louiselux | Saiyuki fic: Twilight, stripper!Gojyo AU

Yay, fic!

Fandom: Saiyuki
Title: Twilight
Rating: not worksafe, explicit m/m, PWP
Pairing: Hakkai/Gojyo
Notes: thanks to

emungere for inspiration and porn! Also,

daegaer and

aluragayle for beta and comments. So, an AU where Gojyo is a stripper was just too much to resist, really... There might be more but for now this is just a stand alone.

The guy was in again. Gojyo had noticed him before, because, well who wouldn't? He was tall and slim, with a body that looked like he worked out, sleek dark hair and a watch that was probably worth more than Gojyo's entire apartment. He always picked a table at the back, in the shadows. Andre had said he spent $50 each evening at the bar: cognac, champagne, sometimes even cheap shots of tequila, one after the other.

"He never even gets drunk," Andre confided, wiping his cloth over an already spotless bar.

Mystery Man was alone, as usual, a brandy glass in front of him. The place was picking up a little after the mid evening lull. The just-left-work crowd had gone home and the party groups were trickling in, or guys on their own just wanting to get off. Getting off wasn't in the rule book, but the rule book was buried under the manager's Viagra collection. There was a reason the lights were kept low, and it wasn't just to hide the stains on the carpet. For an extra fifty the house rules could be overlooked and often were, although Gojyo tried not to get involved in crap like that. He wasn't a whore. Yeah, he might dress like one, but when he fucked people he didn't want to be writing receipts straight after. It ruined the afterglow.

On stage Pablo, aka Billy the Buttsex Bandit! was doing his thing with a whip, spurs and a winning scowl. No one had asked Gojyo for a dance yet, so he'd parked himself on a stool and was drinking Coke through a straw. Andre, amazingly, told him he could have it on the house, then dropped an umbrella in it for him, and a cherry.

"Wow, haven't seen one of these in a long time," he said, making Andre grin.

Gojyo crushed it between his teeth. It was too sweet but he ate it and smiled at Andre. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Mystery Man looking his way. He was dressed in a dark suit and tie, with a pale grey shirt, giving out the message of tasteful but clearly loaded. He smiled and waved, because a job was a job and hey, rich guy, but the man only sipped his drink and didn't acknowledge him.

"He's not too friendly, is he?" Gojyo said.

"Well, that's the thing," Andre said in tones of one confiding a great secret. He leaned in with his chin propped on his fist "He's never asked anyone for a dance, not in all the time he's been coming in, and it's been weeks. So what's he here for?"

"Huh. Does he jerk off?"

"Nope. Simon even followed him to the bathroom every night last week, just to check."

"Jeez, it's a lap dancing joint, not amateur stalking night. No wonder he doesn't want to do anything, the poor sap."

"He's certainly not poor! I fail to feel sorry for him," Andre said, his moustache twitching. "He charges it all to his platinum Amex."

"Oh, huh."

Rich and weird, which maybe explained why he was hanging around in this place. He looked out of place though, like an Armani suit in a junk store. Andre leaned closer, his elbows slipping on the black marble bar top. It had cheap gold trim running along the edge that had to be glued back on every few weeks. Tacky, like everything else in this place. It was a job, he told himself. With tips it paid better than most and yeah, he should really think about getting out and doing something else while there was still time.

"Just so you know, Gojyo, sweetie," and Andre's voice dropped to an intimate whisper, "he's been checking you out."

"He'd have to be dead not to be checking me out."

There was no point in being coy about it. He wore almost no clothes: guys ogled. It was the way things were. It was what he got paid for. Gojyo's outfit tonight was miniscule hot pants, some baby oil and very little else.

"He watches you every night. I’ve seen him."

"Nah, he's not interested. If he was he’d have called me over before now."

"Maybe he's shy? You should try him out. Go over," Andre hissed.

"Hey, wait a minute," Gojyo said, suddenly seeing his free Coke and umbrella in a new light. "You just want me to do your stalking for you."

"Gojyo, please."

"I've got better things to do," he said, slipping off his stool. Like the guy in the denim who was waving over at him enthusiastically: a paying customer. Better leave the other guy alone, if that’s what he wanted. "Thanks for the drink, Andre, and hey, get a life."

But Andre's words stuck in his head. He found his gaze being drawn over to the corner where Mystery Man sat, even when he was waving his crotch right in someone's eyeballs. It wasn't like anyone was going to notice that Gojyo's attention was straying. They didn't pay him so they could stare meaningfully into his eyes, after all. Just the opposite.

