Sanitation Duty

Ordinary World pt. 12

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Hakkai should have known something was going on when Sanzo and Gojyo actually left together without his harassing them to. Yes, he should have been quicker on the uptake to realize something was horribly, horribly wrong with the world; like Hell had finally frozen over.

Goku glanced at the closed door, a nervous frown on his face and then at Hakkai. "Um...are we sure it's a good idea to let them go? Y'know, without someone watching 'em?"

Hakkai bit back a short bark of laughter and shrugged elegantly, "They're just going out drinking, how much trouble could they possibly get into a half a block from home?"

Goku gave him a dubious look and went back to watching the Notre Dame game on TV. "Do you really want me to answer that?" he mumbled under his breath.

Hakkai nibbled his bottom lip and turned back to the door. "They'll be fine. They are adults, after all."

Famous last words.

It was close to four something-o'clock when the front door banged open loudly. Hakkai awoke with a jerk, his glasses falling off his chest and onto the carpeted floor along with a small stack of semi-graded homework. He glanced around blearily. He heard, more than saw, Goku's limp form curled up under the kitchen table snoring loudly and then the faint giggling of very, very drunk men from the stairwell.

"Gojyo?" he called out, voice still sleep muffled.

The stumbling footsteps stopped for a moment and then the giggling started up again. Sighing he reached down and picked up his glasses, a yawn escaping him as he toed across the floor and knelt down beside Goku, gently shaking the younger man until he woke up. The subsequent 'huh?' followed by a loud bang as he hit his head and then 'ow!' as he bit his tongue letting him know Goku was now fully awake.

"They're back; can you please take Sanzo home now?"

"Wah? Oh, yeah, sure. 'night!"

Hakkai tilted his head and listened to the sounds of Goku's exuberant run in with a plastered Sanzo and Gojyo followed by hoarse cursing as he 'loudly' proclaimed it was time to leave. He smiled slightly.

Going over to the sink he grabbed a glass of water and two aspirin before heading back to the living room. Gojyo was predictably slouched down over the kitchen table when he turned back to the room. Red hair was half pushed out of his face by a large tan hand, the other half pulled back into a messy pony-tail. His jacket was off, tossed over the couch across the room in a messy pile of vinyl and faux fur, and his tight ribbed tank was pushed up a bit at the stomach where he scratched absently while frowning.

The deep inky black of the tribal print tattoo on his left bicep shone with a sheen of sweat under the single kitchen light as he stepped up behind him and lightly brushed the back of his knuckles along the nape of Gojyo's neck.

"Have fun?" he asked, dropping the pills into an beseechingly outstretched hand.

Gojyo mumbled something inarticulate around the chalky tablets while his free arm snaked around Hakkai's waist and pulled him tight against his side. Hakkai ran his fingers though Gojyo's loose bangs and smiled as the red-head gulped at the water like he was drowning. He stifled the chuckle; Gojyo still thought he was eighteen and impervious to a night of heavy drinking. If he thought thirty was bad just wait until he turned forty.

"Sanzo's a mean drunk." His lover mumbled against his ribs, stubble chin rubbing back and forth against his knit jersey shirt.

"Oh? He normally just falls asleep after a case or two of beer."

"We weren't drinkin beer. Fucking happy hour and their stupid little umbrellas and tequila shots. Ow. Damn that hurts." He hissed as the buckle of his leather cuff snagged his shirt as he scratched his stomach again, a drop of red welling up through the thin material and catching Hakkai's eye.

"Gojyo…what did you do to yourself this time?" he sighed, exasperated as he batted away Gojyo's hand.

Stepping back he prodded Gojyo around until he could kneel between his legs and move the shirt aside with delicate fingers.

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Gojyo figured it was a bad sign when Hakkai didn't say anything for a few minutes. Figured it was even worse when his lover suddenly stood, their heads almost colliding at the whipcord fast snap to his neck, and a firm set to his jaw. Green eyes flashed behind thin glass. He gulped audibly, scrambling to pull his shirt out of the way and see just how much trouble he'd gotten himself into with Sanzo.

