A/N: Disclaimer: Saiyuki isn't mine! Wah!
For reasons hitherto unexplained, I've just been finding a lot of role-reversal fics more blatantly along these lines and thus got minorly inspired. A three-person conversation as heard from behind a closed door one morning. Just because I thought it up, and would like to see Gojyo with sex hair. He freakin' never has tangles! Language and shounen-ai warnings. Also, I used U.S. currency just 'cause I didn't feel like looking up yen conversions. That's me being lazy ^.^
Enjoy
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"Damn it, kappa, can't you ever just go to sleep?"
"What? I like my exercise."
"Ch."
"What I think he's saying is, you could try to be a little less...vocal, Gojyo."
Low, pleased laughter. "Was I keeping the great Sanzo-sama awake?"
"Not to mention me."
Another laugh. "Well, that goes without saying."
"The last thing I want to hear just before falling asleep is your voice."
"Think of it as a warning noise before the bed breaks through the wall."
Disgusted snort. "Hakkai's not that strong."
A very, very long pause.
"What makes you think...?"
Soft, placating laughter. "Please, Sanzo..."
The sound of paper rustling and a slow outrush of breath. "I don't mean to underestimate you, Hakkai."
"Hakkai, what's he talking about?" Another pause. "Hakkai!"
Snort. "You healed it before he woke up, didn't you?"
Nervous laughter. "Sanzo, you didn't have to bring this up..."
A demanding growl. "Hakkai..."
"Eh, Gojyo, do you remember how much you drank last night?"
"Oh, fuck." The soft sounds of fabric moving. "Damn' bouzu..."
A jaw hitting the floor.
"Told you."
The door opens and Sanzo strolls out, folding a twenty and stuffing it into his robes. Behind him, Hakkai stares open-mouthed at Gojyo, who puts his head on his hand and huffs dejectedly, ripping pieces out of Sanzo's discarded newspaper.
A little gambling never hurt anyone.
For reasons hitherto unexplained, I've just been finding a lot of role-reversal fics more blatantly along these lines and thus got minorly inspired. A three-person conversation as heard from behind a closed door one morning. Just because I thought it up, and would like to see Gojyo with sex hair. He freakin' never has tangles! Language and shounen-ai warnings. Also, I used U.S. currency just 'cause I didn't feel like looking up yen conversions. That's me being lazy ^.^
Enjoy
***
"Damn it, kappa, can't you ever just go to sleep?"
"What? I like my exercise."
"Ch."
"What I think he's saying is, you could try to be a little less...vocal, Gojyo."
Low, pleased laughter. "Was I keeping the great Sanzo-sama awake?"
"Not to mention me."
Another laugh. "Well, that goes without saying."
"The last thing I want to hear just before falling asleep is your voice."
"Think of it as a warning noise before the bed breaks through the wall."
Disgusted snort. "Hakkai's not that strong."
A very, very long pause.
"What makes you think...?"
Soft, placating laughter. "Please, Sanzo..."
The sound of paper rustling and a slow outrush of breath. "I don't mean to underestimate you, Hakkai."
"Hakkai, what's he talking about?" Another pause. "Hakkai!"
Snort. "You healed it before he woke up, didn't you?"
Nervous laughter. "Sanzo, you didn't have to bring this up..."
A demanding growl. "Hakkai..."
"Eh, Gojyo, do you remember how much you drank last night?"
"Oh, fuck." The soft sounds of fabric moving. "Damn' bouzu..."
A jaw hitting the floor.
"Told you."
The door opens and Sanzo strolls out, folding a twenty and stuffing it into his robes. Behind him, Hakkai stares open-mouthed at Gojyo, who puts his head on his hand and huffs dejectedly, ripping pieces out of Sanzo's discarded newspaper.
A little gambling never hurt anyone.