Rating: M/NC-17

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by 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; PWP.

Words: ~4,500

To the East II

By Dani-ko

It was a wonderful day.

And Genjo Sanzo woke up in the most pleasing way . . . with soft butterfly kisses being placed on his chest and neck, while two small and calloused hands – and he was sure he felt a nose, too – caressed the his skin gently, worshipping, lovingly; he distinctly felt soft locks tickling his nose, but the small hands reached his upper body and everything else was considered unimportant. A delightfully devilish mouth sucked on his nipples and he felt powerful jolts of pleasure curse through his body―

His mind finally registered that this was unusual and he jumped awake, taking in his surroundings anxiously, his hand twitching for his gun . . . and then he noticed two wide golden eyes staring at him in fear. Son Goku. The events of the previous night came crashing and Sanzo felt himself heat up and his cock twitch, reminding him of its existence.

Goku drew back and curled himself against the wall, pulling the beddings to cover himself. 'Pity', Sanzo thought and then berated himself for his own depravity.

"I'm sorry I woke you up―"

"That certainly didn't stop you from taking advantage of a sleeping man," Sanzo replied, somewhat harshly. Goku flinched and the blonde snapped his mouth shut and reminded himself why he didn't spoke much: social awkwardness; he looked away embarrassed and decided that he needed time to think and re-establish his inner peace . . . then, the answers would come. "I need a shower," he announced, more for himself than for Goku and he motioned to leave the bed.

Why he had felt the need to share a bed with Goku last night was lost on him – even though he was sure that his drunken self had found a more than satisfying reason. He reached for his robes, but that didn't get him very far, because two lean, yet strong arms encircled his wait, two knees closed around his thighs and a face was pressed against his back. He wouldn't be able to move unless Goku allowed him to – well, he could snap at the boy, but that would be counter-productive and Sanzo wanted to get laid again sometime soon, even if he denied so.

"I'm sorry about last night," Goku pleaded in a hurry, afraid that Sanzo would snap at him at any moment. "Please, don't be mad at me―"

"I'm not mad at you, you idiot!" Sanzo shouted, angry with himself for wanting to cradle Goku in his arms again and angry at Goku for sounding so vulnerable just for him.

The teen flinched and sat back, biting his lip to muffle his sobs and looking down to hide his tears. Sanzo turned around and, in that moment, he hated himself. He moved upwards and kneeled in front of Goku, slowly taking the covers out of Goku's defensive clutches and, cradling Goku's chin between his forefinger and thumb, he made the brunet look up into his eyes. Goku blinked in surprise for a moment, but then blushed and licked his lips; Sanzo was suddenly very glad for the decades he had to improve his self-control.

"Then why do you keep yelling at me?"Goku asked, absentmindedly, while his eyes locked on Sanzo's lips. The blonde wondered if Goku had any idea how alluring he was.

"This is not about you," Sanzo muttered in guise of explanation and Goku's eyes snapped at him, pained and sorry.

"I'm sorry, Sanzo," the teen returned, hiding his face by looking down. "I didn't mean to imply that you owed me anything."

'Oh, but I do, you monkey,' Sanzo thought, 'I owe you everything.'

Goku had known that Sanzo would regret last night's actions and he knew why; his companions may not grant him any recognition because he still looked like a teenager, but even if Goku was inexperienced and ridiculously innocent in some subjects – and he definitely was – he understood human behaviour very well . . .

The one thing he abhorred over everything else was how the priests of the Middle World controlled the crowds with their half-true doctrines and dogmas. It saddened him to see someone not trusting themselves enough to find their own path and beliefs; see their wonderful potential and true fulfilment hidden beneath their meagre expectations for their lives and their fear of heaven and hell.

Oh, he didn't doubt that some people truly found peace and absolution in priesthood and in a pious life, but he hardly thought Sanzo was one of them. Sanzo's heart was pure – much like Konzen's – but he was not meant for isolation; Sanzo needed challenge and adventure – and people, as much as he denied it. If the fact that he chose priesthood for the love of his mentor meant something was that Sanzo wanted to be loved by someone.

"You right, because I don't," Sanzo said, knowing full well that he should just shut up and not destroy the most wonderful thing that had happened in his life, but the truth is he was very frightened and, in his doubt, he chose to step back. "It was a onetime thing―"

Goku's position over religion was not born of pure reasonable deliberation and spiritual meditation – any opinion rarely is – but he didn't realise that; his years in Heaven showed him how blind men and gods can be . . . blind enough to sacrifice a child and lock away another for their own selfish agenda.

