Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Sun Ray Visit ❯ Sun Ray Visit ( Chapter 1 )

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

Sun Ray Visit


Gojou laid atop Sanzou, deep into a new passionate kiss. How things even escalated from a fight to this is still a mystery. Right now, what the fight was even about was another mystery! Both young men were stark naked, and both a few sheets to the wind. Gojou, feeling the overwhelming need to fuck the daylights out of this asshole monk, reached down to begin the appropriate preparations for one he figured had no experience. He slipped his finger inside, surprised to find absolutely no resistance. He then slipped another finger inside, horribly excited to hear the deep moans of the Sanzou under him. Again no resistance. Gojou stopped his rabid kisses and looked down at the flushed sanzou-monk.

"Sanzou-sama. Is there something I should know?" Gojou looked into those cold, hard violet eyes only to have them shut to him. Sanzou scowled, like this was something new?

"Shut up and go on with it already." Gojou shrugged and did what he was told. But, as Gojou was inches from being pleasantly inside his goal, he was flipped onto his back with a strong force. The bed bounced with the weight shift and creaked appropriately.

"Ah! Sanzou-sama! What're you.." Gojou trailed off and contented himself to shut up and enjoy the show. Genjou Sanzou, in all his glory, sat stratleing Gojou's waist. Sanzou's member hard and throbbing just in Gojou's reach, he resisted the urge to do daring things to him, for now anyway. Sanzou gazed down at Gojou, his dark violet eyes turned pale by way of a glint off the full moon just out the window. Gojou put a hand on that smooth, fair skinned chest and marveled at how his tanned hand contrasted in the dim light. Sanzou maneuvered himself so that his entering was in line with Gojou's hardness.

"Sanzou-sama?" Gojou looked up at him questioningly.

"I want full control over what you can do. Is that a problem?" Sanzou challenged him. Gojou just shook his head. He figured as much. And this way Sanzou can't say later that he was taken advantage of. Not that this prideful guy would admit to any of this ever happening anyway.

Sanzou reached behind him. He grabbed Gojou's cock in one hand, and his knee in the other to study himself. Gojou instinctively raised his knees and waited. Sanzou, skillfully mind you, slipped the hard member into himself and sat down on the shaft. Gojou's head flipped back onto the bed and his back arched. He sucked in a breath at the same exact time that Sanzou also arched his own back and settled himself into his situation. Both of Sanzou's hands were rested behind him on Gojou's knees. Gojou calmed back down and reveled in the feeling of being inside that semi-tight opening. He wanted to move, but fingernails dug until his knees when he tried. Gojou began to whine quietly, his head tossing to the side. He looked back up at Sanzou, his slanted eyes half closed and peering down at him.

"You look pathetic. Don't you have any control." Sanzou stated, not really a question per say, besides, he already knew the answer. Hell no. Gojou began to growl low in his throat.

"Move now, or I will fucking rape you until you go blind." Sanzou, face half hidden in shadow, smirked. He then began to move, slowly, so slowly that it was bittersweet agony on both accounts.

Gojou, anxious to get him moving faster, decided to take matters into his hands. His left end was positioned at the small of Sanzou's back. The soft delicate skin made slippery by sweat. He lightly dug his own nails into the skin as Sanzou proceeded to do to his damn knees. With Gojou's free hand he reached between them and took up Sanzou's pulsating extremity. He completely enfolded the base of it with his hand and jerked up. Sanzou, surprised by this change of events, looked down at himself in what could only be explained as wonder. He stopped his movement almost instantly. Gojou jerked a few more times and fondled the tip with this thumb, flicking the eye of said appendage. Sanzou levitated only a few inches up from the base of Gojou's shaft.

He allowed Gojou to play for a few more seconds then dropped, unannounced, letting himself become filled once again.

"Sanzou-sama..." Gojou breathed.


When it was all over Sanzou climbed off of Gojou, breathless and his heart pounding.

"Get out." Sanzou said, looking out the window. Gojou laid there and tried to study his breathing. In between breaths he muttered an answer.

