About a Girl, Gojyo/Hakkai, rated R
Title: About a Girl
Author: lechymonk
Pairing: Gojyo/Hakkai
Rating: R for a brief sex scene
Warnings: First paragraph may be considered not work safe, but the rest of the story is worksafe.
Author's Note: 10 minutes thinking about this on the drive home from work, 45 minutes typing and 5 minutes pushing my cat, Gojyo away because he can't keep his paws off of my behind!
Summary: As they lay in bed, Gojyo and Hakkai talk about the little girl they found on their way home from the journey.
With a sly grin, Gojyo told Hakkai that he was only coming in the shower to help Hakkai wash his back. Smiling back at his mate, Hakkai moved to let Gojyo in. Soon, they were wrapped in each others arms, their moans and whispered words, filling the shower stall. Gojyo, behind Hakkai, whispering love chants in Hakkai’s ears. Hakkai throws his head back as he comes, Gojyo latches onto Hakkai’s neck, teeth scraping against the tender skin as Gojyo finds completion. A quick wash after their tryst and they were dressed for bed, comfy pajama bottoms in green for Hakkai and black silk for Gojyo. With a yawn, Hakkai climbed in bed.
"Today was so busy and crazy." Sighing, Hakkai felt his body beginning to relax after the long day. Of course, making love with Gojyo was relaxing, too.
"She looked beautiful, didn’t she?" Gojyo scooted under the covers, letting his cold toes sneak next to Hakkai’s calves, warming them. "You cried, didn’t you? When the minister asked who gave her away? And I answered, her father and I do?"
"I did, because she’s always been so happy with us and so accepting of our relationship. I’m going to miss her, Gojyo. She’s been part of our lives for over 20 years." Turning on his side, Hakkai gazed at Gojyo’s face. There were more wrinkles on that face he so loved than when they first met, probably do to all the times Gojyo frowned at Sanzo or Goku over the years. His hair was just as red as when they first met, although he kept it a lot shorter now than he did in his wild youth.
With a bittersweet smile, Gojyo caressed Hakkai’s face. His eyes were just as piercing, as if they were still able to look into your soul and guess all of your secrets. White strands sprinkled through his rich brown hair, a testament to their long journey and subsequent life together.
"Do you ever think about the day we found her?" Hakkai’s eyes brightened up. There was nothing he loved more than to talk about his beloved daughter. Sitting up in bed, Hakkai took off his glasses and set them on the little bedside table.
"Only everyday. I thank the Merciful Goddess everyday for letting Tsubaki into our lives."
Twenty Years Ago--------------------------------------------------------------
They were half way home when the sound of a kitten crying reached their ears. At least, Gojyo and Hakkai assumed that it was a lost kitten. Sniffing the air, Hakkai put his hand on Gojyo’s shoulder, a sign they worked out to mean, stop and wait.
Blood. Hakkai could smell fresh blood. Pointing to a large bush, Hakkai nodded to Gojyo and signaled that he would go around to the left of the bush while Gojyo went right. Nodding to Hakkai, Gojyo took off, his long legs eating up the ground. They came to a abrupt halt when they saw what lay behind that bush.
A tiny half-youkai baby. A girl, about a year old. She was sitting by a dead woman, who Hakkai presumed to be the toddler’s mother. Her human mother. Her throat had been slit, probably the work of robbers. The little ones cries tore at Gojyo and he bent down to talk to her.
"Hey, sweetheart." At his voice, the baby stopped crying and stared, her enormous red eyes fearful at the sight of the two tall men. "It’s ok, I’m like you…see?" Gojyo pointed to his hair and eyes. Little rosebud mouth puckered as the toddler looked at her dead mother again.
"Mama…" A chubby hand reached out and pet the cheek of the human woman. "Mama."
It was obvious that the woman and child were on their own, their clothes were torn and mended but clean and the baby was round as a little dumpling. A small satchel lay by the woman’s feet, open and the contents spilled out, as if someone had gone through them.
The little one pushed herself up on her feet, her little bottom sticking up and out as she set her feet. Hakkai sat down on the ground next to Gojyo and smiled at the little one. Hands outstretched for balance, she made her way to Gojyo and touched his hair. "Me." A hard lump formed in Gojyo’s throat as he looked into those blood red eyes.
