Title: Heart of a Monkey King
Chapter: 3-A Monk's Decision
Author: Car Jack
Beta(s): ditch-gospel
Series/Characters/Pairing(s): Saiyuki - Sanzo/Goku/Sanzo
Rating: NC-17
Status: WIP
Summary: Sanzo makes a decision and dreams of disturbing things.
Disclosure: Saiyuki is owned by Minekura Kazuya
Chapter Three A Monk's Decision
"W-w-would you like m-me to bring another p-pot of tea?"
The waitress hesitantly approached the table where Sanzo had joined Hakkai. The
healer was drinking tea with the map laid open on the table, perusing the roads
and symbols for the coming terrain. It was to Hakkai that the woman directed
her question as her eyes warily studied Sanzo. From the way she was stuttering
nervously, she likely expected him to suddenly erupt into violence once again.
Her body was even leaned slightly away from the monk, as if poised to flee at
the first outburst, her hands clasped in front of her. She was the same
waitress who had served them earlier so Hakkai figured she couldn't be blamed
for her nervousness. Sanzo thankfully ignored her and Hakkai gave her a
reassuring smile.
"Another pot would be very nice, thank you."
She tried to smile back at him but her face showed more fear than anything. As
she hurried away, Sanzo pulled the map towards himself. "How far to the
next larger town?"
"Well, that depends on how large you want. There's a town that should be
about this size
oh, I'd say, just under two day's drive." Hakkai pointed
out the symbol for the town on the map. "Just over a day away, and still
on our route, appears to be a slightly smaller town but one that should still
have a good inn."
"I said larger town. As in, larger than this one." Sanzo
interrupted Hakkai's recital of upcoming towns and ran his fingers over the
map, "Where are we now?"
Hakkai blinked at the monk and carefully drew the map back towards himself,
feeling suddenly protective of the creased length of paper. "Ah, well, we're
here," and he pointed out the town they were currently staying in,
situated at the west end of the map. Less than a week and he would have to get
a new map.
Neither man noticed Goku suddenly stop from entering the dining room and
quietly back away, so absorbed they were with the map.
Earlier, Hakkai had immediately picked up on the fact that Sanzo was out of
sorts and irritated over something when the party had sat down for lunch. Gojyo
had also been short tempered and sulking and Hakkai wondered what had happened
in the short time after they had arrived until they'd sat down to eat. He'd
been tempted to inquire about the problem but Sanzo was apparently in one of
his unpredictable moods and so he'd hesitated. Sanzo rarely confided his issues
or problems with any of them unless the issue directly affected them, and then
the priest would just state the issue without prompting. He decided to stay
quiet about that for now and ask Gojyo later.
"Just how large of a town are you looking for?" He poured himself
more tea.
"A town large enough to house a brothel."
"A
what?" Tea spilled over onto the table and Hakkai quickly gabbed
a napkin to wipe it up before the map could get damaged, stunned at what he had
just heard.
"A brothel. And a good one. No!" Sanzo cut himself off with a jerk of
his head to the side and his hand slicing the air, "The best
brothel around. Which town or city has the best one?"
"The
uh
best one? Um, well, I
ah
don't really
know. Um." Sanzo
wants to go to a brothel??
"Well, find out. The place with the best brothel around." Sanzo
paused to think a moment, "The cockroach tends to frequent that kind of
place, although his tastes run far too cheap, I'm sure. However, perhaps he
would have an idea. You could ask him." Sanzo looked up and impaled Hakkai
with his sharp gaze, "But you are not to tell him that I'm the one
inquiring. Do you understand?"
"Oh! Ah
yes! Of course! Um." At this point, Hakkai saw the waitress
returning with a second teapot and flashed her a relieved smile. He made a
production of taking and setting the pot down, making sure Sanzo had his tea
poured in just the right way, his mind buzzing over this new bit of
information. Sanzo waited impatiently for the pouring to be done and when the
waitress again left them alone, the priest continued with his instructions.
"I want someplace tasteful, where the women aren't riddled with disease.
Someplace that will be able to take the care needed in introducing someone to
sex for the first time." Sanzo paused to take a drink from his cup of tea.
Hakkai felt like his face was frozen in his congenial smile. "When you
find this town or city you will let me know immediately."
"Oh! Yes, um
of course."
The two men talked about travel and routes while Sanzo drank his tea. When the
monk finished his pot, he stood and faced the stairs leading up to their rooms.
Hakkai watched, dumfounded, as Sanzo seemed to hesitate, rare indecision
bringing a frown to the blond's face. Mumbling something about finding a paper,
Sanzo turned around and strode out the inn and into the street. Hakkai grew
even more confused as he was certain Sanzo had already acquired a newspaper
before lunch.
