Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ The Beginning of the Journey ❯ The Beginning of the Journey ( One-Shot )

Pairing : Sanzo x Goku (so you can consider it a Shota-con fic. My God, I'm naughty ^_^')

Warning : NC-17, YAOI (oh yes, it is) even LEMON, bondage (or maybe hand-cuffing, to be exact), a bit angsty but not much. A Master-slave thingy…kinda,…sorta…. The story happens before the whole Saiyuki series started, though I'm not sure about the exact timeline.

Disclaimer: Okay, okay, I admit it, none of the cool characters of Gensomaden Saiyuki are mine. I'm doing this only for the holy sake of fun itself. So, don't sue (Good God, please, don't!). I'm a jobless, penniless fic writer who has just got started to write. Be sweet to me ^_^ (especially if I made any mistakes with the English, it's just my second language, you know…).

The Beginning of A Journey

A fanfiction by Sumeragi Sakura

He sat there. Bound by the chains around his wrists, he sat there. Staring at me helplessly behind the steel bars that imprisoned him. His frail body lumped down with weariness. Ages of tortures seemed to be eating away the veracity he used to have. Behind the brown locks of hair hanging loose across his forehead, his big, brown eyes stared at me.

Stray dog's eyes.

Like those belong to a dog dumped by its master. There was something pitiful in them. Desperation. Submission. And just a tad flicker of hope. Pathetic creature. Whoever left him here was planning to kill him slowly, reducing him into nothing more than a worthless piece of flesh and bones. Even time seemed to suck away the blood from his vein, leaving him pale and spiritless.

Pathetic.

He was still staring at me, didn't seem able to gather up the courage to say anything from the mouth behind those pale, thin lips. He just stared, crying silently without any tears. He was begging me. I just knew he was.

"Are you the one who's been disturbing me all this time?"

His eyes grew wider, but never lost their sight on mine. His lips were quivering, as if trying to say something but held it back again. He crawled weakly, approaching the steel bars of his prison. His shivering fingers clutched the bars while the chains on his wrists were clattering loudly.

"Is…is it…is it really you?"

His voice was hoarse from the lack of use in ages. He must had been calling me with his heart, not his mouth. There was something burning in his eyes. Hope, perhaps.

"Yes, it is me. Why have you been disturbing me?"

"I'm not disturbing….."

"You've been calling me days and nights, even when I sleep. What do you call that, if not a disturbance?"

"I didn't mean to…"

"But you did."

"I'm sorry….."

"So, I'm here. Now what do you want from me?"

He raised his right hand, sticking it out from between the bars. He wanted to reach out for me. He wanted to touch me. The hope in his eyes burnt more.

"Please save me…." He pleaded. "Help me out of here…."

Upset frowns were beginning to form on my face. It was him all right. I recognized the pleading voice of his. The same voice that had been plaguing my head for the rest few weeks. His voice was like a razor blade, slicing into my skin every time I heard it. Cutting me, bleeding me, killing me inside. He didn't seem to know what torments he had been causing me all this time. Yet, he managed to drag me out of my temple to this rocky mountain where he was held captive and selfishly asked me to help him.

"Who are you to give me orders like this?" I asked sternly, rage was growing well inside of me.

"My name is Son Goku. A god trapped me inside this rock for centuries. I'm not ordering you, I'm asking you. Please save me. Please take me away from this place. Please….."

Tears were running down his cheeks. His hands desperately groping in the air, trying to catch a hold of my robe. Pain streaked his young face; his eyes were reflecting the fear and loneliness. He was an unbearable sight of a dying creature.

I stepped back instinctively, dodging away from his hands. A swell choked my throat, I gasped for breath. He saw my rejection and my stomach twisted at the sight of his face. It was like looking at a slow motioned transformation, from worrying, into fear, to desperation, frustration and lastly to nothingness. He dropped to his knee, his expression empty. But his eyes were still on me.

It was like they were going to haunt me forever. Wherever I would go, those eyes would be following me. Reminding me of my guilt. Of abandoning him. Of him.

I felt enraged. Guilt? Why would I feel guilty for wanting to abandon him? I didn't come to rescue him from the beginning. I just wanted to see who had been disturbing me. I just wanted to tell him to shut up so I could get on with my life again. Peacefully, without any sickening pleading haunting my sleeps.

