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Gensomaden Saiyuki

Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki. All rights go to Minekura Kazuya.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Sanzo/Goku

Warnings: explicit lemon/smut, yaoi (male/male), masturbation, voyeurism, language

Notes: Originally I was going to end this another way, but this turned into something of a two-parter. I can�t even promise a second part will be done, but I am planning on it. (Of course, my attentiveness for my own smut stories keeps going from idea to idea, so I shouldn�t make any promises period.)

Anyway. Not dedicated to anyone in particular�except maybe those fans out there who like voyeurism. Yay!

Constructive criticism and feedback appreciated.

One Word: Code of Silence

The first incident had been an accident on Sanzo�s part. And that time he hadn�t lingered to watch.

Back then, his charge had just recently turned fifteen. Three years had passed since the day Sanzo had broken the seals atop Mount Gogyo and freed this strange creature. He was still extremely prone to mischief�and, for reasons fairly inexplicable to Sanzo, that year was the worst of his sneaking-out-at-midnight habit. At first Sanzo hadn�t even bothered to care, but when the rainy season came around and his charge began to track mud into the room, something had to be done.

That first night, he had been walking down the temple hallways, keeping as silent as possible. A sliver of light cut across the floor; unnatural, at that late hour. He had known it was the boy�it was Goku. He had planned to stop the venture before it even began.

It had not surprised him to approach the room and find the boy undressing. Sanzo clearly recalled the ungodly mess of hair; long messy strands that only just stayed out of anyone�s way by being tied back during the day. In those days, Sanzo had always found himself torn between wanting to take a kitchen knife to the boy�s hair or simply yanking a brush hard and quick through the mess. Really, by the end of the day it could become so unsightly as to be called disgusting.

He had not, however, been prepared for Goku�s hand to reach down directly between his naked legs. At first Sanzo had been too startled to react. He had stared without really meaning to, knowing his eyes were just wide enough for his expression to be recognized as surprise. It really shouldn�t have affected him as much as it had; Goku was a teenager, after all, curious just as any other. And without any confirmation, Sanzo had known he was witnessing the very first touch, the first time his charge was to see just how far he could go by petting himself. The proof was in Goku�s eyes. Though they had been partially obscured due to his angle, the wonder and unexpected pleasure had also been there, lighting his expression even in the glow of the nearby candle.

When Goku�s knees bent, allowing the boy to sink to the floor, Sanzo had come back to himself. Shaking his head, mostly in disgust at himself, he had immediately turned and left. It had been better that way, in any case. Goku had found a way to preoccupy himself, and that was really all Sanzo had needed to keep him from his other nightly adventures.

The other incidents had happened few and far between, much to Sanzo�s relief. Occasionally he heard sounds he would rather not have heard, but then he had simply sought peace elsewhere. Having a cigarette or two outside often passed time enough for him to return to blessed silence. If the other monks had a problem with the noise, they either said nothing or merely kept their contempt from Sanzo�s ears. And that, too, was perfectly fine with him. He was Goku�s keeper, but that didn�t mean he was going to step into something that was none of his business. Besides, there was no reason for them to complain. If they could hear Goku, then they were too close to Sanzo�s quarters�and only Goku had a room that close. In some small ways, being a monk of such high status had its perks.

Tonight, however, was far different from those other occurrences.

Sanzo found himself watching from a strange angle. He knew he was invisible to the eyes on the other side of the door, but from his vantage he could see perfectly. Or perhaps perfectly wasn�t the right word�but he could certainly see more than he would have hoped to.

Not that he hoped to, because this had happened by pure chance.

The sliding door blocked his view from just below the boy�s knees on down; when the legs were splayed flat across the floor, in any case. At the moment that was only the case with one limb. The other was pulled upward, though it in no way blocked Sanzo�s view of what he was most interested in seeing. Instead he got a nice view of the inside of a tanned thigh, muscles beneath the flesh clenching and tightening and relaxing with each erotic move his charge made.

Goku�s moans were deliberately kept low. The youth was now old enough to realize quiescence was a necessity�or at the very least, that it was polite to those around him. Not that Goku had ever been one much for manners, but one or two had rubbed off on him during his six-year stay at the monastery.

And thank the gods for that, because if Sanzo had been forced to share this sight with anyone else, he would have had to put a stop to it. That would have been a shame on various accounts... particularly considering Goku�s surprisingly sensuous display tonight.

More than likely, a large part of what alleviated Sanzo�s previous guilt � guilt that had forced him to move away from the room before too long � was that Goku looked older. Even last week, the priest hadn�t considered pausing to listen for more than a few seconds. But now there was a difference.

