Title: IT'S A SANZO THING.
Author: Vamp
Pairing(s): Sanzo x Hakkai, Sanzo x Goku, and Sanzo
x Gojyo.
Rating: R
Summary: Each one needs him and sees what they do
in a different lights. To Sanzo it's just another part of the burdens he has to
carry.
Warning: Pov's. M/m sex, oral, anal, hand job,
masturbation.
Notes: Don't blame me I just let the plot bunny
play in the cardboard box.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but will return them
once I have given them a cool wash and left them out to dry over night.
Beta:
IT'S A SANZO THING.
Hakkai.
Out of our tight-knit travelling band, Sanzo is the
hardest to understand if you only look at the surface ripples of his
personality. I am used to seeing past the most obvious and see the more subtle
ebbs of reality curling about him. On first glance most people see just the
robes then are blinded by their own need for salvation. They pester a not-often
seen treasure walking their streets. Get too close, and they will get their
first taste of the icy minefield of anger waiting to explode in their
faces. There is no mild manner about him, as our touchy leader dishes
out snide remarks that have many looking twice and covering their children's
ears. No Sanzo priest should be so human.
This is why he can understand how, even after so
long, I need to have redemption ripped out of my body. To feel the weight of my
sin in his pale body laying over mine, his pulsing cock thrusting in and out of
my own sweating body as my fingers curl about the pillow I bite to keep the
silence he preaches to me in. I can't say I love him, Kanan still holds me too tight,
but I also don't hate him for coming up with this arrangement.
But then he never stays after he is completely
drained into my always-aching body. For a while my soul feels washed of its
sin. Later he and I will sit talking quiet things, and how the other two make
his life difficult, and that a few shots would cure much of his woe. He is still too sane in a mad world to
follow through with the old threat of killing us all, so some how we all manage
to work it out in the end.
Goku.
He's my sun, the voice in the dark and when the
dreams haunt me too much. It is his touch I seek out the most on my body as a
distraction. In his own way he shows me the words hidden behind the hurt violet
eyes. I have golden puppy dog eyes; they get me most things when I use them.
Sanzo has wounded kitten eyes and it breaks my heart each of the few times I
have seen them.
Some would say it's wrong that we touch each other
so intimately, but the unspoken boundary is never crossed. For now I am content
to let him sooth my shaking body, to chase the shadows away with soft kisses on
my chest, his tongue laving me with affection, while his hand pumps my cock,
matching the strokes I am giving him in return. He is so silent, just the
barest gasp or cherished moan escapes him, unlike my own loud howls of delight
that bring concerned knocks at the door.
Gojyo.
Sanzo and I are like oil and water, so when I
manage to get him to kneel in front of me and willingly take out my cock for a
round of head, I'll never forget - until the next time life throws me a bone.
He has oral skills you earn only one way, and that knowledge we both keep
guarded, him with cold hard steel and me with the next lady that warms me for a
little while. Sanzo is not one you can predict well, but then I always have
been a fly by the seat of my pants kind of guy, and finding out the prissy monk
liked to give out was a kinky wet dream come true.
He takes me in alleyways, up against trees, even
across the front of the jeep sometime when the blond terror was feeling mighty
needy. And then I'm the one who gets to
pour his jizz down that slender throat. But I'm not to touch or speak, just be
there as his dirty mouth whispers to me -
when it's not wrapped about my hard member.
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