Title: Heatwave (Part 3 of the Barely
Breathing Thread)
Author: Befanini
Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/~befanini
Disclaimer: I have absolutely no
rights whatsoever. For daydreaming purposes only. XD
Rating: Mature. NC-17 for language and adult
themes.
Summary: SanzoxGojyo. A desperate priest. A
naughty kappa. Who will emerge the victor in this sexy battle of wills?
A/N: Note the "lunatic" tag,
please… I got several whacks with the harisen for this. Hehehe…
---
Aarrgghhh… If he was given to screaming and
throwing a tantrum, Sanzo would have let loose then and there. Instead, he
settled for the twitch and the "'Ch" as Hakkai informed him that the
sleeping arrangements needed adjustment.
Goddamn
it all, not this, on top of this blasted humidity. Here he was sweating – sweating,
for the love of Tenkai! – smoldering in his bloody skintight black top and
arm gloves and heavy, uselessly heavy white robes, and now this!
"It
can't be helped, Sanzo," Hakkai stated in his mild, annoyingly reasonable
manner. "I'm the only one who can take care of Goku, you know that." I'm
the only one willing to take care of Goku, his phony smile said. Sanzo had
the decency to cringe.
"Alright.
Whatever." But he was dreading tonight. Oh yes he was. He slid a glance to
a delightedly grinning kappa, and groaned inwardly. Gojyo had pouted and sulked
and carried on about the original sleeping arrangements, arousing Goku's
curiosity and a questioning suspicion from Hakkai, until Sanzo had barely
managed to twist things around and make it appear that the redhead was carrying
on not because he desperately wanted to room with Sanzo, but because he
objected to rooming with the saru. That was how it was supposed to look
like, for Tenkai's sakes! But the wild beast could barely contain his animal
longing, and disaster had nearly struck. It gave Sanzo a fucking headache, on
top of it all.
Sanzo
gave the monkey a piercing glare. If the kid were not in obvious pain right
now, clutching his stomach and actually green around the mouth, he would get a
taste of the harisen for sure. But Goku was truly suffering badly after
having wandered off and eating inexpertly prepared sushi at some restaurant or
other. Right now he could barely stand up straight as Hakkai gently helped him
up the stairs to their room. Nonetheless, Sanzo's fingers itched to give the
poor kid a good, resounding THWAK for landing him in this situation.
This
situation was now teasingly rubbing his long leg against
Sanzo's, under the table that now only the two of them occupied. Scarlet eyes
burned into violet as the kappa growled in his throat. "Let's go to bed
too, loverboy…" he crooned, low, for the blonde's ears only. Sanzo slammed
his purple eyes shut desperately, casting about for a solution. If he knew the erogappa,
and he knew him well – fuck it all, he knew him intimately -- then Gojyo
was not going to give up, humidity or no humidity. And the very thought of sex
in this goddamn heat made Sanzo shudder in revulsion. He needed a plan. He
needed a plan now.
Sanzo
stood abruptly, nearly tripping over the kappa's feet that were still rubbing
against his leg like a cat in heat. He narrowed his eyes at Gojyo, who was wearing
his I'm-gonna-get-laid-tonight grin, and was hit with Inspiration. With
Inspirations. Sake. Beer. Vodka. Tequila.
"I
feel like a nightcap. Ikuzo…" he told Gojyo. Gojyo followed,
whistling happily.
---
"Sumimasen, Houshi-Sama,"
the bartender stammered. "Don't you think you and your friend have had
enough for tonight?" the poor man hinted, desperate to close up.
Sanzo
peered at Gojyo with one violet eye. "What do you think, Gojyo? Have you
had enough?" he asked the kappa.
Gojyo
pursed his lips. "I don't think, I drink," he declared, and blinked. "No,
no, wait – er… I don't drink, I think… I think?"
Sanzo
hid a smile. He'll have a raging hangover tomorrow for sure, and so will the
kappa, but it was a small price to pay. "How much do we owe you?" he
squinted at the distinctly relieved bartender.
---
Up in their room, Sanzo tore off the
infernal smothering robes with a great sigh of relief. He likewise peeled off
his sticky black undergarment and arm gloves and tossed them to the corner with
a good riddance, honestly unaware of a madly grinning kappa who thought it was
a striptease for his exclusive benefit. And then the priest crashed into bed.
Sanzo's
eyes snapped open when the other side of the narrow bed sagged. A tanned body
rolled on top of him.
