TITLE: Bound
AUTHOR: Eyes of
Shinigami
PAIRING: 39
RATING:
NC-17
WARNINGS: Mansex,
light bondage, some fluff
SUMMARY: Written for
the valentine_smut community. Prompt was "ribbons." Requester, please
enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Saiyuki isn't
mine and no money is being made by this fanfic.
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Trudging up the stairs was almost a
conscious effort on Sanzo's part, and it seemed like there was a million of
them. The mission the Sanbutsushin had sent him on had been long and arduous;
he didn't understand why Goku was not allowed to go with him. But it didn't
matter. He was looking forward to the time off he had been promised and if they
decided to send him on anything else in the next couple of weeks, there would
be hell to pay.
Sanzo was greeted with the usual
blather from the monks as he entered, but he was in no mood to deal with them. With a few snarls and ugly words, he
found himself alone in walking to his rooms that he shared with Goku. He was
looking forward to seeing his lover again, since it had been nearly two weeks
since they'd been together. At the very least, he could indulge in a little
'cuddling' as it were, though he would never dare say that word out loud.
However, much to his dismay, Goku
was no where to be seen when he reached their bedroom. Instead, there was a
small brown basket waiting on the bed with a wide silk ribbon of bright blue
tied carefully around it. When Sanzo peered inside, he couldn't help the small
smile that quirked the edges of his mouth. A six pack of his favorite beer,
still cold, and a carton of Marlboros took up most of the space, and hidden
underneath he found a package of the candy that he liked. The monkey knew him
so well.
Attached to the end of the ribbon
was a small note, written in Goku's messy scrawl. Sanzo, had to run out on
an errand and wasn't sure when you'd be back. Enjoy this while you wait. The
card wasn't signed, but it didn't need to be. Sanzo plucked the small note off
the ribbon before unwinding it and stuffing it in the pocket of his jeans. The
fabric was longer than he expected, but he didn't dwell on it. He grabbed one
of the beers and the carton before shucking off his robes, taking a seat in the
window to wait for Goku to get back.
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Goku had run back to the temple as
fast as he could, not wanting to miss Sanzo's arrival. The monks had asked him
to make a run to town for a few odds and ends for the feast they had planned
for Sanzo's return. He thought it was a bit ridiculous they would make such big
deal out of it, but he kept that to himself. More food was fine with him. He
noticed the familiar blond figure perched in the window, and he grinned.
After dropping his package off in
the kitchen, he headed towards their shared room to greet Sanzo properly. When
he got there, he didn't hesitate a second before launching himself onto his
lover. "Welcome home," he said softly before he pressed their mouths
together. Familiar hands began to creep up underneath his t-shirt and he moaned
at the contact. Sanzo's fingers were cold from the beer he'd been drinking, but
his mouth was hot and smoky. It was an interesting sensation. "Did you
like the basket?"
"Maybe," was all Sanzo
said, even as his eyes flickered with emotion. It had taken years for Sanzo to
allow even that, and Goku was grateful. It was quiet moments like these, when
they were alone, that Sanzo dropped his guard just a bit. "What was so
damn important that you weren't here to greet me?"
The brunet rolled his eyes.
"The head monk needed something from town, and he knew I would be the
fastest one to get it. It's for the stupid feast they have planned for you that
I wasn't supposed to tell you about." He grinned, cheekily. He knew better
than anyone that Sanzo would have his head if he kept something like that from him.
"Oops. Guess the stupid monkey just forgot."
The corner of Sanzo's lip curved
upward in a smirk at that. "You can't keep a secret to save your life.
Now, what was the basket for?"
"Just because. I didn't want
you to think I wasn't happy to see you home," Goku replied simply. It made
Sanzo's heartbeat quicken. Only his lover would go through the trouble for
something like that. It was so sweet that Sanzo had to bop him on the head for
it.
"Ow! What was that for?!"
"Because I wanted to. Now, what
do you say you greet me properly?" Sanzo asked huskily, leaning in for
another kiss. His hands fisted tightly in Goku's t-shirt as he pulled the
brunet into his lap. Their tongues tangled together as their arms wound tightly
around one another in a way that had both men panting. When they broke apart,
Sanzo noticed the flush that had spread across Goku's face. "On the bed.
