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kinkfestTitle: Let Go A Little
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liralen
Beta:incandescens
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Man on man sex. And trust Sanzo to use his gun as his safeword.
Word count: 2653
Summary: Sanzo does his best to let Hakkai let go a little, and reaps the consequences thereof.
A/N: MANY thanks to incandescens for the quick beta turn around. The prompt was: Taste as an erotic element – We host the germ of faith and answer to no one.
It had been a hard day. But this far into the trip, most of the days were hard.
When they pulled into town they found a hotel, and Sanzo got them all separate rooms with his gold card. Hakkai spent most of the rest of the afternoon patching everyone up with his powers. By the time he was done he felt drained, exhausted. He followed the others as they found a restaurant with a bar in it. As soon as they'd eaten, Gojyo was up and smoothly persuading a beautiful young woman to go home with him in tow. Sanzo muttered something about next time only getting three rooms as Gojyo never used the fourth unless a husband got wind of him.
Goku ate so much he fell asleep at the table, leaking blood onto the tablecloth through his bandages. Hakkai carried the little monkey back to their hotel. Sanzo followed as rear guard, but stayed on the ground floor, at the bar, as Hakkai took Goku up to his bed. Hakkai redid the leaking dressings, and gently tucked him into bed. The small body clung to him at first, but within minutes of Hakkai simply lying by his side Goku gradually relaxed, releasing him.
Hakkai went back down to the common room only to find Sanzo drunk enough to need support coming up the stairs to his own room. Half-carrying the slender priest up the stairs was relatively simple, but Hakkai noticed that Sanzo leaned against him a little more heavily than usual. Those violet eyes looked at him in a way that made Hakkai take a very firm grasp of his self-control, of that mild, self-effacing surface. He smiled back politely and helped Sanzo to his room.
Sanzo closed the door behind them. And then, with that soft rasp of a smoker's voice, he said, "Hakkai, I think you're taken care of all of us enough for this night. Let go a little."
Then he reached over and plucked one of the three limiters from Hakkai's ear.
Hakkai yelped, "Shit, no!"
Then he felt his body ripple, his vision blur, and his hands, ears, and mouth suddenly felt different. He felt thoughts flee, especially the complex sorts of thoughts that had netted him down ever since... he flinched from the thinking, and let the memory escape even as his belly clenched and ached fiercely.
Sanzo skinned out of his robes and the sutra with a grace and ease that belied how drunk he had appeared at the hotel bar. Now he was in just his sleeveless top, the leather arm guards, and worn to near-white jeans.
"No," Hakkai said softly, struggling to retain... what was it that he had to be, had to keep from doing, to not do, to never do again? And chasing all thought even further away, a portion of his natural power blazed through him, delightful, sweet as the cold water of a waterfall poured over his head.
With it came his senses. The smells of Sanzo were intoxicating now, all that musk of smoke, leather, and burnt gun oil, and... yes, there was arousal there, excitement. The feel of the buttery softness of the leather arm guards that sheathed those long hands, the velvet of that lightly tanned skin, and the heavy tangle of that golden hair...
Long hands that came up and took away his monocle, stroked along his cheek, his throat: the touch took his breath away. The sliding of tender, smooth fingertips against his skin sparked sensations all through his body.
Hakkai snapped. He slammed Sanzo back into the cheap bed in that cheap room. Sanzo only laughed that rough laugh and then moaned as Hakkai ground against him. Both of them were iron hard already. Hakkai's blunted half-claws raked against that leather-clad back, not quite breaking through the tough thin leather, and Sanzo arched, breath hissing through his teeth.
Hakkai bent and ravaged those thin, cruel lips, delving deep into that mouth. Whoever said that kissing a smoker was like kissing an ash tray had never kissed this smoker. Liquid, acrid, bitter, musk, complex and strange and over it all that all-pervading presence of smoldering wood and leaf. Hakkai sent his tongue deep into that flavor, against the edges of Sanzo's teeth and the strong soft-skinned muscles of his tongue. They dueled, Sanzo trying to push into Hakkai's mouth as well, but with a hard bite from Hakkai's fangs into soft lips, Sanzo cried out and surrendered.
