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Relax and Hang On -- Again	By : cupnjava Category: Gensomaden Saiyuki > General Views: 20723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: The following is a piece of fanfiction. I do not own the characters. No money is being made by the posting of this fanfic. My playing with the Saiyuki boys is intended to be high praise for the creator and owners of Saiyuki.
This story is fiction. Any relationship to persons or events past, present or future is purely coincidental.

Author's Note: Nope, I didn't forget about this story. There is progression, although it is slow.
For those of you who do not follow my LJ, I have a wonderful announcement to make! I'm getting published! I've signed three contracts with Lady Aibell Press (http://www.ladyaibell.com) to publish three of my original stories. The first one "Full Circle" (m/m vampire erotica. *big grin*) is expected to be released within the next couple of months. I’ll keep you informed.
Does this mean I'm stopping RAHO? Oh hell no! I love the Saiyuki boys and I love being a part of the fandom. You really shouldn't notice a difference other than my writing getting a bit better. I look though RAHO now and I see a whole host of errors and mistakes. Some of them minor typos and some of them are major writing errors. I hope to take what I learn from my editor at Lady Aibell Press and turn RAHO into strong fiction.
I couldn't have done this without all of your support and words of praise. You're the reason I found the confidence to try original yaoi fiction. Thank you all.

Warnings: This is a primarily a yaoi fanfic and it is intended for mature readers only. You must be 18 or 21 (check the laws in your area) to read this fanfic. If you are offended by cursing or sexual activities between two men, you shouldn't read this fanfic.

Chapter summary: Their last day of vacation and back to the gruels of…dang it…what's wrong now? Isn't the point of this to head west?

Word count: approx 9K.

RAHO XXI Blantic Day Seven: "The Vacation Ends."

Lirin sat at the table with one of her heels resting on the edge of her seat. Looking at her empty plate, she spoke, "We need to get my brother a date."
Yaone dropped her chopsticks.
Dokugakuji began to snicker.
Kougaiji was currently taking a shower. If Lirin didn't talk to them now who knew when she'd have both of them without her brother around again? She looked up and scanned the faces of her friends. "I mean it."
"Lady Lirin." Yaone nervously chuckled. "I'm sure your brother has no difficulties finding a date." Her hands slightly trembled when she picked up her chopsticks. "Did you ever consider that there might be a reason why he's single?"
Dokugakuji shook his head and sipped his soda. "Other than not having found Ms. Right. He's not looking for a reason, Lirin."
Lirin waved her hand in the air dismissing their words. These two were going to be no help. "I know his reasons and they're stupid." Her chair scraped the floor when she stood. Looking over her shoulder she spoke as she left the room. "Do you think it's true what they say? That blonde's have more fun?"
Yaone and Dokugakuji exchanged a look. Yaone spoke, "This isn't going to be good."
Dokugakuji agreed, "Not good at all."
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Today was their last day in Blantic. The day had been spent on preparations to continue west. With the laundry caught up and the supplies checked and arranged, everything was set so that come morning all they had to do was load the jeep and face west.
Hakkai sighed when he walked into the bathroom. This was their last night here. If he came here again then it would be after west – assuming he survived the quest. Softly chuckling to himself, he smiled at the mural on the ceiling. So much attention to a bathroom – why? Why did they focus so much on the bathroom? It didn't matter.
It was all in the past, right? He said his goodbyes to the tile, faucets, tub and the mural as he checked to make sure none of their toiletries hid in the medicine cabinet or vanity. Farwell to the most personal, private and intimate room of a house. As he closed the medicine cabinet door, the mirror came into view.
Standing there looking at himself, he saw his hair about his shoulders, a hat on his head and a leather duster on his shoulders. He missed that duster. He missed the weight, from a physical presence, on his shoulders and the smell around him. The tinge of leather used to surround him. At one time he hid in that duster. It became a shield between him and the world. He still had a shield.
