Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Verismo ❯ Aria ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: hatochan 
While the kappa and youkais play, the priest is left to his own devices...
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.26.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 447 | Status: Work In Progress
While the kappa and youkais play, the priest is left to his own devices...
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.26.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 447 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Notes
- It's been forever, I'm sorry!!!
- Thanks to everyone who reviewed :)
nomalaz: I couldn't pass up an opportunity to put the ero kappa in an odd position:) Personally I think Gojyo could screw anywhere, but I figured the tree would be pushing it for Hakkai ( though he seems to be just as opportunistic as Gojyo).
pasc55 and sohmamomiji: Thank you! I hope you enjoy the rest of their story and Sanzo and Goku's, too.
Warnings: Sexual language ( male x male), coarse language.
Disclaimer: Saiyuki belongs to Minekura-sama, Beautiful Stranger belongs to Madonna, Playground Lover belongs to Air
( Virgin Suicides soundtrack, must watch, must listen).
MUSIC: INTERACTIVE ( ‘cuz it’s on the radio :)
Aria
// Dah-dah-dah-de dah-de-dah-de dah dah dah-dah-dum
Beautiful stranger....//
" I can't find him anywhere!"
" You ran right past him, bakazaru. Near the stream."
" AWWWW DAMNIT!!!" Goku screamed in frustrated rage. His long pony tail whipped through the air as he vaulted over the roof's railing, the slide of his feet on the tile roof could be heard clearly in the still afternoon. Sanzo listened to the loud clattering, a pause where the teen leapt, more clattering and then the snap and rustle of tree limbs as Goku jumped into the branches of the giant oak overhanging the temple's tiered roof. The boy's presence, that constant irritating voice in the back of his mind, faded slowly until only a whisper was left; distant but not gone.
// I'm a high school lover, and you're my favorite flavorLove is all, all my soulYou're my Playground Love ...//
Paper crinkled slightly as the priest turned the page of his newspaper. Sanzo hadn't bothered to look up when his young charge had burst onto the open roof top, bitching loudly about his failed attempt at retrieving his meatbun from the errant kappa. And he didn't bat a golden lash when Goku leapt from the sixth story height to continue his chase. Sanzo was trying very very hard to ignore everything outside his three meter personal bubble; the radio, other people, youkai....
" I guess I should reign them in, " A soft voice emanated from the bench to the priest's right side, sigh accompanying the words. ", before they do any irreparable damage." Dark green and bone white floated across his peripheral vision before it smoothly disappeared over the decorative rail. Unlike his young pupil, Hakkai was completely silent in his descent; Sanzo couldn’t hear the slightest noise indicating the youkai’s movement.
Several moments passed and the world turned lazily in the late afternoon sunshine. Birds chirped overhead, V-shaped flocks heading to distant lands of warmer climates. Vibrant yellow maple leaves twisted in the wind, their tips deep crimson as though dipped in fresh blood, forming brightly colored drifts in the corners of the temple complex. The low chattering of the other monks droned senselessly far below. Fuzzy music issued from the ancient radio perched atop the rail. The blond priest folded the newspaper and tossed it onto the stone seat next to him.
//Yet my hands are shakingI feel my body remains, time's no matter, I'm on fireOn the playground, love. //
Finally, FINALLY, alone.
Sanzo crushed the spent cigarette butt into the ashtray Hakkai had brought to the roof for the two smokers and quickly snatched another slender stick from his crumpled pack. The click of the lighter was comforting, the hiss of acrid smoke curling through his sinuses soothing. Inhale, exhale, eyes closed in appreciation of the moment. Inhale, exhale. Sanzo stretched his gloved arms out and leaned back against the parapet, elbows braced on the sun warmed wood, enjoying the peace; superficial though it was.
Fuckin' hard-on won't go away. Cigarette was lifted to his lips and the blond man contemplated his predicament.
