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I was completely shocked when Sanzo pressed his lips to mine. I really shouldn't have been; who would dare resist me when I put my mind to seducing them?

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As the shock slowly drained from Sha Gojyo, he became aware of something. Sanzo wasn't kissing him, honestly.
Yes, he had his lips to the redhead's; however, that small detail wasn't enough to be considered (in Gojyo's opinion) a kiss.

Either he is stunned by his own actions or he doesn't know how to kiss.

The half-demon suspected that it was a little of both. No matter, his suspicions; Sanzo was (now) pulling away from his, Gojyo's, mouth.

Gojyo cleared his throat.

'Alright. That proved you're not afraid of me'

Sanzo's fingers tightened their grip upon the redhead's shirt.

'I'm happy that you're not, really'

'Gojyo'

'Yeah?'

'Shut up'

Sanzo's mouth took Gojyo's again, his lips hard pressing until the kappa had to pull away or risk having serious injury occur to his own lips.

Before Sanzo could one, become offended, or two, change his mind, Gojyo gripped the monk behind his neck, sliding long fingers into the softness of the blonde hair found there.
He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against Sanzo's, teasing the priest's bottom lip with his tongue.

If Gojyo didn't possess the heightened sense of hearing which he did, he would have missed the slight gasp coming from Sanzo's mouth.

Gojyo nibbled where his tongue touched and pulled the blonde's lip into his mouth, suckling it gently before he released it. Moving his mouth expertly over Sanzo's, Gojyo taught the monk how enjoyable that kissing was. And Sanzo, Gojyo discovered, was a damn quick learner.

The moment that the monk began returning the kiss by mirroring the kappa's movements, he made the attempt to become the dominator, pushing his tongue into the playground of Gojyo's mouth and sliding it along and around the half-breed's own.

Gojyo felt his stomach twist with pleasure as Sanzo eagerly sucked the kappa's tongue while tangling his pale fingers into Gojyo's scarlet hair, pulling him closer.

When the monk's stiff cock pressed against Gojyo's, the kiss turned into a passionate battle as lust unfurled to its entire state.
The half-breed roughly pushed the priest against the wall and moved his mouth from Sanzo's, running tongue and teeth along the blonde's jawline, nipping the man's earlobe and tasting the small amount of flesh bared above the neckline of his black top.

Sanzo's grip tightened in the half-breed's hair until he forcibly brought Gojyo's mouth back to his own. He quickly reversed their position, ardently pressing against Gojyo until drawing so much as a breath was a struggle to complete.

Porcelain hands pushed under the fabric of the redhead's shirt, blunt fingernails digging across tight abdomen muscles, palms sliding up over hot skin until fingertips brushed dusky nipples, causing them to form into hardened buds.

Gojyo moaned and the blonde swallowed the sound before his head dipped and took one of those said buds into his mouth, grinding teeth into the stiff flesh.

'Fu. Ck.' Gojyo hissed, arching his back.

Who could guess how Sanzo knew what to do and how to do it and at this point in time, Gojyo couldn't give a fuck.
Even a monk was capable of fantasy, it would seem, and what's more, this particular monk could formulate fantasy into reality.

Gojyo was damn thankful for Sanzo's capability.

The blonde head came up and Sanzo panted against Gojyo's mouth, 'Take off your clothes'.

Gojyo didn't need any more encouragement; he quickly shed his clothing, while Sanzo made quick work of his robe and top.

When the monk didn't remove his pants or gloves, Gojyo arched an eyebrow.

'What about you?'

Purple hued eyes, darkened with lust, narrowed.

'What about me?'

Gojyo grinned, pulled Sanzo against his naked body and teasingly whispered against the monk's ear, 'Is someone being shy?'

The priest pushed Gojyo away and glared at him, 'I can do what I want with my pants left on, thank you'.

At that, Gojyo froze.

'Wha-? Wait a minute- he frowned, gifting Sanzo with a wary glance -you don't think you're fucking /me/, do you?'

Sanzo rolled his eyes.

'That's the idea, yes. And you think to call yourself /experienced/, Gojyo? Ch'

However, at Sanzo's initial words, the half-breed was (already) shaking his head, crimson hair swaying against his wide shoulders.

'Oh, hell no. I don't bottom for anyone; not even /you/, Sanzo-sama'

Sanzo snorted, 'The hell you don't. What about Hakkai?'

Gojyo gave a short laugh, 'Not even Hakkai'

The monk fixed the other man with a dubious expression.

'What? You don't believe me? Ask him, yourself!'

'Hn' Sanzo turned his face away, eyelids nearly closed over violet eyes, 'I should have known it'.

Gojyo narrowed his eyes, 'Should have known what, monk?'

Sanzo waited until he had removed a cigarette from the pack and had it lit before he made his reply.

'That you would be a selfish lover' he stated, smoke curling about his blonde head.

The half-breed sputtered, indignant.

'/A selfish lover/?' he repeated, nearly howling with outrage, 'You take that back!'

'I don't believe I will' Sanzo took a chair at the table and remained completely unaffected by Gojyo's show of temper.

Gojyo stomped to where Sanzo sat and splayed palms over the tabletop , glaring down at the monk.

'I'll have you to know that I'm a damn good lover'

'You would?- the blonde lifted his eyes to peer into an incensed scarlet glare -Then why are we having this conversation?'

Gojyo held his breath against the sudden onslaught of secondhand smoke and when it drifted past his face, he snarled, '/Because/, you asshole, you called me a selfish lover, if you don't remember'.

'Ch. I know what I called you, Gojyo. I don't need reminding'

The redhead threw up his hands in frustration, 'You are some damn piece of work, you know that?' he moved to where he'd left his clothes lying on the floor and snatched up his pants.

'I should have known. I should have known' Gojyo muttered under his breath, while first, pushing one foot through the pant's leg and then the other, 'Once a prissy monk, always a prissy monk!' He didn't bother with the zipper before reaching for his shirt.

His long claret hair was suddenly seized and Gojyo felt himself being tossed by his tresses onto the bed.

'What the hell do you thi-?' before the kappa could turn from his stomach or finish his sentence, however, Sanzo's weight was upon his backside, the monk straddling Gojyo's hips.

'How many times am I going to have to tell you to shut up, you goddamned idiot?'

Sanzo's ran palms up the length of corded muscle which made Gojyo's back and slid beneath crimson locks.
He (again) fisted handfuls of the silk turned hair and pulled the kappa into a painful arch while he, himself leaned forward until his mouth whispered against Gojyo's ear.

'Is this how a fuck god behaves? Walking out of the room while there still remains an aroused priest inside, left /unsatisfied/?'

Gojyo grit his teeth against the pain of his hair straining against their roots, 'Fuck you, Sanzo'.

Sanzo's teeth sank into the flesh of Gojyo's throat and after he released the suction of his mouth, he ran a tongue along his lips, tasting copper.

'No, Gojyo; fuck you'

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Sanzo is such a bitch. And he had one thing coming if he thought, for a second, that he was going to make me into his. It was high time for the fuck god to show the high and mighty priest who was boss in the bedroom.