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Transcending Love	By : flamingice_28 Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > Yaoi - Male/Male > Sanzo/Hakkai Views: 990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Transcending Love
Long blonde hair was spread wildly on the pillow.
Dazed dark amethyst eyes stared into his.
Slightly chapped pinkish lips were parted, swollen from kisses.
Long, swan-like neck had evidence of love bites.
Slim, slender body was covered with sweat.
The sweet scent emanating from the blonde filled the room.
Loud, clear groans and moans of passion vibrated in the air.
A soft chuckle joined the sinful noises in the room.
Bright emerald orbs practically glowed despite the sunlight filtering into the room.
Strands of brown hair teased the blonde’s inner thighs as warm lips enveloped his cock.
Hakkai’s eyes flew open in horror. In the silence of the room, his harsh panting seemed unusually loud. He groaned softly and slapped a hand over his eyes in an attempt to forget the dream he had been having for the past three nights. If it was only the dream, he could most probably handle it. Unfortunately, Hakkai mused, his body seemed to like the dream a bit too much. His cock was rock solid, begging for attention. Hakkai groaned. He was both aroused and disconcerted over the dream he just had.
The man in the dream looked like him except he had longer hair and his clothes were a tad messy. Or rather, he wasn’t actually wearing any clothes...
It was the other that shocked him.
He had thought that if he were to have sex with someone, it would be Gojyo or maybe another woman. So why in the world was he kept having sex –in his dreams- with a man that looked so much like Sanzo!
Incidentally, the man he had been dreaming about was sleeping just in the next bed, oblivious to the impure dreams Hakkai had been having of him. As Hakkai turned to glance at him, his cock twitched as images of the naked blonde filled Hakkai’s head. Hakkai groaned and turned his back to Sanzo, unwilling to see the monk and more afraid of what will happen if his control slips.
He knew he had to get up and leave to take care of his...little problem but Hakkai just couldn’t summon enough energy to go to the bathroom. Sighing a little and guiltily concentrating on Sanzo’s breathing, he unbuckled his pants and slid his hand inside to grab his cock. He instantly groaned when he touched himself and slowly slid his hand to feel his length fully. He began a steady rhythm to work himself to a quick release. Instead, he realised with shocking embarrassment that he was concentrating on Sanzo and inhaling the monk’s unique scent. With thoughts of Sanzo in his head, he came on his hand. Sighing with relief, Hakkai spared a guilty look at Sanzo but the monk looked dead to the world.
Getting up, Hakkai reached for his towel to clean his hands and slipped back into bed, hoping he would not dream of anything else.
Especially sensual blondes with dangerous guns.
XXX
Hot mouth enveloped his cock, sucking hard on it.
Naughty hand reached over to the blonde’s opening, teasing it gently before slipping a coated finger inside.
Another wondering hand reached up to pinch his right nipple almost painfully before teasing it to reduce the pain and increase his pleasure.
The blonde ached into his lover’s skilful manipulations, crying out in heady pleasure.
His mind was already too lost in the sensations pulsing from his body.
He felt as though every nerve in his body was on fire.
Fingers itched to grab something...anything as an anchor to the overwhelming feelings but he could not grab anything.
His hands, placed above his head, were tied tightly to the bed.
How he had been forced into it was anybody’s guess.
But he knew better.
He knew his lover was insanely jealous and this was his way of punishing him.
The sensations stopped just suddenly as the man above him stood up and moved away to stand at the bed.
His sharp eyes watched the blonde making the blonde acutely aware that he was being watched.
The blonde wanted to protest but not a word passed his lips.
He would not belittle himself by begging.
But his body had already betrayed him.
His body was plastered with sweat.
His nipples were hard.
His cock was rock hard, the tip flowing with pre-come.
His legs were wantonly spread.
As he saw his lover studying him without any emotion in his emerald orbs, he was filled with humiliation and he turned his head away.
He would not beg.
He tried to bring both his legs together to reduce his shame but warm hands stopped him.
Before he could utter a sound, a word, his legs were tied, spread open.
Feeling more like a sacrifice than anything else, amethyst eyes closed to the world.
His eyes might have been closed but his heart was in pain.
This was not love.
This was not what he wanted.
This was wrong.
Sanzo stared into the darkness, feeling unsettled. The dream...or rather, the nightmare was almost too real, as though he had been in the place of the defiant blonde...not to mention he actually looked like the blonde.
