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~Rude Awakenings~
Summary:
(Goku/Sanzo) Desks serve more purposes than writing on...
Warnings:
NC-17; yaoi, PWP, language
Notes:
Same universe as “A Simple Kiss.”
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Sanzo sighed as he lit his third cigarette of the early morning. This temple may not have had much in the way of comforts, but at least it had a window for him to sit in and watch the sun rise. Not that he wanted to be up at this hour, but sleep was evading him. He glared in the direction of his occupied bed. He was annoyed, had been since this whole thing had started, and now he was being deprived of his sleep by his own betraying body. And the reason for that was currently peacefully asleep, unaware of the turmoil he was causing.
Sanzo was not surprised that things had ended up like this. As soon as they had rolled into the small town with a temple dominating the skyline, he had gotten a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that he was not going to enjoy his time here. The people in the town had all but carried them up to the temple gates, singing and crying, “Sanzo-sama is here”, “Sanzo-sama will bless us”, and “Sanzo-sama will save us”. Save them? From what? Sanzo snorted to himself. This town had suffered no losses from youkai attacks, no major problems with death or disease; in fact, it was the nicest and most well off town they had gone through in awhile. But of course, when a holy man comes to town, all of a sudden everyone has a problem they need him to take care of.
The leaders of the temple were quite glad to have a monk of his standing staying there, and gladly agreed to put him and his companions up for the night. When the abbot had mentioned four rooms, Sanzo had seen Goku glance at him out of the corner of his eye, but he had ignored it and agreed. They had been camping out for days, and he knew the young man had been hoping for some time together tonight, but he would be damned if he was going to make their relationship obvious to this sop.
Pretty much as he had expected, it was not long before the monks had separated him from his companions, to Goku’s loud and irritated protests. Sanzo sympathized; he had not liked it either, but he had silenced the young man with a glare. Goku had finally gone with Hakkai and Gojyo as directed, his squared shoulders and flashing eyes telling anyone watching him how unhappy he was with the whole situation. Despite his annoyance, Sanzo had been amused by the young man’s protectiveness. These rare glimpses of maturity aroused his interest. Just a short time ago Goku would have been led away like a whipped puppy; now he was acting like a man. Sanzo had found himself looking forward to having a private room tonight. It had been too long since they had been alone.
Three hours later, when Sanzo stumbled to his room, a hand squeezing his forehead to alleviate the pressure attempting to pop his eyes out of his head, all he wanted was a cigarette and a beer. Or two. Or six. Anything to help him forget that the past three hours had happened. He had never liked to preach, but this had gone beyond even his worst expectations. He had never been so fawned over by such a group of pompous idiots as the leaders of this temple. As soon as the door slammed behind him, he yanked his robe over his head, tossing the garment into a corner. His worshipping admirers had not been able to stop touching him, and his skin crawled at the memory. He stalked into the bathroom in the corner of the room, shedding his clothes as he went. All that adoration had made him feel dirty, and he could not wait to cleanse himself.
The water was warm instead of hot, but at least it was running water, and at the moment Sanzo was not being picky. He grabbed a thick cake of soap and a clean washcloth as he stepped into the shower. Just the water running down his body was enough to make him feel a little better, though it did not help his headache. The soap created a rich lather, and the bathroom filled with a scent that Sanzo knew he should be able to identify.
It was not until he was drying himself and caught a whiff of the smell coming off his skin that he realized why it seemed so familiar. There was an earthy component to it that reminded him of Goku, especially when the young man was just out of the shower. Sanzo closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. Ghostly fingers of memory caressed him, and he shivered. Yearning for the giver of those remembered touches coursed through him briefly, and he wondered where Goku was.
Sanzo brushed the towel over his hair, paying it little notice. Now that he was clean there were addictions to attend to and hunger to appease. He tossed the towel over the top of the shower stall and strolled into the bedroom naked. The room was a large one, befitting his status, with a comfy bed taking up one corner, a table for dining in the other, and a study connected to the bedroom by an open doorway. He peeked into the study on his way to the table for his cigarettes and bag. A hefty desk dominated the room, the top neatly organized and stocked with whatever a guest might need for correspondence or business. A small bookshelf stood to the left of it, a few books littering the shelves between odd shapes that Sanzo would guess someone had thought were art. A huge picture window was across the room from the door, a wide ledge perfect for sitting underneath it. The cushioned seat seemed to call his name, and Sanzo found no reason not to answer the call.
