Outted!! (Fanfiction)
Push It
By Solitaire
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“But Sanzo--”
“Shut. Up. Monkey,” he growled as he tightened the sash from his robe around the brunet’s wrists. They both knew it wouldn’t hold Goku for long, not if he really wanted to get loose, but the fact that Goku’s hands were bound behind his back helped, even more so when Sanzo shoved him down onto the bed, trapping his arms beneath the small of his back.
That done, he sat on the mattress beside the teen and trailed the barrel of his gun along Goku’s bare torso, watching with interest as the touch of cool metal left goosebumps in its wake. Catching Goku on his way back from the bath had been a purely strategic move, but it made Sanzo glad he’d taken the time to remove his own clothing and strip down to his jeans.
“Now you’re going to tell me,” he began, speaking slowly and clearly so that even a stupid monkey would be able to understand, “why I’ve apparently become so undesirable that I’m no longer worth fucking, even after a good workout has gotten you rock hard.”
He knew full well Goku had been avoiding him, and it was insulting to think the little punk preferred taking his problem ‘in hand’ to a warm body. His warm body in particular.
Goku flushed, because there was no use denying it; they both knew even a credible challenge in battle got him horny, and the group of youkai they’d come up against today had taken them three times as long as usual to defeat.
“It’s not like that!” Goku insisted. “I just don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Huhn! As if you could if you tried,” Sanzo scoffed. The brunet looked unconvinced.
“Last week, when I...when I lost my limiter and went crazy, I almost gutted you!”
“Says who?” he demanded, and wondered if the scars were still visible. Hakkai and Gojyo had been under strict orders not to mention what happened that day--it had been an accident, anyway, due to a miscalculation on his own part and not being quick enough to react.
“(Gojyo told me, though he didn’t mean to.) And it made me realize--” Goku averted his gaze uncomfortably, and Sanzo wasn’t so sure he wanted to hear the next words out of his mouth. “I mean, I realized sometimes I feel that way when we’re having sex,” he mumbled shamefacedly. “Like I’m going crazy--but not in a bad way!--and I know I’ve scratched and, ah, bitten you pretty badly...”
“Moron!” Sanzo snapped, cuffing the brunet up the side of the head, but good. “I’m not made of glass! If I had a problem with the way you fucked me, don’t you think I’d have done something about it?”
“But when I’m with you, Sanzo, I can’t help it!” he admitted, clearly embarrassed. “I can’t control myself, and it worries me.” He licked his lips nervously, and the action just pissed Sanzo off all the more for the way that flash of tongue teased him.
With a scowl, the blond thumbed back the hammer of his gun and raised it to Goku’s head, right between the eyes. “Do you think I’m not dangerous?” he wanted to know, his voice low and deadly, and he brought the muzzle to rest against Goku’s cheek, slid it down under his chin and pressed into the soft flesh with a smirk.
“It’s not the sa--”
Sanzo wedged the barrel between the boy’s teeth to shut him up. “Yes, it is; you should have some idea of what I’m capable of, after all this time. And you still trust me?” Goku nodded, his eyes flicking warily between Sanzo’s face and the gun, but there was no fear there. “Then suck,” he ordered tyrannically, pushing the barrel deeper.
Goku seemed hesitant at first--probably because this qualified as one of the few things of Sanzo’s he wasn’t supposed to put in his mouth--but complied after a moment in which he apparently decided the man was serious.
The sight was more arousing than it should have been, Sanzo reflected, and he gently thrust the Smith and Wesson in and out of the brunet’s mouth while using his free hand to undo his fly. He pulled his leaking dick free with a sigh of relief, and it twitched in his hand when he noticed how attentively Goku was staring. Protests aside, the little shit obviously wanted it as bad as he did.
“Sanzo,” he moaned around the barrel, sucking it as nicely as he used to suck Sanzo’s cock, before this sudden hold-out started, and Sanzo pulled the gun from his mouth to trail it down his neck to his sternum. Goku was panting now, “You can’t--”
Sanzo pinched one of the taut brown nipples, rolled it between his fingers, and the boy hissed through clenched teeth.
