Fic
I thought I'd share a fic I just wrote. It's an 8x3 but basically Sanzo-centric (because I have a very unhealthy obsession with him). Sanzo POV on the journey and why he's doing it. I'll warn you now, beware the sappy-ness.
Title: When It's Good
Characters: Sanzo, Hakkai, Hakuryu
Rating: PG-13 (because we all know Sanzo has a dirty mouth. And boys kissing)
Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki. It is the property of Kazuya Minekura. Who I worship. I'm just borrowing the boys for a little, not so wholesome, fun.
A/N: I wrote this with Better Than Ezra's "Good" on repeat. That's where the title comes from.
It was getting dark earlier. They had just managed to make it to this town as the dying sun cast its last blood-colored rays over the horizon. The window Sanzo stood by was poorly insulated and the chilled winds rattled the glass terribly, taking away his last hope of a decent night’s sleep. Not that he ever had those anymore, anyway. Either it was demons attacking in the night or the two idiots fighting in the next room or some new and different distraction given by the gods just to piss him off. Sometimes the priest wondered who he had pissed off in heaven to be given such an irritating and tedious journey. Go and save the world and all that shit. Like Hell. The bitch of Mercy seemed bound and determined to send him to an early grave. Who gives a flying fuck about the world? He certainly didn’t. But he still went, became heaven’s errand boy, and even took the three idiots with him. Ah, fuck it. Life’s shit and then you die. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do. And even he had to admit, if only to himself, it was better than rotting in that damn temple.
The cigarette in his hand burned down to the filter, singing his fingers. Sanzo hissed softly and dropped it in the ash tray on the table beside him. The night had deepened, gotten colder, and dark clouds hung heavily, promising snow. This meant a really fucking cold ride in jeep with Goku whining about how cold it was. Sanzo’d have to ask Hakkai if there was a way to put a roof on the damned thing. The monk felt a weight drop on his shoulder. Speak of the devil. Hakuyru let out a soft ‘kyuu’ in greeting and nudged Sanzo’s cheek with his head.
“What do you want,” Sanzo asked, realizing too late that he had just asked an animal a question half expecting a response.
The white dragon looked at him expectantly and nudged his face again. The priest sighed and reached into the sleeve of his robe, searching the small pockets. He pulled out a small package and Hakuyru nosed his hand impatiently. Living with Goku as long as he had, Sanzo learned to always carry something edible if he wished to have any peace. Breaking off a small bit, he held it toward the dragon. Hakuyru took it daintily and swallowed it whole, kyuuing happily and nuzzling Sanzo’s hand afterward. Sanzo’s mouth twitched upwards in the closest thing he ever came to a smile and he stroked the dragon’s neck. Sanzo heard the door when it opened and knew exactly who it was. Only one of his companions had the nerve to walk in without knocking. Hakuyru fluttered away and chirped happily at his owner. Arms snaked around the priest’s waist and Hakkai rested his chin on Sanzo’s shoulder, taking the spot Hakuryu had just vacated. Lips pressed against the side of his neck for a moment before moving away. Sanzo leaned back against the taller man, folding his arms over Hakkai’s.
“I didn’t know you liked animals,” Hakkai said, his tone amused.
“I like anything that doesn’t talk,” Sanzo answered. “Besides, at least the dragon is useful.”
Turning in the embrace, Sanzo pulled Hakkai down into a deep kiss, wrapping arms around his neck. The grip on his waist tightened as the brunette pressed against him.
Sanzo heard Goku shout his name, followed by the lower sound of Gojyo’s ‘stupid chimp,’ then Goku’s high pitched retaliation. They broke apart and Hakkai released his grip on Sanzo’s waist, laughing softly. The monk growled obscenities under his breath.
“Goddamned idiots,” the priest growled, running a hand back through his hair.
Hakkai simply smiled, “Yes, but things would be very dull without them.”
That got him a piercing glare. “Are you saying I’m dull?”
“Certainly not, Sanzo,” The demon said, smiling softly. “I was referring to myself.”
“Ch. If you’re dull, then I must be deathly boring,” Sanzo replied, pulling out another cigarette.
Hakkai smiled at that, a true, honest smile, that made Sanzo’s chest tighten for reasons he really didn’t want to dwell on.
“Thank you, Sanzo.”
“Whatever. Just don’t go all mushy on me.”
A happy laugh, “Shall we go to dinner, then?”
Reaching forward, Sanzo grabbed a fistful of Hakkai’s tunic. He took advantage of the man’s confusion to bring their lips together in another kiss. Sanzo felt Hakkai’s smile against his lips as they parted.
“Now, we can go to dinner,” the priest said.
“Of course.”
