While I wish I was Sanzo's keeper, I'll have to settle for being the poor, broke hostess to a pissy muse who gets abused, verbally and physically. I'm not making a thin, red cent off this, so I'm asking for lawyers to stay away from me unless you want to work for me for free. This fanwork isn't intended for narrow-minded, religious homophobes or anyone under the legal (note LEGAL not MENTAL) age to view adult material.

Dedication: Mostly, to Cyn, for giving me the parameters of the fic. But, this also goes out to EmpressMish because she's been dying for me to write something from Saiyuki for about a year or more now.

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Gojyo lit up a smoke and waited. There were some storm clouds outside, and he thought that it probably accounted for the pissy mood the monk was in, but he didn't care. The shit at dinner had been the final straw. He was fed up with it all and something was going to change.

Calling him a slut. A good for nothing. Tossing around that god-damn fan again. It was getting old. Too old. Goku might not have the will or the power to stand up against him, but Sha Gojyo had no intention of letting the pissy priest get away with it any more. It was time to fix the situation.

When you boiled things down, Sanzo was too uptight, too tense, and too repressed. He was also too high-and-mighty for his own good. An attitude like that could get a man killed. So, if one thought about it in that light, Gojyo would be doing the dysfunctional monk a favor. He'd take that stick out of Sanzo's ass and give him something else to think about.

The chair had been moved to the darkest corner of the room, just so that Sanzo wouldn't immediately see him when he came in. Gojyo would need the element of surprise if he wanted to catch the blond off-guard. Hakkai'd probably lecture him loud and long if he knew what the redheaded half-breed was planning.

Which was exactly why he wasn't going to tell Hakkai a word of it, now or later.

It wouldn't be long now. Sanzo would be coming in the door, cigarette in hand, ready to lay down and sleep off the beer he'd been drinking at dinner. Well, this time, Gojyo'd neglected to imbibe his normal dose of liquor. The flirting with the bar girl had been a ruse, too. Sure, she'd been cute, but she'd also been attached and quite fond of her man. So, Gojyo had walked her safely home and returned through the back of the inne, slipping up the back stairs into the guest levels above. No one was the wiser.

Sure, Sanzo might think the kappa was a moron, but that was his mistake. You didn't grow up on the streets and survive for a decade if you were a moron. The more someone thought you were an idiot, the more they underestimated you. Besides, smarts wasn't what got you by on the streets; it was cunning. Think like a beast to keep the other beasts off your back. The civilized sprawl was a wildlife of a different kind - one that Sha Gojyo understood better than Sanzo ever would.

The pretty-faced blond might think he was in charge, but he was just a human guy traveling with two and a half youkai. He didn't have the senses, strength, speed, or stamina of his companions. All he had in his favor was that gun, the sutra, and the fan. Of the three, the fan was the most annoying and the gun was the most dangerous. Gojyo would have to move damn fast if he wanted to avoid a bullet wound. Unfortunately, he did know that he was immune to the banishing effects of the gun. This was helpful information.

If Sanzo did manage to put a cap in his ass, it wouldn't necessarily be a fatal deal.

Gojyo's head came up at the sound of sandal steps outside the door. This was it. The room key went into the lock and turned. His ears picked up the sound of the knob being twisted and then the door opened, spilling the light from the hall across the bed. Crimson eyes watched as Sanzo turned around and closed the door behind him, locking it again with a definitive click. Just to be on the safe side, Gojyo tilted his hand so the cherry burn of his cigarette wouldn't give him away in the darkness.

Crossing the room, Sanzo untied his belt and let the robe fall away from his shoulders. God, but the man had such creamy skin; just like a woman. Gojyo wondered if it was just as soft and sweet. He'd be finding out in just a few minutes, so he curbed himself a bit and waited for the opportune moment.

Sanzo sat down on the edge of the bed, with his back to the chair, and raked his hands through his hair. The redhead watched as the muscles across the priest's back rippled with the movement. He watched how the leather shifted over the skin, an alluring sight indeed.

It wasn't until the blond priest laid down on the bed that Gojyo made his move, using that gift of speed he was born with to quickly carry him to the bed and pin Sanzo down. He smiled to himself as he remembered the last time he'd been in this position over the monk. There was a muffled assortment of curses as Sanzo struggled under his bulk, trying to dislodge the redhead. Gojyo wasn't about to let that happen.

Digging into his pocket, he drew out a long silken strip of cloth. Fortunately, Gojyo had given in to the foresight to take care of the slipknots before he got this far. It wasn't that hard to loop it around one of the priest's wrists and cinch it, putting the other loop over the knobby post of the metal-framed bed. Sanzo took care of the tightening all on his own as Gojyo fumbled with the second length of silk, managing to get it over the still-free wrist and then secured it to the other post. That was when he sat back and took a good look at his handiwork.

