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Goku jerked awake
already in motion, standing and summoning his nyoi-bo. He was vaguely aware of his companions also
scrambling awake as the sound of rapid gunfire ripped through their tent,
tearing holes in the canvas and letting in the early morning sunshine. Sanzo’s curses blended with Hakkai’s shouts
of caution as the healer expanded a shield dome over them.
“Youkai,” Gojyo
growled, his shakujo gripped tight in his hands.
“No,” Sanzo
contradicted in tight voice. “Kami.”
Goku’s eyes narrowed as
he too caught the aura of gods, and one in particular – the war god, as Hakkai
whispered, “Kami?”
“Yo, Homura.” The voice of Zenon easily reached them inside
the tent. “You think they’re awake
yet?”
“Son of a bitch,” Gojyo
stated. He was still in his boxers and
looked prepared to fight that way as he kicked his blanket away from his
legs. “Don’t they know how to let sleeping
dogs lie?”
“Well, seeing as the
sun is up, I guess this is our wake-up call.”
Hakkai still held the shield over them as he responded to Gojyo. Sanzo calmly shrugged on his robe and pulled
out his pistol, checking it for bullets.
From his calm demeanor, one could think he wasn’t bothered at all, but
Goku could see a vein pulsing in the priest’s forehead. Sanzo scowled then, eyeing his gun, no doubt
remembering that it couldn’t do any harm to the gods, but he kept it in his
hand regardless.
“Maybe we should invite
them for breakfast, eh, Sanzo?” Goku asked as he put down his weapon long
enough to pull his armor and cape on.
Gojyo may not have a problem dancing with the enemy in only his
skivvies, but Goku felt one should be dressed correctly for a fight.
“Konzen.” The chocolate timber of Homura’s voice
floated to them as the gunfire silenced all the birds and insects in the
area. “Why don’t you come out and say
‘Good morning’?”
Sanzo ignored the
question and just looked at Gojyo and Hakkai.
“Hurry up and get dressed. This
is no time for you to be playing around.”
Hakuryu circled above them before landing on Hakkai’s shoulder, kyuu-ing
his own opinion of the events.
“Alright, I’m lowering
the shield,” Hakkai agreed, letting go of his chi and slowly bringing his hands
down, his body language stating that he fully expected to have to raise it
again quickly. Nevertheless, both he
and Gojyo made short work of pulling on their clothes. When all four stood ready, Sanzo gave a nod
and, as one, they burst through the tent and into the morning light.
Gojyo set his sites on
Zenon, intent on taking out the gunman, but Zenon dodged the razor-sharp moon
of the shakujo at the last minute.
Cursing, Gojyo retracted the blade and tried again while Hakkai shot a
blast of chi at Shien. The willowy god
swatted it away with his whip, his serene face managing to still cast a look of
distain in Hakkai’s direction. Homura
went straight for Sanzo, swinging his flaming blade, but Goku blocked his
swing, extending his nyoi-bo.
“Goku!” Sanzo barked,
not sounding at all pleased to have his battle intruded on. But Goku didn’t have time to apologize as
Homura turned his head to him with a sultry, come-hither smile. He could hear Hakkai and Gojyo in their own
battles as he stared down Homura, more than ready to take him on. Sanzo growled, “Baka,” but Goku ignored him,
keeping his attention on the war god.
“How strong have you
grown, Son Goku?” the war god asked. He
asked Goku the same thing almost every time the two of them faced off. Goku didn’t really know why Homura wanted to
know, and he didn’t really care. He
knew he would be strong enough to defeat the god – if not today, then another
day. He had vowed he would grow stronger
- strong enough to protect Sanzo and his friends – and fighting the gods was
one way for it to happen. He charged.
Homura met him, the
flame sword and nyoi-bo meeting with a ringing clang. They parried across the clearing of their camp, the war god
phasing out each time Goku got too close, only to reappear several feet away. This way, Homura drew him away from the other
battles as the god toyed with him. It
infuriated Goku that the kami could simply phase out whenever Goku got close
enough for a hit. It seemed like an
unfair advantage. He realized he would
also need to get faster, along with stronger.