"Yeah," He managed to croak out. "Just like me."
Present Day------------------------------------------------------------------
"Remember how Sanzo reacted when he saw Tsubaki?" Gojyo lit a cigarette, dragging the ashtray from the headboard and putting it in his lap. After almost 25 years together, Hakkai had never managed to get Gojyo to quit smoking.
Letting out a chuckle, Hakkai lay down on his back and looked up at Gojyo. "If I recall, the first words out of his mouth were, ‘What the fuck?’ Goku, on the other hand, was thrilled with Tsubaki, playing with her, smothering her with kisses and singing her to sleep."
"I don’t know how Tsubaki went to sleep with that monkey’s rotten singing."
"Remember when she gave that little boy, Ichijo, a black eye in second grade?" Gojyo laughed, knowing what was coming next. "I arrived home from a meeting with the principle, Tsubaki in tow, ready to sit her down for a firm lecture about hitting other people. You told me to let you take care of it and the next thing I know, you and Tsubaki are out in the backyard and you’re teaching her how to make a proper fist!"
"What about all those Father’s Day breakfasts in bed? The burnt toast, runny eggs and coffee thick enough you could stand a spoon in it." Gojyo snuffed his cigarette out and set the ashtray back on the headboard. "We ate every bite, didn’t we?"
"Her first date? You, at the door, with your shakujo in hand; Hakuryu hovering over your shoulder, little puffs of smoke trailing out of his nostrils?" Hakkai shook his head. "What a pair you made."
"Me?" Gojyo raised his brows. "At least I didn’t try to break the guy’s hand when I shook it."
Hakkai chuffed. "I happen to have a firm grip." They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
While they would miss their precious daughter, Tsubaki, they took comfort that she had met and married a nice man, who didn’t care that Tsubaki was half-youkai. He loved and cherished Tsubaki for who she was.
Letting out a giant yawn, Gojyo lay down next to Hakkai, Hakkai’s head notched in Gojyo’s shoulder and their hands intertwined over Gojyo’s chest. "You know the best thing about Tsubaki being out of the house?"
"No, what?" Hakkai craned his neck upwards, meeting Gojyo’s eyes.
"We can walk around naked anytime we want!"
Author: lechymonk
Pairing: Gojyo/Hakkai
Rating: R for a brief sex scene
Warnings: First paragraph may be considered not work safe, but the rest of the story is worksafe.
Author's Note: 10 minutes thinking about this on the drive home from work, 45 minutes typing and 5 minutes pushing my cat, Gojyo away because he can't keep his paws off of my behind!
Summary: As they lay in bed, Gojyo and Hakkai talk about the little girl they found on their way home from the journey.
With a sly grin, Gojyo told Hakkai that he was only coming in the shower to help Hakkai wash his back. Smiling back at his mate, Hakkai moved to let Gojyo in. Soon, they were wrapped in each others arms, their moans and whispered words, filling the shower stall. Gojyo, behind Hakkai, whispering love chants in Hakkai’s ears. Hakkai throws his head back as he comes, Gojyo latches onto Hakkai’s neck, teeth scraping against the tender skin as Gojyo finds completion. A quick wash after their tryst and they were dressed for bed, comfy pajama bottoms in green for Hakkai and black silk for Gojyo. With a yawn, Hakkai climbed in bed.
"Today was so busy and crazy." Sighing, Hakkai felt his body beginning to relax after the long day. Of course, making love with Gojyo was relaxing, too.
"She looked beautiful, didn’t she?" Gojyo scooted under the covers, letting his cold toes sneak next to Hakkai’s calves, warming them. "You cried, didn’t you? When the minister asked who gave her away? And I answered, her father and I do?"
"I did, because she’s always been so happy with us and so accepting of our relationship. I’m going to miss her, Gojyo. She’s been part of our lives for over 20 years." Turning on his side, Hakkai gazed at Gojyo’s face. There were more wrinkles on that face he so loved than when they first met, probably do to all the times Gojyo frowned at Sanzo or Goku over the years. His hair was just as red as when they first met, although he kept it a lot shorter now than he did in his wild youth.
With a bittersweet smile, Gojyo caressed Hakkai’s face. His eyes were just as piercing, as if they were still able to look into your soul and guess all of your secrets. White strands sprinkled through his rich brown hair, a testament to their long journey and subsequent life together.
