Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Teaching Goku ❯ Nice Kiss ( Chapter 10 )

Title: Teaching Goku: Nice Kiss

 

Author: Quirk othe Trade

 

Category: Fan fiction

 

Genre: Yaoi, lemon, angst romance

 

Pairings: Gojyo/Goku, implied Hakkai/Sanzo

 

Rating: Adult, or mature minds

 

Warnings: Implied violence, Gojyo/Goku togetherness, Sanzo stealing a kiss.

 

Disclaimers: I don't own Saiyuki, someone else does, and I don't make any monies off of this, though I do try to give them as much of my money as possible so that they who do own it will make more.

 

Archived: aff.net, MediaMiner.Org, coming soon to FanFictionNow

 

C&CC: Always; thank you in advance! quirkothetrade@yahoo.com

 

A/N:Tah-dah! This was supposed to be the second half of chapter nine. To everyone who has given their opinions, thank you so very much! Oh, and I found her notes! My muse IS planning something wicked, though I think it's for the angst. >rubs at big bruise on back of head< I don't think she's actually going to break up couples, but she is going to make them bleed some. I can now write 'angst' in under 'genre' with confidence! And for the record, my Muse has it plotted out first one way, then another way. I don't really like the other way, so I'm aiming for the first way; one of the reasons opinions were asked for was to reassure the Muse of which way would be more acceptable for the fiction. By the way, most everyone seems to want to keep the couples as is. ^_^ Since this is coming out the same month as chapter nine, I'm skipping the tally of hits, though as always, it's climbed higher. Thank you all so much!

 

Beta: As of yet, unbeta-ed.

 

Synopsis: Some dinner after the movie, Gojyo/Goku togetherness, and a curious thievering Sanzo towards the end.

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"That wasn't too bad," Sanzo said grudgingly as they exited from the theater to the lobby amid the general chaos of people. Goku darted ahead to open the door, and they filed out the door.

 

Gojyo kept his mouth shut as he brought up the rear, studying the other two adults over twenty. Hakkai was leading them again, back toward the square, with an amicable smile on his face, and Sanzo was puffing contentedly on his first cigarette out of the cinema. (What the hell was Sanzo so stressed about that Hakkai would be willing to sleep with him over?)

 

"Where shall we eat? The usual place, or shall we try somewhere new?" Hakkai asked.

 

"Let's go to the usual place! The food's good, and I always get full!" Goku exclaimed.

 

"Besides, it'll be easier to roll the monkey home," Gojyo added, starting off a round of arguing. By the time they passed through the square and actually reached the right street, Gojyo and Goku had engaged in at least five shoving matches, three glaring contests, and an ignoring match in between their usual verbal disagreements. Sanzo utilized his gun at least three times, once for when Gojyo was accidentally shoved into him by Goku, twice when the bickering got on his nerves, and used the harisen liberally in between. Hakkai laughed at them and scratched Jeep under the chin while staying clear of all interaction.

 

As they neared the tavern, the red head noticed that the mass of people had changed, the gossips gone but people still crowding the way to the door. Their slowed considerably; Hakkai's use of 'excuse me' gave him no results. Gojyo edged tried edging through them to no avail, neither his height nor his elbows gaining him any ground, just glares. All the muttering around him indicated only one goal on the natives' minds, and that was to get past the front door.

 

"Everyone get lost!" A voice shrilled over the crowd. "You've got your duties, go do them! Paying customers only! Get! There will be news tomorrow!" The crowd began thinning reluctantly and slowly, but cleared almost instantly when a gun blast was fired off into air. "I SAID GET!"

 

Without the mass of people standing between them and the doorway, they could clearly see a tired-looking, scowling Mei with a shotgun in her hands. The scowl relaxed as she saw the travelers standing there. Disappearing inside, she said over her shoulder, "Hey there. Come on in."

 

"Hey. I take it back. Are we sure we want to eat here?" Looking over at the others, the red head arched an eyebrow and jerked his head toward the door. "I'm not so sure I want to eat where I might get shot at."

 

Hakkai laughed at him. "But Gojyo, that can happen where ever you eat anyway. Ne, Sanzo?"

 

There were two answering snorts and a snicker, and the other three followed the green eyed man inside.

 

People lined the walls and crowded the tables and bar, most with a drink in their hands at the very least. Mei was pausing beside a table on the outside, the shot gun stock tucked under her elbow. She banged a fist down on the table surface. "Move it! We've got real paying customers."

 

The men and women seated there moved with only a grumble, and the others taking up space made room for them at tables and along the walls. The red haired woman turned to them, and patted the table. "Here. The waiter will be along shortly with a menu. I'll get you a tea tray and some buns."

 

"I thought it was against regulations to use firearms within the city limits without a combat situation." The blond looked blandly at her with his droopy violet eyes, and Gojyo honestly couldn't tell if Sanzo was teasing, chastising or merely commenting. With Sanzo, one would never know.

 

"The regulations can kiss my backside. Everything's been crazy since at least two-thirty last night, and I'm fucking tired of it."

 

"Where's the young lady who regularly waits on us? Does she have the day off?" Hakkai asked as they took their seats at the circular table, the smile on his face implying he was trying to change the subject to a less stressful one. Still perched on his shoulder, Hakuryu craned his neck as he looked around curiously before jumping lightly to the table's surface.

 

"No." With that brisk answer, the barkeep vanished into the kitchen.

 

"My, was it something I said?"

 

"Nah, it's because she's tired. She as good as said she was involved in whatever that was that went on last night." Tilting back on his chair's legs, Gojyo fished out a cigarette but didn't light it, settling for simply having it clenched between his lips. "She looks like one of those worrier types, too, you know, so that doesn't help any."

