Heaven on Earth

Obviously, I don\'t own Saiyuki. Hell, if I owned Gojyo and Hakkai, do you HONESTLY think I\'d be wasting my time WRITING about them? -.-;

Alright, a warning for you ignorant people. If you have a problem with yaoi, well.. you really shouldn\'t have clicked on that link in the first place and be here. So you\'re dumb. Go away. BUT, if you\'re into guy on guy action, scroll down, damn it! =D

A note. If you like, PLEASE review. If so inclined, I\'ll write another chapter to this. Or another story. Or something. I dunno. I\'m not good with specific stuff at 3:09 in the morning. But if I don\'t know that you liked it, how in the world can I write more? -Gasp- I\'m wasting so much time right now. Get on with reading. Ignore my rambling.


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However long he had been sitting there, he wasn\'t sure. The sleek slabs he sat between cornered his embodiment within its crook, serving as a perch of sorts for his spine, orbs of a deep scarlet transfixed upon the wooden flooring. Deeply dragging from the alighted stick within his mouth, the kappa savored in the cancerous smoke that slithered down his throat, awaiting a moment of the sweet bliss brought by the nicotine before forcing a heavy breath of air from his lungs.

Bliss.

That was one thing he hadn\'t been lucky enough to relish in lately. Quite the contrary, as his mind was plagued with the never-ending controversy over which way his emotions would drive him next. Damnable emotions were to be the death of him, he was sure. If only for the night, the Sanzo Ikkou were divided into pairs to room for the night. Sanzo with Goku, himself with Hakkai. As usual, the violet-eyed priest protested to sharing a room with the monkey, to no avail as he was soon quite literally dragged within the door, leaving no time for compromises. Gojyo, himself, was quite satisfied with his temporary roommate, whereas Hakkai didn\'t seem to care where he slept, as long as the rest of the party was comfortable. The thought of Hakkai\'s characteristic paternal attitude brought a wide grin to the pondering water sprite\'s lips. Putting others before himself was never one of his strong points, and seeing that in another he was so close to was admirable. Yes, admirable. True, Sha Gojyo was a stubborn bastard, but he wasn\'t totally void of selflessness. Maybe to the rest of the world, but to Hakkai? The thought had never once crossed his mind. Not since he had first shared words with the emerald-eyed criminal. Maybe the past few years had settled his rebellious exterior, if only just a tad.

And there he went again. Thinking about the kind-hearted healer.

\"Ugh.\" The mono-syballic grunt was enough to voice his slight furstration as he brought the cigarette from the corner of his maw, dully shoving the ember-coated tip within the nearby ashtray before further slumping his bare back against the wall, pushing himself down against the mattress that lay beneath him. A palm was brought upon his forehead, soon sliding down to conceal his visage, a mere glint of sight left between the slits of his slender digits and the spare locks of vermilion that lie draped over his hand. Though through the faint space of view he had, he directed his attention to the object of his thoughts, who laid quietly upon the bed opposite his own within the room, snugly tucked within the sheets, strands of his chestnut mane partially lying over the finely etched features of his face. He seemed so peaceful in his slumber. Then again, he always did. But in the kappa\'s sight, perfection. His trail of thought was focused on one clear subject, and had been for quite some time, yet had he uttered a word of it to anyone except the lonely smoke that trailed from his cigarettes? No. He had more pride than that. He couldn\'t possibly admit he had fallen in love. Especially not the fact that his heart had been stolen by none other than the kind-hearted healer. Sighing, he was struck with the icy cold sting of hurt.

~ He\'d never look at me the same way again.. ~

He couldn\'t be sure of that, but he wasn\'t about to risk the friendship that he had to find out. Hakkai was everything. His companion, mentor, practically brother, and the object of his heart\'s affections. Cruel fate had slapped him in the face that fateful day when he came to grips with the realization of his love. If life wasn\'t a bitch before, it sure as hell was now. The water sprite\'s judgment drew him to the only fact he could conceive, and one of, if not the, worst case scenarios that emotions could draw for you; he was in love with a man who would never love him back.

