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rheasilvia) wrote2004-11-28 08:37 pm
rheasilvia) wrote2004-11-28 08:37 pm
Gensoumaden Saiyuki Slash
After a long fannish dry spell, I've written a short story - 1.000 words of Gojyo/Hakkai, to be precise. Because ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
permetaform said she wanted some 58 for Christmas, and I've been wanting to write these guys for a while.
Thank you,me_n_thee, for the beta!
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by Sylvia
Somehow he'd never learned to say no. It didn't matter if it was a pretty young girl, a wrinkled old bat with more hair on her teeth than on her head, an underage brat with a chest as flat as a board, or not a woman at all.
He killed people, youkai and human, and felt not so much as a sliver of remorse, and he knew that he was the kind of guy you wouldn't lend money to, and certainly wouldn't trust with your daughter's virtue. Or with anything, really, unless you had no choice. He didn't mind – in fact, it made things easier.
All the same he couldn't turn away, couldn't refuse that look in the eyes of someone who needed something – needed it so badly that they would turn even to Sha Gojyo. He wasn't what anyone needed, really. But when they were desperate enough to forget this, and look at him with that burning, hungry need, he would still try to do something, anything. Just to get that look out of their eyes. To stop them looking.
He didn't like to be looked at. It wasn't the color of his eyes and hair, that he let grow until it fell down his back loose and glossy and shining in the hue of abomination, silken sign of sin that girls who didn't know any better cooed over. He didn't mind lustful stares, or angry glares, or even superior once-overs. He just didn't like to be *looked* at.
There had been something in the eyes of the man he'd stumbled across bleeding his life out into the rain and the mud, who'd looked up at him without expectation or hope of rescue. Later, Gojyo decided that it must have been subconscious, buried so deep within his psyche that Hakkai – Gonou – whoever he had been that night – hadn't known of it himself.
But Gojyo had seen it.
There hadn't really been any choice. He could no more have walked away than he could have voluntarily stopped breathing.
Hakkai still looked at him, even now that he was patched up and set up with a new name and a new life, calm and smiling and in control all the time. And there was still that raw desperation buried somewhere deep, and Gojyo didn't know what to do, because there wasn't any way he could give Hakkai what he needed, to make him stop looking. Hakkai didn't need to be protected, at least not from things Gojyo could protect him from, and it was too late to save him. Gojyo had always been too late for that, even when he'd carried him home, his blood mingling with rainwater to trail onto Gojyo's floor and bedclothes.
It was unsettling, and lately when Gojyo went out to find someone to share a bed with, he did it more to escape that look than to slake his own desire.
"What do you want?" he'd asked Hakkai more than once, and it had come out aggressive because he felt helpless, didn't know what to do, how to supply the need that was there, like an open wound.
Hakkai had always lowered his gaze and smiled and bowed slightly, apologizing and explaining that he'd just been daydreaming, and hadn't meant to stare. And when he looked up again, the raw look would still be in his eyes, and he would be looking at Gojyo even when he was turned elsewhere, talking calmly to the monk or clucking gently at Hakuryuu.
When Hakkai cornered him one evening, just as he'd returned to the inn they'd found that day, it wasn't a surprise, although Gojyo suspected it should have been.
"I'm cold," Hakkai said, and his voice was dark and raw and open, not at all like his usual Hakkai-voice. "I'm so cold, Gojyo."
It wasn't even a surprise when he backed Gojyo against the wall and caught his mouth in a kiss, not gentle so much as testing, his body pressing close, the power that hummed beneath his skin almost burning Gojyo's palms when he put his hands on Hakkai's shoulders.
There was nothing Gojyo could do but open his mouth to the kiss. Hakkai gave a stifled, curiously uncontrolled little sound and surged against Gojyo's body, crushing him against the wall as the kiss turned suddenly demanding, ravenous. Wild. He buried a hand in Gojyo's hair to tilt his head a bit, just the way he wanted it, and not long afterwards he buried himself in Gojyo's body, and his hand on Gojyo's hip urged him to rise against him just so.
Gojyo tilted his head into the suddenly wild kiss, and his hair sheeted forward, falling around them like a scarlet curtain. Not long afterwards his body rose obligingly, long used to such cues from lovers, well-trained and eager.
He couldn't refuse Hakkai, and it was good, the feeling of Hakkai against him, his lips on Gojyo's skin, his teeth biting down hard enough to mark him, the feeling of Hakkai inside him, Hakkai's hands and body and mouth and eyes all rapacious on him, ravaging him with a skill that – while not expected – was not a surprise, either.
Lying in Hakkai's bed afterwards, with Hakkai sprawled over him sweaty and naked and asleep, Gojyo wondered if he'd helped, or just made matters worse. But Hakkai's arm tightened around his waist when he shifted, so he stayed and watched his friend sleep until dawn lightened the night outside the window and Sanzo's bellow from across the hall announced that it was time to get back on the road.
