Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Teaching Goku ❯ Missing You ( Chapter 22 )
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By: Quirk 
A three-day wait and its results.
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.08.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
A three-day wait and its results.
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.08.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Missing You
Author: Quirk othe Trade
Category: fan fiction
Genre: yaoi, romance, angst, AUish
Disclaimer: I do not own Gensomaden Saiyuuki. That is the privilege of Minekura Sensei, those who published her work and so on and so forth. This is simply a lowly offering of a fan girl at the temple of Minekura.
Warnings: smut, yet less smutty than it could be. Don’t kill me for the end.
A/N: Anybody want to recommend any songs to listen to that personify or go with Goku and Gojyo? Thank you for all the reviews, y’all who are still reading. I’m sorry it’s so damned late. Shoo, go read.
Synopsis: A three-day wait and its results.
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Gojyo, shirtless, curled up tighter on his side and then relaxed into the futon. His crimson eyes opened just enough to look at Goku sprawled on his back beside him. Why did it have to take so damn long for the monkey to recover from having his limiter removed? In Gojyo’s opinion, it had simply been lifted off his forehead, and he had been the one to keep it from lifting any further so he should know. That sure as hell didn’t count, did it?
“Why the hell does it take you so long to wake up anyway, stupid monkey?” He muttered, and was rewarded with a soft snore. Heaving a sigh, he looked past the other’s profile to the open sliding door and the enwalled, over grown garden. Their current location was an abandoned hot springs resort high on a mountaintop, several miles from the scene of their last battle. It was the nearest shelter on the map, and they had lost more than half their supplies once again due to the youkai attack; eating at restaurants really was less troublesome. They had not really expected the abandoned part, though. A place to rest was what they needed, and that was what they got, minus service. There were canned goods stashed in the pantry, and some vegetables out in the vegetable patch, but that was about it. Goku wouldn’t be very happy with the lack of meat when he woke up.
The climbing plants had taken over a good chunk of the back wall, the red head noted absently as he stared. The few tiny blooms dotting the vines wilted under the heat of the sun. He hadn’t fully explored the garden yet; under normal circumstances, he would have gone off and left the monkey to sleep. However he had not been in a relationship like this before with Goku, and they hadn’t been in the middle of an argument.
Gojyo felt his eye twitch. An argument- that wasn’t quite it. Goku had been royally pissed with him.
Something moved, catching the kappa’s attention, and he glanced at his lover’s face to find his eyes sleepily opened. The gold eyes were unfocused and so dark they looked light brown.
”Goku?“ The brunet’s head turned to him, eyes still unfocused. ”You alright?“
One of his hard hands touched his scarred cheek and Gojyo found himself the recipient of an unexpected, hesitant kiss. The kiss was soft, almost as if making sure he was there, and totally chaste; a simple brush of lips.
(Did he forget about being pissed?)
A bit more awareness entered Goku’s eyes, and the kiss was repeated, this time with a good bit of tongue.
Gojyo closed his eyes and kissed back diligently. (Don’t care.)
A day and a half of arguing and deadly silence, a day and a half of comatose monkey- that was about three days without a kiss. Sex might be one thing, but the kisses stolen and given at any time were the one thing that tied them together. Gojyo could safely say he fucking MISSED their kisses.
The brunet pulled back, lips now slick, and leaned down to kiss Gojyo’s bare chest, tongue trailing down skin and circling a nipple that hardened against the touch. The kappa found his hands curling hungrily into Goku’s unruly hair, body suddenly on high alert from enforced denial. It felt so good, like cool water on a hot day. He was very aware of the only clothing between himself and Goku, that being his pants and his lover’s boxers. He wondered briefly if he should stop the proceedings, but quickly lost that train of thought- all thought, actually- when Goku’s lips slid down his abdomen in a hot trail.
Goku sat up out of the coverlet to pursue his ambitions, fabric falling around his hips as he leaned low. A hand pressed on Gojyo’s hip, urging him onto his back, and he went without protest. His lover left the cocoon of bed sheets completely to move even lower, making space for himself between the red haired kappa’s thighs as his tongue and mouth traced interesting patterns down low, just above the edge of his pants. Gojyo’s breath caught in his throat as his pants were opened, the head of his growing erection eagerly popping out to brush the underside of his lover’s jaw as if in greeting.