He had been awake for some time, yet he had not let his roommate catch on. It was probably better. Though his eyes were sealed, Hakkai could tell that Gojyo was in deep thought, at least, it seemed that way from the sound of his constant tossing and turning, if not the fresh aroma of burning tobacco. And if he was, he didn\'t want to disturb that. Besides, he had enough on his mind as it was. If he had decided to reveal his consciousness, it would probably lead to voicing what was currently tormenting his mind, followed by an utterly awkward conversation.

~ Don\'t need that.. ~

Taking his chances, an eyelid slowly began to pry apart to reveal a glistening emerald optic, soon shifting his attention to his deeply pondering roommate. Obviously aggrivated by something, he judged by his appearance. Follicles of his silken crimson locks were strewn about his shoulders in a lightly tussled fashion, adding to the rogue being Hakkai had grown to admire. Usually, he was intent on keeping his mane in perfect shape, whether he was in preparation for slumber or not, with the exception of his time of frustration. That brought the faint twist of a frown onto the healer\'s maw. It seemed that when Gojyo was upset, he would find himself distrought as well. After all, they had been good friends for a number of years. Whether or not Hakkai saw him as more than that was beside the point. But he did. Gods, did he ever.. He was the world in Hakkai\'s mind. Perfect. True, his reputation was a bit cloudy, but he was no better. That didn\'t matter to him. He saw Gojyo for what he was. A truly caring, compassionate, loyal man, which the water sprite kept hidden behind a mask of liquor and easy women. If only he could coax him into revealing his truer self.. But it seemed he would do that for noone. Still.. His most secret desire and longing was to be an exception to Gojyo\'s rebellion against the world. Yet, in his mind, it would never come into reality.

Gojyo\'s self-esteem began to dissolve. He wasn\'t worthy of such a man.. He was a nicotine-addicted, womanizing, drunken halfbreed. And Hakkai? The picture of perfection in every way the mind could fathom. You would never see the sign of selfishness upon his angelic face. He constantly put people before himself, whether or not his life would hang in the balance as a consequence. Graceful in every manner of living and passionate about the life he lived, despite the haunting fate that followed him with every step of his way. And that smile.. Always smiling.. No matter what came into his path, that grin never faltered. Perhaps the smile was to go on pretending that his life as Cho Gonou never existed. Maybe it was to hide the pain. Of what, Gojyo wasn\'t sure, but he so desired to be the the cause of that smile. To be the one Hakkai would smile for.

\"Like that\'ll ever happen. He\'s too good for me.\"

He murmured the words so low that he didn\'t even realize he\'d spoken. Degrading his emotions was the only way he knew how to cope. Just maybe if he attempted to shred every ounce of hope that he had to ever be together with the selfless man he so desperately pined for, he would begin to heal and move on. Maybe..

That near silent sentence made Hakkai uneasy. Why, he wasn\'t sure. Why should that make him uncomfortable, or was it shocked? Whatever the term was, he was sure it didn\'t belong there. Quizzically, he arched a slender brow, flickering his attention to Gojyo to direct his look of curiousity, propping himself up a bit more upon his elbows to get a better look.

At the stir of his roommate, Gojyo turned a bit to glance at him. What was it? Had he been awake all this time? Had he said something that gave his mind\'s rapt contemplation away? He couldn\'t be sure, for Hakkai was silent for a moment, then soon countered the look of question with one of his own. The best he could muster was the curve of a brow, along with the sharp muttering of a solitary word.

\"What?\"

Hakkai blinked.

\"You were whispering to yourself.\"

\"I was?\" At least he could pretend that it wasn\'t true.

\"Yes.\"

\".. .. ..\"

He was in for it now. He couldn\'t even remember what it was that he\'d said. Whatever it was, it must\'ve made something click because Hakkai seemed on edge at the moment.

