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new_kateTitle: Bold fashion statement
Fandom: Saiyuki.
Pairing: 85
Warnings: NC-17 for dirty smut and mushiness like woah.
Notes: Because Minecura loves us and does this on purpose.
Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hibem for the beta.
He was back. Simply stepped out of limbo into the dusty market square and stood there, outlined by the sun, caressing a shiny red apple in his palm, smiling. New clothes, new hair, new eye – half-hidden by the monocle, but a real eye where a gaping bloody hole had been. All of him looked good as new.
Better maybe. He had never smiled like this when he was stuck in Gojyo’s bed, or later, when he restlessly limped around the house, scrubbing, dusting and organizing things like it made any difference, baking those chocolate cookies, watching Gojyo gorge himself on them. This was the kind of smile that you wanted to share and remember, that made you want to touch these lips and feel them curve, warm and soft, against your skin.
Gojyo winced, clutched the bag of apples in his suddenly sweaty palm, threw him another sideways glance. He kept doing that as they walked back to his house, checking that the guy didn't disappear on him and the whole thing wasn’t just another dream. He had had plenty of those since that night: knock on the door, familiar green eyes, always two, this gentle laugh ringing in his ears, his friend coming home. In the dreams he could never remember his name, and had panicked quietly, thinking the guy would leave again if he doesn’t call his name and bind him like a wild spirit.
“Hakkai,” he said experimentally.
“Yes, Gojyo?”
“Nothing. Just… Come here.”
He grabbed the guy in an awkward bear hug, and Hakkai almost-giggled when the apples banged against his back, would his own arms around Gojyo’s waist, squeezed back a little. So skinny, his ribs and hipbones poking hard into Gojyo’s skin, but it was him, really him, warm and real, and Gojyo didn’t want to let go. Would gladly stand here, on the forest path, with the wind singing in the tree crowns and the crows screaming in the distance, and hold him close for hours if he could, listen to his heartbeat, make sure he’s alive, not going anywhere.
“You’re back,” whispered Gojyo near Hakkai’s ear, almost feeling the cool silver of limiters under his lips. “Fuck, man, you’re back. This is great.”
“I’m glad to see you too, Gojyo,” Hakkai said politely, and his palms moved over Gojyo’s tank top in short soothing strokes. Except it wasn’t really soothing, his large soft hands burning through thin fabric, his breath in Gojyo’s messily cut hair.
There was that feeling again, the one he hardly ever got – when you liked somebody so much you wanted to be around them all the time, stay as close as you could, flush against their body, squeeze yourself under their skin. Gojyo pressed his cheek into Hakkai’s neck, closed his eyes and let himself feel it, the belonging, the two of them, the bliss and the yearning of this friendship thing, and if it was making his dick hard - hey, he was nineteen, many things did.
Hakkai was kissing his hair – really kissing it, softly, and it was a little weird, but seemed to make a lot of sense with the red, and it being cut short and everything, but Gojyo couldn’t think of symbolism at the moment. He wanted to taste that smooth skin under his cheek. He had touched this guy everywhere when he was cleaning him up, had seen everything, more that he saw of anyone else. What harm could there be in letting his tongue at Hakkai’s neck, just to know him that tiny bit better?
But before he knew it or realised how that happened, Hakkai had turned his head and their mouths were together, touching, and he was breathing in Hakkai’s breath. It was frightening somehow, too close, but Hakkai wasn’t afraid, shut his eyes and here he was, kissing Gojyo’s lips fiercely, too hard to feel pleasure. So Gojyo settled into feeling just that – his presence, his life pulsing into Gojyo’s mouth, the taste of his tongue. Just – this.
And then standing up was no longer an option, and they were tumbling down, down on the soft bed of wet leaves, and Gojyo was stuffing his hands under Hakkai’s shirt, because he wanted more of the skin, closer, harder, tighter. He thought Hakkai would be too polite to get freaked out by a hard-on against him, so he shamelessly took an advantage and ground his hips up, still kissing like there was no tomorrow, because you never knew if there would be tomorrow, if there would be the minute after next.
“Gojyo,” said Hakkai, pulling back, rocking on top on him so slightly he probably wasn’t even doing that on purpose. “I want to come back to your house, for good this time. I want us to live together. Would you have me?”
“Yes,” breathed Gojyo, arching to get more pressure, straining for Hakkai’s lips, “Yeah, of course.”
They were kissing again, and Hakkai was lacing their fingers together, pressing their hands into the leaves over Gojyo’s head. That firm ridge, there – that was Hakkai’s cock, hard as rock, Gojyo realised suddenly, and his hips twisted on their own to get against that, to grind them together, so good, this couldn’t be wrong, this was hot and bright and perfect, and…
It caught him by surprise. Gojyo bucked, stifling a scream, and came in his pants like he hasn’t done in years. He stilled, terrified, spread on the damp cold ground, with his new roommate moving heavily on top of him, licking the corners of his slack mouth.
