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jedishampooClick to Read The Lost City of Paititi, Part 2
“’Kai? ‘Kai, you okay? Oh, God, please be okay.”
Hakkai breathed a lungful of dust and coughed. It was pitch-dark. He was lying prone on what might have been Gojyo, given that it was warm and moving and speaking to him.
One after the other Hakkai gave each of his extremities a twitch, testing them. All seemed to be attached and in working order, if a bit sore. “I-- kaff-- think I am. Though my name is still not ‘Kai.”
“Yeah, yeah. Here.” Hakkai heard a click and then light shone into his face, blinding him in the dark. “Oops. Guess I make a pretty good cushion, anyway. We’re even on the rescues now, yeah?”
“Even?” Hakkai tested the ground on either side of Gojyo to be sure it was solid, then climbed carefully off of him. If Gojyo was counting rescues, then Hakkai would rescue Gojyo for free. That shot at Ukoku had been... amazing. A moving target, hit dead on. Dead sexy, it had been. Hakkai should tell him--
“Look!” Unaware of Hakkai’s solidifying admiration of him, Gojyo swung the light about the chamber in which they’d landed. About five meters above them was the hole they’d fallen through. It was covered in vines and as long as they didn’t shine a light directly upwards, then they might not be discovered too quickly by their attackers.
But the walls-- the walls were etched and carved and spiraled and the carvings went into the floor and up the other wall, a sinuous dragon of a story, more of the story that had started outside on the false entrances.
“Gojyo, you need to draw the symbols for me. I suspect we are very close to our legendary phallic artifact.”
“Wha--? Oh, yeah. Awesome. Still have the one I started.” Gojyo dug through his bag, then borrowed Hakkai’s penlight and stuck it in his mouth so he could prop his writing tablet on his knees. Hakkai took the larger torch and crawled about the chamber, looking for its edges. The room was somewhat squarish in shape, its walls pieced together without mortar in the Incan style. Over the years some detritus had fallen through the opening, and some of it was moving--
“Oh, my,” Hakkai said, and Gojyo turned to look at whatever the circle of light had illuminated.
“Holy fuck!” Gojyo screamed. The spider scrabbled off out of the light, up the walls, perhaps. Gojyo scrabbled over to cling to Hakkai’s shoulder. “Oh, God. Kill it.”
“Well, it’s gone now,” Hakkai said, waving the torch about the room, now spider-free. “You’ve never displayed any signs of arachnophobia before, and we’ve seen plenty of spiders.”
“None of ‘em were as big as my fucking head.”
“You’ve not spent much time in the Middle East, have you?” Hakkai asked, trying to dislodge Gojyo’s fingers from their death-grip on his shoulder. Ukoku had been right about another thing: God, Gojyo was cute. Absolutely adorable. “There are sand-spiders ten times that large in the Arabian desert. Draw the picture.”
“I’m-- I’m not sure I can concentrate.”
“Oh, bloody hell.” Hakkai set down the torch and grabbed the sides of Gojyo’s face and held him still while he kissed him. If the way he opened his mouth and breathed Hakkai’s name at him as he kissed him back were any indication, then Gojyo had forgotten the spider for a moment or two. Gojyo tasted a little like dust, a little like cigarettes and a lot sexy.
Hakkai had started the snogging session with a purpose in mind but it was dark and his own blood was pounding in his ears and Gojyo’s small puffs of breath through his nose were deafening-- It was a few minutes before he pulled back to breathe, still holding Gojyo’s cheeks.
“Oh, man,” Gojyo whispered in the dark. “I’ve been wanting to do that since... well, but I thought, uh--”
“That I didn’t care for men?”
“Nah, ‘cause you woulda said something about that right off the bat, I’m betting. That you just... weren’t interested.”
“Ha. Foolish. I’m interested. I’m more than interested.” Hakkai glanced around the chamber. He still had his small bag, but he’d given his backpack to Juan while he’d been examining the stones. He wondered if Gojyo had a tent in his pack. “In fact, when we get out of here, with our prize in hand, we’ll find a nice place to camp and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
“Uh,” Gojyo sigh-moaned and closed his eyes. He lay a warm, long-fingered hand on Hakkai’s shoulder. “God. How about right now?”
“You don’t mind the spider, then?”
“Good point. Let’s find our golden dick.”
Gojyo let Hakkai push him away, but he smiled around the penlight as he drew. Hakkai’s belly felt pleasantly warm with anticipation of all kinds. He kept an eye out for the spider, just to be nice. Gojyo’s drawing was completed very quickly and yet was very good. Hakkai traded lights with Gojyo so he could closely read the clearly-drawn symbols.
“Oh, my,” he breathed as he read. Professor Yané’s find was a treasure, indeed. Hakkai didn’t even need her analysis. It was written in glyphs that looked to be evolved from Mayan, which Hakkai could read, and interspersed with some of the markings Hakkai had seen in the carvings here and at Mameria. It was a letter: a bilingual letter. He began to voice his thoughts aloud. “A means of communication between... someone in the Incan empire. Extremely learned priests, perhaps?”
Gojyo was watching Hakkai closely. “Do you know what it says? Some of the symbols looked Mayan.”
“You’re very right. Yes. But...” Hakkai trailed off as he took the larger torch back and looked around the chamber. The figures drawn into the story on the wall had been trying to come alive for Hakkai since he’d seen them; suddenly they jumped out at him, screaming their tale. “They are... Hah. Well. How fascinating. Ukoku was right. These stories are pornographic.”
Gojyo’s eyes widened. They shone in the scant light from the penlight. “You’re kidding. That’s awesome. It’s like... the priests learned to write, so they could write porn.”
“Why else?” Hakkai murmured. He read the story across the walls and ceiling, craning his head back and forth until the story disappeared into the floor and did not continue anywhere in the room. He aimed the torch into that spot. “The story breaks off... here.”
Gojyo crawled over and began brushing his fingers along the wall. “So you gonna read it to me?”
“It’s very simple. The deep water beckons to Pachacamac but so does his ample-breasted dragon-wife, who only wants to plant grain for humans, day in and day out. He’s planning to plow her furrows for her before the rains come.”
“Can’t disappoint him. Watch this.” Gojyo flipped the penlight around and jabbed the non-lit end into a spot on the wall just at the end of the pictorial story, like punctuating a sentence. There was a short, sharp grinding noise and a two-finger-or-so-wide gap appeared in a section of the wall. Gojyo dug his fingers in and pulled until he’d widened the gap to about half a meter wide and tall.
“Well done, Gojyo!” Hakkai said as crawled over and shone the light through the opening, following the story. Gojyo hovered behind him, and Hakkai could almost, without looking, feel Gojyo’s smile. Odd that mere words, spoken aloud in all seriousness, could charge the psychic atmosphere between them so acutely. They’d touched briefly and casually so many times on this journey, but now every bump and nudge surged into Hakkai with sexual electricity.
He wanted Gojyo so very much. Wanted to join his sloppy, exciting world. Gojyo would have to learn monogamy, however, because Hakkai hated to share.
The story of mating gods continued downhill through four more rooms, each progressively smaller and the text progressively more explicit. Hakkai summarized it aloud. “Pachacamac, mid-coitus, has changed positions several times, now. Mama Pacha-- poor girl. She’s apparently doing a handstand while he-- ah-- plows her fertile ground from above. He’s sprouted tentacles as well. There’s a lengthy passage about her enormous breasts dangling to the ground. She seems to be enjoying it, however.”
“Sexy.” Gojyo opened yet another door. The door sighed and Gojyo and Hakkai sighed with it, long and slow like in climax, when it revealed a cubbyhole. Inside was wedged an oblong greenstone box.
Gojyo looked at Hakkai, then gently slid the box out of its niche. There was an electric tinge to the air that was not necessarily connected to their sexual tension; Hakkai could hardly believe they’d actually found it. He didn’t even insist that Gojyo wait and document the exact positioning of the box and then wrap it and carry it to a safe location or any of the things he should have done. He just held his breath until Gojyo gently lifted the lid.
And there it was, a gold cylinder with a knobbed end, the entire piece about a third of a meter long. The Golden Phallus, very phallus-like and very golden. It was decorated with scales and was as shining and untarnished as the day it had been sealed away, centuries ago, and--
“Holy fu-- man, it’s huge!”
“It’s large enough, I suppose,” Hakkai said. He picked up the lid and read the symbols engraved into the stone.
Gojyo didn’t touch the phallus or lift it out of the box, just stared at it, mouth agape. “No, really. It’s massive. God-sized. Heavy fucker, too. We’ll have to leave the box.”
“Yes,” Hakkai agreed, when Gojyo looked at him for confirmation. Gojyo was learning procedure, just as Hakkai had decided not to care. Oh, how he was going to enjoy this partnership, enjoy the teaching and learning. He had a feeling that Gojyo might be quite biddable, given the correct impetus.
Some of his lusty thoughts must have shown in his gaze because Gojyo still didn’t pick up the phallus, just stared at Hakkai. His gaze flicked to Hakkai’s eyes, his mouth, his hands on the greenstone lid.
“Do you want to know how the story ends?” Hakkai whispered, watching the way Gojyo licked his lips, shining in the light of the torch. “It’s written on the box.”
“How?”
