Yours

Acceptance

A HakkaixSanzo fanfiction

A/N: I\'m making this a second chapter but it\'s really not. This is more of a continuation in the form of a connected one shot. I think there\'s a couple of obsure references to Yours. Warnings include hot guy on guy sex and swearing. Don\'t like, don\'t read. And a youkai!Hakkai. That just makes it better. *grin*

Disclaimer: Sadly, these beautiful men do not belong to me. I just like to play with them. *evil grin*

To the reviewers:
C4PyroGirl: Thank you. And yes uke!Sanzo is my addiction.

Cupnjava: Thanks so much. It means a lot. I adore making Hakkai confident because too often in fanfiction he is portrayed as weak or womanish. I want to show that he is very much a man and very capable of topping Sanzo. *grin*

Iron Dog: Thanks! I\'m glad they were in character enough. Here\'s a purrrrrr from the review whore! ^_~

Turin: You are the first person I\'ve ever had offer themselves to me! *takes, pets* Glad you liked!

Isabeau: Thank you! Lap Dance was my first attempt at a lemon so I wasn\'t happy with it either.
I\'m glad Hakkai and Sanzo\'s relationship was realistic. Sanzo\'s so hard to put in a loving relationship and make it believeable. Well, here\'s the next dose. I hope it\'s up to par!

NeoBritt: Thank muchly! I\'m glad my descriptions were good! ^_^

Utena Tenjou: Thank you for your praise! Wow I\'m so flattered to be put on your recommended reading list! *grins stupidly* Thank you!

Moonwing: Thank you. I strive to make them as close to IC as possible. I glad it worked!

Thanks to all of you who reviewed both my stories. Purrrrrr!

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Sanzo stared out the window, seeing the rain running in thin rivets down the glass, but nothing in the darkness beyond it. His room looked out on the inn’s courtyard, which would brighten occasionally with a blinding flash of lightning. His mind played back the events of his master’s death like a slow motion movie, flashing in and out of focus. It was a maddening, repetitive cycle he couldn’t escape. He didn’t even know if he wanted to.

Movement in the courtyard caught Sanzo’s eye as lightning flashed again. The momentary illumination revealed Hakkai standing in the rain. In the rain. Sanzo growled under his breath and ground out his cigarette. Pulling the top of his robe back into place, he stalked out the door, cursing all green-eyed healers.

The rain pounded down relentlessly, soaking Sanzo to the skin seconds after he stepped off the covered porch. The wind lashed sheets of it at him and he swore again, searching the darkened courtyard for Hakkai. Lightning flashed, blinding him momentarily, and illuminating Hakkai’s form. Sanzo called out to him as he walked toward the healer. Hakkai turned to face him, but there was no recognition there. One long, graceful hand moved to his left ear as the metal limiters were covered by delicate fingers.

“Oh, shit,” Sanzo cursed, lurching forward and catching Hakkai’s wrist as he attempted to remove the clips. “Hakkai, stop!”

The healer collapsed to his knees, shaking visibly. Sanzo went down with him, releasing the thin wrist only when Hakkai tugged it away. The brunette stared blankly at the space in front of him, emerald eyes glazed and distant. Sanzo knelt in front of him, attempting to get Hakkai to look at him.

Mud soaked into his robes through to his jeans, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Something looked broken behind Hakkai’s beautiful green eyes and it scared him. He hadn’t opened himself up to love to lose it now. It pissed him off. He shook Hakkai once, hard. The healer’s head moved with the motion but he still wouldn’t look at Sanzo, his eyes fixed on some point behind the priest.

“Goddamit, Hakkai! What the fuck were you thinking?” Sanzo growled, grabbing the healer’s chin. “Look at me!”

Empty emerald eyes drifted toward him. “I’m a monster,” he stated simply. “How could you even stand to look at me?”

Sanzo didn’t know how to respond to that. He opened his mouth but the words died on his lips. He didn’t know how to comfort. He’d never done it before. Hakkai looked away again, defeated.

A heavy sigh left him. “I don’t deserve you.”

That Sanzo could respond to. “What’s so goddamned special about me?” He demanded. “Like fuck you don’t deserve me.”

Hakkai didn’t seem to be listening. Rain streaked down his face in thick streams that looked like tears. He sighed again, his face so sad it tore at Sanzo’s heart. The priest pulled Hakkai towards him, wrapping arms around his back and just holding him. Hakkai’s hands came up to grip the front of Sanzo’s robes and he pressed his face into the crook of the monk’s neck. The familiar action caused Sanzo to breathe a relieved sigh.

“Can we go back inside now?” Sanzo asked moodily. “In case you haven’t noticed, it’s raining.”

