Saiyuki fic - sequel to Copper Red
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vom_marlowe - happy birthday and sorry it's a little bit late!
Pairing: Gojyo/Hakkai
Warnings: explicit m/m, catboys, au, unbeta'd as yet
Notes: this is a small sequel to Copper Red and starts pretty much straight afterwards.
This guy smelled good. Gojyo squatted on the back seat of the car and stared at Hakkai, watching his glossy hair catch the streetlights. On the way out, past the silent staring people, they hadn't had time to grab much more than his coat: it was soft wool and came down to his bare toes. He pulled it closer round him. He loved his coat.
"You think Sato's gonna to kill you?" he said.
"No," Hakkai said.
"Why not?"
"I won't let him."
"Huh. You're confident, I'll give you that."
"He's not clever enough." Hakkai turned his head slightly, enough to see he was smiling. "He let me have you, didn't he?"
There wasn't much to say to that. Gojyo wrapped his arms round his knees and went back to staring at Hakkai's head and breathing in his scent over the dead, oily stink of the car.
The new place was grey concrete and windows with mirrored glass. Inside it smelled of carpet cleaner and dust. In the lobby, acres of red carpet set him on edge. Gojyo snarled at the old man sitting at the desk just because he could, and he heard the man complaining at them all down the corridor.
"Please don't upset Mr Kimura," Hakkai said, letting them in.
"Why not?" said Gojyo.
"Technically I'm not allowed pets."
Gojyo stopped in the doorway, watching Hakkai slip his shoes off. The tiles were cold under his feet. If he closed his eyes he could pick up the scents from the other apartments: food, someone who was very sick. A pregnant woman.
"Is that what you think I am?"
"No. It was a bad joke. Sorry."
Hakkai's place was painted white. There were paintings on the wall, weird lumpy vases in nooks and on shelves. Hakkai liked them so much he'd lit them up with little spotlights.
"Do you like it?" Hakkai said.
He was standing just inside the door, watching Gojyo.
"What are they?"
"Antiques. Please don't break them."
Gojyo turned in a circle: tiled kitchen through there, a bedroom, a balcony.
"It's small."
"You won't have your own room, I'm afraid."
"Don't need my own room."
"There's only one bed."
"Don't need one. You're gonna fuck me in yours, aren't you?"
Hakkai didn't answer that straight away. He took his jacket off and ran a hand over the front of his shirt. It was stained and crumpled from before. He came closer, so close that he could raise his hand and cup Gojyo's cheek. Gojyo breathed in: he smelled so good, sweat and sex and skin that Gojyo wanted to lick and fasten his teeth in. Better than anything else in here.
"Yes," Hakkai said.
Gojyo let his eyes close, just so he could hear better. The way he spoke was different from anyone else, each word all low and so clear. It was like being kissed. He loved being kissed. He remembered just how Hakkai had done that, buried deep inside him.
"You don’t actually belong to me, you know."
"Yeah, yeah."
"The door's not locked. You can leave any time."
"Okay, whatever."
Hakkai traced cool light fingers across Gojyo's mouth and jaw, over the faint pinprick scars from where the long hairs had been taken out from his cheeks, over his jaw. He touched the collar round Gojyo's neck, tracing the line of it, until he hooked a finger underneath it and tugged gently. Gojyo opened his eyes. Hakkai was really close now, but he hadn't needed to look to know that. He could feel the heat from Hakkai's breath and his body, could smell the muskiness of his shirt and his hair.
"This will have to go, I'm afraid," Hakkai whispered, then leaned in to kiss the spot just above the leather band. "It's tasteless. It doesn't do you justice"
"No. I kinda like it," Gojyo said, shivering. "It's worth a lot."
Hakkai's lips moved against his skin, and then-- oh -- wet tongue licking right over his collarbone, then soft sucking kisses. He curled his arms around Hakkai's waist and Hakkai moaned, like the sound was caught in his chest somewhere.
"Let's go to bed," Hakkai said, mouth still on his neck.
He put both hands on Gojyo's shoulders, squeezing the soft wool, so then it was pretty easy to grab Hakkai's arms and flip him round and pin him face first to the wall. He wasn't expecting it, which made him just a little bit dumb in Gojyo's eyes. But only a little.
