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, smothering, language
Notes: ^^; Out over the weekend, as promised to the Homura/Goku ML. For some reason this chapter was a bitch to write... possibly because I came up with it at the last second. *scratches her head*
Anyway! Yes, it does leave off where it does, and no, that scene isn't finished... but it needs to continue on to the next chapter for reasons that will be made apparent then. *grin* So. More Homura/Goku smuttiness for the fangirls! Enjoy.

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Addicted by D-chan
Part 4 - Breathe

Gojyo blinked at the sight before him, wondering if his half-asleep eyes were playing a trick on him or if it was actually real. If it was the drowsiness he would have to wonder why he was seeing something to bizarre, but if it was real...

He blinked again, but the sight didn't go away. With a resigned sigh he moved the short way down to Sanzo's door, knocking once before opening the door.

"Oi, sadistic monk. I think there's something wrong with your monkey..."

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The floorboards sounded too loud beneath his bare feet. Goku kept cringing with each step and it was slowly driving him insane. Not the creaking, but the jumping at every little sound. He was acutely aware the others noticed and it wasn't lessening his tension any.

He kept expecting someone to confront him any moment. Namely Sanzo.

But then what would he say? he wondered, padding down the inn's hallway. It had been over a week since the incident in the rain, so naturally they were in a new town by now... but nothing had changed otherwise. Nothing concerning Homura and the occasional nighttime activities, that is.

"Excuse me." Goku started, turning when one of the hotel maids addressed him. She gave him a polite smile. "Unauthorized personnel aren't allowed in the kitchens. May I get you anything?"

The boy blinked, briefly wondering where she'd come from and if he'd really been that caught up in his own thoughts before nodding. "Yeah. I just wanted something to drink... you got any juice?"

With a polite nod she moved past him and into the kitchen, returning a few short moments later and handing him a glass of cold apple juice. "Just leave it in your room and we'll pick it up when you check out."

"Yeah. Thanks." He paused. "Um... what about a snack?"

"I can bring that to your room, if you'd like," she said, her voice never losing its formal tone.

"Ah... yeah. Please," he muttered, giving her the room number. She promised to have it to him in ten minutes, which Goku knew was more or less a dismissal.

Well. That sort of defeated the purpose of coming out in the first place. Feeling an aching sense of dread, Goku turned and started back for his room.

Oh, man... He groaned inwardly. What am I gonna do? I haven't said a thing to him all night... haven't even touched him... and he can already read me like a book. He'll know something's up. It seemed that he was back at his door all too soon. He fidgeted a bit, biting his lip worriedly. He didn't want to go back in, but the longer he stayed outside the more of an opportunity it gave for someone to find him and wonder what the hell he was doing. He finally opened the door, slipping inside quickly and muttering, "I'm back."

A pair of mismatched eyes -- one blue, one gold -- turned his way. "I expected you to take longer."

Goku frowned, moving to sit on the bed beside the god. It probably should have felt weird to be sitting so calmly, especially since they hadn't even touched once so far that night, but it was only awkward because of his nervousness of being caught. He didn't feel uncomfortable around Homura at all. "What?"

Homura arched an eyebrow. "You just seem unusually tense tonight." When Goku just shrugged he narrowed his eyes, lips curving into a knowing smirk. "Or," he drawled in a way that made Goku's head snap up. "You're afraid that you may be enjoying it a little too much?"

Goku started, nearly spilling his juice. His fingers tightened reflexively around the glass; it was uncanny how on the mark Homura could be at times... which was nearly all the time. It made him flustered, and Goku didn't like it. "I... well..." He certainly couldn't deny it, since Homura could read him so easily anyway, but that still meant he was admitting he liked it too much!

That idea made him squirm. Oh, geez, I really can't say yes because then he'd know, and even if he didn't feel the same way we'd probably still do it, but then I'll know he's only partially into it, and then I'll get nervous and, oh, gods, I won't know if I'm pleasing him properly and... and...!

The sudden knock on the door made him yelp, this time startling him so bad that he spilled some of the juice on himself. Goku barely registered that, straining to hear whoever was outside. Oh, gods, please not Sanzo, please--

"Sir, I have the snack you wanted," he dimly heard the maid say. He quietly breathed a sigh of relief. "Room one-oh-nine, right?"

