Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Teaching Goku ❯ Do We Change ( Chapter 21 )

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Title: Do We Change

Author: Quirk othe Trade

Category: fan fiction

Genre: yaoi, lemon, angst, romance

Rating: adult, 17 and up or mature minds



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Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights to Gensomaden Saiyuuki; it belongs to who it belongs to… which isn’t me. >sniff< This is merely a lowly, pale imitation made both in tribute and twisted reinterpretation, with much punishment from one pushy Muse. I am not worthy, and I heap all my praises and monies, such as they are, upon those who bring me more. Thank you, Minekura Sensei and Tokyo Pop.

Warnings: Language, lemon- sex. Yes, very much sex.

A/N: This is most definitely from everyone who reviewed and emailed. I’m terribly sorry about the wait. Hats off to y’all- I hope y’all enjoy.

Beta: Un betaed

Synopsis: The dirty trick revealed, along with a realization. Oh, and sex.
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The bands were good, Gojyo decided as he snagged his next beer from the waitress. He and Goku were up against one wall near the door. It was loud and energy crackled in the air, the mass of people packed into the cleared area of the middle of the room. That didn’t keep the rest of the space from being equally packed. The waitress had refused Goku his steamed buns unless they were at a table, which wasn’t going to happen any time soon. So he had settled for manjuu. The stick only served to remind the red head especially of previous activities, and to keep his mind off it, he was chugging them back whole heartly. Even though they had cleaned up, every once in a while an interesting whiff would reach him, and… damn it, it was hard to keep his hands to himself tonight…

Reaching over, he dragged Goku to him and leaned back against the wall, settling Goku against the front of his torso. One arm wrapped around his slim waist to pin him in place. Gold eyes stared up at his face the entire time, manjuu clenched between his fingers. “What?”

“Nothing.” Tilting his head back, he drank the rest of his can down. “Nice band.”

“It’s kind of loud.”

“It’s supposed to be. You’re loud, too.”

He was scowled at, and he grinned. “Having fun?”

The scowl disappeared. “Yeah!”

“Good to know.” The current band switched off with the next, and the air of the room changed, became something smoky and sexy. (Shit. I already want to march him back to the room…) “Hey, I’m gonna go get another beer. You want a drink?”

“Water.” Stretching up on tiptoe to speak in his ear, Goku’s warm breath wafted teasingly. Gojyo bit back a moan and half slid, half stumbled from behind the younger man.

Beating a hasty path through the crowd to the bar, he ordered a bottle of beer and a bottled water. The woman next to him flirted with him, and he flirted back as he waited. Goku wasn’t there to see, and it was only flirting, for crying out loud.

He still felt guilty.

Making his way back, he resolved to follow his instincts and drag Goku back to the room. It would be better for his sanity. It would be better for the big man. And they could always order room service. Yeah.

The sight of Yaone talking to Goku stopped him cold in his tracks, and the pleasant if slight buzz was gone in an instant. Yaone meant his brother, which came around to Kougaji and his little sister. Shi~it, did that mean Sanzo and Hakkai-?

The red head elbowed and pushed his way through the crowd, feeling the hair at his nape raise in alarm.

“-join us? If it’s not too much trouble for all of you.”

“What are you doing here, Yaone San?” His voice came out a rough growl as he stepped up, and the other two jumped. “If it’s the scripture you’re after, Sanzo’s in a real pissy mood tonight and I don’t think it’d be a good time right now.”

“Ah, no, we’re not after the scripture, not tonight at least. We’re here for the festival. Would you like to join us? We’re at a table over there.”

“No-”

“Yes!”
“What?! Goku!”

“Then we can order meat buns!”

“That’s fraternizing with the enemy!”

“It’s just Yaone San and Doukoukakuji! It‘s BUNS- don‘t be so stingy, you bastard!”

“You’re only thinking with your stomach! And we ate just four hours ago! What kind of mileage do you get with the mountain of food you eat?!”

