Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Familiar Bonds ❯ Part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Familiar Bonds

Part 2

A fanfiction by Sumeragi Sakura

Nothing beat the peaceful hour of the early morning. It was the time when you could lazily snug back into the warm bed, clinging close to the soft sheets. It was when you could take the first sip of your morning cigarette in bed, just feeling comfortably drowsy. It was when you could just laid back, enjoying the soundless start of a new day without having the guilt if you shut out any problems of the world out of your snug, little bedroom.

It was when I realized that an arm was pressed against my waist, in a silent embrace, tight and warm. I glanced to the other side of my bed. There I found, wrapped with blanket and bed sheet, a familiar figure with spiky, brown hair and a naked shoulder.

Son Goku laid face downward in my bed. His eyes were blissfully closed. His lips were partially opened, occasionally letting out soft gurgling sounds like a baby would do. His hair fell down on his face, completely covering his magical tiara out of sight. His shoulder rose and sunk in a slow rhythm, a peaceful sign that he was in a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

I took another sip of smoke, not letting my eyes off his sleeping figure.

Ch', how did I end up bringing him into my bed?

I was weak, that was the reason. Ever since I met him for the first time in the rocky mountain, I had to admit my weakness against him. It was as if I was changing into someone else, someone who could be tolerant enough with his incredibly troublesome nature. Someone who ached inside every time his face twisted with sadness. Someone who cared enough to take him into bed and made love with him.

I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. Damn it! Made love? When did I start making love with anyone? An anonymous voice crept up its way into my head, with Goku, it was always making love. I snorted. The voice was probably my own subconscious, regaling itself with the prospect of torturing me with this emotional storm.

Making love with Goku? Hmph, I snorted again.

The first time we did it, it was my symbolic act to claim him, body and soul. To show him who was the master. But lately, the sex lost its usual roughness. Or maybe it was me who lost my roughness. I had grown to treat him gently and lovingly…..

I stopped myself from thinking further. Lovingly?! I never loved. And never would. Not to anyone else, even to Goku. I was the one who could never trust any other humans, how could I think about loving others?

I had sipped my cigarette down to the very butt in my personal fury. With an upset snort, I tossed the cigarette butt across the room, to let it fell crumbling to the earthen floor. Why was I feeling this angry? Over something as trivial as this?

"Sanzooo….?" A weak, hoarse whisper sounded from beneath the blanket.

Son Goku raised his sleepy head. His eyes blinked, trying to snag back all of his composure. He failed. He was always too sleepy when he woke up, to regain all of his consciousness immediately. He yawned, he yawned like he never yawned before, then plunging his drowsy head onto my naked chest.

"Ohayou, Sanzoooo…..," I heard him mumbling incoherently.

I stroke his hair with my left hand, while my other hand reached for another fresh cigarette. He was purring contentedly, like a kitten being stroke on its neck beside a warm fireplace.

He raised himself, nuzzling my neck with his moistened lips. I laid back in silent, eyes half-lidded, unconsciously enjoying the way his lips touched my skin. He traced a trail on my neck to my chin with his lips, going up to my lips and kissed them gently. I let him do it. I let him savoring my lips and licking my tongue, before he thrust his tongue inside my mouth. I let him took me. I was feeling too lazy to move, to hazy to lead.

His tongue caressed mine in an insatiable hunger. It was as if my tongue was the only thing that would keep him alive, that would help him survive the day. His arm pulled my body tight against his, all warm and tingling. I could feel his need evaporating through his entire skin.

To think that it was only last night that I rammed him into oblivion, and he was still this needy in the morning…..

"What time must you go to your service, Sanzo?" he whispered in my ear, voice filled with urgent needs.

"Not until a few more minutes."

"That'll do."

He shifted his kisses downward, toward my heaving chest. I laid back and just enjoyed the way he licked my nipple with his wet tongue. He licked it, made a hot trail around it and sucked it. The limped flesh in my groin jumped up to life. I let a hiss escape my lips. He continued to ravish the hard nipple on my chest, while raising his hand to the other one and kneaded it gently.

I could never have enough of him, of his touch, of his sloppily licking tongue. I watched him suckling on my nipple like a candy, with a head dim with haziness. Every lick he made sent a vibrating shiver down to my groin, feeling it throbbed with a needy ache.

