
"Not this
time, baby," Gojyo breathed against his lips, before crushing his mouth
down hard on Sanzo's. Sanzo kissed him back just as wildly, as their arms
tightened around each other, hips grinding as they thrust and rubbed against
each other, the slippery soap making the slide of slick, hard, throbbing flesh
against heated velvet skin a delicious, maddening torture.
With nothing
more than the friction of each other's toned bellies and the heady bliss of hot
breath and yielding lips and wet, sinuous coiling tongues, they both moaned
long and deep into each other's mouths as they exploded simultaneously,
striping their chests and stomachs with their hot seed, entangled and rubbing
frantically against each other like a pair of teenagers.
"Damn…"
Sanzo panted, sagging weakly against Gojyo.
"Yeah…"
Gojyo gasped, turning his head blindly to give Sanzo a quick kiss. The kiss
landed on the blond's ear.
"Why the
hell haven't we ever done that before?" Sanzo demanded, taking
slow, steadying breaths.
Gojyo only
grinned, and waggled his eyebrows.
Sanzo pulled
back and scowled at him. "Hurry up and finish washing, then!" he
snapped, turning away and briskly lathering up as he turned the shower on at
full blast once more. The kappa continued smiling, and picked up the bottle of
shampoo. Lavender and honey. How appropriate. He poured some on his palm.
Sanzo turned
quickly and pinned him with a glare. "Don't touch me," the
blond hissed, correctly guessing that his lover meant to shampoo his hair for
him. "I want to finish up here quick," Sanzo ordered, violet
eyes blazing with desire. "Then you can show me properly what else
you've been keeping to yourself…"
"Heh."
Gojyo grinned, and stole a swift kiss anyway, ignoring Sanzo's impatient frown.
"It's nice having the great Sha Gojyo for your lover, ne, Sanzo-sama?"
Claret eyes twinkled merrily down at regal, dignified purple.
"'Ch.
Baka!"
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"Uhhnn!" Gojyo
threw his head back and gave one last powerful thrust, sheathing himself fully
inside Sanzo, hips jerking helplessly as mind-numbing pleasure throbbed through
his body.
"Gods…"
Sanzo hissed, the hot feel of Gojyo spilling inside him triggering his own
explosive release, making him arch wantonly beneath his lover, golden head
thrashing wildly on the pillows.
The kappa
collapsed on top of Sanzo, both of them limp and sweaty and pleasantly
exhausted. After a minute or so, Gojyo braced himself up to smile down at the
blond. "That was fucking amazing," he panted, scarlet eyes
fever-bright with blind adoration and bronze skin gleaming over the proud
planes of his face.
"Mmm…"
Sanzo murmured, hands coming up to comb Gojyo's hair back, and then settling
down to frame the kappa's face in his slender fingers. "And you're fucking
beautiful, baby." He brushed his thumbs softly over the corners of Gojyo's
lips.
Red eyes
widened, and then Gojyo gave a low groan and buried his face in Sanzo's throat.
"You make me so happy, you know that you bastard…" he choked, tanned
arms cradling the golden head possessively.
Sanzo snorted,
an arm going around Gojyo's back and the other hand reaching up to continue
stroking through the fiery red hair. "Hn. And you break my heart," he
murmured lightly, as the kappa trembled against him, overcome.
"Aishiteru,
tenshi… aishiteru…" Gojyo whispered fervently, glib words deserting him at
moments like this, when his touchy, aloof Sanzo let his guard down and allowed
Gojyo to glimpse the gentleness he so rarely showed. Lovers they might be, but
it was still a rare thing for the monk to be this mellow and eloquent, and
whenever it happened Sanzo was so sweet and tender that it overwhelmed Gojyo.
"I know,
you idiot," Sanzo breathed in his ear; and though the words were snide the
hands holding him remained soft and gentle, and the priest's heart beat wildly
against his ear, and Gojyo shuddered and sighed in pure happiness, and leaned
up once more to kiss his corrupt monk and worship him with his body and show
him just how crazy Gojyo was about him.
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Sanzo lay on his side, head
resting on his hand propped up on his elbow as he gazed down at the sleeping
Gojyo. He was exhausted, but it was a delicious kind of tiredness, his body for
once replete after they'd made love yet again. He'd lost count how many times
they'd fucked each other senseless, and that was just today. Glancing
out the window at the weeping, miserable rain, he knew that tomorrow Gojyo
would wear him out again, milking every last drop of pleasure from his yielding
flesh. The thought made him shiver in anticipation, and actually thank
the gods for the rain for the first time since he could remember.
