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Never No Answer	By : animegher Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 8697 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Saiyuki and characters belong to Kazuya Minekura and Bush sucks my left nut� Do I still have the right to say that in America?
Gojyo sniffed and wiped at his nose uncomfortably, looking anywhere but the bed. He didn�t want to just happily jump at fucking Genjo Sanzo�s orders like some damn servant...but this one was really irresistible. Gojyo had never thought the priest would order him to do something he�d actually want to do; so used to that shitty priest bitching, moaning, and making everyone else�s life a living hell. Crawling into the bed and waiting for Sanzo like a pet dog didn�t sound as bad as Gojyo wished it would. He wanted to tell Sanzo to fuck off and ask him for something nicely instead of demanding it like a spoiled little prince. Though one really couldn�t expect anything else from some shit that had been in a monastery for most of his life, rather used to ordering around humble monks that had taken vows on nonviolence. Though nobody would believe that after watching this particular High Priest go trigger-happy on a band of youkai that were foolish enough to attack him- and Gojyo would be damned if the blonde wouldn�t smoke a cigarette while murdering in cold blood.

Why did that arrogant bastard have to look so good while doing it too? Gojyo almost couldn�t stand it. He hated the shiny, flat length of Sanzo�s hair, the way his bright iris-colored eyes would glare and narrow down in pure hatred whenever Sanzo looked at him; utterly despised the curve of Sanzo�s lush lips when he forgot to keep with the silent treatment in favor of yelling out some of the most incredible curses Gojyo had ever heard as well. Every line of Sanzo�s body was perfection, something to stare at and be adored. The fact that he was a priest made it all the more sensual, the carnal aspect heightened purely because Sanzo was a monk and typically monks didn�t let themselves get pounded up the ass.

Sanzo�s most recent �idiot� echoed in Gojyo�s head the longer he thought about it. What was he doing, standing around and thinking when Sanzo had just told him to get into a bed? That was probably the first thing Sanzo had said to him that wasn�t an insult in days. At least Gojyo knew that he had an effect on the damn priest in spite of all the venom Sanzo threw his way. It had turned into one big game to see how far he could push Sanzo, because the only time the monk ever was honest was when he was pissed off as all hell; or murmuring in exhaustion during the aftermath of sex. Their relationship had worked out to be mostly physical, but that was because Sanzo was so fucking pigheaded, egotistical, and a horrible conversationalist to top it all off. Getting a full sentence out of Sanzo was like ripping his fingernails off; slow and painful.

Gojyo laughed, deciding to just fuck it. He was sick of Sanzo�s attitude. Gojyo�s pity could stretch a long way, especially after knowing everything Sanzo had been through lately; but it was hard when the blonde was so cold that Gojyo was surprised he hadn�t gotten frostbite yet. It was sadly true that Sanzo needed someone else�s body heat to warm up a bed, no matter how many sheets you piled on top of the monk. It was as if the ice in his heart had spread out to his entire body; which was stark contrast to how hot Sanzo could be in the middle of passionate love. At least, that was what Gojyo would like to call it. His partner, however, didn�t really seem to feel any sort of emotional connection, always distant and harsh...until Gojyo get could his hands on him and convince Sanzo to simply stop bitching and enjoy it. Sex wasn�t supposed to be painful or frightening, even though Sanzo would viciously deny either. Try as Gojyo may, he just couldn�t seem to convince Sanzo otherwise; and he was also more than certain that Hakkai had probably managed to screw up whatever progress he had made as well.

He stripped off the tank top and dropped it to the floor while Sanzo washed his mouth out, cursing along to the sound of running water. Gojyo managed to step out of his pants and kick them underneath the bed without missing a single step, falling on top of the mattress to slip right out of his boxers and toss them toward the table. Once he was properly naked, Gojyo slipped right into those cold sheets, spreading arms and legs out across the whole bed. If he was going to warm the bed up for dear old Sanzo, he�d do it right; certain that a nice warm spot would be appreciated rather than having to cuddle up for warmth. Sanzo would probably make that fan appear out of nowhere like usual to bash Gojyo�s skull in if he was forced to touch him. Even so, Gojyo was going to make sure Sanzo would touch skin if the opportunity came up. The blonde was far too put off by bare flesh for Gojyo�s tastes. He was going to cultivate Sanzo into a decent lover if it killed him...

Which Sanzo was likely to do with the simple raw power of his death glare as the blonde exited the bathroom. Gojyo didn�t understand how someone could be so displeased all the time, especially when Sanzo had him waiting in a bed without a goddamn thing on. Sanzo sneered down at Gojyo lying in the bed, who simply crossed his arms behind his head and waited for the jerk to come over. There was no other place that Sanzo was going to go. Purple eyes glinted at the sight of Gojyo�s bare shoulders and obviously sensing a challenge, Sanzo�s own shirt came off without even bothering with the buttons. The monk ran a hand through his hair, haughty as all hell and not knowing just how much that turned Gojyo on. He just waited for it while Sanzo lifted up the sheets, making the mistake of closing his eyes in prideful disdain as Gojyo moved his limbs out of the way. Sanzo lay down next to him, one leg accidentally brushing against Gojyo�s own as the tall man settled down.

"You�re naked," Sanzo stated it more like a question, but Gojyo was still astonished by how sensitive Sanzo was through a pair of loose pants to feel that he wasn�t wearing anything. Gojyo just rolled onto his side so he could flash Sanzo the best smile he had, sweeping back long, loose hair of his own.

"I�ve always slept in the nude," Gojyo answered back with a smile while Sanzo�s mouth twisted down in disbelief. He had such lovely lips...too bad he always used them to be the most miserable son of a bitch alive. Wasn�t there some sort of rule against priests cursing? Gojyo laughed silently inside at that, knowing just how well Sanzo followed rules- breaking them completely.

"Since when?" Sanzo shot back quickly, having spent more nights camping out in the Jeep with all three of them more times than Gojyo would like to count. A man needed his own room to take care of certain needs that couldn�t be attended to when your best friends were hanging around. Now, if Sanzo would just fucking cooperate, they could both relieve some tension in the best way possible: sex.

"Since you," Gojyo grinned, knowing he had won when Sanzo immediately blushed and ducked his gaze, uncomfortable at the slightest show of affection. The monk threw himself onto his side, a nice set of smooth shoulder blades presented to Gojyo before the sheets covered up the rest of his body. It was a shutout if Gojyo had ever seen one, but it was hard to ignore the only other person in this small bed, half-youkai or not. He slid closer to Sanzo, daring to throw his arm over his chest and pull the blonde closer.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Sanzo asked in the same manner that he would question an assassin, his back stiffening up against Gojyo�s front. If the monk wasn�t careful, something else was going to start stiffening up as well. Sanzo still wasn�t moving though, so Gojyo took the chance to set his cheek against the cool silk of Sanzo�s hair. He could understand now why the bastard was a High Priest; he smelt like heaven.

"Getting you all nice and warm," Gojyo whispered into Sanzo�s ears, delighting in the fact that Sanzo shivered afterward. His hand snuck down from the chest, beneath the sheets, until his fingers hit the waistline of Sanzo�s pants, and were caught short by Sanzo grabbing him around the wrist. Gojyo kept forgetting how strong the monk could be, bones creaking as Sanzo gripped him a little too tightly...probably some sort of punishment for trying to get close to him.

"Where do you think you�re putting your damn filthy youkai hand?" Sanzo demanded angrily, offended at the contact. He was still stubbornly facing the other way, hiding any sort of expression from Gojyo, but it wasn�t too hard to guess. The mouthy prick still wouldn�t even call him by his name, despite sleeping together several times. Gojyo would think that the monk would just finally be used to it by now or something. He acted like it was his first time in a bed with another person, trying to get as close to edge as possible without falling off. Sanzo had obviously not been thinking the same things as Gojyo when he told him to warm the bed.

"On your holy jewels, you shitty High Priest. You�re acting like you didn�t enjoy it," Gojyo accused at last, almost close enough to touch Sanzo but not quite daring to yet. He�d get Sanzo to turn around of his own accord, or else Gojyo just wouldn�t be satisfied. Sanzo made everything some sort of contest, a challenge of who could stay cool while they slung insults back and forth. Gojyo would rather something else be exchanged between them, but Sanzo was determined to be a complete pain in the ass.

"What are you talking about? That one minute of utter fucking hell on earth?" Sanzo questioned in a cold, ruthless manner that would have made a snowstorm jealous.

Gojyo could have sworn he broke a tooth grinding his jaw together instead of slapping Sanzo right across that dirty mouth of his.

He shook his hand out of Sanzo�s grip to dive right into his pants, his fingers finding the limp organ between the shitty priest�s legs and wrapping around tightly. There was a shocked protested as Gojyo dragged the skinny asshole back hard on the bed and back against his chest. He put warm lips to Sanzo�s ear, gnawing not quite hard enough to draw blood with his teeth. Sanzo made a noise with his breathing, twisting his legs as Gojyo stroked him underneath those soft pajamas. His skin was by far smoother and velvety than the simple cotton fabric, pubic hair scratching against his palm. Gojyo could get off on the pure feeling of Sanzo; because the priest certainly wasn�t going to spare him any sweet words. He was just going to sit there and be foul and unpleasant until Gojyo finally stuck something up his horribly tight ass. It was one favor that Gojyo was more than ready to perform.

There was a pleasurable groan that went against everything Sanzo had said before, the monk turning his neck into the suckling Gojyo was currently performing on his ear. Gojyo realized with a bit of electrical shock that Sanzo really did enjoy this. The monk was arching back against him in pleasure, his body giving Gojyo a much more honest response than Sanzo ever would. That pissy blonde wasn�t about to admit that he liked anything Gojyo did, that he found any sort of delight in the flesh, had to make it a pain- because High Priest Genjo Sanzo didn�t like sex with half-breeds. But, if Gojyo were to force the point, he wasn�t about to argue. Genjo Sanzo was all about contradictions, so soft and sensual when he�d have you believe that getting close could cost your life. All Gojyo had to do was add a little bit of pressure and that stoic blonde came crumbling down, moaning and grinding back against him even though he had been spitting pure poison only moments ago. Gojyo shifted his mouth, teeth digging into a

A knock at the door, three short raps like Hakkai always did.

"You�re fucking kidding me," Gojyo growled aloud, looking over at the door in disbelief. It happened again, and even Sanzo tilted his head back to look at Gojyo. They shared a moment, and through silently arguing, it was Gojyo who crawled over Sanzo�s warm and lithe form to go open the door. He really couldn�t comprehend this, figuring that everyone else in this whole damn inn must know that he was screwing the High Priest- so why the fuck did they see fit to interrupt him? He didn�t really care if it was one of his friends, not after Hakkai had accused him of taking Sanzo against his will. One glance back at the monk showed him still waiting in the bed, his cheeks pink�or it might even be because the sun was staining the room in midday yellow. Take out the noise he made and Sanzo would be the picture of lust, stranded on the bed without any clothing.

Gojyo threw open the door angrily without even bothering to look for anything to cover himself or try to hide behind the door. Hakkai and Goku should both be used to his nakedness right now, and-...

It wasn�t either of them, but that damn woman from the night before, standing there in the same dress and allowing the light from the hallway to poor into their room. She wasn�t as pretty as Gojyo remembered, her face older and her hair duller. He just stared down at her thin, worn frame and wondered just what he had done to deserve this. She smiled up from his groin, looking behind Gojyo to study what must be a furious blonde on the bed. Her eyes narrowing in a knowing superiority, her red mouth twisting up into a sneer that was like Sanzo. Gojyo didn�t dare look back, already knowing that he was in deep shit. He should have just guessed that it wouldn�t be Hakkai.

"So... Is this why you were so bad last night?" she asked, and that earned a short bark of laughter from behind. Sanzo thought this was damn well funny now, putting Gojyo in the spotlight for some reason when that fucking priest had just as much been apart of it as him. He so wanted to beat the living shit out of Sanzo; almost as much as he wanted to fuck the man. Why couldn�t he just make his damn mind up about Sanzo? He ended up with problems like this bitch standing in front of him because of it.