"Can't." Sanzou looked at the redhead, instantly pissed.

"What!?" Gojou moved his eyes but kept his body completely still. He was purposely trying to push the envelope. All that moved was his chest, still racked with raged breaths.

"Can't move." Sanzou reached past him to the gun on his nightstand. He pulled back, one leg placed in between Gojou's two. He placed the pistol under Gojou's chin and cocked the trigger.

"You're gonna move, and your gonna get the fuck out." Gojou felt the tip of the pistol push his head up. He carefully picked his words, though he knew that Sanzou would never truly kill him. He's had too many chances before, and never went through with it.

"I would, believe me. But, I seriously can't move. Oi, Sanzou, I want to touch your face but..." Sanzou looked into his eyes, knowing full well the intentions of his bedfellow. He laid the gun on Gojou's chest and took his hand. Lightly he touched that hand to his cheek and kissed the palm. He kissed down to the wrist and lightly grazed it with his teeth. Gojou noticed how white those teeth were, hardly even stained by the cigarettes that he smoked daily. Sanzou then laid down onto Gojou's arm. Gojou sighed.

Suddenly frustrated, Sanzou raked his nails over Gojou's chest and sat up on his left elbow. He looked bad at Gojou. Sanzou turned onto his side away from Gojou, his head still on Gojou's arm. Gojou, forgetting his rouse of not moving, turned onto his side and put his arms around the monk.

"I thought you couldn't move." Gojou looked down at the blond head under his chin. Shit, he thought. He buried his face in that hair and smelled the incense that always seemed to cling to it.

"Can't I just stay a little while? Please?" Gojou whined. Sanzou grew more impatient. He was tired and sticky with sweat and other bodily fluids. And he also knew that Gokuu was bound to visit his room soon, like he did just about every night.

"No, damnit! You have to leave. The baka saru and Hakkai... I... could never..." Sanzou flinched at his own words, "...live with myself if the saru found out about this..." Gojou, still protesting, had been gliding his now perfectly capable hand on the soft chest of the monk. He glided his hand over Sanzou's neck and followed his jaw line to the corner of his mouth. Sanzou, still vaguely unsatisfied, willingly took that finger into his mouth and suckled lightly to it. Gojou rolled his eyes into the back of his head and moaned. He then collected himself enough to question Sanzou.

"Don't tell me, you and Gokuu are...?" At this Sanzou bit said finger, hard. In fact, he drew blood and the copper taste lingered on his lips. Gojou winced and pulled his hand away.

"Shut up, idiot. Now get the fuck out."

"What about Hakkai? At least tell me that isn't possible." Sanzou looked out the window at the dew collecting on the glass. He wasn't about to disobey Hakkai's wishes and tell Gojou. Gokuu had a good idea as to what him and Hakkai did behind those closed doors, but they for the most part kept it quiet. Sanzou knew about Hakkai and Gojou. He even knew the seme-uke orientation. Hakkai had told him everything, whether he wanted to know or not.

"Of course not. Now get out before I really do shoot you." Sanzou, now completely impatient with Gojou, kicked him off the bed and he hit the hardwood floor with a thud.

"Ow." Gojou muttered. Sanzou, ignored him. In fact, he was suddenly dead to the world. Gojou watched from the floor as the bitchy monk curled up into a 'naked sanzou ball', shivering with the lack of a blanket.

"Oi, Sanzou-sama. You are such a fucking jerk." Sanzou twitched at the sound of his name, but that was about it. Gojou gave up. He stood, stark naked, and began to feel around in the dark for his clothes. He found his pants and underpants quickly, it was the last article to be tossed aside. He slipped them on and fastened them quickly, noticing another pair of black pants laying next to him on the floor. He picked them up by the waist and shook them out. Gojou looked over at the peacefully sleeping sanzou-houshi and back at the pants. He then folded them up neatly and laid them on the chair next to the bed. He then went to search for his shirt, finding it quickly. Good thing it's white, he thought.

