Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Teaching Goku ❯ Needing Privacy ( Chapter 13 )

Title: Needing Privacy

Author: Quirk othe Trade

Category: fan fiction

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

Rating: Adult, legal age and up or mature minds.

C&CC: If you don't mind! ^_^ quirkothetrade @ yahoo.com

Warnings: Oral indulgences, language, too, I think.

Disclaimers: Naught do I own but lint, nor monies do I make; all is for the glory that is Minekura Sensei’s Saiyuki.

A/N: This is another one that should have been one long piece, but instead I’m breaking it into two. I have found ‘Haru wo Daiteita’, or ‘Embracing Love’ as it’s call here in the states, by Youka Nitta. The art work is first rate and the story is engaging- I definitely recommend it. I also recommend ‘Our Kingdom’ by Naduki Koujima, who also did ‘Selfish Love’. The art work and story line is cute. There’s a short story at the end of this fiction; I’m thinking of just adding it as a separate title. If I do, I’ll put up the first and second chapters together. Tell me what you think, everyone.

Beta: Un-betaed.

Special Thanks: My Anee Chan, who gave me my Kumaguro Hugs satchel. ‘Gravitation’ is great!

Synopsis: Privacy is hard to come by…
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"We're lost, aren't we." Grinding out his cigarette beneath his heel, Gojyo looked at Hakkai and Sanzo, who were consulting over the map with a compass. "I thought that the shortcut that guy back there told us about was too convenient. The fucker stranded us in the middle of a damned forest.”

“We're a little off course, but we're not lost,” Hakkai said firmly. “But the trees and underbrush are a bit much to drive through, so we'll have to walk until it either thins out or we exit the woods.” He blinked and looked around, tucking the compass away. “Where did Goku go?”

“He's over there. He found some fruit or something.” Lighting up a second smoke, the red head jerked his head sideways. “Jeep's with him.”

“Hakuryu! Goku! Where are you? It's time to go.” The driver called, stepping forward and leaving Sanzo to finish the smoke in his hand. Violet eyes flickered at him then away, then Sanzo turned so they were no longer facing each other.

Annoyed and out of sorts, Gojyo leaned back against the nearest tree and sucked down nicotine like it was a life line. A restlessness had developed and built up inside him as the days had gone by. They had been busting their asses the last week just driving and fighting ambush after lame ambush. It was like the current region was nothing but Kougaiji minions popping out of thin air. There seemed to be no rest, and worse, the last innkeeper had charged them for the damages done by the youkai they'd fought. All of it just fucking sucked, and on top of that, there had been no privacy at all. Sanzo had made them all sleep together in the same room because of the intense attacks. Even all the baths had attendants that never left. He and Goku had only managed to come together once, when they had been forced to camp out, and while they'd loved every minute of it, he hadn't been able to bed his brunet lover the way he'd really wanted to.

(If we'd just had our own room… shit. I loved sucking him off and finger fucking him and everything else, but I want him properly in bed, under me… damn it, don’t go there. I wonder how he really feels about doing it out of the bedroom- shit, I haven't even had a chance to ask! Touching his hand even a little makes me want to pin him against the wall and just… and no kissing with the parental units around. Almost four days without kissing him, really KISSING him- stolen pecks on the cheek or mouth don't count, and that night in the water was just too short. Holding him when we sleep at night is even getting dangerous because his morning wood pressed against my hip makes me want to… Gah! Don't think about it!) Feeling the umpteenth eager half erection pop up, he shoved his hands in his pockets and discreetly adjusted himself while he thought about something else. (Though I think it's funny that Hakkai keeps sending him to my bed after Sanzo's asleep because the monkey won't quit tossing and turning. Poor Hakkai just wants some rest.)

“Sanzo, Gojyo! Come this way, please!” Hakkai's voice carried back to them on the wind, and Gojyo slouched forward at first before making himself straighten up. Ignoring Sanzo, he took the lead and followed the direction of the older brunet's voice. The kappa found Hakkai standing underneath a tree burdened with heavy, too ripe peaches, a monkey and a white dragon. But the green eyed man wasn't watching their youngest members, but just staring out past the side of the cliff that ended a few feet away.

“What is it, Hakkai?” Stopping on the older brunet's left side, he turned his attention to where those eyes were fastened. “Hey, is that the town?”

"I think so."

"Hey, Mister Stupid Monkey! If you could see the town, why didn't you say anything?" Gojyo tilted his head back to look at him as he shoved his hands in his pockets once more.

"Don't call me stupid!" Goku growled around a mouthful of peach. "I didn't see it! I was busy eating!"

The younger brunet was seated on a lower, thicker branch near the trunk. Hakuryu perched before him and both were snacking on peaches. It looked like Goku had been nice and ripped the dragon's fruit in half, letting him have at the juicy flesh.

(Get your mind out of the gutter, Gojyo,) He silently chided himself as he watched a sticky finger disappear into his lover's mouth. Dragging his eyes away, he focused on the town ahead of them. "Are you sure this is a town? It looks big enough to be a city."

"Well, we shouldn't have much trouble finding a place for the night. Ne, Sanzo?"

All attention suddenly focused on the blond priest, who stood back from the rest of them. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth for a moment. "Ah. Let’s go."
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Goku stood as close as possible to Gojyo as they leaned against a wall outside a small bakery, Hakuryu perked atop his head. Hakkai and Sanzo were inside talking to the counter attendant about other possible hotels. (Well, Hakkai’s the one talking. Sanzo’s just supervising.)

"It smells so good- I wish they'd hurry up," The monkey muttered. "The smell is making me hungry again."

"Be patient, monkey. The first place didn't take pets, and the last one was full." (And total assholes. They thought Sanzo was a cosplayer.) Glancing back over his shoulder, the red head scrutinized the breads on display as he thought about how much money he had in his pockets. "Have you ever had bagels?"