“The mighty dragon god’s orgasm lasted all night.” Hakkai couldn’t help it; he set the box-lid aside, then reached out to tuck a loose strand of Gojyo’s insanely beautiful, red hair behind his ear. Gojyo’s temple was lightly sweaty under Hakkai’s fingertip. His hair was soft and clean. It was all that bathing.
“Uh. Damn.” Gojyo closed his eyes and lightly clasped Hakkai’s hand where it tangled in his hair.
“Apparently he’d been chewing coca leaves.”
“What about Mama Pacha?”
“He boasts that her orgasm lasted three nights.”
“Coca leaves?”
“No. Pachacamac was very skillful.”
“Yeah?” Gojyo’s boldness reasserted itself: he sort of tackled Hakkai back onto the dirty floor of the small chamber, clasping his wrists and kissing him with his dusty, smoky lips. The stone floor was hard and Hakkai’s head still ached but he didn’t care. He was content for a while to be covered in Gojyo, dirty, hard, desperate, sloppy. Hakkai pried his wrists free and grabbed everywhere he could: Gojyo’s shoulders, his head, his bottom, inside his shirt.
After a few minutes Gojyo came up for air. He kissed Hakkai’s nose, his forehead, and, when Hakkai removed his glasses and set them aside, his eyelids.
“I knew when I first saw you that I was in trouble, man.”
“Mmm?” Hakkai murmured, enjoying the feel of tall, handsome, American explorer under his grabby fingers. Inside Gojyo’s shirt his skin was slightly sticky and very real.
“Mmm. I got a thing for people who’re smarter than me. Mmm.”
Gojyo was being very distracting, nuzzling Hakkai’s ear in a chill-inducingly skillful way, licking under Hakkai’s jaw as if trying to take Hakkai’s pulse with his tongue. Still, Hakkai managed to wedge his hands between them to unbutton Gojyo’s shirt and pull it open.
“You knew I was smarter than you just by looking at me?” Hakkai murmured against Gojyo’s breastbone, which he’d been taken by a powerful urge to lick.
“Ahh! Mmm,” Gojyo said. He pushed himself up onto his hands and stared at Hakkai with his adorably fond look, then shoved his crotch into Hakkai’s hip. “Good instincts.”
It was impossible for Hakkai to resist such humble arrogance. He stroked Gojyo’s belly, exploring the tiny scars and scratches of this journey and other ones, all of which Hakkai would learn about, eventually. Gojyo’s stomach muscles fluttered under Hakkai’s fingertips and he closed his eyes and uttered short ahs as Hakkai traced his erection through the khaki of his trousers.
It had been quite a while since Hakkai had been with a man, but then men like Gojyo were not so common. Hakkai unbuttoned Gojyo’s trousers and yanked them down over his bum. He hooked a leg around the back of Gojyo’s knee to hold him still, then stroked his cock, lightly, then firmly when Gojyo’s hips jerked into his grip, watching Gojyo’s enraptured expression. It wasn’t the ideal location for a leisurely fuck, but there was something to be said for the view.
“Ah,” Gojyo breathed. “God, I love your hands. Stare at your gorgeous fucking fingers. Oh, God.”
Gojyo was trying to kiss Hakkai and gasp endearments at him and unbutton his trousers all at the same time. He mostly succeeded with the gasping. Still, it was enough to please Hakkai; his chest ached and his cock ached and there was only so much leisure one could take in such circumstances. He grabbed Gojyo’s hips and jostled them a couple of times.
“Roll over, Gojyo-- Ah--” Hakkai broke off when Gojyo’s fingers stroked his cock through his trousers. He caught Gojyo’s wrist to stop the distracting torment. “On your back, be a good boy. Unless you prefer it on your knees.”
“Uh. Oh, you did say fuck me. Man.”
“That is my plan and you’re going to follow it for once,” Hakkai told him with a smile.
Gojyo rolled off, quite biddable as predicted. “Yessir.”
They adjusted themselves in the tight stone space. Gojyo flopped onto his back, squeezed in next to Hakkai, and kicked off his boots, then dragged off his trousers.
“I wanna watch you,” Gojyo explained, and tugged at Hakkai’s hip. “Wish it wasn’t so dark. God, I love your eyes.”
“I’m glad,” Hakkai told him. He kicked off his own boots then rummaged in his bag, wedged between Gojyo and the opposite wall, for his aloe gel. He held the tube up, catching the edge of the torch-light so that Gojyo could see it. “Unless you have something better?”
“I don’t even care,” Gojyo whispered.
Heat churned in Hakkai’s belly. He rolled atop Gojyo and kissed him again, glad for the leverage and the chance to set the pace, more slowly this time, tasting Gojyo’s tongue and inhaling the clean sweat-scent of his hair.
Gojyo wasn’t slacking: he fumbled at the fastenings to Hakkai’s trousers and slid his hand into the open front to clasp Hakkai’s cock, his strong fingers hot and sticky with sweat, and Hakkai moaned and Gojyo’s hand suddenly halted--
“Holy fuck. No fuckin’ way.” Gojyo’s voice sounded slightly panicked.
“Spider? It’s gone,” Hakkai whispered against Gojyo’s lips, trying to calm him.
“No. Your--” Gojyo pushed Hakkai’s shoulders up a bit and stared down between them. “Uh.”
“Oh, I think it’ll be fine,” Hakkai said, smiling into the dark. He squeezed the aloe-gel tube, cool onto his hot fingers; oh, that should feel nice, for both of them--
Gojyo’s legs clenched about Hakkai’s hips as if he was trying to close them. “No wonder you didn’t blink when you saw the Golden Phallus thingum. You’re like-- I’m not sure it’s going to work.”
“Shhh,” Hakkai whispered, and stroked his gel-covered fingers between Gojyo’s buttocks. Gojyo’s thigh-lock slackened a bit and Hakkai pressed one finger against the small opening, then nudged it inside. “Here I thought you were nearly fearless.”
“Ahdamn! I got my limits.” Gojyo’s grabbed Hakkai’s shoulders, fingers digging hard. Eventually, with a little stroking, his thighs slackened. Oh, he was so lovely and tight around Hakkai’s finger. Hakkai gave his own cock a quick smear of gel-- it did, indeed, feel very nice-- and hoisted Gojyo’s legs.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Hakkai whispered. “Do you want me to stop?”
Gojyo licked his lips. “Yes, no, yes, no, just do it. Please.”
“Yessir,” Hakkai whispered in an imitation of Gojyo’s accent. It took a few seconds of work, rocking his hips back and forth, but eventually everything fit and his cock was buried inside Gojyo, so tight, so alive.
It may have been a while for Hakkai but Gojyo knew what he was doing and made it easy; he eased his knees over Hakkai’s shoulders and touched Hakkai’s hair and grabbed and pulled it whenever Hakkai rocked into him just right. When Hakkai’s hands slipped on their mingled sweat he shifted to lock his knees around Hakkai’s hips, leaving Hakkai free to fuck him, free to let the ache grow in his chest and thud in his belly. Gojyo ran his lovely fingers over his own cock and over the scar on Hakkai’s belly, the old scar from his wild youth and Gojyo’s touching it felt like love, not pity.
God, this was so much better than then. Gojyo’s face under him was blurry but Hakkai felt adored, so un-boring, in those half-closed eyes, those parted lips.
Gojyo, as always, read his mind. “Forget think-- Ah! I know I’m in love with you. Ah, yeah,” he mumbled at Hakkai between breaths.
Hakkai leaned down to kiss Gojyo quiet, because maybe he felt it, too, but he couldn’t say it. There was a world of trouble in every millimeter of Gojyo’s body, tight and slick and he moaned unformed things into Gojyo’s mouth and was glad it was all gibberish.
“Mmmph, mph,” Gojyo said back into Hakkai’s mouth and tensed his hips and sticky-slippery fluid joined the sweat mashed between their bellies. Hakkai mmphed back and the ache spilled over, hot release that pulsed through his body for a few moments but felt like longer.
Hakkai let his mostly limp flesh slip out of Gojyo, then let his body collapse for a minute or so while he breathed Gojyo’s hair and Gojyo breathed his in return. Once he’d caught his breath he considered rolling off to clean up. Then realized where they were and that there was a lack of room to roll and that he really didn’t care, anyway.
“That was awesome,” Gojyo whispered after another minute or so.
“I know,” Hakkai whispered back. He felt more relaxed than he had in days...weeks. Years? Perhaps. Being respectable had been a good idea, and had worked when Hakkai had needed it to. But Gojyo had incredible luck and incredible intuition on his side. Perhaps between the two of them they’d make the world’s greatest archaeologist. Hakkai foresaw a decent team, at least.
“Why do you want to find Paititi?” Gojyo whispered at him after another few moments’ pause.
“Vanity, I suppose?”
“’Cause it’s there, right?” Gojyo said with a laugh in his voice. “It’s lost. Someone’s gotta find it.”
“Yes.” With the excitement of finding the phallus of Incan legend, and of... well, Gojyo, and life, Hakkai had almost forgotten that this was not originally to have been his mission. “Even someone like me.”
Gojyo ruffled his hair. “I like excitement. You’re plenty exciting. I’m no martyr for archaeology, though.”
Hakkai, perhaps by having his sweaty head plastered to Gojyo’s, had started reading Gojyo’s mind in return; he was thinking about Ukoku, also, perhaps waiting for them with his men and his guns. “Nor am I.”
