(fic) Work Ethic
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cicerSomeone gave me a prompt for youkai!Hakkai/Gojyo sex...a few months ago. In the hubbub of NaNoWriMo and the holidays, I quite forgot about it and only now remembered to finish it up. Embarrassingly, I don't even remember who it was, but. Well. Your fic's done, whoever-you-are!
Stretching his legs out in front of him, Gojyo sat on the front porch and watched, transfixed. Somehow, Hakkai had gotten it into his head that he needed to practice controlling his youkai form. When Hakkai had announced this, Gojyo had nodded politely, not feeling that it was his place to comment on what Hakkai chose to do with or without his limiters. Privately, he reasoned it was probably a good idea, since the thought of Hakkai losing his limiters and tearing the town apart wasn’t very appealing. Still, Gojyo had remained slightly apprehensive. He knew what Hakkai was capable of without his limiters, and the idea of him parading around freely in that form was a little nerve-wracking.
But as he watched Hakkai, Gojyo realized that if he’d known what Hakkai’s ‘training’ had involved, he would have been much more enthusiastic. Hakkai crouched on the ground, shirt thrown aside, and gathered chi in his palm, aiming it at the pile of leaves Gojyo had raked earlier. Chi control was always interesting, and Gojyo was sure that the trick would be fairly impressive to anyone else. He, however, was rather focused on Hakkai’s ass, since he had a rather splendid view from his seat. Shifting, Gojyo adjusted himself subtly and privately decided that he very much liked this idea of training.
For Gojyo, it was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was about Hakkai’s youkai form that was so attractive. He knew that for most people, seeing a half-naked youkai crouched in a battle stance would inspire thoughts less along the lines of I’d like a piece of that and more along the lines of I hope he doesn’t take a piece out of me. Hakkai’s youkai form, though, was utterly delectable, though Gojyo couldn’t exactly say why.
It was probably the vines. They were aesthetically appealing on their own, a dark design against pale skin, but there was also a certain sense of mystery to them. They had looked almost black when Gojyo had seen them in the warehouse after Hakkai rescued him, but now in better lighting he saw that they were actually a very dark shade of green. Instead of looking like a tattoo, flush against the surface of the skin as Gojyo had imagined, they were almost raised, as if they could move on their own.
Trying to clear from his mind the myriad of perverse thoughts about what those vines might be able to do, Gojyo wondered if he should leave for a while. Perhaps he should go inside and take a cold shower. It wouldn’t be help much, but Hakkai might be happy to drag himself away from his training only to discover Gojyo salivating over him. With the threat of an angry Hakkai in mind, Gojyo really tried to persuade himself to get up, go inside, and not stare and drool like a diseased animal.
He failed spectacularly, and kept staring. The prospect of going inside seemed more reasonable, yes, but the view was so much nicer outside. Maybe he could pretend he was watching the leaves that were changing color, if Hakkai noticed his presence. He wondered if Hakkai would buy that. Probably not, he thought, particularly if he happened to look down and see the hard length that was pressing against the seam of Gojyo’s jeans.
Oh well, Gojyo thought. He’d just have to endure it. Even if Hakkai was less than thrilled to find Gojyo ogling him, it probably wouldn’t be that bad. Probably. Drawing himself away from the unpleasant thoughts of Hakkai’s anger, Gojyo returned to contemplate the vines.
They were sort of a tease, that was what they were. He could see the ones that wrapped around Hakkai’s arms and chest well enough, especially when he stretched, but then they vanished into the waistband of Hakkai pants, which were frustratingly still on. Gojyo found it deeply agonizing that he had no idea how low the vines went, whether they covered Hakkai’s legs and hips or, well, the rest of him.
