I bring smut!
God, it's been so long! Another entry into the Yours arc. Hakkai and Sanzo's first time, with some creative liscense taken about Hakkai's chi. Enjoy.
Title: Impulses
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/n: I wrote the bulk of this at Steph's. This fic is for you, love. Because 8x3 is your obsession *smiles*.
The bathroom door opened, letting warm air and the clean scent of soap into the room. Sanzo walked out, a towel wrapped loosely around his narrow waist. Hakkai looked up from his book and immediately wished he hadn’t. The priest was standing in front of the mirrored washstand, running a comb through damp golden locks. Beads of moisture dripped from his hair and traced down the line of his back, ending at the lips of the towel just above the slight swell of his buttocks. Hakkai swallowed the lump in his throat, following their path with his eyes, imaging what it would be like to follow them with his tongue.
He lost himself for a moment in the fantasy. Sanzo’s skin would taste clean and slightly salty. Hakkai would press himself against the priest’s back, reveling in the knowledge that all that separated him from Sanzo’s smooth, alabaster skin was a thin piece of cloth. He imagined the slight shudder that would race down the lithe body as the licked droplets of moisture from the pale neck. Sanzo’s golden hair would smell of vanilla from the shampoo he used if Hakkai pressed his face into the damp strands, and his perfect skin would smell of sandalwood.
Even from his place across the room, Hakkai could almost feel supple flesh and firm muscle as he imagined running a hand over the amazingly erotic curve at the small of Sanzo’s back and the gentle flair of his slim hips. The breath would stutter in the priest’s throat as Hakkai ground himself against Sanzo’s firm, shapely ass. He could almost hear that deep, roughened velvet voice colored with desire and need…
“Hakkai…Hakkai!”
Jarred from his reverie, Hakkai’s head shot up and he swallowed hard. Sanzo was standing in front of him, hands on his hips, looking at him expectantly.
When Hakkai spoke, his voice came out a few octaves higher than normal. “Did you say something, Sanzo?”
Sanzo raised an eyebrow at him and for one heart-stopping moment, Hakkai was sure he knew exactly what he’d been thinking.
“Sorry, this book is very interesting and I guess I just got lost in it,” Hakkai explained hurriedly, wincing internally at the way his voice shook.
Sanzo didn’t look convinced. “You been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes,” he responded incredulously.
A high pitched laugh left the healer’s throat before he could stop it. “Yes, well…”
Sanzo shook his head and turned away in a manner that clearly said he didn’t really care. Hakkai breathed a relieved sigh. Thank the gods Sanzo wasn’t the type to pry. The healer’s eyes were immediately drawn back to the blonde’s lithe, semi-clad form. It was getting very difficult to breath in this room. Sanzo needed to put clothes on. Preferably now.
Oblivious to Hakkai’s internal struggle, Sanzo walked over to where his clothes were laid out on the bed. His hands moved to the knot in the towel at his hip. Hakkai’s eyes quickly returned to his book. It was wrong to betray the trust Sanzo had in him, no matter how much he wished to see what was beneath it.
The rustle of clothing stopped and Hakkai risked a glance at the blond. Sanzo was pulling his tight black shirt over his head, leaving the brunet with a final teasing glimpse of flawless pale skin. Hakkai suppressed the groan that surfaced in his throat. He shifted uncomfortably, the tightness in his pants becoming almost unbearable. It was incredibly disrespectful of him to think of Sanzo in such a way and he thoroughly chastised himself for it. After a few minutes of mentally berating himself, he was able to reign in his labito.
Sanzo strode over to the table and poured two cups of sake from the bottle there. Hakkai practically jumped up from his place on the bed. Alcohol sounded like a wonderful idea. Sanzo refrained from commenting when he downed the first cup like a shot and poured himself another. The priest took a sip from his own cup and put it down, looking like he was toying with the idea of having a cigarette.
Hakkai watched him caress long delicate fingers over the metal surface of his lighter and sighed audibly. It was almost painful being this close to Sanzo but not being able to touch him. Hakkai couldn’t keep the slight longing out of his eyes as he studied his beautiful companion. Sanzo met his gaze evenly, violet eyes narrowed slightly in question.
A sudden urge came over Hakkai and he couldn’t suppress it. He had to know, had to feel, just once, even if it killed him. And with Sanzo, there was a good chance it might. He gripped the priest’s chin lightly and, before Sanzo could react, pressed their lips together. Sanzo went rigid against him, not responding, but not pushing him away either. This was heaven, Hakkai was sure of it. Sanzo’s lips were soft and pliable against his own and he tasted infinitely better than Hakkai had imagined.
Gradually, the shock seemed to wear off and Sanzo relaxed, his lips parting, just enough for Hakkai’s tongue to slip past. He teased it over the blonde’s teeth and tongue and, almost tentatively, Sanzo began to react, pushing back with his tongue and slanting their mouths together.
After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, Hakkai had to pull away, to breathe. Sanzo’s fingers were fisted in the front of his shirt and he had no idea when they’d gotten there. The priest was panting slightly and his normally sharp violet eyes had a glazed look to them.
Abruptly, he seemed to return to himself and he pushed Hakkai away, clearly flustered.
“What the hell was that, Hakkai?” Sanzo asked sharply.
Hakkai slumped down into a chair because his legs had ceased to be able to hold him upright anymore. “I’m sorry, Sanzo,” he whispered. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“You kissed me,” Sanzo stated, as if unsure of what just happened.
“I know. I just…” Hakkai trailed off, not really knowing how to explain himself.
“Why did you kiss me?” Sanzo asked, an almost imperceptible bit of uncertainty creeping into his tone.
Hakkai looked up into Sanzo’s eyes and knew he had to tell him. But how could he tell someone he care about and respected that he’d been lusting after him for months? He had to find away; he owed Sanzo that much after what he’d just done.
“Because I’ve wanted to do that for months,” he answered. “Because I find you unbelievably beautiful and it’s been agony not being able to tell you.”
Sanzo gave him a narrow-eyed look and grabbed his robe off the bed. He pulled it around himself in jerky, almost defensive, motions and stalked across the room, snagging his cigarettes off the table as he passed.
