Ok. Okokok. I've put this off long enough, and lord knows I'm too lazy to search through other people's tags for their goodies, so here we go.

(Though this took way longer than I thought it would, I gave myself a computer virus in the process, and it still doesn't look exactly how I'd like it to, WHATEVER. ಠ3ಠ)

SAIYUKI WRITING

( Full stories )

 
( In which Gojyo is drunk (again) )

It didn’t occur to Sanzo to ask until the ache went past ‘pleasant’ to ‘weary,’ and Goku still showed no signs of flagging.

“Is this because of that stupid woman at the temple we stayed at last night?” he demanded with slowly dawning suspicion.  “The one who claimed to be a priestess?”  And damn, he could really go for a cold beer right now ( Read more... )

Sanzo waited until Goku regained consciousness to give him hell, there in the room Kougaiji had set aside for the injured. Just to be sporting.

“Sanzo?” Goku croaked blearily as he opened his eyes to see the priest hovering above him with a grim expression.

His paper fan had gotten lost somewhere during all the fighting, so the situation ( Read more... )

Kissing his shoulder hotly, open mouthed, Goku trailed that mouth across the monk’s shoulder blade to his spine. “Sanzo,” he whispered against the man’s skin, and Sanzo groaned, pushing his face into the only pillow that had managed to stay on the bed throughout the course of the night.

“Whaaat?”

Shit, he was too old for this.

He hadn ( Read more... )

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“What?” Gojyo protested when Hakkai leveled him with that Look.  “You’re the one who wanted me to practice.”

Truth be told, Gojyo didn’t much relish the idea of ‘practice,’ but the lie had just popped out of his mouth, fully formed in all its lameness.  He didn’t think Hakkai would much appreciate him admitting he’d wanted to see if ( Read more... )

The rain beat a staccato rhythm on the temple roof that drowned out the usual white noise of an evening spent in Sanzo’s room.  Goku seemed to have no taste for his typically idle chatter, and had found other ways to occupy his mouth; this suited the blond just fine, since he hadn’t the inclination to humor idiots tonight.

Sanzo eyed the pack ( Read more... )

Sanzo glared, but wouldn’t take another step back, and Goku ended up so far inside his personal space, they were sharing breath.

“Whatever you think this is,” Sanzo warned him, the words stilted and awkward in his mouth, “it’s not what you’re making it out to be.”

“What’m I making it out to be?” he asked, genuinely curious.  Ever since ( Read more... )

~*~

Bloodbloodblood

He smiled as he watched the splatter paint itself across the stones of the floor, the walls; a riot of crimson that held him captivated.

Yessss...

There were significantly fewer of them now, the fun was almost over, he could feel it--more, more!--but the Friend-meats had saved the best for last.  This one smelled ( Read more... )

~*~

Sanzo stepped out of the bathroom toweling his hair dry, so it took him a moment to notice Goku there, shirtless and with one shoe off, a determined expression on his face, and when he did, the monk promptly took a large step backward.

His attempt to slam the bathroom door shut was thwarted when Goku grabbed the edge of it and held tight.
( Read more... )