Title: Taking Turns
Author: Kirathaune
LJ: http://kirathaune.livejournal.com/
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Goku/Sanzo
Rating/Warning: NC-17
Summary:
Monkeys are curious creatures, and Sanzo's monkey is no different.
Disclaimers: This is just to satisfy our pr0n cravings - no profit made
whatsoever.
Notes: Happy 9/3 Day! 3,300 words.
Sanzo shifted in his seat and stared at the unchanging scenery as Jeep took
them down a perfectly straight, perfectly flat, fucking boring stretch
of road. Hakkai was pleased, since with this kind of road he was content to let
Jeep handle most of the driving. They would make good time, and there was the
promise of a town by nightfall.
But there was pretty much nothing to look at, unless you were into fields of
undulating prairie grass that stretched as far as the eye could see. Sanzo was
not particularly interested in that kind of field, but it beat looking anywhere
else. Not being much of a conversationalist, he mostly kept to his thoughts,
and grunted appropriately when Hakkai would address him. Most days he could
occupy himself this way for hours, but today the monotony was sending his mind
in directions it normally did not travel.
Boring thoughts. Idle thoughts.
Dangerous, absurd thoughts. Like the one that had been niggling at the back of
his caffeine-deprived mind for the last couple of weeks. The one that whispered
to Sanzo that maybe, just maybe, he was missing out by not letting the monkey
fuck him.
It was an absurd thought, to be sure, but sometimes absurd thoughts managed to
wriggle around and turn into perfectly reasonable thoughts.
Like the whole idea of being intimate with Goku - or anyone - in the first
place. Five years ago, if anyone had suggested to Sanzo that sex was an
eminently worthwhile pastime, he would have shot them - he had, in fact, shot
several people who had made that unfortunate suggestion. Then the monkey turned
eighteen, and started maturing in both mind and body. Sanzo then found
himself thinking about sex and trying not to think about sex with the
monkey - that had to be right up there at the very pinnacle of Absurd.
Sanzo had managed to cling to that absurdity for a good two years. Right up
until six months ago, when Goku came to a conclusion that sex seemed to be
something worth checking out, and wanted to check it out with Sanzo. A hot,
hungry mouth and equally hungry hands had snapped his self-control, and Sanzo
had taken Goku that night with a passion he hadn't thought himself capable of,
and neither one of them had cared that they didn't have a clue what they were
doing.
So now, regularly fucking the monkey into the mattress - or sleeping bag, or
whatever horizontal surface happened to be handy - wasn't an absurd thought at
all. It was perfectly reasonable, pleasurable and something he looked forward
to doing at every opportunity.
His mind, needing a new absurd thought, had recently proffered this new lunacy.
And it was lunacy - hadn't he killed a man for attempting to violate
him? Hadn't he shot at countless others who had made their desires known? It
was ridiculous. But every now and then - especially when Goku would practically
lift himself off the bed and loudly moan, "Oh, YES!
Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopohrightTHERE!
Sanzo frowned and dug in his sleeve for his cigarettes. He lit one and inhaled
deeply, ignoring Hakkai's disapproving sniff, and returned to his disinterested
survey of his surroundings.
It was all the monkey's fault, making him think these stupid things.
Goddamn monkey.
And what was just too fucking ironic was that Sanzo was now thinking these
stupid things after Goku had made his one and only attempt to be the one
doing the fucking. A spectacularly unsuccessful attempt.
It wasn't like Sanzo had established any "who's fucking who" rules.
It probably hadn't happened earlier because Goku was simply enjoying himself
too much. That, and getting used to their transition from being
guardian/ward/keeper/monkey/whatever the fuck they were to being lovers. But it
was a known fact that monkeys are curious creatures, and his monkey was no
different. Sanzo's unfortunate reaction to that curiosity had landed him in his
present situation - where he now actually wanted to be fucked (at least
once, anyway), but Goku was now too intimidated to do so. And Sanzo couldn't
blame him, really.
Not after the Ankle Incident.
Goku ducked under the covers, his mouth seeking out every sensitive spot on
Sanzo's body, all the way down to a surprisingly erogenous area on the arches
of Sanzo's feet. "Mmmm, Sanzo, let's do it again," he murmured as he
started kissing his way back up, lingering at the inside of Sanzo's knee.