Yaone laughed at them, one hand slapping across her mouth to stifle it. “S-sorry. Where is Hakkai Dono and Sanzo Sama? They’re welcome to join us.”

“They’re in their room. Like I said, Sanzo’s in a bad mood, so it’s not a good idea to bug him tonight.” Running a hand through his hair, Gojyo finally remembered to hand the water to Goku.

“Steamed buns, steamed buns-”

“Fine already!”
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“…What’s wrong? You’re being too quiet.” As much as he had drank, Gojyo felt alarmingly sober as he sauntered down the hall, following Goku. His eyes kept fixating on the seat of Goku’s jeans, and only the gold eyed youth’s silence kept him from wrapping an arm around his shoulders and hurrying back to the room.

“Nothing. What are you doing back there? Hurry up!” Grumbling, Goku halted and looked back at him, arms loose at his sides. “You’ve got the key.”

A crimson brow rose at that reminder, and Gojyo hastened forward, fumbling his pockets to locate said key.

“Hey. Your brother really loves you, you know? Our room’s over here.”

Hand closing over the piece of shaped metal in a hip pocket, the taller man paused in mid-step and looked back the way he came, a flash of déjà vu hitting him. Or maybe he HAD drank that much? The brunet was waiting patiently where he had stopped, one hand rubbing the back of his head.

“…Ah.”

“You drank too much tonight.” The tone was half accusing, half chiding.

He came back and unlocked the door. “You ate too much.”

Goku shoved him in ahead of himself, shut the door with a click and locked it. The look in his eyes was thoughtful as he looked up at him. The kappa frowned and said, “If Sanzo finds out who we were talking to tonight, he’ll beat us with that damned fan.”

The brunet stepped up, leaned up on tip-toe, encircled his arms around his neck and kissed him. Gojyo hummed happily and wrapped long arms around his waist, hauling his lover closer. When Goku pulled away, he was disappointed but laughed when the brunet made a face at him. “You definitely drank too much.”

“I’m nowhere near drunk, monkey.” Slender fingers curled in the ends of his long, wine colored hair as he dropped a kiss on the other’s nose. Stepping carefully over to the bed, he swung them around and sat on the edge of the mattress. “It was cool, though, seeing Doukoukakuji like that.”

The gold eyed brunet rearranged himself on Gojyo’s lap, shifting around interestingly. It made him want to touch him, smooth his hands up under his shirt, slip fingers down low under his waistband. “I wanted more steamed buns.”

“Can’t you forget about your stomach for a little while?” He settled for resting his hands lightly on the other’s hips and was caught by surprise when Goku kissed him again. Yanking him closer, Gojyo finally did grope him, mouth moving hungrily as he took over the kiss. The next few minutes were very happy indeed as he was groped back, his lover arching against him. “Want you…”

“…Pervert kappa.” It was whispered almost too low, accompanied by a series of writhing jerks as fingers traced a sensitive spine up under clothing. “If you want it so bad, go get the stuff.”

“Because then I’ll have to let go. Whoa!” Shoved back suddenly and harshly enough bounce the bed springs, he suddenly went mindless as Goku shifted higher over his hips and ground down, groin against groin, sending pleasure curling deliciously through his body. By the time he got a grip and forced himself down to reality, the room was ten times hotter than it had been before and Gojyo could feel tendrils of hair sticking to his face. Goku was snickering into the side of his neck, still firmly astride his lap. “Damned monkey, what the hell?”

“Nothing.”

“What?”
“It’s nothing.”

“Damn it, what!?”

“Nothing!”