“Sanzo, where are you going?” Hakkai asked, standing up.
Sanzo paused at the door. “I…” he faltered, his voice so soft Hakkai had to strain to hear. “I have to think.”
With that, he strode out of the room, the door shutting with a definite click behind him. Hakkai slumped back into his chair with a defeated sigh.
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Sanzo ground out his fifth cigarette and lit another, pacing the inn’s porch, trying to sort out what the fuck had just happened.
Hakkai had kissed him. Kissed him! And he had no fucking clue how to deal with it. And even worse, Sanzo had enjoyed it. Enjoyed it a lot more than he’d let on to Hakkai. Just recalling the feel of Hakkai’s tongue in his mouth made him shiver, made him wonder what else he could do with that tongue.
Growling faintly to himself, Sanzo raked a hand back through his hair. What the hell was Hakkai thinking, bring all this up now? Like he didn’t have enough shit to deal with.
But the more Sanzo thought about it, the more it seemed like it might not be such a bad idea. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to Hakkai. He’d always felt a connection to the man that he didn’t have with the others. The farther they went on this journey, the more he’d come to enjoy, and even rely on, the healer’s company. Hakkai was one of the only two people he’d ever known whose presence he could stand for extended periods of time. The green-eyed man’s gentle, calming presence had become vital to him somewhere along the way. Sanzo knew he would have gone crazy long before now if it weren’t for Hakkai.
The kiss had felt good, right, and as hard as he tried, Sanzo couldn’t find a reason to refuse him. He trusted Hakkai with his life, and the healer had come through for him more times than he could count. In a way, he owed Hakkai this. And Sanzo always repaid his debts.
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The room was dark and silent when he returned. Hakkai had already gone to bed. Unconsciously, Sanzo breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to deal with this right now. Maybe Hakkai would just drop it. Sanzo knew he would if asked, but part of the priest really didn’t want him to.
He studied Hakkai’s still form, trailing his eyes over the clean, gentle lines of the healer’s face, the long curve of his neck. Hakkai really was beautiful. Maybe not stunningly so like people claimed Sanzo was, but in a subtle, understated way that appealed to him. Physical beauty meant very little to the priest. It was Hakkai’s personality he found himself drawn to, his calm and reasonable nature, and even his infuriating politeness. Hakkai was almost frighteningly intelligent, strong and capable, traits that Sanzo found admirable.
Hakkai shifted in his sleep, one delicate hand curling by his head. But those hands were only delicate in appearance. Sanzo’s breath quickened minutely as he recalled the underlying strength in the hand that gripped his chin and pulled him closer. Hakkai might look slight and weak but Sanzo knew if the healer decided to turn on him, he didn’t stand a chance. And if there was one thing Sanzo respected, it was strength.
With a slight shake of his head, Sanzo laid on the other bed, Hakkai’s soft breathing lulling him to sleep.
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At least Sanzo wasn’t avoiding him. That would have been embarrassing and very painful. But the way Sanzo was acting as if nothing happened was beginning to worry him. Hakkai couldn’t let this chance slip through his fingers. He would make Sanzo give him an answer. If the priest asked him to back off he would, but he needed to know.
They left early in the morning. Sanzo wanted to get as much road behind them as possible before the sun set. The next town was only a day’s ride away and Hakkai was eager to get there so he and Sanzo could talk alone.
The atmosphere in Jeep hadn’t changed, a fact Hakkai was very grateful for. Sanzo was silent as always, speaking up only when Goku and Gojyo’s fight got too loud, but there was no increased tension in him that would indicate discomfort. But Sanzo had always been good at hiding his feelings, so it was difficult to tell.
Hakkai stole glances at the priest as he drove, trying to figure out what he was thinking. He hadn’t imagined the kiss. After the initial shock, Sanzo had pulled him closer, kissed him back. He hadn’t imagined that.
Sanzo shot him a mild glare when he caught him staring. Hakkai simply met the look with a slight smile. Frowning at that, Sanzo turned away, fixing his eyes on the passing landscape. The healer sighed softly and drove on in silence.
A joyful cry from Goku signaled the appearance of a town. It was made up of low wooden buildings, that marketplace still bustling and clearly visible from the road. Goku’s loud exclamation about food was met with a snarled “Shut up or I’ll kill you,” from Sanzo that quieted him down rather quickly.
“Sanzo?” Hakkai asked, glancing at the priest.
Sanzo looked at the darkening sky for a moment. “We’ll stop,” he muttered. “I need cigarettes.”
They found an inn that looked halfway decent off the main road. Goku jumped down from Jeep, chattering excitedly.
“Food!” he cried joyously. “I’m starving!”
Gojyo stuck a leg out as the boy ran by, causing him to land flat on his face. “Damn monkey, could you get any more annoying?”
Goku jumped up, rounding on Gojyo angrily. “That’s it, water sprite. I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Try it, monkey brains,” Gojyo responded with a nonchalant smirk.
The impending argument was cut off with a well placed bullet from Sanzo’s gun. “Both of you shut up,” he snarled. “You’re drawing attention to us, you idiots.”
Gojyo gave him a mocking bow. “So sorry, Master Sanzo,” he answered, his tone condescending. “Your humble servant begs your forgiveness.”
Sanzo glared venomously at him. “Fuck you, Gojyo.”
With a light laugh he knew would piss Sanzo off, the redhead strolled down the street. “Anytime, Beautiful,” he called. “But until then, I’m going to find some more agreeable company.”
“We’re leaving first thing in the morning,” Sanzo growled after him. “You’re not here, your ass gets left behind.”
“Don’t worry, mom,” Gojyo responded, waving over his shoulder at the priest. “I’ll be back by curfew.”
“Don’t make me kill you,” Sanzo shouted, firing a shot, into the ground, but it was enough to make Gojyo jump.
Satisfied he had made his point, Sanzo stalked toward the inn, Goku running ahead, Hakkai trailing behind him.
Dinner was rather uneventful without Gojyo there to antagonize Goku. Sanzo went up to his room early, leaving the gold card with Hakkai. The healer stayed with Goku until the boy had finished his meal, and ushered him upstairs. After insuring Goku was in bed and Hakuryu taken care of, he headed towards Sanzo’s room.
