With a drawn-out whine that vindicated the need of grease, a heavy metal door leading into a modest loft was dragged open. On a cool Sunday evening in the low-income district, a seemingly normal, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed college student had finally arrived home. He, Goku, had spent the weekend out of town and couldn’t think of anything he wanted to hear more than a voice welcoming him home.

“I’m home!” Goku said cheerfully as he bounded through the door. Even his voice sounded like it had a spring in its step. Inelegantly, he kicked his shoes off in the general direction of the other shoes that were lined up evenly against the wall and set his duffel bag down onto the cheap wood flooring. After flicking on the light switch that scarcely illuminated the drab loft, he ran his hands over his clothes in a vain attempt to make them look less like he had just been on a bus for the past three hours. He was wearing a pair of faded, worn-out jeans that looked like they could just crumble to pieces at any moment, and a floppy button-up, short sleeved shirt with a hood.

A few moments of silence passed and Goku, assuming the loft was empty, was heading towards the kitchen to raid the fridge when he heard a familiar voice waft through the air. “Don’t forget to shut the door.” If the distance of the voice and the soft clack of typing on a keyboard were any indication, the voice was coming from their work room.

After turning back and closing the loft door, Goku, smiling from ear to ear, skipped his way through the living room. Now, this was no easy feat. Between the piles of school books, reports and projects strewn about, food wrappers, dirty clothes, and overflowing ashtrays, the place had a tendency to look as if a hurricane had blown through it. Once he had safely maneuvered through the wreckage, Goku peered through the open doorway that led into the room. All he could see in the dark room was what was lit up by his roommate’s laptop’s white glow. From over the laptop, he could see blonde hair that had been haphazardly clipped back with hairpins, pale skin, and vibrant eyes that were framed by thick, black glasses. His roommate and lover, Sanzo, seemed to be thoroughly engulfed on the latest essay he was most likely already late on turning in.

As lofts go, this was your average run-of-the-mill bachelor pad. With one large main room that came equipped with a kitchen area against one wall, one bedroom, and a small bathroom, it didn’t leave much to work with. But when Goku and Sanzo had begun moving their things in last summer, they decided to turn the only room into a study. Goku told himself that they had decided this, but truthfully Sanzo had solely come to this decision so that he would be able to lock Goku out of the room when he had work to do. But this suited Goku just fine. This meant the bed was out in the main room, where Sanzo wouldn’t be able to force him to leave.

Stepping into the room, Goku folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the door frame. “Can you at least welcome me home? You haven’t seen me since Friday,” he said with a slight pout.

Nothing but the soft tapping of the laptop’s keys filled the room for what felt like an eternity to Goku. Finally, after what sounded like the finishing of a paragraph, Sanzo responded flatly without even looking away from the screen, “… Welcome home.”

Goku sighed loudly. He was used to the overall callousness that radiated from his partner, but after being dragged all over the countryside by his photography class he was looking for something a bit warmer. “Sanzo,” he called out. All he got was the sound of Sanzo’s fingers beginning to type again as a reply. Pushing off of the wall, Goku stepped around the desk and stood next to Sanzo’s computer chair. “Sanzo,” Goku repeated, this time more impatient.

Sanzo’s hands halted their movements as a pair of annoyed eyes rolled to the side to glare up at Goku. “Goku, I have two days to finish a ten page report. Go away.”

Not backing down, Goku simply jetted his hips to the side and said, “I bet you’ve had that assignment for weeks and you waited until the last minute again.”

Sanzo’s violet eyes returned to their fixed position on the bright screen. “That’s beside the point.” A pregnant pause loomed in the air between the two as Sanzo attempted to read over the past few paragraphs of his paper. But the awkward silence of Goku standing right next to him proved to make his efforts pointless. “What?” He barked out in frustration. “What do you want?”

“Can’t you spend some time with me?” Goku shifted his weight from one leg to the other.

“Later.” Sanzo snapped back. “Let me finish this.”

“Oh come on,” Goku said with a teasing tune in his voice. Grabbing the back rest of Sanzo’s chair, he spun it and forced Sanzo to face him finally. “Just for a little bit. I promise.” He flashed Sanzo his award-winning smile that he knew could win him nearly every argument.

Sanzo slumped back in the chair with a huffy sigh and slid the pair of glasses off of his face. “For one hour. That’s it. I mean it.”

Goku nodded eagerly, thoroughly pleased with his minor victory. Reaching his hands down to grab Sanzo’s wrists, he pulled the reluctant blonde out of the chair and up onto his feet.

Sanzo was expecting to be dragged out of the room, but Goku stayed motionless and his grip stayed firm on his wrists. “What is it now?”

“I’m waiting.” Goku said matter-of-factly as if Sanzo would understand.

“What’re you talking about?” Sanzo asked as one of his eyebrows raised in slightly annoyed bewilderment.

“For a real ‘welcome home’,” Goku said slowly, drawing out each word.

