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Title:
Pointy Things
Author: Jedishampoo
Rating: R, I guess. Language, completed sex
Pairing: Gojyo/Sanzo (ducks and hides)
Summary: The same old argument.
Notes: For Saiyuki_time prompt 3: "Post coital". Written in 53 minutes,
does not include formatting for posting (another 10). I was thinking about
Sanzo's robe and all the stuff he keeps in there. Not sure how I feel about its
quality. Unbeta'ed, concrit, comments appreciated. 780 words.
“Ouch,” Sanzo said. “Fuck, that hurts.”
“Now it hurts?” Gojyo said, without much concern. Sanzo thought he
hurt? Gojyo had done all the work. And it had been a very long day. Gojyo
rolled off Sanzo and dug in his jeans on the floor for his smokes. “Shoulda said
something earlier.”
“Shut up, dumbass,” Sanzo said from somewhere above him, but his insult lacked
its usual sting. In fact, Sanzo sounded positively mellow.
Well, that had been some pretty awesomely fabulous sex, if Gojyo
did say so himself. When he looked up again, Sanzo was arching his back off the
bed and twisting his arm under himself like he was digging for something. His
hand reappeared clutching his Smith & Wesson.
Gojyo started to duck, but Sanzo only plonked the gun onto the bedside table. He
rolled to his side, facing Gojyo, and glared at him almost not-angrily from
under a fringe of blonde bangs.
“You oughta take better care of your weapon,” Gojyo said with a smirk. He lit a
smoke.
“You could have let me at least get my robes off before you jumped me, asshole,”
Sanzo said.
“Didn’t hear you bitching earlier,” Gojyo said. He offered Sanzo a drag from his
lit cigarette but Sanzo just rolled his eyes. His hand disappeared behind his
back again and reappeared holding a pack of Marlboros. Uncrushed, Gojyo was
surprised to see. How the hell did he do that?
Sanzo flicked his fingers in the air. Gojyo handed him the lighter and watched
him shake out a cigarette. Sanzo had an unconscious grace, even when laying on a
pile of crumpled robes, covered in sweat and come; he lit his smoke with a
minimum of movement and tossed the lighter straight into the air, confident in
the knowledge that Gojyo would catch it (he did). He even managed to look sexy
as all get-out as he flopped onto his back and released his breath and a stream
of smoke with a whoosh.
Gojyo flopped down beside Sanzo. “It’s been a long day,” he said. And if that
wasn’t the understatement of the week, then Gojyo would eat Sanzo’s gun. All
their little party was dead-tired. This town’d had one hell of a serious youkai-assassin
infestation problem-- taken care of now, thankyouverymuch. Along with a
hell of a lot of frightened (and now grateful) townspeople, and they were
definitely over quota on plucky urchins in peril. Though Gojyo had to admit he’d
gotten a real kick out of that one little girl, the one who’d begged him to let
her clean his shakou-jou for him, and she’d gotten all wide-eyed and cute when
he’d told her it was magical--
“Shit. Ouch,” Sanzo said again, around his cigarette.
“What now?” Gojyo asked. He realized he’d almost fallen asleep holding a lit
smoke. He put it out in the ashtray.
“Fuck you,” Sanzo said-mumbled. Gojyo felt the bed shake a little as Sanzo dug
around a bit more. This time he brought out his glasses. He reached over Gojyo
to set these on the bedside table next to his five-shooter. Then he flopped
again.
“You oughta take better care of your glasses, too, old man,” Gojyo told him.
“Hell. What now? I just want to sleep, dammit,” Sanzo said, ignoring
Gojyo, talking to himself. He dug behind himself a few more times, and a book,
the harisen and Sanzo’s weird little foldy-priest-crown joined the pile on the
bedside table.
Gojyo watched the show with impressed and sleepy awe. “Where the hell do you
keep all that shit?”
“None of your business,” Sanzo said. He put out his cigarette, flopped once more
and closed his eyes.
Gojyo stared at the ceiling, and thought about how wonderful sleep would feel.
He hurt all over. Some of it was a good hurt, though. The sex had been pretty
fuckin’ fantastic, after all. The only thing that might make it better--
“Don’t suppose you got a beer in there,” Gojyo said. When he didn’t get an
answer, he rolled over to look at Sanzo. “Do you?”
“I’m tired and I want to sleep,” Sanzo said, opening one eye, and this time it
definitely held a glare. “If you don’t let me sleep I will kill you.”
“Ain’t my fault you keep lotsa pointy shit tucked away in there,” Gojyo said,
and yawned.
“Like I said, you could have let me remove my robes before you jumped me, you
pervert.”
“Didn’t hear you bitching earlier,” Gojyo said, and tried to keep his eyes open.
After all, it wouldn’t be right, drifting off in the middle of an argument, even
if it was the same old argument.
END.
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