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Chapter 2: The Wall

That
morning, Sanzo woke up pressed up against a hot lovely something.� His back seemed to be closest to the source
of heat, so he rolled over, wanting only to nestle deeper into that uncommon
warmth.� A weight restricted his chest
and his hands groped at it, trying to dislodge it so he could turn
properly.� His fingers touched firm
muscle that tightened around him on contact.

Frustrated,
Sanzo cracked open an eye.� His vision
adjusted quickly to the soft dawn light and he noted with curious detachment
that the object across his chest � his naked chest � was a well-proportioned
arm, tanned, toned, and wrapped around him as though he were the sort of
creature one was wont to hug and cuddle.�
Since Sanzo knew himself to be not at all the cuddlish
sort, this image made no sense, so he bypassed it and moved on to the body the
arm was attached to.

Whoever uses taboo as a bad word has never seen
red hair spilling across a pillow at sunrise.� The pillow almost seemed to
be smoldering.� Sanzo swallowed and felt
the tingle of breath against his skin as a nose nudged up to his shoulder.� He reached over and brushed back some of that
hair to trace twin scars.�

Definitely the kappa.� Right.� And last night
they�d� right.

But he�d
finally gotten that dreamless sleep.

Still
sticky though.� Carefully, Sanzo peeled
back the arm and extricated himself.�
Gojyo shifted and muttered something, but didn�t wake.� Sanzo slipped off the bed and tugged at the
twisted robes and jeans that haphazardly gripped his lower half.� With a little fumbling, he located his black
shirt on the floor and pulled it back on.�

The door
handle felt cold against his skin.� He
paused for just a moment, but didn�t let himself look back.

Shower first.�
Then I can think.

***

�At breakfast, both of them acted as though
nothing had changed.� It was a
surprisingly easy pretense.� So he�d
fooled around with the kappa to easy some tension � so what?� What they�d done hardly even qualified as
sex.

Sanzo
paused halfway through chewing a piece of food.�
Did that mean he was still technically a virgin?� Fuck, he hated that word.� Really, when it came to men
that was a ridiculous distinction.�
With a woman, the line was pretty straightforward.� With guys it was a much hazier mess.� And two men fooling around together� well
it�s not like there was a rule book on such things� he hoped.

�Hey
Sanzo, you gonna eat that?�

Blinking,
Sanzo looked over at the Goku�s eager face and had to
reassure himself that the monkey couldn�t sense his bizarre direction of
thought.� Wordlessly, he pushed his plate
over.

�Awesome,
thanks!�� Two seconds later the plate was
empty and the monkey was grinning smugly at Gojyo.

�Ah,
Sanzo,� said Hakkai, �you really shouldn�t give your food away.�

The
kappa smirked.� �Watching your figure, monk?�

Sanzo
attempted a burning look of death, but found himself
watching Gojyo�s fingers instead as they produced a
cigarette and lit it with easy practiced motions.� He had to admit, the man had very talented
hands.

Fuck.� If these were the kind of stupid, asinine
thoughts he was going to be entertaining as a sexually active male, then he
should have stuck with meditation.� He
stood and patted his robes for his pack of smokes.� �Let�s get on the road already.�

***

An old
man overheard them discussing their route as they left the village and felt
compelled to offer them words of caution.� �Quickest way to the next town west is
through that mountain pass over there, yup.�
But you won�t get past the wall, nope.�

Hakkai
questioned the man but they couldn�t get much more out of him than that.� Sanzo chalked it up to senility and they set
out towards the pass anyway.� Wall or no
wall, there was no way he was hiking over some mountains when there was a
perfectly good road.

Of
course, the old man just had to be right.�
Half way up the pass they ran right smack into a huge ass wall.� Actually, huge didn�t even begin to describe
it.� Snugly spanning the sheer cliff
walls of the pass, it rose easily a hundred feet and looked designed to hold
back an ocean.� Without a likely water
source nearby, Sanzo was left wondering just what the wall was meant to keep
out.�

If he
craned his neck up, he could see guards patrolling the upper length of the
wall, but the sound of voices drew his eyes to a fortress-like two-storey building
built against the left corner.� The door
facing them swing open and a man in amour walked out.� He moved with a slow, clunky swagger and
sniffed the air as he approached them.

