Yours

Yours

A HakkaixSanzo fanfiction

A/N: In case you skipped the warnings, this is yoai, or M/M, or two guys doing bad things to each other. And it\'s pretty graphic. Is there any other way? Other warnings include, swearing and light bondage. That\'s all I can think of. Don\'t like? Don\'t read. I welcome constructive criticism as well as praise. Flamers will be thoroughly ignored. That is all.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Don\'t own the pretty boys of Saiyuki. Just borrowing them.

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Hakkai watched in amused silence as Gojyo and Goku engaged in their dinner past time, fighting over food. He was dimly aware of the growing irritation of the priest seated beside him. Sanzo was hunched behind his newspaper, which shook slightly as he clenched and unclenched his fists. The healer’s amusement grew as he counted the down.

Three…two…one…

“Goddammit! Will you two just SHUT THE FUCK UP?!” The fan flew, connecting with each of their heads in a resounding thwack.
Hakkai laughed softly, gazing with fondness at his three companions as he attempted to calm the irate blond. “Now, now, Sanzo. They’re just entertaining themselves.”

“Well, they’re gonna entertain my gun in a minute if they don’t. Shut. Up,” Sanzo growled, sending the two across the table a glare that could have peeled paint.

“Damn, Sanzo-sama,” Gojyo purred. “You really need to get laid. It might improve your mood a little.”

Gojyo managed to dodge the bullet by a few centimeters.

Sanzo stood abruptly, glaring with distain at the redhead. “I’m going upstairs. Anyone who bothers me dies.”

He glared at each of them to make sure they understood. Gojyo shrugged, he didn’t plan on sticking around anyway. Goku pouted slightly, and then cowered back and nodded quickly as Sanzo intensified the glare. Hakkai smiled serenely, the look sent his way clearly saying he wasn’t included in that threat. Sanzo turned on his heel and stalked out of the dining room, wooden sandals clicking against the floor as he walked. Hakkai’s eyes followed him, and the green-eyed man sighed, calculating how long he should wait before going after him. Gojyo studied Hakkai for a moment before a lecherous smirk spread across his face.

“Oh, I get it,” he said, sounding extremely amused. “I didn’t know you had it in you, Hakkai. You rock, man.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Gojyo,” Hakkai answered, turning away to hide the blush burning on his cheeks.

“What,” Goku asked, looking confused. “What’d Hakkai do?”

Gojyo opened his mouth but Hakkai cut him off. “Nothing, Goku. Look, it seems Sanzo didn’t finish this, and I don’t think I’ll be able to eat mine, either. Why don’t you take it?”

Goku grinned, “Okay!”

Having distracted Goku, Hakkai turned away; heading the way Sanzo had gone. Gojyo caught up with him, slinging an arm over his shoulder to stop him.

“So you and the monk, huh?” Gojyo asked, his voice low but still amused. “How long has this been goin’ on?”

“Gojyo…” A soft warning tone.

“Yeah, yeah, His Holiness can’t find out that I know,” Gojyo waved him off. “But seriously, how long?”

Hakkai sighed, “A few months.”

The half breed’s jaw dropped. “Months!? How did I not know? More importantly, how’d you do it? Anyone gets within five feet of the guy, he goes postal.”

“Not with me, Gojyo,” Hakkai answered, a faint smile on his lips.

Gojyo smirked. “So,” he asked, warming to the topic. “Who’s on top?”

“Goodbye, Gojyo,” Hakkai said, giving him a disgusted look.

He left quickly, ignoring Gojyo’s ‘fine, don’t tell me,’ as he walked away.

Hakkai entered the room he was sharing with Sanzo to find the priest standing at the window, a cigarette held loosely between his index and middle fingers. He had pulled the top of his robes down, exposing the skin-tight shirt underneath. The brunette swallowed at the sight, his throat suddenly very dry.

“What the fuck took you so long?” Sanzo asked, grinding out the cigarette in the ashtray beside him.

“I’m very sorry to have kept you waiting, Sanzo,” Hakkai answered, his voice taking on a lazy, husky quality.