Gojyo leaned on him to keep him in place, then pushed his nose into Hakkai's hair. It was soft and cool against his lips. Hakkai's heart was banging against his ribs: Gojyo could feel it all through his chest. Hakkai's ass was tight and firm and it rubbed against his stiffening dick in a really good way. He breathed in, feeling Hakkai pull hard at his hands, twice, then stop. He tightened his hold, holding Hakkai still easily.
"I could snap your spine right now if I wanted."
"What's stopping you?" Hakkai said.
Give him credit, his voice hardly shook. Gojyo slid an arm around Hakkai's waist, feeling lithe muscle and the heat from his skin seeping through the thin shirt. He circled Hakkai's wrists, pinning them to the wall above his head, then licked the back of his neck. It made Hakkai gasp, then moan through hid teeth. He wanted to bite and suck and fuck him, right now. Maybe he would. Maybe.
"You don't get to tell me what to do," Gojyo said. "You need to know that."
"No-- I-- I'll remember that."
Gojyo's short clipped claws were still sharp enough to tear Hakkai's shirt straight down the back. He bent his head and licked over Hakkai's spine. Hakkai shuddered against him, pushing back like he wanted more. He was hard under Gojyo's hand, stiff and hot and aching for it. Gojyo could practically taste it at the back of his throat.
"I don't wanna hurt anyone," Gojyo said, and it came out all hissy.
Hakkai just leaned back against him for a long time and Gojyo was glad to stay like that, warm and pressed tight together. He stroked over Hakkai's dick through his pants, squeezing it a little. Hakkai moved his head so that his cheek rubbed against Gojyo's.
"I won't let you," he said. Then, "Please take that coat off."
Gojyo left it in a red woolly pool on the floor; stepping into the cool air of the apartment was like stepping into cold water. He shivered all over, before Hakkai grabbed his hand and tugged him into the bedroom, walking backwards so he was looking at Gojyo all the time, gaze sweeping his body from his toes up to his hair.
"I want you," Hakkai said, as they stumbled down the hall and into a dark room. There was a bed, neatly made and perfectly smooth. Gojyo shoved him and Hakkai fell back on it. "Oh. God."
He pushed Hakkai's hands away from his belt, yanking it open and dragging his trousers down and off. Shoes and socks off. The remains of the shirt, a silver watch with a black leather strap. They landed where they fell.
"What's this?" Gojyo said, fingering a thin silver chain around Hakkai's neck. A small silver cross hung from it.
"It belonged to my-- wife," Hakkai said.
"She died." He planted his hands on the pillow each side of Hakkai's head and studied that suddenly freaked-out look in his eyes.
"How-- how do you know that?"
Gojyo couldn't explain it, not in any way Hakkai would understand. He caught more than words, like he could see what that person wasn't saying. It made being with people all the time kind of hard, and made him want to blank his mind a lot of the time. Fucking helped.
"I just can tell," Gojyo said, touching Hakkai's cheek. He fiddled with the clasp and the chain came free, slithering off Hakkai's neck onto the sheets.
"I don't know if I wanted you to do that," Hakkai said, choked up like he had a hand round his throat. He put his hands on Gojyo's hips and stroked them, touched Gojyo's stomach and bare chest and his shoulders. His fingers shook. He was hard, pressed tight up against Gojyo's thigh.
"Oh. Wait," said Gojyo.
The buckle slid open easily and it was good not to have that almost-too-tight constriction pressing on his throat, except now he felt more naked somehow. He slid it around Hakkai's neck and fixed it on, and all the while Hakkai just stared at him wide eyed like a cat fixated on a bird. The diamonds glittered at his throat, brilliant and sharp against his skin.
"That's pretty," Gojyo said, touching them. He leaned down. "It's so pretty. It suits you better than me."
Hakkai made a small noise, then reached up and dragged him close. His mouth was beautiful, so soft beneath Gojyo's, opening for Gojyo's tongue. He slid it against Hakkai's, licking along length of it and pushing hard so that Hakkai made a tight strangled moan. He stroked over Hakkai's sharp teeth and sucked at his tongue. He arched when Hakkai slid both palms flat down his back. He had strong hands: Gojyo liked that. One of them curled round the base of his tail, stroking it, and he groaned right into Hakkai's mouth and pushed against his warm smooth skin.
"Oh yeah," he moaned.
"Is that-- good?"
"I'm sensitive there."
"Oh," Hakkai said, except it was more a breath. He stroked again. "Where else are you sensitive?"
