Drabble Post #5
I come bearing drabbles, and a special treat!
These are pretty 39/93 centric, but it's something, right? I'm really proud of the second one, just so you know.
Title: Tangled Up In You
Pairing: 93
Prompt: “93 with the prompt ‘flexible’”
For soliandxpyne
A/N: The first smut drabble so far. Enjoy. XD
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Sanzo looked over his shoulder to make sure that he hadn’t roused anyone else with his hasty exit. He didn’t understand why Goku was up this early, the boy being notorious for sleeping as late as he possibly could without facing certain death. Curiosity had eaten at him as he watched Goku leave the room they were sharing until he could stand it no longer.
Now here he was, fighting through the underbrush in his jeans and tank to find where Goku had gotten to. The monkey obviously didn’t know that someone was following him, the footprints he left in the muddy path clear as day. All the better for Sanzo, who planned on finding Goku and then braining him until the idiot came back with him.
At least, that was until Sanzo caught sight of Goku. There, bathed in the morning sunlight and near the river that rushed outside the town, was Goku doing what looked like stretches. Or katas, but Sanzo thought he knew better than that. Katas required concentration and discipline, neither of which where Goku’s strong suits. Clad only in his jeans, Goku’s body flowed through the movements with such fluidity that it was hard to believe he was real. Muscles rippled beneath finely tanned skin and Sanzo had to look away. So weak he was, staring so openly at Goku like that. He should just get up and walk back to the inn, but a rustle brought his attention back towards the river.
While he would deny it should anyone ask, Sanzo knew good and well that his charge was attractive. He’d been noticing since the monkey had begun to shift from gangly adolescence to the lithe young man before him. He also noticed the many appreciative looks that Goku began to earn, resulting often times with a harisen to the back of the head and a lame excuse to what caused it. There would none of that on his watch.
Unless from you, you pervert, his traitorous mind reminded him, which he pointedly ignored. Instead, he refocused on Goku and the movements of his body.
Goku’s flexibility and agility never ceased to amaze him, especially at times like this. The boy moved like the otherworldly being that he was, and Sanzo was very content with watching him. Well, until his mind began to supply him with dirty images that usually accompanied those thoughts. Heat blossomed in his groin and spread out through his limbs, which is what he blamed the sudden movement of his hand towards his pants on. His cock began to push insistently against the zipper of his jeans as he continued to watch Goku. Sanzo swallowed thickly and let his fingers skate across the bulge, making a quick decision where he crouched behind the bush. On one hand, he could be caught here, with his pants down, utterly embarrassed enough to put a bullet through his own head. On the other hand, a show like this was just too tempting to pass up.
A grunt from Goku as he thrust a fist into the air was enough to make up Sanzo’s mind for him. He made quick work of releasing his aching length, palming the head and biting his lip against a moan. Long, thin fingers curled around the flesh to tease and stroke as images began to assault his mind once more.
He and Goku tangled on the ground be the river. Goku pinning him up against the wall. Goku thrusting into him on a random bed somewhere, one leg thrown over the monkey’s shoulder as he clawed at the sheets. Goku taking him from behind with his hand pumping his cock.
Over and over the dirty pictures played in his head, opening his eyes to find…Goku not where he was supposed to be. Panic seized him and he stilled his hand, all prepared to look for where Goku had gone when he felt a familiar warmth along the curve of his back and a hand covering his own.
The unoccupied hand came up to cover his mouth, anticipating the protests forming in his throat and silencing them. “You didn’t think I would smell ya, did ya?” Shit. Not only had Goku smelled his arousal, his submission to his baser instincts, he knew what the source of the arousal had been. Fucking hell. He started to struggle to get away, but a deft flick of Goku’s wrist had his eyes rolling back in his head and he forgot why he was supposed to be struggling. “That’s okay…I thought it was kind of hot, you out here watching me.”
Goku’s hand began to stroke in earnest, and Sanzo could feel the answering bulge pressed against his ass even through the material of his jeans. It made his cock pulse harder and he bit down on the flesh of Goku’s hand. The brunet hissed but didn’t move away, grinding his hips against Sanzo as he continued to pump him.
Never in a million years did Sanzo think that he would have his dirtiest fantasies coming true. His head fell back against Goku’s shoulder as the young man planted nips and kisses to any bit of flesh he could reach.
The coil of pleasure wound tighter and tighter, until Sanzo’s body shook and he groaned under the onslaught of sensation. His hand gripped his flesh tighter as he rode out the orgasm that was pulsing through his entire being, it seemed.
