Title: Heart of a Monkey King
Chapter: 4 - Pucker Up, Monkey Boy!
Author: Car Jack
Beta(s): ditch_gospel,
guanyin_kun
Series/Pairing(s): Saiyuki, Sanzo/Goku
Rating: NC-17 overall, this chapter R
Status: WIP
Summary: I think the title of the chapter pretty much
sums it up ^_^.
Disclaimer: Saiyuki is owned by Minekura
Kazuya
Chapter 4 Pucker Up, Monkey Boy!
A pounding at the door woke Hakkai while the room was still
dark. Coming instantly awake, he sat up, noticing how Gojyo jerked awake over
on the other side of the room. The redhead scrambled from his bed, summoning
his shakujou and pointing it towards the door.
Calmer, Hakkai climbed out of his own bed and walked
barefoot across the floor to the door, glad of his pajamas in the cold air. He
sometimes envied Gojyo's ability to ignore the cold as he was now only wearing
boxers and a tank.
"Watch yourself, Hakkai," Gojyo warned.
"Thank you for your concern, Gojyo, but I hardly think
gods or youkai assassins would knock before attacking us."
Gojyo had the grace to look abashed as he lowered his weapon
and grumbled, "I wouldn't call that a knock. It was more like pounding.
Pretty aggressive pounding."
Hakkai smiled and fitted his monocle over his eye. Regardless
of his words to Gojyo, he was still cautious about opening the door and glad
that Gojyo hadn't yet dispersed his weapon but he only found Sanzo on the other
side. He opened the door fully and looked up and down the hall, checking for
danger, "Sanzo, is there a problem?"
"No. But I want to be on the road within the hour, so
get your things together." Sanzo didn't meet his eyes and Hakkai found
this odd, but agreed to the monk's demand.
"Oh, sure. Within the hour. We'll meet you and Goku
downstairs." At the mention of Goku's name, Sanzo backed away and acquired
a hunted look, strangely looking up and down the hall himself, as if worried
the boy would suddenly appear.
"Yes. In one hour." With that, Sanzo strode down
the hall, heading back in the direction of his own room, and Hakkai
thoughtfully closed the door.
"Leaving in an hour?" Gojyo rubbed his hands over
his face, finally having banished his weapon, and sat down on his bed, "It's
still the middle of the night. What's his rush?"
Hakkai recalled the conversation he'd had with Sanzo the day
before and opened his mouth, only to close it again, remembering Sanzo's
earlier order to not let Gojyo know the blond wished to visit a brothel.
However, this also reminded him that Sanzo had suggested speaking with Gojyo
about finding the 'best brothel'.
"Um, well, Sanzo seems to be in a hurry to get to the
next town." Hakkai reached for his duffel and started to pack it, leaving
out the clothes he planned to wear that day, glad Sanzo stayed long enough for
him to get the laundry done. Gojyo sighed, obviously wanting to go back to
sleep. Hakkai knew he had been out very late, probably only getting about two
to three hours sleep.
"Fuckin' monk."
The muttered curse caused Hakkai to turn and he witnessed a
look of righteous anger cross over Gojyo's face.
"What happened earlier, Gojyo? Before lunch," he
asked as he watched the redhead pick up last night's discarded pants and search
through the pockets, likely looking for his cigarettes.
"How the hell should I know? I was outside with
Shinrei, the laundry gal. You know, the one with the white apron and blue
ribbons, when suddenly Sanzo shows up and starts beating on me with his fan.
The man's psychotic. I'm lucky Shinrei would even still have anything to do
with me after that."
"He just showed up? You weren't fighting with him
before?"
"No. He just came out of nowhere. Him and that gods
damned fan of his. I swear, I'm gonna shove that thing up his ass one of these
days." He found his pack of cigarettes and tapped one out, placing it
between his lips. "I have no idea what's gotten him all worked up."
He lit the cigarette with a flick of his lighter, reclining on his bed making
no special effort to get dressed yet.
Hakkai bowed his head, thinking.
"Hakkai?" Hakkai cut his eyes toward Gojyo for a
split second before jerking them guiltily away. "Do you know something?"
