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Epilogue: ...Of My Life
Morning sunlight streamed in through the windows, and Cho Hakkai tried to shield his eyes against the sudden invasion.
Honest. He tried to.
Except that the arm he normally used was pinned down by some weight - and instantly he tensed for fight-or-flee. But all that got him was an incoherent murmur and a sound of rustling bed sheets.
The moment he looked down he remembered everything, and a smile crinkled up the corners of those same eyes.
Sha Gojyo was sprawled out over him, his red-capped head pillowed on his shoulder, and both of his arms serving to pin his own to the mattress. And he was naked, too - gloriously so, just as he was, and he seemed to glow in the light that now filled the tiny bedroom of the apartment.
He still remembered everything after that stormy first kiss, even after someone had suddenly decided to dim the house lights so that only random flashes of color shot out over the dancers, and strangely-colored ones at that, making for some strange, dimly-remembered waking dream.
Just standing there and kissing this other man made him light-headed although he had deliberately not decided to pay the bar a visit. And from the taste of him, so had Gojyo, and that knowledge had made them both even more drunk on each other.
Somehow they had managed to escape the confines of Club West, and Hakkai knew he hadn't done anything to warrant repairs on the jeep as they drove back to his place.
Once inside, they'd stopped and faced each other across the length of the bedroom.
The red-haired man looked wild and wily and untamed under the club lights, sure in himself and completely capable of either out-drinking, out-sexing, or outright killing anyone who came to challenge him. Here, he was no less feral, no less sensual, and he fit *beautifully* into even the modest décor, even the white leather and the cocky uplift of his mouth.
It made Hakkai feel rather like the golden-haired little girl who'd found something that was /just right/.
He had no idea of how he looked to the other man in this place, what was practically his version of home turf, besides the almost reverential whisper as they began to strip each other, the motions gentle and trusting: 'You're absolutely everything I ever looked for.'
Things got *very* blurry after that, and his smile widened fractionally - the memories wouldn't be in his mind, but in his hips and his fingertips and the hollow in his throat, and all over his skin.
He fervently hoped it was the same for the other man.
'Do you always start thinking so early in the morning,' and with an effort Gojyo raised himself onto his elbows, his words slurring a little, but coherent all the same. 'Cho Hakkai. You're a tease, and you're gorgeous, and you were wonderful last night, and...what now? Where is this going?'
Hakkai quit smiling and faced him seriously. 'Well, how about...we fill in the blanks, Sha Gojyo?'
'The blanks?'
'What I don't know about you. Everything you want to know about me. We can try finding it all out if you want. Of course I could make some coffee right now and when you finish your cup you could walk out of here and never return.' He reached out and snagged a handful of crimson silk, rubbing it between his fingers. 'Although if I have this feeling of being completed by you - and I remember you felt the same last night - I don't see why you should do that.'
'What would you call it, Professor, being fucking stupid?'
Hakkai allowed himself a slight chuckle. 'Maybe.'
There was a slight flurry of movement as Gojyo adjusted himself - to end up lying stretched out beside him, arms behind his head. 'You know,' and the redhead smiled, 'I've been called stupid lots of days in my life. Maybe it's high time I quit. You could teach me something.'
'Yes, and I might learn something from you - the learning process never ends.'
'Let's go back to the club tonight.'
Hakkai laughed outright. 'Only if you'll show me a proper definition of clubwear - my shirt's about had it, I'm afraid.'
'I can show you a few more definitions you might be interested in,' and Gojyo rolled over so that he was on top.
'I'd like that very much....'
/ / -- italics and titles
* * -- emphasis
Epilogue: ...Of My Life
Morning sunlight streamed in through the windows, and Cho Hakkai tried to shield his eyes against the sudden invasion.
Honest. He tried to.
Except that the arm he normally used was pinned down by some weight - and instantly he tensed for fight-or-flee. But all that got him was an incoherent murmur and a sound of rustling bed sheets.
The moment he looked down he remembered everything, and a smile crinkled up the corners of those same eyes.
Sha Gojyo was sprawled out over him, his red-capped head pillowed on his shoulder, and both of his arms serving to pin his own to the mattress. And he was naked, too - gloriously so, just as he was, and he seemed to glow in the light that now filled the tiny bedroom of the apartment.
He still remembered everything after that stormy first kiss, even after someone had suddenly decided to dim the house lights so that only random flashes of color shot out over the dancers, and strangely-colored ones at that, making for some strange, dimly-remembered waking dream.
Just standing there and kissing this other man made him light-headed although he had deliberately not decided to pay the bar a visit. And from the taste of him, so had Gojyo, and that knowledge had made them both even more drunk on each other.
Somehow they had managed to escape the confines of Club West, and Hakkai knew he hadn't done anything to warrant repairs on the jeep as they drove back to his place.
Once inside, they'd stopped and faced each other across the length of the bedroom.
The red-haired man looked wild and wily and untamed under the club lights, sure in himself and completely capable of either out-drinking, out-sexing, or outright killing anyone who came to challenge him. Here, he was no less feral, no less sensual, and he fit *beautifully* into even the modest décor, even the white leather and the cocky uplift of his mouth.
It made Hakkai feel rather like the golden-haired little girl who'd found something that was /just right/.
He had no idea of how he looked to the other man in this place, what was practically his version of home turf, besides the almost reverential whisper as they began to strip each other, the motions gentle and trusting: 'You're absolutely everything I ever looked for.'
Things got *very* blurry after that, and his smile widened fractionally - the memories wouldn't be in his mind, but in his hips and his fingertips and the hollow in his throat, and all over his skin.
He fervently hoped it was the same for the other man.
'Do you always start thinking so early in the morning,' and with an effort Gojyo raised himself onto his elbows, his words slurring a little, but coherent all the same. 'Cho Hakkai. You're a tease, and you're gorgeous, and you were wonderful last night, and...what now? Where is this going?'
Hakkai quit smiling and faced him seriously. 'Well, how about...we fill in the blanks, Sha Gojyo?'
'The blanks?'
'What I don't know about you. Everything you want to know about me. We can try finding it all out if you want. Of course I could make some coffee right now and when you finish your cup you could walk out of here and never return.' He reached out and snagged a handful of crimson silk, rubbing it between his fingers. 'Although if I have this feeling of being completed by you - and I remember you felt the same last night - I don't see why you should do that.'
'What would you call it, Professor, being fucking stupid?'
Hakkai allowed himself a slight chuckle. 'Maybe.'
There was a slight flurry of movement as Gojyo adjusted himself - to end up lying stretched out beside him, arms behind his head. 'You know,' and the redhead smiled, 'I've been called stupid lots of days in my life. Maybe it's high time I quit. You could teach me something.'
'Yes, and I might learn something from you - the learning process never ends.'
'Let's go back to the club tonight.'
Hakkai laughed outright. 'Only if you'll show me a proper definition of clubwear - my shirt's about had it, I'm afraid.'
'I can show you a few more definitions you might be interested in,' and Gojyo rolled over so that he was on top.
'I'd like that very much....'