"Bagels? What's that?"

"A type of bread that looks like a donut, but it's not a pastry." He turned and looked down at his gold eyed lover inquiringly, who looked like he was thinking hard about it. Finally Goku shook his head.

"I don't think so."

A faint grin twitched the corners of Gojyo's mouth before he squashed it. "Hold on a minute."

As he entered the shop, he heard the white dragon coo behind him. A bell rang genteelly, and everyone looked up as he stepped inside. Hakkai looked at him questioningly, and he just grinned and headed for the little table laid out with bundles of packaged bagels. Picking out two mixed bags- one with strawberry and blueberry, the other with garlic and onion- he took them directly to the counter and set them down to dig in his pockets for the money, aware of two faces pressed against the bakery window as he did so.

"Gojyo?" Hakkai asked.

"It's Goku and food, man. It's a bad idea to have him wait outside a shop without anything to distract him from his stomach."

"Two bags at two-fifty each- your total is five dollars and ten cents." The clerk said softly, a doe eyed woman who looked maybe nineteen with short, shoulder length hair, the ends flipped under. She accepted the money from him after she slipped the bagels into a bakery bag with their logo. "Enjoy and please have a good day."

"You're going to spoil him." Sanzo said, drooping violet eyes seemingly bland.

"Maybe I am." Gojyo answered, picking up the bag. He flashed a small smile at Sanzo, a real one rather than one designed to piss the priest off. "We'll just have to see."

Walking off before Sanzo could answer, Gojyo made it out the door without a shot being fired at him, for which he was grateful. Normal Sanzo behavior toward him for any little thing was a gun shot nowadays.

Goku turned to him as he exited the front door, a hand still pressed to the glass and his eyes wide. "Gojyo?"

"Here. Knock yourself out. They should taste good and be filling at least." Dangling the bag before him, he watched a smile dawn on the brunet's face. It started in the eyes and fanned out to the rest of his face, mouth curving toothily.

"Thank you!" Reaching for the bag, Goku ripped into one of the packages, releasing the scents of garlic and onion. Hakuryu, still perched atop his head, tugged on a lock of hair and mewled questioningly- ‘Where’s mine?’ The brunet ripped a small piece out of the cooked dough and offered it up to him. “Sorry; here.”

The white serpentine neck stretched out to accept the offering daintily.

Gojyo edged past them and settled back where he’d been at before, suppressing the smile that wanted to crack on his mouth. (All right, he’s cute, I admit it.) Pulling out his cigarettes, he frowned at the half empty pack, then tapped one out to be smoked. (Need to get more cancer sticks.)

“It’s chewy!” Goku slid back into place beside him, Hakuryu chirping impatiently for more.

“Hey, parrot, where do you put it all? The monkey at least has an excuse for horsing down food. What’s yours?” Flipping the lid of his lighter closed, he shoved it in his pocket.

The tiny white dragon, on the verge of accepting another piece, turned and eyeballed the red haired kappa, then spit an even tinier, if blistering, fire ball at him. Ignoring Goku’s screech, Gojyo leaned back to miss it, then turned to scowl, pulling the cigarette from his mouth. “Hey!”

“Ahhhhhh! Gojyo, don’t tease him with stupid stuff when he’s on my head!” Goku scolded, still offering the food to the dragon, who took it with an air of satisfaction. “I don’t want to be set on fire, even on accident!”

“Hey, he’s the one who can’t- whoa.” A flash of brilliant peacock blue caught the kappa’s attention over the head of the monkey and dragon, and he stared as the crowds parted. A slender, long limbed woman made tall by stacked platform sandals was dressed in loose robes of the rich color, full cleavage artfully exposed with careful drapes of the fabric and legs flashing a hint of calf. The silver embroidered white sash created a high waist and allowed the silky material to flow gracefully as she walked slowly, purposefully toward them, a small bag on her wrist with some local logo on it. Her inky hair was tied back from her face with silver combs and hair sticks, the mass of it falling down her back. As she came closer, a small chiming sound became more and more audible, silver ankle bells ringing with each step. Her face was the kind that would age gracefully; it was already hard to tell her exact age.

(Hot, hot, hot- expensive as hell looking, but damn-)

Brown eyes flickered at them as she drew even, evaluating and weighing them, then she nodded to them with a slight bow as she passed and entered the bakery. Gojyo let a sigh as the door swung shut, glanced down at the half burned cigarette dangling in his fingers and muttered a curse as he put it back in his mouth.

“Gojyo? You like that kind of woman?”

Startled, he looked down into questioning gold eyes. The brunet stood there with a half circle of bread in one hand, the bag in the other, and he suddenly seemed tiny and unbearably delicate with his eyes huge and lips parted slightly, a tiny crumb at the corner of his mouth. From his vantage point, Hakuryu seemed to be eyeballing him again, just daring the red head to say something out of line and earn himself another little gift.

“To look at, yeah.” Leaning down, Gojyo brushed his lips over the corner of his mouth, tongue flickering to clean up the crumb. Then he moved sideways to kiss him softly before pulling back a little, crimson eyes boring into gold as he spoke lowly. “I’m not cheating on you, okay? I’ve been going nuts because I can’t bed you the way I want to, I haven’t even been able to kiss you properly in days- do you know how dangerous it is for me to be around you right now? As soon as we can manage to get a room to ourselves, I’m stripping you down and doing awesomely perverted things to you, you know that?”

Wide gold eyes widened even further, then a bright flush rushed through Goku’s face. Eyes dropping to the bagel in his hand, he stared at it before ripping off a bite. “That- that’s not what I was asking.”

Leaning his shoulder against the brick wall, Gojyo stared down at him, letting a little of his desire show on his face. “Then what were you asking?”