Even in the dark, he could see the lethal glitter of the monk's eyes as they bore into him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Gojyo?" Sanzo's voice was cold and dripping with murderous intent.

Gojyo said nothing as he moved down the priest's lean body and secured both ankles. God, but looking at Sanzo like this was such a fucking turn on. The redhead didn't stop to analyze why, just moved back up the monk's body and pushed the leather shirt up, baring Sanzo's chest. That was when he leaned over and struck a match, lighting the lantern beside the bed so he could get a good, colorful view of the priest.

He dug into his pocket for two out of the three last items, pulling out a generous-sized ball of hard wax and a last length of silk. Gojyo was counting on Sanzo's penchant for spouting threats now. The monk tossed them around like confetti, but never seemed to make good on them.

The kappa wasn't disappointed.

"You son-of-a-MRPH!" The insult was cut-off as Gojyo wedged the wax into the priest's open mouth. He took it a step further by covering it with the last piece of silk and securing that with a knot at the back of Sanzo's head. Now, he could go about his business and not have to worry about Sanzo bringing the whole town in with his cries of outrage.

Sitting down on the side of the bed, Gojyo lit up a fresh cigarette and took a long pull from it, letting the hand not holding the smoke come to rest on Sanzo's bare stomach. "You know, Sanzo, you hurt my feelings downstairs. I can't just let that go." Jamming the smoke between his teeth, Gojyo reached out and undid the front of the leather pants the monk was wearing. "You made me look bad, you asshole, and you cost me a lay... So, I'm going to get it, one way or the other."

Sanzo struggled at that, pulling on the silk that held him to the bed, arching his body up off the mattress. All that did was serve as an aid for Gojyo to pull the leather pants down to his ankles. One at a time, Gojyo worked them off his captive, resecuring each leg with the silk afterwards. He got kicked in the hip for his effort, but the half-breed figured that it would even out in the end.

Moving back up onto the bed, Gojyo stubbed out his smoke in the ashtray and then lowered his face so he could lap at the flesh between Sanzo's pectorals. The salty tang of the skin, not so unlike a woman, assaulted that sense. He shifted again and latched onto a bare nipple, suckling at it, slipping one hand under the priest's back as Sanzo arched upwards with a surprised moan. Gojyo worked that hardening peak for all he could then moved to the matching twin. He attacked that one with lips, tongue and teeth; pulling a louder moan from the priest, one that reverberated through Sanzo's chest.

It wasn't just about the sex. Gojyo wanted a chance to totally dominate the pain-in-the-ass monk. He would make sure they both knew that there was at least one time when Gojyo had held the upper hand over Sanzo. This wasn't just about getting off and the half-breed was pretty sure that the priest knew it.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Sanzo that it was his first time with another man. Up to now, the redhead had never even felt a shred of desire for one. While Gojyo didn't have the experience, he did have the know-how. One of his drinking buddies had been into men. In fact, the poor bastard had hit on Sanzo while the priest was hunting down Hakkai and gotten a gun barrel up his nose for his trouble. Over the course of their association, Gojyo had heard all he'd ever needed to know about guy-on-guy sex... even when he'd told the guy to shut up.

He never thought he'd be putting what he'd heard to use. Especially not on the priest who had caused him so much aggravation over three years. The last thing in his pockets came out, a small bottle of oil. One of those things he'd remembered, something that had been stressed, was that some kind of lube was necessary. Gojyo scraped his teeth over the pale circle he was working on, distracting Sanzo as he opened the bottle and let a generous portion of oil coat his fingers.

Without warning the monk, he took those long digits and rubbed them around the priest's anus, smearing the oil to ease and massage the tight ring into submission. God-damn, but the man really was a tight-ass. Gojyo slipped one finger through the ring, despite the wordless protest from the priest, and burrowed it up into the hot channel beyond. His memory was right on as he pressed his fingertip upward, finding a small bump, and felt Sanzo's body give a violent heave upwards. The resounding moan that had wracked the priest was something so totally erotic, Gojyo had to watch the blond's face as he repeated the move.

Again, Sanzo arched, but the look on his face captivated Gojyo. The rage in the purple eyes had turned to something darker, hungrier, though it was still laced with anger. It drew a sly smile from the redhead and he started working that button of pleasure mercilessly until he could slip a second finger into the opening. Again, Sanzo was arching so much that he was pulling his body off the mattress, stifled cries lodging in his throat, unable to get past the ball of wax in his mouth.

Gojyo worked in a third finger, gauging his timing by the blond priest's responses. Sanzo's forehead was beaded with dots of sweat and his body was practically thrumming with lustful need. The heavy scent of Sanzo's desire hovered in the air around the bed, invading Gojyo's nose, making his cock pulse in his pants. Pulling his fingers loose of the monk's body, the redhead fumbled with his belt until it fell open and he practically ripped the zipper to get his pants fully open. His engorged cock jutted, free of confinement and glistening at the tip, demanding to be buried into Sanzo's velvet heat.

