Title: Bubbles Down The Drain
Rating: T
Warnings: Suggestive crack?
Word Count: 354
AN: Based on my Saiyuki comm. question about Ukoku/Nii.
He watched silently as the thick lather slipped over his fingers and splattered wetly against the porcelain rim of the sink. Rubbing the pad of his thumb against his forefinger he calmly observed the change as the transparent, sticky liquid turned a creamy white, the opaqueness somehow less than comforting. Raising his fingers he sniffed the mess tentatively and then touched it to the tip of his tongue--musky, maybe even a bit fruity if he had to choose some form of descriptor for it.
Shrugging he smeared more of the liquid across his fingers and rubbed them back and forth a few times until they started their slow transformation into the heady whiteness he had experimented with a moment ago. It'd be interesting, when Koumyou came home and looked him over, all sticky and primed to go. He smiled crookedly and wondered what the other man would think at his 'experiment' as he was starting to call it. Yes, it would definitely be interesting.
Sliding his fingers through the shorter hairs he tugged just hard enough to get a reaction, hissing slightly as his nails slipped across the skin accidentally, scrapping some of the more tender flesh buried beneath them. He wasn't adverse to pain though, he actually kind of liked it. Smiling openly at the sensation of being so open, so exposed, he looked around for a hand towel to wipe his sticky hand with, jumping just a tiny bit when he heard the door open and Koumyou's quick in take of breath.
There was a moment of absolute stunned silence, and then the older Sanzo broke the silence that was hanging so thickly between them.
"Really, Ukoku, spiky hair was so last season."
And damn it if he didn't think somewhere in the back of his mind, I'll never wear my hair like this again as Koumyou hid a chuckle and watched him spend the next twenty minutes trying to scrub the hair gel out of his hair.
Fin.
