Title:
Accidents Will Happen
Author: caeseria
Email: kappa5335 [at] gmail [.] com
Pairing(s): Hakkai/Gojyo
Disclaimer: Saiyuki does not belong to me,
unfortunately, but to Minekura Kazuya. I wish they
were mine, alas.
Summary: The one time Hakkai lets his feelings get the better of him,
Gojyo gets injured. Hakkai resolves to remain purely friends, but Gojyo has
other plans...
Warnings: Smex. Some minor UST.
Author's notes: Written especially for Sharpeslass, for having to
put up with my stories and beta them incessantly. She asked for 585, with
Gojyo possibly injured during sex and then wanting it bad, regardless. This
sort of got away from me; however, it was a lot of fun to view the ikkou through Hakkai's perspective.
Beta'd again (of course) by sharpeslass, the poor
dear. Thank you so much!
Accidents Will Happen
Hakkai was entirely convinced he had just killed
the man who was, not only his best friend, but also
his lover
Well, almost-lover.
Currently, Gojyo was lying prone on the cold tile
of the shower floor, unconscious, or at the very least stunned into
insensibility. His gloriously red hair was spread around him like a
crimson halo. Hakkai watched, hypnotized, as a few strands of that long
hair tried to disappear down the drain. I should really do something
about that. Move his hair perhaps? Or should I move Gojyo?
There was also the added complication of a lot of
blood. When Gojyo had slipped, he must have caught his hip on the soap
dish. It was, after all, made of metal. Metal soap dishes could be
nasty, sharp little buggers if you brushed up against a corner by mistake.
This ludicrous thought finally forced Hakkai's body
into action, and he knelt by Gojyo's side. Ignoring the sudden flow of
water over his skin, Hakkai gingerly checked for Gojyo's pulse and then turned
him over onto his stomach. Gojyo responded to the movement by starting to
cough, taking great heaving gasps for air as he struggled to sit upright.
"Gojyo, please, stay where you are,"
Hakkai reasoned.
"What the fuck just happened, 'Kai?"
Gojyo spluttered, trying to push himself upright. "Why
am I face down in the shower, and why OW! Holy shit, am I bleeding?" Gojyo
looked over his shoulder, the movement spraying droplets of cold water over
Hakkai.
Gojyo was presently exhibiting what he liked to
refer to as Bad Naked, as opposed to Good Naked.
"Good Naked," from what Hakkai understood, was a nakedness of the
sweaty, picturesque kind usually on display just before orgasm. "Bad
Naked" was to be avoided at all costs, Gojyo had explained. It
included things like trying to open a jar of pickles while undressed, with the
jar wedged between the knees and a scowl of intense concentration on one's
face. Banri-san had apparently tried this once,
mentally scarring Gojyo for life in the process, or so Gojyo liked to claim.
Yes, the clinical part of Hakkai's brain answered, this
is bad naked. Gojyo was flopping around like a dying fish, trying to
peer over his shoulder at the jagged wound inflicted on his lower back by the
soap dish. A steady stream of colorful and
inventive swearwords poured from his lips, most likely staining the atmosphere
above the inn a deep shade of purple.
At a loss for words, Hakkai placed one hand on
Gojyo's lower back to keep him down, bringing the other to hover over the
uneven gash. He closed his eyes and called forth healing chi energy, using
it to close the wound. Gojyo took the hint and lay meekly down, letting
Hakkai finish healing him. When Hakkai finally opened his eyes, Gojyo had both
arms crossed and his head was resting on his forearms.
"I'm sorry, Gojyo, but it will probably still
bruise," Hakkai said evenly, trying to force the tremor from his
voice. He wanted nothing more than to flee, to get as far as way from
Gojyo as humanly possible, but he was aware that doing so might damage any
chance he had at forming a deeper relationship with his friend.
Giving the injured area a gentle caress, Hakkai
stood up and turned off the shower. "We should get dressed."
Hakkai turned to step out of the shower, but Gojyo
moved quickly and was on his feet in the time it took for Hakkai to
blink. Gojyo's warm hand grasped Hakkai's wrist, preventing him from
moving farther. When Hakkai hesitated, Gojyo stepped closer, pressing his
long and lean body against Hakkai's. Gojyo placed his other hand on
Hakkai's lower back, his fingers drawing little nonsense patterns on his wet
skin.
The motion was highly distracting, causing Hakkai's
brain to stutter momentarily. Gojyo leaned forward, his breath ghosting
over Hakkai's ear, making the little hairs on his neck stand up. A
pleasant chill fluttered along Hakkai's spine.
"I like it when you stop thinking, 'Kai,"
Gojyo whispered softly. His words sent shivers cascading downward to join
with those created by the distracting movement of Gojyo's fingers over his
skin.
Hakkai's brain rebelled against his body; he
desperately wanted to lean forward, to melt into Gojyo's arms, and to let Gojyo
take control for a moment. Instead, he pulled back and stepped out of Gojyo's
reach. He tried to ignore the hurt and confused look on Gojyo's
face.
"You should rest, Gojyo. Re-opening the
wound would be counter-effective."
"It's a scratch, Hakkai. I ain't gonna drop dead of a wound
caused by a soap dish, okay?" Gojyo looked skeptical
and slightly annoyed.
Hakkai pushed open the shower door. It was
better to let Gojyo down now, rather than later, he reasoned. This farcical
episode had only proven one thing: trying to become lovers was an idiotic
idea. Hakkai had no idea how Gojyo had managed to talk him into this in
the first place.
"I'm sorry, Gojyo, but I don't think I can do
this," Hakkai said. He let the regret show in his voice, hoping Gojyo
would pick up on his unspoken feelings. "We should just pretend this
never happened, don't you think?"
Gojyo looked stunned. "What? You wanna quit now? I know you want me, Hakkai, so just let it
go. It was one of those stupid things that happen; it's nobody's fault,
okay? Hakkai? You even
listening to me?"
