Dance with Me

Disclaimer: I don’t own Saiyuki or any of the guys. That honor belongs to Kazuya Minekura. I do however own the women in the story. But, not in that way.

Goku moved across the stage. He was finally seeing what Gojyo was talking about. The eyes of the women, their breasts, the curve of their hips and most importantly, the way they moved. Several months ago, he mustered up the courage to ask Gojyo about women and why he chased them like he did. Gojyo just told him he would never understand and walked away. Goku then went to the person he should have talked to in the first place, Hakkai.

Hakkai took Goku seriously and answered any question the teen had. He asked why Gojyo chased women even though it seemed like most of the time, the women just turned him down. Hakkai answered that it made it all the more sweet when Gojyo finally got a positive answer to his many pick-up lines. Hakkai talked a long time about relationships between men and women, how babies were made and most importantly, how to prevent babies from being made. Goku asked Hakkai if there might be someone out there who would be willing to spend their life with him. Hakkai smiled and gave the golden-eyed teen a one armed hug. Hakkai told him, it might take their whole journey until Goku found that special someone but he was sure she was out there.

All this flashed in an instant in Goku’s mind. He was dancing against a pole, hips thrusting and sliding up and down the pole. He could feel the music in his chest and the beat was bringing out his animal side. His skin was beginning to feel too small and the urge to remove the gold diadem from his head was becoming overwhelming. His hands roamed over his chest and up his neck. His eyes closed as he imagined that it was feminine hands on his body instead of his rough calloused ones. Goku threaded his hands in his hair, fingers roaming over the diadem.

All of a sudden rough hands gripped Goku’s head. His eyes flew open and he was startled to see the angry purple eyes of Sanzo. Goku stopped dancing and tried to hide behind the pole. Sanzo was furious and although Goku didn’t know why, he knew enough to try and get out of the way of the priest when he was like this.

“You need to keep your diadem on!” Sanzo was yelling to be heard over the beat of the music and the screaming of the women. “If you take that off in here, you will go berserk. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Sanzo had let go of Goku’s hair but his eyes still had him pinned to the spot.

“I don’t know! My skin feels too tight for my body, I’m having trouble breathing and I want something, but I don’t know what it is.” Goku broke away from Sanzo’s hold and moved to the front of the stage, just in front of the stairs leading down. Goku’s head began swaying to the music again and his eyes closed.

Sanzo sighed. He knew the day would come when the monkey’s hormones would kick in but why did it have to be here? He understood why Gojyo acted the way he did. Hell, the guy got hard when there was only one woman in the room. Sanzo was kinda surprised that Gojyo didn’t throw himself to the floor and yell, “Come and get it, ladies!”

Hakkai’s behavior really surprised him. Sanzo knew about Kannan and how much Hakkai loved her. Gojyo let it slip one day that Hakkai had put Kannan fully in his past and he was ready to move on. But, to see Hakkai actually find a woman in this place and take her to a private room, that surprised Sanzo. Wether it was the beat of the music or just pent up frustration finally coming out, Sanzo didn’t know what possessed Hakkai to do what he did.

Sanzo moved to Goku’s side and leaned closer to him. “If you promise to leave the diadem on, go.” Goku looked at Sanzo, eyes wide. There was a trace of fear in Goku’s eyes, but the excitement on his face was obvious. “I know I never told you anything about what happens between a man and a woman when…”

Goku interrupted him. “Hakkai told me. Is this how it feels?” Goku put a hand to his chest, as if he could still the hard beating of his heart on his own.

“I don’t know. I’m a monk, stupid. I took a vow and I take it seriously. But if this is what you want, I won’t stop you. I’m not your owner.”

Goku took one last look at Sanzo, grinned at him and bounded down the stairs. Immediately, women pressed themselves against Goku. He was sweaty from all the dancing but that didn’t seem to bother them. Bouncers surrounded him, blocking the women. “Like we told your buddy, they can’t touch you but you can touch them. If you need a private room, we can show you where it is. There are bouncers blocking the entrance to the hall that goes to the rooms and no one else can enter.” Goku nodded. His eyes burned with heat and his body throbbed. He moved though the room with almost a savage grace, his body moving with the music while he searched for what he was looking for.

She was standing near the bar. She was almost the same height as Goku and she was swaying to the music. She had long black hair that hung straight down her back and it shone almost blue in the light of the club. She was wearing a deep blue mini dress that showed off her legs. Goku could imagine how good those legs would feel wrapped around his waist. Heat pooled in his groin. He could only see her profile and he wanted to see all of her. Her breasts were not too big and not too small. Goku wondered if they were as soft as the ones Gojyo mumbled about in his sleep. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her.

