The Games We Play
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Genjo Sanzo had always been the dominant one. He is a Sanzo, mind you. You don't mess with a Sanzo and his cosmic powers without dealing some damage, i.e., getting a bullet lodged in your 'idiotic, perverse brain'.
So, Sanzo thought. Here he was, spread-eagled on the bed. And, if he might so sweetly add, way out of his preferred position for the very first time.
So.
Why the fuck was Hakkai suddenly getting ALL the control?
He had absolutely no idea how this man-turned-youkai even managed to climb on top of him. And if being non-dominant was bad enough, it was just downright disturbing for the monk that he was enjoying it. Fucking enjoying it.
But he won't go that quietly, of course, being the Sanzo-houshi-sama that he was. He needed to put up a little protest. Even if every inch of him just wanted things to stay the way they were.
"Hakkai." Gasp.
"Hm?"
"What the--shit--what the fuck are you doing?"
The youkai paused, and Sanzo stifled the needy groan that was rumbling up his throat.
A chuckle. "I'm helping you relax, Sanzo. You were getting too worked up, and… well, too much tension isn't really that healthy, ne?"
And Sanzo was about to quip something back, but then Hakkai did the most wonderful thing.
He smiled.
And it was the kind of smile that Sanzo only sees when Hakkai dreams good dreams. It was the stupid little smile that makes Sanzo do stupid things he thought he wasn't even capable of. Like taking the role of the 'pretty, effeminate submissive', for example. But if it was Hakkai and his wonderful set of curious hands who gets to take over his job... well, that would be a different story.
Besides, Sanzo mused, he can take that dominant role any time of the day. For now, it's about getting fucked. And as ridiculous as it may sound, Sanzo knows that every fuck was worth it, with all the stupidly beautiful things Hakkai could give in return.
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y-junkie: I love an aggressive Sanzo. But I guess it wouldn't hurt if he goes cutely passive once in a while...