Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Teaching Goku ❯ Indulgence ( Chapter 11 )

Title: Teaching Goku: Indulgence

Author: Quirk othe Trade

Category: Fan Fiction

Genre: Lemon, yaoi, angst, romance, alternate universe.

Rating: X, adult, 17 and up or mature minds.

C&CC: Did y'all realize- there are over a hundred reviews all together? When I first started writing this, it was a compulsion I just had to get out, and I never expected there to be even one review. I'm so grateful to everyone who has reviewed, for the criticism, the cheering on, and for just plain being there. >bow, bow< Thank you so very much! ^_^

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Disclaimer: Saiyuki belongs to whom it belongs to, which is not me, and I make no money of this fiction. I’m writing because I love it Saiyuki and can’t get enough. I’m so grateful to those who bring the world Saiyuki!

Warnings: Lemon.

Author’s notes: It’s November. It’s Thanksgiving. I’m grateful for Saiyuki, pocky, ice and great readers. And a bunch of other stuff. I’m not even going to try to read the numbers y’all have reached hit wise- the numbers make my poor brain hurt. We got the first disk of Sukisho, and the Japanese voice talent that portrays Son Goku in Saiyuki is doing the character Fujimori Sunao. Also, Cho Hakkai’s Japanese voice talent, Akira Ishida, is portraying the part of Nanami Kai. (I hope I spelled all those names right.) I really like it, especially the part that hints at what’s coming next- it’s the cute animal costumes as they dance around! >sighs happily< This chapter is way too freaking long, and I feel rather neurotic. Enjoy!

Beta: Un-betaed

Synopsis: Lemon indulgences.
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Eyes opening blurrily, Gojyo stretched without moving too much, Goku a warm weight pinning him to the bed. They had started the night facing the wall, spooned, but had somehow reverted back to what was becoming their usual position, the red head on his back and the brunet sprawled on his stomach facing him. The scent of clean turned earth overlaid that of the shampoo that they had used, and he inhaled the scent deliberately, deeply, held it in his lungs while he gathered his thoughts into some kind of coherency. The warm bed and the person asleep with him made him want to fall back asleep, but he'd finally gotten enough uninterrupted sleep that that prospect was pretty much out of the question.

(It’s still kind of dark in here- what time is it? I need a cigarette. I need to use the toilet. Is Hakkai's all ready up? Damn, I feel good this morning.) Glancing down at the young man currently using him for a body pillow, he unhooked his fingers from the waist band of Goku's shorts and curled his arm around the other's waist instead. Rolling, he deposited his lover on his back, and Gojyo stayed on his own side to examine Goku's face for a moment. The gold eyed man was uncommonly graceful in sleep this morning, though that could have been Gojyo's own twist on the view. His lips weren't so swollen any more and were parted slightly as he breathed, dark lashes curling against the curves of sun bronzed cheeks. (Funny, they never look that long when he's awake.) One hand lifted, a finger straying over first the monkey's bottom lip then up over his cheek to trace the feathery feel of eye lashes. Goku didn't twitch in the least at the light brushes. (Stupid monkey, do you even know you trust me that much? I'm not even your favorite person.)

Last night Goku had figured out that something had happened to piss the red haired kappa off after he had stepped into the bathing room, but had left it alone, hadn't questioned him on it. Gojyo hadn't told him what had happened, and wasn't going to; it was just too damned awkward. Besides, he was still trying to figure out how to handle it himself.

Instead he had slid into the tub after rinsing off and gathered Goku up in his lap, arms clasped loosely around him, and the brunet had silently patted and stroked him like some kind of over sized pet as he snuggled down against Gojyo in the water. It had soothed him considerably, resulting in a calm bath and bed time except for when they had butted heads over the issue of what to wear to bed. Gojyo had insisted on clothes to which Goku had objected. Gojyo snickered, recalling the exact shade of red that had exploded on Goku's face when the red head had pinned him against the wall and explained in a low whisper, in explicit, coarse language, what the image of a certain unclothed monkey first thing in the morning was likely to provoke on Gojyo's behalf. (The last time he turned that red was... when I kissed him in the front door way. Well, it got him back in his clothes, at any rate.)

Brushing a brief kiss on the other’s lips, he rolled out of bed, stretched slightly then lumbered for the bedroom door and the nearest water closet to conduct morning business.
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When the kappa returned to their shared bathroom, he found Goku curled up into a ball clutching a pillow. All grace had vanished from his young lover, and as he eased onto the bed, he realized it was his pillow that the brunet was hugging. Tugging the one from under Goku’s head, he laid down on it then tugged on Goku, pulling the limpid form over to himself. It took several minutes, but once Goku was close enough, he dropped the pillow and latched onto Gojyo. A few more minutes were spent readjusting to each other, and then everything was peaceable again- until he realized he could hear moaning.

It was just audible; it was so low and soft. It was all too familiar, that soft moaning, and he had never been able to tell who exactly was being so vocal, but it always meant one thing: Sanzo and Hakkai were having sex. (This is always the hard part, listening when you’re not supposed to be listening. It’s not like I can help it or anything, either. Fuck, I’m glad the monkey’s asleep… shit, which one of them IS that, that makes such sexy sounds? Sexy- that word sucks at describing the sounds they make. Is it Hakkai on the bottom? No. He’s too much of a top. But Sanzo doesn’t strike me as being happy on the bottom, either. Who’s on the bottom? The eternal question.) Stifling a snicker, he hooked his fingers back in Goku’s waist band. (As always it once again comes down to those two bastards.)

