Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Teaching Goku ❯ Taste ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Teaching Goku: Taste


Author: Quirk othe Trade


Category: fan fiction


Genre: lemon, yaoi


Rating: NC-17, at least


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Disclaimer: I WISH I owned Saiyuki, but I don’t. That makes me sad.


Warnings: Gojyo and Goku, hands on, oral indulgences, implied Sanzo and Hakkai.


Author’s notes: Hurray! Thank you to everyone who has read my fiction. This is about my first Saiyuki fiction, and I wasn’t expecting anything. To the Reviewers– Thank you very much!! I really wasn’t expecting any at all. *Cupnjava, Terry, BK Fan, Sayuri-chan, SoftxHeart, Devious Lil Devil, Sorchafyre, Lazuli, MoOdSwInG, Princess2000204, krimson, Mireya* Everyone, I really enjoyed your comments, and I hope to meet your expectations again. (bow, bow) I’ll do my best. Cupnjava, you are a Saiyuki fanfiction diva, and I adore your ‘Relax and Hang on Again’ series. Your words are very high praise indeed! For everyone who wants me to post again soon, I will. But I’m a slow typist, and it always seems like I’m busy, so please bear with me. For everyone else, I hope the learning and the nosebleeds continue. ^_^ I’ll do my best. I still don’t know where this fiction’s going, and as far as I can tell, it’s a mix of the manga and anime. Other stuff *un-Saiyuki* is available at the following addresses: http://www.wufeiduo.net, http://www.geocities.com/thanatos_and_dust_bunny/index.h tml, .


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Beta: unbeta-ed


Synopsis: Onto the next lesson, though they maybe throwing away the lesson plan…


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Gojyo made his way through the inn to the room he was sharing with Goku. Sanzo had been particularly touchy these last few weeks, and after the thousandth dinnertime round with his Smith and Wesson, Hakkai had cheerfully suggested that maybe he should be the one to room with Sanzo.


“I don’t care as long as it’s not me.” The redhead had replied, and had promptly left the table. He suspected the bogus priest knew something had happened to his monkey. He wasn’t sure how Sanzo knew, but he knew. Goku wouldn’t have told Sanzo, the red head knew that. But when they had returned to the camp that night, the blonde had been begun watching his charge almost openly, narrowed violet eyes following the slender form as he bounced around the camp helping Hakkai. Then he had noticed Gojyo, his eyes narrowing even more, if that was possible, and Gojyo had returned the look. Since then, Sanzo had been grumpy with extra ‘grrrr’.


So Gojyo had wandered the town, won some pocket change and then found a luscious ebony haired beauty to lie with. He had showered at her place afterwards, and it was pushing eleven thirty or midnight now as he slipped his key in the lock and let himself in the room. It was lit with the light of the moon, revealing the room’s interior and occupant.


“Hey, monkey, what are you doing still up?” Stripping off his vest, he dropped it on the foot of his bed before collapsing lengthwise on it himself. Pulling a cigarette and his lighter from his pocket, he eyed the other as he lit up. Goku was sitting up in bed, arms partially curled around his sheet-covered knees. The brunet seemed to be staring at his knees, or maybe his toes. “Yo, monkey, did you hear me?”


“I could… hear Sanzo and Hakkai across the hall.”


Gojyo smoked silently for a moment before he said anything. There wasn’t really much he could say. He had heard the two of them in the midst of intercourse, too, ached in his loins from the sheer eroticism of it. What had been worse had been the ache in his chest, the bile rising in the back of his throat as his longing for that intimacy, separate from sex that the two shared tried to overwhelm him in the dark. Oh, yes, he’d been in Goku’s place, and he knew what it felt like. “That sucks.”


“Why do I---" Goku swallowed audibly, and cleared his throat. His hands clenched in the bedclothes. “It hurts.”


Gojyo tilted his head back against his pillow and puffed on his cigarette. He knew what Goku was talking about, but wondered if GOKU knew, really knew, what he was talking about. “I know. Sucks, huh?”


“Gojyo, I want my next lesson.” He turned his head at that and was ensnared in gold eyes swirling with confusion, longing and heat. Gojyo felt that something inside him go soft again; along with an answering fission of heat that provoked that little bit of guilt he just couldn’t rid himself of from their first encounter. Every day since then he had watched Goku closely, trying to see if the first lesson of carnal knowledge has corrupted him. Gojyo’s inner jury was still out on that one. Sometimes he caught him looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face, but that seemed to be it. Thinking about that stare, he was silent as he gazed at the younger man, wondering what was going on inside that once stomach for a brain. “Please? I want to know what they’re feeling.”


