Rating: PG 13
Notes: Mind Games. Time allowed: 30 min. Time taken: 29, before corrections. (Btw, what does it take to get a tag as an author here?)
All it took was one look. An insinuative glance, in the perfect setting, would go completely unnoticed by their boisterous companions and provide just the right amount of discomfort to his target.
Sanzo was more aware of it than he wanted to be, and the look on Hakkai's face was setting him on edge. What the hell does he want with eyes like that? It wasn't a question Sanzo actually intended to ask. He already knew the answer.
His body language betrayed his distress, whether he was aware of it or not. Although, Hakkai was sure that he actually was aware of it, probably. This was Sanzo, after all. Aware or not, he was much too honest to hide his distress. You could literally see the muscles in his shoulders tense and the scowl wrinkling his face. A pity, that. It was such a nice face when he didn't frown so vehemently. Every movement that he made was stiff and awkward, as though his entire body was in the thrall of his emotional state. It really was amusing, and Hakkai found no end of fascination in it. Sanzo was so unlike him, after all.
Stop staring already, was the unspoken command. I already know what you want, so knock it off! Sanzo refrained from coming to a conclusion, whether it be and act of defiance or an admission of defeat. His thoughts simply expressed annoyance with the situation and wished for it to end; preferably, as quickly as possible. Much to his irritation, the taunts persisted. Damn stubborn bastard! Fine, we'll do it tonight. He got up from the table and passed by Hakkai's chair, his words nothing more than a faint whisper as he walked by.
"My room. Two hours."
Hakkai smirked. He couldn't help it. It was a good thing Goku was too busy trying to pull a spring roll out of Gojyo's hands to ask what he was smiling for. He waited while the others finished eating, washed the cups and dishes, wiped the table clean and scoured the counters. That didn't even take a half an hour, so he found a book and wandered off to his room.
Sanzo scowled, and smoked, and waited, and scowled some more. Demanding and impatient bastard. Anything to keep him from focusing on the fact the he was actually anxious. It had been almost a week since their last inn.
As the time neared, Hakkai found it difficult to pay attention to the words printed on the pages of his book. His anticipation was growing, and so was his arousal. Sometimes even the wait itself counted as foreplay. If he could convince Sanzo of the assumption, then perhaps they could proceed directly to penetration with minimal preparation and no unnecessary coddling. Yes. That would most likely be an acceptable proposition for both parties. When the last second of the two-hour block ticked away he set his book down on the table and walked away.
The pert and all-too-polite rap on the door made Sanzo groan... in annoyance, he convinced himself.
The ever-present smirk was there as Hakkai slid silently into the room.
"Are you ready?"
"Tch, I can handle anything you could possibly throw at me."
"Such a blunt answer... and coming from someone who is so practiced in denial."
"Do you want to die?"
"Just a little."
The hands behind Hakkai's back pushed the door closed and turned the lock.