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Cold Nights in Sleeping Bags	By : nicholassanders Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Yaoi - Male/Male > Gojyo/Hakkai Views: 1303 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This was the first time they’d slept in their own rooms for a long time. Hakkai was uneasy when he fell asleep that night. Uneasy because they were taking the risk that one of them could get attacked; also, underlying that automatic concern, was that he wasn’t used to it. But there was still something else. He had felt this way before, always when he slept in a room alone, and usually before he had nightmares.

As he drifted off to sleep, he realized it as a passing thought, why the unease made him curl up on his side to trying and shake the feeling. The smell of the sheets reminded him of his dear sister and lover.

Gojyo took a good, hot shower and enjoyed it, knowing he could sit in a quiet room without Goku yapping for once. He returned to his room in his pants, a towel on his head as he dried his hair. He opened the window that sat just half a foot above the bed and sat on the frame. The air was cool on his wet skin and felt nice.

The redhead’s room was beside Hakkai’s that night. Gojyo knew he wasn’t going to sleep yet, he was restless. He sighed and dug up cigarette. He lit it and took a deep drag from it as he tilted his head back. The moon was full, which was pleasant, his closed his eyes and let the moonlight bathe his face. The breeze cooled his still-damp hair, making little tendrils tickle his nose. This was nice, he thought with a sigh. Too bad he couldn’t share it with someone. Like Hakkai.

The peace was broken inharmoniously by a bang somewhere outside, in front of him. The redhead’s eyes snapped open to see the windows in the next room had been flung open. There was a puff of steam in the air from a loud shuddering sigh of breath.

That was Hakkai’s room, why was the quiet, bedtime abiding nut like him awake at this hour? It was a passively annoying question that nagged at him for only a moment before he heard a sob.

“ ‘Kai? Hey, buddy, are you alright?” he asked, pulling the cigarette from his mouth. Another sob; Gojyo got up and headed for his room with no more incentive. The door closed softly behind him as he took in Hakkai’s form. The brunet was sprawled from the bed to the window, arms folded--clutching--the windowsill. His white-clad shoulders shook with barely contained sobs, his head tilted against the frame.

“ ‘Kai?” He used the nickname he had wanted to use for Hakkai for a long time. He was tentative about using it, afraid Hakkai wouldn’t like it. But he was worried. This was not Gojyo’s expertise; he didn’t know how to comfort a distraught person. Not really anyway, and especially not Hakkai. He’d seen the man upset before, worse than this, surely, but he had been helpless then. He stood, awkward, at the edge of the bed, helpless now to Hakkai’s distress. He knew it had to be the brunet’s sister in memories dredged up, making him unhappy. But that didn’t make the situation any better for the redhead to handle.

Gojyo reached out to Hakkai, resting unconfident fingers on his foot, the closest thing to him. “Hakkai?” The other only flinched from him. The redhead frowned and took a breath. Head first it is then, he thought; he was Hakkai’s... lover.. he needed to do this. Gojyo slid onto the bed at the brunet’s back, and with soothing hands rubbed his back. It seemed to help--some. His desperate sobs lessened a bit and turned to docile sighs and hitches of breath, broken by sniffles. Gojyo took him in his powerful arms then, laying him back against his solid chest.

Glancing down at his face, Gojyo wiped Hakkai’s tears away even as more began to fall. He reached to repeat the act but Hakkai grabbed his hand and held it tightly with both of his slender, pale hands. The brunet kissed that attentive hand, startling an unexpected chuckled from the redhead. The brunet turning his face up to him, red-rimmed green eyes, still glassed with tears, looked into Gojyo’s.

“Gojyo,” It was simple and tearful, speaking in sadness and of gratitude; sounding for all the world in those to syllables like he’d been saved. Gojyo’s eyes shifted away, searching the open air for the words his mouth couldn’t find.

He was more serious in that moment, more compassionate and sensitive--truly--than he ever felt he could have in his life. He gathered Hakkai closer in his arms and held him tighter.

“It was...” he hesitated, afraid to upset him again. “Your sister?”

“The blood...” the thick, soggy reply. “The loneliness.” Hakkai looked into Gojyo’s startled red eyes. The brunet reached up; sinking his fingers into Gojyo’s fine, damp hair. “I saw her die again.”

Gojyo moved with a hand on Hakkai’s chest to push him to his back while the redhead hovered inches from his face. His red hair cascaded down to curtain around them, the moonlight filtering in stripes across their faces.

A sharp intake of breath from Hakkai as Gojyo slid an athletic leg over his hips to straddle him. The brunet’s face contorted in a scowl, cheeks flushing with color, made him look so innocent. The redhead hadn’t seen when Hakkai had received his pleasure before; he’d been behind him last time.

The redhead caressed his jaw with one hand and the other trailed down the other’s white clothed chest to the space left between shirt and pants where their movement had pulled them apart to reveal the edge of Hakkai’s scar. That is where his fingers stopped, tracing it with tender strokes. Hakkai closed his eyes. Gojyo sighed inwardly. This was something he was better at; Pleasure: a way to relieve stress and feel good, and to get closer to someone. But that part didn’t matter at that point.

He moved down Hakkai’s body and pulled the shirt up as he went kissed from the top of his stomach to the edge of the scar.

