Hey everyone!
First of all, I'm a non-native English speaker, so I'm sorry if there's any mistake.
This fic is mostly porn but I just cannot write porn and not explore Hijikata and Gintoki's relationship, which is why I put it as porn with plot instead of just PWP, because out of the 6k words the fic contains, there's 3k of smut, and 3k of scene building and dialogues haha! Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy it!
See you at the end!
'You know I could press charges, right?'. Someone scoffed.
'I mean, at this point, it's practically facial discrimination!', kept the voice going, indignantly.
'And I wasn't even drunk', he added.
'You would've ended up being at one point anyway', the voice finally answered.
'AH! Oogushi-kun, is this your way of admitting that your men were at fault when arresting me, then?'. Hijikata shook his head, ashes falling from the cigarette he was pressing between his lips.
'Well, it's not like it was the first time you passed the night at the station, Yorozuya'.
The latter frowned, 'Of course it wasn't, but I was innocent!'.
He could see the small smile creeping on the other's lips as he retorted 'For once'.
Gintoki looked at him, a fake shocked expression on his face. 'How dare you! I am an honest citizen who appears to always be dragged into your coppers' blunders, I deserve some respect, Officer!', he said, scandalised.
Hijikata didn't even bother to answer him or to look at him. He was looking straight at the road, driving the car in a still-asleep Edo quietly.
He hadn't been on duty that night and when he had come to check on the cells to see if anything had happened during his absence, he was surprised to find a familiar perm head splayed on one of the oh so uncomfortable wood benches. Perm head who immediately looked up when he felt that he was being watched and whose deadly glare quickly turned into a joyful gaze when he realised the newcomers' identity.
He quickly got up, raising his arms to the sky as a relief sign. 'Finally! I thought you would never show up, poor Gin-san was starting to believe that he was going to die here! I've got kids at home you know?!'
Hijikata raised a brow, speaking up to also be heard by the guardian outside, 'Oï, what did this one do to end up here?' The guardian came running into the room, wondering where he had messed up.
'Huh.. Oh, this one. Well, Vice-commander, he was looking suspicious, roaming around the district. Also he seemed drunk, and when the patrol tried to ask for his identity he shrugged and said that huh…' Hijikata raised his brows, waiting for the rest, a weird feeling in his guts.
'What, then, what did he say?' The officer seemed embarrassed, looking away from his superior. 'I'm waiting', repeated Hijikata, getting impatient.
The poor guardian answered quietly, a low 'He said, and I quote, that "you can't arrest me, I'm fucking your chief"
Hijikata's skin turned a bright red as he almost choked on air, dismissing the guardian quickly, not daring to look him in the eyes. He then turned towards Gintoki, and unsurprisingly, the latter was sporting a shitty grin from ear to ear. The asshole seemed proud of himself.
The Vice-Commander clicked his tongue, annoyed. He stepped closer to the bars, looking straight into the silver-haired man's eyes, saying firmly 'Come here'.
Gintoki complied, not even wavering. He was only a few steps away from him, his hair slightly dishevelled and his clothes falling, revealing his pale neck and the beginning of a collar bone.
Suddenly, Hijikata's arm was on the other side, grabbing the other man by the collar and yanking his body sharply against the cell bars, earning a loud groan from the manhandled samurai. 'Oï you don't need to be so rough', Gintoki said, grunting.
'Exhale', the other man simply said, leaving no place for arguing.
'What?', Gintoki still managed to ask.
'I said exhale', Hijikata answered again, growing visibly upset seconds by seconds. Gintoki was startled but still breathed out, curious.
He grinned again when Hijikata made a face and stepped back, his morning breath filling the air. 'Well, did I pass the test, Officer?' he asked playfully.
The other one stayed silent for a few seconds before turning around and walking away. He came back a few seconds later with a bunch of keys. He opened the door, careful to only let Gintoki out and not anyone else from the cell, but the samurai seemed to be the only one awake. It was too early for the other drunkards to be awake anyway.
They walked to the desk where the guardian was reading something, or more precisely hiding behind the newspaper, and Hijikata threw the keys on the desk and walked away.
The man looked up and was puzzled when he noticed Gintoki in his superior's wake, a shit-eating grin on his face. 'I'm taking the prisoner with me, keep doing your job', Hijikata said and they both disappeared before the guardian could actually retort.