He moved up to her and touched her arm. She turned and smiled at him. Golden eyes stared into hazel ones. He moved closer to her mouth and parted his lips slightly. His breath was hot on her face and without realizing it, she opened her mouth. Their breaths mingled and meshed into one. Goku moved the last few inches and touched his lips to hers. It was his first kiss and he really didn’t know what to do. Once, he overheard Gojyo seducing a woman by telling her all the different ways he could kiss. Soft and sweet, warm and passionate or hot and wet. By the sounds they made, Goku guessed the woman liked hot and wet best.

The black haired beauty moved her lips over Goku’s, leaving them for a second, only to come back and press her lips more firmly to his. Goku’s mind was spinning. So this is what all the fuss is about. He pressed his lips to hers and sucked her bottom lip in his mouth. She moaned but he captured it with his mouth. He let go of her lip and kissed her again, gently pushing his tongue past her lips, his knees almost buckling when he felt her tongue.

His hands threaded in her hair, noting how silky it felt in his hands. But, when she leaned forward, it brushed against his overheated body and that was his undoing. He broke the kiss. “Will you come with me?” She nodded and he grabbed her hand, practically racing to the back rooms.

They moved past the bouncer and Goku barely took heed of what was happening in the other rooms. He could see Hakkai and the brown haired woman kissing, their bodies entwined. He couldn’t see Gojyo but he could hear the moans from the blonde woman. He must be as good as he bragged.

Goku and the woman found their private room and stopped in the middle of the room. The bouncer hadn’t followed them and he was glad of that fact. He was finally alone with a woman and although he didn’t know exactly what to do, instinct began to take over.

He moved closer to her and hugged her to him. She held her arms at her side. “What’s wrong?” He hoped he didn’t misunderstand her and brought her back here by mistake. He pushed her away from him, still holding onto her arms.

“The rules are we aren’t supposed to touch you. “ She trembled, her body screaming for him.

Goku smiled in relief. “We don’t really work her. We were trying to escape some youkai and we ended up being mistaken for the nightly entertainment.”

“Oh, thank God!” She threw herself back into his arms and hugged him close. Her hands were roaming over his back and shoulders. She pressed light kisses on his collarbone and his head went back, giving her his throat. She nipped and kissed her way to the hollow of his throat, touching it with her tongue. Goku hissed in pleasure as his hands tightened on her arms. He was fast getting to the point where he wanted her up against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist and his mouth on hers.


Sanzo was the last one left on stage. He was still in the front and he was getting annoyed at all the women yelling at him to take off his shirt. He turned and began walking back to the pole where he’d stood before talking to Goku. He almost made it there when he saw the manager yelling and pointing at him, again. Sanzo closed his eyes and with his pinky finger, scratched the inside of his ear. “What?” He yelled.

“Get your ass over here!” Sanzo moved closer to the manager but didn’t leave the stage. “I swear, I am never going to hire you guys again! Now instead of having four dancers, I have three in the back rooms and one who refuses to dance. You still have an hour left and if you don’t start wiggling your behind out there, I ain’t paying!”

Sanzo removed the pirate hat and combed his fingers through his golden blonde hair. He was pissed. First, the fucking Kappa gets them into this mess and is the first to find a woman and then Hakkai goes and finds a woman and even the stupid monkey gets horny! Out of all the bad things that have happened to them since they began this journey, this has to be the worst. Sanzo turned his back on the manager, gave him the finger and moved to a pole.

The music was doing nothing for him. He has pushed his carnal desires so deep, that even a beat as sensual as this, it did nothing more for him than give him the beginnings of a headache. But if Gojyo found out that because Sanzo refused dance, they wouldn’t be getting a thousand dollars, he would give Sanzo a bigger headache. Sure, he could take the Kappa out with one shot, but he didn’t feel like cleaning up the mess. Sanzo was left with only one choice. The fat little manager said he had to dance, but nobody told him he had to dance well!


Gojyo and the not-so-shy-anymore blonde were getting more and more aroused. He was throbbing and his body was begging for release. There wasn’t much in the rooms, just a few chairs and…his eyes lit up as he spied a nice, big couch. He picked her up and moved to the couch and laid her down. His body was screaming for her body but he didn’t want to alarm her by throwing himself on top of her and start grinding. So he kneeled by the couch and began to touch her. His fingers fluttered over her face and throat, while his lips burned kisses into her skin. He unbuttoned her light pink shirt and parted it to reveal a front hook, lacy bra. She tried to cover herself but he grabbed her wrists and held them over her head on the arm of the couch.

“You are going to get in trouble. I don’t think this is what they mean by you can touch us.” She wanted him to continue but she didn’t want him to get into trouble.

Gojyo grinned. “I’ll tell you a little secret. I don’t really work here. Me and the other guys I’m with, ran into here to get away from some youkai and next thing I know, I’m on stage.” Gojyo dropped the grin and kissed her softly. “Then, I see you and it’s all over for me. I had to have you.” Gojyo moved to her throat and started nipping over to her collarbone. “Please, don’t deny me this. I need this tonight.” She moaned and was lost in the feel of his lips on her collarbone and his hands on her breast. He fondled her breast and her nipples hardened.

