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Heart of a Monkey King	By : DHaugsby Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 6917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclosure: Saiyuki is owned by Minekura Kazuya

Chapter Three – A Monk’s Decision

“W-w-would you like m-me to bring another p-pot of tea?”

The waitress hesitantly approached the table where Sanzo had joined Hakkai. The
healer was drinking tea with the map laid open on the table, perusing the roads and
symbols for the coming terrain. It was to Hakkai that the woman directed her question
as her eyes warily studied Sanzo. From the way she was stuttering nervously, she
likely expected him to suddenly erupt into violence once again. Her body was even
leaned slightly away from the monk, as if poised to flee at the first outburst, her hands
clasped in front of her. She was the same waitress who had served them earlier so
Hakkai figured she couldn’t be blamed for her nervousness. Sanzo thankfully ignored
her and Hakkai gave her a reassuring smile.

“Another pot would be very nice, thank you.”

She tried to smile back at him but her face showed more fear than anything. As she
hurried away, Sanzo pulled the map towards himself. “How far to the next larger
town?”

“Well, that depends on how large you want. There’s a town that should be about this
size … oh, I’d say, just under two day’s drive.” Hakkai pointed out the symbol for the
town on the map. “Just over a day away, and still on our route, appears to be a slightly
smaller town but one that should still have a good inn.”

“I said larger town. As in, larger than this one.” Sanzo interrupted Hakkai’s recital of
upcoming towns and ran his fingers over the map, “Where are we now?”

Hakkai blinked at the monk and carefully drew the map back towards himself, feeling
suddenly protective of the creased length of paper. “Ah, well, we’re here,” and he
pointed out the town they were currently staying in, situated at the west end of the map.
Less than a week and he would have to get a new map.

Neither man noticed Goku suddenly stop from entering the dining room and quietly
back away, so absorbed they were with the map.

Earlier, Hakkai had immediately picked up on the fact that Sanzo was out of sorts and
irritated over something when the party had sat down for lunch. Gojyo had also been
short tempered and sulking and Hakkai wondered what had happened in the short time
after they had arrived until they’d sat down to eat. He’d been tempted to inquire about
the problem but Sanzo was apparently in one of his unpredictable moods and so he’d
hesitated. Sanzo rarely confided his issues or problems with any of them unless the
issue directly affected them, and then the priest would just state the issue without
prompting. He decided to stay quiet about that for now and ask Gojyo later.

“Just how large of a town are you looking for?” He poured himself more tea.

“A town large enough to house a brothel.”

“A … what?” Tea spilled over onto the table and Hakkai quickly gabbed a napkin to
wipe it up before the map could get damaged, stunned at what he had just heard.

“A brothel. And a good one. No!” Sanzo cut himself off with a jerk of his head to the
side and his hand slicing the air, “The best brothel around. Which town or city has the
best one?”

“The … uh … best one? Um, well, I … ah … don’t really … know. Um.” Sanzo wants
to go to a brothel??

“Well, find out. The place with the best brothel around.” Sanzo paused to think a
moment, “The cockroach tends to frequent that kind of place, although his tastes run far
too cheap, I’m sure. However, perhaps he would have an idea. You could ask him.”
Sanzo looked up and impaled Hakkai with his sharp gaze, “But you are not to tell him
that I’m the one inquiring. Do you understand?”

“Oh! Ah … yes! Of course! Um.” At this point, Hakkai saw the waitress returning with
a second teapot and flashed her a relieved smile. He made a production of taking and
setting the pot down, making sure Sanzo had his tea poured in just the right way, his
mind buzzing over this new bit of information. Sanzo waited impatiently for the pouring
to be done and when the waitress again left them alone, the priest continued with his
instructions.

“I want someplace tasteful, where the women aren’t riddled with disease. Someplace
that will be able to take the care needed in introducing someone to sex for the first
time.” Sanzo paused to take a drink from his cup of tea. Hakkai felt like his face was
frozen in his congenial smile. “When you find this town or city you will let me know
immediately.”

“Oh! Yes, um … of course.”

The two men talked about travel and routes while Sanzo drank his tea. When the monk
finished his pot, he stood and faced the stairs leading up to their rooms. Hakkai
watched, dumfounded, as Sanzo seemed to hesitate, rare indecision bringing a frown
to the blond’s face. Mumbling something about finding a paper, Sanzo turned around
and strode out the inn and into the street. Hakkai grew even more confused as he was
certain Sanzo had already acquired a newspaper before lunch.

Mulling the conversation over in his mind, Hakkai ordered more tea and pulled the map
close, trying to work out a route towards the closest city. One that held the best brothel
around. Um.

