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eyesofshinigamiI'm entirely too tired tonight to answer comments, but thank you guys for commenting on my challenge fic. <33 I decided that I'm going to scrap it and start over, so I'll be sure to check everyone's comments tomorrow.
But, I just spent the last three hours writing this! Remember those crack!fics that I was writing? And remember that the winners got giftfics? Well, this one was forsoliandxpyne.I hope they remember it... And I hope this makes up for my crappy fic I dumped on you guys last night. XDD
Details under the cut.
And for anybody not familiar with Loveless...you should be! *is half-kidding* The basic premise of Loveless is that there are fighters who have been trained to do so. There are pairs, with a Fighter and a Sacrifice. A Sacrifice takes the damage and directs the battle, and a Fighter casts the spells using the power of words to fight/defend/etc. Also, in Loveless, people who are still virgins have kitty ears and tails. <3 The fighters know their other half by a defining birthmark they share, and they have names that end in "-less" like "Loveless" or "Breathless"
soliandxpyne...this is for you guys. <3
TITLE: Dichotomy
AUTHOR: Eyes of Shinigami
RATING: NC-17...NOT WORKSAFE
PAIRING: 93
WARNINGS: Manslash, mansmex, potential spoilers, fluff. THIS WILL NOT MAKE SENSE IF YOU ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH LOVELESS!
SUMMARY: Goku and Sanzo are a Fighter team that decide to take their partnership to the next level. Crossover between Loveless and Saiyuki that was requested bysoliandxypne as their giftfic for the crackfic challenge. I hope this is up to snuff!
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Saiyuki or Loveless. Those belong to the wonderfully talented Kazuya Minekura and Yun Kouga. I borrow for my own amusement and the amusement of others.
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“Aw, come on Sanzo! I’m hungry!” Goku whined pitifully, glancing up at his blond counterpart with wide golden eyes that wobbled in childish expectation. He tugged on Sanzo’s sleeve as his stomach growled loudly.
Sanzo’s slender, wheat-gold ears folded back in aggravation, resisting the urge to bop the brunet on the head soundly between his own pair of deep brown ones. His matching fluffy tail twitched as he spoke, as if to accentuate his words. “We just ate, idiot. You can’t be hungry already.” He jerked back when Goku’s tail tried to twine with his own, growling softly in his throat. He hated the that the brunet insisted on touching him like this in public, even if they had been partners for nearly three years. He shied away from touch as it was, but it seemed that the excitable younger man ignored it.
Goku pouted, his stomach still rumbling its protests at the blond’s refusal. “So, I need a lot of energy! Big deal. You’re so mean, Sanzo!” His words were more teasing than anything else, a sunny smile on his lips as they walked up the street. He was used to Sanzo’s behavior, so it didn’t faze him to be refused as he had been. Besides, he knew it was only a matter of time before he annoyed his partner into submission. “Anyway, I’m surprised it’s been so quiet lately…no battles or anything,” he commented, changing the subject. While they were dangerous, he hated not having any battles to fight; his excess energy needed an outlet and the fights were a perfect way to relieve it.
Sanzo silently nodded, having wondered the same thing himself. For a while, it seemed that he and Goku were getting attacked every time they rounded a corner. The reprieve should have comforted him, but instead it just made him nervous. It was almost as if there was something bigger coming. “Be thankful. I was getting sick of being attacked all the time.”
The brunet sighed loudly through his nose. “Whatever. It makes me…feel useless.” He trailed off after a moment, not sure of why he told Sanzo that in the first place. Then, a firm hand settled on his head and Goku heard the blond speak softly.
“You’re not useless. Just quit worrying about it, okay?”
Goku nodded, finding comfort in the touch. A soft purr rumbled from within his chest and he didn’t miss the smirk it produced on Sanzo’s face. He was tempted to loop his fingers with Sanzo’s when the blond pulled his hand away, but he knew the other man wouldn’t react well to it. Casual touches, sometimes, but anything like that was out of the question. Of course, that always made Goku ache inside. He knew what he wanted from his Sacrifice, but Sanzo was reluctant and would never allow it. So, Goku just accepted things as they were. It was better than nothing, right?
They walked past the usual shops that lined their street, until Goku stopped dead in front of a back alleyway. His pupils slit, and his mouth thinned to a grim line. “What is it?” Sanzo asked, recognizing that stance and immediately was at Goku’s side. Then, he felt it too, the prickling across his skin like a thousand marching insects in single file.
“They’re strong, Sanzo. Stronger than we’ve faced so far.” Goku’s voice was even, business-like in its severity. Only when a fight was looming did the normally happy-go-lucky teenager become so serious. His fists clenched hard at his side before turning to look at his companion.
Sanzo almost asked if they could avoid them, but he knew enemies as strong as those would only seek them out. Explaining another accident in their apartment to the landlady would be hell, so he figured it best to wait until they came to them. “How far away are they?”
Goku’s keen eyes scanned the area, once again narrowing down the alleyway and maneuvering his body so that it was in front of Sanzo’s. “They’re close. There!” Just then, two figures appeared in the formerly abandoned alleyway.
“Well, well, well…fancy meetin’ you two here. Didn’t expect to find such infamous fighters ’round here,” the shorter of the men drawled in an unrecognizable accent, running a hand through his silver-hair as his eyes shone with dark intentions. “Pleased to meet you, good sirs.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Sanzo growled, inching closer to Goku out of habit. He could feel the tenseness radiating off his partner, creating a strange mix with the raw power he felt rolling off the other two.
The silver-haired man looked appalled at his behavior. “My, so rude! I suppose no one took the time to teach you any manners, did they, young’un? Mercy, Gat! What ever will we do?” The tall, dark-skinned man, Gat presumably, said nothing in reply. But, that didn’t seem to faze the man in the slightest. “And here I was thinkin’ we could be dignified about this. I suppose not then. My name is Hazel Grosse, and I challenge you gentleman to a battle.”
Goku and Sanzo looked at each other, both of them nodding resolutely before turning back to their opponents. “We accept,” Goku replied, closing his eyes as the landscape melted behind them into the time-warp they found themselves in when they battled. “We are ‘Thoughtless’, those who do not hesitate to destroy our enemies with a single thought.” His eyes slid open then, alight with the impending fight.
