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: First off, if you have no idea what 'rimming' is I suggest you look up the term before reading onward. It's a sort of kink that makes a lot of people uncomfortable or squicked, and I really don't want to hear 'that's so gross!' If I do, I'll know you didn't read or head the warning. A brief, dictionary description can be found on this site under the main page and Story Codes.
Second, the fic's becoming longer than I anticipated, so the minimum chapter limit has been stretched to 5. Hopefully the maximum won't go over 7, but we'll just have to see.
Finally, I've started a Homura/Goku ML for any yahoo users, so anyone interested is encouraged to sign up! (Just no rapist!Homura or anything like that. That's not cool.) You can find it here (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/hxg_ml/). And anyone that's reading this from the ML... hi! ^_^
That ought to be enough for now. More smut for you. Enjoy.

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Addicted by D-chan
Part 3 - Feel

Sanzo, you jerk...

Perhaps it was partially his fault. Goku knew the rain made the man cranky and he usually stayed out of his way around that time-- or rather, Sanzo usually avoided him. That was near impossible this time, as only one room had been vacant in the inn. Apparently they had arrived in town the day after a big village festival and things were still winding down. It was a miracle they had even found a room.

But still. That didn't mean Sanzo had to kick the boy for complaining about the smoke. He and Gojyo shouldn't have been smoking so much inside anyway! Even Hakkai had been in agreement with him. That was just unfair.

Normally something like that wouldn't bother him so much, but Goku found that he was growing increasingly tense lately. He knew exactly why; he wasn't stupid, despite what Gojyo would say. Having sex with Homura was incredible; it made him feel pleased, satisfied him in a way he hadn't been satisfied since the whole journey had began. But it was dangerous, like a drug, and not just because the act itself was so addicting. It was also because Goku was dead certain Sanzo wouldn't approve and he had to hide it from the man. Hakkai and Gojyo might understand, but Hakkai wouldn't find it wise to sleep with their opponent and Gojyo would probably just torment him about it until Sanzo eventually found out.

That didn't appeal to the boy at all.

You're such a jerk, he thought, closing his eyes as he listened to the rain pound on the porch roof. Gojyo was inside gambling, Sanzo was likely still sulking, and Hakkai was mostly likely with one of them, either calming Sanzo down or leaving him be.

Oddly enough Goku felt... lonely. It seemed like he was the only one of the four that couldn't find a way to occupy himself. There was no one his age, except for a few girls that would rather fawn over the horny water sprite anyway.

"Such a jerk," he muttered.

"Did Konzen upset you again?"

He wasn't even startled; Goku just sighed and opened his eyes. Sure enough, Homura stood a few feet in front of him, seeming comfortable with rain pouring down on him and plastering dark hair to his head, water trickling down his face and making him almost shine with the wet.

Goku shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Maybe," he grumbled, glancing away. "What are you doing here?"

He could see the man's smirk in his mind more than he could with his eyes. "What reason have I come for every night?"

The boy smiled wryly. "That'd be great, but I have to share a room with all of them. It won't work tonight."

"And I'm sure you're just a stranger to sex out of the bed." Goku did start this time; when he turned Homura was practically in his face, eyeing the boy with a devious smirk. "Has Konzen ever let you do it in the rain?"

Goku's eyes widened. He stared at the man for a moment before Homura took the initiative, moving forward and pressing wet lips to the boy's mouth. Goku parted his lips to the firm kiss, his hands automatically moving up to draw the man closer. It barely took that kiss to get his heart racing with excitement and anticipation. He felt tenser than he usually did, possibly because of his recent argument -- so to speak -- with Sanzo, but maybe it was more of that anticipation...

To his surprise Homura softened the kiss, slowly drawing back and straightening up, his hand on Goku's arm. Mismatched eyes stared straight down, a film of calm over a familiar spark of lust.

"Come."

Goku used the man's grip for leverage, rising to his feet and eagerly following him, away form the inn and out a good distance away until they had reached what seemed to be a secluded area near the village forest. It seemed they had barely come to a stop before Homura turned back to him, his hand slipping to the boy's neck as he leaned down for a kiss. This one was also gentle, almost painfully slow, but it was... nice. Goku shivered, his arms sliding up around the man's shoulders as he kissed back, just enjoying the faint tingling sensation the almost cautious moves caused.

Even with the slowness Homura succeeded in making the boy gasp for breath in the end. Goku gripped the man's cape tightly, whispering hoarsely, "Why...?"

"Shh," was all Homura said. Goku's grip tightened when the man leaned forward, his eyes automatically closing just before Homura kissed his eyelids, then moved down to his mouth again, his lips steadily growing more demanding without rushing anything. When he pressed down on the boy Goku willingly followed until the god had him half kneeling, half sitting on the wet grass.

