Fic snippets: Hakkai/Gojyo, Zakuro/Kou

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for metal_dog5 - Hakkai/Gojyo, snug.




"Are you getting in soon?" Hakkai said. He was sitting in bed, a book propped against his raised knees. His glasses had slipped a little. Gojyo stretched out on the couch and yawned, watching him.

"Yeah, in a minute."

"Don't be long."

Gojyo padded to the bathroom. He peed and wondered if he should brush his teeth. It'd make his bedtime glass of beer taste weird. But then, he'd have a mouth like a dragon's armpit in the morning, not a nice thing to wake up to. He cleaned his teeth and put his brush back in the glass, next to Hakkai's. Maybe he wouldn't have beer tonight anyhow. It wouldn't be too pleasant for Hakkai either.

He undressed next to the bed. Hakkai put his book and glasses on the bedside table and slid down under the blankets; he always slept nearest the window. They both usually slept in the same position, curled in the same direction every night.

Gojyo inched nearer, so that the tip of his nose pressed against Hakkai's t-shirt. Warmth from Hakkai's skin seeped across the air between them. Being in bed with Hakkai was the warmest he'd ever been. He wanted to press and push down into it. Instead he pillowed his head on his arm and wriggled himself comfortable until Hakkai made a sound and pressed cold toes to Gojyo's shin.

"You're worse than a dragon," Hakkai mumbled, in a sleepy complaining tone.

I love you, Gojyo thought, staring at the curve of Hakkai's neck where his t-shirt sagged. He edged nearer. "Yeah, sorry."

Maybe they should stop sharing a bed one day. Maybe they should start sharing one properly.



For kispexi - Kou/Zakuro - an illusion gone wrong.




Zakuro was sitting on a stump, hunched over a sandwich and with a magazine balanced on his knees. He didn't look up, not even when Kou snapped a twig with his foot.

"Hey," Kou said, from across the small clearing.

Zakuro twisted round and almost toppled off his stump. "Oh, shit," he said, through a mouthful of food.

"What the hell's going on. You've joined up with Sanzo now?"

Zakuro tossed his magazine aside and stood, flapping his coat behind him. He waved his arm. "No! Never."

"You have. They told me."

"It is not true, my diminutive yet powerful Lordship. They lie. It is an enemy lie."

"I'm not diminutive. You're coming back to Houtou with me. Maybe the Princess can get some sense out of you."

He didn't actually mean it. He wouldn't throw his most hated enemy to Gyokumen. Well, actually she had him already. Or he had her. He shivered at the idea. Zakuro frowned, then smiled horribly and shook his fist.

"I fear you are confused, Lord—Sanzo!"

The ground wobbled a bit and Kou got a horrible tight feeling in his nether regions. It suddenly got really hot.

"What the hell?" Kou said, looking down at himself. He was swamped in an itchy woollen robe and he was apparently wearing the most uncomfortable underwear ever. Good grief, did Sanzo really wear fundoshi? The small bamboo breastplate rattled on his chest as he moved his arms.

"Ahaha," Zakuro said. "You are hopelessly confused, my goodly priest, and you will make your way back whence you came. Leaving me in peace, by the way. I have more lunch to eat."

Kou stared at him, then snapped his fingers. The clothes disappeared and Zakuro wilted.

"Oh, damn. My clever plan has been foiled," he said, drooping more. "My fate is sealed. In my own blood, if you send me to the princess!"

Kou scratched his head. This was awkward. "Hmm, well, maybe we don't have to go that far. It was a good disguise," he said. "Although, tell me something."

"I will tell you anything, my lord."

"...How do you know what sort of underwear Genjyo Sanzo Houshi wears?"

"Anything but that."