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Title: Coming Clean

Author: sharpeslass

Rating: NC-17 (NSFW!)

Pairing: 585

Summary: PWP with a little Hakkai angst.

AN: This is completely plotless smut. Because
I felt like it... and so did they. Thanks to the lovely and talented jedishampoo for her mad beta skillz and constant willingness to read a pairing that is
not her own.

Sometimes Hakkai wondered if he didn�t have a special skill � a talent for
spinning dark out of light, similar, in a sense, to the woman of fairy tale who
could turn straw into gold. He reflected on this as he sat behind the wheel of
Jeep, moving them forward physically, while mentally traveling a cycle of
thought that was carrying him steadily from euphoria to a sort of state of
pre-emptive grief.

The previous night, amid sake and confessions and drunken professions, the most
important friendship of his life had taken a turn into something that he had
long wished for but never expected. At some point, a drunken Gojyo had slid,
quite literally, under the table, and when Hakkai had bent to retrieve his
friend, he had been greeted by roving hands and hungry lips and everything had
gone spinning into a whirlpool of frantic and sensual insanity. He looked in
the rear-view mirror for not the first time, hoping to find some affirmation in
the eyes of his best friend. But Gojyo wasn�t looking at him... hadn�t looked
at him all morning. This was beginning to cause Hakkai some concern.

In spite of his efforts to hold onto the good, he felt the memory of pleasure
turn into the sharp, gnawing concern that he may be heading toward an
altogether new kind of hurt - a kind of horrible, deadening feeling that was a
new addition to his pantheon of pain. He sampled it, necessary or not, in an
effort to prepare himself. He twisted into it � it was almost more comfortable
to him than the light-headed giddiness of earlier had been. Still, he took it
in small doses, hoping to inoculate himself against the real thing, which was
surely just around the next bend in the road or, if not, then certainly in the
next town. Sooner or later, he was certain to find, next to one of the many
mile-markers ahead, the tombstone marking the remains of what little was left
of Cho Hakkai�s heart.

He managed to drive for fifteen consecutive minutes before trying to catch Gojyo�s
eye again. How drunk exactly had Gojyo been?, Hakkai wondered. Gojyo had
seemed to regain his coordination after that first, almost graceful, slide from
his seat. His hands had certainly been working well and his mouth and his...
well, almost every part of him, really. But perhaps Gojyo was such an expert
that he could conduct ravishments in his sleep. Hakkai found the thought
amusing, in a sad sort of way.

There was a lot to find amusing here, actually, Hakkai considered. He hadn�t
thought, for example, that he�d had much in the way of a heart left to be
broken. He thought it had been ripped away and discarded several long years
ago. Apparently though, that heart had belonged to Cho
Gonou (who had loved Kanan,
who was also his sister) and Cho Hakkai (who loved
Gojyo, who was also his best friend) had somehow been granted a new one. And,
once again, he had twisted it toward something that was altogether wrong and
whether or not it felt wrong (because it didn�t and never had), the gods were going to make him pay for the transgression.

His smile widened, tense and tight, as he tentatively tasted the pain promised
as an inevitable result of his latest misstep. He cursed himself for an idiot
again and again and again, and wondered how many days (months, years) it would
take for this new and different pain to subside into something that just ached
and throbbed with dull familiarity and kept him from sleeping but didn�t make
him want to start screaming. The worst part might be, he considered, that this
time, there was no one to really blame, at least not to the point of actually killing.

Eventually Hakkai cycled around to wondering if all this suffering might be
premature. (He�d been accused of pessimism in the past, though he�d never quite
agreed with the assessment.) There had been something special last
night. He knew that. He remembered arms tight around him, touches and caresses,
more intimate than any he�d ever imagined, no less experienced. He let himself
savor the vivid sensations through memory � and he remembered too that Gojyo
had said he loved him. At these points, he would again try to catch Gojyo�s eye
in the rear-view mirror. Each time, Gojyo was looking studiously at anything
that wasn�t Hakkai. He wasn�t even harassing Goku - just staring at the
scenery, an odd expression on his face.

