- Title: Making Room
- Author: Meicdon13
- Pairing(s): Kougaiji x Sanzo/Sanzo x Kougaiji
- Rating: PG
- Summary: Stuck inside an inn during an obscenely strong snowstorm, Sanzo and Kougaiji end up having a seemingly mundane conversation that shows a little insight on how pointless things really are.
- Website: http://meicdon13.livejournal.com
- Note: Written for
san_kou (3. Bed) and 30_angsts (31. Cold (~bloody destiny)). Thanks to purpleicicles and TwinStar for the beta.

 

MAKING ROOM


"Will you stop elbowing me, you damn demon?"

"I'm not elbowing you, you prissy monk! I'm just trying not to fall off the damn bed!"

Sanzo and Kougaiji were huddled on one bed, lying back to back, and trying not to expose too much of themselves from under the single thin blanket. A sudden unexpected snowstorm had forced them to stay in the inn where they had met up for their tryst. Anyone who ventured outside was either a complete fool or very brave.

The blond tugged at his end of the blanket half-heartedly, not wanting to uncurl from his semi-fetal position. It was so abysmally cold that the moment they stepped out from under the minimal warmth of the shared blanket, they would be shivering uncontrollably.

"Can't you use some of your fire magic to make this place warmer?" Sanzo groused.

"And drain all of my energy sustaining flames that won't burn down the entire building? I don't think so," Kougaiji replied shortly.

The monk scowled. "You don't seem to mind overexerting yourself in the middle of a fight."

"Using my magic in battle and using it to warm your sorry ass are two completely different things." Kougaiji yanked more of the blanket to his side. "When I'm fighting, I'm fighting for something important."

There was silence for a few minutes. Kougaiji shifted a bit, moving so that he wouldn't fall off the side of the bed. He ended up pressing the entire length of his back against Sanzo's. The monk could feel the demon's long hair against his skin. He told himself he wouldn't thread his fingers through it and instead hugged himself tighter.

"Fucking snowstorm," he muttered angrily.

"For once, I completely agree with you," the prince mumbled.

There was another stretch of silence. Suddenly, Kougaiji rolled onto his back and said, "Where's the sutra?"

"Like I'm telling you," Sanzo snorted derisively, glancing over his shoulder at the demon. "And no, it's not in my robes."

Said robes were in a pile at the foot of the door along with the rest of their clothing. Sanzo wanted to stand up and get them to add an extra layer of defense against the cold but if he did, the fucking prince would probably hog the blanket to himself.

"I don't believe you. Where else would you keep them?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"You do realize that we're going to end up killing each other over a piece of paper, right?"

Sanzo wished that the redhead would just shut up and roll over onto his side again; his back had been warm against his. He'd take any warmth he could get right now. "Yes."

"If it's possible, I don't want to fight your group."

"You think I want to fight yours?"

"How should I know what you want?"

The monk moved until he was lying on his stomach and shoved his head under his pillow. People lost most of their body heat through their head. He was just trying to keep warm. "Can't you just shut up and let me suffer through the cold in peace?"

Kougaiji was quiet as he turned over to lie on his side again, back towards Sanzo.

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