More than Meets the Eye

85/T+

Ordinary World AU pt. 13

He was slightly terrified and more than a tad turned on when Hakkai greeted him at the front door. The brunette was wearing a pair of Gojyo's tight black leather pants and a ruffled silk shirt. Over the ensemble was a floor length black trench, its high collar stiff with starch and topped off by a heavy black metal cross on a leather thong around his neck. His pale features were accentuated with heavy black eyeliner that made his green eyes glow with an otherworldly fire and the pewter ear cuffs had been switched out for one larger cuff with several small chains linking to the small silver stud in his ear. His hair was slicked back and almost black in the wan light of the hallway. He leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe, a small envelope held between two fingers and a teasing little smile on his lips.

"Uh…I take it we're going out tonight?" Gojyo joked, kicking off his boots and dropping his backpack to the floor.

"I thought you might enjoy a change of pace. A student told me about a new club opening up called Avalon."

"And you got us tickets." He stated simply as they went inside. He wrapped an arm loosely around Hakkai's waist enjoying the feel of his lover molding against him effortlessly.

Nodding his head Hakkai's smile tightened slightly, "You didn't have any other plans tonight, did you?"

"Baby, you couldn't make me stay home with you all decked out like this." He murmured against Hakkai's temple and nipped playfully at the cuffed ear.

"Give me a few minutes to get ready and we'll head out. You going to be okay wearing contacts? Didn't they bug you last time?" he asked concerned as they made their way to their bedroom.

Hakkai perched on the foot of the bed and restrained himself from rubbing his eyes; they were odd feeling, but he hadn't been wearing them all day so he was sure he could manage.

"I'll be fine."

"So, Avalon, huh? Where'd you find out about it again?"

"I overheard a student saying their sister frequented the establishment."

Gojyo frowned into the fabric of his shirt as he pulled it over his head. "You sure it's a good idea going someplace one of your kids might be at?"

Hakkai waved dismissively, "It's 21 and over, none of my students should be able to get in. Besides…"

Gojyo jumped startled as cold hands slid around his bare waist. Hakkai leaned in and whispered, "Do you really think any of them will recognize me like this? I highly doubt they'd ever imagine me in a Goth club."

Chuckling Gojyo twisted back and claimed his smirking lips in a searing kiss. "Yeah, who'd guess Clark Kent was really a closet homo freak?" he murmured.

Frowning at his lover for the comment Hakkai pulled back. "Really, sometimes I wonder who taught you manners, I prefer to think of myself as an explorer of sensuality, but …"

"Smart ass." Gojyo grumbled as he pulled on a tight ribbed top and dug around for his club wear. The White waist length jacket with multiple black leather straps and buckles faintly resembled a strait jacket; along with the white pants and stark black combat boots he resembled an escaped mental patient. A hot escaped mental patient, Gojyo corrected smugly time and again.

"Ready?" Hakkai called from the dresser, locating his bag and double checking the contents.

Smiling wolfishly, Gojyo grabbed him around the waist and proceeded to kiss him breathless. "You sure you wouldn't rather stay home?"

Hakkai chuckled warmly and licked his lips. "Oh, I think you'll enjoy this more, love. Come on."

"Promises, promises."

XXXXXXX

The club was thrumming with people as they pushed their way in from the front door. Avalon was a refurbished warehouse in the meatpacking district-all cold metal and warm stained glass windows. Electric blue lighting ringed the ceiling in a twisting spiral that made one dizzy if you tried to trace the pattern for too long. Gojyo gave up and just focused on the feel of his lover pressed against his back as he fought his way to the bar.

He was half deaf from the pounding base and wailing violin music coming out of the amps hanging precariously from the ceiling. Just one snap, he thought and then firmly pushed the depressing image from his mind.

"Drink?" he hollered over his shoulder, smiling when Hakkai nodded and splayed his fingers into a V shape. Their own private code for a vodka on the rocks. He'd grab a beer for himself and then find a place for them to hole up for a bit to check the place out, but so far he liked the vibe here.

Turning to place his order he noticed a dark figure at the end of the bar and frowned. There was something about the guy in the wrinkled black shirt and cold flashing glasses that instantly made him on edge but he couldn't place it.

"Gojyo?" Hakkai's lilting voice in his ear made him jump.

"Shit, 'Kai! Don't do that to me!"

