Disclaimer: I don't own Gensomaden Saiyuki, which rightfully belongs to Minekura Kazuya.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku
Warnings: some OOCness, PWP, yaoi, smut, bondage, language
Notes: Oddness. And bondage. I've actually had this idea since the first twenty times I watched Requiem, but only recently did Nikki-san make me want to actually use it. ^^; Sankyuu, Nikki-san! The D-chan likes bondage, and it makes her happy to have an excuse to write it with her current favourite pairing.
Regarding the last line... well... there are a lot of stairs. A lotta lotta stairs. And the poor guy's confused. Make sense? No? It will when you get there. ^_^;
I'm such a dork. Criticism and feedback appreciated. ^^;

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Innovated by D-chan

Goku unintentionally cringed with each loud shot that rang out through the cave. Naturally, in a hollow, solid area the sound of gunshots was going to ricochet all over the place. To his sensitive demon ears, it hurt. Not to mention there was a slight chance he would be hit as well!

Annoyed, he tugged on the chains binding his wrists. Damn. The shackles were solid, too solid to break or tear out of the rock wall... just like the real cave on Mount Gogyo. It was disconcerting, but mostly just irritating.

The sound of a bullet hitting something other than rock made his head snap up. He watched the enemy fall forward, could see nothing but his back until Sanzo strode up to the prone body, delivering a solid kick to the corpse's side. He watched the blonde kneel down to tear the mask away, watched as a sort of surprise overtook Sanzo's face before a smug, disembodied voice crooned, "Aww, you killed him!"

Whoever the dead person was, he had obviously unsettled Sanzo. The blonde got back to his feet, whirling so that his profile was barely obscured as he growled, "Hasn't your game been carried too far already?"

Goku had to agree, but he kept unnaturally silent, feeling that speaking would shatter whatever was in the air. The amused voice seemed to float around them as it spoke from only the gods knew where.

"But don't you like it?" their enemy drawled. "I've spent so much time preparing it just for you... Sanzo-sama."

"Get out of here, you bastard!" Sanzo snapped.

"Come and find me, Sanzo-sama," the voice chuckled. "I've been waiting for you all this time, you know..."

The sound of something shifting caused both young men to look down. Where the dead body had been a moment ago there was a slab of uneven rock, quickly crumbling to nothing but dust. It was just like the imitation Sanzo the real Sanzo had shot only minutes before. However, unlike the imitation Sanzo, this doll had crumbled to reveal a folded piece of orange paper. The brightness of the colour was startling in their drab surroundings. Goku, more interested in Sanzo's reaction, looked up in time to see the blonde mutter something to himself before crushing the paper beneath his sandal.

When Sanzo turned to leave, Goku felt a sudden surge of both panic and anger. "Sanzo! Wait up!" he yelled, twisting at the chains around his wrists. "Wait *up* already!"

With a rustle of cloth, the priest turned to glare at him. The cave was dark, but enough light filtered in for Goku to see the half-hidden violet eyes narrow in something akin to annoyance. "You're so damn noisy, you stupid monkey," Sanzo called across the cave, folding his arms over his chest.

Goku tugged again at the shackles. "Come on..." He realized he was whining, but he was eager to get free so they could *go*, go and kick that bastard's ass. Goku owed him exactly eight good hits.

The sound of Sanzo striding back to him made him refocus, thoughts of killing the nameless bastard briefly vanishing. Goku eyes the gun in the blonde's hand warily. "Sanzo...?"

"Stupid." Sanzo tossed the gun aside, using surprise and leverage to his advantage, shoving the boy back up against the rock wall. Goku coughed as a bit of wind was knocked free of his lungs; he was completely bewildered.

"Sanzo, what--?"

"It's the first time since I freed you from that damn cave you've been immobile," Sanzo explained shortly. "And that bastard didn't set a time limit, so I think we have a bit of free time before then. Got it?"

'Oh...'

It wasn't as unusual as anyone else would think, for Sanzo to force a kiss to the younger boy's lips, or for Goku to tilt his head back readily, eagerly responding. Sanzo was an asshole, for sure, but he was also the type to recognize something when he saw it, and the sexual tension between them had built a long time before it finally broke, and then...

Well, fun as the first time had been, it only got better each time they did it again.

It wasn't that hard to overpower Sanzo, and normally wouldn't have been if Goku really wanted to try. However, this time the priest clearly had the advantage; Goku's neck and wrists were bound firmly to the wall, and the brunette winced each time the metal attempted to strangle him. After a few minutes of this, Sanzo finally grew annoyed, backing away and muttering a curse beneath his breath.

"Don't move," he ordered, crouching down to grab his gun, backing up a good distance, and firing once. Goku cringed, but seconds later the shackle around his neck fell free. He sighed in relief, breathing easier without the metal around his throat.

Clearly impatient, Sanzo didn't bother playing around, thrusting his tongue into Goku's mouth the instant their lips touched. Goku made a muffled protest into the kiss, but relaxed easily, pressing forward, trying to get as close as he could. The shackles refused to give, and he whined wordlessly.

