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Disclaimer: Saiyuki and characters belong to Kazuya
Minekura and the Lord Jesus Christ. Now that I�ve offended everyone, on with
the fic!

Goku was
sitting outside on the small porch at the front of the inn when he finally took
a look around. It was getting later into the night, more drunks staggering by
in the dark street, screaming and falling down while Goku just watched. It was
worse inside the inn, people drinking more than usual because of the mysterious
ghosts and unexplained incidents that were still going on after Sanzo had
fallen. Goku hadn�t seen any for himself, but he had felt that same creepy,
not-quite-evil presence that had been there when Sanzo started shaking again.
It was better to sit outside and listen to these strangers yell, sing, and
fight than deal with the two he�d been working with lately. Hakkai had been bad
enough at breakfast, managing to piss Sanzo enough to walk out of the room- and
Sanzo never walked unless he absolutely had to, not even choosing to get
out of the front seat of the Jeep when they went in to check if rooms were
available in the latest town they drove into. He had even called Sanzo
�San-chan,� something that Goku hadn�t ever even imagined trying himself! Sanzo
would have beaten him bloody for it, even though Hakkai had assured Goku many
times before that he was the monk's favorite after the latest rage. Gojyo
hadn�t been so bad after Sanzo had fainted, playing cards with Goku and joking
warmly, almost making it fun enough to forget the fact that Sanzo was lying in
the bed next to them, still as death. Goku didn�t like this new hobby of
Sanzo�s at all�nor what anyone was doing to make him better.

Goku had
always thought of Gojyo as someone he could look up to; take away all the
alcohol and the giggling women he walked upstairs. He had always been
dependable before, despite it all, and Goku had never thought twice when Gojyo
had his back in the middle of a fight. He could trust the perverted river
kappa- or least had. Goku hated how those words were echoing in his
ears, the way he was starting to imagine what could have possibly happened. It
was impossible to not think about it: what Sanzo must have been going
through to get involved in something like�well, Goku �t r�t really sure. Gojyo
had said that he�d �screwed� Sanzo, but that was usually only between a boy and
a girl. Even though the doctor, along with countless others, had mistaken Sanzo
for a woman, looks were as far as the similarity went. They were all guys, they
all had something hanging between their legs, and Goku really didn�t understand
how the two of them could have had any �fun� together. First, Sanzo didn�t like
bothersome relationships, being annoyed, being touched, and thousands of other
things that Gojyo did everyday. Second, it was physically impossible. Goku had
seen Gojyo before and it was like looking at a much larger animal�s, and Sanzo
certainly didn�t have a hole eno enough to fit it. And for some reason, he just
couldn�t picture Sanzo on top of Gojyo-�

Goku
screamed aloud to stop his thoughts, throwing his hands in his hair and pulling
in frustration. The few people that were still sober enough to care as they
passed by gave Goku strange, slightly frightened looks. A man that had stepped
out onto the porch to light up a fresh cigarette in his mouth turned right back
around and went inside. Goku dropped his gaze down to his lap, frowning and
trying to decide what to do next. Everything sup supposed to be better since
Hakkai was awake. Hakkai was supposed to fix Sanzo and speak to Gojyo along
with the rest of the inn�s staff and make everything go back to normal. Hakkai
had made things sound so simple, giving Goku an order for the kitchen that just
sounded better than what the doctor had said. Goku already felt like there was
nothing to worry about, able to leave Sanzo alone because he knew that Hakkai
would watch him. Goku had been instinctively feeling that Gojyo couldn�t be
trusted anymore even then, no matter what Sanzo did, or more typically, didn�t
say. He had hoped that Hakkai understood that as well, telling the cook what
they needed before sitting down to wait. He didn�t have a clue what was
happening upstairs, just relieved that Hakkai was awake now; the only other
adult in their group beside Sanzo. The innkeeper had motioned Goku over, giving
him a paper bag of clean jeans and extra shirts that would actually fit the
skinny, tall blonde, saying that it was free and everything was a gift to the
High Priest. It was a desperate gesture to please the man enough that Sanzo
would exorcise their village. Goku had shrugged and taken the package upstairs
being none the wiser, figuring it might cheer Sanzo up whenever he was
conscious next- had heard Hakkai and Gojyo arguing on the other side of the
door before he�d opened it, walking in on the worst thing possible:

clasclass=MsoNormal style='mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;
text-autospace:none'> Gojyo
loudly declaring he had sex with Sanzo last night.

�You
know what, fine. I sucked him off, and it was good. I screwed Sanzo into the
mattress until he forgot about that ing ing painting, so get off my back!�
Goku didn't know what had sparked Gojyo to say such uncaring words, but Goku
couldn�t stand there in the room a moment longer, dropping the bag and running.
He�d been seeing nothing but red until he was halfway back down the road,
instinctively looking for youkai to kill. Except, he had already done that.
Goku had never felt more useless in his whole life. What was he supposed to do
when there was no one to beat up? He could go up there and demand that Gojyo
come outside-but he had a feeling he should save that for Sanzo. The priest was
probably already angry enough with him for killing all the youkai. Goku just
hadn�t been able to handle it, just like now. But he couldn�t go crazy here,
putting a hand on his demon limiter and shoving it down firmly on his head. He
was pretty sure that Hakkai had been in the middle of punishing Gojyo somehow,
because Hakkai didn�t usually yell otherwise�and Goku sure didn�t want to walk
in on another conversation. He couldn�t bear to think about anyone doing
something remotely romantic with Sanzo. It just wasn�t right, like Sanzo saying
he needed to diet on top of it all. Goku shook his head, pretty sure that if he
saw Gojyo right now, he�d sooner kill the man than listen to his explanations.
How could he when Gojyo had just�just disregarded everything poor Sanzo
had been through?

So, Goku
was back to sitting on the porch, waiting for something to happen. Maybe he�d
hear a gunshot and know that Sanzo was finally awake and well again. Maybe
Hakkai would beat Gojyo up! Maybe it would be another night of lying awake
while he knew Sanzo was suffering in the room next door. There were so many
possibilities to consider when Goku didn�t like to think about things too hard
in the first place. Worrying wasn�t going to change things, only what happened
then and there. He was sick of thinking after spending so much time trapped in
a cave with nothing but himself for company.

�Come on,
darling,� someone hooted as the front door opened, a few whistles and other
loud, crude comments coming from inside. For a moment Goku thought it might be
Sanzo if everyone was yelling like this, but then realized that Sanzo would
have long shot anyone that dared whistled at him.

�Yeah,
try and come get it, asshole,� Gojyo shouted back inside at the cat calls,
surprisingly decent in a pair of jeans with the top button undone. He took two
steps out onto the porch, clearly ready to go out into the street without any
shoes on, just as Goku had done only a few minutes ago, before finally noticing
him. Goku turned his face away quickly before Gojyo mistook it for wanting to
talk to him. He didn�t have anything to say to the man that obviously didn�t
respect Sanzo at all. Goku didn�t care how concerned Gojyo had acted
when Sanzo had stopped shaking, the blonde probably never would have been so
weak in the first place if Gojyo had just minded his own business and screwed
some stranger like usual. Why did it have to be Sanzo?