"Listen, I-..." Gojyo started to explain, wanting to defend his masculinity.

"Oh, you don�t need to explain anything. I can see you found other things you�d like to play with," she snapped quickly, whistling back at Sanzo. Gojyo winced as she walked away, not daring to even turn around. He knew that he was going to be blamed for that, watching her go in misery; simply because now that she was gone, Sanzo could lay into him as much as he wanted. He closed the door slowing, simply waiting for the priest. It was as if Sanzo was dragging out the silence simply because he knew that it would make Gojyo uncomfortable. He turned back toward the man and could see two bright, purple eyes glaring at him intensely.

"'Other things?�" Sanzo echoed it with so much sarcasm that Gojyo literally felt a pain in his gut. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I was just-..." Gojyo wanted someone to listen to his side, even if it was probably the last person anyone would expect. Sanzo wasn�t the type to lend a shoulder to another person, certainly not Gojyo.

"Fucking around behind my back! Hah, It�s only what I�d expect from a half-youkai bastard!" Sanzo interrupted him, laughing cruelly as he sat up in the bed to show of the slightest bit of hip before pants covered him up. All of a sudden they were a couple, when it served Sanzo to accuse him of cheating. Sanzo gave a whole new definition to �hypocrite;� nothing but an utter fucking asshole that someone had seen fit to make a High Priest. Gojyo just couldn�t understand it, forced to stand in place because he couldn�t think about this and walk at the same time. Sanzo had that sort of way with people, somehow able to make Gojyo pissed off beyond all reason with a simple glare and a few choice words. It wasn�t fair that he could look so damn good the whole while, gold hair shining impossibly bright in the dull lighting of the room.

"Like you�re one to talk! Did you like Hakkai�s mouth?" Gojyo shot back, sick and tired of being interrupted. He wasn�t going to be bullied around by some blonde that insisted on being a jerk every single hour of the day. You couldn�t get Genjo Sanzo to be cheery with a stick. Gojyo could swear he saw a vein in Sanzo�s forehead twitch and bulge at that, frowning as Gojyo hit the mark dead on. Sanzo would be a damn liar if he said he didn�t remember Hakkai giving him a blowjob, just like he didn�t remember a whole clan of youkai raping him. �Denial� was Sanzo�s middle name.

"What?" Sanzo hissed out in a deadly manner, eyes narrowing into small slits of hatred. People weren�t supposed to talk about Sanzo�s sex life, though Gojyo had lost count of how many people had asked him if the High Priest was good in bed. He hadn�t known the answer himself, not until a few nights ago. And now he couldn�t even get enough, driven mad by the thought of Hakkai putting his lips to Sanzo�s skin. That was for him only, addicted to the unique torment that was Genjo Sanzo.

"Just anyone will do for a High Priest; is that it? And here I was, thinking that I should be courteous to you," Gojyo laughed at his own foolishness as he slithered closer to the bed, not quite daring to sit down yet. Even so, Sanzo grabbed up the bed sheets in one hand, inching backward while he tried to keep his shoulders and spine straight. Gojyo quickly schooled his face back into deadly seriousness, knowing that anything else would make Sanzo slam those shields up and hunker down for the storm; never to open up no matter what Gojyo did. When push came to shove, Sanzo surprisingly just curled up and took it emotionally, internalizing everything to the point that Gojyo couldn�t tell what was going on any more. All he knew was that he didn�t want Sanzo to cry again. Seeing that once had been more than enough for him, deriving the same pleasure out of killing babies. It had been nothing short of awful. He never would have thought it, but Gojyo wanted the old Sanzo back, the one that had bullets behind his threats and enough heat in his glare to melt a human being down into a puddle of self-loathing. He didn�t like how unpredictable this new Sanzo was, even worst than the first. Gojyo wasn�t sure if he had been sane and sober when he had decided to fall in love.

"I don�t know what idiot thought got stuck in your simple head, but-..." Sanzo began his haughty speech, chin and nose pointed upward like any prince.

"You were moaning when Hakkai sucked you off," Gojyo took reckless pleasure in interrupting Sanzo after everyone else had been so rude to him while talking. The monk�s mouth opened and paused on whatever he was going to say before; suddenly having to process that little line Gojyo had thrown his way. Gojyo could see the shock go through Sanzo from head to toe, like a cat being dunked in water. One vein bulged on Sanzo�s head and his eyes opened so wide in surprise that Sanzo could almost feel sorry for the guy. Almost. Sanzo had enjoyed it a little too much, in Gojyo�s opinion, whether or not he remembered it. A man could go insane trying to deal with Genjo Sanzo and his extremely selective memory.

"Are you deranged?" Sanzo cried out, as if he could make it all go away by yelling at Gojyo. Once again, Gojyo was the bad guy simply because he had spoken the plain truth. Gojyo didn�t really care if Sanzo didn�t want to believe it, but he was damn sick of walking around, lying and pretending like nothing bad had happened to their High Priest. Sanzo should have died several times over in these past couple of days- after a while a man just couldn�t take any more. Gojyo was having such a hard time just keeping Sanzo in one delicious, fuckable piece; and was cheated on the moment he was stupid enough to walk away. There was going to be a reckoning with the priest, and Gojyo didn�t care if he offended the tedious bastard or not.

"I saw you two," Gojyo accused, not even knowing why he was so calm himself. He should be beating the living shit out of Sanzo, but the man just didn�t deserve it. Hell, Gojyo wasn�t even sure if Sanzo could take it any more, even though the man insisted on calling it upon himself. Would it really be so hard for Sanzo to just admit that he needed a little companionship? Sanzo just stared up at Gojyo, a smart comment on the tip of his tongue, but not voicing. Gojyo had one brief moment of satisfaction, knowing that he had finally been able to take a point over the monk; had somehow managed to say something that made the blonde simply shut the fuck up. Sanzo tore his gaze away to stare down at the top of the sheets in horror.

"Hakkai wouldn�t.... Because... oh- fuck, I thought that was the dreams," Sanzo whispered miserably, eyes unfocused as he looked inside himself. "I thought... It couldn�t have been...." Sanzo was unable to come up with a reason, seeming so pitiful without even trying. Gojyo winced, suddenly regretting pushing Sanzo so hard. The blonde hadn�t exactly known what was going on at the time; Gojyo remembering how open and expressive Sanzo�s face had been over Hakkai�s bobbing head. Whatever drug the doctor had given Sanzo, just half a bottle had been more than enough to give Gojyo a buzz.

"It�s okay, I understand if you were drugged up," Gojyo volunteered his shoulder, ready to let the shitty monk cry himself out again. It was the best he could hope for, since the blonde wasn�t going to offer an apology like any decent human being would. Gojyo was rather used to it now, expecting tears from the man that didn�t even know how to smile. For being a priest, Sanzo had all the emotional sensitivity of a very sharp knife. Gojyo could never guess at what kind of reaction Sanzo might give him this time, long since given up on even understanding just what set Genjo Sanzo off. He had so many buttons that casual conversation was almost impossible; the slightest incorrect phrasing enough to have the monk screaming and throwing things like any child. How was Gojyo supposed to know that offering a little comfort would be the exact fucking wrong thing to do?

Sanzo was off of the bed and up in his face before Gojyo could even get a hand up in self-protection.

"You asshole! You think that makes a fucking difference now?" Sanzo hissed out, slamming two hands hard against Gojyo�s chest. He staggered even though he had been expecting it; the monk damn strong when he wanted to be. Sometimes it was hard to believe that Sanzo was really human. Gojyo wasn�t even sure what point he should argue, just left with his mouth open as Sanzo shoved him again, pushing Gojyo back. He had forgotten entirely how intimidating Sanzo could be when he got angry about something, suddenly just as tall as Gojyo- if not more. He kept backpedaling while Sanzo advanced on him, violet eyes bright with fury.

"You think it fucking mattered to me?!" Sanzo demanded, so pissed off that Gojyo was afraid to give him an answer. He had been scared that Hakkai meant something to Sanzo, after seeing that shitty monk panting and sweating with the brunette between his legs. That Hakkai was somehow able to make Sanzo feel things when Gojyo barely got a second glance. He legs hit the bed and Gojyo fell into an awkward sitting position while the blonde swept in front of him, twice as more frightening now that he was the only one standing.

"Do you think I�m scared?" Sanzo yelled, eyes narrowing as they latched onto Gojyo�s own. Gojyo blinked at that, not sure when he could have possibly given Sanzo that idea. �Scared� was certainly the last word Gojyo would pick to describe the blonde who was kicking Gojyo�s legs apart so that he could get in closer, looming in with Gojyo�s knees on the outside of his thighs. Gojyo didn�t know how Sanzo managed it, but suddenly Gojyo felt threatened and vulnerable. Just where was Sanzo keeping his gun right now? He didn�t want to die because Sanzo got into a temper about something he had never said. Sanzo was assuming things, probably projecting what he felt inside onto whatever he believed Gojyo to be doing right now. He couldn�t win with a guy like Sanzo; just had to sit back and pray that it wouldn�t hurt too much.

"You think a... a blow job is such a big deal?" Sanzo didn�t lose any steam for having to struggle for the proper term, still very new to what could go on inside the bedroom despite all the educating Gojyo had be doing lately. If anything, Sanzo got all the more frustrated for that little slip. Gojyo was shoved one last time to fall on his back, spread out onto the bed whether he wanted to or not. He struggled back up onto his elbows with a few choice words to say to Sanzo- when the priest grabbed the top of his pants and yanked them down. They both made the same distressed squeak at the same exact time; whatever Sanzo�s plan had been was destroyed by the already aroused dick that was suddenly let loose. Gojyo didn�t know what Sanzo was thinking he�d do, but Gojyo was bound to get excited when he was handled a little bit roughly. It was only mildly irritating that it was Sanzo doing the dominating right now, because Gojyo was pretty sure he�d be flat-out murdered if he thought to argue right now.

"You piece of shit," Sanzo snarled, badmouthing him to the end. Gojyo didn�t know just what he had done to get Sanzo so pissed off at him, trying to understand a man that made no sense at all. How could someone like Genjo Sanzo wind up as the High Priest? It was like the Gods had gotten drunk and then played dice with Sanzo�s fate; one seriously fucked-up individual. Sanzo had more pride than he needed, and that got the bitchy blonde into trouble more often than not. Just like right now, Sanzo had his back up about some little thing Gojyo must have done to sleight him. If anyone should be throwing a fit right now, it should be him. Sanzo had been the one screwing around behind his back, not the other way around! Why didn�t anyone believe him when he said that Sanzo had done this all under his own free will- even Sanzo?

Gojyo raised up a hand, stuck between pushing Sanzo off or dragging the shitty monk down onto the bed with him. The blonde quickly smacked his hand back down with a harsh glare that said any uncalled-for movement would quickly put Gojyo in a world of hurt. He was left with no words, not sure what he could say when Sanzo was flipping out, yet again, just this time it was in a whole other way. Sanzo�s mouth twisted down like he was going to say something to make Gojyo cry, droopy eyes narrowed into little slits that barely allowed his unique eye color to show through. He shook his hair back, trying to get untamable tresses to fall into some sort of order. Gojyo just watched, not sure where this was all going- but damn certain that he liked the sight in front of him, pants on or not. Sanzo�s gaze flicked back up to his face just once, as if just looking at a half-youkai would somehow actually cause a High Priest harm. Then, the man seemed to finally make his mind up about something and dropped down to his knees too quickly for Gojyo to even be surprised before a hand made a cold, hard grip around his shaft. Gojyo couldn�t move away, couldn�t even speak, just struck dumb by the blonde head slow descending down on his groin. There was a moment�s hesitation and Gojyo felt the slight inquiry of Sanzo�s tongue on the tip of his head, inexpertly popping his mouth around Gojyo�s dick without further ado.

