A Touch of Gold

By: ThisbeCeyx (Can also be found in my LJ account- lavariel)

Warnings: Mild sexual references.

Rating: PG

The faint illumination contrasted porcelain; a sheer shine from sweat-slicked bodies. It felt damp-- to feel another's heat pressed against the confines of your clothes and the needlessly ushering weight shifted on your own. There was a gentle sound of wind chimes from the monsoon breeze, clanking their metallic bodies together and bound by a thin cotton rope. It seemed such an amusement to you somehow, this idle fascination. But even with the light wind, there was still the sweat and sticky remnants of last night's excursion-- the forbidden dance of the similar sexes.

You had exchanged one night of passion to consummate a fiery desire of the flesh, situating yourself in the most unlikely turn of events. You had not planned this nor had it pose as a field of endeavor by which you would risk losing your Sun. But it had happened, this night of consummating love and desire, melted into a burning candle; its fire just seemed too risky; you wanted a gamble. You might get burnt or warmed up. It all depends on the way you play.

He looks beautiful, doesn't he? In this incandescent lighting, you could trace the familiar features of this face --from those lazy amethysts to the point where his muscles and bones meet to make an angular curve. You know that in this night, you may lose him or ravish him for other nights like these. He might use you for pleasure, for escape to his otherwise dreary world or even take advantage of you.

But you don't care. This night meant a lot for you. You knew you loved him but you were nothing but the red lipstick that clung to his lips and stayed on, even when he wipes it off-- you stay. Funny, really that he should sleep with you, considering that he is of celibate nature.

It does not matter. The memory of passion blinds you and gives you a feeling of dreadful happiness. You can't touch the Sun, Gojyo. Otherwise you'll burn. But if you stay close just enough, you might be able to get warmed up. It hurts, doesn't it?

But you're Sha Gojyo. You make gambles.

But would you risk bronze for a touch of gold?

A/N: The 'bronze' refers to Gojyo's skin and 'gold' to Sanzo's hair. Comments greatly appreciated and loved.