We're at the end of the universe.

Progress Finally

Sat, 25 Aug 2007 20:22:32 GMT

Finally got some work done on my 5drunkfics claim. Hopefully I'll be able to post it soon. Starting to rethink the whole "connecting drabbles" thing. Can't really post them separately since they aren't getting written in order, wouldn't make sense. Major pain in the ass. Especially since I have three that still aren't even started and one other that's only half way done. I'm praying my muses don't abandon me again until it's complete.

Also nearly finished with three more for 11_reasons. The rest should go quick. Then I can focus on bleach_15 and maybe even write some Saiyuki fics. I have two in the works and like 5 plotbunnies jumping around. At least one of them should want to get written, right? Right.

Ewwww!!!

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 13:07:39 GMT

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Mingle² - Dating Site

30_kisses Claim: Urahara/Ichigo

Mon, 20 Aug 2007 09:42:29 GMT

corelle
Claim: Urahara Kisuke/Kurosaki Ichigo

1. look over here - When Opportunity Knocks

2. news; letter

3. jolt!

4. our distance and that person - Better Choices

5. "ano sa"

6. the space between dream and reality

7. superstar

8. our own world

9. dash

10. #10

11. gardenia

12. in a good mood

13. excessive chain

14. radio-cassette player

15. perfect blue

16. invincible; unrivaled

17. kHz (kilohertz)

18. "say ahh...."

19. red

20. the road home - The Road Home

21. violence; pillage/plunder; extortion

22. cradle

23. candy

24. good night

25. fence

26. if only I could make you mine

27. overflow

28. Wada Calcium CD3

29. the sound of waves - Summer Daze

30. kiss - With A Kiss

Progress: 5/30

Fic: Shake It - 11 Reasons Isshin and Ichigo Sleep Together: Reason #1

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 21:31:21 GMT

Title: Shake It
Pairing: Isshin/Ichigo
Warning: Implied Incest

Written for 11_reasons prompt #12 back/rear/rump

Reason 1 - Shake It

Because we all love his butt.

His ass. The kid has an amazing ass, plain and simple. Ichigo has to know what it does to him, why else does he always wear such tight pants? All low on his hips, the fabric cupping that sweet ass, clinging in all the right places.

Isshin finds himself staring at the worst times. Like during dinner when Ichigo gets up to put his dirty dishes in the sink, the girls sitting near by oblivious to the fact that he's staring in a way no father should.

He loves to sneak feels, brushing against him lightly, an innocent smile on his face. It's worth the risk of discovery to see that lovely pink flush on Ichigo's cheeks. Especially when he knows that later on it'll get him one horny teenager in his bed.

Reason 2 - Talk To Me

Rating

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 21:01:59 GMT

Mingle² - Online Dating

I said sex!! Twice!!! Oh the humanity!.....

Fic: Good Times

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 20:36:18 GMT

Title: Good Times
Author’s Name: corelle
Requester’s Name: gogochan
Pairing or Character: Renji/Shuuhei
Rating: NC-17
Squicks/Spoilers: None
Author’s Note(s): Drunken sex....oh yeah....

Renji laid down on the floor of his apartment. The alcohol's now moving sluggish through his veins weighing him down. Sweat runs down his chest making his skin itch. He'd scratch but it's too much trouble as relaxed as he is. Nothing could make him move from his spot on the hard floor, not even the hand working its way into his uniform. He's pretty sure it isn't his own -- he can't really feel his hands at the moment with everything so floaty -- but that doesn't matter. Especially if it keeps stroking him like that.

He arches up into the touch as it grazes over a nipple. Fingers trip their way down his chest to tease open his hakama. He hums pushing his hips off the floor. Cracking open an eye he takes a look at whoever is currently violating him. It's Shuuhei. A quick glance around to locate Ikkaku and Yumichika finds them already gone. Giving a mental shrug he decides to just kick back and enjoy the ride. It's not like Shuuhei doesn't know what he's doing.

Shuuhei props himself up on one elbow. Smiling a lazy little smile he leans over to lick a line down Renji's chest. He tongue dances around Renji's navel before joining his hand on Renji's cock. Renji shudders hard, tipping his hips up with a low groan. It isn't long before Shuuhei rolls him over. Something slippery worms it's way to his hole to press inside. The burn that follows the intrusion pulls him out of the pleasant haze slightly but not enough to make him stop Shuuhei. Besides the good part is coming up.