"Everywhere normal," Gojyo said. "Nnhh. Everywhere." He stared into Hakkai's eyes, real close up so that they were big and swimmy. He sucked at the hollow of Hakkai's throat and licked away the sweat there. Beautiful salt taste. He sucked harder and let his weight pin Hakkai to the bed. "Everywhere you touch me."
He didn't know how long they lay together, just pressed tight against each other, moving just enough to rub together and pant and suck at each other's mouths. He had his thigh between Hakkai's leg and Hakkai's cock laid hot and thick against it, the slick head nudging against Gojyo's with each tight thrust they made. Gojyo watched, one hand cupping Hakkai's balls, the other in his hair, just feeling the softness of it. The diamond collar scattered tiny shards of light under Hakkai's chin and onto Gojyo's chest.
He let Hakkai touch him anywhere he wanted, let him pry his fingers into Gojyo's body, tease him open where he was still slick and soft from before. Hakkai groaned and bit at his mouth hard enough to sting, but Gojyo didn't care because he wanted more. He let Hakkai roll him over and spread him open and make him slicker, his tongue stabbing hard into Gojyo's body until Gojyo drew his knees up and arched back. He wanted to be fucked and filled up with Hakkai's scent and touch and the taste of him. He ached.
"Fuck me now," he said, hoarse and low. "Please."
He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted to say please or to beg for anything, or had even needed to. He twisted to look at Hakkai over his shoulder. The black curve of his tail lashed across Hakkai's stomach and chest and curled around his side.
"You feel so good," Hakkai gasped, as he pushed the head of his cock inside. He laid wet kisses on the back of Gojyo's neck and his shoulders as he moved, sliding deep in one long endless thrust. He flattened himself to Gojyo's back and licked his neck, breath damp on Gojyo's skin. His hips jerked unsteadily and he moaned against Gojyo's skin. "So hot inside."
Gojyo clung to Hakkai's pillow, burying his nose to catch the faint scent of Hakkai's hair. He pressed his face to smooth cotton and let his teeth close on it as Hakkai fucked into him, each stroke pressing him down into the bed. Gojyo moaned and spread himself wider and panted, shaking from the heat and the friction and the sharp aching pleasure of it.
Hakkai's hand slid under him, curving under his hip and pushing down to grip him tight and stroke him. He was so ready, so hot and hard, that it only took seconds, a few tight strokes before he was spurting hard into Hakkai's hand, onto the sheets and his own stomach. Sound dimmed but he knew he was making noise, loud too, muffled by the pillow and by the high desperate sounds Hakkai was making. He kissed Gojyo's neck and thrust slow and hard as he came.
Gojyo didn't care that Hakkai draped himself on his back afterwards, or that he tangled his fingers in Gojyo's hair and played with it. Gojyo thought he might fall asleep, just like this, with Hakkai softening inside him. Just like this, in this strange room with this weird guy that he hadn't known for more than half a day.
"We should clean up," Hakkai said, in this soft fuzzy voice that made Gojyo's stomach twist. He liked it.
Hakkai had made the bed all neat again by the time Gojyo was done and he was waiting in it, the sheets pulled up to his chest. Gojyo crawled in next to him and stretched out, as close as he could get. Hakkai turned to face him.
"You can stay for as long as you want," he said, and stroked cool fingers up over Gojyo's side.
"As long as we fuck?"
"No. I'm not like him. Sato. That's not part of the deal."
"So we have a deal?"
"Well, no. Actually, we don't."
Gojyo looked into Hakkai's eyes, really looked as hard as he could. Hakkai blinked once, slowly.
"You're still wearing my diamonds," Gojyo said.
Hakkai flushed a faint pink. "Ah, yes. I am."
"You can keep them if you like them."
"But. The diamonds."
"Don't care."
"You have this, then," Hakkai said. In his palm lay the thin silver chain. The cross twinkled and caught the light. "Here." He leaned up on one elbow and fastened it round Gojyo's neck, arranging it so the little cross fell into the dip at the base of Gojyo's throat. Gojyo craned to get a glimpse of it.
"Does it suit me better?"
Hakkai nodded. "Far more. You can look after it for me."
"Hey, is it lucky?"
"No," Hakkai said, slow, like it hurt. "But maybe it can be."
vom_marlowe - happy birthday and sorry it's a little bit late!Pairing: Gojyo/Hakkai
Warnings: explicit m/m, catboys, au, unbeta'd as yet
Notes: this is a small sequel to Copper Red and starts pretty much straight afterwards.
