Prompt: There was no prompt, I was bored and this is what happened.

Author: Lotus

Summary: Kanda and Gojyo finally fall into bed together.

Disclaimer: We do not own Saiyuki or DGM.

Kanda hummed quietly along to the music that Gojyo had put on while he swept the past week's dirt from the small house. It was amazing how much more dirt got tracked in with a third set of feet around. Though Aki was visiting with Hakkai and Lavi for the night and wouldn't be back until tomorrow.

Gojyo levered himself up off the couch, and Kanda shifted to the side a little so that Gojyo could get to the fridge. Instead, the man stepped up behind him and placed his hands on Kanda's hips. Kanda hummed contentedly and leaned back slightly into Gojyo's warm hands. It was good to see him being tactile again, and Kanda was definitely going to encourage this resurgence.

"You seem happy," Gojyo commented.

Kanda shrugged. "I'm not unhappy," he said, a smile just barely pulling at his lips. Gojyo probably saw it though. He was better at reading him than most.

"Mmm, but especially happy," Gojyo said, arms shifting to wrap around Kanda's waist in a loose hug. Kanda stopped sweeping, leaning back against Gojyo.

"Is that so wrong?" he asked. He tipped his head forward and turned it so he could look at Gojyo out of the corner of his eye.

"No," Gojyo said, hugging him just a bit tighter. "It's a good look on you."

Kanda scoffed a quiet laugh, smile curling just a bit more obviously. He felt Gojyo rest his head on his shoulder, the taller man's lips pressing his smile into the curve of Kanda's neck and shoulder. Kanda reached out absently and leaned the broom against the kitchen table with one hand, curling his free arm over Gojyo's and returning the hug as best he could without breaking it and turning around.

Gojyo had other plans though, and as soon as the broom left Kanda's fingers the redhead coaxed him into turning around. Kanda did so willingly, looping his arms loosely around Gojyo's shoulders and burying his face in the side of Gojyo's neck as Gojyo did the same. Gojyo's arms were firm around Kanda's waist, and Kanda leaned into the hug, pressing closer. Because hugs were kind of fantastic, and hugs from Gojyo were even better.

Not that he would ever tell Gojyo that. It would probably freak him out. Or make him feel bad because he wasn't quite always up to it yet.

Except right now he was. And Kanda hummed happily into the crook of his neck and shoulder.

Gojyo chuckled quietly, the noise rumbling low in his throat and chest in a way that Kanda could feel. He suppressed the urge to grin, instead closing his eyes and letting himself relax completely. Gojyo's arms tightened just a little when he did, and Kanda could have groaned. He didn't, but he definitely could have.

Kanda's fingers twitched and then clenched in the shoulder of Gojyo's shirt when he felt the man start kissing lightly up the side of his neck. His eyes snapped open when the redhead continued, and he strained to stare at him from the corner of his eye without moving away. All that really achieved was a bit of somewhat painful strain on his eyes, and a view of Gojyo's hair.

"Gojyo?" he voiced quietly, lifting his head from Gojyo's shoulder slightly.

Gojyo kissed a touch more firmly just under Kanda's jaw before pulling back a little. "Want me to stop?"

"No," Kanda admitted. "I just… are you sure?" Because Kanda was sure. Kanda had been sure for a while. But Gojyo had been less than okay, and not there for a majority of it. Though to be fair, he hadn't known Gojyo had known. Or perhaps he'd just guessed.

"Very," Gojyo said, ducking back down to suck gently on the side of Kanda's neck. Kanda choked back a quiet moan, letting his eyes fall closed again.

He could definitely work with that. Kanda's arms tightened around Gojyo's shoulders as he tipped his head to the side, resting it on his own shoulder. It felt almost as if Gojyo was smirking against his neck, and Kanda bit his lip.

"Are you sure?" Gojyo asked.

"Yes," Kanda breathed. And he was wracking his brain for how this was supposed to work. Because it had been almost fifty years, and two memory wipes, and one entirely new body since the last time he'd done anything like this. And then he'd been the only guy in the situation.

Gojyo lifted his head, and looked Kanda straight in the eye. Like he was trying to make sure that Kanda meant it. Which was definitely a possibility. He was smirking, mouth crooked and the only thing that caught Kanda's attention more than that were Gojyo's eyes. Because, as dark as they were, the lines around them were a little tense. A little stiff. And it made him look nervous almost. Like he was unsure if Kanda meant what he'd said. And it made Kanda sort of want to kiss him until that doubt went away. Which was horribly cliché and worthy of a bad romance novel, but it was true.