\"Are you alright?\"

\"Of course I am.. Why?\"

\"Because you\'re about to strangle the life out of that pillow.\"

What the hell was he talking about? Looking down, he noticed that in his nervous spasm, he\'d snatched a cushion from beneath his head, his digits tightly coiled into the fluffy material in a grip of pure vice.

\"Ah.. Right..\"

He immediately, somewhat awkwardly, cleared his throat, forcing his fingers to release the innocent bystander and plop it back down to its residence. Hakkai was definitely curious now. Maybe jealous. Someone was on his mind and he knew it. What he didn\'t know was whom. Whether it was \' he \' or \' she \' that he\'d heard when Gojyo was muttering, he didn\'t quite know, for he was too quiet in his tone, but either way, he felt a cold stab run through his veins.

\"Is something on your mind, Gojyo?\"

\".. Not.. really..\"

The stall in his voice was practically a big, bold-lettered \' YES \'. Gojyo knew it. Hakkai knew it.

A slight sigh was emitted from the healer.

\"Well.. If you want to talk about it, I\'d hope you would come to me.\"

That was the truth of the matter. He wanted to be his confidante. He wanted to be his rock, his support, his shoulder to cry on. His lover. Yet, neither felt that was possible. Mostly because both had too much pride to push away. He forced himself to slip back down upon his bed, acting non-chalant as usual.

Something subliminal was screaming for him to speak. For some reason, he felt as if he was pushing Hakkai away. Maybe it was Fate\'s way of telling him that.. No. He couldn\'t. ..But he had to. He had to tell him.

\".. Hakkai..\"

A slight \"hm\" was the reply he gave, once more turning his look to Gojyo.

\"There is something.. on my mind.\"

Simply rolling out of bed and making his way across the room to his friend, Hakkai perched himself upon the edge of the mattress, slender limbs used as a prop whilst his format casually leaned back.

\"What is it?\"

He gulped. The position in which Hakkai had put himself was utterly inviting. To his surprise, the buttons of his roommate\'s shirt had been unsnapped, for more comfort, probably, revealing delicate, porcelain flesh to be perfectly stretched over a tight, muscular bone structure. He never realized what an incredible body Hakkai kept hidden beneath that material, but now that he did, crimson eyes began to drink within the delicious sight, not able to get enough, seeing as how the remaining cloth prevented further eyesight. He mentally cursed him for not just leaving the damned shirt off..

\"Well, I- I just..\" Stuttering replaced proper speech as he desperately fished through his mind for the right words. Yet, he found none, except the plain and simple truth, which was even more difficult to muster.

The unsteady way in which Gojyo had begun to speak was of a slight shock to him. The water sprite was known for his finesse, along with his talent for weaving words in a way hardly any possessed. And with him beginning to stall and sputter inaudible syllables, he fought with all his might not to snicker. He had to admit that he was incredibly \' cute \' when he was this.. nervous. Nervous. The word began to echo within the chambers of his skull. What had he to tell him that was making him so.. The word didn\'t come easily to him, but he observed that Gojyo was.. jumpy.

Heaving a deep breath, he forced himself silent for a moment, calming the frazzled junctions within his foggy mind. He could feel a faint heat coming across his perfectly rised cheekbones, and across the bridge of his nose, even. Blushing. He was actually blushing. He knew of one way this could all come out in the open. One way he could find the words. In the only situation he knew of to correctly voice his feelings. Swiftly acting, he placed his palms against the curve of his roommate\'s shoulders, placing a firm, yet still gentle force down upon his limbs, pushing the object of his desire down upon the mattress and swinging his leg over his hips to lock his knees down within the bed.

The action had taken him off guard to say the least. In a mere second of time, he found himself between the mattress and Gojyo, not quite knowing what to expect. His ribcage madly began to pulsate with a mixture of shock and excitement, his breaths coming up shallow and empty.

