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Saiyuki/Batman crossover of doom part three
Fandom: Saiyuki
Title: Saiyuki/Batman crossover of doom part three
Rating: NC-17 for yet more explicit batsmut
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
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part one, part two
Part three
'What did you tell your old man?' Nat yelled over the music.
'That I was staying over with you,' Goku said.
'Nice move. Here, drink this.'
Nat handed him a bottle of something bright pink and toxic smelling.
'What is it?' he said.
'It's-- uh-- a Peach Blaster.'
'Wassat?'
'Cheap. Shut up and drink.'
Nat tugged his sleeve and nodded towards the front of the stage. The Catboys were on in half an hour and the crowd was already loud with shrieks and whistles and dancing that made Goku stop and stare. It was a world away from Friday night at home with Sanzo and the rest of the antiques. He jostled through the crowd, sweat forming already. It wasn't just the heat that was making him feel overdressed in his new leather jeans and skinny 'Gojyo' t-shirt. The crowd was a weird mix of skimpily dressed teenage girls and skimpily dressed men who looked quite a bit older. There was a lot of skin on display.
'Is my eyeliner okay?' he said, running a finger underneath to see if it had smudged.
'S'fine,' Nat said, grinning. He pressed his mouth up to Goku's ear and his hand grabbed at Goku's waist. 'It looks really fucking hot and I say that as a red-blooded hetero.'
'Yeah?' Goku grinned back, almost bouncing on his toes. 'Really? Is that what you are?' he said, feeling very daring.
Their eyes met and held. Nat's smile was so wide that Goku wanted to throw himself at him, or dance, or wrestle, or something.
'Let's get to the front,' Nat said.
This was good, so amazingly good. Nat was here. He'd get to see Gojyo, in the flesh. Tonight was going to be great.
'What do you mean, he's not there?' Sanzo said.
'We thought he was with you,' Nat's mother snapped.
'Shit! Uh, sorry. I'll let you know if they turn up here.' He switched the phone off then threw it across the room. 'I knew it.'
Hakkai walked over to pick it up.
'Sanzo?'
'He went to the gig.'
'Ah. Oh dear. Would you like me to retrieve him?' Hakkai asked.
'No, I think I'd better handle this one. I'll call you if there's a problem.'
Gojyo lit another cigarette and tried to tune out the rest of the Catboys by concentrating on getting into his stage outfit. He decided to leave off the gloves and chains because it was ragingly hot out there and tonight was strictly a performance night, no undercover stuff.
'Smoking's not going to help your voice,' Jamie said, drifting past with his drumsticks.
'Nothing's going to help his voice,' Benny said loudly. Zed let out a sharp bark of laughter.
'Screw you,' Gojyo said, mildly. 'I don't care about singing. I told you I'm giving this up. Enjoy me, because tonight's the very last time the great Gojyo Sha will be performing live!' He struck a pose, catsuit halfway up his legs.
'Whatever. God, this place is a dump,' Benny said, squeezing himself into a pair of burgundy leather hot pants. He shook out a gold lame tank top and pulled it on.
'What shoes are ever gonna go with that outfit?' Zed said.
'Sneakers,' Benny said, flicking his braids.
'You're shitting me,' Zed said. 'You look like the cheerleader from Planet Gay.'
'There might be trouble, dumbass. I can't run around on those stack heels like you do. Anyway, just between us, I heard that the Joker might turn up.'
Gojyo whirled around.
'What? Who told you?'
'Ah, some guy,' Benny said, tapping his nose.
'Benny… '
'Okay. Look, you're getting out of the game. Fine. I don't have to tell you stuff anymore.'
Gojyo walked over and pushed him up against the wall. 'Really? What if I make you?'
'Oh my god,' Zed said, flopping down. 'Just stop, you two.'
Benny pushed Gojyo away. 'All I heard was that Batman's sidekick was going to be here tonight. The yellow-tights kid. Except I hope he won't be in yellow tights, because they look awful.'
'Batman's sidekick?' Gojyo said. 'Wow.' He wondered if that meant Hakkai would be anywhere around, then told himself what a terrible, distracting idea that was. He forced his attention back to the conversation. The Joker was going to be here, maybe. That could be very bad. Maybe he'd better take his chain out after all.
'Something's bound to happen if Goku's here,' Jamie said, perking up for the first time that evening. 'He attracts trouble like you wouldn't believe. Yeah. I bet the Joker comes tonight. That'd be some fight. Batman and the Joker are like Vader and Skywalker. Even down to the age difference,' he added. 'Kind of.'
'Shut up, Jamie,' Benny said.
Gojyo in the flesh was awesome. Goku had eyes for no-one else. Squashed at the front, head spinning from his fifth Peach Blaster, Goku had a perfect, dizzying view up his endlessly long legs. His black hair, let loose, hung around his shoulders and stuck to his face as he sang. He decided right there that he wanted to be just like Gojyo.
He stared as Gojyo swept past in high-heeled boots, hardly caring about the music, which Nat maintained was utter shit. He wasn't here for that. His eyes tracked every move, terrified and yet desperate that Gojyo would catch his eye, or even touch his hand. If he yelled really loud maybe Gojyo'd hear him.
He was out of breath from yelling when it happened. Gojyo was jumping around. He skidded across the stage, and then paused and then, amazingly, he turned his head and looked straight at Goku, his eyes wide. Goku's heart almost stopped and he forgot everything: the bellowing music, Nat digging his elbow in, the screeching crowd. This was it.
Then the lights went out.
Sanzo put his foot on the accelerator, all the while entertaining visions of putting Goku into boot camp. Except he'd probably break out. At least he'd got over the Mormon phase, but Sanzo wasn't convinced the Catboys were a better option, especially since Head Catboy might be doing his butler.
He screeched to a halt in front of the place. There was a neon sign saying A omic Ball om slapped on the front of an old cinema. Gojyo's smirking face gazed down at him from posters plastered along the wall and Sanzo took the opportunity to grind his cigarette butt out on one of them as he strode past.
'No, I don't want a ticket,' he snapped at the young woman in the booth. 'I've come to pick up my-- son. I'm not staying.'
'But I can't just let you in. Hey, come back or I'll have to get security,' she shouted after him as he jogged up the stairs towards the unholy sound of 500 teenaged girls screaming in unison. 'George!' he heard her yell, but he never did get to meet him because at that moment every light in the place went out and he was left in darkness. Even the safety signs were black. He paused and waited for then to come back on but they didn't. Then the timbre of the screaming changed. It became higher and full of fear. Sanzo's stomach churned.
