Service, (Saiyuki [Sanzo/Gojyo], NC-17)
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kinkfestTitle: Service
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: handjob, blowjob, sex
Word count: 1,488
Prompt: Saiyuki, Sanzo/Gojyo: Ancient Egypt - "Kneel before your master, dog."
Roasted ibis was placed before him and Sanzo plucked a piece from the plate, taking a moment to savor the succulent meat before he dipped his fingers in the water offered by a servant. This latest feast was replete with all the fineries of the Upper Houses.
Pretty young men and women danced a haunting ballad to the tune of several lutes – and one of the foreign slave dancers caught his eye.
Their gazes crossed and the slave danced toward him, thrusting his hips side to side in a mesmerizing twirl of movement before he ended in a back-bend.
The slave’s hair had a faint scent of incense when he leaned in close and the body oil that shined on his skin made Sanzo’s mouth water.
When the music ended the dancer came behind him and began to massage his shoulders.
“You’re tense, my Lord,” the dancer said.
“These affairs grow tiresome after a time,” Sanzo said. “Mayhap we can retire to a private room. I admire your physical skills and wish to see a demonstration, away from the eyes of the rest of the party.”
“You waste little time, my Lord,” the dancer bowed.
Sanzo took the extended hand, signaled to one of his men, and walked the corridors of the Master Scribe’s household.
“You are a slave?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“What is your name?”
“Gojyo.”
“You may call me Master. I’ve made arrangements to purchase you. You’ll accompany me to my estate tonight. Though,” he turned on the slave and pinned him against a pillar, “I may be apt to change my mind should you not please me.”
“You’ll not change your mind.”
Sanzo kissed him, grinding waist against Gojyo’s thighs. An oiled leg rubbed against his and a delicate foot rubbed up and down his calf. Sanzo pulled him into a nearby chamber, drawing the curtains behind them. A smile widened on his face when Gojyo pushed him down and spread his legs, moving his tunic up to his waist.
“I’ve always wanted to taste the divine,” Gojyo murmured into the crevice of Sanzo’s inner thigh, his breath hot against skin.
Sanzo hardened as Gojyo’s hand wrapped around his length. He arched back when Gojyo fondled his balls, rolling them in his palms before he moved up the shaft. He groaned when Gojyo rubbed his tip.
“You oil yourself, Master?”
Sanzo managed a nod.
“Permit me to do that task from now on?”
“Yes,” Sanzo said through gritted teeth. He gasped when Gojyo took him into his mouth, writhing at the wet heat. Teeth gently touched his length and he was taken deeper. Gojyo’s cheeks flexed with each suck, tongue pressing around the shaft until Gojyo pulled back to launch another assault, with focus on the tip.
Sanzo released and sank into the chair, the urge to harden again at the edge of his senses as he watched Gojyo lick his lips.
A discrete voice from behind the curtain brought him back to the evening. “The festivities are moving, my Lord. We should head back to our household.”
Sanzo shifted his tunic down and stood, lifting Gojyo by the chin to stand, claiming him with a kiss – tasting himself in the process.
The guard cleared his voice. “My Lord?”
Sanzo stepped away from a breathless Gojyo and pulled back the curtain. “We’re coming.”
When they arrived back to estate, Sanzo showed Gojyo to the adjacent quarters of his chamber. “You’ll sleep here for now. The servants will call on you in the morning to prepare my bath.”
“A pleasant evening to you then, Master.”
Sanzo nodded and retired to his chamber, falling into a contented sleep.
Morning arrived with the smell of fresh pomegranates. They were sliced and waiting at his bedside. He savored their fleshy taste and carried the plate to the bath chamber.
He watched Gojyo bow along with the other servants. He nodded and beckoned Gojyo to him. “Open your mouth.”
Gojyo obeyed and closed his eyes when a slice of pomegranate was placed on his tongue. His mouth closed around Sanzo’s fingers and he suckled them before Sanzo pulled away to place a gentle hand on his cheek. Gojyo’s eyes twinkled in amusement and he licked the juices from his lips. “Thank you, Master.”
Sanzo handed the plate to a servant and held out his arms.
Gojyo took his time undressing Sanzo, taking care to settle him in the baths.
Sanzo sighed in contentment at the warm water that was trickled over his body. When he was properly cleansed, he allowed the other servants to pat him dry before he nodded to Gojyo.
