Over the past six months, Goku had acquired an extensive and thorough checklist on what to do and what not to do if he was intending to get laid. He had learned, over a series of disappointing failures and sleepless nights of frustration, that when working with man who has a very short fuse, he would have to prevent anything from distracting a certain angry blonde from the task at hand.

So when he knew Sanzo would be coming back home from another week-long mission in just a matter of hours, Goku went to work. From the moment he woke up that cool autumn morning, Goku was thoroughly determined to not let this opportunity go to waste. Teenage hormones were a real bitch.

After eating a hearty breakfast and trying as hard as he could to ignore the disgusted glances and rude glares from the monks, Goku headed out of the temple to pick up a few essentials.

As quickly as he could, Goku zipped through the small aisles of a small liquor and smoke shop that he frequented from time to time. He grabbed a small assortment of things, but hesitated for a moment before approaching the cashier, taking a deep breath and avoiding eye contact. It was embarrassing enough to purchase such things, but when the cashier stared at him the way she was, it made him dirty, as if he had done something wrong. As she bagged the goods, she gave Goku a large, toothy grin. It wasn’t an honest smile. It wasn’t even a forced smile that you would find plastered on employees forced to be kind to even the worst of customers. No, it was an awkward smile; the kind of smile that even a small child could tell had a second meaning behind that wall of enamel. It was a smile he saw on Hakkai from time to time when Gojyo would leave a mess in their apartment. The woman then held out his receipt, but didn’t let go when Goku reached over to take it. He finally looked up and met her judging gaze in question of her behavior. After darting her eyes around the store, as if to make sure that there were no other prying ears, she leaned forward and whispered to Goku, “Boy, you’ve been in here a few times, and you always only buy things like…. these.”

Out of both embarrassment and shock that she would break the unwritten rule of conduct between cashier and customer, Goku took a step back as his eyes widened and his cheeks reddened. “S-so? What’s so wrong with that?” Goku barked back in defense.

The cocky and rude woman cocked her head to the side. Goku’s eyes landed on her neck. She had a mole. Not just a mole, but a rather unattractive mole that stuck out, all by it’s lonesome, as if the gods had dropped a cigarette onto her skin and it became her birthmark. When she responded again, his eyes nervously bounced back up to her face. “Don’t you think you’re a bit too young for such things?” This time, her voice no longer held a concerned busybody tone to it, but instead a condescending and teasing aura.

Goku’s eyes narrowed and his hand that held the small plastic bag tightened around the handles, the plastic crinkling under his strong fingers. His other hand reached out again and ripped the receipt away from her and stuffed it into his pocket. He kept his angry glare locked on her for a few moments longer, his anger continuing to rise when he saw her lips, which were covered in a gaudy bright red lipstick, turning up into a smirk. For a second he thought that Gojyo would probably try to pick her up, and he was pretty sure she would follow him home instantly. He then turned on his heel and, without saying anything more, left the shop.

As he walked back towards the temple, he ranted under his breath. Complaining to himself about everyone thinking he was just a kid, be it rude cashiers or two-faced monks. His thought process then focused on the monks back at the temple who all would probably celebrate his demise. He couldn’t help but wonder if all monks were pricks, or had Sanzo’s personality rubbed on off them. His mood was nearly ruined for the day, but when he saw the temple’s entrance and looked back down at the bag in his hand, he chose to just forget about it. He was fairly used to adults hating him by now, and he wasn’t interested in making friends with them in the first place.

He sprinted past the courtyard and ponds, through the great hall and the corridors, ignoring the griping monks that sneered at his disrespect for holy grounds. He had just about enough of their comments by now; a whole week of having to tolerate them without Sanzo’s mediation was enough to piss off even the most patient of men. When Sanzo wasn’t around, the monks no longer felt it necessary to hold back their comments. Goku truly hated staying at the temple when Sanzo wasn’t there. Wasn’t with him.

When he finally made it back to Sanzo’s room, he tossed the bag on top of the bed sheets and locked the door behind him. The last thing he wanted was some random old bald man to question what he was doing in Sanzo-sama’s room.

A mischievous little grin appeared on his face as he began plotting.

First things first, getting the room ready.

