Saiyuki Fanfic: Proxy
Title: Proxy
Series: Saiyuki
Status: One-shot, complete
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: DokugakujiXHakkai
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and its characters belong to Minekura-sensei, the Saiyuki Project, TV Tokyo, Dentsu and Pierrot, etc.
Warning: Non-worksafe. Leather fetish, butt fetish, voyeurism (sort of), mentions of incest, masturbation.
Notes: Written as a gift for amikko in yuletide_smut (2008). I used Dokugakuji's first outfit here, the topless one with leather pants and a couple of leather straps keeping his armor in place on his shoulder. The 'straps' mentioned in here would be those; I really couldn't think of anything better to call them with. Also, I made use of the info in his profile that he has a butt fetish. Beta by the lovely, lovely kispexi2.
He should have just kept walking. Turning back was his first mistake of the night.
Dokugakuji was not a sheltered youkai. A dark alley like that, squeezed between a bar and an abandoned building; he could easily recognize the sounds coming from inside for what they where. He didn't have to look to know what was going on in there, but look he did, though the sight didn't hit home until he was a good few blocks away. When it finally did, however, he was back down the road and in that alley himself faster than you could say the phrase 'emerald green'.
Dokugakuji idly wondered where was the rest of the Sanzo-ikkou was Dokugakuji's idle thought as he grabbed the shoulder of the closest guy and turned him around. The rather short, portly human only had time to raise his head to look at Doku in the eyes before he gave him a punch hard enough to send him sprawling, which alerted the other two men to his presence. Hakkai slid down the wall he had been pressed up against as they let him go, his legs folded underneath him, and Dokugakuji frowned as the healer didn't even try to get back on his feet.
Was he injured that badly? The youkai couldn't tell with the poor lighting inside the alleyway, and then the two men were blocking his view of the brunet. Both of them made a lunge for Dokugakuji, who side-stepped one of them before tripping the other. They fell on their drunken asses, dumb looks on their faces. They had either drank too much or were on drugs, not that Doku could care less. But how had they managed to force themselves on Hakkai? Surely a member of the famous Sanzo-ikkou was more than capable of handling a couple of intoxicated idiots.
Doku looked over his shoulder behind him, assessing the brunet who remained sitting on the alley's dirty floor. Hakkai's layman sash was nowhere within sight and his tunic was open at the neck, a sliver of skin exposed to what little light filtered in from the streets. It glistened with saliva, making Dokugakuji's stomach churn just a little. His eyes slid down the length of Hakkai's torso and lower, to below the waist. The brunet's pants were still buttoned and zipped, and Dokugakuji heaved a mental sigh of relief. So the bastards hadn't gone too far. But what had happened?
They must have ambushed him, caught him off-guard --though Dokugakuji had never heard any of the ikkou being caught with his guard down before. Even his brother, who on more than one occasion had been sent an assassin at night, when they were sure the redhead had company and would be an easy target (much to Doku's chagrin), had never once had trouble dealing with unexpected visitors. And he knew Hakkai to be most sensible one, careful and meticulous with everything....
A low pained groan made Dokugakuji afraid Hakkai had a concussion or something worse. They might be enemies but he couldn't just leave Hakkai here all alone like this. For one thing, the guy was his little brother's best friend and Gojyo would never forgive him if he did. And for another, he knew Yaone had a thing for this one. Sort of. She wouldn't forgive him either if she knew he left Hakkai in a dirty alley with the rest of the Sanzo-ikkou nowhere in sight.
Better get the guy to her back at the inn then. Yaone could fix him up good as new and tomorrow, they'd meet Gojyo and the others to return something to them instead of trying to steal something from them. Somehow, he didn't think Kou would really mind the change in plans. The relationship between the ikkou and their own group was strange like that.
The ruffians weren't the kind of garbage his sword was meant for but he wouldn't be able to tend to Hakkai with them lying around. Dokugakuji sighed as he summoned his sword while the three struggled to get back to their feet. When they went running out of the alley at first sight of the large, curved blade, he was rightfully smug. And grateful that he didn't have to come up with a cheesy-sounding threat to get them to leave.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked the only other occupant of the alleyway now, sitting down on his heels in front of Hakkai and lightly patting his cheek with one of his hands, then holding his face up, trying to make eye contact. Yaone and even Lirin, who had had the most number of encounters with the ikkou among all four of them, had on more than one occasion said this one's eyes were beautiful. Doku had never really gotten close enough to Hakkai to tell for himself, though right now, this close, he couldn't see what was so special about the dull-looking green eyes that stared right back at him and through him. Female youkai had strange tastes.
"Are you alright?" Doku asked again, famous last words before the decidedly masculine yet still delicate chin he held in his hand lifted, and then Hakkai was leaning towards him for a kiss.
Hard and abrupt, but sweet all the same. Hakkai's lips surprisingly weren't as soft as how the rest of the man looked, but he tasted a bit like a woman. Not that Dokugakuji was in any position to make a comparison. The only woman he'd ever gone to bed with was his mother, and her kisses had always been salty with grief and bitter with desperation.
Hakkai's lips felt moist against his dry and chapped ones, but not with tears. Struggling away from the unpleasant direction his thoughts had made a turn to, Dokugakuji went with his instincts and pressed forward, leading Hakkai into opening his mouth by opening his own. Slipping his tongue into the other's mouth, he found the sweet taste even sharper there, but mixed with something bitter. Alcohol. Hakkai had been drinking, but was he drunk?
"Dokugakuji-san," Hakkai whispered as they parted for air, tilting his face up further towards Dokugakuji's. Doku felt slim fingers gripping his short hair and on his nape, and then Hakkai was pulling him down, to suck at his neck. His hands wandered in turn, slipping into Hakkai's shirt and pants. They slowly inched in opposite directions, one up to the middle of Hakkai's back, the other down to his ass. Hakkai moaned into their kiss as he squeezed one cheek, and Dokugakuji's hand quickly moved to give the other the same treatment. He had an incredibly tight ass. Doku had a thing for gorgeous butts, though you’ll never hear him admit it out loud. It was an embarrassing weakness of his, and it was only too easy to lose himself in the feel of Hakkai’s.
Something outside the alley reflected light from the streets and right on Dokugakuji's strangely still open eyes. Pulling his hands away from Hakkai to shield his face, Dokugakuji jerked back. And stared. What the fuck had he been doing?
He had been fooling around with his little brother's best friend, that was what. Hell, they were maybe even more than best friends. He knew Gojyo was bi, and now it looked as if Hakkai was too. Even though they fought separately, the two were always looking out for each other out there. He wouldn't be surprised if they really were together...oh shit.
"A-aphrodisiac."
"What?" Doku asked, raising his head to look at Hakkai.
"Aphrodisiac," Hakkai repeated, his body visibly shaking with the effort not to jump Doku. "They said they g-gave me something s-special," he continued, before finally curling into himself after violently batting Doku's hands away from his shoulders. "Please! Leave me alone!" he asked, sounding desperate. Dokugakuji frowned before reaching for him again.
"I can't. Gojyo will kill me," Doku answered, hoisting Hakkai to his feet. Would likely kill him for the thoughts running through his head right about now too, but at least he wouldn't have the guilt of having left Hakkai for strangers weighing down on his conscience. He just had to make sure he didn't take care of him too well.
"Let's go," Doku said, gritting his teeth as he closed Hakkai's tunic where it opened to reveal a torn undershirt and his chest, before slinging the other's arm over his shoulder and started his way back to the inn they were staying at.
After fighting off Hakkai’s groping hands almost the entire way back to the inn, Doku had been ready with the rope they used to park the dragons with. Before he could tie him to the bed however, Yaone had kicked him out of his own room--the inn was full, Yaone and Lirin even had to share one room--, and told him she'd be fine. Doku sat outside in the hallway with his back to the door, trying to listen in on what was going on inside, but heard nothing but silence occasionally broken by light conversation. He'd expected Hakkai to jump Yaone as soon as he'd left, but he seemed to be behaving himself well. Dokugakuji didn't really want to have to kick his ass so that was good, if a bit confusing. He let himself relax and climbed down to the lounge area of the inn to get warmer.
About half an hour later Yaone joined him, looking not the least bit molested, her robe tied securely around her. There was even a small smile on her face, the kind she usually wore after their group face-offs with the Sanzo-ikkou. She stood next to him in front of the fireplace.
'How is he?' should be the question, but what came out of Dokugakuji was "How are you?" Their healer and apothecarist looked at him sternly, the smile on her lips replaced with a slight frown, before shaking her head.