Now, hearing Sanzo's words, all of his indignation roared up and inflamed his mind. Sanzo had always showed a bright intellect, so how could he blindly follow his egocentric mentor's lead? Goku broke the embrace and moved backwards until his back was against the pillows and he faced Sanzo, red-rimmed eyes full of accusation and . . . despise?

"I don't understand why you need to deny yourself, but you cannot play with me," the brunet stated firmly. Sanzo blinked and he narrowed his eyes, angry at Goku for defying him. "Don't you dare tell me that I was just convenient, because that can't be true. I know you too damn well to fall for that."

"Listen carefully, you idio―"

"No, you listen, for once," the brunet interrupted harshly, even though his voice was tight and tears were pooling in his eyes. "I would accept if you told me you were not ready―"

"It was just a fuck―" Sanzo tried to say lamely, but Goku ignored him and proceeded.

"―or that you truly believed in that moronic religion, but – but don't tell me that it meant nothing, because I-I'm not as stupid as you believe I am." By the end of his speech, Goku was sobbing generously and Sanzo found himself at a loss of what to do – both at the moment and in the long run.

The silence stretched longer when neither male said anything, but neither left as well. Goku was trying – and failing miserably – to control his crying, while Sanzo was fidgeting and his mind was reeling with arguments, choices, possible scenarios and his own fears. Could he give Goku what he wanted? And take something equally important in return? Could he give himself―?

His musings were interrupted by Goku, who was shifting, motioning to leave the bed. Sanzo's mind entered auto-pilot . . .

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked abruptly, grabbing Goku's shoulder and pulling him backwards. The brunet fell to the bed and, swiftly, Sanzo straddled his hips. All their naked glory was pressed together, but the emotional charge of the moment tampered their passion. Goku blinked in shocked surprise – when he finally oriented himself – and looked at Sanzo fearfully.

"I – I'm sorry, I don't – mphm!"

Sanzo pressed their lips together with a bruising force, more making a statement of possession than kissing his lover. He pulled back hastily when his mind caught up with his body and looked down at the young man lying beneath him. All of a sudden, Sanzo could not remember what his objections had been and decided that if Goku wanted him, then he would have him; after all, when had Sanzo been able to deny anything to his young charge?

"You're not going anywhere," the blonde said. Goku's wariness was giving place to hopeful earning. "Ever," he completed at last. Goku keened, as his arms shot up and he curled himself around Sanzo's larger body, hugging the blonde fiercely. When he pulled back, his eyes were shinning with delighted pleasure.

"Does that mean you are my lover, now?" the brunet asked. Blushing bright red, Sanzo nodded. Goku let himself fall into the mattress, letting go of Sanzo's neck in order to frame the blonde man's face and gently peck on his lips, as appreciation. "And that I can touch and kiss whenever I want, even in front of people?"

"Goku―" Sanzo began warningly, but the teen interrupted him with another butterfly kiss.

"That's what lovers do," Goku said afterwards, in guise of explanation. Sanzo opened his mouth to answer―

"Goku! Sanzo!" called a voice from outside the room, belonging to Sha Goyjo, "are you two awake?" Sanzo rolled his eyes in exasperation and tried to ignore the insistent knock on the door. "I know you are awake, Sanzo, I can smell your annoyance―" The blonde had to wonder if it was possible to hear the distinct sound of a smirk in the kappa's voice and if the red-headed could smell murder intention, as well. "―Hakkai and I decided that all of us are going for a walk before we leave. We are waiting for you two downstairs," he paused, "and tell Goku we have breakfa-ast," he sing-songed as an afterthought.

Goku all but bounced out of the bed, into the shower – quite eagerly for someone who was in bed with their lover, the blonde thought resentfully.

Seeing nothing else to do, Sanzo groaned and got up, too. Realising that his chance of consummating his and Goku's newborn commitment – by thoroughly possessing the younger male – had flown away, Sanzo thought that he should know better than any of them that karma really is a bitch.

---xXxXx---

The four companions had been confined in the tight space of their vehicle for hours, seeing only trees give way to more trees. In the darkness of the night, the path seemed endless and all of them were starting to get fidgety for being sitting still for so long – in fact, Goyjo, Hakkai and Sanzo were finding it odd that Goku hadn't started to whine yet.

Well, truth be told, Hakkai was not as confused as the other two, because being the insightful man that he was, he had picked up the strange mood between Goku and Sanzo as soon as they first showed up in front of him for their walk. Really, one had to be irremediably blind or being entirely focussed on something else – as, let's say, Goyjo was in the village's women – not to notice the way Goku walked much closer to Sanzo than usual, talking incessantly, and how the blonde monk touched his young charge for every little thing, never once hitting him for being annoying.

