Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Dinner and a Show ❯ Dinner and a Show ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Saiyuki's not mine! It belongs to the wonderfully talented Kazuya Minekura

 

Friend, companion, lover.

Gojyo was mesmerized as he watched the man who was all these things and more to him move around the kitchen with all the grace of a trained dancer. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his softly flushed skin, making it glow; the steam from the boxed-in kitchen had put a light curl in his sienna hair and matted it to the base of his neck in tantalizing ringlets. Every move that he made was elegant, confident, and seemingly calculated to make the lower regions of Gojyo's body respond with startling intensity.

Gojyo couldn't imagine anything he might have done in this life, or any other, that might have made him deserving of a person so beautiful.

Suddenly, as if he could feel Gojyo's eyes on his back, Hakkai turned and smiled at him, an upturn of flushed and glistening lips. Those lips held fond memories for Gojyo - oh to have them pressed against his own, or wrapped around his cock at that moment.

“Is something wrong Gojyo?”

The sound of his name on Hakkai's lips sent a shiver of pleasure up Gojyo's spine, awakening memories of hundreds of encounters where that single word alone had been enough to push him to his climax.

“Do you have any idea how badly you turn me on?”

Hakkai threw back his head, revealing the long, lovely curve of his neck, and laughed, rich and throaty. The sound was enticing, a bedroom laugh, and Gojyo barely managed to fight back the urge to rise from his chair, grab his lover around the waist, and sink his teeth into the tender flesh at the junction of his neck and shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

Hakkai turned his attention back to the stir-fry on the stove, purposely giving Gojyo an alluring view of his slim, muscular backside beneath his tight jeans, quickening Gojyo's heart.

“I never imagined,” Hakkai teased, “especially since, this morning you became so animated simply by the way that I curled my toes when I stretched.”

“I couldn't help myself,” Gojyo protested, “you curl them the same way when you cum!”

Hakkai continued as if he hadn't heard, “And then when I was showering, you became so enraptured by the way the beads of water ran down my spine that you threw yourself upon me…I believe I have a bruise on my hip from the tap.”

He pulled one side of his jeans down to reveal a tempting length of pale flesh, marred by an angry purple blemish.

“You didn't complain at the time.”

“Then just before lunch…”

“Okay stop!” Gojyo groaned, squirming in his chair as his pants grew tight with the recollection, “Stop teasing me and get your sexy ass over here!”

Hakkai laughed again and shook his head, “I'm afraid that if I did that, our dinner would burn and we would go hungry. That just wouldn't do.”

“Hakkai!” Gojyo groaned desperately arching his back against the chair.

Hakkai chuckled with no small amount if wickedness and Gojyo growled in frustration.

Hakkai stirred the vegetables and waited, fully confident that he knew exactly what would happen next. Gojyo would rise from his chair and cross the kitchen to come and stand behind him. Then, in a playful, sing-song voice he would half-whisper `koibito' or some other endearment, before seizing him and hauling him off to the bedroom. Failing that he might simply pull them both down to the floor, or prop Hakkai against the counter for the act.

It was an amusing game for Hakkai to play, to see how far he could push Gojyo before the man was simply overcome by his desires.

It was his little piece of power.

Not that he objected to playing uke to Gojyo; it was comforting to him in a way, to be able to surrender to someone so completely without fear. It was comforting for Gojyo in much the same way, to have someone who trusted him enough to surrender.

Not that he was ever left feeling unfulfilled. If he ever felt the desire to play seme for a night, all he needed to do was ask. There was no struggle between them, as there was with Goku and Sanzo, for dominance in their relationship; although he highly suspected that for Sanzo and Goku, the battle was half the fun.

Of course, there was a certain price to be paid for exciting Gojyo - in the process he was almost certain to excite himself. As he waited for Gojyo to make his move, Hakkai's skin shivered with anticipation, and he forced himself to focus on the slow movements of the spoon through the wok. When nothing happened after several moments, Hakkai glanced over his shoulder and saw Gojyo staring hungrily at him; with a playful smile, Hakkai goaded him on, swaying his hips.

