Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Smoke and Leather ❯ Smoke and Leather ( Chapter 1 )

1 - Green

 

Gojyo is so beautiful when he sleeps. All his attitude, his cares, his brashness wash away from him and leave his features cleanly handsome. Not for the first time, I watch him for a few stolen moments and smile.

 

Slowly, quietly, I gather up our clothes and check for damage. I remember the haste in which we had discarded them, and why.

 

I can still feel the heat of him inside me.

 

He's sprawled out now, nearly flat on his belly. One hand lies below his unscarred cheek; the other is flung across the spot I'd just vacated. His hair cascades over his powerful shoulders and half-obscures his profile in a wash of crimson. The twin scars upturned to the night seem to scream against his delicate features.

 

I smile at myself. I usually don't think of Gojyo as delicate in any way. But tonight, as he's lying there on his belly, I find myself thinking all sorts of unexpected things.

 

My body seems to like where my thoughts are exploring.

 

There has been a continuing tension between us, ever since I fell across his path so long ago. It never seemed to grow into a real question, though. Seme and uke seemed so well defined, with his greater size and strength and my “pretty face”. But tonight... I feel a roguish smile curl my lip. It feels oddly satisfying.

 

As I entertain some (for me) highly unusual thoughts, the faint scent of leather and cherry blossoms drifts past my awareness. Could it be that in some past life, Gojyo and I shared every intimacy as equals? No barriers, no pretences, no false definitions. Just us.

 

I feel the lack of sleep weighing me down, and I let my eyes nearly close. In this half-dream state, I can feel a cigarette in my hand, smell the smoke of it rising into the air. I let the fantasy play itself out, as there's nothing more pressing for me to attend to.

 

The lithe, muscular form on the bed stirs, as though hearing a call to wake. He rolls over onto his back, one arm flung over his eyes, the rest of him bared to my inspection.

 

I smile at the sight of him. He is everything to me, always has been. My tiger, my warrior. My general. He of the sunset eyes, promising star-filled nights of endless passion. He who smells of smoke and sweat and sex, and sometimes of leather and cherry blossoms too.

 

“Sleep.” I breathe the word like a prayer, a wish, and he obeys, drifting back down into his own dreams. His chest rises, falls, rises, falls, the rhythm steady and deep.

 

An idea is forming in my mind, a new sort of idea that might solve one old problem. If Gojyo believes that somehow my power limiter is holding me back, that it denies him a part of me, I may have just found a way around it. Smiling to myself, I find Gojyo's headband among our discarded clothing and carry it to the head of the bed.

 

The bed frame is old and shabby, but it looks sturdy enough. Moving carefully so as not to wake him, I slip the headband through the frame, then raise Gojyo's hands above his head. He snorts in his sleep and shifts a little; I work quickly to fasten his wrists together, bound securely to the bed.

 

Then I bring my own headband into play, slipping it over my lover's fluttering eyelids.

 

“Hakkai?” Gojyo mutters, not quite awake. Then he seems to notice that he is not only restrained, but blindfolded as well. Every muscle tightens as he tests the bonds. “This isn't funny, Hakkai! Hakkai? Goku, if that's you, I swear to all the gods -”

 

I can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up over Gojyo's threats. “No, it's only me, Gojyo.” The sight of him, nude and helpless, put me back in that odd state from earlier, and I smile.

 

I sit on the edge of the bed and regard my lover with fresh admiration. His long, lean body looks ready for a fight, though it was clearly outmatched by two lengths of cloth. Idly I trail my hand across one knee and up, tickling the inner curve of his powerful thigh.

 

His breath catches. “Hakkai, what are you doing?”

 

“What do you think I'm doing, Gojyo?” On impulse, I add, “I'm fulfilling your wildest fantasy. You think I've been hiding something from you, that you're missing out on some part of me, isn't that right, Gojyo? You think if you can just get my limiter off, everything will be the way you want it to be. You think my limiter is holding something back from you, something you want.”

 

He says nothing now, though I can tell he's listening very closely.

 

I tighten the blindfold, then lean close to his ear. “I'll give you what you want, Gojyo. There's only one catch. The blindfold stays on until I take it off.”

 

I am surprised by my own excitement. Until that moment, I hadn't even considered actually taking my limiter off, but for one brief lunatic second I did think about it. Fortunately for everyone, that second passed.

 

Then I realize: if he's listening, he'll know I'm bluffing.

 

And then I feel the cool smoothness of metal beneath my palm. Three tiny coins, perhaps shaken from our clothing, perhaps an answer to my prayers. I close my hand over them as I lean down to kiss Gojyo on the lips.

 

The passion with which he returns the kiss startles me. My free hand trails down his chest, over his belly, and down to grasp his hardness for just a moment. He thrusts up into my hand, and I smile against his mouth. Slowly I begin to kiss my way downward, my fingers renewing their assault on his legs.

 

Gojyo moans, and I know that the restraints are only adding spice. I kneel between his thighs and caress the softer skin between, enflaming his lust with every feather-light touch. My tongue darts out to taste the bitter salt, and my own desire begs to sit astride him, to take him deep inside as we had done so many times before.