He was never a fabulous cleaner, but luckily the monks did that dirty work for him. He walked up to the bed and pinched a bottom corner of the plastic bag between his fingers, turning it upside down and emptying the contents onto the sheets.

A bottle of lube. A box of condoms. A package of wet tissues. A pack of Marlboro Reds. A 6-pack of beer.

The lube was the piece de la resistance. This was the only reason why he stepped into that particular shop. A short while back, when he had been dragged in there with Sanzo when he had wanted some smokes, Goku had wandered around the small shop. He had, at first, been drawn to the swirls of colors on the hookahs and bongs that were prominently displayed around the shop. But his nose got the best of him. He smelled something sweet. He turned down a small back aisle, which, for an educated mind, would be considered the adult aisle. Large assortments of different brands of styles of condoms, lubricants, and even a few things that Sanzo described as “toys only perverts like Gojyo would want to play with” were lined up and categorized. He had to resist the urge to poke one of the said toys that was purple; he thought it looked squishy. Hunting down the source of the smell, Goku found himself looking at a collection of different small bottles. He definitely knew what lube was by now, but was unaware that they came in flavors. His stomach growled as he saw such flavors as cherry, chocolate and banana. He wondered if he mixed those flavors if it would taste like an ice cream sundae.

And then he found it. The perfect lube. Caramel flavored, warm-on-contact lubricant. Something both rich and sweet in flavor, but not too distracting. It practically was invented for Sanzo.

And that was what laid before him on the bed now. Running through the virtual checklist in his mind, he remembered a specific detail about lube bottles: they always had a protective seal that had to be removed. He popped the top and sure enough there it was, protecting the divine liquid inside from contamination. As he picked at the edge of the film with his blunt nails, the memory whirled around in his brain of the time when this particular tidbit had to be added to the checklist.

“Ah! Ah~! Sanzo…more.” Goku moaned loudly into Sanzo’s shoulder. Even when kneeling over Sanzo’s lap, he still felt so short. His fists were balled up in Sanzo’s robes tightly, which were untied and hanging limply from his arms. Sanzo teasing him felt so incredible, yet so cruel at the same time. He wanted more than just touching.

Earlier, the situation lead from one thing to another, and Sanzo had found himself on the floor of his office with his back against a bookshelf and Goku half naked on top of him. He himself was still technically dressed, though his robes could barely be considered on him anymore, and his jeans were getting uncomfortably tight. Giving the cock that was held firmly in his slender fingers another slow pump, Sanzo teased in a light tone, “Hmm? More?”

Goku rose further up on his knees, raising himself off of Sanzo’s lap. Spreading his legs further apart and leaning his torso forward in a way that made his ass stick out, Goku whined lustfully. “Please, Sanzo~. Do it already, I can’t take it anymore.” With that, he let go of the abused fabric of Sanzo’s robes and lowered his hands to Sanzo’s jeans, undoing the fly and releasing Sanzo’s pent up need. Taking the hiss he received as motivation, he wrapped short but strong fingers around the pink, pulsing head of Sanzo’s cock.

Quickly destroying every last ounce of self control and patience that existed in Sanzo, though there never was much there in the first place, Goku begged once again in a way that would make even grown men weak. “Sanzooo… come on. I need it.”

Relenting, Sanzo leaned over to the small drawer that was just off to the left of them. He opened it, fished around for a moment, and then pulled out a fresh new bottle of lube. Goku’s mind nearly broke down. Was Sanzo finally going to do more than just fool around with him? Was this finally it? Sanzo had always gotten too pissed off or hesitated and left before anything more than simple foreplay could happen. Their eyes met, and Goku thought his heart was going to burst through his chest. The sound of the top popping open on the bottle sent chills over his body. Finally. Finally he was going to be connected to Sanzo.

Moments pass. Goku snapped out of his romantic fog and looked down at Sanzo’s hands. He was fidgeting with the protective seal on the bottle. The sexual tension was cut instantly, like an earthquake destroying a beautiful landscape. The raw intensity that flooded the room just moments ago suddenly dying because of something so simple as this was too amusing for Goku, and he couldn’t help the small snort that caught in his throat.