He sprawled on a divan and languished in the attention paid to his muscles as they were rubbed with oils. Strong hands massaged sore muscles, draining the tension from his body.
Sanzo relaxed against Gojyo’s chest, gasping as dexterous fingers closed around his length. He panted as Gojyo slathered the oil, groaning as his pace quickened. He released into Gojyo’s hand, pleased that the man stayed with him until he regained his senses.
Sanzo rose and extended his arms, clothing and jewelry placed carefully onto his body. He watched Gojyo wash his hands and motioned him over.
“Come; let us go for a walk in the gardens.”
Gojyo smiled and bowed his head.
They walked to the courtyard, crossing its sand swept expanse in companionable silence.
“Master Sanzo! Master Sanzo!”
“What?!” He thumped the boy on the head.
“Oww!! Hey! Why are you so mean?”
“Why do you have to be so loud, Goku?”
“I’m hungry,” the boy said.
“You just ate,” Sanzo said, noting an empty food basket.
“Well, the monkeys just got some fresh bananas and I thought that maybe I could – hey, who’s he? Why does he smell funny?”
“At least I smell nice,” Gojyo said, “you smell like a monkey, Monkey.”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Monkey.”
“Master Sanzo, he’s picking on me!”
“Actually, I’m rather fond of the nickname…”
“Master Sanzo!”
“Could you all please exercise a measure of calm?” A priest walked into the courtyard, hands clasped in prayer. “The gods will grow a headache from this verbal madness.”
“Brother Hakkai,” Sanzo said, “you’ve managed to escape the bonds of Imhotep?”
“Bonds? What god is into that?”
Sanzo raised an eyebrow at Gojyo’s question.
“I serve Imhotep, a God of Healing,” Hakkai said, crossing his chest with reverence. “I heal the sick and pray for the health of our realm. If my dear brother would tame his penchant for wildness, he might be invited into the temple.”
“I’m a priest of the people,” Sanzo said. “Temple be damned.”
“You are lucky that you are one of the god’s chosen,” Hakkai said. “Uttering such would be considered an act against the priesthood.”
“Don’t get me started on the gods,” Sanzo said. He grabbed Gojyo by the arm and they spent the day wandering the gardens, talking of their lives, physical attraction building. Losing track of time, they watched the sunset together.
They walked back to Sanzo’s chambers and Gojyo splayed himself on the bed. Its wood and woven reeds dug into his skin.
Sanzo kissed him and pulled back, closing his eyes when Gojyo traced the kohl around his eyes. The wig was pulled from Sanzo’s head and Gojyo ran his fingers through his hair.
Sanzo pressed his lips to Gojyo’s palm, kissed the pulsing vein, and trailed his tongue up to the vein in Gojyo’s neck. He nipped at the studs that lined Gojyo’s ears before he whispered, “Hakkai says that the heart speaks through your pulse.”
“Is that so?”
Sanzo’s gaze lingered between Gojyo’s thighs. “Yes.” He caressed Gojyo’s length, taking pleasure in the way Gojyo moaned. He slid a slick finger between Gojyo’s taut muscles, moving it in all the way to his knuckle. Gojyo writhed beneath his touch and Sanzo teased the man’s nipples as he wriggled his finger.
Removing his finger, he guided in his length pushing forward slowly, taking his time to feel the muscle flex around him. Without warning he thrust forward and Gojyo cried out. Sanzo pressed forward to kiss him; their teeth clacking together as they hungrily kissed each gasping breath. Pain rang in his teeth and gums, but that was secondary to the sensations he felt below the waist. He shifted forward and back, each thrust deeper than the previous. His balls made wet slaps against Gojyo’s skin, the oil enhancing each push.
Sanzo released into Gojyo, collapsing onto his chest - the added weight causing Gojyo to orgasm. Sanzo rolled to his side, limp from the effort. He rested his head on Gojyo’s chest, possessively holding onto him.
“Were you pleased, Master?”
“Yes,” Sanzo said. “Did you feel the divine?”
“More than you know,” Gojyo murmured. “Your body is a temple of which I will make offerings.”
Sanzo chuckled. “Are you prepared to make daily offerings?”
Gojyo answered his question with a kiss.
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References:
Hart, George. Ancient Egypt.
Hayes, Michael. The Egyptians.
Johnson, Paul. The Civilization of Ancient Egypt.
