Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Rain Fell ❯ Silver Rain Fell ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

:: Silver Rain Fell ::

Gensomaden Saiyuki

Disclaimer: I don't own Gensomaden Saiyuki, which rightfully belongs to Minekura Kazuya.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Goku/Sanzo

Warnings: lemon, yaoi, mild language, possible OOCness

Notes: I present to you, not an uke!Sanzo fic, but a seme!Goku fic. There's a difference; trust me. ^^; Because... well... Sanzo is *always* uke to everyone but Goku, and I find that just plain weird. Just because Goku's younger? My personal feelings are that neither is in control of this relationship. Or rather, both are in control and neither is letting the other have more of that control than them. Make sense? No? E-mail me and we'll talk about it. ^^;

But seriously, this is more against the uke!Goku fics than the seme!Sanzo fics. Over 90% of the uke!Goku fics has him acting like this... this *female*. And while I have nothing against females, being one myself, I do have something against Goku being portrayed as one when he's nothing of the sort in the actual series.

Bottom line? A seme!Goku fic has spawned. I'm joining Abelle-san in the uprising of... uh... non-uke!Goku fics. ^^; Yeah, that's it...





He wasn't in the mood to see anyone, much less talk or listen to them. That was why his light was off. That was why he was lying down on the bed-- not really in, since he wasn't under the covers. That was why his eyes were shut. That was why he feigned sleep even though the silver rain pouring outside made him involuntarily twitch, made him want to scream curses at the dark rolling clouds. And really, if it wouldn't have made him appear any less dignified that he already did, he sure as hell would have screamed those curses for the whole world to hear.

So it wasn't surprising that when his bedroom door creaked open he found himself shifting slightly, still feigning sleep. He purposefully made sure to place his arm closer to his head. At the same time his hand was inching toward the paper fan he had hidden beneath the pillow earlier. Even without opening his eyes, even without the heightened senses of a demon, he could easily figure out who the intruder was. The intruder was trying to be quiet but failing miserably, so he obviously wasn't another assassin. The footsteps were far too light to be Gojyo or Hakkai. Even if it had been one of them, Hakkai would have knocked before entering and Gojyo would have been a bit more stealthy.

That narrowed it down to only two possibilities: a stalker or his so-called pet saru. When the intruder bumped into something and yelped, quickly muffling the sound and turning it into a string of barely audible curses, there was no doubt left in his mind as to who dared disturb his "sleep."

After all, Goku was the *only* one with the audacity to even try to pull a stunt like this-- and more than twice, no less.

His fingers brushed the end of the paper fan. The edge of the bed sank as another person's weight was slowly added on to it. His fingers were curling around it. He was ready to bring it up swiftly and suddenly, prepared to completely knock the boy off the bed. The hand pinning down his wrist before he could even get a solid grip admittedly took him by surprise, as did the voice that followed the action.

"C'mon, I know you're not sleeping... are you, Sanzo?"

Thunder crashed, distant but obviously audible. Sanzo opened his eyes, staring up at the boy hovering over him. Perhaps on anyone else it would have been a glare, but he knew full well that Goku was too used to his facial expressions to be able to tell one from the other. Not to his surprise but much to his annoyance, Goku suddenly grinned.

"I know what you're thinking," he said softly, his voice lilting with a childish sing-song tone.

Sanzo's eyes narrowed. "And I know what you're thinking. Bakazaru."

"That's good." Relief touched the boy's features. "That makes it easy for both of us."

Sanzo said nothing, but he didn't push the boy away as he once would have done. Perhaps a while ago he would have cursed and beaten him over the head with his infamous paper fan. Perhaps back then he would have driven the boy out of the room with insults and death threats. Perhaps he would have... back when Goku was a child. In every physical sense he was not; he was physically a young man, now nearly twenty years old, still small for his age but built with lean, powerful muscle. Even with the boyish face it was becoming easier to see traces of an adult in him.

Mentally Goku was a child-- or he had been. He seemed to be gradually maturing, though he had yet to shed the naivety and innocence he seemed to unconsciously -- and quite stubbornly -- cling to. He was the same Goku as always... only a little different. The slow changes were both off putting and appealing, and *that* was why Sanzo had always had a difficult time fighting the boy off.

