Bundling, Goku/Sanzo, G
Title: Bundling
Author: cicer
Warnings: None
Pairing(s): Light Sanzo/Goku? Or not, if you don't want to look at it that way.
Notes: For Prompt #26: Two Viewpoints. Could've used a little more time with this one, but it took me 48 minutes as it was, and I didn't want to go any further over the time limit. Forgive any remaining typos, I only had time for a brief edit. Clocked in at 1,340 words.
Sanzo woke to the sound of breathing close to his ear and a body pressed against his back. Under the pillow, his fingers curled reflexively around his gun until he forced them to relax. He smothered a sigh into the blankets and drove his elbow back, hard. An indignant squawk sounded just behind him and the body scooted back.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demanded groggily, and lifted a hand to rub his eyes. He peered blearily in the direction of the window. The room was dark and the world outside the window was black and empty. He sighed again.
“I was cold,” Goku mumbled, and Sanzo felt him edging closer. He smacked in Goku’s direction, blindly, and was rewarded with the sound of flesh on flesh and another startled yelp.
“Then get another blanket, stupid,” he snapped, and dragged the covers back around his body. Privately, he was forced to admit it was unseasonably cold. The night before, there had been half a foot of snow on the ground, and Hakkai had fussed about forcing Jeep to endure such harsh weather. Sanzo half-suspected that Hakkai would attempt to convince him to stay another night if the weather wasn’t better in the morning. He jerked the blankets over his shoulder and growled. Exactly what they needed, he thought bitterly. Another delay.
Beside him, Goku slipped closer, tugging on the blankets, and Sanzo swatted at him halfheartedly. It was cold, true, but not cold enough to necessitate sharing a bed. “There aren’t anymore blankets,” Goku complained, and yanked on the blankets until they slid out of Sanzo’s grip. “Come on. Please?”
Sanzo bit his lip hard as Goku pressed against his back again. A year ago, a slap and a little yelling would have been enough to drive the stupid monkey back to his own bed. Lately, though, it seemed that Goku was developing a certain willful streak, especially when it came to him. Sanzo didn’t like it one bit, and if it hadn’t been the middle of the night, and if he hadn’t been so cold, and if Goku hadn’t been radiating heat like a furnace, he would have given the monkey a beating he wouldn’t soon forget.
Instead, he pressed his palm to his forehead, hauled the blankets more closely around him, and snapped, “Shut up.” He was aggravated to hear Goku make a small, happy sound, apparently recognizing the acquiescence for what it was, and scowled into the dark room.
Hissing irritably into his pillow, Sanzo jerked in surprise when an arm slid around his waist. He reached down to yank it off, but Goku’s grip was like iron and he made a small, whining sound when Sanzo attempted to shove him away. After a moment, he gave up and slumped against the bed. It was too late for this nonsense, he thought. Tonight, he’d let it go, but tomorrow, he’d make Goku pay. Tomorrow.
~~~
Goku shivered and curled himself into a ball under the blankets. It was so cold, almost colder than the time they’d gotten caught in the snow up in the mountain. Wrapping an arm around his knees and pulling them up against his chest, he winced as he remembered the suffocating feeling of being buried under so much snow.
Unhappily, Goku pulled a pillow over his head and buried himself under the down blankets. He remembered Hakkai telling him once that you lost most of your heat from you head, and hoped the pillow might warm things up. But after a few minutes he was forced to conclude that it didn’t, and anyway it was awfully hard to breathe under there. He pushed the pillow aside and sat up on the bed, peering into the darkness.
“Sanzo?” he whispered in the direction of the other bed. There was no answer, which meant that Sanzo was either awake and ignoring him, or actually asleep. Goku suspected it was the latter. He could just barely hear Sanzo’s breathing, shallow and far more even than it would have been if he was awake and listening to Goku thrash around on his bed.
Pulling the blanket around his shoulders, Goku thought for a moment and then slipped off the bed and padded across the room. The floor was cold and he winced, and nearly tripped over his shoes in the middle of the room. Groping blindly, he found the edge of Sanzo’s bed and eased himself onto it.
He waited a minute, half-expecting Sanzo to turn around and shove him off. When nothing happened, he laid down on the bed experimentally, just far enough away that he couldn’t touch Sanzo but could feel the heat from his body. He sighed and tightened the blankets around himself, scooting a little closer. Sanzo was so warm.
Inwardly, he convinced himself it would be all right to stay there for a few minutes. Maybe he could even sleep there, if he could wake up before Sanzo did and go back to his own bed. Goku mulled that over and made a face. Not likely, he thought. Sanzo was always the first one up, and even if he escaped back to his bed in time, Goku had a sneaking suspicion that Sanzo would know he’d been there, anyway.
