Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ Sweat, Not Tears ❯ Rectal Thermometers ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Navi99 
Sanzo gets sick, Gojyo struggles to deal.
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.04.2006 | Updated On: 08.04.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 913 | Status: Work In Progress
Sanzo gets sick, Gojyo struggles to deal.
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.04.2006 | Updated On: 08.04.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 913 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki, nor am I making any profit from this.
A/N: Hey! I’m so happy to have finished this chapter. I don’t even know how I managed it - at this point I’ve consumed more sugar than should be legal. But how could I not?! After those wonderful reviews I just had to finish another chapter. ^_^ Sorry if it seems like I’m just dragging the story on and on and on . . . ^_^ I’m not -really, I’m just trying to set up their relationship. Originally this story was only supposed to be five chapters ^_^’’
Anyway, here you are hope you enjoy. Oh and the sugar is to blame for the title of this chappie - blame it all on the sugar ^_^
With special dedication to KakashiSanzo5790.
Chapter 9: Rectal Thermometers
Gojyo growled low in his throat, burying deeper into the comfort of his bed. He was having the most heavenly dream. There were hands - gentle and soothing - running through his hair and such soft velvety lips brushing against his own - slow strokes that made him groan and stretch his neck, wanting to linger with those kind hands and tender lips.
What the-
He frowned realizing that he felt completely awake and yet if anything, the feel of those limbs on him was clearer than before. His eyes flew open and he jerked up - making a sudden grab at the presence next to him when the bed suddenly shifted.
“A little late to be worried about your safety, don’t you think?” as raspy voice asked. “I’ve been here for fifteen minutes, if I’d wanted to kill you I could have done it thirty times over by now.”
“Sanzo!?” Gojyo groaned and fell back on the bed, clutching his chest, “you almost gave me a heart attack.”
The blonde snorted and stretched out on the bed next to the redhead, propped up on his elbow. “If it would be that easy to scare you into an early grave, maybe you deserve to die young.”
Gojyo grinned and made a grab for the monk, dragging the blonde into the circle of his arms. “Long as I’m with you when it happens, beautiful, I wont mind,” he responded reaching out and brushing away the golden hair that obscured Sanzo’s eyes. He ran a hand down the monk’s back, nestling him closer and planted a kiss on the tip of the blonde’s nose.
“Gojyo!” Sanzo growled, wiping at his nose with his shirt sleeve.
The redhead settled back and smirked, “not that I’m complaining sweetheart, but what are you doing here?”
The monk sighed against Gojyo, rubbing against him leisurely - the redhead blinked, almost expecting the blonde to grow furry ears and start purring. Sanzo draped an arm over the taller man and stroked his chest. “I came to say good morning.”
“Uh huh . . . you came into my room and molested me in bed - while unconscious I might add - all to wish me a good morning?”
Gojyo smiled as he saw the blonde’s cheeks pinken in the dim early-morning light.
“N-no- it’s just that . . . we’re- now that we-” Sanzo broke off, frustrated and turned his head away, body tensing.
“Come on Sanzo, I was only kidding,” he murmured, reaching out and grasping the blonde’s chin, turning amethyst to meet crimson. “This is the best morning greeting I’ve ever had.”
He leaned forward and brushed his lips with the blonde’s, groaning slightly at the silken feel of the monk so close. He felt Sanzo press closer, those fingers making sweeping caresses that heated his skin. The redhead moaned when he felt the lips attached to his part and a sweet, warm agile tongue invaded his mouth. It was too much - the feel of the monk’s body branding his, those sinful lips depriving him of thought, and those hands that threatened to undo him - he was sinking too quickly and if they didn’t stop NOW-
Sanzo quite suddenly seemed to realize Gojyo was naked under the covers. He stopped and held his breath for a moment, uncertain, before flattening his hand on the redhead’s chest, drawing it down in an agonizingly slow move that was driving the crimson-eyed man crazy- He gave a strangled gasp when the blonde reached is naval, then that torturous hand turned to-
Gojyo jerked his lips away and drew back slightly putting some distance between their bodies so he could think, and try to get his breathing under control. Not to mention that his dick was practically waving at Sanzo.
“W-why . . . ? The blonde looked endearingly confused - eyes dazed with passion, lips swollen and pink, and his cheeks flushed - pale hands reached for Gojyo again only to be intercepted.
The blonde frowned, “why-”
“Don’t you have to be in class in a few more hours? You should try to get some more sleep,” he edged, kissing the blonde’s hands. “We always have time for this later, right?”
Sanzo nodded, though he still looked unsure and allowed Gojyo to draw him into the circle of his arms again.
“Shouldn’t you set the alarm clock?” asked the redhead between yawns.