Nothing was rushed, despite the fact they had done this several times. Neither man was in a hurry to delve into the more exciting part of what was inevitable to come. The first kiss was barely even that, just a simple and brief contact of lips. Goku's elbows rested beside Sanzo's head, his eyelids half open as he smiled lazily at his keeper.

The second kiss could properly be called a kiss; Goku's lips descended on Sanzo's, landing with a firm, sure pressure. The hand that had been pinning Sanzo's wrist down slowly snaked upward, twining their fingers together. Once again Sanzo showed no signs of rejection. It was hard to reject something that didn't quite feel perfect, but it felt so far from being wrong. Once their hands were linked, Goku was going to have a hard time letting go-- and at night, when it was just them and no one else would witness the joining, Sanzo didn't mind at all.

Gradually the kisses became longer, losing the sweetness in favour of a more tangy flavour. Sanzo's eyes remained closed for the entirety of the change, not seeing anything but the blackness behind his eyelids, not hearing anything but the soft noises the brunette was making in the back of his throat, not feeling anything but the fingers tightening in his hand and the wet heat of the young man's mouth and tongue.

He only opened his eyes when Goku pulled back. The boy was panting softly, his warm breath washing over Sanzo's face. The blonde monk watched, expressionless, as Goku licked his lips and grinned. With a soft thud, their foreheads made contact. Their gazes never wavered, both content to lie there and see who was going to react first. After all, neither one was known for their patience, and it was always interesting to see who made the next move. It was never the same person. This time it was Goku, and already Sanzo could foresee the outcome of this night.

Completely bypassing the blonde's mouth, Goku moved downward to his throat. He pressed his lips down beneath Sanzo's jaw, pausing to feel the older man's pulse beating. Sanzo stared up at the ceiling, half of him determinedly patient while the other half struggled not to turn the young man atop him over, pin him down, and molest him instead. Goku had the infuriating notion that taking his time was somehow more rewarding, and each time Sanzo grew too impatient to remember how accurate that assumption was.

Goku's tongue flicked out over the pulsating vein, trailing down pale skin and to Sanzo's collarbone. How amusing and convenient; apparently Sanzo had grown so used to the nightly visits that he hardly even bothered to dress for bed. Smiling against his lover's throat, Goku nipped at the skin before sliding down further. His hand slipped from Sanzo's grasp. His leg intentionally shifted between Sanzo's, purposefully pressing against the older man's crotch. A quick shudder shot through Sanzo's body. The hitch in his breath was unmistakable.

Still, it was going to take a lot more than that to get Sanzo to even open his mouth to ask for anything more. He was too damned stubborn-- and Goku was quickly learning exactly how to deal with that.

One thing he had learned was that Sanzo didn't really care to practice foreplay, but he sure as hell didn't seem to mind it being practiced on him. Goku nuzzled the man's chest, placing the occasional kiss here and there, occasionally letting his tongue out to taste his skin. Somehow that mingled with the faint saltiness of Sanzo's sweat was almost as good as anything he could have eaten.

Sanzo's hand rested almost lazily on Goku's arm; Goku doubted he even realized what he was doing. Fingers tightened on his arm as he finally drew his kisses over to Sanzo's nipple, licking it once before he began to gently suckle. He listened to the muted sounds his keeper made, each small noise reaching his ears and sending a pleasant shiver through his own body, sparking various little fires from his chest to his groin.

Fingernails bit into his skin, making him wince. Goku tried to put the pain out of his mind, instead adjusting himself again. He settled his stomach between the man's legs, where Sanzo's arousal was becoming rapidly apparent. Goku's hand slid down the blonde's body. He had to put his weight onto his other arm to keep a sense of balance as his free hand reached the beltline of Sanzo's pants-- which, annoyingly enough, he still decided to wear. Just to make Goku that much more irritated, he was sure.

Thunder crashed outside, closer than the last one they had heard. Both men stilled momentarily, frozen in time with the blinding lightening that accompanied it. Slowly the light seemed to fade, and only when it was gone, only when they felt safe shrouded in their darkness, did they continue.

Goku unzipped the man's pants, pausing to fondle the straining erection inside with his newly acquired skills. Sanzo stiffened beneath him. There was a rustle of sheets as he grasped at the covers; a stinging sensation where nails gone too long unclipped dug into the brunette's flesh. The pain was minor, but still pretty uncomfortable. Goku shook his arm to loosen Sanzo's hold on him.