Burrowing into the covers, Goku slowly edged toward Sanzo’s body, listening to his steady breathing. Well, he thought, if he was going to get in trouble he might as well make it worth his while. Carefully lifting the edge of the blankets, he slipped in next to Sanzo and pressed right up against his back. He sighed happily. It was so warm. It felt like lying out in the grass, basking in the afternoon sun. He closed his eyes.
He was almost asleep, just drifting, when he felt Sanzo go tense. Goku froze and opened his eyes, preparing to dart out of the way if a hail of bullets was directed his way, but nothing happened. After a few seconds, Sanzo’s body slowly relaxed, and then he elbowed Goku in the stomach.
Goku yelped in protest, and squirmed away reluctantly. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Sanzo muttered, his voice hoarse and thick with sleep. Goku edged back to where he been before, and leaned against Sanzo’s back hopefully.
“I was cold,” he complained, and hoped Sanzo would be too tired to go to the trouble of getting up and fetching his fan. Sanzo didn’t bother with the fan, though, and just smacked him on the arm. He whined softly and heard Sanzo make a groggy, frustrated sound.
“Then get another blanket, stupid,” he said, and tried to steal Goku’s covers. Goku tugged them back. They were nice and warm from Sanzo’s body heat, and he wasn’t going to give them up without a fight.
“There aren’t anymore blankets.” He paused, and bit his lip. That wasn’t entirely true. He was fairly sure that there were extra blankets in the closet out in the hall, but that was too far to be expected to go when it was this cold, and there was a perfectly good set of blankets on Sanzo’s bed, even if Sanzo happened to be currently using them. “Come on. Please?”
Sanzo sighed again, and wrenched half of the blankets away from Goku. Goku let him, and compensated for his loss by pressing even closer to Sanzo’s back. After a moment of silence, Sanzo said irritably, “Shut up,” and pulled the blankets around him, apparently considering the matter closed.
Goku grinned in the darkness, against Sanzo’s shoulder and laughed a little, quietly, giddy with his victory. Sanzo made a small annoyed sound, but didn’t push him away, and Goku wrapped an arm around Sanzo’s waist. Sanzo tried to push him away, but there wasn’t nearly enough force to really move him, and Goku tucked his face against Sanzo’s shoulder. It was warm and solid, and smelled like smoke and leather.
Goku knew he’d pay for this in the morning, but that seemed a long way away.
Author: cicer
Warnings: None
Pairing(s): Light Sanzo/Goku? Or not, if you don't want to look at it that way.
Notes: For Prompt #26: Two Viewpoints. Could've used a little more time with this one, but it took me 48 minutes as it was, and I didn't want to go any further over the time limit. Forgive any remaining typos, I only had time for a brief edit. Clocked in at 1,340 words.
Sanzo woke to the sound of breathing close to his ear and a body pressed against his back. Under the pillow, his fingers curled reflexively around his gun until he forced them to relax. He smothered a sigh into the blankets and drove his elbow back, hard. An indignant squawk sounded just behind him and the body scooted back.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demanded groggily, and lifted a hand to rub his eyes. He peered blearily in the direction of the window. The room was dark and the world outside the window was black and empty. He sighed again.
“I was cold,” Goku mumbled, and Sanzo felt him edging closer. He smacked in Goku’s direction, blindly, and was rewarded with the sound of flesh on flesh and another startled yelp.
“Then get another blanket, stupid,” he snapped, and dragged the covers back around his body. Privately, he was forced to admit it was unseasonably cold. The night before, there had been half a foot of snow on the ground, and Hakkai had fussed about forcing Jeep to endure such harsh weather. Sanzo half-suspected that Hakkai would attempt to convince him to stay another night if the weather wasn’t better in the morning. He jerked the blankets over his shoulder and growled. Exactly what they needed, he thought bitterly. Another delay.
Beside him, Goku slipped closer, tugging on the blankets, and Sanzo swatted at him halfheartedly. It was cold, true, but not cold enough to necessitate sharing a bed. “There aren’t anymore blankets,” Goku complained, and yanked on the blankets until they slid out of Sanzo’s grip. “Come on. Please?”
Sanzo bit his lip hard as Goku pressed against his back again. A year ago, a slap and a little yelling would have been enough to drive the stupid monkey back to his own bed. Lately, though, it seemed that Goku was developing a certain willful streak, especially when it came to him. Sanzo didn’t like it one bit, and if it hadn’t been the middle of the night, and if he hadn’t been so cold, and if Goku hadn’t been radiating heat like a furnace, he would have given the monkey a beating he wouldn’t soon forget.
