30 Kisses: Compensation [Saiyuki, 53, #17]
I'm so close to finishing these up, I can taste it. All I need now is for someone to stop me from joining a billion other prompt communites! So many ideas, so little time.
Title: Compensation
Author: Sept. Rose (saruzake)
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Gojyo/Sanzo
Theme: #17, kHz
Disclaimer: Minekura Kazuya owns Saiyuki, that lucky woman.
Completed: 26/30
Rating: R (sex)
Length: 1,069
Notes: Follow up to Rewards, as promised. Gojyo has a plan. A sexy plan.
The Sanzo-Ikkou listened to the radio more now that they were traveling back East. Hakkai had taken to constantly fiddling with the dial in Jeep, picking up whatever frequencies could cross the desert.
Apparently, in the past three years, when they had been crossing Togenkyo arguing with each other, they could’ve been listening to countless similar Chinese pop hits.
Sanzo was fairly sure by the third day of traveling that radio stations lied to their listeners, proclaiming that dozens of artists had these hit songs instead of what seemed like the same three options: a high-pitched female singer, a warbling male singer, or a band composed of multiple people screaming over a heavy bass.
“Turn this crap off,” he ordered the driver after the third high-pitched female song in a row (different names, his ass). Hakkai was only giving small smiles these days and decided to keep driving and ignoring the priest.
“Are you listening?” Sanzo eyed the two in the backseat. Goku was mouthing along to the words (It was hard not to memorize the songs; they were always about love and repeated the chorus a hundred times). Gojyo just stared off into space. From the way he was nearly drooling, Sanzo could tell he was having rather inappropriate thoughts about the no-doubt-scantily-dressed pop slut of the minute.
He twitched.
THWACK!
“Ow!” Gojyo grabbed the back of his head, reeling from the blow Sanzo had just given him. “What the hell was that for, you damn monk?”
“Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on in that tiny, perverted brain of yours. Even in your fantasies, you sexually harass women.”
Gojyo slumped back with a huff. “For your information, that was nowhere near what I was thinking about. Some of us can think about more than one thing at a time, unlike monkey boy here.”
“Hey!” Goku snapped out of his revelry. “Why are you bringin’ me inta’ this? Sanzo hit you!”
“Perhaps the option of changing the station is a good idea after all.” With that comment, Hakkai once again reached for the dial, searching for a new frequency.
-+-
If the radio had not been part of Hakuryu (just where did all of his “parts” go when he transformed anyway?), Sanzo would have been very tempted to just shoot the device into oblivion. It was a relief to reach their next stop, a village that they’d driven straight through on the way West. Sanzo wasn’t particularly in the mood for sightseeing, but allowed his companions to stop at a few of the outdoor vendors before checking in at the hotel.
They’d gotten into a pattern over the past few years: two rooms, one smoking, one non-, and no wake up calls. Most of the time, the rooms would have two separate beds. Sanzo was never in a room where both were used.
Gojyo followed Sanzo into the room as usual, laying his bag down on one of the beds. It was common knowledge that they’d be sharing the other bed. He immediately sat down on the free bed and lit up.
Sanzo thought that he wouldn’t mind normalcy at one point in his life. If they bantered and teased and fought like they did all the way West, they could ignore the disturbing truth they’d encountered upon completing their mission.
These thoughts consumed him for quite some time and it wasn’t until he found himself naked, on top of Gojyo, and riding him to climax, that the kappa interrupted him.
“Unh… Sanzo… shit… it’s okay.”
“Huh?” He stopped in a very delicate position, pleasure coursing through him as he kept Gojyo on just the right spot inside.
“We’ll think of… something…” Gojyo stared up at him and suddenly looked very vulnerable. The way his dark skin contrasted Sanzo’s pale thighs, how his hair spilled onto the pillow like red silk, and those crimson eyes looking up at him in understanding finally triggered release.
It took another minute for the redhead to follow and then they were tangled together in the sheets, panting and holding each other. Gojyo decided to clarify. “We don’t have to act like nothing’s wrong. We can figure a way around this ‘destiny.’ You don’t have to pretend you’re alright.”