Goku moaned softly, hot breath gusting over his collarbone, and he froze. The gold eyed brunet stilled and grew silent, and the scarlet eyed kappa thought the other had gone back to sleep. When he spoke, softly and sleepily, he made Gojyo jump a mile. "I can hear them again."

Blowing out a breath, the red head answered back. "Asshole, you surprised me."

"Sorry." Leaning up, he buzzed Gojyo's mouth with his own, and the red head mumbled, "That's better."

Goku rested his chin against the chest he was draped over, sleepy large eyes blinking like an owl's. "You can hear them, too, right?"

"Ah." The kappa paused. "Does it bug you?"

"Yes- no- I don't know. It's- hot." Brushing another quick, light kiss on Gojyo’s mouth, the brunet monkey yawned. “It doesn’t bug me as much as it used to.”

“Mm, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Gojyo mummered and began rubbing the small patch of skin he was touching under Goku’s waist band absently.

“You still haven’t told me which one you like.”

“Do I have to like either one of them?” He asked. Snorting, Goku pushed himself up and leaned over the red head, until their noses touched and they could see the faint light reflecting in the other’s eyes. Gojyo’s hands relocated on slender hips automatically, almost hypnotized by the luminous gold scowling down at him.

“You all ready know I like them both. It’s only fair you tell me if you like one of them, too.”

“Why? So we can compare notes like school girls?” (I don’t know why, but I don’t want Goku knowing I fantasized about either one of them. It doesn’t seem right, especially after what happened last night. You bastard, Sanzo...) “You only need to know I’m with you, that I’m not going to cheat, and that I’m going to try to do my best by you. It’s not much, but since we’re taking it one day at a time, I figure it’s okay like that.”

The scowl faded from what he could see of Goku’s expression, but the red haired kappa didn’t get the impression that the monkey was happy or satisfied. “…Bastard. You probably like them both, too, but just don’t want to admit it.”

Chuckling at the unexpected comment, Gojyo leaned sideways and up to kiss the brunet, hands urging his lover to straddle his waist. Gentle fingers threaded through his hair as the kiss was returned, stroking the long strands carefully away from his face. Weight shifted above him, and two knees settled at either of his sides. Breaking the kiss, he smiled against the other’s mouth. “Brat.”

Kisses were feathered over his forehead and eyes, lingered over his scarred cheek and made him jumpy until Goku moved on to the other cheek and his mouth. Then his lover shifted lower, trailed down the older man’s neck, traced veins and wandered over the apple in the red head’s throat. The gold eyed man’s explorations were gentle and vaguely questioning and Gojyo submitted to them willingly, fingertips rubbing small encouraging circles against the hips he still held as he hummed contentedly at the attention. (That feels nice...)

Finding the sensitive spot at an angle of the red haired kappa’s neck resulted in a play of lips, tongue and teeth, sending pleasant shivers through said kappa. Then it was off again to attack his collarbone thoroughly, and Gojyo found himself panting lightly under the ministrations and heat pooling through his body again. Then Goku’s mouth was gone, and his skin felt cold without that moist heat. Suddenly unable to stand the concealing darkness, he fumbled out a hand for the lamp, switching it on as Goku sat back and pulled his sleep shirt over his head.

Meeting crimson eyes, Goku dropped the night shirt to the side and reached for the untucked edge of Gojyo’s tank top. He pushed it up, staring insistently, and the red head obliged him and sat up, letting him tug it off him. After it was tossed somewhere, the brunet planted a hand and pushed, urging Gojyo to lie back. He did so after brushing a kiss against the nearest piece of monkey, which turned out to be somewhere on the crown of Goku's head.

Goku leaned back over him, mouth tracing the bones of the kappa's collarbone, one hand trailing across a shoulder and down an arm before slipping away. Gojyo grasped the monkey's waist to help him balance and simply to give himself something to hold on to as his lover explored down his torso, lingering over sensitive nipples and newly found erogenous spots. Hands tightening, Gojyo began panting again the further down Goku went, feeling heat beginning to pool between his legs. Teeth grazed over ribs, a wet tongue apologized for the insult, and kisses explored further over his skin, tantalizing and titillating.

Hands fumbled at the high waist of his pants, and Goku sat back to see what he was doing as Gojyo's hands slipped to his bare knees. Breath coming faster as he watched the gold eyed man study the button and fly, his heart kicked over when small hard hands reached down to unfasten them. Goku scooted further back before tugging the fabric down and exposing his lower body to their gazes. The brunet paused to study him, flaccid still yet beginning to flush and stir, and Gojyo wondered what thoughts were running through Goku's head. This was the first time Goku had looked at him, really looked at him and taken the time to examine him, and his confidence stuttered and stumbled as those gold eyes continued to stare at him contemplatively. (Shit, quit staring all ready and say something. It’s getting on my nerves and I can't take this.)

The silence continued on, stretching out on fine threads of emotion. When Goku actually, finally spoke, it took a moment to register. "It's kind of... cute? That’s it, cute."