"Give me a minute, monkey," Sanzo closed his eyes at the feel of
Goku's tongue swiping along his thigh. "I don't recharge as quickly as
you, you horny little shit."
Goku poked his head out from under the sheets and grinned. "That's okay,
we can just make it my turn," he laughed. "I wanna find out what it
feels like to be inside ya - an' I wanna make ya feel as good as ya make me
feel." Goku ran his hand down Sanzo's leg and gave a playful tug on
Sanzo's ankle.
Sanzo's mind suddenly flashed back to a rougher hand grabbing his
thirteen-year-old ankle, and his world went red.
"Sanzo?!" A frightened squeak stopped his finger on the trigger. The
red haze dissipated, and Sanzo was horrified to see that he had his gun cocked
and digging into Goku's forehead. The monkey's eyes were impossibly wide, and
there was hurt and fear in their golden depths.
Fear. Goku had never been afraid of him. Sanzo had pointed that gun at him
countless times, had threatened him countless times, but not like this. He put
the gun on the nightstand and held his hand out to Goku. The monkey ignored his
hand and backed off, scrambling over to the other bed.
He'd had to explain then, had to tell Goku about that day on the mountain, four
days out of Kinzan temple. He'd never told anyone about the attempted rape
before, and while understanding had replaced the hurt in Goku's eyes, the
monkey wouldn't come near him for the rest of the night. Or the rest of the
week.
Even after he'd returned to Sanzo's bed it had taken two more weeks before Goku
would initiate an intimate encounter between them again, and Sanzo found
himself missing the monkey's earlier abandon. Goku's new reticence was annoying
as hell - he rather liked having Goku start things, liked to feel Goku's mouth
and hands explore his body and slowly rouse him to a state of hot, aching want.
Now Goku was careful when he touched Sanzo, and it was pissing him off.
Sanzo didn't want careful. He wanted those eager, hungry hands back.
The whole situation was a pain in the ass. And of course now he couldn't stop
thinking about it.
Jeep hit a bump, and as they were jostled a loud snore arose from the source of
Sanzo's dangerous, absurd, lunatic thoughts. Sanzo huffed quietly and glanced
in the rear-view mirror, where he saw Goku sprawled in the back seat, napping.
His gaze was drawn to a section of taut golden-tan stomach that was exposed
where Goku's shirt had ridden up, and he felt a stirring of arousal as he
watched lean muscles stretch and and contract with Goku's steady breathing. The
heat in Sanzo's groin increased as he imagined watching those same muscles flex
while Goku's naked body moved above Sanzo's, driving into him with a slow,
relentless rhythm. He wondered what would it feel like, to have the monkey's
hard, thick-
"-Sanzo? What do you think?"
Sanzo started, and tore his gaze from the mirror to blink at Hakkai.
"What?"
Hakkai raised an eyebrow. "I was asking you if you wanted to stop at the
next town for the night. I know it's only late afternoon, but we wouldn't reach
the town after that for another day. I know you're not fond of camping out,
especially since we had to sleep outdoors last night." Hakkai flicked a
quick glance at Sanzo's face. "Are you all right, Sanzo? You look a bit flushed."
Yeah, he was flushed, all right. He was hard, too. Sanzo scowled at Hakkai.
"I'm fine," he replied tersely. "We'll stop at the next
town."
He returned his attention back to the rear-view mirror, but Goku had shifted in
his seat and was now curled up on his side, still sleeping.
Goddamn monkey.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
They reached the town without incident, and booked the usual set of two rooms
in a usual-looking inn. Sanzo went through his usual routine, assigning Goku to
bunk with Gojyo, and the monkey did what he was supposed to do - complain
loudly and obnoxiously until Hakkai volunteered to switch. Sanzo made a mental
note to give Goku new material for his bit, since he was starting to sound like
he had the lines memorized - which he did, actually, even though he did a
decent job of ad-libbing. But Sanzo noticed that Hakkai had a
"didn't-I-hear-that-somewhere-before"
Of course, it was entirely possible that Hakkai was playing them and
wanted to bunk with the pervert kappa, he was a sneaky bastard that way.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
"Man, that was really good! I mean, Hakkai's a good cook an' all, but that
old lady in the kitchen is awesome! Sanzo, can we have her pack us stuff ta
take with us tomorrow?" Goku bounced into their room and flung himself
onto the nearest bed, where he started untying his boots.
