Saiyuki (Goku/Sanzo)
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kinkfestTitle: No bad thing
Author: Kispexi2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral sex, a little angst - and a little sappiness
Word count: 1500 (approx)
Summary: Sanzo loses control.
Prompt: 10 July #49. Saiyuki, Goku/Sanzo: Rough, realistic first time - "Push me away all you want; I'll keep coming back for more."
A/N: I've interpreted the words 'rough' and 'first time' somewhat loosely, I fear. Hope the result is not too far away from what the prompter wanted. *nervous laugh*
NO BAD THING
It was only when he felt the brush of Goku's tongue that Sanzo realized what he was doing - and what he was doing was kissing Goku. Shit! How had that happened? Mere seconds ago, he'd been shaking the idiot by his shoulders and yelling at him for having got himself hurt.
Horrified, Sanzo pulled back. He'd spent all of his adult life avoiding this, especially with Goku.
“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” he demanded, his horror only intensifying at how shaky and breathless the words sounded.
Goku opened unfocused eyes and blinked. His cheeks were flushed and his parted lips invitingly wet. Merciful Buddha! - Sanzo wanted to kiss him again. Wanted so much more than that.
Goku grinned.
“Baka!” he risked, with a chuckle at his own audacity, and his grin grew wider still. “I'm kissin' you. C'n'I do it some more?”
Yes! Sanzo's body screamed. No! the years of keeping everyone at bay countered. What actually came out of Sanzo's mouth - in a deeply weary tone he was rather proud of, given the circumstances - was “Do you have to?”
Goku nodded emphatically.
“Yeah,” he answered, in a voice that was disturbingly deep and husky, “I do.”
He was still smiling but his eyes were serious as he reached up to frame Sanzo's face with his hands.
Sanzo should have stopped him right then and there but he didn't, and pretty soon he was right back to square one again, kissing Goku hard enough to make the monkey whimper and moan, and when Goku pressed his body into Sanzo's, Sanzo pressed back, his fingers tangling in that unruly mop of hair as he struggled not to be overwhelmed by the lust surging through him.
Panting, Goku broke the kiss.
“Sanzo - Sanzo, I wanna-”
He looked down meaningfully at the hand hovering over the buttons on the front of Sanzo's jeans.
Goddamn monkey! Why did he have to keep asking for permission?
Unwilling - unable- to give it, Sanzo dipped his head and growled against Goku's ear, only just managing not to bite it out of sheer frustration.
Goku understood and, in a heartbeat, Sanzo's jeans were unfastened and Goku was crouching down, trying to pull them all the way off. Seeing his bent head had the strangest effect on Sanzo's pulse and something inside him snapped. The next thing he knew, he was gripping Goku's shoulders and forcing him fully onto his knees. When Goku gave a little grunt of surprise, Sanzo cupped a hand around the back of his head and pulled it against his groin and the aching heat of his now rock-hard dick.
Goku looked up, eyebrows raised in query, and Sanzo yanked him closer still.
Goku dropped his head.
And Sanzo stopped breathing.
With no warning or preparation, Goku had taken most of his erection into his mouth and was sucking on it with determination.
As the world swayed and reeled to the sound of Goku's enthusiastic slurping, a small voice at the back of Sanzo's brain declared itself appalled by the monkey's willingness to put absolutely anything into his mouth but immediately it was drowned out by the blood pounding in Sanzo's ears and swept away on an all-consuming wave of bliss. Sanzo had never felt so wanted nor so loved.
Abruptly, Goku pulled back.
“Gotta breathe!” he gasped, smiling sheepishly, and gulped down a few lungfuls of air before returning to his task with a vengeance.
Everything was spinning rapidly out of control and Sanzo was in desperate need of an anchor. He threaded a hand through Goku's hair again, clutching at it tightly as Goku began bobbing his head up and down, sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing as he went. Sanzo's head lolled back. His skin started to tingle and his belly went tight. He was right on the edge and falling ... he needed to thrust ... he ought to warn Goku ...
Too late.
“Bleugh!” Goku spluttered, rocking back on his knees. “Eugh. Huuh.”
Trails of milky white were dribbling from his mouth and, as he coughed and spat, more got smeared across his chin.
Sanzo wanted to die. He'd lost control so thoroughly, he hadn't even been able to speak, let alone stop himself from shooting into Goku's mouth and now the monkey was half-choking. Watching him cough, cough again and wipe his mouth, Sanzo had no idea what to do - although the thought of pressing his Smith and Wesson to his own temple was certainly appealing.
Eventually, Goku began to breathe more easily. He looked up and smiled apologetically.
“Sorry! It jus' happened so quickly, I wasn't expectin' ...” He blushed and gave a helpless shrug. “Sorry.”
“So you damn well should be!” Sanzo barked back. Stupid ape. It was all his fault, after all. Sanzo had spent years reining his feelings for the idiot in. He'd proved that he knew how to behave and, without Goku's provocation, he would never have given in to the wanting. “Get out of here.”
