Title: The Angel In The Marble (Part 8 of the Barely Breathing thread) Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I have absolutely no rights whatsoever. For deviant daydreaming purposes only. XD
Rating: M for language and adult situations.
Summary: Sanzo/Gojyo: an Angel from the Underworld and a Devil from Paradise… (Hmm… Which is which?) Shounen-ai, yaoi, WAFF
Warning! Rated SxGxS. (At last! At last! My muses are back… XD… Grazie, Darkness… LOL)
Rated "#$&! fangirl Japanese!" for – yep – "#$&! fangirl Japanese". Heh.
A few days ago…
Goku rolls his eyes. "You're SO pathetic…" he mutters, shooting the kappa a disgusted look.
"Bakazaru! Look who's talking.."
It is 10am, and the ikkou are scheduled to hit the road after lunch. They are seated at the table. Hakkai studies the map, absentmindedly scratching Hakuryu under the chin while he sips his tea. Sanzo is smoking, engrossed in the newspaper. Goku is busy stuffing his face with a hefty "mid-morning, pre-lunch snack". Gojyo has his elbows propped on the table, his chin in his cupped palms, as he stares intently across at Sanzo with a goofy, woebegone expression, his jaw slack, his eyes glazed.
Goku waves a dumpling temptingly in front of Gojyo's face. The kappa swats it away crossly, glaring daggers at Goku before he turns back to face Sanzo and resumes staring hungrily, letting out a desperate, suffering sigh.
Goku makes a face. "Gross…" He shakes his head pityingly.
"Bug off. Stuff your face, why dontcha…"
"'Ch." Sanzo gives a warning snort, rustling his papers irritably. He crushes out his smoke and reaches over for another cigarette.
He taps out a stick.
Gojyo watches avidly.
He brings the cigarette to his lips.
Gojyo sighs and shudders shamelessly.
Sanzo lights up.
Gojyo groans long and loud.
"Oh for Tenkai's sakes!" Hakkai bursts out impatiently, setting down his cup sharply. "Enough already!"
Gojyo drunkenly turns his head with a dazed, inquiring look.
"I wanted to map out our route some more, but you win. Let's get the supplies and your stinking cigarettes and get it over with." Hakkai stands up, retrieves the gold card from a distracted Sanzo and heads for the door. He stops. "Well? Get a move on!" he urges Goku and Gojyo.
Goku hastily stuffs the rest of the dumplings in his mouth and gets up obediently. But the kappa only sags lower in his chair.
"Well c'mon then stupid erogappa! You want your Hi-Lites, don't you!" Goku frowns, kicking Gojyo's chair impatiently.
Gojyo wilts weakly, his limbs going loose like noodles, his head dropping down to the table with a dull thump. "I… I can't move… I… need a hit… to jump-start… my system…" he gasps, clawing longingly at the cigarette smoke wafting tantalizingly in front of him.
"I'll GIVE you a HIT, stupid cockroach!"
Hakkai restrains Goku. "Gojyo! Stop fooling around! Let's go get the supplies already!"
Gojyo waves a limp hand. "I… I could move, maybe… if… if Sanzo-sama would be so kind… as to lend me… a cigarette…" The kappa walks hopeful fingers over to Sanzo's pack on the table.
Gojyo withdraws his hand back sharply, wincing. "Maybe… one puff, then?" He peers pleadingly up at the wall of newsprint held forbiddingly in front of Sanzo.
"In your wildest dreams…" Sanzo drawls.
"Oh, it's a cruel, cruel world… Oh, I'm dying… Save me…"
"Oh, FIDDLESTICKS!" Hakkai snaps, fed up with his best friend's melodramatics. "Let's go, Goku."
"ARE?" Goku wails. "You're gonna let him weasel out of the shopping—"
"Forget about him! We need to hurry up if we're going to make it back in time for lunch…" Hakkai persuades the monkey artfully.
"OI!" Gojyo manages to call out. "Don't forget my Hi-Lites…" he implores feebly.
BANG! Goku slams the door in reply. Sanzo jerks, startled. He snaps the paper shut and glares at Gojyo. Gojyo, who is now grinning wickedly at him. He feels Gojyo's bare foot start stroking up his leg.
"Kappa…" Sanzo growls, frowning.
"Nani?" Gojyo bats his eyelashes innocently. "I got rid of them, didn't I?"
Sanzo rolls his eyes, shaking his head disgustedly. "And I bet you have plenty of your precious Hi-Lites," the monk mocks, shrugging away from the naughty foot.
Gojyo grins wider, and waggles his eyebrows. He pulls out a half-empty, crushed pack and tosses it triumphantly onto the table.
"Baka…" Sanzo sniffs, then turns his attention back to the newspaper.
"Oh no you don't…" Gojyo drawls softly, standing up and moving swiftly over to Sanzo's side. "We have the whole place to ourselves, for at least an hour…" he purrs, calmly grasping Sanzo's chair and pulling it aside to make enough room for him to straddle the now-flushed priest. He tosses Sanzo's newspaper aside carelessly, as he wriggles a seat for himself on Sanzo's lap. Tanned arms come up and lock around Sanzo's shoulders.
"I wasn't done reading, kappa," Sanzo murmurs, a golden eyebrow levitating mockingly.
"You read too much," Gojyo breathes back, his lips hovering teasingly over Sanzo's mouth.
"You're goddamn insatiable. We just screwed three hours ago." Sanzo's arms finally come up to lock around Gojyo's waist as well, his heartbeat accelerating to match the kappa's heart thundering against his chest.
Gojyo grins. "That was just an appetizer. Besides, you wound me," he pouts. "I thought we'd agreed on this… we make love…" he croons, nibbling lightly on Sanzo's lips, deliberately keeping his head back.
