Damnit.

Goku sent another of his attackers skidding through the dirt, having knocked him unconscious, but not killing him.  Sanzo and Gojyo would pitch a fit, he knew, but something about this group of youkai seemed...off.  They didn’t seem crazy--well, anyone who took them on with such low-level powers was crazy--but they weren’t “crazy ( Read more... )

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Disclaimer: Saiyuki and its associated characters are the intellectual property of Kazuya Minekura.  I just write them for the sex. >:d

Notes:  For purposes of this fic, the events taking place occur shortly before the Even A Worm arc.
Also, a huge thanks to Xpyne, without whom I never would have been able to write this story half as well.  ( Read more... )

Richard was just sitting down to pancakes when his cell rang.  By the sound of the ringtone, it was Heather.  Across the kitchen, he met Tim’s gaze and grimaced.  If she was calling this early in the morning, it couldn’t be anything good.

“I need you to take Katie to school,” she told him without so much as a ‘hello.’

“Good morning to you, ( Read more... )

I have finally transferred all our (worthwhile) posts over to our journals at GreatestJournal and InsaneJournal.  Many thanks to
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I know Xpyne and I aren’t the first people to have noticed this, but the similarities are uncanny.

Partner A: Both blonds. Both smoke and wear reading glasses. Both experienced serious trauma involving the death of a dearly loved-one at a tender young age of about 13, and subsequently no longer believed in love and closeness with any other ( Read more... )

The day is inordinately warm for this time of year, but there’s a cool breeze at their backs, and the sunlight makes them all a little drowsy.

The two in the back of the jeep are mercifully quiet, and with his arms crossed over his chest, Sanzo dozes.  Stuck between sleep and wakefulness, he half-dreams they’ve reached a cool stream.

Hey ( Read more... )

I totally forgot I had these sitting around on my computer ( Read more... )

Everything felt the same once it was all over, the bodies on the ground, the dust settling.  Everything felt the same, so it took Goku almost two months to realize it wasn’t.  And then he understood that nothing was the same, nothing felt the same, food didn’t even taste the same, and that Sanzo was only attempting to make it seem so.

Sanzo's ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 more... )