Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Tease ❯ Tease ( Chapter 1 )

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GensomadenSaiyuki

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

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Homura/Goku/Sanzo

Warnings: yaoi, smut, language, threesome, bondage, masturbation, mild voyeurism

Notes: Dedicated to and beta-read by Iapetus. Much thanks to her and Nikki for helping me through the stickiest spots.

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He recognized that glint in the boy's gaze. Narrowing his eyes, Sanzo slid until his back hit the side of the bathtub. Warm water sloshed with his movements, lapping at his upper torso. If he hadn't been so distracted by his advancing charge he would have been immersed in the sensation of the water caressing him, possibly realizing that the water temperature was borderline steaming, and that combined with the liquid teasingly stroking him sent faint tingles down his spine.

"I can't believe you're thinking like that in a place like this," he growled.

"I can," Goku teased, moving his arms in a swimming motion as he advanced on his lover. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't." He stopped just in front of Sanzo, standing to his full height. Unfortunately, it wasn't too impressive, but Goku didn't seem to care. He held up a finger. "One: we haven't been alone like this in ages."

Sanzo rolled his eyes, which turned out to be a bad move on his part. The tub was as wide as it was long, and a little deeper than Sanzo expected. The waterline barely reached Goku's hips when he stood up. The priest found his gaze drawn downward, where the water did a poor job of covering Goku's crotch. The boy's well-tanned skin was glistening with water; he bore no deep scars, though Sanzo had been close enough before to notice a few small ones here and there.

"Two: come on; we're in the perfect place!" Goku spread his arms wide, a gesture meant to make Sanzo look around. Sanzo had yet to look up. "I mean, seriously... bath house? Hot water? Soap we can rub all over each other? Sanzo, are you listening?"

The blonde's head snapped up at the last part, a scowl on his face. "I'm listening. And I still can't believe you're thinking about it."

Goku huffed, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. He looked back at Sanzo again, and against his will Sanzo found his eyes surveying the boy slowly. No matter how many times he saw Goku naked, in or out of bed, he couldn't bring himself to stop admiring the lithe, toned body. Though he acted like a brat, Goku was visually appealing... especially now with his tousled hair damp, strands clinging to the sides of his face, framing brilliant golden eyes that were currently narrowed at him.

Goku followed Sanzo's gaze, a smirk suddenly splitting the annoyance in his features. "You say all that, but you want to do it, don't you?" he taunted.

Scowling, Sanzo snapped, "Don't be stupid!"

The leer never left Goku's face. "You're not even trying to lie..." Then, without once taking his eyes off Sanzo, the boy reached down into the water and ran his fingers over his cock. Sanzo couldn't help it; he looked down. Even as he cursed himself for doing so, for giving in that much, he knew that resisting was pointless. When Goku was really determined, only Sanzo in an unusually bad mood would stop him.

"You don't wanna touch, Sanzo?" Goku asked, the corner of his mouth turned up as he began to stroke himself. Scowling, Sanzo tried to glare at the boy, but he found Goku's rapidly hardening erection far more interesting than his face at the moment. He was also somewhat aware that his breath was growing short as he watched his charge gradually manipulate himself.

Goku suddenly leaned forward, irking Sanzo when his erection disappeared beneath the water. "Saaaanzo," the boy breathed in his ear, nipping the blonde's lobe as he released himself and ran both hands lightly down Sanzo's chest. He paused to make slight detours, the pads of his fingers tracing circles around Sanzo's nipples. Fighting a shudder, Sanzo pressed himself harder against the slippery side of the tub.

"Like it?" the boy teased, rubbing the dark nipples with his thumbs. "Come on, Sanzo... admit you do."

"Brat," the man muttered, his eyes falling shut as he grasped one of Goku's wrists. As good as that felt that was not what was warming with need. He needed Goku's attention focused further down.

Goku frowned. "I'm not a brat..." Despite his protest he let Sanzo guide his hand down, grinning as he slipped his fingers to the underside of the man's shaft, lightly tracing a line from the base to the tip. He paused to rub his thumb against the tip of Sanzo's hardening cock. "Like that?"

