Title: Without
Thinking
Author: Kirathaune
LJ: http://kirathaune.livejournal.com/
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sanzo/Goku
Rating/Warning: NC-17
Summary: It's hard to remember about being discreet when your lover
has ice cream on their face, but Sanzo makes sure Goku
won't forget again.
Disclaimers: This is just to satisfy our pr0n cravings - no profit made
whatsoever.
Notes: This is a birthday gift for my lovely friend kispexi2 - her prompt was
"Public display of affection". Happy Birthday, Kis! 2,600 words.
"Sanzo?" Goku pounded on the door again.
"C'mon Sanzo... let me in! This is my room too."
Silence.
"Don't be mad, Sanzo." Goku leaned his forehead against the door, his
hand splayed on the worn wood. "I didn't mean to! It was an
accident!"
Silence.
Goku huffed in frustration and slid down to sit on the floor, his back against
the door frame. "You're not gonna make me sleep
out here all night, are ya? Sanzoooo...
it's not fair! It was by accident, an' it was just a little kiss..."
The door was suddenly yanked open behind him. WHACK! The fan came
crashing down on Goku's head. "You licked ice cream off
my face," Sanzo hissed, "in the middle of the fucking
restaurant."
Goku raised his arms above his head to ward off future attacks. "I
know, but I didn't really mean ta do it! It's
just... well, it was chocolate ice cream, an' it reminded me of
that night last week when ya let me put chocolate
sauce on ya." In spite of himself he grinned at
the memory, then quickly remembered that there
was an angry monk hovering over him. A shirtless, incredibly sexy angry monk,
but the "angry" part was more important right now. "I just kinda did it without thinkin'."
Sanzo glowered at him. "Do you ever think, moron? You don't do that
shit in public. You especially don't do that shit in front of the
kappa."
As if summoned, further down the hallway the door to Gojyo's and Hakkai's room
opened and their companions peeked around their doorway. "Is everything
all right, Sanzo? Goku, what are you doing on the floor?" Hakkai's gaze
flicked down at Goku and then back to look questioningly at Sanzo.
"Ha ha! Look, 'Kai - he
put his pet monkey out." Gojyo leered at Sanzo. "What's the
matter, Sanzo-sama, he miss a spot? Did he forget the
whipped cream?"
A section of the door frame splintered inches away from Gojyo's face as a
bullet winged past him to embed itself in the wood. "Oi! Shitty monk, you took a chunk of my hair with
that!"
Sanzo ignored him. He grabbed Goku's shirt collar and dragged the
teen into their room, slamming the door shut behind them. Yanking Goku to
his feet, Sanzo pushed him against the wall and snarled, "See? See
what you did? I'm never going to hear the end of this shit!"
This isn't good - he's really mad, Goku thought, and hung his head.
"M'sorry, Sanzo."
"Hmmpf." Sanzo's hand gripped his
chin tightly, forcing him to look up and meet the monk's frustrated gaze.
A callused thumb brushed roughly across Goku's lips. "Goku," Sanzo
said in a quiet, strained voice, "don't make me regret ...doing
this."
Goku's heart skipped a beat. Regret? Regret being lovers? NoNoNoNoNo! He had to fix this, fast.
"Sanzo... I know I was stupid," he admitted, "An' I'll be
real careful - I won't do it again, I promise." Goku
brought his hands up to rest on Sanzo's bare chest. "I don't ever
want ya to regret bein'
with me," he whispered, and he slid his hands over Sanzo's smooth, pale
skin. Sanzo drew a sharp, hissing breath. Goku repeated the caress, reveling in the physical reactions his touch was
causing as nipples hardened beneath his fingertips, heartbeats became
quicker and violet eyes began to dilate. Sanzo responding to him like
this gave Goku more of a rush than any battle could - it was
even better than food. His own breathing quickened as arousal began to
curl low and tight in his groin.
The hand that gripped his chin moved down to clasp his throat, and Goku
could feel his pulse throbbing against Sanzo's thumb. Blond eyebrows were still
drawn together in a frown, but the eyes beneath them were now dark and
predatory. "What am I going to do with you?" Sanzo murmured.
"Ummm... fuck me?" Goku took a chance on a
small, hopeful smile. It looked like his gamble paid off, for he saw a corner
of Sanzo's mouth struggle unsuccessfully to maintain its frown.
A small snort escaped the monk's lips. "Cheeky
monkey." Sanzo pulled Goku away from the wall and shoved him,
sending the teen sprawling onto the bed. Goku wasted no time - he had his
shirt off and thrown halfway across the room and was kicking off his pants
by the time Sanzo had retrieved a bottle of oil from his duffel
bag and stood next to him by the bed. "You're an impatient
little shit, aren't you?"
Goku grinned and watched avidly while Sanzo unfastened his
jeans. Another thrill coursed through him when he saw the
generous erection that was revealed when Sanzo pushed his jeans down and
off. He had gotten Sanzo hard. This was for him. There
was no way he was going to risk messing this up again.
