Fic: Spring Haze Hijikata/Okita

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Title: Spring Haze
Pairing: Hijikata/Okita
Rating: Yaoi, mild language, mildly graphic homosexual sex
A/N: Takes place in episode 2, after Okita wakes Hijikata up with the line about the mushrooms growing on his head (that is, according to the translation I have... >.>)




well i know it's just a spring haze
but i don't much like the look of it
and if omens are a god send like men
breezing in
certain these clouds go somewhere
billowing out to somewhere
- "Spring Haze," Tori Amos


It was the smell of spring gusting in like a God-send, the rain outside belying all daylight, all sunshine, all anticipation of goodness in his heart – much like his constant expression of disdain, his oni eyes, keeping his heart safely hidden inside where it belonged. But the smell of his young soldier was sweet as white plums, wafting around the hem of his yukata like an explosion of pollen from an eager flower. His bare feet stopped a few paces from his face, and he watched as they disappeared beneath the light fabric of his robe as he kneeled. He felt a gentle pat on top of his head.

“Ooh! I think I feel a mushroom, Hijikata-san!”

Hijikata grunted as he rolled over onto his back and sat up, brushing Okita’s hand away. Okita was smiling at him as he folded his hands in his lap. He was faced with two options – one being to light his pipe and dwell on the whereabouts of that brat, to feel a deep, deep guilt he covered and covered with silence and cold; the second was to take Okita’s face between his large hands and steal a kiss from those seemingly innocent lips. Lips that were honeyed with fresh tea-dew and morning fruit, that yielded eagerly to his with a soft murmur of gratitude.

Okita understood what Hijikata was doing. He understood why he was doing it. He did not take it for granted nor did he feel any hurt to know that his commander was trying to hide the guilt he felt for that boy. He saw it as his duty to make the commander happy, and this way it made them both happy, even if his caresses were rough and he was silent the whole time. It wasn’t always like this. He wasn’t always so desperate and forceful, grabbing his hips and jerking him forward on the futon, pushing his legs into the air with a quick, almost painful thrust. He wasn’t always so angry looking, brows furrowed in a scowl, eyes glowing in the dim light. But how beautiful he was even still, his broad chest flushed and slick when Okita touched it, gliding his hands down the muscle, over his dark nipples. He moaned and Hijikata caught it with his lips, tongue searing his mouth, painfully attacking his own.

Then before he knew it he was on top, bent awkward like a ragdoll until he gained his bearings. Hijikata’s eyes burned, glowering with passion as he snarled a hoarse command, his fingers digging bruises into the hollows of Okita’s hips. Slowly he rose and fell, black hair clinging to his face and back, wisping across his ribs and side, and he whimpered with each inward stroke as his cock twitched in response. He took his blushing, pink erection in hand and stroked it slowly, rising up on his knees, pulling up on his cock, sliding down to Hijikata’s hips, sliding down to his own. Thus he brought the frenzied pace of their lovemaking to a gentler speed, and Hijikata did not fight it, did not argue. Instead he gazed up at Okita with bright eyes, lips parted as he breathed deeply his desire and the sweet, spring scent of his young lover.

"Souji…"

Outside the rain continued to pour and Saizo the pig stood on the porch scratching at the shoji screen with a little fore-hoof. Inside Okita curled up in Hijikata’s arms for just a little while, waiting out the morning with him, shutting out the world.