And that man!
He had looked so much like Hakkai...only, a bit more colder...meaner...sadistic...
Not that Hakkai was innocent.
Sanzo knew that man could be very manipulative and had tried hard not to get into the other man’s hair. The arrangement had worked so far.
Now this!
He did not know why he had these dre...nightmares, but they were getting on his nerves. He could barely meet Hakkai’s eyes. Somehow, he always remembered the heated emerald orbs that filled his nights and watching guarded, cheerful ones only made him more frustrated.
Why Hakkai?!
Fuck the whole thing!
He never even thought of that man in that way. Hell, even the mere idea of sex had never occurred to him. Having these dreams only awoke feelings Sanzo was uncomfortable and unfamiliar with. It made him edgy and that made him angry and that leads to him feeling very irritated, which leads to two particular members being victims of his harisen and occasionally, his gun.
Nowadays, it was his gun. Mostly.
Sanzo refused to go back to bed. Instead he got up, threw an annoyed glance at the dark haired man sleeping peacefully on the other bed, and walked out to smoke.
There was no point trying to sleep anyway and he did not want to have those dreams anymore for the night.
Especially since a certain body part seemed to be responding.
Maybe, Sanzo mused in silence as he slid down outside and lit his smoke, he should change his sleeping arrangements for a while. He could bunk with Goku once more. Although the monkey irritated him, Sanzo was also the most comfortable with Goku compared to Gojyo.
Problem solved, at least temporarily, Sanzo’s mind wondered once more to the dre...nightmare and wondered how the hell he was supposed to get rid of it. Was he supposed to interpret the dre...nightmare? He really didn’t want to think of it.
This time, the blonde in his nightmare (he refuse to think of the blonde as him) was being punished for something and he wasn’t very happy with it. Sanzo didn’t blame him. He would be cranky too if he was left in the blonde’s position. The idea of that actually happening sent shivers of dread up his spine.
What the hell does this mean? He wondered, dreading the implications of the dream.
What the hell is happening?
XXX
Jiroushin watched as Kanzeon Bosastsu laughed loudly and shook his head. He just wondered why the supposed Goddess of Mercy was doing this. It was just so wrong in so many levels. The first level was actually watching the whole thing happen!
The second being it was not a merciful thing to do.
The third...well, let’s say certain members in heaven would be enraged if they realise Kanzeon was introducing the earthly reincarnations to their heavenly counterparts.
“Kanzeon Bosastsu-sama, don’t you think this is too much? I mean, why in god’s name did you implant those memories into their heads. They do not remember their time as lovers here. Doing this is violating heaven’s laws!”
Kanzeon shrugged and smiled evilly at Juroushin. “Now, since when have I ever cared for laws, Jiroushin? Anyway, I am doing this not only for fun. Those two need each other just like how Konzen needed Tenpou here. I am just doing my duties as my darling nephew’s loving and merciful aunty and helping him out.”
Jiroushin chocked and instantly covered up with a polite cough.
Merciful and loving aunt indeed.
He sighed and rubbed his temples.
This one Bosastsu is truly troublesome.
He felt really sorry for Konzen as he watched Konzen’s reincarnation slowly slid into unguarded sleep outside the inn.
XXX
The familiar presence of the dark haired youkai woke Sanzo from his slumber. He frowned as he noticed he was outside the inn and his body was freezing. He turned his attention to Hakkai, who just stood at his side, a small smile on his lips.
Hakkai reached forward to help him up.
Instantly, the dre...nightmare from the previous night hit him hard and Sanzo jumped to his feet before Hakkai could even touch him. The brunette looked at him quizzically but Sanzo didn’t feel like explaining. He sifted around to get his blood flowing once more and looked everywhere except at Hakkai.
“Fucking cold,” he said to break the awkward silence. Hakkai smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Well, I was wondering why you were sleeping here when you could so easily have slept inside, Sanzo?”
The smile didn’t fool Sanzo for a moment and neither did the patronizing tone Hakkai used to show his displeasure. Sanzo simply ignored it as he usually did.
“Are those two idiots up?”
Hakkai shrugged nonchalantly as he turned behind to walk back in. “Aa. You should get ready for breakfast. A hot bath would do you good.”
Sanzo frowned once more. He knew Hakkai knew he was cold but he also thought Hakkai knew better than to actually comment about it. Apparently, he was wrong. Sanzo disliked people pointing out his weakness or mistakes. Having the man he currently didn’t want around him doing so just annoyed him. Without a word, he shifted and walked past Hakkai to enter the inn.
