Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Teaching Goku ❯ Precious Hearts ( Chapter 25 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Precious Hearts


Author: Quirk othe Trade


Genre: Fan fiction


Rating: 17 and up, M for mature


Disclaimer: I don’t own anything at all pertaining to ‘Saiyuki’ in any of its incarnations, nor its characters. This is a lowly fan-work; please don’t sue.


A/N: Damn it, this one took forever. Songs listened to include the usual, plus ‘Your Love is my Drug’, ‘Take it Off’ and ‘Animal’ by Kesha, ‘Another World’ from the Chrono Cross 2 video game, ‘Dearly Beloved’ from the Kingdom Hearts video game, ‘I’m sorry’ by Buck Cherry, ‘Boom Boom Boom’ by Venga Boys, ‘Crawling’ by Linkin Park, and ‘Voices in the Dark’ by Enigma. Please don’t kill me for the bit at the end.


Summery: Hakkai and Kannon butting in, sex

Beta: un-betaed

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"He was saying 'I love you', not 'I missed you'. You know?" Hakkai's words, low and knowing, were unexpected, there in an old town square crowded with mostly vacant tiny tables, makeshift chairs and burn barrels between food stalls and food carts.

It was late afternoon and the shadows were growing long in the not-quite-a-city. He and his friend were seated, leaning back against a wall, the remains of a late lunch/early dinner before them and to the side, and overflowing a few trash bins, waiting for a fire to be kindled in any of the metal burn barrels standing around. The monk was a table or two over, pretending he didn't know them as he read his damned paper. Goku was chasing Hakuryu back and forth through the maze of tables and chairs, who wound above his head just out of reach, much to the delight of several small children who were racing after the pair.

Gojyo felt his pulse quicken as he watched Goku leap high after the dragon, unconscious grace in motion as he could be sometimes. (Love? Haven't we hashed this out already?) "We already went through this. You're thinking too much into it."

"Am I? Think about it, Gojyo. He's not even aware of it himself; otherwise he wouldn't have been saying 'I missed you'. He would have just said it. Also, don't you think you've become rather enamored of him, too?"

Well. It made the red head shut up momentarily. As he watched, Hakuryu turned in a tight circle and flew straight to Goku, who caught him. The smile on his face made the bottom of Gojyo's stomach fall out, while at the same time a frizzle of arousal made him twitch in his pants.

"Hearts are precious, Gojyo. Please do your best."
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Gojyo was speaking of cigarettes when Goku leaned down and kissed him. Sitting on the bed in the latest of rented rooms, he was actually a smidgen shorter than the brunet, and an easy target. Goku pulled back a little and smiled before sliding down onto his lap. Strong, slender arms wrapped around his neck and slender fingers slid into his hair as the gold eyed man initiated a kiss again. Gentle and sweet progressed to hot and heavy with little effort. They soon were kissing deeply, Goku with a hand tight in the long hair at the nape of the kappa's neck. Gojyo didn't mind his lover's hair-pulling.

His own large hands wrapped around Goku’s waist then slid down, groping Goku’s backside through the heavy fabric of his pants. He pulled them closer together. Anticipation goaded them both on, greedy senses already drowning in each other, in touch, scent, taste, sound. Goku bucked when one long fingered hand trailed up his spine, drawing a grunt. The kappa nipped the other's bottom lip before pulling away and resting his forehead against his lover's.


"Not to break this up or anything, but we're supposed to be going down to eat soon," Gojyo said, playing his fingertips along the length of sensitive spine and drinking in the soft sounds he was extracting.


Goku's fingers dug into his scalp painfully as the gold eyed man arched from his touch. "I want to do it with you. Now."


"...You want sex before food?" The red head couldn't keep the disbelief out of his voice. "You never want sex before food."


"I want you before food."


(Fuck.) The top of his head came off hearing that, he could almost swear it. Rising abruptly, Gojyo turned with his armful of monkey and dropped him on the bed. He followed after, taking his place between Goku's legs and bearing the brunet down into the bed with his body weight as he hushed the squawks with his mouth. A fire was burning down low in his body, flaring hot, licking out along his skin and it was all because of the things Goku said, and for Goku to want him before even food...


Sitting up on his knees, he pulled his tank top over his head. Then he pulled the lube from his pants pocket- a full new bottle- and tossed it on the bed beside them. Goku's eyes followed the arch of its fall with lidded eyes, bright with an inner glow, and then looked at the red head as he bent to the task of opening the brunet's pants.


Gojyo unbuttoned and unzipped, took hold of the waist band and tugged. He got the fabric down to the other's hips before his own presence between his legs halted him. Growling at Goku's laughter aimed at him, he grasped one ankle and ducked down, swinging the limb over him. Then he grabbed the fabric again and yanked it down to his knees.


