Saiyuki (Sanzo/Gojyo)
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kinkfestTitle: Midnight meditation
Author: Akuchan_47
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word count: 1468
Summary: Sanzo contemplates the meaning of Gojyo in the middle of the night.
Prompt/A/N: Saiyuki, Sanzo/Gojyo: Frustration - "He knew where the line was, he just didn't care." -- I had a completely different idea of how I was going to do this prompt when I first snagged it, but my first one hijacked that plan. I owe a huge debt of gratitude to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rroselavy for giving me this alternative idea when I was at my wits end trying to come up with a plotline that wouldn’t be an exact copy of the other one. Thanks darlin’ **smooch** Beta’d by the fabulous daiseypuppy.
The advantages of meditation are plentiful and well documented; greater creativity, decreased anxiety and depression and decreased irritability and moodiness are just some of the myriad benefits. Genjo Sanzo could himself attest to having benefited from the calming affects, several times a day, as a matter of fact. His travelling companions may have been of a differing opinion, thinking that they were being kind when calling him testy and short-tempered. However, he would argue that he’d never actually hit one of them when he’d shot at them; in short, one could say that, when pushed to his limits, he’d been able to call on that inner peace with surprising regularity.
Another benefit of meditation was being able to feign sleep almost flawlessly, something that he was finding exceedingly beneficial at the moment. Through nearly closed eyes, he watched as his roommate for the evening stripped down to his underwear, completely unaware in his drunken state that the “sleeping” man in the bed across from his own was feasting on the show that he was unintentionally providing. But then again, with Gojyo, one could never be sure; the guy was a natural exhibitionist who would flaunt his stuff just on the off chance that he may be giving someone a free show. He was shameless. Or, that’s what Sanzo tried to convince himself of as he suppressed the nagging voice in his head that said he was overstepping a boundary by not letting Gojyo know that he was awake, or, at the very least, by not looking away.
It was a constant battle to keep his breathing slow and steady, to continue the ruse that he was asleep. Gojyo was a gorgeous man, and watching him go about his business in just a pair of navy blue boxers nearly had Sanzo forgetting his charade and tackling the redhead to the bed. He managed to keep himself in check and not molest the pervy water sprite, thanks once again to his centred core, he was sure. Besides, it wouldn’t do to ever let Gojyo know just how badly he affected the priest; the damned redhead had an over inflated ego as it was, and Sanzo couldn’t even begin to imagine how much worse it would be if Gojyo ever figured it out. Yeah, he didn’t need to know that Sanzo considered his butt – well, all of him to be precise, but his ass especially -- to be one of nature’s true wonders, and how that, more often than not, he’d have to remind himself not to stare when the redhead was wandering around half naked… bending over… fighting… hell, even when he was fully clothed and doing nothing at all. The only time he was free to indulge in his favourite bad habit was when Gojyo was asleep.
The monk’s frustration reached a new peak when, instead of crawling under the sheets, Gojyo sat on the edge of his bed and lit a cigarette. Sanzo hadn’t the faintest idea how he suppressed the groan that had formed in his throat. If he’d thought that Gojyo walking around half-naked was a turn on, then him in that stage of semi-undress, sitting with his chin cupped in his hand, blowing smoke rings out of a perfectly formed O-shaped mouth was off the scales. The thought of how his tongue was moving behind his lips to make those shapes, of what it would feel like to have him mimic that movement on his cock, sent shivers of pleasure dancing along Sanzo’s spine. He was thankful that he’d already been lying on his side when Gojyo had entered the room, because he doubted that the thin sheet that was covering him would have been sufficient enough to the hide the erection that he had going now. Soon enough -- or perhaps it was too soon, Sanzo couldn’t decide--- Gojyo stubbed out his cigarette and then flopped back onto the mattress, his soft grunts filling the silence of the room while he arranged himself on his pillows and under his blanket. Sanzo heaved a mental sigh of relief, happy that he might finally get some sleep as well.
Fifteen minutes later the only sounds in the room were the even breathing and light snores of one Sha Gojyo and the gnashing of teeth of one pissed off, wide-awake Genjo Sanzo. The moon had shifted its position in the sky, illuminating the room completely, and most specifically it seemed to be spotlighting Gojyo. Not that the light was bothering the redhead in anyway, but Sanzo was certainly being kept awake by it. It was because of the brightness—who knew that a full moon could light a room as well the sun? The light was softer mind you, but bright just the same— that Sanzo remained awake. It had nothing to do with the fact that the soft glow seemed to highlight Gojyo’s mouth, presenting it as being very kissable.
Sanzo scowled at the sleeping redhead. The jerk should have closed the curtains before he’d crawled into bed, but no, of course he wouldn’t think of doing something as considerate as that. On top of that, Sanzo would bet damned near anything that Gojyo would be the first one bitching come morning when the sun shone through and the birds started their infernal chirping just outside. The blond completely ignored the fact that the redhead hadn’t turned the light on when he’d come in, and had undressed by the moonlight -- ignored it because the memory of watching Gojyo strip down just out of arms reach of him was almost too much for him to bear.