 

But another desire stirs, one that had hinted at its intentions but only now spoke them plainly. And I know that Gojyo is not expecting it.

 

I grin, unseen by my lover, and fling the three tiny coins across the room.

 

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2 - Red

 

Oh, gods - he did it.

 

In the silence I can hear my blood pounding, and my excitement withers a little. I can't see him, I can't get my hands free; what have I done? I should never have asked him to take off his limiter, or I should have demanded that he untie me first, or something rational.

 

But sex is not rational.

 

Is that the wind, or a rush of power? Why is he so quiet? Then again, Hakkai is always quiet.

 

Sharp nails rake across my inner thigh. I gasp, trying to recoil but having nowhere to go.

 

Hot breath caresses my cock, and in spite of myself I respond, raising my hips toward that heat. For a moment I imagine fangs, but only his tongue touches my straining member, licking wetly and sucking away my last shreds of defiance.

 

Then it occurs to me that, in this state, Hakkai might want something very different. “Um, Hakkai?” I whisper, not wanting to agitate but needing to clarify things.

 

“It's too late to talk, Gojyo,” comes the gutteral reply, a harsh growl that makes my stomach tremble. “Much too late. You wanted to know, you wanted all of me. Here it is.”

 

He kneels between my legs, spreading them wide.

 

I panic. “No! You can't! Hakkai, please, oh, gods…” His mouth closes around me again, and I gasp, my complaint fading.

 

“No?” he teases, licking my cock idly like a cat. “What do you want, then, Gojyo?”

 

“I want…” Gonou. Hakkai. “I want you.”

 

His hand grips me and strokes, tugging away my ability to think. My legs relax a little, and he moves closer. I can feel his heat where I have never before felt such a thing, patient yet demanding. Fear washes over me, and I have to remind myself that Hakkai loves me, and this is nothing I haven't done to him.

 

Pressure, and pain; I clench against the onslaught, but his fingers dance across my cock and my body begs for more pleasure to wash everything else away. I can hear Hakkai's breathing, harsh and low; his cock nudges me again, his fingers distract me, and I am opened.

 

I cry out, but not a sharp cry of pain. This is a low groan, pushed out of me by my lover as he forces himself deeper into me. Hurt is already changing to heat. My legs rise in belated invitation.

 

He seems so big! Hakkai's breathing is too even, too measured; my own is coming in ragged gasps with every thrust. Gods, this feels too good! I shift a little, and he slides in even further; my balls tighten in anticipation of release.

 

“Say it, Gojyo,” Hakkai rasps. “Is this what you wanted?”

 

Is it? I wanted the man behind the smile, the man with the rain-green eyes. I wanted the most honest and primal passion of his soul. I listened closely and caught a hitch in his breathing, a momentary lapse of that strict control that could keep his youkai self in check even now.

 

That control seems to be slipping. Hakkai thrusts harder, deeper, and I groan again. He isn't even touching me, and I'm about to come.

 

Then he stops, holding perfectly still. Leaning down, he whispers, “Tell me this is what you wanted.”

 

“Yes,” I breathe, achingly close, hovering on the very edge of ecstasy. “Yes, Hakkai!”

 

“This is the real me, then?” Hakkai begins to thrust again, very slowly.

 

I smell cherry blossoms and cigarette smoke. Arms pulling taut against their restraints, I wrap my legs around his slender waist and pull him into me. He gasps, his control falling by the wayside. Hakkai takes me with long hard strokes, claiming me as thoroughly as I ever claimed him. He groans, and I feel sweat drip onto my chest; sodden hair trails across my face. His teeth close on my lower lip and he cries out against my mouth as he comes, his hot seed flooding me, the sensation at once utterly alien and yet wholly welcome.

 

My legs tighten around his hips, and my body clenches around his cock, but it's not enough. I'm so close I want to cry.

 

Then his hand grips me and strokes, and I gasp with each tug. Faster, faster, hand slipping and sliding across the tip, and I'm coming, clenching on him as I spray my seed into his palm. Hakkai keeps stroking, his hand slick and sticky, daring me to stop.

 

But I can't stop. The feel of him still hard inside me, the friction of his hand, everything conspires to draw from me a climax more profound than any I had ever before experienced. Hakkai drains me of every last drop of pleasure, a sensation I would have scoffed at two hours ago. It did not seem possible for a man to feel such things, yet here I am, at Hakkai's mercy, riding an unending wave that crashes and crashes without end.

 

Many moments later, he withdraws from me and moves away from the bed, leaving me to try to catch my breath. I hear him moving about, presumably finding his limiters again and maybe even getting dressed.

 

Then I hear his footsteps returning to the bed. “Are you all right, Gojyo? I didn't hurt you, did I?” He sounds normal again, his breathing quick but not so harsh.

 

“Yeah, I'm fine,” I mumble, feeling very, very sleepy.

 

Cool hands untie my wrists. I massage my forearms, then reach for the blindfold.

 

Hakkai stops me. “Remember, you promised to keep that on until I take it off.”

 

“Come on, Hakkai, I just want to get some sleep.”

 

He kisses me on the corner of the mouth. “So sleep.”