[fic] Balloons 14
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keire_keTitle: Balloons
Rating: none
Pairings: 39, past Sanzo/Koumyou
Genre: AU WAFF
Wordcount: 50k, total.
Warnings: Koumyou is dead. Also, before the pairings squick you out, for the purposes of this fic Koumyou was never Sanzo's father figure. Might contain wacky adventures.
Summary: Sanzo hates the park, Hakkai, Gojyo, people and the world. He likes his OCD and his job as a professional Internet troll. He likes his unapologetic, rampant atheism. The universe sets out to prove him wrong.
Author's Note: Very loosely based on the (awesome and amazing) movie Up! This is actually a “light” version of the bunny – the original explored the pitfalls of reincarnation and crushed your soul.
Two more to go!
Betaed bykispexi2, who graciously stepped in to help. <3 Thank you, hun!
“That’s it!” Sanzo yelled, when the men behind the swords advanced. “Somebody hand me a bazooka!”
“We’re fresh out,” Doku said. “I do have some kitchen spikes though.”
One of the mysterious assailants perked up, a most disquieting sight when a curved sword was in the picture. “Oh? Does that mean we get shish kebabs?”
“If you brought your own supplies. We’ve nowhere near enough food to feed you lot.”
“Sure, have no fear, we’ve got plenty.” The leader of the gang pulled her hood off. “We’re camping here, girls!”
Dark, coarse fabric fluttered to the ground and Sanzo boggled at the multitude of ample bosoms that suddenly appeared from beneath desert wear. Pippi was jingly and she was pink, Lirin and Yaone were busty, but these girls could give them all a run for their money. “What. The. Everloving. Fuck?” he asked.
“Hi! We’re a harem-slash-desert bandits for hire. Belly-dancing school, what have you. We do shows at weddings, birthdays and the occasional bachelor party.” The leader pulled out a card from her sparkling bra and handed it to Sanzo, who, in stupefaction, took it.
“Harem slash desert bandits?”
“The economy has been tough on us all. We needed to branch out.”
“Hey Sanzo, you wouldn’t lie to me, right?” Gojyo asked into Sanzo’s ear.
“Depends.”
“Did we die?”
“Possibly. I seem to be in hell.”
“Oh. Do you think it’s safe to stare?”
“If we’re in hell, Hakkai’s in command.”
“Fair point. Guess it’s an early night for me.” Gojyo sighed and looked at the abundance of scantily clad girls. “Damn.”
It was about that time the squealing started. Sanzo and Gojyo turned, alarmed, then continued each in his own way -- Gojyo into relaxation, Sanzo into fury. There was a crowd of young, nubile women surrounding Goku and Dug, petting the mutt and – this drove Sanzo to a murderous rage -- petting the monkey with equal abandon.
Goku smiled at them and shook hands, but his eyes constantly travelled, as though he was looking for someone amidst the people surrounding him, and with every moment he seemed more uncomfortable and unhappy. Sanzo swallowed. He had an inkling of what was going through Goku’s head, because he had that every moment of every day, whenever he had to spend time with strange people.
Sanzo tried to imagine meeting a few dozen people whom he couldn’t see and who constantly tried to touch him, and tried not to panic at the thought. He strode through the middle of the camp, straight into the cloud of gauze that enveloped the girls and pulled Goku out of their vile clutches. Thankfully his brain was stable enough not to do anything monumentally stupid, like hugging in full view, but his hand closed around Goku’s bicep pretty tightly, as he shoved him without much care into the nearest tent.
“The fuck is wrong with girls, anyway?” he groused, when the pouting and the giggling outside quieted enough for him to assume they had moved on. A peek outside revealed Pippi was herding them back to the carpets on which Dug was sprawled. “They’re insane.”
“They are very nice.” Goku rubbed his shoulder, trying to sound convincing. “They are nice. I just -- it scares me, a little,” he whispered. “There’s too many of them, and I can’t see and it’s just too much sometimes.”
“How the fuck did you stand one of those long enough to be friends with one?”
Goku blinked. “Those?”
“Women,” Sanzo spat.
“Oh, Pippi? She’s really nice and it’s not like I’m scared of people. I like people.”
“So what’s with the panic attack you just had? You can’t tell me all the pink is comfortable. Even I can tell it’s wrong and I’m as queer as a fifty-five pound note, according to Gojyo.”
