Pairing(s): 39, 58
Spoilers: None, post series
Disclaimer: As if I could own something so utterly captivating.
Summary: Sanzo learns that Goku's insatiable hunger extends beyond food.
"Sanzoooo! I'm hunnngry," Son Goku whined, his amber cat-eyes
slanting up at the priest. There was a time when his complaint of
hunger could only mean one thing, Genjyo Sanzo thought-that nothing
remotely edible was safe from the teen's gaping maw. But now, casting
his violet eyes toward the ceiling, the older man sighed audibly.
"So what the fuck do you want me to do about it, monkey?" the tall
blond gritted through clenched teeth, turning to face the other,
because he already knew the answer.
"Come back to bed." A hand lazily trailed across bronzed pecs, teased
dusky nipples, and Sanzo, the sole beneficiary and witness to the
deliberate display, found that his mouth had begun to water as his
Hadn't they just screwed like rabbits the evening before, he wondered
humorlessly.? Fuck, they'd been screwing like bunnies the entire
winter. He watched, mesmerized, as the teen's hand traced random
arabesques over the flawless, bronzed skin of his well-defined
Sanzo knew that he'd already lost this latest battle of wills as his
traitorous body moved toward the bed that he'd so recently occupied,
the fluttering low in his gut foreshadowing the decidedly impure
thoughts he harbored towards his young charge. He crawled back onto
the mattress, threaded his elegant hands through tousled chestnut
locks and ravished Goku's mouth, his tongue claiming each hollow and
ridge, flitting over the teen's passive muscle, coaxing it into an
ardent response. The monk rolled on top of the slender man and felt
Goku breathe out a soft moan into his mouth. The sigh caused his
shaft to pulse and become fully engorged. He tipped the teen's head
back and nipped down the corded throat, his nose getting a heady
whiff of Goku's intoxicating undertones. The more he fucked the boy
who writhed beneath him with such wanton abandon, Sanzo thought
hopelessly, the more he craved the body that he was offered so
willingly. It was an addiction the older man knew that he had to find
the strength to overcome, and he meditated on it daily, but at that
very moment all semblance of his self-control had abandoned him.
From the time that Sanzo had first met Goku, the boy had had that
affect on him to varying degrees, but since they'd started sharing a
bed, Sanzo had become a slave to Goku's ravenous appetite for sex.
Not that he'd been entirely unwilling to assume that role; the teen
had filled out to become an utterly gorgeous creature that oozed sex
from every pore. The childhood roundness of his features had been
honed into angular planes and sculpted muscle, and his adolescent
awkwardness had evolved into feline grace. To watch Goku at work was
a breathtaking experience, the assurance he exhibited in his strength
and his abilities imparted a confident demeanor as he set about the
handyman tasks that Sanzo would think up to keep the teen busy, and
to keep his hands off of the boy. To be chosen as the one to tutor
all that raw carnality, to teach Goku about sex, had been a gift from
the gods themselves. Too bad they'd been remiss in their guidance
when Sanzo had found himself addicted to all things Goku. But he knew
that theirs was an impossible relationship. He was more certain of
that than he'd been of anything in his life; he could not bear to
lose his heart again, and so he needed to let the teen go.
Sanzo pushed Goku's legs apart with his knees and lay down between
them, his teeth and tongue assaulting one peaked nipple before
turning to its twin. Goku's hands twined in the blond's silky hair
and tugged roughly as he arched into the sweet torment.
"Fuck me, pleeaase." It was an order rather than a request, the last
syllable drawn out in a plaintive groan as Goku leveraged and rolled
both their bodies over so that he now straddled the older man, his
ass grinding down on Sanzo's jeans-covered erection. The priest
crushed the boy to his chest and continued is assault on Goku's
pliant mouth; the teen had learned quickly that acting submissive to
his guardian stoked the blond's desires exponentially.
"Get off of me now, baka," Sanzo ordered roughly, noting the words
failed to have an adequate bite. When Goku complied, the blond
hurriedly divested himself of his dungarees, watching lecherously
through half-lidded eyes as the teen wriggled out of his sleep pants
to reveal his ruddy cock, already dripping with precum. Sanzo reached
out and touched the hot, velvety skin-the gasp that Goku breathed out
harshly was music to his ears-and wiped some of the milky fluid away,
only to bring his moistened fingers up to the monkey's lips. He
watched, fascinated, as Goku's tongue darted out, teasing at the
sensitive pads before he tenderly sucked the digits into his mouth.
