Soy un perdedor [CLOSED]

[erogappa]

Who: Gojyo and Niles
What: Two perverts walk into a bar...
When: Evening of March 28th.
Where: Out and about in the Far Shore to start
Warnings: Niles



So, to recap: Gojyo's evening so far has been less than optimal. He got the crap kicked out of him (black eye, split lip, torn shirt, bruising everywhere visible and in a lot of the spots that aren't). He agreed to never see his best friend ever again (which would certainly explain the hang-dog look on his sorry-ass face). And he pounded back a bottle of wine on an empty stomach to try and make himself feel better about the first two points (note: it totally failed to work).

He can't go home and he can't stay here, so the solution is clearly to wander around the Far Shore and try to get into some nice distracting trouble. Maybe somebody and his friends will want to pick a fight? Or maybe he'll find a sympathetic girl who will take him home. That would be nice. He's not really holding his breath for nice, though. The way his luck is going? Whatever happens sure as hell won't be nice.

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[deniles]

Niles is someone who is just enjoying exploration. Especially here, where he could so easily look at the night sky. Skygazing was something that he enjoyed, and he certainly didn't know why... but that moon was absolutely gorgeous. Letting out a light sigh, and... frankly, a little thankful to be alone with his thoughts.

Until he saw someone familiar moving. Someone with long red hair. Only it wasn't running away from him. It was drunkenly walking towards him.

He paused for a moment... and his smirk turned into a giant grin, looking at him.

"Are you lost?" He moved closer, keeping the smirk off his face. That would come much, much later.

[erogappa]

There was a shape at the end of the lane and Gojyo moved towards it, his direction fixed even after the moonlight proved it not to have feminine curves. That's okay, he thought, his mind swaying along with his steps. Whoever he was, maybe he'd want a drinking buddy. Or somebody to pick a fight with. Or maybe...

...Or maybe it would be that pervert asshole from the other night. "Oh, it's you," Gojyo grumbled, when he finally came close enough to see the other man's face. "Great, that's just what I needed." But he still stopped, pulling out a cigarette from the crushed pack in his pocket. "Th'fuck do you want, asshole?"

[deniles]

"I wasn't expecting to be so fondly remembered." Niles chuckles, brushing the hair away from his patch, looking at the cigarette. Did he smoke? Seeing it didn't make him want to. So he's going to go with no for right now.

"I'm only out here looking at the sky. I mean no ill will." He chuckled, "Unless that's what you're looking for. I'm always open for some fun." Licking his lips.

[erogappa]

"Suck my dick," Gojyo retorted, blowing a cloud of smoke at Niles's face. His eye had fully swelled up and he was functionally blind on that half of his head. Given the way his interaction with Niles had gone last time, the idea of trying to fight the pervert while at less than 100% wasn't really appealing... but maybe Niles was serious about not wanting to start any shit?

Nah.

[deniles]

Niles looked at him for a moment. Shut his eye and took a long deep breath.

Before just saying it.

"Take off your pants and I will. Right here."

He crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side again, shrugging his shoulders. "Do you think saying that would scare me? Make me run away?"

Licking his lips with a chuckle. "I'll suck cock any day."

[erogappa]

Okay, that... that was really the answer he should have expected. But the enthusiasm? That was a little surprising.

"You're serious, aren't you?" He folded his arms and stared hard at Niles, waiting for the asshole to burst out laughing, or throw a sucker punch or something. "You're really into that kind of thing?"

[deniles]

"What kind of thing? Sex?" He didn't burst out laughing. He didn't punch. He just looked right at Gojyo in his eyes. "I'm into that. Why wouldn't I be serious? I was flirting with you earlier."

"If you hadn't freaked out and ran away, I would have had sex back then too."

[erogappa]

It was a joke. It had to be. The pervert was just waiting to see how far Gojyo would take it, or, or, or he was going to try and mug Gojyo, or...