Sanzo felt the insistent throb of Goku behind him, hard and ready, but the brunet didn’t seem in too much of a hurry to take care of it. That was all right with Sanzo; he had to catch his bearings anyway. After a moment, though, Goku gently disentangled himself from around the monk and stood up, arching his back in a way that made blood surge through Sanzo once again. “So, how about you find out how flexible I can be?” Goku asked, a lusty smile curling onto his lips. He turned and started to walk towards the inn, not even giving Sanzo a chance to respond.
And really, who was Sanzo to argue? Before he knew it, he was on his feet and heading back with the monkey. He cursed and bopped Goku on the head for his insolence, but he didn’t bother to hide the spark of interest in his eyes. The day just got more interesting.
--END--
And now, for the second one:
Title: The Trick is to Keep Breathing
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku implied
Prompt: This one was of my own accord. I was listening to the song and I was struck by inspiration.
For moshesque, for her birthday. <3 It’s a tad bit late, but I hope you like it anyway. And sorry it isn't longer, but I tried. ^_____^
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How achingly familiar, Goku thought bitterly, shifting in his perch on the window ledge. The rain spattered against the glass in tiny bursts, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Sanzo was doing the exact same thing wherever he was.
He chastised himself for that thought; he had to stop thinking about the blond or he was going to go crazy. The asshole didn’t warrant thinking about, as Gojyo would keep reminding him with each passing day. But Goku, for the life of him, couldn’t stop. It was like telling him to stop breathing. Sanzo was the sun, and just like the sun he encompassed everything that Goku was. Like each new breath of air, it was essential that he didn’t forget.
For all of his bravado in front of the others, Goku felt very much alone since his lover’s sudden departure. His body missed Sanzo’s incredibly and there were times when it became an almost physical ache. How many times had Hakkai said the Earth could not survive without the sun? Mostly it was times like this, when Goku could normally be in Sanzo’s company and trying to make the man forget about the steady stream of rain that ran down the window.
His hand snaked up to fist in the cloth of the borrowed shirt just as a knock sounded on the door. While he wasn’t up to talking to anyone, he knew he had to. “Come in, it’s open.”
Hakkai emerged from the darkness of the hallway with a bright smile on his face. However, his smile softened when he saw Goku in the window. “I just came up to see how you were faring. You’ve been up here for some time now,” he offered, moving through the room to sit down on the sill.
“I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong with me.” Goku replied automatically, a little too brightly. Almost immediately he let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck when he sat up a little. How Sanzo could sit in that position for hours and not get stiff was beyond him. “It just-”
Hakkai cut him off. “It’s the rain. It would make anyone a little dreary. But I wonder…is it just the rain?” He gave Goku a knowing look and the boy had to turn away. Silence clung to both of them, but Hakkai radiated a patience that never failed to surprise Goku. “You miss him, don’t you?”
Goku let out another sigh and glanced back out the window. Might as well fess up now. “Yeah. I shouldn’t, because I should be mad and stuff, but I’m not. All I can think about is that I hope he’s somewhere dry and if he ate enough at dinner. Why?” he implored, still not looking at his companion.
“Because, Goku, it’s rather simple. Your feelings for Sanzo aren’t so petty.” Hakkai shifted to fold his hands in his lap. “Remember once when Sanzo was hurt-” He was interrupted by an amused snort, but he only smiled before continuing, “The time after Rikudo. I told you to get stronger, right? Well, this is one of those times when it might come in handy. Sanzo has his reasons for doing what he did, but I know he expects us to be at our best when he gets back. Seek to help ourselves first, right?”
“So you don’t think I’m stupid for missing him?”
Hakkai reached out his hand to ruffle Goku’s hair, a familiar gesture but not enough to make his chest ache. Thank goodness for small mercies. “While I’m sure Gojyo would argue with me, no. I don’t think you’re stupid at all. You didn’t think I was stupid for missing Gojyo when he left, did you?” Goku shook his head. “So you see. It’s a complicated thing, Goku, so just trust in it. You know how you feel and that’s all you need.” Another quick ruffle before the hand slid away, and Goku briefly mourned the loss of touch.
As the older man stood to leave, Goku grabbed his sleeve to still him. Their eyes met and Goku offered him a smile. “Thanks, Hakkai. For getting it and all.”
“Of course. Now, this doesn’t mean that Sanzo’s escaping the ‘talking-to’ he deserves…” he said sternly, but it broke under the amused smile that crossed his lips when Goku laughed. “Just be strong, Goku. It’ll work out.”
His eyes followed Hakkai as he exited the room before turning back towards the window. The rain was slowing and he could see the beginnings of sunlight breaking through the barrier of gray.
Goku smiled as he drew his knees up and rested his chin against them. He drew in a deep breath, then another, then another, closing his eyes against the sensation.
In, out. In, out.
--END--
And for the special treat, empyrealfantasy wrote a mirror drabble to moshesque's drabble from Sanzo's POV called Barely Breathing. I was completely and utterly flattered, and you should definitely go read that too! *squees*
These are pretty 39/93 centric, but it's something, right? I'm really proud of the second one, just so you know.