"Gojyo," Hakkai murmured, and the look when he looked at Gojyo now was different, the need softened into something unfamiliar and unexpectedly painful. Hakkai's touch was gentle as his fingers ghosted over Gojyo's face, as he combed a hand through his hair, untangling it and spreading it out over the pillow.
Gojyo wasn't what anyone needed. Not really. But… maybe he could pretend, for a little while.
As always, any kind of feedback - good or bad - is very much appreciated.
permetaform said she wanted some 58 for Christmas, and I've been wanting to write these guys for a while. Thank you,
me_n_thee, for the beta!Need
by Sylvia
Somehow he'd never learned to say no. It didn't matter if it was a pretty young girl, a wrinkled old bat with more hair on her teeth than on her head, an underage brat with a chest as flat as a board, or not a woman at all.
He killed people, youkai and human, and felt not so much as a sliver of remorse, and he knew that he was the kind of guy you wouldn't lend money to, and certainly wouldn't trust with your daughter's virtue. Or with anything, really, unless you had no choice. He didn't mind – in fact, it made things easier.
All the same he couldn't turn away, couldn't refuse that look in the eyes of someone who needed something – needed it so badly that they would turn even to Sha Gojyo. He wasn't what anyone needed, really. But when they were desperate enough to forget this, and look at him with that burning, hungry need, he would still try to do something, anything. Just to get that look out of their eyes. To stop them looking.
He didn't like to be looked at. It wasn't the color of his eyes and hair, that he let grow until it fell down his back loose and glossy and shining in the hue of abomination, silken sign of sin that girls who didn't know any better cooed over. He didn't mind lustful stares, or angry glares, or even superior once-overs. He just didn't like to be *looked* at.
There had been something in the eyes of the man he'd stumbled across bleeding his life out into the rain and the mud, who'd looked up at him without expectation or hope of rescue. Later, Gojyo decided that it must have been subconscious, buried so deep within his psyche that Hakkai – Gonou – whoever he had been that night – hadn't known of it himself.
But Gojyo had seen it.
There hadn't really been any choice. He could no more have walked away than he could have voluntarily stopped breathing.
Hakkai still looked at him, even now that he was patched up and set up with a new name and a new life, calm and smiling and in control all the time. And there was still that raw desperation buried somewhere deep, and Gojyo didn't know what to do, because there wasn't any way he could give Hakkai what he needed, to make him stop looking. Hakkai didn't need to be protected, at least not from things Gojyo could protect him from, and it was too late to save him. Gojyo had always been too late for that, even when he'd carried him home, his blood mingling with rainwater to trail onto Gojyo's floor and bedclothes.
It was unsettling, and lately when Gojyo went out to find someone to share a bed with, he did it more to escape that look than to slake his own desire.
"What do you want?" he'd asked Hakkai more than once, and it had come out aggressive because he felt helpless, didn't know what to do, how to supply the need that was there, like an open wound.
Hakkai had always lowered his gaze and smiled and bowed slightly, apologizing and explaining that he'd just been daydreaming, and hadn't meant to stare. And when he looked up again, the raw look would still be in his eyes, and he would be looking at Gojyo even when he was turned elsewhere, talking calmly to the monk or clucking gently at Hakuryuu.
When Hakkai cornered him one evening, just as he'd returned to the inn they'd found that day, it wasn't a surprise, although Gojyo suspected it should have been.
"I'm cold," Hakkai said, and his voice was dark and raw and open, not at all like his usual Hakkai-voice. "I'm so cold, Gojyo."
It wasn't even a surprise when he backed Gojyo against the wall and caught his mouth in a kiss, not gentle so much as testing, his body pressing close, the power that hummed beneath his skin almost burning Gojyo's palms when he put his hands on Hakkai's shoulders.
There was nothing Gojyo could do but open his mouth to the kiss. Hakkai gave a stifled, curiously uncontrolled little sound and surged against Gojyo's body, crushing him against the wall as the kiss turned suddenly demanding, ravenous. Wild. He buried a hand in Gojyo's hair to tilt his head a bit, just the way he wanted it, and not long afterwards he buried himself in Gojyo's body, and his hand on Gojyo's hip urged him to rise against him just so.
Gojyo tilted his head into the suddenly wild kiss, and his hair sheeted forward, falling around them like a scarlet curtain. Not long afterwards his body rose obligingly, long used to such cues from lovers, well-trained and eager.
He couldn't refuse Hakkai, and it was good, the feeling of Hakkai against him, his lips on Gojyo's skin, his teeth biting down hard enough to mark him, the feeling of Hakkai inside him, Hakkai's hands and body and mouth and eyes all rapacious on him, ravaging him with a skill that – while not expected – was not a surprise, either.