'Fuck. It,' he said. He dropped to a crouch against the wall. There was a charge in the air, something that felt very bad, but he couldn't quite identify it. He crept to the wall, hoping to follow it round to the main room of the club. He groped his way along, barking his shin on a loose fire hydrant on the way until he reached doors. 'Hakkai,' he hissed into his phone, scrabbling it out of his pocket. The dim green light from the screen lit up the doors. They'd been barred from the outside.
'Sanzo?'
'There's trouble. Don't know what yet. You'd better get here.' It was then that he got it. There was a sharp smell in the air. 'Oh, no.'
'What is it?' Hakkai sounded worried.
'Fire,' he said.
A hand closed round his neck.
The last thing he remembered was a pair of eyes the colour of honey staring at him and the sense that he was missing something, straining to hear something above-- maybe below-- the music. Then it was utterly black. The instruments whined out and in the relative quiet the crowd hushed, confused. Then, as the first vague smell of burning wafted though the club, their panicked voices rose to a painful pitch.
Somebody yelled 'fire!', and that was it.
'Gojyo,' he heard Benny yelling above the screaming and chaos. 'Where are you? Please tell me you're wearing your utility belt. You know, the one with the useful fucking flashlight.'
'Er, no. I left it off,' he said.
'Where's the exit?' he heard Zed yell. 'We've got to get it open-- get these people out.'
The yelling rose a notch, and Gojyo heard hammering and thumping and panicked shouting-- something about the doors. The air was staring to become acrid and hot. It burnt Gojyo's throat with every breath and now, over in one of the corners, he could see the dreadful orange glow of flames.
'Follow me,' he yelled, trying to calm himself enough to remember which direction was forward, and out. All he had to do was find the edge of the stage and jump off. The doors were directly in front about 100 meters away. He groped forwards, slowly until he found the edge and the noise and fear hit him like a solid wall. He hoped Benny and Zed and Jamie were right behind him, because he was gonna stage dive right now.
'Gojyo, Gojyo! Here, hang on to me,' a voice called up, strong and urgent. A warm hand slipped into his.
'Who's that? Don't tell me you can see me?'
'Doesn't matter. But we gotta get to the doors. They've been barricaded. We need to get everyone out.'
'Oh, shit. Great.'
'Gojyo!' Benny shouted in his ear.
'I'm right here. Ready? Hang on to each other and follow me. Jump!'
The hand gripped on to him so tightly his bones ground together. Whoever owned it was unstoppable, surging through the heaving mass and easily pulling Gojyo in his wake. He could hear Benny behind him, yelling at the others. He threw out his hand and someone caught it. The place was turning into an oven. Every breath was agony and he dropped his head, wanting to get down to the floor where the air was, but if he did that he'd be trampled. He stumbled over something warm and soft that could only be a body.
Faces around him became visible in the dim glow of the fire as it spread, catching on the walls and carpet. Flickers of orange reflecting off skin and eyes buried in thick smoke, making faces into ghouls. He could hear the crackle of flames and then, far worse than anything else, a different smell began to wind through the stink, one of charred flesh. The crowd swelled and heaved, crushing them and for a moment Gojyo lost which way was up and he slipped in the puddles of discarded drinks.
'Come on,' the voice screamed. 'Don't give in now, we're nearly there. Move, move,' it yelled. 'Nat, the doors - right there!'
Gojyo heard the thud of flesh on flesh and then an inhuman shriek and groan that sounded like metal being torn apart. Cold air rushed in and in the new dim light the smoke swirled thick and grey and poisonous.
Gojyo fell to his knees and gagged, sucking in clean air. Then he scrambled up and began flinging people through the doors as the crowd surged through, shouting and weeping. Benny was slumped by the wall, being sick, and Jamie and Zed were shoving people out. He dragged the trampled to their feet and ran with them, then went back for more. Finally, sirens rang out in the street and then gloved hands were pulling him out of the flames and face in a respirator was telling him he couldn't go back in for the rest.
'I think I broke my wrist,' Nat said, wincing. He was sitting on the pavement next to an ambulance, having it strapped up by a woman in green coveralls.
'On the doors?' Goku said.
'Yeah. Both at once was probably overdoing it. Goku,' he said, his eyes widening, 'look behind you.'
Gojyo was standing there.
'It was you,' Gojyo said. His face was streaked with soot and sweat. 'In the crowd. You pulled me through. I recognised your voice just now.'
Goku stood up. 'Um. Hi,' he said, wanting to die from sounding so lame. 'It's okay. I wanted to help. I really love your music,' he added.
Gojyo stared down at him. 'But you're just a kid,' he said. 'What the fuck did you do to those doors, man?' He looked from Goku to Nat and back. His eyes lingered on Nat's bandaged wrist. Nat stared coolly back.
'I'm not a kid!' Goku said.
Then, as Goku gaped, unable to decide whether to be appalled he'd just shouted at Gojyo or pleased his idol was here in the flesh, Gojyo leaned down and slapped him on the arm. He grinned. 'You're pretty cool, you know. For a kid. What's your name?'
'I'm Goku,' said Goku, dazzled.
'Ah. You are?' Gojyo frowned, and his shoulders sagged. 'I think I'll just be going.'
'Yeah, I really think you'd better,' a voice said. Goku froze. The full effect of five Peach Blasters and a lungful of toxic carpet fumes came back with a rush and he very desperately wanted to sit down, or run and hide. He rubbed at his eyeliner, hoping it was hidden by soot.
'Hi, Sanzo,' he said, with a little wave. 'Er, Hakkai.'
Hakkai stood at Sanzo's shoulder. His smile looked even more creepy than usual. Gojyo had a weird expression on his face, sort of like he'd just been shot.
'You,' Sanzo said, jabbing a finger at Goku, 'are in serious trouble. Get in the car, now. You,' he said, pointing at Nat, 'your parents are on their way, so sit there and don't move.'
'What happened to your face?' Goku said.
'Six of the Joker's finest, handpicked goons, that's what. But they're far worse off, trust me.' Sanzo stalked up to Gojyo. 'I should've known your pathetic ass would be mixed up in this-- mess. You'd better not cause me anymore trouble.'
'Hey, it was nothing to do with me.'
'It was your gig, therefore you take the blame.'
'You are such a prick. Why the hell is this my fault?'
'What?' Goku said. 'Wait, you know Gojyo and you never told me?'
'Get in the car.'
'I hate you so much!'
He flung himself into the dark upholstered leather seats and shut his eyes. Everything smelled of air freshener and disinfectant, except his skin and clothes and hair, which stank of fire.
Gojyo just wanted to get away. Hakkai was looking everywhere but at him and Sanzo was acting like someone had shoved an entire bat-mobile up his ass.
