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Chapter 4 – Pucker Up, Monkey Boy!
A pounding at the door woke Hakkai while the room was still dark. Coming instantly
awake, he sat up, noticing how Gojyo jerked awake over on the other side of the room.
The redhead scrambled from his bed, summoning his shakujou and pointing it towards
the door.
Calmer, Hakkai climbed out of his own bed and walked barefoot across the floor to the
door, glad of his pajamas in the cold air. He sometimes envied Gojyo’s ability to ignore
the cold as he was now only wearing boxers and a tank.
“Watch yourself, Hakkai,” Gojyo warned.
“Thank you for your concern, Gojyo, but I hardly think gods or youkai assassins would
knock before attacking us.”
Gojyo had the grace to look abashed as he lowered his weapon and grumbled, “I
wouldn’t call that a knock. It was more like pounding. Pretty aggressive pounding.”
Hakkai smiled and fitted his monocle over his eye. Regardless of his words to Gojyo,
he was still cautious about opening the door and glad that Gojyo hadn’t yet dispersed
his weapon but he only found Sanzo on the other side. He opened the door fully and
looked up and down the hall, checking for danger, “Sanzo, is there a problem?”
“No. But I want to be on the road within the hour, so get your things together.” Sanzo
didn’t meet his eyes and Hakkai found this odd, but agreed to the monk’s demand.
“Oh, sure. Within the hour. We’ll meet you and Goku downstairs.” At the mention of
Goku’s name, Sanzo backed away and acquired a hunted look, strangely looking up
and down the hall himself, as if worried the boy would suddenly appear.
“Yes. In one hour.” With that, Sanzo strode down the hall, heading back in the
direction of his own room, and Hakkai thoughtfully closed the door.
“Leaving in an hour?” Gojyo rubbed his hands over his face, finally having banished
his weapon, and sat down on his bed, “It’s still the middle of the night. What’s his
rush?”
Hakkai recalled the conversation he’d had with Sanzo the day before and opened his
mouth, only to close it again, remembering Sanzo’s earlier order to not let Gojyo know
the blond wished to visit a brothel. However, this also reminded him that Sanzo had
suggested speaking with Gojyo about finding the ‘best brothel’.
“Um, well, Sanzo seems to be in a hurry to get to the next town.” Hakkai reached for
his duffel and started to pack it, leaving out the clothes he planned to wear that day,
glad Sanzo stayed long enough for him to get the laundry done. Gojyo sighed,
obviously wanting to go back to sleep. Hakkai knew he had been out very late,
probably only getting about two to three hours sleep.
“Fuckin’ monk.”
The muttered curse caused Hakkai to turn and he witnessed a look of righteous anger
cross over Gojyo’s face.
“What happened earlier, Gojyo? Before lunch,” he asked as he watched the redhead
pick up last night’s discarded pants and search through the pockets, likely looking for
his cigarettes.
“How the hell should I know? I was outside with Shinrei, the laundry gal. You know,
the one with the white apron and blue ribbons, when suddenly Sanzo shows up and
starts beating on me with his fan. The man’s psychotic. I’m lucky Shinrei would even
still have anything to do with me after that.”
“He just showed up? You weren’t fighting with him before?”
“No. He just came out of nowhere. Him and that gods damned fan of his. I swear, I’m
gonna shove that thing up his ass one of these days.” He found his pack of cigarettes
and tapped one out, placing it between his lips. “I have no idea what’s gotten him all
worked up.” He lit the cigarette with a flick of his lighter, reclining on his bed making no
special effort to get dressed yet.
Hakkai bowed his head, thinking.
“Hakkai?” Hakkai cut his eyes toward Gojyo for a split second before jerking them
guiltily away. “Do you know something?”
“Oh, no! No, of course not. Um, why would I know anything?” He tried to busy himself
with his packing so as not to look at his friend. “You’d better get dressed, Gojyo, if you
want breakfast before we leave.” He grabbed his map and stopped, wondering how he
was to ask Gojyo about brothels.
“Hakkai.” Gojyo’s voice turned suspicious, “You do know something!”