“And here I thought he wouldn’t go after me. We’ll get outta here and take our chances, yeah?”
“It sounded like he wants us alive,” Hakkai pointed out. “So, yes. In the morning, though.”
“Yeah. Rocks and jaguars in the dark are not my style, even with your knife and your hauling skills. I’d like a fire, though. A giant-fucking-spider-repelling fire.”
“Hmm. I don’t suppose it matters, if we are to not fear being caught.”
“I want a cigarette, too.”
“Nasty habit.”
“I’d say get offa my back, but you’re not on it. By the way, I think I could still walk.”
“What? Oh, yes. Haha.” Hakkai remembered his earlier threat-slash-promise. He dragged his wrist from under Gojyo’s back and held it up in the light-beam from the torch to try and read his watch. “I’ve got at least six hours to change that.”
“You’re kinda spooky when you laugh,” Gojyo said.
“You think so?” Hakkai said. He found his glasses and stared down at the no-longer-blurry Gojyo.
“Hot, though. Wanna change it now?”
“Don’t be so bloody impatient,” Hakkai said and climbed off to start gathering their things for the move to the other room. They had plenty of time, and he wasn’t planning to sleep.
***
The first thing they did the next morning, after they’d climbed out of the cavern, was head down to the stream they’d explored the day before. They cleaned up as best they could-- they were both very, very sticky-- and refilled their water bottles and ate granola bars and brushed their teeth.
Hakkai had lost his toothbrush and used Gojyo’s toothpaste and a bit of cloth. Gojyo offered his toothbrush but Hakkai waved it off as unsanitary. Gojyo pointed out that Hakkai’s mouth had been doing any number of unsanitary things the night before, but Hakkai ignored him. Gojyo just didn’t understand.
After a while they crawled up the stream-bank, trying to be as quiet as possible. There were no sounds of helicopters, gunfire or men shouting, only the normal sounds of the jungle-- distant monkeys, wind above the trees, and drops from an earlier rain. They could see no dead bodies, dropped packs, or even much trampled underbrush. In fact, there were no evident signs of the altercation the evening before.
No sooner had they crested the hill, however, than they heard excited shouts in Spanish. A group of men were gathered in a small clearing at the top of the hill.
“Señor Joe! You are safe!”
“I apologize, sir. I apologize.”
“You’re all idiots. Hello boys.”
This last was said in English and in Ukoku Santiago’s cynically smarmy tone. Hakkai began to reach for his knife and then realized that it didn’t matter if he had it or not, both because they’d agreed not to fight and because Ukoku did not look to be a threat. He was sitting on the ground, legs tied in front of him and his arms bound behind him.
“Señor Joe!” Nunco ran up to Hakkai and Gojyo, grinning and rubbing his hands together. “You see? We have won!”
Gojyo glanced at Hakkai with a bit of a wild grin, then looked back at Nunco. “I see it, guy. Wanna tell me what’s going on?”
It appeared that Ukoku’s head hired thug, Rion, was Nunco’s second cousin from Cuzco. They’d discovered this fact when Ukoku’s men had climbed down the helicopter ladder to chase Gojyo and his group-- the cousins had recognized each other in the midst of the clash. Gojyo and Hakkai had already disappeared but it seemed Rion and his men had been quickly convinced to switch sides and abandon their wicked boss.
“Rion knows my mamá will tell his mamá and then he will be in trouble. Trouble not worth the money,” Nunco explained.
“I would have paid you enough to move out of the country,” Ukoku interjected. Then he added, almost sotto voce, “Idiot.”
Hakkai decided to let Gojyo and Nunco and Rion hash out the details of their new arrangement. He walked over to stand above Ukoku, tied up in his black fatigues. Hakkai put his hands on his hips and stared.
“Why, how can I help you, Mr. Childs?” Ukoku smiled up at him.
“Why did you attack me and my expedition, specifically?” Hakkai asked. When Ukoku narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth, Hakkai added, “because, you know, my picture is not in the club directory.”
“Such accusations, Mr. Childs. Or may I call you Hakkai? For I wish to be so very friendly, and would never--”
“I saw you, the first time,” Hakkai interrupted. He fingered the knife in his boot. “I could untie you after I slit your throat and call it self-defense. You are a murderer in Peru, or at least an accomplice to murder, and if you are dead you can’t bribe away the charges.”
Ukoku’s eyes widened for a half an instant, then he rolled his gaze to the sky and sighed as if lamenting his long suffering. “I never meant to kill you, dear Hakkai. Just frighten you into joining me. Yesterday, I only wanted to talk. The men here are quite trigger-happy, however unfortunate that may be. That is all. Did you find the mighty Pachacamac’s phallus, by the way?”
Gojyo had wandered over. He pulled the Golden Phallus out of his backpack, unwrapped it and waved it-- carefully-- above Ukoku’s head. “Sure did. Star of many a sexy legend. Pretty, ain’t it?”
“Yes, a very grand penis and very golden. Surely you’ll let me watch as you use it, at least.”
“Fuck you. I’m considering leavin’ you here.”
“I was wondering how we were going to drag him through the jungle,” Hakkai said. He smiled at Gojyo. Just having Gojyo near improved Hakkai’s mood: he took a moment to admire the view of Gojyo’s grin and his slightly wet and sticky clothes and his lovely hair, rather unkempt after their impromptu bath.
Gojyo shook his head. “We don’t have to. We have the helicopter. It’s over there. The guys chopped out a little clearing.” He jerked his thumb in the direction of downhill, the opposite side the hill from where they’d spent the previous day.
Hakkai’s good mood evaporated a bit. “I thought they couldn’t be safely flown here. I’d sort of been hoping these fellows had crashed, as a matter of fact.”
Gojyo shrugged. “Nunco swears by Rion’s pilot. I trust his judgment. Mostly. Besides. You want a dangerous coupla hours by helicopter, or a dangerous week trompin’ back through the jungle?”
Hakkai breathed deeply of the thin, humid air, glanced around at the impenetrable-looking green forest, and heard the buzz of insects and the roar of a jaguar somewhere in the distance. He exhaled in a sigh.
“I did agree that I was also not a martyr for archaeology. The dangerous couple of hours by air, thank you.”
“Hooray! Mameria today, then,” Gojyo said. He carefully re-wrapped the phallus and stowed it in his bag. Then he stared at Hakkai with a rather stupid-looking grin.
But Hakkai was confused. “Mameria? I’d thought it was terraced and also only accessible by foot.”
Gojyo waved at Ukoku. “Our friend here paid his guys to carve out a clearing a few days back. Awfully nice of him, wasn’t it?”
“Mameria today, then,” Hakkai echoed, possibly with an equally-stupid smile at Gojyo.
“You guys are turning me on to an incredible degree,” Ukoku told them, looking back and forth between them with a licentious grin.
“Shut up,” Gojyo said.
“Do fuck off,” Hakkai said, at the same time.
***
The helicopter was perhaps overloaded a bit and the air was thin, so the couple-of-hours trip to the dig-site at Mameria felt to Hakkai like the threatened week, only hovering over the chasm. Thankfully he’d had very little to eat. He also had the satisfaction of seeing Gojyo’s perpetually-saucy grin go white at the edges once or twice when they dipped almost to the trees.
Gojyo went up front once to use the radio to call Yané. When he came back, he just squeezed into the floor-spot next to Hakkai and closed his eyes. Hakkai couldn’t possibly sleep, but having Gojyo near made him feel better. He was becoming entirely as soppy as he’d feared.
And having Gojyo’s thigh pressed to his distracted Hakkai somewhat with memories of their sex-marathon the evening before. Gojyo had promised retribution for the use and abuse Hakkai had heaped upon his poor body. Hakkai was looking forward to that.
Finally they landed. Hakkai exited to scenery that at first looked little different from the site they’d left: green jungle carpeting steep mountains, the sun above diffused pale-yellow in the humid air. Further examination revealed more of a shape to the mountains, however. They’d landed on a plateau above a semi-circular valley, its sides overgrown but still visibly terraced and stepped in the Incan agricultural fashion.
Hakkai followed Gojyo down a path that had been slightly worn into the plateau by recent human presence. The edge of the plateau sloped down to one of the crescent-shaped terraced fields, where the largest group of people Hakkai had seen in over a week was gathered.
“Gojyo, querido!”
A dark-haired woman peeled off from the group of thirty or so people and jogged in their direction, arms outstretched. She was wearing khaki shorts and an unbuttoned khaki blouse over an undershirt, and had one of the most astoundingly female figures that Hakkai had ever seen. Soon she was plastered onto Gojyo, peppering his face with kisses. Gojyo caught Hakkai’s gaze over her head, once, and his eyes begged Hakkai to understand. Hakkai just smiled back at him, feeling not the least bit threatened but willing to allow Gojyo to think he did.
“Yané, babe. Hey!” Gojyo eventually held the woman at arms’ length and her effusive greeting calmed itself a bit. “Yané. This is Hakkai Childs. From the Explorer’s Club. We’ve been workin’ together. Hakkai. This is Professor Yané Delgado, from the University of Lima’s department of archaeology.”
“Childs?” Yané-- Professor Delgado-- said in a strong accent. Gojyo looked at her, and her eyebrows lifted in some sort of understanding. She turned and stretched her hand out to Hakkai. “Gojyo say he had a translator, but did not say who. I have heard of you, señor Childs. Many good things.”
