Guarded Cooperation (Don't Make Me Come Over There Remix) [Saiyuki: Cho Hakkai and Genjo Sanzo - R]
Title: Guarded Cooperation (Don't Make Me Come Over There Remix)
Author: dusk_eyed
Summary: Hakkai's acting strangely and Sanzo's dubious about the whole affair.
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Hakkai and Sanzo
Rating: R for language and implied sex.
Disclaimer: So not mine, all belongs to Minekura.
Original Story: The Grooming Incident by xsmoonshine aka Queasy
Author's Note: I'd like to thank inksheddings for hand holding and last minute help to get my story beta'd and posted. I was without a computer for a large portion of the remix time, so I definitely needed the help.
Guarded Cooperation (Don't Make Me Come Over There)
Sanzo eyed Hakkai warily as the ever-smiling chief cook plus dish washer closed the door with a quiet click and leaned back against it. This alone struck Sanzo as ominous.
Inside his own head, Sanzo was forced to admit that Hakkai's performance over the last few hours had been nothing short of masterful. One by one, Hakkai had inspected the other members of the ikkou. Goku's hair had been firmly ruffled until the monkey complained he was being prevented from eating the meat bun that Hakkai had thrust into his hand. Hakkai had then swiped Gojyo's bandana. Gojyo had at least possessed wit enough not to complain over the temporary theft. He'd shrugged a shoulder and eyed Hakkai through a swirl of cigarette smoke until Hakkai smilingly - if enigmatically - had returned his property.
Hakuryu had suffered the most from Hakkai's curious behavior. The sounds from the bathroom of squawking and kyuing and splashing and low-voiced lecturing had kept Goku and Gojyo, at least, on pins and needles. If Hakuryu could have spit, he would have done it when he was finally allowed to leave the bathroom to perch, still-dripping, on top of a low shelf.
Sanzo, grinding his teeth behind his impassive expression, had allowed Hakkai to appropriate the gold card and hand it to a grinning kappa.
"Take Goku out for dinner, then you can go to the carnival without us. Please keep an eye on Goku. Jeep, do you want to go with them?" Hakkai had smiled serenely at Gojyo, all the while firmly encouraging Gojyo and Goku to depart the room. Hakuryu had made it plain that he needed no encouragement after the insult and trauma of the bath.
Now the three of them were somewhere on the other side of the door and Sanzo was here. Locked in with Hakkai. Sanzo didn't budge from his indolent perch on the window sill, and took another drag off his cigarette. He'd found there was no point in wasting breath when dealing with Hakkai, nor was there much to be gained in moving before he had to. "Why did you send them all out?" he drawled, the very picture of unconcern as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"I thought you'd want some privacy for this," Hakkai said mildly.
Sanzo lifted his brows, clearly indicating he had no idea what Hakkai was talking about. He waited, narrowing his eyes and watching Hakkai closely because it is a rare fool who knows Hakkai and crosses him nonetheless. Sanzo was many things but he was not a fool.
"Sanzo," Hakkai began in what Sanzo recognized as his coaxing - or worse - his soothing tone of voice. Sanzo twisted his lips in distaste.
Hakkai held up an unlabeled bottle procured from the innkeeper, along with a fine-toothed comb. "The sooner we get this over with, the better," he said as he began to advance on Sanzo's position.
Sanzo glowered. "I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered. His skin twitched a little but it was beneath his dignity to utter a complaint regarding personal discomfort.
Hakkai's good eye flashed and his smile changed slightly. The effect was plainly doubtful, not to mention more than a little disquieting to Sanzo.
Shifting slightly to retrieve the paper fan from his sleeve, Sanzo flicked it back and forth as if he was too warm. He positively was not threatening to defend himself with it, of course.
"You'll be much more comfortable afterwards," Hakkai murmured, his voice taking on a slight sing-song tone.
Sanzo hated it when Hakkai did that. He flicked the fan a little harder out of pure irritation.
