Saiyuki Fanfic: Gratitude
Title: Gratitude
Series: Saiyuki
Status: One-shot, complete
Rating: R
Pairings: GojyoXHakkai
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and its characters belong to Minekura-sensei, the Saiyuki Project, TV Tokyo, Dentsu and Pierrot, etc.
Warning: Non-worksafe. Some violence, and mentions of prostitution.
Notes: Beta by meicdon13. Written as a gift for kansouamein 7thnight_smut(2008). I'm not particularly fond of this piece, but I'm posting it up as a reminder to myself to finish the other version(s) the prompt gave birth to. Feel free to pressure me!xD
"Come with me. I'll protect you, I promise."
"But...is this really alright?"
"Everything's gonna be okay. If you want to get away from here, I'll help you. Just keep running and don't look back.
"Sanzo, behind you!"
"I fucking know, Hakkai! Shut the fuck up!" Sanzo shouted, glaring at the brunet before quickly turning away and around to punch his attacker in the stomach, his right foot suffering the result of being splashed with the guy's dinner. Disgusting. Letting the bastard crumble to the ground next to his feet and on the mess he'd just made, Sanzo made sure to wipe off all traces of the guy's vomit off of his boot on the guy's shirt. Unsatisfied, he drew the same foot back to kick the guy's middle when-
"Sanzo, another one!"
He pivoted on his other foot and sent the second guy flying sideways with a kick to the middle and towards Hakkai, though he hadn't really planned on it, and the brunet promptly placed the punk out of commission with a chop to the back of his neck. Graceful and delicate; you'd think they were in a multi-player sparring session instead of a dirty street fight. Green Eyes didn't even have a speck of dirt on his clothes and he was wearing white.
"Too bad you don't have eyes at the back of your head, eh, Sanzo?"
"Can it, fanboy. At least I'm carrying my weight around here," Sanzo growled, turning his glare towards the redhead and sharply shrugging off the arm that had been thrown around his shoulders. Gojyo didn't try to place it back, which was a good thing since Sanzo had been just about ready to break it if he did. Instead the redhead bent down, pawing at one of the unconscious bodies. Sanzo frowned. "What? You're into looting now?"
"Shut up, you," Gojyo said, moving on to a different body, and Sanzo's amethyst eyes widened a fraction as he saw the nasty gash on the redhead's temple. The wound was hard to spot because of Gojyo's hair color, but it was there, a clean cut that bled into hair that had few differences with red human blood. It kept the blonde from saying anything else as Gojyo continued his search, straightening about a minute later with a small knife in hand.
"I thought you told Kougaiji 'no knives and no guns'?" Gojyo asked, throwing the blade on top of the body he'd just been searching. It was soon followed by another knife, a bit longer and blood-stained, probably the one that had cut the redhead. "Fucking Houtou," he cursed, referring to the group they were fighting right now.
Sanzo's frown deepened as he tried to find Kougaiji in the dark city square. He could say a lot of things about the other redhead, but dishonorable was not one of them. Still, if Houtou's leader carried a weapon himself...There he was, fighting Goku as usual. And still with his bare fists while Goku had picked up what looked like a wooden staff of some sort. Sanzo pointed them out to Gojyo, who had a harder time seeing the two in the gloom.
"Must be the bitch again then," Gojyo growled, looking even more pissed. Sanzo had to wonder if the reason that Gojyo was so cross was that his older brother wasn't there tonight, but then again the redhead would always get a bit worked up whenever they talked about Kougaiji's stepmother. Dokugakuji (who Gojyo still called Jien outside the gang wars), in a chance meeting, had told them about her before and how badly she treated Kougaiji. Gojyo, in a drunken ramble, had told them once about how she reminded her of their own abusive mother. "Fuck her," he had said then, and repeated now.
"Oh. Well, I don't think Sanzo would find that very pleasant," a quiet, melodic voice joined their conversation, and both boys looked up to see Hakkai approaching them. Most of what was left of Houtou either had run away or was helping their unconscious and/or beaten up comrades get away, and the only ones left really fighting now were Kougaiji and Goku.