***

Sanzo was finally able to retire alone to the room he shared with Goku after the group
finished with dinner. Goku and Gojyo had fought over food throughout the meal and
Sanzo hadn’t been able to eat even the little bit he’d chosen for himself, as he was
busy laying about the two with his fan. He didn’t intend to let Gojyo get overly physical
with his charge; no way was that sick pervert going to cop any cheap feels.

Idiots.

By the end of the meal, Gojyo had finally left, claiming an engagement with a local slut.
Those weren’t the kappa’s exact words but Sanzo knew that’s what he meant. At least,
if the sprite was off whoring after some woman, then Sanzo didn’t have to worry about
Goku.

Entering the room he shared with the saru, he stripped off his robe, armbands, and
shirt. Bare from the waist up, he walked into the bathroom and proceeded to wash up
for the evening. Drying his face, he stared at himself in the mirror.

Why were people so attracted to him? He looked so … different … from everyone else.
His skin was so pale, even with all the sun exposure from riding in Jeep all day long.
His hair wasn’t much darker than his skin and he had never seen anyone else with
eyes his color. Even the shape of his eyes was odd – his lids drooping so far he
looked like he was half asleep. No, he didn’t see why admirers, both male and female,
constantly bothered him.

Goku was another matter. Obviously, Sanzo was going to have a hell of a time keeping
his ward safe from the sick perverts in the world. After all, Goku was beautiful.
Enchanting.

Sexy.

Yes, sexy.

He was able to admit it to himself that he found Goku sexy. But that didn’t mean he
was going to do anything about it. He would help Goku find himself a young woman to
discover intimacy with. He, Sanzo, would take him to a place designed for such things.
As soon as Hakkai found the best brothel with the best prostitutes-

His face frowned in the mirror and he watched his eyes darken. He didn’t like the idea
of Goku going to a prostitute. A bawdy whore. But he couldn’t think of any other way
for Goku to gain knowledge with sexual intercourse while still staying within Sanzo’s
control.

Sighing, he left the bathroom and took residence back at the table he was at when this
whole fiasco started earlier that day, opening a new pack of cigarettes and tapping one
out. Placing it between his lips, he sat there for several long minutes, his lighter in his
hand yet his cigarette unlit, lost in thought. Had he still been staring at himself in a
mirror, he may have noticed how his colorful eyes had grown vague, unfocused on
external things but instead looking inward. Just as his thoughts were focused inward.

He stayed that way, almost in a meditative state, turning over the problem of Goku
becoming sexually aware and active, as the room slowly darkened.

Well over an hour had passed by the time the opening of his door broke him from his
reverie.

“Huh? Sanzo, why are you sitting here in the dark?” Goku snapped on the overhead
light and Sanzo blinked his eyes at the sudden brightness, feeling slightly disoriented.

Opening his mouth to reply, he found his lips stuck to the filter of his cigarette, the
tender skin dried out by the paper. He reached up to gently work off the stick, and his
lighter clattered to the floor as he had also forgotten about its presence in his hand.
Dammit.

“Sanzo?”

Goku’s puzzled voice sounded strangely loud in the room as Sanzo reached down and
picked up his lighter. He found himself at a loss as to what to say to the monkey,
having managed to avoid speaking with him all day. Even now after spending all day,
let alone the past hour, in deep thought he was still at a loss.

Finally pulling the cigarette from his mouth, he turned to face the boy, his tongue
unconsciously making an appearance to touch soothingly at the light sting left behind
from pulling the stuck filter away. He caught how Goku’s eyes dropped to his mouth
and a light flush spread across the tanned face of his ward. Sanzo frowned, not liking
how his own face warmed slightly at the sight. He’d been feeling slightly chilled when
Goku first entered the room but now he was growing warm. For the first time ever he
became self-conscious of his unclothed state in front of the monkey and it irritated him.

“Goku.” He waited until those blindingly bright eyes met his before he continued,
“When we get to a large enough town or city, I’ll see to it that you get the experience
and instruction you’re looking for.” Those bright eyes opened wide and a look of
shocked hope bloomed within the golden depths.

Goku took several quick steps towards him, grinning in excitement. “R – really?
Really? But why wait until the next town? We’re here right now and-“

”Goku!” Sanzo cut off Goku and stopped the boy’s advancement towards him. “We
aren’t going to be doing anything, right now or later. When we reach the right town, I
will take you to a place where you can learn about intimacy and sex.”

“Huh? Take me to some place? What kind of place?” Goku’s look of glowing
anticipation faded away and was replaced by perplexity. Sanzo refused to be
disappointed to see the glow in the saru’s eyes dim slightly.

