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Bed, Bath, and Way Beyond
Gojyo decides to try to do something extra to make the night special for him and Sanzo.
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Bed, Bath, and Way Beyond
After a particularly grueling stint of long days spent camping, fighting crazed youkai, and coping with bad weather, the Sanzo-ikkou finally made it to a larger-than-usual town on the edge of the endless scrub desert they had been traveling through. Being on the end of the desert, it was somewhat of a tourist mecca, and was equipped with larger hotels than they normally found and a fairly good assortment of stores and other businesses. All in the group were relieved as they pulled up in front of one of the nicer hotels, and dragged themselves out of Hakuryuu to go inside. It was no problem to get the monk to spring for separate rooms this time. He had given up the pretense about him and Gojyo and just asked for one room for them – Hakkai and Goku knew they were lovers, and he frankly didn’t give a hot rat’s ass what the rest of the world thought. It had been a long time since he and Gojyo had been able to enjoy each other’s company in the luxury of a real bed and clean sheets, and he was looking forward to it. He did splurge on getting them one of the nicer suites – what the hell, they were only getting one room.
While the rest of them were trudging up to their rooms Sanzo noticed Gojyo had disappeared. Great, he thought, if that asshole disappears on me now to go chasing after some skirt after all we’ve been through, now that we finally have the chance for a little quality time…, He fumed and got madder and madder as he let himself into the room. He’s gonna wish I had just shot him with the gun by the time I get through with him.
He looked around the room and was quite pleased with what he saw- nice big bed, great view out the window, balcony off of one of the windows, and a nice sitting area with a table and chairs. He checked out the bathroom – a shower and a deep bath big enough for two people with jets all around it. Wow, that was one thing he’d never seen before in their travels, not in a hotel room at least. It started to hit him just how tired he was and he stripped down to his top and jeans. He felt grungy and achy but he was just too exhausted to deal with anything now, and he flopped down on the bed on top of the covers, flinging his arm up over his eyes. He was mumbling to himself about fucking stupid cockroaches and asshole pussy-chasing morons when he fell sound asleep.
“Sanzo….” He heard a small voice. “Sanzo.. wake up baby… it’s your magic lover man…”
Do what? He was in that fugue state that happens when you fall asleep at the wrong time of the day, and you wake up suddenly. He wasn’t sure where he was or even who he was, much less who was talking to him or calling themselves his “magic lover man.” He instinctively reached for his gun, which - fortunately for Gojyo- he had stowed in the bedside table before he fell asleep. He blinked a couple of times and sat up and looked around.
Gojyo was sitting next to him in a cobalt blue silk kimono that was an incredible contrast to his red hair and eyes. He must have already showered and shaved because his hair was all shiny and glossy and he smelled like a million bucks. He looked past the kappa to the room. The table was set with a bottle of sake and two glasses and a tray with cut-up fresh fruit and crackers, and a vase of beautiful mixed flowers. There were candles all over the room, and all the electric lights were turned off.
He looked back at the kappa, “when did you… I thought you… I was mad..”
Gojyo silenced him with a kiss, and said, “ I thought you might, but never mind, I wanted to surprise you. We’ve been together a while now, and I don’t ever want the surprise or the mystery do go out of our relationship. I want you to always know how special you are to me. Now come on.” He took Sanzo’s hand and led him up off of the bed towards the bathroom,
Sanzo eyed him suspiciously. “Just what do you have in mind?”
Gojyo’s eyes twinkled, “don’t you trust me by now?”
“Not entirely, no.”
He swatted the monk on the backside and herded him into the bathroom. Sanzo noticed the big tub was full and bubbling with steamy water.
“Now turn around.” He did as he was told and the kappa undressed him, tossing his dirty clothes out into the closet in the room. He led Sanzo down into the tub and told him to sit on the ledge in the tub and relax.