 

A waiter stalked through the kitchen door with a bundle of menus clutched between his hands, scowling. He was a young man dressed in the usual waitress's apron, which wasn't really frilly but didn't exactly look nice on him either, especially as he was dressed underneath that in navy and black clothing that looked better suited to menacing general populaces rather than serving food. His dark hair was slicked back from his sharp, angular face into a tiny annoying rat's tail that made Gojyo's fingers itch, just for a moment, for a pair of scissors. There was a fresh bandage across the bridge of his nose, and his face looked pink and tender, his eyebrows singed and patchy.

 

His appearance earning him dark looks and a few hisses from the room, the waiter scowled more fiercely as he skirted around people to their table. He halted beside Sanzo's elbow, counted out menus, and dropped them beside his elbow before turning and heading straight for the kitchen again. The blond frowned, picked up the menu on top and passed the pile to Hakkai seated beside him, who passed them over to the other two men.

 

Gojyo brought his chair down with a click and accepted his. "Cheh. What a prick."

 

"Move, damn it!" Mei's voice rang out, aggravated. Looking up, Gojyo watched people edge out of the way as she hefted a platter burdened with a tea service and a basket of steamed buns. The female red head cursed a blue streak at everyone in her path to the table, and by the time she made it to them and set everything but the buns at Hakkai's elbow, she was red in the face. The buns were set in the middle of the table to Goku's obvious delight, and then she straightened with a sigh.

 

Snagging the first bun from under the monkey's hand, Gojyo ignored Goku's gasp of horror and brandished the bread at her. "All right, where's the little airhead?"

 

"...She's on medical leave. She was involved in last night's... incident. While she recuperates, we have to put up with that guy." Her tone indicated exactly what she thought of her waiter.

 

Hakkai, busy with making tea, slanted a glance up at her. "We're sorry to hear that."

 

"Ah." Hakuryu tugged on a fold of her dress then mewled up at her, and she clicked her tongue. "I knew I forgot something. I'll tell the idiot to bring it when he comes." Moving away, she took the tray back to the kitchen then went back to the bar. The waiter followed her out, a notepad and a pen in one hand, a smaller tray with a dipping bowl filled with water balanced in one hand and came back for their order. It took a long time as he was inexperienced at taking food orders, but the food was served promptly, the cook alerted as to whom had entered the restaurant as soon as Mei has gone to fetch the tea service.

 

Gojyo eyed Sanzo sipping the first cup of tea from under his lashes as the first round of dishes was being set out. The monk seemed to be in a fairly good humor considering he'd been dragged out to see a movie- something he was not prone to do or like- and taking into account the conversation they'd had just before that. (Whatever it was that brought him and Hakkai together has to be extreme or something, like that rain thing. I bet that's why they always seemed so wrapped up in each other. I sure as hell can't tell that they aren't a couple- they sure seem like one to me. More importantly, what do I tell the monkey? 'Hey, I talked to Hakkai and Sanzo today, and they're just having sex, so they don't want us to treat them as a pair.'? That's not just wrong, it's also stupid. I mean, they feel like a couple to me. Hakkai wouldn't willingly touch anyone else, and neither would Sanzo, so doesn't that make them a couple, if they're only having sex with each other?)

 

Brooding over the question of 'aren't they or not?' the red head refrained from tormenting Goku on the simple basis that there was too much to think about. Besides, the monkey was technically still recovering from last night, and it wouldn't hurt to give him a break. (Not that he seems to be having trouble moving around. He sure recovered quick for a first time. Then again, he's always been resilient.) Accepting a bowl of rice from Hakkai, he began loading his plate from the serving dishes. When it came down to the last dumpling between himself and Goku in the divide up, he dropped the piece of food on the gold eyed brunet's plate without a word.

 

Gold eyes widened in shock, and the red head shoved two spring rolls into his own mouth, mumbled out 'I accept this food' and rolled his eyes away before he could react to the smile he could see beginning to crinkle the corners of his lover's mouth. There was a tap against his foot from beside him that he ignored, and he chewed slowly before swallowing, then reached for his untouched tea cup. Two colorful gazes were sharp on them, and the table was absolutely silent except for the sound of chewing and the tapping of utensils against dishes. Jeep seemed to be quite interested in his food, head buried in the dish.

 

"I'm back!"

 

All sound in the room ceased for a heartbeat, then exploded in a roar of welcome as everyone's attention turned to the door. The absent waitress stood there flanked by the Lin siblings, smiling. Sporting two black eyes, she was dressed in a bright orange western style sundress and black slippers, a charm bag on a yellow cord around her neck and a small oxygen tank slung over one shoulder, the mask dangling at her hip. Her left knee was firmly wrapped, and her right arm was encased in a matching orange cast from hand to elbow, a folded fan tucked between her torso and broken arm. The braided buns were gone, and would be for some time; the dark strands had been cut in a bang-less bob, fine baby hairs waving over her forehead.

 

The twins scowled from either side and inched closer to her as the noise crashed down around the room and people began to move toward them. Then shots were being fired, and Lok was glaring at the silent, suddenly still room, semi automatic handguns clutched in either hand. One was pointed at a ceiling beam, the other aimed at the nearest person who dared to step toward them. "Xian just got out of hospital with orders to go straight to bed. She's going to bed. Everyone can see her later. Now fuck off."

 

Blinking, the young woman in question raised her good hand to her mouth and inhaled before coughing a little.

 

One brave, stupid soul waved a hand. "But, we want to see her do it. You know, the fan thing?"

