For Elizacake: Saiyuki (Hakkai/Gojyo)
Title: The Best Laid Plans
Author: Veleda
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Written For: Elizacake
Wordcount: 300 (French Kiss)
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Gojyo’s fairly certain he can blame the alcohol. He definitely wouldn’t be doing this sober. He wouldn’t be climbing the stairs to Hakkai’s room, wouldn’t be working on the big speech he wants to give. The specifics keep getting away, carried off by the alcohol induced fog, but he’s got the general idea.
The whole thing’s gotten downright stupid. Three years of sexual tension was bad enough, but now there’s this journey. They’re always fighting. Always getting dirty, and sweaty, and Gojyo’s never really noticed how good Hakkai looks when spattered with blood (which is probably kinda twisted).
Well, Gojyo isn’t going to take it anymore. No more furtive glances when Hakkai isn’t looking, no more sex dreams that make the monkey look at him funny all day. Gojyo is a man with a plan!
He climbs the stairs two at a time, and thanks his lucky stars that the inn is empty enough for each of them to have separate rooms. There’s no way he wants the monk or the monkey hearing any of this (even if he’s not quite sure what “this” is yet).
It takes him a minute to remember which room is Hakkai’s, but he finds it eventually, and throws the door wide open. Hakkai is sitting on the bed, looking slightly startled.
“Yes, Gojyo?”
“Hakkai!” Gojyo starts, then falters. He can’t remember what was supposed to come after that. He tries again. “You and me… we’ve got… tension, yeah, and I-“ he stops, as Hakkai jerks him into the room, and kisses him fiercely. Gojyo blinks after Hakkai pulls away. “Ya know, that-“
“Gojyo,” Hakkai interrupts, “please stop talking.” Gojyo considers being offended, but Hakkai is kissing him again, and nothing else seems very important.
Gojyo wishes all his plans went this well.
Author: Veleda
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Written For: Elizacake
Wordcount: 300 (French Kiss)
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Gojyo’s fairly certain he can blame the alcohol. He definitely wouldn’t be doing this sober. He wouldn’t be climbing the stairs to Hakkai’s room, wouldn’t be working on the big speech he wants to give. The specifics keep getting away, carried off by the alcohol induced fog, but he’s got the general idea.
The whole thing’s gotten downright stupid. Three years of sexual tension was bad enough, but now there’s this journey. They’re always fighting. Always getting dirty, and sweaty, and Gojyo’s never really noticed how good Hakkai looks when spattered with blood (which is probably kinda twisted).
Well, Gojyo isn’t going to take it anymore. No more furtive glances when Hakkai isn’t looking, no more sex dreams that make the monkey look at him funny all day. Gojyo is a man with a plan!
He climbs the stairs two at a time, and thanks his lucky stars that the inn is empty enough for each of them to have separate rooms. There’s no way he wants the monk or the monkey hearing any of this (even if he’s not quite sure what “this” is yet).
It takes him a minute to remember which room is Hakkai’s, but he finds it eventually, and throws the door wide open. Hakkai is sitting on the bed, looking slightly startled.
“Yes, Gojyo?”
“Hakkai!” Gojyo starts, then falters. He can’t remember what was supposed to come after that. He tries again. “You and me… we’ve got… tension, yeah, and I-“ he stops, as Hakkai jerks him into the room, and kisses him fiercely. Gojyo blinks after Hakkai pulls away. “Ya know, that-“
“Gojyo,” Hakkai interrupts, “please stop talking.” Gojyo considers being offended, but Hakkai is kissing him again, and nothing else seems very important.
Gojyo wishes all his plans went this well.