Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Teaching Goku ❯ Don't Ignore Me ( Chapter 16 )
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By: Quirk 
If you belong to Goku, don’t ignore him even a little bit.
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.18.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Work In Progress
If you belong to Goku, don’t ignore him even a little bit.
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 04.18.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Don’t Ignore Me
Author: Quirk otheTrade
Category: fan fiction
Genre: romance, yaoi, lemon, angst
C&CC: Thank you in advance. quirkothetrade@yahoo.com or http://blog.myspace.com/quirkyqchan
Warning: sexual situation, language.
Disclaimer: I own lint, not Saiyuki. I give all my money to own what they’re willing to sell, though.
A/N: What to say… I got my hands on Saiyuki Reload volume three graphic novel. I loved it. Everyone exclaimed over a bath scene in one of the stories, but I have to say I was more interested in Sanzo’s scars. I wonder how he got them all.
Beta: Un-betaed
Synopsis: If you belong to Goku, don’t ignore him even a little bit.
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Gojyo stared pensively out the window at the rain dribbling down the glass, half his stuff scattered around him on the bed. It had been a while since they had run into the wet stuff and he wondered how Sanzo was taking it. The blond had been silent as they checked into the next inn after leaving behind the mountain retreat of Tang Shou Ren. He had almost done something obnoxious just to give the priest something to fuss about. Being shot at was preferable to a depressed Sanzo.
Glancing back down at his bag, he frowned. (Just where the hell did that stupid paper go? I was going to read it then decide if I should hand it back to Goku, but I can’t seem to find it. Damned monkey’s always rushing ahead. Not that I have any complaints. I just didn’t expect him to try to do to me the same thing I did to him. Besides, I like being the one who tops. Oh, damn.) That thought, carrying its own weight, lead back to the actual memories of his gold eyed lover ‘being topped’ and the red head’s body reacted eagerly. Sighing, he leaned back against the pillows and slipped his hands into his pockets to adjust himself. The hardness responded even to the light touch, and he indulged in a few moments of pocket pool as he contemplated a session by himself. (It’s been a while since I’ve done myself. I haven’t had to; Goku and I are usually so busy trying to get together I forget that piece of fun altogether. Odds are good I won’t get any tonight. Hakkai and the monkey both will be too busy trying to distract Sanzo from the rain.)
The vague sound of footsteps coming toward the room made him release himself and sit up. Goku burst through the door and made a bee line for his own pack at the end of the bed.
Gojyo hastily began packing his stuff back in the satchel. “What are you doing, monkey?”
“Hakkai said he couldn’t find the deck of cards in the other stuff, so I can to look in mine.” Looking up, the brunet took in the clearing mess and slowed in digging through his stuff. “Are you looking for cards, too?”
“No. That blue booklet that I confiscated off of you from the granny- I can’t find it.” Wadding up the last of his clothes, the kappa shoved them into the bag and flipped it shut.
“I’ve got it.” Goku didn’t notice the arching eyebrow. Fumbling for a moment, he pitched it up on the bed. “Here.”
“And just what are you doing with it? It was in my bag even, you little snoop.”
“It was MINE, and you left it where I could get to it. Don’t blame me if you’re stupid like that.” Tone casual, Goku continued to search through his bag. “Hey, you’re coming to play cards, right? I know you said you’re bored with cards, but I already asked around for a mahjong set and no one had one.”
“Was it Hakkai’s idea or yours?”
“Mine.”
“…Do you really want to play cards with the others tonight?” Crimson and gold eyes locked. Time stood still or at least took a cigarette break until the brunet swallowed. “S-Sanzo- it’s raining and stuff-”
“Sanzo’s always like that when it rains. But, it’s not raining that hard tonight. Why don’t you let Hakkai handle him?” Keeping his voice low, Gojyo felt a thrill of heat as he attempted a subtle persuasion, eyes still focused on the other. (Shit, it feels like I’m seducing him or something all of a sudden.)
Goku flushed and dropped his eyes. “P-pervert kappa, it’s barely dark out.”
“We’ve done it in the daylight.” Nudging his pack off the bed, Gojyo toed off his boots and flipped around onto his belly, until his face was just above his lover’s. “Just yesterday, in fact, pretty damn late in the morning.” Lips whispering over the cornet, the red head blew a gust of warm breath through the spiky bangs. The brunet shivered and lifted his head, unconsciously expecting a kiss. “And it wasn’t my idea, so just who should be called a pervert?”
There was a brief knock in the ensuing quiet, and two heads snapped to the room door that stood ajar. The green eyed driver stood there in his undershirt and jeans, a pleasant smile firmly pinned to his mouth that said he’d heard a little too much. “Excuse me, am I interrupting something?”
“Hakkai!” Goku exclaimed, the relief obvious on his face.
“Hakkai,” Gojyo echoed, the mood smashed. “What can we do for you?”
“I asked at the front desk and they brought us some cards. Care to join us for a few rounds?” Lifting his hands, the driver revealed two unopened packs. Then the smile of doom was cast over the red head first. “They’re sending up beer and snacks, too.”
“We’re coming.” Gojyo answered.
“Goku, would you mind taking the decks to Sanzo’s room while I talk with Gojyo?”
“Sure!” Rising to his feet, the younger brunet took the card decks and fled without a backward glance. The red haired kappa buried his head in the coverlet to hide his sigh, then rolled over onto his back and looked up at his friend. (Might as well take it like a man.)
“Gojyo…” Green eyes were narrowed dangerously. “Having Goku as your lover is one thing, but teaching him inappropriate things is another. Also, being indiscreet about an affair isn’t something you should be teaching him either.”
“There’s nothing wrong with having sex during the day, and I was just teasing him. Second, neither of us knew you were there. We sure as hell didn’t realize the door was open.” Gojyo met the driver’s frown evenly. “And he is my lover. I don’t do anything he doesn’t want me to.”
They were both silent for a moment, and Gojyo began to sweat under the intensity of the other man’s gaze. (Hakkai’s Hakkai, but there is such a thing as pushing him to far…)
“I’m sorry for eavesdropping on your conversation.”
Crimson eyes blinked, and then he sat up on the bed. “It’s nothing, man.”