(Fuck- I’m going to go off half cocked, I want it so bad-)
Then Goku’s mouth descended over the inches peaking out his unzipped pants, and the cursing and the praising began to fall from the kappa’s mouth blindly. His tongue- Goku’s tongue- and then a hint of teeth- the suction that followed, and Goku’s mouth sliding lower, taking more and more hardened cock in-
Gojyo cursed when that mouth withdrew to the bulbous head, and leaned up enough in time to see it. His body jerked slightly at the sight of his lover’s mouth stretched around the tip of him, and he felt his balls tighten. Leaning further up, he buried a hand in that brunet hair and crooned approvingly when Goku’s head began to bob up and down, working his flesh in the most pleasurable way…
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His eyes snapped open, and he was staring at the ceiling. (Just a dream,) he thought, relieved yet disappointed, and glanced over at his lover’s profile. There was a trace of a grimace on Goku’s face. Well, that was different from his being too still- maybe he would wake up soon. However, in the mean time…
Touching the slight bulge pressing against his fly with light fingers, he sighed. Before lying down with Goku, he’d been in the bath, handling a harder version of his current problem. He had known that between Goku and himself there was a lot of sex, but he had never really realized how much or how often until they were suddenly NOT having sex. Nor had he realized that not doing it with Goku would make him really, really want it. It was pathetic how much he had jacked off since the brunet was knocked out. Right now, he wasn’t very hard, only a little- so maybe if he got up and did something, he might be able to avoid another solo session. ('Cause I'm tired of dating my hand...)
Rolling to his knees, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lover’s forehead before getting to his feet. His eyes fell on his shirt and he decided to leave it where it was. He was going to… what? Glancing at the closed door behind him, his gaze swung back to the open doors in front of him.
He would go explore the garden.
Stepping over Goku, he strode to the open doors and paused on the edge of the open hallway. Two of pairs of sandals sat on a large, flat rock. The fact that those sandals were there made him wonder about why the people who had been there had left in such a hurry. Clothing was still folded in the drawers upstairs, yukata draped over racks and luggage left unpacked on the floor. (Was it a youkai attack? Did everyone get out? There aren’t any bodies and we haven't found any blood spatter.) He stepped down into the larger pair on the left, working the thong into place between his toes as he looked around.
A courtesy glance was all the kappa had give the garden when they had arrived. The walls were intact and there were no youkai- Gojyo was officially okay with the place. Beyond what he had stared at lying on his side in bed, he just hadn’t been interested in seeing the rest of the place. Goku had been his entire focus. Now that it seemed like Goku was going to wake up, he could breathe easier. Patting his pockets to ensure he had at least his cigarettes and lighter, he clacked forward to look around.
The garden was larger than it looked, some of the plants stealing depth perception and concealing hidden nooks. Gojyo almost set foot in a tiny pool whose edges crept with moss-like stuff, and there was a flowering shrub that he couldn’t remember the name of, despite Hakkai telling him. Meandering, the main footpath paved with stone lead to a gate in the farthest wall made of wood and metal, and the hinges didn’t creak when he pulled it open. Past the gate, a path seemed to continue up the mountain. He stepped out onto the path, just under the shade of the trees. Gojyo just stood and stared up the path, squinting. (I… don’t think I want to, no.) Turning back, he stopped short.
It was a storeroom.... maybe? It might have been a one-room house, but he doubted it. The only real question was what was in it?
(Maybe something good? Or maybe it's a smokehouse?) The monkey and Hakkai would appreciate more food, even cured meat that would take a miracle to tenderize and make edible. Feeling a smug smile begin to curl his mouth, he strode forward and knocked on the door. “Excuse me! Anyone here?”
There was no answer and he pulled the sliding door open just enough to peer inside the space. A window in the far wall let in plenty of light to see by. It revealed a rolled up futon and a flat top chest the width and length of a chair seat under the window, and a television on top of a cabinet in front of the door on the other side. Pushing the door open, he rattled it shut behind him after he stepped in, kicking off the borrowed geta.
The TV interested him, drawing his attention like a moth to a flame. How long had it been since he’d last gotten to watch one? -The movies, the dumb comedies, over-the-top dramas, trash talking tabloids, and who could forget the beloved smut?
As he stepped in front of the television, he noticed a slender hole under it, a cavity built into the cabinet containing- a DVD player! (Holy shit, tell me there are movies! And something decent to watch! Please say yes…)
Kneeling down, he noticed a DVD case beside the player but ignored it. He pulled open the thin doors to find- porn. Oh, there was an occasional blockbuster, but most of it was glorious, smutty PORN! Gojyo finally lifted wine colored eyes to the ignored case while fighting a grin and felt a surge in his blood as he reached for it. "Number five- number five of ‘Michiko Chan Greets her New Neighbors’… the last one out was number four back when we left town! Shit, it’s not in the case."
Not finding a remote control, he hit the power button, then the eject button. His delight returned full force when Michiko Chan appeared on the DVD smiling at him and wearing nothing but a white tee knotted at one side with a big black number five across the fabric covering her generous breasts. He crooned gleefully at it. ”Oh, Michiko Chan, there you are! When did you shave it bare down there? I liked that little triangle, but this is nice, too. Here we go, the door’s closing! But I’ll see you in a minute- all of you!“
After turning on the TV and adjusting the volume while the screensaver ran, he took the two steps necessary to reach the rolled futon and jerked it forward for reclining purposes. He settled against it and got comfortable, then hit the play button.
