Oh, noes. SAIYUKI PRAWN. In a Canadian Shack.
For white_cross_b, who is righteous. Gojyo and Hakkai revisit blanket fic! And this time, I actually got Hakkai to top. WOO! Maybe I'll redo the Anony Kink Meme one, make it happen in a Canadian Shack, and post it here sometime. But for now, this one'll do all by itself, eh?
Title: With a Bit of a Mind Flip (A thousand thank-yous to orlisbunny for coming up with the title because I HAD NOTHING. She = FULL OF WIN. In capslock, no less.)
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Word Count: Around 3,375
Rating: 18+
Sweet Beta: orlisbunny, who is made of awesome!
Notes: Not mine, not making a profit, do not have chocolate milk. Sadness aboundeth.
“Fuck, Hakkai.”
“Gojyo…”
“I mean, fuck, Hakkai!”
“Yes, Gojyo, I-“
“How the fuck did this happen? Where the hell are we? And how in the blue fuck are we going to get back?”
Hakkai sighed. “Gojyo, I don’t really know.” He stopped, and the crunch of snow underfoot stopped with him. “What do you remember?”
“I remember us walking into the room after dinner, and then some stupid high-pitched youkai cackle, and that same stupid voice yelling, ‘Let’s do the time warp!’ And then a flash of light.”
“Yes, I remember that, too.”
“And then I jumped to the left, and you stepped to the right, and…”
“And then we were here.” Hakkai gestured vaguely around at the vast expanse of white.
Gojyo glared at the snow, his hands on his hips. He looked affronted and disgusted, all at the same time. “It’s cold, Hakkai.”
“Ah, sorry, Gojyo! How thoughtless of me.” Hakkai rested a hand on Gojyo’s shoulder, and Gojyo was immediately enveloped by warmth. He relaxed into the heat and Hakkai’s touch.
“How long can you keep that up?”
“Hm? Oh.” Hakkai had been looking around, surveying the unbroken expanse of white ground and gray sky. “An hour or two, as long as it doesn’t get much colder or the wind doesn’t kick up.”
“So we’d better find somewhere to take shelter so we can figure this out.”
”That would be the best thing, yes.”
“Fuck, Hakkai.” He kicked at the snow angrily.
“Yes, Gojyo. So you’ve already said.”
They started walking again.
Sometime much later, they stumbled into a dark, dirty little one-room cabin. Or rather, Hakkai stumbled. Gojyo wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him upright. “Damn it, Hakkai! I told you…”
Hakkai gave a tired little laugh. “Well, we’ve found shelter. If we could just get a fire going, I should sleep. I only need a few hours…” He sagged in Gojyo’s grip. Gojyo shook him gently.
“Hey, Hakkai! Come on, man. It’s cold, our clothes are wet with snowmelt, and you’ve got to stay awake for a minute. Okay?” He shook Hakkai again.
“Ow. Gojyo, please. Could you not shake me? My head…” He was squinting in that way he did when he was in a lot more pain than he was letting on. It had to be pretty bad if Hakkai was admitting to it. Gojyo sighed internally and walked him a few more steps. He released Hakkai gently, letting him sink to his knees. He just folded in on himself there, breathing hard. Gojyo leaned down and put his hand on his head, gently tilting it back to look Hakkai in the eye.
“Hakkai, can you handle getting a fire started? I’m going to poke around and see what I can find.” He fished the lighter out of his pocket and placed it in Hakkai’s hand, wrapping the other’s fingers around it.
”Yes.” Hakkai shut his eyes briefly, and then he opened them again. Gojyo was still looking at him, his brow furrowed in concern.
“’Kai?”
“Yes, Gojyo. You’ll just…have to help me up, I think.”
Gojyo pulled Hakkai up and walked him the few steps to the fireplace. He let go and Hakkai crumpled in on himself again, landing softly on the floor. A puff of dust lifted as his knees hit, and then it settled around him. Gojyo nuged him with a toe. “Hakkai…”
Hakkai tilted his head back and looked at Gojyo through eyes slitted with a lot of fatigue and a little pain. “I’m going to need something to use as tinder, Gojyo.”
“Tinder. Right.” Gojyo turned away and started poking around, disturbing piles of god-only-knew-what in the corners. He returned fairly quickly with some yellowed brochures. Hakkai glanced down at them and lifted one between a thumb and forefinger.
WELCOME TO BEAUTIFUL CANADA, proclaimed a banner across the top of one. THE GREAT WHITE NORTH: CANADA, A WINTER WONDERLAND, insisted another. CANADA!!! shouted a third in large, red letters.
“I guess we’re in Canada, wherever that is,” Gojyo said helpfully, reading over Hakkai’s shoulder.
“So it would seem,” Hakkai sighed. He shoved several of the brochures under the dusty logs in the fireplace - it seemed to take him a long time - and stared at them for a moment. His gaze landed on a long, narrow poker shoved off to the side, and he lifted it unsteadily, leaning forward and jabbing weakly up the chimney. “Hm. Flue seems clear. Ah, well. If it isn’t, we’ll know soon enough,” he said to himself. He made a couple of abortive attempts to flick the lighter, and then Gojyo was there, prying it out of his hand.