“Shall we join the others for a few rounds?”
“Sure. Hey, Hakkai?” There were words trembling on the tip of his tongue, and just in time he realized what they were. The red head fumbled for his shoes. “Uh… never mind. Let’s go.”
“What is it?”
(What will you do if Sanzo leaves you for the monkey?) “It’s nothing. Let’s go. Are we playing with real chips this time, or peanuts?”
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“Hakkai, how much beer are you going to drink tonight? That’s… let’s see, three six packs and two bottles of sake altogether.” Feeling buzzed from his umpteenth beer, Gojyo squinted blurrily over his cards. “I know I’ve never seen you drunk, but you’re making some damned good progress tonight.”
“Ah ha ha ha, we’ve all overflowed our cups this early in the morning.” Hakkai smiled, still stone cold sober. Beside him, Sanzo snorted, pale face flushed a pleasant, unnatural blush pink. Outside the window, the rain poured down as it had since midnight. “Speak for yourself.”
“Are you challenging him to a drinking contest, oh honorable Sanzo Sama?” The red head drawled, setting his cards down. “Now there’s something I’d like to see.”
“Man, everyone’s drunk but me. No fair! Stingy bastards, I want to drink, too!” Goku complained, gaze darting back and forth between the three official adults He had already polished off the last of the snacks sometime back.
“Drinking isn’t good for someone your age,” The older brunet began. “And it wouldn’t taste nearly as nice to someone with your palette.”
“Yakisoba, teriyaki chicken, dim sum, ramen, steamed buns…” Gojyo chanted, listing foods to torment Goku. He looked up when the blond priest spoke to him.
“Hey, stupid kappa.”
”Yes, oh great priest Sanzo? To what do I owe this great pleasure?” Their leader was staring at the table directly in front of the red haired man with an odd expression on his face.
“Nice hand.”
“What?” Looking down, he blanched and cursed at the sight of his hand of cards exposed for the whole table to see.
“Idiot.”
“Hey- he answered to ‘stupid kappa’. Does that make it his new name?” Goku asked, and was smacked on the head as the other two did their versions of laughing: Hakkai chuckling and Sanzo smirking. “Ow! What the hell?!”
“Just brilliant, stupid monkey.”
“Gojyo, I suggest you fold now. It’ll save you several peanuts.”
With a growl, the red head picked up his cards and tossed them in the air. “Fuck. If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.”
“Boo fucking hoo,” Sanzo replied, and flicked his cigarette over the ashtray. “It’s fucking two in the morning and the rest of the booze is mine. You bastards get out.”
Gojyo rose to his feet with a groan and surveyed the mess of beer cans, empty bottles, soiled food containers and used ash trays piled in the once neat room. The view was slightly unsteady but he blamed the lateness of the hour. “Grumpy because Hakkai won most of the hands? Cheh.”
“Don’t open your mouth unless it’s important, moron.”
(That sounded almost pleasant, and he’s not acting all mopey. Good.) Gojyo cheerfully flipped him the bird while grabbing another beer with the other from the ice chest.
“Can you make it back to your room? Goku, do you need help…?” Turning, he caught the looks between the two brunets. There was a quick one darted at him, along with a head jerk, and he realized they thought he was falling down drunk. (Bastards! I’m still too fucking sober!)
“Hey! I’m not drunk! All I’ve got is a good buzz going on!”
“…I can always knock him out later, Hakkai. It’ll be fine.”
“Hey…”
~yaaaaawn~
All three of them looked in askew at Sanzo. He’d just barely managed to hide his yawn- a yawn of jaw breaking proportions- behind a hand. The blond blinked slowly at them. “What?”
“Let’s go, monkey, the great Sanzo Sama needs his sleep so he won’t shoot us for real.” The priest flipped him the bird and he ignored it.
“Can you walk without falling down?” Goku asked, scooting his chair back. “For real, you’re drunk.”
“Cheh! I’m standing aren’t I!”
“Let’s go, Gojyo.” Rising from his seat, Goku went to the door and looked expectantly back at his lover. “Good night, Sanzo! Good night, Hakkai!”
“Neh.”
“Good night, Goku, Gojyo.”
“Night.” Forcing his legs and feet to move took more concentration than it normally did. Twice he almost tripped on his own feet before he made it to the door. Gold eyes were laughing at him as the pair made their way into the hall and back to their own room. The fresh beer still in one hand, he leaned the other on the wall as he made his way after Goku. The brunet had the room door open and waiting for him by the time he actually made it there. (Okay, maybe I’m a little drunk.)
“Man, you’re drunk.” Goku locked the door back as the red head flopped back on the bed. “I hope you have a horribly awesome hangover in the morning. Why’d you drink so much?”
“I didn’t drink that much! Besides, it’s raining and we’re not going to do it.” Staring up at the ceiling, he listened to the sounds of Goku discarding his clothing.
“How do you know we’re not doing it tonight? And what’s the rain got to do with it?”
“Sanzo shoves his head up his ass every time it rains, and you and Hakkai fawn over him.”
“Don’t make fun of Sanzo! You fawn over him, too! You’re the one who kept baiting him tonight.” Something began tugging on his boots, and he sat up on his elbows to look. The gold eyed brunet knelt at his feet in his boxers, carefully removing his footwear. “Stupid kappa, the saucer on your head needs to refilled with something besides alcohol so you can think straight.”
Sitting up the rest of the way, Gojyo began to struggle out of his vest as Goku got rid of the last shoe. Then he helped him removed the vest, and as soon as it was clear, the red head wrapped his long arms around the slender waist of his lover and tugged him down onto his lap. The brunet came willingly to straddle his thighs, dropping the blue cloth on the floor, and didn’t object when Gojyo buried his face in the curve between his neck and shoulder and breathed deeply. Green earth danced dizzily across Gojyo’s senses, cutting through the alcohol. “You smell good.”
“Thanks.” Gentle fingers threaded through the long crimson strands to rest at the nape of his neck, and he shivered. Tightening his grip, he brushed his mouth over the flesh even with his lips.
