Saiyuki (Sanzo/Goku)
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kinkfestTitle: Entranced
Author/Artist: Kispexi2
Fandom Kazuya Minekura's SAIYUKI
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: masturbation, m/m
Word count: approx 2000
Summary: Goku knows how to fix his problem, but in the end he needs a helping hand
Prompt: JULY 28 2007 #40. Saiyuki, Sanzo/Goku: Obedience, because your life depends on it – “Aw, c’mon Sanzo!”
Notes: Think of this as crackfic. It'll help you ignore the ludicrous premise. :-)
ENTRANCED
“Will you cut that out?” Gojyo snarled at Goku, cuffing him around the ear. “Stop messing about! It's been a long day and I need a goddamn beer!”
“We really don't have much time, Goku,” Hakkai put in, anxiously eyeing the sinking sun.
“I know!” Goku cried. “I'm tryin'!”
Sanzo removed the cigarette from his mouth.
“Try harder.”
Goku glared at him, straightened his cape and tried again. With the same result. As soon as he got half-way across the bridge, it was like hitting a wall. A rubber wall. And, once again, he ricocheted off it and stumbled backwards to land painfully on his butt.
“If he's gonna keep being stupid, I vote we leave him here and let the curse fry his monkey ass,” Gojyo declared, folding his arms across his chest. “What's he got? Half an hour?”
Hakkai frowned.
“More like twenty minutes. Please, Goku - this is serious.”
“You think I wanna turn into a toad?” Goku demanded. “That'd be almost as bad a turnin' into a frickin' cockroach! I wanna get over there with you guys, but somethin's stoppin' me.”
“Maybe there's an invisible “No monkeys'' barrier right about here,” Gojyo sneered, indicating the centre of the bridge with a sweep of his hand.
“I'm not a monkey, crap-face!” Goku hurled back at him. “Stop sayin' that!”
Hakkai pursed his lips, tipping his head thoughtfully to one side.
“Actually, Goku, I think Gojyo may be onto something ...”
“WHA-?!!”
“Well, the three of us crossed the bridge without any difficulty. If there is a barrier, it would appear to be specific to you.”
“Pfft.” Sanzo dismissed the suggestion with a snort. “Whoever set the barrier up couldn't possibly have known Goku would be coming here. We've only just found out that there even was an antidote to that crazy old hag's spell - and it's taken us all day to do it.”
For a moment, they were all silent, painfully aware that the sun was getting lower in the sky and that time was running out.
Gojyo lit a new cigarette from the butt of the one he was finishing and took a long drag.
“What if ... What if it's not Goku himself, but something about him?”
Hakkai's eyes had widened in surprise.
“That's it, Gojyo!” he beamed. “Oh, well done. Very well done!”
Gojyo shrugged.
“Hey - I can't help being brainy.”
Sanzo snorted again.
“Okay, smartass, say you're right - if we're gonna get Goku into Chu Nu temple before nightfall, we need to work out what that something is. How the fuck are we going to do that?”
Hakkai held up a forefinger.
“By a process of elimination! It's really very like solving simultaneous equations. What makes Goku different from the three of us?”
“His smell?” Gojyo suggested with a grin. “The fact that he's a runty little monkey?”
Goku scooped up a handful of gravel and flung it at the kappa, who jumped nimbly out of the way
Hakkai tapped his chin thoughtfully.
“Well, we're all men,” he began - hurriedly fixing Gojyo with a Don't-Say-It glare when he caught the kappa flicking a glance in Sanzo's direction, “so it can't be that - although that is rather surprising. I've heard it said that the priestess is not overly fond of members of our gender.”
“Hunh?” Gojyo scratched his head. “Members of our gender?”
“Men," Hakkai clarified. "You see, the priestess is young and incredibly beautiful. According to gossip, she retreated to the temple in order to avoid unwanted male attention.”
“I know just how she feels,” Sanzo muttered, rubbing the spot on his butt which, earlier in the day, a soon to be very dead barfly had given a sharp pinch. “Goddamn animals.”