Sanzo may not have known what he was doing, and he probably was only doing it out of spite, but his mouth was a warm, velvety heaven. Gojyo was immediately hard, all the blood rushing to his groin so fast that it hurt. Sanzo didn�t have a clue to how nice that tentative pressure felt as his lips enclosed around the head. The blonde tried to take Gojyo down in one quick motion, but was brought up short by that fact that his mouth simply wasn�t big enough. Sanzo only got halfway before he gagged himself, spitting Gojyo out coughing against his leg. Saliva went cool on hypersensitive skin now that Sanzo�s mouth wasn�t keeping it warm, a shuddering sensation that took Gojyo all the way from his balls to his toes.

"Sanzo, you don-..." Gojyo started, wishing that he could somehow get Sanzo to understand that sex wasn�t a place where they fought it out for dominance. The monk just ignored him, shaking his bangs out of his sight as he leaned forward and tried again. Sanzo�s tongue caressed the underside of his cock as he was swallowed up again, thought Gojyo couldn�t determine if it was on purpose or not. The monk was trying to get his mouth to move along the length of it, instinctively or just from the memory of what little Gojyo had been able to do to him, but couldn�t manage any better this time. Gojyo could have grabbed Sanzo�s hair and just forced the matter, wanting so very much to just grind up into that warm suction the monk was providing. Except Gojyo knew that doing so would be the unforgivable, something that would truly piss him off past all others. Sanzo was trying so hard as well, even though he kept accidentally dropping Gojyo out of his mouth. The monk got more frustrated each time, teeth scraping harder against the sensitive tip before Sanzo tried to literally eat Gojyo alive. It was a mix between unbelievable joy that Sanzo was finally doing this to him- and actual pain at the rough way Sanzo went about it. Gojyo hadn�t imagined anything like this, figuring that Sanzo�s mouth wouldn�t be so bad when it wasn�t used for speaking, but this was ridiculous. The combination of pain and earnest endeavor on Sanzo�s behalf was almost enough to make him lose control.

He remembered being so angry when Hakkai done this to Sanzo, that fucking moaning forever etched in his mind- but now that it was Sanzo doing it, Gojyo wasn�t even sure what to think. The monk was smacking his lips loudly, gasping for air and coughing whenever he couldn�t stand it any more, unable to silently suck Gojyo off as the golden head bobbed between his legs. He couldn�t understand how Sanzo could look so damn beautiful even though it was just his hair waving around as Sanzo moved his mouth up and down. It wasn�t exactly the right angle and Sanzo was attempting to take him down deeper than he could manage, hitting the back of his mouth almost every time. Gojyo squirmed, hips thrusting upward even though he should have been trying to stay absolutely still. Even if Sanzo was most definitely in control for this round, Gojyo didn�t want to scare him off by accident if he became too passionate about this. But it was damn hard not to, when Sanzo grunted during his struggle and sent thousands of little needles into his skin. Gojyo dug his hands into the sheets, trying to hold back the fire that was burning up in his loins and failing fast. Sanzo had enough time to give Gojyo one final lick, supporting him with just his fingers as Sanzo took a moment to breathe- and found himself with a face full of cum. Gojyo couldn�t help himself, ejaculating hard with a mangled cry. He had wanted it to be straight down Sanzo�s throat, wanted to see the monk�s expression when the arrogant bastard tasted him for the first time; but that got screwed up just like so many other things.

Sanzo sputtered, jerking his head back too late as little goblets of white sperm landed on his cheeks and some in his hair. Violet eyes blazed, black pupils dilating large as Sanzo suddenly shot up to his feet in indignant anger. He raised up his hands to wipe at the mess, then paused as he realized just what he would be spreading to his hands. Sanzo went so dark of red that it was really more of purple, sure to blow a gasket at the contented smile Gojyo couldn�t keep from his face. He wasn�t even sure what had driven Sanzo to it in the first place, but a man couldn�t help but admit to being damn pleased with the results; regardless of if it was a foul-mouthed priest getting pissed off at something he had done all one his own accord.

"You- you fucking youkai half-breed!" Sanzo screamed, pointing down at him in accusation as if there was anyone else in the room who might have cummed in his face.

"I know, I know. Just get your bony ass over here, you shitty monk," Gojyo snapped back, grabbing Sanzo by the wrist of that pointing hand and dragging him down. Sanzo tried to struggle away, only finding himself further off-balance as he simply ran into the edge of the mattress and was forced to fall down onto Gojyo, face shocked and messy. Gojyo couldn�t help it, when Sanzo was looking so damn hot with his own sperm dripping off his face. The monk landed somewhat on Gojyo�s thigh and stomach while he clapped his hands over the priest�s ears, holding the man in place as he started to lick his face clean. Sanzo immediately just froze up; trying to flinch away while Gojyo held him steady. The blonde still trembled while Gojyo ran his tongue underneath his eye and over his nose, obviously trying to get away from it but Gojyo refusing to let him do so at the same time. There was a growl, which turned into an encouraging moan when Gojyo licked the edge of his mouth.

So sensitive, his little monk, though Sanzo wouldn�t let you believe it for a minute outside of the bedroom. Gojyo had yet to leave an unsatisfied lover�except that bitch that had shown up one more time than was necessary. Gojyo could really hate the woman, if she hadn�t somehow been able to spark Sanzo jumping on him like a dog in heat. There was nothing argue about in that situation, his fingers finding Sanzo�s hair and running his hand through the uneven length of it. He switched their positions, rolling until Sanzo was underneath him and in a better spot to be kissed senseless. Sanzo didn�t have the face required for a High Priest, not with those droopy and exquisite violet eyes, full set of lips if he just didn�t frown all the fucking time, and a beauty that made everyone look twice despite what gender or current lovers one might have. Sanzo simply didn�t have the attitude befitting one, so damn stubborn and arrogant that it Gojyo found it hard to imagine what Sanzo would be like if they ever came across a town that didn�t care if he was High Priest Genjo Sanzo. The shitty monk insisted being a pain in the ass all the time; one that Gojyo was helplessly attracted to. It was hard not be, when Sanzo had all that soft, golden hair and a mouth that tasted faintly of cigarettes�not Gojyo�s brand, but interesting nonetheless.

One cold, smooth hand slipped around Gojyo�s neck, and this time it was actually gentle. He was drawn in deeper to his own kiss, a little meeting of tongues and a few rumbling noises on Sanzo�s part that had Gojyo floating on air all over again. Even the smallest little bit of affection from Sanzo was worth it, even it meant dragging it out of Sanzo kicking and screaming. Once that, cold, cold and barren heart opened up, Gojyo had found surprisingly more love than he would have ever expected from the contemptuous priest. Sanzo was nice to cuddle with and he was learning to become an active partner in the sex. Hell, they might even start resembling friends soon.

"What was all that for?" Gojyo asked at last when they paused between kissing, backing up so that he could look at Sanzo. Some of his own red hair was curling around underneath the monk�s neck, framing that pretty face with the beginnings of a frown coming in. Sanzo hated to talk more than anyone Gojyo had ever met, though he heartily relished a good curse; the majority of them directed at Gojyo lately. If Sanzo weren�t so fucking pleasing to gaze upon, Gojyo would have called Sanzo on it long ago.

"You�re so damned dense," Sanzo returned tiredly, downward-slanted eyes at half-mast. It was like the monk was trying to decide between passing out or starting a whole new argument.

"I wouldn�t be talking if I were you, Sanzo," Gojyo shot right back, determined to get in the last word before Sanzo tried to do anything ridiculous like pass out or such. The shitty priest had such a tendency to do so these days. For someone trying so damn hard to be tough as nails, he didn�t have the physical dexterity for it. Maybe if Sanzo put on a few pounds� which was next on Gojyo�s to-do list, since he had already managed to get the shitty priest in the sack.

"What�s that supposed to mean?" Sanzo hissed with a light in his eyes that could hardly qualify as sane. Gojyo grinned down at the skinny bitch, wondering how it was possible for someone to have so many things that got him worked up. It was harder to find something that Sanzo even remotely tolerated, much less enjoyed. Gojyo didn�t believe that he had ever seen Sanzo smile while sober.

Gojyo suddenly remembered a night very long ago, when they had first all joined up into this neat little group and started heading West. Sanzo had run out of cigarettes while they were on the road and the nicotine withdrawals were making him even more ornery than usual. Only thing was, Gojyo had a whole carton hidden away right underneath the front seat, but Sanzo would be damned before he asked anyone for anything. When they had finally stopped sometime in the eternal hot afternoon for relative bathroom breaks and to give the Jeep a rest, Gojyo had passed the monk a cigarette out of pure pity. Sanzo had been stubbornly standing in the sun, absolutely refusing to share the shade of a rock cliff with youkai, but when Gojyo had passed him that single cancer stick, something about Sanzo softened for just an instant. He hadn�t exactly given Gojyo a smile, but it wasn�t his usual glare; just rare and ethereal violet eyes glancing up underneath the fringe of his golden bangs and lighting up when they saw the cigarette. Sanzo had never thanked him for it, of course, but Gojyo had gotten more out of that encounter than that shitty monk would ever know.

"How long did it take you to realize I wanted you?" Gojyo asked with a sneer, wondering how the man could be so damn thick. He guessed that the old joke about blondes being dumb was actually true� though he�d like to meet the man that could say so to Sanzo�s face. Gojyo was smart enough to keep all of that inside while Sanzo looked fit to blow steam out his ears. He was going to have to get Sanzo used to compliments some fucking way, otherwise Gojyo wasn�t going to last much longer. Conversation never really seemed to work out between them, but Sanzo certainly was responsive to anything physical as Gojyo kissed the monk before he could toss a fit.

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"Hakkai, there�s something I don�t get," Goku announced as he laid down two cards. He was hunched over his cards like they were alive and speaking to him, golden eyes bright as they studied the three remaining cards. Goku was barely in his seat as he perched against the edge of the table in excitement. Hakkai had actually managed to find a set of usable chips in this run-down inn to keep track as they played. Hakkai had almost felt cruel after a few minutes of Goku tossing in nearly everything on a pair of tens. The first hand had been nothing but a massacre. They had kept on playing with Hakkai tossing Goku extra pity chips at the end of each hand just to keep the boy in the game. After a while it had no longer been necessary�and now Goku�s meager pile had turned into a fair-sized lump. Goku may be slow, but he eventually did catch on to things. Hakkai was beginning to regret ever giving the little demon a handicap. Hakuryuu chirped on the side of the table, watching in confusion as his master did his best to keep his poker face on, his smile becoming more and more manufactured.

"And what would that be, Goku?" Hakkai asked as he dealt Goku two new cards. He frowned down at his own hand: Queen and Nine of Spades, Ten of Hearts, Four of Diamonds, and the Two of Clubs. Hakkai wondered if he could have possibly forgotten to shuffle the deck with such miserable cards. He kept the Queen and Nine, throwing the rest down in a gamble to improve his hand. He could guess that Goku had a few Clubs in his hands, likely high cards. After finally pounding the basics of card play into Goku, he was managing so well on his own that Hakkai was actually struggling. It was pathetic, but still not quite as bad as getting drunk enough to have such an awful hangover in the morning. Hakkai couldn�t stop beating himself up about it, and he wasn�t about to stop either. Because of it, Sanzo had been rendered completely helpless last night. Despite the tightening in his gut, Hakkai assured himself that he had only been helping Sanzo, just as if someone had been administering the proper medicine. Hakkai still couldn�t wait for the doctor to show up again, more than ready to tell him a good piece of his mind, since Hakkai couldn�t do it to any of his friends� Though Gojyo might deserve it.

"If you like Sanzo, how come you�re in here with me?" Goku�s question caught him completely off-guard, making Hakkai�s hand freeze in the process of drawing new cards. Hakuryuu was biting at the discarded joker cards to the side, entertaining itself while they had this conversation. Hakkai wished he could pretend to not understand words, just like his pet. He stared in disbelief at the boy sitting across from him at this small table in this quiet hotel room, wondering when the hell Goku had suddenly become so observant. He was blinking at him over his cards right now, so childish in oversized pajamas that no one would ever believe that the same innocent looking youth had nearly killed them all a few days ago. Much less that he would be able to tell that Hakkai held some sort of affection for anyone. He had prided himself on being unreadable, at least until now. Damn Goku.

