Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ You Were Meant To Be Mine ❯ Morning Hungers ( Chapter 10 )

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Sanzo wakes up to the pleasure of Layla in his arms. Once he gets Goku out of the tent, Sanzo rouses Layla, telling her he "always pays his debts." Warning: adult content. Later, Layla helps Hakkai with breakfast while Gojyo asks teasing questions about how well Layla slept. Sanzo responds with predictable hostility, but Gojyo doesn't completely back off.

Anime/Manga: Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.15.2006 | Updated On: 10.02.2006 | Pages: 8 | Words: 7.9K | Visits: 243 | Status: Completed

CHAPTER TEN Morning Hungers

Sanzo woke when the morning sky was just light enough to allow him to see clearly inside the tent. He drifted, savoring the warmth of Layla in his arms in contrast to the chill morning air. Layla had turned over onto her side, cuddling close against Sanzo's chest so they were spooned together. Sanzo's cheek rested on the flung-out length of Layla's silken hair. The sweet curves of Layla's bottom nestled against his hips, pressing against the hard length of his arousal. Sanzo watched Layla sleep, pondering the strange feelings rising up inside him. He could get used to this, to waking up every morning to the sight of Layla's tumbled hair, flushed cheek, and the soft swell of her breasts beneath her nightgown. Better yet, no nightgown at all, just Layla in all her naked loveliness. A small smile tugged at his lips as he studied the precise color of her eyelashes, the shape of her lips, the texture of her skin.

Layla wanted him. She wanted not just his pretty face and the body that came with it. Her heart wanted him. Sanzo held onto Layla's words with even more determination than the arm he had wrapped around her waist. She had known his master, a greater Sanzo than he could ever be. That meant she was aware of his own limitations, of his imperfections, of his essential humanity. So many of the women and the men who wanted him saw nothing but the sutra, the crown, and the face of the man who now wore both. They understood nothing of his heart and cared even less. For them Sanzo was something to possess, to own and exploit however their stupid twisted desires demanded. But not Layla, she who had witnessed the glory of true enlightenment. She wanted him, Koryuu, now called Genjo Sanzo.

His fingertips traced the curve of her breast, exploring the tender underside of the roundness that filled his palm so well. The cloth of her nightgown was caught under her hip, leaving it drawn tight enough across her breasts to show Sanzo her nipples as they hardened. Layla sighed and stretched, arching her back and pushing her bottom against Sanzo's hips. Sanzo bit back a groan. He took advantage of her movement to give her breast a gentle squeeze. It roused a hunger in him, a need to kiss and lick at Layla's velvety skin before he closed his mouth over her nipple and suckled there. Layla turned over onto her back and opened her eyes, blinking up at Sanzo. She brushed her fingers through his shaggy bangs and down his cheek.

"Am I dreaming?"

Sanzo smiled, then pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Layla stroked his hair, holding him closer and answering his kiss. Temptation blazed inside Sanzo, igniting his blood and turning the ache at his groin to an urgent hunger. The delicious torture doubled when Layla began kissing Sanzo's neck, warm wet open-mouthed kisses that drove him insane with need.

"Layla...."

Sanzo sank his hand into her hair and pulled her head back, claiming her mouth in a kiss that left them both moaning and straining against each other.

"Stay here," he murmured. Before Layla could speak, he slid out from under the far side of the blankets and knelt beside Goku, laying one hand on the boy's shoulder and shaking him awake. "Goku! Wake up!"

Goku mumbled something and rolled away from Sanzo, hugging his pillow.

"Goku! Get up, you lazy ape." Sanzo leaned down to speak into Goku's ear, using his best persuasive tone. "You better get out there, Goku. Gojyo had morning watch, so he's going to be twice as hungry as usual. Are you going to let that kappa pervert eat all of your breakfast?"

Eyes still closed, Goku sat bolt upright, stuffed his feet into his boots, then struggled with the ties on the tent flaps until Sanzo reached past him to yank the knots free. Once the boy was gone, Sanzo secured the ties, then eased back under the blankets. The heat radiating from Layla's body was pure heaven. Sanzo kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then the tip of her nose.

Layla's eyes fluttered open. "Mmmm. Sanzo...."

Now it was Sanzo's turn to plant a trail of wet kisses down Layla's neck. The mother of pearl buttons on the front of her nightgown gave way beneath his agile fingers.

