Sanzo/Goku Drabble
It didn’t occur to Sanzo to ask until the ache went past ‘pleasant’ to ‘weary,’ and Goku still showed no signs of flagging.
“Is this because of that stupid woman at the temple we stayed at last night?” he demanded with slowly dawning suspicion. “The one who claimed to be a priestess?” And damn, he could really go for a cold beer right now; his throat was raw and his voice hoarse for reasons he’d definitely not admit to, tomorrow. On top of that, Goku’s naked body pressed tightly against his back was uncomfortably hot and sticky.
It seemed to have been the incorrect thing to say, or more accurately, the too correct thing, because the brunet growled, and there was an animalistic enough edge to it that it had the hair at the nape of Sanzo’s neck prickling. Just because Goku always got a little out of hand on the rare occasions the blond consented to give him carte blanche in bed didn’t mean Sanzo was inured to it.
“She wanted you to stay ‘cuz you were ‘pure,’ she said, and...”
“‘Unimpeachably morally upright?’” the monk recited with a snort.
“Like she totally didn’t see you smokin’ and drinkin’ when she walked in on the four’a us playing poker!” Goku protested indignantly.
“Didn’t take you for the jealous type,” Sanzo remarked casually, and that had Goku pushing him flat on his back and leaning over him with a ridiculously childish scowl for someone who had recently turned twenty-one.
“I’m not jealous!” the brunet fumed. “It’s just--you didn’t even say anything! You just let her think you...that you weren’t--”
“Irreparably homosexual? Get over it. It’s not like all of us haven’t lied about worse for the sake of hot running water and a real bed.” He gave Goku a pointed look.
Goku’s frown, however, didn’t lessen, and the suddenly meticulous care he took in massaging the cooling seed that slipped down between older male’s thighs into the skin made something tighten low in Sanzo’s belly.
“I just figured...” Goku started to mumble almost inaudibly, sounding embarrassed, but stopped himself. Sanzo reached out to brush his fingertips over the bite mark on Goku’s shoulder with a lifted eyebrow, and the boy heaved a sigh. “I figured, I sure don’t care if you’re a good monk or a crappy one, and maybe if I can make you ‘dirty’ enough, people like her wouldn’t want--”
Sanzo’s laughter was deep and startling, and more than a little deprecatory. “You thought what?”
When he saw Goku wasn’t about to repeat himself or try to explain again any time soon, was just going to continue glaring down at him with that mildly surly expression, the blond grasped his wrist and tugged Goku’s arm out from under him. Goku collapsed against him with a grunt, and Sanzo held a shin across the small of his back to keep him there.
“Stop saying such idiotic things and put that mouth of yours to better use,” he suggested as he leaned up to capture the brunet’s bottom lip between his own. It wasn’t long before the defiant stiffness to Goku’s spine melted away under the persuasion of Sanzo’s tongue, and it was hardly a surprise to find the monkey was already hard again.
“Sanzo...” He tasted the word more than heard it, Goku’s strangled moan fortunately covering the embarrassing noise which may or may not have escaped the monk’s throat, as Goku hitched Sanzo’s leg over his shoulder and leaned in to kiss him more fiercely.
“Still feeling guilty?” Sanzo taunted as the younger man thrust shallowly against the crease where his thigh met hip. A low groan was building in Goku’s chest, and Sanzo decided to allow himself to be mollified, with such a reaction so late in the game. Wrapping a hand around the back of his stupid monkey’s neck, he gently guided that tireless, troublesome mouth down his sternum.
“Maybe you should remind me just what it is that woman should’ve known about me.”
Goku, as a bed partner, was nothing if not a quick study in taking advantage of Sanzo’s biting sarcasm by biting back.
~*~