One Shot Smut

Sanzo sat on the wide window ledge, staring up and out at the moon. The evening was clear, cloud free and covered over in the icy cold light coming from that moon. Slowly, he brought a cigarette to his lips, sucked the nicotine in greedily, held it, and then released it reluctantly when his lungs began to protest. He felt like shit.

It wasn't raining. They weren't expecting any sign of rain at all for a few days. This was just one of those times where he honestly was tired of everything. Tired of traveling day in and day out, tired of sleeping in seedy inns, or outside if a seedy inn wasn't available. Tired of the same arguements over and over... jus so fucking tired! Too tired to even go to sleep. Everything was going to repeat itself in the morning. It was always the same. Always.

Not always.

He opened his eyes slowly, until they were pale glittering slits of light in the darkness. No, not always. One thing had changed, and it had surprised him no end when it did. The next hit he took was a little more rushed as his gaze drifted over to the bed where the snores were coming from. Goku. That's what was different. Goku had made things different, and thinking about it made his stomach jerk a little in response.

It had been a night like this, actually. Sanzo skipped dinner and stayed in their room, staring out much like he was now. Goku had come in to check on him. He should have known something was up when the boy came over and touched his hand cautiously. When he hadn't argued the touch, Goku did the last thing he'd ever have expected. The little bastard leaned in and kissed him, full out on the lips. A gentle touch, light and surprisingly nice. Goku did it as he did many things; act first, think later. The kiss lingered ever so slightly, just the simple press of lips, but it was enough to make them both open their eyes wide, both of them surprised as all hell about it.

Goku had broken away before Sanzo could even think to react, a pleased little smile forming as he continued to pet Sanzo's hand like he was a dog.

"What the hell was that for?"

"I was just tryin' to make you feel better!"

"Hmph... whatever."

Sanzo sighed, rubbing his eyes as the headache decided to press even harder against his skull, trying to force it's way out through whatever means possible. Gods... it had taken him a few minutes to realize several things after that one kiss. First, he was pretty damn sure Goku had never kissed anyone, yet alone a man. Second, he had never really looked at Goku as an object of sex before then, but afterward his cock had practically screamed for him to jerk off and do it now. Third... the headache was gone.

That had been more surprising than anything else. The headache had vanished for a split second under those thin, soft lips. It had been the first time in years that something other than aspirin worked for the migraines. This shocking realization lasted only for a few more seconds before he noticed the physical condition his body was in and went to take care of it in the shower. Goku had very wisely not said shit about his sudden departure from the room.

Damn it, it had only been one kiss, one chaste pressing of mouths together! Why did he go to bed that night wishing Hakkai had traded places with Goku? Why did he envision warm skin, slightly more golden in tone than his own, sliding under him, wide golden eyes glowing with lust as he pounded away at a tight, hot...

Stop it! Sanzo leaned his head back against the window, trying to force the feelings back down. His jeans were cutting hard into his erection. If he shifted anyway except to lower his leg it would bring pain, and he wasn't a masochist, no matter what Gojyo said. Then again, wasn't he the one who practically ordered Goku to sleep in his room? What did he expect, that Goku would do the same thing again? That had happened months ago, and Goku hadn't made any further overtures to him in that time. Nothing to hint that maybe the boy wanted to take that kiss further, maybe see how much of Sanzo's tongue he could swallow. The idea of making Goku scream something other than 'I'm hungry' was a very appealing one.

His eyes jerked open when he felt rough fingers pet his hair, starting near his cheek and running back. Goku was standing close to him, watching him with almost no sign of what he was feeling on his face. Unfortunately, those eyes of his were the window to his simple mind. He could see clearly, without the aid of their unique bond, that Goku was trying to be careful and not to scare him. He could also see that the boy definately wouldn't mind more, if the erection tenting his boxers was any indication. He was just afraid. Of what, Sanzo's reaction to him? Hell, the hadn't objected the first time around! Why would he object to Goku now?

"Sanzo?" Goku asked, voice soft and grated, like he was having trouble speaking. The fear was naked in his voice, fear that Sanzo would push him away.
Sanzo did about the one thing he could in his sitting position to let him know that wasn't the case. He turned his cheek in slightly to that hand, brushing lips over the calloused palm without actually kissing it. His eyes were all for Goku, watching as the boy bit his lower lip, something suspiciously like a goofy grin threatening to break through on his cheeks.

"Sanzo... I... I'm sorry. I mean, not about this... I mean..."

"Shut up."