The curve of Goku's backside taunted him, leading down to smooth, strong thighs that he knew were satin-soft. They were framed between his pants and his shirt, almost obscenely. It just made him harder, and worse, he had the sensory memory of rubbing against that softness, coming between those thighs. With a jolt, he realized that was probably the beginning of his obsession with seeing Goku covered in his release, and didn't that make Mr. Big twitch...


Leaning down, he pushed down on the knee closest to him. Goku's penis, proudly rising, greeted him, and he opened his mouth and took in the head. The low groan went straight to his own arousal, making him hard in his pants. Sucking and rolling his tongue around the flesh, he took his time doing it until it was not enough, and Goku was moaning those soft low moans and had buried his fingers in his long scarlet hair again. Then he swallowed down, taking more in, aiming to make Goku as hard as possible without the brunet coming.


Goku wiggled and moaned beneath him, trapped awkwardly by his pants at his knees and still mostly on his side. But he watched, gold eyes slitted, and fingers clenched Gojyo's scalp.


He didn't recall opening the bottle or his pants. But the bottle of lube was in his hand, the lid flipped, and he was drizzling the oily gel in the palm of his other hand. Fisting his erection, he smoothed the gel along his length, then poured more in his hand as he dragged his mouth from the brunet's hard length.


"Gojyo?" A huff of breath was drawn as his hand wormed between those thighs, spreading the cool slickness there and then higher, squeezing the gold eyed man's sac and cock, smearing the creases of his thighs. "G-Gojyo, what-"


"I want you, pretty baby." The growling tone rumbled up out his chest and throat, hungry and needy. Wrapping an arm around Goku's cloth-trapped knees, Gojyo gripped his lover's limbs against the side of his own hip. One hand guided him against Goku, helped him slip wetly into place pressed up against his lover's groin. The red head leaned over him to hold the position, lips hovering. "You know what I mean, right?"


His mouth was met strongly and a familiar rough hand wrapped around his cock, holding it flush with the brunet's erection. Gojyo thrust up once, twice, again into that hand, those clenched thighs. Goku moaned around the kiss and pulled back. "Come inside, Gojyo!"


"No, pretty baby." Leaning forward until he could slip Goku's legs higher up on his side, he couldn't help the sound that escaped him when the pressure from those smooth thighs increased. With a pleased explicative, he said, “I need to see you in white."


A strong wiry arm wrapped around his neck and drew him down. Just kissing, even in the middle of sex, shouldn't be that fucking mind blowing. But it was, and their eyes were open and communicating-


Shoving Goku's knees up over his shoulder, he bent the brunet further until his lover was curled in half beneath him. Goku, knees firmly pinned against and over Gojyo's shoulder under the pressure, didn't complain but ran his free hand over every inch of skin he could reach, lingering over the spots that made Gojyo tense, jerk and curse into his mouth.


That just wasn't fair.


The fingers of that one hand was still slick. It was awkward and entirely the wrong angle. But his limbs were long and Goku's body had been his to explore and touch for months now. His wet fingertips found the ring of muscle between his lover's buttocks unerringly. It was already loosened, as was its want now when Goku was anticipating sex, especially penetration. He didn't know if that was good or bad. It didn't stop him from circling the tender puckering, because even loosened up by Goku's anticipation didn't mean loosened enough to shove a finger in, much less anything bigger.


Now his lover was the one to moan into his mouth. Soft, simple touches had him tearing his lips away to voice his mounting arousal. When the red head wormed his longest finger inside him, he released their cocks and grabbed onto the other's shoulder, tried to arch under his long-haired lover as his muscles clenched tight on instinct. His voice was guttural as he attempted speech. "G-Gojyo, Gojyo-"


Fingering or finger fucking?- Gojyo alternated between both, and watched Goku writhe under him, thighs tight, trembling and rubbing pleasantly around his flesh. He'd learned well in all these weeks that there was a spot inside Goku that, if it wasn't the prostrate, was pretty damn close. He abused it for all he was worth as he worked more fingers inside the wanting heat, two and then three, as he rocked their erections together. The one hand and arm holding his weight was aching but it was held at bay by the pleasure. Goku's eyes clenched shut suddenly and his teeth sank into his bottom lip against a loud cry. Entranced, Gojyo’s hips slowed to a stop as he stared. Head arching back, his lover's mouth eased open with a low sound. Leaning down, Gojyo kissed him with an open mouth and full tongue. (Pretty baby's going to come-)


Goku wailed into the kiss, tried to arch and stretch under him as he came, the muscles of his body clutching hard. White arced and dripped across his bronzed belly, his hip. It barely missed his shirt, twisted around his torso.


Pressing his fingers up inside and holding them there, Gojyo pulled back from the kiss and was treated to the sight of Goku flushing a dark red from his ears to his chest as he tried to climax again, shuddering. Soft sounds spilled out of his mouth, turning into a wail when the red head slid his fingers out. "Shh, pretty baby, shhh."