Releasing the breath he hadn't been aware that he'd been holding, Gojyo dropped his head back onto the pillow. "Idiot, is that all you've got to say?"

"Shut up." Finger tips traced over his length from the dark thatched base, brushed the suddenly too sensitive tip then traced down the curves of his scrotum to rub gently just behind there. The red head squirmed, tried to move his knees apart to encourage the exploring touch but found himself hampered by his pants and Goku's weight. The brunet was rubbing gently, and opening his mouth in a full fledged moan, the kappa sat up on an elbow to watch as the gold eyed man brought his other hand into play by curling around the twitching cock and stroking, still gently, from base to tip. Watching those hands tug, coax and smooth his flesh sent tendrils of arousal cascading through Gojyo's body, and even when he closed his eyes to try to reach for his control, he saw the images as if they'd been seared into the back of his eyelids.

The attention stopped suddenly, and Gojyo's eyes snapped open in time to catch Goku slipping off the bed. The brunet grasped the hem of his pants from both legs and began pulling, attempting to get them out of the way. Lifting his legs and wiggling when necessary, the red haired kappa silently helped, and for his reward he got to watch Goku shuck his sleep shorts and leave them puddled on the floor. It was comforting to see that he wasn't the only one hot and bothered by their interactions.

Goku returned to the bed, straddling his legs, and inched back to where he'd been seated at. "Lay back down, I'm not through."

Grumbling slightly, the kappa followed orders and laid back to allow continuing experiments.

Familiar, warm hands slid over his hips and thighs, then combed through the curls at his groin before returning where they'd been at. This time, Goku's touch was increasingly firm, molding the flesh he held erect and full, and the red haired kappa dug fingers into the bed clothes to restrain himself. (This is the monkey's show. He's made that plain as day. Just let him take the ball and let him run with it... even if it kills you...)

Both hands encircling the base, Goku leaned over a little more and hesitated, then lowered his head and mouth, breath wafting against hot eager skin. Lips ghosted over rounded curves, slowed and pulled away, then slowly traced up the underside of his erection following the throbbing vein and causing a flood of sensation so strong that Gojyo closed his eyes and moaned. Tongue dragging over the tip, the brunet laved the glans thoroughly before feathering tiny licks down the shaft. Clamping down on the sudden urge to thrust, the red head settled for threading one hand through the soft short hair. Goku didn't seem to mind or even notice. He brushed his mouth over the tip of Gojyo's cock in a caress, then parted his lips and slid down over the head, tongue rolling over the flesh.

"Goku..." Even spoken softly, the sound seemed to echo in the room filled with night sounds, and his gold eyed lover first froze, then shivered at the tenor of his voice. The brunet removed his hands to plant them beside the red head's hips, and slowly took in more length, until Gojyo could feel the head of his cock brush the back of Goku's throat, and he bit down on his lip to stifle the whining sound he could feel in own throat wanting to emerge. (He's going so slow... and I’m sure he’s only playing around but it feels good…)

Goku's next set of actions rocked the kappa's mind: He drew back until only the tip was still present, then lowered his head and swallowed as much as he had before. The pattern was repeated, and gradually opening his eyes and looking down the length of his body, Gojyo watched as his lover's head slowly bobbed up and down on his erection, tongue caressing. It was done slowly, as though Goku was thinking very hard about what he was doing and trying not to mess it up. Gojyo watched until his breath was harshly audible in the room, until his pulse was an aching throb running in his veins and he honestly couldn't take it any more. Another desire was making itself known, and he tugged on the handful of hair in his grasp, his voice low as he spoke. "Goku, stop... look at me."

The wet heat left with a final strong swallow and suck, and he sat up, forcing Goku to follow him. He grasped that brunet head in both hands and held him still as he tried his best to kiss the gold eyed man senseless. Slipping his tongue past wet lips and delving past them into the cavern beyond, he found himself matched move for move as strong arms wound his neck and Goku kissed him back, sending them both up in flames. By the time they broke away, his hands were clutching the brunet's hips against him, intimate flesh pressed against intimate flesh.

Goku buried his face against Gojyo's chest, and the red head rested his chin on the crown of his head as he tried to catch his breath. That desire was clamoring to be spoken now, especially with Goku in his lap and so close. "Goku, I want you. Do you want to? Do you feel up to it?"

“Of course. I’m your lover and that’s what lovers do, right?” Silky strands slid against his chest as Goku turned his head to be heard.

“Goku, you know that if you don’t want to, you can just say no, right?” (I don’t want him thinking he doesn’t have any choice in the matter. Just the thought of that… ugh.) “I’m not going to throw you down on the nearest flat surface and just take it, you know.”

The younger man pulled back and looked up at him as he spoke. “I know that. Like I’d let anyone try that, anyway. I mean, I want to do it, too, and I thought you figured that out.”

“Ah. Just thought I’d ask, you know? You ask me when you want something when we’re alone.” Leaning down, Gojyo rested his forehead against his lover’s, the coronet warm against his skin as he met those gold eyes. “Go to the bathroom and make sure you’re ready, okay? I’ll get things ready in here.”