Hakkai looked up and stared at Gojyo, the map clenched tight in his hand. He allowed
his eyes to drift down at the map then back again at Gojyo, his indecision naked on his
face. Hakkai really had no idea how to inquire of Gojyo about brothels without telling
him it was Sanzo wanting to know. Did the monk think that he, Hakkai, should let Gojyo
think the information was for himself? Gojyo would believe that as much as he would
believe Sanzo was asking for Goku’s sake. Besides, this little bit of gossip was
churning around inside him, just demanding to be told.
“Come on, Hakkai,” Gojyo wheedled. “You can tell me. I’m trustworthy.” The hanyou’s
smile exuded pure persuasion.
“Ah ha ha ha,” Hakkai laughed, knowing how untrue Gojyo’s statement was. A flash of
exasperation towards Sanzo burst out from him. Just how was he supposed to do what
the monk demanded? His friendly smile grew a touch hard and he offered the map he
held to his friend, “Tell me, Gojyo. Could you find a town or city on this map that would
hold the best brothel?”
“Wha … whaaaatt?” Gojyo’s eyes grew large and he stepped close to Hakkai. “What
did you just say?”
Hakkai simply smiled, the grin just a tad malicious, as he continued to hold out the map.
Gojyo slowly reached out and took the folded paper, “Why would you want to -.
Hakkai! Do you mean to say that Sanzo wants to go to a brothel?” Gojyo’s cigarette
bobbed up and down from its place between the hanyou’s lips as he spoke. “Is that
what you’re saying?”
“Now, I never said that. I simply asked a question. However, you are not to say
anything to Sanzo about this.”
Gojyo stared a moment, then a huge grin slowly spread across his face and he pulled
the burning stick out from between his lips, “Ha! Ha! That corrupt monk! That horny
corrupt monk!” He turned away, laughing, and strode around the room in his boxers. “I
knew he didn’t hold that vow, either! Our dirty little monk isn’t as untouched as he
would have us think! The hypocrite!”
At Gojyo’s show of spiteful delight, Hakkai began to regret letting his friend in on this bit
of news. Dismayed, Hakkai could see that Gojyo was working himself into quite the
frenzy. “Ah, Gojyo.”
“I’ve heard stories about life in those monasteries. I’ll just bet that every time we’d
stopped at one, for all the bitching he’d done, when he would go give his hated
‘sermons’,” Gojyo lifted his hands to either side of his head and crooked his first two
fingers in the quote/unquote sign, “he was, in reality, off ‘blessing’,” he crooked his
fingers again, “some bald headed monk or acolyte. Oh, yeah.”
“Gojyo.” Hakkai was now also pacing around the room, keeping in stride with the
hanyou, growing more and more alarmed as he watched Gojyo going off on his tangent.
“Oh, just wait until I see him. Just wait! Now that it’s all out in the open –“
“Gojyo, no! Please! You can’t say anything!” Hakkai put himself right into Gojyo’s
path, forcing the tall man to stop. “Promise me.”
Gojyo stopped with Hakkai standing firm in his path. “What? No! Are you nuts? Our
corrupt priest -“
“No!” Hakkai rarely showed himself deadly serious since he was uncomfortable over
how most people reacted to the expression, but he knew people almost always gave in
to him when he did, so now he let himself grow very serious. “Not a word. Besides, he
specifically stated he wanted someplace that catered to one’s first time having sex.”
This last statement gave Gojyo pause, even more so than Hakkai’s expression, “His
first time?” A slow grin pulled at his mouth, “Really?”
Hakkai sighed, “Yes, really.”
“Well.” A low chuckle rumbled from the redhead, “Well. I don’t know why he’d want to
go to a brothel. I could find him some experienced lady who knows how to teach
cherries like him how to do the down and dirty.”
“No, no, Gojyo! If you offer to do that then he’ll know you know. He specifically said I
wasn’t to tell you, so you can’t say anything! Please!” Hakkai beseeched his friend.
“But … but … Hakkai! I have to say something! It’s Sanzo!”