The kappa\'s hands slowly glided over to the sides of his face, that angelic face, tenderly shifting the pads of his thumbs along his cheekbones in a soft, worshipping caress, suddenly taking on a tone that Hakkai had never seen before.

\"You\'re so fucking beautiful, you know that..\"

Hakkai could feel his heart stop. Gods, if this was a dream, he didn\'t want to wake up. Slowly, he brought himself to extend his arms and entangle his fingers within the seemingly endless mass of crimson strands that rested atop the kappa\'s head, lightly shifting the digits about in the form of smooth, fluid strokes, losing all sense of sanity within the warmth he felt exhume from his touch.

A response to his sudden table-turner had been what he was waiting for to continue, and he wasted no time in doing so. A gaze was shared between red and green, combining within one another to form a passion within both males. Smooth palms were skimmed back down upon the intersection of neck and shoulder as he slowly brought himself to lower, nearing the healer\'s level, which was only encouraged as the gentlest pressure was placed upon the back of his own head, drawing him as close as possible, before finally, for the first time, lips were met. A warmth unimaginable was passed between their tender embrace, the soft pressure of mouth against mouth generating a ridiculous amount of bliss for each engaged within.

A kiss. How long had he been waiting for it? Too long, it seemed. His fingers more tightly began to fist within locks of vermilion; a silent hint. He wanted more.

Gojyo needed no formal invitation. Slowly, he brought himself to bring to life the slick appendage that resided between the walls of his mouth, easingly sliding it forth whilst his lips began to part, lightly tapping upon the curve of the opposing set of lips before him, which readily pried apart to welcome the smooth muscle. The tongue of the kappa was soon rewarded by the emerald-eyed beauty, as he brought his own forward in an invitation to play, which was quickly accepted as the hot, slippery appendages began to wage a war against one another, slithering about in smooth, sensual caresses. Each found themselves lost in a euphoria of their embrace, but, not yet satisfied, faintly tanned hands began to wander down the firm, but concealed flesh of the opposing creature\'s chest, slyly slipping beneath the parted layer of already opened cloth, the feathered touch greeted by an unintentionally emitted purr of content.

The simple sound created a tiny rippling vibration through the fused mouths of the two, which soon began a harder, more passionate entwining of the battling tongues, which seemed to symbolize the ever-growing need that was building between them in the form of wanton lust. He glided his hand from the region of Hakkai\'s torso, only to then bring his palms to grasp each side of the thin material and slide it back over his well-defined shoulders, peeling it away from his form and carelessly plopping it down upon the bedside. Hesitantly, their lips parted ways, the kappa slightly pulling back from his soon-to-be lover, taking in the delicious sight that was lain in front of him, eyes of a deep crimson trailing over every luscious inch. Flawless, save for the large slash that still took a residence upon his abdomen. The wound had long since healed, though still tended to ache every now and again, and even with the scar tissue that lay upon his embodiment, he was a vision of utter perfection the eye could permanently rest upon.

It had been quite a while since he\'d entered this scenario. Kanan had been dead a long time. Plus, it was a first for him to be in a man\'s bed, causing a bit of anxiety to sink into his nerves as the thought of his \' battle scar \' entered his thoughts, his head beginning to turn away from Gojyo\'s view whilst he felt an intent gaze being placed upon his upper half, though his hands began to slip from the follicles of his silky mane, now freely shifting about to run a smooth caress across his bare shoulders.

He could sense a stir of nervousness residing with the creature beneath him. That was the last thing he had intended to cause. Rather than proceed at that precise moment, he placed a hand tenderly to the side of his face in reassurance, once more leaning down to him, his lips resting beside the decorated shell of his ear.

\"You don\'t have to be nervous, babe..\"

\"Can\'t really help that..\" His voice was somewhat shaky. Partially from his faint anxiousness, then again, from anticipation of the events to come.