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The movie was more than half way through when the door rattled open. Gojyo looked up from Michiko greeting the lecherous old man along with his pleased son and enthusiastic grandson all at once. (He looks okay.) “Yo.”
Goku glowered at him so hard that it was a full minute before he realized what was playing. Then the explosion came. “You’re watching a dirty movie?!”
"Calm down, now…" (He sounds okay.)
"YOU’RE WATCHING A DIRTY MOVIE!" Kicking off a pair of borrowed slides, the brunet advanced on him, eyes flashing gold. "You asshole!"
Gojyo grabbed the other man’s wrist as soon as he was within distance and jerked him down onto his own lap. The red head muffled the resulting squawk by shoving his tongue into his lover’s mouth and doing his best to kiss the daylights out of him. Large hands gripped slender hips and settled Goku against his clothed erection, bucking slightly against his ass. Small, hard hands were pulling on his hair much, much too hard again and it was the best sensation in the world as his lover arched against him. Finally their mouths softened and pulled away, and Gojyo was damned if he knew which of them uttered the protesting groan. Pulling Goku harder against his crotch, he ground up as he stared at him. His lover’s mouth was wet and soft looking, and his hips were rocking downward against the kappa's insistent, shallow thrusting. Gojyo rested his forehead against his lover's, staring into gold eyes. "Fuck, Goku, three days without you was just too damned long."
“Pervert kappa, that’s no excuse for THAT.”
“Hey, ‘Michiko Chan Greets her New Neighbors’ is top-notch. It has plot and everything- and this was the newest volume out.” His fingers were stroking up Goku’s spine under his shirt. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
Goku arched in his lap, eyes fluttering shut. “Stop that! I can’t yell at you when you’re doing that!”
"Good." Kissing the corner of his mouth, the kappa went on to trace a wet line across his lover’s bottom lip. "I’d rather have you yelling this way than the other."
Hands pulled his hair again as the brunet jerked repeatedly on his lap in response to being groped and unable to protest verbally due to the tongue invading his mouth. Then Goku was retaliating, was groping back, kissing back and fighting for dominance in the attack. Shoving back against the futon to knock it ajar, the red head turned and dropped Goku on the mattress and followed him down.
Hands were everywhere, mouths were everywhere; then clothing was suddenly gone and there was nothing under his hands but bare skin, bare Goku and- Gojyo was quite sure his brain stopped working.
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There was the strong scents of sex and semen in the tiny room, but Gojyo couldn’t be bothered to open a window or crack the door. The red head glanced down at the dark head resting against his chest, the slender body bonelessly sprawled over his own. He felt drained and content all at once, the kind of content that only came from a good, long rut. Looking back past the feelings and emotions, he realized he’d been a little too rough with Goku. But their hormones had started signaling at each other, and that was all she wrote.
He never did get around to turning off the TV and DVD player.
(Goku’s ass doesn’t quite fit in my hands.) Cupping a smooth cheek in each hand, he kneaded the muscles lightly as he contemplated its form. (Once he gets a little bigger, it will.)
His hands slid idly down cum-slicked thighs. ((-Thighs that had opened only for him, received only him, strong thighs and legs that pulled him closer each time-))
(Fuck, Gojyo, possessive much?)
((Fuck YOU,) replied the part of his brain that had been supplying the happy thoughts on Goku’s thighs. ((I LIKE knowing that, I LIKE seeing my loads smeared over his skin, I LIKE being the only cock up his-))
(Shut up, you noisy pervert. What am I, a rabbit?)
((Hah! Just barely smart enough to realize there’s a good piece of ass in front of you and not much else.))
(You fucking-)
"Umm… Gojyo? What is it?" Goku’s sleepy voice cut through the inner rant and gave the red head something else to focus on. "So noisy… What are you growling for, anyway?"
"Sorry. It’s almost dark, so it’s time to get up and going anyway." Contrary to his words, Gojyo’s hand ran soothingly over one of his hips. Goku shifted and froze. "Ow... what the hell?"
"Does it hurt?"
"I thought it wasn't supposed to hurt any more!"
"Rough sex will do that, especially as many times as we did it."
"Don't sound so smug! Ow! You bastard kappa!" Goku rolled onto his back and sat up, a hand rubbing at his lower back. He grimaced as he massaged lower. "And I'm all messy. Damn it, Gojyo, I bathed before I got here."
"You can bath again." The red head leered at his lover. "And you look good in white, so quite complaining. Or is that an invitation?"
Goku threw a shocked look over his shoulder. "How can you be so- perverted and horny after all that?!"
He snickered and sat up to drag Goku back onto his lap facing him. "I'm a 'pervert kappa'. Like I need any more reason than that?" His hands took over the massage, letting the brunet lean forward against his chest. After a moment the younger man began to squirm. "Gojyo, I ought to kick your ass... there's more coming out and it's gross and I'm going to be even more messy..."