He forgot about it soon enough though. It was a hard night. Four big parties came in and they were always the worst, guys getting grabby and nasty right in his face, beer and poppers everywhere. Tony the doorman found four people on crystal meth having an impromptu circle jerk in one of the back booths. It was only Wednesday, for God's sake. Gojyo kept the no punching the clients rule firmly to the fore. He was getting better at remembering, at least on good days.

By 1.30 am Gojyo needed more caffeine. His shift ended in thirty minutes and he wanted to shower and change and drink at least a few beers before he crashed.

"Andre, gimme a cup of coffee," he said, leaning in through the bodies at the bar, prising off a couple of straying paws as he did so. He heard a yelp: he had to remember not to crush fingers, too.

"Let me get that for you, please," a voice said in his ear.

He turned to see the rich weird guy standing at his elbow, his arm hovering behind Gojyo almost protectively. God, he was really fucking pretty close up.

"Oh, hi," Gojyo said, plastering on a grin. He tried not to stare too hard. "Thanks."

"You're very welcome," the man replied, like they were at a tea party or something and not surrounded by nearly naked mayhem.

The man smiled politely, his eyes fixed on Gojyo’s face. That was… refreshing. Usually it was all hands and 'what can you do for me, man?' Andre's coffee was always terrible, but he drank it anyway, discreetly watching the guy's face. He was flicking glances at Gojyo. Maybe Andre was right, and he was interested.

"Hey, you want anything else?" he said, leaning in a little, just enough to catch a trace of cologne.

He smelled good. Gojyo tried his sexiest smile because. for some reason, between that hovering, protective hand and those pretty eyes, it had become really important that he didn’t get a 'no'.

"No, thank you," the man said, but his gaze never left Gojyo's face.

"Oh. Well, thanks anyway, man."

Well, shit. He shouldn't feel so disappointed. He caught Andre looking at him, making discreet thumbs-up sign under cover of the beer spigot. Okay, it couldn't hurt to find out what this guy was really after. This very hot, rich man who potentially had a thing for Gojyo, if he listened to Andre. He hadn’t been exactly unfriendly, smiling like that and paying for his coffee. Gojyo drank it too quickly, burning his tongue, then sauntered casually over to the back, near the man's table. Near enough to be noticed when he started to move just a little, circling his hips to the music.

He had his back to him at first, but he sneaked glances over his shoulder. The man was ignoring the stage, where Gary was divesting himself of a cop's uniform. Instead he was staring right at Gojyo, to the point where Gojyo didn’t even need to turn around anymore to know it. He could feel it, like a touch on his skin.

He let himself a move, not thinking too hard, getting into the music. For once it was sort of a thrill trying to hook a guy, maybe knowing he'd hooked this one in particular. He got closer, sensing a little movement behind him, knowing that mystery man with the sexy eyes was watching him. He was getting hard. He stroked his hands down over his hips, skimming over firm skin. He let his fingers drag over each buttock, parting them a tiny amount. Not subtle, but hey, there was a reason it was a standard move.

"You can turn around now."

The man’s voice was cool and low. He bit his lip and grinned, then obeyed, giving the guy his best smile, rolling his hips forward.

"Are you sure you don't want anything else?" he asked.

The guy didn't move, but only watched him, hands firmly on the armrests of the chair. Gojyo kept going, taking a step closer. He was vaguely aware of the stares he was getting from other people nearby, but it was hard to focus on anything but the man in front of him.

In any case, he soon heard the whoops as Gary stripped down to thong level. He guessed all gazes were fixed on the stage again, apart from one, which was fixed on him. He swayed closer, letting his hands trail down through his hair and over his nipples, scoring light marks in his skin. The guy seemed to like that because his eyes got heavy and a little glazed. Gojyo’s nipples were hard under his fingers and he went back and pinched them, letting himself get off on it because it was too hard not to, not with this guy watching him like that, intent and hungry.

"Because you don’t seem too sure about the not wanting," Gojyo said.

He moved his hips in a slow circle, letting the guy get a good view of his cock, stiff now and bulging through the thin leather. The shorts laced at the front, and he usually let the lucky ones pull them open.

"Come closer," the man said, very softly.

Gojyo's heart rate went up a notch as the man spread his legs wide, giving Gojyo room to move. Another step put him almost too near, right there between the man’s thighs. Gojyo looked down, and could see that he wasn’t the only one who was hard. He felt like he should say something--Lap dances are only twenty bucks, for instance-- but his mouth was too dry, and besides, he was afraid the mention of money might make the guy stop looking at him like that. He dragged his hands down his stomach, fingertips sweeping just under the waistband of his shorts.

