Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted ❯ Addicted ( Chapter 1 )

:: Addicted ::

GensomadenSaiyuki

Disclaimer: I don't own Gensomaden Saiyuki, which rightfully belongs to Minekura Kazuya.

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Homura/Goku, mentioned Sanzo/Goku

Warnings: PWP, smut, yaoi, masturbation, language

Notes: Um… it's Homura/Goku smut. Because the fandom needs it. ^^ Not much to say this time. ^^;

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He fell back on the bed, landing with a soft thump and a gentle rustle of bed sheets. Right then he was glad the room was so dark, that they had decided to ensconce separate rooms for everyone, because right then was the last time he needed -- or even wanted -- anyone around.

It was quick work for him to unbuckle his jeans, shoving them down just far enough. He was already getting hard, just the thoughts of a certain blonde man circulating. Gods, it had been so long since he'd felt those rough hands on him; ever since the journey had started... and he missed it sorely. It wasn't nearly as much fun by yourself...

He didn't bother teasing himself, just grasping his hardness and starting to stroke, his head falling back as his breathing started to grow heavy. He hadn't even bothered to change out of his day clothes first; they had reached the village so late it was a miracle any single rooms were left at the inn, let alone one for each of them.

Ah... gods...It was getting harder to keep his eyes open; his face felt warm, the flesh in his grasp hard and hot, nearly burning his fingers. He really did miss that touch, even if it could be unbearably rough at times... Sanzo just knew how he liked it, knew which places to stroke and get the best rise from him, knew exactly which positions were the most enjoyable...

Gods, he missed it. The memories made him shiver, only exciting him further. He had to grasp himself harder, move his hand faster, had to attain that release... he needed it. Gods, how he needed it!

A soft, barely audible moan fell past his lips, his neck arching as hot, fluid thoughts swam behind his eyelids, memories he wished he could actually live in again, hands he wished would be all over him, even the sometimes hard bites and bruises that were left behind...

His eyes snapped open, though he couldn't explain why. Something had just made the hairs on his neck prickle, and he had to pause to be able to focus just enough for his head to turn to the side. His eyes, still filled with lust, widened at what they saw in the middle of the room.

A pair of eyes stared straight back at him, and even in the dark he was able to discern one gold from one blue. The mismatched colours stared for a brief moment, locking him in a quiet moment of intensity, before a soft, surprisingly calm voice said, as though what the owner was seeing was nothing unusual, "Keep going. I'm not stopping you."

His face grew warm again, this time with embarrassment, but he'd be damned if he stopped so close to his climax. He'd been able to taste it only seconds ago... he really needed it! He let his head roll back, eyes and teeth clenching shut as he immediately went back to his hard strokes. His breathing was especially loud to him now, echoing in the room... and he was being watched.

That thought alone made him arch abruptly, his hips nearly leaving the bed as he let out a sudden cry of pleasure as he hit his climax. For a brief moment it felt like all the heat building up inside of him was rushing out, leaving him suddenly cold, but then he was falling back against the covers again, his body still very much warm and his breath nearly gone.

The only sound in the room now was that of heavy breathing-- and not necessarily just his own.

His eyes slid open again, and he felt himself reddening again. It wasn't entirely surprising; he rarely blushed, and only then when he was super, extremely embarrassed... and right now was such a case.

After all, it wasn't every day your adversary caught you touching yourself in your room.

It was something of a struggle, but he managed to push himself up on his elbows. "What do you want?" he demanded, coughing when his voice came out a bit deeper, more gravely than usual.

It was quiet before the man said rather calmly, "My intention had been to surprise you so I could try to persuade you again... I think you surprised me a bit more, this time."

Further embarrassment made his voice clipped, despite his exhaustion. "I don't feel like fighting you."

"I can see that. Quite clearly."

Still the man made no move to leave, and Goku was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Trying to hide it, he attempted to mask his voice in annoyance as he said, "If you know I don't want to fight, then why are you still here? We can fight some other time, right?"

It was dark, but he didn't miss the disturbingly thoughtful expression on the god's face. "Perhaps," he said slowly, "fighting isn't the best way to convince you..."