Fuck. And to
think just a few hours ago he'd been staring morosely out the window at the wet
weather, resenting the unrelenting downpour and the memories they always brought.
And here he was now, actually grateful for the delay that same rain brought,
and all because it meant he could play as much as he wanted with Gojyo.
Sanzo grinned
to himself. The miracles that this horny rascal worked where he, Sanzo, was
concerned, and the damn kappa didn't even know it. Not that Sanzo was about to
give the bastard the satisfaction of knowing there was one more thing he had to
grin smugly about. Gojyo was already enough of a peacock without Sanzo stoking
his already sizeable ego.
But then the
violet eyes softened thoughtfully as the monk continued gazing down at his
sleeping lover. No, that wasn't entirely accurate either. Where he was
concerned, Gojyo was anything but flippant. Sure, the rogue lived to tease him,
and torment him, and even laugh at him and his awkward embarrassment and
self-consciousness at times; and Heaven knew Gojyo drove him crazy with his
juvenile antics and playful little games and daring stunts – like pressing
close and cupping his ass in the crowded marketplace, or nonchalantly stroking
his leg with a naughty foot when all four of them were soaking in the
bathhouse, or stealing a bite on his shoulder, quicker than lightning, amidst
the noise and confusion of fighting off another band of idiot youkai.
Yes, Gojyo
still tested the limits of his patience, and Sanzo still felt the overpowering
itch to shoot him sometimes, and the harisen still landed with stinging
regularity on his lover, perhaps even more now than ever before. But somehow
Sanzo sensed that Gojyo understood that this was the monk's perverse way of
dealing with their relationship, especially since they were trying so hard to
keep it a secret. Because God knew the more distant and cruel Sanzo was to
Gojyo in public, that the opposite was true whenever they were alone together.
Sanzo himself
was amazed at the overwhelming tenderness for Gojyo that welled up in him when
it was just the two of them. Indeed, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable with
it sometimes, and usually expressed it only with the possessive caresses and
searing kisses he bestowed upon Gojyo.
But – as it
had happened a little while ago – sometimes he surprised even himself, when
words spilled out of his mouth seemingly without his being aware of it. He had
never imagined himself spouting such sentimental crap, least of all to the
horny pervert whose primary mission in life, it had seemed, was to make his
life a living hell.
And yet he'd
done it, whispered sweet nothings in Gojyo's ear, and it had thrilled him as
much as it thrilled Gojyo, who was always overwhelmed when Sanzo was in an
affectionate mood. It made Sanzo happy to know he affected the cocky devil so
strongly, and could bring him to the point of tears with just a few husky
words.
It was a heady
feeling, knowing he had the power to break the carefree playboy's heart.
It gave him immense satisfaction, and not by virtue of the possibility of
inflicting hurt on the silly bastard. No, he was too far gone for such petty
ideas. It was rather the humbling thought that Gojyo's heart belonged to
him, and that the easygoing, happy-go-lucky wild child that was Sha Gojyo
trusted Sanzo with his happiness.
Amethyst eyes
roamed possessively over the handsome face before him, relaxed now in repose.
He'd meant what he'd said. Gojyo was beautiful, and it was far more than
the arresting high cheekbones, the wickedly arched brows, the handsome nose,
the startling wine-colored eyes, or the sensual lips so generous they only had
to smile to make you feel kissed.
No, it was the
subtle mark of pain and tragedy that rendered Gojyo breathtaking. It was the
stamp of suffering, of a survivor's struggle and his lonely, courageous triumph
– those twin gashes on his left cheek that gave him such a dangerous air, also
made you want to caress him, and soothe him, and heal those scars that were
invisible to the eye.
If there was
one word that described that handsome, arrogant face so perfectly, it was the
word strong. Beneath the carefree smile and the naughty, bold attitude
and bad-boy bravado, Sha Gojyo possessed a will of steel, an obstinate,
self-won strength born of a tragic urchin's quiet desperation. They were, deep
down, so alike; and the fact that Gojyo yielded that strength so readily
and allowed himself to be vulnerable with Sanzo was what "broke" the
monk's heart.
And it was
this same guileless trust that shattered Sanzo's defenses and revealed a
gentleness and tenderness that surprised even him. He had not thought that he
was capable of such softness. And the strange thing was, that he no longer
thought of it as weak. Sha Gojyo's influence on him was such that he only found
such emotions exhilarating, and liberating. Even if he was still cold
and reserved with Gojyo around other people. Hn. But Gojyo understood that too;
and what was more, he accepted it, just like he accepted all of Sanzo's
various faults and shortcomings.
