Fic- Saiyuki/Batman crossover of doom part six, Hakkai/Gojyo

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Fandom: Saiyuki
Title: Saiyuki/Batman crossover of doom part six
Rating: not worksafe, explicit m/m
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Notes: Many thanks as always to new_kate for beta - although this has changed somewhat since, so any further errors are all my own.

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

Part six



The Rafferty Building was a bitch to climb. Gojyo was sweating by the time he'd scaled the stupid fancy moulding on the very highest floor. Some dumbass architect clearly thought a building wasn't right unless it had something that looked like a piecrust glued on to it. This one had three. Typical of Sanzo to pick somewhere so annoying to meet. His arms and legs were complaining loudly as he heaved himself over the final lip and landed in a not very cat-like sprawl on the roof. He leapt up quickly and brushed himself down, hoping Sanzo wasn't already here.

The place was deserted, but almost immediately he knew something was wrong. He just wasn't sure what, or why. A chilly breeze swept across the rooftop and even thought he was hot and sweating from the climb he shivered a little. No sign of Sanzo, or Goku, and it was past 2am. In the middle was a low building that must be the roof exit. Next to that were two enormous steel boxes, one with a series of fans; water tank and air-conditioning unit. A communications mast stood on inelegant steel legs. The wind sang through its struts, making an eerie, sad sort of noise. He crept along the low wall that ringed the roof, keeping low, until he had a better view. He stayed in his crouch and waited.

Sanzo was late. Even if he was just fucking Gojyo around it wasn't like him and anyway Gojyo's knees were beginning to complain. He snuck over to the water tank on silent feet and crept around it to get a better view of the other side of the roof. Nothing. Still no Sanzo. He checked his watch: 2.25. Was this a set up or something? But he couldn't believe Sanzo would do something like that, even if he was a stuck-up prick. He played fair, if you could see past the acid he spat in your face. Gojyo's sense of something being not right grew and he unhooked his whip, just in case. Then he heard the small, soft snick of a door closing and the quiet tread of feet. Someone must've come out of the roof exit. Almost silent, but not quite, as if that someone wanted to be heard, or wasn't being careful. Sanzo? He didn't think so, somehow. It wasn't his style. He pulled himself up onto the top of the water tank and crouched, hoping to get a better look at his visitor.

The dim yellow exit light didn't help much. Someone tall, too tall for Sanzo and anyway there were no bat ears. He was wearing a long coat, one that was a little too bulky for a summer night, except if you were going to be hanging around on top of a high building. He had a little stool and what looked like a flask of coffee too. This guy planned ahead. Could be dangerous. Gojyo readied himself, then slid down off the tank, hanging on by his fingertips until he only had to drop a few silent inches. He fell into a crouch and flexed his hands, then launched himself, running quick. If he was honest, high-heeled boots weren't perfect footwear for stealth and that was possibly why, instead of getting this guy in a silent and deadly headlock, Gojyo tripped and sprawled in front of him. He squirmed round and tried to flip himself up almost straight away but a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, so tight his bones grated together. He strained up but all he could see was shadows.

'Fucking-- ow! Leggo,' he said, yanking his arm away.

The hand leapt off him as if scalded and Gojyo heard a gasp. An odd sounding gasp that he didn't pay attention to at first because he was too busy scrabbling backwards. Then he stopped and his ass hit the concrete. He couldn't move, was frozen in place, because non-bat guy had moved out into light.

He'd never believed that the jaw thing really happened, but apparently it did. His mouth fell open and he couldn't find the will to close it.

'Hello, Gojyo.'

He wasn't sure how much time had passed before he managed to shut his mouth, then he had to open it again almost immediately. His eyes felt like they might bug completely out of their sockets.

'Hakkai,' he whispered. 'It's you.'

Hakkai was staring back, with a look on his face like Gojyo had just punched him in the gut rather than fallen on his ass in front of him. Hakkai's mouth was opening and closing

'I-- wasn't expecting you to be here,' Hakkai stammered, after a few moments.

'Me either,' Gojyo said. Jesus. Hakkai. That sounded dumb. His brain wasn't functioning at all. 'How long have you been-- ' he stopped, unsure of what to say.

'-- awake?' Hakkai said softly, watching him. His eyes were piercing. 'Since last Sunday.'

A whole week. Sanzo had never said. 'You're really awake,' Gojyo added, unnecessarily.

'Yes. At least, I think so,' Hakkai said, and it was just a breath, so quiet Gojyo almost lost it over the faint rumble of the city. Maybe not so unnecessarily, then.