It had started when the green eyed youkai suggested he and his student take their lesson outside to take advantage of the beautiful weather. Goku had eagerly agreed and , as monkeys are oft inclined, immediately headed towards the highest point in the temple. Gojyo, who had been listlessly occupying Sanzo's office along with the other two demons, had also jumped at the chance to do more than listen in on the mathematics lesson and wickedly mentioned that they had yet to partake of the midday meal. The young teen grew wide eyed and screamed at the red head for not telling them sooner ( Goku hadn't noticed the skipped meal because he was too busy devouring all the apples and oranges Hakkai was using as lesson examples), then proceeded to throw a fit until Sanzo called one of the novices to send a meal to the roof for the four of them.
Happy knowing that he would be properly fed soon, Goku had bounced up the ancient stone steps with the older men close behind. Specifically Sanzo. The priest had been directly behind the young youkai as they climbed the exterior stairway, violet eyes on level with a firm cord clad rump. But it wasn't the piece of rounded anatomy that caught the blond's attention. It was the swathe of golden skin exposed each time the teenager moved, his green tunic rising with every energetic step and displaying the soft flesh just above his waistband.
That had done it. Sanzo had been mesmerized by the regular flash of skin, his gaze solidly glued to the rise and fall of emerald material and what lay underneath. The priest thought about how smooth, how soft, the skin would be there. The urge to touch it was insanely strong. Sanzo wanted to lick and nip and kiss the bronzed flesh until the young man moaned his name. Hundreds of naughty images flooded his mind as blood flowed south to create a rather uncomfortable swelling in his jeans. The priest had nearly tripped on the final step, his thoughts so intent on his fantasy, emerging into the bright sunlight with a barely concealed stumble.
Cursing his rebellious body, Sanzo had quickly plopped down onto a stone bench, adjusting the voluminous robes to better hide the bulging denim. Paranoid to a fault, he had eventually removed the Maten Sutra and breast plate to slip out of the upper half of his priest's ensemble( carefully tucking the sutra into one of the many hiding places within the folds) and bunched the excess material about his waist, completely hiding his lap under the bulky fabric. His paper had then snapped open and been erected as a barrier between himself and the other three.
It had worked, at first. Sanzo had had years to perfect his little bubble of cold indifference and minutes after opening his favorite reading material his mind had become absorbed within the faded type; his cock deflating back to an unexcited state. Then Goku would squeal. Or bitch. Or jump up and down in that aggravating way of his... the boy managed to break Sanzo's concentration at least every quarter hour and the blond would be instantly reminded of that warm flash of skin.
And his body responded each time.
Now that he was blessedly alone he no longer had to bother covering his groin, even though the rational part of his mind kept telling him no one could see his body beneath the robes and tight jeans, anyway. Stretched and slumped simultaneously, Sanzo mulled over his options. It's nothing more than a simple physical reaction. The body's need for a sexual release. I can handle it. Growing up in a monastery had given the violet eyed man plenty of experience with sexual activities; masturbation to mutual release between partners to celibacy. All of which was dictated by need, not whim.
While Sanzo accepted the fact that his body sometimes required sex, in one form or another, he could not accept that his carnal fantasies had lately begun to feature his ward. Goku was his responsibility, not his plaything; much like he and Koumyou had been. How unimaginable that Master would have lusted after me in this fashion, for him to have anything other than paternal feelings for me. Of course, he had been exceptionally young, barely a teen when his beloved master left him. The difference in their ages had been considerable, at least a couple of decades, giving their relationship more of a father/son dynamic. He and Goku, on the other hand, were much closer in age; more akin to friends, brothers...lovers. And it wasn't as if Sanzo had never bedded someone younger than he. But still, Goku was just too... Innocent. Over 500 years old and he acts younger than his earthly 17 years. A child. He's a child and what kind of sick fuck am I to have urges regarding him? Sanzo's grip tightened unnecessarily on his cigarette, the thin cylinder trembling under the pressure, tiny rips appearing in the paper.
//You're the piece of gold that flashes all my soul. Extra time, on the ground. You're my Playground Love. //
The priest forced his hand to relax, to lay limply on the rail. Becoming agitated would not help him in his current predicament. Sanzo brought the cigarette back to his lips for an extra long inhale. As the smoke curled around his face, drifting upwards to be sucked back in through his nostrils, the blond man continued to contemplate the highly uncomfortable strain beneath his clothing. He'd been ignoring it for nearly two hours and that had not worked. He could leave the rooftop and take an icy cold shower, but he was just too damn lazy to leave his otherwise comfy position. Besides, the great Sanzo priest refused to allow something as common as lust rule his actions.