I sipped another smoke from my cigarette. Ch', for someone who had been deprived of any sexual life for five hundred years, this brat was surely good with his tongue.

When I felt my nipples were hard enough they started to hurt, he moved his attention downward. He dipped his tongue in my navel, suckling it so intently until I forgot how ticklish it felt. I instinctively opened my legs, letting his body slid in between them. He cast a smile at me, as if telling me he understood my need.

He bowed his head between my legs. He sent little kisses on the inner part of my thighs, sending more jolts to my throbbing arousal. I watched him calmly, trying to hide my impatient excitement under a cold expression on my face. I sipped another smoke, and watched him nuzzle his nose against my balls.

He kissed them, suckling on them with wet, moist sound that made my stomach shivered. He used his tongue to lick the soft area between them and the shaft, making a hoarse groan escaped my lips without my realizing it.

"Ungg…Sanzoo….., you smell so good…," Goku murmured in my groin.

I felt stiff. Very, very stiff. Another touch of his tongue would have been enough to make me explode. But I fought the aching, throb in my arousal. And I fought the impatient groan waiting to be let out in my throat.

Damn it! All he did was kissed me, licked me and sucked me. And I felt like I almost ready to burst! But I wouldn't let him know that I felt this way. I was not going to show him how much I enjoyed what he was doing to me.

I was not going to show my weakness to him.

But I almost lost my mind when he ran his tongue from the base of my shaft to the very tip, in a deliberately slow motion. I swallowed hard. I even stopped smoking my cigarette. I managed to fight back the urge to throw my head backward and just groan. I did let my face winced a little, as I had to do something or else I would surely gone mad.

"Mmmm…, Sanzooo….," Goku murmured again, sending his voice vibrating on my arousal.

I took another sip of smoke.

My face started to flush.

He dipped his tongue into the moist slit on the head, teasing with the sensitive skin there. Then he lapped his tongue on the head, putting it into his mouth and rolled it there. Five hundred years imprisoned in a rocky cave, how did he learn how to do it?

It felt incredibly good. I laid back on the headboard, feeling contentedly excited. What an excellent way to spend my free hour in the morning.

When he started to suck my whole length and pumped it upside down, I didn't have room in my head for anything else. Just the flaming sensation burning in my aching arousal. He sucked, and sucked, and sucked. And I was fighting with my own lungs, trying to tell them to breathe.

I forgot about my dignity. I threw back my head to the headboard, gritting my teeth so hard I thought they would break. I would not moan, I would not groan, I heard myself chanted those words in my head. Letting Goku to see how I enjoyed his mouth had been mortifying, letting him to see another weakness out of me would be totally out of the question.

I would not moan.

I would not groan.

I moaned when he started to knead my balls while pumping my shaft with his mouth.

I groaned when my shaft began to throb uncontrollably in his mouth.

I almost screamed when I felt my groin burst in the ultimate pleasing sensation a human body could ever feel.

Almost.

I didn't, though.

He raised his head from between my legs, hand wiping his moistened mouth. A boyish grin cracked on his mouth. I wiped the sweat away from my forehead, trying to ignore the annoying grin on his face.

"You haven't return my good morning greeting, Sanzo," he said, still with the impish grin.

I thrust the butt of my cigarette on the ashtray, put on the table next to the bed. I got off the bed, still naked and spent, and walked to the chamber door to get my morning gazette. I took the gazette to the table near the window, along with the breakfast tray.

I seated myself comfortably, under the sunlight, reading the gazette.

Goku jumped off the bed too. He stretched his naked body with a growl. The sunlight that seeped through the curtained window bathed his lithe figure, showering him with golden spectrums of glitters. I secretly, and silently, stole a glance at him.

That body, so young and statuesque under the sunlight. If only I had enough time before the morning service to……. I shook my head. I began to eat my pathetic rice and veggies breakfast instead.

"Mou," Goku whined. "Isn't there any other food in this temple that is not vegetable?"

"Shut up and just eat your share. Lucky for you the temple still want to feed you with something."

He threw himself on my lap, sniffing at the food on my plate. I cursed, more because of the friction he made of our naked bodies, than surprised. He picked a strand of vegetable, smelled it and made a face. He threw back the vegetable on the plate.

Great. Now my breakfast, already lame and pathetic before, was ruined.

"Ugh…., I can't eat this….," he complained.