“It wasn’t a panic attack! And how was I supposed to know about the pink? It ain’t giving sound signals.”
“You’re just gonna have to trust me on this. They are all pink. So’s your girlfriend, by the way.” Sanzo stared at the floor, at the carpets and the sand. Seemed pointless to stand there and just wonder if Goku fancied dicks, so he asked.
Goku giggled. “Dunno. Never thought of it, really.”
“Never thought of it?”
“I like you. Ain’t that answer enough?” Goku said with such a load of brutal honesty that Sanzo could do no more than throw the flap of the tent aside and stride out. He made it all the way around the buzzing fire, and hid himself in the shadow of the tents on the other side before turning and watching Goku emerge, taking slow, measured steps and feeling his way along the fabric.
Pippi was at his side in seconds, joined by Dug, who had to jump over a few harem girls to get there. “Are you okay?” Sanzo assumed she asked, because Goku smiled and turned to the fire and the women who all looked at him.
“Hey, sorry to run out on you. Crowds scare me.”
As one, the pink posse cooed. “Aww, come here, honey. We’ll hug it better.”
Sanzo expected, or perhaps wanted, Goku to decline and run, but he just smiled and let his two helpers sit him down by the fire, among the harem. Sanzo looked away then, eager to leave the camp for a smoke.
“So, how’s your gay agenda?” Someone asked, accompanied by the peal of many small bells.
Sanzo turned, not quite sure what he was hearing. “The fuck?”
“What, ‘excuse me’ is out of fashion in your circles?”
“What do you want?”
“I’m thinking you and I need to have a wee talk,” Pippi said, grasping his arm. Sanzo struggled, but since she was pulling him away from the camp, he figured it was for the best. Besides, her nails were digging into his skin and any attempt to free himself would include torn meat.
“I see you’ve got the hots for Goku,” she said, once the camp noises were just a minor distraction in the distance.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“That ain’t gonna be easy, I can tell. So, how about this: I know karate, punk, and I could kick your puny arse into next week, then back here and then out into the future again. I would, too, so don’t provoke me.”
Sanzo straightened up and glared at the chit of a girl, barely tall enough to stare him in the eye without a major neck-cramp, the girl who was wrapped in pink gauze and jiggling bells -- and she dared to utter threats! “Do you know who I am?” he snarled.
“You could be the emperor of China for all I care, so screw you. I ain’t scared of you. Goku isn’t scared of you, either, and he likes you, so here’s me, talking.”
Sanzo smirked. “You’re going to give me the Don’t Hurt Him speech? You?”
“I love Goku,” Pippi said and Sanzo wondered how easy would it be to dispose of a body in the desert. “We were best friends before we were a couple, and we are best friends now, so here’s the thing: Goku is twelve.”
Sanzo blinked. “What?”
“He’s an absolute retard. His grasp on the real world is tenuous, at best. He’s got no concept of financial planning, the only reason he’s not up to his ears in debt is that his needs come down to food, and his tastes aren’t very refined. He’s book-dumb, he’s naïve and the most he knows about strange people is not to take the candy they offer, and even that depends. He is twelve years old and he needs someone to look out for him.”
“He’s an adult, and I’m not his nanny.”
“No, of course not. I’m just saying this now, so you aren’t surprised later.” Pippi sighed. “Look, he’s an awesome guy. Really. But he’s dumb as bricks when it comes to people, and if he likes you -- which he does -- he’s gonna listen to you. For the record, I’m reserving judgement until I get to know you better.”
“I have no intention of getting to know you better.”
“I don’t care what you think.” Pippi grinned brightly and only the memory of Goku’s ability to dispatch a couple of soldiers without the aid of sight stopped Sanzo from hitting her. Smug little bitch she was, no question about that, but if she was half as well trained as Goku, the risk was high. “Goku is a sweet kid,” she went on, “and I have every intention of keeping my eyes on you.”
“If he’s so fabulous, why did you break up?”
Pippi sighed, again. “Because of the accident, I guess.”
“That’s obnoxious.”
“I know, right?”
“And he’s still so happy to see you? He is dumb as bricks.”
“Okay, first of all: he was the one who broke it off, not me. I wanted to stay. Hell, right now, if we got to talking, we could probably get back together.”
Sanzo considered homicide one more time.
