Cold Night
Sanzo was barely asleep—the cold hard floor seemed to be shooting small daggers of ice into his back and sides. Shit, why did I give him the bed? I must be going nuts…. The priest had been woken up by nearly every one of the creaks and groans the old bed made in complaint of Gojyo's weight. The last time had been particularly loud, as the kappa had also managed to kick the wall beside him as well as the usual thrashing. He lay staring vapidly at the ceiling, wishing he were anywhere else but there. Eventually, chilled to the bone and shivering, Sanzo crept as quietly as possible into the rickety bed next to Gojyo. With any luck, the redhead wouldn't wake and the priest would rise first to avoid a healthy dose of morning teasing. Arranging the blanket over himself, he scooted as close to the kappa as he dared for a little added warmth. With every movement the bed protested with a low groan. Gojyo twitched at the sound and rolled over with a soft sigh, but gave no indication that he had noticed the extra person beside him.
Sanzo froze in place when the kappa stirred, staring intently at his face, just to be sure he wasn't awake. The priest was still shaking form the cold and moved even closer to Gojyo's back, accidentally bumping him a bit. After a few minutes, the kappa's body heat started to seep through his skin, lessening the bite of the cold air. The longer the blond stayed there, the more Gojyo became subconsciously away that something was sharing his hard earned heat. In reaction, he pressed himself against the object, determined to stop the theft as it happened. The priest's eyes snapped open at the unwanted contact, and he clenched his teeth in frustration. Even when he's asleep the erokappa can't control his libido. Sanzo considered the best possible way to get out this compromising situation without waking Gojyo or losing his claim on this part of the bed.
The priest bristled as one of the kappa's hand found it's way to his hip, wondering exactly how the man was able to operate while still asleep. With a noise something in between a growl and sigh, Sanzo picked up Gojyo's stray hand and removed it from his person. Thankfully, the redhead didn't pursue his exploit and fell into a deeper sleep, muttering something incoherent.
Eventually, Sanzo began to drift off to sleep again, hoping the kappa would not jump him in an hour or so. He needed rest badly and the thought of being molested while sleeping was not nearly enough to keep him up for the rest of the night. I'll kill him. I'll kill him in the morning if he tries anything…was the last thought that filtered through the priest's mind before he fell asleep. Sometime during the night, due to events unknown, both parties being unconscious at the time, the two ended up in a rather interesting position. Gojyo had one hand up Sanzo's shirt, the other at the waist of his pants (the priest's robes having come undone in the course of events), and their cheeks pressed together.
A few hours before dawn, Sanzo
woke slowly, disoriented from a dream he was not likely to remember. Chilled somewhat, he discovered that the
blanket was nowhere to be found. In
addition, there seemed to be something jabbing him in the jaw and something
else tickling his neck. Thinking there
must be a spider or the like, he reached up to brush it away, but, instead, the
priest's hand met with strands of red and a scarred face exactly where it
shouldn't be.
"Hn…?" Sanzo struggled to become fully awake, moving away from his unwanted bedmate in the process, only to find the redhead's arm over him. Fuming, he elbowed Gojyo in the face to get him up. "Get off, you pervert."
"Oof!" The kappa clutched his nose and cursed, releasing Sanzo at the same time. "Goddammit! What the hell did you do that for? Fuck, ow…." It took him a few moments to register the surroundings and the fact that the blond was in bed with him. "And what are you doing in the bed?"
"I…got cold on the floor…. Hell, that doesn't give you the right to grope me, though!" Sanzo sat up on the edge of the bed, thinking to return to the floor. Sure, it was freezing down there, but he wasn't going to allow the kappa's vagrant hands to continue their little exploration of his body. The priest reached for the blanket that had gotten tangled up in Gojyo's legs and tugged it away.
"Grope you?" The redhead sounded indignant, but that tone petered out of his voice once he realized the perks of such an action. "Grope you…. Hm…I wish I could remember doing it…" he said with a grin, falling backward as the blanket was pulled out from under him. "You're the one who chose to get in the bed, cold foot. I'd say that right there was reneging on our deal."
"If you remember, it was a draw. I just chose to keep my dignity for the night," Sanzo snapped. He tossed the blanket on the floor and turned to look for the sash of his robe, which was still missing in action. Shooting a warning glance at Gojyo, just to be sure the kappa didn't try any other shenanigans, he felt around in the area near the bed. The only problem with both of those strategies was, it was still very dark.
"Pheh, dignity." Gojyo leaned back against the wall, watching the aggravated priest fidget around in the shadows. The sash, strangely enough, was stuffed in the kappa's back pocket, of which he had no knowledge as of yet. "I didn't feel you up on purpose. Chill, man."
"Yeah, right." With and exasperated noise, Sanzo gave up on the belt until daybreak and flopped down on the floor again. "Don't wake me up in the morning if you know what's good for you, kappa," the priest growled, by way of ending the conversation.
"Don't wake you up in the morning, huh? Alright, if that's all you request of me, your highness," Gojyo hissed back, suddenly very aware of how cold it was in the tiny cabin. He patted his pockets in a futile search for a fresh lighter, but instead found Sanzo's sash. And, suddenly, a very…bad…idea occurred to him….
Luna sez: I promise, guys, there WILL be some action in the next chapter!