Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Teaching Goku ❯ Alone Time ( Chapter 14 )

Title: Alone Time

Author: Quirk othe Trade

Category: fan fiction

Genre: angst, romance, yaoi, lemon

Rating: Adult, ages 17 and up or mature minds

Pairings: Gojyo/Goku, Hakkai/Sanzo, An Ling/Jun

C&CC: quirkothetrade @ yahoo.com

Warnings: sexual content, mature issues

Disclaimers: It's for fun. It belongs to whom it belongs to, which isn’t me, and I make no monies off of this. Tokyo Pop, hurry and give me more Saiyuki, I’m begging you!

A/N: Since Aff.net is currently down until March, this is being posted first at MediaMiner.org instead of simultaneously. It’s only one month into the New Year, and already I’m tired- seriously. What gives? -_- I finished reading the first two graphic novels for ‘Category Freaks’ and I’m impressed. Maybe it’s just me, but it has a boarder line psycho-ness that freaks me out just a little bit. Also, I’ve been getting into ‘Death Note’- it’s good. The two protagonists, Light and L, freak me out. ^_^;; Due to everyone’s responses, I’ve posted the last included chapter with the second one under the separate title ‘The Bits and Pieces’. Thank you so very much for all those responses! Also, Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! >smootch<

Beta: Unbeta-ed

Synopsis: Alone time achieved!
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"Privacy?" Goku rubbed at his eyes again as Gojyo dragged him past the top of the stairs and down the hall. "What the hell?"

"Wake up, stupid monkey. Pri-va-cy! Alone time!" Looking back over his shoulder, he watched the notion sink into the younger man's brain.

"But who? How?" The red head stopped in front of the very last door at the end of the hall, and Goku bumped into him. "Sanzo's going to be pissed if we get in-"

"We won't get in trouble! We've got permission!" Trying the door knob, it turned easily in his hand. Pushing the door open revealed a room softly lit with candles instead of the electric lamps. The bed was to their left beyond a changing screen, against the wall and draped in soft pastel bed curtains hung from the ceiling. There was a wardrobe to their immediate right, and a sliding doorway leading to another room in the right wall. Under the open window was a seat loaded with pillows and lap rugs. The scent from the note drifted through the door and Gojyo sniffed it appreciatively as he reached into his pocket and produced said note. "Here. Read for yourself."

Curious fingers nabbed the note, and the red head tugged them through the door before shutting and locking it. He kicked off his shoes on the entry rug and nudged them over with the other shoes, though the others were much more attractive. (That pair looks like they were imported- all those leather straps... and that pair- talk about tall ass heels. It amazes me when I see a woman wearing heels that high. Those two with the embroidery and beads must have cost a small fortune.) "Shoes off, Goku."

"I KNOW that." Still peering at the note, the brunet toed his own off to the other side. Slowly, he read the note aloud after puzzling through it. "What the hell?’Dear Sir, the plight of you and your lover has caught our attention due to the fact that we inadvertently spied on you this afternoon. Until midnight tonight, we offer up our accommodations for your needs. In addition, we offer up a show for you through the window until ten o'clock to make amends, though we understand if you do not wish to watch. In case you don't have any, there are provisions in the top drawer, and the bath is through the sliding door.' What the hell- spied? The window?" Looking up and around, he spotted the open window and its bower of plush cushions, pale curtains belling in the breeze. Stepping forward, he dodged Gojyo's swipe and went to it, kneeling upon the cushions and handling the curtains out of the way.

"Goku, wait." Gojyo started forward. (The words must have been too big for him to understand.)

"What?" Dropping the note beside him, the brunet leaned forward over the sill, looked around and then looked down. Goku froze then, and Gojyo noted with some amusement that his hair seemed to stand even more on end. Settling on one knee beside him, the red head stuck his head out the window and looked down, too, eyes automatically attracted to the one source of light below them.

(Wow.) There were too many shadows with only one light, and it was a damned candle at that, but Gojyo figured the two women entwined together were entitled to a little mystery. Jun was practically bare, anyway, crimson robes hanging off her shoulders, and the length looked like it was dragged up to her thighs and hips, the gold sash the only thing keeping her clothed. She reclined back against the wall, hands hidden from view under An Ling, who was knelling between her spread legs. The doe eyed woman was caressing one full breast with one hand, her lips preoccupied with the other, and judging by the tiny shivers and jerks Jun made, the short haired woman's other hand was busying itself else.