Clearly less amused by the situation, Sanzo snapped his head up and glared at Goku, who wasn’t expecting him to get angry in the slightest. Before Goku could get a word in, Sanzo pushed Goku off of his lap and stood up. He zipped back up his jeans and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Goku stared at the door for a moment in complete disbelief. “YOU GOTTA BE KIDDIN’ ME!” On a cold winter afternoon, Goku was left with his pants around his ankles and with a neglected hard-on that was starting to ache.

Goku shuddered and shook his head, forcing the memory aside. That night ended with a painful case of blue balls and nearly three days of awkward, angry silence between the two of them.

Once he managed to remove the evil seal of doom, he screwed the lid back on and placed the bottle inside of the drawer within the wooden end table that was adjacent to Sanzo’s bed.

Next, condoms. Sanzo rarely ever even used them, but the asshole still insisted that they had some. Goku ripped open the side of the box and dumped the twelve condoms out. They were each connected to one another like a long snake, so Goku began separating each package. He hated these little dick balloons. He didn’t care about the feel of them, though he had to admit they weren’t all that pleasant. And he didn’t care about the smell or taste, though he did find that distinct latex smell gross. Those weren’t it at all. He hated condoms because of the idea behind them. To him, Sanzo was the only person in the universe he would ever be interested in having sex with. To him, he was Sanzo’s, and Sanzo was his. He had never been with anyone else, nor has he ever wanted to be. He knew Sanzo had a life before him and that he didn’t like to talk about it, but he also knew that Sanzo generally hated physical contact from others. He wasn’t going to ask, but he was pretty sure Sanzo hadn’t been with others. So why did he insist that they have condoms readily available?

As he set the twelve little squares in the drawer next to the lube, he couldn’t help but think of the first time he learned Sanzo’s hypocritical rule about condoms.

It had already been over a month since Goku had finally succeeded in sleeping with Sanzo. For a whole week, he walked on cloud nine. Nothing could ruin his mood. Not even when Sanzo told him to not read too much into what happened. Nor when he got scolded severely for nearly burning down the kitchen when he tried to make his own food. He knew Sanzo better than anyone, and he knew that Sanzo’s actions speak for what he is unwilling to verbalize. Both the sheer desire that radiated from Sanzo and the tenderness he displayed that night were a novel’s worth of words to Goku. It didn’t need to be said, that night meant a lot.

But after that first week of bliss, Goku quickly learned that you can’t just have sex once and expect to be satisfied forever. In fact, he found himself thinking about it more and more. He would find his gaze falling on Sanzo, watching him do menial work around the temple, entranced by the smallest of muscle movements. Every time he saw Sanzo’s adam’s apple rise and fall as he swallowed, he would think about nipping at that neck. The sight of Sanzo’s lips wrapping around a cigarette would make him envious of the little cancer stick. When he would catch a glimpse of Sanzo without his shirt on, he would nearly lose it.

After a month, he couldn’t stand it anymore.

On a warm day in March, Goku had successfully convinced Sanzo to walk through the forest just to the south of the temple grounds with him, complaining that if he didn’t get out of the temple from time to time, he’d go crazy. Once he concluded they were a sufficient distance from any monks with big ears and even bigger mouths, Goku cornered Sanzo against a tree.

At first, Sanzo resisted. Shoving Goku away with a scowl, he barked angrily, “What do you think you’re doing? Don’t think you can just try to get some from me whenever you want. It doesn’t work that way.”

Simply not accepting that answer, Goku slithered back to his position, pinning Sanzo to the tree. It didn’t take long after Goku began maneuvering his roadmap of Sanzo’s sensitive areas before the blonde gave in.

In a heated sign of defeat, Sanzo scooped Goku up, spun them around, and pressed him firmly against the tree. Goku hummed and melted into a fiery kiss as his legs wrapped around Sanzo’s waist. Fairly soon hands began wandering and layers of clothing were being pushed aside. Initially Goku would’ve elected for the kiss to never end, to forever taste the smoky warmth of Sanzo’s tongue, but when Sanzo rolled his hips up against him, engorged flesh grinding into him, Goku was the one to pull away to gasp for air.

