Tale as Old as Time, 4/4
Title: Tale as Old as Time
Author: windfallswest
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: <----
Notes: All hail my magnificent beta, htebazytook. How Sanzo and Goku might have met, if Saiyuki were more like Beauty and the Beast (you decide which is which). No spoilers per se, but parts might make more sense if you've read Saiyuki Ibun.
Back to chapter three
Kouryuu woke again in the dimming dusk. He was warm enough in the summer night with Goku radiating heat atop him, but Goku must have been a little chilled by the breeze because he was shifting like he wanted to burrow into Kouryuu.
"Wake up, monkey," Kouryuu said softly.
Goku wriggled, squinted his eyes open, and yawned cavernously. Kouryuu poked him in the ribs.
"C'mon. I'm not staying here all night."
Goku leaned down and kissed him; Kouryuu responded, successfully diverted. Oh. Yeah. No way to pretend that hadn't happened.
"Mrrch." Kouryuu mustered the will to push him away. "I'm going to teach you how to brush your teeth. Now get up. Bath first, and then we'll shovel some food into your stomach."
Goku's eyes went glassy at the mention of food, and Kouryuu was able to prod him upright and in the direction of the baths. He paused to recover their jeans but left the shredded remnants of his robes. A self-conscious flush crept up his neck as he stood looking at them.
"Kouryuu?" Goku was looking inquiringly at him.
"It's nothing." Kouryuu turned back to the castle.
Kouryuu sighed contentment. They were clean, finally, though not for want of trying on Goku's part. They'd scandalised the lamp, probably. Well, Kouryuu was much more interested in what Goku was doing with his hands than in what the furniture thought. You'd think a massage from someone with claws would be a disaster, but Goku's characteristically disproportionate enthusiasm for exploring Kouryuu's body had him well on his way to liquefying Kouryuu from the brain on down.
It was a good thing they had reached Kouryuu's bed already, because he seriously doubted his ability to move right now. Goku dug into a particularly recalcitrant knot, extracting a pleased groan from his subject. He seemed to be incapable of keeping his mouth out of the business either, spotting Kouryuu's back with unpredictable kisses that kept his attention and other things stirred up.
Goku worked his way down Kouryuu's body with exquisite slowness, kneading his ass with a passion that probably crossed the line into groping. His tongue wandered a breath-catching trail down the cleft, sidetracking into a kiss and then a playful bite on one cheek.
When Goku started on his feet, Kouryuu was almost ready to abandon his firmly held opinion that all people were abysmal wastes of air. Fuck, he hadn't known feet could feel like that. Kouryuu made inarticulate sounds into his pillow and offered no resistance when Goku decided to flip him over.
Those lips and inquisitive fingers smoothed back up his legs with savouring attention. A touch to the skin high on his thigh made him shudder and gasp. Hot breath like a furnace blast blew over the head of his very erect cock, which jerked upwards of its own volition.
"Holy fffuck-" Kouryuu hissed.
Kouryuu couldn't resist the impulse to look down, and so caught the avid look on Goku's face just before his mouth descended on Kouryuu's cock. Goku's eyes closed in rapture, and his own almost crossed. The sight of Goku's lips sliding slowly down his length was deliciously obscene. A choked moan escaped his throat and his hips jerked up into that mind-melting heat, causing Goku to stop playing with his balls and the sensitive skin behind them and hold his hips down. Kouryuu caught his eyes at last, heavy and dark with bright gold rims while he tongued the bottom-vein of Kouryuu's cock, licked stripes along its length, sucked teasingly at his balls. The things Goku was doing with his mouth more than made up for what came out of it the rest of the time. More than. Kouryuu pressed his hips up to feel strong hands push him down.
Goku sucked hard on the head of Kouryuu's cock, then even more fiercely near the top of his hip. Teeth there, a nascent mark. He licked randomly across Kouryuu's stomach, now up and now down until Kouryuu yanked him to where he could kiss him. His hands moved smoothly over Goku's sweaty skin, grabbing and stroking and scratching a little in a way he was discovering had an inspiring effect on the crazy ape.