Ash floated slowly to the worn surface of the rail then disappeared in a sudden gust of wind, carrying multi-colored leaves along with the gray fluff. Sanzo stared at the dead foliage whipping through the skeletal limbs and wondered briefly if the two youkai had caught up to their prey. Hakkai will have found him by now. Goku is probably still blundering aro- Or maybe not. The monkey's shouts could be heard across the temple grounds. Sanzo couldn't make out the words, he caught " Gojyo" and his own name, but he could guess by the general tone that Goku had found the red head's hiding spot.
There would be an all out battle, at least half a dozen trees and several acres of brush would fall victim to the brawlers as they tore through the forested grounds. Sanzo waited for the inevitable crashes from the forest and was pleasantly surprised when nothing but sylvan quiet filled the air. I guess Hakkai stepped in. Probably gave the monkey a sweet to placate him. The blonde pictured the little group in the middle of the trees, talking and laughing and Goku swallowing his treat whole as he bounced up and down exposing more of his tan skin...
Shit. I'm not supposed to think about him like that. Not supposed to think about golden flesh, flat belly, long legs, molten eyes, pink tongue darting out to lick away drops of tea splashed on his face, wild hair so soft to the touch hanging in his eyes as he runs calloused hands down my chest- His unoccupied hand absently fell into his lap, landing on top of the swell.. Fingers flexed. Thigh muscles twitched.
" Oi, Sanzo."
Pale lashes snapped up, violet eyes glaring. Goku stood on the other side of the roof top, a large rabbit swinging from his folded arms like a rag doll. The teen's head was cocked to one side in curiosity as he stared at his guardian. Sanzo felt heat rising to his face as he brought his hand back to the rail. He used it to grab his pack of cigs to keep it occupied. Fuck, I didn't even sense him I was so distracted. That could get me killed one day. The priest flicked away his spent butt and busied himself with lighting another. A grunt was his only verbal response to the teen's entrance.
Goku ambled over to the blond man and flopped down near the remains of lunch. Sanzo finally took in the boy's expression, serious and contemplative and completely NOT him. He's thinking about something and that never bodes well for me. Hell ,even the rabbit looks dour. Sanzo recognized the ball of brown and white fur as one of the tame rabbits raised by a neighboring farmer. Occasionally they would escape the confines of the farm and roam the temple grounds until Goku rounded them up and returned them ( tearfully at first, until Sanzo and the farmer assured him he could visit the pesky vermin whenever he wanted) . The priest knew he had seen this particular animal more often than the others, his patterning unique among the rest. Bakausagi must like the bakazaru. He's certainly reflecting the monkey's mood right now. He twirled his lit cigarette in his fingers as he watched the teenager picking through the apple cores and bread crumbs, waiting for Goku to spit out whatever was bothering him. On the plus side, the odd mood had dampened the priest's raging hard-on, making it easier for Sanzo to ignore it.
Minutes passed in silence. Sanzo mentally cursed himself, the boy and every deity that had placed him in this situation. Why the fuck should I care? " What is it, Goku?"
The teenager didn't respond immediately, fingers of one hand curled into the soft fur right behind the rabbit's long ears. Goku continued to study the empty platters, eventually giving a half hearted shrug. " Nothin'. " The rabbit shifted in his lap trying to find a more comfortable spot. It finally wiggled its way into the space between the boy's folded legs and settled its nose on a lean thigh. Goku kept idly scratching its fluffy head.
Sanzo let it go. If Goku didn't want to talk about it, then so be it. At least my jeans aren't going to pop at the- Goku suddenly sprawled on his back over the wooden planks, shirt lifting to reveal golden skin from angular hips to chiseled pectorals. The rabbit stayed between his thighs, head nestled in the dip where thigh met body, a hand still stroking its fur. Hazy sunlight bathed the entire scene in a warm glow, making the boy look utterly fuckable.
That's it. I'm outta here. Sanzo stood abruptly and headed towards the stairs intent on enduring a shower of arctic temperatures. He was brought up short by a soft voice calling his name.