This guy smelled good. Gojyo squatted on the back seat of the car and stared at Hakkai, watching his glossy hair catch the streetlights. On the way out, past the silent staring people, they hadn't had time to grab much more than his coat: it was soft wool and came down to his bare toes. He pulled it closer round him. He loved his coat.
"You think Sato's gonna to kill you?" he said.
"No," Hakkai said.
"Why not?"
"I won't let him."
"Huh. You're confident, I'll give you that."
"He's not clever enough." Hakkai turned his head slightly, enough to see he was smiling. "He let me have you, didn't he?"
There wasn't much to say to that. Gojyo wrapped his arms round his knees and went back to staring at Hakkai's head and breathing in his scent over the dead, oily stink of the car.
The new place was grey concrete and windows with mirrored glass. Inside it smelled of carpet cleaner and dust. In the lobby, acres of red carpet set him on edge. Gojyo snarled at the old man sitting at the desk just because he could, and he heard the man complaining at them all down the corridor.
"Please don't upset Mr Kimura," Hakkai said, letting them in.
"Why not?" said Gojyo.
"Technically I'm not allowed pets."
Gojyo stopped in the doorway, watching Hakkai slip his shoes off. The tiles were cold under his feet. If he closed his eyes he could pick up the scents from the other apartments: food, someone who was very sick. A pregnant woman.
"Is that what you think I am?"
"No. It was a bad joke. Sorry."
Hakkai's place was painted white. There were paintings on the wall, weird lumpy vases in nooks and on shelves. Hakkai liked them so much he'd lit them up with little spotlights.
"Do you like it?" Hakkai said.
He was standing just inside the door, watching Gojyo.
"What are they?"
"Antiques. Please don't break them."
Gojyo turned in a circle: tiled kitchen through there, a bedroom, a balcony.
"It's small."
"You won't have your own room, I'm afraid."
"Don't need my own room."
"There's only one bed."
"Don't need one. You're gonna fuck me in yours, aren't you?"
Hakkai didn't answer that straight away. He took his jacket off and ran a hand over the front of his shirt. It was stained and crumpled from before. He came closer, so close that he could raise his hand and cup Gojyo's cheek. Gojyo breathed in: he smelled so good, sweat and sex and skin that Gojyo wanted to lick and fasten his teeth in. Better than anything else in here.
"Yes," Hakkai said.
Gojyo let his eyes close, just so he could hear better. The way he spoke was different from anyone else, each word all low and so clear. It was like being kissed. He loved being kissed. He remembered just how Hakkai had done that, buried deep inside him.
"You don’t actually belong to me, you know."
"Yeah, yeah."
"The door's not locked. You can leave any time."
"Okay, whatever."
Hakkai traced cool light fingers across Gojyo's mouth and jaw, over the faint pinprick scars from where the long hairs had been taken out from his cheeks, over his jaw. He touched the collar round Gojyo's neck, tracing the line of it, until he hooked a finger underneath it and tugged gently. Gojyo opened his eyes. Hakkai was really close now, but he hadn't needed to look to know that. He could feel the heat from Hakkai's breath and his body, could smell the muskiness of his shirt and his hair.
"This will have to go, I'm afraid," Hakkai whispered, then leaned in to kiss the spot just above the leather band. "It's tasteless. It doesn't do you justice"
"No. I kinda like it," Gojyo said, shivering. "It's worth a lot."
Hakkai's lips moved against his skin, and then-- oh -- wet tongue licking right over his collarbone, then soft sucking kisses. He curled his arms around Hakkai's waist and Hakkai moaned, like the sound was caught in his chest somewhere.
"Let's go to bed," Hakkai said, mouth still on his neck.
He put both hands on Gojyo's shoulders, squeezing the soft wool, so then it was pretty easy to grab Hakkai's arms and flip him round and pin him face first to the wall. He wasn't expecting it, which made him just a little bit dumb in Gojyo's eyes. But only a little.
Gojyo leaned on him to keep him in place, then pushed his nose into Hakkai's hair. It was soft and cool against his lips. Hakkai's heart was banging against his ribs: Gojyo could feel it all through his chest. Hakkai's ass was tight and firm and it rubbed against his stiffening dick in a really good way. He breathed in, feeling Hakkai pull hard at his hands, twice, then stop. He tightened his hold, holding Hakkai still easily.
