Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Teaching Goku ❯ Fulfilling Your Part of the Deal ( Chapter 8 )

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Title: Fulfilling Your Part of the Deal

Author: Quirk of the Trade

Category: Fan Fiction

Genre: yaoi, lemon, angst, romance…

RatingAdult, or mature minds

Comments and Constructive Criticism: Always! Besides, I think y’all have made me into a review hog…
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Disclaimer: I’ve only handed over some money for some of the graphic novels, not the rights, of Saiyuki. Give me time, and I’ll hand over a little more. This story was only written because I love it so very much!

Warning: Gojyo/Goku intercourse , implied Sanzo and Hakkai. Kougaiji and friends finally showed up, but it’s only a small part.

Author Notes: Hello, everyone! I have found a beta reader! Her name is Akaru, and she's already started going over things. Please welcome her kindly. ^_^ However, this chapter of Teaching Goku is unbeta-ed; I have sent it to her, but I feel really, really guilty for taking so long on this piece and figured everyone would want to read it rather than wait. (I'm so sorry, everyone!! T_T) Her changes will be incorperated when she has finished and sent it back, though. I've gone over this piece so many times, the words have swum before my eyes and I think it's too long. I wonder what everyone will say? Hits at AFF.Net are at 6,500 plus and MM.org is at 1,500 plus! Fucking awsome! Special thanks goes to Sweetest Syn, for showing me some cool things to make my brain unwind. Thank you so very much! Everyone, I love and appreciate y'all so much! Thank you for all the love!

Beta: Unbeta-ed but that will soon change!

Synopsis: Each half of the new couple fulfills their ends of the deal.
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Catching up to Goku within a few strides of his long legs, Gojyo caught the remains of the flush on his cheeks and half smirked to himself. Then the urge for a smoke kicked in, and he gave a half longing thought for the cigarette he'd hastily tapped out only half finished in the ashtray on the desk in his room before coming downstairs. He had two cartons in his room, neither opened, from the previous shopping trip but that was all the way back there. And I’m already two-thirds finished with this pack. I’ll have to stop to buy more if I’m going to last the day.

"Hey, monkey, while you're shopping, I'm going to get more cigarettes." Goku slowed beside him, and they both adopted a slower, strolling pace as they headed into the market square. Reaching into his pockets, he halted to count out the money for the youth's purchases. Goku halted a pace ahead of him then stepped back to take the bills from him, his face now blush free. "Wait for me outside the pharmacy door if I'm not back, okay?"

"Okay."

"Goku." His hand gripped his wrist before the brunet shifted away. Crimson eyes gazed contemplatively before shifting away. "You can still back out."

"I don't want to. Two boxes of condoms and two bottles of lube, right? Where's the store at again?" Large gold eyes stared up at him, set and determined. The redhead realized there would be no changing the monkey's mind and released the wrist he held. Turning, he tilted his head in the direction he meant. "It's up on the left, right there."

"Okay." Striding forth, the brunet disappeared past the front door, leaving Gojyo staring after him. Shaking his head, the crimson eyed man turned his attention to getting to the tobacco shop.
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Once again, Gojyo was blown away by a shop in the insane little town they had happened upon. The sheer amount of product that they carried was mind boggling, and on top of that had been several blends the tobacconist had created. That had included some very special ones that had listed marijuana on the ingredient label, offered only after he had asked about the blends tucked under the glass counter and answered the question about his age. Was that even legal? Shit, the smell of all that tobacco and whatever the fuck else was in that store gave me a buzz. Taking a deep breath to clear his head the instant he stepped out the door, he tucked the new pack of smokes into his pocket. He couldn't decide if he liked the covert illicitness of their current surroundings or not.

"Must think of something else. Something else..." Taking another deep breath, the smell of the food stands hit him in a wave, and he looked around for the meat buns instinctively. He HAD used the excuse of food to get the irate monkey out of the book store and he HAD heard the monkey's stomach rumbling faintly earlier. He'd go grab a couple of bags of steamed buns before picking him up.

He waited for a small horde of children to thunder past before stepping off the door step. There seemed to be less adults today for some reason, he noted idly as he made his way across to the stalls. Not that the crowds were any smaller; when he finally found the steamed bun stand, the line was on the long side. Waiting impatiently, he was finally able to snag two bags of steamed buns, one meat and the other mixed, and took off to fetch Goku. The monkey’s probably is waiting for me right now.

Attempting to go with the flow of the crowd as he clutched the bags in one hand, he thought he saw their waitress scurrying through the square in a dark, loose suit with bright red clasps. If it was her; it was hard to tell without the colorful ribbons in her hair. Oh, well; he turned his attention back to getting where he was going and arrived at the pharmacy door to find no monkey waiting for him at all.

Huh? I thought for sure he’d be out by now. Settling against the wall, his fingers itched at him for something to do. He ignored it. He was still a tad buzzed from the scent that had permeated that shop, anyway, even after standing in line for so long in the open air. Where is that monkey?

The door opened beside him with its expected ringing, and Goku stepped out with a double bagged package clutched to his chest with one hand and his eyes glued to a little blue pamphlet in his other hand.

“Hey, monkey, did you get lost in there or what?” Straightening, he smirked as his young lover jumped. The door slammed shut behind him for added effect, and he looked guiltily up at the redhead.

“No, I didn’t get lost. The lady at the register was talking to me, and she gave me this paper.”

He waved the booklet in his hand, and Gojyo took it from him for inspection. The title made his eyebrows crawl up his forehead. “What the hell? ‘The fun of having anal sex safely for both sexes’? No fucking way…”

“She was weird for a little old lady, but she was really nice.” Goku chirped. “She knows a lot of--- hey! I smell steamed buns!”

“That freaky old lady…” Eyes narrowing, he ignored the brunet’s exclamation and flipped the leaflet open with his thumb to a random page. Things he already knew and would have to teach Goku about marched matter-of-factly across the page. His sense of humor kicked in then and he began to laugh. “That old lady!”

Goku reached out a hand and lifted the folded edge of one of the bag, nose twitching. He squinted in at its contents and almost began drooling. “Meat buns…”

Snatching the bags up above his own head, Gojyo clicked his tongue at the squawk of protest. “Who told you that you could go through other people's stuff?”

“Then give me back my paper! Thieving kappa!”

Smirking, Gojyo shoved it in a pocket.

“Hey! You asshole , give that back!” He lunged forward, only to be halted by two bags thrust in front of him.

“I’ll be nice this time and share,” Gojyo said, trying to keep his voice bland and failing. Gold eyes narrowed at him. “So did you get the goods?”

“Right here.” Turning loose both bags in favor of accepting the one, the red head opened it cautiously and looked inside as Goku tore into the first bag, the one filled with meat buns. Everything was in place inside the bag, the same exact items he himself had purchased doubled.

“Hey, Gojyo, why’d you want me to pick them up anyway? Besides the deal, I mean.”

“If you’re not willing to buy protection, you’re not ready to have sex.” Crumpling the top of the bag into the carrier, he slipped the handles over his wrist. “I think I remember some tables near the book store; you can eat there while I go see if Hakkai and Sanzo are still inside or not.”

“Okay,” replied Goku around a mouthful of food, and followed the other man when he took off through the crowd.
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Hakkai and Sanzo hadn’t left the shop, but were at the check out desk attempting to buy something that turned out to be a map.

“Clerk’s not showing, huh?” Door sliding shut behind him, the red haired kappa strode over to them.

“Ah--- no. Apparently not.” Hakkai said over his shoulder with his typical half smile.

“He~y, we want to check out here! “ Halting beside the emerald eyed man, he reached across and brought his hand down on the hand bell several times in the most obnoxious way he knew how.

“Gojyo---“

“Noisy kappa, that’s enough!” The harisen crashed down on the back of his hand.

“Ow! Shit ass monk, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’m here, I’m here.” The clerk shuffled out, rubbing his eyes.

Trading silent glares with Sanzo, Gojyo moved back to free up space at the counter for Hakkai and to get out of range of Sanzo. Asshole.

