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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,687
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9
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The Five Senses
Title: The Five Senses
Date Written: 7/22/05
Non Challenge
Word Count: 783
Rating: M
Pairings: Gojyo/Hakkai
Notes: Sequel to 'Just a Taste'.
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When Hakkai first began living with Gojyo, the two had to save up for another bed.
By the time they had the money to buy another bed, the two were so used to having another person lying in bed next to them that they ended up sleeping in the old bed anyway.
It didn't matter, really. They respected one another's personal space, more or less. Occasionally, they would wake up cuddled against one another, but they'd share a laugh and have breakfast. The want for physical contact was nothing to be embarrassed about: they were young men, with needs, damn it. A warm body was a warm body was a warm body.
For the two friends, that meant comfort, trust enough to fall asleep in the presence of another without having to worry that the other would slit their throat while they slept.
Even as Gonou, Hakkai always found sleep elusive. His brain often buzzed when his body was screaming for sleep, filling his dreams with philosophical arguments, calculus proofs, and long-dead Greek men.
Lately, however, fantasies of Gojyo had been keeping him half-awake and tossing, and usually ended with him hiding in the bathroom, stroking himself to completion.
It was on one such night that Hakkai stumbled back to their bed, the moonlight filtering through thin curtains to illuminate a shock of red hair, giving it a burnished silver instead of the usual blood red.
The demon paused, touching the hair gently. It was soft and silken under his fingertips. His hand moved to caress the scarred skin of one cheek; it was slightly leatherly from the sun, but soft and warm at the same time. Hakkai crawled under the covers, snuggling against the sleeping half-breed. Asleep, Gojyo instinctively wrapped his arms around the demon.
Hakkai buried his face into the juncture between Gojyo's neck and his shoulder, inhaling Gojyo's scent along with the soap he had used during his shower and the cigarettes he had smoked before turning in. With his ear on the redhead's shoulder, he could hear the faint 'tha-thump' of his friend's heart.
'Such a beautiful sound...'
The fleeting thought of how Gojyo tasted flashed in his mind, and Hakkai licked his lips, contemplating.
'If I wake him up, I'll never live it down... But if I don't act now, I'll regret it...'
So Hakkai stomped back the unsure, wary part of his consciousness and moved a little closer, his tongue sliding between pale pink lips to touch Gojyo's skin lightly, a spot of saliva remaining behind, glistening in the moonlight.
His skin was slightly salty and tasted... wonderful. As good as Kanan, maybe even better. He latched onto Gojyo's neck like a vampire, licking at the skin, not caring if the man woke up.
And Gojyo did awaken, but instead of pushing the man away, he pulled him closer, moaning aloud as Hakkai continued to assault the sweet, sensitive spot on his neck.
Bedclothes rustled as mouths met, tongues dueling, arms and legs entwining. The two rubbed against one another, Gojyo rolling over to press Hakkai back into the mattress. It was surreal, only the moonlight illuminating them, lust fuzzing out eveything but a few snapshots of memory.
The feeling of wet heat on his cock, long red hair hiding the view of Gojyo sucking him, long fingers twined into the strands.
The drag of his tongue along Gojyo's shifting stomach muscles, the taste of salt tang in his mouth, his hands dragging along tan sides.
Gojyo's back beaded with sweat, white-knuckled hands gripping the headboard, rocking in time with his thrusts into the redhead's hot, tight, fucking incredible body.
The sound of Gojyo panting his name, over and over, his hand pumping his lover's cock as he orgasms, white-hot seed spilling through his fingers...
"...ai. Hey, Hakkai, you awake yet?"
Hakkai opened his eyes and jumped slightly. Gojyo's face was mere inches from his own, a worried expression on his face.
"You all right, man? Don't you have work?"
The half-breed shook an alarm clock which declared that Hakkai had twenty minutes to make it to class before the school day started.
'Fucking HELL, it was a dream,' the demon lamented to himself as he hurriedly dressed, running out the door with his belt and tie around his neck, his briefcase in one hand and the other carrying his morning cup of coffee, the end of his toothbrush sticking out of it like a spoon.
Gojyo sighed inwardly, pulling back the covers to smile at the damp spot in the middle of the bed. The scent of sex waifted off the sheets as Gojyo stripped the bed to wash the sheets, limping slightly as he headed for the washer machine.
