Title: A Taste of Heaven
Author: Rroselavy
Rating: NC-17
Pairings(s): Homura x Goku (Seiten Tasei)
Disclamer: I neither own nor profit from Saiyuki or
any of its characters.
Summary: I will own
your soul as well as your body, Son Goku.
"Homura, I thought you said you liked me, so
why are you doing this?" Goku whined as he tugged at the chains that had
him bound by wrists and ankles to the smooth, stone wall. He tested the give in
the shackles that afforded him a very limited range of motion; they held fast
to rings deeply embedded in the rock. Dejectedly, he turned baleful golden eyes
upon his captor.
"I told you, Son Goku, I need your power to
create my new world," the raven-haired demi-God purred, casting his
bi-colored gaze over the boy's lithe form. Goku was just as perfect as he
remembered him from Tenkai, all those centuries before. "It's nothing
personal, you see."
"C'mon Homura, you don't really mean that.
Just-just let me go, an' I won't tell anyone about this creepy place, ok? I
just want to go with-with my friends," the teen pleaded on in vain.
"I'm afraid it's too late for that, Son Goku. I offered you a place by my side and you refused," the sonorous voice continued as gold and green bored into amber searchingly. "You made your choice, and as such, you've forced my hand." In the distance Homura heard the sounds of battle; Shien and Zenon keeping the rest of the Sanzo-ikkou at bay so that he could begin the destruction of the fetid world that the heavens lorded over.
"Konzen is an idiot to have ignored the
treasure that lay before his eyes, ripe for the taking," Homura mused,
lost in his own thoughts. "If only I'd been the one to find you," he
continued. His hand touched the golden circlet that contained Son Goku and
Homura felt the alluring power of the other's aura thrum beneath his
fingerpads. "You don't know how I searched for you, Son Goku, but they
kept you hidden from me, only to allow him a second chance." The
demi-god's handsome face drew closer to the teen. "And he chose to fritter
that gift away by regaling you with insults and pummeling you with his fists. I
could have given you so much more than that," he whispered, hints of hurt
and self-righteousness tingeing his voice.
Any protest that Goku may have had died in his
throat as Homura's hand cupped his chin and then impossibly soft, supple lips
descended upon his. At first Goku's response was to clamp his mouth shut, but
as the raven-haired God's tongue teased along the seam in a playful manner, an
explosion of memories flooded into his captive's mind. Goku gasped at the
images that flashed through his memory and in that moment Homura breached his
defenses, his tongue thrusting assuredly into the intoxicating heat. The
demi-God savored the dizzying array of earthy flavors that were Son Goku's
unique essence. For a moment, Goku continued to resist, but soon Homura's
talented mouth began to slowly devour his, and the nearness of his powerful
aura branded the teen's very soul as more visions of Tenkai—of Nataku, Konzen,
Tenpou, Kenren, and Homura himself--washed over him.
By the time Homura broke
the kiss, Goku's eyes had lost their focus and his body had betrayed him,
twisting in his bindings with pleasure and desire, even though some small voice
in his brain still warned him that what was happening was so very wrong.
"Sanzo's not always
like that, ya know," Goku defended weakly, finally managing to piece together
a coherent refutation. Only, it even sounded lame to him; as much as he tried
to deny Homura's words, Goku could not ignore the dull ache that marked him
every time that he was shunned by his sun over some minor infraction. Hadn't it
been Sanzo's actions that had set the events, which had culminated with him,
here alone with the enemy, in motion?
Homura regarded the
confusion and doubt that flitted across Goku's face and smirked.
"But can he make you
feel like this, Son Goku?' An elegant hand palmed over the rigid bulge in the
teen's pants. Goku screwed his eyes shut and bit back a moan. Homura's fingers
retraced their path, this time the touch was feather-light. Goku arched his
back in response and thrust his hips forward in an attempt to regain some of
the earlier friction. Homura's smile turned into a predatory leer. "I can
make you feel so much better," he purred against the shell of the teen's
ear, before his lips once again hungrily sought out Goku's.