Gojyo had committed himself to this from the beginning, pretty much. He couldn’t back out now. He heaved himself to his feet, trying to will away that feeling of guilty that plagued him when he didn’t want it to. (Showered before I left, so don’t need to do that…) “Let me go brush my teeth.”


“What?” The incredibility in Goku’s voice had him turning to look at the youth.


“I’ve been ‘out’, Goku.” He locked his gaze with his meaningfully, a bit relived at the more normal confusion there.


Wide gold eyes narrowed. “Ewwwww! You pervert kappa!”


Turning away, he rummaged through his pack beside the bed for the paste and brush and tried to summon the pride he usually took in being a pervert kappa. Strangely, it wouldn’t come. All he felt was another slight sense of guilt. “Shut up, stupid monkey.”


“You better brush ‘em good, pervert kappa. And use mouthwash!! And---”


“Shut it, monkey!” He straightened and turned to leave the room when a familiar hand grabbed his wrist. “What?!”


“What’s the next lesson?”


“…Taste.”


The small hand tightened on his wrist. “Kiss me, before you brush.”


He turned his hand around and caught the other’s hand in his. “I’m not kissing you without brushing.”


“Please.”


“H ell no. I taste like beer, smokes and women.” He dropped his hand. “I’m not bringing that to your bed.” And with that, he strode away. He didn’t think about what that last sentence out of his mouth meant, or what Goku would think. He had already acknowledged that first time that his actions were going to cost him. He just went, brushed his teeth and gargled, then stopped by the bath area for wash clothes and towels. He wasn’t sure how far they’d actually get tonight, but he figured it best to just be prepared. Besides, if they were going to carry this course to its full conclusion, he might as well get Goku used to the usual requirements while he had civilization around.


Returning to the room and locking the door, he let his eyes flicker sideways as he pitched his stuff in his bag. The youth was still sitting up in bed and watched his every move. The metal of his diadem glinted dully in the moonlight as his head moved.


Setting the towels down on the foot of Goku’s bed, he stripped down and folded his clothing neatly. His ears told him Goku was following suit. Turning back to him, he waited for him to set his nightclothes aside before settling beside him on his side on the twin bed. Goku was already aroused, no doubt left over from the earlier episode he had over heard.


(How does the monkey manage to look eager and apprehensive all at once?)


“You brushed, right? And gargled? And flossed---“


Crimson eyes rolled heaven ward. “Shut it alre---“


“Hey! You better have taken a bath first!”


He clasped a hand over Goku’s mouth. “My mouth is fine, and I showered before I came back, monkey. Is your nose broken? I smell like flowers for crying out loud. Are you sure you want to do this?”


A sigh was breathed out against his palm. “Yeah. I want to know what they’re feeling. And--- it hurts being this hard.”


“Huh? Haven’t you been following the first lesson on yourself?”


“Well, yeah. But I waited for you.”


(Damn. Some days the monkey has a way with words.) Goku’s phrase struck something inside him, that spot that kept going soft. It sent a jolt through him on one hand, while on the other it made him feel guilty for going out. It wasn’t like he and the monkey were a couple or anything---hell, no--- but there was something there. He just didn’t know what it was.


Grasping his head gently, he brushed kisses over his forehead, across his closed eyes, and down his cheeks. Reaching his mouth, he nuzzled the soft lips, sipped at them, and then kissed him chastely before drawing away. The gold eyes were at half mast, and dreamy looking. He rested his forehead against his, ignoring the press of the diadem. “The lesson is supposed to be taste, but… I think it’ll be better if we just wing it tonight. Let’s try building on what you know, too--- touch. In sex, if it’s good, you’re using all your senses--- taste, touch, smell, sight and hearing. ”


Tilting his head, crimson strands moving across the pillow, he kissed him chastely again, then swiped his tongue across his bottom lip. The youth jumped slightly, and he pulled away. “Open your mouth, Goku.”


He looked confused as he did so, and Gojyo suppressed a laugh as he brought one hand to their mouths. “Not that much, I’m not a doctor looking at your tonsils.”


Goku promptly closed his mouth with a snap and glared.


“Don’t pout, I don’t mean it like that and you know that.” Sliding his index finger along the crease of his mouth, he nudged gently with his knuckles. “Just a little bit at first.”


Glare fading, he obeyed, and the redhead slid in to kiss him again, slipping his tongue just inside. He slowly coaxed the response he wanted from him until they were kissing fully. Then he backed away and leaned their foreheads against each other again, breathing heavily. “Remember to breathe through your nose when you’re kissing. Newbies forget to breathe a lot of the time.”