“Gojyo…” There was a warning tone in his lover’s voice. “You’re drunk…”
“We’re not doing it tonight so it’s fine.” Moving his lips up the tendon leisurely, he paused over the pulse just under the jaw bone. “Right?”
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Waking up slowly, he was aware of a hot mouth and soft kisses on the back of his neck past the long strands of hair. The kisses moved slowly across his shoulder and down over his shoulder blade before circling up his spine back to his nape. There was a slight pounding in his temples that was being worn away by the pleasure, and focusing on the mouth doing the kisses, he realized that there was also a hand stroking his side. A sudden jolt of memory flung him back a few nights to a certain mountain where Goku had dared to reach between the cheeks of his buttocks and finger him, and his cock responded eagerly. In surprise, Gojyo bolted upright, and heard a yelp behind him.
“Bastard! Watch what you’re doing! You smacked me in the nose!” Goku sat up beside him, holding a hand to his face. Eyes watering, he glared with an unfamiliar edge of emotion. “Man! I was just trying to wake you up nicely so we could take a bath together!”
“Is that so? Sorry, man.” Lifting his hands to the other’s face, the red head tried to blink the gummy feeling from his eyes. “Let me see.”
Goku pulled his hand away to allow the inspection, frowning ominously at Gojyo. “First I don’t get any, and then you try to break my nose. This sucks!”
Running his fingers over the sore area, Gojyo snorted lightly and decided to play at being deliberately obtuse in order to defuse the odd air. “I didn’t try on purpose, and it’s no where near broke. And since when are you worried about getting some? ‘Some’ what?”
A small, hard hand wrapped around his erection like a vise, and he stiffened. Shifting his focus from his lover’s nose to his eyes, the red head found himself in danger of drowning in lustful, resentful pools of gold in the midst of a pointed, short silence.
“I wanted some of THIS. How many times do I have to say it? Pay attention to me, damn it. I like having sex with you, Gojyo. I like it when you touch me. I’m beginning to think I crave it even. The only reason I didn’t get mad last night was because at least we got to sleep together in the same bed.” Goku sighed as he began to slip his grip up and down the shaft he held. “You’ve made me a pervert like you.”
“…You still blush like a virgin when I talk dirty to you. There’s no way.” Leaning forward, he brushed a kiss over the tip of his offended nose. (Was I ignoring him? I didn’t think I was ignoring him. Most of the time, it feels like I pay too much attention to him. I guess Sanzo’s not the only one with his head up his ass. ) “Sorry. Is the offer of a bath still open? I have an apology to make and I want to be acceptable when I give it. Only… give me a chance to use the toilet.”
His cock was squeezed then released. “Yeah. The water was still running cold when I came to wake you up.”
Goku let him go into the western style bathroom, where the tap was giving off faint gusts of steam as it ran into the tub. Shutting the door, Gojyo completed his business in record time. Then the red head adjusted the water and set it to spray before allowing his lover in. He stepped aside for him to climb in the tub first and pulled the curtains shut behind them. The atmosphere between them was curiously calm as they began to bathe each other. More than once the brunet played with his erection and the kappa let him, though he was unsure if it was to assure his arousal or to torment him for neglecting his young lover. Goku didn’t give off a vengeful vibe as he almost absently stroked him slowly, occasionally massaging his sac and the area behind there.
In return the red head made his motions massaging ones instead of just cleansing ones. The familiarity of their bathing together gradually took a new twist, sensuality twining with necessity. It raised Goku’s arousal, his full erection rising amid the bubbles to press insistently against Gojyo’s hip. It was hard to ignore, but he did it; it was too soon for any such action. Goku didn’t have the self control his red haired lover had, hadn’t developed it yet; the brunet was just beginning to work on it. (But I mean to apologize to him this way, so I don’t want him climaxing yet. He can barely handle two climaxes a night before he passes out… and I want to make this ‘apology’ really good…)
When the last of the soap drained away and the water ran clear, he turned the shower off and pulled back the curtain. When Goku went to step out, he held him back with a hand and stepped out first to reach back for him, large hands wrapping around a slender waist as he hoisted him out onto the bath mat. The towels were stacked on a tall shelf, and he pulled the whole bunch down and set them on the closed toilet lid within easy reach for them both. There was a glance between them, and together they reached for the towels and began drying each other off. As they ran the lengths of terrycloth over wet skin, the mood slowly changed, going from vaguely serene to definitely hot and bothered.
Dropping to his knees, Gojyo toweled the front of Goku’s legs, then came back up on the back side up to his hips and waist. The object of his attentions was still for the moment, then dropped the towel in his hands against the back of that crimson hair and slowly began to rumple the fine wet satin.
“Goku. Do I not pay enough attention to you?” The bare skin of his abdomen and thighs made him want to press his mouth against such tender flesh. Instead, he folded the towel around him.
“…It’s not that. Umm... how do I put it…? I want you to not go away.”
“Not go away?”
“In your head, like you’re thinking too much. The sex is always good, but you’re always busy supervising. Why can’t you just let go and enjoy it with me? And last night, you were just so sure that nothing was going to happen because you didn’t talk to me at all. You couldn’t help but ignore me like that.” Goku’s hands slowed. “Talk to me and listen to me. Isn’t that what it’s supposed to be like between lovers?”
“…I don’t know. You’re different from what I’ve had in the past and… all that.” (And Sanzo and Hakkai will kill me if anything happens to you.) “We’re each others first for a lot of things, you know?” Giving in and pressing his lips against the smooth abdomen before him, he rolled crimson eyes up to look at him. “I’ll try to give what you want but… I’ll probably forget. You have to keep reminding me, okay? Tell me when I’m ignoring you.”
“Okay.” The towel slipping from his fingers, Goku stared down at him for a moment before sinking his fingers into the long strands.
“Hold on to me.” Picking Goku up once again in his arms, towel and all, he strode into the bed room. He dropped his burden in the center of the rumpled sheets as best he could. Gojyo paused to pull out the lubricant and condoms and placed them on the bed. Then the kappa climbed up and straddled the brunet’s body, hands planted somewhere near his shoulders for balance. Goku’s hands immediately found their way back into his hair, and he leaned down to kiss him once on the cheek. “This is my apology for not paying attention to you.”