Growling, the red haired kappa surged up and rolled them, making sure to keep his position between Goku’s legs as he planted his hands on the bed at the younger man‘s shoulders. Startled gold eyes looked up at him as he half smirked, half leered down at him. Then they went wide when he rolled his hips into the narrow cradle of his thighs, and wider still when he did it again. Goku’s body arched beneath him instinctively, thighs parting and knees pulling up to settle against Gojyo’s sides. His smirk/leer faded as he felt those knees press against his sides, saw his lover’s face soften and grow heavy lidded. It was slow, hot and intense all of a sudden as they stared at one another, bodies rocking together familiarly. Goku’s hands curled around his wrists as they arched together, breath coming heavier and heavier. Their locked stare couldn’t be broken for anything in the world at that moment, reading each other’s mounting arousal. The only thing that finally broke it was a kiss that they both saw coming from a mile away. It was searing and vaguely desperate, wanting and pleading all at once.

“We… should… stop…” Gojyo sure as hell didn’t as he ground his hips down hard. “Or we’ll… come just like this…”

His only answer was a moan, which didn’t help one bit. Neither did the ankles locking together at the small of his back. Gojyo grit his teeth and stopped moving his hips. There was a whine that did all sorts of things to his insides, but he pulled back further and took a deep breath. “Turn me loose, Goku.”

The legs wrapped around him tightened, then slowly unlocked and unwound. Goku had an arm thrown over his eyes as he panted. Pulling away from his lover had never been harder and the only reason he could do it was the fact that once he got what they needed, they would go a lot further than dry humping. The red head rubbed his eyes and slid to the floor on his knees to rummage through his bag for lubricant and… and… what the hell?

“Goku? Have you been in my shit? All the condoms are gone.”

“What?” Beside him, Goku sat up on the bed, looking hot and bothered. “I was only in your stuff that one time and for sure I haven’t done anything with the… with those. Maybe we ran out?”

“No, we didn’t run out. Like I wouldn‘t keep up with that? Besides, the extra box of your size is gone, too, and it wasn’t even opened.” There was only so much room in his bag, and only so many pieces of clothing for them to hide in. The two extra bottles of lube were there, tops still wrapped in safety plastic, but all their condoms were gone. Growling in frustration, he started going through his pockets. Even the ones in his jacket was gone.
“Fuck! All the rubbers are gone.”

“What about the lube?”

“The lube’s fine.” His cock throbbed insistently through his pants, putting an edge to everything.

“Then let’s do it all ready.” Goku’s tone was just as needy and frustrated as his own. It was a somewhat comforting thought.

“Idiot, what have I taught you? Never go bare. There are diseases and shit, and it smoothes the way inside for both of us.”

“It can’t possibly hurt more than the first time with one, and you’re the only one I have sex with.”

“Well, you’re not the only one I’ve slept with.” (Shit, I shouldn’t have said that, should I?) He could feel hard gold eyes glaring at him as a hand lifted to shove through his hair. “Sorry, never mind, man. I’m clean, so no worries- but that’s because I’ve always used condoms. I don’t want to do it without them with you. It will probably hurt otherwise.”

“Gojyo~”

“Don’t whine at me, it isn’t going to work.”

All of a sudden there was a monkey clinging to his back. His breath was hot against Gojyo‘s ear. “We can do it without condoms as long as we have lube, so let’s do it.”

“No.” Shoving his stuff back into his bag without a semblance of order, the red head did his best to ignore everything else. “It’ll hurt you, I said. We can do something else-”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Feeling his eyes go wide, the kappa froze. (Did he say that without me making him? Did he say that without stuttering? Did he- did he- shit!) Soft, moist breath tickled the skin of his ear as Goku spoke again, adjusting his hold on the other’s neck. “I want you to fuck me the way you always do.”

A whimper tried to worm its way out of Gojyo’s throat, only it couldn’t. His throat had locked down in shock as he tried to function on less than all cylinders. (He did- he did and then he said that, and that has to be the hottest thing he’s said on purpose- Fuck, no condoms!) “We- we can do something else-”

Hips rubbed against his back, making him aware of Goku’s erection, and he could really, really sympathize, because he was just as hard. The arms around his throat tightened. “Ne, Gojyo, it hurt earlier after you grabbed me in Jeep. Take some responsibility, why don’t you?”

