Disclaimer: Saiyuki does not belong to me.

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Goku's mind was in a mess. A terrible, terrible mess. It had all started a few nights ago when Sanzo had disappeared and then mysteriously appeared again. Goku had tried asking him more than once, what exactly had happened, but Sanzo still remained adamant about letting him know. On top of things, his guardian had been acting quite strangely, very unlike the normal Sanzo that Goku knew and loved.

Of course, Sanzo was Sanzo, and Goku would love him no matter what. That was what Goku had been repeating again and again in his frazzled mind; it was what he had been grasping onto so desperately since Sanzo had begun treating him…differently.

It seemed that Sanzo just couldn't keep his hands off Goku lately. Kissing Goku's already bruised lips had seemed to become a favourite pastime of the golden-haired monk. And it didn't end there, shit no. Sanzo had suddenly developed a sudden interest in broad-daylight-fucking.

He even had to put up with Hakkai's and Gojyo's constant worried glances and muted conversations each time they had to stop Hakuryuu because Sanzo's libido had gotten the better out of him yet again.

Under normal circumstances, Goku wouldn't have minded the smallest bit, but in this case, it was different. Because it hurt. Badly. He always bled afterwards, and to Goku it seemed that his opening was going to be forever torn. That was not all. For every time Sanzo touched him, his head would scream out that this was totally wrong. That this wasn't the way it was supposed to be.

But how could he be sure? What if this was the true Sanzo? That the Sanzo he once knew was just a brief illusion- an illusion to deceive him?

And did Sanzo want him that bad? Was he that satisfying? Sure, as Goku remembered, they were times when Sanzo would watch him with lust filled eyes, as his hands traveled all over his tanned body, teasing him in a way that Goku found so very arousing. But it wasn't like that anymore. Sanzo just saw what he wanted, and he took it. Painfully. At the rate they were going, wouldn't Sanzo soon get tired of him?

A small, tired part of Goku's mind that had already given up hope said, yes, yes Sanzo wouldsoon get tired of him, and then he wouldn't have to endure all of this torture day in, day out. That part of his minds was growing larger, every time Sanzo fulfilled his needs.

Goku clamped his eyes shut as his hands gripped Sanzo's golden hair tightly, his knuckles almost white. Tears streamed down his face and onto the ground, where he lay in the nude. He was worn out and very exhausted, and to top it all, he felt used. Sanzo hadn't been any gentler this time, and here he was, still on top on him, licking of Goku's semen from the latter's tanned stomach.

Goku'e eyes snapped open when he felt another presence appear. Why must it be that there's some idiot bastard who wants to actually watch my pride being stripped off by my very own lover?

Homura's presence floated into Goku's muddled mind. He was really going to lose it now.

Of the people on this earth, why must it be him? He who offered me a better life, a life of protection, a life of promised love…

Goku heard Homura let out a low growl, laced with pure loath and hatred. What was that for?

That almost sounds like Sanzo when he caught that youkai trying to touch me, just a few weeks back…

Goku would have laughed out loud at the sheer stupidity of that thought, if only his ass didn't hurt so much.

Sanzo seemed to be taken aback by Homura's sudden appearance- he immediately got off Goku's lithe body and grabbed his robes, leaving Goku fully exposed to the eyes of the world.

"Homura you fucking son-of-a-bitch!" Homura suddenly hollered. Goku blinked, as he got up into a sitting position. He was so very tired, and he wasn't thinking properly, or else the fact that his arch-enemy was staring at him strangely would have been enough reason for him to go beet-red and immediately dress. Pronto. And why was Homura cursing himself, anyway?

Goku's clothes suddenly smacked him in his face, causing him snap out from his daydream-like state. "Put your clothes on, Goku", Sanzo's voice cut in smoothly.

Goku only nodded, and pulled up his jeans. His mind concluded that if he didn't talk much, there was a small possibility that Sanzo might not see the need to bruise his already damaged lips. Fat hope, Son Goku.

Goku noted that Homura had unsheathed his flame-sword, and he absently mused of how he had once thought that weapon as totally awesome, until of course until Homura began his very obvious moves on poor unsuspecting him.