�Youkai,� he declared, and spat on the ground.

�Excuse
me?� said Gojyo. ��You
trying to say something to us, fancy-boots?�

Sanzo
glanced down and noted that the soldier was indeed wearing rather posh-looking
footwear crossed with excessive buckles and polished to an impossibly
dust-resistant shine.

�I smell
Youkai,� said the man.� �So you lot might as well go back the way you
came.� We don�t let that sort through the
wall.

Sanzo
hiked his feet up onto the dashboard of the jeep.� �I won�t argue that they stink, but we will
be passing through here.�

The
soldier scowled.� �You gonna argue with me?� He pointed at Hakkai.� �That one is clearly wearing limiters.�� He shifted his finger to Goku.� �So is that one.�� The finger came to rest on Gojyo.� �And that one is a child of taboo.�

�Sanzo,�
growled Goku, �I don�t like this guy.�
Can we beat him up?�

�Now,
now, no need to resort to violence.��
Another soldier emerged from the barracks to stand beside the
first.� This one�s boots were not so
shiny.� He clapped a hand on fancy-boots�
shoulder and whispered something in his ear.�
Fancy-boots just scowled harder, but he grudgingly stepped back and let Scuffy-boots take over.

�Our
leader has an interest in half-bloods,� Scuffy-boots
told them.� �They have special permission
to enter our town and meet with him if they wish.� Our leader is the only one who can authorize
the passage of Youkai through the wall.�

�Well,
Gojyo,� said Hakkai, �looks like you�re our emissary.�

�Smells
kind of fishy to me,� Gojyo muttered, but he hopped out of the jeep
anyway.� �Is there at least a good meal
and some beer involved in this deal?�

�You
better not eat without me, cockroach!� yelled Goku.

Sanzo
stepped out of the jeep and crossed his arms.

Scuffy-boots eyed him appraisingly.�
�Er, forgive me if I�m not familiar with your
order, monk, but it�d be best if you stayed here with ��

Sanzo
jerked a thumb at Gojyo.� �If you think
I�m going to leave any negotiating up to that idiot, you�re crazy.�

�Hey!�
said Gojyo. �What are you talking about?�
A dead parrot could smooth-talk better than you, corrupt monk.�

Sanzo raised
an eyebrow.� �And you�re repertoire is
what, cheesy pick-up lines?�

Gojyo
smirked.� �You can�t argue with success.�

�If the
monk wants to escort one of his pet animals, who are we to say no?� said
Fancy-boots.

Sanzo
cast a quick glance back at Hakkai, who nodded almost imperceptivity.� If they had to fight their way through this
place, they wouldn�t do it blindly.�
Hakkai smiled and waved.� �Don�t
worry, Sanzo, Goku and I will watch the jeep for you.�

�You
mean we�re stuck out here?� said Goku.�
�This sucks.� And I�m
hungry.��

�Shut
up, monkey,� Sanzo yelled reflexively.� He
started walking towards the barracks.�
�Let�s make this quick.�

Scuffy-boots rushed to keep step with him.� �You seem to know where you�re going.�

�I only
see one door.�

�Ah, yes�
but there are procedures to follow here��

�Buddy,�
said Gojyo, �you don�t wanna get on his bad
side.� The monk�s kinda
trigger-happy, if you know what I mean.�

Sanzo
pulled out a cigarette and lit it as they reached the barracks entrance.� �Tch.� I only shoot idiots who get in my way.�

***

The
narrow passageway up the mountain slope to the village proper was heavily
guarded and designed to bottleneck any would-be intruders.� It was also a bitch to climb.� Sanzo had to toss his cigarette and was
breathing heavily by the time they reached the top and were led into the
compound at the village center.

�I hate
stairs,� Gojyo muttered, and Sanzo grunted an agreement.

The
�leader� obviously had no qualms about showing off his wealth.� The room they found themselves in announced
its opulence with gold statuettes, elaborately carved furniture, and rich
draperies.� Sanzo wasn�t impressed.