“No! Definitely not, Gojyo! He’d make my life a living hell!” Again, he allowed his face
to be serious, “Then I’d make your life a living hell.”
Gojyo’s smile slowly faded and a look of stricken denial took its place. “But … but …”
Hakkai stood firm. Slowly, Gojyo’s playful exotic eyes closed and his head flew back,
“It’s so unfair!”
“If it makes you feel any better, he did say that I could consult with you on locating the
best brothel around. I just couldn’t tell you that I was asking for him.”
Resigned, Gojyo opened out the map, “Fine. Let’s take a look.” Hakkai stood next to
his friend and together they perused the marked paper, Gojyo mumbling, “So unfair.”
***
“Goku.”
Sanzo’s voice purred seductively in his ear and he clutched the priest closer. He ran his
fingers down over denim-covered hips and murmured endearments.
“Goku.”
He rolled over to pin the blond under him and he pressed himself into Sanzo’s cushiony
soft body. A low moan rumbled from him as he buried his face into Sanzo’s neck,
seeking his smoky, spiced scent.
“Dammit, Saru! Wake the fuck up!” Thwack!
Sanzo’s fan brought Goku rudely awake and he found himself clutching his pillow in a
most embarrassing way. Guiltily, he pushed off of the pillow, ignoring the large wet
drool mark marring his cotton pillowcase as he looked up at the priest.
“Wha-. Sanzo? Is breakfast ready?” He sat up, unaware of how his boxers tented out
or how Sanzo, after a brief look down, determinedly kept his eyes on Goku’s face. “It
looks like it’s still dark outside.”
“It is still dark. We’re leaving early. Get dressed and get your stuff together.” Sanzo
grabbed his own pack and dropped it on his bed, unzipping it.
Slowly, Goku stood up and looked to where he’d dropped his own pack, on the floor at
the foot of his bed. The direction of his eyes – at a slight downward angle – also
brought him aware of the state of his erection. He quickly grabbed his pack and pulled
out a pair pants, slipping them on and closing them, hiding his arousal the best he
could until it went away, before turning back to the priest. He was glad Sanzo didn’t
notice how his boxers showed his arousal. “Sanzo…”
Sanzo paused for a very brief second then made a show of going through his shaving
kit, “What is it?”
Goku swallowed, unsure of himself, “About last night…” He waited for Sanzo to tell him
to shut up or to interrupt him or something but, other than another pause, the priest
stayed quiet. He also kept his back to him as he continued to pack. Goku swallowed
again. “Um, I don’t … ah … really see why I have to go to some … ah … place … to
learn about … stuff.”
Apparently Sanzo’s shaving kit was in place as he finally closed it up and placed it in
his pack before replying. “It’s for the best.”
When the priest didn’t continue, Goku took a step toward him, “But why? I’m not asking
to learn about sex.” Not yet, anyway. “Just kissing. You’ve taught me almost
everything I know so far, why can’t you teach me that? You don’t have to sleep with
me.”
At the mention of sleeping with him, Sanzo’s head swung around to pin him with a stare
and Goku took his step forward back. But all the priest did was look at him, his violet
eyes looking a bit cornered, before turning back to his packing.
“I … ah … mean, I’m …well … Oh, come on, Sanzo, why not? It’s just a kiss!”
“Dammit, Goku! At what point had you forgotten I’m a monk?” Sanzo finally turned to
face him, waving his robed arms at him, emphasizing off the long sleeves.
“So? That’s never stopped you in the past!” Goku knew how to be stubborn, too. And
he also had a reputation of getting his way with Sanzo. Given enough time, he was
sure he could wear the priest down but he wasn’t sure arguing with him like this was
the way.
A stunned look traveled over Sanzo’s face and he crossed his arms in front of him, his
hands hidden within the sleeves. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”
Goku stopped, realizing that Sanzo hadn’t known that Goku knew about his
‘interactions’ with a few of the monks at some of the temples they stopped at. Definitely
not all of the temples, not even most of them, but sometimes his guardian would go off
with one of the other monks and when he came back, he smelled like Gojyo smelled
after sex. Sex with men. Goku knew that Gojyo didn’t always pick up women and he
knew that Sanzo had sex. Not so often as Gojyo, but sometimes.