Sanzo's hands were on top of both of his shoulders, putting him in front of the monk. That's weird, where's Sanzo's gun?

True, Sanzo's gun did not work on the fighting god, but usually that did not stop Sanzo from firing a few shots at the kami anyway. To help stress levels, or something like that.

"Well well well…what do we have here?" Sanzo suddenly spoke, his voice an eerie calm. "Homura Taishi himself?"

Goku gazed at Homura, his nyoibo ready in his hand. There was something off about Homura, for one, Homura was scowling heavily at them, and his mismatched eyes spoke of promised death. Gone were the amused looks and arrogant smirks.

"Goku's mine, you fucking bastard. I suggest you keep your filthy hands off him", Homura said, his voice also laced with cold anger that sounded so very unlike him.

Goku opened his mouth to reply that no, he did not belong to him, when Sanzo cut him off. "Things change, Homura, try to keep up, would you?"

Sanzo sounded almost smug. "Goku loves me, he would never change his mind about that."

Homura then pointed his flame-sword at Sanzo, as he took step forward. "Then why even bother with this?" Homura gestured his other hand at the both of them. "Why go through all the trouble is you're so goddamned sure?"

Am I missing something here?

Goku pulled away from his guardian, as Homura advanced closer. He did not like just standing there; it made him feel too vulnerable.

"What are you talking about?" Goku asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. He gazed at Sanzo expectantly, his eyes acting as a mirror, showing his open confusion.

"Goku."

Goku practically jumped out of his skin when Homura's deep voice floated just inches away from his ear. He hadn't noticed how close they actually were until now.

"Don't sneak up on me like that!" Goku yelled, his cheeks tinged with a tell-tale shade of red. The way Homura had said his name…it was filled with unspoken affection…the same way Sanzo used to speak to him- that special tone used only for Goku.

Homura gripped Goku's chin, bringing his face closer. Goku's heartbeat doubled its rhythm as he saw the swirling emotions in those mismatched eyes. What was Homura trying to tell him? Why was he even allowing Homura to touch him like that?

Homura closed his eyes, an unreadable expression crossing his features. He brought Goku's face even closer to his own, so close that they're foreheads were against each other..

Goku's own eyes fluttered close, as his body relaxed. Questions were popping up in his head- why was he doing this, why was Homura doing this, where was Sanzo, what was Sanzo doing; the list just went on and on.

Call it a gut instinct, but Goku just couldn't bring himself to pull away from Homura's sinful touch, as the latter wrapped his arms around Goku in a warm, comforting embrace. He let out a sigh of contentment, and slipped his own hands around Homura's waist.

Why does this feel so right? Goku was unable to provide a logical answer.

Images were suddenly bombarding his brain. They were jumbled up, and did not make any sense at all. There was Sanzo, and Homura, Sanzo was chained, Sanzo was in pain, and….

Sanzo is Homura and Homura is Sanzo.

Goku's eyes snapped open, and he finally understood. He didn't know how he understood, or how this piece of knowledge lodged itself in his mind, it just happened. He couldn't explain it. But some things in life have cannot be explained, and that's how it was for Goku.

Gazing into Homura's, no, Sanzo's mismatched eyes, Goku let the events of the past few days play back in his mind. Yes, everything made sense now. Everything was as clear as crystal.

The sudden realization was almost too much for the young earth spirit. So that's why I thought Sanzo was acting too strange lately…

All this while…it was actually Homura…

Goku forcefully pushed back those soul-shattering thoughts into the depths of his mind. He would not think about that right now. About how he was hurt, humiliated, stripped off his dignity, how he was used…

He pulled back from Sanzo's embrace as he faced Homura, who had the spirit-ascending gun aimed at them. No, he would take care of that later. Right now, he had even more important things to handle.

He summoned nyoibo once again, as he narrowed his eyes dangerously. "I'm coming, Homura!" he yelled, and charged.

Homura dodged, as his leg came out and kicked Goku right in his abdomen. Goku let out a grunt of pain. Even after weeks of battling with the fighting god, Goku was still unable to predict his movements, and he hated himself for that.