Sanzo replaced the cigarette that had earlier glued itself to his lips back in his mouth,
clicking the lighter and lighting the end, ignoring how the heated filter felt sensitive to
the abused flesh. He inhaled, the intake of nicotine helping to center him, and pulled
the stick away to explain, “To a place that is designed for…” he waved his cigarette off
to the side, at a momentary loss for words as to how to explain a brothel to Goku, “for,
ah…”

A strange look slowly traveled over Goku’s face and a disbelieving smile crooked a
corner of his mouth, “What are you talking about? I’d almost think you mean to take me
to a whorehouse, Sanzo.” The monkey laughed until he looked closer at Sanzo and
realized that he wasn’t being corrected about his comment. “What? No way! Sanzo,
you can’t be serious!”

Sanzo stayed silent, sprawled in his jeans at the table. He continued to smoke
although it was no longer helping him relax.

“Sanzo! Sanzo!” Goku was suddenly right in front of him and in his face. “Is that what
you meant?”

“Yes, it’s what I meant.” He stabbed out the rest of his smoke and stood up, not liking
the defensive feel he got with Goku’s head higher than his own.

“No!” In his agitation, Goku practically danced around him, “Sanzo, no! I don’t want to
go to some whorehouse. Gojyo goes to places like that!”

“Nevertheless! It’s the best thing I could think of for you to get experience. There, a
woman can show you what kissing is like, along with the other stuff.” He clenched his
teeth to stop the low growl that wanted to rumble out of him at the sudden image of
Goku writhing over a faceless woman that burst into his mind. “I’ll find someplace
tasteful, not like the kind of place Gojyo frequents.”

“Sanzo, Sanzo, no! Please!” Goku’s eyes were beginning to glow again, but this time
it was from the gathering of excess moisture. Sanzo was in no way disturbed by the
prospect of making Goku shed tears. Not at all. “I don’t just want to find out what
kissing … and stuff … is like.” Goku’s tanned fists were clenched tight and held in front
of him, “Well, ok, so maybe I do want to know what that’s like, but not only that! I want
to know what it’s like with you-“

“Urusai!!”

Goku ducked and backed away, likely expecting the strike of Sanzo’s fan, but the monk
kept the folded paper tucked away. Breathing deeply, Sanzo calmed himself down and
turned away, suddenly tired. After a moment, he turned back to the saru, “Go to bed,
Goku. We’ll be leaving early tomorrow. We’ll talk about this later.” He knew he was
taking the coward’s way out in not dealing with this right now but he didn’t care. “Go to
bed.”

“Sa – Sanzo?”

Tired, Sanzo turned to his bed and walked to its side, “Just go to bed, Goku. We’ll talk
later.” Pulling the blankets back, Sanzo slid between them and turned away from his
charge. He ignored the sounds of Goku changing, cleaning up, and sliding between
his own sheets. He didn’t think about Goku wearing nothing but a shirt and boxers,
settling comfortably in bed just a few feet from him.

For the longest time, Sanzo just lay in bed, listening to Goku breathing. He envied the
boy’s ability to fall asleep so easily, murmuring in his sleep. His dreams were
interspersed with thoughts of, strangely, mangos and sticky rice. From what Sanzo
could gather from the mumbled mutterings, the monkey seemed to be dreaming about
trying to spread the stuff over something, then trying to eat it. Sanzo didn’t want to
know anything further about Goku’s dream.

Finally, letting Goku’s muttering and breathing lull him, Sanzo drifted off to sleep. His
dreams jumped around, fragments of images and emotions, until he finally settled on
one scene.

He had a mango in his hand, the waxy skin half green with the other half a blushed red.
He ran his hands over the fruit, caressing it and weighing it in his palm.

“Sanzo Sanzo Sanzo!” Goku’s voice echoed off the walls and Sanzo turned his head to
look at his young charge, falling into a pair of wide blindingly bright eyes that took up
over half his face. His grin took up the other half, his long hair a tangled mess hanging
below his waist. “I’m so hungry, Sanzo! Are you gonna eat that?”

Sanzo stared at his ward for a moment, absorbing his grin and glowing eyes before he
set the mango down on the table and picked up the knife lying there. He made quick
work of cutting up the mango in wedges and, picking up one wedge, he held it out to
Goku. Rather than taking it from him, the boy ate it out of his fingers. Mesmerized by
the point of the tongue that came out to lick at Goku’s sensuous lips, Sanzo held out
another slice.

Goku leaned forward and ate this piece, also, but instead of pulling his hand away,
Sanzo traced his fingers over Goku’s wide lips then slipped a finger inside. Goku
grabbed his wrist and sucked on his finger, cupping his tongue along the length. Sanzo
breathed in deep and stepped closer, resting his other hand on top of Goku’s head,
caressing the now short spikes sticking up above his coronet. The still glowing eyes
washed him in a warm bath of comfort.

