Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Teaching Goku ❯ Two for One, with a Reminder ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Teaching Goku: Two for One, with a Reminder

Author: Quirk othe Trade

Category: fan fiction

Genre: lemon, yaoi, possibly angst and romance? Who knows… -_-;

Rating: For ages 17 and up, or for mature minds. I'm talking about sex, and sex between two males at that.

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Disclaimer: I WISH I owned Saiyuki, but I don't. I do worship it, though, and Kazuya Minekura. I gladly hand over every dollar for anything Saiyuki; more please!

Warnings: A grumpy Gojyo with Goku, a mix of voyeurism, masturbation and touching, implied Sanzo and Hakkai.

Author's notes: I apologize in advance for this rant. It has come to my attention that the MPAA is attempting to crack down on fan sites that have decided to follow the rating system they are duty bound to use in rating movies. I would like to say this: the only reason I have ever used their system is because most people are familiar with their system, and it gives everyone an idea of whether or not they want to read my fiction. I take my warnings and ratings very seriously; I don't want anyone to read anything on accident that they don't want to. Second, I would like to say the rating system is required in America because most parents are irresponsible and don't pay attention to their children and their activities as they should, and then try to pretend they had nothing to do with it when their children make the wrong choices. Children are a PRIVILAGE, not a right just because a person can have sex. Again, sorry for the rant.

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. I feel a little awkward about this piece, like I didn't write it to the full extent I could have or something. Also, I noticed that the hits have been 1,000 plus. Thank you!

 

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Beta: unbeta-ed

Synopsis: An out of sorts Gojyo is reminded of why he's teaching Goku in the first place.
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Gojyo stared at the ceiling blankly as the rain continued to pour, a cigarette half finished in his mouth as he listened to the voices murmuring from the floor beneath him. The other three were playing cards in the common room downstairs of the strange house they had somehow landed, and while Hakkai had jokingly asked him if anything was wrong, he had let him go when he said he felt like going out. With Sanzo being such a bitch lately, he didn't feel like hanging around much anyway, even to piss Sanzo off. Priest baiting was just too damned dangerous lately. He had come up to the room he had chosen, and after getting ready to go, he had just laid down on the bed and lit up. Now on his sixth cigarette, he felt a little better, but not quite ready to go out. He was thinking of Goku's words back when they had been checking out the bedrooms, trying to decide on which ones to pick.

* “… um, if you go out, don't do anything perverted tonight with anyone, okay? `Cause, I want another lesson.” The words had been accompanied by a flicker of heat in huge gold eyes that narrowed slightly at him.

Staring wordlessly for a moment, he had looked away as one hand came up in a loose fist and bonked the monkey on the head. “We'll see.” *

He didn't like the fact that he had had to look away to hide the heat that had welled up in answer to Goku's. He was afraid he was beginning to see Goku in a sexual way. Well, he saw everyone in a sexual way, to an extent, but the monkey had always been a source of refreshing innocence, a safe place he could count on just being. Sex had never had been an issue.

Damned monkey, damned Sanzo and Hakkai. Damn himself.

Tonight, Hakkai would be spending his time trying to distract Sanzo from his usual rain induced depression while trying to avoid his own mood and Goku would spend the night trying to help him. If the redhead wasn't so irritated with the blond, he might have been a little more concerned. The rain wasn't stopping at all, had been at a steady plodding downpour since twenty minutes before they had hit town, drenching them and re-flooding the swollen river they had to cross to continue their journey. But in the midst of all the rain and inns full of no vacancies, they had managed to score a whole house to themselves, and no matter how oddly it had happened, the bit of serenity had to help the green eyed man in his quest. Not that Sanzo was in any mood to enjoy any of it. He was still in a foul mood, brandishing the gun instead of the harisen at any given time and taking pot shots at him, at HIM, not Goku--- the bastard. Just thinking about how many bullets he'd had to dodge in even just the last few days was making him more irritated.

