Saiyuki (Gojyo/Sanzo)
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kinkfestTitle: Flames draw moths
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dancevdragon
Rating: PG
Warnings: Suturing wounds, bit of violence, swearing, unbetaed, and small implications
Word count: 1,220
Summary: A wary Sanzo gets Gojyo so stop and think for a few moments.
Note: Sorry this is late.
It had been a surprise attack, but anymore they all were. They’d long since come to expect attacks morning, noon, and night. This was a fresh reason not to startle anyone of their band for whatever reason.
Not that Sanzo ever needed an excuse to shoot at them. He had just added it to the long list and reloaded his gun. At present he sat in the window seat of the latest inn they were staying at. The monk wasn’t going to take chances especially since some of the demons in the fight had retreated. Something about that just didn’t still well with him. But nothing really made him feel at ease especially when Gojyo was trying to pretend he wasn’t bleeding.
What the hell was he trying to prove? All his prideful stupidity was going to do was drag them down. The blonde wasn’t going to cut him any slack; he wasn’t Hakkai who tried to be as neutral as possible. He leaned back a little as he took a drag on his cigarette. “Go bleed in someone else’s room.” He rasped while still watching things from his spot by the window. Sanzo wasn’t going to relax his vigil. Even if he was sparing a moment of that to remind Gojyo he was the dumbest thing to ever crawl out of the woodwork.
Gojyo narrowed his eyes as he took a drag on his cigarette. “Didn’t we tell you not to talk to those voices in your head in public?” He snapped as he shifted in his chair. He had to curse and duck as several gun shots rang out and bullets impacted with the wall. “What the fuck is your problem?” The red head growled as he sat back down and tried not to wince at the injury that made its self known. He’d bandaged it, but it was soaking through the bandages.
Sanzo had to question if the other man was suicidal. He settled for Sha Gojyo being of low intelligence and having a difficulty with learning. “My problem is you.” He growled as he thumbed back the hammer and took aim. He turned his attention back to the window while keeping the Smith and Wesson trained on his companion. Some people called him overly paranoid, maybe he was. But just because he was, didn’t mean every demon and his or her brother weren’t trying to kill or eat him. The monk considered his level of hair trigger wariness, perfectly normal given the circumstances. “You stink of blood.” He added finally.
He snorted as he adjusted his shirt and leaned back in his chair, Gojyo didn’t like how sharp Sanzo was at times. Then again at other times he was glad the blonde was so perceptive. This wasn’t one of the later times. The half breed took a moment to tap out the ash of his cigarette before he answered. “I hate to break it to you oh holy one, but everything that lives stinks of blood. That’s life, if you got your head out of your ass one-” For the second time he was dodging bullets. Gojyo was sure if he kept pushing it, he might break his record which was eight times in under an hour.
He took his entertainment when he could get it. Riling up the monk that had the emotional skills the gods gave plants was the current choice. It tended to be the only choice available besides annoying Goku. The later wasn’t that hard to do but he tended to do it anyways. However lady luck wasn’t with him today, his wound finally screamed at him loud enough to be heard and he had to stop while he grit his teeth.
Despite popular belief, deep down in that cold abyss Sanzo called his chest there was more than just a blackened pair of lungs. He kept one eye on the window as he stuffed the weapon back in his robes. It didn’t take long to slip off of the window seat and grab the first aid kit from their packs. He did however have difficult with shoving the other’s hands away from where he’d wrapped them about the bandaged injury. He almost said fuck it until the other got the hint of a gun barrel under the chin.
The priest glared at the other daring him to pull out a dirty joke. He could still purposefully miss at close range. Thankfully Gojyo just watched him so he went back to work, removing the old soiled bandages and cleaning the wound. “Why didn’t you let Hakkai heal this? It’s serious enough to warrant it.” He hissed as he prodded the damage which drew a growl out of the redhead. Sanzo dug through the kit for the needle and thread to stitch the wound shut.