But his eyes. That feeling of a razor slicing through my skin came back again. Only this time it was fiercer. Stabbing me right in my heart, when he stared at me that way. Stop it, I screamed silently. Stop looking at me that way.

He didn't hear it.

"You're not going to leave me, aren't you?" his voice was shaken.

He must be a beast. Living imprisoned for thousand of years inside the mountain without anything to eat, he must be a beast. A monster. An evil sent from hell to test my faith. I could seal him with my prayer and banished him away with my gun. Then I would continue to live, without to worry he might call me again.

"I knew you were different. I could feel your strength, your power. You're going to save me, right?"

He would go mad with frustration. He could.

Why should I care if he would go mad?

He was not a monster. He was not evil.

I didn't know how I knew this. I just sensed that he was not. Another stab of pity hurt my chest. He was just a boy. A beast, but also a boy. A lonely boy. I knew, if he could kill himself and spared himself the torture, he would've done it a long time ago. But he couldn't. If I turned my back on him now, I would be facing this guilt for the rest of my life. The guilt that had been growing in my heart since the moment I laid eyes on him.

I took a step toward him. He was crying, lumped on his knees, clutching the bars with his pale fingers. I took another step. He didn't see my movement. I crouched down across him and stuck my hand through the steel bars. I touched his tears with my finger.

He opened his eyes but didn't dare to look up to me. As if he was afraid, if he looked up to me he would realized that I was not real. I traced his tears, from the corner of his eye down to his chin. Gently, I raised his chin with my hand and made him look at me.

Those big puddles of brown stared at me in disbelief. Ironic, a few minutes ago he was begging me take him. Now, he didn't even belief his own eyes, when I reached out to him.

"You're such a pain in the ass," I whispered.

He watched silently as I blasted the steel bars away with my gun. I stepped into the rocky cave and faced him. He was trembling hard, blinking stupidly. I reached my hand toward him.

"Stand up," ordered I.

He didn't react immediately. He stared at my hand as if he had never seen anything like it in his whole miserable life. I had to repeat my order again before he finally understood. He slowly raised his hands to meet mine. Once I had his hand in my grip, I grabbed them. With another blast from my holy gun, the chains around his wrists were destroyed. I pulled him to his feet.

Weak from a long time confinement, his feet couldn't bear his own weight. I had to catch him in mid air before he falls down again. Holding him close to my chest, I forced him to stand up.

"I saved you. Now you're mine. My name is Genjo Sanzo and I am your master now. I'm in command over you and I'm responsible for your life."

He trembled in my arms, crying again. He nuzzled his face to my chest and clutched my robe tightly as if afraid to lose it.

"Yes, Master," he whispered weakly.

Pathetic boy. Trembling and crying in my arms. Clutching me as if I was the very soul that kept him alive. I smiled at that thought, I really was the one that kept him alive.

I raised his face and looked at him. His eyes lost their usual streaks of pain and loneliness. But his tears kept falling down. I fought down the urge to kiss his eyes to make them stop crying.

"Why are you still crying? I saved you, just like you wanted me to."

A smile cracked on his lips. A feeble smile, so subtle I was afraid to miss it. He raised his hand and brushed the bangs that hung across my eyes. Then he ran his fingers down the line of my face, to my jaw.

"I couldn't believe you would actually save me. I lost hope when you looked like you were going away," he whispered. "You're so beautiful, Master."

I was surprised of his last remark. How dare he called his master beautiful! But I couldn't manage to get angry with him. He sounded so sincere and relieved. I forgot my self-control and really kissed him on both of his eyelids.

A dazed feeling rushed through my head as I continued to trace his tears on his cheek with my lips, washing them away. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and felt him shivered. This sent a fire bursting in every nerve in my body. I kissed his neck, warm and soft. I wanted to soothe him, to make him forget the pain he had been suffering all this time. Now that he was mine, I didn't want to see him in pain anymore. Let alone in loneliness.

I traced my way back from the base of his neck up to his chin with my lips. He half-closed his eyes, devouring the strange sensation I woke in his body. I stared at his lips. Thin and pale and cold. I licked the outline of his lips slowly. He trembled and closed his eyes. I nuzzled his lower lips with mine before finally kissed it. Gently, caressing and soothing. I nudged his lips with my tongue, opening it slowly. Once his lips parted, I thrust my tongue inside to meet his.

