'Last' Christmas, part 5
Title: 'Last' Christmas
Series: Saiyuki
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku/Sanzo, small brief hintings of Homura/Goku.
Raiting: R
Summary: AU. Sometimes what a person really wants for Christmas is not theirs to ask for.
For warnings and such, see Part One.
( Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five )
-*-*-
There had been many ways he could have awoken that morning. Many had been romantic notions that he had once had in various daydreams, and a few actually were from past experiences. Living in an apartment afforded little privacy, and more often than not one of them would be awoken by some noise that their neighbors made. When one woke up it often would eventually awaken the other, and then they’d both struggle to get back to sleep.
This morning it hadn’t been by the kids next door making a lot of noise over presents like Goku had expected, but by the alarm clock which they hated so much. The timing was so predictable on it, they hadn’t used their own alarm clock since their neighbors moved in six months ago. And even if their neighbor’s bedroom was far from their own, it still sounded as if the alarm was right next to their ears.
Goku winced as he shifted - trying to see if he could possibly cover his ear so that the noise would not be as loud. In his movement, he felt a twinge of pain in his backside. The more he shifted the more it would hurt, and Goku didn’t want to move at all. It was a legitimate excuse to do nothing at all. It wouldn’t work on Sanzo if he told him - the blond had woken up many more mornings in his current state and dealt with it than he had - so Goku enjoyed the repast while it lasted. Soon the alarm was silenced as well.
Cracking an eye open, he looked over at his bed partner resting. He knew there was no way that the blond would be asleep - he had yet to ever wake up before him - but there were times when the man would attempt to go back asleep. His face, while not as relaxed as when he would be in a deep sleep, still lacked the tired lines that formed there during the day.
Goku loved to watch him in those moments. They had become so rare during the past semester that sometimes he wondered if it was just his imagination. Even if they would get a chance to be together on some evenings, one of them would often have to get up early the next morning for work or an early class. It was draining, but he had to admit that it made him appreciate these moments that much more.
Looking down, Goku noticed that a hand was gently settled against his chest. It was not his own, and he almost didn’t want to breathe in fear of it moving. For Sanzo to have not moved it even when he was already awake…
A lock of hair particularly obscured the blond’s closed eyelids, and Goku was tempted to brush it away. But moving his arm to do so would shatter the mood.
Sanzo…
“If you’re going to say something, you should just say it,” the man said suddenly, his eyes still closed. When Goku didn’t immediately respond, he opened his eyes slowly to look at him. “If you don’t breathe you’re going to pass out, idiot.”
“…not an idiot…” Goku smiled, feeling the tiredness in his expression, and brought his hand to Sanzo’s brow to do what he wanted to earlier. He knew there was no animosity behind the insult - there hadn’t been for years, and Goku had rather grown to like it. Maybe it was a sign of some sort-of hidden masochistic tendencies, but he didn’t think that was the reason. He just always knew that Sanzo was acting the most like himself when he was being insulting.
His smile turning more into a grin, Goku moved closer to snuggle against his lover. The hand on the blond’s forehead slid into the silky hair, and Goku pulled him in for a “good morning” kiss. When he started to get a response to it, he moved his hand down to the back of Sanzo’s neck, and then to his shoulder blades. Remembering how he had held onto the man the night before at about the same spot, he tentatively tried to avoid it. His grip had indeed caused bruises, and Goku didn’t want to cause him any pain by touching them. To distract him from it, the brunet nudged his thigh to brush between his lover’s legs.
Sanzo, however, seemed to notice the action. But rather than voice any disapproval he had about the marks he had received the night before, he simply broke the kiss at the distraction provided for him. He looked down between their bodies and smirked. “You’re a mess.”
Goku wanted to grimace at the way the sheets clung to his body. Yes, he was a mess, but he knew that Sanzo had almost as much on him as Goku did. “So are you,” he said matter-of-factly.
The blond didn’t seem like he wanted to say anything to that, and in response Goku just let his hand move to the small of his lover’s back. It was a full minute before either of them spoke again. “C’mon,” Sanzo said authoritatively, “go take a shower.”
The younger man grinned wickedly as he pressed his hand into Sanzo’s back, pushing them closer together. He shifted his leg so that it would be at a better angle and smiled. “You need one too.”
Neither of them could deny the reaction that was resulting in Goku’s touches. Scowling, Sanzo scoffed and looked away. “Brat.”
“C’mon Sanzo, we should really do our best to cut down on our water bills…” he whispered suggestively.
The look on Sanzo’s face gave him the answer he was looking for.
