Saiyuki story: A New Fantastic Point of View 2/3 (TwinFic based on indelicate ink's drawing)
Author: Sunspot
Title: A New Fantastic Point of View (2/3)
Pairing: 58
Rating: NC 17
Note: Sequel to A Whole New World, and Don’t You Dare Close Your Eyes. Based on Indelicateink’s wonderful twins drawing. Thank you to Evilchuckles for betaing through the aftershocks. Afraid I had to split this into 3 parts-it got long.
Warnings: Kidfic! Babies! Twins! Cuss words! Paperwork! Sex!
Part 1 is here. Part 3 is here.
PART 2
When he came in, Hakkai was at the stove, humming to himself and stirring something in a wok and heating something else in a saucepan. Whatever it was smelled amazing.
And speaking of smelled.
“Hey, Hakkai.”
Hakkai looked up, not smiling, but not not-smiling, the kind of Hakkai-look most people never got to see.
“Do I gotta do anything special to the diaper insides, or just stick them in the washing machine?”
“You really don’t want to know,” Hakkai said.
Gojyo gave him the ‘yeah I do’ stare. It took a couple minutes longer than usual to work.
Hakkai shut off the fire under the wok and turned to him. “You need to dump the, er, solid waste in the toilet, flush it away, then swish the diaper itself in the toilet, then wring it out.”
Ewww. So much for advancements in technology. Still. Not like he hadn’t done it before. On much bigger diapers. And without a washing machine for the actual washing part.
“That’s about what I figured.”
“There won’t be time before breakfast,” Hakkai warned.
Gojyo shrugged. “I figured after.”
The boys woke up part way through breakfast, so after was actually changing and feeding and changing again. Shiyan’s diaper leaked, so he was fuzzy and yellow, now, and they had even more laundry. Lucky it hadn’t got the cloth from the monastery, though they had thin little blankets from the giant baby stuff store for swaddling, too, now.
Still, the orange-yellow ones, same cloth like the monks wore, were cooler looking.
After that their babies seemed okay with just lying there, blinking around at stuff, so they put them in the crib, and Hakkai turned the crank on their mobile (little pink and blue and yellow and green and purple sheep that went around and around while tinkly music played), and Gojyo dragged the (already scarily full) diaper pail into the bathroom.
After a while Hakkai followed him in.
Gojyo had a system going, even if he’d only got to a couple diapers so far: diaper inside part from the pail (careful-you had to actually look, not just reach so you didn’t get your fingers in anything). Pissy diaper, straight into the laundry basket. Shitty (er, poopy? cacky? something like that), you unrolled, carefully, and kinda gave a little shake to try and get the poop off, which mostly didn’t work. Then dunk, dunk, dunk. Then flush, with the diaper insides still in the toilet, holding on tight so it didn’t try to flush down. Then swish again while the bowl was refilling. Then (ew) wring. Then, into the laundry basket.
Same thing he’d done eleven years ago. For a week. For Hakkai.
Who cleared his throat behind him.
“I can do that,” Hakkai said. Kinda uncomfortable.
“I know,” Gojyo said.
Gojyo didn’t look up, and Hakkai didn’t push it, and after awhile Hakkai kinda wandered out again and left him to it.
Hakkai came back in about when Gojyo was finishing up and said, “I’ll load the machine.” So Gojyo let him take the basket and washed his hands, about the happiest he’d been to wash his hands since, oh, maybe after the last big fight with Gumayoh’s forces. Maybe earlier.
They met up again back in the kitchen, which kind of turned into necking leaned up against the wall by the washing machine. Which. Amazing. Hot. Incredible. Sweet.
But. Er. Well.
A couple or five minutes into it they were both kind of distracted. Sneaking little looks over toward the bedroom. And not in the god-I-wanna-tear-your-clothes-off-right-now way. Well, not only.
“Think we should check on them?” Gojyo asked.
“Rationally speaking, they’re in their crib, they’re fed and changed, they’re quiet . . .” Hakkai started.
Didn’t babies forget to breathe sometimes? Wasn’t there something about that in the book, why they had to sleep on their backs? What if they’d learned to roll over and . . .
They looked at each other and made for the bedroom. Quiet. In case the babies (their sons, really for real and papers in the safe) were maybe sleeping.
Which they were.
Maybe.
Gojyo looked real carefully at them-could you tell for sure they were breathing? It was hard with the swaddling. Hakkai was looking at them kind of frowny-faced, too.
“Hand mirror?” Hakkai said, quiet.
Gojyo nodded. If Hakkai even knew where it was-last time they’d used it was so Hakkai could see his own stitches, check for infection along with Gojyo, way back when.
“It’s in my drawer,” Hakkai whispered.
He was back from the dresser quick, and put the mirror carefully in front of whoever the heck the nearest baby was (Shuo, Shuo was on the side closer to the door, unless they’d secretly learned to move around).
It fogged. Whew.
Same thing with Shiyan.
“We’re never telling anyone about this,” Gojyo whispered.
“Sworn to secrecy,” Hakkai agreed.
But he left the mirror on top of the dresser.