Sanzo had
never dreamed of being loved so completely, and so honestly. He had
never questioned it either. Gojyo loved him, and he loved him just as
he was. Fucking unbelievable. Fucking stupid kappa. Fucking, wonderful
Gojyo.
"Oi…"
Purple eyes
stared in horror at the lazy grin slowly forming on his lover's wicked lips.
Had he just said all that out loud? Where the hell was his goddamn
harisen … !
"Quit
staring, baka," Gojyo drawled as he opened his eyes, cheekily throwing his
own words back at him.
Sanzo frowned,
and glared into sleepy crimson eyes shining impishly up at him.
And then he
electrified Gojyo by rolling over on top of the kappa, hands threading through
the silky red hair, as he drowned Gojyo with mad, greedy kisses.
"Angel?"
Gojyo gasped, shivering with dazed pleasure.
"… Love
you. I love you, Gojyo…" Sanzo growled throatily, giving in to the flood
of intense emotion roaring through his entire being.
"Uhnnn!"
Gojyo moaned, as Sanzo captured his mouth in a deep, lingering kiss, giving him
no chance to reply. But there was no need for words anyway, as they poured
their souls into each other with that kiss, which although as hot and lusty as
any they'd ever shared, for once was not a "prelude to sex"; but
simply an affirmation of their feelings for each other.
"Aahhh…
hah…" Sanzo gasped, when they finally broke apart. He collapsed down onto
Gojyo and nestled his face into his lover's throat.
"Nnn…"
Gojyo moaned softly in reply, his heart drumming so crazily he thought for a
moment it was going to burst. Involuntarily, almost, he reached up with his
right hand to feel for himself just how hard it was pounding in his chest. It
seemed like a caged bird, for Tenkai's sake…
"Hn… I
know," Sanzo rumbled, as he caught hold of the kappa's hand and placed it
over his own marble-colored chest. "Feels like a goddamn heart attack,
doesn't it?" the blond growled almost resentfully.
Gojyo gave a
snort of laughter. "Damn, Sanzo, you're talking like an old fart or
something…"
Sanzo froze,
and then reared up to rain annoyed blows down on the grinning kappa. "Just
when I'm feeling sentimental, you asshole!" he seethed. "You ALWAYS
ruin my mood, damn you!"
"I'm
sorry! I'm sorry!" Gojyo yelped, shielding himself with his arms, and
still chuckling helplessly. He couldn't help it. He was just so happy.
After a while,
the kappa leaned cautiously over the monk's shoulder, since the irritated blond
was now lying on his side facing away from him. "Sanzo?" he whispered
hesitantly.
"'Ch."
"Shall I
get the banishing gun so you can punish me properly?"
Twitch.
"Although
to tell you honestly, I'd really prefer the paper fan… that way the torture
will last longer..."
Sigh. Sanzo
rolled over on his back and glowered up at his maddening lover.
"Or you
could use the Maten Scripture?" Gojyo asked, face brightening. "We've
never tried that before…"
Sanzo blew on
his bangs in exasperation. "Gojyo."
"Hai?"
"Shut the
fuck up and—"
Gojyo placed
his index finger over Sanzo's mouth. "—And kiss you. I know." He
smiled tenderly down at Sanzo.
And he did
just that, and this time it was another of those kisses that led to
other pleasurable delights, and not even the rain made any difference as they
lost themselves in each other once more.
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-owari at last.-
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A/N: This chapter was more "lemony" than usual, but apart
from keeping with the story's summary, I figure that after the torture of the
previous chapters we ALL deserve it, not least of all Sanzo and Gojyo
themselves. Heh.
And speaking
of –er—"lemons": watch out for a senseless 353 smut fic I will be
posting next on AFF and mediaminer. I've already had two "strikes"
with FF dot net regarding my parodies Truly Madly Deeply and Episode 1: TMD;
that I'm terrified of being banned completely if I post a graphic Sanzo/Gojyo
here. LOL In a week or so… and I'm already red-faced with embarrassment, if you
must know. Heh.
Later, then.
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Japanese mini-glossary:
Baka:
stupid/moron/idiot
Bakazaru: stupid
monkey
Kappa: water
demon
Tenkai: heaven
Yare yare: "dear
oh dear" , "boy oh boy" (expression of displeasure or
exasperation)
Ikkou: group
Hai: yes
Aishiteru: I
love you
Tenshi: angel
Youkai: demon
K'so:
(Japanese swear-word)
Hentai:
pervert(ed)
Urusei: shut
up
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