Apparently
the kappa wasn�t either.� �Woah, that�s a lot of tacky bling,�
said Gojyo.

�I�ll
leave you two here,� said Scuffy-boots, and shut the
door behind them.

�Well,
well, a blond and a redhead, must be my lucky day.�

Sanzo�s eyes sought out the new voice and found a man sprawled on a padded
seat near the back of the room.� One leg
was propped up on the low table in front of him and his hands idly shuffled a
pack of cards.� So this was the town�s
so-called leader?� He looked a lot
younger than Sanzo would have expected.�
And as the man leaned forward a bit out of the shadows, the reason for
his interest in halfbloods became glaringly obvious.� Shortish but shaggy
crimson hair fringed matching crimson eyes on a face with a crooked, predatory
smile.

Sanzo
glanced at Gojyo and saw that the kappa�s jaw had gone slack.� This wasn�t the first time they�d encountered
another child of taboo on their journey, but finding one here, in a position of
power no less, was more than a little unexpected.

�You�re��
Gojyo only managed the one word before his voice dried up.

�You can
call me Han,� said the man across the room.�
He gestured at the two chairs conveniently placed at the table.� �Care to join me for a game, boys?� I hear you want through the wall.�

Sanzo
narrowed his eyes.� Everything about this
place and this man put him on edge, but he didn�t want to show it.� He approached the table cautiously and
planted himself in one of the chairs.�
Gojyo did the same a moment later.�
You better not say anything
stupid, kappa, Sanzo willed silently.�
In situations like this, he would have preferred to have the more
insightful and restrained Hakkai at his side.�

�You
must be thirsty,� said Han.� �What can I
offer you?� Wine?� Beer?�� His eyes lingered critically on Sanzo�s robes and sutra, �Water?�

�Oh man,
a couple of beers would really hit the spot,� said Gojyo.� He slapped a hand on Sanzo�s
shoulder.� �Don�t worry, the corrupt monk
drinks like a fish.�

�That
so?� said Han.� �Well I won�t ask what a
Sanzo monk is doing all the way out here.�
But I am curious as to how he came to be in the company of two youkai and a halfblood.�

Sanzo
fished out his pack of Marlboros from his robes, letting his fingers graze
reassuringly across the cool steel of his gun.�
�You seem to be putting a lot of effort into keeping youkai
out of your town.�

Han
started dealing cards.� �Is that your way
of asking me if I�m a self-hating child of taboo?� I could ask the same of your red-haired
friend.�

�It�s
not like that,� said Gojyo, a little too quickly.

Han
raised an eyebrow.� Sanzo noted the
stiffness in the kappa�s shoulders.� He
hoped Gojyo wasn�t going to get defensive.�
He really wasn�t in the mood to put in the effort to keep the kappa
under control.� He wanted out of this
place.

�Are you
going to let us through, or are we wasting our time here?� he asked.

�Yeah,
just tell us what your creepy wall is all about,� Gojyo added.� �Some of your guards out there are real
dicks, by the way.�

Han
chuckled.� �Straightforward and blunt, I
respect that.� I thought we could get
friendly first, but if you insist� the wall isn�t mine.� That is, it was built by my father, who hated
outsiders, loathed travelers, and absolutely despised youkai.� Not that that stopped him from using them as
he pleased, or yours truly would not be sitting
here.� My father is dead but the wall
remains and frankly I have no particular desire to alter the protocols.�

Sanzo
played with the pack of cigarettes in his hands and finally tapped out a
stick.� �I don�t need the life
story.� Just answer the question.�

�Will I
let you pass through?� Perhaps.� But I like to know who comes and goes through
my gates.� So relax.� Have a drink with me.� Convince me that your companions aren�t
dangerous.�

***

Now that
he had a few beers in his belly, Gojyo felt a whole lot better about the
situation.� It had been a bit of a shock
to find another guy of his heritage up here, but a lot of strange things had
happened lately � this at least was one he could take in stride.� It helped that the cards on the table seemed
to be favouring him tonight.� He had amassed a nice pile of winnings and
had a sweet hand going to boot.� Han
laughed at all his jokes.� He hadn�t
quite figured out the guy yet, but his presence soaked up Sanzo�s
attention, and that was all he could ask for at the moment.� Gojyo wasn�t quite ready to be alone with the
monk.

