Spring Fever (Saiyuki Style)

Spring Fever (Saiyuki Style)

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own SAIYUKI. It is property of Kazuhaya Minekura. Of whom we all love and adore and wish that we had half her talen in drawing.

Prologue

It was near that time again, he could feel it in his bones. Happy songbirds could be heard chirping in the passing trees, the sun was shining down upon them brighter than it had been in the past months, the white covered Earth was starting to turn a lovely shade of green and…be it known to the calm youkai or not, the bulge in Hakkai’s pants was growing slightly larger with each passing mile.
Shit.
Flicking away what remained of his first cigarette; Sanzo slipped out his second from the package and placed the cancer stick between his lips. He hated spring, and he had a damned good reason to hate it too. But it was best not to think of it, not at this moment anyway. For now he was safe…Gojyo and Goku could keep themselves occupied in the back seat, and Hakkai couldn’t do anything while he was driving. It was when they reached a town, which hopefully wouldn’t be for a long, LONG while, that he would have to worry. The monk dug through his robes, trying to find the lighter he had used only minutes before, cursing sharply when the ignition to his most beloved habit couldn’t be found.
“Need a light, monk?” Sanzo heard a quick click before a flame erupted out of the corner of his eye.
“…Isn’t that MY lighter, Gojyo?” he questioned.
“Maybe…” the little flame vanished after the blonde leaned in and lit his cig.
“And exactly how did you get it?” Sanzo asked, returning his gaze back to the road ahead of them. “..Last I checked it was in my pocket.”
“..Last I checked, so was my hand.” Gojyo purred to him, leaning in a little closer to Sanzo’s ear from the back seat. “And if I can steal this little lighter from you so easily…so smoothly…just think of what else these hands can do.”
“I advise that you keep your hands to yourself.” Sanzo growled out, taking a long drag of his cigarette, “Unless you want to lose them.”
“Come on, Sanzo. The monkey’s asleep back here, and Hakkai never pays attention to anything we do when he’s driving.” Sanzo could feel Gojyo’s warm breath on the back of his neck, causing his hairs to stand on end, “Just think of the fun that we can have…exploring the depths of each other’s pockets?”
CLICK.
Gojyo yelped and automatically jumped back as Sanzo’s gun took its usual place between the kappa’s eyes, fully cocked and loaded. The monk wasn’t even looking at Gojyo as he held the gun, but anyone could tell that he was annoyed.
“And just think of the fun that I could have putting a hole in your head.” Sanzo hissed out.
“All right, I get the idea…I’m backing off…” Gojyo mumbled. “…Damn monk…” he pulled out his own cigarette and lit it up, sucking down the cancery goodness.
Sanzo growled low in his throat as he put the gun back onto his lap, making sure that it was in easy access in case he should need it again which, more or less, he would. With a sigh he leaned back in his seat (still very wary of the roach-like man in the back), praying that the next town they stopped in had a hotel with more than one room open. There was no way in hell he was staying in the same room with these three tonight…
“Hakkai, put your hand back on the wheel.” Sanzo didn’t even open his eyes to take a look at the driver. “NOW.”
“I will as soon as I place Hakyruu into the correct gear.” Hakkai stated pleasantly…a little too pleasantly for the monk’s liking.
“That’s not the shift…” Sanzo growled, but kept his eyes closed. Making eye contact with Hakkai in this type of situation would lead to the jeep being pulled over and the blonde monk being bent over the hood…again.
“It isn’t?” Hakkai’s hand slid higher up Sanzo’s thigh.
“…No…it isn’t….” God damn it! Sanzo’s hand went for his weapon.
“I could have sworn it was.” Hakkai purred out in his soothing voice. “…It’s hard like the shift…”
“Get your hand off of my dick now.” And the gun was placed pleasantly at Hakkai’s temple.
“Eheh…” Hakkai chuckled a little and moved his hand from his companion’s slight erection, but not as fast as Sanzo was like. The human turned demon allowed his hand to glide off of his thigh, fingertips stroking against him lightly…and whether he liked it or not, Sanzo shivered. “…My my…you were quite right Sanzo-sama, that wasn’t the shift. Here it is.”
“Gee…you don’t say?” Sanzo grumbled and removed the gun from Hakkai’s temple.
At least the monkey wasn’t awake. Gojyo and Hakkai were easy to handle at this point in time, but Goku could go from being calm to out of control at any instant…and when that happened the gun was only used for one thing and one thing alone…and he really didn’t want to think about that at this point in time.
“Nnn…Sanzo?” came the half-awake voice from behind him.
“Just go back to sleep monkey, I don’t want to hear it!” Sanzo snapped out.
“But Sanzo…”
“NO! Just sleep! I don’t want to fuck Gojyo, I don’t want to fuck Hakkai, and I certainly don’t want to fuck you!” Sanzo screamed out, which was followed by a rather awkward silence in the car.
“…….”
“…..Sanzo?”
“Damn it Goku, I swear-!”
“I have to go to the bathroom…”
Sanoz sighed and held back the urge to just pummel the monkey then and there. “Hakkai, pull over and let the chimp piss.”
Gods, he hated mating season.


(It isn’t the best I know, but it should get better, I hope…^^; )