He pulled a pair of loose drawstring pants from his bag and slid them on before grabbing his cigarettes and lighter and heading to the window seat. He held in the first lungful of smoke for as long as he could, breathing out slowly as he felt some of the tension slide from him. The youkai with hammers in his head eased off a little bit, and Sanzo released a sigh of relief. He was just settling in comfortably when a knock sounded on the door. Sanzo scowled at the offending noise, but decided that ignoring it probably would only encourage the intruder to continue bothering him.
Slamming the door open, he glared at the person on the other side. The young woman standing there started at the sound of the door hitting the wall, then stared at him with wide eyes. Sanzo softened his glare a little, but grew more irritated as her eyes traveled down his shirtless body and back to his face. There was only one person whom he allowed to look at him like that.
“Yes? What do you want?” he ground out.
“Oh! Uh, sorry, Sanzo-sama. I-I just came to bring you your dinner.” The young woman blushed and lowered her head as she held out the tray.
He took it from her and shut the door in her face. The food smelled good, and he carried it back into the study to eat. He mourned the fact that there was no beer, but what could he expect from a temple? As he uncovered the tray, the lack of meat reminded Sanzo why he did not normally eat in temples. It made him think of his companions, Goku in particular, who must have been complaining at the vegetable and rice fare.
Sanzo paused as the thought sunk in. Really, where was Goku? He had almost expected the young man to be here when he returned, and found his continued absence disturbing. He stomped on the feelings of disappointment. Sure, he enjoyed Goku’s company, but he did not need him around all the time. Glancing out the window, Sanzo judged the time by the last violet and orange rays that were disappearing over the horizon. It was getting late. Irritation displaced disappointment. Here he was, wasting his time and energy with the morons leading the temple so they would have a nice place to stay, and Goku, Gojyo, and Hakkai could not even stop by to see him. Not that he wanted to be bothered, it was just… well, it would be nice for his efforts to be appreciated.
Sanzo finished eating and lit another cigarette. The sky was totally dark now, and there was still no sign of his friends… or his lover. Two cigarettes later, he decided that even if Goku came in naked and begging, he was getting kicked out the door. This kind of unreliability could not be tolerated. Not after the evening he had been forced to endure. His headache was kicking back in again, even worse this time, and he massaged his temples in an attempt to ease it. The motion did no good, and he finally gave up. Sanzo stubbed out his cigarette angrily and went into the bedroom, ready to attempt sleep.
He had just begun to get comfortable when running footsteps sounded in the hallway. He prayed that they would pass his door, but no such luck. The slamming of the door against the wall made Sanzo wince and reach for his temples, the light from the open door blinding him in the darkened room. Goku stood in the doorway, the brightness behind him turning him into a darkened silhouette. “Sanzo?” The query was extended quietly, the complete opposite of his previous actions.
“Idiot! Get in or get out, I don’t care, just close the fucking door!” Sanzo was all but yelling.
Goku hesitated at the fury in his tone, but quickly came in and quietly shut the door behind him. He stumbled towards the table and flipped on the lamp, setting his bag and a grocery bag down. The light drove daggers into Sanzo’s brain, and he closed his eyes, biting back a moan of pain. This was definitely the worst headache he had had in a long time.
A weight pressed down onto the bed next to him, and a cool hand was laid on his forehead. “Sanzo? Are you okay?”
The chilly weight on his skin felt so good that Sanzo immediately forgave the young man his tardiness. Keeping his eyes closed, he replied, “Fucking headache is killing me.”
“Oh.” Sanzo almost whimpered when the hand was removed, but it was back a second later with a twin, both of them pressed against his temples. The light shining through his eyelids took on a green tint, and as the pain eased he realized that Goku was healing him. As the last of the pain disappeared, Sanzo opened his eyes to see gold hovering in front of his face. “Better?”
He was, infinitely so, but now that he felt better his irritation came flooding back. “Ch’,” Sanzo replied, pushing the young man off of him and getting out of bed. He floundered for a second, not remembering where he had left his cigarettes, and Goku noticed.
“On the windowsill.”
Sanzo turned to stare at him, then strode into the study. His cigarettes were sitting on the windowsill just as Goku had said. He grabbed the pack and lit one as he re-entered the bedroom and took a seat at the table. He quirked an eyebrow at the youkai questioningly. “And how exactly did you know that?”