Wiggling backward, cock still hard as it slipped from between the brunet's thighs, he relaxed his grip on his knees, tugged one pants leg from a limb and urged them to part for him with hand and words. Gojyo dipped his head and ran his tongue along the other's skin, collecting the white smears. The muscles tensed and jumped under his touch, and Goku's fingers burrowed into his hair again, strong and tight. His hardness only deflated somewhat, remaining erect as Gojyo's tongue ran over the head of him.


"Gojyo..." The gold eyed man said softly. He didn't look up until he had licked up every last trace, and was glad he had. The gold eyes were slitted but Goku, Goku there in his own eyes, wanting and begging the way the kappa usually only saw when it came to food and eating. But the wanting wasn't for food; it was for touch, for closeness, for Gojyo. "Gojyo, I want you."


((He was saying 'I love you', not 'I missed you'. You know?)) Hakkai's words from earlier rang in his head. Brushing his lips over Goku's navel, he asked, “Where do you want me?"


"Touching me, inside me," he answered. "I want you as close to me as possible."


The red haired kappa moved to fulfill his wish, kneeling between his legs. Spreading his lover's buttocks with one hand, he set the tip of his erection against the stretched orifice. It drew a sigh of sound from Goku, and then a cry as Gojyo sank into him in a smooth movement. The brunet latched onto him like his monkey namesake, with arms and fingers latching on, legs locking around Gojyo's hips. Kissing the crown of his head, the kappa asked, "This close enough?"


Goku's lips trailed over the line of his chest. "Yeah."


There was a knock on the door.


Two heads swung around and stared, wide-eyed, thoughts running wild. Most importantly, did they remember to lock the door?


"Goku, Gojyo, it's time to go down for dinner." Hakkai's voice called through the thin wood door.


Swallowing, Gojyo opened his mouth to reply- when Goku beat him to it, voice thready and definitely wanting. "We'll be down in a little while, Hakkai!"


There was a pause, then, “Why not now?"


"We're busy!" Gojyo found his words echoed from his lover's mouth.


A suspicious tone entered Hakkai's voice. "With what?"


(Shit, Hakkai-!!) The red head thought desperately, not wanting to say it. He felt Goku take a deep breath beneath him.


"Sex!"


Dropping his head on the pillow, Gojyo wondered if he could smother himself before the other man broke down the door or worse, fetched Sanzo.


"Okay then. We'll be downstairs." Hakkai's voice was ridiculously cheerful.


(Wait, 'we'll'? Shit, was Sanzo-) The thought was cut off as Goku tightened his ass around him, squeezing his cock, and making him pant and see stars. Lips trailed over his chest, worried each nipple and every sensitive spot they could reach. In retaliation Gojyo began to move, pulling back and thrusting in shallowly. He hissed, "Pretty baby!"


"Fuck me," The words were whispered against the skin over his heart, Goku's breath hot. "Gojyo, fuck me-"


His hips moved in response, shutting off the words frying his brain. "Fuck, pretty baby, could you turn me on any more?"


Goku just panted underneath him, a hand letting go of the kappa's arm to stroke his own erection. His moving fingers kept brushing Gojyo's lower abdomen, the head of his cock leaving spots of wet instead of its usual trail. The brunet rarely touched himself when his lover was inside him; tantalized by the thought, Gojyo ducked his head to watch briefly. Watching himself slid into that tight heat between Goku's legs while a familiar hand stroked the gold eyed man's hardness was almost too much. He closed his eyes but the image was still there and wouldn't stop.


The legs around him tightened, hips arching up for more. In response, Gojyo spread his knees for better balance and let his body and instincts take over, shoving himself into his lover as deep and hard as he could. If Goku wanted it, he would give it. He didn't think he could stop if he needed to, but that just didn't seem important right now.


He didn't come until Goku did, his slender insides tightening around his eager cock as he continued to thrust. His climax felt like it poured out of him, not just out of his balls but from somewhere even deeper, a heated feeling rushing in to take its place. It sent him out of his body into that blissful place and when he came back, he found himself buried wetly in his lover. The two of them were still panting as though they had run a race.


Realizing he was collapsed on top of his lover, he gathered up his energy and pushed himself up with his hands. Beneath him, Goku's eyes were closed, his limbs falling away from the red-haired kappa easily. Gojyo stared, entranced by the expression on the other's face. He drank that expression in until his eyes fluttered, attempting to open. "Gojyo?"


"Right here." He leaned down and kissed him softly. "I'm going to pull out, okay?"


Gold eyes managed to open, staring up at him with languorous cat slits. A soft sound emitted from his throat, and Gojyo took that as consent to move. He pulled out slowly, catching Goku's legs at the knees and keeping him spread open for him to see as he finished.