"What's your name?" he asked, instead.

"Do you need to know?" the man said, sounding genuinely curious.

Yeah, he really did, Gojyo realized. He nodded.

"Hakkai," the man said.

"I'm Gojyo," said Gojyo feeling faintly silly. He shouldn’t have made the guy tell him that.

"I know," Hakkai said. "I’ve been watching you for weeks."

"Oh." Oh. "You have? Right. Why? What do you-- ah-- " he stopped, aware he was babbling.

Rich, weird and… obsessive? Yeah, he should be more worried probably, but it was hard to care. Maybe he was lonely? It happened. It was maybe one of the main reasons men came here, unspoken but true all the same. He took a breath and tried again, using his well worn patter.

"So, Hakkai, why don't you tell me what you like?" he said, letting his hips tilt forward a little. He ran a palm down over the front of his shorts, tugging them lower with his thumb in the waistband. "You like this?" he said, his voice coming out low and hoarse, not smooth like he wanted. "I can give you a nice show."

He wanted to give him more than that, he realized. More than was allowable or even wise. The guy was looking at him like he knew that, like he actually saw Gojyo, not just a body. He was watching Gojyo now, slouching back in his chair. His gaze trailed over him almost lazily, lingering on his crotch. Gojyo swallowed and felt heat bloom on his skin.

He forgot to worry about the rest of the room, about the stage and Andre and the crappy clients and what he should and shouldn’t be doing with them. It was the two of them and no one else.

"Do you want this?" Hakkai said, meeting his eyes, sharp and hot.

Gojyo was usually the one asking that question. He smoothed a palm over his erection, squeezing lightly.

"Yeah," he said hoarsely, biting his lip on the please that he wanted to add.

"Show me."

Jesus. He was too much. Gojyo’s fingers slid in the mix of sweat and oil that clung to his skin as he stroked down over his stomach and hips, fingers curling away before they reached the bulge of his cock, teasing. Hakkai seemed to like that because his lips parted a little. He began to swing to the music, when Hakkai reached out and caught his wrist in a firm grip.

"No. Sit on my lap and do that."

Whatever he wanted, seriously.

"Like this?" Gojyo said, moving to straddle him.

Hakkai nodded, then hands guided him down until he was sitting firmly on his cock. He could feel it under his ass, hot and rubbing between his cheeks. He wriggled a little, and Hakkai tipped his head back against the chair, a flush spreading over his cheeks and his eyes falling shut for a moment.

"Mmmh. Do that again," Hakkai whispered, taking his hands away.

Gojyo missed them. "You know, strictly speaking we're not supposed to touch, right?" he said, because he had to, at this point. It was pretty clear this guy was going to want Gojyo to jerk him off or something. Not that Gojyo would exactly mind. But it was fair warning.

"I don't want to get you into trouble," Hakkai said, thrusting up.

Gojyo was already in trouble, as far as he could tell. He ground down, biting his lip at the thrill of heat it sent through him. They were far back enough in the shadows and half hidden by a pillar. "S'okay," he said, swinging his hair forward. It fell like a curtain between them and the room. "To everyone else it’ll look like I'm dancing. Just, you know, extra intimate."

Hakkai smiled at him then. His hair was falling back from his forehead, loose and dark. Strands of it stuck to his forehead. Two buttons on his shirt collar were undone and his tie was pushed down. He really was fucking gorgeous and Gojyo was unable to stop staring. Gojyo moved on him, putting a grind into it, not really in time to the music but who could blame him if his timing was a bit off? Hakkai reached up to run a strand of Gojyo's hair through his fingers.

"Is it dyed?"

"No, it's always been this colour."

"It's beautiful," Hakkai said, eyes slitted now, tongue flicking out to wet his lips

He reached out and skimmed his hands over Gojyo's sides, a light trailing touch that was mostly heat. Hakkai made a sound that went straight to his dick, a moan, almost too faint to hear.

"Show me your cock, please, Gojyo," he said. "Is that allowed?"

Gojyo was pulling at his shorts before he'd even finished speaking. He didn't give a flying fuck if it wasn't at this point. He was stiff and aching and God this man had a pretty mouth.

"Oh yeah," he said. "It really is."

The guy made serious eye contact with him then, when Gojyo pulled the flimsy lacings down and pulled his cock out. He panted as he looked down at himself and blood rushed in his ears as he watched Hakkai wet his lips.