"Oi,
get in your own bed! What the hell are you doing, kappa?" he hissed,
pushing Gojyo's hot flesh away from him. He failed. The kappa was a good deal
heavier. Sanzo clenched his teeth in misery as Gojyo's bare, moist, impossibly
heated chest met his tortured skin.
"I'm
loving you, what do you think?" Gojyo purred, as his hungry lips descended
to capture Sanzo's mouth.
Sanzo
groaned in abject torment as Gojyo's lips blazed against his lips. He clamped
his mouth shut, and the redhead chuckled sexily. "Playing hard to get are
we…" he crooned. The kappa licked teasingly at the seam of the blonde's
lips, his lazy, wet tongue flirtatiously begging for permission to enter.
Sanzo
moaned, wavering, caught between his body's instant reaction to Gojyo and his
mind's objection to the sweltering weather. His body won, for the moment.
With
a low growl of surrender, Sanzo opened his mouth. Gojyo's tongue slid inside
silkily, delicately tracing the soft flesh of his inner lips, running over his
teeth, licking teasingly against Sanzo's tongue.
But
when Gojyo started to move his hips in a sensuous circle against Sanzo, the
blonde tore his mouth away and pushed Gojyo off with a mighty effort. Sanzo
rolled to his side, presenting his back to the kappa.
"No,
Gojyo."
"The
hell you say – "
"I
mean it!"
"Why,
for the gods' sakes?"
"It's
too damn hot!"
Pause.
"You
can't handle my heat, is that what you're saying?" Gojyo teased, knowing
full well what Sanzo meant. Sanzo was suffering too much to argue. Suffering
from the humidity, and now suffering from frustration as well.
Gojyo
ran a long, feather-light fingertip down the ridge of Sanzo's spine. The priest
stiffened.
"Yamero,
kappa…" he begged.
"You
know I'm addicted to you," Gojyo begged in return.
Twitch.
Of Sanzo's lips. "That line won't work this time, Gojyo," he told the
redhead.
Gojyo
pouted. "Why not? … Alright then, how's this – I burn for you…"
he purred silkily, tracing and retracing Sanzo's spine with his fingernail.
Sanzo
shivered. Then snapped, "And I'm burning. Period. So-stop-it-right-now!"
Red
eyes narrowed. "Huh. I could still visit some of the bars, you know… pick
me up a woman, or two…"
Sanzo
pounced on that desperately. "Hai, hai! Here – " Sanzo leaned
over and fumbled with his robes on the floor, searching. "You need cash, kappa?"
Sanzo turned, a wad of bills clutched in his hand.
Gojyo
sat back, insulted. Then he snatched up the money and huffed all the way to the
door, muttering obscenities… Sanzo watched him go with resigned eyes but a
relieved look on his face…
And
then Gojyo swung around abruptly and dived for Sanzo, knocking the blonde back
against the pillows. He clung to Sanzo, blubbering. "I can't, I can't… I
don't want anyone else, I want you…" he babbled. Sanzo squeezed his eyes
shut in despair as Gojyo's smoldering mouth pelted his already perspiring face
with hot, wet kisses. "How can I enjoy Coney Island when I've tasted
Haagen-Dazs? How can I go back to tap water when I've sampled Evian? How can I
relish Hershey's when I've taken pleasure in Ferrero Rocher?…"
Gojyo
peered at Sanzo. The blonde was rigid in his arms. Unmoved. He tried another
tack. "When I'm feeling blue, all I have to do/ Is take a look at you,
then I'm not so blue…/ When I kiss your lips, ooh I start to shiver, can't
control the quivering inside…/ Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me got a groovy
kind of love…"
He
cupped Sanzo's face in his hands as he serenaded the miserable monk. He peered
owlishly into Sanzo's eyes and was delighted to see Sanzo's lips twitch in a
smile despite himself. Encouraged, he continued to sing. "When you're
close to me, I can feel your heartbeat, I can hear you breathing in my ear…"
And
then Gojyo got carried away. " OH, WHEN I'M INYOUR ARMS, NOTHING SEEMS
TO MATTER, EVERYTHING COULD SHATTER, I DON'T CARE…" he bawled. Desperate,
Sanzo shut him up by slamming his mouth over the lunatic kappa's mouth.
Mistake.
Big mistake. Gojyo's arms dropped to enfold Sanzo in a crushing embrace. Gojyo's
tongue thrust hotly inside his lips, Gojyo's mouth devoured his mouth like a
starving man. Sanzo could have withstood all of these, but when the kappa
groaned deep in this throat, when he felt the groan rumble against his chest,
when he tasted the hungry sound in his own mouth, Sanzo was undone.