Their first problem was realized the moment Sanzo's hands tugged at the boy's shirts, pulling them free of Goku's pants. It was going to be pretty much impossible to remove all Goku's clothes without freeing him of the chains, and clearly that wasn't an option. Sanzo frowned briefly, but managed to solve half the problem by easily pushing Goku's cape and clawed shoulder armor over his head.

"Mmph." Goku's voice was muffled by the cloth, and then Sanzo let the unnecessary clothing fall to the ground with a clunk. After that went the red and black shirt, which was easy to remove since it wasn't really a shirt in the first place; this left Goku with just his white shirt and jeans. "Sanzo..." he breathed, straining forward to reach the man with his mouth, to touch, to kiss, any form of physical contact...

Scoffing, Sanzo gripped the boy's chin, turning his head to the side and bringing his lips to nibble at Goku's earlobe. "Mmm," Goku murmured, obviously pleased. While Sanzo wryly marveled at how easy the kid was to please, his free hand worked its way beneath the boy's loose shirts, calloused fingers roughly brushing over the hard muscle beneath. There was something somewhat appealing about Goku's body; small and appearing childlike, it was built more like an adult's.

Scratch appealing; it was *arousing.*

Not one to sit still or quietly for long, Goku began to squirm. "C'mon, Sanzo! Lemme out," he complained.

"That'd defeat the purpose, you idiot," Sanzo muttered against his neck, cautiously lowering himself to his knees. The chains allowed enough leeway for Goku to arc down enough so Sanzo's mouth didn't have to leave his neck, but they would move no further. The boy growled in frustration, tugging furiously at the chains, squirming between the rock wall and the priest's body. Goku hissed when Sanzo's hand brushed across his abdomen.

"Mm... Sanzo... go lower," he panted softly, struggling vainly as though he was going to make Sanzo do it if he didn't hurry and do it *now.* "Lower!"

It would have been satisfying to shut him up with another forceful kiss, but the position would be too awkward then. Sanzo sighed to himself, debating the benefits and drawbacks of having to hear that whiny voice even as he was unbuttoning Goku's jeans, jerking them roughly down his legs, running his partially gloved hands over the boy's hips and thighs, manipulating and taunting by never touching where Goku obviously wanted to be touched.

Goku moaned impatiently, shifting his hips against the rock behind him. "Sanzoooo," he whined, continuing to squirm. "Lemme go. Let me *out.* Go *lower*--"

"I am going lower," Sanzo replied calmly.

"Not *there*... damn it....!" Goku rocked anxiously, forcing Sanzo to use one hand to attempt to hold the boy still. Normally this was a difficult task, but the shackles were doing their job in keeping Goku's hands firmly bound, away from either of them, and pretty much immobile.

While it was normal for Goku to be fairly submissive during sex, it was highly unusual for Sanzo to be so much in control. The feeling it gave him was a heady, almost dizzying sensation of power. Knowing that he was the one eliciting the excited responses was immensely satisfying, and hearing the boy curse him at the same time he pleaded for him made it that much more enjoyable. It would have been even more so if they had actually had the time to experiment further.

'So noisy,' Sanzo thought, pulling the boy's shirt up. "Bite this," he ordered. "Make any more noise and I'll kill you."

Goku wisely complied, and the strange request turned out to have benefits. Sanzo now had the freedom to nuzzle the boy's chest, nipping, licking, and sucking where he felt the need to. Goku clenched his teeth harder around the cloth, and that did help muffle his fevered moans.

Using one hand to coax the boy's legs apart, Sanzo put the other to work by removing Goku's shoes and pants. It was slow work, but Goku didn't even seem to notice; when Sanzo moved up to kiss him, Goku unclenched his teeth, eagerly pouncing on the lips offered to him. Sanzo allowed him the little bit of dominance; it wasn't like Goku would get to control anything else.

In between kisses, Goku panted some sort of request, hurried pleas for Sanzo to hurry it up, to move lower, to release him from the damned chains. Sanzo deliberately slowed his hands, causing the boy to release a guttural sound of sheer sexual frustration.

Only when Sanzo grew tired of teasing him did he move on; he got back to his feet, crushing the teenager against the wall as his hands grew more demanding, rubbing Goku's hips, waist, and thighs, finally curling his fingers around Goku's burning erection. Goku cried out sharply at the contact, arching his neck and back into the man.

"San... Sanzo," he groaned, shifting his hips anxiously. "You... you gotta... take off your clothes, too..."

"That's generally the way it works, isn't it?" Sanzo muttered, tilting his head forward to draw his tongue over the rim of Goku's ear as he continued to stroke him. The brunette released a half-strangled noise of pleasure, his legs trying to hook around Sanzo's waist, grinding his erection into the older man the best he could from his position. Sanzo had to shove him back before he got too carried away, ignoring Goku's indignant cry.

Sanzo allowed himself a partial smirk, reveling in the way it served to make Goku even more impatient. It took some work and willpower he didn't want to admit to untangle himself from the boy, and when he was free he quickly discarded his robes and sutra near his feet. Goku struggled uselessly against the chains.