 

"Is that all?" Xian asked, and took the fan from the crook of her elbow with her left hand while ignoring the growls from her escort. Unfurling it with a snap, she drew her arm sideways then threw it at a patch of wall to the left of the fire place that was currently covered by people leaned against the wall. There was a curse or two as people scrambled unnecessarily away, and the fan smacked, high up, into the wall against a fan all ready there. It slid down, paper rattling against paper, and settled in between a set of lower prongs, presenting a matched set of wood and paper fans painted with faded scarlet butterflies that ordinarily went unnoticed on the wall.

 

The second roar, this one of approval, seemed even louder than the pervious one; it made Gojyo's ears ring unpleasantly, and one hand rose to block the ear closest to the fuller side of the room. Beside him, Goku slapped his hands over his ears, chewing non-stop, and Hakkai and Sanzo both flinched, if only a little. The older brunet ducked his head, a hand moving to cup over Hakuryu's head, and the priest rubbed at an ear. The blond's gun was ear-splittingly loud, especially in close quarters, but the noise rising up from so many throats was much louder and fed on itself because no one wanted to stop. Clapping, foot stomping and table pounding just added to the effect.

 

On some invisible cue, Feng grabbed and tugged Xian sideways to the door to the lobby by the wrist, and the other woman turned to follow her before she was yanked off her feet, feathery hair fluttering against the nape of her neck. Lok backed up slowly, the second gun lowering to level at the general room as well as he followed them. The noise faded down but not away as they left, and as soon as they were out of sight and the coast was clear, the crowd made an orderly dash for the door, carrying the rest of the roar out with them in to the streets.

 

"Bastards," Sanzo hissed, with feeling. Hakkai said nothing to sooth him, staring past Gojyo to the doorway where the crowd had gone with a narrow, considering look.

 

"That's for sure," Mei answered, drawing their attention. She was gazing with disapproval at the rest of the room. Glasses littered every available surface as far as the eye could see. "Bastards. Filthy bastards. I should have taken the opportunity to shoot someone."

 

"Shouldn't you go check on her? Since the little fluff head just got out of the hospital." Gojyo asked. "She looked like she got the shit beat out of her."

 

The waiter, emerging from the kitchen with a platter loaded with steaming dishes, snorted. "She won last night, thank you very much. She's just fine."

 

"Shut up, Ping. You've made your bed, now lie in it. Start cleaning up." The red haired woman picked up a tray from behind the bar and began loading it with used glasses. "Xian can wait. She's taken worse. Besides, instead of putting her foot up her opponent's ass, she was nice and let the battle draw out until he had wasted most of his energy before she knocked him out."

 

Ping, setting the last dish on the table, flushed an unpleasant red.

 

"You're just angry she took a beating instead of handing it out." Lok stood in the lobby door way, nodding over his shoulder at something before looking at her. "Don't look at it as losing face, but gaining it. Xian proved a lot out there. She really is worthy to be the brigadier general."

 

"Don't talk down to me, Captain."

 

"Wouldn't dream of it, Major General. She needs food. Is it safe for her to come out, or are you going to eat her?"

 

"...It's fine." Platter burdened with glasses, Mei stalked off to the kitchen.

 

Lok looked at Ping, who had turned away to begin gathering glasses. "Major or not, say or do anything to slight Xian and I'll own you, got it?"

 

"Whatever."

 

The teenager flipped the older man off and disappeared back through the archway.

 

Gojyo turned back to his plate and discovered two spring rolls, one of two manju buns and all of his skewered chicken gone. "You bottomless pit for a brain monkey! What the hell do you think you're doing, stealing off my plate?!"

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"Are you sure, Gojyo?"

 

"Yeah. You and Sanzo can go first on the baths, or however you do it. Just leave the tub filled." Sipping his second beer, the red head set it aside in favor of stretching out on the porch. Above him, the clothes he had forgotten to wash when he got up hung on a drying line under the eaves. "Sanzo's been grumpy anyway since we had that wrestling match at the table. Being an old fart, maybe a hot soak will calm him down."

 

"Ah ha ha." Squatting beside him on the wood planking, Hakkai smiled out at the small dark garden, luminated only by star light, the garden lights unlit. The sky was surprising clear, the Milky Way spilt out for all to see if only one looked up. "I've been meaning to ask; what are you going to tell Goku?"

 

"About you two? I don't know. I thought maybe I'd feel him out about the idea first before blurting it out."

 

"Ah." He didn't say anything more, footsteps padding toward them lightly.

 

"The tub's starting to get full," Sanzo grunted, settling down on Hakkai's free side, back against the frame and one slender, pale foot dangling over the edge of the porch. "Goku's watching it."

 

"Ah, thank you. Did either of you notice tonight- the waitress had no tattooing on her back?"

 

"It doesn't have to be a sign of rank." The blond answered.

 

"It could be just one of those things the soldiers here do." Gojyo seconded, and folded his arms under his head.

 

"She's the brigadier general, and she had no feathers like the rest of her soldiers? Does that really make sense?"

 

"Maybe they're in a different place. Maybe they're on her chest."

 

"That dress exposed some cleavage, Gojyo. Do you honestly think we wouldn't have seen any tattoos?"

 

"Fine, then. Maybe they're on her belly. Or maybe some place even more interesting." Tilting his head, he grinned rakishly at Hakkai, who laughed down at him.

 

"Not everyone thinks like you, damned kappa," Sanzo snorted. "It may simply be that she doesn't need them to denote her ranking. What interests me more is the fact that some of their scouts have returned with the bridge still closed. We may be able to leave in a day or two."

 

"We'll need to gather our usual supplies, then."

 

"Sanzo! The bath's finished filling!" The monkey called from inside, and Hakkai answered him. "Out on the porch, Goku!"

 

Footsteps pounded lightly like a heartbeat through the house, and the younger brunet appeared out of the gloomy hallway, all ready dressed in his pajamas. Making his way to Gojyo's other side, he settled against the other side of the frame, knees curled up against his chest, and announced, "It's done!"

