Out of the Black

by scribblemoose

"How is he?" Hakkai asked, taking the untouched tray from Goku, offering a sympathetic smile to ease the boy's troubled frown.

"Better, I think," said Goku, cautiously.

"But still not eating?"

"He drank the tea," said Goku. "And I think he moved the rice about a bit."

"That's progress," said Hakkai. He ruffled Goku's hair. "The rain's stopped, Goku. You know that means he'll feel better soon. He always does."

Goku looked up at him with huge, heart-rendingly tearful eyes. "You think?"

Hakkai nodded.

"I just want to help," said Goku, plaintively.

Gojyo quietly got up from his seat in the corner of the room, put down his losing hand (he really hated playing cards when Sanzo wasn't around - it left absolutely no margin for victory, as Hakkai always won) and while Hakkai tried to cheer up Goku with desert, he crept from the room.

Sanzo barely glanced from the window as Gojyo closed the door quietly behind him.

Barely was an improvement, however.

Gojyo waited, his back against the door.

Sanzo just stared at the drenched lanscape in front of him: the sunshine finally breaking through the thick veil of cloud that had surrounded them for days. The clatter of rain on the roof had been replaced by the gentle drip of water from the over-full gutter. Somewhere in the distance, Gojyo could hear birds.

Eventually, Sanzo turned to look at him. Face still full of dark agony, eyes hooded and shadowed. His whole body held achingly tense and, as always, incredibly beautiful. The new sunshine glittered through the window at last, casting his hair angel-golden. If he'd suddenly sprouted halo and wings, Gojyo wouldn't have been surprised.

Well, maybe a bit.

"Finished?" said Gojyo.

Sanzo didn't answer. He swept across the room and before Gojyo had a chance to catch breath he was being kissed, so hard his head banged against the wooden door with a loud thud.

He didn't grumble about that, though. Just wound his arms around Sanzo's neck and kissed him back twice as hard; lips and teeth clashing until he managed to worm his tongue inside Sanzo's mouth. Somehow that encouraged Sanzo to take things easier, deep and long if just as fierce, giving Gojyo a chance to breathe and shove his thigh against the ridgid bulge he could feel even through layers of jeans and robe.

Sanzo had Gojyo's shirt open and falling off one shoulder in a moment, deceptively soft, monkly fingertips seeking out Gojyo's nipples and bullying them to stiffness. Gojyo grunted, twisting his tongue around Sanzo's as he deftly released the belts and buckles and buttons that were keeping him from Sanzo's naked flesh. The robe slipped to the floor, but Gojyo couldn't be bothered to strip Sanzo's jeans off, just peeling them open and shoving them a little way over his ass so he could get easily at his cock, throbbing hard in his palm, leaking a little at the tip. Gojyo growled.

"You want it, Kappa?"

Gojyo melted inside with need. "What d'you think?" He grasped Sanzo's hand, pushed it down over his own stiff cock, still trapped in tight pants. Sanzo made a short and more thorough job of stripping Gojyo's clothes off. The shirt stayed on, mostly unbuttoned, still falling off one arm to the elbow, but he was insistent that Gojyo should be most definitely naked from the waist down.

Guess who wants to top today, thought Gojyo with a horny little smile.

"You're leering, Kappa."

"It's a good view." And it was, Sanzo all lean and beautiful and lewd as fuck with his dick sticking out of his pants like that. Gojyo spat in his palm and stroked it nice and firm and long, satisfaction making his own cock twitch as Sanzo gasped, his eyes fluttering shut.

Gojyo hitched one leg around Sanzo's waist and tossed his hair back over his shoulders.

"Fuck me, pervert," he said.

Sanzo glowered at him, even as his hand slid appreciatively over the curve of Gojyo's ass. His middle finger slipped between tight, round buttocks to find Gojyo's hole.

"Do me dry," said Gojyo. "I can take it."

Sanzo snorted. "Like fuck. Wait there."

A small interlude while Sanzo retrieved lube from his unpacked bag. He was particularly generous in applying it, too.

Reverse psychology was a wonderful thing, thought Gojyo.

Then Sanzo hitched him up against the door, tugging Gojyo's long legs around his waist, and Gojyo felt Sanzo's cock pressing at his hole, hot and hard and incredibly big all of a sudden, and not entirely cautious. But Gojyo didn't care. He tilted his hips, returned Sanzo's thrust to take him in in one long, slick rush, until his own cock was pressed hard against Sanzo's belly and Sanzo's breath was panting against his neck. Then Sanzo started to fuck, and with every long, delicious thrust into Gojyo's body he let out a moan, half pleasure, half the remnant of pain; he fucked hard but Gojyo didn't miss how he arched his head into Gojyo's palm as Gojyo stroked his hair, or the kisses that occasionally landed on his neck or ear or jaw. He revelled in them, and would have liked to think that's what took him over the edge, that rare, gentle affection from his usually beligerent monk.

It wasn't, of course. It was being full of hard dick that rubbed perfectly over his prostate, and the expert grip of Sanzo's fist jerking his cock that made him come.

But Gojyo liked to think of himself as a romantic at heart.

He came first, shooting so hard he splashed Sanzo's chin with the first blast, and felt Sanzo's release a moment later: a long, heart-rending groan and then he was pumping warm wet deep into Gojyo's body.

And then there was panting, heaving bodies convulsing together for a moment, and to Gojyo's surprise a long and almost tender kiss.

He still felt dazed when Sanzo slipped from his body, and would have collapsed on numb limbs if Sanzo hadn't caught him.

Held him close.

Threaded long fingers through his hair, and sighed.

"Sanzo...?"

"We move on in an hour," said Sanzo.

And kissed him some more.

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