Disclaimer: I don't own Gensomaden Saiyuki, which rightfully belongs to Minekura Kazuya.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Homura/Goku, mentioned Sanzo/Goku
Warnings: PWP, smut, yaoi, masturbation, language
Notes: ... well, looks like this will be continued. Keep in mind it will have very little plot. I just plan for these two to have as much fun as possible. XD I even already have the ending all worked out. This should be fun... it'll be four chapters at the least, maybe five or six at the most. This chapter’s a bit darker than the last... maybe a bit more angsty. Anyway, more Homura/Goku smuttiness. Enjoy.

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Addicted by D-chan
Part 2 - Taste

The only thing worse than dry heat was a muggy heat, and driving through mist thicker than pudding on a hot day was definitely not Goku's idea of a fun time. It was bad enough when the mist was cold enough to make him shiver, but now it was sticky and seemed to cling to every inch of him. Tendrils of hair stuck to his face from a mixture of the mist and his own sweat.

It was particularly annoying, but he couldn't keep the silly, lazy grin from being plastered on his face. He knew his companions noticed, but so far they hadn't said anything.

Which, of course, meant one of them would soon. And he had a feeling he knew who it would be.

"You sure seem happy," Gojyo said suddenly, making him start before sighing inwardly. It just had to be Gojyo. It always had to be that stupid water sprite.

"Dunno what you're talking about," he grumbled, aware that he still sounded too cheerful. He tried to switch to whining. Leaning over the back of Sanzo's seat, he spoke up. "Hakkai--"

"Oh, please," Gojyo scoffed, causing Goku to give him a genuine glare. "You're ridiculously happy. Like some virgin that just got laid for the first time."

The words almost made him blush-- almost. Goku kicked at the half-breed, growling, "I am not! What would you know?"

"Do you forget that you're speaking to the sex god?" Gojyo demanded, kicking him back in the shin. "I can tell. No way you can fantasize so well it makes you li--"

"Perverted water sprite!" Goku shouted, more to drown him out than to shut him up. He was aware of the desperate edge in his voice, but he really, really didn't want them finding out the truth. It would be embarrassing enough if it was just someone they had met in passing, but if Sanzo found out he was sleeping with Homura...

Well, he really didn't like the idea of that confrontation.

Goku quickly turned back to the front, placing a hand on Sanzo's shoulder to gain some leverage so he could lean closer to Hakkai. "How much longer?" he whined. "I dunno how much longer I can put up with him!"

"I could say the same about you," Gojyo muttered audibly behind them, pushing damp hair from his face. Clearly, Goku wasn't the only one bothered by the muggy heat.

"I can't say," Hakkai replied honestly. "The fog is very thick, so I can't exactly tell how long it'll be until we get out of the forest, much less when the next town is."

"If we're even still in the forest," Gojyo put in helpfully.

Sighing, Goku gave up and slumped back against the side of the jeep. He could barely even see Sanzo's head a foot in front of him and it was beginning to bother him. Sanzo had been giving him odd looks lately, as though he could guess what was going on with the boy's nocturnal activities but didn't want to say anything until he had concrete proof.

How like him.

"Everyone--!" Hakkai's warning was too short to do much; before they knew it, the Sanzo party found themselves clinging on to the jeep for their lives, only to be dumped seconds later just as a sharp crack and a flicker of light appeared nearby. Goku scrambled to his feet, first noting that Hakkai had Hakuryuu in his arms, then that Gojyo was calling forth his shakujyo, and then his eyes rested on the source of their surprise.

Shien was barely visible in the thick fog, made easier to see mostly because of his whips. How a weapon could be made of light, Goku wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Finally, something fun to do," a new voice drawled. The sound was followed by the owner's body. Zenon gave them a lazy smirk, raising two fingers in greeting, though he mostly kept his gaze on Gojyo, his machine gun hoisted on one shoulder. "Yo."

Goku's breath hitched inaudibly. If they were there, that could only mean...

"Give them credit for avoid the attack entirely," Homura's amused voice carried. He was first visible by the flaming sword he carried, and then the rest of him came into view. "That was mildly impressive." His mis-matched gaze finally fell on Goku. The boy found himself grinning unexpectedly, which only made Homura's eyebrows raise in further amusement.

Finally feeling Sanzo's gaze on him, Goku quickly wiped the smile off his face, calling forth Nyoi-bou. "That was a dirty shot," he snapped, glaring at Homura. Sanzo's gaze was still heavy on him; he could only pray Sanzo didn't know yet.

"In this sort of weather, anything seems fair," Homura said calmly, raising a hand and beckoning the boy with a smirk. It was a clear invitation to start the fight, and Goku needed no further provoking to give a loud cry and launch at the man, swinging his staff in hopes of making a connection.