So Kanda leaned up and pressed a kiss to Gojyo's crooked lips. And it was short, and chaste, and a bit clumsy, and Kanda almost wanted to sink into the floor and pretend he didn't exist afterwards. But Gojyo's smirk stretched into a crooked smile, and Kanda relaxed slightly.

Then Gojyo was leaning forward and kissing Kanda, his lips smooth, and warm, and insistent. And Kanda pressed back, right hand sliding up the back of Gojyo's neck to tangle his fingers in Gojyo's hair and cup the back of his head. And Gojyo's tongue pressed against the seam of Kanda's lips, tracing it slowly back and forth.

Kanda parted his lips and opened his mouth just enough to bite gently at the tip of Gojyo's tongue. He closed his eyes and let old, cloudy memories take the lead, parting his teeth and sliding his tongue along Gojyo's. The man tasted like cigarettes and beer and the fish they'd had for dinner, and it was sort of horrible, but Kanda didn't care in the slightest.

Despite the slick slide of tongues that was taking up most of Kanda's attention, he felt Gojyo rock them around to face a different way, and shuffled obligingly. He tried not to stumble when Gojyo nudged him backwards, but he really wasn't paying enough attention to keep his feet under him properly. They stumbled, kiss breaking and panting for breath, but managing to catch themselves and each other before they tumbled painfully to the floor.

Gojyo chuckled, smiling crookedly once more. Kanda smiled back, kissing Gojyo again. Gojyo quickly slid his tongue back into Kanda's mouth, and Kanda had to keep reminding himself that breathing through his nose was an option.

This time, instead of trying to nudge Kanda backwards, Gojyo slowly shifted his arms from hugging around Kanda's waist. Kanda felt warm hands on his hips again and made the closest noise to a content hum that he could manage with his mouth occupied by tongue and lips. Gojyo laughed quietly against his mouth, hands skating down the outsides of Kanda's thighs.

Kanda wasn't sure quite what Gojyo was planning until the man broke the kiss to stoop a little and cup his hands around the backs of Kanda's thighs not too far up from his knees. With a quiet grunt of effort, Gojyo hoisted him up, bringing Kanda's legs to hem his hips. Kanda's arms, still around Gojyo's shoulders, tightened in surprise, his knees clamping around Gojyo's waist while he locked his ankles behind the redhead.

With Kanda holding himself up pretty well, Gojyo's hands were free to run up and down from ribs to knees. As Gojyo started walking slowly, Kanda clenched his hands against the man's shoulders, arms still wrapped around tight in a hug. Gojyo tipped his head and started kissing Kanda's neck again as he moved.

Kanda clung to Gojyo, pressing up close against him. He could feel Gojyo. His lean, corded muscles, and jutting bones, and solid heat. And it was neither precisely new, nor precisely familiar. He knew these muscles, these bones, and this heat. Had spent nearly five months' worth of nights pressed up against them as he slept. And sometimes when he was awake.

But this felt new, and familiar, and good, and he wanted more.

"Gojyo," he groaned quietly, the man in question sucking marks that will not last until morning into the side of his neck. And if he could figure out how to roll his hips from this position, he would, but he was fairly certain he would fall and take Gojyo with him if he tried right now. Mostly because Gojyo's hands had slipped under his shirt and his fingers were playing over Kanda's ribs, and he felt a little weak in the knees even though he wasn't even standing.

Gojyo said something, but Kanda didn't quite hear him. And he wasn't sure if it was just too quiet to hear, or if his brain was having issues processing things that weren't the body pressed tight against his own. And a denim covered bulge pressing against his ass.

There was a slight jolt, and shifting, and Kanda's eyes fluttered open to find that they were in Gojyo's room. In their room. Dear gods.

Gojyo pressed him back into the mattress, and Kanda relaxed, unwinding his limbs from Gojyo's body. His knees still stayed hugged around Gojyo's hips, though not nearly as firmly as before. Kanda tangled his fingers into Gojyo's hair, cupping his head and face as he pulled him up for another kiss. Gojyo made a noise against his mouth that felt like contentment, and Kanda groaned quietly.

