30 Kisses: Unwell [Saiyuki, 53, #28]
Title: Unwell
Author: Sept. Rose (saruzake)
Pairing: Gojyo/Sanzo
Fandom: Saiyuki
Theme: #28, Wada Calcium CD3 ワダカルシウムCD3
Disclaimer: Minekura Kazuya owns Saiyuki.
Rating: PG
Completed: 21/30
Length: 1,170
Notes: Sanzo gets sick for the millionth time. Gojyo checks up on him. And regarding the title, yes, I had the Matchbox Twenty song stuck in my head throughout this entire story.
Sanzo had never thought much of the difference between youkai and humans before he started the infernal Journey to the West. One had pointy ears and claws, the other didn’t. Both species were equally annoying and he wouldn’t stay in the company of either of them unless he absolutely had to.
Upon falling ill for the five thousand, eight hundred and forty second time (it felt like), Sanzo began to consider that maybe the youkai had it better off, what with their stronger constitutions and better inclinations to extreme elements.
His head was killing him, as usual, and his forehead burned even as he buried himself under layers of blankets to keep the chills from wracking his body. His vision would blur from time to time and any sudden movements made him quite nauseous. It also didn’t help that it was his fault they were stuck in this same little town for the third day running.
“You have no one to blame for this but yourself,” Hakkai still chided in Sanzo’s memory. The healer had smoothed back the sweat-soaked blond hair and felt his leader’s forehead. “You’ve been pushing us and pushing us and without proper nutrition or rest, your collapse was inevitable.”
Goku had been even worse. Sanzo still shuddered as he remembered the monkey flying about the little hotel room, offering to get the priest this and that, did he need to eat, was his pillow soft enough, the list went on. Sanzo’s only regret was that he was too weak at the time to lift the harisen up and bring it down on his charge’s head.
At least now it was silent. The others were gone and Sanzo was left to rest and recuperate. The most annoying thing about getting sick was that Hakkai took away Sanzo’s cigarettes. When he went too long without nicotine, it made Sanzo significantly more homicidal than usual.
There was a knock on the door and Sanzo started. He caught himself, embarrassed that something had surprised him, and cleared his throat. “What do you want?”
“Roo~m ser~vice,” a low voice sing-songed. A second later, Gojyo stepped into the room, teacup in one hand and a small white bottle in the other.
“Green tea,” the kappa explained, handing the cup over once Sanzo sat up.
“I can see that.” Sanzo blew on it and took a sip, trying not to let Gojyo know how good it felt for the heat to slide down his aching throat. “What’s with the drugs?”
Gojyo pretended to be shocked. “Drugs? What drugs?” Then, he grinned. “These are your new best friends, according to Doctor Hakkai.” His voice raised just a hair and his language went completely formal. “ ‘Due to the fact that Sanzo is sick more often than not, I decided that it would be in his best interest to start taking calcium pills. They will aid in strengthening his immune system.’ End quote.”
Sanzo’s lips twitched. “You don’t get any points for the crappy impression.”
The priest swore that Gojyo’s eyes twinkled. “But I made ya smile.”
Before Sanzo could object, Gojyo leaned down and quickly kissed his cheek. “You know that the more times you get sick, the less sex we have.”
“What a shame that is,” Sanzo replied sarcastically. “Being sick is pretty much the only time I have to rest. By the way, I’m not taking the pills.”
Gojyo laughed. “Oh, but you are.”
“Make me.”
The redhead gave a dramatic sigh and rummaged around his pockets. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to resort to bribery, but…” Finally, he held up his prize between two fingers. “You get these if you’re a good boy.”
Sanzo’s attention immediately zoomed to the package of Marlboros dangling from Gojyo’s fingertips. “Hakkai always takes those away.”
“Exactly.” Gojyo winked. “You get one if you take your pills. Deal?”
Sanzo’s eyes were moving back and forth, hypnotized by the swinging box. Finally, he snapped himself out of it. “W-whatever.” He looked away towards the window. “Like I care.”
He heard a clicking noise and his eyes turned back to see Gojyo flicking off the cap of his lighter, grinning. “You sure? It’s been about two days.”
Sanzo’s hand moved slightly. He clamped his other hand over it to reassert control. “I don’t need your temptation.”
“Temptation? I can do that if that’s what you want.” The cigarettes disappeared and Gojyo leaned down over Sanzo so that the priest could feel the hot breath on his lips. “Although this kind of temptation is much sweeter than a smoke.”