Hakkai moaned as he got all he wanted of that lovely mouth. That often-sneering, cynical, foul-worded mouth that was now so sweet, so yielding. Those strong hands...
... that was when Hakkai realized Sanzo had his demon-killing gun in the hand not holding Hakkai's limiter. The safety was off. Fingers off the trigger, but...
Hakkai laughed. "Good," he said against those blood-stained lips. "You can stop me if I go too far."
Those deep violet eyes opened and Sanzo grinned crookedly. "I might need a good, hard fucking, but I'm not fucking stupid. Speaking of which..." He lightly bit and kissed Hakkai's lips and then said, "Condoms and lube are in the drawer."
Hakkai frowned, "I've never..."
Sanzo shook his head. "Not you. Me. I don't want to give you any surprises."
Hakkai growled, "Too late for that."
He pushed his way under Sanzo's chin and licked all along the blue pulse line against rough, end-of-the-day stubble. The skin tasted of salt sweat and acrid gunpowder. He could feel the blood pounding underneath his tongue, so he bit, hard enough to just break the skin, hard enough to make Sanzo's breathing rasp, hard enough to make the slender body under him buck and writhe. He reveled in the cries, in the laden hands bumping against his back, and then ground down again, groin on groin, and Sanzo arched.
Hakkai reached underneath and yanked the sleeveless shirt up over Sanzo's head. It was a minor miracle that the gun didn't go off, but the bullet would have gone into the wall anyway.
The scent of both their arousals grew heavy, thick in the air. Hakkai could feel his own precum dampening the front of his pants.
He licked, kissed, and bit his way down that velvet skin. There was a slash on Sanzo's ribs from one of the yokai they'd killed earlier that day, still half-healed from earlier. It was raw and pink and scabbed. He licked the end of the wound, tasting dried iron-flavored blood, salt and bitter in one, and drew a soft cry from the body below his before he moved back up to an almond-shaped nipple. He used the warm wetness of his tongue to massage that bud, engorge it with blood, with sensation. Then with just the tip of his fangs, he bit down on the already enflamed nipple, causing a jerk, cursing, and a leveling of the ugly snout of that small handgun right at him.
Hakkai let up, and licked away the single droplet of blood that sat like a jewel on the dark skin: sweet now, fresh blood with the life still tingling through it. He licked the nipple more thoroughly and the hand holding the gun moved away as Sanzo moaned.
Hakkai kissed his way down the ribs, down the rippling muscles of Sanzo's stomach, licking at the smooth skin all around Sanzo's bellybutton before taking a slow bite there. Muskier now, the scents of arousal so much stronger in his nose and arousing him as well. He shed his buttoned shirt by the simple expediency of ripping it off: buttons pinged and bounced all around them, startling Sanzo into raising his head. The sudden heat in those violet eyes made Hakkai run his hand along the straining cloth of Sanzo's jeans, a quick, hard stroke along the length.
Sanzo's eyes snapped closed and he groaned, "Ah, shit, Hakkai."
Hakkai toed off the sandals the hotel had given him, and then skinned out of his pants and his underwear. He pulled off Sanzo's slippers, yanked open Sanzo's fly, and grabbed the back of Sanzo's waistband to drag the nearly skin-tight jeans from his body. The dark eye of a gun barrel suddenly winked at him. Hakkai pulled more carefully than he might otherwise have, and given how tight those jeans were along with the deep dark bruise high on Sanzo's thigh from an encounter with a blunt weapon, it was a good thing to do.
But he reveled in the thrill of knowing that Sanzo could just kill him right here and now. Now he knew that, at some level, the priest still had his leash, still had the control. So Hakkai was free to let go of his own tightly-held, desperately thick control, free to revel in the fact that Sanzo had ripped part of it away from him already, given him the opening to do as he would do.
