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Title: Get the Guns Out

Author: K M B

Rating: R

Warnings: um� mutual gratification?

Summary: Gojyo and Sanzo get on each other�s nerves.

A/N: Takes place in Chapter 19: Misty in manga four, whilst the Sanzo ikkou (minus Goku) are stuck in the fog. Written for the Springkink community on Livejournal.

Prompt: Proximity and mutual arousal, not necessarily because of the other at first, but they end up fucking/handjobs/whatever. Heat.

Disclaimer: not mine. Minekura�s.

Soundtrack: "Love Is A Deserter," The Kills for Sanzo; "King of the Rodeo," Kings of Leon for Gojyo

Clink. Chrrrrr. Chink.

His hands were on his gun, working over the mechanics of it, cleaning and inspecting, making sure it would do its job when necessary.

Chunnnnn. Snick.

Trigger, oiled. Barrel, clean. Fingerprints, wiped away. Hammer, checked and in perfect working condition. Chamber, full.

Clink. Chrrrrr. Chink.

Everything was in order, yet his hands kept going over the same steps, as if the actions were calming. Maybe they were.

Chunnnnn. Snick.

Our numbers were halved, what with Hakkai out cold on the floor and Goku MIA. It was only Sanzo and myself stuck with each other for company, a situation that was rare at best, and unwarranted always. But that was okay.

Clink. Chrrrrr. Chink.

Still those hands moved, but I could tell Sanzo�s thoughts had shifted. No longer were they trained on the five shot revolver in his lap. Instead, they were fixed across from him at the wall. Instead, they were fixed on me; but he wasn�t looking at me, not really.

Chunnnnn. Snick.