He moved up behind the blond, wrapping arms around his narrow waist, and pulling him against his chest. Sanzo leaned back, resting his head on Hakkai’s shoulder. The healer let his face graze over the priest’s soft golden hair, taking in his sandalwood and vanilla smell. His hands slid up the silk of Sanzo’s long gloves and back down, pulling the fabric down with them. The metal rings hit the floor with a dull thud. One of his hands moved up Sanzo’s chest, under the black shirt, while he stroked up his thigh with the other.

Sanzo sighed, bringing a hand up to tangle in Hakkai’s hair, pulling him down to his lips. The green-eyed man smiled as Sanzo nipped somewhat impatiently at his lower lip then slid his tongue along the line of his mouth. Hakkai let his tongue slip out of his mouth to meet Sanzo’s, shuddering slightly as their tongues brushed together. Hakkai brought their lips together, pushing his tongue into the warm cavern of Sanzo’s mouth. Slipping his hand into Sanzo’s robes, he quickly found the black sash, pulling the knot loose and letting the heavy silk fall to the floor. While Sanzo was distracted with removing Hakkai’s tunic, he discreetly put the sash in his pocket.

Sanzo roughly shoved Hakkai back. He landed on the bed, barely getting the chance to react before Sanzo was on top of him, straddling his hips. Crossing his arms over his chest, Sanzo hooked his fingers under the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Hakkai smiled sweetly, then reversed their positions, pinning Sanzo’s arms above his head.

“What the hell are you doing, Hakkai?” Sanzo asked, pushing up against Hakkai’s hold, but not really struggling.

“It’s alright, Sanzo,” Hakkai answered, soothingly. “I just want to try something.”

Sanzo’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t protest when Hakkai wrapped the sash around his wrists and secured them to the headboard. The priest looked up, mild disbelief crossing his face before he glared at Hakkai. The healer smiled down at him, sliding his hands up Sanzo’s spread thighs.

Sanzo growled, pulling against his restraints. Hakkai sat back on his heels, watching appreciatively as the muscles in the priest’s arms moved beneath pale skin. He reached out, giving in to the sudden urge to touch, hand running lightly down Sanzo’s arm. His hand moved lower, running over the monk’s smooth chest, cool fingers grazing lightly over a dusky pink nipple. Sanzo moaned softly, barely an exhalation of breath, but Hakkai heard it. It surprised him, considering Sanzo was never very vocal when they started. One had to work for the privilege of seeing the normally cool, aloof man lose his control. And Hakkai loved a challenge. Next to Sanzo, he was the most stubborn member of the group. He never failed to make Sanzo scream.
The green-eyed man traced small circles around the nipple, avoiding the sensitive nub. Sanzo hissed, arching and twisting in an attempt to get Hakkai to speed up. With a disapproving click of his tongue, Hakkai twisted Sanzo’s nipple lightly. The blond bit down on his lip to stifle a gasp and his body arched up involuntarily.

“You bastard… I’ll…ahhh,” Was all Sanzo could get out as Hakkai rolled the hardened nub between his fingers.

Dipping his head down, Hakkai ran his tongue over the nipple he had been toying with, pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard. The blond groaned, long and low, behind closed lips. Hakkai abruptly stopped his attentions, looking down at Sanzo’s flushed face. Fiery violet eyes found lust darkened jade ones and Hakkai smiled. Not his normal, pleasant, everyday smile, but something darker, razor sharp and dangerous, his deep green eyes shining with the hunger of it. Sanzo’s breath quickened with appearance of that smile, tilting his head to the side and exposing the graceful curve of his neck. Placing his hands on the smooth plane of Sanzo’s stomach, the brunette gently pushed up to his chest, enjoying the feel of hard muscle shifting under his touch. He let his hands trail higher, up the priest’s arms, and encircle his bound wrists. The position brought his face inches from Sanzo’s ear. He lightly ran his tongue along the edge, moving down to nibble at the lobe. He was rewarded with a soft moan. Hakkai smiled to himself. Sanzo was being unusually responsive tonight. They had never tried this before, and Hakkai assumed that had something to do with it.

“Look at me,” Hakkai whispered, brushing his lips over Sanzo’s ear as he spoke.