“Nah.” Gojyo scoffed. “I mean, when've you ever seen Goku look at anyone oth-”
“No,” Hakkai hastily agreed. “Goku's certainly not the type to importune a lady.”
“Which means he'd be no threat to our priestess ...” Gojyo mused “ ... even if ... hey! That's it!”
“That's what?” Sanzo snapped. “What're you talking about, asshole?”
Gojyo strode back over the bridge and hauled Goku to his feet.
“There!” he crowed, pointing at the front of Goku's pants. “Hakkai said it - the priestess doesn't like members of our gender! He's hard! I noticed it earlier when you guys were seeing to that thigh wound."
Gojyo grinned and slapped Goku on the back.
"Kudos, kid - that's some staying power you've got there! The ladies are gonna love you.”
Suddenly the prospect of life as a toad began to have its charms.
"It can't be that," Goku mumbled, doing his best to conceal his obvious erection.
Gojyo turned to Hakkai.
“You hard?”
Hakkai's mouth twisted in embarrassment.
“Um, well, no.”
“Nor am I! And we all know Sanzo's too soft between the legs to manage a stiffy,” Gojyo laughed.
Sanzo's eyes narrowed.
“After we've saved Goku, you're dead, jerkwad.”
Gojyo laughed again.
“Talking of jerkwads ...”
Everyone looked at Goku.
“NO!” he wailed.
“I'm afraid you're going to have to,” Hakkai smiled apologetically.
“Close your eyes and think of Sa ... shimi,” Gojyo suggested with a wink.
“Do it,” Sanzo ordered.
Goku turned to him imploringly.
“Aw c'mon Sanzo - there must be somethin' else I can do.”
“Yes,” Sanzo agreed grimly. “You can develop webbed feet and a warty skin.”
Goku hung his head.
“Okay,” he said miserably, “but you guys have to go away, right?”
“Hell, we weren't planning on watching!” Gojyo exclaimed and slung his arm around Hakkai's shoulders. “We're not perverts! ”
“Of course you need some privacy, Goku,” Hakkai agreed, but his brow was furrowed. “However, you're injured and your chi is very low. I don't think it would be wise to leave you entirely alone. One of us should stand guard ... at a discreet distance, obviously.”
There was a long, awkward silence.
“Fine,” Sanzo grunted, at last. He tossed his cigarette end onto the ground and stamped it out. “I'll do it. You two get up to the temple and let them know we're going to need a curse reversing.”
“Right-o!” Gojyo replied with a leer. “I'll sweet-talk the lovely priestess for you.”
Sanzo ignored him.
"Hakkai - take care of it.”
Hakkai nodded and he and Gojyo set off in the direction of the temple which stood at the western edge of the village, silhouetted against the darkening sky.
Sanzo turned to Goku.
“You've got five minutes.”
Cheeks burning and toes curling, Goku swallowed hard.
“I-I'm gonna go over there by those trees, okay? You stay here.”
Sanzo gave him a weary look.
“Just get on with it. And don't forget to clean yourself up afterwards.”
As Goku picked his way across a patch of long grass and thistles towards the shelter of a line of willows, he realized he'd never felt less like jerking off in all his life. Once in the shadows, he unzippered and glanced down hopefully at his dick. It really ought to be wilting. But it wasn't. Damn. It was all Hakkai's fault. If only he hadn't asked Sanzo to press the edges of Goku's wound together so that he could stitch it up, Goku's entire blood supply wouldn't have decided to rush south.
Well, there was only one thing for it.
Goku leant back against the nearest tree trunk, wrapped a determined hand around himself and started pumping. An electric trickle ran up and down the length of his dick and he felt it pulse and strain against his palm. He pumped harder and the tickle built to a throb. Yeah, that was it. Goku closed his eyes, concentrating on the heat and the pressure of his own hand.
Just a little quicker, for a little longer ... He didn't want to keep Sanzo waiting.