Encased in that moist warmth served to remind Sanzo of the exquisite
tight heat that his cock longed to be buried in. He gazed at the
tableau, the look of hunger and need on the teen's face, almost too
much to bear. Sanzo kissed Goku again, his fingers and tongue probing
the depths of the younger man's mouth, before the blond pulled away
"Hands and knees," he grunted, barely allowing the other time to get
into position before the saliva-lubricated digits were forcing their
way into his passage. Sanzo marveled at the silken walls as he
stroked them, and, knowing all too well how quickly he could bring
Goku to completion, he encircled the base of the teen's length with
the thumb and forefinger of his other hand and squeezed tightly,
smirking at the stifled sob and arched back that his action elicited.
"Not until I say so," he warned, satisfied by the single, violent nod
of the brunet's head.
He worked quickly and efficiently at stretching the boy;
instinctively concerned with ensuring he did no damage to the tender
tissue of the teen's sphincter, even though Sanzo had decided this
would be their last time. When he realized the dual purpose of his
automated ministrations, the blond snorted to himself; that had been
his intention yesterday, and the day before, hell, the entire week
prior had been filled with intercourse that he'd annotated as 'last
times.' But this ~would~ be the very last time; today their old
friends and traveling companions, Cho Hakkai and Sha Gojyo, were
dropping by for a visit, and before they left, Sanzo would insist
that Goku go with them. A lonely, windswept mountaintop monastery was
no place for such a free spirit as the monkey; Sanzo could not bear
to see the fire snuffed out of the teen's eyes as he wasted away from
boredom. It did not matter to the monk that it was plain to see that
Goku had been content to while away the long winter evenings honing
his reading and math skills, Sanzo knew what was best for his charge.
When the date for the arrival had been decided upon, Sanzo had told
Goku that for the duration of the others' visit, he was to sleep in
his old room. What had happened between them was to stay that way;
the priest didn't need the half-blooded kappa's endless jibes. The
teen's acquiescence had unnerved Sanzo, but he'd mollified himself,
remembering that he'd set the terms of their 'relationship'-it had
been strictly 'educational'. He shut down the niggling voice in his
head that asked him that if that were the case, why did he feel
guilty for not enlightening Goku to his decision to exile the teen.
Sanzo lined up his dick with Goku's entrance and dug his fingernails
into the teen's hips, roughly pulling the boy's lithe body towards
him as he pushed himself balls-deep into his channel. He heard Goku
expel a hiss, of relief or pain, Sanzo couldn't be sure, but at that
point, he was beyond caring. His world sharpened in focus to the
delicious friction he felt around his shaft as he thrust it in and
out of the brunet's tight ass. When Goku dropped his head onto his
folded arms, the change in Sanzo's trajectory caused the teen to howl
inarticulate syllables woven between great pants of breath. Sanzo
maintained the punishing pace, delighting in the mewls and groans
that fell from Goku's lips, and the knowledge that the teen was
desperately trying to obey the command that he'd given earlier.
Long, elegant fingers teased the other's neglected erection, and
Sanzo was rewarded with copious amounts of precum that flowed from
the teen's slit. The smell of sex permeated his senses, and the blond
smeared the essence that he'd captured the length of Goku's curved
back before doubling over him and licking it off. By the time he was
finished, Sanzo had almost entirely pulled out of the boy, and Goku
lurched his body backwards, mindless that his action earned him the
blond's teeth scraping harshly along the defined ridge of a shoulder
blade. Sanzo tasted blood and his cock pulsed deep inside his lover.
One hand slipped around the teen's neck and he pressed Goku's face
into the mattress, while his other hand fisted along the boy's heated
"You little slut," the blond growled. "You like to be fucked like an
animal, don't you?" He pistoned his hips viciously, precariously
close to his own climax.
He heard Goku grunt incoherently, his compromised position forcing
him to accept the other man's statement as fact, though the blond
suspected that the teen wouldn't have denied it even if he'd been in
a better position to voice his opinion on the matter.
A sense of power surged through the monk as he bore down on the
supine body, and his orgasm broke over him in waves, his mind a swirl
with the heady thought that he'd been the one allowed to dominate the
gorgeous creature beneath him. As he shuddered in his completion, he
grabbed Goku's length, expertly palming along the shaft and rubbing
his thumb over the sensitive head. The boy was quivering with need,
and though he was spent, Sanzo's desire flared anew.
"Now," he whispered hoarsely, biting down on the tender flesh of
Goku's neck, under the hairline where the mark would be all but
invisible. His free hand snaked around Goku's torso, seeking out a
puckered bud to toy with. The teen's reaction was instantaneous, he
came violently, hot seed coating Sanzo's fist, spilling onto the
sheets twisted beneath them, before his knees gave out and he pitched
them both to the mattress.
Still seated deep within Goku, and though he was soft, Sanzo thrust
his hips against the teen's perfect ass a few more times. As he
finally pulled out, Sanzo heard Goku sigh contentedly.
"Greedy saru. You'd better earn your keep today," he said with a
smirk, sharply slapping one of the boy's buttocks.