"Now, now, Son Goku," Homura said, the corners of his mouth curving into a smirk. "You wouldn't want to hurt your precious Konzen's body, would you?"

Goku stopped himself just in time from swinging his staff around. He would have snapped off the man's head if he hadn't been listening.

Homura was right, Goku realized angrily. If he did manage to kill Homura, there was surely no chance of them ever switching back. And yet if he didn't, Homura might take the opportunity to kill Sanzo.

With his mind going around in circles, Goku moved back to where Sanzo was. His guardian had just evaded a shot from Homura, using his sword as a shield. He did not trust his supposed god-like abilities to be fired at openly, what if that required a technique as well? Sanzo wasn't about to take the chance to find out.

"Sanzo what should I do?" Goku frantically asked.

"How the fuck should I know?" came the heated reply as Sanzo dodged another round of shooting.

Hakkai and Gojyo burst into the scene, both looking totally shocked as they took in their current happenings.

"What the fuck is going on!"

Surely, even to an erokappa, the sight of Goku by Homura Taishi's side while Genjo Sanzo continued to fire at them was totally insane. It did not make sense at all.

"They switched bodies!" Hakkai exclaimed, being the less ignorant of the two.

Gojyo shook his head, blood colored strands of hair sweeping silkily over his broad shoulders. "We leave the both of you alone for mere minutes, and this is what happens?" Gojyo said. "Shame on you, corrupted monk!"

Sanzo opened his mouth to give an acidic reply, when Shien and Zeon chose that very moment to appear.

"Looks like the party has just started", Zeon said, readying his machine gun.

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"How could you think that I would ever love you?"

The words pierced through Homura's heart like a sharpened blade. He was still trying to figure out Goku's and Konzen's little physic bond. How else could Konzen tell Goku about the switch? And to think, Goku actually believed Konzen.

To think, his plan had been fool-proof. There were to be no mistakes, no bloopers, but here he was, battling against Goku and Konzen, in his body.

How the fuck did Konzen escape, anyway? He didn't actually under-estimate the amethyst eyed man, did he?

The situation that he was in proved that yes indeed, he had under-estimated the whole thing. There was more to Goku and Konzen that met the eye, he was sure of it now, as hard as it was to admit it.

True, Goku wouldn't dare physically hurt him, for fear of permanently damaging his master's fine, fine body.

But emotionally, Goku had hurt him much more than the youth actually knew. Each time Homura fucked him, Goku would cry out Konzen's name, and that would make Homura mad, even though it was only rational, the earth spirit had known nothing of the switch.

And that would make him hurt Goku. Sort of releasing his anger on the unsuspecting youth. And Goku would let him, screaming out Konzen's name yet again- no surprise there.

The fact that Goku would do anything for Konzen, even getting hurt, drove Homura insane. Because he knew, Goku would always love Konzen, no matter what. Goku would never love him, even if he were in Konzen's form.

So even though he was openly taunting Konzen, his insides felt like fire. He felt so….so….

Angry. Hurt. Rejected. He felt as if he were going psychotic. He had even hurt Son Goku, the pure and innocent earth spirit, just because the latter loved someone else. And to think he had once promised Goku protection.

Protection from what? Or whom?

The only thing that Son Goku needed to be protected from was he himself, Homura Taishi, the half-breed itan that heaven despised.

What had he been thinking when he had cast that spell? What was he hoping to achieve?

All these years, he had just been running away, fleeing from the truth. He was nothing but a coward. Homura felt his knees shake, he felt too weak even to stand.

They said that heretics either brought you good luck, or misfortune. Looks like Son Goku had gotten the better end of the deal. Unlike him.

Maybe it was not too late. Maybe there was still hope. Homura closed his eyes, as an incantation floated into his mind. It was the third stage of the spell, a stage hardly ever used, that would be against the whole objection of the casting in the first place. The reversal.

But should he?

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A/N: Okay, that totally sucked. oO. Aaarrggghh!

I can't believe you guys are still here, reading third-rate stuff!