Small, desperate hands gripped the smooth leather of Sanzo’s undershirt and tugged it up. Freshly exposed flesh that practically seemed to glow in contrast to the black shirt caught Goku’s eye, fanning his desire further. With the position he was in, held off of the ground between Sanzo and a tree, there wasn’t much Goku could do without falling to the ground painfully. But that wasn’t going to detour him. He threw his arms around Sanzo’s neck and clung to him tightly, pulling Sanzo’s torso closer to him.

If there was anything Goku could do well, that was coaxing Sanzo into doing what he wanted. And right now, he wanted to be fucked by Sanzo in this forest where no one could hear them. Hovering his mouth just over the monk’s ear, he breathed out slowly, hot breath pouring over his ear. He arched his back off of the tree, rolling his body like a caterpillar into Sanzo. He softly groaned into a mess of blonde hair when Sanzo’s hand ghosted along his thigh. Rewarding every inch Sanzo touched with an assortment of small moans and breathy sighs, he continued to tug on Sanzo’s libido leash. When that cigarette-stained hand reached his crotch, Goku sank his teeth bluntly into Sanzo’s neck and moaned loudly.

“You’re really pushy,” Sanzo spoke in a near whisper. “Is this why you wanted to come out here?”

Caught red handed, there was no point in denying it. Wriggling playfully, Goku smiled into Sanzo’s neck. “It’s been a whole month, Sanzo,” he whined and ran his tongue over the red teeth marks he had left on that iridescent skin. “I can’t last that long.”

Sanzo huffed, shrugging off the chill that crept over him as Goku continued to toy with his neck. “Pervert,” he said without even a hint of disdain.

“I’m not a pervert!” Goku pulled his head back against the tree so that he could look at Sanzo. “It’s because it’s you, Sanzo.” His wide eyes softened and he lowered one of his hands, pressing his palm flat against Sanzo’s chest. “It’s not like I’m a perverted creep like Gojyo. It’s because you’re special, Sanzo.”

The way Goku drawled out his name made something in Sanzo’s stomach twist. He suddenly felt uneasy, as if he were looking into the eyes of his greatest enemy instead of the ward that had been attached to his hip the past few years. Pulling away, he let Goku set his feet back onto the ground and turned away. Before Goku could even grasp the situation, Sanzo was putting back on his robes.

Utterly confused, as he often found himself when Sanzo had mood shifts, Goku darted around Sanzo to see his face. “What? What’s wrong? Did I say somethin’ that made you mad?”

“Condoms,” Sanzo said matter-of-factly.

“…Haa?” the confusion evident in Goku’s voice.

After tying the knot of his robes especially tight, Sanzo began walking back towards the temple. “We didn’t have condoms, so that’s it.”

Goku couldn’t decide what he wanted to do more, pounce onto Sanzo’s back and force him, find the heaviest rock he could lift and bash in Sanzo’s head, or start to cry.

Just remembering that day sent a surge of anger through Goku’s veins. Now, in hindsight, he could tell that not having condoms was a bullshit excuse. He still didn’t quite understand everything, but he knew Sanzo was trying to keep him at arm’s length still.

So now, even if they were never touched, Goku would make sure condoms were within reach. At the very least, to keep Sanzo from making an excuse to run away.

Now as for the cigarettes, the beer, and the moist toilettes, they were not a requirement on the checklist for having sex. On the contrary, those three items existed to keep Sanzo from running away afterwards. He had yet to ever successfully keep Sanzo in bed to cuddle when everything was finished up, and it drove him crazy. Just the idea of laying in bed, wasting time, not worrying about anything, basking in the beautiful afterglow, and being held gently by his most important person made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

It always ended the same. Either he would get kicked out of the bed, quite literally, or Sanzo would leave the room abruptly. Whenever Sanzo would leave, he made a small handful of excuses each time: he had work to do, he needed a smoke, he was thirsty, or the sticky, salty evidence that remained was irritating his skin.

So Goku was prepared to prevent this from happening again. Before he would even approach Sanzo, he would make sure the pseudo-monk would have his work for the day completed. Afterwards, all of the remedies for Sanzo’s excuses were within reach. He set the six-pack and the cigarettes on top of the small table and tossed the toilettes into the drawer next to the condoms and the lube. If he still tried to escape, he had another trick up his sleeve.

