Happy 39!
Here's the second fic to celebrate 39 day across the pond. ;) *cries as she has to head off too more classes*
Title: Zeypher
Author: kambeiadaro
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and it's characters belong to Kazuya Minekura.
Summary: Sanzo and Goku share a lovely dinner together.
Written for kispexi2 's birthday.
The brunet occupying the seat by the window fiddled with his chopsticks. There was not much left at the table to pick at. The dinner was as done as the wine bottle they shared. Goku eyed the sauce left in one of the plates; he reached for some of Sanzo's leftover bread and used it to dip.
They never meant to have dinner alone on this night. Neither Sanzo nor Goku were even sure what day it was. Even if the two did they really wouldn't care if it commemorated some anniversary. What mattered was little more then just a quiet autumn night with no one for distraction but themselves.
Without much of a thought between them, the eyes of the cranky blond and impish brunet met. It was nothing more then a glance at someone each had been accustomed to. All the same it was much more. Those eyes belonged to someone Sanzo knew a good six years now. They were eyes Goku would have gladly peered into for centuries without complaint.
Wood creaked across the floor as their seats inched closer together. Sanzo meant to drape his arm over Goku's shoulders but his hand intended to cup the cherub face so close to his. As his thumb stroked, it was clear the skin was dry from the aridness of the desert, it wasn't very round anymore either.
Goku breathed in Sanzo's scent, licking his lips in anticipation. The fluttering from deep in his gut made it's way up to his parted lips. Before he could utter a sound Sanzo moved his thumb to play at the younger man's lip. Goku licked and suckled on the digit as Sanzo watched.
With so little as a tiny moan from Goku, Sanzo replaced his thumb to brush his lips to Goku's. Butterfly kisses helped the two softly taste each other. Tasting that mouth meant more then a meal to Goku. The coarse monk would never dare admit what such kisses did to him.
The blond could feel his body heat up in a way no wine or liquor could. Goku wrapped his arms around Sanzo's necks and wriggled his way onto Sanzo's lap. The sensation was enough to have Goku melt into the older man. Sanzo couldn't help but hungrily wrap his arms around Goku's waist; the young brunet's back felt strong under the caress of Sanzo's hands.
The blond placed his hands under Goku's shirt to better feel his way up, down, and around the younger man's torso. The sensation of Sanzo's hands moving on his skin easily made Goku moan, and the monk took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into Goku's mouth.
Their tongues played tag as the two took turns plunging into each other's mouths, tasting and savoring the warmth. In each other's arm they found a comfort that could not be provided elsewhere. It was a level of peace no meditation or food could provide for either of them.
On the table, wax trickled down the stalk of white onto the edge of the holder. With the open window, the wind eased it's breath onto the flame making it flicker on it's wick. The aroma in the air was pleasant with the relaxing scent of jasmine mixed in with the musk of the two young men commencing a memorable night.
Title: Zeypher
Author: kambeiadaro
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and it's characters belong to Kazuya Minekura.
Summary: Sanzo and Goku share a lovely dinner together.
Written for kispexi2 's birthday.
The brunet occupying the seat by the window fiddled with his chopsticks. There was not much left at the table to pick at. The dinner was as done as the wine bottle they shared. Goku eyed the sauce left in one of the plates; he reached for some of Sanzo's leftover bread and used it to dip.
They never meant to have dinner alone on this night. Neither Sanzo nor Goku were even sure what day it was. Even if the two did they really wouldn't care if it commemorated some anniversary. What mattered was little more then just a quiet autumn night with no one for distraction but themselves.
Without much of a thought between them, the eyes of the cranky blond and impish brunet met. It was nothing more then a glance at someone each had been accustomed to. All the same it was much more. Those eyes belonged to someone Sanzo knew a good six years now. They were eyes Goku would have gladly peered into for centuries without complaint.
Wood creaked across the floor as their seats inched closer together. Sanzo meant to drape his arm over Goku's shoulders but his hand intended to cup the cherub face so close to his. As his thumb stroked, it was clear the skin was dry from the aridness of the desert, it wasn't very round anymore either.
Goku breathed in Sanzo's scent, licking his lips in anticipation. The fluttering from deep in his gut made it's way up to his parted lips. Before he could utter a sound Sanzo moved his thumb to play at the younger man's lip. Goku licked and suckled on the digit as Sanzo watched.
With so little as a tiny moan from Goku, Sanzo replaced his thumb to brush his lips to Goku's. Butterfly kisses helped the two softly taste each other. Tasting that mouth meant more then a meal to Goku. The coarse monk would never dare admit what such kisses did to him.
The blond could feel his body heat up in a way no wine or liquor could. Goku wrapped his arms around Sanzo's necks and wriggled his way onto Sanzo's lap. The sensation was enough to have Goku melt into the older man. Sanzo couldn't help but hungrily wrap his arms around Goku's waist; the young brunet's back felt strong under the caress of Sanzo's hands.
The blond placed his hands under Goku's shirt to better feel his way up, down, and around the younger man's torso. The sensation of Sanzo's hands moving on his skin easily made Goku moan, and the monk took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into Goku's mouth.
Their tongues played tag as the two took turns plunging into each other's mouths, tasting and savoring the warmth. In each other's arm they found a comfort that could not be provided elsewhere. It was a level of peace no meditation or food could provide for either of them.
On the table, wax trickled down the stalk of white onto the edge of the holder. With the open window, the wind eased it's breath onto the flame making it flicker on it's wick. The aroma in the air was pleasant with the relaxing scent of jasmine mixed in with the musk of the two young men commencing a memorable night.