Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki or any of the characters. That honor belongs to Kazuya Minekura.
"I'm supposed to be washing out our clothes." A shaky sigh escaped Hakkai's lips.
"So?" One long finger traced the outside of Hakkai's ear. "I'm supposed to be collecting firewood."
"But, there's only weeping willow trees near the lake." Mouths whispering against each other, breaths mingling. "How are you going to collect kindling or firewood if there are no dead trees around?" A flick of a hot tongue against waiting lips. Night birds began their hunting, their calls echoing around the little lake.
Gojyo backed Hakkai up against a weeping willow. The bark of the tree biting into Hakkai's back as the drooping branches hid them from prying eyes. Bracing his arm next to Hakkai's head, Gojyo let his other hand wander. Over Hakkai's smooth throat, tracing muscles and bones that he could feel, snaking under Hakkai's green tunic shirt to touch the skin on Hakkai's back.
"Don't worry. I'm sure I'll think of something." Teeth tugging at Gojyo's sensitive earlobes. Gojyo moved his head, tilting it, giving Hakkai better access to his skin.
"Do you think," A nuzzle along Gojyo's jawline. "Sanzo will be angry that it's taking us so long to do the chores?" Taking a deep breath, Hakkai let Gojyo's scent fill his nose, reveling in the mixture of leather, smoke and cucumber melon shampoo that was one of Gojyo's guilty pleasures.
"Don't know, don't care." Sucking Hakkai's bottom lip in his mouth, Gojyo nibbled a bit. He loved the sounds Hakkai made. A little gasp, a long moan. Letting go of Hakkai's lip, Gojyo licked at the corners of his lover's mouth, making Hakkai chase Gojyo for the kiss. It was a game that they both loved.
Hands whispering their way under Gojyo's shirt. "Do you remember our first kiss?" Hakkai quietly asked. Finding new scars and tracing old ones; the play of muscles under Hakkai's fingertips as Gojyo moved sensuously against him. Spreading his legs wider so Gojyo could get closer to him, Hakkai splayed his fingers over Gojyo's broad back.
"Hell, yes." Gojyo's fingers worked at the laces at Hakkai's collar. "We had been traveling for about six months and stayed the night at a gaudy hotel for couples." Laces free, Gojyo opened Hakkai's shirt, exposing his collarbone. Leaving a trail of wet kisses against Hakkai's skin, Gojyo kissed his way to the hollow of Hakkai's throat, dipping his tongue in that delicious hollow, the taste of Hakkai's warm skin making Gojyo ache to taste more of Hakkai's soft skin.
"I managed to convince you to climb in that big tub with me." Hips danced against each others, their bodies crying out for more. "When you walked in that hotel room, you looked so frightened and unsure. My stomach was in knots, trying to figure how you felt about me. For so long, sitting behind you while you drove, I'd watch this one little spot of skin on the back of your neck, wondering how it would taste against my tongue, my lips and my hands."
Hakkai's head went back at those sinful words from Gojyo. With just his words and his touch, Gojyo was quickly turning Hakkai into a mass of feelings and emotions. Gojyo's voice had dropped to almost a growl, the sound of it, making Hakkai's blood run hot.
"Tell me more."
"I kept my eyes closed so you wouldn't turn and run but I could hear everything. The soft padding of your bare feet as you came into the bathroom, the sound of you taking your jeans off and when you stepped into the tub, my mind went wild. I imagined you, nude, water up over the scar on your belly, as you tried to get comfortable." Gojyo knelt in front of Hakkai and tugged up the shirts that Hakkai wore, exposing his scar. Ghosting his hand over the scar, Gojyo murmured words that Hakkai couldn't make out but they made him feel loved and cherished.
Soft kisses rained over the jagged scar, making Hakkai gasp and thread his fingers through Gojyo's hair. His scar had been a horrid reminder of what he had gone through after Kanan died. Hating to look at it, Hakkai would get dressed in the dark, never looking at it unless he absolutely had to. One night, after he had been living with Gojyo for about a year, Gojyo had asked to see the scar. Hakkai had lifted his shirt and Gojyo lightly ran his fingers over the jagged edges, sending strange shivers up and down Hakkai's skin. Looking deep into Hakkai's eyes, Gojyo told Hakkai that the scar was kind of a bond between them. Later, thinking back on that night, Hakkai realized that Gojyo was the first person since Kanan died that had touched him.