Sanzo was sitting on the bed, a cigarette held loosely in his hand. He glanced up at Hakkai when he walked in, an expectant look on his face, and ground out his cigarette. Hakkai sat down next to him, hovering just on the edge of being in his personal space. When Sanzo didn’t stiffen or shift away like he normally would, he moved closer, placing a hand lightly on the priest’s lower back. Sanzo turned toward him, his eyes narrowed, waiting. Hakkai took the hint and leaned into him, cupping the side of his face. He brushed his lips over Sanzo’s, feeling heat build in his stomach as they parted for him. Hakkai brushed more light kisses along the priest’s jaw and up over high cheekbones. Sanzo’s fingers fisted in the front of the healer’s tunic, pulling him closer. Their lips met again, more aggressively this time; forceful enough to force Sanzo back a little. The priest’s almost inaudible moan vibrated up through his throat, making Hakkai groan and clutch him tighter. Arms moved to wrap around Hakkai’s neck as their tongues tangled together. Sanzo was the one to break the kiss, pulling away with a soft gasp.
Hakkai kept his hands on Sanzo’s waist, stroking lightly up his sides. Sanzo panting, his lips parted, a soft flush adoring high cheekbones, was the most erotic thing Hakkai had ever seen. He didn’t think it was possible for Sanzo to look more beautiful than he did now. Sanzo glanced away, the first outward sign that he was uncomfortable with Hakkai’s close scrutiny.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want,” Hakkai whispered, fully prepared to back off if that was what Sanzo wanted.
Sanzo gave him an annoyed look and Hakkai had no idea what his response would be. The he was jerked forward and Sanzo’s lips connected with his in a deep kiss. If it possible to communicate irritation in a kiss, Sanzo accomplished it.
When they parted, Hakkai chucked softly, “Fair enough.”
Hakkai leaned forward, his hands slipping down to Sanzo’s hips, and nuzzled his face into the priest’s neck. He kissed the pale skin, running his tongue under the high collar, tasting salt and clean skin. Sanzo’s breath quickened, and he tilted his head to the side to allow Hakkai better access. The healer pushed up the tight black shirt and rested his hands on the warm skin of Sanzo’s lower back. He gently messaged the tense muscles, drawing a deep purring moan from the blond. Smiling against the pale throat, Hakkai repeated the action, pressing harder and adding a small application of chi. Sanzo arched against him, crying out in surprised pleasure, and then his body went lax.
“Fuck,” Sanzo breathed, his head lolling on Hakkai’s shoulder.
Hakkai let a smug grin trace across his face. “Chi has other uses,” he murmured back huskily. “Besides healing and attacks.”
A low groan left Sanzo’s throat. “Show me,” he whispered, his deep, rich voice colored with desire.
Those two words went directly to Hakkai’s groin. All semblance of control left him and he kissed Sanzo hard, pressing him down into the bed. He plunged his tongue into the sweet warmth of the priest’s mouth, and Sanzo responded with a sound that mated a growl with a moan, kissing back just as fiercely. Pale fingers fisted in chestnut locks, tight enough to hover just on the edge of pain, spiking Hakkai’s desire further.
Hakkai pulled away from Sanzo’s lips, groaning deeply at the sight that greeted him when he looked as the priest’s face. Shining gold hair spilled out across the pillow, intense violet eyes glazed with lust and glittering against the soft flush of his face. He was beautiful, so stunningly, exquisitely beautiful.
Sanzo let his hands drop back to the bed, panting softly. Hakkai hooked his fingers under the hem of the blonde’s shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it away, not caring where it landed. He dipped his head down and left light nips along the curve of Sanzo’s throat, finding the rapid beat of his pulse and placing a suckling kiss there. He ran a hand up the smooth, finely muscled chest, gathering chi to leave slight tingling warmth in its wake. Sanzo shuddered beneath him, moaning softly.
When his fingers reached one dusky pink nipple, he added a little more, allowing the energy to flow from his skin into Sanzo’s. A loud, ragged cry broke from the priest’s throat and his back arched up off the bed. Pleasure radiated in shocks down his spine and straight to his groin, making him tremble. Hakkai’s tongue laved over the rose colored nub as if to sooth it, while his fingers toyed with the other, using just enough chi to make the flesh tingle.
Sanzo moaned and arched beneath him, completely unable to form anything resembling a coherent thought. The intensity of the pleasure Hakkai was inflicting upon him had reduced him to a trembling, moaning mess, but he didn’t have the sense left to dredge up any pride. He didn’t even know if he wanted to.
The sight of Sanzo, utterly undone, trembling and writhing from pleasure, threatened to break the last of Hakkai’s control. His hand slid down Sanzo’s sweat slick torso, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. An incoherent murmur left Sanzo’s lips as Hakkai pulled off the offending garment, leaving the beautiful blond naked, sweat glistening on his alabaster skin, spread out on the bed.
The healer trailed a hand over the heaving chest and stood up. Sanzo watched Hakkai fish something out of his bag and walk back to the bed, stripping off his clothes as he went. He glared slightly when he realized just what Hakkai had gotten and pushed himself up on his elbows.
Sensing Sanzo’s apprehension, the healer sat down on the bed beside him, stroking one long, pale thigh. The look in heated emerald eyes said that it was Sanzo’s decision how far they went. After a moment, Sanzo nodded his consent and laid back. Hakkai smiled and moved between his legs, running his hands down the blonde’s inner thighs to part them. Sanzo shifted, nervousness and something he refused to acknowledge as fear, stirring in the pit of his stomach. Hakkai’s smile softened and he covered Sanzo’s body with his own, giving him a long, slow kiss to calm him.
“Relax,” Hakkai whispered soothingly. “I would never hurt you. If you want to stop, at any time, we will.”
The calm reassurance in Hakkai’s voice did sooth him and he relaxed, wrapping his arms around the healer’s neck. Hakkai stroked up Sanzo’s sides, adding small applications of chi as he went, trying to relax him further. Sanzo shuddered and moaned, his arms falling limply to the bed.