Softly smiling, he blinked at his reflection. Gonou or Hakkai? That was the debate. Which one was he? Which one should he be? Which one would be best for Gojyo? Which one could keep Gojyo safe and alive? Hakkai never got his straightforward answer to his question by the hot tub.
Next to the sink sat a pair of hair shears. He picked up the long thin shears and his bio-synthetic eye reflected off the stainless steel. Looking back at his reflection in the mirror, he knew it was time for a trim. His hair line was a little uneven and tiny wisps of hair misbehaved. The question now was – long or short?
Resting his wrist on his shoulder, he pinched a lock of hair between his thumb and index finger. Long or short? Gonou or Hakkai? If he could hide behind a smile then he could hide behind hair. Gojyo seemed to thoroughly enjoy the motorcycle stories and the trip down Gonou's memory lane. "Hot in long hair." Wasn't that what Gojyo said? Something similar? "Holding back on us." Something like that too.
He had to keep Gojyo close to keep Gojyo safe.
"No matter how long you look at it, the mirror isn't going to move, Hakkai." Gojyo grinned as he stepped into the room. His grin faded when he made eye contact with his lover via the mirror. Something was wrong. Cutting his eyes to the scissors briefly, he asked, "Time for a trim?"
"Perhaps." Hakkai blinked at his lover's reflection. "You've seen the pictures. Do you like me in long hair?"
Gojyo nodded, "Yeah, I do." Damn. He hated being right. His stomach twisted and he stepped up behind Hakkai. Looking over his lover's shoulder he studied Hakkai's reflection. "I like you in short hair too."
The scissors started to shake in Hakkai's hold. "Which do you want more, Gojyo? Gonou or Hakkai?"
"Damn. You know how to put me in the hot seat, don't you?" Right back to that heavy conversation by the hot tub. Right back to being stuck between a rock and hard place.
Hakkai slowly closed his eyes. "Just tell me which you prefer. I can be whoever you need me to be."
Gojyo's stomach flipped. That's not what he wanted. That's not what he wanted at all. "I don't need a made-to-order lover. That's boring…" His voice trailed off. Now was not the time for jokes. He thought about the pictures and he remembered Gonou's eyes. Early on those emerald eyes were not the eyes of the man he loved. Those emerald eyes were dead and listless. "Let me ask you something. Were you happy?"
Hakkai opened his eyes and knitted his brow. "Happy?"
"Yeah, when you covered your self from head to toe – under that hat, hair and duster." Gojyo knew how to hide under an appearance better than anyone. "As you toyed with your life under the guise of thrill and fun. As you came up here to escape reality. When you didn't smile – at all."
"I didn't see the point behind it."
"Were you happy when you were Gonou?"
"When I had Kanan I was extremely happy."
"Without her? Before and after?"
Hakkai squeezed his eyes closed and nibbled his bottom lip. "Not at all."
Gojyo smiled and took the scissors from Hakkai's hand. "Looks like you need a trim, Hakkai. You're getting kinda shaggy."
Opening his eyes, Hakkai looked at his lover in the mirror. "But…"
"But nothing. I don't care what your hair looks like. I want you happy." He chuckled, "I'll be honest with ya. When I first cut your hair, it really bothered me. It was caked with blood and mud. You were unconscious and the only way you were getting clean hair was if I cut it. I never expected you to keep the style."
"You gave me the hair cut I had always wanted. Kanan really liked me in long hair and she wouldn't let me cut it all at once." He softly chuckled and got a little misty eyed when he heard the scissors snip behind his ear. "You don't have to do this. I can trim my own hair. "
"Nah. You'll screw up your DA. You can't see it no matter how big the mirror is."
"DA?"
"Duck's Ass." Gojyo laughed. "That's what this hair cut is called, ya know."
Hakkai's lips twisted in to a wry smile. "No, it's not." He refused to accept that he had anything called a "Duck's Ass" on the back of his head.
"Yes, it is." Gojyo laughed as he lifted thick locks of brown hair and straightened out the lines. "You, lover, have the ass of a duck on the back of your head."
"No."
"Yes."