If that didn't set off alarms, Goku didn't know what would. His fingers curled around the sheets beneath him, his body already taut with anticipation. "What are you talking about?"

Homura must have been gradually moving closer, because Goku blinked and he could have sworn that in that split second he was within an inch of a pair of mismatched eyes. The familiar amusement and smugness flickered, and when Homura spoke Goku noticed for the first time how dark and sensual his voice was. "Nothing really..." The boy's eyes widened, but before he could get his vocal cords to work the dark-haired man tilted his head down, his lips pressing to the boy's throat.

"Wh-whoa! Hey!" Goku protested, his face reddening. His hands flew up to the man's shoulders, but he found himself hesitating to push him away. I've never been with anyone but Sanzo... but... Then the man's lips and teeth found his earlobe, and Goku was startled to find how ticklish he was there. Sanzo... never...

"What's wrong?" Homura murmured against him, drawing his tongue over the rim of the boy's ear. "Aren't you going to push me away? Or has it really been too long for you... Son Goku?"

There was something that didn't quite compute. It wasn't just that, despite his exhaustion, Goku's interest was being roused, or that this didn't feel wrong as it should have, or even that Homura was technically his adversary, and you really aren't supposed to sleep with your adversary...

It was when the man's fingers were on his stomach, eagerly moving up to his chest that it hit him-- Homura's body was radiating heat, his breath already quick and short.

That means he... was enjoying it when I... The very idea was enough to heighten the boy's interest that much more, making him moan with anticipation as Homura's fingers brushed his nipples. The man had been turned on just watching him, and now Goku could feel the proof of that arousal against his thigh as Homura pushed him back against the bed.

Later he would marvel that not even once did the thought of Sanzo cross his mind, but at the time Goku was just excited, also very eager. It had been quite a while since the last time he'd been with someone, and it had been even longer since the moves had been made on him. Goku couldn't honestly say he wasn't enjoying himself.

"Hey," he said, a bit breathlessly as his hands raked down the man's sides, eagerly pulling at his belt. "Did you really... like watching me?"

Undoubtedly Sanzo would have called him stupid for asking that, or denied it, but Homura did neither. He just smirked shamelessly and pulled harder on the boy's clothes. Goku allowed him to remove his several layers of shirts before his hands went back to the man. Homura's belt, half undone already, was removed quickly, and Goku's hands delved into his pants. Knowing fingers found the man's hardness and Goku immediately started to stroke him.

Homura sucked in a sharp breath, nipping the boy's neck almost painfully in encouragement. Despite the faint pain, Goku grinned as he curled his fingers around the man, knowing that the speed he was moving his hand at wasn't nearly enough to satisfy.

"Good..." he heard the god whisper hoarsely above him, the word falling into a low moan. Emboldened by the single word, Goku's free hand went around him, delighting in groping over the firm muscles of Homura's lower back. Despite their positions, he felt in charge and it gave him a sensation that would be best described as electrifying. It was more like static electricity than bolts of lightening, though, and it made him feel almost painfully tingly.

"No," he murmured, suddenly moving to pull the god's pants down, then his shirt up. "Can be... better..." Homura was so amazingly pale, especially against the tanned hands of the heretic boy. Goku squirmed out of his pants, kicking them off impatiently. He could feel Homura's hot, eager body above him, and the moment the boy was completely naked Homura crushed his lips in a firm kiss. The god was infinitely stronger than him, and for the first time Goku was finding pleasure in being pinned down by him.

Gods... more...He tangled his fingers in the man's dark hair, returning the kiss heatedly. His heartbeat was rising to the dangerous point of exploding, but it would have to go beyond that and kill him before he wanted to stop. Goku opened his mouth beneath Homura's, reveling in the hot kisses exchanged.

He broke the kiss with a breathless gasp, his hands scraping over the man's back. "More," he managed to hiss, arching his back against the man above him, shuddering when the move caused their erections to grind together. His breath emptied in a loud moan, mingling with Homura's. "Gods, Homura... please..."

The ebon-haired man smirked, sweat dripping from his face. "I like you like this," he muttered, his lips finding the boy's throat and sucking fiercely. Goku shivered, knowing there would be a mark left and dimly grateful his clothes were designed to hide it efficiently. "Maybe you should... beg some more, Son Goku..."