The prep is sloppy and over too quick but Shuuhei's getting impatient now. Pulling Renji's hips up higher he spit-slicks his cock while lining up with Renji's entrance. He pauses briefly to make sure Renji hadn't passed out or something and is still interested in the goings on before pushing his way in. He tries to go slow but with all the sexy noises Renji makes it isn't long before he's pounding away. He can feel his orgasm pooling low in his gut. The alcohol is making it build slower and he's getting desperate for release. Frustrated he pulls out to flip Renji over before diving back in. Now facing him Shuuhei can lean down to kiss. And yeah that's what's been missing. The pleasure spikes as their tongues tangle together, moans filling the air. He loses it when Renji bits his bottom lip with a low growl.

Once things stop spinning Shuuhei lifts his head to take care of Renji only to find he's no longer hard. He isn't all that surprised; they did have a lot to drink. Renji wriggles a bit to make room for Shuuhei so he can nuzzle into his side. With a quiet sigh and murmur they fall asleep.

Fic: Release

Tue, 05 Jun 2007 21:28:57 GMT

Pairing: Kurosaki Isshin/Kurosaki Ichigo (Yes this is incest)
Title: Release
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mansex, Incest, BDSM, Dark themes
Disclaimer: All I own is this story

There's a sharp crack as the whip connects with his back. He can feel the skin welt from the impact, the sting quickly replaced by numbness. It feels as if hours have past. His knees are aching from kneeling for so long, his hands cuffed in front of him. He tenses slightly as he hears the whip whistle through the air again. There's blood drawn this time. The boy's not holding back tonight. Whatever got him so upset up today most of been pretty bad. He's never been like this before, never been this unrelenting.

Isshin can feel the boy's anger like a tangible presence in the room, lessening with each blow. Even though he can't see anything through the blindfold he can tell Ichigo's starting to relax. The pauses between strikes are lengthening, the tension in the air is no longer stifling.

He's the only one with any real idea of the darkness that hides within his son. Those other fools think they know him, think they understand what makes him tick, what drives him. They don't know about his need to hurt, to punish.

Isshin accepts the treatment without complaint, his own guilt making him incapable of denying Ichigo. He sometimes feels that this is all he has left to offer. This release. It's not as if Ichigo knows that he's a shinigami and it's not like Isshin knows what it's like to be half hollow, to have some freak living inside of you.

But none of that matters now as the final blow lands. His orgasm rips through him, pulling him deeper still into the darkness.

Fic: Introductions

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 14:39:15 GMT

Title: Introductions
Characters/Pairings: Urahara/Ichigo, Isshin (not incest)
Warnings: meantions of mansex, OOCness and crackness abound
Disclaimer: All I own is this story.
Summary: Urahara meets the family. Written for bleach_15 Prompt #7 Learning

This sucks, seriously. My muses have left. The ending is forced and I'm not sure I stayed in the same tense the whole time. Be gentle.

Ichigo shook his head with a sigh. When would he learn? It had all seemed like a good idea at the time. They had been together for months now and as much as he dreaded it he had figured it was time to introduce his lover to his family, mostly his dad. He should of known it'd turn out this way. He should of known they'd already know each other (because really who doesn't Urahara know?) and of course they'd end up talking all night while ignoring him completely and of course his father would embarass him to no end. Like now. He groaned as his dad began talking about how Ichigo used to cry at the drop of a hat and 'Isn't he much braver now? So confident and strong.', going on and on about how proud he is of Ichigo and 'What a fine boy he is don't you think?'.

While they rambled on to each other Ichigo wondered how exactly they knew each other. When he heard the words 'shinigami academy' and 'good ol days' it all snapped into place. It makes sense that his father's a shinigami. He thinks on some level he already knew. It certainly explains why he's never questioned Ichigo spending so much time away from home recently and why if his father noticed the difference when Kon is in his body he never said anything. Now he just hopes that Urahara and his dad weren't too close back in the day because well that would just be weird. Like Ichigo is a replacement or something, he'd always being wondering if he measured up to his father. Maybe he should ask Urahara. Then again he thinks he'd rather be left wondering instead of risk hearing that yes they had been lovers and no he's not as good in bed. Urahara would tell him too and wouldn't even feel bad about it.