Mulling the conversation over in his mind, Hakkai ordered more tea and pulled
the map close, trying to work out a route towards the closest city. One that
held the best brothel around. Um.
***
Sanzo was finally able to retire alone to the room he shared with Goku after
the group finished with dinner. Goku and Gojyo had fought over food throughout
the meal and Sanzo hadn't been able to eat even the little bit he'd chosen for
himself, as he was busy laying about the two with his fan. He didn't intend to
let Gojyo get overly physical with his charge; no way was that sick pervert
going to cop any cheap feels.
Idiots.
By the end of the meal, Gojyo had finally left, claiming an engagement with a
local slut. Those weren't the kappa's exact words but Sanzo knew that's what he
meant. At least, if the sprite was off whoring after some woman, then Sanzo
didn't have to worry about Goku.
Entering the room he shared with the saru, he stripped off his robe, armbands,
and shirt. Bare from the waist up, he walked into the bathroom and proceeded to
wash up for the evening. Drying his face, he stared at himself in the mirror.
Why were people so attracted to him? He looked so
different
from everyone
else. His skin was so pale, even with all the sun exposure from riding in Jeep
all day long. His hair wasn't much darker than his skin and he had never seen
anyone else with eyes his color. Even the shape of his eyes was odd his lids
drooping so far he looked like he was half asleep. No, he didn't see why
admirers, both male and female, constantly bothered him.
Goku was another matter. Obviously, Sanzo was going to have a hell of a time
keeping his ward safe from the sick perverts in the world. After all, Goku was
beautiful. Enchanting.
Sexy.
Yes, sexy.
He was able to admit it to himself that he found Goku sexy. But that didn't
mean he was going to do anything about it. He would help Goku find himself a
young woman to discover intimacy with. He, Sanzo, would take him to a place
designed for such things. As soon as Hakkai found the best brothel with the
best prostitutes-
His face frowned in the mirror and he watched his eyes darken. He didn't like
the idea of Goku going to a prostitute. A bawdy whore. But he couldn't think of
any other way for Goku to gain knowledge with sexual intercourse while still
staying within Sanzo's control.
Sighing, he left the bathroom and took residence back at the table he was at
when this whole fiasco started earlier that day, opening a new pack of
cigarettes and tapping one out. Placing it between his lips, he sat there for
several long minutes, his lighter in his hand yet his cigarette unlit, lost in
thought. Had he still been staring at himself in a mirror, he may have noticed
how his colorful eyes had grown vague, unfocused on external things but instead
looking inward. Just as his thoughts were focused inward.
He stayed that way, almost in a meditative state, turning over the problem of
Goku becoming sexually aware and active, as the room slowly darkened.
Well over an hour had passed by the time the opening of his door broke him from
his reverie.
"Huh? Sanzo, why are you sitting here in the dark?" Goku snapped on
the overhead light and Sanzo blinked his eyes at the sudden brightness, feeling
slightly disoriented.
Opening his mouth to reply, he found his lips stuck to the filter of his
cigarette, the tender skin dried out by the paper. He reached up to gently work
off the stick, and his lighter clattered to the floor as he had also forgotten
about its presence in his hand. Dammit.
"Sanzo?"
Goku's puzzled voice sounded strangely loud in the room as Sanzo reached down
and picked up his lighter. He found himself at a loss as to what to say to the
monkey, having managed to avoid speaking with him all day. Even now after
spending all day, let alone the past hour, in deep thought he was still at a
loss.
Finally pulling the cigarette from his mouth, he turned to face the boy, his
tongue unconsciously making an appearance to touch soothingly at the light
sting left behind from pulling the stuck filter away. He caught how Goku's eyes
dropped to his mouth and a light flush spread across the tanned face of his
ward. Sanzo frowned, not liking how his own face warmed slightly at the sight.
He'd been feeling slightly chilled when Goku first entered the room but now he
was growing warm. For the first time ever he became self-conscious of his
unclothed state in front of the monkey and it irritated him.
"Goku." He waited until those blindingly bright eyes met his before
he continued, "When we get to a large enough town or city, I'll see to it
that you get the experience and instruction you're looking for." Those
bright eyes opened wide and a look of shocked hope bloomed within the golden
depths.
Goku took several quick steps towards him, grinning in excitement. "R
really? Really? But why wait until the next town? We're here right now
and-"
"Goku!" Sanzo cut off Goku and stopped the boy's advancement
towards him. "We aren't going to be doing anything, right now or
later. When we reach the right town, I will take you to a place where you can
learn about intimacy and sex."
"Huh? Take me to some place? What kind of place?" Goku's look of
glowing anticipation faded away and was replaced by perplexity. Sanzo refused
to be disappointed to see the glow in the saru's eyes dim slightly.