Sanzo could already feel his heartbeat speeding up. “I could be contagious.”
“You seem to be forgetting that youkai are a little tougher than your average human. Plus, if I get sick too, we can spend all day in bed together.” Gojyo winked and slid into bed next to the priest.
“Kappa…” Sanzo issued a warning tone and then suddenly convulsed with a series of wheezing coughs.
Gojyo jerked back, concerned. “Geez, maybe the cigs are a bad idea.”
“No.” Sanzo wiped his mouth, chest heaving. “Give them to me.”
“Take your meds first.”
“Bite me.”
The next thing Sanzo knew, the redhead had moved his lips to the place on the priest’s skin right where the collar of his shirt ended. As Gojyo’s teeth teasingly grazed the spot, Sanzo audibly gasped. “What the hell?”
Crimson eyes gleamed as Gojyo pulled back, this time moving up to kiss the priest on the forehead. “You said, ‘bite me.’”
Before Sanzo could come up with a witty comeback, Gojyo twisted the lid off of the calcium bottle and shook out two pills. He held them in his palm and offered them to the blond. “Are we going to cooperate?”
Sanzo rolled his eyes. “If it will make you go away, then. I don’t need this.” He popped the pills into his mouth and downed them with some of the tea. Taking pills was unpleasant, but if it would prevent more of these illnesses in the future, it might not be such a bad idea.
After the ordeal was over, Sanzo noticed that Gojyo was still lying in bed with him. “Don’t you have somewhere to go?”
“Nope.” Gojyo leaned back so that his head touched the pillow. Then, he stretched and snuggled closer to Sanzo. “I’m just going to hang out here until you feel better.”
Sanzo shifted so that he too was lying down. He tentatively moved closer to Gojyo and allowed the kappa to wrap an arm around his shoulders. “I hope you get sick, too.”
“Well, that’s not very nice.”
The priest put his head on the kappa’s shoulder. Sanzo couldn’t believe he was saying it, but he mumbled it to Gojyo’s chest anyway. “If you do, we get to spend all day in bed together.”
Maybe there was something to be said for the human tendency of frequently falling ill. It would at least serve as a handy excuse should Gojyo ever bring up Sanzo’s sentimentality again.
Posted to 30_kisses and bad_friends
Author: Sept. Rose (saruzake)
Pairing: Gojyo/Sanzo
Fandom: Saiyuki
Theme: #28, Wada Calcium CD3 ワダカルシウムCD3
Disclaimer: Minekura Kazuya owns Saiyuki.
Rating: PG
Completed: 21/30
Length: 1,170
Notes: Sanzo gets sick for the millionth time. Gojyo checks up on him. And regarding the title, yes, I had the Matchbox Twenty song stuck in my head throughout this entire story.
Sanzo had never thought much of the difference between youkai and humans before he started the infernal Journey to the West. One had pointy ears and claws, the other didn’t. Both species were equally annoying and he wouldn’t stay in the company of either of them unless he absolutely had to.
Upon falling ill for the five thousand, eight hundred and forty second time (it felt like), Sanzo began to consider that maybe the youkai had it better off, what with their stronger constitutions and better inclinations to extreme elements.
His head was killing him, as usual, and his forehead burned even as he buried himself under layers of blankets to keep the chills from wracking his body. His vision would blur from time to time and any sudden movements made him quite nauseous. It also didn’t help that it was his fault they were stuck in this same little town for the third day running.
“You have no one to blame for this but yourself,” Hakkai still chided in Sanzo’s memory. The healer had smoothed back the sweat-soaked blond hair and felt his leader’s forehead. “You’ve been pushing us and pushing us and without proper nutrition or rest, your collapse was inevitable.”
Goku had been even worse. Sanzo still shuddered as he remembered the monkey flying about the little hotel room, offering to get the priest this and that, did he need to eat, was his pillow soft enough, the list went on. Sanzo’s only regret was that he was too weak at the time to lift the harisen up and bring it down on his charge’s head.
At least now it was silent. The others were gone and Sanzo was left to rest and recuperate. The most annoying thing about getting sick was that Hakkai took away Sanzo’s cigarettes. When he went too long without nicotine, it made Sanzo significantly more homicidal than usual.
There was a knock on the door and Sanzo started. He caught himself, embarrassed that something had surprised him, and cleared his throat. “What do you want?”