“It’s all right.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He kissed his cheek again, closer to his mouth. “THIS is going to be my apology. If you feel like you’re coming early, warn me, okay?”
With that, Gojyo began by parting the towel. He kissed and laved almost every inch of skin until Goku was pulling painfully on his hair and demanding that the red head get on with it. His actions stopped when his cock was suddenly engulfed in the wet heat of Gojyo’s mouth, and came back to life only when the kappa pulled away a few moments later. (He’s already on edge… I can taste him…)
“Gojyo, you bastard…”
He smiled and reached for the lubricant. “Spread your legs for me, pretty baby.”
A brilliant scarlet infused Goku’s face even he obeyed. Maneuvering around, Gojyo prepped Goku until he was smoothly sliding two spread fingers in and out. When he didn’t do the third finger, the gold eyed brunet looked at him questioningly as he began sliding the condom and lube on. “Gojyo?”
“Roll over on your stomach and get on your knees. Keep the towel under you.”
Looking concerned, his lover obeyed. “Gojyo, you only- don’t you usually use three fingers?”
“I want this to be intense enough to blow your mind, pretty baby.” He finished smoothing the lubricant over his latex shielded erection and slid behind Goku, his voice low. “Spread your legs and offer yourself to me. Arch your back and lift your hips- that’s it…”
The brunet was shivering as he complied, and Gojyo paused to admire the rounded curves of buttocks and sac, the blooming, wetly prepared rose. (Fuck, he makes an excellent bottom boy. I wonder how big an effect that phrase has on him.) Grasping his erection, he pressed it against the entrance, then wrapped himself around Goku, skin against skin as much as possible, his chin over his shoulder. Before beginning the slide inside, he whispered in his ear, “Take it all, pretty baby.”
Goku whimpered as his body was breeched. The further in the crimson haired man advanced, the more the whimpering grew, longer and louder. Gojyo began talking- ordering, encouraging and praising all at once. “Arch your back more, Goku, spread your legs and arch your back… Like that, Goku… That’s my pretty baby…
“G-Gojyo…”
“I want inside you. I want to fuck you.” He feathered kisses over his temple. “Don’t you want me to?”
“Y-yes…” The shivering grew worse as he slipped further inside.
“That’s my pretty baby. Do you know how good you feel? And it’s tighter than usual because I only used two fingers. Doesn’t it feel good for you too?” He pressed in persistently, gaining ground inch by inch. It was hot and the walls contracted tightly around him, beginning to strain his self control.
“Too big- Gojyo, you’re too big! You- should have stretched me more!”
“I want every inch of my cock up your cute little ass, Goku.” The red head whispered, lips teasing his ear lobe. “I know you can take it, so take it. We’re almost there. Just keep arching your back.”
Still whimpering, Goku did so, pressing his face into the sheets as he angled his hips back. Gojyo took the opportunity and slid in, until his thighs brushed his lover’s and he had taken every inch Goku had to offer. He kissed his temple again, trying to get his attention. “Pretty baby, look at me. Can you feel me? How deep I am?”
“Yes...” Gold eyes glanced at him as the brunet turned his head, dazed and confused and aroused. “Gojyo…”
“Don’t think, just feel. Just feel me fucking you.” Pulling his hips back only so far, he thrust back in slowly. A moan fell from Goku’s mouth and his eyes closed. “I want you. I want to fuck you into the mattress. Okay?”
He nodded beneath him, and Gojyo rolled his hips in a shallow thrust. The red head slid a hand under his lover, searching for and finding his erection. The weight was heavy in his palm and hard as a rock. “Tell me- yes or no.”
“Y-yes.”
Still cradling his cock, he began with shallow thrusts that drew the most amazing sounds from Goku’s throat. Switching gradually to deeper thrusts, Gojyo kept his eyes on his lover’s face as he moved, mesmerized by the feel, the sight and the sounds the gold eyed brunet made. (I want to see his eyes…) “Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me.”
Lids lifting gradually, gold eyes looked at him dazedly. “Gojyo…”
Heat bloomed in his stomach and a blush infused his face. (That was hot, the way he said my name…) Suddenly he was going much too slow, and he began moving faster as he leaned the short distance it took to lock lips with his lover. He ghosted his hand under Goku’s hip to grasp erect flesh and began to stroke him in time with his quickened pace.
A few minutes of such treatment is all it took for Goku to climax, wailing into Gojyo’s mouth as his body shuddered in surrender. The red head followed him eagerly, lead, by the constricting heat and the next thing he knew, the brunet was wiggling under him, voice low and drowsy. “Gojyo, get off… You’re heavy and I can’t breathe.”
Pushing his weight up on a hand and arm, he reached between them to ensure the condom’s position as he pulled slowly, reluctantly from his lover’s body. Goku didn’t shiver as was his want; he seemed too exhausted, his motions slow and sluggish as he rolled away onto his side. The towel and condom were wrapped and tossed over the edge of the bed to be dealt with later. Instead, he laid down on his side and tugged the brunet around to face him. “Goku?”
A hand slapped his shoulder. “It was really intense, and I liked it, but don’t do that again.” Gold eyes stared at him, bliss and exhaustion equally at home. His hair was in even more disarray than usual, and his lips were bruised again from the rough kisses. “The way you prepared me… and the way you talked to me… and the way you fucked me… I wasn’t ready for it. It’s not the way we…”
The thought was left unfinished, and Gojyo smiled. “I won’t, not unless you say yes first.” The red head paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. “Was I really ignoring you that badly?”
“No. I just wanted more attention from you.” Sliding closer, Goku snuggled down against the taller man and sighed, sounding tired. “I’m hungry. And that took a lot out of me.”
A pang of consciousness stabbed the kappa, and he lifted his head to check the window. Rain was still trickling down the pane; they’d be here until it stopped. “It’s still raining. Do you want to go eat? Someone’s bound to have opened the kitchen by now.”
“Only if you clean us up. It’s your fault I’m so tired and hungry.”
“Okay… in a few minutes. Too bad they don’t have room service here.”