But Goku would not be derailed, and his own hands were equally busy, mouth spurring off on tangents to his jaw and nose and collarbone. He didn't have to work hard to persuade Kouryuu to let him trail downwards again. Worrying at his nipples left him breathless and writhing, one leg drawing up to rub Goku's still-jeans-covered erection. Goku's mouth enveloped his cock again with peculiar focus. He went down, and down, and swallowed.
Kouryuu's eyes stuttered open and closed, and he gasped. His hips twitched involuntarily, accomplishing nothing; but Goku swallowed again, and then started to move. His rhythm soon had Kouryuu all but keening, wanting more, wanting it not to stop. He could feel orgasm building behind his eyes and teeth and below his stomach until Goku took him in again, breath exhaled into the sweat-soaked mat of hair there, and he lost it.
Goku drank him down like the best thing since hot soup, the little pleased noises he made deep in his throat coaxing the last trembling spasms out of his cock. He pulled off only reluctantly and inhaled the musky scent from Kouryuu's groin. He nipped back up Kouryuu's torso to his mouth. Kouryuu mmphed appreciatively.
Goku rocked his hips, dick obviously straining his jeans. Kouryuu trailed his hands down to the waistband of Goku's pants and lazily traced the skin beneath it. Goku moaned eagerly into his mouth and pressed closer.
"Tch," Kouryuu said and levered himself a space in which to work on Goku's fly. The heel of his hand pressed against Goku's erection got him a panting please and a lingering pull of teeth on his bottom lip. Kouryuu licked it reflexively, catching Goku's lips as well.
Goku's zip yielded to his deliberate manipulations and his cock sprang free. His hand on it made Goku instantly pliable; Kouryuu sat up, taking Goku perforce with him. A few tugs, and he had Goku on his back. Kouryuu pushed the jeans out of the way some more on his way down.
The feel of Goku's cock on his tongue, heavy and hot, was nothing his imagination had provided. He had an inexplicable desire to swallow it as Goku had swallowed him, to lick and suck until Goku was reduced from begging to whimpers, to press the sweet spot behind his balls or roll them in his palm. Goku was coming already, though; Kouryuu suddenly realised Goku had been repeating his name. He was interrupted now by a gasp and a moan and a chatter of teeth. He tasted sharp and strange and bitter, and still a little like lightning. Kouryuu wriggled back to face-level and allowed Goku to kiss his taste out of his mouth. God, that was hot.
Eventually, Goku wriggled the rest of the way out of his jeans. He slid cleverly inside Kouryuu's arms and wound his own around Kouryuu to complete his possession.
"Comfortable?" Kouryuu tried for dry, but a distressing amount of affection leaked out of his voice.
"Hrmph." Goku yawned, then continued in an unusually thoughtful tone. "I think I wanted to do that since the first time I saw you."
"That in particular?"
Goku grunted. "More or less. You're delicious, you know." He licked the nearest stripe of skin for emphasis.
Kouryuu shivered in the good way. A small, overpowered section of his brain moaned that his edge was gone, but even it couldn't muster much indignation right now. "What stopped you?" he asked carefully.
"It's...I don't know. It's like I knew you already then. I knew who you were, only I couldn't remember." Kouryuu could hear the frown in the slow delivery of Goku's words. "I still feel-like, like you're you but not quite you. I think...it scared me.
"It's weird remembering things before you came. I know I was alone for a long time. It was like a, a big chunk of me was ripped out and empty; that's loneliness, right?"
Loss, Kouryuu thought and maybe snuggled just a bit closer, thinking of cards in a room in the west tower that scared Goku quite literally out of his mind.
"I think...maybe I used to be somewhere else. Maybe I did something really, really bad and now I'm being punished. But you're here now, so it must be all right. As long as you're here, it's all right."
"Tch. You don't need me to be all right." If you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha. "Not that I'm planning on leaving you unsupervised."
