Skills on sale?
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keire_keI'm not doing NaNo, in the end. Mostly because I was a moron and completely forgot about it. XD I need to get better organizational skills. Is anyone holding a garage sale, by any chance?
One other thing I need to do, is start reading the Bible. I have to read until the book of Ruth before the 16th, so I'd better get started, but I can't bring myself to do it. Not a fun reading, that.
Sanzo woke up the following morning to find Goku snuggled to his chest and purring in his sleep. “What am I, catnip?” he asked pushing the companion away. He got up and spent the next five minutes figuring what the hell was wrong with him. The sun was high in the sky – he normally woke up at dawn. He was warm, when he normally shivered underneath the covers. He was relaxed, when the days usually were a reprieve from the dark nights.
He couldn’t be all because of the little moron, could it?
“Breakfast?” was the first sound Goku uttered when he woke up, a short time later. Sanzo gave him a look over the papers he was looking through.
“What the hell do you want now?”
“Food. I’m hungry!”
Sanzo looked at the plate of dry toast sitting next to him. “There’s toast. Help yourself.”
Goku got out of bed, stretched long enough for Sanzo to get an eyeful, and shrugged his robe on. He wandered over to the desk and stared at the browned pieces of bread. Eventually he picked one up and bit off a piece theatrically. He chewed for a moment, swallowed and made a face.
“You call this food? It’s only a step up from the paper.” Goku reached for the bell by the desk and, accompanied by an indignant question from his grace, rang it energetically. It was only a few moments before a butler appeared. Sanzo valued professionalism and rapid response; this applied to all of his staff.
“How may I be of service, your grace?” the butler asked with a bow.
Goku grabbed the piece of toast Sanzo was munching on and returned it to the plate. He then handed the plate to the butler. “If it’s not too much trouble, can we have some real breakfast? I’m hungry. And Sanzo’d love some fresh juice.”
“No, he wouldn’t.”
“I’m horribly hungry,” Goku confessed to the butler, ignoring the duke completely.
“Since his grace is rather singular in his approach to food, I’m certain something can be done about it immediately, sir.” To Sanzo’s irritation, he seemed to wink at the monkey.
“Great!”
True to his word, the butler reappeared mere minutes later, followed by a maid, both carrying heavy loaded trays. “The cook was experimenting with rolls this week,” he announced as the maid put down a tray, which, to Sanzo’s eyes held a selection of pastries fit to feed an army, a saucer of preserves, a butter dish and a couple of knives. And then there was a vase of soup, the damned juice, a selection of items he dimly recalled ignoring on official breakfasts, fruit and eggs.
And damn if the monkey didn’t look delighted. He was already munching on a roll and grinning at the butler. “These are great! The cook did a brilliant job.” Sanzo watched the bread disappear, almost too fast, even though these were small rolls.
“I’ll be sure to pass on the compliments.”
“See, this is breakfast,” Goku told Sanzo when they were left to their meal. “Not the paper toast.” He was already balancing the bowl in one hand and gesturing animatedly with the other. He seated himself before Sanzo, almost, but not quite, on the very important documents. His feet rested on the side of Sanzo’s chair, close enough that Sanzo could feel them against his thigh.
The words “insolent brat” flashed through Sanzo’s head, and whatever good thoughts he had of Hakkai the previous night evaporated.
“Are you having fun?” he asked dryly, running his fingers up Goku’s naked calf, to the edge of the robe and then reaching to the trays on the desk. With reluctance he picked one of the famous rolls and dipped it in butter.
Hm, he considered as he chewed. Maybe the cook did deserve a raise.
“You aren’t?” A wicked spark danced in Goku’s eyes. “I guess I’m not trying hard enough.”
How the fuck did this happen, Sanzo reflected a moment later. It must have been Hakkai’s fault, he reasoned as his mouth wandered after an unruly drop of jam down Goku’s bare chest, catching it just above the bellybutton.
“You should eat more,” Goku told him, taking Sanzo’s head in hands. “You’re skinny.” He managed to be quite articulate even with a bread roll between his teeth. It was disgusting. Sanzo balked at the thought of being fed mouth to mouth. The whore really didn’t know his place. Sanzo glowered at the beaming Goku, as he chewed the pastry. Little, smug bastard. Sanzo dipped his head to taste the skin of the companion’s neck.
The pastries really were good, he realised as he swallowed the last of it. Sanzo cast a wary look at the tray when he noticed Goku’s hands wandering. He needn’t have worried. Even with a smooth golden shoulder obscuring his view he could see there were enough to feed them both. And if he asked, not that he would, the cook would make fresh ones especially for him. It didn’t stop him from grabbing that greedy paw and lacing their fingers together.