He didn't offer Gojyo a hand getting to his feet, but instead just watched as Gojyo scrambled up and surreptitiously tried to straighten out his clothes and his hair. He swiped away the particles of gravel that clung to his backside.

'So. You okay?' Gojyo said, just to break the crushing silence. He took a breath. 'You look… ' Hakkai looked amazing. Just like he always did. Just like the first time he'd ever seen him, with those perfect green eyes and a strong arm slipping around Gojyo's waist. 'You look better than the last time I saw you,' he finished, and hung his head.

'The last time,' Hakkai murmured, nodding. 'I see.'

The last time has been six weeks ago, when he'd sat at his bedside until he knew Hakkai was going to live. And then he'd left. Hakkai's face set in a perfectly bland expression and Gojyo's scalp prickled with something he didn't want to identify, something cold and sick-feeling. The last time. He'd never been back, not even once. He hadn't been able to face it.

'I didn't know,' he said. His eyes felt raw and hot. 'He didn't tell me you'd woken up.'

It sounded horribly weak. He could still feel Hakkai's too cold, lifeless fingers hooked though his own. He looked down at them, where they hung at Hakkai's sides. He saw Hakkai lying in his own blood in that white room and had to blink hard to shift it. Saw the spray of blood as his chain sliced into the Joker's arm.. He opened his eyes and Hakkai was still there, real and alive and whole, diamond sharp against the night. Gojyo took a shuddery breath, drinking him in. He wanted to touch him. He didn't dare.

Hakkai was watching him still, looking thoughtful. 'Did he tell you to meet him here tonight, by any chance?'

'Uh. Yeah, he did,' Gojyo said.

'Perhaps this is his way of telling you, then,' Hakkai said, his eyes fixed on Gojyo. He sounded slightly breathless.

'Whaddya mean?'

'Well,' Hakkai said, his forehead wrinkling into a frown. 'He asked me to meet him here too.'

Gojyo's gaze strayed to the camping stool and the silver thermos that sat on the roof near Hakkai's feet and he shook his head.

'He's one twisted mother. Why didn't he just tell me?'

'Perhaps he thought you might not come?' Hakkai said, and Gojyo stopped.

Hakkai's shoulders hunched slightly and Gojyo's face flushed hot with shame. Yeah, Sanzo had every reason to think that, after all those weeks Gojyo had spent pretending Hakkai didn't exist. He wondered suddenly if Hakkai had asked after him when he first woke up, and he felt sick. Sanzo must've told him he'd never been, not even once during all the time Hakkai was out cold.

Well, tough. He attempted to steel himself. Hakkai had wanted to get minced up by a homicidal maniac in a lab coat rather than stay with Gojyo. Hakkai hadn't worried about his feelings. Yeah. He managed to build up a small amount of resentment about that, but it sputtered out pretty quick set against Hakkai's eyes. He looked tired and they were dark rimmed. Hakkai was right to want to go off and get revenge. No one should stop him from getting payback for her death. Gojyo would want to do that same, for someone he loved. He did, in fact. Shit.

He swore under his breath. This big idea of steeling himself wasn't working. It was spectacularly not working, faced with the reality of Hakkai, right there in front of him, looking like everything he ever wanted. If Hakkai didn't want him back-- No, he wasn't gonna even think about that stuff now. He was just glad Hakkai was okay.

'Yeah well, he was wrong,' Gojyo said, tilting his chin up, even though his gut was shrivelling. 'I would've come. I would've made sure.'

Hakkai nodded again, slowly. Gojyo refused to look away and held his gaze, hoping that somehow Hakkai would somehow know he was silently apologising with every fibre of his being. Eventually he decided he'd better just say it.

'I'm sorry,' Gojyo said. It came out hoarsely. His throat was dry and felt like it was closing up. He realised he was fiddling with his chains, running his fingers up and down the sharp teeth so they made that stupid jingling noise. He stopped and clenched his fists.

'You've nothing to be sorry for,' Hakkai said at last.

'Uh. Yeah I have. I am. I never came,' he said.

This was painful: he sounded like an idiot. Hakkai shook his head.

'I'm very happy to see you, Gojyo.'

Gojyo was shaking. He didn't deserve this, to be smiled at like Hakkai was smiling now, sweet enough to make his heart squeeze tight. This was the same man who'd gone off to die.

'Yeah?' It was more of a croak than an actual word but it was all he could manage.

