Saiyuki (Hakkai/Gojyo)
Title: Temple of Love
Author: louiselux
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: none
Word count: 2543
A/N: thanks to emungere and new_kate for invaluable beta and helping. This was for the prompt: first time sex between two straight men - revenge.
Summary: ancient scrolls can cause trouble
Temple of Love
"Sanzo said it was a scroll."
"This one?" said Gojyo.
He held picked up a ragged length of paper. It had a scarlet ribbon dangling from it. It gave off a thick, heavy smell that Gojyo couldn’t quite place and it shivered in his hands like a live thing.
"He didn't mention it being charred," said Hakkai, frowning at it.
"Yeah, but the temple burned down, so… "
"I did warn you about smoking around so much dry timber, Gojyo."
Gojyo kicked at the smoking rubble and tried to ignore a prickle of guilt. He shrugged.
"The whole place was a fire hazard. It ain't my fault. It's only a temple. There's plenty more."
Before it had burned down, the temple had looked like it had been lived in until recently, but not by monks, Gojyo was guessing, unless they were some sort of sex monks. There were condom wrappers littering the floor and an old stained mattress that looked like it had seen some serious action. Sight of it had led him to happy memories of his own mattress, except now it was Hakkai's mattress and it got no action at all. At least that Gojyo was aware of, and he did pay some attention to the matter.
A fat gold-painted Buddha, smoke-blackened now, sat on the altar, gazing down on the ruins and smiling a Hakkai-smile. Flanking him where two bodhisattvas, both grinning. Gojyo shivered.
"You wanna head back?" he said. Hakkai nodded and then took the scroll from him and frowned at it.
"That's odd."
"Is it?"
Hakkai flicked him a glance.
"Didn't you read it?"
Gojyo shrugged again. "That writing's kind of messy."
He wanted to point out that he didn't like touching it, but Hakkai might think he was a wimp or something. It was kind of squirmy and hot in his hands.
"It's a spell," Hakkai said, studying it.
"Oh, thank you so much, Sanzo."
"It says: property of the Temple of Love. Please do not remove. If removed without permission, please ready yourself for dire consequences."
"Why the Temple of Love?"
"I have no idea. Monks are unpredictable."
"What's the dire consequences going to be?" He tweaked a corner of it, but it didn't do anything. "I mean, what's it gonna do, give us a paper cut?"
"It's magical. It could do anything. In theory."
They looked at each other.
"Maybe we could say it got burnt up," Gojyo offered.
"Or buried in the falling rubble."
"But then we wouldn't get paid and Sanzo would be angry."
Their eyes met again. One of the cool things about Hakkai was that sometimes neither of them had to say a word for them to understand each other. Gojyo sighed.
"It just better not go boom in my pocket, that's all."
Hakkai nodded, then tucked it into his own pocket instead. Gojyo didn't miss his quick shudder.
It took a few hours to get back, what with Sanzo being too tight to shell out for transport. Hakkai was quiet all the way home and Gojyo kept checking for signs of scroll possession or whatever it was.
"It's not doing stuff to you, is it?" Gojyo said. "Like secretly, and you're too much of a hero to tell me? Because that'd be a stupid way to die."
"I'm fine," Hakkai said, slowly and patiently, exactly as if he were lying about it.
He looked pink and there was sweat on his upper lip. He didn't crack though, or meet Gojyo's eye, so Gojyo let it go. As soon as they got home Hakkai took the scroll out and put it in the fridge.
"Why there?" Gojyo said, with interest. He leaned on Hakkai's shoulder. "Does the cold damp down the magic or something?"
"That's about as far as I've got with the theory, yes," Hakkai said, and then smiled at him in a relieved way and smoothed down his tunic. "Now, what would you like for dinner?"
Gojyo sat at the table and watched Hakkai fry chicken and vegetables, and boil rice, watched him wash the dishes and clear the table after they'd eaten. Afterwards, Hakkai sat opposite him with a bottle of beer. He was still flushed and, well. Gojyo tried hard not to notice, but Hakkai was noticeably bulging in the trouser department. Really noticeably.