(Stop thinking about it. That piece of shit priest doesn't needs any sympathy, and Hakkai and Goku are on their own if they want to hang around his oh so holy ass. It's the first night in a town in four days, and I'm going to enjoy myself.) Sitting up, he swung his legs over the side and stood up. Grabbing his vest, he slung it on and left the room, clattering his way down the stairs. (Go out, drink and win a few hands. Forget the chimp; find a nice lady who wants a little fun--- shit. I'm forgetting condoms.)

Turning around at the middle of the stairs, he went back up to the room and fished a string of condoms out their spot in his bag. Then, tucking them in an inner vest pocket, he headed back down the stairs.

“So you ARE going out tonight? You normally don't take so long to get ready.” called Hakkai, Hakuryu at his elbow on the table. He had spent the last four days quietly, unobtrusively watching him and Goku. It made him uneasy. Evidently the green-eyed man now knew something was going on, too, or at least was giving a quiet warning that something was suspected. At least Gojyo hadn't caught Goku giving him any of those looks. It made him feel guilty for going out, for enjoying himself. They weren't a couple, and there was only one reason they were together in bed at all, AND IT WAS ENTIRELY SANZO AND HAKKAI'S FAULT. The monkey was supposed to be the little brother he had never had and that's all.

(Damned straight!) Looking at them over his shoulder as he toed his feet into his boots, he froze as his eyes fell on Goku. One of those unreadable looks was disappearing from his face, a delighted smile taking its place as he reached into the basket beside him half emptied of the steamed buns given to him by the girl in the green cheongsam, who had let them stay in the house.

(Damn it.)

“Yeah, I'm going out.” Stomping his feet into the boots, he walked across the floor under Hakkai's disapproving smile and stubbed his cigarette out in Sanzo's ash tray. “Mom, dad, don't wait up.”

“Shut up. Cheeh, don't get dragged into anything.” Sanzo warned. He had removed his robes and sat barefoot at the table in his pale jeans and black silks. The others were just as casual in their dress, clad in jeans and their nightshirts, feet bare against the ornate rug. The two lovers were drinking tea tonight along with the youth. Sanzo wasn't in a rain induced bad mood, at least not yet. He wasn't seated at a window staring aimlessly, anyway. The blond even seemed a little relaxed. Maybe it had to do with the fact they didn't have any of the other distractions they had to put up with when they normally stayed at an inn. Who knew, really, with Sanzo?

“Pervert kappa,” said Goku. ”The saucer on your head is going to overflow if you go out walking around in the rain.”

“What saucer, stupid monkey?” Leaning on one hand, he grinned down at the brunet. “Don't worry, I'll drink some beer for you, win a few games and---.”

“Just get out of here already before you give me a headache,” barked Sanzo.

Gojyo straightened as he chuckled. Turning, he raised a hand as he made for the door. “I'm gone.”

He ignored the eyes he could feel boring into his back.
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(Shit, shit, shit… what the hell was I thinking to turn down all those offers? The only thing I got done was the money and drinking parts…)

The rain was falling softly, attempting to stop as he walked back to the house. Three taverns after their patron's tavern and inn, his pockets were relined with cash. Sanzo's gold card was invaluable, but it always paid to have a back up. Common modern essentials in the East were spotty as they traveled, the different villages, towns and cities all having different power sources. Gojyo couldn't recall the last time he saw a DVD player, or even a television. He didn't want to run up against the day that the inn they stayed in didn't take divine plastic because they didn't have the device to scan it empty handed.

What was bugging him now was that he'd had five offers from willing partners and he hadn't taken up a single one. (What the hell? The monkey says something and I do it? What the fuck, Sha Gojyo?) Tilting his head back, he halted and let the water trail down his face. He was already soaked to the skin again, anyway. He wanted the rain to wash away his irritation, his confusion, everything. It was really a shame that it didn't work like that. (This is the monkey we're talking about. The only reason I'm even touching him is because he asked. He just wants to know what it feels like, and then we can stop.)