Gently raking his nails along Gojyo's scalp, Kanda skated his hands downward. Down over his neck, and then his shoulders, to his back. To his arms. Gojyo retaliated by deftly opening the buttons on Kanda's shirt and pushing the fabric open. He broke their kiss in favor of trailing kisses and licks down Kanda neck to his chest, trying to shove the shirt off Kanda's shoulders while Kanda was lying on it.

Snorting quietly past all of the bitten back small noises of pleasure, Kanda shoved against Gojyo's shoulders slightly until they were both sitting up on the bed, Gojyo's knees spread slightly where he was kneeling, and Kanda sitting between his knees with his legs thrown over Gojyo's hips. He hooked his feet around behind Gojyo, planting them on the bed and pulling himself in closer to the redhead, smirking slightly up at him.

Kanda pulled somewhat impatiently at Gojyo's wife-beater, rucking the fabric up to his ribs. Gojyo seemed to get the gist of it and pulled the shirt off over his head. Kanda shoved his own shirt off of his shoulders, pushing it out of the way and subsequently off the bed. Gojyo's shirt ended up flung into some corner to be found later.

Kanda was absently grateful that there weren't any candles lit in the room to worry about.

The hot slide of tongues distracted him from his distraction, and Kanda felt himself being pressed backwards once more. Gojyo settled over him, lean body pressing Kanda into the bed, the sheets still cool under his back. Kanda gripped at Gojyo's shoulders, pushing up into the kiss and trying to deepen it further, arching his back to press his chest and abdomen flush against Gojyo's, and rolling his hips.

Gojyo let out a short huff of air, hands gripping Kanda's hips tightly. But not tightly enough.

Kanda broke the kiss in favor of rolling his hips against Gojyo's again. He choked back a groan, his jeans growing far too tight. Gojyo's grip on his hips tightened further, and Kanda almost squirmed under them.

"Fucking hell," Gojyo groaned quietly. "Have you done this before?"

"Not in this body," Kanda admitted, shaking his head as he leaned up to nip at Gojyo's throat. "And not with a man." He laved the nip with his tongue before kissing it gently.

"Fuck," Gojyo breathed, and Kanda felt him roll his hips down into his. Kanda responded in kind, earning a firm squeeze of Gojyo's hands.

"I did think that was the plan," Kanda said lightly, smirking.

"Smartass," Gojyo scoffed, smirking back. He relaxed slightly resting more of his weight on Kanda. Kanda groaned and relaxed into the heavy press of Gojyo's body over him.

"Hn, Gojyo," Kanda muttered. He arched against Gojyo, rolling his hips, and pulled Gojyo down into yet another deep kiss. Gojyo rocked back against him, biting at his bottom lip and sucking on his tongue. Kanda felt a groan get caught in the back of his throat, thrusting a bit harder.

Gojyo matched his pace easily. His fingers traced along Kanda's sides, dancing along the defined lines of Kanda's bones and muscles. And finding plenty of sensitive spots that nearly made Kanda writhe against him.

"Fuck you're good at this," Kanda breathed, shoving his head back into the mattress as one of Gojyo's hands squeezed his waist and the other stroked at a sensitive spot just below his ribs on his left side.

Gojyo chuckled and shifted his attention to kissing a trail down Kanda's neck and torso. Kanda closed his eyes, hands fisting themselves in the sheets as he tried not to arch too viciously. Gojyo didn't make that easy, laving the flat of his tongue hard, and hot, and firm against every sensitive spot he found.

"Hng, fuck!" Kanda groaned, back arching taught as a bow and head shoving into the mattress as he clung to the sheets if only to keep from accidentally clawing up Gojyo's shoulders while trying to get a grip on them. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Gojyo…!"

"Shh," Gojyo coaxed, thumbs rubbing circles into Kanda's hipbones. "Relax."

Kanda slumped down against the bed, but he could not get his muscles to loosen any. His fingers ached where they dug into the sheets, but he didn't let go. He kept his eyes screwed shut and felt Gojyo slide up his body, skin smooth and hot against Kanda's own, and felt the hard line of his erection press against his own. Kanda bucked against him, choking out a quiet groan as Gojyo kissed him, hands cupping his face.

"Don't you dare stop," Kanda threatened.

"Not gonna stop," Gojyo assured, kissing Kanda hard before slipping away faster than Kanda could stop him. Kanda felt a pair of hands grab tightly into the waistband of his jeans and tug him towards the edge of the bed a bit until his legs were pretty much entirely hanging off.

