[Fic] Passing Storms | Saiyuki, 85. NC-17
Title: Passing Storms
Author: Muzy [muzivitch
Series: Saiyuki
Pairing: 85
Rating: NC17
Notes: Takes place after Hakkai and Gojyo's Burial arc, with mild spoilers for the same.
Maybe Hakkai was always like this after a fight, Gojyo thought, staring up at Hakkai through slitted eyes; maybe it made him a little rougher, a little harder, a little more desperate. Hakkai's usually gentle hands were grasping at him hard enough to bruise, his kisses had left marks that would still be there in the morning, and the sex itself...well, pain and pleasure were close with Hakkai, but not this close. Now they were nearly indistinguishable.
It was the fight, Gojyo thought, and what he'd had to do during it. He had to rip his mask straight off, and it wasn't completely back in place yet.
Gojyo gritted his teeth, his breath coming out in a hiss as Hakkai held his hips, tilted them up, and pushed rough fingers inside. He didn't speak, neither of them did, and he let his head fall back against the pillows as Hakkai stretched him. He shuddered as Hakkai pulled his fingers free and replaced them with his cock, and Gojyo winced as he felt it push inside, his eyes squeezing shut against the pain. He reached up and gripped Hakkai's shoulders, digging in with nails as he tugged him downwards and took his mouth in a demanding kiss. He let one of his hands slide up, gripping Hakkai's short slippery hair, yanking on it as Hakkai started to thrust. The initial pain had faded quickly - it always did - and now it was pleasure that was burning through him. Gojyo hooked a leg around Hakkai's back, hauling him even closer as his hips lifted in time to Hakkai's strokes. It wouldn't be long for him now, he thought, releasing Hakkai's mouth with a low growl, but he'd be damned if he was going to get off alone.
Gojyo tightened his muscles around Hakkai, pushed up his hips in a deliberate, practiced movement, and he could see the moment it worked, when Hakkai started to let loose his control. Gojyo licked his lips as Hakkai's green eyes darkened until they were nearly black, a flush spread across his cheeks. The last vestiges of his civilized mask melted away, and Hakkai grabbed Gojyo in a punishing grip - there'd be bruises there for sure in the morning - and thrust again, harder and faster and more erratic. He pushed them both until the world first narrowed to just the two of them, muscles slick with sweat, grappling together on the narrow bed, and then he pushed them further, until everything exploded around them and they collapsed together on the tangle of sheets, their breaths harsh in each others ears. Gojyo let his eyes fall shut.
When he opened them, Hakkai was leaning over him, his eyes narrow, his muscles tense again. "Again," he said, and Gojyo smirked.
"Again," he agreed.
*
The night was quiet, Gojyo thought later, after their breaths had calmed and their heartbeats had calmed. His lips quirked as he lit a cigarette and blew out a long stream of smoke. All the storms that had raged that night had been the violent, fleeting kind.
"You shouldn't smoke in bed," Hakkai murmured next to him. "You could set it on fire."
Gojyo slid his eyes over to meet Hakkai's in the darkness. He was pretty sure Hakkai'd already done that tonight, he thought, but he didn't say it. "I thought you were asleep," he said instead before taking another drag from his cigarette.
"No," Hakkai said. "Not yet." He sat up in bed, pushing his dark hair back from his eyes and turning to look down at Gojyo, his eyes sliding over the wounds he'd wrapped up himself before he'd let his control slip again, and at Gojyo's expression, just a little too tight. "You're still hurting," he said flatly, his expression tightening in a way that completely gave away what he was thinking - to Gojyo, at least. And he was damned if he was going to let Hakkai blame himself for something that was entirely his own fault.
"No," Gojyo said, and then stopped at a look from Hakkai. "Well, fine. Yeah. But I'll be fine."
"I'll take you to the doctor in the morning," Hakkai said. "I should have made you go tonight."
It hadn't been on either of their minds afterwards, Gojyo thought, but he just shrugged and smiled, grinding his cigarette out and laying back against the pillow again. "Fine," he said. "If you insist."
"I do," Hakkai said.
"Yeah," Gojyo said as he closed his eyes. "I kind of figured you did."
Hakkai didn't follow suit, instead turning to stare out the room's single window. Gojyo was nearly asleep when he spoke again. "The storm's passed," he said. "The moon is coming out again."
Gojyo's eyes opened, and he turned to look. "Yeah," he said. "Storms don't last long this time of year."
"I know," Hakkai murmured. "But they still manage to do plenty of damage anyway, don't you think?"
Gojyo turned to look at Hakkai, watching him for a long moment until Hakkai's eyes flicked down to meet his. "Yeah, they do," he finally said. "But it's fine. We can survive it."
Hakkai was silent, and then his lips curved. "Yes," he said. "That's true." He laid back against the sheets, and they both closed their eyes.