Goku didn’t realize how
far from the rest of the party he and Homura had traveled until he found
himself in an open field and the sounds of battle – basically, the sounds of
Sanzo’s and Zenon’s gunfire – were only faint pops in the distance.
“You can do better than
this, Son Goku,” Homura purred as he circled him. “So much better. Why not
unleash your full power? It would be so
easy.” A bi-colored gaze looked
pointedly at the golden coronet circling Goku’s head.
“I’ve told you before,”
Goku replied, “that I don’t need to do that to beat you.”
“Are you sure, Son
Goku?” Homura’s words were the only
warning he got before a fist plowed into his stomach. He doubled over, all the air in his lungs forced out of him. The armor on his left shoulder was grabbed,
then he was swung through the air and against a large boulder.
Homura held him there,
high enough that Goku’s feet couldn’t reach the ground, and settled his larger
body over him. Goku grew uncomfortable
at the god’s proximity, their positions reminding him of something sexual, and
he tried to shove Homura away. Homura
simply chuckled and settled himself further.
“What’s the matter, Son
Goku? You seem out of sorts.” Goku had dropped his weapon and the god’s
hands gripped his wrists, pressing the side of his face against Goku’s
cheek. Goku remembered being in this
same position that time Homura had captured him. It had made Goku uncomfortable then, too.
The memory stiffened
his spine. Homura had let him go then,
but this time he didn’t need the god to release him, he could let himself
go. He scowled and twisted his body.
“Homuurraa!”
Sanzo’s voice suddenly
shouted over the clearing, enraged and animal-like, and the few birds and
insects that had started up again went quiet.
Homura eased up a bit and turned his head, looking in the direction the
roar had come. Goku wrenched his arms
away and slid his body out from between Homura’s and the rock, finally seeing
Sanzo as he stormed across the clearing.
“Sanzo!”
The priest didn’t look
at him as he leveled his gun at the war god.
“Homura!”
Now ignoring Goku,
Homura leaned back against the rock and spread his chained hands apart,
smirking. “Have you not yet learned
that you can’t harm me with a gun like that, Konzen?”
Sanzo’s face was
frightening as he continued to advance.
When he was about ten yards away he opened fire, shooting and emptying
his gun at Homura. Homura simply stood
as the bullets disintegrated only inches from him, the air before the god
blurring and wavering. But from where
Goku was standing, he could see Sanzo didn’t stop his advance as he fired,
instead speeding up his steps. When the
last bullet was expelled from the gun, the priest suddenly jumped and spun his
body, his booted foot up and kicking out.
Goku caught a brief glance of shock covering Homura’s face just before
the heel of Sanzo’s boot connected with his cheek, snapping the god’s head to
the side.
Son of a bitch! Goku thought to himself, shocked. Sanzo got a kick in!
But Goku couldn’t just
let himself stand frozen as the god reacted faster than the human eye could
see, grabbing Sanzo and throwing him several yards to the side. Sanzo hit the ground and rolled a few more
feet before coming to a stop, coughing.
Homura drew his sword, his face no longer amused, and went after the
priest.
“Sanzo!” Goku screamed
and shot towards to other two, his staff unconsciously coming again to his
hands. He reached Sanzo a fraction of a
second before Homura did and managed to block the strike Homura aimed at his
sun.
Mismatched eyes focused
on him, and Goku glared right back, the strain of holding Homura’s flame sword
at bay causing the muscles in his arms and shoulders to bulge. The two of them stood in place, Homura’s
sword and Goku’s nyoi-bo the only things wavering back and forth as their gazes
stayed locked.
Finally, Homura smiled
again and eased off, stepping back.
“Very good, Son Goku. You are
progressing very well. Perhaps the next
time we meet, you will be ready.” The
god phased out, this time not reappearing anywhere in the area, and Goku turned
to his guardian, reaching out to help him up.