"What are you doing?" she whispered. "They'll hear us!"

Sanzo kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth again and again. Layla moaned against his lips. Her thigh slid up along his. Sanzo pushed the thin cotton cloth off her shoulder and cupped his fingers around her breast, moving down to tease her nipple with soft little jabs of his tongue. Layla sucked in her breath. Before she could cry out, Sanzo captured her mouth with his. Eager to quicken the game and finish it before Goku barged in and ruined everything, Sanzo reached down and gathered the hem of Layla's nightgown into his fist, baring her legs to mid-thigh. Layla managed to break the kiss.

"What are you doing?"

Sanzo trailed his fingertips along the satiny skin of Layla's inner thigh. "I always pay my debts."

"Sanzo!"

The cluster of silky curls between her thighs was already wet with need. Sanzo's fingers glided up and down through the thick honey pooling there. Discovering the reality behind this mystery fascinated him. To push his cock into her slick, scalding heat.... He eased one finger into Layla. She stiffened, eyes wide.

"Does this hurt?" he asked softly.

Layla moved her head side to side. Sanzo pressed in a little further.

"Now?"

Another shake of the head. Sanzo pressed no farther in, content to rub his finger along the tight, slick walls inside Layla. His cock ached and throbbed, begging to sink into her, past every ring of muscle that would grip him, massage him, then tighten up around him and coax his seed deep into the sweetest depths of Layla's body....

Layla's breath hitched a certain way when Sanzo touched the tiny pink pearl hidden in her secret folds. That seemed to wring the loudest gasps from her. He kept to that one spot, moving now faster, now slower, pressing lightly, pressing harder, until Layla's restless, breathless writhing merged into one great tensing of every muscle in her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Sanzo held her, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and pressing Layla's face into his bare chest. She obeyed, clinging to him, shuddering with the power of the pleasure spiraling upward inside her.

All at once Layla's hands slid down Sanzo's back, dipping under the waistband of his jeans, inside his boxers, gripping his buttocks and pressing the hard length of him against her thigh. Sanzo's eyes rolled back. He had to bite his own tongue to stifle a loud noise of pleasure. He twisted against Layla, trying to work his jeans down.

"Layla. My jeans. It hurts."

Her hands slid up to his waistband. Braced on his elbow, Sanzo lifted his weight just in time. Layla shoved the cloth down over his narrow hips, then held the naked heat of his erection trapped against her bare thigh. The passionate strength of her wild joy caught Sanzo up and carried him away with her. For one breathless moment their eyes locked, purple meeting blue. Then their hungry mouths met and devoured their shouts of release.

When Sanzo could think again, he lifted his head from Layla's shoulder and stared down at her, drinking in the sight of her sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks, her naked breasts rising and falling as her breathing slowed, and the rumpled tangle of her nightgown that bared more of her than it covered.

"Good morning," he murmured, brushing a kiss across Layla's lips.

"Sanzo-sama...." She touched one fingertip to his lips, tracing the shape of them. "Is it always like that?"

"That's only the beginning."

Wide-eyed, she tried to tug her nightgown back into its proper arrangement around her. "I can't imagine...."

"Can't you?" Sanzo caught her hand and moved it aside so he could plant one last kiss between her breasts. "I doubt I'll think of anything else all day." He stood up and hitched his jeans back into place. "Get dressed. We have to be on the road again soon."

***

Even after Sanzo finished dressing and left the tent, Layla stayed where she was, staring up at the canvas ceiling, too overwhelmed to move. Last night Sanzo had allowed her to...to touch him that way. And now this morning he had insisted on doing the same for her, bringing her to a peak of pleasure so intense it was almost frightening. Sanzo. Monk, high priest, guardian of the sutra his master Koumyo Sanzo had worn back in those distant days when Layla had met him. The thought of the elder Sanzo brought a stinging blush to her cheeks. What would that Sanzo say if he knew his disciple had shared his bedroll with her, arranging matters so he "saved" her from Gojyo's desire, only to fall to the same temptation?

