kinkfest | Saiyuki (Hakkai/Sanzo)

Title: Sage Advice
Author: K M B
Word Count: 6:30am
Rating: PG13.
Warnings: none.
Summary: Sanzo doesn't really do anything for Hakkai...
Prompt/Author’s Note: - Hakkai/Sanzo: Following orders - After Hakkai's re-named, before he goes back to live with Gojyo- I’m not totally happy with how this turned out, but I hope it suffices! Also, much thanks go to my wife,

deadcjunkie for her help on this, cause otherwise I would have been dead lost. Smooches!

Hakkai folded the last of his new clothing and glanced up at his reflection in the mirror. The new eye was going to take some getting used to. Plus, the monocle kept trying to slip off. He would have to find a way around that if he wanted to resume a normal life.

Breaking through his musings was the sound of the door opening. Turning, Hakkai’s face broke out into a small, yet warm smile. “Sanzo. Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for? It wasn’t my decision to spare you in the end.” The words were spoken bluntly, yet not harshly, slightly muffled and wooden in that lock-jawed way all smokers eventually learned. The thin ghost-line of smoke that wafted from the priest’s face accentuated his pretty, almost gaunt features.

“Perhaps I wasn’t thanking you for that,” Hakkai answered cryptically, closing the travel bag that now carried all of his worldly possessions.

Sanzo was silent for a moment before he shook his head, eyeing the bag and choosing to ignore the comment. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I don’t know.” It took Hakkai a moment to answer, because he debated on whether or not to give the priest the total truth. “…Perhaps back to Gojyo’s.” I have nowhere else to go. “For a visit.”

Sanzo moved further into the room without seeming to walk, and Hakkai’s steady gaze landed on him. He had no problem seeing the hard, blank stare on Sanzo’s face that Hakkai was beginning to learn meant he was concerned over something. “You have no money.”

“I am aware.”

“No place to call home anymore.”

Hakkai’s gaze left Sanzo’s, only for a moment. “Yes.”

“A new name; a new identity.”

“Yes.”

Sanzo’s gaze, if anything, only hardened. “Then you’ll need this.”

A small black case Hakkai just realized Sanzo was holding was pushed—well, more or less shoved—at him. Hakkai opened it, curious, and bent to pick what fell out onto the bed. It was a passport. With his new name on it: Cho Hakkai. The case, sleek and zippered, also contained his new license and an ID card, all with his new name and fabricated information on it. He held the ID card up to the light and stared at his own visage. “It’s all authentic enough, it’ll get you through any customs and no one will blink twice at it,” Sanzo supplied in a fit of helpfulness, then scowled, as if he was mentally admonishing himself over it.

“Thank you,” Hakkai said, sincerely.

Sanzo remained frowning “Again, not my doing. Before you go, you need to do a few things…”

Hakkai listened with a passive air, nodding his head and murmuring, “Yes, of course,” at all the right places, taking in the information as the back of his mind circled around the way the midafternoon sun created a halo about Sanzo’s golden head, making him appear as ethereal as his title almost made him. It was hard to believe someone so allegedly close to the gods could carry a gun and smoke enough to match even Sha Gojyo. Hakkai watched the way tawny hair fell down that graceful, sloping neck, embracing it softly like a lover, gazed at how perfectly tapered Sanzo’s fingers were as they waved and gestured around, even if they were a little tobacco stained. The way Sanzo’s mouth worked, the sensuousness of it as he formed words that Hakkai could do nothing but agree to as he spoke, as he said—

“Suck me off.”

Hakkai stumbled, his consciousness ripping away from his daydream and focusing instead on Sanzo, fuzzily, shocked and embarrassed. “E-excuse me?”

Sanzo shrugged. “Just making sure you were actually listening. Now…”

If Hakkai’s red face was a tell for anything, both men decidedly ignored it.