He
watched Sanzo through the curtain of his hair.�
The monk could be a hard read sometimes when he clamped down those walls
of his and retreated behind that stiff mask.�
But teasing that mask down was Gojyo�s favourite game and tonight all sorts of tells kept
flickering across the monk�s face.�
Funny, he got that same little line between his brows when he was just
about to� woah, woah.� Don�t need to think about that right
now.�

He won
the hand like he�d predicted and smirked as he arranged his large mound of
chips into nice tall stacks.� He hoped
his luck kept up.� Han was obviously
loaded and it�d be nice to have some money in his pocket that hadn�t been
leeched off of Sanzo�s gold card.� Not that he was playing with his own money
now, but still�.

Sanzo emptied
the beer he�d been sucking on and stubbed out his cigarette in the ash
tray.� �Washroom?�

Han gave
him a quick set of directions and Sanzo left the room, but not before shooting
Gojyo a look that said behave.� Gojyo rolled his eyes.� What did he think he was gonna
do?� He reached over and tapped his
cigarette against the ashtray.� Annoying monk.� The
dreams might be gone but things between them still felt unresolved.� It wasn�t like he�d expected the Sanzo to
still be in his room when he woke up, but�

A light
touch on his hand jerked Gojyo out of his thoughts.� Han brushed a hand through his hair and
leaned forward until Gojyo could feel breath tickling his ear.

�So,�
said Han, his voice low and deepened, �What do I have to do to get you in my
bed tonight?�� His fingers curled around Gojyo�s wrist and rubbed lightly up the underside of his
arm.

Gojyo
coughed and dropped his cigarette.� He
searched Han�s eyes hoping to find joking mirth there, but those red orbs
burned with something much more sensual.�
Gojyo swallowed and faked a smile.�
�Sorry man, I don�t swing that way.��

He heard
the doubt in his own voice and prayed Han didn�t pick up on it.� Fuck.�
Where the hell did this come from?�
He crossed to the other side one night and he was suddenly a bright blip
on this guy�s gaydar?

Han
pulled back slightly, but his fingertips remained on Gojyo�s
hand, feathering across his knuckles.� �You sure about that?�

The air
seemed suddenly thicker in Gojyo�s lungs.

�We�re
children of taboo,� continued Han.� �We
were born unnatural.� Coloured by passion.� People think that chains us, marks us.� But it doesn�t.� It frees us.�

Han�s
other hand disappeared under the table, and Gojyo felt a warm pressure on his
knee.� �Society rejects us, so why should
we be expected to follow its rules?�

�You�re
preaching to the choir, man.� I live how
I want; do what I want,� said Gojyo.� He
gulped down another mouthful of beer and licked his lips, avoiding the other
man�s intense gaze.� Way too creepy.� Like looking in a mirror.� He didn�t really wanna
pick a fight.� The beer and the good
hands he�d been getting had put him in a nice, lazy mood. �Maybe if he just ignored him, the guy would
take the hint.�

�And
what you want is to play lackey to that foul-tempered monk?� I can�t say I see the appeal. �But to each his own,
I suppose.� He is a rather pretty
monk.� Say, if you are determined to
reject me�� the hand on Gojyo�s knee crept a little
higher up his thigh.

Gojyo
squirmed in his seat.� People often pawed
all over him while he played cards� well, chicks anyway, but this guy was
pushing his boundaries, and that was saying something.� Why the fuck wasn�t Sanzo back yet?� If that hand moved any higher up his thigh he
was gonna pop this presumptuous little shit one in
the gut and be done with it.� �Look,
man��

�I don�t
suppose he would be amenable?� Or is he actually into the whole religious
chastity thing?�

Gojyo�s jaw dropped a little.� His
chair scraped loudly against the floor as he violently pushed it back and
stood.� �Dude, who the fuck do you think
you are?�

Han
grinned, revealing his perfect white teeth.�
He leaned across the table, propped up on his elbows, and shot Gojyo a
sultry look from under the unruly fringes of his hair.� �Someone who can be very nice to you if you let me.�� Reaching out, he slipped two fingers under Gojyo�s belt and tugged him closer.�

