Of Sanzo's Cigarettes

Disclaimer:style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  I do no own Saiyuki

This story was written for Zookitty79 as a birthday
gift.  Happy Birthday, Kit, and enjoy!

Of Sanzo’s Cigarettes

Movement caught Sanzo’s eyes as he walked outside past
the window to the room Goku was staying in. 
Peering inside the small, lit room, he could see Goku sitting at the one
tiny table intently contemplating something in his hands.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  The saru had removed his armor and cape but
hadn’t yet changed for bed.  It was
getting late and he knew the boy was rarely awake at this time unless he was
occupied with something.  Apparently,
whatever he was holding in his hands had his attention enough to keep him
up.  Curious, Sanzo stepped closer to the
window.

He watched the monkey turn the object over and over in
his palms, then finally stop and stare intently.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  As his hands parted slightly, Sanzo could see
that what Goku was holding was an unopened pack of his cigarettes.

Goddamned monkey.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  What’s he up to now?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Those are mine.

Goku brought the pack up to his face, just under his
nose, and inhaled.  Twice.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Then he stared some more while running the
tips of his fingers over the cellophane wrapping.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Stumped as to what Goku found so interesting,
Sanzo watched him.

Perhaps Goku was able to pick up on the fact that he
was being watched, as he suddenly lifted his head and looked toward the
window.  Sanzo stepped back a step.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He was sure that he couldn’t be seen outside
in the dark without his robe and the lit room would only show Goku’s reflection
in the window, but his movement was instinctive.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Goku then got up and opened the room door, peering
out into the hall before shutting and locking the door.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He returned to his seat, apparently satisfied
at being alone.

He must not
realize he’s on display to whoever would just walk by his window.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Bakaclass=GramE>.

He watched as Goku reached one hand down and adjusted
himself and he realized the boy was sporting a bit of a bulge there.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He felt a stirring in his own jeans and tried
to ignore it.  He didn’t need to start class=GramE>thinking  about things
he shouldn’t be thinking about.

Goku picked the pack of cigarettes back up and ran his
thumbs over the front of the pack.  He
flicked a thumb strangely at one corner and Sanzo realized that the saru was
teasing at the thin strip that would open the pack.

He held the pack back up to his nose and breathed in
again, his eyelids dropping to half-mast as a look of longing relaxed the
features of his face.  As he lowered the
pack, a moist little pink tongue flicked out to dampen his lips and a flash of
hunger flared briefly in his eyes.

Damnit, I swear, if
that baka tries to eat a pack of my cigarettes
–

He didn’t finish his thought as he watched Goku’s
fingers grasp his crotch and give himself a squeeze
before grasping the tab strip of the pack and peeling it back, opening the top
of the cellophane.  With a flick of his
thumb, he flipped open the top of the box. 
He again brought the pack to his nose and breathed in the smell, the
look of hungry longing lingering this time as he stroked himself through his
jeans.

Sanzo frowned. 
He almost stepped right up to the window to rap on the pane and chew the
idiot out for getting into his stuff and going all … weird … over it.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Besides, Goku was still too young, only a
kid, to be smoking.  But as his eyes
trailed over his charge he had to admit to himself that Goku was growing up.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He could also feel his own jeans growing
tighter.

Goku’s face looked slightly flushed and he shifted in
his chair.  He drew a cigarette out of
the pack and dragged the length under his nose, still drawing in the
scent.  What was it that he liked about
the smell?  He caressed the cylinder of
tobacco with his fingers and once again his tongue made an appearance to
moisten his lips.  Sanzo licked his own
lips and studied the wide, sensuous curve of the saru’s
mouth.  Those same sensuous lips were now
wrapping around the filter and he was picking up Sanzo’s lighter, the one he’d
thought he’d lost a few days back.

Damnitstyle='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>! 
That’s mine, too!

Goku quickly lit the cigarette but barely inhaled, only
enough to light the cherry, and then set it in the ashtray.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He sucked gently at his lips, relishing the
taste of the tobacco, as he would a savory dish.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Sanzo stared, mesmerized, until his trance
was broken by the motion of Goku reaching down and opening his pants.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  A hot wave of lust swept
deep into his belly as he watched his charge, this brat monkey, pull out
an erection that was in no way child sized.

His heart was pounding and his breath was becoming
ragged as Goku picked up the cigarette and placed it in his mouth with
practiced precision.  The stick was
worked between the lips, as small puffs were drawn and the smoke being exhaled
out of the corner of his mouth.

Sanzo could tell the monkey had done this before.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  A lot, obviously, from the
ease with which Goku was smoking it.

No.  Not smoking
it.  Not really.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  More like he was simply tasting it, his
tongue licking his lips each time he pulled the stick away, almost smacking his
lips together in the process.  His other
hand kept a slow steady rhythm along his hard cock.

His own cock ached from it’s restriction in his jeans
and he reached a hand down to give it a sympathetic squeeze, wishing he dared
pull it out and match Goku’s strokes. 
Wishing he could go to Goku’s room and have the saru work his mouth over
his dick like he was doing to that damn cigarette.

Goku again placed the cigarette down and scooted
further down on his chair.  Leaning
heavily over to the side, he reached down and picked up something dark from off
the floor that Sanzo hadn’t noticed before. 
As Goku lifted it up, the monk realized he had one of his sleeveless
shirts.

Confused and curious, he stepped a little closer to the
window.  Why would that class=SpellE>baka saru want one of his shirts?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He must have pulled it from the laundry
bag.  Shocked, he watched as Goku buried
his face in the folds of the fabric.

He was jerking off faster now,
his hips and lower body undulating a bit, and Sanzo found his attention riveted
on Goku’s prick and his hand pumping at it. 
It was beautiful.  The skin
encasing the rigid hardness of his pole was beginning to glisten and Sanzo
deduced that he was leaking pre-cum.  His
lips parted in a desire to taste the pearly drops forming there.

A low muffled moan quietly reached his ears.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  The hand pulling at the monkey’s prick was
going at it frantically.  Another moan, a
little louder this time and clearer, brought his eyes back up to the class=SpellE>saru’s face just in time to see his head thrown back.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> 

This time, a choked back cry, “S … S … class=SpellE>Sanz … Sanzo!”  Milky
white shot out from between his fingers and pooled onto the floor.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Goku’s hand continued to slide over his cock,
slower now and gentler.  A shudder
vibrated through his compact frame. 
Sanzo stepped away from the window, the show over, and continued to his
own room.

His cigarettes. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His shirt.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  It wasn’t the smell of the cigarettes that
Goku found arousing, at least not directly. 
The cigarettes smelled like him, Sanzo. 
Or, at least, he smelled like the cigarettes.

Disturbed, the monk wasn’t sure how he was going to be
able to keep his hands off his young charge now.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  As he walked, he reached for his own pack of
Marlboros, slipping one stick quickly between his lips.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He left it unlit for now, waiting until he
reached the comfort and privacy of his room. 
He needed to tend to the throbbing hardness currently screaming to be
released from the confines of his jeans. 
He’ll light up then, and let the memory of his charge smoking while masturbating
be his own little fantasy.