Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction ❯ I never ❯ In the bathtub we go! ( Chapter 3 )

Gojyo pushed to door to their room open nearly 30 minutes later, half-dragging, half-carrying the barely conscious Hakkai with him. He'd thrown up seven more times one the way back and once in the hotel lobby, much to the dismay of the owner.

Gojyo gently lowered his charge onto the bed and went into the bathroom to fill up the bathtub. He knew that if Hakkai could get everything out of his system and take a warm bath he'd be much better off.

Setting the faucets to a comfortable temperature, he returned to the bedroom to retrieve Hakkai.

The healer seemed to be struggling with consciousness as Gojyo gently began to pull off his shoes and socks.

“ Get…off…” he whimpered, his voice soft and childlike, almost afraid.

Gojyo raised and eyebrow and cupped the younger man's cheek softly. “ Hey…it's just me. It's Gojyo, I'm not going to hurt you.”

Green eyes cracked open slowly and he gazed up at the other man. “ Gojyo…? What are you…?”

“Shh…you're going to take a bath because your covered in vomit and blood.”

The brunette made a face and winced as Gojyo gently touched the wound on his forehead. Blood streamed down his face and onto his shirt but he barely noticed. His eyelids began to fall slowly, the effort of keeping them open becoming too much of a burden.

“-kai?! Hakkai!”

He snapped his eyes open as a very concerned Gojyo swam into his vision. “ Ngh…what?”

“ Don't fall asleep yet.” Gojyo responded, lifting Hakkai's eyelid and looking at his pupil. “ I think you have a concussion.”

Hakkai made an irritated little noise but rested his chin against Gojyo's shoulder as the older man helped him take off his shirt. ( Yes! God yes! ^.^)

“ Hey Hakkai?”

“ Mmhmm?”

“ When did you get your nipple pierced?” Gojyo flicked the tiny silver ring hanging from his chest and smirked as Hakkai jumped.

“ Few years ago…”

The redhead smirked again, tucking the little piece of information away in the back of his mind for a later time.

He carefully pulled off Hakkai's jeans, leaving on his boxers for modesty purposes, (damn! >.<) and lifted him gently, walking into the bathroom to the tub.

The air was warm with steam and Gojyo leaned down, gently setting Hakkai in the tub and turning off the water.

The healer managed to stay afloat for about 3 seconds before promptly slipping under the water.

“Shit!” Gojyo jumped in the water after him, clothes and all, and dragged him back to the surface. “ You idiot! Are you trying to kill yourself?” His anger fell on deaf ears, however, as he realized Hakkai had passed out again.

He sighed heavily and rested his back against the tub, pulling Hakkai up to rest against his chest. The other man's head lolled to the side, coming to a stop against his supporter's shoulder. They sat silently for several seconds, steam drifting through the air softly.

Gojyo gently began to stroke Hakkai's hair, his long fingers carding through the mahogany locks like fine silk. He traced down the line of Hakkai's cheekbones and jaw, taking in every inch, memorizing every curve. Blood trickled down his bare chest, crimson tendrils swimming in through the water and Gojyo suddenly remembered that the cut had yet to stop bleeding.

“Damn…it probably needs stitches.” he whispered, letting his hand trail down so he could press his fingers to the underside of Hakkai's jaw to feel his pulse. It was slow and soft, but steady, so Gojyo knew there was no immediate danger. He grabbed a washcloth the was sitting next to the tub and carefully began to clean the wound. The blood washed away in coagulated clumps but revealed a gash a little less than two inches long and not very deep.

Gojyo sighed in relief, remembering reading somewhere that even small head wounds bleed like crazy when they really weren't as bad as they looked. Once the clots had been removed, however, the wound began to bleed freely, streaming down the unconscious man's face in tiny rivers.

Wetting the cloth again, Gojyo pressed it firmly to the gash, pushing Hakkai's head further into his shoulder.

There was a soft moan and the healer cracked and eye open. “ We're wet…”

“ Very perceptive.” Gojyo chided gently, pressing down a little harder on the cut. “ We were both due for a bath anyway so I figured we might as well kill two birds with one stone.”

Hakkai made a soft noise and sat up suddenly, retching over the side of the tub.

Gojyo winced unconsciously and began rubbing small circles into his back, whispering soothingly. The air went rancid with the smell of bile and partially digested alcohol but neither of them noticed. Hakkai's hands clutched the side of the tub in a white-knuckle grasp as another gag wracked his body. The muscles in his back coiled into tight knots that ran the length of his spine and across the tops of his shoulder blades.

“ Jeez Hakkai…I didn't think you could throw up anything else.”

The brunette chuckled weakly and coughed. “ Guess I like to surprise people…”

“ Yeah, well I'm surprised your not dead. Your liver should have kicked you in the ass and left.” Gojyo helped ease him back into the tub and dropped another washcloth over the mess.

Hakkai closed his eyes as the room tilted around him. Gravity seemed to take a leave of absence and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter, whimpering softly. Gentle fingers began to caress his temples and he relaxes slightly against the touch.

“ So are you going to tell me how it happened or are we going to have to play “I never” again?”

“ Tell you what?”

“ About how you slept with a man.”

Hakkai forced his eyes open slowly and focused on the shower head above them. He took a slow, deep breath and sighed. “ It was Chin Yisou.”

 

 

And the plot thickens….Review!! I thrive on it!