Left Out

Title: Left Out

Author: Ohajiki

Disclaimer: All characters herein belong to Kazuya Minekura. I’m just manipulating them for a bit.

Notes: Sanzo decides Hakkai needs a little sparring lesson. It was the first smutty fan fiction I ever wrote…. Awww bless and Gracie_Musica keeps pestering me to upload something. Surprisingly enough for me is 38 but as always, there is 585 in there somewhere.


So this is dedicated to Gracie_Musica

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“Sanzo?!”

“Fuck you!”

“Sanzo!”

“Move already!”

An arm lanced out and caught Hakkai across the face. The brunette went with it, already moving his head in rhythm with the blow. It connected with his jaw but did no proper damage. Hakkai pushed out with his arms to prevent the other punch that followed it and Sanzo wasn’t quick enough to dodge. He stumbled backwards, lost his footing and hit the floor, but instinctively rolled to leap up into a fighting stance, face pulled into a stare of concentration.

“Sanzo, don’t do this!” shouted Hakkai keeping himself in defence stance. He regretted ever being the cause of Sanzo’s anger.

The monk growled and leapt to attack again this time aiming for Hakkai’s side with a well-aimed punch. Hakkai dodged, bending backwards over the monks fist and somersaulting over him. Sanzo knew he would do this and pirouetted nimbly, managing a glancing blow to the youkai’s stomach as he turned away from him.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Yelled the blond, punching the brunette in the stomach again. Hakkai folded over but went into a handstand, using his body weight to propel himself over Sanzo again. He landed on one knee and sprung back up again, this time heading towards the trees with Sanzo in hot pursuit.

Hakkai swung himself into a tree and removed his monocle, not wanting it broken. He then stripped off his green shirt and sash, then, placed the monocle in an inner pocket. He then steeled his nerve and waited until Sanzo passed underneath him. As soon as a golden robed figure went past his vision, he swung down and stood ready in the small clearing, carefully hanging his clothes on a tree branch.

“Sanzo, I can’t do this.” He shouted out at the approaching noise.

A whirling dervish of golden robes came at him and Hakkai tried to duck but a second too late. Sanzo hit him with his full weight and Hakkai fell face first onto the ground. He rolled to the left and Sanzo hooked his arm around his throat yanking him up onto his knees, growling in a low voice.

“Don’t say a word.” He snarled. Hakkai fought his conscience and then flung himself forwards once again with hands outstretched. He kicked up his legs and Sanzo was flung backwards with the momentum. Hakkai pushed himself back up to his feet and faced the blond, panting with the exertion.

“Why do you want to do this?!” he shouted. Sanzo pushed himself back up and started undoing the belt that held his robes on. He flung them away and stood there in his skin-tight top and jeans, finding it easier to move without them. Hakkai had a grim realisation of what Sanzo probably wanted. “Is it because of what you saw last night?”

“Shut the fuck up!” came the furied shout and Sanzo came running at him.

Hakkai remained standing and blocked the incoming blow with his forearm. Sanzo hissed and brought his leg up in a kick. Hakkai blocked that too and flung his forearm out, catching Sanzo across the cheekbone. The blond ignored it and spun nimbly around Hakkai, managing to catch his unguarded side and strike a blow to his hip. Hakkai stepped away and brought his own leg up in a kick designed to make Sanzo step back, not to do damage. Sanzo ducked downwards and scythed out his right leg, knocking Hakkai onto his back and winding him. The brunette looked to get up but Sanzo leapt on him like a wildcat, tussling with him in a fury to get him down to the floor. Hakkai twisted his lean body around and wound his legs around Sanzo’s, keeping them together in a tight embrace and stopping any further attacks. Sanzo’s breathing became raspy as their bodies touched, but forced his own body into a roll and brought up his elbows and legs as he did so, giving him leverage to fling Hakkai off him.

Hakkai landed roughly in the long grass, on his back again, the breath gasping out of him. Sanzo came over and straddled him, locking his arms firmly to his sides with his thighs.
“Why won’t you fight me?” he snapped staring down at his captive. Hakkai sighed and fought to catch his breath looking older than his twenty-two years.

“I find it difficult.” He said blinking up at Sanzo with eyes the colour of emeralds. “I can’t just lash out at you … no matter what you think.”

Sanzo squeezed tighter with his thighs and Hakkai tried to draw in a deeper breath but failed and winced at the pain this caused in his chest.

“Even if I treat you this way … goad you into it.” He said coldly, backhanding him across the face. “Get you riled?” He snapped. Hakkai blinked back up at him, his cheek tingling.
“I still find it difficult. Why didn’t you ask Goku to train with you?” he asked, feeling a little uncomfortable with the whole situation, preferring to be back at the inn having elft a wamr bed and a warm body to go through this.

“Goku won’t fight me, unless its because he’s broken his limiter and is that crackpot Seiten Taisei and don’t get me started on that fucking kappa … Besides, you have nothing better to do…do you?” He spat. Hakkai sighed … was this the price he would pay for the so-called betrayal?