He
grabbed the kappa, rolled over and pinned the redhead to the bed, ivory hands
now clasping tanned cheeks as Sanzo ravished Gojyo's mouth, his frantic moans
swallowed by the kappa who was kissing him back lustily. Tanned hands trailed
down his spine to cup his buttocks and grind him hard against Gojyo's throbbing
arousal.
Ye
gods, Sanzo moaned, reeling, he just couldn't get enough of this provoking,
incorrigible rascal… this bawdy, impossibly sexy beast who made him burn with a
single glance from those wicked eyes, whose lazy, sensual voice provoked
shivers from his spine… whose salty, perspiring skin tasted so…good?…!
Purple
eyes flew open as Sanzo remembered the unbearable humidity once more,
compounded now by the heat radiating from Gojyo's fiery body, magnified by
their sweaty, slippery, sticky bodies entangled together.
The
kappa yelped as Sanzo sprung out of bed, pushing limp, damp blonde hair off his
forehead, cursing a blue streak. "Where are you going, Sanzo? Oi!"
Gojyo jumped up and grabbed Sanzo's wrist. Sanzo shook him off violently.
"I'm
going to debase myself before Hakkai and beg him to let me take care of the
monkey, is where I'm going. ALL RIGHT?" Sanzo seethed.
"Nani!"
Gojyo sputtered.
Sanzo
stalked over to his robes, pulled out his cigarettes and lit a smoke. He
tramped to the door angrily. "You heard me."
Gojyo
sighed, chuckling in defeat. He grabbed Sanzo's wrist again, and pulled him
down to his lap, carefully keeping his arms loose around the priest's
indignant, sweltering body.
"Okay,
okay. You win. No nookie tonight."
A
droopy violet eye peered at him suspiciously. "You mean it?"
Gojyo
traced an X mark on the monk's chest. "Cross my heart. Hope to die,"
he said softly.
Sanzo
sighed. "Arigatou, Gojyo."
In
answer, Gojyo took the cigarette and stole a puff and willed his body to calm
down. Sanzo stood up. "Oi, where are you going now?" Gojyo
protested.
"'Ch.
I have to pee. Baka."
Gojyo
blew Sanzo a kiss as the blonde closed the bathroom door, then flung himself
down on the bed, arms crossed behind his head. Bah humbug. First time in days
that he and Sanzo got to share a room, and this goddamn heat wave chose to
strike. Fuck. He shifted on the damp sheets. Personally, he couldn't understand
what the priest objected to – to him, the added heat of slick, slippery,
sweat-soaked bodies only heightened the pleasure of making love. But apparently
not for his miserable Sanzo.
Sheesh.
What was taking him so long, anyway?
---
Sanzo crept stealthily from the bathroom,
tiptoed across the room, and gingerly sat down. He kept his eyes trained on the
other bed, where the lump under the sheets seemed to be sleeping soundly. It
beat him how Gojyo could bear to get under the covers in this goddamn
temperature, but hell, he was just thankful that the kappa had given up
tonight.
He
sighed, then eased his burning body down wearily… and nearly jumped out of his
sweltering skin as his back encountered the scorching, naked chest of one
erogappa.
He
cursed, scrambled to get up, but a strong brown arm clamped down hard on his
waist. He was too miserable to struggle, with the mercury rising even more.
"I
knew you would try that. Bad boy!" a low, silky voice purred.
Sanzo
groaned.
"Oi,
I made a promise, and I'm keeping it, alright? But I'm not wasting precious
time together. I might not shag you, but I sure as hell am sleeping with you,
so you better accept it."
Sanzo
sighed. "At least get your arm off my middle. I'm finding it hard to
gather enough breathable air as it is."
Gojyo
withdrew his arm. Sanzo turned to his side and Gojyo scooted as close as he dared,
laying one hand on Sanzo's hip. Sanzo suffered it without further complaint,
clasping the brown hand and raising it to his lips to give it a quick kiss good
night. Gojyo knew better than to demand for what he really wanted, a long,
slow, deep kiss. It would only lead to more torture.
So
he planted a light kiss on a creamy alabaster shoulder instead.
"Sanzo…"
"Mmmm…"
"Just
tell me why?"
Pause.
"You
know why!" Exasperated. Isn't it obvious?
"No,
I don't. The heat only makes it better for me. What does it do for you, anyway?
Why do you hate it so much?"
Longer
pause.
"…It's
ICKY."