"Huh? That's it? You're mad because I got my navel pierced? Oh hell, 'Kai, this is pretty tame compared to what I could have done." Yeah, he could have come home with something incredibly stupid tattooed across his ass or something.

"It's red."

Gojyo looked upside down at the small barbell and then back at Hakkai, a confused frown on his face. "No. I'm pretty sure it's silver or at least stainless steel."

Hakkai pursed his lips annoyed. "Not the metal, the skin. It's infected. Where could you have gotten a piercing between here and the bar? It's four doors down and everything else is closed!"

Gojyo held his aching head in his hands and groaned; Hakkai pissed was not a pretty picture anytime of the day, but it was especially bad when he was dealing with a throbbing head and queasy stomach.

"Look man, I...I don't know. We were at the bar drinking and there was this girl chatting up Sanzo, the next think I know we're doing tequila shots and I'm trying to hide the damn karaoke mic someone had pulled out. After that…it's all kinda a blur."

"A girl?" Hakkai visibly tensed, his lips pulling back in an almost snarl that made him blanch.

"No. No way, don't even think that! You know the guys at the bar would have stopped me before I did anything that retarded."

"They are very conscientious of us." Hakkai muttered, pausing to unclench his fists by his side.

Gojyo wanted to laugh at that remark, those guys couldn't care less except that Hakkai scared the shit out of them and they knew if they'd let Gojyo go home with someone else (not that he ever would), he'd probably come after all of them in the morning.

"Well it can't stay in, not as red and puffy as it is." He waved dismissively at the metal and scowled lightly. "Come into the bathroom and I'll clean it out."

Gojyo twitched nervously. "You mean with soap and alcohol?"

Hakkai frowned at him over his shoulder as he turned and started walking. "What else would I use?"

"Um…no offense, Hakkai, but you have a tendency to kinda go, oh I don't know, overboard a bit with the alcohol. Can't we just wait until tomorrow and I'll stop by the doctors' or something?"

The look Hakkai gave him could have etched glass. Stalking back across the small living room Hakkai took a hold of his chin forcefully, making him scramble to stand up and not trip over his apparently still drunk feet.

"No," he hissed "it cannot. If you hadn't gotten so trashed you couldn't see straight none of this would have ever happened. At this rate you might need a tetanus shot! Who knows what kind of strange diseases you might have gotten."

Gojyo, and he would always blame the tequila for this, reached out and tugged his lover closer; his long arms wrapping around Hakkai's waist as he dragged him against his broad chest, a leer on his handsome face.

"You know," he purred, voice low and sultry, "I heard the best way to cleanse a wound was to suck on it. What say we try that instead?"

Hakkai blinked at him and then made a choked spitting sound as he struggled to get free. "That's for snake bites and there's no way I'm sucking on anything until that has been cleaned and bandaged!"

"Spoil sport," Gojyo grumbled, walking his lover back towards the bathroom. "Fine, but only if you agree to take a shower with me; I feel all sticky and hot all of a sudden." He purred against Hakkai's ear, pleasantly pleased when he felt Hakkai's breath hitch and pulse pick-up as he licked the side of his neck.

"What, oh what, do you think I should do about it?"

Hakkai gasped as his teeth dragged along the underside of his jaw, sharp canines lightly nipping his chin before moving on to slat across his mouth and kiss him passionately. It would have curled his toes but for the overwhelming taste of cheep liquor and stale cigarettes. Pulling back he turned his head to the side and pushed back against Gojyo's shoulders.

His face contorted slightly at the taste in his mouth, despite the lingering pleasure, he shook his head and twisted out of Gojyo's hold. Pushing him the last few steps toward the bathroom sink he begged, "Please, just go brush your teeth while I run the bath."

