Stolen Moments

RIIIIIIP!!!

Goku sighed as he heard the fabric rip on his favorite shirt. Turning his head, he saw that the shoulder seam on his right shoulder had finally tore completely away. Damn! Sighing, Goku took the shirt off, tossing it on the chair in the grubby hotel room he and Sanzo were sharing. After telling Goku to hurry up and get dressed, Sanzo had gone to Gojyo and Hakkai’s room to hurry them along. Mumbling about two idiots in love, Goku had grinned at Sanzo’s back as he left the room. He wasn’t grinning now. That shirt had been his last shirt that fit any more.

Picking up his jeans, Goku wondered how much Sanzo would be upset at this new delay. With the way the shirt ripped, he doubted that Hakkai would be able to sew it up. Goku pulled on his pants and tried to button them. Every day it had been harder and harder to button them but today, it was impossible. He knew he was putting on muscle but this was getting ridiculous. Laying down on the bed, Goku sucked in his stomach and managed to get them buttoned.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Gojyo had just come in the room, Hakkai tagging along with him. They stood in the doorway and waited for Goku to answer them.

“Sanzo’s gonna be pissed at me!” Struggling to get up, Goku stood up by the bed and wiggled around in his jeans. No matter what he did, the jeans were too damn tight and Goku could feel them digging into his skin. “I can’t fit in any of my clothes! I ripped my last shirt at the shoulder, my jeans don’t fit and I can’t even bend down to put my boots on.” Goku relaxed his body.

Gojyo heard the popping sound but didn’t realize what it was until he felt the stinging pain on his forehead. Wincing, he reached up and felt the beginning of a bump and the area was tender and hot to the touch. The button the monkey’s jeans had popped off, hitting Gojyo smack in the middle of his forehead. Hakkai gasped as he realized what had happened and he started to laugh.

“Please forgive me Gojyo but it is rather funny.” Bringing up a hand, gathering some chi, Hakkai lay a warm palm on Gojyo’s forehead, healing the area. “I wouldn’t want you to go around looking like you have a love bite on your forehead.” Turning to look at Goku, Hakkai was surprised to see the younger youkai wasn’t laughing. “Goku?” Hakkai moved away from Gojyo and lay a hand on Goku’s shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“Sanzo’s been in a bad mood for the past few days because of the rain and now, I need new clothes. He was so upset last night, grumbling about delays and how we were never going to make it to India and how much I’ve been eating lately.” Goku gestured to his jeans. “And now this!” Shrugging off his jeans, only wearing his boxers, Goku sat down on the bed. “I hate it when Sanzo’s like this.” Goku ran his hands through his hair. “I feel so useless. I can’t do anything for him. I can’t make him feel better, I can’t cheer him up and he won’t even talk to me when it’s raining outside. Once he stopped talking last night, we just sat here and watched the rain.”

Sitting down next to Goku on the bed, Hakkai searched for the right words to say to Goku. He, better than Gojyo, knew what it was like to have the rain affect a mood. It was during rainstorms that both he and Sanzo lost people, that at that time in their lives, were the most important people to them. Sanzo had lost Koumyou Sanzo, the man he considered his father and the only Sanzo priest he acknowledged. Hakkai had lost Kanan, the woman who he had loved more than life itself.

For Hakkai, rain no longer held him in it’s power. Meeting and falling in love with Gojyo didn’t erase the memories of the night Kanan died but Hakkai had been able to replace those sad memories with happier ones. The first time it rained after he and Gojyo confessed their feeling for each other, Gojyo had kissed and caressed Hakkai until the sound of the rain disappeared, Gojyo’s voice drowning out the rain as he held Hakkai and talked to him.

Sanzo, however, still dwelt on the night Koumyou Sanzo died every time it rained, letting the memories of that night consume him. Hakkai had tried talking to Sanzo about it but the monk had tuned Hakkai out, ignoring Hakkai the entire time he was in Sanzo’s room.

“I wish I could help but…” Sanzo came into the room and Hakkai stopped talking, sure that if Sanzo knew Goku and Hakkai were talking about him, there would be hell to pay.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” Looking at Goku through blue-gray smoke, Sanzo didn’t look upset, just bored.

“I can’t fit in any of my clothes. I ripped my last shirt and the button on my jeans popped off, hitting Gojyo in the forehead.” A half smirk and a grunt was all Sanzo said. Goku grinned, scratching the back of his head. “It was kinda funny.”

“Yeah, funny to you, you little shit! It fucking hurt, ya know!”

“Sanzo, can you take Goku and get him more clothes? I can lend him a shirt and a pair of jeans to get to the store, but there’s no way Goku can fit in my clothes for the rest of the journey.”

Sighing, Sanzo turned and started walking down the hallway. “I’ll be waiting in the lobby.” Smoke trailed after Sanzo. “Five minutes, Goku and then I’m leaving without you!”


