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Date: 2006-10-31 04:31 pm (UTC)"Trick or Treat"
(entirely up to you *grin*)
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Date: 2006-10-31 04:42 pm (UTC)Secretary porn.What? I mean. Trick or treat!no subject
Date: 2006-10-31 10:09 pm (UTC)and
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Date: 2006-10-31 09:09 pm (UTC)Can't decide if this a trick or treat. *g*
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Date: 2006-10-31 10:18 pm (UTC)Suzanne by Nina Simone
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Date: 2006-10-31 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-01 12:15 pm (UTC)My cat is dead
But I have decided not to make a big tragedy of it.
-- Wendy Cope.
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Date: 2006-10-31 05:19 pm (UTC)Also, random snuggles.
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Date: 2006-10-31 09:33 pm (UTC)“Hakkai,” Gojyo whispers, and licks into his mouth.
The need in Gojyo’s voice is almost too much. He’s not Hakkai. Gojyo knows that, but he sounds so desperate. This isn’t right, he thinks, and then his thoughts scatter when Gojyo rocks up against him, hands tight and heavy on the base of Sanzo’s spine. He groans, and he realizes he sounds as desperate and needy as Gojyo.
“Turn over,” he says, and when Gojyo doesn’t, he tugs and handful of hair and fastens his teeth on Gojyo’s neck. “Do it,” he growls.
Gojyo whimpers, and catches his jaw and kisses him, tongue thrusting deep and hard, then silently twists underneath him until he’s flat on his front, long legs stretching out, spread apart a little. Gojyo’s ass is firm and round and full, the flesh there slightly cool to the touch and paler than the rest of his skin. Sanzo watches his cheeks squeeze together as he thrusts into the mattress. He wonders if Gojyo will ask to be fucked, if he leaves it long enough. It’s tempting to find out, but he doesn’t want to wait. Maybe he can’t.
Gojyo’s propped on his forearms, his head hanging down. Red hair parts around his neck and the skin between his shoulder blades, a smooth hollow, looks oddly vulnerable, like he’s braced for an attack.
“He’d get you like this,” Sanzo says. He slides one finger down between his ass cheeks. He sets his cock so that it rubs between Gojyo’s cheeks. The head of it nudges over his hole and they both gasp. Gojyo tilts his hips to get more.
“Spread out for him, naked. He knows you want it—you always do. Maybe he even thinks you’re a slut.”
“Nnnh—” but Gojyo is arching his back and spreading his legs, fingers digging into the sheets. His head turns a little. “He doesn’t.”
“Why would he think otherwise?”
“He—knows me.”
That stings. Sanzo drags his nails down Gojyo’s back, then leans down and kisses the smooth hollow of skin between his shoulder blades, licking where the skin is stretched a little too thinly over shoulder blades. He does it without any thought and Gojyo shivers and groans, so Sanzo does it again—he has to.
“Yeah? Maybe he thinks he’s the first,” he says, against Gojyo’s skin. He licks the back of his neck, teeth grazing skin.
“But he won’t be,” Gojyo says, turning his head, voice strained and quiet. Their eyes meet. Gojyo’s face is different, like he’s in the middle of battle: intent, focused and dangerous. He flexes his hips and makes a sound in his throat like a growl. “Sanzo-sama.”
“Shut up,” he whispers.
There’s a huge pressure in Sanzo’s chest, almost painful. He draws back, fumbles for something, anything, one hand on Gojyo’s ass. Gun oil, small vial of it, clear and thin.
“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” Gojyo is saying, hands tangling in his own hair as he draws a knee up and Sanzo slides two oil drenched fingers in, quick and hard.
Sanzo tips oil on himself, on Gojyo’s ass, on the bedclothes. His hand on Gojyo’s waist slips as he pushes in.
“Hakkai,” Gojyo gasps, hands clawing at the sheets. Almost clawing himself up the bed and away as Sanzo sinks in, deeper, until his thighs are tight against Gojyo’s.
Sanzo leans forward and presses his forehead to the back of Gojyo’s neck, licks at the skin there messily as Gojyo clenches on his cock. Gojyo’s hand comes up and shoves his hair to one side, baring more of his nape. He must like being touched there.
"Now he’s got you," Sanzo pants. "Got you where he wants you."
His words are rough as he fucks him, Gojyo oiled and slick and hot. So good he can’t think. Gojyo is burning hot inside, heat and life pulsing inside him. He slides out, then in, working his hips so he burrows in deep, all the way. Gojyo makes a muffled sound into the pillow as he is pressed down into the mattress. Sanzo just breathes for a second. If Hakkai was actually here, would it go like this? Would he be more tender? Rougher? But he’s not here.
"How—how long has he wanted this?"
Gojyo’s question, shaky but quite clear, is almost shocking. Sanzo knows the answer. It’s not a question for Hakkai. He bites down on newly bared skin and fucks him, three long strokes, taking his time. He’s glad he can’t see Gojyo’s face.
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Date: 2006-10-31 10:24 pm (UTC)The beginning of what I call the 'Sanzo's hairdresser fic'.
“Another mission?” Hakkai said, widening his eyes at Gojyo to make him smile. “We really must be very talented for Sanzo to entrust us with so much of his work.”
“Ha!” Gojyo laughed. “Yeah! What would you do without us, Sanzo-sama?”
“We’re your essential tools.”
“…Don’t call me that, Hakkai,” said Gojyo.