Frowning, Hakkai took the proffered drink and turned back towards the stage. The place was jumping, as much as Goth clubs 'jumped', but still, he was surprised by the amount of people in the space. There were the required vampire wannabes in one corner, the Goth Lolitas trying to appear non-interested a few feet away. The standard Hot Topic college kids and then a few who, like them, made their own or had them made to custom specs.

He was actually very pleased with their outfits. It'd taken him a while to convince Gojyo the look would work on them, but as usual, stripping the man had made everything work out in his favor. He smiled slightly at the memory as the music took a dark, twisting turn, the slide of an electric guitar wailing from the speakers. He swayed slightly, one hand cradling the glass against his chest and rolled his head, eyes closed as he let the music wash around him.

There was a cool slide of damp fingers against his cheek and he smiled. Gojyo had always said he was too closed up when dancing. They had made a game of it over the years-Hakkai would fade into the music and Gojyo would let him, sometimes waiting several songs until he slid in behind and 'brought him back'. Somehow they always ended up pressed against each other in the half light of a dark corner; a most pleasurable way of spending the night indeed.

The fingers slid around to cup the back of Hakkai's skull, nails biting in as their owner leaned in and nipped at the chains of his cuffed ear. Hakkai was jerked back by a strong hand twisting painfully in his hair. The sensation of a strange chest and the smell of the wrong brand of cigarettes flooded his nose as his eyes snapped open. He struggled against the crushing weight of another man's arm, glass slipping from his fingers to shatter against the concrete floor.

A muffled chuckle skipped across his skin, the sound dark and dangerous. Panic caught in his throat as he tried to cry out, a sweaty hand pressed tight across his mouth as pain erupted along his neck. Fingers pulled the tight lacey collar away from the pale column with enough force to rip the buttons loose. He felt teeth press against his skin, felt the flesh bruise and split, the tang of coppery blood in his nose and he struggled to get an arm free. He slammed his elbow backwards with bruising force and spun out of the other's embrace. Whirling he stood staring at the man gasping, a hand pressed against his bitten neck as he wiped the other across his mouth in disgust.

Straightening, black greasy hair fell out of steely blue eyes, their color obscured behind a flash of neon light against the man's glasses. Hakkai didn't recognize the stranger, but he recognized a threat and this man was most assuredly a threat to him. He glanced over the man's shoulder for the telltale flash of red and white trying to find his partner.

"Lover boy won't be joining us I'm afraid." The smooth voice stated humorously, rubbing his side where Hakkai had hit him.

"What did you do to him?" He growled out between clenched teeth.

"Nothing. He seemed interested in some surly blonde number that was bitching out the bartender and if he was stupid enough to leave you by yourself…" the man let the thought hang there like a knife blade between them: if Gojyo had left him alone there was no one to care if someone else took possession of him.

Hakkai's eyes narrowed in anger. This man had dared to touch him, had dared to think he knew a thing about them, about Hakkai. Straightening, he canted his hips, placed a long fingered hand on his waist and smiled, his shirt collar ripped open and a smear of blood standing out in stark contrast against his alabaster skin. If the man had known him he would have backed away carefully, but he didn't know him and he had no idea that a smiling Hakkai was something to be terribly afraid of.

"So," he quipped dangerously, "you thought to keep me company, eh?"

"Something like that," the other purred, his voice dripping with innuendo and promise.

"Do you really think you can handle me?" Hakkai stepped in closer, his voice like silk as he twisted away from the man's touch at the last minute, seeming to curl around him, yet always just out of touch.

"I think I can do a sight better than pretty boy over there." He inclined his head towards a corner of the bar.

Hakkai laughed sweetly when he caught sight of the 'blonde' Gojyo had abandoned him for. He caught a pair of violet eyes and snarled softly, it was about time the people around him had to realize he wasn't as 'weak' as they thought.

Gojyo had a tendency to be overly protective of him. Granted, he had given the man things to be worried over in the past, but he hadn't tried to hurt himself in several years, Gojyo should trust Hakkai's judgment by now.

He knew most people only saw him as an easy mark. As the guy who didn't get close to anyone else. Whose world revolved around a few select individuals and they'd be absolutely correct. He saw no need to bother with anyone he didn't care about and he cared about this stranger in the least. He could read the guy like a book. The aura around him screamed possessive and dangerous. Hakkai knew it instinctively-he was like that himself after all.