“That still doesn’t explain why you chose to fight me.” He said reasonably, his heart rate slowing down a little now. He would pretend for a while that this was also about sparring practice. “It’s not like we don’t have enough youkai assassins to keep us all practised.”

“I wanted to spar with someone and the best person around is you. I want to de-stress.” Said Sanzo, not losing the cold tone. “I know you’re good in hand-to-hand combat … that saru uses that giant matchstick and the kappa just uses his scythe or his dick… You will fight me. More to the point, you will fight me now.” He slapped him again, trying to force the brunette to fight.

Hakkai felt annoyed at this and his cheek stung with the humiliation. This was stupid, Hakkai didn’t want to be punished for something that he had chosen to do freely.

“No, Sanzo.” He struggled, managing to dislodge an arm and shove his assailant away. “I don’t want to fight you. I have no reason to fight you. Can’t you work your fucked-up frustrations out another way?” He spat.

Hakkai started to get up and retrieve his property, when his arm was held in a tight grip.

“Sanzo let go of me.” Hakkai said plaintively.

“No.”

“Sanzo.” He had no time for any other words as the blond pulled him into a vicious kiss.

Hakkai’s head spun as Sanzo crushed his lips against his own and found himself responding. It was only when Sanzo’s tongue requested entrance, did he jerk away.

“Sanzo!” he shouted, hardly comprehending what had just happened.

“Will you fight me now?” Sanzo asked, although this time it was in a different voice, it was husky with desire.

“What? …. Sanzo …. No … I don’t care what you saw, you can’t be serious.” Said Hakkai.

There was no response, only a sudden move from Sanzo, which spun Hakkai around and dumped him on his back again. He scrambled to get up but Sanzo pinioned him again, this time with his whole body. Sanzo then claimed Hakkai’s lips, this time finding no barrier to his tongue. Hakkai’s whole body went taut as he did so and his hands pressed against Sanzo’s shoulders. The blond pushed closer and Hakkai’s hands relaxed.

“Sanzo.” Came the whisper as Sanzo’s lips left his and sought out the soft skin of his neck.
“You want me to stop … You fight me.” He said in a whisper that made Hakkai shiver. Sanzo paused and the brunette didn’t move. “Fine.”

Sanzo ran his hand down Hakkai’s white shirt and the brunette gripped Sanzo’s arm, knuckles white.

“What are you doing?” he asked throatily. Sanzo let his fingers dance across the white cloth.

“You said to de-stress another way, this is my other way.” He said arrogantly pulling at the cloth.

“Sanzo ….” Hakkai breathed as Sanzo’s hand moved underneath his shirt to stroke the delicate skin beneath demandingly.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want this because I don’t believe it.” He said.

Hakkai made no reply as Sanzo ran his hand across his stomach and chest. He couldn’t believe this was happening, nor how good it felt and okay maybe he did want it, but not like this. Sanzo’s hands had stopped holding him down now and were yanking his shirt up, exposing his flesh to the air. Hakkai gave a moan as Sanzo’s hands moved across his nipples and sank his fingernails into Sanzo’s shoulder as the blond continued his constant attentions.

“Sanzo, we shouldn’t be doing this.” He whispered. Sanzo raised himself up and silenced him with a violent kiss that sent electric shocks down to his feet and back up. Hakkai knew he was becoming aroused now and couldn’t fight it. Sanzo obviously knew this as well by the way his hand snaked down to Hakkai’s groin and stroked. Hakkai drew in a hoarse gasp.

“You gonna fight me?” he hissed sarcastically into Hakkai’s ear. “You won’t fight back against this, I knew you wouldn’t.”

For some inexplicable reason, this snapped something in Hakkai. He bucked his hips fiercely, knocking Sanzo away. He rolled over and pinioned Sanzo down the same way he had been earlier.

“I might.” He said breathlessly and kissed Sanzo back, running his tongue past Sanzo’s lips and forcing entrance. He heard the blond moan and Sanzo dropped back into the grass. This noise and Sanzo’s sudden submission aroused him even more and Hakkai determined to act, he reached down and unsnapped Sanzo’s jeans. Sanzo jerked.

“What the hell?”

“You wanted a fight, I’m fighting you.” He said and reached down into Sanzo’s pants, testing the arousal for sensitivity. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” he stroked. “You do crave attention and we all know it.”

Sanzo flung his head back and thrust his hips at Hakkai, desperate for his touch to get more forceful. Hakkai give a twisted smile and moved his hand with an irritable gentleness, Sanzo wasn’t the only one who could punish over this ‘betrayal‘. Sanzo moaned and his face contorted.

“Hakkai!” he shouted, waiting for the brunette to hurry. Hakkai ignored him and resumed his gentle touches.

