Disclaimer: Saiyuki
and the Sanzo party are not owned by me and no profit has been made, this
ficlet was purely written for pleasure ^_~!
Title: Need
Author: Tai
Pairing:
Gojyo/Sanzo
Fandom: Saiyuki
Theme: #10
Warnings:
Shounen-ai
Spoilers: None
Notes: This ficlet
is a continuation of the ficlet Red
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Hakkai’s head
appeared around the door to their room at the inn.
“I’m taking Goku,
we are going to get provisions. Can you
stay here with Sanzo?”
Gojyo gave Hakkai a
look of resignation.
“Okay, but if one
of us is dead by the time you get back, it’s not my fault.”
Hakkai smiled. “Duly noted. I guess Sanzo will be a little… testy, when he finally wakes up.”
Gojyo grinned back.
“Have I ever told
you that you are the master of understatement?”
“Once or twice,
Gojyo, once or twice.” And with that
Hakkai disappeared to find Goku.
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Gojyo leaned back
in the only chair in the room. It was
rickety and uncomfortable but at least it allowed a view out of the
window. Gojyo enjoyed watching the ‘normal’
folk going about their day-to-day business.
He patted his pocket to find his ever present packet of cigarettes to
find… nothing!
Frowning, he stood
up and surveyed the room, Sanzo was lying on the only bed and three hastily put
together futons lay on the floor in disarray, testament to their night’s
occupation. Still nothing. Where the hell had he put them? He could feel the tendrils of need gnawing
at his mind.
Suddenly he noticed
the packet on the table by the far wall next to a pitcher of water, Goku’s
contribution to helping Sanzo get over his sunstroke.
“Must have fallen
out of my pocket and been tidied up by Hakkai,” Gojyo muttered as he stroke
quickly over to his cigarettes. He
opened the packet to fish one out, noting that there were only ten left, when
he realised that he was being watched.
He placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it, inhaling deeply and
then shoved the packet back into his pocket.
“Welcome back to
the land of the living, Sanzo.”
The violet eyes
regarding him narrowed. “What
happened?”
“You got sunstroke,
passed out – on me, I might add – and you have slept for a day and a night in
this inn, the end.”
“I remember…”
Sanzo’s fingers brushed his lips but he didn’t elaborate.
Gojyo wasn’t going
to either so as he made his way back to the chair he decided to sow a seed of
doubt in Sanzo’s mind and asked, “Did you dream?”
“Maybe,” came the
reply, as Sanzo turned to look out of the window whilst running his fingers
through his dishevelled blonde locks.
Gojyo sat down
again on the chair and rocked back onto its hind legs, ignoring the chair’s
protestations at such abuse. He closed
his eyes and took another long drag on his cigarette savouring the flavour and
wondering at Sanzo’s seemingly good mood.
Then the cigarette in his hand was gone!
Red eyes met violet
as the chair came to rest on all four of its legs once more with a bang. The violence was too much for it and the
chair shattered, sending Gojyo to the floor in an undignified heap.
“Oww!” he shouted,
rubbing his tailbone and flicking his red hair out of his eyes. He then jumped up and grabbed the cigarette
out of Sanzo’s hand but not before Sanzo had had a deep drag on it.
“Give that back,
you bastard!”
Sanzo smirked, but
dutifully handed over the cigarette.
Gojyo shook his
head. “All of it.”
Sanzo looked
confused briefly before Gojyo grabbed him around the nape of the neck and
pressed their lips together. Sanzo
exhaled in surprise, gifting his second hand smoke back to the red headed man
then he slapped Gojyo across the face hard.
Gojyo didn’t
flinch. He turned back to face Sanzo, a
red welt appearing on his cheek, and licked his lips before telling the monk,
“Mmm, I could get used to you tasting of my cigarettes instead of that shit you
usually smoke.”
Sanzo’s eyes
flashed. “You will not get the chance
to get used to anything, you perverted kappa!
That is the last time you will touch me!”
Gojyo smiled, there
was nothing like a good challenge.
“Never say never, Sanzo, you are only human after all.”
~owari~