It was how his day had started and how they had ended up in the car, Hijikata driving Gintoki back to the agency as an apology for the wanton night in the cell. It was around 6:20 AM and the night was slowly giving way to the day, the sun lazily rising, sunbeams dancing on Edo's houses' facades.
It was a pretty view, probably part of the reason why Hijikata loved to take the early morning shift. He was a morning man, after all. It was quite the opposite for the man sitting in the passenger seat.
He was uncharacteristically quiet, and for a second Hijikata thought that maybe he had fallen asleep. But when he looked up on his right he saw the silver-haired man well awake, eyes fixed over the horizon, arms crossed. He looked quite serious, like this, and for a moment, Hijikata wanted to ask him what he was thinking about. But he knew better than to ask such a stupid question. Instead, he asked another one, one that could maybe bring a sort of answer to his curious silence.
'I know you didn't drink alcohol yesterday, you didn't smell like it, so what were you doing on the streets in the middle of the night?', he said.
Gintoki's lost expression quickly turned into a more alive and present face, one that suited him better, Hijikata thought.
'What, do I need to have a reason to take a walk at night, now? Is there a curfew I wasn't made aware of, Vice-Commander? You should warn your citizens if that's so!', he answered, exuberantly.
The other man didn't say anything, so he kept going. 'Unbelievable! I really am going to press charges, I swear! Bet I would win, I could get some of that money y'all tax thieves earn without even deserving it,' he answered while gesticulating. The jet-black-haired man smacked the back of Gintoki's head, earning him an exaggerated yelp and grunting.
Though it seemed to be enough to make the man's rambling stop, the driver finally able to enjoy the silence of the empty streets. Kabukichou really was a pretty district when it was empty.
Hijikata's thoughts drifted back to Gintoki's nightly wandering again. It wasn't rare for him to go out at night, it was pretty usual, even, but he always went somewhere to drink. Yet his sense of smell did not lie, Gintoki hadn't drank last night. Plus, Hijikata had looked over the register to check on the time of the arrest, which had happened at around 2:00 am. It was too late for Gintoki to not be drunk already when leaving the bar, but it was also too early for him to leave the bar at all.
Already lost in his thoughts and carefully looking at the road, he didn't immediately notice the hand brushing the ashes away from his thighs, only feeling it when the hand moved closer to his crotch. He was taken aback, but didn't give Gintoki the satisfaction to turn his head to show his surprise.
Instead, he kept looking straight at the road, remaining as calm as ever. He knew how Gintoki would act if he ever noticed Hijikata waver.
'And what do you think you're doing exactly?' he still asked.
The silver-haired man feigned ignorance, but his hand now hovering over Hijikata's crotch betrayed his reaction. 'Nothing, Ogushi-kun, I'm just brushing the ashes off of your pants.'
'I don't see any ashes next to my dick, Gintoki, get that hand away', he simply answered.
Gintoki grunted, but was not in the least discouraged. 'See, I consider that the psychological damage I received from that night in detention deserves more than a ride back home, Vice-Commander,' he said, licking his lips.
The silver-haired man leaned closer to the driving man, his voice low and raspy, 'What about you let me suck little Hijikata while you're driving me home, huh?'
His hand was now literally groping Hijikata, making his pants tighten unpleasantly. And as heady and enticing the offer was, Hijikata was just only starting his duty and could not allow himself to lose time because Gintoki wanted to give him head. Plus, the car was approaching their destination, and as empty as the streets were, there was no way he would accept it while driving. He might be stupid and selfish sometimes, but putting civilians' lives at risk for a blowjob would be reckless, even for him.
He grabbed Gintoki's wandering hand and pulled it away, but did not release its grip on it. He drove the last kilometres like this, silently, and parked right in front of the agency. He looked around, making sure that no one was around, before turning towards Gintoki, his left hand still tightly holding the latter's right wrist. His eyes locked with the man's, and he tilted his head, kissing his boyfriend messily.
He let go of him with a last squeeze on his hand, and with dark eyes, said 'If you manage to get rid of the kids tonight, I'll see what I can do to repay the.. damages,' and with that he pushed Gintoki outside, not letting the man have the time to answer before he started the engine and left the parking.
