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gojyo/sanzo, saiyuki

The Rising and Setting Sun
Title: The Rising and Setting Sun
Author: Shirahime
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gojyo/Sanzo
Summary: Sanzo's curiosity leads to more than just carnal knowledge. No spoilers.


Part One


“Damn it!” Sanzo cursed as he rose from the bed to a sitting position, throwing the sheets off of himself angrily. There was no way that he was going to get any decent amount of sleep with all that groaning and panting from the room next door. Why did the walls in this inn have to be so thin?

The group of four had battled yet another mob of demons earlier in the evening on their way to this town, leaving the already tired men in much need of rest. Renting four single rooms for the night, Sanzo had taken the largest one. But unfortunately, a pair of newlyweds had rented the room next door.

Sanzo buried his head in his hands as the noises began to crescendo. “Why did I have to take a room next to a bunch of perverts?” he muttered to himself. “How much longer are they going to keep at it? I should have given this room to Gojyo. He would have loved to listen to those two.”

The monk shifted on the bed as his pants gradually began to feel tighter. His face flushed, he couldn’t deny the fact that the sound of the activity next door was having an effect on him. The room felt so warm suddenly. Cursing, Sanzo rose from the bed, strolling toward the door after deciding to go outside for a smoke. He slammed the wooden door behind him, having no apparent effect on the passionate noises in the next room. Maybe by the time he came back, the couple would have finally exhausted themselves and gone to sleep.

Once outside, Sanzo sat on the stairs, plucking a cigarette from the pack in his robes and lighting up. He sucked the heated smoke into his lungs, holding it before exhaling. At least there was one craving that he could satisfy properly, he thought sullenly. But it wasn’t as though he really wanted what the pair back upstairs had, was it?

He heard footsteps on the wooden porch and cut his eye at whoever was intruding on his solitude. It was Gojyo, who was leaning on the porch railing, looking down at him with a cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Can’t sleep, Sanzo-sama?” the redhead drawled, smiling.

“No, not with that bunch of perverts upstairs going at it. I’m surprised that they haven’t woken the whole building up with that racket.” He took another drag from his cigarette, the heat in his lungs taking some of the edge off of the heat in his gut.

“You have no idea what you’re missing,” Gojyo informed him, smiling knowingly. Why did the redhead always have to wear that same leering grin when he looked at him? Sanzo shifted where he sat, wishing that he had relieved the ache in his groin before coming outside.

“I’d expect you to say something like that,” Sanzo replied, his voice edged with bitterness.

“Hmm,” Gojyo remarked, his boots sounding on the steps as he descended them to sit on the porch near the other man. “I think that you’re a little jealous.”

“Of course not! Don’t be stupid,” Sanzo snapped, frowning.

“Seriously, have you ever even been with anyone before?” Gojyo asked as he turned toward him, leaning a little closer to the other man. “Aren’t you even a little curious after all this time?”

“I didn’t come out here to listen to your rambling,” Sanzo answered, avoiding both questions as he puffed on his cigarette. Narrowing his eyes, he gave the redhead a sidelong glance. “Are you offering or something?” He had intended the remark to be snide, but it came off tinged with interest.

There was a flash of white teeth as red eyes sparkled. “Maybe,” Gojyo answered, “if you’re interested. I’d be willing to satisfy your curiosity.” He watched the blonde frown before turning to stare off into the night before him. Was the man seriously considering it?

Not wanting to miss the opportunity to obtain something much longed for, Gojyo continued. “Come on, Sanzo-sama,” he drawled, edging close enough to drape an arm loosely around his shoulder. He was encouraged by the fact that the monk didn’t try to dislodge him. “I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes. I could show you a good time. Why not indulge just this once? You’re already as much of a heretical priest as anyone could get. Is it so much to cross that last line?”

Sanzo turned to face him, his expression schooled to be stern, but by the look in stormy violet eyes, Gojyo knew that he had just gotten his wish.