The barrel followed him, until he reached for the drawer Sanzo had indicated earlier. Then it wavered and fell back to the bed with the smallest whimper of anticipation. Hakkai grinned and dipped into the drawer for a condom and the bottle of lube. When he popped the cap he breathed in the scent of cinnamon and smiled.
The slender golden body bared to his sight made Hakkai reach down and slide his hands all down Sanzo's chest and belly, with the tips of the claws just dragging gently along that velvet skin, down into the golden curls around Sanzo's hard weeping cock.
Hakkai poured a blob of the lube on his clawed hand, and started to stroke the soft velvet skin around the hardness of that cock.
"Gah!" Sanzo arched and cried out, "No... Hakkai... damn you, STOP."
Hakkai laughed. The gun hadn't come up with the command. But he stopped stroking, and bent and licked the pre-cum from the slit at the tip of Sanzo's cock, dragging incoherent sounds out of the priest. Hakkai slid that beautiful golden cock between his lips. He tasted that musky arousal, that bitter salt sweetness of sex mixed with the warmth spiciness of cinnamon. The scents and tastes all mixed together in his nose and mouth.
It wasn't what he would have called pleasant in a normal situation, but with his own arousal and the obvious gratification Sanzo showed, it became deeply erotic. He ran his tongue over the silken soft skin, lapping up more of the strange brew, pulling more cries, more lovely sounds from Sanzo.
He felt that body tense, tighten below him, and he didn't want it to end that soon, so Hakkai reluctantly loosed that now-delicious hardness.
Sanzo protested wordlessly, then took a deep, shuddering breath. "Please, Hakkai. Fuck me, don't just play with me."
"Oh, but the playing is so much fun," Hakkai said breathlessly, feeling like a cat playing with a golden snake, never quite sure when it might strike.
Not knowing when Sanzo had last had this done, Hakkai poured more of the lube onto his fingertips. Open or not, it would be fun to do it this way... and Hakkai teased Sanzo's anus with the tip of the unretractable claw on the end of his finger, and the shuddering whimper that came from Sanzo's throat allowed him to carefully insert that claw and finger deep into that greedy hole. After pushing past that initial hard tight ring, it seemed to just suck his finger in. Careful of the angle of his finger, Hakkai put the pad of his forefinger against the spot where Sanzo's prostate should be and started rubbing as he pushed his finger in and out.
The response was soft incoherent curses as the slender body moved to the rhythm of his finger. Hakkai carefully added a second finger, and added even more careful stimulus to that lovely little gland, and Sanzo twisted, moaned, and the precum flowed, dripping onto that taut belly. Hakkai bent to lick that sweet thin liquid up, and it still tasted faintly of the cinnamon lube.
Hakkai spread his fingers, gave two more good thrusts, and then pulled his fingers out. Then he peeled open the condom package, sheathed himself, and slathered that cinnamon scented lube all over his twitching hard-on. Sanzo watched wordlessly, then lifted his legs to Hakkai's shoulders as Hakkai aimed the tip and pushed himself in.
They both gave a wordless shout. Sanzo's hands moved above his head, his white-knuckled grip entirely on just the handle of that small bit of death.
Hakkai lost himself in the sensation of that tightness, that heat sucking him in with every stroke, every cry. The tastes of Sanzo's cock and precum were still on his tongue, in his mouth, and reminded by that, he bent forward, bending the priest in two, and he attacked that bitter, smoky mouth again, pushing those other tastes of their sex deep within even as he pushed his cock deep within that willing body. They both moaned at that, and Sanzo's mouth was greedy for his, kissing, licking, sucking hard, biting his lower lip.
Hakkai felt his own muscles tighten down, harden. He used one arm to push his upper body up just a bit. He reached down and started pumping Sanzo's hard length, and he felt, heard, and smelled it as Sanzo hit his climax, his inner muscles squeezing against Hakkai, sucking at him and pulling him into a blinding climax. He leant down and bit Sanzo's shoulder, feeling his fangs sink into that velvet skin, and the pain caused Sanzo to buck and writhe and curse and spasm around Hakkai's cock again.