“Wait,” Gojyo said. “Get off, I gotta…”
He stumbled to the nearest brook, opened his pants and washed up as much as he could, flinching at the touch of cold water. Hakkai was waiting right where he had left him, standing on the footpath with that damn bag of apples in his hand, smiling that tight-lipped, strained smile he'd had during their first days together. Gojyo couldn’t stand seeing that, so he grinned broadly, forcing Hakkai’s smile wider.
“Shall we go home, Gojyo?”
Home. Their home, where they would have to face each other day after day, just the two of them.
“Yeah, just… I wanna go to the temple first, give that shitty priest what for. I…”
Gojyo dragged a hand through his hair and swore, groaning. The hair was mussed and tangled, sticking out in all directions, wet and muddy, flattened on the back where he’d been tossing his head against the forest floor. So obvious, too fucking obvious to face the world like that, everyone would know…
Hakkai tried to help, carefully picking out bits of damp grass and crushed leaves, but his fingers were too warm against Gojyo’s burning cheeks, and he had to step back, softly pulling away. Hakkai blinked, bit his lip and took a huge, clean hanky out of his pocket.
“Ah, well. Perhaps you could tie a bandana over it?”
Fandom: Saiyuki.
Pairing: 85
Warnings: NC-17 for dirty smut and mushiness like woah.
Notes: Because Minecura loves us and does this on purpose.
Many thanks to
hibem for the beta.He was back. Simply stepped out of limbo into the dusty market square and stood there, outlined by the sun, caressing a shiny red apple in his palm, smiling. New clothes, new hair, new eye – half-hidden by the monocle, but a real eye where a gaping bloody hole had been. All of him looked good as new.
Better maybe. He had never smiled like this when he was stuck in Gojyo’s bed, or later, when he restlessly limped around the house, scrubbing, dusting and organizing things like it made any difference, baking those chocolate cookies, watching Gojyo gorge himself on them. This was the kind of smile that you wanted to share and remember, that made you want to touch these lips and feel them curve, warm and soft, against your skin.
Gojyo winced, clutched the bag of apples in his suddenly sweaty palm, threw him another sideways glance. He kept doing that as they walked back to his house, checking that the guy didn't disappear on him and the whole thing wasn’t just another dream. He had had plenty of those since that night: knock on the door, familiar green eyes, always two, this gentle laugh ringing in his ears, his friend coming home. In the dreams he could never remember his name, and had panicked quietly, thinking the guy would leave again if he doesn’t call his name and bind him like a wild spirit.
“Hakkai,” he said experimentally.
“Yes, Gojyo?”
“Nothing. Just… Come here.”
He grabbed the guy in an awkward bear hug, and Hakkai almost-giggled when the apples banged against his back, would his own arms around Gojyo’s waist, squeezed back a little. So skinny, his ribs and hipbones poking hard into Gojyo’s skin, but it was him, really him, warm and real, and Gojyo didn’t want to let go. Would gladly stand here, on the forest path, with the wind singing in the tree crowns and the crows screaming in the distance, and hold him close for hours if he could, listen to his heartbeat, make sure he’s alive, not going anywhere.
“You’re back,” whispered Gojyo near Hakkai’s ear, almost feeling the cool silver of limiters under his lips. “Fuck, man, you’re back. This is great.”
“I’m glad to see you too, Gojyo,” Hakkai said politely, and his palms moved over Gojyo’s tank top in short soothing strokes. Except it wasn’t really soothing, his large soft hands burning through thin fabric, his breath in Gojyo’s messily cut hair.
There was that feeling again, the one he hardly ever got – when you liked somebody so much you wanted to be around them all the time, stay as close as you could, flush against their body, squeeze yourself under their skin. Gojyo pressed his cheek into Hakkai’s neck, closed his eyes and let himself feel it, the belonging, the two of them, the bliss and the yearning of this friendship thing, and if it was making his dick hard - hey, he was nineteen, many things did.
Hakkai was kissing his hair – really kissing it, softly, and it was a little weird, but seemed to make a lot of sense with the red, and it being cut short and everything, but Gojyo couldn’t think of symbolism at the moment. He wanted to taste that smooth skin under his cheek. He had touched this guy everywhere when he was cleaning him up, had seen everything, more that he saw of anyone else. What harm could there be in letting his tongue at Hakkai’s neck, just to know him that tiny bit better?
But before he knew it or realised how that happened, Hakkai had turned his head and their mouths were together, touching, and he was breathing in Hakkai’s breath. It was frightening somehow, too close, but Hakkai wasn’t afraid, shut his eyes and here he was, kissing Gojyo’s lips fiercely, too hard to feel pleasure. So Gojyo settled into feeling just that – his presence, his life pulsing into Gojyo’s mouth, the taste of his tongue. Just – this.
