Saiyuki (Sanzo/Goku)
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kinkfestTitle:An earthly paradise
Author/Artist: Kispexi2
Fandom Kazuya Minekura's SAIYUKI
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: bondage, biting, voyeurism
Word count: approx 2500
Summary:Heaven is where - and what - you make it.
Prompt: 23 July #36. Saiyuki, Goku/Sanzo: Sex where you’re not afraid to break someone; biting – “You can go harder”
Notes: This story takes place a year or so after Reload 7 but before the end of the journey west ... I took the prompter's decision to say Goku/Sanzo (rather than Sanzo/Goku) seriously, although my own views on their relationship may have twisted that a little ...
AN EARTHLY PARADISE
The ice in Kanzeon Bosatsu's drink clinked against the glass as Jiroshin carried it out to the poolside. He hoped the meticulously prepared Singapore Sling would do something to lift the Merciful Goddess' low spirits. Se'd been complaining about the stifling heat for days but, in truth, the weather was like everything else in heaven - perfect. Jiroshin's own drink was green tea.
Kanzeon Bosatsu was still staring into the pool and seemed not to notice as Jiroshin set the tray on the low wall that surrounded it. He took a seat beside hir and gazed into the turquoise waters too, wondering what could be so absorbing.
At first, the reflections of heaven's flawless sky were dazzling, but gradually his eyes grew accustomed to the light and he was abe to penetrate the divine sheen and see into the human world below. It came as no surprise to discover that, yet again, his Mistress was keeping watch over hir nephew.
Konzen was standing, naked, in a small, dingy room. Even in his human incarnation he looked every inch a god. Before him, Son Goku was on his knees. Jiroshin gave a little nod of approval. Although he'd never been in favour of their relationship, such reverence was fitting. Even when attending to the most human of a former god's needs.
“Boring,” Kanzeon Bosatsu sighed. Se took a sip from hir glass and shuddered. “Too damn cold.”
Jiroshin apologized profusely, but Kanzeon Bosatsu didn't seem to be listening; hir attention had already returned to the scene below so Jiroshin watched too. He didn't find it boring in the least; he found it soothing. The rhythmic bobbing of the monkey's head, the way Konzen's fingers clenched and released in his hair.
There was nothing wrong with everything being in order.
But slowly sounds, as well as pictures, from the human world began to drift heavenwards and Jiroshin could hear Konzen's laboured breathing, wet slurps from the monkey's busy mouth and the occasional low moan. He shifted uncomfortably, longing for a mute button.
“Enough!” Konzen suddenly cried, hauling Son Goku to his feet by his hair.
The kid looked nervous.
“Now?” he asked.
Konzen closed his eyes and nodded once.
“Now.”
Son Goku bent down and scrabbled amongst the crumpled heap of their discarded clothing, evidently looking for something. Jiroshin's eyes widened as the monkey stood up again, Konzen's sash in hand.
“H-hold your hands out,” Son Goku made an attempt at ordering.
Jiroshin gasped as Konzen - no, Sanzo, Jiroshin rapidly corrected himself, refusing to believe this compliant creature was Konzen - obeyed. Kanzeon Bosatsu leant forward in hir seat.
Fumbling fingers twined the sash about Sanzo's wrists, binding them tightly together but leaving enough material to form a kind of leash. Jiroshin couldn't believe his eyes. This was blasphemy, sacrilege - unholy rebellion! He flicked a glance at his mistress. A smile was playing about the corners of hir mouth.
Son Goku gave the sash a little tug and Sanzo stepped forward. Emboldened, Son Goku tugged harder, making Sanzo stumble a bit as he tried to fall into step. He wasn't being taken far. At one end of the room there was a small table, pulled out from the wall. Son Goku walked around it and pulled the sash tight, yanking Sanzo closer.
“Mistress!” Jiroshin hissed.
Kanzeon Bosatsu merely chuckled in reply.