Breathing heavily, he fisted himself harder, faster. Low in his belly, pleasure simmered. He picked up the pace, willing the little bubbles of excitement to swell and break. Sweat began to gather on his forehead and his wrist started to ache but, beyond the pleasing sensation of warmth and motion, there was nothing. No thumping heartbeat, no gasping for breath, no crashing release.
What the heck?
“Aren't you done yet?” Sanzo yelled from his position near the bridge. “Fuck, Goku - get on with it!”
“I-I'm ... almost there!” Goku lied.
Sanzo made no reply, so Goku screwed his eyes shut again and returned to the task in hand but after another couple of minutes tugging and pulling, he was still nowhere near coming.
All of a sudden, he heard the crack of a twig nearby. His eyes flew open.
And there was Sanzo, rolling up to his sleeves and striding purposefully towards him.
“S .. anzo?”
“Shut up.”
Goku couldn't have kept talking even if he'd wanted to. Sanzo's hand caught him full in the chest and forced him back against the tree. And his other hand was ... oh, gods ... Goku's knees trembled and he gave a shuddering moan as the pleasure that had been lurking just beyond his reach came rushing in on him. Sanzo was ...
... electricity
... irresistible
... a dazzling light
... heaven.
Goku heard himself cry out and his body went limp as quake after quake shook his world.
Some time later, he was vaguely aware of his pants being zipped back up and of being pulled away from the support afforded by the tree.
“You've got six minutes,” Sanzo was telling him. “Six minutes to get to the temple and de-cursed. Move, moron!”
Oh. Yeah. Right. Decursed. Goku didn't want to be a toad. He couldn't imagine Sanzo ever doing what he'd just done to Goku to a toad - and Goku wanted more than anything for Sanzo to do it to him again.
He started running.
Reaching the far side of the bridge, he turned back to see if Sanzo was following but the priest was still where he'd left him.
“Sanzo!” Goku shouted back to him. “Aren't you comin' too?”
“Soon,” Sanzo promised.
It was only when he was kneeling before the temple altar with the priestess whispering the Reversal Spell's magic words over him, that Goku realized Sanzo's voice had sounded, well, kind of funny.
Author/Artist: Kispexi2
Fandom Kazuya Minekura's SAIYUKI
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: masturbation, m/m
Word count: approx 2000
Summary: Goku knows how to fix his problem, but in the end he needs a helping hand
Prompt: JULY 28 2007 #40. Saiyuki, Sanzo/Goku: Obedience, because your life depends on it – “Aw, c’mon Sanzo!”
Notes: Think of this as crackfic. It'll help you ignore the ludicrous premise. :-)
ENTRANCED
“Will you cut that out?” Gojyo snarled at Goku, cuffing him around the ear. “Stop messing about! It's been a long day and I need a goddamn beer!”
“We really don't have much time, Goku,” Hakkai put in, anxiously eyeing the sinking sun.
“I know!” Goku cried. “I'm tryin'!”
Sanzo removed the cigarette from his mouth.
“Try harder.”
Goku glared at him, straightened his cape and tried again. With the same result. As soon as he got half-way across the bridge, it was like hitting a wall. A rubber wall. And, once again, he ricocheted off it and stumbled backwards to land painfully on his butt.
“If he's gonna keep being stupid, I vote we leave him here and let the curse fry his monkey ass,” Gojyo declared, folding his arms across his chest. “What's he got? Half an hour?”
Hakkai frowned.
“More like twenty minutes. Please, Goku - this is serious.”
“You think I wanna turn into a toad?” Goku demanded. “That'd be almost as bad a turnin' into a frickin' cockroach! I wanna get over there with you guys, but somethin's stoppin' me.”
“Maybe there's an invisible “No monkeys'' barrier right about here,” Gojyo sneered, indicating the centre of the bridge with a sweep of his hand.
“I'm not a monkey, crap-face!” Goku hurled back at him. “Stop sayin' that!”
Hakkai pursed his lips, tipping his head thoughtfully to one side.
“Actually, Goku, I think Gojyo may be onto something ...”
“WHA-?!!”