Gojyo checked briefly to make sure he wasn’t actually drooling on his shirt. Satisfied that his lechery wasn’t blatantly obvious, he returned to his happy perusal of Hakkai’s body. He watched as Hakkai’s muscles twisted, rippling beneath his skin as he went through a slow kata. He rose out of his crouch slowly, and Gojyo nearly fell over trying to get a better view of Hakkai’s ass. He righted himself quickly, glad Hakkai’s attention was diverted away from him, and watched as Hakkai’s claws skimmed the dirt lightly before he stood up.
The hair was nice too, Gojyo thought. He liked Hakkai’s hair the way it usually was, but the extra length was very appealing. It hung around Hakkai’s face, drifting as if it had a mind of its own. A particular piece fell over Hakkai’s face, resting almost directly over a vine and brushing the edge of Hakkai’s collarbone. Gojyo wanted to reach out and tug it, and almost had to sit on his hands to restrain the impulse. The long pointed ears jutted out from Hakkai’s hair. Gojyo wanted to touch those, too.
He was somewhat surprised when Hakkai suddenly turned around and faced him. He closed his mouth, which he belatedly realized was hanging open, with a snap. Hakkai smiled at him, flashing sharp teeth, and dusted off his pants before going to collect his shirt where he’d left it. Gojyo was rather disappointed that Hakkai had remembered. He’d hoped he might just leave the shirt off. Maybe he could ditch the pants, too.
“Done?” he asked. He was pleased to find his voice was a relatively steady voice and didn’t obviously betray that the question he was really asking was not are you done training? but more along the line of can we have sex now, please?.
Hakkai only nodded, and Gojyo was happy when he didn’t replace his shirt immediately, folding it instead. He walked over to the porch and stopped in front of Gojyo, who was afforded with a lovely view of Hakkai’s sweaty torso, wrapped in vines and scars. Gojyo forced himself to look up at Hakkai’s face. Hakkai’s expression was unreadable, but clearly amused.
For the first time, Gojyo wondered if Hakkai knew what he was doing to Gojyo and wasn’t actually training so much as deliberately being a cocktease. If he was, Gojyo thought he might have to kill Hakkai, especially if he knew how good he looked right now and that Gojyo had been trying really hard not to make any sexual advances towards him because he didn’t know how Hakkai would feel about doing that in this body.
But there was only so much any man could take. Silently hoping that Hakkai wouldn’t take this the wrong way, Gojyo gave up attempting any verbal come-ons, since he suspected he wouldn’t be able to come up with anything better than oh god, can we please fuck now, please, please, please?. He reached out and put a hand on Hakkai’s hip, gripping the warm and sweaty skin, and glared up at him.
“Did you know?” he asked, feeling that he didn’t need to finish the sentence, since Hakkai probably did. Besides, outright asking did you know I’ve been salivating over you like a dog for the past hour? would rob him of the remaining shreds of dignity he had left.
Hakkai smiled again, slow as honey, and Gojyo got another glimpse of very white teeth. “Well,” he said in response, and looked like he might be smugly examining his nails if they weren’t currently claws that were several inches long.
Gojyo considered this, considered Hakkai’s body in front of him, and reached out and grasped Hakkai with both hands, tugging him closer. “You’re a bastard,” he told him frankly. Which, granted, was probably a fairly dangerous thing to say to Hakkai under any circumstances, but there were limits about what a man should reasonably do to another man. This was just cruel.
“Yes,” Hakkai agreed, still looking inordinately pleased with himself. Gojyo wanted to kick him, but wanted to touch him even more. He was thrilled when Hakkai leaned down so he was kneeling in front of Gojyo, legs straddling his thighs and hands on either side of Gojyo’s hips, and kissed him.
Reaching for the waistband of Hakkai’s pants, Gojyo kissed back as fervently as he could, determined to get Hakkai naked as quickly as possible. He spared a glance toward the edge of the backyard, suddenly very glad that Hakkai had insisted on building a fence last summer, since it now guaranteed a certain amount of privacy. Still, even if any nosy neighbors happened to be wandering by and peeked in, at least they’d have something interesting to see.
