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Strawberry Picking
Autor: asahi
Email: [email protected]
Warnungen: lemon, pwp
Disclaimer: Die charas gehören nicht mir ^^ sondern irgendjemand anderem da draußen ^^� und ich borg sie mir nur aus ^^�
Hakkai and Goku had vanished. He had not noticed when. Those fucking berries Goku had collected clouded his mind. At least he was not hungry anymore, but instead alone with a lunatic priest. Great he thought. Really great, I can't think straight and have to stand Mr. I'm-the-Best.
Gojyo turned his head and glanced at the blonde man. He was sitting on a small stone at the edge of this cliff and was smoking his last cigarette. No, not his own last cigarette, but Gojyo's last one. He'd taken off his robes and was now dressed in this completely un-priestly leather top and jeans, his long legs spread away from him. He stood up and seated himself next to the monk into the semi-wet grass. "I want my smoke, priest."
"I know, kappa."
"Give it to me."
"No." The familiar scent of tobacco made him jump as Sanzou held the smoke under his nose.
"These berries seem to have a positive effect on you..." He said while taking a drag and handing it back to the monk. "Maybe we should ask Goku to get more of them... to calm you down and so..."
Sanzou didn't answer to his surprise but just sucked on the smoke.
"Maybe people would like you more, then..." He sniggered.
"They already like me enough, don't they..."
"If you mean so..." Gojyo sighed and stared at the dying sun, then turning back to Sanzou yelled: "Hey, monk! Share the smoke with me, damnit!"
"You had your drag. It's mine." His long lashes half covering his violet eyes the monk brushed silken strands of hair back and tossed the cigarette butt away.
"Fuck you..." Gojyo hissed and looked away.
"I don't think this is an option, kappa."
"I didn't know you had humour..." He raised and stretched to get the numbness out of his legs and arms, but froze blushing as Sanzou said,
"For what damned reason do you wear so very low-riding pants, kappa?"
"Uhm... there's none, just because... And why do you wear leather clothes?" He let himself fall back into the grass; he couldn't stand straight with those berries in his brain. It felt like he head smoked something worse than tobacco.
To his surprise, Sanzou sniggered. "It feels good, like a second skin..."
"You're a priest..." Damnit, his mind still refused to think straight; he shouldn't have eaten that many berries...
"And I don't give a shit..." A small laugh. "I mean I don't care about how a monk has to behave and so... I have my sutra, my gun and my holiness, don't need more to kill youkai bastards..."
Was he wrong or did he just really hear some kind of bitterness in the other one's voice? He yawned and lay back in the soft, slightly wet grass. And suddenly there were feet beside his head, then a sigh and a slim body sat down next to him.
"Sometimes," Sanzou continued, "sometimes I wish I was not holy..."
"Fuck... actually you aren't holy at all..." His mind seemed to work properly again, but Sanzou still seemed to be somewhere in between Nirvana and Cloud Number 9.
"I know... maybe I have the wrong job..." A growl. "Fuck, damned monkey, he shouldn't have given me that much of these strawberries."
"Yeah, you're getting funny and friendly, a catastrophe..."
"Fuck you."
"Yeah, that's the Sanzou I know and..." He stopped himself. ... and love? Funny thought, very funny thought.
Suddenly blond strands of silk touched his face. "Do you really hate me that much? bastard." Sanzou's violet eyes were narrow; he looked nearly hurt.
"What?" Involuntarily his breath caught.
"Wasn't that what you intended to say?" Sanzou didn't move.
"Actually no!" Gojyo shook his head. "Now get off me, monk..."
"I really don't think so..." His voice was low; it sent shudders through his body.
"C'mon, pries..." His voice was cut as full, as soft lips pressed onto his own and a strong hand pinned him to the ground.
"Shut up, kappa," Sanzou hissed shortly breaking the touch, before ravishing his mouth again and forcing his lips apart. Gojyo coughed, but didn't try to get free, maybe because of the drug in his veins or maybe he wanted this; he didn't care, he didn't want to know, what pushed him that far, as his tongue rubbed against Sanzou's. The monk tasted of tobacco, strawberries and strongly just like he himself. Gojyo reached around him and embraced him tightly before turning around and pressing the puzzled Sanzou into the grass.
"What...?" He was cut as Gojyo bent down and slightly bit into his lower lip.
"You didn't really think I would let you be seme, did you?"
What am I doing here? he asked himself shortly and came to the conclusion to blame the berries later and have fun now.
Sanzou looked at him with confusion, but then took hold of his neck and dragged him down for another kiss. Instantly Gojyo took over control again, thrusting his tongue into the perfect sweetness that was Sanzou's mouth. Legs that seemed to belong to a certain monk encircled his waist and dragged him close enough to let him feel the hardness between Sanzou's thighs.
He left sweet strawberry-flavoured lips to conquer the softness of Sanzou's throat and neck, while his hand sought space between them to slip into the monks pants. He surely wasn't going to have a long nonessential foreplay as he was already rock hard himself. And the priest's moans and coughs convinced him that the other man was having similar thoughts. Finally he managed to unbutton the pants that kept him from the object of his desire and, still nuzzling musky, bittersweet skin he closed his fingers around hot, hard flesh and started to stroke deliberately.
The grasping legs around his waist disappeared (of course being spread high into air now) and Sanzou let out a small, nearly female cry.
Gojyo sat up, panting, and let his glance wander over the slim form that was Sanzou, an incredible sight, he asked himself how he had been able to survive that long without it. pale cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded, lewd shimmer in them, legs spread wide, cock hard( for him only).