“So,” Hakkai said, don’t-wake-the-babies quiet.
“So,” Gojyo echoed, looking over at the bed. Where Hakkai was looking too. He felt himself grinning.
“How long d’you think we have?” Hakkai said.
“Till the babies wake up or till the novices get here?”
Hakkai grinned back (finally) and grabbed the front of Gojyo’s shirt and pulled. Up and in and chest to chest, but with Hakkai’s fistful of shirt still between them, keeping Gojyo just where he wanted to be, and mouth to mouth and fuck
Teeth.
And Gojyo got a little pushy and grabby himself, ‘cause this here was not a nervous Hakkai, and Gojyo half-picked-him-up with a hand on his asscheek (god, so good) and walk-stumbled them to the bed while Hakkai licked and sucked and scraped his teeth over Gojyo’s tongue and around his lips and, god, bit down along his jaw, then neck, hard, and if the babies started up again now they could fuckin’ well cry for a while ‘cause this was incredible.
Hakkai let go when his legs were against the bed, and Gojyo grabbed Hakkai’s hand and pressed it where Gojyo’s dick was trying to break out of his jeans.
“Feel how hard you make me?” Gojyo said, low and rough against the buzz of Hakkai’s limiters.
And Hakkai made a noise that was practically a growl, and squeezed, and fuck if Gojyo, Gojyo, wasn’t close to losing it right then. And Hakkai let go and grabbed the bottom of Gojyo’s shirt and pulled up, and Gojyo was still squirming out of it and Hakkai was going for the jeans already, working at the button, yanking down the zipper, pushing everything, jeans and shorts, down just far enough to wrap his hand around and
“Woah, woah!” Gojyo said, and pulled Hakkai’s hand off him, ‘cause fast and furious was one thing, but over before they got started was something else. And pulled it up, and kissed it, palm, then tips of the fingers, with a little bite of his own for each, but quick, and looked Hakkai in the eyes and that quivery feeling was filling him past bursting, and Gojyo could feel another smile, warm and soft from way deep down, taking over his whole head, it felt like. And Hakkai’s face went from all wary and ‘what?’ to that kind of sweet not-quite-smile he got looking at the babies sleeping, or sometimes across the table at Gojyo at dinner or when they were talking.
“I wanna feel you naked all up against me,” Gojyo said. It came out hushed, like more breath than voice.
Then Hakkai smiled wide, but still warm. “I think that can be arranged,” he said, and pulled his own shirt over his head.
And Gojyo had meant to get his jeans off, but . . .
They saw each other naked at the baths in town.
They saw each other with shirts off all the time.
That scar was sound and strong because Gojyo took care of it.
He knew every bit of Hakkai’s body, really.
And he’d never really seen him before.
He put his palms flat on Hakkai’s chest, warm skin over muscle over bone over lungs and heart that kept everything that was Hakkai going. He smoothed his hands down, felt ribs, a nipple (hard) with the edge of his right hand, the top of Hakkai’s scar with the bottom of his left. Then ran his hands back up and over and onto Hakkai’s shoulders, collarbones pressing into his palms. Something caught in Gojyo’s throat and he had to step in, slide his arms around Hakkai, one hand on Hakkai’s shoulderblade (it felt like a wing), the other down a little ways into his jeans, fingertips just resting on the curve of Hakkai’s ass. And somehow they’d gone quiet, Gojyo’s head against Hakkai’s, Hakkai’s hands on Gojyo’s waist.
Hakkai nodded, and swallowed, and wrapped his arms around Gojyo’s back and squeezed. Then let go, and nudged him back, and took off his own pants. Gojyo’d been standing there with his jeans and shorts partway down his thighs, hard-on poking Hakkai in the stomach. He got his jeans and shorts off and stood up straight again.
They were both naked, and both hard, and standing close-but-not-touching, and there were sleeping babies in the room, and there were gonna be carpenter junior monks in the yard soon.
“We’re official now,” Gojyo said.
Hakkai quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Got papers in the safe an’ everything,” Gojyo added.
Hakkai laughed. Not giggled. Laughed.
And somehow it was all okay again and Gojyo laughed too, and tackled him to the bed.
And they were back to kissing regular, like before, and it was good, better than good, Hakkai’s smooth skin and strong arms and legs and deep wet kisses and pushing their hard-ons into each other’s hips and bellies and yeah. Good, but not
“Come on,” Gojyo said, not even sure what he meant (yeah he was).
And Hakkai got it. God, he got it. And pushed Gojyo over and climbed on top of him and took Gojyo fuckin’ apart, biting everywhere and strong hands pushing and pulling Gojyo just where he wanted him to be, and Gojyo grabbed Hakkai’s head every now and then to get some more of those deep sharp scraping kisses, then let him go again and Hakkai bit around Gojyo’s armpit, and pulled at the hair with his teeth, not tickling, just sharp and hot and good, and pulled the skin on the inside of Gojyo’s arm between his teeth and worried and bit and sucked.