Sanzo replaced the cigarette that had earlier glued itself to his lips back in
his mouth, clicking the lighter and lighting the end, ignoring how the heated
filter felt sensitive to the abused flesh. He inhaled, the intake of nicotine
helping to center him, and pulled the stick away to explain, "To a place
that is designed for
" he waved his cigarette off to the side, at a
momentary loss for words as to how to explain a brothel to Goku, "for, ah
"
A strange look slowly traveled over Goku's face and a disbelieving smile
crooked a corner of his mouth, "What are you talking about? I'd almost
think you mean to take me to a whorehouse, Sanzo." The monkey laughed
until he looked closer at Sanzo and realized that he wasn't being corrected
about his comment. "What? No way! Sanzo, you can't be serious!"
Sanzo stayed silent, sprawled in his jeans at the table. He continued to smoke
although it was no longer helping him relax.
"Sanzo! Sanzo!" Goku was suddenly right in front of him and in
his face. "Is that what you meant?"
"Yes, it's what I meant." He stabbed out the rest of his smoke and
stood up, not liking the defensive feel he got with Goku's head higher than his
own.
"No!" In his agitation, Goku practically danced around him, "Sanzo,
no! I don't want to go to some whorehouse. Gojyo goes to places like
that!"
"Nevertheless! It's the best thing I could think of for you to get
experience. There, a woman can show you what kissing is like, along with the
other stuff." He clenched his teeth to stop the low growl that wanted to
rumble out of him at the sudden image of Goku writhing over a faceless woman
that burst into his mind. "I'll find someplace tasteful, not like the kind
of place Gojyo frequents."
"Sanzo, Sanzo, no! Please!" Goku's eyes were beginning to glow again,
but this time it was from the gathering of excess moisture. Sanzo was in no way
disturbed by the prospect of making Goku shed tears. Not at all. "I don't just
want to find out what kissing
and stuff
is like." Goku's tanned fists
were clenched tight and held in front of him, "Well, ok, so maybe I do
want to know what that's like, but not only that! I want to know what it's like
with you-"
"Urusai!!"
Goku ducked and backed away, likely expecting the strike of Sanzo's fan, but
the monk kept the folded paper tucked away. Breathing deeply, Sanzo calmed
himself down and turned away, suddenly tired. After a moment, he turned back to
the saru, "Go to bed, Goku. We'll be leaving early tomorrow. We'll talk
about this later." He knew he was taking the coward's way out in not
dealing with this right now but he didn't care. "Go to bed."
"Sa Sanzo?"
Tired, Sanzo turned to his bed and walked to its side, "Just go to bed,
Goku. We'll talk later." Pulling the blankets back, Sanzo slid between
them and turned away from his charge. He ignored the sounds of Goku changing,
cleaning up, and sliding between his own sheets. He didn't think about Goku
wearing nothing but a shirt and boxers, settling comfortably in bed just a few
feet from him.
For the longest time, Sanzo just lay in bed, listening to Goku breathing. He
envied the boy's ability to fall asleep so easily, murmuring in his sleep. His
dreams were interspersed with thoughts of, strangely, mangos and sticky rice.
From what Sanzo could gather from the mumbled mutterings, the monkey seemed to
be dreaming about trying to spread the stuff over something, then trying to eat
it. Sanzo didn't want to know anything further about Goku's dream.
Finally, letting Goku's muttering and breathing lull him, Sanzo drifted off to
sleep. His dreams jumped around, fragments of images and emotions, until he
finally settled on one scene.
He had a mango in his hand, the waxy skin half green with the other half a
blushed red. He ran his hands over the fruit, caressing it and weighing it in
his palm.
"Sanzo Sanzo Sanzo!" Goku's voice echoed off the walls and Sanzo
turned his head to look at his young charge, falling into a pair of wide blindingly
bright eyes that took up over half his face. His grin took up the other half,
his long hair a tangled mess hanging below his waist. "I'm so hungry,
Sanzo! Are you gonna eat that?"
Sanzo stared at his ward for a moment, absorbing his grin and glowing eyes
before he set the mango down on the table and picked up the knife lying there.
He made quick work of cutting up the mango in wedges and, picking up one wedge,
he held it out to Goku. Rather than taking it from him, the boy ate it out of
his fingers. Mesmerized by the point of the tongue that came out to lick at
Goku's sensuous lips, Sanzo held out another slice.
Goku leaned forward and ate this piece, also, but instead of pulling his hand
away, Sanzo traced his fingers over Goku's wide lips then slipped a finger
inside. Goku grabbed his wrist and sucked on his finger, cupping his tongue
along the length. Sanzo breathed in deep and stepped closer, resting his other
hand on top of Goku's head, caressing the now short spikes sticking up above
his coronet. The still glowing eyes washed him in a warm bath of comfort.