"No." Hakkai smiled. "I have Hakkai hair." He looked at the spiky bangs that he no longer tried to get to lay down. "It's in a category all its own."
Gojyo set the scissors down on the vanity and kissed his lover's neck. "Just like everything else that is 'Hakkai'." Wrapping his arms around his lover's chest he looked at their reflections. "Sometimes your smiles get on my nerves. Sometimes your deflection gets irritating. Sometimes you get on these intellectual high-horses and you don't realize you're being condescending. I fell in love with you anyway."
Hakkai softly chuckled. "You smoke too much. You cuss too much. You think with the wrong head too much and sometimes I want to strangle you. But, I love you anyway."
"So, Mr. Irritating, what are we going to do with each other?"
"Survive west so I can go back to irritating you with clean dishes, finished meals and waiting up for you."
"I can drive you nuts with my feet on the coffee table, smelling of cheap perfume and…" He thought for a moment and snickered. His snickering became laughter.
"And?"
"And using beer cans as ashtrays."
"You'll be in pain." Hakkai laughed. "So very much pain."
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"Nyoi-bo extend!" The red cudgel spun over Goku's head and obeyed his command for length. Lowering his weapon, Goku brought the staff to a halt. One of the brass balls stopped a half an inch from a tree trunk. With the staff braced between the side of his chest and his arm, Goku raised his weapon once again.
Sanzo lifted an eyebrow. "Are you that bored? Tch. A needless waste of energy."
Goku sighed and slumped forward putting his body weight on his staff. "I'm surprised Kougaiji or Homura hasn't found us. Maybe they're taking a vacation too?"
Sanzo closed his eyes. Goku was indeed that bored.
Goku looked out over the scenery. Staring at the town far below him he spoke, "Do bad guys take vacations? Or does that break something in the bad guy rule book?"
Sanzo crushed his cigarette out beneath his boot. "You sound more like a kid waiting for their friend to come out and play more than someone who has people trying to kill him."
Goku shrugged. Play or fight – was there much difference? "Are they really bad guys, Sanzo?"
"What makes you ask?"
"Sometimes when I fight Kougaiji his heart doesn't seem in it. Then there are times where he really seems to want to fight." Goku turned around and put his hands on his hips. "To be honest, I don't think he's coming at me with all he's got. And, that's not really fair. He's got those things he can summon and he hardly ever uses them. He's also really, really, really strong and I'm convinced he's pulling some of his punches. It's like… it's like he doesn't really see us as enemies."
"Do you really see him as an enemy?"
"No, I don't. I see him as an opponent." Goku walked over to Sanzo and sat down on the hot tub.
"Perhaps you have answered your own question."
Goku sighed. "I don't want to see anything bad happen to him or Homura."
"Feeling sympathy for the enem— opponents?"
"Don't worry, Sanzo, we'll beat them."
Sanzo hiked an eyebrow. This didn't bode well. "Not wanting to see anything bad happen" coupled with "we'll beat them" seemed like a foul recipe. What did Goku think "beating them" would mean?
Goku pulled his legs up and rested his chin on his knees. "Do you ever feel the sadness that surrounds Homura?"
"You're the one who had a date with him not me." He'd definitely paid more attention than he thought to all of those monks when he was growing up. With just a little prodding, he goaded Goku to answer his own questions just like those monks used to do to Kouryuu. He didn't know if this meant he was becoming what he was meant to become or if he was becoming what he didn't want to be. Perhaps a bit of both?
"It wasn't a date, Sanzo." Goku rolled his eyes, "But there's a sadness around him. It's like…" He thought for a moment, "It's like he was hurt real bad and then he was angry and now it's he's just sad. Really, deeply sad."
"If you care so much, why don't you go and cheer him up?" Not everyone can be or wants to be helped. Perhaps Goku would see that on his own.