Goku fully expected Sanzo’s knee-jerk reaction, which was his usual rolling of his eyes and sighing. But, as usual, Sanzo complied forthwith. Leaning down as Goku rose up onto his toes, closing the near foot gap in their heights, Sanzo gently kissed Goku’s lips. A soft and short kiss it was, but Goku still purred into the contact. Afterwards, Sanzo pulled his head back just enough to break the kiss and spoke against Goku’s lips in a whisper, “Welcome home.”

Goku fell back down onto his heels and flashed another large smile. “There! That wasn’t so hard, right?” Not waiting for an answer from Sanzo, he turned around and, keeping his grip on Sanzo’s wrist, dragged his lover to the main room. “Sit down!” Goku instructed as he nudged Sanzo in the direction of the couch. “I’ve gotta show you something!” Now in the dim lighting of the main room, Goku was able to get a full look at his partner. For a guy that seemed to not give a damn about much of anything, Sanzo had an inherent tendency to be trendy. He had on a pair of oversized white pants that, despite the fact they were baggy, somehow accentuated his thin frame. There was a thick rivet belt technically on the pants as well, but it didn’t serve its intended purpose. Instead it hung low on Sanzo’s hips like an accessory. Above that he had on a black, long-sleeve, button-up shirt that only had the bottom-most button buttoned and the sleeves partially rolled up, and under that was a flimsy white shirt that hung limply from his shoulders. On his left wrist there was a thick bracelet that matched the belt and there were a few fairly large rings on his fingers. Goku smiled to himself and turned towards where he dropped his bag earlier.

After nearly tripping over a book on the floor, Sanzo managed to somewhat successfully make his way to the couch. The couch in question was a large L-shaped monstrosity that was rather awkwardly sitting in the middle of the room. The pleather frame was solid white, while the cushions were all a soft black. It’d be quite a classy adornment to their loft if it wasn’t halfway covered in chip bags, magazines, and remotes. Plopping down in one of the two cushions in the middle that they kept clean, Sanzo grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV. Behind him Sanzo could hear Goku roughly rummaging through his duffel bag. “If it’s another stack of pictures from your trip, I don’t want to see it. Last time the only thing you took pictures of was the food.” Sanzo said as he mindlessly flipped through the channels on the TV.

“Nope! I got you a present,” Goku said cheerfully as he made a mess going through his bag. “Ah, found it!” Skipping around to the middle of the room, Goku was suddenly next to Sanzo on the couch with a small bag in his hands. “Here.”

Reluctant to move, Sanzo simply looked down at the brown paper bag in Goku’s hand with an arched eyebrow. “Why the hell did you buy me something? We don’t have money to-”

“Yeah yeah, I know I know,” Goku interrupted Sanzo, fully aware of what he was going to say. “It was cheap and I just had to.”

With a sigh, Sanzo took the bag and dumped the contents out into his hand. Out plopped a small, clear plastic case; inside was a set of hair clips. To be precise, a set of hair clips with small monkeys on the ends of each one.

While Sanzo blankly stared at the clips, Goku had begun undoing the plain silver clips that were already in Sanzo’s hair. “You always clip your hair back when you’re working cuz it gets in your eyes, right? So I thought ‘Hey, these are cuter than those old metal ones’, so I got ‘em.” He said as he ran his fingers through Sanzo’s hair, combing his hair back to its natural position.

“And why would you associate cute things with me?” Sanzo asked as he opened the plastic case and began fiddling with the clips.

“Because Sanzo is cute!” Goku responded simply.

“Tch, I don’t want to be called-” Suddenly a very loud bang echoed through the hallway behind the front door, interrupting Sanzo’s sentence. “…cute.”

“Uwah, what was that?” Goku said somewhat worried but mostly curious.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s the two idiots across the hall being perverts again.” Sanzo said dismissively while opening and closing one of the new clips with his fingers.

“No way, that was way too loud for that!” Goku countered as he got up onto his knees on the couch and faced towards the door over the back edge.

Sanzo looked over at Goku and he couldn’t help but think that Goku resembled a dog when the mailman knocks on the door. “I’m telling you, it’s them.”

“We should go check!” Goku announced with a slight wiggle.

“Go ahead and check, you’ll regret it.”

Goku let out a disgruntled hum. “Fine, I’ll go check. And if I’m right, you have to do whatever I say!”

“Eh? We’re betting on this now?” Sanzo set the clips down onto the couch and turned towards Goku. “Fine by me. You’ll be losing anyways.” Things had always been like this, even before they had become an official couple. Back when they were just quadmates in the dorms with their own roommates, Gojyo and Hakkai. The four would meet up and gamble on the most idiotic things to simply pass the time between classes, or stay up late playing poker instead of studying.

Goku hopped over the couch and bounded for the door. He took a moment for suspense’s sake before he finally pried open the door. The second he cracked the door open though, a wave of unmistakable sounds wafted through the air. The evenly paced thudding of a bed frame slamming against the wall, a soft voice failing at muffling his own moans, and a more gruff voice grunting parallel to the thuds against the wall. When a muffled “Gojyo…” broke through the monotonous canter, Goku quickly shut the door with a defeated huff. He stood still for a moment with his shoulders slumped and his head against the door. He hated losing to Sanzo. He always found a way to make the penalty for their bets to be either exceptionally cruel or exceptionally embarrassing.

