Pairings: 39, 58

Warnings: Yaoi( - if you somehow get a negative reaction to yaoi, don't read this anymore… I am not responsible for anything that may happen to you while reading this…) Sexual hints

A/N: I just almost finished reading a Yu-Gi-Oh foursome fic if it wasn't for my sister…grrr… Anyways, I was thinking of maybe writing one too… that is after I finish, either "Once Upon a…" or "Hisoka?" and half way through this. But that's still a long way from now. Here are my replies to the reviews, which by the way is slowly decreasing… But I won't let that stop me…

Disclaimie: If I was that rich I would've owned them by now… lol... but I'm can't be considered rich… yet…

Of Crazy Innuendoes and the Accident

By: dream-eater-is-hungry(for reviews that is…)

Sanzo's POV:

I grunted. Why should I care if that baka gets love letters? From what I've heard, he's the most sought after boy in school so it's just natural that he'd get plenty of those. But when I just saw all those letters, I couldn't control myself. For some reason, it was as if something was boiling inside of me and was threatening to explode right then and there.

"Maybe that was because you were jealous…" my conscience sarcastically reasoned out.

"As if!" I retorted, taking my seat in the classroom, just as the bell had rung to signal the start of class.

Goku's POV

Shit. Shit. Shit. He must be angry with me right now. Whoa, rewind, why would he be angry? It's just letters. I get why I care so much about angering him but him getting angry over some stupid love letters is just a plain mystery. Wait a minute! Could it be possibly because, maybe, he has feelings for me? I do hope so.

Suddenly, the bell had rung. I quickly scrambled to my feet but the vice-principal, who was doing his rounds around the school, abruptly stopped me.

"Mr. Son Goku, I do believe this mess belongs to you, am I correct?" he stated.

I sweatdropped and nervously looked at the pile of letters scattered all over the floor. "Ummm… yes sir…" I answered meekly.

"If that is so, I advise that you clean it up before I give you detention for this…" he continued, his tone stern. And with that, he had gone about to continue his rounds.

When he was out of earshot, I sighed. I better do this as quickly as possible. I quickly gathered all the letters and stuffed them back into my locker. I'll deal with them later, right now, I'm late for my class.

I scurried to the classroom only a few feet away from my locker and slowly opened the door, peeking if the teacher had already arrived. Hopefully, his fortune would turn to his side and kami-sama would somehow make his oh-so-ever-punctual teacher of his late for his class.

"Mr Goku, nice of you to join us…"came the sarcastic comment from his sensei. I guess not.

I pushed opened the door, meeting my teacher's menacing glare. This made me gulp He hated it when one of his pupils were late.

"Why don't you take your seat, Mr. Goku," he suggested, his voice dipping with sarcasm. "Oh and by the way, you have detention this afternoon for being tardy in my class," he added as an afterthought.

I slumped into the hard wooden chair. This is definitely not my day. First, those letters and because of those, I get detention this afternoon.

Gojyo's POV.

I smirked. Yep, kami-sama is on our side today. I guess those times that I would cut classes paid off after all. I practically memorized the vice-principal's usual route around the school when he did his rounds. Plus, it was Goku's habit to return his textbooks in his locker after every class as they were extremely thick and made his backpack heavy. And since both Goku and I have exactly the same classes together, our Physics class today would always be after study hall. All I had to do was sneak out of study hall, stuff all those letters in the slots of Goku's locker, add it with some careful timing, and wa-la! Hakkai and I were able to fit the final pieces of our plan together. And Goku would never suspect that everything was all just a set-up. I'm a genuis!

Feeling as if someone was watching me, I glanced around the room. Then, I suddenly met Hakkai's gaze from across the room. I immediately felt my face flush up but I tried to cover it up by giving him a smile and a thumbs-up. That's when I saw it. I saw Hakkai finally smile, and it was a genuine smile at that. Gods, you look so beautiful with that smile on Hakkai. At that thought, I quickly turned away, hoping that Hakkai didn't see my reddening cheeks. What is the matter with me? Why can't I just walk up to him and tell him how I feel? But he might not feel the same way about me. Forget that last thought. I don't think I'll be able to take it, if Hakkai rejects me. I rather live and know that there might be a fifty-fifty chance that he may have feelings for me then to live knowing that he will never love me, at all.