Just then, Hakkai reached out and grabbed Sanzo’s arm.
Instantly Sanzo stopped and Hakkai froze.
The sharp sensations that flowed through them both made them acutely aware of the other. Sanzo pulled his arm back and Hakkai just let go. Neither said a word, each wondering since when conversations got awkward between them. Each cursed the dreams they have been having. Needing to break the silence, Hakkai latched onto the first thing that came to mind.
“You’re really cold.”
Sanzo did not bother to reply. He just slipped past Hakkai and walked quickly to the bathroom. He wasn’t running, he told himself even as he grabbed his things and locked the bathroom door. Leaning on the door, he steadied himself briefly before turning to warm the bath.
He wasn’t running away from Hakkai.
That was just absurd.
He just needed a bath and breakfast and everything would be alright.
He wasn’t running away.
Convinced, he slipped into the hot water and almost sobbed for the warmth it provided him.
XXX
Emerald orbs watched the blonde behind well-used glasses.
A smirk danced on his lips as his mind was filled with sinful thoughts.
He knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it.
He walked slowly, silently, as though he was stalking his prey.

The blonde was still oblivious to his presence. He was looking outside, his eyes focused on the moon.
The brunette almost sighed at the beauty before him, his eyes tracing each bare alabaster skin the moonlight caressed and felt a tiny bit jealous of the moon.
He mentally laughed at the absurdity of his thoughts and focused once more on the blonde.
Long golden strands clung on the slender man’s figure.
His tight outfit only highlighted his body, which the brunette had wanted to touch and taste in a long time.
The brunette hungrily took in the sight of the shorter man’s bare torso, the satiny looking skin glowing in the moonlight.
He looked so untouchable, the brunette mused. He was just going to have to change that.
He had after all, waited for too long.
He had watched others ogle the oblivious man before him.
He had heard them speak vulgarly about the things they want to do to him.
Sinful things that only he can do. Only he will do.
Oh, yes. He was possessive.
Possessive enough that he wanted to mark his childhood friend before anyone else gets to do so.
Especially his general.
Kenren’s fascination over the blonde was making his blood boil.
If he had to stay and hear Kenren go on and on about the ice prince’s body and how he wanted to make the ice prince scream his name in pleasure, he would crack.
If the blonde was going to scream anyone’s name, it would be his!
“What are you doing, Tenpou?”
He stopped. The smirk just got even wider. He should have known that the blonde would eventually sense his presence.
He had always known when he was near.
He just stood right behind the blonde, acutely aware that they were so close that they both could feel each other’s body warmth.
The blonde shifted uncomfortably.
“Tch. Move away. You’re invading my personal space.”
Even that arrogant, annoyed tone turned him on. How had the blonde enchanted him so?
Furious amethyst eyes turned to regard amused emerald ones.
His breath caught. The blonde was exceptionally beautiful, like a perfectly carved statue. He did live up to the name of being Kanzeon’s nephew.
“I think,” he said carefully and cheerfully, “We should stop playing games, Konzen.”
Konzen frowned. “Games? I don’t remember playing any games with you. You’re not making sense, Tenpou and didn’t I tell you to move?”
Konzen tried to shove Tenpou away but he remained where he was, effectively trapping the blonde.
Konzen began to realise something was wrong with this picture.
“Do you know how it feels to walk around and hear people talking about you, Konzen?” he asked, his voice silky and deceptively sweet. Somehow, Konzen knew he was unhappy about something.
“Since I couldn’t care less about what others say about me, I’m surprised you’d think I’d be interested in knowing what others say,” Konzen answered coolly and tried to move back. He cursed when his back met the wall and Tenpou only shifted closer.
They were so close now that their breaths mingled in the air.
Konzen felt extremely uncomfortable.
“I’m sure we can have this ridiculous conversation with you standing further away. You’re too close, dammit!”
“Worried?”
Konzen stopped at that challenging note in Tenpou’s voice and cursed once more. If he stayed absolutely still, he was sure no part of his body would touch Tenpou’s.
“Do you know how I feel when my subordinates talk about how beautiful a body you have or how sexy and arousing it would be to hear you scream their names in the moment of passion? How they are dreaming to be the ones to melt this ice?”