With an obvious air of triumph in his voice, Sanzo said as he looked over the back of the couch towards Goku, “You never learn do you, monkey?”

“Shut up!” Goku whirled around and shouted with a pout. “Ahh, fine! You win! So what’s the penalty? Hurry up and get it over with.”

“Hm, I don’t know yet,” Sanzo replied as he turned back around on the couch. “You’ve lost so many times, I’m starting to run out of ideas.”

As Sanzo mockingly spoke to him, Goku headed back to the couch and flopped down gracelessly. “Hmph, don’t remind me.”

Not even a minute rolled by before, as if a light bulb lit up inside of his cruel mind, a smirk spread over Sanzo’s features and he shot up off the couch.

“Eh? Did you think of something already?” Goku asked nervously as his eyes followed Sanzo.

“Wait right there,” Sanzo commanded as he held his finger in the air, motioning he’d be back in just a second. With that, he darted for the large loft door and dragged it open.

Goku twisted around on the couch and looked back towards the door while shouting, “Hey! Wait Sanzo, where are you going?”

Without answering, Sanzo shut the door behind him. He wasn’t going far. In fact, he simply stepped across the hall and slammed his foot a few times against the identical heavy door that was the mirror image of theirs. “Open up, I know you bastards are in there! The whole apartment complex knows, actually.”

After a few loud thuds and what sounded like a muffled curse, the door was cracked open. A veil of vibrant red hair that shrouded over an equally flushed face peered through the crack angrily. “What the hell is your problem, prick? Have you ever heard of knocking politely?”

“Shut up Gojyo and get Hakkai. I need a favor from him.” Sanzo said bluntly as he glared back at the red head through the crack.

“Ha? Listen here, you can’t get away with bossing me around in my own place! So why don’t you just-”

Not even paying attention, Sanzo’s suddenly grabbed the edge of the door and pulled it wide open, cutting Gojyo’s words short.

“Listen to me when I’m talking to you, dick!” Gojyo shouted loudly as he was suddenly being forced to do up the fly of his tight little black leather pants.

“Don’t bother, I wouldn’t look at you even if I was paid to. Now, where’s Hakkai?” Sanzo said without looking in Gojyo’s general direction. Instead his eyes scanned over the immaculately cleaned loft. It was built the same way as his, had the same layout and the same appliances, and yet it looked like it was in a completely different district.

“What was that?” Gojyo spoke loudly as he posed with his hands on his hips which jetted to the side. “Ha, you wish you were lucky enough to lay your eyes on the magnificent show in my pants!”

“Show? More like side show. Hey, Hakkai!” Sanzo shouted in the direction of their bedroom. “Come out here!”

Gojyo’s jaw clenched and he felt the sudden urge to beat the crap out of Sanzo. “You little…”

“Gojyo, please calm down.” Hakkai’s softer voice wafted through the air from the direction of the bedroom. “Jeeze, after all the years you two have known each other, you would think you would be able to get along by now.” Hakkai finally stepped out from the bedroom, fully clothed and tidy as if he had just been simply reading a book. “What is it, Sanzo? Is everything all right? To barge in here like that…”

“I need your clothes.” Sanzo said as he pointed to the large wardrobe that was against one of the walls.

“… Excuse me?” Hakkai asked, bewildered.

“You’re still in those fashion classes, right? I need an outfit.” Sanzo walked into the loft and headed towards the wardrobe.

“Don’t just welcome yourself in, damnit!” Gojyo shouted to the back of Sanzo’s head, who completely ignored him.

“Ah, yes I am.” Hakkai said nervously with an awkward smile. “But I don’t think I have any clothes that you would like, Sanzo. This semester is on dynamic women’s clothing.” Hakkai stepped in front of Sanzo, curtly preventing Sanzo from opening the wardrobe without his permission. “You know, things for the runway.”

“Perfect. Give me the weirdest thing in there.”

Hakkai stayed motionless, totally at a loss as to why Sanzo would want bizarre women’s clothing.

Gojyo slunk up behind Sanzo and rested an arm on his shoulder. He leaned in so that his face was just barely away from Sanzo’s, fully zeroing in on Sanzo’s last strand of patience for the red head. “Hmm? What’s this? We all know you like guys, but I would’ve never pegged you for the cross-dressing type. Can’t say that you don’t look the part, though,” Gojyo said with a smug grin.

Sanzo roughly brushed Gojyo off of his shoulder and stepped to the side, avoiding his leering gaze. “Drop dead. It’s not for me.”

“Well, Sanzo,” Hakkai interjected. “I wouldn’t mind letting you borrow anything. But I must say I don’t feel comfortable lending out my class projects for unknown reasons.” He sounded like a concerned student, but in truth his own curiosity demanded that he find out more.

“Show me what you have and I’ll let you know.” Sanzo retorted. Hakkai might not let him borrow anything if he knew it was to torment Goku.