Silken hair swept over tanned skin as the blonde shook his head, “I don’t need it.”
Gojyo shrugged, “don’t blame me if you wake up late.”
Crimson eyes drifted closed and he sighed in contentment as he felt the blonde settle more fully against him. He reached out his arms and encircled the monk, pressing him nearer.
* * * * *
Gojyo turned hearing the door shut and smiled as he realized it was Sanzo getting home.
Finally! Time for that date. We’ve already put it off once - no way is that monk getting out of it this time. he thought with a smirk.
“Muffin, you’re home!”
Gojyo frowned when the blonde failed to rise to the bait. “Sweetie,” he tried again, getting only an annoyed huff for his trouble.
The blonde ignored him and made his way to his bedroom, head downcast. The redhead trailed him, frowning slightly.
He made it to the doorway in time to see Sanzo pitch into the bed and lie there without moving.
“Sanzo? What’s going on?”
The redhead walked into the room and flipped the blonde onto his back, determined to find out what was ailing him. He sucked in a sharp breath when he felt the heat radiating off the monk. Shit!
“Fuck! Sanzo, you’re burning up!”
Bleary amethyst eyes opened and glared petulantly at the kappa. Gojyo could practically hear the thoughts behind those tired violet eyes; no shit, moron. He nearly chuckled.
“Have you taken anything?”
A shake of the head.
“How long have you been running a temp?”
A shrug.
“You gone mute, or something?”
Another shake of the head.
Gojyo rolled his eyes, “why the hell aren’t you talking, then?”
A pale hand rose and Sanzo touched his throat and winced.
Ah, it hurts to talk.
“Well, I don’t think we have any thermometers lying around, and I may not know a lot about sick people but that fever seems to be really high.” Gojyo frowned, considering. “Damn, Hakkai’s not here right now.”
He looked at the blonde and saw that his eyes had fallen closed and he was taking quick shuddering breaths. There was an unhealthy flush spread over his cheekbones too, while the rest of him looked pasty. I’ll at least get him some water so he doesn’t dehydrate and see if maybe I can find something for him to take.
He went into the kitchen and returned to the room quickly only with a glass of water not having found any pills.
“Sanzo,” he called, shaking the blonde gently, “come on, drink some water.”
The blonde grumbled faintly and tried pushing the redhead away weakly, but Gojyo would have none of that and shook Sanzo more roughly. “Come on, angel, open those beautiful eyes of yours. Just for a minute.”
Finally the blonde propped himself up and drank the water quickly, taking long gulps then let himself fall back onto the bed with a sigh of relief.
Gojyo was just patting himself on the back for a job well done when he saw Sanzo sit up abruptly and turn slightly green. Oh shit.
He grabbed and blonde and practically ran to the bathroom with the monk in his arms.
They barely made it in time before Sanzo started heaving and the water he’d drank came rushing back into the toilet bowl - in fact some of it seemed to have missed the bowl and splattered outside. Gojyo felt a little like vomiting himself - he’d always been queasy when it came to these things. He crouched down next to the blonde and rubbed his back in comforting circles feeling completely and utterly useless.
The monk stopped heaving and dropped back to lean against the drawers, he was flushed an angry red from the exertion and his skin looked clammy.
“Let’s get you back to bed, Sanzo,” he murmured, helping the blonde to stand.
The monk shook his head when Gojyo tried to lead him out of the bathroom and moved to the faucet to rinse his mouth.
“Oh, right.” the redhead sighed and ran a hand over his face - he was in over his head, he didn’t know the first thing about sick people.
He scrunched up his nose in distaste when he glanced down and realized he’d have to clean the toilet bowl.
Oh man, I am definitely not looking forward to that. I’ve never had to look after someone who was sick before. Kai was just depressed after Kanan died - horribly, terribly, heartbreakingly depressed, but still just depressed. He didn’t get physically sick, other than losing a very unhealthy amount of weight.
He focused back in on Sanzo and saw that the monk was already finished and was merely starring blankly at the mirror. “I’ve never gotten sick before,” he muttered dumbly, his voice rasping harshly and Gojyo’s hands twitched in sympathy when the blonde gasped and bent over the sink, clutching at his throat, his expression pained.
“Damn!” he whispered fiercely stepping forward and enfolding the monk in a gentle embrace from behind. “Bed, remember, sweetheart?” he murmured easily.
Sanzo nodded and straightened, allowing Gojyo to help him into his bedroom and ease him down onto the mattress.
“I’ll go and try to find you something to take again, okay Sanzo? If I can’t find something here then I’ll need to go out and get it - something . . . anything.”
Sanzo nodded and attempted to pay attention but his eyelids fluttered shut and he did not open them again.
