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Rude Awakenings

By Keistje<
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Summary: Desks
serve more purposes than writing on�

Disclaimer: Saiyuki
and its characters don�t belong to me. Things would be very different if
they did. <hehe>.

Rating: NC-17: Lemon, yaoi, mild language

Pairing: Goku/Sanzo

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Sanzo sighed as he lit his third cigarette of
the early morning. This temple may not have had much in the way of comforts,
but at least it had a window for him to sit in and watch the sun rise. Not that
he wanted to be up at this hour, but sleep was evading him. He glared in the
direction of his occupied bed. He was annoyed, had been since this whole thing
had started, and now he was being deprived of his sleep by his own betraying
body. And the reason for that was currently peacefully asleep, unaware of the
turmoil he was causing.

Sanzo was not surprised that things had ended up
like this. As soon as they had rolled into the small town with a temple
dominating the skyline, he had gotten a sinking feeling in the pit of his
stomach that he was not going to enjoy his time here. The people in the town
had all but carried them up to the temple gates, singing and crying,
�Sanzo-sama is here�, �Sanzo-sama will bless us�, and �Sanzo-sama will save
us�. Save them? From what? Sanzo snorted to himself. This town had suffered no
losses from youkai attacks, no major problems with death or disease; in fact,
it was the nicest and most well off town they had gone through in awhile. But
of course, when a holy man comes to town, all of a sudden everyone has a
problem they need him to take care of.

The leaders of the temple were quite glad to
have a monk of his standing staying there, and gladly agreed to put him and his
companions up for the night. When the abbot had mentioned four rooms, Sanzo had
seen Goku glance at him out of the corner of his eye, but he had ignored it and
agreed. They had been camping out for days, and he knew the young man had been
hoping for some time together tonight, but he would be damned if he was going
to make their relationship obvious to this sop.

Pretty much as he had expected, it was not long
before the monks had separated him from his companions, to Goku�s loud and
irritated protests. Sanzo sympathized; he had not liked it either, but he had
silenced the young man with a glare. Goku had finally gone with Hakkai and
Gojyo as directed, his squared shoulders and flashing etelltelling anyone
watching him how unhappy he was with the whole situation. Despite his
annoyance, Sanzo had been amused by the young man�s protectiveness. These rare
glimpses of maturity aroused his interest. Just a short time ago Goku would
have been led away like a whipped puppy; now he was acting like a man. Sanzo
had found himself looking forward to having a private room tonight. It had been
too long since they had been alone.

Three hours later, when Sanzo stumbled to his
room, a hand squeezing his forehead to alleviate the pressure attempting to pop
his eyes out of his head, all he wanted was a cigarette and a beer. Or two. Or
six. Anything to help him forget that the past three hours had happened. He had
never liked to preach, but this had gone beyond even his worst expectations. He
had never been so fawned over by such a group of pompous idiots as the leaders
of this temple. As soon as the door slammed behind him, he yanked his robe over
his head, tossing the garment into a corner. His worshipping admirers had not
been able to stop touching him, and his skin crawled at the memory. He stalked
into the bathroom in the corner of the room, shedding his clothes as he went.
All that adoration had made him feel dirty, and he could not wait to cleanse
himself.

The water was warm instead of hot, but at least
it was running water, and at the moment Sanzo was not being picky. He grabbed a thick cake of soap and a clean
washcloth as he stepped into the shower. Just the water running down his body
was enough to make him feel a little better, though it did not help his
headache. The soap created a rich lather, and the bathroom filled with a scent
that Sanzo knew he should be able to identify.

It was not until he was drying himself and
caught a whiff of the smell coming off his skin that he realized why it seemed
so familiar. There was an earthy component to it that reminded hi Gok Goku,
especially when the young man was just out of the shower. Sanzo closed his eyes
and breathed in deeply. Ghostly fingers of memory caressed him, and he
shivered. Yearning for the giver of those remembered touches coursed through
him briefly, and he wondered where Goku was.