Gojyo took a step closer, his boots crunching on the gravel. It almost hurt not to be touching him. He couldn't think properly. Hakkai looked good. He looked more than good - delectable, no, edible, no - stop thinking about eating him. Hakkai was wearing his butler outfit--dark suit and tie-- and a long expensive-looking wool coat. Gojyo swayed nearer, seeing how Hakkai's hair rested in long strands on his collar, like it needed cutting, watching the sharp, shadowed curves of his mouth as he spoke, the way his lips parted slightly. He couldn't stop looking.

From far below came the faint roar of the city street, but up here it was quiet, apart from the wind singing around them, making the steel legs of the mast creak and groan. It rippled through the soft dark strands on Hakkai's forehead and brought the gooseflesh out on Gojyo's bare upper arms, above his gloves. Hakkai stepped closer and his fingers touched a strand of Gojyo's hair that had fallen over his face. He smoothed it away and tucked it behind Gojyo's ear. Hakkai traced the line of his jaw with his fingertip, sliding up to the curve of his ear to linger on the delicate skin there, stroking lightly until Gojyo could hardly breathe. Hakkai's hand slid up his neck and into his hair and heat flared through him. He was hard from this. Just this. Oh god. Hakkai's fingers tightened with sudden, shocking strength and he gasped.

'Yes,' Hakkai said, and he leaned forward so their foreheads touched together. Hakkai's breath puffed gently on his face and he thought it might kill him to have to move right now. 'Gojyo?' Hakkai murmured, after a long, silent minute, during which all Gojyo could think of was Hakkai's mouth, right there, so close to his.

'Mmmh?' because he didn't trust himself to form proper words.

'Perhaps-- we could leave now? I'm still less than perfectly well,' and Hakkai stepped back, breaking the contact.

'Uh, sure,' Gojyo said, instead of reaching out and pleading with him not to go.

But he wasn't going to stoop that low. He had some dignity left and besides, Hakkai was looking very pale now, and tired. Gojyo wondered madly if his rope was strong enough for two, had a ridiculous surge of hope at the grateful kiss Hakkai might lay on him afterwards.

'Ah, Gojyo. There's a perfectly serviceable elevator,' Hakkai said, as if reading his thoughts.

Gojyo shook out a laugh, just a breath. He didn't want this to be over, didn't want to go back down to the city where Hakkai would politely say goodnight, and then what? He didn't think he could stand it. 'Right. Yeah. Let's go.'

***

Sanzo's black Jeep stood waiting outside the building and Hakkai dug in his pocket and unlocked it as he walked over. Gojyo walked a little way behind. Hakkai had stood apart in the elevator down, not looking at him, back to his usual calm and distant self. Standing too close, Gojyo had felt his presence like a touch, surrounding him in the cramped space.

'Would you like a ride?' Hakkai said.

Oh. Yes please, Gojyo thought. Hakkai's expression was unreadable and he bit his tongue on a cheap joke. 'Thanks,' he said. 'My apartment's not too far, if that's okay.'

Hakkai shot him a glance, then smiled. 'Wherever you like,' he said

Gojyo had to swallow hard.

Inside, the Jeep was amazing: deep comfortable padded seats, with weird gadgets ranged on the dashboard, flickering in red and blue displays. Something was beeping, a soft steady note that reminded him of the machine that Hakkai had been hooked up to. The white room, and Hakkai-- he wondered how much Hakkai remembered, and how much it had hurt.

'Are you all right, Gojyo?' Hakkai asked, as he guided the car out into the flow of traffic.

'Nice car,' he said, ignoring Hakkai's question and jerking his head at the instruments instead. He glanced at Hakkai sidelong-- his eyes were fixed on the road. Gojyo was almost painfully aware of his presence, so close and yet now so far away. He was beginning to think he'd imagined what had happened on the roof.

'It's useful,' Hakkai said. 'An essential tool for Sanzo's work, really.'

It was very late. The car was warm and Hakkai drove like everything was made of glass, but Gojyo didn't feel at all sleepy. His heart was beating far too fast for that. Hakkai wasn't saying much and there were things he desperately wanted to ask. He just didn't know how to start and Hakkai wasn't giving him any clues and soon it'd be time for him to get out.

'So-- you going back to the day job?' Gojyo asked, into the quiet.

'I had planned to, yes,' Hakkai said. 'There's no reason why I shouldn't. I'm well, now. And Sanzo needs me at home.'