Gojyo ran gentle knuckles over that fair complexion and tried to pacify the worry that was beginning to gnaw at his innards. You’re tainted, whispered the voice of his conscious, don’t forget you’re tainted. You’ll poison everyone around you. Gojyo swallowed hard - wishing it would leave him in peace for once.
No . . . no- not Sanzo, please not Sanzo, he clenched his fists trying to get his thoughts back under control, calling himself ten kinds of idiot for overreacting. Sanzo was just sick, probably the flu or something - of course he wasn’t going to disappear. Like his mother. Like Jien.
He took a deep breath and headed back, determined to find something he could give Sanzo. He ransacked every cabinet - in the bathroom, in the living room, in the kitchen. Finally it was the kitchen that yielded results and he found a small bottle of Tylenol. Shit, not exactly the miracle potion I was hoping for.
Still, it was better than nothing. He headed back to Sanzo’s room, praying the blonde wouldn’t simply throw it back up.
He sat on the bed and shook the blonde slightly. “Wake up Sanzo, I found something for you to take.”
The blonde shook his head but Gojyo put an arm under his shoulders and hefted him into a sitting position.
“Yes, come on, you have to take it. How the hell are you supposed to feel better, otherwise?”
He placed the small pills on Sanzo’s hand and watched as the blonde brought them to his lips shakily then reached out for the water. He lowered monk back onto the bed when he was done and pulled the covers up.
For a moment he debated leaving and checking up on Sanzo later, but the thought was soon brushed aside - he wanted to stay with the blonde.
He divested himself of his clothes, leaving his boxers on - sick or not the monk would probably neuter him otherwise - and climbed into the bed on the opposite side of Sanzo. He sidled up to the monk and pulled him into his arms, then let his own eyes fall shut.
* * * * *
When Gojyo woke next he frowned when he realized that the pill didn’t seem to have had much positive effect.
Sanzo’s breathing had eased up a little bit but his temperature wasn’t down and Gojyo still didn’t like that the blonde’s color was so off. Looking at his watch, the redhead realized that the monk had been running a fever for several hours now. Damn, what now?
No choice. Gojyo stood and put his clothes back on, dreading the argument he knew was coming. “Sanzo . . . time to get up, Sanzo.”
Crimson eyes narrowed when the blonde didn’t so much as twitch. He shook the sick man, doing it again harder when he got no response. “Sanzo!”
“Shu’ up’ you bas’ard.”
Well, I understood that, Gojyo thought raising an amused brow.
“Can’t, sorry. We gotta go to the hospital, you’re not doing too good.”
Amethyst eyes finally opened to glare at the redhead. “I’m not going anywhere,” the monk croaked out.
Well, if nothing else, at least his glare’s gotten stronger. If Sanzo was well enough to argue with him now, he had to be getting better.
“Damn it, Sanzo! I may not be a fucking doctor but I don’t think Advil is gonna do a hell of a lot for you!”
“No, you’re not a doctor, so shut up!” What the blonde no doubt meant to be a yell came out as a pained rasp and Sanzo clutched his throat, his face turning red and his eyes watering slightly with the pain. Gojyo winced in sympathy and stepped out heading to the kitchen to get Sanzo a glass of water.
He frowned, better get some other drinks too, who knows what he’ll want.
He sighed in exasperation when he got back into the room and spied Sanzo attempting to make his way to the bathroom. The blonde was shaky on his feet and was barely managing to stumble along. The redhead headed over to the bed and set the drinks on the nightstand. The monk simply ignored him so he sat down, leaning back with his eyes closed and waited for it. Three . . . two . . . one . . .
Yep, there he goes, he thought, hearing the blonde curse and then a hollow thump, heard a scrape as the monk dragged himself up and took several more wobbly steps. He linked his hands behind his head and again waited for it.
*Crash*
Gojyo smirked and stood, heading over to see the damage the monk had wrought.
Stubborn idiot, he thought fondly as he caught sight of the blonde sitting dazed next to an overturned table in the hallway. Too bad for Sanzo, he’d gotten the room farthest from the bathroom.
“You didn’t break the table did you? Sick or not, Hakkai’d kill you.”
Dulled amethyst eyes finally managed to focus on him and he resisted the urge to chuckle at the slightly affronted look.
The redhead reached his hand out only to have it slapped away.
“Don’t touch me!” Sanzo snarled, glaring heatedly at the man hovering above him, “I don’t need your fucking help.”
A crimson eyebrow rose in mock amazement, “Who said I was helping you, Your Majesty?” he asked ignoring the monk’s disbelieving snort. “I was going to straighten out the table. It’s one of the pieces of furniture Hakkai and Kanan chose before she died - they were going to get married you know. I wasn’t kidding about him killing you if you broke it.”