Sanzo pushed his face into Gojyo's. 'What the fuck went on tonight? Why were you targeted by him? Tell me. Have you been messing in my plans again?'
'By who?' Gojyo snapped. 'You're really starting to piss me off.'
'The Joker.'
'I've got no idea. I've never even met him. It's the truth.'
'If I ever see you near Goku again I'm going to break your legs and throw you in the river, got it?'
'Fuck you. That's a tough kid you've got there. He saved my life-- he doesn't need protecting.'
Sanzo's mouth curled downwards and he shoved Gojyo in the chest, hard. 'Yes, he does. Don't talk about what you don't know, moron.'
There was a gun in his face. He stared into its unblinking silver eye. The safety clicked off with a smooth metallic slide. What a shitty evening.
'If you do anything to put him at risk I'll kill you,' Sanzo said.
'No,' Hakkai said, appearing between them. Gojyo's heart rate increased a notch. Oh god. 'You won't.'
'Don't want to lose your fucktoy, Hakkai?'
Gojyo cringed. Hakkai's face darkened.
'I don't want anyone to get hurt,' said Hakkai and he put a hand up and curled his fingers over the barrel.
Sanzo glared, then lowered the gun. 'I'm taking Goku home,' he said. 'Just-- watch yourself,' he said.
'Thanks for driving me,' Gojyo said, looking up at his apartment building.
Hakkai hadn't spoken at all in the car.
'It's the least I can do, Gojyo. I'm sorry for what Sanzo said. He can be somewhat over-protective.'
'Huhn. I noticed.'
'Are you all right?' Hakkai said. 'You look a little battered.'
'Ah, it's nothing, just a few scratches. They cleaned 'em up at the site.'
Hakkai was smiling at him now, his eyes soft in the dim light. He hadn't been going to ask, he really hadn't, but he just couldn't keep it in.
'Come up for coffee?' he said, stumbling on the words. He braced himself for the no. It was a long time coming.
'Yes, I'd like that very much, Gojyo,' Hakkai said.
Gojyo was jittery in the elevator. Hakkai was here, with him, not running off or locking a door in his face. He wasn't going to let this opportunity get away.
'So, will you tell me?' he said, a little later on, once he'd got Hakkai inside.
They were in his cramped kitchen and Hakkai was leaning against the counter.
'Mmm?'
'What's wrong,' Gojyo said.
'What do you mean?'
'Well, when someone tells you they're 'abnormal' and says they can never see you again, it makes you kinda curious, especially when after that they come up for coffee,' Gojyo said. He handed Hakkai a steaming mug. 'Not that I'm complaining, but,' Gojyo sighed, 'what the fuck's your problem, Hakkai?'
Hakkai hung his head. 'I'm truly sorry, Gojyo. It was unfair of me to do this to you. I just-- I've never met anyone like you before,' he admitted, after a moment. He laughed and it was a short, dry sound. Gojyo couldn't see what was funny. 'I'm being absurd,' he said. 'I should go.'
He straightened up, but Gojyo leapt forward and put a hand flat on his chest. Hakkai's heart was thumping.
'Nope. Stay,' he said, and gave him a soft shove. 'Tell me.' Hakkai gazed at him. Lit up by the strip light in Gojyo's kitchen, Gojyo could see tiny brown flecks in the green. 'What did you do?' Gojyo asked.
Hakkai nodded, then cleared his throat and took a sip of coffee. He held it to his chest, with both hands wrapped round it as if he were cold. Gojyo realised how close he was and stepped back.
'I hurt some people,' Hakkai said, calmly now, as if he were talking about a holiday he'd once been on. 'A lot of people.'
Gojyo fingered the rim of his cup. Okay. That was bad, but in this line of work it happened. Hakkai probably did stuff, errands, for Sanzo. People either got used to it, or justified it or got out. Maybe went mad on their week off.
'Yeah? How many?'
'A thousand. The Joker has a very large gang. It took some time.'
Gojyo's cup had shattered on the floor before he knew he'd dropped it. Coffee splashed around his feet, forming puddles on the lino.
'Are you scared, now?' Hakkai said, ignoring it. He was studying his hands and was very still.
'Uh. No,' Gojyo said, scrabbling for a cloth to mop up the mess. He couldn't look at Hakkai's face, not right now. He let his hair swing forward, shielding him.
'Don't lie to me. It's quite wise to be scared.'
No one talked about it, no one said, yeah, I kill people and it gives me great job satisfaction, thank you very much, but you grew accustomed to stuff-- blood and gore. Getting out alive while, say, crazy bastards with penguin obsessions didn't, but this was different. Gojyo threw the rag into the sink. He wanted to get closer to Hakkai, make some contact, but everything about Hakkai was silently screaming don't touch. He listened instead.
'What happened?'
'It was a dull sort of tragedy, really. My lover was taken by the Joker's gang one day, quite at random off the street, just as many other women were at that time. She was tortured and then murdered. They found her remains in a shallow grave outside the city.' Gojyo's blood chilled. 'I admit, my grip on sanity after that was questionable,' Hakkai said. 'It took months, but I tracked his gang and saw to it that many of them would never do that again, or anything else. Sanzo found me at that point and saved me from justice. He took me away with him. I owe him my life.'
Gojyo digested that for a few moments. 'Fuck it,' he said. 'People have done worse things, and for worse reasons.'
Hakkai stared at him, eyes huge and round.
'Gojyo. It was a terrible thing for me to do.'
'Well, yeah. It was. But you had a good reason.'
Hakkai shook his head. 'No. It was my own selfishness and pride that led me on, when I could have stopped. I wanted them all to suffer as I-- as she did.'
'Why did Sanzo save you?'
'Do you know, he's never told me,' Hakkai said, with an awful smile. 'I assumed it was because he thought I'd brought some form of rough justice to the Joker's gang. Perhaps he saw my unflagging performance and thought I'd be useful. Perhaps I'd saved him some work.'
'He never said? Wow. What a prick.'
'He owes me nothing. I owe him everything. The awful thing is, if it was for someone I loved, I sometimes think I'd do it all over again. Exactly the same,' Hakkai said.
'You can't blame yourself. Love makes people do weird shit.'
The words lingered in the room and Gojyo fervently wished he had something to do with his hands. Hakkai looked up and his eyes were glittering. They squinched up as he smiled and nodded.
'Indeed it does,' Hakkai said. 'And of course, the Joker still has to pay for what he did.'
'He will,' Gojyo said.
'Oh, yes. I'm sure of it,' Hakkai said.
'What do you mean?' Gojyo asked, very casually. He thought he knew, though.
