Heh... spent about an hour squinting at Minekura's site 'Nitro' and trying to recognise some kanji and plugging everything into the Google translator... which is a VERY BAD IDEA. They translated 'Saiyuki' as 'Most playing description'... (which actually kind of makes sense when you consider the kanji, but STILL. Jeez.)

I have to wonder quite why Tokyopop licensed Bus Gamer, considering that it's pretty much frozen/discontinued (sadly enough). I'd also like to know if anyone knows anything about Minekura's latest manga, 'Honeycomb'. I confess myself to be curious, having looked at some pics.

Disclaimer: Saiyuki isn't my property etc etc etc...

Everyone needs to listen to the theme/trailer song from Sin City. It's so fantastic. ...and the movie. So good. But anyway.

BRIEF LEMON HERE. Extra-long chapter in honor of the smut. XD

And FINALLY, cyber-cookies to tigermink and backupsystem for guessing the purpose of the newspaper.

Sound of the Night

Chapter 11: Only My Sun

Each of the Sanzo-ikkou had their own very important individual skills.

Hakkai was good at pretending nothing was out of the ordinary.

Sanzo was good at pretending he didn't care.

Gojyo was good at distracting everyone from the real issues at hand.

And Goku... well, Goku was the one who actually got things done.

Unfortunately, dealing with the other three was something akin to juggling torches that were lit on both ends. It was very easy to burn yourself, but had to keep the flames burning at all costs – because if they went out, that would mean that the show was over.

And this show was far, far from over.

Goku had known for a long time what Sanzo meant to him. Sanzo's position in his mind had migrated from savior to caretaker to friend, always remaining in the centre of Goku's world.

There had come a point when Goku had found himself wanting more, but one thing had stopped him from acting: Sanzo wasn't ready. Perhaps Sanzo would never be ready. Sanzo had given Goku more than he had asked for and Goku wasn't going to demand more from someone who was unwilling, unable to give it.

Goku had been satisfied with the knowledge that Sanzo had belonged to him: His world, his sun, his Sanzo.

Unfortunately, Goku had been wrong.

Goku now realized that Sanzo's physical relationship with Hakkai had been almost completely meaningless, but then it had been devistating. And it had made him realize one thing: Sanzo belonged to nobody.

Goku planned to make Sanzo his, at whatever cost. He couldn't stand to be anything less than first in Sanzo's eyes.

Goku approached Sanzo from both angles, both sexual and emotional, wet from the shower and perfectly open. He knew Sanzo deeper than anybody else, even Hakkai. Goku knew what Sanzo felt by almost pure instinct, smelling his lust and fear and hurt and maybe something else wafting off his skin. He knew that Sanzo would not be able to reject him. Sanzo needed him.

The words fell off his tongue easily, as if they had been waiting there since he had emerged from his rocky prison to say them. He saw Sanzo tense, breathing quickly, eyes avoiding Goku's face. Sanzo's hands clenched on the sides of his chair, white-knucked. Sanzo was scared and would die rather than admit it. Sanzo was terrified and wouldn't admit it to himself even if he could have. Sanzo would not move.

Goku stepped forward once more untl his feet were placed on either side of Sanzo's chair and he leaned forward to meet Sanzo's lips with his own. After a pause, Sanzo responded harshly, almost biting in his intensity. Sanzo's newspaper slid off his lap to the side and he was painfully exposed. Goku's hand touched Sanzo's side and travelled down, slowly, to –

A powerful shove threw Goku to the floor. Sanzo was breathing heavily, the chair on its side and Sanzo was standing as far from Goku as the room permitted. His gaze was locked on Goku with something even Goku found difficult to read in the monk's eyes.

"Don't. Even. Start." Sanzo forced a chopped emphasis after each word.

"Too late." Goku sat on the floor, neck craned back to look at Sanzo's face. The boy looked like something between a kicked puppy and a man who would walk to the end of the world tomorrow and not look back. That look hammered iron nails into Sanzo's chest. He welcomed the feeling; it was better than the wanting.

Goku. No. He couldn't. Never.

Goku got slowly to his feet and began to stalk towards Sanzo. Both of them counted each step.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Goku's hand rested on Sanzo's chest. Sanzo felt the edge of his bed on the back of his calves. Before Sanzo could resume rational thought he had been pushed backward onto the bed, Goku hovering over him, hands on either side.

"Get up." Sanzo growled. Goku said nothing. "I mean it. MOVE!"

Goku shook his head and lowered his face until it was inches from Sanzo's. "I'm not moving. I'm not leaving. I'm staying right here with you."

The unspoken word hovered between them. Always.

"I want you to be with me. Me alone!" Goku's fist raised up and hit the blankets beside Sanzo's head with a pillowy thunk. "Before it was enough for me. But not now. I want – I need you to promise yourself to me."

Sanzo would have chuckled nervously, had he been capable of mirth. "You want me to do that? You think you can own me?"

"I will make you mine." With that hoarse whisper Goku's mouth descended the final inch and claimed Sanzo's lips once more. The kiss was sloppy, boyish, desperate. For Sanzo it held the intensity of a supernova.

Goku was hot and slick, pressing against Sanzo with a contagious fever that filled every part of Sanzo's body. They twined and tangled, clothing peeled off with a painful slowness. Sanzo felt himself sliding off the bed to the carpeted floor, the cold steel frame of the bed shocking his back and pressing his body further towards Goku.

The boy – no, he wasn't a boy, gods, not at all – pulled Sanzo completely to the floor beneath him and hammered the monk's flesh with his kisses, starting at the neck and travelling lower. Sanzo smothered a moan as he felt Goku enveloping him and he flailed with his arms to grasp the cool edge of the bed, his anchor to steady him against the rocking motions he felt his own body performing without his permission.

Before Sanzo could find release Goku had stopped and was sliding his hands between Sanzo's thighs. Sanzo's mind was saying, no no no but his body was screaming yes yes yes and the former was painfully overridden with a gasp and a wet thrust.

Sanzo bit his bottom lip until it bled so as not to make a single noise. He could feel Goku's arms locked around his neck and Goku's hands threading through his hair but that was all secondary to the building pressure and the tight motions where Goku's body was joined with his own.

Then everything vanished for a moment as he came. Goku was saying something incomprehensible and burying his face into Sanzo's heaving chest.

They lay there for an impossibly long moment, Sanzo feeling the heat around him and inside of him, wet with sweat and semen.

Then he asked himself just what had they done.

Yay for seme Goku.

Note to self: Watch out for typing 'wank' instead of 'walk'.