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Simple Touches	By : Nicollete Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 1120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiyuki. It all belongs to other people and I am just playing in their sandbox!. I also make no money off of anything that i writ.e it's fan fiction PEOPLE!

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Simple Touches

Rated - PG

Warnings - none

Pairing - slight Gojyo/Sanzou, but can also be seen as straight.

Summary - After a long drive, the Ikkou take a break. Gojyo tries to make Sanzou relax.

He could barely take another step without the souls of his feet wincing in pain. The thin reed of the sandals he wore didn�t do well on poky ground. He was sure that he had found every single, bloody rock in all of Shangri-la. He ignored every look Gojyo shot his way. His Lover was a worry-wart when it came to anything that upset him. He wasn�t about to tell Gojyo that his feet hurt. That sounded like such a�.girly thing to say!
He paid for the room. They all had to share one. Great. Just great. Hakkai was doubtful that Hakuryuu would be able to change into the jeep the next day, the ground being too hard and rocky. Which meant another day of long walking. It wasn�t that he hated walking, he just hated things poking the soft skin of his feet while he did so. He gave up as soon as they reach the room, he grabbed the nearest bed and flopped down onto it. Not bothering to remove the scripture or his robes. He was tired, and he was determined to sleep.
�Can we get food, now, Sanzou?� Goku asked. In response, Sanzou handed Goku his card.
�Get lost,� he muttered. He heard several pairs of foot steps, but forgot everything as his mind clamped down. He was too tired to figure out what was going on. It was the sudden hand on his ankle that made him jump.
�Tenshi,� the soft drawl greeted his ears. He rolled his eyes to look up/down at Gojyo, who sat on the edge of the bed with his legs folded under him. Sanzou�s feet where cuddled in Gojyo�s lap. On a small table beside him, Gojyo had a bowl of steaming eater, a cloth and some lotion. He peeled off the tabi that Sanzou wore and dropped them onto the floor. His hand softly caressed the small feet.
�Have I ever told you how beautiful your feet are?� Gojyo asked.
�No, and don�t even begin,� Sanzou replied. He winced as Gojyo rubbed a particularly bad spot. Making Sanzou squirm in pain.
�Sorry, sorry. But it�ll get better. I used to do this for my Step-Mom all the time. It was the only time she was ever nice to me,� the grin slipped.
�Don�t dredge up bad memories on my behalf,� Sanzou uttered, trying to pull his foot away. Gojyo caught it and brought it back towards him. He softly kneaded skin. Some of the hard rocks had cut through the thin straw of the sandals and the used fabric of the tabi to cut at delicate skin. He hissed as he sent a string of pain through veins by accident. He picked up the wash cloth and dipped it into the hot water. He didn�t bother to squeeze it out as he passed it from top to toes to bottom.
�Oh�ouch�� Sanzou wiggled at the sensation.
�Damn, one would think that you were given better things to wear,� Gojyo shook his head as he continued to wash and massage Sanzou�s foot. The small cuts oozed blood, some of it was dried in streaks. It was worse than he had thought.
�The rule is for them to take care of me. But, the Monks at Chang�an hate me,� Sanzou shrugged.
�Hate you?� Gojyo gave a brief smirk, �why is that?� he asked.
�I wouldn�t know. I didn�t ask and I don�t care,� Sanzou huffed. He sat up briefly to roll up the Sutra and chest plate. He set them both on the bed side table at his end of the bed. Sanzou then let his robes pool to his waist. He flopped back down in a moan as Gojyo worked the cramped muscles. The slight pain didn�t bother him and the hot water was working like a charm.
�I don�t get Monks. I may be in love with one, but the others just piss me off,� Gojyo started.
�I�ve always hated them, the one man that I respected and Loved as a child was the only Monk ever to really care for me,� Sanzou�s eyes were closed. He could feel Gojyo�s surprise at this admission.
�You�ve never told us about your childhood,� Gojyo replied.
�It�s better to forget,� Sanzou muttered and sighed. Gojyo hadn�t stopped with his foot massage. He looked down at the foot in his hands. Pale skin, clipped nails, but unlike Sanzou�s hands or his gun - His feet was what held him up. Possibly the strongest part of Sanzou. His feet took the most beating. And he never complained about it. In fact, Sanzou didn�t complain about any pain in his body. Hakkai always discovered things late. Sanzou got sick easily as well. He ignored all the signs because he hated weakness. Gojyo hated it when Sanzou pushed too far.
�I guess mine was better, in some ways,� Gojyo shrugged. He then began to wash and massage the other foot. Sanzou didn�t wiggle to any pain he must have been feeling from the cuts being carefully cleaned. The bottle of lotion Hakkai had let Gojyo borrow would help heal the cuts and ward off any infections. He couldn�t rush it though. Sanzou was almost relaxed and talking. This was more than usual. Even during sex.
�Don�t you ever just want to forget?� Sanzou asked. He wasn�t gentle but he was curious. Gojyo gave a smile.
�You know how you get when it rains, well, I can�t just forget about my Step-Mom, or Jein,� Gojyo shook his head. The water had cooled and he dropped the cloth onto the table. He blew onto the skin just to watch the water dry and feel Sanzou fight against the instinct of pulling his foot away.
�Huh, I guess we all have the moment in our past where our lives changed so drastically as to traumatize us. But, we can�t let it rule us. We can go back and think on it, wonder why it happened, what we had done wrong to make it happen�but, in the end�we must look forward to tomorrow,� Sanzou gave. He wasn�t the perfect person to ask for advice. Usually he�d just tell them idiots to fuck off. But, sometimes, you just had to say it.
�I know, but it�s so hard,� Gojyo replied.
�Eh?� Sanzou moaned. The lotion�s healing properties were working. Gojyo smirked. He�d be able to cuddle a catatonic Sanzou, feed him, watch him sleep. He hoped that his little trick would get them a few days off the road. Sanzou was practically snoring, albeit, softly.
�I loved her, I still love her. But, I found someone better to love. Now, she�s a bad taste in my mouth, but, one that I don�t want to lose. She made me who I am, but I decide who I want to be,� Gojyo whispered.
�That feels good�� Sanzou muttered, very sleepily as Gojyo transferred his hands, and more lotion to Sanzou�s other foot. He began the massage all over again, going from ankle, to heel, to middle and then to toes. Skin felt slick in his hands as he stressed some points then soothed over. He reveled in the feeling of being able to do this with his Mate. As the only human in the group, he was a bit more frail than the rest of them. Gojyo usually took a day to heal, Sanzou tended to take�weeks, if the injury was bad enough.
�Gojyo�I love you. Do you really�need those memories?� the soft words were almost caught in the silence. He almost didn�t hear Sanzou speak. Gojyo look into tired Purple eyes.
�Can I sleep now�?� the tone was submissive, tired. Gojyo nodded, giving his mate his permission for this request which he was aiming for in the first place. Sanzou hated the rules of Mating. But, sometimes, he did something that please Gojyo�s demon side. This bit of submissiveness did that and Gojyo smiled. He didn�t want Sanzou to always submit to him, but at times like these, when it was unexpected. It felt better. Right.
He finished the foot massage and stripped Sanzou of his robes. Hakkai and Gojyo brought food back with them, and they sat down around the large round table in the room. Goku was respectively quiet once he had gotten a look at the sleeping Sanzou. Who had a bit of a smile playing on his lips.
�Did it work?� Hakkai whispered into Gojyo�s ear.
�Yeah,� he smiled, �It worked,�
THE END
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