Hakkai blacked out.
He came to naked, sticky, smelly, wrapped in warm limbs, and with all three limiters back on his rounded ears. There was the scent of cigarette smoke all around him. Sanzo put the cigarette out in the ash tray on feeling Hakkai stir.
Hakkai took a breath of that smoke, remembered, and whimpered. "Why... what did you... how could you... I raped you." He nearly broke down until a long slender-fingered hand closed on the back of his neck.
"No. You didn't. I wanted you freed," Sanzo whispered into his ear.
"You... no... how can you have trusted... that part of me?" Hakkai was nearly sick from the thought of it. They killed things like that part of him every day... it couldn't be him, how could Sanzo... gods, it was sick...
"Because I trust all of you, Hakkai." Sanzo said, patiently. "I have faith in you, all of you."
"But.. I'm... youkai..." Hakkai's voice broke.
"We're not fighting the youkai because they are youkai. We're fighting the madness that takes them from really being themselves. The puppet master that pulls them into insanity. Never mix the two," Sanzo said softly, hands now free to stroke Hakkai's back gently, long-fingered hands smoothing, soothing the distraught young man. "Have faith in yourself, even in being youkai, Hakkai. Have faith in who you are at the soul and heart of you. That's what we're fighting for."
"But everyone else just wants us all dead. No human trusts us, other than you. How can they all be wrong?" Hakkai asked, tasting his own tears flowing down his face.
Sanzo shrugged, "It's 'cause they're all stupid. Idiots. And they don't know you, Gojyo, or Goku the way I know you. Besides, I don't answer to them. I answer to no one but my own judgment."
"And we... we only answer to you," Hakkai whispered softly against Sanzo's velvet skin now wet with his own tears.
"Right. Only to me. Mine." Sanzo hugged Hakkai tightly to him. "Remember that."
"Yes, sir," Hakkai said softly.
Sanzo's smoke-scented bitter mouth touched his own gently and Hakkai clung and kissed back. This seed of faith he could grow.
Author:
liralenBeta:
incandescensRating: NC-17
Warnings: Man on man sex. And trust Sanzo to use his gun as his safeword.
Word count: 2653
Summary: Sanzo does his best to let Hakkai let go a little, and reaps the consequences thereof.
A/N: MANY thanks to incandescens for the quick beta turn around. The prompt was: Taste as an erotic element – We host the germ of faith and answer to no one.
It had been a hard day. But this far into the trip, most of the days were hard.
When they pulled into town they found a hotel, and Sanzo got them all separate rooms with his gold card. Hakkai spent most of the rest of the afternoon patching everyone up with his powers. By the time he was done he felt drained, exhausted. He followed the others as they found a restaurant with a bar in it. As soon as they'd eaten, Gojyo was up and smoothly persuading a beautiful young woman to go home with him in tow. Sanzo muttered something about next time only getting three rooms as Gojyo never used the fourth unless a husband got wind of him.
Goku ate so much he fell asleep at the table, leaking blood onto the tablecloth through his bandages. Hakkai carried the little monkey back to their hotel. Sanzo followed as rear guard, but stayed on the ground floor, at the bar, as Hakkai took Goku up to his bed. Hakkai redid the leaking dressings, and gently tucked him into bed. The small body clung to him at first, but within minutes of Hakkai simply lying by his side Goku gradually relaxed, releasing him.
Hakkai went back down to the common room only to find Sanzo drunk enough to need support coming up the stairs to his own room. Half-carrying the slender priest up the stairs was relatively simple, but Hakkai noticed that Sanzo leaned against him a little more heavily than usual. Those violet eyes looked at him in a way that made Hakkai take a very firm grasp of his self-control, of that mild, self-effacing surface. He smiled back politely and helped Sanzo to his room.
Sanzo closed the door behind them. And then, with that soft rasp of a smoker's voice, he said, "Hakkai, I think you're taken care of all of us enough for this night. Let go a little."
Then he reached over and plucked one of the three limiters from Hakkai's ear.