“Hakkai was exhausted, I’d rather deal with this than see him collapse out of overtaxing himself. I’ve dealt with worse than this.” Gojyo breathed as he gripped the chair arms. He already guessed what the monk had planned. He didn’t have to wait long before Sanzo was punctured the flesh and set to suturing the wound closed. The half breed gritted his teeth and reminded himself this was why they had some surgical equipment like this. He had to hand to it Sanzo, he was quick and his hand was very steady.
Of course it had to be for all that they did during the day.
No one of their group would ever doubt Sanzo could defend himself, even against gods he still walked away with his life. He was a contradictory man; who while being worldly with his smokes, booze, and killing still stuck to his principles. They had all been drawn to him in their own ways. He’d opened the doors to a way of life they hadn’t considered until the monk stepped into their lives.
Gojyo studied the man quietly from the thin shoulders to the red mark of being chosen by the gods. He had to admit he was pretty for a man. But he could never picture Sanzo sleeping around or marrying and having kids. The smoking redhead always thought the other was someone who might die young, with his gun in hand and doing what he wanted to do. They’d all be there falling all around him because for some reason they all wanted to. He didn’t understand it, what drew him to Sanzo like a moth to a flame.
It might be the fact they were kindred spirits in being orphans, but he doubted it. Sha Gojyo reached out his fingers brushing Sanzo’s cheek. He caught violet eyes narrowing at him before the other smacked his hand away.
For a moment they stared at each other, and then the blonde snorted. “You’re going to bust what little brains you have if you keep thinking so heavily. I could smell the smoke from here.” He rasped as he patted the dressed wound and got up.
Before he could leave the other snagged his wrist and drew him down touching his lit cigarette to his unlit one. Gojyo then released him with a lazy grin. “Thanks for the light.” He didn’t know why Sanzo smiled just a little before turning away. But then again he was still grinning for the very same reason.
Author:
dancevdragonRating: PG
Warnings: Suturing wounds, bit of violence, swearing, unbetaed, and small implications
Word count: 1,220
Summary: A wary Sanzo gets Gojyo so stop and think for a few moments.
Note: Sorry this is late.
It had been a surprise attack, but anymore they all were. They’d long since come to expect attacks morning, noon, and night. This was a fresh reason not to startle anyone of their band for whatever reason.
Not that Sanzo ever needed an excuse to shoot at them. He had just added it to the long list and reloaded his gun. At present he sat in the window seat of the latest inn they were staying at. The monk wasn’t going to take chances especially since some of the demons in the fight had retreated. Something about that just didn’t still well with him. But nothing really made him feel at ease especially when Gojyo was trying to pretend he wasn’t bleeding.
What the hell was he trying to prove? All his prideful stupidity was going to do was drag them down. The blonde wasn’t going to cut him any slack; he wasn’t Hakkai who tried to be as neutral as possible. He leaned back a little as he took a drag on his cigarette. “Go bleed in someone else’s room.” He rasped while still watching things from his spot by the window. Sanzo wasn’t going to relax his vigil. Even if he was sparing a moment of that to remind Gojyo he was the dumbest thing to ever crawl out of the woodwork.
Gojyo narrowed his eyes as he took a drag on his cigarette. “Didn’t we tell you not to talk to those voices in your head in public?” He snapped as he shifted in his chair. He had to curse and duck as several gun shots rang out and bullets impacted with the wall. “What the fuck is your problem?” The red head growled as he sat back down and tried not to wince at the injury that made its self known. He’d bandaged it, but it was soaking through the bandages.
Sanzo had to question if the other man was suicidal. He settled for Sha Gojyo being of low intelligence and having a difficulty with learning. “My problem is you.” He growled as he thumbed back the hammer and took aim. He turned his attention back to the window while keeping the Smith and Wesson trained on his companion. Some people called him overly paranoid, maybe he was. But just because he was, didn’t mean every demon and his or her brother weren’t trying to kill or eat him. The monk considered his level of hair trigger wariness, perfectly normal given the circumstances. “You stink of blood.” He added finally.