Sanzo,
of course, chose that moment to walk back into the room.� The monk caught sight of them and froze,
halfway through the doorway.� Gojyo�s stomach flip-flopped helplessly.� Shit,
this can�t look good.� Shit!� Quickly, he dislodged Han�s hand from his
belt and tried to act cool.� �Yo, Sanzo � you took so long I started to wonder if you
fell in.�

�Tch.� Sanzo shrugged and the surprise that had been
written across his face gave way to his usual pissy
fa�ade.� �Looks like you found a way to
amuse yourself.�

�It
wasn�t�� Gojyo stopped and bit his tongue.�
Fuck.� No, he wasn�t gonna do this here.

Han�s
eyes flickered between them.� Suddenly,
he chuckled softly and sat back.� �Ah, so
that�s it.�� Using the table for
leverage, he pushed himself to his feet and yawned loudly.� �Forgive me, as much as I have enjoyed your
company, I must retire.� I�ll send word
of my decision in the morning.� Until
then, please make use of the guest quarters through that door on your
right.� I�ll make sure your friends are
given rooms in the barracks.�

Han
sauntered towards the door, but when he reached Sanzo he paused and leaned in
close with flagrant disregard for personal space.� �We so rarely have guests, I�m afraid we only
have one room made up, but if you would prefer separate lodgings I can instruct
my servants to accommodate you.� The room
across from mine can be outfitted without too much trouble��

�One�s
fine!� Sanzo snapped.� He pushed past Han
and stomped across the room, wrenching open the guest room door.� �Kappa!� he barked, and Gojyo jerked from his
frozen stance to stumble quickly through the opening, narrowly avoiding the
kick Sanzo aimed at his backside.� Behind
him, he heard Han chuckling again.

�Sweet
dreams, my fellow taboo child.�

***

Inside
the guest room, Gojyo watched as Sanzo paced around, stripping down the top
half of his robe in short jerky movements.�
Only the sutra he handled with care, folding it and tucking it into the
drawer of the bedside dresser.� Beside
the dresser stood the one large bed that dominated the middle of the far wall.

Gojyo
swallowed.� �Uh, y�know,
the guy did offer us another room, Sanzo.�
If y�want I can get out of your hair and��

Sanzo
glared at him over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow.� �You want that pervert crawling into bed with
you in the middle of the night?�

�W-what?� That�s not� Hell no!�

�Well
neither do I.� �Sanzo flipped back the
sheets and crawled into one side of the bed.�
He turned so his back was to Gojyo and tucked himself cocoon-like into
the covers.

Gojyo
eyed the door, then sighed and kicked off his boots.� A heated thrill began to pool in his groin but
his head felt so twisted that it hurt.� Fucking Sanzo.� What
the hell kind of game was the monk playing with him?� Part of him wanted to jump the monk right
now, pin him down to that bed and make him scream his name.� Another part was telling him to run far and
fast into the arms of the nearest willing chick and fuck her until he felt like
a man in charge of his own life again.

His
hands hesitated at his belt, wondering if he should just sleep in his
jeans.� Then he looked at Sanzo, rolled
up in those sheets showing no skin whatsoever, and one side of his mouth
quirked up.� He stripped down to his
boxers.� That�s right.� I�m the fucking
sex god here.� And if Sanzo doesn�t like
it, he can sleep on the goddamn floor.

Gojyo
flopped onto the bed and shimmied under the covers.� He shifted around, trying to get comfortable.� He began to feel more confident.� Sanzo hadn�t attacked him yet, hadn�t even
wacked him with his fan.� Snaking out a
hand, he brushed back the soft golden hair at the base of Sanzo�s
neck and touched a finger to the skin there.�
Sanzo twitched and his skin goosebumped.