Lips brushing adoringly over satin flesh, they watched as An Ling pulled back, revealing the clasps of her tunic unfastened from throat to mid drift. Pert breasts curving winsomely past the cloth, she mummered softly when her lover continued to run long fingered hands over them before speaking, her voice quiet under the wind. The sound carried up to their ears as clear as a bell. "Jun? May I taste you?"

Thumbing one pebbled nipple, the innkeeper smiled and nodded her consent. The clerk pulled Jun's hands away one by one with her free hand, kissing the palms before releasing them. Then her other hand appeared, the longest digits slick and gleaming in the flickering light. She licked them before sliding down low on her belly, making her shadowed destination obvious.

Goku made a strangled sound and jerked himself back in the room. "Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa."

Gojyo pulled back and looked at him. "You need to learn to read between the lines- though, that note was as subtle as a smack to the head."

"They SAW us!" The brunet exclaimed. He slid off the sedan to the floor in a heap of cushions, almost visibly vibrating. "This means they saw us this afternoon!"

"Yeah." The read head scratched his head. "I guess they saw us from up here."

"US- YOU- PERVERTED- GOJYO!" Gold eyes turned on him, gleaming unpleasantly.

"Don't take it out on me, monkey, we were both willing participants! It just happened!" Gojyo snapped, glaring down at him. "You can't get mad at just me! Be mad at yourself, too!"

"I'm not just mad, I'm embarrassed!"

Pain unexpectedly bloomed in Gojyo's chest, and he shut his mouth with a snap and swallowed as he looked away. Goku was still hollering, but it didn't really penetrate. (Embarrassed? So I really am his play thing behind closed doors.)

"-Gojyo! You're not even listening to me!" Automatically, easily, the red head caught the fist that was aimed at his knee. "What kind of lover are you?!"

(What kind... the kind that's stupid. Honestly, Sha Gojyo, you just don't ever learn, do you?) The words that came out of his mouth were wooden, the kind he said as cheesy pick up lines or maybe in the midst of a heated session but had never thought he'd say to Goku. "...Any kind you want me to be."

"Then be angry, damn it! Don't be so fucking calm! The only person who's supposed to see me like that is YOU! The only person who's supposed to see you like that is ME!" Crimson eyes swung around to stare wide eyed, and Goku glared harder at the surprise. "I'm not ready to share you like that, even on accident! And definitely not with perverted women!"

"Wait- what are you embarrassed about?"

"Someone besides you saw me like THAT, stupid! Which means you were right about not doing it anywhere but our own bed, which just pisses me off!" Emotions cooling now that they'd been vented, Goku blinked up at him. "What's wrong? You look all weird."

(...Damn. I really am stupid- it's GOKU.) Relief swept through him, and he went numb from the sudden switch from the pain. "It's nothing. You need to calm down, though. They only caught us like that, and it wasn't like they did it on purpose. We're on their turf, after all. Hell, they're taking pity on us and giving us their room for a little while." Ducking his head, the red head ran a hand through his hair. "I'd probably be mad if I'd been fucking you properly, though. I don't necessarily like the idea of sharing you much, either."

Goku leaned forward and rested his head on his lover's thigh, a move that surprised the kappa. The monkey’s hand relaxed from a fist, and Gojyo found strong fingers slipping through his own. His voice sounded tired as he spoke. "You're the one thing I have that I don't want to share. Not like that."

"….Yeah." Free hand settling on Goku's head, he stroked through the spiky strands. "But it was an accident. It'll be okay."

They were silent for several moments just as they were, the brunet unmoving and the red head petting him. As he gazed down at the younger man, Gojyo sat thinking to himself. (I'm the idiot here. I brought my own baggage to the situation. Goku doesn't need that shit, especially when he's taking this lovers thing so seriously.)

"Women… look soft. And round."

Blinking at the sudden observation, Gojyo dragged his thoughts to the conversation. "Yeah."

"Why are they doing THAT down there?"

"They spied on us. They're giving us the chance to do the same to make up for it."

"But why do they want to share like that?"

"I don't know. Maybe they've been together so long they're comfortable enough with each other to let others see. Or maybe they like the idea of being watched. Remember what I said, about watching?"