Konzen ignored the shiver travelling down his spine at the huskiness in Tenpou’s voice and growled.
“I don’t care and I don’t wish to know either. Would you just move? Since when did you become a fucking rock anyway?”
Tenpou grinned in amusement as he reached out to grab Konzen’s hand.
“Do you mean my attitude, my strength or this?” he said as he pressed Konzen’s hand in between his legs to feel the hardness imprisoned in there.
Konzen’s face flushed before totally losing all his colour. Suddenly, he knew what was going on and he wasn’t going to permit it.
He tried to pull his hand away but Tenpou tightened his hold.
“I want you to touch me, Konzen,” he whispered seductively into Konzen’s ear, before nipping the sensitive skin there.
Konzen froze. “Stop this madness, Tenpou. You’re not being yourself!”
“Oh...and who am I really? Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this? Do you know how long I have wanted and yearned and never had the opportunity to take? This ends tonight, Konzen because tonight, I want to take and no one is going to stop me, not even you,” he said confidently, sucking on Konzen’s earlobe making the untouched blonde whimper with the sudden sensations attacking his system.
Konzen tried to clear his head. He tried to pull his hand away and Tenpou simply let go of it. However no amount of pushing could budge the marshal away. Fear began to settle in.
“Stop this, Tenpou. Wake up, dammit! Like hell I’d fucking let you touch me!”
Tenpou laughed, low, a husky sound that sounded dangerous to Konzen’s ears.
“You will and by the end of it, you’ll beg me to take you again and again, Konzen. I want to make my mark on you, do you understand me? I want you to know you only belong to me,” he said as he licked Konzen’s neck.
The blonde tried to move, tried to say something, anything but he couldn’t. It was like he was placed in a trance by Tenpou’s deep voice.
Tenpou smirked and looked deeply into Konzen’s eyes before he swiftly claimed Konzen’s lips. His hand trailed lazily downwards and caught a nipple, pinching it lightly to draw out the moan from Konzen’s lips. He continued teasing it, knowing from experience that Konzen was very sensitive.
“You’re mine, Konzen Douji!”
Emerald eyes studied the bare ceiling for a long time, trying to clear his head.
That dream had been unexpected.
Hakkai got up and walked over to the window. He had his own room and for once was grateful for the privacy. He never expected the dream to shake him so much but somehow it did.
It wasn’t just lust like it had been before.
It was the possessiveness that frightened him, shocked him.
He knew instinctively that the blonde, Konzen was Sanzo and he was Tenpou.
Besides, Homura had once called them that and this just confirmed his suspicions. But what does it all mean?
Did he want Sanzo...like that?
That was like asking if he liked to cook and the answer would be yes. He wanted Sanzo. He wanted him even more now since the dreams started. He had wanted Sanzo before but never as badly...never this needy.
Was this why he was always restless and angry whenever anyone flirted with Sanzo?
Especially Gojyo.
He never liked it when Gojyo flirted with Sanzo. An odd feeling always took over him.
So...he was possessive over Sanzo.
Interesting.
That actually gave him an insight to his feelings, shading light onto them.
But he knew as well that Sanzo would most probably react the same way Konzen reacted. With denial and rejection.
He was in a mess and he didn’t even know what to do. No matter. This cannot go on. Even as Hakkai watched the cloudy night sky, he knew what he had to do.
Tomorrow, he was going to talk to Sanzo. Some feelings needed to be put forward and discussed. Maybe, that way the dreams would stop.
The dreams might be a sign after all.
Sighing, the brunette watched the streets below, his mind working out every possible conversation he could have with the blonde regarding this topic.
It wasn’t going to be easy.
XXX
The blonde ignored the brunette standing at his door.
His eyes were resolutely fixed on the paper before him although his brain just couldn’t process a single thought.
What was the fucking paper about, anyway?
What the hell? He just stamped it and took a new document and scanned it absently, his senses on high alert.
The brunette shifted his weight and stood beside the blonde.
He watched the sun kissed hair and resisted the temptation to touch the golden silk and inhale its sweet scent.
He had done some damages and he needed to reverse them.
“Let’s talk,” he coaxed the blonde, his tone soft and pleading.
Konzen ignored him.
Memories of that fateful night filled his mind and he just felt like curling up at some corner and disappearing from the world.
He had felt so used that night. So cheap.
He barely stopped himself from trembling.
When had he gotten so weak?
