The stars, the real stars, were beyond beautiful. Genjo lay on top of his sleeping bag and stared at the sky through the fine black mesh of the tent's inner roof.

It's like I can almost touch them, he thought, raising a hand as if to pluck one from the sky. A mottled, white band spattered across the deep indigo of the night—the 'Milky Way', he remembered from his schoolbook—and even though he had seen a version of it projected on the frosted thermoglass of the Dome every night, seeing the real thing took his breath away.

A breeze made the trees sway above him as if in ritual dance, and Genjo felt the chill of it kiss his still-damp skin. After bathing in the river, he'd decided to sleep just wearing his boxer shorts; while the night was cool, the inside of the tent was warm, despite the mesh above him.

He heard a rustling nearby and tensed; there were so many new noises to assimilate. He would need to learn what were normal noises of the night, and what could be a sign of danger. He relaxed when he saw the Goku's spiky-mopped silhouette against the tent flap, illuminated by the lantern he carried.

Goku unzipped the fly and crawled inside, clad only in wildly patterned boxers. "Man, that water was cold! I forgot how cold washing in a stream could be." He glanced up at the mesh inner roof while he put the rest of his clothes on top of his pack. "I'm glad it was nice enough weather to leave this open. I want to sleep under the stars tonight."

Genjo grunted in agreement.

Goku switched off the lantern and put it away, but not before Genjo got an eyeful of toned, lean muscles. For a guy who'd spent the last five hundred years chained to a rock, Goku looked pretty damn good. Even in the dark, Goku's skin was faintly luminous, and Genjo found it amusing that the only patch of dark was Goku's shorts. As Goku crawled onto his sleeping bag, toward Genjo, in the tent's faint light Genjo could see the hunger in Goku's dark gaze.

Genjo stared at him, his gaze fixed on Goku's parted mouth, on that damn lower lip. He snaked a hand behind Goku's neck to tug him closer.

Their mouths met, and this time it was not a quick brush of lips, but a ravenous devouring filled with pent-up desire. Genjo pushed Goku onto his back, pressing their bodies close as he took Goku's mouth with demanding kisses. He groaned when their tongues met, pushing and sliding together, and as heat pooled in his groin Genjo felt himself harden.

He wanted more than kisses.

Goku's mouth was warm and pliant beneath his, and when Genjo moved on to kiss his throat Goku tilted his head back for easier access. Goku's eager submission was very arousing; he lay sprawled beneath Genjo, legs spread in invitation, offering his body up for Genjo's pleasure.

Offering…

Genjo stilled as a horrible thought occurred to him.

Goku frowned at him. "What is it? Why'd you stop?"

"You're just doing this because you're grateful I freed you," he said. He tried to roll off of Goku, but Goku held him fast.

Goku laughed. "You're silly. I'll always be grateful," he said, and he leaned up to kiss Genjo's chin. "But this? I'm here, kissing you, because you're sexy as hell and I want you to fuck me." He rocked against Genjo's thigh. "Would I be this hard if I didn't want you?"

Genjo glanced down between them and realized that at some point during their passionate exchange of kisses, the shameless little shit had shimmied off his shorts and was now naked beneath him. Goku's hard length bumped against Genjo's cotton-clad hip.

Goku kissed him again, his hands tugging at Genjo's shorts, and moments later Genjo was naked too.

"Greedy brat," Genjo said, reaching down to press his palm against Goku's generous erection.

Goku groaned. "Yeah, I'm greedy," he said. "I haven't been laid in five hundred years." He bucked up against Genjo's hand.

Genjo gave him a squeeze, which earned him another, frustrated groan. "Keep the noise down, I don't want the other two hearing us. Besides, do you want to end up coming in five seconds?"

"Hell, no."

"Then slow the fuck down." Genjo started to slowly stroke him, enjoying the way Goku struggled to keep himself under control. But Goku ended up coming anyway.

"Lightweight," Genjo murmured against Goku's skin.

"F-five hundred years, remember?"

Genjo snorted softly, and slipped his hand further between Goku's legs.

"C'mon, c'mon," Goku gasped.

"Patience," Genjo said. "Five hundred years, remember?" Time aside, Goku's frame was smaller and Genjo didn't want to hurt him. His efforts paid off minutes later when he entered Goku, pushing inside him until he was buried in tight heat, and when he began to move the only sounds Goku made were those of pleasure.

"Oh, yeah," Goku breathed, his voice low and husky, "oh, yeah, just like that."

"Shush," Genjo murmured against Goku's mouth. He savored Goku's hushed, breathy moans, the wanton way Goku rocked up against him, and the scrape of Goku's teeth along his collarbones. Goku's energy spread throughout him, and the warmth of it amplified the pleasure Genjo took from moving in and out of the exquisite tightness of Goku's willing, eager body. He stifled a groan when his climax rose up and surged through him, and through the haze of his orgasm he heard Goku's barely-muffled moans as Goku came again.

Genjo wasn't sure how long they continued to lay joined together, while their panting breaths mixed with the rustling of leaves and the buzz of insect-song. Their kisses were languid, a slow exploration of each other's mouths that they hadn't bothered with earlier. Genjo swiped his tongue along Goku's throat, enjoying the salty taste of Goku's sweat while Goku's hands traveled lazily up Genjo's spine and meandered back down, mapping its hills and valleys with his fingers before returning to possessively cup Genjo's ass.

The night air on his sweaty skin began to get uncomfortably chilly, and Genjo eased out and reached for their still-damp washcloths. He tossed one to Goku and they quickly cleaned themselves up, and then they worked on zipping their sleeping bags together.

Goku paused as he watched Genjo fiddle with the zipper, and then he reached for Genjo's hand. "Look," he said, "you're glowy like me now."

Genjo stared at his hand, and then at the rest of his body. Sure enough, a faint, golden light emanated from his skin, and he could still feel the lingering remnants of Goku's energy tickling inside him, mingling with his own power. "I guess that's a side effect of 'direct access,'" he said wryly. He hoped it was not permanent; having to explain his sudden luminescence to Hakkai and Gojyo would be more than a little embarrassing.

Goku snorted, his shoulders shaking as he tried to muffle his laughter. He leaned over and kissed Genjo's bare shoulder. "Access me again," he whispered against Genjo's skin, and then he scooted onto his hands and knees. "Come on, you know you want to." He swayed his hips suggestively.

Genjo knew that if he had any sense, he would tell Goku they should just go to sleep, because they still had a half day's hike to get to their destination. But Goku's pose was very provocative, especially when he shifted to rest on his elbows, and the tantalizing sight made Genjo more than ready. Genjo trailed his fingertips over the knobby line of Goku's spine, and then he swept his hand over the curve of Goku's ass. "Hmm… I thought you said you wanted to sleep under the stars tonight."

Goku's grin was bright in the rising moonlight. "Yeah, but fucking under the stars is a lot more fun."

Genjo had to agree.