Kanda let out a quiet, choked noise when he felt fingers at the fastening to his jeans. The button was undone, and the zipper slid down, and Kanda did he best to arch off the bed when Gojyo attempted to tug them off. They slid off, and Kanda heard Gojyo toss them away before pulling at his boxer briefs.

He felt fingers on his ankles after all of his clothes had been disposed of. They traced lightly up all the way to his knees, and pushed them apart slightly. Not that Kanda quite remembered having closed them in the first place. Though he must have to get his clothes off.

Kanda ended up with his knees hemming in Gojyo's ribs. Gojyo's hands pressed and slid against his thighs for a moment, but Kanda couldn't bring himself to lift his head to see what it was Gojyo was doing. He felt lips on his thighs, and then on his hips.

And then on his erection. Soft kisses along the shaft of it that would have made Kanda arch into the touch looking for more if it weren't for the callused hands pressing his hips firmly into the mattress. Kanda choked on a groan, back arching while his hips remained planted, when Gojyo started sucking on him.

Gojyo's mouth, was hot, and wet, and the suction made it feel tight, and Kanda was sure his brain had completely blanked out right then. Pleasure coiled tight and low, and he ached for more, and for the finish, and for this to last for much longer.

He gasped when Gojyo pressed the flat of his tongue to the head, and let out a low groan. His hands finally released the sheets, fingers aching from it, and pushed at Gojyo's head and shoulders. He even managed to get his legs to cooperate a little, feet pressing against Gojyo's thigh and hip.

"Stop," he gasped, back arching when Gojyo sucked hard at a spot just under the head. "Gojyo, Gojyo, stop. Ng, fuck, I'm gonna cum, stop."

Gojyo backed up a bit, and Kanda could feel him panting slightly against the wet skin of his dick. It was almost enough to make him keen and he screwed his eyes shut. "Cum for me."

Kanda shook his head. "Not yet," he said. "Fuck, not yet." He pushed a little more insistently when it felt like Gojyo was going to start again. "Want you in me first."

Gojyo groaned low and hot, and Kanda felt him rest his forehead on his thigh. He relaxed slightly, taking in a few deep breaths to ground himself a little better before propping himself up on one elbow. He grabbed at Gojyo with his free hand, tugging at his arm until Gojyo moved and crawled back up onto the bed.

Gojyo dragged him up with him until Kanda was lying back against a pillow and Gojyo was lying on top of him. Gojyo kissed him, hard, and deep. The wet slide of their tongues made Kanda groan, and he grabbed onto Gojyo's hips. He could still feel denim under his fingers and grumbled against Gojyo's lips.

"So impatient," Gojyo chuckled. Kanda wrinkled his nose slightly, and bit at Gojyo's lower lip, fingers fumbling with the man's button and zipper so he could shove his jeans down. He got them about half way down Gojyo's thighs before he gave up on them and focused on more interesting things.

Like nibbling and sucking at Gojyo's collar bone. And the feel of his erection, hot, and hard, and heavy in his hand. He stroked it awkwardly, unable to get the angle right while practically pinned under Gojyo, but Gojyo shuddered bodily with a quiet moan all the same so he must have done something right.

Kanda slid his hand up and down Gojyo's cock. His fingers lightly traced it, feeling out the veins, and the bumps. He scratched gently at the head, causing Gojyo to make a choked noise and his hand to flail out to the night stand. Kanda smirked to himself, licking a line up the side of Gojyo's throat.

Kanda heard the drawer of the nightstand, and some fumbling around inside of it before Gojyo was tugging at his wrist. Begrudgingly, Kanda removed his hand from Gojyo's erection, disappointed that he couldn't feel Gojyo shaking over him anymore. Gojyo poured a fair amount of something cool, clear, and slippery into Kanda's palm.

"Coat me in that," Gojyo said, voice a bit rough, and a lot low, and Kanda closed his eyes at the sound of it, tipping his head back. But he listened, wrapping his hand firmly around Gojyo's cock again and started up a slow rhythm, pumping up and down. Gojyo shuddered over him again, and Kanda smiled.

Then he felt Gojyo's slicked fingers brush against his anus, and it was his turn to shudder, hand faltering on Gojyo's cock. He wanted to say he was startled by it, and maybe he was just a little, but mostly he just felt anticipation coiling low around the hot knot of pleasure low in his abdomen.

