The Storms That Bind Us

Chapter 4

Two weeks passed, filled with mahjong playing, talking, drinking, and watching for any surprise attacks while Sanzo recovered. During that time, Sanzo and Hakkai rarely got a chance to be alone since the kiss. The group had agreed it best to stay in one room, and the maid had even brought in cots for the three to sleep on while Sanzo kept the bed. There was little complaint, other than Gojyo making a snide comment about the Princess getting special treatment. Not surprisingly, the redhead had made sure not to say it in Sanzo's presence. The priest had been keeping his gun close again, and better not to get his ass shot off by his Moody Highness.

Every night Hakkai had been tormented by dreams of Sanzo. His voice, his body, his tongue teasing over his most intimate parts. He would wake with a light sweat and a raging hard-on. All he could do was lay there waiting for his erection to pass so he could fall back asleep and go through the whole process again until morning stopped the torture. Sometimes the days were no better when he would catch Sanzo looking at him in what Hakkai had become to think of as his needy expression.

About a week after the passionate incident, Hakkai had been cleaning near Sanzo's bed while the other two were arguing about something. It was a random dispute that the two always got mixed up in, nothing new there. Hakkai had bent over to pick up a few cans and nearly yelped when he felt a hand brush over his ass. It went unnoticed by the arguing pair, but it was anything but easy for Hakkai. He stood with calm, turned his head slightly and saw a shadow of a smirk on Sanzo's lips.

It was cruel to be teased, but Hakkai couldn't deny that it also excited him to see, and feel, Sanzo doing such things. Sanzo was still hard, cold and all together himself, but this secret side he was showing was too impossible to really put into words. What was even more impossible, was that Goku and Gojyo had not noticed anything strange in the slightest. He wondered how long that would last. The two of them were just as aware of anything funny going on as Hakkai and Sanzo were.

They had all turned in early for the night, intent on leaving in the morning to be on their way. Now that Sanzo was feeling himself again, they could rest no longer. Their luck of not having another attack was slowly running out, and it was best to get on the move again. Besides that, they were all getting cabin fever.

Hakkai tossed lightly, making not a sound as the dream haunted his sleep again. Images of Sanzo stripping him down and giving him that soft smirk. The soft, purring tone of voice that Hakkai remembered in his ear. His body shivered, breath picking up as he bit down on his lip even as he continued to sleep, his unconscious mind fighting not to make a sound. Sanzo's hand was sliding between his legs when he woke suddenly, only to realize his own hand was doing the touching.

Hakkai closed his eyes tight, moved his hand and wondered how long this was going to keep happening. He thought it ironic that Gojyo had said Goku should be having wet dreams, and here he was the one having them, and not about what Gojyo might imagine. He almost felt like laughing, but it was hard to find it amusing when the throb between his legs insisted it be taken care of.

He lay there for a moment longer then eased up and stepped quietly to the bathroom and shut the door, leaving the light off. Perhaps if he just relieved the pressure this time the dreams would stop. His breath was shaky as he tugged the front of his boxers down to free his erection. He gasped as cool air hit the bobbing muscle and his fingers curled around it. Pleasuring himself was nothing new to Hakkai, but it had been ages since he had and he hadn't even had sex with a partner since his lover died. Breath panting, he worked his hand into the perfect rhythm that would bring a quick climax.

His palm began to sweat with the friction, and the soft sound of his flesh sounded loud to his ear in the quiet of the bathroom. His other hand slide down to caress over his balls and his thumb rubbed over the head of his cock each time his hand slid up along his length. The pleasure was building, and his pace quickened, hips jerking to get closer. When he felt the warmth press against his back, his eyes that had been closed tight popped open and his hands jerked away from his throbbing groin. Heat rose to his face, and he swallowed down an embarrassed chuckle. Nothing like being caught with your pants down in a perverted position. The body pressed firmer against his back and he felt the hard poke of his voyeur's erection.

"Slow down," Sanzo whispered against his ear. "Don't rush it, or you won't really be satisfied. Honestly, you were so engrossed, you didn't hear me. That's not like you, Hakkai."

"Oh Gods," Hakkai whimpered soft. His cock twitched as if to remind him to get back to work.

"Don't worry, I locked the door this time, but I appreciate you leaving it open for me."

Hakkai shivered and swallowed as the hot, wet tip of Sanzo's tongue traced over his earlobe and along his limiters. He took short breaths and had to remind himself not to make a sound as he felt Sanzo's fingers curls around his length. The contact made his hips give a soft jerk. It felt so good to be touched by another after so long. Sanzo's hand began to work his cock softly, moving from the base to the tip with a languid motion.

"Draw it out." Sanzo's lips brushed feather like over his ear. His hand stopped its fluid stroking to rest near the tip, allowing his forefinger to tease Hakkai's slit, then brush deliciously over the curve of the head. Hakkai's rough breath transcended into the start of a moan and Sanzo's other hand clamped over his mouth to muffled the sound. Sanzo's hushed chuckle sent a pleasured shiver up his spine.

"Are you a screamer, Hakkai?"