"Oh, no! No, of course not. Um, why would I know
anything?" He tried to busy himself with his packing so as not to look at
his friend. "You'd better get dressed, Gojyo, if you want breakfast before
we leave." He grabbed his map and stopped, wondering how he was to ask
Gojyo about brothels.
"Hakkai." Gojyo's voice turned suspicious, "You
do know something!"
Hakkai looked up and stared at Gojyo, the map clenched tight
in his hand. He allowed his eyes to drift down at the map then back again at
Gojyo, his indecision naked on his face. Hakkai really had no idea how to
inquire of Gojyo about brothels without telling him it was Sanzo wanting to
know. Did the monk think that he, Hakkai, should let Gojyo think the
information was for himself? Gojyo would believe that as much as he would
believe Sanzo was asking for Goku's sake. Besides, this little bit of gossip
was churning around inside him, just demanding to be told.
"Come on, Hakkai," Gojyo wheedled. "You can
tell me. I'm trustworthy." The hanyou's smile exuded pure persuasion.
"Ah ha ha ha," Hakkai laughed, knowing how untrue
Gojyo's statement was. A flash of exasperation towards Sanzo burst out from
him. Just how was he supposed to do what the monk demanded? His friendly smile
grew a touch hard and he offered the map he held to his friend, "Tell me,
Gojyo. Could you find a town or city on this map that would hold the best
brothel?"
"Wha
whaaaatt?" Gojyo's eyes grew large and he
stepped close to Hakkai. "What did you just say?"
Hakkai simply smiled, the grin just a tad malicious, as he
continued to hold out the map. Gojyo slowly reached out and took the folded
paper, "Why would you want to -. Hakkai! Do you mean to say that Sanzo
wants to go to a brothel?" Gojyo's cigarette bobbed up and down from its
place between the hanyou's lips as he spoke. "Is that what you're saying?"
"Now, I never said that. I simply asked a question.
However, you are not to say anything to Sanzo about this."
Gojyo stared a moment, then a huge grin slowly spread across
his face and he pulled the burning stick out from between his lips, "Ha! Ha!
That corrupt monk! That horny corrupt monk!" He turned away,
laughing, and strode around the room in his boxers. "I knew he didn't hold
that vow, either! Our dirty little monk isn't as untouched as he would have us
think! The hypocrite!"
At Gojyo's show of spiteful delight, Hakkai began to regret
letting his friend in on this bit of news. Dismayed, Hakkai could see that
Gojyo was working himself into quite the frenzy. "Ah, Gojyo."
"I've heard stories about life in those monasteries. I'll
just bet that every time we'd stopped at one, for all the bitching he'd done,
when he would go give his hated 'sermons'," Gojyo lifted his hands
to either side of his head and crooked his first two fingers in the
quote/unquote sign, "he was, in reality, off 'blessing'," he
crooked his fingers again, "some bald headed monk or acolyte. Oh, yeah."
"Gojyo." Hakkai was now also pacing around the
room, keeping in stride with the hanyou, growing more and more alarmed as he
watched Gojyo going off on his tangent.
"Oh, just wait until I see him. Just wait! Now that it's
all out in the open "
"Gojyo, no! Please! You can't say anything!"
Hakkai put himself right into Gojyo's path, forcing the tall man to stop. "Promise
me."
Gojyo stopped with Hakkai standing firm in his path. "What?
No! Are you nuts? Our corrupt priest -"
"No!" Hakkai rarely showed himself deadly
serious since he was uncomfortable over how most people reacted to the
expression, but he knew people almost always gave in to him when he did, so now
he let himself grow very serious. "Not a word. Besides, he specifically
stated he wanted someplace that catered to one's first time having sex."
This last statement gave Gojyo pause, even more so than
Hakkai's expression, "His first time?" A slow grin pulled at his
mouth, "Really?"
Hakkai sighed, "Yes, really."
"Well." A low chuckle rumbled from the redhead, "Well.
I don't know why he'd want to go to a brothel. I could find him some
experienced lady who knows how to teach cherries like him how to do the down
and dirty."