Hakkai began kissing his way down Sanzo’s torso stopping to swirl his tongue around his navel. Keeping his gaze fixed on deep violet eyes, Hakkai slipped a hand between the blonde’s thighs and gripped his arousal. Sanzo let his head fall back to the pillow and groaned as the healer’s hand worked him in long, slow strokes.
Precum gathered at the tip and Hakkai dipped his head down and ran his tongue over the slit, tasting salt and something that was uniquely Sanzo. The priest let out a small moan and arched his hips into the touch, his legs falling farther apart. Hakkai retrieved the small bottle that rested by Sanzo’s hip with his free had. He took the priest’s erection in his mouth, sucking lightly to distract him and slid one slick finger into Sanzo’s tight heat. His distraction worked. Sanzo barely felt it, only registering a mild discomfort that was easily ignored. That was until Hakkai twisted the finger and stroked something inside him that made his vision flash white. He bucked up with a surprised cry, his hands twisting in the sheets beneath him. Hakkai ran his tongue up the length of Sanzo’s cock and added another finger. A shaky breath escaped the priest’s lips as he threw a forearm over his eyes, completely overcome with pleasure.
Hakkai twisted his fingers inside Sanzo’s body, while placing teasing licks and nips over his erection. He sought out that spot again, but this time he pressed harder and added just a small touch of chi. Something that sounded like a strangled scream left Sanzo, his back forming an almost perfect, arch he collapsed limply back to the bed.
Hakkai hid the slight smirk that graced his lips against the petal soft skin of Sanzo’s inner thigh. He should have known Sanzo would be more sensitive to his chi than most, given the priest’s own spiritual power. He’d have to take that into consideration when he used it on him.
The healer repeated the action, adding another finger and increasing the amount of chi slightly. Sanzo did actually scream this time, but it was muffled by the arm he was currently biting down on.
Or perhaps not.
He left off tormenting Sanzo and continued preparing him, sliding his fingers in and out of the priest’s body, stretching him. The blond writhed against the sheets, his hips rocking with the tempo of Hakkai’s fingers, an almost constant stream of moans and whimpers falling from his parted lips. Every sound that slipped from Sanzo went straight to his groin and Hakkai found it increasing difficult to draw this out.
Deciding he was ready, Hakkai let his fingers slip from Sanzo’s body and the blond moaned at the loss. The healer moved back up and kissed him apologetically, moaning when Sanzo’s tongue slipped into his mouth and caressed against his own. Hakkai pulled back, coating his own erection with the lotion and urging long legs to wrap around his waist.
Sanzo’s arms snaked around his neck and pulled him down to his lips. The brunet pressed the tip of his arousal against Sanzo’s opening and rocked forward. Sanzo threw his head back and cried out as an intense mix of pleasure and pain laced up his spine. Hakkai’s hands pressed into his lower back, the warm tingling sensation of his chi sinking into tense muscles, relaxing them. Sanzo groaned deep in his chest as Hakkai sunk the rest of the way into him, filling him completely. The healer froze, buried deep inside the blonde’s body, the tight heat surrounding him almost too much.
Hakkai ran his tongue along the shell of Sanzo’s ear, moving down to nibble on the lobe. He waited for Sanzo to adjust to him, fighting the urge to just plunge hard into the tightness gripping him. He started making short, gentle thrusts, getting the priest used to the feeling. Sanzo dug fingers into his shoulders, gasping with every thrust. Hakkai picked up his pace, pulling almost completely out before pushing back in. Sanzo moaned and arched his back, rocking his hips into Hakkai’s rhythm. As much as he wanted to draw this out, Hakkai couldn’t stop from moving faster, thrusting harder. Sanzo’s moans turned into soft cries as every thrust nailed his prostate, sending waves of ecstasy through his body.
Hakkai gathered small amounts of chi, sending it into Sanzo’s flesh everywhere their skin touched. A strangled cry left the priest’s throat and blunt nails dug into Hakkai’s back. The healer wrapped a hand around Sanzo’s arousal and stroked it in time with his thrusts. He could no longer control the deep groans that left his throat as pleasure flooded him. Hakkai loved using his chi on Sanzo. The priest’s warm, golden energy mixed with his, connecting them, giving him the shadow of Sanzo’s pleasure on top of his own.
A violent shudder racked Sanzo’s body and he arched up with one final, desperate cry. His orgasm overtook him, blanketing his vision in white and making him deaf to everything but the pounding of his heart. Hakkai’s answering cry followed a few moments later as the sudden tightening of Sanzo’s inner muscles sent him plummeting over the edge. He finished with a few jagged thrusts, pumping his seed into the priest’s shuddering form.
When Hakkai came back to himself, he was sprawled on top of Sanzo, his faced pressed into the priest’s heaving chest. He pushed up on his elbows and looked down at the blond, smiling faintly.
Sanzo narrowed his eyes at him. “What the hell are you smiling about?”
Hakkai’s smile grew wider and he chuckled softly. If Sanzo had to ask that, there was a problem.
Sanzo rolled his eyes and shoved at Hakkai’s shoulder. “Get off me.”
The healer rolled to the side, still chuckling to himself. Sanzo reached over to the table and grabbed his cigarettes. He tapped one out and lit up, pulling the smoke into his lungs with a contented sigh.
Smoke swirled around Sanzo’s face and he watched it rise to the ceiling. Hakkai waited until he’d smoked the cigarette down to the filter and stubbed it out. With a small sigh, the healer got up and began collecting his clothes.
Sanzo sat up and glared. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growled, sounding mildly offended.
Hakkai looked over his shoulder, smiling innocently. “Back to my room?”
He wanted to stay, but he never thought Sanzo would want him to. He was sure he’d pushed his luck too far as it was. But apparently he was mistaken.
“But if you want me to stay…” Hakkai continued.
“Hakkai,” Sanzo muttered, his voice tired. “Just shut the fuck up.”
Smiling softly, Hakkai nodded. He lay down beside the priest, tentatively placing an arm over Sanzo’s waist. When Sanzo didn’t protest the action, he pulled him closer, nuzzling his face into the silky hair at the nape of the blonde’s neck. No more words were spoken and Hakkai drifted off, Sanzo’s quiet breathing lulling him to sleep.