He pulled the teenager closer to him and the dream shifted. Suddenly, he found
himself flat on his back, naked, with the hard naked body of Goku sprawled over him.
Lust erupted through him, a volcano of heat and hunger that he was as helpless to stop
as a real volcanic eruption. And just as intense. There was no build-up, no slow boil,
just a sudden blast of need taking control of his body. He arched up into the monkey, a
low moan purring from his throat.

He writhed under the weight of his ward, half formed words of pleasure stuttering from
his mouth. He ran his hands over the saru’s velvety skin and rubbed his erection along
Goku’s hard length. A harder moan was dragged out of him from the hot contact.

Goku…

He threw his head back and arched up again, thrusting against the heat of his ward.
His moans were becoming rough, abandoned groans.

Goku moved downward, his mouth trailing lava over his chest, his nipples, his
abdomen.

Goku…

He felt Goku’s hands slide over his ass and part his cheeks. His erection pulsed as he
felt Goku’s humid breath bathe his cock, promising what Sanzo wouldn’t let himself
want while he was awake.

Yes, Goku…

The monkey breathed damp air over the head of his dick, burning through his foreskin
while a nimble finger teased at his puckered opening. He felt a hand reach down and
grab the base of his cock, lifting it up to bump against soft lips. He lifted his head to
watch, his breathing coming in excited pants, his body straining for Goku to suck him.
He wanted that mouth swallowing his cock and he wanted that finger sinking deep into
him. He bucked up, getting closer to Goku’s mouth but farther away from his finger.
Thrusting back to the finger only accomplished moving away from the heat of Goku’s
mouth. He ignored the choked whimper he heard come from his own mouth.

He twisted, contorted, confused as to how to get the monkey to stop teasing him. He
knew the sounds he was making sounded needy but he couldn’t be bothered by that. If
begging was what was needed, then he would pay that price.

Goku! Plea-

Sanzo jerked awake, his body shaking and drawn tight, his breathing harsh and erratic.
He didn’t understand why he felt so bereft and alone, when just seconds ago Goku was
about to suck him off. A little awareness trickled in as he recognized the inn room he
shared with the saru. His jeans were excruciatingly tight as the erection from his dream
obviously carried over into his waking world. Still struggling to fully wake, he sat up
and swung his legs around, placing his feet on the floor.

The dim light from the moon was enough to see Goku, sleeping in only his boxers, on
the other bed. The blankets were twisted around him, evidence to the amount of
moving around the boy typically did in his sleep. Sanzo stood and took several
stumbling steps towards the slumbering demon, only to finally come fully awake
realizing he was about to fall on his charge and continue his dream.

Sanzo froze, immobile, while his body still throbbed, starved for the boy currently
sleeping. Goku was on his back, his upper body bare. His chest rose and fell
rhythmically, raising and lowering the one hand resting there, one finger a bare inch
from a naked, brown nipple. Sanzo’s eyes traveled lower, over tight abs and an
alluring navel.

His paralysis almost broke as a desire to dip his tongue into that dimple almost drove
the little bit of sane thought from his mind.

Forcing himself to back away from Goku’s slumbering form, he stumbled into the
bathroom and quietly shut the door behind him. He again found himself leaning against
the sink, now in the pitch black of the room.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. He leaned there, breathing heavy and aching with arousal. Fuck.

Needing relief, he opened his jeans and wrapped his fist around his erection,
squeezing hard before slowly sliding his hand up and down the length. The only light
showing in the tiny room was a strip under the door that wasn’t as black as the rest of
the room.

His dream still fairly fresh in his mind and blanketed in the black void of the room,
Sanzo let himself fantasize. He let himself imagine Goku’s hungry mouth sliding down
his cock. His hand was dry rather than the wet suction of a mouth but a shudder still
racked his frame from the touch. He pumped his hips into his clenched fist, his other
hand gripping the sink, his knuckles white.

Towards the end he didn’t really know if his eyes were opened or closed, but a blinding
white explosion rocked the floor under his feet and ripped the strength from his knees.
He was gasping, his breathing harsh from the most intense orgasm he’d ever given
himself as he barely stood, holding on to the sink with his body shaking.

Oh, fuck.

He let his body slowly sink to his knees, his hand still gripping the sink and his head
lowered, his breath still ragged. He didn’t know how long he knelt like that but he didn’t
think it was more than five or six minutes. As his breathing evened out, he finally stood
back up, only now wondering about the mess he must have made.

Dammit. Fuck.

He couldn’t seem to form anything more complex than curses as he realized he had to
turn on the light and face the glaring reality of what he had done, in order to clean the
evidence so Goku wouldn’t find it in the morning.

Dammit.

TBC
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