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Date Written: 7/22/05
Non Challenge
Word Count: 783
Rating: M
Pairings: Gojyo/Hakkai
Notes: Sequel to 'Just a Taste'.
---
When Hakkai first began living with Gojyo, the two had to save up for another bed.
By the time they had the money to buy another bed, the two were so used to having another person lying in bed next to them that they ended up sleeping in the old bed anyway.
It didn't matter, really. They respected one another's personal space, more or less. Occasionally, they would wake up cuddled against one another, but they'd share a laugh and have breakfast. The want for physical contact was nothing to be embarrassed about: they were young men, with needs, damn it. A warm body was a warm body was a warm body.
For the two friends, that meant comfort, trust enough to fall asleep in the presence of another without having to worry that the other would slit their throat while they slept.
Even as Gonou, Hakkai always found sleep elusive. His brain often buzzed when his body was screaming for sleep, filling his dreams with philosophical arguments, calculus proofs, and long-dead Greek men.
Lately, however, fantasies of Gojyo had been keeping him half-awake and tossing, and usually ended with him hiding in the bathroom, stroking himself to completion.
It was on one such night that Hakkai stumbled back to their bed, the moonlight filtering through thin curtains to illuminate a shock of red hair, giving it a burnished silver instead of the usual blood red.
The demon paused, touching the hair gently. It was soft and silken under his fingertips. His hand moved to caress the scarred skin of one cheek; it was slightly leatherly from the sun, but soft and warm at the same time. Hakkai crawled under the covers, snuggling against the sleeping half-breed. Asleep, Gojyo instinctively wrapped his arms around the demon.
Hakkai buried his face into the juncture between Gojyo's neck and his shoulder, inhaling Gojyo's scent along with the soap he had used during his shower and the cigarettes he had smoked before turning in. With his ear on the redhead's shoulder, he could hear the faint 'tha-thump' of his friend's heart.
'Such a beautiful sound...'
The fleeting thought of how Gojyo tasted flashed in his mind, and Hakkai licked his lips, contemplating.
'If I wake him up, I'll never live it down... But if I don't act now, I'll regret it...'
So Hakkai stomped back the unsure, wary part of his consciousness and moved a little closer, his tongue sliding between pale pink lips to touch Gojyo's skin lightly, a spot of saliva remaining behind, glistening in the moonlight.
His skin was slightly salty and tasted... wonderful. As good as Kanan, maybe even better. He latched onto Gojyo's neck like a vampire, licking at the skin, not caring if the man woke up.
And Gojyo did awaken, but instead of pushing the man away, he pulled him closer, moaning aloud as Hakkai continued to assault the sweet, sensitive spot on his neck.
Bedclothes rustled as mouths met, tongues dueling, arms and legs entwining. The two rubbed against one another, Gojyo rolling over to press Hakkai back into the mattress. It was surreal, only the moonlight illuminating them, lust fuzzing out eveything but a few snapshots of memory.
The feeling of wet heat on his cock, long red hair hiding the view of Gojyo sucking him, long fingers twined into the strands.
The drag of his tongue along Gojyo's shifting stomach muscles, the taste of salt tang in his mouth, his hands dragging along tan sides.
Gojyo's back beaded with sweat, white-knuckled hands gripping the headboard, rocking in time with his thrusts into the redhead's hot, tight, fucking incredible body.
The sound of Gojyo panting his name, over and over, his hand pumping his lover's cock as he orgasms, white-hot seed spilling through his fingers...
"...ai. Hey, Hakkai, you awake yet?"
Hakkai opened his eyes and jumped slightly. Gojyo's face was mere inches from his own, a worried expression on his face.
"You all right, man? Don't you have work?"
The half-breed shook an alarm clock which declared that Hakkai had twenty minutes to make it to class before the school day started.
'Fucking HELL, it was a dream,' the demon lamented to himself as he hurriedly dressed, running out the door with his belt and tie around his neck, his briefcase in one hand and the other carrying his morning cup of coffee, the end of his toothbrush sticking out of it like a spoon.
Gojyo sighed inwardly, pulling back the covers to smile at the damp spot in the middle of the bed. The scent of sex waifted off the sheets as Gojyo stripped the bed to wash the sheets, limping slightly as he headed for the washer machine.
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