“That’s not gonna happen,” Pippi said and Sanzo relaxed, until her next words. “But he is my best friend. So, you hurt him, I will hurt you.”
“Ha! I’d like to see you try.”
Pippi grinned and her grin turned feral. “Let me tell you, Goku may kick my butt on the training mat, ‘cause he is good, but I am a black belt too and I will want to hurt you, and that I can do miles better than him. I’ll scratch your eyes out to start with and then I will get creative. Are we clear?”
“Screw you and your kind advice!”
“Screw you and your attitude!”
“Go to hell!”
“Likewise!”
Pippi floated off on her pink cloud, looking very satisfied with herself, and Sanzo, thoroughly disturbed, plopped down on the dune, to have a quiet smoke away from the messiness of interpersonal relationships. “Stupid little bitch,” he said out loud, “as if she could tell me what to do.”
He fished out a cigarette from his mangled pack. Now he was starting to remember why he never got involved. People were filthy, annoying creatures, with friends and family, and annoying, bitchy ex-girlfriends – it was probably a huge mistake to get involved with someone who swung both ways, anyway. Only drama lay that way. It would probably be best to just fuck the kid and be done with the whole thing before it even started properly.
Which, of course, it already had, and that was the crux of the problem. Sanzo pressed the heel of his palm into his face, so hard he felt every tiny sting of stubble. He liked Goku already. Hakkai and Gojyo liked Goku. Worse, they liked the idea of him and Goku. He was doomed on that front.
Sanzo heard his name, and then something hit his back and fell on top of him, triggering an avalanche of sand, which he rode all the way to the bottom of the dune. “Fucking Gandhi on a beanpole!”
“What?” Goku giggled and then laughed, then gradually fell silent. Sanzo picked himself up to a sitting position, discarding the stub his cigarette had become.
“How the hell did you get here, without your helpers?”
“Pippi pointed and then I smelled smoke.”
“Good for you.”
Goku crawled over to him, and took a seat at Sanzo’s side. “So, why are you sitting here? They have food. Good food!”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You should eat.”
“Why did you break up with her?”
Goku didn’t seem surprised by the question. He picked at the edge of his shorts, staring at nothing in particular. “Dunno,” he said at last. “I liked being with her.”
Sanzo waited.
“I guess… I guess it was weird to have her mother me. It was annoying to start with, but then once she’d gone to the store, and I went and had a shower and shaved, and when she got back there was a lot of yelling.” Goku smiled at the sky. “So, I told her to take a hike. Pretty much. We planned on taking a year off and travelling at some point, and then the accident happened, and we couldn’t, so that’s where she went.”
Sanzo snorted. “You aren’t much for coherent speech.”
“I know. She’s my best friend.” Goku turned to Sanzo, as though he was willing him to understand. “She looks out for me, ‘cuz I’m a bit of a mess, but it was too weird when I couldn’t see.” He fell silent. “Can I?” he asked all of sudden and Sanzo blinked, only getting it when he saw Goku’s hand inch towards his face.
“Whatever,” he said and breathlessly waited for Goku’s fingers to make contact.
The first touch landed on Sanzo’s hair, smoothing the strands and sliding onto his forehead. Goku traced the ridges of Sanzo’s brows, brushing the pads of his fingers against his eyelids before finding his cheekbones. Sanzo forgot how to breathe when Goku’s questing fingers moved from the tip of his nose his lips, getting slowed by the stubble there and then lower to his chin, and back up his jaw.
Goku rose onto his knees and moved closer, eclipsing the magnificent night sky. The first touch of his lips was hesitant, tender, and thoroughly misplaced. Sanzo snorted into Goku’s collar, out of nervousness and surprise, but then Goku’s mouth trailed lower and the kiss landed on its proper mark.
There were stars overhead, brighter and bolder than Sanzo had ever seen them, more beautiful than what TV had promised them to be. The faint light that the fire cast was no match for the expanse of darkness that domed the desert.
They broke apart, breathing heavily. Sanzo found his hand had migrated underneath Goku’s shirt, rubbing tiny circles into the smooth skin there.
“Are we going to talk about it?” Goku asked, making himself comfortable in Sanzo’s lap, “Or are we gonna do the guy thing?”