Tears. Whether Sanzo would ever admit to it or not, he has always lost at the mere sight of Goku’s golden eyes welling up with tears. Tucking this last-ditch-effort plan in the back of his mind, knowing it was his trump card, Goku thought about what he had to do next.

The next section on Goku’s intangible checklist was preparations that pertained to himself. Most importantly, taking a shower ahead of time. He’d prefer to take a shower with Sanzo instead of beforehand, but that was now against the rules. Satisfied with the room after shutting the drawer, Goku made a dash for the bathroom.

Kicking off his shoes and tossing his dirty clothes into the hamper that was hidden within the linen closet, Goku stepped into the shower. As the hot water made quick work of the sweat and grime, he couldn’t stop thinking about later that night. Fooling himself into complacency with notions of a night of passionate, romantic love-making followed by holding one another until they fall asleep, he zoned out, escaping into his own imagination. He envisioned Sanzo gently caressing his cheek, calling his name softly, letting him know just how much he cared for him through unspoken words.

Goku reached out in front of him to turn the handles of the shower, increasing the heat. When his hand wrapped around the knob, vivid memories invaded his mind once again. Specifically, memories of why showering together was now prohibited.

The summer started off with a swift kick to the ass this year, the heat seeping in over the valley just barely after spring’s flowers had bloomed.

“It’s hoooooooooot,” Goku whined loudly. He was sprawled out on the wood of the porch near the koi pond, his limbs stretched out in a large x formation. He had stripped down to nothing but a pair of khaki shorts and he still was sweating as if he were in a sauna.

“Shut up, your voice is just making it worse,” Sanzo said with an angry snarl. The heat was definitely getting to him. He sat on the edge of the porch with his legs dangling over the edge and with a cigarette clinging to his lips. His robes were still neatly folded on his bed; he had decided when he woke up covered in sweat that day to not even bother wearing them. In fact, all he was wearing was his blue jeans. He clutched a small paper fan in his left hand and fervently fanned his face, his damp bangs limply flapping with the small gusts of air.

“Hey, fan me, Sanzo. I’m gunna melt over here!”

“Then melt already, there’s no way in hell I’m exerting any energy for your whiney ass.”

“Cheapskate.” Goku gave in with an exaggerated sigh. He reached up to his face and wiped the sweat from around his eyes and the diadem. On hot days he really hated wearing it, his skin beneath would always get clammy and gross. After loudly flopping his arm back down onto the wood, his knuckles clacking against the boards, he rolled his head to the side to look at Sanzo. He was sitting just a few feet away, his skin was covered in a smooth sheen of sweat that shimmered in the bright sun light, and his hair looked uncharacteristically heavy, hanging limply around his face. And there was, of course, the fact that he was only wearing jeans. When he felt a familiar tightening in his gut and tingle between his legs, he knew he should look away. It was too hot for that now. Staring at a delicious meal but not being able to eat it was terribly unfair. “Is there any way to cool down?”He asked, forcing his mind to switch subjects.

“A hot shower.”

“Wha? How could hot water cool you down?”

Stubbing out the cigarette he had been nursing into the ashtray that sat next to him on the porch, Sanzo rolled his eyes. “Just trust me, it does.”

Annoyed by the fact that Sanzo never explained anything if he deemed it too tedious to do so, Goku was just about to snap at the aggravated blonde for an explanation. But his curiosity outweighed his annoyance. So he’d give it a try. Hopping up onto his feet, he padded over to the bathroom next to Sanzo’s room and turned the faucet on to hot.

As the water began to heat through the pipes, Goku pulled both his shorts and his pair of boxer briefs down at the same time, eager for his skin to breath. Glancing in the mirror, he noticed his skin was two shades pinker than usual and he was so wet from sweat that it looked as if he had just come out of the shower instead heading into it. After fiddling with the faucet to get the water at just the right temperature, Goku stepped inside. Immediately the warmth penetrated his skin and sent chills through his body. Sanzo was right, this felt great.