Sanzo grunted in response. He got toiletries out of his duffel and as he headed
toward the bathroom he stopped and handed Goku a slip of paper. "Here. You
need to have newer excuses for not wanting to share a room with the kappa,
you're repeating yourself."
Goku took the paper, nodding. "Yeah, Hakkai gave me a funny look. I had a
really good idea, though."
Sanzo raised an eyebrow.
"Nightmares," Goku said, leaning back on his elbows. He grinned.
"I'll have nightmares an' they won't wanna share with me."
Sanzo shook his head. "Tch. Just keep it simple, moron." He headed
into the bathroom to take his shower.
When he came out, Goku went in for his shower. Sanzo grimaced at the monkey's
off-key singing while he dried his hair and settled into bed. He managed to get
one section of his newspaper read by the time Goku emerged from his shower,
towel slung low around his hips while he dried his hair with another towel.
Sanzo glanced over the edge of the paper, watching the way Goku's muscles
shifted under the expanse of bronzed, naked skin as he dried himself. Sanzo's
mind flashed back to earlier in the afternoon when he had watched Goku, and that
hot, tight knot of arousal returned with a vengeance. The thoughts came back
too. The dangerous ones. Sanzo set the newspaper and his reading glasses on the
nightstand. "Get your ass over here," he growled.
Goku grinned and finished drying his hair, then he draped the towel on the
back of one of the chairs. He still wore the other towel, and when he walked
over to the bed Sanzo noticed the beginnings of a generous erection outlined
beneath the plush white fabric. Goku dropped the towel to the floor and slid
under the sheets, scooting up close to Sanzo and pressing up against him.
"Sanzo," he breathed, and Sanzo groaned as Goku's hands landed on his
body and began to slowly roam.
Now that's more like it. Sanzo slid a hand behind the nape of Goku's neck
and pulled him close for a deep kiss.
Goku hummed appreciatively. "Mmmm, yeah," he murmured, and he lifted
his chin to nip at Sanzo's jaw. Sanzo tilted his head back to allow Goku better
access to his throat.
What the hell, Sanzo thought. Now's as good a time as any.
"Fuck me," he murmured into Goku's ear, giving the lobe a nip.
Goku pulled his head back and stared at him. "Wha-?"
"You heard me."
A hungry spark ignited in Goku's eyes, but his gaze was wary. "Yeah, but
the one time I tried ta touch ya like that ya almost shot me! For real!"
Sanzo rolled his eyes. "I explained that. Just don't grab my ankle,
moron." He bent his head to lick along Goku's collarbone.
Goku shivered at the touch. "I dunno, Sanzo..."
Damn it. The monkey wanted to, Sanzo could see it in his eyes, could see
the way Goku's hands almost reached out to him before that goddamn fear pulled
them back. Sanzo sighed, and then he reached under his pillow and retrieved his
gun. Taking Goku's hand, he placed the weapon in it.
Gold eyes went wide, staring at the gun, then at Sanzo, and Sanzo watched with
satisfaction as those eyes began to darken. Goku reached over and put the gun
in the nightstand drawer, and at the same time he grabbed the tube of lubricant
that Sanzo had put there. When his eyes met Sanzo's again there was a gleam in
their dark depths that was almost... predatory.
The monkey was still nervous, though, and his trembling hands dropped the small
tube three times while he attempted to unscrew the cap.
Sanzo's hand closed over Goku's shaking fingers. "Goku. It's not a test.
Just do what I've done to you."
It was a known fact that monkeys are excellent mimics, and his monkey was no
different. Goku's mouth was hot and hungry on his body, running a trail of
kisses along Sanzo's collarbone, dipping into the notches of his sternum before
gliding over to lap at a nipple. Sanzo hissed as Goku's teeth teased the
sensitive nub, and when Goku's mouth moved lower and closed over his dick Sanzo
hardly noticed that fingers had slipped inside him, stretching him, finding
that spot inside him that brought his hips up off the bed.
Then Goku was slowly pushing into him, and while it burned at first the
discomfort was forgotten while Sanzo watched the monkey's face, watched his
eyelids flutter shut at the pleasure Sanzo knew he was feeling. Pleasure that,
surprisingly, he was soon feeling too.