“You are Gojyo’s benefactress,” Hakkai said as he shook her hand. “I am pleased to meet you, Professor Delgado.”
“Hakkai’s seen the drawings, Yané. He read ‘em like that,” Gojyo said, snapping his fingers. “And where we found the phallus-- you should see--”
She mostly ignored Gojyo and clung to Hakkai’s hand. “Please call me Yané. How many languages do you speak, Señor Childs?”
“Oh, I lost count after the first few dozen. I can read more than I can speak, however.”
“You lost count? God, that’s hot.” Gojyo was staring at Hakkai, his mouth rather slack and drooly-looking.
“Aaahhh! Gojyo! I get it,” Yané shrieked and released Hakkai’s hand at last. “Oh! Show me the golden phallus. I am so pleased that it actually exists. I knew I could trust you to find it if it did, Gojyo.”
Gojyo laughed. “You have such weird priorities, Yané. Here.” He pulled the phallus out of his bag and handed it to her bundled in its cloth. Yané cradled it like a baby and peeled back the wrapping.
“Oh! How exciting. Oh. How... large and... very Incan. Oh! I have brought the Policía Nacional with me.”
“Awesome. You’re a genius, Yané.”
Hakkai looked at Gojyo. “The National Police? For Mr. Santiago?”
Gojyo shook his head. He accepted the careful return of the phallus from Yané. “Nope. Remember how you accused me of being caught looting? Well, I’ve learned from my past mistakes. Now I got lotsa impeccable local witnesses. See? You did clean up my act some.”
“I did? Oh.” Hakkai felt a little drooly, himself. He revised his private estimate of their future effectiveness as a team. How would they ever get any archaeology work accomplished if they were constantly behaving like a couple of sexually-deprived eighteen-year-olds?
“Aaaahhh! We have work to do,” Yané shrieked again in her over-excited way, waving her arms and gesturing them down the hill to the group of people she’d been with earlier.
Hakkai could now see that at least a dozen members of the group were wearing black uniforms with a yellow stripe. The other ten or so people were dressed more like himself, Gojyo and Yané, and were introduced as various archaeological colleagues and recorders and surveyors. They eyed Gojyo and Hakkai with some awe, then began the work of photographing and measuring the phallus. Hakkai told himself he did not regret the return to proper archaeology, and that the future held plenty of excitement. It was sure to, if he spent it with Gojyo.
About a dozen of them hiked, single-file, down the edges of the terrace to an arched opening in the hill: the previously-discovered Mamerian archaeological site Hakkai had originally been sent to view. Teams from several world universities had been painstakingly excavating the area for the past year. Yané led Hakkai and Gojyo directly to the most recently-discovered room, the one with the untranslated petroglyphs.
“I was pleased to discover the Incans had writing,” Yané said, and gestured Hakkai towards a carved and pieced wall. “Even if it is naughty. Ha! My amigos were very surprised to hear of your translation at the caves-- but then, even I like to keep my secrets until I am ready to reveal them.”
Yané continued, her eyes gleaming with an excitement that Hakkai could feel resurging in himself. Hakkai could see how she’d been attracted to Gojyo and his work-style-- beyond the obvious, of course. He briefly hoped that the text here was a little more intellectual than the text in the phallus-caverns had been, but his hope was quickly dashed when he spotted the carvings, the sexy way they fit together. Even the layout of the room was vaguely womb-like.
“Ah.” Hakkai looked at Gojyo, who winked as if to say, go ahead; we’re all adults here. This heretofore-unknown talent for mind-reading was certainly an odd but useful phenomenon, Hakkai thought. “After his sunset-to-sunrise ah, climax, Pachacamac rested for a day. His ample-breasted dragon-wife was so energized to plant seeds for humans, that she convinced Pachacamac to stay near her forever, hidden in the city and ready to-- ah-- plow her furrows whenever she demanded.”
“She pussy-whipped him,” Gojyo murmured so that only Hakkai could hear.
“Ahaha,” Hakkai coughed. He pointed at the expected break in the story. “You’ll need to activate a door, right there.”
“But we have scanned this area with all our equipment. There is no door,” one of the academics pointed out.
Gojyo kneeled and pulled a biro from his pocket, then jabbed it into the wall as he’d become so skilled at doing. There was a collective gasp as the wall, which looked like a decorated pile of unmortared blocks, slid open as one piece. Several of the men joined to shove it aside, gently, while the more reserved members of the party protested and snapped desperate photos or hurried to video-record the event.
The opened wall revealed a chamber about man-height but only centimeters deep, which explained the teams’ inability to locate it using equipment. The chamber contained only a stylized wall carving...of an ample-breasted, wide-hipped and dragon-headed female figure. Her legs were quite obviously spread and raised and between them was... a hole.
“That’s--” Yané began, and Hakkai turned to look at her stunned visage and open mouth. The other archaeologists wore similar expressions.
“Not typical of Incan design, I know,” Hakkai supplied her. “My first guess is that the writing system was a means of communication between a very select group of priests.”
“Pervert priests,” Gojyo added.
“Pornographic priestess, koo koo koochoo, boys.” This last was Ukoku, handcuffed but present by the grace of God and Gojyo.
“I told you to shut up, asshole. You’re lucky I let you come,” Gojyo pointed out.
Ukoku nodded and grinned his sardonic grin and Gojyo looked back at Hakkai. In fact, Hakkai quickly realized that everyone was staring at him-- rather breathlessly, it appeared-- and waiting for further direction.
“There are no more words,” Hakkai said. “I think it’s obvious that we should...”
“Plow Mama Pacha’s field for her,” Yané said, in Spanish. Most of the gathered men chuckled and coughed a bit sheepishly. She gestured at the hole in the wall with an elegant hand. “Gojyo?”
Gojyo unwrapped his bundle for the last time, and Hakkai was proud of Gojyo’s hardly-lascivious smile as he inserted the Golden Phallus into the stone vagina and then eased it in gently with one finger. Hakkai held his breath. Everyone held their breaths.
The ground began to rumble beneath their feet. Tiny cracks appeared in the ceiling of the petroglyph-room and dust shook down upon them, golden-tan on their collective dark-haired heads and Gojyo’s red-haired one. Archaeologists began edging nervously towards the exit and Yané shrieked-- in fear or excitement, Hakkai couldn’t tell-- and people began running.
Soon only he and Gojyo were left, and Hakkai laughed. He was hot and sticky and lightheaded and an excitement, tenfold what it had ever been before, electrified his limbs and thumped in his belly and jolted his pride into overdrive. Whatever happened, whatever they found outside, he and Gojyo had proven a legend and read the legend and pieced the puzzle and survived, and they’d done it together.
“Mama Pacha was indeed goddess of the planting and fertility. And of earthquakes,” Hakkai yelled at Gojyo over the passioned rumbling of the Earth.
“Let’s get the hell outta here. I’ll make it worth your while,” Gojyo said, and grabbed Hakkai’s hand.
END.
References: There really is a legendary lost Inca city of Paititi: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paititi
There is also an expedition this year by Frenchman Thierry Jamin to find Paititi, and his Internet logs (translated) provided me with much great info: http://antisuyu.granpaititi.com/
Here’s an interview with Gregory Deyermenjian, another explorer, which also provided some great stuff: http://books.google.com/books?id=9nNGMjm8VmgC&pg=PA285
In the name of literary adventure I took some liberties with facts about Incan civilization, though I tried to incorporate many things I learned about the Inca in my research (their excellence in road-building; their amazing non-mortared architecture). I also wanted to include Peruvians and did my best writing those from another culture. See an awesome picture of Machu Picchu at: http://whc.unesco.org/pg.cfm?cid=31&id_site=274. If you're interested please read more about the Incan civilization, because it's fascinating stuff.
“’Kai? ‘Kai, you okay? Oh, God, please be okay.”
Hakkai breathed a lungful of dust and coughed. It was pitch-dark. He was lying prone on what might have been Gojyo, given that it was warm and moving and speaking to him.
One after the other Hakkai gave each of his extremities a twitch, testing them. All seemed to be attached and in working order, if a bit sore. “I-- kaff-- think I am. Though my name is still not ‘Kai.”
“Yeah, yeah. Here.” Hakkai heard a click and then light shone into his face, blinding him in the dark. “Oops. Guess I make a pretty good cushion, anyway. We’re even on the rescues now, yeah?”
“Even?” Hakkai tested the ground on either side of Gojyo to be sure it was solid, then climbed carefully off of him. If Gojyo was counting rescues, then Hakkai would rescue Gojyo for free. That shot at Ukoku had been... amazing. A moving target, hit dead on. Dead sexy, it had been. Hakkai should tell him--
“Look!” Unaware of Hakkai’s solidifying admiration of him, Gojyo swung the light about the chamber in which they’d landed. About five meters above them was the hole they’d fallen through. It was covered in vines and as long as they didn’t shine a light directly upwards, then they might not be discovered too quickly by their attackers.
But the walls-- the walls were etched and carved and spiraled and the carvings went into the floor and up the other wall, a sinuous dragon of a story, more of the story that had started outside on the false entrances.
“Gojyo, you need to draw the symbols for me. I suspect we are very close to our legendary phallic artifact.”