"I'm fine," she said, actually sounding a little miffed. "Hakkai's a real gentleman, you know. There's no need to treat him like some rabid animal," she continued, eyeing the coils of rope still in Doku's hand with great distaste. Dokugakuji was quick to hand them over to her, and the smile reappeared on her face, though it seemed more mischievous than pleased. "Lord Kougaiji said--"
"--Kou knows he's here?" Dokugakuji asked, cutting her off. He'd completely forgotten to inform their lord.
"Yes. I'm actually surprised you didn't go to him right away. He was looking for you in your room and saw Hakkai--What's with that look? Really! What has Hakkai ever done to you that you seem to hate him so much?"
Dokugakuji didn't know what his face must have looked like right then, but he quickly tried to school it into a neutral expression. Yaone didn't seem too concerned, so Kougaiji was fine. So much for his theory that maybe Hakkai wasn't bisexual but only into men, and that's why he hadn't tried to make any advances on Yaone. Or maybe the aphrodisiac's effects had already worn off?
"Anyway, Lord Kougaiji said you can sleep with him tonight if you're giving your room to Hakkai." The words were casual enough, but the way Yaone said them made the blood rise to Dokugakuji's cheeks. “Hakkai’s got bruises all over his body, and they look fresh, but not serious. I think we should let him stay the night here though. This town is big, and the place the Sanzo-ikkou could be anywhere. He says he doesn’t have the town memorized yet, and it would be tricky finding his way back at this hour.”
Dokugakuji nodded his head, finding nothing to make a fuss about. He hadn’t meant to use his room tonight anyway, even though Kougaiji had told him he could just sleep tonight if he was too tired to spend it with him. “Anything else? You should go back to your room before Lirin wakes up and finds you missing.” She’d think they’d gone without her and probably wake the entire inn up with an outburst.
“I don’t think so. Lady Lirin sleeps like a log,” Yaone replied, pressing the end of a sleeve to her lips to muffle her light laughter. “But, yes, I think I’ll go back to bed. Good night, Dokugakuji,” she told him, kissing him on one cheek. She gently tapped two fingers against the side of his neck before leaving, and Dokugakuji found himself wincing. It wasn’t until she was gone that he realized it was a hickey she’d been hitting.
Dokugakuji stood outside his room, feeling a little nervous. Why should he be though? Sure, Hakkai was a great kisser, and he probably wouldn’t be able to resist him if he latched on to him again. But as long as Hakkai didn’t, he’d be fine. The youkai had been alone with Yaone, and Kou had been in his room too, and he hadn’t tried hitting on either of them. The aphrodisiac’s effects must have worn off already, right?
Besides, he wasn’t staying long. He was only going to change into the robe provided by the inn. He had seen Kou wearing his earlier, and he had told him there was one in every room. A robe would definitely be more comfortable to sleep in than his leather pants, and would be easier to take off, if the night led to that.
Feeling a lot calmer, Dokugakuji entered the room. The first thing he noticed was the bed, with Hakkai sitting on it, facing the bathroom with his side to Dokugakuji. His tunic was gone and he sat wearing a long-sleeved black shirt. It was torn at the chest and even from where he stood at the door, Doku could see the expanse of smooth skin it revealed. This could actually be a bit harder than he thought it would be...Doku swallowed and quickly moved towards the bathroom, to grab the robe hanging from the hooks lined on the wall next to it. He could feel Hakkai’s eyes on his back as he unclasped his only piece of 'armor’ from the leather straps that kept the guard on his shoulder.
“You should stay here tonight. Gojyo must be really worried about you and looking for you right now, but I don’t think he’ll see you even if you go stand outside this inn...'Sides, that’ll serve him right. He’s the one who lost you, isn’t he? Stupid brat,” Doku said, the last two words coming out almost fondly.
He remembered Gojyo as a child, practically turning the house upside down in search of his stuffed fox, the only toy Jien had ever managed to give his little brother. He’d stood watching and never lifted a finger, his own attempts at teaching the child the lessons their mother never would. It had worked like a charm. Gojyo learned to tell what was really important to him, and how he should take care of them.
Or so he had thought. It looked as if he’d forgotten already. And Jien had been proud of himself as his younger brother’s teacher back then too. Dokugakuji snorted to himself as he started to unbuckle the straps from his pants.
“No, don’t!“
“ Huh?” Doku asked intelligently, turning around. Hakkai was looking at him as if he was about to kill his pet dragon or something.
“Don’t take those off!” Hakkai shouted, and then Dokugakuji found out for himself just how fast he could be. He was left with just enough time to steel himself to catch him and avoid being tackled to the floor as Hakkai threw himself at him.
“Hey, Hakkai--” he started to say, but the other’s lips had pressed against his before he could get anything else out. It didn’t take much for Dokugakuji to give in to the kiss, opening his mouth readily at the coaxing of a skillful tongue. But before the slick muscle could slide in, Doku hurriedly pushed his tongue inside Hakkai’s mouth, taking control of the kiss.
Hakkai’s fingers were traveling up from his waist to his shoulder, sliding over his straps. When they reached his shoulder, they slid back down again and Doku squirmed as they ghosted over his stomach, feeling ticklish. One hand remained around his hip while the other slid down to cup him through his pants. Dokugakuji’s hiss of pleasure was barely audible even to his own ears underneath Hakkai’s moans.
He watched him slide down to his knees on the floor, his face stopping right in front of Dokugakuji’s crotch. He licked the front of his pants without hesitating at all, and while Doku barely felt any pressure from it, the sight was enough to bring him to full hardness. Leather pants had little give though, and it hurt. Hakkai made a sound of protest as Doku pulled his head away by the hair, but let Doku open his pants and release his straining cock. Although when he tried to unbuckle the straps to be able to remove his pants all the way, his hands were once again batted away. He would have objected, if Hakkai had not chosen right then to lick the head of his member. Doku groaned, gripping soft brown locks tighter.
Who would have thought Hakkai would be so good at sucking cock? Doku leaned against the wall behind him, the metal coat hooks on the wall pressing cold and hard but not really painful against his nape. Placing most of his weight on his back, he arched and started thrusting into Hakkai’s warm mouth in earnest, resisting the urge to let his eyes to roll to the back of his head and kept staring into Hakkai’s face. Hakkai couldn't take him all the way in, but the sight of his soft lips wrapped around the girth of Doku's cock was gorgeous, far more erotic than the pornography that creepy doctor would sometimes deliberately leave lying around just to embarrass them. It felt fucking wonderful too. It did not take long for Doku to come, grunting as his seed spilled down Hakkai's throat.
Coming down from his orgasm, he pulled Hakkai up to kiss those beautiful lips. Hakkai kissed him back willingly enough, and his saliva mixed with Doku’s come tasted strange, but not unpleasant. When Doku opened his eyes and met the healer’s green ones however, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine and immediately jerked away from him, painfully but quickly tucking himself back into his pants.
He knew those eyes. He had seen the emotions swimming on their surface before, years ago, in his mother’s eyes. They had been of a different color and set in a different face, but the way Hakkai was looking at him right now was the same, exactly the same. Placing a hand over the other’s eyes, Dokugakuji tried not to gag on the taste of bile that had risen to his throat at the unwelcome memory of his mother looking up at him after a head far less enjoyable than the one Hakkai had just given him.
Hakkai did not want this. Or, rather, he did not want this with him Dokugakuji would have snorted if the situation had been any lighter. Was this his family’s way of getting back at him for abandoning them? They were all managing to fuck with him even though not one of them was there. In Hakkai he could see his desperate mother only too clearly, and as he had been a replacement for his father then, he was a replacement for his younger brother now. The situation was no less wrong but he actually wanted it, this time. He also knew that he could stop it now when he been unable to before. He was not going to let his mother happen to him again.
He groaned in pleasure as, even blinded, Hakkai groped him and had him semi-hard with a few firm strokes to his cock. Dokugakuji grit his teeth and flipped them over so that the healer’s back was against the bathroom door, with Dokugakuji standing in front of him. Wrapping an arm around Hakkai’s waist so that he would not fall, Doku opened the door and bodily moved Hakkai inside.
The first thing that caught his eyes was the large tub. Raising an eyebrow at it--he did not think Kougaiji could be so extravagant--, he decided he did not have the time to fill it up and half-carried half-dragged Hakkai towards the shower stall. He turned the knob for the cold water and thrust him under the spray without bothering to strip him of his remaining clothing, very nearly dropping him as the water hit his arms and he found out for himself just how ice cold it was. If this did not snap Hakkai out of it, he didn’t know what would.