He managed to yank Hakkai’s pants open with a certain amount of effort, particularly since Hakkai was doing distracting things to his mouth with his tongue. It was also hard to focus when Hakkai was so close, warm with sweat and smelling like clean earth.
Steeling himself against distractions, Gojyo plunged a hand determinedly inside Hakkai’s pants and was pleased to discover that Hakkai was as hard as he was. He wrapped a hand around Hakkai’s length, delighted when Hakkai hissed in response and slid a clawed hand underneath his shirt. Gojyo felt dangerously sharp nails brush over his nipples and shuddered. Prying himself away from Hakkai’s mouth, he gasped, “Pants. Pants off.”
The smile that Hakkai gave him in response was sharp and alluring, almost wicked. Gojyo shut his eyes and wiggled out of his pants, yanking his shirt off and casting it into the corner of the porch. All thoughts of the inconveniences of having sex outside had left his mind. He didn’t particularly care if any passersby happened to peer over the fence or if he got splinters in his ass from the rough wood. He just wanted Hakkai to fuck him, right now.
Hakkai dropped his pants to his ankles and nudged them aside by the time Gojyo had managed to get himself naked, and practically pounced on him once their clothing had been sufficiently scattered. Gojyo lay back on the porch and wrapped a leg around Hakkai’s hips, grinding their erections together. “For fuck’s sake,” he said, and didn’t particularly care that his voice had devolved into a whine. Hurry up and put it it wasn’t exactly the most romantic entreaty Gojyo knew, but it seemed the most appropriate one for this particular moment. Gojyo silently cursed Hakkai’s sadistic sense of humor that chose the most unfortunate times to rear its ugly head.
“Turn over,” Hakkai whispered, licking Gojyo’s ear as his hair fell over Gojyo’s face. Gojyo complied almost before the words were out of Hakkai mouth, kneeling on the rough wood. He briefly regretted the lack of foreplay as he did so. It wasn’t that he wasn’t eager to hurry up and have Hakkai fuck him, but he would have like to take his time and explore the changes in Hakkai’s body, perhaps even discover the limits of those elusive vines. Next time, he promised himself, he wouldn’t watch Hakkai’s ‘training’ and get himself all worked up. And there would be a next time, he promised himself. It was only fair. Hakkai couldn’t tease him like this and get away with it. There would be repercussions, Gojyo told himself.
Hakkai’s thighs settled themselves behind his, and Gojyo could feel the muscles in them shifting as Hakkai wrapped and arm around Gojyo’s middle. Claws scraped Gojyo’s belly lightly and the blunt tip of Hakkai’s cock pressed itself against his opening. Gojyo groaned softly, dropping his head forward, and waiting as Hakkai’s hips rocked slowly forward, pushing in.
He groaned again, louder, when Hakkai slid in and waited, not moving. An impressive variety of swear words and curses lit through his mind, but all he said was, “Harder,” and swore under his breath when Hakkai licked a hot tongue against eh back of his neck before finally thrusting.
Gojyo couldn’t help but move with Hakkai’s thrusts, rocking back against him in a desperate attempt to feel him deeper inside. Hakkai’s arm squeezed his middle, hot and sweat-slicked and wrapped in frighteningly strong muscle, and his hair tickled the back of his neck. It was strange, to feel long hair other than his getting in the way, but he decided he liked it. He would have liked it better if he’d been able to reach back and wind his fingers in the long coarse strands. Next time, he promised himself, in what was fast becoming his new mantra.