“Geez, Hakkai. You’ve let yourself get tired to the point of uselessness.” Gojyo flicked expertly, a flame appearing. He bent forward and held it to the corner of one of the brochures. The fire licked greedily at the dry paper, and the flames began to spread. “Don’t think I don’t appreciate it or anything,” he said quickly, grinning down at Hakkai’s now-glaring face, “because we’d have frozen to death or something by now if you hadn’t, but… You could’ve held back a little, you know?” Hakkai just kept glaring, and then he shivered slightly as the heat from the growing fire washed over him, like he only now remembered that it was very cold and that he had gone beyond thoroughly exhausting himself. His eyes slid closed, and he slumped to the side.
“I’m sorry, Gojyo, but I think I’d like to sleep now,” he whispered. Gojyo frowned.
“Yeah. Just a minute, okay?” Gojyo walked a few paces away and flapped something that snapped and raised a storm of dirt in the air. He walked back and dropped a large, very dusty blanket next to Hakkai. “Let’s get out of these wet things, all right? We’re going to have to share, but I doubt you’ll mind much.” Hakkai didn’t say anything. He just flopped bonelessly the rest of the way to the floor and let Gojyo strip him to his briefs. Gojyo tucked one end of the blanket under him and spread the rest over him before he peeled off his own chill, damp clothes and laid them out to dry. It wasn’t the best arrangement, but it’d have to do. He was more worried about Hakkai staying warm and dry than about their clothes drying quickly, anyway. Gojyo pushed and shoved gently, rearranging Hakkai and the blanket beneath him, and then he slid against Hakkai’s back, making sure that the other was between himself and the fire. If he caught a cold out here… Well. They’d be screwed, wouldn’t they?
He pulled Hakkai against him. He was tired. Not as tired as Hakkai, obviously, but it’d been a long day. And then a long walk in the snow, even if Hakkai’d kept them both warm with his chi. Hakkai. Gojyo snorted and tugged the rest of the blanket over them both. That idiot. Always overdoing it, never complaining. It was like he had a martyr complex or something, except he did it because he genuinely cared about everyone except for himself… Gojyo’s eyes closed. He guessed that was okay, because he cared. Hakkai was his best friend, and even if Hakkai didn’t let Gojyo look out for him as much as he looked out for Gojyo, sometimes he could take care of him anyway, when Hakkai couldn’t do anything about it. Like right now…
Hakkai’s breathing was slow and soft and even, and before too long, Gojyo’s matched it as he followed him into sleep.
************
She was so hot. She had legs up to here, a narrow waist, shining hair that tickled the back of Gojyo’s hand where it rested on her neck, and a breathy sigh that went straight to his dick. He couldn’t remember where he’d picked her up or her name, but it didn’t matter. He could ask later. Right now, his lips were busy. And so were hers. Their tongues tangled in a hot, wet dance. Fuck, could she kiss.
Her mouth tasted spicy and sweet, like the sake and ginger he and Sanzo and Hakkai had had for dinner. Like…sake and ginger? Gojyo’s eyes flew open. He was face-to-face (and tongue-to-tongue) with Hakkai. He was kissing Hakkai. His heart pounded, and his cock twitched. What the fuck? No, no, no! Down, boy! he told it. It twitched again. Hakkai was humping his leg, and Gojyo was…shit!... humping him back. And? They were still kissing. He jerked his head away.
Hakkai made a sleepy, breathy little noise of loss and followed, nibbling gently at Gojyo’s bottom lip. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! “Ha-hakkai…” he whispered, pulling away from Hakkai’s mouth again. Hakkai started nuzzling Gojyo’s neck since Gojyo’s mouth was now denied him.
“…mmmhgojyonnh…” he murmured against Gojyo’s throat. Gojyo froze, his heart stuttering in his chest. Hakkai’s long, hard cock pressed against Gojyo’s hip as Hakkai rocked against him.
“…Gojyo…” He wasn’t awake, but he was hard and humping Gojyo’s leg. And saying Gojyo’s name.
“Gojyo…” No, he was moaning Gojyo’s name.
Hakkai’s erection pressed against Gojyo’s, the two layers of cloth between them doing nothing to mitigate its heat or its hardness. Gojyo swallowed a groan as Hakkai rocked his hips again and ground their erections against each other. “Gojyo…” Hakkai’s mouth was back against his, tongue stroking and thrusting in time with the long, slow slide of his cock against Gojyo’s. Gojyo fought with himself briefly. He shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t be… Aw, fuck it. Gojyo gave up and kissed back fiercely. He ran his hand down Hakkai’s back and pulled him closer, cupping his ass and nudging his leg between Hakkai’s. Hakkai bit his lip, and Gojyo gasped. He wanted this. He wanted Hakkai. His hand tugged at Hakkai’s underwear, but he stopped when Hakkai jerked back. Wide green eyes met half-closed red ones.