He snorted as he adjusted his shirt and leaned back in his chair, Gojyo didn’t like how sharp Sanzo was at times. Then again at other times he was glad the blonde was so perceptive. This wasn’t one of the later times. The half breed took a moment to tap out the ash of his cigarette before he answered. “I hate to break it to you oh holy one, but everything that lives stinks of blood. That’s life, if you got your head out of your ass one-” For the second time he was dodging bullets. Gojyo was sure if he kept pushing it, he might break his record which was eight times in under an hour.
He took his entertainment when he could get it. Riling up the monk that had the emotional skills the gods gave plants was the current choice. It tended to be the only choice available besides annoying Goku. The later wasn’t that hard to do but he tended to do it anyways. However lady luck wasn’t with him today, his wound finally screamed at him loud enough to be heard and he had to stop while he grit his teeth.
Despite popular belief, deep down in that cold abyss Sanzo called his chest there was more than just a blackened pair of lungs. He kept one eye on the window as he stuffed the weapon back in his robes. It didn’t take long to slip off of the window seat and grab the first aid kit from their packs. He did however have difficult with shoving the other’s hands away from where he’d wrapped them about the bandaged injury. He almost said fuck it until the other got the hint of a gun barrel under the chin.
The priest glared at the other daring him to pull out a dirty joke. He could still purposefully miss at close range. Thankfully Gojyo just watched him so he went back to work, removing the old soiled bandages and cleaning the wound. “Why didn’t you let Hakkai heal this? It’s serious enough to warrant it.” He hissed as he prodded the damage which drew a growl out of the redhead. Sanzo dug through the kit for the needle and thread to stitch the wound shut.
“Hakkai was exhausted, I’d rather deal with this than see him collapse out of overtaxing himself. I’ve dealt with worse than this.” Gojyo breathed as he gripped the chair arms. He already guessed what the monk had planned. He didn’t have to wait long before Sanzo was punctured the flesh and set to suturing the wound closed. The half breed gritted his teeth and reminded himself this was why they had some surgical equipment like this. He had to hand to it Sanzo, he was quick and his hand was very steady.
Of course it had to be for all that they did during the day.
No one of their group would ever doubt Sanzo could defend himself, even against gods he still walked away with his life. He was a contradictory man; who while being worldly with his smokes, booze, and killing still stuck to his principles. They had all been drawn to him in their own ways. He’d opened the doors to a way of life they hadn’t considered until the monk stepped into their lives.
Gojyo studied the man quietly from the thin shoulders to the red mark of being chosen by the gods. He had to admit he was pretty for a man. But he could never picture Sanzo sleeping around or marrying and having kids. The smoking redhead always thought the other was someone who might die young, with his gun in hand and doing what he wanted to do. They’d all be there falling all around him because for some reason they all wanted to. He didn’t understand it, what drew him to Sanzo like a moth to a flame.
It might be the fact they were kindred spirits in being orphans, but he doubted it. Sha Gojyo reached out his fingers brushing Sanzo’s cheek. He caught violet eyes narrowing at him before the other smacked his hand away.
For a moment they stared at each other, and then the blonde snorted. “You’re going to bust what little brains you have if you keep thinking so heavily. I could smell the smoke from here.” He rasped as he patted the dressed wound and got up.
Before he could leave the other snagged his wrist and drew him down touching his lit cigarette to his unlit one. Gojyo then released him with a lazy grin. “Thanks for the light.” He didn’t know why Sanzo smiled just a little before turning away. But then again he was still grinning for the very same reason.
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Date: 2011-05-14 07:17 am (UTC)And I loved Sanzo taking care of Gojyo in his very "Sanzo" way of doing it, gun included!
I was considering prompting a H/C piece where Sanzo took care of Gojyo, despite not usually acting like he gives a damn. Only I missed the submission date.
And it's okay because this story totally was just what I was hoping for! Yeah!!!