It was awhile still before he found it, more weeks of combing through the jumbled library, although that was at best a rough guess. Kouryuu had cycled through diurnal habits to nocturnal and back again so often that his sense of night and day and time in general had been completely screwed even before Goku discovered this new and better way of distracting him.
Kouryuu had some inkling of what he was reading even before the picture. Child of the Earth. Wild. Powerful. It explained a lot. The golden colour of his eyes wasn't apparent in the black ink drawing; it resembled the depiction on the card in the tower more than Goku himself. Son Goku, apparently. He was posed in an entirely un-Goku-like manner, his limbs set in a balanced counterpoint, hand over, hand under, ankles not quite crossed. He wore grieves and armour in a formal, archaic style. Waving lines provided the framing suggestion of a cape and long strands of hair. Something, it had more the look of a crown than a power limiter, was settled on his head. The expression was blank and unfocussed, as though the artist had not considered the necessity of adding one.
The account wasn't very detailed; it described the nature of what it referred to as the Seiten Taisei but remained silent on the subject of Goku's history. Truly not a force to be loosed freely on the world.
Kouryuu frowned and carefully paged through the rest of the text; it contained nothing useful. He stood and walked out into the grounds where Goku was busy bouncing from tree to tree.
"Monkey!"
Goku stopped and looked over at him. "Hey, Kouryuu! Watch-!"
"Come down from there," Kouryuu interrupted. "We're leaving."
Goku dropped off the branch he'd been hanging from and stared at him incredulously.
"Leaving?"
"Now," Kouryuu said.
Goku looked around nervously. "Can we?"
"I'm certainly not staying locked up in here forever."
Goku's eyes were pretty wobbly for a remorseless scourge of heaven and earth.
Kouryuu sighed and rolled his eyes. "Are you coming or not?"
The look of dawning joy on Goku's face stirred something warm in Kouryuu's chest that he chose not to examine too closely and only increased his irritation. Kouryuu left the lamp up in his room with the insufferable armoire. He wasn't quite sure whether or not it was punishment: they almost seemed to enjoy one another's company. It wasn't too likely anyone else would be stopping by in the foreseeable future.
Goku eyed the approaching gate with mounting worry. Kouryuu kept his own uncertainty tightly under wraps; there was only one way to find out if he was right about this. If he'd been sent as a control on Goku, they could simply walk out.
There was, thankfully, no surly gargoyle on the inside of the gate. There was no bar or lock that Kouryuu could see, and nothing prevented it from swinging open with his push.
"Leaving so soon?" the door knocker grated at him.
"Go rust yourself," Kouryuu snapped back at it.
Impatiently, he tugged Goku out the gate after him. The monkey's steps were hesitant, but he followed. He craned his neck around at the small strip of open ground before the edge of the forest, as though he couldn't absorb his own freedom. He kept looking from Kouryuu to the gate and then back to Kouryuu and up at the sky, as though it looked somehow different from the outside.
Kouryuu rolled his eyes. "Don't look so impressed. It just means we've both been screwed."
"Whatever, this is awesome!" Goku ran leaping along the line of trees, then disappeared up into their branches. Kouryuu was just starting on the path into the woods when Goku caromed into him and seized him by the shoulders, leaning up to plant a dizzying kiss on his protesting lips. Goku stood beaming up at him for another second before he leapt back up into the leafy canopy, crowing exuberantly.
The path disappeared about two hours out from the castle, at the point where Kouryuu had found it on his way in. Goku had settled down a little and stuck closer to Kouryuu, although he still insisted on scaring away all huntable wildlife within ten miles. He knew he was going to miss the magic refrigerator at the first iteration of Kouryuu, I'm hungry! He'd brought some food, but there was not way he could carry enough to satisfy Goku's appetite. It was going to be a long walk.
He was glad of Goku's heat in the night; he'd left his master's clothes where he'd found them-he was not a Sanzo yet, and he wasn't impatient to assume the title.
Goku was still wired when they stopped for the night. He wolfed down supper and tackled Kouryuu to the ground. His hot mouth was on Kouryuu's almost before they finished falling. Kouryuu could taste that last apple on him, tart and fresh.
