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There was no way a gun to the head should be so damn...arousing.

Then again, the tangible threat to his skulls structural integrity had been brought about by his own hard work. There was a grin on his face, only slightly manic, as he merrily took in the slightly glazed look in Sanzo's eyes, the way the hand at his throat shook slightly...He had caused the monk to lose his cool.

And damn if that wasn't reason enough to be hornier than a kid seeing his first set of tits. That and the fact that while Sanzo was angrily cursing Gojyo in fascinating new ways, using insults Gojyo could swear the monk was making up on the spot, Sanzo was also, rather unconsciously, grinding his groin into Gojyo's in a rhythm that was rather...unmistakable.

"Fuck me or kill me, Sanzo, but make up your mind." Gojyo was proud he almost pulled off the nonchalant he was going for, knowing it would goad the man into irritated action.

Though, really, it could either be damn good or hurt like hell, depending on which way Sanzo decided to go...

Either way, the knowledge that he was in control of the situation, that it was his actions, his words that had worked Sanzo up into such a state was better than any drug he might have indulged in. and when Sanzo snarled angrily, biting without any concern for marks or getting blood on various articles of clothes, Gojyo wanted to howl his victory to the world...

That vocalization mutated into more of a pleasantly surprised moan as Sanzo's vicious teeth found their way to the sensitive part of his neck...right behind his ear..."Ahhh..." If he had known Sanzo was that...attentive...he would have tried to piss him off this badly years ago. Gojyo's eyes narrowed to pleasured slits as Sanzo worked at his left earlobe, sucking, tugging, biting...and arched in surprise Sanzo's free hand wandered its way under his shirt, dragging fingers across a rather sensitive nipple.

Yeah, he should have pissed Sanzo off ages ago.

Somewhere along the way positions had been flipped, leaving Gojyo on the cornered up aginst the wall side of the confrontation. And he didn't mind a bit. He hadn't intended on letting Sanzo top...but why risk stopping a good thing. Gojyo licked his lips, reveling in how damn tender they felt, tasting a bit of blood where Sanzo had nipped a little harder, most likely trying to prove some sort of dominant point.

Gojyo's eyes snapped open as his favorite shirt was torn, roughly and literally, from his chest. "The FUCK?"

Well, maybe opening his mouth had not been the best of ideas. The business end of Sanzo's pistol was not near as palatable as the other man's mouth had been. A surge of adrenaline urged him to try and push Sanzo away. Unfortunately the only thing Gojyo managed to move with any sort of violence was his hips, sending his considerable erection brushing along Sanzo's, and concealing clothing be damned, it felt good...

Sanzo hissed his appreciation, moving one hand around to cup Gojyo's ass, allowing him to maneuver the red head how he wanted. Apart from the loss of physical control, this new activity was just as pleasant for Gojyo as for Sanzo. The red head bit down on the pistol, moaning softly into the barrel, eyes sliding shut. Now...if he could only convince Sanzo to haul those cock-tease, tight black pants off...

If Gojyo had been the praying type he would have fallen to his knees then and there. Sanzo, apparently just as flustered and frustrated with the admittedly soft, but still constraining material as Gojyo, released his grip on the red head's ass and yanked at his pants, impatient to get them down.

So pale...so soft looking...mesmerized, Gojyo reached out a hand, stroking it down Sanzo's newly exposed hip...thigh...his murmur of approval reverberating down the pistol. Teasing...Gojyo brushed the lightest of touches across the head of Sanzo's erection, drawing a hiss of impatient pleasure from the monk. The pistol was removed with enough force that Gojyo felt it in the roots of his teeth and tossed to the ground, allowing Sanzo to lunge in for another crushingly violent kiss.

Threat to life and limb removed, Gojyo went on the offensive. After all, he wasn't the one with his pants down around his ankles. Catching Sanzo's lip between his teeth, he smiled, Sanzo's only warning before Gojyo's hands achieved their intended targets, one latching on Sanzo's ass, digging fingers into tense muscle, while the other caught Sanzo's erection a series of long, sliding grips that drew a confused combination of snarl and groan from the blond.

As much as he would have enjoyed being the one on the receiving end of a good hand job at that point, Gojyo had to admit there was something decidedly sublime in watching the esteemed Genjo Sanzo melt under his ministrations. Hell, he could probably manage to get off on the sounds Sanzo was making, the look on his face, alone.

Sanzo came not long after, finally completely losing his composure. It was a sweet victory, Gojyo feeling Sanzo's muscles tense, his face go slack, as he bucked into Gojyo's hands, his low rumbling moan of pleasure bringing a wide smile to Gojyo's face.

What Gojyo wasn't expecting was for Sanzo to recover so...fast. One second he was hanging almost limply against the support of Gojyo's body. The next his hands were a flurry of determined activity, clumsily pulling Gojyo's pants down just enough. Instantly those hands were gracing Gojyo with the same handling he had just so enjoyed treating Sanzo to. It didn't take long, much to Gojyo's chagrin. A choked shout marking his own release he leaned forward, biting into Sanzo's shoulder in an attempt to alleviate the violence of the sensation. Panting, Sanzo's flesh still clamped in his teeth, Gojyo attempted to gather his composure.

"One word of this, and you are dead." Sanzo snapped, casually taking the opportunity to wipe his hands on Gojyo's ruined shirt.

"Fuck, man." Gojyo groaned. "You really know how to ruin a moment."