You Know You Wanna
Saiyuki AU
Word Count: 1,804
AN: For Jakondas's Birthday!!
There's a fine line between wanting to kill somebody and wanting to fuck them through the floor boards. At the moment, Gojyo wasn't sure which side of that line he was on. The pretty blond sat in front of him, yukata hanging off of on well muscled lean shoulder like the morning mist on a blade of grass, the overly long pipe clutched between ivory teeth like all he wanted to do was snap the thing in half and spit the razor sharp porcelain pieces strait at him. Even the ebony eye patch obscuring the angry violet of his right eye didn't detract from the finely boned nose and cheeks. If it wasn't for the damnable scowl and pissy attitude, Gojyo definitely would have leaned towards the quick screw in the back room side. But as things stood now…
"You've got to be kidding me," the blond spat out angrily.
"Hey, don't get all mad at me, I'm not the one who came up with the stupid idea in the first place."
Gojyo leaned back against the shoji frame and rubbed a long fingered hand over the pristine white handkerchief holding the hair back from his eyes, the move causing the muscles in his arm and stomach the clench and unclench under the surface of the skin.
"You're going along with it though," the other man accused him.
"Yeah well, compared to him, you're not that scary." Gojyo threw back at him. Verbal sparing or physical sparing, it was all the same to him, though he was really starting to fixate on the idea of physical sparing with this one.
"How the hell can that, that…man, be so damn threatening to you?! I could take him out in a second." Gojyo smiled cockily at him which just pissed him off even more.
*snort*
"You haven't the slightest idea, do you? That man single handedly took out an entire yakuza family a year ago. He pulled all of us out of the gutters and made us a clan. You could try to touch him, but I'd kill you before you could get within ten feet of him."
A violet eye narrowed down to a calculating slit, "You love him that much?"
Gojyo shrugged, "It's not a matter of love, not even of respect or owing him something, it's just him. We would all tell you the same thing. His rule is absolute, but he never takes advantage of it. He's scary because he's a strategist. He'd have no problem working out the math to say your life isn't worth our spit, or he could forget the math and destroy a village full of children to save someone he thought was worthy. That's just the kind of man he is."
"And because of that, you're agreeing to this?"
"Sure. I see where he's coming from. An alliance will strengthen your arms and supply us with the connections we need to go legit. Since you're not a chick we won't have to worry about any more bastard kids or all that petty female crap. It's a bit rough around here, but you seem capable enough. I shouldn't have to hold your hand for too long, now should I?"
He seethed, the man was infuriating, making him sound like a week-willed female that couldn't stand on his own.
"I've taken down bigger ass-holes than you, pissant. Try anything stupid and I'll show you why I'm known as a God's favorite."
"Ah, and here a thought you were a princess, Sanzo-sama~." Gojyo drawled lazily, pushing off of the wall and stalking over to the still sitting man.
"I wonder just what else about you, other than your looks, is like a woman's?" He mumbled, lightly fingering a strand of the white-blond hair.
Sanzo slapped his hand away angrily and stood in one fluid movement. He'd have grabbed the front of Gojyo's shirt of he'd had bothered wearing one, as it was his fingers slipped over the slightly damp skin of the man's bared chest and buried themselves in the limp ruby locks of shoulder length hair. Jerking sharply he scowled up into Gojyo's amused face, hissing as he pushed the man back against the door frame.
"You even try it and you'll be the one screwed, you got that cockroach?!"
"Hmmm…might be worth the risk."
Sanzo blanched, jaw working as he tried to keep from punching the guy in the face, "You are one sick freak."
"You have no idea." Gojyo muttered snarkily.
*Ahem*
"Should I leave you two alone a bit longer?" Two heads turned towards the lightly lilting voice on the far side of the room.
"Yo, 'Kai. Things done on your end?"
"Why yes, thank you for asking, Gojyo." Chipped emerald eyes turned and focused fully on Sanzo, narrowing slightly at the partially cocked fist and death grip he had on the Gojyo's hair.
"If you'd be so kind, Genjo Sanzo, I'd appreciate if you let Gojyo down. Now." A moon pale hand slowly eased the thin, wire rimmed spectacles back up the finely chiseled nose. Sanzo felt a shiver run through him. This man was dangerous.
Loosening his grip he felt Gojyo flex his shoulders and neck, a hand easing tense muscles as a lazy grin spread across his features.
"Ah, we were just getting acquainted, 'Kai, no need to spoil the mood."
"I know what your 'getting acquainted with' are like, Gojyo, and I do believe our newest member of the family would shoot you rather than submit to your attentions."
"But that's just it…we're family now, aren't we? He should pitch in then."
"That's only between us, Gojyo, you know that."