“Talented?” Sanzo said. ””You always come back with some body part damaged,” he said glaring at Gojyo, “and last time, you charged me for a new mattress,” he said, turning to Hakkai.
“Well, you see, Gojyo—“
“I don’t even want to know,” Sanzo said, crossing his arms and closing his eyes.
“By the way, Sanzo,” and Hakkai took out his pocket book. “You still owe us money for the time we retrieved that replica relic for the one that Goku smashed in the Room of Profound Darkness.”
“Where is the monkey, anyhow?” Gojyo said.
He was kicking his boot repeatedly against the solid, dark wood leg of Sanzo’s desk, fingers tapping against his thigh.
“Being cleaned. He fell in the carp pool.”
“Oh. Was he trying to catch one?”
“Yes,” Sanzo said, his eyes crinkling up like he was biting on a lemon.
They were more visible than usual and the nape of his neck was quite bare.
“Hey, did your barber use a smaller pudding bowl this time?” Gojyo said, peering.
“Now, Gojyo… “
“At least I didn’t do it myself,” Sanzo said, with a twist of his mouth that really could not be called a smile.
Smiles were supposed to indicate friendly feeling after all, Hakkai thought, smiling himself. Gojyo shut his mouth and glared at them both.
“Anyway,” Sanzo went on, sitting back slowly and tilting his chin up. His voice seemed to get louder and more commanding. “It so happens, this very morning I was told of an extremely important job for you. Listen carefully.”
*stops, turns round and hugs!*
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Date: 2006-10-31 09:37 pm (UTC)I wanna live by the Ramones
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Date: 2006-11-01 12:06 pm (UTC)"The only end of writing is to enable the readers better to enjoy life or better to endure it." - Samuel Johnson
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Date: 2006-11-01 11:09 pm (UTC)***
Gojyo was unbelievably drunk.
'How c'n you still be sober?'
'I'm not,' said Hakkai, propping him up, leaning in closer than he needed to.
'I really, really wanna talk to you,' he said, pushing aside Hakkai's protest, dragging him over to the bed, head down. Hakkai was laughing and the room spun; then they were sprawling face to face and Hakkai stopped laughing and his eyes went round and very dark. Gojyo sobered a little.
'What do you want to talk about, Gojyo?' he said, very softly.
Suddenly Gojyo couldn't stop the words coming out of his mouth. He didn't ask what it was like to do it with your sister. He wasn't that crass, nor was he that drunk. But he thought of Jien and his mother and what they did together, making the bed creak and bang against the wall. He wanted to tell Hakkai, wanted to tell him how all the screwing around couldn't wipe out those memories. His jaw ached from holding the words in.
'My mum and my brother used to fuck each other,' he whispered. It sounded bad. He'd spoken the words out loud.
Hakkai let go of his hand and pulled away. 'You think I'll understand because of Kanan?' His voice was hard.
'No. Yes.' Gojyo swallowed, his face heating. He was an idiot. 'I've never told anyone before.' He hadn't meant to say that. Hadn't meant for it to sound like Hakkai was the one. But it did, and he was. 'I'm sorry, sorry… '
'Gojyo… '
Hakkai reached out and caught his hand, twisting his fingers through Gojyo's as though it was normal for them to hold hands, lying drunk together on Hakkai's bed. 'I'm glad you told me.'
'I'll regret it in the morning,' he said.
'No, you won't.'
Gojyo believed him.
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Date: 2006-10-31 06:55 pm (UTC)Re: Mmm, chocolate.
Date: 2006-11-02 09:09 pm (UTC)http://www.aussiebum.com/?modelid=343&video
Wonder-padding -- it's not just for bras anymore!
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Date: 2006-11-02 09:14 pm (UTC)Feeling Good by Muse
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Date: 2006-10-31 09:34 pm (UTC)heh heh... ~_^
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Date: 2006-10-31 09:55 pm (UTC)Trick or treat?
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Date: 2006-11-01 11:15 pm (UTC)***
Hakkai knew exactly the reason why Gojyo kept shooting furtive little glances at him; half-nervous, half-defensive little looks. He knew the reason because he could smell it.
He put the breakfast dishes into the skin more carefully than usual, laying them gently down into the too hot soapy water because if he didn't do that then there was distinct possibility he might break them or just take them up and throw them at the wall. They were only his own dishes; Gojyo wasn't up yet even though it was past noon. Hakkai sighed and looked down at his hands, which he hadn't moved yet. The hot water had made them red from the fingers down, a neat Plimsoll line that ran above his knuckles. There was a curl of brighter red in the water, coming from his finger.
'Oh dear.'
It seemed he hadn't been so careful after all. He picked broken pieces of bowl from the water and dumped them in the waste bin, then rinsed his hand under the cold tap, dried it with the small towel that he'd hung up next to the sink. Sitting at the table he carefully laid a sticking plaster over the cut, more out of habit than need. It wouldn't take long to heal. Things like that were always surprising.
The smell got stronger and Hakkai sat up a little straighter as he heard Gojyo's mattress springs squeak and the soft patter of bare feet on the floor. There was really no reason why it should bother him. Gojyo had slunk in at 6 am and Hakkai had woken long enough to hear him drop his coat on the floor and to throw his boots off, thud, thud, then he'd buried his head back in the blankets. It wasn't like he wanted to know when Gojyo had sex, or who he had sex with, particularly.
He always knew though, because Gojyo stank of it.
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