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Hakkai's Secret	By : TsuzukiM Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3026 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here it is... lemon lemon lemon... I promise there will be more. I've discovered all the first chapters from about three on out need the beta notes removed and a final edit. Here's the second chapter today.

Chapter 5

Hakkai left the library traveling on foot. His biggest concern was to avoid being seen by anybody who might recognize him. He had been picky about not wanting the people he lived near to know about his youkai heritage. Most of them knew Hakuryuu in his Jeep form and he didn’t dare use him in town.

Somehow he had become separated from his monocle and his shoes. He ran barefoot through the slush, snow and mud. The mud squished between his toes and the snow chilled his feet to painful numbness. He really had no idea why or when he’d taken them off.

By the time he reached the edge of town the normal linear flow of time had changed for Hakkai. His body temperature was rising along with his need and it was getting harder to understand what was going on or what he was doing. Once he was far enough away from the last row of houses, he called to his dragon.

When Hakuryuu chose to land on bare flesh it was never pleasant. Hakkai didn’t have his shirt on let alone the sash he wore just so the dragon could land there without hurting. As it was the little claws dug into the flesh of his shoulder, making him wince. All and all, he’d expected it and had been braced for it. However, the smell of his own blood came into his nose with unusual force and added a desire for blood into the mix of sensations he was already dealing with.

Hakkai shivered and steam rose from his body. The cold only seemed to contrast with the fever taking over his mind and body. It served to remind him something was wrong with him.

He pushed his face into the warm body of Hakuryuu, reaching up to stroke the dragon. “Little one, can you turn into my Jeep now?”

How Hakkai managed to make it to Chang’an in one piece without killing himself or Hakuryuu he had no idea. There were large blocks of time when the fever took over to the point where Hakkai existed in a faery dream of swirling colors and he was completely removed from reality and ceased to know where he was or where he was going. There were also moments of clarity when he was completely focused on his objective. He would push Hakuryuu to slide through the snow faster, feeling only urgency, and the heat, and discomfort of his body. Time sped up and slowed down. There were even black holes of nothingness forming in Hakkai’s memory where he couldn’t remember anything at all. It wasn’t the same as when he chose to disregard memories and seal them away- it was as if his brain was simply not recording them. He moved in a complete fugue.

God damned bitch!

He found himself standing before the imposing structure of Chang’an. Hakkai beheld the temple with a curious mixture of fear, apprehension and desire. The fear he always had, ever since they had arrested and imprisoned him so many years ago. The only reason he had ever had to come here had been Sanzo. The truth was, the majestic temple made his skin crawl. No matter what the reason he was ever summoned to the temple, it was always with the latent threat that he might not leave a free man. In truth, he was not a free man; his very soul was owned by Sanzo.

The dragon flew past Hakkai to rise up above the sleeping temple. “I’m sorry, Hakuryuu, you must be cold.”

Hakkai padded along the immaculately kept pathways that ran throughout the grounds. He headed toward the area of the temple he knew Sanzo’s living quarters were in. He had an idea where they were, although he’d never tried to locate them from the outside of the building before. The size of the place was overwhelming, and Hakkai didn’t think he had much shot in figuring out which window Sanzo was behind.

He called for Hakuryuu again, trying not to be loud enough to roust the sleeping residents inside. He shivered, a bout of nausea rearing in his body. Hakkai didn’t want to throw up and mess up the monks’ hard work.

He held his arm out, not much caring to have the dragon claw him up again. This time the nails sunk into his forearm, but it was more bearable than his shoulder.

“Can you find him for me, Hakuryuu?”

“Kyuu!”

“Shh, we have to be quiet. I don’t want to wake anybody!”

“kyuu?”

The dragon flapped a few times and was aloft again. He flew past the rows of windows, making several passes before he lit upon a certain one.

Sanzo sat in his bed, a bottle of whiskey propped up between his legs. He had planned on this night to get blind drunk and he was about half way there. As such, he wasn’t completely sure of what he was seeing when the dragon’s silhouette appeared in his window.