“Pretty stupid, to trust a man holding a loaded gun to your stomach,” he remarked casually as he pressed it into Goku’s navel, and he moved to position himself between the brunet’s thighs, ripping away the precariously secured bath towel and taking hold of both their erections in one hand.
“You--ah, you won’t hurt me,” Goku insisted, his hips jerking into the touch as Sanzo began to pump, the priest’s thumb alternately sweeping over the tip of his cock or pressing against the weeping slit at the end of each upward stroke.
“Can you be so sure about that?” Sanzo wondered aloud. Without waiting for an answer, he leaned in to bite Goku’s bottom lip as a prelude to a hot and heavy kiss, and he shifted so he could lodge the muzzle of the gun against the younger male’s perineum. Goku cried out softly and drew his knees up, his toes curling in the bed sheet. The tip of the body-warm metal pressed against Goku’s asshole and the monk’s heart was pounding, he was achingly hard and this was insane, Goku was an idiot for letting him do this... “Still trust me?”
The brunet trembled as Sanzo applied the slightest bit more pressure, “Yes,” he exhaled on a whimper, and as the muzzle of Sanzo’s gun breached the ring of muscle, Sanzo felt the boy’s cock jerk in his hand. In an unexpected surge of movement, Goku reared up to kiss him ferociously, all teeth and tongue and not-so-gentle suction, and Sanzo’s groan was swallowed right down.
Shit. After a week of abstinence, he’d almost forgotten what that mouth could do to him.
“Want to fuck me yet?” he taunted, breathing heavily as the teen sucked his way down the column of Sanzo’s neck to his shoulder, then sunk his teeth into flesh.
“Yessss,” Goku hissed, rocking up against him, his body tightening. “But...if I hurt you--”
“I’ll heal,” Sanzo reminded him, and pulled away to search his pack for the lube he’d made Goku buy two towns ago but had yet to put to use. He tugged the brunet into a sitting position, then pushed him off the bed to kneel on the floor beside it. Setting the lube aside within easy reach, he shoved his jeans down far enough to kick free of them and leaned back on his elbows, arranging himself so one heel was braced against the mattress while his other leg hung over the edge.
“Sanzo,” Goku began pleadingly, his voice shaky, but Sanzo had had enough, and leveled his gun at the monkey’s head, his finger tightening marginally on the trigger. Whether it was the gun or the look on the blond’s face which was the deciding factor, Goku obediently bent to run his tongue down prominent vein along the underside of Sanzo’s cock, to suck his balls into his mouth one at a time, and fuck, it was so good he couldn’t... The Smith and Wesson shook in his hand. Then Goku swiped his tongue lower, nibbled delicately at the pucker of his asshole and Sanzo swore, biting down on his own first knuckle to keep from shouting. Goku’s tongue dipped inside teasingly, darted over the fluttering muscle and never stayed in one place long enough, and the priest’s hips bucked uncontrollably.
“Deeper,” he ordered breathlessly--he refused to think he was begging--and Goku’s tongue plunged into him, fucking him in earnest. In and out, slick and probing, and he was on the verge of shooting his load but it wasn’t enough, and when Goku sucked hard at the skin behind his scrotum it was like an electric shock up his spine, only adding to the torment.
“Fuck,” he gasped, rapidly losing his ability to hold it together, and he fumbled one handed for the lube. “Now, Goku.”
Goku was shaking and there was a slightly wild look in his eyes, “Sanzo...” he groaned, and it was husky with barely restrained lust. He awkwardly maneuvered himself to his feet without the aid of his hands and stood beside the bed, his knees pressed to the edge of the mattress, but Sanzo wasn’t taking any chances, and kept his gun trained on the boy.
It felt like the longest five seconds of his life, but he eventually gathered enough of the slick gel to sufficiently coat Goku’s dripping hard-on. Even so, he knew it was going to burn like a bitch because it’d been a while, because a little rimming was no substitute for proper stretching, and because Goku’s dick was significantly fatter than his tongue.