Goku's hands went immediately to the sensitive spots he'd long since mapped out. Kouryuu's objections were instantly forgotten. He'd have to examine that later; now, he was deeply involved in kissing Goku.
Goku's hips jerked against his, causing him to dig his fingernails into Goku's back and moan. Kouryuu fumbled hastily at their pants before Goku could mould himself too tightly to him. He took Goku's cock in hand, watching his eyes flicker and darken. He liked the feel of Goku's cock, the shape and weight of it in his palm. He wanted it in him with a sudden, disturbing intensity, for it to stretch him, to feel it inside him.
"What is it?" Goku asked.
"Hush," Kouryuu told him.
Kouryuu rolled them over and moved his hand faster, his own dick hard and throbbing. This was definitely not the time or the place. He brushed his thumb over the head of Goku's cock, smearing the liquid gathered there and drawing a sharp grunt from Goku. He could at least take Goku like this, tracing the dimensions of his erection with palm and fingers.
Their sex had grown less wildly desperate these past weeks, seeking pleasure more than mere satisfaction. Kouryuu had learned how to make Goku squirm and growl, to unwind him with his hands and mouth.
This was a return to heedless passion, Goku rocking up blindly beneath him, one blunted, human-like hand burying itself in his hair, the other going to jack Kouryuu hard and fast. He was fascinated with Kouryuu's hair, sifting it through his fingers in the sunlight or gripping it by the roots while their bodies twisted and rubbed.
Kouryuu leaned down to feel the pull. Goku's mouth opened beneath his, licking into it hungrily. Their wrists brushed as their hands moved, falling into a frenzied push-pull that broke the joining of their mouths into a chain of moans and gasps.
"Kouryuu." Goku's voice was breathless. His hand tightened in Kouryuu's too-long hair. "Kouryuu!" he repeated and bucked, coming with it on his lips.
Achingly hard, Kouryuu brought his come-smeared hand to his erection, only to have it brushed aside. Goku watched him with steamy, dilated eyes as he redoubled his efforts, dragging the uneven nails of his free hand down the back of Kouryuu's neck.
Kouryuu shouted as he came. He collapsed on top of Goku, suddenly exhausted. A faint shivery sensation lingered along his spine where Goku's fingers had brushed it.
Goku didn't complain; he hardly ever did. He simply linked his arms around Kouryuu and let him find a more comfortable position. A yawn raised Goku's chest, and a small smile rose unbidden to his lips before he dropped away into sleep.
"Where are we going?"
Kouryuu was surprised it had taken Goku this long to ask.
"I need to talk to my master," Kouryuu said.
"Koumyou?"
The monkey had been paying attention. Huh.
"I need to punch him in the face," Kouryuu clarified, "and then we're going to have a very long talk about some things."
Goku sighed. "I wish you'd explain stuff to me. You know, just every once in a while."
"After I talk to Koumyou." That was not a conversation Kouryuu was looking forward to. He wasn't sure how Goku was going to react to certain news. There was no question of not telling him, though.
Brooding on that, Kouryuu trudged along through the trackless woods. Goku's energy was not noticeably dampened. They were still a day or so out from the monastery; Kouryuu was much less sure of his direction coming back down than going up; no one was calling him back, after all. But there was a stream that ran close by the monastery, which he had found yesterday and was now following. Goku had managed to either fall or jump into it at first opportunity, and they'd lost several hours while his jeans dried. Somehow, Kouryuu hadn't been able to muster much complaint.
That was yesterday, though, and today Kouryuu was back to stewing. He still hadn't figured out how this was going to go by the time the monastery came into view through the trees. What he wouldn't give for a haircut. And a shirt.
"Are you nervous?" Goku asked.
"No." It was only half a lie. "Try to keep yourself under control. If that's possible," Kouryuu added under his breath.
"It's okay to be nervous."
"Shut up, monkey," Kouryuu told him, although the hand he rested briefly between Goku's shoulder blades was far less confident.