Sanzo allowed Gojyo to kiss him gently on the forehead. He normally felt weak being held, but this time, it gave him nothing but comfort. “I’m not alright with this. I already planned my own destiny and someone else can’t tell me what to do.”
“Exactly.” Now, Gojyo gave him a trademark devious smile. “You wanna know what I was really thinkin’ in the car today?”
“What?”
“Weren’t you sayin’ somethin’ once about how you don’t always have enlightenment every second of the day?”
Sanzo raised an eyebrow. “That’s a Zen belief. Why?”
“If your enlightenment just comes and goes at random, you can only end that whole rebirth thing if you’re enlightened the second you die. Sound right?”
“I’m actually impressed that you paid attention,” Sanzo admitted.
Gojyo was grinning now as he continued. “Sex isn’t some enlightened moment, is it? And I plan to die during sex anyway. So, I’ll make sure to keep you so busy having sex that even if you did kick it somewhere in the middle of all that, you won’t be enlightened when you do!”
Sanzo gave a soft ‘ch.’ “That has to be one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard.” He allowed himself to smile softly anyway. “But it actually makes sense, in some weird, twisted way.”
“Well? You think we should try?” Gojyo beamed eagerly.
Sanzo could only shake his head. “Leave it to the pervert to come up with the most depraved solution ever.”
-+-
“Well, well, Kenren,” Kanzeon murmured thoughtfully as she gazed into the lotus pool. “You’re one clever little boy. I knew you didn’t get your position in the Heavenly Army on your good looks alone.”
“Kanzeon Bosatsu-sama!” Jiroushin interjected from behind her, shifting nervously. “They can’t possibly expect such a solution to work!”
Kanzeon shrugged in an imitation of helplessness. “There’s nothing I can do if they found a loophole.” She watched her attendant fret for a few seconds, but turned back to the pool, still amused that her nephew had managed to find his happiness after so many years.
‘You know I wouldn’t separate you two after all this time,’ she thought. ‘Where’s the fun in that?’
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Title: Compensation
Author: Sept. Rose (saruzake)
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Gojyo/Sanzo
Theme: #17, kHz
Disclaimer: Minekura Kazuya owns Saiyuki, that lucky woman.
Completed: 26/30
Rating: R (sex)
Length: 1,069
Notes: Follow up to Rewards, as promised. Gojyo has a plan. A sexy plan.
The Sanzo-Ikkou listened to the radio more now that they were traveling back East. Hakkai had taken to constantly fiddling with the dial in Jeep, picking up whatever frequencies could cross the desert.
Apparently, in the past three years, when they had been crossing Togenkyo arguing with each other, they could’ve been listening to countless similar Chinese pop hits.
Sanzo was fairly sure by the third day of traveling that radio stations lied to their listeners, proclaiming that dozens of artists had these hit songs instead of what seemed like the same three options: a high-pitched female singer, a warbling male singer, or a band composed of multiple people screaming over a heavy bass.
“Turn this crap off,” he ordered the driver after the third high-pitched female song in a row (different names, his ass). Hakkai was only giving small smiles these days and decided to keep driving and ignoring the priest.
“Are you listening?” Sanzo eyed the two in the backseat. Goku was mouthing along to the words (It was hard not to memorize the songs; they were always about love and repeated the chorus a hundred times). Gojyo just stared off into space. From the way he was nearly drooling, Sanzo could tell he was having rather inappropriate thoughts about the no-doubt-scantily-dressed pop slut of the minute.
He twitched.
THWACK!
“Ow!” Gojyo grabbed the back of his head, reeling from the blow Sanzo had just given him. “What the hell was that for, you damn monk?”
“Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on in that tiny, perverted brain of yours. Even in your fantasies, you sexually harass women.”
Gojyo slumped back with a huff. “For your information, that was nowhere near what I was thinking about. Some of us can think about more than one thing at a time, unlike monkey boy here.”