The really problematic thing, Hakkai decided, was that he couldn�t read that
expression. He�d seen Gojyo in every one of his moods and had, almost since the
beginning, read him like a book. But this particular look was nowhere in his
catalogue of Gojyo-faces. He needed Gojyo to be familiar right now. Happy and
dazed would have been acceptable, for example � wonderful, actually. That was
the expression he�d seen on Gojyo�s face just before he had shut his eyes in the
early hours of the morning and surrendered to sleep. He shouldn�t have slept,
he decided. He should have stood guard over that expression and the sleeping
man who wore it. He should have maintained a vigil against the thoughts or
feelings that could, and possibly had, slipped in and stolen that look away
from him forever.

He tried to work up some sort of anger at the man in the back seat who now, it
appeared, had decided to take a little nap, but images from the night before
still reeled through his mind: the sounds of Gojyo�s pleasured moans and
breathless curses sang in his ears � he�d caused those sounds. His hands
had crafted that pleasure � intense and unexpected � instead of death and pain.
The fevered kisses, the words, the mutual striving... the words, the feel of
Gojyo against him, the words, Gojyo�s heated mouth wrapped around hi...

�Dammit Hakkai, what the hell!�
Hakkai opened his eyes (oh, dear, had they been closed?) and pulled Jeep
sharply back onto the sad stretch of highway with a jerk of the wheel. He
glanced at Sanzo, who was clutching, white-knuckled and wide-eyed, at the
passenger-side door. A glance in the rear-view showed his other passengers none
the worse for wear. At least Gojyo was fucking awake again. Hakkai allowed
himself a moment of amusement that the pain (physical and otherwise), and now
some successfully achieved level of low-simmering anger, were doing nothing
whatsoever to put a damper on his arousal.

�How�re we doing back there, guys?� he called brightly. Look at me, talk to
me, acknowledge me...

�Hungry,� Goku answered. Gojyo said nothing, didn�t even turn in his direction.

There had been no time this morning for much in the way of words or even,
Hakkai thought regretfully, showers. That little fact was much more of an
inconvenience for him than for Gojyo, and he now regretted not insisting that
Sanzo try on a little patience for a change and let the pair of them wash up
properly. But Gojyo had been in his clothes and out the door almost directly
following Sanzo�s first shout, and it was all Hakkai, still blurry and giddy
and awash in the afterglow of having been really and thoroughly physically
loved for the first time in years, could do to keep up. He�d felt really,
really good. He�d thought the slight discomfort and stickiness would be a small
reminder of all that really, really good. Now he just felt like he needed a
shower � badly. And to not be sitting down. Truth be
told, he was feeling a little bit used.

But that was somewhat unfair. Gojyo defined himself, to a large extent, through
his relationships with women. It was who he was. How could Hakkai presume to
take that away? What Hakkai had taken had doubtless been given at great cost.
He should be treasuring it, not whining for more. The guilt settled him, and
even allowed him to spare a small affectionate smile at Gojyo�s reflection. The
man was sleeping again, head tilted back to expose an elegant expanse of throat
� a tiny, bruised love-bite blooming right over his jugular where the throb of
pounding blood had proved too much not to taste. Hakkai felt the tight pain
loosen its hold on his heart, replaced by a wistful sadness. Mind and body
slipped back into the orbit of sanity, and, by the time they were ready to stop
for a lunch break, Hakkai, having cycled repeatedly through a punishing array
of emotion, simply felt tired and sore.

They stopped and Jeep transformed. Sanzo smoked, Gojyo stretched long limbs,
and Goku chased Jeep in small, meaningless circles, full of energy in need of
release after hours of being squashed into the confines of a moving vehicle.
Hakkai dug through their supplies, tossing beers to Gojyo and Sanzo and an
orange soda to Goku, who caught it without even slowing. He then pulled out his
carefully packed lunches and doled them out to his companions. He took a breath
as he passed Gojyo his lunch.

�Pretty quiet today,� he offered casually. Gojyo shrugged, seating himself
against a tree and tucking into a cold meat bun.

�Yeah, well, I�ve got kinda a lot on my mind,� he
replied, without looking at Hakkai.

�Having second thoughts?� Hakkai asked, without a note of the desperate panic
he felt.

�You could say that,� Gojyo snorted.