Hakkai stopped and inflicted a quizzical look on Sanzo who grumbled to himself that those green eyes could draw blood all by themselves. In his opinion this was taking unfair advantage.
"Don't look at me like that," Sanzo hissed, uncomfortably aware that he sounded more than a bit petulant. Not bad-tempered or cranky but even...sort of pouty. His fingers lifted, almost reaching for the top of his head before he remembered and forced the disobedient buggers back to his side.
Hakkai shifted. "I don't want to hurt you, Sanzo," he said pleasantly. Light refracted off of his monocle in a way that was both a little disturbing and rather mesmerising.
Sanzo stalled, wishing fervently that he dared take his eyes off Hakkai long enough to fetch a fresh cigarette from the pack a few feet away. With Hakkai giving him that stare, he'd never make it that far.
"I suppose if I say I'll scream or that I'll use the scripture, you'll ignore me," Sanzo said after another moment. As protests went, it wasn't his best, but he was not stupid enough to seriously draw his gun on Hakkai.
Instead of answering, Hakkai started stripping off his sash in quick and graceful motions. "Do you need help?" he asked, flicking open the buttons on his tunic.
Infuriatingly, he acted as though Sanzo hadn't even spoken.
"With what?" Even as he growled the question, Sanzo knew somewhere down in his heart of hearts what the answer would be.
In answer, Sanzo got a towel in the chest followed by the bottle of oil plunked in his hand. He sniffed it, and grimaced at the sharp smell of it. Glaring at Hakkai, Sanzo waited.
"You need to apply it generously," Hakkai informed him ever so pleasantly. "Wet your hair with hot water - as hot as you can stand - then rub the oil in. Cover with a towel and leave it for fifteen or twenty minutes. Then come and sit with me. Don't wash it out. I'll help you with that afterwards."
Sanzo glowered. "Why?"
Hakkai's faint smile thinned and his whole face seemed to go flat with distaste. "We picked up head lice at the last inn. I was able to destroy mine and now I want to get rid of them on you before Goku and Gojyo get infected too. Now, go!"
Prudently, if with a great show of unwillingness, Sanzo obeyed. The least said about the matter, the better as far as he was concerned. Plus, there was a gleam in Hakkai's eyes he thought he recognized that suggested a number of pleasant possibilities that might follow compliance.
~~~~~
Some time later, Sanzo shifted on the somewhat narrow bed and lifted heavy eyelids to watch the smoke from his cigarette curl upwards towards the dark ceiling. "I still don't understand why you couldn't just fry them with your chi like you do to all our enemies," he muttered, though he sounded disgustingly mellow even to his own ears.
"Because," Hakkai replied, lips close enough to Sanzo's ear that his warm breath caused pleasant shivers to trickle down Sanzo's spine. "I didn't want to take your head off by mistake." His long fingers carded through Sanzo's freshly washed and completely louse free locks, massaging Sanzo's head gently.
Hakkai always knew exactly how to touch him, Sanzo thought, humming thoughtfully. He closed his eyes and allowed the skillful fingers to work their magic on his scalp. Despite Hakkai's denials, Sanzo felt sure that he was using at least a little healing energy to make the lazy massage feel so damned good. Either way, he didn't care as long as Hakkai didn't stop.
"You realize," he said reluctantly into the silence as his cock began to show renewed interest in the proceedings, "that the others will be back in a while."
Hakkai only bit gently at the curve of his shoulder. "The door is locked and they still have the card."
A hand squeezed firmly around Sanzo's cock and he found himself drifting toward a much more relaxed temperament. "If they catch us, it's your fault," he managed.
"They won't," Hakkai insisted in such a way that Sanzo felt less and less like arguing.
"I won't be held ...nnngh, responsible if some other idiotic agent tries to hire me as a...oh, fuck...shampoo model," Sanzo groaned, tipping his head back against Hakkai's shoulder.
"Let me worry about that," Hakkai suggested sweetly. He barely sounded out of breath and used his other hand to tug firmly against Sanzo's glossy golden locks.