Sanzo strode up to him, “You will explain that remark, Goku.”
“It’s just that-“ he cut himself off, at a loss over what to say and how to say it. He swung
his head around, searching for a reply before finally deciding to just come out and say
it. “I know what you do when you sometimes go off with the monks. I’m not talking
about giving sermons or anything. I mean the sex stuff.” He paused as he observed
his guardian’s face frozen in a look of shocked horror.
Sanzo turned stiffly away without saying a word and continued with his packing. Goku
waited for a few minutes and, when Sanzo continued to ignore him and pretend the
conversation they’d been having hadn’t happened, he went to finish dressing and
packing, balked. He’d just zipped up his duffel, his armor laid out on the bed, when
Sanzo finally spoke up.
“I don’t like kissing.”
“What?” Had he just heard right?
“You heard me. I don’t like kissing.”
Goku was floored. This possibility hadn’t crossed his mind. He turned, facing Sanzo,
his mouth hanging open as he tried to think of something, anything, to say in reply.
Finally, he sputtered, “For real? Not at all?”
“No. Not on the mouth.” The blond was finished with his own packing and stood by his
bed, facing Goku.
“So, you mean I really will have to go to someone like Gojyo or some whorehouse or
something to learn?” As soon as he voiced the thought, he immediately thought he
would rather never learn about kissing than be razzed by the kappa about it.
Sanzo was silent and not looking at Goku. He stood several feet away, his arms
crossed like a barrier holding Goku’s affections at bay. Or his own contained.
Goku stared at him, his eyes pleading, for several seconds before he finally sighed
heavily, dejected. He turned away from Sanzo and reached to pick up one of his
shoulder spikes, “Ok, fine. I get it. I’ll just go and, ah-”
Just as his hand gripped the armor, Sanzo suddenly moved and grabbed his arm,
swinging him back around.
“Sanzo?”
“You will not go kissing that pervert.” The priest’s eyes, when they locked on Goku’s,
smoldered with a banked emotion Goku didn’t recognize and found a bit frightening. “I
forbid it.”
“But-”
“You heard me. I won’t have you offering yourself to that sick bastard.” Sanzo had his
face right up into his own, less than an inch away. Goku could feel the warm puffs of
air from his breath waft over his cheek. Staring into the vibrant purple eyes boring into
his own, Goku watched Sanzo’s pupils change, dilate slightly, and the priest’s eyes
dipped down to look at his mouth before the blond pulled away and stepped back.
Suddenly, the priest refused to meet his eyes as he moved away. Flabbergasted, Goku
witnessed Sanzo at a loss for the first time Goku could remember. He watched as
Sanzo’s eyes went from him to the man’s pack to the door and back to him. He couldn’t
read the strange expressions flying across the priest’s face or within his eyes but
instinct told him to stay still and wait.
Finally, Sanzo’s eyes focused on his, a decision made, and searching for something
hidden within his golden orbs. “Just a kiss,” the blond stated as he took a small step
toward Goku. “It means nothing and it will not become anything more than that. Just a
kiss.”
Goku’s eyes widened as he realized that Sanzo meant to kiss him now. Finding
himself immediately faced with the act of kissing Sanzo, his heart kicked into hyper
drive and his mouth went dry. He backed up against the dresser by his bed as Sanzo
walked over to him and he suddenly found himself unable to stay quiet any longer.
“I don’t know what to do!” Shocked at how panicked his voice sounded, Goku tried to
steady himself, grabbing onto the ledge at the top of the dresser. “How will we know
what -“
Sanzo rolled his eyes in the way that said, ‘Don’t be stupid.’ “Baka, just because I don’t
like it, doesn’t mean I’ve never done it.” Sanzo continued to draw closer to Goku, slow
and predatory. When he drew as close as he could without touching, his eyes once
again locked with Goku’s own and a hand reached up and cupped his cheek.
“Are you afraid? You look frightened.”