Goku's face fell.
“But ...” he murmured, with a wiggle of his hips that spoke volumes about unsated desire.
“I said get out!” Sanzo yelled, telling himself the bulge in the front of Goku's pants was most certainly not his responsibility. He wanted to be alone, to hide away - from Goku, from himself - and pretend that none of this had happened. “Get out!”
Reluctantly, Goku got to his feet. Bottom lip jutting and sucking dejectedly on a finger, he looked like that lonely, abandoned kid again.
Sanzo's heart clenched.
“Get cleaned up,” he said gruffly, adding as an afterthought the only comforting words he could manage. “Dinner's in an hour.”
Goku nodded sadly, still sucking his forefinger. Then, all of a sudden, he sniffed. At first Sanzo thought he was snivelling but no, he was definitely sniffing - first at the finger he'd been sucking on, then the next, then the palm of his hand. Sanzo went cold. Goku had just wiped his mouth with that hand, wiped it clean of ... A wet, pink tongue came out and flicked across it, sending a thrill up Sanzo's spine as he realized that Goku was tasting him, deliberately tasting him. By the look in his eyes, it was for his own pleasure, not Sanzo's. Sanzo felt his own eyes go wide. How could he? It was sickening, revolting ... wrong!
With a trembling hand, he cuffed the side of Goku's head.
“Stop that! Stop it now.”
Completely uncowed, Goku looked up at him from under his lashes and slowly dragged the point of his tongue up the underside of his middle finger.
Sanzo shuddered.
“You're disgusting,” he croaked.
“You're not,” Goku purred, and smacked his lips.
Sanzo swallowed hard.
“Get out of here before I kill you.”
“Okay,” Goku smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. “But you taste nice, Sanzo, so you can push me away all you want; I'll keep comin' back for more.”
And with that, he licked his finger once again and left the room.
Goddamn monkey, Sanzo cursed as the door closed behind him. But, in the stillness that followed, the sensation of that hungry mouth came back to him and, little by little, Goku's insatiable appetite began to seem like no bad thing. No bad thing at all.
Author: Kispexi2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: oral sex, a little angst - and a little sappiness
Word count: 1500 (approx)
Summary: Sanzo loses control.
Prompt: 10 July #49. Saiyuki, Goku/Sanzo: Rough, realistic first time - "Push me away all you want; I'll keep coming back for more."
A/N: I've interpreted the words 'rough' and 'first time' somewhat loosely, I fear. Hope the result is not too far away from what the prompter wanted. *nervous laugh*
NO BAD THING
It was only when he felt the brush of Goku's tongue that Sanzo realized what he was doing - and what he was doing was kissing Goku. Shit! How had that happened? Mere seconds ago, he'd been shaking the idiot by his shoulders and yelling at him for having got himself hurt.
Horrified, Sanzo pulled back. He'd spent all of his adult life avoiding this, especially with Goku.
“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” he demanded, his horror only intensifying at how shaky and breathless the words sounded.
Goku opened unfocused eyes and blinked. His cheeks were flushed and his parted lips invitingly wet. Merciful Buddha! - Sanzo wanted to kiss him again. Wanted so much more than that.
Goku grinned.
“Baka!” he risked, with a chuckle at his own audacity, and his grin grew wider still. “I'm kissin' you. C'n'I do it some more?”
Yes! Sanzo's body screamed. No! the years of keeping everyone at bay countered. What actually came out of Sanzo's mouth - in a deeply weary tone he was rather proud of, given the circumstances - was “Do you have to?”
Goku nodded emphatically.
“Yeah,” he answered, in a voice that was disturbingly deep and husky, “I do.”
He was still smiling but his eyes were serious as he reached up to frame Sanzo's face with his hands.
Sanzo should have stopped him right then and there but he didn't, and pretty soon he was right back to square one again, kissing Goku hard enough to make the monkey whimper and moan, and when Goku pressed his body into Sanzo's, Sanzo pressed back, his fingers tangling in that unruly mop of hair as he struggled not to be overwhelmed by the lust surging through him.
Panting, Goku broke the kiss.
“Sanzo - Sanzo, I wanna-”
He looked down meaningfully at the hand hovering over the buttons on the front of Sanzo's jeans.
Goddamn monkey! Why did he have to keep asking for permission?
Unwilling - unable- to give it, Sanzo dipped his head and growled against Goku's ear, only just managing not to bite it out of sheer frustration.
Goku understood and, in a heartbeat, Sanzo's jeans were unfastened and Goku was crouching down, trying to pull them all the way off. Seeing his bent head had the strangest effect on Sanzo's pulse and something inside him snapped. The next thing he knew, he was gripping Goku's shoulders and forcing him fully onto his knees. When Goku gave a little grunt of surprise, Sanzo cupped a hand around the back of his head and pulled it against his groin and the aching heat of his now rock-hard dick.
