Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki.

A/N: Finally, the last chapter! Thank to everyone that reviewed, and even if you didn't, thanks for being here anyway.

(gives a box of chocolate each)

So here's the not so grand finale…XD

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Sanzo practically stomped through the forest, his black sandals crunching on the dead leaves that were strewn on the forest floor. How was he supposed to search for his pet if he didn't even know where to begin?

He lit a cigarette, letting out annoyed puffs of air into the night.

/ What is it with these fucking forests /

It was true, whenever there was a forest nearby, something bad was bound to happen. Sanzo couldn't figure out why. From 'mysterious mists' to bloody demons, they all started somewhere in a forest. Perhaps it was just karma. He must've gone on a burn-all-trees spree at some point in his past life.

This was getting him nowhere. If only that idiot had left some kind of trail! Sanzo growled in frustration. He did not like the feeling in his gut that he was getting. Because they were in a forest, and anything could happen. From above-mentioned 'mysterious mists' to bloody demons.

For some reason Sanzo suddenly had the image of Kougaiji, and the look in his eyes when he had stared at Goku. His Goku. Dropping his cigarette and putting it out with his foot, Sanzo continued to stalk through the dark forest, cursing. The last thing he needed was to have Prince Charming kidnapping his pet.

That monkey is too attractive for his own good, Sanzo thought haughtily. Goku's image was swimming in his mind, the luminous golden eyes laced with sadness and grief. Sanzo's heart clutched and he quickened his pace.

/ Sanzo…/

Sanzo almost fell down in shock. It had been so long since he had heard Goku's voice calling out to him like that.

Where are you?

Sanzo tried not to breathe, as he waited for a reply.

It did not come.

Cursing again, Sanzo concentrated on the source of the voice, as images of Goku flashed through his head. Goku laughing, Goku looking up to him with senseless adoration, Goku smiling specially for him, Goku when he was stark naked on his bed…

He cast out his senses. Maybe, just maybe…

There.

Sanzo could feel a faint aura, a trace of a presence. He opened his eyes, his violet orbs alive.

/ I've finally found you. /

Following the source, Sanzo finally found faint traces of a trail: a few broken twigs, snapped branches, faint footsteps. Nevertheless, Sanzo could not help but feel jittery. Apologizing was not one of his strong qualities.

After what seemed like hours of tracking, Sanzo finally came to an opening in the trees. There, just a few meters from him, was a large lake that was almost fifty feet wide. And perched on top one of the shore rocks was Son Goku, peering into the still water as if it held the secrets of life.

"Goku."

Goku's head snapped up, only to see Genjo Sanzo clad in a loose fitting white cotton shirt and his usual black leather jeans, his golden hair glinting in the moonlight. He looked so ethereal, so perfect, that Goku lost his balance from his dangerous pose just staring at him.

A loud splash was heard as Goku fell face first into the dark water, disturbing the stillness as ripples formed on the surface. He let out a gurgling choke before his head was completely submerged underwater.

Sanzo had his shirt off in a flash, diving after Goku into the strangely lukewarm water, his legs creating large, powerful strokes as he swam towards boy.

Reaching Goku, who had an alarmed look on his face, Sanzo immediately wrapped an arm around the youth's slim waist before pulling them both up towards the surface. Once he made it, he took in deep breaths of air, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

Goku on the other hand was clutching onto Sanzo, his arms around the priest's neck while his legs wrapped themselves around Sanzo's lithe body. The earth-spirit was panting, he had swallowed mouthfuls of lake water and now he was out of breath.

It wasn't until they reached the shore did Sanzo feel like smacking his own head.

In his hurry to dive in, he had forgotten that Goku was perfectly capable of swimming ashore. By himself. Without needing Sanzo to jump in like a goddamn hero.

Scowling to himself, Sanzo reached in his pockets to pull out a soggy box of cigarettes. He glared at it, before turning to Goku to glare at him instead.

And it was then when Sanzo lost his resolve to do anymore glaring.

Goku, drenched wet, was staring off to his side, his large golden eyes seeming more ancient in the moonlight now than ever before. His breathing was no longer rapid, instead it was slow and calm, and Sanzo could not stop himself from reaching out towards him.

Goku finally seemed to have come to his senses when Sanzo tugged at his shirt. Out of shock he backed away a couple of steps before tripping ungracefully and falling down on the ground.

Sanzo slipped off his sandals, before moving towards Goku, his bare feet noiseless on the hard ground. Goku, as if panicking, tried unsuccessfully to scramble away.

Sanzo got down on his hands and knees, so that he was at the same eye level as Goku. He couldn't stop his heart from doing somersaults as he reached to lightly grip Goku's wet chin.

/ Might as well get this over with. /

Sanzo gazed into those ancient eyes -eyes that were laced with loneliness, hurt, betrayal…

And fear. The words died in his throat when he realized that now Goku feared him, of all people.