Goku laughed and Sanzo pulled him off the desk and into his lap. No insolent golden-eyed monkey would be laughing at him, thank you very much, even if he had to find ways to keep its mouth occupied. Luckily, he could think of a few ways to accomplish that.
xxx.XXX.xxx
Sanzo didn’t get much done during the day. The idiot monkey always found a way to keep him distracted from his work. Usually by being too loud and obnoxious. Sanzo gritted his teeth and made a mental note to get Hakkai to pay for the time he wasted keeping the whore occupied.
It wasn’t like he didn’t fight it. He tried, after breakfast, to suggest Goku went and checked if he wasn’t busy in the library, or dying in the gardens. He never was. At some point even Sanzo had to admit defeat, in the face of such utter stupidity, and allow the companion to drag him to bed, where they spent most of the time.
And it was, Sanzo barely dared to think it, as it would mean Hakkai was to be thanked, pleasant. Goku exuded warmth, and when he was wrapped around Sanzo it felt as if that warmth seeped through his skin, into his bones, to the core of his being.
“More convenient than a sauna,” Sanzo muttered, throwing an arm over his eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
They rarely left the bed, so when Goku sat up as the shadows in the room became more pronounced, Sanzo had to look up.
“This late already?” Goku said looking out the window. “Damn, I lost track of time. I must be going.”
“Finally,” Sanzo muttered, getting out of bed. He started to look for his clothes, which was quite a challenge. How did his shirt get onto the curtain rail, of all places?
Goku left for the bathroom to freshen up and returned ten minutes later, looking more boyish than he really should. Sanzo, by now, had intimate knowledge of just how much of a man Goku was, but when he was wearing a plain shirt and pants, with beads of water glistening in his tousled hair, he looked like he was still waiting for the final growth spurt.
“It was great to meet you,” Goku told Sanzo sincerely, folding the bathrobe into his trunk. Sanzo snorted and called for a servant to carry the companion’s luggage downstairs. He followed the small procession downstairs, watching Goku exchange words of welcome with the driver of the coach, which apparently arrived at some point during the day and was waiting ever since.
“Goodbye Sanzo,” Goku said, standing on his toes to press a kiss to Sanzo’s mouth. “I had a great time.”
Sanzo made a noncommittal noise and looked to the side. He looked back in time to see Goku wave at him one last time from the coach’s window. Then he was gone.
Sanzo returned to his room and sorted through the papers on the desk and those that fell while the desk was used otherwise. Still so much of the bullshit to sort through. Farmers demanding protection from mercenaries, who demanded money, for fighting for whatever reasons… Idiots the lot of them. At least the whore was gone, so he could focus on work. He sat down and started on the first letter of the pile.
Ten minutes later Sanzo sent the butler to the kitchen, to fetch a plate of bread rolls.
One other thing I need to do, is start reading the Bible. I have to read until the book of Ruth before the 16th, so I'd better get started, but I can't bring myself to do it. Not a fun reading, that.
Sanzo woke up the following morning to find Goku snuggled to his chest and purring in his sleep. “What am I, catnip?” he asked pushing the companion away. He got up and spent the next five minutes figuring what the hell was wrong with him. The sun was high in the sky – he normally woke up at dawn. He was warm, when he normally shivered underneath the covers. He was relaxed, when the days usually were a reprieve from the dark nights.
He couldn’t be all because of the little moron, could it?
“Breakfast?” was the first sound Goku uttered when he woke up, a short time later. Sanzo gave him a look over the papers he was looking through.
“What the hell do you want now?”
“Food. I’m hungry!”
Sanzo looked at the plate of dry toast sitting next to him. “There’s toast. Help yourself.”
Goku got out of bed, stretched long enough for Sanzo to get an eyeful, and shrugged his robe on. He wandered over to the desk and stared at the browned pieces of bread. Eventually he picked one up and bit off a piece theatrically. He chewed for a moment, swallowed and made a face.
“You call this food? It’s only a step up from the paper.” Goku reached for the bell by the desk and, accompanied by an indignant question from his grace, rang it energetically. It was only a few moments before a butler appeared. Sanzo valued professionalism and rapid response; this applied to all of his staff.
“How may I be of service, your grace?” the butler asked with a bow.
Goku grabbed the piece of toast Sanzo was munching on and returned it to the plate. He then handed the plate to the butler. “If it’s not too much trouble, can we have some real breakfast? I’m hungry. And Sanzo’d love some fresh juice.”
