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gracie_musicaTitle: Mirror Mirror
Date Written: 8/16-17/05
Word Count: 1,964 (this turned out to be twice as long as I initally thought)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Gojyo/Hakkai, in an established relationship
Warnings: None, really, but an extreme amount of SAP. What can I say, I like sugar in my smut.
Notes: Post-trip. Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cupnjava, a fellow 5/8/5 shipper who gives me my smut fixes. And after all, she's the one who put me on this 'ship!
It had been a long night, longer than Gojyo had thought. By the time he managed to stumble in from his brand of 'work'--spending the night swindling drunks from their hard earned money in poker and blackjack--Hakkai was already sound asleep. Hakuryuu looked up from his bed on the sofa as he silently closed the front door behind him, cheeped quietly in greeting and laid his head back down. Gojyo stroked the dragon's back as he crossed the floor to the table where Hakkai was sleeping.
Paperwork was strewn across the dining room table, the teacher face-down in his grade book, a long streak of silver across the green-and-beige checkered paper. Gojyo smiled a little to himself as he watched his lover sleep, the deep steady breathing occasionally making some of the brunette strands dance.
The half breed reached into his pocket and tossed a wad of money--tonights paycheck--onto the desk, sliding out of his coat and tossing it haphazardly over the back of one of the chairs. Carefully, trying not to awaken the demon, he slid Hakkai's chair back, lifted him and carried him to their bed.
The brunette was lighter than he remembered, which made Gojyo frown. Was his lover not eating enough again, working straight through meals and forgetting that he needed food? That settled it--he was staying home for the rest of the week, to force the man to eat at least.
The bed was messy and unmade, which proved Gojyo's theory--Hakkai had been working his ass off and hadn't even done the one thing that he was always anal about--making their bed. His green-eyed lover always made the bed; there had been more than one occassion where he had turned the gambler out of it at three in the morning to remake the bed, claiming it hadn't been made up right in the first place. It was just one of those little quirks he had that made Gojyo want to laugh and strangle him at the same time.
He set the teacher on the bed, carefully laying his head on the pillow and set about undressing the man so he would be more comfortable while he slept. First the monocle was set aside on the nightstand, within fingertip reach if Hakkai needed it in the middle of the night; then the tie and shirt, followed by the brown leather belt and khakis, leaving Hakkai in nothing but his boxers. Gojyo rolled the belt up and set it on the nightstand next to the round circle of glass, looking down at his mostly naked lover. The scar on his stomach was shiny and burn-like, and Gojyo felt compelled to kiss it every time he saw it, as if maybe enough love would erase the memory of the pain that had caused it. There were other lingering scars on his body--gifts from their trip to India and back--which he also lavished with love as he pulled the covers up to tuck them around Hakki's shoulders. He gathered the dirty clothing up and tossed them in the hamper, stripping down before entering the bathroom for a shower.
The hot water hit his tanned skin and Gojyo smiled to himself, inhaling the moisture in the air. His grin widened as he thought about how his house had changed since the introduction of the green-eyed man in his bed, and later still the white dragon sleeping on the sofa: a hamper that was actually USED; a nightstand on the other side of the bed; a bookshelf half-full of a growing library; a fridge that proudly displayed scribbled colorings and notes and other small presents from young students. And that was just the tip of the iceberg, since that fridge was always full, and the hamper was usually half-empty because the clothing was being washed on a regular basis. However, the biggest change wasn't a visible one--he could come home to HOME, not a house he happened to reside in. For once in his life, he felt like he belonged, he felt like he was needed.
He liked that feeling.
His head dipped under the spray as his hand felt blindly for the shampoo bottle, squeezing a generous amount into his palm before lathering up his hair, using the frothy bubbles that dripped onto his shoulders and chest as a bodywash to clean the rest of his skin, removing the lingering scent of alcohol and tobacco and the perfume of his female fans before climbing into bed. Just because he lived with a man didn't mean that his harem had diminished--in fact, it had grown, women wanting both him and his hansome roommate. Too bad for them, they were having enough fun by themselves to share with others.
The white lather slid down tanned skin as the running water swept it away, circling the drain clockwise before dissappearing down the hole. After the water ran clear for a few minutes Gojyo shut the water off, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist before stumbling to the sink, his footprints leaving puddles of water over the tiled floor. The half breed turned on the faucet, brushing his teeth and shaving and using the running water to clean his toothbrush and razor. Finally, after the last swipe of his razor removed the last of the stubble off his chin, he bent over, splashing the cool water over his face and removing the traces of shaving cream that remained on his face.