Title: Impulses
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/n: I wrote the bulk of this at Steph's. This fic is for you, love. Because 8x3 is your obsession *smiles*.
The bathroom door opened, letting warm air and the clean scent of soap into the room. Sanzo walked out, a towel wrapped loosely around his narrow waist. Hakkai looked up from his book and immediately wished he hadn’t. The priest was standing in front of the mirrored washstand, running a comb through damp golden locks. Beads of moisture dripped from his hair and traced down the line of his back, ending at the lips of the towel just above the slight swell of his buttocks. Hakkai swallowed the lump in his throat, following their path with his eyes, imaging what it would be like to follow them with his tongue.
He lost himself for a moment in the fantasy. Sanzo’s skin would taste clean and slightly salty. Hakkai would press himself against the priest’s back, reveling in the knowledge that all that separated him from Sanzo’s smooth, alabaster skin was a thin piece of cloth. He imagined the slight shudder that would race down the lithe body as the licked droplets of moisture from the pale neck. Sanzo’s golden hair would smell of vanilla from the shampoo he used if Hakkai pressed his face into the damp strands, and his perfect skin would smell of sandalwood.
Even from his place across the room, Hakkai could almost feel supple flesh and firm muscle as he imagined running a hand over the amazingly erotic curve at the small of Sanzo’s back and the gentle flair of his slim hips. The breath would stutter in the priest’s throat as Hakkai ground himself against Sanzo’s firm, shapely ass. He could almost hear that deep, roughened velvet voice colored with desire and need…
“Hakkai…Hakkai!”
Jarred from his reverie, Hakkai’s head shot up and he swallowed hard. Sanzo was standing in front of him, hands on his hips, looking at him expectantly.
When Hakkai spoke, his voice came out a few octaves higher than normal. “Did you say something, Sanzo?”
Sanzo raised an eyebrow at him and for one heart-stopping moment, Hakkai was sure he knew exactly what he’d been thinking.
“Sorry, this book is very interesting and I guess I just got lost in it,” Hakkai explained hurriedly, wincing internally at the way his voice shook.
Sanzo didn’t look convinced. “You been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes,” he responded incredulously.
A high pitched laugh left the healer’s throat before he could stop it. “Yes, well…”
Sanzo shook his head and turned away in a manner that clearly said he didn’t really care. Hakkai breathed a relieved sigh. Thank the gods Sanzo wasn’t the type to pry. The healer’s eyes were immediately drawn back to the blonde’s lithe, semi-clad form. It was getting very difficult to breath in this room. Sanzo needed to put clothes on. Preferably now.
Oblivious to Hakkai’s internal struggle, Sanzo walked over to where his clothes were laid out on the bed. His hands moved to the knot in the towel at his hip. Hakkai’s eyes quickly returned to his book. It was wrong to betray the trust Sanzo had in him, no matter how much he wished to see what was beneath it.
The rustle of clothing stopped and Hakkai risked a glance at the blond. Sanzo was pulling his tight black shirt over his head, leaving the brunet with a final teasing glimpse of flawless pale skin. Hakkai suppressed the groan that surfaced in his throat. He shifted uncomfortably, the tightness in his pants becoming almost unbearable. It was incredibly disrespectful of him to think of Sanzo in such a way and he thoroughly chastised himself for it. After a few minutes of mentally berating himself, he was able to reign in his labito.
Sanzo strode over to the table and poured two cups of sake from the bottle there. Hakkai practically jumped up from his place on the bed. Alcohol sounded like a wonderful idea. Sanzo refrained from commenting when he downed the first cup like a shot and poured himself another. The priest took a sip from his own cup and put it down, looking like he was toying with the idea of having a cigarette.
Hakkai watched him caress long delicate fingers over the metal surface of his lighter and sighed audibly. It was almost painful being this close to Sanzo but not being able to touch him. Hakkai couldn’t keep the slight longing out of his eyes as he studied his beautiful companion. Sanzo met his gaze evenly, violet eyes narrowed slightly in question.
A sudden urge came over Hakkai and he couldn’t suppress it. He had to know, had to feel, just once, even if it killed him. And with Sanzo, there was a good chance it might. He gripped the priest’s chin lightly and, before Sanzo could react, pressed their lips together. Sanzo went rigid against him, not responding, but not pushing him away either. This was heaven, Hakkai was sure of it. Sanzo’s lips were soft and pliable against his own and he tasted infinitely better than Hakkai had imagined.
Gradually, the shock seemed to wear off and Sanzo relaxed, his lips parting, just enough for Hakkai’s tongue to slip past. He teased it over the blonde’s teeth and tongue and, almost tentatively, Sanzo began to react, pushing back with his tongue and slanting their mouths together.
After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, Hakkai had to pull away, to breathe. Sanzo’s fingers were fisted in the front of his shirt and he had no idea when they’d gotten there. The priest was panting slightly and his normally sharp violet eyes had a glazed look to them.
Abruptly, he seemed to return to himself and he pushed Hakkai away, clearly flustered.
“What the hell was that, Hakkai?” Sanzo asked sharply.
Hakkai slumped down into a chair because his legs had ceased to be able to hold him upright anymore. “I’m sorry, Sanzo,” he whispered. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“You kissed me,” Sanzo stated, as if unsure of what just happened.
“I know. I just…” Hakkai trailed off, not really knowing how to explain himself.
“Why did you kiss me?” Sanzo asked, an almost imperceptible bit of uncertainty creeping into his tone.
Hakkai looked up into Sanzo’s eyes and knew he had to tell him. But how could he tell someone he care about and respected that he’d been lusting after him for months? He had to find away; he owed Sanzo that much after what he’d just done.
“Because I’ve wanted to do that for months,” he answered. “Because I find you unbelievably beautiful and it’s been agony not being able to tell you.”
Sanzo gave him a narrow-eyed look and grabbed his robe off the bed. He pulled it around himself in jerky, almost defensive, motions and stalked across the room, snagging his cigarettes off the table as he passed.
“Sanzo, where are you going?” Hakkai asked, standing up.