“Gojyo?” Hakkai’s cheeks were pink, and his voice was high, breathless. His hands pushed at Gojyo’s shoulders, like he was trying to get away.
“Hakkai. Stay.” Gojyo held onto him, his grip firm but not forceful. Hakkai looked stricken, his eyes darting away. He looked down, and his hands trembled against Gojyo’s chest.
“Gojyo…I…”
“Hakkai.” He gave him a little shake, made him look up. “I want this.” Gojyo pulled him closer so that head of his erection pressed against Hakkai’s belly. “Okay? I want this.” He licked his lips and bent his head forward until he was breathing against Hakkai’s cheek. “I want you,” he whispered. He tugged at Hakkai’s briefs again and thrust his tongue into Hakkai’s mouth. Hakkai gave a little moan and sucked Gojyo’s tongue deeper. His hands clutched at Gojyo like he was trying to crawl inside him.
They kissed and ground against each other for a while, growing more flushed, more heated, more frantic in their movements. Somewhere along the way, they’d both lost their underwear, and the delicious friction of their cocks rubbing together and against each other’s hard, flat bellies was too good, almost too much. Hakkai gasped and pushed up, leaning over Gojyo. He’d managed to get the taller man on his back, and now he straddled Gojyo’s hips. Gojyo reached up and tried to tug him back down, but Hakkai smiled at him. Gojyo thought he’d seen all of Hakkai’s smiles, but he’d never seen this one before. It was predatory. Dangerous. Sexual. Sexy. It made Gojyo’s cock jump again, and his breath caught.
“Hakkai?” The smile widened, and Hakkai leaned down for another kiss. He pulled away all too quickly, Gojyo thought. And then he changed his mind. He felt Hakkai’s lips and teeth and tongue on his throat. On his collarbone, down his chest. Sliding over his ribs, along the sensitive flesh over his navel, ohgod the sensitive flesh below his navel, ohgodohgod over his hipbone and into the little hollow there, moving closer…closer to…closer to…
“Oh god!” Soft, wet heat swirled over the throbbing head of his cock and surrounded it. Gojyo groaned as the fire traveled from Hakkai’s tongue to spread everywhere through him, stealing his breath and making him pant. Hakkai’s mouth was hot and wet, and his hands were stroking Gojyo, smoothing his skin, soothing it. Long fingers slid over his balls and tugged gently, and Gojyo’s hips flexed upward. Hakkai took him in, swallowing him down until everything was consumed by the heat of his mouth. Gojyo was making sounds deep in his throat, but he couldn’t hear them; he could only feel the vibrations in his chest as he gasped. Hakkai’s hands continued to stroke him, continued to soothe, urging his thighs apart. Gojyo let him, let his legs fall open and his knees bend.
And then Hakkai’s tongue was stroking Gojyo’s balls, his fingers wrapping around Gojyo’s cock and sliding up and down. Gojyo thrust into his hand. Fuck, that was so good, Hakkai was so good, so good… Hakkai’s tongue stroked lower, across the skin below Gojyo’s sac. His hands were gripping under Gojyo’s knees now, lifting him slightly. The tongue stroked lower still, hot and wet over the sensitive pucker of Gojyo’s hole. Gojyo stopped breathing. “Hakkai,” he moaned. “Hakkai, please.” The tongue swirled around and over, pushed inside a little. “Haah!” Gojyo’s breath came out like sobs.
“I want you, Gojyo.” Hakkai’s voice was rough and unsteady. “Gojyo, I-” Wet heat, pushing inside him.
“Yeah, okay, whatever you want, Hakkai. Hakkai!” The tongue traveled back up the path it had followed down, and Gojyo’s eyes screwed shut as it traced and skated its slow, torturous way back up to his mouth. He could feel Hakkai leaning over him, heard him fumble through the pockets of the trousers laid out near Gojyo’s head. “What-?”
“Oil. I use it to flavor ramen sometimes. But… It’ll… It’s… To make it easier. Gojyo, are you-”
“Yeah. Yeah. Hakkai, yes, whatever you want, I want it…” He reached up and pulled Hakkai down and kissed him, hard. Felt Hakkai shaking with want, with need. Gojyo turned away to breathe in Hakkai’s ear. “I want this, Hakkai.” Hakkai made a soft noise and kissed him again, biting Gojyo’s lip and tugging with his teeth. Gojyo raised his hips and rubbed his cock against him. “Hakkai…” Now Hakkai’s mouth was on his neck, sucking and biting. Marking him. Gojyo groaned and then he hissed as he felt a cool, slick fingertip slide between the cheeks of his ass. “Yeah…”
Hakkai pressed into him slowly, licking and nibbling at his neck as he moved his finger gently, pressing in and sliding back, then pressing in a little farther. The movements were tiny, but the sensations they created were enormous - overwhelming. They rolled through him, and when Hakkai added a second finger, Gojyo’s breath hitched and he groaned. Hakkai stilled and, gasping, Gojyo hurried to reassure him. “No, it’s okay, it’s good,” he panted. “It’s just…it’s good.” He felt the fingers withdraw. “Hakkai? It’s okay, I want you to…aaah!” The fingers returned, more slick than before. They slid deeper, spreading apart and pressing so far inside that Gojyo almost felt that they-
He cried out, nearly writhing on Hakkai’s hand as fingertips touched something that sent an almost-electric, all-consuming jolt of pleasure through him. “Hakkai,” Gojyo begged.