“Don’t touch me!” Sanzo
rasped, slapping his hand away and still trying to get his breath back from
being tossed so hard. The priest
struggled briefly before managing to gain his own feet and stand, wavering
slightly.
“Sanzo! Goku!”
Hakkai’s voice had the two turning their heads to see the healer and
Gojyo running to join them. “Thank
goodness you’re alright,” Hakkai exclaimed as they joined them.
“Of course we’re all
right,” Sanzo growled, his voice and stance still antagonistic as he stormed
past the other two, heading back towards their camp. “Enough of this bullshit.
We’re heading out. Now.”
***
Ten hours later they
drove into a small village – ‘Hovel”, Sanzo had grunted, after not saying a
word for nearly the whole trip. There
was a small argument between Sanzo and Hakkai over whether or not to stay the
night or push on, which Hakkai won by stressing they needed a good night’s rest
after their battle that morning and it was already pushing late afternoon. With the increased youkai attacks being
reported, and Homura showing himself in the area, did Sanzo want to be woken up
with another attack, as they had that morning?
Sanzo scowled, and
tried to further his argument that they would never reach India if they stopped
at every village and town they came across.
Goku stepped in, complaining about hunger and begging to at least stay
for dinner – which earned him a fan to the head – but Sanzo finally agreed. So they found a tiny inn, arriving just in
time for the meal being served. They
paid for four rooms to stay the night, the party in an unaccustomed, sober mood
as they tiptoed around the priest.
After checking in, they went to dinner.
“Sanzo…” Hakkai
ventured after the meal was served and they were eating.
Sanzo glared hard at
the healer as he pushed back his chair and stood from the table. “Mind your own business, Hakkai.”
“But –“
“Drop it!”
Goku stole some food
from Gojyo’s plate and when no reaction came from the sprite, he looked at
him. He found Gojyo staring
suspiciously at Sanzo.
Sanzo was way bent out
of shape. He had been since the
encounter with Homura this morning.
Gojyo was even stepping lightly around him after his normal teasing had
gotten no response from the priest.
Sanzo had barely touched his food at dinner, just drank. And the more he drank, the gloomier and
surlier he got. Oddly, with all the
alcohol he’d had, he didn’t look to be very drunk. As the monk stood and stepped away from the table, three pairs of
eyes locked on him, one inquiring and two wary.
“Goku,” was the only
word Sanzo said and he walked away and up the stairs to the rooms.
When they reached
Sanzo’s room, Sanzo shut and locked the door.
Pulling Goku to him, he covered the youth’s mouth with his own in a
hard, possessive, alcohol-flavored kiss.
Goku hadn’t been expecting it and he squeaked.
“I don’t like it, how
he looks at you.”
“Sanzo?”
“Fucking pervert. He just wears his lust on his face. He’s not to touch you. I won’t let him touch you.” Sanzo’s words came out hoarse and low,
ominous in the darkened room.
“Sanzo? What - ?”
But Sanzo didn’t let
him finish as he once again claimed his mouth.
He wasn’t gentle as he pressed Goku against the wall and fitted his body
against him. He pressed his hips
forward, hard against Goku’s, and the youth found himself growing aroused even
though he was confused about Sanzo’s actions.
He reached up and cupped his hands behind Sanzo’s head, his fingers
sinking into the soft golden strands.
Goku realized they were
moving only when he tripped over his feet.
Had Sanzo not been holding him, he likely would have fallen. The bed hit the back of his calves and Sanzo
pushed him down, laying him out over the mattress. The priest followed, sprawling over him with the sleeves of his
robes covering him like a short blanket, and began pulling his armor from his
body. Goku tried to help, worried that
the monk would hurt himself with the dangerous pieces.