Gojyo nodded. Yeah, to run around making his coffee and picking up his socks. That wasn't why he employed Hakkai, and they all knew it. He remembered the fragments of table in the warehouse and those men, groaning in agony. Hakkai had done that, and that crazy healing thing on his leg too. It gave a twinge just then, as if to remind him that Hakkai was dangerous, far more powerful than Gojyo himself, he guessed. It had never occurred to him be afraid though. Hakkai's anger, a deep background thrum, wasn't directed at him. He knew that, somehow, on a deep, gut level.

'And the other stuff,' Gojyo said quietly. 'The evening job? What about that?'

'That too,' Hakkai said. 'I won't let Sanzo down. People rely on him. We all do.' His fingers slid tightly around the stitched-leather steering wheel. The air conditioning vents blew warm air into Gojyo's face and it felt like he was suffocating. The streets were getting darker and shabbier. They were getting near his apartment. He busied himself fiddling with the plastic knobs that controlled the hot air vents, until Hakkai spoke again. 'Gojyo,' he said, softly. 'I'm sorry.'

Here it comes, Gojyo thought. He's dumped you once before. You expected this. This was just Hakkai's well-bred way of finishing it for good. Hakkai was polite after all, but it might help if he did it with a kick rather than a kiss. And really, Gojyo knew he should be getting more angry about it, but instead here he was, just prolonging his own agony. How pathetic.

'Nothing to be sorry for,' Gojyo bit off, echoing Hakkai's own words earlier. He watched the night slip by.

'There is. I'm being very selfish,' Hakkai went on.

Yeah Gojyo didn't say. He forced the bitterness out of his voice. 'Sometimes you have to be,' he said. 'Gotta look out for yourself.'

Hakkai laughed. It was a light, happy sound and it seemed to fill both the car and Gojyo's head. Fuck, this was bad.

'That's very true, Gojyo.'

Gojyo looked down at his hands, at his own long legs stretched out in front of him and then at Hakkai's elegant fingers curved around the steering wheel.

'Let me out,' he said. His throat was so dry he could hardly get the sounds out. 'Here's fine. Anywhere.'

'Gojyo, listen-- '

'I can't handle this,' Gojyo said. He'd just get out and walk away. End of story.

Hakkai brought the Jeep to an abrupt halt, swerving off the road and into an alley. For a few seconds there was no sound except for their breathing and the intermittent ticking of the engine as it cooled, the metal shrinking by minute amounts.

'Hakkai-- ' was all he managed before Hakkai was on him, fingers curling over his shoulders, pinning him back to the seat.

'I see,' said Hakkai. 'You can't handle what, exactly? Me?'

He sounded as cool as ever, just like that first time and just from the sound of his voice Gojyo had a sense memory of Hakkai on top of him and of the weight and heat of his body, the pulse of Hakkai's cock buried inside him and his low, smoky voice. Hakkai kissed him. His mouth was hot and wet and unbelievably soft.

'Ha-- mmmh. I thought you didn't want—' Gojyo gasped. 'I thought-- '

'What did you think I was saying sorry for? It's because I'm being very selfish. Right now.'

Oh.

'Good,' he gasped. It was all he could think of.

He let Hakkai press him back against the seat and his cock jerked helplessly as Hakkai smiled, then slid one hand down his body, stroking him from neck to thigh. His other hand cupped Gojyo's jaw, a thumb curling over his cheek. Close up, his eyes gleamed in the near darkness.

'Selfish, yeah?' Gojyo said, shivering, watching Hakkai's mouth.

Hakkai nodded, a slow dip of his head. 'I want you,' he breathed. 'I want you so much, Gojyo.'

Gojyo knew his face must look weird. He didn't know whether to laugh or possibly pass out but Hakkai solved the problem by kissing him again. Gojyo slid down in his seat, groping for Hakkai's hand. He covered it with his own, tracing over the smooth skin of the back of it before he laced their fingers together, tight. He saw Hakkai's mouth fall open a little and heard his indrawn breath as he curled Hakkai's fingers around his cock.

Gojyo licked into his mouth and got hand into Hakkai's soft hair and offered himself up to be kissed and stroked, spread his legs for Hakkai's hand, moaned into his mouth like this was the one thing he wanted most in the world, and really it wasn't that far from the truth. Hakkai kept on stroking, his lips soft on Gojyo's and Gojyo could see his eyes were open, watching him. Gojyo could feel his fingers flexing as they moved their hands together. Hakkai's hand slid round to cup the back of his neck, fingers stroking lightly, and their kisses grew deeper and harder until Gojyo was aching.