Sanzo's back curved as he moved into the touch, this time unable to clamp down in the shiver that passed through him. "Yeah..."

He was finally relaxing into it, biting at Goku's lower lip when the boy moved in for a kiss. Sanzo allowed his jaw to loosen a bit, giving Goku access to his mouth. They had done this before, so it didn't feel awkward or unnatural to have Goku's tongue sliding over his, darting around teasingly as the boy constantly broke and renewed the kisses, each one more heated and a bit longer and deeper than the last.

"My, my, my."

The voice made both of them freeze; it was too deep to be Goku's, and anyway the boy was too busy trying to suck his keeper's tongue out to speak. Sanzo's eyes snapped open and Goku practically tore himself away from the blonde, looking nervous as he peered over Sanzo's shoulder. Dreading to see what he anticipated, Sanzo turned to look as well.

Homura was leaning against the wall closest to the door, arms folded over his chest and an expression of sheer amusement on his features. Sanzo even detected a trace of smugness-- and, as always, that really pissed him off.

"Um... you mind?" Goku said, sounding nervous. That made Sanzo suspicious; he glanced sideways at the boy. Normally he'd be pissed if they were interrupted, not anxious.

Homura raised an eyebrow, waving a hand. "Oh, no. Not at all. Do continue."

What a humiliating position to be caught in, especially by your toughest adversary. Snarling, Sanzo shoved Goku away. "You're here for the scriptures as usual, I presume?"

Taking his time to answer, Homura didn't bother to conceal the fact he was staring at Goku. Since Sanzo was still sitting down Goku was really the only person he could get a good view of. As though realizing this, Goku suddenly crouched down in the water, seeming embarrassed but not unusually so. In fact, he was unusually relaxed. That also made Sanzo skeptical; the boy was far from modest, but to be caught like this had to be on some level of humiliating, even for Goku.

"Actually... no," Homura finally replied, smirking.

Sanzo felt his eye twitch. "Then what the hell did you come here for? To annoy us?"

"Exactly."

The priest blinked; he hadn't actually expected that. Somehow being right only fueled his annoyance.

Homura didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave. In fact, he was looking at his nails, picking under them absently as he spoke. "You know, Son Goku, I really am impressed," he said, as though Sanzo wasn't there. "It seems as though I've given you enough practice for you to teach Konzen."

The god's words didn't take any time to sink in-- they hit Sanzo full force. He turned to glare at his charge. Goku smiled tentatively in return, raising his hands in weak defense.

"I don't suppose you'd believe I slipped and fell on him?" the boy asked weakly. After Sanzo growled and gave him a sharp-knuckled punch on the head, he muttered beneath his breath, "It works for Gojyo..." Goku rubbed the fresh bump on his head, giving Sanzo a cross look.

"That's because Hakkai actually finds that moron's excuses amusing," Sanzo snapped. It wasn't the fact that Goku had been screwing around with someone else that was bothering him. Well, okay, it was bothering him, but it wasn't the main reason why he was pissed. It was that, of all people, it had to be Homura that Goku had chosen to fuck around with.

As though reading his thoughts, Homura said mildly, "You cannot blame the boy for running to me during his time of need, Konzen. He only needed to ask of my services."

"Um... that's not what happened..."

If Homura heard Goku, he pretended not to. "All I am saying is, you can't possibly blame him."

Sanzo'd had it. He twitched, getting to his feet without thinking, slapping Goku's hand away when the boy made a strangled noise of protest and tried to push him back down. "Get out," he ordered even as he glanced around. If he could find his robes he could get his gun-- and it was a weapon, even if it was useless against a god.

Belatedly he realized Homura was looking him up and down, one eyebrow arched as he took his time observing the monk. Sanzo froze in place, realizing he'd just made the situation worse. He grimly wondered if he should sit back down and prove he was embarrassed or continue humiliating himself -- and leave his body entirely open for Homura's perusal -- and find something to hurt the man with.

Homura finally raised his bi-colored eyes to Sanzo's face, a leer touching his lips. "Well," he said. "It's not hard to see why I have not seen Son Goku in a while..."