"I-� I don�t �like� Sanzo!" Hakkai shot back indignantly, belatedly realizing that he should be getting offended at this. Even if Hakkai truly loved Sanzo, he doubted the priest could ever return such emotion. Gojyo was the only person that could seem to get any sort of reaction from the blonde, though it usually was extreme animosity. To everyone else, Sanzo was always distant, removed, and cold. Hakkai had done so much over the years in one vain attempt after the other to get closer to the blonde. Certainly, Sanzo had opened up a bit, but he had remained untouchable and unapproachable; practically as ethereal as the Three Aspects that he served. Goku was the only person in the world who had hung off of Sanzo�s sleeve and lived to tell the tale. Sanzo may have had a few late-night conversations with him over endless bottles of alcohol, but it was usually when it was raining and the both of them were in sour moods already. Hakkai didn�t know how he could be attracted to someone who was so depressing and contemptuous. It made just as much sense as Gojyo actually sticking to Sanzo�s bed at the next village they went to. Hakkai would only have to sit back and watch until Gojyo went back to his usual habits, never staying with one partner for long. They certainly hadn�t lasted long, Hakkai reminded himself with a bitter smile as he finished drawing his cards. He didn�t even wonder where his melancholy came from.

Goku didn�t even say anything, just kept staring at him with catlike, golden eyes.

"Is it that obvious?" Hakkai asked with a sigh, staring down at the pair of Threes and a King of Hearts. It was so ironic Hakkai could cry. Hakuryuu dropped one card it had managed to pick up in it�s delicate mouth, cooing and waving it�s head toward him. Hakkai hadn�t even been sure if he was attracted to Sanzo himself, but after seeing Gojyo and him together� he had been so angry that he had started seeing red. Hakkai couldn�t keep around them for long, to watch that exaggerated bickering and know that Gojyo ended up on top at the end of it. He remembered the first few weeks he had spent in Gojyo�s care when he had been unable to move from a bed because of his injuries. He had wondered where Gojyo slept while the redhead cheerily announced that it would not be a problem. Hakkai soon discovered that it was because Gojyo went and found someone else�s to use every night, coming back each morning with a different perfume lingering around him. He would make coffee and brag about it to Hakkai before entertaining his bedridden guest for the day only to leave again when it started getting dark� Gojyo was the picture of youkai libido. Having one of those two men submit to the other was unimaginable, yet furthering the argument why Sanzo and Gojyo couldn�t be in love with each other. They just couldn�t.

"Hakkai, I don�t really know about these things, but I can tell it�s bugging you," Goku explained at last, throwing in several chips at the end as if to give value to his words. Hakkai frowned down at the red, blue, and white chips piling up in the middle of the table, at how Goku was able to guess at exactly what was going on. The boy may be relying on nothing but instinct, but it was the most honest thing Hakkai had heard in days. He couldn�t concentrate on his cards when things were going to hell in the meanwhile. He had been able to bluff through most of his hands with Goku before, but he was losing his hold on his smile. Even Hakuryuu was beginning to get concerned, shifting around on it�s hind legs to point toward it�s master.

"Damn," Hakkai only cursed when it was necessary, throwing down his awful hand and settling back into his chair in defeat. It was the first time he had to fold while playing Goku. His usual skill with cards was gone completely as Goku showed all three other Queens and two Aces. Hakkai could only stare at the magnificent hand, not sure if he should be horrified or proud. Goku would definitely be able to beat Gojyo in poker now if he was able to play this well against him. Then again, Hakkai wasn�t even playing, just going through the motions of holding cards while his head spun with everything that had happened over the past few days.

"It�s definitely weird, but Gojyo loves Sanzo. And, Sanzo hasn�t killed Gojyo yet, so they�re �together� for now, right?" Goku asked carefully, obviously feeling the situation out for the first time and not even sure of the terms to use. Hakkai didn�t doubt that Goku simply hadn�t been thinking about what was going on between the other two members of their group up until now. It must be bliss to be as stunningly oblivious to everything as Goku was, humming as he gathered up the chips from the last hand. Hakkai�s pile was now noticeably smaller than Goku�s, first losing to water sprite and now a monkey. His luck was truly beginning to go foul, not just with the cards but life as well.

"Right," Hakkai whispered his agreement, knowing that Goku needed to hear the honest answer. It burned to know that those two were lying in the same bed, sharing the same sheets, pressing skin and mouths against each other� A bastard youkai and the High Priest Sanzo. Did either of them take into account the gossiping that was going around town already? Wasn�t Sanzo sworn to keep moving West, instead of spending yet another night in Gojyo�s bed? It made absolutely no sense! Hakkai felt like he was going mad trying to keep his smile on his face through this whole mess. He was the only one who could be trusted be reasonable and fair, and his chest was beginning to hurt from it. He just wanted to tell Gojyo and Sanzo exactly what was on his mind- and knew that was impossible at the same time.

"I�m going to go downstairs for a drink. Why don�t you practice shuffling for a little bit, Goku?" Hakkai suggested as he stood up out of his chair. He couldn�t stay here and think about this any longer. It was making him sick. Goku just nodded, surprisingly understanding instead of arguing like a child, as he tended to do. Hakuryuu stayed on the table, rather friendly with Goku even if the boy occasionally tried to eat the dragon. Hakkai smiled his gratitude, a real one before he turned around and finally let himself glare like he wanted to, even if it was just at the door. He didn�t want to go get drunk, not after actually managing to get plastered after he had talked to Kanzeon Bosatsu. He didn�t �feel bad like usual,� it was that everyone else was slowly driving him insane! He couldn�t understand how Gojyo and Sanzo could flip-flop between wanting to murder each other and then be making passionate love in the next room. Hakkai hated the fact that he was so courteous and understanding of it all too, because that was what was suspected of him. Hakkai hadn�t spoken about his own feelings in so long that he wasn�t even sure where they lay any more. He couldn�t even figure out whom he was jealous of: either that shitty priest or that horny half-breed. Hakkai left the room more angry than when he had entered, throwing open the door to go out into the hallway�

�and ran straight into the smallest man he�d seen in his life. No taller than Goku but looking ever bit as old as the child-demon was supposed to be. Grey hair was puffing out of his ears and nose, his eyebrows wild things that looked like they were trying to take over the rest of that tired, old and cracked face. Hakkai stared down at the man while he stared right back up at him, huffing and adjusting his grip on the large briefcase he was holding. Hakkai noticed the bloodstains on the hem of his wrists, the white suit he was wearing wrinkled and dirty like it hadn�t been washed since last week. He was as attractive as bucket mud, Hakkai�s lip twisting up despite his usual polite control.

"Now who are you?" the man asked in a stuffy and professional manner, whatever patience this man had obviously long gone. Hakkai could relate to that, but he wasn�t about to feel sympathy for a complete stranger; especially such a rude one at that. Hakkai already got enough attitude from Gojyo than one man could stand. If only Sanzo hadn�t suddenly decided that he actually did want to sleep with the half-youkai, Hakkai could have just tossed Gojyo out on his ass. A few days ago Sanzo probably would have applauded him for it too, but now�Sanzo wouldn�t say it in such romantic terms, but the blonde had definitely fallen in love with the half-breed. The High Priest was too obsessive in his hatred of Gojyo for it to be anything else. Hakkai felt more and more like an outsider in their group, getting pushed aside or outright ignored these days. He wasn�t about to let this filthy midget sneer at him as well.

"Cho Hakkai," he threw out his name like a weapon, sure that this man must have heard rumors of the three demons that were travelling with High Priest Genjo Sanzo.

"Oh, the drunk," the doctor announced aloud, obviously having heard different than Hakkai had been expecting. Just because he had gotten drunk enough to pass out one night, he was an alcoholic? Sanzo and Gojyo put down hard liquor like it was water everyday, the fact that their livers were still functioning no small miracle. Why was he always the one who was labeled and looked down upon? Nobody had made mention of how many bottle of liquor Kanzeon Bosatsu had ordered up to Sanzo and Gojyo�s room; the bare minimum to get those two drunk enough to have sex together enough to kill any normal human being. Those two drank as regularly as they pissed, while the single time Hakkai couldn�t stand it any more and simply needed to get belligerent the whole village ended up calling him a drunk. Hakkai didn�t know if he should call it irony or karma, but certain that he didn�t deserve it either way.

"May I asked just whom you may be?" Hakkai�s voice went as sweet and high as it could go to cover up the fact that he wanted to kill this man. If he started with this elderly dwarf, Hakkai would just have to finish off the rest of the people in this inn along with any others foolish enough to call him names when he was in a bad mood already. The man adjusted his glasses and drew himself up to his full height, which didn�t even reach Hakkai�s chest.

"I�m the doctor for Genjo Sanzo. Doctor Chen," he repeated, waiting for Hakkai to be impressed with his employment. He froze in place, realizing that this must be the man that had slipped Sanzo that drug. It had gotten so bad that Hakkai had been forced to give Sanzo head simply so the man could rest easily; and, of course, Sanzo had forgotten all about it in the morning. He seemed rather skilled at that. Hakkai dropped his hands in shock while the good doctor paled at the expression coming over Hakkai�s face. He couldn�t help glancing down the hall both ways to confirm that they were alone before he focused back on the old man.

"You!" Hakkai snapped out immediately. "You�you fucking idiot! Do you have any clue what you did?" He couldn�t help the profanity, frustrated beyond his limits. The doctor blinked up at him while Hakkai shook with rage, about to scream, throw his hand through the little freak�s chest and ripping out his ribcage. He wondered how Mei Li would take to cleaning up that mess, deeply considering it for a moment. If they left tomorrow morning like Sanzo had been insisting at their midday meal, Hakkai could get away with it scott free. He couldn�t help the desire to do violence on someone that was partially responsible for ruining his life, shoving the old doctor back hard. He stumbled into the opposite wall, dropping that beaten piece of luggage to the ground with a clanging that spoke of delicate contents. Hakkai stepped forward to do more, than reconsidered and drop down to one knee, easily flicking back the latches and opening up the case to examine it.

Typical medical tools of scalpels, scissors, forceps, a thermometer, and other instruments fitted into threadbare, velvet padding. There were rolls of bandages and an ancient needle; the glass so scratched that the measurement on the side was completely faded. On the inside of the top of the case were two rows of heavy vials strapped down tightly. Hakkai had to be impressed that known of them were broken as he studied the different colored powders and liquids. He recognized a few from sight alone, the others� names written on yellowing, peeling labels. Nothing but common street drugs, mostly ones used to numb the senses of the body, but all illegal. He picked one out one transparent bottle, glaring hard at the title before hurling it against the wall.

Glass and drug exploded next to the doctor�s head, soaking his shoulder as he seemed to shrink against the wall. Hakkai grabbed another one.

"Just-�"

Crash. Hakkai enunciated the syllable with another vial, picking up two more in his other hand and chucking them as well. One landed dangerously close to the doctor�s head while the other hit the old man in the shin. He cried out, but Hakkai barely heard it. He remembered Sanzo whimpering and shivering on the bed in helpless pleasure� thought about the other victims that this Doctor Chen had treated before daring to touch their monk. Hakkai was sick and tired of people messing around with Sanzo�s life, that youkai painting the brutal rape of the High Priest, Gojyo nearly doing the same exact thing in a slightly more companionable manner, the very Three Aspects that ordered Sanzo around in the first place. He knew that Sanzo hated to be told what to do, that he would rather be back in a secluded monastery even though Hakkai couldn�t possibly imagine what the monk must do; but Sanzo would be happy then. He was certainly miserably now, and as much as he would like to blame it all on Gojyo, he couldn�t deny that he had a part in it as well. What had he allowed to happen to Sanzo? Another person that he loved was falling apart.