"Feelin' all right?" he said.
"Very well."
"No consequences yet?"
"I do promise to let you know when there are, Gojyo."
Maybe it was just lack of mattress action generally. It was possible, if unlikely seeing how Hakkai kept going on about controlling his qi and all that shit. Gojyo was sure he could control an errant cock. Unless the scroll had some sort of special horny mojo. He surveyed Hakkai again, noticing that Hakkai was staring back at him rather glassily. That scroll definitely had something weird about it. Either way, Hakkai might need some time alone with Mistress Palm and her five lovely daughters. Gojyo finished his beer and announced he was going out.
"You sure you're okay?" Gojyo asked, fingers tapping on the door frame. "Still no dire consequences about to occur?"
"Actually, I think I might get an early night."
"Ah. Yeah." Gojyo had to smile. He didn't think Hakkai had ever mentioned sex, apart from the stuff about Kanan. "Enjoy it."
Hakkai blinked at him and looked worried. Their eyes met for second before they both looked away.
"Thank you," he said.
The bars were busy and loud. The girls were out in force. Gojyo drank too much too soon, smoked too many cigarettes and won too easily. He kept thinking about Hakkai back at the house, then got mad with himself for doing that. It wasn't helping his game.
"Won't he be waiting up for you?" Lili said, at one point, balanced on his lap.
"Heh. Not tonight. Early night."
She giggled a bit too much at that - it wasn’t that funny. A couple of rounds later he threw in his hand and got up. He was tired. The whole of today had been unsettling, with the burning temple and, well, Hakkai and his boner. Was a permanent hard-on the dire consequences that the scroll warned of? Because someone should talk to the monk who came up with that.
When he got back, the lights were off and Hakkai was sleeping, a dark lump under the covers. Gojyo listened to his breathing. It sounded kind of fast, but nothing alarming. The house smelled weird though, like a faint hint of burnt temple. He opened the window, hung out of it for a last cigarette, then undressed in the dark and settled down on his sofa. When he woke up it was still dark. The red flashing light on the video machine said: 3.47am, and Hakkai was moaning, loud enough so that he'd woken Gojyo. Fuck. The house smelled bad again, that thick itchy charred smell that seemed to stick in his throat was back, much stronger now.
"Frigging monks," he muttered, then half-fell off the couch and stumbled the couple of feet to Hakkai's bed. The covers were a tangled mess across his body and he wasn't wearing pyjamas. Or anything, Gojyo quickly realised, glancing down. Holy shit. Wow. "Hakkai," he said. "Wake up. It's a bad dream." He glanced helplessly at Hakkai's exposed dick. "Kay, maybe a good one. But. Wake up now."
Hakkai had his hands clenched in the sheets and his body was covered in sweat. That wasn't good, actually. Then Gojyo saw it: the scroll was draped over Hakkai's shins, tangled together with the sheets.
"Oi, get off," Gojyo said, and instinctively batted it away. It was hot to the touch, like Hakkai, and the shock of it made him gasp. It fell to the floor with a papery rustle and lay there, its ends curling together, rocking a little in a creepy way. "Hakkai. C'mon."
He shook Hakkai's arm, harder than he meant to. Hakkai's eyes snapped open in a very freaky way and he reached up with one arm and clutched Gojyo's shoulder. He looked and sounded completely awake.
"It's the scroll. It's demanding that I have sex with you. I've tried my best to put it off." Hakkai's voice began to quaver and his fingers turned vise-like. "But it's not paying me any attention. I don't think I'm able to control it. Myself. It's very uncomfortable."
"Fucking monks."
"Ah. Exactly."
The words 'dire consequences' trailed through Gojyo's mind in the brief moment before he was being pulled down onto the bed.
"I didn't mean to burn down the temple," he called to it, scrabbling to clutch at Hakkai's shoulders for some leverage.