“All right, all right,” Hakkai said with a sigh while gently pushing Gojyo and Sanzo back with his hands on their chests. “Step back please, this thing is misleadingly large.”

Once the other two had moved safely back, Hakkai unlatched the brass lock and opened the large wooden doors. Like clowns piling out of a car, the wardrobe seemed to unfold into this rather large storage closet; the doors were actually double layers of shelves that hinged in the middle and the center had a thick metal bar that looked as if it could hold a few hundred coat hangers. It was all perfectly organized as well. It had it all, like a doll house closet, dresses, shirts, skirts, shoes, and accessories neatly hung up and folded in shelves.

“Let’s see here…” Hakkai tapped the tip of his index finger against his lips as his eyes scanned over the rows of clothing that came in every variation of the colors of the rainbow imaginable. “Well, there is this one, but the leather was form-fitted for the model, so I don’t think that’ll work. Oh, there is this-, oh no, that’s far too inappropriate… Hm…”

Meanwhile, Sanzo and Gojyo stood back and tried to contain their inner disturbance. Sanzo stepped to the side towards Gojyo and spoke in a low whisper, “Gojyo…”

“Don’t say it man,” Gojyo whispered back while his eyes fell shut. “Just be glad he stopped making clothes for us.”

A look of panic swept over Sanzo’s face as he remembered the horrible days back in the dorms where he, Gojyo, and Goku were the unwilling models in Hakkai’s creepy masterpiece theater. Shaking his head, he forced that memory back into the farthest depths of his mind where it belonged.

“This would be easier to do if you just told me what this was for, Sanzo.” Hakkai mumbled with irritation evident in his voice. “Oh! That might work!” Hakkai suddenly buried his hands behind the clothes that hung from the hangers and began fishing around.

When Sanzo heard small clicking and thumping sounds, he couldn’t help but remember the book they had to read in high school about wardrobes leading to mysterious universes. If anyone had a portal in their wardrobe, it would be Hakkai.

Then Hakkai quickly whirled around with a shoebox held preciously in his hands. “This! This is, well…” His voice suddenly shifted from victorious to somewhat embarrassed when he realized he was just about to explain the contents of the box. “This was for a creative construction final. We had to create an outfit out of… Well, you’ll see when you open the box.” Stretching his arms out, he handed the box to Sanzo. The box was a pale pink and on the top were the words “Unwrap Your Present” written in sparkly purple ink.

Sanzo rose an eyebrow as if he were almost debating whether or not to open it. But shrugging it off, he pried the top off and peered inside. Looking inside didn’t give any hint as to what the outfit looked like at all. It all appeared to be nothing but ribbons and stockings. “Hakkai, this looks like a scrap box.”

“Now now, Sanzo, don’t be so quick to judge when you haven’t seen it yet. There should be a note inside with instructions and a rough sketch of the basic appearance,” Hakkai snapped back with an edgy smile.

Sanzo’s hand gently dug around through the box until he found a small scrap of paper covered with various notes that sort of resembled a how-to manual. Flipping it over, he could now see the rough sketch, emphasis on the rough part. In fact, it was a stick figure with red legs, a big bow on its waist, and a red square over the abdomen.

When Sanzo continued to blankly stare at the crude sketch, Hakkai’s smile completely faded. “Yes, there’s a reason why I don’t take art classes. If you’re going to be like that, Sanzo, you can hand the box back.”

“No. It’s fine,” Sanzo said while setting the note back in the box and replacing the lid. “I owe you one.” With that, he turned around quickly and headed back out the door without any more explanations. “Oh, and Hakkai,” he said suddenly before shutting the door.

“Ah, yes?” Hakkai replied a bit startled.

“Come over tomorrow, we’ll pay you again.”

“Jeeze, you two can’t keep your loft clean even a month?” Hakkai said playfully with a soft smile. “It can’t be helped. I’ll come over at 8 and I’ll bring the vacuum.”

“Make it 10,” and then Sanzo shut the door.

Gojyo crossed his arms and looked flatly at Hakkai, who appeared to be joyfully plotting just how he would clean his neighbors’ apartment tomorrow. “The prick didn’t even give you an explanation as to why he borrowed it, you know…”

“Ah…” Hakkai’s soft smile melted away as he realized he just got distracted.

Sanzo made his way back into their loft and promptly locked the door behind him. He approached Goku, who did as he was told and stayed on the couch, and held out the box. “This. Wear it.”

“… Huh? Wait, what?” Goku said puzzled as he looked at the box that was being held out towards him.

“The payment for the bet. You have to put this on and wear it until I say you can change.” Sanzo stated while dropping the box onto Goku’s lap.

With a worried expression, Goku cautiously opened the box and peered inside. “What the hell is this?” Goku asked while he pinched the silky red ribbon between his fingers and lifted it.

“There’s no point in asking. Just do it,” Sanzo commanded as he grabbed Goku’s arm and lifted him off the couch. “Time to change.”

“Wait a second!” Goku shouted as he found himself being tugged towards the bathroom.

