One Shot Smut

The door shut rather hard against the frame. Sanzo paused in tucking his robe down around his waist to arch a quizzical brow in Hakkai's direction. The dark haired man ignored him completely. His teeth were clenched tightly and were grinding together in an obvious sign of irritation. Just what the hell was his problem? The bastard should be grateful to him! He hadn't wanted to stop at this town, but when Hakkai insisted they do so without a trace of a smile he knew it was probably best to agree with the man. He already tolerated the two idiots in back, he didn't want to put up with a sulky driver as well.

Deciding it was none of his business why Hakkai looked pissed off, he took a seat near the window overlooking the early evening street below and pulled out his cigarettes. He could hear Hakkai shuffling around the room, unpacking only what was necessary for the night and using more force than was necessary to do so. Sanzo's head snapped around as a duffle bag was flung rather carelessly down onto the floor, his own ire rising a bit when he realized it was his. "Are you going to throw shit all night or are you going to say what's eating your ass?" he demanded sharply. Not that he cared... but he'd rather not have his possessions ruined because someone was throwing a temper tantrum.

Hakkai gave him a blatantly fake smile, one that wasn't even trying to be civil. It lacked any pretense of warmth and actually accentuated the cold gleam that always seemed to lurk in those too-green eyes. "Why, whatever could you mean?" he asked sarcastically before turning his back on the monk to jerk his tunic open roughly before folding it with sharp movements.

Open displays of hostility were very rare in Hakkai. Normally, he would either keep it to himself or pull out one of those chillingly cheerful smiles before handling it in his own special way. Whatever was getting him to act like this had to be bad. He just couldn't for the life of him think what it was. Nothing at all uncommon came to mind. Hell, even the assassins from Gyumaoh were par for the course! Hakkai had been just fine until a fwe hours ago. Shaking his head, Sanzo decided to let it drop completely. Who really gave a damn so long as he didn't wake up with the same attitude in the morning? He flicked his lighter and began to bring it toward his cigarette.

He hadn't even heard the other man move. One minute, Hakkai was across the room getting changed and the next his hand shot out almost faster than could be seen and snatched the cigarette right from his lips. The breeze caused by his movement put the lighter out completely. Sanzo whirled around and felt his own anger begin to boil hotter as he watched the snapped cigarette fall from Hakkai's fingers. "Start talking now before I shoot you. What the fuck is wrong?"

"I've told you before I don't appreciate you smoking when you share a room with me," Hakkai replied sharply, his tone and the expression on his face backing up the firm order in his words. "I don't care if you wish to kill yourself, but I refuse to let your vices drag me down as well. Not to mention, I just did the laundry and would like to try and go for more than a day without smelling like an ash tray."

Sanzo scoffed at the words and rolled his eyes. They both knew that wasn't even close to why Hakkai was being all pissy. He opened the window a crack and pulled out his cigarettes again.

Slap!

The sting of contact radiated down the back of his hand before pulsing into a slightly numbed state. The cigarette pack went skittering across the ground as Sanzo stood up, glaring fit to kill at the man standing across from him. "You hit me," he stated coldly.

"I asked nicely before, Sanzo. No. Smoking. In. My. Room," Hakkai enunciated slowly, his voice slipping more toward the frigid side.

Two could play the ice game as far as the monk was concerned. Violet eyes narrowed as he took a step closer. "You have ten seconds to tell me what's going on before I start taking shots at you. Just what the hell has you acting so bitchy?"

Hakkai laughed mirthlessly, the sound so bitter that if it were given physical presence Sanzo was sure he'd be bleeding from the cutting quality of it. "Bitchy... I suppose that's appropriate for the mother of the group."