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TBC…
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Sokasato: Thank you so very much. ^_^
Bahnona: Here you go! Thing’s have just been really busy at home. Real Life needs its attention, too. The muse is being pissy with the energy redirect, but things will be more normal soon enough. She just has no patience.
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Author: Quirk otheTrade
Category: fan fiction
Genre: romance, yaoi, lemon, angst
C&CC: Thank you in advance. quirkothetrade@yahoo.com or http://blog.myspace.com/quirkyqchan
Warning: sexual situation, language.
Disclaimer: I own lint, not Saiyuki. I give all my money to own what they’re willing to sell, though.
A/N: What to say… I got my hands on Saiyuki Reload volume three graphic novel. I loved it. Everyone exclaimed over a bath scene in one of the stories, but I have to say I was more interested in Sanzo’s scars. I wonder how he got them all.
Beta: Un-betaed
Synopsis: If you belong to Goku, don’t ignore him even a little bit.
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Gojyo stared pensively out the window at the rain dribbling down the glass, half his stuff scattered around him on the bed. It had been a while since they had run into the wet stuff and he wondered how Sanzo was taking it. The blond had been silent as they checked into the next inn after leaving behind the mountain retreat of Tang Shou Ren. He had almost done something obnoxious just to give the priest something to fuss about. Being shot at was preferable to a depressed Sanzo.
Glancing back down at his bag, he frowned. (Just where the hell did that stupid paper go? I was going to read it then decide if I should hand it back to Goku, but I can’t seem to find it. Damned monkey’s always rushing ahead. Not that I have any complaints. I just didn’t expect him to try to do to me the same thing I did to him. Besides, I like being the one who tops. Oh, damn.) That thought, carrying its own weight, lead back to the actual memories of his gold eyed lover ‘being topped’ and the red head’s body reacted eagerly. Sighing, he leaned back against the pillows and slipped his hands into his pockets to adjust himself. The hardness responded even to the light touch, and he indulged in a few moments of pocket pool as he contemplated a session by himself. (It’s been a while since I’ve done myself. I haven’t had to; Goku and I are usually so busy trying to get together I forget that piece of fun altogether. Odds are good I won’t get any tonight. Hakkai and the monkey both will be too busy trying to distract Sanzo from the rain.)
The vague sound of footsteps coming toward the room made him release himself and sit up. Goku burst through the door and made a bee line for his own pack at the end of the bed.
Gojyo hastily began packing his stuff back in the satchel. “What are you doing, monkey?”
“Hakkai said he couldn’t find the deck of cards in the other stuff, so I can to look in mine.” Looking up, the brunet took in the clearing mess and slowed in digging through his stuff. “Are you looking for cards, too?”
“No. That blue booklet that I confiscated off of you from the granny- I can’t find it.” Wadding up the last of his clothes, the kappa shoved them into the bag and flipped it shut.
“I’ve got it.” Goku didn’t notice the arching eyebrow. Fumbling for a moment, he pitched it up on the bed. “Here.”
“And just what are you doing with it? It was in my bag even, you little snoop.”
“It was MINE, and you left it where I could get to it. Don’t blame me if you’re stupid like that.” Tone casual, Goku continued to search through his bag. “Hey, you’re coming to play cards, right? I know you said you’re bored with cards, but I already asked around for a mahjong set and no one had one.”
“Was it Hakkai’s idea or yours?”
“Mine.”
“…Do you really want to play cards with the others tonight?” Crimson and gold eyes locked. Time stood still or at least took a cigarette break until the brunet swallowed. “S-Sanzo- it’s raining and stuff-”
“Sanzo’s always like that when it rains. But, it’s not raining that hard tonight. Why don’t you let Hakkai handle him?” Keeping his voice low, Gojyo felt a thrill of heat as he attempted a subtle persuasion, eyes still focused on the other. (Shit, it feels like I’m seducing him or something all of a sudden.)
Goku flushed and dropped his eyes. “P-pervert kappa, it’s barely dark out.”
“We’ve done it in the daylight.” Nudging his pack off the bed, Gojyo toed off his boots and flipped around onto his belly, until his face was just above his lover’s. “Just yesterday, in fact, pretty damn late in the morning.” Lips whispering over the cornet, the red head blew a gust of warm breath through the spiky bangs. The brunet shivered and lifted his head, unconsciously expecting a kiss. “And it wasn’t my idea, so just who should be called a pervert?”
There was a brief knock in the ensuing quiet, and two heads snapped to the room door that stood ajar. The green eyed driver stood there in his undershirt and jeans, a pleasant smile firmly pinned to his mouth that said he’d heard a little too much. “Excuse me, am I interrupting something?”
“Hakkai!” Goku exclaimed, the relief obvious on his face.
“Hakkai,” Gojyo echoed, the mood smashed. “What can we do for you?”
“I asked at the front desk and they brought us some cards. Care to join us for a few rounds?” Lifting his hands, the driver revealed two unopened packs. Then the smile of doom was cast over the red head first. “They’re sending up beer and snacks, too.”
“We’re coming.” Gojyo answered.
“Goku, would you mind taking the decks to Sanzo’s room while I talk with Gojyo?”
“Sure!” Rising to his feet, the younger brunet took the card decks and fled without a backward glance. The red haired kappa buried his head in the coverlet to hide his sigh, then rolled over onto his back and looked up at his friend. (Might as well take it like a man.)
“Gojyo…” Green eyes were narrowed dangerously. “Having Goku as your lover is one thing, but teaching him inappropriate things is another. Also, being indiscreet about an affair isn’t something you should be teaching him either.”
“There’s nothing wrong with having sex during the day, and I was just teasing him. Second, neither of us knew you were there. We sure as hell didn’t realize the door was open.” Gojyo met the driver’s frown evenly. “And he is my lover. I don’t do anything he doesn’t want me to.”
They were both silent for a moment, and Gojyo began to sweat under the intensity of the other man’s gaze. (Hakkai’s Hakkai, but there is such a thing as pushing him to far…)
“I’m sorry for eavesdropping on your conversation.”
Crimson eyes blinked, and then he sat up on the bed. “It’s nothing, man.”
“Shall we join the others for a few rounds?”