The anger in those violet eyes evaporated and Sanzo looked chagrined. The blonde placed a hand on the floor and painstakingly pushed to his feet. He steadied himself against the wall, breathing heavily for a minute before bending to grasp the table to set it upright.
It was then that Gojyo stepped forward and reached around Sanzo to pull the blonde’s hands away from the stand. “Let me fix it,” he whispered soothingly, lips brushing against the monk’s temple.
Sanzo stiffened before relaxing back into that secure hold, savoring the warmth and nodded.
After a moment the blonde reached his hand back to whisper the back of his fingers fleetingly over the redhead’s cheek.
Gojyo, in turn, draped his arms loosely around the monk, recognizing the apology and turned his face to nuzzle that palm before placing a kiss there. “Will you come to the hospital?” he asked, then held his breath as he waited for the response. He really didn’t want to have to knock the blonde out and then drag him unconscious to the emergency room.
He saw the monk grimace in distaste but at length he nodded and Gojyo let out a relieved breath. He kissed the back of the blonde’s head and tightened his arms around him temporarily before nudging him forward. “Get going.”
He stood still for a minute, watching as the monk slowly made his way down the hall, short breaths rasping unevenly. His fingers itched to help but he forced himself to reach for the broken pieces of the vase instead.
* * * * *
“I gotta admit, Sanzo” Gojyo murmured, pressing the clean, cool rag to the monk’s forehead once again, “I’ve had some weird dates but this one’s gotta be the weirdest.”
The blonde mumbled something piteously and Gojyo shook his head. How the hell did the monk manage to get sick the day of their date!? The redhead was starting to believe the universe had it in for him. Or maybe, that annoying little voice in the back of his head argued - the one he tended to think of as his voice of reason, it’s because you’re not meant to be going on a date with him. This isn’t your type of thing - not to mention your type of gender. It may be a good time to call off this entire affair before you get any more involved.
Gojyo chose to listen to reason - the reason in his pants was more than enough to keep him by the monk’s side - that’s what he was content with believing at any rate.
The redhead was in a much better mood now that they were out of the hospital. He’d gone to fill the prescription for Sanzo as soon as he was released and had brought him back home and let the monk rest. Now that he knew how to help the blonde and was assured that Sanzo would be perfectly fine he wasn’t feeling panicky so he allowed himself to relax. The monk was gonna be miserable for a few more days but he’d be getting steadily better.
“Come on, Sanzo, time for your pill.”
“Leave me alone, kappa,” the blonde muttered, raising bleary eyes to meet crimson.
Gojyo shook his finger at the blonde and sat next to him on the bed, “No can do, angel, otherwise you’ll never get better. This isn’t some lame attempt to get out of our date, is it?” he asked suspiciously, “I’d better make sure.” The redhead tipped forward seeing Sanzo’s eyes grow wary until his lips rested against the velvet rose of the monk’s. “Mmmm, you are very warm - delicious,” he murmured drawing back again.
“Idiot, you’re gonna get sick too.”
Gojyo smirked, leaning closer to the blonde and running soft hands through silky hair, “Don’t worry, lover, I got a top-notch immune system - can’t even remember the last time I was sick.”
Sanzo snorted but pressed closer to the redhead, curling his body around the live heater that was Gojyo, “Feels good,” he mumbled sleepily, letting amethyst be concealed by the fall of his eyelids.
“Then let’s make it feel better,” Gojyo shifted the blonde until he’d made enough room on the bed for himself then crawled in next to Sanzo and pulled the monk over to him - draping the boneless blonde on his chest. Sanzo sighed and nestled closer, moaning softly as the warmth of the redhead’s body seeped into him and loosened his aching muscles.
* * * * * *
Sanzo’s sickness lasted for about a week. Gojyo was currently thrilled that Sanzo was no longer sick. Forget dates, forget making out, forget screwing the blonde, at the moment he was more than content that the monk was no longer miserable. Because a miserable Sanzo meant an equally miserable Gojyo who then ended up taking his frustrations out on the only other two occupants in the house, and that generally led to a very precarious environment.
It would be more specific to say it became a landmine. Any one of them could blow up and it was only a matter of time - luckily Hakkai had solved the situation before there was any bloodshed by leaving very early in the morning and taking Goku with him, then not returning until late evening. And while Gojyo was very grateful to his friend for having managed to find a way to avert disaster, it did, unfortunately, remove the only successful outlet for the redhead’s frustration. The result - one hell of a cranky Gojyo and a very unhappy monk.