“Wha--? Oh, yeah. Awesome. Still have the one I started.” Gojyo dug through his bag, then borrowed Hakkai’s penlight and stuck it in his mouth so he could prop his writing tablet on his knees. Hakkai took the larger torch and crawled about the chamber, looking for its edges. The room was somewhat squarish in shape, its walls pieced together without mortar in the Incan style. Over the years some detritus had fallen through the opening, and some of it was moving--
“Oh, my,” Hakkai said, and Gojyo turned to look at whatever the circle of light had illuminated.
“Holy fuck!” Gojyo screamed. The spider scrabbled off out of the light, up the walls, perhaps. Gojyo scrabbled over to cling to Hakkai’s shoulder. “Oh, God. Kill it.”
“Well, it’s gone now,” Hakkai said, waving the torch about the room, now spider-free. “You’ve never displayed any signs of arachnophobia before, and we’ve seen plenty of spiders.”
“None of ‘em were as big as my fucking head.”
“You’ve not spent much time in the Middle East, have you?” Hakkai asked, trying to dislodge Gojyo’s fingers from their death-grip on his shoulder. Ukoku had been right about another thing: God, Gojyo was cute. Absolutely adorable. “There are sand-spiders ten times that large in the Arabian desert. Draw the picture.”
“I’m-- I’m not sure I can concentrate.”
“Oh, bloody hell.” Hakkai set down the torch and grabbed the sides of Gojyo’s face and held him still while he kissed him. If the way he opened his mouth and breathed Hakkai’s name at him as he kissed him back were any indication, then Gojyo had forgotten the spider for a moment or two. Gojyo tasted a little like dust, a little like cigarettes and a lot sexy.
Hakkai had started the snogging session with a purpose in mind but it was dark and his own blood was pounding in his ears and Gojyo’s small puffs of breath through his nose were deafening-- It was a few minutes before he pulled back to breathe, still holding Gojyo’s cheeks.
“Oh, man,” Gojyo whispered in the dark. “I’ve been wanting to do that since... well, but I thought, uh--”
“That I didn’t care for men?”
“Nah, ‘cause you woulda said something about that right off the bat, I’m betting. That you just... weren’t interested.”
“Ha. Foolish. I’m interested. I’m more than interested.” Hakkai glanced around the chamber. He still had his small bag, but he’d given his backpack to Juan while he’d been examining the stones. He wondered if Gojyo had a tent in his pack. “In fact, when we get out of here, with our prize in hand, we’ll find a nice place to camp and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
“Uh,” Gojyo sigh-moaned and closed his eyes. He lay a warm, long-fingered hand on Hakkai’s shoulder. “God. How about right now?”
“You don’t mind the spider, then?”
“Good point. Let’s find our golden dick.”
Gojyo let Hakkai push him away, but he smiled around the penlight as he drew. Hakkai’s belly felt pleasantly warm with anticipation of all kinds. He kept an eye out for the spider, just to be nice. Gojyo’s drawing was completed very quickly and yet was very good. Hakkai traded lights with Gojyo so he could closely read the clearly-drawn symbols.
“Oh, my,” he breathed as he read. Professor Yané’s find was a treasure, indeed. Hakkai didn’t even need her analysis. It was written in glyphs that looked to be evolved from Mayan, which Hakkai could read, and interspersed with some of the markings Hakkai had seen in the carvings here and at Mameria. It was a letter: a bilingual letter. He began to voice his thoughts aloud. “A means of communication between... someone in the Incan empire. Extremely learned priests, perhaps?”
Gojyo was watching Hakkai closely. “Do you know what it says? Some of the symbols looked Mayan.”
“You’re very right. Yes. But...” Hakkai trailed off as he took the larger torch back and looked around the chamber. The figures drawn into the story on the wall had been trying to come alive for Hakkai since he’d seen them; suddenly they jumped out at him, screaming their tale. “They are... Hah. Well. How fascinating. Ukoku was right. These stories are pornographic.”
Gojyo’s eyes widened. They shone in the scant light from the penlight. “You’re kidding. That’s awesome. It’s like... the priests learned to write, so they could write porn.”
“Why else?” Hakkai murmured. He read the story across the walls and ceiling, craning his head back and forth until the story disappeared into the floor and did not continue anywhere in the room. He aimed the torch into that spot. “The story breaks off... here.”
Gojyo crawled over and began brushing his fingers along the wall. “So you gonna read it to me?”
“It’s very simple. The deep water beckons to Pachacamac but so does his ample-breasted dragon-wife, who only wants to plant grain for humans, day in and day out. He’s planning to plow her furrows for her before the rains come.”
“Can’t disappoint him. Watch this.” Gojyo flipped the penlight around and jabbed the non-lit end into a spot on the wall just at the end of the pictorial story, like punctuating a sentence. There was a short, sharp grinding noise and a two-finger-or-so-wide gap appeared in a section of the wall. Gojyo dug his fingers in and pulled until he’d widened the gap to about half a meter wide and tall.
“Well done, Gojyo!” Hakkai said as crawled over and shone the light through the opening, following the story. Gojyo hovered behind him, and Hakkai could almost, without looking, feel Gojyo’s smile. Odd that mere words, spoken aloud in all seriousness, could charge the psychic atmosphere between them so acutely. They’d touched briefly and casually so many times on this journey, but now every bump and nudge surged into Hakkai with sexual electricity.
He wanted Gojyo so very much. Wanted to join his sloppy, exciting world. Gojyo would have to learn monogamy, however, because Hakkai hated to share.
The story of mating gods continued downhill through four more rooms, each progressively smaller and the text progressively more explicit. Hakkai summarized it aloud. “Pachacamac, mid-coitus, has changed positions several times, now. Mama Pacha-- poor girl. She’s apparently doing a handstand while he-- ah-- plows her fertile ground from above. He’s sprouted tentacles as well. There’s a lengthy passage about her enormous breasts dangling to the ground. She seems to be enjoying it, however.”
“Sexy.” Gojyo opened yet another door. The door sighed and Gojyo and Hakkai sighed with it, long and slow like in climax, when it revealed a cubbyhole. Inside was wedged an oblong greenstone box.
Gojyo looked at Hakkai, then gently slid the box out of its niche. There was an electric tinge to the air that was not necessarily connected to their sexual tension; Hakkai could hardly believe they’d actually found it. He didn’t even insist that Gojyo wait and document the exact positioning of the box and then wrap it and carry it to a safe location or any of the things he should have done. He just held his breath until Gojyo gently lifted the lid.
And there it was, a gold cylinder with a knobbed end, the entire piece about a third of a meter long. The Golden Phallus, very phallus-like and very golden. It was decorated with scales and was as shining and untarnished as the day it had been sealed away, centuries ago, and--
“Holy fu-- man, it’s huge!”
“It’s large enough, I suppose,” Hakkai said. He picked up the lid and read the symbols engraved into the stone.
Gojyo didn’t touch the phallus or lift it out of the box, just stared at it, mouth agape. “No, really. It’s massive. God-sized. Heavy fucker, too. We’ll have to leave the box.”
“Yes,” Hakkai agreed, when Gojyo looked at him for confirmation. Gojyo was learning procedure, just as Hakkai had decided not to care. Oh, how he was going to enjoy this partnership, enjoy the teaching and learning. He had a feeling that Gojyo might be quite biddable, given the correct impetus.
Some of his lusty thoughts must have shown in his gaze because Gojyo still didn’t pick up the phallus, just stared at Hakkai. His gaze flicked to Hakkai’s eyes, his mouth, his hands on the greenstone lid.
“Do you want to know how the story ends?” Hakkai whispered, watching the way Gojyo licked his lips, shining in the light of the torch. “It’s written on the box.”
“How?”
“The mighty dragon god’s orgasm lasted all night.” Hakkai couldn’t help it; he set the box-lid aside, then reached out to tuck a loose strand of Gojyo’s insanely beautiful, red hair behind his ear. Gojyo’s temple was lightly sweaty under Hakkai’s fingertip. His hair was soft and clean. It was all that bathing.
“Uh. Damn.” Gojyo closed his eyes and lightly clasped Hakkai’s hand where it tangled in his hair.
“Apparently he’d been chewing coca leaves.”
“What about Mama Pacha?”
“He boasts that her orgasm lasted three nights.”
“Coca leaves?”
“No. Pachacamac was very skillful.”
“Yeah?” Gojyo’s boldness reasserted itself: he sort of tackled Hakkai back onto the dirty floor of the small chamber, clasping his wrists and kissing him with his dusty, smoky lips. The stone floor was hard and Hakkai’s head still ached but he didn’t care. He was content for a while to be covered in Gojyo, dirty, hard, desperate, sloppy. Hakkai pried his wrists free and grabbed everywhere he could: Gojyo’s shoulders, his head, his bottom, inside his shirt.
After a few minutes Gojyo came up for air. He kissed Hakkai’s nose, his forehead, and, when Hakkai removed his glasses and set them aside, his eyelids.
“I knew when I first saw you that I was in trouble, man.”
“Mmm?” Hakkai murmured, enjoying the feel of tall, handsome, American explorer under his grabby fingers. Inside Gojyo’s shirt his skin was slightly sticky and very real.
“Mmm. I got a thing for people who’re smarter than me. Mmm.”
