April 18, 2004

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Oh man. I don't really know what to say about this. Just read it. LOL.

Warnings: PWP-ish. Some language at the end. And sex. Sort of. You'll see what I mean. 93.

Affinity
By Pervasive Threnody

It was not going to be a good day.

Goku may not have known much about anything, but that fact was painfully clear. It was not going to be a good day at all.

It had started well enough. A few days earlier, Sanzo had been summoned to a neighboring temple, and Goku had asked to go along. Begged, really. Sanzo was never one to give in easily. Neither of them were. He'd finally worn the monk down with as much whining as he could manage between hits of the harisen. At least it'd worked, even if his head was still smarting days later.

They'd set out together, a content Goku riding beside Sanzo on horseback. For most of the trip there, all had gone well, though the monk was less than cheerful about the summons and made a rather poor conversationalist. Of course, he was never cheerful, so his sullen behavior was nothing new. But some things could be overlooked, and Goku was good at that. So they traveled.

Until the youkai ambush, that is. It had come out of nowhere, as ambushes are prone to do. It was also completely unexpected, considering the minus wave had been reversed years ago. But then, some people never could let go of grudges, and these youkai were apparently among them. They'd leapt from the trees in a swarm, descending upon the pair without wasting any time and overtaking them before either could react. It was clear that they had an actual plan this time instead of the usual tact of standing around and sneering.

Unfortunately.

Goku remembered nothing after the cloth was thrown across his face. Upon waking, his blurred senses told him that the binding was still wrapped around his mouth, rendering him unable to speak. Further inspection revealed he was in what appeared to be an old storehouse. It was small, bleak, and smelled as if it were used not for storing food but for something less than sanitary.

Ugh. Time to leave. Goku wrinkled his nose and tried to stand up. It would have worked, were it not for the chains binding his feet to the floor and his hands well away from his body.

Great. He tested them with as much strength as he could manage, but they held fast where the ends were bolted into the wall. Goku groaned and rolled onto his side, noting with even more annoyance that someone had decided to remove half his traveling clothing and tear rips in the rest of it. Those hadn’t been cheap, dammit. He rolled his eyes, irritated. In the process, they lit on a nonmoving, human-shaped lump on the far side of the room.

Sanzo.

Well, that was a relief. He was probably alive, just unconscious. If they could find a way to get free before anyone returned, everything ought to be okay....

And then Sanzo's eyes opened, looking straight at him.

Goku returned the gaze, holding it fast, content to let his eyes linger. When they moved again, wandering southward, they discovered that Sanzo's robes were missing and his pants were torn to utter shreds. The leather top and gloves remained intact. Whether it was a blessing or not, he wasn’t sure, but either way it was a great view. Goku swallowed at the sight, to which Sanzo rolled his eyes, mumbled something into his gag, and shifted where he lay. The movement was accompanied by the clank of chains presumably identical to Goku's own, and a few muffled curses as a still-groggy Sanzo tried to fight his way free. Goku looked on, amused; as if Sanzo had heard him laugh audibly, his head snapped up and he glared daggers.

Smirking to himself, Goku allowed his eyes to travel down Sanzo's body. His gaze hovered on the outline of muscles beneath his form-fitting top, on solid arms embraced by sleek leather gloves, on a slim waist narrowing to the curve of long, elegant legs. They moved up again to drink in the curve of his jaw, the muted flare of high cheekbones accentuated by ivory skin smeared just so with dirt from the floor, and vibrant amaranthine eyes framed on all sides by brilliant golden hair. The sight made Goku’s breath catch, though he’d seen it all a thousand times over, and his eyes softened.

A strange noise from the object of his ogling pulled him from his reverie. Not to be outdone, Sanzo was having his turn; gleaming eyes took their sweet time raking over every inch of Goku's own body. When their gazes met again, there was no hiding the raw desire in them.

The simple action was incredibly stimulating, and it made Goku squirm. As he did so, manacles rubbed his wrists in protest, and he stopped, wary of the rawness they would cause.

But it was damn hard to stay still and ignore the flames smoldering in his belly.

They lay there, unmoving save for the rise and fall of lungs more starved of air than they should have been. Apparently satisfied with the virtual undressing he'd given, Sanzo closed one eye in a slow wink. At this gesture a sudden urge to touch him assaulted Goku, and he whined, tugging against his restraints. Sanzo watched, still motionless, though there was an attractive flush of color staining his cheeks.

Frustrated, desperate to connect with him, Goku fought harder. It was no good. The chains still held firm, chafing his wrists, and he was still ridiculously aroused. Trapped inside a smelly hole in the wall, with the only person he ever wanted to relieve him of such a burden lying mere feet away, unreachable. Untouchable. A muffled cry escaped from Goku's mouth and he struggled a final time before going slack, half-sprawled on his stomach. His eyes drooped as he lay, panting, unfulfilled.

And then it dawned on him how simple the answer really was.

Mollified now, Goku caught Sanzo's eyes once more. He cocked his head to the side, searching the familiar, beloved face for a response. When Sanzo made no move to turn his own away, Goku nodded and shifted a bit to find a more comfortable position.