“I--” The brunet’s mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, his knees buckling as Sanzo’s hand tugged at his dick, releasing it to slap wetly against his belly, and sweat trickled from his temple. “I don’t...”
Sanzo braced a heel against the mattress again and threw the other leg over Goku’s shoulder as he let off a warning shot right past Goku’s ear. The bullet embedded itself high in the wall, and maybe they wouldn’t charge him for the hole if they couldn’t find it, but at this point, he’d gladly pay for every room in the whole damn inn if it meant Goku’s cock up his ass.
“Shut up and put it in me!” he growled, reaching down to position the younger male’s erection, and Goku finally, finally sank into him with a snap of his hips.
Leaning in with a defeated whimper, Goku braced himself against the leg hooked over his shoulder; closed his eyes and bit his lip as he began a rhythm of slow, long strokes.
“Harder,” Sanzo moaned, relishing the burning stretch; his back arched up off the mattress, and he all but forgot about the gun in his hand now as the brunet placed a knee on the mattress to give himself more leverage, drove into him with enough force to draw a grunt from the monk, and it was so fucking good...
Goku’s chest was heaving--served him right, to have to do all the work himself--and he turned his head to place scorching, sucking kisses along the inside of Sanzo’s thigh while never taking his eyes from the blond’s face.
Sanzo could feel the weight of that stare, through half-lidded eyes with pupils far too large to truly resemble the Seiten Taisei, but the expression Goku wore was just as feral, and he shuddered as his prostate was struck dead on.
The brunet’s movements were firm and deep, but maddeningly languid. “Faster,” he demanded hoarsely as he wrapped a hand around his own throbbing cock, and then Goku’s hips were pistoning into him, the slap of skin on skin loud in the room. Goku hitched up against him more firmly with a growl that went straight to Sanzo’s balls; his head thrown back and his face screwed up in ecstasy, he thrust into the monk with utterly unself-conscious abandon.
It was a pace that only Goku would have been able to maintain for any length of time, and it wasn’t long before Sanzo’s human body succumbed and he seized up with a choked noise, his orgasm hitting him with a suddenness and intensity which left him breathless. He felt his own seed splatter across his chest, and as his ass clamped rhythmically around Goku’s dick, there was the hot spurt of come as the teen emptied himself into him with another drawn-out growl--the only sound he seemed capable of making at the moment.
Exhausted and his back already cramping, Sanzo collapsed against the mattress, feeling wet and stretched and thoroughly fucked as the brunet’s softening cock slipped from him and damn, he could really go for a cigarette right now.
Having apparently regained higher brain function, Goku finally snapped the sash binding his wrists in order to take the older man in his arms. He grabbed Sanzo’s gun and tossed it aside before kiss, kiss, kissing him over every bit of skin he could reach.
“Sanzo, that was totally dangerous and stupid!” he blurted, scandalized by his guardian’s behavior, but obviously not too scandalized to have seriously gotten off on it.
“We’re both alive, aren’t we?” Sanzo pointed out. Then, “(...Shit. I’m gonna be so fucking sore tomorrow.)”
With a laugh, Goku kissed him quick and hard on the mouth, then winced as the blood stared to return to his arms with a pins-and-needles sensation. “That’s what you get, for trying to force someone to have sex with you.”
“Morons like you have to be told what to do for your own good,” he informed the brunet, and attempted to keep the cretin from licking him clean of his own semen, until he finally grabbed Goku’s face and forced him to meet his gaze. “I’m not afraid of you, and you shouldn’t be, either.” The teen’s brow furrowed and he opened his mouth as if to argue, but Sanzo continued, his tone uncompromising. “Even without your limiter, you wouldn’t hurt me, in bed or out.”
“How can you be so sure?” Goku sighed begrudgingly as he rested his head against Sanzo’s shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around the priest tightly.
“Because I am,” Sanzo told him gruffly as he carded a hand through the monkey’s hair. “Idiot.”
