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Ch.

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'How many fucking times is it going to take?' Genjo Sanzo growled to himself.

The frustrated priest was standing beneath the spray of a shower; water that once had been almost too hot to endure was (now) swiftly growing cold.

With a great sigh, he leaned his forehead against the cool tile and took his stiff cock into his hand.

'Are you ever going to go down?' he questioned his member in a small, agonized voice, before setting upon the task of
relieving himself for the third time.

Sanzo had woken several hours before dawn with his jeans wet and his cock throbbing like a motherfucker; he'd never had a hard.on to hurt so goddamned badly, before.

Having a sticky mess inside his jeans (needing to be cleaned up) had been reason enough to drag his ass out of bed, he didn't need the added nuisance of jerking himself off.

Indeed, if one could witness Sanzo's straight.forward manner of seeing to the his /needs/, one would understand why Sanzo thought of the act as being a /nuisance/.
His hand moved quickly and with no interference of the upanddown motion. He was a man headed for the finish line and the less time (not to mention, /fuss/) that it took to get there, the better.

Normally, Sanzo kept his mind as blank as possible (while he saw to the deed). Normally, it wasn't a problem.
This wasn't a normal morning.

He had attempted every Buddhist meditation trick that he had learned, endeavoring to rid his mind of the sexy images (which latched onto his every brain cell with the strength of a thousand Gokus).

He had (my fuck!) blown while sleeping and just this moment sent his third (obtained by himself) load down the drain.
If his cock didn't go soft, this time, he was going to chop it off.

Sanzo kept his gaze trained to his lower region while taking in deep, quick breaths.

Go down. Go downgodowngodown.

To the priest's delight, his body (finally) decided that it was (for the moment) sated. He nearly went to the floor in relief; however, he caught himself just in time, slapping hands to the wall to steady himself.

He shut off the water and stepped from the shower on shaky legs.

The bathroom door opened with a bang.

A yawning kappa with tangled scarlet hair nearly had his (own) cock released from his pants before he realized that Sanzo was even in the room.

'Fucking hell!' he shouted in alarm, his hand clutching his chest, 'Give me a goddamned heart attack, would you?'

Sanzo stood, completely frozen with panic. His cock (instantly) recognized the object of its lust and to the monk's utter horror, rose its head to /get a better look/.

If the floor opened and swallowed him whole, Sanzo wouldn't utter one damn complaint.

Three things happened at once, which were most unfortunate for the blonde; one, he realized that the only towel in the bathroom happened to be hanging from the door (which Gojyo was blocking); two, Gojyo had took notice of Sanzo's reaction to his appearance and three, Sanzo's gun had been left in his room.
He felt completely powerless and hated every ounce of that particular emotion.

'I'm happy to see you too, Sanzo' Gojyo smirked.

'Go to hell, pervert'

'I'm not the one standing here naked with- his crimson gaze fell down- my dick drooling'

Sanzo reacted so suddenly that Gojyo didn't have time to dodge the solid punch.
His entire torso swung to the side with the force of the connection and Sanzo used that split second to lunge forward, hand reaching for the towel.

The half-demon, however, recovered in less time than it took for Sanzo to see his goal; he blocked the monk's intentions and grinned wickedly when Sanzo pulled up short, barely avoiding slamming his naked body into Gojyo's.

'Move, goddamn you'

The kappa's tongue crept from his mouth to lap up the blood from his lower lip.

'No'

There was a dangerous glint in Gojyo's eyes that caused Sanzo's cock to throb [without] mercy.

'Move, Gojyo'

The redhead took a step forward, closing the small gap betwixt himself and Sanzo.

'Better?'

'Ch'

Sanzo had had enough of this. He moved to push himself past the leering idiot and (in the stead) found his face pushed against the wall and his wrists held captive, behind his back.
The blonde struggled against Gojyo's strength to no avail. His steady stream of curses and threats were (finally) halted as Gojyo wound his fingers into his, Sanzo's, hair.

'Listen to me, Sanzo' the half-breed hissed into the monk's ear.

'Fuck you, you bastard'

'Listen!' Gojyo tapped Sanzo's head (none-too-gently) against the wall.

The priest clamped his mouth shut, teeth grinding hard.

