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Hakkai stood under the hot water of the shower, letting it sluice over his skin. He was weary, but not that bone weary like when he and the other three spent the four days fighting the amazing, reviving youkai horde. No, this was a mental weariness that came from having to sit, and drive, while three others were griping, grouching, bickering, and even outright fighting behind you.
It had been three days since they last stopped in a town. Nearly a week since their last stop at a hostel of some kind. It was with a relieved moan of guilty pleasure that Hakkai ran his soaped hands through his hair, working up a good lather. He liked his shower time. It was usually the only time he could think in private without someone barging in on his thoughts or just plain being nosy.
To be honest, the brunette expected an interruption. Catching Hakkai in the shower was a favorite past-time of Sha Gojyo's, it seemed. It was strange, when the reserved man thought about things. Three years ago, if someone had told him that he'd be a willing victim to Gojyo's seductive hands and kisses, Hakkai probably would have either laughed in their face, or just walked away.
Now, though, that it was indeed a reality, he couldn't really do any such thing.
When had things gotten to this point? About six months after he'd started living with Gojyo. The night had come on with ominous dark thunderheads that looked as though they would dump water on all unsuspecting folks if they didn't hurry. It had been that very threat of rain that had kept Hakkai homebound. Even now, he still felt incredibly uncomfortable in that kind of weather. For one, the memories associated with it always weighed heavily upon him like drenched garments and, for two, that kind of weather always seemed to make his scar hurt for some reason.
Hakkai supposed it might be some kind of psychosomatic reaction to the past, but then again, it could really have been his wound just acting up to spite him.
Gojyo had come in early that night, shortly after the downpour began. He'd been soaked to the bone, looking much like a drowned rat, and had commenced to making a list of complaints that sounded so ludicrous... Hakkai had taken him a towel so he could dry off, moving stiffly because of the wound's reminder. He'd stood by while the half-breed had peeled off his clothes and tossed them carelessly on the floor.
The redhead went and made up some coffee for them, wearing only the towel, and had sat silently while Hakkai drank it. Then, after washing out his mug, the scholarly man had gone to take his nightly shower. That was when Gojyo had made his move. A bold move that had quite an effective way of taking Hakkai's mind off the past and allowing him the solace to forget the pain. Even if only for a little while.
A physical release to blank the mind of mental weights. Gojyo had always joked that sex was a cure-all. Hakkai, in counterpoint, had told the redhead that he was quite wrong about that. His words had been blown off, of course. To someone like the half-kappa demon, sex was quite an important act, one that ranked up with breathing, gambling, drinking, and smoking.
Hakkai was disturbed from his mental wanderings by the sound of a step outside the shower stall. Shaking his head minutely, he waited the whole thirty seconds it took for Gojyo to get in with him and then felt arms wrapping around him from the back. As always, he was startled by the feel of the half-breed's sex pressed against him.
"Gonna use up all the hot water, Hakkai," came the sultry whisper in his ear. Gojyo carried the lingering scents of beer and cigarette smoke with him, both of which were being drowned out quickly by the shower.
"I... I was just thinking... Perhaps I lost track of time." The quiet man felt the nuzzle against the side of his neck and tilted his head away, an act of habit now. He brought his long fingers up and rubbed at his eyes. "Honestly, Gojyo... Sanzo's not that far away and I still have a headache."
"Sanzo can go to hell... it's not like I give a fuck what that dysfunctional basket-case thinks." Lips brushed against Hakkai's shoulder, the gentle caress feather-light; at the same time, Gojyo's right hand made a slow trail down, over the scar, and flattened out over his lower abdomen. "I got the perfect cure for your headache, Hakkai..."
"Gojyo... sex doesn't cure headaches. It's been proven to make them worse in most cases." Hakkai continued to talk, each and every time things started like this. Part of it was his uncertainty; part of it was his feelings that he was betraying the past. He couldn't exactly pinpoint just why he was always so skittish when Gojyo first put his hands on him.
There was a low chuckle from the redhead, the sound right in his ear. "Sex might not cure everyone's headaches... but it does yours, Hakkai. We've been over this before." Then, Gojyo's lips moved against the curve of Hakkai's neck, alongside his throat, drawing a shuddering gasp from the healer. "You're way too tense..."