The blond couldn’t help the shudder of excitement that rippled through him when he saw his Fighter unit like this. Sanzo could deny the feelings he felt for Goku until he was blue in the face, but seeing the brunet like this made his blood burn in his veins. He pressed his palm to his partner’s forehead, their matching birthmarks glowing with power. It often seemed like Goku become a whole other being when they fought. “Goku…do what it takes.”
Hazel only smirked, exposing his shoulder where his own mark burned into his skin. “And we are ‘Heartless’, those who attack without mercy.” He pointed in their direction, turning to his partner. “Gat…you know what to do.”
Sanzo very nearly laughed, since it seemed that the hulking giant had yet to say a word, but it was lost when Gat’s booming voice could be heard in the void swirling around them. “Darkness that surrounds our enemy, dulling their senses and hiding the light.” He waved a massive arm, and the two found themselves cloaked in darkness.
But, Goku was ready with a counterattack just as quickly. “Bring forth the light, piercing the dark and ripping it to shreds.” Beams of light shot through the shroud of black, the sound of cloth ripping echoing through the air. “Transform to lightning, sending shock waves that paralyze.”
Hazel frowned as the liquid heat penetrated his body with a hiss of pain; he didn’t expect the runt to be so effective. He’d been watching the two of them for days now, and the boy had always seemed to be too stupid to form a coherent sentence, much less use words effectively as spells. “Gat! Bind them!”
Gat nodded. “Chains of steel constrict and bind, to force them into submission,” he called out with a surprisingly elegant wave of his arm.
Sanzo found a tight collar wrapped around his neck, forcing a heaving breath out of him as he looked up at his partner. Goku’s wrists were bound behind his back in a painful looking position, but the brunet didn’t look fazed. He knew that his Fighter was focused and wouldn’t show any emotion on his face. “Chains of steel become brittle over time. Break, and shards fly to desecrate the tender flesh of a beating heart.” The steel broke, the pieces barreling into Hazel and forcing the man to his knees. Blood poured from the wound on his shoulder as a similar collar was clasped around his neck. Gat’s wrists were bound similarly to how Goku’s had been, causing him to grunt in pain.
“Perhaps I was underestimatin’ you, Mister. I certainly won’t be doin’ that again. Gat! Give it all you got!” The man nodded, closing his eyes and folding his hands.
“Darkness rises from the depths, suffocating everything. It suffocates and rips the breath away.” Another wave, and Sanzo felt blood sliding down his chest and soaking his shirt. A tighter collar appeared, bringing him to his knees as well. The pain was overwhelming; that hit had been damaging.
Goku turned, looking concerned for his partner. “Sanzo! Are you all right?” His gaze roamed over the form of his Sacrifice, missing that Gat was speaking again.
“Don’t stop concentrating, you idiot monkey! Turn around!” Sanzo’s voice forced him to snap around just in time, before he called out his counter spell.
“Evade. Let this body feel the blow. Petals on the wind act like razors, spilling blood to feed the cherry blossoms,” Goku ground out, hitting the ground with a painful thud and feeling blood welling within his mouth. The constraints on his wrists tightened to where he could feel his bones shifting. He’d been careless and Sanzo was going be pissed. “The blood will pool, drowning and staining skin a deep crimson.” It hurt to speak, but he had to.
Sanzo’s heart clenched when he heard Goku’s pained attempts, the attacks weakening as his Fighter took the damage for him. Why? Why did that idiot have to do that for him? He couldn’t let the monkey be so stupid. Forcing himself up and moving swiftly to his partner, he yanked the brunet to his feet while the other two were temporarily distracted. “Goku, I swear, if you lose I’ll kill you myself. You can’t lose!” Perhaps it wasn’t what he had intended to say, but that was lost in the bruising kiss he pressed to Goku‘s mouth. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he felt he had to.
Goku, after a moment of shock, responded eagerly to the kiss he was being offered. Sanzo had never done anything of the sort, but it was enough to get him to regain his focus. He would protect his Sacrifice, and would beat his enemy. When they parted, his eyes were glowing with determination. “I won’t.”
The two stood, and Hazel flinched at the deadly look on the other Fighter’s face. “Gat! Now!”
Before Gat could speak, Goku held out his hand and the spell left his lips without a moment’s hesitation. “Shards of light overpower the darkness. Chaos burns like a flame and spreads like wildfire, destroying everything.” The hit was devastating.
Hazel hit the ground once more, grasping for breath as his body was bound tightly in tendrils of power that burned like liquid fire across his skin. He’d never felt anything so painful in his life. Gat flinched, but could only stare helplessly as his Sacrifice was damaged.
Sanzo folded his arms across his chest, the collar disappearing as their enemies. “Goku…one more time.” He didn’t care if he killed their opponents, since this man had been so adamant about destroying his Fighter. He couldn’t have that.
“Fire burns, sapping life from everything it touches,” Goku growled, watching with morbid delight as the man screamed out in pain. He wouldn’t kill unless Sanzo ordered him to, though he doubted the man would unless he had to. So much for them being stronger than them, he thought with a snort. “Sanzo?”
The blond smirked, looking down at the silver-haired man writhing in pain. “Do you forfeit? Or should I have my Fighter destroy you for your impertinence? We are ‘Thoughless’, and we have yet to be defeated.” He showed him the kanji on his palm, matching the one that glowed beneath Goku’s brunet bangs.
Hazel glowered, but lowered his head in defeat. There was no way he was going to win against them. “I’ll be back, you know. I’ll win next time,” he whispered harshly, unable to look Sanzo in the face.
Sanzo snorted derisively, the dark void around them returning back to the cityscape that had been there before. “Whatever. Then we’ll just kick your ass again, right?” He turned to his partner, finding Goku with a wide smile on his face as he hopped around excited. The mark they shared disappeared, as it always did when they finished a battle.
“Yep!” Goku stuck his tongue out childishly, not even giving the other fighters a backwards glance as he and Sanzo headed back down the street as if nothing had happened. This time, when he looped his fingers with Sanzo’s, the man didn’t pull away.
