|To The East
Author: Daniko PM
Their mission is over. The journey to the East begins. The East is where the run rises, maybe it's a sign to let a new day begin in their lives as well. This was never truer for Sanzo and Goku.' PWP, basically.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - G. Sanzo & Goku S. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 8,439 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 32 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 01-08-10 - Published: 10-17-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5449448
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned the author of Sayuki. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Foul language and explicit sexual content between two males – slash; mild fanaticism; spoilers; AR.
To The East
Genjo Sanzo took a deep drag on his cigarette as he watched the sun rise in the horizon.
It was a new perspective for him, watching the world change in a different direction. He didn't dislike it, though. It was as if he was walking into a new beginning; after so many years watching the sun set, he was finally watching it rise, as he felt a new cycle begin.
Beside him, on the driver's seat, Cho Hakkai was apparently focused on the path; but he was observing his companions even now; he could watch the change in the monk's behaviour, just like he did with Son Goku and Sha Goyjo.
All of them were so much lighter.
When they first got together they all had been broken souls, alone and lost, and the path behind them – full of destruction and betrayal – should have broken them into smaller pieces; however, they felt – more than realised – that they had had a purpose and that they had not been alone anymore. After defeating Homura and his destructive idealism, they felt like they were worthy and that they could find their place and let go of the past.
It wouldn't be easy, nothing ever is, but their conscious minds had come to peace with the fact that they were alive and that was a miracle in and of itself. It was almost as if they path was trying to tell them that, as they travelled back to East.
Hakkai smirked as he watched Sanzo's gaze drift to the two idiots sleeping on the back. Even though Sanzo shared the indolence of the other three, he found himself with a problem that was slowly twisting his mind into knots. The problem – as it is human nature to create one even when it doesn't exist and Sanzo is human, if his addictions are any indication – was that now the blonde monk had nowhere to run from his own mind . . . and that treacherous mind of his was locked on a brunet teen.
The blob of energy, positivism and affection that was Goku had taken its place on Sanzo's mind and, if he was honest with himself – which he wasn't – his heart.
Sanzo was in denial, as it was very understandable. He was taught how to love by a very spiritual man, and their relationship had been born from respect and platonic love; Sanzo had given his everything to receive little or nothing back. He had been praised for his talents but never his Sensei had seen him as a man. So, his inexperienced, grouchy self was not prepared to recognise something as sublime as true love.
Although Hakkai felt sorry for Goku, he would not intervene; mainly because he would endanger his life by doing so and not-so-much for the pleasure of seeing Sanzo struggle with himself – that was Goyjo's reason not to meddle.
The sun hit the other two; they stirred in their sleep and slowly returned to the land of the awake. They lay there, cuddling in the warmth of the morning sun and finally they arrived at the small town where they would stop and rest. Goku stretched and yawned loudly, making Hakkai smile at the cuteness of the scene. When Goyjo did the same, the already twitching monk finally lost it―
"Learn some manners, you morons!"
― And hit them both with that cruel paper fan of his. Goyjo smirked and shook his fist at Sanzo playfully, which earned him an icy glare. Goku crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. A vein popped in Sanzo's forehead at his charge's antics, but it was far from being anger related . . .
Fortunately, they reach the Inn in that moment and Hakkai was more than happy to point that out to them; Hakuriyuu returned to its original form and took its place on the youkai's shoulders. The taller brunet rented two rooms and joined the other three in the hall for rooming arrangements.
"Sanzo and I should rest for a while, so I think it's better if we share a room," said Hakkai, absentmindedly, as he checked the room numbers.
"I don' wanna stay with the kappa!" Goku complained, "He will bring a woman to the room and throw me out again." Sanzo narrowed his eyes at the red-headed.
"Again? Has that happened before, kappa?" he asked coldly.
"Once or twice . . ." Goyjo waved his hand dismissively, shying away from Sanzo's menacing grasp.
It was not true, though. Well, it was, but not like Sanzo's was making it out to be. He had thrown Goku out of the room once, yes, but it had already been mid-morning at the time. The kappa would never make the boy spend the night alone, and it kind of offended him that they thought so. From the amused look Hakkai was sending him, it was clear that he didn't believe Goyjo would do such a thing; however, Goyjo didn't plan to enlighten the monk, because that way maybe Goku would room with Sanzo, fuck him and save Goyjo the trouble of strangling the blonde in exasperation for his frustrated ways.