Goku shrugged. “Saw you sitting in the window when we were coming home, so I just assumed that’s where you left them.”
“And what were you doing outside? Does it have anything to do with you bothering me so late?” Sanzo’s voice was laced with irritation.
Goku winced slightly at his tone, but answered calmly enough. “Gojyo, Hakkai, and I were invited to dinner at the local inn, and we just got back.”
“Did you have fun?” He loaded the question with sarcasm.
“Yeah.” Goku drew the word out, frowning slightly. “I brought you something.” He opened the grocery bag and drew out a six-pack of beer.
Sanzo frowned at the young man as he grabbed a beer and popped it open. “What the hell are you trying to butter me up for?”
Goku looked hurt. “I’m not! I can’t do something nice for you without wanting something in return?”
“Ch’. No.”
The young man walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. “You’re in a bad mood tonight.”
His statement only irritated Sanzo further. “Then get out. Who told you to come bother me anyway?” He kept to himself the fact that he had wished for just that.
Nervously fiddling with his pants, Goku looked down at his hands. “I just… wanted to spend some time with you.”
It was a sweet thing to say, but Sanzo was having none of it. “What makes you think I want to spend time with you?”
Goku’s head shot up, a hurt expression crossing his face. “Okay… Then I guess I’ll leave you alone.”
Sanzo watched as the young man trudged towards the door. A twinge of guilt hit him, and he spoke before realizing it. “Goku.”
He did not turn around. “Yeah?”
“You can… stay here tonight.”
At this the young man did turn around. “You sure?” he asked hesitantly.
“Didn’t I just say so?” Sanzo snapped.
Goku winced. “Sorry.” The younger man made no more attempts at conversation as he readied himself for bed. The shoulder armor and cape were laid carefully on the edge of the table, and his traveling clothing exchanged for the t-shirt and shorts he normally slept in. As he stepped into the bathroom, he shot a glance towards the table, but Sanzo ignored him, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the window.
When the young man came out, face freshly washed, he walked up behind the monk and put his arms around his neck, kissing him lightly on the cheek. Sanzo shrugged out of the embrace. “Get off. Go to bed.” Goku’s protests died on his lips at the glare Sanzo shot him. He meekly went to the bed and lay down, his only protest to the unkind treatment in his position facing the wall, back to the monk.
Sanzo sighed. He knew he was being unfair to Goku, but he was in no mood to deal with him. Why Sanzo had told the young man he could stay was beyond him. Stubbing out one final cigarette, Sanzo crossed to the bed and lay on his back, inexplicably bothered by the hurt that radiated from the young man even as he snored. Guilt washed over him and he pulled Goku to him, fitting the younger man’s back to his chest. Goku snuggled against him and Sanzo closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.
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Sanzo’s eyes shot open, his body violently ripped from slumber. The quick awakening disoriented him, and he lay blinking in the dim light, wondering what had awoken him. Then he felt it, a rough brush against his groin. Heat flamed up, rippling through him. The touch came again, and he shuddered against it. Now he knew what had awakened him. Sanzo’s eyes sought out Goku’s shape in the light from the window. During their sleep, the young man had turned in his embrace to face him, one arm pillowing his head, the other… As Sanzo watched, Goku’s hand caressed him again. He gasped quietly and peered closely at the young man. To his surprise, Goku seemed to be asleep, despite his actions. Sanzo glared at him. Not only was Goku waking him up like this, but he did not even have the decency to be awake to finish what he had started.
Another caress, longer this time, and Sanzo’s body responded ardently to it. Cursing softly, he stared at Goku. The young man’s lips parted slightly, and a word escaped with his exhaled breath. “Sanzo…” The monk’s body temperature skyrocketed. It took all his willpower not to molest the young man. He might have, had Goku not chosen that moment to remove his hand and turn over, snoring softly.
Sanzo sighed. As tempting as it was to wake Goku up with a rough kiss, he did not want to rob him of sleep just to satisfy his carnal desires. He had no desire to deal with a tired – and therefore extra whiney – Goku during their travels the next day. He slipped out of bed quietly, careful to not disturb Goku more than necessary. His partner did not even stir. Grabbing his cigarettes and the beer off the table, he went into the study and seated himself on the windowsill. The first puff cooled his heated skin, and he felt himself calm. Opening a beer, he drank it quickly, then opened another. This one he actually tasted, and by the time it was finished he began to feel the soothing numbness of the first. He laid his head back and closed his eyes. Damn Goku for being so desirable, and damn him for acting out his desires even in sleep.