“No, he wouldn’t.”
“I’m horribly hungry,” Goku confessed to the butler, ignoring the duke completely.
“Since his grace is rather singular in his approach to food, I’m certain something can be done about it immediately, sir.” To Sanzo’s irritation, he seemed to wink at the monkey.
“Great!”
True to his word, the butler reappeared mere minutes later, followed by a maid, both carrying heavy loaded trays. “The cook was experimenting with rolls this week,” he announced as the maid put down a tray, which, to Sanzo’s eyes held a selection of pastries fit to feed an army, a saucer of preserves, a butter dish and a couple of knives. And then there was a vase of soup, the damned juice, a selection of items he dimly recalled ignoring on official breakfasts, fruit and eggs.
And damn if the monkey didn’t look delighted. He was already munching on a roll and grinning at the butler. “These are great! The cook did a brilliant job.” Sanzo watched the bread disappear, almost too fast, even though these were small rolls.
“I’ll be sure to pass on the compliments.”
“See, this is breakfast,” Goku told Sanzo when they were left to their meal. “Not the paper toast.” He was already balancing the bowl in one hand and gesturing animatedly with the other. He seated himself before Sanzo, almost, but not quite, on the very important documents. His feet rested on the side of Sanzo’s chair, close enough that Sanzo could feel them against his thigh.
The words “insolent brat” flashed through Sanzo’s head, and whatever good thoughts he had of Hakkai the previous night evaporated.
“Are you having fun?” he asked dryly, running his fingers up Goku’s naked calf, to the edge of the robe and then reaching to the trays on the desk. With reluctance he picked one of the famous rolls and dipped it in butter.
Hm, he considered as he chewed. Maybe the cook did deserve a raise.
“You aren’t?” A wicked spark danced in Goku’s eyes. “I guess I’m not trying hard enough.”
How the fuck did this happen, Sanzo reflected a moment later. It must have been Hakkai’s fault, he reasoned as his mouth wandered after an unruly drop of jam down Goku’s bare chest, catching it just above the bellybutton.
“You should eat more,” Goku told him, taking Sanzo’s head in hands. “You’re skinny.” He managed to be quite articulate even with a bread roll between his teeth. It was disgusting. Sanzo balked at the thought of being fed mouth to mouth. The whore really didn’t know his place. Sanzo glowered at the beaming Goku, as he chewed the pastry. Little, smug bastard. Sanzo dipped his head to taste the skin of the companion’s neck.
The pastries really were good, he realised as he swallowed the last of it. Sanzo cast a wary look at the tray when he noticed Goku’s hands wandering. He needn’t have worried. Even with a smooth golden shoulder obscuring his view he could see there were enough to feed them both. And if he asked, not that he would, the cook would make fresh ones especially for him. It didn’t stop him from grabbing that greedy paw and lacing their fingers together.
Goku laughed and Sanzo pulled him off the desk and into his lap. No insolent golden-eyed monkey would be laughing at him, thank you very much, even if he had to find ways to keep its mouth occupied. Luckily, he could think of a few ways to accomplish that.
xxx.XXX.xxx
Sanzo didn’t get much done during the day. The idiot monkey always found a way to keep him distracted from his work. Usually by being too loud and obnoxious. Sanzo gritted his teeth and made a mental note to get Hakkai to pay for the time he wasted keeping the whore occupied.
It wasn’t like he didn’t fight it. He tried, after breakfast, to suggest Goku went and checked if he wasn’t busy in the library, or dying in the gardens. He never was. At some point even Sanzo had to admit defeat, in the face of such utter stupidity, and allow the companion to drag him to bed, where they spent most of the time.
And it was, Sanzo barely dared to think it, as it would mean Hakkai was to be thanked, pleasant. Goku exuded warmth, and when he was wrapped around Sanzo it felt as if that warmth seeped through his skin, into his bones, to the core of his being.
“More convenient than a sauna,” Sanzo muttered, throwing an arm over his eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
They rarely left the bed, so when Goku sat up as the shadows in the room became more pronounced, Sanzo had to look up.
“This late already?” Goku said looking out the window. “Damn, I lost track of time. I must be going.”
“Finally,” Sanzo muttered, getting out of bed. He started to look for his clothes, which was quite a challenge. How did his shirt get onto the curtain rail, of all places?
Goku left for the bathroom to freshen up and returned ten minutes later, looking more boyish than he really should. Sanzo, by now, had intimate knowledge of just how much of a man Goku was, but when he was wearing a plain shirt and pants, with beads of water glistening in his tousled hair, he looked like he was still waiting for the final growth spurt.
