If Wishes Were Fishes

by darthelwig

Gojyo's thoughts on that sexy monk and his utter fascination with him. Slash.

"If Wishes Were Fishes"

by darthelwig

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I do not own Saiyuki. This story is rated T. SLASH Warning.

Gojyo's thoughts on that sexy monk and his utter fascination with him.

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It must be some kinda sick fascination. Why else would I have this suicidal tendency to flirt with that foul-tempered, gun-happy, homicidal monk? I may not love my life, but it's mine and I'd like to keep it for a while, thank you very much.

But somehow I can't keep from pushing my luck with him just a little but more every day. It's not like I think I've got a shot with him. Hell, the monk would have my head on a platter before he let me touch him the way I really want to. He'd shoot me so fast I wouldn't realize I was dead until they buried me, if they bothered with that at all.

Nah. The only person who's got a shot at pulling that great big stick out of Sanzo's cute ass is the monkey, which is a damn shame since he's too stupid to realize he should even try, I'm not holding my breath for that to happen anytime in this lifetime.

It's frustrating to know I'm so close and still haven't got a chance in hell.

Especially since the monk is so damn tempting. His attitude screams 'challenge' and I never could resist one of those. And when he's looking at me with those eyes- when I know I should be backing away- I can't help but tease him a little more.

Does that make me a sick man? Or am I just the pervert the chimp keeps calling me?

I'm not gonna be sorry about it. The monk needs a little excitement in his life and I'd like to be the guy to give it to him. After all, they say there's a thin line between love and hate, right? Maybe one day I'll get lucky.

I guess I just like to live dangerously. Or maybe I'm just a sucker for a pretty face. either way, I know I'm pretty much screwed.

Or I wish I was, anyway.