Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Nocturnal Admissions ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Nocturnal Admissions

Author: Phaedra

Email: pkabyssinian@yahoo.com

Rating: Well, R-ish or NC-17ish.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own these boys either. Gomen. I not make-a the money, you not sue-a me. Right?

A/N: This is for Missa and jambery and the Merry Month of Masturbation, May. Yah, yah, I'm late.

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As much as Gojyo hated sharing these cramped rooms in the small backwater inns they were forced to use, he was grateful that it seemed that the others were sleeping. They all understood that they all had, well, `needs' and it was an unspoken agreement that as long as each man was quiet they could alleviate any such `needs' that arose. With a suppressed snort, Gojyo mentally acknowledged how very often certain things arose for him. Then he was forced to subdue a twinge of laughter at the pun.

Slowly he turned onto his side and slid one hand into his baggy pants and allowed his palm to cup his semi-rigid cock. He let out a slight hiss at the contact and turned his face into the pillow to help muffle any other sounds he might make. He knew that the others would ignore any noise he might make, just as he would do for them, but he hated that it was necessary. To banish the thought he tightened his fingers and thrust his hips forward slightly. Gojyo closed his eyes in the dark and tried to ignore the strands of blood-red hair that clung to his cheeks.

With sure and steady strokes he slipped his hand up and down his shaft, doing his best to keep his breathing as even and steady as he could. For a moment he paused, bunching one hand in the sheet covering him and the other massaging his balls. An image flickered against his mind's eye, slim hips that spread into a broadening back. For a moment he thought he might actually fantasize about a woman, but then, no the image was unmistakable male.

Hakkai, his pale skin bared, smiled gently over one shoulder in the privacy of Gojyo's mind. For a moment Gojyo simply concentrated on the pale green eyes of his friend before his mind and hand took over. In his vision Hakkai slid one perfect hand up Gojyo's thigh to wrap his long fingers around Gojyo's throbbing erection. With a firm grip the dream-Hakkai would give sharp but firm jerks on the engorged shaft before finally squeezing the broad head.

He was aware that his breathing had become louder and ragged, but Gojyo's vision of Hakkai was overloading him. Just the mere thought of Hakkai wanting him, wanting to touch him was more than Gojyo could bear. Just then he flicked his fingers against the sensitive underside of his cock, his breath hissed out of him and he knew he was close. His mind chattered at him that it was Hakkai touching him, Hakkai making him feel like this.

After another frenetic moment of friction, the thought of Hakkai dominating him, Gojyo felt his muscles tighten, he thrust his hips forward as his orgasm flooded through him.

"HAKKAI!" he shouted, heat flooding his groin and his cheeks. For a moment the breathing around him continued, for a heartbeat he harbored the hope that he hadn't disturbed anyone.

"Shut the fuck up!" Sanzo growled, Gojyo could hear him groping for his paper fan in the darkness. At least he hoped it was the fan.

"Fud?" Goku murmured before beginning snoring again. Thank all the holy gods that the nothing short of Armageddon would wake the brat.

"Maa maa, let's just go back to sleep," Hakkai added and Sanzo growled but settled back on his mattress. Gojyo thought that, perhaps, even Hakuryuu had growled a little at him. With a thump his banged his head back onto his pillow and closed his eyes.

`Fuck, how else much worse can this get?' was his last thought before slipping into sleep.

Morning sunlight pried open Gojyo's eyes far too soon. With a groan he realized that the damn stupid monkey was leaning off the bed staring down at him. With a growl he pulled the thin blanket over his head in an effort to ignore the brat. With a groan he remembered what had happened during the night.

"Sanzo's cranky today. I'm supposed to tell you that we're leaving. I don't even get any breakfast. Did you piss him off?" Goku rambled. Part way through he began swinging his legs back and forth so that they thumped against the bed.

"Shut up, monkey. Let's go," Gojyo growled. He pushed himself upright and grabbed Goku's upper arm and propelled him towards the door.

"You're cranky too," Goku observed before bounding down the stairs and, presumably, out to Jeepu.

Gojyo was uncharacteristically silent during the drive. Sanzo took a moment to glare over his shoulder at him a few times, but Hakkai ignored the red-head completely. How badly had he fucked up? For once he was afraid to approach Hakkai about it, not without knowing how his friend would handle the unusual revelation.

