Written: 6/26/05
Word Count: 300, 200, 200
Ratings: T, K , K +
Plays: Much Ado About Nothing; Romeo and Juliet, Othello, Moor of Venice; all
Notes: Non-challenge drabbles, and the last of my Bard abuse at the moment. A little more slashy than the other two. Hey, I was in the mood.
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"Do you love me?"
Hakkai rolled over onto his stomach to look at Gojyo. The half-breed was around the room, half-dressed for bed. His long hair was back in a low ponytail, his bare chest dark with the shadows of the room, jeans slung low on his waist, the first button of his fly undone.
The brunette tucked a pillow under his chest and propped up on his elbows. "Why... no... No more than reason."
"Reason, eh?" Gojyo, knowing full well that one of Hakkai's fetishes was the written word, played along with him. "Well then, our good friends the monk and the monkey have been deceived, because they swore you did."
The bed dipped down under the weight of Gojyo's knee. Hakkai smiled, laying his head down as his lover covered him with his body. "And do you love me?"
"Why no," Gojyo replied, kissing Hakkai's bare shoulder. "No more than reason."
Hakkai giggled as a talented tongue swept across the tip of his ear. "Come," Gojyo's voice purred in his ear, "I will have thee."
The demon rolled over onto his back, looking up into deep crimson eyes. "Only to save your life, because I heard you were in a consumption."
"I'm consumed, all right," Gojyo grinned, leaning down to nibble the pale column of Hakkai's throat. Long fingers slid into crimson strands, undoing the hair tie. Gojyo's long hair fell down, brushing deliciously over Hakkai's chest. "Consumed in flames."
"Sounds like you need a cold shower," Hakkai teased.
Gojyo propped himself up on his hands, looking down at his lover, making a face. "You wound me," he said sorrowfully, putting one hand to his chest.
Hakkai leaned up and kissed the top of Gojyo's hand, licking his hand teasingly.
"Peace, I will stop thy tongue," Gojyo said, kissing him.
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"Sanzo?"
"What do you want, monkey?" Sanzo snapped, not even looking up from his paperwork to see what his charge wanted.
"Well... I, uh..."
"Spit it out."
"Hakkai's lover killed herself, right?"
Sanzo paused, looking at Goku over his reading glasses. "What brought this about?"
"Well, we've been studying Othello and Romeo and Juliet, and I was wondering why Hakkai never killed himself."
Sanzo sighed, taking off his glasses. It was a question he had asked himself repeatedly since meeting the man. "I don't know, Goku."
"I'm glad he didn't die," Goku said honestly.
Inwardly, Sanzo agreed, but outwardly he only grunted and went back to his paperwork.
Goku padded over to his side, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. "Hey, Sanzo, what would you do if I died?"
Kill myself, a small voice piped up in the back of his psyche. "Throw a party," he said aloud.
"Sanzoooooooo..." Goku whined.
Sanzo sighed, sparing a look up to the closed door before taking Goku into his arms. "I don't know."
"I hope you wouldn't," Goku told him, looking up at him. "I wouldn't. I'd live so your memory could live too."
Sanzo kissed the top of Goku's head.
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"So, what did you learn today?"
This was their regular routine while changing for bed; it had been this way since Goku's first night with Sanzo. After they were changed, Sanzo would ask if he learned anything new that day. If Goku hadn't, Sanzo would teach him something personally.
Goku nodded. "Hakkai taught me lotsa stuff today."
A blonde eyebrow quirked. "And do you remember anything?"
"Just one," Goku admitted guiltily.
Sanzo laid back on his bed, waiting for Goku to tell him what he learned.
"I learned that men kissed in the love scenes!" Goku giggled, sitting next to Sanzo on the bed.
Sanzo rolled his eyes.
"Hey, Sanzo, do you think we could do a play?" Goku asked, climbing up to snuggle next to him.
"No."
"But-"
"NO, Monkey."
He rolled away and could feel the waves of depression coming off Goku. He rolled back over, looping an arm around Goku's waist, burying his nose in his neck. "You actually think those stuffed asses would go along with it?"
"No," Goku admitted sullenly. "But it would be funny to see their faces when I kiss you."
Sanzo pressed a kiss against Goku's neck, inhaling the boy's scent. "They can see me kiss you any time."
"That's because you're not discreet."
"Discreet, new word." Sanzo pressed a kiss on Goku's lips. "Good monkey"
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