"Yeah. But I still don't want to share you."

"That's because we're still too new."

"Gojyo? What's it really like, doing a woman?"

"…It's wet and hot. Their skin is soft, and their breasts are like pillows to lay your head down on." Wishing for a cigarette suddenly, Gojyo shook his head and continued stroking the monkey's hair. "But each one's different in their own way. I can't really tell you any more than that."

Goku was silent after that, apparently thinking. It left Gojyo to his own thoughts once again as he gazed down at the gold eyed brunet’s partially obscured profile. "…Cute."

"Huh?"

"You're cute when you get like that."

Goku turned to look up at him, eyes wide, and he leaned down to kiss him softly. Fingers tangled in the ends of his long hair, so he prolonged the kiss, sweeping past the barrier of lips with his tongue before pulling back. The brunet let him up only to follow him, leaning up for a proper kiss. Gojyo found himself sliding down to the floor even as he pulled Goku against his torso, on his lap. The red head let the younger man control the kiss, and it was more sweet than hot, hesitant instead of bold- which suited the kappa just fine. Each man in their own way had been shaken tonight and Gojyo had had no idea that Goku would react so to being watched.

Goku pulled away and slid his arms around Gojyo, burrowing his head under his lover’s chin. Hard hands slid up the red head’s back under his shirt, caressing his skin. “Touch me. I want to touch you, so touch me. I don’t want to think about it any more.”

Pulling Goku closer, the red head mimicked him and slid his hands under the other’s shirt, fingers teasing along the wonderfully sensitive skin of his spine. “Sorry. If I thought this would happen, I would have pitched the note and forgotten about it. I just wanted…” Gold eyes looked up at him as he trailed off, at a loss to explain what he wanted. (I don’t just want to fuck him; I want everything that goes with it.)

“I know what you wanted,” Goku said. A tinge of red blushed in his cheeks. “And I want it, too.”

“I don’t just want that, I want it all.” Gojyo disputed, and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth as trailing fingers slid down his lower back where his own sensitivity kicked in. He shivered as fingers splayed across his lower back, rising arousal melting away the numbness. Lips barely touching, he breathed, “You know?”

“I know.” Wandering fingers went lower, tracing the top most line of his buttocks, and Gojyo growled and grabbed Goku around the waist. Picking him up even as the brunet half squawked, half laughed in surprise, the red head pitched them both onto the carpet covered floor and dove in for the next kiss. He didn’t give the brunet a chance to take over the kiss but instead dominated it, kissing the gold eyed man deeply and hard. Goku squirmed beneath the kappa at first, then slowly went still as he began to moan softly, arms wrapping around Gojyo’s neck. Heat rose between them, flickered and burned hot with the taste, the scent, the very sounds they made. The red haired man finally pulled back when his lungs began burning for oxygen. Goku looked dazed, head dropping back to the floor as he gasped for breath, mouth already swollen.

“You’re not topping, Goku, not tonight. You’re my bottom boy tonight.”

Gold eyes closed as the blush in his cheeks increased. “I know that. Didn’t I just say that I wanted the same thing?”

Chuckling softly, the red head leaned his forehead against Goku’s. “Yeah, but I like making you go all red like that.”

“Pervert kappa.” Lifting his chin, Goku kissed him back, sparking off a session of kissing, groping and general making out that the couple hadn’t been able to indulge in practically since the last time they had engaged in sex. Hands wandered over and under clothing as lips teased and delved at one another. Goku’s skin was like fire beneath his touch as Gojyo finally got to indulge in the brunet’s neck, teeth grazing and nibbling the apple of his throat, sucking the flesh into his mouth and laving down the veins with short swipes of his tongue. The brunet went after his collar bone in return, tracing the lines of the bones as they both shivered, a wandering hand petting and fondling the red head slowly through his pants in retaliation for the long fingered hand playing with too sensitive nipples. They worked at drawing long strings of sounds from each other. When the kappa slid a teasing fingertip over his lover’s groin, Goku moaned, soft and low, and bucked suddenly against the touch. “…Skin- I want bare skin. Gojyo…”

Leaning away from him, the red head looked down at him, scarlet eyes alight, and warned, “Once the clothes come off, it’ll be hard holding back.”

“Gojyo, we’re both ready for it. Fuck me.” Luminous gold eyes half mast, Goku didn’t stutter over the word- not this time.