“Sorry for the disturbance.” Hakkai laid the map on the countertop.
“No worries. Sometimes I don’t hear the bell anyway.” Gojyo turned his attention to the man as he squinted at the map, then rang it up. He didn’t look that old or anything, so why did he seem so tired? “Hey, man, late night or something?”

“Yeah. Stayed too late with my favorite girl over at the ‘Raging Willow’ and got night duty as punishment for reporting in late. I hate night duty.” He squinted at the map again as he took Sanzo’s gold card and swiped it. “You guys traveling somewhere?”

Well, duh, that’s why we’re buying a map.

“Yes, that’s right.” Hakkai smiled.

“Watch out, territory over the next or so. I hear there’s some serious mad youkai activity going on, though it’s all unconfirmed. Scouts haven’t been able to get back in days because of the flooding.”

“So you’re in the army here?”

“Man, everybody’s in the army here in one capacity or another. Skills, standing army, undercover, everyone is involved somehow.” He handed Sanzo his card, a pen and a slip to sign. “You don’t want a bag, do you?”

“No, this is fine, thanks.” Picking up the map, Hakkai turned to Gojyo. “Where’s Goku?”

“Outside eating buns.” He turned and led the way to the exit. They filed out the door, Sanzo bringing up the rear. Goku waved at them from where he was seated on the other side of foot traffic.

“So you’ve been shopping?” Hakkai asked, looking at the bag hanging from the taller man’s wrist. Sanzo stepped around them and headed for his charge, cutting through the people moving to and fro.

“Kind of. It’s a long story.”

They followed the blond across the way. Sanzo turned and scowled at the redhead as they came up even. “You’re going to spoil him.”

“Aren’t you the one who told me he went five hundred years without food?” Arching a brow, Gojyo smiled as the scowl turned into a glare. “Relax, it’s just this once.”

Goku snorted, mouth momentarily empty. He was already working on the second bag, the other crumpled and tucked under his thigh until he could find a trash can. “It’s a bribe because I caught you talking to HER.”

“’Her’?” echoed Hakkai.

”The one who messed him up. He said all she was doing was apologizing, but since he’s a pervert kappa with a mother complex, he can’t be---“

“I don’t have a mother complex!” Gojyo snapped. “Would you get off that already? Changing the subject--- where’s the bird?”

“Huh? Yeah, where’s Hakuryu, Hakkai?” asked the monkey, looking around as he popped another bun in his mouth.

“There was an open window at the back of the shop and he went out it. I assumed he wanted a bit of fresh air.” Turning to look back at the store, he scanned the rooftops of it and other nearby buildings. “Strange--- he usually doesn’t go far. If he doesn’t come right back, he usually waits outside.”

“Maybe he’s been kidnapped! OW! That hurt, Sanzo!”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, stupid monkey.”

Gojyo smacked a fist into an open palm. “Wait. The parrot tolerates that air headed waitress from the inn, and I'm sure I saw her here somewhere. Maybe he spotted her and thought he’d get a treat since she babies him whenever she's around."

"You think so? I guess we should take a look around and ask if anyone's seen them." said Hakkai, and turned to the nearest pedestrian. "Excuse me, have you seen a small white dragon or the waitress from the Three Daughters Inn? If I remember correctly, her name is Xian."

The pedestrian was a half grown teenaged boy dressed in black---an overcoat with a ragged hem, jeans and combat boots--- with long dark hair pulled into a harsh ponytail at the nape of his neck. He had squinty eyes as if he spent too much time staring at the sun. Halting, he paused and squinted indifferently at the emerald eyed man before he spoke. "I haven't seen any dragons at all. Xian is probably helping to set up for the festival. That's in front of the temple shrine."

He turned slightly and lifted a foot to walk off.

"Ah. And where would that be at?" Hakkai's overly polite tone halted the boy before his foot could complete the step. For a second glowering, sulky teenage annoyance showed through in the scowl he swung back around with before it disappeared as if wiped off with a cleaning rag.

"Follow me. I'm going there anyway." Starting off again, he didn't bother to see if they followed him or not.

Goku was the first one up and after him, with everyone following behind. Gojyo kept his mouth shut as he went, though he couldn't resist throwing a glare at the kid's back. Was it that damned hard to help out a handful of people needing directions?

The thundering sound of the river went from inaudible to a hiss, then an increasing roar as they wove through the human overgrowth known as housing and streets. At last they turned onto a street that lead up to a closed pair of gigantic slotted gates set between roughly hewn blocks of stone several feet high at the end of it. Open air was visible through the slates as they approached, giving the impression that the gates opened out into the sky, and then their guide turned to face them. Waiting for them to catch up, he jerked his head to the left, the only signal he'd given them in the whole twenty minutes of walking. "Here."

On their left was a fair sized open field buzzing with activity. Bare bone stalls were going up on opposing sides of the green rapidly with three people teams punctuated by hammering and 'One, two, hup!'. Follow up crews were putting up the awnings behind them, the colorful, water-proofed cottons flipping lazily in the faint breeze. Children ran through the melee, some just playing while others were helping with lighter tasks. Between the watery sunshine and the humidity in the air, especially so close to the river, several of the workers had stripped down to undershirts, some men even to the waist. Across those bare backs and peeking past the edges of clothing were tattoos, feathers in black ink. Some had more, some had less, but most seemed to have three; two that followed the under curve of the shoulder blades, and one that traced the spine from the top vertebrae down, the broad vane end out and the calamus points on the inside.

"What's up with all the tattoos?"

Droll brown eyes rolled over at the redhead. "It's the village of the army that protects the silver feather. Guess."

"Did I ask for your sarcasm, brat?"

"Didn't have to, old man, it's free." The teenager strode forward. "Come on. I'm late as it is."

"Who the hell are you calling 'old man'? That's Sanzo's spot." Goku must have found a trashcan to discard the empty bags somewhere because his hands were now empty, Gojyo noted as they started after him. Damn, I wasn't paying attention.

There was an all too familiar click behind him. "Do you want to stay young forever?"

"Unless there is a combat situation, use of firearms is prohibited outside of training areas and training sessions." The teenaged guide's voice floated back. "So please put the peashooter up, Sanzo Sama."

So someone in this town does recognize the clothes, if not the man. The way people have been ignoring him, I wondered about that.

"Lin Lok, you're fucking late again!" A shrill female voice screeched unpleasantly from somewhere. A couple of older men toting boxes overflowing with cloth moved out of the way to reveal a dark haired girl with pigtails that matched their guide feature for feature except for the squinting eyes. She was dressed a tad more ordinarily in a simple, sleeveless red cheongsam. Beside her, kneeling on the ground, were their targets, the dark haired waitress and the tiny white dragon. Hakuryu was downing small spring rolls daintily, neck arching like a bird's to swallows the food while the young woman cooed over him.

"Lay off, Feng. I stopped to help some tourists." Producing a pair of dark sunglasses from a pocket, he slipped them on and moved to stand on the other side of Xian. "I'm here now, so just shut up already."

"Lok, you shouldn't talk to your sister like that. And why are you wearing that coat? You're going to get hot," Xian said, finally looked up at the people around her. "Ah, there you guys are! Where have you been? I think the little white dragon was looking for you."

"I'm sorry for the hassle. Thank you for looking after Hakuryu. He went out the window at the bookstore and we couldn't find him." Hakkai smiled as he handed the map to Sanzo and knelt down to gather his pet up in his hands. There was the barest hint of flesh between the edge of his tunic and the neatly trimmed edge of his hairline, and the soft paleness of it reminded Gojyo of the kiss that morning as he stared down at those kneeling on the grass. It had been brief and undeniably angsty in the way that Hakkai was when he wasn't hiding behind his arsenal of smiles. The emerald eyed man’s mouth had been soft almost like a woman's mouth, but not, because most women were vulnerable on some level and... Cho Hakkai was most definitely neither.

I've never thought about where Hakkai is vulnerable at other than 'her'. Maybe there's something I've been missing all this time? Maybe that's why he's with Sanzo. He’s the one who really saved Hakkai in the end, after all, gave him a second chance. Or maybe it's a rain thing; they both hate the rain. The monkey and I don't. At least, Goku hates that Sanzo hates the rain, and not the rain itself. And me... well, I know how I am.