Hakkai collected the remainder of his clothing and
quietly closed the bathroom door on Gojyo's last words. He inhaled deeply
and then breathed out, trying to calm his racing mind. He set about
folding his clothes and placing them on a chair before changing into a pair of
sleep pants and climbing into bed. He could hear Gojyo in the bathroom,
moving about and muttering curses.
A few moments later, Gojyo came out of the bathroom
wearing only a towel, slung low on his hips. It was all Hakkai could do to
stop his traitorous body from leaping out of bed in an instant and pushing
Gojyo to the floor, or the bed, or against the wall. Instead he fisted his
hands into the sheets, his body rigid, and forced himself to remain
still. Fortunately, Gojyo did not press the issue with a confrontation,
but instead climbed silently into the other bed and switched out the
light.
"Hakkai?" Gojyo's soft voice was
full of concern, and confusion.
Hakkai closed his eyes, trying to block out the
earlier look of hurt on Gojyo's face. Don't make it worse; answering Gojyo
will only prolong the agony. Be strong for the both of you; it is better
this way.
"Hakkai? I know you're not
sleeping. I can tell." Hakkai heard Gojyo turn over; no doubt he
had moved onto his side. Hakkai could see him in his mind's eye: Gojyo's head
resting on his hand, half sitting up, staring at Hakkai, as if he could will
the other to communicate. "Talk to me, for fuck's sake. Hakkai?"
Hakkai squeezed his eyes shut, determined to
control his breathing, to force his body to cooperate, to ignore the burn in
his chest and the pain in his heart.
Gojyo sighed heavily and Hakkai heard the bed creak
as Gojyo lay down. With a guilty feeling of relief, Hakkai finally allowed
his body to relax. He lay awake long after Gojyo's breathing had smoothed
out into sleep, letting the images of blood flow over him. He was defined
by blood, Hakkai thought. His whole life, every turning point in his
miserable existence so far, was marked by blood, and today had been no
different.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hakkai rose with the dawn. It was always
better to be up first not just for the pleasing notion of watching the sun
rise while sipping a nice cup of tea, but generally to avoid any
unpleasantness. Rising before everyone else allowed Hakkai to organize the day,
check the map, feed Hakuryuu, and then order
breakfast. Having all this done before Sanzo decided to get out of bed
made for a generally smoother morning. With the monk sipping tea over a
morning paper, Hakkai could devote himself to keeping Goku and his hunger under
some semblance of control, and make sure Gojyo was as far away from Sanzo as
possible. Until both of them had had their first cigarette, it was
entirely likely one of them would kill the other, which would make the upcoming
journey rather difficult.
Such was the life of a glorified
babysitter. Gojyo may joke that Hakkai was simply babysitting Goku, but
Hakkai knew better. It was a testament to his organizational skills that
neither Sanzo nor Gojyo realized the statement also applied to themselves.
The thought caused a smile to cross Hakkai's
face. It fled when he spied Gojyo asleep in the other bed. Gojyo had
kicked off the sheets during the night; obviously he'd been tossing and
turning, and was currently lying on his stomach, face pressed into the edge of
the pillow. His wound had not reopened during the night. Hakkai did
not dare approach Gojyo or get closer. It was not that he didn't trust his
friend: far from it. He didn't trust himself. Gojyo was a light
sleeper despite the evidence in front of him, and one touch from Hakkai would
no doubt wake Gojyo. Then Hakkai would be left having to explain his
actions of last night. It was simply something he could not do at the
moment: he had no idea how to explain something to Gojyo that was beyond even
his own understanding.
He tore his eyes from the bed with regret and
crossed the room, opening the door quietly. He took a deep breath, calming
his racing heart, and went downstairs to organize breakfast.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Can I eat this, Hakkai?" Goku's eyes
were round with excitement, chopsticks poised over a plate at the center of the table.
"Of course, Goku. It would seem both
Sanzo and Gojyo are sleeping late this morning, so why don't we start without
them?"
"Cool!" Goku dived in, determined to get
a head start on the food before Gojyo appeared.
Goku was on his third plate by the time Sanzo
finally emerged. He looked half-asleep as usual; that particular brand of
scowl was reserved especially for mornings. "Coffee, Sanzo?"
Hakkai offered smoothly.
"Hn." Sanzo took the
proffered cup of coffee, no doubt assuming it had appeared out of thin air, and
not even acknowledging Hakkai's organizational skills. "Where's the
fucking kappa? We're leaving in half an hour, with or without his sorry
ass."
"I'm sure he'll be down shortly,
Sanzo. Goku, perhaps you could check on Gojyo and make sure he is
awake? We wouldn't want to leave without him."
Goku paused with his chopsticks halfway to his
mouth, his gaze flicking from Sanzo's frown back to Hakkai. His eyes
widened slightly and he swallowed nervously. Hakkai took the opportunity
to smile in a brittle fashion at Goku, spurring him into action.
"I'll go an' look for him, then, okay?"
Hakkai smiled further, almost letting it reach his
eyes. It was smile number three, one he liked to classify privately as
'instant obedience'. He had tried it out on Sanzo only yesterday, and
apparently it worked on everyone, even stubborn monks.
"Why didn't anyone wake me up?" Gojyo's
sleep-heavy voice sounded almost like a growl, sending shivers down Hakkai's
spine. Although he couldn't see Gojyo, he could feel that he was
right behind him. Hakkai felt his whole aura shift in Gojyo's direction;
he often wondered how the other members of the group couldn't feel the subtle
energy shifts around them, and how they all fed off one another.
Gojyo passed Hakkai's chair. He may have been
half asleep, but Gojyo was still awake enough to let his fingers trail
seductively across Hakkai's back where he leaned against his chair. Gojyo
was skilled when it came to seduction. Not only had he managed to let
Hakkai know he was still interested, but it was also an unthreatening gesture,
loaded with unspoken words. That one touch had conveyed everything Gojyo
wished to say, but that Hakkai would or could not listen to, with the added
bonus of making sure every nerve ending in Hakkai's body was suddenly on fire
and focused in one direction toward Gojyo.