"Hey," he said quietly, finally drawing Sanzo's violet-coloured eyes to his face. "That hurt."

Sanzo said nothing. Goku hadn't really expected him to, anyway.

Shrugging slightly, Goku lowered his head. The fingers easily manipulating the man's erection to full hardness slipped away to deal with his pants. That didn't mean Sanzo was left unattended to, of course, because Goku's mouth took up the job his hands had left.

It was hard not to cry out as his cock was slowly enveloped with the heat of Goku's mouth. Goku took him in slowly, only going down as far as he could without choking himself. He paused for a moment, rubbing his tongue against the hardness in his mouth. This time Sanzo *did* cry out, though very softly. It still gave him a satisfying thrill of pleasure to hear it, the exquisite sound of near complete surrender.

Meanwhile, Sanzo had switched his grip from the young man's arm to his hair, gripping the thick, tousled locks in a vain attempt to somehow quell the cries working their way to his throat. He touched something metallic and unnaturally cold under the boy's hair and was careful to grasp only above the line. He didn't want something unspeakable to happen because of his carelessness...

His head fell back, his neck arching toward the ceiling as he relived the impossibly incredible sensations Goku had bestowed upon him more than once before. Why was this the one thing he couldn't build a resistance to? He could ignore the seductions of any lovely, buxom young lady; he could temporarily ignore the pain of a wide open, bleeding wound in the midst of battle until he finished what he wanted to accomplish... but he couldn't even begin to quell the erotic pleasure Goku managed to unleash on him.

Even though he knew it was coming, a growl of protest slipped from the depths of Sanzo's chest as Goku abandoned his slickened hard-on, drawing his tongue over the tip to have a final taste of the bitter fluids leaking out. Sanzo's hand didn't leave the boy's hair, even when Goku looked up at him. The young man smiled slightly, his golden eyes probing for permission.

"Ne, Sanzo... can I?"

Pale fingers tightened in the brunette's hair, pulling him up for a rough kiss. The contact was bruising and painful, but nowhere near unpleasant. Goku moaned, desperately trying to keep hold of his dominant position even as he responded with an equally ungentle force. Neither was too skilled or graceful in the art they practiced, but neither lacked the necessary emotions needed to draw the most pleasurable sensations from the action, either.

Sanzo roughly turned Goku's head to the side, leaning up to kiss him beneath his ear, nipping the flesh there and causing the lean body to shudder against him. He could feel Goku fumbling for the nightstand beside the bed, clumsily pulling the drawer open and rummaging one-handed through its contents to find what he was looking for. A curse escaped the young man's lips, only to be replaced with a pleased purr as Sanzo continued to kiss him. The distraction didn't do much good in actually distracting Goku, but the shifting of Goku's still mostly-clothed body against his; the soft whimpers and moans helped to keep Sanzo aroused and interested.

A small triumphant exclamation sounded; Goku seemed to have found what he needed. Reluctantly, Sanzo loosened his hold and watched him sit back. Even in the dark he could see that Goku's face was flushed; his eerily golden eyes were bright and heavy-lidded with lust, mingled with something a little deeper, a little more intimate than that... something Sanzo couldn't bother to place his finger on at the moment.

Goku had to squirm around a lot to finish removing Sanzo's pants -- a task that had been left undone -- and then to unbutton his own. He kicked them off viciously, letting them land only the gods knew where in the room. He looked ridiculous with his shirt still on, but Sanzo simply snorted and chose to keep his amusement to himself.

Goku frowned, hovering a good few inches over Sanzo's face. "Sanzo?"

Violet eyes betrayed nothing, neither refusal nor acceptance. It was up to Goku to interpret it correctly. If he didn't, both knew that the night would be over before it started, and if he did... well.

Brown hair tickled Sanzo's face as Goku leaned down, tenderly brushing his lips over his keeper's. He continuously teased him this way, one hand on the bed beside Sanzo's ribcage and the other on the older man's thigh. His fingers danced over the pale skin, closer and closer to the heated desire between Sanzo's legs. Feather-like touches drew a throttled moan; Sanzo muffled sound by jerking Goku's head down and kissing him thoroughly. Goku's eyes clenched shut; his hand briefly tightened on Sanzo's leg before moving away. He had to tear his lips free to pull back, balancing precariously over the blonde man as he desperately fumbled with the object in his hands, cursing the damned cap for not twisting off.