(Fuck…) “What’s with the dirty language? Usually I have to drag it out of you…”

“What the hell do you think, you pervert kappa? I want you.”
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Turning his head finally, he looked at the younger man. Goku’s face was a deep scarlet, embarrassed and flustered all at once. It had cost him to say those things that didn’t normally come out of his mouth. Sighing, Gojyo looked at him hard. “It’s almost guaranteed that it’ll hurt. You might walk funny for a day or two. You really want that?”

“I don’t care, I want you. Don‘t be stingy, Gojyo.”

It went against all his self imposed rules about anal sex. It went against his rules about sex in general. It definitely went against his rules about Goku.

It was Goku leaning forward and kissing the side of his mouth gently that had him reaching for his lover. He dragged him half across his lap to kiss him properly, slowly, and just as gently. It was an apology in advance, because the red head had no idea how badly or not it would hurt. “Can you take your clothes off?”

“Yeah.” The gold eyed man pulled away and stood. Gojyo reached for the unopened tube of lubricant sticking out of his shoved-in clothing and tore the safety plastic from the top. Standing up, he set the tube on the chest of drawers beside the towels, left there by whatever room service there was. He kicked off his boots and stripped his own clothes off feeling as though he was watching himself from a distance. Hot fingers trailed over his shoulders and back as his pants pooled around his ankles. Open-mouth kisses fluttered over his skin, following the fingers. A sound of enjoyment hummed in his throat as he turned and gathered that short, slender form in his arms, their hands caressing lightly.

The flush was still present and spreading, crawling down Goku’s throat but it had to be arousal, because there wasn’t any traces of the previous embarrassment. (He likes sex but gets flustered talking about it. What a brat he is…)

On the dresser, the lube seemed to loom at him from the corner of his eye, and he looked at it. In doing so, he noted something: the dresser, heavy and broad of top, was about even with his hips. An image of them having sex on it filled his head, complete with a soundtrack of Goku’s erotic moans and sounds. (But we’re not using a condom- and the angle’s all different, and-)

In his head, Goku’s moans became louder and breathy and utterly arousing, the way they did sometimes when Gojyo was fucking him hard and deep. His cock throbbed painfully in response- the big man really loved those particular sounds. (What, I’m arguing with both my brain and my dick? Shit…)

Grabbing all but one of the towels from the surface, he dumped them on the bed. Then he swung Goku up on top of the one still left, earning a squawk of protest and a bit of flailing. “What are you doing?”

“We’re doing it here.” Nudging his lover’s knees apart, he stepped in close and kissed him, hands rubbing smooth thighs soothingly. “Scoot back some.”

“Kiss me more.” Goku’s hands settled on his waist and hips, kneading and massaging.

He obliged him, leaving the gentleness behind as his tongue snaked into his mouth. It was a rough kiss, a deep, lustful kiss to remind Goku what they were going to do. The kappa made damned sure they were both breathless when they fell back. “Scoot back… and pull your legs up.”

“M…move back some. You’re in the way.”

“No, I’m not. I’m in between your legs. That’s where we both want me to be, ne?” Leering, Gojyo planted his hands on the wooden surface and leaned in close to whisper in the other’s ear, using their awareness of each other to his advantage. “Because I make you feel really good when you spread your legs, ne, pretty baby?”

A fresh wave of color surged through the brunet’s face as he swallowed hard. Gojyo could feel the heat, being so close. Leaning in closer, he traced the shell of Goku’s ear with his tongue as he waited. There was a hitch in the other’s breathing, then slowly, Goku scooted back and drew his knees up, leaning back as he planted his heels on the dresser’s edge.

Gojyo picked up the lube and tried not to let the sudden urge to stare overtake everything. Instead he set about the usual preparations feeling as though he shouldn’t blink, because he just might miss something. As his slicked fingers brushed the ring of muscles, a finger caressing gently before worming inside, he was aware of the rapid rise and fall of Goku’s chest and the way the muscles tensed slightly. The red head took his time with the task of stretching and adding extra gel. The condom normally provided a shield for the both of them, making things smoother, easier. That wouldn’t be happening this time. There would only be- be- The temperature in the room suddenly soared, and Gojyo wondered just how it was possible for him to be any harder than he had been before. It shouldn’t matter that they would be doing it without- oh, fuck, it did matter, didn’t it? It sure as hell did.