Oh God, Urahara's telling his dad about their first time together. Ichigo buried his face in his hands as a blush worked its way down his neck to his collarbone. Why did he have to tell that story? So he had fumbled around a lot and had spilled the lube. Sure he'd had trouble getting the condom on Urahara (damn thing had barely fit) but was it really that funny? Besides did his dad really want to know about Urahara defiling his son? Apparently not as Isshin suddenly stopped laughing. Realization and then horror crossed his face as the story really hit him. Jumping up Isshin began chasing Urahara around the house shouting some nonsense about 'defending Ichigo's honor' while beating him over the head with a photo album.

Ichigo thought about helping Urahara out but decided against it. After all it was his own fault for telling the story in the first place. Maybe this way the idiot would learn to keep his big perverted mouth shut. But given how the damn fool was grinning at him Ichigo doubted it.

End

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5 Drunkfics Claim Table

Sat, 12 May 2007 19:48:03 GMT

5drunkfics: pick your poison
Author: corelle
Fandom: Bleach
Claim: Kurosaki Isshin/Kurosaki Ichigo

tipsy

drunk

confessions

mistakes

forget

0/5

Fic: A Look Inside - 1sentence Claim - Urahara/Ichigo

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 07:05:00 GMT

Title: A Look Inside
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Urahara/Ichigo
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: PG-17

#01 - Comfort - It was the need for comfort that brought them together, it's something like love that keeps them that way.

#02 - Kiss - Their first kiss was desperate, awkward and sloppy but it would always be their favorite.

#03 - Soft - Urahara had the softest heels Ichigo had ever touched (not that he went around randomly touching people's heels mind you), when he asked the man about it he was surprised to see him blush slightly before covering his face with his fan and mumbling something about a secret formula.

#04 - Pain - It was the way his heart tightened painfully as he watched Ichigo's defeat at the hands of Ulquiorra that warned him that maybe he was getting a little too attached to the human.

#05 - Potatoes - "Let's see, we need paper towels, shampoo, onions, potatoes..." Ichigo paused to shoot Urahara a hungry look "..lube..."

#06 - Rain - He couldn't help feeling smug that out of everybody the boy knew he was the one that made the rain in Ichigo's world stop.

#07 - Chocolate - Urahara hummed as he bent down to lick the flakes of chocolate from Ichigo's lips causing the boy to blush a lovely shade of red.

#08 - Happiness - To Ichigo nothing was better than relaxing together in the quiet shop listening to Urahara ramble on about his latest invention...again.

#09 - Telephone - Ichigo hates talking on the phone, his mind always goes blank and he can't stand the awkward silences, luckily Urahara never seems to notice.

#10 - Ears - Ichigo ran his tongue along the sensitive outer shell of Urahara's ear, the man squirming in his grip attempting to rub against his thigh harder.

#11 - Name - Urahara loves how the boy growls his name, low and deep, when he's close to finishing.

#12 - Sensual - The sound of Urahara's voice fills the small shop, the words gliding silky and smooth through the air.

#13 - Death - Now that Ichigo knows that death isn't necessarily permanent the thought doesn't bother him much, the way he figures once he gets to Soul Society he'll just hop through a portal and be back in Urahara's arms.

#14 - Sex - The combination of Urahara's experience and Ichigo's enthusiasm insures that the sex never becomes routine let alone stale.

#15 - Touch - Ichigo touches a place deep inside him, a place secret and a bit dangerous, a place he doesn't like to think about, a place not even Yoruichi knows about; he's unafraid though, he knows that if there's anyone in this world that can handle it, it's Ichigo.

#16 - Weakness - Urahara had always had a weakness for hot-tempered, bold, sarcastic men so it was really no wonder he couldn't keep away from the young Shinigami.

#17 - Tears - The nightmares took him by surprise, they were heart wreatching to watch knowing he was the cause, that he was the one that created the monster that lives inside his lover.

#18 - Speed - He was constantly amazed at how quickly Ichigo learned, everything from fighting to sex seemed to come almost naturally to him.

#19 - Wind - He could feel the storm brewing in his belly as he bit his tongue, trying to hold back words that would only make things worse.

#20 - Freedom - He's laughed, cried, screamed and moaned in front of this man and yet never once felt any shame.

#21 - Life - They settled into a pattern easily enough, training together every few days, sex every night and idle chitchat in between.

#22 - Jealousy - He'd never admit it of course but he can't help but feel a little jealous of Yoruichi and the close friendship she shares with Urahara.