/ Just spit it out, idiot /

"I'm sorry."

Goku's eyes widened, and Sanzo quickly went on. "I didn't mean what I said earlier. I'm sorry."

Goku opened his mouth to say something, and Sanzo, afraid that Goku might say something that would shatter his resolve to apologize, placed a finger on those lips before any sound escaped them.

"Return to me. Be mine once again."

"I want you. I need you, Goku. I'm nothing without you."

The last sentence was whispered so softly, Sanzo wasn't sure if Goku had heard it. He swallowed uneasily, feeling extremely uncomfortable with the unfamiliar feeling of being nervous.

Apparently, Goku had heard him, every word, in fact. Struck speechless, it took a few seconds (in what seemed like eternity for Sanzo) before everything sunk in. And when it did, he sprang up so quickly that Sanzo fell flat on his back with Goku ravaging mouth.

Sanzo was quick in responding, hands slipping around Goku's waist as he let himself be incessantly kissed; Goku on top of his shirtless body.

Sanzo's mind sent off warning bells as Goku's hands starting tugging off his black leather pants. Wasn't Goku not completely healed yet? Then why was he-

Oh.

Sanzo had always been the one dominating, the one that controlled, but this time…well, this time was different. Sanzo finally pushed Goku's cold and wet shirt off, as Goku kicked off his worn boots.

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Goku explored the lilac white skin of his exposed neck, leaving angry red blotches that left Sanzo groaning and gripping onto Goku's tanned back. Goku then moved to his favourite spot on Sanzo's neck: the pulse-point that was situated right at the curve of his jaw.

He stopped in surprise when his tongue ran over a love-bite. It seemed recent – the skin was still red and tender. He gave it a little lick, his fingers moving to grip Sanzo's hair. He did not remember giving Homura any hickeys when the latter was in Sanzo's body…so…

A faint memory was tugging gently at the back of Goku's mind, and he suddenly saw himself, in his true form, exploring Sanzo's neck. Or rather, as his other self saw it, Konzen's neck.

Goku pulled away, his lips not even forming his question to ask Sanzo when he was roughly tugged down again by demanding hands. He smirked into Sanzo's neck, earning himself a hard smack that sent jolts to the lower regions of his body.

He bit into exposed skin to retaliate, leaving an angry-looking mark. Smirking again as Sanzo let out something akin to a whimper, Goku turned his attention downwards. There were many far more interesting places left to explore.

His eager tongue traveled to Sanzo's hardened nipples, the little pink buttons which were soon red due to Goku's playful nipping and sucking. Sanzo's groans were driving him over the top, he had never heard Sanzo so vocal before, and he felt eager and excited.

Sanzo on the other hand was having a hard time just trying to breathe, Goku sending him to the peak of pleasure as Goku took him in his hot mouth. He groaned out Goku's name, not bothering to mask his emotions.

Sanzo had never expected the raw passion and electricity that shot through his entire body as Goku entered him. Shivers of pleasure traveled down his spine, pooling at the lower part of his stomach. He had never thought that Goku could satisfy him this much.

He threw back his head as he cried out Goku's name. It slipped smoothly off his tongue, as though he had done it many times before, but in truth this was the first time he had ever submitted himself like this.

Grasping Goku's damp hair, he urged Goku to go faster, deeper. And which Goku did. Pain mixed with pleasure, resulting in uncontrollable cries of passion from the both of them.

They fell to the ground in an exhausted tangled heap; sweat slicked bodies fitted perfectly as if made for each other.

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Goku awoke once again to the cozy warmth of another's body heat, cotton sheets under him. Snapping his eyes open, Goku found himself possessively wrapped in Sanzo's embrace, with the latter's eyes closed, a peaceful expression on his face.

Wait.

Was all that just a dream? Did the night beside the lake never happen?

Sanzo stirred, his eyes fluttering open to reveal passionate violet orbs. Sanzo's hand reached up to lightly caress Goku's face.

"I carried you here after you fell asleep. And yes, you did fuck me", Sanzo said, light amusement in his rich baritone voice.

It was creepy the way he could read Goku's thoughts.

Goku turned an interesting shade of red when he realized that yes; they were both naked on the inn's bed. He reached out to finger the red marks that marred Sanzo's neck and chest.

Smiling to himself, he moved closer to nuzzle in Sanzo's neck.

Sanzo however pulled him back to steal a kiss from his lips. One could say that Sanzo had learnt his lesson, if it didn't sound so much like an insult.

Never again shall Genjo Sanzo take Son Goku for granted, and never again shall he underestimate the young earth spirit.

Sanzo was sure that Son Goku belonged to him, and he was going to keep it that way.

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A/N : The end! Heheh, I know the last part was 101 corny, but I just couldn't help myself.

Thanks for being here. :)

(gives more chocolate away)