When he looked up, water dripping off his face, Hakkai was standing behind him. Their eyes met in the rectangular mirror, and Gojyo noticed that Hakkai's emerald eyes were dark with lust.
"You're back late," the demon told him, wrapping his arms around Gojyo and pulling him back against him. The half breed could feel his lover's erection through the fabric of the towel and the brunette's boxers. So that's why he was waiting up...
"Yeah, I had a good run tonight. And Lady Luck gets pissed if you leave when she's being so hospitable," Gojyo replied, smirking at Hakkai in the mirror.
Hakkai responded by biting his shoulder. Hard.
"Ouch! Damn it, 'Kai, that hurt!"
"Good," Hakkai replied, licking at the reddening circle, soothing the flesh with his tongue.
"Good? GOOD?! Damn, you're sadistic."
"Not sadistic," the brunette corrected using his 'teacher-voice', "territorial. You're MINE, Sha Gojyo, no one else's."
"Ooh, kinky," Gojyo replied as another bite, lighter this time, was placed on the junction between his neck and his shoulder. "And what do you plan to do with me, oh Master?"
Hakkai's refelction grinned at him in the mirror. "That's a secret," came the whispered reply before Gojyo's eyes were covered by a terry cloth hand towel. With his eyes covered, Gojyo grinned back at Hakkai, allowing his shorter lover to lead him to their bedroom. Sometimes something just got INTO the brunette, and the result was always enjoyable for the redhead.
Hakkai left his side and he heard the bedsprings creak, signaling that the man had climbed into bed. He could hear cloth shifting as his lover got situated, and finally heard his smooth voice asking him if he was just going to stand there blind all night. Within a heartbeat the makeshift blindfold was off, and Gojyo was treated to a wonderful sight: His lover naked on their bed, the lamp on one of the nightstands illuminating his pale skin as one long-fingered, extremely talented hand slid up and down his erection.
"Exhibitionist," Gojyo teased as he sat on the bed, watching Hakkai pleasure himself.
"You like to watch," the brunette replied, his face slightly flushed from arousal. "Besides, I have to keep you interested some way, especially when such lovely ladies as Luck are trying to seduce you away from me."
"You are more beautiful than any of those floozies," Gojyo replied sincerely, and grinned as the flush across Hakkai's cheeks deepened, the brunette closing his eyes and turning his head slightly in flustered embarassment from the compliment.
"Flatterer," Hakkai replied, his hand speeding up slighty as a reward for the comment.
Gojyo groaned and slid a hand under the towel, gently touching the weeping head of his own arousal before smearing the precum around the crown. His eyes were fixated on Hakkai, watching the hand sliding up and down his lover's cock, the muscles in his arms and chest tighten with every stroke, watching the flush creep slowly down pale skin, his chest heaving. The redhead was so caught up in the visual banquet in front of him that he didn't even notice the other hand until it was between his legs, slicked fingers pressing gently against his entrance. He groaned and fell back onto the bed, spreading his legs as Hakkai sat up, slowly pressing two fingers into his body, the soft callused tips massaging the muscles inside him.
Without speaking, the two managed to move to the side of the bed, Gojyo positioning himself above Hakkai's cock before slowly impaling himself on his lover's body. The towel had long been disposed of, probably flung clear across the room, and Gojyo's back was flush against Hakkai's front, his head tipped back to let the brunette devour his mouth. Hakkai pulled his head back a fraction, damp lips ghosting over Gojyo's. "Look across the room."
Gojyo did so and what he saw took his breath away. Hakkai had set up the full-length mirror that usually stayed in the bathroom, and the light from the lamp shone on the two. He could see the flush that he had noticed on Hakkai's skin on his as well, turning his complexion darker; Hakkai's hands on his hips, on his stomach, making his skin stand out even more; both their lips were kiss-swollen, their tongues showing between parted teeth as they panted for breath; and he could see Hakkai's dick disappearing between the hemispheres of his ass. The half breed moaned and leaned his head back, crimson eyes locked on the emerald ones reflected in the mirror. "When'd you move that?"
"Before you came home," Hakkai replied, nibbling on his earlobe. "Like I said, you like to watch," he cotinued, pushing his hips up a fraction.
Gojyo groaned as he saw the movement and felt Hakkai press deeper into his body. His eyes were locked onto the image before him; he couldn't look away even if he wanted to. He continued watching, mesmerized, as a pale hand slid lower, down his hips and stomach, gently teasing the sensitive skin just above curly pubic hair and his painful dick with his fingertips. Each touch made him grind back against the brunette, and before long Gojyo was enthusiastically riding Hakkai, both his and his lover's hands stroking his cock. The slick drops of clear precum made their fingers slippery, sliding over skin and each other's fingers, their tongues dueling for dominance while their eyes were locked on the image captured in the clear silver glass.
