Saiyuki (Jien/Gojyo)
Title: Just Like That
Author: Jan toxictattoo
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 670
Summary: Dokugakuji (Jien) and Gojyo steal a few moments to be alone.
Author's Notes: Prompt - July 2: #53. Saiyuki, Jien/Gojyo: incest, giving into temptation - "I love you. Its wrong, but I can't help it. I've tried to protect you, and now I'm hurting you.".
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He hated that it came to this. Snatching moments when they could, always looking over their shoulders in case the more nosy of their groups decided it would be ‘fun’ to follow them when they snuck away, and hoping that the smarter ones never figured it out.
It was only a matter of time.
Still, they caught each other when they were able and, so far, had managed to elude suspicion. At least, that was what he hoped.
Dokugakuji thrust; sweat trickled down his spine to pool in the dip of his lower back. His skin slid easily over Gojyo’s, warming their bodies further in the already oppressive heat.
They shouldn’t be there, in that run down hovel that masqueraded as a roadside inn. It was barely able to remain upright and had the minimum for ventilation. But the old couple who ran the place charged next to nothing and they didn’t ask questions when Dokugakuji showed up in the middle of the day to rent the room for a few hours.
Nor did they say anything when Gojyo followed not long after, asking for ‘Jien’ and receiving the room number he’d rented.
No one suspected they were brothers.
He knew. Dokugakuji knew and still he didn’t care, yearning for the tight heat of his brother’s body, and to hear Gojyo’s voice rising with every thrust; his name like a prayer on Gojyo’s lips.
When they were done in an exhausted, sated, sweaty heap in the middle of the worn out mattress, Dokugakuji grieved.
Their innocence had been taken from them long ago. Neither of them held any deluded ideas it was anything but fucked up what they did now.
Still…it hurt.
“Hey,” Gojyo’s sleepy voice brought him back from his thoughts. “Usually after a rousing session of sex, the participants should have this goofy, sated expression.”
Dokugakuji shifted and rolled to prop on his side, letting his head rest on his hand. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“What are you thinking so hard about that smoke is coming from your ears?”
That made Dokugakuji laugh and he leaned forward to brush his lips against his brother’s sweaty forehead. “It’s nothing.”
“Don’t give me that shit, Jien. I know you better than that.” Gojyo sat up and reached for his cigarettes. He didn’t have an opportunity to light up when Dokugakuji pulled them away. After an aborted attempt to get them back, he sunk back on the mattress with his hands cupped behind his head. “You think it’s wrong.”
“Yes and no.”
“What kind of answer is that?” And now Gojyo was defensive, not something Dokugakuji wanted.
“The truth.” Dokugakuji brushed Gojyo’s damp hair from his cheek. “I don’t regret it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Then what’s the problem, other than if Sanzo and Kougaji find out we’re shagging each other, we are in a world of some serious hurt?”
“It doesn’t bother you that we have to sneak around to do this?”
“It’s none of their business what we do but if sneaking around keeps them off my back, no, it doesn’t bother me.” Gojyo sat up and crossed his legs. He reached over Dokugakuji and retrieved his cigarettes, managing to get one lit before he could be stopped. He exhaled.
“I don’t want to see you hurt.”
“You hurt me more by doubting what we have than by anything they can do or say.”
Dokugakuji closed his eyes and flopped onto his back. “We’re brothers. By blood, Gojyo. Half brothers, at least.”
Gojyo’s gaze narrowed. “Is this your way of breaking it off with me?”
“No!” Dokugakuji bolted upright. “No. It’d kill me if…” His shoulders sagged. “I can’t lose you again.”
Stubbing out his unsmoked cigarette, Gojyo bore his brother to the bed, and climbed to straddle his hips. “Then shut up and fuck me again because we still have an hour left on the room.”
And just like that, his little brother’s smile was able to make Jien’s world right once more.
…for however long it lasted.
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Author: Jan toxictattoo
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 670
Summary: Dokugakuji (Jien) and Gojyo steal a few moments to be alone.
Author's Notes: Prompt - July 2: #53. Saiyuki, Jien/Gojyo: incest, giving into temptation - "I love you. Its wrong, but I can't help it. I've tried to protect you, and now I'm hurting you.".
*~*~*
He hated that it came to this. Snatching moments when they could, always looking over their shoulders in case the more nosy of their groups decided it would be ‘fun’ to follow them when they snuck away, and hoping that the smarter ones never figured it out.
It was only a matter of time.
Still, they caught each other when they were able and, so far, had managed to elude suspicion. At least, that was what he hoped.
Dokugakuji thrust; sweat trickled down his spine to pool in the dip of his lower back. His skin slid easily over Gojyo’s, warming their bodies further in the already oppressive heat.
They shouldn’t be there, in that run down hovel that masqueraded as a roadside inn. It was barely able to remain upright and had the minimum for ventilation. But the old couple who ran the place charged next to nothing and they didn’t ask questions when Dokugakuji showed up in the middle of the day to rent the room for a few hours.
Nor did they say anything when Gojyo followed not long after, asking for ‘Jien’ and receiving the room number he’d rented.
No one suspected they were brothers.
He knew. Dokugakuji knew and still he didn’t care, yearning for the tight heat of his brother’s body, and to hear Gojyo’s voice rising with every thrust; his name like a prayer on Gojyo’s lips.
When they were done in an exhausted, sated, sweaty heap in the middle of the worn out mattress, Dokugakuji grieved.
Their innocence had been taken from them long ago. Neither of them held any deluded ideas it was anything but fucked up what they did now.
Still…it hurt.
“Hey,” Gojyo’s sleepy voice brought him back from his thoughts. “Usually after a rousing session of sex, the participants should have this goofy, sated expression.”
Dokugakuji shifted and rolled to prop on his side, letting his head rest on his hand. “Yeah. Sorry.”
“What are you thinking so hard about that smoke is coming from your ears?”
That made Dokugakuji laugh and he leaned forward to brush his lips against his brother’s sweaty forehead. “It’s nothing.”
“Don’t give me that shit, Jien. I know you better than that.” Gojyo sat up and reached for his cigarettes. He didn’t have an opportunity to light up when Dokugakuji pulled them away. After an aborted attempt to get them back, he sunk back on the mattress with his hands cupped behind his head. “You think it’s wrong.”
“Yes and no.”
“What kind of answer is that?” And now Gojyo was defensive, not something Dokugakuji wanted.
“The truth.” Dokugakuji brushed Gojyo’s damp hair from his cheek. “I don’t regret it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Then what’s the problem, other than if Sanzo and Kougaji find out we’re shagging each other, we are in a world of some serious hurt?”
“It doesn’t bother you that we have to sneak around to do this?”
“It’s none of their business what we do but if sneaking around keeps them off my back, no, it doesn’t bother me.” Gojyo sat up and crossed his legs. He reached over Dokugakuji and retrieved his cigarettes, managing to get one lit before he could be stopped. He exhaled.
“I don’t want to see you hurt.”
“You hurt me more by doubting what we have than by anything they can do or say.”
Dokugakuji closed his eyes and flopped onto his back. “We’re brothers. By blood, Gojyo. Half brothers, at least.”
Gojyo’s gaze narrowed. “Is this your way of breaking it off with me?”
“No!” Dokugakuji bolted upright. “No. It’d kill me if…” His shoulders sagged. “I can’t lose you again.”
Stubbing out his unsmoked cigarette, Gojyo bore his brother to the bed, and climbed to straddle his hips. “Then shut up and fuck me again because we still have an hour left on the room.”
And just like that, his little brother’s smile was able to make Jien’s world right once more.
…for however long it lasted.
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