Presence – Chapter 2
Sanzo pushed Goku irresistibly unto the bed, all the while stripping the boy of his clothes. Maybe he was turning into a sadist but Goku with a gag just turned him on. Or maybe it wasn't the gag; maybe it was the frightened look in the boy's eyes. Either way, he just wanted to screw the boy silly.
Once, he liked hearing the sound of the boy's screams, piercing through the air. But now, he found out that muffling the screams, the groans, and the moans just as arousing if not more. Oh, and he also started using ropes and handcuffs. Bondage was very appealing.
As Sanzo entered him, silver streams of tears flowed down Goku's semen stained face.
~0~
"How was your night?" Hakkai asked cheerfully, loading Hakuryuu with their newly bought food. When he saw Goku tense up, he grimaced, knowing that he had said the wrong thing. "I mean . . ."
"It was great," Sanzo cut him off, seating himself comfortably unto his place. "Get on the jeep so the we could get going."
"Hai hai," Gojyo drawled. He sat beside Goku and looked at him in concern. "Oi saru, daijoubu?"
"Aa."
There was something about travelling that Gojyo plainly hated; it was the fact that the bumpy drive just plainly murdered his ass. I mean, why couldn't they ever make roads heading to the west, just like the one in the Wizard of Oz? Yellow brick roads were bound to be better than desert and forest. It seemed like they were constantly either getting lost in a desert or getting lost in a forest or just plain getting lost. Chances of getting lost while following a yellow brick road was small, wasn't it?
Since he hated long drives so much, he always wanted them to stop but, somehow, he couldn't bear to have the drive to the next town over. He knew that Sanzo would make Goku suffer again. It wasn't in his nature to allow bad things happen to good friends.
It was then that he wondered why they couldn't go against the monk. The monk always had a way subliminally intimidating people. Goodness knows that they were intimidated . . . course they wouldn't show it, but he was quite positive that he and Hakkai feared the monk. Damned perverted pedophilic monk, he thought.
"Hakkai," he said, looking at the back of the man's head, "when are we going to reach the next town?"
"Two days," was the cheerful answer.
In Gojyo's opinion, Hakkai's answer was a little too cheerful. He had a suspicion—and the conversation they had the day before heightened it—that Hakkai felt the same way he did over Sanzo and Goku's relationship. Besides, he seemed to remember Hakkai telling him something like he was worried about Goku or whatnot. He was rather drunk that night. His memory was rather fuzzy.
Gojyo spent the time observing both Goku and Sanzo. Sanzo looked perfectly fine, nothing different about him. Goku looked perfectly okay too, despite the fact that he was slightly withdrawn. In fact, he was sleeping. He seemed rather peaceful sleeping. Gojyo wondered if Goku still thought of Sanzo as his sun after what Sanzo did/does to him.
Sanzo itched to blast the kappa's head off. The man was simply looking at Goku too long, as if observing him or something. He didn't like that. Being the man he was, he didn't like sharing. Furthermore, it seemed as if Gojyo knew more than he was supposed to.
Maybe Hakkai told him.
Yes, he knew that Hakkai was there that night, watching them. Although the green-eyed man would never admit it, Sanzo was quite sure that he enjoyed watching them. Goku and he were both very beautiful after all—Goku even more so when he was under pain.
He didn't know when or how or why he started being some sadist lunatic but he guessed that it was because of this irrational fear of losing Goku. It was all Homura's fault. All Homura's fault; none his own.
~0~
Kanzeon Bosatsu was amused and he/she/it almost felt guilty for being amused—Goku was getting hurt after all. But nonetheless, s-he found it endlessly amusing. Konzen's reincarnation was so much more interesting to watch than Konzen himself. Or maybe it was just the fact the Goku was old enough to molest.
Now that's a thought.
S-he found it so cute the way that Kenren and Tenpou's reincarnates longed to gut the monk and simply can't. S-he also found it adorable the way they kept trying to protect the boy against big giant monsters but can't seem to save him from some holy Sanzo. It was real fun.
Kanzeon sauntered towards her/his lily pond and stared at the image of the travelling group upon the water. S-he then walked back, still staring, and draped her left arm upon the shoulder of a still young boy sitting on a throne of some kind.
"Nataku," s-he whispered into the boy's ear. "Should I intervene?"