"-what-�" Hakkai grabbed handfuls of the drugs this time, tears blurring his vision as he tossed them all at the miserable little toad. He had tried not to think about it, had done his best not to remember, but it was so damn similar. He had come too late, far too late to protect Sanzo from a band of youkai. He had been raped. Just like Kannan. Even worse, if he cared to believe Gojyo right now, Sanzo had tried to commit suicide just like her as well. Hakkai hadn�t be able to stop it from happening, hadn�t been able to get either Sanzo or Kannan to open up to him before they�d self-destructed. He couldn�t handle watching Sanzo break down, not when the image of Kannan�s tear-streaked, smiling face flickered behind his eyes. How beautiful she had looked before she plunged a knife up into her gut, iron bars separating him from her. Kannan had died in front of his eyes while Hakkai broke his arm trying to reach through the cell wall. How limp Sanzo had been on the bed when they had burst in thinking they were going to save the errant priest like usual, covered in his own blood and wrists still lashed to the headboards. Hakkai had almost lost Sanzo because he couldn�t find the will to live inside the usually determined monk that night. The very same damn thing was happening again. Did the Gods find it humorous to torture him until he went mad? As if killing a thousand youkai and more wasn�t enough to keep a man awake at night. He already knew that Kanzeon Bosatsu got plenty of cheap laughs at his expense. Now everyone in this destitute village was gossiping about �the drunk.� Why weren�t they calling Gojyo an insensitive slut and Sanzo an arrogant son of a bitch? Goku was the only one who hadn�t done anything wrong, fuck, the only one to notice how upsetting this was for him. Sanzo and Gojyo didn�t give a shit if he had finally reached his breaking point.

"-the hell-�" Hakkai just picked up the whole briefcase, hoisting it up as instruments began to fall out and throwing it at its owner. Doctor Chen got it all mostly in the face, going down in a tumble with the piece of leather busted on top of his head. It wasn�t satisfying enough to see him moan and curl into the floorboard.

"-�WERE YOU THINKING?" Hakkai screamed it, launching forward as hands locked underneath his armpits and behind his head. Hakkai was suddenly caught in a headlock, wrestling with someone he couldn�t even see. Hakkai heard his shirt rip with the force of his struggle, trying to throw the person off like a wild animal. He was not in a mood to be touched right now.

"Calm down! Let it go, Hakkai!" Gojyo was shouting into his ear, forcibly lifting him up and hauling him away from the victim. His heels dragged on the floor, the sound of unfamiliar female voices crying out at the sight of the doctor on the floor. He realized there was a gathering of maids not quite at the top of the stairs, staring in horror at the sight of him beating up an old man. Hakkai became aware of just what he had done, going limp as he looked back at the foaming puddle of mixed drugs underneath and on the doctor. Gojyo sensed that the fight had left him and Hakkai was hesitantly released. He staggered for a moment before his knees started to do their job, glancing over at the tall man in embarrassment�and then anger. Gojyo blinked at him in loose pants and a white tank top, his usually straight hair a complete mess and his lips bruised from kissing. He had the outline of teeth on his left shoulder, and Hakkai didn�t doubt that they belonged to Sanzo. He was sweating, though that could be from trying to pull Hakkai off of fucking Sanzo blind, but he reeked of sex. He had come out into the hallway after obviously, recently finishing up with the High Priest. Gojyo held his hands out in front of him in preparation in case Hakkai became violent again, clearly expecting it from the look of pure fury that had passed over his face.

"Come on�Come on, let�s just go outside," Gojyo suggested, jerking a head back at the maids. The doctor was beginning to moan and outright whimper behind them, each noise another stab into his conscious. Hakkai had never gotten violent with anyone who wasn�t a youkai before. He was usually so in control, and that had completely snapped tonight. There was a suddenly urge to cover his face with his hands and hide. It was the absolute worst to be lectured by Gojyo right now, when he was responsible for half of this mess, for messing around with Sanzo�s head until the blonde actually thought he was in love. Hakkai should have never asked Gojyo to sleep with Sanzo on that first night, for fear of the monk dying of hypothermia. It was a simple fact that the half-breed produced more body head than the rest of them, taller and therefore bigger�and also easy to warm up. Hakkai chuckled at that, or maybe it was crying. He was such a goddamn fool.

"Ladies, could you please see to Doctor Chen? Put it on our tab, just�fix him up," Gojyo waved a hand back at the moaning old man. "I want to talk to him later." The girls nodded, hustling past Hakkai in clear terror as Gojyo herded him toward the stairs. He was in no state to argue, just wanting to get away from this mess as quickly as possible. Gojyo got him down the stairs and quickly pushed toward the backdoor of the inn while a late-night group of onlookers stared. Hakkai wondered what rumor would start spreading this time about one of Genjo Sanzo�s followers. He always tried to remain on his best behavior because someone had to in their group. If he wasn�t polite and made sure that Sanzo remembered to pay the bill at the latest inn or hotel they found, otherwise they would have an even worse reputation than the one that already dogged their heels. Everything was so damn upsetting at the moment that it was all Hakkai could do to remain upright. Gojyo stopped pushing him for one moment and Hakkai lost all momentum, blind and bereft of direction; so damn miserable with his own existence that all he could think about was wanting to die.

Gojyo said something that had a curse word in it as he rejoined Hakkai, this time with a bottle full of deep, transparent red liquid. Hakkai blanched, his gaze drifting up to blood red hair and eyes, not quite able to take that metaphor head on. Sanzo had almost died. Kannan had. Both times were his fault. He hadn�t been able to protect either of them, and had seen too much blood spilled because he had gotten there too late. Gojyo cursed again as Hakkai felt tears start to fall down his face, unaware that he had began to cry again. It seemed like once he had finally let go, he couldn�t find his emotional center of balance�just lost. Gojyo put an arm around him and began to drag Hakkai out through the dark hallway behind the bar and kitchen to the backdoor. He was shoved out into a black night, none of the street lamps blocking out the darkness, just the few windows that were open and gleaming with the soft yellow of weak electricity. There was only a quarter moon tonight; slowly making a fat arch through the sky. Hakkai made the mistake of looking up, taking in a cold but clear starlit night. It seemed like every constellation and fat cluster of stars was out, blinking and shining down on them.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Gojyo�s enraged yell brought him back down to earth, realizing that he had started walking toward the rows of empty clothing lines.

"That �doctor� you called in was a drug-peddler!" Hakkai finally snapped, turning around to face off with Gojyo, the real person he wanted to fight. He had risked his life to save Sanzo, to make sure that the High Priest was able to safely complete his mission; but he couldn�t protect Sanzo from the harsh trick Gojyo was going to play on him. Sure, they seemed romantic now, Gojyo always able to be to maliciously charming when he chose; but that would soon begin to rot. The newness would wear off, the fighting would finally outweigh the sex, and Gojyo would move on. Hakkai knew very well that Sanzo wasn�t one to stand for being dumped. He had rarely opened up to any of them, but now he was spreading his legs for Gojyo. That took a lot, more than Hakkai�s imagination could come up with. The only thing he could figure out was that Gojyo must have somehow fooled their High Priest into thinking that what they had was love. Hakkai wasn�t going to just watch quietly anymore, refusing to let this travesty go on a moment longer.

"What?" Gojyo�s eyes narrowed, his head shaking slightly with confusion. Gojyo opened up the bottle of liquor while he stared at Hakkai for explanation, taking a large swig underneath his glare and hissing loudly at the end of it. Gojyo didn�t even see what was wrong with starting to drink right now, when Goku was sitting upstairs with a very good idea of what was going on�and Hakkai wasn�t even sure of the thought that were going through Sanzo�s head, never had been able to. What could qualify for normal with Sanzo? How would Hakkai ever be able to tell that the blonde had fully recovered? That idiot doctor had already done enough damage�as well as himself. Hakkai found himself shaking with fear at what he had done; how close he had been to just reaching up and tearing off his demon limiters. Thankfully Gojyo was there to get mad with, more than a few things to clear out between them.

"I�ll be damned if he even had a single antiseptic in there! He hadn�t even washed his hands from his last operation, you fucking moron!" Hakkai roared at Gojyo�s foolish question, eager to yell. There were no witnesses now, just the cold winter air as they fought out in the darkness. Gojyo was nonplussed by his outburst, taking another thoughtful swig of his alcohol before holding it out to Hakkai. He frowned down sourly at it, and Gojyo shrugged his shoulders at the obvious rejection.

"An� antiseptic?" Gojyo finally echoed back, clearly unfamiliar with the word. Hakkai froze up for a moment, truly stunned that Gojyo could just ignore all his anger and emotion� but then again, Gojyo was like that. Gojyo wasn�t the type to care all that much, unless it had to do with small orphans or stray cats�and now apparently covered screwed-up priests as well. Sanzo must be going mad trying to share the same bed sheets as the redhead. Hakkai was ready to kill him purely as friends; frustrated beyond all rational thought when Gojyo took another swig of the amber liquid in his hand. Hakkai just couldn�t understand why had he been called the drunk when Gojyo was already starting to smile like he typically did when he started to get sloshed.

"What does Sanzo see in you, really?" Hakkai yelled, throwing his hands up in the air at the stupidity. It rivaled Goku�s in some ways, and Hakkai had never imagined that Sanzo�s patience would last long underneath intimate pressure from two people. Gojyo opened his mouth up to say something undoubtedly harsh and crude�then paused as he actually listened to what Hakkai had said. Hakkai could see Gojyo thinking as gracefully as a rock falling down a landslide, eyes widening up in anger as he finally put everything together. Hakkai frowned, realizing that somewhere along the line he had said something wrong� had done something very wrong when he had attacked the doctor in the hallway. Hakkai didn�t have any control over the situation, and it was beginning to wear on him� had been for a long time. Hakkai almost relished the slow rage coming over Gojyo, elated to see someone else visibly suffering.

"Wait one damn second. What does that have to do with anything?!" Gojyo demanded, not so confused any more. Accusatory. Just as suddenly as it all had been started, Hakkai was turned right back around on his ass. He opened his mouth to explain exactly what Gojyo�s latest new obsession with Sanzo meant, how it was effecting their group, how it was� so damn childish of him to care this much. Hakkai didn�t like the relationship between Sanzo and Gojyo on so many different levels that he didn�t even know where to begin, except all of it was personal. Wasn�t that enough? It had always been the four of them, supporting and helping each other; and now Gojyo had been able to draw a clear line around Sanzo and announce �his� like a complete ass. Hakkai had found it impossible to just simply ignore and smile through it all as he usually did. He couldn�t, not this time, not when he utterly despised the thought of Gojyo and Sanzo together. He didn�t even really need a reason any more; so sick of being hurt and letting it always slide off his back. There was no law saying he had to be a nice guy all the time, especially when his �friends� were being so inconsiderate and selfish. He glared down at Gojyo, not about to take anything back� and unable to explain himself at the same time. Why should he, to some half-breed that only thought with his dick?

"I thought so. Why are you so pissed at me for bringing in a doctor because you were stone-cold drunk, when you took full advantage of it later?" Gojyo sneered at Hakkai�s silence, like it had only proven him right. That couldn�t be further from the truth, Hakkai torn between pinching the bridge of his nose to relieve the pressure that was building up�or just launching forward and taking Gojyo on. He felt like fighting tonight, wondering where the nonstop youkai attacks had gone when he actually wanted to play with them.

"Shut up, Gojyo!" Hakkai yelled out uselessly at Gojyo instead. He really didn�t want to hear this, not after flipping out on that poor excuse of a doctor. He should have been able to stop himself before things had gotten so bad. The same went for Gojyo and Sanzo.

"No, you can�t fucking make me! I�m sick of you and that shitty priest ignoring me!" It had truly descended into a playground fight as Gojyo threw the bottle he�d been nursing up against the side of the inn. It shattered with a wet explosion, much too expensive alcohol dripping down the wall just for Gojyo to prove his point. The liquid was a dark oil glistening in the weak moonlight, oozing down the dirty and scratched wood as if Gojyo had managed to open up a wound on the building. The redhead wasn�t even truly drunk yet, just pissed and angry. Hakkai could see his own emotions mirrored in the other man, but didn�t really care. Gojyo didn�t have the right to feel bad about this situation when he had been the one to start it all in the first place. Hakkai had been trying so desperately to hold everything together, but Sanzo and Gojyo alike insisted on self-destructing around him; like they were trying to involve both Goku and him in this tragic affair. Hakkai could no longer be held responsible for everyone when he didn�t even know what he wanted. He had never been more out of touch with his feelings before; wanting to avenge Sanzo but having no youkai left to deal with. Gojyo was fucking Sanzo, screwing him so recently after the monk had been through to most horrifying of all experiences. Kannan hadn�t been able to bare it, and she was no virgin like Hakkai had known Sanzo to be before this had all happened. Sanzo was certainly made of tougher stuff, but everyone had their breaking points. Even High Priests. Hakkai was sure that Sanzo had reached his limits, if they hadn�t been passed long ago.