"I could snap your spine right now if I wanted."
"What's stopping you?" Hakkai said.
Give him credit, his voice hardly shook. Gojyo slid an arm around Hakkai's waist, feeling lithe muscle and the heat from his skin seeping through the thin shirt. He circled Hakkai's wrists, pinning them to the wall above his head, then licked the back of his neck. It made Hakkai gasp, then moan through hid teeth. He wanted to bite and suck and fuck him, right now. Maybe he would. Maybe.
"You don't get to tell me what to do," Gojyo said. "You need to know that."
"No-- I-- I'll remember that."
Gojyo's short clipped claws were still sharp enough to tear Hakkai's shirt straight down the back. He bent his head and licked over Hakkai's spine. Hakkai shuddered against him, pushing back like he wanted more. He was hard under Gojyo's hand, stiff and hot and aching for it. Gojyo could practically taste it at the back of his throat.
"I don't wanna hurt anyone," Gojyo said, and it came out all hissy.
Hakkai just leaned back against him for a long time and Gojyo was glad to stay like that, warm and pressed tight together. He stroked over Hakkai's dick through his pants, squeezing it a little. Hakkai moved his head so that his cheek rubbed against Gojyo's.
"I won't let you," he said. Then, "Please take that coat off."
Gojyo left it in a red woolly pool on the floor; stepping into the cool air of the apartment was like stepping into cold water. He shivered all over, before Hakkai grabbed his hand and tugged him into the bedroom, walking backwards so he was looking at Gojyo all the time, gaze sweeping his body from his toes up to his hair.
"I want you," Hakkai said, as they stumbled down the hall and into a dark room. There was a bed, neatly made and perfectly smooth. Gojyo shoved him and Hakkai fell back on it. "Oh. God."
He pushed Hakkai's hands away from his belt, yanking it open and dragging his trousers down and off. Shoes and socks off. The remains of the shirt, a silver watch with a black leather strap. They landed where they fell.
"What's this?" Gojyo said, fingering a thin silver chain around Hakkai's neck. A small silver cross hung from it.
"It belonged to my-- wife," Hakkai said.
"She died." He planted his hands on the pillow each side of Hakkai's head and studied that suddenly freaked-out look in his eyes.
"How-- how do you know that?"
Gojyo couldn't explain it, not in any way Hakkai would understand. He caught more than words, like he could see what that person wasn't saying. It made being with people all the time kind of hard, and made him want to blank his mind a lot of the time. Fucking helped.
"I just can tell," Gojyo said, touching Hakkai's cheek. He fiddled with the clasp and the chain came free, slithering off Hakkai's neck onto the sheets.
"I don't know if I wanted you to do that," Hakkai said, choked up like he had a hand round his throat. He put his hands on Gojyo's hips and stroked them, touched Gojyo's stomach and bare chest and his shoulders. His fingers shook. He was hard, pressed tight up against Gojyo's thigh.
"Oh. Wait," said Gojyo.
The buckle slid open easily and it was good not to have that almost-too-tight constriction pressing on his throat, except now he felt more naked somehow. He slid it around Hakkai's neck and fixed it on, and all the while Hakkai just stared at him wide eyed like a cat fixated on a bird. The diamonds glittered at his throat, brilliant and sharp against his skin.
"That's pretty," Gojyo said, touching them. He leaned down. "It's so pretty. It suits you better than me."
Hakkai made a small noise, then reached up and dragged him close. His mouth was beautiful, so soft beneath Gojyo's, opening for Gojyo's tongue. He slid it against Hakkai's, licking along length of it and pushing hard so that Hakkai made a tight strangled moan. He stroked over Hakkai's sharp teeth and sucked at his tongue. He arched when Hakkai slid both palms flat down his back. He had strong hands: Gojyo liked that. One of them curled round the base of his tail, stroking it, and he groaned right into Hakkai's mouth and pushed against his warm smooth skin.
"Oh yeah," he moaned.
"Is that-- good?"
"I'm sensitive there."
"Oh," Hakkai said, except it was more a breath. He stroked again. "Where else are you sensitive?"
