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Such a Game	By : Illianaka Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 2140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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:: Such a Game ::

Gensomaden Saiyuki

Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki. All rights go to Minekura Kazuya. No profit is being made of this.

Rating: 18+

Pairings: reversible Goku/Homura; implied Goku+Gojyo and Goku+Sanzo

Warnings: language, shounen ai/yaoi, explicit smut

Notes: �Written for� 30_kisses and the theme #18. (In quotation marks, because this was written for fun, but just so happened to fit the challenge.) In reality, written for my lovely Becky and her oral fixation. X3 Enjoy.

Lust.
More by sensations than actual knowledge did he identify the feeling. It was the smell of saltwater; the tingling thrill that spread through every nerve until it reached the tips of his fingers and toes. Lust was the sound of a contented cat after being fed. And it looked like raindrops clinging to a glass window at dusk.
Goku had no idea what it tasted like. But now, for the first time, the burning desire for it was gnawing at him. Hungry. He was absolutely starving for it, but what frustrated him was that it was so much more difficult to obtain this... whatever he needed, because he knew it didn�t necessarily have to be sex... than it was to go out to the market and buy a serving of noodles.
And he knew if he didn�t find out soon � chase down some form of this elusive taste, try it, see if it filled him up or left him emptier than ever � he was going to go insane.
Goku had never had a pleasant experience with losing his mind.
Even as the overwhelming hunger hit, he was already sifting through his options. Gojyo had been his first obvious (very, very obvious) choice. At the same time, he had also been the first option Goku had turned down. Like hell he would ask the kappa to slake his thirst. (And once the hunger had transformed into thirst, Goku knew he was in trouble. Anybody could last a few days without eating�even him. But without liquid to parch him, to wash and cleanse and purify, he was in trouble.)
Hakkai, he had decided next. Hakkai was his next most likely choice, because Hakkai wouldn�t laugh. He would explain. Not give a hands-on demonstration � somehow, the idea almost made Goku lose his appetite � but at least he would be helpful. But that, too, was rejected, because if Hakkai knew, somehow Gojyo would find out, because they were just close like that. Or worse, Sanzo.
Sanzo.
Sanzo was the least obvious choice�to anyone who didn�t know him. But a few knew better. He should have turned to Sanzo first, simply approached him and told him what he wanted. The priest was used to that; it wasn�t often that Goku took him by complete surprise. And then there were two ways he could respond: by smacking the boy, or by complying. At least, secretly, Goku always hoped he would comply. One day.
But not now. Because Sanzo wasn�t a good choice, either. Nobody in their group was the right choice, absolutely no one. They were all too tight-knitted, whether they wanted to admit it or not. And Goku was a horrible liar. All they had to do was look him in the eye, and they�d know. They�d just know. No amount of protesting would convince them otherwise, either.
It was this train of thought that lead him as far as it did. Within a few simple minutes (contrary to popular belief, Goku did have a brain, and he did use it more often than not) he came to the conclusion that there was only one person he could trust. Only one would keep his secret unto death�and, on top of that, have the ability to confuse anyone who questioned him; or at the very least, lead them astray.
That was why, at this moment, he was facing off with his strongest adversary.
And this battle was certainly far different than any other.
Their current position was not proving ideal for Goku�s needs. Yet every time he reminded himself of this, another firm squeeze against the hardness in his jeans lead his thoughts astray. Goku hissed. The thing that controlled him � the lust thing, the concept that now smelled heady and dizzying and felt slick like water on skin � insisted that no, this wasn�t the way. He needed more; this wouldn�t do.
But his partner was not agreeing with his body.
�Because, Son Goku,� a silken murmur in his ear sounded. Warm breath caressed him, causing the hairs on his arms and neck to rise as he was forced to realize just how sensual this man was. �Even in lust, there is such a game called foreplay.�
Perhaps it was this game � foreplay � that made the tightening in his jeans feel unbearably wonderful. Always before, Goku had struggled with having an erection; it always seemed so random, and to occur at the most inconvenient time. Right when Gojyo would look to him for entertainment, sometimes; or in the middle of a fight, when he couldn�t afford to split his attention between his enemies and the goddamned restriction of his pants. Yet when it was a game, when it wasn�t so random or unexpected, it felt... good. Blissful, even, in the way craving for dessert at the start of a main course was like. Sweet anticipation.
But the desire to pry free of the man�s ministrations and inflict his own �foreplay� on him was far more confusing. Goku knew there was only one way to find out what lust tasted like... yet, somehow, it felt strange to think of it as simply tasting out of curiosity. And maybe it could be blamed on foreplay, but he wanted to hear his partner. Because when Homura touched him, he couldn�t bite back the moans caught in his throat�and he had to, had to hear him make the same noises. Already his definition of the feel and smell of lust had changed. Sound was something he had yet to confirm for himself.