Gojyo
came to stand in front of him, forcing Goku to meet his eyes, and they both
stared at each other mutely. Goku didn�t have anything to say, actions always
speaking louder than words. He wanted to kick Gojyo�s ass�and didn�t at the
same time. Gojyo was supposed to be his friend, not fucking his friends!
Not even Hakkai had been able to handle this calmly- Goku had heard the muffled
yelling on Hakkai�s side before he�d opened up the door. The door opened and
one fairly drunk man with an even worse-off friend on his shoulder staggered
out loudly, laughing and boasting loudly to each other in slurred voices only
the other understood. Goku ignored them, as did Gojyo, inn ren red eyes
glinting feline when the light hit them before the door closed again, nearly
hypnotic in their intensity. It was enough to make him squirm uncomfortably
despite being so determined beat the living shit out of Gojyo. Goku wondered if
that might have anything to do with how Sanzo had been tricked last night, if
his own gold eyes were anything like this. He knew there was something almost
magical about Sanzo�s own lavender, but Goku didn�t dare say anything. Nor had
he taken the time to notice Gojyo�s before.

�Hey,
kid, mind if I sit down?� Gojyo asked finally, throwing a hand down at the
empty space on the bench next to him. Nobody had dared joined Goku outside
yet�the look on his face had been enough to scare everyone away. He didn�t have
anything to discuss with other people, certainly not Gojyo. Especially
Gojyo, right now.

�Yes,�
sna snapped, crossing his arms and turning up his nose away from Gojyo. He had
been watching Sanzo all these years, and knew how to act like he hated
someone�s guts. Sanzo had always managed to keep anyone from approaching him
with just his body language, so Goku tried to imitate it as best he could. The
monk could get someone to back off just with his body language, not even
wasting a single word on people he obviously deemed below his notice; so Goku
just waited for Gojyo to notice and leave. He could go back upstairs and fight
with Hakkai some more for all Goku cared, but he didn�t want to talk with him.
Probably wouldn�t for a long time.

Gojyo sat
down beside him anyway, crossing his legs and sighing heavily. He didn�t have
his usual cigarettes, his beer long gone, and even his shirt missing. Goku felt
awkward, like Gojyo was sitting there naked next to him, not to bathe or
because he was �hot,� but to talk to him. Goku didn�t like it all, wanting to
get up and run away�but he�d promised himself he wouldn�t do that anymore, not
about to get caught up in his instincts. He still had a duty to protect Sanzo,
even if it was from his best friend. So, he just sat there, feeling shorter and
stupider than Gojyo as the silence between them stretched out. Maybe it would
be enough to make him go away.

�So, how
much did you hear?� Gojyo questioned softly, his voice resigned. Goku could see
through that, sure it was because Gojyo wanted to know how much he could still
lie about. He was pretty easy to read, rilouslously transparent right
now�though Goku wasn�t so sure how much of it was because of the medicine he�d swallowed
earlier. Either way, it was just another reason why it didn�t make any sense
that he and Sanzo had done something together beside fight.

�Enough.
How could you do that to Sanzo?� Goku shot it right back, not wanting to get
into how much he did and didn�t know about what went on behind locked door and
in-between the sheets. All it had taken was one line from Gojyo to know that
things had permanently changed between him and the monk. Goku hadn�t tried
anything like it before, hadn�t felt something that made him flush or press his es tes together uneasily in years�he hadn�t even known it was bad when he
first was released from that cave until one of Sanzo�s acolytes had caught Goku
stroking himself in the gardens one summer because- because Goku had felt like
it. But, that had just been him, or at least was supposed to have been until
he�d been interrupted arompromptly yelled at. Gojyo shouldn�t have
an
anything to Sanzo because he�d felt like it. Wasn�t there supposed to be
something stronger between two people? Wasn�t it just meant for a woman and a
man? Hakkai had spoken to him about it long ago, explaining with big words like
�consideration,� �fidelity,� �ejaculation,� and �pregnancy.� So far, Goku was
pretty sure Gojyo had only followed one of those.

�You
know, Hakkai was bugging me about this too. Neither of you seem to think it�s
possible that Sanzo made a decision of his own,� Gojyo sighed, either too tired
or disciplined too harshly by Hakkai to be angry. Goku could hear the hurt and
betrayal underneath it, as if Gojyo didn�t see how he could possibly be the bad
guy and why they were so upset. But, Hakkai and Goku felt the same way. They
both knew that Gojyo had made a mistake last night, that Sanzo couldn�t have
possibly just said �yes, please� to whatever Gojyo had suggested. They could
barely hold Sanzo back from murdering someone foolish enough to try and touch
him for a blessing ust ust say �good morning� to him. It was harder to imagine
Gojyo actually managing to get Sanzo to lie down on his back than it was to
think about what must have followed.

�Did he
really want to? I mean, this is Sanzo,� Goku emphasized it just in case
Gojyo had made a mistake. Who knew how many thin blondes were wandering around
here, foul-mouthed and ill-tempered? Goku childishly hoped that it just might
be a case of mistaken identity in the end�but knew that was impossible as well.
What was done was done, and now Goku just had to do his best to make sure
nothing worse happened to Sanzo than what already had. Raped by youkai and
half-breeds, painted while doing it, or simply doing it with one of his closest
comrades�Goku didn�t know how Sanzo was going to top it next, but the monk had
already collapsed and had seizure this morning when everything had seemed to be
going perfectly normal again. Sanzo still had yet to eat breakfast, which was
completely Gojyo�s fault; no matter what Hakkai had said while being completely
trashed, Gojyo had agreed and sent Sanzo stomping off like he was ready to kill
freshly-born babies.

�Trust
me, Goku. No one was morrprirprised than I was, but, well, I�ll be damned if
Sanzo didn�t need it,� Gojyo almost was thinking aloud, his eyes focused
on something in the distance that wasn�t the building across the street. Goku
could tell that Gojyo was trying to figure things out for himself as well, but
that didn�t make him feel sorry for the redhead. They all would have been red red this if Gojyo had just never done anything in the first place. Gojyo
shouldn�t be starting to figure things out just now, not so late after the
fact. Goku had always thought Gojyo to be someone that went with the flow, but
this was taking the cake. How could Sanzo �need� anything when the monk barely
even enjoyed being alive? As much Goku would like to think differently, he knew
that Sanzo didn�t really care much for anything, that very rarely did anything
even make Sanzo smile. To picture the stubborn monk as one of those loud,
giggling women that Gojyo usually preferred was just impossible.

�I really
don�t know why it happened last night, but we slept together. It may not
have been the best choice, but both of us made up our own minds. I�m not going
to regret it,� Gojyo announced at last, turning to Goku so he could see his
face, even if Goku didn�t want to. He hated Gojyo being completely
honest, certain now that it had at least been mutual. Gojyo wasn�t that much of
a slime bag, but it was close. It suddenly wasn�t about Gojyo doing something
so drastically out of character, but Sanzo as well. Just how little did Goku
know about the monk when he was going around, doing things that Sanzo had shown
extreme repugnance to before- and with Gojyo! Goku just wanted a day
where nothing went wrong or suddenly got bizarrely weird, when Sanzo would
stand or sit upright the whole day and yell at them for being idiots, like
usual. He didn�t want to sit here and think about Sanzo having sex.

�What if
Sanzo does?� Goku wondered, not even dreaming of asking Sanzo himself. He might
as well make things easier and put his mouth at the end of the Smith and
Wesson. Gojyo raised an eyebrow at that, sighing heavily, clearly distraught by
the same question himself. It was as if Gojyo didn�t expect him to be able to
accept what had happened and talk about it like adults. Goku didn�t much feel
like one right now, but someone had to be in the middle of this mess. Besides,
Gojyo had already started it. Why try to sugar coat it now?

