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Chapter 5 – Heaven’s God of War

“Urusai! I’ll kill you both!”

Lashing about the back of the jeep heavily with his harisen, Sanzo uncannily kept his balance as he
stood facing the two miscreants who had gotten out of control once again with their arguing. He had
one knee on his seat and one hand gripping the back of it, his left arm swinging wildly yet accurately
at Goku and Gojyo, his body shifting its weight in instinctive response to the movements of the jeep.
“If I hear one more word out of either of you, I swear I’ll leave both your ignorant corpses here to feed
the other vermin littering the roadside!”

Staring angrily at the two idiots, he finally subsided, feeling satisfied that he had sufficiently cowed
them for the time being. He swung back around and sat down, ignoring Hakkai’s laugh and comment
as to the energy of the other two ‘kids’.

However, a scarce minute later, he heard Gojyo’s quiet jibe, “Heh, he called you vermin.”

Of course Goku responded, “Yeah? Well, he called you vermin, too.”

“You don’t even know what vermin means.”

“I don’t have to know. If Sanzo called you one, it’s definitely an insult. Vermin.” Rapidly, the
argument recommenced and had Sanzo swinging around again, this time with his gun.

“Gods fucking dammit! You really do want to die, don’t you?” He swung his gun back and forth
between the two empty headed idiots. They were now babbling about behaving, their arms up and
covering their heads for protection. Figuring blowing their brains out wouldn’t really change anything,
since they were already brainless, Sanzo still fired a bullet over their cowed heads in warning before
tucking the gun back into his robes. He sat back down, placing an unlit cigarette between his lips.
Idiots.

This time the two in back apparently took his warning seriously, as they subdued their arguing, and
peace finally descended over the rambling jeep. As things quieted down, Sanzo found his thoughts
turning to Goku, as they had so many times since they had left town two days ago.

He’d made a grave mistake.

Every single kiss on the mouth he had been forced to endure in his life – and there had been
blessedly few – had been the fastest way to shut his ardor down. The smell of someone else’s breath
and the taste of their saliva intermingling with his own had been revolting. Repulsive. Kissing Goku
was supposed to reiterate this. It was meant to douse this irrational obsession he had for his ward in
ice cold water.

Kissing Goku should have been distasteful. Offensive. But at the first touch of the saru’s lips on his,
he’d been overwhelmed by sensations foreign to him in the sense that he had never felt them from a
kiss before. Those sensations had been far from distasteful or offensive. Or even revolting. They
made him take the kiss to actually sliding his tongue into the monkey’s mouth, sure that the feel of
Goku’s tongue on his would repulse him to the degree needed to push the boy away.

It didn’t work.

Instead, for two days the memory had been replaying itself in his mind. He could almost imagine he
could still taste Goku on his tongue and feel the saru’s lips working against his own. It didn’t make
sense. Goku hadn’t even brushed his teeth yet that morning; his mouth should have been rancid, not
earthy and stable and reminding him of expensive, barrel-aged brandy. And, he was finding, about
as addictive as alcohol. He unconsciously caressed the filter of his cigarette with his tongue as if he
were caressing Goku’s tongue instead.

That kiss simply emphasized how weak he was. Weak, and a coward. He was ashamed at how he
had fled the hotel room within sight of his companions. Fleeing from the fear that he would not be
able to resist the carnal feast Goku was innocently tempting him with.

He glanced into the side mirror and found the reflection of his ward staring blindly at the roadside, a
stupid smile curving his lips and a dazed look to his golden eyes. It was a common expression for the
saru these two days past and Sanzo sighed, resigned. Just as he had learned to expect, he soon
heard the saru’s call - now taking on a possessive, hungry quality as it had since the kiss. It had also
grown much stronger. He grew angry as he felt his body respond, growing aroused and craving the
idiot monkey.

He’d been trying to block the call, erecting barriers to keep himself from getting a hard-on whenever
Goku’s longing triggered the summons, but so far his success has been minimal. The damn monkey
wanted to get laid and Sanzo was slowly going insane. He had to find the idiot a brothel, and soon,
before his own control broke.

He tried to turn away from his ward’s reflection in the mirror and only managed to pull his eyes away
from the saru’s face to his hand, the fingers resting just below the boy’s shoulder with his jaw
balanced on top of the wrist. He knew that hand was smaller than his, the fingers shorter but thicker,
probably because of wielding his nyoi-bo. Then again, his whole body was compact and strong.