Gojyo slid a finger down between the gold-eyed man's cheeks to encounter thick, wet ribbons slipping from the orifice. Making a comforting noise, he said, "I told you that you look good in white, ne? And this mess just makes me want to do you some more."
"What? It's gross. It's like that time you explained what 'rimming' means."
"I bet if I did it to you, you'd love it." He circled the ring of flesh with the pad of his finger as gently as he could. He could only remember using two fingers to stretch his lover.
"Shut up. I don't care if it feels good, the idea's gross. Even you were grossed out about it."
"Shut up, yourself. If I did do it, you'd be on your hands and knees begging me to rim you."
"Hey, don't slide your fingers in! I want a bath and I want to eat, not take it up the ass again!"
Gojyo's finger stopped more than knuckle deep inside, the muscles still loose. "Did you just say that phrase- 'take it up the ass'? Did those words come out between those lips, which are always telling me 'shut up' and 'don't say that'? TAKE IT UP THE ASS?"
"YES, I said it! Quite teasing me!"
Grumbling, he removed his longest finger and resumed rubbing Goku's lower back.
"Why do you act like that? Ever since we stopped using condoms…" It was low and muffled against the base of his throat but Gojyo heard it anyway. He was silent for a moment before he responded. "...There's something about seeing that stuff on your skin that really turns me on. Since it's- been on your legs, the urge to do it has been worse."
"What's up with that?"
Letting his lips ghost over the side of Goku's neck, Gojyo halted his hands on the other's hips. "Maybe it's instincts or something. Maybe somewhere in the back of my caveman brain you've become like a woman or something."
"I'M NOT A GIRL!" Pulling back, gold eyes glared up and Gojyo sighed. "Ultimate receiver?" There was a pinch to the red head's side. "Look, it just makes me all horny and possessive, all right? It means we fucked, it was great, and then when the proof goes dripping down your legs, it starts the whole thing off again. It makes me want to-"
"I get it, I get it!" Goku buried his face in his lover's throat. "Cheh, so embarrassing..."
"You're embarrassed? What about me, with a chimp for a bed mate?"
"A bed mate you can't seem to get enough of." Gojyo clicked his tongue, conceding the point.
"So, how do you feel? Does it still hurt?"
"It's nothing I can't live with. Isn't there a towel or something? Since this place is obviously set up for perverts."
"That was a dig at Michiko Chan, wasn't it?" A snicker tickled the base of the kappa's throat. He smacked the brunet on the ass in retaliation, more sound than sting. "Be nice to Michiko Chan and I'll go look."
"Michiko Chan's not giving it up to you any time soon so you better check the chest anyway." Slipping away from the red head, Goku grimaced as his sore backside came in contact with the floor and shifted on to his knees hurriedly.
Swallowing down a laugh, Gojyo rose and went to the only place to look, really- the small chest. There wasn’t a lock, and it opened silently when he lifted the lid. Fluffy white hand towels greeted him, and he took them out to look at what was underneath. “Shit…”
“What?”
“R 30;Let’s just say it’s not suitable for children.” Setting the towels back in, he pulled the one second from the top and dropped the lid back down. “There were towels inside, at least.”
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Gojyo sat on the wood walkway, long legs dangling, the sun low in the sky but not yet setting. Tapping out a cigarette, he lit up and inhaled, held the smoke in his lungs for a moment before exhaling. Most of the time he didn’t finish a cigarette, didn’t fully inhale and savor the flavor. More often than not he let it burn out- a bad habit of a bad habit. His hands felt idle otherwise, and he did suffer the occasional withdrawal pang.
Drawing the cigarette from his mouth, he reached for the green tea Hakkai had made after dinner. Goku had said he was taking another bath after dinner, Sanzo was presumably in a room enjoying peace and quiet and Hakkai, last he knew, was in the kitchen. He took a sip of tea and decided that for a moment, life was good, even if they were stuck in the middle of nowhere. He kept flashing back to the little room and Goku. It caused a half boner to continually tent his pants, but that was okay, too.
“Gojyo?” Hakkai’s footsteps padded down the hall toward him, and the man appeared with a tray set for tea. “There you are. The others haven’t come out yet?”
“No.” He took a drag on his cigarette. “Damned if I know where the shitty monk is at, and Goku’s probably still in the bath.”
The green-eyed man knelt down and set the tray between them. “I would have thought at least Goku would be out by now.”
Setting the cigarette in the ashtray, Gojyo took up his cup in both hands as Hakkai began preparing a fresh pot of tea. A hint of a breeze picked up, blowing into their space. The long strands at his left temple brushed his scarred cheek, and he remembered back to the first time Goku had kissed it, mouth moving carefully over the flesh. (Finally got my kisses. I wonder if he’s in a good enough mood for making out later. He was still pissy about being fucked sore.)
He sipped his tea, absently listening to the sounds of tea being poured while he contemplated a make out session with his lover. “Gojyo?”