�I don�t
care. It- still- happened. That�s not going to change. If he just wants to
forget about it, fine, but I won�t,� Gojyo came up with at last, clearly
getting ready to have the same argument with Sanzo whenever he woke up again.
He crossed his legs, leaning forward to rest an elbow on his knee and cup his
chin in his hand, thinking hard about what had gone on between the two of them.
He was probably never going to get the full story out of either of them. Goku
could only frown, not sure what Sanzo�s reaction was- but it certainly couldn�t
be good if Sanzo had been trying to shoot Gojyo this morning.

�Was it
because of Kanzeon Bosatsu?� Goku asked, remembering what Hakkai had said
earlier at breakfast when he had been drunk. He said those two�tumbled around
with each other because the Goddess of Mercy had ordered them to? Goku didn�t
care if she had saved Sanzo many times before, if they owed their lives to her,
if she was a Goddess. That wouldn�t matter if she ultimately made Sanzo
do something he didn�t want to. Besides, Goku would much rather fight her than
Gojyo.

�Kanzeon
helped things along but�no, not because of her. I probably would have finally
gotten to it sooner or later anyway,� Gojyo admitted, and as much as Goku
wanted to bash his head in for it, the honesty probably saved Gojyo in the end.
He could accept that answer; had seen the way both Gojyo and Hakkai, along with
every other human being and youkai, looked at Sanzo in a manner that shouldn�t
be directed at a priest. Still, Goku had yet to meet one person who didn�t
admit that Sanzo was beautiful, if not outright falling in love at first sight.
Goku had felt the same way too, knowing that Sanzo was special from the first
time he�d seen the blonde come walking in front of the bars to his cage, just
like the sun. But, he had always been looking at something deeper than the
skin, to a heart and soul that was as bright as the sun- just very, very well
protected and hidden from sight.

�I can�t
believe I�m talking about this with you,� Gojyo didn�t mean it as an
insult, shaking his head at the absurdity of it. Goku was the one that should
be making that face. He was just going to have to somehow accept the fact that
Gojyo made Sanzo happy- somehow- and had done something with the priest
that Goku would never even dare to dream of. It was just as weird for him, not
sure what he should do now that Sanzo was unconscious again and couldn�t give
him orders. He�d know if he needed to hate Gojyo when Sanzo was awake and
glaring pointedly, but until then, he finally just pitied Gojyo in the end.

�I can�t
believe you did that with Sanzo,� Goku echoed back, earning a few laughs
from Gojyo. Goku licked his lips, shrugging and laughing as well, the two of
them looking crazy to the drunks and few sober couples that passed. They sat
there in a companionable silence afterward, Goku not needing any more explanation
and Gojyo content with what he had shared. It was hard to think about what was
going to happen next- what Sanzo was going to say when they all had to sit down
at the dining table. If Sanzo was ever going to eat with them again, or if
Gojyo had permanently pissed the monk off. Goku couldn�t imagine those two�s
relationship getting any worse, but this past week had shown him that things
could indeed always get worse. There was nothing to do but wait for
Sanzo to wake upin ain and announce his final decision on�on whatever they
should do.

�Gojyo�what
did you mean, when you said you �sucked him off?�� Goku couldn�t hold in his
curiosity any longer. He waited for the answer as Gojyo choked and started
coughing; gradually regaining his breath to stare at Goku in shock. He had
never seen Gojyo turn such a red before, his face exactly matching his hair as
Goku stared back expectantly.

* * *

Gojyo had
at least taken the time to pull on his pants before running out the door,
leaving Hakkai alone with Sanzo. He shook his head, feeling like he was
responsible for this. He should have been awake when Sanzo had a seizure, not
drunk and passed out, making trouble for the rest of them. Hakkai made himself
pick up the mess Goku and Gojyo had left behind, clearing away the bed in case
someone would want to sleep there, picking up the bag of clothing that Goku
must have dropped when he came in, doing everything else he could except look
at Sanzo and feel guilty. Goku and Gojyo had actually looked frightened when
they remembered Sanzo having a seizure, so Hakkai could only imagine what it
must have been like for Sanzo. All he could do now was take a chair from the
table and set it up next to Sanzo�s bedside, taking position to watch over the
monk and whatever effect the �medicine� the doctor had given the blonde might
have. If Gojyo�s stripping was any indication of what he could expect for
Sanzo, Hakkai didn�t like it at all.

He sighed
and then there was nothing but relative silence. At least the rain has
passed; he tried to look at the brighter side of things in the middle of
this awful mess but failed. Hakkai noticed his shirt was still open from his
hasty awakening and finally thought to button it up. He smoothed it out
afterward and awkwardly crossed his legs�then his arms as he breathed faintly
above the sound of heavy drinking and partying coming up through the floor
below them. The villagers must be trying to drink away their fear at ghosts and
a High Priest fainting, and Hakkai couldn�t say he blamed them. He had drunk
himself into a stupor, enough to forget most of last night- and he had been at
Sanzo�s side for years now. He should be used to such horrifying things, but
recent events were pushing his ability to cope.

Eventually
there was a knock on the door and a young boy with brown hair and brown eyes
delivered the rice and a steaming pot of tea on a wooden platter. Hakkai almost
felt bad for asking Goku to order it, since the food would only go to waste
now. Hakkai smiled and tried to say �hello� to the boy as he set the tray down
on the messy table, taking one horrified glance at the figure on the bed as if
to confirm that there was actually a physical body before all but fleeing the
room. These villagers were quite the superstitious bunch, and dealing with
Sanzo�s religious title and fame was more than simple country boy could take.
So much for having some company as a distraction. Hakkai tisked and chewed on
his lip, the tea ignored as Hakkai frowned down at his lap.

Just what
was he supposed to do right now? Gojyo was explaining however much Goku had
overheard�and that would be punishment enough for any man. Besides, Gojyo
simply wasn�t there to yell at anymore, so Hakkai could only wait and drum his
fingers on his upper arms trying to stay cool. He had to be the responsible
one, the levelheaded bit of rationality for when their leader finally awoke.
Hakkai could easily guess there would be hell to pay when Sanzo woke up and
sobered up enough to fully comprehend what had happened between him and his hated
youkai bastard companion? It seemed the longer they stayed in this town; the
more bad things were going to happen to Sanzo. He briefly wondered what Gojyo
could be coming up with to tell Goku about this. The boy really had managed to
walk in at the worst possible time, but there was nothing to help that now.
Hakkai wasn�t going to help Gojyo clean up his mess this time, only going to
concentrate on Sanzo from now on� He wasn�t going to be irresponsible any
longer. It had been his fault that Sanzo had fallen into the river in the first
place, thus becoming victim to�to that. Hakkai wasn�t about to think
about what Sanzo had been through, couldn�t sleep yet beyond the drunken coma
he had fallen into promptly after Kanzeon Bosatsu had left.

