Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ The Bits and Pieces ❯ Waiting ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Quirk 
Goku-esque drabble babble.
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 01.11.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 898 | Visits: 347 | Status: Work In Progress
Goku-esque drabble babble.
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 01.11.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 898 | Visits: 347 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Waiting
Author: Quirk othe Trade
Category: fan fiction
Genre: snapshot fiction/drabble
Rating: adult, 17 and up or mature minds
CC&C: quirkothetrade@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I own lint and a hairball, not Saiyuuki. Go, Tokyo Pop!
Warnings: None, really, though this piece is from around chapter three or so of ‘Teaching Goku’. Goku’s point of view.
A/N: This doesn’t feel refined to me, no matter how much I go over it. Forgive me. I don’t know why Goku’s in ‘The Bits and Pieces’ anyway…
Beta: Un betaed
Synopsis: Goku-esque drabble babble- times two.
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Goku had never realized how good it felt to be touched by someone, and he certainly had never realized how warm a kiss could be. No one had ever kissed him before, so how could he have known? And there were so many ways of kissing, too-- it was awesome how many ways there were to kiss, and places to kiss… It made him almost dizzy just thinking about it. He LIKED kissing.
“Get a move on, Monkey! Oh great and mighty Sanzo Sama is in a pissy mood and I don’t feel like messing with him today.”
“Wait, I’m coming!”
Who knew a tongue could do so many different things besides taste? He hadn’t. Sanzo or Hakkai or Gojyo had never said, nor had anyone else. And Gojyo-- it really wasn’t his hair that burned hot, it was his touch, his lips, his tongue-- Gojyo himself was what was on fire.
He had caught the kappa giving him odd looks once or twice. He didn’t know what Gojyo was looking for. Maybe it had something to do with what they’d been doing together? The pervert kappa was surprisingly hard to read some times.
The fan came down, but not on his head. It was just as well it was the fan, because when Sanzo fired off the gun, the local people tended to give them lots of space and act all jumpy around the four of them. People were already giving them weird looks because of Sanzo. “Damned kappa, hurry up! You’re slower than a dead mule!”
“Damned priest, watch where you swing that thing!”
“Now, now… let’s calm down, shall we? At least until we can get food and rooms.”
He wondered if Hakkai was ever going to tell Gojyo he liked him.
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He had gone out. Goku had known he’d go out, to get away from Sanzo at the very least, but mostly because there was women, gambling and booze to be had at the bars and taverns.
It was a little disappointing.
So he’d stayed up with Hakkai and Sanzo as long as he had been able to, playing cards and getting royally beat with each hand. The rain didn’t seem to so bad tonight for the two men he was with, Sanzo unusually centered in the here-and-now and Hakkai with that politely manic look he’d taken to wearing when Gojyo went out the door- though he sometimes wore it when he played cards, so maybe that expression was beside the point.
Goku had stumbled off to bed when he could barely keep his eyes open enough to see. He had changed into his sleep clothes in his room and fallen into bed gratefully. He wasn’t sure when Gojyo would be home, and it nibbled at him as he drifted off. Eventually he woke in the night and went to the restroom. On the way back, he stopped and peered into Gojyo’s room to see if he was back, even though he’d known the red-head wasn’t in the house the instant he’d woken up.
Nothing. The room was dark and empty.
He started to shut the door, then changed his mind and slipped in. He’d wait for Gojyo in the other’s room. He wished he’d thought of that earlier, because then he wouldn’t have to worry about missing the kappa. But… Sanzo and Hakkai had still been awake. Damn.
But he was here now, and under the covers- damn it. His clothes were still bugging him. Normally so nice and baggy, they now seemed determined to wind about his body and make sleeping as uncomfortable as possible.
Pushing out of the bed clothes, he struggled the articles of clothing and threw them on the floor. Then he picked them up and folded them, just to teach them a lesson in behaving like clothes and not like fishing nets or ropes or nooses.
Returning to the bed, he caught a glimpse of his bare chest in the mirror. It made him stop and stare, because while being naked was fine, seeing himself naked or even half naked in a bedroom was still something new and unusual. Bathing didn’t count. So he stared, and wondered briefly what Gojyo was going to say when he entered his room.