Feet moving again, he walked the rest of the way telling that tiny disappointed part of himself to shut up.
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Entering through the front, he locked the door behind him and kicked his boots off to the side. A single lamp softly lit the room, and as he looked around, adjusting to the light, he saw where Hakkai--- it had to be Hakkai--- had set up the indoor drying rack on the left side of the room, a plastic mat protecting the hard wood floor. A dry towel was draped invitingly over one end. Grinning, he pulled off his headband and hung it up, then reached for the towel and wrapped his hair in it. Then he began stripping starting with his vest and moving on down until the rack was festooned in his wet clothes. Pulling the towel off his head, he wrapped it around his waist, grateful it was warm in the house as the chill from the rain lingered on his skin. A shower or his bed----hummm… a shower. But he wanted a pair of pants to change into, so bedroom first.

(A haunted house once owned by youkai who had disappeared as the minus wave washed over the continent--- hah. The ghosts hadn't had the pleasure of dealing with the blond bouzo.) Mounting the stairs, he ignored them as they creaked. There was a nightlight at the far end of the hall as he counted doors down to his room, padding silently on bare feet. The knob turned easily in his hand, and he stepped in and shut the door, flipping on the overhead light. Crimson eyes widened.

There was a monkey in his bed.

Pale bronze limbs were entangled in the bedclothes as he sprawled on his back as naked as the day he was born except for the diadem. The pillow was miraculously in place. His chest rose and fell with each deep breath, one hand twitching slightly. Son Goku was innocent while he slept.

Gojyo marched over, pulled the pillow out from under the edge of his head, and flumped him with it. He hissed, “Wake up, monkey, damn it!”

No response.

Dropping the pillow, he grabbed the edge of the tangled bedclothes and jerked hard. Goku woke with a strangled squawk as he was yanked sideways and nearly flipped off the bed.

“You damned monkey, what the hell are you doing?” the redhead whispered angrily.

“I---” Gold eyes locked on him fully, and widened as they stared.

“You what?” Tugging on the cloth in his hand, he almost managed to pull the other off the bed legs first. Goku struggled upright into a sitting position as he growled, “Well? Answer me!”

“I didn't want to miss you when you came in.” came the soft reply. “I meant it when I said I wanted to have another lesson.”

“Did something happen like last time we had a lesson?”

“No.”

“Then it can damn fucking well wait.”

“Goooojyoooo…”

“Don' t whine at me. I'm not Hakkai or Sanzo to buy you steamed buns, you understand? I'm tired and I want to take a shower before I go to sleep.” He leaned in closer, glaring, radiating menace.

Then he saw the monkey's nose twitch.

“You smell like cigarettes and rain.”

“And your point is, id---”

“You didn't have sex tonight!”

Gojyo pulled away with an irritated sound. (Damned animal!!)

“I asked you not to, and you didn't!” Grabbing the covers, Goku yanked, dragging Gojyo off his feet. They crashed together before sprawling on the bed, and crimson eyes were witness to joy dancing wildly in gold eyes as small hard hands clasped his head and soft lips were glided over his. The kiss was chaste, and remained that way until Goku pulled back and smiled at him “Ha ha ha!”

He pushed himself up on his arms and glared down at him. “That proves nothing.”

“Go brush your teeth; I could taste the beer on your lips.”

Crimson eyes narrowed. “No. ”

Goku pouted up at him.

Pushing himself upright, he growled as he regained his feet. He strode over to his pack to fish a bottle of lotion out. “You want a lesson? Fine.”

“Huh?” Goku snickered as the towel around his hips started to slip, baring half of Gojyo's backside before he caught it, cursing under his breath.

“Fix the bed, chimp. We're having a lesson, I said,” he replied, setting the lotion down to put the towel to rights and ignoring the denial of chimp-hood. He dimly noticed the neatly folded clothes on the table. (Shit, this will be messy. And he needs to… wait…if we do it that way…) He bent to rummage in his pack again. Behind him he could hear the sounds of the bed being straightened up.