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Evening had fallen by the time they reached their small apartment, but they didn’t seem to mind. The two of them went about their usual routine, but Goku felt something else going on. While he was taking his shower, his head was buzzing with memories from the fight. Sanzo had kissed him, but what did it mean? His body shuddered pleasantly at the memory of the blond’s lips on his own, his tongue tracing along his bottom lip as though he could taste the other man again. He’d heard that Fighters and Sacrifices grew stronger when they shared each other’s bed, but he doubted that’s what it meant. Sanzo had made it clear that he wasn’t interested like that, but…Goku couldn’t forget the brief touch of lips. Mustering his courage, he decided that he’d ask Sanzo about it, no matter what the outcome was.
What he didn’t know was that Sanzo was having a very similar dilemma as he tried to read his book. The words fuzzed together and his tail twitched in annoyance at the warring feelings in his gut. The kiss had been hot, intense, and everything that Sanzo had been avoiding. He wasn’t the type for physical comfort from anyone, much less Goku. The boy had been making him question himself since they had met years ago, even more so when they realized that they were bound by their name. He didn’t deny the unspoken connection he had with the brunet; he just didn’t know if he wanted to put that sort of title to it.
But, at the same time, he knew he trusted Goku. He trusted the boy with his very life, and he knew that Goku felt the same way. Logically, he couldn’t see a problem with it. However, logic and his demeanor didn’t often go hand-in-hand.
“Sanzo? What’s wrong? You look like someone just told you that the landlady turned out to be your long lost sister,” Goku joked, though his voice shook slightly. He toweled off his hair as he sat down next to Sanzo, clad only in a clean pair of jeans.
The blond couldn’t help but snort at that, the corner of his lip tugging up in a smirk. “Nothing that dramatic, monkey.” Silence welled and hung between them, avoiding the inevitable. “Goku…what do you think of me? Honestly.”
Goku’s eyes widened slightly, but he seriously pondered the question. Taking a deep breath, he figured that it was no or never. “Well…you’re my Sacrifice. I protect you, and I’d do anything for you. We were bound before I knew you, and I probably couldn’t live without you. I love you, in every scope of the word.” There. He said it, taking another deep breath to steady himself for the rejection he was sure to follow.
Sanzo’s mind reeled. Could it really be that simple? Of course it could, since this was Goku logic he was up against. If three years with his partner had taught him anything, it was that he wasn’t able to stand up to such blatant stupidity. He was lost before it started. “You know…I feel the same way,” he mumbled reluctantly under his breath, unsure of whether or not Goku had heard him. His cheeks burned and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to repeat the words again any time soon.
But then, a gentle hand cupped his cheek and tipped his face upward to meet soft golden eyes that smiled down at him. “I’m glad…we were meant to be together, Sanzo. Always.” Goku leaned down, daring to press a kiss to Sanzo’s mouth that was chaste and sweet.
However, the blond would have none of that nonsense, threading his fingers through soft brown hair and pulling the brunet closer. Sanzo slid his tongue between Goku’s lips, effectively coaxing the other muscle to slide wetly against his own. Heat pounded in his body, much like the way it had when he’d kissed Goku during the battle. It thrummed in his veins as the blood rushed away from his head and pooled in his groin. Sure, he’d had sexual thoughts about Goku before, but this was unlike anything he could have fantasized about.
Goku, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. He shifted his body so that he was in Sanzo’s lap, pressing his hips into the blond’s and bringing them closer. Desire buzzed behind his eyelids and sent his mind reeling as he tugged Sanzo‘s shirt off and threw it aside. This wasn’t what he thought kissing Sanzo would be like, it was ten times better. A purr began in the back of his throat, melding into the soft moan that escaped him when Sanzo pulled back. “Why’d you stop?” he asked breathlessly, trying to glare at his partner.
At first, Sanzo didn’t answer. Instead, he took the moment to study Goku. The other man looked utterly delicious flushed like that, rivulets of water from his still-damp hair trailing down his tanned chest. As wonderful as the sight was, he knew that if he let this continue it would change everything. Seeing Goku fight for him, and knowing that Goku would have to watch him take damage was enough to make him pause. Was it worth the pain?
“I’m strong, Sanzo. You just have to trust me.” Ah, that was what he needed to hear, even if he would never admit it aloud.
“I know.” No more words were spoken, the two leaning in once more. The kisses they exchanged were heated, even as fevered hands began to explore one another. Their hips bumped again, and Sanzo was suddenly alerted to how aroused his partner was when he felt Goku’s burgeoning erection bump against his own. His eyes narrowed, unsure how to react to the realization.
Goku’s hips stilled and he looked at Sanzo with eyes that held love and understanding in them, and a bit of fear lurking beneath the surface. “I’m sorry…Sanzo. We don’t have to…I mean…it’s okay…”
An amused snort escaped from the blond at Goku’s stumbling. How could he stand up to such idiocy, really? It was endearing. Their ears marked their lack of sexual prowess, but he knew either of them were stupid. And, it felt right. “What makes you think I don’t want this, hmm? Did I say that? Stop putting words into my mouth, idiot.”
Only Sanzo could make an insult sound like a sweet nothing. A shudder rippled up his spine in response, getting off of Sanzo’s lap and tugging him in the direction of the bedroom they had shared. They had slept in the same bed since they moved into the apartment, since the small place only had one room. Of course, they’d stayed on separate sides of the bed. Now, it seemed, that wasn’t going to be a problem anymore.
Using his superior strength, Goku gently shoved Sanzo to the bed before clamoring atop the other male once more. He began to kiss along Sanzo’s neck, earning muffled groans from the blond beneath him.
“Who said you could be on top, monkey?” Sanzo asked grumpily, his pride not able to accept the idea of being on the bottom. At least, until Goku stared up at him with eyes that glittered with the same determination he had in battle. The blond moaned as heat shot through his body under that gaze. He thought he saw golden eyes go slit for a second, but he decided it was best not press the issue. Besides, there would always be next time. “Fine. Do what you want.”
“Oh, I will.” Goku laughed as Sanzo balked at the blatant innuendo, but he soothed the blond when he pressed his mouth to a coppery nipple. He rolled the hardening bud beneath his tongue and between his teeth, wringing more sounds out of the other man that was trying not to squirm beneath him. Another soft purr rumbled in his chest, one hand bracing himself as the other slid purposefully down Sanzo’s trim abdomen. He traced a line with his tongue to Sanzo’s other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other while he fought with the button on his soon-to-be lover’s jeans.