Letting him get wet with his clothes on had been a big mistake, his second of the night. Hakkai had only stood under the spray for about two minutes before struggling out of his grasp and running out of the bathroom, but that two minutes had been enough to get him thoroughly drenched. The way his black shirt and darkened khaki pants had clung to his body like second skin had been sinfully sexy, even more so than if he had been naked. It was all Dokugakuji could do to keep his hands to himself and not grab his perky butt when he ran past.
And now his hands were on himself, on his raging erection which stood stiffly against his belly. No way was he going to take a cold shower, not with how cold the water was at this inn. His hands were like gloves of ice, which actually felt good against his flushed skin. They’d warm soon enough. Dokugakuji sighed and stroked himself once, to see if it would help him decide whether he should wait for the erection to go away or just to wank off. It sure did. Hissing, Doku climbed into the empty tub and sat inside, legs stretched and spread open in front of him.
He closed his eyes and tried thinking of Kougaiji. He should have just gone to his prince and have him take care of this-- he wouldn’t ask how he got this way, Kougaiji wasn’t like that-- but he’d have to pass Hakkai in the bedroom. Hakkai in his wet clothes that showed every curve and plane of his beautiful body. Shit. Unbidden, Kougaiji’s image fell away to be replaced by Hakkai in a pair of pants exactly like Dokugakuji’s, only smaller, fitting him tightly. But, hell, it was the guy who seemed to have a penchant for leather, not him. Still...
With one hand steadily pumping his cock, Dokugakuji squeezed his thigh with the other and licked his lips. Behind closed lids he stood right in front of Hakkai now, his hand clenching and unclenching around the other’s ass and their lips locked in a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Dokugakuji groaned, even as he thought of how Gojyo would really kill him if he ever found out that he had been thinking of his lover while jerking off. And at the thought of his younger brother-- what the fuck!-- Gojyo was there.
Dokugakuji tried not to imagine the hurt look in those red eyes, the one Gojyo used to wear as a kid when Jien would lead their mother out of the room and away from him. He probably thought that his older brother was stealing all the affection for himself again, but didn’t he ever think that Jien never wanted any of it? He loved his mother, but he wanted to be just her son. He accepted the responsibility of taking care of their family but he never wanted to be a replacement for their father.
If anything should kill his erection, the appearance of his brother should be it. But just as his passion was beginning to wane with his gloomy thoughts, he pictured Gojyo yanking Hakkai out of his arms and biting into his neck, marking him as his. With Hakkai’s back against his younger brother’s chest, he stood facing Dokugakuji, and the swordsman felt his cock rise to full hardness again at the sight of Gojyo’s hands sliding into the tight leather pants and bringing Hakkai’s out.
His other hand lifted from his thigh to join the one around his drooling member, stroking it in time with the movement of Gojyo’s hands. The pair stood a few feet away from him, but Hakkai’s moans seem to be breathed right into his ear. He kept himself from coming for as long as he could but still had his orgasm before Hakkai, who came right after him. The last thing he saw before he opened his eyes and the fantasy gave way to the dimly lit bathroom was Gojyo’s haughty smirk.
Stupid brat.
“What are you doing sitting on the floor?” Dokugakuji asked when he finally came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, too relaxed from his recent personal activity to feel properly nervous as he knelt down next to Hakkai. Hakkai looked up at the sound of his voice with a smile that even Dokugakuji, who barely knew anything about him, could tell was fake. But while it wavered, the smile was there.
“I didn’t want to get your bed wet,” he answered, then turned his eyes down towards the small pool of water that had formed underneath him on the floor. “I’m sorry about this...”
“Forget it,” Doku said, shaking his head. “Give me a sec.” He ducked back into the bathroom to grab another towel for Hakkai to dry himself off with. It was a wonder he wasn’t shivering from the cold, but then again Doku had been inside the bathroom for quite awhile. Biting the inside of his cheek, he returned to the bedroom and handed Hakkai the towel.
“Here.”
“Thank you,” Hakkai said, accepting it, and pressed the terry cloth to his hair. Doku wondered what the soft hair felt like wet. When Hakkai moved on to dry his face and neck, he politely turned his back to him to give him some privacy.
“You can get out of those wet clothes if you want,” he said, a suggestion completely devoid of ulterior motives to get the brunet naked. He felt Hakkai pause behind him, and then heard another polite thank you. The sound of clothes being removed followed and Doku struggled for something neutral they could talk about. What had just happened was obviously not something good.
“Yaone said we should let you stay here for the night,” he said, “but I can help you find your way back to where the rest of your ikkou is staying.” In truth he was really tired and ready to hit the sack, but he didn’t want to slip into Kougaiji’s bed this late at night and disturb the prince’s sleep. There was no way he could let Hakkai take the floor, but he didn’t want to sleep on it either. Besides, Hakkai should be re-united with Gojyo, just in case the aphrodisiac took effect again. After the delicious little show his suddenly perverted imagination had made for him, there was no doubt in Doku’s mind that his brother belonged to Hakkai and no other.
Behind him, Hakkai gasped softly and the sounds of his movements ceased. “No,” he choked out, “Please. The aphrodisiac might still take effect.”
Which was exactly why Hakkai needed to get back to the others as soon as possible. Doku didn’t want to bring it up, but Hakkai seemed to care more about not being made to go. He waited for an explanation as to why he didn’t, but none came, as if what had been said was enough.
“Gojyo can help you with that,” Doku said, trying to have some measure of tactfulness. Even soaking wet on a hotel room floor, there was something prim and proper about Hakkai.
“No. No, he can’t.”
“Why? He’s your lover, isn’t he?”
“No, he’s not.”
“What?“
He had to turn around then, in surprise. Hakkai had stripped down to his boxer shorts and quickly tried to hide his body by curling in on himself, but it was not embarrassment that Dokugakuji saw when he looked into his green eyes. He could not tell what was there instead, but with Hakkai free from the aphrodisiac’s effects his eyes were clear, and they almost took Dokugakuji’s breath away with how beautiful they were.
“...He should be,” he said lamely. Hakkai shook his head.
“It’s...complicated.”
Doku didn’t know what he could say to that. He might be Gojyo’s older brother, but he had missed nearly half of the other’s life. There was a time when he knew his brother best, because his brother had no one but him. That time was so long ago it didn’t matter the slightest in the present. Silence passed between the two of them and he had completely forgotten what they were talking about when Hakkai spoke again.
“I think I’ll be alright by tomorrow. Please don’t let me go back.” His voice was so small and frightened, like Gojyo’s when he had overheard some friends of Jien’s telling him to bring the kid to an orphanage. His brother had begged and sobbed not to be sent away, quietly because Mother was sleeping, and he did not stop crying until Jien told him he’d rather have his arm cut off than leave his little brother behind. Hakkai was not crying right now, but he might as well be, looking just as pitiful as Gojyo had back then.
“Look--”
“I wouldn’t be able to stop myself,” Hakkai cut him off. “I couldn’t, earlier. And Gojyo won’t stop me either. He’d just let it happen. I--I can’t risk that. I don’t want to lose him. But you, you can control me. You already did. Please, Dokugakuji-san,” he begged, and he might as well start crying, really, the desperation in those emerald eyes didn’t look quite as right without tears.
His third and final mistake was to let Hakkai sleep on the bed, and sleep beside him when Hakkai told him he didn’t mind. The bed was large enough for the two of them anyway. Dokugakuji knew from experience that his clothes were terrible to sleep in, so he had slipped on the robe provided by the inn while Hakkai wrapped himself with a spare blanket. His tossing and turning on the bed beside him wasn’t what had woken him up. It was Hakkai’s hard-on rubbing against his hip that did.
The blanket must have fallen away from his body with his restless shifting, though Dokugakuji could not explain how his robe had ended up open, short of Hakkai untying the sash in his sleep. Which was not unlikely, considering he still had the strip of cloth in his hands. Doku lay awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for the other to stop moving against him while knowing he likely wouldn’t. As pre-come from Hakkai’s cock wet his skin, Dokugakuji realized how hard he was as well and cursed under his breath.
He pulled away and sat up in bed. Hakkai made a sound of protest, and humped the air twice before turning over on his stomach to press his erection down on the mattress. His hands refused to let go of the sash of Dokugakuji’s robes. Doku had been ready to leave it when Hakkai suddenly arched, his ass rising and catching his attention. The next moment found him kneeling on the bed and straddling the back of the still sleeping youkai’s thighs.