Gojyo was being very distracting, nuzzling Hakkai’s ear in a chill-inducingly skillful way, licking under Hakkai’s jaw as if trying to take Hakkai’s pulse with his tongue. Still, Hakkai managed to wedge his hands between them to unbutton Gojyo’s shirt and pull it open.
“You knew I was smarter than you just by looking at me?” Hakkai murmured against Gojyo’s breastbone, which he’d been taken by a powerful urge to lick.
“Ahh! Mmm,” Gojyo said. He pushed himself up onto his hands and stared at Hakkai with his adorably fond look, then shoved his crotch into Hakkai’s hip. “Good instincts.”
It was impossible for Hakkai to resist such humble arrogance. He stroked Gojyo’s belly, exploring the tiny scars and scratches of this journey and other ones, all of which Hakkai would learn about, eventually. Gojyo’s stomach muscles fluttered under Hakkai’s fingertips and he closed his eyes and uttered short ahs as Hakkai traced his erection through the khaki of his trousers.
It had been quite a while since Hakkai had been with a man, but then men like Gojyo were not so common. Hakkai unbuttoned Gojyo’s trousers and yanked them down over his bum. He hooked a leg around the back of Gojyo’s knee to hold him still, then stroked his cock, lightly, then firmly when Gojyo’s hips jerked into his grip, watching Gojyo’s enraptured expression. It wasn’t the ideal location for a leisurely fuck, but there was something to be said for the view.
“Ah,” Gojyo breathed. “God, I love your hands. Stare at your gorgeous fucking fingers. Oh, God.”
Gojyo was trying to kiss Hakkai and gasp endearments at him and unbutton his trousers all at the same time. He mostly succeeded with the gasping. Still, it was enough to please Hakkai; his chest ached and his cock ached and there was only so much leisure one could take in such circumstances. He grabbed Gojyo’s hips and jostled them a couple of times.
“Roll over, Gojyo-- Ah--” Hakkai broke off when Gojyo’s fingers stroked his cock through his trousers. He caught Gojyo’s wrist to stop the distracting torment. “On your back, be a good boy. Unless you prefer it on your knees.”
“Uh. Oh, you did say fuck me. Man.”
“That is my plan and you’re going to follow it for once,” Hakkai told him with a smile.
Gojyo rolled off, quite biddable as predicted. “Yessir.”
They adjusted themselves in the tight stone space. Gojyo flopped onto his back, squeezed in next to Hakkai, and kicked off his boots, then dragged off his trousers.
“I wanna watch you,” Gojyo explained, and tugged at Hakkai’s hip. “Wish it wasn’t so dark. God, I love your eyes.”
“I’m glad,” Hakkai told him. He kicked off his own boots then rummaged in his bag, wedged between Gojyo and the opposite wall, for his aloe gel. He held the tube up, catching the edge of the torch-light so that Gojyo could see it. “Unless you have something better?”
“I don’t even care,” Gojyo whispered.
Heat churned in Hakkai’s belly. He rolled atop Gojyo and kissed him again, glad for the leverage and the chance to set the pace, more slowly this time, tasting Gojyo’s tongue and inhaling the clean sweat-scent of his hair.
Gojyo wasn’t slacking: he fumbled at the fastenings to Hakkai’s trousers and slid his hand into the open front to clasp Hakkai’s cock, his strong fingers hot and sticky with sweat, and Hakkai moaned and Gojyo’s hand suddenly halted--
“Holy fuck. No fuckin’ way.” Gojyo’s voice sounded slightly panicked.
“Spider? It’s gone,” Hakkai whispered against Gojyo’s lips, trying to calm him.
“No. Your--” Gojyo pushed Hakkai’s shoulders up a bit and stared down between them. “Uh.”
“Oh, I think it’ll be fine,” Hakkai said, smiling into the dark. He squeezed the aloe-gel tube, cool onto his hot fingers; oh, that should feel nice, for both of them--
Gojyo’s legs clenched about Hakkai’s hips as if he was trying to close them. “No wonder you didn’t blink when you saw the Golden Phallus thingum. You’re like-- I’m not sure it’s going to work.”
“Shhh,” Hakkai whispered, and stroked his gel-covered fingers between Gojyo’s buttocks. Gojyo’s thigh-lock slackened a bit and Hakkai pressed one finger against the small opening, then nudged it inside. “Here I thought you were nearly fearless.”
“Ahdamn! I got my limits.” Gojyo’s grabbed Hakkai’s shoulders, fingers digging hard. Eventually, with a little stroking, his thighs slackened. Oh, he was so lovely and tight around Hakkai’s finger. Hakkai gave his own cock a quick smear of gel-- it did, indeed, feel very nice-- and hoisted Gojyo’s legs.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Hakkai whispered. “Do you want me to stop?”
Gojyo licked his lips. “Yes, no, yes, no, just do it. Please.”
“Yessir,” Hakkai whispered in an imitation of Gojyo’s accent. It took a few seconds of work, rocking his hips back and forth, but eventually everything fit and his cock was buried inside Gojyo, so tight, so alive.
It may have been a while for Hakkai but Gojyo knew what he was doing and made it easy; he eased his knees over Hakkai’s shoulders and touched Hakkai’s hair and grabbed and pulled it whenever Hakkai rocked into him just right. When Hakkai’s hands slipped on their mingled sweat he shifted to lock his knees around Hakkai’s hips, leaving Hakkai free to fuck him, free to let the ache grow in his chest and thud in his belly. Gojyo ran his lovely fingers over his own cock and over the scar on Hakkai’s belly, the old scar from his wild youth and Gojyo’s touching it felt like love, not pity.
God, this was so much better than then. Gojyo’s face under him was blurry but Hakkai felt adored, so un-boring, in those half-closed eyes, those parted lips.
Gojyo, as always, read his mind. “Forget think-- Ah! I know I’m in love with you. Ah, yeah,” he mumbled at Hakkai between breaths.
Hakkai leaned down to kiss Gojyo quiet, because maybe he felt it, too, but he couldn’t say it. There was a world of trouble in every millimeter of Gojyo’s body, tight and slick and he moaned unformed things into Gojyo’s mouth and was glad it was all gibberish.
“Mmmph, mph,” Gojyo said back into Hakkai’s mouth and tensed his hips and sticky-slippery fluid joined the sweat mashed between their bellies. Hakkai mmphed back and the ache spilled over, hot release that pulsed through his body for a few moments but felt like longer.
Hakkai let his mostly limp flesh slip out of Gojyo, then let his body collapse for a minute or so while he breathed Gojyo’s hair and Gojyo breathed his in return. Once he’d caught his breath he considered rolling off to clean up. Then realized where they were and that there was a lack of room to roll and that he really didn’t care, anyway.
“That was awesome,” Gojyo whispered after another minute or so.
“I know,” Hakkai whispered back. He felt more relaxed than he had in days...weeks. Years? Perhaps. Being respectable had been a good idea, and had worked when Hakkai had needed it to. But Gojyo had incredible luck and incredible intuition on his side. Perhaps between the two of them they’d make the world’s greatest archaeologist. Hakkai foresaw a decent team, at least.
“Why do you want to find Paititi?” Gojyo whispered at him after another few moments’ pause.
“Vanity, I suppose?”
“’Cause it’s there, right?” Gojyo said with a laugh in his voice. “It’s lost. Someone’s gotta find it.”
“Yes.” With the excitement of finding the phallus of Incan legend, and of... well, Gojyo, and life, Hakkai had almost forgotten that this was not originally to have been his mission. “Even someone like me.”
Gojyo ruffled his hair. “I like excitement. You’re plenty exciting. I’m no martyr for archaeology, though.”
Hakkai, perhaps by having his sweaty head plastered to Gojyo’s, had started reading Gojyo’s mind in return; he was thinking about Ukoku, also, perhaps waiting for them with his men and his guns. “Nor am I.”
“And here I thought he wouldn’t go after me. We’ll get outta here and take our chances, yeah?”
“It sounded like he wants us alive,” Hakkai pointed out. “So, yes. In the morning, though.”
“Yeah. Rocks and jaguars in the dark are not my style, even with your knife and your hauling skills. I’d like a fire, though. A giant-fucking-spider-repelling fire.”
“Hmm. I don’t suppose it matters, if we are to not fear being caught.”
“I want a cigarette, too.”
“Nasty habit.”
“I’d say get offa my back, but you’re not on it. By the way, I think I could still walk.”
“What? Oh, yes. Haha.” Hakkai remembered his earlier threat-slash-promise. He dragged his wrist from under Gojyo’s back and held it up in the light-beam from the torch to try and read his watch. “I’ve got at least six hours to change that.”
“You’re kinda spooky when you laugh,” Gojyo said.
“You think so?” Hakkai said. He found his glasses and stared down at the no-longer-blurry Gojyo.
“Hot, though. Wanna change it now?”
“Don’t be so bloody impatient,” Hakkai said and climbed off to start gathering their things for the move to the other room. They had plenty of time, and he wasn’t planning to sleep.
***
The first thing they did the next morning, after they’d climbed out of the cavern, was head down to the stream they’d explored the day before. They cleaned up as best they could-- they were both very, very sticky-- and refilled their water bottles and ate granola bars and brushed their teeth.
Hakkai had lost his toothbrush and used Gojyo’s toothpaste and a bit of cloth. Gojyo offered his toothbrush but Hakkai waved it off as unsanitary. Gojyo pointed out that Hakkai’s mouth had been doing any number of unsanitary things the night before, but Hakkai ignored him. Gojyo just didn’t understand.