Visually tracing the reflection of Goku’s hand, his mind imagined those fingers traveling over his skin,
slipping between the warm cheeks of his ass and sinking one of those thick digits inside him. He
shifted slightly in his seat as he watched Goku’s image in the mirror, captivated, losing himself within
his ward’s reflection and his own imagination. He didn’t consciously notice when the saru’s siren call
stopped. It wasn’t until those golden orbs slowly turned and met his eyes in the mirror, becoming
molten and his smile sultry, that Sanzo - alarmed at being caught staring - was finally able to wrench
his gaze away.

Only to focus on a rockslide blocking their route. “Hakkai!”

But the youkai was already slamming on the brakes, bringing Jeep to a screeching halt.

“What the hell?!”

“Hakkai!”

The voices of Gojyo and Goku cried out from the back as Hakkai brought Jeep to an abrupt stop.
Gojyo actually flew half over Hakkai’s seat, draping himself over the healer’s shoulder and Sanzo felt
Goku’s body slam against the back of his seat. Sanzo braced himself against the dashboard to keep
himself from flying over Jeep’s windshield. He saw that they had missed running headlong into the
slide by mere inches.

Once steadied, Gojyo pulled himself off of Hakkai and sat back, looking at the mountain road behind
them, fairly straight and open. “Fuck, Hakkai. Don’t take me wrong but, do you even watch where
you’re driving or is it all up to Hakuryuu not to run us into anything?”

“Hakuryuu’s not doing so good at that either,” Goku mumbled, peeling himself off the back of Sanzo’s
seat. Hakuryuu kyuu’ed in protest and Hakkai ran a soothing hand over the dash, his smile hard and
a bit offended.

The loud crashing sound of falling rock stopped any further remarks as all eyes were turned to the
road behind them, where more rocks were falling and obliterating the road they had just traveled.

A low chuckle brought their attentions to a black-haired god sprawled at the top of the first rockslide.
“I see you’ve encountered the trap set here for you. I trust you are not harmed, Son Goku?”

Instantly, all four men in the jeep were on alert. Sanzo’s shoureijuu was gripped tight in his hand and
he glared at the War Prince, Homura, his dislike of the god rising instantly to the surface.

Hakkai was the first to speak, “Are you the cause of this rockslide?” he demanded. He readied a ball
of chi, Although whether for offense or defense was yet to be seen.

“Me? Surely, Field Marshal Tenpou, you’d think me a better strategist than that?” Homura smiled,
his mismatched eyes straying to Goku. “When I come to collect what I want, I won’t use such
underhanded means. I’ll just come and take him.”

A low growling sound, along with the cocking of a gun, came from the front passenger seat of the
jeep, “Fucking son of a bitch.”

Homura frowned at Sanzo’s choice of words and the others in the jeep mimicked Homura’s
expression, confused as to why the monk would react so to the war god’s comment. Sanzo rarely let
Homura’s words rile him.

“Sanzo?” Hakkai questioned the monk.

“Genjo Sanzo! Prepare to meet your doom!”

All heads now turned to the left, with the exception of Homura’s, who’s head turned to the right as he
was stationed opposite the ikkou, to observe the fairly large group of youkai lying in ambush.

“Heh, he actually said, ‘Prepare to meet your doom’. How lame is that?” Goku’s derogatory tone
brought a laugh to Hakkai who turned his head to smile at Goku. Sanzo quieted as he assessed the
situation, his eyes returning to what he considered the greater threat – Homura. But Homura wasn’t
looking at him; he was watching the boy seated behind him.

Goku.

“I think there is where you will find the cause of the road block,” the war god’s silky timbre grated on
Sanzo’s nerves as Homura gestured to the demons.

Out of the corner of his eye, Sanzo could see the leader of the latest group of incompetent assassins
stand straighter as he tried to back up his earlier comment, “Your journey ends here, Priest! We will
take your sutra and leave your lifeless corpse for the scavengers to feed on. Die!”

“Die!” the rest of the demons screamed as the horde surged forward.

Sanzo missed the similarity to his own comment to the boys in the back minutes ago as he stared
hard at the god. He wasn’t aware of how antagonistic his stance was as he vaguely noticed his
companions scrambling out of the jeep.

Finally, Homura’s gaze locked on his own and the god smiled, “Are you capable of taking care of this
little challenge, Konzen? I’m curious to see how you manage.”

Sanzo realized he was growling low in his throat and swung his gun toward the charging demons,
climbing out of the jeep as he fired. The others were already deep in the fighting.