Dokugakuji palmed Hakkai’s ass cheeks with his one hand, squeezing them as he had in his fantasy and finding them even more beautiful than he had originally thought. His other hand he had moved around Hakkai to wrap around his cock, letting him thrust into it at his own pace. Every time Hakkai pulled back, Dokugakuji’s own erection lightly rubbed against the delicious curve of his ass. His hiss of pleasure yet again went unheard under the steady stream of Hakkai’s moans.
Lifting his hand from Hakkai’s buttocks, Dokugakuji turned Hakkai’s head so that he could kiss him. Hakkai’s mouth opened willingly and his tongue came out, Doku immediately pulling it into his own mouth to suck at it. Hands holding his head in place encouraged him, while the rhythm of Hakkai’s thrust became erratic, desperate. He released Hakkai’s tongue to nibble and then suck on his lower lip instead.
Hakkai was awake, and yet had not thrown him off or blasted him with his chi yet. Emboldened, Doku tightened his hand around Hakkai’s cock and moved it counter-point to his thrust, passing his index finger over the slit at every other thrust. He knew the other was really close. Releasing Hakkai’s lip and letting him moan his name-- his, not Gojyo’s-- as loud as he wanted to, Dokugakuji moved his head to the side and bit down on the neck where fantasy Gojyo had, and Hakkai came, shaking lightly in his arms.
“Do-Dokugakuji-san...”
He turned Hakkai on his back and started licking at the wetness on his stomach. A steady stream of moans started pouring out from between the brunet’s lips again, only to be broken by gasps as Dokugakuji pushed his tongue into the converted youkai’s belly button, swirling it around and inside the sensitive depression. Pulling back briefly to quickly lick the fingers of both of his hands, he dived back in while reaching for Hakkai's nipples. He pinched and tugged, and Hakkai shook underneath him. Dokugakuji had not touched his cock again yet but he could already feel it rising against his throat. Pulling away from Hakkai’s navel, he stroked him to full hardness. He then ducked his head to suck at the head, before taking more of his considerable length in.
“Aah..!”
Doku was reminded of his own still rock-hard erection as Hakkai bent one of his knees to put a foot flat on the bed, and he used it to thrust himself up towards Dokugakuji’s warm mouth. The leg brushed against his cock almost painfully, and Doku moaned with need around Hakkai’s hot member. Hakkai answered with a louder, higher-pitched moan of his own, and moved his hand from where it had been fondling the youkai’s balls to his mouth, thrusting two of his fingers inside. When it was sufficiently wet however, Dokugakuji hesitated.
“Hakkai,” he said, but Hakkai had his eyes shut in pleasure and did not seem to hear him. He moved the hand he had on his chest and held the brunet’s face so that he was looking down on him. “Hakkai,” he called again, louder, and the green eyes opened to look at him dazedly.
“Ah...yes?”
He was about to ask him if he was really sure he wanted this but what came out was, “Who am I?”
“I’m sorry?” Hakkai blinked.
“Who am I?” Dokugakuji repeated, not at all liking how the words sounded almost pleading as they tumbled out of him. He also didn’t know if he’d be able to stop himself if Hakkai answered with his brother’s name, even though he’d decided he would. It was a relief beyond words when Hakkai replied with his name, one of his hands gently touching Doku’s face. Did he know? Dokugakuji turned his head and kissed the warm palm.
He knew though that even if Hakkai knew it was Dokugakuji who was here and not Gojyo, Hakkai’s heart still belonged to his brother. Bringing his still wet fingers down to his entrance, he slipped one in, but maneuvered himself at the same time so that Hakkai was faced with his cock, and the other’s erection was right in front of his face.
He slipped the second finger in and started thrusting as he went down on him, bobbing his head quickly. When Hakkai finally took him into his mouth as well, he sucked harder and faster, Hakkai easily catching up to his pace, mimicking. Dokugakuji swallowed Hakkai’s spend as Hakkai came into his mouth, his tight little ass squeezing his fingers so hard he thought they would break, and that was what sent him over the edge, spilling his seed down Hakkai’s throat for the second time that night.
He tiredly moved himself around the bed until he was lying next to Hakkai again, who was already dozing off. Dokugakuji wiped cum off his face with the sleeve of his robe, kissed him on the forehead and then followed him into sleep.
After finding out which part of town the Sanzo-ikkou was staying in the following morning, Dokugakuji offered to walk Hakkai to their inn. Hakkai took him up on it without much fuss, and they went together, talking about their respective ikkou’s antics. When a hurrying mother knocked Hakkai sideways into him as she ran past, Dokugakuji caught and held him without stiffening, and neither of them looked uncomfortable. If one ignored the fact that they had barely acknowledged each other’s existence before last night, nothing seemed to be out of place.
Remembering something he had seen inside the store that they had just walked past, Dokugakuji grabbed Hakkai’s forearm to stop him from continuing forward. “Can you give me a minute?” Doku asked him, and Hakkai looked at him curiously but nodded his head. It took him much longer than a minute to make his purchase and get it wrapped, but he found Hakkai waiting for him patiently when he came back out. He didn’t ask what Doku had bought, and he wondered if Hakkai wasn’t interested, or simply had that much self-restraint.
They arrived at the inn to find Gojyo sitting on a bench outside, smoking. Dokugakuji frowned at the number of crushed cigarette butts on the ground around his little brother’s boots, noticing all of them were of the same brand. His frown deepened as he wondered how old his brother had been when he had picked up the vice. Had Dokugakuji been there he...
“Hakkai!” Gojyo said as he finally noticed them there, and Dokugakuji watched him throw away his cigarette before reaching for his best friend. He thought that they really might as well kiss, the way his brother hugged Hakkai to himself so hard he probably knocked the wind out of him. Gojyo so obviously cared for Hakkai that way, so why hadn’t he gone after him yet?
“Gojyo, I--"
“They spiked your drink, didn’t they?” Gojyo interrupted him, loud enough for Dokugakuji to hear and Hakkai to flush in embarrassment at having last night’s predicament told out loud. “Those bastards went back in and actually had the guts to talk about you in front of me-- probably didn’t realize I was with you 'cause they were really drunk. Couldn’t even tell me what happened 'cept someone beat them up, all three of them, but when I got there, you were already gone. And then Sanzo--”
“Gojyo, it’s OK. I’m fine,” Hakkai said, trying to calm him down, but Gojyo didn’t seem to hear him as he continued to ramble on about how he had spent the entire night looking for Hakkai. Dokugakuji could almost forgive him for losing his best friend in the first place-- almost. Sighing, he stepped forward and poked Gojyo hard on the forehead.
“Hey!” Gojyo exclaimed, and then blinked at him as if only then realizing he was there. “Dokugakuji? What are you doing here?” he asked, releasing Hakkai, who had visibly stiffened at the question. Dokugakuji was supposed to accompany him to the inn and return to Kougaiji right after. Neither of them had really counted on Dokugakuji meeting Gojyo like this. Did Hakkai really think he could tell his brother that they had slept together though? Especially when he knew that Doku knew how much the two of them belonged to each other?
Well, since his stupid brat of a brother was here anyway...
“Here,” Doku said, thrusting the package he had bought towards him. Gojyo turned the parcel in his hands twice before curiously prodding the brown wrapping paper.
“What’s this?”
“A Christmas present. It’ll only get colder from here and you’ll catch your death in cold in that flimsy vest you’re wearing. A long-sleeved jacket’s better than--”
“You bastard,” Gojyo groaned. “'A Christmas present’ would have been enough. This is the first gift you give me in years and you just had to spoil it, didn’t you?” he whined, and Dokugakuji laughed as he watched his little brother tear through the paper before he could describe the jacket any further. Gojyo whistled as he shook it out while behind him, Hakkai’s green eyes had grown impossibly wide.
“It’s made of good leather,” Doku voiced out what Hakkai had just realized, trying not to smirk as he knew Hakkai understood what he was trying to do here. “You better take good care of it. It’ll keep you warm throughout winter.”
“Yeah, yeah. You don’t hafta tell me. I’m not a kid anymore,” Gojyo grumbled, but was obviously pleased by the gift, not even bothering to go inside first as he shrugged off his vest and pulled on the jacket.
“I-it looks really good on you, Gojyo,” Hakkai said, voice shaking a little, and Dokugakuji smirked. Love was a powerful enough aphrodisiac in this case.
“Take care of it,” Doku repeated, reaching over to mess with Gojyo’s hair before leaving.