'Nothing, Gojyo.'
His voice was flat and calm, but Gojyo looked more closely and saw that his shoulders were shaking, hard. Hakkai put his coffee down very carefully then put his hands over his face.
'Hakkai?' he said. Something was very wrong, more wrong than just bad memories. He knew it fir sure, as if Hakkai had said it aloud. 'Hey, Hakkai, listen. Don't go. Stay here tonight.'
'I can't,' Hakkai said.
'Please. We don't have to-- you know-- fuck. You can sleep on the sofa or anywhere you want. Just stay.'
'Gojyo. I shouldn't.'
'Stay anyway.'
'No. Please, no. I have-- something I need to do.'
'Sanzo can make his own frigging coffee for once! Or, whatever. Don't do it.'
'No. Gojyo, it's best if you just forget about this,' Hakkai said, pushing past Gojyo. 'Forget about me, too.'
Gojyo followed him into the tiny hall. 'Wait,' he said.
Fuck being careful. Hakkai turned to face him and as he did Gojyo flung both arms round his shoulders and crushed him close. Apart from a gasp, Hakkai didn't say anything. After a few moments he even stopped struggling and then collapsed, slumped and surprisingly heavy against Gojyo's chest.
It took a while for the shaking to stop and when it did Hakkai pulled away. His face was blotchy and Gojyo pretended not to notice he'd been crying.
'I should definitely go now,' Hakkai said, turning away and wiping his eyes. 'Thank you for your time, Gojyo.'
'Don't thank me,' Gojyo said. 'I wanted to hear it. I'm glad you told me.' He was too, even if part of him knew he'd be better off not knowing. Hakkai looked so crushed. He wasn't even sure of his own intention when he said, 'I wish I could do something for you. I wanna make you feel better.' His arms reached out and tightened around Hakkai again. Hakkai stayed very still.
'Do you?' Hakkai said. 'Really?' He sounded genuinely curious.
'Yeah,' he croaked.
Hakkai was watching him now, intent and close. A shiver travelled the length of Gojyo's spine. The air thrummed between them.
Hakkai sank to his knees and pressed his face to Gojyo's crotch. Through the warm leather he nuzzled Gojyo's flesh. Gojyo caught his head and pulled him back, gently.
'Hakkai? I didn't mean--'
Or maybe he had.
'I want this,' Hakkai said, looking up. 'I want you.' His voice was rough and his eyes were still a little damp. Leaning in he ran his tongue over the hardening length of Gojyo's penis, outlined perfectly in leather.
'Whatever you want,' Gojyo said, meaning it.
He fumbled at his zip with shaking fingers. It seemed to take forever to get it open, until it was low enough for Hakkai to ease his dick and balls out, and then his mouth sank down over him. Hakkai's mouth was on him. Hakkai's beautiful, softly smiling lips were closed around him. The shock of wet heat and of Hakkai's hand fisted around him made him sag back against the wall. Hakkai's eyes fluttered closed and he made a muffled groan, his lips tight and hot around Gojyo's shaft, and then his head began to move, greedy and fast, almost desperate.
Looking down he caught a flash of Hakkai's right hand, fumbling his fly open to work himself, frantically. His balls tightened, tingling as though invisible fingernails were tracing over them and, slit-eyed and gasping, he watched himself slide in and out between the perfect grip of Hakkai's lips, and below that he could see Hakkai's erection, stiff and red, jutting out of his unbuttoned pants. His fingers, slick with precome, were wrapped around it and moving brutally fast.
Gojyo wasn't going to last long like this. Hakkai's tongue curled round him, flicking at the ridges around the head, pressing wet and long and hungrily against the underside of his dick as he took it in, lapping at him. Gojyo clenched, wanting something inside and the thought of that, of Hakkai fucking him again, was too much. He gripped Hakkai's hair and took over the rhythm, going deeper as his body began to shake with orgasm. Hakkai moaned again, higher now, more frantic and that was it, that needy sound vibrating through his cock. His hips jerked and then he was pouring his load down Hakkai's throat, thrusting once, twice, hot and slick in Hakkai's mouth until Hakkai pulled back and swallowed, gasping around him, his mouth slack and his whole body trembling as he came.
Gojyo slid down the wall, his chest heaving, until Hakkai's arms were somehow wrapped tight round his neck and they were a tangle of awkward elbows and knees.
Hakkai pulled away slowly. 'I came on your carpet,' he mumbled into Gojyo's neck. 'Sorry.'
'Do I look like I care?' Gojyo said, kissing the smooth skin behind his ear. Hakkai smelled edible - skin and cologne and clean hair. He fastened his teeth on the skin there and bit down, just enough to make Hakkai squirm and moan against him, then pulled him close.
Hakkai kissed him, teasing his mouth open and licking into him little by little, all the time making small, pleased noises. Gojyo sighed and settled Hakkai more firmly between his legs. Sticky fingers brushed along his jaw and into his hair and then they were kissing, slowly, deeper and deeper until Gojyo was hard and aching again. Hakkai didn't seem to remember he was supposed to be leaving. That was okay with Gojyo. He was going to take everything he could get. He stroked his fingers through Hakkai's hair and opened his eyes to watch Hakkai up close, saw his lashes flutter like dark smudges on his cheek.
'My legs are going numb,' Gojyo was forced to admit, eventually.
They untangled themselves and pulled each other up a little awkwardly. Gojyo felt almost shy, until Hakkai kissed him again, his hands skimming Gojyo's waist and sliding over his buttocks, fingers tracing the curves there, over and over, as if trying to memorise them. Their bodies shifted, fitting themselves together, hip to hip, his thigh between Hakkai's. He slipped his hands under Hakkai's untucked shirt and laid his palms flat on firm, warm skin.
'I should go,' Hakkai said, but he was pressing closer, rubbing his erection up against Gojyo's thigh.
'Not yet,' said Gojyo, then backed him up against the wall. Hakkai gasped, but he was stiff too, digging into Gojyo's stomach. He spread his legs for Gojyo's hand and made a sound like a sob when Gojyo took him in his palm and slicked him with spit.
'Touch me,' Gojyo whispered against his lips, a hand braced next to Hakkai's head, listening to his frantic breaths. 'Put your hand on my cock. Yeah, just like that-- ahh.'
It took them another fifteen minutes to get to the door, a foot away, and open it. Finally Hakkai put his hands on Gojyo's shoulders and held him at arm's length. He was pink and mussed above his neat sweater and jacket.
'Goodbye, Gojyo.'
'Don't go.'