SMACK! I hit his head with my holy fan.

"BAKA! Don't play with other people's food with your dirty hand!"

He turned his face to meet mine, dangerously slow. A devilish smirk was cast on his lips, which made me leaned back with caution. What was that smile?

"Dirty, isn't it, Sanzo?" even his voice was suspiciously calm. "Don't you remember where had this hand went before?"

I paled, remembering what we had just done before. I don't blush. Not occasionally, though. And right now was the rare occasion when I felt my face burning with shame.

"Ju…just eat it! I lost my appetite already. I'll go take a bath…"

I could still hear his amused laugh when I disappeared myself into the bath chamber. That damn brat! How could he….

I blushed again.

Never mind. I didn't have too much time before the morning service. I had to take a bath, to cleanse my body from the sinful act I did with Goku a while ago. I turned the stone faucet on, letting the holy water, from the holy river that ran through the temple ground, kept in the temple's reservoir, to flow into the stone bath tub. It didn't take a long time for the water to fill the tub.

I entered the sweet-smelling water and sunk my body in it. Aaah…it felt so good. The water just flew around me, cleansing my skin, caressing every crevice on my body. It untied every knitted knot of muscle, soothing every exhausted nerve in my body.

Aaah…kimochi na…

Nothing beat the bath in the free hour of the morning.

SLAM! BANG!

"SANZO-SAMAAAAA!!"

The door to the bath chamber was banged open. Enter into the chamber, Ho Tze, with his fluttering orange robe and twitching brows. He was panting from the run he made to my chamber. But he was also growling in anger.

"SANZO-SAMAAAA! That brat…..! That…that brat, Goku…he…..HE CLIMBED THE HOLY TREE AND ATE THE FRUIT!"

He was going to shriek another angry words, before he realized I was staring at him with my most deadly glare. He paled, stuttered and retreated from the bath chamber, after informing me that he would wait for me in the hallway.

I pinched the bridge of my nose with frustration. Again.

Dear me…, when would a monk like me ever have his peaceful morning?

The holy tree grew in the open yard, in the middle of the temple complex. Its large branch and dense leaves served another purpose, as to bring a shade of coolness into the yard. The fruits, big, juicy lump of sweetness served as a tribute in holy ceremonies.

The tree had grown in the temple yard for as long as I could remember. It had already been there since the first time I served here as a Sanzo. It seemed to easily live and grow, even under minimal grooming. The priests who took charge of the tree regularly had only watered the tree. They never fertilized it with anything except for prayers and holy talismans. It was a tree respected by all the monks and considered as a sacred thing.

It was the same tree Goku climbed upon and feast on the fruits. I couldn't believe my eyes. The baka saru was sitting on one of the thick branches of the tree, blissfully eating the sacred fruits. His face was cheerful. He was humming in contentment.

I just left him for not more than five minutes for a bath and he already managed to make some mischief?!

And this was not just some mischief. It was sanctity of the sacred tree he disgraced. No wonder Monk Ho Tze was infuriated.

Hell, forget about Monk Ho Tze.

I was infuriated.

I stomped all the way to the tree, staring up to the happily humming Son Goku. I produced my holy fan from underneath the folds of my robe and threw it up there. It hit Goku's head in a perfect thud, before flying down again right into my arm.

"ITEEEEEEE……," screeched the impertinent monkey.

"BAKA SARU! Get your ass down here!" I yelled angrily at him.

A few monks who gathered around me winced at my choice of words. I could see that Yu Men was there too. He looked amazed, staring at Goku with a bewildered expression on his young face.

Ho Tze was howling furiously behind me.

"Sanzooo, why did you hit me like that?" Goku whined.

I gritted my teeth. "BAKA! Get down here! What are you doing eating the sacred fruit?!"

"I'm hungry…."

"It doesn't mean you can eat the fruit! Get down here or I'll throw the fan again!"

He made a face. He pouted sullenly. He gloomily climbed down the tree and stood in front of me with slumped shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Sanzooo…."

SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"BAKA! You always say you're sorry! But you never stop doing it!"

"But I'm hungry!"

SMACK!SMACK! "It serves you right, saru!"

"You don't have to hit me like that, Sanzo! Isn't that a holy fan you're using to hit me!"

"Shut up! Don't tell me what's holy and what's not! You just disgraced the holy tree!"

