Saiyuki (Sanzo/Goku)

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Title: Hush
Author/Artist: Kispexi2
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Kazuya Minekura's SAIYUKI
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku
Word count: approx 3000
Summary: Sanzo's attempt at scaring Goku off backfires
Prompt: 21 JULY 2007 - #43: Saiyuki, Sanzo/Goku: First time - Goku needs sex ed lessons. Sanzo gets to be teacher.
Notes: It's the evening after the final battle ...




HUSH

Goku stood under the shower, watching the blood and dirt of battle swirl about his feet for what might well be the last time.

He ought to be happy.

He turned off the water and dried himself briskly, scrubbing hard at his wet hair. Even so, his sharp ears were still picking up the noises coming from down the hallway. Hakkai and Gojyo were celebrating the victory of Gyumaoh the way they'd celebrated every other triumph leading up to it. They were lucky - nothing ever seemed to change between them. They'd chosen each other. For better, for worse ... for life. Now that the journey was over, they'd just pack up their things and go home. Together.

Goku envied them.

He pulled on clean clothes and stepped out into the corridor. The route back to his room took him past Sanzo's door and he couldn't help but linger outside of it. Was Sanzo happy now, he wondered. Did he feel as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders? Would he return to the temple? Would he ... would he take Goku with him?

As Goku stood worrying about the future, the door in front of him suddenly opened and there was Sanzo, clean-shaven and dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans. He looked younger than he had in ages and so handsome that Goku's heart skipped a beat.

He also looked really pissed.

“What is it now?” he demanded, fixing Goku with a glare.

Goku frowned.

“What's what?”

“Come off it,” Sanzo sighed, beckoning Goku into his room. “You were calling again. And in the same goddamn voice too.”

“I was?” Goku asked, bewildered.

“You were,” Sanzo confirmed and closed the door. “So what is it this time?”

Goku didn't think he'd been calling, but now he wasn't so sure. It was always hard to think when Sanzo looked at him that way - like he was expecting something.

“I-I ... “ Goku faltered, then promptly clammed up.

“Spit it out, monkey,” Sanzo insisted. “It's late and I could use some sleep.”

“I-I ... I want us to be like Hakkai an' Gojyo,” Goku finally blurted out.

Sanzo snorted.

“A neat freak and a pervert, you mean?”

Goku felt his cheeks burn.

“No! I meant I want us to have sex!”

Crap! What the heck had he said that for?! Sanzo was going to kill him.

Goku screwed his eyes tightly shut and waited for the inevitable thwap of the fan. Seconds ticked by, heavy with menace, until Goku could stand it no more. He cracked open an eyelid to find Sanzo staring at him.

“Sex?” the priest sneered. “D'you even know what that means?”

Goku felt like he used to years ago when Hakkai quizzed him on his homework. Like he almost knew the answer but not quite.

“Sort of,” he mumbled, dropping his gaze to the floor and twisting his hands.

“Well?” Sanzo tapped an impatient foot. “Let's hear it.”

Goku squirmed.

“It means ... kissin' an' touchin' an' ... an' takin' our clothes off an' ...”

Sanzo snatched his downcast chin and jerked it up so that their eyes met.

“It means my dick in your ass, dimwit. Is that what you want?”

“Yes! No! Maybe... I dunno.” Goku shook his head in confusion.

With a contemptuous sigh, Sanzo turned his back and took a tumbler of sake from the sideboard. His hand trembled a little as he lifted it to his lips. Goku reckoned that was probably down to suppressed rage and he took a wary couple of steps back. He couldn't see Sanzo's harisen anywhere, but since when had that meant he wasn't going to get hit with it?

He wasn't trying to be annoying - it was just that simply being near Sanzo made him hard and achy. He wanted to kiss him so much, wanted to feel that beautiful, ivory skin against his own so badly that he'd do anything. Anything.

“Would it hurt?”

Sanzo's head snapped round.

“Would what hurt?”