“Sure. Hey, Hakkai?” There were words trembling on the tip of his tongue, and just in time he realized what they were. The red head fumbled for his shoes. “Uh… never mind. Let’s go.”
“What is it?”
(What will you do if Sanzo leaves you for the monkey?) “It’s nothing. Let’s go. Are we playing with real chips this time, or peanuts?”
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“Hakkai, how much beer are you going to drink tonight? That’s… let’s see, three six packs and two bottles of sake altogether.” Feeling buzzed from his umpteenth beer, Gojyo squinted blurrily over his cards. “I know I’ve never seen you drunk, but you’re making some damned good progress tonight.”
“Ah ha ha ha, we’ve all overflowed our cups this early in the morning.” Hakkai smiled, still stone cold sober. Beside him, Sanzo snorted, pale face flushed a pleasant, unnatural blush pink. Outside the window, the rain poured down as it had since midnight. “Speak for yourself.”
“Are you challenging him to a drinking contest, oh honorable Sanzo Sama?” The red head drawled, setting his cards down. “Now there’s something I’d like to see.”
“Man, everyone’s drunk but me. No fair! Stingy bastards, I want to drink, too!” Goku complained, gaze darting back and forth between the three official adults He had already polished off the last of the snacks sometime back.
“Drinking isn’t good for someone your age,” The older brunet began. “And it wouldn’t taste nearly as nice to someone with your palette.”
“Yakisoba, teriyaki chicken, dim sum, ramen, steamed buns…” Gojyo chanted, listing foods to torment Goku. He looked up when the blond priest spoke to him.
“Hey, stupid kappa.”
”Yes, oh great priest Sanzo? To what do I owe this great pleasure?” Their leader was staring at the table directly in front of the red haired man with an odd expression on his face.
“Nice hand.”
“What?” Looking down, he blanched and cursed at the sight of his hand of cards exposed for the whole table to see.
“Idiot.”
“Hey- he answered to ‘stupid kappa’. Does that make it his new name?” Goku asked, and was smacked on the head as the other two did their versions of laughing: Hakkai chuckling and Sanzo smirking. “Ow! What the hell?!”
“Just brilliant, stupid monkey.”
“Gojyo, I suggest you fold now. It’ll save you several peanuts.”
With a growl, the red head picked up his cards and tossed them in the air. “Fuck. If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.”
“Boo fucking hoo,” Sanzo replied, and flicked his cigarette over the ashtray. “It’s fucking two in the morning and the rest of the booze is mine. You bastards get out.”
Gojyo rose to his feet with a groan and surveyed the mess of beer cans, empty bottles, soiled food containers and used ash trays piled in the once neat room. The view was slightly unsteady but he blamed the lateness of the hour. “Grumpy because Hakkai won most of the hands? Cheh.”
“Don’t open your mouth unless it’s important, moron.”
(That sounded almost pleasant, and he’s not acting all mopey. Good.) Gojyo cheerfully flipped him the bird while grabbing another beer with the other from the ice chest.
“Can you make it back to your room? Goku, do you need help…?” Turning, he caught the looks between the two brunets. There was a quick one darted at him, along with a head jerk, and he realized they thought he was falling down drunk. (Bastards! I’m still too fucking sober!)
“Hey! I’m not drunk! All I’ve got is a good buzz going on!”
“…I can always knock him out later, Hakkai. It’ll be fine.”
“Hey…”
~yaaaaawn~
All three of them looked in askew at Sanzo. He’d just barely managed to hide his yawn- a yawn of jaw breaking proportions- behind a hand. The blond blinked slowly at them. “What?”
“Let’s go, monkey, the great Sanzo Sama needs his sleep so he won’t shoot us for real.” The priest flipped him the bird and he ignored it.
“Can you walk without falling down?” Goku asked, scooting his chair back. “For real, you’re drunk.”
“Cheh! I’m standing aren’t I!”
“Let’s go, Gojyo.” Rising from his seat, Goku went to the door and looked expectantly back at his lover. “Good night, Sanzo! Good night, Hakkai!”
“Neh.”
“Good night, Goku, Gojyo.”
“Night.” Forcing his legs and feet to move took more concentration than it normally did. Twice he almost tripped on his own feet before he made it to the door. Gold eyes were laughing at him as the pair made their way into the hall and back to their own room. The fresh beer still in one hand, he leaned the other on the wall as he made his way after Goku. The brunet had the room door open and waiting for him by the time he actually made it there. (Okay, maybe I’m a little drunk.)
“Man, you’re drunk.” Goku locked the door back as the red head flopped back on the bed. “I hope you have a horribly awesome hangover in the morning. Why’d you drink so much?”
“I didn’t drink that much! Besides, it’s raining and we’re not going to do it.” Staring up at the ceiling, he listened to the sounds of Goku discarding his clothing.
“How do you know we’re not doing it tonight? And what’s the rain got to do with it?”
“Sanzo shoves his head up his ass every time it rains, and you and Hakkai fawn over him.”
“Don’t make fun of Sanzo! You fawn over him, too! You’re the one who kept baiting him tonight.” Something began tugging on his boots, and he sat up on his elbows to look. The gold eyed brunet knelt at his feet in his boxers, carefully removing his footwear. “Stupid kappa, the saucer on your head needs to refilled with something besides alcohol so you can think straight.”
Sitting up the rest of the way, Gojyo began to struggle out of his vest as Goku got rid of the last shoe. Then he helped him removed the vest, and as soon as it was clear, the red head wrapped his long arms around the slender waist of his lover and tugged him down onto his lap. The brunet came willingly to straddle his thighs, dropping the blue cloth on the floor, and didn’t object when Gojyo buried his face in the curve between his neck and shoulder and breathed deeply. Green earth danced dizzily across Gojyo’s senses, cutting through the alcohol. “You smell good.”
“Thanks.” Gentle fingers threaded through the long crimson strands to rest at the nape of his neck, and he shivered. Tightening his grip, he brushed his mouth over the flesh even with his lips.
“Gojyo…” There was a warning tone in his lover’s voice. “You’re drunk…”
“We’re not doing it tonight so it’s fine.” Moving his lips up the tendon leisurely, he paused over the pulse just under the jaw bone. “Right?”