Sanzo took the brief moment of distraction to congratulate himself on having the foresight to keep something like this with him at all times; a simple bottle of hand lotion, one he had bought but rarely and only used when his hands became unbearably dry. It tended to happen in the desert, especially since that seemed to be their frequent road.

Growing both bored and impatient with Goku's clumsy and slowness, Sanzo reached between them and intentionally brushed his palm over the young man's erection. Goku gasped, his head falling automatically forward. He nearly lost his balance, but somehow, incredibly, managed to stay upright. Still, Sanzo got the reaction he wanted; besides, it wouldn't do to be completely submissive, would it? It would most definitely have ruined his image, not to mention felt uncomfortable. Neither man seemed fit to play the submissive role, and so both simply took turns playing the dominant one, never calling the other weak or amenable. It was an unspoken, mutual agreement that had been made long before their emotions had been acted upon sexually.

When Goku stopped shaking so much, he only managed to half glare at the blonde man. Sanzo felt his lips twitch into his first conscious change of expression. He almost smirked.

Goku nudged his legs with his arm and Sanzo obediently drew them up. He knew what would happen, and despite how odd it may have seemed to anyone that didn't know them, it wasn't the first time *this* had happened. He didn't start when a warm, lubricated finger made its way inside of him. He did draw a sharp intake of breath but forced himself to relax. Breathe deeply. Relax. He had gone through this before.

Goku's eyes narrowed on concentration, the gold irises hidden beneath thick eyelashes that were not, despite how they were described, effeminate. Goku was in no way "pretty," though certain things about him could be described as lovely, such as the bronze colour of his skin, the unbarred emotions that showed through clearly in golden eyes, the pleasantly soft texture of his rumpled hair. Somehow he could possess these traits without coming off as feminine in any way.

Goku was unnaturally gentle when it came to this, unnaturally cautious, because it had been ingrained into him for as long as his memory went back that the last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt Sanzo. So the blonde man was feeling relaxed by the time the second finger worked its way in, and then a third. There were brief flashes of pain, but Sanzo was used to pain; he could ignore that easily. Besides, it was the wonderful, white-hot feeling of flames licking at his body that was impossible to pretend wasn't there.

At last Goku finished preparing his lover, lubricating his trembling hands with the lotion and this time slickening his erection. Unlike Sanzo, Goku had very little shame left in him (if there ever had been any in the first place) and so didn't bite back the whimpers and moans that betrayed his ever-heightening lust.

He leaned back over his lover, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Even now he was asking permission, though he chose not to say anything this time around. Sanzo, who had quickly losing his impatience, gave up letting the stubbornly naive young man try to figure it out on his own. He gave a single short nod.

Sheets rustled as both shifted into slightly awkward but efficient positions. Already Goku's breathing was beginning to sound ragged. Sanzo's eyes closed briefly and he cringed unintentionally when Goku's cock was positioned at his entrance.

The next crash of thunder seemed to shake the whole room. Goku's fists balled as he clung to the sheets at Sanzo's sides, trying to keep his eyes open despite the sweat rolling into them. White light followed the thunder a few elongated seconds later. As if that was the motivation he needed, Goku slid inside of his lover, crying out at the enveloping heat, unable to keep his eyes open a second longer.

He was shaking horribly, but that was far from a sign of weakness. Rather, Sanzo knew that Goku was simply overwhelmed by the intense sensations. No amount of practice seemed to have toned that down, because it happened to both of them every single time.

"Sanzo," Goku whispered hoarsely, nuzzling his lover's throat as he slowly grasped a hold of his emotions again. The name spilled from his lips, almost a chanted prayer, maybe a wish, and then he slowly drew back before plunging in again. Both men cried out; Goku's hoarse voice easily carried over his lover's smooth tenor. "Oh, gods... Sanzo..."

Sanzo groaned in response, pulling the brunette down by his shirt to kiss him with surprising gentleness. The kisses trailed from Goku's mouth, across his face, to behind his ear again. For some reason Sanzo enjoyed those whimpers and cries just as much as he enjoyed being this intimate with Goku-- and only Goku. The idea that Goku was his, the idea that he was just as much Goku's, appealed to him, somehow made the whole sexual experience that much more enthralling. Now he could feel his lover's heart beating rapidly against his chest, his breathing deep and uneven.