"You don�t know what you�re talking about," Hakkai hissed, making fists without even thinking about it. He would knock some sense into Gojyo if necessary; sensing that words just wouldn�t go very far tonight. For some reason his eyes were drawn back to the liquor trailing slowly down the wall, bleeding just like Sanzo had all those nights ago. Couldn�t Gojyo understand the enormity of that kind of trauma? Hakkai didn�t care if it seemed like Sanzo was completely healed, all that vicious attitude firmly back in place� He knew in his bones that the priest was damaged, hurt� no longer the stubborn son of a bitch that Hakkai had chosen to follow. He didn�t even know why he followed such a selfish and arrogant man in the end, but Sanzo had a confidence about him, a kind of charisma that was undeniable despite the foul language and harsh manners. Gojyo wasn�t the type to understand that, much less appreciate.

"I think I do! I think you fucking love Sanzo, and you�re jealous! You�re goddamn jealous, it just kills you to see me with hi-�" Gojyo got no further, because Hakkai finally did what he should have done years ago.

He punched Gojyo as hard as he could in the jaw.

The redhead went stumbling backward, a little too drunk to defend himself properly. Gojyo finally found his feet again, wiping the blow off of his chin with the back of his hand. The damned youkai bastard was durable, and even worse, Hakkai had managed to make him mad. He couldn�t help but grin as Gojyo drew his hand back and called out his shaku-jyo; a bright, shining light in the middle of the darkness before it solidified into Gojyo�s weapon. He wanted to fight someone, seriously, wanted to put his life on the line tonight. Wanted to confirm that he was even there, that everything he was feeling right now actually meant something. He started rushing Gojyo before the redhead could start swinging his chain around, figuring that his chances would be better against blocking the long shaft with the curved blade at the end. Gojyo wasn�t the best at close-range fighting unless it was inside a bar, somehow forgetting those basics whenever he held a weapon in his hand. Hakkai was more than ready to tale advantage of every single one of those weaknesses, any predictable habits that he could easily pick out. Gojyo�s eyes blazed as if he noticed the sudden change in attitude, deadly serious now if he hadn�t been already. It was already too late, the wind whistling in Hakkai�s ears as he ran to meet the redhead.

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"Sanzo?" Goku called out softly into the dark room as he opened the door. There was no answer, not even when Goku accidentally shut the odor too loudly. He wasn�t sure if he should be quite or not, waiting for his eyes to adjust to see if Sanzo was sleeping or not. He had just gotten the urge to see the monk, not able to sit in the room throwing cards at Hakuryuu a moment longer. He had to make sure that Sanzo was all right. There had been way too many close calls lately, enough to make Goku just want to sit down and cry. He had to know that his monk was safe and in one piece before he even thought about going to bed.

The room smelled funny, a mix of cold food from the meal they had been forced to abandon after Sanzo had gotten sick�and something musky that Goku couldn�t quite place. He breezed in, able to spot a blonde head resting on the pillows. The rest of the bed had seemed to follow Sanzo whole as Goku crept closer, knowing very well what a light sleeper Sanzo was. The first few times he had tried to sneak into Sanzo�s bed because of a nightmare or something frightening during the nighttime of this strange new world outside of that cave, Goku had wound up with a lump the size of his fist decorating his head. Sanzo allowed him to sleep on the floor or sometimes even at the foot of the bed, when he was feeling particularly gracious. Goku couldn�t but feel a little bit jealous now that Gojyo was sharing the same mattress and sheets as Sanzo and woke up alive in the morning� but he knew that there was no way that the stupid kappa would have been allowed in without Sanzo�s explicit consent. No way, no how. Even if some things had gotten pretty crazy, there were certain basics that were never going change.

"Sanzo, are you awake?" Goku checked, sneaking closer. It was hard to walk around that table that was still full of untouched platters and cooled food. Half of it was probably already hardened and stale, but that didn�t much matter to Goku when he had already been forced to miss dinner. It was kind of hard to eat when Sanzo was getting sick in the bathroom.

"I am now," came a disgruntled reply as the figure in the bed tried to roll deeper into it. Goku smiled, happy to hear the monk being pissed like usual. He didn�t like unconscious Sanzo, someone he had to deal with a lot more in this past week than he would have liked. He couldn�t help smiling at Sanzo healed enough to wake up from his sleep and be angry first thing. That was a sign that Sanzo was going to be back to normal soon, at least for him.

"What do you want, Goku?" Sanzo finally groaned, a pale hand disengaging itself from the sheets to run through short, blonde hair. Goku was now able to tell that Sanzo was on his back, currently using both pillows. Gojyo probably did really love Sanzo, since that damn cockroach never shared anything with Goku whenever they had to share a room. It was kind of unfair!

"I just came to see if you needed anything," Goku answered, only partially lying. That was one reason why he had come in, but it was mostly just to make sure that Sanzo was breathing. Goku didn�t want to have a dream about Sanzo dying, like he had during the first few nights when the priest had been lying motionless in his bed. He couldn�t imagine a life without a Genjo Sanzo in it, getting cold and feeling sick at the mere thought even though the blonde was alive in front of him.

"How about some fucking privacy?" Sanzo asked smartly, obviously not pleased with this visit. He was still sitting up in the bed though, sheets falling down to reveal that Sanzo wasn�t wearing anything above the waist. Goku could guess that there wasn�t anything below either, but that was for Sanzo and Gojyo to know. He wasn�t particularly bothered by it, since he had even taken baths with the monk before. Nakedness wasn�t something Goku ever particularly thought about, other than the fact that he wished he didn�t have to wear so many clothes some times. Sanzo just simply frowned at him, modesty not something they really needed. Gojyo would probably beat him up out of pure jealousy if he knew how well Goku really got along with Sanzo. He just had to ignore some of the things that Sanzo would say at times, which was no problem at all since Goku already did that unintentionally most of time.

"Come on, Sanzo, are you hungry?" Goku tried instead, looking back at the leftovers calling his name on the table. He wondered if anything would still be good enough for Sanzo to eat, since the monk hadn�t kept down much of dinner. Goku didn�t care if anything had gone cold or stale, since he wasn�t about to waste the effort the cook must have put into the meal. Goku couldn�t understand how anyone could ever complain about how food tasted; not when he hadn�t had anything to eat the whole time locked up in that dark cave. Nothing but air to taste while he waited for death to come. Goku had completely forgotten what a warm meal was like by the time Sanzo had found him. The only thing worse than going hungry was being alone, and Goku had known both very, very well. Goku still remembered the first thing Sanzo had given him, a little bowl filled with plain rice, that Goku had eaten with his fingers while the priest stared in poorly hidden disgust at the new creature he had found. That was still the best tasting meal to this day, simply because Goku had known that he wasn�t ever going to have to go back to that cave�that he wasn�t going to by himself any more.

"Of course not," Sanzo snapped, throwing himself back on the pillows and glaring at Goku for suggesting so. Sanzo had faint bruises under his eyes, looking much more tired than Goku had ever seen him before. Goku could almost feel sorry for the monk, if he didn�t know that Sanzo should eat something. Gojyo and Hakkai had been at each other�s throats over what would be best, but Goku knew in the end all Sanzo needed was some kind of food. He only had to worry about two things, which were protecting Sanzo from any more youkai and getting him fatter. Goku knew that Sanzo usually just forgot to eat, but lately it was like he had been trying to avoid meals entirely. Goku couldn�t tell if it was because of what those youkai in the woods had done or if Sanzo was pissed off at Gojyo at the time; but either way he didn�t like it. That clan of demons had already been slaughtered and their lair burned to the ground, so Gojyo was the only person left to point a finger at. Goku didn�t really want to talk to that stupid cockroach right now after everything he had done to Sanzo, but if he was upsetting Sanzo, it didn�t matter. Goku wasn�t going to let anyone hurt Sanzo ever again.

"But, you puked up most of dinner," Goku argued, putting his hands on his hips and doing his best impression of Hakkai. Sanzo seemed to listen to the older brunette whenever Hakkai said something, even though the blonde had been pretty short of temper these days. Even more than usual. He had to get Sanzo back to irritable, angry, sacrilegious High Priest he had first started West with. He didn�t like the sullen and unconscious-for-the-better-part-of-the-day Sanzo they kept seeing more and more of the longer they stayed in this town.

"I did not �puke� anything up. Leave me alone, Goku," Sanzo demanded, rolling over onto his side and pulling the sheets up moodily. He looked like he might try to go to sleep out of pure spite; somehow able to relax best when he was pissed off about something. Goku sighed, knowing that there wasn�t much reason to argue any more with Sanzo, unless he wanted to make Sanzo dig his heels in. The more you pushed, the more stubborn the guy would get. It was impossible to win with Sanzo, so Goku had long ago stopped trying. He started to poke at the various plates on the table, opening up the few baskets to find cold rice and dumplings. He unstacked all of the circular steamers, finding a somewhat warm pair of meat buns in the very bottom one. Goku quickly dug it out, knowing that Sanzo had at least agreed with him when Goku said they were good. He would definitely be finishing off the cold ones, no problem. In fact, he grabbed one for himself as well, smiling at the treat.

"I think the meat buns are still good," Goku announced at last, turning around and holding up one for Sanzo. Violet eyes narrowed and Sanzo looked like he might actually be ill as his face turned a peculiar shade of light green. Goku just shoved his own cold one into his mouth, enjoying the different flavor it had when it wasn�t hot. He stepped closer to the bed, dangling the meat bun over Sanzo�s head like the monk was a cat�and frowning when Sanzo refused to join the fun.

"Goku�" Sanzo trailed off tiredly, holding a hand up as if to defend himself as he turned away from the offered food. He just shoved it in closer, not about to let the monk get away this evening.

"Just a little bit, please? I�ll leave you alone after that, promise! Please, please, pretty pleeeeeea-�" Goku began whining in rapid-fire succession, knowing High Priest Genjo Sanzo had a particular weakness against Goku outright begging.

"Oh, give me the damn thing already!" Sanzo cut him off with a yell, throwing the sheet up as he tore the meat bun out of Goku�s hand. Sanzo ripped the poor meat bun in half, tossing the rest right back at Goku angrily. Amazingly enough, he actually caught it in the air before it could hit him in the forehead and began eating. Sanzo glowered for a moment, moving his legs to hook an ankle over his knee like usual before grimacing and hunching down instead. The priest began to pick at the meat bun with his fingers, completely naked as he sat on the edge of the bed. Goku could spot fresh bruises on Sanzo�s hips and shoulders, but he stayed silent about it. He knew just how angry Sanzo could get if he asked about the new scar on his body that certainly hadn�t come from youkai. He was almost hoping that they had come from Gojyo, because Goku would like that better. He knew that Sanzo hurt himself, had been doing it long before they even started on this journey West. Goku had accidentally seen Sanzo when he had gotten into one of his fits back at the monastery, but still had yet to say a word about it. How could he ask Sanzo why he had been cutting himself with a knife sneaked away from dinner? At least Sanzo didn�t seem like he was going to fatally wound himself� It was one dark secret they had shared between themselves. Even if Goku hadn�t been able to say anything, he couldn�t control his face when he was around Sanzo. He was sure that the monk was beginning to suspect he knew, and Sanzo had always done his best to hide his injuries and pretend that they didn�t exist. Goku hated himself for staying silent, even though there were marks on the High Priest that had been healed by the Goddess of Mercy only a few days ago. He just couldn�t say a single word, not to Sanzo�s face.

"Goku�Do you think that Gojyo�" Sanzo stopped when their eyes met, whatever question he had been about to ask frozen on his lips.