Goku chewed his lip and shuffled his feet.

“Well, I didn't think things were supposed to go in, you know-” he made a vague hand gesture - “there. Wouldn't it hurt?”

Sanzo rolled his eyes.

“What do you think, idiot?”

“Oh.”

Goku fell silent again. So that was why Gojyo made those noises whenever he and Hakkai were celebrating; Hakkai was hurting him. But why would Gojyo let him do that? As Goku scratched the back of his head, pondering the question, his fingers brushed the slight bump raised by a blow from Sanzo's fan earlier in the day and the answer came to him in a flash. Of course! It was just like with him and Sanzo. Gojyo put up with it because he loved Hakkai and wanted to make him happy.

Goku took a deep breath.

“Okaaay,” he said slowly.

“Hey, you asked!” Sanzo protested. “Don't go blaming me if it's not what you wanted to hear.”

Goku was so nervous, it took him a second or two to realize that Sanzo hadn't understood.

“No, I'm not blamin' you,” he explained, moving a little closer again. “I meant okay. If that's what you want, I don't mind.”

Sanzo's eyes widened. He had lovely eyes. Goku could look into them forever.

“What the fuck are you talking about, monkey?”

He had a lovely mouth too - even when he was using it to curse. Goku stretched up on tiptoe and brushed his lips against it.

“It's okay if it hurts, Sanzo, cuz I'm strong an' I heal quick. An' ... I want you to be happy.”

Sanzo said nothing, just stared open-mouthed until Goku had to look away, feeling every bit the stupid monkey Sanzo called him. Whatever had made him think he could make Sanzo happy that way? Why the heck had he kissed him? He ought to apologize and go back to his own room. Right now.

A hand landed on top of his head and tousled his hair.

“Baka.”

It was the usual insult, but gently spoken. Goku looked up hopefully.

“Can we? Please?”

“Goku ...”

More hair ruffling - and it was nice - but Goku knew it meant Sanzo was going to say 'no'. He jerked his head away, anger flaring inside him.

“Why not? Hakkai an' Gojyo do it all the time. I'm not a kid any more. We stopped the frickin' revival. An' nobody's gonna know, if that's what you're worried about. It's not like we're at the temple!”

“I couldn't care less about people knowing,” Sanzo growled, slamming his drink back down onto the sideboard. “What I do care about is you not having a fucking clue!”

“Then show me!” Goku cried, reckless now. “Show me what to do!”

To his surprise, he realized he'd snatched fistfuls of Sanzo's shirt front and had hauled him close. More surprising still, it felt like Sanzo was ever bit as hard as he was.

Sanzo prised his fingers off.

“That's not what I meant.” He closed his eyes, jaw tightening. “Get out of here before I change my mind.”

“But I want you to ch-”

The rest of Goku's sentence never came out because Sanzo had grabbed his arms and thrown him up against a wall, knocking the air from his lungs.

“All right, all right. I give in, so you can shut up now. Just remember you asked for this, okay?”

Goku was having trouble keeping up but Sanzo's mouth coming down on his brought him quickly up to speed. Sanzo was saying 'yes'! Goku's heart flipped over and seemed to grow bigger, filling his chest with warmth and thudding against his ribs. He was happy most of the time but now he was super happy. Sanzo was going to have sex with him! Yay!

Oh heck.

Suddenly Goku was scared. His stomach cramped and he felt a bit like he was going to be sick. Which made it really hard to enjoy being kissed. Hold up a minute! He was being kissed by Sanzo. How could he not enjoy that? Sanzo's lips were gentle but firm, one minute teasing, the next pressing down hard as his tongue slid into Goku's mouth to stroke and caress. It was everything Goku had imagined, only better. His throat went tight and his eyes felt weird. For a horrible moment he thought he was going to cry.

Sanzo pulled away and studied his face.

“Cold feet?” he asked, with just enough of a smirk that Goku got mad at him all over again.

“No! What about you? You're not chickenin' out, are ya?”