“Hm?” Turning his head to look at Hakkai, he found the other man way too close, invading his personal space-
Hakkai’s mouth was warm.
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TBC…
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Author: Quirk othe Trade
Category: fan fiction
Genre: yaoi, romance, angst, AUish
Disclaimer: I do not own Gensomaden Saiyuuki. That is the privilege of Minekura Sensei, those who published her work and so on and so forth. This is simply a lowly offering of a fan girl at the temple of Minekura.
Warnings: smut, yet less smutty than it could be. Don’t kill me for the end.
A/N: Anybody want to recommend any songs to listen to that personify or go with Goku and Gojyo? Thank you for all the reviews, y’all who are still reading. I’m sorry it’s so damned late. Shoo, go read.
Synopsis: A three-day wait and its results.
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Gojyo, shirtless, curled up tighter on his side and then relaxed into the futon. His crimson eyes opened just enough to look at Goku sprawled on his back beside him. Why did it have to take so damn long for the monkey to recover from having his limiter removed? In Gojyo’s opinion, it had simply been lifted off his forehead, and he had been the one to keep it from lifting any further so he should know. That sure as hell didn’t count, did it?
“Why the hell does it take you so long to wake up anyway, stupid monkey?” He muttered, and was rewarded with a soft snore. Heaving a sigh, he looked past the other’s profile to the open sliding door and the enwalled, over grown garden. Their current location was an abandoned hot springs resort high on a mountaintop, several miles from the scene of their last battle. It was the nearest shelter on the map, and they had lost more than half their supplies once again due to the youkai attack; eating at restaurants really was less troublesome. They had not really expected the abandoned part, though. A place to rest was what they needed, and that was what they got, minus service. There were canned goods stashed in the pantry, and some vegetables out in the vegetable patch, but that was about it. Goku wouldn’t be very happy with the lack of meat when he woke up.
The climbing plants had taken over a good chunk of the back wall, the red head noted absently as he stared. The few tiny blooms dotting the vines wilted under the heat of the sun. He hadn’t fully explored the garden yet; under normal circumstances, he would have gone off and left the monkey to sleep. However he had not been in a relationship like this before with Goku, and they hadn’t been in the middle of an argument.
Gojyo felt his eye twitch. An argument- that wasn’t quite it. Goku had been royally pissed with him.
Something moved, catching the kappa’s attention, and he glanced at his lover’s face to find his eyes sleepily opened. The gold eyes were unfocused and so dark they looked light brown.
”Goku?“ The brunet’s head turned to him, eyes still unfocused. ”You alright?“
One of his hard hands touched his scarred cheek and Gojyo found himself the recipient of an unexpected, hesitant kiss. The kiss was soft, almost as if making sure he was there, and totally chaste; a simple brush of lips.
(Did he forget about being pissed?)
A bit more awareness entered Goku’s eyes, and the kiss was repeated, this time with a good bit of tongue.
Gojyo closed his eyes and kissed back diligently. (Don’t care.)
A day and a half of arguing and deadly silence, a day and a half of comatose monkey- that was about three days without a kiss. Sex might be one thing, but the kisses stolen and given at any time were the one thing that tied them together. Gojyo could safely say he fucking MISSED their kisses.
The brunet pulled back, lips now slick, and leaned down to kiss Gojyo’s bare chest, tongue trailing down skin and circling a nipple that hardened against the touch. The kappa found his hands curling hungrily into Goku’s unruly hair, body suddenly on high alert from enforced denial. It felt so good, like cool water on a hot day. He was very aware of the only clothing between himself and Goku, that being his pants and his lover’s boxers. He wondered briefly if he should stop the proceedings, but quickly lost that train of thought- all thought, actually- when Goku’s lips slid down his abdomen in a hot trail.
Goku sat up out of the coverlet to pursue his ambitions, fabric falling around his hips as he leaned low. A hand pressed on Gojyo’s hip, urging him onto his back, and he went without protest. His lover left the cocoon of bed sheets completely to move even lower, making space for himself between the red haired kappa’s thighs as his tongue and mouth traced interesting patterns down low, just above the edge of his pants. Gojyo’s breath caught in his throat as his pants were opened, the head of his growing erection eagerly popping out to brush the underside of his lover’s jaw as if in greeting.