The image stayed in Gojyo's mind as his vision blacked when his orgasm slammed into him. He faintly felt Hakkai peak inside his body, felt the white-hot wash of cum coat his insides, but when he finally came back to himself, the two of them were underneath the covers, Hakkai's warm hands running up and down his arms, his back...
"You back with me, lover?" the brunette asked, his hand sliding down to lace his fingers with Gojyo's.
"Always," he replied, bringing the pale hand up to press kisses into the palm, nuzzling the soft skin.
Hakkai ran his fingers through long crimson strands, and both proceeded to get lost in emerald and crimson seas.
Date Written: 8/16-17/05
Word Count: 1,964 (this turned out to be twice as long as I initally thought)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Gojyo/Hakkai, in an established relationship
Warnings: None, really, but an extreme amount of SAP. What can I say, I like sugar in my smut.
Notes: Post-trip. Dedicated to
cupnjava, a fellow 5/8/5 shipper who gives me my smut fixes. And after all, she's the one who put me on this 'ship!It had been a long night, longer than Gojyo had thought. By the time he managed to stumble in from his brand of 'work'--spending the night swindling drunks from their hard earned money in poker and blackjack--Hakkai was already sound asleep. Hakuryuu looked up from his bed on the sofa as he silently closed the front door behind him, cheeped quietly in greeting and laid his head back down. Gojyo stroked the dragon's back as he crossed the floor to the table where Hakkai was sleeping.
Paperwork was strewn across the dining room table, the teacher face-down in his grade book, a long streak of silver across the green-and-beige checkered paper. Gojyo smiled a little to himself as he watched his lover sleep, the deep steady breathing occasionally making some of the brunette strands dance.
The half breed reached into his pocket and tossed a wad of money--tonights paycheck--onto the desk, sliding out of his coat and tossing it haphazardly over the back of one of the chairs. Carefully, trying not to awaken the demon, he slid Hakkai's chair back, lifted him and carried him to their bed.
The brunette was lighter than he remembered, which made Gojyo frown. Was his lover not eating enough again, working straight through meals and forgetting that he needed food? That settled it--he was staying home for the rest of the week, to force the man to eat at least.
The bed was messy and unmade, which proved Gojyo's theory--Hakkai had been working his ass off and hadn't even done the one thing that he was always anal about--making their bed. His green-eyed lover always made the bed; there had been more than one occassion where he had turned the gambler out of it at three in the morning to remake the bed, claiming it hadn't been made up right in the first place. It was just one of those little quirks he had that made Gojyo want to laugh and strangle him at the same time.
He set the teacher on the bed, carefully laying his head on the pillow and set about undressing the man so he would be more comfortable while he slept. First the monocle was set aside on the nightstand, within fingertip reach if Hakkai needed it in the middle of the night; then the tie and shirt, followed by the brown leather belt and khakis, leaving Hakkai in nothing but his boxers. Gojyo rolled the belt up and set it on the nightstand next to the round circle of glass, looking down at his mostly naked lover. The scar on his stomach was shiny and burn-like, and Gojyo felt compelled to kiss it every time he saw it, as if maybe enough love would erase the memory of the pain that had caused it. There were other lingering scars on his body--gifts from their trip to India and back--which he also lavished with love as he pulled the covers up to tuck them around Hakki's shoulders. He gathered the dirty clothing up and tossed them in the hamper, stripping down before entering the bathroom for a shower.
The hot water hit his tanned skin and Gojyo smiled to himself, inhaling the moisture in the air. His grin widened as he thought about how his house had changed since the introduction of the green-eyed man in his bed, and later still the white dragon sleeping on the sofa: a hamper that was actually USED; a nightstand on the other side of the bed; a bookshelf half-full of a growing library; a fridge that proudly displayed scribbled colorings and notes and other small presents from young students. And that was just the tip of the iceberg, since that fridge was always full, and the hamper was usually half-empty because the clothing was being washed on a regular basis. However, the biggest change wasn't a visible one--he could come home to HOME, not a house he happened to reside in. For once in his life, he felt like he belonged, he felt like he was needed.
He liked that feeling.