"I don't think it cares."
Hakkai sort of wriggled under him, both hands resting on Gojyo's waist. Gojyo could feel exactly how hard he was, how warm and solid and guy-like he was. Hakkai's shiny dark hair spilled back from his face onto the pillow and he licked his lips. Gojyo swallowed hard, staring down at the way Hakkai was sprawled underneath him, thighs spread and his nipples hard. This probably should've felt weirder. Instead it felt kind of good.
"I don't sleep with guys," he said. It sounded incredibly pointless at this stage. "I didn't even know you slept with guys." He shifted his hips, his body instinctively wanting to find a better place because-- Oh, damn. Blood was pulsing into his cock and it was thickening against Hakkai's body, and then Hakkai moved so that his dick was pressing right alongside Gojyo's. Shit, that was-- hot. He closed his eyes for a moment. "You could've mentioned it."
"I've only ever slept with Kanan. I didn't know about-this."
"Only one person, ever?"
Hakkai's grip loosened on his shoulder and he pushed his hand into Gojyo's hair, tangling it between his fingers. His eyes were gleaming in the dark, blurry this close.
"I've wanted to touch you for a long time," he whispered.
"Oh."
"Perhaps I should've said."
"Yeah, just in case we met an angry sex scroll?"
Hakkai was still burning up, giving off heat like an oven. Sweat was beading on his forehead and his heart was hammering, thudding against Gojyo's ribs like it was going to burst out. Gojyo propped himself a little higher on his hands. It changed the angle of his hips and Hakkai gave a soft, desperate moan. He dragged his palm, slow and heavy and hot, down Gojyo’s spine to the base.
"How're you feeling?"
Hakkai bit his lip, then laughed faintly. "Rather worried," he said. "I can't control the energy."
"I think I'd better screw you," Gojyo said. "That okay?"
Hakkai was staring at him. It took Gojyo a few moments to register that the pain in his back was Hakkai's fingernails.
"Oh. Yes. Gojyo."
Like that, all hot and needy, Hakkai sounded like any woman Gojyo had ever fucked. Except he wasn't a woman, he was a man. Really a man, and that was all too obvious when he arched his hips up against Gojyo and rubbed up against his stomach. It wasn't as if Gojyo had never had anal sex before, so he knew what to do, except that this was Hakkai on his stomach underneath him, Hakkai's soft shaking voice saying his name over and over as Gojyo buried himself deep inside him.
It was hard to go slow but he managed it somehow. He leaned down and kissed the back of Hakkai's neck, then licked, then bit. Hakkai's ass was firm and tight and his cock felt pretty much like Gojyo's own, even down to the size. Hot in his palm, skin silky and getting slicker the more he stroked. He rubbed his fingers over the head and heard Hakkai's low moan, then reached back and cupped Hakkai's balls. Another moan. Gojyo pressed his mouth to the place between Hakkai's shoulder blades and went back to stroking his dick. It took some co-ordination to do it in time with his thrusts, but it paid off because Hakkai began arching back against him and making soft, choked noises.
Gojyo shifted his hips and sank in deeper, then just had to breathe for a moment. Each slow tight stroke just got him hotter, but it wasn't just that; each time Hakkai made a sound, or moved, or said his name, because this was Hakkai underneath him, getting fucked by his best friend and apparently loving it, and so was Gojyo. He laid his forehead on Hakkai’s back and listened to his soft hitching breaths. Seriously loving it. Maybe he could blame it on the scroll. He wondered vaguely if they’d have to talk about this in the morning.
"You okay?" Gojyo said in his ear.
Hakkai reached back and clutched at him, then turned his head so that Gojyo could feel his breath on his cheek. He nodded. Gojyo closed his eyes and licked at his skin, then just lost it completely when Hakkai's cock pulsed and Hakkai came all over his hand in hot wet spurts.