Goku stood still for awhile with his head rolled slightly back, just letting the water pour over his shoulders and chest, roll down his stomach and legs, and pool at his feet before slowly swirling down the drain. If it weren’t for a clicking sound followed by a soft thud he heard in the room, he might’ve fallen asleep. Pulling the curtain back and peeping out to investigate the sounds, he was suddenly bombarded by a blur of flesh tone. When a hand pushed him back, he instinctively closed his eyes and tensed up, anticipating a fight. When he opened his eyes again, there stood Sanzo, now being drenched by the water, naked and just a breath away from him. “Sa-..Sanzo!?”

“I wanted to cool down too,” Sanzo exclaimed while reaching one of his hands out. He pressed the hand flat against Goku’s taught abs, which tightened under the touch.

Startled and bit in disbelief, Goku remained perfectly still as if this Sanzo would just vanish into thin air. Until now, he had always been the one to instigate anything. Until this moment, Sanzo always had to be dragged into any form of physical contact. But here stood Sanzo, willingly naked and being the first one to touch. He couldn’t put it past his sexually frustrated brain to actually begin hallucinating. Sanzo was, in every definition of the phrase, a major cock tease. If he reached out now and touched back, would this man, the very embodiment of his desires, swirl down the drain as well? Fuck it, it was worth a try. He reached his arms out and looped them up and around the taller man’s neck and pulled, drawing Sanzo closer to him.

He didn’t disappear. Nor did he stop him. And even better, there, in Goku’s peripheral vision, was an undeniably hardening cock that was twitching to life. Sanzo trailed his hand down over Goku’s stomach, his finger tips parting to trace around his belly button.

Goku was incapable of tearing his eyes away from the intense amethyst of Sanzo’s. When the blonde got excited, his eyes were magnetic and drew Goku in like a black hole. And the fact that Sanzo was not diverting his eyes away either, that he was staring at Goku and nothing else, threatened to make Goku’s legs give out.

Everything about this domineering, pushy, short-tempered, stubborn, yet stunning and delectable man was perfect to Goku. Physically, every muscle, every bit of skin stretched over bone, every sharp curve was enticing. Mentally, he found himself enjoying the roller coaster that was Sanzo’s temper. He knew his soft moments were reserved just for him, and those moments made every argument worth it. Sanzo was a challenge he was willing to take, a gamble he knew he could win.

That hand traveled past Goku’s belly button, skating over the short, soft pubic hairs that decorated Goku’s crotch. Sanzo’s hand then pulled away just barely, hovering over Goku’s now fully erect cock. His hand was so close that Goku could feel the heat radiating from his palm. No longer able to handle the teasing, Goku rose up onto his toes, closing the gap between the hand and his dick. Goku let out a long but soft sigh.

As if a fuse was lit, Sanzo lunged forward and took Goku’s lips into a heated kiss as his other hand slid around the shorter body that was now pressed firmly against him. The hand that teasingly refused to touch earlier was now firmly wrapped around the shaft of Goku’s hard-on. Their dynamic slow dance just upgraded to a fierce mosh pit.

The kiss, which was far more passionate than your average kiss, led quickly to two bodies giving and taking in perfect synchronization. Breathing turned into panting, touching into groping, heart beats doubled, and brains short circuited.

Goku dug blunt nails into Sanzo’s scalp, clawing for purchase. Normally where Sanzo would move almost painfully slow, he was now grinding his hips against Goku, eliciting small groans and gasps with every roll. To compensate for height, Goku was raised up on the tips of his toes, trying as hard as he could to be as little of a nuisance to Sanzo as possible. Even then, Sanzo was still craning his neck down to reach.

Long fingers snaked down Goku’s ass. Instinctively, Goku spread his legs and arched his back. The increasingly familiar nudge against his entrance sent a bolt of electricity through his veins. Making it painfully clear to Sanzo that he wanted this, Goku let out a long, breathy moan as Sanzo’s finger delved past the ring of muscle.

Goku let his head drop between their two bodies, gasping for air as Sanzo practically fucked him with those fingers. His hands slid down from Sanzo’s hair to his shoulders, using them to hold him up as he began to buck his hips back into Sanzo’s hand. He was getting used to this, and more so, he enjoyed it. But it wasn’t even close to enough, and it merely acted as tease.