Just now, as they moved forward in the tortuous path that crossed the forest, Goku was sitting so close to Sanzo's front seat that it was a wonder how the blonde hadn't complained yet . . . Was that a hand caressing the back of Sanzo's head that Hakkai was seeing on the rear-view mirror? The blonde gave no indication that he was feeling the touch, be he also hadn't moved away – in fact, there was a very healthy glow on his cheeks.

"Maybe we should camp tonight," Hakkai suggested, catching Sanzo's attention. Even if he was able to drive all night, being locked up in the car would get to their nerves soon enough and Hakkai preferred to stop than deal with his soon-to-be irritable companions fighting over every little thing. The monk grunted something that sounded as agreement to Hakkai, so he stopped the car and stepped out. "There's a river in that direction," the youkai told the blonde, pointing north; that was when Sanzo realised that he could hear the water running. "We can take a bath and re-fill our bottles."

"You and I are going to get some wood and food, while the kappa and Goku set the tents," Sanzo decided; he shifted his gaze to Goyjo, who was still snoring in the back of their four-wheel drive. Sanzo kicked the side of the car violently, startling Goyjo enough that he jumped to his feet and reached for his weapon. "Did you hear that, kappa?"

Goyjo was still disoriented, looking around in alarm, until he saw his three companions gazing at him expectantly; very accurately, he realised that he had been woken up by the blonde monk. He glared. "Of course I didn't, you moody monk!" he exclaimed. "You should have more respect for other people's rest―"

"Does it look like I care?" Sanzo interrupted; not giving Goyjo time to continued, he ordered, "You and Goku set the tents."

"Geez," the red-headed murmured in annoyance. Then, louder, he said "Yes, dad."

Sanzo glared, but ignored him and motioned to enter the woods; very discreetly, when he passed by Goku, he touched the teen's hand lightly. Goku had been twisting his hands and stealing poorly concealed glances at the blonde – probably, in an attempt to catch his eye and receive some affection – but at Sanzo's touch, his face shone with such pleasure that Hakkai felt his heart swell.

Quickly, he followed the monk, not sure if he should let them know that he had realised something was different between them or not.

---xXxXx---

Almost three hours later, Sanzo and Hakkai returned with the promised wood, their bottles full of water and four fat salmons, already ready for cooking – courtesy of Hakkai, since Sanzo thought they all could choke on scales, for all he cared.

They found the other two in the clearing where they had stooped, lying side by side on the grass, while gazing at the stars. The two tents were set up on the right, near the rim of the forest, not far from one another, and the fire was already lit up, no doubt using some twigs found in the vicinity.

Sanzo dumped the wood unceremoniously beside the fire and looked assessing Goyjo and Goku. There was no reason to be jealous, he knew that, but it still irked how close they were lying and the friendliness with which they were talking. Hakkai was observing them closely – now very much aware of the signs both Sanzo and Goku were sending – and fought back an amused chuckle at the possessive display.

In that moment, Goku became aware of someone watching him and glanced back, seeing Sanzo not far away; his face lit up and he grinned happily at the blonde.

"Hey, guys," the youkai called gently. Immediately, three sets of eyes focussed on him. "Why don't you go take a bath in the river while I cook the fish?" he suggested. Goyjo got up with a bounce and wrapped his arms around Goku's shoulders.

"That's a wonderful idea, Hakkai," he said, shaking Goku lightly and pulling him the direction of the river. "Goku and I go first while you two do whatever it is that you two do―"

Sanzo stopped listening to the idiot kappa because Goku had glanced back at him and was sending him a rather pleading look, full of yearning and desire. The monk felt his face heat up and he became very aware of his own body, as images of passionate lovemaking against a tree – deep into the forest where nobody could hear – or in the river – with water flowing freely around them and Goku screaming his name in desperate need – flew into his mind and he decided that he would make them true.

"Stop right there, kappa," he hissed. Goyjo sighed in exasperation and let go of Goku. "I want to go clean myself up first―" Goyjo glared at him. "―you can stay here with Hakkai."

Without waiting for answer, Sanzo grabbed his bag and Goku's wrist and walked briskly in the direction of the river. He felt Goku's skin heat up beneath his touch and, looking back at the teen, he saw a blissful expression upon his face and his eyes burning in need. The monk stopped right there and pushed Goku against the nearest tree, covering the smaller body with his own and looking deep into the other's eyes as if asking for permission.

