A/N: My first Saiyuki fic (I know, how LATE!). Inspired by that scene of Hakkai and Gojyo in the Taoist town (Saiyuki Reload; sorry, it's midnight and I'm too tired to recall the volume and chapter). There are numerous slashy hints on Sanzo and Goku (no, not Konzen and Goku, as I view it), but oddly enough, I'm good with it the way it is and I don't wanna take it any further than that, but Hakkai and Gojyo? Oh god yes.
"Just afraid my daughters would fall prey to uncle Gojyo"
Hakkai turned around and leaned back against the rail, much like Gojyo, only his back was straight. In the changing light of the sunset, his eyes were still unaffectedly green. Like Gojyo's red.
Oh.
What?
You've cut it.
So?
Just an observation, Gojyo-san.
Quit that.
Observating?
The freaking san.
I'll try.
"So, daughters?"
Hakkai turned towards him, but his head was kept low, and his eyes were almost hidden, save for a green gleam.
"Would that mean that I should worry about my sons too?"
Gojyo huffed.
"Talking as if you've got kids to worry over already"
Hakkai laughed. It sounded odd. For the first time after a long while, it sounded odd.
"I haven't got anything to worry over for a long time"
"Figures"
Hakkai turned his face towards the sky, and the green irises were covered behind his eyelids. Gojyo exhaled.
Green and red. What a sappy combination.
It was the first thing I saw when I woke up.
What?
A red curtain.
...
I thought I was dead. And that that was payment. Then it became atonement, and later...
What?
Nothing.
"So you don't now either, do you?"
Hakkai opened his eyes.
"What?"
"Have anything to worry over?"
He turned then, and in the silence of the arriving evening and the departing of the people around them, slowly stared into Gojyo's eyes. Gojyo had no idea how it was happening slowly, 'cause nothing did seem to move. He did not seem to move.
He didn't move when Gojyo took one step towards him. Somehow, the current distance between them was satisfying Gojyo.
"Does it matter?"
"Depends"
Hakkai looked at him some more, and there was a cryptic, however light, crease between his eyebrows, and Gojyo almost knew what was in his eyes at the moment, and he almost didn't know what it was. But Hakkai didn't ask what it depended on, and Gojyo spoke no more words.
They moved at the same time, as if synchronised by some mysterious force of irony, Gojyo's face towards Hakkai's, and Hakkai's away from his.
He halted, breathing just a bit faster.
And then when their skin touched, rough and scarred, Hakkai didn't move away. He didn't move.
One of his arms went to Hakkai's waist and stayed there, the other on the rail, and he stood almost still, his cheek pressed against Hakkai's, his forehead against his hair, his breaths coming out in warm puffs against his throat. He stood almost still, at ease, aroused and gentle, for a while.
"C'm on", he sighed, "The monkeys are probably starving"
He picked up the groceries and started walking.