“Is it sensitive?” Gojyo whispered, lips grazing the marred flesh. He darted out his tongue to the edges where scarred met unscarred flesh. The brunet’s breath hitched and he squirmed away from the moist touch. Gojyo mischievously followed, laving the scar again. Hakkai squirmed more, a chuckled forced from his lungs.

Ticklish, I see. Gojyo zigzagged his tongue this way and that his hands holding the brunet’s hips so he couldn’t escape. A hand landed on his shoulder the other in his hair as Hakkai fought laughter. The redhead grinned when the other lost the battle and let laughter win out on him. The sound of his laughter was beautiful and new to Gojyo. The other still writhed, back arching until Gojyo had mercy on him and released him from the assault.

Hakkai’s hands relaxed, his body lax; he panted, face flushed and red, eyes closed. Gojyo almost moaned at that look on his face, the release of the tension gave Hakkai an angelic face, one that lit fire in his heart and groin.

Gojyo nuzzled his hip as his hands descended in the elastic band of Hakkai’s white sleep pants.

“G-Gojyo...” his voice took on an innocent whine while the redhead worked his pants down inch by inch, leaving hot kisses along the curve of his hip inward to his inner thigh. Hakkai squirmed again, but instead of laughter, he gasped, hands clenched. His cock was semi-hard and throbbing to life. Gojyo removed the pants completely and spread Hakkai’s legs wide, revealing him in all his glory. Hakkai had a light blush covering his body, eyes dark and looking on all Gojyo did to him. The back of one hand was to his mouth, muffling himself. The redhead dipped his head again, nuzzling his inner thigh and moving inward to his erection that now arrowed up toward his stomach. He kissed the tip, getting soft sounds from Hakkai and caressed him with adept hands. The brunet’s hips twitched in response. He closed green eyes as he gave in to the urge and thrust his hips for more. Gojyo smirked and gave him a surprise. He leaned down and sucked his slender head into his mouth, laving it with his tongue.

“Nnahh!” Hakkai’s back arched, he moaned louder than ever. That was fine in the safety of this room. Gojyo did that for an ever so agonizing moment, making him writhe deliciously. His hands moved to Hakkai’s hips while he had him writhing and lifted him. He released the other’s erection, getting a grunt of protest. The redhead only snickered mischievously and lowered his mouth past the brunet’s taut balls to his entrance.

He spread the brunet’s legs further and laved the puckered hole gently. He earned a soft gasp of surprise from Hakkai as well as a questioning sound. Gojyo’s answer was to force his tongue against the ring of muscle. It trembled in response, as did Hakkai. He teased it a little more before thrusting his tongue in as deep as he could. He wiggled it once inside. The series of moans, pants, and whimpers Hakkai produced made this so much more enjoyable. Soon the brunet’s muscles were twitching with the strain, the need for more, his hands buried into the redhead’s hair. Gojyo pulled away then, getting a frustrated sigh from the panting, flushed brunet. He cocked an eyebrow at Hakkai.

“I’m not done with you, yet,” the redhead assured him and thrust a slick finger deep into him. Hakkai thrust his head back into the bed, mouth open in a half restrained cry that gave Gojyo delightful chills down his spine. He turned his eyes to the brunet’s erection, which was weeping precum. This was a sign he knew from experience that meant Hakkai was close. The redhead, without warning, pushed in another finger and thrust them together relentlessly. That left him moaning helplessly.

“Gojyo...” he moaned and pushed against the fingers. With his off hand he took Hakkai’s questing hand, holding it as he lowered his head to the swollen, leaking cock in front of him. “Gojyo..!” He took the tip in first, and sucked it, receiving more noise from the brunet. He sucked his way down the rest of Hakkai’s length, deep throating him and working his magic with his tongue. At the same time, he curled his thrusting fingers up into Hakkai’s prostate.

At first, Hakkai moaned--nearly screamed--and tightened his hand in Gojyo’s hair and in his hand. Then, there was an explosion of cum in the redhead’s mouth. Hakkai’s body reduced to throes of pleasure and tensed with back arched. He was left trembling and whimpered softly as he panted.

Gojyo watched this with satisfaction. Hakkai’s essence was salty, heady unlike anything else. He swallowed it all, licking his lips. Drawing back, he took in all of the trembling form before him, the hand across the brunet’s mouth, chest still heaving deeply but slowly for breath, skin glistening with sweat. Hakkai’s green eyes were open only a crack, mouth open against his hand. Gojyo crept up the other’s body, kissing along his stomach, chest, neck; he rested a hand on his quivering stomach as he kissed him deeply.

“How’s that?” Gojyo whispered, as if speaking would break the moment. Green eyes slid closed. The brunet buried his face in Gojyo’s neck, arms and legs jerking lightly with exhaustion as he curled on his side into Gojyo’s body. “Think you can sleep now?” the redhead kissed his temple and nuzzled his hair. Hakkai nodded sleepily, and sighed. Gojyo covered them over with the blanket after Hakkai’s breath evened out with sleep. He took a deep breath.

Damn, he thought, observing that Hakkai was firmly wrapped about him. I could use a smoke. He shifted his head so his neck didn’t hurt and closed his eyes with a last sigh.
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