Sanzo's shoulder stiffened at the statement as his mind went over the conversations of the day again. Goku complaining Hakkai was too motherly. Gojyo making some crack about their mom playing referee. Another kappa comment about Hakkai being the bitch... his own comments about that same thing. He felt his lips twist into a smirk before he shook his head slightly. "If this is about your bruised male ego, I don't want to hear about it. Suck it up and-,"

"-Just go back to being the bitch that I am. Is that what you were going to say?" Hakkai interupted.

The monk shrugged, the gesture one of neutrality. "Your choice of words, not mine. Just remember, you get treated how you allow others to treat you."

"That's not at all true, Sanzo. Just because I act as the sole responsible member of this group-"

"My ass you're the sole-,"

"-Does not give any of you the right to strip me of my masculinity. Do you honestly think I like performing these so-called wifely duties day in and day out? I do it because none of you are man enough to step up and do it! And, if you expect me to continue in this capasity, a little more respect is in order."

Sanzo heard the truth in some of what Hakkai was saying, however his mind was still on his red hand and the cigarette crushed on the floor. Hakkai had struck him. He wasn't about to let that just slide. He felt the smirk slide into a sneer as he returned Hakkai's cold glare with one of his own.."Whatever you say... mommy."

He didn't react fast enough. He couldn't react fast enough, rather. Hakkai was youkai and incredibly swift for even one of those. Sanzo managed to get his hand on his gun and was half way into a spin that would carry him around to face the other man when he felt long fingers curl around his wrist and twist sharply. He grunted but remained holding his gun. Hakkai jerked hard on his arm, moving behind him in a smooth pivoting motion. Sanzo started to turn with the movement in an attempt to keep the other man facing him but Hakkai was simply too quick. Before he knew it, he had his gun and armed pinned up along his spine, one of Hakkai's arms locked around his neck and a khaki clad leg positioned in such a way as to trip him if he struggled. Hakkai carefully kept his body positioned away from Sanzo's free arm, thus saving himself an elbow jab to the kidneys.

Sanzo struggled, gritting his teeth at the sharp stabs of pain radiating down his arm as he did so. He couldn't use his gun, not without taking some of himself in the process. He didn't think he'd necessarily need it anyway. While Hakkai was being a pain in the ass, something in the way the he pinned the monk's movements said that he wasn't going to kill anyone. He turned his head as much as he could in the awkward positioning until he could feel Hakkai's hot breath moving along his lower jaw and lips. "Are you done with the pissing match yet?" he mocked. The arm around his throat tightened just a bit, a warning to keep his mouth shut. "The kids are going to wonder what's going on in here."

"You really do have a death wish, don't you, Sanzo?" Hakkai asked back, his lips curving into the slightest of bitter smiles.

Sneering over his shoulder while effectively trapped was a very hard thing to do, but he managed it all the same. He wasn't about to let this bastard win, no matter what position he was in. He was tired of traveling, tired of idiots and edging closer to down right pissed over Hakkai's dominance display. "If your feelings were that hurt by the comments, you should have said something earlier."

"And that would have solved the problem for today. This has been addressed before, and has been ignored. I want permanent resolution that I am no one's bitch."

"So what, you plan on holding me hostage all night? You're only going to piss Goku off by doing that. Your red headed husband won't give a shit unless it keeps you from his bed." He was being deliberately cruel, but what did Hakkai expect? The bastard was holding him against his will!

Sanzo hissed as his arm was pulled at a sharper angle, one that eliminated any idea of struggling from his head. To do so would break his arm in a very nasty way. He didn't feel like going through that agony again, not over Hakkai's little snit. A knock came to the door, followed closely by Gojyo's voice calling through the wood. "Yo, everything okay in there? Goku said he thought he heard a fight."