He wrapped both arms around Hakkai's body and pressed him into the mattress with the force of his thrusts, because he couldn't stop now and Hakkai was all boneless and pliant in his arms, spreading his thighs and tilting his hips back. Gojyo sank in deeper.
"Fuck. Yeah."
He dimly felt Hakkai turning his head, mouth searching for his, and Hakkai's hand still gripping back onto his arm, and then he was coming, his hips hardly moving except to grind in deeper and harder as he tensed and shook. Hakkai kissed him, pushing his tongue into Gojyo's mouth and drinking in his small sounds.
Afterwards they rolled apart slowly, arranging themselves until they lay facing each other.
"We'd better do it again tonight, to make sure," Hakkai said, stroking strands of damp hair from Gojyo's face.
Gojyo's heart rate wasn't anything like back to normal. He secretly doubted it ever would be. Hakkai sounded more like himself though, which was a relief.
"Again?"
"It'll help me regulate my qi. If you can't manage, that's perfectly fine"
"I can manage."
Hakkai's fingers wound into his hair. It felt good. Hakkai made him feel good. It shouldn't have been so easy to lie here with another dude all naked, but it was. He smiled into the pillow.
"In the morning, Gojyo-- Gojyo, are you falling asleep?"
"Nah."
"We'd better take it back to the temple."
"But I burnt the temple down, remember? And we won't get paid."
"Hmm. Perhaps in that case, we should just do what Sanzo asked and deliver the scroll to him."
It took Gojyo a while to stop laughing. "That's kinda mean."
"He can put a protective spell on it and make sure it can't harm anyone else."
Gojyo was going to protest about the harming, but he didn't get a chance. Hakkai leaned in close and kissed him on the mouth, soft at first, then he cupped Gojyo's jaw and moved closer.
"Oh," Gojyo heard himself gasp. Hakkai's tongue flicked against his.
"Gojyo, we'd better have more sex if I'm to survive until morning."
Morning. Gojyo didn’t want to think about that. Probably best not to. He moved closer and let Hakkai kiss him again. Morning could wait.
Author: louiselux
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: none
Word count: 2543
A/N: thanks to emungere and new_kate for invaluable beta and helping. This was for the prompt: first time sex between two straight men - revenge.
Summary: ancient scrolls can cause trouble
Temple of Love
"Sanzo said it was a scroll."
"This one?" said Gojyo.
He held picked up a ragged length of paper. It had a scarlet ribbon dangling from it. It gave off a thick, heavy smell that Gojyo couldn’t quite place and it shivered in his hands like a live thing.
"He didn't mention it being charred," said Hakkai, frowning at it.
"Yeah, but the temple burned down, so… "
"I did warn you about smoking around so much dry timber, Gojyo."
Gojyo kicked at the smoking rubble and tried to ignore a prickle of guilt. He shrugged.
"The whole place was a fire hazard. It ain't my fault. It's only a temple. There's plenty more."
Before it had burned down, the temple had looked like it had been lived in until recently, but not by monks, Gojyo was guessing, unless they were some sort of sex monks. There were condom wrappers littering the floor and an old stained mattress that looked like it had seen some serious action. Sight of it had led him to happy memories of his own mattress, except now it was Hakkai's mattress and it got no action at all. At least that Gojyo was aware of, and he did pay some attention to the matter.
A fat gold-painted Buddha, smoke-blackened now, sat on the altar, gazing down on the ruins and smiling a Hakkai-smile. Flanking him where two bodhisattvas, both grinning. Gojyo shivered.
"You wanna head back?" he said. Hakkai nodded and then took the scroll from him and frowned at it.
"That's odd."
"Is it?"
Hakkai flicked him a glance.
"Didn't you read it?"
Gojyo shrugged again. "That writing's kind of messy."
He wanted to point out that he didn't like touching it, but Hakkai might think he was a wimp or something. It was kind of squirmy and hot in his hands.
"It's a spell," Hakkai said, studying it.
"Oh, thank you so much, Sanzo."