The sensation of sharp teeth nipping at his shoulder hard enough to bruise made Gojyo jump, and then arch back with an audible gasp as Hakkai slammed deep inside of him. “Hakkai,” he groaned, and was gratified when he felt ragged breathing against his ear. It was nice to know he wasn’t the only one turning into a helpless puddle. He mumbled Hakkai’s name again, pushing back to meet his thrust, uncaring of the mark he was sure Hakkai was leaving on his skin with his teeth and claws. It was rather nice to know that he’d be able to look at them later and know where they came from. Hakkai drew back, shifted his hip, and sank forward into Gojyo’s body and this time the feeling of his hard length pressed against something that made Gojyo stop breathing altogether and shut his eyes, slumping forward slightly on his hands and knees.
When his insides stopped quivering and he could take a deep breath without feeling dizzy, Gojyo opened his eyes to see his knees and the wooden floor of the porch spattered white with his own come. He could feel Hakkai’s mouth against the back of his neck, warm and sucking gently, and the slight unsteadiness of Hakkai’s own breath from where Hakkai’s chest was pressed against his back.
Shifting carefully, Hakkai maneuvered them both so they were lying on the porch, Hakkai’s arm still wrapped around his waist, their bodies still sealed together. Gojyo closed his eyes again, and sighed, unbothered by the unforgiving wood under naked flesh. “Okay,” he grunted, when he felt his could speak again. “I forgive you.”
Hakkai lifted his mouth from where he seemed to have been determinedly endeavoring to give Gojyo a massive hickey and Gojyo turned slightly to look at Hakkai’s face. He couldn’t quite decipher Hakkai’s expression and had a fleeting, uncomfortable moment of wondering if he’d just said entirely the wrong thing, but a second later, Hakkai lips parted and he laughed in a way Gojyo couldn’t remember him ever laughing before. He didn’t sound annoyed or scary, or even genuinely amused. He sounded, Gojyo thought, almost relieved.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Gojyo muttered, and reached out to run his fingers over the vines that spiraled over Hakkai’s arm. “You’re not the one who’s going to be sore tomorrow.”
He was about to say something about how maybe they should go inside, since the hard wood floor was starting to hurt his back a little, but paused. Leaning back to give Hakkai a brief kiss, he pulled away just enough to say, “You’re going to train again tomorrow, right?”
Against his mouth, he felt Hakkai smile.
Stretching his legs out in front of him, Gojyo sat on the front porch and watched, transfixed. Somehow, Hakkai had gotten it into his head that he needed to practice controlling his youkai form. When Hakkai had announced this, Gojyo had nodded politely, not feeling that it was his place to comment on what Hakkai chose to do with or without his limiters. Privately, he reasoned it was probably a good idea, since the thought of Hakkai losing his limiters and tearing the town apart wasn’t very appealing. Still, Gojyo had remained slightly apprehensive. He knew what Hakkai was capable of without his limiters, and the idea of him parading around freely in that form was a little nerve-wracking.
But as he watched Hakkai, Gojyo realized that if he’d known what Hakkai’s ‘training’ had involved, he would have been much more enthusiastic. Hakkai crouched on the ground, shirt thrown aside, and gathered chi in his palm, aiming it at the pile of leaves Gojyo had raked earlier. Chi control was always interesting, and Gojyo was sure that the trick would be fairly impressive to anyone else. He, however, was rather focused on Hakkai’s ass, since he had a rather splendid view from his seat. Shifting, Gojyo adjusted himself subtly and privately decided that he very much liked this idea of training.
For Gojyo, it was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was about Hakkai’s youkai form that was so attractive. He knew that for most people, seeing a half-naked youkai crouched in a battle stance would inspire thoughts less along the lines of I’d like a piece of that and more along the lines of I hope he doesn’t take a piece out of me. Hakkai’s youkai form, though, was utterly delectable, though Gojyo couldn’t exactly say why.
It was probably the vines. They were aesthetically appealing on their own, a dark design against pale skin, but there was also a certain sense of mystery to them. They had looked almost black when Gojyo had seen them in the warehouse after Hakkai rescued him, but now in better lighting he saw that they were actually a very dark shade of green. Instead of looking like a tattoo, flush against the surface of the skin as Gojyo had imagined, they were almost raised, as if they could move on their own.
