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When Badfic Happens to Good Fandom Part 2

2008-05-29T06:15:49Z

Once upon a time, there was an a_mael and an eyesofshinigami, trapped together in the same house for an extended period of time. Having nothing better to do, they decided to write a fic together. This...is what happened.

Bear in mind, this is going to be an on-going collaboration...until we run of stupid ideas. So, without further ado, I bring you...this.

Cross-posted to a_mael, so don't be surprised if you see this more than once. And for those of you not on our mutual f-list...don't think for a minute that you got out of this.

Title: When Badfic Happens to Good Fandom
Authors: A'mael and Eyes of Shinigami
Pairings: 39, 58, and mentions of possible Doku/Kou
Warnings: NOT EVEN REMOTELY BRAINSAFE. Language, randomness, bad AU, suggestive themes, and rampant, rabid OOC.
Rating: No idea. Really, not a damn clue.
Summary: After having read entirely too much badfic, this is what happened. Premise is that once a year, the Sanzo-ikkou must endure a full day of OOC and bad AU to fill their quota. This year, it's up to Nii to show Kougaiji and Dokugakuji the ropes.
Disclaimer: We don't own Saiyuki. That's probably a good thing.

Link to Part 1.

The scene opened in a room that was slightly darker than normal. Judging from the height of the windows, it was a basement; if one went by the shape it was in, it was occupied by pigs. The furnishings were old and threadbare, a matching couch and chair in various shades of brown and beige - none of them less that hideous. Across from the couch was a large entertainment center, the focal point of which was a huge, state-of-the-art television. On one side, shelves held game systems that ranged from a Super Nintendo to a Playstation 3; the other side held video games for all of them, crammed and wedge into every available inch of space. They were all in order, both by system and alphabetically by title. No less than eight speakers were placed in strategic positions around the room.

A small distance away, in a slightly larger space, was a table. It was surrounded by four chairs, and in each chair sat a young man. On the wall to one side of the table were three bookshelves, each of which was packed with books. It appeared that they were arranged according to genre and author on the first two shelves; the third was occupied entirely by manuals for role-playing games. There was a single hanging lamp above, which shed a small circle of light around the table.

The shortest of the four young men seated there was engaged in what could only be described as an honest attempt to behead one of his companions with his wild gesticulations. His short brown hair peeked out from under a cap that threatened to fly off at any second as he enthusiastically acted out the latest harrowing fight endured by a favored anime ninja. The angry-looking blond on his left ducked automatically when a fist (complete with the usual ’DSH!’ sound-effect) hurtled toward his head.

The compact brunet templed his fingers together in the way of said ninja, yelling, “And then, Kakashi started up with his jutsu, and the other guy didn’t even stand a chance!”

“Kakashi’s a pussy,” Sanzo grumbled, still looking angry over his close encounter with Goku`s fist, “Darth Vader could kick his ass any day of the week.”

“Whaaaat?” Goku practically squealed, his expression crumpling until he rather resembled a cat of the Persian variety, “He so could not! He`s got the Sharingan, fer cripes’ sake! He can copy any attack!”

“One word, dickhead,” Sanzo retorted haughtily, pointing at the picture of Obi-Wan Kenobi on his t-shirt, “lightsabre.” The smug look on his face sent Goku into a spluttering fit of protest.

“Well…well, Kakashi doesn’t need one of those! He’s got shuriken, and jutsu, and daggers! Those are all ranged weapons, so they’re way better than some stupid light sabre,” Goku mimicked, pouring all the derision he could muster into the last word.

“Both of you shut the fuck up,” the redhead across from Goku intoned. “Wolverine would slice Vader to ribbons, and have Kakashi’s ass to the sky in seconds.”

If looks could kill, then Gojyo would have had to be resuscitated several times in order to fulfill the threat in Sanzo and Goku’s glares. He smirked and sank lower in his chair, raising his arms in a gesture of helplessness. Even Gojyo’s t-shirt, a large yellow happy face with a bloody bullet hole in it’s forehead emblazoned on it, seemed to be mocking the other two. Sanzo pushed his stringy, shoulder-length hair back from his forehead. The result looked rather like Kurt Cobain on a bad day.

Goku, only slightly chastened, mumbled, “I’d like to see him beat Goku, though.” For emphasis, his lifted the picture on his own t-shirt. A muscular anime character wrapped in a ridiculously tight orange and blue outfit stood frozen there, his spiky black hair at all angles and a concentrated expression on his face. Over his head were the letters ’DBZ’ in bright, sparkly letters.

“Pfft,” Gojyo huffed, waving a hand dismissively, “That Japanimation bullshit’s got nothing on Jack Kirby.”

“It’s ANIME, you asswipe!” Goku shot back, incensed. He lifted the baseball cap off his head, briefly revealing the ‘NERV’ logo on the front as he ran a hand through his flattened locks in frustration. Sanzo glanced at him and stifled a giggle.

“What?!” Goku demanded, glaring at the blond while he replaced his hat.

“That’s some serious hat-head,” Sanzo replied, “You even wear that fucking thing in the shower, don’t you?”

“No!”

“That’s because he doesn’t shower,” Gojyo chuckled.

“Fuck you, jerk-off!” Goku shot back, “At least I don’t look like some…some friggin’…hippie!”

“That was a great comeback Goku,” the redhead drawled, “Don’t forget to wipe it off your chin.”

Goku was up and leaning over the table, clearly about to crawl over it and pummel Gojyo. Sanzo reached down to his hip and grabbed something. With a soft whump sound, the object shot out as he flicked his wrist. Before Goku had gotten more than one knee up on the table, he was being rapped on the head by a collapsible green lightsabre.

The subtle sound of a throat being cleared stopped them all dead in their tracks. The fourth man, who had been silently reading a book all through the commotion, raised his head. Pushing his coke-bottle glasses up on his nose, he fixed each of his companions with a warning stare, in turn. Goku blushed, sheepishly lowered his knee, and then sat back down. Sanzo collapsed his weapon and replaced in on the hook on his belt. Gojyo snickered, but when Hakkai’s gaze rested on him, he had the good sense to stop that in a hurry.

Seemingly satisfied that the others were suitably subdued, he began, “Gojyo, I have found the answer to your question. You can take twenty on that lock, but since your character is a thief with a level on lock picking, you have to take the penalties that go with successive failures, as well.”

“Dude, that sucks! Can’t you…y’know…just kinda fix that for me?”

Hakkai, looking shocked, turned to Gojyo. “The integrity of the Dungeon Master must be complete and above reproach, Gojyo. Don’t ever ask me something like that again.”

Just then, a female voice floated down the stairs, “Hakkai, I’m going to the store. Do you and your little friends need anything while I’m out?”

Hakkai flushed a bright red. “No, Kanan, we’re fine,” he called back, a hint of embarrassment colouring his tone, “Thanks, though.”

“All right, then. I’ll be back soon.”

The door to the basement closed, and the sound of Kanan’s feet on the floor above moved across the room. Both Gojyo and Goku were looking up, their eyes tracing her path, across the ceiling. When the front door had opened and closed, both of them returned their attention to the table. For a time, a low swishing was the only sound. Goku looked at Hakkai with wide eyes.

“Dude,” he breathed, “your sister is hot!”

Hakkai gaped. “Stop talking about my sister!”

“Well, she is,” Goku insisted, before Gojyo’s sudden movement toward the table grabbed his attention.

“Yeah, right?” Gojyo nodded, “I mean, have you seen her tits? Seriously dude, If I could do her,” he shook his head slowly from side to side, “I would do her ‘til I was done!”

Looking positively stricken, Hakkai now gaped at Gojyo; after a moment, he gathered himself and laid a thump to the back of Gojyo’s head with the book in his hand.

“Hey!” he shouted, “That’s my sister! Have a little respect for my non-incestuous brain, you pervert!” Hakkai appealed to Sanzo for help. “Sanzo, help me out here.”

All three of the boys looked to Sanzo, who wore an expression so blank that it might have been a mask. His eyes were glassy, apparently staring at Hakkai’s shirt, which read “All your base belong to us”. In his left hand, he was tilting something back and forth.

“Kanan,” he wheezed quietly, and took a pull from his inhaler.

********

Kougaiji stared at the screen for a long time after the image faded, just blinking. Doku looked horrified.

“Well,” Nii chuckled, “I’ll just give you two a moment to assimilate that.”

Eighty-five seconds later, Kou finally found his voice. “That was…Oh, gods…” he trailed off, wondering how he was ever going to erase the images of the Sanzo-ikkou as greasy-haired…dorks.

“Depressing, isn’t it?” Nii quipped in a chipper voice. Kou threw a completely ineffectual glare at him, while Doku just sat, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly. He had been rendered completely speechless.

“Right then!” the doctor continued, “Here’s where it begins to get really scary, boys.”

********

It was their damnable luck that the day was hot and humid, suffocating so. The scent of sweat and too-close bodies filled the air, but nobody had it in them to complain about it. “Wouldn’t it be nice if Hakuryuu had a top?” Hakkai asked cheerfully, earning groans from the rest of the occupants of the jeep.