"It says: property of the Temple of Love. Please do not remove. If removed without permission, please ready yourself for dire consequences."
"Why the Temple of Love?"
"I have no idea. Monks are unpredictable."
"What's the dire consequences going to be?" He tweaked a corner of it, but it didn't do anything. "I mean, what's it gonna do, give us a paper cut?"
"It's magical. It could do anything. In theory."
They looked at each other.
"Maybe we could say it got burnt up," Gojyo offered.
"Or buried in the falling rubble."
"But then we wouldn't get paid and Sanzo would be angry."
Their eyes met again. One of the cool things about Hakkai was that sometimes neither of them had to say a word for them to understand each other. Gojyo sighed.
"It just better not go boom in my pocket, that's all."
Hakkai nodded, then tucked it into his own pocket instead. Gojyo didn't miss his quick shudder.
It took a few hours to get back, what with Sanzo being too tight to shell out for transport. Hakkai was quiet all the way home and Gojyo kept checking for signs of scroll possession or whatever it was.
"It's not doing stuff to you, is it?" Gojyo said. "Like secretly, and you're too much of a hero to tell me? Because that'd be a stupid way to die."
"I'm fine," Hakkai said, slowly and patiently, exactly as if he were lying about it.
He looked pink and there was sweat on his upper lip. He didn't crack though, or meet Gojyo's eye, so Gojyo let it go. As soon as they got home Hakkai took the scroll out and put it in the fridge.
"Why there?" Gojyo said, with interest. He leaned on Hakkai's shoulder. "Does the cold damp down the magic or something?"
"That's about as far as I've got with the theory, yes," Hakkai said, and then smiled at him in a relieved way and smoothed down his tunic. "Now, what would you like for dinner?"
Gojyo sat at the table and watched Hakkai fry chicken and vegetables, and boil rice, watched him wash the dishes and clear the table after they'd eaten. Afterwards, Hakkai sat opposite him with a bottle of beer. He was still flushed and, well. Gojyo tried hard not to notice, but Hakkai was noticeably bulging in the trouser department. Really noticeably.
"Feelin' all right?" he said.
"Very well."
"No consequences yet?"
"I do promise to let you know when there are, Gojyo."
Maybe it was just lack of mattress action generally. It was possible, if unlikely seeing how Hakkai kept going on about controlling his qi and all that shit. Gojyo was sure he could control an errant cock. Unless the scroll had some sort of special horny mojo. He surveyed Hakkai again, noticing that Hakkai was staring back at him rather glassily. That scroll definitely had something weird about it. Either way, Hakkai might need some time alone with Mistress Palm and her five lovely daughters. Gojyo finished his beer and announced he was going out.
"You sure you're okay?" Gojyo asked, fingers tapping on the door frame. "Still no dire consequences about to occur?"
"Actually, I think I might get an early night."
"Ah. Yeah." Gojyo had to smile. He didn't think Hakkai had ever mentioned sex, apart from the stuff about Kanan. "Enjoy it."
Hakkai blinked at him and looked worried. Their eyes met for second before they both looked away.
"Thank you," he said.
The bars were busy and loud. The girls were out in force. Gojyo drank too much too soon, smoked too many cigarettes and won too easily. He kept thinking about Hakkai back at the house, then got mad with himself for doing that. It wasn't helping his game.
"Won't he be waiting up for you?" Lili said, at one point, balanced on his lap.
"Heh. Not tonight. Early night."
She giggled a bit too much at that - it wasn’t that funny. A couple of rounds later he threw in his hand and got up. He was tired. The whole of today had been unsettling, with the burning temple and, well, Hakkai and his boner. Was a permanent hard-on the dire consequences that the scroll warned of? Because someone should talk to the monk who came up with that.
