I decided with my new story outline to add Zen's perspective as well, mainly because Hakka can get boring after a while and I thought it would be nice to get into Zen's head for a bit however little of it we can understand that it.
Once more I own nothing of the characters.
Zen was insulted; no one- NO ONE- ever rejected him. It was like a rule of nature, he seduced, they enjoyed, Zen gained from their pleasure. How simple could it be? And this man just broke every rule there was. However insulted Zen was internally, his cool exterior never once was trembled.
The door to the bathroom slammed and the click of the lock ensured the Hakka didn't know what he wanted. Did he think that Zen was stupid? He might not remember his past, but he sure as hell knew what his present was. Did Hakka think that Zen didn't noticed the bulge so evident from his pants, or did he think that he didn't see the lust in his eye? Zen saw it all and knew that Hakka would be his; it was only a matter of time.
Zen, however impatient and rash, knew how to wait for something like this.
He chuckled at the box of condoms that Hakka had bought earlier that day. Hakka knew his favorite brand and everything. Zen found it funny that Hakka got to know this about him, but he never bothered to learn anything about the mysterious doctor. Zen heard the shower water turn on and tensed up, what was that man going to do in the shower? Why try to hide then make an obvious attempt to tease. Hakka didn't make any sense, his whole existence and willingness to help didn't add up. The pacifist joining him, why turn evil so easily? The man he thought he originally met was slowly turning into a fraud.
Zen smirked, all the more reason to seduce him. People tend to give up information a lot easier in a spout of ecstasy than an interrogation over dinner. Zen had questions that needed answers, and Hakka was just the man to answer them.
Zen laid back in the bed and pulled out a magazine to read while his "partner" showered up. Zen was nearly done reading his second article that he wasn't interested in when Hakka emerged out of the bathroom hair still damp. Zen didn't even bother to glance at him or the scowl on his face that he emerged with.