Son Goku hesitated, hands trembling.
“Sanzo ... Sanzo, are you sure?” he asked, golden eyes huge.
“Goddammit, YES!” Sanzo snapped. “Get on with it.”
The monkey swallowed and pulled the sash tighter still, so that Sanzo was forced to lean forward and lie his upper body flat against the table top. Son Goku hunkered down and secured the restraint, weaving it around the table legs and finishing it off with a large knot.
Sanzo was bent over a table, his legs spread and his ass in the air. What the hell was happening? Jiroshin sought an answer in Kanzeon Bosatsu's smiling face but found nothing but amusement.
The monkey trailed light fingertips down Sanzo's spine. The skin beneath them quivered and tensed, and Sanzo's back arched in anticipation. Son Goku dropped a single kiss onto it, then turned to take a plastic tube from the nearby nightstand and squeeze out a palmful of thick, clear gel.
Jiroshin caught his breath as realization dawned. That monkey, th-that heretic was planning desecration.
“Mistress!” he hissed again, clenching his fists. “This is wrong!”
Kanzeon Bosatsu snorted.
“Nonsense. The journey has already demanded a lot from my nephew and it will demand a lot more. There's an awful lot of responsibility resting on those slender shoulders of his, don't forget. So, he just needs to put the burden down for a while and let go? So what? Don't be so goddamn stuffy!”
Son Goku had slicked his not inconsiderable member and it glistened, long and thick, in the room's dim light. Jiroshin stared at it, aghast.
“I won't deny your nephew needs some recreation, Mistress - but is it right that he seek it with that creature? With that ... that monkey?!”
The Merciful Goddess turned decidedly unsympathetic green eyes on her attendant.
“Whom else would he choose? Whom else does he trust, Jiroshin?”
To that, Jiroshin had no answer and he fell silent, trying not to watch the scene playing out before him, but unable to tear his eyes away.
Son Goku had planted a tanned hand between Sanzo's shoulder blades, pushing his chest harder into the table's cheap teak veneer. The heretic's other hand lay on ivory pale buttocks, working a finger in between them. Sanzo's thigh muscles twitched and he let out a sigh. The monkey smiled happily to himself and set about pushing another finger into his master's body, this time with a touch more vigour. Sanzo's hips canted under him and he groaned. His smile broadening, Son Goku pulled both fingers out and applied more lube. This time he extended three fingers, side by side. A sudden jerk of his elbow and they were driven home. Sanzo yelped and pulled uselessly against the sash that held him prisoner, before once more allowing his body to go limp. Son Goku's hand pulled back a little, then pushed in again - harder, deeper - and Sanzo made a sound that was unsettlingly close to a sob.
Distractedly, Jiroshin reached for his drink but found he'd lifted the Singapore Sling to his lips. It was delightfully cool on his tongue. Kanzeon Bosatsu was right; heaven had become unpleasantly warm.
“Go ... ku ...”
The broken plea returned Jiroshin's thoughts to the world below. The monkey was nodding, although Sanzo couldn't see it. He eased his fingers carefully from Sanzo's body and positioned himself behind him. For a moment, he gazed down at Sanzo's rear in wonder, caressing its contours with gentle hands.
“Fuck. Me. Now,” Sanzo growled. “Now, goddamn you!”
The monkey squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest in a defiant gesture unseen by his master. He curled a hand around one of Sanzo's hipbones and with the other guided himself into his body.
Sanzo clutched at the sash and his head came up, mouth open and gasping for air. For his part, Son Goku seemed too overcome to move. His eyes fluttered shut and his whole body trembled. Impatiently, Sanzo pushed back against his thighs.
“Move!”
The roughly barked order made Son Goku start and shake his head, as if he were trying to awaken from a dream, and he began to thrust - slow, measured pumps of his hips - whilst his hands stroked Sanzo's back and shoulders. He leant forward to kiss the nape of Sanzo's neck - once, twice, three times. A little moan issued from Sanzo lips and he strained his hips up, silently begging the monkey for more.
