Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ This Never Happened ❯ This Never Happened ( One-Shot )

:: This Never Happened ::

Gensomaden Saiyuki

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

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Sanzo/Goku

Warnings: yaoi, lemon, PWP, smut, definite OOCness, vague, weird humor...

Notes: *blink* I know my titles have been ridiculous lately, but honestly... x_x;;

Anyway. I started this lemon, then got stuck and thought I'd never finish it... amazing what coffee, doujinshi, and a little special something called Level C can do. ^_^;; My first Saiyuki lemon, a contribution to the surprising lack of decent Sanzo/Goku lemons. *cough* Not that mine's much better, I'm guessing, but hey, I tried.

Right. So. Onto the smut. Please ignore any OOCness, because these two are OOC for even sleeping with each other. *cough* So soon, anyway. ^^;

The repeated, frantic tapping noise had been grating on his nerves the moment it began five minutes ago. As the seconds dragged by, Sanzo was finding it harder and harder to focus on the words on the newspaper. He could feel the vein in his forehead throbbing with the beginnings of a headache.

Without warning, he shoved the newspaper to the table top and brought his paper fan out to whack the young boy sitting two chairs away. The room seemed to echo with the sharp crack the fan made against the boy's skull. A loud cry was heard.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!"

"Stop it," Sanzo snapped, tucking the fan away to only-the-gods-knew-where.

"Stop what?"

Sanzo didn't answer, picking up the paper again. Seconds later the annoying sound started again, so he whacked the boy a second time. "That! Knock it off, bakazaru!"

Goku glared at him, scooting his chair back in attempt to get out of Sanzo's attack range. It was a futile effort; Sanzo would get up if he had to. "I can't help it." His knee started to bounce again, but he stopped himself quickly. "I'm bored."

"That's not my problem," Sanzo muttered. "Go bother Gojyo."

"Ehh..." Goku mumbled, not really having a response to that. Truthfully, he just didn't feel like arguing with the half-demon tonight. They had finished eating dinner a while ago, and Hakkai had -- quite generously -- given Goku a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream. "Better eat it in the kitchen," he'd said. And so here he was, in the kitchen, done with his ice cream... and incredibly bored.

Sanzo seemed to be quite content with his damned paper, though. Goku sulked, resisting the urge to whine. Sanzo would only hit him again, and while it was less boring to get on the man's nerves, it was also less painful.

However, boredom was quickly winning out. "Sanzo--"

"Shut up!" Whack!

Goku cursed loudly as he ended up nursing a sore skull. Damned corrupted monk, he thought sullenly.

He was getting fidgety, though. It had tasted very good, but perhaps the ice cream hadn't been such a good idea. The sugar was probably getting to him.

It had been a nice treat, though. Goku rarely got to eat ice cream, and that particular flavour had been pretty good. He licked his lips absently, his mind wandering...

To say that Sanzo found the warm lips pressing to his neck surprising would have been an understatement.

He started, nearly dropping the paper. He turned, but only managed to turn halfway around before he was forced to stop due to Goku's arms encircling him. "What the hell are you doing, bakazaru?" he snapped, shoving the boy back.

Annoyingly enough, the boy kept a tight grip on him. "Keeping myself entertained," he responded. "I'm not making that annoying noise..."

Sanzo growled, pushing the boy back a second time before he picked up the newspaper again. "Stop bothering me."

The brunette seemed to be deaf, because his response to that was to move back behind the priest's chair and kiss his throat a second time. Sanzo's eyes narrowed, but he was determined not to react this time. Maybe if the boy realized he wasn't interested...

It might have worked if Goku hadn't chosen that moment to shove Sanzo's arms aside, forcing the newspaper from his view. He crawled onto the older man's lap and seemed intent on getting back to work when Sanzo grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing Goku's golden eyes to meet his.

"What--the--fuck--are--you--doing?" he hissed.

Goku shrugged, looking only a little embarrassed. "Well... I'm bored," he admitted. "And I just have this impulse to... so..." He shrugged a second time, leaning forward to caress the blonde with his lips again. Surprisingly, Sanzo let him, but he was frowning.

"What the hell did you just eat?"

"Ice cream. It was mint and chocolate... pretty good."

Sanzo cursed silently. Who the hell would be so stupid as to feed a teenage boy something loaded with fifty-percent sex hormones?! "Who?"

Goku mumbled something against his skin, something that sounded suspiciously like 'Hakkai.' Sanzo vowed to shoot the man later.

Wait. Later?!

Growling, he grabbed a handful of brown hair, jerking Goku's head away from him. "Don't assume I want to play around with you, bakazaru!"

Goku arched an eyebrow, looking infuriatingly cocky. "You seemed willing a second ago."