He drove away, not able to think about anything else other than Gintoki. It actually had been a while since they'd last seen each other one-to-one. Both had jobs on their own and it had been too complicated for them to take some time off just to be together.
Actually, he hadn't been the one to be so busy, but rather that it was Gintoki who hadn't seemed to have any days off lately. Now that he thought about it, the last time they'd been together outside of a job had been right before the last important mission the Yorozuyas worked on.
Hijikata hadn't dared to ask the kids about it, not wanting to pry into something he had no business in. He had assumed that if Gintoki hadn't wanted to talk about it, then it wasn't something he was supposed to know about.
The thing was that he knew that something had happened during the mission. He had heard the kids talk about it at night when they thought they couldn't be heard. All he had been able to gather was that, somehow, it had something to do with Gintoki's past.
It was something Hijikata knew little of. However, he knew his boyfriend enough to know that whenever his past was addressed, his peace of mind was disturbed and it had to be fixed, otherwise things would blow.
Usually, he would expect Katsura to pacify that emotional wave Gintoki was going through, but the man was busy somewhere else, a rare thing for someone who always seemed to have business to do around Kabukichou. Hijikata wasn't going to complain about the Jouishishi's chief absence, but for once he could've needed his ease in proclaiming speeches to cheer Gintoki up.
Hijikata would never admit it, but he was worried. To death. A silent Gintoki was worse than anything else. Because it meant that he was lost in his thoughts, and it was never a good thing to let him dive into the memories of bloody battlefields and silent recollections in front of his fallen comrades' graves. Gintoki's mind was just like a puzzle. Sometimes a new piece joined the mess and you could never be sure whether it would reveal a dark scenery plunging him into an undefined silence, or a sweet memory lightening his mood for the next two weeks. It was like walking on eggshells, except that neither Hijikata nor Gintoki had any control over the whole thing. There was no doubt that if he could, Gintoki would leave that puzzle of his incomplete forever.
Hijikata realised that he was lost in his thoughts and shook his head to clear his mind. He
had lighted a new cigarette on his way and was quite glad to have it between his lips, the object preventing him from gnawing at his bottom lip out of worry.
It would be useless to worry about it during work, he would have time to ask the man himself later on. Right when he decided it, a voice came out of his radio asking for some backups somewhere, stopping the man from exploring his thoughts further. He turned the wheel and braced himself, ready for some warm-up and action. He would try to have his evening off, so that he could try to talk with Gintoki if he still had some energy left after what the man had hinted at.
A few hours, a fresh shower, and two minor injuries later, Hijikata was finally at the Yorozuya Agency's door. He had finished work later than expected and the night had already fallen on Edo. He wasn't sure what to expect when he knocked on the door before pushing it open, apprehension coiling in his guts, but he knew that he would surely be disappointed if the kids ended up being here.
He knew that it wouldn't be Gintoki's fault if they slept here, and it was still their – at least Kagura's – home before being Hijikata's. Still, the Vice-Commander would totally blame the silver-haired man for teasing him in the morning and finally not being able to hold on to his promise.
However, the raven-haired man's worries were quickly dissipated when he heard hasty footsteps coming from the living room. The remnants vanishing as a familiar figure walked to him, literally pinning him against the door he'd just closed.
Hijikata chuckled lightly as Gintoki already started to kiss his neck. 'Seems like someone's eager tonight,' he said.
The silver-haired man simply hummed in acknowledgment, too busy taking Hijikata's jacket off of him to talk. The raven-haired man let him do as he pleased, enjoying the feeling of Gintoki's warm body pressing against him. He let himself bury his hands into the other man's hair, enjoying the small hitch in Gintoki's breathing as he pulled, forcing the man to look at him.
With a smirk, and still holding him in a firm grip, Hijikata tilted his head as he pressed his lips to Gintoki's, relishing into the touch and letting Gintoki once again take control of the kiss.
They kissed like that for a few more minutes before Hijikata reluctantly pulled away. He took a breath before asking 'I guess the kids are not here?' It was rhetorical, but still.
Gintoki snorted as he stepped back, answering "Wow, spot on, Officer, what a deductive mind you have here!'
Hijikata wanted to smack him but he was stopped by the silver-haired man leaning towards him again to kiss him. As tempting as it was, he stopped him with a hand on the chest, 'Not that I don't like kissing you, dumbass, but can we move elsewhere? I'm getting tired of the wall.'