Sanzo decided that was an excellent idea.
Author: dusk_eyed
Summary: Hakkai's acting strangely and Sanzo's dubious about the whole affair.
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Hakkai and Sanzo
Rating: R for language and implied sex.
Disclaimer: So not mine, all belongs to Minekura.
Original Story: The Grooming Incident by xsmoonshine aka Queasy
Author's Note: I'd like to thank inksheddings for hand holding and last minute help to get my story beta'd and posted. I was without a computer for a large portion of the remix time, so I definitely needed the help.
Guarded Cooperation (Don't Make Me Come Over There)
Sanzo eyed Hakkai warily as the ever-smiling chief cook plus dish washer closed the door with a quiet click and leaned back against it. This alone struck Sanzo as ominous.
Inside his own head, Sanzo was forced to admit that Hakkai's performance over the last few hours had been nothing short of masterful. One by one, Hakkai had inspected the other members of the ikkou. Goku's hair had been firmly ruffled until the monkey complained he was being prevented from eating the meat bun that Hakkai had thrust into his hand. Hakkai had then swiped Gojyo's bandana. Gojyo had at least possessed wit enough not to complain over the temporary theft. He'd shrugged a shoulder and eyed Hakkai through a swirl of cigarette smoke until Hakkai smilingly - if enigmatically - had returned his property.
Hakuryu had suffered the most from Hakkai's curious behavior. The sounds from the bathroom of squawking and kyuing and splashing and low-voiced lecturing had kept Goku and Gojyo, at least, on pins and needles. If Hakuryu could have spit, he would have done it when he was finally allowed to leave the bathroom to perch, still-dripping, on top of a low shelf.
Sanzo, grinding his teeth behind his impassive expression, had allowed Hakkai to appropriate the gold card and hand it to a grinning kappa.
"Take Goku out for dinner, then you can go to the carnival without us. Please keep an eye on Goku. Jeep, do you want to go with them?" Hakkai had smiled serenely at Gojyo, all the while firmly encouraging Gojyo and Goku to depart the room. Hakuryu had made it plain that he needed no encouragement after the insult and trauma of the bath.
Now the three of them were somewhere on the other side of the door and Sanzo was here. Locked in with Hakkai. Sanzo didn't budge from his indolent perch on the window sill, and took another drag off his cigarette. He'd found there was no point in wasting breath when dealing with Hakkai, nor was there much to be gained in moving before he had to. "Why did you send them all out?" he drawled, the very picture of unconcern as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"I thought you'd want some privacy for this," Hakkai said mildly.
Sanzo lifted his brows, clearly indicating he had no idea what Hakkai was talking about. He waited, narrowing his eyes and watching Hakkai closely because it is a rare fool who knows Hakkai and crosses him nonetheless. Sanzo was many things but he was not a fool.
"Sanzo," Hakkai began in what Sanzo recognized as his coaxing - or worse - his soothing tone of voice. Sanzo twisted his lips in distaste.
Hakkai held up an unlabeled bottle procured from the innkeeper, along with a fine-toothed comb. "The sooner we get this over with, the better," he said as he began to advance on Sanzo's position.
Sanzo glowered. "I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered. His skin twitched a little but it was beneath his dignity to utter a complaint regarding personal discomfort.
Hakkai's good eye flashed and his smile changed slightly. The effect was plainly doubtful, not to mention more than a little disquieting to Sanzo.
Shifting slightly to retrieve the paper fan from his sleeve, Sanzo flicked it back and forth as if he was too warm. He positively was not threatening to defend himself with it, of course.
"You'll be much more comfortable afterwards," Hakkai murmured, his voice taking on a slight sing-song tone.
Sanzo hated it when Hakkai did that. He flicked the fan a little harder out of pure irritation.
Hakkai stopped and inflicted a quizzical look on Sanzo who grumbled to himself that those green eyes could draw blood all by themselves. In his opinion this was taking unfair advantage.