Sanzo glared back, his hand reaching for his hidden fan, but Goku seemed to realize what he was doing. He braced his hands on the older man's chest before pressing a startlingly forceful kiss to Sanzo's lips. His fingers went taut, pressing into the monk's collarbone.

No way am I submitting to a monkey! Sanzo's hand flew up, grasping the boy's chin as he proceeded to take control of the kiss. He wouldn't let it go too far, of course, but he sure as hell wasn't going to walk away letting the monkey think he was going to be submissive!

But if he wasn't mistaken, there was a gleam of mischief in Goku's golden eyes...

Tanned fingers tangled in blonde hair. Goku pulled the monk closer, responding with a fierce passion. He wasn't sure exactly where these excited feelings were coming from, but if he didn't make use of them, he had the distinct feeling he would regret it later.

Trying to push the monk's robes off his shoulders caused Sanzo to pull away, breaking the kiss. Before he could grind out the predictable "What are you doing?" inquiry, Goku said bluntly, "I want to be on top."

Sanzo blinked, taking a moment to register that statement. Then he glared. "Like hell."

"You think I'd give in just like that?" Goku retorted, moving swiftly so the priest could have little time to react. The cream-coloured robes slipped easily off his shoulders, and with quick work the entire torso of Sanzo's black, skin-tight top beneath was revealed. Sanzo let out a growl of irritation. He meant to whack the damned monkey for assuming too much, for being so cocky, he really did. But it was infuriatingly distracting to have those hands gripping him as Goku's lips found his, kissing him without much skill but with a lot of enthusiasm. Energy was certainly one thing Goku did not lack!

Sanzo had half a mind to shove the boy back onto the table and molest him there, just to prove that he wasn't about to let himself be pushed around by a monkey. However, Goku seemed to have been perfectly serious when he said he wanted to be on top. Sanzo actually started when the boy's nails dug into his skin, pinching him uncomfortably. He hissed softly.

Of course, it would have been silly to expect Goku to just sit back and take whatever Sanzo wanted to throw at him. If he was brave enough to be a smart-ass, it was no surprise Goku had the confidence to think he could possibly control something like this.

Well. Sanzo would just have to make sure that idea was banished from the boy's mind.

Goku was clumsy, which seemed only natural; Sanzo very much doubted the boy was sexually experienced with another person. Sanzo hadn't slept with anybody, either, but he was also worldlier than Goku; it tended to come from living an actual life experience for twenty-three years, whilst Goku could clearly remember only five or so years of his own life. He'd managed to remain surprisingly simple-minded-- but definitely not stupid. Nobody could spend three years with Gojyo and walk away without learning a thing or two about sex.

It made Sanzo suspicious as to just what kind of talks the two might have had during their more cooperative moments.

Rough hands tugged at his leather top. Calloused fingers explored Sanzo's chest. Goku was sitting back, completely focused with simply undressing the monk at the current moment. Sanzo quickly grew annoyed with his slowness and ended up pulling his own top off. The smug look flickered on Goku's eyes again before Sanzo brought his face up for another kiss. It was forceful, lacking any tenderness that a normal lover would express. Goku did his best to respond in kind while at the same time sliding his legs off the older man. His arousal was apparent, and somehow struck a twisted sort of amusement in Sanzo as it brushed his thigh.

He broke away, gripping tightly at Sanzo's wrist. "Just hold on," he panted softly, releasing one of the monk's arms to pull the rest of his robes down. Sanzo had to shift in his seat to assist the boy -- it was better than letting Goku rip them, after all -- but that was about all he did.

I'm just curious as to what the hell he thinks he's doing, the blonde told himself firmly, watching Goku with blank eyes. That's all.

Goku's golden eyes held a mixture of apprehension and excitement. He absently bit his lip as his fingers strayed to the waistline of Sanzo's tight pants. When the priest didn't discourage him, Goku's hand delved inside. His fingers brushed against Sanzo's hardening member. A barely audible hiss escaped Sanzo's lips. He kept telling himself that there was no way Goku would go so far. There was no way he was serious. He was going to back off once he came to his senses and try to pretend nothing had ever happened, and Sanzo was going to give him a good few whacks with the paper fan.

But even Sanzo could recognize denial when he saw it, so he didn't start too badly when the boy had the audacity to tug at his pants, pulling them down until he could free Sanzo's hardening erection.

Goku didn't do more than blink. "Could you scoot forward a bit?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

Sanzo scoffed quietly, but did as requested. He kept his gaze fixed on the boy. Part of him willed Goku to back down, to shy away at the last moment if he had, to, while the other...