"You little
monkey-shit!
Eating all the food before I got here!" Gojyo
snapped automatically, sitting down at the table. Hakkai watched as
Gojyo's gaze flicked from Goku to Sanzo, sizing up the morning's
attitudes. "Pass the coffee, Sanzo."
"Fuck you. I'm reading, asshole."
Sanzo's eyes met Gojyo's over the table and then returned to his paper.
With a sigh, Hakkai poured a cup of coffee and
placed it in front of Gojyo. Of course this was what Gojyo had been after
the entire time; he was well aware Sanzo wasn't going to lift a finger to do
anything he didn't have to, which left Hakkai to perform the task. Hakkai met
Gojyo's gaze with a flicker of trepidation, anticipating the hurt he expected
to see there. Instead what he found was warmth, and a promise, and it was
the one thing Hakkai was not prepared to deal with just yet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The map had proven once again to be untrustworthy
as far as distance went, and it looked entirely likely that the ikkou would be spending the night camping out. That,
of course, depended on whether Hakkai could navigate them to a place that was
both off the road and safe from attack, in the few remaining hours of
daylight.
As usual, the decision was left to
Hakkai. Sanzo was doing what Sanzo did best: sleeping in the front seat of
Jeep. Goku was also sleeping. Instead of doing it quietly like Sanzo,
who barely ever uttered a sigh, Goku was snoring for
Hakkai glanced back at the road, seeing only an
endless dirt track ahead. It was becoming apparent that they would
probably be spending the night in Jeep by the side of the road rather than
making proper camp, as he could see no place convenient enough for pulling
over.
Hakkai's thoughts began to drift. How was he
going to explain the situation to Gojyo? How could he explain himself, when he
had no idea what to say? It was true that over time they had definitely
become closer. So, when had that friendship turned into something that
made him feel as if his blood was going to catch fire with
anticipation? Hakkai felt as if every moment he spent in Gojyo's company
was a moment spent on the verge of orgasm. He couldn't continue to live
like this; he was beginning to believe he needed to either completely back
away, losing a friendship in the process, or throw caution to the wind and dive
in.
This was, in part, what had led to the events of
last night. Unable to cope with the feelings rushing through his body, Hakkai
had let Gojyo convince him to take them a step further. Without realizing
it, Hakkai had allowed his best friend to turn the full brunt of his somewhat
considerable charm directly on him, and thoroughly seduce him.
Never mind the fact the whole thing had been
wonderful, right up until Gojyo had managed to slip and fall in the shower
while he was performing some kind of specialized move or other. It had
turned something that should have been remarkably sexy into a literal blood
bath. Water and blood had mixed together to create something that looked
like the aftermath of one of the ikkou's battles, and
Hakkai didn't think the image of Gojyo lying on the floor bleeding profusely
would be going away any time in the near future. It just reinforced
Hakkai's firm opinion that showing off only ended in tears and, quite possibly,
serious injury.
No, it was better this way, he once again revised
his opinion. Better to remain friends and keep that friendship safe at all
costs.
"I can almost see every thought rushing
through your head, Hakkai," Gojyo commented softly, right in his ear.
"Gojyo!" Hakkai jumped, but managed
to keep Jeep on the road despite the sudden squeal of tires. Fortunately
neither Goku nor Sanzo awoke, and Hakkai allowed himself to relax slightly. Gojyo
was right behind him; Hakkai could feel his warm breath gusting over the area
directly below his right ear. Firm fingers rested on his shoulders, and
began to knead gently into his tense muscles.
"When are you gonna
pull over, 'Kai? I'm hungry." Gojyo's voice had a pouty
quality to it, which set off alarm bells in Hakkai's head straight away.
Hakkai attempted to cover up his discomfort by
laughing. "Ahahaha, you sound just like
Goku, Gojyo."
"Hey, don't lump me in with the
monkey. Food's secondary. Unless you got something I can lick off
that sweet ass of yours?"
Hakkai's hand tightened on the wheel. He was
fairly sure if he gripped it any tighter, his knuckles would actually pop
through his skin. Sweat broke out on his forehead when Gojyo's questing
fingertips found the back of his neck, sweeping down to run under the collar of
his silk shirt and then ghosting around and up over his Adam's apple. Just
as Hakkai tensed, in anticipation of Gojyo's wandering fingers searching
further, they returned to his shoulders, continuing to massage his fatigued
muscles. Hakkai gave a second's serious thought to screaming in
frustration.
"Hmm, what do you say?"
Gojyo's warm breath across his neck was highly
distracting, or perhaps, on reflection, Hakkai's almost constant state of
arousal was causing the distraction. Whatever it was, Hakkai made the
supreme mistake of closing his eyes. He felt his eyelashes flutter as he
expelled a shaky sigh, trying to get his riotous feelings under control and his
persistent erection to vanish.
"Er, Hakkai "
Gojyo's worried voice set off warning bells and Hakkai snapped his eyes open,
just in time to see Jeep's nose headed straight for a large ditch at the side
of the road. There was a squawk of fury from Jeep, the rush of the ground
coming up to meet the windscreen, and then a flash of white.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"The fuck! Just
what the fuck, you bastards?!"
Hakkai attempted to climb to his feet, noting that
somehow he was on the other side of the ditch and away from the road. In
actuality, it wasn't a bad place to camp for the night. The swearing,
however, was a more immediate concern. Sanzo had staggered to his feet and
was now wide awake, flailing his arms in an attempt to suddenly orient himself to the situation, rather like a sleepwalker who had
been woken abruptly. The only difference was that, unlike most
somnambulists, Sanzo owned a gun and knew how to use it.