“Ah.” Neither moved for a long moment. Then Gojyo made the first move, released his hold and sat back, and Goku unwrapped his arms from around the kappa’s neck and scooted off his lap. The brunet stooped for his shorts only to be brought up short by the other’s voice calling to him. “Forget the shorts, just get the towel on the chair. It’ll be faster.”

Taking the towel, Goku tied it around his waist and left on quick silent feet.

Breathing deeply, Gojyo ran his hands through his hair a few times, then rose from the bed and went to retrieve the tube of lubricant and condoms from his bag. He had to dig; the one thing he had done before crawling in bed was sort and fold his clothes until everything fit back in the crowded space. Once they were back in his hand, he set them on the desk and turned to straightening out the bed. Putting the pillows on the dresser top, he paused as he pulled the first blanket off, recalling Goku’s comment of wanting to try to do it on their hands and knees. (That could be messy… So, I can’t just strip the bed down. His condoms? I think those are in his bag. I’ll ask him to get them when he comes back.)

Decision made, the red head tugged, smoothed and tucked the bed clothes into place, then tossed the pillows against the wall followed by the lube and condoms. Finished for the moment, he sat on the bed’s edge, trying to ignore the sudden urge for a cigarette and the throbbing of his loins. The urge to touch himself, to ease the ache was pure instinct, but he remembered the time Goku had waited for him and leaned his weight back on his hands. (Staring at the ceiling isn’t any fun, but neither is starting the party early. I sort of want to do to him what he was doing to me- slow and steady, driving me out of my mind…)

The click of the door had him looking at it, and Goku slipped into the room as quietly as he’d left. He untied the scrap of terry cloth as he approached, and Gojyo pulled it from his hands and tossed it aside on the bed before pulling the younger man down on his lap, all thoughts of condoms vanished. The brunet went willingly, starting the first kiss himself as he slid his arms around Gojyo’s waist. They both silently paid homage to the fact that they liked the simple touching of their bodies, that one thing they both missed when they were intent upon that certain goal. Hands wandered broad expanses of bared skin, brushed and tangled together when they met, and continued on, anything below the belt off limits by unspoken rule. Several minutes passed before they were ready to continue and then they broke the long series of kisses.

Goku licked his lips as though savoring a taste that lingered. “Mm.”

“You still want to try it on your hands and knees?”

“Yeah.” Wide eyes crinkled in an enthusiastic grin.

“I’ll prepare you on your back, then you can just roll over.” Letting the gold eyed brunet clamber around him, the crimson eyed man followed him back and down to the mattress. Then Gojyo froze reaching for the tube on the bed. “Wait, get one of your condoms. This is going to get messy otherwise. And make sure the doors locked.”

Grumbling, Goku got back off the bed, fetched some from his bag and checked the lock on the door. When he reached the bed again, he gave the red head a look that warned against any more distractions. Gojyo didn’t object; he was just as eager to begin.

The prep time seemed shorter and easier for some reason this time, maybe because it was no longer so new to them. Goku squirmed and fussed at the chill of the gel, and Gojyo found himself evaluating the amount he was using as he caressed the opening coaxingly. (I need to get more, if we’re going through so much each time. It’d suck to have the opportunity to do this and not have the lube to enjoy it.) “They have a lube that warms up if you’re so picky, monkey.”

“Really? Then we’re getting some. That stuff’s cold.”

“Your sweet ass likes it well enough.” The precious pucker blooming; Gojyo slipped the first finger inside the velvet heat and pressed against the walls.

Goku sighed softly at the intrusion and then flushed red as the comment registered. “Shut up! Pervert kappa!”

Re-lubricating his fingers, Gojyo introduced two of them to Goku’s backside, unable to keep the teasing tone out of his voice. “Nope.”

Goku shifted, then arched in an attempt to sink the digits further in. “Fine. When it’s your turn, I’m using the cold stuff.”

“If you’re sensitive, the stuff may be too warm, idiot. That won’t feel good.” Searching fingers brushed over the one spot of spongy tissue, setting the brunet shivering.

“No fair…”

“Who said it was?” Different expressions were flickering over the brunet’s face at the speed of light, mainly a mish mash of disgruntlement, pleasure and longing, and as he sat there between trustingly spread legs, Gojyo realized he liked seeing that expressive face. (I might not like this position as much if I can’t see that face. It’s a turn on to watch him, but there’s something more…) Spreading his fingers to stretch the muscles, he could have sworn the tightness was loosening faster than it had the first time. (Maybe because it was good for him the first time? He’s still tight, but…)

Pulling his fingers almost totally out, the crimson eyed man added more of the water based gel as he stretched the sphincters and then slid back in, spreading the substance around. He slowly looked up at the body spread before him, taking in the rounded sac and the full erection, the lines of abdomen and chest, the hardened flat nipples and the delicacy of the collarbones under his lover’s skin. Goku’s throat was exposed with his head thrown back, the apple barely visible with the arch of his neck as he breathed deeply in through his nose and out his mouth. The small protrusion gave Gojyo the sudden urge to swipe his tongue over it, to bite and nibble, draw the flesh into his mouth and suck on it, and he silently promised himself he would as soon as they weren’t engaged in more pressing, pleasurable activities.

Slipping in the third finger, Gojyo heard the brunet grunt slightly despite the extra lube. “You okay, Goku?”

