Blood Red

Sunlight

The cooling buns filled the room with a delicious aroma. Sanzo had been as sorely disappointed as Hakkai and Gojyo when Goku did not stir for his favourite food. Yaone said that she would return at dawn to try her experimental medicine if the youth remained trapped in his mind by then.

The monk, exhausted and hungry, fell asleep next to the youth, who was as unresponsive as a corpse. Sanzo did not know why he felt so upset that even he could not break the mental bars that held Goku captive.

The blonde fell into a fitful, troubled sleep. As he dreamed of happier days, his hand strayed to rest in soft, dark hair.

As Goku re-lived beating after beating, criticism after criticism, and abuse after abuse in his mind, he became aware of unusual warmth next to him. A golden sort of warmth was the best way that he could describe it, and as the hours in reality passed, his body responded to the long sought after, but nevertheless unfamiliar, heat.

Sanzo!

Goku sat up with a start. His sex had never been so urgently erect before. Even while the youth’s mind was pre-occupied with its mental tortures his body had responded powerfully, in a deeply primal way, to the smell and warm proximity of the man he loved and lusted even more than food.

Hours before, Nii’s poison had left its evil power over his mind behind, even as it left his blood. It made him recall, in vivid detail, all the times Sanzo had pushed him away, hit him, and hurled abuse at him.

He was stupid, he was annoying, he was troublesome, and he was rude.

Sanzo hated him.

Sanzo could not stand him.

Sanzo would leave him now that their quest was done.

Goku had wanted to die.

But then, just when he was about to lose his battle with the despair that was strangling his heart, he had felt that intoxicating, golden warmth, radiating down from the top of his head. He was initially so lost in his nightmare that he thought it was a trick, but his body eventually remembered that comforting touch, the only physical, real, undeniable, gentle contact that they ever shared. Always at the top of his head; the only times Sanzo had ever touched him with…tenderness.

The youth felt the caress of dawn spilling in through the window on to his skin. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the form he loved so much.

Illuminated by golden light, his face at rest so that it did not mar its own beauty with a fierce expression of boredom or irritation, Sanzo was indescribably beautiful. It took Goku’s breath away, and he was beyond coherent thought or speech, as he quickly and nimbly slipped out of his sleeping pants and reached to unfasten the blonde’s jeans.

The monk could not believe his eyes when he started awake, as his jeans and underwear already lay by the foot of the bed! Goku had a preternatural swiftness that he was learning to use to good effect even off the battlefield.

If it had been any one else, or any other day, a bullet would have ended the lovemaking before it began. But because it was Goku, and it was this dawn, the morning after the day Sanzo had almost lost him; the blonde relaxed and allowed the youth to look upon his delicate nakedness.

The modest curls that surrounded the beautifully shaped, softly pink sex were as bright as the hair on his head, and as remarkably soft, begging to be touched, to be tasted. The monk made a strangled sound of disbelief as Goku, without hesitation and cheekily not even asking permission, bent and took the exposed sex into his mouth.

Sanzo arched his back, amazed at how foolhardy, brave and reckless the youth was being, even as his body surrendered to the pleasure.

One hand massaged his balls, as the youth licked and sucked him to a throbbing erection, while the other explored his flexing hips, and caressed the golden curls.

Sanzo’s breath came in gasps as Goku worked him harder, faster, with relentless intensity. The monk ran his fingers through the thick, brown hair, and he felt strong fingers massaging his tensing buttocks as he thrust urgently into the wet mouth.

His sex was weeping seed when Goku sat up between his spread legs and took a breath. There was something wild and fierce in the golden eyes, mixed with a profound love and protectiveness.

With one remarkably strong hand, he got hold of the blonde’s trembling buttocks, lifting the slim hips, his other hand starting to stroke the engorged sex, and as a spasm of pleasure overwhelmed Sanzo, and his opening relaxed, Goku penetrated him in one smooth motion.

The monk screamed, even parts in pain, pleasure and outrage, but at the same time both lovers knew that a man like Sanzo would not have accepted a move any less bold, any less forceful, and any less uncompromising.

A red flush stained the high cheekbones as Goku took pleasure inside his virgin hole with hungry, deep thrusts. At the same time, the youth masturbated him. Sanzo arched his back and moaned, his fists gathering the sheets.

The vigorous, demanding intercourse finally made Sanzo lose control, and he was writhing hard when he crested with a wild cry.