Sanzo leaned into the back of tub and let the water pull him down to where only his head stuck out of the water. He felt the jets gently pummeling his tired muscles and closed his eyes and relaxed gratefully. He heard Gojyo rustling around and opened one eye to see what he was doing – he saw him taking a basket out of a large pretty bag imprinted with the work “Luscious” in fancy script and bringing it over to the edge of the tub. The basket was full of an assortment of small bottles, some cloths that he thought must be washcloths, something that looked like a mitten. There were also some other strange wooden objects that looked like S&M toys made in high school woodshop - Sanzo had no idea what in the world they were.
Gojyo took off his kimono and climbed in the tub with Sanzo. “Are you ready to be pampered, my love?” he asked, kissing him briefly. Sanzo was already starting to feel much better just from the hot water, and seeing Gojyo getting out of that kimono had given him a hard-on. He reached to pull Gojyo to him, and the the kappa laughed, pulling away, “not yet! We still have things to do. Now sit down like a good boy.”
Sanzo sighed and resigned himself to it. He knew that once Gojyo had an idea like this he was like a dog with a bone, you just had to let him go with it. “OK, I’m sitting.”
“First we wash your hair.” He grabbed two bottles out of the basket and hopped out of the bath and came and sat behind Sanzo with one leg on either side of him dangling in the tub. It didn’t help Sanzo’s resolve that he could feel the redhead’s half-hard cock pressing into the top of this back, but he tried to ignore it. “Dunk your head and get it wet,” the kappa commanded.
Gojyo poured a small amount of shampoo onto his hand and let it warm up a little before he put it on the fine blonde hair. As he massaged it into Sanzo’s scalp with his long fingers, Sanzo began to feel the tension of the last several days start to drain away. He closed his eyes as the kappa manipulated the muscles of his head while he worked the shampoo into his hair- he had never realized it could feel this good to have someone else washing your hair. The shampoo smelled so good too—sort of a mixture of sandalwood and spice and a little citrus – the smell alone was relaxing and delicious. He just let himself drift and enjoy the experience and was almost disappointed when Gojyo stopped and told him, “now go under the water and rinse it off.”
When he came up Gojyo said, “Now step two.”
“But you just washed it.”
“That’s what I thought. You know nothing about taking care of hair. You have to put a conditioner on it – that’s why mine looks so good. Now turn around and hold still. You’re going to love this.”
The conditioner was softer than the shampoo, silkier, and he enjoyed having the kappa massage it through his hair every bit as much, other than the fact that it didn’t take as long.
“Now rinse again, but you don’t have to worry about getting every bit of it out – it’s ok for some of this to stay in. It’s good for your hair. Smell’s nice, doesn’t it?”
Sanzo was so relaxed by then he would have agreed to anything. He rinsed the conditioner out, and the kappa was already back in the bath with him. He had the mitten-like thing on his hand and was pouring a gel-like substance from another substance onto it. Sanzo looked at him warily again. “What the fuck is that?”
“It’s a loofah mitt. It gets rid of dead skin. It feels great.”
“Who says I have dead skin?
“Everybody has dead skin. This makes your skin all tingly.”
“And this is good because…..?”
“Sanzo…….”
“Oh all right.”
Gojyo thought it might be smart to initiate the loofah with a little physical contact so he pulled the monk over in front of him in the bath so they were snuggled together front-to-back. He gelled up the loofah really good and started down on Sanzo’s feet and worked his way up, first one leg, then the other, scrubbing in gently circular motions. When he got to Sanzo’s thighs the priest’s hands instinctively came up to protect his precious bits from the rough mitt.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart – it doesn’t do them! They get another treatment.” Sanzo heaved a small sigh of relief at that at least.
The more the kappa worked the mitt, the more Sanzo had to admit it actually did feel quite good. The skin on his legs did feel a nice tingle when the hot jets of the tub hit it after Gojyo had finished with it. He had a feeling that he was just cleaner than he had been in a long time, like the layers of grime they had been accumulating all these months on the road were being stripped away. He surrendered to it as Gojyo worked on his back and arms, and was quite pliant when the kappa turned him around to do his chest and tummy. What he hadn’t expected, however, was that doing those areas would start getting him turned on again, especially because of the beautiful red-headed man who was lovingly doing it to him. When Gojyo brushed the rough gelled mitt across his nipples Sanzo’s dick sprang to full attention and he caught the kappa’s wrist in and iron grip.