Whatever Sanzo was about to say was quickly silenced as Hakkai moved the arm around his throat up to cover his mouth instead. A surge of outrage broke through him at the movement and prompted him to sink his teeth hard into that arm. He was done screwing around with this bullshit. He wasn't about to cater to Hakkai's ego, and he was not going to just sit back and let the other man get away with this either. His teeth closed down harder as Hakkai tightened his arm around his jaw. Something warm and metalic hit his tongue, causing him to realize he'd made the green eyed youkai to bleed. There was a scrap of sympathy or remorse for doing so. "Sanzo just realized he was out of cigarettes and is unhappy I won't be going for more until after dinner," Hakkai called back with a convinsingly cheerful laugh. Damn him, his voice didn't once show any of the pain he had to feel at having someone's teeth in his arm! He bit down just a little harder, taking the threat of ripping a piece of his arm out to a new level.

Hakkai's leg went into action, taking him effectively off his feet. Sanzo yelped and sucked in a sharp his of breath as his shoulder was jerked hard. The man at his back had let up just enough so that it didn't break from the sudden drop but it was definately numbnow . A black cotton covered arm was returned to around his throat, arching his neck back over a lean thigh to not only disable any speach but making the threat of snapping his neck very real. Due to the sharp angle as well as the arm digging into his larynx, talking was not an option. He managed a few choked curses and a glare that was ruined due to tears of strain from being locked in this new, very uncomfortable position.

"Why do I feel the need to call BS?" Gojyo continued, his voice catching a wary edge. Hn... the kappa wasn't as stupid as he normally portrayed himself.

The laugh that came from the furious youkai choking him was full of sunshine and daisies. It was the eeriest thing to see the cold anger seering through the eyes and such a pleasant sound coming from the cruelly smiling lips. "If this were BS, you'd have a handful of cards," Hakkai replied amiably. "However, if you wish to explore for yourself..."

The footsteps moving away from the door were rapid and made promise of not returning for a while. Damn it, so much for any hopes of being interupted! Hakkai waited until a door further down the hall closed before letting out a relieved little sigh and easing his hold around the blonde's neck enough to make breathing a little easier. The first thing Sanzo did once he was done coughing and managed to get a breath that was fairly stable into his lungs was to shoot a murderous glance up at his captor and wheeze out, "Fucking... bastard!"

The knee on the back of his neck pressed in just a little sharper, reminding him he was still at the other man's mercy. "Really, Sanzo, all this bravado is rather embarassing for you, don't you think? We both know the likelyhood of you freeing yourself from my hold is not very good. However, if you're in the mood to scrap your pride, you could always apologize for the mother comments earlier."

"Not a chance! I stand by what I said; you get treated how you allow yourself to be treated. If you don't want to be a bitch, then step up and stop letting them."

The hand that curved around his cheek was almost gentle in its caress, but he knew those long, slim fingers weren't stroking his skin in such a caring manner to be nice. Hakkai was in one of his dangerous moods right now, and that perceived gentleness was a blatant threat. Sanzo's mind began racing over possible ways to escape the position he was in. Hakkai had youkai strength and speed on his side, as well as chi blast. The chi could be taken out of the equation since he didn't think this power display was intended to end in death. However, the strength and speed issue were-

His thoughts all came to a screeching halt when he felt a hard mouth press against his, followed closely by the wet swipe of a much softer tongue. Wait... youkai speed... was Hakkai actually... Sanzo's eyes snapped open wide, meeting the darlky amused green eyes of the man kissing him from a distance that was far too close for normal comfort. He pushed as much as he could in the awkward angle he was being held, trying to shove that damned... hot... Shit, was Hakkai really supposed to kiss like that? Despite his mental defenses (which were quickly being gagged, shoved in a closet and locked up by the erection pushing against his jeans) still arguing that the man was too close, that this wasn't what he wanted and there was no way in hell Hakkai was going to top him, he couldn't seem to stop himself from moaning ever so slightly against the tongue twisting around his.