The End
Series: Saiyuki
Status: One-shot, complete
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: DokugakujiXHakkai
Disclaimer: Saiyuki and its characters belong to Minekura-sensei, the Saiyuki Project, TV Tokyo, Dentsu and Pierrot, etc.
Warning: Non-worksafe. Leather fetish, butt fetish, voyeurism (sort of), mentions of incest, masturbation.
Notes: Written as a gift for amikko in yuletide_smut (2008). I used Dokugakuji's first outfit here, the topless one with leather pants and a couple of leather straps keeping his armor in place on his shoulder. The 'straps' mentioned in here would be those; I really couldn't think of anything better to call them with. Also, I made use of the info in his profile that he has a butt fetish. Beta by the lovely, lovely kispexi2.
He should have just kept walking. Turning back was his first mistake of the night.
Dokugakuji was not a sheltered youkai. A dark alley like that, squeezed between a bar and an abandoned building; he could easily recognize the sounds coming from inside for what they where. He didn't have to look to know what was going on in there, but look he did, though the sight didn't hit home until he was a good few blocks away. When it finally did, however, he was back down the road and in that alley himself faster than you could say the phrase 'emerald green'.
Dokugakuji idly wondered where was the rest of the Sanzo-ikkou was Dokugakuji's idle thought as he grabbed the shoulder of the closest guy and turned him around. The rather short, portly human only had time to raise his head to look at Doku in the eyes before he gave him a punch hard enough to send him sprawling, which alerted the other two men to his presence. Hakkai slid down the wall he had been pressed up against as they let him go, his legs folded underneath him, and Dokugakuji frowned as the healer didn't even try to get back on his feet.
Was he injured that badly? The youkai couldn't tell with the poor lighting inside the alleyway, and then the two men were blocking his view of the brunet. Both of them made a lunge for Dokugakuji, who side-stepped one of them before tripping the other. They fell on their drunken asses, dumb looks on their faces. They had either drank too much or were on drugs, not that Doku could care less. But how had they managed to force themselves on Hakkai? Surely a member of the famous Sanzo-ikkou was more than capable of handling a couple of intoxicated idiots.
Doku looked over his shoulder behind him, assessing the brunet who remained sitting on the alley's dirty floor. Hakkai's layman sash was nowhere within sight and his tunic was open at the neck, a sliver of skin exposed to what little light filtered in from the streets. It glistened with saliva, making Dokugakuji's stomach churn just a little. His eyes slid down the length of Hakkai's torso and lower, to below the waist. The brunet's pants were still buttoned and zipped, and Dokugakuji heaved a mental sigh of relief. So the bastards hadn't gone too far. But what had happened?
They must have ambushed him, caught him off-guard --though Dokugakuji had never heard any of the ikkou being caught with his guard down before. Even his brother, who on more than one occasion had been sent an assassin at night, when they were sure the redhead had company and would be an easy target (much to Doku's chagrin), had never once had trouble dealing with unexpected visitors. And he knew Hakkai to be most sensible one, careful and meticulous with everything....
A low pained groan made Dokugakuji afraid Hakkai had a concussion or something worse. They might be enemies but he couldn't just leave Hakkai here all alone like this. For one thing, the guy was his little brother's best friend and Gojyo would never forgive him if he did. And for another, he knew Yaone had a thing for this one. Sort of. She wouldn't forgive him either if she knew he left Hakkai in a dirty alley with the rest of the Sanzo-ikkou nowhere in sight.
Better get the guy to her back at the inn then. Yaone could fix him up good as new and tomorrow, they'd meet Gojyo and the others to return something to them instead of trying to steal something from them. Somehow, he didn't think Kou would really mind the change in plans. The relationship between the ikkou and their own group was strange like that.
The ruffians weren't the kind of garbage his sword was meant for but he wouldn't be able to tend to Hakkai with them lying around. Dokugakuji sighed as he summoned his sword while the three struggled to get back to their feet. When they went running out of the alley at first sight of the large, curved blade, he was rightfully smug. And grateful that he didn't have to come up with a cheesy-sounding threat to get them to leave.
"Hey, are you alright?" he asked the only other occupant of the alleyway now, sitting down on his heels in front of Hakkai and lightly patting his cheek with one of his hands, then holding his face up, trying to make eye contact. Yaone and even Lirin, who had had the most number of encounters with the ikkou among all four of them, had on more than one occasion said this one's eyes were beautiful. Doku had never really gotten close enough to Hakkai to tell for himself, though right now, this close, he couldn't see what was so special about the dull-looking green eyes that stared right back at him and through him. Female youkai had strange tastes.
"Are you alright?" Doku asked again, famous last words before the decidedly masculine yet still delicate chin he held in his hand lifted, and then Hakkai was leaning towards him for a kiss.
Hard and abrupt, but sweet all the same. Hakkai's lips surprisingly weren't as soft as how the rest of the man looked, but he tasted a bit like a woman. Not that Dokugakuji was in any position to make a comparison. The only woman he'd ever gone to bed with was his mother, and her kisses had always been salty with grief and bitter with desperation.
Hakkai's lips felt moist against his dry and chapped ones, but not with tears. Struggling away from the unpleasant direction his thoughts had made a turn to, Dokugakuji went with his instincts and pressed forward, leading Hakkai into opening his mouth by opening his own. Slipping his tongue into the other's mouth, he found the sweet taste even sharper there, but mixed with something bitter. Alcohol. Hakkai had been drinking, but was he drunk?
"Dokugakuji-san," Hakkai whispered as they parted for air, tilting his face up further towards Dokugakuji's. Doku felt slim fingers gripping his short hair and on his nape, and then Hakkai was pulling him down, to suck at his neck. His hands wandered in turn, slipping into Hakkai's shirt and pants. They slowly inched in opposite directions, one up to the middle of Hakkai's back, the other down to his ass. Hakkai moaned into their kiss as he squeezed one cheek, and Dokugakuji's hand quickly moved to give the other the same treatment. He had an incredibly tight ass. Doku had a thing for gorgeous butts, though you’ll never hear him admit it out loud. It was an embarrassing weakness of his, and it was only too easy to lose himself in the feel of Hakkai’s.
Something outside the alley reflected light from the streets and right on Dokugakuji's strangely still open eyes. Pulling his hands away from Hakkai to shield his face, Dokugakuji jerked back. And stared. What the fuck had he been doing?
He had been fooling around with his little brother's best friend, that was what. Hell, they were maybe even more than best friends. He knew Gojyo was bi, and now it looked as if Hakkai was too. Even though they fought separately, the two were always looking out for each other out there. He wouldn't be surprised if they really were together...oh shit.
"A-aphrodisiac."
"What?" Doku asked, raising his head to look at Hakkai.
"Aphrodisiac," Hakkai repeated, his body visibly shaking with the effort not to jump Doku. "They said they g-gave me something s-special," he continued, before finally curling into himself after violently batting Doku's hands away from his shoulders. "Please! Leave me alone!" he asked, sounding desperate. Dokugakuji frowned before reaching for him again.
"I can't. Gojyo will kill me," Doku answered, hoisting Hakkai to his feet. Would likely kill him for the thoughts running through his head right about now too, but at least he wouldn't have the guilt of having left Hakkai for strangers weighing down on his conscience. He just had to make sure he didn't take care of him too well.
"Let's go," Doku said, gritting his teeth as he closed Hakkai's tunic where it opened to reveal a torn undershirt and his chest, before slinging the other's arm over his shoulder and started his way back to the inn they were staying at.
After fighting off Hakkai’s groping hands almost the entire way back to the inn, Doku had been ready with the rope they used to park the dragons with. Before he could tie him to the bed however, Yaone had kicked him out of his own room--the inn was full, Yaone and Lirin even had to share one room--, and told him she'd be fine. Doku sat outside in the hallway with his back to the door, trying to listen in on what was going on inside, but heard nothing but silence occasionally broken by light conversation. He'd expected Hakkai to jump Yaone as soon as he'd left, but he seemed to be behaving himself well. Dokugakuji didn't really want to have to kick his ass so that was good, if a bit confusing. He let himself relax and climbed down to the lounge area of the inn to get warmer.
About half an hour later Yaone joined him, looking not the least bit molested, her robe tied securely around her. There was even a small smile on her face, the kind she usually wore after their group face-offs with the Sanzo-ikkou. She stood next to him in front of the fireplace.
'How is he?' should be the question, but what came out of Dokugakuji was "How are you?" Their healer and apothecarist looked at him sternly, the smile on her lips replaced with a slight frown, before shaking her head.
