23-May-2002
Walk in the Dark - a Saiyuki AU Outing
By the Bonne-Von Project
Contact: bonnejeanne@yahoo.com & vonceia@yahoo.com
Series: Genso Maden Saiyuki
Warnings: This is an Alternate Universe - even the character names are different. Language. Implied NC but it's pretty brief. Yaoi Lemon. That means explicit m/m sex.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Saiyuki characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. Our stuff is ours. No money being made here.
As with all our fics, while our goal is to stay as in character as possible, any discrepancies are our mistakes.
Feedback: Any and all comments welcome, be they short or long
This is an Alternate version of the Saiyuki universe. The characters and much of their history and relationships are based firmly on the original, with a lot of different window dressing (inlcuding different names). This doesn't really have a direction yet, I'm just wandering around in my mind.
PART ONE: Several Years Later
The drinking establishment was crowded and noisy which didn't bother the young man who stepped inside, patting his breast pocket comfortingly. Taking a minute to look around, he smiled at the sight of the back of a scarlet-tressed head, its owner leaning against the pool table with his hip, talking to the two young women who were either holding or using the pool cues.
Making his way through the crowd, he found a seat at the bar only a few steps from the pool tables, ordering something only mildly alcoholic and then turning to watch the play, both of cue sticks and balls, and of words.
"You sure you haven't done this before?" the red-headed man said, smiling easily. "You're both naturally... gifted."
The two buxom ladies smiled back. The one closest to the red-head bent over the pool table just enough to cause the hem of her short skirt to rise up her thigh significantly. "Now, I'm ready to beat you, Jo," she said. "Am I holding it right?"
Jo moved closer, accepting the tacit invitation. "Almost," he said, placing his arms around her shoulders and leaning over her back. "Just enough to cradle in the back hand and firm enough between your fingers," he added softly in her ear.
The woman moistened her lips as she felt the warmth of his body behind her. Readying the cue, she moved it back to make her shot.
"That's it," Jo said. "Gently."
"I'm next," the woman's companion said, eagerly.
"Of course," Jo replied. Looking up, he gave her a wink.
Unable to quite help himself, the man at the bar chuckled softly, admiring the red-head's technique.
Even over the din of the bar, Jo heard the man's voice. Smiling, he looked over his shoulder. "Hey, make him give you the good wine. I'll be there in a minute."
"No hurry, I just got in," the man at the bar answered in the same tone of total familiarity. Then he turned to the man behind the bar and said inquiringly, "You have 'good' wine?"
A short while and two kisses later, Jo moved to the bar. "What brings you down here?" he said, accepting a cup of wine and downing half of it in one swallow.
"A call from an old friend," the other man answered, slipping a coin-sized disk out of his pocket. As his thumb passed across it, writing hovered in the air above. The location, a date, the following day, and the words, "Both of you." It was signed with a simple character that no one used any more that signified the element of air.
"Ahh," Jo said. "I suppose he'll bring the ape."
"I'm looking forward to seeing Boy again," the other man smiled, though there was something like a twinkle in his green eyes, including the one that seemed oddly mirror-like from the custom lens inserted in it.
Jo sighed in what was supposed to be resignation. The small tug of a smile betrayed his long suffering words. "Ok, Hawkeye," he said, "I admit it would be nice to see them both. Just don't tell them I said that."
"Your secret is safe with me," Hawkeye promised, finishing his wine. He glanced back at the two girls still playing billiards. "I'm taking a room upstairs. I'll see you tomorrow then?"
Jo followed Hawkeye's glance, then looked back at him. "What number...? Just in case," he asked.
Shaking his head with a small chuckle, the other man said, "Nineteen. Shall I tell Crystal not to worry if the door opens unannounced, then?" he asked, patting his breast pocket. Something moved under the material and a tapered, serpentine head with two jeweled, ruby eyes appeared, flicking out a tongue in the direction of the other man.
Jo looked down at the snake and then back up into Hawkeye's green eyes for a long moment. "Hai," he said. "Expect me in a couple of hours. If that's not imposing too much."
