Saiyuki fic - Interrupted, Hakkai/Gojyo/Sanzo

[louiselux]

Fandom: Saiyuki
Title: Interrupted
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo/Sanzo
Rating: explicit m/m sex

Notes: this is for emungere, in answer to her ficlet request for a sequel to Underwear: Sanzo tries to get his underwear back. I think I may have managed to fetishize all his personal accoutrements in this fic. Oh, wait, I forgot the fan and ankle socks! Maybe next time. Thanks to daegaer for beta services and to new_kate for moral support.

I've put the first part, Underwear, in at the beginning of this just for the sake of completeness and/or to save people having to click back to know what's happening. I have made a few tiny changes to it too, but nothing drastic.

Interrupted

'Won't he miss 'em?'

'Not at all. He's got plenty of spares,' said Hakkai.

'It's too small,' Gojyo said, as he wriggled into clingy black fabric.

Hakkai stood back a bit. He seemed to be concentrating very hard. 'No. No, it's not,' he said. He gave Gojyo a thorough, lingering once over. 'It's perfect.'

Gojyo frowned, then looked down at himself. He smoothed out the wrinkles in his long gloves and adjusted the metal rings on his fingers

'Are you sure?'

Hakkai nodded. 'Mmmm.'

'These armbands pinch like fuck,' he said, more to himself than Hakkai. 'How the hell does he stand it?'

He plucked at the high neck, settling it to be more comfortable under his chin. If he was honest, this stuff was amazing: soft and stretchy and a lot better quality than anything Gojyo usually wore. He ran a hand down his chest. It really was tight, not that he needed telling; he'd seen Sanzo's nipples enough times: he had a thing about sitting around in chilly hotel rooms in his underwear. He grinned to himself and then he looked up. Hakkai was staring, looking almost wistful like he was about to be told he couldn't have something.

So that's how it was. Gojyo dropped the smile, put on a deep scowl and stalked closer, putting a bit of sway into it like Sanzo did when he was seriously pissed off. Hakkai's eyes widened and he backed off a step. Gojyo kept up with him until Hakkai's shoulders hit the wall.

'So,' Gojyo said, slapping his palms flat on the wall either side of Hakkai's head, trapping him. He leaned in, making his voice low and soft, 'you're interested in our Sanzo-sama?'

Hakkai tilted his chin up and gave a tiny smile. 'Ah-- Gojyo, what are you saying?'

'Well, I know you didn't persuade me to wear this stuff for my own personal comfort. You're not gonna try and play innocent with me, are you? Why did you dress me up like this?'

'It just looks very good on you,' Hakkai offered.

Gojyo ignored him. Instead he pressed up close and put his lips to Hakkai's ear.

'He treats you different to us. You know that. I wonder what he really thinks about you.'

'Nothing very good, I should think?' said Hakkai, but his voice wobbled a little.

'I do,' Gojyo whispered. Hakkai tensed against him. 'I bet he strips you naked every night in his head. I bet he thinks about bending you over the bed like that.'

'Gojyo, ' Hakkai whispered.

Gojyo pressed his face to Hakkai's neck and breathed in the smell of his hair, putting an arm tight round his waist. Hakkai arched against him and made a soft noise in his throat.

'Or maybe he's the one who wants to get bent over, with you on top,' Gojyo said. 'Yeah, that's what he wants. Even if he doesn't, you'd give it to him, right?'

Hakkai gave a soft throaty growl and put a hand to his throat. He began to tug open his shirt.

'You can fuck me like this,' Gojyo said, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. 'Just like you want to fuck Sanzo. Close your eyes. You can touch him.'

'Yes,' Hakkai said, so quiet it was little more than a breath and then his hands were on Gojyo, sliding up the black-clad length of his arm, tracing the tight grip of the metal bands, over bare upper arms and to his throat and the high neck.

'Ah-- just as long you don't want to play Goku,' Gojyo added.