Inching Hakkai's shirts upwards, Gojyo kissed and nipped his way up Hakkai's chest. "I opened my eyes when I was sure that everything you would want covered, was covered and then, I moved next to you." Gojyo stopped kissing Hakkai as he pulled the shirts over Hakkai's head, Hakkai doing the same with Gojyo's shirt. "When I was 14, I was living in a barn. A farmer hired me to help out with chores. That winter was fucking cold and even though the barn was drafty, it was warmer than staying outside in the winter."
His heart skipping a beat, Hakkai stilled his hands on Gojyo's body. Although the two of them lived together for almost three years before going on this journey and they'd been on the road for a year, Hakkai still didn't know a lot about Gojyo's life before he'd met him. He knew all about his mother, of course but Gojyo never talked about how he'd survived after Jien killed her. Moving his arms up and surrounding Gojyo's neck, Hakkai made little noises in the back of his throat, pulling Gojyo's head down on his shoulder.
"There was a little rabbit that used to come into the barn that winter and I wanted so badly to keep it as a pet. I would sit for hours, just waiting for this little thing to trust me enough to come over to me. I cut up carrots and other vegetables, putting them in a dish and every night, I sat in that barn and waited." Gojyo smiled against Hakkai's neck. "I never did get him to come over to me. That's what you reminded me of that day. That little frightened rabbit." Sunset red eyes met green ones. "Your eyes were so huge and so wary and I was terrified of doing something that would make you get out of that tub and run away."
"Oh Gojyo. If you only knew what was going through my mind while we were in that room, you wouldn't have worried." Hakkai barely got the last word out and Gojyo's mouth was on his own, consuming him.
The world disappeared as Hakkai kissed Gojyo. He could only focus on Gojyo's hand that had come up and lay on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. The touch of Gojyo's mouth sliding against his own, that hot, wet, sinful tongue rubbing against his own as if Gojyo was tasting him, the silky whisperings of Gojyo's locks tumbling over his shoulder and onto Hakkai's shoulder. Letting out the breath that he'd been holding, Hakkai melted into Gojyo, his knees brushing Gojyo's knees, their hips moving against each other as if they were dancing.
Slanting his mouth over Hakkai's again and again, Gojyo poured his every feeling, every thought that he'd never been able to tell Hakkai, into that kiss. All the times his stepmother screamed at him for just being alive. The times when he was a teenager, his belly clenching in fear as he stole food to keep alive.
Threading his fingers through blood red locks, Hakkai tugged Gojyo closer. If the world ended now, Hakkai knew he could die a happy man. Gojyo meant everything to him. Hope, love, warmth, and most importantly, a home. They had no permanent home but wherever Gojyo was, that's where Hakkai's home was. Breaking the kiss, Hakkai hugged Gojyo to him.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
As Hakkai kissed a spot on Gojyo's neck, their peaceful moment was shattered.
"Why can't I have a snack? It might be ages before Hakkai finishes washing the laundry and Gojyo finds firewood! I'm starving, Sanzo."
Although they were several dozen yards away from where they had made camp for the night, Goku's voice carried through the still twilight. Dropping his forehead on Hakkai's shoulder, Gojyo sighed.
Hakkai turned his head, yelling in the direction of camp. "Goku! In one of the satchels, there's a dozen meat buns! Make sure you give at least one to Sanzo!" Hakkai smiled as he heard Goku's yelp of happiness.
"That should give us at least 10 more minutes." Brushing his mouth against Gojyo's, Hakkai teased a groan out of Gojyo. "Where were we again?"
"Right about here." Gojyo slanted his mouth over Hakkai, determined to make the most of the rest of their time together.
Sanzo sighed as he watched Goku dig through the bags in the back of Jeep. More of Goku's legs were peeking out of his pants and his shoulders were straining at the seams of his shirt. There was no doubt about it. Goku was growing up.
Plunking down next to Sanzo, Goku held out a meat bun. As Sanzo went to take it, his eyes met those huge golden orbs that had started haunting his dreams. Those eyes that once had shown only childish innocence had changed into ones with an adult's knowledge. Wrapping his hand around the bun, Sanzo's fingers met Goku's. The brush of Goku's fingers against Sanzo's was so light and quick, at first Sanzo thought he'd imagined it but the blush across Goku's cheeks said otherwise.
Clearing his throat, Sanzo tried to ignore the stirring low in his belly. It might be weeks or months but soon, it would be Sanzo and Goku that would steal away from camp for a few stolen moments of their own.