He failed.

Goku continued to lunge when he saw the man, and sometimes when Homura spoke up to taunt him. Something felt off, though. It was almost as though his attacks were weaker, and from the longer pauses in between remarks, it seemed as though Homura noticed as well.

"You're being hindered," the man said calmly from somewhere to Goku's right. The boy swung but missed, and a split second later he felt a strong grip on his arm, a smooth voice whispering darkly into his ear, "That's no way to fight, in or out of the bed."

Goku felt his face heating, partially because of embarrassment. The muggy heat had already made his face warm, but now he felt as though he were on fire. With a growl, he tried to slam the staff back into the god-- but missed again. "Geez," he hissed, whirling to find the god and yelping when he discovered him mere inches in front of him.

"What goes on in there and out here are two very different stories," Homura said calmly, giving the boy a patronizing tap on the face. It made Goku flinch. "Keep that in mind, Son Goku, or you'll never grow stronger."

Feeling an old but familiar anger spark, Goku snarled. "You--!" He swung, giving a short cry of frustration as Homura dodged again. How could he do that at such a close range?! "I swear, I will hurt you someday!" he yelled, pausing as he heard a slight crackle that indicated the god was behind him. Goku lunged back. "Don't underestimate me!"

What happened next only occurred on complete accident. The mist really was thick, so Goku was more intent on the things around him than beneath him. In avoiding trees, he tripped over a rock and sent the staff spinning. Homura had somehow managed to get behind him and was also startled by the sudden change of events. In any normal circumstances he would have been able to dodge, but...

"Guwah!" Goku yelped, his arm jolting as the staff caught on something. Without thinking he jerked hard, and the force not only sent Homura flying, it managed to pull him along. He wasn't sure how it happened, but the end result was his staff being firmly wedged between two close tree trunks.

It was sheer dumb luck that Homura's chains had gotten tangled so that he, too, was stuck.

Goku blinked up at the man from the ground, trying to figure out how that had happened. All he could work out was that his staff had tangled in the god's chains, and that had been the force that had pulled him along with the man when he had tried to throw Homura. He got to his feet, rubbing the spot where he'd hit his head before looking at Homura questioningly.

The trees weren't exactly small; it was sort of startling to see Homura's arms wound up above him, his feet barely touching the ground. The man looked up thoughtfully, assessing his predicament, before looking back at Goku with an arched eyebrow.

"Obviously accidental, but commendable nonetheless," he commented. Goku gave him a half pouting, half glaring look, still rubbing his head absently. "Unless you want the staff broken, I'd suggest you call it back."

"... Be quiet," Goku said softly, moving briskly forward. He caught a glimpse of the man's arched eyebrow before he stopped just in front of him, resting his head against the man's chest. Homura probably felt the diadem through his shirt. After a few moments of silence he glanced up with a smirk of his own. "Just enjoy it, would ya?" Even before he'd finished the sentence Goku's hands delved into the man's pants. Homura looked like he wanted to laugh but what came out was much closer to a gasp.

It was probably extremely stupid -- hell, it was extremely stupid -- to be starting something outside where they could be heard, especially when it was so hot and muggy... but the mist was thick, which at least insured a lot of privacy so long as they could keep it down. That would be a challenge... and besides, Goku had the distinct feeling he'd never catch Homura in such a vulnerable position again. He had to take advantage of it.

And judging from the quickly hardening member in his hands, Homura didn't seem to mind one bit.

Goku rested his forehead against the man's chest, eyes lowered as he continued to stroke the man within the confines of his pants. Homura seemed to be doing an amazingly good job of keeping quiet; Goku could hear the occasional muffled moan and some soft pants. It was amazing how that alone, along with the growing heat in his palms, was turning him on.

His eyes fluttered shut briefly. Goku forced them open again as he pulled one hand out, fumbling with the god's pants before finally unzipping them and pulling them down. Despite earnest attempts, Homura's breath was becoming noticeably more ragged. When Goku kneeled down in front of him, his tongue slowly drawing over the man's hardness, the breaths turned into low moans obviously only meant for Goku's ears.

The boy shivered, grinning at the immensely positive reaction. Knowing what would happen next, Goku placed his hands on the god's waist, pausing to lick his lips before moving in, taking the man slowly into his mouth. Homura's sharp intake of breath and sudden jerk of his hips were expected; Goku managed to loosen the muscles in the back of his throat enough to handle the sudden movement.

Reminds me of Sanzo... Trying to shake the thought, Goku dug his fingers into Homura's hips, rubbing his tongue over him before starting a slow rhythm. It last night was any indication, Homura liked it rough, and so he could be expecting encouragements any moment now...

