Saiyuki Quick-Fic
The Seventh Day
“Why are we never the ones having sex?” Goku demanded one evening after dinner, once they were back in their room for the night and studiously pretending they didn’t hear the noises coming through the wall.
Sanzo promptly spit his beer back into the can. Some of it missed, splattering the newspaper which he’d already read twice. “Excuse me??”
“It’s always Gojyo and Hakkai. Always!” the brunet complained. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with them doin’ it, and I’m happy for them an’ stuff, but...”
“Because you seem to forget that I,” the priest interrupted, before this tirade could get out of hand, “am a frigid holy man with intimacy issues.” Sanzo shook out the paper and turned the page. “And because I was stupid enough to leave the temple to go hunt down my master’s scripture on my own at thirteen, I also have rape issues.”
“But Sanzo,” Goku protested, hugging his pillow tighter, “you already admitted that no one actually--”
“While you,” the blond continued with a stern look, glaring at Goku over the top of his reading glasses, “despite being a healthy, teen-aged boy, have the mentality of a ten-year old; limited real-estate which, I might add, is occupied with no thoughts other than those concerning where your next meal or three is coming from.”
For a long moment, Goku just stared at him, one of those considering frowns on his face which had never been known to bode well for the monk.
“.....Okaaay, but I was talking about you ‘n me specifically. Why aren’t we having sex? Like, together? Right now?”
Sanzo shot him a long-suffering look, and returned his attention to the paper. “Because it’s Tuesday. Even the Christian God gets one day off a week.”
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Current music: "Shut Me Up," by Mindless Self Indulgence (uh, but don't trust me on that song title...)
“Why are we never the ones having sex?” Goku demanded one evening after dinner, once they were back in their room for the night and studiously pretending they didn’t hear the noises coming through the wall.
Sanzo promptly spit his beer back into the can. Some of it missed, splattering the newspaper which he’d already read twice. “Excuse me??”
“It’s always Gojyo and Hakkai. Always!” the brunet complained. “I mean, there’s nothing wrong with them doin’ it, and I’m happy for them an’ stuff, but...”
“Because you seem to forget that I,” the priest interrupted, before this tirade could get out of hand, “am a frigid holy man with intimacy issues.” Sanzo shook out the paper and turned the page. “And because I was stupid enough to leave the temple to go hunt down my master’s scripture on my own at thirteen, I also have rape issues.”
“But Sanzo,” Goku protested, hugging his pillow tighter, “you already admitted that no one actually--”
“While you,” the blond continued with a stern look, glaring at Goku over the top of his reading glasses, “despite being a healthy, teen-aged boy, have the mentality of a ten-year old; limited real-estate which, I might add, is occupied with no thoughts other than those concerning where your next meal or three is coming from.”
For a long moment, Goku just stared at him, one of those considering frowns on his face which had never been known to bode well for the monk.
“.....Okaaay, but I was talking about you ‘n me specifically. Why aren’t we having sex? Like, together? Right now?”
Sanzo shot him a long-suffering look, and returned his attention to the paper. “Because it’s Tuesday. Even the Christian God gets one day off a week.”
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Current music: "Shut Me Up," by Mindless Self Indulgence (uh, but don't trust me on that song title...)