Silence answered.
S-he smirked. "Thought so."
~0~
"What do you mean the both of you are going to sleep somewhere else?" Gojyo demanded, voice getting shriller and shriller. "What's wrong with here?"
His boisterous demand was met with a cool gaze. "I don't like it here."
Gojyo clenched his fists. "Where will you sleep?"
Sanzo almost smirked. "Wouldn't you want to know. What, are you going to watch us sleeping kappa? He's already seen us sleeping," Sanzo said, pointing to Hakkai, who was busy cooking dinner with Goku. "I'm sure he remembers quite well what happened. Ask him to tell you all about it."
"Iie!"
The monk shrugged. "Suit yourself."
The red head felt like wringing Sanzo's head then and there. "What the hell do you think you're doing? I thought you cared for your pet."
Guilt. Sanzo wasn't used to it and so he punched Gojyo, grabbed Goku, and disappeared into the dark of the forest.
Hakkai looked at Gojyo meaningfully, trying to mentally tell him not to vex the monk too much. They would be unable to save Goku if they were both dead and Sanzo was bound to kill them if he gets real irritated.
Luckily, Gojyo seemed to understand and instead brought out a cigar that he could calm his nerves with. He slumped unto the ground and leaned his head back on the tree, watching Hakkai cook.
Yes, they were in a forest and, as Gojyo predicted, yes, they were lost. That or Hakkai intentionally turned right instead of left but it didn't matter, Sanzo wasn't the one looking at the map anyway.
Silence reigned between the two men as they both wondered what Sanzo and Goku were doing.
~0~
Meanwhile, Sanzo half dragged Goku to some cave that seemed to be there for Sanzo's convenience. The cave was dark, as caves usually are, and cold, since caves that are cold if it was dark, and creepy, because cold and dark equated to creepy. It seemed like nothing lived there, no plants and certainly no animals. The only living thing was the convenient patch of green moss situated on the side of the wall.
Overall, Goku didn't like it. It reminded him too much of his half-a-millenium prison, the one that Sanzo freed him from. He had a thing against caves . . . and the dark . . . and the cold . . . and the creepy. Sometimes though, he wished that Sanzo never freed him.
Sanzo brought Goku to where the moss was and undressed him, staring at the lithe tan body of his charge, the moonbeam from the cave entrance providing the light that he needed. He smiled and pushed the boy down, nuzzling Goku's neck as he did so.
His plan was interrupted, however; when Goku whispered a "why?"
Annoyed, Sanzo pushed himself off of the boy and glared at him irately. "Why what?"
"Why are you doing this?" was the broken reply. Goku curled himself up into a fetal position on the moss, trying his hardest not to let Sanzo see the tears that were falling from his eyes. Sanzo hated weaklings. Sanzo hated people who cried. Sanzo hated him. "Why do you hate me?"
It was a question that struck Sanzo hard. He couldn't take it. He didn't want to admit the fact that he destroyed the spirit of the only one that he cared for. Angrily, he lifted Goku by the neck, causing the boy to yelp, and threw him against the wall, rendering him unconscious. He then fell and broke down crying, watching as his tears betray what was left of his conviction to stop loving.
He crawled to where Goku lay, and cradled the bloody head on his lap, crying for what he did.
He was no worse than demons. No, he was worse than demons: he was a monster.
A/N: Short? Yes. Pathetic? Yes. Utterly OOC? Yes. Plotless? Hell yes. Do I hate myself? Surely. Kill me? I think you want to.
I made Sanzo a bastard and Goku a wimp. I destroyed my own convictions that Sanzo and Goku are made to be together. I also destroyed my brain thinking for a plot, one that did not come. So all in all, this chapter is a huge disappointment . . . okay, not really, but I do want a plot to come soon.
Why are all my stories taking so long? I honestly don't know. I came home late, grouchy, and hardly standing for the past few weeks because of after school practices. Honestly, I don't like it. Damn.
I've been trying to figure out how I can put a picture in my data. I've seen others that have and I want to have one too. If anyone knows, do tell.
If you want another chapter, review. If you don't, review anyway. If you want to kill me, review too. Reviews make the world go 'round mind you.
Oh god, would you believe that I see yaoi in every Shakespearean book? I am that perverted.
This is the edited version. Thanks for telling me about the century error.