Hakkai yelped, "Shit, no!"
Then he felt his body ripple, his vision blur, and his hands, ears, and mouth suddenly felt different. He felt thoughts flee, especially the complex sorts of thoughts that had netted him down ever since... he flinched from the thinking, and let the memory escape even as his belly clenched and ached fiercely.
Sanzo skinned out of his robes and the sutra with a grace and ease that belied how drunk he had appeared at the hotel bar. Now he was in just his sleeveless top, the leather arm guards, and worn to near-white jeans.
"No," Hakkai said softly, struggling to retain... what was it that he had to be, had to keep from doing, to not do, to never do again? And chasing all thought even further away, a portion of his natural power blazed through him, delightful, sweet as the cold water of a waterfall poured over his head.
With it came his senses. The smells of Sanzo were intoxicating now, all that musk of smoke, leather, and burnt gun oil, and... yes, there was arousal there, excitement. The feel of the buttery softness of the leather arm guards that sheathed those long hands, the velvet of that lightly tanned skin, and the heavy tangle of that golden hair...
Long hands that came up and took away his monocle, stroked along his cheek, his throat: the touch took his breath away. The sliding of tender, smooth fingertips against his skin sparked sensations all through his body.
Hakkai snapped. He slammed Sanzo back into the cheap bed in that cheap room. Sanzo only laughed that rough laugh and then moaned as Hakkai ground against him. Both of them were iron hard already. Hakkai's blunted half-claws raked against that leather-clad back, not quite breaking through the tough thin leather, and Sanzo arched, breath hissing through his teeth.
Hakkai bent and ravaged those thin, cruel lips, delving deep into that mouth. Whoever said that kissing a smoker was like kissing an ash tray had never kissed this smoker. Liquid, acrid, bitter, musk, complex and strange and over it all that all-pervading presence of smoldering wood and leaf. Hakkai sent his tongue deep into that flavor, against the edges of Sanzo's teeth and the strong soft-skinned muscles of his tongue. They dueled, Sanzo trying to push into Hakkai's mouth as well, but with a hard bite from Hakkai's fangs into soft lips, Sanzo cried out and surrendered.
Hakkai moaned as he got all he wanted of that lovely mouth. That often-sneering, cynical, foul-worded mouth that was now so sweet, so yielding. Those strong hands...
... that was when Hakkai realized Sanzo had his demon-killing gun in the hand not holding Hakkai's limiter. The safety was off. Fingers off the trigger, but...
Hakkai laughed. "Good," he said against those blood-stained lips. "You can stop me if I go too far."
Those deep violet eyes opened and Sanzo grinned crookedly. "I might need a good, hard fucking, but I'm not fucking stupid. Speaking of which..." He lightly bit and kissed Hakkai's lips and then said, "Condoms and lube are in the drawer."
Hakkai frowned, "I've never..."
Sanzo shook his head. "Not you. Me. I don't want to give you any surprises."
Hakkai growled, "Too late for that."
He pushed his way under Sanzo's chin and licked all along the blue pulse line against rough, end-of-the-day stubble. The skin tasted of salt sweat and acrid gunpowder. He could feel the blood pounding underneath his tongue, so he bit, hard enough to just break the skin, hard enough to make Sanzo's breathing rasp, hard enough to make the slender body under him buck and writhe. He reveled in the cries, in the laden hands bumping against his back, and then ground down again, groin on groin, and Sanzo arched.
Hakkai reached underneath and yanked the sleeveless shirt up over Sanzo's head. It was a minor miracle that the gun didn't go off, but the bullet would have gone into the wall anyway.
The scent of both their arousals grew heavy, thick in the air. Hakkai could feel his own precum dampening the front of his pants.
He licked, kissed, and bit his way down that velvet skin. There was a slash on Sanzo's ribs from one of the yokai they'd killed earlier that day, still half-healed from earlier. It was raw and pink and scabbed. He licked the end of the wound, tasting dried iron-flavored blood, salt and bitter in one, and drew a soft cry from the body below his before he moved back up to an almond-shaped nipple. He used the warm wetness of his tongue to massage that bud, engorge it with blood, with sensation. Then with just the tip of his fangs, he bit down on the already enflamed nipple, causing a jerk, cursing, and a leveling of the ugly snout of that small handgun right at him.
