He was tired, he was
irritable, and he was not looking forward to spending the night listening to the
Baka-Saru snore.
Opening the door, he gave the boy on the bed little
notice and proceeded to strip himself of the heavy outer robes he
wore.
It wasn't until a few minutes had passed without a single
acknowledgement from his companion that he turned and looked - then looked
harder.
The brunette bundle of energy was actually sitting still and more
peculiarly so, he was silent. But that was not the cause of the monk's double
take.
The cause was the prominent erection that strained upwards against
the confines of the boy's sleep shorts. Sanzo couldn't fathom why the boy was
sitting unashamedly on top of the covers, ignoring the obvious problem between
his legs, and doing what looked like basic meditation breathing
exercises.
Padding over, he sat down and peered at the boy, "Oi," he
spoke in his normal rough tone and when no response was forth coming he gave his
companion a not so gentle shake, "Oi - Baka-Saru."
The lids of
Goku's eyes fluttered and drifted open, revealing the deep pools of swirling
gold and brown below.
"Sanzo?" the boy looked confused, "What are you
doing...ne Sanzo?"
"What am I doing?" Sanzo was incredulous, "What are
you doing?!"
"Oh," Goku glanced down at his lap, seemingly unconcerned,
"I was trying to get rid of that."
"What?" Sanzo dead panned, surely the
ancient-boy wasn't trying to get rid of an erection that way.
"This,"
Goku gestured vaguely to his lap, "Happened at the Temple once and I asked one
of the Monks about it. He told me that it was because I was being impure, and
that if I wanted it to go away, I had to sit very still and think about pure
thoughts - he showed me a weird way of breathing and told me to do that while I
thought."
"You're serious?" Sanzo was somewhat stunned and rather amused,
it was just like the stuffy old bastards at the temple to play down a natural
act and make it sinful.
"Um...ne Sanzo," Goku looked up at him with big
eyes, "I think I must be really impure because it always takes
ages."
Sanzo felt a definite tug in his crotch area at the Saru's words,
"And how often does this happen?"
"All the time - especially after
kicking Youkai ass!" Goku grinned at him, then his face fell, "But it's hard to
concentrate in the jeep because the stupid Ero-Kappa always starts fighting with
me."
A wicked thought seized Sanzo and refused to let go, looking down at
his appealing little Saru, he decided to act upon it, "Would you like to know a
faster way of making that go away?"
"Ne...Sanzo," Goku looked worriedly
up at him, "You're being really nice - are you feeling okay?"
"Baka!"
Sanzo growled and hit him over the head, he stood up and started to walk away,
looking over his shoulder he raised a slender eyebrow, "Do you want me to help
you or not?"
"No Sanzo, stay, I'm sorry," Goku leapt forward, grabbed his
arm and looked pleadingly up at him, "I'll behave - tell me what to do...ne
Sa~nzo."
"Urusai," Sanzo growled but 'grudgingly' sat back down, "Right,
first - take your shorts off."
Five hundred years of living in a cave,
and having no memories of his previous life, had left Son Goku with little to no
modesty, and he had no qualms about leaning backwards, lifting his hips off the
bed and shimmying out of his shorts on the command of his beloved Sanzo. Sitting
back up with his legs crossed, his long shirt flopped down and covered his
groin.
This irritated the blond, and reaching forward, the un-holy monk
pushed the shirt out of the way, revealing Goku's impressively sized equipment,
which he 'accidentally' brushed his palm over on the way back.
The effect
was immediate, a low wild groan sounded from Goku's throat as his head fell
backwards and his hips automatically jerked upwards.
"Sa...Sanzo," Goku
gasped, "What was that?"
Sanzo licked his lips in appreciation of the
sight before him. Goku's cheeks were delicately stained red, his chest rising
and falling rapidly with each gasp he took to regain his control, each time he
took a breath, his arousal bobbed up and down.
"You do it Goku," the
blond purred, "Touch it - wrap your hand around it." he could feel his own
trousers growing too tight, and he shifted about until they were undone and
gaping open at the front revealing the smooth, pale and hairless skin of his
abdomen. He glanced back at the Saru and found the boy's eyes were glued to his
crotch. With a toothy grin, he pulled the trousers down a little further and let
his growing erection free.
"You see Goku," he stared at the other boy,
and waited until the Saru's eyes were fixed on his face, "This isn't some impure
sin - it's a natural reaction." for some reason he wanted to make sure that Goku
forgot what the monk had told him - he didn't want the boy to think touching
himself and gaining pleasure in the growingly bleak world was a sin; none of
them knew when they were going to die, and they all had to enjoy the life they
had, whilst they still had it. He laughed mentally at his reasons; they sounded
more like his Master's thoughts than his own.