Lying still had become a near impossibility. With a frustrated growl, Sanzo tossed away his blanket and practically sprung out of bed stalking over to the window with the express purpose of closing the curtains. Spying his cigarettes on an end table, he grabbed one, thinking that a smoke might help him relax. He looked out of the window, staring blankly at the deserted street of the current nameless, faceless town that they found themselves in. There was nothing to see; dusty roads, sun-bleached buildings, certainly nothing that captured the imagination. That was probably why his gaze had shifted back to Gojyo. Even asleep he certainly couldn’t be accused of being dull and lifeless; a major pain in the ass, yes, but never boring.
The cigarette had had a miniscule, if any calming affect. He was still hard, and he still had the urge to touch Gojyo. He yearned to run his fingers through hair that was the colour of the setting sun just before it dipped below the horizon. If asked at a later date, he wouldn’t be able to say how he had gone from standing in front of the window to kneeling beside Gojyo’s bed. It hadn’t been a conscious decision on his part; it had just happened. He caught a stray lock of hair, a small smile lighting his face when he discovered that it was as soft and silky as he’d always imagined it would be. He let the strand fall through his fingers and then, without thinking, traced over the two scars on Gojyo’s cheek before bringing his finger to rest on his soft ruby lips.
He knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Here in the dead of night, he could look to his hearts content, could finally caress the face that had captivated him, but that he would never dare to try and touch in the light of day. He could even steal a kiss if he wanted to. Gojyo was drunk and dead to the world, he’d never know. Sanzo shook his head. What was he thinking? Just touching Gojyo while he slept was a violation of his trust; anything more would be way over the line. But he would be none the wiser, and the line had already been crossed. What was one more step?
Gojyo’s mouth felt even softer under his own lips than it had beneath his fingers. The kiss wasn’t really a kiss, more just a gentle press, but to Sanzo it was beautiful. It was innocent and sweet, things not associated with either one of them, nor the thoughts going through his mind. Though he hungered for more, he pulled back; this simple kiss would have to satisfy him — for now. He threaded his fingers through Gojyo’s hair one last time, brushed his lips over his temple and then whispered softly for him to have sweet dreams.
As Sanzo slid into his bed and turned his back to the other, he missed ruby eyes crack open slightly, missed the contented smile that settled on a surprisingly sober face, and failed to see the silently mouthed, ‘you too, Sanzo’.
~Fin~
Author: Akuchan_47
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Word count: 1468
Summary: Sanzo contemplates the meaning of Gojyo in the middle of the night.
Prompt/A/N: Saiyuki, Sanzo/Gojyo: Frustration - "He knew where the line was, he just didn't care." -- I had a completely different idea of how I was going to do this prompt when I first snagged it, but my first one hijacked that plan. I owe a huge debt of gratitude to
rroselavy for giving me this alternative idea when I was at my wits end trying to come up with a plotline that wouldn’t be an exact copy of the other one. Thanks darlin’ **smooch** Beta’d by the fabulous daiseypuppy.The advantages of meditation are plentiful and well documented; greater creativity, decreased anxiety and depression and decreased irritability and moodiness are just some of the myriad benefits. Genjo Sanzo could himself attest to having benefited from the calming affects, several times a day, as a matter of fact. His travelling companions may have been of a differing opinion, thinking that they were being kind when calling him testy and short-tempered. However, he would argue that he’d never actually hit one of them when he’d shot at them; in short, one could say that, when pushed to his limits, he’d been able to call on that inner peace with surprising regularity.
Another benefit of meditation was being able to feign sleep almost flawlessly, something that he was finding exceedingly beneficial at the moment. Through nearly closed eyes, he watched as his roommate for the evening stripped down to his underwear, completely unaware in his drunken state that the “sleeping” man in the bed across from his own was feasting on the show that he was unintentionally providing. But then again, with Gojyo, one could never be sure; the guy was a natural exhibitionist who would flaunt his stuff just on the off chance that he may be giving someone a free show. He was shameless. Or, that’s what Sanzo tried to convince himself of as he suppressed the nagging voice in his head that said he was overstepping a boundary by not letting Gojyo know that he was awake, or, at the very least, by not looking away.
It was a constant battle to keep his breathing slow and steady, to continue the ruse that he was asleep. Gojyo was a gorgeous man, and watching him go about his business in just a pair of navy blue boxers nearly had Sanzo forgetting his charade and tackling the redhead to the bed. He managed to keep himself in check and not molest the pervy water sprite, thanks once again to his centred core, he was sure. Besides, it wouldn’t do to ever let Gojyo know just how badly he affected the priest; the damned redhead had an over inflated ego as it was, and Sanzo couldn’t even begin to imagine how much worse it would be if Gojyo ever figured it out. Yeah, he didn’t need to know that Sanzo considered his butt – well, all of him to be precise, but his ass especially -- to be one of nature’s true wonders, and how that, more often than not, he’d have to remind himself not to stare when the redhead was wandering around half naked… bending over… fighting… hell, even when he was fully clothed and doing nothing at all. The only time he was free to indulge in his favourite bad habit was when Gojyo was asleep.