“Can it, Hakkai. It’s too damn hot for that shit,” Sanzo grumbled in reply, using his sleeve to wipe his brow before shucking the robes completely off his shoulders.

“How much farther, Hakkai? The monkey’s starting to rot back here.” Gojyo reached over and tweaked Goku’s nose, having to dodge the half-hearted swat that came his way.

The young man didn’t seem to have the energy to reciprocate a proper argument. “If it wasn’t so hot, I’d smack you.”

“And I’d like to see you try, midget monkey!”

The usual squabble started, but Sanzo wasn’t having it. “God, would you assholes leave it alone for once? I swear-” He didn’t get to finish; Hakkai interrupted him by clearing his throat. The monk turned around, catching sight of what had alerted their driver. Naturally, Gojyo and Goku moved closer to the front seats to see what was going on.

-----

Four young women stood on the side of the road, huddled around what appeared to be a black convertible. A black-haired woman stood bent beneath the hood, her jean-clad ass high in the air as puttered around underneath. “Maki, I told you to check the water level before we left while Keiko was busy! Damn it, you idiot cat, learn to listen!” She righted herself and dusted off her tight, black sleeveless shirt, even as her ice blue eyes narrowed.

A smaller girl pouted off to the side, twirling a strand of blue hair, bright as a summer sky, around her pale finger. Large, dark, drowning eyes focused hard on the taller woman, and the silver choker around her neck jangled when she moved. “I did check it, Asuka! Kuroryuu made a funny noise when I tried to make her drink! Don’t blame me, you meanie!” She stuck her tongue out, crossing one leg over the other and adjusting her knee length blue jeans cutoffs.

The taller one, Asuka, snorted indignantly before she grabbed Maki by her hair. Just as things were about to start getting heated, another woman stepped in. “Maa, maa…we can’t have that sort of behavior! It’s no one’s fault, all right?” she said calmly, clearly the peacemaker. Her soft pink hair was drawn up into two buns on her head, and honey-brown eyes sparkled from behind thin, wire-framed glasses. Her rich purple cheongsam, decorated with butterflies, swished as she leaned down to pat Maki on the head. “There, there. I’m not angry with you, and neither is Asuka.” She cast a quick look to the tanned woman, who snorted. “See? Now…what do you think we should do, Ayako?”

The fourth woman opened her vibrant blue eyes and sighed. She had been meditating, and she didn’t like to be disturbed. “It’ll be all right. The Goddess will take care of us,” she said, her voice serene. She brushed a stray strand of long, flowing moonlight silver hair behind her shoulder to let it tumble down her white robes with the braid she kept. Adjusting the diadem around her head, she pushed back from her leaning position against the car. “How far away do you think we are from the nearest village?”

Keiko pulled the map from the glove compartment, then stroked the dashboard and cooed, “It’s all right, Kuroryuu…you can change back now.” A flash of light, and a small black dragon with a pink bow around its neck took the place of the car before settling on her shoulder. The little creature looked exhausted. Keiko gave it another pet before she held up the map. “According to this, we’re about four miles out. As it stands, we will have to walk.”

“Not if we hitch a ride,” Asuka murmured, pointing towards the jeep heading their way.

Meanwhile, in the jeep, a deep conversation was taking place about whether or not they should stop. So far, the votes were three to one, with Sanzo being out-voted. “Fine. Do what you assholes want. I don’t care.” The priest took a deep drag on his cigarette before flicking it out behind him. He knew that this had headache written all over it.

The jeep finally came to a stop, and Hakkai gave a wave. “Konnichiwa! Are you ladies in need of some assistance?” He stepped out of the jeep, Gojyo and Goku at his heels as they walked towards where they were. “What seems to be the problem?”

Keiko blushed before politely bowing in his direction. “Oh! What good fortune that you gentlemen happened along! Our dragon couldn’t make it to the next village.” She petted the dragon on the head, the little animal purring. “So, we were going to start walking.”

Gojyo did a quick once-over of the four ladies, his eyes immediately falling on the dark-haired beauty, who was leaning against a tree. “Well, shit. We certainly can’t let such lovely ladies like yourselves be on your own…what sort of gentlemen would we be then?” He gave her his best charming smile and held out his hand. “The name’s Gojyo, Sha Gojyo.”

The woman smiled as she took his hand and shook it. “Asuka. Nice to meet you.”

“That’s a nice handshake you’ve got there,” he said, slightly awed. He wasn’t used to finding woman with such a steady grip, which of course lead his mind elsewhere. Damn, she was a looker.

Goku, on other hand, was studying the smallest member of the other party with careful consideration. He cocked his head to the side before his face broke into a wide grin. “Hey, you’re like me!” he exclaimed, leaning closer to examine the unusual choker around her neck. “You’ve even got a limiter!”

“Sure do! And that diadem must be yours! I’m Maki! What’s your name?” she asked, eyes sparkling. He was really cute!

“My name is Son Goku. And your name is really yummy!” He blushed when he realized how silly he must have sounded, but when she started to giggle, he laughed too. Soon, both of them were practically falling over themselves in hysterics.

Sanzo was watching all of this take place with his arms folded across his chest, eyes narrowed, and refusing to budge from his spot in the passenger seat. Like they needed anymore distractions… “Excuse me, Sanzo-sama…would it be too troubling to allow us to ride in your Jeep to the next town?” Ayako asked, bowing deeply. When she righted herself, she stared at him with those intense blue eyes that sent shivers of…something up and down his spine. How did a person’s eyes get that blue? “However, if it’s going to cost you too much time…”

“How did you know my name?” Sanzo asked, lamely. Hearing someone call him ‘Sanzo-sama’ without sounding so…contrived, as it often did, was an entirely new experience.

Ayako smiled. “Because I have heard of you, and I know of your mission to save Shangri-La. I, too, have been charged with a mission by the Goddess I serve. I was asked to find the revered Genjyo Sanzo and aid him in any way I could. My companions and I have traveled far to assist you. My name is Ayako, Head Priestess of the Nocht Coven. Maki,” she indicated with a nod of her head towards the two giggling teenagers, “Is my charge, not unlike your Goku. A youkai with all the powers of a god, limited only by the necklace she wears around her neck. She is the Great Sage Equal to the Earth, born where the aura of Heaven gathered in a holy temple during meditation.”

“Yup! Aya-chan has been taking care of me for a long time! She’s my best friend, and my savior,” Maki added brightly, giving the woman a brilliant smile. She turned back towards Goku to continue chattering about their mutual favorite foods. Finding someone who loved meat buns as much as she did was the coolest thing ever.

Ayako nodded, still smiling. “And Asuka over there is my bodyguard. She’s a half-ling, just like your Gojyo. Her parents were of Native American and European descent, and she is a trained fighter and quite the card player.”

Asuka pumped her fist in the air, earning a whoop of victory from Gojyo. “Damn straight. Bet I could play you under the table, Red-head. Could probably drink you under it to.” She winked, and her words took on any entirely different connotation. For a second, Gojyo forgot how to breathe. Was she hitting on him?

“Like to see you try, honey. What’s say we give it a go when we reach the town?” He waggled his eyebrows at her, obviously recovered.

“Perhaps it would not be wise to leave these two rogues alone, right, Aya?” Keiko asked, eyes widening when she realized something. “Oh! Where are my manners? I have not introduced myself! My name is Keiko, and I am a scholar. I wanted to come with Ayako in order to learn more about Shangri-La.”

Hakkai chuckled, bowing to her in return. “It is nice to meet you, Keiko-san. My name is Cho Hakkai, and I too am a scholar. Perhaps we will be able to learn something from each other, ne?”

Ayako laughed, and suddenly Sanzo realized why she struck him so much. The calm she exuded, the laugh, the gentleness…she reminded him of Koumyou Sanzo. Something in his chest twinged, but he made sure to keep his expression blank. “Fine. You can come with us. Cause us any trouble and you’re out on your asses, got it?”

“Many thanks, Sanzo-sama,” Ayako dipped her head reverently, motioning for her group to come along.

Hakkai petted Hakuryuu and murmured, “I hope this won’t be too hard on you, my friend. It’s only for a couple of miles.” He got an excited ‘kyuu’ in response, and Hakkai noticed the black dragon curled up on the dashboard. He shook his head and laughed.

“It seems they’ve already made friends. Kuroryuu, stop being such a flirt!” Keiko teased, earning a small noise of protest from her pet. “Is your car also a dragon? How funny! What’s his name?”

“Hakuryuu,” Hakkai answered, climbing into the driver’s seat. He turned around, brows knitting together in concentration as he looked around. “Let’s see…Aya-sama, you can sit between Sanzo and myself on the console…Keiko-san, I’m sure you could fit between Goku and Gojyo, Maki-san, you can sit on the other side of Goku, and Asuka-san…”

“Will be fine right here,” Asuka purred, situating herself on Gojyo’s lap. She wrapped a lanky arm around his neck and leaned close, looking like a cat with cream. Gojyo grinned so wide that Hakkai feared his face might fall off, but the healer figured it wasn’t anything to worry about.