He tightened his clutch at my robe when I suck his tongue hungrily. Caressing him with tenderness I never knew existed in me until now. This overflowing feeling got a hold of my sanity for a while, making me lost control of what I was doing.

I didn't care.

He needed it. I didn't want to see his tears again. He was mine now. I might do what I pleased. He was so submissive, surrendering himself to me. I couldn't resist his innocent offer anymore.

I ravaged his mouth, made love to it with my tongue. Then I devoured the soft flesh on his neck, sending moans to his parted lips. I undressed his shoulders off the shabby cloth that wrapped his frail frame. I traced a map on his shoulders and chest with my tongue and kept going until I found a nipple.

I kissed the little nub, sucked it, licked it and kissed it again. He moaned harder and lost the little strength he had in his feet. I pulled him gently to my body, and to the stone floor. He laid there beautifully, a prey for my dangerous lust. I covered his body with mine and continue torturing his nipple.

I turned my attention to his other nipple while my hand kneaded the other one. I sucked it with both of my lips and felt my desire growing in my groin. He arched his body to my mouth, eager for more. I smiled at the thought.

My tongue danced on the skin of his belly, playfully teasing his navel. His whole body trembling in the effect. I made round movements around his navel and then went down to meet the rim of his shabby pants. I looked at his bulging desire inside the pants. I nuzzled it with my face. I felt him stiffened under me. His legs kicked out in reflect. I bit his shabby-clad hard-on gently. He groaned desperately.

"Ma..master….."

My groin stiffened at the way he moaned my name. In madness, I tore away his pants, revealing his whole body to my hungry eyes. Goddess in Heaven, this boy was beautiful. I feasted on the sight of his pink manhood stood proudly under me. I rubbed the sides of his hips, soothing him.

I bent over his groin, put myself between his legs and started to lick his inner thigh. Pleasure-filled moans escaped his sweet lips, enraging my lust even more. I kissed the top of his length, right on the tip. I pushed my tongue to his slit and lapped at it a few times. Thin moisture melted down the slit. I hurriedly drank it, consumed by the greed of not wanting to miss anything from him. I ran my tongue under the head of his length, making him moaned erotically. He gripped my hair tightly, blissfully unaware of the pain he caused.

I left his throbbing member to play with his balls. I bit them gently. He screamed in response, more in pleasure than in pain. I kneaded them with my lips, craving for the sweet honey they contained.

"Master….Master…….."

I loved the way he screamed my name. I loved the way he made my member throbbed with every little moans and groans he let out. I rewarded him by sucking at the head of his length. He arched his hips to my mouth. And fell down again. And up and down again. He made love with my mouth and I let him. I wanted him to forget his suffering, at least for this one day.

I began to pump his manhood with my mouth, forcing the whole length inside. I sucked it, from the base up to the head. Over and over again. I could feel his breath came in short, heaving pants. I sucked harder and faster, holding his hips close to my face. His legs began their wild kicking at the floor, eager for what more to come.

"Uunnhh…."

He arched his hips again.

"Master…..master….."

He rocked his hips. I could feel his member quivering hard in my mouth. He was close. I sucked him even harder, wilder. Up and down, faster, faster.

"Uuungh…..Master.!!"

He screamed, as his seed burst in my mouth, shooting deep into my starving throat. I drank his sweet, sweet honey, as a king took the tribute paid by his humble people. He was so sweet, so innocent, so willing to give. I was almost disappointed when I sucked him dry. I was thirsty for more, while my groin still ached for a release.

I kissed his lips, wildly like a lion over his prey. I let him tasted his own scent and laughed to see his eyes widen in bewilderment. I nibbled his earlobes and blew hot puffy air into his ears.

"You have showed me your submission, Goku. Now it's my turn to claim you," I whispered hoarsely.

He cast me a wondering look. I got up for a while, just to steal enough time to take off my clothes. And then I bent down again, pushing my naked body on his. Our skin touched and brushed, sending electric jolts from my pore up to my chest down to my belly and into my throbbing length. I rub my member against his. He quivered again, his already-soft manhood jumped up alive again. He bit his lips and moaned. I took his lips into mine.