Hands were on his hips, pulling him. Lips were on his, kissing him, moving as Hakkai murmured something into his mouth. Something hard and hot and throbbing was pushing into him, slowly stretching him and invading him. Gojyo felt himself clench down around it and swallowed the sound of pain at the back of his throat. A shaking hand brushed his cheek, and Gojyo looked up into Hakkai’s face: flushed, intense, possessive. His mouth and eyes were half-open, and when Gojyo reached up to touch him, Hakkai turned into his palm and kissed it. Gojyo began to relax, just a little. It was enough. He felt Hakkai’s weight shift, the hand on his cheek going to the ground to act as a brace as slick fingers wrapped around his cock, which had begun to soften. At Hakkai’s gentle but sure touch, it swelled again. Pleasure grew, and Gojyo’s hips moved on their own, seeking friction. When they rolled down, Hakkai pressed into him deeper. Gojyo moved his hips, again - again - and yet again, thrusting into Hakkai’s hand. Each time they came down, Hakkai slid farther inside, until he stretched and filled Gojyo completely.
“Oh,” Hakkai breathed. “Oh.”
“Hakkai…” Gojyo began, thickly. But Hakkai’s name quickly turned into a moan as he began to move inside Gojyo, to move slow and deep. Gojyo brought his legs up to wrap around Hakkai’s waist, and Hakkai collapsed to his elbow. His other hand continued to move on Gojyo’s erection, sliding up and down even as his cock thrust in…and in…and in. Gojyo tried to pull Hakkai even deeper, whimpering when Hakkai finally hit the spot that made him feel like he was flying apart. Hakkai thrust against it again, and Gojyo shattered, shouting and spurting. In the haze of his pleasure, he could feel Hakkai moving over him, moving against him, moving inside him. And then he was still, only his hips jerking forward and his cock pulsing - pulsing inside Gojyo. Hakkai let out a low cry that might have been Gojyo’s name or just a strangled, incoherent groan, but Gojyo wasn’t sure. He didn’t care. He pulled Hakkai down against his chest and wrapped his arms around him, holding him as he trembled from his release.
After a few minutes, Hakkai lifted his head and kissed Gojyo tentatively. Gojyo kissed him back, far less tentatively, and closed his eyes. He was tired and sore, and he’d just had mind-blowing sex with his best friend. In a Canadian shack, whatever that was. He’d think about that later. And he still didn’t know how they were going to get out of here, or if they even could…
Hakkai stood quietly, trying not to disturb the sleeping Gojyo. He tidied himself and Gojyo as best he could without waking the other before slipping back into the blanket and curling up against him. He brushed silken red hair back from Gojyo’s cheek, kissing him softly. Gojyo sighed and shifted a little closer, draping his hand over Hakkai’s hip. Ahh. Hakkai smiled. He’d worry about where they were and how they were going to get back to Goku and Sanzo and Jeep when he woke up. Right now, he was warm and sleepy and happy. Yes. Warm, and sleepy…and happy… he thought. His eyes closed, and he slept without dreams, his arms curled possessively around the warm body snug against his.
“Hey, Hakkai, Gojyo! Are you back yet?” Goku’s voice grew louder and louder as he approached the door and swung it open. “You missed it; there was a crazy youkai here last night! He was in your room, but you were gone, and Sanzo and I chased him until this morning when Sanzo finally shot…Oh, hey, guys. Hey, sorry!” Goku’s eyes were wide, and he stepped back, out into the hall.
Gojyo peeled an eye open. He was lying on the floor of their room, partially wrapped in a dusty old blanket. And Hakkai.
A naked Hakkai.
And nothing else.
Gojyo grimaced reflexively. Hakkai smiled back nervously.
“Ah, Goku? Could you give us a minute?” The smile, now colored with apology, turned Goku’s way.
“Yeah. Okay, Hakkai.” Goku tripped over his own feet in his rush to get the door closed, and they heard footsteps running down the hall. But not before a muttered “pervy-ass kappa” floated under the gap beneath the door.
“Gojyo?”
“Yeah?”
“Gojyo, I…” The nervous smile faltered.
Gojyo steeled himself, licking his lips. He was prepared to argue and wheedle and plead until he made Hakkai understand. “It’s fine, Hakkai. It’s more than fine. I’m not sorry, not one bit.”
“N-no?” Hakkai blinked.
“No.”
Hakkai blinked again, and the smile returned - a different smile. Gojyo had only seen this smile once before - last night, to be exact. It was the predatory one - the dangerous, sexual, sexy smile. “Oh, good,” Hakkai breathed. “Neither am I.” His hands shifted under the blanket, and Gojyo went a little cross-eyed.