“You're just going to have to sit there like a god boy and enjoy the show.”

Behind him there was the sound of Gojyo rising to his feet, followed by the whisper of clothing being cast to the floor. Hakkai resisted the urge to laugh - so eager! He reached over and shut off the stove, the stir-fry was finished anyway, and he recalled an incident when, in his ardor, Gojyo had accidentally braced himself on the hot stove and burned his hand. But to his surprise, there was no sound of approaching footsteps, no sense of Gojyo's presence behind him; instead he heard Gojyo sit back down, followed by a quickening of breath and a barely audible moan.

Curious, he turned, and saw Gojyo seated in his chair, his pants around his feet, one hand up his shirt, teasing his nipples, the other moving slowly up and down the length of his penis.

Hakkai suppressed a burst of laughter, “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the - ahhh - show…” Gojyo gasped in reply, his face flushing to nearly the same color which stood out so starkly on the tip of his erection.

Gojyo's eyes were hazy with passion as he watched Hakkai step out of the kitchen and walk towards him; he seemed to be floating, almost unreal, his soft white skin glowing, like a phantom, or an angel.

“So impatient…” Hakkai sighed mischievously as he knelt between Gojyo's spread knees, running warm, smooth hands along Gojyo's thighs, making him shudder violently, “This was supposed to be you dessert.”

Gojyo leaned down and pressed his lips against Hakkai's, tasting the spices Hakkai had so carefully sampled before he placed them in the stir-fry. Hakkai's hands slid up, across the bones of his hips and then back down again, wrapping tenderly around Gojyo's thickness, making him break the kiss and issue a sharp gasp, gripping the seat of the chair with all his strength, causing the wood to creak dangerously.

“My, my,” Hakkai laughed, “you certainly are eager.”

Gojyo glanced down and saw Hakkai admiring a single glistening pearl of pre-cum which was suspended precariously from his apex.

“Hakkai…” Gojyo exhaled the name in a shuddering breath. Hakkai looked up at him, his emerald eyes shimmering with a loving desire that warmed Gojyo through and through.

“Yes?”

“Please…” he whimpered softly, threading his fingers through Hakkai's damp hair, “Please Hakkai, suck me, please…”

Hakkai's willing, pink tongue darted from his mouth and lapped up the glossy cum drop, sending a jolt of dizzying pleasure through Gojyo that bowed his spine and made him cry out. Hakkai didn't wait for the intensity of the moment to pass before taking Gojyo's length into his mouth, relaxing the muscles of his throat to accommodate him. He was warm, the skin of his phallus delectably ribbed and textured, still exotic to his tongue, and he could taste Gojyo's heartbeat throbbing beneath the hardened flesh: quick, intense. He worked his tongue around the organ, tasting it, massaging it, tightening his lips around it, pulling it in up to the hilt and sliding it out, captivated by the symphony of fervent sounds issuing forth from Gojyo's lips, whimpers and moans, a soft, gasping cry as his fingers tightened so drastically in Hakkai's hair that it was almost painful.

“Oh Gods Kai!” he cried, bucking his hips, his every muscle contracting in harmony as he hit his climax, hot, bitter, spicy semen splashing into the back of Hakkai's throat, forcing him to swallow convulsively to keep from losing any of the precious liquid.

Hakkai straightened up and licked a stray drop of milky fluid from the corner of his lip. Gojyo was satiated at last, his muscles trembling, his eyes clouded with sheer contentment. Hakkai rose to his feet and kissed him tenderly, allowing Gojyo a small taste of the fluid that was like fine wine to Hakkai's taste buds before he turned walked back towards the kitchen.

“Wait Kai…”

Hakkai smiled to himself as he, always sanitary to a fault, washed his hands in the sink and began to dish out the stir fry. That was why Hakkai had no reservations about being Gojyo's uke; because no matter what happened, Gojyo always thought of him and thought of his pleasure.

“I think that I'll wait until after dinner before I have my dessert Gojyo.”