Sanzo opened the door and then looked down at Goku. “You have five seconds to start changing before I do it for you.”

Goku simply stared up at Sanzo with a stubborn, childish glare.

Sanzo sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “Your choice.” Then, reaching forward, he grabbed the bottom hem of Goku’s shirt and yanked it up, bunching it up under Goku’s arms and neck.

“Hey! Wah- Stop! I can do it myself!” Goku began shifting and fidgeting, trying to get his shirt free from Sanzo’s grasp.

“You forfeited that option. Shut up and cooperate,” Sanzo said flatly and then tugged the shirt completely off over Goku’s head.

Sanzo was moving too quickly for Goku to grasp the situation and be found himself not only fumbling over his words, but fumbling over his feet as well. His shirt was dangling now from his arm that was clutching the box and all of a sudden Sanzo’s hands were undoing his belt. “Ah! Okay, stop already! I’ll do it!” Goku grabbed Sanzo’s wrist and pried his hands away.

A disgruntled huff, which was the closest Sanzo got to pouting, escaped the tall blonde. “You sure?” His hand traveled a bit north and trailed over Goku’s firm stomach muscles.

A small blush crept over Goku’s cheeks. “Yes!” He pulled back quickly into the bathroom. “Perverted Sanzo!” He then shut the bathroom door loudly and locked it.

“Hmph, kid.” Sanzo mumbled under his breath as he stared at a door that had been shut just inches from his face. Turning on his heel, Sanzo headed to the middle of the room and, turning back again, leaned against the couch with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

Several minutes passed by slowly. All Sanzo could hear were the rustling sounds of clothes, a few clicks like those of clasps and belts, and an occasional confused sound from Goku. When the sounds finally halted but Goku still didn’t emerge from the bathroom, Sanzo called out, “Are you still not done?”

“I… I think I am.” Goku said with an unsure voice from behind the door.

“Then get out here. You’re taking too long.”

“But… Sanzo, after all can you pick something else? This is too embarrassing!”

“Just open the damned door already! If you stall any longer, you’re going to owe me another penalty as interest.” Sanzo said when his patience finally wore thin.

Ultimately giving in, Goku slowly opened the bathroom door, which creaked ominously. When the door was finally open wide enough for Sanzo to peer into the small room, he could see a very timid Goku wearing the outfit, fidgeting and shifting nervously, with his head down and his hands hanging down at his sides balled up in tight fists. He slowly padded out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

“Huh…” Sanzo said simply as he took in the sight in front of him. The small sketch from the shoebox did not give the outfit justice. Red and black striped stockings stretched over Goku’s legs all the way up to his thighs. Around his hips was a large, over-sized pink ribbon tied in a large bow with a perfectly placed plastic heart brooch in the middle. There was a dark red shirt as well, but it drifted so high on Goku’s abdomen that his hips and belly button were in plain sight. The shirt had a couple of randomly placed bows pinned here and there and frilly straps over Goku’s shoulders.

Goku was fairly certain that it wasn’t possible to get more embarrassed than he was right now. His flushed cheeks were nearly as red as the offending outfit and his toes unconsciously curled and dug into the flooring. “What do you mean ‘huh’?” he snapped back loudly.

Remaining in his reclined position against the back of the couch, Sanzo folded his arms while his eyes slowly scanned over Goku from top to bottom. “I didn’t expect it... to fit so well on you.”

“Wha-” Goku’s embarrassed nature made him stumble over his words. “What’s that supposed t’mean? It’s just clothes, right?”

“Right… For a girl.” Sanzo retorted.

After a few seconds ticked away loudly on the clock that was mounted on the wall, Goku’s eyes widened as if he just understood a complicated statement. “Ah! You’re making fun of my height again, aren’t you!?”

Sanzo’s eyes fell shut as a soft sigh crept out from his lips. “Among other things…” He mumbled as the bottom of his sock-clad foot pressed against the back of the couch and pushed him off. Striding across the floor, Sanzo approached the mortified Goku until he was standing directly in front of him.

“Hnng!” Goku grunted out a disgruntled whine as he looked up at Sanzo. “Can I take this off now? This is embarrassing, Sanzo…”

“That’s the point, stupid.” Sanzo unfolded his arms and motioned with his finger in the air for Goku to spin around. “Come on, let me see the whole thing.”

“Wha? No way! It’s even more embarrassing in the back!” Goku’s hands instantly went behind his back and covered his ass.

“That’s also the point. Now,” Sanzo snapped back as he motioned once more for Goku to turn around. “Are you going to turn around, or am I going to have to make you turn around?”

For a moment, Goku’s eyes looked almost as if they were about to well up in tears. But before they could, he clamped them shut and quickly turned around. His fists balled up at his sides again and his head tilted down a bit. “Th-there! Are you happy now?” There was another perfect and large bow tied in the ribbon over Goku’s ass, but this one hung low, exposing the top of his little butt cheeks.

“Hn, how did you get this thing on in the first place? I doubt you’d be able to get these bows perfect like this on your own.” Nonchalantly, Sanzo reached down and tugged lightly on one of the corners of the bow as he spoke.

