Submit

Goku woke to the cheerful piping of birdsong and the acrid smoke of cigarette smoke in his nostrils. Soft grass tickled his cheek, and he felt…really, really good.

Cracking one eye open, he saw the golden form of Sanzo, clad only in his denims, smoking a cigarette. A smile stretched Goku’s lips, until memories of the day before began to filter into his dreamy haze.

The Oni.

Gojyo’s blood.

The shadow of absolute fear on Hakkai’s face.

Sanzo.

A deep blush suffused Goku’s face at the memory of Sanzo spread out before him – a beautifully debauched offering for Son Goku.

“If you’re just going to lay there all day, I’m leaving your ass behind.” Sanzo announced, fully aware that Goku was awake. He’d been hyper-sensitive to every move the Saru made throughout the night.

Smiling stupidly, Goku pushed himself up and found his pile of clothes, dressing quickly. When Sanzo threatened to leave him behind, he knew it was a distinct possibility.

Turning, Goku opened his mouth to inform Sanzo of the status of his stomach. The words froze in his throat though as he saw long red weals decorating Sanzo’s back and shoulders. It was apparent Sanzo had bathed sometime before Goku woke, but some of the marks still oozed blood.

“Sanzo!” he exclaimed, horror creeping into his gut. The monk stubbed out his cigarette and stood, brushing dirt off his jeans.

“Don’t you dare apologize” Sanzo growled dangerously. Goku’s mouth snapped shut.

“If you’re going to do something, you do it whole-heartedly and with no regrets.” Sanzo pulled his black shirt over his head, and rolled it down, tucking it into the waistband of his jeans. He winced a little, but his sideways glare dared Goku to say just one stupid word so Sanzo would have an excuse to wallop him.

Goku wisely kept his mouth shut, knowing he would be punished later as it was. No way was he making it worse by saying something stupid.

Turning fully, Sanzo pinned Goku with a curiously flat stare. “Do you regret it?” he asked lowly. Goku shook his head, his cheeks heating up once more with the intense memories of the night before. “Not at all!” He exclaimed earnestly.

“I just…didn’t mean to hurt you. That’s all” He continued, a little sheepishly. Sanzo snorted derisively, stoically ignoring the faint blush spreading across his own face. Moving closer, he grabbed a handful of Goku’s hair, pulling the Saru in close to whisper in his ear.

“For the record, idiot, I liked it. All of it.” A tongue traced the shell of Goku’s ear, sharp teeth biting down on the lobe. Goku gasped, and just as suddenly he was released, hormones flooding his system at a single touch from Sanzo.

His Sun.

Without further ado, Sanzo turned and began the trek back to the clearing where Hakkai and Gojyo had made camp.

Goku scrambled to catch up, adjusting the erection in his pants, and not even batting an eyelash when Sanzo added over his shoulder “Repeat what I just said, and I’ll kill you.”

The banishing gun glinting in the morning light as Sanzo waved it at him over the other shoulder.

Goku should have known that Sanzo wasn’t done with him just yet. He knew he’d be getting punishment for getting rough with Sanzo as Seiten Taisei, but the journey, and more importantly food, distracted his monkey mind.

_____

It was several weeks later when they finally made it to a town with an inn large enough for them to book two rooms. It didn’t take much encouragement on Sanzo’s part to get Goku to undress, get on his knees, and grab the headboard of their shared bed.

It didn’t take much brain-power for Goku to realize that it was long past time for his punishment when Sanzo used the scriptures to bind his hands to the headboard, and a wicked smile graced his face, as the monk undressed carefully, folding his clothes and setting them aside while Goku pulled against his bonds and whimpered.

“Sanzooo…I’m so horny.” He whined, giving his best puppy eyes, but to no avail. Sanzo dug through his robes before pulling out his harisen and showing it to the bound Saru. Goku’s eyes widened a fraction, and his erection twitched, a drop of precum falling to the sheets.

“Oh shit.” He uttered. Sanzo smiled.

It was not a friendly smile either.

Suddenly, the fan smacked Goku solidly on the ass, pulling a yelp out of the Saru. “That’s for swearing.” Sanzo explained, setting the fan aside long enough to put a cigarette between his lips and light it.

Picking up the fan once more, another swat fell, a shuddering gasp falling from Goku’s lips. “That’s for fucking me so hard I couldn’t sit straight for a week.”

Two more stinging swats fell, and Goku keened, pushing his ass out towards the priest.

“Those are for leaving scratches all over my back.”

Sanzo dropped the cigarette in an ashtray, bent forward, and a hot tongue slipped between Goku’s cheeks, licking at his sensitive hole. Goku panted like a bitch in heat, his face flushed, and sweat rolling down his brow.

“That’s for the amazing sex.” Sanzo whispered huskily, his breath making Goku’s pucker twitch in anticipation.

“S-Sanzo.” Goku huffed unsteadily. “More…please.” He begged shamelessly. Sanzo pulled back and Goku was rewarded with three more strikes to his reddened ass.

“Those are because I love to see you beg.”

Sanzo was having trouble maintaining his composure, his dick straining towards the object of his not-so-tender affections.

“Harder!” Goku insisted, his balls drawing up. Sanzo hummed, pleased with Goku’s response. With all his effort, Sanzo delivered the strongest smack he could manage. Goku jerked, shouted, and came all over the sheets.

Grabbing the tube of lube, Sanzo slicked himself up then pressed slick fingers into the Saru’s hole. Goku was snug around his fingers, but easily pliable from his orgasm. It did not take long for Sanzo to stretch him enough to slide in, hissing at the heat and tightness.

Goku groaned lowly, pushing back towards Sanzo, taking the monk as deep as he could. Sanzo leaned forward and bit down on Goku’s shoulder as he thrust into him. Adopting a firm, steady pace, it took little time for Sanzo to release, his orgasm flooding Goku’s insides with liquid passion.

Panting, Sanzo released the scriptures, and they fell into the bed, heedless of the sticky mess they had made. Pulling Goku close, Sanzo nuzzled the back of his neck, the Saru’s hair ticklng his nose.

Goku turned, soliciting a kiss from the monk. Sanzo obliged him, oddly sweet in his post-orgasmic haze.

As Goku turned back over to fall asleep in Sanzo’s arms, he yelped when teeth gripped his shoulder and bit hard drawing blood. Goku would have the crescent shaped mark for weeks.

“What the hell was that for?!” He asked, rubbing his wounded shoulder. Sanzo smirked and pulled Goku closer.

“That’s for making me love you.”

____