Hakkai used the grip still on his arm and his leg to help get Sanzo back on his feet, the movement surprisingly smooth and without disrupting the kiss. A grunt was yanked from the blonde's throat as he was suddenly slammed up into the wall, both hands quickly snatched and pinned between their chests with one of Hakkai's hands. Sanzo hissed as the green eyed youkai's other hand went exploring further south, cupping him through his jeans and rubbing with just enough pressure to dance the line between painful and fucking fantastic. His head fell back against the wall as he arched into the touch, a strange gasping sound coming from him. Vaguely, the need to still fight and run was somewhere in the back of his mind, but compared to Hakkai's hand on his cock and the intensely dark look in his eyes... who really gave a shit about getting free? What was he supposed to do anyway, run and tell Gojyo and Goku that Hakkai had just groped him to the point of tenting? Hell, no! Besides, he knew deep down this was still a matter of dominance for Hakkai. He was not about to admit defeat to anyone, no matter how wonderfully skilled their mouth was at sucking on his earlobe.

So, the best defense was to have a solid offense. Fine, Hakkai wanted to play dirty? He could do that. Sanzo curved his head forward into Hakkai's shoulder, his own mouth finding and latching onto the erratically pulsing heart beat just under the ivory surface of the other man's skin. The reaction it had on Hakkai was like touching a live wire to water. One minute, he tensed up and the next he was jerking the belt on Sanzo's jeans free with one hand. Sanzo cursed the man inwardly over having such a secure grip on his hands. He wanted to return the favor of cock teasing to the brunette. No matter, there were other body parts he could use to the same effect. Shifting slightly against the other, Sanzo maneuvered himself so that his thigh was wedged between Hakkai's. A slight adjustment upward made Hakkai draw back from another nerve-frying kiss to gasp, eyes widening as he ground himself against Sanzo's thigh. The surprise quickly shifted into understanding, which then morphed into a challenging smirk that was tinged over with burning lust. Hakkai understood that the challenge for who was top was still very much on.

Using the grip on his wrists, Hakkai spun Sanzo away from the wall in a dizzyingly swift motion that the monk just barely kept up with. Lips met, tongues fought and teeth nipped in a frenzy of kisses that didn't allow either of them to win control. Each thrust of Hakkai's tongue was met with equal force by Sanzo. Each article of clothing removed by the blonde was removed as well by the brunnette. Hakkai was steering Sanzo closer and closer to the nearest bed, intent on tripping him over the mattress edge to put him underneath. Sanzo allowed the movement to continue until the very last second, right when he felt the back of his knees hit the cushion. Hakkai gave a sharp shove... and Sanzo locked his arms around his neck before twisting mid fall. He didn't quite get Hakkai under him, but at least the other man wasn't on top. Their bodies came together at almost the same moment their mouthes did, their chests pressing tightly as their cloth covered hips ground hard into the other.

The first touch of heated flesh to heated flesh, made possible by the fact that both their flies were wide open and their pants pushed down just enough to free their cocks, caused both of them to pause and their backs to stiffena little in shock. They both drew back from the kiss, pausing to look in slight wonder at the other's face. Sanzo was first to reach for a cock, gripping Hakkai's firmly and rubbing his thumb through the small collection of fluid just beginning to leak out. "You're not topping me," he insisted, lust flooding through his entire body and pulsing into his erection hard when Hakkai's eyes rolled briefly back. The green eyed man's hips were rotating into his grip. So much for being domi-

Oh... holy shit!

Hakkai's eyes opened slowly, so dark now they almost appeared black. His long fingers had wrapped around Sanzo's cock and were doing an entirely too delicious twisting motion between strokes. "Then we have a problem, because you most certainly are not topping me," he replied before leaning in for a passionate kiss.

Sanzo responded to the kiss, sucking on the tongue that was pushed between his lips. Hakkai shuddered before groaning at the action and encouraging more of it by plunging his tongue in harder and faster. Trying to keep the pleased smirk from crossing his lips, the monk began to slowly push Hakkai onto his back, hoping the other man was too distracted to notice or care. It was working perfectly as Hakkai lay back and curled his free arm around Sanzo's back. There was a token protest when the other man finally realized that he was, indeed, on bottom but it died quickly when Sanzo sat back between his legs and jerked his khakis off completely. His own jeans followed next before his mouth began exploring the wirey muscles of Hakkai's body.