"Now for Sanzou-sama's shirt... it's black... damn, where could it be?" He whispered to himself. Gojou saw, somewhere in the middle of the room, a white and somewhat gray object laying on the floor. He went and picked it up, it was the sultra. From atop the sultra fell a black shirt. Ahh, I see, he thought. He folded them both up and placed them on the chair with the pants. The kimono was easy, it was white with a designed sashing, he quickly found it and shook the dirt from it, as he knew Sanzou would insist upon. He then laid it over the back of the chair and proceeded to go for his jacket by the far wall. He slung it on his shoulder and began to walk for the door. Suddenly he stopped, turned around, and walked back to the bed. He bent over the sleeping sanzou and kissed his hair. He then pulled the covers over the 'sanzou-ball' and whispered in his ear.

"Sweet dreams, Sanzou-houshi-sama." Sanzou scowled in the cover of his long hair as another kiss was placed on his ear.

Gojou straightened out again and began to leave. When he got to the door he hesitated on the handle. He could feel a familiar youki on the other side of the door. It's just as Sanzou feared, he thought, Gokuu is right outside. Gojou, slowly opened the door, expecting one of two things. Either a sleeping saru or one about to attack. He found neither on the other side of that hardwood door.

"Are you done?" A half awake Gokuu sat in the chair by the balcony, leaning onto his nyubou. Was he thinking it was a struggle? Gojou thought. Or maybe... Gojou pushed the thoughts away and decided to play it cool. Gokuu's face was half covered in shadow, there was no way to read what he was really thinking.

"Done what? We were just talking..." Gokuu stood, his staff still in hand.

"Bull shit. I heard everything. I'm not stupid, Gojou." Gojou suddenly became very annoyed, he was far to tired to deal with this kid. He began to say something but was quickly stopped when Gokuu pushed past him into the room and slammed the door shut.



Gokuu shut the door heavy behind him, all to sure that if Sanzou had been asleep, that now he would be awake. Gokuu half expected a gun to be pointed at him, or a pillow thrown, or something. But nothing stirred in that bed. He's faking it really well this time, Gokuu thought. He slid down the door onto the floor. He sat there hugging his knees and trying to hold back his tears. Sanzou heard his half-choked sobs. He fought the urge to lift his head and make sure it really what the saru. Instead he waited until Gokuu said something. Gokuu pulled himself together and looked around the dark room his golden eyes quickly adjusting. He saw the clothes folded on the chair next to the bed, and the blond head sticking out the top of the blankets. He could see Sanzou's sides rise and fall with his breathing. Gokuu took a breath and spoke.

"Sanzou? Your awake, aren't you? Ne, Sanzou." Gokuu looked pathetic at him, like a child unsure if their parents were even alive. He heard a rustle in the blankets and watched as Sanzou shifted onto his back so as to look at his saru.

"Baka saru. What are you doing here, sitting in the dark so quietly. Turn on a light." Gokuu reached for the switch above his head, filling the room with a harsh yellow light. Gokuu rubbed his eyes and squinted at Sanzou.

"I had a bad dream, and I couldn't find Hakkai. Besides, it concerns you, Sanzou." Sanzou looked coldly at him, Gokuu's chibi face stained with tears shed perhaps an hour ago. His eyes glistened with new ones yet to be spent. Gokuu was shaking again, just as he had been when he woke up from this dream earlier. Sanzou's expression suddenly softened.

"You look really shook up. Was it truly that bad?" Gokuu, a little surprised at Sanzou's unexpected concern, began to shake even more. He blinked and the tears over-spilled onto his cheeks and he quickly whipped them away. He nodded and then looked away, burying his head back into his knees.

"Gokuu." Sanzou said with a strict tone to his voice, Gokuu's head snapped up and he saw Sanzou beginning to sit up.

"Hai!"

"Close your eyes and don't open them again until I say so."