Goku opened his mouth to reply, but he made the mistake of glancing at Homura at the same time. The expression on the god's face was all too familiar, and yet it never failed to send shivers down his spine. Put lightly, that intent look was telling him to divert the attention now, or he would regret it for the rest of his life. "Ah... wrong room," he said, aware too late that his voice was barely more than a mumble.

"Sir?" Clearly the maid hadn't heard him.

"Wrong room," Homura spoke for him, moving in the same instant to tilt the boy's head back and lick at his throat. Goku shivered in excitement, his arms coming up to grip the man's cape tightly. "You shouldn't be so clumsy," he heard the man mutter, though there was no real rebuke in Homura's voice. Goku just moaned softly, enjoying the feel of the god's tongue on his skin.

He heard a faint snort and blinked. "What...?"

Smirking against his skin, Homura replied, "Now you taste like apples." He moved up, pressing a hard kiss to the boy's lips before Goku could retort. Whatever remark he had died on his tongue; Goku quickly found he could make better use of that tongue, anyway. He wasn't idle at all, his hands eagerly running over Homura, pushing at his clothes. He drew out of the kiss enough to bite the man's lip, groaning softly as Homura undid his pants and began to stroke him.

The second time they'd had sex Goku had wanted to be on top... he remembered that experience, though it was somewhat hazy. Homura certainly hadn't complained, and suddenly the boy found he wanted to do it again.

Homura insistently shoving him back down on the mattress seemed to clearly portray opposite intentions. Goku tore his lips from the bruising kiss, gasping for breath as Homura practically tore his clothes off. "H-hey," he protested, breaking off into a deep moan as the man roughened his strokes. "I want..." His voice died for a moment, but his body seemed to know how to portray what he wanted to do; Goku was barely conscious of his hands moving downward, rubbing over the man's lower back as he tried to get him free of those damned clothes.

Homura pressed down on him, obviously enjoying the touch, but he still didn't relinquish his dominant position. "No," he breathed, grinding his hips down on the boy and making his erection very apparent. Goku shuddered and moaned from the resulting tingles. "I want to see if you'll like this..."

That obviously meant he was about to do something it was likely Goku hadn't yet tried. A tiny part of his mind whispered that he really shouldn't; the others' rooms weren't that far away, and if someone walked in...

The worry was banished as Homura continued shifting his hips, causing the boy to arch up against him eagerly. "Ah... right there," he groaned, his fingers digging into the muscle in Homura's back. "Gods..."

Homura smirked down at him. By now Goku was able to tell many of his smiles apart, and this one he could safely interpret as pleased. He seemed to be enjoying this just as much as his lover, if not more...

"You're really going to have to trust me for this," the man murmured, his breath growing heavy with lust. Barely hearing the words, Goku just nodded and moaned again, squirming and shifting beneath him. I don't care what you do, gods, just do it!

He had been braced for just about anything, half expecting something similar to what Homura had done in the rain the other day-- something that still made Goku embarrassed but excited to think about. What he hadn't been prepared for was Homura suddenly pulling back, grabbing him by the waist and flipping him over facedown on the mattress. Goku blinked in surprise, moving to turn and ask what the hell Homura was doing, but the hand on his head prevented that.

"You won't die, despite what you may think later," was all Homura said... and it wasn't exactly comforting. Goku shivered from a gnawing fear and unexpected anticipation that made his chest feel tight.

Homura seemed to have planned ahead this time; Goku winced slightly as the man's fingers slipped into him, coated with a cold, slippery substance. The scent was a bit strong and made his nose tingle but he was hardly paying attention, mostly just wondering what it was that Homura was so sure he would enjoy...

Well... he didn't exactly say tha-- ohhhh, gods... The boy's thought broke off abruptly as Homura succeeded in probing that hard-to-find spot deep inside him. He moaned, dimly aware he was being a bit too loud, but Homura didn't rebuke him as Sanzo might have. His fingers groped over the sheets, curling some in his fist as he shifted eagerly against the man, wanting nothing more than having him inside right then. If Homura could just hit that spot again... Goku shivered.