But Son Goku kept up his gentle pace, brow furrowed in concentration and apparently too much in awe of his master to believe that he was allowed anything more heated.
After a few minutes of restrained rutting, Sanzo twisted his head round to glare at the kid over his shoulder.
“Harder, you idiot!” he snarled. “You can go harder.”
Son Goku blinked. His eyes darted about Sanzo's face, seeking confirmation his words were truly meant.
“I can?”
“Yes”.
Son Goku straightened up and, head cocked to one side, he bumped a single, teasing finger down Sanzo's backbone. Sanzo's mouth opened on a curse but the monkey had clearly been anticipating it because, with no warning and an immense amount of force, he slammed his hips into Sanzo's ass and the curse died. Instead a hoarse cry was torn from Sanzo's throat and his legs shook. He'd barely managed to take in a breath before Son Goku pounded into him again, gripping his hips in just the right way to ensure that only one spot in Sanzo's body would take the impact - the one that mattered most. Sanzo cried out again, louder and more ragged. Son Goku leant down, kissed a shoulder blade then bit, leaving deep indentations on the skin. Sanzo moaned and turned his head to the side, exposing the side of his throat. Obediently - enthusiastically - Son Goku sank his teeth into the delicate flesh just below the ear,provoking a hiss of pain. Before Sanzo could recover, he straightened up and again drove into him hard.
As Sanzo failed to hold back a whimper and struggled against his bonds, Jiroshin ran a finger around the inside of his suddenly too-tight collar and was surprised to find his own throat damp with sweat.
Down in the dirty hotel room, the monkey's eyes had glazed over, pupils dark with lust. He was panting, pumping, pounding like a creature possessed and Sanzo was taking it. Taking more than he'd bargained for, Jiroshin would wager. This was what you got when you encouraged heresy. Jiroshin only hoped that when he had time to reflect on his actions, Sanzo would learn from his foolishness.
But right now Sanzo was far from reflection. He was having trouble breathing. The monkey had wrapped a hand around his dick and was working it mercilessly. A minute was all it took. Then Sanzo's legs flexed, his head arched back and he came, spilling great streams of white all over the scuffed wooden floor.
It was done.
Jiroshin let out a breath he'd been holding for far too long. Now, at last, the monkey would surely pull out? But no. The monkey kept pistoning his hips, holding on to Sanzo's sagging body tightly to stop his legs from crumpling under him. Jiroshin began to fear that Sanzo was going to receive some serious damage when suddenly Son Goku threw his head back and stopped moving. His face was dripping with sweat but his expression was ecstatic.
“Sanzo ...” he breathed, pushing in one last time. A shudder rocked his body and he slumped forward, momentarily resting his head against Sanzo's shoulder blades. "Sanzo ..."
Allowing himself no more than a few seconds to recover, he pulled gingerly out of Sanzo's spent body and rounded the table to untie the sash.
“What we have just witnessed was sacrilege, Mistress,” Jiroshin declared in a prim tone that he hoped would cause Kanzeon Bosatsu to dismiss the inexplicable bulge under his tunic as a feature of the heavy material and nothing more.
He got no reply.
In the world below, Son Goku was on his knees and gazing anxiously up into Sanzo's face.
“Sanzo? Was it okay?” he asked, stroking his cheek. “Did I do it right?”
Eyes still closed, Sanzo smiled.
“Yeah, Goku. You did it right.”
Son Goku face split into a broad grin, but there were tears coursing down his cheeks.
“I love you, Sanzo,” he whispered.
Sleepily Sanzo nodded and one of his newly freed hands made its way stiffly onto Son Goku's head.
“I know.”
“Sacrilege?” Kanzeon Bosatsu murmured. “I don't think so. I think what we've seen here today might be an entirely new form of worship."
She laughed and downed her drink in one.