�I see.� Hakkai turned away from Gojyo, and, with a real effort, stopped
himself from bending double with the pain of that sucker punch to the psyche.
He did extend an arm, reaching for the support of a nearby tree. �I
understand,� he lied. He shut his eyes, then nearly
jumped out of his skin as a heated breath gusted against the back of his neck.
Fingers closed tightly at his waist and, before he could stop himself, Hakkai
found himself leaning back into Gojyo�s warm body.

�I didn�t mean...�

�What the fuck are you two doing? Making out?� Sanzo�s bellow drowned out
Gojyo�s softly spoken words, and Gojyo stepped away so quickly that Hakkai
nearly overbalanced. �Eat your goddamned lunches,� Sanzo griped. �I don�t plan
on hanging out here all afternoon.�

�Hakkai,� Goku piped up. �If you don�t want yours, can I have it?�

�Yes, Goku,� Hakkai responded distractedly.

�Hell, no!� Gojyo protested. �You�ve gotta eat, man.� He rescued Hakkai�s food from a protesting
Goku and pressed Hakkai�s lunch back at him, but still didn�t meet his eyes.
�Eat,� he said. �And then let�s get the hell out of here before the priest
bursts a blood vessel.�

Hakkai ate, but tasted nothing, and regretted the decision as the food rebelled
in his anxious and knotted stomach, adding to his discomfort as the afternoon
wore on. His mind was numb with repetition � the cycle always ending in disappointment,
compounded by Gojyo�s last words to him - by the time they pulled into the tiny
village where they planned to spend the night.

Sanzo took a room key and handed the second to Gojyo, settling exactly nothing
regarding the evening�s rooming situation outside of the fact that Sanzo would
not be quartered with Gojyo.

�I�m going to bed,� the monk growled and headed for the stairs.

�But Sanzo, what about dinner?� Goku protested. �I�m
totally starvin� here!�

�The restaurant may no longer be open, Goku,� Hakkai said softly. �I have some
food left in our packs, though, if you�d like it.� He bent to shuffle through
their supplies, recovering a bag of carefully kept-back, emergency
meat buns. Goku stared at Hakkai like he was made of magic.

�Thanks, Hakkai!� he enthused, taking the food. �Can I
spend the night in your room?� Briefly surprised that his spirits could decline
any further, Hakkai felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He
couldn�t think of any legitimate reason to refuse the request.

�Of course, Goku,� he replied.

�Fuck that!� Gojyo interjected. �I�m not sleeping with the pissy
monk. He�s gonna have the lights out within five
minutes. Here.� He shoved his room key at Hakkai. �I�m gonna
go get me some smokes. You want anything?� Yes, Gojyo, I do want
something... but I don�t think you�ll find it in the stores that sell your Hi-Lites.

�I�m fine,� he replied clutching the key in numb fingers.

�Right. Later.� And, without looking at him once,
Gojyo was gone.

At least they would get to talk. Hakkai wasn�t spending another day like this
one. By the time they were on the road again tomorrow, for good or, more
likely, for ill, he would know exactly where he stood with his (hopefully,
still) best friend.

***

Hakkai was showered and sitting on one of the room�s two beds in clean boxer
shorts and a tee-shirt by the time Gojyo returned with a carton of Hi-Lites and a bottle of sake. Hakkai put down the book he�d
been trying, without success, to read, as Gojyo locked the door behind him and
placed his purchases on a wooden dresser. He stared at Hakkai for several long,
drawn-out moments � the first eye contact they�d shared since the very early
hours of this morning � a morning that seemed to Hakkai to have taken place
weeks, if not months, in the distant past.

Hakkai once again found himself at a loss to be able to entirely read Gojyo�s
expression. If he were flattering himself, he might say Gojyo looked... hungry.
But that couldn�t be, because hadn�t he made himself clear this afternoon?
Hakkai licked his lips nervously and, with what sounded like a groan, Gojyo
shrugged out of his jacket, stripped off his tee-shirt and surged forward,
knocking a very confused Hakkai flat on his back and landing on top of him,
hard.