"I'm fine," she said, actually sounding a little miffed. "Hakkai's a real gentleman, you know. There's no need to treat him like some rabid animal," she continued, eyeing the coils of rope still in Doku's hand with great distaste. Dokugakuji was quick to hand them over to her, and the smile reappeared on her face, though it seemed more mischievous than pleased. "Lord Kougaiji said--"
"--Kou knows he's here?" Dokugakuji asked, cutting her off. He'd completely forgotten to inform their lord.
"Yes. I'm actually surprised you didn't go to him right away. He was looking for you in your room and saw Hakkai--What's with that look? Really! What has Hakkai ever done to you that you seem to hate him so much?"
Dokugakuji didn't know what his face must have looked like right then, but he quickly tried to school it into a neutral expression. Yaone didn't seem too concerned, so Kougaiji was fine. So much for his theory that maybe Hakkai wasn't bisexual but only into men, and that's why he hadn't tried to make any advances on Yaone. Or maybe the aphrodisiac's effects had already worn off?
"Anyway, Lord Kougaiji said you can sleep with him tonight if you're giving your room to Hakkai." The words were casual enough, but the way Yaone said them made the blood rise to Dokugakuji's cheeks. “Hakkai’s got bruises all over his body, and they look fresh, but not serious. I think we should let him stay the night here though. This town is big, and the place the Sanzo-ikkou could be anywhere. He says he doesn’t have the town memorized yet, and it would be tricky finding his way back at this hour.”
Dokugakuji nodded his head, finding nothing to make a fuss about. He hadn’t meant to use his room tonight anyway, even though Kougaiji had told him he could just sleep tonight if he was too tired to spend it with him. “Anything else? You should go back to your room before Lirin wakes up and finds you missing.” She’d think they’d gone without her and probably wake the entire inn up with an outburst.
“I don’t think so. Lady Lirin sleeps like a log,” Yaone replied, pressing the end of a sleeve to her lips to muffle her light laughter. “But, yes, I think I’ll go back to bed. Good night, Dokugakuji,” she told him, kissing him on one cheek. She gently tapped two fingers against the side of his neck before leaving, and Dokugakuji found himself wincing. It wasn’t until she was gone that he realized it was a hickey she’d been hitting.
Dokugakuji stood outside his room, feeling a little nervous. Why should he be though? Sure, Hakkai was a great kisser, and he probably wouldn’t be able to resist him if he latched on to him again. But as long as Hakkai didn’t, he’d be fine. The youkai had been alone with Yaone, and Kou had been in his room too, and he hadn’t tried hitting on either of them. The aphrodisiac’s effects must have worn off already, right?
Besides, he wasn’t staying long. He was only going to change into the robe provided by the inn. He had seen Kou wearing his earlier, and he had told him there was one in every room. A robe would definitely be more comfortable to sleep in than his leather pants, and would be easier to take off, if the night led to that.
Feeling a lot calmer, Dokugakuji entered the room. The first thing he noticed was the bed, with Hakkai sitting on it, facing the bathroom with his side to Dokugakuji. His tunic was gone and he sat wearing a long-sleeved black shirt. It was torn at the chest and even from where he stood at the door, Doku could see the expanse of smooth skin it revealed. This could actually be a bit harder than he thought it would be...Doku swallowed and quickly moved towards the bathroom, to grab the robe hanging from the hooks lined on the wall next to it. He could feel Hakkai’s eyes on his back as he unclasped his only piece of 'armor’ from the leather straps that kept the guard on his shoulder.
“You should stay here tonight. Gojyo must be really worried about you and looking for you right now, but I don’t think he’ll see you even if you go stand outside this inn...'Sides, that’ll serve him right. He’s the one who lost you, isn’t he? Stupid brat,” Doku said, the last two words coming out almost fondly.
He remembered Gojyo as a child, practically turning the house upside down in search of his stuffed fox, the only toy Jien had ever managed to give his little brother. He’d stood watching and never lifted a finger, his own attempts at teaching the child the lessons their mother never would. It had worked like a charm. Gojyo learned to tell what was really important to him, and how he should take care of them.
Or so he had thought. It looked as if he’d forgotten already. And Jien had been proud of himself as his younger brother’s teacher back then too. Dokugakuji snorted to himself as he started to unbuckle the straps from his pants.
“No, don’t!“
“ Huh?” Doku asked intelligently, turning around. Hakkai was looking at him as if he was about to kill his pet dragon or something.
“Don’t take those off!” Hakkai shouted, and then Dokugakuji found out for himself just how fast he could be. He was left with just enough time to steel himself to catch him and avoid being tackled to the floor as Hakkai threw himself at him.
“Hey, Hakkai--” he started to say, but the other’s lips had pressed against his before he could get anything else out. It didn’t take much for Dokugakuji to give in to the kiss, opening his mouth readily at the coaxing of a skillful tongue. But before the slick muscle could slide in, Doku hurriedly pushed his tongue inside Hakkai’s mouth, taking control of the kiss.
Hakkai’s fingers were traveling up from his waist to his shoulder, sliding over his straps. When they reached his shoulder, they slid back down again and Doku squirmed as they ghosted over his stomach, feeling ticklish. One hand remained around his hip while the other slid down to cup him through his pants. Dokugakuji’s hiss of pleasure was barely audible even to his own ears underneath Hakkai’s moans.
He watched him slide down to his knees on the floor, his face stopping right in front of Dokugakuji’s crotch. He licked the front of his pants without hesitating at all, and while Doku barely felt any pressure from it, the sight was enough to bring him to full hardness. Leather pants had little give though, and it hurt. Hakkai made a sound of protest as Doku pulled his head away by the hair, but let Doku open his pants and release his straining cock. Although when he tried to unbuckle the straps to be able to remove his pants all the way, his hands were once again batted away. He would have objected, if Hakkai had not chosen right then to lick the head of his member. Doku groaned, gripping soft brown locks tighter.
Who would have thought Hakkai would be so good at sucking cock? Doku leaned against the wall behind him, the metal coat hooks on the wall pressing cold and hard but not really painful against his nape. Placing most of his weight on his back, he arched and started thrusting into Hakkai’s warm mouth in earnest, resisting the urge to let his eyes to roll to the back of his head and kept staring into Hakkai’s face. Hakkai couldn't take him all the way in, but the sight of his soft lips wrapped around the girth of Doku's cock was gorgeous, far more erotic than the pornography that creepy doctor would sometimes deliberately leave lying around just to embarrass them. It felt fucking wonderful too. It did not take long for Doku to come, grunting as his seed spilled down Hakkai's throat.
Coming down from his orgasm, he pulled Hakkai up to kiss those beautiful lips. Hakkai kissed him back willingly enough, and his saliva mixed with Doku’s come tasted strange, but not unpleasant. When Doku opened his eyes and met the healer’s green ones however, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine and immediately jerked away from him, painfully but quickly tucking himself back into his pants.
He knew those eyes. He had seen the emotions swimming on their surface before, years ago, in his mother’s eyes. They had been of a different color and set in a different face, but the way Hakkai was looking at him right now was the same, exactly the same. Placing a hand over the other’s eyes, Dokugakuji tried not to gag on the taste of bile that had risen to his throat at the unwelcome memory of his mother looking up at him after a head far less enjoyable than the one Hakkai had just given him.
Hakkai did not want this. Or, rather, he did not want this with him Dokugakuji would have snorted if the situation had been any lighter. Was this his family’s way of getting back at him for abandoning them? They were all managing to fuck with him even though not one of them was there. In Hakkai he could see his desperate mother only too clearly, and as he had been a replacement for his father then, he was a replacement for his younger brother now. The situation was no less wrong but he actually wanted it, this time. He also knew that he could stop it now when he been unable to before. He was not going to let his mother happen to him again.
He groaned in pleasure as, even blinded, Hakkai groped him and had him semi-hard with a few firm strokes to his cock. Dokugakuji grit his teeth and flipped them over so that the healer’s back was against the bathroom door, with Dokugakuji standing in front of him. Wrapping an arm around Hakkai’s waist so that he would not fall, Doku opened the door and bodily moved Hakkai inside.
The first thing that caught his eyes was the large tub. Raising an eyebrow at it--he did not think Kougaiji could be so extravagant--, he decided he did not have the time to fill it up and half-carried half-dragged Hakkai towards the shower stall. He turned the knob for the cold water and thrust him under the spray without bothering to strip him of his remaining clothing, very nearly dropping him as the water hit his arms and he found out for himself just how ice cold it was. If this did not snap Hakkai out of it, he didn’t know what would.