-*-*-
Sanzo knew it had been a ploy to get him out of bed. It was a damn good excuse too, except for the fact that he had forgotten that each time they had attempted to “conserve” water, they ended up spending more time in the shower than two individual showers that they could have taken. But he had never regretted any of them - Goku made sure of that.
After a brief argument upon them coming out about who would change the sheets on their bed, Sanzo found himself in the kitchen making himself a cup of coffee. His reasoning had won in the end - Goku had been the one to make the mess, and he therefore should be the one to clean it up. It hadn’t really been an argument, though. Both of them were too relaxed after the night before and their shower to really get mad at one another immediately.
The coffee maker signaled that it was done brewing his pot. Grabbing a mug from the rack of clean dishes that he had recently washed, he walked over to fill it up. He wanted the scalding-hot liquid in his body as soon as possible - the tile of the kitchen felt like ice on his bare feet.
Goku had stolen his slippers when they got out of the shower. God, he’s been such a brat recently…
Before he could even take a sip of his mug, he found himself yawning. A glance of the clock told him why - it was too early in the morning for them to be up on a holiday. If it wasn’t for that damn alarm clock of their neighbors, he wouldn’t even be awake at all. He had no idea when both Goku and himself had gotten to bed the night before, but there was no way they could have gotten a decent night’s sleep if they were up at this hour.
But none of that would matter once Goku was done making their bed. He’d come in and drag Sanzo off to go open their presents. He’d wake up soon enough.
Not wanting to stand more than he had to, the man went to sit down at the kitchen table. The chair had been how they left it from before, much to his amusement. Sitting down in it, he set his coffee down and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. A glance inside made him frown - he had only one left. After withdrawing the cylinder, he crinkled up the empty box and tossed it towards the trash can near the door. It bounced off the rim and into the center of the entranceway.
“Che. Whatever.” He lit it with his lighter, which had been left on the table, then tossed it to the side. Leaning back, he took a drag and simply relaxed. It had been a long time since he had been able to sit down comfortably the morning after, and he wanted to enjoy it.
Definitely something that should be repeated, he noted with a smirk. He could get used to it.
His eyes drifted to the table, which was still covered in their mail from the night before. He dismissed the bills and the cards, only to look at the envelope.
The envelope. The stupid one that he still hadn’t open.
Picking it up, he glared at it as if it were the source of his problems. In a way, it was. He wouldn’t have had to deal with a moody Goku if he had never applied there. But Goku had encouraged him to apply… he didn’t understand the younger man sometimes.
It was driving him nuts. He knew what was inside there, but…
A rustle of paper alerted him to Goku’s presence. Looking up, he saw the brunet pick up his discarded cigarette box and throw it in the trash. There was a look in his eyes when their gazes met, and Sanzo couldn’t describe it. There was pain at seeing the envelope, but there was something else.
It was almost as if Goku was letting him go.
The thought seemed to have shocked the man. Goku was never known for letting anything go, especially things that really mattered to him. It was endearing, but in many other ways it was annoying. Goku couldn’t get rid of him that easy.
“I have another piece of trash for you,” he said quickly, breaking the silence. Goku looked startled, but walked over. He looked over the table for the trash Sanzo was referring to, and the man seemed confused, since the envelopes that the bills and cards had come in had already been thrown away. Sanzo simply shook his head and held out the envelope in his hand.
“You need to be more careful when you sort. You know how much I hate to get junk mail.”
The statement had left Goku speechless. His mouth was slightly opened as he held it in his own hands. Sanzo simply took another drag of his cigarette.
“What are you waiting for? It’s junk mail. Tear it up.”
It didn’t matter what it said anymore. Not when it was confetti in their trashcan. And Sanzo didn’t make any snide remarks for once when Goku had promptly tackled him after throwing it away.
After all, junk mail could be deceiving. Especially when it hadn’t been junk at first at all.
Sanzo snorted. So much for their ‘last’ Christmas together. If he had anything to say about it, there would be many more. And Genjo Sanzo always got his way.
An arm went to encircle the brunet and the other set his cigarette down. “Merry Christmas, Goku,” he said with a small smile.
Goku’s face had been nestled in his chest, but his lover looked up and smiled - one of his genuine smiles - back. “Merry Christmas, Sanzo.”
::Fin::
Personal Notes: This fic was a MONSTER to write, and I'm completely serious about that. @__@;;; I expected it to be somewhere around 5k, but it ended up around 18k. The shorter version was finished in time for Christmas, but the lemon took a lot longer than expected. This is the longest one shot I've ever written, and I'm incredibly happy with how it turned out.
