Insatiable

Title: Insatiable
Author: Rroselavy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): 39, 58
Beta: Akuchan
Spoilers: None, post series
Disclaimer: As if I could own something so utterly captivating.
Summary: Sanzo learns that Goku's insatiable hunger extends beyond food.

1.

"Sanzoooo! I'm hunnngry," Son Goku whined, his amber cat-eyes slanting up at the priest. There was a time when his complaint of hunger could only mean one thing, Genjyo Sanzo thought-that nothing remotely edible was safe from the teen's gaping maw. But now, casting his violet eyes toward the ceiling, the older man sighed audibly.

"So what the fuck do you want me to do about it, monkey?" the tall blond gritted through clenched teeth, turning to face the other, because he already knew the answer.

"Come back to bed." A hand lazily trailed across bronzed pecs, teased dusky nipples, and Sanzo, the sole beneficiary and witness to the deliberate display, found that his mouth had begun to water as his cock hardened.

Hadn't they just screwed like rabbits the evening before, he wondered humorlessly.? Fuck, they'd been screwing like bunnies the entire winter. He watched, mesmerized, as the teen's hand traced random arabesques over the flawless, bronzed skin of his well-defined abdomen.

Sanzo knew that he'd already lost this latest battle of wills as his traitorous body moved toward the bed that he'd so recently occupied, the fluttering low in his gut foreshadowing the decidedly impure thoughts he harbored towards his young charge. He crawled back onto the mattress, threaded his elegant hands through tousled chestnut locks and ravished Goku's mouth, his tongue claiming each hollow and ridge, flitting over the teen's passive muscle, coaxing it into an ardent response. The monk rolled on top of the slender man and felt Goku breathe out a soft moan into his mouth. The sigh caused his shaft to pulse and become fully engorged. He tipped the teen's head back and nipped down the corded throat, his nose getting a heady whiff of Goku's intoxicating undertones. The more he fucked the boy who writhed beneath him with such wanton abandon, Sanzo thought hopelessly, the more he craved the body that he was offered so willingly. It was an addiction the older man knew that he had to find the strength to overcome, and he meditated on it daily, but at that very moment all semblance of his self-control had abandoned him.

From the time that Sanzo had first met Goku, the boy had had that affect on him to varying degrees, but since they'd started sharing a bed, Sanzo had become a slave to Goku's ravenous appetite for sex. Not that he'd been entirely unwilling to assume that role; the teen had filled out to become an utterly gorgeous creature that oozed sex from every pore. The childhood roundness of his features had been honed into angular planes and sculpted muscle, and his adolescent awkwardness had evolved into feline grace. To watch Goku at work was a breathtaking experience, the assurance he exhibited in his strength and his abilities imparted a confident demeanor as he set about the handyman tasks that Sanzo would think up to keep the teen busy, and to keep his hands off of the boy. To be chosen as the one to tutor all that raw carnality, to teach Goku about sex, had been a gift from the gods themselves. Too bad they'd been remiss in their guidance when Sanzo had found himself addicted to all things Goku. But he knew that theirs was an impossible relationship. He was more certain of that than he'd been of anything in his life; he could not bear to lose his heart again, and so he needed to let the teen go.

Sanzo pushed Goku's legs apart with his knees and lay down between them, his teeth and tongue assaulting one peaked nipple before turning to its twin. Goku's hands twined in the blond's silky hair and tugged roughly as he arched into the sweet torment.

"Fuck me, pleeaase." It was an order rather than a request, the last syllable drawn out in a plaintive groan as Goku leveraged and rolled both their bodies over so that he now straddled the older man, his ass grinding down on Sanzo's jeans-covered erection. The priest crushed the boy to his chest and continued is assault on Goku's pliant mouth; the teen had learned quickly that acting submissive to his guardian stoked the blond's desires exponentially.

"Get off of me now, baka," Sanzo ordered roughly, noting the words failed to have an adequate bite. When Goku complied, the blond hurriedly divested himself of his dungarees, watching lecherously through half-lidded eyes as the teen wriggled out of his sleep pants to reveal his ruddy cock, already dripping with precum. Sanzo reached out and touched the hot, velvety skin-the gasp that Goku breathed out harshly was music to his ears-and wiped some of the milky fluid away, only to bring his moistened fingers up to the monkey's lips. He watched, fascinated, as Goku's tongue darted out, teasing at the sensitive pads before he tenderly sucked the digits into his mouth. Encased in that moist warmth served to remind Sanzo of the exquisite tight heat that his cock longed to be buried in. He gazed at the tableau, the look of hunger and need on the teen's face, almost too much to bear. Sanzo kissed Goku again, his fingers and tongue probing the depths of the younger man's mouth, before the blond pulled away abruptly.