Sanzo just couldn�t talk about it in front of Goku.

Not when he was blinking up with those golden puppy-eyes, so damn innocent. How was he supposed ask the ape about things like �love?� The closest concept Goku had of it was by how much he liked certain types of food. He couldn�t offer any sort of insight to this fucking mire Sanzo was quickly sinking in. He had never been confused about his own emotions before, fuck, he hadn�t needed to think about such things in years. This was the shits. He hated Gojyo onto the point of murder, and yet couldn�t get enough of fighting with the man. It had become a welcome distraction to think about what was going on inside himself. Sanzo wasn�t one to start making self-evaluations. He knew who he was and what he had to do, nothing more was necessary�except now he needed something to hold onto in the middle of the night. Just keeping the Smith and Wesson underneath his pillow had always been good enough, a simple touch on the trigger assuring him that there was nothing he couldn�t just blow away, be it youkai or nightmares. But lately, the dreams had held a little more kick, a certain recentness that left a bad taste in Sanzo�s mouth. Outright humiliation that still made his stomach clench up in pain.

Or it could be the meat bun Goku was forcing on him.

"Sanzo?" Goku asked when he stayed silent too long, pinching off a bit of the dough and staring at it instead of eating. It was suddenly an impossibility to swallow when he looked down into the middle of the meat bun. There was barbecued meat in the middle, horribly well-cooked meat covered with a red sauce. Sanzo shuddered and closed his eyes, looking away as he did his best not to remember the same colored pubic hair shoved up against his nose when he had done that thing with his mouth that Gojyo seemed so damn proud of. Like it was something that only he knew how to do. Genjo Sanzo was no idiot to just lay back and be overcome with passion with some half-breed youkai crawling over his body. He could do anything Gojyo could do, and do it better. Fucking asshole. Sanzo took a large bite just to spite them all; determined to keep this small snack down or else he�d shot himself in the head. Simple as that, fiercely finishing it off while Goku grinned like he had just been promoted to ride shotgun in the Jeep. Sanzo could beat the shit out of the boy for looking so happy.

"Shut up, you stupid ape!" Sanzo snapped back, hating the slightly worried look in his eyes. He wasn�t someone that required pity! He already had enough to deal with Gojyo keeping up this contemptible, overprotective act. He didn�t need Goku of all people to be concerned over his well-being.

"You were the one asking a question!" Goku bounced right back, not one to be cowed by Sanzo�s usual insults. Sanzo didn�t know if it was because Goku was particularly stupid or actually intelligent. Goku was one person that he couldn�t read in the end. Just when he thought he had the boy figured out, one more layer was peeled back. It had been shocking enough to see Goku in his true demon form, even more feral than the creature he had first found up in the mountains, howling incessantly. At least Sanzo had been able to slap that dumb-ass monkey on top of the head and beat some manners and language into him. For as insensible and oblivious Goku seemed now, he had learned how speak words instead of grunts and cooing noises rather quickly. His battle sense was certainly unlike anything that Sanzo had seen before� as much as he hated to admit it, he trusted Goku at his back. If he was just ridiculously powerful, it would be another matter entirely, but Goku wielded his nyoi-boi with an aptitude the surpassed human limits. Youkai limits. Sanzo had truly picked up a monster along the way. It was no wonder that Goku was his favorite.

Even still, it was Gojyo that had wound up between his legs. There was the urge to grab the pillow from the bed and smother himself. If only Goku wasn�t there to witness it, Sanzo would have surely gone through with it. He had thought he had already been embarrassed before, but now Goku was staring at him with unblinking, solid gold eyes; waiting for an answer that Sanzo didn�t even know for himself. How could he even start explain what he had felt when Gojyo had been pounding him into a mattress? That he had been happy to forget himself, his duties, for one moment? That he didn�t have to hurt himself to gain enough peace to sleep at night, now that Gojyo wanted to share his bed? Sanzo never knew that he had such a deep-cutting need to have someone to hold onto to�and he didn�t want to hang that on Goku. He didn�t deserve a miserable excuse of a human being for a master, not when Goku was so fucking innocent and he was just filthy. Dirtied beyond any proper use. He would do them all a favor if he drowned himself in the bathroom like his parents had tried to do with that damn river long ago. Sanzo couldn�t even remember when he had become so fucking depressing.

"I was-�" Sanzo started, turning around on the bed to defend himself when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Felt power surge up on a spiritual level outside the inn, stiffening up his muscles. For some reason he just knew that Gojyo had called forth his shaku-jyo without even looking out the window� and he despised himself for it. He wasn�t supposed to be that finely tuned with that bastard. He craned his neck around in time to see Hakkai and Gojyo jump back from each other in clear fighting positions. Even though it was a near pitch black outside at this ungodly hour, while Sanzo was still sore from the most recent round he had gone with Gojyo- and the redhead was fighting with Hakkai? Just what sort of stamina did he have in the end? Sanzo could barely move out of the bed, but he realized that he was going to have to take care of this quickly if he wanted to leave in the morning like he�d planned. Sanzo was sick of this village, sick of this mountain range, sick of everything that had happened while he stayed here. If he didn�t die before reaching India and completing this fool�s mission, they�d certainly never stop in this area again! Sanzo frowned at that, wondering when the hell it had become �them� instead of him. It wasn�t like he actually cared about them, not in the slightest! Especially not Gojyo.

"What the fuck are those idiots up to now?" Sanzo growled out, snapping his fingers to catch Goku�s attention. The boy looked up from stuffing egg rolls into his mouth, food always first and foremost on his mind. Sanzo could only stare, shaking his head in slow disbelief that Goku couldn�t sense the fight going on outside. It wasn�t like Gojyo or Hakkai were particularly elegant about disguising any murderous intent when they became serious, and there was more than enough of it to make the local animals flee for safety. Sanzo was so disgusted he could spit, searching around the room for a cigarette.

"Sanzo?" Goku echoed himself yet again, slinging his name around far too comfortably. Sanzo realized just how openly he was sitting there with Goku, grabbing one of the top sheets of the bed and throwing it around his hips far too late. Goku didn�t even raise an eyebrow, hell, he probably didn�t even realize that there had been something to be embarrassed about. Sanzo hated himself for suddenly having this need to be modest in front of Goku, whom he trusted the most out of anyone in left alive in this world� and he blamed it all on Gojyo. Why did that bastard have to go and say that he was beautiful? If anything it made Sanzo feel even more ugly, like an open wound festering in front of Goku. He hated it, wanted a moment to compose himself before he took care of those two outside.

"Don�t repeat yourself, damn it! It�s irritating! Get a coat, we�ve got a fight to break up," Sanzo demanded, pointing at the door. Goku just tilted his head, not getting the message even though a blind man would have been able to tell that Sanzo wanted to be alone right now. Why couldn�t the boy just obedient run along whatever errand Sanzo ordered him on like Hakkai did? Well, had, up until this whole mess had started. He didn�t want to go outside, not wanting to walk through an inn full of superstitious idiots and knowing that it would be fucking cold on top of it. Why couldn�t it get warmer as they went West? All Sanzo had ever wanted was the moderate climate of the monastery he had grown up in, and all they ever found was extreme cold or heat. He was ready to shoot the next person that mentioned the weather.

"What?" Goku followed the direction of his finger and then looked right back at Sanzo in confusion. Sanzo didn�t understand how Goku couldn�t recognize such a simple order.

"Get a fucking coat! I�m not going to dress in front of you, and you�re not going outside in those clothes!" Sanzo roared, picking up a pillow from the bed and heaving it at Goku. The damn monkey laughed as he dodged the projectile, but thankfully headed for the door in the end. It was more than Gojyo would ever do. At least Goku had the decency to realize when he wasn�t wanted in the room. He sat there frowning on the bed, growling as he was finally left alone. He wiped at his nose, pissed off that he would have to go outside at this hour when he would have much rather gone to sleep. He imagined vicious things to do to Gojyo while he got dressed and loaded up his gun.

Goku smiled to himself, covering his mouth with his hand as he exited the room quickly. Sanzo was such a big softie in the end.

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One gun shot up into the air drew them both up short, Gojyo�s fist coming short mere inches from Hakkai�s face. The bullet echoed on into the night, Hakkai�s breath visible in the cold air as the brunette hesitated with one hand over Gojyo�s exposed side. A loose gathering of chi slowly dispersed while Gojyo banished his own weapon, quickly doing his best to not seem threatening. They both slowly looked over to see their worst nightmare- Sanzo lowering the sight of his banishing gun on them. The blonde had put on an overstuffed white coat and ill-fitting cream pants, no doubt courtesy of the inn, practically radiant in the darkness with the fuzzy collar drawn up around his chin. He had already had bruises coming in underneath his eyes from missing out on sleep, making Gojyo feel guilty for fighting and drawing the blonde down to mediate. Goku was peeking around the side of Sanzo curiously in a less extravagant brown coat, like a dog tagging at its master�s heels with his hair wild. Sanzo obviously hadn�t taken the time to preen his pet like usual before going out.

"Just what are you stupid punks thinking, huh?!" Sanzo roared out at them, his voice forcing Gojyo and Hakkai to back away from each other. Sanzo really did look fit to kill them both this time, marching forward with unerring night vision for a mere human as he stepped right in between them like he was breaking up two children. Gojyo actually found himself backing away from the monk, Hakkai mirroring the movement. Gojyo didn�t know who was Sanzo was glaring at more, but the priest looked fit to have kittens. Goku just wisely hung back against the building wall where Gojyo had thrown that bottle only moments before. He wished he hadn�t now, needing a drink to stand up against someone like Sanzo. Why couldn�t Sanzo just take his side without question? He wished that it would actually mean something with the shitty blonde as Sanzo cursed a few more times just for good measure before actually making a complete sentence.

"If anyone gets to kill one of you idiots, it�ll be me! Until then, I won�t have any of this bullshit!" Sanzo declared, the Smith and Wesson finally going inside the coat pocket along with Sanzo�s pale, thin hands. Hakkai swallowed and coughed, straightening his shoulders out and adjusting his spectacle. He mumbled out something that might have been apology, but it was too quiet to catch. Sanzo just grunted something that could have been a laugh; if he didn�t look so pissed off. Hakkai�s shoulders dropped down in defeat, starting to back up in retreat as Sanzo hunched his shoulders down inside that coat, bare feet in sandals shifting on top of the ground. And Gojyo had been thinking that the priest would be passed out for at least a few good hours after being ridden so hard.

"This�bullshit? We�re fighting over you and it�s bullshit?" Hakkai yelled, ignoring the way Sanzo�s left eye twitched at his words being echoed back. Gojyo had begun to notice the small habit Sanzo had of narrowing one eye more than the other when he was really angry. Hakkai had obviously forgotten about the gun now that it wasn�t up in plain sight, not fearing for his life like any sane man would. Then again, it wasn�t like either of them had been thinking straight lately. Hakkai waited for Sanzo answer in a quiet fury while Gojyo took few more steps backward in self-preservation. He ended up standing somewhat at Goku�s side, the monkey somehow moving closer to this mess while Hakkai and Gojyo faced off with the priest. For once, Gojyo was glad that he wasn�t the focus of the blonde�s attention when it was already so late at night and so many buttons had already been pushed. It was a complete shock to Hakkai being the one to fall apart first instead of Sanzo, who was suddenly playing the part of a serene monk.

"What else would you call this?" Sanzo asked impassively, one eyebrow arching up elegantly as he crossed his arms arrogantly. It was hard for Gojyo to not hit the man himself, even though this wasn�t even his fight. Sanzo could just be so damn cocky, as easily as breathing air. He put his hips out, glowering with those remarkable violet eyes, and twisted his lips up in a way that made Gojyo want to punch him. Goku winced and groaned next to Gojyo, able to see through his hero-worship of Sanzo to know that the blonde wasn�t handling Hakkai well. The brunette was in no shape to be patronized right now, which seemed to be exactly why Sanzo was doing it in the first place. Sadistic son of a bitch.