Sanzo
moaned softly in his sleep, sweat starting to bead on his forehead and cheeks.
Hakkai immediately checked the priest�s forehead for his temperature, never
knowing Sanzo to be one to make weak noises while unconscious unless he was in
true pain. Of course, the man felt hot and fevered to the touch, somehow
managing to take a turn for the worst even though Hakkai had been sitting right
next to him. He was immediately out of the chair and rushing to the bathroom to
grab a clean washrag from the top of the folded clean towels. He ran it under
cold water, squeezing out a little moisture before returning just as quickly to
place the damp towel on Sanzo�s forehead. Hakkai gritted his teeth; not liking
the high fever at all but not exactly sure just what might be causing it in the
first place. Sanzo had such a delicate constitution, even though his
personality would ever allow it to seem like that was the case. He was actually
allergic to more foods than not, sometimes even simply unable to handle
anything rich or extravagant after being raised on the simple diet of a monk;
if memory served Hakkai right for the few times Sanzo had eaten.

Hakkai
punched the top of his knee in frustration, no longer able to sit there and
pretend like everything was going to be all right. He frankly didn�t know
anymore, couldn�t just tell by listening to his instincts. Sanzo had been
proving him wrong almost every time these days, somehow managing to call about
the worst of luck upon himself. There was no way Sanzo could have built
up this much bad karma, no matter how many youkai he had killed. It was
probably only through the Three Aspect�s blessing that Sanzo hadn�t fallen
victim to the same curse as Hakkai long ago. It wasn�t like Hakkai was
particularly jealous, he was downright thankful that Sanzo hadn�t
suffered from the same youkai madness that Hakkai only experienced for a few
seconds before he had been given his demon limiters. He started fingering those
very earrings nervously; looking down at Sanzo�s panting form and wondering
once again just what the hell he had been thinking when he had agreed to drink
with Kanzeon Bosatsu.

All he
had wanted were a few answers, but at the end of the night he had just
felt so damn guilty. Like a dog that had been kicked bloody and only came back
for more, loyal onto a point. He still remembered that first smile Sanzo had
ever allowed him to see, just a small glance over his shoulder framed in
sunlight and pale, golden hair, confirming everything for Hakkai at once. Sanzo
was the first person he had ever met that was just insane enough to be utterly
and completely confident in himself. Hakkai woke up every morning wondering if
what he was doing was right. He had only wanted to protect Sanzo and
ended up mass-murdering youkai on a daily basis. But�but it was things like
what had happened to his High Priest that truly horrified Hakkai. That youkai
who had once lived in easy harmony with humans now could be so brutal, so
uncaring to their brothers. Hakkai was in constant limbo, no longer human, not
really youkai� not ever really sure what side he stood on until those damned
monsters attacked Sanzo. Only then did his mind blank of all deep, heavy
thinking and became taken over with instinct, his only purpose in life to tecttect Genjo Sanzo; and failed at miserably.

He had
allowed this to happen in the very first place. Hakkai sighed heavily, standing
up to pour a cup of tea for Sanzo and bringing it back to the bedside stand in
a vain attempt to direct his thoughts elsewhere. It didn�t really work. The
blonde was only starting to groan more persistently, sweat starting to drip
down his chin. He was starting to twist underneath the sheets, small, jerky
motions as if Sanzo was having a particularly bad nightmare. Sanzo tossed the
wet towel off of his face, hair starting to stick to the perspiration covering
him. Hakkai tried using the terry cloth to wipe off Sanzo�s drenched face and
pulling the sheets up higher. There was a moaning protest and the priest
started to struggle a bit, eyes opening up with a fevered glaze. Sanzo looked
around wildly, finally fixing on Hakkai�s face without a single hint of
recognition, tears spilling over long lashes.

�Shuuei,
they�they killed Master,� Sanzo whispered out hoarsely, clearly not in the same
room right now. Hakkai could kill a certain nameless doctor that had
wandered in and poured some crap down Sanzo�s throat, likely the reason for
this sudden fever and hallucination. The monk outright whimpered before
more tears came, struck with a grief that had obviously never been dealt with
properly, one hand trembling as it reached out for- anything. Hakkai
easily shifted over to the bed, shoring Sanzo�s uncomfortably hot and fevered
body up against his own as the blonde just grabbed at his shirt and buried his
face into Hakkai�s chest. It was heartbreaking to see Sanzo have to go through
this outright pain, a smarting reminder of how young the now bitter man had
been when his Master had been killed before him; when he�d first wandered out
into the world for revenge. Hakkai didn�t know how old Sanzo had been when he
had shot his first youkai, but it was something no one should have to go
through�

It was
still certainly nothing like what Sanzo had been painted as being
outright tormented. Hakkai couldn�t help putting two arms around Sanzo and
holding him tighter at that memory, biting his lower lip to keep from crying
himself. Too damn close to a real and final death- and that youkai had taken
such pleasure at it. Hakkai could tell in every brushstroke, how each
detail had been rendered so loving, how every line of Sanzo�s body had spoken
of anguish and humiliation. Still, the quick death of the artist and the
burning of the entire mansion, no matter how hard won it had been in the end,
was empty when Sanzo was trembling against him like this.

At least
Sanzo could trust him to do nothing more than hold the priest until the
medication wore off, not so ready to take advantage of the poor man like Gojyo
was. It was so clear that Sanzo had been going through hell since the day he
was born and deserved the slightest amount of respect. More than the blatant
disrespect Gojyo had shown some women as they pulled out of town�Even though
deep down Hakkai knew it was just so the girls would hate him instead of pining
away and despising themselves. Gojyo was a weak-hearted fool in the end, never
one for hurting a woman or refusing the request of a small child- but Hakkai
had yet to see how he would treat a man one year older than him. Sanzo hadn�t
explained his actions either, never one to allow someone else to know what he
was thinking. Though it was�strange, since the blonde had never let Hakkai
touch him for suclenglength of time before, bony shoulders surprisingly soft
and small beneath his hands. It was utterly foreign to Hakkai, but he wasn�t about
to be seduced by a fevered and unconscious person. His morals were just a
little bit stronger than that, and Hakkai was doing absolutely nothing
but simply comforting Sanzo before the hallucinations turned sour. Thiestiest
would even end up accidentally hurting himself. If anything Gojyo had said was true. What was more believable:
Gojyo forcing Sanzo down on a bed and taking advantage of him, or that the High
Priest was hitting himself? Hakkai doubted very much that Sanzo would ever do
any kind of self-mutilation. If nothing else, he was too damn haughty to break
down that far. No matter what the circumstances- even ones as horrifying as
past week or so. If anyone should be feeling guilty, it was Hakkai along with
Gojyo and Goku. Each one of them felt intense regret over this latest battle
with youkai, for reason that had been much more personal than anyone could have
ever imagined before. Except they were all dealing with it in different ways,
Hakkai doing his best just to internalize it like usual while Gojyo ended up
fondling Sanzo between the sheets. What a perfect mess they had managed to get
themselves into. Hakkai frowned, a part of him still concerned and wondering
what Gojyo could possibly be saying to Goku right now.

Sanzo
made more distressed noises, shaking violently as if he was expecting to be hit
but trying to crawl up inside Hakkai�s armpit nonethelesakkaakkai was certain
that Sanzo had been given more than his fair dose of drugs, and along with his
weak constitution right now, it was probably doing wonders to Sanzo�s
perception. It was clear that the monk was half out of his mind with whatever
he�d been forced to swallow, Hakkai more angry now with Gojyo for not
questioning the doctor administering foreign tonics and such to their priest.
He could understand Goku being too frightened to question anything, but Gojyo
should have known better. Hakkai should have been sober and aware for
this, his hatred for alcohol suddenly doubling and tripling. He was never going
to touch the stuff again after this.