He paused a moment and tried to catch his breath. Waves of heat were still teasing his groin, and he now welcomed them, reveling in the sensation. It really was electrifying; nothing in the world could be like it. Almost as fascinating was how easy the feeling was to recall with nothing more than simple eye contact and a good, long look at the most attractive being wandering the face of the planet.

Gods, he was exquisite. Even lying in an ungraceful heap on a dirt floor. Especially lying in an ungraceful heap on a dirt floor, his hair rumpled and those damn robes out of the way and that adorable blush of arousal on his face. If he would only move, just a little....perfect. As if reading his thoughts, Sanzo had shifted where he lay. The new position gave Goku a perfect view of his magnificent backside. Blood rushed southward in his body; he welcomed it, letting his head fall back as he stoked the fire with his own imagination.

Did he know, even the slightest bit, what he could do with a simple look? Self-centered and cold as Sanzo acted at times, he was absolutely magnetic. All he had to do was be Sanzo, beautiful body and all, and Goku would become mush. Putty. A human-sized pile of dribble. And that was before they got started.

Speaking of which...

Inside his mind, Goku reached out, sensing Sanzo there as he had been for so long. Wishing desperately that it could be real, he shut his eyes and concentrated on drawing him close for a slow, tempered kiss. Soft lips against soft lips; an adoring conversation of mouths. Mentally he released a low moan as the kisses grew more heated. He imagined trailing them over soft, pale skin, past the delicious curve where neck met jaw and fluttering pulse. Down to the slope of muscular shoulders tense with anticipation, across the smooth expanse of a perfectly defined torso marred with scars from endless skirmishes and attacks. He kissed every one of them, willing the pain they'd caused to never return.

With all the mental strength he had, Goku focused now on completing what he had started. He ground their hips together, moaning as the friction sent a wave of pleasure through his entire being. Wanting more, he flung himself to his knees and took Sanzo's length into his mouth, nearly biting down as his own body hardened with an immediate spike of electricity. He sucked on it in a frenzy, licking, teasing. Anything he could do to...

Suddenly a hand invaded Goku's mind, closing insistently around his own member.

Goku returned from his mental state with a jolt as his body flooded with unbelievable tension, sending him nearly over the edge. He let loose a cry; eyes flying open in surprise as another voice matched the call. He looked over at Sanzo's body in time to see the man's head slam backward, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

He was?...

Through his lust-induced haze, Goku saw Sanzo's eyes open and look in his direction. If his mouth hadn't been covered, Goku was positive he would have been privy to the most smug look Sanzo could have given.

And then the world stopped turning.

In one synchronous moment, their backs arched. Goku cried out as he hit his peak, fighting to keep his eyes open as the timeless dance came to an end, and his body exploded in mind-numbing release. He heard Sanzo groan his name hoarsely in return, and they slumped to the ground as one.

Overwhelmed, out of strength, Goku could only breathe and feel. He smiled around the binding and watched Sanzo's face as it fell slack with exhaustion.

Their eyes met for the final time, and another longing seized him that had nothing to do with sex. He pushed it aside, unable to fully reconcile it now, and allowed his eyes to drift shut. Silently promising they would do things properly when they were free again, Goku let himself be carried to a nebulous sleep of Sanzo-filled dreams.

And the day had started out so poorly, too.

*~*~*

"Hey! Get a load of this!" A youkai ran from the storehouse, a shit-eating grin on his face, and summoned his cronies. "C'mere!"

"Holy shit, it reeks like someone fucked in here," one exclaimed, whiffing the air as the group crowded into the small building. "What in the hell happened?"

"What do you think?" Another youkai bared his fangs with glee and pointed at the sleeping, sweat-dampened faces. "THEY happened."

"I'll be damned." The first youkai whistled. "Never thought you could do something like that. Without jacking off, even!"

"Aw, hell, take their chains off. Let 'em go. They'll be no good to us now anyway," one spoke up.

Cackles all around; the bonds were released. With smirks at the pair, the youkai let them be.

'Think you could ever do something like that?" the foul-mouthed youkai asked the leader as they abandoned the storeroom.

"Hell no." The leader smirked. "Ain't none of us got nothing like that."

"I suppose not."

"Wouldn't hurt to try though."

"Ha! Now you'll have the whole village going at it." The vulgar youkai cackled. "This should be fun."

"Almost as much fun as watchin' woulda been...."

"Oooh, another good idea!..."

And their voices faded away, leaving only silence behind as two very contented ex-captives continued to sleep.

Owari

*~*~*

Holy crap. Did I write that? O_o My computer says I did, so I think I'll believe it. I know it's wordy for a Goku POV, but I'M narrating, dammit, and the writer wins. ^_^

A little bit of side story: I wrote this to challenge myself: two characters, hands and legs bound, no dialogue from either side. Make them climax. Did it work? I'm not yet sure. It almost would have been better as a Gojyo/Hakkai piece, seeing how pervy the kappa can be. But MY imagination says these two are just as bad. *leer* It would take a great deal of imagination and sexual tension to do something like this, I'd wager. But the right two people ought to be able to pull it off. Maybe sometime I'll try it. *ducks*

Thanks for reading!

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