“…Get the towels and meet me at the bed.” Gojyo kissed him again, tongue delving into his mouth. Once they were almost breathless, he sat up and rose to let the brunet go. (Once you’re naked I’m touching every inch of you.) “Go check past that door over there.”

After watching Goku go to the sliding door across the room, he turned away and went to the bed and the bedside table where a heavy, expensive looking candle flickered beside an ornate clock. (The note said there’s stuff in the top drawer, which is good. I didn’t bring anything. I didn’t want to pull anything out in front of the parental units, anyway. I wonder what the chances are of them having condoms?) Pulling on the carved handle, a host of half sized lubricants immediately made themselves known, along with three pack boxes of various condoms. (Okay, maybe they’re good.)

Beginning to sort through the little boxes, he was didn’t find his own preferred brand. He settled for another brand he had used before instead. He pulled one from the packaging and set it aside, replacing the rest in the drawer. Eyes skimmed over the lubricant tubes, searching for a plain water based one. Most of them were water based, but most of them were also flavored and he just didn’t feel like explaining their use in oral sex to Goku, especially considering who was supplying them. (I can’t even begin to imagine the kinds of questions he’d ask.)

“What are you doing? Just pick one.” The person in question spoke at his elbow, peering into the open drawer with a couple of towels in the crook of one arm. “Strawberry? Gojyo?”

(Damn.) “Most of them are flavored, Goku. I’m trying to find a plain one.”

“I know what flavored is. The granny told me. I’m asking if you want to try that one.”

“The granny told you?” He looked at him with a disbelieving frown.

“Yeah, the one I bought my stuff from. She explained them.” The gold eyed brunet slid around him and dumped the towels on the bed, then stripped his shirt over his head. “They’re mainly for blow jobs and stuff, right?”

“Yeah. You want to smell like strawberries?” Gojyo watched him neatly fold the shirt, set it aside then reach for the fly of his jeans. The movements weren’t sexual, were in fact brisk and business like, but they were revving his libido anyway as familiar flesh was bared to his eyes.

“I don’t care, I just want you to hurry up.” Jeans were tugged off, folded and draped over his shirt on the floor, followed by sleep shorts. “Besides, I thought you liked strawberries.”

Reaching back behind him into the drawer as he stared hungrily, he fumbled for the first bottle that his fingers came in contact with. “I do. But I like the smell of you better.”

Goku looked at him, confused. “What?”

“You smell like... you smell good.” Tossing the tube on the bed with the towels followed by the condom, he bumped the drawer closed with his hip, still staring. The brunet was slowly turning red from the attention, but stood without shying away from his red haired lover and returned the look as the older man pulled his tank top off.

“You’re weird.”

“So are you.” His pants went next, and he stepped out of them to grab Goku around the waist. The gold eyed man went willingly, arms looping around his neck as he was lifted and laid back in the center of the bed. Pulling away and sitting back, Gojyo slid his hands up his lover’s legs from ankle to calf, leaned down as he lifted one leg and pressed his lips to the tender skin of the back of the brunet’s knee. Opening his mouth, the red head flicked his tongue and made the form beneath him squirm.

“You bastard, stop that-”

Smiling, Gojyo attacked the skin with full enthusiasm and made his way up the inside of the thigh, traced the line between leg and groin to the sounds of frustrated moans and curses while caressing the pulse point under his other hand. He trailed up to the hipbone and across to the spot under his navel, drew the skin into his mouth and sucked on it with increasingly stronger suction. A hand curled into his hair and he released the flesh to look up, suddenly realizing the sounds had stopped. Goku was staring down at him from an angle, teeth sunk into his bottom lip and the other hand fisted in the coverlet. The red head smiled up at him before leaning in to kiss him. Lips parted to admit his tongue, and arms curled around him and drew him down between parted legs that wrapped around his waist. Shifting his weight, Gojyo began rocking against his lover, intimate flesh pressing against intimate flesh.

Goku tore his mouth away and arched up against him. “We haven’t done it in forever and you’re messing around? Gojyo, you bastard…”

“You don’t like what I’m doing?”

“I like it! But I want you and I’m tired of waiting!” Legs tightening, the brunet began panting. “If you don’t, I’m just going to come before we do anything.”