And off they went.

-----

It wasn’t that far of a drive, and the time had passed by pleasantly. Maki and Goku were discussing what they would be having for dinner when they reached the restaurant, Gojyo and Asuka were busy flirting, Keiko and Hakkai were managing to have a conversation about the care and keeping of dragons, and Ayako and Sanzo were talking about the mission she had mentioned earlier. All in all, it had been a decent drive.

They pulled up outside a restaurant in the village, Hakuryuu transforming back once everyone had exited the jeep before landing on Hakkai’s shoulder. The eight of them entered the establishment and they quickly got a table, mostly because the owner recognized Sanzo and blubbered at him. The monk paid him no mind as they all took their seats, but he did notice the two pairs of wide, eager eyes on him. “What do you want, monkey?”

“Can we have double orders of everything? We’re gonna need a lot of food,” Goku insisted, to which Maki nodded in affirmation. “Can we, Sanzo? Please?”

Sanzo was just about to say no, but when he heard Ayako laugh beside him, he knew he was defeated. “I don’t care,” he said, resigned. There was no way he was going to win between the two of them.

Goku and Maki both let out cheers as they opened the menu, starting to pore over its contents together, occasionally brushing hands and blushing at each other. It was rather cute watching them interact. By the time the waitress came, the two of them rattled off all the dishes they wanted, bewildering the poor woman to the point that finally Hakkai had to step in.

“Just bring us two of everything on the menu. That should make it easier for you,” he said with a smile. The waitress nodded and hurried off, leaving the eight of them to talk amongst themselves.

The food came relatively quickly for being such a large order, and dinner was just as pleasant as the car ride. Maki kept Goku suitably occupied, exchanging dishes and raging about how good the food was at this restaurant, while Asuka and Gojyo were busy reminiscing about the card games they’d played and their various exploits.

Hakkai and Keiko continued to chat amicably, discussing everything from their favorite books to discussing their careers before the journey. Keiko seemed interested in Hakkai’s talks about his days as a teacher, and he was enjoying her description of the library back home that she worked in.

Sanzo was surprisingly relaxed, glad for the fact that dinner wasn’t noisy and rowdy this time around; it was certainly a nice change of pace. “It would seem that you’re never bored with these three around, Sanzo-sama,” Ayako said, chuckling as she looked around the table.

“That’s what happens when you travel with a circus,” Sanzo said, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a smirk. “I’m sure you stay entertained with your bunch, as well.”

“Oh yes…some days keeping them in line is like trying to herd cats. But other days, well…I don’t know what I would do without them. They’re my family.” Aya’s expression softened and she turned towards Sanzo, her eyes sparkling like twin stars. That expression…god, it was so familiar that it made Sanzo’s insides ache. “Do you feel the same, Sanzo-sama?”

Sanzo went to vehemently protest, but he decided against it. He thought for a moment, mulling it over in his mind, but just before he went to speak, he was interrupted again. Expecting to hear the usual fight over the last meat bun, he was surprised when it wasn’t that at all.

“Here, Maki…you can have the last meat bun. I want you to have it,” Goku offered shyly, nudging the treat towards the girl. His cheeks were colored with the faintest bit of a blush, and he didn’t quite reach her eyes with his gaze; he was too busy staring at her chin.

A blush flooded Maki’s face as well, but she took the bun and broke it in half. “Here, we can share it. I’d like that.” Her blush deepened when their hands brushed again, the two of them meeting eyes as they each began to eat the shared treat.

“Look out, the monkey’s got a girlfriend!” Gojyo thundered, nudging Asuka in the side.

“Ain’t it just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” Asuka grinned at her youngest companion as she pulled her Hi-Lites from her pocket. She went to pull one out, but a hand covering hers stopped her.

Gojyo gave her a cocky grin and a naughty wink as he said, “Allow me, my lady.” He set her pack on the table and reached for his own, tamping out two cigarettes. He made an exaggerated motion out of putting them between his lips and lighting them both, handing her one with another wink.

Asuka took the cigarette that was clamped between his lips instead, making her own show of taking the first deep drag from it. The sight made Gojyo shiver, and he took his own drag. Now that was hot, he thought.

Sanzo, meanwhile, rolled his eyes and went to pull out his own pack of cigarettes, but stopped mid-motion when he saw Ayako’s nose wrinkled in the direction of her friend. Slowly, he slid the pack back into his sleeve and folded his hands on the table; he wasn’t really in the mood for a cigarette anymore.

“More tea, Keiko-san?” Hakkai asked, shaking his head at his companions. He’d been tempted to say something to Sanzo, but the sudden change of behavior gave him pause. He shouldn’t discourage the monk if he was deciding to cut back. “It’s really quite delicious, don’t you think?”

Keiko gave him a smile that made him warm down to his toes. “Certainly, Hakkai-dono. Such a gentlemen.” A faint blush colored his cheeks as he poured her another glass of tea, before filling his own. He glanced over towards where Hakuryuu and Kuroryuu were sharing dinner. The two dragons were eating out of the same dish, their tails entwined. The sight made him smile, and he touched Keiko’s arm gently before nodding in their direction. The woman smiled warmly and gave a nod of approval.

“Now that everyone is full and satisfied,” Ayako started, folding her hands and resting them on the table. She turned to Sanzo with a calm expression on her face. “Sanzo-sama and I decided that it would be best if we travel together for the remainder of this journey, since it seems that our motives are the same. Are there any objections?”

No one had the chance to answer, however, because a huge fucking rock came out of nowhere and squished them all flat.

********

“What. The. Hell. Was. That?” Doku asked, clearly boggled. Between the overly-glittery ikkou counterparts and the giant rock out of nowhere, he wasn’t sure what to think.

Kougaiji sat blinking at the screen, bewildered. “Was that…Lirin?”

“I’m afraid not,” Nii answered, closing the lid on a rather large red button that said “IN CASE OF SUE EMERGENCY PUSH HERE.” He continued, “Of course, we’re always prepared for the eventuality of extreme canon character meltdown.”

“Is that what that was? That was horrifying,” Doku grumbled.

]Nii nodded ruefully. “Unfortunately. Mary Sues have the uncanny ability to morph perfectly rational characters into simpering idiots.”

Kou, who had been listening very closely, asked simply, “So then…you just push the button?”

“Well, normally we would wait until things got somewhat worse…” Nii trailed off, his expression darkening alarmingly. “But no one attempts to take Koumyou Sanzo’s imagery without swift retribution.” By this time he was clutching the pointer so hard that it bent in the middle.

Kou and Doku had the good sense to look mildly perturbed.

Suddenly, Nii broke into a wide grin and said in a chipper, brittle voice, “Well then! Are we ready for the next lesson?”

********

To be continued…again.

Drabble Post #5

2008-03-15T07:00:40Z

I come bearing drabbles, and a special treat!

These are pretty 39/93 centric, but it's something, right? I'm really proud of the second one, just so you know.

Title: Tangled Up In You
Pairing: 93
Prompt: “93 with the prompt ‘flexible’”
For soliandxpyne
A/N: The first smut drabble so far. Enjoy. XD

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Sanzo looked over his shoulder to make sure that he hadn’t roused anyone else with his hasty exit. He didn’t understand why Goku was up this early, the boy being notorious for sleeping as late as he possibly could without facing certain death. Curiosity had eaten at him as he watched Goku leave the room they were sharing until he could stand it no longer.

Now here he was, fighting through the underbrush in his jeans and tank to find where Goku had gotten to. The monkey obviously didn’t know that someone was following him, the footprints he left in the muddy path clear as day. All the better for Sanzo, who planned on finding Goku and then braining him until the idiot came back with him.

At least, that was until Sanzo caught sight of Goku. There, bathed in the morning sunlight and near the river that rushed outside the town, was Goku doing what looked like stretches. Or katas, but Sanzo thought he knew better than that. Katas required concentration and discipline, neither of which where Goku’s strong suits. Clad only in his jeans, Goku’s body flowed through the movements with such fluidity that it was hard to believe he was real. Muscles rippled beneath finely tanned skin and Sanzo had to look away. So weak he was, staring so openly at Goku like that. He should just get up and walk back to the inn, but a rustle brought his attention back towards the river.

While he would deny it should anyone ask, Sanzo knew good and well that his charge was attractive. He’d been noticing since the monkey had begun to shift from gangly adolescence to the lithe young man before him. He also noticed the many appreciative looks that Goku began to earn, resulting often times with a harisen to the back of the head and a lame excuse to what caused it. There would none of that on his watch.

Unless from you, you pervert, his traitorous mind reminded him, which he pointedly ignored. Instead, he refocused on Goku and the movements of his body.

