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Food For Thought

By sharpeslass

Pairing: Sanzo/Gojyo

Rating: NC-17 (to be safe)

Summary: Sanzo+Gojyo+magical meat buns = smut!

Disclaimer: Not making money. Don�t own them (but if I did. I would give
this pair to jedishampoo
and keep Hakkai all for my own self).

AN: This bit of utter silliness was written for jedishampoo, who is
entirely to blame for this new and escalating obsession. Thanks a lot,
dear. And thanks for the beta!!

�Wow. Just lookit this place.
The monkey�d go nuts if he saw this.�

�That�s why we didn�t tell him where we were going.�

�I almost feel bad for the little chimp.�

�Meh.�
Sanzo flicked away the butt end of a cigarette and
studied his fingernails with an air of intense boredom. Gojyo
continued to stare around the market-town of Baotenkai
with an expression bordering on awe.

�Well, where should we start?� he asked finally. �What about that one?� He
indicated one of the many brightly colored stalls lining the marketplace. This
one, like most of the others, was proffering stacks of freshly steamed,
aromatic meat buns. The sign over the stall read: �Meat in Abundance.�

Sanzo looked at Gojyo
darkly. �I will put a bullet in my brain before giving my money to the people
who came up with that dumb-ass name.�

�That�s always an option,� Gojyo shrugged.

�I�m taking you out first, asshole,� Sanzo growled. Gojyo looked around at the stalls again: �Buns of Veal,� �Bao-Wow-Wow!,� �Bun Appetit.�

�Who cares what it�s called?� he asked, sensing an uphill battle ahead. �Food�s food.�

�That one,� muttered Sanzo,
gesturing sullenly toward a stall bearing the moniker �Buns Without Puns.�

�Sure,� Gojyo said, sauntering forward, eyes not so
much on what was on the counter, but what was behind it.

�Good morning!� the young woman chirped brightly, favoring Gojyo
with a sweet smile.

�Hi there, sweetheart,� oozed Gojyo, bracing a hand
against the counter and leaning in close enough to lick the girl�s nose (which
he briefly considered doing). Sanzo glowered.

�I fucking hate this,� Sanzo muttered.

�What�s your name, beautiful?� The girl giggled, apparently not put off by Gojyo�s forward behavior.

�Meifen,� she tittered, lowering her eyelids and
covering her smile with a small, white hand.

�Gojyo�s the name,� said the tall redhead, jerking a
thumb at his puffed out chest. His lascivious smile broadened and, sensing
impending victory, he dove for the kill. �What time do you get off work, sweet
thing?�

�Look,� snapped Sanzo, covering his eyes with a palm
and fighting the headache that had been looming since the morning�s decision
that he be the one to accompany Gojyo on this little
shopping trip. �How long is this gonna take?�

�Fuck off, Priest,� Gojyo growled. His expression
darkened but he didn�t take his eyes off the girl, who was no longer smiling
and now looked decidedly anxious.

�We�re here for supplies, not to get you laid, you goddamned walking prick.�

Meifen backed away, eyes round with dismay as Gojyo wheeled on Sanzo in full
fury.

�Just �cause you were neutered at birth doesn�t mean��

�Excuse me��

Both men glanced back toward the counter, where an old woman now stood beside Meifen. She was smiling warmly, but something in her
expression conveyed to both men that this grandmother was not one to take any
nonsense� from anyone.

�Would you young gentlemen like to order now, or will you be taking your
business elsewhere?� she inquired. Gojyo shuffled his
feet and Sanzo glanced away.

�Sure. Yeah. Sorry,� Gojyo smiled sheepishly. �This ain�t over, Monk,� he muttered under his breath.

�You got that right,� hissed Sanzo.

�Ah-hem!� the old woman was no longer smiling and the girl looked like she was
about to weep. So Gojyo quickly made his selections
and paid as Meifen disappeared into the back of the
shop. Gojyo was thanking the old woman and shouldering their purchases (with
no aid from Sanzo, who had lit another cigarette, and
was simultaneously smoking and simmering), when Meifen
returned carrying another bag. She offered it to Gojyo
with a sweet smile.

�I made these for you two especially,� she said, her voice soft. �It�s a secret
family recipe.� She glanced sideways at her grandmother, who gave an approving
nod.

�Well, thanks, gorgeous,� Gojyo began, then stopped
abruptly, finding himself pinned between Sanzo�s
glower and the old woman�s severe frown. Instead of speaking further, he simply
took the bag and touched his hand to his forehead in a jaunty salute. He and Sanzo moved off to finish their shopping if not in amity,
then at least in relative silence.

The two women watched them go.