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Sanzo sat on his bed, watching the redhead take off his brown jacket. His seemingly calm demeanor belied the fluttering in his gut. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going through with this. But it was something that the monk had always wondered about when he watched the redhead emerge from a shower, a towel hanging low on his hips as he dried flaming hair. Now that same man was in front of the monk, unfastening the buttons of his cream colored shirt to expose a toned chest as he prowled toward him.

The redhead noticed the monk’s stiff posture. He slid next to the blonde, a hand resting lightly on a clothed thigh. “Nervous?” Gojyo asked, trying to keep his own composure. Despite his confident demeanor, Gojyo’s heart was pounding as though it would burst from his chest. He kept wondering if this was a dream that he’d soon awaken from. But the monk felt solid as Gojyo grasped his shoulders to turn the blonde gently toward him, who glared and denied the emotion that was more than obvious. Smiling, Gojyo leaned forward to press lips to Sanzo’s for a quick kiss. The subsequent series of insistent kisses had the monk closing his eyes and allowing himself to be pulled toward the other man.

His arousal growing, Sanzo soon began to return Gojyo’s advances, sliding his hands tentatively up a bare chest. Smiling, Gojyo deepened the kiss, a tongue pushing into the cavern of the other’s mouth. Sanzo groaned as much at the redhead’s probing tongue as at the hands pulling up his sleeveless shirt to slide hands across his fair skin. Soon those hands were caressing and plucking at hardening nipples as the monk hissed. Leaning forward, Gojyo bent to lap at each nubbin in turn, a hand making its way downward to Sanzo’s groin. The monk shifted as Gojyo stroked him through his jeans, his hands gliding over Gojyo’s shoulders, trying to push the redhead’s shirt off. Gojyo pulled away to slip the item off, returning to do the same for the man who was about to become his lover, no matter how brief that period might be.

Sanzo gasped at the sensation of lips trailing down his belly as Gojyo crouched between his parted thighs. He soon heard and felt the zipper to his jeans being undone. “What are you doing?” he asked Gojyo breathlessly, who was sliding a hand into his pants to pull his straining erection free.

Red eyes blazed up into his. “I want to worship at your temple,” Gojyo answered in a voice roughened by desire before leaning forward, engulfing Sanzo’s length with eager lips.

Sanzo couldn’t stop himself from crying out at the sensation of Gojyo’s mouth applying delicious suction to his member, his tongue swirling around the crown of it as he pulled back, only to engulf him again. Sanzo moved one of the hands that had balled at his sides to comb through red locks, the other moving to massage his shoulder. Gojyo moaned around his length, the vibrations making the monk hiss in pleasure. Gojyo stroked Sanzo’s quivering belly with his free hand, his own erection tenting his pants. He’d get satisfaction for that soon enough.

Gojyo reached into the pocket of his pants to retrieve a small tube of gel that he always carried ‘just in case.’ He was pleased that being prepared was about to pay off. Sanzo was now lying back across the bed, his legs dangling over. Without disconnecting himself from his delicious treat, Gojyo pushed the jeans off of Sanzo’s legs. He slipped a finger down to toy with the monk’s puckered entrance, earning a shiver from the blonde. As Gojyo rubbed gel on two of his fingers, he increased the suction on Sanzo’s erection. The desperate noises told him that the other man was close. A digit made its way inside of the priest who cried out, pushing up into the redhead’s mouth. Sanzo made a choked sound as he came, Gojyo not bothered by taking what the monk had to give.

As Sanzo lay on the bed, boneless, Gojyo continued to prod the relaxed entrance with his finger, adding a second digit. The blonde tensed, but relaxed gradually as he was stretched. He marveled at the strange but pleasurable sensation of being stroked so intimately. Three fingers made him hiss in initial discomfort, but this soon gave way to the same strange pleasure. Sanzo’s stomach began to tie itself into knots at the realization of what was about to occur. He was more than a little nervous at the prospect of the redhead’s ample erection fitting inside of him, but his own desires won out as he allowed himself to be prepared.

When he judged the monk to be ready, Gojyo urged Sanzo up onto the bed, putting a pillow under the monk as he guided him to lie on his belly. Sanzo could hear the rustle of clothing as Gojyo finished disrobing hurriedly, his weight as he joined the blonde on the bed causing the mattress to dip. Gojyo stroked the remaining lubricant onto his girth, sighing at his erection finally getting a little attention. He nudged the rosette before him with his length, slowly pressing inside.