Title: Saiyuki/Batman crossover of doom part three
Rating: NC-17 for yet more explicit batsmut
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Notes: Many thanks to
new_kate for beta and comments.part one, part two
Part three
'What did you tell your old man?' Nat yelled over the music.
'That I was staying over with you,' Goku said.
'Nice move. Here, drink this.'
Nat handed him a bottle of something bright pink and toxic smelling.
'What is it?' he said.
'It's-- uh-- a Peach Blaster.'
'Wassat?'
'Cheap. Shut up and drink.'
Nat tugged his sleeve and nodded towards the front of the stage. The Catboys were on in half an hour and the crowd was already loud with shrieks and whistles and dancing that made Goku stop and stare. It was a world away from Friday night at home with Sanzo and the rest of the antiques. He jostled through the crowd, sweat forming already. It wasn't just the heat that was making him feel overdressed in his new leather jeans and skinny 'Gojyo' t-shirt. The crowd was a weird mix of skimpily dressed teenage girls and skimpily dressed men who looked quite a bit older. There was a lot of skin on display.
'Is my eyeliner okay?' he said, running a finger underneath to see if it had smudged.
'S'fine,' Nat said, grinning. He pressed his mouth up to Goku's ear and his hand grabbed at Goku's waist. 'It looks really fucking hot and I say that as a red-blooded hetero.'
'Yeah?' Goku grinned back, almost bouncing on his toes. 'Really? Is that what you are?' he said, feeling very daring.
Their eyes met and held. Nat's smile was so wide that Goku wanted to throw himself at him, or dance, or wrestle, or something.
'Let's get to the front,' Nat said.
This was good, so amazingly good. Nat was here. He'd get to see Gojyo, in the flesh. Tonight was going to be great.
*
'What do you mean, he's not there?' Sanzo said.
'We thought he was with you,' Nat's mother snapped.
'Shit! Uh, sorry. I'll let you know if they turn up here.' He switched the phone off then threw it across the room. 'I knew it.'
Hakkai walked over to pick it up.
'Sanzo?'
'He went to the gig.'
'Ah. Oh dear. Would you like me to retrieve him?' Hakkai asked.
'No, I think I'd better handle this one. I'll call you if there's a problem.'
*
Gojyo lit another cigarette and tried to tune out the rest of the Catboys by concentrating on getting into his stage outfit. He decided to leave off the gloves and chains because it was ragingly hot out there and tonight was strictly a performance night, no undercover stuff.
'Smoking's not going to help your voice,' Jamie said, drifting past with his drumsticks.
'Nothing's going to help his voice,' Benny said loudly. Zed let out a sharp bark of laughter.
'Screw you,' Gojyo said, mildly. 'I don't care about singing. I told you I'm giving this up. Enjoy me, because tonight's the very last time the great Gojyo Sha will be performing live!' He struck a pose, catsuit halfway up his legs.
'Whatever. God, this place is a dump,' Benny said, squeezing himself into a pair of burgundy leather hot pants. He shook out a gold lame tank top and pulled it on.
'What shoes are ever gonna go with that outfit?' Zed said.
'Sneakers,' Benny said, flicking his braids.
'You're shitting me,' Zed said. 'You look like the cheerleader from Planet Gay.'
'There might be trouble, dumbass. I can't run around on those stack heels like you do. Anyway, just between us, I heard that the Joker might turn up.'
Gojyo whirled around.
'What? Who told you?'
'Ah, some guy,' Benny said, tapping his nose.
'Benny… '
'Okay. Look, you're getting out of the game. Fine. I don't have to tell you stuff anymore.'
Gojyo walked over and pushed him up against the wall. 'Really? What if I make you?'
'Oh my god,' Zed said, flopping down. 'Just stop, you two.'
Benny pushed Gojyo away. 'All I heard was that Batman's sidekick was going to be here tonight. The yellow-tights kid. Except I hope he won't be in yellow tights, because they look awful.'
'Batman's sidekick?' Gojyo said. 'Wow.' He wondered if that meant Hakkai would be anywhere around, then told himself what a terrible, distracting idea that was. He forced his attention back to the conversation. The Joker was going to be here, maybe. That could be very bad. Maybe he'd better take his chain out after all.
'Something's bound to happen if Goku's here,' Jamie said, perking up for the first time that evening. 'He attracts trouble like you wouldn't believe. Yeah. I bet the Joker comes tonight. That'd be some fight. Batman and the Joker are like Vader and Skywalker. Even down to the age difference,' he added. 'Kind of.'
'Shut up, Jamie,' Benny said.
*
Gojyo in the flesh was awesome. Goku had eyes for no-one else. Squashed at the front, head spinning from his fifth Peach Blaster, Goku had a perfect, dizzying view up his endlessly long legs. His black hair, let loose, hung around his shoulders and stuck to his face as he sang. He decided right there that he wanted to be just like Gojyo.
He stared as Gojyo swept past in high-heeled boots, hardly caring about the music, which Nat maintained was utter shit. He wasn't here for that. His eyes tracked every move, terrified and yet desperate that Gojyo would catch his eye, or even touch his hand. If he yelled really loud maybe Gojyo'd hear him.
He was out of breath from yelling when it happened. Gojyo was jumping around. He skidded across the stage, and then paused and then, amazingly, he turned his head and looked straight at Goku, his eyes wide. Goku's heart almost stopped and he forgot everything: the bellowing music, Nat digging his elbow in, the screeching crowd. This was it.
Then the lights went out.
*
Sanzo put his foot on the accelerator, all the while entertaining visions of putting Goku into boot camp. Except he'd probably break out. At least he'd got over the Mormon phase, but Sanzo wasn't convinced the Catboys were a better option, especially since Head Catboy might be doing his butler.
He screeched to a halt in front of the place. There was a neon sign saying A omic Ball om slapped on the front of an old cinema. Gojyo's smirking face gazed down at him from posters plastered along the wall and Sanzo took the opportunity to grind his cigarette butt out on one of them as he strode past.
'No, I don't want a ticket,' he snapped at the young woman in the booth. 'I've come to pick up my-- son. I'm not staying.'
'But I can't just let you in. Hey, come back or I'll have to get security,' she shouted after him as he jogged up the stairs towards the unholy sound of 500 teenaged girls screaming in unison. 'George!' he heard her yell, but he never did get to meet him because at that moment every light in the place went out and he was left in darkness. Even the safety signs were black. He paused and waited for then to come back on but they didn't. Then the timbre of the screaming changed. It became higher and full of fear. Sanzo's stomach churned.
