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Craving Touch

Chapter 2

By: eternalsailorsolarwind

 

Disclaimer: Owned by Minekura Kazeuya. I just play with her characters for fun.

 

A/N: It seems Gojyo has something to say about this too. The one-shot has become a continuation. Who knew? Hints of Gojyo/Hakkai.

 

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Flicking his Zippo, Gojyo lit his cigarette, inhaling and feeling the first rush of smoke in his lungs. Stuffing the lighter into his pocket, the kappa leaned against the pillar of the porch of the inn the Sanzo-ikkou had stayed at the night before. Hakkai had put his foot down, and the group would be remaining here for another day - mostly to take care of “household” chores, such as laundry and supply shopping. Gojyo didn't mind the break; there were a couple of pretty waitresses he could check out while he was in town…..

 

The cigarette suddenly turned to ashes in his mouth. The thought was habit, but he didn't really feel like going out and getting laid. Not by one of those waitresses, anyway. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, he hawked and spit, trying to get rid of the sick taste in his mouth.

 

“Yare, yare, Gojyo. What will the townspeople think of us?” asked Hakkai mildly, startling Gojyo with his silent approach.

 

“Heh, who cares what they think?” asked Gojyo with his usual grin, taking another drag from his cigarette. Turning to face his best friend, Gojyo ran an appraising eye over him, trying to judge his mood.

 

More relaxed, if anything, he decided. Yesterday, the healer had been practically vibrating from the tension in his muscles. Today, he was closer to whatever passed for normal for Hakkai. There were some shadows still around those green eyes, but there had been shadows there for the entire time Gojyo had known the converted youkai. His spending the night with Hakkai had done its usual job, it seemed. Satisfied for the moment, Gojyo blew out a smoke ring, playfully directing it towards Hakkai, knowing that the other man will call him on it.

 

“Gojyo?” asked Hakkai, waving the smoke away with a slight frown.

 

“It's nothing. You gonna do the shopping?” Replied Gojyo, unable to keep the smirk out of his voice. Teasing his best friend could be fun - to a point. After that, you had to be careful, or that sharp tongue of his might take the skin right off you.

 

“Yes, the inn will do our laundry for us,” agreed Hakkai, pausing for a moment. “And Sanzo wanted to be alone.”

 

With a shrug, Gojyo pushed himself upright. “I'll go along then, give you a hand. I sure don't want to hang around with the shitty monk being all pissy.”

 

They left, Gojyo falling in a step behind to watch over his friend. It seemed that the time he'd spent with Hakkai last night really had paid off. The healer was about as relaxed as he ever was, though still going out of his way to not be touched by anyone - Gojyo included. The hanyou sighed, it was always like this.

 

He didn't understand how anyone could not want to be touched. Gojyo knew he was a sensualist - he loved to touch and be touched. That was the reason he fought with Goku in the jeep, slung an arm over the pissy monk's shoulder whenever he got the chance, and flirted with pretty girls along the way. He couldn't stand to not be touched.

 

Which is why he used any excuse to touch Hakkai. Gojyo couldn't stand to see what his best friend was doing to himself by denying himself touch. He turned into a tight, tense wreck that snipped at everyone - while pretending to be perfectly fine and dandy. At least, that's how it started out.

 

Now…now he just wanted to touch Hakkai for the sake of touching Hakkai. It was an addiction; like needing a cigarette. He was starting to crave touching Hakkai. Even now, his hands itched with the need to reach out and touch that smooth, pale skin. To feel the silky softness of that rich brown hair running through his fingers. He wondered, briefly, what Hakkai's lips tasted like.

 

The thought brought Gojyo up short. What the fuck? He did not just think that. His eyes slid over to Hakkai, who had continued on. The same thoughts surfaced again, this time with an accompanying rush of heat through his body. Well, shit. Where the hell had that come from?

 

He did not fall for his best friend somewhere along the way of this fucked-up field trip west. He did not want to kiss his Hakkai breathless. He did not want to spend long, hot, slick nights learning every inch of the converted youkai's body.

 

Fuck it all to hell, yes he did. He wanted it all.

 

“Gojyo? Is something wrong?” Hakkai called back to him questioningly.

 

He caught up to Hakkai, cursing himself under his breath. What the hell was he supposed to do now?