"Nice view," he sniggered and leant down again to kiss him and began to push the leather top up while Sanzou's fingers sought their way under his shirt and started to free him from the nasty garment.
Their hips moved against each other while he left Sanzou's lips to go down farther and devote to his nipples. Sanzou moaned and pressed against him, his breath coming out in short, harsh gasps, as Gojyo licked, sucked and scratched the sensitive flesh between his lips. The smell of Sanzou and strawberries was in his nose, made his head dizzy and his erection throb with need.
"F-fuck...!" Sanzou hissed and his fingers, curled in his hair, started to push him down. "Do it, now, kappa!"
Yes, that was Sanzou again. He sniggered, bit the nipple one last time and then slid lower, his fingers hooking into the waistband of the monk's pants and pulling them down and throwing them into the grass next to them. His fingers slowly closed around Sanzou's arousal and he bent down to lick the top.
Sanzou sucked in breath loudly but didn't move. I'll make you move, priest...he thought, while licking and sucking his way down on Sanzou, his fingers caressing the soft skin of his thighs. This was Sanzou, he tasted him, felt him, smelled him... was going to be one with him. He went deeper, his tongue rubbing on sensitive skin.
Sanzou's moans grew louder, his fingers tangled in his hair were nearly painful.
He started to move, a steady rhythm, sucking harder every second. He wasn't going to make this last long, not at all.
The monk beneath him wiggled, his hips bucked. "Harder! Gojyo... please!"
Gojyo sniggered lowly, his hands moving lower, massaging the soft skin of Sanzou's behind. Suddenly he felt a leg move between his thighs and sucked in breath, as it began to stroke his arousal. He sucked involuntarily harder, his mind spinning, while he rubbed against Sanzou's leg.
He felt Sanzou getting close, his hips jerking and himself curling up around his head. The muscles of his abdomen clenched and he heard a low scream, before his hips bucked and hot liquid shot into his mouth.
He swallowed and pulled back, to glance at Sanzou. Very nice picture. Indeed.
His hand ran up Sanzou's leg, as he bent down and pressed his lips onto the monk's. Sanzou let him, willingly opening his mouth, dancing with his tongue.
His turn, now. The other one seemed to have similar thoughts, for his fingers were freeing his arousal from the nasty garment. Sanzou broke their kiss, spread his legs wider and whispered, still shaking from the aftershock of his orgasm. "If you don't do it now, don't ever do it..."
Gojyo sniggered. "I knew, there'd be only this one chance, but I promise, you'll come back." With that he started to push in slowly. No preparation; but Sanzou had wanted it like that.
He shoved farther, moaning against Sanzou's neck. This was good, this was right, his head hurt with pleasure; he was so tight, how could he have lived without this feeling?
Sanzou coughed and his head fell back and his fingers dug into his, Gojyo's, hips.
Gojyo ignored the pain and buried himself to the root in the hard, white frame of Sanzou's body. Pure heaven, Nirvana, better than any sex with any woman, at any time.
His glance sought the priest's face; wandered over the tightly closed eyes and he heard the soft, pained gasps, coming out from between Sanzou's clenched teeth.
He shifted a bit, leaned forward and placed a soft kiss onto the blonde's lips, let his fingers play the golden locks, while he pulled back a little and made a tiny thrust in again.
Sanzou pressed against him, his breath hot and wet against his skin, and Gojyo repeated the action, over and over again, until he felt, how the other one began to accept the intrusion, until the pained hisses changed into little, sweet moans and the hardness between his legs reawakened.
"Faster..." Sanzou's hands left his hips, wandered to his head and dragged him down for a ravishing kiss, that made Gojyo's mind spin even more. "Faster!" The monk demanded again and Gojyo was more than willing to fulfil his desires.
He grabbed the white, long thighs he lay between and rammed in, heard Sanzou's scream and then the thrust were easier, his path wetted with the other one's pain.
He felt himself get dizzy with lust, drawn into Sanzou's tightness and the darkness of absolute pleasure; he couldn't breath anymore, all he could do was, reach between them and give Sanzou the same pleasure; he had to move, to ram into that hot heaven, to let his lips dance over Sanzou swollen and opened mouth.
The priest caught his lower lip with his teeth and dragged him into another kiss, their tongues rubbing against each other, their breaths hot in each other's mouth.
Sanzou's movements against him and into his hand became faster, and he broke the kiss, to make space for some husky cries, that made Gojyo thrust twice as hard.
He felt Sanzou bury his face in hair and the hot breath against his skin, and saved the small cries of his name, as Sanzou came spurting hot, white liquid all over Gojyo's hand and their bellies, in his memory.
He let himself fall, thrust one last time into the hot sweetness under him and pressed his face into the mound between Sanzou's neck and his shoulder, marking the blonde's insides with his semen, white, hot fire burning, through his veins and his whole body, making him numb and crash his own body onto Sanzou's as the aftershock took over.
They didn't move for a long time. Sanzou's face still buried in his hair, his hands wound around his neck, still connected; until Gojyo slowly drew out and rolled over, lying in the wet grass, too tired to dress, to sated to get to up.
Sanzou didn't say anything, just curled up next to him and dragged his robes over them, his face peaceful and slack in sleep as Gojyo looked at him with a bitter glance, before he put his arms around the slim shoulders and dragged the man closer to him.
He'd lose it, him. But he didn't want to. He wished this moment would last forever.
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