Fic: Cant dels Ocells 393 PG-13
Fandom: Saiyuki
Author: Sunspot
Title: Cant dels Ocells
Rating: PG 13
Note: A Christmas gift for Lawless, who wanted Sanzo and Goku and birdsong. El cant dells ocells is a Catalán Christmas carol. The title means “Carol of the Birds.” Advent Challenge day 25
Cant dels Ocells
Sanzo stayed very still. There was something . . .
Catalogue: gun a hard lump under pillow, no one in the room who shouldn’t be, Goku still out-half draped over Sanzo, but a sharp elbow to the ribs and he’d be off and up and ready to fight and . . .
Birds.
It was birds. Singing.
Curru, curru, curru. Cheep, cheep, cheep. Tu-whoo.
The light was all wrong-even Sanzo knew the stupid birds didn’t start their racket till right before dawn. He cut his eyes at the clock:
One-two-oh-oh glowed red in the dark.
They’d been asleep less than a fucking hour. He’d think it was the damn kappa playing a joke, but last he saw them Hakkai had been pulling Gojyo through their own door with intent.
And everyone knew you didn’t mess around with birds and Goku.
Goku.
Goku shifted against him.
Okay, less than a fucking hour after more than an hour of fucking.
Sanzo could feel his muscles stand down. It should make a creaking sound the way it felt.
But the only sound was birds, and breathing.
Curru, curru, curru. Cheep, cheep, cheep. Tu-whoo.
Inhale. Exhale. Sigh.
Sanzo settled on his back. Goku shifted again, got his head half on Sanzo’s shoulder, breathing into Sanzo’s neck.
What the hell. Sanzo slipped his arm around the saru, settled him closer. He was warm, and Sanzo was well fucked, and it felt good.
Curru, curru, curru. Cheep, cheep, cheep. Tu-whoo.
Inhale. Exhale. Sigh.
Sanzo’s eyes adjusted. They were a weakness. Goku, Gojyo, even Hakkai, could see in what might as well be pitch-black to Sanzo.
But the stars were bright tonight.
They weren’t at the inn. They’d had dinner there, and drinks at the bar, but it was some kind of pilgrimage, or census, or some shit Sanzo couldn’t be bothered with. No vacancies.
They were only saved from sleeping in Jeep because the inn’s cook was devout enough to offer a Sanzo priest his grown children’s old rooms. And trust them with the keys.
There were even people sleeping in barns, Hakkai had reported.
Curru, curru, curru. Cheep, cheep, cheep. Tu-whoo.
Inhale. Exhale. Sigh.
The bird thing was really weird, though.
What the hell. Sanzo craned his neck down and gave Goku a kiss.
“Huh, wha?” Goku said blurrily, and stretched against Sanzo.
Which was hot. But.
Curru, curru, curru. Cheep, cheep, cheep. Tu-whoo.
“Listen,” Sanzo said. Cocked his head toward the window. He knew Goku could see him.
“Ohhh,” Goku said, propped up on one elbow. “’Time s’it?”
Not that Goku couldn’t turn his head and see. “Just after twelve.”
Goku settled back down, but awake. Head back on Sanzo’s shoulder.
Curru, curru, curru. Cheep, cheep, cheep. Tu-whoo.
Inhale. Exhale.
“’S pretty,” Goku said.
Sanzo nodded.
“Y’d think they were celebrating something.”
Sanzo stroked his fingers through Goku’s hair.