Fic: Saiyuki: Damage Control - NC-17
My yaoi_challenge fic for andmydog, who prompted: Gojyo/Hakkai: Someone has a bad day (bonus points for Hakkai losing his limiters, or Gojyo using Shakujou)
Many thanks to my betas, new_kate and angstymcgoth.
I have never been this early for a deadline ever.
Need I say that this is pure smut?
Damage Control
They’re in town when it happens, right in the middle of the market with the monkey whining for food and the monk getting ready to go for his fan. Faces twist and suddenly, with a lurch, Gojyo finds himself surrounded by pulses, heat signatures, cow-stupid, oblivious game. Closing his eyes is exactly the wrong reaction; the smell of sweat, of meat doubles in intensity, sickeningly delicious. He makes a small sound at the back of his throat.
“You’re losing it, aren’t you?” Sanzo asks, low, and even him- he looks like a juicy, snow-pale plum, sweet and thin-skinned and just as easy to bite into. His right hand is resting inside his sleeve, on his revolver.
“The monkey-“
“The monkey’s fine.”
“But-“
“I’ve dealt with him before. Go-”
Sanzo is interrupted by a frantic white dragon swooping into his face.
Hakkai.
Shit, what if he- what if this is why he’s waiting alone at their room back at the inn. And if this just now hit him this hard, what if-
Shit.
Gojyo doesn’t run, and then he does. Blood screams in his ears until he has to narrow his focus to the patch of ground before his feet or leap for some unsuspecting old woman’s jugular.
Hakkai is sitting at their room's small table, head in hands. He looks up sharply as the door slams into the wall. His eyes are slitted and dark, so dark, hair falling messily into them, face dangerously blank. Gojyo’s breath surges with the youryoku pouring off him. His muscles twitch.
“You-“ Hakkai says, “Are you-“
Gojyo closes the door carefully, slowly, and takes a step forward. Hakkai tracks his movements with an intensity he can feel all over his skin.
“I didn’t hurt anyone. But-“
“Goku?”
“Fine. Normal, even. Stupid monkey. Sanzo’s with him. And. You-” Gojyo cannot move the last step forward. He stands uselessly in the middle of the floor, trying not to savor the way Hakkai’s smell makes his heart pound.
“Sanzo-“ Hakkai says, starting to rise.
“Will be fine. Remember what that- what she said, that Goku’s limiter is special. And besides, Sanzo’s the only one who’s ever won against the monkey. Besides, I- when I looked at him, I-”
Gojyo bites his tongue hard as his back slams into plaster. He tastes copper.
“Shit, Hakkai,” he says to the shining teeth bared inches from his face, “I didn’t touch him. Just- how he looked. How he smelled. But I didn’t touch him.”
Hakkai relaxes against him incrementally, leaning his weight into Gojyo, so that even though he is taller, he feels small, trapped. The way Hakkai smells is doing weird things to him with every inhale, the bodywarmth of him, his fingers loose in the folds of Gojyo’s tank top.
Hakkai is staring at his neck or chest, counting his pulse, maybe. The dark vine winds across his face like a seam, something torn and stitched back together. Gojyo has never touched him in this form before. It's been too long since they've gotten to touch. He lets one hand come up to trace the long point of Hakkai's ear, feels him flinch.
“They just- disintegrated.”
“You’re still here.”
“I can smell the human in you,” he hisses, pressing his face under Gojyo’s jaw, teeth slick against skin, lips trembling. It makes sense, perfect sense, and Gojyo arches, feeling his cock harden against Hakkai’s lean stomach. He grabs for Hakkai’s hips and crushes them together, his belt buckle digging into both of them.
“Let’s fuck,” he whispers, the hot voice he used to use on the village women coming ragged.
“What?”
“We haven't gotten to for weeks,” he says, “Want you. Please.”
Gojyo's shaking with how bad he wants this. He tightens his arms when Hakkai starts to pull away from him and feels him check his strength. Hakkai is tense and wary, his wicked talons twitching against Gojyo's chest, his cock heating against Gojyo’s thigh through the layers of their clothing.