#23 - Hands - Hands have always been his favorite body part and Ichigo's are no exception; long strong fingers, wide palm, and slender wrist, the things they are capable of can make even him blush.

#24 - Taste - He likes to tell Ichigo that he doesn't taste at all like his name suggests, instead he tastes like sin, forbidden and dangerous.

#25 - Devotion - He can feel him there, lurking in the background, watching, waiting, always prepared to step in and help at a moments notice.

#26 - Forever - He had never believed in the concept of "Forever", nothing could possibly last that long; yet after having gone to Soul Society (and learning that the 'whole cycle of reincarnation' thing is real), he's beginning to rethink his "relationship" with Urahara, after all who wants to listen to someone ramble on about how great they are forever?

#27 - Blood - He grins as blood drips off his eyelashes to run down his cheek, and while the wound isn't deep he can't help but feel proud of the boy, it's the first time he's managed to strike him.

#28 - Sickness - Ichigo soon found that Urahara was like a sickness, the kind that spreads rapidly and never fully goes away.

#29 - Melody - The way their reiatsu responded to each other's presence was damn near musical, the pulses of energy swirling around to blend together into one steady beat.

#30 - Star - He laughed at the cute pout Urahara gave him after refusing to tell him what he wished for on the shooting star.

#31 - Home - The first thing he notices is how quiet the shop is, the second is the very naked man sprawled out on the bed; he doesn't have long to admire the view though before he's kissed senseless, a murmur of "Welcome back Kurosaki-kun" reaching his ears a second later.

#32 - Confusion - He stands there silently repeating "It's not what it looks like, it's not what it looks like..." as he watches Urahara and his father stumble downstairs half naked and more than a little drunk.

#33 - Fear - The days pass by slowly as he attempts to keep himself busy, not wanting to think, worry about how it's going and if Ichigo will return this time.

#34 - Lightning/Thunder - They are like lightning and thunder, you only have to wait a few seconds to see the other trailing behind.

#35 - Bonds - The soft leather pulls tighter around his wrists as he struggles, a soft voice in his ear whispers "Do you trust me?"; he takes a deep calming breath and focusing on the body above him answers "Yes."

#36 - Market - As Ichigo dodged Keigo's resulting questions from being turned down (no he didn't hate him, yes they were still friends, no he didn't already have a boyfriend he just didn't like him like that) he counted down the minutes until his escape, dreaming up ways to make Urahara pay him back for lying.

#37 - Technology - If there's one thing he can't stand it's being stood up for another 'exciting invention', honestly he's tempted to just demolish the damn laboratory with Zangetsu.

#38 - Gift - He stares down at the object in his hand (it can only be properly described as a thing-a-ma-jig) his mind racing for a polite way to ask what the hell it is.

#39 - Smile - Each time Ichigo smiled Urahara added it to his mental tally, brainstorming new ways to cause the rare event.

#40 - Innocence - Urahara wondered how with all the things Ichigo had done and experienced he never completely lost his innocence.

#41 - Completion - Ichigo has always hated cliches, yet when his father asks 'Why Urahara?' all he can do is shrug and say "Umm...I don't know...He just....completes me."

#42 - Clouds - Zangetsu isn't surprised when the rain stops, he always figured it would be the crazy shopkeeper to cause the clouds to part.

#43 - Sky - Shirosaki isn't surprised either when the rain stops, what does surprise him is that his dumbass King chose some crazy old man over him..what the hell?

#44 - Heaven - The first time he let Ichigo take him he could of sworn he heard the trumpets of angels, of course it could of been him.

#45 - Hell - While he couldn't physically follow him into the bowels of hell, a part of him stayed with the boy lending him strength and courage.

#46 - Sun - Urahara knows that behind that permanent scowl lies the sun, bright and warm to the touch, it's that which drives him to try harder every day to catch a glimpse.

#47 - Moon - Ichigo knows that behind that playful smile lies the moon, deep and all knowing, manipulating everything it touches, it's that fact that causes him to never underestimate the man hiding it.

#48 - Waves - It wasn't the warm sun, the sound of children laughing, or the scantily clad bodies that made Urahara love the beach so; it was the way the water ran down his young lover's muscled back, caressing all the right places.

#49 - Hair - Ichigo trembled as Urahara's hair tickled his inner thighs, the silky strands sending shivers throughout his body.