The blonde’s body shuddered in response, and Sanzo turned his head slightly so he could look into Hakkai’s eyes. Violet eyes narrowed in silent question.

“Do you trust me?” Hakkai asked, studying Sanzo for his reaction.

Sanzo glared a little at the stupidity of that question and answered without hesitation, “Yes. Idiot. Would I be here if I didn’t? Ask me one more stupid question and see what happens.”

Hakkai chuckled, his voice taking a deeper resonance as he spoke, “I don’t think you’re in any position to be making threats, Sanzo.”

“You can’t keep me tied up forever.”

“Sadly, no,” the brunette responded. “But that would be fun, wouldn’t it? I like you better like this.”

“Not funny, Hakkai,” Sanzo growled through clenched teeth, twisting a little as Hakkai caressed down his side, over his hip, and up a jean covered thigh.

“No,” Hakkai agreed, huskily. “Not funny at all.”

The blond opened his mouth to respond when the green-eyed man nipped at his neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to break the delicate skin. A soft gasp escaped parted lips and a slight tremor raced through the lithe body. Sanzo squirmed as Hakkai continued to leave soft bites on his neck, shallow pants beginning to emit from his mouth.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Sanzo ground out, writhing slightly when Hakkai’s mouth moved to his neglected nipple. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Hmm…?” Hakkai looked up, licking his lips, and raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Sanzo glared, telling himself he was completely unaffected by how damned sexy Hakkai looked right then. “That’s it. I’m never letting you do this a-GAIN…ohhh…” The last part of the sentence came out shrilly as Sanzo cried out in surprised pleasure then it was lost in a deep moan as Hakkai plunged a hand between his legs and squeezed.

He let his head fall back, soft golden hair fanning out across the pillow, as the brunette messaged him through his jeans. The demon chuckled as Sanzo moaned, watching the sylphlike body arch and writhe under his, having effectively silenced him. Well, his complaints anyway.

Sitting back on his heels between Sanzo’s spread legs once more, Hakkai continued to massage him, letting his free hand glide down the priest’s torso, coming to rest at the waistband of his pants. He popped the button, watching with rapt attention as a deep, beautiful flush spread across high, elegant cheekbones. Hakkai loved seeing Sanzo like this, because he was the only one allowed to see it. He loved watching those impossible violet eyes become heated and glazed with lust. Loved watching as porcelain skin flushed with color. Sanzo groaned as the brunette pulled down the zipper, sliding the restricting jeans over his hips and off. The sound of heavy fabric hitting wood was heard as they landed on the floor.

Hakkai let out a heated groan himself at the breath taking sight before him. Never in his life before he met Sanzo, had he seen such divine perfection. Flawless, alabaster skin stretched taunt over lean muscle and contrasting beautifully with the black sash used to bind his wrists above his head, a lithe, strong body and long, graceful, limbs. Shining golden hair and almond shaped, down turned, intensely violet eyes, beautiful, elegantly made features. Exquisite was the only word to describe him.

Hakkai reached up and ran fingers though Sanzo’s satiny hair, covering the priest’s body with his own. He pressed their lips together, moaning softly as he allowed Sanzo to deepen the kiss. The blonde’s tongue delved into his mouth, tangling with his own. The kiss was long and slow, with no battle for dominance, because there was no dominant one between them. They understood each other, in a way completed each other and the love that existed between them was real, however oddly they expressed it.

The need to breathe forced Hakkai to draw back, leaving both men panting and flushed. Letting that predatory smile grace his features again, the emerald-eyed man began kissing his way down Sanzo’s torso stopping to dip his tongue in the priest’s navel. He looked up and locked eyes with the blond, who was watching him intently. Keeping eye contact, he moved farther down, wrapping a hand around the base of Sanzo’s erection and flicking the head with his tongue. Sanzo gasped as the air cooled the wetness on his sensitive flesh, sensation thrumming through his body. Hakkai gripped Sanzo’s hip firmly to keep him in place and he smoothly went down on him, until he felt Sanzo hit the back of his throat. The priest moaned deep in his chest as he felt Hakkai’s warm mouth engulf him. The brunette pulled back, running his tongue up the length as he did so, swirling it around the tip, then back down, and sucking hard. Sanzo’s moans became louder and more heated as Hakkai began bobbing his head, alternating between sucking and humming.