“Gojyo, I don’t think-“
“I don’t know,” Gojyo whispers, “If I can control myself.”
Hakkai's neck tastes amazing and he can't loosen his hold on Hakkai's ass, can't stop grinding against him so he pulls Hakkai’s collar open with his teeth and buries his face in the warmth of his shoulder. The vines don’t taste different from the rest of his skin, but Gojyo imagines he can feel them on his tongue: dark, pulsing with power. Hakkai makes a faint sound and lets his head fall back.
“Touch me,” Gojyo says, “or tell me to leave.”
“My- claws.”
Gojyo brings one limp hand to his mouth, licks from the sharp tip to the pad of the finger and watches Hakkai’s pupils dilate. His tank top is tearing in Hakkai's fist so he struggles out of his jacket, reaches down and strips it off. Hakkai backs away a step, but doesn’t stop Gojyo when he guides the shirt down his arms. It flutters to the floor. Hakkai reaches for him.
Gojyo’s head is spinning as he tears at Hakkai’s fly, the world thrown off balance until Gojyo hits the bed and writhes out of the shredded remains of his pants. He nearly falls back off it, fumbling through his bag for the slick.
“Get over here,” he orders, snaking around to grab Hakkai, but the next thing he knows Hakkai's got him in a wrist lock with his arm twisted up behind his back, his face mashed into the sheets. His insides shiver as Hakkai’s teeth find the back of his neck and something in him has known from the beginning it would be like this, something which wants him to roll over and bare his throat and wrap his legs around Hakkai so he can’t get away. Hakkai's cock is throbbing against him, sliding against his tailbone, down into the crack of his ass as Hakkai humps him, but when Gojyo moans and humps back, he freezes.
“Is this really how you want it, Gojyo?” he growls, voice breaking on the name, “With me- like this-”
“No,” Gojyo says into the linen, “I want to watch your face while you fuck the shit out of me.”
Cold air hits his back where Hakkai is suddenly not touching him. Gojyo shakes the feeling back into his arm and gathers his limbs, closes his fist around the tube of lotion. His muscles are coils of strength. Hakkai is too far away, kneeling at the other end of the bed, chest heaving, hard dick flushed an angry red.
“Hakkai, look at me.“
“I don't think-“
“Hakkai. Please-“
“But-“
What comes out of Gojyo's throat is not a word, and he practically throws himself on top of Hakkai. Talons catch on his forearm and leave long, stinging scratches.
“I’m asking you,” he snarls, one hand clamping over Hakkai’s wrist, the other flipping open the little tube, getting lotion everywhere, “to fuck me. Ok?”
Hakkai's eyes roll back as Gojyo slicks his cock. “Ok,” he echoes, faintly.
Gojyo moans as he rubs the head against his hole, tries to breathe. It's been months but his body remembers this, loves this. Then Hakkai's hips snap up and he slides in, and then Gojyo is sinking back onto Hakkai's beautiful cock, forcing himself relaxed because he wants every inch. And then he's there, and full, and drinking great gasps of Hakkai's scent off his chest as claws trace ticklish patterns across his hips. Hakkai is finally looking at him when he looks up, and when Gojyo tells him, “Kiss me,” he does.
And though he wants to lick the inside of Hakkai’s mouth, possibly forever, he keeps the kiss light, gentle, almost sweet until Hakkai makes up his mind and pries his lips apart. And then it’s deep and demanding and their hips are grinding together unstoppably. Gojyo squeezes hard with his inner muscles, wanting to feel him, wanting them both to feel. He can feel Hakkai growling low in his chest before his back hits the mattress, his hands are pinned and his legs are in the air.
Gojyo is distantly aware that he is speaking, a stream of profanity and encouragement and hoarse, rough begging, but all he really knows is Hakkai’s cock pounding him, deep and hard and straight for the sweetspot. Hakkai's teeth sharp in his lip, claws sharp in his hair, his own cock throbbing as it bounces against his stomach. He digs his heels into Hakkai's back and struggles to keep his eyes open, to watch Hakkai's face because he's gorgeous, fucking beautiful like this, like always. Every thrust coils his guts tighter until Hakkai practically folds him in half to get to his mouth, trapping his cock in the sweat-slick space between them. The compression makes Hakkai's dick feel huge inside him and suddenly Hakkai is coming, driving into him hard, coming in his ass and moaning into his mouth and Gojyo shudders again and again, fighting the hold on his arms.