A hand waved before his eyes, and Gojyo automatically snatched it before he blinked out of his thoughts. A pair of large brown eyes peered up at him and he hastily dropped the wrist in his hand. "Sorry about that."

"You look better today, mister. Did you get over your tummy bug?"

"Yeah, I'm totally better." He smiled, patting his abdomen. From the corner of his eye, he could see Goku and Sanzo giving him almost identical narrowed eyed looks. (Damn. I'm probably going to get fussed at by the monkey again.)

Though strangely, he didn't really mind the thought of the monkey fussing at him.

"That's good--- huh?"

A prickle traced down his spine like a single nail down a chalkboard. Judging the way everyone's attention snapped to the side and focused on the building top nearest them along with his own, apparently it was the same for them, too. He and his three companions shifted their positions around in preparation of battle.

"I'm here for the scripture, Sanzo. Hand it over."

The ends of his long hair waving lightly at his waist, Kougaiji stood majestically atop a slate colored roof, Dokugakuji on one side, his little sister and Yaone on the other. Gojyo's brother already had his sword out, and the violet haired apothecary had her spear held defensively in both hands as Lirin grinned down at them, hands tucked behind her head. "What's up, baldy?!"

Sanzo twitched, a hand lifting to rub one ear. "Who's bald, you brat?"

“Yaone San, it’s nice to see you again.” Hakuryu took flight only to circle around above them and land on the older brunet’s shoulder as he called his greeting up, tiny claws hooking in the cloth of his sash.

The spear came down as ingrained good manners had Yaone bowing in return. “Thank you, Hakkai San. It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

"Um, excuse me?" Xian moved around them, flapping a hand for attention. "Unless it's a holiday or with special permission, only on-duty messengers, on-duty military personnel and medics are allowed to be on the rooftops, mister. You and your entourage are going to have to come down from there, I'm afraid."

What the fuck? Gojyo noticed he wasn't the only one to look at her oddly. Sanzo were squinting at her and Goku wore his dumbfounded look. With Hakkai somewhere just behind him, he couldn't see his expression. Kougaiji blinked down at her, while Dokugakuji and Lirin looked at the waitress as if she'd lost her mind. Yaone lifted a hand to her mouth, looking honestly aghast at having made such a social blunder.

"What the hell's up with that?! We're not here to follow rules, we're here to take the Maten scripture!" Lirin exclaimed down at them, dropping her arms and resting her hands on her hips.

"Does that mean you're going to be engaging in combat, mortal or otherwise?" The dark haired woman called up. There were identical snorts behind them from the apparent siblings. Lok and Feng stepped past through the four of them to take up positions on either side of Xian.

"Well, duh! We'll do whatever it takes. Right, Oniichan?"

"They're arming themselves." Kougaiji jerked his head sideways at everyone below them, and Lirin made a questioning sound as she glanced beyond Gojyo and the others. Glancing over his shoulder, Gojyo took note of the combat level shotguns and automatic machine guns that had appeared. Crates that had been scattered over the field but sealed were now open, giving testimony to their hidden contents now passed out among the townsfolk. All the kids are gone, too; no one under about fifteen left. Then he glanced back at the two siblings and scrutinized their stances. The brother's probably carrying handguns or something up his sleeves and the sister's preparing for a bare hands attack.

Shifting his attention back to the roof, Gojyo watched his brother glance over his shoulder at the other side of the house. A warning note crept through Dokugakuji’s voice. "We've got company on this side, too."

"Umm..." Waving a hand, the waitress attempted to get their attention again. Then she was interrupted by the sudden sounds of drums and gongs rhythmically resonating from all around the town. Raising her voice to a shout to be heard, Xian tried again. "Umm... then I should warn you that this is the town of the army that guards the silver feather, and that you and your people will be taken down most aggressively with lethal force if you don't come down now!"

Sanzo looked at the waitress, back at the suddenly dark faced crowd behind them, then at the equally well armed, flack jacketed people who were beginning to flood the open space like stirred up hornets and grunted. "Let's go."

"Where do you think you're going, you droopy eyed baldy?! You can’t leave now!" Lirin’s shout was too loud as the noise began to die away.

"You're violating the laws of this town which they're willing to back up with force. That gives them first dibs at you. Come find us once they're done with you." Sanzo pulled out a cigarette and lit up as he turned away. "And who's bald, you loud mouthed brat?"

"Fine! We're coming down!" Lirin crossed her arms over her chest and glared. "Then we'll fight it out!"

"Excuse me..."

"NOW what?!"

"If you're going to be fighting in mortal combat, you have to leave the city limits. If otherwise, then you can use one of the three parade grounds."

Dark clouds were almost visibly forming around the prince's head as his little sister growled beside him. Goku earned dark looks for an unfettered snicker, and Gojyo didn’t bother to muffle the chuckle that escaped him. It earned him a dark look from his brother, and he grinned his cheesiest, biggest shit eating grin at him and waved.

“Perhaps we should go see the shrine since we’re all ready here.” Hakkai suggested, just the slightest tone of laughter curling the edge of his voice as they started away from their current position. More and more people were showing up, crowding the now limited space.

"Lord Kougaiji... Maybe it would be best if we waited for them to leave town..." Yaone said softly.
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Collapsing onto his bed, Gojyo half groaned, half yawned as he stretched and wriggled on the messy bed clothes, then rolled over on his stomach and buried his face in his arms. He could hear the voices of the three others downstairs, Hakkai beginning to prepare the rice for dinner. Sanzo had handed over the gold card to order take-out from the inn next door. This day had been a page out of some alternate universe, of that he was certain. The only thing that had kept the townsfolk safe was the youkai prince's dislike of including innocents. Any one of Kougaiji's spells could have mown them down in waves. Instead of going on a rampage, he and his entourage had come down, and the rest of the time both groups had spent out and about had been spent in a subtle game of tag around town, especially in the shopping area.

It was funny the way the little brat went hog-wild. You'd think Kougaiji didn't let her out of her room or something.

"Hey!" A familiar voice in his ear and a sudden weight dropping down beside him seized his attention.

"Shit, monkey, don't you know how to knock?"

Goku draped himself half over his side and snuggled down against his larger bulk. "I did, but you didn't hear me."

"Mm." He made a disbelieving sound. But it's not like I really mind, either. Goku's body was warm as he lay with him, and he could feel the rapid, steady beat of his heart against his side.

“Gojyo? Can we kiss?”

Shifting over on his side to face him, Gojyo studied his face as the monkey moved to face him. “What brought that on?”

“I just want to. Can we?”

Maybe he’s got a hard on for it because it’s still new? A lot of people get momentarily addicted to sex when it feels good, especially at first. “I guess. Just remember dinner’s coming soon.” Tugging on his shirt, the redhead urged him closer. “You got out of the armor pretty fast.”

Goku wiggled closer and said, as if it made perfect sense, “We’re back now.”

Leaning down slightly, he took the soft mouth offered up to him, traced its edges with his tongue then teased past the moist line of it. Familiar hard hands touched his shoulders, slid in his hair as the brunet’s lips parted to allow him entry, and he settled a free hand at the younger man’s waist. A hot tongue slid against his own, and they spent several moments just enjoying the sensations it brought before they drew away to breath fully.

“We’re still doing it tonight, right?”

“Yeah. After dinner, we’ll wait to take our baths until after you give an offering to the porcelain god, so to speak. We’ll start then.”

“Ah.” Moving in quickly, Goku initiated the next kiss. Gojyo let him control it, let him feel his way through it. The kiss was chaste, much more so than their previous kiss, merely a long melding of lips that sent a rush of warmth through him. Hard, strong fingers in his hair tightened for a moment before they loosened and smoothed the strands. Then they pulled away from each other.

“The main thing you need to do is relax,” Gojyo said in a low tone, voice unwilling to project very far or loudly. “Just leave the rest of it up to me.”

“Right, relax--- got it.” His huge gold eyes were dreamy again, matching his voice, and his face was relaxed. Lips shaded blush pink from friction were parted and moist.