'Fuck. It,' he said. He dropped to a crouch against the wall. There was a charge in the air, something that felt very bad, but he couldn't quite identify it. He crept to the wall, hoping to follow it round to the main room of the club. He groped his way along, barking his shin on a loose fire hydrant on the way until he reached doors. 'Hakkai,' he hissed into his phone, scrabbling it out of his pocket. The dim green light from the screen lit up the doors. They'd been barred from the outside.
'Sanzo?'
'There's trouble. Don't know what yet. You'd better get here.' It was then that he got it. There was a sharp smell in the air. 'Oh, no.'
'What is it?' Hakkai sounded worried.
'Fire,' he said.
A hand closed round his neck.
*
The last thing he remembered was a pair of eyes the colour of honey staring at him and the sense that he was missing something, straining to hear something above-- maybe below-- the music. Then it was utterly black. The instruments whined out and in the relative quiet the crowd hushed, confused. Then, as the first vague smell of burning wafted though the club, their panicked voices rose to a painful pitch.
Somebody yelled 'fire!', and that was it.
'Gojyo,' he heard Benny yelling above the screaming and chaos. 'Where are you? Please tell me you're wearing your utility belt. You know, the one with the useful fucking flashlight.'
'Er, no. I left it off,' he said.
'Where's the exit?' he heard Zed yell. 'We've got to get it open-- get these people out.'
The yelling rose a notch, and Gojyo heard hammering and thumping and panicked shouting-- something about the doors. The air was staring to become acrid and hot. It burnt Gojyo's throat with every breath and now, over in one of the corners, he could see the dreadful orange glow of flames.
'Follow me,' he yelled, trying to calm himself enough to remember which direction was forward, and out. All he had to do was find the edge of the stage and jump off. The doors were directly in front about 100 meters away. He groped forwards, slowly until he found the edge and the noise and fear hit him like a solid wall. He hoped Benny and Zed and Jamie were right behind him, because he was gonna stage dive right now.
'Gojyo, Gojyo! Here, hang on to me,' a voice called up, strong and urgent. A warm hand slipped into his.
'Who's that? Don't tell me you can see me?'
'Doesn't matter. But we gotta get to the doors. They've been barricaded. We need to get everyone out.'
'Oh, shit. Great.'
'Gojyo!' Benny shouted in his ear.
'I'm right here. Ready? Hang on to each other and follow me. Jump!'
The hand gripped on to him so tightly his bones ground together. Whoever owned it was unstoppable, surging through the heaving mass and easily pulling Gojyo in his wake. He could hear Benny behind him, yelling at the others. He threw out his hand and someone caught it. The place was turning into an oven. Every breath was agony and he dropped his head, wanting to get down to the floor where the air was, but if he did that he'd be trampled. He stumbled over something warm and soft that could only be a body.
Faces around him became visible in the dim glow of the fire as it spread, catching on the walls and carpet. Flickers of orange reflecting off skin and eyes buried in thick smoke, making faces into ghouls. He could hear the crackle of flames and then, far worse than anything else, a different smell began to wind through the stink, one of charred flesh. The crowd swelled and heaved, crushing them and for a moment Gojyo lost which way was up and he slipped in the puddles of discarded drinks.
'Come on,' the voice screamed. 'Don't give in now, we're nearly there. Move, move,' it yelled. 'Nat, the doors - right there!'
Gojyo heard the thud of flesh on flesh and then an inhuman shriek and groan that sounded like metal being torn apart. Cold air rushed in and in the new dim light the smoke swirled thick and grey and poisonous.
Gojyo fell to his knees and gagged, sucking in clean air. Then he scrambled up and began flinging people through the doors as the crowd surged through, shouting and weeping. Benny was slumped by the wall, being sick, and Jamie and Zed were shoving people out. He dragged the trampled to their feet and ran with them, then went back for more. Finally, sirens rang out in the street and then gloved hands were pulling him out of the flames and face in a respirator was telling him he couldn't go back in for the rest.
*
'I think I broke my wrist,' Nat said, wincing. He was sitting on the pavement next to an ambulance, having it strapped up by a woman in green coveralls.
'On the doors?' Goku said.
'Yeah. Both at once was probably overdoing it. Goku,' he said, his eyes widening, 'look behind you.'
Gojyo was standing there.
'It was you,' Gojyo said. His face was streaked with soot and sweat. 'In the crowd. You pulled me through. I recognised your voice just now.'
Goku stood up. 'Um. Hi,' he said, wanting to die from sounding so lame. 'It's okay. I wanted to help. I really love your music,' he added.
Gojyo stared down at him. 'But you're just a kid,' he said. 'What the fuck did you do to those doors, man?' He looked from Goku to Nat and back. His eyes lingered on Nat's bandaged wrist. Nat stared coolly back.
'I'm not a kid!' Goku said.
Then, as Goku gaped, unable to decide whether to be appalled he'd just shouted at Gojyo or pleased his idol was here in the flesh, Gojyo leaned down and slapped him on the arm. He grinned. 'You're pretty cool, you know. For a kid. What's your name?'
'I'm Goku,' said Goku, dazzled.
'Ah. You are?' Gojyo frowned, and his shoulders sagged. 'I think I'll just be going.'
'Yeah, I really think you'd better,' a voice said. Goku froze. The full effect of five Peach Blasters and a lungful of toxic carpet fumes came back with a rush and he very desperately wanted to sit down, or run and hide. He rubbed at his eyeliner, hoping it was hidden by soot.
'Hi, Sanzo,' he said, with a little wave. 'Er, Hakkai.'
Hakkai stood at Sanzo's shoulder. His smile looked even more creepy than usual. Gojyo had a weird expression on his face, sort of like he'd just been shot.
'You,' Sanzo said, jabbing a finger at Goku, 'are in serious trouble. Get in the car, now. You,' he said, pointing at Nat, 'your parents are on their way, so sit there and don't move.'
'What happened to your face?' Goku said.
'Six of the Joker's finest, handpicked goons, that's what. But they're far worse off, trust me.' Sanzo stalked up to Gojyo. 'I should've known your pathetic ass would be mixed up in this-- mess. You'd better not cause me anymore trouble.'
'Hey, it was nothing to do with me.'
'It was your gig, therefore you take the blame.'
'You are such a prick. Why the hell is this my fault?'
'What?' Goku said. 'Wait, you know Gojyo and you never told me?'
'Get in the car.'
'I hate you so much!'
He flung himself into the dark upholstered leather seats and shut his eyes. Everything smelled of air freshener and disinfectant, except his skin and clothes and hair, which stank of fire.
*
Gojyo just wanted to get away. Hakkai was looking everywhere but at him and Sanzo was acting like someone had shoved an entire bat-mobile up his ass.