When he got back, the lights were off and Hakkai was sleeping, a dark lump under the covers. Gojyo listened to his breathing. It sounded kind of fast, but nothing alarming. The house smelled weird though, like a faint hint of burnt temple. He opened the window, hung out of it for a last cigarette, then undressed in the dark and settled down on his sofa. When he woke up it was still dark. The red flashing light on the video machine said: 3.47am, and Hakkai was moaning, loud enough so that he'd woken Gojyo. Fuck. The house smelled bad again, that thick itchy charred smell that seemed to stick in his throat was back, much stronger now.
"Frigging monks," he muttered, then half-fell off the couch and stumbled the couple of feet to Hakkai's bed. The covers were a tangled mess across his body and he wasn't wearing pyjamas. Or anything, Gojyo quickly realised, glancing down. Holy shit. Wow. "Hakkai," he said. "Wake up. It's a bad dream." He glanced helplessly at Hakkai's exposed dick. "Kay, maybe a good one. But. Wake up now."
Hakkai had his hands clenched in the sheets and his body was covered in sweat. That wasn't good, actually. Then Gojyo saw it: the scroll was draped over Hakkai's shins, tangled together with the sheets.
"Oi, get off," Gojyo said, and instinctively batted it away. It was hot to the touch, like Hakkai, and the shock of it made him gasp. It fell to the floor with a papery rustle and lay there, its ends curling together, rocking a little in a creepy way. "Hakkai. C'mon."
He shook Hakkai's arm, harder than he meant to. Hakkai's eyes snapped open in a very freaky way and he reached up with one arm and clutched Gojyo's shoulder. He looked and sounded completely awake.
"It's the scroll. It's demanding that I have sex with you. I've tried my best to put it off." Hakkai's voice began to quaver and his fingers turned vise-like. "But it's not paying me any attention. I don't think I'm able to control it. Myself. It's very uncomfortable."
"Fucking monks."
"Ah. Exactly."
The words 'dire consequences' trailed through Gojyo's mind in the brief moment before he was being pulled down onto the bed.
"I didn't mean to burn down the temple," he called to it, scrabbling to clutch at Hakkai's shoulders for some leverage.
"I don't think it cares."
Hakkai sort of wriggled under him, both hands resting on Gojyo's waist. Gojyo could feel exactly how hard he was, how warm and solid and guy-like he was. Hakkai's shiny dark hair spilled back from his face onto the pillow and he licked his lips. Gojyo swallowed hard, staring down at the way Hakkai was sprawled underneath him, thighs spread and his nipples hard. This probably should've felt weirder. Instead it felt kind of good.
"I don't sleep with guys," he said. It sounded incredibly pointless at this stage. "I didn't even know you slept with guys." He shifted his hips, his body instinctively wanting to find a better place because-- Oh, damn. Blood was pulsing into his cock and it was thickening against Hakkai's body, and then Hakkai moved so that his dick was pressing right alongside Gojyo's. Shit, that was-- hot. He closed his eyes for a moment. "You could've mentioned it."
"I've only ever slept with Kanan. I didn't know about-this."
"Only one person, ever?"
Hakkai's grip loosened on his shoulder and he pushed his hand into Gojyo's hair, tangling it between his fingers. His eyes were gleaming in the dark, blurry this close.
"I've wanted to touch you for a long time," he whispered.
"Oh."
"Perhaps I should've said."
"Yeah, just in case we met an angry sex scroll?"
Hakkai was still burning up, giving off heat like an oven. Sweat was beading on his forehead and his heart was hammering, thudding against Gojyo's ribs like it was going to burst out. Gojyo propped himself a little higher on his hands. It changed the angle of his hips and Hakkai gave a soft, desperate moan. He dragged his palm, slow and heavy and hot, down Gojyo’s spine to the base.
"How're you feeling?"
Hakkai bit his lip, then laughed faintly. "Rather worried," he said. "I can't control the energy."
"I think I'd better screw you," Gojyo said. "That okay?"
Hakkai was staring at him. It took Gojyo a few moments to register that the pain in his back was Hakkai's fingernails.
"Oh. Yes. Gojyo."