“That was only two kisses. You shouldn’t look like that after only two kisses.” Was that too soft voice really his?

“Why not? What do I look like?”

Like you’re---

There was a loud knock on the front door downstairs, and Gojyo found himself abandoned on the bed and his bedroom door creaking on their hinges. The pounding of footsteps down the hall and stairs combined with the one word chant of ‘food’ nearly drowned out Hakkai’s greeting to whoever it was at the door. Activity buzzed to life downstairs, a mishmash of sounds through the floorboards, and Gojyo flipped on his back, tucked his hands behind his head and took a deep breath. (What the fuck was that, Gojyo? Whatever that was, don’t. Besides, he left you behind in less than a heartbeat for a pile of food. By the way, you’re not going to get any of that food if you don’t stop talking to yourself and get your ass downstairs.)

(Idiot.)

Flipping the bird at the voice in his head, he heaved to his feet and began the trek downstairs.
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“It’s just me and you, Hakkai.”

“I’ll raise you two toothpicks and a peanut. Call.”

The raise was placed and the cards were splayed across the table for all to see.

“Fuck.” Gojyo growled, and glared at the cards. He’d had a full house, and Hakkai had handed him his ass on a silver platter via a royal flush.

“I’m afraid I win again.”

Sanzo rolled his eyes behind the lens of his glasses and pulled the cigarette from his mouth. “Next time we’re playing mahjong. Then we’ll see.”

Goku looked up from where he was playing with Hakuryu on the table, his cards folded before him long before the call. “Yeah, Hakkai always wins at cards.”

The redhead stubbed out what was left of his cigarette and frowned at him. “You got something to say, monkey? Then spit it out.”

“I’m not saying anything except Hakkai always wins.” The tiny dragon leaned up and tugged on the nearest lock of spiky brown hair nearest him. Goku chucked him gently under the chin, then nudged him sideways teasingly.

“Why, Goku, I do believe you’re growing up. That was a very mature thing to say. Right, Sanzo?”

“Whatever. Just deal the cards.”

“I think I’ll pass. I’m going to take a bath and go to bed; I’m tired.” Pulling away and making sure the dragon was placed safely on the table, the brunet stood.

“Me, too. I’m out.”

The blond, lighting up another cigarette, squinted at them through the smoke. “What kind of shit are you two trying to pull? The happy couple act? Cheh.”

Here it is, ladies and gentlemen. “We are a couple, Sanzo. Get over it. Or let me guess: me being your son in law doesn’t set too well with you. Huh, monk-y dearest?” Rising to his feet, he grinned rakishly down at the icy violet eyes that were promising him certain death if he didn’t shut up.

“Gojyo… Sanzo…”

“Aha ha ha, it’s just Gojyo’s death wish becoming evident, Goku.”

Gojyo snorted and said, “At least we’re not sneaking around behind your backs.”

“Shut up, you waste of skin. It wasn’t any of your business. It still isn’t.” One pale hand twitched, most likely from a strong wish for his harisen or gun.

“Little defensive there, huh, Sanzo Sama? Don’t you think?”

A firm grip locked onto his elbow and yanked him sideways. “Quit making Sanzo mad, Gojyo. Just come on. I still have to use the toilet first.”

The red haired kappa let himself be dragged down the right hand hallway toward the bath, glaring back at equally hateful violet eyes. “Stinking monk---”

“Shut UP, you stupid cockroach! You should use those antennae to keep out of Sanzo’s way!”

“It’s hair, not antennae, dumb monkey!”

“Don’t call me dumb!” Halting in front of the downstairs water closet, Goku tugged on his elbow to urge him past that point and further down the hall to where the bathing room lay. “Go on!”

Grumbling under his breath and raking his hands through his hair, Gojyo went. Leaving the door to the changing room cum wash room slightly ajar, he disrobed, brushed his teeth at the sink, and entered the bath. Then he checked the temperature of the water in the tub first thing. No longer hot, it was still warm enough to sting somewhat at first touch. Satisfied, he turned to the overhead shower and taps to fill a basin with lukewarm water. Rinsing off thoroughly from head to toe, he climbed into the tub up on its elevated spot with a slight hiss. It was a broad, rather deep circular tub, and he crossed his long legs before him to fit everything inside and still recline backwards. As soon as he settled, the quiet of the room combined with the warm water lulled him into closing his eyes. The drip of the facet was the only thing he heard for a moment or two. Then there was the sound of the outside door to the changing room opening, then a long pause before the door of the bath clattered open. Opening his eyes as he failed to hear the slap of bare feet on the tile, he glanced over at the door.

Goku was staring at him again, eyes large and luminous, a towel around his hips as he stood in the doorway.

“What? Shut the door.”

Unblinking, he slid it shut behind him.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Pulling his eyes away with obvious effort, the brunet youth headed to the taps to rinse off.

Rolling his eyes, Gojyo shut them again and didn’t open them again until the monkey slid one foot into the water beside his hip. Then he reached up with both hands and steadied the youth as he settled in the water beside him, draping his legs across Gojyo’s with a sigh. “Feels good.”

“Mm.”

“Hey, Gojyo, is it going to hurt? For real?”

“Done properly, it doesn’t hurt. You might be a little sore tomorrow but that should be it.”

The younger man rolled and changed position, settling on top of the kappa in a sprawl facing him. Goku tucked his face in the crook of his neck, his arms clasping Gojyo’s sides. The redhead sighed and gave in, slinging one arm across his hips. “Are you scared?”

Goku didn’t answer him right away. When he opened his mouth to ask again, he was interrupted by lips moving against his skin. “Yeah, kind of. I’ve never done it.”

“Ah. That’s normal.”

“Why aren’t you touching me?”

A crimson eyebrow arched. “Because we’ll be doing that soon enough. Relax, monkey, be patient.”

The lips buried further in his neck. “I know that, but I can’t help it.”

“Come on then. Let’s not keep the horny little monkey waiting.”

“Don’t call me that, either!” Scrambling back as Gojyo sat up, their bodies came in contact and they both froze. His hips were pressed intimately up between Goku’s thighs, a parody of what was to come, and they both swallowed.

“Out of the tub, Goku.” His voice croaked, and he cringed mentally. But the monkey listened and moved, and Gojyo joined him at the taps a few minutes later after a few deep breaths.

Goku was already shampooing his hair, suds mounding in his hands as he knelt on the floor, the basin filling with water before him. Silently the kappa did the same, starting with his hair and working down. Occasionally their elbows knocked, or they asked for one to pass the other something, but for the most part it was quiet and tense, their awareness of each other building as they bathed, and in Gojyo's case, shaved. By the time they were almost finished, Gojyo found himself half hard and, much to his satisfaction, so was Goku from what he could see from the corner of his eye. It wouldn’t have been fair to be the only one feeling the tension between them.

Their hair was clean but they had yet to rinse away all the suds from their skin, and there was one thing left Gojyo needed to do. He set the basin to filling, reached for the soap and lathered up his hands one more time. “Goku.”

Gold eyes turned to him, and the red head held up his hands. Nodding his acknowledgement, Goku continued soaping one arm with suds.

Moving slightly, he ran one hand over the top of his buttocks before gripping his hip, leaving a trail of bubbles while the other slid between the crease of his buttocks. Rubbing gently as he worked his way down, he found the pucker he was searching for and soaped gently, feeling it respond to his touch. Goku stopped moving and shivered, then slapped both hands down against the tile.

“Do you like that?”

“Yeah.” Another shiver wracked the gold eyed youth's body, the opening steadily blooming for Gojyo’s long fingers. His longest one managed to slip inside for a moment, and Goku moaned lowly in his throat as his raised knee sank to the ground and his torso tilted forward. “Gojyo…”

Reaching for the basin that was sloshing over with his unoccupied hand, he poured the warm water over the monkey's lower back and rinsed away the soap even as he caressed Goku’s insides carefully, coaxing the second inner ring of muscle to open like the first. He set the basin under the running tap and glanced at the long line of the younger man’s back. Goku was beginning to tremble and his ribs moved with his increased breathing. The redhead reached for the basin again as he pulled his finger from the other’s body, and began carefully rinsing the remaining soap from Goku.

