Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ The Bits and Pieces ❯ Peering Through the Door ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Quirk 
Hakkai's point of view from the second chapter.
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 01.25.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 566 | Status: Work In Progress
Hakkai's point of view from the second chapter.
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 01.25.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 566 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Peering Through the Door
Author: Quirk othe Trade
Category: fan fiction
Genre: snapshot
Rating: Adult, ages 17 and up or mature minds
Pairings: Gojyo/Goku, Hakkai/Sanzo
C&CC: Yes, please. ^_^ quirkothetrade @ yahoo.com
Warnings: Sexual content implied, mature issues, Hakkai's point of view, will probably confuse the heck out of you.
Disclaimers: I don't own this and make no monies from it. It's for fun, and to fill in bits and pieces from the original fan fiction of ‘Teaching Goku’.
A/N: This is the second chapter, posted with the reposting of the first chapter that was posted with chapter thirteen of the original fan fiction. These snap shot type things are to get stuff out of my head, and posting will probably be erratic. Hakkai… is difficult. As together as he seems, he seems disjointed to me, and I can only imagine the din in his mind that rambles on at him in his waking hours. I fully blame this piece on the muse; I apologize in advance.
Beta: Unbeta-ed
Synopsis: Hakkai’s point of view from the second chapter.
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Normally, Sanzo and Hakkai didn't sleep in the same bed, not even after sex. The brunet didn't mind that fact; the few times he had, it had been odd. Sanzo too tall to be the woman who even now consumed his life, his hair too short and to boot, he wasn't anywhere near as well endowed as she had been. Then there was the matter of his scent. Sanzo didn't smell like gently of lavender as she had. He smelled of tobacco smoke, singed gunpowder, and falling leaves. How anyone could smell of falling leaves, he didn't know, but it was there, and sometimes there was a hint of metallic oil, from when he oiled his gun. The blond took meticulous care of the gun, taking it apart for cleaning only when there was no one else around. It was one of the reasons Hakkai often took Goku with him when he went grocery shopping. Gojyo could usually be counted on to find his own amusements the moment they hit a town- just like tonight.
(-Want him but it aches, it hurts, only supposed to be her, LOVED her, why him-)
He'd seen the woman who had picked the red head up- beautiful in a sly way, bosom perky and hips broad enough to hint at something all on their own. Her body language had been more than enough to draw Gojyo over, and a brief conversation had sealed the deal. After finishing their drinks, they were gone, out the door as fast as one pleased.
Hakkai really hated it when Gojyo did that. Whenever the kappa returned, he'd smell like a woman if he'd showered at her place, and like sex if he hadn't. He would smell like GREAT sex- like musk and sweat and pheromones and all that. It would overwhelm Gojyo's own personal scent, a strange combination of wet water, warm sunshine, and cigarette smoke.
(-Why him-)
It was probably the cigarette smoke that had sparked the idea. Sanzo's cigarette brand weren't as strong or as acidic as Gojyo's, were a tad more mellow, but the similarity was there. It had been enough to make up his mind to use the small, almost invisible glances he was sure that no one but him saw to his advantage. He had allowed Sanzo to bed him that night, both aware that the other was only a substitution but needing the contact and release enough that it didn't matter. Detachment could only take a person so far, after all, and at some point undesired if only for brief amounts of time. Since then it only took a certain glance at each other, a soft closing of the eyes, and they would meet to take their frustrations out on the other.
(-Want him, to touch-)
Tonight, he had watched Gojyo walk away with that woman, after countless hours wondering why the red head had dared to touch Sanzo's forbidden gold eyed youth, and felt THAT mood over take him. THAT mood had been easily suppressed before, secure in the knowledge that there had never been a chance, that Gojyo was beyond his touch- that he might feel for someone besides her but stay faithful at least in body.
