[log] Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace.

[gojyo_saaama]

Who: Gai (youthfulpassion and Gojyo (gojyo_saaama)
Style: Paragraph
Status: Closed
Where/When: early Thursday morning, Gai and Gojyo's place
Warnings: PG-13 for language violence and adult situations

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[gojyo_saaama]

"There is no goddamn together!" His voice rose, the first shrill notes of panic straining painfully at the back of his throat. No together. No us, no Gai-and-Gojyo, no fucking way. Even if he knew the man standing there as his lover, his trusted friend, his whole fucking world, it was still wrong. Fake. A trap, somebody's idea of a sick joke, not real.

Shakujou tingled under the surface of his palm, and Gojyo clenched his fist tight, shoving the urge away before it even truly formed. "Stay the fuck away from me," he warned. He should cut this impostor down, he knew, like he'd cut down the shadows in Kami-sama's palace. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. This was still Gai.

This man... the things he'd let - the things he'd begged this man do to him. Gai knew him inside and out, knew all his secrets (all the ones that mattered, anyway; stories of past wars were best left in the past). Gai'd shown him tenderness that he'd never expected to ever experience. Gai'd been his friend, treated him like an equal in a way only one other person in his life ever had. Gai'd been the best lover Gojyo had ever known, passionate and inventive, with inhuman stamina and a cock that...

Suddenly ashamed of his nudity, Gojyo sidestepped through the room, keeping his back to the wall and his attention on Gai, moving toward the pile of discarded clothes in the corner. "I'm gonna get dressed, and I'm gonna leave," he said, slowly crouching down to pull on his pants. "You try t'stop me and I'll fucking kill you."