"Ohh..." Goku breathed out,
and looked at Sanzo's crotch and then his own. Tentatively he touched it, taking
a sharp intake of breath at the shock of sensations that washed through
him.
"That's right," Sanzo's voice sounded a little rougher than normal,
it made Goku feel hot and the feelings in his groin turned up a notch. He
listened to what his master was saying to him, "Move your hand up and
down."
He looked blankly at the blond, not sure exactly what he was
supposed to do.
"Watch me." the Monk's gaze was hot and heavy. Nodding,
Goku watched as the man grasped his own erection and pumped it up and down.
After a few moments, he got the general idea and started to
copy.
"Ohhhh." the pleasure shooting through him was a hundred times more
than it had been. He felt Sanzo's hand on his shoulder and allowed himself to be
pushed back until he was lying flat on the bed; automatically he uncrossed his
legs and stretched them out.
"Go on, carry on then," Sanzo's voice
drifted to him and he did it again. Groaning loudly, he found that he was unable
to keep his eyes open.
"That's it - now faster, grip it nice and tight."
Sanzo's commands floated to his ears, and he obeyed them naturally, no longer
thinking coherently, just being dragged along in a tide of pleasure.
He
sped his hand up, and his hips moved to follow as the pleasure built to almost
intolerable levels. Whimpering, he tossed his head side to side, now and then
letting a small moan free.
Sanzo reached down for his own erection and
pumped it vigorously, watching the un-knowingly sensual display the Saru was
putting on for him. Goku really had no idea how beautiful he was normally, and
in the throes of passion he was exquisite.
With a trained technique,
Sanzo soon reached the same fever pitch as the brunette. Wiggling down the side
of the bed, he lay down next to the writhing boy and gently moved his hand
away.
"SA~NZO!" The boy's indignant wail rang through the room; and Sanzo
was glad that both Hakkai and Gojyo were familiar enough with Goku calling his
name, that they wouldn't leave their room to investigate the cause of the boy's
wailing.
"Shh...Baka," Sanzo whispered, "Shift over a bit." He shifted
them both until they were lying side by side, looking each other in the eye.
Absently, he raised his hand and brushed the unruly bangs from the ancient boy's
face; for once not bothering to disguise his feelings.
Goku prised his
eyes open and gasped at the naked tenderness in Sanzo's normally cold eyes,
"Sa..." he started to stay, but the rest of it was swallowed as the monk closed
the gap between them and pressed his lips against his own.
He had seen
Gojyo and Hakkai kissing often enough to know that he was supposed to open his
mouth, and he did promptly. He gasped into Sanzo's mouth as a hot tongue invaded
his own.
Tentatively he allowed his tongue to meet it, and this seemed to
please the other man; because without breaking the kiss, he threaded his hands
into Goku's own hair and rolled on top of him, pressing his body against
him.
He felt his erection bump into Sanzo's and he accidentally broke the
kiss to fling his head back against the pillow with a sharp in take of breath.
He wanted to recapture Sanzo's delicious mouth, it tasted sweet like honey and
he thought if he could just have that, he would never need to eat
again.
But Sanzo's lips, which had curled into a rare smile, were working
down his throat, leaving sucking bites and wet kisses as it went. When the monk
reached his collar, he pulled away and looked him in the eye.
"Take your
shirt off Goku," the unexpected use of his name made the boy's eyes widen and he
hastened to comply, so that he sat before his everything, unabashedly
naked.
"Ne...Sanzo," he ventured softly, not wanting to make the other
man mad - but there was something he wanted. When the blond raised an eyebrow,
he continued, "Could you take your shirt off too?"
"Baka." Sanzo smiled
fondly down at his companion and stood up from the bed.
"Ne Sanzo," Goku
sat up desperately, "I'm sorry - don't go!"
"Baka," the Monk leant
forward and pushed the boy back down on the bed, "I'm just taking my trousers
off."
"Oh." Goku sighed with relief. The feelings that Sanzo was stirring
in him were better than anything he had experienced - better than fighting,
better than eating; and he didn't want them to stop! Also, he looked down
between his legs and noticed that the problem seemed worse than ever, Sanzo had
promised to show him this other way - and he wasn't going to let the other man
go until his problem had gone.
"Stop thinking so loud -Baka," Sanzo's
golden hair floated into his view, and Goku took the opportunity to shuffle up
the pillows slightly, until he was half propped against the headboard. Looking
at the monk, he felt his mouth water, and his hand instinctively reached
out.
