Saiyuki Reload Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Concessions ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Concessions

Author: Shirahime

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Hazel/Sanzo

Word Count: 2,010

Summary: Contains a spoiler or two for Reload manga. When Hazel makes a suggestion, will Sanzo take him up on it to find out what he needs to know?

 

 

In the late afternoon, the trio consisting of Gat, Hazel, and the reluctant Sanzo made their way into the village. Entering the spacious room that had been procured, Sanzo was glad to have the opportunity to sit after what seemed like hours of walking. Tired, Sanzo flopped down onto the couch, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his robes and drawing one out. He eyed Hazel over the burning tip as the other man moved to sit on the couch a foot or so away. He wore that smile that he always did, the smile of a man perpetually up to something.

 

“Are you comfortable, Sanzo?” Hazel asked.

 

Sanzo frowned at the other man as he puffed on his cigarette. “No,” he replied sourly, “My feet are killing me from all that damned walking.”

 

Hazel canted his head to one side, wearing a sympathetic face. “I guess you're not used to so much exercise, what with riding around in that jeep for so long and all.” His blue eyes danced with humor. “I had a feeling that you were the delicate type.”

 

Sanzo's expression somehow managed to darken further. “Hey, what are you trying to imply?” he asked, balling up a fist.

 

“Nothing at all,” Hazel said quickly, putting up his hands to placate the angered priest. Then that smile came back. “You know, I bet I know something that will make you feel right as rain.”

 

Sanzo startled at seeing the man move to sink to the floor in front of him. “What are you doing?” he demanded to know, voice tinged with more panic than he'd intended.

 

Hazel grasped one of his ankles, pulling off Sanzo's black boot with the other. “Making you feel more comfortable, Sanzo.” Blue eyes gazed up into violet. “A foot massage can do wonders.”

 

“I don't know…” Sanzo trailed off as Hazel removed his other boot. The idea of the other man touching him didn't sit well with the monk, especially with the way Hazel was eying him as he started to rub one of his feet. And the fact that Gat had just left the room didn't ease his suspicions.

 

“Oh, come now,” Hazel remarked as he began to work in earnest on the appendage. “Doesn't it feel nice?”

 

Sanzo didn't reply, but began to melt against the couch as he groaned softly. Hazel's smile broadened as his ministrations began to do the trick. “That's it,” he encouraged, noting that Sanzo's eyelids had fallen to half-mast. “There's nothing wrong with seeking a little pleasure and relaxation.”

 

Head resting against the back of the couch, Sanzo's eyes slipped shut as Hazel began to work on his other foot. The monk was mildly surprised that he was allowing the touch. Sanzo had to concede that the other man did have talented hands. Sanzo figured that the least Hazel could do was make himself useful after being a source of such trouble.

 

It wasn't long before those hands were sliding up Sanzo's jean-clad leg underneath his robes, kneading firmly. As an errand hand began to trail up his inner thigh, Sanzo sat bolt upright, grabbing the offending appendage. He glared down into wide blue eyes. “Don't give me that innocent look! What the hell do you think you're doing?!” he demanded.

 

Hazel grinned as he began to crawl up Sanzo's body, looming over him as the monk leaned back against the couch, stiffening. “I would think that it was obvious what I was doing.”

 

“Hey!” Sanzo shouted as he put both hands on the other man's chest, attempting to push him away. Hazel stood firm. “Don't get any strange ideas, bastard, or you won't live for much longer.”

 

“Honestly, Sanzo. There's no need to be so shy. It's fairly clear that you chose me over your other companions,” Hazel insisted. He loomed closer to Sanzo. “I think that it's about time we consummate our new partnership.”

 

The monk shoved him away firmly. “The only reason that I came with you was to get information from you, nothing more.”

 

Hazel pouted. “Must you always be so cold, Sanzo?”

 

“Who told you about the seiten taisei?”

 

A predatory grin gracing his face, Hazel leaned over to place his hands on the back of the couch, boxing Sanzo in. “You don't think that I'll just tell you, do you? I think that you'll have to make it worth my while.”

 

“No,” the monk replied firmly, well aware of what the other man was asking for in return. “Absolutely not. What do I look like? You're propositioning a priest, for goodness sake!”

 

“But you're not exactly the most orthodox priest I've met, with the demon killing and all. Besides,” Hazel said, raising a hand to the side of Sanzo's face, “I think that you're allowed at least one indiscretion after all your years of faithful service to the cause.”

 

Sanzo's eyes widened as that soft hand slid across his cheek. Although he grasped Hazel's wrist, the man still managed to ghost a thumb across his full lips. Blue eyes pierced violet, and Sanzo sat transfixed as thick lashes fluttered shut and soft lips were placed against his. That mouth worked insistently against his until Sanzo found his own lips parting and a tongue darting inside to twirl around his own. Hazel swallowed the monk's sound of surprise, as well as the ensuing moan. He pulled his hand from Sanzo's grasp, and put it to better use as it began to caress a clothed inner thigh.

 

Sanzo panted as Hazel broke the kiss to nip and lap at the column of his throat. His chest heaving, he placed his hands on the other man's shoulders, fully intending to push him away, but somehow Sanzo couldn't move himself to do so. Deft hands began to unfasten his jeans, caressing the growing bulge as it was freed from its prison. The blonde tried to rationalize his acquiescence to Hazel's treatment as a way of obtaining the information that he sought, but part of him knew that this was little more than a pretense.