Why couldn’t he just push Tenpou away and be done with it?
Why did all these hurt?
“Konzen...”
“Get out!”
The harsh order made Tenpou flinch but he remained where he was. He knew that the damage he had caused was huge but he wasn’t going to leave until he had settled this matter.
He missed Konzen.
He lifted a hand and caressed Konzen’s soft hair.
Immediately, Konzen pushed his hand away and got up. He took a few steps away from Tenpou and watched the brunette, his eyes wary.
Tenpou didn’t like the way Konzen was watching him. His heart twisted painfully at the knowledge that he put that fear in Konzen.
He knew Konzen feared him even though the blonde probably convinced himself he wasn’t afraid.
He had also hurt Konzen, deliberately at that and regretted his actions dearly.
He had had enough time to calm down and think about everything. It had not been Konzen’s fault but Tenpou had hurt him, punished him for something he didn’t have control over.
It gave him sleepless nights.
He had hoped Konzen would come to him. He had hoped Konzen would have at least come over to yell at him...something...anything...but the blonde had just ignored him. His existence. His presence. Even when he visited Goku, Konzen just looked past him.
One week of this silent treatment was enough.
It was his fault so he would make amends.
It didn’t make him feel better.
“Konzen, please. We can’t go on forever like this.”
Konzen looked at him coldly. “Yes, we can. I don’t want to see you anymore. I want you out of my sight.”
Tenpou shook his head. “That’s impossible. I can’t live without you.”
“Then die. It doesn’t matter to me anyways. You might be able to continue with whatever we had without trust, Tenpou but I can’t. I’m not about to become your toy,” Konzen sneered as he eyed the brunette.
“I never looked at you as my toy. I’m sorry for that night, Konzen. I wasn’t thinking,” Tenpou said softly, pleading for him to listen. Konzen shook his head.
“Get out! I don’t want to hear another load of rubbish from you, marshal. Leave.”
Damn him! But he wasn’t leaving like this.
In a swift move, he pinned Konzen to the wall. The blonde looked at him, shocked.
“So what now? Are you going to tie me up again? Are you going to force yourself on me, tease me and then deny me release and once again walk out on me after you are sated? Forget it, Tenpou! I don’t this anymore. I don’t want you anymore. Get lost!” Konzen yelled as he pushed against the brunette.
Tenpou trapped Konzen’s hands with his own while another hand tilted his chin up. He lowered his lips to kiss the struggling and panicking blonde.
Konzen had expected Tenpou to kiss him roughly. He had been prepared for that. He was unfortunately, unprepared for the gentle kiss Tenpou bestowed upon his lips.
The brunette kissed him softly, lovingly, tasting the icy man with each flicker of his tongue. His hands kept the blonde in place until he was certain Konzen would not push him away. Gently, he traced Konzen’s lips with his tongue, begging for entrance.
It took Konzen a while but he finally gave in. Lust was after all, stronger than anything else. An unwilling captive to his body’s desires, he parted his lips, accepting Tenpou into his mouth. The heat and weight of Tenpou’s tongue on his own aroused him and he moaned into the kiss.
Unlike other times, Tenpou didn’t smirk or smile against him. Instead, the green-eyed marshal pulled Konzen towards him, pressing their bodies close. Konzen was surprised that Tenpou was aroused just by kissing and was equally surprised by his own need.
He sighed.
Looks like they were going to end up in bed after all.
Even then, Konzen realised that Tenpou was different. Instead of simply taking him, like he usually does, he gave more. He made Konzen writhe beneath him, scream his name and made him come by using his hands and mouth. But he himself never came.
Then, Konzen knew.
Tenpou was trying to apologise in the only way he knew how. He was trying to make up for that night. Cursing his heart for feeling touched, he waited until Tenpou slipped into him before switching their positions.
“Konzen...?”
Burning violet eyes caught Tenpou’s green ones in a furious glare.
“Not like this. I told you already. This is not what I want. If it is what you want, go to someone else!”
Tenpou grit his teeth.
“What are you going on about, Konzen?” he asked, desperately trying not to react to Konzen’s tightness and warmth.
The eyes above him softened.
“Together, Tenpou. I hate doing it alone.”
Shocked eyes stared back at him before understanding dawned. With a muffled oath, Tenpou increased his pace, pleasuring both of them till they came together.
Falling heavily on him, Konzen realised with a sudden shock why everything mattered.
Why Tenpou mattered...