Sanzo paused at the door. “I…” he faltered, his voice so soft Hakkai had to strain to hear. “I have to think.”
With that, he strode out of the room, the door shutting with a definite click behind him. Hakkai slumped back into his chair with a defeated sigh.
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Sanzo ground out his fifth cigarette and lit another, pacing the inn’s porch, trying to sort out what the fuck had just happened.
Hakkai had kissed him. Kissed him! And he had no fucking clue how to deal with it. And even worse, Sanzo had enjoyed it. Enjoyed it a lot more than he’d let on to Hakkai. Just recalling the feel of Hakkai’s tongue in his mouth made him shiver, made him wonder what else he could do with that tongue.
Growling faintly to himself, Sanzo raked a hand back through his hair. What the hell was Hakkai thinking, bring all this up now? Like he didn’t have enough shit to deal with.
But the more Sanzo thought about it, the more it seemed like it might not be such a bad idea. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to Hakkai. He’d always felt a connection to the man that he didn’t have with the others. The farther they went on this journey, the more he’d come to enjoy, and even rely on, the healer’s company. Hakkai was one of the only two people he’d ever known whose presence he could stand for extended periods of time. The green-eyed man’s gentle, calming presence had become vital to him somewhere along the way. Sanzo knew he would have gone crazy long before now if it weren’t for Hakkai.
The kiss had felt good, right, and as hard as he tried, Sanzo couldn’t find a reason to refuse him. He trusted Hakkai with his life, and the healer had come through for him more times than he could count. In a way, he owed Hakkai this. And Sanzo always repaid his debts.
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The room was dark and silent when he returned. Hakkai had already gone to bed. Unconsciously, Sanzo breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to deal with this right now. Maybe Hakkai would just drop it. Sanzo knew he would if asked, but part of the priest really didn’t want him to.
He studied Hakkai’s still form, trailing his eyes over the clean, gentle lines of the healer’s face, the long curve of his neck. Hakkai really was beautiful. Maybe not stunningly so like people claimed Sanzo was, but in a subtle, understated way that appealed to him. Physical beauty meant very little to the priest. It was Hakkai’s personality he found himself drawn to, his calm and reasonable nature, and even his infuriating politeness. Hakkai was almost frighteningly intelligent, strong and capable, traits that Sanzo found admirable.
Hakkai shifted in his sleep, one delicate hand curling by his head. But those hands were only delicate in appearance. Sanzo’s breath quickened minutely as he recalled the underlying strength in the hand that gripped his chin and pulled him closer. Hakkai might look slight and weak but Sanzo knew if the healer decided to turn on him, he didn’t stand a chance. And if there was one thing Sanzo respected, it was strength.
With a slight shake of his head, Sanzo laid on the other bed, Hakkai’s soft breathing lulling him to sleep.
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At least Sanzo wasn’t avoiding him. That would have been embarrassing and very painful. But the way Sanzo was acting as if nothing happened was beginning to worry him. Hakkai couldn’t let this chance slip through his fingers. He would make Sanzo give him an answer. If the priest asked him to back off he would, but he needed to know.
They left early in the morning. Sanzo wanted to get as much road behind them as possible before the sun set. The next town was only a day’s ride away and Hakkai was eager to get there so he and Sanzo could talk alone.
The atmosphere in Jeep hadn’t changed, a fact Hakkai was very grateful for. Sanzo was silent as always, speaking up only when Goku and Gojyo’s fight got too loud, but there was no increased tension in him that would indicate discomfort. But Sanzo had always been good at hiding his feelings, so it was difficult to tell.
Hakkai stole glances at the priest as he drove, trying to figure out what he was thinking. He hadn’t imagined the kiss. After the initial shock, Sanzo had pulled him closer, kissed him back. He hadn’t imagined that.
Sanzo shot him a mild glare when he caught him staring. Hakkai simply met the look with a slight smile. Frowning at that, Sanzo turned away, fixing his eyes on the passing landscape. The healer sighed softly and drove on in silence.
A joyful cry from Goku signaled the appearance of a town. It was made up of low wooden buildings, that marketplace still bustling and clearly visible from the road. Goku’s loud exclamation about food was met with a snarled “Shut up or I’ll kill you,” from Sanzo that quieted him down rather quickly.
“Sanzo?” Hakkai asked, glancing at the priest.
Sanzo looked at the darkening sky for a moment. “We’ll stop,” he muttered. “I need cigarettes.”
They found an inn that looked halfway decent off the main road. Goku jumped down from Jeep, chattering excitedly.
“Food!” he cried joyously. “I’m starving!”
Gojyo stuck a leg out as the boy ran by, causing him to land flat on his face. “Damn monkey, could you get any more annoying?”
Goku jumped up, rounding on Gojyo angrily. “That’s it, water sprite. I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Try it, monkey brains,” Gojyo responded with a nonchalant smirk.
The impending argument was cut off with a well placed bullet from Sanzo’s gun. “Both of you shut up,” he snarled. “You’re drawing attention to us, you idiots.”
Gojyo gave him a mocking bow. “So sorry, Master Sanzo,” he answered, his tone condescending. “Your humble servant begs your forgiveness.”
Sanzo glared venomously at him. “Fuck you, Gojyo.”
With a light laugh he knew would piss Sanzo off, the redhead strolled down the street. “Anytime, Beautiful,” he called. “But until then, I’m going to find some more agreeable company.”
“We’re leaving first thing in the morning,” Sanzo growled after him. “You’re not here, your ass gets left behind.”
“Don’t worry, mom,” Gojyo responded, waving over his shoulder at the priest. “I’ll be back by curfew.”
“Don’t make me kill you,” Sanzo shouted, firing a shot, into the ground, but it was enough to make Gojyo jump.
Satisfied he had made his point, Sanzo stalked toward the inn, Goku running ahead, Hakkai trailing behind him.
Dinner was rather uneventful without Gojyo there to antagonize Goku. Sanzo went up to his room early, leaving the gold card with Hakkai. The healer stayed with Goku until the boy had finished his meal, and ushered him upstairs. After insuring Goku was in bed and Hakuryu taken care of, he headed towards Sanzo’s room.