“Nothing I can’t handle. Hurry, okay?” Looking down sideways at the red haired kappa, he wiggled to demonstrate his impatience.

Silently, Gojyo finished up, then turned his attention to the next problem: getting a condom on Goku. “Hold still.” Slicking a thin coating of lubricant over the gold eyed brunet’s erection, followed by the creamy latex, he did it as quickly as possible because Goku clenched tightly at the bedclothes and bit his lip.

“Roll over and wait, okay?”

Goku rolled onto his stomach and looked back at the red head over his shoulder. Gojyo could feel those gold eyes on him as he unraveled the creamy material down his length. “Gojyo, hurry up.”

“Be patient, monkey.” Stroking a handful of gel over his latex incased flesh, the kappa eyed the broad expanse of Goku’s back. It was one of the remaining unknowns about the brunet, who had turned back around to rest his head on the bed. Scooting in close, the red haired man didn’t make a move to join their bodies, but leaned over and traced the topmost crease of the brunet’s buttocks with his tongue. A shiver of shock made its way through that body as he continued upward, following the vertebrae of Goku’s spine. To his delight, the entire defining line of the monkey’s back seemed to be one long erogenous zone that tapered out somewhere just above his shoulder blades.

“G-Gojyo!” Goku hissed, sounding strained. “Stop that!”

In answer, said kappa scrapped his teeth against the nearest bit of spine, then soothed it with a kiss. “No way.”

“Gojyo~…”

“You know, Goku, it’s not that I’m actually teaching you anything. I’m just helping you learn about yourself.” He replied conversationally. “We’ve learned you have a sensitive body, like… here.” Ignoring the wiggling, he licked the line of the back before him just under the shoulders then blew gently on the moist spot. An immediate shudder flowed through the form before him.

“Gojyo~!”

“Okay, okay. Get up on your hands and knees.” Pulling back a little to give him room, he watched as the brunet complied. (I’ve got to get him down without his shirt so I can try that again… later. There are more important things now.)

Easing up behind Goku, he stopped a bit further back than he normally would. Taking his erection in hand, the red haired kappa nudged at the opening of the other’s body. Sinking in gradually, he stopped his progress when the shielded head was totally in, and leaned forward to press his weight against the brunet’s back, though most of it he supported on his arms. “Are you okay down there?”

“Ah.”

“If you get tired, just put your arms and head down.”

“I won’t get tired.”

“If you think so.” Slipping one hand across the bed, he folded it firmly over one of Goku’s. Brushing his mouth against the nape of his neck, his hips moved, and he slid in as deep as he could into that wonderful heat, flesh clutching at flesh. A shudder wracked Goku unexpectedly and a moan was emitted.

(Stop and let him adjust.) Forcing himself to hold still, while torturous, was accomplished. Another quiver ran through Goku, and he wondered for a moment before he voiced his concern. “Anything wrong?”

“No.” The answer came after a pause, lowly, and he was tempted to question him more closely. But he was distracted by further words. “Move, Gojyo, I’m ready for it.”

“You sure? You’re trembling.”

Goku’s fingers tightened around his. “I’m fine.”

Burying his face against brunet hair and smooth skin for a moment, the scent of loam and green filled his sense of smell as he began to move. He kept the pace slow and rhythmic, concentrating on the feel of Goku around him and under him, who shivered uncontrollably with a soft wordless sound every time Gojyo reached the deepest depth inside his body coming or going. His head drooped after the first minute, and Gojyo ran his mouth against the exposed tenderness. Then Goku’s arms folded, and wordlessly adjusting so he was still pressed against his lover’s back, he waited the few moments until the brunet tucked the free hand under his cheek, pillowing his head on his arm.

He noticed the room was lighter as he turned his head, resuming the slow rolling movement of his hips. (I can’t tell if he’s really okay or not. He’s not moving like he likes it, just keeps shivering and moaning.) “Goku? You okay?”

“Ah.” Gold eyes fluttered up and back at him, shining like aged brandy.

(Fine. I’ll just have to take his word for it.)

Keeping the pace slow, strong and steady, he did his best to stay tuned into his lover while enjoying the sensation as he worked his cock in and out of that tight heat. Several minutes passed and Goku’s breath grew constantly faster. The brunet’s heart was pounding in the cage of his ribs, and Gojyo could feel it, a constant thud against his own chest.

The form beneath him tensed suddenly and cried out, hips arching back into him. Shudders closed around him and the red haired kappa gritted his teeth. (Not yet- I’m not ready for this to end yet.) Riding out Goku’s orgasm, he carefully pulled out when the heat surrounding him relaxed. He reached under the brunet’s hip and grasped the used condom, causing more shivers to run through Goku as he removed it from half hard flesh. The worn shield went directly into the trash can.

Shifting back, Gojyo turned a motionless Goku on his back, who promptly flung his arms across his face- but not before the red head got a glimpse of scarlet staining his cheeks. Leaning forward, he grasped one wrist and tried to pry it away. “Goku? You okay? Look at me, monkey.”

“No.”

“Why?”
< br> “Just no!”

“Wasn’t it good?”

“…It was, but it wasn’t like before! And you didn’t come, did you? I went before you were ready.” Gold eyes hesitantly peeked past forearms at him. The brunet allowed one arm to be tugged away, revealing an unhappily blushing face. “I couldn’t help it, Gojyo, it felt really good.”

