It happened so quickly that he did not even have time to register Hakkai's movement before it was all over. In an instant of motion, strong hands seized him, the room spun past his eyes in a blur as he was lifted from his feet for a moment, and suddenly Gojyo was struggling to catch his breath as Hakkai's weight slammed into his back, pinning him against the wall.

"Hgnh!" The soft grunt came on the hanyou's forcibly expelled breath. There was a sharp burning pain in his left shoulder; Hakkai had twisted his arm up behind him, his intensified grip holding it fast. The rough plaster of the wall abraded unprotected flesh where it contacted with Gojyo's cheek and chest. He could feel every inch of the other man, a heated, unforgiving musculature that held him fast.

A low, throaty sort of growl mingled with Hakkai's hot breath against his neck and ear; shivers chased each other down his spine until his knees grew weak. He was glad, for a moment that he was pinned so ingloriously between Hakkai and the wall. He might just have collapsed, were it not for that. It would not do to show that kind of weakness at such a time.

Hakkai breathed in the fragrance of his lover, now seemingly so clean. It was a poor illusion of innocence masking Gojyo's betrayal, a melon-scented lie. He could still smell the woman, a cloying odor of vanilla, too sweet, lurking low down, close to the skin. Something in Hakkai snapped, descending into anger, yielding to the pain that would devour human restraint.

Hakkai squeezed his eyes shut as a shudder wracked him. The desire to exact vengeance upon Gojyo's flesh was strong, intoxicating. It came with a depth of conviction that nearly overpowered his concern for the hanyou, and shook him to the core. He struggled to wield his last tiny sliver of control, to subdue this compulsion before it swelled to consume him, and Gojyo got hurt. He did give some rein to the less dangerous urge to torment.

Gojyo remained crushed tight between Hakkai and the wall. The youkai withdrew a little, sliding his right arm up, under Gojyo's, and across his torso to cup over his left shoulder. Clutching the larger man in this iron embrace, Hakkai pulled him back off the wall as well. He reveled in the slightly rough texture of Gojyo's skin against his own, the silken touch of his damp hair where it fell between them.

"Mmm…you've behaved very badly, love," Hakkai purred into Gojyo's ear, enjoying the way the hanyou's body shuddered against him. He pressed his mouth to the tender juncture of neck and shoulder, nipping in a way that might have been playful, if it had not drawn blood. That obnoxious scent hit him again, firing his rage. His voice was a low bass growl. "I can still smell her on you, Gojyo. The whore's perfume doesn't suit you. "I can feel her reeking touch all over you: here," a sharp nail trailed across bare chest, "and here," down taut abdominal muscles, "and here," strong grip between the legs.

Gojyo winced at this, and Hakkai's lips curled into a satisfied little smile before he released his hold. He put his hand on the other man's waist and curled his fingers until he felt his nails bite into soft flesh. He was rewarded with a soft grunt and the tightening of muscles beneath his touch.

"Did she give you what you were after? Scream your name? She come for you, Gojyo? Was she good? Soft, and tight and sweet?" Suddenly his voice hardened, edged with steel, "Was she worth it?"

"Gods, no," Gojyo managed to gasp out. It was absolute truth, and he could only hope that Hakkai's current state would not dull his ability to sense that. This was not exactly what he had been expecting when he had appropriated Hakkai's limiter, though it was not enough to make him sorry he had. Hakkai's nails, razor sharp now, despite not having grown much past his fingertips, had left red, burning welts in their wake. Throughout his life, he had sought pain again and again as a way to excise his demons; this was a path he knew well.

Gojyo's hands stole up to rest on Hakkai's right arm, where it crossed his chest. He did not try to pry the youkai's arm away, simply moving with it as the youkai's hand slid down and across, tracing his collarbone until it came to rest around his throat. Later it would amaze him that his trust in Hakkai ran so deep that even in that moment, his only fear was for the possibility of losing the best thing he had ever known.

Hakkai's fingers tightened to hamper Gojyo's breath. When he swallowed, he could feel his adam's apple slide across the width of the other man's palm. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat, and his vision became a little more pronounced, more delineated somehow. This was not something he had ever experienced, from either end. It was inexplicably pleasant in his current abject state; it felt like surrender and atonement. Hakkai was pleased with his passivity, if his low chuckle was any indicator.

"I should like to remind you, my love," deep, even tones caressed his ear in a swirl of hot breath, "that you came to me. You came to my bed. You gave yourself to me You chose to be mine, and no one takes what is Mine."