The un-holy Monk's skin was pure creamy white, just half a shade
lighter than the skin of his face and hands. His nipples and cock stood out in
erect relief, and Goku found himself wanting to taste, to see if the rest of his
Master was as delicious as his mouth tasted.
His hand touched the warm
skin of Sanzo's chest. The erect nipple felt sort of funny on his arm, but he
left his hand where it was, smiling in wonderment as he felt Sanzo's heart
beating beneath his palm.
Sanzo smiled to himself as he looked at the
Saru. They all knew that the boy was affectionate - he loved physical contact,
even if it were only being hit on the head with a paper fan; and this, the most
basic form of contact seemed to have touched the boy on his own primitive
level.
He slowly pulled the boy forward and kissed him again. After a
moment, the hand moved away from his chest and the other one rose, then both
were twinned into his hair, where it amused him to find Goku petting and
stroking it.
Goku was in heaven. The feelings in his groin weren't so
intense now, but he was being kissed by Sanzo and he was being allowed to touch
the hair that he always thought looked like sunlight.
He had once heard
Hakkai tell Gojyo that his hair looked like the setting sun; but his Sanzo's was
the colour of midday, bright and proud, high up in the centre of the sky - just
like the man was the centre of his life.
Deciding that the mood had
become too sweet for his tastes, Sanzo pulled the boy right flush against him
and rocked his slightly. This had the desired effect of making the Saru break
the kiss and gasp. He allowed the boy to rock in his lap for a moment before
leaning forward and laying him down again.
"Goku," he called down to the
pleasure-ridden boy, "Goku."
"What is it Sanzo?" Goku looked up at him
with big eyes.
"I need to know how much further you want to go with
this." he looked serious and the expression seemed to reach the Saru though his
sensual haze.
Goku raised his hand and gently stroked the soft skin of
Sanzo's cheek and smiled widely, his eyes shinning with absolute trust, "As far
as it can get." he had no idea what was going to happen next, everything so far
had been brand new to him, but he trusted the man above him - trusted him above
everything, and he wanted the time to last forever, he wanted Sanzo to touch him
forever.
"Alright." Sanzo kissed him deeply once more and then whispered,
"I need to get something from my bag - I WILL be right back."
Goku
nodded, but still whimpered slightly as Sanzo moved away from him, and cold air
washed over his body. It did not take the monk long to return, and Goku was
curious to see that he was carrying the bottle of hand lotion he used when his
hands grew wind-chapped and stiff from using the
gun.
"Ne...Sanzo..."
"Urusai," Sanzo spoke, but there was no
hostility or any such thing behind the whispered word. Climbing back onto the
bed, he leant over the Saru and kissed him soundly. He enjoyed kissing the boy,
he loved the clumsy attempts the brunette made to return what was being done;
and he adored knowing that he was going to be the first - and only lover Goku
could remember having.
Somewhere in the depths of his mind, a brief image
flashed by, of a huge canopied bed and Goku writhing in the middle of it, his
chest heaving and the name "Konzen" spilling like a mantra from his
lips.
Ignoring the strange non-memory, he left Goku's lips and traced a
random pattern down the boy's neck, shoulders and stomach.
"Open your
legs," he whispered and settled between them as they moved apart, "This might
hurt a little Goku because you've not done this before."
"It's okay,"
Goku's shoulders were resting against the headboard again, and his bright eyes
were fixed on Sanzo's face, "I trust you."
Instead of feeling embarrassed
or angry by the boy's statement, Sanzo just felt a tide of warm happiness engulf
him. Reaching forward he placed a delicate kiss on the Saru's lips and then
opened the bottle.
Pouring a fair amount on the fingers of one hand, he
spread the boy's nether-cheeks with the other. Placing his fingers on the small
puckered opening that was revealed to him, he chuckled deeply as Goku gasped,
"cold" and attempted to fidget away.
After a few moments, the Saru
stopped trying to get away and relaxed. It amused the un-holy monk to hear
something like a purr emerge from the boy's throat as he rubbed more lotion
around the small hole.
Carefully he pushed one finger into the centre of
it and was pleased when it opened up for him. He removed his finger and added
more lotion to it, gradually working it inside the now gasping
boy.
Patiently, he stretched the opening, taking care to slow when Goku's
gasps became pained. After awhile, he had three fingers buried deep inside the
Saru and the boy was writhing. His fingers searched out the small nub, and he
rubbed it - chuckling again as Goku's eyes, which had been drifting close,
snapped open and a fairly loud gasp that sounded approximately like "Sanzo!"
tore from his throat.