Goku rolled over, and, in an uncharacteristically gentle action, he
stroked Sanzo's face with his hand, thumbing over the well-defined
cheekbone, his golden eyes unreadable.
"What?" Sanzo challenged. The teen only smiled at him, flashing
perfectly even white teeth, and the priest felt his heart clench in
the face of such stunning beauty.
"Nothing," Goku shrugged, continuing to moon at the blond.
"Baka saru." Sanzo chided toothlessly. He sat up in a fluid motion,
planting both feet on the floor, his back to the other. He reached
for his smokes, and as he struck the match, he felt the mattress
shift as Goku got out of bed. "When you've moved all your things back
to your room, change the bedding," he added, his teeth clenched
around a cigarette.
"'Kay. First I'm gonna plow out the courtyard and the driveway down
to the road." Sanzo turned, intently watching the other dress,
momentarily hypnotized by the grace in which Goku performed the
mundane task of putting on his clothes.
"You will shower."
"After." Goku shrugged into one of Sanzo's woolen turtlenecks that
had been discarded to the floor. The blond appreciated that it was a
little tight across the shoulders. He watched Goku pull on his heavy
winter boots and carefully tuck in the cuffs of his jeans before he
laced them up. He turned to the blond. "Can I have the keys to the
Sanzo shivered involuntarily. "Be careful, the clutch is stiff in
cold weather." An image of the ancient vehicle, crumpled against a
tree trunk, Goku's lifeless body visible through the cracked back
window, flashed in the priest's mind. He shook the disturbing thought
out of his head.
Goku rolled his eyes. "I know that."
"Knowing and acting appropriately on that knowledge are two different
things," Sanzo commented, assuming his role as guardian while
reaching for the ignition key. He tossed it in Goku's direction
without glancing at the teen; he didn't want the other to catch the
look of concern in his eyes and think that he actually cared. He
continued to smoke his cigarette, listening to Goku's heavy feet
tread away from him and then around the kitchen before the door
slammed and the building was silent. A short while later, as he was
getting dressed, Sanzo heard the recalcitrant complaint of the
pickup's motor. He padded to his office to look over some of the
officialism he'd been avoiding through the long winter, the toiling
engine a soundtrack to his tedious bureaucratic paperwork.
He soon found that he couldn't concentrate, and as much as he wanted
to blame it on the mechanical noise that pierced his solitude, Sanzo
knew it had more to do with the operator than the cantankerous
vehicle itself. All things Goku pervaded his thoughts. He wondered
when it was that Goku had gone from grudgingly accepting that snow
would fall despite how much he hated the white stuff to actually
loving it. Sanzo smiled, remembering the many snowball fights they'd
engaged in over the long winter. Goku had a wicked throwing arm, but
he had far more control, and most of their battles had ended with
Goku charging the blond, the two of them wrestling in the powdery
fluff until they were shivering from exposure, and then warming each
other back up. He removed his reading glasses and rubbed his temples,
regretting the memory. The teen was his eternal enigma, unsolvable
and unknowable; Sanzo knew that he could never be privy to the ideas
that swirled around in that monkey brain. And when exactly, had that
become so important to him, he admonished. Checking the time, he
decided to move Goku's things back to his old room, before that chore
was forgotten in the haste to have everything ready for their
There wasn't very much to clean up. Despite Sanzo's vocal complaints
otherwise Goku regularly picked up after himself. He occupied the
priest's bedroom as a guest, and at any given time, his clothes and
whatever he happened to be keeping himself occupied with were kept in
neat piles on the dresser. Sanzo carried the few articles to the
small guestroom down the hall from his bedroom and deposited them on
the narrow bed. He frowned as he glanced around the sparse
furnishings, noting how impersonal the room was. While Sanzo himself
was far from sentimental, Goku seemed singularly uninterested in
material objects; when he was gone, there would be nothing left to
remind the priest that the teen had once lived here.
Except for the memories. Sanzo felt a cold loneliness envelope him,
fooling himself that it was just the last tendrils of the brutal
winter refusing to give up their hold on the drafty monastery. The
screech of tires brought the blond out of his ruminations and as he
wrapped his head around the unfamiliar sound, it was followed by a
sickening thud. Instantly, Sanzo was filled with panic, and he
blindly raced toward the courtyard. He threw open the heavily carved
temple doors only to be greeted with the image from his premonition.
"Fuck!" he shouted, breaking out in a run, not caring that his
slippers were no match for the icy pavement. "Don't you take him from
me!" he screamed, his voice directed to the heavens as he skittered
and slipped across the courtyard to where Goku's lifeless body lay
slumped in the cab, his head thrown back at an impossible angle.
Sanzo realized suddenly that the voice in his head, Goku's voice, had
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