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Insatiable	By : Rroselavy Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 4376 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Insatiable (2/?)

Author: Rroselavy

Rating: NC-17

Pairing(s): 39, 58

Beta: Akuchan

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.
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"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to rake the leaves?" Sanzo folded his arms across his chest and scowled down at his charge.
"Done." Goku replied, not bothering to look up from his task. He was seated on the couch, his legs curled beneath him, a book cradled in his lap. Sanzo stepped closer in order to examine exactly what title it was that had the teen's rapt attention. It was a basal reader, one of the old musty textbooks that had been lying in an empty classroom that he'd had the teen spruce up.
"What are you doing?" he repeated. Golden eyes glanced up at him, and he could see the tinge of embarrassment stain Goku's cheeks.
"Tryin' to read," the teen mumbled.
"Trying? You learned how to read years ago."
"I know, but I forgot! I didn't get a chance to practice very much on the road." His head tilted down, and his index finger began to travel slowly across the page. Sanzo could hear him softly sounding out the words; his progress was excruciatingly slow. Goku stopped suddenly, closed the textbook with a frustrated sigh, and tossed it on the table in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and then twisted his neck, the cervical discs crackled as he worked out the kinks.
"Quitting already?" Sanzo challenged roughly, though his anger was more directed inward; he should have been paying more attention to Goku's education, even when they were traveling.
"It's not sinking in," Goku replied dejectedly. He leaned over the armrest of the couch, his chin resting on his forearms, and from that vantage point, stared out of the nearby window at the bare trees beyond the temple's courtyard. After a moment of weighing the things that he'd left unfinished on the desk in his study, Sanzo picked up the volume and sat beside the teen. The infernal paperwork could wait; he didn't understand why anyone would want to come to this remote location to learn his vocation anyway. Goku turned back toward him; the expression on his face told Sanzo that the teen expected to be admonished, but his gaze shifted to the textbook as Sanzo opened up to the first lesson. An elegant finger pointed to the first line.
"Read this to me."
Goku leaned into him, his head brushing against the taller man's shoulder, and stared at the letterforms, and Sanzo was immediately transported back through the years. He remembered how they used to sit like this for hours under the peach tree in the courtyard at Chang'an, he learning to be a patient teacher, and Goku soaking up his lessons like a sponge, always hungry for more.
"I can't," the teen replied after a few moments of silence. In response, Sanzo quirked an eye and shifted the book's position so that he could wield his harisen.
"Okay, okay!" Goku said hurriedly, balefully eyeing the hateful fan. Slowly he began to struggle through the text, at first syllable by syllable, then word by word, sentence by sentence, and finally, page by page. They stopped only when the room had become so dark that Sanzo had to turn on a lamp. He glanced at the time then, and found that they'd been at it for hours. As if on cue, Goku's stomach growled.
"That's enough for today," Sanzo said, laying the book down on the table. "But we can practice some more tomorrow."
"Thanks, Sanzo," Goku replied sincerely. "Could we also go over maths?"
The monk rolled his eyes, "What, you can't add, either?"
"I can!" Goku replied indignantly, "I mean, Hakkai an' I used to practice my sums and division, but I think I'm a little rusty."
Sanzo's gaze softened slightly, "Okay, monkey, math too, but you'll be getting homework then." He thought Goku would protest, but the teen only nodded in agreement.
Within two weeks, Goku's reading had progressed beyond the remedial, and Sanzo had learned the monkey's ulterior motive.
"Sanzo, can you show me how to email sometime?" he asked late one evening. Sanzo peered up from the laptop screen, and over the top of his reading glasses.
"Why?" he asked, his eyelid twitching.
It turned out that Goku had wanted to reach out to Hakkai, and soon, it seemed, they were involved in a full-blown correspondence. Goku would be on the laptop tapping away before breakfast, and then again before he turned in for the night. He was careful not to impinge upon the monk's computer time, but Sanzo was annoyed nonetheless, though if he thought about it, he couldn't come up with a good reason as to why it bothered him. He admitted to himself that at first he'd been a bit put off that Goku was obviously confiding ~something~ in the other youkai-something important, Sanzo had decided-and it was all he could do not to violate the teen's privacy by snooping through his inbox. In the end though, Sanzo decided that if the issue were at all serious, Hakkai would have told him about it; and quite to the contrary, the other man was downright evasive when Sanzo hinted at his correspondence with the teen. So, the monk convinced himself that he was relieved not to be bothered by whatever nonsense was occupying Goku's mind.
He had more pressing matters anyway. Besides the never-ending struggle to keep the teen's belly full, a new problem had arisen; he'd outgrown his clothes. Pants that were too short and shirts that were too tight hadn't bothered Goku at all, but when he could no longer button his waist, things had become critical. Of course, Goku had never thought to bring Sanzo's attention to the matter. Instead, one morning, he just showed up for breakfast wearing a set of monks' robes.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sanzo seethed, immediately relieved that they were alone in the monastery, so there were no prying eyes to report the scandalous attire.
"Nuthin' fits anymore!"