Skimming his fingers along the side of his face, he placed a soft press of his lips to the underside of his jaw, his head slightly turning aside to then warmly nuzzle his soft mane of vermilion to the sweeping curve of Hakkai\'s slender neck.

\"Hakkai.. You\'re gorgeous.. You don\'t have to be ashamed.. Not with me, alright..?\"

His very heart began to flutter while the words Gojyo had uttered began to click, and slowly, the feeling of self-consciousness began to melt. He cranked his cranium around once more, catching a clear sight of his beloved, who now hovered above himself, welcomed with the faint grin which began to curl upon the kappa\'s lips. Pondering for a moment, he gave a ghost of a smile, soon colliding his lips upon the red-head\'s in a chaste kiss, a silent gesture for his submission.

A grin still plastered upon his lips, he softly nipped his lips upon his lover\'s waiting mouth, feathering a trail of tender pecks along the edge of his jawline, before coming upon the smooth alabaster flesh upon his neck. The careful touches of his lips which began to caress his throat caused a stir from the opposing figure, followed by a coo of pure content, once more he felt hands being curled within the silky mass of his hair. Satisfied with the current response, he continued his assault, placing the softest suction upon the sensitive patch of flesh beneath his lips, the edges of his ivories lightly brushing upon the layer of skin, earning a turn of his lover\'s head for easier access. The kappa\'s hands began to wander along his naked torso, flickering his slender digits along the smooth skin while his hand passed, the lightest touch placed upon his nipple greeted by a soft shudder.

He could feel the slithering of a hot appendage along his increasingly warm flesh, each breath passing his partially separated maw somewhat shakily, causing a dryness to overcome his lips. Then experiencing a sharp, but most certainly not unwelcome tingling sensation running from his chest, his head slightly fell back upon the cushion that lie beneath, a soft moan drifting through his mouth. His fingers began to tenderly stroke the crimson mass that lay strewn upon his bared torso, fighting with himself to remain planted where he was, rather than begin to writhe amongst the overwhelming ecstacy that he soon found himself engulfed within.

The tender flesh he found his lips wrapped around was soon to endure further lashings of attention, first from the gentle nipping of his teeth, to the soft flickers of his tongue. He noticed his lover was squirming amongst the teasing touches. Perfect. Slowly and steadily, he began to slide a hand in a path along his abdomen, his practiced hand beginning to massage the firm skin that lie before him, tantalizingly flickering his fingers just within the hem of the cloth that hung around his hips. Hakkai\'s lower half instinctively gave a slight raise to meet the torturing hand, a subconscious effort of drawing more of the attention which he so desperately craved. The combination of foreplay which he was put under was causing a reaction within him that he never truly knew had existed, in this world, nor the next. Loving passion was replaced with a fiery lust, and he knew it. He was growing slightly impatient beneath the kappa\'s ministrations, yet somehow, he didn\'t want him to stop, rather enjoying the longly awaited throb which was slowly beginning to take over his length and began to push against his lower belly.

The action went without saying to the aforementioned kappa, who only continued his constant teasing, savoring within the moans and purrs of ecstacy that he was so rewarded with. Though, he too, began to feel the raw, instinctive urges of lust that began to fog his mind, the coos and groans which rang through his eardrums causing a low, near silently released purr, causing a faint vibration to slither throughout the sensitive patch of flesh to which he had been suckling, soon bringing himself to surrender his merciless flirtation of his lover\'s lithe body. As not to rush neither himself, nor his lover, he took his time in taking a hold of the pajama trousers which still clung desperately to the beautiful creature beneath him, then ridding the slender curves of his lower limbs of the unwanted cloth. Deep vermilion pools lustfully began to take in the sight of the naked figure, when suddenly, he felt hot breaths of air invading the skin of his neck, causing an immediate response from his currently neglected manhood.