“Okay.” Halting all movement, Gojyo sat up to Goku’s dismay. Ignoring his lover’s vocal dissatisfaction, the red head reached for the small tube of lube and ripped the seal off. The lid was flipped up with a thumb and the scent of cherries drifted up as he spread the gel on his fingers. “As my monkey wishes.”

Goku didn’t answer with anything but a moan as fingers probed his backside, both hands clutching the bed clothes. The kappa was amazed at how rapidly the brunet opened to his touch, welcoming his intrusion. It wasn’t long before three fingers were moving smoothly and slickly inside him, and the red head retreated to prepare himself with lube and condom. Gold eyes watched him as he did so, sitting up on elbows, and Gojyo would have made a show of it for him but the red haired man couldn’t wait any longer either, trembling ever so faintly as he reached for a towel to wipe his hands on.

Turning back to his lover, his breath caught in his throat for a moment as Goku laid back, spread wantonly before him.

((The only person who's supposed to see me like that is YOU! The only person who's supposed to see you like that is ME!))

(Me thinks the monkey has a possessive streak, which is odd. Even odder, I think I like his possessive streak.) Hands slid up the back of smooth thighs up to the knees and pushed up on the limbs, folding them back against the slender torso. He felt the muscles tighten in response, and one hand left to guide his erection into place against the exposed sub rosa blooming wet and pink for him. Scarlet eyes met gold and two mouths opened in moans as he slid inside. It was tight, tighter than usual due to the position and Goku couldn’t seem to stop moaning, a low, too soft sound that trembled on the red head’s nerves like a whisper. Leaning down to pin the brunet’s legs in place with his arms, he braced himself on hands and knees then brushed a kiss over his open mouth before nibbling at his lips, first top then bottom, and the moans turned into breathy sighs.

“…Missed you…”

(Don’t let him leave me.)

“Missed you, too, pretty baby.” Kissing him deeply, the red haired kappa shifted on his knees then began to move, full strokes in and out of the other’s body instead of building up to them. Hands twined in his hair, caressed the nape of his neck and he couldn’t get enough suddenly, couldn’t get enough of that mouth or body and he made a sound that startled them both as he began plundering his lover. He barely gave the brunet time to breathe between mind drugging kisses, and each thrust inside that wonderful heat seemed deeper, the passage constricting around him deliciously. Gold eyes fell closed as his brunet lover began to slowly writhe beneath him, attempting to meet his movements despite being pinned, one hard hand moving to hold onto his shoulder while the other slid across his chest to play with hardened nubs. The red haired kappa made a sound of approval in his throat, and the hand at his shoulder slid down and fumbled for his hand. He pinned it with his own and laced their fingers together tightly, the scent of cherries drifting around them.

Goku suddenly broke the kiss and threw his head back with a loud wail, panting furiously.

“Just feel, Goku, I’ve got you. It’s okay.”

Goku wailed again, and Gojyo grabbed and pinned the free hand roaming his chest before leaning into him and covering his mouth with his own. The wails turned into muffled moans, and he swallowed them down as he continued to fuck them both senseless. Gold eyes opened wide and hands tightened in his grasp just before the brunet climaxed, wet heat spurting between their bodies. Gojyo drove into his lover’s body, eagerly seeking the same release and earning it. His arms wavered then bent, and he found himself with his face buried in the coverlet above Goku’s shoulder. The red head turned his head so he could breathe and took in the glazed, half lidded look on the other’s face. Several minutes pasted as they just lay there panting despite the awkward position, made weak by the pleasure.

Goku finally closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again. “Gojyo, normally I don’t mind, but you’re heavy and my legs are starting to hurt.”

The red haired kappa shifted and moved, releasing the monkey’s legs and pulling slowly from his body. Goku arched with a sigh as he did so. “Thanks.”

“Mm.” Slipping the condom off, he set it aside on the used towel for the moment before settling in at his lover’s side. Almost rough hands touched him, ran down his skin in lazy caresses. “Not enough touching, huh?”

“Not yet.” Gathering a smudge on his finger from Gojyo’s belly, Goku narrowed his eyes at the ruined pearl before popping it in his mouth. “We’re all messy.”

“Give me a minute and I’ll get us cleaned up.” Reaching behind his back, he fumbled for the remaining clean towel. His fingers found the used one and he grimaced, reached further to the side and found what he was looking for. Drawing it forward, he dropped it between them when he saw Goku’s scandalized look. “What?”