Sanzo, always impatient, pushed Goku off with a growl and did it himself before laying back. He stared at the brunet with an expectant look. The monkey had to do something before he lost his nerve and called the whole thing off. But, Goku didn’t disappoint, continuing to toy with his nipple as his hand slid into Sanzo’s pants. A pleased hiss escaped the blond as Goku’s nimble fingers found his arousal, fingering the slit before wrapping around his length and beginning to stroke.
Goku’s mind was spinning wildly, feeling the soft skin of Sanzo’s cock pulsing in his hand as he flicked his wrist. It made his own throb in response, eager to continue further. He tried to remember the information he’d read in that book he kept stashed in the bottom of their closet, grateful that Sanzo had never come across it. He looked up at Sanzo for permission, moving to pull the blond’s pants off. Wide-eyed, he stared down at Sanzo for a good long minute, until the blond’s rough voice broke his trance.
“What the hell are you staring at?”
His face broke into a grin, leaning down and pressing a kiss right below Sanzo’s navel. “Never mind. Give me a second.” He leaned over the other man to dig around in his nightstand beside the bed, looking for the lubricant he’d hidden in there. He couldn’t remember what had possessed him to buy it, but he was very thankful that he did. Though, once he retrieved it, he nearly dropped when he felt an unexpected tongue against the sensitive skin of his chest. Sanzo was willingly touching him and that knowledge was enough to make his mind go blank. He nearly forgot what he was doing, until he felt Sanzo’s teeth graze his nipple impatiently.
“I don’t even want to know where you got that,” Sanzo commented in a husky whisper, his tone lacking its usual bite. Goku had to admit that he painted a beautiful picture, spread out and aroused before him. He felt his cock twitch in response, knowing that he had to get moving now before he exploded.
“Then I won’t tell you.” Goku snapped open the lid and poured a generous amount on his fingers, leaning down and positioning himself between Sanzo’s legs. Experimentally, he slowly eased a finger inside the blond, glancing up for any sign that he was hurting his partner. “Sanzo? You okay?”
Sanzo grit his teeth against the intrusion, unsure of whether it felt good or it hurt. That was probably to be expected. “Fine. Just get on with it, you stupid-ah!” Whatever he’d been planning to say was lost when Goku’s mouth descended upon him, feeling soft lips and a novice tongue exploring his erection in a way that it had never been explored before. Goku was no expert, but it wasn’t like Sanzo had anything to compare it too. He felt fingers wrap securely around his base, as Goku’s tongue trailed along the underside of his shaft. Coupled with the feeling of Goku’s fingers scissoring inside of him as he thrust in and out, Sanzo’s head was spinning.
Goku was having an equally tough time keeping himself steady. Sanzo’s scent all around him and the taste in his mouth was enough to send his senses into overdrive. He moaned as Sanzo’s cock pulsed against his tongue and he slid the third finger into his lover effortlessly. Sanzo’s body was opening under his touch, remembering the importance the book stressed on stretching and preparing. Besides, it wasn’t often that he got to see his partner so vulnerable and open, if it all. Even if Sanzo never let him do this again, it was an image that would be burned in the back of his mind forever. “Sanzo? Are you ready?”
It took Sanzo a minute to realize that Goku was speaking to him, nodding once before laying back against the pillows so he could watch. He was treated to Goku slowly divesting himself of his jeans, his body responding to the sight of Goku aroused and flushed before him. His partner’s eyes were still eerily alight which only served to turn him on further. He could definitely get used to seeing the brunet like this. “Well? We don’t have all night,” Sanzo groused, though the smirk on his lips belied his words as he watched Goku slather lubricant along his own cock. His body shuddered in delight.
Goku swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, moving back to settle himself between Sanzo’s thighs before guiding the head of his erection against Sanzo’s entrance. With a slow, albeit bumbling, thrust, he managed to slid inside the other man inch by inch until he was fully seated inside Sanzo. His mind spun with the sensation, but he wouldn’t do anything until Sanzo was ready. “Sanzo? Are you still okay?”
Sanzo hissed, his body overwhelmed by the sensation. It hurt, but it was a good kind of pain. He took a couple of deep breaths, until the need to move overrode any lingering stabs of pain. He bucked his hips up, clenching his teeth against the dual sensation that rippled through his lower body. “Move, damnit!”
The brunet didn’t have to be told twice, beginning a slow and steady rhythm that drew the pleasure out for both of them. A moan escaped him as his hips moved faster when he grew more confident and sure. It helped that choked gasps and muffled moans were escaping from Sanzo, knowing that the man’s pride wouldn’t let him articulate them too loudly. It was enough, though, especially with Sanzo’s cock throbbing between them. He pumped his hips harder, faster, as one hand snaked between them to take Sanzo into his hand. He began to stroke the blond again, loving the feeling of Sanzo’s arousal pulsing in his hand. Goku pressed delicate kisses against Sanzo’s neck, his jawline, his forehead, until finally he pressed their lips together in a searing kiss. The angle was awkward, but they managed it as he steadily pounded the blond into the mattress.
Time was lost between the two as they continued, until all the pressure that had been building in Goku’s groin exploded, spilling his seed deep inside Sanzo’s body. He growled, his hand tightening as he fisted Sanzo’s cock harder until he felt the blond’s body tense beneath him.
“Fuck, Goku!” Sanzo screamed hoarsely, his body shuddering and shaking in the intensity of his orgasm. He felt his cum dot his stomach as it slipped through Goku’s fingers, but it didn’t warrant very much thinking about. Goku’s groan as his muscles clenched around him was enough to make him feel utterly justified. He knew he was probably going to be sore as hell in the morning, but it had been worth it. Sanzo nudged his partner not so gently when he collapsed on him. “Get up. I’m uncomfortable and you’re not sleeping on me like that.”
Finally, Goku slid out of Sanzo’s body wetly, leaning down to clean Sanzo’s chest as after he licked his fingers clean. The blond rolled his eyes and bopped the brunet on the head. “Idiot,” he whispered, opening his arms and allowing the brunet to cuddle to him. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.
“Sanzo?” Goku asked quietly, pressing his head beneath Sanzo’s chin and wrapping his arm around his chest. Their legs twined comfortably, and the brunet yawned as he began to drift off to sleep. “I love you.”
“Mmm. I know.” And I love you too.
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I'm thinking about posting this elsewhere, but I'm not sure. *scratches head* Maybe. We'll see.