The little animal scratched at the window pane. Sanzo had to concentrate to detect and read the youkai aura that accompanied the beast. He could feel Hakkai’s presence, but it didn’t seem right. Shaking off the fuzziness of alcohol, Sanzo approached the window cautiously.

“What the fuck?” he murmured. When he was thoroughly convinced that it was indeed Hakuryuu out there he unlatched the pane.

The dragon flew in and landed on the headboard of his bed and chirped at him. Sanzo quickly turned his attention back to the window and backed up, drawing his gun.

Sanzo was on the second floor, and the temple had very high stories. That Hakkai had silently and accurately leapt up and landed on the sill was impressive, even by Sanzo’s standards. He was there now, crouched with the winter moon at his back. The ivy patterned markings broke up his outline and made it difficult to see him well. Except for his one good eye.

One eye glowed with a preternatural eye shine. The other was barely visible. Sanzo set the sites of his gun just below and to the left of that green glow.

The cold wind blew in past Hakkai, ruffling his hair and causing him to drop silently to the floor below. He straightened up and gazed back at the priest. The chill air also brought to Sanzo the scent of Hakkai’s unique chemistry. It had an immediate affect that the priest could not effortlessly shake off.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Hakkai?” he ground.

Hakkai turned to close and fasten the window. Sanzo watched the steam rising from his shirtless body. His breath came in quick puffs of white that were the only immediate evidence that his breathing was elevated.

“I came to see you, Sanzo.”

Hakkai scanned the room. The thing he most took notice of was the sharp smell of whiskey and the half-empty bottle beside the bed.

Sanzo’s eyes narrowed, it was Hakkai. His smell, his voice, the sight of him, and his movements were all those of the man Sanzo had come to know and even respect combined with the exotic features of the youkai Sanzo had forgotten he was. Hearing the preternatural nuance of his voice in that one sentence hammered home to Sanzo what Hakkai’s true nature was.

When Hakkai turned back to him and leaned against the window, tilting his head back so that his altered outline was undeniable, Sanzo felt the pinch of anxiety in his stomach.

Fear had never sat well with Sanzo. That he felt it in connection with this one, one of his demons, only led Sanzo to his usual conclusion- anger. Quite simply, fear pissed him off, and anger replaced fear. His finger tightened on the trigger and he pulled back the hammer.

Hakkai took a few small steps forward, leaving muddy footprints on the floor.

“If you come any closer, I’ll blow your head off.” That halted Hakkai’s progress, and the beautiful green eyes took on the shape of sadness.

“Sanzo-sama, it’s me, it’s Hakkai.”

“I know who you are,” Sanzo maintained his target. “Leave-now.”

Hakkai’s eyes dropped, and he shivered. “Sanzo-sama,” he whispered, “I’m cold, and I’m here already. It’s a long way home. Please let me stay.”

“You’re not cold, I can feel the heat from you from here. Leave and go find that baka hanyou.”

Hakkai’s eyes rose up to meet Sanzo’s. He took a few more steps forward. Sanzo adjusted his aim. “Sanzo-sama, will you shoot me?”

Hakkai knew Sanzo was very capable of killing him. Hakkai was a gambling man, and he gambled with his life that Sanzo would not actually shoot him. Slowly, careful to not make sudden movements, Hakkai approached the priest.

“You saved my life, you gave me my freedom. Would you kill me now?”

“Heh,” Sanzo grinned, “You know I would.”

“It would be an honor if you were the one to end my life,” and Hakkai pressed his forehead to the barrel of Sanzo’s gun without ever breaking eye contact. Sanzo could see the sweat beaded across Hakkai’s face. He could feel the fever in his body and sense the disturbance in his aura. Hakkai was in severe distress, Sanzo could see that, yet his eyes never wavered and his smile never faltered.

It was what he respected in Hakkai. Under all Hakkai’s bullshit, his submissive temperament, his strange angst and desperate masochism was the strength of steel. When it came down to the wire, Hakkai had always had Sanzo’s back.