�It-hurts,�
Sanzo managed, pressing up against Hakkai as thin legs brushed the outside of
his hip- becoming singularly aware of a stiffness pressing through the sheets
and clothing. He looked down at Sanzo, his blonde bangs slightly curling at the
end with small, shining beads of sweat and a tear-streaked face slightly
flushed. He was the picture of agonized arousal as Sanzo weakly rubbed up
against Hakkai, an erection that the blonde couldn�t help right now digging
into the side of Hakkai�s legs. Sanzo�s eyes were clenched shut and Hakkai
could feel the fever pouring off of him, a suddenly spiking of body heat making
clothes clinging and warm. When had the room gotten so hot? Hakkai�s fingers
spasmed on Sanzo�s shoulders, realizing who who he was gawking at in such a
state.

Just�what�the�hell
had the doctor given Sanzo?

Hakkai
clenched his teeth, thinking of the millions of possible home remedies the man
might have poured down Sanzo�s throat- and the hundreds of other plants and
cultures he didn�t know for this area. That �doctor� could have given Sanzo
something that was lethal to anyone who wasn�t a local and grew up eating it,
or even make his sickness worse. Or could possibly even end up working as an
aphrodisiac when combined with Sanzo�s weak liver, lack of any body fat, and
all-around susceptibility to any sort of poison. Too many youkai had managed to
simply spray drugs through the air or slice him with venomous claws to have
Sanzo on his knees, coughing up the insof hof his lungs before Hakkai could get
to him. Hakkai would have preferred that to the outright nightmare their lives
had become. He supposed he shouldn�t be surprised that Sanzo had an adverse
reaction to medication, but Hakkai had no clue as to what might have a side effect
of a hard-on. He should be glad that Kanzeon Bosatsu wasn�t around right now to
try and herd Gojyo in to take advantage of the situation.

Hakkai
came back to himself in a flash, shaking the monk off of his arm instinctively
before anything could happen. Sanzo immediately fell onto the mattress at the
slightly rough handling, panting weakly before he curled up around himself with
the sheets tangled up between his feet. Hakkai turned and reached for the
cooled tea with a somewhat steady hand, deciding that it would be best to get
as much liquid down the monk�s throat as possible to push this stuff out of
Sanzo�s stomach. Hakkai had to speed up Sanzo�s recovery before Gojyo walked in
to find the priest with an erection he obviously didn�t want. When he shifted
back to Sanzo, the blonde had one hand down between his own legs, grunting and
twisting in honest torture from whatever was happening to his body right now.

The cup
was set back down on the bed stand before Hakkai drd itd it. He should move off
the bed, should simply leave, but unable to even look away as Sanzo
struggled with his pants, tears falling and a sob of utter frustration before
the man just started feebly pushing the fabric down his hips. Hakkai wanted to
just get up and walk away before he turintointo a complete hypocrite, before he
did something he�d regret- but Sanzo was so helpless right now, reduced to
nothing but a mewling mess that didn�t even know how to pull the zipper down.
Hakkai shook his head, not wanting to be alone for such an embarrassing and
awkward situation, but supposed he should be happy that Gojyo wasn�t here for
this. The man was probably likely to start dancing with joy at the sight of a
High Priest completely incoherent from drugs and painfully aroused. Hakkai
worried at his lip with his teeth while Sanzo flopped over onto his stomach and
vainly dragged himself across the bed in a weak effort to cause enough friction
to get off.

�Oh,
Sanzo,� Hakkai sighed, never before seeing the monk act so wretched and
pitiful. He had two choices then: either stay there while Sanzo feebly
attempted to jerk himself off�or help the poor bastard out and spare them both
the embarrassment, since Sanzo was likely too drugged up to do it properly in
the first place. He hated that
dark, evil part of him that wondered what Sanzo�s memory would be of tonight
when the man was already hallucinating and disorientated. Hakkai couldn�t help
glancing back at the door, feeling incredibly guilty even though it was his
duty to care for Sanzo. He just hadn�t been expecting this, as Sanzo
moaned again, nowhere near the right state of mind as he seemed to almost
collapse face first into the bed with the sound of tears barely being held
back. It was enough to have Hakkai finally stand up to lean over the mattress
and grab Sanzo to roll the man back over and start unbuttoning his pants. He
felt like a criminal while Sanzo shuddered and lay still, recognizing that
someone was helping him out of the jeans and going limp in a most erotic way.
Hakkai pulled the fabric down around Sanzo�s knees just like he had done many
times before when Sanzo was unconscious after their latest encounter with
youkai; except this time, struck dumb by the sight of a bobbing red penis
eagerly falling out from the opening in the front of the boxers. The monk just
lay there with legs slightly parted, free will long since gone with his gaze
unfocused and eyes half-lidded shut. Sanzo didn�t look like he�d even know his
name right now, forced into feeling nothing but the sensation of his own body.

The real
Sanzo inside this vulnerable creature before him now must be absolutely livid.

Hakkai
wipedhis his mouth awkwardly, trying very hard not to think about how long it
had been since he�d last been with another person. Gojyo had tried introducing
him to a few women of definite ill-repute that he had to politely refuse
for sheer interest in his health. He wasn�t about to sleep with strangers just
to drive off the loneliness. The nights he�d spent with Kanan were so long ago
that Hakkai found himself forgetting parts of them even though he had loved her
deeply. He had felt so guilty after finding out that she was his sister, almost
regretting every moment together despite it being the only happy time he�d ever
spent with a woman. Everything faded with time, along with Hakkai�s will to
find another human being to love and cherish, as the old saying went.didndidn�t
deserve it, and the three people he was traveling with right now understood
that very well. This had nothing to do with love, since Sanzo was his comrade
and the leader of their group; it was just him doing his best to relieve Sanzo
of this obviously embarrassing pain.

Sanzo let
out a surprising yelp when Hakkai only brushed his hands aside to put his own
fingers on the base of his cock, making Hakkai wonder if a gag just might be
necessary- and railed at himself for thinking such! Sanzo had already had
enough of restraints and being deprived of any say in the matter. Even if he
was incoherent with lust right now, Hakkai would still want Sanzo to be able to
speak, to say �yes� or �no.� He wasn�t like Gojyo or the rest of those youkai.
He definitely respected Sanzo�and thlletllet he�d swiftly be delivered if Sanzo
remembered this. Hakkai wasn�t the type to run away from taking responsibility
for this if the drugs weren�t as strong as he thought. That kind of reassurance
was enough for him as Hakkai leaned down, swallowing nervously before he opened
up his mouth to take Sanzo down.

