Title: Febbre Alta (Part 10 of Barely
Breathing)
Author: Befanini
Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/~befanini
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
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V.
Shhh…
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Another town,
another inn.
He lay on his
side, trying to drown out the noises his traveling companions were making as
they played a rowdy game of cards. They'd asked him to join them, and the
monkey had even begged; but he had declined, preferring instead to lose himself
in the book he'd purchased earlier from the merchant in the market. Being on
the road, he was usually obliged to content himself with whatever newspaper he
could get hold of, it was a rare thing to happen upon a book merchant during
their travels.
So whenever he
got hold of a really good book, it was a rare pleasure and one he intended to
enjoy word by word. And woe to the poor monkey, kappa, demonslayer or dragon
who disturbed him.
And so tonight
found the three in one corner of the room: Hakkai and Goku seated on either end
of the bed, with Gojyo sprawled cross-legged on the floor; while he, Sanzo,
lost himself in the world of science fiction. Such was his absorption that the
inevitable bickering of the kappa and the monkey and the expected soothing
peacemaking of the healer even failed to irritate him. Sanzo was reading, and
he was in heaven.
The night grew
late. Sanzo continued turning page after page. Hakkai proposed the last hand. A
drowsy Goku agreed, yawning, even though he was on a losing streak. Gojyo
shrugged in agreement and shuffled the cards.
The last game
ended. Goku won it, at long last. The others muttered good-nights as they left
for their room. Sanzo grunted a reply as he crushed out his smoke
absentmindedly. The monk continued reading.
Gojyo returned
from using the bathroom, stretching lazily as he closed the door. He didn't
bother to straighten out his bed which was all rumpled and messed up from the
other two sitting on it. Instead, he lit a smoke and slouched down against the
wall beside the door. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, dragging now
and then on his Hi-Lite while the noises from the room next door went on, as
Hakkai and Goku got ready for bed.
Silence fell,
broken occasionally by the soft sound of another page being turned. In a little
while the sound of Goku's snores could be heard. Gojyo crushed out his
cigarette and waited another five minutes. And then he stood up and stretched
again, like a great wildcat. He quietly turned the lock on the door and
switched the light off.
The pale
figure occupying the other bed in the room made no protest as the room went
dark. He calmly marked his place in the book he had been devouring so avidly
for the past hours, and set it aside together with his reading glasses. He
leaned back and made himself comfortable on the pillows, crossing his arms
behind his head as he watched Gojyo walk with lazy grace across the room.
Gojyo held
Sanzo's eyes as he closed the distance between them, discarding his clothes
along the way. Purple eyes gleamed in the gloom as they raked over each expanse
of smooth muscled bronze flesh.
When Gojyo
reached Sanzo's bed, Sanzo threw off the covers and wordlessly opened his arms
to Gojyo. Gojyo went into his embrace with a low groan, which Sanzo swiftly
silenced by pulling his head down and greedily fusing their mouths together.
They kissed
wildly, tongues delving deep, licking, stroking, suckling, lips slanting wetly,
harsh breaths combining as they tried to sate the fierce, savagely sweet ache
for each other that never went away. Hands buried themselves in blond and red
as hungry lips pressed blind, fervent kisses on each other's face and whatever
part they could reach.
When the first
frantic, intense wave of need was partially satisfied with a few more deep, wet
kisses, they buried their faces in each other's shoulders as they gasped and
willed their racing hearts to calm down.
They were just
getting started, after all.
With another
brief, moist kiss, Gojyo pulled Sanzo up to tug off his black top. The jeans
and boxers would have followed thereafter if they had not given in to the
yearning to feel bare skin pressed to bare skin. Gojyo's head lolled to the
side as Sanzo broke their liplock to fasten his mouth on the bronze column of
his throat. After leaving his mark there, the monk moved down to his bare
chest.
Gojyo bit his
lip to suppress his moans as Sanzo explored his torso with silken lips and
slick velvet tongue… and soft golden hair caressing his skin like a whisper.
Gojyo whimpered with the need to release the low growls of pleasure rumbling
deep in his throat as the monk touched and tasted and teased his flesh with the
familiarity and expertise known only to lovers. He could not help himself from
huskily breathing out the other's name.
"Sanzo…"
Before Sanzo
could move lower, Gojyo pushed him back down to the bed and stripped the rest
of his clothing off in one smooth, practiced movement. And then it was Gojyo's
turn to explore, delighting in the blond's quiet gasps and the writhing of his
beautiful lover's body as he worshipped Sanzo with knowing hands and tender
lips.
"Gojyo…"
Sanzo moaned deeply, and the kappa quickly moved back up to claim his mouth
again to silence him. Sanzo clutched at him and kissed him desperately, and the
blond's tortured moans filled his ears. "Gojyo…"
"Shh,
Sanzo…" Gojyo murmured, cradling that flawless face in his hands. "Shh…"
he whispered, pressing his lips against Sanzo's.
"Now,
baby… I need you now…" Sanzo growled, enfolding him in a crushing
embrace; and he had to bury his face in the other's throat as a hoarse groan
escaped him. "Sanzo… Sanzo…"
It was an
exquisite torment, making love silently, reduced to harsh gasps and muted
panting breaths. It was delicious agony, clasping each other tight, slick skin
sliding over slippery skin as they moved excruciatingly slowly, trying to keep
the damn bed from creaking. It was sheer, aching bliss swallowing each other's
desperate cries of pleasure.
"Sanzo…"
Gojyo moaned. Sanzo clasped his head and dragged it down.
"Gojyo…"
Sanzo groaned. Gojyo covered his lips with his own.
It was ecstasy
to gasp their release into each other's mouth as they shuddered and strained
against each other. If it were only possible to climb into each other's skins,
they would have done it.
Their bodies
stopped moving, although they stayed entwined. Only their chests heaved against
each other, hearts slamming as they fought for breath. Their heads turned of
one accord, and they gave each other brief, moist kisses. Gojyo's arms cradled
Sanzo's head and Sanzo's arms were locked around Gojyo.
"Gojyo…"
Sanzo breathed hoarsely, the pale hands withdrawing from around his back to
frame his face in their trembling depths. Long fingers caressed his features
tenderly, their touch warm and authoritative and possessive.
Gojyo groaned,
and leaned to rain passionate kisses down on that beautiful, perfect face. "Shhh…
I know, Sanzo. I know, baby," he whispered huskily. "I love you too."
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XxXxX
"Love is the silent saying and saying of a single name."
Mignon McLaughlin
XxXxX
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-owari-
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Japanese mini-glossary:
Kappa: water
demon
Baka:
moron/idiot/stupid
Urusei: shut
up
Bouzu: monk
Tenkai: Heaven
Erogappa:
horny water demon
Bakazaru:
stupid monkey
Hai: yes
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