'I want to suck you,' Gojyo said, whispering it into the edge of Hakkai's mouth, letting his teeth fasten gently on Hakkai's lower lip. 'Now.' He bit down harder and Hakkai gasped, hardly gave him time to catch his breath before his tongue slid back in.

'Do it then,' Hakkai whispered, falling back and tugging Gojyo with him, so they sprawled messily up against the driver's side door. The handbrake was digging into his leg but Gojyo didn't care, because Hakkai was curling his hands into Gojyo's hair and pulling him forward for a kiss, licking across his mouth and arching up into Gojyo's touch. Gojyo got Hakkai's zipper open, one-handed and blind, didn't bother with the belt, pulled Hakkai's shorts to one side and got Hakkai's dick in his mouth as fast and as far as he could in one go. He moaned around it, feeling it jerk against his tongue. He wanted the taste and the heat and the scent of him. He wanted everything.

'Gojyo,' Hakkai whispered above him. 'Oh Gojyo. You're beautiful.'

People had said that before, but it had never sounded as good as it did now, even doubled over like this and getting a cramp in his leg. It's for you, he wanted to say. He slid his mouth further down Hakkai's shaft and ignored the dampness at the corners of his eyes. Hakkai's fingers were in Gojyo's hair and he was stroking it in time to Gojyo's movements, tightening as Gojyo licked and sucked at him. His thighs were taut under Gojyo's hands and his cock grew even harder in Gojyo's mouth; he must be close, so close. Gojyo closed a fist around him, drew his lips over the head of his cock in a tight circle, then slipped off, getting his breath. He licked a wet stripe down over the sac of his balls.

'Please, Gojyo,' he heard.

Hakkai's voice was breathy and trembling, saying his name. He let Hakkai guide his head, a hand on his jaw to get him to the right place so Hakkai could slide back in, deep and needy, his hips thrusting up hard. Hakkai's thumb stroked over his cheek, over his lips, and then Hakkai was gasping his name and coming in his mouth, a sudden wet flood that he swallowed down, sucking until Hakkai's thighs where shaking and he was making tight, desperate sounds that filled the warm, dimly lit space. They sounded almost like sobs.

Hakkai tugged him up by the hair, not gently at all, and kissed him hard. His fingers were curled tight round Gojyo's shoulders, digging in almost painfully.

'What about you?' Hakkai got out between more kisses. 'Do you want me to-- '

'M'okay,' Gojyo said.

It had been the sound of his name. He hadn't even needed to touch himself, had just rubbed against the seat. His catsuit was uncomfortably sticky now, but he could live with it, he thought. His face was burning hot.

'I see,' Hakkai said faintly, and Gojyo thought that he probably did, too. Never mind. Gojyo could be embarrassed about it later. 'Gojyo,' Hakkai said, sounding shaky. 'I was hoping-- will you come home with me?'

'Yeah,' Gojyo said, after about a nanosecond of thought. 'I'd like that. A lot. As long as you let me sleep over this time.'

Hakkai nodded, then slipped his arms round Gojyo's neck briefly, almost shyly, in a way that made Gojyo's chest squeeze painfully. He ignored it and buried his face in Hakkai's hair.

He might like taking Hakkai back to his place even more, because he wasn't keen on being anywhere near Sanzo right now. Being interrupted by Sanzo in his babydoll and haircurlers, or whatever it was he wore to bed, was not at all on his agenda, but his living room floor was covered with wet, bloodstained newsprint and he hadn't cleaned a single surface for what must be weeks. No point in frightening Hakkai away again.

***

Hakkai drove them out of the city, speeding up on the almost empty expressway until they were way out in the sticks, or what passed for the sticks in Sanzo-land. Rich sticks with tennis courts and 20-acre grounds and Dobermans with personality problems. Hakkai didn't say anything on the drive back and Gojyo dozed. It was almost possible to imagine he dreamed it all as they rumbled through the night, until Hakkai's hand curled over his upper thigh and stayed there.

'We'll be there very soon,' Hakkai said.

'Will I have to talk to Sanzo?' Gojyo said, yawning.

'Not if you don't want to. Although he's almost certainly still up.' His hand moved further up Gojyo's thigh, his thumb stroking gently. It was a stripe of heat that his body was responding to again, already. 'I want to thank you,' he said, softly.

'What for? I ain't done nothing useful,' Gojyo said. It was true, he thought.

'You're quite wrong,' Hakkai said, smiling. 'You woke me up.'

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They fill each others' spaces just by knowing how much they can't.

Awww, yes, that's such a good description of them. *sniffs*

Thank you!