*yawns* Hope you enjoyed. Goodnight, flist. *hugs you all* I'll comment and catch up tomorrow, I promise! <3
But, I just spent the last three hours writing this! Remember those crack!fics that I was writing? And remember that the winners got giftfics? Well, this one was for
soliandxpyne.I hope they remember it... And I hope this makes up for my crappy fic I dumped on you guys last night. XDDDetails under the cut.
And for anybody not familiar with Loveless...you should be! *is half-kidding* The basic premise of Loveless is that there are fighters who have been trained to do so. There are pairs, with a Fighter and a Sacrifice. A Sacrifice takes the damage and directs the battle, and a Fighter casts the spells using the power of words to fight/defend/etc. Also, in Loveless, people who are still virgins have kitty ears and tails. <3 The fighters know their other half by a defining birthmark they share, and they have names that end in "-less" like "Loveless" or "Breathless"
soliandxpyne...this is for you guys. <3TITLE: Dichotomy
AUTHOR: Eyes of Shinigami
RATING: NC-17...NOT WORKSAFE
PAIRING: 93
WARNINGS: Manslash, mansmex, potential spoilers, fluff. THIS WILL NOT MAKE SENSE IF YOU ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH LOVELESS!
SUMMARY: Goku and Sanzo are a Fighter team that decide to take their partnership to the next level. Crossover between Loveless and Saiyuki that was requested by
soliandxypne as their giftfic for the crackfic challenge. I hope this is up to snuff!DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Saiyuki or Loveless. Those belong to the wonderfully talented Kazuya Minekura and Yun Kouga. I borrow for my own amusement and the amusement of others.
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“Aw, come on Sanzo! I’m hungry!” Goku whined pitifully, glancing up at his blond counterpart with wide golden eyes that wobbled in childish expectation. He tugged on Sanzo’s sleeve as his stomach growled loudly.
Sanzo’s slender, wheat-gold ears folded back in aggravation, resisting the urge to bop the brunet on the head soundly between his own pair of deep brown ones. His matching fluffy tail twitched as he spoke, as if to accentuate his words. “We just ate, idiot. You can’t be hungry already.” He jerked back when Goku’s tail tried to twine with his own, growling softly in his throat. He hated the that the brunet insisted on touching him like this in public, even if they had been partners for nearly three years. He shied away from touch as it was, but it seemed that the excitable younger man ignored it.
Goku pouted, his stomach still rumbling its protests at the blond’s refusal. “So, I need a lot of energy! Big deal. You’re so mean, Sanzo!” His words were more teasing than anything else, a sunny smile on his lips as they walked up the street. He was used to Sanzo’s behavior, so it didn’t faze him to be refused as he had been. Besides, he knew it was only a matter of time before he annoyed his partner into submission. “Anyway, I’m surprised it’s been so quiet lately…no battles or anything,” he commented, changing the subject. While they were dangerous, he hated not having any battles to fight; his excess energy needed an outlet and the fights were a perfect way to relieve it.
Sanzo silently nodded, having wondered the same thing himself. For a while, it seemed that he and Goku were getting attacked every time they rounded a corner. The reprieve should have comforted him, but instead it just made him nervous. It was almost as if there was something bigger coming. “Be thankful. I was getting sick of being attacked all the time.”
The brunet sighed loudly through his nose. “Whatever. It makes me…feel useless.” He trailed off after a moment, not sure of why he told Sanzo that in the first place. Then, a firm hand settled on his head and Goku heard the blond speak softly.
“You’re not useless. Just quit worrying about it, okay?”
Goku nodded, finding comfort in the touch. A soft purr rumbled from within his chest and he didn’t miss the smirk it produced on Sanzo’s face. He was tempted to loop his fingers with Sanzo’s when the blond pulled his hand away, but he knew the other man wouldn’t react well to it. Casual touches, sometimes, but anything like that was out of the question. Of course, that always made Goku ache inside. He knew what he wanted from his Sacrifice, but Sanzo was reluctant and would never allow it. So, Goku just accepted things as they were. It was better than nothing, right?
They walked past the usual shops that lined their street, until Goku stopped dead in front of a back alleyway. His pupils slit, and his mouth thinned to a grim line. “What is it?” Sanzo asked, recognizing that stance and immediately was at Goku’s side. Then, he felt it too, the prickling across his skin like a thousand marching insects in single file.
“They’re strong, Sanzo. Stronger than we’ve faced so far.” Goku’s voice was even, business-like in its severity. Only when a fight was looming did the normally happy-go-lucky teenager become so serious. His fists clenched hard at his side before turning to look at his companion.
Sanzo almost asked if they could avoid them, but he knew enemies as strong as those would only seek them out. Explaining another accident in their apartment to the landlady would be hell, so he figured it best to wait until they came to them. “How far away are they?”
Goku’s keen eyes scanned the area, once again narrowing down the alleyway and maneuvering his body so that it was in front of Sanzo’s. “They’re close. There!” Just then, two figures appeared in the formerly abandoned alleyway.
“Well, well, well…fancy meetin’ you two here. Didn’t expect to find such infamous fighters ’round here,” the shorter of the men drawled in an unrecognizable accent, running a hand through his silver-hair as his eyes shone with dark intentions. “Pleased to meet you, good sirs.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Sanzo growled, inching closer to Goku out of habit. He could feel the tenseness radiating off his partner, creating a strange mix with the raw power he felt rolling off the other two.
The silver-haired man looked appalled at his behavior. “My, so rude! I suppose no one took the time to teach you any manners, did they, young’un? Mercy, Gat! What ever will we do?” The tall, dark-skinned man, Gat presumably, said nothing in reply. But, that didn’t seem to faze the man in the slightest. “And here I was thinkin’ we could be dignified about this. I suppose not then. My name is Hazel Grosse, and I challenge you gentleman to a battle.”
Goku and Sanzo looked at each other, both of them nodding resolutely before turning back to their opponents. “We accept,” Goku replied, closing his eyes as the landscape melted behind them into the time-warp they found themselves in when they battled. “We are ‘Thoughtless’, those who do not hesitate to destroy our enemies with a single thought.” His eyes slid open then, alight with the impending fight.