Fuck it was good. They swarmed all over each other. Sometimes their dicks would brush against thighs or bellies or backs and they’d squirm and hump for a while, then Hakkai’d shift them again, cocks dripping and aching while Hakkai made bite marks down Gojyo’s side or Gojyo licked and nibbled and scraped his teeth against Hakkai’s nipple (‘cause Hakkai was equal opportunity about the biting, oh yeah).
Hakkai was biting and sucking at Gojyo’s collarbone when Gojyo got a hand around Hakkai’s dick and gave it a long stroke, hand brushing back over his balls, then closing around his shaft and stroking up to squeeze the head. And Hakkai gave a stuttering gasp around his mouthful, and looked up at him, lips red and puffy and so hot, the look on his face, and that mouth of his made Gojyo want.
“Hakkai,” the name felt good in Gojyo’s mouth, different. “Want me to suck you?”
And Hakkai took a breath, and swallowed, and it was the hottest thing Gojyo’d ever seen. And, “Yeah,” he said, “please.”
And Gojyo couldn’t not smile, but he shook his head and said, voice coming out hoarse, “Tell me, grab my head.”
And Hakkai’s eyes got all wide, just for a second, then he grinned, bright and sharp and deadly, and then there it was, the you-will-obey-me smile, and Hakkai said “Suck my dick,” in that voice you had to listen to, and they kind of missed out on the whole head-grabbing thing because Gojyo was moving down fast as he could while almost-coming for the second time since they started.
And there it was, blood-dark and hard, and a smear of precome on the head, and Gojyo had never wanted to suck a dick so bad in his life (and he’d sucked a few, back in the day, mostly for convenience, once or twice for fun). But this was Hakkai, and
Gojyo stopped thinking and started sucking, and fuck finesse, he took that thing (Hakkai’s cock) down as fast and far as he could, kinda gagging a little but just right, so taste and smell and sight and stuffed full feeling, everything, was all Hakkai. And god he smelled amazing, and tasted sharp and musky and strong, and Gojyo sucked and pulled off together, using his lips and tongue as he went, catching Hakkai’s foreskin with his teeth at the end, then pushing back down again and the sound Hakkai made was infuckingcredible and Gojyo did it again and again, making them crazy with it. And Hakkai’s hips were wanting to move, but Gojyo could feel him stopping them, tensing up, and Gojyo tried to give him a clue, pulling at them, but dammit.
He pulled off and Hakkai whimpered. Gojyo pulled them onto their sides, and looked up past Hakkai’s hard wet cock and his belly, the muscles quivering around the scar, and his chest to Hakkai’s sweet face, tight with want.
“Fuck my mouth,” Gojyo said, and took him down again.
Hakkai started to rock in and out, just a little, while Gojyo sucked and worked his tongue. He worked his bottom hand between Hakkai’s legs, where he could cup Hakkai’s balls, and grabbed Hakkai’s ass with the top hand.
Hakkai was rocking a little faster and deeper now, starting to see Gojyo could take it. And he could, he could. His jaw was aching and he had to breathe in in little sips through his nose, and he’d never been so fucking turned on in his life. He pulled at Hakkai’s ass, but Hakkai was still too fucking careful, so Gojyo grabbed and stopped him long enough to pull off and growl
“Come on.”
And Hakkai said, “Tap out if it’s too much,” voice all strangle-y, and reached down and pushed Gojyo over on his back by the shoulder, and got them lined up again, hand wrapped around his own dick, feeling blind for Gojyo’s hungry mouth, and let Gojyo take him in, and settled himself, knees spread.
And went for it.
Fuck! It was too much, it was just right, Hakkai’s cock felt huge from this angle, filling and stretching Gojyo’s mouth, plugging his throat on the downstroke. Gojyo managed to suck it when Hakkai pulled back, but when he thrust all Gojyo could do was take it, again and again, fast and deep, filling him with Hakkai. He could barely breathe and every breath smelled like Hakkai, and Gojyo had one hand on Hakkai’s thigh, feeling the muscles that were driving that hard cock into him flex and shift, and Gojyo’s own hips were lifting, his cock aching, and, much as he wanted to save it for Hakkai, god, he had to, and slipped his other hand down and closed it around his hard-on (god, he was slick from this) and thrust up into his hand, in rhythm with Hakkai’s fucks into his mouth.
And it was building, god, it was so good, and Hakkai was gasping and speeding up more, hips going kind of stuttery and Gojyo could not fucking breathe and fuck was he gonna have to tap out, he didn’t want to, he wanted, oh god
And Gojyo’s hips bucked and he was shooting, hard, coming shaking through him like it was turning him inside out and his mouth was groaning around Hakkai’s cock pushed deep as it could go and then Gojyo was starting to choke and Hakkai pulled off, still coming, spurting across Gojyo’s face, which was hot enough to shake another come through him, just a little one, his cock almost raw with it.
Hakkai flopped to the side with a groan, then he was scooting down and pulling Gojyo up, a little frantic maybe, till they were face to face.