Gojyo gave him a lopsided grin as he about stumbled into the counter and grabbed his brush and the toothpaste. "Are you trying to tell me something, Hakkai?" he asked amused.

"Yes, that the combination of tequila and cigarettes is most assuredly off my list of 'things to try before I die'." He sounded peevish, but Gojyo knew better, if he was getting a nice long soak in the bath instead of a quick rub down in the shower, the kiss must have gotten to him at least a little bit.

Spitting the minty foam into the sink a few minutes later he tossed back a cap full of mouthwash and gargled. The mirror had a lovely haze to it from the steam rising from the bath-the warm moisture helping to clear his head of the last wispy tendrils of drink. As he rinsed his mouth he tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it in the laundry hamper by the door.

He'd just turned back to the counter when cool fingers inched across his back and settled lightly on his hips. Smirking he laced the fingers of one hand with Hakkai's and dragged them over his quickly hardening shaft. "You know, I may need a bit of help with my belt. Damn buckles are always such a pain after drinking all night."

Hakkai shivered at the intent behind the words and drew his nails across the rough denim of his jeans. Leaning in he whispered huskily against the back of Gojyo's neck, "Just remember if you'd stayed home you never would have had to wear one to begin with."

He grinned at the low, wanton moan Gojyo gave him at that. Pressing tight against Gojyo's back he slid his free arm around Gojyo's waist, fingers trailing whisper soft against his skin-over the sharp jut of a hip bone, across the fluttering muscles of a toned abdomen, past the peeked edge of a dusky nipple...and into the open medicine cabinet.

He smirked at Gojyo's hiss of regret and nipped his ear teasingly as he withdrew with a bottle of alcohol and a washcloth in hand. "Finish getting undressed and then get in the tub." He commanded the laughter still evident in his light voice and shining eyes.

Turning, Gojyo realized his lover had shed the light sleep pants and shirt he had been wearing earlier and was now standing expectantly by the tub with nothing but a washcloth dangling from his fingers and a smirk on his face.

He'd never gotten undressed quicker in his life.

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Hakkai helped gently undo the piercing before he let Gojyo step into the tub. It was most assuredly infected; the edges of the pierced flesh red and puffy, a light crust of slimy green ooze and blood making his partner hiss when he finally pulled it free. Frowning he took some of the hot, soapy water and wetted the edge of the washcloth, dabbing it gently around the wound before nodding Gojyo towards the tub.

"Please take a seat and soak, Gojyo. I'll get the first-aid kit and be right back."

As he turned towards the door Gojyo leaned over and slapped him on the ass. He yelped surprised but managed a decent washcloth to the back of the head whack as return payment. Vindication achieved, he quickly grabbed his robe off the hook and frowned.

"Considering I'm the one with the alcohol, Gojyo, you may wish to keep your hands to yourself." He threatened, eyebrow cocked and lips pursed.

Gojyo rolled his head back along the edge of the claw foot tubs' rim, his temple resting heavily against the cold porcelain and long hair flowing over the back like a bloody curtain. Cracking an eye he gazed hotly at the swaths of pale skin the robe left exposed and smirked. "That doesn't sound very fun, 'Kai. Besides, I thought you were gonna join me?"

Hakkai smiled sweetly, "Maybe, Gojyo. If you're good."

"Damn tease." He muttered before slumping down a bit more. Arms stretched across the edges of the tub he trailed his fingertips over the slick surface of the soapy water. Hakkai hadn't skimped on adding the warm cinnamony scented bath soap to the steaming liquid, its translucent bubbles making the surface shimmer in tiny rainbows.

"Ah, Hakkai, this is heaven man, absolute heav..GAH! What the fuck, Hakkai!" sputtering Gojyo dug his nails into the porcelain sides and slammed his feet against the bottom of the tub, his back arching deliciously as Hakkai reached into the water with one hand and gripped him hard. The other hand had liberally dumped a good third of the bottle of cold alcohol onto his exposed navel while he smirked from the side of the tub.