Layla turned over and buried her face in her pillow. She didn't know what to feel. Should she be overjoyed that this Sanzo, Genjo Sanzo, wanted her enough to set aside all the rules of his spiritual discipline and make love to her? Or should she hate herself for being the instrument of such temptation, dragging a holy man from his path and tainting his karma with such self-indulgence? Sanzo was no common monk, no typical priest, and far from being anything like an ordinary man. He seemed quite content with what had happened between them. Perhaps the only thing to do was to keep following his instructions and hope he knew something she didn't, some higher law that made what they'd done together more than just a momentary breaking of all the rules.

She gave up the warmth of their shared bedroll and folded up all the blankets, separating them into their respective piles, then rolled up the sleeping bags and secured their ties. Using a little water from her canteen, she washed herself as best she could, then folded up the soiled nightgown so the dampness stayed inside the drier layers. It would have to be washed as soon as possible. Gojyo had bought two other dressed for her, a blue one and one made of wine-dark cloth, the embroidery on its yolk set with little mirrors. The blue one had embroidery as well, simple flowers stitched in yellow with green for the stems and leaves. She chose the blue dress and pulled it on over her head, then brushed out her hair and plaited it into its usual braid. Gojyo insisted on buying her some hair ties decorated with tiny wooden flowers painted bright yellow. She used one to tie off the top of the braid, and the other to tie off the bottom. The sight of the tiny flowers gave her a pang. Goyjo was so kind to her, yet she couldn't return that kindness in any but the most limited way. She sighed. Life kept getting more and more complicated.

"Layla!" Hakkai called. "Can you give me a hand with breakfast?"

"Coming!"

Layla tucked the last of her belongings into her travel bag and ducked out through the tent flaps. Gojyo was teasing Goku about something. Sanzo stood off to one side, smoking and looking at the sky. Hakkai stood by the fire, holding a frying pan over it that sizzled with several crisp rashers of bacon.

"Good morning," Layla said.

All heads but Sanzo's turned toward her. Gojyo's latest taunt fell apart halfway out of his mouth, leaving him staring at her with his jaw hanging open.

“What is it, Gojyo?” she asked. “Is something wrong?”

“Wrong? Hell no!” He came to her and took her hands in his, holding her arms out and making her twirl. “See? I knew you had to have this dress too!”

“Thank you, Gojyo.” Layla bit her lip, guilt flooding her. “You were right about the hair ties. They're perfect.”

Goku said nothing. He glanced from her to Sanzo and back again, his expression rather sullen. Hakkai looked up from his cooking to give her a bright smile.

"There you are! Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you." Layla hurried forward, holding out one hand for the pan. "What would you like me to do?"

"These are ready. If you could put them on the plates?" Hakkai nodded toward the small folding camp table they used for eating, playing mah jong, charting their route, and whatever else came up.

"Of course."

Layla carefully got a grip on the cloth-wrapped handle of the frying pan just above Hakkai's hand, then took the spatula he offered her. Gojyo ambled over to her, swiping a slice of bacon from the pan.

"So," he said, chewing. "No bad dreams? Nothing kept you awake?"

The back of Layla's neck prickled. She glanced over her shoulder to see Sanzo facing them, shooting a glare at Goyjo that should have dropped him right where he stood.

"No," she said. "It was quite peaceful."

"Really?" Gojyo pulled a face of exaggerated astonishment. "Who'da thunk it? Sanzo snores like a congested bear."

"Sanzo does not snore."

Gojyo's grin suddenly faded. Too late Layla realized the trap she'd fallen into.

"Goku is the one who could rattle every window out of its frame."

"Hey!" Goku appeared at Layla's elbow. He snatched two slices of bacon out of the pan and crammed them into his mouth. "You should talk, kappa. When you're drunk, which is all the time, the noise you make is enough to start every dog in town howling!"

The swish of robes along with the sudden presence behind her told her Sanzo was about to enter the debate.

"Shut up, the two of you. And get your hands out of that bacon. At least let Layla put it on the plates."

Hakkai served bread and cheese along with the apparently constant supply of beer and tea. As soon as Gojyo and Goku had wolfed down their share, Sanzo put them to work breaking down the camp. Layla savored the warmth of the tea, holding her cup in both palms.

"Are you cold, Layla?" Hakkai asked.

"A little," she said. "I'm not used to being out in the weather like this."

"The day will turn hot enough soon," Sanzo said. "It always does."