“Oh gods…Hakkai, stop…I’m…uhhh!” Sanzo cried out, back arching and hips bucking as he came in Hakkai’s mouth.

Hakkai swallowed as much as he could, running his tongue along the softening member to catch what he missed. He moved back up Sanzo’s body, nuzzling the priest’s neck as he recovered. Holding himself up over the monk’s trembling form, Hakkai undid his own pants and shimmied out of them. Sanzo panted, lips parted invitingly, his eyes closed. The brunette kissed those tempting parted lips, dipping his tongue into Sanzo’s sweet mouth. The blond moaned as Hakkai began grinding their hips together rhythmically.


“Sanzo,” Hakkai panted. “I need you.”

Sanzo arched his body against Hakkai’s. “Do it,” he breathed, rearing his head up and catching the brunette’s lower lip between his teeth.

Hakkai moaned as Sanzo nipped at his lip, groping blindly for the bottle of lube he knew was on the table beside them. He found it after a moment, drawing back from Sanzo’s mouth. Squirting a liberal amount into his hand, he coated his aching erection with it, as well as three of his fingers. Sanzo gasped as the cold gel came in contact with him, but it dissolved in to a deep moan as Hakkai pushed a finger into his body. Hakkai felt it when Sanzo relaxed and he added another finger, drawing a shuddering sigh from the monk. He moved the fingers in and out, twisting and spreading them in a scissoring motion. Sanzo’s body began reacting to the stimulus, hardening once more. Hakkai plunged his fingers deep into Sanzo then flicked upwards. The blond cried out, arching up off the bed. Hakkai smiled smugly, adding the last finger while the priest groaned. He continued preparing Sanzo, becoming harder with every groan and cry that escaped the blonde’s lips. Sanzo writhed and twisted, hips moving against the fingers, arms straining against the cloth binding his wrists.

The priest’s lips trembled as he tried to find his voice. “H-hak-kai… f-fuck me,” he moaned, spreading his legs wider in invitation.

Hakkai pulled his fingers out of Sanzo’s body, slipping his hands under pale thighs and wrapping long legs high around his waist. He looked at Sanzo, leaning down to press his lips against the juncture between the priest’s neck and shoulder. Sanzo tilted his head in a gesture of trust rather than submission.

“Mine,” Hakkai whispered, biting down, leaving a dark red mark on Sanzo’s pale skin.

Sanzo gasped, pressing up against him, but didn’t respond. He never did.

In one fluid motion, Hakkai buried himself inside Sanzo. The priest screamed, intense pleasure overriding the pain of the sudden entry. His cry echoed in the quiet room, drowning out Hakkai’s deep groan. Lifting Sanzo’s hips, the brunette adjusted his angle before thrusting back in, hitting the blonde’s prostate, enjoying the sharp cry it invoked. Hakkai picked up the pace, pulling almost completely out then plunging back in. He thrust hard and deep, drawing cries from Sanzo that were getting progressively louder as their pace quickened.

The sweat that coated their bodies glistened in the dimly lit room, darkening Sanzo’s hair and soaking into the green headband Hakkai had forgotten to remove. Sharp cries and heated groans, the dull thud of the headboard hitting the wall, and slick skin moving against slick skin, filled the air and one could almost hear the exclamation of a name that colored Sanzo’s cries or the soft whispered promise laced through Hakkai’s groans. Almost. Love may have existed between them but it was not spoken between them, because Sanzo needed the illusion of non-attachment, so he didn’t feel too much the hypocrite, and Hakkai needed to pretend he wasn’t betraying Kanan every time he slept with the priest.