Sanzo was sitting on the bed, a cigarette held loosely in his hand. He glanced up at Hakkai when he walked in, an expectant look on his face, and ground out his cigarette. Hakkai sat down next to him, hovering just on the edge of being in his personal space. When Sanzo didn’t stiffen or shift away like he normally would, he moved closer, placing a hand lightly on the priest’s lower back. Sanzo turned toward him, his eyes narrowed, waiting. Hakkai took the hint and leaned into him, cupping the side of his face. He brushed his lips over Sanzo’s, feeling heat build in his stomach as they parted for him. Hakkai brushed more light kisses along the priest’s jaw and up over high cheekbones. Sanzo’s fingers fisted in the front of the healer’s tunic, pulling him closer. Their lips met again, more aggressively this time; forceful enough to force Sanzo back a little. The priest’s almost inaudible moan vibrated up through his throat, making Hakkai groan and clutch him tighter. Arms moved to wrap around Hakkai’s neck as their tongues tangled together. Sanzo was the one to break the kiss, pulling away with a soft gasp.
Hakkai kept his hands on Sanzo’s waist, stroking lightly up his sides. Sanzo panting, his lips parted, a soft flush adoring high cheekbones, was the most erotic thing Hakkai had ever seen. He didn’t think it was possible for Sanzo to look more beautiful than he did now. Sanzo glanced away, the first outward sign that he was uncomfortable with Hakkai’s close scrutiny.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want,” Hakkai whispered, fully prepared to back off if that was what Sanzo wanted.
Sanzo gave him an annoyed look and Hakkai had no idea what his response would be. The he was jerked forward and Sanzo’s lips connected with his in a deep kiss. If it possible to communicate irritation in a kiss, Sanzo accomplished it.
When they parted, Hakkai chucked softly, “Fair enough.”
Hakkai leaned forward, his hands slipping down to Sanzo’s hips, and nuzzled his face into the priest’s neck. He kissed the pale skin, running his tongue under the high collar, tasting salt and clean skin. Sanzo’s breath quickened, and he tilted his head to the side to allow Hakkai better access. The healer pushed up the tight black shirt and rested his hands on the warm skin of Sanzo’s lower back. He gently messaged the tense muscles, drawing a deep purring moan from the blond. Smiling against the pale throat, Hakkai repeated the action, pressing harder and adding a small application of chi. Sanzo arched against him, crying out in surprised pleasure, and then his body went lax.
“Fuck,” Sanzo breathed, his head lolling on Hakkai’s shoulder.
Hakkai let a smug grin trace across his face. “Chi has other uses,” he murmured back huskily. “Besides healing and attacks.”
A low groan left Sanzo’s throat. “Show me,” he whispered, his deep, rich voice colored with desire.
Those two words went directly to Hakkai’s groin. All semblance of control left him and he kissed Sanzo hard, pressing him down into the bed. He plunged his tongue into the sweet warmth of the priest’s mouth, and Sanzo responded with a sound that mated a growl with a moan, kissing back just as fiercely. Pale fingers fisted in chestnut locks, tight enough to hover just on the edge of pain, spiking Hakkai’s desire further.
Hakkai pulled away from Sanzo’s lips, groaning deeply at the sight that greeted him when he looked as the priest’s face. Shining gold hair spilled out across the pillow, intense violet eyes glazed with lust and glittering against the soft flush of his face. He was beautiful, so stunningly, exquisitely beautiful.
Sanzo let his hands drop back to the bed, panting softly. Hakkai hooked his fingers under the hem of the blonde’s shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it away, not caring where it landed. He dipped his head down and left light nips along the curve of Sanzo’s throat, finding the rapid beat of his pulse and placing a suckling kiss there. He ran a hand up the smooth, finely muscled chest, gathering chi to leave slight tingling warmth in its wake. Sanzo shuddered beneath him, moaning softly.
When his fingers reached one dusky pink nipple, he added a little more, allowing the energy to flow from his skin into Sanzo’s. A loud, ragged cry broke from the priest’s throat and his back arched up off the bed. Pleasure radiated in shocks down his spine and straight to his groin, making him tremble. Hakkai’s tongue laved over the rose colored nub as if to sooth it, while his fingers toyed with the other, using just enough chi to make the flesh tingle.
Sanzo moaned and arched beneath him, completely unable to form anything resembling a coherent thought. The intensity of the pleasure Hakkai was inflicting upon him had reduced him to a trembling, moaning mess, but he didn’t have the sense left to dredge up any pride. He didn’t even know if he wanted to.
The sight of Sanzo, utterly undone, trembling and writhing from pleasure, threatened to break the last of Hakkai’s control. His hand slid down Sanzo’s sweat slick torso, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. An incoherent murmur left Sanzo’s lips as Hakkai pulled off the offending garment, leaving the beautiful blond naked, sweat glistening on his alabaster skin, spread out on the bed.
The healer trailed a hand over the heaving chest and stood up. Sanzo watched Hakkai fish something out of his bag and walk back to the bed, stripping off his clothes as he went. He glared slightly when he realized just what Hakkai had gotten and pushed himself up on his elbows.
Sensing Sanzo’s apprehension, the healer sat down on the bed beside him, stroking one long, pale thigh. The look in heated emerald eyes said that it was Sanzo’s decision how far they went. After a moment, Sanzo nodded his consent and laid back. Hakkai smiled and moved between his legs, running his hands down the blonde’s inner thighs to part them. Sanzo shifted, nervousness and something he refused to acknowledge as fear, stirring in the pit of his stomach. Hakkai’s smile softened and he covered Sanzo’s body with his own, giving him a long, slow kiss to calm him.
“Relax,” Hakkai whispered soothingly. “I would never hurt you. If you want to stop, at any time, we will.”
The calm reassurance in Hakkai’s voice did sooth him and he relaxed, wrapping his arms around the healer’s neck. Hakkai stroked up Sanzo’s sides, adding small applications of chi as he went, trying to relax him further. Sanzo shuddered and moaned, his arms falling limply to the bed.