The guttural growl of impatience was proof enough. Goku quickly sped up, sucking fiercely on the man. He had to clench his eyes shut to concentrate properly; all he could do was feel Homura, hear him panting and murmuring breathless encouragements above him. It was far too erotic to be real... and so exciting.

Fun as he'd been, Sanzo had never been this exciting.

Goku's only hint the man was going to finish was the sudden hitch of breath. He moved back quickly, as Homura came, though he didn't quite leave off. Curious, as Sanzo had never let him try it, Goku kept his mouth on the man, shivering as a salty, somewhat unpleasant flavour stung his tongue. It still made him tingle in his lower belly, and he didn't move back until Homura was completely finished, practically dangling from the staff by now.

Goku fell to his knees completely, wiping his mouth with a faint blush as he glanced up. However, the moment he moved to stand up, Homura's ragged voice made him pause.

"No." At the boy's questioning look, Homura waited until he had regained more air in his lungs before smirking and saying a bit breathlessly, "Like you did the first night."

It wasn't hard to catch his meaning. Goku stared a moment before offering a somewhat hesitant smile; Homura had seemed to enjoy it enough last time, and if he wanted to see it again...

He shifted to unzip his pants, tugging them down to his knees before falling back on the ground. Goku was already somewhat hard from manipulating Homura and all too ready to finish off, but Homura wasn't finished yet.

"No," he said calmly, sounding less winded. "All the way off. Sit back so I can see."

This time Goku's blush came at full force, but he eagerly kicked his jeans off completely, sitting back and spreading his legs so Homura got a full view of the boy, naked from the waist down. It was embarrassing, but somehow that embarrassment was heightening his excitement...

Goku trailed his fingers over his erection, hissing softly as pleasure shot up his spine. Glancing up, he shivered after seeing Homura's intent stare. He had to lower his eyes again so as not to lose his nerve. He couldn't ignore the man completely, of course, but it was easier not to see him watching...

He closed his eyes was he continued to trace his fingers over his member, moaning softly and spreading his legs a bit wider to give himself more room to work with. Goku felt back on his free hand, fingers curling around the grass beneath him. His other hand followed its example, grasping his hardness and starting to move in slow, rough strokes. A shiver shook his entire body.

"Faster." Golden eyes shot open at Homura's command. Rather than argue or protest, Goku just nodded and took a steadying breath, allowing his head to fall back as he started to move his hand faster, tightening his grip on himself. He had to bite his lip to keep from crying out, but he did moan again, this time the sound muffled.

"Lie back." Goku didn't even nod this time, simply obeying the command. He stretched himself out on the grass, toes curling into the ground as he arched his back and rubbed himself faster, whimpering softly as he felt his climax drawing closer and closer. As with the last time, the pleasure seemed intensified just because Homura was watching him.

And not only was Homura watching him, Goku could tell the man was enjoying it immensely.

He felt his muscles tighten in his legs; with a sudden jerk and a strained cry, Goku shuddered and arched again, stilling as he found his release. The results left him tired but not exhausted; he did have to lie still, spread-eagled on the ground conveniently until he'd caught his breath.

After what seemed like hours it felt like he could finally breathe again. Goku sat up, searching for his pants. The mist seemed to be lifting a bit, and he only knew that he did not want the others to find them both like this. He did pause long enough to pull Homura's pants up as well, which only seemed to amuse the god. Finally, he called Nyoi-bou back and the god fell free, stretching his arms and flexing his wrists before looking at the boy calmly.

"I thank you for the lovely performance."

"Ah... yeah," Goku muttered, rubbing his head.

Homura smirked. That and his next words were pretty much Goku's only warning.

"Please don't hold this against me later."

With that a knee connected rather painfully with his gut, and Goku blacked out.

***

As though being knocked out once hadn't been bad enough, this time it hurt so bad that Goku had to use an ice pack on his stomach to ease the pain of the large bruise Homura had left behind. Jerk, he thought, only half-heartedly resentful. Somehow it was hard to resent someone that not only gave him great physical pleasure, but fed the attention-starved side to him he'd forgotten existed over the last few months...

Despite the injury, Sanzo didn't seem to want it to hinder them. "He'll be fine," he said flatly to Hakkai's reminding him of the boy's state. "We're leaving in an hour."

Goku muttered something sullen, which only earned a threatening gun to the head and an amused smirk from Gojyo. Those two combined only served to make him cross.

Goku had a painful feeling in his stomach that wasn't part of the beating Homura had given him. Judging from Sanzo's stare, the man was still very much aware that something was amiss with his charge.

All too soon the worldly monk was saying, "Let's go."

Unable to protest, Goku set the ice bag aside and left the inn.

- TBC -

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