Goku grinned, his golden eyes flaring up to mirror that same joy. "Okay. I wanna make you feel better." He was repeating the line he'd used when the idea of bending Goku over the side of the bed and fucking him had first surfaced. It was his way of asking whether or not it would be okay to repeat that kiss.

Sighing and grinding his cigarette out against the wall, Sanzo swung his one leg down so that he was half sitting in front of the boy, nearly eye level now. His cock was straining hard against his jeans, hidden still under his robes. Goku's hand had fallen away from his cheek, leaving them staring at each other for a long time, untouching. Golden eyes darkened to a richer shade closer to bronze the longer they stared at each other. All other emotions were running away as the lust began to fill his gaze, rapidly taking over. Gods, it was even more beautiful than he'd imagined, watching that very mature look come over Goku's face. Such exotic contrasts on such a small person, he mused, surprised he hadn't noticed before. Sharp bones peeking through, hard muscles making long, elegant lines beneath soft skin. Hair that wasn't exactly a solid shade of brown but had tones of auburn and gold through it, not as soft as it looked. He ran his fingers back through it, palm brushing against the diadem circling his head. A little courser, not quite animal fur course, but somewhere in between. Thick, nearly black lashes surrounding those amazing golden orbs, drawing attention to them, giving what would have been deemed an innocent face a more intoxicating flare.

Hand still fisted in Goku's hair, Sanzo pulled him forward, using only light force when Goku hesitated. "If you're going to to this, don't you dare stop. Don't hesitate, and don't stop. If you hesitate, you obviously don't want this. If you stop once you've started, then I'll kill you. Is that clear?"

Goku licked his lips nervously, but nodded. "Yeah. I won't, I promise."

"Good." He brought his mouth down over Goku's to kiss him hard, pushing surprised lips open with his tongue. It took Goku a second to orient himself before a shudder and a desperate moan came from his throat and spilled into Sanzo's mouth as his tongue fought back, twisting and straining against his own tongue. Both the boy's hands were resting on his thighs, fingers digging into the silk of his robes to keep from going any further in their explorations. Right then, it was about kissing, tasting each other, drinking in the sounds and textures of the other's mouth. He could taste the mint from Goku's toothpaste, taste the candy he'd snuck after he'd brushed his teeth. He could feel the slick, velvet movements of another tongue swirling around his, chasing back into his mouth as he retreated. Goku's breathing escalated, little moans coming on every other breath as he angled his head to try and take more of Sanzo's tongue into his mouth.

This was what he'd wanted. Since that first innocent kiss, this was what he'd fantasized about in the shower almost every damn morning. Goku, like this, kissing him back with equal force. Goku's body pressed close to his, rubbing against the front of him with his hands still gripping his thighs hard. Sanzo unwound his fingers from thick, brownish hair, still maintaining the hard kiss as he removed the sutra from his shoulders, rolling it neatly before setting it as far as he could reach while still maintaining body and lip contact.

Goku had the fringed, leather chest guard off and on the floor as soon as the sutra was gone, knowing that was the only thing Sanzo would remove himself. Sanzo sat back and watched as Goku tugged on the knotted belt around his waist, fingers slipping in their haste to get the robes open. Little moans were coming with every breath from the boy's throat, making Sanzo's own throat fight not to moan in response, not yet.

Once the robe was open but left on, Goku smiled, pleased with his handiwork before he began working the belt free from Sanzo's jeans. He was attacking the clothing like wrapping paper on a present, all eager zeal and impatience to get to what was beneath. The zipper was practically ripped downward, the usually low grating sound higher pitced from the speed. Nimble fingers quickly moved into the open space, dipping into his boxers to start exploring the burning flesh hidden from sight still. Sanzo tipped his head back against the glass, drinking in the delicious feel of hands on his cock. Not squeezing, just pressing firmly and rubbing the length of him in unhurried movements. Gods, this was exactly what he'd wanted since that first little kiss. Goku's hands wrapping around him, stroking hard... no, his mouth. Yes... that was what he really wanted. He grabbed a handful of hair again, using very little force to push Goku down in front of him, on his knees. Staring down on the boy like that sent a painful throb right through his dick and finally brought a small whine from his own throat.

Wide, golden eyes flashed up to him, confused. "Sanzo...?"

"You wanted to make me feel better. Start sucking," Sanzo answered, his voice barely above a harsh whisper. He didn't give a damn about Goku's lack of experience on the matter. It was the visual of glowing golden eyes staring up at him while a wide mouth sucked him down that was the turn on.