“Prostate… I must have been rubbing on your prostate.” Gojyo said slowly, thinking back over recent events. “I didn’t think of the angle.”

“I wanted it to be like last time, when we did it together.”

“Most people don’t come so close together like that. That was… a fluke. It’s okay like this, too, you know. So don’t be embarrassed.”

“For real?”

“Mm. This isn’t a movie or something, you know.” Erection throbbing insistently to remind him of its presence, he swallowed and ignored it.

“Then how did WE do it? We came around the same time.”

“It happens. Besides, like I said, you respond well to me. No, WE respond well to EACH OTHER.” Leaning down, he kissed the brunet softly. When he leaned back, intimate flesh brushed Goku’s thigh, drawing attention.

“I knew you were still hard.”

“It’s okay.” Seeing Goku open his mouth to protest, he shook his head and met the other’s eyes, hands stroking soothingly over the nearest limbs of the gold eyed brunet. “I mean, I still have options. But if you don’t mind, I’d like to finish with you. I still want you.”

A different kind of flush bloomed in Goku’s face, and after a moment he nodded his consent. He watched the red head pick up the bottle of lubricant and squeeze it over his fingers. An arched, scarlet eye brow and a nudge at his knee had the brunet opening hesitantly to him. Sliding the extra lube inside and reassuring them both of Goku’s state of readiness, the kappa withdrew his fingers and wiped them on the towel. Then he reached for a pillow and edged it under his lover’s hips.

“Gojyo, is this-?”

“What?” Sliding his erection inside without warning, he settled himself in the narrow cradle of his lover’s thighs while maintaining enough distance to ensure facial contact between them. Strong legs wrapped automatically around his waist, and he looked at Goku’s face. The gold eyed man looked surprised, though at what the kappa couldn’t say. Finding one of the monkey’s hands, he interlaced their fingers then rested his weight on his elbows and waited for Goku to say something.

“…Nothing. I can ask later.”

Frowning down at the gold eyed brunet, he shook his head. “What is it? Should I stop?”

Instead of answering, Goku kissed him hard, the distance not as great as it had been the first time they’d tried it in this position. The hand clutched in his tightened its grip, and the other swept down his back in a caress. (Stupid monkey, just tell me what’s going through your head. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, damn it. I’ve never had an unwilling partner in my life, and I’m not about to start with you now.)

Hips rocked against him, and legs tried to tug him closer, urging him to begin, and the mouth against his gentled. Goku spoke, and it was as if he’d read Gojyo’s mind. “Do it. I’m waiting, and I want to do this for you.”

“Are you sure-“

“I want to! And I want to think about the way you move in me, and be able to concentrate at the same time.”

(Okay, the ego didn’t like that comment. I want you driven to distraction, damn it.) Eyes narrowing, he began, backing his hips and thrusting in, going with the idea of deep, strong, slow and steady strokes. Goku tucked his head against Gojyo’s neck, shivering a little, and eventually his body began to respond, clutching at the erection sundering it, legs trying to pull the red head closer as he entered. Hot breath seared his skin as his young lover panted, until the brunet pulled back and hissed softly. “Gojyo, something’s wrong. I’m starting to get hot again.”

“Nothing’s wrong. Sometimes you can be more sensitive if you’ve already come once.” (Much better,) he thought, beginning to grin, and wormed a hand between their chests.

“What?” Then the brunet hissed sharply as a thumb ran over his nipple.

“Let’s see if we can still do it together, pretty baby, okay?” Rubbing lightly over pebbled flesh, he gently pressed his mouth to his young lover’s. Goku responded to the kiss if not to his words, and followed the rhythm set by Gojyo. This time, their experience of coming together was more familiar and more intense, and with the small change that allowed them to kiss without stretching too far, the gold eyed brunet’s seeming oral fetish was indulged. The languid kisses they shared just seemed to enhance the pace of leisurely rocking they set.

At one point Goku tried to demand the red head hurry up, but he refused, long scarlet hair a privacy curtain keeping the words he spoke into the brunet’s mouth between the two of them. “No. This is what I wanted- to fuck you slow and long. Endure it, okay, I promise you’ll like it.”

“I like it too much,” The brunet mumbled back, then wrapped his free arm around Gojyo’s neck and held on, his attention fixed on his lover.

Gojyo held out as long as he could, his own attention just as fixated on Goku. That spot that tended to melt inside him wasn’t melting. It was burning hotly and spreading throughout his body, pooling where ever he touched his lover. The heat seemed enhanced by their intimate movements and their long strings of kisses. (Why is sex with Goku so different? There’s something there and I can’t tell what it is.)

Feeling the warning beginnings of tension building in his lower body, he slid his hand down between them to encircle Goku’s revived erection. The gold eyed brunet stopped kissing him with a sharp sound and then buried his face under the red head’s chin. A soft chant consisting of his name began to be whispered continually against his throat. Swallowing, Gojyo tightened his grip on the hand he had in his grasp, a silent acknowledgement, and continued pleasuring them both until they climaxed. Climaxing first, the kappa lost the rhythm and thrust wildly into the receiving heat, stroking hand frantically working in unison to trigger the brunet’s orgasm. When Goku stiffened and shuddered from his efforts, a low, slightly awed moan breathed hotly against Gojyo’s skin, the crimson eyed man slowed to a stop and released the twitching cock in his hand, a feeling of supreme satisfaction mingling with the aftershocks of his own release.