No response came from the man pressed against him, but Hakkai allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. Slipping an arm around the healer’s narrow waist, Sanzo led him back inside and up to their shared room. Hakkai leaned heavily against him, as if all his strength had fled, leaving him empty. Sanzo sat him down on one of the beds.

Growling faintly, he peeled the soaked robe off, draping it over a chair to dry. He took off the silk shirt underneath, as well as his long gloves, leaving him only in his jeans. Casting a peeved glare at Hakkai, Sanzo strode to the adjacent bathroom, retrieving two dry towels. He tossed one at Hakkai and it landed on the bed beside him, unnoticed. Sanzo made an annoyed sound in his throat and finished drying himself off.

“Ch.” Sanzo stood in front of Hakkai’s blankly staring form, hands on his hips. “If you think I’m going to do that for you, you are sadly mistaken.”

Hakkai didn’t even twitch. Sanzo rolled his eyes and crouched in front the brunette; fingers working open the complicated clasps on the green silk tunic with practiced ease. He slipped it over Hakkai’s head and placed it over another chair, then repeated the process with the black shirt underneath. After removing the green headband and monocle, Sanzo ran the towel over thick chestnut hair and a lightly tan chest. Hakkai was still and compliant through all this and he finally looked up when Sanzo moved away.

When Hakkai spoke, it came out a strained whisper. “How could you possibly love a monster like me?”

Sanzo paused in the middle of lighting a cigarette. He sent Hakkai an annoyed glance. “Don’t start that shit again. You are not a monster.”

A wry smile crossed Hakkai’s face. “Yes, I am.”

“Is that why you were standing out in the rain trying to take your limiters off?” Sanzo asked, trying, and failing, to keep the irritation out of his tone.

“I need you to see,” Hakkai answered, his voice devoid of any emotion. “You have to see what a monster I am. I’m a murderer and a demon. I don’t deserve your love. I don’t deserve anyone’s love.”

That pissed Sanzo off. Grabbing Hakkai by the arms he hauled the brunette to his feet. “That’s bullshit!” He yelled, shaking Hakkai angrily. “You say you’re a monster. You say you need me to see, so show me!”

Hakkai stared at him in shocked silence.

“Go ahead. Take them off. I’ll see the same person. You are Cho Hakkai! The demon inside you is part of who you are,” Sanzo took a breath to calm himself. “I hold no illusions about you. Why do you hold them about me?”

“Sanzo….” Hakkai whispered, but his eyes betrayed him. You are wrong.

“Take them off.” Sanzo spoke calmly but determined violet eyes said, Do it or I will.

Hakkai’s hands shook as he moved to obey Sanzo, the metal clips slipping from his ear with surprising ease. Sanzo took a step back as he watched the change come over Hakkai. A low pained groan escaped the brunette’s lips. As the priest watched, the nails on long delicate hands lengthened to knife-sharp talons and ears tapered to points. Vine-like markings extended from the knotted scar on Hakkai’s belly. They wrapped around his torso and arms, disappearing below the waistband of his pants, and up around his neck, one length of the vine going across his nose and ending on his right cheek.

The first thought Sanzo had was that he was beautiful. Even Hakkai’s chestnut hair took on a wild, wind blown quality. There was a feral glint in cat-like eyes such a deep emerald green they took Sanzo’s breath away. Moving too fast for the priest’s eyes to follow, Hakkai closed the distance between them and Sanzo was slammed back against the wall. The blond let out a pained grunt.

“Do you see now?” He asked and even his voice was different, deeper, and darker. “Do you see what a monster I am?”

“I see you,” Sanzo responded through clenched teeth. “You’re no different. Now let me go.”

A frustrated growl left Hakkai’s throat and he tightened his grip on Sanzo’s arms. “Why do you have to be so stubborn?”

“Who’s the stubborn one?” Sanzo snapped, pushing back even though it was painfully obvious he wasn’t going anywhere until Hakkai let him go.

Hakkai rested his head on Sanzo’s shoulder, something that sounded like a defeated sigh escaping him. “I love you.”

Sanzo slipped fingers through soft brown hair. “I know that. I….”

The words stuck in his throat. For some reason he could never say it. Expressing emotion was not one of Sanzo’s strong suits. So he did what he always did, pulled Hakkai’s head up and kissed him deeply, expressing emotion in his action instead of words. And Hakkai understood, releasing his grip on Sanzo’s arms to slip them around his waist. He pulled the blond from the wall and into a tight embrace. The sharp claws grazed his skin and Sanzo gasped into Hakkai’s mouth, moaning when the brunette’s tongue slid against his.

Then Sanzo was on his back on the bed before he’d realized Hakkai had moved. Pushing up on his elbows, the priest watched Hakkai crawl towards him. His eyes trailed over the lean body, enjoying the movement of tone muscle under smooth, lightly tan skin. The vine markings were dark, forest green and the contrast with Hakkai’s skin was beautiful.