Hakkai slipped a hand between their bodies, finding Sanzo’s arousal and stroking it in time with his thrusts. Sanzo threw his head back, golden hair dancing attractively around his flushed face, and he let out a soft cry that dissolved into an even softer moan. Hakkai watched him intently. They were close. The green-eyed man could feel Sanzo’s legs tightening convulsively around his waist and the deep tremors running through his body. He timed it perfectly. His knowledge of Sanzo’s body’s reaction allowed him to recognize exactly when the priest would start cumming. A violent shudder from Sanzo and Hakkai stroked roughly down with his hand as he pulled back, adjusting to the perfect angle, and slamming back in, hard. It, of course, had the desired effect. Sanzo’s eyes rolled back in his head and he screamed, body bucking, cumming hard into Hakkai’s hand, as the brunette coaxed him through his release. Hakkai managed to maintain his control, reveling in the sudden tightening of Sanzo’s inner muscles during his orgasm. He started up again, pressing his face into the crook of Sanzo’s neck, striving for his own release. He was almost there when Sanzo moaned something that shocked him out of his control. A scream erupted from his throat as his climax overtook him, not giving him time to process Sanzo’s words. He collapsed on top of the blond, using the last of his energy to reach up and untie Sanzo’s wrists. Strong arms wrapped around his back, and Hakkai sighed, burying his face farther into the priest’s neck.

They lay like that for a long time, Sanzo making small circles with his fingers on Hakkai’s back, while Hakkai attempted to process what Sanzo had said. One word that made a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the afterglow, ‘Yours.’

Sanzo shifted under him, pushing up on his elbows in an attempt to get Hakkai to move. Hakkai failed to notice, caught up in his own thoughts.

Seeing that subtle wasn’t going to work, Sanzo made an irritated noise in the back of his throat and growled, “Damn it, Hakkai, you’re heavy and I want a cigarette, now get off.”

Hakkai rolled to the side, looking uncertainly at Sanzo. The blond was acting no different than he normally did, other than the fact that he’d allowed Hakkai to rest on top of him a lot longer than usual. The brunette began to doubt what he’d heard. Sanzo sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He reached up and rubbed at his shoulders, rolling them stiffly. The action called to the healer in Hakkai, and he sat up as well, concern etched across his face.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked softly, reaching out to rest a hand on Sanzo’s back.

Sanzo looked over his shoulder at him, an exasperated expression on his face. “No,” he replied shortly. “But that’s not the most comfortable position in the world, you know. Not that you cared.” His voice was laced with sarcasm and a slight undertone of amusement.

“I…” Hakkai stammered. He didn’t know how he could have missed Sanzo’s discomfort.

At the absolute horrified expression on Hakkai’s face, Sanzo let out an amused snort, “My shoulders are a little stiff, I’ll live. Don’t mother hen me.”

Catching on to the fact that this was Sanzo’s interpretation of ‘giving him a hard time,’ he slid closer, placing his hands on the priest’s shoulders and rubbing the tense muscles. Sanzo sighed as the tension eased, pulling cigarette from his pack and lighting up.

“Sanzo…” Hakkai trailed off, not knowing how to broach the subject. If Sanzo had really said what Hakkai thought he said, it changed everything. If not, then all he’d accomplish was thoroughly pissing off the temperamental monk.

“Don’t, Hakkai,” Sanzo said, softly, glancing back at the brunette.

“But…”

“Just, don’t. I know what I said and I meant it, but just… don’t.”

Hakkai leaned forward and pressed his forehead between Sanzo’s shoulder blades. He sighed, arms slipping down to wrap around the priest’s waist. Sanzo allowed himself to be pulled back against Hakkai, making a small contented hum when the brunette kissed his neck.

“If you meant it, what’s wrong with saying it?” Hakkai whispered, his voice low and thick.

Sanzo didn’t say anything, just looked back at Hakkai, violet eyes unreadable.

Hakkai took deep breath. If he didn’t say it now, he feared he’d never get the chance again. “Sanzo, I love you.”

The priest stiffened and looked at Hakkai sharply. Hakkai flinched back, turning away. Then in a flurry of motion he was pinned on his back. He stared up at Sanzo in shock, his mouth gaping open. Sanzo was smiling. Before Hakkai could say anything, the blond crushed their lips together in a deep kiss. When they broke apart the healer wrapped his arms around Sanzo’s neck.

“Mine,” he whispered, pulling Sanzo against him.

Sanzo’s response made him smile stupidly, “Yours.”


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