God, Hakkai looked wrecked. Gojyo leaned in and kissed his lips, tender. When he pulled back Hakkai looked relieved. Then he quirked a little smile at Gojyo, and brought his thumb up to wipe something off Gojyo’s forehead. Right, Hakkai’s come was all over him. Gojyo caught Hakkai’s hand and sucked his thumb clean. Spunk didn’t taste any better than he remembered, but Hakkai’s face going all lost in wonder was worth it.
“Sorry I,” Gojyo started to say, kinda waving southwards.
“No,” Hakkai interrupted, smiling sweet and small, “It was feeling your come hit my back that set me off.”
Gojyo’s cock, limp as a slug, gave a little twitch at that. He groaned. Hakkai quirked an eyebrow.
“Not too bad for a first time, huh?” Gojyo said, grinning. Hakkai started laughing and he couldn’t do anything but join in.
They flopped there for a while, laughing, catching their breaths, dozing in a cuddly sprawl. Then Hakkai pushed up on one elbow and looked over at the crib.
He was right-they were pushing their luck. “You want first shower, or second?” Gojyo asked.
“By all means, after you,” Hakkai said, smiling goofy-warm.
Gojyo leaned up to kiss him, because he kind of had to, then hauled himself up to go get washed, back to the normal day. For this new normal with babies and kisses and sex and, wow.
Time to focus on the shower.
When he got out Hakkai had put the diaper washload into the dryer and was putting regular clothes in the washer, wrapped in his nemaki.
Gojyo tapped him on the shoulder. “Tag, you’re it. Go shower.”
Hakkai put the laundry basket down and turned and pulled him close. Gojyo worked his face into the crook of Hakkai’s neck and took a deep sniff.
“On second thought, skip the shower, you smell good like this,” he said, kinda muffled.
Hakkai laughed and pulled back.
“Then I really do need one,” he said.
Hakkai laughing-Gojyo could get used to that. They kissed again (more kisses!), then Hakkai pulled away, kinda like he didn’t want to, and Gojyo went to go get dressed and hopefully grab a smoke.
He was pulling his shirt over his head when the “uh-aaah’s” started up, but this time not in stereo. He got everything un-bunched-up and settled smooth over all the bite marks and scrapes and tingly happy skin and strolled over to the crib. Weird how the basic “fix it, Dad” cry was starting to sound different from (and not setting off his panic bells quite like) the full-out “life is suffering” wail.
He reached in and picked up (farther from the door) Shiyan.
“Hey there, little guy,” he said, “What’s got you all fussed?”
Butt sniff.
Pee, probably. Worth checking anyhow-they usually woke up wet (at least).
Finger check.
And Glom! And suck, suck, suck, mmm, finger good. Wait! What? Finger bad! No milk! Ptooey!
“Uh-aaah, unh-aaah!”
“Right, right, right. Everyone’s a critic,” Gojyo said, and tucked Shiyan up against his shoulder and set up the diaper stuff one-handed. They really needed a better place than the bed. Top of the dresser, maybe? Less room, though, easy for stuff (or babies!) to fall off.
“Uh-aah, unh-aah!”
“Chill out, kid, I got you,” Gojyo told him.
Shiyan, pissed off and bitchy-faced, wasn’t buying it. Gojyo tried popping the end of his pinky-finger in Shiyan’s mouth and his son (son, son, hi there son, for real) decided that was good enough for now and glommed again.
Funny how yesterday it took both of them to change a diaper and here Gojyo was managing it practically one handed. He had to take back his pinky to get Shiyan all velcro’d and snapped and swaddled. Then shh-bounced him over to the dresser for the sling. Former layman’s sash. Hakkai was down a precept, hah. Downgraded from eight to five, even.
They shh-bounced and uh-aah’d over to the kitchen, and Gojyo worked around mister pissed-off-in-the-sling to get a bottle fixed, which was about when Hakkai came wandering out of the bathroom, still toweling his hair, and Shuo started up with the “change mee, feed meee”s in the bedroom.
Hakkai gave Gojyo a here-we-go-again smile, and leaned in for (another!) kiss while Gojyo swirled and shook the bottle, mixing the formula powder and water one handed while Shiyan tried to suck the nail off his finger. Hakkai gave Shiyan a kiss too, on the head, and turned toward the bedroom.
“How was, er . . .”
“Shiyan,” Gojyo supplied helpfully.
“How was Shiyan’s diaper?” Hakkai went on.
Gojyo kinda semi-shrugged best he could getting Shiyan angled to drink up. “Not shi-, uh, poopy, but real wet.”
Mostly the babies (theirs!) seemed to be eating, sleeping, and even doing their dumps in synch. Who knew all that stuff was genetic?
Hakkai nodded and headed toward the “uh-ahh’”s.
Little while later he was back with a wail-y Shuo. “Just wet,” he reported and started mixing a bottle.
Shiyan stopped his slurpfest and popped off the nipple just long enough to give one “uh-ahh,” then glommed back on again. Solidarity, maybe.
A minute later Hakkai had Shuo hooked up and things actually got quiet enough to hear the birds outside.
There was sunshine coming in the windows, the babies seemed to be doing okay drinking their bottles in the slings. (Gojyo could really use a cigarette, but that was another story.) He looked over at Hakkai, who looked back. Still in his robe, but what the hell-seemed like he had the same idea anyhow.