“Fuck, Hakkai!” he squeaked.
Hakkai laughed. “Yes, Gojyo. That’s the idea.”
Title: With a Bit of a Mind Flip (A thousand thank-yous to orlisbunny for coming up with the title because I HAD NOTHING. She = FULL OF WIN. In capslock, no less.)
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Word Count: Around 3,375
Rating: 18+
Sweet Beta: orlisbunny, who is made of awesome!
Notes: Not mine, not making a profit, do not have chocolate milk. Sadness aboundeth.
“Fuck, Hakkai.”
“Gojyo…”
“I mean, fuck, Hakkai!”
“Yes, Gojyo, I-“
“How the fuck did this happen? Where the hell are we? And how in the blue fuck are we going to get back?”
Hakkai sighed. “Gojyo, I don’t really know.” He stopped, and the crunch of snow underfoot stopped with him. “What do you remember?”
“I remember us walking into the room after dinner, and then some stupid high-pitched youkai cackle, and that same stupid voice yelling, ‘Let’s do the time warp!’ And then a flash of light.”
“Yes, I remember that, too.”
“And then I jumped to the left, and you stepped to the right, and…”
“And then we were here.” Hakkai gestured vaguely around at the vast expanse of white.
Gojyo glared at the snow, his hands on his hips. He looked affronted and disgusted, all at the same time. “It’s cold, Hakkai.”
“Ah, sorry, Gojyo! How thoughtless of me.” Hakkai rested a hand on Gojyo’s shoulder, and Gojyo was immediately enveloped by warmth. He relaxed into the heat and Hakkai’s touch.
“How long can you keep that up?”
“Hm? Oh.” Hakkai had been looking around, surveying the unbroken expanse of white ground and gray sky. “An hour or two, as long as it doesn’t get much colder or the wind doesn’t kick up.”
“So we’d better find somewhere to take shelter so we can figure this out.”
”That would be the best thing, yes.”
“Fuck, Hakkai.” He kicked at the snow angrily.
“Yes, Gojyo. So you’ve already said.”
They started walking again.
Sometime much later, they stumbled into a dark, dirty little one-room cabin. Or rather, Hakkai stumbled. Gojyo wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him upright. “Damn it, Hakkai! I told you…”
Hakkai gave a tired little laugh. “Well, we’ve found shelter. If we could just get a fire going, I should sleep. I only need a few hours…” He sagged in Gojyo’s grip. Gojyo shook him gently.
“Hey, Hakkai! Come on, man. It’s cold, our clothes are wet with snowmelt, and you’ve got to stay awake for a minute. Okay?” He shook Hakkai again.
“Ow. Gojyo, please. Could you not shake me? My head…” He was squinting in that way he did when he was in a lot more pain than he was letting on. It had to be pretty bad if Hakkai was admitting to it. Gojyo sighed internally and walked him a few more steps. He released Hakkai gently, letting him sink to his knees. He just folded in on himself there, breathing hard. Gojyo leaned down and put his hand on his head, gently tilting it back to look Hakkai in the eye.
“Hakkai, can you handle getting a fire started? I’m going to poke around and see what I can find.” He fished the lighter out of his pocket and placed it in Hakkai’s hand, wrapping the other’s fingers around it.
”Yes.” Hakkai shut his eyes briefly, and then he opened them again. Gojyo was still looking at him, his brow furrowed in concern.
“’Kai?”
“Yes, Gojyo. You’ll just…have to help me up, I think.”
Gojyo pulled Hakkai up and walked him the few steps to the fireplace. He let go and Hakkai crumpled in on himself again, landing softly on the floor. A puff of dust lifted as his knees hit, and then it settled around him. Gojyo nuged him with a toe. “Hakkai…”
Hakkai tilted his head back and looked at Gojyo through eyes slitted with a lot of fatigue and a little pain. “I’m going to need something to use as tinder, Gojyo.”
“Tinder. Right.” Gojyo turned away and started poking around, disturbing piles of god-only-knew-what in the corners. He returned fairly quickly with some yellowed brochures. Hakkai glanced down at them and lifted one between a thumb and forefinger.
WELCOME TO BEAUTIFUL CANADA, proclaimed a banner across the top of one. THE GREAT WHITE NORTH: CANADA, A WINTER WONDERLAND, insisted another. CANADA!!! shouted a third in large, red letters.
“I guess we’re in Canada, wherever that is,” Gojyo said helpfully, reading over Hakkai’s shoulder.
“So it would seem,” Hakkai sighed. He shoved several of the brochures under the dusty logs in the fireplace - it seemed to take him a long time - and stared at them for a moment. His gaze landed on a long, narrow poker shoved off to the side, and he lifted it unsteadily, leaning forward and jabbing weakly up the chimney. “Hm. Flue seems clear. Ah, well. If it isn’t, we’ll know soon enough,” he said to himself. He made a couple of abortive attempts to flick the lighter, and then Gojyo was there, prying it out of his hand.