...or maybe he was serious and offering some strings-free fucking.

"Not sex. Just a blowjob." Like hell was he going to even think about anything more than that, not with another guy. As it was, only the years-long dry spell and the truly shitty day he'd had was allowed him to even consider what he was considering. "That okay with you?"

[deniles]

"Here's what I'll promise you. I'll give you a blowjob, you give me a handjob. And I'll continue to do that no strings attached as many times as you wish." He smirks slightly and looks at him.

"I think that's a simple trade off, yes? You can close your eyes even. I won't mind one bit."

Chuckling a bit. "And I'll even stop bothering you for a week every time we meet up."

[erogappa]

This was a terrible idea. Even for Gojyo, this was a terrible idea.

"Fuck it. Yeah, okay," he agreed, before he could let himself think too much about it. "But if I feel any teeth I'm gonna sock you one, got it?"

There wasn't anyone around, but they should still probably duck out of sight just in case Gojyo's special form of luck redirected a parade of kindergartners down the path or something. There was a dark grove of trees just a little ways off the path with some shrubs around the base that would hide them from anyone who happened by -- Gojyo headed off first, before he could change his mind, crashing through the underbrush like a man on a mission.

[deniles]

"Trust me. I'm an expert."

Was he? He had no idea. But it felt like the right thing to say. He followed right behind him, keeping the pace just a step or two behind as he watched the man carefully. If he was attacked, he could defend himself.

He crashed through the underbrush too, and moved in to grabbed the man's waist when they both landed.

"What can't I do besides teeth?"

Like kissing. Could they kiss?

[erogappa]

Gojyo fell back against the tree when he felt the pervert's hands on him, back slamming into the rough bark as he shoved Niles back.

"What the fuck, get off!" he snarled, pressing himself flat against the tree (it was as far as he could retreat) to make some room between them.

"I'm not a girl, we're not gonna... whatever you think we're gonna do. Just what you said earlier, that's it." A blowjob, then he'd jerk the jerk off. What else could the pervert have in mind? "No funny stuff."

[deniles]

"...Could have fooled me." He grumbles and moves down to his knees. Whatever. He doesn't want to make this easy for him, huh? Wanted to be a jackass.

He undoes those pants and pulls them down slowly, just so they expose the the thighs. He moves in between, and begins to nip lightly at the exposed skin. No funny stuff.

But he'll make Gojyo want it again.

(following morning)

[reformedsinner]

It was not as early as it had been when Hakkai had arrived, but Gojyo hadn't been home the previous evening after he'd finally managed to talk Elsa into explaining what happened to her hands. He hadn't been home when Hakkai arrived after breakfast. Hakkai was not planning to leave again until he came back. He needed to know that Gojyo wasn't too badly hurt, and -- they had to talk. Some decisions didn't belong to Elsa. They didn't even belong entirely to Gojyo. Hakkai planned to be involved.

It was turning out to include more waiting than he had expected. He'd tried speaking with Gojyo's shinki. After a few minutes, he'd come to the conclusion that there was something very wrong with Gojyo's shinki, and given up.

Luckily, one of the opulently decorated rooms had included a bookshelf. None of the books looked interesting, but they all looked better than trying to talk to the odd youkai shinki for any longer. And nearly anything looked better than sitting and thinking quietly for however long it would take for Gojyo to return.

He cast another look at the front door, wondering how long it would take. Architecture in a country and time he'd never heard of could only absorb his interest for so long. At some point, if Gojyo didn't make it back, Hakkai was going to have to evolve a backup plan.

[erogappa]

He made it back to the house (not his house, the house, it'll never be his house) shortly after the sun finished climbing past the horizon. One foot in front of the other he plodded up the hillside, his bed so close he could almost feel it. With his luck, Banri's ghost would be in another part of the house and Gojyo would be able to fall into bed and pretend that the last twelve hours hadn't happened.

Naturally, his luck sucked.