Rising and turning, lotion and condoms in hands, he turned back to the bed. The sheet and coverlet neatly spread across the bed, and Goku stood with the pillow in his hands, waiting. The look on his face held no apprehension this time, only eagerness and anticipation and a touch of heat.

“Get on the bed, monkey.”

“I'm not a monkey,” came the automatic response even as he obeyed.

Snickering, Gojyo felt something loosen inside he hadn't realized was tensed up. Approaching the bed and placing the items beside the brunet, he then pulled the towel off and set it nearby. He watched as he blinked, and then poked the condoms with a finger.

“So we're going all the way?”

“No.” He settled on the bed.

“So what are we doing?”

“Sight and whatever else we do. Come here.”

Shifting forward, Gojyo tugged on Goku's knees until he moved forward, settling with his legs spread before him. Then the redhead moved carefully, hooking his legs over the other's as he mimicked the position facing him. Satisfied with the positioning and picking up the lotion, he opened it and squeezed some onto one palm, then offered it, opened ended, to the other, who held out his hand. Gojyo placed a generous amount on the palm presented to him, then left the opened container beside them on the bed with the condoms for later. Curling his fingers in, he shifted his hand some, waiting for the lotion to warm. The brunet watched him, waiting. “Remember the first time, how good it felt?”

“Yeah…”

Gojyo swiped his palms together, then grasped Goku's flesh in one hand and stroked. “Watch.”

Chocolate strands tilted, and he focused on awaking the fire he knew resided in the other. The other hand came up and grasped sensitive orbs, fondling them for a moment before joining the quest. Goku moaned softly, then leaned forward and curled his fingers around Gojyo and pumped, causing his rhythm to falter for a moment. Sparing a glance at his own groin, Gojyo bit his lip as the sight caused a rush of heat, bringing him fully erect in the small hard hands. It felt good, and his guilt raised its head, harder to ignore this time for some reason.

“Water bison,” said Goku softly, teasingly, and then they were looking at each other.

“Why was it so important to have a lesson tonight, monkey?” Twisting his hands up and down, he watched the lids flutter at the movement. (Tell me, and maybe my guilt will leave me alone…)

“Ugggggnnh… Gojyo…”

“Tell me…”

“Because I wanted to… I like it.”

(He likes it?) His guilt flared then disappeared, leaving something else in its wake.

Gold eyes focused on him, and widened. “You've got that look on your face again.”

“What?”

“You sometimes look at Hakkai and Sanzo like that. The only time you've ever looked at me like that was the last time we had a lesson.” Goku tightened his grip, thumbing the slit at the head and earning a soft moan. “Even if you're a pervert kappa, I like you.” Then he leaned forward while he was off guard, arching into the younger man's touch, and kissed him.

Drawing a harsh breath, he tried to jerk away from Goku but a swift hand clasping the back of his neck kept him in place. It was a reminder that the youth before him was stronger, and it was disturbing for a moment. Goku was dominating the kiss with a gentle touch of tongue, attempting to coax the response he wanted. Squeezing the head of Gojyo's erection, thumb still playing the slit, his other hand moved just as rapidly back down to massage the heavy sac beneath it as he tried to cajole the redhead's mouth fully open, and the unexpected touch was enough. Gojyo's mouth opened with a gasp.

(Shit, not after I've been out drinking!) Jerking away, he grabbed the other's hands as he gasped for breath as he hissed, “Damn it, Goku, I'm not kissing you if I've been out!”

“You weren't out.” The confident words cooled the older man's attitude, and he found himself staring at the young man in astonishment, who simply returned the look evenly. “You were gambling, smoking and drinking, but you weren't out in some woman's bed. I think I can handle that.”

Stunned, the only thing Gojyo could think was, (Where did this Goku come from?)

The eyes of Son Goku gave every thought and feeling away, always. It was the main reason why he lost so many card games. Now was no exception as they stared at each other. The innocence was there, but there was confidence to match his words, and sincerity and… trust. Trust that had been there this entire time. The tense feeling that had loosened earlier inside him went totally lax.