They rest together, panting through aftershocks until Hakkai slips free and lets Gojyo put his legs down. Gojyo feathers kisses on anything within reach: hair, eyelids, jaw, lips. When Hakkai peels himself away and goes for a cloth, Gojyo just lays there bonelessly.
“You ok?” Gojyo asks, as Hakkai carefully wipes away the come congealing on his stomach. Hakkai frowns, but doesn't answer. When he comes back, he leans down and kisses Gojyo very slowly and thoroughly, sinking down against his side. Really, Gojyo's not sure he's ok either, but kissing Hakkai is better than thinking about it.
“Take the edge off?” Gojyo asks, when Hakkai finally drops his head to rest on his shoulder.
“No. Not really.”
“Cigarette?”
“No, thank you.”
Gojyo lights himself one. The hot rasp of smoke is less satisfying than usual.
“Ideas?”
“Ah. None. Though, I suppose getting away from people would be advisable.”
“Wait until the streets clear out.”
“Probably best. But Sanzo-“
“Has the monkey, the Jeep and the gold card. Hell of a lot more than we’ll have anyway.”
“Yes.”
“You want to keep heading west?”
“Gojyo-”
“Thought so,” he sighs, “Well, what else can we do?”
“I don’t know.”
Gojyo watches the smoke climb from his lips toward the squares of sunlight basking on the ceiling. Hakkai's fingers comb through his hair slowly, claw tips pressing lightly into his scalp. It feels good. The dull buzz of nicotine and Hakkai's tongue on his collar bone are chasing off his half-sated heaviness.
Gojyo mashes his cig into the ashtray and asks, “You wanna go again?”
“Yes,” Hakkai says, “Let's,” and his cock shivers like an animal as Gojyo rolls on top of him.
Many thanks to my betas, new_kate and angstymcgoth.
I have never been this early for a deadline ever.
Need I say that this is pure smut?
Damage Control
They’re in town when it happens, right in the middle of the market with the monkey whining for food and the monk getting ready to go for his fan. Faces twist and suddenly, with a lurch, Gojyo finds himself surrounded by pulses, heat signatures, cow-stupid, oblivious game. Closing his eyes is exactly the wrong reaction; the smell of sweat, of meat doubles in intensity, sickeningly delicious. He makes a small sound at the back of his throat.
“You’re losing it, aren’t you?” Sanzo asks, low, and even him- he looks like a juicy, snow-pale plum, sweet and thin-skinned and just as easy to bite into. His right hand is resting inside his sleeve, on his revolver.
“The monkey-“
“The monkey’s fine.”
“But-“
“I’ve dealt with him before. Go-”
Sanzo is interrupted by a frantic white dragon swooping into his face.
Hakkai.
Shit, what if he- what if this is why he’s waiting alone at their room back at the inn. And if this just now hit him this hard, what if-
Shit.
Gojyo doesn’t run, and then he does. Blood screams in his ears until he has to narrow his focus to the patch of ground before his feet or leap for some unsuspecting old woman’s jugular.
Hakkai is sitting at their room's small table, head in hands. He looks up sharply as the door slams into the wall. His eyes are slitted and dark, so dark, hair falling messily into them, face dangerously blank. Gojyo’s breath surges with the youryoku pouring off him. His muscles twitch.
“You-“ Hakkai says, “Are you-“
Gojyo closes the door carefully, slowly, and takes a step forward. Hakkai tracks his movements with an intensity he can feel all over his skin.
“I didn’t hurt anyone. But-“
“Goku?”
“Fine. Normal, even. Stupid monkey. Sanzo’s with him. And. You-” Gojyo cannot move the last step forward. He stands uselessly in the middle of the floor, trying not to savor the way Hakkai’s smell makes his heart pound.