�It is so sad, Grandmother Sophie,� said Meifen.
�There is so much love, but neither one can speak it.�

�Men can be strange creatures, Granddaughter,� replied the old woman, removing
a clay pipe from her apron pocket and lighting it with a long match.

�But we�ve helped them now, haven�t we, Grandmother?� asked the younger girl,
eyes shining hopefully. The old woman just chuckled and made no further reply.

***

The meat buns were good. Gojyo and Sanzo had one apiece while heading back to join the others.
Best to eat before feeding Goku, was the unspoken understanding.

Halfway through the relatively short trip, Gojyo was
still debating whether or not to resume his argument with Sanzo
or to try to bum a smoke off of him. His pride hurt, but the nic-fit was worse. For his part, Sanzo
just wished Gojyo had bought his own damned smokes.

�Hey, I forgot, okay?�

�What kind of smoker forgets to��

They eyed each other warily, discovering themselves in the middle of a
conversation they hadn�t actually ever begun.

�I didn�t say I was outta smokes.�

�I never said you should have bought some.�

What the hell did we just eat? Sanzo wondered.

�Fuck if I know,� said Gojyo.

�Get the hell out of my head, you goddamned bastard!� Sanzo
shouted.

�Like I want to be there, you angsty son-of-a-bitch!�

�Look��

�RAWR!!!!�

Half a dozen youkai dropped from the surrounding
trees. �Hand over the Maten Sutra, Sanzo Party!� cried the leader.

�NOT NOW!!!� Sanzo and Gojyo
yelled in unison.

�Then prepare to die!!! Bwaaahhaaahaaa haaa.�

*gak*

The remaining youkai were dispatched with even more
rapidity than usual, as the ability to read each other�s thoughts imbued Sanzo and Gojyo with a deeply
resented yet highly effective level of team work. When there were no youkai left standing (or breathing, for that matter) they
flopped to the grass to catch their breath.

Gojyo regarded Sanzo
thoughtfully. Sanzo gave Gojyo
a sideways glance and frowned, his forehead crinkling.

�Stop worshipping me,� he grumbled. �I get enough of that from the monkey.�

�Wha...?? What the fuck are you talking about?!! I
don�t know what kind of magic this is, but it�s not fucking working right.
And�� Gojyo paused mid-protestation and a slow smile
crept over his features. �Heh��

�What?!�

�You kinda respect me, huh?�

�Like you said, this magic isn�t working right. Unless it�s supposed
to cause delusions.�

�You love every single one of us,� Gojyo
gloated. �Even me,� he grinned as Sanzo got slowly to
his feet.

�Should I just kill you now, or are you going to shut up?�

��

��

Gojyo stood and faced Sanzo,
hands in his pockets. �This mondo sucks.�

Sanzo barely spared Gojyo
an annoyed glance at the word choice. �I don�t think we should go back to the
others just yet,� he said.

�You�re not wrong about that.�

Not, thought Gojyo, that any of them could be much
worse than Sanzo. Then again�

Gojyo wasn�t worried about Goku.
The kid was an open book. But he was pretty sure he didn�t want an up-close
look at Hakkai�s psyche. Sure, the guy was his best
friend and all, but there are just some places too dark for any man to wander
into and come out again unscathed.

�Sanzo?� he asked cautiously. He knew he didn�t need
to speak, but was trying desperately to forget that fact.

�What?� answered Sanzo, for once in perfect agreement.

�How long d�you think this is gonna last?�

�How should I know? It was something we ate, right? Like a
drug� maybe eight to twelve hours.�

�Fine,� Gojyo flopped down under a tree. �Then
we wait it out.�

Sleep was out of the question, even for Sanzo. Not
just because it was too early, but because neither of them much fancied the
idea of the other rummaging around in his unconscious mind.

Raised on a regime of meditation practically since birth, Sanzo
didn�t have too much trouble crossing his legs and pulling a Tabula Rosa. Gojyo
was another story.

�Don�t you think about anything other than sex?� growled Sanzo after holding his position and his silence for two
and a quarter hours.

�Look, I can�t do that �clear mind� crap you and Hakkai
are so good at,� griped Gojyo. �And,� he continued,
�we�re not exactly what you�d call �baggage-free� guys, are we? I don�t guess
you wanna see this whole thing turning into some
sordid hurt/comfort scenario with tears and hugs, do ya?�

�I would rather eat my own heart,� came the icy
response.

�That�s what I figured. So I�m sticking with sex. Pay attention. Maybe you�ll
learn something.�

�Or maybe I�ll kill you.�

��

Normal people think about sex, thought Gojyo.
Normal men think about sex - especially when they, like himself
recently, weren�t getting any. They thought about sex. And they jerked off. A lot. He did. Hell, he�d elevated the activity to an
art form. Hakkai did� rarely, quietly, quickly and
desperately. Hard to stay turned on when your mind kept conjuring a dead chick,
Gojyo supposed. Goko
didn�t� Not yet, but he would and�

�Stop.� Gojyo could hear Sanzo�s teeth grinding from six feet away.