Up until now, he had been one hundred percent submissive, but finally coming to a relaxation with the situation, he snugly criss-crossed his arms upon the kappa\'s naked back, his lips moving to caress the tanned flesh of his slenderly curved throat. He tasted just as he had imagined. His flesh was of a silken perfection, that could be mistaken for the skin of an infant, had you not been paying attention. Slowly, his lips laid a carefully placed trail upon the junction of his neck and jaw, placing a suction upon the pulse point that resided just beside the ear, the tip of his nose feathering a brush along the lobe. A grind was firmly ran along his own bared flesh, opposed to the still clothed hips of the kappa, instantly, his lips parted, a doorway for the low, yearning moan which was released against his lover\'s ear.

This nearly drove him to the breaking point. How long had he been counting the days until he could make this gorgeous creature scream? It was difficult not to simply toss him onto the floor and ravage his very being. This \"patience\" was never one of his good virtues, but he managed to convince himself the wait would be most definitely worthwhile. Bringing himself to bend closer to his lover, he relished within the attention that was being delivered upon his waiting skin, stuffing down the groans and whimpers of erotic pleasure that began to clog his throat. The hot, slippery tongue which grazed the shell of his ear, as well as the curve of his neck was well trained, he had to admit, each sensual twist and turn that was placed upon him only drawing him more and more into ecstacy. Wait, who was in charge here, anyway? As soon as he felt a pressure being firmly wrapped around his throbbing length, he didn\'t care, finally releasing the built-up moan that had been waiting for its opportunity to jump through his mouth.

Finally. He had been wondering how long Gojyo would hold out. At a tantalizingly slow pace, he began to work his hand in a fluid pumping motion upon his manhood, the opposing hand, still free, turned his face to meet his once more, then crushing his lips against his own in a fiery embrace of need, thrusting his tongue within the warm cavern that awaited him, reminded of his goal as the battle of their slick appendages once again continued. Numerous purrs and groans were stifled through firmly enclosed mouths while the motion of his hand only began to increase, each now pushed to the brink of passion. But. This was too fast. No way were either of them about to climax and allow their night to end. The fun was just beginning.

The kappa slowly found the state of mind to separate their fused maws, quite literally forcing himself to withdraw his aching manhood free from the pleasuring hand. Distracting the opposing male with a few tender pecks of his lips, he extended an arm down upon the bedroom floor, dragging a back pouch closer to his reach and briefly rummaging through the items that lay within, satisfied once he grasped the small bottle he had set as his target. The item was snapped open whilst he slightly drew back, dispensing a fair amount of the moist substance that resided within upon the slender tips of his fingers, thoroughly working it through the digits.

He gulped. Quietly. He knew what was coming, and on one hand, he was a bit.. nervous, shall we say? Yet, on the other, Gojyo was taking his damn sweet time, causing an impatience to stir within himself. This way and that, his emotions were running, yet he found it wasn\'t unpleasant. Hardly.

\"Are you ready?\" A smooth voice purred within the shell of his ear. A shiver ran up his spine. Of course he was. He wanted to prove his love to the kappa as he never found the courage within himself to do so. Tenderly pressing his lips to his, he lightly nodded.

\"Yes..\"

He needed no further invitation. Bringing his slicked fingers down to Hakkai\'s lower half, he found his pathway while his legs began to spread, his free hand used as a gentle massage against his torso. He could feel a slight tense to his body as he brought a slender digit to his entrance, easingly gliding the appendage within the tighth erafice, inner muscles instinctively beginning to clamp down upon the new substance. A tender press of his lips upon his throat was a partial reassurance, awaiting a moment before slipping another digit within to meet the other, earning a slight groan of pleasure-pain from whom it had been inflicted upon. He continued to comfort the slowly subsiding ache that his lover began to felt with a warm kiss here and there, before he began to bring the slim fingers in a backward-forward motion within his entrance. Once again, he took a notice of the slightly uncomfortable look which etched across his face, lightly brushing their lips together while he began to soothe him further, with either a kiss upon his skin, or a soft whisper in his ear.