Sanzo brushed the towel over his hair, paying it
little notice. Now that he was clean there were addictions to attend to and
hunger to appease. He tossed the towel over the top of the shower stall and
strolled into the bedroom naked. The room was age oge one, befitting his
status, with a comfy bed taking up one corner, a table for dining in the other,
and a study connected to the bedroom by an open doorway. He peeked into the
study on his way to the table for his cigarettes and bag. A hefty desk
dominated the room, the top neatly organized and stocked with whatever a guest
might need for correspondence or business. A small bookshelf stood to the left
of it, a few books littering the shelves between odd shapes that Sanzo would
guess someone had thought were art. A huge picture window was across the room
from the door, a wide ledge perfect for sitting underneath it. The cushioned
seat seemed to call his name, and Sanzo found no reason not nswenswer the call.

He pulled a pair of loose drawstring pants from
his bag and slid them on before grabbing his cigarettes and lighter and heading
to the window seat. He held in the first lungful of smoke for as long as he
could, breathing out slowly as he felt some of the tension slide from him. Theukaiukai with hammers in his head eased off a little bit, and Sanzo released a
sigh of relief. He was just settling in comfortably when a knock sounded on the
door. Sanzo scowled at the offending noise, but decided that ignoring it
probably would only encourage the intruder to continue bothering him.

Slamming the door open, he glared at the person
on the other side. The young woman standing there started at the sound of the
door hitting the wall, then stared at him with wide eyes. Sanzo softened his
glare a little, but grew more irritated as her eyes traveled down his shirtless
body and back to his face. There was only one person whom he allowed to look at
him like that.

�Yes? What do you want?� he ground out.

�Oh! Uh, sorry, Sanzo-sama. I-I just came to
bring you your dinner.� The young woman blushed and lowered her head as she
held out the tray.

He took it from her and shut the door in her
face. The food smelled good, and he carried it back into the study to eat. He
mourned the fact that there was no beer, but what could he expect from a
temple? As he uncovered the tray, the lack of meat reminded Sanzo why he did
not normally eat in temples. It made him think of his companions, Goku in
particular, who must have been complaining at the vegetable and rice fare.

Sanzo paused as the thought sunk in. Really,
where was Goku? He had almost expected the young man to be here when he
returned, and found his continued absence disturbing. He stomped on the
feelings of disappointment. Sure, he enjoyed Goku�s company, but he did not
need him around all the time. Glancing out the window, Sanzo judged the time by
the last violet and orange rays that were disappearing over the horizon. It was
getting late. Irritation displaced disappointment. Here he was, wasting his
time and energy with the morons leading the temple so they would have a nice
place to stay, and Goku, Gojyo, and Hakkai could not even stop by to see him.
Not that he wanted to be bothered, it was just� well, it would be nice for his
efforts to be appreciated.

Sanzo finished eating and lit another cigarette.
The sky was totally dark now, and there was still no sign of his friends� or
his lover. Two cigarettes later, he decided that even if Goku came in naked and
begging, he was getting kicked out the door. This kind of unreliability could
not be tolerated. Not after the evening he had been forced to endure. His
headache was kicking back in again, even worse this time, and he massaged his
temples in an attempt to ease it. The motion did no good, and he finally gave
up. Sanzo stubbed out his cigarette angrily and went into the bedroom, ready to
attempt sleep.

He had just begun to get comfortable when
running footsteps sounded in the hallway. He prayed that they would pass his
door, but no such luck. The slamming of the door against the wall made Sanzo
wince and reach for his temples, the light from the open door blinding him in
the darkened room. Goku stood in the doorway, the brightness behind him turning
him into a darkened silhouette. �Sanzo?� The query was extended quietly, the
complete opposite of his previous actions.

�Idiot! Get in or get out, I don�t care, just
close the fucking door!� Sanzo was all but yelling.

Goku hesitated at the fury in his tone, but
quickly came in and quietly shut the door behind him. He stumbled towards the table fli flipped on the lamp, setting his bag and a grocery bag down. The light
drove daggers into Sanzo�s brain, and he closed his eyes, biting back a moan of
pain. This was definitely the worst headache he had had in a long time.