“No! I’m not frigh–!” His words were cut off by Sanzo’s mouth closing over his own. His
eyes were wide open as Sanzo’s mouth, his lips, slid over his own. His body froze;
sudden shock leaving him paralyzed as the priest played his mouth over his. His
senses were filled with the scent, the taste of Sanzo. His Sanzo.
His vision was suddenly filled with the colorful purple of Sanzo’s eyes as the priest
pulled back to again search his own orbs for whatever it was he was looking for. Goku
hazily gazed back, his mind blank and lacking the ability to function at all. He could
only stare deep into his guardian’s eyes.
Sanzo’s mouth closed over his own again and he felt the wet trail of the priest’s tongue
swipe along the seam of his lips. His hands reached up to clutch at the priest, afraid he
would do something wrong. Another probing swipe of the tongue and Goku was
gripping the priest to hold himself upright, his knees shaking badly. His eyes drifted
closed.
“Goku.” Sanzo’s voice, rough and sharp, hardened his body, “Open your mouth.”
His mouth obediently parted and Sanzo’s tongue slipped in, tapping against his own
before tentatively exploring his warm cavern, running over his teeth and the roof of his
mouth. Sanzo’s tongue felt – good. Oddly exciting. Little, rippling thrills chased each
other up and down his spine and he could taste toothpaste and tobacco. He found the
contrast in flavors unique.
Goku’s knees finally gave out as a low purring moan vibrated from the monk. Unaware
of the answering moan he gave, his body slowly, literally melted against his keeper’s.
The priest’s hands held Goku against him, holding him up and pressing him back
against the dresser. He explored the monkey’s mouth, a slow, sensuous exploration.
The length of the priest’s tongue caressed along Goku’s, encouraging him to respond
in kind. Hesitantly at first, then with more confidence, Goku joined in the play, thrilling
to hear his guardian rumble sounds of pleasure.
That sound, that hungry needy sound, drew him to take more control, to push his own
tongue into Sanzo’s mouth, touching and stroking against Sanzo’s inside the priest’s
mouth. A soft defenseless sound from the monk caused his body to buck up and his
hands clutched tight into Sanzo’s robes, unconsciously wrinkling them in his grip.
Finally, Sanzo jerked his head up and away, allowing Goku to breathe. His eyes were
glued to his priest, unable to look away. He realized his lips were tingling; trembling to
a pressure suddenly gone and wishing it back.
Sanzo’s voice drifted breathily past his ears and he realized he’d missed what was
said. He blinked, bewildered, as Sanzo grabbed his arms and walked him to stand at
the window once again, facing outward. As the monk moved away back to the table he
heard Hakkai and Gojyo talking outside their door moments before a knock sounded
and the door opened. Goku reached up and touched his lips, marveling at the prickling
he could still feel there. He licked at the taste of Sanzo that still lingered.
“We’re all packed, Sanzo. The restaurant isn’t yet open for breakfast but they say they
should be ready to serve in another twenty minutes. Will we wait?” He heard Hakkai
move into the room, followed by Gojyo’s longer stride.
Goku turned to watch Sanzo as he picked his pack up.
“I have no intention of staying that long. If the kitchen isn’t open, we’ll eat on the road.
Let’s go.”
Hearing Sanzo say that they were leaving before breakfast broke Goku out of his
trance, “But, Sanzo! We have to eat first! I haven’t eaten since last night! I’ll starve!
I’m starving right now!” The sound of his stomach growling was easily heard in the
small room.
“Urusai! This is wasting time. We’re leaving now. Let’s go.” The monk picked up his
bag and headed for the door.
“But, Sanzo-!” Goku’s call bounced off the back of the priest as his robed body walked
out the door.
The room was silent for a moment until, “He carried out his own bag. Damn! He must
really be worked up.”
“Gojyo!” Hakkai spun around and glared at the redhead who had the grace to look just
a little sheepish. Goku ignored this as his mind replayed the kiss. If that was how good
something felt with Sanzo when the monk didn’t like doing it, how good would things
Sanzo did enjoy feel?
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