"Homura, you're making it worse," Goku whined from behind Sanzo.

That did it. "I told you to get out!" Sanzo shrieked, feeling his face warm. He was going to murder Goku after this. "The last thing I need is both of you idiots trying to feel me up!"

With his back to Goku, all Sanzo could see were Homura's reactions. He saw the ebon-haired man look startled at his last outburst, and then saw the knowing smirk. What he didn't see was that Homura was not looking at him, but past him, at Goku. He also couldn't see that Goku wore a very similar devilish expression.

Water rippled at their thighs as Goku quickly moved forward, laughing nervously as he grabbed Sanzo by his biceps and pulled him backward. "Ah hah... Sanzo... maybe we should just... leave. You know?"

"No, I don't know," Sanzo said irritably, jerking one arm out of Goku's grasp. While he did that Homura had moved forward. A clink of chains was all Sanzo had as a warning before Homura had grabbed the arm Sanzo had just freed from Goku.

"My apologies, Konzen," Homura said in a faux innocent voice. Sanzo's head snapped around to look at him, violet eyes narrowing. Much to his surprise, when he moved to tear himself free again Goku kept a firm grip on his arm.

"Sorry, Sanzo," the boy whispered teasingly in his ear. The warm breath made Sanzo shiver slightly. It only took him a split second for him to break out of his trance, but that was all the time Homura had needed to tie Sanzo's hands up.

Or rather, strap his wrists together, Sanzo realized when he looked down. A strip of leather was wound several times around his wrists, held together tightly by a silver buckle.

"What the hell?!"

His explosion went either unnoticed or ignored-- likely both, considering his company. Goku had kept a hold on Sanzo's arms; the man could feel and hear him bouncing eagerly behind him. "You got any ideas then, Homura?" The boy seemed to finally notice what Homura had used to restrain Sanzo. "And... why do I get the feeling you've been planning this...?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Homura said; his expression was angelic, but the wicked glint in his eyes only made Sanzo wary. The blonde's frustration tripled as he tugged futilely on his restraints, realizing they weren't going to budge.

Then he glanced up and realized Homura was missing something. Eyebrow twitching, Sanzo tried to pry his wrists apart again, pulling so hard the leather bit into his skin. He swore, ignoring Homura's snickers. Damn it! Did he tie me up with his belt?! What the hell's wrong with this bastard?

While his prey was struggling, Homura continued to speak with Goku. "Now you two may have a seat. All you need to do for now is watch-- and make sure Konzen does not try to... touch himself."

Freezing, Sanzo's gaze lifted again, meeting Homura's eyes hatefully. "And what," the man snarled scathingly, "makes you think I'm going to jack off with you here?"

"You would be surprised," was all Homura said, taking a few steps back. He folded his arms, waiting expectantly.

Goku tried coaxing the irate monk into playing along. "Come on, Sanzo. Just sit down and watch." As he spoke he was pushing down on Sanzo's shoulder. Despite his annoyance Sanzo complied with the boy's silent request, sitting on the cold edge of the bathtub. "What harm can it do?"

"A lot," he said through his teeth. "Especially if he even considers coming anywhere near my ass!"

Homura snorted, catching the double-meaning behind Sanzo's words. "I am honored you think so highly of my proportions."

"Like hell!"

Homura waved the outburst aside. "No, I truly am, Konzen. I realize how frightening the thought of anything bigger than Son Goku penetrating you is."

Sanzo grimaced, opening his mouth to tell Homura to never, ever say the word "penetrate" again. Before he could utter more than a syllable, Goku finally seemed to realize exactly what Homura implied, and his outraged cry drowned Sanzo out. "Hey!"

The familiar smug look settled into Homura's expression again. "Now, both of you hush and watch." He casually shrugged off his cloak, his fingers not once touching the cloth as the material fell. Sanzo had no idea exactly what Homura had in mind; simply that it was going to be both wrong and sensual on many levels. Sensual wouldn't have crossed his mind if he hadn't somehow become distracted by the way the muscles of Homura's shoulders rippled beneath his pale skin.

