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Craving Touch

Chapter 8

by: eternalsailorsolarwind AKA youkai_girl

 

Disclaimer: Saiyuki and all of its characters are owned by Minekura Kazuya, her Japanese publishers, and Tokyopop. I just write fanfics with her characters.

 

A/N: Once again, many thanks to compli_cait for the beta. Okay, so this was supposed to be a side story, but worked out better as part of the main story itself. Definite lemon alert for this chapter, as Gojyo and Hakkai finally get their act together. There is a slight bit of drama, however.... Shifting perspectives.

 

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“Come on, Hakkai. I'm fine. It's been a month, and its not like I haven't been fighting youkai along with the rest of you.” Gojyo leaned back in his chair and put his feet up. He pulled out his pack and lighter, fishing for his last remaining cigarette.

 

As he lit up, relishing that first rush of nicotine, his eyes caught the healer's. If after over four weeks spent recuperating (with near-perpetual blue balls) and several long battles he still wasn't “fit,” he never would be. Had he not known better, the hanyou could have dismissed the converted youkai's reluctance to pronounce him healed enough to move forward in their relationship as sheer nerves. But he did know better.

 

The last four weeks had been a steady progression from strained silence on both their parts to nearly dry humping the day before. His touch-phobic best friend suddenly couldn't keep his hands to himself. Not that Gojyo minded in the least.

 

Green eyes took on a considering look. “Perhaps you are healed at that. But I would like to make sure first.”

 

Pinching off the end of the cigarette so he could finish it later, Gojyo smothered a grin. His nightly examinations by Hakkai, though they always started out as proper medical procedures, they no longer ended that way. Once the doctor was satisfied, the man came out to play. And he was all for playing.

 

Rather than keep either of them waiting, the redhead got up and crossed to his bed, stripping off his shirt before he laid down. He did smile this time as those green eyes darkened to the color of fresh-cut pine: a sure sign that his best friend was getting excited.

 

The kappa's chest was still wrapped in gauze, even if it was mostly just there as a reminder to be careful. There was only a thin pad under the wrapping, in case the angry red seam of his wound opened and bled. He made a show of getting himself comfortable, finally pillowing his head on his hands to keep his arms out of the healer's way.

 

The amusement in the green eyes showed the hanyou that his efforts were noticed - and appreciated. He began his examinations as he always did, taking the redhead's temperature and checking his reflexes. There was a new twist on taking his pulse, however; Hakkai gently placed his hand directly over the beating heart to count the beats. The slight coolness of the other man's hand seeped through his bandages, causing the taller man to shiver slightly.

 

“Heart function normal,” murmured the converted youkai. “That's a good sign.”

 

Opening his mouth to make a joke, Gojyo was surprised to suddenly have his lips occupied by Hakkai's. He managed to groan as a hot, wet tongue slid along his own. Reaching up, his fingers knotted into the mink-soft hair to keep the brunette right where he was. After several long minutes, just as he was about to pull his best friend down on top of him, the healer pulled back slightly.

 

“Lung function normal.” Hakkai's voice was breathless. “An even better sign.”

 

“Stop teasing,” the kappa grumbled, his fingers still in that rich brown hair. He let his thumb just brush the outer shell of a sensitive ear, causing the other man to shudder.

 

“Hai hai,” agreed the converted youkai, humor in his tone. “Let me check the wound itself. Sit up, please.”

 

The clever hands that the redhead had secretly admired for years deftly unwound the gauze from his torso before removing the thin pad laying over the lengthy scar. The raised, slightly puckered line of skin was still a fading red - not yet the white of scar tissue. Green eyes stared at it, judging the still-healing wound. “It's as healed as I can reasonably expect it to be, given all of your bad habits.”

 

Chuckling softly, red eyes met green. “But I've been a good boy, Doc.”

 

“Indeed,” replied the healer with a small smile. “Let me finish my examination, and then we'll discuss your 'reward'”.

 

Grinning, the kappa settled himself more comfortably. The word “examination” had become much less clinical over the last few weeks, and were starting to border on the pornographic. Playing doctor had never been so much fun. To be fair, his best friend did start out with the more medically approved tests, like checking his reflexes. The redhead's knees dutifully twitched when tapped.

 

The brunette surprised Gojyo this time. Cool fingers slid up the bared torso, causing him to shiver and his nipples to harden. A fractional increase of the ever-present smile was followed by a gentle caress of the newly-sensitized flesh, bringing them to hard, aching nubs. The hanyou sighed, a soft, pleased sound.

 

Rolling, twisting, pinching; his nipples were gently tortured, sending shocks straight to his groin. The hanyou arched, seeking friction to relieve the throbbing in his now-erect cock. Frustrated, he groaned.