After putting on borrowed clothes, Goku met Sanzo and the two were on their way. Hakkai’s clothes were way too big on him and even with the pant legs rolled up, Goku still stumbled and tripped over the baggy jeans. Neither said a word to each other as they finally found a store that carried clothes and went in, heading to the back where the men’s department was.

Sanzo sat down on a chair near the dressing room and opened up the newspaper that he had brought along with him. Goku’s heart sank a bit as he realized that Sanzo wasn’t going to help him pick out clothes. On the way to the store, Goku had a little fantasy running through his head with he and Sanzo picking out clothes together. Sanzo would hold up a shirt, almost touching Goku as he judged if the shirt would look good on Goku. Or maybe Sanzo would pick up a few pairs of jeans, smile and hand them to Goku, saying he couldn’t believe Goku had grown up in such a short amount of time. But, none of that was going to happen. Once again, Goku’s hope had been crushed; hope that Sanzo would finally see him for the man he was becoming and not the child he once was.

“We don’t have all day. Get on with it.” Sanzo’s voice held a note of irritation as he spoke from behind the paper.

Goku moved quickly and soon found jeans that he thought would fit. Picking up a size larger than his old jeans, Goku grabbed two pairs and went over to the shirts. His golden eyes fell on a purple shirt and before he could think why he would pick up such a dressy shirt, Goku had it in his hands and made his way to the dressing room, shutting the door behind him.

Listening to Goku getting out of Hakkai’s clothes, Sanzo gave up all pretenses of reading his paper. Last night had been hell on Sanzo. He and Goku had to share a room and if that wasn’t bad enough, they had to share a bed too. The inn was one of the worst ones they had stayed at on the journey so far. No extra futons, no extra blankets and Goku swore that there were bugs in the shower and there was no way he was sleeping on the floor. Too tired to argue, Sanzo had not said a word when Goku climbed into bed next to him, turning away from Goku and trying to fall asleep.

The rain had stopped and the moonlight shone through the thin curtains. The two other idiots in their party had the room next door, keeping Sanzo up with their talking and other noises he tried to ignore. By the time Sanzo had heard Hakkai moan Gojyo’s name for the fourth time, Sanzo was ready to storm next door and shoot the both of them but movement from Goku had stopped him cold.

Goku had kicked off the covers and rolled on his back, his bare chest almost glowing in the soft moonlight. Arms above his head, Goku had arched his back and let out a sigh, making Sanzo’s mouth suddenly run dry. So much golden skin and so many new muscles, Sanzo’s fingers itched to touch them, to run his fingers along the planes of Goku’s body. Sharp hipbones showing above Goku’s boxers, boxers that were clearly too small for him now. Looking anywhere but Goku’s boxers, Sanzo’s violet eyes gazed at Goku’s face and at his mouth.

Sanzo’s eyes watched as Goku’s little pink tongue darted out to lick his lips. A shot of lust suddenly went through Sanzo’s body as he moved closer to Goku, not taking his eyes off Goku’s mouth. That mouth that ran all day long unless Goku was shoveling food into it. That mouth that was always picking a fight with Gojyo, yelling about Gojyo stealing his food or calling the kappa names. That mouth that had suddenly looked so inviting, so soft and so warm. Goku’s lips were still parted and Sanzo could feel Goku’s breath against his cheek, the scent of Sanzo’s green tea toothpaste wafting up to his nostrils.

Body trembling, Sanzo brushed his lips against Goku’s. Just a taste, he told himself. Get it out of my system and stop this fucking wondering about how Goku would taste, he promised himself. Dipping down again, Sanzo once again brushed his lips across Goku’s, lingering a bit longer this time. Swallowing hard, Sanzo managed to pull himself away from Goku and lay down on his back, thoughts whirling around in his mind. Bad thoughts…sensual thoughts of rolling back over, letting his tongue drift past Goku’s teeth, rubbing it against Goku’s tongue. Touching Goku’s chest, his stomach, his boxers, letting his fingers slip under the cloth. Letting Goku touch him, Goku’s mouth roaming over his quickly heating body, slipping his black shirt off as Goku’s tongue dipped into the hollow of his throat, tasting Sanzo, while their hands learned each other’s bodies.


“Sanzo? Can I have new underwear, too?” Goku’s voice interrupted Sanzo’s thoughts of last night. “These are getting too small.” Silence for a few seconds. “Aw, man! These jeans are too small.” Goku poked his head out of the dressing room a minute later. “Can you get me the next size up, please?”

Frowning, Sanzo looked at Goku and got up, his paper dropping to the floor and pushed the younger man back into the dressing room. “Don’t come out in your underwear, you stupid monkey!” Sanzo’s eyes widened as he looked at the shirt Goku had on. A purple dress shirt, the same color as Sanzo’s eyes. The idiot didn’t even have the damn shirt buttoned properly. Crossing his arms over his chest, Sanzo glared at Goku, their eyes meeting in the mirror. “Can’t you even button a shirt right?”