The monkey trusted him. When had he forgotten that, between this lesson and the last? Had he really been that wound up by Sanzo, to forget? The only two people he trusted with Goku were too absorbed in each other to notice his problem. Maybe he wasn't Sanzo or Hakkai, but he wouldn't intentionally hurt Goku for the world, and the thought of Goku with anyone outside of their group---even someone age appropriate like Lirin--- was appalling. (I'm one dead kappa when Sanzo finds out--- and he will find out eventually--- but it will be worth it. It doesn't even matter if it IS their fault.)

“I still don't like kissing you like this,” he said, almost sulkily, dropping his gaze first. That spot inside him was melting, going soft.

“Then go brush next time before we start. You're not leaving til you finish.” said Goku. “We can go take a bath afterwards. Hakkai ran the tub before he went to bed, you know. He said he figured you'd want to warm up after walking around in the rain.”

Exhaling noisily, he tossed his head, damp crimson strands flying. “Cheeh, fine.”

“Now explain what we're doing, if you're done being a grump. `Watch' really doesn't cut it.”

Gojyo loosened his grip on the youth's hands, but didn't let go. He couldn't argue there; he really HAD been an idiot. “The lesson is sight. Watching a partner or being watched by a partner is a real turn for most people--- watching how they touch themselves, and how their partner touches them. How did you feel, watching me touch you?”

“Hot. Like all my blood is trying to burst out of my body.”

“…So did I,” He admitted softly. “Now let's try it a different way. We watch each other, as we touch ourselves, okay?”

“Okay… where do the condoms come in at?”

“It's to keep things from getting too messy. Besides, I don't want you to go any farther without knowing how to put one on. Pregnancy aside since we're guys, it's just safer that way, with sexually transmitted diseases out there. Don't EVER go bare, you got that?”

“Yeah.” He thought he saw a flash of something in his huge eyes, but it came and went too quickly for him to read it.

“We'll put them on in a bit. For now, we just do it, okay?” Dropping his hands, he slid his own hands between his thighs to grasp his erection, which has softened in the time left unattended. Stroking himself, he watched as Goku followed suit, one small hand reaching to squeeze and massage his sac. “So you like that?”

“Yeah…” Gold eyes were fastened on busy hands. “I've liked everything you've taught me so far.”

“Good.”

Mimicking each other, they watched each other for several moments, hands sliding and squeezing over flesh at different paces until they began to moan softly. Gojyo filed every detail away for future reference, noting what Goku seemed to like best--- the sac massage, the thumbing of the slit, hands running down his thighs and fingers pinching at hardened nipples. Every degree of pleasure showed on his face, and the knowledge that he'd been the one to teach him such a thing made him flush, a combination of pride, arousal and embarrassment.

“Okay, I think it's time for the condoms,” panted Gojyo, reaching for the towel. Wiping his hands, he tossed it to Goku. “Clean your hands off for a moment and pay attention.”

Picking up the three-strand, he ripped two off and left one. Then he ripped the two in half, and handed it to the other as he set the towel aside. “Rip it carefully, and try not to use your teeth. If you tear the thing before you use it, you're screwed as far as protection is concerned.”

Tearing it open, he pulled the rolled latex medallion out. “Most condoms have a reservoir in the end to catch… um, your boys. Otherwise, the condom rips, and again, you're screwed. The ones that don't, you have to leave some space free in the tip when you put it on. The ones with a reservoir, you still need to pull it down to make sure the space is there, but it's easier to identify. These have reservoirs. Now, what did I just say?”

Blinking, Goku repeated almost every word back at him, opening the tiny packet.

“Good. Now, just unroll it over your…um…erection. It kind of helps to hold on to the reservoir. ” Taking himself in hand, he demonstrated, swollen, flushed flesh disappearing under a thin shield of cream. Done, he glanced up in time to see Goku frown down at himself.

“Gojyo? This condom's too big.”

Biting down on his lip, he swallowed the laughter that threatened at his plaintiff tone and eyed his problem. “Sorry, didn't think about that. I'll get some in your size, okay?”