Gintoki huffed at that, but made no comment. Instead, he stepped back and grabbed the Vice-Commander by the arm. He led him into the house even though Hijikata could probably walk in with his eyes closed and still find his way inside. Unsurprisingly, Gintoki opened the door to his bedroom and walked into it, before pushing Hijikata on a chair against one of the walls. He turned back to switch one of the lamps on and to close the door.
It had only been seconds since they'd touched each other but Hijikata already wanted more. The silver-haired man finally turned to face him, standing there, his heated gaze on the Vice-Commander.
The latter was already reacting to it, feeling his pants tightening around him even before the silver-haired man had touched him. He had known what was coming, and he would have lied if he hadn't thought about it all day long, so it was only normal for him to be this reactive from the start. Gintoki had threatened him with a good time, and he was waiting for it.
It was easy to see that he hadn't been the only one wanting and waiting for this as well, if Gintoki's gaze was clear enough.
Gintoki finally crossed the few steps separating them, towering above Hijikata who was still in his seat. The raven-haired man felt the urge to step back, but he couldn't quite possibly move, and he almost felt cornered, like a prey, stuck under Gintoki's hungry look.
His eyes were gleaming in the soft light, eyeing him lustfully, as if he was ready to devour him. Hijikata wasn't sure he'd be against it right now, not with how much he craved Gintoki's touch.
Excruciatingly slowly, Gintoki kneeled in front of him. He was a little too far from the feet of the seat and had to crawl up the last remaining centimetres, and Hijikata's breath hitched at the sight.
He had no idea how Gintoki could make him feel like this by just being on his knees, and he was even more impressed about how, even on the ground under Hijikata, the man still seemed in full control of the situation.
Finally, his hands reached Hijikata's thighs. It was relieving, and the rubbing motion he started up the length of his legs was quite welcome. The Vice-Commander felt himself relax under the touch, his shoulders slumping slightly.
Gintoki's fingers around his belt unbuckled it ever so slowly, the cold metal clinking softly in the almost empty room. The sound of his fly opening was just as welcomed, and Hijikata raised his hips on his own to help Gintoki pull his pants down.
He was already starting to unbutton his own shirt when Gintoki stopped him. The man pushed Hijikata's hands away, popping open each button one by one, opening the shirt to reveal the man's chest just as if he was unwrapping a gift.
Hijikata blushed as Gintoki's hands roamed across his chest, finally settling on his hips as he leaned down to kiss at his neck. He nibbled at the junction to his shoulder before licking a stripe across his collar bone. The raven-haired man was almost disappointed that Gintoki didn't kiss him like he'd expected. He wanted to grip at the silvery perm to bring his head up and flush their lips together, but Hijikata knew better. If Gintoki was in control, then the man better leave his hands at his sides or Gintoki would take perverse pleasure in teasing him more than intended.
Seemingly done with his throat, Gintoki moved down, his mouth closing around Hijikata's left nipple. The latter twitched slightly under the touch, the feeling of the mouth on his chest momentarily stealing his breath. Thankfully, Gintoki didn't seem to be in a teasing mood, so he quickly played with his other nipple before finally, finally, sliding between Hijikata's thighs.
He mouthed at his length through the boxer Hijikata was still wearing, and the man almost whined. It felt good, but not enough. Gintoki's wet lips dampened the fabric, but not enough to really reach Hijikata's hard dick.
Gintoki smirked, sending a knowing look to Hijikata. 'You sure are quiet tonight Hijikata-kun, isn't there something you want to say?', he asked.
The raven-haired man bit his lips as he held back from bucking his hips. 'Fuck, Gintoki, stop teasing.'
'What, but, Vice-Commander, I am not even teasing yet!' Gintoki exclaimed, his stupid smirk still plastered across his face.
Hijikata wanted to make him eat his words back, but he really didn't feel like being teased tonight, so he simply played along. 'Please, Gintoki.'
This seemed to do the trick, the silver-haired man hooking his thumbs on the waistband of his briefs and sliding it down slowly. Just like for his pants, Hijikata lifted his hips to help him.
