Saiyuki Quick-Fic
Just Two
“Sanzo,” he murmured against the man’s bare shoulder blade, an arm wrapped securely around Sanzo’s waist, a warm, naked thigh thrown over his hip, “do you like me?”
“What’s this ‘like’ crap?” the blond wanted to know, wearily.
“`Cuz I really like you,” Goku told him, his lips pressed to Sanzo’s damp skin, “and I was wondering--”
“Only idiots ask idiotic questions. ‘Like,’ ‘really like,’ what the hell does it matter?” Sanzo fumbled for his pack of cigarettes in the dark. “I let you fuck me, don’t I? I certainly don’t let anyone else do that, in case you were wondering that, too.”
“Sanzo! I know that.” Goku pushed his foot between Sanzo’s calves, tangling their legs together, and figured it was safe to make that sulking face Sanzo hated, because Sanzo couldn’t hit him with the paper fan for what he couldn’t see.
“Then what the hell’s your problem?” the monk demanded, rolling onto his back. His words were partially mumbled around the cigarette in his mouth, and the sudden flame from the lighter illuminated the high points of Sanzo’s nose and cheekbones, and Sanzo’s hair. With a quick motion, Goku braved burnt fingers and worse to snatch the cigarette from between his lips.
“Don’t, Sanzo, I don’t like the smell, and it’s not good for you.”
“Clearly you don’t know what’s good for you, if you think you’re going to get away with that.”
“Here,” Goku said, and pushed himself up on his elbow to lean over the blond. He kissed the unforgiving line of Sanzo’s scowl, until the scowl melted into something less fierce, if not less irritated. He kissed away the crease in Sanzo’s brow, nipped at the curve of his jaw, licked the corner of his mouth, and when Sanzo finally swatted him away, it was only to pull him back in with a large, firm hand on the back of his neck.
Goku’s free hand crept over the priest’s belly, feeling the muscles jump and twitch beneath his touch. Sanzo’s mouth was yielding, now, hot and wet and Goku pressed his tongue inside, shivering at the noise Sanzo made, something between a moan and a gasp.
“Sanzo,” he groaned softly, and he shifted slightly so he could hold himself up while he pushed Sanzo’s hair from his face. Lowering his head swiftly he licked the chakra, then smoothed Sanzo’s hair over his forehead, only to push it back again. “Don’t you love me?”
And Sanzo was really smart, so he must have guessed what this was all about, because he had probably seen Gojyo and Hakkai today, too, and the way they were acting while Hakkai cooked dinner and Gojyo “helped.” Casual touches and smiling and sneaked kisses, and Goku would certainly never be jealous of that lousy kappa--because Hakkai was great and all, and made really good food, but Sanzo was a thousand times better, even when he was giving you that look that suggested you drop off the face of the Earth and die--but it had made him think.
“Look,” Sanzo sighed, and it wasn’t so much irritated as it was ‘I can’t believe I have to explain this.’ “Don’t try to define your life by other’s standards. You’ll only be left constantly guessing. From the day you’re born until the day you die, you’re living life for yourself, so it doesn’t matter how the hell anyone else is living his.” Sanzo’s hand sought out the top of his head and rested there, warm and solid.
“Besides--for some things, there’s no comparison,” he added gruffly. “(So it’s pointless to whine about it.)”
With Sanzo’s hand in his hair and Sanzo’s heart beating steadily beneath his ear, Goku figured he was right.
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“Sanzo,” he murmured against the man’s bare shoulder blade, an arm wrapped securely around Sanzo’s waist, a warm, naked thigh thrown over his hip, “do you like me?”
“What’s this ‘like’ crap?” the blond wanted to know, wearily.
“`Cuz I really like you,” Goku told him, his lips pressed to Sanzo’s damp skin, “and I was wondering--”
“Only idiots ask idiotic questions. ‘Like,’ ‘really like,’ what the hell does it matter?” Sanzo fumbled for his pack of cigarettes in the dark. “I let you fuck me, don’t I? I certainly don’t let anyone else do that, in case you were wondering that, too.”
“Sanzo! I know that.” Goku pushed his foot between Sanzo’s calves, tangling their legs together, and figured it was safe to make that sulking face Sanzo hated, because Sanzo couldn’t hit him with the paper fan for what he couldn’t see.
“Then what the hell’s your problem?” the monk demanded, rolling onto his back. His words were partially mumbled around the cigarette in his mouth, and the sudden flame from the lighter illuminated the high points of Sanzo’s nose and cheekbones, and Sanzo’s hair. With a quick motion, Goku braved burnt fingers and worse to snatch the cigarette from between his lips.
“Don’t, Sanzo, I don’t like the smell, and it’s not good for you.”
“Clearly you don’t know what’s good for you, if you think you’re going to get away with that.”
“Here,” Goku said, and pushed himself up on his elbow to lean over the blond. He kissed the unforgiving line of Sanzo’s scowl, until the scowl melted into something less fierce, if not less irritated. He kissed away the crease in Sanzo’s brow, nipped at the curve of his jaw, licked the corner of his mouth, and when Sanzo finally swatted him away, it was only to pull him back in with a large, firm hand on the back of his neck.
Goku’s free hand crept over the priest’s belly, feeling the muscles jump and twitch beneath his touch. Sanzo’s mouth was yielding, now, hot and wet and Goku pressed his tongue inside, shivering at the noise Sanzo made, something between a moan and a gasp.
“Sanzo,” he groaned softly, and he shifted slightly so he could hold himself up while he pushed Sanzo’s hair from his face. Lowering his head swiftly he licked the chakra, then smoothed Sanzo’s hair over his forehead, only to push it back again. “Don’t you love me?”
And Sanzo was really smart, so he must have guessed what this was all about, because he had probably seen Gojyo and Hakkai today, too, and the way they were acting while Hakkai cooked dinner and Gojyo “helped.” Casual touches and smiling and sneaked kisses, and Goku would certainly never be jealous of that lousy kappa--because Hakkai was great and all, and made really good food, but Sanzo was a thousand times better, even when he was giving you that look that suggested you drop off the face of the Earth and die--but it had made him think.
“Look,” Sanzo sighed, and it wasn’t so much irritated as it was ‘I can’t believe I have to explain this.’ “Don’t try to define your life by other’s standards. You’ll only be left constantly guessing. From the day you’re born until the day you die, you’re living life for yourself, so it doesn’t matter how the hell anyone else is living his.” Sanzo’s hand sought out the top of his head and rested there, warm and solid.
“Besides--for some things, there’s no comparison,” he added gruffly. “(So it’s pointless to whine about it.)”
With Sanzo’s hand in his hair and Sanzo’s heart beating steadily beneath his ear, Goku figured he was right.
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