Hakkai�s head spun as Gojyo pressed his lips frantically to his own. Fireworks
went off in the pit of his stomach and he kissed back, holding tightly to
Gojyo, as if afraid he might try to escape. He tried to ignore the persistent
alarm in his head, telling him that he really, really needed to understand just
what was going on. He found he didn�t want to know � he just wanted to enjoy
it. Gojyo�s demanding lips tasted of cigarettes, but not of alcohol, so tonight, at least, he wasn�t drunk. Hakkai�s hips rose,
completely without his permission, as Gojyo ground a very obvious erection
against him and the warning in his head got too loud to ignore.

�Gojyo?� he whispered around his friend�s probing tongue.

�Uhn. Hakkai,� Gojyo moaned
back, not letting up. Rough hands slid under Hakkai�s shirt, clutching at his
shoulders and pulling him in even tighter.

�Wait. Please, Gojyo,� Hakkai struggled to extricate himself, and Gojyo
increased the intensity of his assault, rolling his hips against Hakkai�s in
deliberate, intent thrusts.

�Dammit, Gojyo!� Hakkai felt
his hurt and confusion turn into anger. He worked an arm between them and used
his entire strength to lever Gojyo�s body away from his own, flinging his
friend gracelessly to the floor between the two beds. He wiped an arm across
his lips and glared down at the man now lying on his back on the floor.

�What the hell, Hakkai!� Gojyo pulled himself up into a sitting position. �What
did I do?� He looked utterly baffled.

�Just this afternoon you said you were having second thoughts!� Hakkai replied
indignantly.

�Oh, yeah,� Gojyo dragged a hand through his hair. �That. I didn�t get to
finish. Goddamned monk interrupted. I was gonna say I
was also having third and fourth thoughts... good thoughts, though.� Gojyo
grinned up at Hakkai but the grin faltered in the face of what Hakkai was sure
was an incredulous and none-too-happy expression. �Are you,� Gojyo cleared his
throat nervously. �Having second thoughts?�

�You haven�t so much as looked at me all day!� Hakkai exclaimed.

�No shit, Hakkai,� Gojyo answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the
universe. �I�ve been afraid to, man. I thought it would look a little weird if
I started pushing my face into the back of your neck while you were driving.
Also, didn�t want the monkey spotting my boner. Awkward,� he grinned. And
Hakkai found, in spite of a growing sense of relief, that
he still wanted to hit Gojyo much more than he wanted to kiss him.

�I�ve had no idea what you were thinking all day long,� he snapped. �I thought
you were regretting...� he waved a hand at a loss for words. �This.�

Gojyo�s grin deepened, turning into a leer, and he rose and stalked toward the
bed. �Let me show you what I�ve been thinking,� he suggested. He put a knee on
the bed and leaned in toward Hakkai, who halted his forward momentum with a
palm, pressed flat against Gojyo�s bare chest. Gojyo�s smile faltered as he
looked down at the hand.

�Don�t you want to? You were hard. I felt it...�

�Gojyo,� Hakkai sighed. �I am clean. The sheets are clean. You,� he looked at
Gojyo significantly. �Need a shower.� It was true, but more to the point,
Hakkai needed a few moments alone, away from the thought-killing presence of
Gojyo�s obvious, and very, very welcome, lust. Hakkai needed to gather himself
together. The anger was fading, but he wasn�t entirely sure that he wasn�t on
the brink of some very relieved and very unmasculine
tears and he didn�t want them starting up mid-grapple.

�Can�t it wait?� Gojyo asked.

�It cannot.�

�Fuck, Hakkai. Why not?�

�Well,� Hakkai was already feeling a bit more composed. Having Gojyo
slightly off-balance always seemed to help him center himself, though he had
never been quite sure why this was the case. It just felt right,
somehow. �Suppose, just for the sake of argument, that
I wanted to put your penis in my mouth for a moment or two? As I recall, last
night you had that particular portion of your anatomy...�

Hakkai leaned back with a smile. He was alone in the room and could hear
running water coming from behind the door to the bathroom. He lay still for
several long minutes, then took a quick inventory of his physical and mental
states, and deemed himself fit, strongly aroused and about as emotionally
balanced as could be hoped for, being who he was and under these particular
circumstances. He rose and, stripping off his clothing, followed Gojyo into the
bathroom.