“Not talking is fine with me.” Sanzo let his back give out and lay down on the sand, already planning a thorough wash when they went back to camp. Goku’s head was heavy on his chest, but he welcomed the weight.
“There’s gonna be sex, though? ‘cause I really like sex.”
“What happened to not talking about it?”
“I just wanted to make sure. You like Dug, don’t you?”
“I don’t mind the mutt, if he’s clean.” Sanzo considered the Big Dipper. “There will be sex.” Eventually. Perhaps. Maybe. Possibly. He liked the thought of having sex with Goku. It brought warmth to his belly and a host of filthy images into his brain.
“That’s good.” Goku snuffled into Sanzo’s shirt and wiggled. “And I like going to the movies.”
“What for?”
“The sounds.”
“Isn’t that boring?”
“Better than sitting alone. I hate being alone.” Goku’s voice sounded so strange as he made the admission. It gained a tone that Sanzo had difficulty placing until he remembered his own voice when he shared his various acerbic insights.
“Shut up,” he said when the realisation hit.
There was the slight pressure of fingers in the opening of his shirt. “I will pay you back for this,” Goku said. “Not right away, but I will.”
“Don’t.”
“It wouldn’t be right.”
“What wouldn’t? I’ve got tons of money that I never use. I wouldn’t leave you all pathetic in the market. You’d get lost and dead in ten minutes. You’re also not important enough, so this must be about me. In any case. It’s no big deal.”
Goku swallowed the slight easily. “I don’t wanna look like I only like you because you’ve got money.”
“If you were into money, you’d be fucking Homura.”
“Is he rich?”
“Immensely.”
“That means a lot?”
“Next Christmas you are getting a dictionary.”
“I can’t read.”
“They must have dictionaries in Braille.”
“I can’t read Braille.”
“Why, aren’t you blind?”
“I never got round to learning. I don’t do well with sitting still, so I buy audiobooks.”
“That’s got to be useful.”
“How do you know Homura, anyway?”
Sanzo sighed. “A while back I used to go to all the important parties. He’s from a rich family, he’s got a motherload of connections and he is the head of a hundred charities, so naturally he smarms up to everyone who comes from money.”
“I don’t have any.”
“You he wants to fuck. You’re his type.”
“Oh. Do you think he’ll back off now?” Goku asked and though Sanzo had an angry tirade ready, about how was now any different from all those other times, and what exactly was Goku trying to imply by the question, and so on, he couldn’t bring himself to voice it.
“I’ll kill him otherwise,” he said simply. He felt Goku grin against his chest, then move, until they were kissing again. Sanzo wished they could stay there all night, in the sand, trading lazy kisses until the dawn. He was comfortable there, in the dust, surrounded by nothing whatsoever but billions of very tiny pieces of rock and darkness.
Of course, the monkey had to ruin it. “I’m hungry,” he said sitting up.
“Then go eat. What do I care.”
“You should eat, too.”
“Why? I’m not hungry.”
“Yes, you are.”
“And you know this, how?”
“’cuz we haven’t eaten much today, so you’ve gotta be.”
“Not everyone is a bottomless pit of a monkey.”
“I’m not a monkey!”
“Yes, you are.”
Despite the insults, they managed to pick themselves off the sand and, after a perfunctory dust-off headed back towards the camp. Sanzo’s hand was tightly wrapped around Goku’s and, however much he would protest that it was for the cripple’s comfort, it was really for his, and no one else’s. Public displays of anything were never his mode of operation, so when the circle of light from the fire drew near, he moved his hand away and let Goku grasp his shoulder instead.
They walked into the ring around the fire to find that most of the meal had passed them by, but Goku needed only to pout for an additional heap of food to appear out of thin air in front of him.
“Thank you!” He dug into the mound with gusto, offering up bits to Sanzo, who took them without thinking about it.
“So, how did it go?” Gojyo asked, sliding closer to Sanzo and grinning an infuriating grin.
“How did what go?”
“Did you shag? Please tell me you did.”
“How is that any of your business?”
“How is it not any of my business? I have to put up with you! Your sex life is therefore of paramount importance to me.”
“Stick your face into fresh concrete” Sanzo suggested, than returned to his food. Every now and then he would cast a furtive look at Goku, who was stuffing his mouth without a care in the world, and think how very, very screwed he was.