The blond couldn’t help the shudder of excitement that rippled through him when he saw his Fighter unit like this. Sanzo could deny the feelings he felt for Goku until he was blue in the face, but seeing the brunet like this made his blood burn in his veins. He pressed his palm to his partner’s forehead, their matching birthmarks glowing with power. It often seemed like Goku become a whole other being when they fought. “Goku…do what it takes.”
Hazel only smirked, exposing his shoulder where his own mark burned into his skin. “And we are ‘Heartless’, those who attack without mercy.” He pointed in their direction, turning to his partner. “Gat…you know what to do.”
Sanzo very nearly laughed, since it seemed that the hulking giant had yet to say a word, but it was lost when Gat’s booming voice could be heard in the void swirling around them. “Darkness that surrounds our enemy, dulling their senses and hiding the light.” He waved a massive arm, and the two found themselves cloaked in darkness.
But, Goku was ready with a counterattack just as quickly. “Bring forth the light, piercing the dark and ripping it to shreds.” Beams of light shot through the shroud of black, the sound of cloth ripping echoing through the air. “Transform to lightning, sending shock waves that paralyze.”
Hazel frowned as the liquid heat penetrated his body with a hiss of pain; he didn’t expect the runt to be so effective. He’d been watching the two of them for days now, and the boy had always seemed to be too stupid to form a coherent sentence, much less use words effectively as spells. “Gat! Bind them!”
Gat nodded. “Chains of steel constrict and bind, to force them into submission,” he called out with a surprisingly elegant wave of his arm.
Sanzo found a tight collar wrapped around his neck, forcing a heaving breath out of him as he looked up at his partner. Goku’s wrists were bound behind his back in a painful looking position, but the brunet didn’t look fazed. He knew that his Fighter was focused and wouldn’t show any emotion on his face. “Chains of steel become brittle over time. Break, and shards fly to desecrate the tender flesh of a beating heart.” The steel broke, the pieces barreling into Hazel and forcing the man to his knees. Blood poured from the wound on his shoulder as a similar collar was clasped around his neck. Gat’s wrists were bound similarly to how Goku’s had been, causing him to grunt in pain.
“Perhaps I was underestimatin’ you, Mister. I certainly won’t be doin’ that again. Gat! Give it all you got!” The man nodded, closing his eyes and folding his hands.
“Darkness rises from the depths, suffocating everything. It suffocates and rips the breath away.” Another wave, and Sanzo felt blood sliding down his chest and soaking his shirt. A tighter collar appeared, bringing him to his knees as well. The pain was overwhelming; that hit had been damaging.
Goku turned, looking concerned for his partner. “Sanzo! Are you all right?” His gaze roamed over the form of his Sacrifice, missing that Gat was speaking again.
“Don’t stop concentrating, you idiot monkey! Turn around!” Sanzo’s voice forced him to snap around just in time, before he called out his counter spell.
“Evade. Let this body feel the blow. Petals on the wind act like razors, spilling blood to feed the cherry blossoms,” Goku ground out, hitting the ground with a painful thud and feeling blood welling within his mouth. The constraints on his wrists tightened to where he could feel his bones shifting. He’d been careless and Sanzo was going be pissed. “The blood will pool, drowning and staining skin a deep crimson.” It hurt to speak, but he had to.
Sanzo’s heart clenched when he heard Goku’s pained attempts, the attacks weakening as his Fighter took the damage for him. Why? Why did that idiot have to do that for him? He couldn’t let the monkey be so stupid. Forcing himself up and moving swiftly to his partner, he yanked the brunet to his feet while the other two were temporarily distracted. “Goku, I swear, if you lose I’ll kill you myself. You can’t lose!” Perhaps it wasn’t what he had intended to say, but that was lost in the bruising kiss he pressed to Goku‘s mouth. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he felt he had to.
Goku, after a moment of shock, responded eagerly to the kiss he was being offered. Sanzo had never done anything of the sort, but it was enough to get him to regain his focus. He would protect his Sacrifice, and would beat his enemy. When they parted, his eyes were glowing with determination. “I won’t.”
The two stood, and Hazel flinched at the deadly look on the other Fighter’s face. “Gat! Now!”
Before Gat could speak, Goku held out his hand and the spell left his lips without a moment’s hesitation. “Shards of light overpower the darkness. Chaos burns like a flame and spreads like wildfire, destroying everything.” The hit was devastating.
Hazel hit the ground once more, grasping for breath as his body was bound tightly in tendrils of power that burned like liquid fire across his skin. He’d never felt anything so painful in his life. Gat flinched, but could only stare helplessly as his Sacrifice was damaged.
Sanzo folded his arms across his chest, the collar disappearing as their enemies. “Goku…one more time.” He didn’t care if he killed their opponents, since this man had been so adamant about destroying his Fighter. He couldn’t have that.
“Fire burns, sapping life from everything it touches,” Goku growled, watching with morbid delight as the man screamed out in pain. He wouldn’t kill unless Sanzo ordered him to, though he doubted the man would unless he had to. So much for them being stronger than them, he thought with a snort. “Sanzo?”
The blond smirked, looking down at the silver-haired man writhing in pain. “Do you forfeit? Or should I have my Fighter destroy you for your impertinence? We are ‘Thoughless’, and we have yet to be defeated.” He showed him the kanji on his palm, matching the one that glowed beneath Goku’s brunet bangs.
Hazel glowered, but lowered his head in defeat. There was no way he was going to win against them. “I’ll be back, you know. I’ll win next time,” he whispered harshly, unable to look Sanzo in the face.
Sanzo snorted derisively, the dark void around them returning back to the cityscape that had been there before. “Whatever. Then we’ll just kick your ass again, right?” He turned to his partner, finding Goku with a wide smile on his face as he hopped around excited. The mark they shared disappeared, as it always did when they finished a battle.
“Yep!” Goku stuck his tongue out childishly, not even giving the other fighters a backwards glance as he and Sanzo headed back down the street as if nothing had happened. This time, when he looped his fingers with Sanzo’s, the man didn’t pull away.