Sanzo sighed, following the brunette out of the room. This journey might be a pain in the ass, but there were worse alternatives.
crossposted to gold_magic
Title: When It's Good
Characters: Sanzo, Hakkai, Hakuryu
Rating: PG-13 (because we all know Sanzo has a dirty mouth. And boys kissing)
Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki. It is the property of Kazuya Minekura. Who I worship. I'm just borrowing the boys for a little, not so wholesome, fun.
A/N: I wrote this with Better Than Ezra's "Good" on repeat. That's where the title comes from.
It was getting dark earlier. They had just managed to make it to this town as the dying sun cast its last blood-colored rays over the horizon. The window Sanzo stood by was poorly insulated and the chilled winds rattled the glass terribly, taking away his last hope of a decent night’s sleep. Not that he ever had those anymore, anyway. Either it was demons attacking in the night or the two idiots fighting in the next room or some new and different distraction given by the gods just to piss him off. Sometimes the priest wondered who he had pissed off in heaven to be given such an irritating and tedious journey. Go and save the world and all that shit. Like Hell. The bitch of Mercy seemed bound and determined to send him to an early grave. Who gives a flying fuck about the world? He certainly didn’t. But he still went, became heaven’s errand boy, and even took the three idiots with him. Ah, fuck it. Life’s shit and then you die. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do. And even he had to admit, if only to himself, it was better than rotting in that damn temple.
The cigarette in his hand burned down to the filter, singing his fingers. Sanzo hissed softly and dropped it in the ash tray on the table beside him. The night had deepened, gotten colder, and dark clouds hung heavily, promising snow. This meant a really fucking cold ride in jeep with Goku whining about how cold it was. Sanzo’d have to ask Hakkai if there was a way to put a roof on the damned thing. The monk felt a weight drop on his shoulder. Speak of the devil. Hakuyru let out a soft ‘kyuu’ in greeting and nudged Sanzo’s cheek with his head.
“What do you want,” Sanzo asked, realizing too late that he had just asked an animal a question half expecting a response.
The white dragon looked at him expectantly and nudged his face again. The priest sighed and reached into the sleeve of his robe, searching the small pockets. He pulled out a small package and Hakuyru nosed his hand impatiently. Living with Goku as long as he had, Sanzo learned to always carry something edible if he wished to have any peace. Breaking off a small bit, he held it toward the dragon. Hakuyru took it daintily and swallowed it whole, kyuuing happily and nuzzling Sanzo’s hand afterward. Sanzo’s mouth twitched upwards in the closest thing he ever came to a smile and he stroked the dragon’s neck. Sanzo heard the door when it opened and knew exactly who it was. Only one of his companions had the nerve to walk in without knocking. Hakuyru fluttered away and chirped happily at his owner. Arms snaked around the priest’s waist and Hakkai rested his chin on Sanzo’s shoulder, taking the spot Hakuryu had just vacated. Lips pressed against the side of his neck for a moment before moving away. Sanzo leaned back against the taller man, folding his arms over Hakkai’s.
“I didn’t know you liked animals,” Hakkai said, his tone amused.
“I like anything that doesn’t talk,” Sanzo answered. “Besides, at least the dragon is useful.”
Turning in the embrace, Sanzo pulled Hakkai down into a deep kiss, wrapping arms around his neck. The grip on his waist tightened as the brunette pressed against him.
Sanzo heard Goku shout his name, followed by the lower sound of Gojyo’s ‘stupid chimp,’ then Goku’s high pitched retaliation. They broke apart and Hakkai released his grip on Sanzo’s waist, laughing softly. The monk growled obscenities under his breath.
“Goddamned idiots,” the priest growled, running a hand back through his hair.
Hakkai simply smiled, “Yes, but things would be very dull without them.”
That got him a piercing glare. “Are you saying I’m dull?”
“Certainly not, Sanzo,” The demon said, smiling softly. “I was referring to myself.”
“Ch. If you’re dull, then I must be deathly boring,” Sanzo replied, pulling out another cigarette.
Hakkai smiled at that, a true, honest smile, that made Sanzo’s chest tighten for reasons he really didn’t want to dwell on.
“Thank you, Sanzo.”
“Whatever. Just don’t go all mushy on me.”
A happy laugh, “Shall we go to dinner, then?”
Reaching forward, Sanzo grabbed a fistful of Hakkai’s tunic. He took advantage of the man’s confusion to bring their lips together in another kiss. Sanzo felt Hakkai’s smile against his lips as they parted.
“Now, we can go to dinner,” the priest said.
“Of course.”
Sanzo sighed, following the brunette out of the room. This journey might be a pain in the ass, but there were worse alternatives.
crossposted to gold_magic