louiselux | Sanzo/Hakkai snippet

Yay, Friday! Time for fic. Here's a longish Sanzo/Hakkai snippet for

tgreywords.

It was a pleasant evening. No one had tried to kill anyone else for hours. The moon was round and bright and the air was warm. Somewhere frogs were croaking at each other, a hypnotic, countrified sound that lent the scruffy inn some badly needed pastoral charm.

Hakkai pottered around the room he was sharing with Sanzo, putting his toothbrush on the side table, settling Jeep on a blanket, putting dirty clothes in a cotton bag he kept for such things. Sanzo lay on his bed reading, his front scattered with a fine layer of ash from half a pack of cigarettes.

Finally, Hakkai locked the door, then sat down on his own bed and said, 'Sanzo. We could-- you know, if you like.'

'Huh. Right.' Sanzo's eyes flickered his way so briefly Hakkai might have missed it if he hadn't been looking closely. 'Let me finish this article.'

'Of course.'

It was new, this thing between them, but already there were little rituals in place. Sanzo pretended not to care and, after the first time, Hakkai was always the one who brought it up. The first time had been accidental; Sanzo had obviously been drunker than he looked and Hakkai had gone along with it from sheer surprise. At first. But it had gone well. In fact it had gone very well indeed.

Hakkai took his clothes off and got under the covers to wait. For a room where no one was speaking, it was very noisy. Besides the frogs there were Sanzo's sharp breaths as he exhaled cigarette smoke, the rustle of his newspaper and, every few minutes, a muffled yell or a thump from the room next door. Hakkai pulled the covers up a little more.

'Sanzo,' said Hakkai, 'have you finished yet?'

'Humph,' was followed by an irritable sigh and the rustle of a newspaper as it was discarded. Sanzo's light tread on the floorboards, then the mattress dipped as Sanzo sat on the edge of the bed. Hakkai turned and propped his head on one hand, the better to watch him.

'Take these off,' he said softly and drew his fingers over Sanzo's arm, where the cloth was, then across his back. They lingered there, then crept up into his hair and stroked lightly.

Sanzo didn't say anything, but the gloves landed on the floor, the metal rings thumping on the boards. A sudden crash from next door made the walls shake and Sanzo paused in pulling his shirt over his head and his shoulders sagged. Then there was more laughter: it was clearly not a youkai attack. Sanzo threw his shirt on the floor.

'The children are noisy tonight,' Hakkai said.

The best one could hope for, Hakkai thought, stroking the expanse of pale skin and the delicate curve of Sanzo's spine, was a lack of hostility, or that Sanzo wouldn't say anything too scathing to him about what they were doing. He had a tendency to try and make them both miserable afterwards and Hakkai suspected he did it to make up for enjoying himself.

Sanzo snorted and shook his head. 'Shut up. I don't want to think about them.'

'It's probably for the best,' Hakkai said, as Sanzo wriggled out of his jeans and underwear and turned to Hakkai, not smiling, because Sanzo almost never smiled these days, not even for something like this. Perhaps especially not for something like this.

He sat up and reached out to draw him closer but Sanzo caught his wrist in one hand, stopping him, his fingers digging in.

'Hakkai. Why do this? I mean with me and not-- ?' Sanzo stopped and his scowl deepened. He was plainly unable to bring himself to speak Gojyo's name, not in bed.

It would really be much better if Sanzo hadn't brought this up, thought Hakkai, fighting down a slight surge of panic, but he had wondered when Sanzo would get round to asking about Gojyo.

'Perhaps I could ask you the same thing, Sanzo?'

'Fuck off.'

'All right, I'm sorry. Well, let's see. Why do this? I've always found bad-tempered monks exciting.'

'Fuck off again,' but this time he didn't sound like he meant it.

'It can be boring sharing a room for so long, don't you think? We have to think of ways to entertain ourselves.'

That almost got a smile, a quick twist of Sanzo's lips. Hakkai had actually never found Sanzo boring; a host of other things, certainly: rude, miserable, violent and withdrawn, but never dull.

'I want you,' he admitted, very softly.

Sanzo glared at him, but it was belied by the way he swayed towards Hakkai a little, his lips parting. He doesn't know what he looks like, Hakkai thought. A perfect mix of stay away and please touch me. Hakkai was finding that he was hopelessly susceptible to it and perhaps always had been.

'Can I kiss you?' he asked, because there were still certain rules to this and it was safer to keep to them, after all.

Sanzo shrugged like it didn't matter to him if he did or not but a faint tinge of pink spread across his cheeks.

The softness of his lips was always shocking; they were warm and parted willingly under his. Sanzo made a low noise in his throat at the touch of Hakkai's tongue and rested his hands on his shoulders, lightly at first, almost hovering, but as their kisses became deeper Sanzo wound his arms round Hakkai's neck to pull him closer.

Sanzo was warm and solid and his body, freed of clothing, was lithe and strong. He looked like he should feel cold and hard like something made of porcelain, but instead he pulsed with life under Hakkai's touch, shivering and trembling as their kisses got fiercer and more needy. Slowly, they fell back to the pillows, shifting until they were side by side and their hands could move where they wanted, their lips still joined.

Sanzo didn't speak much after that, mostly because Hakkai kept his mouth busy, but he was never talkative during sex. Every so often Sanzo pulled back to look at him and to follow with his eyes the path his hands took as they roamed over Hakkai's body, but they always came back to his face. It made Hakkai's heart race to have that invasive, possessive gaze turned on him, just as if Sanzo could see clear into him and could see exactly what he was. Sanzo was staring down at him, stroking him furiously, and then he was coming all over Sanzo's hand and then Sanzo was too, curling over to kiss him and to gasp into his mouth.

'We should get cleaned up,' Hakkai said, after a while.

'Mmmnh.'

They lay on the bed, not quite touching but near enough so Hakkai could feel Sanzo's warmth. Sanzo's eyes were closed but when Hakkai turned his head so did he and their eyes met again. It was absolutely impossible to look away.

'You were-- it was... good,' Sanzo said in a tight voice, then dipped his head so he wasn't looking at Hakkai any longer.

'Yes, it was.'

The bed springs squeaked as Sanzo got up and padded back to his own bed. He looked drowsy and flushed and his hair was tumbled. Hakkai saw that something else was different too: his mouth had lost its familiar downward turn, at least for now. It was only a temporary change, but it was enough.

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Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow.

Sexy and smart and _so_ Hakkai. Just... right and realistic and -- wow.

Did I say... wow?

Favourite lines:
-- A perfect mix of stay away and please touch me.
-- I've always found bad-tempered monks exciting.

And the whole last paragraph, just marvelous. Well done, and I would like to recc this in my journal.

*hugs*

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