October 9th - Saiyuki drabble (150 words)

[lauand]

Fandom and stuff: Saiyuki - 58, R for things implied
Format: Bordering drabble territory.
Warnings: Mentions of knifeplay.
Notes: More of the same. Unbetaed.

 

The light glinted off the knife Hakkai had brought to bed. Gojyo, unable to feel even properly disturbed, just sighed and ran his hand through his red hair when he spotted it.

 

Hakkai gently placed the very sharp blade against Gojyo's chest, precisely on the point where his lips had been just a moment before. Gojyo narrowed his eyes but said nothing, did nothing to stop him.

 

“May I mark you?” Hakkai whispered, his voice unaccustomedly reverent.

 

“No,” Gojyo said.

 

Hakkai looked at him, surprised. Like he knew Gojyo didn't really mind the scarring, or the blood, or the pain. Or how really fucked up it was. Like he expected Gojyo to actually crave it.

 

“You're careless with the things you own,” Gojyo explained.

 

Hakkai grinned and just let the knife fall with a musical tinkle to the floor when he went up to kiss Gojyo's mouth.

 

 

Comments

[indelicateink]

Ya gotta have boundaries, Gojyo; good for you. (Also, it gets Hakkai's motor running. He does like his challenges...)

[indelicateink]

(Been meaning to say: you have been SO PRODUCTIVE! GO YOU!!)

[lauand]

This might sound weird me being who's writing him and stuff, but I'm also inordinately proud of Gojyo for his calm, firm refusal.

But yeah, it was, unexpectedly, something Hakkai had loved to hear. That's part of what he finds so fascinanting about Gojyo, I think, how his constant vulnerability is never really defencelessness. If that makes sense.

[lauand]

(It's basically sheer stubborness at this point, because the ghost of "what for" is still there. So I do appreciate your support, I really, really do.)

[dr_zook]

UNGH KNIFEPLAY. *dabs sweat off* SO GOOD.

Heh, very wise, Gojyo.

[lauand]

Well, it didn't really get to that, but, yay, mentions of it?

I'M SO PROUD OF GOJYO IN THIS UNIVERSE, YOU HAVE NO IDEA.