His head dipped under the spray as his hand felt blindly for the shampoo bottle, squeezing a generous amount into his palm before lathering up his hair, using the frothy bubbles that dripped onto his shoulders and chest as a bodywash to clean the rest of his skin, removing the lingering scent of alcohol and tobacco and the perfume of his female fans before climbing into bed. Just because he lived with a man didn't mean that his harem had diminished--in fact, it had grown, women wanting both him and his hansome roommate. Too bad for them, they were having enough fun by themselves to share with others.
The white lather slid down tanned skin as the running water swept it away, circling the drain clockwise before dissappearing down the hole. After the water ran clear for a few minutes Gojyo shut the water off, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist before stumbling to the sink, his footprints leaving puddles of water over the tiled floor. The half breed turned on the faucet, brushing his teeth and shaving and using the running water to clean his toothbrush and razor. Finally, after the last swipe of his razor removed the last of the stubble off his chin, he bent over, splashing the cool water over his face and removing the traces of shaving cream that remained on his face.
When he looked up, water dripping off his face, Hakkai was standing behind him. Their eyes met in the rectangular mirror, and Gojyo noticed that Hakkai's emerald eyes were dark with lust.
"You're back late," the demon told him, wrapping his arms around Gojyo and pulling him back against him. The half breed could feel his lover's erection through the fabric of the towel and the brunette's boxers. So that's why he was waiting up...
"Yeah, I had a good run tonight. And Lady Luck gets pissed if you leave when she's being so hospitable," Gojyo replied, smirking at Hakkai in the mirror.
Hakkai responded by biting his shoulder. Hard.
"Ouch! Damn it, 'Kai, that hurt!"
"Good," Hakkai replied, licking at the reddening circle, soothing the flesh with his tongue.
"Good? GOOD?! Damn, you're sadistic."
"Not sadistic," the brunette corrected using his 'teacher-voice', "territorial. You're MINE, Sha Gojyo, no one else's."
"Ooh, kinky," Gojyo replied as another bite, lighter this time, was placed on the junction between his neck and his shoulder. "And what do you plan to do with me, oh Master?"
Hakkai's refelction grinned at him in the mirror. "That's a secret," came the whispered reply before Gojyo's eyes were covered by a terry cloth hand towel. With his eyes covered, Gojyo grinned back at Hakkai, allowing his shorter lover to lead him to their bedroom. Sometimes something just got INTO the brunette, and the result was always enjoyable for the redhead.
Hakkai left his side and he heard the bedsprings creak, signaling that the man had climbed into bed. He could hear cloth shifting as his lover got situated, and finally heard his smooth voice asking him if he was just going to stand there blind all night. Within a heartbeat the makeshift blindfold was off, and Gojyo was treated to a wonderful sight: His lover naked on their bed, the lamp on one of the nightstands illuminating his pale skin as one long-fingered, extremely talented hand slid up and down his erection.
"Exhibitionist," Gojyo teased as he sat on the bed, watching Hakkai pleasure himself.
"You like to watch," the brunette replied, his face slightly flushed from arousal. "Besides, I have to keep you interested some way, especially when such lovely ladies as Luck are trying to seduce you away from me."
"You are more beautiful than any of those floozies," Gojyo replied sincerely, and grinned as the flush across Hakkai's cheeks deepened, the brunette closing his eyes and turning his head slightly in flustered embarassment from the compliment.
"Flatterer," Hakkai replied, his hand speeding up slighty as a reward for the comment.
Gojyo groaned and slid a hand under the towel, gently touching the weeping head of his own arousal before smearing the precum around the crown. His eyes were fixated on Hakkai, watching the hand sliding up and down his lover's cock, the muscles in his arms and chest tighten with every stroke, watching the flush creep slowly down pale skin, his chest heaving. The redhead was so caught up in the visual banquet in front of him that he didn't even notice the other hand until it was between his legs, slicked fingers pressing gently against his entrance. He groaned and fell back onto the bed, spreading his legs as Hakkai sat up, slowly pressing two fingers into his body, the soft callused tips massaging the muscles inside him.
Without speaking, the two managed to move to the side of the bed, Gojyo positioning himself above Hakkai's cock before slowly impaling himself on his lover's body. The towel had long been disposed of, probably flung clear across the room, and Gojyo's back was flush against Hakkai's front, his head tipped back to let the brunette devour his mouth. Hakkai pulled his head back a fraction, damp lips ghosting over Gojyo's. "Look across the room."
Gojyo did so and what he saw took his breath away. Hakkai had set up the full-length mirror that usually stayed in the bathroom, and the light from the lamp shone on the two. He could see the flush that he had noticed on Hakkai's skin on his as well, turning his complexion darker; Hakkai's hands on his hips, on his stomach, making his skin stand out even more; both their lips were kiss-swollen, their tongues showing between parted teeth as they panted for breath; and he could see Hakkai's dick disappearing between the hemispheres of his ass. The half breed moaned and leaned his head back, crimson eyes locked on the emerald ones reflected in the mirror. "When'd you move that?"