Sanzo was
clean but slightly salty; Hakkai forced to put an arm over the man�s hips
before he hit the back of his throat and made him gag. Sanzo was incredibly
sensitive, probably even without the help of the �medication� the doctor had
given him, hands fisting up in the sheets as he twisted and arched his back.
Hakkai would have never taken Sanzo as one for making much noise, but a quick
glance of the corner of his eye showed the priest�s mouth was open and slack as
a constant stream of moaning and heavy panting was let out. Hakkai knew to be
worried, not a single curse or insult coming from Sanzo as he rolled his head
around and bent his waist, just trying to push into his mouth as hard as
possible. There was no need for foreplay, not when Hakkai was doing his best to
just make this quick and business-like and Sanzo was already so completely
aroused. So, Hakkai started to do his best with sucking Sanzo off, as Gojyo had
so charmingly announced earlier. He knew what he would have liked from the few
women he had been with, Sanzo certainly being his first blowjob, but it didn�t
bother him as much as Hakkai thought it would. This was Sanzo, after all, and
there was something about the blonde that surpassed the genders. Hakkai would
have almost felt guilty if he wasn�t so caught up in the moment, backing his
lips up on Sanzo�s shaft and using his tongue to tease the slit on the head�

�and had
to stop when Sanzo actually screamed, hoping that the drunken festivities going
on downstairs would be enough to cover up the priest�s cries. Hakkai didn�t
want to hush the monk himself, a little preoccupied with suppressing his gag
reflex. Beside, Hakkai didn�t think he�d ever have the chance to hear Sanzo
shout like this ever again, definitely never again to touch Sanzo in this
manner. He had already gotten this far, so Hakkai might as well enjoy every
aspect of the man squirming underneath him. He had meant only to relieve Sanzo
of his obviously uncomfortable erection, but somewhere along the way it had
quickly changed to pleasure for Hakkai as well. He had long since become accustomed
to being disgusted with himself, likely figuring that he�d regret even this
much, regardless of whether Hakkai got Sanzo to orgasm or walked away now.
Wouldn�t Gojyo just love to find Sanzo like this- all out of sorts and
ready for anyone to come along and ravish him.

Hakkai
couldn�t believe that he was thinking like this, but then again, it was hard to
ever imagine Sanzo being in a situation where he just lay back and accepted
someone placing their lips on him. He might have done it for Gojyo, but the man
had a certain appeal about him that made anyone start thinking about sex, for
better or worse. Sanzo had been tricked somehow, there was no doubt about that,
and might even accuse Hakkai of doing the same right now- if the blonde wasn�t
so obviously in need. Hakkai wasn�t so cruel as too leave Sanzo to the mercies
of his own body right now, actually having to bring up another hand and lay it
over Sanzo�s legs as the priest bucked violently. It was a good thing that
Hakkai had left Sanzo�s pants caught around his knees, otherwise he didn�t
doubt that the monk would have kicked him in the head during the throes of
passion. Even though the blonde�s
equilibrium was quite lacking right now, there was nothing wrong with his
strength as he instinctively drove into Hakkai�s mouth with near-enough force
to take his head off. One of Sanzo�s pale-white hands buried itself in his
hair, tightening excruciatingly on the short length.

�Gojyo��
the blonde groaned out another name, and Hakkai found himself not caring who
Sanzo thought he was. It was for the better anyway if Sanzo were to think this
a part of fevered hallucinations, bleeding into the night he�d spent with
Gojyo. Hakkai braced his wrist against the monk�s thigh, using his fingers to
stroke sensitive skin beneath the balls. Sanzo�s shuddering body jerked and
twisted before Hakkai�s mouth was filled with hot, warm seed before he sucked
it all down his throat, making sure to get every last drop in case Sanzo wasn�t
fulfilled the first time. It seemed improbable, but Hakkai knew to expect the
worst now, determined to suck Sanzo dry.

He
finally let Sanzo fall back on the sheets, drawing back to let the monk�s
flaccid member out of his mouth. He did nothing more than lay there afterward,
every joint loose and relaxed, eyes closed in contentment. Sanzo looked for the
whole world like a sunbathing cat, just pleased and carefree with tousled,
golden hair and a slight smirk that Hakkai had never seen the monk wear before.
His breathing waw eaw easy and a hand on his clammy forehead told Hakkai that
the fever was already starting to subside. The white shirt was soaked with
sweat, allowing some moist flesh to appear through the wet fabric, barely a
shade darker than the shirt; practically glowing in the relative darkness of
the room. Hakkai desperately wished that Sanzo didn�t have to look so damned good
afterward, licking thin lips that Hakkai hadn�t dared kissed�It was his own
fault, really, for drawing such attention to a full, lush mouth that had
finally gone slack instead of spitting out insults.

Hakkai
was going to go straight to hell if Sanzo ever found out about this, so fast
that it wouldn�t even be funny�but until then, Hakkai couldn�t help himself for
this one, small concession, regardless of whether Sanzo would have wanted it or
not. He bent down again, kissing Sanzo full on the lips, pressing gently until
the man�s mouth opened enough for him to slip a tongue in. Perhaps it was all
the more tempting because he shouldn�t be doing this, would probably never get
to if Sanzo were in full control of his body and senses. Still, Sanzo tasted
like a piece of heaven for everything he had said before with that mouth, wet,
warm, and velvet softness that Hakkai explored every inch of. Cigarette smoke
seemed to have been absorbed into Sanzo�s teeth and gums, giving it a unique
tang that Hakkai didn�t find repellent at all�in fact, it was rather addictive
as Sanzo breathed up into his mouth, forming a little pressure regardless
before-

-Sanzo
started coughing hard, tearing his mouth away to gasp for air. Hakkai quickly
grabbed the tea and got a hand underneath Sanzo�s head to tilt it up; pressing
the agaiagainst pink lips he had never really noticed the color of before.
Sanzo sipped at the tea weakly, barely getting down half of it before sighing
and starting to go limp. Hakkai easily laid Sanzo back down on the bed, the man
finally slipping into a state of unconsciousness that he could be happy with.
After that, Hakkai decided to go to the bathroom to fetch yet more towels�and
relieve himself of an ache starting to form between his own legs. He had
already overstepped his bounds by being presumptuous enough to kiss Sanzo, to
give him a blowjob, and he wasn�t about to go any further and really piss the
monk off. At least Sanzo was sleeping again, probably going to chalk this up to
the other hallucinations the drugs were causing if he remembered it in the
first place. That was what Hakkai kept repeating to himself as he walked to the
bathroom, trying to head off that burning guilt starting to take root in his
chest.

That was
when he noticed the door to their room was slightly jarred open instead of
closed shut like Hakkai had left it.

* * *

�This
happens to some men all the time,� she whispered encouragingly, licking the
crevice of his ear as if to try and jumpstart his engine again.

�Don�t
talk to me,� Gojyo snapped as he crawled off the bed, looking for his single
pair of pants and not giving a damn about his underwear. He didn�t want to look
back at the woman naked on the bed, didn�t want to think about what had
happened- or not, for that fact; just to get the hell away from
everything. He was a damn stupid, horny youkai bastard just like Sanzo had
accused him of, and completely obsessed to top it all off.

Just what
the fuck was he thinking these days, his brain rotting with each eve every
thought of some piss-off named Genjo Sanzo?

�Embarrassed�
didn�t even begin to cover how he had felt when Goku asked him to
explain the finer art of a blowjob, unable to start answering that little bomb
without getting liquored up. He had dragged Goku inside, both of them sitting
down at the counter as Gojyo ordered two beers reflexively. He had meant to
keep one on standby in case he wasn�t able to get the bartender quick enough
after he started deeply swallowing. What was surprising was Goku
actually reaching out slowly and taking a sip of the beer Gojyo left for
second, not that he complained. Goku smacked his lips afterward; rolling his
eyes up thoughtfully in that rare pause the boy gave new foods before
completely devouring them. There was a slight hesitation before Goku took
another sip, then an outright drink as he tilted the mug back. Gojyo was quite
frankly relieved that the brunette was drinking, because he didn�t know
how he was going to be able to say �penis� in front of the boy otherwise.