A quick look from the corner of his eye told him that Goku was already watching Homura intently. The boy was shifting eagerly; he seemed to know what was coming. A soft growl made its way from the blonde's throat as he realized Goku was growing hard again. Whatever Homura was going to do, the mere thought of it seemed to excite his charge.

The sound of Homura clearing his throat made Sanzo turn his eyes back to him. The god had clearly been waiting for Sanzo to give him his undivided attention; now that he had it he wore a too-pleasant smile.

"No worries, Konzen," Homura said, toying with the dark purple beads draped twice over his shoulders and sharp collar bone. "I do not intend to touch the boy tonight." Goku's wordless grumble caused the man to leer. "Just watch." With that he wound the beads through his fingers, slipping them over his head. Once those were gone he dropped them on top of his cloak.

Blue and gold eyes bore into both viewers intensely for a few moments. Homura's hands slid down, unbuttoning his pants, though he didn't touch the zipper. Instead he slipped his fingers in past the waistline, only stopping when the first two knuckles of each finger was hidden. He pulled the hem of his shirt up, his abdomen startlingly white against the black of his shirt. With the shirt on it had been easy to see Homura was built well, his stomach firm and flat. However, with the dark material peeled away from his flesh they could now see the crevices that made his abs, the shadows dipping between the muscles and his naval.

Like with Goku, Sanzo was forced to grudgingly admit -- to himself, of course -- that Homura was appealing. Visually. That was all.

Sanzo only needed to watch for a few seconds longer to get an idea of what was going on. Even as he struggled to keep control of himself, trying to ignore the display Homura was putting on, Sanzo found he couldn't tear his gaze away from the war god's movements.

Homura's hips were rolling, which in itself was enough to quicken Sanzo's pulse against his will. Sharp hip bones protruded just above the waistline of Homura's pants, the taut skin over them seeming fluid with the man's motions. Watching Homura's fingers glide over his own body as he slid his shirt off brought unwanted but very clear, very arousing mental images of the man groping Goku in the same way.

The blonde had to literally shake himself before realizing he'd fallen into a trance-- and that his arousal was becoming apparent. A growl stuck itself in the back of his throat as he lifted his eyes from Homura's sinuous dance. Homura paused briefly when Sanzo looked him in the eye, and his expression made whatever the priest was going to say halt on the tip of his tongue. For once Homura wasn't smirking, his features lax and contrasting with the burning lust in his stare.

He wasn't looking at Goku right then. He was looking at Sanzo. The look was, right then, directed only to him, even with the presence of another audience member.

Sanzo had been with Goku long enough to know when a battle was lost. He shut his mouth; grudgingly relaxing and lowering his eyes again as he silently willed Homura to continue. Like hell he would ask aloud. He missed Homura's knowing smirk, and sure enough the man continued, even as Goku suddenly broke the intense silence.

"Wow." Startled, Sanzo looked toward his charge. During Homura's brief pause Goku had turned his attention back to his blonde lover, and now his golden eyes were wide and fixated on Sanzo's erection.

"Wow," he repeated, this time with a strong undertone of jealousy. "You suck, Homura... I can't get Sanzo that hard without touching him!"

As Homura chuckled, Sanzo couldn't react immediately to the statement; he just stared at Goku in disbelief. When he finally decided that he wanted to beat Goku over the head for saying something so stupid, he was rudely reminded that his hands were bound.

Goku took a different interpretation of Sanzo's movement and immediately reached out, grabbing Sanzo's arms and raising them as he grinned at him. "Nuh uh," he taunted. "Homura said you can't touch yourself."

"Idiot," Sanzo hissed, unable to keep control of his embarrassment any longer as he reddened. "I wasn't--"

"Keep his hands there," Homura interrupted, striding toward the two. He crouched down in front of Sanzo, shooting the man a cocky look before he raised his hands, making slow caressing motions in the air just over Sanzo's erection. He wasn't touching the man, but Sanzo suddenly felt hypersensitive, swearing he could feel the pressure of Homura's movements.

Because of the position Goku had to raise Sanzo's arms higher to see what Homura was doing. The resulting posture made Sanzo grimace, as it was just uncomfortable enough for it to annoy him.