"It's been too long," Hawkeye answered obliquely. He signaled to the barkeep and purchased a bottle of the "good wine" to take back to his room and stood up, brushing Jo's arm lightly with one hand.
Jo inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Hai," he said, as his red eyes tracked the dark-haired man. "Too long." Standing, he drained the cup and then went back to the ladies.
Heading to the stairs at the back of the room, Hawkeye paid for his night's lodging and went up the stairs. Finding the room, he turned on the smaller of two lamps and reached up, gently taking the small snake with its iridescent white scales out of his pocket and letting it onto the bed. The snake curled its eighteen-inch length, tested the air, and then moved off, inspecting the room minutely for unpaid freeloaders/possible snacks.
Loosening his clothing and taking off his boots, Hawkeye opened the wine bottle and took a drink before stretching out across the now empty bed's surface, musing thoughtfully about past events which the meeting below brought to mind, before drowsing, content that Crystal, or his senses, would alert him if the need were to arise.
A few hours later, the door to number nineteen opened and Jo slipped inside. The corner of his mouth lifted as he saw Hawkeye on the bed. He moved closer and sat on a corner next to his friend. "Hey," he said quietly as he looked around for the snake.
Hawkeye's chest rose and fell with a deeper breath and his eyes opened. "Hey yourself," he said quietly, his lips curving. He stretched a little and sat up slowly. "I won't ask how it went, since it's you."
Jo chuckled as he tilted his head up to look at Hawkeye. "When they both beat me two out of three, it was time to go," he said. "Besides, they neglected to warn me that they were attached."
"Bad luck," Hawkeye remarked. "I don't remember that happening too often, don't tell me things have changed that much."
"Ahh, no," Jo replied, taking off his vest. He pulled his gun from its resting place in his holster and checked it. "Good luck. No fights with idiot boyfriends. Two goodnight kisses. Not bad."
"In that case, congratulations," the techno-mage answered good-naturedly. He rose and retrieved the bottle of wine from the small table and brought it back, offering it to his companion. "I neglected to get cups," he mentioned with an apologetic shrug.
Jo returned the gun to its resting place and then took the holster off and slipped it over the rail of the bed. He took the bottle from Hawkeye and drank a healthy gulp. "Shorter trip to where it needs to be," he said, handing the bottle back.
Hawkeye took a drink and then set the bottle down in easy reach of both. "So you've had no message from our friend yourself?"
Jo sighed deeply and shook his head. "Not that I've been aware of. I haven't been in one spot for a long time, now," he said.
"And yet you were here... right where we are supposed to meet," Hawkeye mused, not contradicting, just commenting. He smiled again and shrugged. "All things considered, I suppose I shouldn't bother being surprised."
Jo smiled. "Not at all," he replied. Reaching out, he placed a hand on Hawkeye's leg. "How have you been, Hawkeye?" he asked quietly.
Eyes lidding momentarily as he considered the gentle weight now resting on his thigh, the green-eyed man nodded as if answering a question. "Keeping busy," he murmured. "Pursuing my studies where they lead me." He looked up, one eye slightly shaded by thick dark hair, the other brilliant in a stray beam from the small lamp.
"Hmm," Jo said, feeling the warmth and solid muscle under his hand. He looked into Hawkeye's face for a long moment. Memories took his thoughts for a moment, then he raised his hand to brush back the dark hair from Hawkeye's brow briefly. "And your studies brought you here," he said. "... to another bar and where I can begin worrying about you again."
Gazing into the other young man's sunset colored eyes, Hawkeye didn't bother shaking his head. "The message brought me here," he corrected softly. "And you needn't worry any more. I've been on my feet for quite a while now, really," he couldn't quite keep *all* the chuckle out of his tone on that.
"Ahh..." Jo said as he leaned closer. "Pity," he added and then pressed his lips against Hawkeye's.
A quiet sigh of breath escaped as their mouths met, and Hawkeye leaned a little into the contact. Jo's kiss was warm and slow, and he could taste the wine on his tongue, and even, he fancied, a hint of another sweet taste, perhaps from the ladies below. He'd known it wasn't fair to make any assumptions on this meeting, nevertheless he felt some unacknowledged tension inside begin to slowly relax.