“I don’t know! You made me forget.” Half scowling, half pouting, Goku leaned his back against the wall beside him and glared sideways at him as he took another bite. “Don’t say things like that in public, you pervert kappa.”

The red head chuckled, and Goku’s face changed, going soft at the sound. “Gojyo…”

The door bell rang behind them and they froze. “-are you sure it’s not too much trouble?”

“I’m sure.” (Rich, cultivated- it had to be the woman who went in.)

“Ah, Gojyo, Goku,” Hakkai said. They turned as he addressed them. Sanzo stood at his left, and the petite clerk stood beside the elegant woman dressed in a light jacket. “This lady owns an inn. We might be in luck after all.”

“This time of year is busy for us right now because of the transport routes. All the daily harvests, the temples need materials for their talismans, fabric makers are sending to the tailors, geisha and brothels- the drivers and guards take up a lot of space besides their caravans.”

“There are geisha here?” Gojyo asked, and felt a finger poke painfully into his back. He reached back and caught the wrist of the offending hand.

“Yes, and they’re very strict about their clientele.” The woman narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m Jun, and this is An Ling.”

“Nice to meet you, Jun San.” Tilting his head, Gojyo returned the stare. “I’ve never heard of geisha outside of Japan.”

“They are few and far between, but we are fortunate to be blessed with their presence.” Starting around him, An Ling at her heels, Jun began to lead the way. “If you’ll follow me, gentlemen, the inn is this way.”
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“Goku’s disappeared,” Hakkai said, frowning. He stood near the middle of their room with his arms crossed over his chest. “Gojyo, do you know where he is?”

Looking up from the stray magazine he’d picked up from the night stand beside his bed, the red head shook his head, long hair swaying against his neck from a ponytail. They were stuck in the same room as the other couple again, but that was due more to the tight accommodations than anything else. At least it was a large comfortable room, with a table and chairs in the middle of the room and its own attached shower and toilet. “We checked in, we ate, Sanzo used up most of the hot water while you and Goku went shopping, I stole Sanzo’s newspaper and read it, got caught, got shot at, you guys came in, you talked Sanzo out of killing me…”

“Ah ha ha ha! I think I see.” The green eyed man turned to the other occupant in the room, seated at the table absorbed in the news. “Sanzo, have you seen Goku?”

“He went out the door with the bakery bag.”

“I’ll go look for him.” Gojyo set aside his magazine and sat up on the edge of the bed. Sliding his feet into his shoes, he picked up his lighter and cigarettes to shove in his pocket. “Jun San said there’s a terrace and garden out back. Maybe he went out there to commune with nature.”

“If you run off somewhere and get caught with your pants down, don’t expect any help,” Sanzo warned.

“Lay the fuck off, Sanzo. Your attitude’s a pain in the ass.” Standing, Gojyo stretched, then made for the door. A thought crossed his mind about his vest, but he dismissed it and left it on his bed. “I’ll find him, Hakkai. Be back soon.”

“See you when you get back.” The door closed on Hakkai and Sanzo, and Gojyo strolled down the hall to the lobby.

“Excuse me, which way to the terrace?” The kappa asked the desk clerk, who pointed to the left. “Go this way and exit through the large glass doors before you reach the dining room, sir.”

“Thanks.” He flashed a smile and continued on to exit the appointed doors. A carefully laid out terrace with a small fountain laid before him, a small path of smooth stone leading away into the depths of the garden, however great that might be. The patio was empty of all people, so he continued on down the path, eyes peeled for the familiar form of his lover. The path swept around the enclosed bit of forest, and there was still no sight of Goku as he paused with the fountain ahead of him. Turning, he backtracked, scanning the trees for dangling limbs. Towards the back, where there was a small locked shed, there were also thickly grown bushes that grew around a tree. (Those shrubs… is there a space behind there?)

Trying to figure out how to get behind the screening shrubbery, he finally decided to go through them at their thinnest point. The leaves scratched slightly where his arms were bare, the bandages wrapping his forearms offering some protection. Once past the branches, Gojyo found himself in a small green space sheltered by the tree and blocked on three sides, one by the shed and two by the building. Seated against the wall was the missing monkey, happily and peacefully munching the bread he’d been bought earlier. “So this is where you ran off to. You made Hakkai worry and fuss.”

“Sorry.”

“Tell Hakkai, not me.”

Gold eyes smiled at him, and the kappa moved to sit beside him. The brunet was dressed in his jeans and night shirt, the armor and cape missing, the bag in his lap for easy bread consumption. Pulling out his cigarettes, Gojyo lit up and leaned back, cool limestone supporting him. Lowering his hand closest to Goku against his side, he wasn’t surprised by the tentative touch, nor by the gradual creep of warm fingers curling with his. Hand holding for them had developed little by little since they had continued their journey. What had started in their intimate acts had carried over to under the blankets as they fell asleep in the Jeep. Now they were starting to do it at other times, when no one was present, a hesitant reaching out to one another that neither of them seemed able or inclined to stop. Time was still as they sat quietly together, each engrossed in their own activity yet all too aware of the other’s presence in the small, dim and quiet space, a heavy sense of air and breath cushioning them and shutting out the rest of the world.

The cylinder of tobacco inevitably burned down between his fingers and he tapped it out against the wall. Before he could reach for a second one, a bagel half was thrust under his nose. Meeting the other man’s eyes, he accepted it and tore off a bite, yeast and blueberries bursting on his tongue as he chewed. “So you liked the bagels?”

“Yeah, though they’re not as great as meat buns.”

“Nothing’s as good as meat buns in your opinion, monkey,” Gojyo said lightly, ripping off a piece of bagel. Goku didn’t disappoint him, mouth opening wide to snap at him, and he shoved the bread into the brunet’s mouth. Goku tried to bite his finger, glared when that failed and chewed the food. “Don’t call me a monkey.”