Gojyo
barely swallowed a snort.
"Sou
ka…"
Sanzo
grunted.
Silence.
"Love
you, Sanzo…"
No
reply.
Gojyo
leaned over. "I said I love you, you sensitive, beautiful thing."
Sanzo
caressed the tanned face briefly. "I love you too. Now get away." He
swatted Gojyo off.
Gojyo
stole another quick kiss on Sanzo's neck, then dropped back to his place. In a
while they were both asleep.
-owari-
---
ENDING #1: Mercury Rising
He
came awake slowly, roused by the heavy, possessive leg thrown over his hip,
tanned fingers splayed against his stomach, and warm breath against his neck
sending frissons of electricity up his spine. He gauged the time to be an hour
or so before dawn, and the air felt deliciously cool on his skin. Fucking heat
wave must have broken while he slept.
Behind
him the kappa shifted, brown arm tightening around his middle as Gojyo murmured
in his sleep. Murmured his name – "Sanzo..." – then pressed an
unconscious kiss softly on his neck.
Sanzo
smiled. He turned around, encountering a frown and the unconscious tightening
of the kappa's limbs around him, before the sleeping Gojyo relaxed when he felt
that Sanzo was still in his arms.
Sanzo
gazed for a long time at the harsh, proud planes of the sleeping face… the
wickedly arched brows, the handsome nose, the strong chin, the devilishly
sensuous lips. He traced the scars on Gojyo's face tenderly, and then his hand
dropped to trace feather-light fingers down a strong neck, along a hard
shoulder, across sharply defined collarbones and a sleekly muscled chest.
He
heard a rumble, looked up and met sleepy, wine-colored, half-lidded eyes
shining at him in the gloom.
"You
just can't resist me, can you?" the kappa teased in a husky voice still
rough from sleep.
"Baka…I
was the one who woke up smothered in a horny kappa's embrace…"
"Did
you? I could have sworn I kept behind the invisible line…"
A
tanned hand reached up to luxuriate in golden hair as Sanzo lazily traced up
and down the side of Gojyo's torso.
"So
are you gonna punish me, or what?" Gojyo drawled.
A
golden eyebrow arched mockingly. "The fucking heat wave finally broke.
What do you think?"
"Oh
goody…" Gojyo grinned.
"Urusei…"
Sanzo growled, as he rolled over on top of Gojyo. His mouth descended to meet
eager, waiting lips. "Suki desu, suki desu, suki desu…" he
whispered. Gojyo pulled his mouth down in reply.
And
they created their own heat wave.
---
ENDING#2: Slippery When Wet
Gojyo
couldn't sleep. He'd drifted off for a few minutes, but after that he'd jolted
awake, and he stayed awake. It was a testament to his self-control that he didn't
just tie Sanzo up and ravish him thoroughly, humidity or no humidity. As it
was, it was pure torture lying there with the golden head and tempting
porcelain skin just inches away. Maybe his lover had the right idea when he'd
tried to get them to sleep in separate beds tonight, after all. Hell.
Gojyo
carefully got out of bed and cast a last, longing look at the ivory figure
sound asleep, and ruefully entered the bathroom to take a long, cold shower.
He
stepped under the icy spray, but not even the cruel, cold water could dampen
his raging desire for the icy beauty peacefully sleeping mere feet away. Gojyo
squeezed his eyes shut, clenched his teeth, and surrendered. He reached down to
grasp his aching member and started to stroke himself, picturing his beloved.
He gave a low, longing moan. "Sanzo…"
He
gasped as strong alabaster arms encircled him from behind, as slender fingers
replaced his own, milking him skillfully, as cool lips pressed burning,
open-mouthed kisses on his nape. "I'm here, love…"
"Nande?"
Gojyo rasped breathlessly as he leaned his head back weakly, yearningly,
against the golden head. "I thought you said…"
"Huh.
This is way different, erogappa… I'm just mad you didn't think of it before…"
Sanzo growled in his ear. Gojyo groaned in total surrender.
-Owari. For real this
time!-
---
Japanese mini-glossary:
Tenkai:
Heaven
Saru:
monkey
Harisen:
paper fan
Kappa:
Water imp
Ikuzo:
Let's go
Sumimasen:
Excuse me / Pardon me
Houshi-sama:
High Priest
Yamero:
Stop it
Hai:
Yes
Nani:
What
Arigatou:
Thank you
Baka:
Idiot
Sou
ka: I see / Is that so
Urusei:
Shut up
Suki
desu: I love you
Nande:
Why
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