“That’s cuz I didn’t!” Whirling around, Goku once again faced Sanzo, no longer able to tolerate the embarrassment. “The bows were already tied. There’s a little clasp thing, so it was easy.”

“Oh I see. Where?” Sanzo tilted his head eyeing the seamless ribbon, looking for a clasp of any sort.

Goku’s right hand grabbed the large loop of the bow and moved it out of the way to reveal a small buckle on the ribbon that wrapped around his frame just on the inside of his hip bone.

“Oh? That’s Hakkai for you. Nice and discreet.” Reaching forward again, Sanzo ran the tip of his index finger over the release of the buckle. “So does this undo the entire ribbon?”

“Ah! Don’t you dare, Sanzo! You pervert! I did your punishment, now let me change and go do your essay!”

“How rude, I didn’t even do anything yet and you’re already calling me a pervert,” Sanzo said, falsely hurt.

“Ah, see? You said ‘yet’!” Goku grabbed Sanzo’s wrist in a half-assed attempt to keep him from trying anything.

“Well… You were the one who dragged me away from the essay in the first place to spend time with you.” Sanzo said as he inched closer to Goku, narrowing the gap between them just a bit. His demeanor was morphing in front of Goku’s eyes from his usual apathetic self to a man solely interested in the other man in the room.

“Ya but, I didn’t mean it like that!” Goku shifted back a step, replacing the gap between them, yet his grip on Sanzo’s wrist didn’t let up. “I just meant…”

“What does it matter? I’ll technically be spending time with you…” Countering Goku’s step back, Sanzo took a step towards him.

“But… Ah, Sanzo, you’re such a perverted old man! You actually like this?” Goku whined loudly as he fidgeted with the bow.

“Hmph,” Sanzo’s eyebrows furrowed when Goku called him a perverted old man, but he was in no mood for an argument. “Not usually, no. But I have to admit, it’s quite enticing. Like unwrapping a present on Christmas.” Catching Goku off guard with a quick twist of his wrist, he swiftly snatched up the hand that was holding his arm still. Lacing his fingers through Goku’s, he pinned the hand against the bathroom door behind them next to Goku’s head.

The sudden movement caused Goku to let out a small gasp. “Pervert,” he said as his eyelids fell to half-staff. He was completely helpless when it came to Sanzo. He was embarrassed and even somewhat angry, but with those eyes looking down at him like that and with that body so close to him that he could smell his shampoo, he was completely overpowered.

Sanzo lunged forward and initiated an aggressive kiss that was filled with a weekend’s worth of pent up energy and longing. Goku instantly responded, challenging Sanzo’s tongue with his own and humming into the contact. And when Sanzo’s other hand found itself gliding over Goku’s exposed abs, Goku’s hand clutched Sanzo’s bicep encouragingly.

Worlds began colliding and the two, as if they hadn’t seen each other in months, were completely engulfed in their kiss that became more and more heated with each passing second. Goku wiggled enthusiastically under Sanzo’s touch and squeezed his hand so very tightly. When he felt Sanzo’s hand glide lower over his abdomen towards that gaudy bow, he let out a needy groan.

Sanzo’s hand halted on its trek south and hovered over the clasp that looked ever so easy to simply undo. “Are you still going to tell me to stop?”

“Shut up! Don’t ask embarrassing things!” Goku barked back with his eyes clamped shut.

Sanzo’s fingers curled around the release trigger of the clasp. “Then…?”

“L-like I could tell you to stop now…”

After a victorious yet barely visible smirk, Sanzo pulled apart the clasp. When the ribbon unraveled itself from around Goku’s hips, it slowly slithered down Goku’s legs where it pooled around his feet on the floor. But Sanzo wasn’t paying attention to the ribbon any longer. He was now staring down at a tight pair of panties that were concealed beneath the bow. They were pink cotton, low-rise panties with a small red bow that matched the rest of the outfit along the top waistband. They were most obviously girl panties and therefore looked as if they were stretching for all their worth over Goku’s crotch. Sanzo’s hand suddenly shot up and covered his mouth to prevent the small laugh that was threatening to escape.

“Don’t laugh!” Goku shouted the moment he heard Sanzo’s stifled laugh. “It was part of the outfit, right? It was in the box!” His expression warped from hesitant lust into an embarrassed pout.

“Calm down.” Sanzo pulled his hand away once he regained his cool composure. “I just didn’t know about them.” The same hand then reached forward and was now under Goku’s chin. “Don’t give me that look. I didn’t say it was bad, did I?” Tilting Goku’s head to the side with his hand, Sanzo dipped his head down and attacked Goku’s neck with a soft yet zealous bite.

The little bite triggered a switch in Goku’s body that seemed to make his legs stop working all together and his hands had to reach out and grab Sanzo’s shirt to keep from collapsing. Goku’s jaw clenched tightly as a groan crawled up through his throat.

Sanzo lifted his head just a bit so that his lips were just a breath away from Goku’s neck. “Dressing like a girl surprisingly suits you,” he jested as his warm breath washed over Goku’s pulse, which was gradually rising.