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Don't judge me! My fic wasn't even all that horrible, until I accidentally read one of the 358 kink posts, and it was so depraved, my competitive nature just took over--you'd've all done the same!! /)A(\;;;;
By Solitaire
x x x x x
“But Sanzo--”
“Shut. Up. Monkey,” he growled as he tightened the sash from his robe around the brunet’s wrists. They both knew it wouldn’t hold Goku for long, not if he really wanted to get loose, but the fact that Goku’s hands were bound behind his back helped, even more so when Sanzo shoved him down onto the bed, trapping his arms beneath the small of his back.
That done, he sat on the mattress beside the teen and trailed the barrel of his gun along Goku’s bare torso, watching with interest as the touch of cool metal left goosebumps in its wake. Catching Goku on his way back from the bath had been a purely strategic move, but it made Sanzo glad he’d taken the time to remove his own clothing and strip down to his jeans.
“Now you’re going to tell me,” he began, speaking slowly and clearly so that even a stupid monkey would be able to understand, “why I’ve apparently become so undesirable that I’m no longer worth fucking, even after a good workout has gotten you rock hard.”
He knew full well Goku had been avoiding him, and it was insulting to think the little punk preferred taking his problem ‘in hand’ to a warm body. His warm body in particular.
Goku flushed, because there was no use denying it; they both knew even a credible challenge in battle got him horny, and the group of youkai they’d come up against today had taken them three times as long as usual to defeat.
“It’s not like that!” Goku insisted. “I just don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Huhn! As if you could if you tried,” Sanzo scoffed. The brunet looked unconvinced.
“Last week, when I...when I lost my limiter and went crazy, I almost gutted you!”
“Says who?” he demanded, and wondered if the scars were still visible. Hakkai and Gojyo had been under strict orders not to mention what happened that day--it had been an accident, anyway, due to a miscalculation on his own part and not being quick enough to react.
“(Gojyo told me, though he didn’t mean to.) And it made me realize--” Goku averted his gaze uncomfortably, and Sanzo wasn’t so sure he wanted to hear the next words out of his mouth. “I mean, I realized sometimes I feel that way when we’re having sex,” he mumbled shamefacedly. “Like I’m going crazy--but not in a bad way!--and I know I’ve scratched and, ah, bitten you pretty badly...”
“Moron!” Sanzo snapped, cuffing the brunet up the side of the head, but good. “I’m not made of glass! If I had a problem with the way you fucked me, don’t you think I’d have done something about it?”
“But when I’m with you, Sanzo, I can’t help it!” he admitted, clearly embarrassed. “I can’t control myself, and it worries me.” He licked his lips nervously, and the action just pissed Sanzo off all the more for the way that flash of tongue teased him.
With a scowl, the blond thumbed back the hammer of his gun and raised it to Goku’s head, right between the eyes. “Do you think I’m not dangerous?” he wanted to know, his voice low and deadly, and he brought the muzzle to rest against Goku’s cheek, slid it down under his chin and pressed into the soft flesh with a smirk.
“It’s not the sa--”
Sanzo wedged the barrel between the boy’s teeth to shut him up. “Yes, it is; you should have some idea of what I’m capable of, after all this time. And you still trust me?” Goku nodded, his eyes flicking warily between Sanzo’s face and the gun, but there was no fear there. “Then suck,” he ordered tyrannically, pushing the barrel deeper.
Goku seemed hesitant at first--probably because this qualified as one of the few things of Sanzo’s he wasn’t supposed to put in his mouth--but complied after a moment in which he apparently decided the man was serious.
The sight was more arousing than it should have been, Sanzo reflected, and he gently thrust the Smith and Wesson in and out of the brunet’s mouth while using his free hand to undo his fly. He pulled his leaking dick free with a sigh of relief, and it twitched in his hand when he noticed how attentively Goku was staring. Protests aside, the little shit obviously wanted it as bad as he did.
“Sanzo,” he moaned around the barrel, sucking it as nicely as he used to suck Sanzo’s cock, before this sudden hold-out started, and Sanzo pulled the gun from his mouth to trail it down his neck to his sternum. Goku was panting now, “You can’t--”
Sanzo pinched one of the taut brown nipples, rolled it between his fingers, and the boy hissed through clenched teeth.