 

“One more little test,” murmured Hakkai, his head descending. The red eyed man felt a hot, wet tongue slide across his nipple before lips closed around it and suckled hungrily.

 

“Nnngh...Hakkai!” Gojyo grabbed for the brunette, who deflected him, mouth still busy.

 

A small chuckle escaped the converted youkai as he raised his head slightly, tongue still teasing hardened nubs. One hand made its way down the leanly muscled chest, sliding between two jean-clad legs to find the hardness waiting for him. “Maa maa, Gojyo. It seems you are truly healed after all.”

 

“Finally,” breathed the hanyou, his hands snapping up to find purchase in the healer's tunic and pulling him down on him. “Waited long enough.”

 

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Green eyes widened as Hakkai suddenly fell forward, landing on his best friend's - soon to be lover's - body. He relished the warmth of the man beneath him, a novel sensation for him to be this close to anyone. The kappa quickly rolled them both over, so that the redhead was on top. A hot mouth descended on his; nibbling, suckling, demanding entrance.

 

Opening his mouth to meet the unspoken request, his tongue dueled for dominance with the welcome invader; each brush of the two sending electric sparks straight to his groin. A groan escaped the brunette as he again tasted the hanyou: a peppery, smoky flavor that had him deepening the kiss, wanting more. It was Gojyo who pulled back first, pressing softer kisses across the converted youkai's jaw and throat.

 

Every kiss kindled new fire in the healer's veins. Hands sliding over his clothed body made him ache for the sensation of skin on skin. It had been so long since he'd felt this way; he'd forgotten what to do next.

 

“You, my friend, are entirely overdressed,” a deep voice whispered in his ear, reading his increasingly disjointed mind. “Let's take care of that right now.”

 

Hakkai was quickly stripped, frenzied fingers learning the new terrain suddenly laid bare. So lost in the sensations that the redhead was evoking, playing his body like a virtuoso, that the brunette had completely forgotten the scar on his abdomen until fingers ran gently along it. He stiffened, though his body continued to sing with growing pleasure. His body trembled as it awaited his brain's decision: stop or go forward.

 

A kiss on the center of the scarred skin soothed his troubled soul. Red eyes glanced up to meet green as pink lips again pressed gently on the white tissue. Knowledge and acceptance were in those eyes, but Gojyo had known the truth about him since the beginning.

 

“It doesn't make you any less, you know. The scar, I mean,” rumbled the kappa, dropping another soft kiss to the knot of flesh. “Sure, it's always gonna be a reminder, like my...like other things. You're more than just that scar. And the people that matter - the ones who know you - don't care that you have it, or how you got it.”

 

Reaching out, the converted youkai threaded his fingers through that gorgeous crimson hair. It was amazing, really, how often his best friend managed to astonish him. He chuckled softly as Gojyo leaned into the touch, as if the other man was being petted. “Sanzo had it right all those years ago. Red is the color of fire and passion. Two qualities you have in abundance. I only see life when I look at you now.”

 

He saw something indefinable shift in those eyes before the kappa surged forward to claim his mouth in a heated kiss that left him breathless and alive all the way to his toes. In the blink of an eye, the hanyou was back where he had been, kissing the scar. Fingers slid farther south, dancing delicately along a lean thigh, causing the healer to grunt in surprise. The action was more erotic than expected, and his erection twitched in response. He suddenly wanted something he could neither explain nor understand how to ask for.

 

A gasp escaped him as warm fingers slid up his penis from root to head before grasping him firmly. The heat alone from the hand that held him so carefully was enough to cause the green-eyed man to shudder. A few gentle strokes were too much after so long without, and he climaxed with a soft cry.

 

Gojyo gentled him, talented hands stroking his trembling thighs while the brunette came down from his first orgasm in years, gulping air. Hakkai barely took in the hanyou cleaning him of his hot, sticky release until a wet tongue swirled carefully around the head of his dick, causing it to begin hardening again.

 

Watching himself be devoured by the kappa's greedy mouth, eyes the color of flame caught his attention. Desire and love burned in those red depths, and the converted youkai found himself becoming lost in them.

 

A warm, slick fingertip gently probing at his entrance brought the brunette up short, and he tensed, briefly wondering when the other man had grabbed the lube. The finger stilled, then began to circle the tight ring of muscle until it relaxed, allowing the digit to sink in to the first knuckle. The converted youkai whimpered at the strangeness of the intrusion, muscles tightening around it. The cool gel of the lube touched him just before Gojyo swallowed his cock, making him cry out and relax enough for the finger to slide father inside him.

 

The healer watched that red head bob over his penis, distracting him from the finger working inside to stretch him for what was to come. Pushing back against the intrusion experimentally, he moaned as he was rewarded with a stab of pleasure.