"Hai!" Gokuu quickly squeezed his eye shut and covered them with his hands. Sanzou threw the covers aside and stood, naked and still slightly sticky. He crossed the room to the wash basin on the dresser. He quickly cleaned himself up and then looked for his clothes, he was a little surprised to find them neatly folded on the small chair at the foot of the bed. So that was what was taking Gojou so long to leave, he thought, a little thankful for the convenience. He crossed back over to that side of the room and started to put his pants and t-shirt back on. As he dressed he noticed that everything still smelled like sex. It made his nose flare and his stomach turn at the memory. He went to the nightstand where his gun still rested and found his cigarettes hidden under the harisen. He shook one out of the pack and trapped it in between his lips.

"Sanzou?" Gokuu said when he could smell the burning tobacco from the lit smoke. Sanzou lit a stick of incense that had somehow been snuck in amongst his things.

"Yeah yeah, open your damn eyes already." He turned around and looked at the saru who was curled up into a mound on the floor. Gokuu dropped his hands to his knees again and looked up at Sanzou, those tears still fresh on his face.

Sanzou took a drag on his smoke and then put it out, he then walked over to the poor saru. He knelt down in front of him, not sure how much emotion to show. When he was young he never allowed himself to be comforted, not even when his master was killed right in front of him. He didn't know how to comfort anyone, he didn't know what to say to make that wetness leave those golden eyes. Sanzou leaned forward and touched his forehead to Gokuu's, he noticed the boy was warm. Did he have a fever? Or did he just cry himself this warm? Sanzou wondered. Gokuu gasped quietly, not knowing if he was allowed to move from this or not.

"Sa-Sanzou. U-um." Sanzou didn't move.

"You're so warm. How long have you been waiting to speak with me? What was this dream that was so horrible?" Gokuu sighed and decided that he was going to move. He folded his legs under him and leaned into Sanzou, his head on Sanzou's shoulder. Sanzou instinctively wrapped his arms around the saru. He may not have comforting experience, but he did often hold Gokuu like this. When no one was there to see him do it, he would lie in bed with the saru and hold him close as one would a child.

"Please, chibi saru. Tell me." Gokuu had chills go down his back at this. Sanzou had only started calling him this after the day that Sanzou was almost killed by a spear through his chest. Gokuu himself doesn't remember it, but he overheard Gojou and Hakkai talking about Kanon making a visit down from heaven. First she replaced the diadem on Gokuu's head, then used Gojou to transfer blood that had been lost by Sanzou's wound. Hakkai had said that she had called him Konzen-houshi. An old name, one that sounded oddly familiar to Gokuu, one that had a weird connection with the nickname 'chibi saru'. But pieces of that puzzle were still missing.

"It started like this: I awake from sleeping on the floor and you are standing at a window with your back to me. I call your name but you don't answer. I stand up and walk over to you. I put my hand out to touch your shoulder and all of a sudden, without any warning at all. You are gone and a youkai stands in your place!" Sanzou stopped him.

"What does that youkai look like?" Sanzou closed his eyes so as to picture the story Gokuu was telling.

"Um, well, he had yellow eyes like me only they were really scary. And he had really long brown hair. He was a little taller than me and looked quite dangerous. He growled at me and then when I tried to run away he tackled me..." Gokuu paused for a breath, he was starting to breath very quickly and shallow. Sanzou squeezed him tighter to tell him that he wasn't in that dream but there with him. Sanzou thought of the description of the youkai, he knew damn well who it was, it was Gokuu without his diadem. He himself had stared strait into those empty golden eyes, he himself saw the heretic as they may have seen him over 500 years ago down on earth.

"Then what happened. Gokuu..." Gokuu looked up at Sanzou's calm face and continued.

"Like I said, he tackled me and I was sprawled out on the floor. I think it was white marble, or maybe red. Well at some point it turned red none the less. The youkai started to rip my body to pieces. And I didn't die, I just kept watching him rip out my intestines and feed upon them. It wouldn't stop, no matter how much I begged and pleaded. Then, when I thought I was finally going to die, shackles clamped on his hands, ankles, and neck and a gunshot blasted his head open. It splattered all over me. Then all of a sudden the blood was gone, and you were standing in front of me again. With your hand out to help me up. But you were dressed all funny. And your hair was really long, and a shade or two lighter. It looked so light, it was almost as if it was spun from sun rays." Gokuu stopped again and ran a hand through Sanzou's hair, examining the texture of it, watching as each strand seemed to reflect the light differently. Sanzou pushed his head up against Gokuu's hand, Gokuu cupped Sanzou's cheek in his palm.