A weight pressed down onto the bed next to him,
and a cool hand was laid on his forehead. �Sanzo? Are you okay?�

The chilly weight on his skin felt so good that
Sanzo immediately forgave the young man his tardiness. Keeping his eyes closed,
he replied, �Fucking headache is killing me.�

�Oh.� Sanzo almost whimpered when the hand was
removed, but it was back a second later with a twin, both of them pressed
against his temples. The light shining through his eyelids took on a green
tint, and as the pain eased he realized that Goku was healing him. As the last
of the pain disappeared, Sanzo opened his eyes to see gold hovering in front of
his face. �Better?�

He was, infinitely so, but now that he felt
better his irritation came flooding back. �Ch�,� Sanzo replied, pushing the
young man off of him and getting out of bed. He floundered for a second, not
remembering where he had left his cigarettes, and Goku noticed.

�On the windowsill.�

Sanzo turned to stare at him, then strode into
the study. His cigarettes were sitting on the windowsill just as Goku had said.
He grabbed the pack and lit one as he re-entered the bedroom and took a seat at
the table. He quirked an eyebrow at the youkai questioningly. �And how exactly
did you know that?�

Goku shrugged. �Saw you sitting in the window
when we were coming home, so I just assumed that�s where you left them.�

�And what were you doing outside? Does it have
anything to do with you bothering me so late?� Sanzo�s voice was laced with
irritation.

Goku winced slightly at his tone, but answered
calmly enough. �Gojyo, Hakkai, and I were invited to dinner at the local inn,
and we just got back.�

�Yeah.� Goku drew the word out, frowning
slightly. �I brought you something.� He opened the grocery bag and drew out a
six-pack of beer.

Sanzo frowne the the young man as he grabbed a
beer and popped it open. �What the hell are you trying tttertter me up for?�

Goku looked hurt. �I�m not! I can�t do something
nice for you wit wan wanting something in return?�

�Ch�.
No.�

The young man walked over to the bed and sat
down on the edge. �You�re in a bad mood tonight.�

His statement only irritated Sanzo further.
�Then get out. Who told you to come bother me anyway?� He kept to himself the
fact that he had wished for just that.

Nervously fiddling with his pants, Goku looked
down at his hands. �I just� wanted to spend some time with you.�

It was a sweet thing to say, but Sanzo was
having none of it. �What makes you think I want to spend time with you?�

Goku�s head shot up, a hurt expression crossing
his face. �Okay� Then I guess I�ll leave you alone.�

Sanzo watched as the young man trudged towards
the door. A twinge of guilt hit him, and he spoke before realizing it. �Goku.�

He did not turn around. �Yeah?�

�You can� stay here tonight.�

At this the young man did turn around. �You
sure?� he asked hesitantly.

�Didn�t I just say so?� Sanzo snapped.

Goku winc�Sor�Sorry.� The younger man made no
more apts pts at conversation as he readied himself for bed. The shoulder armor
and cape were laid carefully on the edge of the table, and his traveling
clothing exchanged for the t-shirt and shorts he normally slept in. As he
stepped into the bathroom, he shot a glance towards the table, but Sanzo
ignored him, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the window.

When the young man came out, face freshly
washed, he walked up behind the monk and put his arms around his neck, kissing
him lightly on the cheek. Sanzo shrugged out of the embrace. �Get off. Go to
bed.� Goku�s protests died on his lips at the glare Sanzo shot him. He meekly
went to the bed and lay down, his only protest to the unkind treatmin hin his
position facing the wall, back to the monk.

Sanzo sighed. He knew he was being unfair to
Goku, but he was in no mood to deal with him. Why Sanzo had told the young man
he could stay was beyond him. Stubbing out one final cigarette, Sanzo crossed
to the bed and lay on his back, inexplicably bothered by the hurt that radiated
from the young man even as he snored. Guilt washed over him and he pulled Goku
to him, fitting the younger man�s back to his chest. Goku snuggled against him
and Sanzo closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.