Sanzo released the hammer and eased it down. Feeling that he was giving in too easily and blaming the pounding affects of alcohol and adrenaline combined for his decision, he trailed the gun along Hakkai’s face.

He ran the muzzle down over the delicate bones in his cheek, over the elegant jaw line and then up to the elongated ears of a youkai. He traced it along the ivy pattern that ran past his nose. Hakkai closed his eyes, gasping in the warmer air of the room. He’d won, he would live to see the morning.

“I’m not in the mood to kill you tonight.”

With his other hand Sanzo reached out to run his fingers behind Hakkai’s neck and into the soft hair at his nape. An immediate trembling took hold of Hakkai’s body and the priest stepped closer to him, bringing the muzzle of the gun up to aim at the ceiling. No longer angry, he merely looked concerned. “What in the hells happened to you?”

The stoic preservation of an expression designed to hide pain melted away from Hakkai. His face screwed up and he fell forward against the priest, wrapping his arms around him and silently thanking the gods Sanzo was sympathetic this night. Unprepared for Hakkai’s weight crashing against him, Sanzo grabbed at the demon to keep from falling backwards.

The scent of Sanzo’s body filled Hakkai’s nose and he sought to bring as much of himself into contact with the priest as he could. Long nailed fingers pulled at Sanzo’s robes. He buried his face into the crook of Sanzo’s neck and nuzzled against the silk.

Sanzo could feel his own need rising in response, and was well aware how much of it had to do with Hakkai’s scent. Hakkai was putting out an earthy perfume designed to inflame another. It was like he was he was getting a dose of whatever was torturing Hakkai tonight.

Hakkai was trailing his mouth up Sanzo’s neck and into his hair. He nibbled at Sanzo’s ear and whispered “Sanzo-sama, take me. Take me Sanzo…” When he whispered and murmured like that, Sanzo could feel his groin tighten and his reaction was electric. He dropped his gun and it clattered to the floor behind Hakkai.

He found Hakkai’s mouth and kissed him. As soon as Sanzo opened his mouth Hakkai was inside. The demon’s tongue warred with Sanzo’s for dominance and won. Hakkai bit and nipped at Sanzo’s lips. Sanzo hissed out a protest when Hakkai actually nipped hard enough to draw blood from his lip, but it was lost in Hakkai’s hungry mouth.

The blood was the undoing of Hakkai’s last shred of control. As soon as he had Sanzo’s blood in his mouth the world melted back into that strange dream like state he’d been driving in earlier. Every sense was focused on the warm body in his arms and the extreme need to satiate his own body.

Hakkai started to tear the offending robes off Sanzo’s body. Sanzo blindly pulled the sutra out of danger.

“Hakkai!” Sanzo growled, pushing Hakkai away from him. But Hakkai wasn’t going to let go. Hakkai ripped the top of his robes down and Sanzo found his arms pinned to his waist. “Hakkai!”

Hakkai fumbled at the sash, trying to untie the knot with one hand, while gripping him with the other. Then he was yanking at it. Sanzo struggled to free his arms from the robe.

“HAKKAI! Stop, Hakkai!”

Sanzo wriggled his arms free of the ruined material. Hakkai’s mouth was back on his throat, and Sanzo struggled against him. He pushed at Hakkai and found him slippery with sweat- sweat that was getting all over the priest. He felt teeth sink into the flesh at his shoulder and Hakkai sucked at the blood. “For all that’s holy, Hakkai- STOP!”

Hakkai’s nails ran down Sanzo’s back, ripping through the fabric of his silks and his flesh. Sanzo voiced a pained scream that penetrated through the fever and got Hakkai’s attention.

Hakkai released the priest. Sanzo backed away from him, wide eyed and staring. For a time the only sounds were panting to catch their breaths.

“Control yourself,” Sanzo barked hoarsely.

“S-Sanzo,” Hakkai sounded weak, “Gomen Naisai, Sanzo-sama.”