Hakkai would have responded with words, but Gojyo chose that moment to lower his right hand even more, encircling his long fingers around the girth of the brunette's cock. A slow, firm stroke over the length ensured that the reserved man's words were nothing more than a garbled moan. One that became more lust-filled as the scarlet-haired half-youkai continued his attentions. The gasping healer got a tight grip in the long, wet locks of Gojyo's hair, holding on as each of his protests vanished before ever getting voiced.
It was always like this, no matter how much Cho Hakkai tried to deny it. His mouth and his mind would say one thing, but his body always seemed to behave differently. His body craved the gentle touches that promised carnal delights and blissful oblivion. It wouldn't take much longer before he was begging Gojyo to keep touching him, to fill him, to make him forget everything else but the world that was contained in the steamy shower cubicle.
And Gojyo was an obliging sort. He shifted them around, pressing the much more slender man against the wall of the shower, his lips slanting over Hakkai's with a primal urgency. The redhead hooked his hands under each of the healer's knees, pulling them up to his hips, encouraging his friend to wrap around his waist. Hakkai did so instinctually and felt the lightly scratching sensation of the half-youkai's nails running along his spine, forcing his back to arch, pressing his chest against Gojyo's.
Hakkai gave a soft cry as the mouth that had been plundering his broke off suddenly, shifting along his skin until his nipple was engulfed. The sheer shock of sensation ripped through him like a tidal wave, giving sweet little tremors all through his frame, making his voice rise up just a bit louder in the small room. It never seemed to take much effort on Gojyo's part to get him to the stage of blinding need.
"Yup... too tense... you really need this, Hakkai..." His friend's voice was a low whisper as he moved up again, capturing the dark-haired man's mouth in another blistering kiss. It was so hard to breath, Hakkai found as the kiss wore on. Everything Gojyo did was almost too much, it felt so good that sometimes it bordered on pain.
"P-Please... Gojyo..." If Hakkai could have heard his voice, he wouldn't have recognized it. In his more stable mindset, he never would have imagined himself sounding so needy. But, at the moment, he just didn't care how he sounded so long as he got what his body was screaming for.
His plea was answered just a few moments later. Gentle fingers probed at him, opened him, and then slid inside. Carefully, they stretched him wider, all the while brushing against his prostate. Until their first time together, Hakkai had never truly understood how one small little gland could make his colorful world blank out to white.
Now, he understood... not only did he understand, but he was damn near beside himself with torturous need to have that same spot assaulted. The healer gasped and whimpered when he felt the invading presence of Gojyo's fingers pull free, his body longing for that feeling again. The sounds were replaced, just heartbeats later, by a long groan of a little pain mixed with sheer rapture as half-breed began to slide his length into Hakkai.
Inch by glorious inch was absorbed into the brunette's body, making him arch in an attempt to get Gojyo deeper. He was vaguely aware of the hoarse words his friend was whispering; little words of encouragement and praises. Hakkai didn't care about those now, he just wanted friction on the inside, movement that would build and build until he couldn't take anymore.
That was all he wanted or needed, everything else could just fade to nothingness.
Then, Gojyo did start moving, driving upwards with shuddering thrusts as his arms wound around the slim man's back to keep him in place. Hakkai bit his lip, forcing himself not to cry out during those strokes that found the deep center of his pleasure. He could feel his body spasming around the other man's shaft, the scrape of skin against skin, the slightly burning sensation that was starting to radiate through his whole being.
When his own cock was gripped in a tight fist, stroked upwards roughly, a cry finally found its way free. The coupling became more frenzied then, each man too close to nirvana to care about anything else. It only took a few more seconds for Hakkai to find himself clutching at Gojyo tightly, tears streaming from his eyes, the intense rush of orgasm shaking and shattering him until nothing else seemed to matter.
Within his embrace, Gojyo grunted and shuddered, his arms tightening around Hakkai's lean frame for a split-second as warmth filled his body. Then, the redhead slowly sank down to his knees, face pressed tightly against the healer's chest, sucking in great gasps of desperately needed air.
Closing his eyes, Hakkai pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Gojyo's head; a single act of affection that spoke volumes in answer for what the half-breed did for him. For the long minutes until Gojyo left, he would bask in the embrace. After that happened, everything would go back to normal... until the next hostel.