"Everywhere normal," Gojyo said. "Nnhh. Everywhere." He stared into Hakkai's eyes, real close up so that they were big and swimmy. He sucked at the hollow of Hakkai's throat and licked away the sweat there. Beautiful salt taste. He sucked harder and let his weight pin Hakkai to the bed. "Everywhere you touch me."
He didn't know how long they lay together, just pressed tight against each other, moving just enough to rub together and pant and suck at each other's mouths. He had his thigh between Hakkai's leg and Hakkai's cock laid hot and thick against it, the slick head nudging against Gojyo's with each tight thrust they made. Gojyo watched, one hand cupping Hakkai's balls, the other in his hair, just feeling the softness of it. The diamond collar scattered tiny shards of light under Hakkai's chin and onto Gojyo's chest.
He let Hakkai touch him anywhere he wanted, let him pry his fingers into Gojyo's body, tease him open where he was still slick and soft from before. Hakkai groaned and bit at his mouth hard enough to sting, but Gojyo didn't care because he wanted more. He let Hakkai roll him over and spread him open and make him slicker, his tongue stabbing hard into Gojyo's body until Gojyo drew his knees up and arched back. He wanted to be fucked and filled up with Hakkai's scent and touch and the taste of him. He ached.
"Fuck me now," he said, hoarse and low. "Please."
He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted to say please or to beg for anything, or had even needed to. He twisted to look at Hakkai over his shoulder. The black curve of his tail lashed across Hakkai's stomach and chest and curled around his side.
"You feel so good," Hakkai gasped, as he pushed the head of his cock inside. He laid wet kisses on the back of Gojyo's neck and his shoulders as he moved, sliding deep in one long endless thrust. He flattened himself to Gojyo's back and licked his neck, breath damp on Gojyo's skin. His hips jerked unsteadily and he moaned against Gojyo's skin. "So hot inside."
Gojyo clung to Hakkai's pillow, burying his nose to catch the faint scent of Hakkai's hair. He pressed his face to smooth cotton and let his teeth close on it as Hakkai fucked into him, each stroke pressing him down into the bed. Gojyo moaned and spread himself wider and panted, shaking from the heat and the friction and the sharp aching pleasure of it.
Hakkai's hand slid under him, curving under his hip and pushing down to grip him tight and stroke him. He was so ready, so hot and hard, that it only took seconds, a few tight strokes before he was spurting hard into Hakkai's hand, onto the sheets and his own stomach. Sound dimmed but he knew he was making noise, loud too, muffled by the pillow and by the high desperate sounds Hakkai was making. He kissed Gojyo's neck and thrust slow and hard as he came.
Gojyo didn't care that Hakkai draped himself on his back afterwards, or that he tangled his fingers in Gojyo's hair and played with it. Gojyo thought he might fall asleep, just like this, with Hakkai softening inside him. Just like this, in this strange room with this weird guy that he hadn't known for more than half a day.
"We should clean up," Hakkai said, in this soft fuzzy voice that made Gojyo's stomach twist. He liked it.
Hakkai had made the bed all neat again by the time Gojyo was done and he was waiting in it, the sheets pulled up to his chest. Gojyo crawled in next to him and stretched out, as close as he could get. Hakkai turned to face him.
"You can stay for as long as you want," he said, and stroked cool fingers up over Gojyo's side.
"As long as we fuck?"
"No. I'm not like him. Sato. That's not part of the deal."
"So we have a deal?"
"Well, no. Actually, we don't."
Gojyo looked into Hakkai's eyes, really looked as hard as he could. Hakkai blinked once, slowly.
"You're still wearing my diamonds," Gojyo said.
Hakkai flushed a faint pink. "Ah, yes. I am."
"You can keep them if you like them."
"But. The diamonds."
"Don't care."
"You have this, then," Hakkai said. In his palm lay the thin silver chain. The cross twinkled and caught the light. "Here." He leaned up on one elbow and fastened it round Gojyo's neck, arranging it so the little cross fell into the dip at the base of Gojyo's throat. Gojyo craned to get a glimpse of it.
"Does it suit me better?"
Hakkai nodded. "Far more. You can look after it for me."
"Hey, is it lucky?"
"No," Hakkai said, slow, like it hurt. "But maybe it can be."
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Date: 2007-09-22 08:14 pm (UTC)I kept trying to leave feedback before but LJ kept kicking me out. What a wonderful birthday present. Hot, and lush, and sweet, and when I got to the ending, I almost sniffled. BEAUTIFUL!
Thank you so much!