“Gojyo…” The tone was plaintive and displeased.

“Hush. We need to finish rinsing off and go upstairs.” Satisfied that there was no more soap that might irritate the lining of his lover's spinster, the red head moved closer to the taps and flipped them to the overhead spray. The drops cascaded down over them as Goku forced himself upright from his crouch. He gave Gojyo the same look he had when he had first entered the bath.

"What?"

"I like it when your hair is wet like that. It's like looking at fire burning through water."

What do I say to that? Gojyo stared speechlessly, ensnared by eyes gone molten and luminous. Whatever was there in those eyes, he couldn't decipher it, could only feel it like sunlight or flame against his skin and caressing his insides. How did one respond to a comment like that, anyway? The atmosphere was suddenly painfully thick with tension that coiled around them like a serpent. Swallowing hard against a dry throat, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek, almost on the corner of his mouth, lips caressing downy skin before drawing back a little. Goku followed and kissed him back, mouth to mouth, tongue tracing over the crease before requesting entrance with a gentle nudge. Crimson eyes closed as lips parted, and the last thing he saw before his world went up in flames were slits of gold disappearing behind fans of sable brown lashes.

He burned; there was nothing touching but their mouths and he was on fire, engulfed in flame with sensation skittering along his skin as they went from gentle to fighting over dominance and back again. The oxygen taken in through their noses was not enough to sustain either of them but even an instant of contact missed was damned, blood pounding in his ears as each break for air resulted only in quickly drawn half breaths. Goku leaned in closer, trying to dominate the kiss and him, and he fought back with nips of teeth and skillful swipes and probes with his tongue until---

He ended up with a lapful of monkey.

Gasping, he stared uncomprehendingly at the space Goku was suddenly missing from, lips suddenly cold in his absence. Then he registered the weight sprawled in his lap and the hot breath huffing over his skin. It was giving him goose bumps, and he looked down. The tension was irreparably broken as Goku peeked up at him through his bangs with wide, startled eyes. He laughed as he realized that the youth's knees had slipped on the wet tiles as he had leaned forward. "Bwa ha ha! You took the game too far, monkey."

Teeth raked down his inner thigh, and for a moment his hair stood on end as his body shivered from head to toe. Then a chin was propped on his thigh, and smug gold eyes gloated at him with a smirk. "Stupid kappa."

He grinned down at him, willing to call it a draw. "Ready to go upstairs?"

"Yeah." They both stood up cautiously after Gojyo turned the water off, testing knees for weakness before attempting to walk. Goku pulled the towel he had brought in with him from a hook by the door and began rubbing his hair dry as he waited for the red haired kappa to put the bath things back in order. Gojyo didn’t mind; they both needed a moment to collect themselves so they didn’t totally embarrass themselves walking through the house if Hakkai and Sanzo were still up. Together they stepped into the changing room, Goku finishing his towel-off with a fresh towel while Gojyo started his by wrapping his hair in a towel before reaching for a second one off the shelf.

"What about our clothes?"

"I'll wash them in the morning. Hakkai got most of our other stuff done, so we don't need to worry too much, You can help me hang them tomorrow." Now dry as opposed to wet, he knotted the damp towel around his hips and pulled the one from his hair. Draping it across his shoulders, he liberated a couple of more towels from the shelf before reaching for the door. "Ready?"

"Yeah." Thus they went upstairs together.
+++

It took them twenty minutes to get settled in. They opted to turn on the small desk lamp instead of the overhead, had pushed the bedclothes to the side up against the wall, and when Gojyo's foot kicked the piece of trash that Goku had left on his floor earlier that day under the bed, he made the monkey fish it out. While he did that, Gojyo pulled out the lubricant and condoms, set them on the bed, then decided they needed more cushioning and ducked out to raid Goku’s room for his comforter and pillow. When he returned with his pilfered items, he cheerfully ordered Goku to take the pillows while he bunched up the blanket and placed it at the head of the bed.

“Are you sure about the blanket? It doesn’t look comfortable.”

“It’ll be fine. I might want the pillows for later. Even if I don’t, you’re a pipsqueak half pint monkey---”

“Hey!”

“---and if I want to kiss you on the mouth, it’ll be less of a stretch.” Pushing the condoms and lube up higher out of the way, he went to fetch the unused towels from the dresser top beside the day’s earlier shopping and set them in place. “Pillows.”

Goku wordlessly handed them to him, and he set one on top of the bunched up blanket and set the other aside for later. Standing back, he pulled the towel from his shoulders and draped it over the seat of the desk’s chair. Movement behind him indicated Goku was removing his towel, and he reached for the one knotted around his own hips. He hung it over one corner of the chair, leaving the other side free for another towel, and sat on the bed before looking at Goku.

He was holding the swath of terrycloth in his hands still, head turning as he searched for a place to hang it.

“There’s a free corner on the chair.”

The gold eyed youth looked at the chair, gave a positive noise and flung the towel over the space that had been reserved for it. Then he turned and stepped up to Gojyo, carefully placing his hands on the kappa’s broad shoulders while his hands came to rest on his young lover’s hips. “I’m ready.”

Crimson locked with gold, and in a strangely choreographed movement between them, they moved to kiss each other. Heat ignited between them almost right away but Gojyo fought to keep it from going there so fast, struggled to keep the kisses light and sweet. But Goku wasn’t cooperating, and the little moan of frustration he finally let out against Gojyo’s lips was his undoing. Shifting his hold so he had an arm slung around both his waist and hips, he lifted him in his arms as he rose to his feet as he gave in and crushed his mouth against Goku’s. The kappa swallowed a half squeak of surprise and approval as he did so, strong slender arms sliding around his neck and clinging as the youth wrapped his legs loosely around his hips. Turning and placing a knee on the bed, he leaned down and placed his burden down, half propped up against the blanket and pillow, as they did their best to kiss each other senseless. The legs wrapped around him dropped to the bed, and he freed his arms to slid one under one knee and lift, thumb searching for the pulse there just under the skin and rubbing teasingly while he leaned his weight on his other hand.

Goku finally pulled away with a gasp, eyes wide and dazed as he huffed harshly and demanded, “What are doing to my knee? It feels like--- like---“

Gojyo shifted his full weight onto the bed as he trailed moist, panting kisses across his jaw and under, to the pulse situated there. “It’s a pulse point, like the one here.” Scraping his teeth over it and soothing it with his tongue as the form beneath him shivered, he chuckled softly. “Too much?”

“No. I think I like it.” Leaning up and away from the lips against his throat, he pressed his mouth against the kappa’s right shoulder above him and trailed down his collarbone, alternately kissing and licking. “I like most of the stuff you do to me.”

“You liked me touching you like I did earlier, right? Do you think you could stand that after a bit of fooling around? Or would it be too much?” His thumb pressing against the ligament and bone for a moment before smoothing into the bend of the joint, the skin satin to his touch, crimson eyes closed for a moment to savor the lips moving against his throat as he tilted his head back slightly. Then Gojyo moved his head and his eyes slid down the wiry body beneath him to study the half erection growing thicker and firmer there between slender thighs. His own flesh was reacting to being so close to his lover, even if they had done nothing more than exchange kisses up to this point.

“I don’t know. I just know that--- I want you to touch me. I want you inside me.” Fingers slid through the hair at the nape of his neck and traced tiny patterns against his skin.

He leaned down and kissed Goku slowly before pulling back. “Then we’ll include the stretching as part of it.” Pulling away and sitting up on his shins, he reached for the lubricant bottle and peeled the safety plastic from the flip top. Goku drew his knees up, blushing a little, and crossed his arms over his abdomen. Gojyo laughed and asked, “Why are you getting shy now?”

“I just am,” He mumbled, glancing away from the redhead . His eyes snapped back when he heard the bottle flip open, and he watched as the water based gel was piled neatly on the kappa’s longest finger of his dominant hand.