Title: A New Fantastic Point of View (2/3)
Pairing: 58
Rating: NC 17
Note: Sequel to A Whole New World, and Don’t You Dare Close Your Eyes. Based on Indelicateink’s wonderful twins drawing. Thank you to Evilchuckles for betaing through the aftershocks. Afraid I had to split this into 3 parts-it got long.
Warnings: Kidfic! Babies! Twins! Cuss words! Paperwork! Sex!
Part 1 is here. Part 3 is here.
PART 2
When he came in, Hakkai was at the stove, humming to himself and stirring something in a wok and heating something else in a saucepan. Whatever it was smelled amazing.
And speaking of smelled.
“Hey, Hakkai.”
Hakkai looked up, not smiling, but not not-smiling, the kind of Hakkai-look most people never got to see.
“Do I gotta do anything special to the diaper insides, or just stick them in the washing machine?”
“You really don’t want to know,” Hakkai said.
Gojyo gave him the ‘yeah I do’ stare. It took a couple minutes longer than usual to work.
Hakkai shut off the fire under the wok and turned to him. “You need to dump the, er, solid waste in the toilet, flush it away, then swish the diaper itself in the toilet, then wring it out.”
Ewww. So much for advancements in technology. Still. Not like he hadn’t done it before. On much bigger diapers. And without a washing machine for the actual washing part.
“That’s about what I figured.”
“There won’t be time before breakfast,” Hakkai warned.
Gojyo shrugged. “I figured after.”
The boys woke up part way through breakfast, so after was actually changing and feeding and changing again. Shiyan’s diaper leaked, so he was fuzzy and yellow, now, and they had even more laundry. Lucky it hadn’t got the cloth from the monastery, though they had thin little blankets from the giant baby stuff store for swaddling, too, now.
Still, the orange-yellow ones, same cloth like the monks wore, were cooler looking.
After that their babies seemed okay with just lying there, blinking around at stuff, so they put them in the crib, and Hakkai turned the crank on their mobile (little pink and blue and yellow and green and purple sheep that went around and around while tinkly music played), and Gojyo dragged the (already scarily full) diaper pail into the bathroom.
After a while Hakkai followed him in.
Gojyo had a system going, even if he’d only got to a couple diapers so far: diaper inside part from the pail (careful-you had to actually look, not just reach so you didn’t get your fingers in anything). Pissy diaper, straight into the laundry basket. Shitty (er, poopy? cacky? something like that), you unrolled, carefully, and kinda gave a little shake to try and get the poop off, which mostly didn’t work. Then dunk, dunk, dunk. Then flush, with the diaper insides still in the toilet, holding on tight so it didn’t try to flush down. Then swish again while the bowl was refilling. Then (ew) wring. Then, into the laundry basket.
Same thing he’d done eleven years ago. For a week. For Hakkai.
Who cleared his throat behind him.
“I can do that,” Hakkai said. Kinda uncomfortable.
“I know,” Gojyo said.
Gojyo didn’t look up, and Hakkai didn’t push it, and after awhile Hakkai kinda wandered out again and left him to it.
Hakkai came back in about when Gojyo was finishing up and said, “I’ll load the machine.” So Gojyo let him take the basket and washed his hands, about the happiest he’d been to wash his hands since, oh, maybe after the last big fight with Gumayoh’s forces. Maybe earlier.
They met up again back in the kitchen, which kind of turned into necking leaned up against the wall by the washing machine. Which. Amazing. Hot. Incredible. Sweet.
But. Er. Well.
A couple or five minutes into it they were both kind of distracted. Sneaking little looks over toward the bedroom. And not in the god-I-wanna-tear-your-clothes-off-right-now way. Well, not only.
“Think we should check on them?” Gojyo asked.
“Rationally speaking, they’re in their crib, they’re fed and changed, they’re quiet . . .” Hakkai started.
Didn’t babies forget to breathe sometimes? Wasn’t there something about that in the book, why they had to sleep on their backs? What if they’d learned to roll over and . . .
They looked at each other and made for the bedroom. Quiet. In case the babies (their sons, really for real and papers in the safe) were maybe sleeping.
Which they were.
Maybe.
Gojyo looked real carefully at them-could you tell for sure they were breathing? It was hard with the swaddling. Hakkai was looking at them kind of frowny-faced, too.
“Hand mirror?” Hakkai said, quiet.
Gojyo nodded. If Hakkai even knew where it was-last time they’d used it was so Hakkai could see his own stitches, check for infection along with Gojyo, way back when.
“It’s in my drawer,” Hakkai whispered.
He was back from the dresser quick, and put the mirror carefully in front of whoever the heck the nearest baby was (Shuo, Shuo was on the side closer to the door, unless they’d secretly learned to move around).
It fogged. Whew.
Same thing with Shiyan.
“We’re never telling anyone about this,” Gojyo whispered.
“Sworn to secrecy,” Hakkai agreed.
But he left the mirror on top of the dresser.
“So,” Hakkai said, don’t-wake-the-babies quiet.