Legs were still locked around his waist, and the arm around his neck. Goku didn’t seem to be inclined to look at him, still shivering and hiding against his body. He himself felt as if he’d run a marathon, the blood rushing in his ears. Deciding against moving, he concentrated on their breathing and the mingled scents that hung in the air. After a few moments, Goku’s limbs loosened and he dropped back against the bed limply, eyes closed. Staring, it took Gojyo more than a minute to reach the conclusion that the younger man had passed out.

“Goku?” (No answer. Maybe I went too far. Goku’s still new to us.) Sighing, he started to sit up only to find he couldn’t free one hand readily- Goku was still clutching his hand in a strong grip. Tugging free of him carefully, he set about cleaning up, putting the second condom in the trash and toweling off Goku. The spent seed on the brunet’s abdomen was a small amount, more translucent, and even with no monkey to observe him, he leaned over him and lapped the pool of moisture from his skin. When the kappa was finished, he attended to himself and then stopped to think past the groggy bliss. (He’s clean, I’m clean… clothes? Do I have the energy? What if Hakkai comes in to wake us up? Wait, Hakkai almost always wakes us up.)

The image of a smiling Hakkai knocking on the door in the fore of his mind, Gojyo made the effort and gathered their clothes. Pulling on his pants, he forewent the tank and started on redressing Goku, which was easier said than done. When he finished wresting the nightshirt on the brunet, he slid into bed beside the monkey and gathered him up, too tired to free the covers or worry about the lamp. (Why the hell do I always seem to be doing all the damn clean up work when we do this stuff?) Glancing down at Goku’s sleeping face, at the pleasure lingering in the peaceful expression, Gojyo sighed and took one of the brunet’s hands in his own, then twined their fingers together before he closed his eyes. (Oh, well. I guess it’s just one of those things.)
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The next time he woke, he was alone, the space beside him cooling without its other occupant, and he was tucked under the covers. It took his hand reaching out and finding naught but air as far as the wall to make him open his eyes and look; it left him disappointed and vaguely irritated. Stretching, eyes closing, he could hear sounds rising from beneath the floor boards- the clack of dishes being stacked on the table, the rattle of the wooden chopsticks in their storage cup, and the thud of bare feet on the floor and stairs.

(Hakkai’s up. Where the hell’s the monkey?) He didn’t like to admit it, but a seed of doubt had been planted last night from Sanzo’s little escapade. (Sanzo- it’s not that I don’t trust him with the monkey. If anything, it makes the most sense, those two together. But he doesn’t act like he wants to be with Goku; Sanzo never has. So, I’m missing something. I just have to figure out what it is. Fuck, I hate mysteries.)

There was a soft knock on the door before Hakkai cracked it open and peered inside. “Gojyo? Breakfast is ready.”

“I’m coming.” Kicking the bed clothes off, Gojyo sat up and stretched before reaching for his tank top. (The lamp’s off) “Where’s the monkey?”

“Goku’s all ready downstairs, waiting impatiently.” The green eyed man answered, pushing the door further open. He was still dressed in his sleep clothes. “We were a little low on rice, so I made extra dishes to fill the void.”

“Are there any rice balls left?” Swinging his feet to the floor, he stood, stretched a little more then reached for his cigarettes and lighter on the desk.

“No, I’m afraid not.”

“Damned monkey. He should be eating bananas, not rice and cod roe.” Tucking the items in his hip pockets, the red haired kappa looked up to find himself under careful emerald scrutiny. “What?”

Hakkai instantly smiled as if the penetrating gaze had never been. “Only half were cod roe, actually. The other half was tuna-mayonnaise.”

“Hey.”

“What is it?”

“Last night Sanzo kissed me.”

Sable brown brows arched questioningly. “Oh?”

“But it wasn’t me he was kissing.”

“…Oh.”

“Don’ ;t ‘oh’ me. What the hell’s going on with that shit ass priest?” Narrowing crimson eyes at his best friend, Gojyo took a few steps closer, voice lowering. “If he wanted the monkey, why didn’t he just say so? Goku has always been focused on him, so it wouldn’t have been hard for Sanzo to get his attention.”

The other brunet looked at him almost helplessly, and Gojyo would have believed him if it weren’t for the second expression he could see just behind the first mask. “I don’t know, Gojyo. You’ll have to ask Sanzo.”

Moving out the door past Hakkai, Gojyo mumbled just loud enough for the other man to hear. “You know. You just like seeing Sanzo take pot shots at me.”

Hakkai laughed behind him, and it wasn’t his usual laugh but one that sounded slightly disconcerted. “A ha ha…”

“Come on, let’s go and eat. If we don’t, the bottomless monkey will eat it all.”

“Ah. I guess you’re right. I’ll go get Sanzo.” With that, Hakkai went the opposite way down the hall.

Running his hands through his hair as he descended the stairs, Gojyo grumbled lightly to himself. (I wake up and Goku isn’t there, which sends me into a bad mood. What gives? That’s pathetic.)

