Cross-Eyed
Gojyo pressed his nose into the soft flesh of Sanzo's belly and chuckled.
"What's so funny, Kappa?" his blonde partner demanded. The half-breed licked a patch of pale white skin and smiled as if he'd just enjoyed a particularly tasty flavor of ice-cream.
"That face you made when-" Gojyo started, but was interrupted when the side of Sanzo's hand collided with his head.
"Shut up now, unless you want to be castrated," the monk snapped. The red-head was perched on top of him, trying desperately to hold back a giggle.
"Your eyes were crossed..." The comment earned him a sharp knee to the abdomen.
"Did you hear what I said, or did your brains leak out when you came?" Sanzo growled. Gojyo responded by pressing himself against the priest and planting a kiss on the side of his neck.
"It was cute," he snickered in Sanzo's ear. The blonde shoved his face away with a snarl and scooted out from under him. Pulling the blankets up over his shoulder he growled, "No more sex for a week." The red-head whined in protest, apologizing and pleading and promising as he tried to get closer again. Sanzo only kicked him every time his foot or hand came near.
"You're an asshole," the half-breed sulked.
"You aren't going to die," replied the monk, rolling his eyes.
"I'll die," Gojyo insisted, wrapping his arms around Sanzo's waist. The Priest closed his eyes and sighed in irritation.
"Just go to sleep, you horny water-beetle."
"Yes Sanzo-Sama."