He had fallen in love with the marshal.
Sanzo stabbed his last cigarette with a vengeance. He had hoped sleeping alone tonight would quell this ridiculous dreams he was having but they just seems to intensify.
He had been having sex with Hakkai, dammit! His companion! His trusted companion who he had viewed only as a companion!
This damn dreams were changing his views on Hakkai rather fast.
He was hard just thinking about it!
Love?
The blonde was in love with the brunette.
Konzen and Tenpou.
Him and Hakkai.
It doesn’t need a genius to figure that out.
Sanzo sighed.
He never wanted any sort of emotional entanglement. Now he was tied up with three men, all emotionally needy.
Gojyo was someone who doesn’t owe him anything so they were both pretty much free from each other.
Goku was somehow connected to him and try as Sanzo might, he cared for the monkey.
It was his monkey after all and he was possessive over whatever he had.
Hakkai...
Hakkai followed him because he had saved Hakkai’s life three years ago. He had given Hakkai a new life and chanted to bring him peace.
As far as Sanzo was concerned, that was all he did. If he had come to rely on Hakkai, it was because the other two were morons who he cannot imagine were useful except for fighting tools.
These dreams had caused Sanzo to evaluate his feelings for Hakkai. Unfortunately, these feeling were biased as Sanzo kept seeing the overpowering man in his dreams.
He thought that ‘Tenpou’ would make him wary. Unfortunately, he had been greatly turned on. The idea of being able to lean on someone else’s strength, to simply giving up all the power just seemed so seductive. He was so used to holding the burden on his thin shoulders and he was tired of having to lean on himself and having everyone lean on him.
He was so tired.
This journey was taking its toll on him. He didn’t know what to expect anymore. Any moment, anyone of them could die. What will happen then?
He didn’t know and he didn’t want to know.
He thought of warm green eyes.
He thought of chiding words spoken with an understanding tone.
He thought of quiet companionship and a laughing partner.
He thought of Hakkai and hated the fact he couldn’t get his mind off the man.
He wanted to forget.
He didn’t want to yearn.
Too late for that though, he mused.
Problem was, how the hell was he supposed to tell Hakkai he had suddenly developed an impossibly attraction towards him? How would Hakkai feel if he knew these feelings developed from his dreams?
His dreams...
Were his dreams a warning or a sign of some kind? They seemed to be warning him from Hakkai but the Hakkai he knew was not as possessive as Tenpou.
Was he?
Running a hand through his hair in frustration, Sanzo thumped his head on the wall.
Stupid emotional crap.
XXX
Hakkai looked at Sanzo as the blonde sitting down, reading his newspaper, a hand casually drifting to his cup of coffee, sipping elegantly before placing it down and continuing his reading. He had done it effortlessly, used to the routine but to Hakkai, it seemed like seeing something new, something he had missed before.
Had Sanzo always held himself in such a regal manner? Had his hands always curled the cup with such poise? Did his lips always look so soft and inviting? Were his hands as soft as they looked?
So intent was he in studying Sanzo he didn’t notice the knowing gaze Gojyo threw him. The redhead sat back, watching his friend watching Sanzo discreetly and had to stifle the laughter bubbling in his throat. He just watched as Hakkai’s greedy eyes took in the droplet of coffee that escaped the priest’s lips and would have travelled downwards had not a pink tongue flickered out and caught it. Hakkai almost groaned and looked away quickly, staring at his cup intensely.
How deep was his desire for the monk? Gojyo wondered as he drank his beer. How long has he had these kind of fantasies? How the hell did I miss the signs?
Then his mind wondered darkly on how Sanzo would respond to Hakkai’s attraction. It was a well known fact that the monk was not known for his sensitivity and tact when it came to others. The thought that Sanzo might hurt Hakkai crossed Gojyo’s mind and he didn’t like it one bit.
How far gone was Hakkai anyway? Deciding to tease Hakkai a bit, Gojyo focused on Sanzo.
“Hey, Cherry-chan, had a nice night yesterday?” Gojyo started, discreetly keeping an eye on Hakkai. So far, nothing.
Sanzo, on the other hand, tensed. His fingers gripped the paper tightly before relaxing.
Gojyo got up easily, sauntered towards him. He placed his hands lightly on Sanzo’s shoulder, pleased with the sudden tenseness he felt there and the flare in Hakkai’s eyes.
“Want me to warm you up?”