" Sanzo, why are Hakkai and Gojyo having sex with each other?"
//Anytime, anyway, You're my Playground Love... //
TBC...
- It's been forever, I'm sorry!!!
- Thanks to everyone who reviewed :)
nomalaz: I couldn't pass up an opportunity to put the ero kappa in an odd position:) Personally I think Gojyo could screw anywhere, but I figured the tree would be pushing it for Hakkai ( though he seems to be just as opportunistic as Gojyo).
pasc55 and sohmamomiji: Thank you! I hope you enjoy the rest of their story and Sanzo and Goku's, too.
Warnings: Sexual language ( male x male), coarse language.
Disclaimer: Saiyuki belongs to Minekura-sama, Beautiful Stranger belongs to Madonna, Playground Lover belongs to Air
( Virgin Suicides soundtrack, must watch, must listen).
MUSIC: INTERACTIVE ( ‘cuz it’s on the radio :)
Aria
// Dah-dah-dah-de dah-de-dah-de dah dah dah-dah-dum
Beautiful stranger....//
" I can't find him anywhere!"
" You ran right past him, bakazaru. Near the stream."
" AWWWW DAMNIT!!!" Goku screamed in frustrated rage. His long pony tail whipped through the air as he vaulted over the roof's railing, the slide of his feet on the tile roof could be heard clearly in the still afternoon. Sanzo listened to the loud clattering, a pause where the teen leapt, more clattering and then the snap and rustle of tree limbs as Goku jumped into the branches of the giant oak overhanging the temple's tiered roof. The boy's presence, that constant irritating voice in the back of his mind, faded slowly until only a whisper was left; distant but not gone.
// I'm a high school lover, and you're my favorite flavorLove is all, all my soulYou're my Playground Love ...//
Paper crinkled slightly as the priest turned the page of his newspaper. Sanzo hadn't bothered to look up when his young charge had burst onto the open roof top, bitching loudly about his failed attempt at retrieving his meatbun from the errant kappa. And he didn't bat a golden lash when Goku leapt from the sixth story height to continue his chase. Sanzo was trying very very hard to ignore everything outside his three meter personal bubble; the radio, other people, youkai....
" I guess I should reign them in, " A soft voice emanated from the bench to the priest's right side, sigh accompanying the words. ", before they do any irreparable damage." Dark green and bone white floated across his peripheral vision before it smoothly disappeared over the decorative rail. Unlike his young pupil, Hakkai was completely silent in his descent; Sanzo couldn’t hear the slightest noise indicating the youkai’s movement.
Several moments passed and the world turned lazily in the late afternoon sunshine. Birds chirped overhead, V-shaped flocks heading to distant lands of warmer climates. Vibrant yellow maple leaves twisted in the wind, their tips deep crimson as though dipped in fresh blood, forming brightly colored drifts in the corners of the temple complex. The low chattering of the other monks droned senselessly far below. Fuzzy music issued from the ancient radio perched atop the rail. The blond priest folded the newspaper and tossed it onto the stone seat next to him.
//Yet my hands are shakingI feel my body remains, time's no matter, I'm on fireOn the playground, love. //
Finally, FINALLY, alone.
Sanzo crushed the spent cigarette butt into the ashtray Hakkai had brought to the roof for the two smokers and quickly snatched another slender stick from his crumpled pack. The click of the lighter was comforting, the hiss of acrid smoke curling through his sinuses soothing. Inhale, exhale, eyes closed in appreciation of the moment. Inhale, exhale. Sanzo stretched his gloved arms out and leaned back against the parapet, elbows braced on the sun warmed wood, enjoying the peace; superficial though it was.
Fuckin' hard-on won't go away. Cigarette was lifted to his lips and the blond man contemplated his predicament.
It had started when the green eyed youkai suggested he and his student take their lesson outside to take advantage of the beautiful weather. Goku had eagerly agreed and , as monkeys are oft inclined, immediately headed towards the highest point in the temple. Gojyo, who had been listlessly occupying Sanzo's office along with the other two demons, had also jumped at the chance to do more than listen in on the mathematics lesson and wickedly mentioned that they had yet to partake of the midday meal. The young teen grew wide eyed and screamed at the red head for not telling them sooner ( Goku hadn't noticed the skipped meal because he was too busy devouring all the apples and oranges Hakkai was using as lesson examples), then proceeded to throw a fit until Sanzo called one of the novices to send a meal to the roof for the four of them.