Crimson eyes slid reluctantly from the task at hand, up between the parted thighs and slowly took in the tightly drawn sac, the rosy erection with the dewy beading at its tip. His eyes wandered past the dark curls, the dip of the navel, up past the deceptively slender chest to his lover’s face. The gold eyes were closed, head and shoulders pressed back against the wall as he shook and shivered ever so faintly. Lips parted only to press closed tightly. It invoked strange feelings in the red head that he didn’t examine too closely, simply let them roll around in his chest as he added a final dab of lube to the order of things.

Goku’s eyes opened as he withdrew his fingers, and he watched attentively as the older man poured more lubricant into the palm of his hand. Gojyo made a show of it as best he could as he fisted his erection and smoothed his hand down, but he was too hard to do it for long. Flipping the tube closed and reaching for an extra towel, he wiped his hands clean. A soft sigh drew his attention back to his lover, and he cupped his jaw in his hands before kissing him softly. He wanted to say something to the brunet but didn’t know what, because there wasn’t any way for him to describe what he was feeling. They were as ready as they were going to get, prep work finished and Goku’s arms braced against the dresser, his shoulders against the wall. Anything said at this point… didn’t matter.

Hands dropping, he settled for guiding his erection to the mark. This… this was where it was best to let his body speak.

One of Goku’s legs lifted, hooking at his hip and urging him forward as he pressed in. Goku… his body arched slightly to encourage his entrance, and encouragement was not what the kappa needed. His lover, made slick and ready, was hot on the inside, so hot as he eased in that it made him ache uncomfortably. It was hot and tight and there was way more friction than before, and all he wanted was to shove into it-

Goku whimpered.

Freezing, Gojyo’s eyes flipped automatically to his face. “Did it hurt? You okay?”

“…More, deeper… Gojyo…” Hips wiggling, he arched slightly. “It doesn’t hurt. It’s not going to hurt. Fuck me like you always do.”

Gojyo dropped his forehead against the wall above Goku’s shoulder with a groan. “Don’t say stuff like that right now. That makes me want to just go at it, and I’m trying to go slow.”

“Don’t go slow.”

Hips pushing forward again, he tried to ignore the command and concentrated on what he was feeling, his brunet lover‘s scent drifting pleasantly in his nostrils. He tried to ignore the way Goku’s other leg finally wrapped around him, urging him forward. It was just… “You’re so hot inside, and… so tight… do you have any idea how good it feels, pretty baby?”

Goku made a soft sound, and Gojyo turned his head further into the crook of his neck to press open-mouthed kisses against the skin there. His lover squirmed beneath him, he slid in deeper much faster than he wanted to and suddenly he was fully seated inside that wonderful body, its smooth softness pressed against the coarseness of his short, dark curls and the bulge of his sac. (Fuck, I’m balls deep- didn’t mean to go so far-)

There was a shuddering breath. “Finally. Feels good, Gojyo…”

(Oh, damn, his voice is all soft and light-) An unintelligent sound came out of his mouth as his brain fried on that delightful sound. His hips pulled back slowly, and the increased friction made the move a shallow one as he thrust back in. Goku’s soft cry filled his ears as a arm was wrapped around his neck, slightly trembling.

He did it again. Goku cried out again.

(Oh, fuck, yes.) Gojyo stuck with the dizzying shallow movements, Goku’s hot breath dancing over the skin of his shoulder. The brunet’s body jerked like it wanted to move, to meet the penetrating thrusts but there wasn’t enough room for that on the dresser top. Except for small movements, all his younger lover could do was receive. It spoke to some deep, gut level feeling that fed into his more demanding, dominant traits.