“What should I call you?”

“Goku.”

“‘Monkey̵ 7; suits you better.”

“Shut up!” He bit into his own half of the bagel. “Hey, Gojyo?”

“Ah.”

“Why do you call me ‘pretty baby’? I’m not a girl or a baby.”

Gojyo blinked. (Huh?) “When did I call you that?”

“When we were doing it.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.” Goku turned to look up at him, the last of the bagel already gone. The red head returned his gaze, finishing off his own half.

“Not.”

“Did, too.” Gold eyes frowned at him, face shifting into stubborn lines. (That mouth of his looks better when he’s been well kissed or moan- damn it, don’t go there! Shit, all ready half hard… )

“Not.”

“Did, too!”

“That’s it!” Gojyo tugged on the hand he held, jerking the surprised brunet off balance. He caught the other’s weight in his arms and pulled his lover as close as possible as he swooped down to kiss him. Goku protested with a short sound then wrapped his free arm around the kappa’s neck, budding anger transmuting into something more heated. Readjusting his grip on Goku, Gojyo lifted him into his lap. Jean clad knees planted themselves at his hips, halting direct contact. Small hard hands cupped his jaw as Goku broke the kiss. Gold and crimson eyes zeroed in on each other. “What was that for?”

“I don’t feel like arguing with you, Goku.” His own hands sliding down to grip the gold eyed brunet’s hips, he resisted the urge to go farther and grope his lover, reminding himself that they didn’t have a private room to return to. (Still, it feels good to hold him, even if I can’t do anything more.) “I feel like making you MOAN. Do you understand, Goku?”

Gold eyes going molten, Goku lowered himself fully into the red head’s lap. Then he stretched out against him, pressing his hips against Gojyo as his arms wound around his neck. That delectable mouth opened in a silent sound of surprise. “You’re already getting hard.”

“…You’re not one to talk.” (HE’S already THERE. Screw it… ) His hands, flexing restlessly on Goku’s hips, slid down to his backside, groping and squeezing through the heavy cloth then slipping his fingers into inviting pockets. Goku shifted against him, face going soft and flushed. “Were you going to practice your first lesson, Goku?”

“…Maybe. You’re not the only one who wants to get off.”

“I don’t want to just get off, I want to pound you into the nearest mattress. Hey, tell me, before then- did you really never touch yourself?”

Goku stared at him, then his eyes dropped to the kappa’s mouth. “…I didn’t do it all the way through, so it doesn’t count. The first time I came was with you. Before that, it just kind of felt good to touch it.”

(The first…) “I gave you your first orgasm? I like that.” Gojyo couldn’t help the grin curving his mouth.

“Orgasm?”

“When you come. You know, that awesome moment when you get all tingly and scream ‘Gojyo Sama’-”

“Hey, shut up! I do not!” Goku turned scarlet, and Gojyo laughed softly before leaning his forehead down against the monkey’s.

“I’ll make you scream my name one night. I’ll make you feel so good that you can’t help it.”

“Impossible. It can’t feel any better than it does now.” Tilting his head a little, the brunet brushed his lips over Gojyo’s, once, twice then was caught the third time. Slender hips rocked against him and the red head found himself clutching those hips against himself, grinding up into the insistent bulge. Goku struggled with him over dominance of the kisses, the lead stolen back and forth several times as they licked, probed and nibbled at each other. The kisses ended finally when Goku pulled back gasping. “Gojyo, stop… it’s starting to hurt.”

Gojyo immediately slowed to a stop, hands still gripping pockets. “You’re that hard? Sorry. You should have told me. I can help you with that.”

“But you said we couldn’t do it in public places-”

“We’re not doing it, I’m going to suck you off. And this is private enough that I’m not worried about getting caught or anything else.” Goku gave him a confused look for the last part, and he sighed and shook his head. “Never mind. Get back against the wall, okay?”

They rearranged themselves, Goku leaned up against the wall and Gojyo on his knees between the brunet’s spread legs. Pushing the tail of Goku’s shirt out of the way, the red head undid the gold eyed man’s pants one closure at a time, reaching past the barriers of fabric to free the erection straining the material. The swollen flesh he cradled was darkening to a dark crimson, and Goku made a noise suspiciously like a whimper at the handling. Wrapping his hand around the shaft, he stroked firmly and gently but avoided the head. Tongue slipping along his bottom lip, Gojyo dipped down to take Goku in his mouth. Fingers found their way into his hair and tugged the elastic out, pulling uncomfortably on the long strands before they fell free. The fingers tightened at the base of his neck in the red silk as he slid the erection past his lips, a sigh of relief preceding a litany of soft moans. (Why is it that I always end up giving him a blow job to relieve him? One of these nights, when we have time, I’m doing it from the top. At least right now I have a little leeway.)

Sucking slowly, swallowing only occasionally at first, Gojyo took his time about taking most of the erection into his mouth. When the head finally reached the back of his throat, he hummed softly before retreating, teeth scrapping gently in the wake. The fingers in his hair tightened and Goku’s moans turned breathy before disappearing all together as Gojyo worked over the sensitized head with tongue and teeth. Repeating the whole process over again vocalized his lover once more, only his name replacing the low moaning chant.