His tongue flicked against a dark nipple, causing Hakkai to hiss. That hiss turned into a cut-off scream when his teeth closed carefully on it before placing a hard suck to the pink skin. Sanzo repeated it on the other nipple, his hands slipping under Hakkai's arched back to bring him closer to his mouth. A protesting little whimper came when he abandoned both nipples altogether. Grabbing both of Hakkai's hands, Sanzo ran them up the pale body grinding away beneath his until they reached the pinkened nubs of flesh. Hakkai didn't need any further instructing and instantly began pinching and plucking at his nipples. Gods... that was such a sight. Hakkai, all flushed and eager for him, those elegant fingers rubbing over his freshly sucked nipples... and a rather impressive cock weeping at the tip for some attention.

Meeting Hakkai's lust glazed eyes, Sanzo placed a line of chaste kisses down the middle of his abdomen, pausing to suck along the ridge of each narrow hip while carefully avoiding the knotted scar tissue. He could smell the arousal coming from just a scant few inches lower. He didn't need to finish what Hakkai started, not really. After all, he'd already proven Hakkai could never top him. But when that musky, salty scent caught his nose... he decided to drive that fact home once and for all. He gripped the base of Hakkai's rigid, burning dick with one hand before licking a slow circle around the head only, tasting the thick saltiness that was beginning to come more readily. Hakkai jerked off the bed harshly, catching his lower lips between his teeth to keep from screaming. Smirking at the reaction, Sanzo parted his lips and began to slide his mouth down Hakkai's shaft.

"Wait... God... wait, Sanzo!"

He paused at the desperate words, arching an impatient brow as Hakkai gasped and tried to find enough voice to speak. Hakkai reached down and tugged on his shoulders, trying to pull him further up. "Turn around. I want a taste, too," the brunette pleaded, one hand sliding to Sanzo's hip to try and encourage the complete reversal of position. It took only a moment longer to catch on before he shifted and swung one leg around so that his knees were by Hakkai's shoulders and his cock was dangling above parted, gasping lips. Each puff of air along his shaft seemed almost cool in comparison with his heated flesh and the contrast of temperatures made a delighted shiver run down his spine. He felt thin, moist lips close over his head just as he returned his mouth to the cock standing at perfect attention and very nearly choked at the feel of it. Sucking cock while being sucked off was a good thing, he decided. He began working Hakkai fast and hard, intent on making the other man climax first before ploughing his ass well and good. Hakkai returned to same eager attention, pausing every few sucks to tease his balls with tongue and lips.

Then, he felt something he hadn't expected. Something that made him cry out around the thick flesh filling his mouth and throat. It started out with a slender finger probing gently at his ass before he was aware of a change in aural energy in the room. It was just a small change, but he knew right away that Hakkai had summoned some chi. The minute that gentle, relaxing warmth followed the light probing of the finger in his ass, it felt like his entire body had been whipped by lightning and desire. He'd known that chi was a very versatile tool... but he'd never known it could be this versatile! He could feel that glow spreading carefully in his ass, stretching him and relaxing his muscles at the same time. It took everything he had not to start thrusting into Hakkai's unnaturally skilled mouth. He could feel all the heat and pressure beginning to tighten low in his stomach, felt the familiar light-headedness starting to creep in that signified he was close to blowing his load. Shit, not before Hakkai came! Sanzo pulled his mouth off of Hakkai's cock to turn around and begin fucking him into the mattress...

