Saiyuki prompt fics
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louiseluxI've been a bit glacial with these so far, sorry, but tada!
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samsarapine
"Everything's covered in blood," said Hakkai. He smiled, aware of Sanzo at his shoulder, silent and smelling bad. It had been such a nasty fight, especially for the losers. "I'm afraid."
The laundry woman peeped into the plastic bag stuffed with Sanzo's robes, hooking it open with the tip of one stumpy finger.
"Meh," she said. "What are you, butchers? It's going to be extra for the stain remover."
"We can pay," Hakkai. "Do you take credit cards?" He had it in his hand waiting. Sanzo had handed it over without a word.
"Meh," she said again, and stooped to dig around under the counter, pulling out a card swiping machine. She had eyes like chips of shiny coal pressed into dumpling dough. They fixed on Hakkai's limiters. "Don't see 'em too often. Right, this lot'll take a couple of hours."
"I want tea," Sanzo muttered. "If we're waiting."
"There's a vending machine round the back," she said.
"You're very kind," Hakkai said. Sanzo merely sighed.
Hakkai fetched the tea. They settled side by side on the hard benches and watched the great drums spin. Their clothes tumbled and sloshed in the machines. The shop was filled with their low growl.
It was warm, and the air smelled clean and fragrant with soap. Soon, Sanzo was making soft snoring sounds. He slumped, propped lightly against Hakkai's shoulder. His feet were bare - even his socks had been bloody. Hakkai sipped his tea and closed his eyes. It was good to relax for a few minutes.
"Thank you for helping me," Hakkai said, although Sanzo said nothing. "I know it's probably because of the socks, but you didn't have to come."
Sanzo snored a little louder. Hakkai smiled, and settled back on the bench to wait.
Sanzo and epic tight pants forpuddingcat
"Holy shit," Gojyo swore, under his breath. He bit down on his cigarette, sucking in a lungful of smoke, staring over Hakkai's left shoulder at Sanzo, who had come in from the baths.
Hakkai smiled to his hand of cards, then place two queens down on the table in front of him. "Is he wearing something becoming?" he said.
Gojyo liked the way Hakkai disguised his voice, as if he were nagging Gojyo about ashtrays. He talked a lot like that.
"Oh yeah," Gojyo said. Sanzo's jeans clung to every slender curve of his thighs and his ass. He was bending over, digging in his pack. They pulled down at the back, showing the hollow of his spine and the smooth plane of skin just below it. "They couldn't get any tighter."
"Oh, I don't know," Hakkai said, catching his gaze. He touched Gojyo's thigh under the table, curving his palm around it. He smiled again, showing teeth. "Anything's possible. I could put them on another hot wash."
Nii/Koumyou - tenderness and grace, for2metaldog
"The moon is so bright tonight that I can see colours," Koumyou said. His gaze drifted from Nii's eyes to his lips. "Pink, especially." He smiled. "You were a beautiful young man."
"Are you saying I've gone off now I'm older?"
Koumyou's laugh was full of light. He ran his hand over Nii's chest. It felt heavy. "Aha. No. Just, you know." He sounded so sweet and blushing. It was all an act. "Young men are so nice and... tight."
"Try me."
"I shall, thank you."
Koumyou was warm, weighted against him in his wide bed. His hair, falling down around them, smelled of the cut price shampoo he insisted was better than more expensive brands. His mouth was soft, his tongue driving and hungry, his body hard and powerful, his mind inscrutable. That was almost the best bit.
Through walls four feet thick, the thrum of Hyakougan Maoh's life support system was barely audible. Somewhere, it was a late summer night, rich with the fragrance of night flowers and earth warmed by the sun all day. The air was colder and deader in the lower levels of Houtou. Somewhere, in some other place, crickets were chirping.
"You're not here," Nii said, to the shade on his chest.
There was no answer, of course. He would have to leave him room and walk upstairs to glimpse the moon.
Hakkai & Sanzo and laundry for
samsarapine"Everything's covered in blood," said Hakkai. He smiled, aware of Sanzo at his shoulder, silent and smelling bad. It had been such a nasty fight, especially for the losers. "I'm afraid."
The laundry woman peeped into the plastic bag stuffed with Sanzo's robes, hooking it open with the tip of one stumpy finger.
"Meh," she said. "What are you, butchers? It's going to be extra for the stain remover."
"We can pay," Hakkai. "Do you take credit cards?" He had it in his hand waiting. Sanzo had handed it over without a word.