He didn't have a coat to drop on the floor and there wasn't a table of dinner wrapped up and going cold, and he was too damn tired to even feel the loss. Instead, he walked right past Hakkai, heading slowly toward the kitchen.

"You shouldn't be here."

[reformedsinner]

"I tried to stop by last night, but you were out." It wasn't what Gojyo meant, and Hakkai knew it. He closed the book and set it down on his chair as he rose to pad quietly after the god.

Gojyo reeked of sweat and alcohol. Had he spent the entire night drinking? Or with someone else? Either, Hakkai thought, seemed plausible. Neither seemed like a good choice, but what right did he have to judge Gojyo's choices?

He breathed out, not quite a sigh, and added briskly, "You were at Elsa's yesterday, weren't you?"

[erogappa]

Gojyo didn't slow his sorry aching plod through the house. There was food in the kitchen. He needed food. Food, and maybe some ice. He'd gotten too drunk and too beat on, and he needed to refuel. If Hakkai wanted to follow, there wasn't anything he could do about that.

"Is that what she said?" Banri's ghost wasn't in the adjoining hallway, and he wasn't in the kitchen. Well, thank fuck for small miracles. There should be a couple cartons of leftover Chinese in the icebox, and he was going to eat all of them. Cold. Possibly with his fingers.

[reformedsinner]

"Yes." Eventually.

Gojyo was moving with a care that didn't simply say badly hung over. Hakkai picked up his pace, tilting his head to get a better look at the side of Gojyo's face. That most certainly was a black eye.

Which still wasn't his business to worry about, he reminded himself firmly. Even if it did happen to correspond with the bruises on Elsa's knuckles.

He slowed again, and stopped at the kitchen doorway as Gojyo limped towards the refrigerator. There was an unsettling familiarity to all of this, as though he could easily fall into an old routine (find him ice, criticize his choice of evening entertainment, and perhaps reheat dinner.) Hakkai crossed his arms tightly across his chest.

"You're not badly hurt?"

[erogappa]

The noodles were just where he'd left them, which shouldn't have come as a surprise. He still wasn't sure Banri's ghost ate anything, but living with a guy who looked like Banri but who didn't steal his shit was still something Gojyo was having trouble adapting to.

Kinda like hanging around with a guy who looked like Hakkai but who didn't find him ice, criticize his choice of evening entertainment, and reheat his dinner for him.

"I'm fine." It wasn't a complete lie. Elsa was strong, but she was still just a human. He was bruised, but not badly, and the black eye would heal. He scooped a handful of noodles from the container and stuffed them in his mouth, only remembering after the fact why that was a bad idea. His fingers tasted like another man's dick. Disgusted, Gojyo set the container aside and leaned back against the counter, arms folded, and willed Hakkai to leave.

Like that had ever worked before.

"Is that it?"

[reformedsinner]

Oh, he wasn't really going to eat that with his hands, was -- no, Hakkai thought as Gojyo set the noodles aside, apparently he wasn't. He uncrossed his own arms, leaving the kitchen doorway to check the nearest drawers: towels, ladles, an empty drawer, the chopsticks had to be somewhere.

It was easier to ignore the stare that way. He shouldn't be here: that was hard to argue with, when both Elsa and Gojyo agreed, and even Hakkai's own instincts told him to avoid pushing the boundaries of his memory. Besides being rude, this was reckless. It was just that he didn't want to walk away, and if he told himself that this was because he didn't want his choices made by someone else it was easier to justify.

In truth, he couldn't say why he didn't want to.

But he certainly wasn't knuckling under to the dictates of Heaven quite that easily.

He found the utensil drawer on his fifth try, and turned to offer a pair of chopsticks to Gojyo.

"If you aren't going to wash your hands first, please try these," he said, and leaned back against the counter. "... That was the main thing. I would rather you and Elsa weren't on bad terms."