Gods, it was an incredible feeling, but most definitely foreign. The thrusting of Gojyo\'s fingers was of a euphoria to him, yet at the same time, he wondered how he could get used to this. He planted his palms upon smooth, muscled shoulders, beginning to run a firm caress against the intersection to his back, his fingers beginning to curl every now and again while the stimulation increased, his eyelids partially pinching together, acclimatizing himself to the new pleasure that began to wash over him.

\"Just try to relax..\" He coaxed him, which slowly began to take effect, as the pained expression which had taken over his lover had once held now began to dissolve. Now he found, rather than lying in a brief moment of pain, he was urging him on with a light swerve of his hips. Taking the opportunity, he swiftly brought another digit to join the opposing two, adding a more rough friction against his slowly stretching entrance, making sure of his being accustomed to the motion.

That spot. That one tender spot. The edge of Gojyo\'s finger had finally burrowed far enough within him to find it. Immediately, his back arched and he deeply moaned, resulting in a grin from its inflicter. A feather of a brush was brought against it once more, as he found the first small faction of pain which he had endured was most definitely worth it. He further grinded down against him, not able to get enough of that incredible surge of electricity that began to jolt throughout his nerves.

Moans and whimpers of pure ecstacy rang throughout the four walls, and upon every chime, he was only more driven. After a moment of the blissful torture, he withdrew his digits and began to fumble with the knot that currently held his pajama trousers against his hips, finding with great distress that in his haste, he couldn\'t manage to undo the damnable thing. Chuckling lightly, Hakkai brushed aside his hands, taking it into his own in order to properly undress him. A wide grin was brought to the kappa\'s lips while the material was slowly inched from his body. Nothing lie between them anymore. No sheets. No clothes. Nothing. Flesh against flesh was what each had been waiting for. And it couldn\'t have come sooner, as each was tortured to the very edge of sanity with the ministrations of the other.

Hakkai was properly prepared, so he tenderly took his face within his hands, feathering their lips upon one another in a kiss, before easingly sliding his hips forward in a deep, dragging grind, slipping inch by inch of his painfully throbbing manhood within the lubricated entrance of his lover, greeted with a ridiculously incredible warmth, a hot tightness enveloping his length, and immediately, he leaned his head back in a groan of sheer pleasure. Yet, he knew that at least for now, movement wasn\'t called for. It was, after all, a first for the both of them. Never before had they shared a man\'s bed. And now that they had, patience was a forced virtue.

It didn\'t take very long for the submissive of them to accustom himself to the length of his lover. But he had to admit, it filled him out much more than any fingers could have. Whether that was normal or not, he wasn\'t sure, but he lie there still for a few moments of time, only then did he steadily motion for Gojyo to begin.

In a slow, smooth manner, he began to glide his hips to and from Hakkai, a torturingly slow pace to start, each slide of his manhood brought a shocking surge to his veins. Tanned palms began to journey along the creature lying beneath him, placing teasing skims of his digits along the soft layers of skin, massaging the warm, smooth mass. Slow motions of Hakkai\'s hips told him he wasn\'t alone in the heightening pleasure fountain he found himself to be basking in, curious, wandering hands sending shockwaves of pleasure through his bottled nerves.

If there was a word to describe the feeling he was receiving from the steady motion of the long member within him, he couldn\'t think of it. The deep, thorough motions he was being put under were simply beyond words. Dragged from the hilt, to its tip and back again, Gojyo\'s aching length was being plunged farther within his own form than he dared to imagine he even had. As if he\'d complain. He brought his fingers to sift through strands of blood red hair, caressing his fingertips against the warm scalp that lied beneath.

This clashing of increasingly slick, sweaty forms only began to increase as the time rolled on. Moans and groans filled the air, and neither cared for anyone else to hear, and the idea wasn\'t quite unfathomable at the moment. Regardless, the two thrashed together with a seemingly insatable need. Nails were scratching, teeth were scraping, once flawless masses of hair now found to be incredibly tussled with the constant writhing each was enduring.