“Well, the three of us crossed the bridge without any difficulty. If there is a barrier, it would appear to be specific to you.”
“Pfft.” Sanzo dismissed the suggestion with a snort. “Whoever set the barrier up couldn't possibly have known Goku would be coming here. We've only just found out that there even was an antidote to that crazy old hag's spell - and it's taken us all day to do it.”
For a moment, they were all silent, painfully aware that the sun was getting lower in the sky and that time was running out.
Gojyo lit a new cigarette from the butt of the one he was finishing and took a long drag.
“What if ... What if it's not Goku himself, but something about him?”
Hakkai's eyes had widened in surprise.
“That's it, Gojyo!” he beamed. “Oh, well done. Very well done!”
Gojyo shrugged.
“Hey - I can't help being brainy.”
Sanzo snorted again.
“Okay, smartass, say you're right - if we're gonna get Goku into Chu Nu temple before nightfall, we need to work out what that something is. How the fuck are we going to do that?”
Hakkai held up a forefinger.
“By a process of elimination! It's really very like solving simultaneous equations. What makes Goku different from the three of us?”
“His smell?” Gojyo suggested with a grin. “The fact that he's a runty little monkey?”
Goku scooped up a handful of gravel and flung it at the kappa, who jumped nimbly out of the way
Hakkai tapped his chin thoughtfully.
“Well, we're all men,” he began - hurriedly fixing Gojyo with a Don't-Say-It glare when he caught the kappa flicking a glance in Sanzo's direction, “so it can't be that - although that is rather surprising. I've heard it said that the priestess is not overly fond of members of our gender.”
“Hunh?” Gojyo scratched his head. “Members of our gender?”
“Men," Hakkai clarified. "You see, the priestess is young and incredibly beautiful. According to gossip, she retreated to the temple in order to avoid unwanted male attention.”
“I know just how she feels,” Sanzo muttered, rubbing the spot on his butt which, earlier in the day, a soon to be very dead barfly had given a sharp pinch. “Goddamn animals.”
“Nah.” Gojyo scoffed. “I mean, when've you ever seen Goku look at anyone oth-”
“No,” Hakkai hastily agreed. “Goku's certainly not the type to importune a lady.”
“Which means he'd be no threat to our priestess ...” Gojyo mused “ ... even if ... hey! That's it!”
“That's what?” Sanzo snapped. “What're you talking about, asshole?”
Gojyo strode back over the bridge and hauled Goku to his feet.
“There!” he crowed, pointing at the front of Goku's pants. “Hakkai said it - the priestess doesn't like members of our gender! He's hard! I noticed it earlier when you guys were seeing to that thigh wound."
Gojyo grinned and slapped Goku on the back.
"Kudos, kid - that's some staying power you've got there! The ladies are gonna love you.”
Suddenly the prospect of life as a toad began to have its charms.
"It can't be that," Goku mumbled, doing his best to conceal his obvious erection.
Gojyo turned to Hakkai.
“You hard?”
Hakkai's mouth twisted in embarrassment.
“Um, well, no.”
“Nor am I! And we all know Sanzo's too soft between the legs to manage a stiffy,” Gojyo laughed.
Sanzo's eyes narrowed.
“After we've saved Goku, you're dead, jerkwad.”
Gojyo laughed again.
“Talking of jerkwads ...”
Everyone looked at Goku.
“NO!” he wailed.
“I'm afraid you're going to have to,” Hakkai smiled apologetically.
“Close your eyes and think of Sa ... shimi,” Gojyo suggested with a wink.
“Do it,” Sanzo ordered.
Goku turned to him imploringly.
“Aw c'mon Sanzo - there must be somethin' else I can do.”
“Yes,” Sanzo agreed grimly. “You can develop webbed feet and a warty skin.”
Goku hung his head.
“Okay,” he said miserably, “but you guys have to go away, right?”
“Hell, we weren't planning on watching!” Gojyo exclaimed and slung his arm around Hakkai's shoulders. “We're not perverts! ”
“Of course you need some privacy, Goku,” Hakkai agreed, but his brow was furrowed. “However, you're injured and your chi is very low. I don't think it would be wise to leave you entirely alone. One of us should stand guard ... at a discreet distance, obviously.”