Sanzo watched Goku straddle the gang leader's waist and land a few punches on the arrogant bastard's face before being thrown off. When he turned to look back at Gojyo, the redhead was still staring at Hakkai, unable to recover from the oddity of the brunet's statement. Hakkai was smart, smarter than Gojyo and maybe even smarter than Sanzo himself, but his...history and personality...make him slow in certain situations. You'd think the redhead would have realized what kind of situations those were by now.
Sanzo smirked.
"Actually, I think he meant for you to go fuck her," he said maliciously and watched as alarm replace the dazed look in Gojyo's blood red eyes. The redhead opened his mouth to let out a quick and probably stuttered protest, but Hakkai was quicker.
"Ah. Well...if that's what Gojyo thinks is for the best..." the brunet said, a painful-looking smile slipping onto his face that made Sanzo's little revenge on him over the calling out earlier not worth it at all even combined with Gojyo's discomfort. Anyone else probably would have thought the brunet was joking, but the two men there with him knew he wasn't. Sanzo scowled as he realized that he, too, was feeling uncomfortable now.
"Sanzo!" Gojyo finally managed to dislodge the tennis ball that had suddenly appeared in the middle of his throat. He wasn't the only one who shouted the blonde's name at that time though, and all three turned to watch the last member of their little (but impossibly infamous) gang running towards them.
"Kougaiji had Dokugakuji on look out. They said the cops are coming! We better go!"
"So...do you really want me to sleep with Kougaiji's stepmother?" Hakkai asked much later, around two in the morning, in the privacy of their apartment, carefully pressing the corner of a wet towel against Gojyo's temple to clean off dried blood. The redhead had just lit up and very nearly burned a (new) hole into their couch by dropping the cigarette stick on it (again). Hakkai reacted by smothering the poor defenseless smoke with his wet towel, and then used the same damp cloth to lift the stick off the couch and wipe the slight burnt mark it left on the leather. By the time he returned from the kitchen with a new towel and less one useless cigarette stick however, a fresh one was between Gojyo's lips.
The redhead shrugged a not-apology to the reprimanding look he received, reaching up to pull Hakkai down on the couch beside him again. His lover and best friend had just asked him if he wanted him to sleep with their rival gang's leader's stepmother-how could a guy not want a cigarette after that, right? He sighed as Hakkai resumed wiping blood off of the side of his face, and then gently held the brunet's hand and brought the back of it to his lips.
"I...I don't want that. I've never even thought about it before," he said firmly, looking straight and deep into Hakkai's amazing green eyes. "You're not-" Gojyo swallowed thickly, feeling his throat tighten worse than it had when he saw how upset Sanzo's words had made Hakkai last night, "-not that anymore. I'll never ask you to sleep with anyone you don't like." He slipped his other arm, the one not attached to the hand that held Hakkai's, around the brunet's waist possessively. "Hell, I probably won't let you sleep with anyone else besides me even if you did like them. I love you fucking too much to let that happen, you hear me?" he asked, practically demanded, but didn't wait for an answer, leaning over and attacking Hakkai's lips with his own.
Hakkai responded willingly enough, but then again, he always did. It irked Gojyo sometimes, a lot of times actually, how he could never tell if his partner was actually enjoying himself or just...well...playing up to appearing pleasured, like he'd learned how to as a prostitute. But when they finally parted and there was that light in Hakkai's eyes, he knew his message had gotten across and was appreciated.
"I refuse to share you either, Gojyo..." Hakkai said, picking up his towel again. The redhead winced a little as the brunet picked on the dried blood right around and over his wound, tugging slightly at the roots of his hair even, before smiling lazily as Hakkai finally placed a band-aid on the cut and pulled himself up to place a light kiss over it.
He'd have to check if the guy had used those plain, safe, normal ones though. The last time he'd had Hakkai place band-aids on him, the brunet had used kiddie ones that had green turtles all over them. Goku didn't let him live it down until two weeks later, when he had to be patched up by Hakkai and got band-aids with monkeys. Very appropriate. Though Gojyo had to wonder since then why Hakkai had chosen green turtles for him; not that he would have rather had the cockroach-design of course.
"But...why did Sanzo say that to me then?" Hakkai asked, placing down the towel and medical kit on the table in front of them, a good few inches away from Gojyo's propped up feet.
