Fifty-two Pickup
by indigorhapsody
Because: the world needs more Gojyo/Hakkai fluff. (Extremely) short and pointless. Bit fluffy.
Notes: my word processing programs are MIA. So naturally my muse thought it was time to fic.
The cards scattered in all directions as Hakkai won for the twelfth time in a row, and Gojyo decided he'd had his limit of being beaten into the ground for the time being.
"Where did you get so damn good at poker?" Gojyo narrowed his eyes and studied his friend's deceptively unassuming smile.
"Nowhere in particular. It suppose it was a gift of Fate."
There was a strange silence.
"I don't believe in Fate," proclaimed Gojyo, suddenly watching the smoke that rose from his ever-burning cigarette.
"Oh?" Hakkai looked skeptical. "What force do you think it was that brought us together, then?"
There was a tilt of a crimson head, as Gojyo considered. "Lady Luck," he replied finally, his eyes shining like freshly spilled blood.
Hakkai sighed theatrically. "Why must Luck be a lady?"
"Because that's the way she is," Gojyo explained patiently. "Fickle, beautiful, vindictive . . . and sometimes she gives you some lovin' when you need it most."
Hakkai flushed. "I refuse to further explore the implications of that metaphor."
"You know I'm right," Gojyo chuckled as he flicked his cigarette away, and very gently encircled Hakkai's wrists to tug him closer.
"Well, I'll admit," the green-eyed youkai said breathlessly their kiss was finally broken, "there are times when you make me feel like the luckiest man in the world."
by indigorhapsody
Because: the world needs more Gojyo/Hakkai fluff. (Extremely) short and pointless. Bit fluffy.
Notes: my word processing programs are MIA. So naturally my muse thought it was time to fic.
The cards scattered in all directions as Hakkai won for the twelfth time in a row, and Gojyo decided he'd had his limit of being beaten into the ground for the time being.
"Where did you get so damn good at poker?" Gojyo narrowed his eyes and studied his friend's deceptively unassuming smile.
"Nowhere in particular. It suppose it was a gift of Fate."
There was a strange silence.
"I don't believe in Fate," proclaimed Gojyo, suddenly watching the smoke that rose from his ever-burning cigarette.
"Oh?" Hakkai looked skeptical. "What force do you think it was that brought us together, then?"
There was a tilt of a crimson head, as Gojyo considered. "Lady Luck," he replied finally, his eyes shining like freshly spilled blood.
Hakkai sighed theatrically. "Why must Luck be a lady?"
"Because that's the way she is," Gojyo explained patiently. "Fickle, beautiful, vindictive . . . and sometimes she gives you some lovin' when you need it most."
Hakkai flushed. "I refuse to further explore the implications of that metaphor."
"You know I'm right," Gojyo chuckled as he flicked his cigarette away, and very gently encircled Hakkai's wrists to tug him closer.
"Well, I'll admit," the green-eyed youkai said breathlessly their kiss was finally broken, "there are times when you make me feel like the luckiest man in the world."