"I think you're ready now," Sanzo withdrew his
fingers, ignoring the groan of displeasure as he did so. Reaching down, he
slathered his cock with lotion, pumping it for a few moments, until it was back
at full hardness. Placing it at Goku's entrance he slowly pushed, feeding it
inch by inch into the boy.
Goku's hands went to the bed sheets and he
grasped them tightly. He hadn't expected this - he knew this, he had seen this
and the implications left him breathless. He had once in his ignorance walked in
on Gojyo and Hakkai. At first he had thought that the Ero-Kappa was fighting
with the soft spoken man, but then he had seen where they had been joined.
Afterwards, when they finally noticed him and Gojyo had calmed down, the
Ero-Kappa had explained that it was still sex, only with a guy not a girl, and
then Hakkai had added that it with anyone it was a form of release, but with
someone you cared for - it was an act of love. Tears sprung to his eyes and he
was quite perturbed when Sanzo stopped.
"Daijoubu?" Sanzo looked
worriedly at the tears coursing down the boy's face, he thought he had been slow
and thorough enough, and despite the fact that his libido would hate him for it,
he was prepared to stop.
"Ah, daijoubu," Goku smiled at him, a smile that
seemed wider and happier than any he had ever seen, "but pleeease..." the Saru
lifted his hips, driving the final inch of Sanzo inside him.
They both
gasped at that, and Sanzo had to use all of his control, not to start pounding
the Saru there and then. Once he was sure Goku was adjusted, he started
moving.
"Oh...oh!" Goku couldn't describe the sheer pleasure that rushed
through him, "Ohh Sanzo...Sanzo...SANZO!" the cries grew increasingly louder as
the pace got increasingly faster. The pleasure grew back to intolerable levels
and he reached down to pump himself as he had so recently been
taught.
The combined jolt of pleasure that it caused was too much for his
inexperienced body and he came with another loud shout of the un-holy Monk's
name. A few thrusts later, and Sanzo emptied himself with a low grunt. After a
few moments, he pulled himself free of the Saru's body, once more ignoring the
groan of protest. Reaching behind him, he snagged the blanket from the end of
the bed. Laying down he pulled Goku into his arms and covered them
both.
"Ne...Sanzo," he looked down at the now sleepy boy and waited for
the rest of the sentence, "I love you." the declaration didn't hurt as he
thought it would, and he realised that the Saru had imbedded himself further
into his heart than even his master, "Ne...Sanzo - do you love me
too?"
"Ah." he replied, his pride not letting him say the actual words.
But his response seemed good enough for the other boy, who smiled that brilliant
smile again, and wrapped himself around him like a leech.
"Ne...Sanzo,"
Goku's voice was even sleepier than before.
"What?" Sanzo grunted in
growing exasperation, he wanted to just enjoy the moment, but the sleepy Saru
seemed intent on talking.
"You lied, "Goku's jaw cracked open in a yawn,
"You...said it would be quicker...hmm...but it was better
though."
Smiling, he petted the boy's hair, "Baka - go to
sleep."
"Mkay Sanzo." Goku wriggled and somehow managed to get a little
bit closer. The blond chuckled softly, and looked down at the boy in his arms -
the boy he loved. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of Goku's head, and soon
they had both drifted off to sleep.
Outside, in the hallway, the
smile on a certain brunette youkai's face was a trifle smug, "See - I told you
that's what they were doing."
"Ch'," the Ero-Kappa next to him snorted,
"I didn't think His Uptight Pain in the Assness had it in him."
"Maa
maa," Hakkai smiled again and patted his lover on the shoulder, "Come on - let’s
go back to our room - you owe me."
"I really should know better than to
make bets with you - shouldn't I?" Gojyo grumbled, but there was a smile on his
face as they walked back to their room and locked the door behind
them.
The next morning, the group was
on the road early. In the back seat, both Goku and Gojyo were sitting awkwardly.
They looked at each other for a long moment.
"Comfortable Baka-Saru?"
Gojyo asked with a smirk.
Goku blushed but retorted anyway, “About the
same as you Ero-Kappa."
This started off the usual spate of arguing, and
it wasn't long before Sanzo was leaning over the back of his chair shouting,
"URUSAI!" and hitting them both with his fan.
In the driver’s seat,
Hakkai allowed himself a small giggle before adding his customary, "Maa maa" to
the fight.
Soon they were all settled back down, and they resumed their
relentless journey towards the west.
--- THE END ---