 

"Thank you. We were talking about plans for leaving soon."

 

"For real? The bridge is open?"

 

"Stupid monkey, learn to use your ears." Sanzo grunted. "The gossips were saying there are scouts back. If it's true, it means the bridge will probably be open soon, and we might be able to leave in a couple of days."

 

"Ah!"

 

Gojyo peered past his elbow at his lover. "You're too hyped up for this time of night, monkey."

 

"I'm not hyped up. I'm just in a good mood! My stomach's full, and Hakkai's making rice balls and putting them in the 'fridge for when I get hungry later!"

 

"Hn. Only you would get excited about rice balls." Sanzo rose to his feet and started down the hall. "I'm taking a bath. Anyone who disturbs me will die."

 

Gojyo sat up and picked up his beer for a drink. "Our great and worldly priest gets grumpy around bed time when he hasn't had a proper snooze or a nap time."

 

"I suppose that's true," Hakkai replied. "But last night wasn't very normal, was it, with everything going on."

 

Choking, the red head had to endure being pounded on the back by both brunets. (That wasn't even subtle! Hakkai, you bastard!) Shooting a watery glare at the green eyed man did nothing but elicit a too innocent smile.

 

"A lot of stuff really was going on last night," Goku said over Gojyo's hacking as they continued to slap him. "But I don't understand why our waitress would want to be a brigadier whatever she is when she's a good waitress."

 

"I don't think she actually wants to be one, Goku. It seems it's an inherited position when she reaches a certain age, if I read between the yelling right. If she decides not to give up the position, then she can apparently be challenged and forced to defend it, like she was last night."

 

"Stop, you bastards! Do you think that's funny?!" Jerking away from them and sliding across the floor, he escaped to Sanzo's vacated place and glared, still coughing a bit. "Don't be so rough!"

 

"But you were choking," Goku protested.

 

"Perhaps Sanzo's not the only one tired," Hakkai smiled at Gojyo's snort, and rose to his feet. "The rice should be cool enough now, so I'm going to go finish the last batch of rice balls, if you'll excuse me."

 

"Yeah. I'll be in my room if you need me." Gojyo rose to his feet, beer in hand, and Goku scrambled up to follow them through the house.

 

"So you'll be busy putting the room to rights, ne?"

 

(Damn his old lady instinct.) "Yeah." Chugging down the rest of his beer, he paused to put it in the trash in the kitchen before continuing on. (The monkey's still following... I'll make him help me.)

 

Entering their room, he stopped and winced; Hakkai was being merciful since he hadn't nailed his kappa ass to the wall yet. The desk, chair and lamp needed to be put back into place, the towels that had been hung to dry folded, the ones on the floor toted downstairs to the wash, the condoms and lube stashed back in his bag... and the bed didn't even bear mentioning. "Hey, monkey, fold the towels on the chair and stack them on the dresser by the door while I pick up the floor."

 

"Okay, just get out of the way. I can't get in if you're standing in the doorway."

 

Stepping inside, he let Goku shut the door and knelt on the floor to separate everything out. Trash went in the trash can, soiled towels were pushed to the side, and he gathered up the lubricant bottle and condoms to place them back in his bag after making sure the bottle didn't need wiping off. Standing and moving past Goku, he halted as he stared down at their bags. His own was still flattened with layers of clothing while Goku's bulged slightly and was neatly buckled shut around his stuff. (So he's well trained. Is it from Sanzo or Hakkai?)

 

"What's wrong?" Peering past him, Goku blinked. "What are you looking at?"

 

"Nothing. Just thinking that you're well trained." Kneeling down, he edged the clothing sideways so he could slip the items inside. "But now that I think about it, you've always been rather tidy."

 

"Well, Sanzo wants me to be neat, and Hakkai's always neat. He's always cleaning up after us. Sometimes, he asks me to help him." Goku turned away and set the last folded towel with the others.

 

"And you've got a Hakkai fetish." The thought sparked a tiny thread of jealousy just for a moment before Gojyo squashed it.

 

"I don't have a Hakkai fetish." Moving around the room, Goku picked up the lamp and set it on the bed before jerking the desk and chair back into place. Then he carefully placed the lamp back. "And you're not one talk about Hakkai fetishes. You're always around him, and when you think no one's looking, you LOOK at him."

 

Twisting around, Gojyo stared in disbelief. "What's with that tone? I lived with him for three years, and now we're constantly on the road for Sanzo's pain in the ass mission. How can I not look at him?"

 

Goku put his hands on his hips and scowled down at him. "No, you LOOK at him, like you want him."

 

"...What the hell?" Gojyo climbed to his feet and mimicked his stance. "Since when?"

 

"I don't know- a while now. So if I have a Hakkai fetish, then so do you."

 

"Are you JEALOUS?"

 

"No!" A furious blush rushed across Goku's face, and he whirled away. Gojyo caught him easily with his long arms and they struggled to the bed, Goku demanding to be let go and struggling in earnest. The red head was nearly bucked off his feet several times before he got to the bed and dragged the brunet onto his lap. "Calm the fuck down!"

 

"Let go!"

 

"Calm down!" Locking both arms around the slender waist, he held on tight as Goku continued to struggle. "We're going to talk about this whether you like it or not."

 

"I don't want to!"

 

"Tough." Goku's sharp, hard elbow made contact with his ribs, and he growled warningly. "Stop it, Goku."

 

The form in his arms went limp, then began vibrating. "I don't want to be jealous. But Hakkai sat between us in the theater when I wanted to sit next to you, and I've been wanting to touch you all day, if only a little."