I just bet that Sanzo�

�No.�

�Oh, c�mon!�

�I. Don�t.�

�Please. Everyone does.�

�Not. Me. I.
Don�t.�

�That ain�t normal.�

�It�s beneath me.�

�Right.�

��

�You�ve never had so much as a sexual urge?�

�My mind is disciplined and, when I can get any goddamned peace and quiet,
focused.� Sanzo didn�t sound disciplined. He sounded,
thought Gojyo, like a priest who was about to start
shooting at a half-breed youkai. Gojyo
pushed on anyway.

�You just don�t get those sorts of feelings.�

�You�re getting it.�

Sanctimonious bastard, thought Gojyo. �Then
maybe you should try some of mine.� Acting without thinking, Gojyo swung himself up and with lightning-fast reflexes
launched himself at Sanzo, flattening him and
spreading out on top him so that both men were nose-to-nose. �Read my mind,
Monk,� he ground out with a grin of malicious intensity.

Sanzo gritted his teeth and fought it. Hard. A few moments passed, punctuated only by both men�s
jagged breathing. Gojyo was concentrating hard,
channeling a year�s worth of thwarted sexual energy at his opponent. Sanzo could feel Gojyos weight
against him, along with an insistent, and, Sanzo
thought, possibly ever-present, hard-on pressing into his hipbone. He opened
one eye. Violet met crimson and Sanzo�s world went
red as Gojyo�s frenzied hormonal mind-set crashed
through the barriers into his brain. For a moment he was too astonished for
anger or any other emotion.

�Guh�� he ground out. �How do you live like this? No
wonder you can�t think straight.�

�Straight?� Gojyo�s tone was light, but he was
shifting softly as he spoke, rubbing himself against Sanzo
and feeling a definite response through the priest�s robes. �Hey, Sanzo, was that a gay joke? I�m not gay, you know. You�re
just too damned pretty for a guy.�

�I. Will. Kill. You.�

�Yeah, I know. But later, right?�

�Maybe,� Sanzo�s hips thrust upward
involuntarily. �Now! Makai��

Gojyo pressed his lips quickly to Sanzo�s
in a violent, silencing kiss. He drew back and dared a smile.

�What the fuck, Sanzo? It�s a sexual come-on, not a
death threat,� he chided. �What�re you so afraid of?�

�I don�t do this,� there was a desperate edge to Sanzo�s
voice. He is scared, Gojyo tried not to think.

�I do,� he replied, breathing hotly into Sanzo�s ear.
�And I do it well.�

Gojyo leaned in for another kiss before Sanzo had time to even think a protest. Carried on Gojyo�s own sensations, Sanzo
allowed the kiss, permitting it to deepen. When Gojyo
pulled back a few moments later, both men were slightly breathless and more
than a little astonished. Gojyo pushed himself up far
enough to work a hand between them and he grasped Sanzo�s
erect penis through the priest�s robes. Sanzo�s mind
struggled, but his body answered to Gojyo�s deft
touch.

�Uhhgod� uhn� God, that
feels good.� Sanzo wasn�t entirely sure at this point
who was speaking and who was thinking, so he tried without success to convince
himself the words had come from Gojyo. �I hate you so
much,� he added for good measure.

�Yeah, me too.�

Thoughts and feelings swirled together, processed through two very different
minds, melding into one decision, the exact origin of which was indeterminate.
The decision was: We�re doing this.

As one, both men were on their feet shedding clothing with inefficient
enthusiasm. They came together, skin on skin, and Gojyo
was surprised to feel Sanzo�s hands wandering his
flesh as eagerly as his own were exploring Sanzo�s. Of
course, he thought. He�s feeling everything I�m feeling and I�m�

�Shut up,� growled Sanzo in his ear, as his hand
steadily pumped at Gojyo�s cock.

�Who�s talking?� answered Gojyo. Pretty good at this
for someone who�s never�

I�m getting it from you, asshole.

Their mouths clashed together again, the hostility as palpable as the lust.

It wasn�t like this with women, thought Gojyo. This
wasn�t better, necessarily, or worse. It was just different � rougher, more
rugged. Like extreme sex.

Wouldn�t know. Don�t care, thought Sanzo. Hooking a leg behind Gojyo�s
he brought them both down in a heap.