His gruff tone made Layla feel like she should apologize for something. Hakkai began gathering up the dishes. Gojyo and Goku were busy arguing over how to bundle the tents back into their bags. Layla drank the last of her tea and started to turn in Hakkai's direction so she could help him with the washing up. Long fingers curled around her wrist. She glanced back to see Sanzo staring at her. His expression was still cold, but his fingertips glided up and down the tender skin on the inside of her wrist.

"You're so pretty," he murmured.

Layla blushed. She wanted to touch him, to kiss him, but she knew better than to do either in front of the others. She turned her hand so their fingers met.

"I should go help Hakkai."

Sanzo nodded, giving her hand a brief squeeze.

Soon everything was packed up. Layla looked around.

"Where is the Jeep?"

Hakkai smiled. "Hakuryuu! Come!"

From the branches of one of the nearby oaks a white shape emerged. Layla watched, eyes wide, as a small silver-white dragon soared into the air, circling briefly before coming to rest on Hakkai's outstretched arm.

"That—that's a dragon!"

Goyjo laughed. "He's that and a whole lot more."

Hakkai fed Hakuryuu some scraps from breakfast, stroking his narrow little head. "Brace yourself, Layla. This might come as a bit of a shock." He tossed the little dragon up into the air again. "Hakuryuu! Transform!"

The dragon turned a somersault, landed on the ground, then shimmered, its shape expanding. When the silvery glare cleared, the Jeep sat there, looking as plain and ordinary as it had the day before. Layla gaped at Hakkai.

"The dragon is the Jeep?

"Amazing, isn't it?"

"Now that we're done with today's magic trick," Sanzo drawled, "can we get this circus on the road?"

Layla stood there feeling more than a little awkward. It was time to face the moment she'd been dreading.

"Gojyo, may I sit on your lap again?"

For once Gojyo's good humor gave way to something darker. He glanced at Sanzo, then fired up a cigarette and blew smoke at the sky. "Aren't you afraid I'll do something disgusting and offensive?"

"That's a sure thing," Goku said.

Sanzo nodded. "You are something disgusting and offensive."

"Would you two please stop that?" Layla turned back to Gojyo. "I"m sorry, Gojyo. I realize the situation is complicated. I'd ask Hakkai, but he has to drive."

Gojyo snorted. "What makes you think you'd be any safer with Hakkai? The man has a taste for kink that makes even me blush."

Silence. Then Goku turned to Hakkai.

"What's 'kink'? Is it some kind of fruit? Is it good?"

Sanzo clapped one hand to his forehead. Hakkai turned pink, while Gojyo roared with laughter.

"Stupid monkey! You would think that!"

"Gojyo." Hakkai's tone stopped Gojyo's laughter cold. "I think that's enough. Let Layla sit on your lap while you behave yourself."

Gojyo had the grace to hang his head. "Sorry, 'Kai." He threw an arm around Layla's shoulders. "Y'know, I feel like I ought to be charging you a fee, some kind of rental for using this killer bod as furniture."

Layla sighed. "What's your price, Gojyo?"

"Watch it, kappa," Sanzo snapped.

"Oh, I think a kiss would be just fine."

"One kiss?"

"Just one."

"You don't mean just a kiss on the cheek, do you?"

Gojyo flashed her a sexy grin. "Come on, Layla. One kiss. Hakkai and Sanzo are standing by ready to throw me into the river if I try anything."

"I'm not dragging your worthless hanyo ass all the way to the river." Sanzo pulled out his pistol. "I'll just shoot you and leave you for the scavengers."

"Go oil your gun, you pissy monk." Gojyo held out his arms to Layla. "So? Do we have a deal?"

"You're a ruthless opportunist, you know that?"

"I prefer to think of myself as an expert in my field." His voice turned low and husky. "C'mere, baby. Your demon lover awaits."

Layla stuck her hand into the hip pocket of her dress and pulled out a bundle wrapped in blue tissue paper. She unfolded it, then held it out to Gojyo.

"What's that?" he asked.

"'The kisses of the snow angels.' White chocolate, shaved coconut, pistachio nuts, and a few other things. I bought some in the marketplace while Goku was getting all that taffy."

Hakkai chuckled. "She's got you, Gojyo."

"What?" Gojyo looked at him. "What?"

One corner of Sanzo's mouth quirked. "She's offering you a kiss, you moron. A candy kiss. That was the deal, right?"

Gojyo shook his head, scowling. "That's not what I meant!"