The good news was that Gojyo had learned two very important things. One: he was never going to make another crack about rectal thermometers when the blonde was sick - his left eye was still slightly swollen. And two: he was going to ply the monk with every kind of vitamin he’d ever heard of so that the bastard never got sick again.
That man was a threat to other people’s health when he wasn’t feeling good.
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A/N: Hey! I’m so happy to have finished this chapter. I don’t even know how I managed it - at this point I’ve consumed more sugar than should be legal. But how could I not?! After those wonderful reviews I just had to finish another chapter. ^_^ Sorry if it seems like I’m just dragging the story on and on and on . . . ^_^ I’m not -really, I’m just trying to set up their relationship. Originally this story was only supposed to be five chapters ^_^’’
Anyway, here you are hope you enjoy. Oh and the sugar is to blame for the title of this chappie - blame it all on the sugar ^_^
With special dedication to KakashiSanzo5790.
Chapter 9: Rectal Thermometers
Gojyo growled low in his throat, burying deeper into the comfort of his bed. He was having the most heavenly dream. There were hands - gentle and soothing - running through his hair and such soft velvety lips brushing against his own - slow strokes that made him groan and stretch his neck, wanting to linger with those kind hands and tender lips.
What the-
He frowned realizing that he felt completely awake and yet if anything, the feel of those limbs on him was clearer than before. His eyes flew open and he jerked up - making a sudden grab at the presence next to him when the bed suddenly shifted.
“A little late to be worried about your safety, don’t you think?” as raspy voice asked. “I’ve been here for fifteen minutes, if I’d wanted to kill you I could have done it thirty times over by now.”
“Sanzo!?” Gojyo groaned and fell back on the bed, clutching his chest, “you almost gave me a heart attack.”
The blonde snorted and stretched out on the bed next to the redhead, propped up on his elbow. “If it would be that easy to scare you into an early grave, maybe you deserve to die young.”
Gojyo grinned and made a grab for the monk, dragging the blonde into the circle of his arms. “Long as I’m with you when it happens, beautiful, I wont mind,” he responded reaching out and brushing away the golden hair that obscured Sanzo’s eyes. He ran a hand down the monk’s back, nestling him closer and planted a kiss on the tip of the blonde’s nose.
“Gojyo!” Sanzo growled, wiping at his nose with his shirt sleeve.
The redhead settled back and smirked, “not that I’m complaining sweetheart, but what are you doing here?”
The monk sighed against Gojyo, rubbing against him leisurely - the redhead blinked, almost expecting the blonde to grow furry ears and start purring. Sanzo draped an arm over the taller man and stroked his chest. “I came to say good morning.”
“Uh huh . . . you came into my room and molested me in bed - while unconscious I might add - all to wish me a good morning?”
Gojyo smiled as he saw the blonde’s cheeks pinken in the dim early-morning light.
“N-no- it’s just that . . . we’re- now that we-” Sanzo broke off, frustrated and turned his head away, body tensing.
“Come on Sanzo, I was only kidding,” he murmured, reaching out and grasping the blonde’s chin, turning amethyst to meet crimson. “This is the best morning greeting I’ve ever had.”
He leaned forward and brushed his lips with the blonde’s, groaning slightly at the silken feel of the monk so close. He felt Sanzo press closer, those fingers making sweeping caresses that heated his skin. The redhead moaned when he felt the lips attached to his part and a sweet, warm agile tongue invaded his mouth. It was too much - the feel of the monk’s body branding his, those sinful lips depriving him of thought, and those hands that threatened to undo him - he was sinking too quickly and if they didn’t stop NOW-
Sanzo quite suddenly seemed to realize Gojyo was naked under the covers. He stopped and held his breath for a moment, uncertain, before flattening his hand on the redhead’s chest, drawing it down in an agonizingly slow move that was driving the crimson-eyed man crazy- He gave a strangled gasp when the blonde reached is naval, then that torturous hand turned to-
Gojyo jerked his lips away and drew back slightly putting some distance between their bodies so he could think, and try to get his breathing under control. Not to mention that his dick was practically waving at Sanzo.
“W-why . . . ? The blonde looked endearingly confused - eyes dazed with passion, lips swollen and pink, and his cheeks flushed - pale hands reached for Gojyo again only to be intercepted.
The blonde frowned, “why-”
“Don’t you have to be in class in a few more hours? You should try to get some more sleep,” he edged, kissing the blonde’s hands. “We always have time for this later, right?”
Sanzo nodded, though he still looked unsure and allowed Gojyo to draw him into the circle of his arms again.
“Shouldn’t you set the alarm clock?” asked the redhead between yawns.
Silken hair swept over tanned skin as the blonde shook his head, “I don’t need it.”
Gojyo shrugged, “don’t blame me if you wake up late.”