Sanzo pushed his face into Gojyo's. 'What the fuck went on tonight? Why were you targeted by him? Tell me. Have you been messing in my plans again?'
'By who?' Gojyo snapped. 'You're really starting to piss me off.'
'The Joker.'
'I've got no idea. I've never even met him. It's the truth.'
'If I ever see you near Goku again I'm going to break your legs and throw you in the river, got it?'
'Fuck you. That's a tough kid you've got there. He saved my life-- he doesn't need protecting.'
Sanzo's mouth curled downwards and he shoved Gojyo in the chest, hard. 'Yes, he does. Don't talk about what you don't know, moron.'
There was a gun in his face. He stared into its unblinking silver eye. The safety clicked off with a smooth metallic slide. What a shitty evening.
'If you do anything to put him at risk I'll kill you,' Sanzo said.
'No,' Hakkai said, appearing between them. Gojyo's heart rate increased a notch. Oh god. 'You won't.'
'Don't want to lose your fucktoy, Hakkai?'
Gojyo cringed. Hakkai's face darkened.
'I don't want anyone to get hurt,' said Hakkai and he put a hand up and curled his fingers over the barrel.
Sanzo glared, then lowered the gun. 'I'm taking Goku home,' he said. 'Just-- watch yourself,' he said.
*
'Thanks for driving me,' Gojyo said, looking up at his apartment building.
Hakkai hadn't spoken at all in the car.
'It's the least I can do, Gojyo. I'm sorry for what Sanzo said. He can be somewhat over-protective.'
'Huhn. I noticed.'
'Are you all right?' Hakkai said. 'You look a little battered.'
'Ah, it's nothing, just a few scratches. They cleaned 'em up at the site.'
Hakkai was smiling at him now, his eyes soft in the dim light. He hadn't been going to ask, he really hadn't, but he just couldn't keep it in.
'Come up for coffee?' he said, stumbling on the words. He braced himself for the no. It was a long time coming.
'Yes, I'd like that very much, Gojyo,' Hakkai said.
Gojyo was jittery in the elevator. Hakkai was here, with him, not running off or locking a door in his face. He wasn't going to let this opportunity get away.
'So, will you tell me?' he said, a little later on, once he'd got Hakkai inside.
They were in his cramped kitchen and Hakkai was leaning against the counter.
'Mmm?'
'What's wrong,' Gojyo said.
'What do you mean?'
'Well, when someone tells you they're 'abnormal' and says they can never see you again, it makes you kinda curious, especially when after that they come up for coffee,' Gojyo said. He handed Hakkai a steaming mug. 'Not that I'm complaining, but,' Gojyo sighed, 'what the fuck's your problem, Hakkai?'
Hakkai hung his head. 'I'm truly sorry, Gojyo. It was unfair of me to do this to you. I just-- I've never met anyone like you before,' he admitted, after a moment. He laughed and it was a short, dry sound. Gojyo couldn't see what was funny. 'I'm being absurd,' he said. 'I should go.'
He straightened up, but Gojyo leapt forward and put a hand flat on his chest. Hakkai's heart was thumping.
'Nope. Stay,' he said, and gave him a soft shove. 'Tell me.' Hakkai gazed at him. Lit up by the strip light in Gojyo's kitchen, Gojyo could see tiny brown flecks in the green. 'What did you do?' Gojyo asked.
Hakkai nodded, then cleared his throat and took a sip of coffee. He held it to his chest, with both hands wrapped round it as if he were cold. Gojyo realised how close he was and stepped back.
'I hurt some people,' Hakkai said, calmly now, as if he were talking about a holiday he'd once been on. 'A lot of people.'
Gojyo fingered the rim of his cup. Okay. That was bad, but in this line of work it happened. Hakkai probably did stuff, errands, for Sanzo. People either got used to it, or justified it or got out. Maybe went mad on their week off.
'Yeah? How many?'
'A thousand. The Joker has a very large gang. It took some time.'
Gojyo's cup had shattered on the floor before he knew he'd dropped it. Coffee splashed around his feet, forming puddles on the lino.
'Are you scared, now?' Hakkai said, ignoring it. He was studying his hands and was very still.
'Uh. No,' Gojyo said, scrabbling for a cloth to mop up the mess. He couldn't look at Hakkai's face, not right now. He let his hair swing forward, shielding him.
'Don't lie to me. It's quite wise to be scared.'
No one talked about it, no one said, yeah, I kill people and it gives me great job satisfaction, thank you very much, but you grew accustomed to stuff-- blood and gore. Getting out alive while, say, crazy bastards with penguin obsessions didn't, but this was different. Gojyo threw the rag into the sink. He wanted to get closer to Hakkai, make some contact, but everything about Hakkai was silently screaming don't touch. He listened instead.
'What happened?'
'It was a dull sort of tragedy, really. My lover was taken by the Joker's gang one day, quite at random off the street, just as many other women were at that time. She was tortured and then murdered. They found her remains in a shallow grave outside the city.' Gojyo's blood chilled. 'I admit, my grip on sanity after that was questionable,' Hakkai said. 'It took months, but I tracked his gang and saw to it that many of them would never do that again, or anything else. Sanzo found me at that point and saved me from justice. He took me away with him. I owe him my life.'
Gojyo digested that for a few moments. 'Fuck it,' he said. 'People have done worse things, and for worse reasons.'
Hakkai stared at him, eyes huge and round.
'Gojyo. It was a terrible thing for me to do.'
'Well, yeah. It was. But you had a good reason.'
Hakkai shook his head. 'No. It was my own selfishness and pride that led me on, when I could have stopped. I wanted them all to suffer as I-- as she did.'
'Why did Sanzo save you?'
'Do you know, he's never told me,' Hakkai said, with an awful smile. 'I assumed it was because he thought I'd brought some form of rough justice to the Joker's gang. Perhaps he saw my unflagging performance and thought I'd be useful. Perhaps I'd saved him some work.'
'He never said? Wow. What a prick.'
'He owes me nothing. I owe him everything. The awful thing is, if it was for someone I loved, I sometimes think I'd do it all over again. Exactly the same,' Hakkai said.
'You can't blame yourself. Love makes people do weird shit.'
The words lingered in the room and Gojyo fervently wished he had something to do with his hands. Hakkai looked up and his eyes were glittering. They squinched up as he smiled and nodded.
'Indeed it does,' Hakkai said. 'And of course, the Joker still has to pay for what he did.'
'He will,' Gojyo said.
'Oh, yes. I'm sure of it,' Hakkai said.
'What do you mean?' Gojyo asked, very casually. He thought he knew, though.
'Nothing, Gojyo.'