#50 - Supernova - He grinned smugly as Ichigo struggled to regain his breath, 'He thinks the sex is good now, wait until I show him my 'A' game.'

Fic: Worth It

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 11:47:12 GMT

Title: Worth It
Characters/Pairing: Urahara/Ichigo
Rating/Warnings: Implied sex
Theme: #6 To Protect
Timeline: Up to current manga chapter

This was written for my bleach_15 claim. I'm still not satisfied with it.

It started with a simple question, "Are you alright Kurosaki-kun?" and the next thing he knew his arms were full, Ichigo's lean body pressed to his kissing him desperately. He pulled away and asked again what was wrong, but all the boy could do was mumble incoherently. It was alright though Urahara still understood.

Things had gone terrible in Hueco Mundo and of course Ichigo blamed himself for everything. All he needed was comfort, someone to tell him everything would be alright, someone to hold him, love him. So as warm hands slid inside his shirt Urahara decided it would be worth any guilt he'd feel later to offer this one comfort, it was worth anything to protect Ichigo from himself.

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Fic: Weather Changes

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 11:46:37 GMT

Title: Weather Changes
Characters/Pairing: Urahara/Ichigo told from Zangetsu's POV
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 (implied BL) kinda fluffy
Theme: #3 - The Rain

It wasn't that Zangetsu minded the rain itself, it was the way it made him feel, cutting right through him to seep into his very bones leaving him cold and tired. Depression always followed close behind dragging him down until he felt like screaming. Even when the rain let up or stopped altogether it was never long enough for him to fully dry out. That is until now.

Now the rain felt like spring, warm and inviting only drizzling for short periods of time with the sun coming out straight after bringing a fresh breeze along with it. The source of the change had surprised him at first but he supposed it made perfect sense. The man had been helping Ichigo from the beginning. Always around to teach and tease the youth, lending support with hardly a question.

He was here now grinning that mischievous perverted smile at Ichigo as he showed him the "proper" way to execute a move. His clever hands touching more than was strictly necessary as the shopkeeper leaned forward to whisper truely naughty things into the blushing boy's ear.

As Ichigo turned to kiss the man fiercely, Zangetsu decided he really should find a way to thank the man. While he doubted the rain would ever fully cease to exist at least now he wasn't cold.

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Fic: Delicious

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 11:45:34 GMT

Title: Delicious
Pairing: Urahara/Ichigo
Warning: Yaoi
Disclaimer: All I own is this story.

A head bobs up and down steadily, sending shivers through a taut, lean body.

Moans fill the air, back arching, the tension building.

Long fingers thread through soft blond hair caressing the back of the skull.

Two slick fingers slip into a tight warm hole, curling to brush the sweet spot deep inside.

Throat muscles relax burying a nose in red curls.

An increase of tempo and the body stiffens crying it's lover's name.

The blond head lifts licking a sticky white substance off swollen lips.

Grinning he leans down to murmur in the redhead's ear "Delicious".

Saiyuki Fics

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 11:39:05 GMT

I've decided to go ahead and move all my fics to this journal, here's the Saiyuki ones.

'Last year, Zhejiang province’s silk industry witnessed drastic decrease in exports. According to experts, one of major reasons for decrease in silk’s export is implementation of anti-dumping duty by India. Since the last six months silk exports to India have reduced nearly by 50 percent. Domestic prices of silk are rising continuously and this has led to increase in the export price of it. Less value addition and lack of innovation are major drawback of silk exported. In recent years, purchasing power of the people has increased, leading to surge in domestic demand of silk.'

He put down the newspaper and sighed. He couldn't remember a word he'd just read and it was all his body's fault. Damn hard on. He'd been able to go weeks without needing to jerk off but now for some reason his body demanded relief.

Sighing again he decided to just take care of it and be done. He pulled off his glasses set them on the bedside table and laid down. Opening his robes and undoing the button of his jeans he slid the zipper down hissing as the cool air caressed his aching length.

'Ah well, no need to drag it out. Not sure when the others will be back. Better make it quick.' he thought as he started firmly stroking from root to tip. He couldn't stop the quiet moan that escaped when he ran a thumb over the weeping slit.

Taking a deep breath he cleared his mind of all thought. He focused solely on release and obtaining it as fast as possible.

'Why the hell can't I get rid of this image of red silk? I don't think I've even seen silk quite that shade before.'