“Sanzo-“ Hakkai says, starting to rise.
“Will be fine. Remember what that- what she said, that Goku’s limiter is special. And besides, Sanzo’s the only one who’s ever won against the monkey. Besides, I- when I looked at him, I-”
Gojyo bites his tongue hard as his back slams into plaster. He tastes copper.
“Shit, Hakkai,” he says to the shining teeth bared inches from his face, “I didn’t touch him. Just- how he looked. How he smelled. But I didn’t touch him.”
Hakkai relaxes against him incrementally, leaning his weight into Gojyo, so that even though he is taller, he feels small, trapped. The way Hakkai smells is doing weird things to him with every inhale, the bodywarmth of him, his fingers loose in the folds of Gojyo’s tank top.
Hakkai is staring at his neck or chest, counting his pulse, maybe. The dark vine winds across his face like a seam, something torn and stitched back together. Gojyo has never touched him in this form before. It's been too long since they've gotten to touch. He lets one hand come up to trace the long point of Hakkai's ear, feels him flinch.
“They just- disintegrated.”
“You’re still here.”
“I can smell the human in you,” he hisses, pressing his face under Gojyo’s jaw, teeth slick against skin, lips trembling. It makes sense, perfect sense, and Gojyo arches, feeling his cock harden against Hakkai’s lean stomach. He grabs for Hakkai’s hips and crushes them together, his belt buckle digging into both of them.
“Let’s fuck,” he whispers, the hot voice he used to use on the village women coming ragged.
“What?”
“We haven't gotten to for weeks,” he says, “Want you. Please.”
Gojyo's shaking with how bad he wants this. He tightens his arms when Hakkai starts to pull away from him and feels him check his strength. Hakkai is tense and wary, his wicked talons twitching against Gojyo's chest, his cock heating against Gojyo’s thigh through the layers of their clothing.
“Gojyo, I don’t think-“
“I don’t know,” Gojyo whispers, “If I can control myself.”
Hakkai's neck tastes amazing and he can't loosen his hold on Hakkai's ass, can't stop grinding against him so he pulls Hakkai’s collar open with his teeth and buries his face in the warmth of his shoulder. The vines don’t taste different from the rest of his skin, but Gojyo imagines he can feel them on his tongue: dark, pulsing with power. Hakkai makes a faint sound and lets his head fall back.
“Touch me,” Gojyo says, “or tell me to leave.”
“My- claws.”
Gojyo brings one limp hand to his mouth, licks from the sharp tip to the pad of the finger and watches Hakkai’s pupils dilate. His tank top is tearing in Hakkai's fist so he struggles out of his jacket, reaches down and strips it off. Hakkai backs away a step, but doesn’t stop Gojyo when he guides the shirt down his arms. It flutters to the floor. Hakkai reaches for him.
Gojyo’s head is spinning as he tears at Hakkai’s fly, the world thrown off balance until Gojyo hits the bed and writhes out of the shredded remains of his pants. He nearly falls back off it, fumbling through his bag for the slick.
“Get over here,” he orders, snaking around to grab Hakkai, but the next thing he knows Hakkai's got him in a wrist lock with his arm twisted up behind his back, his face mashed into the sheets. His insides shiver as Hakkai’s teeth find the back of his neck and something in him has known from the beginning it would be like this, something which wants him to roll over and bare his throat and wrap his legs around Hakkai so he can’t get away. Hakkai's cock is throbbing against him, sliding against his tailbone, down into the crack of his ass as Hakkai humps him, but when Gojyo moans and humps back, he freezes.
“Is this really how you want it, Gojyo?” he growls, voice breaking on the name, “With me- like this-”
“No,” Gojyo says into the linen, “I want to watch your face while you fuck the shit out of me.”
Cold air hits his back where Hakkai is suddenly not touching him. Gojyo shakes the feeling back into his arm and gathers his limbs, closes his fist around the tube of lotion. His muscles are coils of strength. Hakkai is too far away, kneeling at the other end of the bed, chest heaving, hard dick flushed an angry red.