"Do you ever think about the day we found her?" Hakkai’s eyes brightened up. There was nothing he loved more than to talk about his beloved daughter. Sitting up in bed, Hakkai took off his glasses and set them on the little bedside table.
"Only everyday. I thank the Merciful Goddess everyday for letting Tsubaki into our lives."
Twenty Years Ago--------------------------------------------------------------
They were half way home when the sound of a kitten crying reached their ears. At least, Gojyo and Hakkai assumed that it was a lost kitten. Sniffing the air, Hakkai put his hand on Gojyo’s shoulder, a sign they worked out to mean, stop and wait.
Blood. Hakkai could smell fresh blood. Pointing to a large bush, Hakkai nodded to Gojyo and signaled that he would go around to the left of the bush while Gojyo went right. Nodding to Hakkai, Gojyo took off, his long legs eating up the ground. They came to a abrupt halt when they saw what lay behind that bush.
A tiny half-youkai baby. A girl, about a year old. She was sitting by a dead woman, who Hakkai presumed to be the toddler’s mother. Her human mother. Her throat had been slit, probably the work of robbers. The little ones cries tore at Gojyo and he bent down to talk to her.
"Hey, sweetheart." At his voice, the baby stopped crying and stared, her enormous red eyes fearful at the sight of the two tall men. "It’s ok, I’m like you…see?" Gojyo pointed to his hair and eyes. Little rosebud mouth puckered as the toddler looked at her dead mother again.
"Mama…" A chubby hand reached out and pet the cheek of the human woman. "Mama."
It was obvious that the woman and child were on their own, their clothes were torn and mended but clean and the baby was round as a little dumpling. A small satchel lay by the woman’s feet, open and the contents spilled out, as if someone had gone through them.
The little one pushed herself up on her feet, her little bottom sticking up and out as she set her feet. Hakkai sat down on the ground next to Gojyo and smiled at the little one. Hands outstretched for balance, she made her way to Gojyo and touched his hair. "Me." A hard lump formed in Gojyo’s throat as he looked into those blood red eyes.
"Yeah," He managed to croak out. "Just like me."
Present Day------------------------------------------------------------------
"Remember how Sanzo reacted when he saw Tsubaki?" Gojyo lit a cigarette, dragging the ashtray from the headboard and putting it in his lap. After almost 25 years together, Hakkai had never managed to get Gojyo to quit smoking.
Letting out a chuckle, Hakkai lay down on his back and looked up at Gojyo. "If I recall, the first words out of his mouth were, ‘What the fuck?’ Goku, on the other hand, was thrilled with Tsubaki, playing with her, smothering her with kisses and singing her to sleep."
"I don’t know how Tsubaki went to sleep with that monkey’s rotten singing."
"Remember when she gave that little boy, Ichijo, a black eye in second grade?" Gojyo laughed, knowing what was coming next. "I arrived home from a meeting with the principle, Tsubaki in tow, ready to sit her down for a firm lecture about hitting other people. You told me to let you take care of it and the next thing I know, you and Tsubaki are out in the backyard and you’re teaching her how to make a proper fist!"
"What about all those Father’s Day breakfasts in bed? The burnt toast, runny eggs and coffee thick enough you could stand a spoon in it." Gojyo snuffed his cigarette out and set the ashtray back on the headboard. "We ate every bite, didn’t we?"
"Her first date? You, at the door, with your shakujo in hand; Hakuryu hovering over your shoulder, little puffs of smoke trailing out of his nostrils?" Hakkai shook his head. "What a pair you made."
"Me?" Gojyo raised his brows. "At least I didn’t try to break the guy’s hand when I shook it."
Hakkai chuffed. "I happen to have a firm grip." They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
While they would miss their precious daughter, Tsubaki, they took comfort that she had met and married a nice man, who didn’t care that Tsubaki was half-youkai. He loved and cherished Tsubaki for who she was.
Letting out a giant yawn, Gojyo lay down next to Hakkai, Hakkai’s head notched in Gojyo’s shoulder and their hands intertwined over Gojyo’s chest. "You know the best thing about Tsubaki being out of the house?"
"No, what?" Hakkai craned his neck upwards, meeting Gojyo’s eyes.
"We can walk around naked anytime we want!"