"And it sure beats the hell out of incense and chanting.”
Author/Artist: Kispexi2
Fandom Kazuya Minekura's SAIYUKI
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: bondage, biting, voyeurism
Word count: approx 2500
Summary:Heaven is where - and what - you make it.
Prompt: 23 July #36. Saiyuki, Goku/Sanzo: Sex where you’re not afraid to break someone; biting – “You can go harder”
Notes: This story takes place a year or so after Reload 7 but before the end of the journey west ... I took the prompter's decision to say Goku/Sanzo (rather than Sanzo/Goku) seriously, although my own views on their relationship may have twisted that a little ...
AN EARTHLY PARADISE
The ice in Kanzeon Bosatsu's drink clinked against the glass as Jiroshin carried it out to the poolside. He hoped the meticulously prepared Singapore Sling would do something to lift the Merciful Goddess' low spirits. Se'd been complaining about the stifling heat for days but, in truth, the weather was like everything else in heaven - perfect. Jiroshin's own drink was green tea.
Kanzeon Bosatsu was still staring into the pool and seemed not to notice as Jiroshin set the tray on the low wall that surrounded it. He took a seat beside hir and gazed into the turquoise waters too, wondering what could be so absorbing.
At first, the reflections of heaven's flawless sky were dazzling, but gradually his eyes grew accustomed to the light and he was abe to penetrate the divine sheen and see into the human world below. It came as no surprise to discover that, yet again, his Mistress was keeping watch over hir nephew.
Konzen was standing, naked, in a small, dingy room. Even in his human incarnation he looked every inch a god. Before him, Son Goku was on his knees. Jiroshin gave a little nod of approval. Although he'd never been in favour of their relationship, such reverence was fitting. Even when attending to the most human of a former god's needs.
“Boring,” Kanzeon Bosatsu sighed. Se took a sip from hir glass and shuddered. “Too damn cold.”
Jiroshin apologized profusely, but Kanzeon Bosatsu didn't seem to be listening; hir attention had already returned to the scene below so Jiroshin watched too. He didn't find it boring in the least; he found it soothing. The rhythmic bobbing of the monkey's head, the way Konzen's fingers clenched and released in his hair.
There was nothing wrong with everything being in order.
But slowly sounds, as well as pictures, from the human world began to drift heavenwards and Jiroshin could hear Konzen's laboured breathing, wet slurps from the monkey's busy mouth and the occasional low moan. He shifted uncomfortably, longing for a mute button.
“Enough!” Konzen suddenly cried, hauling Son Goku to his feet by his hair.
The kid looked nervous.
“Now?” he asked.
Konzen closed his eyes and nodded once.
“Now.”
Son Goku bent down and scrabbled amongst the crumpled heap of their discarded clothing, evidently looking for something. Jiroshin's eyes widened as the monkey stood up again, Konzen's sash in hand.
“H-hold your hands out,” Son Goku made an attempt at ordering.
Jiroshin gasped as Konzen - no, Sanzo, Jiroshin rapidly corrected himself, refusing to believe this compliant creature was Konzen - obeyed. Kanzeon Bosatsu leant forward in hir seat.
Fumbling fingers twined the sash about Sanzo's wrists, binding them tightly together but leaving enough material to form a kind of leash. Jiroshin couldn't believe his eyes. This was blasphemy, sacrilege - unholy rebellion! He flicked a glance at his mistress. A smile was playing about the corners of hir mouth.
Son Goku gave the sash a little tug and Sanzo stepped forward. Emboldened, Son Goku tugged harder, making Sanzo stumble a bit as he tried to fall into step. He wasn't being taken far. At one end of the room there was a small table, pulled out from the wall. Son Goku walked around it and pulled the sash tight, yanking Sanzo closer.
“Mistress!” Jiroshin hissed.
Kanzeon Bosatsu merely chuckled in reply.
Son Goku hesitated, hands trembling.