"What am I supposed to do, Sanzo? Send him flowers?" Goku shook his head. Sometimes Sanzo didn't make much sense. "Homura, sorry you're having a bad life. Here are some roses to brighten your day. Love, Goku." Goku laughed, "Yep, that's what the card would say. Or maybe I should keep it more simple, 'Homura, sorry you suck at life. Here are some daisies to give you some sunshine.'" Goku laughed and lay onto his back. "Yeah, that would go over well." He sighed. "Sanzo, not everyone can be made to feel better, ya know."
Sanzo looked up at the sky and watched the sun start to set. What the hell did Goku need him for anymore? He'd been entrusted with Goku for reasons that still eluded Sanzo. He never really felt like he was supposed to "raise" Goku not like one would a child – not in a true sense. Goku was a 500-year old teenager when they met and Sanzo took the responsibility to fill in the gaps, such as a formal education, in Goku's background. Then, a strange relationship formed between them. Sometimes Sanzo took the role of a parent or a guardian and sometimes he felt like he was the pupil learning from the sage.
A thud pulled Sanzo from his own thoughts.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!"
Sanzo looked down at Goku.
Goku held his head and winced. "That post hurts!"
"What did you do?"
Goku weakly smiled and sighed. "I wanted to see what the hot tub looked like under the cover, but getting off the cover seemed like a pain. So, I tried to see what it looked like while I was on it and I lost my balance and I fell and I hit my head on this stupid post." He kicked the post to emphasize his point. "Ow! Ow! Ow! My toe! Damn it!"
Sanzo contentedly folded his arms into his robes. He was still needed in Goku's life. If for no other reason that make sure Goku didn't kill himself. He turned and headed for the door to go back into the cabin. Perhaps his reason for being in Goku's life was to smirk when Goku nearly killed himself. "When you are done being beaten by inanimate objects, I'll be inside."
Goku grinned when the door closed behind Sanzo. He jumped up to his feet and chuckled. That worked better than he thought it would. There was to be no deeply thoughtful Sanzo on the last night of their vacation!
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Lirin walked through the halls off the inn. Where did women go? Her eyes went wide. The bathroom! That's where women went. At some point in time every woman in this inn would have to go to the bathroom. Surely, she could find her brother a date there.
Quickly finding the women's bathroom, Lirin sat on top of a sink and began to take notes. She was now Secret Love Agent Anastasia, gatekeeper to affairs of the heart! All of the women who came in to the bathroom were going to get ranked on shapeliness, prettiness, intelligence (if Lirin could determine that in any way) and blondes were going to get bonus points because it's said that they have more fun and fun is very important.
Once she narrowed it down to about five she was going to follow the women around and try to get a feel for what kind of women they were. After they passed her inspection, then and only then, would they be worthy of meeting her brother.
With her notebook at the ready, she stared at the door.
The door that was going to open … NOW!
Now.
She pursed her lips. Now?
Sighing, she rocked back against the mirror. This was going to take longer than she originally thought.
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Tenpou tapped Hakkai on the shoulder. "Pardon me."
Hakkai softly smiled and turned to face the brunet in a lab coat. "Yes?"
"I do believe we had an agreement."
Hakkai nodded and stepped to the side. "Yes, yes, we did. Never let it be said that I go back on my word."
Gojyo dropped a bag by the front door. "All right, I think that's all of it. Except for what we'll need tonight." He smirked. "Hopefully need tonight and tomorrow morning." Stepping over the packs he found himself nose to nose with his lover.
"Is that so?"
Gojyo lifted an eyebrow. The looking in those emerald eyes was a bit different than what he normally saw. He'd seen this look before a while back. Hakkai was in a mood. Score! Someone was getting laid tonight.
Kenren's eyes went wide. "Gojyo, man, you might want to let me handle this."
Gojyo turned around and jutted his thumb at his chest. "My life, got it?" He waggled a finger in the air. "You're just an annoying voice in my head." He pointed his finger at his forehead. "I'm not that crazy." Perhaps he needed to change that statement. He was currently having an argument with that "annoying voice".
Kenren jumped down from his cherry tree limb. "Gods! You're hard-headed!" He sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Listen, let me have one night. I won't get you killed." He pulled one hand from a pocket and lifted his pinky. "Promise."