Lying in Hakkai's bed afterwards, with Hakkai sprawled over him sweaty and naked and asleep, Gojyo wondered if he'd helped, or just made matters worse. But Hakkai's arm tightened around his waist when he shifted, so he stayed and watched his friend sleep until dawn lightened the night outside the window and Sanzo's bellow from across the hall announced that it was time to get back on the road.
"Gojyo," Hakkai murmured, and the look when he looked at Gojyo now was different, the need softened into something unfamiliar and unexpectedly painful. Hakkai's touch was gentle as his fingers ghosted over Gojyo's face, as he combed a hand through his hair, untangling it and spreading it out over the pillow.
Gojyo wasn't what anyone needed. Not really. But… maybe he could pretend, for a little while.
As always, any kind of feedback - good or bad - is very much appreciated.
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I cannot think of anything else to say.
lovelove,
mi
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This line is so great - it's so sad. I like the way that they don't talk, almost as if talking would just make everything so much more difficult. It also sums up Gojyo's unspoken concern and his lack of self worth.
As someone else says, I like your take on Hakkai here - I can imagine all this suddenly breaking out of him. Great fic - I really enjoyed this.
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Thank you for sharing your work!
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and the look when he looked at Gojyo now was different, the need softened into something unfamiliar and unexpectedly painful.
Captures wonderfully the fact that none of these boys seem willing to trust true affection even when it's, quiet literally, staring them in the face.
Wonderful!
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I can never think of this pairing as anything but a little sad, given both of their pasts - but I do hope they find some peace with each other.
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Neither of them are the talking kind, it seems to me... which complicates matters even further, as if they weren't difficult enough already with all of the baggage they're dragging around.
I'm glad you like it, and that can see this Hakkai! :-)
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That's a wonderful way of putting it, I think -- it is a strange and sideways non-assurance, and he's a strange guy to be so mushy inside, and yet he makes perfect sense. I think that's a large part of why I like him so much. :-)
*g* And you're welcome! Glad you like it!
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Hakkai is a difficult character to gauge, I find, but I can never imagine that the "peace" he's found is more than skin-deep. And given the circumstances, how could he help but fall for - or fixate on, or whatever you want to call it - Gojyo?
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It actually surprises me that Aggressive!Hakkai isn't found more often in the wilds of fanfic... but maybe it's just me. ;-)
Yes, they are terrible fucked up, aren't they - which I suspect is a large part of the attraction for me.
You're very welcome - thank *you* for your lovely feedback! It's great to hear that Gojyo worked the way I wanted him to. :-)
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Yes, Gojyo in particular has trouble believing in something so far outside his previous experience... but, twisted romantic that I am, I do hope Hakkai will persevere and gradually bring him around. :-)
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Anyway! Gojyo's a favorite of mine, as well, as is probably obvious by now. ;-)
Thank you for feedbacking! :-) I'm very glad you liked the story, even though, yep, I'm sure the theme has been done more than a few times already. *g*
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Nope, not just you! This was wonderful; just the right amount of bittersweet.
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It is sad, but I also like to see it as being hopeful... and I'm very glad you liked it! :-)
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Wonderful job.
There's always hope for Gojyo! =)
Take care.
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Perhaps it says something about me that I find this aspect of their relationship oddly sweet. ;-)
I'm glad you liked the story! :-)
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Thank you so much for sharing. <3
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Part of what attracts me to this pairing is the fact that to me, they both seem so desperate - they need each other so badly it's painful. And considering the background of former lives, it's evidently not just due to their respective traumas in this life... it's inevitable.
(Sorry for the late response, BTW - LJ hasn't been notifying me of comments lately, it seems. *sigh*)
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(Sorry for the late response, BTW - LJ hasn't been notifying me of comments lately, it seems. *sigh*)
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Your Gojyo is incredible. The way he's just THERE for him, how he would give anything. And though the sex is hot, it's still all like a gift he gives. Completely selfless, and that reads like a tragic flaw. Wow.
And the beginning - I love this take on Gojyo's generosity, how it's almost a sick painful thing, his need to make things better for people.
Intense and beautiful. Need more. Please?
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First of all, I apologize for the very, very late reply. And second: Thank you very much for your lovely feedback! It's wonderful to know that you enjoyed the story so much.
I'm especially glad that Gojyo's almost limitless generosity, and that it's not an entirely healthy thing, comes through so well. The description of his selflessness as a tragic flaw wouldn't have occured to me, but you're completely right, it is - together with the insecurity and lack of self-worth that goes along with it here... and that the sex manages to be both hot and like a gift also makes me very happy, because I intended it to be! :-)
Hakkai should be careful about what he asks of Gojyo, because there probably isn't anything he wouldn't gladly give - regardless of whether or not he can afford to...