On to the epilogue.
Author: windfallswest
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: <----
Notes: All hail my magnificent beta, htebazytook. How Sanzo and Goku might have met, if Saiyuki were more like Beauty and the Beast (you decide which is which). No spoilers per se, but parts might make more sense if you've read Saiyuki Ibun.
Back to chapter three
Kouryuu woke again in the dimming dusk. He was warm enough in the summer night with Goku radiating heat atop him, but Goku must have been a little chilled by the breeze because he was shifting like he wanted to burrow into Kouryuu.
"Wake up, monkey," Kouryuu said softly.
Goku wriggled, squinted his eyes open, and yawned cavernously. Kouryuu poked him in the ribs.
"C'mon. I'm not staying here all night."
Goku leaned down and kissed him; Kouryuu responded, successfully diverted. Oh. Yeah. No way to pretend that hadn't happened.
"Mrrch." Kouryuu mustered the will to push him away. "I'm going to teach you how to brush your teeth. Now get up. Bath first, and then we'll shovel some food into your stomach."
Goku's eyes went glassy at the mention of food, and Kouryuu was able to prod him upright and in the direction of the baths. He paused to recover their jeans but left the shredded remnants of his robes. A self-conscious flush crept up his neck as he stood looking at them.
"Kouryuu?" Goku was looking inquiringly at him.
"It's nothing." Kouryuu turned back to the castle.
Kouryuu sighed contentment. They were clean, finally, though not for want of trying on Goku's part. They'd scandalised the lamp, probably. Well, Kouryuu was much more interested in what Goku was doing with his hands than in what the furniture thought. You'd think a massage from someone with claws would be a disaster, but Goku's characteristically disproportionate enthusiasm for exploring Kouryuu's body had him well on his way to liquefying Kouryuu from the brain on down.
It was a good thing they had reached Kouryuu's bed already, because he seriously doubted his ability to move right now. Goku dug into a particularly recalcitrant knot, extracting a pleased groan from his subject. He seemed to be incapable of keeping his mouth out of the business either, spotting Kouryuu's back with unpredictable kisses that kept his attention and other things stirred up.
Goku worked his way down Kouryuu's body with exquisite slowness, kneading his ass with a passion that probably crossed the line into groping. His tongue wandered a breath-catching trail down the cleft, sidetracking into a kiss and then a playful bite on one cheek.
When Goku started on his feet, Kouryuu was almost ready to abandon his firmly held opinion that all people were abysmal wastes of air. Fuck, he hadn't known feet could feel like that. Kouryuu made inarticulate sounds into his pillow and offered no resistance when Goku decided to flip him over.
Those lips and inquisitive fingers smoothed back up his legs with savouring attention. A touch to the skin high on his thigh made him shudder and gasp. Hot breath like a furnace blast blew over the head of his very erect cock, which jerked upwards of its own volition.
"Holy fffuck-" Kouryuu hissed.
Kouryuu couldn't resist the impulse to look down, and so caught the avid look on Goku's face just before his mouth descended on Kouryuu's cock. Goku's eyes closed in rapture, and his own almost crossed. The sight of Goku's lips sliding slowly down his length was deliciously obscene. A choked moan escaped his throat and his hips jerked up into that mind-melting heat, causing Goku to stop playing with his balls and the sensitive skin behind them and hold his hips down. Kouryuu caught his eyes at last, heavy and dark with bright gold rims while he tongued the bottom-vein of Kouryuu's cock, licked stripes along its length, sucked teasingly at his balls. The things Goku was doing with his mouth more than made up for what came out of it the rest of the time. More than. Kouryuu pressed his hips up to feel strong hands push him down.
Goku sucked hard on the head of Kouryuu's cock, then even more fiercely near the top of his hip. Teeth there, a nascent mark. He licked randomly across Kouryuu's stomach, now up and now down until Kouryuu yanked him to where he could kiss him. His hands moved smoothly over Goku's sweaty skin, grabbing and stroking and scratching a little in a way he was discovering had an inspiring effect on the crazy ape.