He stared deep into the crimson eyes, “you close to being done?”
Gojyo, bright boy that he was, immediately caught Sanzo’s drift. “Almost done, angel. One more step.”
“Good.”
Gojyo got the gel soap again and put it directly on his hand this time. Rubbing both hands together he stood in front of his lover and started soaping him up from his armpits on down. He worked in small circles, slowly and deliberately, massaging deeply enough to benefit Sanzo’s tired muscles as he went. He slid his hands over his chest and back, feeling his ribs under his fingers, and over his abdomen, feeling the rills and valleys of his muscles there. He moved down to his flat belly and moved over his hipbones and curved around towards his ass, pulling and kneading at the little bit of flesh that lay under the skin. Sanzo’s eyes closed in pleasure. He massaged the monk’s thighs, those strong muscles that carried him down all their roads through all their travels, and kneaded them with his strong fingers.
He applied more gel to his hand and placed it directly on Sanzo’s balls, cupping them,and massaging them in the hot bubbling water. Sanzo’s violet eyes came open and locked with his crimson ones. He sensuously slid his fingers around the monk’s scrotum, kneading the precious contents inside. His little finger sought out and entered Sanzo’s entrance, and played there just enough to tease and pleasure him sweet spot. He moved his hand upwards to the priest’s erect cock and slid his slippery hand up and down the rock-hard column as Sanzo gasped in delight.
At that point the priest could no longer stay passive. He grabbed the kappa and crushed him to his chest, pulling his mouth to his with his hand wound deeply in his damp crimson hair. His whole body felt more alive than it had in months thanks to all that the kappa had done, and he had one singular idea of what he wanted to do with all this newfound energy.
“We gonna stay in here, or what?” Sanzo growled, when they finally came up from their long embrace.
“I was thinking the bed sounds a lot more comfortable. Plus I have an idea or two…for later,” Gojyo replied with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Oh gods,” Sanzo said, “I’ll bet it has something to do with those ‘things’ in that basket, doesn’t it?”
“You just never you mind. Rinse off and let’s go to bed, love.”
Much much later they lay nestled together in bed, and the candles had almost burned down to the wicks. They were drinking the sake and nibbling on the fruit and crackers, and were contemplating trying to find someplace to deliver some food to the room. For some reason they were absolutely ravenous, and the crackers and fruit just weren’t doing it for them, nice as it they were.
“So did you enjoy my little surprise?” Gojyo asked as he fed the priest a piece of dripping peach.
“What do you think?”
“Well, after the fourth.. or was it fifth time I began to suspect you approved,” Gojyo said happily. “Nice basket of goodies, ne?”
“I have to admit, I did love the massage. I wasn’t too sure when I saw those ‘things’, but it felt good.”
“You smell really wonderful, too,” the kappa said diving into Sanzo’s neck with his nose, nipping and kissing.
Sanzo fended him off. “Stop that. We have to sleep sometime, you know.”
“Don’t you remember me telling you I was your ‘magic man’ when you woke up?”
“So? You’re always saying stupid romantic shit like that.”
“No – I meant it. That store – ‘Luscious’ – where I bought all that stuff? The woman that makes it all is an alchemist. I told her I wanted something special.“
Sanzo looked at him with his eyes narrowed. “What exactly do you mean by ‘special’?”
The kappa’s expression was a mixture only Gojyo could achieve of sheepish and deviltry.
“I told her we needed to fit as much as we could into one night. That it might be a while until we had a chance like this again and I wanted it to be really special.”
“Yeah, and…”
“She said if we used her stuff we could do it as many times as we wanted, and wouldn’t get tired, and wouldn’t need sleep.” It all came out in a rush, and he looked at Sanzo fearfully, waiting for him to lower the hammer on him for doing yet another dumb thing.
“Tch.”
Long long pause. Gojyo sweats bullets.
“Well, come here then, might as well make full use of it, goddamn crazy cockroach. I swear, I don’t know why I put up with you …” he trailed off as he pulled Gojyo on top of him and kissed him deeply.
