louiselux | Prompt fic - Gojyo/Hakkai

This is for

thornsilver, who requested: Gojyo/Hakkai, with slight Gojyo creepiness

Warnings: implied incest, masturbation, Gojyo being ~~more than~~ a bit creepy

Uncle Gojyo. So, according to Hakkai, he was going to be a forty year old lecher preying on young girls? Specifically, Hakkai's daughter. That really wasn't that flattering. Any time he tried to imagine her, all he got was Hakkai with boobs and a skirt and a steely gaze, breaking his arm if he tried to get a hand anywhere fun.

Hakkai was sleeping in the other bed, his blankets all twisted around him. Usually he slept like he was temporarily dead - like he needed a lot of sleep, or he just preferred being in his dreams, whatever they were. Gojyo could guess though. Tonight he kept making vague sounds, like he was trying to talk to someone.

Gojyo lay on his back and pushed his own blankets away. Too-warm air flowed over him, not much cooled by the night. It touched his bare thighs and chest, and he closed his eyes. This was a really bad time to get horny. Without even meaning to, he slid his hand into his underwear and dragged his palm over his stiffening cock.

Maybe Hakkai's daughter would look like Kanan. The only picture Gojyo had of her was a mental one, gleaned from a couple of rambling late-night over-detailed stories, which was how Gojyo knew that Hakkai could get drunk, whatever he said.

Although looks depended on the mother too, he thought, then tried to picture Hakkai with a woman. A suitable mother, someone indestructible. But that just got him Sanzo with boobs and a gun.

Whoever the mother, the daughter'd be hot. Because Hakkai was.

He wrapped his fist tight around his dick and stroked himself a few times, picturing her; long hair, green eyes, sitting on his lap and giggling. She'd be the same age Gojyo was now, except she'd be too young for him and he'd be far too old. But, Hakkai's daughter-- He pressed his hand over his eyes. She'd want him and she'd have Hakkai's mouth, and she'd let him spread her legs and settle her on his hard cock. Hakkai would be fine with that, just fine, enough so that he'd be there, watching them with his cool gaze and calm, measured smile.

He rolled over onto his stomach and fucked his fist in tight hard strokes, not letting himself think too hard-- at all-- about the pictures flooding his head. He pressed his face into the flat pillow and groaned, not able to keep totally silent. His tight damp fist was good enough. Not as good as she'd be though. His mouth fell open and he gasped, squeezing the head of his cock between his fingers, imagining smooth thighs spreading under his weight, soft breasts, Hakkai's mouth and his hands spreading out on Gojyo's ass.

His hips jerked hard and he pressed into the bed. He turned his head on the pillow, making more noise than he thought he would, and saw the gleam of Hakkai's open eyes. He was watching, nothing moving except for the slow sweep of his lashes as he shut his eyes. Gojyo came hard and fast, creaming over his own fingers, not caring now that he grunted out loud, or that his mouth was open and he was still staring right at Hakkai's face.

His hips kept jerking, tiny thrusts into his sticky palm. Hakkai made a sound like he was letting out a held breath but he didn't open his eyes.

"Wanna know what I was thinking about?" Gojyo whispered, because right now he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

On the pillow, Hakkai's dark head moved. He could be shaking 'no', except Gojyo couldn't see too well in the dark. He could only just see the white of one eye where the faint moonlight caught it.

"I don't know," Hakkai said, almost softly to hear.

"Your hot daughter. You."

Hakkai was silent for several moments, then let out a soft laugh.

"I don't think my future wife would appreciate that."

Gojyo rolled onto his back and fished for his t-shirt, wiping his hand off. He dropped it on the floor.

"Nah, I don't expect she would."

There was a long silence before Hakkai spoke again, so long that Gojyo thought he must be asleep or just not wanting to say anything else. Which was understandable. He put his hand over his eyes again. It was late. Tomorrow they'd be moving on, away from this town.

"Good night, Gojyo. You need to rest."

"Yeah." He didn't even feel a little bit tired though, and his heart was still thumping in his ribs. "I'll try."