“Ah.” Panting heavily, the younger man moved closer suddenly, bringing their bodies into full contact as he wrapped his arms around his neck.


Gojyo caught his breath. Goku felt good, just like he had before, skin soft over firm muscle, his erection pressed between their abdomens. Silky hair, scented with an unfamiliar shampoo, caressed his cheek.


“All the senses, right?” the brunet asked, and tilted his head back and kissed him carefully.


Wrapping his left arm around him, he returned the kiss while his other hand wound itself in short chocolate strands. They did it for a long time, Gojyo wordlessly demonstrating different angles and techniques. Small hands wound in his hair, and he didn’t mind at all, not the tugging, or the way they clasped his head. Everything seemed to fade away outside of himself and Goku, out of their bodies touching, their lips meeting.


Then finally he pulled away, and the resulting whimper went straight to his erection, pressed against the other’s thighs. His flesh twitching, he moved to the pulse in Goku’s throat, biting softly then licking at the scraped skin. Then he continued on, drifting over his shoulders and collarbones before nudging Goku backward. Straddling his body, he continued the descent, lips playing over pale bronze flesh, laving hardened nipples. His hands trailed lightly over his sides. He paused at the indenture of his navel, and nuzzled down to the sensitive spot beneath it. Small shivers were racking the small body beneath him, and he could hear small strangled sounds from above him, as though Goku was struggling to keep quiet.


One hand slid into the coarse curls at his groin, combing through them gently as he backed down his slender body. Goku’s erection was thick and flushed, the visible veins dark and angry looking as it arched away from the curves it usually nestled against. It probably was painful; bedroom tricks would be too much, Gojyo thought, and he lowered his head, lips parting. The hard shaft jerked as he slid down, the body it was attached to shuddering violently. Spreading his hands across the other’s knees, he shifted as he parted them to make room for himself. Once he was settled, he shifted forward a bit more, until the scarlet head was just in his throat. Then he began a pattern of sucking and swallowing, concentrating on just bringing Goku to climax. Moans began filling the air steadily, and feeling his hips jerk, he slid his hands up to hold them still.


It wasn’t long after that.


Goku began to writhe, then buck against Gojyo’s grip. His hands made their way back into his long hair.


Gojyo forced his throat to relax, and then buried his nose in coarse curls. He hummed softly as he swallowed.


Goku cried out and arched off the bed.


He swallowed rapidly, unable to taste it, the flesh in his mouth quivering and dancing on his tongue as it released. He pulled back as it began to relax, and caught the taste of salt and something else that could only be Goku. The hands in his hair slid away as if limp, and catching him in his hand as the last inch cleared his mouth, he laid him gently in place. He scattered kisses over his lower abdomen and hipbones before crawling upward. Face to face, he studied him, noticing the flush extending half way down his throat, the shuddering eyelids over glazed gold eyes, the faint beading of sweat at his hairline. Smiling a small smile, he leaned down and brushed a kiss over his mouth. Goku’s head lifted as he pulled back, as if seeking, and he kissed him again. Pliable lips parted before him, and he slid his tongue inside, wondering how Goku would react to his own taste.


Gold eyes widened and then closed. Gojyo kissed him harder, deeper, and all he got was a muffled moan. Pulling away and ignoring the all too pleasing whimper, he shifted to the side and gathered the youth up in his arms. He pulled the bedclothes over them, and then tucked Goku’s head under his chin as he curled around him. Yes, he ached, unfulfilled, but that was all right. This was supposed to be about Goku, after all, and he had already had sex earlier. The fact that he was more satisfied now than before was ignored in favor of closing his eyes and letting himself drift off, Goku a warm solid weight against him.


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Gojyo groaned as a warm mouth nuzzled his chest, teeth seeking out a pebbled nub and nibbling. Then his eyes flew open as a hand closed over his erection and pumped, and the mouth drew away so gold eyes could meet his own crimson. They smiled the same way they always did, and then he was being kissed, and not too badly either. He let Goku guide the kiss, recalling the last time that he had remarked that he had to test him. Then his mouth was abandoned, and kisses were trailed down his body. One hand pushed on his side and he shifted to his back.


Goku settled between his legs, the one hand still pumping him, and he watched as the gold eyes stared thoughtfully at what was in his hand. The other hand came up and touched his sac, and a shiver worked its way up his spine. That surprised him; it was a simple brush of fingertips after all. Then those fingers curled around him and squeezed, rolling them against his small hard palm, and Gojyo found himself biting his lip to muffle his mouth. His legs bent a little in response, bowing outward in an unconscious gesture.


