[Note: This snippet is slightly different, in that it is 5 x 3 and 5 x 8]
Taking Advantage
I love the rain. Sanzo and Hakkai hate it. I love the rain because it drives them to me. Only on rainy nights might I get that sharp rap on my door and open it to find Sanzo staring at me with sullen violet eyes. Or maybe a hesitant knock, to which I'd open and be greeted by Hakkai with a smile just about ready to shatter.
On rainy nights I comfort them. I take them into my room, my darkness, and sometimes my bed. The low sound of my voice in their ears, making ridiculous promises and dropping soothing words that mean nothing, and my breath drown out the sound of the rain. Then I escort them easily into a mind-numbing world of pleasure and need, where nothing of the past matters, only the impossibly frantic present.
Sanzo, though he tries to bite his lip to muffle it, will moan deeply, his voice filled with pent-up frustration and needle-like pain that has been stabbing him his entire life.
Hakkai sighs, his breath sweet and slow, conveying all the relief he never feels and the guilty depths of tattered soul.
They are both only music to me, fuel for my fire, and I manipulate them to delight me and satisfy my hunger. Even so, I really do wish to make all their problems disappear, even if it is only for a night. I pity them both for being unable to let go of the past and for coming to someone like me for consolation. I can't help them, but being greedy and selfish, I'll pretend I can and continue to give them false hope while they give me what I desire.
I love the rain. I am an insensitive bastard.