“But that doesn't help NOW. And you said you didn't want things messy…”

“Hold it on with one hand. I'll do the rest of the work.” Reaching down, he curled one of Goku's hands around the base to hold the latex sheath in place. Then his hands moved, touching him the way he knew he liked to be touched. The condom moved easily over his lotion-slicked length, and grasping his sac in his other hand and holding it up out of the way, he rubbed small circles on the sensitive bit of flesh behind them with his thumb. It produced a rhythmic squeezing that the youth seemed to like, as it produced a moan.

Goku leaned his head against his shoulder as he watched, blocking his view. His free hand grasped the redhead's other shoulder. His voice was breathy as he said his name questioningly.

“Hummm?” He nuzzled his jaw against chocolate silk. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his hands. That was what was important; what the younger man was feeling.

“I like watching you touch me.” Then he hissed softly, because Gojyo had chosen that moment to rub the slit, the touch titillating through the veil encasing him. His hip jerked, and arched into the touch. “Goojyoooo….”

He made Gojyo hiss in return by grasping his hardness and stroking roughly. Then he lifted his head and kissed him. The redhead didn't try to get away this time; he let the other lead the kiss. Goku had said he thought he could handle smokes and beer. He would let him handle it, and concentrate on bringing him to climax first.

And so he did. The lithe form before him tensed, and he moved his hands furiously, brusquely, attempting to pile sensation on sensation before it happened, kissing him back until the brunet pulled away with a gasp and cried out almost soundlessly. Shuddering, eyelids fluttering, the hardness in his hands jerked violently as the hand on his own length tightened almost painfully. Then he collapsed against him, diadem noticeably cool and hard against his chest amid the silk. Gently, carefully, he tugged Goku's hand away, and slipped the false sheath from spent flesh. Tossing it in the waste bin between the bed and the table, he took up the towel and wiped him down gently before pulling him close enough so that he could lean against his bigger form.

He was going to wait until the youth had recovered before he did anything else. Though he didn't think this lesson really required any testing, as Goku put it, he wanted to make sure he was okay. Besides, it… felt nice to hold him close.

(You, Sha Gojyo, are a freaking sap.)

Goku wiggled in his embrace, and he loosened his hold. The brunet pulled back, looked up at him, then down at his lap. There was a half dreamy look on his face. Then those small, hard, slightly rough hands closed around him, and his own words were tossed back at him. “Watch.”

Gojyo watched, but not his hands. Goku was watching his face, watching every expression that flitted across his face. An intense look of either hunger or longing or both was rising up on his face, gold eyes narrowing slightly, the dreamy looking melting away as if it had never been. It was as if he was trying to soak up every sight and feeling, was committing it to memory or something. So the redhead gave it to him, dropped his guard and let him see every emotion, allowing every sound to fall from his lips uncensored. He simply… let go; allowed himself to get lost in the ecstasy running through his skin. When Goku's tongue traced over his chest, across his collarbone and up his throat, he shuddered, and when he kissed him… it was the final straw.
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His hearing came back first. He could hear two hearts beating, someone breathing. Then his sense of feeling; he was being held in a warm embrace, in strong sinewy arms. Something soft and silky was pressed at the juncture of his neck. He could smell earth, clean fresh earth that grew good things, the vague scent of the lotion they had used, strawberry shampoo, and the faint twinge of salt and latex.

“Gojyo?”

His eyes opened, giving him a distorted view of the bed and the curve of Goku's back.

“Gojyo, are you alright?”

“…mmm.”

One arm slid away, the other holding him close, and fingertips slid down his side inward to his groin. The latex was pulled from his body gently, though he still twitched, and he heard it as it was thrown in the trash.

“Do you want to lie down?”

“…nnhhh…”

There was a pleased, amused snort as rough hands smoothed down his back. “Way to make conversation, kappa.”

His face curved in a smile that was bigger than a smile, but more gentle than a grin. “Sorry… sorry.”

“Are you up for that bath?”

“In a bit.” (I really am a sap.)
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TBC…