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: handjob, blowjob, sex
Word count: 1,488
Prompt: Saiyuki, Sanzo/Gojyo: Ancient Egypt - "Kneel before your master, dog."
Roasted ibis was placed before him and Sanzo plucked a piece from the plate, taking a moment to savor the succulent meat before he dipped his fingers in the water offered by a servant. This latest feast was replete with all the fineries of the Upper Houses.
Pretty young men and women danced a haunting ballad to the tune of several lutes – and one of the foreign slave dancers caught his eye.
Their gazes crossed and the slave danced toward him, thrusting his hips side to side in a mesmerizing twirl of movement before he ended in a back-bend.
The slave’s hair had a faint scent of incense when he leaned in close and the body oil that shined on his skin made Sanzo’s mouth water.
When the music ended the dancer came behind him and began to massage his shoulders.
“You’re tense, my Lord,” the dancer said.
“These affairs grow tiresome after a time,” Sanzo said. “Mayhap we can retire to a private room. I admire your physical skills and wish to see a demonstration, away from the eyes of the rest of the party.”
“You waste little time, my Lord,” the dancer bowed.
Sanzo took the extended hand, signaled to one of his men, and walked the corridors of the Master Scribe’s household.
“You are a slave?”
“Yes,” he replied.
“What is your name?”
“Gojyo.”
“You may call me Master. I’ve made arrangements to purchase you. You’ll accompany me to my estate tonight. Though,” he turned on the slave and pinned him against a pillar, “I may be apt to change my mind should you not please me.”
“You’ll not change your mind.”
Sanzo kissed him, grinding waist against Gojyo’s thighs. An oiled leg rubbed against his and a delicate foot rubbed up and down his calf. Sanzo pulled him into a nearby chamber, drawing the curtains behind them. A smile widened on his face when Gojyo pushed him down and spread his legs, moving his tunic up to his waist.
“I’ve always wanted to taste the divine,” Gojyo murmured into the crevice of Sanzo’s inner thigh, his breath hot against skin.
Sanzo hardened as Gojyo’s hand wrapped around his length. He arched back when Gojyo fondled his balls, rolling them in his palms before he moved up the shaft. He groaned when Gojyo rubbed his tip.
“You oil yourself, Master?”
Sanzo managed a nod.
“Permit me to do that task from now on?”
“Yes,” Sanzo said through gritted teeth. He gasped when Gojyo took him into his mouth, writhing at the wet heat. Teeth gently touched his length and he was taken deeper. Gojyo’s cheeks flexed with each suck, tongue pressing around the shaft until Gojyo pulled back to launch another assault, with focus on the tip.
Sanzo released and sank into the chair, the urge to harden again at the edge of his senses as he watched Gojyo lick his lips.
A discrete voice from behind the curtain brought him back to the evening. “The festivities are moving, my Lord. We should head back to our household.”
Sanzo shifted his tunic down and stood, lifting Gojyo by the chin to stand, claiming him with a kiss – tasting himself in the process.
The guard cleared his voice. “My Lord?”
Sanzo stepped away from a breathless Gojyo and pulled back the curtain. “We’re coming.”
When they arrived back to estate, Sanzo showed Gojyo to the adjacent quarters of his chamber. “You’ll sleep here for now. The servants will call on you in the morning to prepare my bath.”
“A pleasant evening to you then, Master.”
Sanzo nodded and retired to his chamber, falling into a contented sleep.
Morning arrived with the smell of fresh pomegranates. They were sliced and waiting at his bedside. He savored their fleshy taste and carried the plate to the bath chamber.
He watched Gojyo bow along with the other servants. He nodded and beckoned Gojyo to him. “Open your mouth.”
Gojyo obeyed and closed his eyes when a slice of pomegranate was placed on his tongue. His mouth closed around Sanzo’s fingers and he suckled them before Sanzo pulled away to place a gentle hand on his cheek. Gojyo’s eyes twinkled in amusement and he licked the juices from his lips. “Thank you, Master.”
Sanzo handed the plate to a servant and held out his arms.
Gojyo took his time undressing Sanzo, taking care to settle him in the baths.
Sanzo sighed in contentment at the warm water that was trickled over his body. When he was properly cleansed, he allowed the other servants to pat him dry before he nodded to Gojyo.