In spite of Gojyo�s suspicions, Sanzo
had, quite frankly, never experienced anything like this. He had never let
himself. Now, perceiving himself as a helpless victim, caught in the tide of Gojyo�s intense and rarely controlled urges, he was
enjoying the ride. He would kill Gojyo
afterward, of course, but in the now, he allowed Gojyo
to wrestle him around so that he lay flat on his stomach. He felt Goyjo�s rough hands pulling at his hips and simultaneously
felt the shiver of pleasure that ran through Gojyo as
the tip of his thick cock brushed Sanzo�s backside�

An unbidden memory jarred Sanzo, forcing him to
recall some vestiges of integral self awareness. Reaching around, he caught
roughly at one of Gojyo�s wrists.

�Someone tried to do that to me once before,� he snarled. �I put a bullet
through his eye.�

�He wasn�t me,� Gojyo tried. But Sanzo
wasn�t having it. He pushed back hard against Gojyo,
throwing him off and turned, coming down heavily on top of him.

�If we�re going to do this,� rasped Sanzo, �I�m going
to be on top.�

�Whatever you want, sweetheart,� Gojyo drawled back
at him, looking, to Sanzo�s mind, intolerably smug.

�Call me that again and I�ll castrate you.�

�That�d be a waste.�

�Fuck you.�

�Whenever you�re ready.� Gojyo
was having fun and Sanzo hated him for it. He met no
resistance when he wrestled Gojyo around, reversing
their earlier positions.

Let�s get this over with, he thought.

Shit. This is gonna hurt, thought Gojyo. Unseen, Sanzo allowed
himself a wicked smile. He dragged a still-unresisting Gojyo
onto his knees and positioned his own, now-throbbing penis at Gojyo�s tight entrance.

Wait! I think you�re supposed to�

You started this, cockroach.

No, I� Yeah, I guess I�

�At least use a little spit or something, you bastard!� That deserved to
be said aloud.

Fine!

Gojyo felt a hand slithering between them, then�

�Nyhgg!!!�

�Oh, Fuck!� Sanzo hadn�t figured on feeling Gojyo�s pain. But feel it he did and, oh, it was bad. His
mind reeled for a moment before his own sensations swelled to the forefront.
The rending hurt was replaced by a tight hot closeness which sent pulses of
fiery pleasure throughout his entire nervous system. It was overwhelming.

He shut his eyes and leaned into the feeling, thrusting forward more deeply
into Gojyo at the same time. Gojyo
groaned weakly beneath him, recalling Sanzo�s
attention to the pain that was all of what Gojyo was
feeling. Sanzo brushed the curtain of red hair away
from the other man�s flushed face and pressed his lips to his ear.

�Read my mind,� he whispered, and began, almost gently to move within him.
Braced on one hand, he used the other to coax and stroke Gojyo�s
momentarily flagging erection back to life. The spark struck, and caught and
both men moaned together, mindlessly connected in a heated striving.
Ultimately, and surprisingly, at least to one of the pair, it was Gojyo who followed Sanzo�s path
of turbulent sensation and emotion toward a gasping mutual release.

They lay, sticky and spent, against each other for a very long while, both
minds blessedly blank.

But a long while is not forever�

�Get offa me, dickwad.�

�Suck me, asshole.�

�Maybe next time.�

��

�Yeah, right. No next time.�

�Never again.�

They dressed in silence and then regarded each other for a while. No thoughts.
Just silence. He was pretty hot, thought Gojyo
experimentally. No response.

�If you ever mention this to anyone, even me, ever again, I will kill you,�
Said Sanzo, lighting a cigarette. �I mean that.�

�Hey,� Gojyo protested. �I don�t want anyone to know
any more than you do. I have a reputation to maintain, you know.�

�And I still hate you.�

�I hate you more than ever.�

�Good.�

�Then let�s go.�

***

�Thank goodness you�re back,� Hakkai exclaimed on
seeing them. �We were becoming quite concerned.�

�And I was starvin�!!� shouted Goku.
�What�d you bring me?� Goku lunged for the groceries.

�Did you run into any trouble?� asked Hakkai,
scrutinizing the disheveled pair.

�Just the usual stuff,� shrugged Gojyo.

�Oh, my. That�s a nasty bite, Gojyo!�

�Wha� Oh, yeah. Heh,� Gojyo put his hand to the very non-yokai bite on his neck and shrugged. �One of �em got a little close.�

�Goku,� called Hakkai,
turning back to the youngest member of the team. �Save some
of that for the rest of us, if you please.�

�Goku!!�

�Don�t eat those, you dumb monkey!!�

�Why not? They�re yummy!! Yah. Meat buns!! Meat buns!!�

��

��

�Hey!� Goku suddenly dropped a bun and stared in
shocked horror at Sanzo and Gojyo.

Sanzo put a hand over his eyes and Gojyo stared down at his feet.

They were finished.

�You went to Baotenkai without me!!!� wailed Goku. �No fair!!�

*fin*

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