Letting him get wet with his clothes on had been a big mistake, his second of the night. Hakkai had only stood under the spray for about two minutes before struggling out of his grasp and running out of the bathroom, but that two minutes had been enough to get him thoroughly drenched. The way his black shirt and darkened khaki pants had clung to his body like second skin had been sinfully sexy, even more so than if he had been naked. It was all Dokugakuji could do to keep his hands to himself and not grab his perky butt when he ran past.
And now his hands were on himself, on his raging erection which stood stiffly against his belly. No way was he going to take a cold shower, not with how cold the water was at this inn. His hands were like gloves of ice, which actually felt good against his flushed skin. They’d warm soon enough. Dokugakuji sighed and stroked himself once, to see if it would help him decide whether he should wait for the erection to go away or just to wank off. It sure did. Hissing, Doku climbed into the empty tub and sat inside, legs stretched and spread open in front of him.
He closed his eyes and tried thinking of Kougaiji. He should have just gone to his prince and have him take care of this-- he wouldn’t ask how he got this way, Kougaiji wasn’t like that-- but he’d have to pass Hakkai in the bedroom. Hakkai in his wet clothes that showed every curve and plane of his beautiful body. Shit. Unbidden, Kougaiji’s image fell away to be replaced by Hakkai in a pair of pants exactly like Dokugakuji’s, only smaller, fitting him tightly. But, hell, it was the guy who seemed to have a penchant for leather, not him. Still...
With one hand steadily pumping his cock, Dokugakuji squeezed his thigh with the other and licked his lips. Behind closed lids he stood right in front of Hakkai now, his hand clenching and unclenching around the other’s ass and their lips locked in a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Dokugakuji groaned, even as he thought of how Gojyo would really kill him if he ever found out that he had been thinking of his lover while jerking off. And at the thought of his younger brother-- what the fuck!-- Gojyo was there.
Dokugakuji tried not to imagine the hurt look in those red eyes, the one Gojyo used to wear as a kid when Jien would lead their mother out of the room and away from him. He probably thought that his older brother was stealing all the affection for himself again, but didn’t he ever think that Jien never wanted any of it? He loved his mother, but he wanted to be just her son. He accepted the responsibility of taking care of their family but he never wanted to be a replacement for their father.
If anything should kill his erection, the appearance of his brother should be it. But just as his passion was beginning to wane with his gloomy thoughts, he pictured Gojyo yanking Hakkai out of his arms and biting into his neck, marking him as his. With Hakkai’s back against his younger brother’s chest, he stood facing Dokugakuji, and the swordsman felt his cock rise to full hardness again at the sight of Gojyo’s hands sliding into the tight leather pants and bringing Hakkai’s out.
His other hand lifted from his thigh to join the one around his drooling member, stroking it in time with the movement of Gojyo’s hands. The pair stood a few feet away from him, but Hakkai’s moans seem to be breathed right into his ear. He kept himself from coming for as long as he could but still had his orgasm before Hakkai, who came right after him. The last thing he saw before he opened his eyes and the fantasy gave way to the dimly lit bathroom was Gojyo’s haughty smirk.
Stupid brat.
“What are you doing sitting on the floor?” Dokugakuji asked when he finally came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, too relaxed from his recent personal activity to feel properly nervous as he knelt down next to Hakkai. Hakkai looked up at the sound of his voice with a smile that even Dokugakuji, who barely knew anything about him, could tell was fake. But while it wavered, the smile was there.
“I didn’t want to get your bed wet,” he answered, then turned his eyes down towards the small pool of water that had formed underneath him on the floor. “I’m sorry about this...”
“Forget it,” Doku said, shaking his head. “Give me a sec.” He ducked back into the bathroom to grab another towel for Hakkai to dry himself off with. It was a wonder he wasn’t shivering from the cold, but then again Doku had been inside the bathroom for quite awhile. Biting the inside of his cheek, he returned to the bedroom and handed Hakkai the towel.
“Here.”
“Thank you,” Hakkai said, accepting it, and pressed the terry cloth to his hair. Doku wondered what the soft hair felt like wet. When Hakkai moved on to dry his face and neck, he politely turned his back to him to give him some privacy.
“You can get out of those wet clothes if you want,” he said, a suggestion completely devoid of ulterior motives to get the brunet naked. He felt Hakkai pause behind him, and then heard another polite thank you. The sound of clothes being removed followed and Doku struggled for something neutral they could talk about. What had just happened was obviously not something good.
“Yaone said we should let you stay here for the night,” he said, “but I can help you find your way back to where the rest of your ikkou is staying.” In truth he was really tired and ready to hit the sack, but he didn’t want to slip into Kougaiji’s bed this late at night and disturb the prince’s sleep. There was no way he could let Hakkai take the floor, but he didn’t want to sleep on it either. Besides, Hakkai should be re-united with Gojyo, just in case the aphrodisiac took effect again. After the delicious little show his suddenly perverted imagination had made for him, there was no doubt in Doku’s mind that his brother belonged to Hakkai and no other.
Behind him, Hakkai gasped softly and the sounds of his movements ceased. “No,” he choked out, “Please. The aphrodisiac might still take effect.”
Which was exactly why Hakkai needed to get back to the others as soon as possible. Doku didn’t want to bring it up, but Hakkai seemed to care more about not being made to go. He waited for an explanation as to why he didn’t, but none came, as if what had been said was enough.
“Gojyo can help you with that,” Doku said, trying to have some measure of tactfulness. Even soaking wet on a hotel room floor, there was something prim and proper about Hakkai.
“No. No, he can’t.”
“Why? He’s your lover, isn’t he?”
“No, he’s not.”
“What?“
He had to turn around then, in surprise. Hakkai had stripped down to his boxer shorts and quickly tried to hide his body by curling in on himself, but it was not embarrassment that Dokugakuji saw when he looked into his green eyes. He could not tell what was there instead, but with Hakkai free from the aphrodisiac’s effects his eyes were clear, and they almost took Dokugakuji’s breath away with how beautiful they were.
“...He should be,” he said lamely. Hakkai shook his head.
“It’s...complicated.”
Doku didn’t know what he could say to that. He might be Gojyo’s older brother, but he had missed nearly half of the other’s life. There was a time when he knew his brother best, because his brother had no one but him. That time was so long ago it didn’t matter the slightest in the present. Silence passed between the two of them and he had completely forgotten what they were talking about when Hakkai spoke again.
“I think I’ll be alright by tomorrow. Please don’t let me go back.” His voice was so small and frightened, like Gojyo’s when he had overheard some friends of Jien’s telling him to bring the kid to an orphanage. His brother had begged and sobbed not to be sent away, quietly because Mother was sleeping, and he did not stop crying until Jien told him he’d rather have his arm cut off than leave his little brother behind. Hakkai was not crying right now, but he might as well be, looking just as pitiful as Gojyo had back then.
“Look--”
“I wouldn’t be able to stop myself,” Hakkai cut him off. “I couldn’t, earlier. And Gojyo won’t stop me either. He’d just let it happen. I--I can’t risk that. I don’t want to lose him. But you, you can control me. You already did. Please, Dokugakuji-san,” he begged, and he might as well start crying, really, the desperation in those emerald eyes didn’t look quite as right without tears.
His third and final mistake was to let Hakkai sleep on the bed, and sleep beside him when Hakkai told him he didn’t mind. The bed was large enough for the two of them anyway. Dokugakuji knew from experience that his clothes were terrible to sleep in, so he had slipped on the robe provided by the inn while Hakkai wrapped himself with a spare blanket. His tossing and turning on the bed beside him wasn’t what had woken him up. It was Hakkai’s hard-on rubbing against his hip that did.
The blanket must have fallen away from his body with his restless shifting, though Dokugakuji could not explain how his robe had ended up open, short of Hakkai untying the sash in his sleep. Which was not unlikely, considering he still had the strip of cloth in his hands. Doku lay awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for the other to stop moving against him while knowing he likely wouldn’t. As pre-come from Hakkai’s cock wet his skin, Dokugakuji realized how hard he was as well and cursed under his breath.
He pulled away and sat up in bed. Hakkai made a sound of protest, and humped the air twice before turning over on his stomach to press his erection down on the mattress. His hands refused to let go of the sash of Dokugakuji’s robes. Doku had been ready to leave it when Hakkai suddenly arched, his ass rising and catching his attention. The next moment found him kneeling on the bed and straddling the back of the still sleeping youkai’s thighs.