He sprawled on a divan and languished in the attention paid to his muscles as they were rubbed with oils. Strong hands massaged sore muscles, draining the tension from his body.
Sanzo relaxed against Gojyo’s chest, gasping as dexterous fingers closed around his length. He panted as Gojyo slathered the oil, groaning as his pace quickened. He released into Gojyo’s hand, pleased that the man stayed with him until he regained his senses.
Sanzo rose and extended his arms, clothing and jewelry placed carefully onto his body. He watched Gojyo wash his hands and motioned him over.
“Come; let us go for a walk in the gardens.”
Gojyo smiled and bowed his head.
They walked to the courtyard, crossing its sand swept expanse in companionable silence.
“Master Sanzo! Master Sanzo!”
“What?!” He thumped the boy on the head.
“Oww!! Hey! Why are you so mean?”
“Why do you have to be so loud, Goku?”
“I’m hungry,” the boy said.
“You just ate,” Sanzo said, noting an empty food basket.
“Well, the monkeys just got some fresh bananas and I thought that maybe I could – hey, who’s he? Why does he smell funny?”
“At least I smell nice,” Gojyo said, “you smell like a monkey, Monkey.”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Monkey.”
“Master Sanzo, he’s picking on me!”
“Actually, I’m rather fond of the nickname…”
“Master Sanzo!”
“Could you all please exercise a measure of calm?” A priest walked into the courtyard, hands clasped in prayer. “The gods will grow a headache from this verbal madness.”
“Brother Hakkai,” Sanzo said, “you’ve managed to escape the bonds of Imhotep?”
“Bonds? What god is into that?”
Sanzo raised an eyebrow at Gojyo’s question.
“I serve Imhotep, a God of Healing,” Hakkai said, crossing his chest with reverence. “I heal the sick and pray for the health of our realm. If my dear brother would tame his penchant for wildness, he might be invited into the temple.”
“I’m a priest of the people,” Sanzo said. “Temple be damned.”
“You are lucky that you are one of the god’s chosen,” Hakkai said. “Uttering such would be considered an act against the priesthood.”
“Don’t get me started on the gods,” Sanzo said. He grabbed Gojyo by the arm and they spent the day wandering the gardens, talking of their lives, physical attraction building. Losing track of time, they watched the sunset together.
They walked back to Sanzo’s chambers and Gojyo splayed himself on the bed. Its wood and woven reeds dug into his skin.
Sanzo kissed him and pulled back, closing his eyes when Gojyo traced the kohl around his eyes. The wig was pulled from Sanzo’s head and Gojyo ran his fingers through his hair.
Sanzo pressed his lips to Gojyo’s palm, kissed the pulsing vein, and trailed his tongue up to the vein in Gojyo’s neck. He nipped at the studs that lined Gojyo’s ears before he whispered, “Hakkai says that the heart speaks through your pulse.”
“Is that so?”
Sanzo’s gaze lingered between Gojyo’s thighs. “Yes.” He caressed Gojyo’s length, taking pleasure in the way Gojyo moaned. He slid a slick finger between Gojyo’s taut muscles, moving it in all the way to his knuckle. Gojyo writhed beneath his touch and Sanzo teased the man’s nipples as he wriggled his finger.
Removing his finger, he guided in his length pushing forward slowly, taking his time to feel the muscle flex around him. Without warning he thrust forward and Gojyo cried out. Sanzo pressed forward to kiss him; their teeth clacking together as they hungrily kissed each gasping breath. Pain rang in his teeth and gums, but that was secondary to the sensations he felt below the waist. He shifted forward and back, each thrust deeper than the previous. His balls made wet slaps against Gojyo’s skin, the oil enhancing each push.
Sanzo released into Gojyo, collapsing onto his chest - the added weight causing Gojyo to orgasm. Sanzo rolled to his side, limp from the effort. He rested his head on Gojyo’s chest, possessively holding onto him.
“Were you pleased, Master?”
“Yes,” Sanzo said. “Did you feel the divine?”
“More than you know,” Gojyo murmured. “Your body is a temple of which I will make offerings.”
Sanzo chuckled. “Are you prepared to make daily offerings?”
Gojyo answered his question with a kiss.
--------------------------------------------
References:
Hart, George. Ancient Egypt.
Hayes, Michael. The Egyptians.
Johnson, Paul. The Civilization of Ancient Egypt.
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