Jo's hand slipped down Hawkeye's neck and around to his collar in back. Deepening the kiss, he gently massaged Hawkeye's scalp with his fingertips. The ladies had been nice, but seeing Hawkeye at the bar had brought about a desire that seemed ages old.
Not willing to break the kiss, Jo slid his arm around Hawkeye's waist and moved closer as his senses reveled in the familiar.
The continuation of the kiss covered a private smile as Hawkeye felt the touch of strong fingers in his hair, dissolving aches and tensions he didn't know he had. The arm settling around his waist started the rise of an internal thermometer. One by one he felt decisions, considerations, responsibilities drop away, knowing he only had to accept his dance partner's lead and that firm but gentle guidance would bring them both to a very warm conclusion. It probably wasn't fair, especially to his scarlet-eyed friend, but he was honest enough to admit he'd hoped, perhaps even gone as far as planned for this.
Moving slowly and without urgency, he let his own arm move around the redhead's body, reacquainting with familiar contours.
Finally releasing Hawkeye from the kiss, Jo moved back leaning his forehead against his partner's forehead. His breath came in deep and slow as he felt his heart beat in chest. "I did miss you," Jo said. Not waiting for a reply, he leaned forward again and closed his mouth over the soft pulse at Hawkeye's neck.
The hand at Hawkeye's back moved over its wide expanse as Jo trailed his tongue over what warm skin his mouth could reach.
Hawkeye's head tilted back, exposing more of his throat. He didn't answer the four soft words, simply reached up with the hand not around Jo's body and began deftly undoing the few fastenings on the redhead's shirt. Once it hung open, his hand burrowed inside, sliding across firm pectorals and down the slight bumps of defined abs as if he were petting a cat.
Jo gasped at the contact, then felt his body's temperature skyrocket. He impatiently shrugged off the shirt, then set about freeing more of Hawkeye's flesh to his view. After baring his partner's chest, he looked over Hawkeye's body and moved forward again. This time he took the small bud of flesh into his mouth, tasting and teasing it with his tongue as his hands moved down to Hawkeye's hips.
The green-eyed man didn't try to suppress the soft groan that escaped his lips at the kiss on his sensitive skin. He waited with a slow half-smile for the next movement of the dance, even as his fingers began working their way along the top of Jo's pants, sliding into the space between material and skin, not too far, just enough to suggest a little more. The fingers of his other hand stroked the redhead's waist and back.
Jo growled deep in his throat as he felt Hawkeye's fingers against his skin. Moving back, he reached down and unfastened his pants. Standing, he slid them down over his hips, toeing his boots to get them off as well. When the last remnants of his clothes were pooled at his feet, Jo moved back onto the bed, straddling Hawkeye's legs. Still breathing hard, he looked down at the green-eyed man, moistening his fingers with his tongue. Reaching out, he traced the outline of Hawkeye's lips with his thumb.
Hawkeye closed his eyes, feeling the light touch on his lips. His arms moved around Jo's body, his hands a little cool against the red-head's warmer skin. Opening his eyes, he looked up, committing the picture he saw to a special gallery in his mind.
A slight smile tugged at Jo's lips as he watched the emerald green eyes open slowly. Bending down, he brushed his lips across Hawkeye's. His tongue darted out at the last moment, tasting and teasing the scholar before demanding entrance into his mouth.
The kiss was long and thorough. Jo reached down and captured the aching flesh between his legs, relieving some of the built-up tension. He then moved his hand down to Hawkeye's stomach as he sought and found the green-eyed man's taught member. Grasping it, Jo caressed Hawkeye through the material of his pants.
A soft groan escaped Hawkeye's lips, his head falling back as his eyes closed again. His fingers tightened on Jo's waist and back, one hand drifting down to close firmly on the curve that rested against his knees. Looking through slitted lids at his tormentor, he smiled. "You are killing me..."