But Goku would not be derailed, and his own hands were equally busy, mouth spurring off on tangents to his jaw and nose and collarbone. He didn't have to work hard to persuade Kouryuu to let him trail downwards again. Worrying at his nipples left him breathless and writhing, one leg drawing up to rub Goku's still-jeans-covered erection. Goku's mouth enveloped his cock again with peculiar focus. He went down, and down, and swallowed.
Kouryuu's eyes stuttered open and closed, and he gasped. His hips twitched involuntarily, accomplishing nothing; but Goku swallowed again, and then started to move. His rhythm soon had Kouryuu all but keening, wanting more, wanting it not to stop. He could feel orgasm building behind his eyes and teeth and below his stomach until Goku took him in again, breath exhaled into the sweat-soaked mat of hair there, and he lost it.
Goku drank him down like the best thing since hot soup, the little pleased noises he made deep in his throat coaxing the last trembling spasms out of his cock. He pulled off only reluctantly and inhaled the musky scent from Kouryuu's groin. He nipped back up Kouryuu's torso to his mouth. Kouryuu mmphed appreciatively.
Goku rocked his hips, dick obviously straining his jeans. Kouryuu trailed his hands down to the waistband of Goku's pants and lazily traced the skin beneath it. Goku moaned eagerly into his mouth and pressed closer.
"Tch," Kouryuu said and levered himself a space in which to work on Goku's fly. The heel of his hand pressed against Goku's erection got him a panting please and a lingering pull of teeth on his bottom lip. Kouryuu licked it reflexively, catching Goku's lips as well.
Goku's zip yielded to his deliberate manipulations and his cock sprang free. His hand on it made Goku instantly pliable; Kouryuu sat up, taking Goku perforce with him. A few tugs, and he had Goku on his back. Kouryuu pushed the jeans out of the way some more on his way down.
The feel of Goku's cock on his tongue, heavy and hot, was nothing his imagination had provided. He had an inexplicable desire to swallow it as Goku had swallowed him, to lick and suck until Goku was reduced from begging to whimpers, to press the sweet spot behind his balls or roll them in his palm. Goku was coming already, though; Kouryuu suddenly realised Goku had been repeating his name. He was interrupted now by a gasp and a moan and a chatter of teeth. He tasted sharp and strange and bitter, and still a little like lightning. Kouryuu wriggled back to face-level and allowed Goku to kiss his taste out of his mouth. God, that was hot.
Eventually, Goku wriggled the rest of the way out of his jeans. He slid cleverly inside Kouryuu's arms and wound his own around Kouryuu to complete his possession.
"Comfortable?" Kouryuu tried for dry, but a distressing amount of affection leaked out of his voice.
"Hrmph." Goku yawned, then continued in an unusually thoughtful tone. "I think I wanted to do that since the first time I saw you."
"That in particular?"
Goku grunted. "More or less. You're delicious, you know." He licked the nearest stripe of skin for emphasis.
Kouryuu shivered in the good way. A small, overpowered section of his brain moaned that his edge was gone, but even it couldn't muster much indignation right now. "What stopped you?" he asked carefully.
"It's...I don't know. It's like I knew you already then. I knew who you were, only I couldn't remember." Kouryuu could hear the frown in the slow delivery of Goku's words. "I still feel-like, like you're you but not quite you. I think...it scared me.
"It's weird remembering things before you came. I know I was alone for a long time. It was like a, a big chunk of me was ripped out and empty; that's loneliness, right?"
Loss, Kouryuu thought and maybe snuggled just a bit closer, thinking of cards in a room in the west tower that scared Goku quite literally out of his mind.
"I think...maybe I used to be somewhere else. Maybe I did something really, really bad and now I'm being punished. But you're here now, so it must be all right. As long as you're here, it's all right."
"Tch. You don't need me to be all right." If you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha. "Not that I'm planning on leaving you unsupervised."