Trying to clear from his mind the myriad of perverse thoughts about what those vines might be able to do, Gojyo wondered if he should leave for a while. Perhaps he should go inside and take a cold shower. It wouldn’t be help much, but Hakkai might be happy to drag himself away from his training only to discover Gojyo salivating over him. With the threat of an angry Hakkai in mind, Gojyo really tried to persuade himself to get up, go inside, and not stare and drool like a diseased animal.
He failed spectacularly, and kept staring. The prospect of going inside seemed more reasonable, yes, but the view was so much nicer outside. Maybe he could pretend he was watching the leaves that were changing color, if Hakkai noticed his presence. He wondered if Hakkai would buy that. Probably not, he thought, particularly if he happened to look down and see the hard length that was pressing against the seam of Gojyo’s jeans.
Oh well, Gojyo thought. He’d just have to endure it. Even if Hakkai was less than thrilled to find Gojyo ogling him, it probably wouldn’t be that bad. Probably. Drawing himself away from the unpleasant thoughts of Hakkai’s anger, Gojyo returned to contemplate the vines.
They were sort of a tease, that was what they were. He could see the ones that wrapped around Hakkai’s arms and chest well enough, especially when he stretched, but then they vanished into the waistband of Hakkai pants, which were frustratingly still on. Gojyo found it deeply agonizing that he had no idea how low the vines went, whether they covered Hakkai’s legs and hips or, well, the rest of him.
Gojyo checked briefly to make sure he wasn’t actually drooling on his shirt. Satisfied that his lechery wasn’t blatantly obvious, he returned to his happy perusal of Hakkai’s body. He watched as Hakkai’s muscles twisted, rippling beneath his skin as he went through a slow kata. He rose out of his crouch slowly, and Gojyo nearly fell over trying to get a better view of Hakkai’s ass. He righted himself quickly, glad Hakkai’s attention was diverted away from him, and watched as Hakkai’s claws skimmed the dirt lightly before he stood up.
The hair was nice too, Gojyo thought. He liked Hakkai’s hair the way it usually was, but the extra length was very appealing. It hung around Hakkai’s face, drifting as if it had a mind of its own. A particular piece fell over Hakkai’s face, resting almost directly over a vine and brushing the edge of Hakkai’s collarbone. Gojyo wanted to reach out and tug it, and almost had to sit on his hands to restrain the impulse. The long pointed ears jutted out from Hakkai’s hair. Gojyo wanted to touch those, too.
He was somewhat surprised when Hakkai suddenly turned around and faced him. He closed his mouth, which he belatedly realized was hanging open, with a snap. Hakkai smiled at him, flashing sharp teeth, and dusted off his pants before going to collect his shirt where he’d left it. Gojyo was rather disappointed that Hakkai had remembered. He’d hoped he might just leave the shirt off. Maybe he could ditch the pants, too.
“Done?” he asked. He was pleased to find his voice was a relatively steady voice and didn’t obviously betray that the question he was really asking was not are you done training? but more along the line of can we have sex now, please?.
Hakkai only nodded, and Gojyo was happy when he didn’t replace his shirt immediately, folding it instead. He walked over to the porch and stopped in front of Gojyo, who was afforded with a lovely view of Hakkai’s sweaty torso, wrapped in vines and scars. Gojyo forced himself to look up at Hakkai’s face. Hakkai’s expression was unreadable, but clearly amused.
For the first time, Gojyo wondered if Hakkai knew what he was doing to Gojyo and wasn’t actually training so much as deliberately being a cocktease. If he was, Gojyo thought he might have to kill Hakkai, especially if he knew how good he looked right now and that Gojyo had been trying really hard not to make any sexual advances towards him because he didn’t know how Hakkai would feel about doing that in this body.