Click. Bang.
“What the hell, you damn monk!? I was just asking you a fucking question!” Gojyo yelled as he ducked from the bullet.
Goku laughed as he watched Sanzo and Gojyo, happy with the fact that Sanzo had his eyes on Gojyo instead of on him. The water sprite deserved it anyway. No one touched Sanzo. It is like an unwritten law.
“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, erokappa! I’ll blow your brains out if you lay a fucking finger on me!” Sanzo growled as his harisen materialised and he hit Gojyo on the head with all his might. Gojyo yelped and moved away, cursing the damn monk.
Even with all the commotion, the monkey kept on eating and Hakkai smiled as he usually did.
However, on closer look, Gojyo noticed that Hakkai’s grip on his cup had tightened considerably and his eyes were cold. He rarely saw Hakkai spotting that look and this just confirmed his suspicions. Hakkai got it deep for the monk.
Cursing whatever fates that landed Hakkai into this mess, Gojyo could only hope that Sanzo would spare Hakkai the heartache. Otherwise, he would have to teach a tight-assed monk some manners.
XXX
Hakkai had never felt...ok, maybe he had felt it once in a while...the seething anger that crushed through him when Gojyo placed his hands on Sanzo. Flirting was bad enough. Actually touching the man was a big ‘no’!
Damn it!
He’s mine!
Hakkai froze at the trail of his thoughts. Since when had he thought of Sanzo as his?
Oh, Kami-sama, he was getting in too deep and he doesn’t even know if Sanzo feels the same way.
Of course, he doesn’t, you idiot. He’s a bloody monk!
Who kills, smokes and drinks...
Really, this whole thing is just too messed up!
He needed to talk to Sanzo.
And by the looks of things, it better be tonight.
XXX
“Quick, Jiroushin! Bring that popcorn! I can sense something happening!”
Jiroushin sighed and hurried to the goddess.
She sat on her throne and watched the lily pond in excitement.
XXX
Blonde hair caressed long brown strands gently. His body sated and tired, rested in Tenpou’s arms. He could feel the warmth surrounding Tenpou and sighed contently.
It was odd how this one man could enrage him one moment and melt him in another.
“You’re not sleeping,” Tenpou’s deep voice drawled out, cutting through Konzen’s thoughts.
“Why?” Konzen asked, voicing out the curiousity he felt since that night. He recognised jealousy. He just didn’t know what triggered it.
Tenpou tensed. He knew what his lover was asking and wondered if he could give him a satisfactory answer. But he also knew he should not lie to Konzen. Their relationship was so fragile that trust depended on it.
He sighed as he pulled away so that he could look into Konzen’s eyes.
“I saw you with Kenren.”
Konzen frowned.
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
Brushing a hand over his face, he looked intently at Konzen.
“I saw him touching you, Konzen. That evening, in the garden. He had his arms around you and I just...snapped,” Tenpou said softly, uncertainty making his voice grow softer.
Eyes widening in realisation, Konzen groaned. “You thought we were doing something?”
“No. I thought he was doing something to you. I don’t like people touching you, Konzen. I’m a very possessive man.”
Konzen grabbed a fistful of Tenpou’s hair and pulled him closer.
“Well, I am a possessive man as well, Tenpou. I’m possessive about myself and I hate people touching me. Besides you and that monkey, I have never let anyone touch me even casually. Whatever gave you the idea...?”
“He likes you...sexually,” Tenpou cut him off, frustrated that Konzen didn’t seem to understand. Konzen’s frown only deepened.
“I know.”
“Wha..?”
“I know. He’s not the only one either.”
Tenpou nodded. “Yeah. He’s not the only one either.”
This time Konzen looked away when he admitted, “You were the first and you’re going to be my last, Tenpou.”
Shocked green eyes turned to stare at the flush on Konzen’s cheeks. A tenderness he never felt caused Tenpou to pull Konzen back into his embrace.
“You need more meat on your bones,” he said teasingly.
“Hn.”
“...”
“Tenpou?”
“Hmm...”
“He was pulling out a paper aeroplane Goku stuck to my back.”
Tenpou blinked.
“Don’t ask me why he had to do it that way instead of taking it out from behind,” Konzen said as he shrugged as though the incident was unimportant.
Tenpou buried his head on the nook of Konzen’s neck.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Just...don’t ever do that again. I hated it.”