So, there
was a lot of coughing and trying to change the subject to what fine weather
they were now having until Goku finally asked the question again much louder
than necessary. More than a few people looked over at that and Gojyo had to
forcibly shut the boy up with a hand clamped down over his big, fat-ass mouth.
Gojyo had felt like his face was on fire the whole time, trying to lead up to
the horrid, messy details with a long explanation that Sanzo had been perfectly
willing�and fearing for his life at the hardening expression on Gokfaceface.
The dumbass ape was nothing if not overly protective of Sanzo, and Gojyo wasn�t
quite sure how the short little shit would react to him saying just where his
mouth had gone. One more beer and three shots later, Gojyo finally found the
courage to just spit it out to the kid and wait there in paralyzed terror
afterward, sure that this was going to break Goku�s heart right down in half.
He didn�t want to deal with his full-blown demon form if Goku wasn�t able to d ind in his temper.

�That
feels good?� Goku had finally screeched, a curl in his lip that told Gojyo the
kid was absolutely disgusted.

�When
someone can do it right,� a husky, female voice had answered back right behind
Gojyo. He had turned around to see a tall, slender stick of a woman with just
enough breasts and hips to distinguish her from a man. She was nothing but
bones and milk-white skin with a dynamic cut to her red dress only exploited
those features, obviously a rich lady traveling alone. Her short, black hair
was swept to the side in a stylish wave of long bangs that echoed Sanzo�s own
hair. She wasn�t Gojyo�s usual type, preferring a woman to have nice rounded
curves to caress instead of sharp edges, but he suddenly realized how warm the
room was again� almost agreeing so he could leave Goku before the ape killed
him- and then realizing there should be a similarly doped-up priest�

He just
might be feeling the same sort of twitch as Gojyo was. He apologized,
pointing back to Goku to feebly excuse himself with it being the boy�s first
time drinking. It just so happened to be Gojyo�s luck that the kid had turned
out to be a complete lightweight, already passed out next to the half-empty
beer. He eagerly ended up slinging the idiot over one shoulder and taking him
back upstairs. Gojyo had lost track of how many time he had been forced to do
the same this week, rapidly becoming the group�s pack mule. He put Goku down in
the room Sanzo and he had used last night, the open window making it a lot
colder than the rest of the inn and spreading it out until Gojyo could barely
catch the faint linger of their lovemaking. That may be one part that was
fading away, but Gojyo could still remember Sanzo�s fingers, his skin, and the
impossibly erotic little noises he�d been making. Just as he had told Goku,
there was no way he was going to forget that anytime soon. He might as
well trying cutting off his own hand at the same time.

He didn�t
dare say the monk had infected him, every thought turning around until it
focused on that selfish, mouthy, exquisite pain in the ass. And, as lovely as
it was to stand there and watch Goku drool in his sleep, Gojyo knew of another;
a certain priest that could look outright angelic when his eyes were closed.
Gojyo suddenly wanted to drill Sanzo hard, but there was also the innocent
notion of watching Sanzo simply dream, relaxing from the stubborn prick he was
otherwise. He left Goku alone, trying to figure out how he could be half as
smooth as Hakkai and try to work some of the man�s own magic to get his former
best friend out of the room. It wasn�t like Gojyo was just going to take Sanzo
while he was unconscious from drugs- he rather liked the monk awake and
screaming out in that surprisingly vocal manner of his. Gojyo doubted Sanzo was
even aware of the habit himself yet.

Gojyo had
opened up the door to their other room, not particularly expecting anything
other than Hakkai waiting at Sanzo�s bedside while reading a book or
newspaper�but the room was dark and hushed as he cracked the door open. There
were vaguely familiar, sloppy wet noises in the darkness and soon Gojyo could
make out Hakkai�s head bobbing up and down above Sanzo�s lap, his back to the door.
Gojyo could only stare, mouth caught hanging open as words left him. He was
completely and utterly off guard when Sanzo�s eyes found him, shining gems of
lavender that were bright even across the room. The monk looked distressed,
aroused, and damn- he�d never worn a face like that when Gojyo
had been with him. The priest�s mouth was open helplessly, hair plastered to
his forehead and hands clenched in Hakkai�s hair as if he could do nothing more
than take it as the brunette greedily gave the man head. No little resistance
or leftover terror that Gojyo had been so carefully maneuvering through to make
sure that he didn�t kill Sanzo, and this was the fucking thanks he got. Being
cheated on the second he was conscious.

�Gojyo��
Sanzo whispered it out with their gazes locked on each other, almost as if he
was pleading for Gojyo to come in and help him, face twisted up with more
emotion than he�d ever seen it go before. There was the fleeting reminder that
Gojyo was feeling the effects of some strange, backwater concoction that was
making him horny as hell, so one could only guess how it might affect Sanzo.
And Gojyo couldn�t find himself caring if Hakkai had been raping the priest
with a beer bottle. Not when betrayal struck so deeply through him.

Gojyo had
closed the door just as quietly before he was noticed and stood there,
trembling and making fists, unclenching them and trying to control the urge to
go back in and do horrible, appalling violence. Sure, Gojyo had been feeling a
bit� stimulated from whatever the doctor had given Sanzo bottles of, but
nothing like the mindless lust written all over that shitty monk�s face while
Hakkai swallowed him whole. Gojyo slaved away and fought tooth and nail for every
fucking inch of trust he gained with Sanzo� and Hakkai could just give him a
blow job the second everyone left the room! Where the hell was the
fairness in that?! Was there something so fucking special about Hakkai that
gave him the right to do what Gojyo had to all but get down on his damn knees
and beg for?

Was Goku
going to wake up and start demanding that it was his turn?

This was
absolutely. Fucking. Ridiculous!

Gojyo
didn�t scream, didn�t turn back around and demand that Hakkai get the hell off�
he just marched right downstairs, cutting in between the woman from before and
the next man she was trying to catch and blandly asked where her room was.

It was as
simple as that to have himself led up the stairs by a hand grabbing the front
of his pants. Her room was thankfully at the other end of the hall, Gojyo not
about to be able to bear hearing Sanzo�s moans and knowing that it was Hakkai. Hakkai!
Last time he�d checked, Gojyo was the one slightly high. Where the fuck did
the man get off doing what was rightfully his? Gojyo had gods-be-damned dibs
on that shitty monk!

Thank
goodness the bitch in front of him was skinny like Sanzo, short hair like
Sanzo, shoving him in the door and yanking his pants down the rest of the way
very much unlike Sanzo. Gojyo was half-pushed, half-stumbling to the bed
as she slipped out of the dress like it had been made of water. This was what
he needed; a nice woman with his not so beloved small breasts and pert,
pink nipples. Gojyo would have liked something bigger, because as it was, she
was just as flat as Sanzo�except the monk�s were paler, but that conceited
bastard was a step away from being a fucking albino with that pale skin anyway.
He did prefer the soft and shapely body that was tanned and healthy instead of
corpse-white; a dark patch of pubic hair a nice opposite to that pale gold
Gojyo had been treated to last night.

That
Hakkai was enjoying right now!

When she
came close enough, Gojyo pulled her down almost angrily, both of them falling
naked to the mattress. She was eager, pressing a lithe body against Gojyo�s and
starting to kiss him with passion aplenty�which was something Sanzo would never
do. Despite starting this to forget about the monk, he seemed to be all that
Gojyo could think about. He couldn�t do one thing, not explore her with a
single sense and not compare it to that arrogant, fake fucking High Priest
Genjo Sanzo, to what they had shared last night. Who could have thought that
such an egotistical piss-off could become so intimate and personal in a flash?
Gojyo didn�t care if it was because the man had just put down his weight in
hard liquor and was probably drunk enough to agreeing to jumping off a bridge-
Gojyo wanted to see Sanzo panting, groaning, chewing on his lip in a pitiful
attempt to hold in little gasps of pleasure.