Layla put on a pout. "Oh, Gojyo, be a good sport. Yesterday I pushed Goku into the river. Today I tricked you into agreeing to a kiss without being really careful to say what kind."

"Who's next? Hakkai?"

"I don't think I could play one of my tricks on Hakkai. He's much too clever for that."

"Sanzo then."

"Oh, I could never do that. It's not right to mock the priesthood of a Sanzo with such frivolous jokes."

"Listen to her, kappa," Sanzo growled. "She makes more and more sense."

"Bah." Gojyo plucked one of the sticky little confections off the pile in Layla's hand. He popped it into his mouth and chewed. "Hm. Not bad." He gave her a wicked smile. "But I'm sure it can't taste anywhere near as good as you do."

"You'll never know, will you?" Sanzo snapped.

Gojyo put his head to one side and stared at Sanzo. "You're in a rotten mood this morning. Well," he added, "even worse than usual. Didn't sleep well? Don't tell me Layla snores as loud as Goku does."

"Would you just shut up?"

"Gojyo," Hakkai said. "Would you please go fill up the water canteens? Goku and I will finish loading Jeep."

"Sure." Gojyo picked up the canteens, but his crimson gaze was still fixed on Sanzo.

"Hakkai?" Layla held out the candy.

The green-eyed man shook his head. "No thank you. You might need to save what you have to pacify Gojyo later."

"I'll pacify him," Sanzo muttered. "One bullet in the right place will mean a lifetime of peace and quiet."

"Sanzo-sama," Layla chided. "You really should be nicer to Gojyo."

Sanzo glared at her over the burning end of his cigarette. "I can't imagine anything you could possibly say that would convince me of that."

Layla wandered closer to Sanzo and looked up at him from under her lashes. She spoke in a voice just above a whisper. "He did bring us together."

***

Sanzo stared down at her, aching to wrap his arms around her and kiss her senseless. Both Hakkai and Goku had their backs turned. Sanzo ran his thumb along the full curve of Layla's lower lip.

"Take a little walk with me?"

"Of course."

She followed him as he moved off into the trees. When Sanzo stopped, they were only a few yards from camp. The trees screened them from view. He pulled Layla into his arms and kissed her, devouring the softness of her lips. Layla's head fell back under the onslaught of his kiss. She clung to him until the need for air made her turn her head.

"Sanzo-sama?"

He pressed hot kisses on her neck. "What is it?"

"Since I'm sharing my secret hoard of candy this morning, I thought you might like some of this." Layla held out another small bundle, this one wrapped in pink tissue.

Sanzo shook his head. "No thank you. I don't care for sweets."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Layla pouted, prompting Sanzo to suck on her lower lip. She pulled back with a laugh. "This is my favorite kind of candy. Raspberry puree mixed into chocolate cream, which is then rolled up in a bittersweet chocolate coating."

"That sounds complicated for a piece of candy."

"It is." She held up the round ball of chocolate about half the size of a small hen's egg. "Won't you try it? It's the last one I have. The heat of the day will make it melt, and that will ruin it."

"Well then." Sanzo looked into those blue eyes, delighting in their wicked sparkle. "I can't take the whole thing. You'll have to share it with me."

Layla smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that." She put the piece of candy between her lips, then raised her chin. Sanzo tsked.

"You are a very naughty girl."

Layla smiled around the candy, her hands moving up Sanzo's arms to his shoulders, then up into his hair. She ran her fingers through the golden silk of it, pulling him down to her. Sanzo sank his teeth into the candy, a slow careful bite that brought his lips against hers. The chocolate was marvelous, the bittersweet blending with the milkier chocolate, set off by the rasperry flavoring. What made that sensation even more delicious was the way the chocolate cream coated their tongues and gave the kiss a new texture. Layla seemed determined to suck all the chocolate off his tongue, making the bulge in Sanzo's jeans strain against the zipper.

An image flashed into Sanzo's mind of Layla coating his cock with chocolate sauce, then licking it all away. He reached up to pull one of her hands from his hair and guided it under the silken layers of his robes, pressing her palm against the rigid length of his desire. Layla rubbed the heel of her hand against him, making his knees go weak. If it wasn't for the problem of tell-tale grass stains, he'd take her down on mossy ground right where they stood. Then again, as strong as he was, he could just hold her up against the tree....

TBC