"Ha~kkai~!!"
"Shit. Fucking kid's at it again. Yo, princess, you go deal with him, I've got family matters to attend to, right Hakkai?"
Hakkai breathed out a long suffering sigh as Gojyo draped an arm across his shoulders and turned them effortlessly from the room.
"Princess, he's all yours." Gojyo winked at him, waving a hand over his shoulder and laughing openly at something Hakkai said about dysfunctional families and not enough family planning counselors being available to him.
Sanzo just stared at the two in disbelief, he wasn't sure what their relationship was, but as the screen door sprang open and a barreling amber…thing…hit him square in the chest he found he really didn't have the time to think about it.
"Huh? Who're you? Where's Hakkai-mama?"
"Hakkai…mama?!" Sanzo squeaked.
"Yeah, he and Gojyo-papa were supposed to tell me a bed-time story. Who're you?"
There was a definite pause of uncomfortable silence as Sanzo struggled with both the ungodly weight of the big-eyed golden kid sitting on his chest and the mind-damaging image of 'mama' and 'papa' taking care of 'family matters'.
"Fuck, I don't even want to know." He grumbled, absently shaking his head.
"Ow!!" Sanzo clutched at the right side near his temple.
"Oops, sorry. It looked so shinny."
"Fucking kid. Do. Not. Do. That. Again. Who are you anyways?"
"Goku!! My name's Goku! Who are you?" Said Goku scrambled off his bruised chest and sat blinking up at him as he struggled to his feet.
"Sanzo." He stated flatly, looking for a way out of the room.
*hehe* "Sanzo! SAN~ZO~~!!!" He giggled sing-song like.
"Tch. What?"
"Hey, play with me!" Goku reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him along into the corridor.
"What the fuck for?"
"Because, I'm soooo bored! Come on, I'll show you around. You're new right? Right?! I know! You can sleep with me!!" Goku was bouncing with excitement, he'd never had a roommate before.
Sanzo blanched again and fought against the teens' grip, but it was too strong.
"No way!"
"Ah, come on, it'll be fun!"
"No! God dammit, is everyone here a fucking idiot?!" He cursed.
"You'll like it; I'm in the west wing. Hakkai-mama said it was full of earth chi. You'll definitely like it."
"No I will not, and will you stop climing through windows?! What are you, a fucking monkey or something?!" Sanzo continued to grumble and curse the entire way through the house and across the well-manicured lawns. Somehow he was sure that between the idiot monkey boy, the perverted cockroach, and that scary-assed freak with the glasses, he'd never have another peaceful day for as long as he'd live.
As Goku pulled him half-way through the lily pond he slammed his teeth down on the edge of the pipe again. At least he had his smokes. He could handle anything as long as he had them.
Stopping their reckless headlong run to wherever he cursed himself, for one mortifying moment that had almost made him smile. He had to be careful; these people were dangerous after all. They weren't his friends, he was here to save his father, not hang around with a bunch of reject losers.
"Oh! And Sanzo! San~zo~~~!!!"
"What?!" He flung angrily at the boy.
"Umm…we'll help you find him, you know."
"What?" He asked icily, eyes narrowing at the embarrassed blush seeping across the tan features.
"We'll, um, you know. We'll help you. You're family now and we never leave family." Bright golden eyes blinked up at him as a smaller, powerfully compact hand took his and squeezed lightly.
"…."
"Oh! And in the spring there are cherry blossoms everywhere!!!" Goku turned and continued on through the yard, pulling a dazed, and slightly less pissed Sanzo along after him.
"Family, huh?" Goku heard Sanzo mutter under his breath and smiled tenderly, it was a start. He could work with that.
***
"You think the kid'll be alright?" Gojyo flopped down on the futon and glanced up at Hakkai.
"Yes. I think Goku's the only person he'll listen too at the moment."
"That was mean though, 'Kai. Threatening his clan like that."
Hakkai smiled pleasantly and sank down next to Gojyo, fingers pushing the handkerchief off of the silky ruby strands and carding through their lengths.
"His father is well known in our world and his disappearance is a fearful thing for all of us, Gojyo. My…threat, as you call it, was merely the accumulation of all my underworld knowledge and a few well placed names in the government. How they interpreted it was up to them."
Gojyo smiled broadly and wrapped his arms around the smaller man, pulling him in close he placed his chin on Hakkai's head and chuckled.
"Yep, you are one scary mother-fucker."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Well, I'd rather you play the mom, but if you want…"
Hakkai laughed softly, "Well, if you insist, dear…"
Their family problems might just be starting, but Hakkai felt optimistic for once. If they were together, they might just solve this mystery. He hoped anyways; for all their sakes.
TBC.