TBC
Rating: none
Pairings: 39, past Sanzo/Koumyou
Genre: AU WAFF
Wordcount: 50k, total.
Warnings: Koumyou is dead. Also, before the pairings squick you out, for the purposes of this fic Koumyou was never Sanzo's father figure. Might contain wacky adventures.
Summary: Sanzo hates the park, Hakkai, Gojyo, people and the world. He likes his OCD and his job as a professional Internet troll. He likes his unapologetic, rampant atheism. The universe sets out to prove him wrong.
Author's Note: Very loosely based on the (awesome and amazing) movie Up! This is actually a “light” version of the bunny – the original explored the pitfalls of reincarnation and crushed your soul.
Two more to go!
Betaed by
kispexi2, who graciously stepped in to help. <3 Thank you, hun!“That’s it!” Sanzo yelled, when the men behind the swords advanced. “Somebody hand me a bazooka!”
“We’re fresh out,” Doku said. “I do have some kitchen spikes though.”
One of the mysterious assailants perked up, a most disquieting sight when a curved sword was in the picture. “Oh? Does that mean we get shish kebabs?”
“If you brought your own supplies. We’ve nowhere near enough food to feed you lot.”
“Sure, have no fear, we’ve got plenty.” The leader of the gang pulled her hood off. “We’re camping here, girls!”
Dark, coarse fabric fluttered to the ground and Sanzo boggled at the multitude of ample bosoms that suddenly appeared from beneath desert wear. Pippi was jingly and she was pink, Lirin and Yaone were busty, but these girls could give them all a run for their money. “What. The. Everloving. Fuck?” he asked.
“Hi! We’re a harem-slash-desert bandits for hire. Belly-dancing school, what have you. We do shows at weddings, birthdays and the occasional bachelor party.” The leader pulled out a card from her sparkling bra and handed it to Sanzo, who, in stupefaction, took it.
“Harem slash desert bandits?”
“The economy has been tough on us all. We needed to branch out.”
“Hey Sanzo, you wouldn’t lie to me, right?” Gojyo asked into Sanzo’s ear.
“Depends.”
“Did we die?”
“Possibly. I seem to be in hell.”
“Oh. Do you think it’s safe to stare?”
“If we’re in hell, Hakkai’s in command.”
“Fair point. Guess it’s an early night for me.” Gojyo sighed and looked at the abundance of scantily clad girls. “Damn.”
It was about that time the squealing started. Sanzo and Gojyo turned, alarmed, then continued each in his own way -- Gojyo into relaxation, Sanzo into fury. There was a crowd of young, nubile women surrounding Goku and Dug, petting the mutt and – this drove Sanzo to a murderous rage -- petting the monkey with equal abandon.
Goku smiled at them and shook hands, but his eyes constantly travelled, as though he was looking for someone amidst the people surrounding him, and with every moment he seemed more uncomfortable and unhappy. Sanzo swallowed. He had an inkling of what was going through Goku’s head, because he had that every moment of every day, whenever he had to spend time with strange people.
Sanzo tried to imagine meeting a few dozen people whom he couldn’t see and who constantly tried to touch him, and tried not to panic at the thought. He strode through the middle of the camp, straight into the cloud of gauze that enveloped the girls and pulled Goku out of their vile clutches. Thankfully his brain was stable enough not to do anything monumentally stupid, like hugging in full view, but his hand closed around Goku’s bicep pretty tightly, as he shoved him without much care into the nearest tent.
“The fuck is wrong with girls, anyway?” he groused, when the pouting and the giggling outside quieted enough for him to assume they had moved on. A peek outside revealed Pippi was herding them back to the carpets on which Dug was sprawled. “They’re insane.”
“They are very nice.” Goku rubbed his shoulder, trying to sound convincing. “They are nice. I just -- it scares me, a little,” he whispered. “There’s too many of them, and I can’t see and it’s just too much sometimes.”
“How the fuck did you stand one of those long enough to be friends with one?”
Goku blinked. “Those?”
“Women,” Sanzo spat.
“Oh, Pippi? She’s really nice and it’s not like I’m scared of people. I like people.”
“So what’s with the panic attack you just had? You can’t tell me all the pink is comfortable. Even I can tell it’s wrong and I’m as queer as a fifty-five pound note, according to Gojyo.”
“It wasn’t a panic attack! And how was I supposed to know about the pink? It ain’t giving sound signals.”