"That is strange. Is that the end of the dream?"

"Well, technically yes. But there is something else. That man, with the hair like the sun, I have seen him other times too. And he isn't you, I know he isn't you. I know he isn't because sometimes he seems happy." Sanzou's eyes snapped open and he refrained from smacking the shit out of the saru.

"What is that supposed to mean!" Gokuu, a little surprised at his reaction, tried to pull away. Sanzou held him tighter.

"San-zou! Let me go..." Sanzou refused, and Gokuu gave in. Gokuu was sitting up on is knees now, Sanzou laid his head on the boy's chest and listened to his heart beat. Gokuu, not knowing what else to do, placed his hand back on the side of Sanzou's head and leaned his head down to kiss him. He carefully laid the kiss in Sanzou's hair and then sank back down.

Sanzou lifted his head and looked the boy strait in the face. Gokuu, still half asleep, close his eyes and his lips parted slightly. Sanzou didn't even think twice. He leaned into the saru and kissed him. Gokuu didn't resist, instead he started to kiss back. It felt good to him, it made him feel warm inside. Sanzou let his tongue slip inside the kiss and it was greeted by Gokuu's own. Only a moment passed until the kiss was over. Both of them sat holding each other and breathing deep, heavy breaths. In-out, in-out, in-out.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to do-" Sanzou began to whisper.

"Don't worry about it. I was hoping you would." Gokuu whispered back. Gokuu continued with his story about the man.

"Do you remember, those times that my diadem broke?" Sanzou nodded into Gokuu's shoulder. "Well, I had seen him right before I blacked out. It's like he is hiding just under my eyelids, waiting for me to find him. Ne, Sanzou, have you ever heard of Konzen-houshi?" Gokuu tilted his head so as to look at Sanzou.

"It sounds vaguely familiar. Why?"

"Where? Where have you heard it?" Gokuu pulled away again and looked into Sanzou's face. His expression urgent and distressed.

"Where? I think that was the name of a person who lived in heaven. I think he was involved in the conflict of which sealed you in that cave. What the hell is this all of a sudden?" Sanzou demanded, feeling annoyed once again.

"Hakkai and Gojou. They were saying it. That one day, when Kanzeon revived you. The first time my diadem broke. Remember? Well, you wouldn't remember that part, but that's not the point! Kanzeon, she called you Konzen-houshi! Hakkai said so! I, you-- um..." Suddenly, completely over taken with emotion, Gokuu lost his train of thought. Sanzou, annoyed by this outburst, covered the saru's mouth to keep him from going any further.

"I don't care, what was in the past is in the past. So shut up about this Konzen. I don't care." Gokuu breathed through a flared nose and tried to shake the hand free. Sanzou slowly dropped his hand from Gokuu's mouth. Gokuu tried to start up again but he was stopped again. Sanzou had leaned forward and kissed him once more, this time it was far more passionate. Gokuu melted into the kiss and turned into a form of goop in Sanzou's arms. He forgot what he was talking about.

Sanzou stood and took the saru with him. Together the walked to the bed and Sanzou sat him down, finally calmed. Sanzou walked to the door and turned out the lights, when his eyes readjusted he walked back to the bed and crawled past Gokuu to the side closest to the window. Gokuu laid down next to him and snuggled up to Sanzou's front. Sanzou pulled the covers over them.

"Gokuu. I am sorry about making you wait for so long. Gojou should have left long ago. It's my fault." Gokuu mumbled something incoherent into Sanzou's chest, it sounded similar to "s'okay". Not long later they both fell soundly asleep. Gokuu softly snoring with his mouth hanging wide open and Sanzou with a soft expression mirroring something of the child he had once been in the former Sanzou's care.