His gaze was focused on Goku�s face, fascinated by the beads of sweat that dabbed the boy�s temples. He was breathing softly, the even rhythm of each intake broken by a thin, ragged sound; a gradual loss of control. Normally bright eyes, with irises so golden they sometimes glittered in any sort of lighting, were almost completely closed. It was as if Goku were focusing all his attention inward�completely on his body, and what he was feeling.

Best of all, however, was the way the youth�s dark hair framed his face. The mess of tangled locks had been cut just two days ago, so short that Goku had no need for his hair-tie anymore (which was fine with Sanzo, since the boy often lost it anyway). Even the two long strands that had hung just in front of each ear were gone; snipped away in a matter of seconds. It had been Sanzo who had cut Goku�s hair � he hadn�t trusted anyone else in the temple with the task � and he wasn�t merely pleased with what his simple job had done. He was damn proud.

Especially since it made Goku look like this. Older; more mature, far more sensuous, erotic, and... desirable.

Infinitely more desirable. Sanzo allowed his eyes to rake over his charge�s body, taking in � seemingly for the first time, as he had seen Goku naked before, but never noticed him � the lithe muscles, lanky limbs, and tanned skin stretched tautly over it all. He could see, even almost sense each contract of every muscle bared to him. The sight wasn�t beautiful; Goku was far too annoying and still in too much of an awkward stage for that.

But it was wild, almost untamable. And, Sanzo had to admit as he felt a certain tightening in his groin, undeniably arousing.

Just as he thought that, Goku gave a gasp louder than any he had uttered previously. The sound was quiet, almost smothered by the thin door between them, but it told all. For a fleeting second, Sanzo could imagine just what the boy was feeling; the strongest rise of lust, lapping teasingly at the pleasure focused below his waist. And it was Goku�s hips that moved then�but violently. Rather, his hips jerked, as fine tremors overtook the brunette�s body for a good few seconds. The movement caused him to rise off the ground a bare inch or two, but it was enough. Hungrily fascinated, Sanzo�s eyes immediately swept downward.

He wondered how hot Goku�s body would be. To bury himself in that heat, to feel it pulsating all around him... the idea made him shiver. The air was noticeably hot.

Then Goku�s eyes opened�not all the way, just a bare sliver of molten gold. Sanzo�s body went cold and rigid for an instance, as he had the strangest feeling Goku knew he was there, that he knew his master was watching....

And if he did, he only seemed to take it as an incentive to continue. Not once did the youth acknowledge his presence, but his eyes closed again, and his fingers tensed until his knuckles went white. His next moan was a notch higher than it should have been; much higher than the last. Sanzo no longer felt cold; in fact he was hot, almost burning, and he�d never had a greater desire to undress right there.

And given the privacy they had, he could have. But he didn�t, because that was not what he was going to do. He was merely here to watch; though he could not admit Goku had entranced him so easily.

Despite his resolution, Sanzo found one hand resting on the dark sash about his waist. His fingers absently picked at the knot, but the motion was lazy. The friction in his jeans was actually rather pleasant; he wanted to keep it there for the time being, to build more heat. All Goku had to do was continue his act.

The boy surprised him with another moan, though this one wasn�t much louder than the last. But it was definitely deeper, with an almost throaty sound to it�as though Goku couldn�t quite get enough air. Sweat didn�t just dampen his face now; it beaded up and trickled down, slowly. Strands of chestnut hair clung to his face, one in particular curving over one cheekbone. It was maddening to Sanzo, who wanted to brush it aside so he could taste the salty skin there. But he kept still, kept his breath short and shallow... though it wasn�t entirely by volition that he did so.

From Goku�s face, Sanzo let his attention fall to the boy�s neck � one that, had he been close enough, he would have felt the urge to leave with dark, possessive marks � and down his chest. As always, Goku�s room was lit by candlelight this time of the night, and this particular time, the shadows were accentuating the youth�s body to perfection. Light shadows drew the soft lines that showed off his muscles, the darker shadows trapped between him and the floor, where Sanzo tried not to look at Goku�s squirming sides for too long. Each breath the boy took was rapidly growing quicker and shallower. The deeper he tried to inhale; the sharper his ribs were defined as he did so.

With almost painful slowness, Sanzo fixed his eyes on Goku�s cock.