“You’re just gonna have to trust me on this. They are all pink. So’s your girlfriend, by the way.” Sanzo stared at the floor, at the carpets and the sand. Seemed pointless to stand there and just wonder if Goku fancied dicks, so he asked.
Goku giggled. “Dunno. Never thought of it, really.”
“Never thought of it?”
“I like you. Ain’t that answer enough?” Goku said with such a load of brutal honesty that Sanzo could do no more than throw the flap of the tent aside and stride out. He made it all the way around the buzzing fire, and hid himself in the shadow of the tents on the other side before turning and watching Goku emerge, taking slow, measured steps and feeling his way along the fabric.
Pippi was at his side in seconds, joined by Dug, who had to jump over a few harem girls to get there. “Are you okay?” Sanzo assumed she asked, because Goku smiled and turned to the fire and the women who all looked at him.
“Hey, sorry to run out on you. Crowds scare me.”
As one, the pink posse cooed. “Aww, come here, honey. We’ll hug it better.”
Sanzo expected, or perhaps wanted, Goku to decline and run, but he just smiled and let his two helpers sit him down by the fire, among the harem. Sanzo looked away then, eager to leave the camp for a smoke.
“So, how’s your gay agenda?” Someone asked, accompanied by the peal of many small bells.
Sanzo turned, not quite sure what he was hearing. “The fuck?”
“What, ‘excuse me’ is out of fashion in your circles?”
“What do you want?”
“I’m thinking you and I need to have a wee talk,” Pippi said, grasping his arm. Sanzo struggled, but since she was pulling him away from the camp, he figured it was for the best. Besides, her nails were digging into his skin and any attempt to free himself would include torn meat.
“I see you’ve got the hots for Goku,” she said, once the camp noises were just a minor distraction in the distance.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“That ain’t gonna be easy, I can tell. So, how about this: I know karate, punk, and I could kick your puny arse into next week, then back here and then out into the future again. I would, too, so don’t provoke me.”
Sanzo straightened up and glared at the chit of a girl, barely tall enough to stare him in the eye without a major neck-cramp, the girl who was wrapped in pink gauze and jiggling bells -- and she dared to utter threats! “Do you know who I am?” he snarled.
“You could be the emperor of China for all I care, so screw you. I ain’t scared of you. Goku isn’t scared of you, either, and he likes you, so here’s me, talking.”
Sanzo smirked. “You’re going to give me the Don’t Hurt Him speech? You?”
“I love Goku,” Pippi said and Sanzo wondered how easy would it be to dispose of a body in the desert. “We were best friends before we were a couple, and we are best friends now, so here’s the thing: Goku is twelve.”
Sanzo blinked. “What?”
“He’s an absolute retard. His grasp on the real world is tenuous, at best. He’s got no concept of financial planning, the only reason he’s not up to his ears in debt is that his needs come down to food, and his tastes aren’t very refined. He’s book-dumb, he’s naïve and the most he knows about strange people is not to take the candy they offer, and even that depends. He is twelve years old and he needs someone to look out for him.”
“He’s an adult, and I’m not his nanny.”
“No, of course not. I’m just saying this now, so you aren’t surprised later.” Pippi sighed. “Look, he’s an awesome guy. Really. But he’s dumb as bricks when it comes to people, and if he likes you -- which he does -- he’s gonna listen to you. For the record, I’m reserving judgement until I get to know you better.”
“I have no intention of getting to know you better.”
“I don’t care what you think.” Pippi grinned brightly and only the memory of Goku’s ability to dispatch a couple of soldiers without the aid of sight stopped Sanzo from hitting her. Smug little bitch she was, no question about that, but if she was half as well trained as Goku, the risk was high. “Goku is a sweet kid,” she went on, “and I have every intention of keeping my eyes on you.”
“If he’s so fabulous, why did you break up?”
Pippi sighed, again. “Because of the accident, I guess.”
“That’s obnoxious.”
“I know, right?”
“And he’s still so happy to see you? He is dumb as bricks.”
“Okay, first of all: he was the one who broke it off, not me. I wanted to stay. Hell, right now, if we got to talking, we could probably get back together.”
Sanzo considered homicide one more time.
“That’s not gonna happen,” Pippi said and Sanzo relaxed, until her next words. “But he is my best friend. So, you hurt him, I will hurt you.”