“Geez, Hakkai. You’ve let yourself get tired to the point of uselessness.” Gojyo flicked expertly, a flame appearing. He bent forward and held it to the corner of one of the brochures. The fire licked greedily at the dry paper, and the flames began to spread. “Don’t think I don’t appreciate it or anything,” he said quickly, grinning down at Hakkai’s now-glaring face, “because we’d have frozen to death or something by now if you hadn’t, but… You could’ve held back a little, you know?” Hakkai just kept glaring, and then he shivered slightly as the heat from the growing fire washed over him, like he only now remembered that it was very cold and that he had gone beyond thoroughly exhausting himself. His eyes slid closed, and he slumped to the side.
“I’m sorry, Gojyo, but I think I’d like to sleep now,” he whispered. Gojyo frowned.
“Yeah. Just a minute, okay?” Gojyo walked a few paces away and flapped something that snapped and raised a storm of dirt in the air. He walked back and dropped a large, very dusty blanket next to Hakkai. “Let’s get out of these wet things, all right? We’re going to have to share, but I doubt you’ll mind much.” Hakkai didn’t say anything. He just flopped bonelessly the rest of the way to the floor and let Gojyo strip him to his briefs. Gojyo tucked one end of the blanket under him and spread the rest over him before he peeled off his own chill, damp clothes and laid them out to dry. It wasn’t the best arrangement, but it’d have to do. He was more worried about Hakkai staying warm and dry than about their clothes drying quickly, anyway. Gojyo pushed and shoved gently, rearranging Hakkai and the blanket beneath him, and then he slid against Hakkai’s back, making sure that the other was between himself and the fire. If he caught a cold out here… Well. They’d be screwed, wouldn’t they?
He pulled Hakkai against him. He was tired. Not as tired as Hakkai, obviously, but it’d been a long day. And then a long walk in the snow, even if Hakkai’d kept them both warm with his chi. Hakkai. Gojyo snorted and tugged the rest of the blanket over them both. That idiot. Always overdoing it, never complaining. It was like he had a martyr complex or something, except he did it because he genuinely cared about everyone except for himself… Gojyo’s eyes closed. He guessed that was okay, because he cared. Hakkai was his best friend, and even if Hakkai didn’t let Gojyo look out for him as much as he looked out for Gojyo, sometimes he could take care of him anyway, when Hakkai couldn’t do anything about it. Like right now…
Hakkai’s breathing was slow and soft and even, and before too long, Gojyo’s matched it as he followed him into sleep.
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She was so hot. She had legs up to here, a narrow waist, shining hair that tickled the back of Gojyo’s hand where it rested on her neck, and a breathy sigh that went straight to his dick. He couldn’t remember where he’d picked her up or her name, but it didn’t matter. He could ask later. Right now, his lips were busy. And so were hers. Their tongues tangled in a hot, wet dance. Fuck, could she kiss.
Her mouth tasted spicy and sweet, like the sake and ginger he and Sanzo and Hakkai had had for dinner. Like…sake and ginger? Gojyo’s eyes flew open. He was face-to-face (and tongue-to-tongue) with Hakkai. He was kissing Hakkai. His heart pounded, and his cock twitched. What the fuck? No, no, no! Down, boy! he told it. It twitched again. Hakkai was humping his leg, and Gojyo was…shit!... humping him back. And? They were still kissing. He jerked his head away.
Hakkai made a sleepy, breathy little noise of loss and followed, nibbling gently at Gojyo’s bottom lip. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck! “Ha-hakkai…” he whispered, pulling away from Hakkai’s mouth again. Hakkai started nuzzling Gojyo’s neck since Gojyo’s mouth was now denied him.
“…mmmhgojyonnh…” he murmured against Gojyo’s throat. Gojyo froze, his heart stuttering in his chest. Hakkai’s long, hard cock pressed against Gojyo’s hip as Hakkai rocked against him.
“…Gojyo…” He wasn’t awake, but he was hard and humping Gojyo’s leg. And saying Gojyo’s name.
“Gojyo…” No, he was moaning Gojyo’s name.
Hakkai’s erection pressed against Gojyo’s, the two layers of cloth between them doing nothing to mitigate its heat or its hardness. Gojyo swallowed a groan as Hakkai rocked his hips again and ground their erections against each other. “Gojyo…” Hakkai’s mouth was back against his, tongue stroking and thrusting in time with the long, slow slide of his cock against Gojyo’s. Gojyo fought with himself briefly. He shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t be doing this, he shouldn’t be… Aw, fuck it. Gojyo gave up and kissed back fiercely. He ran his hand down Hakkai’s back and pulled him closer, cupping his ass and nudging his leg between Hakkai’s. Hakkai bit his lip, and Gojyo gasped. He wanted this. He wanted Hakkai. His hand tugged at Hakkai’s underwear, but he stopped when Hakkai jerked back. Wide green eyes met half-closed red ones.
“Gojyo?” Hakkai’s cheeks were pink, and his voice was high, breathless. His hands pushed at Gojyo’s shoulders, like he was trying to get away.