Hakkai let up, and licked away the single droplet of blood that sat like a jewel on the dark skin: sweet now, fresh blood with the life still tingling through it. He licked the nipple more thoroughly and the hand holding the gun moved away as Sanzo moaned.
Hakkai kissed his way down the ribs, down the rippling muscles of Sanzo's stomach, licking at the smooth skin all around Sanzo's bellybutton before taking a slow bite there. Muskier now, the scents of arousal so much stronger in his nose and arousing him as well. He shed his buttoned shirt by the simple expediency of ripping it off: buttons pinged and bounced all around them, startling Sanzo into raising his head. The sudden heat in those violet eyes made Hakkai run his hand along the straining cloth of Sanzo's jeans, a quick, hard stroke along the length.
Sanzo's eyes snapped closed and he groaned, "Ah, shit, Hakkai."
Hakkai toed off the sandals the hotel had given him, and then skinned out of his pants and his underwear. He pulled off Sanzo's slippers, yanked open Sanzo's fly, and grabbed the back of Sanzo's waistband to drag the nearly skin-tight jeans from his body. The dark eye of a gun barrel suddenly winked at him. Hakkai pulled more carefully than he might otherwise have, and given how tight those jeans were along with the deep dark bruise high on Sanzo's thigh from an encounter with a blunt weapon, it was a good thing to do.
But he reveled in the thrill of knowing that Sanzo could just kill him right here and now. Now he knew that, at some level, the priest still had his leash, still had the control. So Hakkai was free to let go of his own tightly-held, desperately thick control, free to revel in the fact that Sanzo had ripped part of it away from him already, given him the opening to do as he would do.
The barrel followed him, until he reached for the drawer Sanzo had indicated earlier. Then it wavered and fell back to the bed with the smallest whimper of anticipation. Hakkai grinned and dipped into the drawer for a condom and the bottle of lube. When he popped the cap he breathed in the scent of cinnamon and smiled.
The slender golden body bared to his sight made Hakkai reach down and slide his hands all down Sanzo's chest and belly, with the tips of the claws just dragging gently along that velvet skin, down into the golden curls around Sanzo's hard weeping cock.
Hakkai poured a blob of the lube on his clawed hand, and started to stroke the soft velvet skin around the hardness of that cock.
"Gah!" Sanzo arched and cried out, "No... Hakkai... damn you, STOP."
Hakkai laughed. The gun hadn't come up with the command. But he stopped stroking, and bent and licked the pre-cum from the slit at the tip of Sanzo's cock, dragging incoherent sounds out of the priest. Hakkai slid that beautiful golden cock between his lips. He tasted that musky arousal, that bitter salt sweetness of sex mixed with the warmth spiciness of cinnamon. The scents and tastes all mixed together in his nose and mouth.
It wasn't what he would have called pleasant in a normal situation, but with his own arousal and the obvious gratification Sanzo showed, it became deeply erotic. He ran his tongue over the silken soft skin, lapping up more of the strange brew, pulling more cries, more lovely sounds from Sanzo.
He felt that body tense, tighten below him, and he didn't want it to end that soon, so Hakkai reluctantly loosed that now-delicious hardness.
Sanzo protested wordlessly, then took a deep, shuddering breath. "Please, Hakkai. Fuck me, don't just play with me."
"Oh, but the playing is so much fun," Hakkai said breathlessly, feeling like a cat playing with a golden snake, never quite sure when it might strike.
Not knowing when Sanzo had last had this done, Hakkai poured more of the lube onto his fingertips. Open or not, it would be fun to do it this way... and Hakkai teased Sanzo's anus with the tip of the unretractable claw on the end of his finger, and the shuddering whimper that came from Sanzo's throat allowed him to carefully insert that claw and finger deep into that greedy hole. After pushing past that initial hard tight ring, it seemed to just suck his finger in. Careful of the angle of his finger, Hakkai put the pad of his forefinger against the spot where Sanzo's prostate should be and started rubbing as he pushed his finger in and out.