"Maybe it's better if I stay with Goyjo," Hakkai said soothingly and Sanzo nodded tightly, possibly imagining the self-restraint that that would require of him. The monk took his key and strode to his room with Goku – who was still making faces at Goyjo behind Sanzo's back – happily in tow.
Completely ignoring the monkey, Sanzo managed to finish his usual ablutions and went to a well-deserved sleep, wearing only some linen pants.
This left Goku alone in the room with no wish to go find the other two. He sat in the end of Sanzo's bed and looked out of the window.
They were travelling back home and it finally hit Goku that he needed to find something to do with himself. He reasoned that he would still stay with Sanzo, but the monk probably didn't want him around all the time, if at all. He shook his head to disperse his thoughts.
The demon looked back at the sleeping blonde, who was as beautiful as Konzen. Goku wondered if he was meant to suffer from unrequited love . . . Oh, well. Lost for a penny, lost for a pound . . . He crawled to the blonde and, lying beside him, he spoon his body against the other and threw and arm around Sanzo's waist. Soon enough, Goku was sound asleep.
Sanzo sat on a high chair in the bar, wondering exactly when his already screwed up life had got even worse – he guessed it was sometime between waking up with Goku in his arms and the time he kissed the sleeping boy . . . The blonde had freaked out so greatly that he had hidden himself in the bathroom and only got out when he felt calm and composed enough to pretend that nothing had happened.
This could not be good. He should be able to control his body urges until he found a good recipient to his lust, someone equally committed to the doctrine.
Regardless to say, Goku had not been happy to be ignored. The boy could deal with anger over his emotional character, but not with this icy indifference. This had resulted in a rebellious crisis. And that's why Sanzo was sitting on a bar trying to block out all the noise, the smell and, more importantly, the people.
Goku had insisted that Goyjo would take him to a bar so that he could see what was like; Sanzo had been firmly against the idea, which apparently made Goku more determinate. Hakkai had almost laughed out loud at Sanzo's behaviour and he did not intervene, but since Goyjo had remained blissfully oblivious, he had agreed very enthusiastically. Sanzo had not seen any other way, besides following them; thus his current predicament.
Now, he was almost banging his head on the table to distract himself from all the-fucking-noise! His three companions were having a blast, of course. They were sitting beside him, playing with shots, choosing the funniest for Goku to try. The monkey had had only a few and already was very intoxicated.
"I want to dance," yelled Goku, suddenly. Goyjo was delighted, but Sanzo rose his head immediately to stop this nonsense. Goku narrowed his eyes at him. "But not with Sanzo! I'm still mad at you." Sanzo flinched at the display.
"Eh? Why?" asked Goyjo, also very warmed up.
"Because he is a cold, cold man, who is mean to me and ignores my feelings." This time Sanzo did really bang his head on the table as Hakkai lost his fight with laughter. With his brain too fogged to care about what all of this meant, the kappa pushed Hakkai and Goku to the dance floor. He knew better that try to do it with Sanzo. The monk grabbed his arm, before he had the chance to follow the other two, and hissed in his ear.
"Nobody touches Goku, got it, Kappa?" Goyjo gave him an odd look, but then something must have connected in his useless brain and he nodded with a wink.
Not willing to lose sight of his companions, Sanzo fixated his look on the dance floor. Goku was really having fun. He was moving his body in time with the music and even though it was not very sensual, it had a primitive grace that made Sanzo's stomach do a summersault. The blonde did not like it!
Moments later, Goyjo and Hakkai returned to their seats for a drink, leaving Goku dancing alone, to find Sanzo slouched in his seat, with his arms cross and his eye twitching dangerously.
"Go. Get. Him," Sanzo ordered through gritted teeth.
"C'mon, Sanzo! Do you really thing any woman would want a boy?" was the read-headed's reply. "Besides, even if some woman actually wanted him, I doubt that Goku would realise it was a flirt even if she had it tattooed on her breasts," he completed distractedly, ordering another drink . . . which Sanzo downed in.
"It's not the woman I'm worried about," the monk hissed.
Realization finally came upon Goyjo, who realised, while looking around, that there were, in fact, several men drinking the sight of the young man. Bloody leaches. Hakkai pointed the dance floor with his head, giving Goyjo a meaningful look. He got up with a bounce and returned moments later with a disgruntled monkey behind him. The brunet threw himself on the seat next to Sanzo.
"Woohoo!" The boy took some balance and made the chair roll, while throwing his arms in the air. His legs were wide open for stability, which made Sanzo blush. Thank the Gods that nobody saw it.
"Close you legs, monkey!" Sanzo yelled, glaring at Goku.