Dokugakuji palmed Hakkai’s ass cheeks with his one hand, squeezing them as he had in his fantasy and finding them even more beautiful than he had originally thought. His other hand he had moved around Hakkai to wrap around his cock, letting him thrust into it at his own pace. Every time Hakkai pulled back, Dokugakuji’s own erection lightly rubbed against the delicious curve of his ass. His hiss of pleasure yet again went unheard under the steady stream of Hakkai’s moans.
Lifting his hand from Hakkai’s buttocks, Dokugakuji turned Hakkai’s head so that he could kiss him. Hakkai’s mouth opened willingly and his tongue came out, Doku immediately pulling it into his own mouth to suck at it. Hands holding his head in place encouraged him, while the rhythm of Hakkai’s thrust became erratic, desperate. He released Hakkai’s tongue to nibble and then suck on his lower lip instead.
Hakkai was awake, and yet had not thrown him off or blasted him with his chi yet. Emboldened, Doku tightened his hand around Hakkai’s cock and moved it counter-point to his thrust, passing his index finger over the slit at every other thrust. He knew the other was really close. Releasing Hakkai’s lip and letting him moan his name-- his, not Gojyo’s-- as loud as he wanted to, Dokugakuji moved his head to the side and bit down on the neck where fantasy Gojyo had, and Hakkai came, shaking lightly in his arms.
“Do-Dokugakuji-san...”
He turned Hakkai on his back and started licking at the wetness on his stomach. A steady stream of moans started pouring out from between the brunet’s lips again, only to be broken by gasps as Dokugakuji pushed his tongue into the converted youkai’s belly button, swirling it around and inside the sensitive depression. Pulling back briefly to quickly lick the fingers of both of his hands, he dived back in while reaching for Hakkai's nipples. He pinched and tugged, and Hakkai shook underneath him. Dokugakuji had not touched his cock again yet but he could already feel it rising against his throat. Pulling away from Hakkai’s navel, he stroked him to full hardness. He then ducked his head to suck at the head, before taking more of his considerable length in.
“Aah..!”
Doku was reminded of his own still rock-hard erection as Hakkai bent one of his knees to put a foot flat on the bed, and he used it to thrust himself up towards Dokugakuji’s warm mouth. The leg brushed against his cock almost painfully, and Doku moaned with need around Hakkai’s hot member. Hakkai answered with a louder, higher-pitched moan of his own, and moved his hand from where it had been fondling the youkai’s balls to his mouth, thrusting two of his fingers inside. When it was sufficiently wet however, Dokugakuji hesitated.
“Hakkai,” he said, but Hakkai had his eyes shut in pleasure and did not seem to hear him. He moved the hand he had on his chest and held the brunet’s face so that he was looking down on him. “Hakkai,” he called again, louder, and the green eyes opened to look at him dazedly.
“Ah...yes?”
He was about to ask him if he was really sure he wanted this but what came out was, “Who am I?”
“I’m sorry?” Hakkai blinked.
“Who am I?” Dokugakuji repeated, not at all liking how the words sounded almost pleading as they tumbled out of him. He also didn’t know if he’d be able to stop himself if Hakkai answered with his brother’s name, even though he’d decided he would. It was a relief beyond words when Hakkai replied with his name, one of his hands gently touching Doku’s face. Did he know? Dokugakuji turned his head and kissed the warm palm.
He knew though that even if Hakkai knew it was Dokugakuji who was here and not Gojyo, Hakkai’s heart still belonged to his brother. Bringing his still wet fingers down to his entrance, he slipped one in, but maneuvered himself at the same time so that Hakkai was faced with his cock, and the other’s erection was right in front of his face.
He slipped the second finger in and started thrusting as he went down on him, bobbing his head quickly. When Hakkai finally took him into his mouth as well, he sucked harder and faster, Hakkai easily catching up to his pace, mimicking. Dokugakuji swallowed Hakkai’s spend as Hakkai came into his mouth, his tight little ass squeezing his fingers so hard he thought they would break, and that was what sent him over the edge, spilling his seed down Hakkai’s throat for the second time that night.
He tiredly moved himself around the bed until he was lying next to Hakkai again, who was already dozing off. Dokugakuji wiped cum off his face with the sleeve of his robe, kissed him on the forehead and then followed him into sleep.
After finding out which part of town the Sanzo-ikkou was staying in the following morning, Dokugakuji offered to walk Hakkai to their inn. Hakkai took him up on it without much fuss, and they went together, talking about their respective ikkou’s antics. When a hurrying mother knocked Hakkai sideways into him as she ran past, Dokugakuji caught and held him without stiffening, and neither of them looked uncomfortable. If one ignored the fact that they had barely acknowledged each other’s existence before last night, nothing seemed to be out of place.
Remembering something he had seen inside the store that they had just walked past, Dokugakuji grabbed Hakkai’s forearm to stop him from continuing forward. “Can you give me a minute?” Doku asked him, and Hakkai looked at him curiously but nodded his head. It took him much longer than a minute to make his purchase and get it wrapped, but he found Hakkai waiting for him patiently when he came back out. He didn’t ask what Doku had bought, and he wondered if Hakkai wasn’t interested, or simply had that much self-restraint.
They arrived at the inn to find Gojyo sitting on a bench outside, smoking. Dokugakuji frowned at the number of crushed cigarette butts on the ground around his little brother’s boots, noticing all of them were of the same brand. His frown deepened as he wondered how old his brother had been when he had picked up the vice. Had Dokugakuji been there he...
“Hakkai!” Gojyo said as he finally noticed them there, and Dokugakuji watched him throw away his cigarette before reaching for his best friend. He thought that they really might as well kiss, the way his brother hugged Hakkai to himself so hard he probably knocked the wind out of him. Gojyo so obviously cared for Hakkai that way, so why hadn’t he gone after him yet?
“Gojyo, I--"
“They spiked your drink, didn’t they?” Gojyo interrupted him, loud enough for Dokugakuji to hear and Hakkai to flush in embarrassment at having last night’s predicament told out loud. “Those bastards went back in and actually had the guts to talk about you in front of me-- probably didn’t realize I was with you 'cause they were really drunk. Couldn’t even tell me what happened 'cept someone beat them up, all three of them, but when I got there, you were already gone. And then Sanzo--”
“Gojyo, it’s OK. I’m fine,” Hakkai said, trying to calm him down, but Gojyo didn’t seem to hear him as he continued to ramble on about how he had spent the entire night looking for Hakkai. Dokugakuji could almost forgive him for losing his best friend in the first place-- almost. Sighing, he stepped forward and poked Gojyo hard on the forehead.
“Hey!” Gojyo exclaimed, and then blinked at him as if only then realizing he was there. “Dokugakuji? What are you doing here?” he asked, releasing Hakkai, who had visibly stiffened at the question. Dokugakuji was supposed to accompany him to the inn and return to Kougaiji right after. Neither of them had really counted on Dokugakuji meeting Gojyo like this. Did Hakkai really think he could tell his brother that they had slept together though? Especially when he knew that Doku knew how much the two of them belonged to each other?
Well, since his stupid brat of a brother was here anyway...
“Here,” Doku said, thrusting the package he had bought towards him. Gojyo turned the parcel in his hands twice before curiously prodding the brown wrapping paper.
“What’s this?”
“A Christmas present. It’ll only get colder from here and you’ll catch your death in cold in that flimsy vest you’re wearing. A long-sleeved jacket’s better than--”
“You bastard,” Gojyo groaned. “'A Christmas present’ would have been enough. This is the first gift you give me in years and you just had to spoil it, didn’t you?” he whined, and Dokugakuji laughed as he watched his little brother tear through the paper before he could describe the jacket any further. Gojyo whistled as he shook it out while behind him, Hakkai’s green eyes had grown impossibly wide.
“It’s made of good leather,” Doku voiced out what Hakkai had just realized, trying not to smirk as he knew Hakkai understood what he was trying to do here. “You better take good care of it. It’ll keep you warm throughout winter.”
“Yeah, yeah. You don’t hafta tell me. I’m not a kid anymore,” Gojyo grumbled, but was obviously pleased by the gift, not even bothering to go inside first as he shrugged off his vest and pulled on the jacket.
“I-it looks really good on you, Gojyo,” Hakkai said, voice shaking a little, and Dokugakuji smirked. Love was a powerful enough aphrodisiac in this case.
“Take care of it,” Doku repeated, reaching over to mess with Gojyo’s hair before leaving.
The End