It wasn't so much that the kappa had said it; Sanzo was used to his drunken goading. It was hardly surprising when he really got going, Gojyo's bemoaning and jibes turned to more carnal matters. The best thing to do was just ignore the pillock.
But somewhere during the course of the last pint of ale, he'd crossed a line. A line that was blurry now, to Sanzo's dim irritation. Getting from the bar to the alley out back was also shady in his mind. At one point Sanzo must've stumbled, because his right hand was freshly grazed, with a bleeding cut zig-zagging just below his index finger knuckle. The sting was vague, distant, unimportant.
The only important thing he could grasp and hold long enough to be concerned about, was that he was now standing facing a grimy brick wall, with Gojyo beside him. Cocks out, in their hands. Sanzo's head swam with alcohol buzz and drunken annoyance - aimed at the kappa, who had somehow brought him to this point in the sweet swimming confusion that was time.
"Think you can best me, Sanzo-sama," Gojyo drawled in an unsteady rumble. In Sanzo's periphery, the kappa swayed a little, then righted himself. Also in Sanzo's periphery, but much lower down, was the slow back-and-forth motion of Gojyo's hand over a rosy length of hard flesh Sanzo wouldn't look directly at. "Fuckin' always condescending to me. Asshole. You might hava gun and shit, but I got the fuckin' weapon to beat motherfuck all and the fastest bullets to boot."
"Ch, shut it," Sanzo gritted, letting his head fall forward so he was staring down at himself and definitely not almost-looking at the kappa. Around his erect cock his hand felt massive and shaky, hesitant and too on-show. Was Gojyo looking? He'd better fucking not be, or he'd be sucking on steel and shitting bullets for a month.
"What's the matter, man - you afraid it's gonna go soft? Feeling threatened by me?" Gojyo shuffled a little closer, his bootheels clacking on the cobblestones at their feet, below which played the slick noise of a sweaty palm over a wet shaft. "I can show you how it's done if you're not sure."
"I'm going to fucking kill you," Sanzo told him, but couldn't seem to get his fingers to let go of his cock in favour of his Smith and Wesson. In his fist, his length throbbed, and with the slightest, tightest stroke, he began working his foreskin back and forth over the head. It might be foolish to let Gojyo wind him up, but there was no way in hell Sanzo was going to let him talk like that. No fucking way. It was time to lay Gojyo's ridiculous notions about him and his sex-drive to rest, bury them six feet under much like Sanzo planned to bury the kappa when all was said and done. When he had won.
Eyelids narrowing to slits, Sanzo clenched his jaw, hissing an in-breath through his teeth. A little more speed, rubbing slow, aching circles with his thumb over his dick, he could already feel the steady coil of orgasm, winding and winding in his balls and gut, tight like a curl of red-hot metal. A groan welled low in his throat, but he had enough restraint to rein it. Only just.
"I'm surprised you know how to use that thing," muttered Gojyo, his arm knocking against Sanzo's as he moved. The wet, frantic sounds broke through Sanzo's aroused haze and distracted him, interrupting the rhythmic pumping of his hand over his rock hard shaft.
"Fuck off." Sanzo tipped his head back and let his eyes slide shut, trying to tune out Gojyo's heat and presence, the spicy tang surrounding him mixed with hops and cigarette smoke. Sanzo's mouth began to water and he licked his lips, before adding, "I'm surprised yours hasn't broken off by now."
"Shit. I'll break it off in your mouth, monk."
"You'd be dead before you could get it anywhere near–" Sanzo was cut short by the sudden stab of an elbow into his ribs. He stumbled sideways, then found damp hands wrapped around the tops of his arms where leather sleeve ended and ran into skin, turning him, pulling him in hard against Gojyo's body. Sanzo's forehead knocked against Gojyo's and there was a mutual “Fuck!”, but for some reason it sounded erotic in Sanzo's ears, rather than pissed like it should have been.
"Get your hands off me," he warned, rocking his hips forward, then again.
"Like hell," Gojyo breathed, reaching down between them and taking both their erections in his hands. The grip was rough and vicious and dragged that groan Sanzo had been holding further up this throat, into his mouth.
Sanzo drew in a shuddering breath mixed with a half-formed, back-spoken curse, and looked down to where Gojyo was tugging on his dick. Tugging, twisting, pulling on Sanzo's foreskin. Easing Sanzo's foreskin down, down, stretching it all the way over Gojyo's own wet cockhead. Sanzo might have had something to say about the lead the kappa had taken, if his brain didn't feel like it was leaking out his ears.
"Bastard," he moaned, Gojyo nudging their slick heads together, little jerks that shot electric bolts up Sanzo's length and all up through him. Taking hold of a clump of red hair, Sanzo twisted his fingers into a fist and pulled. Gojyo bit down on Sanzo's lower lip with another rough, forty-a-day-smoking growl.
Then Sanzo's hold broke, blissfully, and he spurted hot threads of come against the head of Gojyo's flushed prick. Felt like fire was exploding in his balls and turning him inside out, and the best thing was that he didn't give a damn, let it engulf him with an abandon he rarely allowed himself.
"Goddamn you, you fuckin' hot piece of ass."
Sanzo felt Gojyo's mouth against his cheek, then the line of his teeth, the shape of his words.
"Fuckin' monk. Dirty fuckin' monk."
Sanzo would've thumped him in the face or kneed him in the balls. Would've, but he was wracked with tremors, his cock jerking in Gojyo's tight fist, pushing out everything he had. His balls contracted weakly, hot and feeling more raw and spent than any of the times he touched himself.
Sanzo gathered his bearings and whispered, "I win, Gojyo," against Gojyo's ear. At that moment, he found himself hit with another wave of intense heat that was not his own, a force that made him squeeze his eyes shut in almost-pain. The noises Gojyo made as he came were loud in the seedy emptiness of the alley, a sound Sanzo knew he would be hard pressed to forget. The force of Gojyo's release put even more pressure on Sanzo's sensitised dick and his stretched foreskin, and he almost cried out, but managed to bite it back. When Sanzo looked up, Gojyo's eyes were half-lidded, staring at him, at Sanzo's face. Blood-red eyelashes moved madly, kind of pretty in the sparse light. Sanzo looked away, then pulled away, his softening cock dripping long strings of their combined seed onto the stone below.
After a minute of composing himself and catching his breath so that his voice wouldn't waver, he said, "Since I beat you, I believe I'm entitled to a clean job."
Gojyo stared at him, his red eyes unfocused, but gradually regaining their fire. "Sanctimonious bastard," he spat after a moment. With that, Gojyo dropped to his knees and once again tugged Sanzo close.
Sanzo afforded himself a triumphant curl of his mouth, and then there was no thought at all, only Gojyo's wicked tongue.
~Fin~
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