"Mmmmh…" A sleeping voice echoed through his ears as he turned to stare into half open crimson eyes.
"Why the hell aren't you in bed, priest??"
"Couldn't sleep…"
"That's not a good reason…"
"What are y--"
"You could have stayed here and awaken me…"
Gojyo pouted and patted the empty side of the bed, where Sanzo should have been. Why on earth, during the few moments they were able to enjoy themselves ALONE, the freaking monk would find out a billion ways to escape or waste everything acting distant and cold. Fuck his cool attitude of look-at-me-I-do-not-need-a-single-thing kind of a guy. Fuck. Off. Okay?
"Sanzo for the Gods sake, can you please tell me why the screwed heck you act like this?"
Silence.
The redhead, exasperated, hid his head under the pillow grunting. But, after less than two seconds, he emerged again, sitting legs crossed on the bed.
"Saaaaaanzo…"
The priest turned his head and a vein popped on his forehead.
"Saaaaaanzo…"
"Would you mind stopping?"
"Yes…Saaaa—" Spam
The harisen hit hard the poor kappa on the head.
"That hurts, you freak!"
"If I stay in bed will you stop annoying me?"
"It depends on what you mean by 'annoying you'…" Gojyo grinned languidly at Sanzo while leaning back on the pillows and received a "Fucking perverted kappa" in response. The priest laid in bed anyway, and Gojyo covered both with the blanket.
"Hey monk, you don't have to stay on the edge…I don't bite…"
"I know for own experience that you DO bite…"
Gojyo chuckled and spread his arms to embrace the smaller frame that was getting near him. Sanzo rested his head on the half-breed chest sighing heavily.
"Now that is just the both of us, admit that you like cuddling…"
Silence. In which Gojyo really feared for his life.
"I may and remotely like it…"
Gojyo smiled and tightened his hold, one hand caressing Sanzo's shoulder as the other stroked the soft blond hair.
"Gojyo…"
"Mh…?"
"Have you ever loved someone so much you would die and burn in hell for them?"
"Yeah…why?"
"Describe me how it feels…"
Gojyo knew better than start an argument with the monk about what that meant and so he started to explain.
"I-it is… like… smoking…"
"What?"
"Yeah…it- you—I mean, toward that person you feel…addicted? I mean, it's like smoking: imagine the person like a cigarette…"
Sanzo raised an eyebrow and turned his head so he could face the redhead.
"You want it all the time and like everything of it, its taste, how it makes you feel… and it calms your nerves when you're upset or makes you feel at peace when you need to relax…and when you don't have any you crave for it because otherwise you feel like dying…It's difficult to explain, damn it…"
Sanzo nuzzled his nose against Gojyo's neck, who blinked few times, taken aback by the priest's behavior. Then the blond started chuckling –chuckling- and then laughing –LAUGHING.
"Ahah…then…ahah…"
Gojyo raised his eyebrow at his lover, trying to understand what the hell got into him, but then, all of a sudden, Sanzo stopped and his face straightened once again, he stared into the red orbs.
"I'd rather compare you to a walking dick, but I guess that I could get used to see you like a walking cigarette instead…"
Said so he blushed furiously and rested once again against Gojyo's shoulder, trying to hide his face: the redhead stared at the ceiling before getting what the priest implied. He smiled. He kissed the blond head. And hugged his lover like he was the only thing that could connect him with life.