The woods around them was as private as any inn room would be; more so, even, because both knew very well no one could hear them, should they keep their voices controlled. While the bark digging into his back was surely more uncomfortable than any bed, Goku was still pleased with it. A stroke of genius came to him as he hungrily bit and nibbled Homura�s chest. (And, he hated to admit, such epiphanies were as rare as many believed.)
His position was not as inconvenient as he had previously believed.
His fingers fumbled with the god�s belt, and all the while he cursed the existence of whoever had created such an annoying contraption. Beneath his touch, Homura tensed�whether out of alarm or pleasurable expectation, Goku wasn�t sure. But as he finally worked the strap out of the buckle, the man�s words came back to him.
All along, they had been an invitation for him to play. Goku felt stupid for not seeing it, and his face burned with the embarrassment. But he kept his head ducked, hoping against hope Homura had not seen. Thankfully, if he had, the man chose not to comment.
Instead, Goku was rewarded with a low hum � the sound of faint pleasure, the spark of lust � as he returned his attention to the man�s chest. Finding a nipple to suck on made it that much more difficult to concentrate on the button and zipper that were left, but the results, he dimly knew, were somehow more rewarding. A faint hiss escaped the man. He arched slightly under the wet touch.
The image in Goku�s mind was far more erotic than he would have previously believed. Who would be turned on by their adversary pressing into their touch, silently encouraging even as the adversary�s hands did not cease wandering? And who in their right mind would find the idea of their opponent�s eyes half-closed in pleasure, mouth slightly parted and strands of hair falling in their eyes, painfully arousing?
Goku did.
And it was because they were adversaries � due to the fact they were fighters and understood the necessities on a battlefield � that the boy knew not to insist on the complete removal of Homura�s jeans. If nothing else, Homura had taught him to prepare for the unexpected�or, as the case may be, to do his best to prevent damage from the unexpected.
That was why, though it somewhat disappointed him, he didn�t pull the material any lower than Homura�s mid-thighs. From the slight pressure against his head, it seemed the man approved.
Pleased with himself, Goku slid his hands up to the man�s sides, reveling in the dampness the thin layer of sweat brought. Homura�s flesh seemed smoother beneath it, slicker; the way the perspiration highlighted muscle wasn�t something to complain about, either. As the brunette lowered himself to his knees, he couldn�t bring himself to let his mouth leave off. He nipped and licked thin trails down the man�s abdomen; above him, Homura hissed softly with each nip. Soon both hands were stroking Goku�s hair, smoothing out the tangles while making the mess even wilder.
Then as Goku trailed his tongue over a sharp hipbone, the man hissed, �Gods, yes....�
And Goku knew that had been his implicit permission.
Though the lust was compelling him, demanding he go lower and do what he had come here for, there was that other strange compulsion that made him put it off; the reminder of the �game� that was required. Yet, though it had seemed set as a rule, Goku felt nothing forcing him to comply. He simply wanted to grasp Homura�s hips, to rub the hard bone beneath his palms as he tasted more of the man�s stomach. Salty, as to be expected�and yet he couldn�t get enough.
He was still a child, he supposed. Goku had to explore. So he did, by dipping his tongue into the shadow of Homura�s navel. A short, sharp gasp sounded above him; pleased. Much to Goku�s disappointment, one of the strong hands left his hair. But it was not gone. He could sense where it was; pressing into the rough bark of the tree behind him, giving Homura balance for what they both knew was to come.
Rubbing his thumb over the man�s hip, Goku gave in to temptation. He licked a short line above Homura�s navel, returning to exploring the soft shadows making up the contours of the man�s muscles. Only this time, he went in the opposite direction, downward, all the way down, until the scent of lust hovered strongly beneath his nose.
Then, digging the tips of his fingers into flesh, Goku dared a brief taste. Just a tiny lick; just at the very tip of Homura�s arousal, where it was most red and swollen and compelling. And he knew, without being told, merely by the teasing hint on the tip of his tongue, that this wasn�t all. There was more to be found, to be sampled�and the greedy, gluttonous child within him wanted it. All of it.
From the erotic tightening of the fingers in his hair, Homura didn�t seem to have any objections. So Goku drew back a fraction, licked his lips, and moved forward to suck the head into his mouth. Above him, Homura�s breath caught. In his mouth, as one of his hands slid down to curl around what he did not taste, the man throbbed heatedly.
Homura�s breath escaped in a low moan that spread through Goku�s body and to the tip of every nerve. The confinement in his own jeans pulsated in protest; he, too, wanted attention lavished on him. But this was what he wanted more than anything: to lick, to suck, to tease and relish. The savor of lust.