Title: Tangled Up In You
Pairing: 93
Prompt: “93 with the prompt ‘flexible’”
For soliandxpyne
A/N: The first smut drabble so far. Enjoy. XD
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Sanzo looked over his shoulder to make sure that he hadn’t roused anyone else with his hasty exit. He didn’t understand why Goku was up this early, the boy being notorious for sleeping as late as he possibly could without facing certain death. Curiosity had eaten at him as he watched Goku leave the room they were sharing until he could stand it no longer.
Now here he was, fighting through the underbrush in his jeans and tank to find where Goku had gotten to. The monkey obviously didn’t know that someone was following him, the footprints he left in the muddy path clear as day. All the better for Sanzo, who planned on finding Goku and then braining him until the idiot came back with him.
At least, that was until Sanzo caught sight of Goku. There, bathed in the morning sunlight and near the river that rushed outside the town, was Goku doing what looked like stretches. Or katas, but Sanzo thought he knew better than that. Katas required concentration and discipline, neither of which where Goku’s strong suits. Clad only in his jeans, Goku’s body flowed through the movements with such fluidity that it was hard to believe he was real. Muscles rippled beneath finely tanned skin and Sanzo had to look away. So weak he was, staring so openly at Goku like that. He should just get up and walk back to the inn, but a rustle brought his attention back towards the river.
While he would deny it should anyone ask, Sanzo knew good and well that his charge was attractive. He’d been noticing since the monkey had begun to shift from gangly adolescence to the lithe young man before him. He also noticed the many appreciative looks that Goku began to earn, resulting often times with a harisen to the back of the head and a lame excuse to what caused it. There would none of that on his watch.
Unless from you, you pervert, his traitorous mind reminded him, which he pointedly ignored. Instead, he refocused on Goku and the movements of his body.
Goku’s flexibility and agility never ceased to amaze him, especially at times like this. The boy moved like the otherworldly being that he was, and Sanzo was very content with watching him. Well, until his mind began to supply him with dirty images that usually accompanied those thoughts. Heat blossomed in his groin and spread out through his limbs, which is what he blamed the sudden movement of his hand towards his pants on. His cock began to push insistently against the zipper of his jeans as he continued to watch Goku. Sanzo swallowed thickly and let his fingers skate across the bulge, making a quick decision where he crouched behind the bush. On one hand, he could be caught here, with his pants down, utterly embarrassed enough to put a bullet through his own head. On the other hand, a show like this was just too tempting to pass up.
A grunt from Goku as he thrust a fist into the air was enough to make up Sanzo’s mind for him. He made quick work of releasing his aching length, palming the head and biting his lip against a moan. Long, thin fingers curled around the flesh to tease and stroke as images began to assault his mind once more.
He and Goku tangled on the ground be the river. Goku pinning him up against the wall. Goku thrusting into him on a random bed somewhere, one leg thrown over the monkey’s shoulder as he clawed at the sheets. Goku taking him from behind with his hand pumping his cock.
Over and over the dirty pictures played in his head, opening his eyes to find…Goku not where he was supposed to be. Panic seized him and he stilled his hand, all prepared to look for where Goku had gone when he felt a familiar warmth along the curve of his back and a hand covering his own.
The unoccupied hand came up to cover his mouth, anticipating the protests forming in his throat and silencing them. “You didn’t think I would smell ya, did ya?” Shit. Not only had Goku smelled his arousal, his submission to his baser instincts, he knew what the source of the arousal had been. Fucking hell. He started to struggle to get away, but a deft flick of Goku’s wrist had his eyes rolling back in his head and he forgot why he was supposed to be struggling. “That’s okay…I thought it was kind of hot, you out here watching me.”
Goku’s hand began to stroke in earnest, and Sanzo could feel the answering bulge pressed against his ass even through the material of his jeans. It made his cock pulse harder and he bit down on the flesh of Goku’s hand. The brunet hissed but didn’t move away, grinding his hips against Sanzo as he continued to pump him.
Never in a million years did Sanzo think that he would have his dirtiest fantasies coming true. His head fell back against Goku’s shoulder as the young man planted nips and kisses to any bit of flesh he could reach.
The coil of pleasure wound tighter and tighter, until Sanzo’s body shook and he groaned under the onslaught of sensation. His hand gripped his flesh tighter as he rode out the orgasm that was pulsing through his entire being, it seemed.
Sanzo felt the insistent throb of Goku behind him, hard and ready, but the brunet didn’t seem in too much of a hurry to take care of it. That was all right with Sanzo; he had to catch his bearings anyway. After a moment, though, Goku gently disentangled himself from around the monk and stood up, arching his back in a way that made blood surge through Sanzo once again. “So, how about you find out how flexible I can be?” Goku asked, a lusty smile curling onto his lips. He turned and started to walk towards the inn, not even giving Sanzo a chance to respond.