"I...I dunno. He was probably just messing with you, man," he answered awkwardly, shifting as Hakkai reclined over him on the couch, sitting with practically half of his body on top of him. Gojyo slipped his arms around the brunet's waist again and felt him sigh against him.
"You don't think Sanzo's mad at me, do you?" was Hakkai's follow up question. He didn't know why Hakkai was asking him-Goku was a much more reliable source of information when it came to Sanzo, really-but then he'd probably seen him talking with Sanzo last and thought it was about him, especially with the blonde looking positively homicidal, like he'd wanted nothing more than to march over and strangle the brunet to death. Gojyo sighed.
"Nah. More like...he's pissed 'cause he knows he actually needs you around, that he really doesn't have an eye on the back of his head." Gojyo snorted. "You know how Sanzo likes to think he can get by on his own, that he doesn't need anybody else. He likes you okay. Hell, he probably even likes you better than he does me. He just doesn't like it when you show him-throw it at his face from where he stands, I think- that he can't do things alone. It's insulting for him."
Hakkai frowned. "But...I never mean to insult him. I just...I just want to help," the brunet insisted, worrying his bottom lip. Gojyo tightened his arms around his lover's waist. He hadn't meant to upset Hakkai either.
"I know. And Sanzo knows too, I'm sure. He even knows your reason for doing it."
"My reason..?"
"Mh-mm," Gojyo hummed before licking Hakkai's abused lip, tracing a path from it to the brunet's ear with his tongue. Hakkai's hands started to wander, but Gojyo just gave his body one more squeeze before attempting to slip out from under him.
"Now how about a quick shower? And then you can 'help' me too," he wheedled.
'Help', in Gojyo's case, occurred somewhere between the legs. The redhead stood next to their bed, watching Hakkai down on it with his legs spread wide open and his hands on his own hardness, rubbing, stroking, pulling...his mouth wide open and practically begging to be fucked-a perfect voyeuristic view. Having an ex-prostitute as a boyfriend had its plus sides in the sex department for sure, but again Gojyo couldn't help but wonder if the brunet was faking it. He wanted his lover, not a prostitute, and Hakkai was moaning and writhing even though he hasn't even touched him yet.
His libido fading with the serious thoughts that kept him from the here and now, Gojyo started to step back from the sight-until a wet hand closed around his wrist. "Where are you going?" Hakkai asked, sounding confused but his voice so husky and lust-filled the redhead couldn't resist looking back at him. Green eyes met his red ones and Gojyo knew, he knew Hakkai was here with him and waiting to be made love to, not back there and waiting to be fucked. He had him, at least, for tonight.
He relaxed and pulled his hand out of the brunet's loose grip, threading his fingers through soft brown hair. "Nowhere," he lied easily, as if he hadn't really been going anywhere, "but you were taking fucking too long, I..." he shook his head, unable to finish the question, as he watched Hakkai slip off from the bed to the floor. He reached for Gojyo's length and popped the head into his mouth without preamble, the rest of it disappearing within a few seconds. Fucking experienced mouth...Gojyo fought hard the urge to thrust but couldn't, and would have gladly come into Hakkai's mouth if the brunet hadn't suddenly pulled away, a string of saliva and maybe something else dangling in the air between his lips and Gojyo's cock. "Hakkai..." Gojyo growled out in irritation, but his lover just shook his head and gave the tip of the shaft one last lick before climbing back onto the bed.
Gojyo climbed in right after him, over him. He was so hard his eyesight was starting to become blurry and he was just there, almost there but not quite. Still, he managed not to forget himself, first kissing Hakkai on the lips-unbelievably chaste but the fond smile that that got from the brunet was definitely worth it-before making his way down to his lower's chest and lower. He held Hakkai's ass cheeks apart and licked at the brunet's entrance, and was about to start rimming him when he felt a sharp tug on his hair. Gojyo looked up at the interruption, now close to getting really pissed off. Didn't Hakkai see how badly he needed to come already?
"Gojyo-don't. It's okay. I can handle it." He did, apparently. Hakkai wouldn't look at him, his green eyes shut in pleasure, but the redhead could hear the honesty in his voice. Honesty and desperation that almost matched his own, which made the redhead quickly make his mind up.