"Show me how you touch yourself."

He didn't even look once though, just kept on watching Gojyo's face, even when Gojyo wrapped his hand round his dick and stroked himself, groaning because his palm was so warm and sweaty and good.

"Do you do this for everyone?" Hakkai whispered, fingernails dragging too lightly over his thighs, almost too light to feel.

"Fuck, no," he gasped.

"Do it slowly. Slow, like that. And keep moving."

And he did it, whatever Hakkai wanted. He kept his hips going in a slow grind, circled his fingers round the head of his cock and jerked himself, achingly slow and it was almost too sweet. He put his other hand out to steady himself and it landed on Hakkai's shoulder.

"Uh, sorry," he muttered, but Hakkai only turned his head to that his lips brushed over Gojyo’s skin.

"It's lucky you have these on," Hakkai said, fingers twisting sudden and sharp in the lacings, pulling Gojyo's hips forward.

It didn’t feel lucky. Gojyo ached for skin on skin and Hakkai's hands on his body. He leaned closer, so his hair fell around Hakkai’s face, brushing against his cheek. This close he could see how clear his eyes were, how soft his lips looked, slightly gleaming and kissable. In the background he heard more whooping but it seemed muffled and far away. The strobe on the stage was flickering: he could see light and dark licking over Hakkai’s cheek. He wanted to lick there. He wanted to trail his tongue over Hakkai’s lips and kiss him, hard.

"Why lucky?" he breathed.

"I'd be tempted to fuck you now, right here. I’m sure that's not allowed."

He smiled in a way that really should be illegal. Gojyo’s stomach flipped and he leaned even closer, wanting more touch, anything. Hakkai’s breath was warm on his neck.

"Oh God."

"Would you let me, Gojyo?" he said, almost too soft to hear.

"Nnnhh."

He couldn't make proper sounds and his mouth wouldn't seem to work right. He tightened his fingers in the fabric of Hakkai's shirt and tried not to whimper.

"I'd want you to fuck yourself on me." Hakkai's breath was hot now, coming faster, and he arched up a little. He reached out and drew one finger along Gojyo's cock, the touch just grazing his skin. "And afterwards, Gojyo, I'd let you come in my mouth."

Too much. This man was barely touching him: it was his voice. Gojyo bent forward helplessly, his hips jerking as he spurted hot and wet over his own fingers. Hakkai was stroking his thighs now, warm palms smoothing up and down and whispering his name, eyes locked on Gojyo’s face. It seemed to go on for ever, until he was panting with it.

"Oh, fuck," he managed, eventually, shoulders slumping. His face was burning. "That was… uh… thanks."

He still had one hand on Hakkai's shoulder, his hand bunched up in the fabric. He stared at it then let go, smoothing it down. He wondered if Hakkai had meant any of that, about the fucking and the blowjob. He hoped he had, but it wasn't cool to just ask. He bit his lip. It was probably just some fantasy. It was a good one.

"Do you want me to jerk you off?" he asked, instead, still moving a little on Hakkai’s erection. He heard his own voice, breathy and hopeful. Hakkai smiled up at him and Gojyo guessed straight away that the answer was 'no'.

"I'd better go, I think. You're tired," Hakkai said.

No, don’t just fucking disappear, Gojyo wanted to say, trying to ignore his disappointment. He shouldn’t care. He didn’t even know this person.

"I don't mind," he said, instead. "I mean, or maybe another night? I'm here Wednesday through Sunday. Just ask for me and-- "

He shut up and closed his eyes for a second. Not cool.

"I know," Hakkai said, again.

Right. Of course he did. Gojyo pulled his shorts up and stood up on shaking knees. The place was still packed, but the action had a speeded-up, exhausted air, the time of night things could tip over into disaster. Hakkai straightened his clothes, and dabbed discreetly at a stain on his jacket with a paper napkin.

"Shit, sorry," Gojyo said, with what he knew was a stupid grin. "I'll pay for the cleaning or whatever."

Just come back.

"It's nothing. It was my fault, after all, wasn't it?" Hakkai said.

It wasn't nothing. Gojyo didn't know what to say, so he kept quiet. Hakkai handed him a small white card-- a business card he saw, looking down, with a telephone number on it. Hakkai leaned in and kissed his cheek, one hand briefly curling into Gojyo's hair. The touch of his lips was warm and soft and wholly shocking,

"I'll see you again," he murmured, then left.

mood happy

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*short break while brain reboots*

OMG, the hotness! With the looking! And the dancing! And OMG! *flails*

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