Homura moved his attention to Goku's ear, nibbling and licking just below the lobe while his hands went to Goku's shirt. "This will have to go," he murmured. Goku murmured a wordless agreement, aiding the man in the removal of his clothes. They tried to cling to him, the rain seeming intent on plastering his clothes to him as though trying to make it that much more difficult for Homura. The man still didn't seem to be in a hurry; while his hands were over the boy, rubbing his slick stomach and removing his clothes, his mouth was always busy somewhere; with his ear, his mouth, his neck, always finding something to do. Goku moaned softly.

Pale hands moved firmly over his chest. Homura's fingers massaged him as he moved his tongue over the boy's neck, pausing to murmur, "Be as loud as you want. No one will bother us." He didn't have to add, 'because I'll kill them if they do.' Goku could sense it anyway, and he found it made him grin.

"Yeah," he groaned, sliding his hands over the man's shoulders to slip the cape off. Goku licked his lips as his hands fell lower, to the hem of Homura's black shirt. Rather than pull it off, he just slid his hands down, caressing the god's lower back through his jeans. Homura gently nipped his throat in encouragement.

Gods... this is... Goku shivered. Homura's skin felt hot on his, and his tongue rubbing his nipple... Goku bit his lip over another moan, sliding his leg between his lover's.

"... gods," he whispered, arching up again. "Homura..."

He received a nuzzle in response before Homura's lips went back to his throat, sucking on the sensitive flesh he found there. Goku whimpered, raking his fingers back up and under Homura's shirt, suddenly eager to just get on with it. He'd never gone this slow before and it was growing frustrating. In the back of his mind Goku was aware that it was the slowness that was causing him to feel so hot and excited so quickly, but gods...

As though sensing his inner frustration, Homura smirked against him. "Patience." The word barely carried over the rain and Goku was far more concerned with removing the man's clothes anyway. He'd never gotten Homura completely undressed... and somehow he had the burning desire to do just that.

And from the way Homura was shifting in assistance, it didn't seem like he minded the idea one bit.

The process of getting them both naked was achingly slow, so much that Goku felt an immense relief the moment he was lying back on the wet ground, hardly minding the bit of mud beneath him as Homura kissed him firmly. All he could do in retaliation was bring his knees up to the man's midsection and tangle his fingers in wet hair, stroking and murmuring softly as he tried to urge Homura downward with his legs.

To his surprise Homura followed, though he did use his weight to his advantage to press down on the boy, keeping him pinned to the ground. Goku winced a bit, but the moment he started to squirm he just gasped; the movement caused their soaking bodies to rub together, sliding easily and somehow still creating a pleasant friction that sent tingles all through him.

"Damn," he moaned, fastening his arms around the man. A shiver ran through him as Homura slid his hands down the boy's sides. One hand moved back up to rub a nipple, but the other finally slipped between then to stroke him. Goku cried out, tightening his hold on the man and arching his back to get closer. "H-Ho... mura... more..."

The hands slid beneath him, over his back. "More?" Homura asked huskily, his eyes half lidded with an almost lazy smile on his lips. "All right..." He rubbed the boy gently, his fingers steadily growing firmer as they kneaded down over Goku's ass. Goku shivered from the pleasant sensation.

He wasn't prepared for the god to suddenly pull him up so that his legs went over the god's shoulders, hooked in place by the knees. Goku gave a slightly yelp, his eyes widening. He regretted it once the rain stung them, so he ended up squinting and trying to shade his eyes; when he spoke his voice came out a bit nervous and breathless. "What... are you...?"

"Shh," Homura said again, smirking. "You'll probably enjoy this..."

Goku eyed him warily, opening his mouth to ask what he was talking about, if he was really so sure... but what Homura did made him go still momentarily, made his eyes widen again before clenching shut. His head fell back with a sudden, deep moan. It was a bit weird, but it felt so good somehow... Sanzo had definitely never tried this.

He shuddered as the man's tongue drew closer to his entrance, biting his lip. Damn... it just... so good... Goku couldn't come up with anything more coherent than that. He clutched the grass beneath him, digging his fingers into the mud as he allowed his moans to grow increasingly louder. Part of him wanted to finish, like this, but another part wanted something more in him, something...

He finally managed to draw in enough air to choke out, "H... Homura... don't..."

For a moment he didn't think Homura heard him over the rain, but with a final lick the man drew back, looking both reluctant and amused... and Goku was almost positive he saw a flush on the god's face. Trembling with excitement, Goku reached up to pull him down, kissing him firmly. He couldn't go slowly anymore; he wanted Homura. He tried to express this through the kiss, moving to nip at the man's ear and whisper hoarsely, "Want... you... gods, Homura..."