“Pretty stupid, to trust a man holding a loaded gun to your stomach,” he remarked casually as he pressed it into Goku’s navel, and he moved to position himself between the brunet’s thighs, ripping away the precariously secured bath towel and taking hold of both their erections in one hand.
“You--ah, you won’t hurt me,” Goku insisted, his hips jerking into the touch as Sanzo began to pump, the priest’s thumb alternately sweeping over the tip of his cock or pressing against the weeping slit at the end of each upward stroke.
“Can you be so sure about that?” Sanzo wondered aloud. Without waiting for an answer, he leaned in to bite Goku’s bottom lip as a prelude to a hot and heavy kiss, and he shifted so he could lodge the muzzle of the gun against the younger male’s perineum. Goku cried out softly and drew his knees up, his toes curling in the bed sheet. The tip of the body-warm metal pressed against Goku’s asshole and the monk’s heart was pounding, he was achingly hard and this was insane, Goku was an idiot for letting him do this... “Still trust me?”
The brunet trembled as Sanzo applied the slightest bit more pressure, “Yes,” he exhaled on a whimper, and as the muzzle of Sanzo’s gun breached the ring of muscle, Sanzo felt the boy’s cock jerk in his hand. In an unexpected surge of movement, Goku reared up to kiss him ferociously, all teeth and tongue and not-so-gentle suction, and Sanzo’s groan was swallowed right down.
Shit. After a week of abstinence, he’d almost forgotten what that mouth could do to him.
“Want to fuck me yet?” he taunted, breathing heavily as the teen sucked his way down the column of Sanzo’s neck to his shoulder, then sunk his teeth into flesh.
“Yessss,” Goku hissed, rocking up against him, his body tightening. “But...if I hurt you--”
“I’ll heal,” Sanzo reminded him, and pulled away to search his pack for the lube he’d made Goku buy two towns ago but had yet to put to use. He tugged the brunet into a sitting position, then pushed him off the bed to kneel on the floor beside it. Setting the lube aside within easy reach, he shoved his jeans down far enough to kick free of them and leaned back on his elbows, arranging himself so one heel was braced against the mattress while his other leg hung over the edge.
“Sanzo,” Goku began pleadingly, his voice shaky, but Sanzo had had enough, and leveled his gun at the monkey’s head, his finger tightening marginally on the trigger. Whether it was the gun or the look on the blond’s face which was the deciding factor, Goku obediently bent to run his tongue down prominent vein along the underside of Sanzo’s cock, to suck his balls into his mouth one at a time, and fuck, it was so good he couldn’t... The Smith and Wesson shook in his hand. Then Goku swiped his tongue lower, nibbled delicately at the pucker of his asshole and Sanzo swore, biting down on his own first knuckle to keep from shouting. Goku’s tongue dipped inside teasingly, darted over the fluttering muscle and never stayed in one place long enough, and the priest’s hips bucked uncontrollably.
“Deeper,” he ordered breathlessly--he refused to think he was begging--and Goku’s tongue plunged into him, fucking him in earnest. In and out, slick and probing, and he was on the verge of shooting his load but it wasn’t enough, and when Goku sucked hard at the skin behind his scrotum it was like an electric shock up his spine, only adding to the torment.
“Fuck,” he gasped, rapidly losing his ability to hold it together, and he fumbled one handed for the lube. “Now, Goku.”
Goku was shaking and there was a slightly wild look in his eyes, “Sanzo...” he groaned, and it was husky with barely restrained lust. He awkwardly maneuvered himself to his feet without the aid of his hands and stood beside the bed, his knees pressed to the edge of the mattress, but Sanzo wasn’t taking any chances, and kept his gun trained on the boy.
It felt like the longest five seconds of his life, but he eventually gathered enough of the slick gel to sufficiently coat Goku’s dripping hard-on. Even so, he knew it was going to burn like a bitch because it’d been a while, because a little rimming was no substitute for proper stretching, and because Goku’s dick was significantly fatter than his tongue.