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Sanzo�s eyes shot open, his body violently
ripped from slumber. The quick awakening disoriented him, and he lay blinking
in the dim light, wondering what had awoken him. Then he felt it, a rough brush
against his groin. Heat flamed up, rippling through him. The touch came again,
and he shuddered against it. Now he knew what had awakened him. Sanzo�s eyes
sought out Goku�s shape in the light from the window. During their sleep, the
young man had turned in his embrace to face him, one arm pillowing his head,
the other� As Sanzo watched, Goku�s hand caressed him again. He gasped quietly
and peered closely at the young man. To his surprise, Goku seemed to be asleep,
despite his actions. Sanzo glared at him. Not only was Goku waking him up like
this, but he did not even have the decency to be awake to finish what he had
started.

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Another caress, longer this time, and Sanzo�s
body responded ardently to it. Cursing softly, he stared at Goku. The young
man�s lips parted slightly, and a word escaped with his exhaled breath.
�Sanzo�� The monk�s body temperature skyrocketed. It took all his willpower not
to molest the young man. He might have, had Goku not chosen that moment to
remove his hand and turn over, snoring softly.

Sanzo sighed. As tempting as it was to wake Goku
up with a rough kiss, he did not want to rob him of sleep just to satisfy his
carnal desires. He had no desire to deal with a tired � and therefore extra
whiney � Goku during their travels the next day. He slipped out of bed quietly,
careful to not disturb Goku more than necessary. His partner did not even stir.
Grabbing his cigarettes and the beer off the table, he went into the study and
seated himself on the windowsill. The first puff cooled his heated skin, and he
felt himself calm. Opening a beer, he drank it quickly, then opened another.
This one he actually tasted, and by the time it was finished he began to feel
the soothing numbness of the first. He laid his head back and closed his eyes.
Damn Goku for being so desirable, and damn him for acting out his desires even
in sleep.

Sanzo had settled into a peaceful daze when he
felt movement beside him a second before lips brushed against his neck. The
subsiding passion flared back into existence, and Sanzo choked on a shuddering
breath. A firm hand grasped his chin and tilted his head to the side, giving
his attacker better access to the sensitive skin under his jaw. The lips
caressed him gently, sending tingles down his spine. Heat blossomed in his
stomach and spread through his body. A second hand traced patterns down his
chest, leavingmes mes in its wake, trailing down to tug teasingly at the
waistband of his pants.

The action tore Sanzo from his pleasure-induced
stupor. He jerked away and glared at Goku. �What do you think you�re doing?�

The young man gave him a sultry smile, but did
not answer his question. �What are you doing up?� He lightly drew his
fingertips down the monk�s arm.

Sanzo smacked his hand away. �None of your
business. Go back to bed.�

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�No.� Goku leaned forward and placed butterfly
kisses down his shoulder. �I can think of much better things to do than sleep.�

Sanzo swallowed hard. It had been a while
since they had been alone, and it was not like he would get back to sleep
anytime soon. Still� it would not do for Goku to think him so easily
manipulated. �You might not be tired, but I am.�

Goku frowned slightly, than smirked. �Your body
says differently.� So saying, he laid a hand directly on Sanzo�s crotch.

Sanzo sucked air. That was it; he had tried to
be nice, but Goku had to be difficult. He swung his legs off of the window seat
and stood up abruptly, making Goku stumble backwards to avoid being stepped on.
Sanzo put out a hand to steady the young man, but changed his mind mid-action
and pushed Goku against the wall. He followed the startled young man�s
backwards motion and pressed close, a hand on the wall on either side of Goku�s
head. Leaning in until their lips were only millimeters apart, Sanzo spoke
quietly. �Do you know how I woke up today?�

Goku looked confused. �No?�

�Like this.� Sanzo reached down and rubbed his
palm across Goku�s groin.

The youkai jerked in surprise, eyes widening.
�What?�

The monk repeated the motion, feeling the effect
he was having on Goku�s body. �I woke up with your hands on me.�

�R-really?� The brunette managed to squeak out.