“Feels good, pretty baby?” He whispered it against his ear.

“Feels good… more, Gojyo, I want more…” The words vibrated against the skin of his shoulder, and Goku’s ankles locked together at the small of Gojyo’s back. In response, the red haired kappa pulled back further, the head of his cock just inside, and thrust in and up with a slight grind. Goku bucked underneath him with a sound that was a cross between a whimper and moan, so he did it again, leaning his head against the other’s temple and breathing in the green, loamy scent of earth that indicated Goku. He was vaguely aware of the sounds coming out of his own mouth, only some of them words, and with a slight shock he heard himself say it, that endearment Goku had told him about. But, it didn’t feel wrong, not at all, ‘pretty baby’ slipping out of his mouth as naturally as one pleased, and he decided he didn’t care if he called Goku that. No one else had access to Goku like he did, and they sure as hell didn’t hear the cute, mind blowing sounds that spilled out of the brunet’s mouth or see the way his expression changed when the kappa touched him, entered him- the way his body shivered just so…

Goku’s body suddenly tightened around his, his name a broken chant. He took in another breath of green earth and felt his orgasm crash into him like a tsunami, and green earth was the first thing he recognized as he recovered from one of the hardest orgasms he’d had since discovering sex. His breath was still ragged, his heart thumping savagely in his chest, and damned if he didn’t feel light as a feather. His hips were still moving, though sluggishly, the muscles still taunt and shivering around his cock. Pleasure was still scattered along his skin and as he turned his head slowly to look at his lover’s face, he could feel it along the other’s body, too. Those gold eyes were slitted behind their heavy lids, and those lovely lips were parted as he panted. Gojyo kissed that mouth reverently and was thrilled when it responded equally. They stopped to breath properly, and he leaned his forehead against his, the gold diadem hot against his skin.

When the brunet’s arm tightened slightly around his neck, he pulled back a little and hummed a questioning sound.

“You’re still hard.”

Pausing to mentally take stock of his body, he realized Goku was right. But despite the wetness splattered across their skin, there was something familiar pressing against his belly. “So are you.”

Eyes met. Gojyo pulled his hips back somewhat and thrust in experimentally. The precious body under his shivered and clutched around him. A second thrust brought more trembling, and the third a sigh. A fourth resulted in limbs tightening around him. “On the bed, Gojyo…”

Carefully, he slid hands under Goku’s hips. The brunet didn’t release his grip as he was lifted, still impaled, and carried to the bed. It was awkward, getting them both horizontal without either of them letting go, but they managed. Then Goku brushed his mouth against the kappa’s collarbone, and Gojyo began again.

Goku, able to move freely, did just that, moving with him and arching to meet his thrusts. The sensations were building on the shivers of their previous climax and growing, echoing inside their skin. The brunet’s insides were wet instead of just slick, and Gojyo closed his eyes and buried his head against his lover’s shoulder. The sent of green loam and sex drifted in his nostrils as he panted, and the thrill of sex was so much stronger than it had been before… sex? Was this really just sex anymore?

Goku tensed and began to shudder, head thrown back, increasingly louder cries issuing forth from his throat. The red head sped up franticly, suddenly needing to hit that high himself with the muscles tightening around his flesh. His climax welled up out of him for a second time, almost painfully, and it was enough to make everything fade away.

When he drifted into awareness again, Gojyo was sprawled where he had fallen, onto Goku, with his now-flaccid cock still inside his lover. The brunet’s legs were loosely wrapped around his own legs, and both hands were firmly lodged in the long strands of his hair. Soft lips were brushing against his scarred cheek, against his jaw and neck. Turning his head, he caught those lips briefly with his own. Fingers tightened in his hair but he didn’t mind. They laid there, drifting in the afterglow of some of the best not-just-sex they’d had yet, trading occasional lazy kisses.