But there was only so much any man could take. Silently hoping that Hakkai wouldn’t take this the wrong way, Gojyo gave up attempting any verbal come-ons, since he suspected he wouldn’t be able to come up with anything better than oh god, can we please fuck now, please, please, please?. He reached out and put a hand on Hakkai’s hip, gripping the warm and sweaty skin, and glared up at him.
“Did you know?” he asked, feeling that he didn’t need to finish the sentence, since Hakkai probably did. Besides, outright asking did you know I’ve been salivating over you like a dog for the past hour? would rob him of the remaining shreds of dignity he had left.
Hakkai smiled again, slow as honey, and Gojyo got another glimpse of very white teeth. “Well,” he said in response, and looked like he might be smugly examining his nails if they weren’t currently claws that were several inches long.
Gojyo considered this, considered Hakkai’s body in front of him, and reached out and grasped Hakkai with both hands, tugging him closer. “You’re a bastard,” he told him frankly. Which, granted, was probably a fairly dangerous thing to say to Hakkai under any circumstances, but there were limits about what a man should reasonably do to another man. This was just cruel.
“Yes,” Hakkai agreed, still looking inordinately pleased with himself. Gojyo wanted to kick him, but wanted to touch him even more. He was thrilled when Hakkai leaned down so he was kneeling in front of Gojyo, legs straddling his thighs and hands on either side of Gojyo’s hips, and kissed him.
Reaching for the waistband of Hakkai’s pants, Gojyo kissed back as fervently as he could, determined to get Hakkai naked as quickly as possible. He spared a glance toward the edge of the backyard, suddenly very glad that Hakkai had insisted on building a fence last summer, since it now guaranteed a certain amount of privacy. Still, even if any nosy neighbors happened to be wandering by and peeked in, at least they’d have something interesting to see.
He managed to yank Hakkai’s pants open with a certain amount of effort, particularly since Hakkai was doing distracting things to his mouth with his tongue. It was also hard to focus when Hakkai was so close, warm with sweat and smelling like clean earth.
Steeling himself against distractions, Gojyo plunged a hand determinedly inside Hakkai’s pants and was pleased to discover that Hakkai was as hard as he was. He wrapped a hand around Hakkai’s length, delighted when Hakkai hissed in response and slid a clawed hand underneath his shirt. Gojyo felt dangerously sharp nails brush over his nipples and shuddered. Prying himself away from Hakkai’s mouth, he gasped, “Pants. Pants off.”
The smile that Hakkai gave him in response was sharp and alluring, almost wicked. Gojyo shut his eyes and wiggled out of his pants, yanking his shirt off and casting it into the corner of the porch. All thoughts of the inconveniences of having sex outside had left his mind. He didn’t particularly care if any passersby happened to peer over the fence or if he got splinters in his ass from the rough wood. He just wanted Hakkai to fuck him, right now.
Hakkai dropped his pants to his ankles and nudged them aside by the time Gojyo had managed to get himself naked, and practically pounced on him once their clothing had been sufficiently scattered. Gojyo lay back on the porch and wrapped a leg around Hakkai’s hips, grinding their erections together. “For fuck’s sake,” he said, and didn’t particularly care that his voice had devolved into a whine. Hurry up and put it it wasn’t exactly the most romantic entreaty Gojyo knew, but it seemed the most appropriate one for this particular moment. Gojyo silently cursed Hakkai’s sadistic sense of humor that chose the most unfortunate times to rear its ugly head.
“Turn over,” Hakkai whispered, licking Gojyo’s ear as his hair fell over Gojyo’s face. Gojyo complied almost before the words were out of Hakkai mouth, kneeling on the rough wood. He briefly regretted the lack of foreplay as he did so. It wasn’t that he wasn’t eager to hurry up and have Hakkai fuck him, but he would have like to take his time and explore the changes in Hakkai’s body, perhaps even discover the limits of those elusive vines. Next time, he promised himself, he wouldn’t watch Hakkai’s ‘training’ and get himself all worked up. And there would be a next time, he promised himself. It was only fair. Hakkai couldn’t tease him like this and get away with it. There would be repercussions, Gojyo told himself.