Goku’s flexibility and agility never ceased to amaze him, especially at times like this. The boy moved like the otherworldly being that he was, and Sanzo was very content with watching him. Well, until his mind began to supply him with dirty images that usually accompanied those thoughts. Heat blossomed in his groin and spread out through his limbs, which is what he blamed the sudden movement of his hand towards his pants on. His cock began to push insistently against the zipper of his jeans as he continued to watch Goku. Sanzo swallowed thickly and let his fingers skate across the bulge, making a quick decision where he crouched behind the bush. On one hand, he could be caught here, with his pants down, utterly embarrassed enough to put a bullet through his own head. On the other hand, a show like this was just too tempting to pass up.

A grunt from Goku as he thrust a fist into the air was enough to make up Sanzo’s mind for him. He made quick work of releasing his aching length, palming the head and biting his lip against a moan. Long, thin fingers curled around the flesh to tease and stroke as images began to assault his mind once more.

He and Goku tangled on the ground be the river. Goku pinning him up against the wall. Goku thrusting into him on a random bed somewhere, one leg thrown over the monkey’s shoulder as he clawed at the sheets. Goku taking him from behind with his hand pumping his cock.

Over and over the dirty pictures played in his head, opening his eyes to find…Goku not where he was supposed to be. Panic seized him and he stilled his hand, all prepared to look for where Goku had gone when he felt a familiar warmth along the curve of his back and a hand covering his own.

The unoccupied hand came up to cover his mouth, anticipating the protests forming in his throat and silencing them. “You didn’t think I would smell ya, did ya?” Shit. Not only had Goku smelled his arousal, his submission to his baser instincts, he knew what the source of the arousal had been. Fucking hell. He started to struggle to get away, but a deft flick of Goku’s wrist had his eyes rolling back in his head and he forgot why he was supposed to be struggling. “That’s okay…I thought it was kind of hot, you out here watching me.”

Goku’s hand began to stroke in earnest, and Sanzo could feel the answering bulge pressed against his ass even through the material of his jeans. It made his cock pulse harder and he bit down on the flesh of Goku’s hand. The brunet hissed but didn’t move away, grinding his hips against Sanzo as he continued to pump him.

Never in a million years did Sanzo think that he would have his dirtiest fantasies coming true. His head fell back against Goku’s shoulder as the young man planted nips and kisses to any bit of flesh he could reach.

The coil of pleasure wound tighter and tighter, until Sanzo’s body shook and he groaned under the onslaught of sensation. His hand gripped his flesh tighter as he rode out the orgasm that was pulsing through his entire being, it seemed.

Sanzo felt the insistent throb of Goku behind him, hard and ready, but the brunet didn’t seem in too much of a hurry to take care of it. That was all right with Sanzo; he had to catch his bearings anyway. After a moment, though, Goku gently disentangled himself from around the monk and stood up, arching his back in a way that made blood surge through Sanzo once again. “So, how about you find out how flexible I can be?” Goku asked, a lusty smile curling onto his lips. He turned and started to walk towards the inn, not even giving Sanzo a chance to respond.

And really, who was Sanzo to argue? Before he knew it, he was on his feet and heading back with the monkey. He cursed and bopped Goku on the head for his insolence, but he didn’t bother to hide the spark of interest in his eyes. The day just got more interesting.

--END--

And now, for the second one:

Title: The Trick is to Keep Breathing
Pairing: Sanzo/Goku implied
Prompt: This one was of my own accord. I was listening to the song and I was struck by inspiration.
For moshesque, for her birthday. <3 It’s a tad bit late, but I hope you like it anyway. And sorry it isn't longer, but I tried. ^_____^

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How achingly familiar, Goku thought bitterly, shifting in his perch on the window ledge. The rain spattered against the glass in tiny bursts, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Sanzo was doing the exact same thing wherever he was.

He chastised himself for that thought; he had to stop thinking about the blond or he was going to go crazy. The asshole didn’t warrant thinking about, as Gojyo would keep reminding him with each passing day. But Goku, for the life of him, couldn’t stop. It was like telling him to stop breathing. Sanzo was the sun, and just like the sun he encompassed everything that Goku was. Like each new breath of air, it was essential that he didn’t forget.

For all of his bravado in front of the others, Goku felt very much alone since his lover’s sudden departure. His body missed Sanzo’s incredibly and there were times when it became an almost physical ache. How many times had Hakkai said the Earth could not survive without the sun? Mostly it was times like this, when Goku could normally be in Sanzo’s company and trying to make the man forget about the steady stream of rain that ran down the window.

His hand snaked up to fist in the cloth of the borrowed shirt just as a knock sounded on the door. While he wasn’t up to talking to anyone, he knew he had to. “Come in, it’s open.”

Hakkai emerged from the darkness of the hallway with a bright smile on his face. However, his smile softened when he saw Goku in the window. “I just came up to see how you were faring. You’ve been up here for some time now,” he offered, moving through the room to sit down on the sill.

“I’m fine. There’s nothing wrong with me.” Goku replied automatically, a little too brightly. Almost immediately he let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck when he sat up a little. How Sanzo could sit in that position for hours and not get stiff was beyond him. “It just-”

Hakkai cut him off. “It’s the rain. It would make anyone a little dreary. But I wonder…is it just the rain?” He gave Goku a knowing look and the boy had to turn away. Silence clung to both of them, but Hakkai radiated a patience that never failed to surprise Goku. “You miss him, don’t you?”

Goku let out another sigh and glanced back out the window. Might as well fess up now. “Yeah. I shouldn’t, because I should be mad and stuff, but I’m not. All I can think about is that I hope he’s somewhere dry and if he ate enough at dinner. Why?” he implored, still not looking at his companion.

“Because, Goku, it’s rather simple. Your feelings for Sanzo aren’t so petty.” Hakkai shifted to fold his hands in his lap. “Remember once when Sanzo was hurt-” He was interrupted by an amused snort, but he only smiled before continuing, “The time after Rikudo. I told you to get stronger, right? Well, this is one of those times when it might come in handy. Sanzo has his reasons for doing what he did, but I know he expects us to be at our best when he gets back. Seek to help ourselves first, right?”

“So you don’t think I’m stupid for missing him?”

Hakkai reached out his hand to ruffle Goku’s hair, a familiar gesture but not enough to make his chest ache. Thank goodness for small mercies. “While I’m sure Gojyo would argue with me, no. I don’t think you’re stupid at all. You didn’t think I was stupid for missing Gojyo when he left, did you?” Goku shook his head. “So you see. It’s a complicated thing, Goku, so just trust in it. You know how you feel and that’s all you need.” Another quick ruffle before the hand slid away, and Goku briefly mourned the loss of touch.

As the older man stood to leave, Goku grabbed his sleeve to still him. Their eyes met and Goku offered him a smile. “Thanks, Hakkai. For getting it and all.”

“Of course. Now, this doesn’t mean that Sanzo’s escaping the ‘talking-to’ he deserves…” he said sternly, but it broke under the amused smile that crossed his lips when Goku laughed. “Just be strong, Goku. It’ll work out.”

His eyes followed Hakkai as he exited the room before turning back towards the window. The rain was slowing and he could see the beginnings of sunlight breaking through the barrier of gray.

Goku smiled as he drew his knees up and rested his chin against them. He drew in a deep breath, then another, then another, closing his eyes against the sensation.

In, out. In, out.

--END--

And for the special treat, empyrealfantasy wrote a mirror drabble to moshesque's drabble from Sanzo's POV called Barely Breathing. I was completely and utterly flattered, and you should definitely go read that too! *squees*

Mish-mash post

2007-11-04T00:04:32Z

This post is kind of all over the place, so be forewarned. My brain has ceased higher functioning due to the sheer amount of SHIT that went on today. Was there like National Start Your Christmas Shopping Early Day or something? Holy hell. Work was insane today! Not to mention about thirty minutes into the rush the computer system decided to stop working. It was definitely a WTF kind of day.

Then, the funniest thing happened to me today in Starbucks when I went to get lunch. I got recognized from YaoiCon. o__O This girl that was standing in line behind me was giving me strange looks, until finally I turned around and asked her why she was studying me like that. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Um, hi. So...why do you keep staring at me like that?
Girl: I know you! You were the chick with the vines on her face at that anime convention!
Me: ...what?
Girl: Yeah! My friend took pictures of you and the other two chicks you were with! I didn't go, but she did and she said it was amazing and blah blah blah blah
Me: *doesn't really know what to say* That's...nice. Thank you?
Girl: *giggle* You and your friends looked awesome!
Me: *still doesn't know what to say*
Girl: Well, it was nice talking to you! *waves emphatically as she walks off*
Me: ...*thinks 'WTF?'*

All in all, it was...rather strange.

And as far as writing goes...I've finally started working on Liturgy. *falls over* I'm not sure what I think about it, but Homura is poking at my brain like there's no tomorrow. I've tried swatting at him, but it doesn't work. He's like a mosquito that just won't quit.

Well, the point of this story is, to get my writing groove going, I wrote four more of the stupid little drabbles I was writing AGES ago. While I will not say that these are excellent examples of my literary prowess, I actually kind of like them.