Goku licked his lips again, a deliciously innocent expression that made his dick jump in response. Normally, Sanzo liked his partners older than the nineteen-year-old, but he couldn't drive out the overwhelming images of watching his cock disappear into that mouth, which usually was screaming or eating. Or both at the same time, depending on whether or not Gojyo was stealing his food. Having it silenced with his cock was too good to pass up. He watched, fingers still wrapped in Goku's hair, as the boy pushed his jeans down further, just enough to expose his silk boxers to the air, his erection pushing the fabric out and a dark stain showing where the precome had soaked through. The boxers went down too, only to about mid thigh with his jeans. Tonight wasn't about plunging into a tight, hot ass. Tonight was about making him feel better as Goku took him in, fucked him with his mouth. He licked his dry lips in anticipation of this action, restraining himself from trying to push the boy closer in encouragement. As much as he wanted this, he wouldn't push Goku faster than he was willing to go with his first blow job.

Sanzo watched, unable to look away as Goku leaned in closer, licking his lips again before slowly opening his mouth around the head of his cock. He knew the boy hadn't ever done this before. He masturbated, yes, but this... not once. His cock was going to be the very first one in that mouth. An excited groan broke free as Goku's mouth, still a little dry, slid further down his shaft... until he hit the back of Goku's mouth and the boy drew back with a light choke. He only had time to suck down a sharp hiss of breath before Goku quickly swallowed his length again, making happy, eager sounds that sent ripples of pleasure through his body. Sanzo's head hit the glass again as his hips shifted, trying to encourage the boy to take more of his dick into his mouth. Shit... gods... FUCK! It was hot and wet and...

Using the grip on his hair, Sanzo showed him what he wanted, moving him up and down his length in a quick motion. Goku caught on swiftly, his mouth growing wetter and hotter the more he worked Sanzo's flesh, sending tingles of burning sensation up his spine. Every bob of Goku's head was met with a subtle thrust of his hips and gasps of pleasure that came effortlessly from his throat. He stared into eyes so dark they were brown, drowning in pleasure as Goku gained more confidence and began sucking harder and faster, causing Sanzo's hips to jerk roughly into that mouth. He couldn't be careful any longer, not with the way the kid was attacking his cock so deliciously. Sanzo refused to look away, watching as his hard flesh disappeared between lips now pink with the friction of skin on skin. He watched as his cock, glistening with Goku's spit, slid in and out, in and out, over and over, making his balls ache with the need to come, the need to spill himself into that mouth, that tight, wet...

Sanzo let out a low cry, his fingers curling harder into Goku's hair, eyes finally squeezing shut as the orgasm began to build, low in his stomach, a heat almost unbearable, numbing everything but the way Goku's moans thrummed through his cock, making him gasp louder, hips pushing hard to seek more of what he offered. Numbing him so completely to everything except this pleasure, this absolute... "Ah... gods, Goku!"

He felt it break then, the numbness, flooding him over like water from a dam. It opened the link between them until he could feel what Goku was feeling, feel the climax move down his cock inside that mouth, feel what it was like to have something so hard and soft at the same time slipping in and out of his mouth. He could taste the saltiness of his seed the way Goku tasted it, the thickness of the fluid as it was quickly swallowed back. Sanzo had known that Goku was jerking himself off the entire time he'd been sucking his cock, but now he could feel it, the grip hard, thumb pressing down across the top, slipping up and over to tease the slit, spreading the fluids there across aching flesh. Almost there... almost...

He started to come again, nearly falling to the floor as he experienced Goku's orgasm, felt the boy's mouth release his cock and let out a deep moan, forehead pressed into his hip. Sanzo's hand slipped down to his own cock, finishing the orgasm, splashing white down Goku's back shortly before his legs gave out and he hit the floor, robe open and pooling around them. Goku fell forward, his seed hitting the floor before he collapsed against Sanzo, shivering with the intensity of it.

They lay that way for a while, Sanzo running his fingers up and down Goku's back, carefully avoiding the rapidly cooling white mess on his skin, still basking in the triple dose of pleasure he'd received. He wasn't sure what was hotter; Goku going down on him or feeling what it was like through Goku's mind. He fumbled his hand to the window ledge, finding his cigarettes and lighting one before he dropped his arm back around Goku's shoulders. Goku was stretched out between his legs on his side, head resting on his chest and completely reluctant to move.

"Sanzo?" he asked hoarsely, clearing a throat made sore from having a cock shoved all the way down there.

"Yes?"

"Can we... can we do this again? You know, make you feel better?"

Sanzo took a hit, held it and then released it slowly as he stared down into hopeful golden eyes. "Yeah, tomorrow night. I'm going to be sick tomorrow night as well."