�Yeah. And you know what else?� The same action,
a little harder this time, and Goku braced his hands on the wall behind him for
support.

�W-w�� He broke off to moan quietly.
�W-what?�

Sanzo slipped his hand inside Goku�s shorts.
�You,� he emphasized the word with a slight squeeze that caused Goku�s eyes to
roll up into his head, �were asleep.�

It took Goku a moment to be able to respond.
Breathing heavily, he licked his lips. �Sorry.�

�No,� Sanzo murmured, �I don�t think you are.�
Drawing slow circles with his pale bre brought their mouths together. �But you
will be.�

Goku�s lips were already parted as Sanzo began
his assault, and the monk took the open invitation. Slipping his tongue i the the young man�s mouth, he traced lazy patterns on his tongue, copying the
motions he was making with his hand. Goku responded eagerly, tangling their
tongues together as he pressed into Sanzo�s hand. His arousal was pronounced,
evidence of how long it had been since they had had time together. Sanzo was in
no better state, glad that he was wearing loose pannstenstead of his normal
tight jeans.

He pulled away from their kiss to catch his
breath, but did not return to the sweetness of Goku�s lips right away. Keeping
up his hand motions, he drew a wet trail across the underside of the younger
man�s jaw. Goku tilted his head to the side to afford him better access, though
Sanzo doubted the move was done consciously. He nipped lightly at the pulse
point beating there, and the skin under his lips throbbed as Goku moaned. It
was an arousing sound, and Sanzo felt himself react to it. His heartbeat sped
up, and he warcedrced to shift slightly to relieve the ache that being
contained was inflicting on him.

Goku dipped his head and pulled his hands off
the wall to grasp Sanzo�s neck, pulling him back into a searing kiss. They were
both breathing heavily now, radiating the heat of desire. As their tongues
danced, Sanzo switched his motion, grasping Goku firmly and stroking slowly.
Goku groaned into his mouth. Sanzo was so focused on the young man squirming
under his touch that he jerked in surprise as a hand caressed his groin.

Goku drew back and smirked at him. �Problems?�

�No,� Sanzo growled at himoughough in truth he
was having trouble keeping his silence with the sensations radiating through him.
He always forgot how much he missed this, this effect they had on each other,
when they did not have the time for privacy very often. Only Goku had the
ability to draw these feelings out of him.

Without warning, Goku dropped to his knees in
front of him. Sanzo stared down at him, unsure of his intentions until the
young man yanked his pants down. Rough hands drew up his thighs, sliding around
to grasp his ass. Goku pulled him in until Sanzo stepped forward, leaving his
pants behind. He would have been cold in the chilly room, had the fire in him
not heated his blood to the boiling point.

It was� arousing�. to watch Goku as he leaned
forward and brushed his lips against Sanzo. The monk swallowed back a moan as
he was taken in, inch by agonizing inch, Goku teasing him to the best of hisnsidnsiderable ability. He was unable to suppress his cries a moment later when
Goku brought a hand back around to caress his base. Sanzo rocked back on his
heels, keeping his feet only because of the grip the young man had on him. He
buried a hand in the soft brown hair to steady himself, leaning forward a bit
to rest the other hand on the wall.

Goku continued his torture as the monk leaned
further forward and placed his forehead against the wall. Sanzo struggled to
keep his wits about him, not to thrust into the young man�s mouth, but it was
becoming difficult. He closed his eyes against the rush of pleasure from Goku�s
actions. He was not sure how much more he could take, and this was not how he
wanted things to end. He stepped backwards with weak knees, pulling himself
from the warm wetness of the young man�s mouth.