“Hurry up, Gojyo, I’m hungry.” Goku’s voice was plaintive. He headed directly for the table from the foot of the stairs to where the brunet was standing, the last pair of chopsticks in the cup Goku held awaiting placement on the chopstick rest. Plates had already been served with fried eggs and its accompaniments, and the table was crowded with several serving platters. Some of them were things Hakkai usually didn’t serve at breakfast, which would make for an interesting meal.

“You’re not even finished setting the table, monkey.” Gojyo countered. (And I feel better knowing where you’re at.)

“But the sooner everyone sits down, the sooner we can start! And I’m starving for real!” Setting the last pair in place on the chopstick rest, Goku stepped away to the sideboard to set the cup on the serving platter that had been used to transport the dishes and utensils. The as yet pajama clad brunet turned back around and frowned at him. “Are you still grumpy?”

“…No. Just wondered where you were at.” Pulling out a cigarette, he placed it in his mouth and left it unlit.

Goku padded up to him and removed the cigarette before kissing him. It was sweet, welcoming and brief- a ‘good morning’ kiss.

There was a warning click behind them.

“I don’t want to see it, you bastards,” Sanzo gritted out as they turned to look at him. He was already fully dressed, robes draped around his waist. Hakkai stood behind him. “Keep it in the damned bedroom.”

Violet eyes met crimson. Then Sanzo huffed more and put the gun away as he started for the table.

(Do I start shit, or do I let it go for now?)
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TBC…
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To the wonderful people who took time to give me their opinions!

Ryoko-onee: Hi! You didn’t really miss them; the last two were posted at odd times. As long as you get to read, I’m happy. Thank you- I kind of felt like it was lacking some. Sanzo- that part I can totally see cracking people up like that. I was pretty sure I’d seen you somewhere posted, but couldn’t remember clearly. I’ll have to try and track your stuff down now, or when I get time.

SnappedChopstick: Hello- don’t feel guilty. People are in a rush, or want to think about what they’ve read first, or are just shy. As long as people enjoy it, I don’t really mind a bit; they’ll decide sooner or later what they want to say. I don’t seem to have a favorite do or die couple for Saiyuki, though I’m certainly enjoying this one. Sanzo- I don’t know that I’d say he’s in a constant bad mood, but anger seems to be the way he prefers to express himself. That seems to be his one definite thing, and opens up a whole different can of worms, so let’s save that for a rainy day. ^_^; I honestly don’t think I can take too much credit for writing this fiction; my muse is the one craving it like water, and I’m just her slave. I’ve started trying to go over the earliest works to fix stuff, but time keeps flying. I’ll get it done eventually. This fiction as cannon- you flatter me! As long as people enjoy, I’m happy. And there’s smut there, you just have to read to find it, lol. What’s becoming important is how they are changing, and what they’re changing into. I’m still tempted to make another story arc because of all the changes. Ah, well. I hope you enjoy this chapter, too.


Karie Chaos: Here you go! And who said Sanzo is good? Good luck finding your katana!

Flow: Thanks! Enjoy! ^_^

Gingitsune: I’m glad you’re enjoying the story. I think Sanzo is sort of playing with Gojyo’s head, but doesn’t realize it. Only the muse knows all that will happen; I bow down before her scariness.

Jdee: I’m just glad you got there safely. Thank you very much, but if you’re a writer, too, just hang in there and keep practicing. It just takes lots of time and practice. ^_^

Terry: Here you go!

Atocha: It’s okay, it’s the muse! It’s her fault things are like this.

Coolbunny234: Sweet! I’m glad you like everything so far. ^_^

Angel Gynnie: Yep, Goku’s wondering what’s up with Gojyo’s endearment. I didn’t really mean to leave that in, but it’s there and the muse is amused, so… >shrugs< Go to sleep, and sweet dreams!

Maiden of the Blue Moon: Hi! You’re Ren Chan, aren’t you? I remember the email address from before. I’m going to try and get to more of your stuff; just give me time. In the mean time, just practice. Actually, I think everyone’s very ooc, simply because this is not cannon, and now that I think about it, I consider it to be an Alternate Universe type. Thank you, though I don’t know about brilliant. Lyrical poetry is what I seem to like best, for flow. For adding stories to favorites… look up at the address bar- those last number digits? You paste or type them in the space, and it should go up. Try that, okay?

lady_kail: Hi there! Thank you- I hope this one meets everyone’s standards. ^_^

Devi: Yaoi Con- I’m so envious! I hope you have a good time, ne? You better! Actually, the last two should have been one too long fic. >_< I’m not worried about the plot; everyone probably saw that one coming a mile away and said ‘About damned time it got here!’ Death warrant on Sanzo- heh heh, I’d like to see the person that could carry it out! What Gojyo said that riled Goku- it’s the endearment he used. It’s the first time he’s used one, and it has Goku wondering what’s up. I was going to cut it out, but it got past me somehow and now the muse likes it. I do like Naruto the series; I’ll read it if you can send them though it’ll take me time. You can use my email address or however you wish to do it. See ya!

SMercury: Thank you very much; here’s the newest chapter and I hope it pleases.
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See y’all, everyone- until next time! Happy Thanksgiving!