“It was great to meet you,” Goku told Sanzo sincerely, folding the bathrobe into his trunk. Sanzo snorted and called for a servant to carry the companion’s luggage downstairs. He followed the small procession downstairs, watching Goku exchange words of welcome with the driver of the coach, which apparently arrived at some point during the day and was waiting ever since.
“Goodbye Sanzo,” Goku said, standing on his toes to press a kiss to Sanzo’s mouth. “I had a great time.”
Sanzo made a noncommittal noise and looked to the side. He looked back in time to see Goku wave at him one last time from the coach’s window. Then he was gone.
Sanzo returned to his room and sorted through the papers on the desk and those that fell while the desk was used otherwise. Still so much of the bullshit to sort through. Farmers demanding protection from mercenaries, who demanded money, for fighting for whatever reasons… Idiots the lot of them. At least the whore was gone, so he could focus on work. He sat down and started on the first letter of the pile.
Ten minutes later Sanzo sent the butler to the kitchen, to fetch a plate of bread rolls.
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Date: 2007-11-04 01:52 am (UTC)BUT! This part was lovely! <3 I loved the idea of the two of them sharing breakfast, and how Goku managed to incorporate his sexiness into it too. *laughs*
I loved them and their spending all day in bed together. There was something endearing and brain-breaking all at the same time about it. So hot!
And the ending! I loved how Sanzo got the rolls and was pretending like he wasn't thinking of Goku as he was eating them. Ha ha! Pwned already, aren't you Sanzo?
Great part! <3 <3
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Date: 2007-11-04 11:41 am (UTC)You know how Goku is with food. :D And feeding the sack of bones that Sanzo is must be a challenging concept. Not that it's much of a challenge when Goku is sitting on the desk, with that heavy robe half-open and licking jam of his fingers. *grins*
Sanzo had to cave and spend the day entertaining Goku - it wouldn't do for the whore to get bored, he could mess up his papers and everything! Sanzo had to sacrifice his precious time to keep him contained. XD *pats Sanzo* Poor guy. He's so owned.
Goku is a little tease. He gave Sanzo a taste and now Sanzo will be craving a repeat performance. ^_______^
Thank you!
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Date: 2007-11-05 04:45 pm (UTC)Goku: *ponders* Now how can I get Sanzo to eat something? *ponders more* EUREKA! *runs into Sanzo's office*
Sanzo: *looks up grumpily* What the hell do you want now?
Goku: *grabs food and starts smearing it on himself* Aren't you hungry, Sanzo? *sexy purr*
Sanzo: o__O *tummy growls*
Goku: *smile*
XDD
Yes, of course. That's the only reason that Sanzo spent all day sexing Goku up and cuddling in bed with him. He just wanted to keep him...out of trouble! Yeah! That's it! *giggle*
But of course he will be! And then he'll feel compelled to own Goku so that he can make sure he's there any time the craving starts acting up. Like, on stand-by or something. *giggles again*
You're welcome! <3 <3
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Date: 2007-11-05 06:12 pm (UTC)You know Sanzo will never make an effort to get something, even if it's something he wants, if he isn't bullied into it first. XD So, a confident Goku can only be good for him. Not that I think he's much of a bully - he's too adorkable for that. :)
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Date: 2007-11-06 02:51 pm (UTC)Adorkable! That's like, the best word I've ever heard to describe Goku! And I agree...he wouldn't even be a bully when he was confident. He'd refer to it as a 'nudge' in teh right direction, wouldn't you say? *laughs*
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Date: 2007-11-04 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-04 11:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-05 12:17 am (UTC)was thinking that sanzo wouldnt be able to get anything done
- even more - as he would be thinking of goku
the companion
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Date: 2007-11-05 02:02 pm (UTC)Sanzo will certainly be remembering the gift for a long while, that's for sure. Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2007-11-05 11:54 am (UTC)NaNo is so crappily organized this year that I'm sure you could join now if you wanted to. If you did it last year, you'll be registered anyway.
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Date: 2007-11-05 02:09 pm (UTC)I am so behind with the writing... I will try to write in November, butlet's face it: I haven't ever written a fic that'd reach 50K. So...
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Date: 2007-11-05 03:06 pm (UTC)Sometimes you just wanna shake KM, don't you? :-)
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Date: 2007-11-05 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-06 08:33 am (UTC)Oh, absolutely! I mean - why else tell us stuff like Sanzo doesn't wear underwear?
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Date: 2008-01-26 09:33 pm (UTC)Loved the bit about the breadrolls :P
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