Goku smiled coyly and turned his head just a bit. “Hn, you say that, but you’re the one with something like this.” After saying that his teeth were suddenly on Sanzo’s ear, wrapped around an amethyst stud earring. His tongue rolled over the cool silver of the looped backing before lightly pulling on it playfully.

A small hiss seeped through Sanzo’s teeth when Goku nipped at his ear. “Tss, I didn’t get an earring so you could play with it.”

“Liar,” Goku said before he dragged his tongue over the small purple rock. “I know your ears are super sensitive.” His tongue then traveled further up over the lobe, slowly following the curve.

When a set of goose bumps made themselves evident over Sanzo’s skin, Sanzo decided to fight back. The only way to stop Goku’s teasing was to tease back harder. With his hand on Goku’s shoulder, he pushed Goku back so that his whole body was pressed against the door frame. His other hand slid out from its firm hold on Goku’s hand and he pulled his head back so they could see one another again. “Don’t move.”

Goku’s eyes widened as he watched Sanzo suddenly crouch in front of him down onto his knees. And then those wide eyes clamped shut when he felt Sanzo’s hands gliding over the small gap of flesh between the tall stockings and the small panties. “Mm, you really are a perverted old man, Sanzo.”

“I wouldn’t go calling someone else perverted when you’re like this,” Sanzo said back with a raspy growl in his voice. Then suddenly his tongue was dragging over the front of the small pink panties over the bulge that acted as evidence for Goku’s desire. There was wet trail that darkened the shade of pink on the panties where Sanzo’s tongue rolled over, and beneath it, Goku’s cock twitched desperately.

Goku’s hands instantly shot down and grabbed fistfuls of Sanzo’s hair. “Ahh! D-Don’t just suddenly do that!” His head fell forward limply as he opened his eyes just barely to look down at Sanzo.

Completely ignoring Goku’s words, Sanzo pressed forward again, this time his lips met up with the damp fabric. He placed a few small kisses trailing north until he found the little tip which he sucked lightly.

Goku’s eyes refused to stay open as Sanzo continued to tease him through the panties. His voice betrayed him as well with small choked moans that made speaking difficult. “Sa-Sanzo, stop. You’ll… ruin them.”

“So?” Sanzo’s voice was so low it sounded almost unnatural. “They aren’t yours.” Sanzo’s teeth found the elastic waistband of the panties and pulled teasingly.

“Th-that… Ah, Sanzo… Don’t do it just like that!” Goku whimpered as his grip on Sanzo’s hair tightened. “It’s not fair…”

After another slow, long lick over the front of the panties, Sanzo simply replied, “Hmm?”

“Ahn! You know what I mean!” Goku knew what Sanzo wanted. The perverted blonde liked him to beg. And the more he begged, the more Sanzo would lose control. Goku’s eyes opened to small golden slits, this time shrouded in a hint of tears, and met Sanzo’s. “Please, Sanzo. Not through those. M-move them out of the way… I can’t take it.” His voice was meek and wavered in just the right combination of embarrassment and yearning.

Just as Goku figured, Sanzo’s patient teasing completely evaporated. But instead of simply pulling the underwear out of the way and sucking him off like Goku was hoping, Sanzo had a different idea. His right hand snaked between Goku’s legs and tugged part of the soft cotton off to the side. By the time Goku could tell where Sanzo’s fingers were going, one had already slid inside of him.

With a silent choke, Goku bent so far forward that he was practically hugging Sanzo’s head just to keep from falling over. When he was finally able to breathe again, he forced out words that sounded more like articulated moans between small gasps. “Sanzo! You jerk! You never… warn me! That’s not… where I…”

Sanzo’s finger continued to play with Goku’s sensitive spots while his tongue joined in the fray, licking once more through the now thoroughly soaked panties. “Hmm? But you wanted this too, right?” His words were somewhat muffled as he spoke with his lips just barely away from the warm, pink, cotton barrier.

Goku couldn’t even respond if he wanted to. All he could do was cling to Sanzo tightly and try not to completely collapse. Somewhere along the line, Sanzo had become a master of just where to touch, what to say, and what to do to completely turn Goku’s brain off and make all forms of intelligent thought impossible.

At this juncture in their relationship and at the rate of their usual sexual run-ins, this part of the course wasn’t even necessary anymore. But Sanzo had a not-so-secret thing for teasing Goku. His fingers danced over each and every last trigger spot inside of Goku, drawing out as many moans as his fingers alone could accomplish.

“San-nnh.. Sanzo! Stop! Please… haa… Not… enough. AH! Sanzo, I need it!” Goku’s voice was high in a pleading whine, but quiet in a whisper in Sanzo’s ear.

There was no way Sanzo could hear Goku say those words with that needy, begging voice and not completely lose control. Pulling his hands away and then wrapping his arms around Goku’s frame, Sanzo stood up, hoisting Goku over his shoulder, and carried him to couch.