Frowning he tried again. He reached down and rolled the heavy sac in his hand. Closing his eyes the image popped back into his mind. He pushed it aside focusing instead on how great his hand felt running over his pulsing shaft. Moaning he increased the pressure on his cock stroking faster. The image changed now, the silk glided over his heated skin, grazing sensitive nipples causing him to hiss. It slowly traveled lower fanning out across his stomach the long strands tickling his ribs.

He froze. It wasn't silk at all, it was hair, gorgeous blood red hair that could only belong to one person. Groaning he cursed desperately trying to think of something else, anything but the kappa. He did not want to jerk off to him, no he refused to jerk off to that pervert. However his cock had it's own ideas.

Instead of disappearing the image was clearer now. Gojyo leaning over him smiling that smile. The one that always made him want to melt. Gojyo kissing his neck, licking his way down his chest stopping to torment his nipples, only moving on once they were as hard as his cock. Gojyo licking his lips staring at his silky length, bending down to nuzzle and lick it. Giving a sexy smirk before suddenly swallowing the whole to the hilt in one quick motion. Throat squeezing as he began to hum. Head bobbing faster and faster until...

"Shit." Sanzo looked down at the sticky mess cooling on his stomach and hand. It had been one of the best self achieved orgasms he'd ever had but still. With a disgusted grunt he reached for a cigarette and lit up. Taking a deep lung burning drag he decided something. He was going to kill the kappa for doing this to him.

Or maybe just fuck him.

Title: Gojyo Pays Up
Pairing: Sanzo/Gojyo
Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimer: All I own is this story.

Gojyo didn't know what the hell had gotten into him. First off he couldn't believe he was even on this damn quest still. Stuck in a cramped jeep/dragon with a murderous monk, a hyperactive monkey and a mother-hen for months on end was not his idea of fun. Well sometimes it was fine but sleeping on the ground all the time was starting to wear on him. And now that they were finally in a town again and had actual beds to sleep on he was willingly sharing a room with the temperamental priest. The only reasons Sanzo gave for actually wanting to share with him was Goku's insistent noise and Hakkai's complaints about his smoking. Gojyo had agreed no questions, no argument. Yep, it was offical, he'd gone crazy, completely and utterly lost his mind. It was all the monk's fault really, had to be.

The blond had been on his mind for over a week now and Gojyo couldn't figure out why. Of course he thought the monk was beautiful, who wouldn't? Sanzo was all sharp angles and golden skin stretched taut over lean muscle and yet he could look so delicate, fragile even. It was all a deception of course, a dirty trick played by the Gods because Sanzo was fragile like the fine edge of a knife was. He may dull and chip but he always came back sharper and deadlier with someone dieing in the process. It was no wonder that Gojyo had caught himself staring more than once. He was sure Sanzo had noticed too and yet the monk hadn't said anything about it. Hell he hadn't paid much attention to Gojyo at all except for a few considering looks. Thats what was really bugging him. It was like Sanzo wanted something and was waiting for the right time to make him pay up. He doubted it was what he wanted to give the blond, Sanzo didn't seem to have a taste for sex let alone sex with another man. So here he was cursing his brain for thinking too much while trying to drown himself in sake.

Giving up on winning another game as he was too drunk Gojyo decided to check out the female scene. He was dying for a good lay. Unfortunately none of the women in the inn's bar were the least bit appealing. Sighing he decided it was time to head upstairs. Scooping up his hard earned cash he staggered towards the stairs. Upon reaching the top he paused to light up a cigarette, savoring the soothing effect of nicotine he moved on down the hall. Stepping into the room he took a quick look around finding it empty.

'Hmmm Sanzo must be in the shower.' Gojyo put an ear up to the bathroom door and listened. 'Yep, water's running. I hope he doesn't take long, I'd like to get in there too before all the hot water's gone.'

Plopping down onto his bed he streatched his long limbs and waited. By the time the water shut off he was not only half sober but pissed, there was no way enough hot water was left for him. He was just about to start bitching when Sanzo stepped out and all thought crashed to a halt. Sanzo was standing there in nothing but a low slung towel tied haphazardly at his hip. The knot slipped alittle lower revealing a few more inches of smooth skin and a hint of pubic hair.

"See something you like kappa?"

Realizing he was practically drooling Gojyo managed to tear his gaze away from the monks lower reigion. He cringed slightly expecting the fan to rain down, when no beating came he risked a glance at the man's face and almost fell out of his chair. Sanzo had moved closer allowing his towel to slide dangerously low, he leaned over gaze intense, only inches away from Gojyo's face.

