Sorry this is so short guys….but with Nimbl's recent computer hardship, I want her to get back up and writing, so I want her to give this story a little direction! So, here's a little morsel until Nim-chan posts something! Ciao, SW
Ecstatic Monk Chapter 3:
By: Shinigami's Wrath
Gojyo swore and yelled at the Jeep and Hakkai until he finally choked on the dust that was settling around him. "Goddamnit Hakkai, don't do this to me!!!" He screamed after the distant dot the jeep made on the horizon. "FUCK!!" He swore explosively and started hacking again on the dust that was still in the air. Here he was, stuck with a tweaked out monk…
…who was rubbing his hand down his back like Gojyo was a prize horse, or a tame housecat. He immediately scooched away from the touch as if he'd been burned. "Sanzo, calm down." Gojyo whirled to face the sweaty blonde monk.
Sanzo had that glazed, cloudy look that burned with lust. "Calm down?" He cocked his head almost like a dog listing to something on the wind. "I am calm."
The vacant look in Sanzo's eyes gave Gojyo the creeps. "Eeeeeeeeyyyeeah. Okay—so—you're getting worse, not better. Good to know." Gojyo said matter-of-factly.
A shadow of the usual belligerence flickered across Sanzo's eyes. "I am not getting worse." He absently wiped at the sweat soaked hair that was plastered to his forehead.
The last thing Gojyo wanted to do was argue with Sanzo at that point. The monk was not having a good reaction to the X, that's for sure. It had been a couple hours now since he had to have taken the drug, and any normal human should be pulling out of it by now, or at least starting to, but that was not the case here. Gojyo looked hard at the blonde, he was still twitchy, sweating profusely, and if he had a chance Gojyo was sure Sanzo would glomp him.
Gojyo was angry with Hakkai all over again. Sure he'd been the one to bring the drugs home, but he wasn't in charge of the stupid little ape that actually gave the pills to Sanzo. So why was he stuck out in the middle of bum-fuck Egypt with the asshole and Goku wasn't? It just wasn't fair. He sighed and ran a hand through his long scarlet hair in frustration.
"Do that again…" a soft voice beckoned.
Gojyo looked out the corner of his eyes to see Sanzo peering at his hair like it was a lifetime supply of Marlboros. Gojyo's eyes widened at the stark longing on the monk's face, transforming the usual stern lines of it to a softer, almost effeminate version. Then Sanzo transferred his gaze from Gojyo's hair to lock with his causing the half-breed to suck in a breath. Twin pools of the richest amethyst glinted and gleamed in the overcast day's weak light. They almost seemed to give off a light of their own as Gojyo delved deeper into that mesmerizing gaze time seemed to stand still.
How Sanzo had gotten that close to him was unknown to Gojyo, for the monk had suddenly closed the distance and now stood with one hand slowly reaching up to touch Gojyo's hair as softly as the faintest of whispers. The redhead stood stock still, fearing to breathe, to move, to do anything to break this spell that had Sanzo acting the gentlest Gojyo had ever had the privilege of witnessing.
"So soft…so bright." Sanzo said almost wonderingly as he continued to admire Gojyo's hair.
Gojyo was now doing some shivering of his own, and it had nothing to do with the weather, or being under control of any kind of drug. Was he checking out the crabby monk? No, he couldn't of…Gods no he wasn't gay! But…Sanzo was normally a commanding presence in his stoicism, but with open venerability writ across his face and a longing in those royal eyes, he was a force to be reckoned with. The drug allowed the iron clad control that Sanzo wielded as easily as breathing to relax and show the inner part of him to Gojyo. That vulnerability called to Gojyo's protective side and the taller man could not refuse Sanzo his need for physical contact. It didn't mean he was going to let the monk rape him, but Gojyo could allow him this little concession.
Gojyo kept his gaze locked on Sanzo's as the monk continued to run his fingers through his hair. Gojyo finally lost the battle as the blonde buried both hands along his scalp, massaging, and then dragging slowly through the long tresses. Gojyo gasped as sensation washed over him. His weak spot had always been someone playing with his hair. How did Sanzo know? Gods, if the monk was this good with a scalp massage, how was he at massaging—no! He did not want to think along those lines! He pulled away from the blonde almost forcibly, trying to tamp down the disappointed feeling of the absence of those fingers in his mane.
He cleared his throat loudly and ran his own hand through his hair, raking it back into place. "Well, Hakkai left us out in the bloody middle of nowhere, so I guess we best start walking to catch up to him." Gojyo turned and started walking in the direction of Jeep's tracks. Though the day was overcast, it was humid, which meant rain on its way. Great. Just fucking peachy. That meant that Sanzo would sink into his traditional funk and sweet fuck-all could dislodge him from it. However, how is he going to react when under the influence of some heavy X? Curious. Maybe Sanzo would pull his dejected head out of his ass for once and move on from whatever demons haunted him.
Gojyo laughed to himself as he shook out a cigarette from the crumpled pack in his pocket and lit it. The crunch of gravel marked their passage over the desolate land. This didn't sway Gojyo from his thoughts though. If X chased the demons away, or caused him to move on, then all four of them should take the drug because none of them were without their fair share of demons and nightmares. No, they all had their own ways of dealing with them, and for the monk it was to shut himself away in his room and watch the rain while chain smoking like a sonofabitch. It was that and being downright rude to all the rest of them, 'specially the chimp. Because the monkey was too damn dumb to leave Sanzo the hell alone when he was like that was no reason Gojyo was going to step in and draw the monk's line of fire trying to inform Goku that he was being a dipshit.
As Gojyo walked, he heard the slither of ivory robes following behind him, so it meant that the blonde was trailing him. That was a good sign. He didn't want to argue with a tweaked out monk. Anyone under the influence of any drug was difficult to converse with, Sanzo proved to be downright impossible. Instead, Gojyo kept his eyes on the horizon, searching for any assassin raids. Gods damn Hakkai again for leaving them stranded on a relatively flat plain where some scrubby grass, but mostly dust and sand grew. There were a few hardy trees sparsely dotting the landscape as well as some random rock formations, but barren of anything else. Gojyo just thanked whatever lucky stars he still had left that the sun wasn't shining because they could have had a serious problem with heat exhaustion. The humidity was bad enough, was almost like trying to breathe through water.
"Gods, I'm thirsty." Sanzo commented mildly behind him. It was the first sane thing he'd said in over an hour.
Gojyo spared a glance back to him. "Well, I can't help ya, your imminence; Hakkai forgot to leave us anything to drink."
"Well then, what the hell are you doing here?" Sanzo snapped.
"To escort your Holy pain in my ass, to the next town in enough time to get that ecstasy shit out of your system. Being a cocktail waitress for you is NOT in that job description!" Gojyo snapped. Gods, but the monk was demanding.
"I'd like to bury my cock in your tail." The softly worded sentence stopped Gojyo like a brick wall. He turned and gave a good look at the monk.
Shiny bright eyes were glued to where his ass had been, but now the view was full crotch shot. Damn. Gojyo resisted the urge to cover himself or turn to the side, away from Sanzo's line of sight. "Enjoying the view?" He bluffed. What were the chances of Sanzo remembering any of this when he sobered up? Gojyo realized that he could have a bit of fun with the monk while the prick was in his care. He barely stifled the evil laugh that came with that thought.