"What?" he asked incredulously, "You were just wearing your clothes yesterday!"
Goku looked at him then, his luminescent eyes piercing through to Sanzo's very soul. "Everything's too small." The teen seemed genuinely perplexed by this development, as he'd worn the same clothes for as long as he could remember.
For a moment Sanzo was taken aback too. It wasn't that he hadn't noticed that Goku had been getting taller, it was just that it had never registered that the physical changes could truly be some kind of latent growth spurt, instigated by regularly scheduled meals, exercise and sleep. He grabbed the teen by his forearm and dragged him to his sleeping quarters. Goku sat obediently on the edge of his bed while Sanzo rifled through his drawers to find something suitable. He finally settled on a pair of sweatpants and a pullover.
"Take those off," he said thrusting the clothes at the teen. He rolled his eyes when Goku hesitated, blushing. "It's not like I've never seen you naked before, monkey."
Goku silently stood, and shrugged out of the loose robes. They pooled at his feet, and Sanzo was momentarily stunned by the Adonis that stood before him. When the hell had the monkey become so ... hot? His boyish body had filled out in a most pleasing manner, Sanzo decided, his mouth suddenly too dry.
"What?" Goku asked guardedly. He'd caught the monk ~staring~.
Sanzo's eyes snapped up to lock on the teen's gaze. "Get dressed, now," he gritted, turning away to hide the blush of embarrassment that he could feel burning his cheeks. When he turned back several moments later, Goku was once again decent, though his thoughts still weren't. Goku bent over and rolled the cuffs of the fleece pants up, and Sanzo was given an eyeful of a perfectly curved bottom. He groaned inwardly when he felt the stirrings of an arousal. It was wrong on so many levels to be even remotely attracted to the teen. Nevertheless, it took a long time for the afterimage of Goku's exquisite body to fade away.
He couldn't exactly leave the boy without any clothes to call his own, Sanzo rationalized as boxes--the fruits of his Internet buying spree funded by the Three Aspects' Gold Card--began to be delivered to their remote locale. (Sanzo reasoned that They'd saddled him with his charge, so They should bear ~some~ of the responsibility of his upkeep.) And he had to make sure that everything he'd purchased fit, too. That was the only reason he demanded that Goku model each article of clothing for him. But, as his eyes roved appreciatively over the boy's lithe frame, Sanzo did allow that clothes that fit correctly only served to accentuate the enticing planes and contours of the teen's body.
"Something wrong?" Goku asked, the uncertainly in his voice pulling the blond from his musings.
Sanzo found that he was momentarily tongue-tied, and annoyed at that until he brought his gaze up to the teen's face. There, he could see all the self-doubt of his own adolescence. He remembered well staring into mirrors, appraising his lengthening form, ever critical--he was too pale, too slender, his features were far too feminine. There had been no one to ameliorate his own disapproving eye, no one that is, until Goku, who'd always gazed at him with unwavering adoration. Sanzo took a deep breath, "No," he said curtly, "but you'd better stop growing soon. I don't plan on buying you new clothes every season."
"I can't help it!" Goku protested to the monk's back as he left the room.
They'd fallen into an easy pattern, Sanzo thought a few days later as he gazed out his office window, watching Goku clearing a path through the first substantial snow of the season.
The teen had taken to awakening quite early, and more often than not, a cup of steaming tea would be waiting for Sanzo at the kitchen table, his morning paper and reading glasses beside it. Over a light breakfast, Sanzo would list the things that Goku needed to accomplish for the day-usually some handyman's work around the temple-or immediately after breakfast, he would send the teen on errands, and then later Sanzo would prepare their lunch. There was little conversation at the mid-day meal, as the blond would be sifting through whatever letters and bills may have come by post, and Goku would be working on the homework that Sanzo had assigned to him the afternoon prior. After lunch, each would go off to finish up their various tasks, before they'd meet up once again by mid-afternoon in the library, to work together on Goku's lessons. When it became too dark to continue, they'd retire to the kitchen, and the teen would help Sanzo prepare their evening meal, and then they would clean up the day's dishes together. The evenings were passed with both of them curled at either end of the couch; Goku watching satellite TV while the monk read a book.
Sanzo tried to put his finger on just when Goku had gone from being interminably annoying to, not completely enjoyable, but rather, companionable. He snorted, not fully believing it himself that he actually looked forward to their quiet evenings together. Goku, Sanzo finally decided, had matured. He was no longer inclined to come barging in unannounced, expecting the blond to be able to jump into a conversation that had started some several moments ago. No, it seemed that the teen had quieted down substantially now that he wasn't parrying with Gojyo every waking hour. On that point, Sanzo couldn't remember who'd been more of a pain in his ass, the baiting kappa, or the ever-so-predictable monkey, but one thing was true, the Goku that lived with him in the temple now, hardly resembled the little brat that shared the back seat of Jeep with the redhead.
He continued to stare out of the window, wondering idly what had caused the shift in the teen's behavior. A snowball smacking against the pane startled him, and he tilted his head to see the monkey setting up for another toss. Sanzo smiled wickedly, grabbing his heavy overcoat and a pair of gloves on his way out into the courtyard.
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