"You haven't answered my question."

"Ah, well, I..um...yeah, yeah I guess I do." Gojyo stammered, gulping audibly. His brain had effectively shut down thinking only of how close the blond was and how great he smelled.

"Good." Gojyo didn't have time to react as Sanzo closed the distance smashing their mouths together. Gojyo gasped allowing Sanzo to slip his tongue inside to battle the kappa's. He moaned needily as their tongues rubbed together sending shivers all through his body. Pulling away minutes later the redhead caught his breath enough to ask what the hell had gotten into the monk.

"It's not important, just shut up and enjoy this while it lasts. Unless you want me to stop?" Sanzo raised one golden brow, moving away. He smirked as Gojyo pulled him fully into his lap with a growl.

"You're not going anywhere, you got me all worked up and it's your job to take care of it." Gojyo rolled his hips pressing his growing erection against Sanzo's thigh. Moaning quietly he leaned forward and reclaimed the monks lips. He was amazed at the eager reaction he received, even if Sanzo had started it he still wasn't expecting him to dive right in. Before he knew it they were moving to the bed losing their clothes, well Gojyo's clothes, Sanzo's towel had disappeared long ago. Falling onto the bed Gojyo landed on top of Sanzo earning himself a glare and a snarl from the monk. Rolling them over Sanzo pinned the kappa beneath him.

"You're the one getting fucked, there's no way I'm letting you near my ass."

Gojyo rolled his eyes, "Whatever as long as sex is being had. Now hurry the hell up."

Sanzo snorted but reached under the pillow and pulled out a small tub of lube. Gojyo quirked an eyebrow wondering why the tub had been under there within easy reach, almost as if this was all planned. He decided not to say anything though in fear of making Sanzo stop, instead he spread his legs giving full access to two slick fingers. It had been a long time since Gojyo'd bottomed he'd forgotten how good it felt. Soon he was pushing back against the fingers groaning, encouraging Sanzo to finger fuck him. All too soon the hand left leaving him feeling empty, luckily that didn't last long as Sanzo positioned himself and pushed in. He didn't pause until he was fully seated inside. Gojyo only had a moment to adjust before the monk was moving, rocking in and out. Moans and soft cries quickly filled the otherwise quiet room. Gojyo lifted his hips, the new angle causing Sanzo to strike his prostate with every thrust. He could feel the pressure building becoming near unbearable. Grabbing onto Sanzo's hips he jerked his own hips up hard slamming Sanzo into him. Taking the hint Sanzo upped the pace brutally pounding Gojyo has hard as he could. The kappa whimpered snaking a hand between their bodies to stroke his throbbing erection. A few jerks and he was coming hard, his whole body tight, singing with release. Sanzo managed a couple more thrusts before crying out, spilling warmth into Gojyo's body. He collapsed breathing hard. Content they stayed like that for awhile just enjoying the afterglow of hard mind-blowing sex.

"So we're doing this again right?"

"Ch, the trip's not over is it?"

Title: Sex Ed
Pairing: Sanzo x Hakkai x Gojyo

"I think it's time"

Gojyo looked at the other two expectantly. At Sanzo's grunt he opened the door and called Goku into the room.

"Goku," he began "it's time for the time honored tradition of sex education. Now instead of just the standard talk about the birds and the bees, we're going to give you a more um, informative overview."

Somewhere behind the redhead Sanzo muttered something about perverted kappas and their "great ideas". Gojyo wisely chose to ignore him. By this time Goku was pretty confused and more than a little unsure. He was almost positive he didn't want to know what Gojyo had to teach him, after all he was just a stupid cockroach.

Sensing Goku's discomfort Hakkai spoke up.

"Now Goku, there's no reason to be nervous. We've made sure this lesson will be as clear and fun as possible."

Goku nodded feeling a little better now. Hakkai would never steer him wrong.

"So what am I supposed to do?" He questioned scratching his head.

"Just sit down, shut up and learn." growled Sanzo pointing to a chair in the corner.

"Right," declared Gojyo "down to business!"

He slowly walked over to where Sanzo sat, making sure to swing his hips a little. He sat down behind the blond putting his legs on either side of the monk and pulled him back so he was leaning against Gojyo's chest. Gojyo nuzzled Sanzo's neck giving him little nips and kisses as he worked his way up to Sanzo's ear. The blond moaned softly as Gojyo sucked at the sensitive spot behind his ear leaving behind a small purple mark.