"You be sure to watch, Son Goku," Homura said silkily, exchanging a knowing look with the boy. "This ought to come in handy later on..." He continued the motions, stroking the air just centimeters away from Sanzo's cock. The blonde's breath hitched as he watched, finding the bizarre display erotic. It was also frustrating, because Homura was showing exactly what he could do to him, but the god refused to actually lay a finger on him.

"Bastard," Sanzo said through gritted teeth.

"Wow," Goku repeated in an unusually low voice. His tone sent a noticeable shudder through Sanzo's body; it was the same tone Goku took on whenever he was intending to make his lover scream in sheer ecstasy.

"Would you like to take over?" Homura asked his student, clearly amused. Goku nodded eagerly, pretending he didn't notice the smug note in Homura's voice as he let go of Sanzo's arms. Homura immediately grabbed the man's wrists, pulling them back so his fists were resting against the back of his neck. Sanzo cringed as Homura leaned in, murmuring, "Struggling is useless, Konzen."

"I gathered that," Sanzo said shortly. The last syllable rose a good few notches at the last instant; Sanzo shuddered violently as Goku grasped his throbbing cock, stroking hard and fast a few times. He slowed even as Homura was reminding him to not let Sanzo off so easily, but he'd already done enough. The abrupt rough treatment left Sanzo momentarily mute, his vocal cords shut down in favor of enjoying the brief hot flame of pleasure.

Goku paused momentarily, drawing his hands back and rubbing them together quickly to make sure they really were warm enough. Then he held his hands cupped over Sanzo's erection, much in the same way Homura had earlier, only without moving. He grinned.

"Man, Sanzo... I'm not even touching you, and you're already really hot. Seriously, super hot!"

Sanzo fought the urge to kick the boy, settling instead for spreading his legs and hissing through his teeth, "Will you do something already?" After Homura's torment he really just needed Goku to finish him off hard and quick; his need was pulsating that badly, not just between his legs but throughout his entire body, making it seem as though he were trembling.

"I'm gettin' to it, I'm gettin' to it..." Goku placed his hands on Sanzo's knees, pushing them further apart and scooting closer to him simultaneously. He didn't look up, but Sanzo still caught the excited glint in the boy's eyes as he licked his lips before lowering his mouth to Sanzo's shaft, pressing his warm lips to the head.

"None of that now," Homura chided from behind Sanzo. His warning made Sanzo twitch.

" 'None of that?' " he repeated. "What the hell do you mean, 'none of that?!' "

Goku looked equally unhappy, but he sighed and pulled back a bit, settling for resting his arms on Sanzo's legs and grasping his erection with both hands, starting out with slow strokes that made Sanzo shudder and arch his back. His breath shortened, turning into desperate gasps as Goku quickened the strokes into intense pumping.

Sanzo could practically hear the smirk in Homura's voice, which was impressive for him considering he could barely make out his own fluid thoughts. "I commend you on being able to control your voice this well, Konzen." The man's mouth was close to his ear, breathing hot air over the sensitive skin. Nearly doubling over, Sanzo gulped for air as his cock pulsated in Goku's tight grasp. He could feel his climax drawing closer, could nearly feel the intense release already.

"Stop."

The sudden order made Sanzo's eyes widen. Stupid... he wouldn't really... HEY! He would have shrieked if he'd had the breath to; Goku had actually obeyed Homura's command. Kill them both, he silently threatened.

By the time Sanzo had managed to sufficiently fill his lungs Homura was already moving him. Blinking, Sanzo wondered when the hell Goku had gotten down on the floor-- and more importantly, when someone had laid out towels for him to lie down on. The towels were weak for comfort, but probably did well in keeping most of the cold away from the boy's body...

"Over the boy, Konzen," Homura murmured, startling the blonde by running his tongue over the rim of Sanzo's ear. Sanzo caught his meaning and threw him a disgruntled look over his shoulder.

"You," he ground out between breaths, still not entirely recovering from his earlier torture. "Are not going anywhere near my ass if you don't use my goddamn name." It wasn't because he cared about Homura using his name, and it wasn't because using his name would make it feel more "intimate." It was mostly just because being called by a name that most definitely was not his -- on purpose, to get a rise from him no doubt -- tended to piss him off.