Sanzo had settled into a peaceful daze when he felt movement beside him a second before lips brushed against his neck. The subsiding passion flared back into existence, and Sanzo choked on a shuddering breath. A firm hand grasped his chin and tilted his head to the side, giving his attacker better access to the sensitive skin under his jaw. The lips caressed him gently, sending tingles down his spine. Heat blossomed in his stomach and spread through his body. A second hand traced patterns down his chest, leaving flames in its wake, trailing down to tug teasingly at the waistband of his pants.
The action tore Sanzo from his pleasure-induced stupor. He jerked away and glared at Goku. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The young man gave him a sultry smile, but did not answer his question. “What are you doing up?” He lightly drew his fingertips down the monk’s arm.
Sanzo smacked his hand away. “None of your business. Go back to bed.”
“No.” Goku leaned forward and placed butterfly kisses down his shoulder. “I can think of much better things to do than sleep.”
Sanzo swallowed hard. It had been a while since they had been alone, and it was not like he would get back to sleep anytime soon. Still… it would not do for Goku to think him so easily manipulated. “You might not be tired, but I am.”
Goku frowned slightly, than smirked. “Your body says differently.” So saying, he laid a hand directly on Sanzo’s crotch.
Sanzo sucked air. That was it; he had tried to be nice, but Goku had to be difficult. He swung his legs off of the window seat and stood up abruptly, making Goku stumble backwards to avoid being stepped on. Sanzo put out a hand to steady the young man, but changed his mind mid-action and pushed Goku against the wall. He followed the startled young man’s backwards motion and pressed close, a hand on the wall on either side of Goku’s head. Leaning in until their lips were only millimeters apart, Sanzo spoke quietly. “Do you know how I woke up today?”
Goku looked confused. “No?”
“Like this.” Sanzo reached down and rubbed his palm across Goku’s groin.
The youkai jerked in surprise, eyes widening. “What?”
The monk repeated the motion, feeling the effect he was having on Goku’s body. “I woke up with your hands on me.”
“R-really?” The brunette managed to squeak out.
“Yeah. And you know what else?” The same action, a little harder this time, and Goku braced his hands on the wall behind him for support.
“W-w…” He broke off to moan quietly. “W-what?”
Sanzo slipped his hand inside Goku’s shorts. “You,” he emphasized the word with a slight squeeze that caused Goku’s eyes to roll up into his head, “were asleep.”
It took Goku a moment to be able to respond. Breathing heavily, he licked his lips. “Sorry.”
“No,” Sanzo murmured, “I don’t think you are.” Drawing slow circles with his palm, he brought their mouths together. “But you will be.”
Goku’s lips were already parted as Sanzo began his assault, and the monk took the open invitation. Slipping his tongue into the young man’s mouth, he traced lazy patterns on his tongue, copying the motions he was making with his hand. Goku responded eagerly, tangling their tongues together as he pressed into Sanzo’s hand. His arousal was pronounced, evidence of how long it had been since they had had time together. Sanzo was in no better state, glad that he was wearing loose pants instead of his normal tight jeans.
He pulled away from their kiss to catch his breath, but did not return to the sweetness of Goku’s lips right away. Keeping up his hand motions, he drew a wet trail across the underside of the younger man’s jaw. Goku tilted his head to the side to afford him better access, though Sanzo doubted the move was done consciously. He nipped lightly at the pulse point beating there, and the skin under his lips throbbed as Goku moaned. It was an arousing sound, and Sanzo felt himself react to it. His heartbeat sped up, and he was forced to shift slightly to relieve the ache that being contained was inflicting on him.
Goku dipped his head and pulled his hands off the wall to grasp Sanzo’s neck, pulling him back into a searing kiss. They were both breathing heavily now, radiating the heat of desire. As their tongues danced, Sanzo switched his motion, grasping Goku firmly and stroking slowly. Goku groaned into his mouth. Sanzo was so focused on the young man squirming under his touch that he jerked in surprise as a hand caressed his groin.
Goku drew back and smirked at him. “Problems?”
“No,” Sanzo growled at him, though in truth he was having trouble keeping his silence with the sensations radiating through him. He always forgot how much he missed this, this effect they had on each other, when they did not have the time for privacy very often. Only Goku had the ability to draw these feelings out of him.