Goku couldn't believe what he was seeing! He had always thought Sanzo hated the kappa. He was always saying what a pervert the redhead was and shooting at him, and now here he was letting Gojyo kiss him and actually moaning! Goku decided it was best not to try and understand and instead went back to just
watching.

Hakkai moved to join the pair on the bed allowing Gojyo to pull him into a passionate kiss their tongues sliding against each other causing both to moan. They pushed closer together trapping Sanzo between them. Sanzo ran his hands down Hakkai's sides to cup his ass. Giving it a firm squeeze he moved onto the brunette's pants. He eased the zipper down and slide a hand inside curling his fingers around Hakkai's rigid cock. The monk gave it a few firm pulls earning a loud moan from the man.

Gojyo pulled out of the embrace panting hard. Standing up he quickly discarded his clothes. He slowly stroked his cock a few times to ease the pressure before giving the other two a hand with their clothes.

As soon as Hakkai was naked he dropped to his knees and swallowed Gojyo down in one smooth motion. He soon had Gojyo rocking his hips, his moans increasing when Hakkai started humming. He was getting so close. Not wanting the fun to end so soon for him he pulled out of the warm mouth with a wet pop. He went to rummage through the nightstand as Hakkai crawled back into the bed and laid down. Sanzo climbed on top of him and starting at Hakkai's neck began kissing and licking his way south. Gojyo soon returned with the lube and knelt next to the pair. He handed the tube to Sanzo who coated a couple of fingers and handed it back. Spreading Hakkai's legs he began to tease the brunette's entrance.

They were now in a dance so familiar they completely forgot about Goku. The monkey was now sitting with his legs crossed trying very hard to breath. This was not even close to what he had expected when yesterday Hakkai had said it was time to teach him about sex. He just prayed they didn't change their minds now and throw him out. He really wanted to see how this ended!

Hakkai was now thrashing his head on the pillow, the precum from the cock creating a pool on his stomach. He clenched the sheets as he tried to control his moans. Sanzo pumped two fingers in and out of him going to slow to bring him off just providing enough friction to drive the brunette crazy. As Sanzo leaned over to lavish attention on Hakkai's pert nipples, Gojyo quickly coated his fingers and moved behind the monk.

Holding onto his hip with one hand the redhead ran the other up and down the cleft of Sanzo's ass. He slowly circled the ring of muscle he found. Sanzo tried pushing back to gain more friction but the kappa just pulled his hand away teasing the monk. When Gojyo kept it up Sanzo shot his famous death-glare over his shoulder. Chuckling Gojyo easily slipped in a finger. He quickly added another after only a couple of strokes. Twisting his fingers he soon found Sanzo's prostrate and set about abusing it. When the blond started meeting each stroke Gojyo pulled away and waited.

Sanzo whimpered at the loss but instead of hitting the kappa with his fan like he wanted he positioned himself at Hakkai's entrance. Pushing in slow and steady he fully seated his cock inside the wet heat. He gave them both a few moments to adjust before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. Hakkai lifted his hips meeting each thrust. Gojyo waited a minute before stilling the monks movement. He quickly pushed in before either could complain about the pause. The pace he set was brutal, hitting Sanzo's prostate head on each time. They couldn't last long but none of them cared, each being desperate for release.

Hakkai finished first hitting Sanzo's chin and striping his own chest and stomach. He clenched his inner muscles tight pulling the monk over the edge with a cry. Gojyo was right behind him, sinking his teeth into Sanzo's shoulder. They collapsed in a sweaty heap breathing hard.

Sanzo was the first to move, pushing the kappa off him. He fumbled for his cigarettes on the bedside table. Lighting one up he threw Gojyo his own pack and sat with his back against the headboard. Hakkai produced a towel and proceeded to clean up the mess left behind. Once he was satisfied he laid down pillowing his head on Gojyo's stomach with a content sigh. Gojyo in turn put an arm around Sanzo pulling him close, only getting away with it because the monk was near comatose.

Goku shifted in his seat. He was painfully hard but unsure about what to do. He didn't want to disrupt the peaceful atmosphere for fear of breaking whatever spell they were under, but there was one thing bothering him. Deciding it was worth risking punishment by fan he cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Um guys, do I get a turn?"