Crimson eyes drifted closed and he sighed in contentment as he felt the blonde settle more fully against him. He reached out his arms and encircled the monk, pressing him nearer.
* * * * *
Gojyo turned hearing the door shut and smiled as he realized it was Sanzo getting home.
Finally! Time for that date. We’ve already put it off once - no way is that monk getting out of it this time. he thought with a smirk.
“Muffin, you’re home!”
Gojyo frowned when the blonde failed to rise to the bait. “Sweetie,” he tried again, getting only an annoyed huff for his trouble.
The blonde ignored him and made his way to his bedroom, head downcast. The redhead trailed him, frowning slightly.
He made it to the doorway in time to see Sanzo pitch into the bed and lie there without moving.
“Sanzo? What’s going on?”
The redhead walked into the room and flipped the blonde onto his back, determined to find out what was ailing him. He sucked in a sharp breath when he felt the heat radiating off the monk. Shit!
“Fuck! Sanzo, you’re burning up!”
Bleary amethyst eyes opened and glared petulantly at the kappa. Gojyo could practically hear the thoughts behind those tired violet eyes; no shit, moron. He nearly chuckled.
“Have you taken anything?”
A shake of the head.
“How long have you been running a temp?”
A shrug.
“You gone mute, or something?”
Another shake of the head.
Gojyo rolled his eyes, “why the hell aren’t you talking, then?”
A pale hand rose and Sanzo touched his throat and winced.
Ah, it hurts to talk.
“Well, I don’t think we have any thermometers lying around, and I may not know a lot about sick people but that fever seems to be really high.” Gojyo frowned, considering. “Damn, Hakkai’s not here right now.”
He looked at the blonde and saw that his eyes had fallen closed and he was taking quick shuddering breaths. There was an unhealthy flush spread over his cheekbones too, while the rest of him looked pasty. I’ll at least get him some water so he doesn’t dehydrate and see if maybe I can find something for him to take.
He went into the kitchen and returned to the room quickly only with a glass of water not having found any pills.
“Sanzo,” he called, shaking the blonde gently, “come on, drink some water.”
The blonde grumbled faintly and tried pushing the redhead away weakly, but Gojyo would have none of that and shook Sanzo more roughly. “Come on, angel, open those beautiful eyes of yours. Just for a minute.”
Finally the blonde propped himself up and drank the water quickly, taking long gulps then let himself fall back onto the bed with a sigh of relief.
Gojyo was just patting himself on the back for a job well done when he saw Sanzo sit up abruptly and turn slightly green. Oh shit.
He grabbed and blonde and practically ran to the bathroom with the monk in his arms.
They barely made it in time before Sanzo started heaving and the water he’d drank came rushing back into the toilet bowl - in fact some of it seemed to have missed the bowl and splattered outside. Gojyo felt a little like vomiting himself - he’d always been queasy when it came to these things. He crouched down next to the blonde and rubbed his back in comforting circles feeling completely and utterly useless.
The monk stopped heaving and dropped back to lean against the drawers, he was flushed an angry red from the exertion and his skin looked clammy.
“Let’s get you back to bed, Sanzo,” he murmured, helping the blonde to stand.
The monk shook his head when Gojyo tried to lead him out of the bathroom and moved to the faucet to rinse his mouth.
“Oh, right.” the redhead sighed and ran a hand over his face - he was in over his head, he didn’t know the first thing about sick people.
He scrunched up his nose in distaste when he glanced down and realized he’d have to clean the toilet bowl.
Oh man, I am definitely not looking forward to that. I’ve never had to look after someone who was sick before. Kai was just depressed after Kanan died - horribly, terribly, heartbreakingly depressed, but still just depressed. He didn’t get physically sick, other than losing a very unhealthy amount of weight.
He focused back in on Sanzo and saw that the monk was already finished and was merely starring blankly at the mirror. “I’ve never gotten sick before,” he muttered dumbly, his voice rasping harshly and Gojyo’s hands twitched in sympathy when the blonde gasped and bent over the sink, clutching at his throat, his expression pained.
“Damn!” he whispered fiercely stepping forward and enfolding the monk in a gentle embrace from behind. “Bed, remember, sweetheart?” he murmured easily.
Sanzo nodded and straightened, allowing Gojyo to help him into his bedroom and ease him down onto the mattress.
“I’ll go and try to find you something to take again, okay Sanzo? If I can’t find something here then I’ll need to go out and get it - something . . . anything.”
Sanzo nodded and attempted to pay attention but his eyelids fluttered shut and he did not open them again.
Gojyo ran gentle knuckles over that fair complexion and tried to pacify the worry that was beginning to gnaw at his innards. You’re tainted, whispered the voice of his conscious, don’t forget you’re tainted. You’ll poison everyone around you. Gojyo swallowed hard - wishing it would leave him in peace for once.