(-Want to touch him, touch his hair, want to kiss him, want inside his body, want to devour him-)
The blond had looked up at him when he closed the door too softly. Sanzo had been fatigued when they got to the inn, a combination of his human frailty being tested, spotty appetite, too many cigarettes and a faint thread of emotion that Hakkai now had the ability to read in his body language. Predominately there was worry for Goku, and the more hidden aspects that the green eyed man had yet to figure out or Sanzo to explain. Sanzo had looked at him, finished tightening the bolt of his freshly oiled gun and then set it aside before beginning to strip.
(-But loved her, LOVED her, why him-)
That beautiful face was almost peaceful now in sleep, inches away from his own. Fatigue, no nap and a long bout of drawn out sex had taken its toil. There was no scent of lavender or Hi Lites, water and sun but it was finally familiar, the Winstons, the falling leaves and the gunpowder, and welcome. Hakkai himself was tired, enough so that he wasn't inclined to move to his own bed. Besides, Hakuryu was curled up asleep on the pillow, and he was loath to disturb his little pet who worked so much hard than they did day in and day out.
(Go to sleep now. You can continue in the morning, okay?)
Drawing the covers up higher over them, a passing thought of at least slipping on his boxers crossed his mind. He dismissed it, even though they were near the bed and it might have been strange to wear only his shirt to bed when Sanzo was nude beside him. But the blond was used to his constant shirts, and he closed his eyes and slept.
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Feeling the bed creaking and the absence of Sanzo’s chi beside him, he opened his eyes and sat up. Eyes searching even as he reached for the monocle on the table top beside him, Hakkai spied Sanzo at the door. Slipping the glass into place over his eye, the brunet slid from the bed and joined him in peering out a crack in the door.
(-Now what, never any peace-)
Gojyo and Goku were padding down the hall clad in towels toward the baths, talking lowly to each other.
“Tart. What does he see in him?” The blond pulled the door shut and stood brooding in his birthday suit.
(-saved me, can laugh like a child, spilled blood, protect him, wounded, so wounded-)
“Goku has discovered sex. It’s natural to ask Gojyo, who’s most prolific in that area.”
“He’s not asking anything like that.” Sanzo was silent a moment, head bowed, the pale, tender nape of his neck peeping through blond strands. “He’s saying… ‘teach me’, ‘show me’. He wants the damned kappa to teach him.”
“...He’s not asking about women?”
(-Loved her-)
“No. At least, not from what I’m getting.”
(-He knows, the little one knows-)
“Goku... is more perceptive than we know.”
Drooping pansy colored eyes looked back at him, catching the tone of the brunet’s voice. “Spit it out.”
(-Where is my little one, would have loved him, raised him, taboo and all, loved her that much, didn’t care, just LOVED her-)
“This may have to do with us.”
“It’s none of their business.”
“Goku hates secrets more than anything.”
(-Secrets, secrets, I know all your secrets-)
“What secret? It’s no one’s business except ours.”
“You don’t think this might be considered a secret? He won’t understand.”
“What’s there to understand? He’s just a stupid monkey.”
(-He’s a little one, protect the little one-)
Emerald eyes narrowed as a wiggle of irritation made itself known. “Then why do your eyes follow a stupid monkey? Sanzo.”
The blond head turned away. “Cheh. Your personality is getting worse.”
(-The little one- why him-)
“Perhaps it’s Gojyo rubbing off on me.” Taking the one step needed forward, Hakkai slipped his arms around his lover’s waist. A wet tip brushed against the back of his hand, and the group driver ignored it for the time being.
(-Why him, WHY HIM-)
“Don’t even think it.” The priest relaxed back against him bit by bit. When he had relaxed as much as he ever did, Hakkai’s hand went searching down Sanzo’s body until it reached its destination and began stroking, long elegant fingers curled around a flushed hardness. Sanzo’s breath came quicker in response, and his head tilted back as one hand came to rest on the one supporting him around the waist.