Without warning, Goku dropped to his knees in front of him. Sanzo stared down at him, unsure of his intentions until the young man yanked his pants down. Rough hands drew up his thighs, sliding around to grasp his ass. Goku pulled him in until Sanzo stepped forward, leaving his pants behind. He would have been cold in the chilly room, had the fire in him not heated his blood to the boiling point.
It was… arousing…. to watch Goku as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against Sanzo. The monk swallowed back a moan as he was taken in, inch by agonizing inch, Goku teasing him to the best of his considerable ability. He was unable to suppress his cries a moment later when Goku brought a hand back around to caress his base. Sanzo rocked back on his heels, keeping his feet only because of the grip the young man had on him. He buried a hand in the soft brown hair to steady himself, leaning forward a bit to rest the other hand on the wall.
Goku continued his torture as the monk leaned further forward and placed his forehead against the wall. Sanzo struggled to keep his wits about him, not to thrust into the young man’s mouth, but it was becoming difficult. He closed his eyes against the rush of pleasure from Goku’s actions. He was not sure how much more he could take, and this was not how he wanted things to end. He stepped backwards with weak knees, pulling himself from the warm wetness of the young man’s mouth.
Goku looked up at him questioningly, and Sanzo extended a hand to pull him up. Goku took it, and Sanzo brought him to his feet, pulling him in close for a passionate kiss. Goku drew back just enough to pull his own t-shirt off, Sanzo’s hands helping and hindering at the same time as he caressed the young man’s chest, drawing slow circles around his nipples. Every touch brought a quickening of breath, and Goku faltered in his actions more than once. Finally getting the shirt over his head, he tossed it to the side and glared at the monk. “You are making things difficult.”
Sanzo smirked. “That’s funny. I thought I was making them hard.”
Goku stared at him for a second, then narrowed his eyes. Taking a step forward, he slid his hands down the monk’s pale chest, tracing every line of muscle and every scar with his fingertips as he left love bites along Sanzo’s collarbones. Sanzo’s head sank back, blond hair sweeping against his shoulders, and the combination of sensations made him shiver. Goku wrapped both arms around the monk’s waist, holding him in position as the young man assaulted the sensitive spots on his chest. Sanzo brought a hand to either side of Goku’s face and brought the young man’s lips back up to his.
He was gentle with his kisses at first, despite his raging desire, but Goku was not holding back. He responded fiercely, nipping at Sanzo’s lower lip. When their tongues intertwined, Goku teased and stroked until he lured Sanzo between his lips, then clamped down, sucking gently on his tongue. Sanzo’s mind reeled, the action recalling their position just a few moments ago. He would not have thought it was possible to be more aroused by his spirited lover, but he was. Something inside him shifted, and he could no longer wait. He wanted Goku now.
Sanzo took a step back, Goku’s hold on him forcing the young man to follow or be separated. Refusing to relinquish their closeness, Goku followed. Sanzo was aiming for the door to the bedroom as they stumbled their way backwards, exchanging impassioned kisses, but after just a few steps he knew they would never make it that far. He changed directions slightly, aiming instead for the desk in the center of the study. A much closer target, it was not long before his extended hand touched the edge of the wood.
Turning in Goku’s loose hold, Sanzo swept an arm over the left hand side of the desk, sending papers and books to the floor. Goku laughed from behind him as he pressed into the monk’s back. “They’re gonna wonder what storm swept through here.”
“Idiot,” Sanzo shot back. “You’re going to clean this up later.”
“Wha—“
Sanzo cut off his indignant reply as he picked up a bottle he had almost sent flying. “This is an odd thing to stock a desk with.” He glanced over his shoulder at the young man behind him, quirking a golden brow.
A blush crept into Goku’s cheeks. “I-I put it there, when I came in. Thought it might be… well, I hoped…” he trailed off, embarrassment tinting his golden skin red.
Sanzo looked down at the bottle of lotion in his hand. He had to admit, it made things much easier. One more swipe of his arm and the desk was clean. Turning around, he sat on its edge. “Not going to do much with those on.” He eyed the shorts Goku still wore, the only item of clothing left between them. They were gone so fast he realized he must have blinked.