 

(There it goes, that damned marshmallow feeling...) Hugging him close, Gojyo buried his nose in the hair behind his ear. "You always end up sitting in between Hakkai and Sanzo. I'm usually on either side of one of them to field shit. That's just how it is. The touch thing- I'm pretty sure it's from you not being touched very much, so now it's like a craving, you know? When we're in our room, or by ourselves, you can touch me all you want, but when we're out in public we just have to be a little more careful."

 

"Because of the homo thing?" Small hard hands clutched at his wrists as Goku finally relaxed back against him.

 

"Kind of. Some people don't like that kind of thing, not that I care what they think. I mean Sanzo and Hakkai killing me for corrupting their monkey." Goku laughed softly, and Gojyo grinned into his hair while making a mental note to clarify what 'the homo thing' was later. "Sanzo and Hakkai don't touch each other in public, anyway, so I just figure it's best to follow their example, sort of. You and I are always getting into fights, but that's different and doesn't really count, you know?"

 

"Ah. Um... You know, Hakkai... he was looking. He was looking at you, before he got with Sanzo."

 

"Sanzo... Hey. You remember when we were talking yesterday about Sanzo and Hakkai? About how we didn't know what kind of relationship they had?"

 

"Yeah?"

 

"How would you feel if they were just... if they weren't a couple?"

 

"...They aren't a couple? Wow."

 

"That's one way to put it." Lifting his head, he settled his chin on the crown of the younger man's head. "I doubt they'd touch anyone else much less have sex, but they aren't a couple. Yeah, right; but if it makes them happy, I guess it works for me."

 

"Gojyo? Hakkai was looking at you."

 

"So? He chose Sanzo. I'm with you." Goku tilted his head back to look at him, eyes shining and lips parted slightly, and the red haired kappa looked consideringly down at him. "I recognize that look. That's your 'Kiss me now, please, Gojyo Sama-"

 

Goku's face flamed anew. "No, it's not!!"

 

Chuckling, he kissed him anyway, and a hand loosened on his wrist and rose to thread in his hair. It was a long, soft kiss, and Gojyo smiled as he pulled away. "You're so easy to tease."

 

"Gojyo, I want to do it again." Eyes still shining, the brunet tightened his hand in the long crimson strands. "I want to do it again with you. Can we?"

 

"It's too soon."

 

"What? But I feel fine. I'm not even stiff any more!"

 

"Your insides got stretched out, so give them a little time. I know you're the iron monkey, but just to be on the safe side and all that... okay?"

 

"I'm not going to break. Hey! You're treating me like a girl, aren't you?!"

 

"Stupid. I'm treating you like my lover." Crimson and gold eyes locked, and Goku's outraged protests died unspoken on his lips. "This is the way I am, and don't think I don't want to do it. I can't wait to fuck you again, Goku. You're tight and hot inside, and respond well to me. But I'm not going to push it. You take enough damage the further we go west. I'm not going to add to it by not giving you enough time to recover and THINK about it."

 

"...I have thought about it. I like it. I didn't want you to stop fucking me last night." The kappa didn't miss the faint stumble over the unfamiliar word. "The beginning sucked because I couldn't touch you much, and it was awkward at first, with the lube and with how big you are, but once you started moving, it felt like it was what we were supposed to do." Goku leaned up and pressed a quick kiss against his mouth. "I don't even care if we don't do it on our hands and knees next time, as long as we get to do it."

 

"There are other ways to have sex, Goku. For now, will you settle for this?" Gojyo asked, and crushed his mouth against Goku's, tongue slipping past surprised lips. It was one of their hotter kisses, the kind that sent them both up in flames almost instantly, and the red head took the opportunity to slip his hands under his lover's pale sleep shirt. Caressing over his abdomen and ribs, he lightly thumbed the nipples to fine points before sliding one hand down to slip past the edge of his shorts, fingers rubbing the skin under the drawn string but no further.

 

Goku broke the kiss with a gasp and wide eyes. "Yes."

 

Going further, he slid his hand past his stirring cock to cup his scrotum and massage the orbs in his palm, finger the strip of skin behind there with his longest finger tip. Goku leaned up to initiate the next series of kisses, and he participated with full enthusiasm. When he finally let up and wrapped his hand around Goku's full erection, the gold eyed brunet was panting lightly as he squirmed in Gojyo's lap. (Right against Mr. Happy...)

 

Tugging on his erect flesh with slow, sure strokes, Gojyo kissed his way to the shell of his ear. "Strip. What I have in mind will work better if we're naked."

 

"Okay." Waiting for Gojyo to turn him loose, Goku then slid off his lap and tugged his shirt over his head. Gojyo followed suit, unbuckling his pants and letting them pool around his ankles to then be kicked away. Beside him, his lover slid fully nude onto the bed behind them, and the red head followed, urging the gold eyed brunet onto his side. Spooning against the smooth expanse of Goku's back, Gojyo curled around him, sliding his left arm under the short locks and resting his weight on his elbow and forearm. The monkey wiggled against him as they adjusted to each other, and when they were as settled as they were going to get, Gojyo slipped his knee between Goku's and spread his thighs apart. Grasping his erection with his free hand, he guided himself into the space he'd made for himself. The skin of the brunet's thighs was soft, satiny, and pressing his cock against the heated silk of Goku's sac and the curves of his buttocks, Gojyo bit his lip against a moan. Releasing himself and trailing his hand up to grip the younger man's hip, his knee retreated, allowing the soft, muscled thighs to fall shut.

 

They both stilled and looked at one another, as though waiting for something, and then Gojyo pressed his mouth to the back and side of Goku's neck. Hips beginning to thrust slowly, he clutched his fist around the brunet's erection and resumed his earlier strokes, slow and firm from base to head.