After a while they crawled up the stream-bank, trying to be as quiet as possible. There were no sounds of helicopters, gunfire or men shouting, only the normal sounds of the jungle-- distant monkeys, wind above the trees, and drops from an earlier rain. They could see no dead bodies, dropped packs, or even much trampled underbrush. In fact, there were no evident signs of the altercation the evening before.
No sooner had they crested the hill, however, than they heard excited shouts in Spanish. A group of men were gathered in a small clearing at the top of the hill.
“Señor Joe! You are safe!”
“I apologize, sir. I apologize.”
“You’re all idiots. Hello boys.”
This last was said in English and in Ukoku Santiago’s cynically smarmy tone. Hakkai began to reach for his knife and then realized that it didn’t matter if he had it or not, both because they’d agreed not to fight and because Ukoku did not look to be a threat. He was sitting on the ground, legs tied in front of him and his arms bound behind him.
“Señor Joe!” Nunco ran up to Hakkai and Gojyo, grinning and rubbing his hands together. “You see? We have won!”
Gojyo glanced at Hakkai with a bit of a wild grin, then looked back at Nunco. “I see it, guy. Wanna tell me what’s going on?”
It appeared that Ukoku’s head hired thug, Rion, was Nunco’s second cousin from Cuzco. They’d discovered this fact when Ukoku’s men had climbed down the helicopter ladder to chase Gojyo and his group-- the cousins had recognized each other in the midst of the clash. Gojyo and Hakkai had already disappeared but it seemed Rion and his men had been quickly convinced to switch sides and abandon their wicked boss.
“Rion knows my mamá will tell his mamá and then he will be in trouble. Trouble not worth the money,” Nunco explained.
“I would have paid you enough to move out of the country,” Ukoku interjected. Then he added, almost sotto voce, “Idiot.”
Hakkai decided to let Gojyo and Nunco and Rion hash out the details of their new arrangement. He walked over to stand above Ukoku, tied up in his black fatigues. Hakkai put his hands on his hips and stared.
“Why, how can I help you, Mr. Childs?” Ukoku smiled up at him.
“Why did you attack me and my expedition, specifically?” Hakkai asked. When Ukoku narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth, Hakkai added, “because, you know, my picture is not in the club directory.”
“Such accusations, Mr. Childs. Or may I call you Hakkai? For I wish to be so very friendly, and would never--”
“I saw you, the first time,” Hakkai interrupted. He fingered the knife in his boot. “I could untie you after I slit your throat and call it self-defense. You are a murderer in Peru, or at least an accomplice to murder, and if you are dead you can’t bribe away the charges.”
Ukoku’s eyes widened for a half an instant, then he rolled his gaze to the sky and sighed as if lamenting his long suffering. “I never meant to kill you, dear Hakkai. Just frighten you into joining me. Yesterday, I only wanted to talk. The men here are quite trigger-happy, however unfortunate that may be. That is all. Did you find the mighty Pachacamac’s phallus, by the way?”
Gojyo had wandered over. He pulled the Golden Phallus out of his backpack, unwrapped it and waved it-- carefully-- above Ukoku’s head. “Sure did. Star of many a sexy legend. Pretty, ain’t it?”
“Yes, a very grand penis and very golden. Surely you’ll let me watch as you use it, at least.”
“Fuck you. I’m considering leavin’ you here.”
“I was wondering how we were going to drag him through the jungle,” Hakkai said. He smiled at Gojyo. Just having Gojyo near improved Hakkai’s mood: he took a moment to admire the view of Gojyo’s grin and his slightly wet and sticky clothes and his lovely hair, rather unkempt after their impromptu bath.
Gojyo shook his head. “We don’t have to. We have the helicopter. It’s over there. The guys chopped out a little clearing.” He jerked his thumb in the direction of downhill, the opposite side the hill from where they’d spent the previous day.
Hakkai’s good mood evaporated a bit. “I thought they couldn’t be safely flown here. I’d sort of been hoping these fellows had crashed, as a matter of fact.”
Gojyo shrugged. “Nunco swears by Rion’s pilot. I trust his judgment. Mostly. Besides. You want a dangerous coupla hours by helicopter, or a dangerous week trompin’ back through the jungle?”
Hakkai breathed deeply of the thin, humid air, glanced around at the impenetrable-looking green forest, and heard the buzz of insects and the roar of a jaguar somewhere in the distance. He exhaled in a sigh.
“I did agree that I was also not a martyr for archaeology. The dangerous couple of hours by air, thank you.”
“Hooray! Mameria today, then,” Gojyo said. He carefully re-wrapped the phallus and stowed it in his bag. Then he stared at Hakkai with a rather stupid-looking grin.
But Hakkai was confused. “Mameria? I’d thought it was terraced and also only accessible by foot.”
Gojyo waved at Ukoku. “Our friend here paid his guys to carve out a clearing a few days back. Awfully nice of him, wasn’t it?”
“Mameria today, then,” Hakkai echoed, possibly with an equally-stupid smile at Gojyo.
“You guys are turning me on to an incredible degree,” Ukoku told them, looking back and forth between them with a licentious grin.
“Shut up,” Gojyo said.
“Do fuck off,” Hakkai said, at the same time.
***
The helicopter was perhaps overloaded a bit and the air was thin, so the couple-of-hours trip to the dig-site at Mameria felt to Hakkai like the threatened week, only hovering over the chasm. Thankfully he’d had very little to eat. He also had the satisfaction of seeing Gojyo’s perpetually-saucy grin go white at the edges once or twice when they dipped almost to the trees.
Gojyo went up front once to use the radio to call Yané. When he came back, he just squeezed into the floor-spot next to Hakkai and closed his eyes. Hakkai couldn’t possibly sleep, but having Gojyo near made him feel better. He was becoming entirely as soppy as he’d feared.
And having Gojyo’s thigh pressed to his distracted Hakkai somewhat with memories of their sex-marathon the evening before. Gojyo had promised retribution for the use and abuse Hakkai had heaped upon his poor body. Hakkai was looking forward to that.
Finally they landed. Hakkai exited to scenery that at first looked little different from the site they’d left: green jungle carpeting steep mountains, the sun above diffused pale-yellow in the humid air. Further examination revealed more of a shape to the mountains, however. They’d landed on a plateau above a semi-circular valley, its sides overgrown but still visibly terraced and stepped in the Incan agricultural fashion.
Hakkai followed Gojyo down a path that had been slightly worn into the plateau by recent human presence. The edge of the plateau sloped down to one of the crescent-shaped terraced fields, where the largest group of people Hakkai had seen in over a week was gathered.
“Gojyo, querido!”
A dark-haired woman peeled off from the group of thirty or so people and jogged in their direction, arms outstretched. She was wearing khaki shorts and an unbuttoned khaki blouse over an undershirt, and had one of the most astoundingly female figures that Hakkai had ever seen. Soon she was plastered onto Gojyo, peppering his face with kisses. Gojyo caught Hakkai’s gaze over her head, once, and his eyes begged Hakkai to understand. Hakkai just smiled back at him, feeling not the least bit threatened but willing to allow Gojyo to think he did.
“Yané, babe. Hey!” Gojyo eventually held the woman at arms’ length and her effusive greeting calmed itself a bit. “Yané. This is Hakkai Childs. From the Explorer’s Club. We’ve been workin’ together. Hakkai. This is Professor Yané Delgado, from the University of Lima’s department of archaeology.”
“Childs?” Yané-- Professor Delgado-- said in a strong accent. Gojyo looked at her, and her eyebrows lifted in some sort of understanding. She turned and stretched her hand out to Hakkai. “Gojyo say he had a translator, but did not say who. I have heard of you, señor Childs. Many good things.”
“You are Gojyo’s benefactress,” Hakkai said as he shook her hand. “I am pleased to meet you, Professor Delgado.”
“Hakkai’s seen the drawings, Yané. He read ‘em like that,” Gojyo said, snapping his fingers. “And where we found the phallus-- you should see--”
She mostly ignored Gojyo and clung to Hakkai’s hand. “Please call me Yané. How many languages do you speak, Señor Childs?”
“Oh, I lost count after the first few dozen. I can read more than I can speak, however.”
“You lost count? God, that’s hot.” Gojyo was staring at Hakkai, his mouth rather slack and drooly-looking.
“Aaahhh! Gojyo! I get it,” Yané shrieked and released Hakkai’s hand at last. “Oh! Show me the golden phallus. I am so pleased that it actually exists. I knew I could trust you to find it if it did, Gojyo.”
Gojyo laughed. “You have such weird priorities, Yané. Here.” He pulled the phallus out of his bag and handed it to her bundled in its cloth. Yané cradled it like a baby and peeled back the wrapping.
“Oh! How exciting. Oh. How... large and... very Incan. Oh! I have brought the Policía Nacional with me.”
“Awesome. You’re a genius, Yané.”
Hakkai looked at Gojyo. “The National Police? For Mr. Santiago?”
Gojyo shook his head. He accepted the careful return of the phallus from Yané. “Nope. Remember how you accused me of being caught looting? Well, I’ve learned from my past mistakes. Now I got lotsa impeccable local witnesses. See? You did clean up my act some.”