With a strangled groan, Goku managed to wriggle back, trying to set a gentle rhythm they could fall into. Somehow it didn't work out that way; both men found themselves touching the other, drawing more erotic sounds from their lover's mouth. Goku's thrusts were uneven and hard, but pleasurable all the same. There was no grace in their lovemaking, simply unleashed passion that didn't require anything but raw emotion and need.

Somehow Goku's fingers found his again, grasping at his hand desperately. Goku hit something deep inside of him, the place that was hard to reach but could sense a thousand aches of pleasure rippling across his body. His hand grasped at the brunette, not realizing that when he jerked Goku down for a brutal kiss that he was hurting the boy. Goku made a small noise of protest, but otherwise didn't complain and allowed Sanzo to take over the kiss. The blonde thrust his tongue into the younger man's mouth, concerned only about intensifying the friction between them in any way possible. His hips jerked up, knees braced on either side of Goku. He whispered something into the young man's mouth, something eerily similar to Goku's name. Goku was used to hearing the murmurs. Sanzo's head thrust back into the bed, a half-choked cry tearing from his lips as he finally hit his peak, spilling hot, white fluid in between their bodies.

"*Sanzo*!"

Goku cried out breathlessly, half of the sound disappearing into Sanzo's mouth. He clung tightly to Sanzo's shoulders, clenching his eyes shut as his pleasure continued to elevate higher and higher and higher... up to the breaking point where he finally screamed something incoherent and breathless, his head bowed so that his hair brushed Sanzo's chest as he rode out the intense orgasm.

He stayed like that for a moment, hovering in the air, trembling as weakness began to seep into his body. When it overpowered him, he gingerly pulled out of his lover and somehow managed to land on his side. His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath. He couldn't see anything; couldn't force himself to use the energy it would take to open his eyes. He fell asleep quickly from sheer exhaustion, and no doubt Sanzo did the same.

Sanzo awoke a couple hours later. It was still dark, but it would soon be dawn judging from the faint purple in the sky. The sheets -- and Goku -- were clinging to him, sticky on his body and almost uncomfortable. How the sheets had come to cover both of them, he had no idea. He knew sheets could be kicked aay during the night, but he'd never heard of them being kicked *on*.

It was too early to even try to wonder how it had happened. Sanzo closed his eyes and willingly drifted off again.

When he awoke the second time, Goku was wide awake. The hotel room was bathed with reds and oranges, highlighting the face that had been impossible to see outside of the black and blue hues of the night before. Wordlessly, Sanzo brushed brown hair from Goku's eyes, his fingers grazing across the golden diadem that rested snugly on the so-called demon's head.

Goku smiled. "Morning."

"Hm," Sanzo muttered, which was about as close to a 'good morning' as Goku was going to get. Sensing this, the brunette lapsed into contented silence. The next few minutes were spent lazily; Sanzo absently brushing back the boy's hair, Goku resting his arms on his lover's chest, his chin settled atop them.

The reds and oranges soon faded in favour of brighter colours. The darkness that had shrouded the room and its secrets the night before had all but fled in their sleep. It was right about then that both of them knew Goku should leave.

Goku sighed, pushing himself up so they could share their last kiss. Both were too tired to summon up the energy to do more than engage in brief, feather-light kisses, gently teasing with the tips of their tongues. It was the final tender moment to end a whole night of amazing events.

Reluctantly, Goku pulled back and rolled off the bed. He retrieved his discarded pants and slipped back into them, walking out the door without so much as a backward glance. It didn't irritate Sanzo at all; after all, they would see each other along with their companions in a short while. Why bother looking back? Goku was slowly growing out of the habit of constantly checking to make sure Sanzo was there, not because he was growing independent, but because he was growing confident, placing more trust in both of them than he could afford to before.

Quietly, Sanzo shoved the sheets aside, intent on taking a bath. He paused to pull on a fresh pair of pants and somehow ended up glancing out the window. Remnants of the silver rain clung to the glass and the plants outside. This close to the window he could catch the heavy scent that always lingered after rainfall, drafting through the cracks between the wall and wooden panels. Even the smell of rain could put him in a bad mood.

For once, he was too content to care.