For Real
Author: lillypuff
LiveJournal: http://lillypuff.livejournal.com
Characters From: Saiyuki
Pairing(s): youkai!Hakkai
x Gojyo
Rating: NC-17
Written For: micaela_a
Prompt: Instead of a prompt, Mica requested something
with youkai!Hakkai
Warnings: explicit sexuality, vine!bondage, breath play, generally rough smexing
Summary: You only live once, right?
Disclaimer: Sadly, Saiyuki does not belong to me. I wish it did. Just having some fun.
Random Notes: This
refused to be anything but a PWP.
Sheets rustle as
half sleeping bodies move under bedding and moonlight. Gojyo runs a hand over a familiar scar,
resting it there for a moment, as if thinking, before tracing his fingers up
Hakkai's body from chest to shoulders, up his slender neck to an ear decorated
with metal. His fingers flick over the
silver cuffs, cold to the touch.
For a moment,
Gojyo hesitates. He's thinking, trying
to decide. He wonders if Hakkai will
hate him for this, but he really wants to see,
and desire wins out.
You only live once, right?
With graceful
speed, Gojyo's lithe fingers pluck a metal cuff from his lover's ear before
Hakkai has a chance to stop him.
The healer gasps,
wide eyes shining in the moonlight that breaks the darkness of their room. Gojyo looks down at Hakkai and stares into
his eyes, one green, always green, and the other lighter now, with hints of
yellow.
"Gojyo!?" Hakkai's voice is shaky, familiar
and yet not. It's not often Gojyo hears
panic in the healer's words.
"Shhh," Gojyo soothes, trying not to sound too desperate to know the other side of
his lover, "I want to see you."
"You see me…"
"No, I want
to see you, not what you hide behind."
His fingers trace
the two remaining cuffs, but he doesn't remove another.
"But I…you…"
"Shhh. I
trust you," Gojyo's voice is
full of confidence that hides how nervous he has suddenly become.
Maybe this was a mistake?
The silence in
the room is defining, then suddenly there are lips upon his and Gojyo takes
that for a sign to continue, and he does, before Hakkai has a chance to change
his mind
His fingers grip
metal once more, pulling gently. Once
dull nails become sharp against his tanned back, pointed teeth begin to scrap
against his tongue. Two
down, one to go as Gojyo takes a deep breath through his nose, the sound echoed
by a low growl from beside him.
When Gojyo
removes the final limiter, Hakkai breaks the kiss and pulls back and all three
pieces of metal fall from Gojyo's hand and he watches as the vines appear on
the healer's face; as they wind their way down his frame, disappearing below
the sheets.
Gojyo doesn't
make a move, not then and for a moment silence reins once again, until what
sounds like a sigh of relief is issued from the body next to him. Gojyo watches, mesmerized,
as a toothy grin spreads across Hakkai's face.
"Hello
Gojyo," Hakkai says through a low growl and Gojyo thinks he could die
right there, though from fear or pure lust, he doesn't know. He's hard as hell, and just as scared.
"H-hi,"
Gojyo manages to stammer out in response, still unsure if he should make the first
move, though he supposes in reality he already did.
"This is
what you wanted, isn't it?" Hakkai asks in that feral voice and Gojyo nods
in silent agreement, "The come and claim it."
For a moment,
Gojyo hesitates, and then he is closing the gap between them, taking the healer's
lips in a hard, needy kiss. His hands are
roaming everywhere as the sheets begin to crumple around them, forced away by
their movements. Gojyo almost expects to
feel the vines the wrap around Hakkai's
body, but they are like old tattoos and birthmarks -- a part of him.
Gojyo pushes
Hakkai onto his back, still kissing hard, tongue tangling with the other, sharp
teeth threatening to draw blood, and then he feels something, a tingling
sensation at the base of his wrists. Something
is...
Gojyo breaks the
kiss to look down at his hands and wrists and when he sees the vines that are
beginning to work their way up his arms Gojyo swallows hard and stares once
more into Hakkai's eyes, one still green (always green) and the other yellow
and wild and hungry.
He pulls his head
back a bit and the action elects a grumble from the body below him. Hakkai is grinning madly, and not madly as in
filled with glee or joy or excitement; madly as in insane, deranged, and eccentric.
As the vines
continue their slow crawl up his arms, Gojyo begins to wonder what exactly he's
gotten himself into. He tries to smile
as they stare each other down. When
Hakkai's deep, scratchy voice breaks the silence Gojyo has to fight back a
twitch.
"You can't
always be in control."
Gojyo says
nothing, he doesn't have to.
"And neither
can I."
Gojyo stares,
unmoving as the vines halt their progression.
"Shall we
lose control together, then?"
Gojyo groans
loud, nodding his head, and suddenly he is on his back and Hakkai is hovering
over him, grinning and growling and biting.