“So,” Gojyo echoed, looking over at the bed. Where Hakkai was looking too. He felt himself grinning.
“How long d’you think we have?” Hakkai said.
“Till the babies wake up or till the novices get here?”
Hakkai grinned back (finally) and grabbed the front of Gojyo’s shirt and pulled. Up and in and chest to chest, but with Hakkai’s fistful of shirt still between them, keeping Gojyo just where he wanted to be, and mouth to mouth and fuck
Teeth.
And Gojyo got a little pushy and grabby himself, ‘cause this here was not a nervous Hakkai, and Gojyo half-picked-him-up with a hand on his asscheek (god, so good) and walk-stumbled them to the bed while Hakkai licked and sucked and scraped his teeth over Gojyo’s tongue and around his lips and, god, bit down along his jaw, then neck, hard, and if the babies started up again now they could fuckin’ well cry for a while ‘cause this was incredible.
Hakkai let go when his legs were against the bed, and Gojyo grabbed Hakkai’s hand and pressed it where Gojyo’s dick was trying to break out of his jeans.
“Feel how hard you make me?” Gojyo said, low and rough against the buzz of Hakkai’s limiters.
And Hakkai made a noise that was practically a growl, and squeezed, and fuck if Gojyo, Gojyo, wasn’t close to losing it right then. And Hakkai let go and grabbed the bottom of Gojyo’s shirt and pulled up, and Gojyo was still squirming out of it and Hakkai was going for the jeans already, working at the button, yanking down the zipper, pushing everything, jeans and shorts, down just far enough to wrap his hand around and
“Woah, woah!” Gojyo said, and pulled Hakkai’s hand off him, ‘cause fast and furious was one thing, but over before they got started was something else. And pulled it up, and kissed it, palm, then tips of the fingers, with a little bite of his own for each, but quick, and looked Hakkai in the eyes and that quivery feeling was filling him past bursting, and Gojyo could feel another smile, warm and soft from way deep down, taking over his whole head, it felt like. And Hakkai’s face went from all wary and ‘what?’ to that kind of sweet not-quite-smile he got looking at the babies sleeping, or sometimes across the table at Gojyo at dinner or when they were talking.
“I wanna feel you naked all up against me,” Gojyo said. It came out hushed, like more breath than voice.
Then Hakkai smiled wide, but still warm. “I think that can be arranged,” he said, and pulled his own shirt over his head.
And Gojyo had meant to get his jeans off, but . . .
They saw each other naked at the baths in town.
They saw each other with shirts off all the time.
That scar was sound and strong because Gojyo took care of it.
He knew every bit of Hakkai’s body, really.
And he’d never really seen him before.
He put his palms flat on Hakkai’s chest, warm skin over muscle over bone over lungs and heart that kept everything that was Hakkai going. He smoothed his hands down, felt ribs, a nipple (hard) with the edge of his right hand, the top of Hakkai’s scar with the bottom of his left. Then ran his hands back up and over and onto Hakkai’s shoulders, collarbones pressing into his palms. Something caught in Gojyo’s throat and he had to step in, slide his arms around Hakkai, one hand on Hakkai’s shoulderblade (it felt like a wing), the other down a little ways into his jeans, fingertips just resting on the curve of Hakkai’s ass. And somehow they’d gone quiet, Gojyo’s head against Hakkai’s, Hakkai’s hands on Gojyo’s waist.
Hakkai nodded, and swallowed, and wrapped his arms around Gojyo’s back and squeezed. Then let go, and nudged him back, and took off his own pants. Gojyo’d been standing there with his jeans and shorts partway down his thighs, hard-on poking Hakkai in the stomach. He got his jeans and shorts off and stood up straight again.
They were both naked, and both hard, and standing close-but-not-touching, and there were sleeping babies in the room, and there were gonna be carpenter junior monks in the yard soon.
“We’re official now,” Gojyo said.
Hakkai quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Got papers in the safe an’ everything,” Gojyo added.
Hakkai laughed. Not giggled. Laughed.
And somehow it was all okay again and Gojyo laughed too, and tackled him to the bed.
And they were back to kissing regular, like before, and it was good, better than good, Hakkai’s smooth skin and strong arms and legs and deep wet kisses and pushing their hard-ons into each other’s hips and bellies and yeah. Good, but not
“Come on,” Gojyo said, not even sure what he meant (yeah he was).
And Hakkai got it. God, he got it. And pushed Gojyo over and climbed on top of him and took Gojyo fuckin’ apart, biting everywhere and strong hands pushing and pulling Gojyo just where he wanted him to be, and Gojyo grabbed Hakkai’s head every now and then to get some more of those deep sharp scraping kisses, then let him go again and Hakkai bit around Gojyo’s armpit, and pulled at the hair with his teeth, not tickling, just sharp and hot and good, and pulled the skin on the inside of Gojyo’s arm between his teeth and worried and bit and sucked.