Homura had an interest in Goku. An interest consisting of more than just his charge’s spiritual power.
Sanzo knew that that sick god would drag Goku off to his bed if given the chance. An image of Goku,
naked and lying on a bed, draped in a long heavy chain, flashed to mind.

Fucking pedophile. Goku was just a brat kid. What was wrong with that sick asshole that he could
harbor such-

Sanzo’s thoughts were suddenly cut off as he realized that he harbored the same desires that the
‘sick’ war god harbored. He was the ‘fucking pedophile’. Son of a bitch.

Goku’s joyous shout returned Sanzo’s attention to the battle. If he didn’t start concentrating on the
demon horde, then the others would gather a higher death count than him.

Unacceptable.

He spat out his cigarette and picked out a demon close to Gojyo, shooting his bullet cutting through
red strands of hair before it dissolved the enemy youkai.

“Fuck! Son of a bitch, Sanzo! Watch where you’re shooting that thing!” Gojyo cried out. Sanzo
replied by popping off four more rounds, killing four more demons Gojyo was engaged with and
stealing the kills from him. “Dammit, Monk!”

Sanzo paused briefly to reload. His mind seething with conflicting emotions, he ended the life of
another demon, then swung around and emptied his gun straight at Homura. Blurred ripples radiated
out from the points of impact, briefly obliterating the dark haired god and drawing those mismatched
eyes his way - but away from Goku. The god tilted his head to the side, as if inquiring as to what it
was Sanzo wanted with him.

Sanzo actually took a couple of steps towards the war god, the raven-haired man smiling invitingly as
if they were about to engage in a woman’s tea party. Scowling ferociously, he popped out the spent
shells in his gun and loaded new ones. He didn’t care if his bullets were ineffective (ok, he did care,
but he always felt better after shooting a few) but he fully intended to drive this threat away.

Until a large pointy-eared demon scrambled into his path blocking him from the god. Vaguely noting
the diamond marking under the demon’s left eye and the long knife he wielded, he fired and
disintegrated the youkai. Another rapidly took his place and he fired again, finally admitting that he
needed to deal with the youkai before confronting the god.

He let himself fall into the rhythm of aim, shoot, reload as he decimated the attacking youkai, stealing
Gojyo’s kills whenever he could. Just because he was protecting himself from attackers while
keeping an eye on the seductive war prince doesn’t mean he couldn’t multi-task well enough to
aggravate the erokappa too. He was good like that.

Before long, the horde was dispatched and the sound of clapping hands brought their attentions back
to the reclining god, who’d rested at his leisure, observing the battle. “That was quite well done. You
fought superbly, Son Goku. But then you usually do. Have you yet grown strong enough to battle
me?”

“We can find out right now!” Goku gripped his nyoi-bo and challenged the war god, not seeming in
the least bit tired from the recent battle. Homura smirked and trailed his eyes over Goku’s aggressive
stance and Sanzo rapidly reloaded his gun, practically snarling.

“Another time, Son Goku. When you are not so battle weary.” With a final smile and a knowing look
at Sanzo, the god phased out and disappeared.

“Son of a bitch.” The words were spoken softly, but the monk’s voice held more venom than the
deadliest viper.

The demons dead and Homura gone, the group had nothing more to do than scale the rock slide and
continue their journey. After they were back inside Jeep and on their way, Gojyo leaned forward to
say to Sanzo, “Getting greedy monk? Starting to want things that don’t belong to you?”

Sanzo froze, thinking Gojyo had learned about his obsession over the saru.

“Those demons were mine. You had no business taking them out.”

The blond relaxed, “Perhaps you should try to be faster. You know, like when you’re screwing some
desperate whore.” He fished out his pack of smokes and shook a stick out to replace the one lost in
the fight.

“Hey!” Gojyo grabbed the side of Sanzo’s seat, shoving Goku over, and leaned into the front to look
the monk in the face. “I’ll have you know women enjoy my company, and not because they’re
desperate. And they’re ladies, not whores.”

Sanzo stared at him a moment, then smirked and looked away. Gojyo frowned, thinking. When it hit
him, his eyes went wide and he yelled, “And I always take the time to make sure they finish first!”

The sound of Goku laughing faded away as the ikkou drove off.