He thought Hakkai might laugh. Instead Hakkai opened his eyes and stared at him, his face perfectly serious. Gojyo shivered.

'No. I want to be me,' said Hakkai. 'Me with you.'

He slid his fingers down Gojyo's stomach and closed them hard and tight around the bulge in Gojyo's jeans.

'Well, mostly you,' Hakkai said, with a little laugh. 'Now, get on the bed. Sanzo.'

*

'Goku!'

'What?'

'Get in here. Now.'

Clumping noises came from next door and then Goku wandered into Sanzo's room. He was chewing an apple.

'Wos wrong?' he said, round a mouthful of fruit pulp.

Sanzo faced him, his hand out. 'Give them back.'

'Huh?' Goku said, an expression of great surprise on his face. A bit of apple fell out. 'Give what back?'

Sanzo stared at him for a second, then waved him away and folded his arms tightly across his bare chest.

'Nothing. It's nothing. It can't be you. You're not a pervert. Yet.'

*

It didn't leave him much choice. It was one of them, and at the moment he knew they were together, wasting precious time and energy in pointless, not to say disgusting, activity. He sat on his bed, lit a cigarette and thought about what to do. It didn't take long. In fact took less than a second, but he was determined to finish his cigarette first.

They'd stolen the sacred garb of a sanzo and were busy desecrating it. He stood up and reached for his gun.

*

He pressed his ear to the door-- no sound. That was good. They'd finished. He backed up, paused to let himself fully imagine their miserable expressions, then launched a kick at the door.

It crashed open, banging back against the wall with a smash that bought heads popping out of rooms all along the corridor. Sanzo ignored them. He strode in and kicked the door shut, arm extended and gun already pointed precisely at the middle of Gojyo's forehead.

'Uh, Sanzo,' Gojyo gasped, pushing himself half upright, braced on one black-clad arm. 'Shit. Don't-- '

Gojyo was wearing his gloves; it gave him a tiny shock in his stomach to see Gojyo's arms encased in black, and the metal rings at the top pinching into his skin. They made his arms look thinner, almost delicate.

They were on their sides, curled up together on the bed, Gojyo in front and Hakkai stretched out behind, propped up on an elbow and kissing Gojyo's neck but other than that it looked like funtime was over. He was going to kick their lying, thieving asses out of bed, down the stairs and into the street.

'Take them off,' he said. 'Where's the shirt?'

Gojyo nodded jerkily at a black bundle on the floor. It was covered in pale dried streaks. They couldn't be allowed to get away with this.

Sanzo advanced slowly. Gojyo was now frozen, wide eyed and shocked and that felt good. But something wasn't quite right and he realised with another small jolt what it was: Hakkai hadn't even raised his head.

'Take them off or I'll blow your fucking brains out,' he spat and then the barrel of his gun was right in Gojyo's flushed, sweating face.

The room smelled of sex. It was thick with it, heavy and musky and Hakkai was still acting as though Sanzo wasn't there, his eyes closed and peaceful as he nuzzled Gojyo's neck. This was beginning to be weird, but when were they ever normal, he asked himself. Still, something strange and unwanted was crawling around inside him and it had something to do with how they looked, twined together, so still. Why had he even come in here?

Sanzo flicked his eyes away from Gojyo's face to catch a flicker of pink tongue; it was moving, stroking over Gojyo's skin just like Sanzo wasn't here. All the air squeezed out of Sanzo's lungs. Hakkai's nostrils flared and under the thin sheet something else moved.

Things seemed to slow right down then, as he turned his head more and saw that under the sheet-- The sheet, which was being pushed back. He hadn't seen. Gojyo's hand, bisected by black, was curled around his own cock and Hakkai's hand lay over it, guiding it up and down, stroking over his hand, up over the thin wrist to his forearm and back down, moving Gojyo's hand so slowly it looked like torture. Hakkai's hips were moving too, tiny thrusts up against Gojyo's ass, really more a grinding motion than-- he stopped himself.