Fuck it was good. They swarmed all over each other. Sometimes their dicks would brush against thighs or bellies or backs and they’d squirm and hump for a while, then Hakkai’d shift them again, cocks dripping and aching while Hakkai made bite marks down Gojyo’s side or Gojyo licked and nibbled and scraped his teeth against Hakkai’s nipple (‘cause Hakkai was equal opportunity about the biting, oh yeah).
Hakkai was biting and sucking at Gojyo’s collarbone when Gojyo got a hand around Hakkai’s dick and gave it a long stroke, hand brushing back over his balls, then closing around his shaft and stroking up to squeeze the head. And Hakkai gave a stuttering gasp around his mouthful, and looked up at him, lips red and puffy and so hot, the look on his face, and that mouth of his made Gojyo want.
“Hakkai,” the name felt good in Gojyo’s mouth, different. “Want me to suck you?”
And Hakkai took a breath, and swallowed, and it was the hottest thing Gojyo’d ever seen. And, “Yeah,” he said, “please.”
And Gojyo couldn’t not smile, but he shook his head and said, voice coming out hoarse, “Tell me, grab my head.”
And Hakkai’s eyes got all wide, just for a second, then he grinned, bright and sharp and deadly, and then there it was, the you-will-obey-me smile, and Hakkai said “Suck my dick,” in that voice you had to listen to, and they kind of missed out on the whole head-grabbing thing because Gojyo was moving down fast as he could while almost-coming for the second time since they started.
And there it was, blood-dark and hard, and a smear of precome on the head, and Gojyo had never wanted to suck a dick so bad in his life (and he’d sucked a few, back in the day, mostly for convenience, once or twice for fun). But this was Hakkai, and
Gojyo stopped thinking and started sucking, and fuck finesse, he took that thing (Hakkai’s cock) down as fast and far as he could, kinda gagging a little but just right, so taste and smell and sight and stuffed full feeling, everything, was all Hakkai. And god he smelled amazing, and tasted sharp and musky and strong, and Gojyo sucked and pulled off together, using his lips and tongue as he went, catching Hakkai’s foreskin with his teeth at the end, then pushing back down again and the sound Hakkai made was infuckingcredible and Gojyo did it again and again, making them crazy with it. And Hakkai’s hips were wanting to move, but Gojyo could feel him stopping them, tensing up, and Gojyo tried to give him a clue, pulling at them, but dammit.
He pulled off and Hakkai whimpered. Gojyo pulled them onto their sides, and looked up past Hakkai’s hard wet cock and his belly, the muscles quivering around the scar, and his chest to Hakkai’s sweet face, tight with want.
“Fuck my mouth,” Gojyo said, and took him down again.
Hakkai started to rock in and out, just a little, while Gojyo sucked and worked his tongue. He worked his bottom hand between Hakkai’s legs, where he could cup Hakkai’s balls, and grabbed Hakkai’s ass with the top hand.
Hakkai was rocking a little faster and deeper now, starting to see Gojyo could take it. And he could, he could. His jaw was aching and he had to breathe in in little sips through his nose, and he’d never been so fucking turned on in his life. He pulled at Hakkai’s ass, but Hakkai was still too fucking careful, so Gojyo grabbed and stopped him long enough to pull off and growl
“Come on.”
And Hakkai said, “Tap out if it’s too much,” voice all strangle-y, and reached down and pushed Gojyo over on his back by the shoulder, and got them lined up again, hand wrapped around his own dick, feeling blind for Gojyo’s hungry mouth, and let Gojyo take him in, and settled himself, knees spread.
And went for it.
Fuck! It was too much, it was just right, Hakkai’s cock felt huge from this angle, filling and stretching Gojyo’s mouth, plugging his throat on the downstroke. Gojyo managed to suck it when Hakkai pulled back, but when he thrust all Gojyo could do was take it, again and again, fast and deep, filling him with Hakkai. He could barely breathe and every breath smelled like Hakkai, and Gojyo had one hand on Hakkai’s thigh, feeling the muscles that were driving that hard cock into him flex and shift, and Gojyo’s own hips were lifting, his cock aching, and, much as he wanted to save it for Hakkai, god, he had to, and slipped his other hand down and closed it around his hard-on (god, he was slick from this) and thrust up into his hand, in rhythm with Hakkai’s fucks into his mouth.
And it was building, god, it was so good, and Hakkai was gasping and speeding up more, hips going kind of stuttery and Gojyo could not fucking breathe and fuck was he gonna have to tap out, he didn’t want to, he wanted, oh god
And Gojyo’s hips bucked and he was shooting, hard, coming shaking through him like it was turning him inside out and his mouth was groaning around Hakkai’s cock pushed deep as it could go and then Gojyo was starting to choke and Hakkai pulled off, still coming, spurting across Gojyo’s face, which was hot enough to shake another come through him, just a little one, his cock almost raw with it.
Hakkai flopped to the side with a groan, then he was scooting down and pulling Gojyo up, a little frantic maybe, till they were face to face.
God, Hakkai looked wrecked. Gojyo leaned in and kissed his lips, tender. When he pulled back Hakkai looked relieved. Then he quirked a little smile at Gojyo, and brought his thumb up to wipe something off Gojyo’s forehead. Right, Hakkai’s come was all over him. Gojyo caught Hakkai’s hand and sucked his thumb clean. Spunk didn’t taste any better than he remembered, but Hakkai’s face going all lost in wonder was worth it.