Most people never realized it. They never saw the side that backed Gojyo into a corner and claimed his neck like some fictional Dracula-marking him for the world to see. They never saw the side of him that made grown women burst into tears at a chilling look when they dared to touch his lover, or how later he would fling him onto their bed and make him scream his name over and over again.

No, they never saw his dark side, they never even guessed. His smile took on a predatory edge when he caught the terrified look in Gojyo's eyes from across the room as the redhead struggled to get to his side before he did something self-destructive.

"I think you'd look better in chains than all these layers." The man murmured lustily, getting close enough to run his fingers down Hakkai's chest.

Sharp white teeth showed for a second before Hakkai bit back the urge to maim the creep. Didn't he know he was just being toyed with? He might threaten, but he'd never actually leave Gojyo. Hakkai felt a stab of guilt at the thought that he was leading the guy on, but then he remembered the feel of those cruelly twisted lips against his throat and stifled a shudder; no one, other than Gojyo, touched him.

The guy raised his hand to fist in the loose lace at his throat. Nicotine stained fingers curled in the soft fabric…and snapped. Hakkai smiled serenely as he bent another finger at an impossible angle, the joint crunching like gravel underfoot. The man crumpled to the floor, cradling his broken hand against his chest.

Leaning in close Hakkai whispered against his ear, "Sorry, I'm not one to bottom."

Gojyo reached Hakkai's side in a mad rush that sent several people crashing into their neighbors. Reaching out he wrapped his arms protectively around his lover's thin chest and dragged him back against him. Eyes wide with fear as he noticed the blood and teeth marks before he noticed the guy crumpled on the floor.

"'Kai!"

"I'm fine." He murmured, petting Gojyo's hands absently. He glared at the man by his feet and then smiled dangerously. "I think it's time to go though. I'm starting to get a tad upset."

Looking the guy over Gojyo glowered. Keeping a firm arm wrapped around his lover's waist he paused as they walked past the man and stated clearly that if he ever saw the guy again it wouldn't just be his fingers that got broken.

Hakkai grimaced at the over protective nature, but somewhere deep inside relished the idea of his partner ripping the stranger apart. Not that it mattered. Avalon had appeared to be a lot farther from heaven than he'd imagined.

They past Sanzo at the door.

"You two rejects can't do anything normally, can you?" he groused, lit Marlboro smoldering in his fingers as he looked them over.

Hakkai shrugged and smiled sweetly at the surely blonde, "I'll have to remember to bring Goku with us next time, if nothing else than to be assured that my dance partner is free. Good night, Sanzo."

Sanzo cursed under his breath as they past. Hakkai hid a smile as he felt Gojyo tense besides him.

"So, we gonna talk about this?"

"I wasn't planning on it."

"You're pissed though."

"Whatever gave you that impression?"

"For fuck's sake, 'Kai, you know I never wanted anything like this to happen!" stopping short he spun the brunette around and fingered the bite. "The minute I realized you were gone I came looking for you."

"Sanzo told you I was gone, Gojyo, and I more than handled the situation myself. I don't need you trying to protect me all the time."

"The hell you don't! You're gone five minutes and some whack job has his hands all over you! You're mine you fucking idiot! Mine!" he growled out savagely, red eyes flashing in the headlights that passed them.

Hakkai barred his teeth slightly, a snarl curling his lips, " I do believe it's the other way around and you know it Gojyo. I wouldn't continue to argue with me right now. I'm in a very bad mood."

"Hakkai!"he called out as Hakkai turned and started walking away.

"Gojyo." His voice was ice as he stared back over his shoulder. "We're going home. Now."

"We're not done." He persisted, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he started walking forwards.

Hakkai reached back and gripped a handful of loose red hair in a painful grip, pulling Gojyo up hard against him. Pulling his head down he crashed their mouths together in a mind numbing kiss that left Gojyo gasping for breath and eyes hooded.

"You're right. We're not even close to being done with this, but right now I want to go home and get the smell of that…person," he sneered, "off of me and then I'm going to make it so you never forget who you belong with."

Gojyo blanched and then flushed. There was something seriously wrong with him if he was getting hard just hearing the possessive taint to Hakkai's voice. Then again, nothing about their relationship had ever been 'normal'. He smirked as Hakkai dragged him along behind him.

Normal was overrated anyways.

~fin