Shifting lower as he worked, Gojyo finally ended up on his belly for the best access. Looping his arms around jean clad thighs, one hand drifted lower to stroke over the bulge of Goku’s sac still concealed in the pale fabric. The body he held jerked slightly, and as he continued, it grew increasingly taunt. Looking up through his lashes sporadically, the kappa watched his lover’s expression. Eyes half mast and pupils dilated, lips barely moving between sounds, Goku was watching him closely as he repeated every step over slowly. It was teasing his own arousal higher, and Gojyo shifted his hips so his erection wasn’t pressed so hard against the ground. The next time he reached the head of the brunet’s cock, he paid it extra attention, then pulled away. A guttural protest gurgled from Goku’s throat, and he shushed him as he gripped slender hips in his hands. “I want you to move your hips, pretty baby, like the way I do when I’m between your legs. I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Not waiting for a reply, the red head slid his mouth over the tip of his erection, slowly urging those hip forward and Goku followed his direction hesitantly with shallow movements. Gojyo encouraged him with small wordless sounds and his hands, their tempo increasing slowly until Goku was thrusting into his mouth with slow, sure thrusts. For insurance, the kappa left his hands where they were as he sucked, nibbled and laved where appropriate on the mouthful of flesh, salty essence caressing his tongue.

Goku pressed his shoulders and back against the wall and stopped suddenly, whimpering, causing Gojyo to look up at him questioningly. Gold eyes had darkened until they were nearly a light brown, and the red head could see himself reflected in them, face flushed just enough to tell and eyes bright past the fall of hair, his lips parted in an obscene intimate kiss. The brunet spoke his name very softly, voice broken, and Gojyo realized that his lover was on the verge of climax but was hesitating for some reason. Pulling back once again, the red haired kappa whispered to his lover. “I’ll take it from here.”

Focusing on the flushed head and its beading of liquid pearls for a long moment, ignoring the arising whimpering, he slid the rest of the cock into his mouth just before Goku tensed in his orgasm. Pearls poured down his throat and didn’t seem inclined to stop, the flesh quivering and jerking as release made it desperate, and Gojyo swallowed as quickly as he could until the flood eased off. Then he slowly withdrew, sucking gently on the softening shaft , and tucked satisfied flesh back behind fabric barriers. The fingers in his hair finally loosened then slid limply away. The red head sat up stiffly to finish zipping Goku’s jeans closed, and let a small smirk slip across his mouth as he watched the brunet sprawl bonelessly against the brick. Goku’s eyes were closed and his hands were limp at his sides, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

(I like making him feel good like that. I like causing that expression to show up on his face.) Cupping Goku’s jaw in both hands, Gojyo feathered kisses over his forehead, eyes and cheeks before brushing their lips together. Goku shifted and looped his arms around the red head’s shoulders as he returned the kiss, lips moving gently. Gold eyes opened gradually to gaze at him, and he broke away.

Goku spoke after a moment. “For real, there’s no way it can get any better than this. ”

“So I just have to blow you to make you happy? No more sex?”

“…Stupid kappa, I didn’t say that. I meant that I like everything the way it is.” One hand dropped from Gojyo’s shoulder down his chest, past his belt to rub the tent in the red head’s pants. Gojyo drew in a breath. “It’s a compliment.”

“I was just teasing you, monkey.”

“Well, don’t.” Fingers stopped their stroking to open the zipper fly and help free the eager erection. Wrapping his hand around the head, he squeezed lightly and rubbed his thumb over the tip. “Sit back. I want to make you feel good, too.”

“You have to let go first.” Gojyo squashed the random thought that crossed his mind about not letting go, and sat back as instructed when he was released. He sat back on his hands and mimicked Goku’s pose of spread legs as the brunet gathered himself up to move forward and lay on his belly. A hand encircled him again, pumping the shaft as gold eyes studied the hard flesh.

“How big are you, Gojyo? I mean, you look really big to me, but I’m comparing you to me.”

“You’re asking that NOW?” Gojyo said in disbelief, struggling not to stare at the hand working him. The other hand began massaging him through his pants, and he hissed slightly. “Shit…”

“Yeah, so tell me.” A thumb caressed over the glans again.

“I’m eight inches and something, almost nine. Add the fact I’m thick when I’m hard and yeah, I’m big. Your cock is somewhere around seven inches, I think, and even though you’re kind of thick when you’re hard, you’re still all proportionate or something so you don’t look huge.” Eyes unwilling to stay away any longer, he stared at his groin rather than at Goku. (I look huge when I’m in his hands because they’re smaller than mine.)

“So I’m normal, then?”

“I guess so. No woman would be disappointed with you in bed, anyway.”

“What about you?” Leaning forward, Goku blew gently across the moist tip, causing a chill to run through Gojyo before the question registered. “Eh?”

“Have I satisfied you in bed?”

“You know you have, Goku. And if you don’t get down to business, I’m going to come just from you handling me.” Shifting his gaze to Goku’s face, he stared at him unsmiling. “Why are you so insecure all of a sudden? Don’t be.”

The brunet hesitated for a moment before making up his mind. “Jun San-”

“-is hot, but that’s it. Besides, if I’m right, she’s not into men and is already taken. I’M already taken- by you. I want to fuck you when we wake up and when we go to bed and any time in between. It’s been pure hell that I can’t. I’m constantly springing woodys just from looking at you or even thinking about you. I promise you, I’m not going to cheat on you.” Resting his weight on one hand, Gojyo used the other to caress his lover’s face, thumb trailing over his bottom lip.

“…Okay.” Tugging Gojyo’s hand away, the brunet pressed a kiss to his palm and released him. Lips parted and the red head was suddenly enveloped in a heated, wet haven. Heat spiraled in his belly suddenly, and he felt himself twitch as Goku slid down.

“Goku, I’m not going to last long,” He warned with a moan.

The brunet made an affirming sound that vibrated around him, and he moaned again and fought against the instinct to arch his hips. Goku set to work sucking and laving, and every sound he drew forth seemed to egg the brunet on until Gojyo couldn’t take it any more of it. White clouded his vision as his body shuddered abruptly, the coil of tension sprung, words falling unheard from his lips as the climax spread through him.