As Jeep had transformed into dragon form, Goku had
simply rolled out, and was standing around wild-eyed, trying to process Sanzo's
rapid (and volatile) verbal assessment of the situation. The white flash
must have been Hakuryuu changing, Hakkai
reasoned. Angry kyuu sounds from the
trees told him it was going to take a great deal of coaxing to get Hakuryuu to forgive his lapse of judgment by nightfall.
A heartfelt groan echoed from Hakkai's right. Gojyo!
He turned around, to find Gojyo half in and half out of the ditch. Hakkai
hurried over, kneeling beside Gojyo and putting a hand gingerly on his
arm. At his touch, Gojyo opened his eyes and smiled wanly, attempting to
sit up.
"Hakkai, hey, sorry about that, man. I
didn't think you'd have such an adverse reaction to "
"Never mind that,
Gojyo. Are
you in pain, or bleeding?" Hakkai began to run his hands over Gojyo's
arms and legs, searching for any bruising or breaks.
Gojyo managed to lever himself up on his
elbows. "Nah, I think I'm okay. I kinda
got thrown to the side when the flying rat changed, ya
know?"
Hakuryuu continued to squawk from
above, actually flying low and buzzing Gojyo's head, causing Hakkai to
duck. "Please, Gojyo, being rude to Hakuryuu
will not improve the situation."
"Tell me the fucking kappa is dead?"
Sanzo's bark of irritation cut through the clearing. It seemed Sanzo was
awake enough to stop generalizing and to start actively laying blame, whether
the blame was deserved or not.
"Gojyo will be fine, Sanzo," Hakkai
replied, allowing a tinge of annoyance to creep into his voice. "Why
don't you and Goku collect some firewood while I tend to Gojyo?"
"Like hell I'm collecting anything for you
bastards." Sanzo pulled out his lighter and lit a cigarette, crossing
his arms to punctuate his words.
"C'mon, Sanzo! It'll be
fun!" Goku was already rushing off toward the trees, his cape flying
behind him.
Hakkai allowed a brittle smile to play over his
face until Sanzo huffed in annoyance and began to walk after
Goku. "The cockroach had better be fit to travel, Hakkai."
Consoling himself with the fact that he'd gotten
Sanzo occupied for a few moments, Hakkai turned his attention back to
Gojyo. "Can you stand?"
"Sure, just give me your shoulder for a
minute." Gojyo's voice was clipped, like he was hiding the
pain. Hakkai bent down and slipped his arm around Gojyo's waist, allowing
him to put his hand around Hakkai's neck. Together they managed to stand
upright. A few staggering steps brought them further into the clearing,
where Hakkai gently lowered Gojyo back down. At least here the grass was
dry.
"Tell me properly what hurts, Gojyo. I can't
heal you if you are not specific."
Gojyo allowed his head to fall back against the
grass and he sighed. "It's my hip. Hurts like a son of a
bitch."
Hakkai pushed all the inappropriate thoughts that
rushed into his head firmly away, and reached out, hands stroking over Gojyo's
left hip and then the right. He forced himself not to think about last
night and how his hands had trailed over those same hips, wet with water and
warm from the shower as they thrust urgently toward his hands.
Instead he summoned a chi ball, forcing himself to
focus and direct the healing energy. The irony was not lost on him either;
this situation was rather similar in nature to the scene last night, with Gojyo
lying on the ground injured. But why wasn't this causing him the same
extreme panic as yesterday? While Hakkai was far from calm and unworried,
tending to injury was a regular part of his day to day travels with the ikkou. Was it because Gojyo was fully clothed at the
present moment? Or was it simply that he knew what he was doing here, and was
not floundering around in the midst of a situation he had no control over? Was
he obsessing over the lack of control caused by sex?
"Heh, Hakkai, if you
frown any more, I think your face is gonna stay that way."
Gojyo's soft words brought him back to himself
suddenly and the chi ball dissipated, unused. How long had he been sitting
there like that, with Gojyo watching him? Embarrassment flooded Hakkai's face;
he could feel the heat on his cheeks. He made to move, but Gojyo's strong
hand encircled his wrist, preventing him from leaving.
"Uh-uh, you don't get off that easy,"
Gojyo said, his voice pitched seductively low.
For a moment Hakkai almost resented the effect
Gojyo's voice had on him, and his easy ability to slip into seduction
mode. "Please, Gojyo, I should really find Sanzo and check on both
him and Goku. They may have been injured." His tone came out much
more sharply than he intended, and, for a moment, he cursed himself and his
inability to regulate his feelings.
Instead of releasing his wrist, Gojyo adjusted his
grip, using his thumb to caress Hakkai's pulse point. Hakkai almost
fancied he could feel his blood racing to that one point, craving the touch and
the dangerous nature of the feelings Gojyo aroused in his body. Against
his will, Hakkai found himself glued to the spot, awaiting Gojyo's next move.
"If either the monk or the idiot monkey were
injured you'd know about it, 'Kai. Both those bastards are loud enough
when they need to be," Gojyo replied sagely.
Hakkai looked into Gojyo's eyes for a moment,
searching for something. He wasn't sure what it was exactly and he was
puzzled. Gojyo shifted on the ground, finally releasing his grip on
Hakkai's wrist. "So, you gonna work your
magic on me, then?"
"Pardon?" Hakkai blurted out,
feeling the blood rushing to his face.
"My hip, remember? Kinda
still hurting like a son of a bitch here," Gojyo pointed out, shifting his
weight to emphasize the fact.
Hakkai frowned. "I'm so sorry,
Gojyo. I'm not sure what I was thinking," he finally said.
Gojyo leered. Yes, Hakkai thought, that was
definitely a leer. "I got a fairly good idea," Gojyo
whispered.
In response, Hakkai forced himself to
focus. "Please lie still, Gojyo. This
will go much more quickly if you do not move." He hoped his reproving
tone was enough to force his friend to remain still.