Lowering his head, Goku stared up at the redhead for a second, then his tongue flicked out and dragged slowly over the head. Crimson eyes closed, and gold eyes smiled before focusing on the task at hand. He licked down and around from the head, all most as if it were an ice cream cone, licked down the hard shaft until his tongue was tangling in dark curls that no way matched the glorious crimson strands that burned across his scalp. Then he slid back up wetly, and his mouth closed over the first inch and sucked, causing Gojyo to hiss. It seemed to encourage the boy, because he then took in more until his mouth was full.


It was slow torture, his scrotum being rolled as his erection was being sucked and pumped. He was reduced to an unthinking writhing pile of nerves, head thrown back and lolling against the pillow. His hands clenched in the bedclothes as all muscles stiffened, his long legs curling around Goku but not touching.


Then a fingertip ran along that hidden ridge of flesh just behind THERE as Goku moaned or hummed or SOMETHING, and Gojyo arched, biting hard on his lip as he climaxed. He wasn’t aware of anything in that period of time, loosing touch with all his senses for those short moments of eternity. He drifted back down into his body a little at a time, until he was aware of being stared at and he opened his eyes. It took a little to focus.


Goku was staring at him, a look of longing on his face that shook Gojyo. His gold eyes were hooded but luminous, and his lips were parted and slick, a spot of white just to the side on his bottom lip. His messy hair only added to the effect. Gojyo could only return the stare, unable to look away, close his eyes or speak.


They just stared.


A soft sound from the hallway broke the moment, and, blinking, Gojyo forced himself to sit up. Bracing himself on one hand, he looped the other around Goku’s neck and tugged him forward just enough to kiss him. The taste of himself in Goku’s mouth wasn’t unpleasant as it merged with the previous taste. Hands clasped his head when he went to pull away and drew him back, and Goku demonstrated that he had picked up the fundamentals that Gojyo had attempted to teach him. They only stopped when Goku drew away.


“Well? How did I do?” He whispered. The sincerity in his voice was reflected in his eyes.


“Pretty good, Goku. Pretty damned good.”


He grinned and drew his hands away. It made Gojyo feel light and --- floaty, for some reason.


“Come on, monkey, let’s go take a bath.”


“Huh? Why? It’s the middle of the night.”


“We’re both sweaty and sticky, monkey, and I don’t want to sleep like that.” Scooting back a little, he braced one foot on the floor and swung the other long leg over Goku, who ducked. He ignored the traces of white on his thighs and smudged in his hair as he reached for the towels. He’d be clean soon enough, and Goku hadn’t really left him very messy at all. He passed a towel to the youth. “Here.”


“All right,” he said, and stood up to wrap the length of cloth around himself. “My legs feel a little funny.”


“Mine, too. Just means you strained your leg muscles a bit--- and that it was good.” Deciding that being annoying and bragging at this point in time wouldn’t be prudent or nice, even if he were just teasing, he stood and followed suit, ignoring his shaky knees.


“Gojyo? Shouldn’t we take extra clothes? And…”


“Nah, no one will see. And what, monkey?” Reaching across the little table, he opened the window to air out the room while they were gone. It wasn’t chilly out anyway; there was a warm breeze flitting through the screen.


“Next time, let’s throw away the lesson plan.”


“Eh. We’ll see what happens, monkey.” Ignoring the rhetorical question of what was going on in Goku’s brain, he picked up his vest. Fishing out the key from where he had stashed it in an inner pocket, he headed for the door and unlocked it.


“What? But I want to--- and don’t call me monkey.” Goku was right on his heels.


“I’ll call you whatever I want. And I SAID, we’ll see…” Exiting their room, they bickered quietly down the hall, as unblinking, narrowed eyes watched them from a cracked doorway.


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Gojyo hadn’t been asleep very long when something warm nudged him in the side. One eye cracking open blurrily, he identified ‘something’ as Goku, and grumbled, “What the hell, monkey?”


“I wanna sleep with you.” was the sleepy reply.


He sighed. “Fine. Get in here already.”


That took longer than expected, because the sleepy Goku had a hard time finding the edge of the covers and Gojyo had to help him. Then they had to fit in the narrow space, which required a position similar to earlier, when Gojyo had been content to fall asleep. But once all the wiggling, squirming and grumbling was done, and Goku was fast asleep curled against his chest, Gojyo had to admit it to himself one more time.


He was still more satisfied now than he had been earlier that night before returning to the inn.


TBC…








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