And he didn�t
want to fucking share it.

Somewhere
in the last twenty-four hours, he�d become addicted to that vindictive son of a
bitch. Sanzo only addressed him as �half-youkai bastard,� and Hakkai got to
call him �San-chan� according to Goku�s retelling of the morning before Gojyo
had finally joined them at the table. Surely, it hadn�t been enough time for
Sanzo to forget about him and what he had shown the skinny blonde�Gojyo
had figured that it had been the little shit�s first willing time. If Sanzo had
blacked it out, Gojyo was going to really choke the selfish asshole to death.
He was going to show Sanzo once again just what he could do in a bed,
with that fucking unfaithful monk sober and receptive for every single, little
bit of it. Gojyo didn�t need to take the monk when he was drunk or
drugged, but he had to admit that it did help things along. Sanzo was a
stubborn, prideful fool that would need a lot of convincing- and Gojyo was more
than happy to provide it.

He
suddenly realized he wasn�t getting hard when the woman straddled him and was
desperately working his flaccid cock with soft, smooth hands and a rush of
�come on, baby� over and over. It was kind of shocking to even find himself in
a bed when Gojyo had been thinking so hard about Sanzo. He had completely
forgotten where he was as she tried using her tongue, desperate enough to try
lubricating him herself. He would have preferred fingers calloused from a Smith
and Wesson� and despised himself for such at the same time. Eventually she had
realized the futility as Gojyo could only stare up at the ceiling and wonder
why the hell Sanzo had allowed Hakkai to give him a blowjob.

Maybe the
monk was horny now, after getting a taste of what Gojyo had done last night.
That was a nice little fantasy to entertain himself as they lay uncomfortably
in silence next to each other, Gojyo vaguely wondering how he could excuse
himself from the bed. It was when she had tried for second time that Gojyo
finally just didn�t give a fuck and left the room entirely, underwear sacrificed
for a quick escape. He went back downstairs, outright ignoring the few men who
leered in with a few a comments about it being �rather quick� while Gojyo
ordered a single bottle of whiskey, a pack of cigarettes, and a box of matches
to be his companions.

He went
outside, sat down exactly where he had only moments ago to talk to Goku, and
started to think about another solution besides fucking killing Hakkai.

THIS SUDDEN DESIRE TO KILL A
CERTAIN FANFIC AUTHOR

IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY:

Addictedtomarbles (hooray, first to review this
chapter. Confetti and such) - uh, don�t reread! You�ll notice all the crappy
errors I never went back and fixed!!! (Sobs) maybe a new chapter would distract
you� Thank you for the review.

Cupnjava c[~]~~~ *sip*-
thank you once again for reviewing (glomp). Hakkai has definitely teetered, but
I promise in-characterization soon. My style comes for a personal hatred for
first-person perspective and�uh�anime rotting my brain. I thought it was bad to
respond to reviews too, but they mean so much and I always feel like people are
asking questions I need to respond to! No more distant author for us, snatch
this idea to your heart�s content (I�m pretty sure I�m not the first)

evilkat- I think you sensed correctly.
Don�t worry; the events that went on in this chapter are going to be FULLY
covered in the next. Wink again and thank you so sweet praise as well. Glomp.

Flamingolo12�- I just had a conversation about this
online, and I decided I could agree to Goku having sex once he grows taller
than Sanzo (at his growth rate�never). Until then, he�s just a widdle piece of
pumpkin pie! Thank you and I�m so thrilled to hear you�re enjoying this.

Lady Gackt- I know you love it when you
quote. I was kind of worried if that metaphor might just top the cheese line,
but it�s okay if you enjoyed it. Oh, Hakkai is going to discover what happened,
alright. Here�s to the breakneck speed of act II, thank you for reviewing me.

Lychee- I AM happy with myself that you were late to
work. It paints me pink to hear that, I hope the length of this chapter can
circumvent that from happening again! Gojyo and Sanzo WILL work, if they ever
stop fighting (puts my hand in the middle of it and brings back a bloody
stump). I think I�ll let them simmer for a bit. Bad bishonen. Uh, now that I�ve
made completely NO sense, thank you for the review.

M Li- Yay, a review! I�m more than happy to provide
new chapters when you review! ^_^ Gojyo is going to get his well-deserved
dessert soon, hopefully served on a naked Sanzo. Hakkai is going to have his
own sort of happy ending too, I guess. He deserves it, doesn�t he?

Nyght Silverstream thank you for reviewing
me and giving me support to continue writing this. Don�t worry, Gojyo/Sanzo is
coming up soon�perhaps even TOO soon (scratches head and then remembers solemn
vow to make the world a smuttier place).

Random Person- Well, I�m glad to have finally caught
you on media miner and you took the time to review. Since you worshipped so
nicely, here�s another chapter! I also thank your friend for the word of mouth!
^_^ That makes me all warm and fuzzy inside

Starburst- sweet, I�m glad to hear that you enjoyed
this. And I�m not forgetting my mission to make more Gojyo/Sanzo. I promise
you�ll be sick of it by the end. Thank you for the review!

Skippyscatt- Review One answer: Here�s to spontaneous
updates. I�m so happy I brought you around to Sanzo, I love that pretty boy but
I think in the end Gojyo�s my favorite. What a snafu. I just thougherehere wasn�t enough disaster
in the making and decided to go with full-blown shit hitting the fan. Please keep
reading along to see how it splatters.

Review Two answer: may I just say I love hearing the
play-by-play from your point of view (squeals like catholic schoolgirl). Didn�t
quite cover the Sanzo incident yet, but that�s next chapter. My apologies for dragging
this out. Yes, Hakkai�s been kind of a bad boy lately. I need to herd him back
into character (looks around for Hakuryuu). And I promise more Gojyo/Sanzo,
that�s the whole point of this fic! I�m not straying, I swear. Thank you so
much for reviewing each new chapter and sticking with this as it is continued
unnecessarily. Hooray for fan service.

PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY READ A SMUT-SCENE JUST

FORMMATMMATICAL
CORRECTNESS:

Iie nome- is always there to ask the deep plot
questions. And she also provides me with inspiring pictures she finds on the
internet (pokes everyone with a stick for
fan art. Still don�t have any, people) as well as the pat on the head when
I whine. She�s been there since day one and has been correcting me for even
longer. Glompage.

And the newest addition to the beta-crew:

Cattalina: she introduced me to obligatory fan-mail
after reading, and loved it so much to actually start correcting it! Maybe now
that she�s around, things will follow a set timeline that�s written out
beforehand (shrugs for explanation to why it hasn�t happened sooner)

AUTHOR�S NOTES: you knew it was here, down at the bottom of
the page. Anyway, sorry about the length of this chapter, I feel like if it
isn�t twenty pages there�s no way it can be good! Usually people have a problem
writing too little. Sigh. Well, I promise everything is going to be longer,
better, and uncut next chapter. Afteing ing to Japan for vacation and seeing
Tokyo Tower actually standing (no smoldering hole or mutant fight raging at the
top), I�m inspired to do the impossible!
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