“Open your legs for me, Goku.” His voice had gone too soft again, he realized as he set the tube within easy reach. The knees pressed together slowly parted and relaxed, legs sliding down a few inches. Using his free hand, he gripped one buttock and separated them as the other hand unerringly found what it was looking for.

Goku jumped and hissed. “That’s cold!”

“It’ll warm up.” Finger circling the hidden rosebud, he released his hold on the brunet’s backside and leaned forward to kiss him on the shoulder. Then he moved to his mouth and kissed him slowly until gold eyes fluttered shut and the flower began to bloom beneath his touch once again. Goku pulled away and opened his eyes, hips arching restlessly.

“Gojyo? Hurry up.”

“Be patient. This is going to take a few minutes and a lot of lube.” Kissing his cheek, he sat back and pulled his hand away from the other’s body. The youth sighed as he watched him reach for and apply more lubricant, but spread his legs further in anticipation when Gojyo made to return. Goku didn’t hiss at the coolness of the gel this time when his slicked fingers touched him, and as he slid his fingertip against the pucker, it slipped in, pressing cool lubricant against heated velvet.

Leaning forward on his other hand, he scattered kisses across Goku’s chest and swiped his tongue over hardened nubs as he worked to coax open the second sphincter. Hard hands touched his shoulders, then slid into his hair and stroked his scalp soothingly, small breaths beginning to sound from the throat above him. Reaching forward, he pressed a kiss against that throat then leaned back. Gojyo stroked the thigh with in reach, fingertips dancing over velvety skin. “You still with me?”

“Ah.”

He waited for the monkey to open his eyes and look at him. “Listen to me, okay? You can feel what I’m doing; we have to get your body to open. There are technically two sphincters located here, and the main things we have to open up. The one on the outside you can control to a point; the second one is on the inside next to it and you can’t control it. That’s where I am now. Then I’m going to stretch you a little at a time until you’re ready for me to enter you.”

Goku’s body was steadily opening now, and he pressed as much of the lubricant as he could inside as he still had on his fingers. Then he reached for the bottle again without pulling out. Gojyo looked up at his face as he did so. A light flush was growing on the monkey’s face as he panted lightly, and his hands were clenched beside his shoulders as though in an effort to keep from reaching out “It’s okay. Just hold on.”

He received a short nod in return. “ Good. You have to be gentle here. About half the nerves in your backside are right here. That means it can either feel really good or hurt like hell.”

Pulling his finger out just enough to recoat it, he began pressing on the walls as he applied the gel inward. He felt the urge to hurry. Goku’s silence was beginning to worry him. The monkey was fairly quiet when they were together, but he definitely made more noise than this.

Pausing to apply more lubricant to his finger, he allowed some to fall on his index finger. When he slid his longest finger inside, he attempted that one, too, and was rewarded after a moment of coaxing and stretching. Goku’s insides clenched around the digits suddenly, his hips arching sharply off the bed as he cried out, head thrown back.

“Goku!” Dropping the bottle and leaning forward, he grasped his shoulder and squeezed slightly. “Did I hurt you?”

A hand like a manacle clamped onto his wrist. “N---no. It’s just f---frustrating. I want--- to touch you… and I can’t. ”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Gojyo shifted on his knees until he was straddling Goku’s left leg and carefully lowered himself to lye against his side. The grip on his wrist and fingers loosened as the kappa pressed his lips against his lover's ribs. “Better?”

His wrist was released and fingers slid through his hair. “Ah.”

Gojyo took one second to think about how hard Goku had tightened around his fingers and shuddered before he resumed his previous actions. Gradually splaying his fingers as he worked, he thought about the best way to get the third finger done. The monkey was missing their previous interactions, even if he was hard, his erection jutting proud and unashamed from the coarse dark curls of his groin. Maybe that was why he had been seeking the kappa out so often lately; he wanted to touch and be touched. The idea was so obvious he was surprised that he had missed it. Gojyo himself liked physical contact with others; why wouldn't Goku be the same way if given the chance?

An idea occurred to the redhead, one that would fulfill both needs, and he leaned up and over Goku on his elbow, mouth trailing across his chest to lick and bite at the other nipple. He earned a moan for his trouble, and he smiled before closing his mouth over the protrusion and sucking, tongue flickering over the flap tip. Two arms wrapped around his neck as the brunet whimpered, and reluctantly he opened his mouth and moved further down, alternating teeth with tongue and lips as he went. The kappa paused to sit a bit more, then worshipped the sensitive spot just under Goku’s navel. Two fingers in to the hilt, and as wide as I can get them with him being so tight. Time to see if he’ll last through a few tricks.

Sitting back almost all the way, he avoided the thick, flushed cock before him and went lower, running his tongue over the sensitive, curves of his sac. Goku thrashed beneath him, panting much harder now, and he stopped and pulled away while finding the bottle he’d dropped earlier and slicking his fingers. The first two went in easily, and after a second or two, so did the third. Feeling triumphant, he planted one hand by Goku’s hip and dipped his head to trace the veins up the underside of his erection. A low, loud moan was abruptly cut off, and he looked up as he reached the head.

Goku had slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle himself.

“Goku, let me hear you.”

The hand came down. “But Hakkai and Sanzo are here.”

Crimson eyes narrowed, and he deliberately fingered the sweet spot he’d been avoiding the entire time. Goku arched off the bed with a cry. A purr of satisfaction threaded through his voice as he spoke to his young lover. “To hell with them. When we’re fucking, I want to hear you, Goku, no matter who is on top or bottom. I want to know if you like what I’m doing or not; I want to hear you moan and scream.”

Taking the engorged head of his cock into his mouth, Gojyo sucked hard, tasting the bitter beginnings of salty pearls. There was a resultant whimper and groan, and he almost choked when Goku’s hips bucked mindlessly. Pulling back as he hastily opened his mouth, a pearl dropped on his tongue, and he realized that even though he had stopped the prostrate massage, his fingers were moving steadily inside the gold eyed youth. He’s ready, but I wanted to use more lube first…

Gojyo put the bottle of lubricant into play once more, pressing it almost against the delicate entrance as he piled more of the gel on his fingers and slid them inside. Keeping an eye on Goku’s face as he added the extra lube, he found himself pleased with the expression on the monkey’s face. Flushed, eyes half lidded and lips parted as he panted loudly now, need and frustration played alternately over his features. His hands were dug tightly into the sheet. His body trembled ever so slightly.

His own body, ignored all the way up this point, was beginning to ache in protest, most especially his erection. It hadn’t been shown any love at all, and the brushes against his lover’s body just didn’t do the trick. If anything, they reminded it of someone who had been very, very nice to it. Quite frankly, little Gojyo was more than ready to go. A few more minutes, damn it. Just a few more minutes…

Everything was as smooth and slick as he could make at it; now he just had to make the monkey comfortable and then gear up himself. The red head carefully slid his fingers from Goku’s body and kept his smile of satisfaction to himself when the monkey moaned in protest. He grabbed a towel and wiped his hands. “Time for the pillow, monkey.”

The youth growled, reached up and shoved the blanket and pillow out from under his head. “Finally!”

“What the hell, monkey?”

“I didn’t like the blanket!”

“Fine. Hand me the other pillow.” Picking up the pillow within distance, Gojyo waited to acquire both before patting Goku’s hip. “Lift up. The pillows and a towel are going under you.”

“What for?” The brunet youth lifted his hips obediently.

“Better angle.” Sliding them under, he grabbed the towel and spread it under Goku’s hips as well.

“You’re making it too complicated and you’re taking too long.”

“How?” He picked up the lubricant, piled some in the palm of his hand and smoothed it over his erection. It felt so good he almost couldn't suppress a moan. “This is your first time, Goku. What, I’m supposed to mess that up? Like hell.” Wiping his hands again, he grabbed the condoms and ripped one out of its package. “We have time. Be patient, damn it. We’ll figure out what we don’t need later.”

Why the hell are we arguing right now? Shit. He was aware of Goku wiggling around on his elbows but refused to look up to see what he was actually doing. Instead he concentrated on unrolling the cream colored shield over his flesh properly. For some reason, his hands were shaking just the tiniest bit.