“Ha! I’d like to see you try.”
Pippi grinned and her grin turned feral. “Let me tell you, Goku may kick my butt on the training mat, ‘cause he is good, but I am a black belt too and I will want to hurt you, and that I can do miles better than him. I’ll scratch your eyes out to start with and then I will get creative. Are we clear?”
“Screw you and your kind advice!”
“Screw you and your attitude!”
“Go to hell!”
“Likewise!”
Pippi floated off on her pink cloud, looking very satisfied with herself, and Sanzo, thoroughly disturbed, plopped down on the dune, to have a quiet smoke away from the messiness of interpersonal relationships. “Stupid little bitch,” he said out loud, “as if she could tell me what to do.”
He fished out a cigarette from his mangled pack. Now he was starting to remember why he never got involved. People were filthy, annoying creatures, with friends and family, and annoying, bitchy ex-girlfriends – it was probably a huge mistake to get involved with someone who swung both ways, anyway. Only drama lay that way. It would probably be best to just fuck the kid and be done with the whole thing before it even started properly.
Which, of course, it already had, and that was the crux of the problem. Sanzo pressed the heel of his palm into his face, so hard he felt every tiny sting of stubble. He liked Goku already. Hakkai and Gojyo liked Goku. Worse, they liked the idea of him and Goku. He was doomed on that front.
Sanzo heard his name, and then something hit his back and fell on top of him, triggering an avalanche of sand, which he rode all the way to the bottom of the dune. “Fucking Gandhi on a beanpole!”
“What?” Goku giggled and then laughed, then gradually fell silent. Sanzo picked himself up to a sitting position, discarding the stub his cigarette had become.
“How the hell did you get here, without your helpers?”
“Pippi pointed and then I smelled smoke.”
“Good for you.”
Goku crawled over to him, and took a seat at Sanzo’s side. “So, why are you sitting here? They have food. Good food!”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You should eat.”
“Why did you break up with her?”
Goku didn’t seem surprised by the question. He picked at the edge of his shorts, staring at nothing in particular. “Dunno,” he said at last. “I liked being with her.”
Sanzo waited.
“I guess… I guess it was weird to have her mother me. It was annoying to start with, but then once she’d gone to the store, and I went and had a shower and shaved, and when she got back there was a lot of yelling.” Goku smiled at the sky. “So, I told her to take a hike. Pretty much. We planned on taking a year off and travelling at some point, and then the accident happened, and we couldn’t, so that’s where she went.”
Sanzo snorted. “You aren’t much for coherent speech.”
“I know. She’s my best friend.” Goku turned to Sanzo, as though he was willing him to understand. “She looks out for me, ‘cuz I’m a bit of a mess, but it was too weird when I couldn’t see.” He fell silent. “Can I?” he asked all of sudden and Sanzo blinked, only getting it when he saw Goku’s hand inch towards his face.
“Whatever,” he said and breathlessly waited for Goku’s fingers to make contact.
The first touch landed on Sanzo’s hair, smoothing the strands and sliding onto his forehead. Goku traced the ridges of Sanzo’s brows, brushing the pads of his fingers against his eyelids before finding his cheekbones. Sanzo forgot how to breathe when Goku’s questing fingers moved from the tip of his nose his lips, getting slowed by the stubble there and then lower to his chin, and back up his jaw.
Goku rose onto his knees and moved closer, eclipsing the magnificent night sky. The first touch of his lips was hesitant, tender, and thoroughly misplaced. Sanzo snorted into Goku’s collar, out of nervousness and surprise, but then Goku’s mouth trailed lower and the kiss landed on its proper mark.
There were stars overhead, brighter and bolder than Sanzo had ever seen them, more beautiful than what TV had promised them to be. The faint light that the fire cast was no match for the expanse of darkness that domed the desert.
They broke apart, breathing heavily. Sanzo found his hand had migrated underneath Goku’s shirt, rubbing tiny circles into the smooth skin there.
“Are we going to talk about it?” Goku asked, making himself comfortable in Sanzo’s lap, “Or are we gonna do the guy thing?”
“Not talking is fine with me.” Sanzo let his back give out and lay down on the sand, already planning a thorough wash when they went back to camp. Goku’s head was heavy on his chest, but he welcomed the weight.