The shower door was made of glass and, though it was slightly fogged by the hot
water, Hakkai had no trouble making out the form of his best friend. Gojyo stood
facing the streaming water, head bent forward. He was bracing himself against
the tile wall with one outstretched hand. The other was occupied in a slow
stroking of his erect cock. Hakkai cleared his throat and Gojyo�s head snapped
up, wide eyes coming into contact with Hakkai�s. They were nose-to-nose,
separated by only a quarter-inch of fogged glass.

�Fuck, Hakkai!� Gojyo exclaimed. �You scared the shit out of me. Er, what are you doing in here, anyway?�

�I just wanted to make sure you were doing things properly,� Hakkai said
evenly. �Not... rushing. But I can see you have things firmly in hand.� His
eyes drifted deliberately to Gojyo�s left hand and its engorged contents. He
allowed a disapproving look to settle on his features, not nearly as unhappy
with Gojyo as he enjoyed letting him believe.

�Uh... yeah,� Gojyo stammered as Hakkai slid the glass door open and stepped in
next to Gojyo, leaning back against the far wall. The cold tile against his
back caused him to shiver slightly as he continued to watch Gojyo through
narrowed and slightly accusing eyes.

Gojyo flashed him an apologetic grin, turning to face Hakkai. �Just thought I�d
take the edge off,� he explained.

�That is my job, surely?� Hakkai said smoothly. He moved forward and turned
Gojyo back around so that Hakkai was behind him. He slid a hand over Gojyo�s,
palming his soaped length and wrapping his free arm around his waist, pulling
him in tight against his own erection. A small pleased sigh escaped him at the
contact. Gojyo once again braced an arm against the wall of the shower, as Hakkai thrust his fingers through the soapy
lather foaming over Gojyo�s privates, rubbing, first his cock, then sliding
down to gently massage his testicles. Gojyo groaned. Hakkai backed up slightly
and shifted, pressing Gojyo�s legs wide apart with his own. Hakkai slid his
hand between Gojyo�s legs, from behind, scooping lather from his cock and balls
and drawing it back, dragging his slicked and soapy fingers through the crack
of Gojyo�s buttocks, just lightly skimming Gojyo�s entrance at first, then
pressing and circling with his fingers.

�Ungh! Ahh..!
Hah... kai!� Gojyo groaned
as Hakkai grasped his penis in his other hand and thrust two fingers somewhat
roughly into his body. �Uh... Don�t... Oh, this is... Fuck, Hakkai. It�s...�
Gojyo didn�t complete the sentence. It had sounded like a protest to Hakkai,
who had been on the verge of stopping himself. But then Gojyo began to rock his
hips back and forth, alternately thrusting into Hakkai�s hand and then impaling
himself on his probing and stroking fingers. Hakkai took this as permission to
proceed.

The abandoned, seemingly unintentional, movements of his friend were turning
him on unbearably and he wanted to see what else he could cause Gojyo�s
normally-so-controlled body to do against its will. Hakkai removed his fingers,
taking the soap from a small recess in the wall. He slid the bar back and forth
between Gojyo�s parted ass-cheeks, creating more lather, and then carefully
replaced it. He went to work on Gojyo with frothy fingers, digging two digits
into his warm, tight body and rubbing soapy circles inside, while continuing to
stroke his slick, hard penis. Gojyo was making completely incoherent and very
pleasing noises as Hakkai rotated three, then four, fingers inside him,
scrubbing and stroking within the hot, tight cavity, pressing against his
prostate until Gojyo�s whole body was shaking and he sounded like he was
sobbing. Hakkai channeled the water running down Gojyo�s back, using it to
rinse, scooping out the soapy suds as meticulously as
he�d applied them. �Ahh!�
Hakkai stopped as he felt Gojyo�s muscles tense. He rapidly tightened his hand
at the base of Gojyo�s cock, stemming the onset of his ejaculation.