Hakkai denied it with a short shake of his head, and felt his face burn once again. In truth he was a vocal lover, but never really acknowledged it until Sanzo made the quick observation. Sanzo's hand held firm over his mouth as they both stood frozen together in the darkness. Heat was building between their bodies and a light sweat was forming on Sanzo's chest and Hakkai's back the longer they were locked together.

"I think you are and I'd love to hear it, but I'm afraid we have to be as quiet as we can," Sanzo spoke hauntingly as his hand resumed its pleasurable tugging and stroking.

Hakkai was lost in the act of rocking to Sanzo's ministrations, head falling back against his shoulder. He felt lips clamp to the side of his neck to suck, the sting making him groan involuntarily against Sanzo's hand. Somewhere along the way between muffled moans and panting breath, Sanzo's movement mimicked his own, hips swaying against his ass. Hakkai's bare skin brushed against the rough texture of his cloth boxers, the erection enclosed within them pressing and sliding. Hakkai ached to feel his arousal without boundaries. All he could do was reach back and slide his hands up to the waistband. He tried to tug them down as his cock throbbed, a pearl of pre-cum pooling at the tip.

"No time," Sanzo panted hot against his neck.

Hakkai relented and just held on to his hips, helpless to do anything else but work to the orgasm that was building fast now. His lips felt bruised from the pressure of his hand, but he couldn't stop groaning each time a throb of intense pleasure coursed through his body. His emotions were high, inhibitions buried as he urgently fucked Sanzo's stroking hand in the middle of this bathroom in this not so fancy inn. Hakkai didn't care. All that mattered was their need and that it was fulfilled.

Hakkai's body trembled as he felt the familiar heat rise in his belly. A low steady moan started against Sanzo's palm. He almost yelled when his hand moved swiftly and pulled his head back hard by this hair. Sanzo's tongue raped his mouth, delving in and using the kiss to muffle his pleasure cries. Hakkai's cock throbbed and jerked as hot seed spurt over Sanzo's fist. His yell came out as a muffled sob while Sanzo sucked on his tongue to quiet it, hand still working him soft through the climax.

Hakkai drifted in pleasure, coming down slow from it as Sanzo's rough, commanding kiss turned soft like a caress. They were both still panting, but even that slowed as they stood resting against each other, bodies bathed in sweat. Hakkai wasn't sure how long they stood there, but when Sanzo did move away he wanted to moan with displeasure, but he stayed quiet, hearing the soft shuffle behind him.

"Here," Sanzo whispered when he neared again, pushing a soft cloth to his spent cock. "Don't speak."

Hakkai took over wiping, watching Sanzo in the glow of moonlight filtering through the small window above. He was jolted by his words, and wondered if Sanzo regretted what they just shared. Maybe he just didn't want to push it and have one of their companions wake in the next room. It was painful to think Sanzo was feeling regret. He'd rather know than have this unsure feeling twisting in his gut. He tossed the cloth in the laundry bin, eyes downcast.

"Sanzo," he started, but bit back anymore when Sanzo pushed him against the wall, pinning his wrists with rough hands. His body pressed close to keep him completely under his power. His eyes widened and he was shocked into silence, not only by his forceful actions, but the obvious feel of Sanzo's erection still present in his boxers. He had not climaxed, so lost in pleasure, Hakkai never realized he hadn't let go.

"You don't know how much I want to fuck you right now, Hakkai. If you speak again, you'll set me off." His lips brushed Hakkai's cheek as he spoke soft and slow. "I have amazing control, so don't break it with that alluring voice of yours. Not yet, not here."

Hakkai was gasping as he spoke, shivering as he began to place soft kisses along his neck between words as if to sear the promise of complete fulfillment into his skin. His body was coming alive again, unable to stay the rising heat in his loins. Sanzo jerked his hips against him, and Hakkai was sure he was teasing his own erection with the soft motion. He wanted to ease his wanting body for him, but he could do nothing but stay pinned and listen to Sanzo's coaxing voice.

"When I finally have you, I want you sprawled out beneath me in bed. I want to see your skin flushed and hear your voice crying my name with so much pleasure that it sounds like you're in sweet agony."

Hakkai felt like he could burn under the pressure of Sanzo's pent up lust. Another rough kiss forced his lips apart and he hungrily tasted Sanzo's invading tongue. Too soon the kiss broke and Sanzo's body moved away again, leaving Hakkai feeling more sexually charged than he had been when he entered the bathroom to begin with.

"We have a busy day ahead. Get some sleep," Sanzo whispered then left the room just as quietly as he had entered.

Dazed and panting, Hakkai stepped to the sink and cooled himself with splashes of water on his face. He could still feel Sanzo's hands and lips on his skin. He took a few minutes to savor what had just happened between them before he walked back to the room on rubbery legs. He looked toward the bed, but Sanzo was already still. Goku and Gojyo both were snoring soundly as they slept, blissfully unaware as he lay back on his cot and covered up. He didn't think he would get any rest the remainder of the night, but Hakkai drifted into a deep sleep, the dreams no longer tormenting him.