Sanzo was desperate for release and was thrusting frantically at him, muttering truly foul curses. Hakkai was refusing to give him what he wanted and it was driving him insane. He yelled in frustration and Hakkai ignored him again, keeping his caresses soft and slow. Furious now, Sanzo bucked the brunette off him with a calculated thrust of his hips. Hakkai lost his balance and Sanzo shoved him down into the grass. He held Hakkai’s shoulders down with one hand and unbuttoned Hakkai’s pants with the other. With a sharp tug, he yanked them off, along with his boxers. He spread Hakkai’s long legs before the man could react then settled between them, keeping them firmly apart. He then sucked on two of his fingers thoroughly coating them with saliva before thrusting them up inside the squirming brunette.

“Ah!” came Hakkai’s high-pitched cry as Sanzo moved his hand and stretched him. It hurt, and Hakkai tried to wriggle away but Sanzo gripped his shoulder and held him still.

“A little more.” the blond urged, separating his fingers and forcing the muscles inside to accept the movement. Hakkai panted near his ear and squirmed at the movement, attempting to relax his body and ease the penetration. The fingers then curled inside him, stroking the spot that made him quiver and anticipation and Hakkai gave a defeated moan of pleasure.

At Hakkai’s moan, Sanzo withdrew his fingers and started easing himself into the shocked green-eyed youkai with exaggerated slowness.

“Sanzo! It hurts.” shouted Hakkai hoarsely suddenly; struggling a little, it was still painful but he was trying frantically to decide if this was actually pleasure or pain and whether he should let it happen. After all, there had been no agreement between them and Hakkai was sure if this was another betrayal all over again.

His thoughts flew from him as Sanzo gave a low moan and pushed all the way in. He started to move gently at first, moving backwards and forward and letting Hakkai adjust, but starting to pick up pace. He then withdrew almost completely before lunging in all the way, pushing at Hakkai‘s prostate. In response, Hakkai threw back his head with a desperate cry, wrapping his legs around Sanzo’s waist as the pain started to lessen.

Sanzo gave himself fully to the desperate quest for release his body had demanded for so long. Hakkai was so tight around him and it was mind-blowing. So this was what it felt like. He grabbed hold of Hakkai’s wrists and pushed him hard against the grass, holding his arms against the cool ground to stop him from trying to struggle. He heard the man beneath him cry out as he pushed again and again against that elusive sensitive spot. Upon hearing this cry he moved faster and felt his release building up inside him. He gritted his teeth and rode with it, finally achieving his release with a triumphant cry that chimed in with Hakkai’s own desperate exclamation as the brunette reached completion with him, warm semen coating their stomachs.

They sprawled back onto the grass, each panting wildly. It was Sanzo who acted first, withdrawing carefully form the brunette’s depths and sitting up. He stared down at Hakkai who lay back on the grass, trying desperately to catch his breath back. Sanzo reached for his jeans and pulled a cloth out of the back pocket, wiping the sticky mess from his stomach because handing it to Hakkai.
“Should we head back?” He asked. Hakkai finished cleaning himself up and started to pull up his boxers and trousers looking a little shocked at Sanzo’s abruptness.

“Was that all you really wanted?” he asked incredulously as Sanzo pulled him to his feet and went to fetch his robes.

“I suppose.” Said the monk, looking distinctly uncomfortable with this conversation and searching through his sleeves for his cigarettes.

Hakkai pulled on his shirt and tightened the threads a little, feeling at a loss of what to do or say, pocketing the stained cloth for washing later. Sanzo fastened the black sash of his robes, righted his sutra and stood there staring at the ground, smoking the cigarette as fast as he could. Hakkai fastened his lilac sash and decided that he should just leave now; maybe he could do the shopping or something when he got back. Anything to forget this. For his sake as well as Sanzo’s. It would be stupid to even try to read anything into this. It was anger, that was all, and punishment; he should have known the blond would hate it going on. He turned to go; his shoulders slumped.

Sanzo caught his sleeve again and pulled the slim brunette against him, capturing his body in an intensely fierce embrace and his lips in an even fiercer kiss. Hakkai clung to him like a drowning man. He gave a sigh as Sanzo broke the kiss but Sanzo kept holding him.
“Next time I’ll just join in.” Said Sanzo so softly that Hakkai strained to hear it. He smiled and released the blond, finally feeling like something had been resolved.


Gojyo looked up as Sanzo strode into their room, loading bullets into his gun. Hakkai followed behind holding his hand out for a delighted Hakuryu to fly to him and snake delightedly around his arm to rest on his shoulder. Hakkai then sat himself down on the bed near to Gojyo.

“So did he beat shit out of you, then?” asked Gojyo taking a long draught on his cigarette, glad that the monk had bypassed him in his quest for a fight.

“No, I’m just a little tired.” Said Hakkai. “Sanzo certainly put me through my paces.”

Gojyo raised an eyebrow at Hakkai’s tired words and met the green-eyed gaze. No words were uttered but the message was clear.

“I guess he was watching us last night then.” Said Gojyo heavily. “I knew the bastard would hate being left out.”

Hakkai managed a sarcastic smile.

“Well I wouldn’t say that, but you’re probably the next sparring partner on the list.”


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I\'m not sure whether to continue or not ... although threesomes are always fun.