Series: Saiyuki
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku/Sanzo, small brief hintings of Homura/Goku.
Raiting: R
Summary: AU. Sometimes what a person really wants for Christmas is not theirs to ask for.
For warnings and such, see Part One.
( Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five )
-*-*-
There had been many ways he could have awoken that morning. Many had been romantic notions that he had once had in various daydreams, and a few actually were from past experiences. Living in an apartment afforded little privacy, and more often than not one of them would be awoken by some noise that their neighbors made. When one woke up it often would eventually awaken the other, and then they’d both struggle to get back to sleep.
This morning it hadn’t been by the kids next door making a lot of noise over presents like Goku had expected, but by the alarm clock which they hated so much. The timing was so predictable on it, they hadn’t used their own alarm clock since their neighbors moved in six months ago. And even if their neighbor’s bedroom was far from their own, it still sounded as if the alarm was right next to their ears.
Goku winced as he shifted - trying to see if he could possibly cover his ear so that the noise would not be as loud. In his movement, he felt a twinge of pain in his backside. The more he shifted the more it would hurt, and Goku didn’t want to move at all. It was a legitimate excuse to do nothing at all. It wouldn’t work on Sanzo if he told him - the blond had woken up many more mornings in his current state and dealt with it than he had - so Goku enjoyed the repast while it lasted. Soon the alarm was silenced as well.
Cracking an eye open, he looked over at his bed partner resting. He knew there was no way that the blond would be asleep - he had yet to ever wake up before him - but there were times when the man would attempt to go back asleep. His face, while not as relaxed as when he would be in a deep sleep, still lacked the tired lines that formed there during the day.
Goku loved to watch him in those moments. They had become so rare during the past semester that sometimes he wondered if it was just his imagination. Even if they would get a chance to be together on some evenings, one of them would often have to get up early the next morning for work or an early class. It was draining, but he had to admit that it made him appreciate these moments that much more.
Looking down, Goku noticed that a hand was gently settled against his chest. It was not his own, and he almost didn’t want to breathe in fear of it moving. For Sanzo to have not moved it even when he was already awake…
A lock of hair particularly obscured the blond’s closed eyelids, and Goku was tempted to brush it away. But moving his arm to do so would shatter the mood.
Sanzo…
“If you’re going to say something, you should just say it,” the man said suddenly, his eyes still closed. When Goku didn’t immediately respond, he opened his eyes slowly to look at him. “If you don’t breathe you’re going to pass out, idiot.”
“…not an idiot…” Goku smiled, feeling the tiredness in his expression, and brought his hand to Sanzo’s brow to do what he wanted to earlier. He knew there was no animosity behind the insult - there hadn’t been for years, and Goku had rather grown to like it. Maybe it was a sign of some sort-of hidden masochistic tendencies, but he didn’t think that was the reason. He just always knew that Sanzo was acting the most like himself when he was being insulting.
His smile turning more into a grin, Goku moved closer to snuggle against his lover. The hand on the blond’s forehead slid into the silky hair, and Goku pulled him in for a “good morning” kiss. When he started to get a response to it, he moved his hand down to the back of Sanzo’s neck, and then to his shoulder blades. Remembering how he had held onto the man the night before at about the same spot, he tentatively tried to avoid it. His grip had indeed caused bruises, and Goku didn’t want to cause him any pain by touching them. To distract him from it, the brunet nudged his thigh to brush between his lover’s legs.
Sanzo, however, seemed to notice the action. But rather than voice any disapproval he had about the marks he had received the night before, he simply broke the kiss at the distraction provided for him. He looked down between their bodies and smirked. “You’re a mess.”
Goku wanted to grimace at the way the sheets clung to his body. Yes, he was a mess, but he knew that Sanzo had almost as much on him as Goku did. “So are you,” he said matter-of-factly.
The blond didn’t seem like he wanted to say anything to that, and in response Goku just let his hand move to the small of his lover’s back. It was a full minute before either of them spoke again. “C’mon,” Sanzo said authoritatively, “go take a shower.”
The younger man grinned wickedly as he pressed his hand into Sanzo’s back, pushing them closer together. He shifted his leg so that it would be at a better angle and smiled. “You need one too.”
Neither of them could deny the reaction that was resulting in Goku’s touches. Scowling, Sanzo scoffed and looked away. “Brat.”
“C’mon Sanzo, we should really do our best to cut down on our water bills…” he whispered suggestively.
The look on Sanzo’s face gave him the answer he was looking for.