"Ahh," Jo said, resting his arms on Hawkeye's shoulders. "But it's not your death I'm after," he said, rocking his hips downward onto the mage's lap. He moistened his lips and gave Hawkeye another deep kiss. Releasing him, Jo leaned down and licked the lobe of Hawkeye's ear, then nipped it with his teeth. The ruby stud Hawkeye wore winked back at him.
Hawkeye shivered a little, wondering how long the redhead was going to toy with him. 'As long as you let him,' he thought, with an internal chuckle. Clearing his throat, he leaned his face against Jo's neck, feeling the swing of soft hair against his skin and taking in the musky scent of the other man. "And what are you after?" he murmured, having a pretty good idea what the answer was, but wanting to hear it from Jo's lips.
Instead of an answer, Hawkeye's question was met with action. Jo chuckled and the deep timbre of his voice carried all of the delicious implications of his intent. Freeing Hawkeye's legs, he raised up and began working on the fastenings of his pants in earnest. Soon, he had the mage as naked as he was against the bed.
Reaching between Hawkeye's thighs, he slid back and down over his lap. "This will be more than adequate for a start," he said and then took Hawkeye's flesh into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he felt the sensation and experienced the taste and aroma of his lover fill his senses.
Lying back on the narrow bed, Hawkeye fisted his hands into the covering beneath him as he felt the warm, wet sensations envelope him. The ends of scarlet tresses brushed and tickled his skin, and his hips tightened and flexed in response to the delicious waves of pleasure spreading from that hot, indecent contact. He was instantly erect, trying to control the instinctive upward thrusting that the feeling of Jo's mouth around him instigated. It would be so easy to moan and cry out now, but he silenced himself, the lack of vocal expression somehow concentrating the intensity of his reactions to an aching point. The young man giving him these incredible sensations... he was selfish - would not settle for less than being in control, immediately and thoroughly. Was he aware that this surrender he wanted was almost completely foreign to the techno-mage? Unlikely, since he gathered it so effortlessly and always had.
Tensing, he felt his body move over the edge like a man in a barrel going over a waterfall. He half-whispered, half hissed Jo's name as his body shuddered hard, back arching away from the bed's surface even as his fists clenched in it.
Jo felt the changes in Hawkeye's body and knew them as intimately as he knew his own. Inhaling deeply, he relaxed and held on to Hawkeye steadily as he felt the warm liquid pour over his tongue. Satisfied with his deep drink, Jo moved back and captured more of the essence in and over his hand. Fire danced in the his red eyes as he watched his breathtaking partner complete his release.
"Hawkeye," he breathed moments later as he planted a soft kiss on Hawkeye's flat stomach.
Exhaling slowly, Hawkeye reached down after pulling his fingers out of the holes he'd made in the cover. He gripped Jo's shoulders and pulled him down at his side, twining his arms tightly around his body. He kissed Jo deeply, his respiration still deeper than normal and a little fast, though slowing. A bit later he relaxed back, looking at the redhead with a combination of peaceful acceptance and affectionate irritation. "You can be such a bitch," he said softly, brushing a strand of the heavy scarlet silk back, only to watch it slide back over Jo's shoulder.
"Oh..." Jo whined softly, as a pout formed on his lips. He then chuckled and reached between his legs, smearing the precious liquid from Hawkeye's body onto his aching cock. "You know me well," he said, caressing himself as he enjoyed the closeness.
The green-eyed man felt his temperature rise as he watched Jo touch himself. Turning on his side, he reached down, closing his fingers over Jo's, matching the movement. He could not help letting his eyes roam over the young half-Strain, half-human, and wondering not for the first time if that forbidden lineage had been to blame for the redhead's beauty.
Leaning closer, he kissed the pulse-point under Jo's left ear. "Shall I return the favor, or do you have something else in mind?" he murmured.
Jo closed his eyes momentarily, then moaned deeply. "You can return the favor another time," he said, through half-lidded eyes. "I've had a taste, now I want the rest," he added.
Moving over on the bed, Jo sat up on his side and rolled Hawkeye to face away from him. Spooning the mage against him, he slid an arm around Hawkeye's waist and pressed his hips forward. He felt the warm smooth skin against the full length of his body and moaned once more as he rubbed his cock against the fullness of Hawkeye's hips.