They wrestled against each
other for several minutes in the removal of the armor, and then suddenly Sanzo
was gone, standing several feet back and facing away. Goku was breathing hard and reached out to Sanzo, confused as to
why he had backed off. He was confused
about the whole thing. Settling his
shoulder spikes on the floor, he stared at Sanzo’s back, trying to figure out
his mood. Although the room was dark,
Goku had no trouble seeing how Sanzo’s hair, mussed from Goku’s hands combing
through it, stuck up at odd angles.
He slowly crawled off
the bed, tentatively approaching the priest. The fact that Sanzo was royally
out of sorts was obvious, and Goku still wasn’t sure what it was that was
bothering him, but he craved the feel of having his body back in contact with
the monk’s. “Sanzo?”
Sanzo didn’t answer and
he kept his back turned, but Goku saw how a tremor seemed to run through his
lean frame. He knew how Sanzo didn’t
like people touching him, yet the man had been touching Goku lately and not objecting
to being touched in return, so he reached out a tentative hand and pressed his
palm against the strong muscles covering Sanzo’s back.
The priest jerked as if
a jolt went through him and Goku snatched his hand back.
Sanzo finally turned to
face him and Goku got a jolt of his own when he met eyes that were burning with
a hungry, desperate need. His heart
kicked into overdrive and his body hardened further than it already was.
Sanzo wanted him. He wanted him with an intensity that was
almost scary, and even though an answering need rose within himself, a flutter
of nervous fear also curled its way through his stomach. “Sanzo,” he said again, this time his voice
a bare whisper. There was hunger there,
but there was still an underlying anger than made Goku nervous.
“How far, Goku?” Sanzo
rasped, holding himself still, while the youth could visibly see the effort the
priest put into staying immobile. “How
far do you want these lessons to go?”
“Ah.” The sound came out as a croak, so he cleared
his throat and he tried again. “Um,
well, until there’s nothing left for you to teach me, I guess,” Goku answered,
suspecting what it was Sanzo was asking him.
An actual shudder went
through Sanzo at his words and Goku tried to swallow although his mouth had
gone dry. But why should he suddenly
find himself nervous? He trusted
Sanzo. He chalked it up to the general
fear of the unknown. Sanzo reached out
to him and Goku forced himself not to step back.
A hand came to rest on
Goku’s head and it slide down over the heavy, gold band that circled his head
to cup his cheek. Then it pulled away
and he watched as Sanzo’s hands went to the sash that kept his robes closed.
“Undress, Goku.” He heard the order, but it took him a moment
to make his limbs move before he began to remove his clothes, conscious of
Sanzo’s eyes watching him. He felt
awkward and self-conscious, a feeling foreign to him. When he was wearing nothing but his boxers, he paused, watching
as Sanzo began to lower his jeans. “All
of it, Goku. I want you naked.”
A surge of uncertainty
went through him and he turned slightly, modesty forcing him to try and hide
himself from Sanzo as he peeled his boxers from his hips and kicked them
away. He heard the same sound as Sanzo
also kicked aside the last of his own clothes.
Sanzo was standing next to him, fully naked, and he was too shy to take
a look.
How pathetic was
that? Taking a deep breath, he turned
bravely and let his eyes travel over Sanzo’s battle-torn body.
It was beautiful.
Scars, similar to the
road maps that Hakkai was so obsessive about, lined Sanzo’s body. But Goku had already seen them before. He was quite familiar with the marks, that
only enhanced the fact that his guardian was strong and capable, from the times
he’d seen him naked before in the baths.
Back then, he had slowly started to crave what he had thought to be a
hopeless yearning to touch and show his worship. It was then that he had realized what it was he wanted from
Sanzo, and he had started to look closer, working hard to keep his thoughts to
himself.
And, oh, how hard it
had been to hide his yearning then. So
many times he had to stay in the baths long after everyone else had left before
he thought it safe to leave. His arousal
then, when he was the last to leave, noticeable to no one except himself.
He was never so happy
to have hands as he had been then.
He let his eyes fall
lower, spying the bourgeoning erection Sanzo sported. And, although the site of that caused more butterflies to swarm
in his belly, it also helped to increase his own excitement.
