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April 18, 2004
..........
Well, this a strange thing for me to have written. It's hard to explain
why, though. I hope it isn't an utterly dumb idea to everyone but
me.... Read on if you dare.
PWP-ish. Some language at the end. And sex, obviously. Sort of. You'll
see what
I mean. 93.
Affinity
By Pervasive Threnody
It was not going to be a good day.
Goku may not have known much about anything, but that fact was
painfully clear.
It was not going to be a good day at all.
It had started well enough. A few days earlier, Sanzo had been summoned
to a
neighboring temple, and Goku had asked to go along. Begged, really.
Sanzo was
never one to give in easily. Neither of them were. He'd finally worn
the monk
down with as much whining as he could manage between hits of the harisen.
At least it'd worked, even if his head was still smarting days later.
They'd set out together, a content Goku riding beside Sanzo on
horseback. For
most of the trip there, all had gone well, though the monk was less
than
cheerful about the summons and made a rather poor conversationalist. Of
course,
he was never cheerful, so his sullen behavior was nothing new.
But some
things could be overlooked, and Goku was good at that. So they traveled.
Until the youkai ambush, that is. It had come out of nowhere, as
ambushes are
prone to do. It was also completely unexpected, considering the minus
wave had
been reversed years ago. But then, some people never could let go of
grudges,
and these youkai were apparently among them. They'd leapt from the
trees in a
swarm, descending upon the pair without wasting any time and overtaking
them
before either could react. It was clear that they had an actual plan
this time
instead of the usual tact of standing around and sneering.
Unfortunately.
Goku remembered nothing after the cloth was thrown across his face.
Upon waking,
his blurred senses told him that the binding was still wrapped around
his
mouth, rendering him unable to speak. Further inspection revealed he
was in
what appeared to be an old storehouse. It was small, bleak, and smelled
as if
it were used not for storing food but for something less than sanitary.
Ugh. Time to leave. Goku wrinkled his nose and tried to stand up. It
would have
worked, were it not for the chains binding his feet to the floor and
his hands
well away from his body.
Great. He tested them with as much strength as he could manage, but
they held
fast where the ends were bolted into the wall. Goku groaned and rolled
onto his
side, noting with even more annoyance that someone had decided to
remove half
his traveling clothing and tear rips in the rest of it. Those hadn’t
been
cheap, dammit. He rolled his eyes, irritated. In the process, they lit
on a
nonmoving, human-shaped lump on the far side of the room.
Sanzo.
Well, that was a relief. He was probably alive, just unconscious. If
they could
find a way to get free before anyone returned, everything ought to be
okay....
And then Sanzo's eyes opened, looking straight at him.
Goku returned the gaze, holding it fast, content to let his eyes
linger. When
they moved again, wandering southward, they discovered that Sanzo's
robes were
missing and his pants were torn to utter shreds. The leather top and
glo
rem
remained intact. Whether it was a blessing or not, he wasn’t sure, but
either
way it was a great view. Goku swallowed at the sight, to which Sanzo
rolled his
eyes, mumbled something into his gag, and shifted where he lay. The
movement
was accompanied by the clank of chains presumably identical to Goku's
own, and
a few muffled curses as a still-groggy Sanzo tried to fight his way
free. Goku
looked on, amused; as if Sanzo had heard him laugh audibly, his head
snapped up
and he glared daggers.
Smirking to himself, Goku allowed his eyes to travel down Sanzo's body.
His
gaze hovered on the outline of muscles beneath his form-fitting top, on
solid
arms embraced by sleek leather gloves, on a slim waist narrowing to the
curve
of long, elegant legs. They moved up again to drink in the curve of his
jaw,
the muted flare of high cheekbones accentuated by ivory skin smeared
just so
with dirt from the floor, and vibrant amaranthine eyes framed on all
sides by
brilliant golden hair. The sight made Goku’s breath catch, though he’d
seen it
all a thousand times over, and his eyes softened.
A strange noise from the object of his ogling pulled him from his
reverie. Not
to be outdone, Sanzo was having his turn; gleaming eyes took their
sweet time
raking over every inch of Goku's own body. When their gazes met again,
there
was no hiding the raw desire in them.
The simple action was incredibly stimulating, and it made Goku squirm.
As he
did so, manacles rubbed his wrists in protest, and he stopped, wary of
the
rawness they would cause.
But it was damn hard to stay still and ignore the flames smoldering in
his
belly.
They lay there, unmoving save for the rise and fall of lungs more
starved of
air than they should have been. Apparently satisfied with the virtual
undressing he'd given, Sanzo closed one eye in a slow wink. At this
gesture a
sudden urge to touch him assaulted Goku, and he whined, tugging against
his
restraints. Sanzo watched, still motionless, though there was an
attractive
flush of color staining his cheeks.
Frustrated, desperate to connect with him, Goku fought harder. It was
no good.
The chains still held firm, chafing his wrists, and he was still
ridiculously
aroused. Trapped inside a smelly hole in the wall, with the only person
he ever
wanted to relieve him of such a burden lying mere feet away,
unreachable.
Untouchable. A muffled cry escaped from Goku's mouth and he struggled a
final
time before going slack, half-sprawled on his stomach. His eyes drooped
as he
lay, panting, unfulfilled.
And then it dawned on him how simple the answer really was.
Mollified now, Goku
caught Sanzo's
eyes once more. He cocked his head to the side, searching the familiar,
beloved
face for a response. When Sanzo made no move to turn his own away, Goku
nodded
and shifted a bit to find a more comfortable position.