(-WHY THEM-)
“Goku’s been very active since that first time considering how small the amount of personal time he has is. How many times have I had to do this for you now?” The brunet teased softly.
“Shut up.”
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Author: Quirk othe Trade
Category: fan fiction
Genre: snapshot
Rating: Adult, ages 17 and up or mature minds
Pairings: Gojyo/Goku, Hakkai/Sanzo
C&CC: Yes, please. ^_^ quirkothetrade @ yahoo.com
Warnings: Sexual content implied, mature issues, Hakkai's point of view, will probably confuse the heck out of you.
Disclaimers: I don't own this and make no monies from it. It's for fun, and to fill in bits and pieces from the original fan fiction of ‘Teaching Goku’.
A/N: This is the second chapter, posted with the reposting of the first chapter that was posted with chapter thirteen of the original fan fiction. These snap shot type things are to get stuff out of my head, and posting will probably be erratic. Hakkai… is difficult. As together as he seems, he seems disjointed to me, and I can only imagine the din in his mind that rambles on at him in his waking hours. I fully blame this piece on the muse; I apologize in advance.
Beta: Unbeta-ed
Synopsis: Hakkai’s point of view from the second chapter.
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Normally, Sanzo and Hakkai didn't sleep in the same bed, not even after sex. The brunet didn't mind that fact; the few times he had, it had been odd. Sanzo too tall to be the woman who even now consumed his life, his hair too short and to boot, he wasn't anywhere near as well endowed as she had been. Then there was the matter of his scent. Sanzo didn't smell like gently of lavender as she had. He smelled of tobacco smoke, singed gunpowder, and falling leaves. How anyone could smell of falling leaves, he didn't know, but it was there, and sometimes there was a hint of metallic oil, from when he oiled his gun. The blond took meticulous care of the gun, taking it apart for cleaning only when there was no one else around. It was one of the reasons Hakkai often took Goku with him when he went grocery shopping. Gojyo could usually be counted on to find his own amusements the moment they hit a town- just like tonight.
(-Want him but it aches, it hurts, only supposed to be her, LOVED her, why him-)
He'd seen the woman who had picked the red head up- beautiful in a sly way, bosom perky and hips broad enough to hint at something all on their own. Her body language had been more than enough to draw Gojyo over, and a brief conversation had sealed the deal. After finishing their drinks, they were gone, out the door as fast as one pleased.
Hakkai really hated it when Gojyo did that. Whenever the kappa returned, he'd smell like a woman if he'd showered at her place, and like sex if he hadn't. He would smell like GREAT sex- like musk and sweat and pheromones and all that. It would overwhelm Gojyo's own personal scent, a strange combination of wet water, warm sunshine, and cigarette smoke.
(-Why him-)
It was probably the cigarette smoke that had sparked the idea. Sanzo's cigarette brand weren't as strong or as acidic as Gojyo's, were a tad more mellow, but the similarity was there. It had been enough to make up his mind to use the small, almost invisible glances he was sure that no one but him saw to his advantage. He had allowed Sanzo to bed him that night, both aware that the other was only a substitution but needing the contact and release enough that it didn't matter. Detachment could only take a person so far, after all, and at some point undesired if only for brief amounts of time. Since then it only took a certain glance at each other, a soft closing of the eyes, and they would meet to take their frustrations out on the other.
(-Want him, to touch-)
Tonight, he had watched Gojyo walk away with that woman, after countless hours wondering why the red head had dared to touch Sanzo's forbidden gold eyed youth, and felt THAT mood over take him. THAT mood had been easily suppressed before, secure in the knowledge that there had never been a chance, that Gojyo was beyond his touch- that he might feel for someone besides her but stay faithful at least in body.