Sanzo knelt on the bed and kept his eyes locked with Goku's
while he poured a liberal amount of oil onto his fingers. Goku shivered
with anticipation as Sanzo leaned over and took his mouth with a hard,
bruising kiss. "No more chocolate sauce," Sanzo growled against
Goku's throat, and Goku moaned when Sanzo licked along his shoulder
and bit down. He moaned again when Sanzo pushed an oil-slicked finger inside
him.
"Ngh... b-but ya liked
it..."
A second finger joined the first. "No more."
Sanzo nipped at his collarbone. "Not until you learn to keep your
fucking mouth to yourself when we're in public." Sanzo kissed him again,
this time slower, deeper. Goku sucked on Sanzo's invading tongue while
he tangled his fingers in soft blond hair.
A third finger now, thrusting, stretching, and Goku writhed with
pleasure. It felt so good... but he wanted more. Now.
He broke off the kiss, panting, "Aaah...
Sanzo, hurry..."
Sanzo removed his fingers, then moved between Goku's legs and quickly
slicked his cock with the remaining oil. He groaned as he entered Goku in
a single deep thrust.
"Oh, yessssssss," Goku breathed, and he
canted up his hips to bring Sanzo deeper inside him, eliciting another groan.
As much as Goku enjoyed slow, leisurely lovemaking, he loved it when
Sanzo was impatient and just fucked him into the mattress. Or the floor. Or the table.
Like right now - Sanzo was driving hard into his body, pulling
almost completely out and then slamming back in. Goku eagerly matched the
monk's relentless rhythm, wrapping his legs around Sanzo's waist and bucking
his hips in response to every thrust. Oh, yeah - right now was a
hard, fast fuck, and it was awesome.
The only downside to a hard, fast fuck (however awesome) was that it was...
well, fast. The delicious twin frictions of Sanzo's cock pounding
inside him and Sanzo's stomach rubbing against his
dick were rapidly bringing Goku closer and closer to the
edge of orgasm. He tried to cling to that edge, to draw the pleasure
out as long as possible, but when Sanzo's thrusts became erratic Goku
finally let go and followed Sanzo into a roaring, pounding
climax. Goku wailed Sanzo's name into the monk's mouth as he came,
his release spreading hot and slick between them. Sanzo
took that wail and returned a low, throaty groan, and Goku felt
heat bloom in his belly when Sanzo came deep
inside him. Their kisses slowed, and their tongues
continued to lazily thrust and roll against each other's long after their
bodies stilled.
Their lungs eventually demanded air, and Goku was the first to pull his
mouth away. "D-don't ever regret this, Sanzo, please," Goku whispered
against damp blond locks, trying to catch his breath. "This feels waaaay too g-good to regret..."
"Mmmmf," was Sanzo's reply, his breath warm
and damp on Goku's neck. He slowly pulled out of Goku and laid down on his back, flinging an arm up across his
eyes.
Goku took a few moments to feast on the sight of a sex-tousled Sanzo,
then left the bed and headed for the bathroom to clean
up. When he came out he saw that Sanzo had rolled onto his side and was
facing the wall. Goku handed him a washcloth, then slid under the covers
and curled up against Sanzo's back, pressing a kiss between Sanzo's
shoulder blades. "Sanzo?" he whispered. "Are we okay?" Please
say yes.
"Tch. Don't ask stupid
questions."
Not exactly yes, but in Sanzo-speak that was actually a
pretty good response. Goku was immensely relieved. "I
just-" I just wanna make sure,
'cause it's important.
"Go to sleep, monkey."
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Goku hummed to himself as he bounded toward the inn's dining room. He felt
great! Awesome sex and a good night's sleep had made him more than ready for
breakfast. He beamed at Sanzo when he plopped into the chair next to the monk, who had already finished his
meal and was well into the morning's newspaper.
"Hey, Monkey-boy, you're awfully chipper this morning for someone who
almost spent the night in the hallway." Gojyo poked Goku in the ribs.
Goku flipped him a rude gesture and ordered his food, then watched Sanzo as the
monk got up to get another cup of coffee. He frowned. Sanzo didn't usually do
that - he almost always made someone else get stuff for him. Maybe Sanzo was in
a good mood too. Sanzo set his mug down on the table and then moved to
stand behind Goku's chair. Goku was turning his head to ask Sanzo what he was
doing when the monk suddenly whipped a black silk sash out of his sleeve and
yanked Goku's arms behind his chair, tying them securely with the sash.
"Sanzo!" Goku squeaked. "What're ya doin'?"
Sanzo sat back down in his chair and retrieved his newspaper, ignoring
Goku's outburst as well as Hakkai's gasp of surprise. He pulled his gun out of
his sleeve and carefully set it on the table, eyeing Gojyo as he did so.
"S-Sanzo?"