They locked gazes and the green-eyed demon let his tongue tail up Sanzo’s torso, stopping to swirl it around one erect pink nipple. Sanzo let his head fall back, groaning deep in his chest when the brunette nipped the sensitive nub. Hakkai placed hand on the center of the monk’s chest and pushed down. Sanzo followed the movement and lay flat on his back, bringing a hand up to tangle in thick brown hair. The healer’s mouth moved to his neck and he placed a suckling kiss over the blonde’s pulse, leaving a mark and drawing a moan from the man beneath him. Using his grip on Hakkai’s hair, Sanzo dragged his head up and their mouths met in an almost bruising kiss. The brunette plunged his tongue into the priest’s mouth and Sanzo retaliated by grinding his hips up against the other’s. Hakkai groaned into the blonde’s mouth. He used the tips of long nails to tease the skin on Sanzo’s side, forcing him to break the kiss with a gasp.

Sanzo moved his hands down to the waistband of Hakkai’s pants, unbuttoning them and slipping a hand inside. The brunette helped by pulling them farther down and Sanzo wrapped his fingers around Hakkai’s erection. The brunette made a sound that mated a groan with a growl and pressed his forehead to Sanzo’s chest as the priest began to slowly stoke him. After a moment, Hakkai pushed his hand away and kicked his pants all the way off. They fell to the floor, followed quickly by Sanzo’s black jeans. The brunette’s mouth found his nipple again and Sanzo moaned, arching his back and crying out when the man bit down.

“Hakkai….” Sanzo groaned, fingers unconsciously following the markings on Hakkai’s back.

The emerald-eyed demon ghosted his lips over Sanzo’s and pressed their foreheads together. “Say it, Sanzo,” Hakkai said, breathlessly. “You know what I want to hear.”

“Well, that depends on what kind of mood you’re in,” Sanzo answered back, to be contrary, and because that sounded a little too much like an order for his tastes. “And right now, I really can’t tell.”

Hakkai didn’t respond, just growled and ground his hips against Sanzo’s.

Sanzo gasped, and then smirked. “Both?”

The healer nodded, nipping at the priest’s shoulder. There were two phrases that Sanzo used, depending on the situation. The one he used most of the time, like the night Hakkai had tied him up. And the romantic shit that Hakkai would sometimes insist he use. He hated saying it, but Hakkai wanted him to, and Hakkai had a way of getting what he wanted.

Sanzo pulled Hakkai to his lips again. “Fuck me,” he gasped. “I want you inside me.”

Hakkai loomed over him and Sanzo brought a hand up and traced the pattern of the vine up the brunette’s neck and across his face. Closing his eyes, the healer leaned into the touch. Hakkai shifted his knees to one side and Sanzo was flipped on his stomach so fast it took a few moments for his brain to catch up. It was slightly disorienting.

Sanzo propped himself up on one elbow and glared over his shoulder at Hakkai. “Would you stop fucking doing that.”

Hakkai ignored him. “Stay there.”

The priest folded his arms on the pillow and watched Hakkai out of the corner of his eye. The brunette moved back to the bed, kneeling between Sanzo’s spread legs. He ran his claws down the blonde’s back. Sanzo closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensation of Hakkai touching him. Delicate yet strong hands grasped his hip and pulled him back. Hakkai pressing into him startled Sanzo slightly. He hadn’t been expecting the healer to go so quickly. Not that he minded. But the gentle push Hakkai was using pissed him off. The brunette knew how much he hated being coddled.

Growling in frustration, Sanzo pushed back against Hakkai, taking him in completely. Hakkai groaned as the blond bit down on his own lip to stifle a cry. The brunette wrapped an arm around Sanzo’s waist and pulled him back against his chest. The priest panted, rest his head on Hakkai’s shoulder. Keeping a firm grip on pale hips, Hakkai pulled back, drawing a groan from Sanzo that turned into a loud cry as he slammed back in. Sanzo’s back arched and stars danced in his vision as that first hard thrust hit his prostate. Apparently Hakkai had taken the hint. Sanzo had the brace himself on the headboard to avoid be shoved onto his face with the force of Hakkai’s thrusts.

“Fuck, Hakkai,” Sanzo gasped out. “Are you…. trying to…. break me?”

“Do you….. want….. me to… stop?” Hakkai asked, licking Sanzo’s ear.

Sanzo groaned and arched back against him. “Fuck… no.”