Happy knowing that he would be properly fed soon, Goku had bounced up the ancient stone steps with the older men close behind. Specifically Sanzo. The priest had been directly behind the young youkai as they climbed the exterior stairway, violet eyes on level with a firm cord clad rump. But it wasn't the piece of rounded anatomy that caught the blond's attention. It was the swathe of golden skin exposed each time the teenager moved, his green tunic rising with every energetic step and displaying the soft flesh just above his waistband.
That had done it. Sanzo had been mesmerized by the regular flash of skin, his gaze solidly glued to the rise and fall of emerald material and what lay underneath. The priest thought about how smooth, how soft, the skin would be there. The urge to touch it was insanely strong. Sanzo wanted to lick and nip and kiss the bronzed flesh until the young man moaned his name. Hundreds of naughty images flooded his mind as blood flowed south to create a rather uncomfortable swelling in his jeans. The priest had nearly tripped on the final step, his thoughts so intent on his fantasy, emerging into the bright sunlight with a barely concealed stumble.
Cursing his rebellious body, Sanzo had quickly plopped down onto a stone bench, adjusting the voluminous robes to better hide the bulging denim. Paranoid to a fault, he had eventually removed the Maten Sutra and breast plate to slip out of the upper half of his priest's ensemble( carefully tucking the sutra into one of the many hiding places within the folds) and bunched the excess material about his waist, completely hiding his lap under the bulky fabric. His paper had then snapped open and been erected as a barrier between himself and the other three.
It had worked, at first. Sanzo had had years to perfect his little bubble of cold indifference and minutes after opening his favorite reading material his mind had become absorbed within the faded type; his cock deflating back to an unexcited state. Then Goku would squeal. Or bitch. Or jump up and down in that aggravating way of his... the boy managed to break Sanzo's concentration at least every quarter hour and the blond would be instantly reminded of that warm flash of skin.
And his body responded each time.
Now that he was blessedly alone he no longer had to bother covering his groin, even though the rational part of his mind kept telling him no one could see his body beneath the robes and tight jeans, anyway. Stretched and slumped simultaneously, Sanzo mulled over his options. It's nothing more than a simple physical reaction. The body's need for a sexual release. I can handle it. Growing up in a monastery had given the violet eyed man plenty of experience with sexual activities; masturbation to mutual release between partners to celibacy. All of which was dictated by need, not whim.
While Sanzo accepted the fact that his body sometimes required sex, in one form or another, he could not accept that his carnal fantasies had lately begun to feature his ward. Goku was his responsibility, not his plaything; much like he and Koumyou had been. How unimaginable that Master would have lusted after me in this fashion, for him to have anything other than paternal feelings for me. Of course, he had been exceptionally young, barely a teen when his beloved master left him. The difference in their ages had been considerable, at least a couple of decades, giving their relationship more of a father/son dynamic. He and Goku, on the other hand, were much closer in age; more akin to friends, brothers...lovers. And it wasn't as if Sanzo had never bedded someone younger than he. But still, Goku was just too... Innocent. Over 500 years old and he acts younger than his earthly 17 years. A child. He's a child and what kind of sick fuck am I to have urges regarding him? Sanzo's grip tightened unnecessarily on his cigarette, the thin cylinder trembling under the pressure, tiny rips appearing in the paper.
//You're the piece of gold that flashes all my soul. Extra time, on the ground. You're my Playground Love. //
The priest forced his hand to relax, to lay limply on the rail. Becoming agitated would not help him in his current predicament. Sanzo brought the cigarette back to his lips for an extra long inhale. As the smoke curled around his face, drifting upwards to be sucked back in through his nostrils, the blond man continued to contemplate the highly uncomfortable strain beneath his clothing. He'd been ignoring it for nearly two hours and that had not worked. He could leave the rooftop and take an icy cold shower, but he was just too damn lazy to leave his otherwise comfy position. Besides, the great Sanzo priest refused to allow something as common as lust rule his actions.