That night Sanzo paid for extra rooms so Gojyo escaped to the relative peace and quiet of solitude. Several bottles of beer went with him to help him get to sleep. The next several days followed the same routine and Gojyo stuck morbidly to his silence. Even the loud monkey noticed after the second day and spend most of his time trying to get Gojyo to `open his perverted mouth'. For a moment Gojyo colored, thinking that the dirty beast was referring to his `slip' earlier. After his stomach had lodged around his heart, he realized that the monkey had no idea what he was saying.

A week later and Sanzo was still springing for separate rooms. The Three Aspects must be loving them. Goku had finally given up and allowed Gojyo to slip into a morose depression. He thought he might be being paranoid, but it seemed like Jeepu was making sure that the right rear tire hit as many bumps and potholes as possible, just to keep him slightly uncomfortable. Hakkai still gave him the bland, fake smiles that he gave everyone else. Sanzo still threatened him. So why did he feel that he had done something that had created an unrepairable breach between them?

Just as the sun was setting they pulled into a dusty little town that had only an old, run down building with a single story as an inn. Sanzo brushed passed them to go and secure rooms for them as the others were left to unpack their meager belongings.

"Come on, Hakuryuu, you get to sleep inside tonight," Hakkai told the Jeep, patting the fender. Gojyo watched from under his bangs, wishing that Hakkai would speak to him with that same gentle tenderness. But the other man followed Sanzo into the hotel without a glance at Gojyo.

As the last one into the squat building Gojyo ignored the monkey sitting at a table holding a fork and walked over to Sanzo. The tall blond was doing his best to intimidate the girl behind the counter.

"I want at least two rooms," Sanzo growled, leaning closer to the girl and making her tremble.

"P-p-p-please… I don't, we're all booked, we just have one cancellation," she babbled. Ah, another one stunned by the chakra on the monk's head.

"Whatever you have will be fine, I'm sure that you'll be as accommodating as you can," Gojyo cut in with a smile. The young girl positively glowed at him.

"Don't involve yourself in my business. Sit the fuck down," Sanzo told him, but with less of the usual heat that he normally displayed.

"Sure, just give me the room key so I can put our stuff up there," Gojyo told him, regretting his intervention as it dawned on him that meant sharing a room with the others. With Hakkai.

"I want to get Hakuryuu settled before dinner. Perhaps you could send something up for him?" Hakkai asked the girl politely, his false smile shining gently.

"Of course, sir. Here's the room key. It's at the end of the left hallway," she stammered, a faint blush tingeing her cheeks.

Gojyo wished the night in the common room would drag out indefinitely, but eventually even the stupid monkey was finished eating. With trepidation he retired to their room for the night, glad for once that Hakkai had retired early. He could avoid his friend for a little longer, at least. What kind of youkai was he?

Sanzo had taken the mattress, leaving Gojyo, Hakkai and Goku to sleep on flat pallets on the floor. Goku had already dragged one over as close to the bed as he could manage and was gently snoring. Hakkai was curled up on the futon closest to Gojyo; if the other man reached out he could touch Hakkai. Best not to think of that, not if he didn't want to embarrass himself again.

Gojyo tossed and turned for a little bit and was just feeling sleep overwhelming his senses when Hakkai's breathing changed. The deep rhythm of sleep had become short and choppy, a harsh hissing that they were all familiar with. Gojyo froze for a moment, lust rising within him at the sure knowledge that Hakkai was pleasuring himself nearby.

Gojyo felt himself hardening as Hakkai began to make the soft squeaks that signified that he was close orgasming. A surreptitious hand slid down to cup his cock and Gojyo bit back a moan. He wasn't going to do this!

Hakkai's breathing was a sharp staccato; he wasn't even trying to muffle the noise as he normally did. The noise was exciting Gojyo unbearably but he held to his control and did nothing more than lay in the dark. He was determined to not repeat his disaster from over a week ago. Just as Gojyo felt that he was nearing the end of his ability to control himself, Hakkai began jerking his hips.

"Aa, yes… Gojyo!" Hakkai shouted.

"If you ladies can shut the fuck up and let me sleep, I'd appreciate it," Sanzo hissed acerbically and rolled over so that his back was toward them. Gojyo smiled in the dark and let his hand brush against Hakkai's arm. Then he slipped into sleep, certain that tomorrow would be a better day.