He entered his lover in one smooth thrust. Hakkai cried out in pain, but it was Gojyo's name and 'yes' that he shouted. Gojyo decided on the side that he could be confused later however, and started moving his hips while reaching for Hakkai's cock. A few strokes and the brunet was coming into his hand, tightening his passage, and Gojyo came right after him.
Hakkai's 'reason' was simple. Or it might just be that Gojyo was a simple man who liked to think of this world in simple terms. Oh, he knew that the world was almost terribly complicated-or fucked up, he thought he liked that term a bit better-but that wasn't going to stop him from thinking as simply as he could. Or not thinking at all, if he could help it, but of course he knew there wasn't helping it. Not unless he did drugs or tried to find oblivion inside a bottle of beer. Which he both did, sometimes, but only when things were really, really bad since fucking oneself stupid came at a pretty hefty price. The drugs anyway; booze was a lot cheaper-sans the added tax of a splitting headache, and the urge to worship a certain porcelain god.
Anyway, even if he described it as being simple, he knew he was right about Hakkai's reason. Hakkai 'helped' not because he was genuinely kind (though that wasn't the same as saying that Hakkai wasn't genuinely kind), but because there was an obligation to, to help and care for the ones who'd rescued him. He was really kind, despite of, or perhaps because of, what he'd gone through, and he would only be able live with himself if he took care of the three of them; made sure they were happy and safe even if they hated him for it. As long as he could give something, he would. Gojyo didn't doubt that he'd even die for them if he had to.
It scared him. He didn't know if Hakkai himself even noticed what he was doing, but both he and Sanzo did, and maybe even Goku was catching on to it. And they knew it was going to be really bad for their friend if he didn't stop soon. He might end up hurting himself worse than his old 'home' had.
And, finally, Gratitude. Everything was all about that, he knew, but Gojyo fiercely hoped everything was something more. Because he really loved Hakkai, damn it, and if they were right, and Hakkai was just making himself believe he was in love with Gojyo because that was what the redhead wanted, then...then...
Series: Saiyuki
Status: One-shot, complete
Rating: R
Pairings: GojyoXHakkai
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and its characters belong to Minekura-sensei, the Saiyuki Project, TV Tokyo, Dentsu and Pierrot, etc.
Warning: Non-worksafe. Some violence, and mentions of prostitution.
Notes: Beta by meicdon13. Written as a gift for kansouamein 7thnight_smut(2008). I'm not particularly fond of this piece, but I'm posting it up as a reminder to myself to finish the other version(s) the prompt gave birth to. Feel free to pressure me!xD
"Come with me. I'll protect you, I promise."
"But...is this really alright?"
"Everything's gonna be okay. If you want to get away from here, I'll help you. Just keep running and don't look back.
"Sanzo, behind you!"
"I fucking know, Hakkai! Shut the fuck up!" Sanzo shouted, glaring at the brunet before quickly turning away and around to punch his attacker in the stomach, his right foot suffering the result of being splashed with the guy's dinner. Disgusting. Letting the bastard crumble to the ground next to his feet and on the mess he'd just made, Sanzo made sure to wipe off all traces of the guy's vomit off of his boot on the guy's shirt. Unsatisfied, he drew the same foot back to kick the guy's middle when-
"Sanzo, another one!"
He pivoted on his other foot and sent the second guy flying sideways with a kick to the middle and towards Hakkai, though he hadn't really planned on it, and the brunet promptly placed the punk out of commission with a chop to the back of his neck. Graceful and delicate; you'd think they were in a multi-player sparring session instead of a dirty street fight. Green Eyes didn't even have a speck of dirt on his clothes and he was wearing white.
"Too bad you don't have eyes at the back of your head, eh, Sanzo?"
"Can it, fanboy. At least I'm carrying my weight around here," Sanzo growled, turning his glare towards the redhead and sharply shrugging off the arm that had been thrown around his shoulders. Gojyo didn't try to place it back, which was a good thing since Sanzo had been just about ready to break it if he did. Instead the redhead bent down, pawing at one of the unconscious bodies. Sanzo frowned. "What? You're into looting now?"