~owari~
Bed, Bath, and Way Beyond
After a particularly grueling stint of long days spent camping, fighting crazed youkai, and coping with bad weather, the Sanzo-ikkou finally made it to a larger-than-usual town on the edge of the endless scrub desert they had been traveling through. Being on the end of the desert, it was somewhat of a tourist mecca, and was equipped with larger hotels than they normally found and a fairly good assortment of stores and other businesses. All in the group were relieved as they pulled up in front of one of the nicer hotels, and dragged themselves out of Hakuryuu to go inside. It was no problem to get the monk to spring for separate rooms this time. He had given up the pretense about him and Gojyo and just asked for one room for them – Hakkai and Goku knew they were lovers, and he frankly didn’t give a hot rat’s ass what the rest of the world thought. It had been a long time since he and Gojyo had been able to enjoy each other’s company in the luxury of a real bed and clean sheets, and he was looking forward to it. He did splurge on getting them one of the nicer suites – what the hell, they were only getting one room.
While the rest of them were trudging up to their rooms Sanzo noticed Gojyo had disappeared. Great, he thought, if that asshole disappears on me now to go chasing after some skirt after all we’ve been through, now that we finally have the chance for a little quality time…, He fumed and got madder and madder as he let himself into the room. He’s gonna wish I had just shot him with the gun by the time I get through with him.
He looked around the room and was quite pleased with what he saw- nice big bed, great view out the window, balcony off of one of the windows, and a nice sitting area with a table and chairs. He checked out the bathroom – a shower and a deep bath big enough for two people with jets all around it. Wow, that was one thing he’d never seen before in their travels, not in a hotel room at least. It started to hit him just how tired he was and he stripped down to his top and jeans. He felt grungy and achy but he was just too exhausted to deal with anything now, and he flopped down on the bed on top of the covers, flinging his arm up over his eyes. He was mumbling to himself about fucking stupid cockroaches and asshole pussy-chasing morons when he fell sound asleep.
“Sanzo….” He heard a small voice. “Sanzo.. wake up baby… it’s your magic lover man…”
Do what? He was in that fugue state that happens when you fall asleep at the wrong time of the day, and you wake up suddenly. He wasn’t sure where he was or even who he was, much less who was talking to him or calling themselves his “magic lover man.” He instinctively reached for his gun, which - fortunately for Gojyo- he had stowed in the bedside table before he fell asleep. He blinked a couple of times and sat up and looked around.
Gojyo was sitting next to him in a cobalt blue silk kimono that was an incredible contrast to his red hair and eyes. He must have already showered and shaved because his hair was all shiny and glossy and he smelled like a million bucks. He looked past the kappa to the room. The table was set with a bottle of sake and two glasses and a tray with cut-up fresh fruit and crackers, and a vase of beautiful mixed flowers. There were candles all over the room, and all the electric lights were turned off.
He looked back at the kappa, “when did you… I thought you… I was mad..”
Gojyo silenced him with a kiss, and said, “ I thought you might, but never mind, I wanted to surprise you. We’ve been together a while now, and I don’t ever want the surprise or the mystery do go out of our relationship. I want you to always know how special you are to me. Now come on.” He took Sanzo’s hand and led him up off of the bed towards the bathroom,
Sanzo eyed him suspiciously. “Just what do you have in mind?”
Gojyo’s eyes twinkled, “don’t you trust me by now?”
“Not entirely, no.”
He swatted the monk on the backside and herded him into the bathroom. Sanzo noticed the big tub was full and bubbling with steamy water.
“Now turn around.” He did as he was told and the kappa undressed him, tossing his dirty clothes out into the closet in the room. He led Sanzo down into the tub and told him to sit on the ledge in the tub and relax.
Sanzo leaned into the back of tub and let the water pull him down to where only his head stuck out of the water. He felt the jets gently pummeling his tired muscles and closed his eyes and relaxed gratefully. He heard Gojyo rustling around and opened one eye to see what he was doing – he saw him taking a basket out of a large pretty bag imprinted with the work “Luscious” in fancy script and bringing it over to the edge of the tub. The basket was full of an assortment of small bottles, some cloths that he thought must be washcloths, something that looked like a mitten. There were also some other strange wooden objects that looked like S&M toys made in high school woodshop - Sanzo had no idea what in the world they were.