Goku looked up at him questioningly, and Sanzo
extended a hand to pull him up. Goku took it, and Sanzo brought him to his
feet, pulling him in close for a passionate kiss. Goku drew back just enough to
pull his own t-shirt off, Sanzo�s hands helping and hindering at the same time
as he caressed the young man�s chest, drawing slow circles around his nipples.
Every touch brought a quickening of breath, and Goku faltered in his actions
more than once. Finally getting the shirt over his head, he tossed it to the
side and glared at the monk. �You are making things difficult.�

Sanzo smirked. �That�s funny. I thought I was
making them hard.�

Goku stared at him for a second, then narrowed
his eyes. Taking a step forward, he slid his hands down the monk�s pale che tra tracing every line of muscle and every scar with his fingertips as he left love
bites along Sanzo�s collarbones. Sanzo�s head sank back, blond hair sweeping
against his shoulders, and the combination of sensations made him shiver. Goku
wrapped both arms around the monk�s waist, holding him in position as the young
man assaulted the sensitive spots on his chest. Sanzo brought a hand to either
side of Goku�s face and brought the young man�s lips back up to his.

He was gentle with his kisses at first, despite
his raging desire, but Goku was not holding back. He responded fiercely,
nipping at Sanzo�s lower lip. When their tongues intened,ned, Goku teased and
stroked until he lured Sanzo between his lips, then clamped down, sucking
gently on his tongue. Sanzo�s mind reeled, the action recalling their position
just a few moments ago. He would not have thought it was possible to be more
aroused by his spirited lover, but he was. Something inside him shifted, and he
could no longer wait. He wanted Goku now.

Sanzo took a step back, Goku�s hold on him
forcing the young man to follow or be separated. Refusing to relinquish their
closeness, Goku followed. Sanzo was aiming for the door to the bedroom as they
stumbled their way backwards, exchanging impassioned kisses, but after just a
few steps he knew they would never make it that far. He changed directions
slightly, aiming instead for the desk in the center of the study. A clo closer
target, it was not long before his extended hand touched the edge of the wood.

Turning in Goku�s e hoe hold, Sanzo swept an arm
over the left hand side of the desk, sending papers and books to the floor.
Goku laughed from behind him as he pressed into the monk�s back. �They�re gonna
wonder what storm swept through here.�

�Idiot,� Sanzo shot back. �You�re going to clean
this up later.�

�Wha��

Sanzo cut off his indignant reply as he picked
up a bottle he had almost sent flying. �This is an odd thing to stock a desk
with.� He glanced over his shoulder at the young man behind him, quirking a
golden brow.

A blush crept into Goku�s cheeks. �I-I put it
there, when I came in. Thought it might be� well, I hoped�� he trailed off,
embarrassment tinting his golden skin red.

Sanzo looked down at the bottle of lotion in his
hand. He had to admit, it made things much easier. One more swipe of his arm
and the desk was clean. Turning around, he sat on its edge. �Not going to do
much with those on.� He eyed the shorts Goku still wore, the only item of
clothing left between them. They were gone so fast he realized he must have
blinked.

Goku advanced on him, and Sanzo slid back on the
desk. The young man placed a hand on his chest and shoved him down onto the
wood, latching onto his lips for a fierce kiss. Hands caressed his thighs,
sliding up his hips, gripping the prominent bones there. Slowly Sanzo was drawn
towards the edge again, and he pulled his legs up, resting his heels on the
desk. Goku pulled back and picked up the bottle, opening it with a snap. He
looked Sanzo in the eyes, asking permission even at this late moment, and Sanzo
gave it to him. The blonde laid his head back on the desk and closed his eyes,epareparing himself for what was to come.

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He heard the top of the lotion bottle snap shut
and took a deep breath, pressing the backs of his hands into his eyes. No
matter how many times they did this, it always took him a few moments to
adjust. He involuntarily tensed, but instead of a cold finger pressing into
him, Sanzo felt soft lips on his chest. He relaxed as Goku laid light kisses
down his breastbone, nipping gently every few inches, stopping to swirl a wet
tongue around his nipples. The young man�s hair tickled him, and his warm breath
washed over the monk�s skin. When the intrusion finally did occur, he barely
felt it for what it was. Every nerve was tuned to nothing but pleasure, from
the rough warmth of the wood beneath him to the shivers that overwhelmed him as
Goku licked his skin, blowing lightly on the wet trail left behind.