�Hakkai,� Gojyo pleaded. �Fuck, Hakkai... Oh, please, man, please. I...� He
sounded completely desperate and Hakkai smiled into Gojyo�s shoulder, intent on
punishment for his day from hell. When the tremors running through Gojyo�s body
had subsided, and his unheeded words had melted into soft groans of protest,
Hakkai released his cock. With his hands on either side of Gojyo�s hips, he
slid down Gojyo�s body until he was kneeling behind him. With both hands he
spread Gojyo�s buttocks, flicking a tongue out to caress the tiny pucker of
skin between them. �Ah!� Gojyo�s cry was one of surprise this time. Hakkai
lapped at the spot, stroking back and forth against it, as Gojyo swore up a
storm and reached for his own dick.

�Do that, Gojyo,� Hakkai said mildly between teasing licks. �And I will stop.�
Gojyo whimpered but pressed both hands against the wall in front of him.

�You�re killin� me here Hakkai,� he said, and the
protest sounded sincere enough to cause Hakkai a wicked chuckle. He plunged his
tongue into Gojyo�s body, taking up Gojyo�s abandoned cock with one hand. He
pressed his tongue inward, tasting soap and musk, stretching Gojyo with his
tongue, and delving deep, foraging, ravaging, thrusting and rolling,
alternating broad strokes with stabbing flicks, as he stroked Gojyo�s cock with
his other hand.

�Hah... ah, Ah... Ahh!� Gojyo�s knees buckled as he came, splashing the tiles
with the force of his ejaculation. Hakkai rose quickly in alarm, catching Gojyo
tightly about the waist to prevent him from hitting the floor. He shifted
Gojyo, still supporting his entire weight, so that they were pressed face to
face. Gojyo�s eyelids flickered open. He looked dazed and only half-conscious.
�Oh, fuck, Hakkai,� he whispered faintly. �I think I�m gonna
pass out. I�m totally serious.�

�Perhaps the water is too hot,� Hakkai considered, slightly alarmed at Gojyo�s
inability to regain his feet. �Let�s get you to bed, all right?� He tried to
sound comforting, but he feared his own voice was probably thick with lust. He
truly hoped he hadn�t gone too far. But he was quite sure there was nothing in
what he�d done that could have caused injury. And Gojyo had seemed to have been
enjoying it very much...

�Yeah,� Gojyo nodded, his voice still barely above a
whisper. �Fuck, what�d you do to me, Hakkai?�

�Was it not good?� Hakkai asked with real concern as he turned off the water
and helped Gojyo out of the shower, leaning him against a wall so that he could
dry the water from his body.

�So good...� Gojyo murmured. His eyes were shut again, but he seemed to be
standing on his own, so Hakkai quickly dried himself off. Then he took Gojyo�s
hand and led him, stumbling slightly but walking pretty much on his own, to the
nearest of the two beds in the room. Gojyo flopped onto his back, breathing
heavily, and Hakkai stood at the foot of the bed watching him carefully, arms
folded. After a moment Gojyo reopened his eyes. Hakkai felt a sincere relief
when Gojyo�s familiar cocky smile returned, spreading slowly across his face.
�Fucking hell, Hakkai,� he slurred. �That was a fucking first for me.�

�Really?� Hakkai was curious. �Which part?�

�No one�s ever done that to me before.� Gojyo answered. �Fuck, I didn�t know I
wanted �em to. That was intense as all hell.� Hakkai
crawled forward onto the bed, coming down lightly on top of Gojyo.

�I�m glad you liked it,� he whispered. Lips met and tongues tangled. Gojyo was
moving slowly, taking his time, still obviously swimming in the sluggish
afterglow of orgasm. Hakkai�s kisses were more urgent � the day of frustration
followed by the more recent shower activity had him feeling on fire with his
need for release.

�I wanna do that to you,� Gojyo said between kisses.

�That�s not necessary, Gojyo,� Hakkai breathed. �That�s not why I did it...�

�No,� Gojyo insisted. �You gotta feel that, Hakkai.
I�m serious, it was... Hakkai, you listening?�

�No, Gojyo,� Hakkai answered. He was concentrating intently on rubbing his cock
against Gojyo�s. Gojyo�s wasn�t quite hard yet. It still felt very good,
pressing against his own, but it wasn�t quite enough.
He took Gojyo�s hand and, rolling off of him slightly, pressed it to his aching
penis. Forward of him, perhaps, but after what he had done for Gojyo, he
supposed it would be acceptable to ask for this. And apparently it was. �Ahh... Gojyo, yes... Oh, it�s wonderful!� he groaned as
Gojyo�s fingers closed around him and he began to stroke.