Homura finally seemed ready. With a slight nod he pushed the boy back down, his hand groping down over his stomach, grasping Goku's member and beginning to stroke him. Goku arched sharply, panting and moaning shamelessly when Homura's fingers went back where his tongue had left off, gently pushing into Goku and moving steadily to prepare him.

"Beautiful," he dimly heard Homura say just before a now-familiar and very welcome hardness slid into him. Goku flushed a bit, his body craving more as he tried to pull the man closer by his shoulders.

Never... Goku abruptly lost his train of thought, rocking against the man and shuddering. "More," he groaned, drawing the word out in a low voice he hardly recognized. "Please..."

"Shh..." Homura shifted his hips as though getting used to the boy, but even when Goku knew the man knew he was ready, Homura kept at a slow, steady pace. It draw whimpers of impatience from the smaller boy; he was shivering from inner heat and outer cold, now unable to tell if the wetness all over his body was rain or sweat or a mixture of both.

Goku grit his teeth, grasping the man's arms tightly. "Homura," he grit out, pressing as much as he could into the man. "Come on... please..."

Homura caught his lips in a final kiss, pausing just to lick the rain dripping on the boy's face before smirking faintly, nodding once, and increasing his thrusts. Goku cried out sharply at the sudden change of treatment; it wasn't unwelcome, of course, and he had asked for it... but some part of him suddenly missed the gentle touches. That part was forgotten about as Homura grabbed him by the wrists, pulling his arms over his head with a clang on chains as his thrusts increased in speed.

It grew to the point that Goku quickly became half delirious with pleasure. He was absently aware his throat hurt because he wasn't bothering to control his voice at all; he was painfully aware of the man's fingers digging into his waist, very much realizing every jerk his body made.

Strange how some people would insist a climax hit with bright colours and fireworks. Goku's eyes were clenched shut, so all he saw was darkness... but the pleasure that rolled over him was intense, and that was all he really needed to describe it.

Goku fell limply to the ground afterward, his breathing harsh and heavy as he tried to feed his air-starved lungs. Only when he could breathe somewhat normally did he open his eyes to realize that the warm presence on him was still Homura. He groaned, tired but content, and curled into the god's touch. "Mm..."

Homura seemed to have some difficult catching his breath as well, but being winded didn't make the amusement fade from his voice. "I think it's safe... to say that Konzen has never gone slowly, right?"

Frowning, as he really didn't want to think about Sanzo right then, Goku just pressed his face into the man's chest. The rain was still falling, unperturbed by the scene beneath it. "Not really," he mumbled.

As though sensing a the touchy subject, Homura fell silent. That startled the boy, but Goku was too tired to care at the moment.

After the rain washed the dirt and mud off both of them Homura untangled from the boy. "You ought to go back," he said calmly, locating his wet clothes and redressing himself. Goku just blinked. "Once Konzen finds out you didn't go back inside..."

He'd almost forgotten all four of them were sharing a room. Muttering a curse, Goku fumbled for his clothes, taking longer to redress himself because of the many layers. He hurried, not speaking until he had the buckle strapped over his shirt. "Say, Homura--" But when he turned the man was nowhere to be found. He paused, frowning a bit, but simply sighed. Guess he doesn't want anyone to find us on accident...

Still, it would have been nice for him to stick around a bit longer.

Goku headed back to the hotel in a daze, his thoughts carelessly traveling back to a few minutes ago. Homura had definitely been right; Sanzo had never attempted being gentle. He wasn't complaining. Goku found that he rather liked it rough, and he particularly liked it with Homura because the man didn't seem to hold back. That wasn't to say Sanzo never had, but Homura was infinitely stronger and could fuck him into the ground harder than Goku realized was possible...

He shuddered, shaking his head to avoid those thoughts again as he reached the inn. The front door was locked. Oddly enough he didn't feel angry, just sort of... peaceful. Too satisfied to care, like when he'd actually had enough to eat at dinner...

Geez, he thought, sliding down to sit on the porch with his back against the wall. Goku was dimly aware of the silly smile on his lips and would probably rebuke himself later for acting like a virginal schoolgirl (Gojyo had taught him that term) but right then he was just too content.

It could have been seconds or hours later for all he knew. Goku was only aware that any time had passed when the door suddenly slammed open. He glanced up, still feeling a bit dreamlike as a pair of suspicious violet eyes stared down at him.

Sanzo didn't miss a single thing. "Why the hell are you all wet?"

Unable to summon the words to explain -- and really, he wouldn't have told everything anyway -- Goku just smiled up at his keeper. He got to his feet, absently brushing himself off as he walked past the unholy monk and into the hotel.

And all Sanzo could do was stare after him in a mixture of confusion and quietly simmering anger.

- TBC -

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