(Fuck- I’m going to go off half cocked, I want it so bad-)
Then Goku’s mouth descended over the inches peaking out his unzipped pants, and the cursing and the praising began to fall from the kappa’s mouth blindly. His tongue- Goku’s tongue- and then a hint of teeth- the suction that followed, and Goku’s mouth sliding lower, taking more and more hardened cock in-
Gojyo cursed when that mouth withdrew to the bulbous head, and leaned up enough in time to see it. His body jerked slightly at the sight of his lover’s mouth stretched around the tip of him, and he felt his balls tighten. Leaning further up, he buried a hand in that brunet hair and crooned approvingly when Goku’s head began to bob up and down, working his flesh in the most pleasurable way…
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His eyes snapped open, and he was staring at the ceiling. (Just a dream,) he thought, relieved yet disappointed, and glanced over at his lover’s profile. There was a trace of a grimace on Goku’s face. Well, that was different from his being too still- maybe he would wake up soon. However, in the mean time…
Touching the slight bulge pressing against his fly with light fingers, he sighed. Before lying down with Goku, he’d been in the bath, handling a harder version of his current problem. He had known that between Goku and himself there was a lot of sex, but he had never really realized how much or how often until they were suddenly NOT having sex. Nor had he realized that not doing it with Goku would make him really, really want it. It was pathetic how much he had jacked off since the brunet was knocked out. Right now, he wasn’t very hard, only a little- so maybe if he got up and did something, he might be able to avoid another solo session. ('Cause I'm tired of dating my hand...)
Rolling to his knees, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lover’s forehead before getting to his feet. His eyes fell on his shirt and he decided to leave it where it was. He was going to… what? Glancing at the closed door behind him, his gaze swung back to the open doors in front of him.
He would go explore the garden.
Stepping over Goku, he strode to the open doors and paused on the edge of the open hallway. Two of pairs of sandals sat on a large, flat rock. The fact that those sandals were there made him wonder about why the people who had been there had left in such a hurry. Clothing was still folded in the drawers upstairs, yukata draped over racks and luggage left unpacked on the floor. (Was it a youkai attack? Did everyone get out? There aren’t any bodies and we haven't found any blood spatter.) He stepped down into the larger pair on the left, working the thong into place between his toes as he looked around.
A courtesy glance was all the kappa had give the garden when they had arrived. The walls were intact and there were no youkai- Gojyo was officially okay with the place. Beyond what he had stared at lying on his side in bed, he just hadn’t been interested in seeing the rest of the place. Goku had been his entire focus. Now that it seemed like Goku was going to wake up, he could breathe easier. Patting his pockets to ensure he had at least his cigarettes and lighter, he clacked forward to look around.
The garden was larger than it looked, some of the plants stealing depth perception and concealing hidden nooks. Gojyo almost set foot in a tiny pool whose edges crept with moss-like stuff, and there was a flowering shrub that he couldn’t remember the name of, despite Hakkai telling him. Meandering, the main footpath paved with stone lead to a gate in the farthest wall made of wood and metal, and the hinges didn’t creak when he pulled it open. Past the gate, a path seemed to continue up the mountain. He stepped out onto the path, just under the shade of the trees. Gojyo just stood and stared up the path, squinting. (I… don’t think I want to, no.) Turning back, he stopped short.
It was a storeroom.... maybe? It might have been a one-room house, but he doubted it. The only real question was what was in it?
(Maybe something good? Or maybe it's a smokehouse?) The monkey and Hakkai would appreciate more food, even cured meat that would take a miracle to tenderize and make edible. Feeling a smug smile begin to curl his mouth, he strode forward and knocked on the door. “Excuse me! Anyone here?”
There was no answer and he pulled the sliding door open just enough to peer inside the space. A window in the far wall let in plenty of light to see by. It revealed a rolled up futon and a flat top chest the width and length of a chair seat under the window, and a television on top of a cabinet in front of the door on the other side. Pushing the door open, he rattled it shut behind him after he stepped in, kicking off the borrowed geta.
The TV interested him, drawing his attention like a moth to a flame. How long had it been since he’d last gotten to watch one? -The movies, the dumb comedies, over-the-top dramas, trash talking tabloids, and who could forget the beloved smut?
As he stepped in front of the television, he noticed a slender hole under it, a cavity built into the cabinet containing- a DVD player! (Holy shit, tell me there are movies! And something decent to watch! Please say yes…)
Kneeling down, he noticed a DVD case beside the player but ignored it. He pulled open the thin doors to find- porn. Oh, there was an occasional blockbuster, but most of it was glorious, smutty PORN! Gojyo finally lifted wine colored eyes to the ignored case while fighting a grin and felt a surge in his blood as he reached for it. "Number five- number five of ‘Michiko Chan Greets her New Neighbors’… the last one out was number four back when we left town! Shit, it’s not in the case."
Not finding a remote control, he hit the power button, then the eject button. His delight returned full force when Michiko Chan appeared on the DVD smiling at him and wearing nothing but a white tee knotted at one side with a big black number five across the fabric covering her generous breasts. He crooned gleefully at it. ”Oh, Michiko Chan, there you are! When did you shave it bare down there? I liked that little triangle, but this is nice, too. Here we go, the door’s closing! But I’ll see you in a minute- all of you!“
After turning on the TV and adjusting the volume while the screensaver ran, he took the two steps necessary to reach the rolled futon and jerked it forward for reclining purposes. He settled against it and got comfortable, then hit the play button.
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The movie was more than half way through when the door rattled open. Gojyo looked up from Michiko greeting the lecherous old man along with his pleased son and enthusiastic grandson all at once. (He looks okay.) “Yo.”
