Craving--Challenge #5 "Addiction"--PG-13
Title: Craving
Author: eyesofshinigami
Pairing(s): 393
Warnings: Mention of sex. That's it.
Notes: Written in 35 minutes. *sweatdrop* Written for challenge #5-addiction. A special thanks to rroselavy for looking this over for me!! *dances*
Sanzo was a man of many, many vices. He smoked, he drank, he cursed like a sailor...but there was something that he craved, more than any of those things.
At first, he had thought it was his Master's sutra. The thought of finding it, avenging him, had been all-consuming. It had haunted him in his dreams and was always on the edge of his thoughts, no matter what he did. Finding that sutra was his reason for living, the rush in his veins.
Then, all of that was blown to hell and back again when he'd reached out his hand that day. Golden eyes had swallowed his entire being when their hands touched that first time. Ever since then, he'd been unable to deny Goku anything. Even if it seemed like he was, he always gave in when it came down to it.
As it had gone on, Sanzo had come to crave the looks, the smiles, anything that Goku was willing to give him. He pretended like it didn't matter, but he noticed the acute loss when he chased them away. He would always find a way to make that smile appear again; extra dishes at dinner, a bag of meatbuns, ruffling his hair, anything that would turn those liquid gold eyes on him that crinkled at the edges when he grinned.
It was a silly thing, but it gave him reason, purpose. Goku was his tie to his humanity, always reminded him that he needed to stay grounded. When things got too hard he could always count on Goku to remind him that they didn't have to be.
So now, in the quiet of the hotel room, they lay tangled together in the aftermath. Sanzo didn't mind the rapidly-cooling mess between their bodies, nor did he mind the way that Goku snuggled to rest his head beneath his chin. As he breathed in the earthly scent of Goku's thick hair, he felt a hand skate across his chest to lace fingers with his own. He knew what came next, and as much as he denied it, he wanted to hear it. No, he needed to hear it.
"I love you, Sanzo."
"Mmm." I love you too.
Author: eyesofshinigami
Pairing(s): 393
Warnings: Mention of sex. That's it.
Notes: Written in 35 minutes. *sweatdrop* Written for challenge #5-addiction. A special thanks to rroselavy for looking this over for me!! *dances*
Sanzo was a man of many, many vices. He smoked, he drank, he cursed like a sailor...but there was something that he craved, more than any of those things.
At first, he had thought it was his Master's sutra. The thought of finding it, avenging him, had been all-consuming. It had haunted him in his dreams and was always on the edge of his thoughts, no matter what he did. Finding that sutra was his reason for living, the rush in his veins.
Then, all of that was blown to hell and back again when he'd reached out his hand that day. Golden eyes had swallowed his entire being when their hands touched that first time. Ever since then, he'd been unable to deny Goku anything. Even if it seemed like he was, he always gave in when it came down to it.
As it had gone on, Sanzo had come to crave the looks, the smiles, anything that Goku was willing to give him. He pretended like it didn't matter, but he noticed the acute loss when he chased them away. He would always find a way to make that smile appear again; extra dishes at dinner, a bag of meatbuns, ruffling his hair, anything that would turn those liquid gold eyes on him that crinkled at the edges when he grinned.
It was a silly thing, but it gave him reason, purpose. Goku was his tie to his humanity, always reminded him that he needed to stay grounded. When things got too hard he could always count on Goku to remind him that they didn't have to be.
So now, in the quiet of the hotel room, they lay tangled together in the aftermath. Sanzo didn't mind the rapidly-cooling mess between their bodies, nor did he mind the way that Goku snuggled to rest his head beneath his chin. As he breathed in the earthly scent of Goku's thick hair, he felt a hand skate across his chest to lace fingers with his own. He knew what came next, and as much as he denied it, he wanted to hear it. No, he needed to hear it.
"I love you, Sanzo."
"Mmm." I love you too.