When he reconnected to his body, he was flat on his back staring sightlessly at the leaves on the tree, the familiar weight of his lover curled against his side. Blinking, he made a quick scan with his senses. It was getting darker, heading toward dinner. His pants were closed, and the restlessness that had been building was gone for the most part, satiated with their current escapade. It was still quiet, but there was an energy rush in the nearby building that told of people working, probably the kitchen crew preparing food.

“Welcome back.” Turning his head, he found gold eyes smiling at him, head propped on the pillow of his arm. He smiled back. “Mm.”

“You said my name.” The monkey was unusually cheerful, looking as if he’d discovered a magic meat bun tree somewhere or something.

“Huh?”

“When you came, you said my name.” Leaning close, he kissed him with what Gojyo had termed his ‘good morning’ kiss. “I like that.”

“Mm.” Wrapping his arm around Goku’s shoulders, he struck, flipping them with Goku on his back. It elicited a squawk of surprise and equally surprised flailing, and Gojyo settled his weight between Goku’s legs quickly while catching a wrist with one hand. Pressing his hips against him, he leaned down to kiss him long and hard, leaving them both breathless as strong legs wrapped around his waist in response. Ducking his head, he spoke lowly but clearly into the brunet’s ear. “I’m glad I could make you happy. But you know what’d make me happy? You stripped naked-“

Goku immediately turned red in his peripheral vision. “Shut up!”

“-on a big bed, your legs spread, waiting for me-“

“Shut up!”

“-to lube your sweet ass up-“

“Shut up, Gojyo!”

“-and then you moaning as I sink into you-“

Strong legs gripped him closer even as Goku’s one free hand punched his side, and he laughed. “Shut up, I said! Honestly, Gojyo! Perverted kappa!”

The red head leaned over him, smiling, crimson eyes dancing. “Oh, come on. You like it when I talk dirty to you.”

Goku opened his mouth to argue and was interrupted by his stomach growling.

Gojyo arched an eyebrow, amused. “And that’s our cue to feed the monkey.” Dropping one more kiss on Goku’s mouth, he let him go and stood up. ‘It’s dinnertime, anyway. Let’s go find the parental units and eat.” He offered a hand to the brunet and pulled him to his feet when he accepted it.
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Padding back into the bedroom from the bath, a towel draped around his shoulders and clad in just a pair of clean pants, Gojyo was waylaid by Hakkai after his shower. Seated at the table with a book and Sanzo, the green eyed man held up a folded piece of paper. “Gojyo, a note arrived for you while you were bathing.”

“Eh?” Changing directions from his bed to the table, he took the slip of paper. It was a powder blue and bore a faint hint of expensive perfume that tease the senses. There was no name on it, and it was sealed with a bit of wax and an unfamiliar seal. “There’s no name on it.”

“The servant asked for the red haired man. So…”

“Ah.” Rubbing at his temple with a corner of terry cloth, he stared at the blue rectangle. (I don’t know anyone in this town. Neither does anyone else. Who the hell could it be from?) He broke the seal and scanned through the contents of the note. Feeling an eyebrow twitch, he tucked the note in his pocket when he was through. He took the towel and rubbed his hair with it one more time, then draped it over the back of a chair.

“Is something wrong, Gojyo?” Hakkai asked.

“No.” He went to Goku’s bed, where the brunet was tangled up in the bed clothes almost asleep, and leaned over him. The kappa tapped him on the shoulder. “Goku, let’s go. Someone wants to show us something.”

“Don’t be involving Goku in anything stupid or dangerous.” Sanzo said. It almost made Gojyo jump. The blond priest had been fairly silent lately, eyes narrowed and watching, the gun his usual reply. It made Gojyo remember the days of the fan fondly.

“It’s not stupid or dangerous. It’s early yet, barely nine-thirty. We’ll be back soon.” He answered, and shook Goku’s shoulder more roughly. “Hey, monkey, wake up already. We’ve got somewhere to go.”

“You didn’t come back very soon this afternoon. You didn’t show up until just before dinner.” Hakkai said in his polite voice. “And your hair elastic was missing when you did return.”

(Sweet Goddess, not the polite voice.) “I told you, we fell asleep in the garden and my hair got caught on a damned branch. It’s been a hellacious few days even for us, man. Cut us some slack.” Goku finally sat up and looked sleepily at the red head. “Come on, Goku. We’ve got some business to take care of.”

“But I’m tired, Gojyo. Can’t it-“

“No, it can’t wait. Come on.” He stood back as Goku grumblingly untangled himself from the bedclothes. “And put some pants on so you don’t embarrass yourself.”

“Shut up.” Reaching for the jeans folded atop his bag, he fumbled them on over his sleep shorts and rubbed his eyes before zipping them up. Watching him step into his shoes, Gojyo nodded, satisfied that Goku was sufficiently awake, and slid into his own footwear before grabbing the tank top he’d left on his bed.

“We’ll be back later. Don’t wait up on our account.” Preceding the monkey to the door, he opened it and let the younger man pass through first before following him out. He shut the door on a frowning Sanzo and questioning Hakkai before leading the way up the hall to a stairwell at the back of the inn.

“Hey, Gojyo, where are we going?” Goku asked at his back.