“Hakkai. Stay.” Gojyo held onto him, his grip firm but not forceful. Hakkai looked stricken, his eyes darting away. He looked down, and his hands trembled against Gojyo’s chest.
“Gojyo…I…”
“Hakkai.” He gave him a little shake, made him look up. “I want this.” Gojyo pulled him closer so that head of his erection pressed against Hakkai’s belly. “Okay? I want this.” He licked his lips and bent his head forward until he was breathing against Hakkai’s cheek. “I want you,” he whispered. He tugged at Hakkai’s briefs again and thrust his tongue into Hakkai’s mouth. Hakkai gave a little moan and sucked Gojyo’s tongue deeper. His hands clutched at Gojyo like he was trying to crawl inside him.
They kissed and ground against each other for a while, growing more flushed, more heated, more frantic in their movements. Somewhere along the way, they’d both lost their underwear, and the delicious friction of their cocks rubbing together and against each other’s hard, flat bellies was too good, almost too much. Hakkai gasped and pushed up, leaning over Gojyo. He’d managed to get the taller man on his back, and now he straddled Gojyo’s hips. Gojyo reached up and tried to tug him back down, but Hakkai smiled at him. Gojyo thought he’d seen all of Hakkai’s smiles, but he’d never seen this one before. It was predatory. Dangerous. Sexual. Sexy. It made Gojyo’s cock jump again, and his breath caught.
“Hakkai?” The smile widened, and Hakkai leaned down for another kiss. He pulled away all too quickly, Gojyo thought. And then he changed his mind. He felt Hakkai’s lips and teeth and tongue on his throat. On his collarbone, down his chest. Sliding over his ribs, along the sensitive flesh over his navel, ohgod the sensitive flesh below his navel, ohgodohgod over his hipbone and into the little hollow there, moving closer…closer to…closer to…
“Oh god!” Soft, wet heat swirled over the throbbing head of his cock and surrounded it. Gojyo groaned as the fire traveled from Hakkai’s tongue to spread everywhere through him, stealing his breath and making him pant. Hakkai’s mouth was hot and wet, and his hands were stroking Gojyo, smoothing his skin, soothing it. Long fingers slid over his balls and tugged gently, and Gojyo’s hips flexed upward. Hakkai took him in, swallowing him down until everything was consumed by the heat of his mouth. Gojyo was making sounds deep in his throat, but he couldn’t hear them; he could only feel the vibrations in his chest as he gasped. Hakkai’s hands continued to stroke him, continued to soothe, urging his thighs apart. Gojyo let him, let his legs fall open and his knees bend.
And then Hakkai’s tongue was stroking Gojyo’s balls, his fingers wrapping around Gojyo’s cock and sliding up and down. Gojyo thrust into his hand. Fuck, that was so good, Hakkai was so good, so good… Hakkai’s tongue stroked lower, across the skin below Gojyo’s sac. His hands were gripping under Gojyo’s knees now, lifting him slightly. The tongue stroked lower still, hot and wet over the sensitive pucker of Gojyo’s hole. Gojyo stopped breathing. “Hakkai,” he moaned. “Hakkai, please.” The tongue swirled around and over, pushed inside a little. “Haah!” Gojyo’s breath came out like sobs.
“I want you, Gojyo.” Hakkai’s voice was rough and unsteady. “Gojyo, I-” Wet heat, pushing inside him.
“Yeah, okay, whatever you want, Hakkai. Hakkai!” The tongue traveled back up the path it had followed down, and Gojyo’s eyes screwed shut as it traced and skated its slow, torturous way back up to his mouth. He could feel Hakkai leaning over him, heard him fumble through the pockets of the trousers laid out near Gojyo’s head. “What-?”
“Oil. I use it to flavor ramen sometimes. But… It’ll… It’s… To make it easier. Gojyo, are you-”
“Yeah. Yeah. Hakkai, yes, whatever you want, I want it…” He reached up and pulled Hakkai down and kissed him, hard. Felt Hakkai shaking with want, with need. Gojyo turned away to breathe in Hakkai’s ear. “I want this, Hakkai.” Hakkai made a soft noise and kissed him again, biting Gojyo’s lip and tugging with his teeth. Gojyo raised his hips and rubbed his cock against him. “Hakkai…” Now Hakkai’s mouth was on his neck, sucking and biting. Marking him. Gojyo groaned and then he hissed as he felt a cool, slick fingertip slide between the cheeks of his ass. “Yeah…”
Hakkai pressed into him slowly, licking and nibbling at his neck as he moved his finger gently, pressing in and sliding back, then pressing in a little farther. The movements were tiny, but the sensations they created were enormous - overwhelming. They rolled through him, and when Hakkai added a second finger, Gojyo’s breath hitched and he groaned. Hakkai stilled and, gasping, Gojyo hurried to reassure him. “No, it’s okay, it’s good,” he panted. “It’s just…it’s good.” He felt the fingers withdraw. “Hakkai? It’s okay, I want you to…aaah!” The fingers returned, more slick than before. They slid deeper, spreading apart and pressing so far inside that Gojyo almost felt that they-
He cried out, nearly writhing on Hakkai’s hand as fingertips touched something that sent an almost-electric, all-consuming jolt of pleasure through him. “Hakkai,” Gojyo begged.