Bastards. Absolute-- literally-- fucking bastards. The real reason for Gojyo's stunned expression was clear. As he watched, as Hakkai must know, he must know he was standing right here, Hakkai thrust a little harder, so that his hips met Gojyo's buttocks with a soft but very audible slap. Gojyo's eyelids fluttered and the shocked look had melted away, turning to heat. He hadn't once dropped his gaze and now this was far too intimate, too close, with that look on his face like it was Sanzo fucking him. Sanzo's skin prickled all over, even his scalp.

'Oh yeah,' Gojyo said, his eyes locked on Sanzo's. His voice came in breathy spurts, almost like laughter. 'Oh fuck, yeah. Hakkai.'

'Stop it,' Sanzo hissed and waved his gun at them. 'Stop, now.'

But Gojyo shook his head and Hakkai, it was clear, wasn't listening. He shouldn't be here. He had to leave. He wasn't supposed to be seeing this, yet here he was. He could hear Hakkai's breathing now, coming hard and fast. Hakkai's slender, finely muscled arm tightened and pulled Gojyo closer to his chest. Gojyo tipped his head back and Sanzo saw white teeth bite down on taut, sweat-gleaming flesh.

Gojyo's moans; the soft whispering brush of skin on skin; the wet, slick noises as Hakkai's cock lazily thrust in and out. His skin was burning up at the sound of it.

'Stop it,' he said, again, but it didn't come out like he wanted.

He was hoarse, choked because his throat seemed to be too tight to let out sound or to let in air. Why weren't they stopping? He couldn't understand. What if he just shot them, now? Hakkai would have to look at him then.

'No,' Gojyo said, his head tipped back against Hakkai so that the long line of his throat was exposed. His pulse flickered under the skin, strong and fast. 'Try and make us,' and his voice was low and soft and--

Sanzo looked up into his eyes and was caught. Fiery red and slitted, crinkling at the edges now with his smug 'fuck you' grin. He suddenly realised how hard he was.

His hand wasn't shaking and his gun was still out straight, shoved into Gojyo's face. He couldn't move his fingers. Hakkai gave Gojyo an odd, open loving look and nuzzled his cheek, then quite clearly whispered something into Gojyo's ear. The bastard was smiling.

Gojyo let out a gasping burst of laughter. Hakkai slid his hand up over Gojyo's jaw, stopping briefly to stroke his thumb along it, and then put his fingers in Gojyo's mouth and pushed his jaws apart. Gojyo's tongue quivered inside, pink and wet, licking over Hakkai's fingertips, and then his mouth was coming nearer. It must be his mouth moving because it wasn't Sanzo's arm. No, it wasn't. All the air in the room was gone and his knees were shaking and it happened before he even realised. Gojyo's eyes had gone heavy-lidded: Hakkai was nudging him forward into this and then Gojyo's mouth swallowed his gun and Sanzo stopped breathing.

Gojyo dipped his head, took more of it in. The stretch of his pink mouth round the steel was obscene, disgusting and Sanzo, with desperate clarity, saw his cock there instead. The room held its breath for a second, until there was a growl and the hard slap of flesh on flesh and Gojyo jolted and whimpered and Hakkai was slamming into him, hooking Gojyo's knee up with one hand so he could get in deeper, and now he was watching Sanzo, his green eyes fastened on his face, glinting up through his fringe. He was still smiling, a perfect, cool smile just like one Sanzo was used to seeing everyday, just a little tight around the edges.

He still couldn't move his fingers. He didn't want to think about what he was doing, but it didn't stop him wanting to do it. Gojyo moaned, a deep silky sound that made him want to-- to do anything, everything. Instead he yanked his wrist back. The silver barrel was wet and Gojyo's tongue darted out to lick along it, around the hole, over the tiny metal nub of the sight. Maybe he'd won this fight after all, Sanzo thought vaguely, staring down at what was happening in front of him, his body somehow scorching hot and frozen at the same time. Gojyo's eyes had shut. He jerked his gun away and it fell to the floor and skittered across the floorboards.