And really, who was Sanzo to argue? Before he knew it, he was on his feet and heading back with the monkey. He cursed and bopped Goku on the head for his insolence, but he didn’t bother to hide the spark of interest in his eyes. The day just got more interesting.
--END--
And now, for the second one:
Title: The Trick is to Keep Breathing
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku implied
Prompt: This one was of my own accord. I was listening to the song and I was struck by inspiration.
For moshesque, for her birthday. <3 It’s a tad bit late, but I hope you like it anyway. And sorry it isn't longer, but I tried. ^_____^
~~*~~
How achingly familiar, Goku thought bitterly, shifting in his perch on the window ledge. The rain spattered against the glass in tiny bursts, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Sanzo was doing the exact same thing wherever he was.
He chastised himself for that thought; he had to stop thinking about the blond or he was going to go crazy. The asshole didn’t warrant thinking about, as Gojyo would keep reminding him with each passing day. But Goku, for the life of him, couldn’t stop. It was like telling him to stop breathing. Sanzo was the sun, and just like the sun he encompassed everything that Goku was. Like each new breath of air, it was essential that he didn’t forget.
For all of his bravado in front of the others, Goku felt very much alone since his lover’s sudden departure. His body missed Sanzo’s incredibly and there were times when it became an almost physical ache. How many times had Hakkai said the Earth could not survive without the sun? Mostly it was times like this, when Goku could normally be in Sanzo’s company and trying to make the man forget about the steady stream of rain that ran down the window.
His hand snaked up to fist in the cloth of the borrowed shirt just as a knock sounded on the door. While he wasn’t up to talking to anyone, he knew he had to. “Come in, it’s open.”
Hakkai emerged from the darkness of the hallway with a bright smile on his face. However, his smile softened when he saw Goku in the window. “I just came up to see how you were faring. You’ve been up here for some time now,” he offered, moving through the room to sit down on the sill.
“I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong with me.” Goku replied automatically, a little too brightly. Almost immediately he let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck when he sat up a little. How Sanzo could sit in that position for hours and not get stiff was beyond him. “It just-”
Hakkai cut him off. “It’s the rain. It would make anyone a little dreary. But I wonder…is it just the rain?” He gave Goku a knowing look and the boy had to turn away. Silence clung to both of them, but Hakkai radiated a patience that never failed to surprise Goku. “You miss him, don’t you?”
Goku let out another sigh and glanced back out the window. Might as well fess up now. “Yeah. I shouldn’t, because I should be mad and stuff, but I’m not. All I can think about is that I hope he’s somewhere dry and if he ate enough at dinner. Why?” he implored, still not looking at his companion.
“Because, Goku, it’s rather simple. Your feelings for Sanzo aren’t so petty.” Hakkai shifted to fold his hands in his lap. “Remember once when Sanzo was hurt-” He was interrupted by an amused snort, but he only smiled before continuing, “The time after Rikudo. I told you to get stronger, right? Well, this is one of those times when it might come in handy. Sanzo has his reasons for doing what he did, but I know he expects us to be at our best when he gets back. Seek to help ourselves first, right?”
“So you don’t think I’m stupid for missing him?”
Hakkai reached out his hand to ruffle Goku’s hair, a familiar gesture but not enough to make his chest ache. Thank goodness for small mercies. “While I’m sure Gojyo would argue with me, no. I don’t think you’re stupid at all. You didn’t think I was stupid for missing Gojyo when he left, did you?” Goku shook his head. “So you see. It’s a complicated thing, Goku, so just trust in it. You know how you feel and that’s all you need.” Another quick ruffle before the hand slid away, and Goku briefly mourned the loss of touch.
As the older man stood to leave, Goku grabbed his sleeve to still him. Their eyes met and Goku offered him a smile. “Thanks, Hakkai. For getting it and all.”
“Of course. Now, this doesn’t mean that Sanzo’s escaping the ‘talking-to’ he deserves…” he said sternly, but it broke under the amused smile that crossed his lips when Goku laughed. “Just be strong, Goku. It’ll work out.”
His eyes followed Hakkai as he exited the room before turning back towards the window. The rain was slowing and he could see the beginnings of sunlight breaking through the barrier of gray.
Goku smiled as he drew his knees up and rested his chin against them. He drew in a deep breath, then another, then another, closing his eyes against the sensation.
In, out. In, out.
--END--
And for the special treat, empyrealfantasy wrote a mirror drabble to moshesque's drabble from Sanzo's POV called Barely Breathing. I was completely and utterly flattered, and you should definitely go read that too! *squees*