Goku glowered at him so hard that it was a full minute before he realized what was playing. Then the explosion came. “You’re watching a dirty movie?!”
"Calm down, now…" (He sounds okay.)
"YOU’RE WATCHING A DIRTY MOVIE!" Kicking off a pair of borrowed slides, the brunet advanced on him, eyes flashing gold. "You asshole!"
Gojyo grabbed the other man’s wrist as soon as he was within distance and jerked him down onto his own lap. The red head muffled the resulting squawk by shoving his tongue into his lover’s mouth and doing his best to kiss the daylights out of him. Large hands gripped slender hips and settled Goku against his clothed erection, bucking slightly against his ass. Small, hard hands were pulling on his hair much, much too hard again and it was the best sensation in the world as his lover arched against him. Finally their mouths softened and pulled away, and Gojyo was damned if he knew which of them uttered the protesting groan. Pulling Goku harder against his crotch, he ground up as he stared at him. His lover’s mouth was wet and soft looking, and his hips were rocking downward against the kappa's insistent, shallow thrusting. Gojyo rested his forehead against his lover's, staring into gold eyes. "Fuck, Goku, three days without you was just too damned long."
“Pervert kappa, that’s no excuse for THAT.”
“Hey, ‘Michiko Chan Greets her New Neighbors’ is top-notch. It has plot and everything- and this was the newest volume out.” His fingers were stroking up Goku’s spine under his shirt. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
Goku arched in his lap, eyes fluttering shut. “Stop that! I can’t yell at you when you’re doing that!”
"Good." Kissing the corner of his mouth, the kappa went on to trace a wet line across his lover’s bottom lip. "I’d rather have you yelling this way than the other."
Hands pulled his hair again as the brunet jerked repeatedly on his lap in response to being groped and unable to protest verbally due to the tongue invading his mouth. Then Goku was retaliating, was groping back, kissing back and fighting for dominance in the attack. Shoving back against the futon to knock it ajar, the red head turned and dropped Goku on the mattress and followed him down.
Hands were everywhere, mouths were everywhere; then clothing was suddenly gone and there was nothing under his hands but bare skin, bare Goku and- Gojyo was quite sure his brain stopped working.
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There was the strong scents of sex and semen in the tiny room, but Gojyo couldn’t be bothered to open a window or crack the door. The red head glanced down at the dark head resting against his chest, the slender body bonelessly sprawled over his own. He felt drained and content all at once, the kind of content that only came from a good, long rut. Looking back past the feelings and emotions, he realized he’d been a little too rough with Goku. But their hormones had started signaling at each other, and that was all she wrote.
He never did get around to turning off the TV and DVD player.
(Goku’s ass doesn’t quite fit in my hands.) Cupping a smooth cheek in each hand, he kneaded the muscles lightly as he contemplated its form. (Once he gets a little bigger, it will.)
His hands slid idly down cum-slicked thighs. ((-Thighs that had opened only for him, received only him, strong thighs and legs that pulled him closer each time-))
(Fuck, Gojyo, possessive much?)
((Fuck YOU,) replied the part of his brain that had been supplying the happy thoughts on Goku’s thighs. ((I LIKE knowing that, I LIKE seeing my loads smeared over his skin, I LIKE being the only cock up his-))
(Shut up, you noisy pervert. What am I, a rabbit?)
((Hah! Just barely smart enough to realize there’s a good piece of ass in front of you and not much else.))
(You fucking-)
"Umm… Gojyo? What is it?" Goku’s sleepy voice cut through the inner rant and gave the red head something else to focus on. "So noisy… What are you growling for, anyway?"
"Sorry. It’s almost dark, so it’s time to get up and going anyway." Contrary to his words, Gojyo’s hand ran soothingly over one of his hips. Goku shifted and froze. "Ow... what the hell?"
"Does it hurt?"
"I thought it wasn't supposed to hurt any more!"
"Rough sex will do that, especially as many times as we did it."
"Don't sound so smug! Ow! You bastard kappa!" Goku rolled onto his back and sat up, a hand rubbing at his lower back. He grimaced as he massaged lower. "And I'm all messy. Damn it, Gojyo, I bathed before I got here."
"You can bath again." The red head leered at his lover. "And you look good in white, so quite complaining. Or is that an invitation?"
Goku threw a shocked look over his shoulder. "How can you be so- perverted and horny after all that?!"
He snickered and sat up to drag Goku back onto his lap facing him. "I'm a 'pervert kappa'. Like I need any more reason than that?" His hands took over the massage, letting the brunet lean forward against his chest. After a moment the younger man began to squirm. "Gojyo, I ought to kick your ass... there's more coming out and it's gross and I'm going to be even more messy..."
Gojyo slid a finger down between the gold-eyed man's cheeks to encounter thick, wet ribbons slipping from the orifice. Making a comforting noise, he said, "I told you that you look good in white, ne? And this mess just makes me want to do you some more."
