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“His Name”
by darthelwig
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I do not own Saiyuki in any way, shape or form.
Rated NC-17 and loving it.
Sanzo went out to find the monkey, but didn’t count on this.
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He was going to kill that goddamn monkey.
And while he was at it, why stop there? Gojyo and Hakkai had
been the ones who’d seen fit to leave him with the unenviable task of finding
the damn animal in the first place.
Perhaps he should teach them a lesson in humility with the business end
of his gun. Maybe then they would take him seriously when he said things like “No fucking way” and “Leave him.”
Yes, that was definitely a thought that merited further
consideration.
But his objections had been overruled, and he still didn’t
understand how they’d done it. That
irritated him even more than this ridiculous errand. When had those idiots
become such master manipulators?
He didn’t realize he was growling until he heard his own
voice, too loud in the quiet stillness of the forest. He nearly jumped out of
his skin, and berated himself for allowing his thoughts to make him oblivious
of the world around him. He was slipping and it was their fault.
He stopped at the edge of a thicket which bordered a small
stream. Instinct had led him to Goku, apparently. There was a crude fishing
pole sticking out of the ground near the water’s edge. The monkey had already
caught himself about a dozen fish, judging from the looks of things. That was
good. A nice, hot meal would go a long way to making up for the chore of
fetching the stupid chimp.
A quick glance around was enough to locate the idiot in
question. Goku was lazing on a large, flat rock a few feet upstream from his
pole. Sanzo’s breath caught in his throat as he gazed upon his youngest
companion.
Goku had removed his shirt and shoes, preferring to lay
bare-chested in the sun as he waited for the fish to bite. One supple, tanned
arm formed a pillow for his head. The other lay at his side, fingers resting on
the smooth expanse of his stomach. Droplets of moisture… “Water or sweat?” Sanzo wondered...were beaded on his skin, begging
to be licked off. His hair gleamed in the early morning sunlight and the diadem
at his forehead sparkled brightly.
And the priest silently cursed himself as he found his body
instantly aroused.
He bit his lip hard, tasting blood, and it only served to
remind him of the salty tang he knew Goku’s skin would have. He closed his eyes
to block out the sight, hoping that would break the powerful spell which had
been cast over him, but the image seemed to be burned onto the insides of his
eyelids.
He heard Goku sigh and his eyes snapped open.
The monkey’s free hand was now reaching skyward, his eyes
fixed on a point only he could see. He seemed almost to be trying to catch the
sunlight in his fingers. Another sigh soon followed, and his hand dropped down
to his taut abdomen once again.
Sanzo was about to leave, so close to finally forcing himself to turn away, when Goku’s
fingers moved again. The monk’s eyes were immediately entranced, watching the
young man unbutton his jeans and slowly pull down the zipper.
And then he couldn’t have moved if he’d wanted to.
Goku raised his hips slightly and eased his jeans down a
bit. Sanzo’s eyes caught every movement as if in slow motion. He saw the
muscles across Goku’s abdomen flex as he raised his hips; saw his fingers slide
into the rough material to pull it down over his lean frame. It was torture,
and each delicious moment was being etched into the monk’s memory.
The monkey took his erection into his hand with a light
touch and stroked himself. He did it slowly, letting his fingers linger over
the sensitive flesh. He fondled himself languidly, letting the pleasure build
gradually.
Sanzo did not have that luxury. His cock was rock-hard and
aching. He slid one hand into his robes and deftly opened his own jeans. He
told himself not to be a fool. He told himself that he could be caught if he
did this right here, right now. But he couldn’t care less about consequences at
the moment. Goku was right there and
glorious in his simple beauty.
He palmed himself and began to work his cock, trying to be
quiet about it and knowing he wasn’t completely successful. Thankfully, Goku
was too preoccupied to notice for now.
Goku soon began to pick up the pace, and his hips began to
jerk against his fist. His breathing was quick and uneven and Sanzo could hear
his ragged gasps for air.
The priest wanted to look away… to distance himself from
this and just finish the job as quickly as possible, but Goku held him
mesmerized. He couldn’t shut his eyes against the sight of Goku’s erection
glistening with pre-cum in the sunlight. He wanted to taste it, to see if
Goku’s flesh was as sensitive as it appeared to be. He wanted to run his tongue
along Goku’s cock, take it in his mouth and drink him down.
It would be the closest thing to a religious experience he
could imagine.
He wanted to move closer, to reveal himself, but his pride
and his fear would not let him. He wanted to back away, but his need and
loneliness were driving him to stay. He was frozen in place, burning with
desire and an all-consuming passion. He hadn’t realized he could feel this kind
of emotion, much less that it would be directed at this young man who was such
a constant aggravation, but it seemed utterly natural to be there like this.
After all, he was Goku’s sun, wasn’t he? And didn’t a sun need a world to shine
upon?
These thoughts didn’t last. They were driven away by the
tiny moans being forced from Goku’s throat at that very moment.
And was it just his imagination, or were there words hidden
in those desperate moans? It was only one word, to be exact... the only word
that mattered at the moment.
Sanzo heard his name
on Goku’s lips.
It was enough. The priest felt his body stiffen in answer to
that call. His entire being rose up
in reply and his soft cry of release caught in a throat suddenly parched with
thirst. Sanzo felt the heat of his own liquids hitting his palm and his body
shuddered in the aftermath of bliss.
When his vision cleared, he looked up at Goku again. The
monkey had apparently reached his climax at the same time Sanzo had. The monk
could see the glistening moisture of the monkey’s cum on his lower belly and
fingers. He was shocked when he realized he still wanted to reach out and lick
those gleaming white droplets from Goku’s skin.
He wondered if that want would ever truly leave him now.
He also wondered if he even wanted it to.
Slowly, so as not to alert the monkey to his presence, Sanzo
slipped back into the concealment of the forest. He realized he was shaking and
scolded himself for his weakness. Scolding himself was ground he was familiar
with. It was something normal, and he
desperately needed that right now.
He didn’t know how he was going to face the monkey again
after this.
Hakkai and Gojyo both looked at him curiously when he came
back to their makeshift camp empty handed, but Sanzo was in no mood to talk. He
sat as far away from them as he could in the small hollow they had settled in
the previous night and lit a cigarette. He took a long, slow drag as he tried
to settle his frazzled nerves, knowing he would have to face the monkey soon
and wishing he didn’t.
He would be strong. No hint of this would escape him. It
would be forgotten. He would forget.
And even as he told himself that, he knew it was a lie. He
would never be able to rid himself of the image of a half-naked, tempting Goku
writhing in pleasure in the bright sunlight. No, he wasn’t that godly a man.
This train of thought was arousing him again, and he forced
himself to think of their mission, babies, anything
that would prevent him from hardening yet again. It seemed to work, for now at
least, but the memories wouldn’t leave him alone.
Goku had called his
name.
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