 

“That's it,” Hazel cooed. “You look so much more beautiful this way, Sanzo, with that flushed pale skin instead of such a disagreeable expression.”

 

Sanzo gazed at him, hoping to fix the man with an angry glare, but it faded away into an expression of want, of need. Hazel captured the monk's mouth in a lingering kiss before sinking to his knees as he pushed up Sanzo's robes, grasping his erection.

 

Sanzo watched speechless as his erection disappeared past Hazel's lips. He gasped at the sensation of moist heat wrapping around him so intimately. The suction that was added had Sanzo arching back against the couch, the moan he'd been holding back finally escaping. Hazel smiled around his length as he felt a hand begin to massage his shoulder.

 

Moaning around Sanzo's member, Hazel slipped his free hand down to fondle his own aching erection. The thought of burying himself inside of the violet eyed beauty, something that had been the focus of many a fantasy since meeting the monk, almost undid him. But he could hold off a little longer, savor this meal, this offering before him.

 

Detaching himself wetly from the blonde's erection, Hazel fisted the stiff flesh with one hand as Sanzo squirmed, drawing the index finger of his other hand into his mouth. After a moment, he lowered the moistened finger to Sanzo's entrance, toying with it. “Tell me, has anyone been here before?”

 

Sanzo gasped as the finger continued to prod him lightly, yielding a strange but pleasurable sensation. “O-of course not,” he answered, annoyed. “What do you think I am?”

 

Hazel smiled as he gave Sanzo's weeping erection a firm squeeze, earning a loud groan from the monk. “Hmm. It seems that you're not as worldly as I thought,” he remarked, grinning. “I think that I prefer it this way.”

 

Blushing, Sanzo watched the other man pull his jeans off, tossing them carelessly beside the couch. His eyes widened as Hazel returned to grasp both naked thighs and push them upwards. “What are you doing?” Sanzo asked, more nervous than he wanted to admit.

 

Hazel smiled up at him. “Well, this is your first time and all, so I want to do my best.” Then he leaned in to lap at the monk's puckered entrance.

 

Sanzo uttered a string of curses as he felt a moist tongue toying with him so intimately. What Hazel was doing, what he was allowing, was so dirty. He knew that he should be ashamed for giving in to his body's urges, for allowing himself to enjoy something so deviant. But the blonde couldn't stop his thighs from trembling as that tongue breached his entrance, or his shameless moans. Sanzo felt as though he'd explode at any moment, but he hovered on the brink and was left aching, his erection throbbing as it leaked.

 

After a few moments, Hazel pulled away to get rid of his own clothing and divest Sanzo of his remaining garments. Sanzo watched him pull a small object out of his discarded clothing, returning to capture his lips once more before trailing down to lap at hardened nipples. It wasn't long before Sanzo felt a moistened digit slowly slip inside of him. A second finger joined to scissor with the first, stretching his passage as he shivered and combed through Hazel's locks with one of his hands. Three fingers left him panting and groaning. Hazel pulled back to stroke lubricant onto his aching erection. Sanzo watched blue eyes close in bliss as the other man pushed into his own fist.

 

Hazel moved back between Sanzo's spread legs. Pulling a thigh up with one of his arms, he positioned himself at the monk's entrance with the other. Insistent pressure soon had him breaching the tight passage as he groaned through gritted teeth. Sanzo growled, biting his lower lip as he was stretched by Hazel's girth. His blunt fingernails bit into Hazel's shoulders where he clutched them. Blue eyes took in the sight of the monk's flushed face and eyes shut tight at Sanzo continued to groan. It wasn't long before Hazel had buried himself completely within the blonde.

 

After a moment's respite, Hazel began a series of deep thrusts that had Sanzo clinging to him for dear life, groaning against a pale shoulder, shuddering breaths escaping with a hiss. Hazel panted as he worked, beads of sweat rolling down his chest. “You feel so good around me,” he remarked breathlessly, “so warm.” Sanzo could only moan in reply.

 

A change in angle had Hazel hitting his mark, Sanzo's head wrenching back as he arched and wailed. The pleasure built inside of his core and the erection that was rubbed between their slick bellies as the pair slid against each other. A few thrusts more, and every muscle in the blonde's body pulled taught, a strangled cry catching in his throat. He splashed their bellies with his essence as he shivered. Hazel only managed another thrust into the monk's tight heat and then he was spilling himself deep within the other man. The pair groaned as they collapsed together onto the couch.

 

Detangling their limbs, the two men slumped against the sofa. Sanzo could hardly muster the energy to move, let alone speak. After a few moments of their heavy breathing being the only sound in the room, Hazel spoke. “I guess this was one way of showing you the benefits of sticking with me.”

 

“I would never hang around with the likes of you,” Sanzo answered. He wanted a cigarette, but ached too much to retrieve the pack from his jeans on the floor. “And what about my question?”

 

“Hmm,” Hazel remarked as he leaned against the arm he had propped up on the back of the couch. “My memory seems to be failing me.” He grinned broadly. “I might need some more reminding.”

 

Sanzo cursed, wishing that he had the energy to retrieve his gun as Hazel began to snuggle against him.

 

 

End