***

Later, after they’d stopped for the day and decided to make camp - seeing as the next town was still a
day away - Sanzo wandered off to have a smoke and get a little peace and quiet. They’d camped by
a river pool and the priest walked to the opposite side of the pool into the surrounding forest, lighting
up a smoke. He pulled strong on the cigarette, his frustration coming through as he smoked the stick
down. He needed to make decisions, to take action, and fix this whole mess.

Staring blindly into the trees, Sanzo smoked in silence and, when done with the cigarette,
extinguished it under the sole of his boot. His sandals were packed away; the rough terrain they’d
entered making them unsuitable and his toes felt strangely bereft with the feel of his big toe encased
in a tabi sock but without the cord of his sandal slipped in.

His eyes traveled up the mountainside. He needed to decide whether to take the road that circled
around the mountain range they were faced with - which would take them weeks longer - or to take
the high road over the mountains. Apparently, many of the towns and villages had been overtaken by
youkai the higher up the mountain they went, as was evident by their earlier confrontation. When he
returned to the camp, he meant to speak again with Hakkai about their route and also about the
towns, specifically about whether he’d figured out which town or city held the brothel he was looking
for.

He considered lighting another cigarette, when he became aware of the road’s dirt clinging to his skin.
The battle earlier also contributed to the grime coating him and he suddenly had a need to get clean.

Deciding to take a soak in the river pool they were camped by before returning to camp, he walked to
the farthest spot from their site, wanting privacy. He was just about to step clear of the trees toward
the spring when movement caught his eye. Pausing, he spied Goku’s head and upper body
emerging from the water. He huffed and almost turned away but rivulets of water streaming over
bronzed skin caught his attention.

Goku hadn’t noticed him so he stayed, concealed within the undergrowth and trees. He told himself
that he was simply waiting to see if the saru was leaving so he could take his turn, that he wasn’t
caressing his eyes over the toned body slowly emerging from the water, all wet and glistening.
Goku’s hair was plastered dark against his head and the boy reached up and brushed away his
bangs, showing the coronet in a burnished crown around his skull.

Goku was walking off to the right of him, towards the rocks and shallows, and Sanzo watched that
compact, powerful body slowly bare itself before his very eyes. Sanzo was not hoping the boy was
naked. Not at all.

After all, he’d seen Goku naked before. Many times. Even before this bothersome trip, where the
group had been forced into such close quarters, he and Goku had shared the baths at the monastery
many times. He could easily remain unaffected by the unexpected display.

However, as soon as the saru emerged enough to show that he was, indeed, very naked, Sanzo
sighed. He watched as Goku waded up to one of the larger rock formations sprouting up from the
spring, where the water was only as deep as the boy’s mid-thigh. There he paused. His head slowly
turned to assess the surrounding landscape and the tilt of his chin told Sanzo he was sniffing the air.
Alarmed, Sanzo checked the air current and determined himself to thankfully be downwind of the
monkey.

Nevertheless, he was leaving right now. He was not going to stand here and spy on his ward,
absolutely not. He did not have any interest in what his ward may look like as nature made him. Not
one bit.

He watched as Goku leaned back comfortably against the rock. His head still turned to scan the
area, apparently concentrating primarily in the direction they were camped, when he reached down
and cupped himself. Sanzo’s breath caught, trapped in his lungs, as he realized what Goku was
about to do.

That’s it. I am not going to play at some sick peeping tom pervert and watch Goku jerk himself off.
I’m leaving right now!

And he moved away – to the side so that he had a slightly better view.

This is ridiculous. How could that idiot monkey just stand there masturbating where anyone could
come upon him? Fuck! We’d just run into Homura earlier today. That immoral war god would be all
over Goku like Gojyo on a whore if he were to see this! Shit, Gojyo could even come by! He quickly
scanned the trees, his ears listening intently for the clink of chains while his eyes scanned for a flash
of red hair.

A quiet sound from Goku drew his attention back to his ward. One hand rested on the rock at his
back as Goku’s other hand stroked up and down his erect cock. Sanzo was impressed at what he
was seeing. An erection behind a pair of tented shorts did not, apparently, show enough to give an
accurate judgment of size. If Sanzo needed more proof over whether or not Goku was still a kid, he
had it now.

The youth rested against the rock, his expression showing pleasure and longing. Sanzo had time to
form one thought, Oh, shit!, before the monkey’s call hit him face on. He staggered a step back and
his body tightened instantly, growing aroused and hungry. Starved. He reached up to wipe the
beads of sweat from his upper lip and spared a quick glance to his hand. He was instantly disgusted
with himself; why would he worry about getting a nosebleed from watching Goku pleasure himself?
But there was nothing there but the clear dampness of sweat.