Stopping with a sudden grin, he reached back and took his lover’s hand in his to drag him up the stairs. Gojyo was unable to keep the anticipation out of his voice as he looked over his shoulder at Goku. “We’ve been invited to some privacy.”
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For everyone who reviewed! ~Q

Ryoko-onee: Thank you, I’m glad you liked it. Sanzo- I think at that point it’s been a long day and he’s just too tired to turn around and shoot Gojyo or anything, so he lets the matter go for right then. Not that he approves or anything. I was afraid that this piece came off more confused and rushed than anything, especially with the emotion in some of the scenes like the bath scene. But then I think, wait, it was rushed and everything for the characters, too, so shouldn’t that show? >_< Goku’s tossing and turning- he’d been doing that from the moment the other three went to bed. He got still because Sanzo threatened him. I’ll probably do a snapshot chapter of it later, so you’ll see. ^_^

hatochan: Thank you very much for the awesome review. >bow, bow< Don’t worry about reviewing; everyone will review when they’re ready, and you’re no exception. It’s about Divine Timing, I guess. Not everyone agrees with you, but I have tried to stay with everyone’s mannerisms and such, and be mature and concise. It is kind of hard. Like, the ones who smoke- I don’t smoke, so I had to stop and watch my friends and the people around me who do. Smoking habits really are unique to the person, and I never realized that until I did. ‘Saiyuki’ is a mature manga, and so it the anime to a degree, but it’s also funny, so I’ve tried to honor those aspects. Now I don’t know about Skittles rainbows and unicorms, but how it all ends is at the mercy of my muse, who has no mercy. >_< I’m just holding onto the hand straps as we go, and I’m hoping everyone else will, too. It’s just that sometimes love creeps up on you when you aren’t looking. ^_^ I kind of think that’s what’s happening to everyone

Jamie: I’m glad it cheered you up; it’s no fun being in a bad mood. :D

lady_kail: Thank you. Go change; there’ll be more later. ^_^

Jaina: You’re welcome, here’s more! I adore you and everyone else, too!

Vanessa: Here’s more! I’m happy you’re enjoying the story. I hope y’all are having a good New Year!

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Atocha: >heh< Thank you. ^_^

Braeca: Sorry, but you’ll just have to hang onto the hand straps with the rest of us. My muse is in charge, and she’s MEAN. I’ve got tissues, though, for when she does make us cry. ^_^ There’s going to be more forth coming, so don’t worry about that, but I can make no promises other wise.

D.L.: Thank you so much; you’re such a sweetie. You have a Happy New Year, too. More is forth coming, I promise. ^_^

Gingitsune: Happy New Year! Goku does seem to be having a positive affect on Gojyo, doesn’t he? It makes me happy that you’re enjoying the relationship progression. I hope everyone else it, too. As for what happens, we’ll have to see. ^_^

Devi Chan!: >heh< I know what you mean. Good food- check. ^_^ Happy New Year-check. You better have one, too- a Happy New Year. Gojyo and Goku are talking a lot more now, I think, and trying to make everything work even if it’s just one day at a time. Gojyo and Sanzo- things are still unsettled, obviously. Gojyo’s thoughts of inadequacy- this relationship with Goku is starting to force him to look at the things he doesn’t want to and start working through them. That’s going to take time. And Gojyo being more selfish- he’s not really thinking of how the entire thing will effect him; he’s just concentrating on Goku, and damn the consequences. He’s decided he’ll pay the price for it later, and he’s already decided that there will be a later, because he’s already decided Goku will leave him one day, probably for Sanzo. Ah, you should never make assumptions…

bahnona: Thanks for the Gojyo/Goku love! ^_^ Maybe this will take the edge off the disappointment?

krimson: Gojyo/Goku/Gojyo love! How cool is that? You know, you’ve always been honest with all your reviews and opinions, and I have to tell you, I love that about you. Thanks a lot, ne?

Maiden of the Blue Moon: I will! And I haven’t gone over more of your stuff; sorry. I’ve been having a hard time making the time for it. But I will get there, so don’t worry!

stormyluck: I will! Thank you very much! But please don’t stay dead; you’ll miss the next chapter. ^_^;
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What is the meaning of a soul? Do you earn it through thought, prayer and suffering, or is it a gift of love, a reminder that you are a piece of God/dess past all the fractures of the self?
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Title: Understanding

Author: Quirk othe Trade

Category: fanfiction

Genre: points of view snapshots,

C&CC: If you don’t mind. ^_^ quirkothetrade @ yahoo.com

Warnings: If you haven’t read ‘Teaching Goku’, this and any following chapters may be confusing. Hell, it may be confusing anyway...

Pairings: Sanzo and Hakkai, Goku and Gojyo

Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights to Saiyuki, nor do I make any monies off of this. I have bought as much Saiyuki as I can afford, and will continue as long as I can find it. More please!

A/N: This is written to get it out of my head. Following chapters will probably be erratic. The question of ‘What was the other guy thinking?’ pretty much applies here, and are just snap shots of some of the things going on.

Beta: un-betaed

Synopsis: Sanzo’s p.o.v., from the first chapter.
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Staring at the fire as Hakkai stirred the stew he was making out dried foods, Sanzo lit the cigarette in his mouth. Then he frowned at the low flame on his lighter before he let it go out. (I'm going to have to pick up a new lighter soon.)

Gojyo and Goku had grabbed their clothes and the soap and wandered off to the near by lake to scrub up after carting in enough wood for the night. They'd stacked it on one side, dry stuff that had littered the ground and would burn readily. It was welcome because the clarity of the sky above them promised them a cool night to come as the sun began to set. The absence of the monkey and the kappa left the blond priest with the brunet driver and his pet. Jeep was curled up on Hakkai's pack in lieu of a pillow, asleep.

"It's always too quiet when both Goku and Gojyo are gone." Hakkai said, adding dried peas to the mix. The oversized, kidney shaped rice pots threaded through the ends on either side of cooking pot were slow reaching a boil, but that was how Hakkai did it, refusing to build a second fire. Somehow he managed to get everything done perfectly, the rice done when the rest of the food was ready.

"You mean it's pleasant and refreshing."

Hakkai looked up at him and pinned him with a narrowed green stare, a slight, knowing smile on his mouth. "You and I both know better than that, Sanzo."

Breathing out smoke, the blond rolled his eyes away to the side. "Huh."

