it was a request, originally. now it is spawning other plot!bunnies...guess i am starting another fandom... -fireun


The sun was at its highest, smiling all too warmly down upon the shabby inn. The street below was filled with loud, laughing children. Two strikes against any chance of one of Genjo Sanzo's elusive, short lived, tolerant moods. And there was only one cigarette left, which was pretty much the last nail in the coffin.

One cigarette and two smokers, to elaborate.

Gojyo was sure he noticed the problem first, sneaking a sideways glance towards the reclining monk before reaching for the crumpled pack on the table.

Fwap.

Apparently Sanzo was not as thoroughly engaged in his newspaper as he appeared.

"The hell!" Gojyo snapped, shaking his hand. That fan had come out of nowhere.

To add to the offense, Sanzo reached out, nonchalantly, never taking his eyes off of his paper, and pulled the very cigarette that had been Gojyo's goal free from is packaging, and lifted it to his mouth.

"No way." Gojyo snarled. "No fucking way."

"Get your own." Sanzo muttered.

Gojyo didn't really hear the words. He was too busy being distracted by the motion of the man's mouth around the cigarette he so desperately wanted…last cigarette…

"What the hell are you doing?"

Oh. Well. That was awkward and disturbing, all at once. On a bright note, he had his mouth around the cigarette. On a slightly not so bright note, that brought his lips in contact with Sanzo's. Which was distinctly problematic, as Goyjo was sure Sanzo did not appreciate the intrusion into his oh so personal space.

And, of course, Hakkai had to choose that moment to come back with the groceries.

"Oi, Sanzo, Gojyo, what are you..."

"Let's come back later, Goku."

Damn, Gojyo could hear the smile in Hakkai's voice. Damn, damn and damn.

"Oi."

How did the monk's breath manage to smell good? Usually the combination of cigarette and coffee was near lethal…

"Oi…"

And he had oddly soft lips for such a dry environment. Hell, they could even pass for a woman's…

"OI!"

Oh. Shit. Gojyo jumped back, jostling the table in his haste to get the hell away from the ire in those narrowed eyes, sure he was about to be shot.

A few minutes passed, in which Sanzo did nothing apart from shake the wrinkles out of his paper and resume reading.

He didn't once threaten Gojyo's life.

It was inexplicable really…

More or less.