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Evening had fallen by the time they reached their small apartment, but they didn’t seem to mind. The two of them went about their usual routine, but Goku felt something else going on. While he was taking his shower, his head was buzzing with memories from the fight. Sanzo had kissed him, but what did it mean? His body shuddered pleasantly at the memory of the blond’s lips on his own, his tongue tracing along his bottom lip as though he could taste the other man again. He’d heard that Fighters and Sacrifices grew stronger when they shared each other’s bed, but he doubted that’s what it meant. Sanzo had made it clear that he wasn’t interested like that, but…Goku couldn’t forget the brief touch of lips. Mustering his courage, he decided that he’d ask Sanzo about it, no matter what the outcome was.
What he didn’t know was that Sanzo was having a very similar dilemma as he tried to read his book. The words fuzzed together and his tail twitched in annoyance at the warring feelings in his gut. The kiss had been hot, intense, and everything that Sanzo had been avoiding. He wasn’t the type for physical comfort from anyone, much less Goku. The boy had been making him question himself since they had met years ago, even more so when they realized that they were bound by their name. He didn’t deny the unspoken connection he had with the brunet; he just didn’t know if he wanted to put that sort of title to it.
But, at the same time, he knew he trusted Goku. He trusted the boy with his very life, and he knew that Goku felt the same way. Logically, he couldn’t see a problem with it. However, logic and his demeanor didn’t often go hand-in-hand.
“Sanzo? What’s wrong? You look like someone just told you that the landlady turned out to be your long lost sister,” Goku joked, though his voice shook slightly. He toweled off his hair as he sat down next to Sanzo, clad only in a clean pair of jeans.
The blond couldn’t help but snort at that, the corner of his lip tugging up in a smirk. “Nothing that dramatic, monkey.” Silence welled and hung between them, avoiding the inevitable. “Goku…what do you think of me? Honestly.”
Goku’s eyes widened slightly, but he seriously pondered the question. Taking a deep breath, he figured that it was no or never. “Well…you’re my Sacrifice. I protect you, and I’d do anything for you. We were bound before I knew you, and I probably couldn’t live without you. I love you, in every scope of the word.” There. He said it, taking another deep breath to steady himself for the rejection he was sure to follow.
Sanzo’s mind reeled. Could it really be that simple? Of course it could, since this was Goku logic he was up against. If three years with his partner had taught him anything, it was that he wasn’t able to stand up to such blatant stupidity. He was lost before it started. “You know…I feel the same way,” he mumbled reluctantly under his breath, unsure of whether or not Goku had heard him. His cheeks burned and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to repeat the words again any time soon.
But then, a gentle hand cupped his cheek and tipped his face upward to meet soft golden eyes that smiled down at him. “I’m glad…we were meant to be together, Sanzo. Always.” Goku leaned down, daring to press a kiss to Sanzo’s mouth that was chaste and sweet.
However, the blond would have none of that nonsense, threading his fingers through soft brown hair and pulling the brunet closer. Sanzo slid his tongue between Goku’s lips, effectively coaxing the other muscle to slide wetly against his own. Heat pounded in his body, much like the way it had when he’d kissed Goku during the battle. It thrummed in his veins as the blood rushed away from his head and pooled in his groin. Sure, he’d had sexual thoughts about Goku before, but this was unlike anything he could have fantasized about.
Goku, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. He shifted his body so that he was in Sanzo’s lap, pressing his hips into the blond’s and bringing them closer. Desire buzzed behind his eyelids and sent his mind reeling as he tugged Sanzo‘s shirt off and threw it aside. This wasn’t what he thought kissing Sanzo would be like, it was ten times better. A purr began in the back of his throat, melding into the soft moan that escaped him when Sanzo pulled back. “Why’d you stop?” he asked breathlessly, trying to glare at his partner.
At first, Sanzo didn’t answer. Instead, he took the moment to study Goku. The other man looked utterly delicious flushed like that, rivulets of water from his still-damp hair trailing down his tanned chest. As wonderful as the sight was, he knew that if he let this continue it would change everything. Seeing Goku fight for him, and knowing that Goku would have to watch him take damage was enough to make him pause. Was it worth the pain?
“I’m strong, Sanzo. You just have to trust me.” Ah, that was what he needed to hear, even if he would never admit it aloud.
“I know.” No more words were spoken, the two leaning in once more. The kisses they exchanged were heated, even as fevered hands began to explore one another. Their hips bumped again, and Sanzo was suddenly alerted to how aroused his partner was when he felt Goku’s burgeoning erection bump against his own. His eyes narrowed, unsure how to react to the realization.
Goku’s hips stilled and he looked at Sanzo with eyes that held love and understanding in them, and a bit of fear lurking beneath the surface. “I’m sorry…Sanzo. We don’t have to…I mean…it’s okay…”
An amused snort escaped from the blond at Goku’s stumbling. How could he stand up to such idiocy, really? It was endearing. Their ears marked their lack of sexual prowess, but he knew either of them were stupid. And, it felt right. “What makes you think I don’t want this, hmm? Did I say that? Stop putting words into my mouth, idiot.”
Only Sanzo could make an insult sound like a sweet nothing. A shudder rippled up his spine in response, getting off of Sanzo’s lap and tugging him in the direction of the bedroom they had shared. They had slept in the same bed since they moved into the apartment, since the small place only had one room. Of course, they’d stayed on separate sides of the bed. Now, it seemed, that wasn’t going to be a problem anymore.
Using his superior strength, Goku gently shoved Sanzo to the bed before clamoring atop the other male once more. He began to kiss along Sanzo’s neck, earning muffled groans from the blond beneath him.
“Who said you could be on top, monkey?” Sanzo asked grumpily, his pride not able to accept the idea of being on the bottom. At least, until Goku stared up at him with eyes that glittered with the same determination he had in battle. The blond moaned as heat shot through his body under that gaze. He thought he saw golden eyes go slit for a second, but he decided it was best not press the issue. Besides, there would always be next time. “Fine. Do what you want.”
“Oh, I will.” Goku laughed as Sanzo balked at the blatant innuendo, but he soothed the blond when he pressed his mouth to a coppery nipple. He rolled the hardening bud beneath his tongue and between his teeth, wringing more sounds out of the other man that was trying not to squirm beneath him. Another soft purr rumbled in his chest, one hand bracing himself as the other slid purposefully down Sanzo’s trim abdomen. He traced a line with his tongue to Sanzo’s other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other while he fought with the button on his soon-to-be lover’s jeans.