Hakkai was shaking, he sunk to his knees. He put one clawed hand to his head and wiped at the sweat. His lips were swollen and reddened with Sanzo’s blood.

There was a knock at the door. Hakkai’s gaze whipped up and his eyes narrowed.

Sanzo backed away from Hakkai a few tentative steps before he whirled around and stared at the door like he expected it to open. “What?” he barked at it.

“Sanzo? You okay?” It was Goku’s voice. “I heard you scream!”

Trying to hide his breathlessness, Sanzo inhaled deeply before he answered. His eyes returned to the youkai crouching before him. “Go to bed Goku, I just had a nightmare.”

“Okay, but Sanzo- I smell blood.”

Sanzo gritted his teeth. “I cut myself. Go to bed, Goku.”

“You cut yourself having a nightmare?”

Hakkai’s hands had gone up to fist themselves in the hair at his temples. He sat down on the cold floor and wouldn’t look up.

“Goku, haven't you learned yet when to leave me alone?”

“Sanzo….”

“GOKU- Go to BED!”

Sanzo waited until he heard soft footsteps pad back up the hall. Then he retrieved his gun from the floor and sat back on his bed to figure out just what he was going to do about Hakkai.

“You,” he said at length, waving the gun in Hakkai’s general direction, “Strip.”

Hakkai was visibly surprised, but he didn’t need to be told twice. Quickly he pulled at his pants and shucked them off. He remained sitting on the floor, of all the looks for there to be on his face it was the demure catholic school boy. Cheeks flushing, Hakkai very deliberately leaned back on his palms and spread his legs before the priest. Sanzo’s eyes played across the ivy entwined body, wantonly spread before him.

“Nice,” Sanzo murmured. Hakkai snaked one hand down between his legs. He shuddered and moaned at his own touch as he handled himself.

“Sanzo, please,” he was saying again. “Sanzo, I need you…”

Sanzo was going to have fun with this.

“You hurt me.”

“I’m sorry,” the demon said, and he could hear the desperation.

“I should punish you.”

Green eyes smiled. “Anything, Sanzo.”

“What happened to ‘sama?”

“Ssanzo-ssama” Hakkai moaned, elongating the “s” sounds threw his teeth. Sanzo was hard under what was left of his clothing. He reached between his own legs and stroked himself through the fabric. He saw Hakkai’s eyes drop down to watch and he stopped touching himself for a moment.

“Keep touching yourself and spread your legs further,” Sanzo commanded. Hakkai complied, letting out tortured moans and gasps. Sanzo could see goose pimples all over Hakkai’s body. Fever or no-- the cold affected Hakkai.

Hakkai couldn’t take much more. He was experiencing that time distortion again and he had no idea how long he’d been spread eagled on the floor. He had no idea how long he’d been in the room with the priest. He only knew that if Sanzo didn’t fuck him soon, his mind would break. It would have been so much simpler for Hakkai if topping the priest would have done the job, but what Hakkai needed, he needed Sanzo’s active participation.

His body needed penetration, and soon.

Green eyes followed the priest as he crossed the room. When Sanzo turned back to him he held a familiar set of hand cuffs. Hakkai knew them well. They were the kind designed to hold a strong youkai. They were a kind of limiter, and not even Hakkai would be able to break them. Sanzo had used them on Hakkai before- they were from that time he’d taken him into custody. Somehow Sanzo had kept them. Hakkai knew what Sanzo wanted

Kinky bastard!.

Sanzo tossed them to land between Hakkai’s spread legs and Hakkai quickly took them up. He clamped one onto one wrist immediately, then he slipped by the waiting priest and wound the other end around the headboard and managed to fasten the other about his other wrist. When Hakkai rolled onto his back, the chains crossed and held his hands above his head.

Sanzo harrumphed and smiled. “Good boy,” he said. “Now you won’t be clawing me up. What did you say you wanted me to do?”

Hakkai made a whining sound. “Fuck me,” he said. He wiggled his hips for emphasis.