Goku's hips were now against his, stilled as Goku panted and struggled for
control of himself. "Oh, wow... S-Sanzo, wow..."
Sanzo smirked. He knew just how that felt, and it was a rush to know that if he
moved right now it would knock Goku right over the edge. Not that he wanted the
monkey to finish that quickly. Sanzo gave him a few more moments then growled,
"Move, goddammit."
Goku moved.
Oh, yeah, definitely worth checking out. Sanzo groaned while his
afternoon fantasy become reality - Goku's muscles flexed under glistening,
sweaty skin while Goku moved inside him with a steady, forceful rhythm. Goku
made almost the same noises he did when he was getting fucked, little gasps and
moans that spilled out of his mouth with each thrust of his hips. The monkey's
eyes were squeezed tightly shut, concentrating on getting everything right.
And he did get it right. Sanzo felt no pain - only pleasure, and he forgot
about feeling vulnerable, almost forgot how awkward it was to be bent almost in
half. He fixed that by wrapping his legs around Goku's slender frame, and the
change in his position suddenly introduced him to his prostate.
Holy fuck. A moan escaped him then, and Sanzo's back arched up off the
bed. fuckfuckfuckfuckRIGHTTHERE!
"Monkey, if you stop now I will fucking kill you," he panted into the
mouth that hovered above his.
"Nngh- no way... f-feels too good," Goku replied shakily, and their
mouths met in a messy tangle of lips, tongues and teeth.
Sanzo couldn't agree more. Each thrust sent jolts running through his
body, almost like an electrical current, and Sanzo found himself bucking
his hips in response, bringing Goku deeper inside him. He urged Goku on, harder,
faster.
Goku's hand slipped between their bodies to grasp his aching erection. Sanzo's
eyes flew open - that was a flagrant breach of his "the monkey always
comes first" rule, but before he could protest Goku's hand was stroking
and pulling and Sanzo was drawn relentlessly toward his climax. He groaned as
his orgasm rose and thundered through his body, and his release spurted over
Goku's fingers and made their thrusting bodies suddenly slick.
Goku made a strangled noise, then gave a final thrust and shuddered against
Sanzo. Through the haze of his pleasure Sanzo felt a bloom of warmth deep in
his belly while the monkey moaned and babbled Sanzo's name. Goku collapsed
against him, and for a few moments they were still, no sounds around them
except for their ragged breathing.
"Get off, you're fucking heavy." Sanzo gave a halfhearted shove
against Goku's shoulder. Goku carefully eased out of Sanzo and flopped onto his
back.
"That," Goku declared, "was awesome." He rolled onto
his side and propped himself up on an elbow, looking at Sanzo worriedly.
"It was okay? Did it feel good?"
Fuck yeah, it felt good, Sanzo reflected. Definitely worth doing
again. "It was all right." He reached over to the nightstand for
his cigarettes, wincing a little as his muscles complained. He snagged the
towel off the floor and wiped himself down before returning to lie on his back.
Goku snorted. "'All right', he says. You made noise. I think ya liked
it." He dipped his head down to capture Sanzo's mouth in a slow kiss.
He had made noise, more than he had intended.
Goddamn monkey.
Sanzo decided not to offer a denial. He returned the kiss, lazily exploring
Goku's mouth until they needed air.
"I liked it," Goku said when they could breathe again. "I liked
it a lot, almost as much as when you fuck me."
"'Almost'?" Sanzo lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. He raised an
eyebrow at Goku.
"Well," Goku admitted with a blush, "I really, really like the
way you do it. But this felt really good too - can we maybe do it this way
sometimes?"
Fuck, yeah. "I suppose so," Sanzo agreed casually.
Goku's face lit up. "Cool!" He lay back down next to Sanzo, tucking
his head under Sanzo's chin. "It'll be fun ta take turns once in a
while."
Sanzo could feel the idiot's grin against his skin. It was perfectly reasonable
idea. Not absurd at all. An idea that opened up all kinds of new, pleasurable
opportunities. For it was a known fact that monkeys are adventurous creatures,
and his monkey was no different.
He threaded his fingers through soft, spiky brown hair. "Just watch the
ankles, monkey
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