“Sanzo ... Sanzo, are you sure?” he asked, golden eyes huge.
“Goddammit, YES!” Sanzo snapped. “Get on with it.”
The monkey swallowed and pulled the sash tighter still, so that Sanzo was forced to lean forward and lie his upper body flat against the table top. Son Goku hunkered down and secured the restraint, weaving it around the table legs and finishing it off with a large knot.
Sanzo was bent over a table, his legs spread and his ass in the air. What the hell was happening? Jiroshin sought an answer in Kanzeon Bosatsu's smiling face but found nothing but amusement.
The monkey trailed light fingertips down Sanzo's spine. The skin beneath them quivered and tensed, and Sanzo's back arched in anticipation. Son Goku dropped a single kiss onto it, then turned to take a plastic tube from the nearby nightstand and squeeze out a palmful of thick, clear gel.
Jiroshin caught his breath as realization dawned. That monkey, th-that heretic was planning desecration.
“Mistress!” he hissed again, clenching his fists. “This is wrong!”
Kanzeon Bosatsu snorted.
“Nonsense. The journey has already demanded a lot from my nephew and it will demand a lot more. There's an awful lot of responsibility resting on those slender shoulders of his, don't forget. So, he just needs to put the burden down for a while and let go? So what? Don't be so goddamn stuffy!”
Son Goku had slicked his not inconsiderable member and it glistened, long and thick, in the room's dim light. Jiroshin stared at it, aghast.
“I won't deny your nephew needs some recreation, Mistress - but is it right that he seek it with that creature? With that ... that monkey?!”
The Merciful Goddess turned decidedly unsympathetic green eyes on her attendant.
“Whom else would he choose? Whom else does he trust, Jiroshin?”
To that, Jiroshin had no answer and he fell silent, trying not to watch the scene playing out before him, but unable to tear his eyes away.
Son Goku had planted a tanned hand between Sanzo's shoulder blades, pushing his chest harder into the table's cheap teak veneer. The heretic's other hand lay on ivory pale buttocks, working a finger in between them. Sanzo's thigh muscles twitched and he let out a sigh. The monkey smiled happily to himself and set about pushing another finger into his master's body, this time with a touch more vigour. Sanzo's hips canted under him and he groaned. His smile broadening, Son Goku pulled both fingers out and applied more lube. This time he extended three fingers, side by side. A sudden jerk of his elbow and they were driven home. Sanzo yelped and pulled uselessly against the sash that held him prisoner, before once more allowing his body to go limp. Son Goku's hand pulled back a little, then pushed in again - harder, deeper - and Sanzo made a sound that was unsettlingly close to a sob.
Distractedly, Jiroshin reached for his drink but found he'd lifted the Singapore Sling to his lips. It was delightfully cool on his tongue. Kanzeon Bosatsu was right; heaven had become unpleasantly warm.
“Go ... ku ...”
The broken plea returned Jiroshin's thoughts to the world below. The monkey was nodding, although Sanzo couldn't see it. He eased his fingers carefully from Sanzo's body and positioned himself behind him. For a moment, he gazed down at Sanzo's rear in wonder, caressing its contours with gentle hands.
“Fuck. Me. Now,” Sanzo growled. “Now, goddamn you!”
The monkey squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest in a defiant gesture unseen by his master. He curled a hand around one of Sanzo's hipbones and with the other guided himself into his body.
Sanzo clutched at the sash and his head came up, mouth open and gasping for air. For his part, Son Goku seemed too overcome to move. His eyes fluttered shut and his whole body trembled. Impatiently, Sanzo pushed back against his thighs.
“Move!”
The roughly barked order made Son Goku start and shake his head, as if he were trying to awaken from a dream, and he began to thrust - slow, measured pumps of his hips - whilst his hands stroked Sanzo's back and shoulders. He leant forward to kiss the nape of Sanzo's neck - once, twice, three times. A little moan issued from Sanzo lips and he strained his hips up, silently begging the monkey for more.