Hakkai placed his hand on Gojyo's right hip,
desperate to ignore the fact he could feel Gojyo's hipbone through his jeans,
forced his mind into silence and delved deep. He gathered his healing
energies, collecting the chi into a ball, and let it flow through the palm of
his hand, using his palm chakra as a conduit. His fingertips began to
tingle and grow warm, and heat suffused his body, creating a feeling of general
well-being. Hakkai welcomed the feeling; it had been an age since he had
allowed his chi to flow like this: full of love, and happiness, comfort and
good wishes. The chi burst through his palm and flowed smoothly into
Gojyo's injuries, knitting the torn muscles and repairing damage. It
continued to travel through Gojyo's nerve-endings, flowing smoothly through his
veins, realigning bone and muscle.
He felt Gojyo move under his hand, and immediately
pulled back, aware that sometimes the healing made certain people
uncomfortable, or, in some cases, if the injury was extreme enough, might
create a sensation of coldness. Hakkai opened his eyes slowly, allowing
the chi to return and for his body to adjust. He felt slightly off
balance, which was not an unusual occurrence.
Gojyo was lying there, eyes closed, an expression
of almost debauched satisfaction on his face. For a single moment Hakkai
couldn't fathom the cause of this expression. Then Gojyo took hold of his
hand and moved it gently. Hakkai did not resist as Gojyo led his
hand. His fingertips traced over Gojyo's jeans and found the hardness of
Gojyo's erection, pressed tightly against the denim. Gojyo groaned, low in his throat, as, automatically, Hakkai
flattened his palm, pressing downward. Gojyo's hips rocked up to meet
Hakkai's touch and his eyes flickered half open. He watched Hakkai, as he
swallowed, his throat suddenly dry with expectation. He stroked his palm
upward, breathlessly watching Gojyo's reactions to his movements, anticipating
what he might do next. Somehow the thought was slightly liberating, the
idea that perhaps he could control Gojyo's responses and that he was in
command, instead of plunging head-first into a situation he had no power over.
Gojyo's hand caressed the top of Hakkai's and
squeezed slightly, urging him on. Gojyo thrust upward into Hakkai's palm
again and pressed down on his hand at the same time. Hakkai automatically
curled his fingers, earning another needy moan from Gojyo.
"Fuck, 'Kai, don't stop what you're
doing," Gojyo whispered in a breathy voice.
"Firewood, woooooooooo!"
came Goku's shout from across the clearing, effectively destroying the mood.
Hakkai ripped his hand out from under Gojyo's,
pulling away as if burned. He stood up rapidly, glancing toward Goku, who
had both arms full of piled wood, which he threw haphazardly to the
ground. Sanzo was still smoking, wandering into the clearing like he owned
it and quite clearly intent on doing as little as possible toward the group
effort.
"Fuck." Gojyo's voice sounded almost
pained and Hakkai looked down, suddenly remembering with a hot flush what he
had been doing.
"I'm sorry Gojyo," Hakkai said with a
frown.
"Not as sorry as I am right now," Gojyo
muttered. "Now I got a boner and no way of fixing it." He
stood up carefully and ran his hand through his hair, sighing at the sight of
Sanzo and Goku.
"Must you be so coarse, Gojyo?" Hakkai
couldn't help it: the words slipped from his mouth before he'd had time to
think about them.
Gojyo leaned in slightly toward
Hakkai. "You know me, 'Kai; say it like it is. Besides, maybe
one day I'll shock you into actually doing something about it." He
grinned.
Hakkai glared at Gojyo, which had no effect on the
unrepentant kappa at all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hakkai ran his hands over the crisp, white sheets with
an indulgent smile. Left to his own devices at last, he finally had the
opportunity to appreciate what a nice change a decent inn was, compared to
being forced to sleep outside with a group of snoring, farting, and grumpy
individuals.
Although he had to admit he had not had the
pleasure of travelling in a group before this, he could quite understand his
almost driving need to not have to do this again any time in the near
future. Two nights of camping out in succession - specifically, that meant
two nights of listening to Gojyo attempt to jerk off quietly, two nights of
Goku snoring and dreaming (out loud) about food, and two nights of listening to
Sanzo expel internal gas every time he turned over.
It was a constant surprise Sanzo didn't explode
during the daytime; honestly, Hakkai had no idea what could possibly cause the
kind of flatulence the monk appeared to be currently suffering from. No wonder
Sanzo was in such ill humor eighteen hours of the
day. Of course the situation could be cured; that was not the
issue. All Hakkai needed to do was add something soothing to Sanzo's food
when he wasn't looking and the whole thing would be a bad memory, or so he
hoped. It was an idea worth exploring.
With this in mind, Hakkai prepared for bed with a
relaxing bath, and then changed into his pajama
bottoms. Fortunately, everyone had been assigned individual rooms
tonight. This was not borne out of Sanzo's need to treat his friends to
some peace and quiet, but rather borne from Sanzo's desire to annoy the 'three heads'
as much as possible. In fact, Hakkai would go so far as to say that Sanzo
derived some sort of perverse pleasure from imagining the looks on the Sanbutsushin's faces when the monthly bills
arrived. The man was a sadist through and through.
With an indulgent smile, Hakkai filed that thought
away for later and located his room key. He padded down the stairs on bare
feet, automatically heading through the bar and to the back of the inn, where
the kitchens were located.
Moonlight filtered into the kitchen, and Hakkai set
his key on the large preparation table situated in the middle of the
room. He paused for a moment to admire the moon, which was currently
shining with a bluey-grey
intensity through the window. Seeing no need to turn on a light, Hakkai looked
around until he located the pantry. He opened the door and began searching
through varying herbs, mentally ticking off what might be suitable for curing
extreme flatulence. Perhaps he might be lucky and locate something that
could double as a mood enhancer. After all, a happy monk meant a happy ikkou, which meant Hakkai could allow himself to relax and
actually enjoy life as it was intended.