The monk’s frustration reached a new peak when, instead of crawling under the sheets, Gojyo sat on the edge of his bed and lit a cigarette. Sanzo hadn’t the faintest idea how he suppressed the groan that had formed in his throat. If he’d thought that Gojyo walking around half-naked was a turn on, then him in that stage of semi-undress, sitting with his chin cupped in his hand, blowing smoke rings out of a perfectly formed O-shaped mouth was off the scales. The thought of how his tongue was moving behind his lips to make those shapes, of what it would feel like to have him mimic that movement on his cock, sent shivers of pleasure dancing along Sanzo’s spine. He was thankful that he’d already been lying on his side when Gojyo had entered the room, because he doubted that the thin sheet that was covering him would have been sufficient enough to the hide the erection that he had going now. Soon enough -- or perhaps it was too soon, Sanzo couldn’t decide--- Gojyo stubbed out his cigarette and then flopped back onto the mattress, his soft grunts filling the silence of the room while he arranged himself on his pillows and under his blanket. Sanzo heaved a mental sigh of relief, happy that he might finally get some sleep as well.
Fifteen minutes later the only sounds in the room were the even breathing and light snores of one Sha Gojyo and the gnashing of teeth of one pissed off, wide-awake Genjo Sanzo. The moon had shifted its position in the sky, illuminating the room completely, and most specifically it seemed to be spotlighting Gojyo. Not that the light was bothering the redhead in anyway, but Sanzo was certainly being kept awake by it. It was because of the brightness—who knew that a full moon could light a room as well the sun? The light was softer mind you, but bright just the same— that Sanzo remained awake. It had nothing to do with the fact that the soft glow seemed to highlight Gojyo’s mouth, presenting it as being very kissable.
Sanzo scowled at the sleeping redhead. The jerk should have closed the curtains before he’d crawled into bed, but no, of course he wouldn’t think of doing something as considerate as that. On top of that, Sanzo would bet damned near anything that Gojyo would be the first one bitching come morning when the sun shone through and the birds started their infernal chirping just outside. The blond completely ignored the fact that the redhead hadn’t turned the light on when he’d come in, and had undressed by the moonlight -- ignored it because the memory of watching Gojyo strip down just out of arms reach of him was almost too much for him to bear.
Lying still had become a near impossibility. With a frustrated growl, Sanzo tossed away his blanket and practically sprung out of bed stalking over to the window with the express purpose of closing the curtains. Spying his cigarettes on an end table, he grabbed one, thinking that a smoke might help him relax. He looked out of the window, staring blankly at the deserted street of the current nameless, faceless town that they found themselves in. There was nothing to see; dusty roads, sun-bleached buildings, certainly nothing that captured the imagination. That was probably why his gaze had shifted back to Gojyo. Even asleep he certainly couldn’t be accused of being dull and lifeless; a major pain in the ass, yes, but never boring.
The cigarette had had a miniscule, if any calming affect. He was still hard, and he still had the urge to touch Gojyo. He yearned to run his fingers through hair that was the colour of the setting sun just before it dipped below the horizon. If asked at a later date, he wouldn’t be able to say how he had gone from standing in front of the window to kneeling beside Gojyo’s bed. It hadn’t been a conscious decision on his part; it had just happened. He caught a stray lock of hair, a small smile lighting his face when he discovered that it was as soft and silky as he’d always imagined it would be. He let the strand fall through his fingers and then, without thinking, traced over the two scars on Gojyo’s cheek before bringing his finger to rest on his soft ruby lips.
He knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Here in the dead of night, he could look to his hearts content, could finally caress the face that had captivated him, but that he would never dare to try and touch in the light of day. He could even steal a kiss if he wanted to. Gojyo was drunk and dead to the world, he’d never know. Sanzo shook his head. What was he thinking? Just touching Gojyo while he slept was a violation of his trust; anything more would be way over the line. But he would be none the wiser, and the line had already been crossed. What was one more step?
Gojyo’s mouth felt even softer under his own lips than it had beneath his fingers. The kiss wasn’t really a kiss, more just a gentle press, but to Sanzo it was beautiful. It was innocent and sweet, things not associated with either one of them, nor the thoughts going through his mind. Though he hungered for more, he pulled back; this simple kiss would have to satisfy him — for now. He threaded his fingers through Gojyo’s hair one last time, brushed his lips over his temple and then whispered softly for him to have sweet dreams.
As Sanzo slid into his bed and turned his back to the other, he missed ruby eyes crack open slightly, missed the contented smile that settled on a surprisingly sober face, and failed to see the silently mouthed, ‘you too, Sanzo’.
~Fin~
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Date: 2007-07-07 02:44 am (UTC)Great job, love!
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Date: 2007-07-07 02:54 am (UTC)You can feel the intital indecision Sanzo exhibits when watching Gojyo undress; to watch or turn away. I am glad he watched ^_~
The hesitation to touch was so typical Sanzo, I found myself thinking 'Do it!'. The little twist at the end of the kappa being entirely cognisant of the blonde's simple indulgences was perfectly Gojyo!
An awesome and well-done work, my friend! Thank you!
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Date: 2007-07-07 03:07 am (UTC)