Not quite fully understanding, Hakkai cocked an eyebrow, "I'm right here. And from the looks of it, I'm not going to be going anywhere anytime soon."
Sanzo nodded, "Good." He bent down, moving his face closer to Hakkai's. His vacant eyes seemed to be searching for something on the brunette's features.
"Sanzo?" Hakkai was beginning to get slightly worried about his friend, "Is there something on my face?"
"Yes." Sanzo closed the distance between his lips and Hakkai's. Under him, Hakkai lurched in surprise, bringing up arms of protest to push him back.
"Sanzo!" Hakkai berated, flushing angrily, "What are you doing!?"
"Kissing you," the blonde stated.
"Yes, that I can see," Hakkai said, "What's gotten into you?"
Sanzo leaned down again, pressing his forehead against Hakkai's, "Love." He again brushed lips with the brunette, this time to less resistance.
"Why don't I believe that…?" Hakkai whispered between pauses for breath.
Sanzo shrugged, "Believe what you wish." He stretched out on Hakkai, lowering his head to the brunette's neck, where he placed feather light kisses.
"Sanzo, please," Hakkai was starting to get worried. Sanzo was under some kind of trance. And he didn't know how to wake him. How far would this go? He could already feel Sanzo's hands working at the clasps to his shirt. The blonde seemed determined to finish whatever it was he had set out to do.
The monk had moved his mouth back up over Hakkai's, sliding his hands down the brunette's bared chest. When his lithe fingers passed over the scar on the youkai's stomach, they both froze. Sanzo pulled back, shaking his head as if to clear it. Hakkai grabbed the monk's fingers away from his stomach. "Sanzo, go back to sleep," Hakkai ordered.
"No." Sanzo leaned down again, pressing on Hakkai's lips. The youkai fought this time, trying to push the monk off. Sanzo was too strong at this moment. At any other time, it would have been no problem. Yet, whatever held Sanzo's mind had also increased his physical strength. "Stop struggling," Sanzo murmured, "Isn't this what you want?"
"Not like this," Hakkai gasped, turning his head to the side, "Not like this."
"Then how?" Sanzo placed a short kiss again on Hakkai's mouth, following the movement of the brunette's face.
"Sanzo! Stop it!" Hakkai nearly yelled, putting his arm against Sanzo's chin to prevent any further movement. "Get off. You're not yourself."
"I am."
"No. The Sanzo I know would never show any form of emotion."
"People change at night," Sanzo's eyes were half-lidded. "Don't you want me?"
Hakkai furrowed his brows, his eyes glittering, "Not when you're like this." Now that Sanzo had stopped trying to pry his clothes off, Hakkai found his position almost comfortable. The monk's warmth was pressed against him, fending off the chill of evil in the forest. His breath feathered across Hakkai's cheeks, soothing him more.
Sanzo saw Hakkai relax under him, and even lower his arm. He shifted his body up a few inches to place a kiss on Hakkai's forehead.
"I thought I told you to stop," Hakkai sighed wearily, letting his arm fall onto Sanzo's, his fingers closing around hot skin.
"I don't listen to anyone's orders."
"Yes. I-" Sanzo clamped down on Hakkai's mouth again, this time allowing his tongue to probe through their lips. The youkai stiffened again, clenching his hands around Sanzo's arms.
The monk drew back a fraction of an inch, "Relax."
Hakkai inhaled deeply for breath, "I can't. Something's wr-" Sanzo silenced him yet another time, a bit harder than before. The youkai squirmed beneath him, gripping his arms hard. Hakkai couldn't say that it was painful. He couldn't say that he was uncomfortable. The reason he wasn't fighting as hard as he could have been, was because he had wished for this. For Sanzo to show any kind of emotion at all, whether it be towards him, Goku, or even Gojyo. Traveling with the stoic monk had proved stressful, with Hakkai worrying all the time about Sanzo's silence. Sometimes, Sanzo's grump face could be read as a mask of affection, but other times it was just a mask. A mask covering any feeling. It was frustrating, trying to become close to a stone figure as Sanzo.
The only reason he felt the cold metal circle press against his chest was because a mere second before the spot had been warmed by Sanzo. And the second after he realized it, a shot rang echoed in the glade.