"Sanzo, don't you think you are overreacting a little?" Goyjo asked, bemused.
"Shut it, kappa!" the monk replied icily, and then returned his gaze to Goku, who indeed closed his legs.
"Maybe we should call it a night," suggested Hakkai, once again soothingly. Goyjo snapped his head at him.
"No way! Let Sanzo take the monkey home!"
Hakkai didn't think that was a good idea, especially given the blonde's short temper at the time, but after several minutes of intense argument between Goyjo and Sanzo, the monk agreed to take the Goku to the Inn.
The trip home was a test to Sanzo's patience and self-control. Goku insisted in holding hands, then in snuggling and then he started to tell the blonde how sad he was that Sanzo didn't like him as much as Goku liked Sanzo. Mercifully, Goku passed out in the middle of the path, leaving Sanzo to carry him to the bedroom, which was a struggle – especially to open the damn door – but it was far better than listening to the boy's drunken ramblings.
As soon as they entered the room, Sanzo placed the sleeping boy on the bed and proceeded to the bathroom to take a purifying shower. He would free himself from impure thoughts and the smells of the bar. Gods, he needed a cigarette. He didn't spare another glance to the brunet, especially because nothing good would come out of it, as he walked to the bathroom and later as he lay down.
Hours later, many turns and veiled glances, Sanzo finally heard Goku stir and go take a shower.
The blonde took a deep breath. He laid there very still trying not to show how awake he actually was. Maybe now he could fall asleep, without the main distraction in the room. When he was starting to relax and free his mind from mundane thoughts, he heard something he believed to be a trick of his treacherous mind; until it happened again . . . there it was, loud and clear: a moan! Unable to help himself, Sanzo got up and silently walked into the bathroom and what he saw trough the fogged glass made his cock twitch and start to fill rather fast.
Goku had a hand on the cold tiles of the shower to support his bent body, while his other hand was working furiously between his spread buttocks.
The sight was so arousing that Sanzo lost his fight with his urges for his charge . . . Later, he would pray for the salvation of his corrupted soul, he would morn the lost of his innocence, he would feel the weight of his betrayal to Sensei and would hate himself for taking advantage of Goku's admiration for him. Now, however, for a fleeting moment, he would allow himself to desire the other boy freely.
"Goku," he called and his voice sounded like a yell in the silence of the bathroom, even though he spoke quietly. Immediately, the teen stilled his thrusting hand and jumped away to the farthest corner of the tub, afraid of Sanzo's wrath.
"Can I join you?" For a long time, only the running water was heard. Sanzo was breathing hard, in anticipation of was about to come. Goku wouldn't deny him anything, he was sure of it.
"Y-yes, yes you can." His voice gained a firm determination that pleased Sanzo immensely.
Without losing a minute, Sanzo undressed, opened the shower doors and stepped in.
Goku was looking at him in shock, pressing against the wall for support. He looked about to faint as Sanzo's built body approached him. The blond seemed ethereal and so material at the same time. Sensing the other's fear, Sanzo relaxed and his expression softened, as he took a deep look at his soon-to-be lover, relishing in the sight of the slender, defined body of the other.
The look of innocent debauchery only made his desire for the other grow stronger. Goku seemed to be the perfect atonement for his sins, if this act wasn't in itself a great sin.
Sanzo reached out with his long fingers and touched the teen's shoulder softly. Goku's skin was overheated and sensitive enough that when Sanzo touched him, he moaned and rolled his eyes closed, shivering visibly. So erotic. And what if Sanzo touched his cock? With his other hand he reached down and ran his hand through the hard flesh he found. Goku bit his lips and choke back a moan.
Sanzo caressed the other's face with his own as he leaned down to whisper in Goku's ear "Turn around." Goku complied without a second thought.
Sanzo kissed the back of the brunet's neck and proceeded to place soft open mouth kisses along the other's spine, worshipping the boy in front of him with his touches, while his fingers traced every feature of the other's body. Goku whimpered in need and pressed his forehead against the tiles trying to cool himself down, but the monk's hands were inflaming his senses.
"No. Stop," Goku pleaded as Sanzo spread his buttocks. The blonde felt his heart shatter. Goku would deny him this. "Kiss-kiss me first." Just like that, Sanzo's heart glued itself together and glowed.
He got up and motioned Goku to face him, letting his hands fall in the other's hips. He had never kissed anyone before. He had done far more intimate things than kissing, but a kiss is not necessary to ease the urges of the body, now is it? He had wanted too, but Sensei had said that it was a privilege reserved to lovers. Why would Goku desire such a thing?
