The Youkai Inside You

Chapter 3


Hakkai stared at his hands, looking at the dangerously sharp points of his claws. One swipe against tender flesh would be deadly. Such foul things to have connected to ones body, yet there they were, mocking him. He moved his fingers softly, memorized and not knowing why he had started thinking so deeply about it. He had never accidentally scratched himself, even while he thrashed from his nightly dream terrors. He contemplated that maybe it was just part of a youkai's instinct that kept him from cutting himself open absently.

He tilted his head, watching his fingers curl toward his palm. So slow he moved them toward the sensitive skin of his hand. The tip of his tongue peeked from between his lip as the claws descended. His breathing was slow and steady as they got hazardously closer, the points nearly brushing. His forefinger pressed and he gasped soft, watching a red bead of blood form around the deadly point that penetrated his flesh. So red.

"Hakkai."

He jerked and felt heat rise to his cheeks as he pathetically tried to hide his hand from Sanzo's view. Gods, what had he been thinking? The puncture wasn't severe, but it was bad enough to be of notice. He pressed his palm against his pant leg to cut off the flow of blood, trying his hardest to avoid looking at Sanzo.

"What are you doing?" Sanzo asked.

"Nothing."

"Really?" Sanzo walked over to him and gently grabbed his wrist.

"Sanzo, it's nothing."

"Then let me see it," Sanzo said, gentle fingers turned his hand over to look. The puncture was still seeping and his friend sighed, putting his fingers to the wound with light pressure.

"I'm sorry," Hakkai said, closing his eyes.

"Why are you apologizing to me? You were clawing yourself, not me," he said with a gruff tone, keeping a hold of his hand.

"I wasn't clawing myself."

"Then what were you doing?"

"I......don't know," he admitted and looked at Sanzo's severe looking features. His mouth was set in a frown, his eyes not quite narrowed, but sharp on his hand. He thought for the first time that he had managed what only Goku and Gojyo usually did. Genuinely pissing Sanzo off. Hakkai opened his mouth to say something else, but only managed a soft, sheepish sound that turned into a sigh.

"It's not bad," Sanzo said as he moved his fingers to look again. "It's not bleeding now." He kept his hold on Hakkai's wrist and looked at him. "You aren't having thoughts of hurting yourself are you, Hakkai?"

"No." He pulled his hand away. "Why would you ask me that?" Sanzo gave him a look so intense that he suddenly felt small. Hakkai looked away, but it didn't lighten the tension. "I'm not, Sanzo." He cupped his hand. "I just don't know what's happening to me."

"You see yourself as a monster," Sanzo said, his face losing some of it's harshness. "That's part of the problem."

"Maybe I am."

"Tsk, don't be stupid. You're as much of a monster as I am."

"Well, you do have a fearsome growl," he said, the joke falling flat as he spoke the words sadly.

"Hm." Sanzo stood. "Get up."

"What?" Hakkai looked up at him.

"Up, we're going for a walk. You need to get out of this temple and get some fresh air."

Hakkai stood and followed him through the halls. Several monks they passed gave him looks, but it wasn't as bad as when he arrived. Now they only stared for a moment before turning back to their work. Hakkai wanted to believe that they were just getting used to him being there, but he was positive it was because Sanzo had warned them not to be judgmental. He may have also warned them with violence.

Hakkai remained silent as they moved along. He had been here for a week already and nothing had changed. He still felt out of place, and the nightmares plagued him every night. Sometimes he was afraid to go to sleep, but exhaustion would always win out. He hadn't told Sanzo about it, but Hakkai knew he must notice the slight hue of dark circles under his eyes.

The day was bright, and the air smelt of the blossoming peach trees from the field beyond. Sanzo headed that way, and Hakkai continued to followed. The wind blew softly, and birds took wing on it's current as they neared the line of trees. It was beautiful here. He was sure he would be at peace if he had his limiters. He watched Sanzo and wished he would see reason enough to give them back. He knew not having them on was making his nightmares more intense.

"This is a good spot," Sanzo said and stopped under the shade of one tree that stood taller than the rest.

"A good spot?"

"To sit and talk." Sanzo sat and motioned for him to.

"Weren't we doing that in the temple?" Sanzo gave him a look, so he thought better of it and sat across from him. "Sorry, I guess my weariness is besting me."