He tried, vainly, to suppress the strong shudder that coursed through him as Goku's lips brushed the head of his cock. The boy didn't need to have experience to know how to manipulate the male body; any boy could learn that well enough on his own. Goku began to gently stroke Sanzo, his golden eyes locked on the priest's rapidly hardening erection with almost childish fascination. Sanzo grit his teeth together. To make any more noise than he absolutely had to would prove he was losing control, and he was not about to lose control.

One of Goku's hands slid back to rest firmly on Sanzo's knee as he straightened a bit, bending over the priest's lap to have easier access to his hard-on. Golden eyes flickered upward briefly, and Sanzo met them with a challenging gaze. Just how far do you think you can handle it, you stupid monkey?

Goku's lips curved into a boyish smirk before his eyes lowered. Sanzo's hand moved almost reflexively when a warm tongue tentatively brushed over the tip of his cock, tightening on the teenager's shoulder. His breath hitched, but it was barely audible. No doubt Goku heard it anyway. Damned enhanced demon senses...

Taking the blonde's hand on his shoulder as a sign of encouragement, Goku took the older man's erection in his other hand. He tried to appear calm, but the short, quick breaths that caused Sanzo to feel the boy's ribs against his leg told him otherwise. Warm lips against his skin caused an uncontrollable shudder to run through Sanzo's body. He had to bite his tongue to control the low groan as Goku carefully took a couple inches of him into his mouth.

The boy's tongue knew no tricks to play, but Goku didn't need them to exert simple pressure, to slide down further, taking more of his keeper's erection into his mouth. Sanzo's hand slid up, his fingers brushing against the cold metal of Goku's diadem before he sunk his fingers into the thick locks of brown hair, above the golden limiter. To accidentally remove the diadem would have been bad enough in a normal situation-- do to so now would be twice as worse, thought Sanzo dryly.

Goku pulled back, so suddenly it caused Sanzo to growl aloud. "What--"

"That hurts," the boy said huskily, a wry smile on his lips. He looked so goddamn smug that Sanzo nearly released his handful of the boy's hair and left, but he was not going to leave letting Goku think he had gotten the better of him.

Even so, Sanzo glared and loosened his hold. "Well, if you're done..." He drifted off purposefully, awaiting Goku's reaction.

Clearly alarmed, the golden-eyed heretic grasped his wrist. "Not yet," he said, a touch of desperation in his voice. Without another word, he leaned forward again, swallowing the older man down faster, causing Sanzo to gasp aloud. This time when he tangled his fingers in the boy's hair, Goku only made a small noise of irritation before promptly putting it out of his mind.

Sanzo bent forward, his lips a thin, white line as he struggled to control the waves of pleasure coursing through him. He allowed his eyes to close, and soon enough small gasps escaped his mouth. He felt waves of heat washing over him, making him feel hotter and hotter. He didn't realize his knuckles had gone white from gripping the boy's hair so tightly. He could only sit there with his eyes shut, finally unable to control the strangled groans that escaped his throat.

Goku's left hand tightened on Sanzo's knee. Emboldened by the man's moans, he began to increase his suction, delighting in the small reactions that indicated Sanzo was enjoying this more than he'd even admit. Goku put his tongue to work again, sliding it over Sanzo's erection. It was hot, throbbing in Goku's mouth; the sensation sent wild spikes of arousal to the boy's groin.

"You..." The gasp came as a mild surprise. Goku kept his eyes closed, focusing entirely on his work. The only other sound Sanzo emitted right after that was a long, drawn-out groan before he came into the boy's mouth. Goku wasn't fully prepared and started, pulling back and coughing as he attempted to regain his bearings.

Sanzo kept his hand in the boy's hair, so that Goku had little choice but to rest his cheek against the man's thigh while Sanzo panted, trying to regain the breath he'd lost. Goku's lips twitched into a grin.

Of course, Sanzo noticed. Violet eyes flickered with annoyance. Like hell he was going to let the monkey get away with that!

After a few minutes, Sanzo cleared his throat. "Goku." To his great relief, his voice came out firm and only a little husky. "Stand up."

Surprisingly, Goku didn't argue. He felt Sanzo's hold on him loosen, much to his relief. His head hurt, and he was vaguely amused to see strands of his hair in Sanzo's hand. Sanzo scowled and proceeded to act as though he hadn't just nearly ripped the boy's scalp off. He stood as well, fastening his piercing gaze on the young teen.

Goku's gaze wavered a bit, but he didn't step down.

Good. Sanzo hated weak people.

"Stupid," was all he uttered before he used one arm to shove the boy backwards. Goku stumbled back against the table and was easily shoved back onto it. Sanzo's hand shoved his shirt up; conveniently enough, the boy had changed into more sensible evening clothes -- a t-shirt and jeans -- so it didn't require Sanzo to go through the ordeal of removing layers of clothing. His hand met bare skin, and Goku shivered.