�Gojyo.��

The hard
edge in the voice made him pull back his hand.�
He feigned a sleepy murmur.� �Hmmm?�

�Stop
breathing like a fucking dying cat and go to sleep.�

***

The cold
seeped into his skin, down to his bones and Sanzo shivered.� Blindly, he reached for the covers that
seemed to have fallen off him and tried to nestle back into them.� No such luck.�
Tugging did nothing at all; they were caught under something heavy.� Muttering a thread of curses, Sanzo cracked
open his eyes and sat up.� Enough
moonlight streamed through the window for him to make out the forms of the
furniture that cluttered the room.� The
bed creaked and he turned his head to see the kappa sprawled out on the bed
beside him, shifting a little in his sleep.�
The sheets had caught in a tangled mess around the idiot�s hips and legs
but despite his naked chest he slept on as though oblivious to the chilly air.

Sanzo
ground his teeth, tempted to just push the kappa off the bed entirely in
revenge for stealing the sheets.� But he
found himself staring instead at the red hair fanning the pillow, the slightly
parted lips, the tanned muscular torso stretched in perfect abandon.� One time wasn�t going to be enough, was
it?� He sighed.� These� desires were so infuriating.� He may have managed to banish the dreams, but
the fragmented memories of them still haunted him.� It felt like something had awakened in his
body, something he had kept under lock and key so long that its presence was
foreign and frightening.� Dammit, why did it have to be the kappa?� Why couldn�t it be some nameless stranger
that he could leave behind if things turned sour?� Or someone safer.� Hakkai was safe � he was even more of a
repressed intellectual than Sanzo.� He
could talk to him precisely because he could process things in that abstract,
detached way.� And Goku.� Goku was safe, unfailing in his loyal, blind
devotion.� Hakkai and Goku both owed him for the changes he�d brought in
their lives and though he didn�t really like to think of it in those terms, that made them trustworthy in a certain way that made
it okay for them to be around.

But
Gojyo�Gojyo was most definitely not safe.�
Honestly, he didn�t know why the kappa had agreed to partake in this
wretched journey in the first place.�
Whenever he�d actually gone to the trouble to ask, he�d only been met by
one of those glib, infuriating responses like I had nothing better to do.�
Bullshit.� Maybe he�d gone along
just because of Hakkai.� The thought of
that caused Sanzo�s stomach to tighten in a strange
way.� He shook his head, trying to dispel
the train of thought.� A sudden chill up
his spine reminded him why he�d woken in the first place.

He
tugged on his corner of the sheet again.�
It didn�t give.� He braced a foot
against Gojyo�s thigh and jerked the sheet hard.� A bit came loose.� He wrestled with it, muttering death threats
against the kappa, and finally Gojyo unconsciously tucked his legs up just
enough for Sanzo to rescue the sheet from beneath them.� He unwound the rest of it and wrapped it around
himself.� He started to settle back down,
but an odd shape out of the corner of his eye made him look back.

Oh.

With the
concealing covers removed, Sanzo now had a front row seat to the very obvious
tent jutting from the kappa�s boxers.� Pervy cockroach.� He
better not be dreaming again.� Or maybe it had just been the friction from
him pulling on the sheets.� For some
reason, Sanzo couldn�t tear his eyes away.�
The other night he hadn�t really gotten a good look at any of the�
important parts.�

Feeling
his cheeks heating, he glanced up at the kappa�s face and assured himself that
Gojyo was still fast asleep.� If tearing
the blanket out from under him hadn�t stirred him, he must be pretty far under.� Sanzo licked his lips.� Fuck,
these thoughts� It was just curiosity, really.� Like the first time he ever played with
himself.� It couldn�t be helped.

Maybe if
he just looked.� Gojyo was out of it; he
wouldn�t know shit.� Then he could stop
trying to imagine it and get some peace.

Tentatively,
he reached out and poked Gojyo�s hip.� The kappa didn�t react at all.� �Gojyo,� he whispered.� �You awake?��
Nothing.�
He shifted until he was kneeling right beside him.� Still nothing.

He
slipped his fingers under the waistband of Gojyo�s
boxers and gently pulled them down just enough to spring his erection
free.� Damn.� No wonder the kappa was always being led
around by this thing.� It clearly
redirected all the bloodflow from his head.� Sanzo brushed his knuckles against the
velvety flesh, watching Gojyo carefully as he did so.� He thought he heard the kappa�s breath hitch
a bit, but that was it.