"I thought so. You are looking like shit."

"Well," Hakkai chuckled, "thank you for agreeing. Now maybe you can give me my limiters back."

"I didn't mean your youkai form."

Hakkai sighed. "Sanzo, this isn't working."

"It's not, huh?"

"The situation is much worse. The nightmares are terrible."

"Tell me about them."

"I can't."

"You can't, or you won't?"

"One and the same," Hakkai muttered as he watched a blossom fall gracefully from the tree and land by Sanzo's pooled robes. He focused of the soft petals of the flower, gloriously white, not red. Then he compared the light white to the cream color of the cloth that surrounded Sanzo's legs. It was so relaxing.

Sanzo watched him in silence, recognizing the signs. He was going into a meditative state again. He kept still, not wanting to disturb him just yet. The vines on his hand slid forward like a snake, slithering, reaching for the blossom. No, for his robes. Sanzo grunted soft, but it didn't break Hakkai's concentration. He watched the leafy looking vines explore the cloth almost timidly, then becoming more sure, slithering between folds.

Sanzo looked at Hakkai and his eyes were lidded, his face holding no expression. Hakkai had went under so fast. It was probably due to his exhaustion. His eyes soften, watching his friend's blank face. This pain was eating away at his soul, but he could break it if he tried hard enough. Perhaps these lapses of meditation were what he needed. He felt a tickle on his arm and looked down. More vines had made their way over and were sneaking up the arm of his robe.

Hakkai," he whispered, as they curled soft around his upper arm, right above the ring of his black sleeve. He blinked when he felt the same being done to his other arm, but they were moving quicker now. He started to say his name again, but it turned into a surprised gasp when the vines holding his arm pushed him back against the ground. He tried to lift up, but they were powerful. Still, he did not yell in panic. He trusted Hakkai with his life.

Sanzo lay there, head tilted up watching Hakkai. He had shifted position, on his hands and knees, but he was still completely under in the trance. It was a strange sight, vines coming off of him. Some slid under the cover of his robes and his body stiffened. They shifted and ran over his legs, higher up around his knees, brushing the rough cloth of his jeans. They ran higher and he grunted and tried to pull up again. No good, he couldn't fight the hold.

Sanzo didn't yell. He didn't want to startle Hakkai awake. If he saw what he was doing to him, he would go further into his depression and demand his limiters back. He couldn't do that yet. It wasn't time. He felt them rising higher on his thighs, moving around them like a ropes. Sanzo wasn't sure what their purpose was, but so far they weren't threatening. He was not being strangled or crushed by them, and he felt calm enough.

Hakkai made a soft sound that could have been a gasp or a moan. Sanzo looked his way again and saw him crawling up and over his body, but most of his attention shifted when he felt the vines slide up and over his groin. They didn't keep going to move up further, no, they had found their prize and they played over it. Sanzo felt heat rise to his cheeks and bite his lip, holding his breath. Hakkai looked down at him, eyes still blank, but he looked somehow aware too, head tilting slightly.

After only a moment of looking at him, Hakkai's expression went from blank to lust. Sanzo swallowed. This was a turn of events he could not have predicted. It suddenly felt too hot. He could feel sweat making his black cotton shirt stick to his skin. This shouldn't be happening. He was being molested and he was the one feeling like the guilty party. He should yell at Hakkai, something to snap him out of it, but he still didn't want to frighten him away from the temple and his healing process.

"Oh shit," he muttered when the vines rubbed more violently over his groin, as if they were angry the clothes were hiding what was theirs. He tried to lift his arms again, but Hakkai was having none of it, and his vines curled around his wrists and his arms were pushed firmly above his head. "Hakkai," he gasped. "Wait.."

Hakkai's lips parted and the tip of his tongue played over the tips of his fangs. Sanzo got a image of Hakkai eating him and shuddered. Hakkai's head lowered and Sanzo expected to feel the pain of his fangs puncturing his flesh, but it was his tongue he felt, sliding just under his ear. Sanzo shuddered again, letting out a soft breath. His jeans were too damn tight in the crotch. He squirmed, gasping with the sensations he was being forced to feel. Could he really call it force though when he wasn't screaming at Hakkai to stop?