Finally stark naked in Gintoki's room, he shivered, but it wasn't caused by the cold. Gintoki was kissing at the inside of his thighs, teeth grazing over the soft skin. Hijikata wanted to say something, anything, to make the man move higher, but he didn't need to.
Gintoki finally wrapped a hand around his cock, leaning down to suck at the head. Hijikata sighed contentedly, finally feeling what he'd been thinking about all day long. Gintoki licked a wet stripe on his hand and started his movements on the Vice-Commander's dick. It was slow, but it felt good.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, Gintoki simply moving his hand back and forth and occasionally licking at the tip, his heated glare fixed on Hijikata. And then, suddenly, without warning, his hand stopped and his mouth fully closed around Hijikata's cock.
Mindful of his teeth, Gintoki's tongue slid over the length in his mouth. He hesitated between sinking down and taking the cock fully in his throat, or to wait a little more. He chose the second option, and pushed back entirely.
Hijikata's cock slapped against his abdomen and he hissed at the sudden movement. Gintoki didn't even leave him the time to react because he was already leaning back down, wrapping his mouth back around his cock. Except that this time, he didn't stay static. Instead, he bobbed his head up and down, going gradually. Hijikata groaned as his head fell backward. He bit into his fist to muffle his sounds, because holding back his moans was becoming difficult.
Gintoki eased back, a string of saliva stretching between his lips and Hijikata's dick. He dived down and slowly licked Hijikata's balls, making the man jolt in surprise. He mouthed at them a few seconds before looking up, his hands quickly taking over as he licked his lips.
'Don't try to hide yourself, I want to hear you,' he said, eyes gleaming with mischief.
Hijikata looked at him, blinking slowly, but refused to move his hand away. Gintoki smirked at that, leaning away. 'Well if you don't, I won't suck you off'. He said, and started to get up, before the man under him grabbed his left arm.
The Vice-Commander pulled at his arm, making Gintoki lose his balance and stumble on Hijikata's lap. The latter grabbed at Gintoki's collar, pulling him down into a kiss as his hands tried to push Gintoki's kimono off of his shoulders.
But Gintoki seemed to have none of it, as he bit into Hijikata's lower lip almost forcefully. The raven-haired man groaned as Gintoki pushed himself away, grabbing Hijikata's wrists to stop him from biting his fist once again.
And then his lips were back on Hijikata's cock, and he took the whole length in, his own throat protesting at the intrusion while Hijikata fought a groan, in vain. It felt so good, and Hijikata had to dig his nails into his palms to stop himself from coming right here. He could see Gintoki's smug face looking at him when he got off and looked up.
It was indecent, how Gintoki looked good like this, with his dishevelled hair, his flushed cheeks and his wet, red, lips. He knew what he looked like right now, and he was fully aware of the effect he had on Hijikata. The raven-haired man hated it, even though, judging by how Gintoki's eyes were glued to his face, he probably had the same effect on the silver-haired man, from being in the same state of excitement as him.
Gintoki raised an eyebrow as he asked 'You're close?'
Hijikata nodded strongly, he was so close and he wasn't sure he could stand Gintoki's teasing right now. Still, Gintoki didn't seem to move again, and the Vice-Commander almost bucked his hips in frustration. The silver-haired man squeezed his dick in retaliation.
'Use your words, then,' Gintoki simply said, and Hijikata was sure he would have slapped him for being this smug, had he not been so close and horny.
'Fuck, Gintoki, please,' he pleaded.
'What is it? What do you want?', the man asked, visibly enjoying torturing the poor man in front of him.
Hijikata didn't like being teased, and he hated how Gintoki could play with him no matter the situation. He didn't want to beg, didn't want to ask, because his throbbing cock was already enough of an answer to him. But Hijikata also knew Gintoki, and he knew perfectly well how the other could totally leave him like this if he didn't get what he asked for. It was a Cornelian dilemma Hijikata was facing. He either let his pride down and reached orgasm, or he gave up his pleasure to keep his pride intact.
But with Gintoki's hand around his dick, and his own precum smearing the man's lips, his pride suddenly didn't seem that important. In fact, he was pretty sure that he didn't have much left, and he found that the thought didn't bother him as much as he'd thought.
So he looked straight into Gintoki's eyes, lust having taken over the remnants of his composure as he said 'Make me come, Gintoki.'
