Sanzo/Goku Drabble?! GAH
Yep, this is a first timmer for me with this pairing, so it's gonna suck, but hey, you can look at it and laugh, sorta like I did. It's inspire by a great writer who I just stumbled upon on Livejournal: Rilina down at rilina's fic. Be sure to check her out! (I hope you don't mind, Rilina!) XD Now let me get this straight: GOKU IS NOT JAILBAIT! In fact, he's actually hundreds of years older than anyone in Sazno's party. But he appears (they say) to be eighteen. Making him completely legal. YAY. (unlike the Sparda boys in my previous story, but hey, there wasn't an older person involved, so it don't count, nyaaa) It's actually very early for me to be posting, but I went to sleep last night with the idea in mind, so I woke up and wrote it. (Before anything else LOL, that's true love for writing right there)So here it is, folks:
Name: Peaches Do Wonders For Romance
Genre: Saiyuki, Sanzo/Goku, Shounen-ai.
Warnings: Not many, just some cute snogging. There is tongue used, but not in the mouth! XDD *LICK*
Summary: There was just something about the way that juice dribbled down Goku's chin and wrist that just made him Oh-So Kissable (But hey, when is he not?)
It was already sunset, and Sanzo had been doing a lot of running around the temple that day. He collapsed next to his companion on the outer porch of the temple. He groaned, leaning back on his elbows. The setting sun warmed the pale skin of his face, and he closed his eyes for a moment listening to the birds, the chanting of monks, and the noises of Goku gobbling up peaches next to him like an animal.
The brunette turned to his keeper, about to offer him a peach (the peaches he wasn’t supposed to eat) before he caught the sight of the way the sun made Sanzo’s skin glow like a god’s. His breath caught. It seemed strangely familiar. “Naa…Sanzo.” The monkey said again in his annoying tone, he was going to ask why his skin was so pretty.
Forcing back the urge to smack or shoot the monkey boy, he looked over, eyebrows expressing the distaste in talking right now. Or ever. But he ended up having to suppress a laugh that threatened its way up his throat, instead. Goku was just sitting there, waiting for him to answer, peach juice dribbling down his chin and his wrist. It was like he didn’t notice the wet tickle of it.
Before Sanzo himself knew what he was doing he grabbed his wrist, pulled him in, and licked the remnants of peach off of his tanned chin. Goku made a surprised sound and his golden eyes widened impossibly. His wrist stiffened in his hold.
There was this scared feeling for some reason fluttering in the blonde’s stomach, like he’d really made a mistake this time. Goku was surely going to whip the Nyoi-Bo out on his ass now; except Goku once again shocked him.
His other hand came up to burry itself into Sanzo’s blonde hair, reveling in the thickness and softness of it. He pulled Sanzo closer and kissed him so deeply; the monk thought he was almost going to die laughing in surprise. He’d foolishly never accounted a monkey for having so much passion.
Goku made a noise, but this time it sounded very much like a small moan as Sanzo pleased him by participating in the kiss. Sanzo could tell he’s wanted this for a long time; he almost kicked himself for not noticing earlier. But earlier he’d been jailbait. Now, he’d developed right before Sanzo’s very eyes into this lanky…lean…tanned creature. He was so close he could breathe in his scent. Earthy like he was meant to be, and also the aroma of sun kissed skin, peaches… He took his wrist, breaking their kiss to lick up the trail of peach juice going down his wrist.
“Ah…Sanzo!” He giggled, wriggling in his hold. That had tickled!
He pulled back completely, not before getting a taste of the peaches off his own lips, much to Goku’s disappointment.
Getting up, the monk assumed his normal mask of ‘Fuck you’ and looked down at Goku, “It’s time to go.” With that, he got off the porch, heading for the gates.
“Naa...Sanzo.” He heard behind him.
He stopped but didn’t turn back, “What?” He answered aggravated, feeling a vein pulse on his temple.
“Can we bring some peaches with us?”
Sanzo turned; meeting Goku’s cleverly narrowed eyes. Who knew? He might have let a small smile tug at his lips at that point. “Whatever.” He snapped, turning for the gate again.
Name: Peaches Do Wonders For Romance
Genre: Saiyuki, Sanzo/Goku, Shounen-ai.
Warnings: Not many, just some cute snogging. There is tongue used, but not in the mouth! XDD *LICK*
Summary: There was just something about the way that juice dribbled down Goku's chin and wrist that just made him Oh-So Kissable (But hey, when is he not?)
It was already sunset, and Sanzo had been doing a lot of running around the temple that day. He collapsed next to his companion on the outer porch of the temple. He groaned, leaning back on his elbows. The setting sun warmed the pale skin of his face, and he closed his eyes for a moment listening to the birds, the chanting of monks, and the noises of Goku gobbling up peaches next to him like an animal.
The brunette turned to his keeper, about to offer him a peach (the peaches he wasn’t supposed to eat) before he caught the sight of the way the sun made Sanzo’s skin glow like a god’s. His breath caught. It seemed strangely familiar. “Naa…Sanzo.” The monkey said again in his annoying tone, he was going to ask why his skin was so pretty.
Forcing back the urge to smack or shoot the monkey boy, he looked over, eyebrows expressing the distaste in talking right now. Or ever. But he ended up having to suppress a laugh that threatened its way up his throat, instead. Goku was just sitting there, waiting for him to answer, peach juice dribbling down his chin and his wrist. It was like he didn’t notice the wet tickle of it.
Before Sanzo himself knew what he was doing he grabbed his wrist, pulled him in, and licked the remnants of peach off of his tanned chin. Goku made a surprised sound and his golden eyes widened impossibly. His wrist stiffened in his hold.
There was this scared feeling for some reason fluttering in the blonde’s stomach, like he’d really made a mistake this time. Goku was surely going to whip the Nyoi-Bo out on his ass now; except Goku once again shocked him.
His other hand came up to burry itself into Sanzo’s blonde hair, reveling in the thickness and softness of it. He pulled Sanzo closer and kissed him so deeply; the monk thought he was almost going to die laughing in surprise. He’d foolishly never accounted a monkey for having so much passion.
Goku made a noise, but this time it sounded very much like a small moan as Sanzo pleased him by participating in the kiss. Sanzo could tell he’s wanted this for a long time; he almost kicked himself for not noticing earlier. But earlier he’d been jailbait. Now, he’d developed right before Sanzo’s very eyes into this lanky…lean…tanned creature. He was so close he could breathe in his scent. Earthy like he was meant to be, and also the aroma of sun kissed skin, peaches… He took his wrist, breaking their kiss to lick up the trail of peach juice going down his wrist.
“Ah…Sanzo!” He giggled, wriggling in his hold. That had tickled!
He pulled back completely, not before getting a taste of the peaches off his own lips, much to Goku’s disappointment.
Getting up, the monk assumed his normal mask of ‘Fuck you’ and looked down at Goku, “It’s time to go.” With that, he got off the porch, heading for the gates.
“Naa...Sanzo.” He heard behind him.
He stopped but didn’t turn back, “What?” He answered aggravated, feeling a vein pulse on his temple.
“Can we bring some peaches with us?”
Sanzo turned; meeting Goku’s cleverly narrowed eyes. Who knew? He might have let a small smile tug at his lips at that point. “Whatever.” He snapped, turning for the gate again.