I want him. I never want anybody more in my whole life. God, forgive my sin to want to become one with him. I want to feel him around me. I want to hear him scream again. I want to claim him.

I left his mouth and raised his hips up toward me. He blinked in wonder, then blushed furiously when he realized what I was going to do. I smiled at him, reassuring him I wouldn't hurt him. Not more than he already felt.

I ran my finger over his crack, loving the way he wriggled uncomfortably. Then I found his tight ring and licked it gently. He gasped in surprised, even though he had already anticipated for this. I pushed my tongue inside the ring, forcing it to open for me. He gasped louder.

I put my middle finger on his ring. With gentle movement, I circled it with that finger, trying to put him at ease. Then, suddenly I probed my finger inside, causing him to stiffen his whole body.

I took his member in my other hand and began stroking it slowly, to take his mind away from the pain in his behind. He moaned again, oblivious even after I pushed another finger inside him. He was also hungry. I wonder how long had he been locked up in this place. Alone. Craving for someone else's touch.

"Master….please…"

"Please, what, Goku?"

I touched him deep inside his body with my fingers. He groaned, kicking his feet again.

"Aaaagh…Master……I…unngh…"

Groaning impatiently, I pushed my length into his body, replacing my finger on his sensitive spot with it. The heat of his body around me was enough to make me burst with pleasure. The moans he let out sounded like prayers, vibrating through his body, on the wall of his passage, rocking my member wildly. I thought I would lose my sanity as I pushed in and pulled out of him over and over again. My mind went blank. All I knew was the instinctive movements I made in him.

He rocked his hips in rhythm with mine. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, forcing my body to be patient. I didn't want this to end shortly. It was the first time I ever tasted another male's body. It was the first time I made love to anyone. God, this boy felt incredibly good against my body! I had to held my release with all my might.

I opened my eyes again, just to see he was enjoying this as much as I did. He didn't even show any trace of pain. I made him sing with his body, panting and heaving, rocking and arching.

I pumped his length harder and harder, in rhythm with my movement into his body. I felt my body burnt, aflamed with lust. My human consciousness had left my head a few thrusts ago, and now I was consumed with animalistic need of him. I thrust into his body deeper, harder, faster, oblivious about anything else except the heat in my groin.

Screaming, he raised his legs and shoot white seeds high into the air, showering my body with his release. For a moment I thought lasted forever, I felt my vision robbed from my eyes as everything went white around me. Hot explosions burst in my groin, forcing every nerve and muscles in my body to tightened and snapped. I heard a scream that did not belong to Goku and realized a few long seconds after that it was my own.

I shot my seeds deep into him, planting something that belonged to me into his frail body. I left my mark. I've claimed him. He was mine now, inside and out.

I carried him in my arms, conveniently wrapped in my robe. My prized possession, claimed only by me. Mine, and only mine.

I took him down the mountain, mounted him on my horse. Silently, I rode us back into the path that led to temple. He squirmed in my arms, opening his eyes. Quickly, he caught me looking at him with amusement on my face.

"I'm really out of that place, am I not?" he asked, innocently.

"Yes."

He squinted, trying to see his surrounding. Pleased to see that I wasn't lying to him, he looked at me again. A wide smile broke on his lips.

"Where are we going, Sanzo?"

I frowned. "I thought I told you to call me 'Master'?"

He grinned. "Yes, sorry, Master Sanzo. Where are you taking us?"

"Somewhere, to start a new life. A new life for you."

He nuzzled his head on my chest, clutching my clothes with his hands. I didn't have to look at his face to know that he was smiling, even wider than before. I smiled too, never imagined that the new life I gave him would turned out to be a mistake.

A huge mistake.

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Author's note: So, whaddya think? This is my first Saiyuki fanfic, if not my first fanfic ever (I'm used to write original yaoi fics). Review me! Comment me! (nicely) Critize me! If you like this fanfic, I'll make the sequel, the early beginning of the Gensomaden Journey, about when Goku lives in Sanzo's temple and just be the sweetie that he is (which means a loud, uncivilized troublemaker that always bring misery into Sanzo's used-to-be quiet life ^_^').

But if you don't like it…well…I'll be really sad, but I will consider making the sequel anyway. I had so much fun writing this fanfic!

(last edited: August 11th, 2002, 10:28 p.m.)