Instinct and the mere movements of what he himself liked were what guided him. Goku parted his mouth so that, rather than applying pressure, he was just breathing. Breathing and tasting, flicking his tongue out to catch every small sample. Closing his lips over the head, pulling back until his mouth left off in slick slowness as he fingered the length of hardness in his hand. Though focused on the heat at his lips, Goku saw from the edges of his vision that Homura was no longer able to stand perfectly straight. He was leaning over the brunette, until strands of hair brushed his abdomen; using the tree as support and Goku as another support entirely.
With warm, heady breath washing over the nape of his neck and down his back, Goku became aware of the man�s subtle panting. Thrilled by the reaction alone, he sank down until his thighs almost touched his calves. Changing his hold on the man�s hardness, Goku eyed the swollen vein with animalistic intent. He left a wet trail, slowly, from tip to base, then in reverse, reveling in the pants that turned into low, breathy moans.
�Yes,� Homura whispered again, his voice hoarsened by lust. �That is....� He trailed off, short of breath, and settled for another flex of his fingers; signaling his need.
Goku knew. And he understood. But he was not finished. He had become caught up in the game of foreplay, where such a game proved to be more exciting than the possible outcome. His heart thudded against his chest, in his ears and wrists; almost every pulse point in his body felt raw and alive.
Besides, he believed he had nearly found the man�s weakness. He had to have one; even Homura had flaws, he was sure (if a physical sexual weakness could be called a �flaw�). His mouth remained on the man, his tongue probing against the underside of him, just above the vein, and his hands....
Goku squeezed Homura; lightly, without vicious intent, but drawing a reaction close to what he had been seeking. The man gasped, changing the sound into a hiss as he clenched his teeth halfway through. He could feel Homura�s heart racing in his palm. Flexing his wrist, Goku rubbed the tip of his thumb along the length of hardness, smearing a small amount of Homura�s evident arousal. Then, because he couldn�t leave even that little bit alone, he swept his tongue under the man�and drew out an uncontrolled groan.
Shivering with lust, satisfied in all ways but one, Goku rose fully onto his knees again and took Homura back into his mouth. This time he did not leave off. The taste was strong again, taunting him. And he had to know.
He continued to turn his hand, twisting his wrist and rubbing his fingers against the man�s base. But the rest of Homura, he deep-throated. He took Homura in completely, as far as he could allow himself to, and swallowed continuously; signifying his own need. The concept of choking never once occurred to him�neither, it seemed, to Homura. The man had enough sense stitched to keep from thrusting, though Goku knew from the twitching in his hips and fingers told of how desperately he wanted to unravel.
And in reality, Goku almost wanted him to, if only to see how well he could handle it.
Homura was almost completely doubled over him; loud, needy gasps torn from him, as well as moans he tried to control but clearly could not. All that encouraged Goku to do was increase his pace, to pump his hand in short strokes that only drew out louder groans. It was just....
�Goku.�
Just incredibly arousing.
Though nothing in the rules spoke of or against it, Goku had difficulty choking back the moan that reverberated in his throat. That achieved what he had been striving for all along. With a final cry, barely louder than any of his previous moans, Homura spilled himself into Goku�s eagerly awaiting mouth.
And to Goku, it was just like drinking deeply. He pulled back enough to swallow the liquid; tangy and bitter and salty all at once, sliding down the back of his tongue and trickling down his throat. He thought, This is what it tastes like. Lust.
Finally, when there was nothing left, he had to pull away. Handling Homura gingerly � he was no stranger to how sensitive flesh could become after such intense ministrations � Goku knelt so he was sitting on his ankles. Eyes half-closed in pleasure, he ran his tongue over his lips and teeth, all the while listening to Homura struggle to regain his breath.
The scents of lust and salt were still strong. And Goku was still hungry, though surprised to find himself craving a different kind of attention.
He was brought back to reality with a light tugging of his hair. Tilting his head back, he gazed up at Homura, admiring the flushed cheeks, darkened eyes, and subtle smirk playing on his lover�s lips. This, he knew, was what lust looked like.
Homura tugged again, more insistently this time, and Goku finally followed. He pushed himself back to his knees, stumbling back against the tree. Homura took the initiative, finding an opening to press his lips against Goku�s, probing gently with his tongue in askance. A small kiss; a little hint of what he tasted like. The idea piqued Goku�s interest more than it should have. He immediately obliged, groaning as his lover sought out the strongest of flavors.
It was so strange to a teenager, who did not like to share what he was to consume. But this, too, was fulfilling in a strange way. Goku whimpered and clutched at Homura�s arms.
In response, Homura gently bit down on his lip. Then, nibbling on the flesh beneath it, he uttered in a hoarse whisper, �Because there, too, is such a rule called �reciprocation.� �
With a knowing smirk, Homura sank down to take over his lover�s previous position. And as he unleashed enough pleasure to make the boy fumble for equilibrium, Goku understood completely.
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