There was a long, awkward silence.
“Fine,” Sanzo grunted, at last. He tossed his cigarette end onto the ground and stamped it out. “I'll do it. You two get up to the temple and let them know we're going to need a curse reversing.”
“Right-o!” Gojyo replied with a leer. “I'll sweet-talk the lovely priestess for you.”
Sanzo ignored him.
"Hakkai - take care of it.”
Hakkai nodded and he and Gojyo set off in the direction of the temple which stood at the western edge of the village, silhouetted against the darkening sky.
Sanzo turned to Goku.
“You've got five minutes.”
Cheeks burning and toes curling, Goku swallowed hard.
“I-I'm gonna go over there by those trees, okay? You stay here.”
Sanzo gave him a weary look.
“Just get on with it. And don't forget to clean yourself up afterwards.”
As Goku picked his way across a patch of long grass and thistles towards the shelter of a line of willows, he realized he'd never felt less like jerking off in all his life. Once in the shadows, he unzippered and glanced down hopefully at his dick. It really ought to be wilting. But it wasn't. Damn. It was all Hakkai's fault. If only he hadn't asked Sanzo to press the edges of Goku's wound together so that he could stitch it up, Goku's entire blood supply wouldn't have decided to rush south.
Well, there was only one thing for it.
Goku leant back against the nearest tree trunk, wrapped a determined hand around himself and started pumping. An electric trickle ran up and down the length of his dick and he felt it pulse and strain against his palm. He pumped harder and the tickle built to a throb. Yeah, that was it. Goku closed his eyes, concentrating on the heat and the pressure of his own hand.
Just a little quicker, for a little longer ... He didn't want to keep Sanzo waiting.
Breathing heavily, he fisted himself harder, faster. Low in his belly, pleasure simmered. He picked up the pace, willing the little bubbles of excitement to swell and break. Sweat began to gather on his forehead and his wrist started to ache but, beyond the pleasing sensation of warmth and motion, there was nothing. No thumping heartbeat, no gasping for breath, no crashing release.
What the heck?
“Aren't you done yet?” Sanzo yelled from his position near the bridge. “Fuck, Goku - get on with it!”
“I-I'm ... almost there!” Goku lied.
Sanzo made no reply, so Goku screwed his eyes shut again and returned to the task in hand but after another couple of minutes tugging and pulling, he was still nowhere near coming.
All of a sudden, he heard the crack of a twig nearby. His eyes flew open.
And there was Sanzo, rolling up to his sleeves and striding purposefully towards him.
“S .. anzo?”
“Shut up.”
Goku couldn't have kept talking even if he'd wanted to. Sanzo's hand caught him full in the chest and forced him back against the tree. And his other hand was ... oh, gods ... Goku's knees trembled and he gave a shuddering moan as the pleasure that had been lurking just beyond his reach came rushing in on him. Sanzo was ...
... electricity
... irresistible
... a dazzling light
... heaven.
Goku heard himself cry out and his body went limp as quake after quake shook his world.
Some time later, he was vaguely aware of his pants being zipped back up and of being pulled away from the support afforded by the tree.
“You've got six minutes,” Sanzo was telling him. “Six minutes to get to the temple and de-cursed. Move, moron!”
Oh. Yeah. Right. Decursed. Goku didn't want to be a toad. He couldn't imagine Sanzo ever doing what he'd just done to Goku to a toad - and Goku wanted more than anything for Sanzo to do it to him again.
He started running.
Reaching the far side of the bridge, he turned back to see if Sanzo was following but the priest was still where he'd left him.
“Sanzo!” Goku shouted back to him. “Aren't you comin' too?”
“Soon,” Sanzo promised.
It was only when he was kneeling before the temple altar with the priestess whispering the Reversal Spell's magic words over him, that Goku realized Sanzo's voice had sounded, well, kind of funny.
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