Homura blinked at the demand. On the floor, Goku had been watching them impatiently, but now wicked amusement gleamed in his golden eyes. "Sounds like a challenge, huh, Homura?"

"Indeed," the god agreed, a sly smile crossing his lips. "Very well, then... Sanzo."

Seconds later Sanzo was on his knees, straddling Goku's legs and his charge grinning up at him, his eyes lazily lidded as he drew his fingers in slow patterns across Sanzo's chest. His touch flickered over the man's nipples, sending slight shivers through him. Homura had left them momentarily, saying there was one last thing he needed. Sanzo just thought the god had gone to take off his pants and jack off long enough to make himself hard.

It wasn't far from the truth. He knew exactly what Goku was seeing when the boy lifted his gaze, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at something beyond Sanzo.

Without warning Sanzo suddenly found himself blinking in surprise as cloth was suddenly pulled tightly over his eyes. "What--?"

"Quiet, Sanzo," Homura said from behind him. He would have retorted, but Goku seemed to have decided he wanted to keep Sanzo from arguing by grabbing his cock and squeezing it. Sanzo immediately rocked against the touch, stifling a groan at the last second. He was unable to keep from cringing as cold, slick fingers pushed slowly into his opening, pumping into him until he got used to the situation and relaxed.

Goku had been amazingly quiet up until that point, but now he spoke. "You gonna do him now, Homura?"

Like with everything else that night, Homura seemed to find the boy's question amusing. "Yes," he said simply-- and then he pushed himself into the blonde, generously being slow enough for Sanzo to not be in too much pain. The priest clenched his eyes shut behind his blindfold, seething softly until Homura was buried completely inside him. There was a pause then, and Sanzo used it to try to ignore the discomfort.

"Poor Sanzo," he heard Goku murmur below him. The comment was out of genuine sympathy; Sanzo realized his charge must have been fucked by Homura as well, and realized the extent of Sanzo's pain.

No wonder, because this bastard's a hell of a lot bigger than Goku, was his dry thought. Homura started to move again and Sanzo growled in protest. It was cut off when Goku grasped him again, fondling him with practiced skill. It was enough to distract Sanzo, drawing a low moan out of him.

The towels beneath him were hardly good cushioning as he leaned on his arms for support. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep his vocal proof of pleasure down to heavy panting and stifled moans, especially with the extra pair of hands on him. There was Homura's larger hands gripping his waist hard enough to leave nail indentations, and the chains draped across Sanzo's back kept sliding over his sweat-slick skin, sending chills across his back.

Goku had one hand on his cock, the boy's breath hitching every once in a while as he continued to pump Sanzo vigorously, his other hand planted firmly on Sanzo's chest to keep the man from doubling over entirely. Strands of the boy's hair kept brushing across the inner flesh of his arm, and with his eyes blindfolded Sanzo felt every touch on him intensified-- and that made the final touch drive him absolutely mad with both frustration and pleasure.

There was a bare, brief pause in Homura's movements, and abruptly the man's pace changed, thrusting into Sanzo harder. The sudden differ in treatment tore a scream from Sanzo's throat, causing his head to fall to his balled fists, hissing through his teeth and shuddering. He damned Homura for doing that, making his control slip... he swore loudly when Homura did it again, this time hitting the spot that made his entire vision go white for a few moments.

As though realizing Homura's game, Goku also intensified his touch, tightening his grip until Sanzo's burning erection pulsed wildly in the boy's hand. Dizzy and half senseless with raw pleasure, it took Sanzo a few moments to realize that the loud moans were actually his. Goku was panting, probably from excitement watching his two lovers, and Homura's grunts and groans were quieter than Sanzo's.

Even as he was pushed over the edge and into a sense-numbing climax, Sanzo cursed them both. The aftermath left him shuddering, still tense as he felt Homura's hardness still buried within him. Damn... Somehow he knew he was still in trouble.