The jibe was answered with another kiss, fiercer than before, and Sanzo's hands were tugging Goku's shirt free of his pants, undoing buttons. Despite finding it hard to breathe and growing ever more giddy, Goku tried his best to reciprocate, although without much success.

In the end, Sanzo batted his hands away.

“Stand still.”

Goku stood.

Sanzo removed his shirt, then peeled off his own.

“You can take the rest off yourself.”

Goku nodded and hurriedly set about doing just that. He was butt-naked before Sanzo had even finished removing his boots. From his seat on the edge of the bed, Sanzo glanced up and Goku felt himself blush. Sanzo had seen him naked hundreds of times but never like this. Never with a raging hard-on that was already starting to weep.

“You'd better come and sit down,” Sanzo advised.

Goku couldn't agree more. His knees were all kinds of wobbly. Even walking the few paces to the bed felt like hard work and he sank down on it gratefully.

Sanzo had finally removed his socks and was now standing up again, unzipping his jeans. Goku caught his eye but quickly looked away, suddenly ridiculously shy. Which was stupid, he told himself crossly, because he ought to be getting ready, showing Sanzo that he really did want this.

He lowered himself onto the sheets, tensing a little at how cool they were against his back. No sooner was he prone than he realized he was doing it all wrong already. If sex meant Sanzo's dick in his ass, he ought to be on his front. He rolled over and drew his knees up under his stomach so that his butt was up in the air.

A sharp slap to one cheek made him jump.

“Moron,” Sanzo tutted. “Turn over.”

“But-”

“You think I'd fuck you with no preparation?” Sanzo asked, pushing him onto his back again. “Goddammit, Goku - just how stupid are you?”

Goku punched his arm.

“I'm not stupid, you jerkwad! I've never done this before! I thought I was helpin'!”

Sanzo opened his mouth but quickly shut it again. He stretched out beside Goku and leant over to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Don't think. Just do as I tell you, okay?”

Goku nodded. The feeling of being close to tears was back and he didn't trust himself to speak.

Sanzo gave him another kiss.

“If you don't like anything, if it starts to hurt, you tell me, right?”

Goku made a small noise of agreement.

“Because if you don't, I'll kill you,” Sanzo promised. “Is that clear?”

Goku nodded again and Sanzo stroked a hand down his chest and over his stomach. Goku caught his breath and forgot to exhale.

“Fuck, Goku,” Sanzo sighed, stroking again, “your muscles feel like iron. Relax, will you? We're not going to get anywhere like this.”

“I'm tryin',” Goku whimpered, miserably. “Sorry.”

Sanzo gave him a stern look.

“That's the problem. You're trying too hard. Don't.”

“Okay,” Goku answered uncertainly. “But what should I do?”

“Nothing,” Sanzo said simply. “Just lie there and let me.”

Goku's dick twitched at the idea and Sanzo smiled, actually smiled.

“That's better.”

And it was. Especially when Sanzo began dotting kisses over Goku's chest and stomach. Little tickling touches of his lips that made Goku laugh. Longer, wet sweeps of his tongue that made him sigh. Goku closed his eyes and let his head loll back.

“Good, that's good,” Sanzo murmured but when his mouth brushed a nipple, a dart of intense pleasure shot through Goku's body, making him gasp. Sanzo didn't seem to mind, though, and carried on kissing and licking, slowly paying more and more attention to Goku's nipples until Goku was arching into his touch and panting.

He felt Sanzo smile against his skin and then the slow press of his hand as it ran down his front and under his erection. Goku's hips bucked, pleading. Sanzo's hand moved slowly up again but when it slid back down, it came to rest over Goku's dick. As if from far away, Goku heard himself moan. He had just enough time to drag in a breath before Sanzo's fingers curled around him.

“Sanzo ...” he whispered, mouth dry.

Sanzo hushed him with a kiss and began stroking.

Goku quivered and bit his lip. He'd never felt anything like it. Pleasure tingled under his skin, tightened in his belly. His dick was hot and straining and something was building, something dizzying and overwhelming.