This time Goku's body
responded ardently, grinding wantonly against the god's taller frame. His mind,
though, was still swimming from Homura's words and his actions, and in his
distracted state, Goku barely registered the sensation of tapered fingers
curling underneath the gold circlet that adorned his head. As Homura's
intention dawned on Goku, he found new voice.
"You don't wanna do that, Homura!" Goku
warned hoarsely, trepidation evident in his tone.
Homura cast a beneficent smile as he loosened the
diadem. "To the contrary, Son Goku, it is exactly what I need to do. It is
a crime that you've been kept on this tight leash by those who are afraid of
your true nature." The limiter slipped off effortlessly and Homura stepped
back, a wry smile gracing his handsome face, to observe his handiwork. "I
will own your soul as well as your body, Son Goku," he murmured, watching
in rapt fascination as the other heretic changed before his eyes. He set the
diadem on a dusty table, out of Goku's reach.
The feral gold eyes that now raked over the
demi-God's frame in frank appraisal only served to further Homura's arousal.
Goku was a beauty in his own right, but in his true form, the powerful aura
that emanated from his body was a siren's song—intoxicating, addictive, and
impossible for Homura to resist. Confident that the enchanted bindings were
strong enough to hold the Seiten Taisei, Homura stepped closer, noting a
growing pressure pushing down on his chest from the invisible atmosphere that
enveloped them both. He felt his heart pounding against the wall of his chest
in response, and this time when he claimed the other's mouth, Homura held
nothing back and he was rewarded with an equally eager partner. The Seiten
Taisei's tongue lapped teasingly at his lips before darting into the recesses
of Homura's mouth, claiming, marking the demi-God as His. When Homura finally managed to escape the
ravaging kiss, he was breathless and achingly hard. He stepped back away, and
through lidded eyes he watched as the creature licked his lips with a
glistening tongue and then grinned lecherously at him, a guttural purr escaping
his throat.
It was all the signal Homura needed. Son Goku may
have been a reluctant partner, but the Seiten Tasei, prominent bulge tenting
his pants and hips rotating lasciviously, wanted Homura to fuck him, but good.
A half-smile curled the demi-God's face as he rent the tattered clothes from
the Great Sage's body. Homura sighed a ragged breath as his hands traversed
bronzed perfection and a moan fell from Goku's succulent lips. The raven-haired
God dipped his head and captured a dusky point and suckled on it, teeth
clamping harder and harder still as the brunet's low growl crescendoed into a
keen. His other hand pressed the length of Goku's tumescent shaft, smearing
precome over his fingers. The chain that spanned Homura's wrists slipped over
the length of his captive's erection, eliciting another moan. Homura looped the
hateful thing around the base of Goku's shaft and let the weight of the links
pull it snugly against the root. His hand slipped lower, gently rolling Goku's
balls between his fingers before gliding over the Great Sage's puckered
entrance. The steady keening evolved into a lustful scream and Goku shook
violently against his restraints. The sound jolted the demi-God to his core, he
pulled the abused flesh his teeth had been worrying into a peak that Goku
arched into. Releasing the nub, he turned his attention back to the brunet's
hot mouth. Homura fisted the longer, courser hair of Goku's true form and
crushed their mouths together, heedless of the razor sharp fangs that could cut
his lips to ribbons.
Homura's eyes fluttered shut and he loosened his
belt. Deft fingers undid the button and zipper and he groaned into Goku's mouth
as he rubbed their unfettered cocks together as once again he sought out and
teased the sensitive flesh surrounding the brunet's entrance before pressing
his index finger in to the knuckle. Homura deepened the kiss, absorbing the
low, satisfied groan that slipped from the Great Sage's lips as he
finger-fucked him. He added a second finger and increased the pace, their
bodies now writhing together in an erotic dance.