Now."
Goku was quick to comply, stripping
off his t-shirt before he lay back against the sheets. His chest was heaving
already and they'd barely just begun. Golden eyes studied Sanzo carefully as
the priest slithered out of his own shirt and crawled onto the bed. He could
tell the man was dead-tired, but he also knew that Sanzo was terribly stubborn.
"Sanzo?"
"Shut up. Now…hands above your
head." Despite the way he barked his words, Sanzo kissed Goku in a way the
brunet could only describe as sweet as he pulled the ribbon from his pocket. He
let the silk fabric trail along Goku's exposed chest, letting the end brush
along a nipple. It earned him a gasp, which made Sanzo's smirk widen.
Goosebumps were springing out all along Goku's heated skin and the blond could
feel the insistent press of his lover's half-hard erection against his own when
he molded his body against Goku's.
The ribbon trailed up Goku's arm and
the boy shuddered, but Sanzo wasn't finished. He brought the ribbon level with
Goku's face before he wrapped it around his eyes. It just wide enough to cover
them when he said, "Close your eyes." Sanzo tied it tight around the
boy's skull, then wound it around Goku's wrists. There wasn't enough slack to
tie him to the headboard, but there was enough to keep the wrists immobilized
for as long he wanted them to be. Sanzo admired his handiwork, and his cock
throbbed in appreciation at the sight.
Goku's reaction made it all the
sweeter, a soft moan escaping from kiss-flushed lips. "What…what are you
doing?" he asked, sounding breathless. His body was trembling and he
didn't even know why. It was strange, not seeing Sanzo, but there was something
decidedly erotic about it.
A short bark of laughter escaped
from Sanzo as he leaned closer to drag his tongue along Goku's jaw line. The
boy shuddered deliciously beneath him at the contact. "You're not that
much of an idiot. Just shut up and enjoy." His tongue moved lower to
explore the exposed column of Goku's throat as his hand wandered lower. Cool,
thin fingers slid down the length of the brunet's chest to tweak a nipple,
rolling the nub between his fingers until he felt it harden. He trailed hot
kisses down until his mouth joined his fingers to pull the nipple taut between
his teeth. Sanzo flicked his tongue across the bud and he was rewarded with the
arch of Goku's hips, accompanied by another breathless gasp.
Goku's hands strained against his
binds, but it just pulled the silk tighter around his head when he tugged too
hard. It was a sensory overload, knowing what Sanzo was doing and feeling it,
but not being able to see him doing it. His cock was throbbing against the
confines of his pants and he suddenly wished that Sanzo would hurry up.
However, Sanzo didn't seem to be in
a hurry to go anywhere. He continued to tease and tongue Goku's nipple, before
his hand skated down towards the boy's abdomen. He relished in the feeling of
the muscle jumping at his touch and he let his finger trail just so beneath the
waistband of Goku's jeans. It was heady, having this much power over Goku for
just a little while. Finally, he unbuttoned the pants and brought the zipper
down to reach inside. Goku's cock was hot and hard in his palm and he gave his
lover a few teasing strokes before he did it like he meant it. Goku inhaled
sharply and his hips bucked at the touch.
"Sanzo…" the boy moaned,
his head thrashing a bit. It was torturous but oh so good as Sanzo's strokes
began to deepen to draw more sounds out of him.
Sanzo didn't say anything for a
moment before he dipped the tip of his tongue into Goku's bellybutton. The
reaction was delicious; his lover moaned louder than before as his hips pumped
against his hand as though he was fucking the channel Sanzo had made with his
fist. It was enough to make Sanzo ache as his own cock twitched in appreciation
of the show. He wouldn't wait much longer, but he was enjoying watching Goku
writhe like that. "What, Goku?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of
desire.
The brunet swallowed heavily and it
took him a minute to respond; he was having trouble forming coherent sentences.
"Please…just…do it…fuck me…" he murmured between the groans that were
spilling from him. He couldn't help it.