“There’s gonna be sex, though? ‘cause I really like sex.”
“What happened to not talking about it?”
“I just wanted to make sure. You like Dug, don’t you?”
“I don’t mind the mutt, if he’s clean.” Sanzo considered the Big Dipper. “There will be sex.” Eventually. Perhaps. Maybe. Possibly. He liked the thought of having sex with Goku. It brought warmth to his belly and a host of filthy images into his brain.
“That’s good.” Goku snuffled into Sanzo’s shirt and wiggled. “And I like going to the movies.”
“What for?”
“The sounds.”
“Isn’t that boring?”
“Better than sitting alone. I hate being alone.” Goku’s voice sounded so strange as he made the admission. It gained a tone that Sanzo had difficulty placing until he remembered his own voice when he shared his various acerbic insights.
“Shut up,” he said when the realisation hit.
There was the slight pressure of fingers in the opening of his shirt. “I will pay you back for this,” Goku said. “Not right away, but I will.”
“Don’t.”
“It wouldn’t be right.”
“What wouldn’t? I’ve got tons of money that I never use. I wouldn’t leave you all pathetic in the market. You’d get lost and dead in ten minutes. You’re also not important enough, so this must be about me. In any case. It’s no big deal.”
Goku swallowed the slight easily. “I don’t wanna look like I only like you because you’ve got money.”
“If you were into money, you’d be fucking Homura.”
“Is he rich?”
“Immensely.”
“That means a lot?”
“Next Christmas you are getting a dictionary.”
“I can’t read.”
“They must have dictionaries in Braille.”
“I can’t read Braille.”
“Why, aren’t you blind?”
“I never got round to learning. I don’t do well with sitting still, so I buy audiobooks.”
“That’s got to be useful.”
“How do you know Homura, anyway?”
Sanzo sighed. “A while back I used to go to all the important parties. He’s from a rich family, he’s got a motherload of connections and he is the head of a hundred charities, so naturally he smarms up to everyone who comes from money.”
“I don’t have any.”
“You he wants to fuck. You’re his type.”
“Oh. Do you think he’ll back off now?” Goku asked and though Sanzo had an angry tirade ready, about how was now any different from all those other times, and what exactly was Goku trying to imply by the question, and so on, he couldn’t bring himself to voice it.
“I’ll kill him otherwise,” he said simply. He felt Goku grin against his chest, then move, until they were kissing again. Sanzo wished they could stay there all night, in the sand, trading lazy kisses until the dawn. He was comfortable there, in the dust, surrounded by nothing whatsoever but billions of very tiny pieces of rock and darkness.
Of course, the monkey had to ruin it. “I’m hungry,” he said sitting up.
“Then go eat. What do I care.”
“You should eat, too.”
“Why? I’m not hungry.”
“Yes, you are.”
“And you know this, how?”
“’cuz we haven’t eaten much today, so you’ve gotta be.”
“Not everyone is a bottomless pit of a monkey.”
“I’m not a monkey!”
“Yes, you are.”
Despite the insults, they managed to pick themselves off the sand and, after a perfunctory dust-off headed back towards the camp. Sanzo’s hand was tightly wrapped around Goku’s and, however much he would protest that it was for the cripple’s comfort, it was really for his, and no one else’s. Public displays of anything were never his mode of operation, so when the circle of light from the fire drew near, he moved his hand away and let Goku grasp his shoulder instead.
They walked into the ring around the fire to find that most of the meal had passed them by, but Goku needed only to pout for an additional heap of food to appear out of thin air in front of him.
“Thank you!” He dug into the mound with gusto, offering up bits to Sanzo, who took them without thinking about it.
“So, how did it go?” Gojyo asked, sliding closer to Sanzo and grinning an infuriating grin.
“How did what go?”
“Did you shag? Please tell me you did.”
“How is that any of your business?”
“How is it not any of my business? I have to put up with you! Your sex life is therefore of paramount importance to me.”
“Stick your face into fresh concrete” Sanzo suggested, than returned to his food. Every now and then he would cast a furtive look at Goku, who was stuffing his mouth without a care in the world, and think how very, very screwed he was.
TBC
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Date: 2010-10-27 06:04 pm (UTC)*waits (not very) patiently for moar*
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Date: 2010-10-30 12:20 pm (UTC)Yay!
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