He groaned with release, running shaking hands through sweat-soaked hair. Goku was still buried to the hilt inside him, breathless and momentarily motionless after relishing the heated spasms that massaged his sex during Sanzo’s orgasm.

The youth caught his breath and then ran demanding hands up the heaving torso, pushing the monk’s skin-tight black undergarment up to reveal pale, perfect skin flushed with red splashes of lust.

He fondled peaked nipples, stroked the hard muscled chest and stomach, wondering that something so exquisitely beautiful, and so warm, could be so hard to the touch. His lover was so many contradictions, but every part of him was intoxicating.

The incredibly erotic sight of his Sanzo, his sun, completely undone, exposed and breathless, drove Goku to start thrusting again, even more fiercely then before, striving for a climax.

Goku leaned forward and kissed a flushed cheek, he was rocking Sanzo’s entire body with the force of his lovemaking, he didn’t ever want to stop plunging into the hot, tight heaven he was claiming with such urgency, this was proof of love that he had needed and wanted for as long as he could remember.

Sanzo blinked sweat out of his eyes, he was close to his limit; there was only so much a virgin opening could take its first time receiving a lover’s pleasure. He focused on the golden eyes that were savouring him, loving him as fiercely with an unwavering gaze as the vigorous thrusts below, and wondered how it was possible that he could look so wonderfully perfect, reflected in golden eyes.

He didn’t trust words, not at this crucial moment, so the blonde parted his lips and kissed Goku instead. He swallowed the youth’s cry, and felt the rush of hot seed filling him to the brim only seconds later.

For a long time the only sound in the room was their harsh breathing.

“Sanzo, I love you,” Goku finally whispered.

“Aah,” the monk acknowledged the words. The brunette beamed, knowing that Sanzo would never say “I love you” back, even if the world came to an end. But even he, the ‘stupid monkey’ would never again doubt the monk’s love for him, not after this.

He kissed Sanzo greedily again, stroking the mussed blonde hair and savouring the taste. Then, because it would get awkward very quickly, he leapt out of bed.

“Thank you,” he beamed and laughed before running to the bathroom.

Sanzo lay back in the soiled sheets and lit a cigarette. The annoying voice was back in his head, but this time, it was practically singing with joy and delight and sexual satiation.

He didn’t even bother trying to muster up irritation, he was just too damn happy.

******

When Goku had come out from the shower and Sanzo had gone in, they had recovered the comfortable unspoken intimacy between them.

So, the monk was a little surprised when he emerged, fully dressed with the sutras around his shoulders and lit cigarette in his mouth, to find a thoughtful Goku waiting on the couch.

“Na, Sanzo,” the brunette began, golden eyes twinkling.

“You’d better not waste my time with any romantic nonsense,” the monk warned.

“It’s just…the next time, can I undress you first? I’d really like to look at you, and fondle you and kiss you when you’re completely naked. It would be more erotic, don’t you think, Sanzo?” Goku said, completely unabashed, and using the same wheedling, utterly straightforward tone that he might employ to ask for a meat bun or hot pot meal.

The monk almost swallowed his cigarette. The cheek! The nerve! The barefaced boldness! Goku really didn’t mince his words!

The sheer audacity of his happy assumption that there would be a next time, and that he would be invited between the almost sacred, killer legs again, and that he could presume the liberty of undressing the monk on top of it all…well…

Nothing impressed Sanzo…but a strong will and naked courage came close.

They must be a match made in heaven. Somewhere, Sanzo could swear a God was laughing.

The monk turned to face Goku, and for a few terrifying moments the youth contemplated whether running for the door or diving under the couch would serve as better protection when the bullets came.

“Sanzo?” he gulped, regrettably frozen to the spot under that ferocious, amethyst gaze.

“Humph!” Sanzo said, glowering.

But then, he raised a blonde eyebrow, and said, completely coolly, “Why not?”

Goku almost leapt on him in delight, but the monk easily sidestepped and strode out towards the breakfast hall.

He knew that the youth knew he was smiling, and he didn’t mind in the least.

This wraps up the “Blood Red” story arc, although I hope to write more about the characters’ peacetime lives and their showdown with Nii’s still hidden apprentice, using different story titles. Thank you for reading, hope that you enjoyed the story. All feedback is appreciated: dayast_joy@yahoo.com