 

Goku squirmed against him up onto his elbow, and reached back to grab the redhead's hip, silently urging him on. Tilting his head back, the brunet sought out his mouth, starting a series of kisses that Gojyo found satisfying. In return, he shifted his entire weight to his elbow and smoothed his hand across Goku's smooth chest, fingers seeking and playing with the small, flat nipples. The moan he swallowed from the other's mouth went straight to his ego; his lover seemed more sensitive in that particular area and he was determined to use that fact to their advantage.

 

Goku's hand tightened on his hip and tried to pull him closer, now silently demanding he move faster, and the crimson eyed man quickened his pace over the flesh in his hand instead. The mouth he was feeding from pulled away, crying out softly, and he moved leisurely down the side of his neck, following the pulse and vein before reinstating the kiss. Maintaining the pace of a quick hand and slow thrusts for several minutes, mouths separating reluctantly only for the occasional deep breath, Gojyo removed his hand completely to cup the generous curves of Goku's scrotum, much to his young lover's displeasure. Cursing, Goku jerked away and hissed up at him. "Gojyo!"

 

"Hush. You don't want to come just yet, do you?" He said softly, and kissed the shoulder closest to him.

 

"N-no." Gold eyes shutting briefly, his breath caught audibly in his throat when Gojyo began massaging the orbs in his hand and moving his hips faster all at once. Knees pressed firmly together, he experimentally moved and elicited a moan from the man behind him. With that response, the brunet continued to wiggle and arch, his one free hand now stroking from Gojyo's hip to his waist and back again. "More... more, Gojyo..."

 

"Yes, pretty baby..." His own eyes closing, he buried his face against Goku's neck and hissed his pleasure as he moved faster, thrusting himself into the tantalizing constriction of soft satin skin, his own scrotum coming into full contact with that luscious skin with each thrust. His fingers moved with him, dancing over hardened nubs and silky sac. (Damn, he feels good...)

 

Breathing growing more and more labored, they continued to move together. Lifting his head, the red haired kappa looked over the gold eyed man's shoulder down at where they were pleasuring each other and bit his lip. Goku's flushed erection was weeping pearls that gathered in the slight curve of his hip, and his scrotum, being fondled by his own large hand, was exquisite, the silky sheen apparent as he handled the orbs delicately then roughly. From between his lover's clenched thighs, Gojyo's swollen cock appeared and disappeared, the large head just visible between his backing his hips for the next thrust and Goku's writhing. It sent flashes of aroused heat coursing through him, and he saw himself twitch as his erect flesh parted those constricting thighs. "Goku, look down at us."

 

He felt the movement, heard the moan and turned to kiss it away, gold and crimson eyes melding. Goku kissed him franticly, dominating the kiss, and he moved his hand to stroke his cock roughly, his own climax suddenly imminent. Thumb running repeatedly over one puckered nipple, he began thrusting hard into the constriction, letting Goku plunder his mouth as he drove their bodies into a hard, simultaneous orgasm. They swallowed down each other's cries as they let loose, Goku pouring his release over his own belly as he was milked dry, Gojyo smearing his own fluids between the flesh that cradled him as he slowly stilled.

 

Lips drifting apart, they panted against each other's mouth, shivers running wildly through them both. (So good- more than good- each time with him is mind blowing. He really does respond just fucking beautifully to me.) Noticing Goku's lips and how flushed and swollen they had become, he carefully brushed an apologetic kiss over the pads of flesh. It felt hard to move, like he was barely anchored in his body by a thread and might fly off at any minute, and instead of moving he stayed still, eyes fluttering shut and open. Goku's eyes drifted shut and stayed that way, body relaxing back against him, breath still erratic.

 

When their breath had evened out some, Gojyo slowly released his grip on Goku's half erection and stroked down his hip and thigh as he leaned back from him. Sliding his fingers to the back of the brunet's thigh, he slipped his fingers lower and between his knees to enlarge the space available. Still half hard himself, he pulled away from the now moist, sticky flesh, pulled his other arm from Goku and sat up on his knees and shins, letting the other man's knees touch.

 

Goku rolled onto his back and, opening his eyes, looked at him, knees bent and pressed together. Gojyo tapped the crease of them with one hand. "Spread your legs for me, Goku."

 

Flushing, Goku shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm all messy."

 

"I'm going to clean you. Spread them."

 

Reluctantly, the knees parted, and Gojyo maneuvered and settled between them, hands sliding under the gold eyed man's bottom and lifting him slightly. The smears were still wet, mostly high up between his legs and the underside of his testes. Bending at the waist, the red haired kappa ran his tongue along the skin of first one thigh, then the other, cleaning the smeared pearls away. Then his tongue slid against the skin most sensitive, just behind there, and Goku's hips bucked, his hands reaching for the bedclothes. Avoiding get hit in the chin or nose, he laved up the creases on each side of the silky orbs, then lowered his lover back to the mattress. With one hand he gasped the spent cock before him and dragged his tongue over the tip, causing Goku to gasp wordlessly. Releasing him, he waited for the brunet's grip on the sheet to relax before continuing, a hand rubbing one hip soothingly. Goku's grip was slow in loosening.

 

"Gojyo?"

 

He looked up to find gold eyes fixated on him. "Ah."

 

"I've been meaning to ask; why do you do that? This? I mean, the licking thing."

 

He stared at the younger man silently, not noticing when his fists uncurled. He was weighing how much to tell him, and finally decided to just tell Goku enough. "When I was your age, I was hooked up with an older woman who told me you should only swallow when you like the guy you're sucking off."

 

"That doesn't make any sense."

 

"I guess not- we were both drunk as hell at the time. But it struck a chord and stuck, because I like sex and everything about it. To me, it's like saying 'I like you' or 'I accept you' or something, especially if it comes from a beautiful woman. So, this is just another part of swallowing." Noticing the unclenched hands, he bent over Goku's abdomen and started on the gathering of pearls in the hollow of his left hip.