Finally settling on what he deemed to be a good
solution to everyone's problems, he selected a jar from the shelf and set it on
the table behind him. He closed the door and was suddenly face-to-face
with Gojyo. For a brief moment Hakkai's life flashed before his
eyes. The horrific thought that the figure standing before him might have
been an annoyed and fully cognizant Sanzo made his heart jump into his
throat. It took a couple of seconds for his brain to focus on the fact
that the figure had a sleepy expression and long red hair, rather than a
murderous gaze and a paper fan. Still, he thought, the shock to his system
would be enough to keep his nervous system on full alert for at least the
remainder of the month, if not longer.
"Hakkai? What're ya doing?" Gojyo scratched his head and then his
stomach, as if somehow the two were magically connected.
Hakkai thought about trying to explain his
reasoning to Gojyo, but decided against it. Gojyo had a notoriously loose
mouth while he was intoxicated. Hakkai would rather not have to spend
hours explaining any of this to Sanzo in the immediate future. Still, a
jar of some kind of herbal substance was hard to explain away, and it wasn't
helping that Gojyo was half-naked and parading around in a pair of rather thin
sleep pants. Hakkai knew his brain couldn't function on full while he was
staring at Gojyo's six-pack and the faint happy trail currently disappearing
into the waistband of his cotton pants.
"I was looking for something to make a cup of
tea with, Gojyo," he explained, composing his expression into one of blank
neutrality. He blinked twice, just to get the point across.
"Right. Erm, anything to eat around
here?" Gojyo seemed to be attempting to wake up enough to hold a
functional conversation, but Hakkai could tell it was hard going.
"I'm not sure, Gojyo. Had you looked in
the refrigerator?"
Gojyo laughed. "That is the dumbest word
I ever heard, Hakkai. Check it out; fridge. Keep saying it
fridge, fridge, friiiiidge. Sounds
crazy stupid when you say it enough, dontcha
think?"
"Oh my." Hakkai was truly lost
for words.
Gojyo suddenly stepped forward, pulling Hakkai gently
into his arms and wrapping them around his back, squeezing tightly. Hakkai
felt Gojyo's head drop down until his lips were resting on Hakkai's
shoulder. Gojyo gave a small sigh and squeezed again, pulling Hakkai
close.
Hakkai was unsure what had precipitated this rapid
change of events, but suddenly his body was buzzing with pent-up emotion,
creating a yearning he couldn't explain deep inside his soul. His arms
came up and wrapped around Gojyo's back, pulling him closer. He could feel
Gojyo's growing erection between them and he rocked his hips forward
automatically.
Gojyo sighed agreeably, and began to kiss along
Hakkai's shoulder and toward the tender spot at the junction of his
neck. Hakkai's head fell to one side, his unspoken permission granting Gojyo
full access. Gojyo didn't need telling twice: his hot tongue began to
gently lick at Hakkai's skin, peppering delicate and aggravating kisses along
Hakkai's neck.
Hakkai's body relaxed into the touch, content to
allow Gojyo to lead for now. Gojyo's hands smoothed
across his skin, trailing from his back toward his buttocks. Hakkai
felt it this time; his hard erection pressed against Gojyo's, and they both
moaned appreciatively at the contact.
"I want you so bad, 'Kai," Gojyo
whispered into his neck. "I can't help it."
"Gojyo." Hakkai's head fell
back, allowing Gojyo to lay kisses over his throat, his hands coming up to
touch Hakkai's face and explore. Hakkai felt soft lips against his own and
he opened his mouth tentatively to Gojyo. He was suddenly overwhelmed with
a hunger, a need to feel all of Gojyo. In fact, if he was going to examine
the situation thoroughly, he would go so far as to say he felt somewhat lightheaded. He thrust the thought from his mind; now
was not the time for clinical evaluation, he chided himself.
Gojyo continued to kiss him, and Hakkai returned
the kiss with everything he had. He felt Gojyo slowly backing him up until
he was trapped between the table and Gojyo's hot body, pressed full length
against his. Hakkai slid a hand under the waistband of Gojyo's cotton
pants, letting his fingers glide downward between their bodies. Gojyo
responded by pressing his hips harder into Hakkai's, freezing the moment
Hakkai's fingertips made contact with his cock. Encouraged, Hakkai curled his
fingers around Gojyo's length. He was running on instinct, his actions
mirroring what he did to himself on the odd occasion that he needed
relief. Judging by Gojyo's sigh and deep shuddery breath, his
cautious experimentation was paying dividends.
Since one hand was occupied, Hakkai used his other
to push Gojyo's pants down further. He had more room to maneuver now, and he ran his fingers up and over the slit
in Gojyo's erection, spreading Gojyo's pre-come around and down his
length. Small shivers ran through Gojyo's body, and his head dropped back
onto Hakkai's shoulder. Gojyo's irregular breath was hot against Hakkai's
skin, and when Gojyo groaned once more Hakkai thought his heart might
explode. His hand moved faster over Gojyo's erection, and the small thrusts
that Gojyo was making into his fist told Hakkai that he was close. Hakkai
closed his eyes, waiting for Gojyo to pull back and away. When Gojyo
continued to thrust, his movements becoming more erratic, Hakkai moaned,
Gojyo's name spilling from kiss-bruised lips. Gojyo gave one last thrust
and suddenly his erection was pulsing in Hakkai's hand, his seed spilling
between them in a sticky rush. Hakkai honestly didn't care; he had
done this to Gojyo, brought him pleasure, and it was
all his own doing.
It seemed they stayed that way for minutes, a
frozen tableau of debauchery. Gojyo's breath was still hot on his neck,
his heart racing wildly against his own. With a hum of approval Gojyo
finally stirred, taking Hakkai's face between his hands and leaning forward
until their lips met. The soft kisses across his mouth only served to ramp
up Hakkai's desire and he knew that waiting was not an option; he needed Gojyo
more than he could admit to himself.
Gojyo pulled back, finally getting himself under
control. "You wanna, 'Kai?" he asked.