The repetition, however, was getting really fucking annoying: I briefly entertained the idea of knocking on the side of his head and seeing what reaction I would get out of it, but I didn�t have a death wish, not yet. Instead: "Holy monkey fuck, Sanzo, you gonna do that all day?" Sorry, I had to ask.
I would say he looked up at me, but since his droopy purple priest eyes were already pointing in my direction all they really did was focus. They widened for a second in surprise, as if I had somehow caught him off guard, before narrowing to match that so, SO damn familiar I could taste it in my mouth scowl. Damn monks.
"Shut up," he responded. Short and to the point. Always loved that about our Mr. Leader-man.
I looked around me. What was the point to shutting up? If I did that, then I�d have nothing to do. Pushing back from the wall and leaning forward, I ran a hand through my hair and examined the tips. Damn, needed a trim already. "Why would I do something like that?" I asked, hiking one eyebrow at my only conscious companion, my arms propped by my knees. "I don�t have anything better to do."
"Do you want me to shoot you?" I could see the vein already beginning to throb in his forehead.
"Twice in one day? It must really be love."
For a moment Sanzo just stared at me, that slant-mouthed frown that meant he hadn�t quite figured me out for the moment. "What?" he finally asked.
"Well, we all know you�re always thwapping Goku over the head with that blasted fan of yours because you care about him, so I imagine shooting me earlier was just your way of declaring your undying love. Though I gotta say, as touched as I am by the gesture, from now on I�ll just take candy or flowers or a blowjob, alright?"
"So would you rather have just become a tree? I�ll keep that in mind next time."
I picked at the side of my boot as I sat, my legs splayed out before me, one knee bent, casual as you please. "All you Buddhists ever want to do is fuck nature. If you want me that bad, you don�t have to wait, just fucking come and get what you want," I replied, the side of my mouth lifting in a challenging smirk. I think it was that, more than the statement, which caused Sanzo�s predictable next action.
The sound of the gun being cocked as it was pressed to the center of my forehead was almost comical. The pretty boy priest was quicker than I remembered; he had crossed the distance between us before I even realized he was moving. Not that I�d had any plans on stopping him. "Say it again," he said lowly, taunting, the words sliding from his mouth like something hot and wet like boiling blood.
The left side of my mouth lifted to match the right, and instead of responding verbally�because I�m just extraordinarily contrary like that�I grabbed the barrel of the gun and slid it from my forehead to my mouth, taking it in like a familiar and cherished lover. If he was going to do it, he might as well do it right. Apparently, Sanzo agreed with me because he knelt on one knee in between my splayed legs to get the correct angle to blow my brains out if he so wished. For a brief moment, I wondered if he really was going to pull the trigger. My tongue played with the end of the barrel anyway. It had been a good minute since something that hard had been in my mouth.
Sanzo was close, within kissing range, if I hadn�t been otherwise occupied. Those saggy purple eyes bore into mine with a heat I hadn�t known they could manage, and that full upper lip that was partly responsible for Sanzo�s femininity curled, creating an expression I had seen on him only in rare instances. Still, I kept fellating that damn gun. And he let me.
After a moment Sanzo drew the gun slowly out and down, until the end of the barrel, slick with my saliva, drug down my lower lip. He held it there for a handful of seconds, nowhere near even half a minute, fixated on my mouth as he moved closer. The same moment the gun fell from my lip, it was pressed against my cheek. The same moment it was pressed against my cheek, Sanzo kissed me.
I don�t know what I expected. It wasn�t as if I had never thought about what it would be like to kiss the Mighty Sanzo. However, whatever I had determined it would be like, it wasn�t. At all.
He kissed like a punch to the mouth, which was not all that surprising, but it was the aftereffects that caught me off my guard. Instead of simply taking and demanding and taking more, Sanzo came in like a gunshot and went out like salve, healing, soothing, beckoning, bringing me into the battle then retreating like a taunting fairie in a storybook. I chased; of course I fucking chased, even if there was a fully loaded weapon at my cheek. I brought one arm up and snaked it around that bony, graceful neck of his, and I didn�t let him get away. I brought our mouths together and suddenly, then, I had a lapful of priest and I wasn�t complaining one fucking bit.
He had a fist in my shirt, I think to keep his balance, as he drank me from the mouth down, my head tilted back because the damn lanky bastard was taller than me on his knees like that, straddling me. However, it made my fun parts rub against what I was pretty sure was not a second gun�in the literal sense, anyway�hidden in Sanzo�s robes, so that was alright by me. I braced our combined weight with one hand behind me and grabbed at his robes with the other. Oh and, just for reference, that gun was still against my cheek, grinding almost painfully into the bone. I was just thankful it wasn�t pointed at me anymore.
I didn�t know what I was doing; this entire situation had gone far beyond me by that point, and I was pretty sure Sanzo had no clue what was going on either. All I knew was that we were down by two, being hunted by something we didn�t yet understand, and both of us were worried as hell. So why did this feel so good?
Without warning a hand plunged its way into my pants, and I groaned into a filthy priest�s mouth as he found my favorite toy and wrapped his skinny, long fingers around it and tugged. Oh God, I thought�I damn near groaned�and on instinct my hands fumbled to do the same thing. Fucking monk wore too many damn layers, and it took a moment or five to get through them all. The point here, however, is that I was able to get through them.
By this time Sanzo was hovering above me by one arm as I had collapsed to the floor, the gun discarded above my head. Our mouths were still fused, our hands were too busy, and all conscious thought seemed to have left both our minds, but that was okay. As long as he kept sliding his hand up and down me like that, everything in the world�for the moment, anyway�was damn perfect.
Which was, of course, a lie but at this point, who cared?
He pulled away for a second�long enough to growl out, "Just know that this isn�t about you."
I paused, looking up at him, his face flushed and his eyes intense, and nodded. "Ditto," I answered, because it was true; it wasn�t a blond head of hair in front of me in my mind�s eye, I had to admit. Not Sanzo�s lips on my mouth, not his cock in my hand, not his hand on my cock, and I knew that for the droopy-eyed priest, it wasn�t me he was thinking of either. But that was okay.
This wasn�t going to be the first time; I knew that right out. I was a betting man, and this game had action. The way Sanzo was gripping �someone else� suited me just fine, and I didn�t hear any complaints from the peanut gallery about the way I handled Sanzo�s lesser-used gun. It wasn�t very long until I was on the edge, and I knew he was right behind me, but I�d have rather had that bullet in my brain right then than come before Sanzo. Using what could only be called my superior skills�he was a monk for fuck�s sake�I rolled his balls in one hand as I thumbed the head with the other and, soon, he was gone on me. As his orgasm washed over him, Sanzo thrust his tongue in my mouth in one last, vulgar kiss. Between that and the slick wetness now pressed against me in such erotic ways, lubricating Sanzo�s own hand, well fuck, I was gone too. And I didn�t mind one fucking bit.
Later on, before I was ordered to go search for the monkey�you think I wanted to go out looking for that baka saru?�Sanzo and I shared a perfunctory cigarette, me leaning against the mouth of the cave, Sanzo standing just inside. Watching the smoke of our cigs reach and disappear into the fog surrounding us, a chuckle sounded low in my throat. Sanzo�s only response to show he was curious was a hike of one of those elegant blond eyebrows. Hesitating, I ground out the butt on the cave wall before turning and facing the priest.
"It�s funny, you know," I said conversationally.
That vein was threatening to throb again. Seemed to always happen whenever I spoke. "What�s funny?"
"You and me," I said, looking at Sanzo directly. "Guess now we�ve shared more than just an indirect kiss."

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