"Before you came home," Hakkai replied, nibbling on his earlobe. "Like I said, you like to watch," he cotinued, pushing his hips up a fraction.
Gojyo groaned as he saw the movement and felt Hakkai press deeper into his body. His eyes were locked onto the image before him; he couldn't look away even if he wanted to. He continued watching, mesmerized, as a pale hand slid lower, down his hips and stomach, gently teasing the sensitive skin just above curly pubic hair and his painful dick with his fingertips. Each touch made him grind back against the brunette, and before long Gojyo was enthusiastically riding Hakkai, both his and his lover's hands stroking his cock. The slick drops of clear precum made their fingers slippery, sliding over skin and each other's fingers, their tongues dueling for dominance while their eyes were locked on the image captured in the clear silver glass.
The image stayed in Gojyo's mind as his vision blacked when his orgasm slammed into him. He faintly felt Hakkai peak inside his body, felt the white-hot wash of cum coat his insides, but when he finally came back to himself, the two of them were underneath the covers, Hakkai's warm hands running up and down his arms, his back...
"You back with me, lover?" the brunette asked, his hand sliding down to lace his fingers with Gojyo's.
"Always," he replied, bringing the pale hand up to press kisses into the palm, nuzzling the soft skin.
Hakkai ran his fingers through long crimson strands, and both proceeded to get lost in emerald and crimson seas.
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Date: 2005-08-18 02:14 am (UTC)The mirror? Hot. Masturbating in front of Gojyo? Double hot.
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Date: 2005-08-18 02:17 am (UTC):: chuckles :: I'm glad you enjoyed it. :: has the AC on about 70 at current ::
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Date: 2005-08-18 02:51 am (UTC)That was awesome! Great visual work with the mirrors!
The bit with Gojyo shaving -- gods why is Gojyo shaving so hot? -- was wonderful. What a visual -- water running down his face. LOVELY!
Gojyo orgasming to unconsciousness -- You go Hakkai!
I love the tenderness from Gojyo mixed with the raw lust from Hakkai. That is wonderful and shows the comfort of their relationship extreemly well.
Thank you, thank you for writing this for me! Awww...so wonderful!
c[~]~~~*sip*
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Date: 2005-08-18 04:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-18 07:56 am (UTC)hot hot hot ... and I just have to go and read it at work ^_^
Personalised porn again!
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Date: 2005-08-18 02:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-06 02:59 pm (UTC)The use of the mirror (both in the bathroom and in the bedroom) were incredibly sexy! It made me feel like a double voyeur -- us watching them watch themselves. ^_~
And the little things that Gojyo notices about Hakkai and does for Hakkai... noticing that he's been working hard, noticing the change in his weight, noticing the unmade bed... You really give the readers a sense of how deeply in love Gojyo is.
In the beginning of the series, Gojyo didn't care about himself -- he was content just to go through the motions of life... but you've really given the reader the sense that Hakkai has changed all of that.
You treat the reader to all the small adjustments Gojyo has made in his life... which really signifies his shift in attitude about himself -- putting his jacket on the chair, putting clothes in hamper, the careful grooming of himself -- all lead the reader to the same conclusion as Gojyo -- that in Hakkai, he has finally found a home.
And on Hakkai's side... becoming less reserved and more sexually adventurous. It seems like Hakkai and Gojyo have both taken on some of the healthy habits of the other.
Simply beautiful. Thank you for sharing. ^_^
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Date: 2007-07-08 07:44 am (UTC)And on Hakkai's side... becoming less reserved and more sexually adventurous. It seems like Hakkai and Gojyo have both taken on some of the healthy habits of the other.
Dead center. You're perfectly spot on. *claps*
The mirror thing... I always see Gojyo as what teachers call 'visual learners'. A lot of his apperance (especially during the part when he meets Gonou) is, well, visual. He takes great pride in his long hair, particularly, he's always clean-shaven and looks great. Hakkai picks up on this, and thus, the mirrors.
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Date: 2007-07-10 03:13 am (UTC)Also, Gojyo never got any tenderness when he was growing up. His stepmother was abusive... and while Jien loved him... Jien's love was more of the big brother 'tough love' variety (i.e. telling Gojyo not to cry, etc)... So I imagine that their tender, loving touching of each other... and Hakkai doing those little things to try to please Gojyo... is a particularly moving image for Gojyo.