“Roo~m ser~vice,” a low voice sing-songed. A second later, Gojyo stepped into the room, teacup in one hand and a small white bottle in the other.
“Green tea,” the kappa explained, handing the cup over once Sanzo sat up.
“I can see that.” Sanzo blew on it and took a sip, trying not to let Gojyo know how good it felt for the heat to slide down his aching throat. “What’s with the drugs?”
Gojyo pretended to be shocked. “Drugs? What drugs?” Then, he grinned. “These are your new best friends, according to Doctor Hakkai.” His voice raised just a hair and his language went completely formal. “ ‘Due to the fact that Sanzo is sick more often than not, I decided that it would be in his best interest to start taking calcium pills. They will aid in strengthening his immune system.’ End quote.”
Sanzo’s lips twitched. “You don’t get any points for the crappy impression.”
The priest swore that Gojyo’s eyes twinkled. “But I made ya smile.”
Before Sanzo could object, Gojyo leaned down and quickly kissed his cheek. “You know that the more times you get sick, the less sex we have.”
“What a shame that is,” Sanzo replied sarcastically. “Being sick is pretty much the only time I have to rest. By the way, I’m not taking the pills.”
Gojyo laughed. “Oh, but you are.”
“Make me.”
The redhead gave a dramatic sigh and rummaged around his pockets. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to resort to bribery, but…” Finally, he held up his prize between two fingers. “You get these if you’re a good boy.”
Sanzo’s attention immediately zoomed to the package of Marlboros dangling from Gojyo’s fingertips. “Hakkai always takes those away.”
“Exactly.” Gojyo winked. “You get one if you take your pills. Deal?”
Sanzo’s eyes were moving back and forth, hypnotized by the swinging box. Finally, he snapped himself out of it. “W-whatever.” He looked away towards the window. “Like I care.”
He heard a clicking noise and his eyes turned back to see Gojyo flicking off the cap of his lighter, grinning. “You sure? It’s been about two days.”
Sanzo’s hand moved slightly. He clamped his other hand over it to reassert control. “I don’t need your temptation.”
“Temptation? I can do that if that’s what you want.” The cigarettes disappeared and Gojyo leaned down over Sanzo so that the priest could feel the hot breath on his lips. “Although this kind of temptation is much sweeter than a smoke.”
Sanzo could already feel his heartbeat speeding up. “I could be contagious.”
“You seem to be forgetting that youkai are a little tougher than your average human. Plus, if I get sick too, we can spend all day in bed together.” Gojyo winked and slid into bed next to the priest.
“Kappa…” Sanzo issued a warning tone and then suddenly convulsed with a series of wheezing coughs.
Gojyo jerked back, concerned. “Geez, maybe the cigs are a bad idea.”
“No.” Sanzo wiped his mouth, chest heaving. “Give them to me.”
“Take your meds first.”
“Bite me.”
The next thing Sanzo knew, the redhead had moved his lips to the place on the priest’s skin right where the collar of his shirt ended. As Gojyo’s teeth teasingly grazed the spot, Sanzo audibly gasped. “What the hell?”
Crimson eyes gleamed as Gojyo pulled back, this time moving up to kiss the priest on the forehead. “You said, ‘bite me.’”
Before Sanzo could come up with a witty comeback, Gojyo twisted the lid off of the calcium bottle and shook out two pills. He held them in his palm and offered them to the blond. “Are we going to cooperate?”
Sanzo rolled his eyes. “If it will make you go away, then. I don’t need this.” He popped the pills into his mouth and downed them with some of the tea. Taking pills was unpleasant, but if it would prevent more of these illnesses in the future, it might not be such a bad idea.
After the ordeal was over, Sanzo noticed that Gojyo was still lying in bed with him. “Don’t you have somewhere to go?”
“Nope.” Gojyo leaned back so that his head touched the pillow. Then, he stretched and snuggled closer to Sanzo. “I’m just going to hang out here until you feel better.”
Sanzo shifted so that he too was lying down. He tentatively moved closer to Gojyo and allowed the kappa to wrap an arm around his shoulders. “I hope you get sick, too.”
“Well, that’s not very nice.”
The priest put his head on the kappa’s shoulder. Sanzo couldn’t believe he was saying it, but he mumbled it to Gojyo’s chest anyway. “If you do, we get to spend all day in bed together.”
Maybe there was something to be said for the human tendency of frequently falling ill. It would at least serve as a handy excuse should Gojyo ever bring up Sanzo’s sentimentality again.
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