“Hey!” Goku snapped out of his revelry. “Why are you bringin’ me inta’ this? Sanzo hit you!”
“Perhaps the option of changing the station is a good idea after all.” With that comment, Hakkai once again reached for the dial, searching for a new frequency.
-+-
If the radio had not been part of Hakuryu (just where did all of his “parts” go when he transformed anyway?), Sanzo would have been very tempted to just shoot the device into oblivion. It was a relief to reach their next stop, a village that they’d driven straight through on the way West. Sanzo wasn’t particularly in the mood for sightseeing, but allowed his companions to stop at a few of the outdoor vendors before checking in at the hotel.
They’d gotten into a pattern over the past few years: two rooms, one smoking, one non-, and no wake up calls. Most of the time, the rooms would have two separate beds. Sanzo was never in a room where both were used.
Gojyo followed Sanzo into the room as usual, laying his bag down on one of the beds. It was common knowledge that they’d be sharing the other bed. He immediately sat down on the free bed and lit up.
Sanzo thought that he wouldn’t mind normalcy at one point in his life. If they bantered and teased and fought like they did all the way West, they could ignore the disturbing truth they’d encountered upon completing their mission.
These thoughts consumed him for quite some time and it wasn’t until he found himself naked, on top of Gojyo, and riding him to climax, that the kappa interrupted him.
“Unh… Sanzo… shit… it’s okay.”
“Huh?” He stopped in a very delicate position, pleasure coursing through him as he kept Gojyo on just the right spot inside.
“We’ll think of… something…” Gojyo stared up at him and suddenly looked very vulnerable. The way his dark skin contrasted Sanzo’s pale thighs, how his hair spilled onto the pillow like red silk, and those crimson eyes looking up at him in understanding finally triggered release.
It took another minute for the redhead to follow and then they were tangled together in the sheets, panting and holding each other. Gojyo decided to clarify. “We don’t have to act like nothing’s wrong. We can figure a way around this ‘destiny.’ You don’t have to pretend you’re alright.”
Sanzo allowed Gojyo to kiss him gently on the forehead. He normally felt weak being held, but this time, it gave him nothing but comfort. “I’m not alright with this. I already planned my own destiny and someone else can’t tell me what to do.”
“Exactly.” Now, Gojyo gave him a trademark devious smile. “You wanna know what I was really thinkin’ in the car today?”
“What?”
“Weren’t you sayin’ somethin’ once about how you don’t always have enlightenment every second of the day?”
Sanzo raised an eyebrow. “That’s a Zen belief. Why?”
“If your enlightenment just comes and goes at random, you can only end that whole rebirth thing if you’re enlightened the second you die. Sound right?”
“I’m actually impressed that you paid attention,” Sanzo admitted.
Gojyo was grinning now as he continued. “Sex isn’t some enlightened moment, is it? And I plan to die during sex anyway. So, I’ll make sure to keep you so busy having sex that even if you did kick it somewhere in the middle of all that, you won’t be enlightened when you do!”
Sanzo gave a soft ‘ch.’ “That has to be one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard.” He allowed himself to smile softly anyway. “But it actually makes sense, in some weird, twisted way.”
“Well? You think we should try?” Gojyo beamed eagerly.
Sanzo could only shake his head. “Leave it to the pervert to come up with the most depraved solution ever.”
-+-
“Well, well, Kenren,” Kanzeon murmured thoughtfully as she gazed into the lotus pool. “You’re one clever little boy. I knew you didn’t get your position in the Heavenly Army on your good looks alone.”
“Kanzeon Bosatsu-sama!” Jiroushin interjected from behind her, shifting nervously. “They can’t possibly expect such a solution to work!”
Kanzeon shrugged in an imitation of helplessness. “There’s nothing I can do if they found a loophole.” She watched her attendant fret for a few seconds, but turned back to the pool, still amused that her nephew had managed to find his happiness after so many years.
‘You know I wouldn’t separate you two after all this time,’ she thought. ‘Where’s the fun in that?’
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