Sanzo smiled into the skin of Goku's
stomach, deciding that maybe the brunet was right. He kept his grip on Goku's
shaft tight as he reached up towards their nightstand. He grunted when he had
to fish around for the lube, but he found it quick enough and he returned to
his previous position. Sanzo teased Goku for a few moments before he released
his hold to remove the jeans that were in the way. He took an extra moment to
remove his own, kicking them off and not caring where they fell.
Pouring a decent sized glop of the
gel into his hand, Sanzo rubbed it between his hands before he let one trail
down between Goku's legs to slip beneath his balls. He wrapped slick fingers
around Goku's cock as his first finger sunk into that tight heat, making Goku
arch again. Sanzo could hear his own name on Goku's lips, but that just spurred
him further. He alternated his thrusts, thrusting into his lover as he stroked
upwards. As Goku's muscles opened beneath his touch, Sanzo thrust his second
finger in to join its twin.
Goku was nothing more than a
writhing mass of nerves at this point, thrusting back against the invading
digits as he felt a third slip in with others. It was as if every touch was
intensified because he couldn't see it. It was an incredible sensation.
Satisfied that Goku was stretched
enough, Sanzo pulled his fingers out of Goku as he released Goku's cock. He
slicked his own with the lube that had been coating his hand, biting back a
moan at the feeling. He was more than ready to sink balls-deep into Goku's
waiting ass, and he did just that as he buried himself to the hilt in one
smooth thrust. The two of them gasped at the feeling of being so intimately
joined, and Sanzo let his lover adjust before he started thrusting again. At
first, the movements were slow, long, and deep, but need made Sanzo start to
move just a little bit faster
Goku grunted with each thrust as
Sanzo struck his prostate over and over. His hips were grinding against his
lover's own in an attempt to answer back. He caught his bottom lip between his
teeth until Sanzo's mouth was on his own in a hot, searing kiss.
Sanzo felt wiry legs wrap around his
waist to draw him deeper, tighter against Goku. He'd missed this, this
closeness that could only be attained when he was with his lover. He slid his
tongue into Goku's mouth, mimicking the actions of their bodies.
The boy groaned between the mesh of
tongue and lips, as slick heat spurted up between them. Sanzo could feel Goku's
cock throbbing in release against the flesh of his stomach and it became
imperative that he find his own. He thrust through clasping muscles and Goku's
moans of more, harder until his own orgasm blind-sided him. He came, gasping as
he emptied his seed deep inside his lover's body. When the shuddering abated,
Sanzo collapsed on top of Goku, utterly worn out.
As content as he was to feel Sanzo
so close to him, Goku began to wiggle impatiently after too much longer.
"Sanzo…you're heavy. And I can't feel my hands." When the wiggling became
to much, only then did Sanzo roll off his lover and untie his hands.
Once free, Goku immediately snuggled
against Sanzo with a wide grin on his face. Despite the tingly feeling in his
fingers and the blurriness in his vision, he felt pretty damn good. "That
was hot."
Sanzo cracked open an eye to glance
down at his lover, too sated to smack him properly. "Glad you
enjoyed." He thought about shoving the monkey out of bed for a shower, but
the heavy feeling in his limbs stopped him; he only had enough energy to pull
the covers up around them. They could always shower later, he reasoned as he
began to drift asleep. The loud snores from Goku weren't even enough to keep
him awake as he fell into the best sleep he'd had in weeks.
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The young monk swallowed heavily as
he crept on tip-toe to Master Sanzo's rooms. He was instructed to retrieve the
Master and his companion since the feast was about to begin, but he wondered if
the man was sending him off to his death. He'd heard horror stories about Master
Sanzo when he was disturbed and he wasn't too keen to feel the man's wrath. It
was legendary, after all. Only Goku seemed to be immune.
Still, he approached the foreboding
door and swallowed again before he knocked lightly on the wood. "Master
Sanzo?" He tested the door knob to find it unlocked, peering inside out of
morbid curiosity. It wasn't a secret the sort of relationship Master Sanzo and
his companion had, which made it strange the door would be unlocked.
"Master Sanzo? Your presence-"
He cut his words short when he
noticed the two sleeping figures on the bed. They looked so peaceful, and the
blue ribbon tangled between their joined hands did nothing to take away from
it.
Smiling, he closed the door behind
him and started back down the hall.
The feast could wait.
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