Hakkai picked up the pace again. Sanzo’s entire body burned and pulsed with the rhythm of the emerald-eyed demon’s forceful thrusts. Every buck of Hakkai’s hips drew a strangled scream from him. Hakkai wrapped a hand around Sanzo’s erection, stroking him at the same fast, rough pace. Sanzo’s throat was beginning to hurt and sweat poured down his body, dripping from his hair as the blond strands stuck to his face and got in his eyes. He racked a hand back through it, the other keeping a white knuckled grip on the headboard. His whole world spiraled down to Hakkai. The feel of Hakkai deep inside him and those deceptively delicate fingers wrapped around his cock. The sensation overcame him and he screamed out Hakkai’s name, the ecstasy of his climax making his vision go white. The arm around his waist tightened and the healer pressed his forehead between Sanzo’s shoulder blades, a deep groan escaping him, and he finished with a few more jagged thrusts.

Sanzo came back to himself after what seemed like an eternity. Hakkai was resting against his back, shuddering breaths washing over his skin. Something glinted silver in the corner of his eye and he stared at the limiters for a moment before his hazy mind registered what they were. He reached over and picked them up, turning them over in his hand, marveling at how light and fragile they looked. Hakkai shifted off him and he turned on to his back. The healer took the metal clips from him.

“I almost forgot you took them off.” Sanzo commented as Hakkai replaced the clips.

Hakkai smiled at him as his features melded back into a human shape and the vine disappeared. His eyes slid closed and he laid his head on Sanzo’s shoulder, unconscious almost immediately. Sanzo pulled the blanket over them and passed out as well.

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Hakkai was already up when Sanzo returned to consciousness. The rain had stopped sometime during the night and the sun assaulted the priest’s vision. He groaned and threw an arm over his eyes. Hakkai looked up from packing and smiled at Sanzo.

“Good morning.”

“What’s so fucking good about it?” Sanzo growled, sitting up.

Then he winced and immediately rethought that position, lying back down. Hakkai sat on the edge of the bed beside him, a concerned and slightly amused expression on his face.

“I wasn’t too hard on you last night, was I?” He asked and Sanzo could just see the damn bastard trying not to laugh.

“Oh, fuck you,” Sanzo snapped, pushing Hakkai away from him and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Are you over your little problem, or am I going to have to deal with that shit every time it rains?”

Hakkai gave him a beautiful smile. “No, I believe you settled that matter.” The brunette leaned down and gently kissed Sanzo. “Thank you.”

“Ch, whatever.”

The healer chuckled softly. “Gojyo and Goku are already downstairs. Why don’t you finish getting ready and meet us down there?”

“Fine.”

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There was food waiting for him when he made his way toward the table his companions were at. Walking stiffly but not noticeably different, he hoped. Of course, he wasn’t that lucky.

“Hey, look who decided to grace us with his presence,” Gojyo said, smirking.

Sanzo knew that smirk. His hand automatically went to his gun, but he waited, just to see how stupid Gojyo intended to be today.

The half breed just had to open his big mouth again. “So sounded like you had fun last night, monk.” He shot Hakkai what he probably thought was a knowing look. “And I see you’re walkin’….”

Sanzo cut him off, pointing the gun at a very sensitive area on Gojyo’s body. “One more word and I will take away your ability to procreate.”

Gojyo put his hands up. “Shutting up.”

The gun dropped to Sanzo’s side. “Good choice.”

Apparently not that stupid. Today might actually be a good day. Though Sanzo doubted it. He’d never been an optimist.

When the two idiots started up their fight again, Sanzo felt a light brief touch on his shoulder. He looked over at Hakkai and raised an eyebrow in question.

“I’m sorry about…,” Hakkai looked away, eyes distant, “how I acted. Last night.”

Sanzo glared at him for a moment and then turned away to light a cigarette. “That’s stupid.”

“Sanzo…”

“No,” Sanzo said firmly. “I’m not having this argument with you again.”

The conversation had caught Gojyo’s attention. “Lover’s quarrel?” He asked mockingly.

“Shut the fuck up, cockroach,” Sanzo growled, standing abruptly. “We’re leaving.”

“But Sanzo, there’s still food left,” Goku whined, only to receive a hit with the fan.

“You seem to have mistaken me for someone who gives a shit,” the priest snapped. “Let’s go.”

After the ‘children’ had been herded into Jeep, Hakkai walked up behind Sanzo and placed a hand on the small of his back. “Thank you.”

Sanzo sighed irritably. “If I say ‘You’re welcome’ will you stop it? I didn’t do anything.”

Hakkai chuckled and shook his head. “Then we won’t talk about it anymore.”

The priest glared daggers at the ground. There were times when he really, really wanted to shoot Hakkai.

“I’m only going to say this once,” Sanzo said angrily. “Call yourself a monster in my presence again and I’ll shoot you.”

“Understood.” And Hakkai smiled.

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