Refraining from a smart-ass remark, Sanzo stepped forward again, tilting the boy's head back to kiss his jaw, to leave marks on his throat, marks he knew full well no one would notice so long as Goku wore his ridiculously overdressed outfit. Goku hissed his name again, hooking his ankles around Sanzo's.

"Impatient brat." Sanzo allowed Goku to draw him closer.

"Your fault," Goku retorted breathlessly, golden eyes casting a helpless look at Sanzo's jeans. "Aw, shit..."

Amused by the curse, Sanzo reached down to undo his belt. Normally Goku would be happy to do it, but that -- obviously -- wasn't about to happen. However, Sanzo did it with deliberate, painstaking slowness. By the time he'd unbuttoned his jeans, Goku had lost whatever little patience he had left and had done his best to pounce on the blonde, lips fumbling for his jaw.

Once again reluctant but not eager to show it, Sanzo pushed the other boy off. "Calm down," he growled into his ear, nipping the edge gently before he drew back, quickly locating his robes and going through them.

Goku watched, eyes blazing with a mixture of impatience and lust. "Hurry up," he said after not even two seconds has passed, back arching as he once again struggled to free himself. "God damn, how can you shoot me free but I can't even break out?" he demanded as Sanzo finally found what he was looking for.

"You ask too many questions," was the priest's only response as he got back to his feet, pressing his lips against Goku's firmly. This time he coaxed the boy's legs up, and Goku happily complied, doing his best to kiss back despite his confinements. Sanzo opened the lid of the small bottle of ointment, dipping his fingers in before cautiously probing for the boy's entrance. Goku groaned as one worked its way in, the feeling more pleasant than anything else. He rocked his hips as Sanzo proceeded to stretch him out further, panting heavily as his legs locked around the man's waist. This time he had no intention of letting Sanzo get away.

Sanzo didn't seem to have those intentions anymore, either. When finished, he quickly put the lid back on the bottle, allowing it to drop carelessly to the rock floor. Rough hands grasped Goku's waist, holding him mostly still as Sanzo's hard member replaced his fingers.

Goku seemed to tense at first, but then relaxed easily, shamelessly moaning Sanzo's name as the blonde completely sheathed himself. Both were still for a moment, trembling, before Sanzo used his weight to push Goku back against the wall. Goku gasped, his legs tightening around the priest's waist. "Uhnn... Sanzo..." He groaned thickly, head hitting the wall behind him as he arched his neck.

Already breathless, Sanzo slowly pulled out, hands gripping Goku with bruising force, before he slammed back in, forcing a sharp cry of pain and pleasure from the boy. The first few moments were unsteady, almost uncertain, but then both seemed to be filled with enough confidence to establish rhythm. Sanzo's hands left Goku for the wall, bracing himself against it as he thrust in and out of the boy.

Goku's arms strained worse than ever, desperate to cling to something, anything, any part of Sanzo he could, but the binding shackles simply wouldn't allow it. Instead he had to settle for keeping his legs wrapped possessively around his keeper, gasping his name with each movement that threatened to bring him closer and closer to the edge. Even better was when one of Sanzo's hands slipped between them to caress his neglected arousal. Goku cried out loudly.

With a soft growl, Sanzo buried his face into the crook of the boy's shoulder, increasing his pace as he bit the sensitive skin. He heard a couple short, almost pained screams as he continued to press Goku back into the wall, felt the sudden tension thrum in the body beneath him as Goku let go with a choked sob, legs tightening around Sanzo's waist.

Sanzo pressed his lips down beneath the boy's jaw, thrusting in once, twice, three more times before he finally came, his breath catching as the waves of pleasure finally caught him.

Neither was able to move for a while after that; Sanzo was half leaning against the wall for support, with Goku panting beneath him as he desperately tried to fill his air-starved lungs. Once the boy calmed down sufficiently, he managed an impish grin.

"Wasn't so bad," he murmured. Sanzo grunted in response, finally, gingerly pulling free from the boy.

The next few moments were filled with an awkward silence.

Goku grinned again, this time hesitant. "You gonna let me out of these chains now?"

Sanzo narrowed his eyes, giving him a scrutinizing look as he peered at the boy from head to toe. "It'd be so much easier to leave you here."

"*Sanzo*!"

Refraining from another smart-ass remark, Sanzo knelt down to redress and pick up his gun, stepping back far enough to shoot the boy free. There was a loud clang of metal and a thud as Goku collapsed to his knees, rubbing his sore wrists. "Hurry up," Sanzo ordered. "We still have to go find that psycho."

"Um... Sanzo?" Rather than answer, the blonde glared, annoyed to find Goku smiling sheepishly. "Could I... wash off first?"

Sanzo sighed heavily.

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Impatient fingers drummed the podium where a certain someone sat restlessly, his nerves slowly being frayed the longer he waited. When nearly two hours had passed and there was no sign of his beloved Sanzo-sama and the idiot monkey boy, Dougan shrieked in frustration.

"Damnit, how long does it take them to climb those stairs?!"

- The End -

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