“Sorry I,” Gojyo started to say, kinda waving southwards.
“No,” Hakkai interrupted, smiling sweet and small, “It was feeling your come hit my back that set me off.”
Gojyo’s cock, limp as a slug, gave a little twitch at that. He groaned. Hakkai quirked an eyebrow.
“Not too bad for a first time, huh?” Gojyo said, grinning. Hakkai started laughing and he couldn’t do anything but join in.
They flopped there for a while, laughing, catching their breaths, dozing in a cuddly sprawl. Then Hakkai pushed up on one elbow and looked over at the crib.
He was right-they were pushing their luck. “You want first shower, or second?” Gojyo asked.
“By all means, after you,” Hakkai said, smiling goofy-warm.
Gojyo leaned up to kiss him, because he kind of had to, then hauled himself up to go get washed, back to the normal day. For this new normal with babies and kisses and sex and, wow.
Time to focus on the shower.
When he got out Hakkai had put the diaper washload into the dryer and was putting regular clothes in the washer, wrapped in his nemaki.
Gojyo tapped him on the shoulder. “Tag, you’re it. Go shower.”
Hakkai put the laundry basket down and turned and pulled him close. Gojyo worked his face into the crook of Hakkai’s neck and took a deep sniff.
“On second thought, skip the shower, you smell good like this,” he said, kinda muffled.
Hakkai laughed and pulled back.
“Then I really do need one,” he said.
Hakkai laughing-Gojyo could get used to that. They kissed again (more kisses!), then Hakkai pulled away, kinda like he didn’t want to, and Gojyo went to go get dressed and hopefully grab a smoke.
He was pulling his shirt over his head when the “uh-aaah’s” started up, but this time not in stereo. He got everything un-bunched-up and settled smooth over all the bite marks and scrapes and tingly happy skin and strolled over to the crib. Weird how the basic “fix it, Dad” cry was starting to sound different from (and not setting off his panic bells quite like) the full-out “life is suffering” wail.
He reached in and picked up (farther from the door) Shiyan.
“Hey there, little guy,” he said, “What’s got you all fussed?”
Butt sniff.
Pee, probably. Worth checking anyhow-they usually woke up wet (at least).
Finger check.
And Glom! And suck, suck, suck, mmm, finger good. Wait! What? Finger bad! No milk! Ptooey!
“Uh-aaah, unh-aaah!”
“Right, right, right. Everyone’s a critic,” Gojyo said, and tucked Shiyan up against his shoulder and set up the diaper stuff one-handed. They really needed a better place than the bed. Top of the dresser, maybe? Less room, though, easy for stuff (or babies!) to fall off.
“Uh-aah, unh-aah!”
“Chill out, kid, I got you,” Gojyo told him.
Shiyan, pissed off and bitchy-faced, wasn’t buying it. Gojyo tried popping the end of his pinky-finger in Shiyan’s mouth and his son (son, son, hi there son, for real) decided that was good enough for now and glommed again.
Funny how yesterday it took both of them to change a diaper and here Gojyo was managing it practically one handed. He had to take back his pinky to get Shiyan all velcro’d and snapped and swaddled. Then shh-bounced him over to the dresser for the sling. Former layman’s sash. Hakkai was down a precept, hah. Downgraded from eight to five, even.
They shh-bounced and uh-aah’d over to the kitchen, and Gojyo worked around mister pissed-off-in-the-sling to get a bottle fixed, which was about when Hakkai came wandering out of the bathroom, still toweling his hair, and Shuo started up with the “change mee, feed meee”s in the bedroom.
Hakkai gave Gojyo a here-we-go-again smile, and leaned in for (another!) kiss while Gojyo swirled and shook the bottle, mixing the formula powder and water one handed while Shiyan tried to suck the nail off his finger. Hakkai gave Shiyan a kiss too, on the head, and turned toward the bedroom.
“How was, er . . .”
“Shiyan,” Gojyo supplied helpfully.
“How was Shiyan’s diaper?” Hakkai went on.
Gojyo kinda semi-shrugged best he could getting Shiyan angled to drink up. “Not shi-, uh, poopy, but real wet.”
Mostly the babies (theirs!) seemed to be eating, sleeping, and even doing their dumps in synch. Who knew all that stuff was genetic?
Hakkai nodded and headed toward the “uh-ahh’”s.
Little while later he was back with a wail-y Shuo. “Just wet,” he reported and started mixing a bottle.
Shiyan stopped his slurpfest and popped off the nipple just long enough to give one “uh-ahh,” then glommed back on again. Solidarity, maybe.
A minute later Hakkai had Shuo hooked up and things actually got quiet enough to hear the birds outside.
There was sunshine coming in the windows, the babies seemed to be doing okay drinking their bottles in the slings. (Gojyo could really use a cigarette, but that was another story.) He looked over at Hakkai, who looked back. Still in his robe, but what the hell-seemed like he had the same idea anyhow.