Even so, the brunette was grinning. "You know--"

"You're annoying. Shut up." Sanzo leaned over the boy, narrowing amethyst eyes at him.

Goku squirmed beneath him, attempting to shove the blonde's arm off him. "No way. I wanted--"

Growling in annoyance, Sanzo cut the boy off by kissing him. It was effective despite Sanzo's weight on him; Goku didn't seem to mind at all as he murmured into the kiss, twining his arms around his keeper's neck. Sanzo nearly had to shake himself, remembering that he was trying to make a point. His hand went to the boy's jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling them down Goku's legs roughly.

"Uhm," Goku muttered, tearing his mouth away from Sanzo's. The blonde levered himself up, making it easier to reach between them and grasp the brunette's erection. Goku gasped, his head smacking audibly against the table top as he arched his hips into the touch. "Sanzo..."

Noisy brat... Sanzo 'hmph'ed in response, his wrist flicking up and down as he continued to stroke the boy. A strangled moan worked its way out of Goku's mouth; his fingernails dug into Sanzo's shoulders. The corrupted priest hissed, using his free hand to knock one of the hands away. "Stop that," he ordered.

Goku had enough control left over to glare. The look vanished immediately as Sanzo gave the boy's erection a firm squeeze, drawing out a loud groan in response.

"Ch'. Annoying," the blonde muttered, leaning over enough to keep a sense of balance and clamp his other hand over the boy's mouth at the same time. He found Goku's muffled cries more arousing than he wanted to admit. Sweat was beginning to dampen the brunette's skin, and Sanzo only vaguely realized that it was harder to keep control of himself when he was the dominant one.

Damn it. His hand slowly trailed away from Goku's throbbing erection. The indignant cry was loud, and Sanzo was relieved he had kept his hand over Goku's mouth. The sound was muffled. "Quiet," he grated out. When the blonde leaned down further, Goku almost immediately caught on. His arms wrapped around Sanzo's neck again, his hips jerking upwards into the firm plane of Sanzo's stomach. He gasped.

Even though Sanzo was towering over the boy, both arms resting on either side of Goku's head, he had the distinct and disturbing feeling that Goku was still holding the reigns. Goku tightened his hold on his keeper, intensifying the friction between their bodies as he jerked his hips upward. Sanzo had to literally bite his tongue to keep from making any noise; Goku made no such move to preserve his dignity.

"Nn," Sanzo muttered, balling his hands into fists. Heat was beginning to rapidly warm his body; blood began to circulate toward his groin again, and it didn't help when Goku shifted, pressing his legs on either side of Sanzo's midsection. The wonderfully painful ache transformed into something far more intense. Coherent thought had dissipated, and it was only sheer inexperience that kept Sanzo from pushing Goku into a more uncomfortable position and burying himself deep within the boy.

Surprisingly muscular arms tightened, jerking the blonde man down for a kiss. Sanzo found the rest of his conscious thoughts slipping away as Goku's tongue worked its way inside his mouth, brushing against his own. He pinned the brunette firmly against the table, grinding their erections together. The friction became unbearably hot, jabbing pleasure through every nerve, making his skin feel hypersensitive so that he noticed Goku's every touch...

Goku broke the kiss to choke on a gasp, slamming his head a second time against the table. His back arched, rubbing his erection over Sanzo's stomach, before he came with a hoarse groan.

Sanzo closed his eyes briefly, leaning down to kiss the brunette's throat just as he was relaxing. Goku murmured softly; Sanzo could practically feel his pleased smile. Ignoring this fact, the corrupted monk bit down on Goku's shoulder, catching the material of the boy's t-shirt before he gave a final thrust against the boy's body. Hot, noticeably sticky fluid stuck to both of them, and as both young men began to cool off it became uncomfortable. Even so, neither made any indication of wanting to move.

After nearly five minutes of this, Sanzo seemed to come to his senses. He abruptly shoved himself away, breaking Goku's hold on him. Their eyes met.

At last, Sanzo turned and promptly got dressed. "As far as I'm concerned, this never happened."

Goku's lips twitched into a knowing smile. "All right."

"This doesn't change anything."

"Uh huh." Despite Goku's agreeing words, his tone held a note of smug amusement. Sanzo finished pulling his leather top over his head, glaring in the heretic's direction.

"Hmph." He picked up his priests robes and sutra, not bothering to put either back on. He did pause at the doorway to glance back at the boy. "Goku."

Mildly taken aback at the use of his proper name, Goku blinked. "Yeah?"

Amethyst eyes narrowed. "Clean up the mess you made," Sanzo said pointedly before stalking out of the kitchen.

Goku blinked, staring after him, before his ears and brain made the connection. He growled.

"Not fair! Sanzo, you bastard--!"