It was all he needed to say, really, because not even a second later Gintoki's hands were back on him. He seemed to brace himself before fully taking Hijikata's dick in his mouth. His eyes started to water as he looked at the man towering over him, and it was the only signal Hijikata needed for him to finally move his hips. His right hand came resting in Gintoki's hair, his grip tightening as he stood up to get a better angle.
He started the motion slowly, making sure that he had read Gintoki's look accurately. When the latter didn't move and even tightened his grip on Hijikata's thighs, the Vice-Commander sped up, feeling himself getting closer and closer to release.
Finally, Gintoki moaned and swallowed around him, batting his lashes to get the tears away from his eyes, and the sight combined to the sound and feeling were enough to push the man over the edge, finally coming down Gintoki's throat.
Moonlight was pouring in through the only window in the room as Hijikata immediately eased his grip on the man's hair. Yet he kept his hand in place, his fingers idly trading through silver strands as Gintoki laid his head against his thighs.
The silver haired male pulled away from his softening cock, groaning breathlessly as he said 'Oï, stop petting my head like I'm a damn dog or something,' but made no move to get away from the soft touch.
Hijikata was about to lay back into his chair when he realised that, as at ease as he seemed to be, Gintoki hadn't come. He straightened up, and his hand in Gintoki's hair tightened a little bit to make the man look up. Which he did, sending him a pissed look as his eyebrows scrunched up.
As an answer to the silent question, the Vice-Commander leaned down just so his face was the closest possible to the silver-haired man, and he whispered 'Aren't we forgetting something, Yorozuya-kun?' – he punctuated his words by pressing his foot closer to Gintoki's crotch, making the man's eyes widen –.
The silver-haired man didn't say anything, so Hijikata decided on his own, getting up and pulling Gintoki up as well, grabbing his untied Kimono to get him close and press their lips together. He could taste his own cum on Gintoki's lips, but he wasn't bothered by it, it wasn't the first time, and probably wouldn't be the last.
Finally, Hijikata pushed him down on the chair he'd been on just seconds before, and started to unbuckle Gintoki's belt. The latter seemed to finally react as he chuckled softly, saying, 'You look just as eager, finally.'
Hijikata looked up with a falsely-annoyed face, but his lips betrayed him as he couldn't help the small smile from forming. He didn't try to deny it as he tugged at Gintoki's pants, the man raising his hips to help him just like he'd done himself earlier that night.
Hijikata didn't feel like teasing Gintoki just like the man had done for him, and judging by the wetness on Gintoki's brief, the man probably approved. The teasing could wait, Gintoki could just have what he wanted. And, well, after the orgasm he'd just given to Hijikata, the man simply couldn't deny him that.
The Vice-Commander pulled the boxer away and finally set to work, licking firstly the head and then directly closing his lips around Gintoki's cock. The latter moaned at the feeling, having already waited long enough for this. He probably wouldn't last long.
Hijikata was slow at first, twisting his tongue around the length in his mouth. Then he sped up, feeling Gintoki twitch in his mouth and the hold on his hair tighten.
Feeling that he was really on the edge, Hijikata decided to give him the last push, sinking fully onto the man's cock, making his best to try not to choke. Over him, Gintoki was a babbling mess, but after a few seconds, Hijikata realised that he still wasn't coming.
Needing to breathe, the Vice-Commander pulled away, groaning as saliva dripped down from his lips, his hand coming to rest on Gintoki's inner thighs. It seemed to be all the man needed, because he started mumbling, "Fuck...Hijikata.. sorry".
The latter wondered for a split second about the sorry before he felt something land on his cheek. Instinctively, he closed his eyes, opening his mouth without really thinking. Thankfully the majority landed on his tongue, but the feeling of cum on his face wasn't that pleasant. Gintoki's moans and heavy breathing, however, were enough of a reward for the man on his knees to not complain directly.
Instead, he licked his lips, swallowing what had landed in his mouth, and opened his thankfully untouched eyes. He watched Gintoki slump on the chair, and thought that it wouldn't do. Instead, he got up falling on Gintoki's laps as he straddled him, bringing their faces close as he kissed him, smearing the man's cum on his own face.
Gintoki groaned as he realised it, pushing Hijikata's face away with his hand, dirtying it in the process. "Gross," he simply said.