Hands were on his hips, pulling him. Lips were on his, kissing him, moving as Hakkai murmured something into his mouth. Something hard and hot and throbbing was pushing into him, slowly stretching him and invading him. Gojyo felt himself clench down around it and swallowed the sound of pain at the back of his throat. A shaking hand brushed his cheek, and Gojyo looked up into Hakkai’s face: flushed, intense, possessive. His mouth and eyes were half-open, and when Gojyo reached up to touch him, Hakkai turned into his palm and kissed it. Gojyo began to relax, just a little. It was enough. He felt Hakkai’s weight shift, the hand on his cheek going to the ground to act as a brace as slick fingers wrapped around his cock, which had begun to soften. At Hakkai’s gentle but sure touch, it swelled again. Pleasure grew, and Gojyo’s hips moved on their own, seeking friction. When they rolled down, Hakkai pressed into him deeper. Gojyo moved his hips, again - again - and yet again, thrusting into Hakkai’s hand. Each time they came down, Hakkai slid farther inside, until he stretched and filled Gojyo completely.
“Oh,” Hakkai breathed. “Oh.”
“Hakkai…” Gojyo began, thickly. But Hakkai’s name quickly turned into a moan as he began to move inside Gojyo, to move slow and deep. Gojyo brought his legs up to wrap around Hakkai’s waist, and Hakkai collapsed to his elbow. His other hand continued to move on Gojyo’s erection, sliding up and down even as his cock thrust in…and in…and in. Gojyo tried to pull Hakkai even deeper, whimpering when Hakkai finally hit the spot that made him feel like he was flying apart. Hakkai thrust against it again, and Gojyo shattered, shouting and spurting. In the haze of his pleasure, he could feel Hakkai moving over him, moving against him, moving inside him. And then he was still, only his hips jerking forward and his cock pulsing - pulsing inside Gojyo. Hakkai let out a low cry that might have been Gojyo’s name or just a strangled, incoherent groan, but Gojyo wasn’t sure. He didn’t care. He pulled Hakkai down against his chest and wrapped his arms around him, holding him as he trembled from his release.
After a few minutes, Hakkai lifted his head and kissed Gojyo tentatively. Gojyo kissed him back, far less tentatively, and closed his eyes. He was tired and sore, and he’d just had mind-blowing sex with his best friend. In a Canadian shack, whatever that was. He’d think about that later. And he still didn’t know how they were going to get out of here, or if they even could…
Hakkai stood quietly, trying not to disturb the sleeping Gojyo. He tidied himself and Gojyo as best he could without waking the other before slipping back into the blanket and curling up against him. He brushed silken red hair back from Gojyo’s cheek, kissing him softly. Gojyo sighed and shifted a little closer, draping his hand over Hakkai’s hip. Ahh. Hakkai smiled. He’d worry about where they were and how they were going to get back to Goku and Sanzo and Jeep when he woke up. Right now, he was warm and sleepy and happy. Yes. Warm, and sleepy…and happy… he thought. His eyes closed, and he slept without dreams, his arms curled possessively around the warm body snug against his.
“Hey, Hakkai, Gojyo! Are you back yet?” Goku’s voice grew louder and louder as he approached the door and swung it open. “You missed it; there was a crazy youkai here last night! He was in your room, but you were gone, and Sanzo and I chased him until this morning when Sanzo finally shot…Oh, hey, guys. Hey, sorry!” Goku’s eyes were wide, and he stepped back, out into the hall.
Gojyo peeled an eye open. He was lying on the floor of their room, partially wrapped in a dusty old blanket. And Hakkai.
A naked Hakkai.
And nothing else.
Gojyo grimaced reflexively. Hakkai smiled back nervously.
“Ah, Goku? Could you give us a minute?” The smile, now colored with apology, turned Goku’s way.
“Yeah. Okay, Hakkai.” Goku tripped over his own feet in his rush to get the door closed, and they heard footsteps running down the hall. But not before a muttered “pervy-ass kappa” floated under the gap beneath the door.
“Gojyo?”
“Yeah?”
“Gojyo, I…” The nervous smile faltered.
Gojyo steeled himself, licking his lips. He was prepared to argue and wheedle and plead until he made Hakkai understand. “It’s fine, Hakkai. It’s more than fine. I’m not sorry, not one bit.”
“N-no?” Hakkai blinked.
“No.”
Hakkai blinked again, and the smile returned - a different smile. Gojyo had only seen this smile once before - last night, to be exact. It was the predatory one - the dangerous, sexual, sexy smile. “Oh, good,” Hakkai breathed. “Neither am I.” His hands shifted under the blanket, and Gojyo went a little cross-eyed.
“Fuck, Hakkai!” he squeaked.
Hakkai laughed. “Yes, Gojyo. That’s the idea.”