Title: Crimson Tide
Author:
lawless
LJ: http://lawless523.livejournal.com/
Rating/Warnings:
PG-13 for slight bloodiness and sexual implications
Pairing:
Hakkai/Gojyo
Summary: Hakkai remembers being bathed in blood, but Gojyo doesn't mind
Notes:
Challenge #62, blood. Time allotted: 30 minutes. Time taken: 35 minutes to
write and 5 minutes to proofread and edit. Unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine.
Crimson Tide
Gojyo was looking in the bathroom mirror one second and the next hissing from
the pain of the nick on his chin. Hakkai's entrance to put the clean towels
away had startled him and the hand on the razor slipped. To be more precise,
Hakkai's unexpected reflection looming behind him had startled him. The man was
as stealthy as a cat and sometimes as unnerving.
Hakkai paused on his way out the door. "What happened?" he asked in
that soft voice of his and lifted a hand to his roommate's neck.
"Nothing," Gojyo said, more harshly than he intended, not willing to
admit to being startled or hurt.
"It doesn't look like nothing," Hakkai observed, rubbing lightly at
the wound.
Then he did something that alarmed and excited Gojyo at the same time. He
brought the finger that had rubbed Gojyo's wound to his lips and licked
the blood off of it, the coppery smell and tang familiar to his senses.
It wasn't until he had taken several swipes at it with his tongue that he
became conscious of what he was doing. "Sorry," he said. "That
was rather…forward and disgusting of me. I thought I'd lost my taste for blood."
Is he being literal, Gojyo thought, or is he just making a lame joke?
"I thought I'd be free of it when Sanzo and the Three Aspects granted me a
new life," he continued.
"It doesn't bother me," Gojyo said fiercely. To prove it, he dabbed
at the wound himself and gave his finger a quick lick. He had to school himself
not to make a face.
Hakkai's eyes softened. He tentatively embraced his friend, holding him closer
when he didn't flinch. "Thank you," he said, "for taking me in
when you found me bathed in blood." They both knew it wasn't his own blood
he was referring to.
Gojyo lifted his chin up, allowing Hakkai access if he wanted. Hakkai's breath
was warm against his jaw as he licked the cut with his tongue. Gojyo responded
by licking Hakkai's neck.
Each thought the other must hear his heartbeat when it pounded so loudly. Each
felt the rush of blood to the groin that neither ever expected to feel for
another man.
When it was over, Hakkai whispered, "Your hair and eyes don't remind me of
blood or sin any more. They remind me that while I may be damned, I'm still
human."
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