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TBC…
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Author: Quirk othe Trade
Category: fan fiction
Genre: snapshot fiction/drabble
Rating: adult, 17 and up or mature minds
CC&C: quirkothetrade@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I own lint and a hairball, not Saiyuuki. Go, Tokyo Pop!
Warnings: None, really, though this piece is from around chapter three or so of ‘Teaching Goku’. Goku’s point of view.
A/N: This doesn’t feel refined to me, no matter how much I go over it. Forgive me. I don’t know why Goku’s in ‘The Bits and Pieces’ anyway…
Beta: Un betaed
Synopsis: Goku-esque drabble babble- times two.
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Goku had never realized how good it felt to be touched by someone, and he certainly had never realized how warm a kiss could be. No one had ever kissed him before, so how could he have known? And there were so many ways of kissing, too-- it was awesome how many ways there were to kiss, and places to kiss… It made him almost dizzy just thinking about it. He LIKED kissing.
“Get a move on, Monkey! Oh great and mighty Sanzo Sama is in a pissy mood and I don’t feel like messing with him today.”
“Wait, I’m coming!”
Who knew a tongue could do so many different things besides taste? He hadn’t. Sanzo or Hakkai or Gojyo had never said, nor had anyone else. And Gojyo-- it really wasn’t his hair that burned hot, it was his touch, his lips, his tongue-- Gojyo himself was what was on fire.
He had caught the kappa giving him odd looks once or twice. He didn’t know what Gojyo was looking for. Maybe it had something to do with what they’d been doing together? The pervert kappa was surprisingly hard to read some times.
The fan came down, but not on his head. It was just as well it was the fan, because when Sanzo fired off the gun, the local people tended to give them lots of space and act all jumpy around the four of them. People were already giving them weird looks because of Sanzo. “Damned kappa, hurry up! You’re slower than a dead mule!”
“Damned priest, watch where you swing that thing!”
“Now, now… let’s calm down, shall we? At least until we can get food and rooms.”
He wondered if Hakkai was ever going to tell Gojyo he liked him.
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He had gone out. Goku had known he’d go out, to get away from Sanzo at the very least, but mostly because there was women, gambling and booze to be had at the bars and taverns.
It was a little disappointing.
So he’d stayed up with Hakkai and Sanzo as long as he had been able to, playing cards and getting royally beat with each hand. The rain didn’t seem to so bad tonight for the two men he was with, Sanzo unusually centered in the here-and-now and Hakkai with that politely manic look he’d taken to wearing when Gojyo went out the door- though he sometimes wore it when he played cards, so maybe that expression was beside the point.
Goku had stumbled off to bed when he could barely keep his eyes open enough to see. He had changed into his sleep clothes in his room and fallen into bed gratefully. He wasn’t sure when Gojyo would be home, and it nibbled at him as he drifted off. Eventually he woke in the night and went to the restroom. On the way back, he stopped and peered into Gojyo’s room to see if he was back, even though he’d known the red-head wasn’t in the house the instant he’d woken up.
Nothing. The room was dark and empty.
He started to shut the door, then changed his mind and slipped in. He’d wait for Gojyo in the other’s room. He wished he’d thought of that earlier, because then he wouldn’t have to worry about missing the kappa. But… Sanzo and Hakkai had still been awake. Damn.
But he was here now, and under the covers- damn it. His clothes were still bugging him. Normally so nice and baggy, they now seemed determined to wind about his body and make sleeping as uncomfortable as possible.
Pushing out of the bed clothes, he struggled the articles of clothing and threw them on the floor. Then he picked them up and folded them, just to teach them a lesson in behaving like clothes and not like fishing nets or ropes or nooses.
Returning to the bed, he caught a glimpse of his bare chest in the mirror. It made him stop and stare, because while being naked was fine, seeing himself naked or even half naked in a bedroom was still something new and unusual. Bathing didn’t count. So he stared, and wondered briefly what Gojyo was going to say when he entered his room.
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TBC…
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