 

A chuckle rumbled to his ears. “So that's where it is. Good to know.”

 

More cool gel, and a slight sting as a second finger was added; the green-eyed man felt his legs draw up of their own accord: better to push against those fingers fucking him. His body relaxed, accepting the kappa's fingers, wanting - needing - more. Desire, locked away for years, burst free, making the converted youkai reach for his weeping cock, stroking it in time with the triple digits sliding inside him.

 

His best friend gently batted his hand away from his erection. “Sorry, 'Kai, but the next time you come, it's gonna be 'cause I'm in you.”

 

Hakkai whined, wanting his release; wanting the redhead to fuck him.

 

Another chuckle, and the whisper of denim sliding down skin floated to the healer as Gojyo leaned up to kiss him hard, the faint taste of himself still lingering along the tongue twining desperately with his. Distracted by the kiss, the healer tightened instinctively as a hot, thick object bumped against his prepared entrance. After a heartbeat, realizing what it was, the converted youkai relaxed, opening himself to the hanyou's cock.

 

Inch by inch, that bone-hard thickness worked its way into him, his body alternately gripping and relaxing with each forward movement. The brunette's body sang with both pain and pleasure until his best friend was balls-deep within him. They panted in time together, and green-eyed man looked up at the man who was now his lover.

 

Every muscle stood out, tight with tension as the other man held himself still, waiting for the body beneath him to be ready for him to move. To accept the heady mix of lust and love that flowed in those red eyes. Trusting him with every thing he had to give, Hakkai reached up and tugged Gojyo down to kiss him deeply.

 

As his tongue slid into the hanyou's mouth, the brunette rocked back against the kappa, causing them both to break the kiss with a groan. Jewel-toned eyes locked as the redhead began to carefully move inside the converted youkai.

 

Lips met again, briefly, before moving on to taste sweat-dampened skin. Nibbling, sucking, licking, biting, until the green-eyed man thought he would be driven mad with sensation. His cock, trapped between their sweat-slicked bodies, was crying out in pleasure with every movement they made.

 

The kappa sped up the rhythm of his thrusts, pulling the healer along willingly, meeting each one with lustful abandon. Lost in the haze of desire, moans, and groans, unknown words tumbled from the brunette lips as his legs locked around his lover's hips.

 

A well-timed thrust hit that spot again, and the converted youkai saw stars, a whimper escaping him. Strong hands grasped his hips, holding him in place so each thrust angled into the same place over and over.

 

“Hakkai,” begged a harsh whisper in his ear, “Please...!”

 

As if given permission, the brunette came, his orgasm slamming into him like a fist. His cock spurted between them, sticky fluid covering their chests and abdomen. His ass clenched rhythmically around the hanyou's dick deep inside him. “Gojyo!”

 

A choked, inarticulate cry answered him, and his lover drove frantically into him, cock spasming with his release.

 

Slowly, the thrusts came to a stop, and the kappa collapsed onto him. The redhead panted in his ear for a minute, trying to catch his breath. Pressing his face into the join of Gojyo's neck and shoulder, the brunette attempted to calm his own rapid breathing, inhaling the other man's musky scent with every breath.

 

After a minute, the hanyou slid from the healer's body, nipping playfully at an earlobe as he settled next to the converted youkai. Hakkai allowed himself to be pulled into his lover's embrace. As strong, warm arms wrapped around him, the green-eyed man realized that for the first time in years, he was not craving the touch of another. His need was finally quiet - for the moment.

 

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Comfortable in the afterglow, Gojyo marveled as he held his new lover in his arms. He'd fucked around plenty in his life, but he'd never had a lover before. Hell, before Hakkai, there'd never been a best friend either. Kind of made sense to him that the converted youkai would be both for him.

 

Almost of their own accord, the kappa's hands slid over the healer, soothing and gentling him. Tension from overused muscles caused them to twitch under his touch, and the redhead knew he needed to get them both down to the bathhouse before muscles seized altogether. The brunette made a soft sound, and the hanyou kissed a shoulder, hands never stopping. The touches were sensual, yet not designed to arouse.

 

They'd come full circle, the red eyed man realized. He still offered the other man what he needed to survive - even if what that was had changed slightly - and Hakkai still accepted what he needed only from him. Understandably pleased with their arrangement, he suggested a soak to keep them from stiffening up.

 

“'Sides, I don't want to get shot at if his Unholiness decides to send the saru to look for us or something.”

 

Grinning as the brunette hurriedly got up from the bed, the hanyou whispered about what else the bathhouse was good for. He wasn't disappointed when green eyes darkened again with desire, silently urging the redhead to hurry.

 

The more things change....