Drabble 5: Religious Experience

He felt his breath catch in his throat and his heart thud against the confines of his ribcage. He fought the urge to wipe his sweaty palms on his robes, just so he wouldn’t ruin it when he reached out to touch it. His mind couldn’t comprehend that he’d finally found it, what he’d been searching for.

His fingers itched to touch, but he kept them clutched tightly together in balled fists. He didn’t want to risk it to find that it wasn’t real. After all this time, it would break him to know that it was just another trick, something that wasn’t real.

His mind was spinning; this was it. The end of his journey, the exodus that he didn’t ask for. Was all the trouble worth it? Of course it was. One only had to look upon it to see that it would be worth the blood, sweat, tears, and embarrassment. Now, if he could only bring himself to reach out and grab it.

His heart was beating wilder now, so loud that he thought anyone else would be able to hear it echoing around him. All he had to do was reach out. It wasn’t so hard, was it?

But what if it was a mistake? He’d heard rumors before; they were enough to turn even the stoutest of heart away. Luckily for him he was as stubborn as he was. He would not let this slip from his grasp again.

So close, he thought as his hand moved towards the coveted prize. So close…

“Sanzo! Just grab the goddamn package of mayo flavored ramen and let’s go! You’ve been standing there for almost an hour! Jesus!”

The crinkle of cellophane was almost enough to drown out the growl that escaped from his throat. Fucking kappa.

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Drabble 6: Tagalongs

Note: This one was written based on a picture by keire_ke. I don't know if she has it up online still...but I'll try to find the link.

“Sanzo…don’t you think this is getting a little out of hand? I mean, you can barely sit down in here,” Hakkai commented casually, shoving one of the loud balls of fur off the only semi-available space on the couch. The cat meowed in protest, flicking its tail angrily before stalking off in the other direction.

Gojyo grimaced when a tail caught him under the nose and made him want to sneeze. “Damn right. This is madness. Why the fuck do you have so many of these things?” He was tempted to bark at one of the cats that was swatting at his hair from the back of the chair, but knowing that they belonged to Sanzo was enough to give him pause. Who knows what sort of vicious underhanded tricks those furry menaces would be capable of?

The blond priest pretended not to hear them, righting his newspaper to block their expectant faces from his view. If he couldn’t see them, they weren’t really there. This rule also applied to the many cats, dogs, birds, fish, and other various animals that could be seen traipsing through the temple these days. This went doubly for the insistent cat that lay curled atop his head, since the damn thing had taken to him in particular.

Hakkai let out a sigh. “Sanzo, did you hear me? I said this is ridiculous. Why in the world you would have so many animals? You hate animals.” The healer frowned as what appeared to be a raccoon scurry across the floor towards where the cats had gathered to feed. Now he’d seen everything. “I’m sure this isn’t very sanitary either. What do the monks have to say about this?”

“Goku cleans up after them. The monks don’t say anything about it. Who cares what they have to say anyway?” Sanzo grunted from behind his newspaper, ignoring the playful paw that swiped at the page when he turned it. He’d gotten so used to it by now, it wasn't hard.

“I have to say I agree with Hakkai. This place is a fucking zoo.”

Annoyed now, Sanzo lowered the paper and gave them the best glare he could muster. “Do you want to know why? I’ll tell you why. It’s because Goku…”

Whatever he might have been planning to say was cut off by the sound of a door slamming, followed by heavy footsteps that were headed right towards the occupied room. Goku burst in with something clutched tightly to his chest. “Sanzo! Sanzo! Look what I found!” He held out his hands, letting the other three see the small white duckling cradled in his palms. It looked like it had been attacked, squawking pitifully for all it was worth.

Hakkai raised an eyebrow, but wisely said nothing when Goku continued. “I found it out by the pond! I’ve got to make him better! Can we keep him? Please? Please?” Golden eyes sparkled with unshed tears, as though poised and ready should the need to unleash them arise.

Sanzo looked as though he was going to refuse at first, until the monkey’s eyes widened even more and he pouted cutely at the priest. Finally, after a few long moments of their staring contest, he relented. “Damn it, do what you want. It’s your goddamn responsibility though.”

Goku made a ‘yippee’ sound and kissed Sanzo on the cheek, which of course the priest wiped off grumpily with his sleeve. “I will, you know I will! Thanks Sanzo!” He turned his gaze to Hakkai, holding out his hand to the other man. “Come on, Hakkai. You can help me fix his wing!”

Hakkai blinked for a moment, an easy smile blossoming on his lips as he got to his feet. How could he deny such a request? “Of course. You two behave yourselves while I’m gone.” He allowed himself to be dragged out of the room as Goku chattered on about what they needed to do to take care of the tiny creature.

When they had disappeared down the hall, Gojyo let the laugh he’d been holding in escape. Violet eyes questioned him, but he just waved his hand. “Hard to believe that Goku’s almost twenty-two and still does shit like that. Seems he inherited someone’s tendency to pick up strays, hasn’t he?”

Sanzo just ignored him.

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Drabble 7: Just Like That:

Note: This particular drabble was inspired by soliandxpyne's picture of Koumyou and Koryuu.

“Remember to breathe properly, Koryuu. Let yourself relax into the pose and don’t force it.” Koryuu’s cheeks flushed a bit at the gentle chiding, but he focused himself once more. He ignored the slap of his bare feet on the floor and held himself in position.

“Just like this?” Expectant violet eyes turned towards his Master, looking hopeful.

The older man smiled warmly at him, the same smile that had the ability to spread to the people around him. If he hadn’t been so focused, he probably would have smiled too. “Yes, Koryuu. Just like that.”

The young blond couldn’t help the swell of pride at the words. He never really cared for what other people thought or had to say about him, but Koumyou’s mattered. He wanted nothing more than to please the man, to see that expression that let him know he was pleased.

“So determined, Koryuu. Don’t make such a scary face!” Amused laughter floated from behind him, making him frown. Was his Master laughing at him now? He turned towards the man, dropping the pose and crossing his arms across his chest.

“Are you making fun of me?” Koryuu demanded, looking cross.

Suddenly, warm fingers threaded through his hair and tangled in the soft blond locks. A quick ruffle of the strands and the hand was gone as quick as it had come, the same way his Master always did it. “Do you think I was laughing at you?” the older man asked gently.

Koryuu studied his Master for a long moment, finally raising an eyebrow and rubbing the back of his neck. “No…I guess not. I just…don’t want you to laugh me.” It was the truth, after all, even if he was suddenly struck by embarrassment for saying it.

“You’re doing fine, Koryuu. Why would I laugh at you? I am probably the least qualified person to laugh at anyone, so it would make no sense for me to laugh at you. Understand?” At the young blond’s nod, he smiled again. “Now, why don’t you pick back up where you were? Perhaps the pose will come easier to you this time.”

Koryuu did as he was instructed, letting out a whooshing breath he didn’t know he was holding. Stepping into the pose they’d been practicing, he did find it easier to concentrate and hold it. “Like this, Master?”

“Yes, Koryuu. Just like that.”

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Drabble 8: Gimme Three Steps:

Note: This one is for macavitykitsune. I thought about you the entire time I was writing this. *gigglesnort* And in case anyone is interested and/or doesn't know, this title is based on the song "Gimme Three Steps" by Lyndyrd Skynyrd. I thought it fit the scenario quite nicely.

Something was wrong here, of that he was certain. He should have been used to staring down the barrel of a gun, but this was a sawed-off shotgun and the person wielding it wouldn’t have missed. Angry eyes peered up at him, making the smaller man more formidable looking than he probably really was. “You heard me, boy. I said I’m going to shoot you.”

Gojyo swallowed nervously, holding his hands up in surrender. He probably could have clobbered the man if he tried, but the gun was pressed nearly up his left nostril. It was best not to goad the man into anything. “And all I asked was why. It’s not every day that you find yourself with a shotgun aimed at you like that.” Okay, that was a little bit of a stretch for him, but the angry little man didn’t need to know that.

An ominous click sounded and Gojyo couldn’t stop his knees from shaking. “This is your fault, and I think it would be in your best interest to take responsibility for it.” The man nodded over his shoulder towards a pretty young woman behind him, her arms folded around her swollen belly. She looked just as angry as he did, which was never a good sign. Oh? Oh! Oh shit.

“I think you have the wrong idea, sir. I’m just a traveler. I’ve never been to this town before, and I certainly don’t remember your daughter.” That sounded rational, right?

The man looked unimpressed. “I don’t buy it. That’s what you said last time you breezed through here! You’ve done gone and gotten her pregnant, and now no man in the town wants her. She said she was done by a redheaded man with a cocky grin, and you fit that description just fine.”

Gojyo’s eyes widened. He put two and two together, and he definitely decided he didn’t like what it equaled. Most likely it meant he was a dead kappa. “Sir, as good as your intentions are…I don’t think I’m the one you’re looking for.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, even as he fought to keep his tone neutral. It probably wasn’t the best idea to treat this man like he treated Sanzo in these sorts of situations. “In case you didn’t notice, I’m a half-breed. I’m sterile…can’t reproduce.”