Hakkai kneed Gojyo's legs further apart and his hand moved from Gojyo's cock to his mouth, where his fingers slipped inside. Gojyo's cock tapped against his belly with every thrust, leaving a wet glistening patch there. They were fucking hard in front of him and Sanzo had no idea what to do, apart from watch, his hands straight at his sides because if they weren't there they were going to touch, to insinuate themselves into Gojyo's mouth or to tighten in Hakkai's hair. Gojyo had sucked his gun and Hakkai was into it, so into that, so into Gojyo, deep into him.

'For fuck's sake,' Gojyo was whispering and there were hands at his zip and Gojyo was canting forward, pulling him closer with a hand on his waist until his knees bumped against the bed. This time it was Hakkai moaning and sighing and whimpering as Sanzo pushed Hakkai's fingers away and slid his cock into Gojyo's mouth. After that it was beautiful soft wet heat like nothing he'd known before, and the rhythm the three of them made together. Hakkai's hand was tight round Gojyo. Gojyo's hand was fisted round the base of Sanzo's cock. Gojyo's hair slipped and ran over Sanzo's fingers like water.

'You're beautiful,' Hakkai was murmuring and he wasn't looking anywhere else but where Gojyo's lips and Sanzo's flesh met.

Hakkai's gaze was hazy and unfocussed now as he pressed kisses into Gojyo's neck, inches away from where Gojyo's lips were stretched and slick around him and if he leaned a little, just got his knees on the bed it could be Hakkai's mouth too, open and inviting now. If he could just get the head of his cock to Hakkai's lips and into his mouth before--

It was that thought that did it, either that or and seeing Gojyo arch his back as Hakkai came inside him. Sanzo shook and tensed and fisted his hands in Gojyo's hair and came so hard that he was almost doubled over, holding him close, coming in Gojyo's mouth, oh yeah, right down his throat. Sanzo felt it tighten around him as he swallowed, then Gojyo's mouth fell open and went slack as he gasped around him.

His knees refused to hold him any longer. When he slumped to the floor a few moments later he saw where Gojyo had come all over the sheets and on Sanzo's gloves.

'Well,' Hakkai said, after a few moments, sounding very faint, 'thank you for the help, Sanzo.'

Gojyo snorted into his pillow for so long that Sanzo began to hope he might suffocate and die, but then there came a light, placating touch on his shoulder, stroking a little. He shook it off and put his head in his hands. His cheeks were still burning hot and he was still trembling. He'd come in Gojyo's mouth, while Hakkai had watched. He really had to leave now.

He noticed his gun, abandoned on the floor. He picked it up.

'I still might shoot you,' he said, a little hoarsely.

'We know,' said Hakkai.

*

His clothes were all back the next morning, neatly washed and ironed and folded, with no trace of last night's debauchery left. Hakkai had even been to the shop to fetch a tin of silver polish for his gun, which he left outside the door of Sanzo's room along with a small rag.

It was quiet at breakfast, although Hakkai's smile was soft and very real. Gojyo didn't say much; the dark circles under his eyes said more than enough, but when Sanzo met his eyes he thought he recognised a hint of the challenge from the night before. His gaze, fixed on Sanzo for a few moments, was slow and speculative.

Goku was quieter too, probably because Gojyo was.

'Did you find it, Sanzo?' he said.

'What?'

Goku frowned.

'Whatever it was you were looking for last night.'

Hakkai made a very distinct slurping noise with his tea and Gojyo grinned.

'Oh. That. No, not exactly,' he said.

Comments

[elfiepike.livejournal.com]

this is so, so good. please continue to fetishize sanzo et al, because damn. the bit about the gun made me die a little on the inside, in a good way.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Oooh, thank you so much! I fear I am in no condition to stop myself fetishizing him, even if I wanted too-- it seems that's what he was designed for. XD