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“I
Know”

by
darthelwig

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Rated NC-17.

I do not own Saiyuki, as is obvious.

SLASH
WARNING! Flamers BEWARE!

This
one is dedicated to GhostHelwig, who bugged me for a smut story. If Sanzo is out
of character, thank Ghost for inspiring it.

Sanzo
and Goku get to experience some alone time together.

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A
Sanzo priest wasn’t supposed to have these kinds of thoughts.

Then
again, a Sanzo priest wasn’t supposed to drink, smoke, swear or kill either…
and this one did all of those things on a regular basis.

Hell,
normal monks weren’t supposed to be doing the things Genjyo Sanzo did.
Then again, he’d never been a normal monk.

All
of which was beside the point.

He wasn’t supposed to be
having these kinds of thoughts.

But
what was supposed to be had no power against the reality of the
situation. Priest Genjyo Sanzo was horny as hell and had the evidence to prove
it in spades.

It
didn’t help that his lover was sitting there across from him giving him the
look with eyes that gleamed with mischief even as he joked and argued with
Hakkai and Gojyo.

He
needed to find some alone time with Goku fairly soon or he was certain he would
burst. There would be no stopping it. He just had to have a release.

Being
so close to Goku for days on end with no opportunity to be alone with the young
man was rapidly driving him insane. If it weren’t for this damnable task the
Sanbutsushin had placed before him, he would never have been in this position.
He and Goku could have remained at the temple where, though they still would
have needed to exercise a great deal of discretion, they would have been free
to spend their time doing much more pleasurable things. But life seemed
determined to keep them apart for the moment, and that was something he was
having trouble dealing with. His iron determination had gone a long way in
helping him suppress his sexual urges, but he could only resist for so long
before he became even more homicidal.

He
didn’t care what anyone thought about
it, but having their relationship brought out into the open would have exposed
Goku to a great deal of taunting from their so-called friends and ridicule from the rest of the world. Sanzo would
protect Goku from that if he could. His lover was a sensitive person and while
he could definitely take the pain, there was no reason in Sanzo’s eyes
why he should have to.

But
that didn’t stop Sanzo from wishing he could just wrap his arms around the sexy
teenager and make love to him in front of everyone. They should all be so lucky
as to see Goku naked and writhing in pleasure. The very thought of Goku’s eyes
brimming with need while his skin burned with passion was enough to make Sanzo
wish he was wearing even looser clothing. It was a bit of a tight fit in there
as it was.

He
suppressed a growl and, before anyone else knew what was happening, he was
headed upstairs. He was careful to shift his robes just so to cover the
damning evidence of his arousal as he made his escape.

“Sanzo?”
Hakkai called after him, soft voice just dripping with concern. But the priest
pretended he hadn’t heard anything and kept walking. He wasn’t interested in talking
at the moment.

“Aw,
let him go, Hakkai. He’s no fun anyway,” Gojyo said, eyes focused on the thin
trail of smoke rising from his cigarette. “Maybe now we can have some real
fun.”

Hakkai
simply nodded in acknowledgement, clearly still concerned about their
companion.

“Don’t
worry, Hakkai,” Goku said with a smile. “I’ll go check on him and make sure
he’s okay.” The monkey bounded out of his seat and flew up the stairs after the
monk. Hakkai watched him go, brow furrowed.

“You
know, there’s something odd about those two,” he told Gojyo.

“Yeah,
well, what business is it of ours what they do with their time? We’ve got more important
things to worry about.”

“Oh?”
Hakkai asked, puzzled.

“Yup. Like fleecing those guys over there,” Gojyo said
cheerfully, gesturing to a table across the room which was currently crowded
with men engrossed in a friendly game of poker.

Hakkai
laughed at the predatory look that had appeared in Gojyo’s eyes.

“Sure,
Gojyo. Whatever you say.”

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“Took
you long enough, you stupid monkey,” Sanzo growled as Goku locked the door
behind them.

“Sorry,
but you don’t want them getting suspicious, do you? Even Gojyo isn’t that dumb,”
Goku replied as Sanzo approached him, looking menacing. A broad grin split the
monkey’s face as he watched his lover advance, relishing the opportunity to
gently tease him while his mind was obviously on other things.

Sanzo
leaned down and their lips met, tongues dancing as they rediscovered each
other.

This
was what Sanzo had been unable to resist from the beginning… the heat, the
passion, the burning need. Nothing else made him feel as alive. Nothing else
could truly make him feel. His heart
had been cold for so long, now it craved Goku’s searing touch.

Goku’s
strong fingers were tangled in his hair, holding him close. Sanzo’s own hands
went to work on their clothing, quickly undoing buttons and knots with a
practiced ease that was marred only by the trembling of his treacherous body.
He was so hard he ached. He grunted
as Goku helped him remove the last bits of their clothing and they tumbled to
the bed in a tangle of legs and arms.

They
were all over each other… lips against skin, hands exploring.

Then
Goku was pressing the monk onto the thin mattress, mouth devouring him. Sanzo
inhaled harshly as sharp teeth scratched one nipple. He pressed his head back
into the pillow as the pain was followed by the swirl of Goku’s tongue on his
agonized flesh.