Goku advanced on him, and Sanzo slid back on the desk. The young man placed a hand on his chest and shoved him down onto the wood, latching onto his lips for a fierce kiss. Hands caressed his thighs, sliding up his hips, gripping the prominent bones there. Slowly Sanzo was drawn towards the edge again, and he pulled his legs up, resting his heels on the desk. Goku pulled back and picked up the bottle, opening it with a snap. He looked Sanzo in the eyes, asking permission even at this late moment, and Sanzo gave it to him. The blonde laid his head back on the desk and closed his eyes, preparing himself for what was to come.
He heard the top of the lotion bottle snap shut and took a deep breath, pressing the backs of his hands into his eyes. No matter how many times they did this, it always took him a few moments to adjust. He involuntarily tensed, but instead of a cold finger pressing into him, Sanzo felt soft lips on his chest. He relaxed as Goku laid light kisses down his breastbone, nipping gently every few inches, stopping to swirl a wet tongue around his nipples. The young man’s hair tickled him, and his warm breath washed over the monk’s skin. When the intrusion finally did occur, he barely felt it for what it was. Every nerve was tuned to nothing but pleasure, from the rough warmth of the wood beneath him to the shivers that overwhelmed him as Goku licked his skin, blowing lightly on the wet trail left behind.
The second finger slid in as painlessly as the first, and Sanzo was suffused with a warmth that tickled every inch of his body. Goku brought his other hand into play, running it down the monk’s leg to grasp at his hip as he continued laying kisses on his stomach. The feelings that coursed through Sanzo at the young man’s touch on his hypersensitive skin took his breath away and he gasped loudly. Goku’s head shot up at the sound, a questioning look on his face, but Sanzo did not have breath to answer him, paralyzed by the pure sensation the stretching fingers sparked in him. Taking a deep breath, he could only whisper, “More.”
Goku grinned. A third finger joined the other two, and Sanzo was beyond caring about the small stab of pain that accompanied the entry. There was too much pleasure sweeping over his body to be distracted by anything else. His back arched up off the desk as the fingers probed the spot in him that made him forget everything. As pleasurable as it had been before, this was ten times better. Goku knew it, and teased with light touches, making Sanzo squirm and writhe as he strained to breathe. Struggling to hold himself together, he reached down and grabbed the young man’s arm. Goku met his eyes, and Sanzo took in the flushed face, the slightly parted lips, the heaving chest. He was the picture of rampant desire. Sanzo had to swallow before he could force words from his dry throat. “Goku. Now.” Anything more was beyond him.
Goku nodded, a quick gesture that revealed how ready he was for this as well. As he drew back, picking up the lotion bottle again, Sanzo dropped his legs to the floor and stood up. Goku looked at him questioningly, and Sanzo snatched a quick kiss, then turned, leaning over the desk. It was at just the right height to comfortably rest his chest upon, and the edge would be useful for bracing. He glanced back over his shoulder to see Goku staring at him with lust-filled eyes. It made the ache grow within him, the desire to feel completed.
When their eyes locked, Sanzo felt scorched by the heat in that gaze. He had to stop himself from begging the young man to hurry. Goku picked up on his urgency and quickly covered his length with lotion, then positioned himself. Sanzo closed his eyes as Goku pushed into him. The warmth sparked into the hottest flame, consuming and devouring him. He could hear Goku panting behind him, struggling to go slowly, not to hurt the man he loved. But Sanzo was ready for him, needed him, and used his grip on the desk to thrust himself suddenly backwards.
They both moaned as Goku slid the rest of the way home, freezing in their positions, waves of pleasure washing over them. Sanzo’s heart was racing, slamming against his rib cage, and he could not seem to get enough air. Goku slouched over him, forehead resting against his back, and he could feel the young man’s shuddering breath on his skin. He could have stayed there forever, just like that, but as the burning began to wane, he found the desire to move. Raising himself up on his elbows to deepen the angle, he pulled himself forward, then pushed back. Goku moaned again, but gripped his hips tightly and quickly fell into Sanzo’s rhythm.
They moved slowly at first, gently, coaxing the sweetest of feelings out of each other. Every thrust, every retreat pulled with it a moan from Sanzo, who was far beyond being able to control himself. Quickly becoming confident in the cadence they had set, Goku’s hands began to wander, increasing Sanzo’s pleasure as rough fingers slid over his sweat-slicked skin. One hand crept down to caress his aching sex, and Sanzo cried out loudly. The combination of intense sensations was almost more than he could bear. He rocked back harder, increasing their speed, and lifted himself up off the desk, bracing his hands on the edge. Back arched and head thrown back, his whole body pulsed in time with the hard thrusts.