The kappa found the expression on Goku’s face really damned satisfying in and of itself. Beneath his heavy eyelids, his gold eyes still held slitted pupils, and the lips pressing against his neck were swollen and bruised. The nickname he’d unintentionally given Goku really suited him at this moment. And, now that he knew that he really did call Goku ‘pretty baby’, there was no way in hell he was going to admit to it- just to keep things interesting.

“…Gojyo? Are you tired?”

“Mm.”

“Let’s go clean up before we fall asleep.”

“…No.”

Goku’s head moved back so that he could peer at him. “But we’re all sticky. And if we don’t, we’ll stink and stick and everything.”

“…Don‘t care. Besides, I’m damned comfortable right here.”

“I’m not your pillow! And- and I can feel where you came inside me, and when you pull out I’m going to be really messy.”

A vision of possessive white dripping down Goku’s thighs in long strands popped into Gojyo’s head.

“Hey- did you- you just- inside me- Gojyo~o…” The red haired kappa’s name was drawn out in a confused, complaining tone. It made his cock twitch again.

“I can’t help it. I like the idea of making you all messy like that.”

Goku’s face burned bright red and then his eyes scrunched shut.

“Your eyes being shut doesn’t change anything.” Rolling them over in the bed, he pulled out smoothly as he landed on his back. He ignored the gasp and the limbs clutching at his body and settled back on the coverlet of the bed. “How do you feel? Do you hurt?”

“I’m fine!”

Gojyo stared thoughtfully at Goku, then slid a hand over his backside, down the crease and against the delicate tissue. He was rewarded with a flinch as he circled one finger with minimum pressure around the stretched muscles. “I could say I wanted to be more gentle, but I don’t regret it at all. You’ll just have to live with me being a pervert.”

“Move your hand.” He groped him and was rewarded for his efforts with a smack. “Not like that!”

“Lay down and go to sleep, pretty baby.” Removing his hand to somewhat safer territory, Gojyo allowed some of those not-just-sex feelings to cradle Goku against him, eyes closing in satisfaction.

“I want to have sex in the morning even if I am a little sore. I want to have sex with you as much as possible.”

Crimson eyes popped open again at the soft mumble.

“I want to be as close as possible to you. I want to be inside you, or have you inside me, where I can feel you. So I can feel you that close. Maybe that doesn’t make any sense, but it’s true.” Goku’s head was pillowed on his chest, breath whispering across his skin. “That’s why I want to have sex with you as much as possible. It feels good, and it makes me feel warm inside. And- I don’t want us to use condoms any more. I don’t want anything between us when we’re doing it. It felt really, really good with just you and me.”

The big man was trying his damnedest to stand up, Gojyo noted absently. His lover talking about having sex with him, lots and lots of sex, was bound to have that effect. It would have worked, too, if he hadn’t just had one of the best times of his life squared. He’d gladly give the brunet as much sex as he wanted, and he told him so. “Except for one thing. I’m buying more condoms before we leave.”

“I don’t want more condoms.”

“I do.”

“It feel way better without one.”

“I also want you to be able to sit.”

“You can’t say you didn’t like it.” Goku’s voice was getting sleepy but still contained a thread of argumentive stubbornness.

“I liked it. But I want to be able to do it with you as often as we can, which we can’t if you’re hurting.”

“If it’s you, I don’t care.”

(What? What does that mean?) Something tepid touched the skin of his hip. Reaching down, he smeared it and realized it was his own bodily fluids from where Goku was sprawled against him. Settling his touch on his lover’s thigh, he trailed up slowly, rubbing the traces of wetness into the skin of the other’s thighs and buttocks. It earned him an approving almost-purr. “I care. I’m not going to let you get hurt like that. Now go to sleep, Goku.”

There was no answer, and he let it go, fingers smoothing idly over soft skin. Eyes drifting closed, Gojyo’s thoughts tumbled around with their actions and words. One thing stood out with increasing clarity: he wasn’t the only one to realize that they were having not-just-sex. Whatever they were doing, it wasn’t just sex or fucking. Something was different, had changed; had they themselves changed?
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TBC…
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