The second finger slid in as painlessly as the
first, and Sanzo was suffused with a warmth that tickled every inch of his
body. Goku brought his other hand into play, running it down the monk�s leg to
grasp at his hip as he continued laying kisses on his stomach. The feelings
that coursed through Sanzo at the young man�s touch on his hypersensitive skin
took his breath away and he gasped loudly. Goku�s head shot up at the sound, a
questioning look on his face, but Sanzo did not have breath to answer him,
paralyzed by the pure sensation the stretching fingers sparked in him. Taking a
deep breath, he could only whisper, �More.�

Goku grinned. A third finger joined the other
two, and Sanzo was beyond caring about the small stab of pain that accompanied
the entry. There was too much pleasure sweeping over his body to be distracted
by anything else. His back arched up off the desk as the fingers probed the
spot in him that made him forget everything. As pleasurable as it had been
before, this was ten times better. Goku knew it, and teased with light touches,
making Sanzo squirm and writhe as he strained to breathe. Struggling to hold
himself together, he reached down and grabbed the young man�s arm. Goku met his
eyes, and Sanzo took in the flushed face, the slightly parted lips, the heaving
chest. He was the picture of rampant desire. Sanzo had to swallow before he
could force words from his dry throat. �Goku. Now.� Anything more was beyond
him.

Goku nodded, a quick gesture that revealed how
ready he was for this as well. As he drew back, picking up the lotion bottle
again, Sanzo dropped his legs to the floor and stood up. Goku looked at him
questioningly, and Sanzo snatched a quick kiss, then turned, leaning over the
desk. It was at just the right height to comfortably rest his chest upon, and
the edge would be useful for bracing. He glanced back over his shoulder to see
Goku staring at him with lust-filled eyes. It made the ache grow within him,
the desire to feel completed.

When their eyes locked, Sanzo felt scorched by
the heat in that gaze. He had to stop himself from begging the young man to
hurry. Goku picked up on his urgency and quickly covered his length with
lotion, then positioned himself. Sanzo closed his eyes as Goku pushed into him.
The warmth sparked into the hottest flame, consuming and devouring him. He
could hear Goku panting behind him, struggling to go slowly, not to hurt the
man he loved. But Sanzo was ready for him, needed him, and used his grip
on the desk to thrust himself suddenly backwards.

They both moaned as Goku slid the rest of the
way home, freezing in their positions, waves of pleasure washing over them.
Sanzo�s heart was racing, slamming agaihis his rib cage, and he could not seem
to get enough air. Goku slouched over him, forehead resting against his back,
and he could feel the young man�s shuddering breath on his skin. He could have
stayed there forever, just like that, but as the burning began to wane, he
found the desire to move. Raising himself up on his elbows to deepen the angle,
he pulled himself forward, then pusbackback. Goku moaned again, but gripped his
hips tightly and quickly fell into Sanzo�s rhythm.

They moved slowly at first, gently, coaxing the
sweetest of feelings out of each other. Every thrust, every retreat pulled with
it a moan from Sanzo, who was far beyond being able to control himself. Quickly
becoming confident in the cadence they had set, Goku�s hands began to wander,
increasing Sanzo�s pleasure as rough fingers slid over his sweat-slicked skin.
One hand crept down to caress his aching sex, and Sanzo cried out loudly. The
combination of intense sensations was almost more than he could bear. He rocked
back harder, increasing their speed, and lifted himself up off the desk,
bracing his hands on the edge. Back arched and head thrown back, his whole body
pulsed in time with the hard thrusts.

Tossing his head to one side to pull his soaked
hair off his shoulders, he was vaguely surprised when Goku�s hand wrapped
around his jaw. Fingers caressed his lips, and the monk opened his mouth to let
them in. First one finger, then two, and Sanzo suckn thn them eagerly, wrapping
his tongue around them. He was barely aware that Goku�s grunts had escalated to
moans at his actions, but he felt the results, as the young man pounded into
him even harder. The fingers plunged into his mouth, then pulled partway out,
echoing their motions. Sanzo moaned around them, the grip on his chin the only
thing keeping his head back.