Gojyo pulled himself to his knees. Hakkai wasn�t sure why, but didn�t plan to
protest as long as it wasn�t distracting Gojyo from the stroking of his cock.
It was important that that continue. He pushed into the firm grip and groaned happily, ignoring Gojyo�s other hand, which seemed to be
trying to roll him over. Then the good, productive, hand left him and he opened
his eyes, narrowing them at Gojyo and growling slightly. Gojyo pulled back,
looking alarmed. �Don�t. Stop.� Hakkai ordered.

�Just roll over, okay, Hakkai?� Gojyo said. Why does he sound nervous?
Hakkai�s thoughts were slightly fuzzy. He�s the one who knows what he�s
doing here. �I�ll keep touching, you. Just get on your knees, yeah?� Keep
and Touching registered and Hakkai rolled to
his knees. Gojyo dragged him back toward the end of the bed and leaned over him
to resume the touching. Hakkai moaned and thrust into the offered fist. He had a
flash of self-consciousness at the thought of how he must look at the moment,
backside in the air and hips jerking wildly, but pushed it away in favor of
pursuing the pleasure Gojyo was providing. He felt Gojyo�s other hand roaming
over his backside and that was pleasant as well.

He growled again in frustration as, after a few moments, Gojyo�s hand abandoned
his now straining and dripping cock. The frustration turned into surprise as he
felt Gojyo pulling him wide. He tensed and waited for a touch, a tongue, a
penis (hopefully with attendant lubricant), something. He felt just cool air.
He felt Gojyo�s eyes on him. He felt... open.

�Gojyo?� he heard his voice crack, felt himself coming down hard from that edge
of unaccustomed abandon he�d been riding. �I told you, you don�t have to...�

�Want to...�

�Then why? This...� he squirmed slightly, trying to remove himself from Gojyo�s
grip, but Gojyo held on tight. Hakkai felt very hot and uncomfortable now. He
was embarrassed and his erection was hurting. �I don�t think...�

�I just never thought I�d think looking at some guy�s ass was this hot, ya know?� Gojyo sounded sincerely awed by the thought and,
in spite of - or perhaps partly because of - his awkward position, Hakkai had
to laugh. He feared it was a pained sound.

�I hope I�m not simply �some guy,� Gojyo.� He tried again to twist out of
Gojyo�s grip but stilled his movements when he felt hot breath against his
entrance, then a gentle flick of wet warmth. �Ahh!� He quivered all over. Whether it was the sensation,
this gentle, invasive, soothing, sensual stroking or simply the thought
of what it was Gojyo was doing, it was one of the most unutterably pleasant
things he had ever experienced in his life. �Hah... oh,
Gojyo!� Gojyo put a hand back on Hakkai�s sore and throbbing erection
and Hakkai�s mind spun. Gojyo followed with several long sucking licks. Hakkai
groaned as Gojyo lapped intently at his sensitive flesh, stroking him hard at
the same time. �Gojyo...� His hips were making small jerky movements he
couldn�t control. He tried to stay still, to make it easier for Gojyo�s lapping
tongue to keep touching him, but maddening sensation was assaulting him from
all sides. There was a particularly deep thrust of warm, thick
Gojyo-tongue entering him and he thought he might have screamed. �Gojyo!� And everything went white and hot and electric as
he tensed, wire tight, and shattered and fell through
waves and waves of washing pleasure - all tinted red. And red was not
the color of blood or of penance or of anything except warm, wonderful,
accepting, loving Gojyo.

�Hakkai?� Floating.
He was floating and would happily float forever. From far away he thought
he might have felt a vague sense of bed-ness beneath his back, the idea of
hands touching sticky flesh. Floating.

�Hakkai? Hey, Hakkai?�

�I�m not coming back today, Gojyo. You all just go on without me...�

�Hakkai!!!�

He opened his eyes and looked sleepily at Gojyo�s concerned face. �Yes, Gojyo?�
he asked politely.