Hakkai's POV

I felt my chest suddenly constrict. I should be happy. After all, Gojyo had just flashed me a smile, but suddenly, he had turned his back on me. I sighed. I pulled out a while envelope with Gojyo's name on it out my pocket and stared at it forlornly. After what had just transpired, I'm now uncertain whether or not I should drop this letter in his locker. I might just make a fool out of myself. He might see through my letter and figure out its me. Then I'll end up getting rejected and be the laughingstock of the school. Wait… since when did I care about what people think about me? I used to be picked on and laughed at for being a geek, but I never really cared until now that is. I guess I'd suddenly become so self-conscious, probably because I don't want Gojyo to see me as a geek and a nerd, or so I am often teased as. I guess you can say I want Gojyo to like me. I sighed for the nth time. I've decided. Screw the letter.

I was so lost in thought that I did not notice that the final bell had rung to signal dismissal. I only noticed when I noticed everyone packing his or her notebooks and pens. I quickly gathered up my belongings and hurriedly left, eager to get to the comforts of my home, away from Gojyo. And in my rush, I did not notice that the letter that I placed on top of my desk had fallen onto the floor, in plain sight.

Normal POV

Everyone had left the classroom. As Yumi1, who always sat at the very back row at the very last column, walked towards the front of the room where the exit was, she noticed something white in the corner of her eye. In her curiosity, she wormed her way in between the neatly lined desks and bent over to pick up the white envelope that she had seen. She turned it over and saw that it was addressed to Sha Gojyo.

"Well, I better give this to him then," she said out loud.

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Yumi raced to the school's entrance hoping to maybe catch upon Gojyo there. She had been scanning the crowd for him when she caught sight of his unmistakable red hair.

"Gojyo-sama!" she exclaimed, trying to catch his attention, as she tried to fight her way across the crowd to somehow get closer to him, "Gojyo-sama!"

Gojyo turned around at the mention of his name. "Oh, it's Yumi," he noticed. He waited for her to catch up. When she did, she was breathing heavily from dodging the crowd. "Yo, what's up," he greeted.

"I just… came… to give you this…" she said in between pants, holding out the letter to Gojyo, "I… found it… in the… English… classroom… on my way…. Out.

Gojyo took the letter and saw his name neatly printed on the outside. "Thanks," he said, flashing her a grin. "Let me treat you to ice cream or something sometime, okay? Ja!" he added before taking off to his house's direction.

Gojyo's POV

As I walked home, I couldn't help but wonder who was this letter from or what contained. I repeatedly turned the envelope over and over again, trying to figure out who would send this to me. Maybe it was Yumi, nah! From what I remember, she already has a boyfriend from another school. So who could it be? Well, there's only one way to find out. I ripped open the side of the envelope and pulled out a white piece of paper. I unfolded it and began reading its contents.

Dear Gojyo…

Goku's POV I trudged to room 601 where I'll be spending the next hour and a half of detention. Kami-sama must hate me for making this day a total hell. What did I do to ever deserve this? Maybe it's 'coz I fell in love with that Sanzo guy… yeah, maybe that's it. He's punishing me for loving someone of the same gender. After all, it is one of his commandments or something. Wait a minute, since when did I practice any religion for that matter? Who cares. All I know is kami-sama hates me for some reason and is punishing me. I stopped in my tracks and gave a small sigh. Well, detention, here I come. I slowly push open the wooden door and walked in. As I was about to hand my detention slip to the supervising teacher, I noticed a familiar face: Sanzo. There he was, reading a book, the warm afternoon sun casting a dim glow upon his face, making him seem like an angel right at that moment. I scanned the room and saw that there was only one more seat left: the seat beside Sanzo. I gulped. As much as this is a dream come true, this is not good considering the incident with the letters just before English class.

After much deliberation, I decided to go right ahead and take the seat. Maybe if I ignore him, he'll ignore me too. Yeah, that's right. And besides, I looked like an idiot just standing there in the middle of the room. Just as I was making my way to the seat, someone burst in the room. Uh-oh, more bad news: Homura.

He gave his slip to the teacher and turned his gaze to the classroom. For a moment, his eyes had locked into mine, a smirk forming across his lips. This wasn't good. Maybe I should give you a load down on why I am absolutely terrified of this guy. It's simple really: this guy has a crush on me. Not that I don't mind or anything, but he has a weird, not to mention perverted way, of expressing this. I remember, last Valentine's day, he snuck into the office and used the PA system to deliver his so-called Valentines to me. Ordinarily, I would've been flattered, but not when your admirer would dedicate a song for you and that song just happened to be "All Day Long, I Think About Sex." And much to my horror, he even sang along for everyone to hear.

"Hey Goku," Homura purred, snapping me out of my thoughts, "Oops, it looks like there's only one seat left…"

'Nice observation,' I thought, sarcastically.

"I know, we can share!" he exclaimed.

