Hakkai is waiting alone in the dark. The sound of rain is loud in his ears, louder now than it ever was. Waiting, because he knows what is coming. He knows, and he hates it, but he feels that he deserves it. They both deserve all of it. When he finally comes in, Hakkai knows that he is drunk, though that is a given, these days. Fumbling in the dark, the familiar sound of robes swishing to the floor, and Hakkai squeezes his eyes shut because he does not need to see this. He has seen it before, and he knows too well the pain that he will see in the other's eyes; pain that mirrors his own, and from which neither may have respite. Suicide may have been easier, but that comfort has never been what these men are about and so, it just never happened that way. Instead, it is this...this game of waiting and watching, of rain and the sounds of their deaths in these survivors' ears. And so, Hakkai waits for the inevitable weight creaking down onto the bed beside him. He grinds out Sanzo's name, and gets only a grunt in reply. It is always like this; Hakkai always tries to stop it, but he never succeeds, because he knows this is what he deserves for letting them all die. Sanzo is still here, but he is also gone, somehow. A long-fingered, calloused hand covers Hakkai's mouth, as Sanzo bites down on his ear. One limiter comes off, caught between Sanzo's teeth, and aggression fills Hakkai, just as the sour smell of sake fills his senses. Another bite, another limiter gone, and now Hakkai can only sit inside himself and cry out silently for the pain that they are both about to endure. The youkai takes over, and though he is still not the aggressor, he has claws and teeth, and now he does not mind using them. Foreplay is for lovers, and the time for that is a long distant memory for both of them. Sanzo had come to this room ready, with lube in his hand. Hakkai listens almost eagerly for the hated sound of Sanzo's single concession toward safety. Abruptly, he rolls on top of Hakkai, and pushes the head of his cock against Hakkai's entrance. There is no preparation and no sound from either of them as Sanzo shoves indelicately inside, and receives a matched set of eight freely bleeding cuts down his back in return. One bites, the other bites back, blood flows between them and Sanzo thrusts harshly, painfully inside, as the tears roll down his cheeks, falling to mingle with those on Hakkai's face. At the end they both cry out, once, as they always do...and the names they call are not each other's. Indeed, they belong to no one who exists in this world any more.