Only to find himself suddenly face down on the bed with the weight of another body on top and a hard, spit slicked cock pushing at his hole. "What the... FUCK!" Sanzo's protests and outrage at being shoved into the submissive position suddenly became completely irrelavent when Hakkai hit his prostate, sending sparks flying through his system. He swore he came close to blacking out with pleasure when a tiny bit of chi brushed along the stimulated gland and made the pleasure multiply at least three fold. He didn't stop the hands grasping his hips and repositioning him with his ass in the air and his chest to the mattress. He didn't give a damn when he felt Hakkai's teeth nip the back of his neck. He most certainly couldn't have given two shits over the fact that his hips were shifting restlessly for more. What mattered was the drowning lust and getting it taken care of as quickly as possible.

Hakkai didn't wait in getting straight at it either. He immediately took up a hard, merciless rhythme of hips that set the bed springs to creaking and shook the whole bed frame. Each thrust was accompanied by more chi energy until Sanzo was vaguely aware of a thin, rather high moaning sound that was (embarassingly, he would admit later) coming from him. In this instance, dominance be damned! He wanted... no, he needed... Hakkai to fuck him. He was so close to the edge from the chi manipulation combined with the firm thrusts in his ass that the minute Hakkai's fingers curled around his cock, adding just a touch of chi to create an inviting warmth, he screamed and came so hard it was almost painful. His head snapped back so fast he was certain he had whiplash and everything in the room faded away in a wash of absolute bliss shortly before he heard Hakkai growl near his ear. Teeth sank into his neck, carefully controled so that they didn't break the skin, before he felt Hakkai come in his ass for what felt like an eternity. The dark haired man released his neck and collapsed next to him with a shaky gasp of air.

Both of them lay tangled together in a sweaty heap, neither one seeming capable of moving. Sanzo was the first to start groping for his boxers and jeans, hissing as his face contorted in one of extreme discomfort. Every muscle in his ass and lower back were throbbing now, the after effects of very rough sex. It wasn't bad really... but riding in the Jeep in the morning was going to be absolute hell. And askign Hakkai to fix him up with some chi was flat out. He was NOT about to admit that perhaps the sex was a little too rough. Carefully so as not to cause more discomfort than necessary, he sat up and began dressing again. He wanted nicotine. Amazing sex required nicotine, and possibly a couple drinks, afterward. Standing made new aches appear, and the short walk to the window brought out still more. "We're staying here tomorrow," he announced. There was no way in heaven or hell he was riding in a Jeep in this condition.

"Sorry, I guess my brilliant idea didn't work quite as planned," Hakkai said in a tone of voice that said he really wasn't as sorry as the words implied. If anything, he sounded down right smug. The bastard... "I don't normally carry lube with me, so I thought maybe using some chi might help you relax a little."

"It's not the lack of lube, Hakkai. We fucked. It's suppose to feel like this afterward." He wasn't about to tell the other man that everytime he moved now, all he could think about was what exactly had made him sore to begin with. And the use of chi... he made a mental note to see if it was possible for Hakkai to channel the energy through his mouth. A blow job from a very talented mouth plus the use of chi energy... It was enough to get his dick half hard just thinking about it.

"Ah, I see." There was a pause in which Sanzo could have sworn he heard an evil little chuckle. The next words out of Hakkai's mouth almost made him drop his cigarette right out the window. "I told you it wasn't possible for you to top me. And, if we're following your logic, since you allowed me to treat you like a bitch... I guess that means you are."

Sanzo snarled and took a drag on his cigarette to keep from reaching for his gun and painting the room in Hakkai brain matter. If it weren't for the fact that the other man fucked like a pro, he probably would have. An idea flitted through his head which prompted a smirk of his own as he glanced over his shoulder at the other man just then getting up from the bed. "Who says you topped me? Maybe I let you fuck me."

The resulting surprise on Hakkai's face was almost as fulfilling as the physical release he'd just had moments before. He turned back toward the window before Hakkai could catch the little smile on his lips. From now until the next time they screwed around, that little doubt would be rattling around in the green eyed youkai's busy little head. And next time... He'd just have to prove that he was more than capable of dominating Hakkai.