"What? It's gross. It's like that time you explained what 'rimming' means."
"I bet if I did it to you, you'd love it." He circled the ring of flesh with the pad of his finger as gently as he could. He could only remember using two fingers to stretch his lover.
"Shut up. I don't care if it feels good, the idea's gross. Even you were grossed out about it."
"Shut up, yourself. If I did do it, you'd be on your hands and knees begging me to rim you."
"Hey, don't slide your fingers in! I want a bath and I want to eat, not take it up the ass again!"
Gojyo's finger stopped more than knuckle deep inside, the muscles still loose. "Did you just say that phrase- 'take it up the ass'? Did those words come out between those lips, which are always telling me 'shut up' and 'don't say that'? TAKE IT UP THE ASS?"
"YES, I said it! Quite teasing me!"
Grumbling, he removed his longest finger and resumed rubbing Goku's lower back.
"Why do you act like that? Ever since we stopped using condoms…" It was low and muffled against the base of his throat but Gojyo heard it anyway. He was silent for a moment before he responded. "...There's something about seeing that stuff on your skin that really turns me on. Since it's- been on your legs, the urge to do it has been worse."
"What's up with that?"
Letting his lips ghost over the side of Goku's neck, Gojyo halted his hands on the other's hips. "Maybe it's instincts or something. Maybe somewhere in the back of my caveman brain you've become like a woman or something."
"I'M NOT A GIRL!" Pulling back, gold eyes glared up and Gojyo sighed. "Ultimate receiver?" There was a pinch to the red head's side. "Look, it just makes me all horny and possessive, all right? It means we fucked, it was great, and then when the proof goes dripping down your legs, it starts the whole thing off again. It makes me want to-"
"I get it, I get it!" Goku buried his face in his lover's throat. "Cheh, so embarrassing..."
"You're embarrassed? What about me, with a chimp for a bed mate?"
"A bed mate you can't seem to get enough of." Gojyo clicked his tongue, conceding the point.
"So, how do you feel? Does it still hurt?"
"It's nothing I can't live with. Isn't there a towel or something? Since this place is obviously set up for perverts."
"That was a dig at Michiko Chan, wasn't it?" A snicker tickled the base of the kappa's throat. He smacked the brunet on the ass in retaliation, more sound than sting. "Be nice to Michiko Chan and I'll go look."
"Michiko Chan's not giving it up to you any time soon so you better check the chest anyway." Slipping away from the red head, Goku grimaced as his sore backside came in contact with the floor and shifted on to his knees hurriedly.
Swallowing down a laugh, Gojyo rose and went to the only place to look, really- the small chest. There wasn’t a lock, and it opened silently when he lifted the lid. Fluffy white hand towels greeted him, and he took them out to look at what was underneath. “Shit…”
“What?”
“R 30;Let’s just say it’s not suitable for children.” Setting the towels back in, he pulled the one second from the top and dropped the lid back down. “There were towels inside, at least.”
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Gojyo sat on the wood walkway, long legs dangling, the sun low in the sky but not yet setting. Tapping out a cigarette, he lit up and inhaled, held the smoke in his lungs for a moment before exhaling. Most of the time he didn’t finish a cigarette, didn’t fully inhale and savor the flavor. More often than not he let it burn out- a bad habit of a bad habit. His hands felt idle otherwise, and he did suffer the occasional withdrawal pang.
Drawing the cigarette from his mouth, he reached for the green tea Hakkai had made after dinner. Goku had said he was taking another bath after dinner, Sanzo was presumably in a room enjoying peace and quiet and Hakkai, last he knew, was in the kitchen. He took a sip of tea and decided that for a moment, life was good, even if they were stuck in the middle of nowhere. He kept flashing back to the little room and Goku. It caused a half boner to continually tent his pants, but that was okay, too.
“Gojyo?” Hakkai’s footsteps padded down the hall toward him, and the man appeared with a tray set for tea. “There you are. The others haven’t come out yet?”
“No.” He took a drag on his cigarette. “Damned if I know where the shitty monk is at, and Goku’s probably still in the bath.”
The green-eyed man knelt down and set the tray between them. “I would have thought at least Goku would be out by now.”
Setting the cigarette in the ashtray, Gojyo took up his cup in both hands as Hakkai began preparing a fresh pot of tea. A hint of a breeze picked up, blowing into their space. The long strands at his left temple brushed his scarred cheek, and he remembered back to the first time Goku had kissed it, mouth moving carefully over the flesh. (Finally got my kisses. I wonder if he’s in a good enough mood for making out later. He was still pissy about being fucked sore.)
He sipped his tea, absently listening to the sounds of tea being poured while he contemplated a make out session with his lover. “Gojyo?”
“Hm?” Turning his head to look at Hakkai, he found the other man way too close, invading his personal space-
Hakkai’s mouth was warm.
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TBC…
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