He reached for Sanzo's dick, wanting him to feel it too but Sanzo caught his earlobe between his teeth and stilled his hand.

“Don't,” he ordered, although there was a catch in his voice. “I'm going to make you come first, okay?”

The only answer Goku could manage was another moan and then Sanzo's hand was moving again. Long, firm pulls, all the way up and all the way down again, right to Goku's clenching balls, then up, hard and fast, twisting when it reached the crown, the thumb flicking.

Goku's back arched and his hips pistoned, working his dick faster still in Sanzo's grip. And suddenly, he was breaking, bursting, crying and laughing at the same time, clinging to Sanzo as he spurted and shook.

Sanzo held him tight.

At last Goku came back to himself and grinned.

“That was awesome, Sanzo.”

“Baka,” Sanzo snorted but he looked pleased. “Haven't you ever jerked off before?”

“Yeah. But it was nothin' like that. That was ...”

Words failed him.

“Awesome?” Sanzo suggested.

Goku beamed and took a deep breath, stretching out his arms and legs, luxuriating in the warm afterglow of climax.

“Yeah,” he sighed, turning over to lie on his front. “Awesome. I think we should have sex now, Sanzo.”

“Tch! What d'you think we've been doing up until now?”

Goku frowned, confused. He shrugged.

“I meant the your-dick-in-my-ass thing,” he explained. “I think we should do that.”

Sanzo laid a hand between his shoulder blades.

“We don't have to, Goku. You could -”

Goku pushed up on his elbows and looked back at him.

“I think that's what you want,” he said solemnly. “Or you'd never have said it in the first place.”

Sanzo blinked.

“I'm right, aren't I?” Goku pressed.

Sanzo's eyes narrowed.

“Who are you? And what have you done with my stupid monkey?”

“Knew it!” Goku laughed in triumph. “Come on - your turn.”

At first, Sanzo didn't move and Goku started feeling nervous all over again. Why was Sanzo hesitating? Was it really going to hurt that bad? Goku was beginning to think he should to offer to jerk Sanzo off instead when he felt him move. Too late to change his mind now. Goku just hoped it would be over quickly. Heart pounding, he buried his face in a pillow as Sanzo opened a drawer and closed it again, trying really hard not to hear the thick, squirting sound that followed.

“Spread your legs.”

Goku swallowed hard but did it anyway, although he couldn't help starting at the feel of Sanzo's hands on his ass. When something pressed against the entrance to his body, it was all he could do not to leap up from the bed - but he didn't. He clutched at the sheets and concentrated on breathing, reminding himself that he wanted to make Sanzo happy.

As he exhaled, something slid into him, something hard. He braced himself for pain, but there was none. He could have wept with relief.

“It's okay, Sanzo!” he cried. “It doesn't hurt at all!”

“That's because it's a finger,” Sanzo informed him, sliding it in and out.

“A finger?” Goku echoed, sure he couldn't have heard right. “I thought you said-”

“Hell, Goku, you don't know anything, do you? I need to put some lube in you and open you up a bit.”

“Oh. Right. With a finger. Right.”

Sanzo kissed the small of his back.

“It's going to take more than one,” he warned. “You're tight as hell.”

The sliding stopped momentarily and a second finger joined the first. Involuntarily Goku spread his legs further. It was definitely less comfortable now.

“That's good,” Sanzo encouraged, resuming the rhythmic sliding. “Keep breathing. I'm going to try stretching you now.”

“O-okay,” Goku stammered, fighting the urge to clamp down on the fingers twisting inside him.

“One more,” Sanzo announced and suddenly Goku was full, stretched wide by three of Sanzo's fingers buried deep inside him. He'd fought monsters and demons but he'd never once felt this vulnerable. He wasn't in pain yet, but he soon might be. A tremor of fear went through him.

“I'm going to push now,” Sanzo told him. “Don't resist. Go with it.”

Push? With his fingers?! Why?