White fluids made clear from his movements were smeared up and down his entire groin, into the thick dark curls that framed him. Likewise, Goku's buttocks and thighs were smeared, even wet up under his testicles. His anus and insides gleamed from it, the muscles still stretched from the girth of his cock. The sight filled his belly with heat, but he hardly twitched, so well spent from spilling into said sight.


"You'd do it again," Goku said, voice thick and luxurious like an exotic fur. "If you could get it up again so soon, you'd do it again."


"Yes." Gojyo stated his truth plainly. Letting the truth of that fill his chest, his face, he stared Goku in the eye and let him see it for himself. He released Goku's legs, one hand drifting down to rub the mess into the skin of his lover's thighs. The other hand drifted over the brunet's abdomen, rubbing and massaging.


A flush filled the brunet's cheeks but he didn't break eye contact. If anything, his expression echoed the one on Gojyo's face. "I must be turning into a pervert like you. Because, I wouldn't mind if you did."


"Mr. Big is trying, pretty baby," he answered, reporting in on his cock's attempt to rise to the occasion. "Trust me, he's trying. And the day you become a pervert is the day Sanzo has fun in the rain."


Goku's stomach rumbled. His face became embarrassed, and Gojyo leaned forward and erased the expression with a hard kiss. Easing off, he smiled down at him. "Let's clean up and go eat before Sanzo decides not to feed us, okay?"


"Yeah." The brunet watched his red-haired lover clamor off the bed awkwardly, pants around his knees and falling. Neither turned away from the other as Gojyo stepped out of them, proudly displaying himself before his lover's eyes. He noted Goku's jeans tangled at the foot of the bed, kicked there sometime during their lovemaking, and realized this was the first time ever that they had not completely undressed prior to sex.


"You look hot in just a shirt." The kappa told him as he slowly sat up. Goku grimaced. "You okay?"


"I'm messy, and I hurt a little. You were really-" Biting into his bottom lip, Goku turned scarlet. "You weren't thinking about being gentle or anything, you were just f-fucking me. For once you were just here, with me."


He looked up at him, eyes golden and glowing, pleased. "Gojyo."


"Does it hurt that bad?" Gojyo squatted down beside the bed and leaned close, smirking. "Or that good?"


Goku actually laughed at him. Gojyo's smirk turned into a broad smile.

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Kannon smiled at the pool, leaning her face into one hand. "Hey, Juroshin, did you ever think of Kenren as anything except cannon fodder?"


"Kannon Sama, I would never." Blushed and flushing, the god-servant had closed his eyes in an attempt to avert them without actually looking away.


Laughing, Kannon shook her head. "He was a rusty hinge that always got the grease, but he never stopped squeaking. Well, he's never bored me in the least. Neither did Goku. That boy made Konzen live more fully."


"Kannon Sama..." Juroshin's tone had a mix of chiding and exasperation in it. He understood her wish for change, but he disliked the way she regarded it as entertainment.


"But all good things must come to an end, I'm afraid." Leaning back in her chair, she eyed the two men showering together with a certain amount of affection and sadness. "Though, when things are this involved, I wonder if it will stay that way."


Juroshin looked at her then, questioningly. "Kannon Sama, what do you mean?"


"Just that, Juroshin. Everything ends. Sooner, later, now, everything ends. But maybe they'll find a way back. They are a stubborn pair. I do like that. "


"But Kannon Sama, why now?"


"Why not now?" The goddess countered. A mischievous gleam entered her eye. Gojyo and Goku had provided too much entertainment with their fumbling love affair not to earn a few clues back to each other. She did like a difficult story like that. One elegant, red-tipped hand rose, fingers pressed together. "Ah, alright. It'll happen when they wake up, instead- they'll forget just about everything."


"But Kannon Sama-!"


Kannon snapped.
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Gojyo jolted awake and sat up. Alarmed, he snapped on the bedside lamp, eyes darting about. Nothing in the room was disturbed. It was quiet. No yokai were bursting through the door or window. So what was wrong?


Heart still pounding in his chest, he pulled his long legs up enough to rest his elbows on his knees. He glanced at his cigarettes on the table under the lamp, but he didn't actually want one for the sudden stress. He wanted- what did he want?


(Didn't I have someone in my bed? I remember sleeping with someone. Did they leave? But I would have noticed when they left the bed.) Still eyeing the cigarettes, he raked his hair back with both hands. He could smell the sex in the air. The window was open so it wasn't as strong as it could be but he could smell it, and it was surprising familiar. It made him twitch and harden, a thread of arousal becoming stronger inside him. But his balls felt light, and his body had a slight burn in the muscles that all spoke to a vigorous night in bed.


Something nagged him. He was missing something.
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