He pulled the teenager closer to him and the dream shifted. Suddenly, he found
himself flat on his back, naked, with the hard naked body of Goku sprawled over
him. Lust erupted through him, a volcano of heat and hunger that he was as
helpless to stop as a real volcanic eruption. And just as intense. There was no
build-up, no slow boil, just a sudden blast of need taking control of
his body. He arched up into the monkey, a low moan purring from his throat.
He writhed under the weight of his ward, half formed words of pleasure
stuttering from his mouth. He ran his hands over the saru's velvety skin and
rubbed his erection along Goku's hard length. A harder moan was dragged out of
him from the hot contact.
Goku
He threw his head back and arched up again, thrusting against the heat of
his ward. His moans were becoming rough, abandoned groans.
Goku moved downward, his mouth trailing lava over his chest, his nipples, his
abdomen.
Goku
He felt Goku's hands slide over his ass and part his cheeks. His erection
pulsed as he felt Goku's humid breath bathe his cock, promising what Sanzo
wouldn't let himself want while he was awake.
Yes, Goku
The monkey breathed damp air over the head of his dick, burning through his
foreskin while a nimble finger teased at his puckered opening. He felt a hand
reach down and grab the base of his cock, lifting it up to bump against soft
lips. He lifted his head to watch, his breathing coming in excited pants, his body
straining for Goku to suck him. He wanted that mouth swallowing his cock and he
wanted that finger sinking deep into him. He bucked up, getting closer to Goku's
mouth but farther away from his finger. Thrusting back to the finger only
accomplished moving away from the heat of Goku's mouth. He ignored the choked
whimper he heard come from his own mouth.
He twisted, contorted, confused as to how to get the monkey to stop teasing
him. He knew the sounds he was making sounded needy but he couldn't be bothered
by that. If begging was what was needed, then he would pay that price.
Goku! Plea-
Sanzo jerked awake, his body shaking and drawn tight, his breathing harsh and
erratic. He didn't understand why he felt so bereft and alone, when just
seconds ago Goku was about to suck him off. A little awareness trickled in as
he recognized the inn room he shared with the saru. His jeans were
excruciatingly tight as the erection from his dream obviously carried over into
his waking world. Still struggling to fully wake, he sat up and swung his legs
around, placing his feet on the floor.
The dim light from the moon was enough to see Goku, sleeping in only his
boxers, on the other bed. The blankets were twisted around him, evidence to the
amount of moving around the boy typically did in his sleep. Sanzo stood and
took several stumbling steps towards the slumbering demon, only to finally come
fully awake realizing he was about to fall on his charge and continue his
dream.
Sanzo froze, immobile, while his body still throbbed, starved for the boy
currently sleeping. Goku was on his back, his upper body bare. His chest rose
and fell rhythmically, raising and lowering the one hand resting there, one
finger a bare inch from a naked, brown nipple. Sanzo's eyes traveled lower, over
tight abs and an alluring navel.
His paralysis almost broke as a desire to dip his tongue into that dimple
almost drove the little bit of sane thought from his mind.
Forcing himself to back away from Goku's slumbering form, he stumbled into the
bathroom and quietly shut the door behind him. He again found himself leaning
against the sink, now in the pitch black of the room.
Fuck. Oh, fuck. He leaned there, breathing heavy and aching with
arousal. Fuck.
Needing relief, he opened his jeans and wrapped his fist around his erection,
squeezing hard before slowly sliding his hand up and down the length. The only
light showing in the tiny room was a strip under the door that wasn't as black
as the rest of the room.
His dream still fairly fresh in his mind and blanketed in the black void of the
room, Sanzo let himself fantasize. He let himself imagine Goku's hungry mouth
sliding down his cock. His hand was dry rather than the wet suction of a mouth
but a shudder still racked his frame from the touch. He pumped his hips into
his clenched fist, his other hand gripping the sink, his knuckles white.
Towards the end he didn't really know if his eyes were opened or closed, but a
blinding white explosion rocked the floor under his feet and ripped the
strength from his knees. He was gasping, his breathing harsh from the most
intense orgasm he'd ever given himself as he barely stood, holding on to the
sink with his body shaking.
Oh, fuck.
He let his body slowly sink to his knees, his hand still gripping the sink and
his head lowered, his breath still ragged. He didn't know how long he knelt
like that but he didn't think it was more than five or six minutes. As his
breathing evened out, he finally stood back up, only now wondering about the
mess he must have made.
Dammit. Fuck.
He couldn't seem to form anything more complex than curses as he realized he
had to turn on the light and face the glaring reality of what he had done, in
order to clean the evidence so Goku wouldn't find it in the morning.
Dammit.
TBC