It was awhile still before he found it, more weeks of combing through the jumbled library, although that was at best a rough guess. Kouryuu had cycled through diurnal habits to nocturnal and back again so often that his sense of night and day and time in general had been completely screwed even before Goku discovered this new and better way of distracting him.
Kouryuu had some inkling of what he was reading even before the picture. Child of the Earth. Wild. Powerful. It explained a lot. The golden colour of his eyes wasn't apparent in the black ink drawing; it resembled the depiction on the card in the tower more than Goku himself. Son Goku, apparently. He was posed in an entirely un-Goku-like manner, his limbs set in a balanced counterpoint, hand over, hand under, ankles not quite crossed. He wore grieves and armour in a formal, archaic style. Waving lines provided the framing suggestion of a cape and long strands of hair. Something, it had more the look of a crown than a power limiter, was settled on his head. The expression was blank and unfocussed, as though the artist had not considered the necessity of adding one.
The account wasn't very detailed; it described the nature of what it referred to as the Seiten Taisei but remained silent on the subject of Goku's history. Truly not a force to be loosed freely on the world.
Kouryuu frowned and carefully paged through the rest of the text; it contained nothing useful. He stood and walked out into the grounds where Goku was busy bouncing from tree to tree.
"Monkey!"
Goku stopped and looked over at him. "Hey, Kouryuu! Watch-!"
"Come down from there," Kouryuu interrupted. "We're leaving."
Goku dropped off the branch he'd been hanging from and stared at him incredulously.
"Leaving?"
"Now," Kouryuu said.
Goku looked around nervously. "Can we?"
"I'm certainly not staying locked up in here forever."
Goku's eyes were pretty wobbly for a remorseless scourge of heaven and earth.
Kouryuu sighed and rolled his eyes. "Are you coming or not?"
The look of dawning joy on Goku's face stirred something warm in Kouryuu's chest that he chose not to examine too closely and only increased his irritation. Kouryuu left the lamp up in his room with the insufferable armoire. He wasn't quite sure whether or not it was punishment: they almost seemed to enjoy one another's company. It wasn't too likely anyone else would be stopping by in the foreseeable future.
Goku eyed the approaching gate with mounting worry. Kouryuu kept his own uncertainty tightly under wraps; there was only one way to find out if he was right about this. If he'd been sent as a control on Goku, they could simply walk out.
There was, thankfully, no surly gargoyle on the inside of the gate. There was no bar or lock that Kouryuu could see, and nothing prevented it from swinging open with his push.
"Leaving so soon?" the door knocker grated at him.
"Go rust yourself," Kouryuu snapped back at it.
Impatiently, he tugged Goku out the gate after him. The monkey's steps were hesitant, but he followed. He craned his neck around at the small strip of open ground before the edge of the forest, as though he couldn't absorb his own freedom. He kept looking from Kouryuu to the gate and then back to Kouryuu and up at the sky, as though it looked somehow different from the outside.
Kouryuu rolled his eyes. "Don't look so impressed. It just means we've both been screwed."
"Whatever, this is awesome!" Goku ran leaping along the line of trees, then disappeared up into their branches. Kouryuu was just starting on the path into the woods when Goku caromed into him and seized him by the shoulders, leaning up to plant a dizzying kiss on his protesting lips. Goku stood beaming up at him for another second before he leapt back up into the leafy canopy, crowing exuberantly.
The path disappeared about two hours out from the castle, at the point where Kouryuu had found it on his way in. Goku had settled down a little and stuck closer to Kouryuu, although he still insisted on scaring away all huntable wildlife within ten miles. He knew he was going to miss the magic refrigerator at the first iteration of Kouryuu, I'm hungry! He'd brought some food, but there was not way he could carry enough to satisfy Goku's appetite. It was going to be a long walk.
He was glad of Goku's heat in the night; he'd left his master's clothes where he'd found them-he was not a Sanzo yet, and he wasn't impatient to assume the title.
Goku was still wired when they stopped for the night. He wolfed down supper and tackled Kouryuu to the ground. His hot mouth was on Kouryuu's almost before they finished falling. Kouryuu could taste that last apple on him, tart and fresh.