[erogappa]

He couldn't bear to watch Hakkai mother his way around the kitchen on the hunt for whatever it was he was on the hunt for. Gojyo's head drooped lower and lower until his hair curtained him off from the rest of the world. It was quieter under the red -- smoke-rank and sweaty and cowardly, but quieter -- but he couldn't stay there forever.

Hakkai offered him some chopsticks and he took them without a word, stabbing them into his carton of noodles and shoveling another jaw-cracking mouthful in. He was too hungry and too tired and too worn down to bother protesting anymore. Every time he opened his mouth around Hakkai he spilled out another secret, another little bit about their life together and all those little pieces were adding up. Hakkai wouldn't have been there otherwise. So the best solution was to keep his mouth shut (or full of food, same difference).

He chewed sullenly, half asleep on his feet, refusing to look up. Just go away, he silently pleaded. Make a clean break of it, just go.

[reformedsinner]

Gojyo's head was ducked over his cold take-out like a boy waiting for a scolding, his eyes hidden behind the fall of his startlingly blood-red hair, and he didn't look up into Hakkai's half-curious and half-unsettled gaze.

Maybe he was the sensible one here.

Most likely, they were both being more sensible than Hakkai.

"Gojyo," he started, and found himself abruptly at a loss for what to do with the rest of the sentence. He didn't want to be sensible about this, but he could almost taste misery like stale smoke on the air of the room. Like Elsa's. How many people did he want to hurt groping for something he'd only half guessed he'd ever had?

His gaze slipped away from Gojyo's half-hidden face, and he turned on his heel, pulling one of the dish towels from its drawer and heading for the freezer with brisk steps. There must be something frozen in there. Ice? Vodka?

"I'm sorry for imposing on you so early," he said. Ice, it turned out. He wrapped a handful in the towel, double-twisting it, and held it out. "Please put this on your eye. It'll help with the swelling."

[erogappa]

From behind his dirty hair Gojyo could hear Hakkai puttering around, putting together an ice pack like this was his kitchen, his things, like he had any right to be here taking care of Gojyo's swelled-shut eye. It was infuriating.

I did it with another man tonight, he wanted to snarl. Two years of nobody's hand on me but mine and I threw it all away with some fucked-up pervert because you're not my fucking wife. Stop acting like we're married. I don't even know you.

But what the hell good would it do. He slurped down the last mouthful of noodles and tossed the empty carton into the sink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and his hand on his grass-stained pants before digging a cigarette out of his pocket. He didn't take the ice. He didn't even look at the ice.

"Is she all right?"

[reformedsinner]

"She'll be fine," Hakkai said, quietly, and put the ice down on the counter. Gojyo could take it if he wanted to, or he could ignore it until it melted onto his floor. His choice wasn't any of Hakkai's business, either.

Nonattachment was exactly as hard as he'd thought it would be, he noted, and he was out of things to say again.

It had seemed like such a sound idea last night, when he was full of righteous anger about them meeting behind his back to discuss him, and determined to make sure Gojyo hadn't been too badly hurt by Elsa's beating. Then he'd been annoyed enough to try back in the early morning hours. Now --

It was exactly as though he were watching a stranger grieve for him, and he couldn't even claim that he wasn't dead. He could not possibly help.

He breathed, carefully, around the lump of inchoate grief and guilt clotting his chest, brought his heels neatly together, and bowed to Gojyo in apology, exactly the way that shinki weren't supposed to for any god but their own.

[erogappa]

He set the ice down... he folded his hands... Gojyo held his breath as Hakkai bowed, he was leaving, he was finally leaving, he wasn't sure his heart could take any more of this but it was finally going to be fine... but then he spotted something on the back of Hakkai's neck. It looked like a bruise, but darker, more even.

"She'll be fine?" he repeated, incredulously, taking a step toward Hakkai, fingers itching to pull his collar down and examine that mark. He stopped himself long before that point, body jerking as he realized what he was doing. He shook his head angrily. "Did she do that to you?"