Always incapable of being patient, Goku needed Sanzo now. “Nnhh.. Sanzo, it’s fine. Hurry up,” he pleaded, his voice high with desperation. “Your fingers… ha… aren’t enough.”

As if those words alone were enough make Sanzo cum, a harsh shudder crept over his body. The moment he removed his fingers from Goku’s tight ass, he was pushed gently away.

Goku pulled away from his position against the wall and stepped to Sanzo’s side towards the other side of the shower. Grabbing the porcelain shelf that was inset into the wall at about waist height, Goku bent over in front of Sanzo and spread his legs as far as he could within the shower. He let his head dangle between his arms and looked back up, upside down, at Sanzo and silently implored him to continue with a zealous gaze.

Not a second passed once their eyes connected before Sanzo moved to stand directly behind Goku. He placed a hand along Goku’s spine and glided it down, letting it rest on the small of his back. After he felt an impatient wriggle from the body in front of him, he buried his cock balls deep into Goku’s ass.

Goku moaned so loudly that it was better classified as a shout, while Sanzo clenched his jaw and hissed through his teeth. Neither one willing to pause, Sanzo began slowly moving, thrusting in and out with a wet slap accompanying every loud moan that came from Goku.

Adjusting his position, Goku raised an arm, leaning his weight against the cool tile of the wall. Sanzo’s tempo gradually amplified, rocking Goku’s whole body harder each time.

So engulfed in the incredible feeling of Sanzo cock filling him so deeply, Goku didn’t even care that his head slammed against the tile a few times. “Ah! Hah… ah! Sanzo! Don’t stop!” His moans, which echoed loudly throughout the bathroom, were only separated by his gasps for air.

There was no way Sanzo could stop now even if he wanted to. Fucking Goku was an incredible experience. The raw energy that seeped out of this compact body, the way his ass seemed to suck him in, how warm and soft he was, how, like an animal, the boy would act on pure animalistic urges without hesitation; all of it, all of it was intoxicating.

The sinking feeling of needing to hold something, anything was driving Goku’s fingers to press hard into the tile. Unintentionally, his arm that he had raised earlier reached over and grabbed the shower curtain. Now clutching the flimsy plastic material tightly, he pressed his handful against the wall. His orgasm was close if the tingle in his balls was any indication. But it was suddenly brought forth much more quickly when Sanzo took Goku’s cock back into his hand. All it took was a few strokes and Goku was now screaming out Sanzo’s name as his seed splattered against the tile in front of him.

The world went silent and bright white for a few moments as Goku rode through his orgasm. After a few heavy pants and his own heart thudding in his ears, he returned to the here and now. He realized something instantly. Sanzo had stopped moving. In fact, he was no longer inside of him. Still panting and shuddering from his release, he rolled his head over his shoulders to look back. Sanzo was still there, but now clutching his head and winced painfully. It took a few blinks of confusion for Goku to realize what happened.

In the thralls of his orgasm, he ripped down the bar that held the shower curtain.

Said bar fell down and hit Sanzo on his head. Hard.

Goku looked up and saw two large holes in the wall itself on either side of the shower, small chunks of plaster still falling down. He quickly turned around, panicked and worried. “Sanzo, oh my god, are you okay!? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that! Are you okay?”

Sanzo stood still, breathing slowly with eyes still screwed shut and his lips curled back with his teeth clenched.

“Does it hurt, Sanzo? Let me see if you’re bleeding,” Goku worriedly said, reaching up to Sanzo’s head.

Sanzo slapped away Goku’s hands quickly. “Don’t touch me!”

Goku’s eyes widened in horror when he saw that Sanzo’s palm was covered in blood. No longer caring if Sanzo would be mad at him or not, Goku artfully darted onto the edge of the tub, climbing to a height where he would be able to see. He pulled Sanzo’s resistant hands away and smoothed bloodied blonde hair out of the way. There was too much blood to even see the gash. Letting the water rinse some of the blood away, Goku could now see a large bruised area with a quarter-sized gash in the center.