"You�re fucking incredible! You don�t care do you? You don�t care at all!" Hakkai screamed, composure gone without a trace. He hadn�t even bothered with the buttons that had ripped open or popped right off of his shirt when Gojyo had pulled the man away from that doctor. He looked every bit of a raving lunatic; Sanzo able to push even a nice, generally easy-going guy like Hakkai over the edge. Sanzo was so good at pissing people off; it should almost be considered a skill. Hakkai was very right; Sanzo didn�t care if he hurt anyone�s feelings. It just didn�t occur to him to think about others. Sanzo hadn�t become a High Priest because of his compassion, that was for damn sure.

"Of course I don�t! You�re all here to protect me, not the other way around! I�m not going to wipe your ass for you. Your feelings aren�t any of my concern, got it?" Sanzo snapped right back, shutting Hakkai down without even needing to raise his voice. The brunette looked frozen to the spot at the utter harshness of the words. Gojyo couldn�t even move himself. He certainly expected as much from Sanzo, but it was a whole other matter for the monk to actually say so aloud. Gojyo was just as happy that they were outside, not needing any witnesses to their group falling out of sorts.

"Sanzo� you�re being mean," Goku�s voice was very quiet as the ape stepped forward. Gojyo could only watch as Goku moved away from him to stand in front of Sanzo, facing off with a monk that had scared clans of youkai off with his glare alone. Hakkai blinked at the kid daring to come between him in and the monk. Gojyo certainly wasn�t ready to come to the man�s defense himself, not after being accused of so many outrageous things by Hakkai. And besides, his pride was still bleeding from the last time he had he dared to question the monk. He didn�t know if he should call Goku brave or just plain stupid as the blonde frowned down at the ape instead of Hakkai. There was only so much he could stand before Gojyo simply gave up, standing back from this fight. It wasn�t worth all the pain and effort it would cost just to get Sanzo to behave. Gojyo didn�t even think such was possible in the first place, but for some reason Goku had decided to step up to the task tonight.

"Go away, you stupid animal," Sanzo ordered, stepping in close to loom over Goku with his superior height. For some reason it only made the priest look smaller as Goku glared right back at the man. He was starting to shake with a rage of his own, those usually wide and trusting golden eyes narrowed. Nobody had expected Sanzo�s pet to grow a backbone. It was almost refreshing to hear Goku tell Sanzo off; if Gojyo wasn�t so damn scared of the consequences himself. He was the one who was going to sleep with the monk tonight, after all. Sanzo�s temper was about the same as a particularly irritated rattlesnake, slavering venom on the rest of them simply because they were in the general area. And that was a good day.

"You can�t keep ordering us around!" Goku yelled right back, his small hands making fists. The last time Goku had tried to fight with Sanzo, he had been in full youkai form. Gojyo put a hand up to his face, wondering how it all had gone to hell so quickly. It was hard to just stand aside, but he certainly wasn�t about to get involved with this shit tonight. He was already tired enough from nearly going at it with Hakkai. It scared him to think about what they might have done if Sanzo had been a moment later. Neither of them had been planning to pull any blows. Gojyo had been going for a fatal hit, and he was sure Hakkai had been as well. The brunette didn�t look any bit like a murderer now, shaking with the cold as he stared at Goku�s back. Gojyo didn�t know when the wind had picked up, as if to emphasis how broken up their group was right now. He shifted around, wishing he had more liquor to keep him somewhat warm and sane, determined to be nothing more than a silent witness for tonight. Several rounds of mind-blowing sex and suddenly Gojyo was afraid of getting tossed out of the priest�s good favors. He might as well start calling Sanzo �Master� as well, which he was sure the blonde would absolutely love. Nothing pleased Sanzo more than a little obedience, but he was such a haughty bastard that it was hard not to do the opposite just out of spite.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sanzo snarled in a dangerous tone, getting even closer to the poor ape. Gojyo was surprised that the kid didn�t have to wipe away the spittle that must hit his face after that. Hakkai frowned and opened his mouth like he might try to stop them from fighting�and then backed right down. Hakkai didn�t have the confidence it took to stand up to Sanzo right now. Gojyo half-wanted to carry the brunette upstairs and throw him into a bed to sleep it all off. If they could just get back on the road, everything would go back to normal. There would be youkai to fight instead of bickering between themselves.

"We�re your friends, damn it! You�re being such a jerk when we�re all trying to help you! We�re all�we�re all so worried about you, and you keep acting like this!" Goku screamed, honest tears starting to streak down his cheeks. There was no way any human being could be cruel enough to fight with a face like that, and Sanzo was no different. Gojyo heard the monk choke and take a step back like Goku had somehow managed to strike a physical blow. Gojyo knew how much the monk hated to hear things like someone cared for him, or even dared to worry about his wellbeing. They were all scared after the priest had such a close brush with death, still finding it odd to see the blonde walking around like someone had pissed in his cereal instead of six feet underground. Gojyo was happy that the monk was alive, but sometimes he was such a bitch that one couldn�t help but wish it wasn�t the case. And that caused new guilt all over again. Hakkai and Gojyo both watched silently as Sanzo finally turned around on his heel like some kind of prince, present his back to all of them in clear dismal.

"Humph. Why don�t all the good little boys go to bed then?" Sanzo sneered; tossing his head back and looking down at Goku in some kind of triumph. Goku shook his head at the sour blonde, their usual rapport gone. For some reason, it seemed like Sanzo was the smaller person. Gojyo had never seen anyone able to take the wind out of the monk�s sails before, but Goku seemed to have a gift for it. He stayed silent long enough for Sanzo�s patience to finally the break, the monk cursing in what could only be embarrassment and abruptly spitting onto the ground in deliberate rudeness.

"If you�re that irritable, maybe you should get some sleep too, Sanzo," Goku returned, fearless in the face of the monk�s temper. Sanzo had been ready to explode and Goku had simply turned off the heat. Any more fighting at this point would be incredibly childish, and even Sanzo had to recognize when there was no other choice left but to back down. He still had his pride to think about, and a graceful defeat was better than nothing at all. Sanzo glowered as he hunched down into his coat like a turtle, clearly plotting how to make Goku�s life miserable for daring to talk back to him.

"Come on, Hakkai," Goku offered, glaring back at the two of them when Hakkai just made a confused noise in the back of his throat. They were all out of sorts tonight, especially if Goku had to play the role of the adult for them. Hakkai mumbled something so quietly that only Goku was close enough to hear it, even though Gojyo could see his lips move. The smaller kid tugged at his arm, Hakkai still too shocked over Sanzo�s severe words to do any more than follow Goku back into the inn. They left nothing but an awkward silence behind. Gojyo breathed in crisp air through his nose, feeling old but inexperienced. Sanzo was wearing on him, and he just couldn�t stop coming back for more. In the cold nighttime remaining, Gojyo wished that he were better at reading the blonde instead of just getting caught up in admiring those striking features. He couldn�t help but study Sanzo from toe to saintly, pretty face as the monk turned around on him, irritably resting his weight on one leg. He could be a High Priest with looks alone, so damn gorgeous that there was surely a law against. Human beings just weren�t meant to be so beautiful.

"You have a cigarette?" Sanzo demanded at last into the crisp night air, his voice only marginally warmer by comparison. He hadn�t even moved, nothing more than a statue softly glowing in that white coat. Gojyo sighed and walked up to Sanzo�s side, his lovely violet eyes hidden by the fringe of his bangs and curve of his profile

"A few," Gojyo admitted, reaching into his own back pocket and digging out the beaten pack that he�d been nursing all afternoon. Three left. One was given to Sanzo and Gojyo took the other, the monk providing a book of matches. They simultaneously lit up, dead matches falling separately as they both sighed and finished up the smoke in peace. Gojyo stared in front of him; to the mountain range that slowly built up to the sky, figuring the direction was West since Sanzo was looking that way.
AUTHOR�S NOTES: Third time�s the charm. That�s how many times I�ve written, deleted, and rewritten again. So many scenes were put down, only to be burned later. Hakkai is by far the most challenging character I have ever come across.

-Deflates

I just hope this chapter does it for everyone, because I can�t stay on it any more! I have to write the next part!! FULL SMUT AHEAD!!!
Thank you to Catilina33, EriolSirian, and Iie Nome for beta-ing and listening to me whine.
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Cath K Thank you for leaving a review! I really do have a fun time while writing Gojyo, and thin that pays off in the end. I shouldn�t get so much joy out of hearing that you couldn�t move away from the computer! Be sure to take care of your health while reading� Maybe I should add a disclaimer. And please feel free to do some fan art regardless, I�d love to see it!

Demon 45 They say the longer you have to wait for something, the more you appreciate it. Thanks for the review. I�m constantly worried that I�m making all the boys go out of character, so it warms my heart to know you think I�m writing them so well.

Denisse- Thank you so much for the review and compliment. I hope that you�ll like the rest of it just as much.

Dianah- Thank you for the review. Sorry that this too so long in updating as well, I hope you stay with me!

DirtyD Thanks for leaving such a well-rounded review. I�ll apologize for Sanzo-centricity, but in the end� I love him the most. In my opinion, Sanzo is tougher than Gojyo but� keeping their characters in mind while writing this whole mess, sometimes it gets hard. No excuse, I know, but�(makes whimpering noise) Hakkai�s tough to write! Well, either way, thanks for being so honest in your review and reading so far!

dragonkitty Thank you for the review, I hope that my Goku and Hakkai will still keep working for you.

Evilkat Heheh, aw, you sure know how to make a girl blush. It�s great to know I rocked your socks off�hopefully. Thank you for reviewing yet again, and always so promptly! (Giggle)

Flamingol()- Thank you for reviewing! Hakkai is by far the hardest character for me to write, and I blame him for this chapter taking so long. He�s just so cool I�m afraid I�ll mess him up. Well, I threw all caution to the wind for this one, so I hope you still enjoyed.

FogWolf- Thank you for the review, here�s some more! I wish I could write Kougaiji in, but at that rate this fic would NEVER get done�Though it�s a good idea. Ghost problem will get taken care of as well; all I can say is�please just keep with me!

Inuyashas honey Thank you so much for reviewing. I�m happy I can provide you with such a reading experience. Usually writers have a problem with writing too little, but I think I end up writing too much some times. Glad to know that you enjoy this is spite of all that and will keep reading till the end!

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Jukebox_csi- thank you for the review. I�m steadily working away on both fics, so I hope that this can tide you over for a bit. Don�t hesitate to draw stick figures, CayneChild did sick figures of Zoro and Sanji for my One Piece fic and it�s so hilarious I had it as my desktop. I would love to see anything you did.

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Lady Gackt Thank you for reviewing! I especially love quotations, I don�t know, that just tells me you really enjoyed it. I�m glad that you can find some humor in this relative angst-fest. I do tend to have fun when I�m writing Gojyo�What can I say, I love the boys.

Lychee I�m sorry about the bad formatting, it frustrates me as well but aff.net is just like that. I would suggest trying mediaminer.org for my fic since the site�s more stable as well as the chapter. If that doesn�t work for you, I�ll be more than happy to email you a copy. Hopefully you�ll be able to read this chapter with ease! Thanks for the review.

Purkledragongoddess- Thank you for the review! It�s really hard to keep everyone in character after everything I do to them, but it�s a task I�ve undertaken!

Neuroticsquirrel Thank you for reviewing. I think that Goku and Sanzo can have something special without sex. GOKU IS A MINOR! (Calms down). I�m glad someone else agrees.

Rabidfan1 Thank you for the review. I�m so excited to hear that you enjoy the fic so much, but I�m afraid it doesn�t stand up well to rereading. Here�s some fresh meat to dig into (distracts you away from the many errors of earlier chapters)

Ryushin- again, for some reason no matter what file format I loaded it in, aff.net would just not accept it. I would suggest trying mediaminer.org for my fic since that site seems to be more stable right now. Sorry about such a big error in a sex scene too, not everything gets caught by my beta-ers. I�m glad to know that you still enjoy this fic and loved that you quoted it! XD

Thandie Thanks for reviewing here(twice! Hehe, sorry, I had to tease), and being so patient until I can write a new chapter for you all. And, please�. FEEL FREE TO DRAW!!!! I would love you forever and ever if you did.

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