“To get you used to the feeling,” the explanation came back and Goku cringed. He'd asked out loud. “And to find your prostate, of course.”

“My what?” Goku queried, voice squeaky with nerves. “What for?”

Sanzo chuckled and even through his anxiety, Goku warmed at the sound.

“Wait and see.”

The pushing felt strange and slightly sore. Goku squirmed and writhed and had to bite the back of his own hand. When the first jolt of pleasure came, it completely blindsided him.

“Oh!” he gasped, arching his head back. “Oh Sanzo!”

What the heck was happening?

“Bingo,” Sanzo murmured before another jolt shorted out Goku's thoughts entirely.

Goku had barely caught his breath when another followed and another. The next thing he knew, he was mewling and pleading for more.

“Soon,” Sanzo promised. “Breathe out.”

Goku eagerly obeyed, only to feel horribly cheated when Sanzo's fingers pulled out with a wet slurp.

“Sanzo ...”

“Wait, damn you. I need to get lubed up too.”

“Be quick,” Goku urged, his dick coming back to life. “Hungry.”

Sanzo knelt between his legs and hauled him up onto his hands and knees.

“Me too,” he whispered into Goku's ear, arching over him. “Ready?”

“Yesssss,” Goku hissed at the feel of something far blunter than three finger tips pressing against his hole. “Please.”

Sanzo's hands tightened on his hipbones and the pressing got harder. At first, nothing happened and Goku feared it was hopeless. Then, all of a sudden, his body yielded and Sanzo was pushing into him, past the tight ring of muscle. Goku rode out the dry, burning tug in silence, gritting his teeth against the discomfort.

“Okay?” Sanzo asked

Goku wasn't sure. Inside him, Sanzo's dick felt enormous.

“I-I think so.”

Goku gave his hips a tentative wiggle and Sanzo moaned - a wonderful sound, new and needy and just for Goku. He wanted to hear it again. He wriggled some more, lightly bouncing his ass against Sanzo's groin. Sure enough, Sanzo gave another moan and dug his fingers deeper into Goku's flesh, hard enough to bruise. That hurt a bit, but it was a good kind of hurt so Goku carried on wriggling and bouncing.

Before long Sanzo was moving too, rocking and thrusting and breathing hard, his skin damp against Goku's back. Goku could hardly believe it; Sanzo was inside him, filling him up. It made his heart swell with joy and he wondered if it was possible to burst from happiness.

A few seconds later, he reckoned it probably was because Sanzo had pulled him closer still and now every thrust was producing more of those electric jolts. It was hard enough to stay focused through that, but when Sanzo's hand closed around him again, Goku lost it. He arched and struggled, thrashed and twisted, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding through him. Every nerve ending was buzzing, every breath took him higher and, strong though he was, in the end, he had to give in, surrender and let orgasm tear him apart. As the world faded away, his only thought was of Sanzo.

....

“Oi.”

Something jabbed Goku sharply in the arm, rousing him from sleep. Morning? Already?

“Funny,” Sanzo remarked conversationally as Goku blinked and rubbed his eyes. “I thought you'd be a cuddler.”

“Hunh?”

“And I was sure you'd be a goddamn talker,” Sanzo continued, taking a drag on his already half-smoked cigarette. “Afterwards, I mean.”

Goku went cold and he shrank back under sheets he couldn't remember pulling over himself. He'd fallen asleep on Sanzo? Holy crap!

“Not that I'm complaining, you understand,” Sanzo went on, adding with a smirk, “At least now I know a sure-fire way of putting a stop to your damn whining.”

Goku very nearly argued that he never whined but instantly thought better of it. It was morning, he'd had a wonderful night's sleep ... and right now he was full of energy.

He flung his arms around Sanzo's neck, squeezing.

“Can we do it again, Sanzo? Can we? Can we? Can we? Go on, say we can. Please! Say we can! Please. Please. Please.”

“Bastard,” Sanzo laughed.

And rolled him over.