Goku's arms curled around Sanzo's neck and pulled him down for a bruising kiss. Sanzo's arms encircled his waist and pulled the other closer to him. Goku's silky tongue made its way out as he licked at Sanzo's lips; the blonde granted him entrance and, soon enough, their tongues were moving sensuously against the other, sending hot shivers of arousal directly at their groins. Their hands roamed through their bodies, while they ravished each other's mouth.

Goku humped against Sanzo's leg and he felt a responsive hardness pressing against his hip; he wanted to feel it against him, closer and hotter . . . he moved one leg up and rested it against Sanzo's hip, using it to pull the blonde closer. Sanzo understood the hint and thrust intensely against Goku's crotch. It was too much―

Goku broke the kiss and threw his head back, letting go a warbling cry.

Sanzo saw the sweet expanse of Goku's neck bare itself for him and, wanting to taste as much as he could, he closed his mouth around the teen's neckline, letting his tongue trail the soft skin, open-mouthed kissing and sucking heavily. Goku's hand cradled his skull encouragingly and pulled his mouth securely against his neck, begging for more.

"Nghn, San-Sanzo – ah! M-more, plea-ase!"

The blonde's hands trailed up, reaching under the hem of Goku's shirt, searching for one pink nipple; he squeezed it between his forefinger and thumb.

"Yes, yes!" Goku cried out and arched his chest against Sanzo's touch. The blonde brought his hands to the brunet's rear and tightened his hold, still rutting passionately against his sinuous lover. Goku's other leg shot up, too, and he crossed his ankles behind the monk's waist; Sanzo flexed his legs to support Goku's weight and his crotch ended up pressed tightly against Goku's arse.

The teen's eyes widened at the unexpected pleasure and he bounced lightly, thrusting himself against Sanzo's firm hardness. The monk's eyes rolled in pleasure and he groaned, resting his forehead on Goku's shoulder – to ground himself – as his hips snapped forward strongly, pressing their clothed bodies together tightly.

"Ah, ah, ah, oh-my-goodness, ah―" Goku was sobbing in time with Sanzo's thrusts, holding onto Sanzo's shoulders, but it wasn't enough. There were too many clothes, too little friction . . . Sanzo was rutting shamelessly against him, but it wasn't enough to please – it was arousing him tortuously – he needed so much more, "Ah, Sanzo, please – ah – need you in me . . . !"

Sanzo thought that fucking against a tree just didn't allow enough touching and was, therefore, not a feasible fantasy. He was getting so desperately aroused―

"Hold on," he whispered in Goku's ear.

The teen didn't need to be told twice, because he wrapped his smaller body around Sanzo and felt himself being lifted and carried away. He rested his forehead on the blonde's shoulder and closed his eyes, inhaling the deep scent of his lover, letting it appease him. Sanzo moved his hands from his arse to his torso, hinting at him to let go.

Goku stood in shaky legs, since his body still too sensitive from the earlier waves of pleasure, eager and burning even more desperately for Sanzo's touch. The brunet looked around and realised they were at the river shoreline.

Sanzo took his robes off and placed them on the grass; then, he pulled the teen towards him and pushed him until he was lying on the cloth. Swiftly, they pealed Goku's clothes off together; Goku lay down again, willingly exposing himself for the blonde's appraising eyes. Sanzo moved his hands to the back of Goku's knees and spread the lean legs apart, drinking the stirring sight meant only for his eyes; he keeled between them, looking reverently at the teen that was so fervently ready for him.

He took off his own leather clothes. Goku didn't sit up, but ran his hands through the blonde's bare legs, spreading himself wider and moving forward, until his legs rested around Sanzo's waist, their erections were pressed against each other and his entrance exposed.

Sanzo groaned at the view and thrust a few times against Goku's navel, but then he stopped. He turned his gaze at Goku and his blue eyes were burning with passion. He closed his fist around the teen's cock and stroked.

"Oh, yes!" Goku screamed and arched his body into Sanzo's. The monk pushed him backwards again and, after spitting in his other hand, moved it lower, pushing lightly into the puckered skin of Goku's tight entrance. The heat made his hips snap forward again. Goku brought one hand to Sanzo's member and squeezed, easing the tension between Sanzo's legs. The monk moaned as he thrust two fingers. Goku sobbed in pleasure.