 

"Have you done it with other guys?" A hand curled into the long strands of scarlet by his right cheek.

 

"No."

 

"Oh."

 

Cleaning the trails across his lower belly, Gojyo swirled his tongue into the dip of the brunet's navel, earning a giggle that was quickly stifled. Lifting his head, he scanned the flesh before him and found it clean. "Done."

 

Goku, releasing his hair, sat up as he sat back, then gathered himself up on his knees and lowered his head to Gojyo's lap. Holding still, the red head let his lover clean him of smeared pearls. A wet tongue lapped and laved his softened flesh in the same careful manner, and removed the streak of drying moisture from one thigh. When the gold eyed man was done and sat back to look at him, Gojyo leaned down and kissed him, ignoring the swelling for a moment as the taste of both of them was shared. When they broke apart, he grinned crookedly down at the brunet. (He has picked up kissing damned well.) "Nice kiss."

 

Goku grinned, one of the smaller, slightly more bashful ones he wasn't very prone to using except when he was pleased with something. "Thanks."

 

Lying back down, the red head waited as Goku snuggled down against him wordlessly. After he did, fingertips traced over the kappa's sides, and Gojyo closed his eyes as they trailed over his skin. (Well, I did tell him he could touch me as much as he wants when we're alone.)

 

"Gojyo?"

 

"Yes?"

 

"When we were... you said..."

 

"Said what?"

 

"Umm... never mind, forget it."

 

"Ah." (What, did I say something weird?) Trying to figure out what he could have said, he was almost asleep when there was a gentle knock on the door, and Hakkai's voice called out. "The bath's free."

 

"Thanks!" Groaning slightly, Gojyo propped himself up on his hands and dislodged the monkey. "Time to go, Goku."

 

"I know." Scrambling over the older man, he stood and stretched, and Gojyo found himself staring at the movement of muscle in the brunet's back, fascinated.

 

(Snap out of it. There's still baths, and- shit. The bed...) Heaving himself to his feet, he turned and regarded the bed. For the most part, it really just needed to be tidied and straightened. (Okay, no big deal.) "I forgot about the bed. Monkey, you head on down to the bath and I'll join you as soon as I get done."

 

"Eh? Oh, okay." Fetching a towel from the dresser top, Goku knotted it around his waist. Snagging one for himself, Gojyo followed suit and reached back for the gold eyed brunet's sleep clothes, neatly draped over the chair, and handed them to him. Opening the door, the red head peered out into the hall to check if the coast was clear, then leaned back against the door frame and jerked his thumb toward the opening. Goku reached up long enough to peck his mouth, then darted out the door and vanished down the stairs.

 

Staring bemusedly after him, Gojyo brushed a finger over his mouth. (The monkey obviously has an oral fetish.)

 

Pushing off from the frame, he was turning to enter the bedroom when something smacked him sideways up against the door. That something turned out to be Sanzo, who grasped a handful of crimson hair at the nape of his neck, the other hand keeping him pinned in place. Violet eyes stared at him assessingly before a forbidden mouth crashed down on his, tongue shoving past his lips searchingly. Repressing his first instinct to shove him away, he waited passively, eyes narrowed, until the hand in his hair loosened. Then his left hand slammed the blond back and out the door, setting them both beyond each other's immediate reach. Glaring, he hissed at the priest, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

 

Violet eyes were fastened on his mouth thoughtfully before Sanzo turned away and marched back to his own room on silent feet. "I wasn't kissing you."

 

"Bastard." Barely keeping from slamming the door, he shut it and turned to face the room, thoughts running rampant. (Shit, shit, shit. Sanzo kissed me. Sanzo wasn't kissing me. Sanzo- the monkey- oh, shit. Sanzo wants the monkey. Shit on a stick. Was that what he was stressing out over? But he's had Goku with him all this time- Shit. His lips were soft. No, wrong thing! Sanzo kissed me to kiss Goku, which means- what? He could have had the monkey any time he wanted- but he didn't. What the-?)

 

"Bastard, fake ass priest!" Stepping over the forgotten towels, he jerked the pillows into place at the head of the bed and straightened out the bottom sheet by tugging at it from the side. "Don't lay your shit on me!" Tossing one blanket to the floor at the foot of the bed, he snapped out the other and smoothed it over the bed surface. "Don't give me your bullshit!"

 

Picking up the blanket from the floor, he stopped as he watched his hands tremble. Amid all the anger and confusion swirling around inside him, there was one strand of emotion he hated, but was forced to admit: being kissed by Sanzo, no matter the circumstance, had turned him on, if only a little. (Why the fuck does it always seem to come down to Hakkai and his damned priest?)

 

Snapping the second blanket open, he smoothed it over the first. (Does Hakkai know? Is he being a stand in? Or was he keeping Sanzo in check, long before this? No, their affair started on the journey. Besides, I would have known, I know the signs from Jien and Mom. Dokugakuji. Unless... that's why he's with Hakkai? To keep himself in check? But why bother?)

 

Straightening, he picked up the last towel from the dresser and used it to pick up the soiled ones on the floor into a neat bundle. (I don't know. I just don't fucking know. What the hell do they want? All I know is that I'm with Goku, and that's that. I'm not much as far as things go, but I'm not some random bastard who's going to piss around. I'm not going to cheat on Goku, and it won't be me who breaks it off and leaves first. Fuck you both, Sanzo! Hakkai! Goku chose me, and I'm not going to let the monkey down.) Fingers clenching in the terry cloth, he opened the door and started downstairs, trying to take calming breaths. It had been a while since he had been this close to being angry, but he needed to calm down. He had learned that Goku was pretty good at reading moods, and he didn't want to have to explain why his mood was bad when the brunet had left him as loose as a limp noodle.