Gojyo pressed one finger in slowly, and Kanda tensed, back bowing slightly and a low keen slipping from his throat. He froze like that for a second, absently noting that Gojyo had too, and he was speaking quietly, soothingly, and trying to get Kanda to relax. Gojyo's hand rubbed up and down his side a few times until he resumed breathing and coaxed him muscles to relax.

"There you go," Gojyo said, hand sliding over to jerk Kanda a few times.

Kanda groaned quietly and slumped, eyes fluttering slightly as he felt Gojyo start to move his finger. It wasn't quite painful yet, just odd, and more than a little slippery. Gojyo kissed him, a questioning noise low in his throat. Kanda just nodded, kissing back.

Gojyo distracted Kanda throughout the rest of the preparation with languid pumps of his cock and slow, deep, sucking kisses. Kanda felt strung taught by the time Gojyo deemed him ready, his muscles alternately lax and so tight they shook. That Gojyo was shaking a little too made him feel a bit better about it.

"Ready?" Gojyo asked as he settled between Kanda's legs, Kanda's right leg thrown over Gojyo's left shoulder, and his left one wrapped around Gojyo's waist. Which really, wasn't it supposed to start slow? But Kanda didn't want slow.

"Yeah," Kanda groaned, nodding.

And Gojyo pushed in. And it was slow. Slower than Kanda thought he could stand. And the stretching more than he thought he could take until Gojyo settled against him with a grunt and went still. Kanda closed his eyes and breathed slowly, forcing himself to relax again.

"Good?" Gojyo asked a minute later when Kanda had relaxed against the sheets once more.

Kanda rolled his hips experimentally, enjoying the small amount of friction that amounted from it. Gojyo did too if the choked moan he made was anything to go by.

"Move," Kanda said, tugging at Gojyo's shoulder with his left hand.

And Gojyo did. He pulled out slow, and pushed back in slow, and Kanda rolled his hips slowly to match, concentrating on the movements as best he could. Because Gojyo wasn't hitting it straight on, or even really hitting it at all, but Kanda felt the cock inside him brush and slide against his prostate at every pass and he was throbbing.

"Hng… faster," Kanda moaned quietly, wrapping his left leg a bit tighter around Gojyo's hip.

Gojyo chuckled breathlessly and pushed in a little faster. Slowly the thrusts gained speed, and Kanda rocked into them every time. Until Gojyo pulled Kanda's leg farther up onto his shoulder and started thrusting in earnest.

Kanda moaned, back arching, and eyes going blindly wide. And fuck if that hadn't almost tipped him over the edge. Gojyo kept up that pace, folding Kanda in on himself until Kanda's leg was trapped between their chests while Gojyo littered bite marks over Kanda's shoulder and neck.

And then, coil tight in Kanda's stomach, and Gojyo veritably pounding him into the mattress while he jerked him with one hand, Gojyo's left hand slid up to tangle into the hair at the base of Kanda's skull. Kanda moaned, and arched as he came, fingers clenching in the sheets again.

Gojyo worked him through it before biting Kanda's shoulder to muffle the moan of his own release. Kanda grunted when the redhead slumped down on top of him.

"You're heavy," he complained quietly, not quite meaning it.

"Well sorry," Gojyo said, his tone heavily implying that he was rolling his eyes.

"Hn, just let me put my leg down," Kanda grumbled.

Gojyo chuckled nervously and let go of Kanda's leg when he realized he was still holding onto it. Kanda lowered it slowly before wrapping his arms around Gojyo. Gojyo slipped his arms under Kanda's back, burying his face into the side of his neck.

"We're a mess," Gojyo pointed out.

"Mhmm," Kanda hummed.

"We're gonna be gross in the morning," Gojyo said.

"Don't care," Kanda mumbled. Gojyo snorted.

"Yeah, me neither."

Kanda woke up to the sound of the front door closing quietly to find himself curled on his side, fully clothed, alone, and painfully hard.

Ah, a dream.

And Gojyo had just gotten home from work.

Kanda sat up fast, wincing a bit, and looked around for the alarm clock. 3:30 in the morning. As good a time as any to get up he supposed.

Kanda heard Gojyo head to the bathroom to clean up and scrambled out of bed. He made the bed quickly, shucked off his sleep pants and pulled on a pair of gi pants in their wake. Then, with an ear out for Gojyo, Kanda slid the bedroom window open and jumped out, landing quietly in the yard outside. He straightened up and slid the window closed before slipping off into the woods stiffly.

Of fucking course it had been a dream.

Gojyo would never want him like that.