Like that, all hot and needy, Hakkai sounded like any woman Gojyo had ever fucked. Except he wasn't a woman, he was a man. Really a man, and that was all too obvious when he arched his hips up against Gojyo and rubbed up against his stomach. It wasn't as if Gojyo had never had anal sex before, so he knew what to do, except that this was Hakkai on his stomach underneath him, Hakkai's soft shaking voice saying his name over and over as Gojyo buried himself deep inside him.
It was hard to go slow but he managed it somehow. He leaned down and kissed the back of Hakkai's neck, then licked, then bit. Hakkai's ass was firm and tight and his cock felt pretty much like Gojyo's own, even down to the size. Hot in his palm, skin silky and getting slicker the more he stroked. He rubbed his fingers over the head and heard Hakkai's low moan, then reached back and cupped Hakkai's balls. Another moan. Gojyo pressed his mouth to the place between Hakkai's shoulder blades and went back to stroking his dick. It took some co-ordination to do it in time with his thrusts, but it paid off because Hakkai began arching back against him and making soft, choked noises.
Gojyo shifted his hips and sank in deeper, then just had to breathe for a moment. Each slow tight stroke just got him hotter, but it wasn't just that; each time Hakkai made a sound, or moved, or said his name, because this was Hakkai underneath him, getting fucked by his best friend and apparently loving it, and so was Gojyo. He laid his forehead on Hakkai’s back and listened to his soft hitching breaths. Seriously loving it. Maybe he could blame it on the scroll. He wondered vaguely if they’d have to talk about this in the morning.
"You okay?" Gojyo said in his ear.
Hakkai reached back and clutched at him, then turned his head so that Gojyo could feel his breath on his cheek. He nodded. Gojyo closed his eyes and licked at his skin, then just lost it completely when Hakkai's cock pulsed and Hakkai came all over his hand in hot wet spurts.
He wrapped both arms around Hakkai's body and pressed him into the mattress with the force of his thrusts, because he couldn't stop now and Hakkai was all boneless and pliant in his arms, spreading his thighs and tilting his hips back. Gojyo sank in deeper.
"Fuck. Yeah."
He dimly felt Hakkai turning his head, mouth searching for his, and Hakkai's hand still gripping back onto his arm, and then he was coming, his hips hardly moving except to grind in deeper and harder as he tensed and shook. Hakkai kissed him, pushing his tongue into Gojyo's mouth and drinking in his small sounds.
Afterwards they rolled apart slowly, arranging themselves until they lay facing each other.
"We'd better do it again tonight, to make sure," Hakkai said, stroking strands of damp hair from Gojyo's face.
Gojyo's heart rate wasn't anything like back to normal. He secretly doubted it ever would be. Hakkai sounded more like himself though, which was a relief.
"Again?"
"It'll help me regulate my qi. If you can't manage, that's perfectly fine"
"I can manage."
Hakkai's fingers wound into his hair. It felt good. Hakkai made him feel good. It shouldn't have been so easy to lie here with another dude all naked, but it was. He smiled into the pillow.
"In the morning, Gojyo-- Gojyo, are you falling asleep?"
"Nah."
"We'd better take it back to the temple."
"But I burnt the temple down, remember? And we won't get paid."
"Hmm. Perhaps in that case, we should just do what Sanzo asked and deliver the scroll to him."
It took Gojyo a while to stop laughing. "That's kinda mean."
"He can put a protective spell on it and make sure it can't harm anyone else."
Gojyo was going to protest about the harming, but he didn't get a chance. Hakkai leaned in close and kissed him on the mouth, soft at first, then he cupped Gojyo's jaw and moved closer.
"Oh," Gojyo heard himself gasp. Hakkai's tongue flicked against his.
"Gojyo, we'd better have more sex if I'm to survive until morning."
Morning. Gojyo didn’t want to think about that. Probably best not to. He moved closer and let Hakkai kiss him again. Morning could wait.