“That’s not how you usually do it.” The tone was accusing.

An eyebrow when up. “No, it’s not. But we’ve only got so much time here, and we wasted time with that fight.” Shaking out a corner of the terry cloth, he began wiping Goku clean. “I think we spent more time making out on the floor than we did on the bed.”

“I don’t care. I liked it.” Frowning at the cloth, Goku grabbed the other end and began cleaning Gojyo off. “We need our own room.”

“Tell that to Sanzo. At least this way, he and Hakkai don’t get to have any fun either.” Twisting to look at the clock back on the night stand, the red head clicked his tongue at the time. “We’ve got about twenty minutes to get cleaned up. How sore are you?”

“I’m not sore.”

“Maybe it hasn’t kicked in yet. Are you ready to hit the bath?” Dropping his used end of the towel, Gojyo cupped Goku’s jaw and ran his thumb over the swollen lips, feeling a swell of satisfaction. (Much better.)

“No. I want to lay here with you.” The brunet tucked the fabric between them with the clean side out.

“Well, tough. Let’s go clean up.” Forcing himself to sit up, he slid off the bed and winced as his lower back twinged at him over the vigorous activities. He turned, reached back and grabbed Goku by the ankle.

“Hey- whoa!” The red head wiped the petulant frown off Goku’s face by pulling him to the edge of the bed. Dropping his hold, he gave the brunet just enough time to bolt upright before picking him up in his arms. “HEY! What are you doing?”

“I’m taking you to the bath.” Striding to the far right door, he nudged it open with his foot to step into the dressing room. There was a second door, and Goku fielded it to reveal the bathing room. It had azure blue and gold tiling with a sunken tub fit for two or three people, and two sets of bath products were ranged on the shelf under the detachable shower head. The tub was two thirds full and barely steaming, the water turned a milky white with some bath oil. Gojyo ignored it in favor of the shower, padding across cool tiles and kneeling down. Depositing Goku before him on the floor, he reached around him and fiddled with the water knobs to adjust the temperature. Lips brushed against his ribs, almost tickling, definitely distracting and flinching away didn’t help. Tiny kisses trailed up his chest as he worked, and the brunet shifted onto his knees to block his progress.

“What are you doing?”

Goku smiled as he threaded his fingers into the hair at the nape of the kappa’s neck, and he leaned up just the slightest bit to meld their mouths together. It was one of those kisses that were deep yet sweet, the kind that Goku was starting to use to draw him in when he thought Gojyo needed his attention redirected, preferably to Goku. Now was no exception, the familiar taste of his young lover drawing him as honey did flies. The brunet drew away slowly after a moment and Gojyo stared at him heatedly. “…And? You’ve got my attention- so now what?”

“Nothing, I just like the look on your face when I do that.”

“If I hadn’t just used your ass so well, I’d spank you, you know that? That’s dirty pool, sabotaging me when I’m trying to get us cleaned up for bed.” Reaching around once again, he passed a hand under the facet then readjusted the water so it was cooler. “You could help out a little, you know.”

“It’s not dirty pool. I like kissing you, and you said it yourself this afternoon: we haven’t had enough chances for kissing lately.” Sliding his hands down Gojyo’s shoulders and arms, Goku halted at the bend of the red head’s elbows. “Besides, I’m happy we had sex and everything.”

“So am I. BUT! Help me out here. I don’t want your mommy and daddy saying anything to us in the morning.” Judging the new temperature as good enough, the kappa flipped the switch for the shower. Water poured out over them in a fine spray, and he reached for the nearest body soap with a wicked smile for the brunet. “Ready to get soapy?”

Sudsing his hands, he didn’t protest when Goku snagged the bottle from him. Gojyo simply got on with it, sliding the foam across the bare skin before him. They went silent as they soaped and rinsed, then reached for the shampoo to repeat the whole thing with their hair. (It’s peaceful,) The red haired man reflected. (Some days it’s like we can’t stop arguing for anything.)

“Gojyo, we forgot towels. There was a bunch on the shelf back there.” Fingers working the mass of foam from long scarlet strands, the brunet pressed lightly against his back.

“It’s fine. We’ll just dry off in there.”