Sanzo prepared him slowly, tortuously, and Goku wanted it faster and harder. The teen panted heavily in an attempt to calm himself; then, he placed his hands on Sanzo's chest and pushed lightly, reversing their positions, making himself in control of their rhythm. The blonde's fingers were still inside of him, stretching him, filling him. He rode them wantonly, wishing to be pleasured.

At last, Sanzo pulled out and motioned to reverse their positions again, but Goku didn't let him; looking deep into the blonde's eyes – conveying his wish to be the one responsible for their pleasure – Goku aligned himself with Sanzo's erect member and impaled himself swiftly, until Sanzo was buried balls-deep within him.

"Gods, Goku!" Sanzo cried out or the first time during sex.

It was overwhelming being inside Goku. The blonde sat up and rested his forehead against Goku's chest, curling his arms around the teen's waist, sucking gently on a pink nub. Placing a hand on each side of Sanzo's shoulders, Goku began to move, shifting the angle so that his sweet-spot was hit with every thrust.

Their tempo quickened. Sanzo leaned back in one arm, allowing himself some leverage to thrust up into Goku's body, while his other hand rested on the teen's hips, keeping him in place. Goku was riding him with abandon – sobbing in pleasure – praying faithfully in appreciation for this moment – crying his affection – pleasuring Sanzo to no end with his beautiful, tight body―

"Sanzo!" Goku cried hoarsely when his orgasm hit him, taking him to higher realms of hot pleasure and white bliss. The brunet's body spasmed violently as pleasure rippled through him. Sanzo held him down while thrusting ferociously until the first hot waves of bliss shot though him and he cried his love to the heavens. Goku pressed his mouth against Sanzo's, pushing his tongue in forcefully, putting all his appreciation and delight into the kiss, while Sanzo milked them both to the last drop of passion and pleasure.

Finally, their bodies went limp and they fell backwards. Goku motioned to move off Sanzo, but the blonde didn't allow it and wrapped his arms around Goku's lithe figure, holding him tight.

Goku sighed in satisfaction – and wonder – and snuggled closer, caressing Sanzo's chest with his nose and pressing a kiss just above his heart. The blonde pressed a lingering kiss to the teen's forehead and ran his fingers through Goku's hair lovingly.

*

"Goyjo, can you please go check on them?" Hakkai asked, stirring the fish. "They have been gone an awfully long time."

Grumbling under his breath – because he would never openly deny anything to Hakkai – Goyjo got up from where he was dozing off and took the path that led to the liver, smoking a cigarette and starting to hum some long forgotten song for himself.

When he reached the end of the path, he started to hear some noises. Where someone else would think that someone was in pain, Goyjo knew better that anyone the difference between cries of pain and cries of pleasure. He didn't have voyeuristic tendencies, but if there were people in the vicinity, he probably should make sure that they were harmless and so, he approached the river shoreline.

The sight that greeted him froze him to the spot, his body became still and tense and for a moment, he thought that he was trapped in some kind of illusion – it wouldn't be the first time, anyway. Suddenly a cry echoed through the woods―

"Sanzo!"

Goyjo didn't wait another moment he turned around and ran back to their clearing, fully intending on hiding in his sleeping bag and avoid Sanzo for the rest of his life – yes, because if the blonde even suspected that Goyjo had seen him looking that vulnerable, it would be end of him.

---xXxXx---

When Sanzo and Goku returned to their campsite – with their hair wet, wearing clean clothes and their older ones washed up – Hakkai wouldn't have found anything odd and would have truly believed that they had been bathing . . . if not for the fact that Goku had a trail of love-bites down his neck and Goyjo had returned from the river pale as ghost and praying for his life.

It had not been very hard to make the right elations and so, it had been with the most shrewd – and unnerving – smile that Hakkai received the two closet lovers. Sanzo narrowed his eyes, assessing the youkai; then, the violet orbs shone with angered fire.

"Where is Goyjo?" he asked dangerously.

"Now, now," Hakkai began soothingly, "you two weren't exactly discreet from what I can tell." That was when Goku understood what they were talking about and blushed bright red, looking positively innocent in all of his candour. Hakkai smiled sympathetically at him, but didn't say anything.

"Does this mean they know?" he asked. Hakkai nodded. Surprisingly, Goku grinned happily at the news. Sanzo quirked an eyebrow questioningly, prompting him to explain. "This means that, now, I can hug you whenever I want."

As if trying to emphasise what he had said, Goku encircled Sanzo's waist and burrowed his nose in Sanzo's chest, holding his lover tightly. Hakkai was happy to notice that, albeit grudgingly, Sanzo returned the embrace.

THE END

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