Jo closed his mouth over the Hawkeye's shoulder. He licked at soft skin, raking his teeth delicately over the surface as his hips moved against the green-eyed man's rear. Finally, after teasing himself for few moments, he slid a hand down Hawkeye's thigh and over his hip. Breathing deeply, Jo parted Hawkeye's legs and rubbed his fingers against the entrance to the mage's body.
Closing his eyes tightly for a moment, Hawkeye allowed the intimate touch, taking deeper breaths which he knew would help ease the discomfort that was coming. "Remember..." he muttered, his voice somehow light and pleasant despite the huskiness creeping in, "...when you said you didn't take men into your bed?" The reminder was both a gentle dig and a tease, as well as a silent acknowledgement of his own past and the changes he had gone through to get to the present. He bent his knees and tucked them up higher as he lay on his side, giving a greater access to the area Jo was touching.
Jo spat into his hand, using the moisture to coat his fingers. He then slid one of them inside of Hawkeye's body, feeling the slow acceptance. "That was me?" he queried jokingly as he replaced the fingers with his aching member. Moving his hips forward a little at a time, he carefully entered his lover's body completely. His eyes closed at the connection and Jo leaned over again and kissed Hawkeye's neck tenderly.
Hawkeye didn't gasp, neither at the pain of his body stretching to accommodate the intrusion of the other man's substantial erection, nor at the odd good/bad feeling of being filled for the first time in several years. He slowly relaxed, knowing he would soon be feeling something quite different. He was in the arms of an artist whose talent was as unconscious as it was undeniable. Jo gave pleasure.... he could hardly help himself, no matter what act he was performing. No more than he could seem to help being so deadly in a physical conflict. The green-eyed man loosened his self-control little by little as his body eased. "This... is you," me managed to whisper, a smile curving his lips. His own cock had firmed in reaction to the sensations and he curled his fingers around it loosely.
"Hai," Jo responded, his own voice ragged with desire.
Moving slowly at first, he made the fractional adjustments until he found himself sliding in and out of Hawkeye's body with ease. Soon, Jo's awareness slipped and the world only consisted of him and Hawkeye. Grasping Hawkeye tightly, he danced inside the mage's body, calling for and responding to pleasure.
This time a gasp did manage to escape the techno-mage's disciplined lips. The explosion of pleasure within could not be prepared for, so intense it was. His back arched and his hips pushed back against Jo unconsciously, seeking the sensation that returned again and again with each accurate thrust. He rocked with it, knowing he could do nothing that Jo would not make work between them. Each burst of pleasure granted by the other's body inside him plucked another finger loose from his tight grip of self control until the cry came, his only shred of consciousness turning his head to muffle it against the thin pillow. Then everything exploded and he gave up completely, drifting in and out, knowing he'd find himself safe in strong arms.
Jo held on to Hawkeye as though his next breath depended on the contact. He heard the mage's cry and unconsciously bit down on his lip as he felt the goddess of pleasure and desire sweep him into the maelstrom. Breathing hard, he felt his body give up everything it could to his soul's desire.
A short time later, Jo felt his heart rate descend as he wrapped himself around Hawkeye. Reaching down, he threaded his fingers through Hawkeye's as he nuzzled against his neck in back. "I was a baka," he said in the darkness of the room. Then, "Maybe I still am. How else could I have justified leaving you?" he added.
A lazy smile wandered across Hawkeye's face, his eyes mostly closed. He settled back into the embrace, completely relaxed. After taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he murmured, "You didn't." I left you, he added silently. He couldn't say the words right now, it would open the door for that discussion to begin again and he wanted simply to rest where he was, warm in the illusion of peace and safety. Turning a little, he managed to tilt his head enough to brush a kiss against Jo's chin. He felt the edges of sleep begin to claim him and settled even more. Satisfied, he acknowledged the awakening of that bittersweet ache in him that had flared when he received the message from the only one of two men on earth he'd answer such a summons from. With the other curled around him, it didn't take scholarship, brilliance or acumen to realize that the wheel was starting another great turn, taking them all with it willing or no.
End of Part 1