Gojyo rolled his eyes. A pinky promise? That was kid's stuff. Turning his back on Kenren, Gojyo waved from over his shoulder. "Get bent and leave me alone."
"That's what I'm trying to do." Kenren sighed. So it came down to this.
The heel of a standard issue, grade-a, heavenly army, combat boot crashed down on the top of Gojyo head. Gojyo didn't even see the ground coming for his face. Wrestling with Gojyo's limp form, Kenren got Gojyo's hands behind the halfbreed's back. "Sorry, man, but I've waited too long for this." He propped Gojyo against the trunk of the cherry tree and whipped off his duster. Using the fabric and chains, he secured Gojyo to the tree. Not completely heartless, he left Gojyo's hands free and put his wine flask and a cup on Gojyo's lap.
Now, where were they?
Kenren, in Gojyo's body, grinned at the familiar look to those emerald eyes. "Yes, that's so."
Tenpou, in Hakkai's body, lunged for his lover.
Kenren's back slammed against the wall and he gave into the fierce kiss. Their clothing couldn't come off fast enough.
Wrestling around on the floor, Tenpou's back crashed against the back of the couch scooting the piece of furniture several feet across the floor. "Ah, lover?"
"Yeah?" Kenren settled on his knees and pinned his lover's hands to the floor. He had the leverage! Ha! Now, how could get relinquish that leverage without making it look like he wanted to?
"Didn't we already declare that we shouldn't be doing this in here?" Tenpou cut his eyes toward the door.
Oh yes, they had some unfinished business with a tree.
Kenren smirked. "Ye—" His words morphed into a yelp as Tenpou bucked. In a blur, Kenren's world rotated and he smacked his back against the floor. A certain someone was feeling a bit dominant tonight and that was just fine.
Tenpou dusted off non-existent clothing and smugly grinned. "You have five minutes to get lube or I'm starting without you."
Hakuryuu lifted his head and sighed. These men had too much time on their hands.
Kenren only needed three of those five minutes and they were out the door. Jumping through the lingering snow, they – once again – stated the obvious about the temperature.
Even though night had settled, they had no difficulty finding their tree. Tenpou took the lube from Kenren. With the fingers of one hand spread against Kenren's chest, Tenpou pushed his lover against the tree.
The feel of the scratchy bark barely had time to register to Kenren's mind before his lips were assaulted. Tenpou pressed against him so hard it was like Tenpou was trying to push Kenren through the tree. The kiss was firm and solid. Tenpou's demanding tongue took charge and explored Kenren's mouth. The kiss, hot and moist, allowed Kenren to feel Tenpou's breath hissing between their faces. He slipped his hands to Tenpou's hips and yanked. Their hips crashed together with such force it made Kenren cry out.
Tenpou didn't let up on the kiss. Kenren's moan vibrated their lips and tongues. To Kenren it felt like Tenpou was trying to stake a claim. The kiss screamed of 500 years and death not being enough to wash away their history. Kenren ached to be claimed. Tenpou slipped his free hand to Kenren's shoulder and found a fistful of long red hair. He tugged until he heard Kenren whimper.
For a brief moment, Kenren debated breaking the kiss only to tell Tenpou that what was being freely offered didn't have to be taken, but Kenren figured this was too much fun the way it was. He rocked his hips forward grinding their erections together. The dry contact and the scratch of his lover's pubic hair only served to heighten Kenren's need.
Two could play that game. Tenpou starting rocking his hips nailing Kenren to the tree. It wasn't until the kiss became more moan than kiss, did he move his lips to Kenren's ear. He nipped at his lover's earlobe before biting at Kenren's neck.
Kenren tilted his head up. The bare tree limbs kept fading in and out of focus. His cheeks felt feverish. He missed this. He missed being covered by Tenpou and being claimed by his lover. "Tenpou…"
Tenpou growled and sucked upon the curve of Kenren's shoulder.