�I fucking hate it when you do that, man,� Gojyo said, sounding relieved. He
stroked a hand through his hair and leaned back on the bed, fumbling with a
cigarette lighter. �It totally freaks me out, ya
know?�

�I�m sorry, Gojyo,� Hakkai said, not feeling very sorry. Since he had no
control over his post-coital ramblings, he�d determined that Gojyo would just
have to get used to them. Lots of practice would doubtless be helpful in that
regard. He pulled himself up, sitting beside Gojyo as his friend lit a
cigarette and inhaled deeply.

�That didn�t last long,� Gojyo commented, without criticism, as he exhaled.

�Really, Gojyo,� Hakkai replied lightly. �I�d been holding back for quite a
long while. And don�t be so certain I�ve finished with you yet.�

�I wanted to get my tongue waaay up there,� Gojyo
continued, with a rather obscene, yet somehow charming, enthusiasm. �I wanted
to see if I could hit that sweet spot.�

�I don�t think your tongue is quite long enough for that, Gojyo,� Hakkai
replied, appreciating the sentiment. �And it�s called a prostate.�

�Eh? Stupid name. Thought that meant lying down.�

�That�s prostrate,� Hakkai explained.

�Whatever. It�s still a dumb name.�

Hakkai didn�t pursue the argument. �Are we going to do this every night?� he
asked instead.

�I hope so, yeah,� Gojyo replied. �When we can without, you know... without
anyone finding out.�

Hakkai pulled a sheet over his sticky lower half. He was a bit surprised to
discover that he didn�t feel like washing up quite yet.

�Is it so important to keep it a secret?� Hakkai wanted to know. �It seems
inevitable that they find out at some point, if we continue this.�

�Look Hakkai,� Gojyo said. �I know we can�t keep it a secret forever, but this
is new right now, yeah?�

And you don�t think it is going to last... Hakkai finished in his mind.

�And I�m just not ready for fucking
high-and-mighty-I-have-no-fucking-dick-and-am-better-than-you Sanzo to piss all
over it, okay?� Gojyo explained, surprising Hakkai. �And you know that�s what
he�s gonna do, right? So let�s keep it between us for
now, yeah?�

Hakkai was truly touched by the sentiment. �Put out the cigarette, Gojyo.�

�Eh?�

�I�m now quite certain I haven�t finished with you yet.�

�Oh, okay. I... Ahh. Uhn... Hey! Oh! Hah... Hakkai!�

***

Hakkai snuck a look at Gojyo in Jeep�s rear-view mirror as they cruised into
their third driving hour of the day. He managed to redirect his gaze before
Gojyo�s eyes met his, not letting his friend know he�d been looking. Gojyo�s
face was flushed and he looked a little uncomfortable, shifting slightly from
time to time. It was unsurprising, Hakkai supposed. Sanzo hadn�t really given
them time to clean up this morning and Gojyo was probably just a little sore
and sticky.

But it was all good. Because he was deeply in love with Gojyo and Gojyo was
probably in love with him, too. And that was all very important and deeply
meaningful, but payback, after all, was payback, and he knew Gojyo was man
enough to take it.

�Everyone okay back there?� he called cheerfully.

�I�m hungry,� chimed Goku. Gojyo said nothing but Hakkai caught his pained
wince in the mirror. Hakkai smiled slightly as he took an especially epic
pothole with first the front and then the rear tire. He heard Gojyo hiss
lightly and gave in, allowing Gojyo to catch his eye in the mirror and giving
him a quick wink.

�Bastard,� Gojyo muttered through a slowly spreading grin. Hakkai let that grin
wash over him and decided he would, very definitely, make a full apology later.

Hakkai recollected his thoughts of just twenty-four hours prior. He felt that
there was a storm behind him and that the cold black clouds had rolled away,
dispelled by that insufferable, charming, irresistible, cocky grin. There were
other storms where that one had come from, Hakkai was certain, and they would
probably always be lurking in the darkened corners of his mind. But for now,
and not for the first time, he felt he had found a safe harbor in the companion
riding right behind and to the right of him. He made up his mind, in addition
to the apology, to give that companion a thousand proper thank yous for, once again, bringing him in out of the rain.

*fin*

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