It was with shaking hands that the half-breed applied more oil, making sure to coat his shaft from root to head as he positioned himself between Sanzo's knees. He pressed himself against the stretched opening and pushed in, just until the blunt head of his cock was nestled into that searing heat. It was a teasing sensation that made him moan even as Sanzo gave up a slightly pained sound. Gojyo reached under the monk's narrow hips and got a good grip, looking at Sanzo's face as his biceps flexed and he sharply impaled the blond priest fully on his hungry cock.

Sanzo's muffled sound of pain was overshadowed by Gojyo's body-shaking moan and he fell over the bound form, panting with the effort of not thrusting yet. He wanted this to last, to fully imprint on the priest that he wasn't so high-and-mighty, especially not now. After several eternal minutes, Gojyo pulled back his hips and then reversed direction, thrusting into the gripping clench of the blond's body with a strangled moan. The friction was almost enough to make him pass out with pleasure. Not even virgins were *this* tight during their first time...

His moan was echoed by the priest below him, the thrust brushing right against that bump that had brought on so much sensation. Slowly, Gojyo fought himself to build a regular rhythm, not wanting to come right away. This was too good, too intense, for him to just rush through it. Sweat broke out on the redhead's forehead, started running in rivulets down his back, as he continued to drive slow and deep into the heaving frame under his.

It robbed him of breath, that amazingly tight grip. He leaned down, over the priest's face, dragging his lips over each of Sanzo's eyelids. The monk was moaning on each breath now, wantonly working his body as best he could to match the rhythm that the halfling was setting. Gojyo couldn't believe the change that had come over the blond, that he wasn't still fighting him. It was enough to make him pause and reach behind Sanzo's head to untie the silk, allowing the priest to spit out the wax.

Gojyo didn't wait for the monk to say anything, simply leaned in to press a blistering kiss against Sanzo's lips. Surprisingly, it was answered with equal ardor, the blond's tongue meeting his stroke for stroke. Somehow, that was a bigger turn on, one that caused the half-breed redhead to thrust harder, faster, and deeper... over and over in a mindless cycle.

Orgasm started rushing upon them. Gojyo could feel the tightening sensation in the base of his cock, the one that usually warned him that he was about to blow. He welcomed it, just like he welcomed the hot and cold flashes that ran through his veins. His cock pulsed and throbbed, each stroke taking him to even dizzier heights of ecstasy, until his world finally dissolved into a spiraling oblivion.

Two shouts echoed off the walls, Sanzo's voice rising with the kappa's, as he found his own release. Their hungry mouths fused together, tongues tangling and dueling for dominance. Gojyo felt the tension and strength ebb out, leaving him shaking so much that he collapsed on Sanzo's heaving chest. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against the monk's sweaty shoulder, fighting to get his heart to stop pounding its way out of his ribcage. A smirk found its way to the redhead's lips as he realized that the blond priest was having the same trouble.

It was quite a while before either of them moved or spoke, Sanzo's voice breaking the silence first. "Get off me."

Gojyo lifted his head, crimson eyes locking on the drooping violet gaze of the man under him. "Nah... I'm comfy. I think I might fall asleep right here."

"You bastard... If you don't untie me, I'll kill you." It appeared that Sanzo had enough of his wits about him to issue the usual threats.

Pushing up so that he could look down at the priest, Gojyo gave him one of his lazy smiles. "I think you liked it, Sanzo... Otherwise, you'd just be making threats whether I let you go or not."

"Please. You're insufferable enough as it is. I'm not about to stroke your ego." Sanzo's head turned away, the set to his lips and jawline speaking volumes.

Forcing the monk's face back to his, Gojyo pressed a harsh kiss to the other man's lips. "This wasn't about my ego, Sanzo. It was about yours. This was my way of showing you that you don't own me. I'm coming along for the ride because I chose to. How I spend my time during our rest stops is up to me, not you." The redhead got up off of Sanzo, hissing a bit as his cock slipped free. Once he managed a shaky standing position, Gojyo fastened his pants and raked a hand through his hair before lighting up a smoke.

"Since I'm sure you don't want Hakkai or Goku to see you like this, I suggest you spout your insults very quietly tonight," he said as he turned towards the door. "I'll stop by in the morning after I get up and untie you. Good night, Sanzo." With a smirk plastered to his face, Gojyo walked to the door and exited the room, closing the portal softly behind him. Still smiling, the redhead jammed his hands into his pockets as he walked down the hall to his own door.

Oh, yeah... Sha Gojyo still knew how to leave a lasting impression AND get his point across.