He paused a moment and tried to catch his breath. Waves of heat were
still
teasing his groin, and he now welcomed them, reveling in the sensation.
It
really was electrifying; nothing in the world could be like it. Almost
as
fascinating was how easy the feeling was to recall with nothing more
than
simple eyetacttact and a good, long look at the most attractive being
wandering
the face of the planet.
Gods, he exquexquisite. Even lying in an ungraceful heap on a dirt
floor.
Especially lying in an ungraceful heap on a dirt floor, his hair
rumpled and
those damn robes out of the way and that adorable blush of arousal on
his face.
If he would only move, just a little....perfect. As if reading his
thoughts,
Sanzo had shifted where he lay. The new position gave Goku a perfect
view of
his magnificent backside. Blood rushed southward in his body; he
welcomed it,
letting his head fall back as he stoked the fire with his own
imagination.
Did he know, even the slightest bit, what he could do with a simple
look?
Self-centered and cold as Sanzo acted at times, he was absolutely
magnetic. All
he had to do was be Sanzo, beautiful body and all, and Goku
would become
mush. Putty. A human-sized pile of dribble. And that was before
they got
started.
Speaking of which...
Inside his mind, Goku reached out, sensing Sanzo there as he had been
for so
long. Wishing desperately that it could be real, he shut his eyes and
concentrated on drawing him close for a slow, tempered kiss. Soft lips
against
soft lips; an adoring conversation of mouths. Mentally he released a
low moan
as the kisses grew more heated. He imagined trailing them over soft,
pale skin,
past the delicious curve where neck met jaw and fluttering pulse. Down
to the
slope of muscular shoulders tense with anticipation, across the smooth
expanse
of a perfectly defined torso marred with scars from endless skirmishes
and
attacks. He kissed every one of them, willing the pain they'd caused to
never
return.
With all the mental strength he had, Goku focused now on completing
what he had
started. He ground their hips together, moaning as the friction sent a
wave of
pleasure through his entire being. Wanting more, he flung himself to
his knees
and took Sanzo's length into his mouth, nearly biting down as his own
body
hardened with an immediate spike of electricity. He sucked on it in a
frenzy,
licking, teasing. Anything he could do to...
Suddenly a hand invaded Goku's mind, closing insistently around his own
member.
Goku returned from his mental state with a jolt as his body flooded
with
unbelievable tension, sending him nearly over the edge. He let loose a
cry;
eyes flying open in surprise as another voice matched the call. He
looked over
at Sanzo's body in time to see the man's head slam backward, hitting
the floor
with a dull thud.
He was?...
Through his lust-induced haze, Goku saw Sanzo's eyes open and look in
his
direction. If his mouth hadn't been covered, Goku was positive he would
have
been privy to the most smug look Sanzo could have given.
And then the world
stopped
turning.
In one synchronous moment, their backs arched. Goku cried out as he hit
his
peak, fighting to keep his eyes open as the timeless dance came to an
end, and
his body exploded in mind-numbing release. He heard Sanzo groan his
name
hoarsely in return, and they slumped to the ground as one.
Overwhelmed, out of strength, Goku could only breathe and feel. He
smiled
around the binding and watched Sanzo's face as it fell slack with
exhaustion.
Their eyes met for
the final
time, and another longing seized him that had nothing to do with sex.
He pushed
it aside, unable to fully reconcile it now, and allowed his eyes to
drift shut.
Silently promising they would do things properly when they were free
again,
Goku let himself be carried to a nebulous sleep of Sanzo-filled dreams.
And the day had started out so poorly, too.
*~*~*
"Hey! Get a load of this!" A youkai ran from the storehouse, a
shit-eating grin on his face, and summoned his cronies. "C'mere!"
"Holy shit, it reeks like someone fucked in here," one exclaimed,
whiffing the air as the group crowded into the small building. "What in
the hell happened?"
"What do you think?" Another youkai bared his fangs with glee and
pointed at the sleeping, sweat-dampened faces. "THEY happened."
"I'll be damned." The first youkai whistled. "Never thought you
could do something like that. Without jacking off, even!"
"Aw, hell, take their chains off. Let 'em go. They'll be no good to us
now
anyway," one spoke up.
Cackles all around; the bonds were released. With smirks at the pair,
the
youkai let them be.
'Think you could ever do something like that?" the foul-mouthed youkai
asked the leader as they abandoned the storeroom.
"Hell no." The leader smirked. "Ain't none of us got nothing
like that."
"I suppose not."
"Wouldn't hurt to try though."
"Ha! Now you'll have the whole village going at it." The vulgar
youkai cackled. "This should be fun."
"Almost as much fun as watchin' woulda been...."
"Oooh, another good idea!..."
And their voices faded away, leaving only silence behind as two very
contented
ex-captives continued to sleep.
Owari
*~*~*
Well, there you are.
I know it's wordy for a Goku POV, but humor me a bit. I had enough
trouble as it was. ^_^
A little bit of side story: I wrote this to challenge myself: two
characters,
hands and legs bound, no dialogue from either side. Make them climax.
Did it
work? I'm not yet sure. It almost would have been better as a
Gojyo/Hakkai
piece, seeing how pervy the kappa can be. But MY imagination says these
two are
just as bad. *leer* It would take a great deal of imagination and
sexual
tension to do something like this, I'd wager. But the right two people
ought to
be able to pull it off.
Thanks for reading!
^_^
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