As Sanzo’s own eyes
started to travel his body, he began to think about what it was that may happen
this night. The memory of the priest
telling him of just how it was men had sex together - anal sex - went through
his mind, and the realization of what he could expect went sizzling through
him. Sanzo meant for that to happen,
right? He had a hard time not thinking
that it would hurt. He wanted to do it,
with Sanzo, but he was also scared.
Sanzo was advancing
towards him, his hands once again touching him in a way he had only dreamed
that Sanzo would touch him, their last ‘lessons’ not included. He soon forgot his reservations as
pistol-callused hands rested on his shoulders and began to travel over his body. He felt himself pushed, directed back
towards the bed. At the insistent
nudging, he crawled backward over the mattress. How strange it was to find his eagerness fluctuating between
anticipation and fear.
Goku swore Sanzo
glowed. It might have been a play of
the light or just his imagination, but as the priest knelt on the bed and
loomed over him his blonde hair and pale skin just – glowed. He reached out his hand, trailing his
fingers over his Sanzo’s shoulder and arm, expecting to feel the heat of the
sun. But he found only a slightly
elevated, normal body temperature. He
inclined up for another kiss.
Sanzo leaned down to
meet him. Locking his mouth onto his
keeper’s, he wasn’t prepared for the electrical jolt of Sanzo settling his
body, naked and hard, on top of his own.
Fuck!
He was mistaken. Sanzo’s body wasn’t only warmer than
normal. At least below the waist, the
monk burned. He quivered to the
vibrating sound of Sanzo’s groan, not realizing he gave voice to a pleasured
moan of his own.
Sanzo dragged his mouth
over his shoulder and trailed a wet path over his jaw and down his throat as
Goku thrust up into the inferno rubbing against him. He found his hands grabbing at Sanzo, pressing the priest closer
while also trying to touch as much of him as he could. Sanzo didn’t object, in fact he moaned again
and moved his body cat-like against him.
Breathing began to become a difficult thing for Goku to do as he gulped
in short bursts of air.
He could hear Sanzo’s
own labored breathing, along with the hard pounding of his heart, as the priest
bathed him in hungry kisses and open-mouthed tastes. Had Sanzo been youkai, Goku may have been worried about Sanzo
sampling him for feasting. But then,
perhaps the man was tasting him, for a different form of feast.
Goku could understand
that. He wanted to consume as much of
his sun as he could – in a sexual way.
Sanzo shifted and Goku
felt their dicks come into contact. A
stab of heat went through him and Goku jerked up, unable to stop the cry that
escaped his lips. “Shhh,” Sanzo whispered
in his ear. “Quiet Goku. Remember, we have to be quiet.” The warm bathing of Sanzo’s breath covering
his ear threatened to elicit another moan, but Goku choked this one back in
time.
Sanzo began a slow,
steady rhythm, rubbing their cocks together and spreading the heat that the
priest was emitting throughout Goku’s system as a mouth reached for his
nipples. The monk swiped his tongue
over the pointed nubs and Goku jerked, not expecting the shocks that arrowed
out from them straight to his heart.
Sharp teeth closing over them had him crying out, only to snap his teeth
shut over the sound. He reminded
himself he had to be quiet.
Sanzo moved lower and
Goku was both relieved that the torment at his nipples was over yet also
wishing with everything in him for it to come back. As a still-hungry mouth traveled lower still, Goku’s stomach
muscles trembled at the touch over the skin of his belly. He was going to go insane and Sanzo was
making the most un-Sanzo like sounds as he ran his mouth over the youth’s skin.
Goku wanted to kiss
Sanzo, but the man had worked himself too far down Goku’s body for him to
reach. And besides, Goku considered
himself blessed that Sanzo had given him the kisses that he had, considering
the priest claimed to dislike such contact.
A giggle bubbled out of him as a tongue probed at his navel.