Goku was quiet as they finished bathing. He followed his older lover into the dressing room and dried off almost absently, seeming to be wrapped up in some thought. “Hello? Earth to monkey?”

“Hmm?”

“Now you’re too quiet.”

“I was just thinking that you said it again.” His head disappeared under pale terry cloth as he attacked his hair with the towel.

“What did I say again?” Hair already up in a towel, Gojyo was drying his lower torso and his legs.

“You called me ‘pretty baby’.”

“No, I didn’t.”

Gold eyes peered at him from the depths of the towel almost frowning before he smirked. “Old age really affects your hearing, huh? Oh, well, there’s nothing to be done about it.”

“My age has nothing to do with it, you damned monkey. I swear, I didn’t call you that.”

“If you say so.”

Gojyo bit down on his lip. (Over confident monkey! Is it the sex or what?)

Goku pitched his towel in the waiting laundry basket and started for the bedroom. “I’m getting dressed.”

“Ah.” Pitching his own damp towel, he reached up and undid the one wrapped around his head. Beginning to dry his hair from the roots, he worked his way down the strands until a hand swatted him on the backside. Jumping slightly, he turned. “What the hell, Goku?”

“Nothing.” Another smirk was given to him, and Gojyo growled, hands rubbing the terry cloth briskly over his head before pitching it so he could make a grab for his lover. Goku laughed and jumped out of reach, clad only in his sleep shorts.

“I thought you were getting dressed.”

“I was! But I stopped and cleaned up the bed.” Stepping backwards into the bedroom, Goku continued to smile. Gojyo followed him, narrow eyed. “Why are you so happy all of a sudden?”

“Why shouldn’t I be?” Halting at the foot of the bed, the brunet picked up his folded pants and slid into them. Gojyo bypassed him for the side of the bed, where his clothing had also been neatly piled. They pulled on the rest of their clothes, and Gojyo tucked the tube of lubricant they had used into a pocket. (No sense in not taking it with us.)

Coming around the bed, Gojyo grabbed Goku by the elbow and pulled him in front of him. Wide eyes looked up at him, and the red haired kappa slid a hand around to cradle the back of his spiky head as he leaned down and kissed him. He bit gently at his bottom lip, pressed the swollen flesh back with his tongue before sliding searchingly into the cavern of his mouth. Hands fisted in his shirt, and he pulled back slowly to observe the effects. Eyes half mass, Goku now wore a dreamy expression on his face. “Let’s go, Goku, so the nice ladies can have their room.”

“Mm.” The monkey reached for his hand, and he gave it, fingers interlacing. They went to the door and got their shoes on somehow without having to let go of each other. Gojyo unlocked the door and lead the way out, leaving it unlocked because that had been the way they had found it. Tugging Goku to the stairwell much more sedately this time around, a glance over his shoulder at him confirmed a soft smile, much unused, on the gold eyed brunet’s face. (He looks like a content monkey. I guess he needed the alone time, too, in his own way.)

A faint sound reached his ears, and he faced forward to see Jun and An Ling ascend the last few stairs. They were properly clothed, An Ling very cute in her short pink tunic and Jun gorgeous in her crimson silks. The ankle bells were conspicuously absent. The ladies bowed as they drew even with them, An Ling hiding bashfully behind her lover’s willowy form with a bright blush on her face. Gojyo returned the bow with a mummered ‘thank you’ and squeezed Goku’s hand, hoping the younger man would take the hint and follow his lead as they passed the other couple by. (Bow, monkey- I think he did? It’s hard to tell without looking.)

Tugging him along down the stairs and back to their room, Gojyo half expected the door to be locked out of spite by a vengeful Sanzo. He was pleasantly surprised to find it wasn’t so, and guided them inside as quietly as possible when he saw the dimmed lights. Goku tugged free of his grip and turned to lock the door behind them as he paused to check where the other two men were at.

Hakkai and Sanzo were actually asleep in the same bed, Hakkai’s head low on Sanzo’s chest. A white clothed shoulder peaked out from the edge of the bedclothes, and a black clad arm was tossed carelessly above Sanzo’s head. A faint scent lingered, rather musky and it wasn’t too hard to guess what had occurred to produce it. A glance at the other bed showed Hakuryu sprawled in serpentine glory on the pillow, trying to take up as much space as possible.