"Shut up, you," Gojyo said, moving on to a different body, and Sanzo's amethyst eyes widened a fraction as he saw the nasty gash on the redhead's temple. The wound was hard to spot because of Gojyo's hair color, but it was there, a clean cut that bled into hair that had few differences with red human blood. It kept the blonde from saying anything else as Gojyo continued his search, straightening about a minute later with a small knife in hand.
"I thought you told Kougaiji 'no knives and no guns'?" Gojyo asked, throwing the blade on top of the body he'd just been searching. It was soon followed by another knife, a bit longer and blood-stained, probably the one that had cut the redhead. "Fucking Houtou," he cursed, referring to the group they were fighting right now.
Sanzo's frown deepened as he tried to find Kougaiji in the dark city square. He could say a lot of things about the other redhead, but dishonorable was not one of them. Still, if Houtou's leader carried a weapon himself...There he was, fighting Goku as usual. And still with his bare fists while Goku had picked up what looked like a wooden staff of some sort. Sanzo pointed them out to Gojyo, who had a harder time seeing the two in the gloom.
"Must be the bitch again then," Gojyo growled, looking even more pissed. Sanzo had to wonder if the reason that Gojyo was so cross was that his older brother wasn't there tonight, but then again the redhead would always get a bit worked up whenever they talked about Kougaiji's stepmother. Dokugakuji (who Gojyo still called Jien outside the gang wars), in a chance meeting, had told them about her before and how badly she treated Kougaiji. Gojyo, in a drunken ramble, had told them once about how she reminded her of their own abusive mother. "Fuck her," he had said then, and repeated now.
"Oh. Well, I don't think Sanzo would find that very pleasant," a quiet, melodic voice joined their conversation, and both boys looked up to see Hakkai approaching them. Most of what was left of Houtou either had run away or was helping their unconscious and/or beaten up comrades get away, and the only ones left really fighting now were Kougaiji and Goku.
Sanzo watched Goku straddle the gang leader's waist and land a few punches on the arrogant bastard's face before being thrown off. When he turned to look back at Gojyo, the redhead was still staring at Hakkai, unable to recover from the oddity of the brunet's statement. Hakkai was smart, smarter than Gojyo and maybe even smarter than Sanzo himself, but his...history and personality...make him slow in certain situations. You'd think the redhead would have realized what kind of situations those were by now.
Sanzo smirked.
"Actually, I think he meant for you to go fuck her," he said maliciously and watched as alarm replace the dazed look in Gojyo's blood red eyes. The redhead opened his mouth to let out a quick and probably stuttered protest, but Hakkai was quicker.
"Ah. Well...if that's what Gojyo thinks is for the best..." the brunet said, a painful-looking smile slipping onto his face that made Sanzo's little revenge on him over the calling out earlier not worth it at all even combined with Gojyo's discomfort. Anyone else probably would have thought the brunet was joking, but the two men there with him knew he wasn't. Sanzo scowled as he realized that he, too, was feeling uncomfortable now.
"Sanzo!" Gojyo finally managed to dislodge the tennis ball that had suddenly appeared in the middle of his throat. He wasn't the only one who shouted the blonde's name at that time though, and all three turned to watch the last member of their little (but impossibly infamous) gang running towards them.
"Kougaiji had Dokugakuji on look out. They said the cops are coming! We better go!"
"So...do you really want me to sleep with Kougaiji's stepmother?" Hakkai asked much later, around two in the morning, in the privacy of their apartment, carefully pressing the corner of a wet towel against Gojyo's temple to clean off dried blood. The redhead had just lit up and very nearly burned a (new) hole into their couch by dropping the cigarette stick on it (again). Hakkai reacted by smothering the poor defenseless smoke with his wet towel, and then used the same damp cloth to lift the stick off the couch and wipe the slight burnt mark it left on the leather. By the time he returned from the kitchen with a new towel and less one useless cigarette stick however, a fresh one was between Gojyo's lips.