Uh-oh, I do not like the sound of this. Before I knew it, Homura was sitting at MY seat, with me sitting at HIS lap, his arms, snaked around my waist, holding me in place.

"Now isn't this comfortable, ne, Goku?" he said huskily.

I tried wriggling out of his hold but this only seemed to turn him on. I realized this when I heard a soft moan escape his lips. At the sound of it, I became tense. It looks like there's no way to get out of this. I turned to Sanzo, hoping that maybe he could help me, but it looked like he was too absorbed with his book to even realize what's happening. I am doomed.

Sanzo's POV

I could feel my veins threatening to explode. It took almost my entire will power to suppress this urge I have to tear this guy who had been flirting with Goku for almost the entire detention. Fortunately, I found that forcing myself to concentrate on my book was somewhat effective, if you call reading the same sentence for the nth time effective though. I looked at my wristwatch and saw that I only had 45 minutes left until I was home free.

'45 more minutes, Sanzo,' I thought to myself, 'you can do this'

Homura's POV

I couldn't take it anymore. Goku was trying to wriggle free but all he ended up doing was grinding his ass unto me, turning me on by the minute. Finally, I let out the mona that I had been suppressing for the past 5 minutes. Goku must've heard it for the next minute, he immediately stopped moving and his body tensed up.

'Hmmm… I know…" I thought, pleased by my idea.

"You know, you should unwind, Goku," I started, speaking loud enough for both Goku and that blonde beauty beside us who I would've without second thought, dragged to a nearby bathroom or closet. "You always seem so tense you know…" my voice trailed off as I begun to slowly skillfully knead his back.

At first, he seemed to tense up to my touch but he soon began to relax. I smirked to myself as I slowly went lower, earning myself a small moan of pleasure from the young brunette. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the blond scowling.

'Too bad," I thought, 'you had your chance, but you just threw it away…'

Sanzo's POV

This is getting out of hand. I don't care if Goku turns that guy on, for all I care. But it's a different matter if someone else tries to turn Goku on.

I tried burying myself in my book, hopeful that it'd be able to drown out the sounds of Goku's moans. Other people might've gotten turned on, hearing an utterly gorgeous guy moaning in pleasure, may it be caused by one's self or someone else but unfortunately, I am not one of those people. If Goku moans, it'd be because of me and only me!

I gritted my teeth out of frustration. I unconsciously curled my fingers into a fist, my fingernails digging deep into my flesh as I tried to supress this urge to tear this guy into pieces.

No such chance.

I was just about to pounce when suddenly the teacher stood up, announcing that detention is over and that we can leave. Finally! I quickly grabbed my bag and my book, and practically sprinted out of school.

'Go home, eat, take a nice long shower, homework, sleep and forget about everything that happened today…' I commanded myself, 'maybe some sleeping pills would help with the forgetting bit…'

Goku's POV

I felt myself in total bliss. This massage felt so good. Unconsciously, out of pleasure, I let out a small moan. Suddenly, I felt a warm breath over my neck, sending a chill down my spine.

"Relax…" I heard someone murmur.

'Sanzo…' I thought, imagining myself in a beach, with him massaging sunscreen unto my back, his skillful hands kneading lower and lower…

My fantasy was abruptly cut short when I felt something cold lapping at my earlobe. I almost jumped when I saw a mop of black hair out of the corner of my eye.

'Fuck, I forgot its Homura I'm with right now… not Sanzo!' I panicked.

I pushed him away and sent him the best glare I could come up with but my efforts only seemed to amuse him. "Fuck off…" I hissed as I wiped my earlobe clean.

"You want me to stop?" he asked, feigning surprise, "from what I remember, you were in total bliss just a few moments ago…"

I was about to give a retort when the teacher announced that we could leave. I almost jumped for joy. It meant that I had survived yet another one of Homura's ploys to claim me thought I had to admit, I did enjoy the massage earlier on. I only wished it was Sanzo doing the massaging, not Homura. Oh well. Only in my dreams I guess.

I hurriedly left the classroom, wanting to be as far away from Homura as possible. I raced out of the school entrance and ran across the school parking lot to retrieve my car. In my hurry, I did not notice a car approaching me and the driver must've not seen me, considering that I just ran across the lot and smack down the middle of the road because the next thing I knew, everything went black.

TBC

1 Yumi is a small insignificant OC…

A/N: Finally! Anyway, I need your opinion guys, is the fic too serious? Should I lighten it down a bit, maybe make it shorter and lessen the POV switches? "Coz in my opinion its too serious, it's too long and there're too much POV switches… I figured it makes the story less enjoyable that's all…