Ash floated slowly to the worn surface of the rail then disappeared in a sudden gust of wind, carrying multi-colored leaves along with the gray fluff. Sanzo stared at the dead foliage whipping through the skeletal limbs and wondered briefly if the two youkai had caught up to their prey. Hakkai will have found him by now. Goku is probably still blundering aro- Or maybe not. The monkey's shouts could be heard across the temple grounds. Sanzo couldn't make out the words, he caught " Gojyo" and his own name, but he could guess by the general tone that Goku had found the red head's hiding spot.
There would be an all out battle, at least half a dozen trees and several acres of brush would fall victim to the brawlers as they tore through the forested grounds. Sanzo waited for the inevitable crashes from the forest and was pleasantly surprised when nothing but sylvan quiet filled the air. I guess Hakkai stepped in. Probably gave the monkey a sweet to placate him. The blonde pictured the little group in the middle of the trees, talking and laughing and Goku swallowing his treat whole as he bounced up and down exposing more of his tan skin...
Shit. I'm not supposed to think about him like that. Not supposed to think about golden flesh, flat belly, long legs, molten eyes, pink tongue darting out to lick away drops of tea splashed on his face, wild hair so soft to the touch hanging in his eyes as he runs calloused hands down my chest- His unoccupied hand absently fell into his lap, landing on top of the swell.. Fingers flexed. Thigh muscles twitched.
" Oi, Sanzo."
Pale lashes snapped up, violet eyes glaring. Goku stood on the other side of the roof top, a large rabbit swinging from his folded arms like a rag doll. The teen's head was cocked to one side in curiosity as he stared at his guardian. Sanzo felt heat rising to his face as he brought his hand back to the rail. He used it to grab his pack of cigs to keep it occupied. Fuck, I didn't even sense him I was so distracted. That could get me killed one day. The priest flicked away his spent butt and busied himself with lighting another. A grunt was his only verbal response to the teen's entrance.
Goku ambled over to the blond man and flopped down near the remains of lunch. Sanzo finally took in the boy's expression, serious and contemplative and completely NOT him. He's thinking about something and that never bodes well for me. Hell ,even the rabbit looks dour. Sanzo recognized the ball of brown and white fur as one of the tame rabbits raised by a neighboring farmer. Occasionally they would escape the confines of the farm and roam the temple grounds until Goku rounded them up and returned them ( tearfully at first, until Sanzo and the farmer assured him he could visit the pesky vermin whenever he wanted) . The priest knew he had seen this particular animal more often than the others, his patterning unique among the rest. Bakausagi must like the bakazaru. He's certainly reflecting the monkey's mood right now. He twirled his lit cigarette in his fingers as he watched the teenager picking through the apple cores and bread crumbs, waiting for Goku to spit out whatever was bothering him. On the plus side, the odd mood had dampened the priest's raging hard-on, making it easier for Sanzo to ignore it.
Minutes passed in silence. Sanzo mentally cursed himself, the boy and every deity that had placed him in this situation. Why the fuck should I care? " What is it, Goku?"
The teenager didn't respond immediately, fingers of one hand curled into the soft fur right behind the rabbit's long ears. Goku continued to study the empty platters, eventually giving a half hearted shrug. " Nothin'. " The rabbit shifted in his lap trying to find a more comfortable spot. It finally wiggled its way into the space between the boy's folded legs and settled its nose on a lean thigh. Goku kept idly scratching its fluffy head.
Sanzo let it go. If Goku didn't want to talk about it, then so be it. At least my jeans aren't going to pop at the- Goku suddenly sprawled on his back over the wooden planks, shirt lifting to reveal golden skin from angular hips to chiseled pectorals. The rabbit stayed between his thighs, head nestled in the dip where thigh met body, a hand still stroking its fur. Hazy sunlight bathed the entire scene in a warm glow, making the boy look utterly fuckable.
That's it. I'm outta here. Sanzo stood abruptly and headed towards the stairs intent on enduring a shower of arctic temperatures. He was brought up short by a soft voice calling his name.
" Sanzo, why are Hakkai and Gojyo having sex with each other?"
//Anytime, anyway, You're my Playground Love... //
TBC...