Blushing, Goku realized that instead of paying attention to buttoning the shirt, he had been thinking how nice his golden eyes went with the shirt and managed to look stupid again in front of Sanzo. Before Goku could even move to unbutton the shirt, Sanzo’s hands were at the top button. Not daring to breathe, their eyes still locked in the mirror, Goku stood still as Sanzo undid the first button. Moving on to the next button, Sanzo moved closer to Goku, letting his thumb trail over every inch of skin he exposed with each button. Hearts racing, breathing becoming faster, Sanzo could swear he could see Goku’s heart beating beneath his skin as he watched in the mirror.

Goku clenched his hands into fists as Sanzo’s hands got lower and lower, his thumb moving seductively over Goku’s skin. Undoing the last button and opening the shirt, Sanzo’s hands trembled as they brushed against the trail of light brown hair that started just under Goku’s belly button. A flush covered Goku’s neck as he realized that he was getting hard, his arousal making the front of his boxers bulge out. Sanzo’s voice whispered in his ear, deep and strained.

“Start with the bottom button.” Shivering at the hot breath in his ear, Goku tried to nod but instead, leaned back against Sanzo. “If you start with the bottom button, you won’t skip buttons like you did.” The thumb was back but this time, it was the nail snaking along Goku’s skin, making goosebumps rise on Goku’s arms. Blonde hair, the color of the sun, whispered against Goku’s cheek as Sanzo leaned down, which didn’t make sense to Goku. Shouldn’t Sanzo be standing up straighter as he got closer to the top button? Goku’s eyes fluttered closed as what felt like Sanzo’s mouth brushed against his earlobe. Opening his eyes, realizing that Sanzo still had his hands on Goku’s chest, golden eyes met violet ones in the mirror again.

“Sanzo?” Goku gasped out the title and as if cold water had been dumped on Sanzo, the monk suddenly realized what he had been doing and shoved Goku away. Sliding to the floor as Sanzo all but ran from the dressing room, Goku put his face in his hands and let the tears wet the purple shirt. After a few minutes, Goku wiped the tears from his face and took off the purple shirt, not bothering to unbutton it. Dressing in Hakkai’s clothing again, Goku made a plan in his mind. He would go back into the store, grab two pairs of jeans in the size he needed and grab a few shirts and get the hell back to the inn and try and forget that Sanzo had been touching him.

Opening the door, Goku wasn’t surprised to see Sanzo gone. After all, Sanzo shouldn’t be seen with a stupid, love sick idiot like him. Walking through the men’s department, Goku finally found Sanzo. Feet faltering as he got closer to the checkout desk, Goku saw a pile of clothes. Two pairs of jeans, a few shirts in different colors, new boxers and even sleep pants like the ones Hakkai wore, except Goku’s weren’t green. They were a pretty purple and gold plaid. Sanzo didn’t meet Goku’s eyes as he grabbed the shirt from Goku and tossed it on the pile and watched as the woman rang up the purchase. Signing the slip, Sanzo took back his card and shoved the shopping bag towards Goku and headed for the doors. Hugging the bag to his chest, Goku ran to catch up with Sanzo and fell into step with him as they made their way back to the inn, neither one saying a word.


A rolled up tent hit Goku in the chest. “Come on, monkey! Hakkai’s gonna cook while we set up the tents.” All the breath left Goku and before he could draw in enough air to yell at Gojyo, the redhead was already unrolling his and Hakkai’s tent. Searching for Sanzo, Goku finally found him, sitting under a tree and it looked like he was sleeping. Jumping out of his seat in the back of Jeep, Goku grabbed the tent and started to unroll it, putting the campfire between their tent and the other tent. As Goku pounded the final stake into the ground, Sanzo stood up and asked Hakkai if he could help.

Surprised at Sanzo’s offer, Hakkai told Sanzo it would be a big help if he could go get water. There was a stream nearby and it wouldn’t be more than a 15 minute walk. Nodding to Hakkai, Sanzo lit a cigarette, grabbed the water container and went off in the direction that Hakkai had pointed to. Goku tossed down the mallet he’d been using and sprinted after Sanzo.

Sanzo heard the stream before he could see it and he could also hear Goku crashing around in the woods. Gods, it was a wonder that no youkai showed up with all the noise Goku was making.

“Sanzo! Hey, Sanzo! Wait up.” The water container hit him in the chest right where Gojyo had hit him with the tent. “Jeez, Sanzo! What was that for?”