"I said I'm sorry…"

Yu Men laughed. His soft laughter carried into the air, stopping me from hitting Goku's head again. It also stopped Goku from whining. We turned to stare at him with blank expression on our face. He raised his brows, startled to realize he was receiving such attention.

"I'm sorry, Sanzo-sama, I didn't mean to be rude," he said with a polite smile. "It was interesting to see you scowling Goku. You never look so….energetic before."

I frowned. What did he mean by that? I wanted to ask the question, but Ho Tze already cleared his throat, in a way that told us that he wanted attention.

"Excuse me, Sanzo-sama. Now that the problem had stopped, we had to go inside the temple to do our morning service."

I acknowledged him. I gave Goku another hit in the head before I followed the man into the temple.

"Stay in my room and don't do anything else," I hissed at the monkey.

I stopped in front of Yu Men. He bowed his respect to me, without having the smile lifted off his face.

"Keep an eye on him. Guard my room. Don't let the brat get away," I ordered him.

He bowed again, lower this time. Somehow, I felt I might be able to trust this young monk. Maybe this morning, I might do my service with a slightly lighter heart. Only a slightly.

The morning service went rigid. Most of the tension was, predictably, coming from monk Ho Tze. I somehow felt he was staring at my back with a rather strong furious glare. He didn't like me, that I had no surprise in finding out. But ever since I brought Goku into the temple ground, his hatred at me grew invariably deeper. That was understandable. It was Goku I was talking about here.

I sighed. The little brat. Why did I took him in the first place? I could just leave him there, alone in the rocky prison. I could, with my power, just ignore his nagging calling bouncing around in my head. I could, with my gun, clicked the trigger and saw him perish before my eyes. Just like that.

But I didn't.

I just didn't.

And this frustrated me. Now, after I took him in and after he caused a lot of troubles, I still didn't throw him out. I still let him whined and cry his way out of my reprimands.

And what we did last night…and this morning…..

Monk Ho Tze cleared his throat. Clearly to everyone in the room, I was lost in thoughts and stopped my chanting. I didn't realize it. Damn it! Now he even infiltrated my head during my service.

Only with a great, focused concentration and a greater will, I managed to survive the morning service. That was hard. That, somehow, tripled the energy I used in my regular service. Feeling very exhausted, I planned to postponed today's public service to tomorrow. I would retreat to the meditating room alone.

But even that, I couldn't seem to do. Monk Ho Tze stopped me before I could leave the room. The look on his face was solemn, which only told me that trouble was at bay.

"What is it?" I asked gruffly.

"The board of the monks will be holding a meeting in the Lotus room. Your presence there is needed, Sanzo-sama."

I frowned. "A meeting? I didn't hear about any meeting will be held."

"It's quite sudden."

"May I excuse myself? I'm feeling rather exhausted. I wish to spend my day in the Meditation room."

"I'm afraid I can't let you excuse yourself. Because, you see, Sanzo-sama, the meeting is very much concerned about you. It's about Son Goku."

Here we go. I knew, sooner or later, this would come up. After the kitchen incident yesterday and the tree this morning, yes, I thought today would be the perfect time for them to hold this kind of meeting. I wanted to sway my way out of this by telling him that I really have to go to the Meditation room.

But, on second thought,….. what the hell.

Let them come at me. I pretty much predicted what they were going to say. They had been talking about this behind me. They thought I didn't know. I was a Genjo Sanzo, damn it! I wasn't an idiot.

I took a deep breath and let Ho Tze led me to the Lotus Room.

On to Part 3

Author's Note: As always, reviews will be gladly welcomed! ^___^. Give me anything, good news, bad news, I'll take them all.

Wow…. second chapter. I wasn't planning for this to be a multi-chaptered fic. But if I don't divide it into multi-chapters, you all are going to be sick and bored from reading such a lo~o~ng fic. Don't worry, I'm getting somewhere here.

For those who read "The Beginning of the Journey", you might find that this sequel has a rather different air, different atmosphere. Well, I'm trying to portray Sanzo's quiet life in the temple being disturbed by Goku's troublesome nature. I have to change the way I write it a little, to get the atmosphere of the fic that I want. I'm sorry if this sequel isn't any better than its predecessor. ^___^.

I hope you still want to continue to read to the end, though. ^__^.