Sanzo growls, a hand shooting up to tangle fiercely in silky crimson hair. "Shut up and kiss me, baka!"
Gojyo chuckles triumphantly.
A while later…
Gojyo sprawls down on top of Sanzo, both of them breathing harshly, their bodies slick and satiated. They managed to make it to their room and to Gojyo's bed, which now bears tousled evidence of their heated, furious passion.
After a while, Gojyo gives Sanzo a quick kiss before he heaves himself up and prepares to shift away to his accustomed place pillowed on Sanzo's shoulder.
"Iie," Sanzo rumbles beneath him, alabaster arms locking around Gojyo. "Stay. I like you just where you are…" he murmurs huskily.
Gojyo shudders, but forces himself to say, "But aren't I too heavy—"
"But you always complain that you can't breathe—"
"Urusei, dammit!" Sanzo snarls, even as he tightens his hold firmly and crushes the kappa possessively to his chest.
"Angel!" Gojyo groans, and proceeds to rain madly adoring kisses down on Sanzo's face.
Sanzo lazily runs his hands up and down Gojyo's back as he drowns in his lover's lusty, worshipful kisses. "Baby…" he moans throatily, shuddering, as he is flooded with overwhelming, intense feelings for the naughty, provoking, sinfully sexy kappa. "I love you so…" he groans, threading his fingers through Gojyo's hair.
The kappa cocks a teasing eyebrow. "Well that's a first," he murmurs in a low voice. Gojyo grins, staring down at the beautiful man in his arms with delighted, joyful eyes. "You're not getting mushy on me, are you blondie?"
The hands caressing his scalp freeze in their motions, and tug at his hair sharply as Sanzo glares with a pissed scowl. "Fuck you, asshole," Sanzo snaps.
"Aw, now baby's mad…" Gojyo chuckles, tenderly nipping at the tip of Sanzo's nose.
"Kappa…" Sanzo sighs, his hands dropping back down to resume tracing lazy circles on Gojyo's back. "Piss me off some more and I'll tell Hakkai to take the long route to the next town…"
"IIE!" Gojyo cries in mock horror, shaking his head fiercely. "You want me to die? You want me to wither away? You want me to languish from want of you…"
Sanzo rolls his eyes. "Shut the fuck up," he orders, grinning against Gojyo's mouth. "You maddening fool…" he rasps tenderly, before capturing his lover's mouth in a deep, lingering kiss.
Gojyo sighs happily, and buries his face in Sanzo's throat with a shudder. "Aishiteru, tenshi…" he breathes huskily.
"'Ch… And I you, my seraphim… though Tenkai knows you don't deserve it."
"Seraphim?" Gojyo lifts his head up inquiringly.
"Aa," Sanzo drawls lazily, meeting and holding the kappa's questioning gaze.
"That means angel, right?" Gojyo demands intensely.
"If you like…" Sanzo replies enigmatically.
"Dammit, tell me!" Gojyo frames Sanzo's face with insistent hands.
"Hmm… Nope, I don't think so," Sanzo says with a secretive, merry grin, thoroughly enjoying his lover's frustration and mystified curiosity. He finally pushes Gojyo back and reaches for his clothes.
"Damn you, bouzu! Tell me!" Gojyo says heatedly, letting Sanzo go reluctantly.
"No, I think I'll let you stew for a while… getting mushy, indeed…" Sanzo drawls mockingly, standing up to pull on his jeans.
Gojyo grabs hold of Sanzo from behind and nuzzles his nape. "Tell me, baby," he begs huskily.
"Yamero, baka!" Sanzo hisses fiercely. "It's nearly noon, those two are going to walk in here any minute!" He shrugs free from Gojyo's embrace and dresses hastily.
Gojyo pouts, then starts dressing too, muttering to himself distractedly. "Seraphim… seraphim… I'm almost sure it means 'angel' of some sort…"
"'Ch. I think maybe your brain is rusty from lack of use, kappa," Sanzo informs him, as he straightens the sutra on his shoulders. "It would do you good to exercise it more."
Gojyo doesn't rise to the bait, though. Instead, he lights a smoke absentmindedly from the pack he's supposed to have run out of. "Just tell me it's not some kind of cutesy, sissy kind of angel like a cupid or something," he begs, leaning back against the headboard.
"'Ch." Sanzo grabs his face and presses a swift, hard kiss on his lips, before he exits the room to go back to his discarded newspaper. "Wouldn't you like to know…" he taunts back over his shoulder.
"But I DO want to know, you goddamn monk!"
"Stupid kappa," Sanzo fires back. "You better hide your Hi-Lites quick, I think I hear the bakazaru just around the corner…"
Gojyo yelps as he burns his fingers in his haste, and Sanzo hides a wide grin behind the newspaper as Hakkai and Goku walk in.
"We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another."
Luciano de Crescenzo
A/N: As with the rest of the stories in this thread, this one is bound to be "OOC" with regards to the lovers' antics. But what the hell can you expect when you're writing about Sanzo and Gojyo in love? And quite frankly I refuse to write about them in any other light – and I do mean that quite literally. In the first place, only Kazuya Minekura knows for sure how this pair would 'behave' in the bedroom (to put it bluntly); and in the second place – the way I understand the characters, I don't think Sanzo is the kind to give himself lightly; I think he has to feel very strongly about someone to even think of kissing him (or her) let alone you-know-what. And as for Gojyo, I believe that once the playboy has fallen, he falls hard, and would channel all that passion towards his loved one with all the intensity characteristic of him. In any case, this is how I imagine things would be, so anyone who objects has the freedom to read something else. XD
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