Goku's hands went immediately to the sensitive spots he'd long since mapped out. Kouryuu's objections were instantly forgotten. He'd have to examine that later; now, he was deeply involved in kissing Goku.
Goku's hips jerked against his, causing him to dig his fingernails into Goku's back and moan. Kouryuu fumbled hastily at their pants before Goku could mould himself too tightly to him. He took Goku's cock in hand, watching his eyes flicker and darken. He liked the feel of Goku's cock, the shape and weight of it in his palm. He wanted it in him with a sudden, disturbing intensity, for it to stretch him, to feel it inside him.
"What is it?" Goku asked.
"Hush," Kouryuu told him.
Kouryuu rolled them over and moved his hand faster, his own dick hard and throbbing. This was definitely not the time or the place. He brushed his thumb over the head of Goku's cock, smearing the liquid gathered there and drawing a sharp grunt from Goku. He could at least take Goku like this, tracing the dimensions of his erection with palm and fingers.
Their sex had grown less wildly desperate these past weeks, seeking pleasure more than mere satisfaction. Kouryuu had learned how to make Goku squirm and growl, to unwind him with his hands and mouth.
This was a return to heedless passion, Goku rocking up blindly beneath him, one blunted, human-like hand burying itself in his hair, the other going to jack Kouryuu hard and fast. He was fascinated with Kouryuu's hair, sifting it through his fingers in the sunlight or gripping it by the roots while their bodies twisted and rubbed.
Kouryuu leaned down to feel the pull. Goku's mouth opened beneath his, licking into it hungrily. Their wrists brushed as their hands moved, falling into a frenzied push-pull that broke the joining of their mouths into a chain of moans and gasps.
"Kouryuu." Goku's voice was breathless. His hand tightened in Kouryuu's too-long hair. "Kouryuu!" he repeated and bucked, coming with it on his lips.
Achingly hard, Kouryuu brought his come-smeared hand to his erection, only to have it brushed aside. Goku watched him with steamy, dilated eyes as he redoubled his efforts, dragging the uneven nails of his free hand down the back of Kouryuu's neck.
Kouryuu shouted as he came. He collapsed on top of Goku, suddenly exhausted. A faint shivery sensation lingered along his spine where Goku's fingers had brushed it.
Goku didn't complain; he hardly ever did. He simply linked his arms around Kouryuu and let him find a more comfortable position. A yawn raised Goku's chest, and a small smile rose unbidden to his lips before he dropped away into sleep.
"Where are we going?"
Kouryuu was surprised it had taken Goku this long to ask.
"I need to talk to my master," Kouryuu said.
"Koumyou?"
The monkey had been paying attention. Huh.
"I need to punch him in the face," Kouryuu clarified, "and then we're going to have a very long talk about some things."
Goku sighed. "I wish you'd explain stuff to me. You know, just every once in a while."
"After I talk to Koumyou." That was not a conversation Kouryuu was looking forward to. He wasn't sure how Goku was going to react to certain news. There was no question of not telling him, though.
Brooding on that, Kouryuu trudged along through the trackless woods. Goku's energy was not noticeably dampened. They were still a day or so out from the monastery; Kouryuu was much less sure of his direction coming back down than going up; no one was calling him back, after all. But there was a stream that ran close by the monastery, which he had found yesterday and was now following. Goku had managed to either fall or jump into it at first opportunity, and they'd lost several hours while his jeans dried. Somehow, Kouryuu hadn't been able to muster much complaint.
That was yesterday, though, and today Kouryuu was back to stewing. He still hadn't figured out how this was going to go by the time the monastery came into view through the trees. What he wouldn't give for a haircut. And a shirt.
"Are you nervous?" Goku asked.
"No." It was only half a lie. "Try to keep yourself under control. If that's possible," Kouryuu added under his breath.
"It's okay to be nervous."
"Shut up, monkey," Kouryuu told him, although the hand he rested briefly between Goku's shoulder blades was far less confident.
On to the epilogue.