"You! You suck, you sadistic bastard!" Gojyo spat, biting his lip to keep from screaming at the sharp, stabbing pain wrenching across his stomach.

Hakkai laughed heartily and stopped the stream of curses with a toe curling kiss. Gojyo moaned into his mouth, his tongue tangling with the red-heads' as he lapped along his teeth. Fingers stole into his hair and slipped surreptitiously between the edged of his rode, skimming along his bare thigh and up, twisting in the dark chocolate strands he found for a long moment before moving farther down and stroking the hot flesh.

Gasping, Hakkai dropped his head, exposing the pale column of his throat to Gojyo's nipping, playful bites and licks. He shuddered as a soapy hand slid around his hip and settled on the swell of his ass, their finger tips teasing as they rimmed him. "Ta..tease!" he gasped as one finger carefully prodded inside him, stroking, thrusting, pressing until he was weak kneed and clutching the edge of the tub to keep somewhat upright.

Gojyo smirked against the side of his throat, "Consider it payback for the fucking alcohol." He murmured huskily, lapping at his bobbing Adam's apple. Shifting Hakkai closer he added another finger and sped up just the slightest bit, needing to feel Hakkai around him as soon as possible.

"This…" Hakkai panted, "this was supposed to be payback for making me worry! For…for getting yourself injured, not for…oh God, not an excuse for you to have your way!"

He groaned at the way Hakkai clutched him, his nails biting into his chest, head bowed over the tub and his shoulder low enough to press messy, fleeting kisses against his fluttering stomach, velvet walls vainly struggling to suck him in all the way.

He pressed another finger in and hissed, "Want you. Fuck, 'Kai. Damn it; I'm always wanting you. I need you, now…please!" he whined piteously, shoving the robe down off his lover's thin shoulders into a puddle of white terrycloth on the floor as he bodily dragged the smaller man into the tub with him.

Hakkai floundered, a frown on his pretty face as he pushed back soap suds covered inky hair out of his mossy green eyes. He frowned until Gojyo gripping his hips hard enough to leave bruises and pulled him up until he was straddling his crotch, his slickened cock nudging him open as the warm water cooled to goosebump level on his exposed skin.

They moaned in unison as he pushed his way inside, Hakkai periodically clenching along his length as he breathed through the initial feeling of fullness. A shuddered hiss escaped his panting lips as Gojyo shifted, rolling his hips to help the feeling fade to a more comfortable level. After a few languid moments Hakkai leaned back, hands firmly planted on either side of the new piercing and lifted himself up a few inches until just the head was clenched tightly within him. A quick snap of his hips had Gojyo completely sheathed within him once more and a string of incomprehendable words torn from his lovers' mouth.

Hakkai smiled and did it again.

The second time Gojyo managed to get himself under control enough to hit Hakkai's prostrate, making the man throw back his head and groan wantonly. Taking a cue from Hakkai he did it again and against until he came hard, his release warm and sticky against Gojyo's chest before he collapsed into a limp pile of sated flesh that shivered in his arms. Thrusting raggedly a few more times Gojyo bit down hard on Hakkai's neck as the aftermaths of his orgasm clenched his muscles around him inhumanly tight. He came crying out Hakkai's name against the sweat salty tang of his throat.

Laying there in the now cool bathing water, Hakkai finally stirred enough to glare at his lover.

"What?" Gojyo asked amused as Hakkai blew soapy tendrils of hair out of his eyes.

"Now I'm going to have to disinfect the wound again, you know?" he murmured, lightly fingering the swollen navel.

Gojyo groaned in mock horror, "You sure you can't just suck on it?" he joked.

Hakkai eyed him for a long moment before turning around to pull the drain plug and then turn on the shower. "Well…we wouldn't want it to get any more infected, would we?"

He figured Gojyo's emphatic shake of the head was answer enough.

~fin.