If Homura had been able to breathe properly it was likely he would have made a smart-ass remark about Sanzo finishing first. Instead the man simply scoffed, still breathless as he pounded relentlessly into the blonde. Homura spilled his hot seed into him seconds later, and at his release Sanzo suddenly felt the sharp pinch of the god's nails in his skin. Sanzo flinched, nearly collapsing on Goku as Homura drained himself inside the priest and pulled out. Only Goku's hand on his chest kept him up.

The boy rubbed his side soothingly, shifting Sanzo over on his side. Someone removed the blindfold from Sanzo's head -- probably Homura -- and he had to blink to clear his blurred vision, still struggling to feed his air-starved lungs.

If he'd seen Goku as he was under other circumstances, Sanzo would have most definitely wanted to molest the boy right there. Hell, he wanted to molest him now-- half propped up on his left elbow, his eyes fixated on his own hard-on instead of either of his lovers. The boy's body was dripping with water likely mingled with sweat, the strong scent of salt due to Sanzo's release emanating off his bronze skin.

"Need help with that?" Homura asked, the question sounding more like an offer. Sanzo glanced his way, noting the god was leaning against the side of the bathtub, eyeing Goku with interest.

Goku snorted, catching both their stares and smirking. "Like hell," he breathed, grasping himself and moving his hand up and down in slow movements. "You said you weren't gonna touch me... and Sanzo didn't get to watch much tonight..."

It was Goku's turn to be an exhibitionist. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he quickened his pace a little, his breath coming out harsher by the second. Unlike Sanzo he didn't bother trying to control his voice, his gasps dipping into lust-filled moans. The bold display sent weak shudders through Sanzo's frame. If he hadn't been so exhausted he no doubt would have been aroused again.

Goku eased himself on his back, writhing on the floor, his feet slipping over the towels beneath him as he tried to find some sort of hold. His erection was red in his grasp; from Sanzo's angle he could see the vein on the underside bulging out a little. When Goku came it was one of the most erotic scenes: his hips actually rose from the ground, eyes barely parted to watch his own release spill out of him in liquid heat.

The display left Sanzo feeling hazy. He had to shake his head to clear his thoughts, lowering his eyes to the offending belt still wrapped around his wrists. Movement from the corner of his eye made him glance up; Homura was calmly cleaning himself and redressing already. Being the cocky bastard he was, he put his shirt on before the pants, slanting Sanzo a knowing smirk before he pulled his pants up.

He strode over and knelt in front of the blonde, his voice smooth. "As much as I would love to stay... I have other plans." Sanzo rolled his eyes but said nothing, at the moment simply grateful Homura was unwinding his belt. His hands finally free, Sanzo flexed his sore wrists and rubbed them, cringing at their hypersensitivity.

"Bastard," he muttered, finally trusting himself to speak.

Homura dropped something in his lap. "Yours, I believe," he said calmly. It was the black sash from Sanzo's robes-- and when he touched the material, Sanzo realized it had been what Homura had used to blindfold him.

Cheating son of a...

"This was fun. Perhaps I'll stop by again." With a melodramatic bow, Homura shot both his lovers a smug look before he swept out of the bathhouse. His last words before the door shut were, "I shall leave the cleaning up to you two."

"Not funny," Sanzo snarled, but the door had already closed. Scoffing, he decided to try standing-- which wasn't a good idea. He cringed but managed to stay upright, pain stabbing through his lower back. "Shit..."

Goku seemed to have recovered as well; he was already on his feet and sneaking up behind Sanzo, his arms coming to lock around the man's neck. "Oh, come on," he teased, biting Sanzo's shoulder gently. "You liked it."

"Hmph."

Goku grinned widely at the response-- after all, it hadn't been denial. "Well, try looking at it this way."

"What way?" Sanzo asked crossly, ready to shrug the boy off and retrieve his robes.

Goku put more of his weight on the man, making Sanzo yelp as the movement renewed his pain. Before he could snap at the boy, Goku nipped his earlobe, murmuring mischievously, "I can look forward to you screwin' me hard in return the next time we're alone."

And that, Sanzo decided after smacking his charge upside the head then stalking off to clean up and find his clothes, just might be a good idea.