"No, no, Gojyo! If you offer to do that then he'll know
you know. He specifically said I wasn't to tell you, so you can't say anything!
Please!" Hakkai beseeched his friend.
"But
but
Hakkai! I have to say something! It's
Sanzo!"
"No! Definitely not, Gojyo! He'd make my life a
living hell!" Again, he allowed his face to be serious, "Then I'd
make your life a living hell."
Gojyo's smile slowly faded and a look of stricken denial
took its place. "But
but
"
Hakkai stood firm. Slowly, Gojyo's playful exotic eyes
closed and his head flew back, "It's so unfair!"
"If it makes you feel any better, he did say that I
could consult with you on locating the best brothel around. I just couldn't
tell you that I was asking for him."
Resigned, Gojyo opened out the map, "Fine. Let's take a
look." Hakkai stood next to his friend and together they perused the
marked paper, Gojyo mumbling, "So unfair."
***
"Goku."
Sanzo's voice purred seductively in his ear and he
clutched the priest closer. He ran his fingers down over denim-covered hips and
murmured endearments.
"Goku."
He rolled over to pin the blond under him and he pressed
himself into Sanzo's cushiony soft body. A low moan rumbled from him as he
buried his face into Sanzo's neck, seeking his smoky, spiced scent.
"Dammit, Saru! Wake the fuck up!" Thwack!
Sanzo's fan brought Goku rudely awake and he found himself
clutching his pillow in a most embarrassing way. Guiltily, he pushed off of the
pillow, ignoring the large wet drool mark marring his cotton pillowcase as he
looked up at the priest.
"Wha-. Sanzo? Is breakfast ready?" He sat up,
unaware of how his boxers tented out or how Sanzo, after a brief look down,
determinedly kept his eyes on Goku's face. "It looks like it's still dark
outside."
"It is still dark. We're leaving early. Get dressed and
get your stuff together." Sanzo grabbed his own pack and dropped it on his
bed, unzipping it.
Slowly, Goku stood up and looked to where he'd dropped his
own pack, on the floor at the foot of his bed. The direction of his eyes at a
slight downward angle also brought him aware of the state of his erection. He
quickly grabbed his pack and pulled out a pair pants, slipping them on and
closing them, hiding his arousal the best he could until it went away, before
turning back to the priest. He was glad Sanzo didn't notice how his boxers
showed his arousal. "Sanzo
"
Sanzo paused for a very brief second then made a show of
going through his shaving kit, "What is it?"
Goku swallowed, unsure of himself, "About last night
"
He waited for Sanzo to tell him to shut up or to interrupt him or something
but, other than another pause, the priest stayed quiet. He also kept his back
to him as he continued to pack. Goku swallowed again. "Um, I don't
ah
really see why I have to go to some
ah
place
to learn about
stuff."
Apparently Sanzo's shaving kit was in place as he finally
closed it up and placed it in his pack before replying. "It's for the
best."
When the priest didn't continue, Goku took a step toward
him, "But why? I'm not asking to learn about sex." Not yet,
anyway. "Just kissing. You've taught me almost everything I know so
far, why can't you teach me that? You don't have to sleep with me."
At the mention of sleeping with him, Sanzo's head swung
around to pin him with a stare and Goku took his step forward back. But all the
priest did was look at him, his violet eyes looking a bit cornered, before
turning back to his packing.
"I
ah
mean, I'm
well
Oh, come on, Sanzo, why
not? It's just a kiss!"
"Dammit, Goku! At what point had you forgotten I'm a
monk?" Sanzo finally turned to face him, waving his robed arms at him,
emphasizing off the long sleeves.
"So? That's never stopped you in the past!" Goku
knew how to be stubborn, too. And he also had a reputation of getting his way
with Sanzo. Given enough time, he was sure he could wear the priest down but he
wasn't sure arguing with him like this was the way.
A stunned look traveled over Sanzo's face and he crossed his
arms in front of him, his hands hidden within the sleeves. "What the hell's
that supposed to mean?"