No . . . no- not Sanzo, please not Sanzo, he clenched his fists trying to get his thoughts back under control, calling himself ten kinds of idiot for overreacting. Sanzo was just sick, probably the flu or something - of course he wasn’t going to disappear. Like his mother. Like Jien.
He took a deep breath and headed back, determined to find something he could give Sanzo. He ransacked every cabinet - in the bathroom, in the living room, in the kitchen. Finally it was the kitchen that yielded results and he found a small bottle of Tylenol. Shit, not exactly the miracle potion I was hoping for.
Still, it was better than nothing. He headed back to Sanzo’s room, praying the blonde wouldn’t simply throw it back up.
He sat on the bed and shook the blonde slightly. “Wake up Sanzo, I found something for you to take.”
The blonde shook his head but Gojyo put an arm under his shoulders and hefted him into a sitting position.
“Yes, come on, you have to take it. How the hell are you supposed to feel better, otherwise?”
He placed the small pills on Sanzo’s hand and watched as the blonde brought them to his lips shakily then reached out for the water. He lowered monk back onto the bed when he was done and pulled the covers up.
For a moment he debated leaving and checking up on Sanzo later, but the thought was soon brushed aside - he wanted to stay with the blonde.
He divested himself of his clothes, leaving his boxers on - sick or not the monk would probably neuter him otherwise - and climbed into the bed on the opposite side of Sanzo. He sidled up to the monk and pulled him into his arms, then let his own eyes fall shut.
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When Gojyo woke next he frowned when he realized that the pill didn’t seem to have had much positive effect.
Sanzo’s breathing had eased up a little bit but his temperature wasn’t down and Gojyo still didn’t like that the blonde’s color was so off. Looking at his watch, the redhead realized that the monk had been running a fever for several hours now. Damn, what now?
No choice. Gojyo stood and put his clothes back on, dreading the argument he knew was coming. “Sanzo . . . time to get up, Sanzo.”
Crimson eyes narrowed when the blonde didn’t so much as twitch. He shook the sick man, doing it again harder when he got no response. “Sanzo!”
“Shu’ up’ you bas’ard.”
Well, I understood that, Gojyo thought raising an amused brow.
“Can’t, sorry. We gotta go to the hospital, you’re not doing too good.”
Amethyst eyes finally opened to glare at the redhead. “I’m not going anywhere,” the monk croaked out.
Well, if nothing else, at least his glare’s gotten stronger. If Sanzo was well enough to argue with him now, he had to be getting better.
“Damn it, Sanzo! I may not be a fucking doctor but I don’t think Advil is gonna do a hell of a lot for you!”
“No, you’re not a doctor, so shut up!” What the blonde no doubt meant to be a yell came out as a pained rasp and Sanzo clutched his throat, his face turning red and his eyes watering slightly with the pain. Gojyo winced in sympathy and stepped out heading to the kitchen to get Sanzo a glass of water.
He frowned, better get some other drinks too, who knows what he’ll want.
He sighed in exasperation when he got back into the room and spied Sanzo attempting to make his way to the bathroom. The blonde was shaky on his feet and was barely managing to stumble along. The redhead headed over to the bed and set the drinks on the nightstand. The monk simply ignored him so he sat down, leaning back with his eyes closed and waited for it. Three . . . two . . . one . . .
Yep, there he goes, he thought, hearing the blonde curse and then a hollow thump, heard a scrape as the monk dragged himself up and took several more wobbly steps. He linked his hands behind his head and again waited for it.
*Crash*
Gojyo smirked and stood, heading over to see the damage the monk had wrought.
Stubborn idiot, he thought fondly as he caught sight of the blonde sitting dazed next to an overturned table in the hallway. Too bad for Sanzo, he’d gotten the room farthest from the bathroom.
“You didn’t break the table did you? Sick or not, Hakkai’d kill you.”
Dulled amethyst eyes finally managed to focus on him and he resisted the urge to chuckle at the slightly affronted look.
The redhead reached his hand out only to have it slapped away.
“Don’t touch me!” Sanzo snarled, glaring heatedly at the man hovering above him, “I don’t need your fucking help.”
A crimson eyebrow rose in mock amazement, “Who said I was helping you, Your Majesty?” he asked ignoring the monk’s disbelieving snort. “I was going to straighten out the table. It’s one of the pieces of furniture Hakkai and Kanan chose before she died - they were going to get married you know. I wasn’t kidding about him killing you if you broke it.”
The anger in those violet eyes evaporated and Sanzo looked chagrined. The blonde placed a hand on the floor and painstakingly pushed to his feet. He steadied himself against the wall, breathing heavily for a minute before bending to grasp the table to set it upright.