“Yes”, she moaned. “I want this as much as you.”

Gojyo didn’t need any further urging. He let go of the petite woman’s wrists and whispered in her ear. “What’s your name?”

“Momoko”, she gasped out the name as Gojyo’s large hands began to mold and shape her breast. “W…what’s yours?”

“Gojyo”, he said as he moved closer to her breasts. “Let’s see if you taste as sweet as your name implies.” He unclasped her bra, letting it fall to her sides and rubbed his thumb over one of her nipples. She moaned as the pink bud hardened more. She could feel his breath over the nipple and she wondered how much longer he was going to tease her. He had let her wrists go and she snaked her fingers through his blood-red hair, loving the feeling of it on her hand and arm.

His tongue gave a little lick on the tip of her nipple and she shivered. He kissed all around her nipple and she arched her back, begging for more. She tried to press his head closer to her, but he was having none of it. “Eager aren’t you, little peach?” She couldn’t speak. She was shaking too much, begging him for more in her mind. As if he read her mind, he leaned down and took her nipple in his hot mouth.

She arched off the couch, grabbing his head with both hands. His tongue was like hot velvet, sending waves of pleasure to her core. He suckled one breast while not forgetting the other. He rolled her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His mouth left her breast and he moved his body on the couch, settling half on her. She could feel his arousal at her hip and it thrilled her to know that she did this to him. He circled kisses on the breast nearest to him, teasing her, making her beg him to take her nipple in his mouth. Finally, he did and the feel of his hair sliding across her other breast was nothing like she’d ever felt before.


Hakkai was drowning in feelings he forgot he had. It had been so long since he had held a woman like this, he’d almost forgotten how a woman felt. The slope of a woman’s shoulders, the fresh scent of her and the feel of her breasts up against his broad, muscled chest. She wore a cotton yukata and geta sandals. Her yukata was soft and a little faded from so many washings but Hakkai thought she looked beautiful. Her hair was shorter than many women, only coming down to her shoulders but is was a soft and wavy light brown. Hakkai buried his nose in her hair and took a deep breath. She smelled like the outdoors, as if she worked outside for a living.

Her hands snaked up under his wings and her touch was driving him mad. Thankfully, he wore short pants under the robe or this would be embarrassing for both of them.

“Why a fallen angel?” She breathed into his neck, while placing little kisses as she spoke.

“Because, that’s what I am.” His head tilted back to give her better access to his throat. He was always the one to make the first move with Kannan, but she was his past and perhaps, this woman was his future. “The pain of my past made me this way.”

Her hands left his back and moved to the ties of his robe. She began to work the knot with sure fingers. “Then let me take away your pain, even if it’s only for one night.” She parted his robe, revealing small, white shorts. Her hands roamed his chest, brushing over his nipples. He hissed, his body becoming alive. Her touch was like a match, setting his body on fire wherever she touched. She took his hand and led him to the couch in the back of the room.

His hands framed her face and he claimed her lips. There was nothing gentle about it. His hands moved from her face as he deepened the kiss, one hand on the small of her back and the other threading through her hair. Hakkai pulled her flush against him and she could feel his hardness at the juncture of her thighs. She wiggled her hips closer to him and was rewarded with a moan. He gave several small thrusts and she melted in his arms. She turned Hakkai so his back was to the couch and pushed him down.

His eyes had so much passion in them, they glowed with an almost unnatural light. She stood over him like an avenging goddess. She straddled his knees and sat on his lap. She moved forward, grinding against him as she went. She stopped, her face mere inches from his. “I know we aren’t allowed to touch you, but I can’t help myself.” She took a finger and traced his right ear.

“We were running from some youkai and we ended up in here. We were coerced into taking this job.” His eyes closed and he tilted his neck so she could trace his neck.

“I’m glad. I was worried I might get you in trouble.” She leaned forward, brushing her hardened nipples against his bare chest. “My name is Shika, it means deer.” She brought one of his hands to her breast. “When I was a child, I took the name to heart and ran wild like a deer.” She took his earlobe in her mouth and dragged it down with her teeth. “I guess I never grew out of being wild.” She nipped his shoulder. “What’s your name?”


“Hakkai”, he managed to growl out. Hakkai was aroused, almost to the point of pain. He grabbed her hips, thrusting upwards while he ground against them. Shika threw back her head with a load moan. He parted her yukata to reveal her unfettered breasts. Her nipples were hard and straining. Hakkai’s shaking hands caressed her breasts. He could feel them getting fuller as her arousal grew. Kannan always held back, never making the first move but Shika wasn’t like that. She knew what she wanted and she wasn’t shy about taking it. Shika was doing wonderful things to his body. He could stay like this forever.





Whew! The guys are getting a little more than they bargained for but I don’t think they are complaining…well, except for Sanzo.