“Ah!” Goku let out a yelp when he was abruptly dropped onto the clean couch cushion. His eyes followed every movement Sanzo made, from roughly tossing everything off of the couch that was in his way, to undoing the last button on his over shirt and then tossing it off to the side. Goku then followed Sanzo’s body as it crawled over to him on the couch and he laid down on his back accordingly.

As Sanzo crawled forward between Goku’s spread legs, he was ghosting his hands along Goku’s legs like soft, warm railings. When his hands arrived at Goku’s inner thighs, he switched direction and his headed back towards Goku’s knees. He then slid his hands around to underneath his knees and rapidly lifted Goku’s legs up so they were hooked over his shoulders. Looking away from Goku’s lusty eyes and down to the task at hand, Sanzo noted that those abused panties were still there and finally needed to move. He simply reached down and tugged them down over Goku’s hips and left them stretching to the point of nearly busting at the seams on Goku’s partially spread thighs.

With each of Sanzo’s abrupt, impatient, and rough actions, Goku couldn’t help the small fervent sounds that billowed out from his parted lips. Whenever Sanzo, who was usually lazy, apathetic, and short-tempered, would get so into their little bedroom tussles, it was just too sexy. He looked determined and passionate, like hell itself opening up couldn’t stop him. Encouragingly, Goku arched his back off of the couch and squirmed a bit in the air.

He didn’t need to think about it twice, as if he could even think right now. As soon as Sanzo saw Goku’s little hips beckoning him like that, the last working functions of his brain shut off. With a handful of rough movements and a wiggle, Sanzo’s pants were undone and sagging just enough to be out of the way. And then he was inside of that tantalizing little body. Thrusting deeply into that wet, silky inferno.

Below Sanzo, Goku was practically screaming. His arms had risen over his head and were now clinging to the couch cushions desperately. All he could see was bright white behind his eyelids, and all he could hear over his own voice was the thudding in his ears. Sanzo was moving now, thrusting in and out of him, driving him over and over again into a state of pure bliss. Sex with Sanzo was undoubtedly the greatest part of living. Even better than eating. He always imagined that there couldn’t possibly be anything that felt better than this, and each time he made love with his partner, it always seemed to leave the other times in the dust. “Ah! Ahh! Oh god, Sanzo!... Nngh… Don’t stop!”

One of Sanzo’s hands, which had been on Goku’s thigh, met up with Goku’s highly teased cock. He held it firmly in his hand, feeling the strong pulse of blood that shot through it at just the small contact. “Hn, and you call me... the pervert,” Sanzo managed to say between his small pants.

It was a moot point this far into the game to try to say anything to Goku. From the second Sanzo’s fingers wrapped around his tortured dick, Goku was dead to the world of civilized speech. The only thing amongst his moans, which were growing in both volume and frequency, that even resembled words sounded like “more” or “harder”, and numerous times he’d just repeat Sanzo’s name as if the name itself was a synonym for pleasure. And then that all melted and congealed into one loud, long scream as his orgasm caught up with him. As soon as he caught his breath, he opened his blurry eyes to look up at his Sanzo. This is why he loved sex with Sanzo; there couldn’t possibly be a stronger way to feel more connected than this. A shaky hand let go of the couch cushion behind his head and blindly reached up to Sanzo, just wanting to hold on to him somehow.

Sanzo first looked down and saw the shaky, weak hand reaching for him. His eyes then scanned over to Goku’s, which were looking up at him with such raw intensity, like all of his emotions were suddenly scrawled out in big letters in the air. Sanzo’s hand met up with Goku’s and held it firmly, their fingers laced in a perfect fit. He squeezed that hand so insanely tight when he finally came. His head jerked down and he groaned through a wall of teeth.

An indecipherable amount of time passed as the two panted and tried to regain some semblance of reality. All Goku could see of Sanzo though was barrier of blonde hair. “Sanzo…” Goku called out in such a soft voice.

Sanzo lifted his head just enough to be able to look at Goku. His partner’s expression was so loving and so gentle that he couldn’t help but be moved. Leaning down, sandwiching Goku’s legs between their bodies, Sanzo tenderly kissed Goku’s lips. He had an essay due date just around the corner, and Hakkai was going to kill him once he got the outfit back in such a mess. But there was no way he was going to move to either work or try to clean. Not when laying here felt so absolutely right. Goku’s legs had fallen to either side of Sanzo now, and they just laid there on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms.

After awhile, the TV’s mindless chatter was interrupting their listless escape into sleep. “Goku, can you reach the remote?” Sanzo asked in a half-asleep voice.

Goku’s arm blindly reached behind him in the general direction of the remote, but he just barely couldn’t reach it. “Mn, nope.”

“Get up and get it. The TV’s getting annoying.” Sanzo said as he rolled his head over on Goku’s chest to face the couch.

“Wha? You’re the one on top of me, lazy. Just ignore it.” Goku returned his hand to its comfortable position laced through Sanzo’s hair.

“You’re not going to be able to sleep through that noise. You’ll end up getting up to turn it off anyways.” Sanzo let out a small yawn at the end of his statement.

“You mean you will, right? I can sleep through anything.”

“Want to make a bet?”