His voice was flat and calm, but Gojyo looked more closely and saw that his shoulders were shaking, hard. Hakkai put his coffee down very carefully then put his hands over his face.
'Hakkai?' he said. Something was very wrong, more wrong than just bad memories. He knew it fir sure, as if Hakkai had said it aloud. 'Hey, Hakkai, listen. Don't go. Stay here tonight.'
'I can't,' Hakkai said.
'Please. We don't have to-- you know-- fuck. You can sleep on the sofa or anywhere you want. Just stay.'
'Gojyo. I shouldn't.'
'Stay anyway.'
'No. Please, no. I have-- something I need to do.'
'Sanzo can make his own frigging coffee for once! Or, whatever. Don't do it.'
'No. Gojyo, it's best if you just forget about this,' Hakkai said, pushing past Gojyo. 'Forget about me, too.'
Gojyo followed him into the tiny hall. 'Wait,' he said.
Fuck being careful. Hakkai turned to face him and as he did Gojyo flung both arms round his shoulders and crushed him close. Apart from a gasp, Hakkai didn't say anything. After a few moments he even stopped struggling and then collapsed, slumped and surprisingly heavy against Gojyo's chest.
It took a while for the shaking to stop and when it did Hakkai pulled away. His face was blotchy and Gojyo pretended not to notice he'd been crying.
'I should definitely go now,' Hakkai said, turning away and wiping his eyes. 'Thank you for your time, Gojyo.'
'Don't thank me,' Gojyo said. 'I wanted to hear it. I'm glad you told me.' He was too, even if part of him knew he'd be better off not knowing. Hakkai looked so crushed. He wasn't even sure of his own intention when he said, 'I wish I could do something for you. I wanna make you feel better.' His arms reached out and tightened around Hakkai again. Hakkai stayed very still.
'Do you?' Hakkai said. 'Really?' He sounded genuinely curious.
'Yeah,' he croaked.
Hakkai was watching him now, intent and close. A shiver travelled the length of Gojyo's spine. The air thrummed between them.
Hakkai sank to his knees and pressed his face to Gojyo's crotch. Through the warm leather he nuzzled Gojyo's flesh. Gojyo caught his head and pulled him back, gently.
'Hakkai? I didn't mean--'
Or maybe he had.
'I want this,' Hakkai said, looking up. 'I want you.' His voice was rough and his eyes were still a little damp. Leaning in he ran his tongue over the hardening length of Gojyo's penis, outlined perfectly in leather.
'Whatever you want,' Gojyo said, meaning it.
He fumbled at his zip with shaking fingers. It seemed to take forever to get it open, until it was low enough for Hakkai to ease his dick and balls out, and then his mouth sank down over him. Hakkai's mouth was on him. Hakkai's beautiful, softly smiling lips were closed around him. The shock of wet heat and of Hakkai's hand fisted around him made him sag back against the wall. Hakkai's eyes fluttered closed and he made a muffled groan, his lips tight and hot around Gojyo's shaft, and then his head began to move, greedy and fast, almost desperate.
Looking down he caught a flash of Hakkai's right hand, fumbling his fly open to work himself, frantically. His balls tightened, tingling as though invisible fingernails were tracing over them and, slit-eyed and gasping, he watched himself slide in and out between the perfect grip of Hakkai's lips, and below that he could see Hakkai's erection, stiff and red, jutting out of his unbuttoned pants. His fingers, slick with precome, were wrapped around it and moving brutally fast.
Gojyo wasn't going to last long like this. Hakkai's tongue curled round him, flicking at the ridges around the head, pressing wet and long and hungrily against the underside of his dick as he took it in, lapping at him. Gojyo clenched, wanting something inside and the thought of that, of Hakkai fucking him again, was too much. He gripped Hakkai's hair and took over the rhythm, going deeper as his body began to shake with orgasm. Hakkai moaned again, higher now, more frantic and that was it, that needy sound vibrating through his cock. His hips jerked and then he was pouring his load down Hakkai's throat, thrusting once, twice, hot and slick in Hakkai's mouth until Hakkai pulled back and swallowed, gasping around him, his mouth slack and his whole body trembling as he came.
Gojyo slid down the wall, his chest heaving, until Hakkai's arms were somehow wrapped tight round his neck and they were a tangle of awkward elbows and knees.
Hakkai pulled away slowly. 'I came on your carpet,' he mumbled into Gojyo's neck. 'Sorry.'
'Do I look like I care?' Gojyo said, kissing the smooth skin behind his ear. Hakkai smelled edible - skin and cologne and clean hair. He fastened his teeth on the skin there and bit down, just enough to make Hakkai squirm and moan against him, then pulled him close.
Hakkai kissed him, teasing his mouth open and licking into him little by little, all the time making small, pleased noises. Gojyo sighed and settled Hakkai more firmly between his legs. Sticky fingers brushed along his jaw and into his hair and then they were kissing, slowly, deeper and deeper until Gojyo was hard and aching again. Hakkai didn't seem to remember he was supposed to be leaving. That was okay with Gojyo. He was going to take everything he could get. He stroked his fingers through Hakkai's hair and opened his eyes to watch Hakkai up close, saw his lashes flutter like dark smudges on his cheek.
'My legs are going numb,' Gojyo was forced to admit, eventually.
They untangled themselves and pulled each other up a little awkwardly. Gojyo felt almost shy, until Hakkai kissed him again, his hands skimming Gojyo's waist and sliding over his buttocks, fingers tracing the curves there, over and over, as if trying to memorise them. Their bodies shifted, fitting themselves together, hip to hip, his thigh between Hakkai's. He slipped his hands under Hakkai's untucked shirt and laid his palms flat on firm, warm skin.
'I should go,' Hakkai said, but he was pressing closer, rubbing his erection up against Gojyo's thigh.
'Not yet,' said Gojyo, then backed him up against the wall. Hakkai gasped, but he was stiff too, digging into Gojyo's stomach. He spread his legs for Gojyo's hand and made a sound like a sob when Gojyo took him in his palm and slicked him with spit.
'Touch me,' Gojyo whispered against his lips, a hand braced next to Hakkai's head, listening to his frantic breaths. 'Put your hand on my cock. Yeah, just like that-- ahh.'
It took them another fifteen minutes to get to the door, a foot away, and open it. Finally Hakkai put his hands on Gojyo's shoulders and held him at arm's length. He was pink and mussed above his neat sweater and jacket.
'Goodbye, Gojyo.'
'Don't go.'
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Goku was completely awesome. So cool. So very very cool. And the Hakkai/Gojyo interact was perfect and lovely and hot and....i'm running out of adjectives....~_^
So wonderful!
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