The man cocked an eyebrow even as he kept the gun trained firmly on Gojyo’s forehead. At least it wasn’t digging into his nose anymore.

“That’s right…and besides, he has no interest in women anyway,” a voice said from him, and Gojyo felt the tension leave his body. Thank Hakkai and his perfect timing. An arm slid around Gojyo’s shoulder and he felt a playful nip on his ear. “I’m sure that this gentleman isn’t the one you’re looking for.”

The gun lowered, and the man looked like he couldn’t decide whether to be disgusted or horrified. Either way, he mumbled an apology and grabbed his daughter, stalking off before anything else could be said.

As the two of them walked back towards the inn, Gojyo let out a dramatic sigh of relief. “Holy shit, I thought I was a goner. That guy was going to blast my brains out for knocking up his daughter! That was a great act you put on, Hakkai, I owe you one.” He turned towards his best friend, the smile melting off his face to give way to something else.

Hakkai was smiling predatorily, which was never a good sign. “Who said anything about an act, Gojyo?” That look and that voice were enough to make everything below the belt of Gojyo’s pants stir with interest. Was Hakkai for real? “And besides…I know just how you can repay me…”

Oh shit.

So there you have it. *laughs* For your viewing pleasure.

And did anyone else find it hilariously ironic that Sanzo managed to win the Shojo your Mojo contest? Oh, the plot and art bunnies that are going to spawn from that. *laughs* Sanzo'll never hear the end of it, I'm sure.

Finally, since I couldn't stop myself. Stolen from macavitykitsune and s0hmam0miji:

Comment on this post and I will:

1. Tell you why I friended you.

2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.

3. Tell you something I like about you.

4. Tell you a memory I have of you.

5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.

6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.

7. In return, you must post this in your LJ. I'm noting that you don't have to if you don't want to. No one's being forced into this, after all. *laughs*

Just for grins and giggles. ^__^

Fic: soliandxypne's giftfic.

2007-08-12T05:14:18Z

I'm entirely too tired tonight to answer comments, but thank you guys for commenting on my challenge fic. <33 I decided that I'm going to scrap it and start over, so I'll be sure to check everyone's comments tomorrow.

But, I just spent the last three hours writing this! Remember those crack!fics that I was writing? And remember that the winners got giftfics? Well, this one was for soliandxypne.I hope they remember it... And I hope this makes up for my crappy fic I dumped on you guys last night. XDD

Details under the cut.

And for anybody not familiar with Loveless...you should be! *is half-kidding* The basic premise of Loveless is that there are fighters who have been trained to do so. There are pairs, with a Fighter and a Sacrifice. A Sacrifice takes the damage and directs the battle, and a Fighter casts the spells using the power of words to fight/defend/etc. Also, in Loveless, people who are still virgins have kitty ears and tails. <3 The fighters know their other half by a defining birthmark they share, and they have names that end in "-less" like "Loveless" or "Breathless"

soliandxypne...this is for you guys. <3

TITLE: Currently Untitled
AUTHOR: Eyes of Shinigami
RATING: NC-17...NOT WORKSAFE
PAIRING: 93
WARNINGS: Manslash, mansmex, potential spoilers, fluff. THIS WILL NOT MAKE SENSE IF YOU ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH LOVELESS!
SUMMARY: Goku and Sanzo are a Fighter team that decide to take their partnership to the next level. Crossover between Loveless and Saiyuki that was requested by soliandxypne as their giftfic for the crackfic challenge. I hope this is up to snuff!
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Saiyuki or Loveless. Those belong to the wonderfully talented Kazuya Minekura and Yun Kouga. I borrow for my own amusement and the amusement of others.

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“Aw, come on Sanzo! I’m hungry!” Goku whined pitifully, glancing up at his blond counterpart with wide golden eyes that wobbled in childish expectation. He tugged on Sanzo’s sleeve as his stomach growled loudly.

Sanzo’s slender, wheat-gold ears folded back in aggravation, resisting the urge to bop the brunet on the head soundly between his own pair of deep brown ones. His matching fluffy tail twitched as he spoke, as if to accentuate his words. “We just ate, idiot. You can’t be hungry already.” He jerked back when Goku’s tail tried to twine with his own, growling softly in his throat. He hated the that the brunet insisted on touching him like this in public, even if they had been partners for nearly three years. He shied away from touch as it was, but it seemed that the excitable younger man ignored it.

Goku pouted, his stomach still rumbling its protests at the blond’s refusal. “So, I need a lot of energy! Big deal. You’re so mean, Sanzo!” His words were more teasing than anything else, a sunny smile on his lips as they walked up the street. He was used to Sanzo’s behavior, so it didn’t faze him to be refused as he had been. Besides, he knew it was only a matter of time before he annoyed his partner into submission. “Anyway, I’m surprised it’s been so quiet lately…no battles or anything,” he commented, changing the subject. While they were dangerous, he hated not having any battles to fight; his excess energy needed an outlet and the fights were a perfect way to relieve it.

Sanzo silently nodded, having wondered the same thing himself. For a while, it seemed that he and Goku were getting attacked every time they rounded a corner. The reprieve should have comforted him, but instead it just made him nervous. It was almost as if there was something bigger coming. “Be thankful. I was getting sick of being attacked all the time.”

The brunet sighed loudly through his nose. “Whatever. It makes me…feel useless.” He trailed off after a moment, not sure of why he told Sanzo that in the first place. Then, a firm hand settled on his head and Goku heard the blond speak softly.

“You’re not useless. Just quit worrying about it, okay?”

Goku nodded, finding comfort in the touch. A soft purr rumbled from within his chest and he didn’t miss the smirk it produced on Sanzo’s face. He was tempted to loop his fingers with Sanzo’s when the blond pulled his hand away, but he knew the other man wouldn’t react well to it. Casual touches, sometimes, but anything like that was out of the question. Of course, that always made Goku ache inside. He knew what he wanted from his Sacrifice, but Sanzo was reluctant and would never allow it. So, Goku just accepted things as they were. It was better than nothing, right?

They walked past the usual shops that lined their street, until Goku stopped dead in front of a back alleyway. His pupils slit, and his mouth thinned to a grim line. “What is it?” Sanzo asked, recognizing that stance and immediately was at Goku’s side. Then, he felt it too, the prickling across his skin like a thousand marching insects in single file.

“They’re strong, Sanzo. Stronger than we’ve faced so far.” Goku’s voice was even, business-like in its severity. Only when a fight was looming did the normally happy-go-lucky teenager become so serious. His fists clenched hard at his side before turning to look at his companion.

Sanzo almost asked if they could avoid them, but he knew enemies as strong as those would only seek them out. Explaining another accident in their apartment to the landlady would be hell, so he figured it best to wait until they came to them. “How far away are they?”

Goku’s keen eyes scanned the area, once again narrowing down the alleyway and maneuvering his body so that it was in front of Sanzo’s. “They’re close. There!” Just then, two figures appeared in the formerly abandoned alleyway.

“Well, well, well…fancy meetin’ you two here. Didn’t expect to find such infamous fighters ’round here,” the shorter of the men drawled in an unrecognizable accent, running a hand through his silver-hair as his eyes shone with dark intentions. “Pleased to meet you, good sirs.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Sanzo growled, inching closer to Goku out of habit. He could feel the tenseness radiating off his partner, creating a strange mix with the raw power he felt rolling off the other two.

The silver-haired man looked appalled at his behavior. “My, so rude! I suppose no one took the time to teach you any manners, did they, young’un? Mercy, Gat! What ever will we do?” The tall, dark-skinned man, Gat presumably, said nothing in reply. But, that didn’t seem to faze the man in the slightest. “And here I was thinkin’ we could be dignified about this. I suppose not then. My name is Hazel Grosse, and I challenge you gentleman to a battle.”

Goku and Sanzo looked at each other, both of them nodding resolutely before turning back to their opponents. “We accept,” Goku replied, closing his eyes as the landscape melted behind them into the time-warp they found themselves in when they battled. “We are ‘Thoughtless’, those who do not hesitate to destroy our enemies with a single thought.” His eyes slid open then, alight with the impending fight.

The blond couldn’t help the shudder of excitement that rippled through him when he saw his Fighter unit like this. Sanzo could deny the feelings he felt for Goku until he was blue in the face, but seeing the brunet like this made his blood burn in his veins. He pressed his palm to his partner’s forehead, their matching birthmarks glowing with power. It often seemed like Goku become a whole other being when they fought. “Goku…do what it takes.”

Hazel only smirked, exposing his shoulder where his own mark burned into his skin. “And we are ‘Heartless’, those who attack without mercy.” He pointed in their direction, turning to his partner. “Gat…you know what to do.”

Sanzo very nearly laughed, since it seemed that the hulking giant had yet to say a word, but it was lost when Gat’s booming voice could be heard in the void swirling around them. “Darkness that surrounds our enemy, dulling their senses and hiding the light.” He waved a massive arm, and the two found themselves cloaked in darkness.