Hakkai's hands moved, spreading his robes open, claws light over the black shirt that hugged his body. Over his own panting, Sanzo heard the soft ripping of cloth. Fingers and vines touched over the now revealed flesh, and Hakkai lowered down so his tongue could join in the exploration. Sanzo grunted soft when heat surrounded a nipple, the sucking sensation making his body respond more to the other touches on his body. He couldn't deny the arousal he was feeling.

The vines shamelessly thriving on his groin got even bolder as they slid up and down the waistline of his jeans. He gasped harder when they finally found the flesh they desired, curling around like fingers to stroke. Others slid around his balls that had tightened up under his length with the growing pleasure. One even moved over the slit at the tip of his cock head, deliciously teasing.

"Hakkai," he whispered again, his voice trembling and vulnerable to his ears. Two eyes, one gold, the other green, looked up at him, tongue rolling around the raised point of his nipple. A sneaky vine slid between the cheeks of his ass and his own eyes widened. "You..." It slid inside him, and the bastard smiled a little. "Hakkai..don't..." His prostate was attacked and his protest turned into a guttural groan.

Sanzo's head fell back against the ground beneath him, hips jerking, breath heavy and rough. He swore to himself that he would kick Hakkai's ass for this when he was over his problem, but for now he swam in a sea of sin, and didn't care if he drown in it. The heat of Hakkai's tongue lashed and played over his chest, soaking up the light sweat off his flushed skin. The vines pumped his cock harder as soon as his hips rocked. Hakkai had perfect and total control of his body, and he pulled and pushed him to the edge, vine pressing against his prostate hard.

Sanzo gasped, then bit hard on his lip to stop himself from yelling when he felt his climax. His hips raised up hard with it, eyes clamped tightly shut. His whole body stiffened, the pleasure floating warmly throughout his body. He groaned soft, body falling back to earth, keeping his eyes closed when he felt an intense heat on his cheeks.

"Dammit," he muttered to himself. He just came in his pants. Yes, he was definitely kicking Hakkai's ass later. He panted, then grunted when Hakkai's weight fell on top of him. He opened his eyes, hissing as all the vines pulled back onto their master's skin. Hakkai was atop him, eyes closed and breathing deep in sleep. "You got to be shitting me," he grumbled soft. "Like the damn monkey." He thought about what he'd just done to him, feeling the wetness against his groin and sighed. Maybe not exactly like the monkey after all.


~*~


After getting Hakkai off him as gently as he could and fixing his robes into place to cover his ripped shirt and embarrassing wet spot, he carried the sleeping man back into the temple. Several of the monks asked questions, but he shook his head and explained that he had fallen asleep in the sun, nothing more. He took him to his room and laid him on the bed, wondering when he woke up if he would remember what he had done.

He left him there to go take a bath, hoping no one would get the scent of sex off him as he passed. He turned down a hallway toward his private rooms, eager to get out of the soiled clothes. It was drying and beginning to itch and he cursed soft again. He thought back, thinking he should have handled things differently. He tried thinking of other scenarios, and all came out with the same ending. He sighed. This was going to get complicated if he let it. He decided to pretend it didn't happen, unless of course, Hakkai remembered.

He wasn't sure that he would, and that would be for the best. Until he knew for sure, he wasn't going to worry about it anymore. He shut the door and got his bath ready, stripping off his robe and hanging it aside for the wash. The shirt and jeans he tossed away in the trash before he sank down in the hot water to wash away the day if possible. He closed his eyes, relaxing as the steam rose around him, clearing his mind.

"Sanzo!"

He growled when Goku's voice came through the closed door. "What?!"

"I just got back from seeing Gojyo and he sent more of Hakkai's stuff back with me, but I don't wanna bother him."

"But you bother me, " he muttered. "Just leave it in my room. I'll give it to him later!"

"Okay.....Sanzo."

Sigh. "What?"

"I'm hungry."

"Get out of here!"

"Sorry, damn...I'll just go to the storeroom."

Goku's boots thumped away before Sanzo could protest. He washed quickly, his relaxing bath cut short. The last thing he needed was half the food stores depleted. He grumbled as he dried and pulled on fresh clothes. One good thing that came of the monkey and his appetite; he wasn't thinking about Hakkai anymore.