Sanzo
never felt stronger than he did when Goku was making love to him. He was open…
exposed and vulnerable… yet he was safe because Goku was there. His love was a haven, so Sanzo could bare his soul with no
fear of pain or disappointment. He gave Goku a purpose and in return he was
given a moment of freedom from the harshness he had surrounded himself with. It
was a melding of their beings, with each providing the other with whatever it
was they most needed.

And
what had surprised Sanzo so much in the beginning was that what he really
needed was the chance to let go, to
let someone else take charge for a little while. And Goku delighted in it.

Goku
worshipped the monk’s body with every touch. His pleasure was found in giving
pleasure and there was no one else he would rather please in this way. He
had found his reason for living, and this act of lovemaking was the best way he
knew to glorify his feelings for the man beneath him.

“Goku,” Sanzo whispered in a voice low
and hoarse with desire. He wanted more. He needed
more. He needed Goku inside of him, filling him and fulfilling him. He tried to speak, but the words were stuck in his
throat. It didn’t matter. Goku saw and understood what his lover wanted.

He
grinned sheepishly and reached down onto the floor, groping for the lube he
knew would be in the priest’s discarded robes. Sanzo took the opportunity to
run his fingers lightly over the monkey’s shoulder and down the hard lines of
his back. He traced pale, calloused skin over the smooth, golden planes of
Goku’s body. He could feel the young man shiver at his touch, and that small
response magnified his desire tenfold. His violet eyes were lit with an inner
fire, one that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with possession. This was his. This was them, alone together, and
no one else could ever touch it. He would never allow that.

Goku
sat back up, a triumphant grin on his face as he brandished his prize. The
almost violent look of possession on Sanzo’s face startled him, but it also
brought an answering tingle of awareness racing through his veins. His smile
softened and he leaned down into Sanzo’s kiss. They took their time with this
one, tasting each other, drinking of each other.

Sanzo
was the one to deepen it, and Goku moaned as their desire escalated. His
fingers slid between their slightly sweat-dampened bodies to close around
Goku’s throbbing erection, stroking him slowly. Goku’s hips thrust carefully
against Sanzo’s fist, trying to match his leisurely rhythm.

The
monkey threw his head back, mouth open and gaping wordlessly as his hips moved
to the rhythm his master set. Sanzo leaned forward to brush soft lips over his
lover’s smooth chest, dragging his tongue in hot, wet trails across that broad
expanse of heaven and tasting the saltiness of Goku’s flesh. He nibbled and
teased, but he didn’t let Goku reach climax. Not yet. It wasn’t time yet.

The
priest halted his attentions to Goku’s penis and brought his slightly sticky
hand up to his lips. Goku watched, fixated, as Sanzo licked a drop of the
monkey’s pre-cum from his own fingers. Goku’s eyes were locked on the sight,
his entire world narrowed down to the monk’s tongue as it savored the bead of
moisture that was him.

The
sound that escaped his throat as he lunged forward to trap Sanzo in a
blistering kiss was part sigh and part moan. He plunged his tongue into Sanzo’s
mouth, mimicking the act he knew the priest was awaiting anxiously. And then he
could play no longer.

He
pressed Sanzo down onto the bed once again, their cocks rubbing against each
other and maddening them both. Sanzo gasped as the cold of the lube touched
him, then Goku was inside of him and
he was aware of nothing else.

Goku
thrust hard, unable to hold back any
longer, but Sanzo’s lust was equally intense. He cried out… forgetting to
muffle the noise, forgetting everything that existed outside of them. Tendons stood out in his neck as
he moved at Goku’s frantic pace. He was surrendering to it, submitting himself
to it… to Goku. This was what he lived for.

And
Goku used all his might to keep from bursting as he buried himself deeper and
deeper into his lover. Sanzo’s hands were on his back, fingers digging into his
flesh, arms holding onto Goku with strength like steel. The heat was
incredible. He was panting, trying to breathe, lungs searching for air that did
not exist. There was nothing but Sanzo
and this overwhelming need to be closer.

Sanzo
felt the pressure building, it was so
close. He was bucking, his body uncontrollable. Goku pressed against down
against him, their bodies now so close as to be almost joined, and Sanzo’s
breath caught violently as his release rushed towards him. He was caught in it,
helpless, and new warmth blossomed between their sweat-smeared torsos as his
seed spilled out onto their skin.

Goku
felt it, and it was like he’d been waiting for that signal the whole time. His
body tensed, muscles hardening into rock as he thrust a final time and let his
own climax overtake him.

Neither
of them knew how long they lay there, sticky with the evidence of their love
and gasping for sweet, precious air. They were both still wrapped up in the
bliss of being together after so long
a forced separation.

“Sanzo?”
Goku asked in a voice small but loud in the sudden silence of the room.

“What?”
the priest replied, his voice without the usual bitterness. How could he be
bitter right here, right now, with his lover lying spent on top of him?

“I
love you, Sanzo,” Goku whispered, smiling against the monk’s chest.

Sanzo’s
hand came up to tangle in Goku’s hair, the caress answer enough.

“I
know,” Goku murmured, and his eyes closed in sleep.
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