But, Goku was ready with a counterattack just as quickly. “Bring forth the light, piercing the dark and ripping it to shreds.” Beams of light shot through the shroud of black, the sound of cloth ripping echoing through the air. “Transform to lightning, sending shock waves that paralyze.”

Hazel frowned as the liquid heat penetrated his body with a hiss of pain; he didn’t expect the runt to be so effective. He’d been watching the two of them for days now, and the boy had always seemed to be too stupid to form a coherent sentence, much less use words effectively as spells. “Gat! Bind them!”

Gat nodded. “Chains of steel constrict and bind, to force them into submission,” he called out with a surprisingly elegant wave of his arm.

Sanzo found a tight collar wrapped around his neck, forcing a heaving breath out of him as he looked up at his partner. Goku’s wrists were bound behind his back in a painful looking position, but the brunet didn’t look fazed. He knew that his Fighter was focused and wouldn’t show any emotion on his face. “Chains of steel become brittle over time. Break, and shards fly to desecrate the tender flesh of a beating heart.” The steel broke, the pieces barreling into Hazel and forcing the man to his knees. Blood poured from the wound on his shoulder as a similar collar was clasped around his neck. Gat’s wrists were bound similarly to how Goku’s had been, causing him to grunt in pain.

“Perhaps I was underestimatin’ you, Mister. I certainly won’t be doin’ that again. Gat! Give it all you got!” The man nodded, closing his eyes and folding his hands.

“Darkness rises from the depths, suffocating everything. It suffocates and rips the breath away.” Another wave, and Sanzo felt blood sliding down his chest and soaking his shirt. A tighter collar appeared, bringing him to his knees as well. The pain was overwhelming; that hit had been damaging.

Goku turned, looking concerned for his partner. “Sanzo! Are you all right?” His gaze roamed over the form of his Sacrifice, missing that Gat was speaking again.

“Don’t stop concentrating, you idiot monkey! Turn around!” Sanzo’s voice forced him to snap around just in time, before he called out his counter spell.

“Evade. Let this body feel the blow. Petals on the wind act like razors, spilling blood to feed the cherry blossoms,” Goku ground out, hitting the ground with a painful thud and feeling blood welling within his mouth. The constraints on his wrists tightened to where he could feel his bones shifting. He’d been careless and Sanzo was going be pissed. “The blood will pool, drowning and staining skin a deep crimson.” It hurt to speak, but he had to.

Sanzo’s heart clenched when he heard Goku’s pained attempts, the attacks weakening as his Fighter took the damage for him. Why? Why did that idiot have to do that for him? He couldn’t let the monkey be so stupid. Forcing himself up and moving swiftly to his partner, he yanked the brunet to his feet while the other two were temporarily distracted. “Goku, I swear, if you lose I’ll kill you myself. You can’t lose!” Perhaps it wasn’t what he had intended to say, but that was lost in the bruising kiss he pressed to Goku‘s mouth. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he felt he had to.

Goku, after a moment of shock, responded eagerly to the kiss he was being offered. Sanzo had never done anything of the sort, but it was enough to get him to regain his focus. He would protect his Sacrifice, and would beat his enemy. When they parted, his eyes were glowing with determination. “I won’t.”

The two stood, and Hazel flinched at the deadly look on the other Fighter’s face. “Gat! Now!”

Before Gat could speak, Goku held out his hand and the spell left his lips without a moment’s hesitation. “Shards of light overpower the darkness. Chaos burns like a flame and spreads like wildfire, destroying everything.” The hit was devastating.

Hazel hit the ground once more, grasping for breath as his body was bound tightly in tendrils of power that burned like liquid fire across his skin. He’d never felt anything so painful in his life. Gat flinched, but could only stare helplessly as his Sacrifice was damaged.

Sanzo folded his arms across his chest, the collar disappearing as their enemies. “Goku…one more time.” He didn’t care if he killed their opponents, since this man had been so adamant about destroying his Fighter. He couldn’t have that.

“Fire burns, sapping life from everything it touches,” Goku growled, watching with morbid delight as the man screamed out in pain. He wouldn’t kill unless Sanzo ordered him to, though he doubted the man would unless he had to. So much for them being stronger than them, he thought with a snort. “Sanzo?”

The blond smirked, looking down at the silver-haired man writhing in pain. “Do you forfeit? Or should I have my Fighter destroy you for your impertinence? We are ‘Thoughless’, and we have yet to be defeated.” He showed him the kanji on his palm, matching the one that glowed beneath Goku’s brunet bangs.

Hazel glowered, but lowered his head in defeat. There was no way he was going to win against them. “I’ll be back, you know. I’ll win next time,” he whispered harshly, unable to look Sanzo in the face.

Sanzo snorted derisively, the dark void around them returning back to the cityscape that had been there before. “Whatever. Then we’ll just kick your ass again, right?” He turned to his partner, finding Goku with a wide smile on his face as he hopped around excited. The mark they shared disappeared, as it always did when they finished a battle.

“Yep!” Goku stuck his tongue out childishly, not even giving the other fighters a backwards glance as he and Sanzo headed back down the street as if nothing had happened. This time, when he looped his fingers with Sanzo’s, the man didn’t pull away.

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Evening had fallen by the time they reached their small apartment, but they didn’t seem to mind. The two of them went about their usual routine, but Goku felt something else going on. While he was taking his shower, his head was buzzing with memories from the fight. Sanzo had kissed him, but what did it mean? His body shuddered pleasantly at the memory of the blond’s lips on his own, his tongue tracing along his bottom lip as though he could taste the other man again. He’d heard that Fighters and Sacrifices grew stronger when they shared each other’s bed, but he doubted that’s what it meant. Sanzo had made it clear that he wasn’t interested like that, but…Goku couldn’t forget the brief touch of lips. Mustering his courage, he decided that he’d ask Sanzo about it, no matter what the outcome was.

What he didn’t know was that Sanzo was having a very similar dilemma as he tried to read his book. The words fuzzed together and his tail twitched in annoyance at the warring feelings in his gut. The kiss had been hot, intense, and everything that Sanzo had been avoiding. He wasn’t the type for physical comfort from anyone, much less Goku. The boy had been making him question himself since they had met years ago, even more so when they realized that they were bound by their name. He didn’t deny the unspoken connection he had with the brunet; he just didn’t know if he wanted to put that sort of title to it.

But, at the same time, he knew he trusted Goku. He trusted the boy with his very life, and he knew that Goku felt the same way. Logically, he couldn’t see a problem with it. However, logic and his demeanor didn’t often go hand-in-hand.

“Sanzo? What’s wrong? You look like someone just told you that the landlady turned out to be your long lost sister,” Goku joked, though his voice shook slightly. He toweled off his hair as he sat down next to Sanzo, clad only in a clean pair of jeans.

The blond couldn’t help but snort at that, the corner of his lip tugging up in a smirk. “Nothing that dramatic, monkey.” Silence welled and hung between them, avoiding the inevitable. “Goku…what do you think of me? Honestly.”

Goku’s eyes widened slightly, but he seriously pondered the question. Taking a deep breath, he figured that it was no or never. “Well…you’re my Sacrifice. I protect you, and I’d do anything for you. We were bound before I knew you, and I probably couldn’t live without you. I love you, in every scope of the word.” There. He said it, taking another deep breath to steady himself for the rejection he was sure to follow.

Sanzo’s mind reeled. Could it really be that simple? Of course it could, since this was Goku logic he was up against. If three years with his partner had taught him anything, it was that he wasn’t able to stand up to such blatant stupidity. He was lost before it started. “You know…I feel the same way,” he mumbled reluctantly under his breath, unsure of whether or not Goku had heard him. His cheeks burned and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to repeat the words again any time soon.

But then, a gentle hand cupped his cheek and tipped his face upward to meet soft golden eyes that smiled down at him. “I’m glad…we were meant to be together, Sanzo. Always.” Goku leaned down, daring to press a kiss to Sanzo’s mouth that was chaste and sweet.

However, the blond would have none of that nonsense, threading his fingers through soft brown hair and pulling the brunet closer. Sanzo slid his tongue between Goku’s lips, effectively coaxing the other muscle to slide wetly against his own. Heat pounded in his body, much like the way it had when he’d kissed Goku during the battle. It thrummed in his veins as the blood rushed away from his head and pooled in his groin. Sure, he’d had sexual thoughts about Goku before, but this was unlike anything he could have fantasized about.

Goku, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. He shifted his body so that he was in Sanzo’s lap, pressing his hips into the blond’s and bringing them closer. Desire buzzed behind his eyelids and sent his mind reeling as he tugged Sanzo‘s shirt off and threw it aside. This wasn’t what he thought kissing Sanzo would be like, it was ten times better. A purr began in the back of his throat, melding into the soft moan that escaped him when Sanzo pulled back. “Why’d you stop?” he asked breathlessly, trying to glare at his partner.