“Shit!” Sanzo exclaimed as he clamped down, the sensation of the head of Gojyo’s member pressing into him causing his nervousness to return.

Gojyo grunted at the increased resistance, pausing to stroke Sanzo’s flank. “Hey, just relax,” he instructed.

“I’m trying to relax!” Sanzo answered, indignant, looking at the redhead over his shoulder. “You try relaxing when someone’s trying to shove a huge steel rod up your ass!”

“Ooo! Sanzo-sama thinks I’m large,” Gojyo teased.

“Knock it off, or you’re getting off of me!”

“Okay! Okay!” Gojyo answered, holding up a hand in a placating gesture. He moved the hand that was stroking the monk’s side to slide under him, caressing his belly briefly before sliding lower to wrap around Sanzo’s erection.

Sanzo moaned as Gojyo stroked him expertly, his hardness returning. It made him ache for the firm length that he felt prodding him from behind to slip inside of him. Breathing heavily, Sanzo tried to relax enough for Gojyo to push inside, clutching the sheets beneath him.

Gojyo could feel how the man beneath him had begun to loosen up. Controlling the urge to plunge inside suddenly, he pushed forward gradually, groaning as the monk’s tight heat slowly enveloped him. He heard Sanzo give off a low groan as he fisted the sheets, but he wasn’t bidden to stop. Soon, he was buried to the hilt within the monk, who was panting as if out of breath. Gojyo held still for a few moments to allow the blonde to adjust. It wasn’t long before the monk was squirming in front of him.

“G-Gojyo, move,” Sanzo demanded, not completely able to keep the need out of his voice.

Gojyo answered him by beginning a series of shallow thrusts that had the monk groaning softly, his head bowing forward. His urges getting the better of him, Gojyo was soon thrusting deeply into the other man, who arched his back and cried out softly on each stroke. Blunt nails clawed at the sheets as Sanzo shifted restlessly, his thighs parting to give the redhead better access. He wanted Gojyo to touch him again, but he didn’t trust his voice enough to speak. As if reading his thoughts, Gojyo surrounded Sanzo’s weeping length with long fingers, stroking deftly in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. Sanzo sighed in relief, pushing forward into the circle of the redhead’s fist, then backward to be impaled by his girth.

His face blissful, Gojyo continued to pleasure the beautiful blonde. It was as if every fantasy that he’d ever had was coming true. He was almost as excited by the sounds that Sanzo was making as he was by the tight heat that surrounded him. He tried to stave off his own climax in order to bring the monk over the edge first. If this was going to be his first and last time with the blonde, he wanted to give it his all. Gojyo tightened his grip as he fisted Sanzo’s erection briskly, plunging into him deeply as he growled.

The muscles of the blonde’s body pulled taut as Sanzo keened through gritted teeth, shuddering as he spilled over Gojyo’s hand. A few more delicious thrusts from behind, and Gojyo was emptying himself within the other man, moaning against a pale shoulder. They collapsed together onto the sheets, Gojyo’s face in the crook of Sanzo’s neck. They fit so well together, Gojyo thought. He smiled as he felt the blonde begin to nuzzle the side of his face slightly.

“Hmm. Sanzo-sama likes to snuggle,” the redhead remarked, his smile widening.

Sanzo ceased the motion, scoffing. “I wasn’t ‘snuggling’ with you. That messy hair of yours was tickling my face.”

“Sure it was.” Gojyo noticed that despite the monk’s complaint, he made no moves to dislodge him. They stayed that way for a few moments before Gojyo rolled off of the monk to lie on his back. Growing a little bolder, he risked inching closer to the blonde, who laid facing away from him. Violet eyes opened as Sanzo felt an arm slide around his waist and a body spoon against his. Gojyo grinned as the monk allowed the motion, and for a moment, he could have sworn that the blonde had leaned back into the touch as they both drifted off into sleep.

To be continued.