Goku stopped, realizing that Sanzo hadn't known that Goku
knew about his 'interactions' with a few of the monks at some of the temples
they stopped at. Definitely not all of the temples, not even most of them, but
sometimes his guardian would go off with one of the other monks and when he
came back, he smelled like Gojyo smelled after sex. Sex with men. Goku knew
that Gojyo didn't always pick up women and he knew that Sanzo had sex. Not so
often as Gojyo, but sometimes.
Sanzo strode up to him, "You will explain that remark,
Goku."
"It's just that-" he cut himself off, at a loss
over what to say and how to say it. He swung his head around, searching for a
reply before finally deciding to just come out and say it. "I know what
you do when you sometimes go off with the monks. I'm not talking about giving
sermons or anything. I mean the sex stuff." He paused as he observed his
guardian's face frozen in a look of shocked horror.
Sanzo turned stiffly away without saying a word and
continued with his packing. Goku waited for a few minutes and, when Sanzo
continued to ignore him and pretend the conversation they'd been having hadn't
happened, he went to finish dressing and packing, balked. He'd just zipped up
his duffel, his armor laid out on the bed, when Sanzo finally spoke up.
"I don't like kissing."
"What?" Had he just heard right?
"You heard me. I don't like kissing."
Goku was floored. This possibility hadn't crossed his mind.
He turned, facing Sanzo, his mouth hanging open as he tried to think of
something, anything, to say in reply. Finally, he sputtered, "For real?
Not at all?"
"No. Not on the mouth." The blond was finished
with his own packing and stood by his bed, facing Goku.
"So, you mean I really will have to go to
someone like Gojyo or some whorehouse or something to learn?" As soon as
he voiced the thought, he immediately thought he would rather never learn about
kissing than be razzed by the kappa about it.
Sanzo was silent and not looking at Goku. He stood several
feet away, his arms crossed like a barrier holding Goku's affections at bay. Or
his own contained.
Goku stared at him, his eyes pleading, for several seconds
before he finally sighed heavily, dejected. He turned away from Sanzo and
reached to pick up one of his shoulder spikes, "Ok, fine. I get it. I'll
just go and, ah-"
Just as his hand gripped the armor, Sanzo suddenly moved and
grabbed his arm, swinging him back around.
"Sanzo?"
"You will not go kissing that pervert." The priest's
eyes, when they locked on Goku's, smoldered with a banked emotion Goku didn't
recognize and found a bit frightening. "I forbid it."
"But-"
"You heard me. I won't have you offering yourself to
that sick bastard." Sanzo had his face right up into his own, less than an
inch away. Goku could feel the warm puffs of air from his breath waft over his
cheek. Staring into the vibrant purple eyes boring into his own, Goku watched
Sanzo's pupils change, dilate slightly, and the priest's eyes dipped down to
look at his mouth before the blond pulled away and stepped back.
Suddenly, the priest refused to meet his eyes as he moved
away. Flabbergasted, Goku witnessed Sanzo at a loss for the first time Goku
could remember. He watched as Sanzo's eyes went from him to the man's pack to
the door and back to him. He couldn't read the strange expressions flying
across the priest's face or within his eyes but instinct told him to stay still
and wait.
Finally, Sanzo's eyes focused on his, a decision made, and
searching for something hidden within his golden orbs. "Just a kiss,"
the blond stated as he took a small step toward Goku. "It means nothing
and it will not become anything more than that. Just a kiss."
Goku's eyes widened as he realized that Sanzo meant to kiss him
now. Finding himself immediately faced with the act of kissing Sanzo,
his heart kicked into hyper drive and his mouth went dry. He backed up against
the dresser by his bed as Sanzo walked over to him and he suddenly found
himself unable to stay quiet any longer.
"I don't know what to do!" Shocked at how panicked
his voice sounded, Goku tried to steady himself, grabbing onto the ledge at the
top of the dresser. "How will we know what -"
Sanzo rolled his eyes in the way that said, 'Don't be
stupid.' "Baka, just because I don't like it, doesn't mean I've never done
it." Sanzo continued to draw closer to Goku, slow and predatory. When he
drew as close as he could without touching, his eyes once again locked with
Goku's own and a hand reached up and cupped his cheek.