“Fill it up.” Sanzo’s mouth clamped shut after he all but barked out the command. Finding a nice soft spot, Sanzo settled himself down and shut his eyes, leaning against the tree and hoping Goku wouldn’t bring up what happened this afternoon. If Goku didn’t bring up the subject, Sanzo would buy him as many meat buns as the idiot could eat.

“Why did you touch me like that in the dressing room?” The filled water container landed on the ground and Goku sat next to Sanzo and stared at him.

“I’m not discussing it.” If he shuts up now, Sanzo would buy him a dozen meat buns. Stripping the burning end of the cigarette off, Sanzo let the hot part fall to the ground and put the filtered part in one of his hidden pockets in his robe. There was no way he was going to listen to Hakkai preach about leaving cigarette butts behind again.

“I want to talk about it.”

The moron just lost any meat buns for the next week. Closing his eyes, Sanzo tried ignoring Goku but a weight on his lap made his eyes fly open. Goku sat on Sanzo’s lap, his knees on either side of Sanzo’s hips, his arms crossed over his chest and an angry expression on his face.

“Get off me.”

“No.”

“Get the fuck off me.”

“No.”

They stared at each other for what seemed to be an eternity and then, before Sanzo could push Goku off his lap, Goku leaned forward, his eyes screwed closed and mashed his lips against Sanzo’s lips. Holding his breath, Goku waited for the fan to come crashing down on his head but to his surprise, it never came. Heavy hands landed on his shoulders and Goku opened his eyes as Sanzo pushed him back but not off his lap.

“What the hell was that?” Sanzo had an expression on his face that Goku had never seen before. The monk wasn’t mad, more like confused.

“A kiss.”

Moving his hands to cup Goku’s face, Sanzo stared into Goku’s eyes, his violet eyes hot and hungry. “That wasn’t a kiss.” Goku felt himself being pulled to Sanzo. “This…this is a kiss.”

Fully expecting a bruising, punishing kiss, Goku was surprised when Sanzo’s lips brushed against his again and again. The tension was draining from Sanzo’s body as he teased soft kisses across Goku’s mouth. He really didn’t know what to do, Sanzo thought as he flicked his tongue against Goku’s closed mouth.

“Open for me, Goku.” Sanzo let his mouth whisper against Goku’s while he spoke. “Open a little, let me in.”

Letting the breath out that he’d been holding, Goku slumped against Sanzo, his lips trembling against Sanzo’s. It was the most wonderful and the most terrifying moment of his life, this first kiss. Gently, Sanzo slanted his mouth over Goku’s, sucking in Goku’s bottom lip, scraping it gently with his teeth. He could feel Goku’s hands fisting in his robes, twisting the fabric over and over and Sanzo let go of Goku’s lip, still kissing the younger man. Hot claws of lust and desire tore through his body and Sanzo moved his hands from Goku’s face to his bottom, bringing their bodies closer together.

“Put your arms around my neck.”

So many nights, Goku had dreamed of touching Sanzo like this and Sanzo touching him back. Reality was so much better than dreams, Goku thought as he moved his hands from Sanzo’s chest to surround those broad shoulders, fingers threading through the longer hairs at the nape of Sanzo’s neck. Deepening the kiss, Sanzo brought his hand up to Goku’s chin, his thumb pushing down his chin and Goku shuddered at the first touch of Sanzo’s tongue to his. Goku shoved his tongue into Sanzo’s mouth and Sanzo broke off the kiss.

“I don’t want to eat your tongue, idiot.” Drawing out the last word, Goku almost thought that Sanzo was going to push him away and he started to draw back. Long fingers threaded through the mess that was Goku’s mop of hair and Sanzo brought him closer again. “Keep your tongue in your mouth and let me show you.” Nodding, Goku opened his mouth again and waited for the touch of Sanzo’s full lips.

Flicking his tongue, Sanzo teased Goku’s tongue and soon, Goku caught on how Sanzo liked to be kissed. The kiss grew more intense, hotter and wetter as Goku grew more bold. Breaking the kiss, slanting his mouth over Sanzo’s, Goku became the aggressor as his body began to react to the kiss. Canting his hips, Goku was rewarded with a moan from Sanzo and he moved like that again. Tearing his mouth from Goku’s, Sanzo let his head fall back against the tree.

“No, not today, monkey.” Before he could change his mind and take Goku’s virginity under the tree, Sanzo pushed Goku somewhat gently off his lap. Getting up and brushing off his robes, Sanzo grimaced as he saw how wrinkled the front of them were. Wonderful. Hakkai wouldn’t say a word, he’d just look at him with that damn knowing grin of his but Gojyo? He’d laugh like the moron he was and throw his arm around Sanzo and pester him about it until Sanzo shoved his gun up the fucking kappa’s nose.

“Let’s go. I’m hungry.” Knowing that Goku would follow, Sanzo went back to camp, Goku carrying the full water container, right on Sanzo’s heels, a huge, goofy grin on his face.