Goku whimpered, digging his fingers into the man's back. "N-no," he groaned, doing his best to press every inch of his body closer to the man, even wrapping his legs around Homura's waist, shifting eagerly and enjoying the god's resulting moans. "Just... gotta... have it now," he managed to get out, his mouth touching whatever he could reach, even biting the man's shoulder. "Now! C'mon!" he cried, feeling as though he would lose his mind any moment.

His arms were gripped tightly in a hold strong enough to make him loosen his grasp on Homura's back. The god pushed them down to the mattress; something in his expression gave Goku the feeling he was enjoying this far more than even Goku was. "You really ought to worry more about your friends coming to check up on you," he said between heavy breaths, letting go of the boy's left arm to push his fingers into his mouth. Goku simply emitted a muffled moaned in response, sucking on the fingers ardently, moving his tongue over the man in a manner that suggested more than average experience. It sent chills of erotica down Homura's spine.

"Just like that," he purred, shifting his hips up until Goku got the hint and unwound his legs from the man's waist. "You're perfect like that..." He pulled his fingers from the boy's mouth; it was like an incentive for the boy to moan louder, the moans breaking into sharp cries as Homura's fingers invaded him.

Goku winced at first; pain streaked through him, indicating it really had been too long. All too soon, however, the pain was gradually replaced with a much more pleasant, more familiar feeling; it made him push back against the man in attempt to intensify the sensation. While he prepared the boy Homura's mouth found his chest, his tongue hot on Goku's already warm, damp skin. Goku pressed his head back into the mattress as the man nibbled at him, his teeth closing around his nipple in a move that wasn't entirely gentle. It tore a cry of pain and pleasure from him, and then Homura seemed to deem him ready.

Even in his lust-hazed mind Goku was able to marvel at the fact that despite his increasingly loud cries as the man pushed his way into him, none of his comrades came to check to see what all the noise was about. He would certainly have to wonder about it later, but at the time his mind and body was far too preoccupied with the raw need to complete the union.

"Ah, gods," Goku groaned, his fingers wrapping around Homura's wrists as he struggled to gain a sense of equilibrium. Homura still managed an amused smirk, though by then he was also panting, already pumping his hips against the boy. Goku encouraged it, his legs coming up to brace himself on either side of the man, his whimpers and moans growing increasingly louder.

"H-harder," he managed to gasp, fingernails breaking the man's skin. Homura, breathing raggedly, immediately moved to reply. A sharp cry was ripped from the boy with each thrust; every movement seemed to make the bed shake, and it wasn't even that sturdy to begin with.

Even so, all he wanted was more. Goku moved his arms up, wrapping himself firmly around the man, clinging as tightly as he could and burying his face into his collar. "Harder," he still managed to grate out, his moans muffled into Homura's shoulder. Gods, I'm so hard... I... I gotta... "F-faster," he growled, yelping in partial pain as Homura abruptly complied.

It was so hot, so difficult to think clearly, but he no longer possessed the desire to do that. The bedpost kept tapping the wall in uneven rhythm, the taps quickly progressing into loud bangs. Goku pulled roughly on a fistful of dark hair, fairly screaming as he finally came. His throat was going to hurt something fierce in the morning, but the sudden wave of pleasure had simply been that intense.

It wasn't over; he could still feel Homura inside him, almost unbearably hard and hot. Damn... he's still... The boy shuddered, still clinging tightly to the god. "Finish," he hissed, still feeling tense even in the aftermath.

Homura's grip immediately changed, the chains connecting his shackles sliding over the boy's stomach in a brush of metallic coldness as he grasped the boy's hips. He said nothing, but he didn't need to; the intensity of his gold and blue eyes pinning the boy to the bed was enough. Goku hung on tight, not from his own pleasure but anticipating the roughness that was about to come.

And he had predicted correctly; the man's thrusts were suddenly deeper, harder, making Goku desperately wish he'd been able to hold out just a bit longer so he could feel the full intensity that rawness inside of him. He grit his teeth, stiffening as Homura abruptly found his release, emptying himself into the brunette with a low, drawn-out moan that made Goku shiver in delight. Homura was suspended in the air for a moment, long enough for Goku to raise lazily-lidded gold eyes and catch the breathtaking image, before he fairly collapsed against the boy. Goku grunted, his arms immediately between them to lessen the man's weight a bit.