“I did? Oh.” Hakkai felt a little drooly, himself. He revised his private estimate of their future effectiveness as a team. How would they ever get any archaeology work accomplished if they were constantly behaving like a couple of sexually-deprived eighteen-year-olds?
“Aaaahhh! We have work to do,” Yané shrieked again in her over-excited way, waving her arms and gesturing them down the hill to the group of people she’d been with earlier.
Hakkai could now see that at least a dozen members of the group were wearing black uniforms with a yellow stripe. The other ten or so people were dressed more like himself, Gojyo and Yané, and were introduced as various archaeological colleagues and recorders and surveyors. They eyed Gojyo and Hakkai with some awe, then began the work of photographing and measuring the phallus. Hakkai told himself he did not regret the return to proper archaeology, and that the future held plenty of excitement. It was sure to, if he spent it with Gojyo.
About a dozen of them hiked, single-file, down the edges of the terrace to an arched opening in the hill: the previously-discovered Mamerian archaeological site Hakkai had originally been sent to view. Teams from several world universities had been painstakingly excavating the area for the past year. Yané led Hakkai and Gojyo directly to the most recently-discovered room, the one with the untranslated petroglyphs.
“I was pleased to discover the Incans had writing,” Yané said, and gestured Hakkai towards a carved and pieced wall. “Even if it is naughty. Ha! My amigos were very surprised to hear of your translation at the caves-- but then, even I like to keep my secrets until I am ready to reveal them.”
Yané continued, her eyes gleaming with an excitement that Hakkai could feel resurging in himself. Hakkai could see how she’d been attracted to Gojyo and his work-style-- beyond the obvious, of course. He briefly hoped that the text here was a little more intellectual than the text in the phallus-caverns had been, but his hope was quickly dashed when he spotted the carvings, the sexy way they fit together. Even the layout of the room was vaguely womb-like.
“Ah.” Hakkai looked at Gojyo, who winked as if to say, go ahead; we’re all adults here. This heretofore-unknown talent for mind-reading was certainly an odd but useful phenomenon, Hakkai thought. “After his sunset-to-sunrise ah, climax, Pachacamac rested for a day. His ample-breasted dragon-wife was so energized to plant seeds for humans, that she convinced Pachacamac to stay near her forever, hidden in the city and ready to-- ah-- plow her furrows whenever she demanded.”
“She pussy-whipped him,” Gojyo murmured so that only Hakkai could hear.
“Ahaha,” Hakkai coughed. He pointed at the expected break in the story. “You’ll need to activate a door, right there.”
“But we have scanned this area with all our equipment. There is no door,” one of the academics pointed out.
Gojyo kneeled and pulled a biro from his pocket, then jabbed it into the wall as he’d become so skilled at doing. There was a collective gasp as the wall, which looked like a decorated pile of unmortared blocks, slid open as one piece. Several of the men joined to shove it aside, gently, while the more reserved members of the party protested and snapped desperate photos or hurried to video-record the event.
The opened wall revealed a chamber about man-height but only centimeters deep, which explained the teams’ inability to locate it using equipment. The chamber contained only a stylized wall carving...of an ample-breasted, wide-hipped and dragon-headed female figure. Her legs were quite obviously spread and raised and between them was... a hole.
“That’s--” Yané began, and Hakkai turned to look at her stunned visage and open mouth. The other archaeologists wore similar expressions.
“Not typical of Incan design, I know,” Hakkai supplied her. “My first guess is that the writing system was a means of communication between a very select group of priests.”
“Pervert priests,” Gojyo added.
“Pornographic priestess, koo koo koochoo, boys.” This last was Ukoku, handcuffed but present by the grace of God and Gojyo.
“I told you to shut up, asshole. You’re lucky I let you come,” Gojyo pointed out.
Ukoku nodded and grinned his sardonic grin and Gojyo looked back at Hakkai. In fact, Hakkai quickly realized that everyone was staring at him-- rather breathlessly, it appeared-- and waiting for further direction.
“There are no more words,” Hakkai said. “I think it’s obvious that we should...”
“Plow Mama Pacha’s field for her,” Yané said, in Spanish. Most of the gathered men chuckled and coughed a bit sheepishly. She gestured at the hole in the wall with an elegant hand. “Gojyo?”
Gojyo unwrapped his bundle for the last time, and Hakkai was proud of Gojyo’s hardly-lascivious smile as he inserted the Golden Phallus into the stone vagina and then eased it in gently with one finger. Hakkai held his breath. Everyone held their breaths.
The ground began to rumble beneath their feet. Tiny cracks appeared in the ceiling of the petroglyph-room and dust shook down upon them, golden-tan on their collective dark-haired heads and Gojyo’s red-haired one. Archaeologists began edging nervously towards the exit and Yané shrieked-- in fear or excitement, Hakkai couldn’t tell-- and people began running.
Soon only he and Gojyo were left, and Hakkai laughed. He was hot and sticky and lightheaded and an excitement, tenfold what it had ever been before, electrified his limbs and thumped in his belly and jolted his pride into overdrive. Whatever happened, whatever they found outside, he and Gojyo had proven a legend and read the legend and pieced the puzzle and survived, and they’d done it together.
“Mama Pacha was indeed goddess of the planting and fertility. And of earthquakes,” Hakkai yelled at Gojyo over the passioned rumbling of the Earth.
“Let’s get the hell outta here. I’ll make it worth your while,” Gojyo said, and grabbed Hakkai’s hand.
END.
References: There really is a legendary lost Inca city of Paititi: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paititi
There is also an expedition this year by Frenchman Thierry Jamin to find Paititi, and his Internet logs (translated) provided me with much great info: http://antisuyu.granpaititi.com/
Here’s an interview with Gregory Deyermenjian, another explorer, which also provided some great stuff: http://books.google.com/books?id=9nNGMjm8VmgC&pg=PA285
In the name of literary adventure I took some liberties with facts about Incan civilization, though I tried to incorporate many things I learned about the Inca in my research (their excellence in road-building; their amazing non-mortared architecture). I also wanted to include Peruvians and did my best writing those from another culture. See an awesome picture of Machu Picchu at: http://whc.unesco.org/pg.cfm?cid=31&id_site=274. If you're interested please read more about the Incan civilization, because it's fascinating stuff.
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SEQUEL. I WANTS IT!!!
Date: 2009-09-29 06:55 pm (UTC)Fangirls Rally!!!: Please join me in demanding a sequel, yo. (One with a three-way involving the boys and Ukoku).
Re: SEQUEL. I WANTS IT!!!
Date: 2009-10-01 10:00 pm (UTC)Thank you for your mad support of this fic, dear. You are the best!! :;hugs::
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Date: 2009-09-29 07:11 pm (UTC)Man, I love this fic so hard, my friend. So hard. Gojyo and Hakkai are so damned funny and perfect, and the story is just plain hilarious and awesome all the way around. I couldn't like this any more than I already do.
Also, YES, SEQUEL PLEASE. WITH A THREESOME! Bring it.
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Date: 2009-10-01 11:57 pm (UTC)And argh, threesome! It sound so yummy but I've never written one!
::hugs::
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Date: 2009-10-02 12:00 am (UTC)It's easier than you think -- as long as you plan out the logistics beforehand. Such has been my (admittedly limited) experience. Plus, you know, doing "research" *coughreadingloadscough* helps. Heh.
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Date: 2009-09-29 09:05 pm (UTC)SEQUEL SEQUEL SEQUEL SEQUEL SEQUEL SEQUEL SEQUEL SEQUEL SEQUEL SEQUEL
Thank you my dear friend. This is the best AU written ever ever. I am blessed and lucky to not only have a friend like you but to be secretly gifted with this wonderful story.
*hugs self* Lucky girl lucky girl@
*runs off flailing like a whimzy!*
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Date: 2009-10-01 11:58 pm (UTC)I'm so pleased this was for you, and thrilled that you liked it, dearest! Thank you!
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Date: 2009-09-29 09:31 pm (UTC)So... sexy threesome sequel please?
*gives you a big hug* Seriously, the story rocks.
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Date: 2009-09-30 01:40 am (UTC)Heee! Ukoku. *grabby hands*
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Date: 2009-09-30 04:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-01 12:57 am (UTC)Speaking of which, the teenage!Hakkai fic has not gone away. It's percolating.
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Date: 2009-09-30 01:45 am (UTC)*joins the rally for a sequel*
I know you're a 353 gal, but you write 585 so well.
*beckons*
Come to the dark side, dear. Hakkai bakes cookies. ;-)
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Date: 2009-09-30 03:59 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-10-02 12:12 am (UTC);) Thank you so very much!
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Date: 2009-10-01 02:22 am (UTC)Wow.....:D Thank you.
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Date: 2009-10-03 05:33 pm (UTC)I'll join the call for a Hakkai/Gojyo/Ukoku threeway ;)
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Date: 2009-10-09 10:21 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for reading & for making me squee!
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Date: 2009-10-10 11:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-04 09:45 pm (UTC)It's wonderful how you've done the research. Hm, I think it ends quite nicely there, but I wouldn't mind a sequel either >D, ehehe...
'"Do fuck off."' just about killed me. This fic is wonderful :D
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Date: 2010-03-04 10:57 pm (UTC)Eeeek, I had some tiny bunnies for a sequel but nothing set in stone.