The response was soft incoherent curses as the slender body moved to the rhythm of his finger. Hakkai carefully added a second finger, and added even more careful stimulus to that lovely little gland, and Sanzo twisted, moaned, and the precum flowed, dripping onto that taut belly. Hakkai bent to lick that sweet thin liquid up, and it still tasted faintly of the cinnamon lube.
Hakkai spread his fingers, gave two more good thrusts, and then pulled his fingers out. Then he peeled open the condom package, sheathed himself, and slathered that cinnamon scented lube all over his twitching hard-on. Sanzo watched wordlessly, then lifted his legs to Hakkai's shoulders as Hakkai aimed the tip and pushed himself in.
They both gave a wordless shout. Sanzo's hands moved above his head, his white-knuckled grip entirely on just the handle of that small bit of death.
Hakkai lost himself in the sensation of that tightness, that heat sucking him in with every stroke, every cry. The tastes of Sanzo's cock and precum were still on his tongue, in his mouth, and reminded by that, he bent forward, bending the priest in two, and he attacked that bitter, smoky mouth again, pushing those other tastes of their sex deep within even as he pushed his cock deep within that willing body. They both moaned at that, and Sanzo's mouth was greedy for his, kissing, licking, sucking hard, biting his lower lip.
Hakkai felt his own muscles tighten down, harden. He used one arm to push his upper body up just a bit. He reached down and started pumping Sanzo's hard length, and he felt, heard, and smelled it as Sanzo hit his climax, his inner muscles squeezing against Hakkai, sucking at him and pulling him into a blinding climax. He leant down and bit Sanzo's shoulder, feeling his fangs sink into that velvet skin, and the pain caused Sanzo to buck and writhe and curse and spasm around Hakkai's cock again.
Hakkai blacked out.
He came to naked, sticky, smelly, wrapped in warm limbs, and with all three limiters back on his rounded ears. There was the scent of cigarette smoke all around him. Sanzo put the cigarette out in the ash tray on feeling Hakkai stir.
Hakkai took a breath of that smoke, remembered, and whimpered. "Why... what did you... how could you... I raped you." He nearly broke down until a long slender-fingered hand closed on the back of his neck.
"No. You didn't. I wanted you freed," Sanzo whispered into his ear.
"You... no... how can you have trusted... that part of me?" Hakkai was nearly sick from the thought of it. They killed things like that part of him every day... it couldn't be him, how could Sanzo... gods, it was sick...
"Because I trust all of you, Hakkai." Sanzo said, patiently. "I have faith in you, all of you."
"But.. I'm... youkai..." Hakkai's voice broke.
"We're not fighting the youkai because they are youkai. We're fighting the madness that takes them from really being themselves. The puppet master that pulls them into insanity. Never mix the two," Sanzo said softly, hands now free to stroke Hakkai's back gently, long-fingered hands smoothing, soothing the distraught young man. "Have faith in yourself, even in being youkai, Hakkai. Have faith in who you are at the soul and heart of you. That's what we're fighting for."
"But everyone else just wants us all dead. No human trusts us, other than you. How can they all be wrong?" Hakkai asked, tasting his own tears flowing down his face.
Sanzo shrugged, "It's 'cause they're all stupid. Idiots. And they don't know you, Gojyo, or Goku the way I know you. Besides, I don't answer to them. I answer to no one but my own judgment."
"And we... we only answer to you," Hakkai whispered softly against Sanzo's velvet skin now wet with his own tears.
"Right. Only to me. Mine." Sanzo hugged Hakkai tightly to him. "Remember that."
"Yes, sir," Hakkai said softly.
Sanzo's smoke-scented bitter mouth touched his own gently and Hakkai clung and kissed back. This seed of faith he could grow.
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