"Meh," she said again, and stooped to dig around under the counter, pulling out a card swiping machine. She had eyes like chips of shiny coal pressed into dumpling dough. They fixed on Hakkai's limiters. "Don't see 'em too often. Right, this lot'll take a couple of hours."
"I want tea," Sanzo muttered. "If we're waiting."
"There's a vending machine round the back," she said.
"You're very kind," Hakkai said. Sanzo merely sighed.
Hakkai fetched the tea. They settled side by side on the hard benches and watched the great drums spin. Their clothes tumbled and sloshed in the machines. The shop was filled with their low growl.
It was warm, and the air smelled clean and fragrant with soap. Soon, Sanzo was making soft snoring sounds. He slumped, propped lightly against Hakkai's shoulder. His feet were bare - even his socks had been bloody. Hakkai sipped his tea and closed his eyes. It was good to relax for a few minutes.
"Thank you for helping me," Hakkai said, although Sanzo said nothing. "I know it's probably because of the socks, but you didn't have to come."
Sanzo snored a little louder. Hakkai smiled, and settled back on the bench to wait.
Sanzo and epic tight pants for
puddingcat"Holy shit," Gojyo swore, under his breath. He bit down on his cigarette, sucking in a lungful of smoke, staring over Hakkai's left shoulder at Sanzo, who had come in from the baths.
Hakkai smiled to his hand of cards, then place two queens down on the table in front of him. "Is he wearing something becoming?" he said.
Gojyo liked the way Hakkai disguised his voice, as if he were nagging Gojyo about ashtrays. He talked a lot like that.
"Oh yeah," Gojyo said. Sanzo's jeans clung to every slender curve of his thighs and his ass. He was bending over, digging in his pack. They pulled down at the back, showing the hollow of his spine and the smooth plane of skin just below it. "They couldn't get any tighter."
"Oh, I don't know," Hakkai said, catching his gaze. He touched Gojyo's thigh under the table, curving his palm around it. He smiled again, showing teeth. "Anything's possible. I could put them on another hot wash."
Nii/Koumyou - tenderness and grace, for
2metaldog"The moon is so bright tonight that I can see colours," Koumyou said. His gaze drifted from Nii's eyes to his lips. "Pink, especially." He smiled. "You were a beautiful young man."
"Are you saying I've gone off now I'm older?"
Koumyou's laugh was full of light. He ran his hand over Nii's chest. It felt heavy. "Aha. No. Just, you know." He sounded so sweet and blushing. It was all an act. "Young men are so nice and... tight."
"Try me."
"I shall, thank you."
Koumyou was warm, weighted against him in his wide bed. His hair, falling down around them, smelled of the cut price shampoo he insisted was better than more expensive brands. His mouth was soft, his tongue driving and hungry, his body hard and powerful, his mind inscrutable. That was almost the best bit.
Through walls four feet thick, the thrum of Hyakougan Maoh's life support system was barely audible. Somewhere, it was a late summer night, rich with the fragrance of night flowers and earth warmed by the sun all day. The air was colder and deader in the lower levels of Houtou. Somewhere, in some other place, crickets were chirping.
"You're not here," Nii said, to the shade on his chest.
There was no answer, of course. He would have to leave him room and walk upstairs to glimpse the moon.
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Date: 2009-08-24 07:48 pm (UTC)So good to see your Saiyuki again. *beams*
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Date: 2009-08-25 12:03 am (UTC)The Hakkai/Gojyo dynamics were hilarious in the second story, but that last one - you broke my heart with Nii. What a lovely fic!
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Date: 2009-08-25 12:09 am (UTC)The first one is sweet, and the third is unexpectedly sad. Sometimes I feel very sorry for Nii, despite his crazy sociopathic-ness.
I missed your Saiyuki fic terribly! It's nice to see it again.
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Date: 2009-08-25 01:15 am (UTC)They're all good of course. Hakkai putting Sanzo's jeans in the hot wash is total win.
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Date: 2009-08-25 02:52 am (UTC)*hugs* - have missed you! ^__^ Hope things are ok with you! ^_^
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Date: 2009-08-26 12:31 pm (UTC)I haven't been posting much - I don't know why really. Just feeling a bit meh I suppose.
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Date: 2009-08-27 08:29 am (UTC)(btw, am going to friend you to make it easier to keep up with fic and stuff. please don't be alarmed XD)