“I--” The brunet’s mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, his knees buckling as Sanzo’s hand tugged at his dick, releasing it to slap wetly against his belly, and sweat trickled from his temple. “I don’t...”
Sanzo braced a heel against the mattress again and threw the other leg over Goku’s shoulder as he let off a warning shot right past Goku’s ear. The bullet embedded itself high in the wall, and maybe they wouldn’t charge him for the hole if they couldn’t find it, but at this point, he’d gladly pay for every room in the whole damn inn if it meant Goku’s cock up his ass.
“Shut up and put it in me!” he growled, reaching down to position the younger male’s erection, and Goku finally, finally sank into him with a snap of his hips.
Leaning in with a defeated whimper, Goku braced himself against the leg hooked over his shoulder; closed his eyes and bit his lip as he began a rhythm of slow, long strokes.
“Harder,” Sanzo moaned, relishing the burning stretch; his back arched up off the mattress, and he all but forgot about the gun in his hand now as the brunet placed a knee on the mattress to give himself more leverage, drove into him with enough force to draw a grunt from the monk, and it was so fucking good...
Goku’s chest was heaving--served him right, to have to do all the work himself--and he turned his head to place scorching, sucking kisses along the inside of Sanzo’s thigh while never taking his eyes from the blond’s face.
Sanzo could feel the weight of that stare, through half-lidded eyes with pupils far too large to truly resemble the Seiten Taisei, but the expression Goku wore was just as feral, and he shuddered as his prostate was struck dead on.
The brunet’s movements were firm and deep, but maddeningly languid. “Faster,” he demanded hoarsely as he wrapped a hand around his own throbbing cock, and then Goku’s hips were pistoning into him, the slap of skin on skin loud in the room. Goku hitched up against him more firmly with a growl that went straight to Sanzo’s balls; his head thrown back and his face screwed up in ecstasy, he thrust into the monk with utterly unself-conscious abandon.
It was a pace that only Goku would have been able to maintain for any length of time, and it wasn’t long before Sanzo’s human body succumbed and he seized up with a choked noise, his orgasm hitting him with a suddenness and intensity which left him breathless. He felt his own seed splatter across his chest, and as his ass clamped rhythmically around Goku’s dick, there was the hot spurt of come as the teen emptied himself into him with another drawn-out growl--the only sound he seemed capable of making at the moment.
Exhausted and his back already cramping, Sanzo collapsed against the mattress, feeling wet and stretched and thoroughly fucked as the brunet’s softening cock slipped from him and damn, he could really go for a cigarette right now.
Having apparently regained higher brain function, Goku finally snapped the sash binding his wrists in order to take the older man in his arms. He grabbed Sanzo’s gun and tossed it aside before kiss, kiss, kissing him over every bit of skin he could reach.
“Sanzo, that was totally dangerous and stupid!” he blurted, scandalized by his guardian’s behavior, but obviously not too scandalized to have seriously gotten off on it.
“We’re both alive, aren’t we?” Sanzo pointed out. Then, “(...Shit. I’m gonna be so fucking sore tomorrow.)”
With a laugh, Goku kissed him quick and hard on the mouth, then winced as the blood stared to return to his arms with a pins-and-needles sensation. “That’s what you get, for trying to force someone to have sex with you.”
“Morons like you have to be told what to do for your own good,” he informed the brunet, and attempted to keep the cretin from licking him clean of his own semen, until he finally grabbed Goku’s face and forced him to meet his gaze. “I’m not afraid of you, and you shouldn’t be, either.” The teen’s brow furrowed and he opened his mouth as if to argue, but Sanzo continued, his tone uncompromising. “Even without your limiter, you wouldn’t hurt me, in bed or out.”
“How can you be so sure?” Goku sighed begrudgingly as he rested his head against Sanzo’s shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around the priest tightly.
“Because I am,” Sanzo told him gruffly as he carded a hand through the monkey’s hair. “Idiot.”
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Don't judge me! My fic wasn't even all that horrible, until I accidentally read one of the 358 kink posts, and it was so depraved, my competitive nature just took over--you'd've all done the same!! /)A(\;;;;