Tossing his head to one side to pull his soaked hair off his shoulders, he was vaguely surprised when Goku’s hand wrapped around his jaw. Fingers caressed his lips, and the monk opened his mouth to let them in. First one finger, then two, and Sanzo sucked on them eagerly, wrapping his tongue around them. He was barely aware that Goku’s grunts had escalated to moans at his actions, but he felt the results, as the young man pounded into him even harder. The fingers plunged into his mouth, then pulled partway out, echoing their motions. Sanzo moaned around them, the grip on his chin the only thing keeping his head back.
He pushed off of the desk, arching his back, head still held back by the hand on his jaw, fingers barely gripping the edge of the wood. Every movement brushed the sacred spot inside him, and all Sanzo could feel was the pleasure Goku was inflicting on him, driving him closer and closer to the edge. The hand on his arousal stroked with their movements, and he caressed the fingers in his mouth with his tongue, sensation running rampant through his body. He heard Goku gasp his name, and the pure lust in it thrilled him.
In the end, it was that sound, his name on Goku’s lips, that undid him. His cry started as a low moan and ended in an almost scream, and Sanzo felt himself finally consumed by the fire within him. The groan that broke from him rolled Goku’s name with that of the gods he served but did not believe in. White blanketed his vision, and it was not until his heart slowed that he realized his eyes were clenched tightly shut. As his entire body slowly relaxed, Sanzo sank back down onto the desk, bringing Goku with him. The young man had his arms tightly wrapped around the monk’s chest, though Sanzo could not say when they had gotten there.
They lay still for a few moments, letting their breathing steady, until the weight on his back and the edge of the desk digging into his chest made Sanzo uncomfortable enough to move his exhausted body. At his stirring, Goku pulled away from him, and they both winced as sensitive tissues were tortured by their parting. Sanzo turned and leaned back against the desk, shifting slightly against the minor soreness that always accompanied their more active sessions. The lingering pleasure made it all worthwhile though, and he had to admit that the completeness he had found with Goku more than made up for any pain.
Goku leaned up against him, arms loosely around his waist, head tucked under his chin. Sanzo was surprised he was still on his feet; he was not sure he would have been if he did not have the desk to lean against. He hesitated a second, then wrapped Goku in a tight embrace, surprising them both with the possessive gesture. Goku looked up into his eyes, and Sanzo laid a gentle kiss on his lips. He could feel Goku’s mouth curve into a smile beneath his, and could not suppress an answering smile of his own.
Pulling back a little, he rested his forehead on Goku’s. “Can we go back to bed now?”
The youth laughed. “Not going to make me clean this up?”
Sanzo smirked. “I didn’t say that.”
Goku frowned at him. “You’re mean.”
“I never said I wasn’t.”
The brunette stared for a second, then snorted. “True,” he admitted. “You wouldn’t be you otherwise.”
Sanzo was not quite sure how to take the flippant comment, so he resorted to his usual defense. Lacking his fan – not to mention the clothing his fan was stored in – he bopped Goku lightly on the head with his fist. “If you’re going to insult me, you can sleep in your own room.”
“Sanzoooo…” Goku drew out his name with a yawn and snuggled into his chest. “You wouldn’t really do that to me, would you?”
He was sure he would before their journey ended, but not tonight. “You can clean this up in the morning. Let’s go.” Goku was already half asleep against him, and murmured a protest when Sanzo pushed him to his feet. “Stand up, I’m not dragging your ass to bed.” Despite his words, he kept an arm around Goku’s waist, guiding him into bed. He tucked him in and hesitated, torn between following Goku and the call of one last cigarette.
As he took an uncertain step away from the bed, a hand shot out and caught him by the wrist. Sanzo turned, surprised that Goku was still awake. “Sanzo? Aren’t you coming to bed?”
“I was just… yeah, I am.”
He slid under the sheets and pulled them up around the two of them, luxuriating in the smooth cotton and his partner’s warmth. Goku snuggled up to him, curling up like a satisfied cat. Sanzo laid a hand on his hip, squeezing slightly, arresting the slow closing of golden eyes. “Sanzo… love you.” Goku’s eyes slid closed, and he began to snore almost immediately.
Sanzo looked down at the young man in his arms and placed a kiss on the tousled brown head. “I know.” Closing his eyes, he let himself drift into the best sleep he had had in days.
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[~owari~]