“Gojyo? Thanks.” Two sets of eyes met and clung to each other for a long moment. For the first time in a while, Gojyo felt that something inside him going soft again, just melting in a puddle of sugary goo like a piece of chocolate. Somewhere in the back of his mind he had thought that particular reaction had finally stopped, but it seemed that it had not. If anyone finds out, I’m so screwed. “You’re welcome.”

Breaking eye contact was hard, but he did it. “I guess we can loose the pillows. It’ll help just as much if my knees are under you.”

Goku leaned back, reached underneath himself and pulled the pillows out as Gojyo scooted closer. Fielding the task of righting the towel, the redhead took the opportunity to slide his hands under the brunet’s backside. With a little help, he lifted the other’s hips and wedged his knees underneath him, Goku’s legs curving around him loosely. Crimson eyes flickered to gold, which blinked in consent. Breathing deeply, Gojyo grasped the lubricant bottle one last time and got enough out to fill his palm. He slicked it over his length from the tip down, teeth biting into his bottom lip, then grasped his flesh near the head and positioned himself at the place prepared just for him. Pushing in slowly, his heart kicked like a mule in his chest and then didn’t stop as his erection was slowly enveloped in a tight heat, the artificial slickness and stretching easing the way.

His name was breathed out as that tight heat moved around him, and he looked up. Goku had his back ached, head thrown back, mouth wide as he panted slowly and deeply. His hands had found a use for the blanket after all, visibly clenching in its folds above him.

“How do you feel? Good or bad?” He slid in a little more and a moan escaped them both.

“Good.”

Grunting in acknowledgement, he pushed in a bit more before pressing on Goku’s lower abdomen with his dry hand. They didn’t have far to go. His cock was almost as far in as it could go inside that tight sheath. As soon as he was done, he could check on his lover properly, too. Taking that final inch, he felt the tip of his erection brush the inner wall, and he sighed silently and leaned forward over Goku. “Monkey? How do you feel?”

The legs curved around him tightened, folding around his hips. Slowly, his back slumped from its arch, and closed lids opened to reveal limpid, molten gold as his mouth closed to swallow visibly. “It feels okay. But you’re really big. I wasn't really expecting that. I don't think we can move.”

“We can move. Just wait a bit to get used to it.” Settling his weight on one hand, he arched a little himself to kiss Goku’s mouth The other hand he wrapped around the erection pressed against his abdomen and stroked. Hips jerking, the youth breathed out a groan that the red head took advantage of, slipping his tongue inside and tracing the inside of the other's mouth. For a moment Goku accepted the intimate kiss, but then jerked his head away with a gasp. His hand grabbed Gojyo's wrist with an iron grip. "Stop! Too much!"

Tightening his grasp for a moment before releasing him, Gojyo gripped the used towel with his hand to remove any lubricant still present before interlacing his hand with Goku's. Then he shifted his knees wider for better stability as he rested his forehead against the mattress above Goku's shoulder. They both were panting heavily, and a fine film of perspiration had broken out across their overheated skin. One small hard hand grasped his shoulder, and turning his head, he trailed a shaky line of kisses down Goku's temple and against his ear as he closed his eyes. The heated clench around his erection was slowly driving away his control, a small part of him desperately arguing with his instinct to move.

(Want him now. Move.)

((Wait.))

(Move now. Want him.)

((Wait until the monkey's ready.)

(NOW.)

((WAIT.))

His hips flexed in response, almost a jerk, and Goku hissed and tensed up. The wonderful heat clenched more tightly around him, and the red head tightened his grip on the brunet's hand as a helpless, low groan rumbled up from his throat.

"Gojyo?"

"S---sorry. Almost lost it there." He gritted out.

The form that encased his own vibrated silently. Then muscles tightened and clamped down on his cock, dragging another sound from him. It sounded suspiciously like a whimper to his own ears. Warm air tickled his earlobe and a voice spoke softly. "Do it, Gojyo. Move."

It took a second to understand what had been said, and then he pulled back a little and reset his weight onto one elbow and a hand. Lifting himself just above Goku, he rocked back about an inch then forward again. Despite the slickness of the gel and condom, their flesh tugged at each other in a delicious, boarder line painful friction. It was hard to go slowly, to move back and forth a shallow inch at a time, especially with Goku’s legs cautiously pulling his hips closer as he pushed forward inside him. Beneath him, his lover’s eyes were closed, mouth panting moistly with the heaving of his chest between soft sounds that made no sense. The tip of his erection was sliding against his abdomen, leaving a wet trail across his skin.

Arching his back, Gojyo covered the distance it took to reach the other’s mouth and kissed him softly. The moment called for it. Goku tilted his chin, offering his lips, and he took the invitation by kissing him languidly. All the urgency and nervousness had vanished for them. They were both where they wanted to be, Gojyo reflected hazily, even if he himself had seemed reluctant and had offered Goku an out at nearly every opportunity.

Goku opened his eyes the barest amount as he broke the kiss, molten eyes shining. “Gojyo? I like it.”

“Good.” His mouth brushed a kiss on the tip of his nose as his hips began working at increasing speed and depth. “Tell me if we need to stop.”

“Don’t stop.” Goku whispered, eyes closing again.

Dropping his head down so that their temples touched, Gojyo nodded as he concentrated on working in and out of the brunet’s body, each pull and thrust just a little longer than the last until finally it was just the head of his cream covered shaft inside.

Fuck, I need more leverage. I can keep from going too deep like this but it won’t be as fun. Growling, he turned Goku’s hand loose and fumbled for a pillow. Bunching it accidentally as he shoved it under Goku and against his knees, he shifted until the other’s weight was on the pillow and he could adjust his knees despite the legs tightening around him. Lifting his head up he caught sight of gold eyes looking at him, and he smiled as he reclaimed the rough hand he had dropped. “You’ll see.”

Sinking slowly into his body, eyes still locked together, he began with what his lover was used to at this point: slow and steady. But each time he thrust in, Gojyo made it a little different, a little faster and a little stronger until only whimpers and groans were falling from Goku’s mouth and his hips were lifting to receive him, guided by some instinct. The needy moans stumbling out of his own mouth he couldn’t help. “Goku…”

Lids fluttered in a blink, only two words discernable from all that his lips. “Want you.”

Gojyo’s mind snapped. Eyes closing, his hips surged forward and Goku cried out beneath him, sounding half startled and half pleased. He gasped out an apology but didn’t stop, only the barest thread of self control keeping him from trying to totally bury himself inside Goku. He wouldn’t fit and Goku would be hurting if he did, the latter most unacceptable.

Goku was still moving with him, still keeping up with his pace and meeting each thrust. His legs pulled him closer with every advance, and his insides clutched at Gojyo’s erection with every retreat. Crimson eyes opening, he stared down at his face, the tightly closed eyes, then moved to kiss him quickly, for a moment mentally damning the fact that Goku was so much shorter than him. It was putting a crick in his back and neck to kiss him.

Lips moved against his, and he realized the tight sheath encasing him was getting tighter. Goku was too far gone in their actions to see that he was going to climax soon, immersed in the sensations rocking him. His own body was beginning to tremble. We lasted longer than I thought we would. Putting all his weight onto his elbow, he reached down between them and grasped his lover’s neglected erection, slick with lubricant and salty fluids. There was a hoarse shout, and when his hand began pumping it became even louder. Goku’s fingers tightened on his hand and shoulder. That luscious heat clamped down on his erection, and he thrust hard into it as he placed his mouth near the other’s ear. “I want you, too.”

He writhed beneath him, the yells giving way to almost-as-loud moans. He’s fighting it…

“Goku, let go. Come for me.”

The thrashing grew worse. Fuck, we both need to! Don’t fight!

“You’re so hot, so tight inside--- I’m not going to last much longer. Goku, let go and come for me.”

From the corner of his eye, sable lashes trembled as an indecipherable cry wretched from the youth’s throat. Lifting up enough he could see the other’s ultimate expression, he kept his tone as soft as possible.

“You’ve got me, lover, I’m here. And I’ve got you.”