In the back of his head somewhere, Goku's low voice chattered to itself, quiet and contemplative. It had been like that for weeks now, in between the more usual exclamations about food, new discoveries and fights. Only a few actual words ever came through, the rest of it being a combination of impressions, images and feelings. He could guess at the change in the tone, but without actually talking to his ward, everything was just speculation, and the blond was loath to involve the monkey in things that didn't require his limited attention span. Besides, it was really none of the monkey’s business. "Only you enjoy their arguments."

"Don't you think that they're having fun?"

"No. I think they're annoying." He glanced back at the stew pot. "Are you making curry or stew?"

"Beef stew. I can thicken the broth into a sauce or gravy, but I don't have the spices for curry."

"Huh." Hakkai's cooking always tasted good, even if he cooked more often to please the juveniles of their group. If the food was a tad spicy, Sanzo usually just cut it with the rice and a beer. "Do we still have any beer left or did Gojyo drink it all?"

"There's still beer. Would you like one?" The breeze shifted direction, sending the scent of cooking food the priest's way.

"Not now; with dinner." (Garlic, beef, potatoes... onion? I didn't see him buy onions at the last stop. Ah- wild onions.)

The tone of Goku's voice became a little louder, a little more concentrated. It only became like that when he was thinking hard about things. (Gojyo must be twisting his brain into circles again. He's still too naive not to fall for his damned drivel.)

Not that the monkey hadn't been growing by leaps and bounds all this time. His straight forward and innocent manner just usually put him at a disadvantage, which irritated Sanzo. It was amusing sometimes, but it meant Goku wasn't thinking or paying attention. It just proved that his ward still needed time to grow more.

Blinking at the cigarette that had burned down between his fingers without his noticing, Sanzo flicked it into the fire and pulled out a new stick. As he lit up, a sense of irritation and disappointment drifted through, then switched abruptly to astoundment. On top of that emotion came a vague picture of Gojyo, soft and unfocused, followed by apprehension and anticipation. Sanzo felt a surge of surprise, himself; Goku's emotions rarely came across so complexly. Usually only the foremost emotions came through so clearly, and it being Goku, were straight forward. They were easy to gauge and never difficult to understand.

"Sanzo? Is something wrong?"

Violet eyes snapped to emerald. "No."

The older brunet scruntized him critically, and blinked when Sanzo's eyes widened. "Sanzo?"

Arousal was humming in that soft voice, rising above the anticipation and apprehension. It wasn't enough to really affect the blond, but did bring a slight flush to his usually pale face. Hands tightening in the folds of his robe, Sanzo nearly bit through the cigarette in his mouth and he pitched it, still burning, into the fire. There was that flash of Gojyo again, and the arousal continued to rise to a peak, drawing him in until a familiar emotion flooded over, underscored by a sense of awe and understanding. Sanzo found himself half hard and trembling as he finally detached from the emotional overload.

"Sanzo, what's wrong?" An elegant hand was touching his own, and he jumped slightly at the realization. Hakkai knelt beside him frowning, still touching him lightly, and he wondered if the brunet had been talking to him the entire time. "Something is wrong, isn't it?"

The mental debate was brief. "...Goku just had an orgasm."

It was amusing to watch the emerald eyed man's eyebrows try to crawl up and hide under his bandana. His touch, familiar by now, dropped away. (Probably due to shock.) "But Goku is bathing with Gojyo at the lake."

Sanzo just arched an eyebrow of his own and looked at him as if he were being unusually stupid.

Hakkai countered with a smile. "It's Gojyo."

"Yep, it's Gojyo. Fucking tart."

"Gojyo only likes women. We both are very well aware of that." The monocled man said patiently.

"Or so we thought. You should have tried approaching him out right."

"Goku's too young."

(That's right, fucking ignore me, Hakkai.) "Apparently only I think that."

"Goku and Gojyo are like brothers."

"More like kissing cousins." (Though I don't know that they kissed.)

Hakkai frowned, and turned back to the food. He'd added the rice and lids to the side pots while Sanzo had been preoccupied, and the stew needed extra water. He picked up the water flask. "There haven't been any signs of them being intimate previously."

"Put some beer in the broth."

"It's sake you prefer in the broth."

"Huh." The ache in his loins was slowly fading. "We'll see when they get back to camp."
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(Goku looks like someone lit a damned fire inside him.) Watching the younger brunet bounce after the older one with narrowed violet eyes was a chore. The monkey seemed to glow. His voice inside Sanzo's head was soft and bubbly and content, and in the aftermath of that was an undertone of understanding. What Goku understood, the blond hadn't a clue. Physically his ward seemed fine, no stiffness showing in his movements, no gingerly made motions. (Whatever they did, it wasn't full blown sex.)

The popping of a beer can had Sanzo distracted from his ward for a moment, and he glared narrow eyed violet death at Gojyo, who was seated back from the fire. Glaring back, the red head sipped slowly on his beverage.

(Why did they do it? Do they deliberately do shit to foul up? And you, you waste of skin- what the hell do you think you're doing?)

Sanzo had only heard Gojyo's voice inside his head a couple of times. The first was when they'd all met, with the priest having to chase Cho Gonou down. The second was when he'd gone to tell the red head of Cho Gonou's demise. It was only for brief seconds and very soft, but it had been pain filled and yet accepting. When he let himself think about it, the blond realized that Gojyo was nothing more than a whipped dog that let the ghosts that haunted him control him, so he tried not to think about it. He had enough trouble keeping himself together on top of Goku.

Drawing on his cigarette, he raised his beer in the other hand, his eyes drawn back to his ward where the gold eyed brunet was helping Hakkai gather the soap and rags for the dishes they'd used. (His first brush with sex obviously agrees with him. His eyes look like suns...)
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A filled glass can’t hold anything more.