And finally, they slept.
Author: Muzy [muzivitch
Series: Saiyuki
Pairing: 85
Rating: NC17
Notes: Takes place after Hakkai and Gojyo's Burial arc, with mild spoilers for the same.
Maybe Hakkai was always like this after a fight, Gojyo thought, staring up at Hakkai through slitted eyes; maybe it made him a little rougher, a little harder, a little more desperate. Hakkai's usually gentle hands were grasping at him hard enough to bruise, his kisses had left marks that would still be there in the morning, and the sex itself...well, pain and pleasure were close with Hakkai, but not this close. Now they were nearly indistinguishable.
It was the fight, Gojyo thought, and what he'd had to do during it. He had to rip his mask straight off, and it wasn't completely back in place yet.
Gojyo gritted his teeth, his breath coming out in a hiss as Hakkai held his hips, tilted them up, and pushed rough fingers inside. He didn't speak, neither of them did, and he let his head fall back against the pillows as Hakkai stretched him. He shuddered as Hakkai pulled his fingers free and replaced them with his cock, and Gojyo winced as he felt it push inside, his eyes squeezing shut against the pain. He reached up and gripped Hakkai's shoulders, digging in with nails as he tugged him downwards and took his mouth in a demanding kiss. He let one of his hands slide up, gripping Hakkai's short slippery hair, yanking on it as Hakkai started to thrust. The initial pain had faded quickly - it always did - and now it was pleasure that was burning through him. Gojyo hooked a leg around Hakkai's back, hauling him even closer as his hips lifted in time to Hakkai's strokes. It wouldn't be long for him now, he thought, releasing Hakkai's mouth with a low growl, but he'd be damned if he was going to get off alone.
Gojyo tightened his muscles around Hakkai, pushed up his hips in a deliberate, practiced movement, and he could see the moment it worked, when Hakkai started to let loose his control. Gojyo licked his lips as Hakkai's green eyes darkened until they were nearly black, a flush spread across his cheeks. The last vestiges of his civilized mask melted away, and Hakkai grabbed Gojyo in a punishing grip - there'd be bruises there for sure in the morning - and thrust again, harder and faster and more erratic. He pushed them both until the world first narrowed to just the two of them, muscles slick with sweat, grappling together on the narrow bed, and then he pushed them further, until everything exploded around them and they collapsed together on the tangle of sheets, their breaths harsh in each others ears. Gojyo let his eyes fall shut.
When he opened them, Hakkai was leaning over him, his eyes narrow, his muscles tense again. "Again," he said, and Gojyo smirked.
"Again," he agreed.
*
The night was quiet, Gojyo thought later, after their breaths had calmed and their heartbeats had calmed. His lips quirked as he lit a cigarette and blew out a long stream of smoke. All the storms that had raged that night had been the violent, fleeting kind.
"You shouldn't smoke in bed," Hakkai murmured next to him. "You could set it on fire."
Gojyo slid his eyes over to meet Hakkai's in the darkness. He was pretty sure Hakkai'd already done that tonight, he thought, but he didn't say it. "I thought you were asleep," he said instead before taking another drag from his cigarette.
"No," Hakkai said. "Not yet." He sat up in bed, pushing his dark hair back from his eyes and turning to look down at Gojyo, his eyes sliding over the wounds he'd wrapped up himself before he'd let his control slip again, and at Gojyo's expression, just a little too tight. "You're still hurting," he said flatly, his expression tightening in a way that completely gave away what he was thinking - to Gojyo, at least. And he was damned if he was going to let Hakkai blame himself for something that was entirely his own fault.
"No," Gojyo said, and then stopped at a look from Hakkai. "Well, fine. Yeah. But I'll be fine."
"I'll take you to the doctor in the morning," Hakkai said. "I should have made you go tonight."
It hadn't been on either of their minds afterwards, Gojyo thought, but he just shrugged and smiled, grinding his cigarette out and laying back against the pillow again. "Fine," he said. "If you insist."
"I do," Hakkai said.
"Yeah," Gojyo said as he closed his eyes. "I kind of figured you did."
Hakkai didn't follow suit, instead turning to stare out the room's single window. Gojyo was nearly asleep when he spoke again. "The storm's passed," he said. "The moon is coming out again."
Gojyo's eyes opened, and he turned to look. "Yeah," he said. "Storms don't last long this time of year."
"I know," Hakkai murmured. "But they still manage to do plenty of damage anyway, don't you think?"
Gojyo turned to look at Hakkai, watching him for a long moment until Hakkai's eyes flicked down to meet his. "Yeah, they do," he finally said. "But it's fine. We can survive it."
Hakkai was silent, and then his lips curved. "Yes," he said. "That's true." He laid back against the sheets, and they both closed their eyes.
And finally, they slept.