Tenpou smiled. Suddenly, a wicked look came into his eyes that instantly alerted Konzen.
“Does that mean you don’t ever want to be tied up? I do have some plans you know.”
“TENPOU!”
Sanzo groaned as the light knocking on the door woke him from his nap.
“What?” he asked crossly as he turned to gain some more sleep.
His dream had been quite...insightful and he wanted to know what else was happening. He was curious, damn it!
“Sanzo, I need to talk to you,” Hakkai’s soft voice floated through the door. Sanzo sighed. No way could he send Hakkai off without the brunette questioning his actions.
“Fine, come in.”
Hakkai’s smiling face was the first thing Sanzo saw. But Sanzo was no dummy. He knew Hakkai was tense from his guarded eyes and the clenching and unclenching of his fingers.
“What?”
Hakkai looked at Sanzo’s tousled hair, his sleepy eyes, slightly parted lips and groaned. Images of a naked Konzen drifted into his mind and he forgot everything he wanted to say. Needing to gather his thoughts and forget about the man still lying on the bed, he walked over to the window.
“I can’t sleep.”
That statement caused Sanzo to raise his eyebrows.
“I’m not a damn healer or physician. What the hell do you want me to do?”
“It is not that I can’t sleep,” Hakkai interjected quickly, chuckling in dry humour. Gods, this was hard! “I just don’t want to sleep.”
Sanzo placed a hand on his throbbing temple.
“You can’t sleep because you don’t want to sleep and yet you’re complaining to me? First of all, make some sense. And second, why the fuck do I need to care?” Sanzo asked crossly as he pulled himself up to a seating position, his legs still stretched before him.
Hakkai spared him a glance and returned to watching the view outside the window.
“For some odd reason or another, you happened to be in my dreams, Sanzo,” Hakkai started and was surprised when he heard Sanzo’s breath catch. He turned and looked at Sanzo.
“I keep dreaming of you but you were not really you and I was not really me...You were Konzen Douji and I was...”
“Tenpou,” Sanzo finished and groaned. “You’ve been having the same dreams?”
Hakkai looked startled and nodded guardedly. “Define dreams?”
“Like hell I will!” Sanzo replied heatedly, a flush on his skin. He looked away from Hakkai, finding the bare spot on the wall across the room oddly fascinating.
Hakkai chuckled. “Well, I need to sleep so I am going to just talk to you about this before I go crazy. I have dream of Konzen and Tenpou having sex, many times. I can only make the connection that there were us in our past lives. Homura seemed to have known us.”
“Where the hell are you going with this, Hakkai?” Sanzo asked uncomfortably. Hakkai smiled.
“I want to know what our dreams are about and try to understand them. They might be clues,” Hakkai said calmly as he walked over to Sanzo.
Good gracious but did Sanzo have any idea how sexy he looked at that moment. It was all Hakkai could do from jumping him but honestly, that didn’t seemed much of a choice now.
He wanted and needed Genjo Sanzo.
“Clues to what? They are just dreams and we do not even look like that!” Sanzo countered and found himself backing just the slightest on the bed as Hakkai walked closer.
“Aa. But there are dreams of us. They might be a sign telling us how good we’d be together,” Hakkai said as he stood directly above Sanzo. The blonde visibly gulped.
Nights full of steamy interludes made both men want. They craved. They needed.
“Hakkai?”
“Do you know the anger I felt when Gojyo touched you, Sanzo? It made me realise I didn’t like anyone touching you.”
Sanzo swallowed a lump on his throat. This was just too similar a conversation.
“I only want you to bear my touch. It’s selfish but I can’t seem to care. You see, I’ve come to the conclusion, that you’re mine. Apparently, you have always been mine since our past lives.”
With that passionate declaration, Hakkai pinned Sanzo to the bed and grinned wickedly.
“Shall we see if we are still compatible, Konzen?”
The protest on Sanzo’s lips died off as Hakkai attacked him.
He didn’t bother fighting too much especially since his body was responding oh so well, traitorous thing.
After all, he was just too willing to be the victim.
Later, he’d tell Hakkai that he belonged to no one.
For now, he’d just enjoy the ride.
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“It’s a good thing everything worked out, right?” Kanzeon said as she watched two sweat slicked bodies sliding off each other.
Jiroushin only slammed a hand over his eyes and groaned softly.
Kanzeon laughed and looked back her nephew.
‘You need him, Konzen. You always have.’
-Fin-
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