But Son Goku kept up his gentle pace, brow furrowed in concentration and apparently too much in awe of his master to believe that he was allowed anything more heated.
After a few minutes of restrained rutting, Sanzo twisted his head round to glare at the kid over his shoulder.
“Harder, you idiot!” he snarled. “You can go harder.”
Son Goku blinked. His eyes darted about Sanzo's face, seeking confirmation his words were truly meant.
“I can?”
“Yes”.
Son Goku straightened up and, head cocked to one side, he bumped a single, teasing finger down Sanzo's backbone. Sanzo's mouth opened on a curse but the monkey had clearly been anticipating it because, with no warning and an immense amount of force, he slammed his hips into Sanzo's ass and the curse died. Instead a hoarse cry was torn from Sanzo's throat and his legs shook. He'd barely managed to take in a breath before Son Goku pounded into him again, gripping his hips in just the right way to ensure that only one spot in Sanzo's body would take the impact - the one that mattered most. Sanzo cried out again, louder and more ragged. Son Goku leant down, kissed a shoulder blade then bit, leaving deep indentations on the skin. Sanzo moaned and turned his head to the side, exposing the side of his throat. Obediently - enthusiastically - Son Goku sank his teeth into the delicate flesh just below the ear,provoking a hiss of pain. Before Sanzo could recover, he straightened up and again drove into him hard.
As Sanzo failed to hold back a whimper and struggled against his bonds, Jiroshin ran a finger around the inside of his suddenly too-tight collar and was surprised to find his own throat damp with sweat.
Down in the dirty hotel room, the monkey's eyes had glazed over, pupils dark with lust. He was panting, pumping, pounding like a creature possessed and Sanzo was taking it. Taking more than he'd bargained for, Jiroshin would wager. This was what you got when you encouraged heresy. Jiroshin only hoped that when he had time to reflect on his actions, Sanzo would learn from his foolishness.
But right now Sanzo was far from reflection. He was having trouble breathing. The monkey had wrapped a hand around his dick and was working it mercilessly. A minute was all it took. Then Sanzo's legs flexed, his head arched back and he came, spilling great streams of white all over the scuffed wooden floor.
It was done.
Jiroshin let out a breath he'd been holding for far too long. Now, at last, the monkey would surely pull out? But no. The monkey kept pistoning his hips, holding on to Sanzo's sagging body tightly to stop his legs from crumpling under him. Jiroshin began to fear that Sanzo was going to receive some serious damage when suddenly Son Goku threw his head back and stopped moving. His face was dripping with sweat but his expression was ecstatic.
“Sanzo ...” he breathed, pushing in one last time. A shudder rocked his body and he slumped forward, momentarily resting his head against Sanzo's shoulder blades. "Sanzo ..."
Allowing himself no more than a few seconds to recover, he pulled gingerly out of Sanzo's spent body and rounded the table to untie the sash.
“What we have just witnessed was sacrilege, Mistress,” Jiroshin declared in a prim tone that he hoped would cause Kanzeon Bosatsu to dismiss the inexplicable bulge under his tunic as a feature of the heavy material and nothing more.
He got no reply.
In the world below, Son Goku was on his knees and gazing anxiously up into Sanzo's face.
“Sanzo? Was it okay?” he asked, stroking his cheek. “Did I do it right?”
Eyes still closed, Sanzo smiled.
“Yeah, Goku. You did it right.”
Son Goku face split into a broad grin, but there were tears coursing down his cheeks.
“I love you, Sanzo,” he whispered.
Sleepily Sanzo nodded and one of his newly freed hands made its way stiffly onto Son Goku's head.
“I know.”
“Sacrilege?” Kanzeon Bosatsu murmured. “I don't think so. I think what we've seen here today might be an entirely new form of worship."
She laughed and downed her drink in one.
"And it sure beats the hell out of incense and chanting.”
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