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Waking up slowly, he was aware of a hot mouth and soft kisses on the back of his neck past the long strands of hair. The kisses moved slowly across his shoulder and down over his shoulder blade before circling up his spine back to his nape. There was a slight pounding in his temples that was being worn away by the pleasure, and focusing on the mouth doing the kisses, he realized that there was also a hand stroking his side. A sudden jolt of memory flung him back a few nights to a certain mountain where Goku had dared to reach between the cheeks of his buttocks and finger him, and his cock responded eagerly. In surprise, Gojyo bolted upright, and heard a yelp behind him.
“Bastard! Watch what you’re doing! You smacked me in the nose!” Goku sat up beside him, holding a hand to his face. Eyes watering, he glared with an unfamiliar edge of emotion. “Man! I was just trying to wake you up nicely so we could take a bath together!”
“Is that so? Sorry, man.” Lifting his hands to the other’s face, the red head tried to blink the gummy feeling from his eyes. “Let me see.”
Goku pulled his hand away to allow the inspection, frowning ominously at Gojyo. “First I don’t get any, and then you try to break my nose. This sucks!”
Running his fingers over the sore area, Gojyo snorted lightly and decided to play at being deliberately obtuse in order to defuse the odd air. “I didn’t try on purpose, and it’s no where near broke. And since when are you worried about getting some? ‘Some’ what?”
A small, hard hand wrapped around his erection like a vise, and he stiffened. Shifting his focus from his lover’s nose to his eyes, the red head found himself in danger of drowning in lustful, resentful pools of gold in the midst of a pointed, short silence.
“I wanted some of THIS. How many times do I have to say it? Pay attention to me, damn it. I like having sex with you, Gojyo. I like it when you touch me. I’m beginning to think I crave it even. The only reason I didn’t get mad last night was because at least we got to sleep together in the same bed.” Goku sighed as he began to slip his grip up and down the shaft he held. “You’ve made me a pervert like you.”
“…You still blush like a virgin when I talk dirty to you. There’s no way.” Leaning forward, he brushed a kiss over the tip of his offended nose. (Was I ignoring him? I didn’t think I was ignoring him. Most of the time, it feels like I pay too much attention to him. I guess Sanzo’s not the only one with his head up his ass. ) “Sorry. Is the offer of a bath still open? I have an apology to make and I want to be acceptable when I give it. Only… give me a chance to use the toilet.”
His cock was squeezed then released. “Yeah. The water was still running cold when I came to wake you up.”
Goku let him go into the western style bathroom, where the tap was giving off faint gusts of steam as it ran into the tub. Shutting the door, Gojyo completed his business in record time. Then the red head adjusted the water and set it to spray before allowing his lover in. He stepped aside for him to climb in the tub first and pulled the curtains shut behind them. The atmosphere between them was curiously calm as they began to bathe each other. More than once the brunet played with his erection and the kappa let him, though he was unsure if it was to assure his arousal or to torment him for neglecting his young lover. Goku didn’t give off a vengeful vibe as he almost absently stroked him slowly, occasionally massaging his sac and the area behind there.
In return the red head made his motions massaging ones instead of just cleansing ones. The familiarity of their bathing together gradually took a new twist, sensuality twining with necessity. It raised Goku’s arousal, his full erection rising amid the bubbles to press insistently against Gojyo’s hip. It was hard to ignore, but he did it; it was too soon for any such action. Goku didn’t have the self control his red haired lover had, hadn’t developed it yet; the brunet was just beginning to work on it. (But I mean to apologize to him this way, so I don’t want him climaxing yet. He can barely handle two climaxes a night before he passes out… and I want to make this ‘apology’ really good…)
When the last of the soap drained away and the water ran clear, he turned the shower off and pulled back the curtain. When Goku went to step out, he held him back with a hand and stepped out first to reach back for him, large hands wrapping around a slender waist as he hoisted him out onto the bath mat. The towels were stacked on a tall shelf, and he pulled the whole bunch down and set them on the closed toilet lid within easy reach for them both. There was a glance between them, and together they reached for the towels and began drying each other off. As they ran the lengths of terrycloth over wet skin, the mood slowly changed, going from vaguely serene to definitely hot and bothered.
Dropping to his knees, Gojyo toweled the front of Goku’s legs, then came back up on the back side up to his hips and waist. The object of his attentions was still for the moment, then dropped the towel in his hands against the back of that crimson hair and slowly began to rumple the fine wet satin.
“Goku. Do I not pay enough attention to you?” The bare skin of his abdomen and thighs made him want to press his mouth against such tender flesh. Instead, he folded the towel around him.
“…It’s not that. Umm... how do I put it…? I want you to not go away.”
“Not go away?”
“In your head, like you’re thinking too much. The sex is always good, but you’re always busy supervising. Why can’t you just let go and enjoy it with me? And last night, you were just so sure that nothing was going to happen because you didn’t talk to me at all. You couldn’t help but ignore me like that.” Goku’s hands slowed. “Talk to me and listen to me. Isn’t that what it’s supposed to be like between lovers?”
“…I don’t know. You’re different from what I’ve had in the past and… all that.” (And Sanzo and Hakkai will kill me if anything happens to you.) “We’re each others first for a lot of things, you know?” Giving in and pressing his lips against the smooth abdomen before him, he rolled crimson eyes up to look at him. “I’ll try to give what you want but… I’ll probably forget. You have to keep reminding me, okay? Tell me when I’m ignoring you.”
“Okay.” The towel slipping from his fingers, Goku stared down at him for a moment before sinking his fingers into the long strands.
“Hold on to me.” Picking Goku up once again in his arms, towel and all, he strode into the bed room. He dropped his burden in the center of the rumpled sheets as best he could. Gojyo paused to pull out the lubricant and condoms and placed them on the bed. Then the kappa climbed up and straddled the brunet’s body, hands planted somewhere near his shoulders for balance. Goku’s hands immediately found their way back into his hair, and he leaned down to kiss him once on the cheek. “This is my apology for not paying attention to you.”
“It’s all right.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He kissed his cheek again, closer to his mouth. “THIS is going to be my apology. If you feel like you’re coming early, warn me, okay?”