(-Want to touch him, touch his hair, want to kiss him, want inside his body, want to devour him-)
The blond had looked up at him when he closed the door too softly. Sanzo had been fatigued when they got to the inn, a combination of his human frailty being tested, spotty appetite, too many cigarettes and a faint thread of emotion that Hakkai now had the ability to read in his body language. Predominately there was worry for Goku, and the more hidden aspects that the green eyed man had yet to figure out or Sanzo to explain. Sanzo had looked at him, finished tightening the bolt of his freshly oiled gun and then set it aside before beginning to strip.
(-But loved her, LOVED her, why him-)
That beautiful face was almost peaceful now in sleep, inches away from his own. Fatigue, no nap and a long bout of drawn out sex had taken its toil. There was no scent of lavender or Hi Lites, water and sun but it was finally familiar, the Winstons, the falling leaves and the gunpowder, and welcome. Hakkai himself was tired, enough so that he wasn't inclined to move to his own bed. Besides, Hakuryu was curled up asleep on the pillow, and he was loath to disturb his little pet who worked so much hard than they did day in and day out.
(Go to sleep now. You can continue in the morning, okay?)
Drawing the covers up higher over them, a passing thought of at least slipping on his boxers crossed his mind. He dismissed it, even though they were near the bed and it might have been strange to wear only his shirt to bed when Sanzo was nude beside him. But the blond was used to his constant shirts, and he closed his eyes and slept.
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Feeling the bed creaking and the absence of Sanzo’s chi beside him, he opened his eyes and sat up. Eyes searching even as he reached for the monocle on the table top beside him, Hakkai spied Sanzo at the door. Slipping the glass into place over his eye, the brunet slid from the bed and joined him in peering out a crack in the door.
(-Now what, never any peace-)
Gojyo and Goku were padding down the hall clad in towels toward the baths, talking lowly to each other.
“Tart. What does he see in him?” The blond pulled the door shut and stood brooding in his birthday suit.
(-saved me, can laugh like a child, spilled blood, protect him, wounded, so wounded-)
“Goku has discovered sex. It’s natural to ask Gojyo, who’s most prolific in that area.”
“He’s not asking anything like that.” Sanzo was silent a moment, head bowed, the pale, tender nape of his neck peeping through blond strands. “He’s saying… ‘teach me’, ‘show me’. He wants the damned kappa to teach him.”
“...He’s not asking about women?”
(-Loved her-)
“No. At least, not from what I’m getting.”
(-He knows, the little one knows-)
“Goku... is more perceptive than we know.”
Drooping pansy colored eyes looked back at him, catching the tone of the brunet’s voice. “Spit it out.”
(-Where is my little one, would have loved him, raised him, taboo and all, loved her that much, didn’t care, just LOVED her-)
“This may have to do with us.”
“It’s none of their business.”
“Goku hates secrets more than anything.”
(-Secrets, secrets, I know all your secrets-)
“What secret? It’s no one’s business except ours.”
“You don’t think this might be considered a secret? He won’t understand.”
“What’s there to understand? He’s just a stupid monkey.”
(-He’s a little one, protect the little one-)
Emerald eyes narrowed as a wiggle of irritation made itself known. “Then why do your eyes follow a stupid monkey? Sanzo.”
The blond head turned away. “Cheh. Your personality is getting worse.”
(-The little one- why him-)
“Perhaps it’s Gojyo rubbing off on me.” Taking the one step needed forward, Hakkai slipped his arms around his lover’s waist. A wet tip brushed against the back of his hand, and the group driver ignored it for the time being.
(-Why him, WHY HIM-)
“Don’t even think it.” The priest relaxed back against him bit by bit. When he had relaxed as much as he ever did, Hakkai’s hand went searching down Sanzo’s body until it reached its destination and began stroking, long elegant fingers curled around a flushed hardness. Sanzo’s breath came quicker in response, and his head tilted back as one hand came to rest on the one supporting him around the waist.
(-WHY THEM-)
“Goku’s been very active since that first time considering how small the amount of personal time he has is. How many times have I had to do this for you now?” The brunet teased softly.
“Shut up.”
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