The Vice-Commander huffed, almost offended. "Serves you right. That's what you get for coming on my face without telling me."
Gintoki smirked at that, answering "Sorry, I'll warn you before next time," with a wink.
Hijikata sighed, but still let his head rest on the other man's shoulder. Gintoki chuckled and the raven-haired man realised that his ear was just below Gintoki's mouth. The silver-haired man seemed to notice it as well, as he whispered to him "I couldn't have possibly held back with the look you sent me. You should have seen your face, Oogushi-kun."
If Hijikata wasn't that tired he could have almost been interested for a second round from these words only, but he was really too lazy for it, so he just smacked Gintoki's face before fully straightening up. He looked him in the eye before getting up, grabbing Gintoki's kimono and pushing slightly.
"Come on, let's take a shower." he said.
The silver-haired man didn't move for a minute, before finally complying, following suit.
It felt good to finally lie down on the futon after a long day at work. It had been pretty uneventful, but it didn't stop Hijikata from being tired, especially after how he had spent the evening.
Gintoki was comfortably settled at his side on the futon, body hot and pressing into his, his eyes already closed. His hair, still a little bit wet from the shower, was tickling Hijikata's hips from where his head was resting. Moonbeams filtering through the half-closed shutters of the sole window, making it shine more than usual. His stark white skin was shining under the same moonbeams, putting into light the scars scattered on his body. Some were small, which Gintoki had probably even forgotten the existence of, and some bigger, which he could simply not forget.
Almost all of them had a story that Hijikata ignored, and though most of the time it was okay for him to ignore Gintoki's past, he sometimes was, like tonight, curious. His right hand was tracing the curves of Gintoki's body, though it was just an excuse for him to feel the marks under his palms. He wanted to know about the one on the side of his hips that could easily be mistaken for a stretch mark. He wanted to know about the indubitably stupid story behind the one on the sole of his right foot. And he wanted to know about the one under his left ear, so close to his neck that there was no doubt that the grim reaper had almost greeted the silver-haired man that day.
Gintoki pulled him out of his thoughts by finally talking. "Spit it out."
'What?' Hijikata asked, confused. He had almost expected Gintoki to be already asleep.
'You've got something on your mind, I know it. So spit it out', Gintoki simply mumbled as he looked up and opened his eyes.
Hijikata didn't move his gaze, still staring at the man's body. He didn't really know what to say, didn't know how to turn his worries into proper words. Gintoki straightened up, barely hiding his yawn.
The silver-haired man leaned over Hijikata, reaching out to grab something on the ground next to him. He grunted as he had to reach further than he had expected, before seemingly grabbing it successfully.
The raven-haired man pushed Gintoki away from him as he straightened up as well. He heard the familiar click of his lighter opening before he saw the light flickering into the darkness of the room. With a huff, he waited for Gintoki to take a drag from his cigarette, before stealing it directly from the man's lips.
Gintoki didn't say anything, watching him instead. Hijikata leaned against the wall behind him, his head softly touching the cool surface as he gazed at the ceiling. He took a few drags before Gintoki leaned towards him, lips brushing Hijikata's as he slowly grabbed the cigarette from between his lips. With a smirk, he let himself fall on his side, landing on his back, head on Hijikata's lap as the man grunted under the sudden weight.
'You didn't answer me, Oogushi-kun,' Gintoki said, and Hijikata realised that he'd really have to talk.
'Fine,' he said, though he wasn't as bothered by the act of talking in itself than by Gintoki's reaction. 'I was just thinking about our discussion from this morning. You didn't tell me what you were doing alone outside yesterday night?'
To his surprise, Gintoki didn't tense up when he heard the question. He didn't move, actually, just keeping his eyes fixed on Hijikata's face and blinking lazily – He really was the only person Hijikata knew who blinked lazily, really. –
The Vice-Commander expected some semblance of reluctance from the man, but he was surprised when Gintoki answered finally straightforwardly 'I had a nightmare.'
It was.. unexpected. Not quite anticlimactic, but far from what Hijikata had expected. He'd been used to so many weird shits with Gintoki that hearing him state that, just like everyone else, he had nightmares waking him up at night, sounded odd to Hijikata.