The redhead shrugged a not-apology to the reprimanding look he received, reaching up to pull Hakkai down on the couch beside him again. His lover and best friend had just asked him if he wanted him to sleep with their rival gang's leader's stepmother-how could a guy not want a cigarette after that, right? He sighed as Hakkai resumed wiping blood off of the side of his face, and then gently held the brunet's hand and brought the back of it to his lips.
"I...I don't want that. I've never even thought about it before," he said firmly, looking straight and deep into Hakkai's amazing green eyes. "You're not-" Gojyo swallowed thickly, feeling his throat tighten worse than it had when he saw how upset Sanzo's words had made Hakkai last night, "-not that anymore. I'll never ask you to sleep with anyone you don't like." He slipped his other arm, the one not attached to the hand that held Hakkai's, around the brunet's waist possessively. "Hell, I probably won't let you sleep with anyone else besides me even if you did like them. I love you fucking too much to let that happen, you hear me?" he asked, practically demanded, but didn't wait for an answer, leaning over and attacking Hakkai's lips with his own.
Hakkai responded willingly enough, but then again, he always did. It irked Gojyo sometimes, a lot of times actually, how he could never tell if his partner was actually enjoying himself or just...well...playing up to appearing pleasured, like he'd learned how to as a prostitute. But when they finally parted and there was that light in Hakkai's eyes, he knew his message had gotten across and was appreciated.
"I refuse to share you either, Gojyo..." Hakkai said, picking up his towel again. The redhead winced a little as the brunet picked on the dried blood right around and over his wound, tugging slightly at the roots of his hair even, before smiling lazily as Hakkai finally placed a band-aid on the cut and pulled himself up to place a light kiss over it.
He'd have to check if the guy had used those plain, safe, normal ones though. The last time he'd had Hakkai place band-aids on him, the brunet had used kiddie ones that had green turtles all over them. Goku didn't let him live it down until two weeks later, when he had to be patched up by Hakkai and got band-aids with monkeys. Very appropriate. Though Gojyo had to wonder since then why Hakkai had chosen green turtles for him; not that he would have rather had the cockroach-design of course.
"But...why did Sanzo say that to me then?" Hakkai asked, placing down the towel and medical kit on the table in front of them, a good few inches away from Gojyo's propped up feet.
"I...I dunno. He was probably just messing with you, man," he answered awkwardly, shifting as Hakkai reclined over him on the couch, sitting with practically half of his body on top of him. Gojyo slipped his arms around the brunet's waist again and felt him sigh against him.
"You don't think Sanzo's mad at me, do you?" was Hakkai's follow up question. He didn't know why Hakkai was asking him-Goku was a much more reliable source of information when it came to Sanzo, really-but then he'd probably seen him talking with Sanzo last and thought it was about him, especially with the blonde looking positively homicidal, like he'd wanted nothing more than to march over and strangle the brunet to death. Gojyo sighed.
"Nah. More like...he's pissed 'cause he knows he actually needs you around, that he really doesn't have an eye on the back of his head." Gojyo snorted. "You know how Sanzo likes to think he can get by on his own, that he doesn't need anybody else. He likes you okay. Hell, he probably even likes you better than he does me. He just doesn't like it when you show him-throw it at his face from where he stands, I think- that he can't do things alone. It's insulting for him."
Hakkai frowned. "But...I never mean to insult him. I just...I just want to help," the brunet insisted, worrying his bottom lip. Gojyo tightened his arms around his lover's waist. He hadn't meant to upset Hakkai either.
"I know. And Sanzo knows too, I'm sure. He even knows your reason for doing it."
"My reason..?"
"Mh-mm," Gojyo hummed before licking Hakkai's abused lip, tracing a path from it to the brunet's ear with his tongue. Hakkai's hands started to wander, but Gojyo just gave his body one more squeeze before attempting to slip out from under him.
"Now how about a quick shower? And then you can 'help' me too," he wheedled.
'Help', in Gojyo's case, occurred somewhere between the legs. The redhead stood next to their bed, watching Hakkai down on it with his legs spread wide open and his hands on his own hardness, rubbing, stroking, pulling...his mouth wide open and practically begging to be fucked-a perfect voyeuristic view. Having an ex-prostitute as a boyfriend had its plus sides in the sex department for sure, but again Gojyo couldn't help but wonder if the brunet was faking it. He wanted his lover, not a prostitute, and Hakkai was moaning and writhing even though he hasn't even touched him yet.