"Don't look at me like that," Sanzo hissed, uncomfortably aware that he sounded more than a bit petulant. Not bad-tempered or cranky but even...sort of pouty. His fingers lifted, almost reaching for the top of his head before he remembered and forced the disobedient buggers back to his side.
Hakkai shifted. "I don't want to hurt you, Sanzo," he said pleasantly. Light refracted off of his monocle in a way that was both a little disturbing and rather mesmerising.
Sanzo stalled, wishing fervently that he dared take his eyes off Hakkai long enough to fetch a fresh cigarette from the pack a few feet away. With Hakkai giving him that stare, he'd never make it that far.
"I suppose if I say I'll scream or that I'll use the scripture, you'll ignore me," Sanzo said after another moment. As protests went, it wasn't his best, but he was not stupid enough to seriously draw his gun on Hakkai.
Instead of answering, Hakkai started stripping off his sash in quick and graceful motions. "Do you need help?" he asked, flicking open the buttons on his tunic.
Infuriatingly, he acted as though Sanzo hadn't even spoken.
"With what?" Even as he growled the question, Sanzo knew somewhere down in his heart of hearts what the answer would be.
In answer, Sanzo got a towel in the chest followed by the bottle of oil plunked in his hand. He sniffed it, and grimaced at the sharp smell of it. Glaring at Hakkai, Sanzo waited.
"You need to apply it generously," Hakkai informed him ever so pleasantly. "Wet your hair with hot water - as hot as you can stand - then rub the oil in. Cover with a towel and leave it for fifteen or twenty minutes. Then come and sit with me. Don't wash it out. I'll help you with that afterwards."
Sanzo glowered. "Why?"
Hakkai's faint smile thinned and his whole face seemed to go flat with distaste. "We picked up head lice at the last inn. I was able to destroy mine and now I want to get rid of them on you before Goku and Gojyo get infected too. Now, go!"
Prudently, if with a great show of unwillingness, Sanzo obeyed. The least said about the matter, the better as far as he was concerned. Plus, there was a gleam in Hakkai's eyes he thought he recognized that suggested a number of pleasant possibilities that might follow compliance.
~~~~~
Some time later, Sanzo shifted on the somewhat narrow bed and lifted heavy eyelids to watch the smoke from his cigarette curl upwards towards the dark ceiling. "I still don't understand why you couldn't just fry them with your chi like you do to all our enemies," he muttered, though he sounded disgustingly mellow even to his own ears.
"Because," Hakkai replied, lips close enough to Sanzo's ear that his warm breath caused pleasant shivers to trickle down Sanzo's spine. "I didn't want to take your head off by mistake." His long fingers carded through Sanzo's freshly washed and completely louse free locks, massaging Sanzo's head gently.
Hakkai always knew exactly how to touch him, Sanzo thought, humming thoughtfully. He closed his eyes and allowed the skillful fingers to work their magic on his scalp. Despite Hakkai's denials, Sanzo felt sure that he was using at least a little healing energy to make the lazy massage feel so damned good. Either way, he didn't care as long as Hakkai didn't stop.
"You realize," he said reluctantly into the silence as his cock began to show renewed interest in the proceedings, "that the others will be back in a while."
Hakkai only bit gently at the curve of his shoulder. "The door is locked and they still have the card."
A hand squeezed firmly around Sanzo's cock and he found himself drifting toward a much more relaxed temperament. "If they catch us, it's your fault," he managed.
"They won't," Hakkai insisted in such a way that Sanzo felt less and less like arguing.
"I won't be held ...nnngh, responsible if some other idiotic agent tries to hire me as a...oh, fuck...shampoo model," Sanzo groaned, tipping his head back against Hakkai's shoulder.
"Let me worry about that," Hakkai suggested sweetly. He barely sounded out of breath and used his other hand to tug firmly against Sanzo's glossy golden locks.
Sanzo decided that was an excellent idea.