He turned his eyes back to Goku. The boy – no, not a boy any longer – the young man didn’t seem
to be in any hurry, his hand lazily stroking up and down the hard length in his grip. Sanzo took
another step back and came up against a tree directly behind him. His breathing was already
growing strained and Sanzo gripped himself through his robes, trying to ease the ache of his sudden
erection. Glancing around at his own surroundings, he gave in to impulse and parted his robes,
exposing the front of his jeans. He made short work of the button front and, within seconds, had his
throbbing length gripped firmly in his own hand.

He matched his strokes to Goku’s. A feeling of guilt flowed over him, knowing he was doing the
forbidden. This wasn’t some dark bathroom in the middle of the night. It was out in the open, in the
light of day, and Sanzo finally accepted the fact that he wanted his charge’s body.

But wanting and taking were two totally different things. Goku should be kept pure. Innocent. And
Sanzo knew that if he stripped off his clothes and waded out to Goku right now, the monkey would
accept him with open arms. He reached behind himself and gripped the tree he was leaning against
to keep himself from doing just that because he could already feel the cool imaginary water lapping at
his legs and thighs as he crowded Goku’s tanned, compact body against that rock and pressed his
own naked, aroused body tight to him. The imagery drove his passion higher and he thrust hard into
his fist as Goku’s siren call sang to him ever louder.

His eyes flicked from Goku’s face to his massaged cock as he kept himself in rhythm with Goku. His
passion wanted to speed up the caress of his fingers over the heated length of his cock but he forced
himself to match Goku - his punishment for doing this in the first place. Once again.

Even though he’d seen Goku naked before, he’d never seen him aroused, and he found himself
analyzing Goku’s cock, as much as he could see from several yards away through the saru’s fist.

It was perfect.

He wanted that hard length stroking within the cleft of his ass, rubbing against the sensitive nerves
rimming his opening. Pressing in.

His ass clenched in response to his wishful thoughts and his hand gripped his cock harder, his
forefinger caressing the hypersensitive seam at the underside, imagining Goku’s cock sinking into
him. He panted through what would have been a moan, staying as quiet as he could. Goku’s head
was constantly swaying around, watching his surroundings as he jerked off, and Sanzo mimicked
him, paranoid he’d be caught but unable to stop.

Come on, Goku. Hurry. Speed it up. Sanzo again scanned the trees, Someone could come along
any second.

As if in response to Sanzo’s thoughts, Goku began to pump into his fist, faster and harder. Sanzo
concurred, thrusting into his own fist. His grip on the tree behind him now helped to keep his knees
from buckling as his balls drew up tight to his body and heat pooled hot into the lowest regions of his
belly.

He was now using a fair amount of will power to hold his orgasm back. He wanted to time it with the
saru’s. Thankfully, the monkey was speeding things up more, soft grunts and low moans floating
over the lapping waves to reach his ears. Dimly, he thought Goku needed to learn how to keep his
sounds quiet, but at the moment he was relishing the intonations of pleasure floating to his ears.

He wanted to close his eyes, his head thrown back in abandon as he crested the summit of his
climax, but he resisted. He kept his eyes on Goku, absorbing the sight of that toned, perfect body
undulating in the water, waves licking up over Goku’s thighs and kissing his balls.

Oh, how he envied the stream Goku stood in.

Goku was pumping himself rapidly now, and although his hand was moving too fast for Sanzo to keep
up, still he tried. His gritted his teeth, knowing he was fighting a losing battle.

Come on, Goku. Come, come, come. He started to whisper the order, “Come, Goku,” as he gave in
to his own need to come. He bit down on his lip as the blinding flash overwhelmed him, biting back
his groan of guilty ecstasy. He saw Goku’s back arch and heard the groan he himself refused to
voice issue from the golden youkai. Gasping, he witnessed what looked to be streams of white shoot
out from Goku’s cock and splatter over the water. His own stream of white splattered over the shrubs
and weeds, his hands massaging the last few drops out.

Goku was visibly relaxing, his body reclining sensuously against the hard rock at his back. A smile
graced the youth’s lips as he gazed up into the sky, and the call that had grabbed Sanzo in its grip
finally faded away.

He was able to tear his eyes away from his ward and looked down, only to realize he’d managed to
drip down the front of his robes and onto his right boot.

Fucking son of a bitch!

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