Dynamics

Author's note: Who needs a timeline? It's almost OOC for both Sanzo and Gojyo, but after spending so much time together, the idea of having almost a pack-mentality does make sense. I think Sanzo would pick up on it, too. Anyways, it's just a what-if plot.
Voice inside my head: Like this really has a plot.

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They lived almost in each other's pockets. Being forced to do so also forced them to bond with each other in different ways. He and Goku were buddies and fighting partners; he and Hakkai, best friends. He and Sanzo...nothing.

There was something innately wrong with that. The four of them were almost a pack, each contributing something different to keep the group together and safe. But Sanzo was the leader of the group, and Gojyo didn't treat him as such and there was no way Sanzo would bow to Gojyo taking over.

Something had to be done.
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He supposed being a half-breed was why he could put up with the incongruity so long. After another long day traveling, with no town in sight for the next few days, Gojyo knew he had to do something before it drove him mad. He thought about talking to Hakkai, but decided he'd have to settle things for himself.

Across the campfire, the monk caught Gojyo's thoughtful gaze. The kappa understood the message. He hadn't been alone in his thoughts.

"We need to talk, Gojyo," Sanzo said suddenly. He stood up when Gojyo nodded, and the two walked off into the woods for privacy.

"Finally," Goku sighed.

"Hai. I was wondering when they'd get around to this."

The tension hadn't been lost on those two members of the group. Goku had actually been the first to notice that something was wrong between Gojyo and Sanzo, and had talked to Hakkai about it. That was months ago, and the problem had simply grown worse from being ignored by all four men.

"I hope they don't kill each other," Hakkai said. He told Goku to go to bed, and waited for the boy to fall asleep before drifting off himself.
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"We can't keep going on like this. We'll tear each other apart." Gojyo paused, wondering if he was making any sense to Sanzo at all.

Sanzo shook his head and reached for his cigarettes. He lit one and inhaled sharply, glad he'd ditched the robes when they had made camp. "I know, Gojyo."

"No, you don't know. You don't understand," the kappa almost snarled. "You lead this fucking group, but not me. I have no real reason to be here, and no reason to fucking stay and-"

"I know!" Sanzo's angry words shut Gojyo up for a moment. "What do you propose we do to settle this?" the priest asked.

"Fuck if I know," sighed Gojyo. He ran a hand through his hair, his mind and heart racing. If they didn't figure something out soon, Gojyo would probably not be continuing on with the group. He just couldn't stand things being so out of whack any longer.

Sanzo ground his cigarette out on his shoe. "I think that's a good idea."

"What is?"

"Fucking. We need to try something. As much as I hate to admit it, and I really hate to admit this," Sanzo glared into Gojyo's eyes as he finished speaking, "we do need you."

"So, you wanna fuck?" The thought struck Gojyo that it was the first time he'd said that and didn't mean it as an offer.

"Yes." Sanzo looked around at the litter on the ground. "When we get to the next town."

"Sounds good to me," Gojyo replied with a leer.

Sanzo didn't even roll his eyes at that. "Come here."

The redhead hesitated a moment before walking over to Sanzo. He was about to ask him a question when Sanzo pressed surprisingly soft lips to his. It only took a moment before Gojyo responded to the action.

Both men had opened their mouths, lips, tongue, and teeth battling. Their hands traveled over the other's body. Tauntingly, Gojyo pressed a muscled thigh between Sanzo's legs. The slight gasp, and moan that followed it, knocked some sense into Gojyo.

He wanted Genjo Sanzo. He wanted the dirty, corrupt priest who'd been blessed by Buddha but acted like hellfire. Not only that, but he wanted Sanzo begging Gojyo for all the kappa would give.

Sanzo wasn't aware of moving backwards, only of suddenly having some support behind him as he leaned against the tree. Gojyo's tongue, and those cock-tease hands of his, weren't helping him keep control of the situation. When Gojyo's mouth finally left his, Sanzo told him to stop.

"What? Why?" Gojyo was angry at Sanzo's choice, but did step back from the priest.

Sanzo took a few deep, calming breaths before he spoke. "I already told you. When we get to the next town."

Gojyo surprised himself by agreeing to the priest's request. As he walked over deeper into the woods to relieve some "stress", Gojyo had to admit that the dynamics were changing already. Remembering the feel of leather and soft skin beneath his hands, the kappa grinned.

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Review, review, I beg of you! I have a great idea of where this is going, and am hoping the warnings tell you it's gonna be good!
If only the voice in my head would shut up already!