But then any mirth he
may have felt was washed away as a hand wrapped itself around his cock. He briefly became aware of his surroundings;
the darkened room, the sound of insects chirruping through the open window, the
smell of the night air tainted by the dirty scents of a low-tech village. But what flooded through his mind was that
it was Sanzo who was here with him.
Sanzo, who was touching him and running his mouth over him. Sanzo! He may have even whispered the name.
At first, he didn’t pay
any mind when a hand cupped his ass and a finger slid down the cleft of his
cheeks to touch at his hole. But when
Sanzo pulled back, a surge of panic went through Goku and he reached out to stop
him. But the priest only got up as far
as he needed to reach the nightstand and grab a tube of something. The panic ebbed and he watched as Sanzo
opened the tube and squirted some of the stuff onto his fingers before
recapping the tube and tossing it back onto the table. Then he was back and kissing him again.
“I’m going to prepare
you, Goku. Just try and stay relaxed,”
Sanzo whispered against his lips. Goku
couldn’t make his voice work so he just nodded. The finger was back, this time coated with some slippery
substance.
It pressed into him,
the sensation foreign and not particularly pleasant. Goku winced and squirmed, beginning to think this whole anal sex
thing just wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
Then something – some spot inside him – was touched and Goku stilled.
That had felt –
interesting.
Sanzo touched it again
and a tremor went through Goku.
Amazingly, he felt himself relax and open further, his cock taking an
interest in what was going on. Sanzo’s
finger withdrew, only to return with a friend, stretching Goku. It was still tender, and a bit
uncomfortable, but that spot inside of him wanted more touching. And it got more touching. This went on for some time, Sanzo preparing
him while they kissed, until the priest finally withdrew his fingers and
levered himself up.
“Turn around.” Sanzo instructed and leaned back, motioning
for Goku to flip over. “Hold on to the
headboard.” Goku obeyed and grabbed hard
onto the lower rail of the headboard.
The hard length of
Sanzo’s cock slid along the cleft of his ass and rubbed against the sensitive
opening there, back and forth slowly.
Goku whimpered and wiggled back, unable to stop the hungry clenching of
his ass, and he could feel his hole spasm, anticipation at what was coming.
“I want you,” Sanzo
breathed into his ear. “I’m going to
have you. I want you.” After several strokes, Sanzo shifted and
suddenly the large, soft head of Sanzo’s cock was nudging against his
entrance. The head rolled, circled
gently at his hole, then pressed.
At first it wasn’t
bad. He felt himself open and Sanzo
nudged in further. But then he realized
the size of what was entering him was far larger than the fingers used to
stretch him. A sharp burn had him
wincing and a sudden pain had one of his hands swinging back to Sanzo’s
hip. “Wait!” he gasped. “Too much!
Too much!”
“Easy, easy,” Sanzo
whispered to him in a shaking voice.
“Just relax. Let me in. Once I’m in, it’ll get better. Just relax.”
He would have marveled
at the tone of Sanzo’s voice at any other time, so soft and gentle. He could feel the callused palms of the man
stroke and massage the rounded curve of his ass. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out, forcing himself to
relax as he once again gripped the bar at the headboard.
More pressing, and this
time Goku tried his best to let it happen, panting. Suddenly, he felt the head of Sanzo’s cock pass through the
barrier and sink into him. Further
pressing and he felt himself filled to capacity. Sanzo settled over him, warm and panting.
“Ah, Goku. I’m in, I’m in.”
Goku waited, not
knowing what to expect as the burning eased and Sanzo stayed still, draped over
him. His own erection had flagged,
daunted by the pain, but as the burn passed and the uncomfortable pressure
began to ease, he grew impatient. Still
Sanzo didn’t move and Goku wondered if this was it. If this was all there was to sex. A bit anticlimactic after all the buildup from the kissing and
touching.
Did Sanzo cum? Was that all it took with sex with men? Was it any different when men had sex with
women? If Sanzo hadn’t cum, why wasn’t
he doing anything?
Then Sanzo began to
move.