At first, Sanzo didn’t answer. Instead, he took the moment to study Goku. The other man looked utterly delicious flushed like that, rivulets of water from his still-damp hair trailing down his tanned chest. As wonderful as the sight was, he knew that if he let this continue it would change everything. Seeing Goku fight for him, and knowing that Goku would have to watch him take damage was enough to make him pause. Was it worth the pain?

“I’m strong, Sanzo. You just have to trust me.” Ah, that was what he needed to hear, even if he would never admit it aloud.

“I know.” No more words were spoken, the two leaning in once more. The kisses they exchanged were heated, even as fevered hands began to explore one another. Their hips bumped again, and Sanzo was suddenly alerted to how aroused his partner was when he felt Goku’s burgeoning erection bump against his own. His eyes narrowed, unsure how to react to the realization.

Goku’s hips stilled and he looked at Sanzo with eyes that held love and understanding in them, and a bit of fear lurking beneath the surface. “I’m sorry…Sanzo. We don’t have to…I mean…it’s okay…”

An amused snort escaped from the blond at Goku’s stumbling. How could he stand up to such idiocy, really? It was endearing. Their ears marked their lack of sexual prowess, but he knew either of them were stupid. And, it felt right. “What makes you think I don’t want this, hmm? Did I say that? Stop putting words into my mouth, idiot.”

Only Sanzo could make an insult sound like a sweet nothing. A shudder rippled up his spine in response, getting off of Sanzo’s lap and tugging him in the direction of the bedroom they had shared. They had slept in the same bed since they moved into the apartment, since the small place only had one room. Of course, they’d stayed on separate sides of the bed. Now, it seemed, that wasn’t going to be a problem anymore.

Using his superior strength, Goku gently shoved Sanzo to the bed before clamoring atop the other male once more. He began to kiss along Sanzo’s neck, earning muffled groans from the blond beneath him.

“Who said you could be on top, monkey?” Sanzo asked grumpily, his pride not able to accept the idea of being on the bottom. At least, until Goku stared up at him with eyes that glittered with the same determination he had in battle. The blond moaned as heat shot through his body under that gaze. He thought he saw golden eyes go slit for a second, but he decided it was best not press the issue. Besides, there would always be next time. “Fine. Do what you want.”

“Oh, I will.” Goku laughed as Sanzo balked at the blatant innuendo, but he soothed the blond when he pressed his mouth to a coppery nipple. He rolled the hardening bud beneath his tongue and between his teeth, wringing more sounds out of the other man that was trying not to squirm beneath him. Another soft purr rumbled in his chest, one hand bracing himself as the other slid purposefully down Sanzo’s trim abdomen. He traced a line with his tongue to Sanzo’s other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other while he fought with the button on his soon-to-be lover’s jeans.

Sanzo, always impatient, pushed Goku off with a growl and did it himself before laying back. He stared at the brunet with an expectant look. The monkey had to do something before he lost his nerve and called the whole thing off. But, Goku didn’t disappoint, continuing to toy with his nipple as his hand slid into Sanzo’s pants. A pleased hiss escaped the blond as Goku’s nimble fingers found his arousal, fingering the slit before wrapping around his length and beginning to stroke.

Goku’s mind was spinning wildly, feeling the soft skin of Sanzo’s cock pulsing in his hand as he flicked his wrist. It made his own throb in response, eager to continue further. He tried to remember the information he’d read in that book he kept stashed in the bottom of their closet, grateful that Sanzo had never come across it. He looked up at Sanzo for permission, moving to pull the blond’s pants off. Wide-eyed, he stared down at Sanzo for a good long minute, until the blond’s rough voice broke his trance.

“What the hell are you staring at?”

His face broke into a grin, leaning down and pressing a kiss right below Sanzo’s navel. “Never mind. Give me a second.” He leaned over the other man to dig around in his nightstand beside the bed, looking for the lubricant he’d hidden in there. He couldn’t remember what had possessed him to buy it, but he was very thankful that he did. Though, once he retrieved it, he nearly dropped when he felt an unexpected tongue against the sensitive skin of his chest. Sanzo was willingly touching him and that knowledge was enough to make his mind go blank. He nearly forgot what he was doing, until he felt Sanzo’s teeth graze his nipple impatiently.

“I don’t even want to know where you got that,” Sanzo commented in a husky whisper, his tone lacking its usual bite. Goku had to admit that he painted a beautiful picture, spread out and aroused before him. He felt his cock twitch in response, knowing that he had to get moving now before he exploded.

“Then I won’t tell you.” Goku snapped open the lid and poured a generous amount on his fingers, leaning down and positioning himself between Sanzo’s legs. Experimentally, he slowly eased a finger inside the blond, glancing up for any sign that he was hurting his partner. “Sanzo? You okay?”

Sanzo grit his teeth against the intrusion, unsure of whether it felt good or it hurt. That was probably to be expected. “Fine. Just get on with it, you stupid-ah!” Whatever he’d been planning to say was lost when Goku’s mouth descended upon him, feeling soft lips and a novice tongue exploring his erection in a way that it had never been explored before. Goku was no expert, but it wasn’t like Sanzo had anything to compare it too. He felt fingers wrap securely around his base, as Goku’s tongue trailed along the underside of his shaft. Coupled with the feeling of Goku’s fingers scissoring inside of him as he thrust in and out, Sanzo’s head was spinning.

Goku was having an equally tough time keeping himself steady. Sanzo’s scent all around him and the taste in his mouth was enough to send his senses into overdrive. He moaned as Sanzo’s cock pulsed against his tongue and he slid the third finger into his lover effortlessly. Sanzo’s body was opening under his touch, remembering the importance the book stressed on stretching and preparing. Besides, it wasn’t often that he got to see his partner so vulnerable and open, if it all. Even if Sanzo never let him do this again, it was an image that would be burned in the back of his mind forever. “Sanzo? Are you ready?”

It took Sanzo a minute to realize that Goku was speaking to him, nodding once before laying back against the pillows so he could watch. He was treated to Goku slowly divesting himself of his jeans, his body responding to the sight of Goku aroused and flushed before him. His partner’s eyes were still eerily alight which only served to turn him on further. He could definitely get used to seeing the brunet like this. “Well? We don’t have all night,” Sanzo groused, though the smirk on his lips belied his words as he watched Goku slather lubricant along his own cock. His body shuddered in delight.

Goku swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, moving back to settle himself between Sanzo’s thighs before guiding the head of his erection against Sanzo’s entrance. With a slow, albeit bumbling, thrust, he managed to slid inside the other man inch by inch until he was fully seated inside Sanzo. His mind spun with the sensation, but he wouldn’t do anything until Sanzo was ready. “Sanzo? Are you still okay?”

Sanzo hissed, his body overwhelmed by the sensation. It hurt, but it was a good kind of pain. He took a couple of deep breaths, until the need to move overrode any lingering stabs of pain. He bucked his hips up, clenching his teeth against the dual sensation that rippled through his lower body. “Move, damnit!”

The brunet didn’t have to be told twice, beginning a slow and steady rhythm that drew the pleasure out for both of them. A moan escaped him as his hips moved faster when he grew more confident and sure. It helped that choked gasps and muffled moans were escaping from Sanzo, knowing that the man’s pride wouldn’t let him articulate them too loudly. It was enough, though, especially with Sanzo’s cock throbbing between them. He pumped his hips harder, faster, as one hand snaked between them to take Sanzo into his hand. He began to stroke the blond again, loving the feeling of Sanzo’s arousal pulsing in his hand. Goku pressed delicate kisses against Sanzo’s neck, his jawline, his forehead, until finally he pressed their lips together in a searing kiss. The angle was awkward, but they managed it as he steadily pounded the blond into the mattress.

Time was lost between the two as they continued, until all the pressure that had been building in Goku’s groin exploded, spilling his seed deep inside Sanzo’s body. He growled, his hand tightening as he fisted Sanzo’s cock harder until he felt the blond’s body tense beneath him.

“Fuck, Goku!” Sanzo screamed hoarsely, his body shuddering and shaking in the intensity of his orgasm. He felt his cum dot his stomach as it slipped through Goku’s fingers, but it didn’t warrant very much thinking about. Goku’s groan as his muscles clenched around him was enough to make him feel utterly justified. He knew he was probably going to be sore as hell in the morning, but it had been worth it. Sanzo nudged his partner not so gently when he collapsed on him. “Get up. I’m uncomfortable and you’re not sleeping on me like that.”

Finally, Goku slid out of Sanzo’s body wetly, leaning down to clean Sanzo’s chest as after he licked his fingers clean. The blond rolled his eyes and bopped the brunet on the head. “Idiot,” he whispered, opening his arms and allowing the brunet to cuddle to him. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

“Sanzo?” Goku asked quietly, pressing his head beneath Sanzo’s chin and wrapping his arm around his chest. Their legs twined comfortably, and the brunet yawned as he began to drift off to sleep. “I love you.”

“Mmm. I know.” And I love you too.

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