Goku slammed his head to the side against the shower wall, forcing the memory away. The rest of that day was filled with hundreds of teary apologies, and Hakkai being called over to dress the wound. That was a memory he’d sooner like to forget.

And since then, Sanzo has deemed Goku unsafe for shower sex.

Twisting the knob to the right suddenly, Goku forced a rush of cold water onto himself to cool his head. He wasn’t going to let neither Sanzo run away nor any near fatal accidents to happen tonight. Tonight would be filled with passion. Tonight would be flawless. Tonight would go according to plan and not a single thing would stop them.

After turning off the water, Goku stepped out of the shower and began toweling his skin and hair down. Once he was dry enough to no longer be dripping, he wrapped the towel around his waist and went to his room.

Clothing. That was on his checklist as well. Wear not only a minimal amount of clothing, preferably just in one layer, but easily removable clothing as well. Rifling through his drawers, he found the perfect outfit. Pajama pants with elastic for the waist. Simple to remove, easy to get in to. If it were warmer weather, he’d simply leave it as that. But as it was late fall now, the evenings proved to be very chilly. So, he found the easiest yet still warm top he had in his closet – a long-sleeved, somewhat thick shirt that zipped up the front. Zipping the shirt just above his chest, he walked over to the mirror. Good enough.

Slowly walking back to Sanzo’s personal room, Goku mentally checked off what he had left. Everything else were things that could be done in the moment.

Sanzo’s sensitive spots. Whenever Goku would notice Sanzo reacting to a touch or lick or bite, he made a mental note. Ears, neck, collar and hip bones. Each spot had a different trigger, be it teeth or tongue, and each spot would get Goku’s thorough tonight until he drove Sanzo into madness.

Eye contact. This was a lesson he learned quick, within the first few months of knowing Sanzo. The man was weak to his eyes. He wasn’t sure why, but anything ranging from food to sex, if he looked at Sanzo in just the right way, he always managed to get what he wanted. Even more powerful but not to be abused often, was tears.

Locking the door. Goku was a screamer. Between the thud of the bed frame slamming into the wall, and Goku screaming louder than a banshee, a passerby would most definitely hear some disturbing sounds.

A young monk in training, bald and innocent, was just such a passerby a few months past. Worried for the safety of their dearest priest Sanzo, he burst through the door, only to get an eyeful of something that surely will forever be scarred into his mind: Goku’s hands tied to the bed frame over his head with his legs wrapped around Sanzo’s waist, who was kneeling behind him, frozen mid-thrust. It only happened once, but it only took once for it to forever be important to remember.

His stomach growling reminded him of his last preparation, eating before. Not only would eating increase his stamina, but whining about hunger always seemed to piss Sanzo off. Looking at the clock, Goku estimated he had about an hour to eat.

Flying down the hall at full speed, Goku ran towards the temple’s dining hall. Grabbing large portions of food that would feed half a dozen men, he sat down at a table and began stuffing his face as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

As he ate, he continued to fritter away his brain cells on thinking. He knew he was gambling with this plan. It would be blindingly obvious to Sanzo, who could read him like a book, that he had orchestrated everything to sway the evening’s events in his favor. But Goku was betting on his well honed ability to, basically, manipulate the man. Even when it came down to simple things such as food, a well placed set of eyes and whining with just the right hint of childish dependency, and Sanzo would cave.

Eating and fucking were two very different goals, though, and a world of difference when it came down to achieving said goal.

Shoveling the last bit of food down his throat, Goku leapt up from the table, not even bothering to clean after himself and ran back towards Sanzo’s room to wait for the monk to finally return home.

Sitting down on the edge of Sanzo’s bed with one leg crossed over the other and his chin resting on his fist, Goku’s patience was put to the test. The clock that hung from the wall taunted him with each tic that marked the seconds.

Twenty minutes passed, and Goku was now lying down on the bed with his legs dangling over the edge, kicking back and forth. He was in the middle of counting the grooves in the wood of the ceiling when he heard a set of voices. “Sanzo-sama! You’ve returned!”

Sitting up in the bed, Goku eagerly waited for Sanzo to get within the safety of his room. When the door creaked as it opened, he was incapable of hiding the wide grin that spread over his face.

“Welcome home, Sanzo!”