However, Homura had the strength that Goku was severely lacking at the moment, enough to roll off the boy and onto his side as he tried to catch his breath. "Too much for you?" he finally asked, still breathless but no less amused.

"Sh... shut up..." Despite those words, Goku found himself smiling tiredly as he rubbed at his eyes. "I had to go... twice... mmm..."

"You certainly had enough energy to rip my shoulder open," the war god remarked dryly. Cracking an eye open, Goku was startled but not at all upset to see that the man's right shoulder was, indeed, trickling with a redness turned almost black in the dark.

Goku laughed weakly, feeling sleep starting to numb him already. "It was really... good..."

The last thing he heard before drifting off was a thoughtful, "I wonder..."

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He was woken the next morning by Hakkai, and judging from his calmness Homura had left long before the man had come on. Goku, half asleep, mumbled that he would be there in a moment, but the second Hakkai left he only collapsed back against the covers, stretching languidly and feeling a wonderfully familiar ache in his muscles.

The fact that Homura had just given him the best sex in a long time did nothing to deter his good mood-- if anything, it buoyed it.

If he didn't hurry, Goku knew he was going to arouse even more suspicion than he already had. Wincing but not cursing the pain in his lower back, he scrambled to get dressed and hobbled downstairs. He'd had enough experience to learn how to walk as normally as possible after such a rough night, but that experience wasn't enough to fool any of his comrades.

"About time you got here," Gojyo said, reaching for the last of the bacon. "Even with all that yelling last ni--"

Goku immediately pounced, grabbing for the food before the half-breed could get his hands on it. "That's mine! You've already had yours!"

Gojyo bristled. "After being kept up all night because of your screaming, I think I'm more worthy of that than you are, you dumbass monkey!" Goku's mouth was full with food, so he could only glare in response. "What the hell were you up to last night, anyway?" the red-haired demon demanded, causing the boy to choke on a huge bite of a pork bun.

Looking up, Goku confirmed that Sanzo wasn't looking at him; he appeared disinterested, but his eyes weren't moving, despite the fact he was trying to give off the impression of reading the paper. "Um..."

"I mean, either you got some seriously good whore or you have a better imagination than we give you credit for," Gojyo continued. His expression suddenly broke out into a cocky smirk. "Ohh, I see. You haven't gotten any in months so you were fantasizing about Sa--"

His sentence was cut short as Sanzo produced his gun from seemingly thin air, firing two rounds and snarling at the demon. "Quit your inane blathering and finish eating! We're leaving soon!" He didn't seem to notice the other early risers' shrieks of panic; several had dived for cover after the first shot.

Goku, simply relieved to have the conversation cut short, busied himself by eating as much as he could. Now he could feel Sanzo's skeptical gaze on him, but he pretended not to notice.

At last, Sanzo tore his eyes from the boy and stood. "Let's go."

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Restless, Goku found himself kicking the covers away from him. It had been nearly a week since any of them had last seen the gods, and even longer since his one night with Homura. It really shouldn't have been his first priority, and during the day he could usually keep himself too occupied to think about it... but he was still a teenager in body, damn it! Just because he didn't whore himself out like Gojyo did, didn't mean he didn't have hormones!

Huffing, Goku rolled over on his side, trying not to think about it. The memories were especially strong right then, though-- it must have been the empty room. For whatever reasons, Gojyo and Hakkai had decided to share a room (Goku could easily guess that reason) and Sanzo had gotten them separate ones this time.

It was especially annoying.

He squirmed over on his back again, sighing as the visions kept plaguing him; his body was warming already, heating in all the places that demanded attention. With a small sigh of resignation, he reached down to slip his hand into his shorts.

A strong grip accompanied with a slight clinking of chains forced him to stop, shortly followed by a rich, suave voice in his ear murmuring, "Not this time. That's for me."

Only the briefest of glances was needed, and Goku found himself grinning. "Okay," he whispered, pulling the man down onto the bed and eagerly pulling at his clothes. "But this time, I'm on top."

Homura smirked.