Hakkai’s thighs settled themselves behind his, and Gojyo could feel the muscles in them shifting as Hakkai wrapped and arm around Gojyo’s middle. Claws scraped Gojyo’s belly lightly and the blunt tip of Hakkai’s cock pressed itself against his opening. Gojyo groaned softly, dropping his head forward, and waiting as Hakkai’s hips rocked slowly forward, pushing in.
He groaned again, louder, when Hakkai slid in and waited, not moving. An impressive variety of swear words and curses lit through his mind, but all he said was, “Harder,” and swore under his breath when Hakkai licked a hot tongue against eh back of his neck before finally thrusting.
Gojyo couldn’t help but move with Hakkai’s thrusts, rocking back against him in a desperate attempt to feel him deeper inside. Hakkai’s arm squeezed his middle, hot and sweat-slicked and wrapped in frighteningly strong muscle, and his hair tickled the back of his neck. It was strange, to feel long hair other than his getting in the way, but he decided he liked it. He would have liked it better if he’d been able to reach back and wind his fingers in the long coarse strands. Next time, he promised himself, in what was fast becoming his new mantra.
The sensation of sharp teeth nipping at his shoulder hard enough to bruise made Gojyo jump, and then arch back with an audible gasp as Hakkai slammed deep inside of him. “Hakkai,” he groaned, and was gratified when he felt ragged breathing against his ear. It was nice to know he wasn’t the only one turning into a helpless puddle. He mumbled Hakkai’s name again, pushing back to meet his thrust, uncaring of the mark he was sure Hakkai was leaving on his skin with his teeth and claws. It was rather nice to know that he’d be able to look at them later and know where they came from. Hakkai drew back, shifted his hip, and sank forward into Gojyo’s body and this time the feeling of his hard length pressed against something that made Gojyo stop breathing altogether and shut his eyes, slumping forward slightly on his hands and knees.
When his insides stopped quivering and he could take a deep breath without feeling dizzy, Gojyo opened his eyes to see his knees and the wooden floor of the porch spattered white with his own come. He could feel Hakkai’s mouth against the back of his neck, warm and sucking gently, and the slight unsteadiness of Hakkai’s own breath from where Hakkai’s chest was pressed against his back.
Shifting carefully, Hakkai maneuvered them both so they were lying on the porch, Hakkai’s arm still wrapped around his waist, their bodies still sealed together. Gojyo closed his eyes again, and sighed, unbothered by the unforgiving wood under naked flesh. “Okay,” he grunted, when he felt his could speak again. “I forgive you.”
Hakkai lifted his mouth from where he seemed to have been determinedly endeavoring to give Gojyo a massive hickey and Gojyo turned slightly to look at Hakkai’s face. He couldn’t quite decipher Hakkai’s expression and had a fleeting, uncomfortable moment of wondering if he’d just said entirely the wrong thing, but a second later, Hakkai lips parted and he laughed in a way Gojyo couldn’t remember him ever laughing before. He didn’t sound annoyed or scary, or even genuinely amused. He sounded, Gojyo thought, almost relieved.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Gojyo muttered, and reached out to run his fingers over the vines that spiraled over Hakkai’s arm. “You’re not the one who’s going to be sore tomorrow.”
He was about to say something about how maybe they should go inside, since the hard wood floor was starting to hurt his back a little, but paused. Leaning back to give Hakkai a brief kiss, he pulled away just enough to say, “You’re going to train again tomorrow, right?”
Against his mouth, he felt Hakkai smile.
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Date: 2006-12-31 01:33 am (UTC)Holy....yum!
vine covered!Hakkai is the definition of sexy, me thinks. Good Lord.
*wibbles* That was wonderful. I have to go read it again now.
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