He pushed off of the desk, arching his back,
head still held back by the hand on his jaw, fingers barely gripping the edge
of the wood. Every movement brushed the sacred spot inside him, and all Sanzo
could feel was the pleasure Goku was inflicting on him, driving him closer and
closer to the edge. The hand on his arousal stroked with their movements, and
he caressed the fingers in his mouth with his tongue, sensation running rampant
through his body. He heard Goku gasp his name, and the pure lust in it thrilled
him.

In the end, it was that sound, his name on
Goku�s lips, that undid him. His cry started as a low moan and ended in an
almost scream, and Sanzo felt himself finally consumed by the fire within him.
The groan that broke from him rolled Goku�s name with that of the gods he
served but did not believe in. White blanketed his vision, and it was not until
his heart slowed that he realized his eyes were clenched tightly shut. As his
entire body slowly relaxed, Sanzo sank back down onto the desk, bringing Goku
with him. The young man had his arms tightly wrapped around the monk�s chest,
though Sanzo could not say when they had gotten there.

They lay still for a few moments, letting their
breathing steady, until the weight on his back and the edge of the desk digging
into his chest made Sanzo uncomfortable enough to move hisaustausted body. At
his stirring, Goku pulled away from him, and they both winced as sensitive
tissues were tortured by their parting. Sanzo turned and leaned back against
the desk, shifting slightly against the minor soreness that always accompanied
their more active sessions. The lingering pleasure made it all worthwhile
though, and he had to admit that the completeness he had found with Goku more
than made up for any pain.

Goku leaned up against him, arms loosely around
his waist, head tucked under his chin. Sanzo was surprised he was still on his
feet; he was not sure he would have been if he did not have the desk to lean
against. He hesitated a second, then wrapped Goku in a tight embrace,
surprising them both with the possessive gesture. Goku looked up into his eyes,
and Sanzo laid a gentle kiss on his lips. He could feel Goku�s mouth curve into
a smile beneath his, and could not suppress an answering smile of his own.

Pulling back a little, he rested his forehead on
Goku�s. �Can we go back to bed now?�

The youth laughed. �Not going to make me clean
this up?�

Sanzo smirked. �I didn�t say that.�

Goku frowned at him. �You�re mean.�

�I never said I wasn�t.�

The brunette stared for a second, then snorted.
�True,� he admitted. �You wouldn�t be you otherwise.�

Sanzo was not quite sure how to take the
flippant comment, so he resorted to his usual defense. Lacking his fan � not to
mention the clothing his fan was stored in � he bopped Goku lightly on the head
with his fist. �If you�re going to insult me, you can sleep in your own room.�

�Sanzoooo�� Goku drew out his name with a yawn
and snuggled into his chest. �You wouldn�t really do that to me, would you?�

He was sure he would before their journey ended,
but not tonight. �You can clean this up in the morning. Let�s go.� Goku was
already half asleep against him, and murmured a protest when Sanzo pushed him
to his feet. �Stand up, I�m not dragging your ass to bed.� Despite his words,
he kept an arm around Goku�s waist, guiding him into bed. He tucked him in and
hesitated, torn between following Goku and the call of one last cigarette.

As he took an uncertain step away from the bed,
a hand shot out and caught him by the wrist. Sanzo turned, surprised that Goku
was still awake. �Sanzo? Aren�t you coming to bed?�

�I was just� yeah, I am.�

He slid under the sheets and pulled them up
around the two of them, luxuriating in the smooth cotton and his partner�s
warmth. Goku snuggled up to him, curling up like a satisfied cat. Sanzo laid a
hand on his hip, squeezing slightly, arresting the slow closing of golden eyes.
�Sanzo� love you.� Goku�s eyes slid closed, and he began to snore almost
immediately.

Sanzo looked down at the young man in his arms
and placed a kiss on the tousled brown head. �I know.� Closing his eyes, he let
himself drift into the best sleep he had had in days.

~Owari~
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