With that, Gojyo began by parting the towel. He kissed and laved almost every inch of skin until Goku was pulling painfully on his hair and demanding that the red head get on with it. His actions stopped when his cock was suddenly engulfed in the wet heat of Gojyo’s mouth, and came back to life only when the kappa pulled away a few moments later. (He’s already on edge… I can taste him…)
“Gojyo, you bastard…”
He smiled and reached for the lubricant. “Spread your legs for me, pretty baby.”
A brilliant scarlet infused Goku’s face even he obeyed. Maneuvering around, Gojyo prepped Goku until he was smoothly sliding two spread fingers in and out. When he didn’t do the third finger, the gold eyed brunet looked at him questioningly as he began sliding the condom and lube on. “Gojyo?”
“Roll over on your stomach and get on your knees. Keep the towel under you.”
Looking concerned, his lover obeyed. “Gojyo, you only- don’t you usually use three fingers?”
“I want this to be intense enough to blow your mind, pretty baby.” He finished smoothing the lubricant over his latex shielded erection and slid behind Goku, his voice low. “Spread your legs and offer yourself to me. Arch your back and lift your hips- that’s it…”
The brunet was shivering as he complied, and Gojyo paused to admire the rounded curves of buttocks and sac, the blooming, wetly prepared rose. (Fuck, he makes an excellent bottom boy. I wonder how big an effect that phrase has on him.) Grasping his erection, he pressed it against the entrance, then wrapped himself around Goku, skin against skin as much as possible, his chin over his shoulder. Before beginning the slide inside, he whispered in his ear, “Take it all, pretty baby.”
Goku whimpered as his body was breeched. The further in the crimson haired man advanced, the more the whimpering grew, longer and louder. Gojyo began talking- ordering, encouraging and praising all at once. “Arch your back more, Goku, spread your legs and arch your back… Like that, Goku… That’s my pretty baby…
“G-Gojyo…”
“I want inside you. I want to fuck you.” He feathered kisses over his temple. “Don’t you want me to?”
“Y-yes…” The shivering grew worse as he slipped further inside.
“That’s my pretty baby. Do you know how good you feel? And it’s tighter than usual because I only used two fingers. Doesn’t it feel good for you too?” He pressed in persistently, gaining ground inch by inch. It was hot and the walls contracted tightly around him, beginning to strain his self control.
“Too big- Gojyo, you’re too big! You- should have stretched me more!”
“I want every inch of my cock up your cute little ass, Goku.” The red head whispered, lips teasing his ear lobe. “I know you can take it, so take it. We’re almost there. Just keep arching your back.”
Still whimpering, Goku did so, pressing his face into the sheets as he angled his hips back. Gojyo took the opportunity and slid in, until his thighs brushed his lover’s and he had taken every inch Goku had to offer. He kissed his temple again, trying to get his attention. “Pretty baby, look at me. Can you feel me? How deep I am?”
“Yes...” Gold eyes glanced at him as the brunet turned his head, dazed and confused and aroused. “Gojyo…”
“Don’t think, just feel. Just feel me fucking you.” Pulling his hips back only so far, he thrust back in slowly. A moan fell from Goku’s mouth and his eyes closed. “I want you. I want to fuck you into the mattress. Okay?”
He nodded beneath him, and Gojyo rolled his hips in a shallow thrust. The red head slid a hand under his lover, searching for and finding his erection. The weight was heavy in his palm and hard as a rock. “Tell me- yes or no.”
“Y-yes.”
Still cradling his cock, he began with shallow thrusts that drew the most amazing sounds from Goku’s throat. Switching gradually to deeper thrusts, Gojyo kept his eyes on his lover’s face as he moved, mesmerized by the feel, the sight and the sounds the gold eyed brunet made. (I want to see his eyes…) “Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me.”
Lids lifting gradually, gold eyes looked at him dazedly. “Gojyo…”
Heat bloomed in his stomach and a blush infused his face. (That was hot, the way he said my name…) Suddenly he was going much too slow, and he began moving faster as he leaned the short distance it took to lock lips with his lover. He ghosted his hand under Goku’s hip to grasp erect flesh and began to stroke him in time with his quickened pace.
A few minutes of such treatment is all it took for Goku to climax, wailing into Gojyo’s mouth as his body shuddered in surrender. The red head followed him eagerly, lead, by the constricting heat and the next thing he knew, the brunet was wiggling under him, voice low and drowsy. “Gojyo, get off… You’re heavy and I can’t breathe.”
Pushing his weight up on a hand and arm, he reached between them to ensure the condom’s position as he pulled slowly, reluctantly from his lover’s body. Goku didn’t shiver as was his want; he seemed too exhausted, his motions slow and sluggish as he rolled away onto his side. The towel and condom were wrapped and tossed over the edge of the bed to be dealt with later. Instead, he laid down on his side and tugged the brunet around to face him. “Goku?”
A hand slapped his shoulder. “It was really intense, and I liked it, but don’t do that again.” Gold eyes stared at him, bliss and exhaustion equally at home. His hair was in even more disarray than usual, and his lips were bruised again from the rough kisses. “The way you prepared me… and the way you talked to me… and the way you fucked me… I wasn’t ready for it. It’s not the way we…”
The thought was left unfinished, and Gojyo smiled. “I won’t, not unless you say yes first.” The red head paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. “Was I really ignoring you that badly?”
“No. I just wanted more attention from you.” Sliding closer, Goku snuggled down against the taller man and sighed, sounding tired. “I’m hungry. And that took a lot out of me.”
A pang of consciousness stabbed the kappa, and he lifted his head to check the window. Rain was still trickling down the pane; they’d be here until it stopped. “It’s still raining. Do you want to go eat? Someone’s bound to have opened the kitchen by now.”
“Only if you clean us up. It’s your fault I’m so tired and hungry.”
“Okay… in a few minutes. Too bad they don’t have room service here.”
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TBC…
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Bahnona: Here you go! Thing’s have just been really busy at home. Real Life needs its attention, too. The muse is being pissy with the energy redirect, but things will be more normal soon enough. She just has no patience.
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