"Hands and knees," he grunted, barely allowing the other time to get into position before the saliva-lubricated digits were forcing their way into his passage. Sanzo marveled at the silken walls as he stroked them, and, knowing all too well how quickly he could bring Goku to completion, he encircled the base of the teen's length with the thumb and forefinger of his other hand and squeezed tightly, smirking at the stifled sob and arched back that his action elicited. "Not until I say so," he warned, satisfied by the single, violent nod of the brunet's head.

He worked quickly and efficiently at stretching the boy; instinctively concerned with ensuring he did no damage to the tender tissue of the teen's sphincter, even though Sanzo had decided this would be their last time. When he realized the dual purpose of his automated ministrations, the blond snorted to himself; that had been his intention yesterday, and the day before, hell, the entire week prior had been filled with intercourse that he'd annotated as 'last times.' But this ~would~ be the very last time; today their old friends and traveling companions, Cho Hakkai and Sha Gojyo, were dropping by for a visit, and before they left, Sanzo would insist that Goku go with them. A lonely, windswept mountaintop monastery was no place for such a free spirit as the monkey; Sanzo could not bear to see the fire snuffed out of the teen's eyes as he wasted away from boredom. It did not matter to the monk that it was plain to see that Goku had been content to while away the long winter evenings honing his reading and math skills, Sanzo knew what was best for his charge.

When the date for the arrival had been decided upon, Sanzo had told Goku that for the duration of the others' visit, he was to sleep in his old room. What had happened between them was to stay that way; the priest didn't need the half-blooded kappa's endless jibes. The teen's acquiescence had unnerved Sanzo, but he'd mollified himself, remembering that he'd set the terms of their 'relationship'-it had been strictly 'educational'. He shut down the niggling voice in his head that asked him that if that were the case, why did he feel guilty for not enlightening Goku to his decision to exile the teen.

Sanzo lined up his dick with Goku's entrance and dug his fingernails into the teen's hips, roughly pulling the boy's lithe body towards him as he pushed himself balls-deep into his channel. He heard Goku expel a hiss, of relief or pain, Sanzo couldn't be sure, but at that point, he was beyond caring. His world sharpened in focus to the delicious friction he felt around his shaft as he thrust it in and out of the brunet's tight ass. When Goku dropped his head onto his folded arms, the change in Sanzo's trajectory caused the teen to howl inarticulate syllables woven between great pants of breath. Sanzo maintained the punishing pace, delighting in the mewls and groans that fell from Goku's lips, and the knowledge that the teen was desperately trying to obey the command that he'd given earlier.

Long, elegant fingers teased the other's neglected erection, and Sanzo was rewarded with copious amounts of precum that flowed from the teen's slit. The smell of sex permeated his senses, and the blond smeared the essence that he'd captured the length of Goku's curved back before doubling over him and licking it off. By the time he was finished, Sanzo had almost entirely pulled out of the boy, and Goku lurched his body backwards, mindless that his action earned him the blond's teeth scraping harshly along the defined ridge of a shoulder blade. Sanzo tasted blood and his cock pulsed deep inside his lover. One hand slipped around the teen's neck and he pressed Goku's face into the mattress, while his other hand fisted along the boy's heated shaft.

"You little slut," the blond growled. "You like to be fucked like an animal, don't you?" He pistoned his hips viciously, precariously close to his own climax.

He heard Goku grunt incoherently, his compromised position forcing him to accept the other man's statement as fact, though the blond suspected that the teen wouldn't have denied it even if he'd been in a better position to voice his opinion on the matter.

A sense of power surged through the monk as he bore down on the supine body, and his orgasm broke over him in waves, his mind a swirl with the heady thought that he'd been the one allowed to dominate the gorgeous creature beneath him. As he shuddered in his completion, he grabbed Goku's length, expertly palming along the shaft and rubbing his thumb over the sensitive head. The boy was quivering with need, and though he was spent, Sanzo's desire flared anew.

"Now," he whispered hoarsely, biting down on the tender flesh of Goku's neck, under the hairline where the mark would be all but invisible. His free hand snaked around Goku's torso, seeking out a puckered bud to toy with. The teen's reaction was instantaneous, he came violently, hot seed coating Sanzo's fist, spilling onto the sheets twisted beneath them, before his knees gave out and he pitched them both to the mattress.

Still seated deep within Goku, and though he was soft, Sanzo thrust his hips against the teen's perfect ass a few more times. As he finally pulled out, Sanzo heard Goku sigh contentedly.