Gokuu felt as if he was floating in a bath of pure white light. It danced before his eyes lids like a flame on a candle stick. He could hear the voice already. It echoed from some far away tunnel.

"Gokuu-chan!" It called his name, a little boy's voice. Filled with concern and worry.

"Who's there?" It was the same each time, the voice, the sunlight, the fear, the dread, it was the same each damn time!

"Gokuu-chan! You promised me...!" Gokuu felt the same chills slide down his back. He promised? Promised what? To whom?

"Gokuu-chan... I miss you so much..." The voice trailed off to the end and Gokuu's eyes opened finally.

In front of him was the image of a boy in a gray kimono. 'It's gray because my father hates the colour. so I like it.' The memory flashed in his mind. This boy! He knew him somehow! But how? He wondered.

The boy had long black hair, done back in a bun with wisps of uncontrolled hair here and there. His eyes were a darker golden then Gokuu's own. Another heretic? Perhaps... Wait! Gokuu thought, what is a heretic?

"Gokuu-chan...!" The boys lips didn't move, instead he reached his hand out to Gokuu. It seemed to be from soo far away. Gokuu reached back for him on instinct.

The sunlight poured from out behind the boy and made his hand look transparent. Gokuu finally made it to the hand after flying for gods know how long, but when he went to grab it, his hand swished through like it wasn't there. He tried a couple more times, feeling terribly frantic. But each time his hand went through.

"Gokuu-chan, I am so sorry. It's all my fault. If we hadn't of meet..." The voice trailed off again. The image began to pull back from him.

"No! Wait! I remember you now! Don't leave me please! My first friend! I would never take any of it back! I swear! It's not your fault they died! None of it! We were in the right, I know it..." Gokuu felt hoarse from yelling, he stopped and watched as a tear rolled down the boy's cheek. He was still struggling with his name. From somewhere outside the bath of light a cranky houshi muttered about how the baka saru was talking in his sleep. Gokuu ignored it and raced toward the boy again, trying to get him to reach out for him once more.

The boy had turned around and was floating away into the sun, it hurt Gokuu's eyes to watch him but he did anyway. Gokuu thought it was a trick of the light, but it appeared as if the boy had let his kimono fall to the ground and he wore an outfit strangely similar to Sanzou's from the dream earlier that night, he withdrew a rather large sword and turned it onto himself. Gokuu watched in horror as the boy drew the sword high up into the air and threw himself into the blade, plunging it into his shoulder. The scream echoed into his ears. But it wasn't the boy's scream. It was his own.



"NAAA-TAA-KKKUUUUuu!!! Aaaiiii!!!" Gokuu was sitting upright in the bed, Sanzou hunched close to the window at the side of the bed for fear of the saru lashing out and killing him on accident. Gokuu's eyes snapped open and he stared at the blank wall, shaking from foot to head. Sanzou just stared on in surprise. What a way to wake up in the morning! He thought. Not long later two figures rushed into the room.

"What's going on!? Gokuu? Is it an attack?!" Gojou, half asleep pounded in yelling, Hakkai close behind and wide awake. Hakkai looked at the lost saru and instantly knew the problem.

"Mai! Gokuu! Those dreams of yours are becoming worse and worse!"Hakkai reached for the boy but Gokuu pushed him away violently, throwing himself into the pillows on the bed.

"Oi! You mean to tell me it was just a bad dream? Oi, Gokuu, you sure know how to get a person's attention." Gojou walked out of the room and back to his, telling those who had left their rooms that it was just a bad dream and to go back to sleep.

"Gokuu?" Hakkai started walking toward the bed. Gokuu began to sob into the pillows. Hakkai stopped and looked at Sanzou.

"Go back to sleep, and shut the door. I will handle this." Hakkai nodded and left.



Let's end it here for now. When I get around to it I will find a way to continue this. Wether anyone me to or not. O_^ Anyway. Thanks for reading, and please, PLEASE, give me a review!