Gojyo took off his kimono and climbed in the tub with Sanzo. “Are you ready to be pampered, my love?” he asked, kissing him briefly. Sanzo was already starting to feel much better just from the hot water, and seeing Gojyo getting out of that kimono had given him a hard-on. He reached to pull Gojyo to him, and the the kappa laughed, pulling away, “not yet! We still have things to do. Now sit down like a good boy.”
Sanzo sighed and resigned himself to it. He knew that once Gojyo had an idea like this he was like a dog with a bone, you just had to let him go with it. “OK, I’m sitting.”
“First we wash your hair.” He grabbed two bottles out of the basket and hopped out of the bath and came and sat behind Sanzo with one leg on either side of him dangling in the tub. It didn’t help Sanzo’s resolve that he could feel the redhead’s half-hard cock pressing into the top of this back, but he tried to ignore it. “Dunk your head and get it wet,” the kappa commanded.
Gojyo poured a small amount of shampoo onto his hand and let it warm up a little before he put it on the fine blonde hair. As he massaged it into Sanzo’s scalp with his long fingers, Sanzo began to feel the tension of the last several days start to drain away. He closed his eyes as the kappa manipulated the muscles of his head while he worked the shampoo into his hair- he had never realized it could feel this good to have someone else washing your hair. The shampoo smelled so good too—sort of a mixture of sandalwood and spice and a little citrus – the smell alone was relaxing and delicious. He just let himself drift and enjoy the experience and was almost disappointed when Gojyo stopped and told him, “now go under the water and rinse it off.”
When he came up Gojyo said, “Now step two.”
“But you just washed it.”
“That’s what I thought. You know nothing about taking care of hair. You have to put a conditioner on it – that’s why mine looks so good. Now turn around and hold still. You’re going to love this.”
The conditioner was softer than the shampoo, silkier, and he enjoyed having the kappa massage it through his hair every bit as much, other than the fact that it didn’t take as long.
“Now rinse again, but you don’t have to worry about getting every bit of it out – it’s ok for some of this to stay in. It’s good for your hair. Smell’s nice, doesn’t it?”
Sanzo was so relaxed by then he would have agreed to anything. He rinsed the conditioner out, and the kappa was already back in the bath with him. He had the mitten-like thing on his hand and was pouring a gel-like substance from another substance onto it. Sanzo looked at him warily again. “What the fuck is that?”
“It’s a loofah mitt. It gets rid of dead skin. It feels great.”
“Who says I have dead skin?
“Everybody has dead skin. This makes your skin all tingly.”
“And this is good because…..?”
“Sanzo…….”
“Oh all right.”
Gojyo thought it might be smart to initiate the loofah with a little physical contact so he pulled the monk over in front of him in the bath so they were snuggled together front-to-back. He gelled up the loofah really good and started down on Sanzo’s feet and worked his way up, first one leg, then the other, scrubbing in gently circular motions. When he got to Sanzo’s thighs the priest’s hands instinctively came up to protect his precious bits from the rough mitt.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart – it doesn’t do them! They get another treatment.” Sanzo heaved a small sigh of relief at that at least.
The more the kappa worked the mitt, the more Sanzo had to admit it actually did feel quite good. The skin on his legs did feel a nice tingle when the hot jets of the tub hit it after Gojyo had finished with it. He had a feeling that he was just cleaner than he had been in a long time, like the layers of grime they had been accumulating all these months on the road were being stripped away. He surrendered to it as Gojyo worked on his back and arms, and was quite pliant when the kappa turned him around to do his chest and tummy. What he hadn’t expected, however, was that doing those areas would start getting him turned on again, especially because of the beautiful red-headed man who was lovingly doing it to him. When Gojyo brushed the rough gelled mitt across his nipples Sanzo’s dick sprang to full attention and he caught the kappa’s wrist in and iron grip.