"Are you afraid? You look frightened."
"No! I'm not frigh!" His words were cut off by
Sanzo's mouth closing over his own. His eyes were wide open as Sanzo's mouth,
his lips, slid over his own. His body froze; sudden shock leaving him paralyzed
as the priest played his mouth over his. His senses were filled with the scent,
the taste of Sanzo. His Sanzo.
His vision was suddenly filled with the colorful purple of
Sanzo's eyes as the priest pulled back to again search his own orbs for
whatever it was he was looking for. Goku hazily gazed back, his mind blank and
lacking the ability to function at all. He could only stare deep into his
guardian's eyes.
Sanzo's mouth closed over his own again and he felt the wet
trail of the priest's tongue swipe along the seam of his lips. His hands
reached up to clutch at the priest, afraid he would do something wrong. Another
probing swipe of the tongue and Goku was gripping the priest to hold himself
upright, his knees shaking badly. His eyes drifted closed.
"Goku." Sanzo's voice, rough and sharp, hardened
his body, "Open your mouth."
His mouth obediently parted and Sanzo's tongue slipped in,
tapping against his own before tentatively exploring his warm cavern, running
over his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Sanzo's tongue felt good. Oddly
exciting. Little, rippling thrills chased each other up and down his spine and
he could taste toothpaste and tobacco. He found the contrast in flavors unique.
Goku's knees finally gave out as a low purring moan vibrated
from the monk. Unaware of the answering moan he gave, his body slowly,
literally melted against his keeper's.
The priest's hands held Goku against him, holding him up and
pressing him back against the dresser. He explored the monkey's mouth, a slow,
sensuous exploration. The length of the priest's tongue caressed along Goku's,
encouraging him to respond in kind. Hesitantly at first, then with more
confidence, Goku joined in the play, thrilling to hear his guardian rumble
sounds of pleasure.
That sound, that hungry needy sound, drew him to take more
control, to push his own tongue into Sanzo's mouth, touching and stroking
against Sanzo's inside the priest's mouth. A soft defenseless sound from the
monk caused his body to buck up and his hands clutched tight into Sanzo's
robes, unconsciously wrinkling them in his grip.
Finally, Sanzo jerked his head up and away, allowing Goku to
breathe. His eyes were glued to his priest, unable to look away. He realized
his lips were tingling; trembling to a pressure suddenly gone and wishing it
back.
Sanzo's voice drifted breathily past his ears and he
realized he'd missed what was said. He blinked, bewildered, as Sanzo grabbed
his arms and walked him to stand at the window once again, facing outward. As
the monk moved away back to the table he heard Hakkai and Gojyo talking outside
their door moments before a knock sounded and the door opened. Goku reached up
and touched his lips, marveling at the prickling he could still feel there. He
licked at the taste of Sanzo that still lingered.
"We're all packed, Sanzo. The restaurant isn't yet open
for breakfast but they say they should be ready to serve in another twenty
minutes. Will we wait?" He heard Hakkai move into the room, followed by
Gojyo's longer stride.
Goku turned to watch Sanzo as he picked his pack up.
"I have no intention of staying that long. If the
kitchen isn't open, we'll eat on the road. Let's go."
Hearing Sanzo say that they were leaving before breakfast
broke Goku out of his trance, "But, Sanzo! We have to eat first! I
haven't eaten since last night! I'll starve! I'm starving right now!" The
sound of his stomach growling was easily heard in the small room.
"Urusai! This is wasting time. We're leaving now. Let's
go." The monk picked up his bag and headed for the door.
"But, Sanzo-!" Goku's call bounced off the back of
the priest as his robed body walked out the door.
The room was silent for a moment until, "He carried out
his own bag. Damn! He must really be worked up."
"Gojyo!" Hakkai spun around and glared at the
redhead who had the grace to look just a little sheepish. Goku ignored this as
his mind replayed the kiss. If that was how good something felt with Sanzo when
the monk didn't like doing it, how good would things Sanzo did enjoy
feel?
TBC