It was then that Gojyo stepped forward and reached around Sanzo to pull the blonde’s hands away from the stand. “Let me fix it,” he whispered soothingly, lips brushing against the monk’s temple.
Sanzo stiffened before relaxing back into that secure hold, savoring the warmth and nodded.
After a moment the blonde reached his hand back to whisper the back of his fingers fleetingly over the redhead’s cheek.
Gojyo, in turn, draped his arms loosely around the monk, recognizing the apology and turned his face to nuzzle that palm before placing a kiss there. “Will you come to the hospital?” he asked, then held his breath as he waited for the response. He really didn’t want to have to knock the blonde out and then drag him unconscious to the emergency room.
He saw the monk grimace in distaste but at length he nodded and Gojyo let out a relieved breath. He kissed the back of the blonde’s head and tightened his arms around him temporarily before nudging him forward. “Get going.”
He stood still for a minute, watching as the monk slowly made his way down the hall, short breaths rasping unevenly. His fingers itched to help but he forced himself to reach for the broken pieces of the vase instead.
* * * * *
“I gotta admit, Sanzo” Gojyo murmured, pressing the clean, cool rag to the monk’s forehead once again, “I’ve had some weird dates but this one’s gotta be the weirdest.”
The blonde mumbled something piteously and Gojyo shook his head. How the hell did the monk manage to get sick the day of their date!? The redhead was starting to believe the universe had it in for him. Or maybe, that annoying little voice in the back of his head argued - the one he tended to think of as his voice of reason, it’s because you’re not meant to be going on a date with him. This isn’t your type of thing - not to mention your type of gender. It may be a good time to call off this entire affair before you get any more involved.
Gojyo chose to listen to reason - the reason in his pants was more than enough to keep him by the monk’s side - that’s what he was content with believing at any rate.
The redhead was in a much better mood now that they were out of the hospital. He’d gone to fill the prescription for Sanzo as soon as he was released and had brought him back home and let the monk rest. Now that he knew how to help the blonde and was assured that Sanzo would be perfectly fine he wasn’t feeling panicky so he allowed himself to relax. The monk was gonna be miserable for a few more days but he’d be getting steadily better.
“Come on, Sanzo, time for your pill.”
“Leave me alone, kappa,” the blonde muttered, raising bleary eyes to meet crimson.
Gojyo shook his finger at the blonde and sat next to him on the bed, “No can do, angel, otherwise you’ll never get better. This isn’t some lame attempt to get out of our date, is it?” he asked suspiciously, “I’d better make sure.” The redhead tipped forward seeing Sanzo’s eyes grow wary until his lips rested against the velvet rose of the monk’s. “Mmmm, you are very warm - delicious,” he murmured drawing back again.
“Idiot, you’re gonna get sick too.”
Gojyo smirked, leaning closer to the blonde and running soft hands through silky hair, “Don’t worry, lover, I got a top-notch immune system - can’t even remember the last time I was sick.”
Sanzo snorted but pressed closer to the redhead, curling his body around the live heater that was Gojyo, “Feels good,” he mumbled sleepily, letting amethyst be concealed by the fall of his eyelids.
“Then let’s make it feel better,” Gojyo shifted the blonde until he’d made enough room on the bed for himself then crawled in next to Sanzo and pulled the monk over to him - draping the boneless blonde on his chest. Sanzo sighed and nestled closer, moaning softly as the warmth of the redhead’s body seeped into him and loosened his aching muscles.
* * * * * *
Sanzo’s sickness lasted for about a week. Gojyo was currently thrilled that Sanzo was no longer sick. Forget dates, forget making out, forget screwing the blonde, at the moment he was more than content that the monk was no longer miserable. Because a miserable Sanzo meant an equally miserable Gojyo who then ended up taking his frustrations out on the only other two occupants in the house, and that generally led to a very precarious environment.
It would be more specific to say it became a landmine. Any one of them could blow up and it was only a matter of time - luckily Hakkai had solved the situation before there was any bloodshed by leaving very early in the morning and taking Goku with him, then not returning until late evening. And while Gojyo was very grateful to his friend for having managed to find a way to avert disaster, it did, unfortunately, remove the only successful outlet for the redhead’s frustration. The result - one hell of a cranky Gojyo and a very unhappy monk.
The good news was that Gojyo had learned two very important things. One: he was never going to make another crack about rectal thermometers when the blonde was sick - his left eye was still slightly swollen. And two: he was going to ply the monk with every kind of vitamin he’d ever heard of so that the bastard never got sick again.
That man was a threat to other people’s health when he wasn’t feeling good.
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