Goku screamed as his orgasm ripped through him, clasping Gojyo as close as possible with his entire body. Dripping heat spilled over the kappa’s hand, and the caressing shudders wrapped around his cock forced Gojyo to join him. He didn’t know if he screamed out or not. One minute he could feel his orgasm coming like a wave and the next he was barely lucid, feeling as if he was waking from a dream. They both were still panting, still shivering. Remembering the wetness on his fingers, he lifted his hand from where it now rested on the brunet’s abdomen and licked the salty drops away as he tried to sort out his body. He was still buried as far as he could go inside his lover, who still had a fierce grip on him, legs locked around him. Their hands were still firmly interlaced, and he opened his eyes to look at Goku.

He looks totally blissed out. His lips sought out the nearest piece of monkey and buzzed him on the crown of his head. I’ve got to be crushing him, though. I need to move.

Forcing himself to move through a show of will, he encountered problems with the legs wrapped around him; they didn’t want to let go. Reluctantly, he released the one hand he still clutched and coaxed them to slide down around him. Then he sat up enough to put his knees under him, grasped his slowly softening erection, the latex crinkling under his fingers, and slowly pulled out. The brunet youth keened as he did so, hips arching and body clutching at his length. The condom was clean, no blood or anything else marring its moist sheen, for which he breathed a sigh of relief. I was afraid I might have hurt him a few times.

He tossed it in the trash can beside the bed and looked down at Goku. Even sex hadn’t taken away that aura of innocence he carried. A random smear at the brunet’s navel caught his attention, and he slid down and cleaned it off with a lap of his tongue. A shudder ran through the skin under his mouth, and he sat back. He pulled the pillow from under him ,smoothed it and set it aside. Then he gently wiped Goku down with the towel under the other’s hips before removing it. Using a corner to clean himself off, he tossed it on the floor by the bed. It was joined by the condoms and the tube of lubricant after he found them. Then he forced himself off the bed to open the window, which he had meant to do before they started. His knees, shaky at best, weren’t happy and threatened to give out. A cool breeze wafted in as he ignored them and turned away. The kappa shoved the extra blanket in the corner of the bed out of the way to place the pillows side by side at the bed's head. Resting one knee on the bed, he spoke softly. “Goku? Scoot over and lay your head on the pillow.”

The monkey slowly complied until he was resting on the inside pillow facing Gojyo. The red haired kappa laid down on the other one, and his knees cheered. Heads and faces finally even, their eyes peered at each other. “How do you feel, monkey?”

“Good. Better than good.” An unexpected yawn interrupted him. “But I wanted to touch you more. I like touching you.”

“Mm.” Wiggling closer, Gojyo kissed him. Familiar hands touched the kappa's chest, mapping out the textures, and the next few moments found them languorously getting back what had been missed. The touches and kisses, rather than being sexual, were reassuring and affirming. That’s when the redhead realized he had missed it, too--- the intimacy between them brought on by simple touch.

Goku kissed him a final time then rested his head back down. “I’m tired.”

Sliding his arm under his waist, Gojyo pulled him against his own chest as he flipped on his back. “Better?”

“Yes. Night, Gojyo.” And he was out like a light.

“Night, monkey.” He pulled the blanket over them both and closed his eyes. Behind his lids, Goku’s mouth opened as he screamed, eyes wide and cat pupil-ed, sexual satisfaction washing over his flushed face and down his throat in a wave of corded muscles and tense tendons. Sighing, the kappa took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of clean earth.
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TBC...

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For my reviewers! >smooch< Forgive me for not being polite. I'm just a little tired. And sorry for being late! ~ Q.

greengal48: Thank you for the 10 enjoyment factor!The characters is what makes Saiyuki so cool, in my opinion. I'm happy that you're enjoying the story and think it's well written. I hope it only gets better. I'm trying to keep them in character, even though (I think, anyway) that they are doing out of character things. I will always let you and the others reading my fiction be the judges on that front. As for which way it's going to go, I don't know anymore than y'all do. The muse hands over the notes, cracks the whip and I jump to her merry little tune. I hope you enjoy this chapter, but it will be redone once I hear back from my beta. I think it can only get better that way.

EriK aka Poe: Thank you! I don't know about making Goku into lust material, though. So far this is just something... different? I honestly don't know how to describe my own fic! lol Anyway, here you go. The beta-ed edition will be up as soon as possible, okay?

Ryoko-onee: Thank you for the 10 overall! Thank you and Thank you; I'm trying to keep it as close as I can. You're welcome about the fic. Maybe we should start a game of 'Where on the Internet are all the Gojyo/Goku Fics'? lol I'll do my best.

Devil_n_Blue: Haha, I get it. The beta-ed version will be up as soon as possible, okay? ^_^

Manga Child420: Calm side--- calm side gooooooood... I'm happy you liked it, and I think it's a total compliment if you print it out. Thank you! Here's the unbeta-ed version for now, and later I'll switch it when I hear from Akaru. How's that?

M.T: Warm and fuzzy is good. :D

TenshiKaitou: Yes, it's unexpected, but at the same time, Gojyo's expecting Goku to move on to someone else in the end, and that someone might be a girl for all he knows. Gojyo wouldn't let him go out like that, at least, I don't think he would. Here you go; edited version coming soon!

Julie: You're welcom, and thank you! For all of it; that's a huge compliment, especially on top of hearing that you printed it out. That is a big compliment on it's own! I hope my fiction contiues to please. Ah, I'm all floaty again~!:D

NyteDancer: *holds out tissues* An excuse for a foursome? *pulls out memo pad and pen * I'll forward it to the muse. Enjoy!

Devious Lil Devil: >glomp< I'm fine, just busy! And tired. How about you? lol Ah, Gojyo and Goku--- no relationship starts off beautifully and theirs was a bickering one to begin with. And since my muse tends to be mean, nothing is likely to go smoothly for them for very long, even if it's just a minor thing. The stuff on anal sex--- it's out there. Like the truth, only with lube and condoms. I think Gojyo would know about it no matter what, and that he would pass that knowledge on in such a situation besides the fact that it's the monkey. It's all with trying to keep things in character even if they're doing stuff that isn't. (yawn) I've a little ways to go, so I'll see you, okay? Bye, Devi! ^_^ (Is it okay for me to do that to your name? Ah, sorry!)

Nissie: Thank you so much! Don't worry about the review; I understand. ^_~ Here's the latest, and when I get the beta-ed version, I'll post it, ne?

Atocha: Here; the betaed version will be up as soon as possible. It IS a hard to find pairing; it makes that silly idea of reporting in all the Gojyo/Goku fics look like a good idea. But who would we report to? I'm trying hard for in-character people, and I'm glad it shows. Thanks!

Yhitzak: Cookies! Double chocolate chip and cranberry walnut, right? Yay! Thank you! The anatomy and hygiene is something I think Gojyo would know about, and since the information is available, I see no reason not to use it. Also, I'm certain all of my readers are cool, savy people who would also know this stuff, and would be fully justified in calling me or anyone else on it. One fact, though; it is possible to stimulate the prostrate by caressing between the outer sphincter and the testicle sac on the outside of the body. What that area is called, I forget, but... oh well. I'll remember later. >_< Thanks to good criticism, I like to think I've gotten a bit better at writing and hopefully will continue to do so as we go. Either way, I'll try my best!

Grace Musica: Here you go! Ah, I guess you know the drill by now about the beta-ed edition. lol. Thank you very much; lovers don't normally speak to each other like that, no, but then Gojyo and Goku aren't our normal lovers. I keep meaning to go read 'The Lovers' but never seem to get there. I kind of like the idea that the story concept represents. ^_^

Kiaya: I'm happy you love my fiction- it makes me floaty! It's okay to be crazy. I know I am. It's fun! LOL. Seeing them as a couple... I was reading number... eh. The one where they're in the desert; and listening to Kingdom Hearts 'Simple and Clean'. I think that might be the point that started it, on the pages where Goku's trying to do Gojyo's bandages. I don't know if that makes any sense, but there it is. Thank you, and I hope I continue to please.
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Good night, everyone! See you! ~ Q