The almost animalistic response from Tenpou made Kenren smile.
These two were no stranger to sexual one-upmanship.
Goku stood in the bedroom window watching Gojyo and Hakkai. Their bodies twisted around and writhed against each in a way that seemed more like a hand and glove together than two separate people. The moonlight reflected off Hakkai's back and highlighted the occasional shake of his ass. It wasn't that Goku wanted to join them or replace one of them. The silent symphony of it had him completely entranced for this special moment silence seemed beautiful. Gojyo would move his leg just as Hakkai's hand would slide between them. It was like each knew the other's move before it happened, but, judging by Gojyo's face and moans, the touch still held an element of surprise.
Watching his two friends enjoy each other also turned on Goku. He was eighteen years old; thinking about sex turned him on. Watching it unfold before his eyes put an ache between his legs that demanded attention. Toying with himself, he lightly ran his fingers over his pajama shorts. He didn't want to give into his needs quite yet.
Sanzo's hand patted the empty bedding beside him. Where was the monkey? Rubbing sleep from his eyes he sat up and saw Goku standing in the window. He immediately noticed what had captured Goku's attention. Sanzo could use this. Silently as possible, he got out of bed, took the lube off the nightstand and crept across the floor. He put one hand against Goku's neck and pushed the brunet against the window.
Goku's hands spread out against the glass. He looked through his reflection on the window and saw the dim reflection of one of Sanzo's eyes.
Busted. Completely and totally busted watching his two friends having sex. A part of him wanted to be ashamed and a part of him saw nothing wrong with it. Why wouldn't someone want to watch something so beautiful? Yet, private things should be private, right?
Sanzo nipped at Goku's ear. "Do you like what you see?"
Goku's eyes kept flicking between Sanzo's reflection and the action by the tree. "Yeah."
Sanzo curled his fingers under Goku's t-shirt collar and pulled until the cotton gave way. "How much?" He ran the tip of a finger up Goku's spine.
Goku rose up on his tiptoes and whimpered. "A little." His eyes went wide as Sanzo cupped his cock.
Sanzo gave Goku a firm squeeze. "That seems like more than 'a little.'"
Goku looked at Sanzo's reflection in the window. A hint of violet, a suggestion of blond – the colors were muted, but that distinct piercing glare rang clear. Sanzo wanted to play a game of cards, but which hand should Goku play? Embarrassed for being caught or enjoying what he sees?
Sanzo started to grind his palm against Goku's cloth covered cock. "Do you want to be out there?"
Goku squeezed his eyes closed. He shook his head when a moan claimed his voice. Squirming between Sanzo's hand and Sanzo's body, Goku pleaded, "Sanzo… take me."
"In my own due time." Sanzo tucked his thumbs under Goku's waistband and started pulling Goku's shorts down.
Goku's cock bobbed free from his shorts. He jumped when the head of his cock tapped the cold window.
Tenpou had two fingers inside Kenren's body. With his free hand curled under Kenren's knee, Tenpou had free and easy access to his lover's body.
Kenren stabilized himself between the tree and the one foot he still had on the ground. Tenpou's fingers stretched and explored him. Every so often Tenpou would tease a delectable spot inside Kenren's body forcing his breath to hitch in his chest. "More, please." He groaned as pleasure burst inside his body. "Again."
"My, my, aren't you demanding." Nibbling on Kenren's collar bone, he mashed his fingers against Kenren's prostate.
Kenren screamed.
Goku jumped. Sting settled into his ass.
"I said stand still." Sanzo sneered. Using his feet, he tapped Goku's feet further apart.
Off balance, Goku bent his arms to steady himself against the window. His nose nearly brushed the glass. Two slick fingers marched between the halves of his ass and plunged into his body. He cried out. He couldn't move much, but he backed his hips trying to take Sanzo's touch deeper.
"You watch them and yet you take to my touch."
"It's pretty." Goku's voice cracked. Forgetting about which hand he wanted to play, Goku let go of the trappings and enjoyed the moment. He didn't play up or hide anything.