Homura's tongue skated over Goku's cheek and then
his mouth found purchase on the brunet's ear, teeth latching on to the shell
before his tongue thrust into it, mimicking the actions of his fingers. "Do
you see now what I can offer you, Son Goku? Can your cold sun ever complete you
like this?" he rasped. The Seiten Tasei dipped his head and his sharp
teeth bit into Homura's leather-clad shoulder. Homura purred into the creature's
ear. "Yes, I am yours as you are mine, brothers by circumstance, our
destiny bound together," he whispered. Judging that the Great Sage was
ready, and that it wouldn't be long before the rest of the Sanzo-ikkou, along
with Zenon and Shien would arrive, Homura removed his fingers, and slid his
hands under Goku's thighs, bending his shackled legs, until the creature of his
own accord wrapped them around Homura's waist, the chains that bound his ankles
brushing over the material that encased Homura's ass.
Goku was now completely open to him; taloned
fingers clutched at Homura's shoulders as the Great Sage arched his neck,
exposing his throat. Homura guided the well-moistened head of his cock to the
slender male's opening and then pushed in, snapping his hips to bury himself to
the root. The friction sent dizzying waves of lust washing over his body. For a
few moments both heretics were frozen in time, the only sound their labored
breathing echoing off of the stone walls of the room and the distant sound of
battle. Homura's blood surged through his veins, driven equally by the lust for
the fight that his trusted soldiers were involved in, and the battle for Son
Goku's heart and soul that he was currently engaged in.
"Konzen could never make you feel like this,
Son Goku," Homura rasped as he felt knees grip his haunches. The exquisite
heat of Goku's passage dissipated as he raised himself off the cock that
impaled him, only to immediately re-sheathe Homura. It was the War God's turn
to groan, and he rolled his hips, his arms sliding around the compact torso to
mould their bodies together. His teeth tore at the Great Sage's throat and the
two moved in unison, Homura buried to the root inside, Goku's strong muscles
clenching along his length, the caterwauling sounds that vibrated the brunet's
chest driving the God mad with lust. He pounded the smaller male mercilessly,
and Goku took it all, and, shifting his weight, gold eyes locked with his
captor's mismatched pair and he wordlessly demanded more.
Homura felt sharp talons scrape against his scalp
as Goku forced their lips together. The kiss was as fierce as the thrusts of
their conjoined bodies; Homura found it liberating that he need not hold back
for fear of hurting the younger male. Now Goku fisted raven locks and he yanked
Homura's head back, tipping his chin up. His tongue washed over the rough
stubble and then down the ivory column of Homura's throat, teeth scraping
against the demi-God's pulse point.
"Yessss," Homura hissed when he felt the
hot breath course over that sensitized skin and heard what could only be
described as a contented purr rumble from the Seiten Taisei's throat. A tendril
of fear curled along his spine as fangs sunk in, but they immediately withdrew,
and a soft tongue lapped at the wound. Homura repositioned his arm to support
Goku's bottom and then his free hand snaked between their bodies. He wound
another length of chain around the Great Sage's engorged erection and was
rewarded by Goku's hips pumping a frantic rhythm. A taloned hand reached down,
but Homura batted it away and began stroking Goku's length. Sweat bloomed over
the War God's body as the first wave of his orgasm broke and he slammed the
Great Sage against the wall with force, still driving into him, Homura now
pumping Goku's cock to match his thrusts as he emptied his seed into an
impossibly tight heat.
He thumbed over the slit on the brunet's
velvet-smooth crown and was rewarded with his come spattering between them,
coating Homura's hand, flecking his shirt with pearly seed. A guttural roar
pierced the air, drowning out the sounds of the nearing footsteps. Homura
pinned the Seiten Tasei to the wall with a hand to his throat and he watched
the consciousness slowly slip from the amber eyes that regarded him as he
continued to pump into the now-pliant body. He pulled out of the inert form and
let Goku slide to the floor.
Homura felt a disturbance in the air as Konzen's
aura grew near, it was white-hot and angry. Gunshots sounded outside the heavy,
paneled double door.
Homura grinned. "Jealous, Konzen?"
Leisurely, he straightened out his clothes and then
he replaced Goku's diadem. The demi-God stooped to kiss the sleeping teen on
his lips, a twinge of guilt fluttering through his body; he would not redress
Goku, despite the shame and guilt that would probably beset the other heretic
when he came to. Instead, Homura preferred to face Konzen, Tenpou and Kenren
with the evidence of what he had done with Goku plain for all to see.
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