Sanzo nibbled the upper lip, then the lower and kept placing soft loving kisses on the other's rosy mouth. He was inexperienced, but he touched like he would have liked to be touched. He pressed his body against Goku's which turned out to be an awkward position due to the height difference. Neither cared. Soon, the kiss turned heated and Goku opened his mouth, inviting Sanzo in, who gladly complied. Their tongues clashed while their hips grinded against one another.
"More . . . I want more," Goku begged.
Sanzo said nothing, not willing to risk making this moment to real and lose it. The blonde kneeled as if he was in front of a deity; he let his tongue encircle the head of Goku's erection, mildly aware of the wanton moan he caused, before he took all the length in his mouth, relaxing his jaw and let the throbbing flesh hit the back of his throat. It was not the first time he had done it and he had taken far larger things in his mouth. He bobbed his head, listening to the enticing reactions. His own cock twitched at the moans and whimpers Goku was letting go, and it begged to be touched but he ignored it in favour of pleasing the other boy.
Goku was getting close, so he stopped, he didn't want him to finish like that. Instead, he made the boy turned around without getting up and resumed his earlier task. Ever since he had seen Goku fingering himself, he wanted to taste that tight entrance. Sanzo spread the buttocks and ran his tongue along the lubrificated cleavage. He took his time with the puckered hole, sucking and nibbling and thrusting his tongue in and out.
Goku was already loose due to his early activities, which made Sanzo conjure some images that made him want to speed things up.
Goku was lost. So much pleasure, so much wantonness. His knees were going weak. He could do little more than moan and beg for more. He hummed in his desire. Suddenly, his whole body jerked as his orgasm took him by surprise. He pushed his arse against Sanzo and the man was more than glad to stroke him out of his high.
The blonde got up and nibbled the other's ear lobe as he continued to stroke Goku's cock fondly, feeling it grow in his hand. His other hand moved to the entrance and teased it with two fingers.
"Is this okay?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!" Honestly, how could Goku managed any coherent thought when Sanzo was teasing him like that? Goku decided that even if it was just for tonight he would take anything Sanzo was willing to give him.
The blonde gave him a peck on the shoulder and let his hands trail along the other's chest, as he grounded his hips to Goku's arse, who whimpered pleadingly. Sanzo let the tip of his cock tease the hole until Goku started to push backwards. Slowly he pushed in. Goku bit the hand supporting his face against the wall, preventing himself from crying out.
"If you do that, I can't hear you," the blond whispered, sucking gently on the demon's neck.
Sanzo pulled back slightly and thrust back in, hitting Goku's sweet-spot dead-on. The brunet cried out and threw his head back, resting it on Sanzo's shoulder. The blond set a steady pace, relishing on Goku's reactions as much as on the tightness around his member. The boy was pushing back against him, meeting him halfway, moaning, crying and pleading, as his thrusts became faster and more violent. The pressure was building itself for both of them.
Goku reached down to stroke himself as Sanzo did the same. Their hands touched. The blonde encircled the smaller hand and together they brought Goku to completion. It was too much, too fast and soon Goku lost himself in the blinding white bliss, screaming Sanzo's name and spilling his seed all over the tiles.
The clenching walls around Sanzo and hearing his name cried out so passionately were enough to make Sanzo come undone and he filled the smaller man, whispering his name in wonder.
Sanzo didn't pull out right away. Instead, he rounded the other's waist with his arms and pulled him closer. He rested his forehead against the brunet's shoulder and sighed contentedly. Goku's knees finally gave in and he would have fallen if Sanzo hadn't supported him.
The monk was finally brought back from his high and decided that it was time to leave the shower. He closed the water and dried Goku, while the brunet sat limply on the toilet seat. He picked the smaller man in his arms and walked out of the bathroom.
"You don't have to bother," Goku said. "Just give me a moment and I would be able to walk on my own."
Sanzo laid the brunet in his bed gently and climbed in right after, lying next to him. It was a single bed so they were really close, but they didn't touched each other. Sanzo was facing Goku, looking at him with an odd look on his face. The blonde wanted to touch the other, but he needed to know that it was okay. Sensei never let him touch afterwards.
Goku shifted uncomfortably until he was facing Sanzo. He started to fidget. After a few moments, he was still fidgeting. The moonlight entered through the window and made Sanzo see Goku's expression clearly. The boy seemed distressed.
Sanzo put an arm around the slender waist and cradled the smaller body in his arms, tucking the other's head under his chin. Goku blushed.
Thank you for reading.