He was nearing his completion, but he wasn\'t ready to give up just yet. Forcing himself to draw to a temporary pause, he firmly grasped his lover\'s hips whilst he shifted his own body weight off to his side, rolling himself over a bit, yet leaning to the wall in a slight position for sitting and nudging the opposing figure to sit straddled atop him, his arms tightly coiled around his waist, immediately bucking his hips up to him, inserting his length within him once more, rewarded once the familiar groan was emitted into his ear. His thrusting began once more, a hand slyly beginning to snake down his abdomen, which was partially glazed over with perspiration, before finally coming to grasp upon his thoroughly throbbing member, which, up until now, had been neglected. His hips were met in sharp, fluid grinds, his lover\'s back arched into him as the warmth was brought to envelop his length.

Motioning himself from an upward thrust to a downward grind, an overwhelming ecstacy was thoroughly engulfing his being, partially from the rapid pumping of his manhood, yet again from the ministrations of his lover\'s, his head thrown back as far as he could manage, his jaw partially dropped to allow the pleasured responses which so fluidly flowed through his lungs.

He could only last so long with the blended sounds of their moans, and more tightly, he embraced him to himself, further drawing himself in out of his lover. Muscles were tightening around his length while a caving sensation began to pool within his abdomen, and he tightly clamped the edge of an ivory canine upon the corner of his lip, groaning with a deep desire as he finally reached his peak.

The frenzied motion which his own manhood was enduring was at a painstaking level of pleasure, and whilst he felt a more sharp, forceful thrust being placed upon his backside, he dropped his head forward, coiling his own palm around that of his lover\'s, the assistance which he offered hurrying along his climax. Their efforts were quickly rewarded as he gave a low, lust-filled moan and his eyelids tightly began to seal into a pinch, a thick stream of a creamy white substance finally making an appearance, spattering across each of their abdomens.

Heavy pants and gasps for air were shared between the two as once more, their arms desperately curled about each other, hot breaths hitting sweat-covered flesh, fingers trailing across the skin of the other. Finally, Gojyo began to slump back further within the corner, ironically realizing that was where the entire episode had started. There he had been. Sitting there, with a cigarette in his hand, pining for his beloved as he always had. And now, here he was. No cigarette in sight. Instead, he had been rewarded with the company of his heart\'s most secret desire, and now held him tenderly within his arms.

\"Gojyo..\" Silence was finally broken.

\"Hm?\"

Silence for another moment or so, a soft kiss placed to his jaw.

\"I love you.\"

A wide smile that threatened to crack his very features was played across his lips, running his long, slender digits through follicles of sepia, his cheek turned to nuzzle against that of his beloved.

\"I love you too, Hakkai..\"

No more had to be said. That was that. Slowly, he managed to slip them both down within the soft, warm blankets that awaited them, shielding them away from the slight chill they soon encountered. Hakkai\'s head lowered to nestle against his lover\'s chiseled chest, warm arms snugly remaining locked around him in a subliminal attempt at keeping him safe from the world.

However long he\'d been pining away for that man.. Well, it had paid off. He was sure of that much. Heaven didn\'t seem that far away anymore. From the time of his youth, up until that moment where he\'d been the usual lazy bum he tended to be, sitting in the corner and sucking on a damned cigarette, he\'d been on a seemingly endless search. A search for a safe haven. A place to call home. A place where he could feel loved. To hell with Heaven. To hell with whatever Gods or sacred realms there were. Hakkai was his Heaven on Earth. And he couldn\'t have asked for anything more.


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Thank you guys for the review. So encouraging! ^_^ It means a lot to me. Domo arigato. =) Because of the good feedback, I\'ll be adding another chapter soon. Much love to you peoples. Mwah. <3

-Krystal-