'I can tolerate your anger and your hating me, Sanzo-' Gojyo began, his voice sending a warm breath against the blond's ear.
-what I can't fucking bear is your fearing me. While I may be a pervert- he chuckled softly -I'm not a goddamned rapist. I would never put my dick where it wasn't wanted' Gojyo finished with a whisper and released his hold on the monk.

Sanzo remained unmoving until he heard the door open and close; after, he turned around and sank to the floor with one motion.
He slammed the back of his head into the wall, in frustrated anger.

'Fuck!'

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The idiot didn't miss what I thought I was capable of hiding from him:
The feeling of being helpless without my gun.
The shame of standing before him, exposed.
And yes, the fear.
What the idiot did miss was the reason for my fear. I didn't fear Gojyo. I feared myself. If he only knew how close that I had been to. . .hn. Yes, well, you'll see.

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When Sanzo had told his four companions that they were staying another night in the town, his words had been met by three separate reactions: pleasant surprise from Hakkai, a declaration of 'Whoo! Meat buns, here I come!' from Goku and a slightly arched eyebrow from one certain kappa.

The monk had ignored all three of those said reactions, chased everyone from his room and when dusk fell, Sanzo was still alone, in his room.
Fortunately, several other rooms had became available at the inn, which gave everyone their own place to sleep (Sanzo took one of the new rooms and gave the bullet-hole ridden one to Goku).

The blonde didn't think he had it in him to spend another night listening to Goku's snoring; he was in no mood to look at another of Hakkai's polite smiles and by the gods, he certainly didn't need Gojyo hanging around, making his life a living hell.

After dinner had came and went (where Gojyo hadn't made an appearance) Sanzo made a bee-line, straight for his room. He had never been more thankful for his robes, as they were doing a fine enough job of concealing his newest best friend. Apparently said friend had missed Gojyo's presence, during dinner and it had been everything Sanzo could do to sit comfortably and pretend that nothing was /up/.

'You are honestly getting on my goddamned nerves' the monk muttered, opening the door to his room.

'Well excuse /me/, your highness, for breathing'

Sanzo's head (both of them, mind you) snapped up in surprise, at the half-breed's voice.

Gojyo was sitting at the table, long legs sprawled and cigarette smoke drifting about his scarlet head.

The monk groaned internally, 'Gojyo. What are you doing in my room?'

Gojyo shrugged, 'I thought this was where everyone would gather, after dinner'

Sanzo took a seat on the bed, wincing slightly as the fabric of his jeans went tighter about his body.

'What's wrong with /you/?'

'Nothing' the blonde pulled the upper half of his robes down, bunching them in his lap 'And no one is coming here, so you can leave now'

Gojyo felt the habitual smirk taking its place upon his expression at Sanzo's unintentional overtone.

'Don't say it, Gojyo' the monk warned, lighting a cigarette.

'Say what?'

Violet eyes, heavy-lidded, broke through the smoke and fixed upon the kappa, 'You know what, you damn pervert'

Gojyo gave a short laugh, however kept his comment to himself.

As usual, a silence fell betwixt them. They weren't the sort of friends to sit around and chat, idly, of the weather.

Finally, 'Why are you still here?'

Gojyo stood up, 'You know, I was just asking myself that same thing' he went to the door, took hold of the knob and then went still.

Sanzo had been in the process of retrieving the ashtray when Gojyo turned back around.

'What now?' he growled at the redhead.

For nearly a full minute, Gojyo stood, looking like a fish out of the water; his mouth opening and closing.

'Nothing' he said, at last.

'Then why are you sti-'

'I'msorryyouknowforthismorning'

Sanzo blinked, taken aback. Quickly, he righted himself, fixing a scowl upon his face, 'Ch'.

The priest had heard of others making mistakes which had cost them so very much; he never expected himself to do the same.
His mistake was touching Gojyo.

Mind you, he meant only to shove the kappa out the door (before that idiot began rattling on about the crazy notion that Sanzo was afraid of him); however, when his hand touched against the other man's shoulder, the priest found that his fingers belonged to a stranger (certainly not to himself!).

They twisted into Gojyo's shirt and tugged the redhead close to his own, Sanzo's, body.

The blonde sneered into the stunned kappa's face, 'I am not afraid of you'.

And then he thought to prove that fact. In the most mindless way possible: by pressing his mouth hard against Gojyo's.

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