Title: Febbre Alta (Part 10 of Barely Breathing)
Disclaimer: I have absolutely no rights whatsoever. For 10th anniversary daydreaming purposes only. Heh.
Summary: A late Valentine's gift for Sanzo/Gojyo lovers. FLUFFfest. XD
A/N: Um, yeah. It means "High Fever". Febbre alta describes both the crackling electricity between the kappa and the priest, and also my state of mind while writing this collection of silly fluffy 353. XD. I can really only take credit for the last one. The others came out of nowhere, and have no point at all. LOL
Dedicated to Daxzia, for her unbelievable generosity. I hope you know you've made this deranged 353 dreamer ecstatically happy. As deliriously happy as Gojyo and Sanzo are whenever they're in each other's arms. Heh. Thank you so much!
I. Febbre Alta
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
"Move, kappa. NOW."
Gnashing of teeth.
"I swear, if I have to tell you twice—"
Grunt. Extra-loud snoring.
"Dammit, Gojyo! Let go!"
"Frhvnssakes… How many times do you have to pee, anyway?" Gojyo mumbled, voice rough from sleep. The kappa was pillowed on Sanzo's chest, arms wrapped securely around the monk. He reluctantly allowed Sanzo to escape from his embrace and rolled away with a disgusted yawn.
"'Ch." Sanzo snorted, scrambling out of bed. "You wouldn't have to be disturbed every time if you quit using me as your teddy bear…"
"But you're cuddly and warm…" Gojyo grinned, eyes closed.
"Besides," Gojyo called to the blond's retreating back, "I happen to distinctly remember a certain ice-cold monk ordering me a few hours ago to be his blanket…"
Sanzo snarled and slammed the bathroom door shut.
… When he returned, he found the kappa had gone back to sleep, on his side, facing away from him, long limbs sprawled wantonly on Sanzo's bed. The blond got back into bed, turned out the light, and moved close to the lean, tan body.
"Move, kappa," he ordered gruffly, a white hand pressing insistently down on a hard bronze shoulder.
Gojyo turned over on his back sleepily, and waited while the monk made himself comfortable, nestling the golden head beneath his chin and wrapping alabaster arms around him. The kappa pulled the covers up, planted a soft kiss on Sanzo's forehead, and couldn't resist teasing.
"Hn," Gojyo drawled silkily, as the tanned arms came up to circle around Sanzo and hold him close, "so I'm to be a pillow this time, am I?"
"Urusei," Sanzo growled. "Baka…"
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