And then standing up was no longer an option, and they were tumbling down, down on the soft bed of wet leaves, and Gojyo was stuffing his hands under Hakkai’s shirt, because he wanted more of the skin, closer, harder, tighter. He thought Hakkai would be too polite to get freaked out by a hard-on against him, so he shamelessly took an advantage and ground his hips up, still kissing like there was no tomorrow, because you never knew if there would be tomorrow, if there would be the minute after next.
“Gojyo,” said Hakkai, pulling back, rocking on top on him so slightly he probably wasn’t even doing that on purpose. “I want to come back to your house, for good this time. I want us to live together. Would you have me?”
“Yes,” breathed Gojyo, arching to get more pressure, straining for Hakkai’s lips, “Yeah, of course.”
They were kissing again, and Hakkai was lacing their fingers together, pressing their hands into the leaves over Gojyo’s head. That firm ridge, there – that was Hakkai’s cock, hard as rock, Gojyo realised suddenly, and his hips twisted on their own to get against that, to grind them together, so good, this couldn’t be wrong, this was hot and bright and perfect, and…
It caught him by surprise. Gojyo bucked, stifling a scream, and came in his pants like he hasn’t done in years. He stilled, terrified, spread on the damp cold ground, with his new roommate moving heavily on top of him, licking the corners of his slack mouth.
“Wait,” Gojyo said. “Get off, I gotta…”
He stumbled to the nearest brook, opened his pants and washed up as much as he could, flinching at the touch of cold water. Hakkai was waiting right where he had left him, standing on the footpath with that damn bag of apples in his hand, smiling that tight-lipped, strained smile he'd had during their first days together. Gojyo couldn’t stand seeing that, so he grinned broadly, forcing Hakkai’s smile wider.
“Shall we go home, Gojyo?”
Home. Their home, where they would have to face each other day after day, just the two of them.
“Yeah, just… I wanna go to the temple first, give that shitty priest what for. I…”
Gojyo dragged a hand through his hair and swore, groaning. The hair was mussed and tangled, sticking out in all directions, wet and muddy, flattened on the back where he’d been tossing his head against the forest floor. So obvious, too fucking obvious to face the world like that, everyone would know…
Hakkai tried to help, carefully picking out bits of damp grass and crushed leaves, but his fingers were too warm against Gojyo’s burning cheeks, and he had to step back, softly pulling away. Hakkai blinked, bit his lip and took a huge, clean hanky out of his pocket.
“Ah, well. Perhaps you could tie a bandana over it?”
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Date: 2005-09-05 08:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-05 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-05 07:14 pm (UTC)Very very nice. I liked this alot (not that I don't like all of your work...).
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Date: 2005-09-09 01:04 pm (UTC)*Embarks on a quest of making everything about NC-17 858 smut*
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Date: 2005-09-05 07:26 pm (UTC)No, you're right. There is no other possible explanation. Mystery solved! ^,^
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Date: 2005-09-09 01:08 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2005-09-05 10:46 pm (UTC)I caught this late, didn't pay attention when you mentioned you'd unlocked it. Aah, the pretty.
And you do realize this'll be my canon explanation for the bandana now. The next time some little kid asks me? Yup. Sex in forest.
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Date: 2005-09-09 01:12 pm (UTC)Oh, oh, while enlightening the little kid, don't forget to mention safe sex! Lying on the ground in the forest => insects in pants!!! V. scary. /responsible voice
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Date: 2005-09-06 01:35 am (UTC)I've put you on my friends-list, I hope you don't mind ...
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Date: 2005-09-09 01:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-10 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-06 04:01 am (UTC)"He grabbed the guy in an awkward bear hug, and Hakkai almost-giggled when the apples banged against his back"
"So skinny, his ribs and hipbones poking hard into Gojyo’s skin"
"stay as close as you could, flush against their body"
"damp grass and crushed leaves"
I love the way you write - so sensuous.
And Gojyo being such a teenager, all awkwardness and bravado at the same time, horny and yet desperately needing to be loved, and trailing his sentences off like that - just, *guh*
::love at you:: ::adds to memories::
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Date: 2005-09-09 01:16 pm (UTC)Aw, I looove Gojyo. He's a sweetheart. Slutty, silly sweatheart. He does need to be loved (and by volume 9 I personally had no doubts he is *waves OTP banner*).
Very happy you liked! Thank you!
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Date: 2005-09-06 11:46 am (UTC)I have always wondered about that bandanna--and now I know.
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Date: 2005-09-09 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-12 06:38 am (UTC)Now, I wonder what you could make out of my bandana... *sly look*