Hakkai began kissing his way down Sanzo’s torso stopping to swirl his tongue around his navel. Keeping his gaze fixed on deep violet eyes, Hakkai slipped a hand between the blonde’s thighs and gripped his arousal. Sanzo let his head fall back to the pillow and groaned as the healer’s hand worked him in long, slow strokes.
Precum gathered at the tip and Hakkai dipped his head down and ran his tongue over the slit, tasting salt and something that was uniquely Sanzo. The priest let out a small moan and arched his hips into the touch, his legs falling farther apart. Hakkai retrieved the small bottle that rested by Sanzo’s hip with his free had. He took the priest’s erection in his mouth, sucking lightly to distract him and slid one slick finger into Sanzo’s tight heat. His distraction worked. Sanzo barely felt it, only registering a mild discomfort that was easily ignored. That was until Hakkai twisted the finger and stroked something inside him that made his vision flash white. He bucked up with a surprised cry, his hands twisting in the sheets beneath him. Hakkai ran his tongue up the length of Sanzo’s cock and added another finger. A shaky breath escaped the priest’s lips as he threw a forearm over his eyes, completely overcome with pleasure.
Hakkai twisted his fingers inside Sanzo’s body, while placing teasing licks and nips over his erection. He sought out that spot again, but this time he pressed harder and added just a small touch of chi. Something that sounded like a strangled scream left Sanzo, his back forming an almost perfect, arch he collapsed limply back to the bed.
Hakkai hid the slight smirk that graced his lips against the petal soft skin of Sanzo’s inner thigh. He should have known Sanzo would be more sensitive to his chi than most, given the priest’s own spiritual power. He’d have to take that into consideration when he used it on him.
The healer repeated the action, adding another finger and increasing the amount of chi slightly. Sanzo did actually scream this time, but it was muffled by the arm he was currently biting down on.
Or perhaps not.
He left off tormenting Sanzo and continued preparing him, sliding his fingers in and out of the priest’s body, stretching him. The blond writhed against the sheets, his hips rocking with the tempo of Hakkai’s fingers, an almost constant stream of moans and whimpers falling from his parted lips. Every sound that slipped from Sanzo went straight to his groin and Hakkai found it increasing difficult to draw this out.
Deciding he was ready, Hakkai let his fingers slip from Sanzo’s body and the blond moaned at the loss. The healer moved back up and kissed him apologetically, moaning when Sanzo’s tongue slipped into his mouth and caressed against his own. Hakkai pulled back, coating his own erection with the lotion and urging long legs to wrap around his waist.
Sanzo’s arms snaked around his neck and pulled him down to his lips. The brunet pressed the tip of his arousal against Sanzo’s opening and rocked forward. Sanzo threw his head back and cried out as an intense mix of pleasure and pain laced up his spine. Hakkai’s hands pressed into his lower back, the warm tingling sensation of his chi sinking into tense muscles, relaxing them. Sanzo groaned deep in his chest as Hakkai sunk the rest of the way into him, filling him completely. The healer froze, buried deep inside the blonde’s body, the tight heat surrounding him almost too much.
Hakkai ran his tongue along the shell of Sanzo’s ear, moving down to nibble on the lobe. He waited for Sanzo to adjust to him, fighting the urge to just plunge hard into the tightness gripping him. He started making short, gentle thrusts, getting the priest used to the feeling. Sanzo dug fingers into his shoulders, gasping with every thrust. Hakkai picked up his pace, pulling almost completely out before pushing back in. Sanzo moaned and arched his back, rocking his hips into Hakkai’s rhythm. As much as he wanted to draw this out, Hakkai couldn’t stop from moving faster, thrusting harder. Sanzo’s moans turned into soft cries as every thrust nailed his prostate, sending waves of ecstasy through his body.
Hakkai gathered small amounts of chi, sending it into Sanzo’s flesh everywhere their skin touched. A strangled cry left the priest’s throat and blunt nails dug into Hakkai’s back. The healer wrapped a hand around Sanzo’s arousal and stroked it in time with his thrusts. He could no longer control the deep groans that left his throat as pleasure flooded him. Hakkai loved using his chi on Sanzo. The priest’s warm, golden energy mixed with his, connecting them, giving him the shadow of Sanzo’s pleasure on top of his own.
A violent shudder racked Sanzo’s body and he arched up with one final, desperate cry. His orgasm overtook him, blanketing his vision in white and making him deaf to everything but the pounding of his heart. Hakkai’s answering cry followed a few moments later as the sudden tightening of Sanzo’s inner muscles sent him plummeting over the edge. He finished with a few jagged thrusts, pumping his seed into the priest’s shuddering form.
When Hakkai came back to himself, he was sprawled on top of Sanzo, his faced pressed into the priest’s heaving chest. He pushed up on his elbows and looked down at the blond, smiling faintly.
Sanzo narrowed his eyes at him. “What the hell are you smiling about?”
Hakkai’s smile grew wider and he chuckled softly. If Sanzo had to ask that, there was a problem.
Sanzo rolled his eyes and shoved at Hakkai’s shoulder. “Get off me.”
The healer rolled to the side, still chuckling to himself. Sanzo reached over to the table and grabbed his cigarettes. He tapped one out and lit up, pulling the smoke into his lungs with a contented sigh.
Smoke swirled around Sanzo’s face and he watched it rise to the ceiling. Hakkai waited until he’d smoked the cigarette down to the filter and stubbed it out. With a small sigh, the healer got up and began collecting his clothes.
Sanzo sat up and glared. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growled, sounding mildly offended.
Hakkai looked over his shoulder, smiling innocently. “Back to my room?”
He wanted to stay, but he never thought Sanzo would want him to. He was sure he’d pushed his luck too far as it was. But apparently he was mistaken.
“But if you want me to stay…” Hakkai continued.
“Hakkai,” Sanzo muttered, his voice tired. “Just shut the fuck up.”
Smiling softly, Hakkai nodded. He lay down beside the priest, tentatively placing an arm over Sanzo’s waist. When Sanzo didn’t protest the action, he pulled him closer, nuzzling his face into the silky hair at the nape of the blonde’s neck. No more words were spoken and Hakkai drifted off, Sanzo’s quiet breathing lulling him to sleep.