The vines are moving faster now, covering him in a spiral pattern, same
as they cover their master. When one
slides its way around his cock, the end flicking at his leaking slit, Gojyo can't
help but shudder. He tries to reach out
for Hakkai but finds he can't; for all their delicate
look, the vines are incredibly strong and they pin him down.
Unable to move
much, Gojyo simply allows himself to go with the flow, his breath heavy, his
heartbeat sporadic, his cock hard and pulsing.
He moans and writhes and squirms, his senses are on fire with every
bite, every scratch, every tingle and flick of the vines and all the while his
eyes are watching intently, staring at the body that hovers above him, driving
his senses mad.
When Hakkai pulls
him into a sitting position the vines being to loosen their grip on Gojyo's
arms and for a moment he thinks he may have a chance to touch his lover once
more, but Hakkai is fast and Gojyo suddenly finds his arms being bound behind
him by those delicate vines and just as quickly as he was forced onto his back,
he is turned over onto his stomach, his head being pushed into the pillows, his
ass in the air.
"I can't see
you anymore," Gojyo practically whines to his companion.
"You've seen
enough," Hakkai replies through a growl.
It is an inhuman sound, but Gojyo realizes it is the closets he's ever
come to knowing the real Hakkai; the
one that isn't made up of plastic smiles and polite laughter.
The vines begin
to crawl around him once more, tightening around his shoulders, throat and
cock.
"'Kai...hard
to breath…" Gojyo manages to sputter.
"Don't you trust me?"
Holding back a
curse at hearing his own words thrown back at him, Gojyo nods his head.
"Good,"
Hakkai replies, his voice now like a purr.
The vines loosen around him, but not by much and Gojyo takes the deepest
breaths he can.
When a cold and
wet finger slips its way inside him, Gojyo twitches, not having expected Hakkai
to have used lube. Somehow he imagined
things being a little rougher, though he certainly isn't going to complain.
As Hakkai begins
to stretch him with multiple clawed
fingers, Gojyo feels the vines around his cock constricting and he wants
desperately to be able to thrust into the tightness.
When Hakkai
finally positions and pushes his own cock inside of Gojyo's waiting entrance,
the red head think he might keel over.
His lungs and shoulders ache, his head is swimming from not getting
enough air and he knows he should scream for it to end, but he doesn't and he
can't because he just wants more.
Hakkai is
pounding deep inside him, stretching over his back as if laying claim to his
body, running one set of claws over his tanned, sweaty flesh and the other
through his hair, the vines following obediently as they always do as if they
were extra fingers to play in his long red strands, just like Hakkai's fingers
often did.
Gojyo whimpers
into the pillow when Hakkai releases his hold on his hair and every thrust
there after makes him moan and whimper more; he is desperate for release and it
would take so little to bring him to that point. Frustrated, he curses into the pillow, "Fuck. 'Kai. Let me come," and he is not all that
surprised when he hears a deep, scratchy laugh from behind him.
Hakkai makes no
other reply; instead he merely thrusts harder and faster as his clawed hand
begins to trace its way down Gojyo's chest and mid section. Gojyo can feel it only inches away from where
it needs to be…
"Please…" is all he can manage to
cry out and when he feels a sharp claw begin to trace it's way down the
underside of his shaft, Gojyo begins to twitch hard, then finally, finally, he feels Hakkai's hand clamp
around his cock and he can't help but thrust into it as Hakkai thrusts into
him…
"Fuck!" is all he can scream when
his release finally comes accompanied by a rush of blood to his head. He can feel Hakkai leaning down against him
again, panting in his ear before he bites down on his strained shoulder,
growling as he too finds release.
A minute passes
before Hakkai is rolling off him and Gojyo begins to stretch his legs out
behind him as he sinks to the bed and the vines being to release their hold on
his arms, which fall gracelessly to his side once they are free. He can still feel Hakkai's warm breath behind
him as clawed hands begin to rub his shoulders, a bit of compassion he never
expected to get from this side of his lover.
Gojyo very much
wants to say something; he wants to make sure Hakkai is ok, but he is tired and
spent and he can feel himself falling into sleep. As he does, he feels movement behind him as
claws leave his skin. He hears the sound
of metal clinking as if it were far off in another world, another time. When hands return to his body, the fingernails
are no longer sharp, but instead dull and as Gojyo fights to stay awake he
feels a breath at his ear once more.
"Gojyo,"
the voice is familiar and sweet, if not a little worried, "Are you ok?"
Gojyo smiles and
nods, "A little sore," he begins through a light chuckle, "but nothing a good backrub couldn't take care of."
The laugh Gojyo
hears behind him is strangely familiar, only this one is missing a hint of a
growl, and Gojyo realizes that that
was a real Hakkai laugh.
"I'll get
started on that right away," Hakkai replies as hands begin to kneed at Gojyo's tender muscles once more.
Smiling, Gojyo drifts off to sleep.
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