One side
of Sanzo�s lips curled into a little smirk.� Getting the kappa all worked up while he was
in no position to do anything about it suddenly seemed like a brilliant
idea.� He wrapped his fingers completely around
Gojyo�s shaft and gave an experimental squeeze,
feeling the blood pulse under the surface.�
This, at least, was familiar enough territory.

As he
pumped, he watched the reactions that cascaded through the sleeping man with
devious delight.� It was like a
delicious, sweet revenge for all the years of teasing.� The kappa�s breathing deepened.� His fingers twitched, clutched, then
relaxed.� His head tilted back and little
grunts and breathy sighs escaped his lips.�
When Sanzo tightened his grip in a corkscrew motion, Gojyo hips actually
snapped up and thrust into his hand.�

Startled,
Sanzo backed off for a moment, afraid he�d gone too far and Gojyo would
wake.� As soon as he pulled back his hand
though, the kappa murmured and settled back down into stillness and deep
regular breaths.

He
should stop.� He should really stop
now.� But when would he ever get this
chance again?

His eyes
drifted back down.� An image from the
dream kept flashing in his head.� He
licked his lips.� Fuck it.� No one would ever know, right?

Just� a taste.

***

The next
morning, Gojyo couldn�t shake a troubling feeling of confusion, like someone
had rearranged his headspace and things weren�t in their usual places.� He couldn�t understand it because he�d woken
up totally rested and feeling like a million bucks.� Feeling so good, in fact, that all the
awkwardness with Sanzo barely phased him at all.� He�d floated through the morning with the
kind of light step that he usually only got after a good roll in the sack.� And that�s what unsettled him, really.� Mornings weren�t really his thing, not after
all the years he�d spent quasi-nocturnal.�
And sex had been the one thing not on the menu last night after Sanzo
saved him from that perverted half-breed.�
Ha, feels good to say it to someone
else for a change.

Sanzo�
Sanzo had been avoiding his eyes.� Which
wasn�t unexpected, but� dammit he�d totally missed a
golden opportunity last night to figure out what the monk wanted to do about
everything that had happened between them.

They sat
in the reception room where they�d played cards the night before, waiting for
Han to come give them his verdict.� Gojyo
had to wonder how a town that obviously enjoyed long-standing prejudices
against youkai could ever accept a half-breed as
their leader.� There had to be a bigger
story there.� And what had happened to
the previous halfbreeds who had sought to pass
through here?� Had they all been
thoroughly sexually harassed as well?

A door
slid open and both he and Sanzo turned towards the noise.

Han
waltzed in, wearing a black uniform.� His
hair was slicked back and he looked a lot more polished than he had last
night.� He strode right up to where they
were sitting and put a hand on each of their shoulders.� �Mornin� boys,� Han
drawled.�� Damn bastard can�t keep his hands to himself.

Sanzo
wiggled out from under the hand.� �Well?
Have you made your decision?�

�I think
we can come to an agreement,� said Han.�
�But I would really prefer you to stay another night.� We can bring up your friends from the
barracks of course.� How about I treat
you both to a nice big breakfast for your trouble?�

Sanzo�s gun appeared in his hand.�
He twirled it casually on a finger.�
�I don�t think so.� We�re not
vacationing, and I don�t care for your kind of hospitality.�

Han eyed
the gun, but didn�t back off.� Instead,
he leaned up against Gojyo and said in his ear, �He�s a real bitch, ain�t he?� I
understand why you keep him though.� Even
I don�t swallow.�

Bang.

When he
saw the gun come up, Gojyo ducked instinctively.� The sound of the shot momentarily deafened
him and he blinked up at Sanzo, wondering why the hell the monk would choose to
shoot at him now.� Sanzo though, was
looking past him, a stunned expression on his face.�

Gojyo
turned his head and saw Han sprawled on the floor.� His brain finally caught up to what had
happened.� �Holy shit, you shot him!� What the fuck?!�

Sanzo
stared down at the gun in his hand.� �I
didn�t��

Gojyo
got up and kicked the body with his foot.�
�Think he�s dead?�

�I don�t
care.� He was an asshole.�

�Sanzo�
sometimes you�re really fucking scary.�
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