"Greedy saru. You'd better earn your keep today," he said with a smirk, sharply slapping one of the boy's buttocks.

Goku rolled over, and, in an uncharacteristically gentle action, he stroked Sanzo's face with his hand, thumbing over the well-defined cheekbone, his golden eyes unreadable.

"What?" Sanzo challenged. The teen only smiled at him, flashing perfectly even white teeth, and the priest felt his heart clench in the face of such stunning beauty.

"Nothing," Goku shrugged, continuing to moon at the blond.

"Baka saru." Sanzo chided toothlessly. He sat up in a fluid motion, planting both feet on the floor, his back to the other. He reached for his smokes, and as he struck the match, he felt the mattress shift as Goku got out of bed. "When you've moved all your things back to your room, change the bedding," he added, his teeth clenched around a cigarette.

"'Kay. First I'm gonna plow out the courtyard and the driveway down to the road." Sanzo turned, intently watching the other dress, momentarily hypnotized by the grace in which Goku performed the mundane task of putting on his clothes.

"You will shower."

"After." Goku shrugged into one of Sanzo's woolen turtlenecks that had been discarded to the floor. The blond appreciated that it was a little tight across the shoulders. He watched Goku pull on his heavy winter boots and carefully tuck in the cuffs of his jeans before he laced them up. He turned to the blond. "Can I have the keys to the truck?"

Sanzo shivered involuntarily. "Be careful, the clutch is stiff in cold weather." An image of the ancient vehicle, crumpled against a tree trunk, Goku's lifeless body visible through the cracked back window, flashed in the priest's mind. He shook the disturbing thought out of his head.

Goku rolled his eyes. "I know that."

"Knowing and acting appropriately on that knowledge are two different things," Sanzo commented, assuming his role as guardian while reaching for the ignition key. He tossed it in Goku's direction without glancing at the teen; he didn't want the other to catch the look of concern in his eyes and think that he actually cared. He continued to smoke his cigarette, listening to Goku's heavy feet tread away from him and then around the kitchen before the door slammed and the building was silent. A short while later, as he was getting dressed, Sanzo heard the recalcitrant complaint of the pickup's motor. He padded to his office to look over some of the officialism he'd been avoiding through the long winter, the toiling engine a soundtrack to his tedious bureaucratic paperwork.

He soon found that he couldn't concentrate, and as much as he wanted to blame it on the mechanical noise that pierced his solitude, Sanzo knew it had more to do with the operator than the cantankerous vehicle itself. All things Goku pervaded his thoughts. He wondered when it was that Goku had gone from grudgingly accepting that snow would fall despite how much he hated the white stuff to actually loving it. Sanzo smiled, remembering the many snowball fights they'd engaged in over the long winter. Goku had a wicked throwing arm, but he had far more control, and most of their battles had ended with Goku charging the blond, the two of them wrestling in the powdery fluff until they were shivering from exposure, and then warming each other back up. He removed his reading glasses and rubbed his temples, regretting the memory. The teen was his eternal enigma, unsolvable and unknowable; Sanzo knew that he could never be privy to the ideas that swirled around in that monkey brain. And when exactly, had that become so important to him, he admonished. Checking the time, he decided to move Goku's things back to his old room, before that chore was forgotten in the haste to have everything ready for their visitors.

There wasn't very much to clean up. Despite Sanzo's vocal complaints otherwise Goku regularly picked up after himself. He occupied the priest's bedroom as a guest, and at any given time, his clothes and whatever he happened to be keeping himself occupied with were kept in neat piles on the dresser. Sanzo carried the few articles to the small guestroom down the hall from his bedroom and deposited them on the narrow bed. He frowned as he glanced around the sparse furnishings, noting how impersonal the room was. While Sanzo himself was far from sentimental, Goku seemed singularly uninterested in material objects; when he was gone, there would be nothing left to remind the priest that the teen had once lived here.

Except for the memories. Sanzo felt a cold loneliness envelope him, fooling himself that it was just the last tendrils of the brutal winter refusing to give up their hold on the drafty monastery. The screech of tires brought the blond out of his ruminations and as he wrapped his head around the unfamiliar sound, it was followed by a sickening thud. Instantly, Sanzo was filled with panic, and he blindly raced toward the courtyard. He threw open the heavily carved temple doors only to be greeted with the image from his premonition.

"Fuck!" he shouted, breaking out in a run, not caring that his slippers were no match for the icy pavement. "Don't you take him from me!" he screamed, his voice directed to the heavens as he skittered and slipped across the courtyard to where Goku's lifeless body lay slumped in the cab, his head thrown back at an impossible angle. Sanzo realized suddenly that the voice in his head, Goku's voice, had been silenced.