Sanzo, always impatient, pushed Goku off with a growl and did it himself before laying back. He stared at the brunet with an expectant look. The monkey had to do something before he lost his nerve and called the whole thing off. But, Goku didn’t disappoint, continuing to toy with his nipple as his hand slid into Sanzo’s pants. A pleased hiss escaped the blond as Goku’s nimble fingers found his arousal, fingering the slit before wrapping around his length and beginning to stroke.
Goku’s mind was spinning wildly, feeling the soft skin of Sanzo’s cock pulsing in his hand as he flicked his wrist. It made his own throb in response, eager to continue further. He tried to remember the information he’d read in that book he kept stashed in the bottom of their closet, grateful that Sanzo had never come across it. He looked up at Sanzo for permission, moving to pull the blond’s pants off. Wide-eyed, he stared down at Sanzo for a good long minute, until the blond’s rough voice broke his trance.
“What the hell are you staring at?”
His face broke into a grin, leaning down and pressing a kiss right below Sanzo’s navel. “Never mind. Give me a second.” He leaned over the other man to dig around in his nightstand beside the bed, looking for the lubricant he’d hidden in there. He couldn’t remember what had possessed him to buy it, but he was very thankful that he did. Though, once he retrieved it, he nearly dropped when he felt an unexpected tongue against the sensitive skin of his chest. Sanzo was willingly touching him and that knowledge was enough to make his mind go blank. He nearly forgot what he was doing, until he felt Sanzo’s teeth graze his nipple impatiently.
“I don’t even want to know where you got that,” Sanzo commented in a husky whisper, his tone lacking its usual bite. Goku had to admit that he painted a beautiful picture, spread out and aroused before him. He felt his cock twitch in response, knowing that he had to get moving now before he exploded.
“Then I won’t tell you.” Goku snapped open the lid and poured a generous amount on his fingers, leaning down and positioning himself between Sanzo’s legs. Experimentally, he slowly eased a finger inside the blond, glancing up for any sign that he was hurting his partner. “Sanzo? You okay?”
Sanzo grit his teeth against the intrusion, unsure of whether it felt good or it hurt. That was probably to be expected. “Fine. Just get on with it, you stupid-ah!” Whatever he’d been planning to say was lost when Goku’s mouth descended upon him, feeling soft lips and a novice tongue exploring his erection in a way that it had never been explored before. Goku was no expert, but it wasn’t like Sanzo had anything to compare it too. He felt fingers wrap securely around his base, as Goku’s tongue trailed along the underside of his shaft. Coupled with the feeling of Goku’s fingers scissoring inside of him as he thrust in and out, Sanzo’s head was spinning.
Goku was having an equally tough time keeping himself steady. Sanzo’s scent all around him and the taste in his mouth was enough to send his senses into overdrive. He moaned as Sanzo’s cock pulsed against his tongue and he slid the third finger into his lover effortlessly. Sanzo’s body was opening under his touch, remembering the importance the book stressed on stretching and preparing. Besides, it wasn’t often that he got to see his partner so vulnerable and open, if it all. Even if Sanzo never let him do this again, it was an image that would be burned in the back of his mind forever. “Sanzo? Are you ready?”
It took Sanzo a minute to realize that Goku was speaking to him, nodding once before laying back against the pillows so he could watch. He was treated to Goku slowly divesting himself of his jeans, his body responding to the sight of Goku aroused and flushed before him. His partner’s eyes were still eerily alight which only served to turn him on further. He could definitely get used to seeing the brunet like this. “Well? We don’t have all night,” Sanzo groused, though the smirk on his lips belied his words as he watched Goku slather lubricant along his own cock. His body shuddered in delight.
Goku swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, moving back to settle himself between Sanzo’s thighs before guiding the head of his erection against Sanzo’s entrance. With a slow, albeit bumbling, thrust, he managed to slid inside the other man inch by inch until he was fully seated inside Sanzo. His mind spun with the sensation, but he wouldn’t do anything until Sanzo was ready. “Sanzo? Are you still okay?”
Sanzo hissed, his body overwhelmed by the sensation. It hurt, but it was a good kind of pain. He took a couple of deep breaths, until the need to move overrode any lingering stabs of pain. He bucked his hips up, clenching his teeth against the dual sensation that rippled through his lower body. “Move, damnit!”
The brunet didn’t have to be told twice, beginning a slow and steady rhythm that drew the pleasure out for both of them. A moan escaped him as his hips moved faster when he grew more confident and sure. It helped that choked gasps and muffled moans were escaping from Sanzo, knowing that the man’s pride wouldn’t let him articulate them too loudly. It was enough, though, especially with Sanzo’s cock throbbing between them. He pumped his hips harder, faster, as one hand snaked between them to take Sanzo into his hand. He began to stroke the blond again, loving the feeling of Sanzo’s arousal pulsing in his hand. Goku pressed delicate kisses against Sanzo’s neck, his jawline, his forehead, until finally he pressed their lips together in a searing kiss. The angle was awkward, but they managed it as he steadily pounded the blond into the mattress.
Time was lost between the two as they continued, until all the pressure that had been building in Goku’s groin exploded, spilling his seed deep inside Sanzo’s body. He growled, his hand tightening as he fisted Sanzo’s cock harder until he felt the blond’s body tense beneath him.
“Fuck, Goku!” Sanzo screamed hoarsely, his body shuddering and shaking in the intensity of his orgasm. He felt his cum dot his stomach as it slipped through Goku’s fingers, but it didn’t warrant very much thinking about. Goku’s groan as his muscles clenched around him was enough to make him feel utterly justified. He knew he was probably going to be sore as hell in the morning, but it had been worth it. Sanzo nudged his partner not so gently when he collapsed on him. “Get up. I’m uncomfortable and you’re not sleeping on me like that.”
Finally, Goku slid out of Sanzo’s body wetly, leaning down to clean Sanzo’s chest as after he licked his fingers clean. The blond rolled his eyes and bopped the brunet on the head. “Idiot,” he whispered, opening his arms and allowing the brunet to cuddle to him. Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.
“Sanzo?” Goku asked quietly, pressing his head beneath Sanzo’s chin and wrapping his arm around his chest. Their legs twined comfortably, and the brunet yawned as he began to drift off to sleep. “I love you.”
“Mmm. I know.” And I love you too.
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I'm thinking about posting this elsewhere, but I'm not sure. *scratches head* Maybe. We'll see.
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