The hard flesh was dark, damp with an erotic mixture of sweat and trickles of pre-cum; allowing the boy�s hand to slide up and down in slick, smooth rhythm. He ruined that rhythm on his own by squeezing himself firmly, erratically, and forcing that much more pleasure upon himself. Each pulse of his hand caused Goku to cry out; sometimes weakly, sometimes with such force and sheer physical awareness that Sanzo couldn�t help but feel as though his charge was touching him instead. He didn�t know how the boy could stand to torture himself. Sanzo would have lost control right about then, even with his iron will.

But then, maybe this stemmed from Goku�s natural need to play. And Sanzo couldn�t help but wonder, If he were to �play� with me, how....?

Before the thought could be finished to completion, he felt Goku�s eyes on him again. Or rather, toward him; again, as though the boy knew he was being watched. And it occurred to Sanzo for the first time that maybe Goku could smell him. He didn�t bother wondering if the boy could smell his interest as well; one didn�t have to have demon-sharp senses to catch it.

This time, rather than making Sanzo go cold, he felt an almost violent pulse of arousal in his restrictive jeans. He was sweating, even breathing unevenly�not loudly, simply without steady rhythm. And Goku had such acute hearing, too....

Being so distracted by his thoughts, Sanzo couldn�t focus on the heavy whisper that fell from the boy�s lips. When he sharpened his senses again, the man could see Goku�s free hand sliding down his torso, over his hips, past the other hand to cup himself. Then light massaging, so gentle in contrast to the rough strokes he granted the flesh in his hand. Sanzo didn�t even try to look away from the boy�s hands. A faint, almost possessive growl stuck in his throat. If he could touch Goku like that....

Another sound slipped out of the boy�s throat, lighter than a moan, and taking on the definite shape of a word. It was an expletive�a strong one at that. And Sanzo had the distinct, wild feeling that hearing this was far more arousing than if Goku had said the priest�s name instead. Goku swore, but not like this. He had to be lost in his fantasy; purely delirious with pleasure.

Sanzo touched the side of the sliding door.

He jerked back when Goku suddenly cried out�loudly, enough to startle Sanzo, a man who did his best not to be startled. Goku�s lithe limbs twisted a moment, the hardness in his hand seeming to pulse wildly. Then the end came in a white rush, filling the air with a thick, heady scent. Sanzo let out his breath slowly a split second later, trusting it was the only time he could do so. Only later would he realize he hadn�t noticed he had even stopped breathing.

Abruptly exhausted, Goku collapsed back to the floor. His chest heaved more than ever, like a drowning swimmer who had just desperately resurfaced. Dark lashes lay in crescents across his cheeks, trembling slightly in nothing but tired relaxation. His hands slid back to his stomach, spreading the mess further�and Sanzo found he had to look away, or else he would have given in to the impulse to throw the door open and give Goku something to scream about.

The spectacle was over, but the man couldn�t bring himself to leave just yet. Once he trusted himself to observe his charge without jumping him, he turned his eyes back to the exhausted figure sprawled across the ground. His legs were splayed, one arm stretching across the floor and toward the wall, palm turned up and fingers curled slightly, as though he were still touching himself; the other hand rested on his stomach, running his nails over his abdomen idly.

And he had the most pleased smile on his face. Content, deliriously blissful, like a cat that had just been spoiled with a rich meal�and almost smug. He wasn�t looking toward the door as he had before, but Sanzo couldn�t shake the feeling that Goku could still smell him; his scent. Hell, from this distance, Sanzo could smell him�strong, wild, and indescribably alluring.

A faint rustle of cloth made him start. Completely unaware of it, he had continued tugging idly at the dark sash until he had come loose�and then let it fall. The small sound had seemed too loud in the sudden silence, and he felt himself tense. Sanzo dared a glance inside the room.

Goku was staring at the door now, his eyes slightly wide in surprise and wicked curiosity. Sanzo could hear the small snuffling sounds, like a cat � and why the hell did Goku have to be so catlike anyway? � as the boy pushed himself onto his elbow.

Sanzo saw his mouth move, but didn�t hear the words. Blind panic overcame him. Never mind that part of him still wanted to just grab that boy and grind into him against the nearest solid object; never mind that he had been seriously considering doing just that only seconds ago. The shock was almost like waking up from a dream, and he couldn�t remember what he was doing there.

Sanzo grabbed his sash and left. It didn�t matter if Goku had smelled him or not; if the issue was pressed, Sanzo could simply tell the boy he had been dreaming. Or hallucinating. After all, why would he want to watch his charge engaged in such an erotic act? The very idea should have disgusted him.

Yet the image of Goku�s eyes turned toward him, burning with brilliant intensity, remained ingrained into his mind. And all Sanzo could feel disgusted about was the fact he had only brought this so-called insanity down on himself.
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