Instead, he pressed his palm to his forehead, hauled the blankets more closely around him, and snapped, “Shut up.” He was aggravated to hear Goku make a small, happy sound, apparently recognizing the acquiescence for what it was, and scowled into the dark room.
Hissing irritably into his pillow, Sanzo jerked in surprise when an arm slid around his waist. He reached down to yank it off, but Goku’s grip was like iron and he made a small, whining sound when Sanzo attempted to shove him away. After a moment, he gave up and slumped against the bed. It was too late for this nonsense, he thought. Tonight, he’d let it go, but tomorrow, he’d make Goku pay. Tomorrow.
~~~
Goku shivered and curled himself into a ball under the blankets. It was so cold, almost colder than the time they’d gotten caught in the snow up in the mountain. Wrapping an arm around his knees and pulling them up against his chest, he winced as he remembered the suffocating feeling of being buried under so much snow.
Unhappily, Goku pulled a pillow over his head and buried himself under the down blankets. He remembered Hakkai telling him once that you lost most of your heat from you head, and hoped the pillow might warm things up. But after a few minutes he was forced to conclude that it didn’t, and anyway it was awfully hard to breathe under there. He pushed the pillow aside and sat up on the bed, peering into the darkness.
“Sanzo?” he whispered in the direction of the other bed. There was no answer, which meant that Sanzo was either awake and ignoring him, or actually asleep. Goku suspected it was the latter. He could just barely hear Sanzo’s breathing, shallow and far more even than it would have been if he was awake and listening to Goku thrash around on his bed.
Pulling the blanket around his shoulders, Goku thought for a moment and then slipped off the bed and padded across the room. The floor was cold and he winced, and nearly tripped over his shoes in the middle of the room. Groping blindly, he found the edge of Sanzo’s bed and eased himself onto it.
He waited a minute, half-expecting Sanzo to turn around and shove him off. When nothing happened, he laid down on the bed experimentally, just far enough away that he couldn’t touch Sanzo but could feel the heat from his body. He sighed and tightened the blankets around himself, scooting a little closer. Sanzo was so warm.
Inwardly, he convinced himself it would be all right to stay there for a few minutes. Maybe he could even sleep there, if he could wake up before Sanzo did and go back to his own bed. Goku mulled that over and made a face. Not likely, he thought. Sanzo was always the first one up, and even if he escaped back to his bed in time, Goku had a sneaking suspicion that Sanzo would know he’d been there, anyway.
Burrowing into the covers, Goku slowly edged toward Sanzo’s body, listening to his steady breathing. Well, he thought, if he was going to get in trouble he might as well make it worth his while. Carefully lifting the edge of the blankets, he slipped in next to Sanzo and pressed right up against his back. He sighed happily. It was so warm. It felt like lying out in the grass, basking in the afternoon sun. He closed his eyes.
He was almost asleep, just drifting, when he felt Sanzo go tense. Goku froze and opened his eyes, preparing to dart out of the way if a hail of bullets was directed his way, but nothing happened. After a few seconds, Sanzo’s body slowly relaxed, and then he elbowed Goku in the stomach.
Goku yelped in protest, and squirmed away reluctantly. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Sanzo muttered, his voice hoarse and thick with sleep. Goku edged back to where he been before, and leaned against Sanzo’s back hopefully.
“I was cold,” he complained, and hoped Sanzo would be too tired to go to the trouble of getting up and fetching his fan. Sanzo didn’t bother with the fan, though, and just smacked him on the arm. He whined softly and heard Sanzo make a groggy, frustrated sound.
“Then get another blanket, stupid,” he said, and tried to steal Goku’s covers. Goku tugged them back. They were nice and warm from Sanzo’s body heat, and he wasn’t going to give them up without a fight.
“There aren’t anymore blankets.” He paused, and bit his lip. That wasn’t entirely true. He was fairly sure that there were extra blankets in the closet out in the hall, but that was too far to be expected to go when it was this cold, and there was a perfectly good set of blankets on Sanzo’s bed, even if Sanzo happened to be currently using them. “Come on. Please?”
Sanzo sighed again, and wrenched half of the blankets away from Goku. Goku let him, and compensated for his loss by pressing even closer to Sanzo’s back. After a moment of silence, Sanzo said irritably, “Shut up,” and pulled the blankets around him, apparently considering the matter closed.
Goku grinned in the darkness, against Sanzo’s shoulder and laughed a little, quietly, giddy with his victory. Sanzo made a small annoyed sound, but didn’t push him away, and Goku wrapped an arm around Sanzo’s waist. Sanzo tried to push him away, but there wasn’t nearly enough force to really move him, and Goku tucked his face against Sanzo’s shoulder. It was warm and solid, and smelled like smoke and leather.
Goku knew he’d pay for this in the morning, but that seemed a long way away.