He whined softly when the presence left him; Homura seemed to find his reaction as ridiculous as he did. Goku flushed slightly, knowing what was coming next anyway, and Homura just chuckled softly in amusement before he placed himself at the boy's entrance, pushing into him.

"Ah..." He moaned breathlessly, twisting the sheets beneath him as the man slowly pressed him down harder into the mattress, making it difficult to breathe. "Gods..."

"Good," he dimly heard Homura murmur through his lust-hazed mind. Almost immediately the man began to move, hardly giving Goku any time to recover. Somehow it made him flush with excitement, sent blood pounding through his body as he arched back against the man, still moaning softly. He quickly found that his movements only leads to the hand on his head applying more pressure, pushing him until Goku was gasping for breath from something other than exertion.

"H-Homura," he panted, wincing as his chest felt crushed between the god's rough movements and the mattress. It was becoming so difficult to breathe; he suddenly understood why Homura had warned him, in his round-about way, that it would feel like he was dying. Being smothered against the mattress...

It was actually exciting. Despite the fact he had to focus on his breathing so much that he couldn't even speak aside from a few senseless moans, Goku felt his pulse beating wildly, his heart racing to keep up with the thrusting of Homura's hips.

"Ughn," he groaned, turning his head to the side. The movement helped him gulp in air a bit easier, but there wasn't much of a difference, especially with Homura increasing his speed so quickly. Goku clawed at the sheets, his cries rapidly growing higher in pitch until he found his release. When he did it was... completely indescribable.

When he was aware of himself he was sprawled across the bed, his chest heaving in attempt to suck something into his air-starved lungs. Goku blinked blurrily, trying to make sense of things. All he felt at the moment was a faint after-tingle...

"Well," he finally heard Homura say quietly. He was mildly surprised to find he had the strength to turn his head to the man, observing his expression. Homura seemed caught between amusement and thoughtfulness. "I don't... think I've ever made anyone pass out before..."

Goku stared, finally able to gasp softly, "No... way... I wasn't..."

Homura smirked. "You were out for a good few minutes until I got my breath back."

Embarrassed, the boy brought an arm up to cover his eyes, muttering. "Yeah... well..." Come to think of it, he was already catching his breath... which only served to prove Homura's observation. He huffed quietly, turning his head. The reaction drew a slight chuckle from the man.

"Well," Homura said after a little while. "What are we going to do about this?"

Goku frowned, though he didn't look back at him. "Do about what?" The man shifting against him was answer enough; his eyes widened as Homura's erection was made very well-known. He squirmed over on his back so he could look at him easier, features twisted with disbelief. "You didn't...?"

One eyebrow rose. "I didn't want to finish inside of an unconscious body."

The boy grimaced, deciding he could understand that. Homura seemed the type to have some weird fetishes, but necrophilia (or anything close to it) was far from one Goku would have imagined-- or would have liked to imagine.

After a moment of considering he smiled slightly, shifting until he was facing the man, running a hand down his chest. "Well... I guess I'm not too tired..." He leaned forward then, nipping gently at one of the god's nipples. Homura's slight but noticeable shiver pleased him; it made Goku feel better to know that Homura didn't just find doing him pleasing, but having Goku do things to him as well...

He made a soft moan, shifting so that he was half climbing onto the man, using his tongue to start licking places he was fairly certain he could get a good enough reaction from. Homura didn't voice any complaints, practically purring with delight as Goku moved up to his throat. The sound made him shudder a bit before he continued; Goku was too aware that he found the noise endearing, and right now that was the last sort of thought he needed on his mind.

Suddenly Homura grabbed him, pulling the boy up for a bruising kiss. Goku responded eagerly, hoping to get the previous thought out of his mind, pushing his leg between both of Homura's and pressing into his erection. The resulting moan was arousing. Already Goku could foresee another interesting, fun round.

"Just once," the man groaned, as though sensing Goku's underlying realization that he was still a bit tired. Homura moved to sit up, pulling Goku up with him and catching his earlobe with his teeth. Goku made a soft noise of pleasure, tilting his head a bit as Homura moved down his throat and to his collarbone.

"Just once more..."

- TBC -

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