-*-*-
Sanzo knew it had been a ploy to get him out of bed. It was a damn good excuse too, except for the fact that he had forgotten that each time they had attempted to “conserve” water, they ended up spending more time in the shower than two individual showers that they could have taken. But he had never regretted any of them - Goku made sure of that.
After a brief argument upon them coming out about who would change the sheets on their bed, Sanzo found himself in the kitchen making himself a cup of coffee. His reasoning had won in the end - Goku had been the one to make the mess, and he therefore should be the one to clean it up. It hadn’t really been an argument, though. Both of them were too relaxed after the night before and their shower to really get mad at one another immediately.
The coffee maker signaled that it was done brewing his pot. Grabbing a mug from the rack of clean dishes that he had recently washed, he walked over to fill it up. He wanted the scalding-hot liquid in his body as soon as possible - the tile of the kitchen felt like ice on his bare feet.
Goku had stolen his slippers when they got out of the shower. God, he’s been such a brat recently…
Before he could even take a sip of his mug, he found himself yawning. A glance of the clock told him why - it was too early in the morning for them to be up on a holiday. If it wasn’t for that damn alarm clock of their neighbors, he wouldn’t even be awake at all. He had no idea when both Goku and himself had gotten to bed the night before, but there was no way they could have gotten a decent night’s sleep if they were up at this hour.
But none of that would matter once Goku was done making their bed. He’d come in and drag Sanzo off to go open their presents. He’d wake up soon enough.
Not wanting to stand more than he had to, the man went to sit down at the kitchen table. The chair had been how they left it from before, much to his amusement. Sitting down in it, he set his coffee down and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. A glance inside made him frown - he had only one left. After withdrawing the cylinder, he crinkled up the empty box and tossed it towards the trash can near the door. It bounced off the rim and into the center of the entranceway.
“Che. Whatever.” He lit it with his lighter, which had been left on the table, then tossed it to the side. Leaning back, he took a drag and simply relaxed. It had been a long time since he had been able to sit down comfortably the morning after, and he wanted to enjoy it.
Definitely something that should be repeated, he noted with a smirk. He could get used to it.
His eyes drifted to the table, which was still covered in their mail from the night before. He dismissed the bills and the cards, only to look at the envelope.
The envelope. The stupid one that he still hadn’t open.
Picking it up, he glared at it as if it were the source of his problems. In a way, it was. He wouldn’t have had to deal with a moody Goku if he had never applied there. But Goku had encouraged him to apply… he didn’t understand the younger man sometimes.
It was driving him nuts. He knew what was inside there, but…
A rustle of paper alerted him to Goku’s presence. Looking up, he saw the brunet pick up his discarded cigarette box and throw it in the trash. There was a look in his eyes when their gazes met, and Sanzo couldn’t describe it. There was pain at seeing the envelope, but there was something else.
It was almost as if Goku was letting him go.
The thought seemed to have shocked the man. Goku was never known for letting anything go, especially things that really mattered to him. It was endearing, but in many other ways it was annoying. Goku couldn’t get rid of him that easy.
“I have another piece of trash for you,” he said quickly, breaking the silence. Goku looked startled, but walked over. He looked over the table for the trash Sanzo was referring to, and the man seemed confused, since the envelopes that the bills and cards had come in had already been thrown away. Sanzo simply shook his head and held out the envelope in his hand.
“You need to be more careful when you sort. You know how much I hate to get junk mail.”
The statement had left Goku speechless. His mouth was slightly opened as he held it in his own hands. Sanzo simply took another drag of his cigarette.
“What are you waiting for? It’s junk mail. Tear it up.”
It didn’t matter what it said anymore. Not when it was confetti in their trashcan. And Sanzo didn’t make any snide remarks for once when Goku had promptly tackled him after throwing it away.
After all, junk mail could be deceiving. Especially when it hadn’t been junk at first at all.
Sanzo snorted. So much for their ‘last’ Christmas together. If he had anything to say about it, there would be many more. And Genjo Sanzo always got his way.
An arm went to encircle the brunet and the other set his cigarette down. “Merry Christmas, Goku,” he said with a small smile.
Goku’s face had been nestled in his chest, but his lover looked up and smiled - one of his genuine smiles - back. “Merry Christmas, Sanzo.”
::Fin::
Personal Notes: This fic was a MONSTER to write, and I'm completely serious about that. @__@;;; I expected it to be somewhere around 5k, but it ended up around 18k. The shorter version was finished in time for Christmas, but the lemon took a lot longer than expected. This is the longest one shot I've ever written, and I'm incredibly happy with how it turned out.