So much that he didn't know what to answer. He felt stupid now. He didn't want to push it, because there were still some things he didn't know how to approach with Gintoki. It was ridiculous, he knew it, to act like it was still the early days of their relationship. Yet he couldn't stop thinking about how, after more than half a year of being together, there were still taboo subjects that Gintoki constantly avoided when they talked.
Hijikata could understand that, of course. He was wary about sharing about his past, not only with Gintoki, but with pretty much everyone around, especially after Mitsuba's death. A chapter had closed the day she had passed away, and the Vice-Commander had swore that his past wouldn't interfere with his present anymore.
However, now he seemed to realise that Gintoki had acted just like him, concealing his past and trying to deal with it all alone when it resurfaced, not caring about the possible consequences it could bring to do so. It was stupid of them, but at least by realising it now, Hijikata could act on it before it took a more dramatic route.
Still laying on his lap, Gintoki wiggled so that his face was pressed against Hijikata's abdomen, nuzzling his face into the soft fabric of the pyjama top the raven-haired man had borrowed from him.
He sighed, then talked again 'Sometimes they wake me up and I can't sleep. Before, I used to get up and watch the TV, but now with the brat I can't do it anymore, she would drag me back to bed. So I just go for a walk outside. That's it.'
For an outsider, this sentence could seem like a simple and plain explanation, but Hijikata knew better. This sounded so casual, and yet here it was, a confession. Gintoki admitted that he wasn't as strong and unaffected as he pretended.
It was so rare that Hijikata didn't really know how to answer to that. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it immediately after. He heard Gintoki snort and looked down to see that the man had turned his head to watch him.
Hijikata clicked his tongue as he looked away, before finally speaking. 'Wake me up next time, it'll prevent you from getting arrested.'
Gintoki didn't answer, and for a moment, the Vice-Commander thought that he'd said something wrong. But then Gintoki turned his head back into his crumpled shirt.
'I'll think about it,' he simply said.
Hijikata knew he probably wouldn't even consider it the next time it would happen, but still. Maybe with some time they could change this.
Hijikata wanted to add more things. The discussion was far from being over. They needed to address this. But he was tired, and his eyelids were already starting to drop on their own, so he decided that, for once, he could leave it be. They'd have the time to talk about it later, anyway.
Slowly, Hijikata's hand drifted to Gintoki's hair, his fingers gently trading through the silvery curls. Gintoki didn't say a word, curling up instead, legs against his chest, and his head buried into Hijikata's shirt as he wrapped his arms around Hijikata's waist. The sight brought a small smile to Hijikata's face, and he watched the man on his lap doze off silently, keeping a steady rhythm as his hand rubbed soft circles in Gintoki's hair.
Gintoki's eagerness had stepped down in favour of tiredness, and Hijikata was fine with falling asleep like this, Gintoki's sleepy form pressed to him in the comfort of the small bedroom.
I can't believe I have actually FINALLY finished this fic! I checked the date and I realised that I started to write it in December 2019, and we're now in 2021… wow.
It was the smut scene that took me so much time to write. It's not that I'm not comfortable writing it, but I just get embarrassed really quickly and stop because I think it'll be ridiculous to read. But I really didn't want to drop the fic because I really liked the introduction scene I wrote for it, even though I started it with the intention of it being a smut fic only!
I left it untouched for a year and a half, and I only picked it up again a few weeks ago. (Actually, I got the motivation to write it right after listening to the Black Eyed Peas' album Elephunk, when I heard the song "Sexy" my brain just laid out the entire smut scene for this fic out of nowhere and I just had to stop doing whatever I was doing to write it haha).
I think the events this story depicts are taking place in the end of the beginning of their relationship, when they're already familiar enough with each other's bodies, but not everyone in their entourage is aware of it because they were lazy to make a "public announcement" and people are just realising it at their own pace. Some are indeed faster than others…. Anyway, it explains why Gintoki still got arrested (because I'm pretty sure that even if he was completely shit-faced, dating the Shinsengumi's Vice-Commander would give him the special favour of not being arrested in pretty much any circumstances).
Once again, many thanks to the wonderful Rai who beta read this fic, she really was of great help!
Please tell me if you enjoyed the fic, be it the smut scene, the plot, or both, it wasn't easy to write and I'd love to read your thoughts on it! Don't hesitate to a comment, it always makes me so happy to read them!