Eye of the Storm
Saiyuki
58/MA
Water and blood flowed over them, around them, through them. He could taste it in his mouth, smell it in his nose. It tinted his vision, made the blue tiles appear purple and angry. He couldn't say he didn't know how they'd ended up this way, wrapped, as they were, around the other; clinging desperately despite the clamminess of the muggy night and the heat from the shower spray. He could deny that his lips were tracing the tingling silver pinched tightly over the warm flesh. He could make any number of excuses…but he didn't. Not tonight. Not anymore.
"You know what will happen if this continues?" he heard, the puff of air carrying the warning hot on the inside of his wrist. The already damp flesh becoming that much wetter by the scorching tongue lapping at the blood and salt sloughing off under the steady down pour.
"Pretty sure I don't give a damn, 'Kai." He purred in the other's ear. His rumbling voice reverberating through Hakkai's back, pressed up against each other as they were. Nipping the first cuff off he shivered at Hakkai's throaty moan, the sound going straight to his groin.
"No," he breathed raggedly, "I'm sure I've wanted this for ages, just didn't know if I could handle it…if I could handle you, all of you and all of me and Gods I can't believe I never did this sooner." He groaned, rubbing himself along Hakkai's lean length, trying to touch everywhere at once; yearning to be touched in return.
Turning in his hold Hakkai leaned in and drew a longer tongue and sharpened teeth across Gojyo's Adam's apple.
"I can't either." He murmured against the throbbing vein along his throat. "Do you have any idea how patient I've been? How many cold showers and nightly laundry runs I've had to suffer through while you laid curled up not three feet away from me?"
Gojyo shivered at every breathy, raspy confession drawn across his flesh by mouth and teeth and claws. At this rate he'd go mad with want before they ever made it out of the shower.
"Why didn't you ever…ungh!...say anything?" he ground out behind clenched teeth, his fingers wrapped painfully tight in Hakkai's dripping hair.
"You weren't ready. I knew that, knew you needed to make up your mind first without pressure from me. You'd have gone along with it and then hated yourself in the morning before, but now…"
Gojyo thrust forward at the feel of fingers curling under the wet elastic of his shorts and choked back a frustrated cry when Hakkai retreated a bit.
"Consider it payback," he vaguely heard from somewhere around his navel. "By my calculations you better be a sex god, because now that I have you, you're never getting away."
Flashing mossy-agate eyes caught burgundy and held fast, his voice a mere sigh upon the wind, "Never again, Gojyo…." he swore softly.
Gojyo's head fell back as Hakkai dipped his head and swallowed him whole. He had an image of a storm raising, it's sandpaper winds ravishing his flesh like Hakkai's tongue, his claws shredding his defenses and eyes scorching his soul and knew it for the truth—Hakkai's love was like a Hurricane. If he was lucky and played his cards right, he'd only ever live in the blissful eye of the storm.
It was the ultimate gamble and one he fully intended to win.
~Fin.