Warm arms wrapped around his waist, and Goku wriggled his way under his arm to peer at the others. Cautious now that they were back in Sanzo’s presence, Gojyo readjusted so that his arm draped across the brunet’s shoulders. “Ne, Gojyo. Do you think Sanzo and Hakkai are happy?”

“…Damned if I know. I hope so.”

“Me, too. They look pretty like that.”

“Ah.” They stood a moment longer, watching the other two as they slept. “Come on, we should get to bed.”

They moved away, toward their side of the room, and Gojyo caught Goku’s wrist when he started to drift off toward the rumpled bed across the room. Pushing him toward his own bed, Gojyo grinned as he removed his shoes. “Not tonight, Goku. Get in.”

Blinking, Goku looked back at the other sleeping couple then grinned as he toed off his shoes to shuck his jeans. The red head removed the lube from his pocket in the meanwhile and tucked it in his bag. Goku folded then draped his pants over his lover’s bag in lieu of his own across the room before he pulled back the bedclothes. Gojyo urged him in and followed once Goku had gone before, pulling the blankets around them before turning on his side. He pulled Goku against him by the waist, and the gold eyed man snuggled against him with a sigh, strong arms looping around his neck. After a moment of stillness, Gojyo shifted and curled around his lover, one knee worming between the brunet’s legs. Goku adjusted to him until they were almost flush against each other, and burrowed his head into the space under the red head’s chin. There was a light kiss on his collar bone then everything got quiet, and Goku was out like a light, soft puffs of air breezing across his chest.

Closing his eyes, Gojyo half smiled. (Maybe now Sanzo will let up and get two rooms instead of one. Tonight just proves me and the monkey aren’t the only ones who need ‘alone time’.)
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(TBC…)
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For my reviewers! Sorry if I sound unenthused, I really am tired.

Ryoko-onee: Thank you! Next chapter’s up! :D

ZoeyJade: Thank you! But don’t kidnap me, our dogs wouldn’t like it. I don’t think my family or the other fans would like it either. The added chapter is for a side fiction, yes, called ‘The Bits and Pieces’. I found your review from ‘Vows’. I do like ‘Naruto’, but I haven’t gotten so far into it yet. It’s hard to explain. I keep going over the ‘Shonen Jump’ issues, and I feel the translation is imprecise. I’ve seen a few fan translations, and they feel more accurate and intense. >shrugs< I guess just give me time and I’ll get there.

Terry: Thank you, and here you go. ^_^ There will be more under the separate title.

Soka-chan: Thank you! I AM enjoying writing this, and it makes me happy to hear others’ thoughts on it, and that they’re enjoying it. Your English is fine, so don’t worry about it. It’s just nice to hear from you.

Vanessa: >blush< Thanks, but it’s only cool because y’all like it!

lady_kail: Thank you- you’re always so encouraging! Don’t be on tender hooks, you’ll just wear yourself out. I hope I can continue to please; that’s a really big compliment, I think. Here’s the next installment. Enjoy!^_^

fuzzybunnytoo: Heh heh! You’re welcome, and pocky right back at you.

stormyluck: I’m sorry life’s sucking right now. Just do the best you can; that way, you’ll KNOW you did your best. If you do your best, you can’t fault yourself for anything. I don’t think anything will happen between Goku and Sanzo that won’t set off a chain reaction of events; let me just put it like that.

Abby: Thanks, and here you go! :D

Devi-Chan: Hi! Does this fit your idea? ^_^ And Gojyo’s not really aware that he’s using pet names. Eek- ‘Haru wo Daiteita’, ‘Beyond My Touch’, and ‘In My King’s Harem’! >sighs happily< Love ‘em! Ah- there’s a company call ‘Drama Queen’ that’s put out a yaoi called ‘Brother’, about two stepbrothers. The story’s good, though the artwork seems too slick- weird, I know, but that’s the best way I can describe it.

kirameki: I think I do remember you- welcome! Thank you very much. I’ve tried keeping them in character, but decided to slap on an A.U. warning just in case. -_- I don’t want to change the characters. I think it’s all about what would happen if it went this way, you know? Because you’re right, it is about the little things.
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‘Always Do Your Best’
‘Your best is always going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstances, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse and regret.’

Taken without permission from Miguel Ruiz’s ‘The Four Agreements’, from the front flap.