 

(I'm not going to let him down.)

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TBC...

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For my reviewers!

 

CF: I was just late, and thank you! ^_^ Also, thank you for your opinion; it's very helpful, and I think you're right. Considering the time put into their relationship, it would be disappointing. I don't think my Muse really realized that when she was brain storming possible story directions. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter!

 

Devi Chan!: 'Lo! I'm fine, but the atmosphere is fearful of the weather right now because of the hurricanes and other natural disasters that have been occurring. I'm sure everything will get better, though, and everyone will soon be better off. It'll be different, is all. Ooo, cupcakes! Nummy! Thank you! Lol, actually I'm not surprised either, but I wonder how Hakkai got Sanzo into bed the first time; I think it must have been a little difficult. Also, I don't know if they thought it would continue or if it was a one time thing. It just turned out not. Goku- I think that will take a while, simply because he'd regard it as an important issue and he's been warned to think things through. Heh heh, I can add you to the majority who don't want changed pairings! >turns to yell back at Muse 'I feel vindicated!'< There is nothing wrong with lovely boy smut; last time I checked, lemon was listed in under genre. Enjoy!! Thank you for enjoying the plot and wanting to see it through to the end; that feels freeing, somehow. May the yaoi gods watch over you, too; see ya next time!

 

Atocha: It's okay; I'm pretty sure they'll eventually be hooking up. It seems much deeper than 'fuck buddies', so there's something else there. We just have to let it dig itself out. ^_^;

 

Sushi: Here you go! Just, don't expect another one this soon. The last chapter was late and divided into two parts; chapter ten was originally the second half of chapter nine. All together, too damned long! So, tah-dah! Enjoy!

 

Braeca: It's all right! I don't think there are going to be any pairing changes, but more rude angst that pulls on people's chains. Like CF said, after all the effort gone into their relationship, it would be disappointing to see them break up. Ugh... my thoughts are jumping too fast to pin any down right now... just... thank you. For all of it; it tells me a lot, on what has come through and grasped your attention, to how you see the characters and stuff. You've given me food for thought, and it'll carry over. The full lemon scene- that I researched in manuals and on line. I do try to research information for my fictions, but this one was more thorough simply because Gojyo's taking it from the top for Goku and trying to make it the best first time he can. Some firsts just can't be done over, and that is usually considered one of them. ^_^; Thank you so much.

 

Jdee: Thank you! Take your time and get your move done; we'll still be here for you to read. Good luck, and good home.

 

Coolbunny234: 'Lo! I will and won't elaborate on the town, since it's supposed to be a foil for the guys. The town and the story of the divas are made up by me, incidentally; it was one of my story ideas that happened to mesh okay with the Saiyuki story being demonstrated by Minekura Sensei. I'm glad it could make you have a better day. Here's hoping you enjoy this chapter!

 

 

KaosD: Thank you! And I'm sure Hakkai and Sanzo's little red wagon will be fixed sooner or later. ^_^

 

Sorcha: Hi there! I figure to just write it to the best of my ability, and let everyone take it as they will. It's okay to disagree with Goku's physical reaction- I've been kind of expecting someone to. He does have a seriously fast recovery time for as much damage as he goes through in some of his fights. Also, this is all based only on research; I've never had anal intercourse, nor do I know any gay men to talk with openly and frankly about this issue. So I went back and broke it down on paper, and tried to reason it out. It came out like this; within about three, four hours after the deed, he's awake again instead of asleep, why I'm not sure. It could be because he's no longer high on the sexual energy, and he tends to be an active sleeper. I couldn't find how long it takes the intestine and sphincters to return to normal sizes but supposing they are back to normal, the muscles have suffered some abuse from the unfamiliar activity, and like most muscles when over-worked, are sore. Since most of his injuries occur on the outside rather than inside, I estimate the pain to be like a toothache or headache; it's right there, won't stop and you can't distance yourself or get away from it, at least until you take the aspirin or visit the dentist. Such an alien pain would make him uncomfortable, and since he and Gojyo normally use each other to vent to an extent, turns it, full blast, on Gojyo. If he had stayed still and went back to sleep, he would have been fine, but he insisted on moving around and sleeping curled up on Gojyo's lap, though I don't think it aggravates the ache too much. After five-thirty, six in the morning, Gojyo has him back in bed, and they sleep past twelve noon. By then his body has finished adjusting and is simply stiff, like after sitting still too long, and a bit of movement loosens him up enough that he doesn't notice it any more. I don't know if that's fast or slow, but there it is. >shrugs< Thank you; I've tried to keep the wording in line with what would actually come from their mouths, and with their personalities. Sanzo and Gojyo's fight- that was fun to do. It showed Sanzo off a little more, and gave us more information on what's going on. Hakkai- I've been going more by the books than the anime, and there, Hakkai seems a little more sharper to me, so I've tried to express that. The pairings- the muse is going to go for angst, so things are going to get tugged sideways, but I don't think they'll change, now. But that changes the idea into something for later on when the muse is bored, so I guess it all works out.

 

Maiden of the Blue Moon: Eeeeek! I love your title-name thing! Must be the lunatic in me. >_< Thank you, and enjoy!

 

Gynnie: I like them both! Oh, well, maybe I'll switch back and forth? Lol, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

 

Abby: Thank you very much! All of it was just research; I don't have any gay guys to talk to about it. I've tried to keep everyone as in character as possible. Favorite pairings... I don't think I actually have a favorite pairing in Saiyuki. I seem to like most of the characters, even the ones I hate. They're just... fascinating, you know? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter as well!

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Chins up, everyone! Things will get better soon! ~Q