Hakkai took a deep, calming breath. Yes, he
decided, he did want to. He was prepared to let Gojyo in, to let
him take control. The exact mechanics of the situation dumbfounded Hakkai,
but he was prepared to let Gojyo lead and show him the way. He nodded in
agreement, not sure his voice would work under the circumstances. With a
grin, Gojyo kissed him again and then turned them so that Gojyo had his back to
the work table. He pushed Hakkai away slightly and, watching all the
while, shimmied out of his sleep pants. Even with his penis half-erect,
Gojyo was a sight to behold, all lean muscle and tanned skin, and it took
Hakkai's breath away.
With a cat-like grace, Gojyo pulled himself up and
onto the table, grabbing Hakkai's hand and pulling him closer. Confused,
Hakkai could only follow Gojyo's directions until he was up on the table
himself, and kneeling between Gojyo's legs. Hakkai reached out, running a
hand over the skin on Gojyo's hip, tracing across his belly with something akin
to wonder. Gojyo shifted back further, pulling Hakkai closer. Hakkai
finally felt he had to say something.
"Gojyo?" Hakkai forced himself
to look into Gojyo's eyes, to try to read what his friend was thinking.
"Stop thinking, Hakkai, just act, okay? Let
yourself go."
"But "
"Don't argue with me now." Gojyo softened
his words with a smile.
Hakkai's throat went dry at the thought. So
much could go wrong was he prepared to deal with that? Gojyo was placing all
of his trust in Hakkai's inexperienced hands, if he was reading the situation
correctly.
Nervous, Hakkai spoke the first words that came to
mind. "What about lubrication? I'm sure there's something around here
we could use
"
"This'll do." Gojyo took Hakkai's hand,
letting his fingertips run through the rapidly cooling come on his
belly. "It's cold, but it'll work for now."
Hakkai swallowed and nodded. Don't think
too much, or you'll worry yourself to death. Let Gojyo lead, you are safe
in his hands. He rubbed the viscous fluid between his fingertips,
feeling the slight tremor in his hands. Holding Gojyo's gaze, keeping that
smile in mind, he slipped his fingers lower, down past Gojyo's returning
erection, over his balls, and down further, tracing towards his ass. When
his fingers met the tight entrance, Gojyo groaned and lay
his head back on the table, shifting his hips and thrusting upward. Hakkai
was surprised at first when his fingertip slid in easily. Then he
remembered Gojyo had already come, his body was open and relaxed, and he wanted
Hakkai. With a calming breath, Hakkai let Gojyo cant his hips and he
thrust another finger inside, into that heat and warmth. Gojyo's hand
caressed his hip in encouragement, eyes slitted as he
watched Hakkai. Hakkai pressed deeper, encouraged as Gojyo began to rock
his hips upward.
"Hakkai, do it already."
"Gojyo, I can't "
Gojyo thrust upward again, proving he was
ready. Hakkai moved forward, removing his fingers and pushing his pants
down over his hips, lining his erection up with Gojyo's entrance. He
pressed forward, watching Gojyo all the while for any sign that what he was
doing was wrong. Gojyo's strong hands wrapped around
Hakkai's hips, slowly guiding him forward. Hakkai gritted his teeth
at the new sensation, the sudden feeling of tight warmth around his length, a
resistance, and then, with a sudden push, he was inside. Hakkai let out a
shuddery breath as pure, gut-twisting pleasure settled deep in his
belly. His head fell forward as his brain tried to process the sensual
overload and failed. Oh, god. So tight, too tight! His
trembling hips slid forward, deeper, and Gojyo's sigh of encouragement was all
he needed. He leaned forward until both his palms were resting either side
of Gojyo's head, pausing for a moment, trying to adjust his shaking breath and
failing.
Gojyo's hands slid around to grab Hakkai's ass,
pulling him forward, hard and fast. With a gasp, Hakkai found
himself fully seated. Hakkai's body responded automatically, pulling back
slightly before thrusting in again. Gojyo arched his back and wrapped his
legs around Hakkai's waist, guiding him even more deeply inside. Hakkai
found a rhythm and Gojyo followed, his hips meeting Hakkai's thrusts every
time.
Hakkai felt as if his entire being was centered down to a single point in his gut, an almost
painful pleasure dictating his movements. He dropped to his elbows, lips
seeking Gojyo's, mouth and tongues joined in a mutual dance of
gratification. His breath was coming in erratic gasps, and he could feel
Gojyo's hard length against the taut muscles of his stomach.
"Gojyo," he gasped, eyes closing as the
pleasure built.
Gojyo reached a hand between them, closing around
his own erection, and he began a series of rapid strokes. Hakkai's
movements were jerky, and he realized he was going to come very
soon. Gojyo seemed to have anticipated his thoughts. Hakkai
realized suddenly that his friend knew him too well; that Gojyo understood that
Hakkai's brain was going to go off in a panicky direction regarding who was
going to come when. Gojyo's legs around his waist held him down, refused
to let him go, and stopped him from thinking any further than he needed
to.
"Hakkai, I'm gonna
come, yeah?" Gojyo breathed into his ear. "Come with me."
Hakkai squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating only
on Gojyo's restless breathing, his words, and the movement of his
body. The pleasure-pain in his gut moved downward, expanding into an
orgasmic rush, and suddenly he was coming, thrusting hard into Gojyo's
body. He felt Gojyo's muscles fluttering around his erection, and knew
Gojyo was coming with him.
When Hakkai came to, he was lying on top of Gojyo,
still in the same position, his hot and sweaty body utterly spent, his muscles
tired and shaking with a pleasurable fatigue. It was feeling he could grow
used to, he decided. The equally hot and sweaty body beneath his shifted
slightly, rolling them to the side. They both
uttered sighs of disapproval as Hakkai's cock slipped from Gojyo's body, but
neither could get up the energy to be overly worried about it. Hakkai
dozed, his nose pressed into Gojyo's silky hair, strong arms wrapped around
him.