Goku looked up, eyebrows raised in query, and Sanzo yanked him closer still.
Goku dropped his head.
And Sanzo stopped breathing.
With no warning or preparation, Goku had taken most of his erection into his mouth and was sucking on it with determination.
As the world swayed and reeled to the sound of Goku's enthusiastic slurping, a small voice at the back of Sanzo's brain declared itself appalled by the monkey's willingness to put absolutely anything into his mouth but immediately it was drowned out by the blood pounding in Sanzo's ears and swept away on an all-consuming wave of bliss. Sanzo had never felt so wanted nor so loved.
Abruptly, Goku pulled back.
“Gotta breathe!” he gasped, smiling sheepishly, and gulped down a few lungfuls of air before returning to his task with a vengeance.
Everything was spinning rapidly out of control and Sanzo was in desperate need of an anchor. He threaded a hand through Goku's hair again, clutching at it tightly as Goku began bobbing his head up and down, sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing as he went. Sanzo's head lolled back. His skin started to tingle and his belly went tight. He was right on the edge and falling ... he needed to thrust ... he ought to warn Goku ...
Too late.
“Bleugh!” Goku spluttered, rocking back on his knees. “Eugh. Huuh.”
Trails of milky white were dribbling from his mouth and, as he coughed and spat, more got smeared across his chin.
Sanzo wanted to die. He'd lost control so thoroughly, he hadn't even been able to speak, let alone stop himself from shooting into Goku's mouth and now the monkey was half-choking. Watching him cough, cough again and wipe his mouth, Sanzo had no idea what to do - although the thought of pressing his Smith and Wesson to his own temple was certainly appealing.
Eventually, Goku began to breathe more easily. He looked up and smiled apologetically.
“Sorry! It jus' happened so quickly, I wasn't expectin' ...” He blushed and gave a helpless shrug. “Sorry.”
“So you damn well should be!” Sanzo barked back. Stupid ape. It was all his fault, after all. Sanzo had spent years reining his feelings for the idiot in. He'd proved that he knew how to behave and, without Goku's provocation, he would never have given in to the wanting. “Get out of here.”
Goku's face fell.
“But ...” he murmured, with a wiggle of his hips that spoke volumes about unsated desire.
“I said get out!” Sanzo yelled, telling himself the bulge in the front of Goku's pants was most certainly not his responsibility. He wanted to be alone, to hide away - from Goku, from himself - and pretend that none of this had happened. “Get out!”
Reluctantly, Goku got to his feet. Bottom lip jutting and sucking dejectedly on a finger, he looked like that lonely, abandoned kid again.
Sanzo's heart clenched.
“Get cleaned up,” he said gruffly, adding as an afterthought the only comforting words he could manage. “Dinner's in an hour.”
Goku nodded sadly, still sucking his forefinger. Then, all of a sudden, he sniffed. At first Sanzo thought he was snivelling but no, he was definitely sniffing - first at the finger he'd been sucking on, then the next, then the palm of his hand. Sanzo went cold. Goku had just wiped his mouth with that hand, wiped it clean of ... A wet, pink tongue came out and flicked across it, sending a thrill up Sanzo's spine as he realized that Goku was tasting him, deliberately tasting him. By the look in his eyes, it was for his own pleasure, not Sanzo's. Sanzo felt his own eyes go wide. How could he? It was sickening, revolting ... wrong!
With a trembling hand, he cuffed the side of Goku's head.
“Stop that! Stop it now.”
Completely uncowed, Goku looked up at him from under his lashes and slowly dragged the point of his tongue up the underside of his middle finger.
Sanzo shuddered.
“You're disgusting,” he croaked.
“You're not,” Goku purred, and smacked his lips.
Sanzo swallowed hard.
“Get out of here before I kill you.”
“Okay,” Goku smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. “But you taste nice, Sanzo, so you can push me away all you want; I'll keep comin' back for more.”
And with that, he licked his finger once again and left the room.
Goddamn monkey, Sanzo cursed as the door closed behind him. But, in the stillness that followed, the sensation of that hungry mouth came back to him and, little by little, Goku's insatiable appetite began to seem like no bad thing. No bad thing at all.
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Date: 2007-07-10 09:51 am (UTC)Hee! Great job. Goku's optimism and enthusiasm is going to prevail in the long run. Sanzo will just have to lie back and take it. :-)
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Date: 2007-07-10 12:15 pm (UTC)And kudos for making the quote work seamlessly, great job!
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Date: 2007-07-10 12:51 pm (UTC)As for the quote - well, I'm just so literal sometimes! I guess I'm kind of like Goku ... when I'm not being grouchy like Sanzo! *g*
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Date: 2007-07-10 12:50 pm (UTC)I have to say a big happy "DITTO!" to
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