“Hakkai, look at me.“
“I don't think-“
“Hakkai. Please-“
“But-“
What comes out of Gojyo's throat is not a word, and he practically throws himself on top of Hakkai. Talons catch on his forearm and leave long, stinging scratches.
“I’m asking you,” he snarls, one hand clamping over Hakkai’s wrist, the other flipping open the little tube, getting lotion everywhere, “to fuck me. Ok?”
Hakkai's eyes roll back as Gojyo slicks his cock. “Ok,” he echoes, faintly.
Gojyo moans as he rubs the head against his hole, tries to breathe. It's been months but his body remembers this, loves this. Then Hakkai's hips snap up and he slides in, and then Gojyo is sinking back onto Hakkai's beautiful cock, forcing himself relaxed because he wants every inch. And then he's there, and full, and drinking great gasps of Hakkai's scent off his chest as claws trace ticklish patterns across his hips. Hakkai is finally looking at him when he looks up, and when Gojyo tells him, “Kiss me,” he does.
And though he wants to lick the inside of Hakkai’s mouth, possibly forever, he keeps the kiss light, gentle, almost sweet until Hakkai makes up his mind and pries his lips apart. And then it’s deep and demanding and their hips are grinding together unstoppably. Gojyo squeezes hard with his inner muscles, wanting to feel him, wanting them both to feel. He can feel Hakkai growling low in his chest before his back hits the mattress, his hands are pinned and his legs are in the air.
Gojyo is distantly aware that he is speaking, a stream of profanity and encouragement and hoarse, rough begging, but all he really knows is Hakkai’s cock pounding him, deep and hard and straight for the sweetspot. Hakkai's teeth sharp in his lip, claws sharp in his hair, his own cock throbbing as it bounces against his stomach. He digs his heels into Hakkai's back and struggles to keep his eyes open, to watch Hakkai's face because he's gorgeous, fucking beautiful like this, like always. Every thrust coils his guts tighter until Hakkai practically folds him in half to get to his mouth, trapping his cock in the sweat-slick space between them. The compression makes Hakkai's dick feel huge inside him and suddenly Hakkai is coming, driving into him hard, coming in his ass and moaning into his mouth and Gojyo shudders again and again, fighting the hold on his arms.
They rest together, panting through aftershocks until Hakkai slips free and lets Gojyo put his legs down. Gojyo feathers kisses on anything within reach: hair, eyelids, jaw, lips. When Hakkai peels himself away and goes for a cloth, Gojyo just lays there bonelessly.
“You ok?” Gojyo asks, as Hakkai carefully wipes away the come congealing on his stomach. Hakkai frowns, but doesn't answer. When he comes back, he leans down and kisses Gojyo very slowly and thoroughly, sinking down against his side. Really, Gojyo's not sure he's ok either, but kissing Hakkai is better than thinking about it.
“Take the edge off?” Gojyo asks, when Hakkai finally drops his head to rest on his shoulder.
“No. Not really.”
“Cigarette?”
“No, thank you.”
Gojyo lights himself one. The hot rasp of smoke is less satisfying than usual.
“Ideas?”
“Ah. None. Though, I suppose getting away from people would be advisable.”
“Wait until the streets clear out.”
“Probably best. But Sanzo-“
“Has the monkey, the Jeep and the gold card. Hell of a lot more than we’ll have anyway.”
“Yes.”
“You want to keep heading west?”
“Gojyo-”
“Thought so,” he sighs, “Well, what else can we do?”
“I don’t know.”
Gojyo watches the smoke climb from his lips toward the squares of sunlight basking on the ceiling. Hakkai's fingers comb through his hair slowly, claw tips pressing lightly into his scalp. It feels good. The dull buzz of nicotine and Hakkai's tongue on his collar bone are chasing off his half-sated heaviness.
Gojyo mashes his cig into the ashtray and asks, “You wanna go again?”
“Yes,” Hakkai says, “Let's,” and his cock shivers like an animal as Gojyo rolls on top of him.