The chill in the air finally woke Hakkai, which
caused Gojyo to stir as well. Soft lips pressed against his ear, in his
hair. Hakkai was about to say something when he heard the distinctive
sound of footsteps outside in the passageway.
Hakkai had never seen Gojyo move so fast, but then
he had to admit he'd never been witness to Gojyo making a quick
getaway. He'd heard of his friend's legendary powers in this regard and it
seemed Gojyo's instincts were never wrong. Someone was coming, and they
were headed for the kitchen, if Hakkai wasn't mistaken.
Gojyo slid off the table and grabbed his pants,
turning around and pulling Hakkai down to the floor. "Shit, we gotta hide, Hakkai."
Hakkai pulled up his pants and tied the string
quickly. "Gojyo, shouldn't we "
"No time. Outside." Gojyo
pulled his pants on and grabbed Hakkai's hand, dragging him toward the back
door of the inn. Within moments they were outside, giggling like idiot
children, secure in the knowledge they had a door between them and the
intruder. Gojyo smirked and leaned against the wall. He pulled Hakkai
into his arms and held him close, sharing body heat in the cool air. Hakkai
glanced up to the window, apprehensive when the light went on in the
kitchen. There was the sound of the refrigerator door opening and then
closing. He looked at Gojyo, who was trying not to laugh. Gojyo
mouthed the word fridge at Hakkai, and suddenly Hakkai found he was
trying to stifle a laugh at the thought of the word.
Minutes passed and it was apparent that the
intruder was still in the kitchen. "What the fuck are they doing in
there?" Gojyo whispered vehemently.
"I'm not sure. Perhaps having a late-night
snack?" Hakkai replied with a raised eyebrow. To tell the truth,
Hakkai couldn't really care less what they were doing; he was warm in Gojyo's
embrace.
Gojyo looked at Hakkai. "I don't know
about you, but I wouldn't mind being in a warm bed with you, rather than out
here. Watcha say we make a run for it?"
"How are we going to do that?" Hakkai was
skeptical.
"Okay." Gojyo ran his hand through
his hair as he thought. "We bluff it out. I'll go in first and
you wait for a few seconds, and then follow me in, yeah?"
"If you insist," Hakkai
replied. Personally, he had his doubts, but if it had worked for Gojyo
before, there was no reason why it wouldn't work now.
Gojyo nodded and then leaned down for a
kiss. "Right, see you inside in a sec?"
With a final grin Gojyo opened the kitchen door and
went inside. Hakkai waited dutifully for a few moments, anticipation
already coursing through his body at the thought of Gojyo naked once more and
in his bed. The light was still on in the kitchen, but Hakkai
couldn't hear anything and thought it was probably safe to attempt a nonchalant
entrance. With this thought in mind, he opened the door and stepped into
the warm kitchen, promptly running nose-first into Gojyo's shoulder. With
a surprised murmur, Hakkai stepped to one side and realized why Gojyo was
frozen to the spot.
Sanzo.
Hakkai and Gojyo stood there for a few moments,
watching Sanzo, who was watching them. A sneer crossed Sanzo's
face, and he leaned against the preparation table. In front of the monk
was a jar of pickles. Hakkai's hand brushed Gojyo's elbow gently in
sympathy.
"Bad naked," Gojyo suddenly blurted out,
staring at the jar of pickles in shock.
"What the fuck are you two imbeciles
doing?" Sanzo snapped. Never pleasant when awake, Sanzo was
positively nasty when he was half asleep. Hakkai resolved that a further
herbal remedy for mood regulation would definitely be required, on top of the
one he had already selected.
"We were on our way to bed, Sanzo,"
Hakkai answered smoothly. "Can we assist you with anything?"
Sanzo glared from Gojyo to Hakkai and back again,
like the kappa was a personal affront to his sanity. "Tch. I can't get the fucking jar open. The
lid is stuck," Sanzo said eventually.
Hakkai stepped forward and took the jar of pickles;
very much aware he could possibly be ruining his newfound sex life in the
process. A sudden thought occurred to him. "All you need to do
is run the jar under hot water, Sanzo, as it breaks the vacuum." He
handed the jar back to the monk.
Sanzo grunted, which was most probably a thank you
of sorts. Hakkai felt Gojyo visibly relax next to him, and a small sigh of
relief issued from the kappa.
Hakkai gave Gojyo a small push in the lower back,
toward the door. It took a moment but Gojyo finally got the
hint. Gojyo was almost at the door when Sanzo leaned forward, resting an
elbow on the table as he stared wistfully at the jar.
Gojyo turned slightly to Hakkai, a beatific smile
of pure malice and joy on his face. "Hey, 'Kai?
You realize Sanzo is leaning exactly where my balls were "
"Goodnight, Sanzo!" Hakkai bellowed
across the room, drowning out the rest of Gojyo's damning statement. Hakkai
shoved Gojyo through the door and made sure he was on his way through the bar,
before returning to grab the small jar of herbs and his room key from the
table.
Sanzo looked like he was contemplating a
particularly significant part of a difficult sutra. He sniffed
disdainfully. "Hakkai, you smell something weird in here?" he
asked, lazily draping his arm across the table.
Hakkai stared at the slightly damp spot that the
pristine silk of Sanzo's sleeve was resting in. He fought the urge to
start laughing; instead he forced it down and presented Sanzo with his best
blank expression. "Not at all, Sanzo, I smell nothing
untoward at all. Please enjoy the rest of your evening."
"Hn." Sanzo picked up the
jar of pickles and examined it, turning it in the light.
Hakkai turned on his heel and made for the door,
trying to hold in the laughter. By the time he made it to the top of the
stairs and found Gojyo waiting for him he was almost doubled over with pain
from holding it in.
By the time they made it to the bedroom, all
thoughts of Sanzo were definitely the last thing on Hakkai's mind.
The
end! Thank you for reading!
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