He gasped, about to cry
out for Sanzo to stop as the movement rubbed against skin that was all so
tender. But he found himself just
panting, the friction running a quiver through his nerve endings that
threatened to blank out his mind. It
now felt … good. Better than good.
This was the best thing
ever!
He let himself get lost
in the sensations of having Sanzo fill him, moving within him. The scent of the priest, coupled with the
scent of sex, filled his nostrils and the sounds of their gasps and moans
filled his ears.
They were moving
together now, a rhythm that built in speed and tempo. But inside Goku it was different. In a complete contrast to the hard, now rapid activity going on
at his ass, the sensations coursing through his body seemed to be blending into
themselves as a slow storm. It was like
an incoming tide, the waves of pleasure spreading through him, meeting each
other and merging, so that they ebbed and grew and caused a constant rhythm of
pleasure – building in intensity.
Building too much. These feelings, these waves of intense
pleasure, were too much. He could feel
things – a being - stirring awake in him that frightened him.
Sanzo had one arm
wrapped crushingly tight across his chest, the other braced on the
mattress. The heat of the man’s
desperate, moist gasps dowsed his ear as hard, rich pulses thrummed through
him. Nothing like the alluring thrum he
felt jacking off. This was
threatening to … to … do … something.
He wanted to grab
himself. His cock was hurting and he
wanted to squeeze it to relieve the pressure but he wasn’t sure he could let up
on his death grip on the headboard.
Sanzo was driving into
him hard, fast, the bed creaking and hitting the wall in a rapid beat of
passion. But he was beyond worrying
about the noise it caused and Sanzo didn’t seem to be paying it any mind,
either. He finally reached down with
one arm and grabbed hold of his burning dick, his grip helping with the
pressure but increasing the pulse.
Actually, no help at all.
He could feel panic
start to stir.
“Sanzo,” he
whispered. “Sanzo, wait. Stop.
Something…” His plea was cut off
as his balls suddenly seemed to swell and tighten at the same time. “Sanzo!”
The sensations were
overwhelming, frightening. He didn’t
know for sure what was happening. This
was more than an orgasm. The force of what
he could feel building was so much more than what he’d felt pleasuring
himself. Confused, he tried to fight
the sensations. Unsuccessfully.
“What? What?”
Sanzo’s arm briefly let up on its grip then grabbed on even harder. “Oh,
fuck! Goku!” Several hard, jagged thrusts and Goku felt his reality ripped out
from under him as a low, baritone voice moaned his name.
It was several moments
before he came down and heard Sanzo speak again, slow and slurred. Almost incomprehensible. The priest was sprawled with his full weight
on top of him. “Goku.” The monk shifted slightly and tried to lever
himself up a bit on his elbows but his coordination didn’t seem to be
working. “Goku, are you alright? Did I hurt you?” Recovering from his own orgasm, all Goku caught from the monk was
‘Goku, r oo right? Id I urt oo?” The mumbled words were followed by soft snores and he knew that
Sanzo had passed out.
Goku simply laid there,
mulling over what had happened and soaking in the feel of Sanzo sleeping on top
of him, snoring quietly in his ear.
Goku wasn’t hurt, but
something told him that Sanzo had lost control, and he suspected that he,
himself, had come close to it. Sanzo
had been drunk and feeling, Goku guessed, possessive over him.
He smiled at the
thought of Sanzo feeling possessive of him.
But the thought of what
could have happened if he had come out terrified him. If Sanzo could lose control, then so could
he. He ran fingers over the coronet
around his head, nervously feeling for any cracks, but found none. He breathed a sigh of relief.
“Sanzo?”
There was no reply from
the priest. Goku wanted nothing better
than to just let himself drift off to sleep too, but it would be very bad for
the two of them to be caught sleeping together, naked in bed. Forcing his body to move, he gently
extricated himself from under the slumbering monk and gathered his clothes,
taking a moment to clean himself off with his shirt. Taking one last look at his sleeping sun, he smiled and quietly
left for his own room.
-tbc
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