His libido fading with the serious thoughts that kept him from the here and now, Gojyo started to step back from the sight-until a wet hand closed around his wrist. "Where are you going?" Hakkai asked, sounding confused but his voice so husky and lust-filled the redhead couldn't resist looking back at him. Green eyes met his red ones and Gojyo knew, he knew Hakkai was here with him and waiting to be made love to, not back there and waiting to be fucked. He had him, at least, for tonight.
He relaxed and pulled his hand out of the brunet's loose grip, threading his fingers through soft brown hair. "Nowhere," he lied easily, as if he hadn't really been going anywhere, "but you were taking fucking too long, I..." he shook his head, unable to finish the question, as he watched Hakkai slip off from the bed to the floor. He reached for Gojyo's length and popped the head into his mouth without preamble, the rest of it disappearing within a few seconds. Fucking experienced mouth...Gojyo fought hard the urge to thrust but couldn't, and would have gladly come into Hakkai's mouth if the brunet hadn't suddenly pulled away, a string of saliva and maybe something else dangling in the air between his lips and Gojyo's cock. "Hakkai..." Gojyo growled out in irritation, but his lover just shook his head and gave the tip of the shaft one last lick before climbing back onto the bed.
Gojyo climbed in right after him, over him. He was so hard his eyesight was starting to become blurry and he was just there, almost there but not quite. Still, he managed not to forget himself, first kissing Hakkai on the lips-unbelievably chaste but the fond smile that that got from the brunet was definitely worth it-before making his way down to his lower's chest and lower. He held Hakkai's ass cheeks apart and licked at the brunet's entrance, and was about to start rimming him when he felt a sharp tug on his hair. Gojyo looked up at the interruption, now close to getting really pissed off. Didn't Hakkai see how badly he needed to come already?
"Gojyo-don't. It's okay. I can handle it." He did, apparently. Hakkai wouldn't look at him, his green eyes shut in pleasure, but the redhead could hear the honesty in his voice. Honesty and desperation that almost matched his own, which made the redhead quickly make his mind up.
He entered his lover in one smooth thrust. Hakkai cried out in pain, but it was Gojyo's name and 'yes' that he shouted. Gojyo decided on the side that he could be confused later however, and started moving his hips while reaching for Hakkai's cock. A few strokes and the brunet was coming into his hand, tightening his passage, and Gojyo came right after him.
Hakkai's 'reason' was simple. Or it might just be that Gojyo was a simple man who liked to think of this world in simple terms. Oh, he knew that the world was almost terribly complicated-or fucked up, he thought he liked that term a bit better-but that wasn't going to stop him from thinking as simply as he could. Or not thinking at all, if he could help it, but of course he knew there wasn't helping it. Not unless he did drugs or tried to find oblivion inside a bottle of beer. Which he both did, sometimes, but only when things were really, really bad since fucking oneself stupid came at a pretty hefty price. The drugs anyway; booze was a lot cheaper-sans the added tax of a splitting headache, and the urge to worship a certain porcelain god.
Anyway, even if he described it as being simple, he knew he was right about Hakkai's reason. Hakkai 'helped' not because he was genuinely kind (though that wasn't the same as saying that Hakkai wasn't genuinely kind), but because there was an obligation to, to help and care for the ones who'd rescued him. He was really kind, despite of, or perhaps because of, what he'd gone through, and he would only be able live with himself if he took care of the three of them; made sure they were happy and safe even if they hated him for it. As long as he could give something, he would. Gojyo didn't doubt that he'd even die for them if he had to.
It scared him. He didn't know if Hakkai himself even noticed what he was doing, but both he and Sanzo did, and maybe even Goku was catching on to it. And they knew it was going to be really bad for their friend if he didn't stop soon. He might end up hurting himself worse than his old 'home' had.
And, finally, Gratitude. Everything was all about that, he knew, but Gojyo fiercely hoped everything was something more. Because he really loved Hakkai, damn it, and if they were right, and Hakkai was just making himself believe he was in love with Gojyo because that was what the redhead wanted, then...then...