"I'm sorry, I did that without thinking," the monk calmly
replied. He fished out his reading glasses, snapped open the newspaper and
took a sip of coffee. "It was an accident."
Gojyo burst out laughing. "Looks like His Pissiness
is enjoying a little revenge, chimp!" He leaned
over to inspect Goku's bound hands. "Nicely done, Sanzo-sama... I had
no idea you were this freaky."
A gloved hand came out from behind the newspaper to rest on the gun. Gojyo
shut his mouth and went back to his breakfast, muttering about people not
being able to take jokes. Hakkai just shook his head and continued eating.
Goku wished the floor would just open up and swallow him. He was blushing so
bad it hurt - even his ears were blushing. How could Sanzo do this
to him? This was humiliating.
Oh. Sanzo must have been embarrassed like this last night when
Goku licked his face. Goku's anger evaporated.
"Here's your breakfast, young man - oh my!" The waitress almost
dropped the plates in surprise as she noticed Goku's tied hands.
"Go ahead and set the plates down," said Sanzo from behind the
newspaper. "And I need more coffee."
The food smelled wonderful, and Goku's mouth was watering. "Sanzo?
I get it, an' m'sorry. Can ya
please untie me now?"
There was a rustle as Sanzo turned the page. "You'll have to re-phrase
your request." He lowered the newspaper enough to give Goku a long
look, and then raised it again.
Re-phrase? What the-
Oh.
Sanzo was testing him, Goku realized. Sanzo had tied up Goku's hands
before, but the other times had been in their room, in bed. And suddenly Goku
knew Sanzo wasn't going to untie him unless he said the special word
they had picked when they had started playing around with the black
silk sash. But Goku also knew if he said that word right now, in
front of anyone else, he was dead meat. Even worse, after what
happened last night, Sanzo might even decide to end things between them!
Goku was NOT going to let that happen - he'd worked too hard and broken through
too many walls to lose Sanzo because of his own stupidity.
So he kept his mouth shut and studiously ignored the curious looks the
kappa was giving him.
Gojyo shook his head. "I don't know what's going on with you, monkey,
but if you're not going to beg His Holiness to untie you, I'll just have
myself a little extra breakfast!" He reached over with his chopsticks
and took three of Goku's spring rolls.
"Stinkin' kappa," Goku growled. This
sucked. His arms were starting to ache from being pulled behind him, but that
wasn't his only discomfort... the feel of the silk on his wrists and the
knowledge that it was That Sash was making him hard. He scooted his chair
closer to the table in an attempt to hide the growing bulge in his jeans.
Guh.
"Oi, Goku! Pass me the hoisin
sauce, will ya? Oh, that's right, you're a little
tied up right now," Gojyo snagged not only the sauce
bottle but two more spring rolls off of Goku's plate.
Goku stared balefully at the kappa, wishing Gojyo would choke on the
spring rolls he had just popped into his mouth.
"Now, Gojyo, you shouldn't tease poor Goku like that." Hakkai tidied
his now empty plates and turned to Sanzo. "Sanzo?
Since the market was closed when we arrived yesterday I will need to run out
for some supplies before we leave. It's necessary, I'm afraid."
Sanzo's hand appeared from behind the newspaper, the gold card held
between his fingers. "Whatever. Get me another carton of cigarettes while
you're out."
Hakkai took the proffered card. "Thank you, Sanzo. I
shouldn't be more than an hour, especially if I have some help." He turned
to Goku. "Goku, since you are-"
"Tied up," snorted the kappa.
"-otherwise occupied," Hakkai continued with a
you-are-so-in-trouble-now look at Gojyo, "Gojyo will come with me
and I will leave you to Sanzo's, ah, tender mercies. Gojyo?
Now, please." Hakkai's expression brooked no delay, so Gojyo ruffled
Goku's hair, stole the last spring roll and followed the healer out
the door.
Goku shifted uncomfortably in his chair and looked mournfully at the meager remains of his now-cold breakfast. "C'mon,
Sanzo, they're gone now - untie me, please?"
Sanzo turned a page. "That's not what I'm waiting to hear."
"I can say it now?" Goku looked around and saw that the dining room
was empty now, save for one of the kitchen help who was wiping down the tables.
Sanzo looked over his newspaper and smirked. "You're learning. All right,
go ahead."
Goku eyed the monk steadily. "Apples."
Sanzo folded his newspaper and tucked it inside his sleeve, along with his
reading glasses. In one fluid movement he stood up and reached behind
Goku's chair to undo the slipknot on the sash. Sanzo then leaned
close to Goku and murmured, "Get your ass back up to our room. Now. We've only got an hour." He brushed past the
teen and headed toward the stairs.
Goku hopped up out of the chair, stopping for a moment to quickly stretch
the kinks out of his sore shoulders. He was about to leave the table
and follow Sanzo when the bottle of hoisin sauce
caught his eye.
Oooh.
He reached his hand out toward the bottle.
"Don't even THINK about it, monkey."
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