Sanzo sat beside him on the bed and bent to lick at the tip of Hakkai’s cock. The electric bolt that ran through Hakkai’s body made him jump.

“What?”

“Please, Sanzo-sama, fuck me.”

“Pull your knees up.” Hakkai bent his knees, bringing his feet up as close to his body as possible. “Keep 'em spread, demon.”

Sanzo trailed his fingers over Hakkai’s exposed genitals. He pinched the sack and made Hakkai whimper. Then, he pushed one finger into the rim of Hakkai’s body. The sharp gasp Hakkai made was delightful.

“P-please Sanzo, you’re hurting me…”

“Serves you right for clawing me and ripping my robes.” Sanzo was surprised to find moisture on his fingers. It was like Hakkai had become self-lubricating. It made Sanzo stop for a moment.

But Hakkai was purring and tears were coming into his eyes. It was beautiful and Sanzo felt a surge of power.

He pushed further into Hakkai’s body and found that place he knew Hakkai needed to be touched. He brushed his finger up against it and withdrew immediately.

Hakkai began to beg in earnest, he pulled at the chains and writhed. “Stop torturing me!” he barked, for a moment angry and then back to submissive. “Please, please, just do it!”

Sanzo grinned. He pushed the knees apart and stood up to remove his ruined clothing. Hakkai had given him one hell of a thing to explain in the morning. He could only imagine what cock ‘n bull he’d have to tell the priests. He really wanted to torture the demon more-- but he could see that Hakkai wasn’t going to be able to take much more. His bed rail was only so strong.

He settled between those ivy entwined thighs and pushed his cock up to the opening.

The sound of relief and pleasure that Hakkai made as he sank into his body was heaven itself.

Hakkai came almost immediately. Sanzo stared down at the mess on Hakkai’s belly, smeared his fingers through it and held them up to Hakkai’s face to show him. His face said “WTF?” perfectly.

Hakkai looked at the fingers and then back at Sanzo. “Keep going, I’ll come again…” then he reached with his mouth to suck at Sanzo’s fingers.

The sensation of Hakkai’s mouth on his fingers echoed the feeling of his body encasing Sanzo’s cock. While Sanzo rocked into him, the muscles gripped and released him. Hakkai made love to his fingers with his mouth. He sucked and licked, nipped and purred. Sanzo found himself running his fingers over Hakkai’s scarred and smeared belly to watch him clean the cum from his fingers again and again.

When Hakkai did come again, his body clenched down so tightly on Sanzo’s cock that it was almost painful. When he felt that tightening coming, Sanzo had to grab his hips and thrust into him hard to draw every possible sensation he could from Hakkai.

Hakkai cried, tears still dribbling from the corners of his eyes.

“Sanzo, Sanzo…San…zo..” he murmured, a slight smile to his face.

Sanzo kept Hakkai chained to the bed for most of the night. He had Hakkai turn over and did him from behind. Then, he decided he wanted Hakkai’s mouth. It was amazing what a little demon pheromone could do for a human. He couldn’t stop taking the demon if he wanted to. The sight of his cum dripping from Hakkai’s mouth was something he’d never forget.

He kicked Hakkai out before dawn-- not wanting the monks to see him leave. When he finally turned the key in the lock on Hakkai’s bonds, he simply said, “Leave the way you came in.”

He didn’t even wave when he shut the window. Wrecked, he knew he was probably going to sleep most of the day. He’d have to post Goku on monk deflecting duty.

By the time Sanzo ejected him from the window, Hakkai was almost back to normal. On the drive home he had much to think about. How had he come to this? He was about half way home when something happened.

A sensation of heat lanced out and spread across his belly. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it was sudden and surprising and Hakkai nearly drove off the road.

It didn’t immediately go away either- but faded out slowly over the next few minutes.

Hakkai nearly drove off the road a second time when it occurred to him what it was- he’d conceived.

“Oh my god, what the fuck am I gonna do now, Hakuryuu?”

The last thing he’d expected was to know it so immediately. He had better plan.
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