He stared deep into the crimson eyes, “you close to being done?”
Gojyo, bright boy that he was, immediately caught Sanzo’s drift. “Almost done, angel. One more step.”
“Good.”
Gojyo got the gel soap again and put it directly on his hand this time. Rubbing both hands together he stood in front of his lover and started soaping him up from his armpits on down. He worked in small circles, slowly and deliberately, massaging deeply enough to benefit Sanzo’s tired muscles as he went. He slid his hands over his chest and back, feeling his ribs under his fingers, and over his abdomen, feeling the rills and valleys of his muscles there. He moved down to his flat belly and moved over his hipbones and curved around towards his ass, pulling and kneading at the little bit of flesh that lay under the skin. Sanzo’s eyes closed in pleasure. He massaged the monk’s thighs, those strong muscles that carried him down all their roads through all their travels, and kneaded them with his strong fingers.
He applied more gel to his hand and placed it directly on Sanzo’s balls, cupping them,and massaging them in the hot bubbling water. Sanzo’s violet eyes came open and locked with his crimson ones. He sensuously slid his fingers around the monk’s scrotum, kneading the precious contents inside. His little finger sought out and entered Sanzo’s entrance, and played there just enough to tease and pleasure him sweet spot. He moved his hand upwards to the priest’s erect cock and slid his slippery hand up and down the rock-hard column as Sanzo gasped in delight.
At that point the priest could no longer stay passive. He grabbed the kappa and crushed him to his chest, pulling his mouth to his with his hand wound deeply in his damp crimson hair. His whole body felt more alive than it had in months thanks to all that the kappa had done, and he had one singular idea of what he wanted to do with all this newfound energy.
“We gonna stay in here, or what?” Sanzo growled, when they finally came up from their long embrace.
“I was thinking the bed sounds a lot more comfortable. Plus I have an idea or two…for later,” Gojyo replied with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Oh gods,” Sanzo said, “I’ll bet it has something to do with those ‘things’ in that basket, doesn’t it?”
“You just never you mind. Rinse off and let’s go to bed, love.”
Much much later they lay nestled together in bed, and the candles had almost burned down to the wicks. They were drinking the sake and nibbling on the fruit and crackers, and were contemplating trying to find someplace to deliver some food to the room. For some reason they were absolutely ravenous, and the crackers and fruit just weren’t doing it for them, nice as it they were.
“So did you enjoy my little surprise?” Gojyo asked as he fed the priest a piece of dripping peach.
“What do you think?”
“Well, after the fourth.. or was it fifth time I began to suspect you approved,” Gojyo said happily. “Nice basket of goodies, ne?”
“I have to admit, I did love the massage. I wasn’t too sure when I saw those ‘things’, but it felt good.”
“You smell really wonderful, too,” the kappa said diving into Sanzo’s neck with his nose, nipping and kissing.
Sanzo fended him off. “Stop that. We have to sleep sometime, you know.”
“Don’t you remember me telling you I was your ‘magic man’ when you woke up?”
“So? You’re always saying stupid romantic shit like that.”
“No – I meant it. That store – ‘Luscious’ – where I bought all that stuff? The woman that makes it all is an alchemist. I told her I wanted something special.“
Sanzo looked at him with his eyes narrowed. “What exactly do you mean by ‘special’?”
The kappa’s expression was a mixture only Gojyo could achieve of sheepish and deviltry.
“I told her we needed to fit as much as we could into one night. That it might be a while until we had a chance like this again and I wanted it to be really special.”
“Yeah, and…”
“She said if we used her stuff we could do it as many times as we wanted, and wouldn’t get tired, and wouldn’t need sleep.” It all came out in a rush, and he looked at Sanzo fearfully, waiting for him to lower the hammer on him for doing yet another dumb thing.
“Tch.”
Long long pause. Gojyo sweats bullets.
“Well, come here then, might as well make full use of it, goddamn crazy cockroach. I swear, I don’t know why I put up with you …” he trailed off as he pulled Gojyo on top of him and kissed him deeply.
~owari~
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