Sanzo nibbled on Goku's shoulder and watched the couple against the tree. Hakkai's hand curled over Gojyo's throat and one of Gojyo's fists stated to pound against the tree. Sanzo smirked. "So it is." He closed his eyes.
Goku knew Sanzo well enough to know the priest could careless about those two. Judging by Sanzo's line of questions, what most likely had his intrigued was that Goku was interested. "The way they move. It's like a dance." He saw Sanzo's violet eye open and for a moment Sanzo's fingers rocked inside his body in time with the outside duo.
Sanzo parted his fingers inside Goku's body. A shudder ran down Goku's spine as his muscles stretched around his lover's touch. His arms started to shake. He looked down his body and saw a bit of precum glisten on the head of his cock. "Sanzo…please."
As abruptly as he inserted his fingers, Sanzo pulled them from Goku's body.
A sharp sting shot through Goku's skin and he knew Sanzo's hand had to be feeling it too.
Sanzo's hand smacked against Goku's ass again. "I said in my own due time."
Kenren bounced on Tenpou's fingers. "Tenpou. Tenpou! Tenpou!" So close. He was dangerously close.
"Yes?" He brushed his lips against Kenren's.
"I'm gonna…." Kenren moaned. His legs started to shake. "Gonna…." His shoulders tensed and his eyes rolled back. Tenpou and those damn fingers of his! The touch provided a relentless constant grinding against Kenren's prostate. He felt his body start to tighten around his lover's touch. His vision blurred. Need – gods did he need. Need burned in his blood. An itch nagged him and Tenpou's scratching called for release.
"Then do it, lover." Tenpou yanked his fingers out of Kenren's body and backed just enough to stop any contact with Kenren's dick. He held his lover's ankle. "But do it alone."
Bursting with almost but not quite there frustration, Kenren screamed until his throat hurt. "Bastard!" His breath hissed between his teeth. His cock throbbed painfully. A bit of precum slid down his shaft and sent a shiver down his spine. "I love you, you torturous prick."
Tenpou smiled. "I love you too."
Kenren sighed and felt his body back off the cusp of orgasm. He purred when his muscles started to relax.
"Better now?" Tenpou leaned against Kenren and lightly tongued his lover's ear.
"Yeah."
"Won't be for long." He dipped his knees and slid his cock into his lover's body.
Sanzo rubbed his hands against Goku's cherry red ass. Monkeys did indeed need to be trained. He pushed his pajama pants down freeing his own erection.
Goku's head spun. He could barely stay on his feet. Somewhere in the soup of emotions in his head, he felt Sanzo's hands curl around his thighs.
Sanzo lowered himself and lifted Goku onto his tiptoes. The head of Sanzo's cock slid in the shadow between of Goku's ass. He rocked his way between Goku's cheeks and found his lover's entrance. With one solid buck, his cock was deep in Goku's ass.
Stretched on his tiptoes, Goku watched Sanzo's reflection bounce. His breath condensed on the window and obscured his view of the tree.
With his hand on Kenren's ankle, Tenpou pushed his lover's knee between their shoulders. He bucked making the limbs on the tree shake.
Unable to do anything but scream in delight, Kenren felt his body claim what it had been denied. His toes curled and his lungs held his breath captive. With a loud squeak pleasure rippled through his body. He came with his cock pressed between their abdomens. Cum filled their navels and outlined the scar that Tenpou never had.
Goku pulled a hand off the window. His body shifted forward and his shoulder pressed against the glass. He stroked himself. He couldn't grip himself hard enough. He couldn't rub fast enough. The sound of his wrist slapping his hip overtook his moans. "Sanzo!" he screamed. His body started to shake and he mentally pleaded with himself to have release.
With a firm grip on Goku's thighs, Sanzo pounded Goku's ass. Their skin slapped together and Sanzo knew that rejuvenated the sting he'd already put in Goku's body. Watching Goku struggled with himself, sent Sanzo over the edge. "Cum, Goku."
With his body weight on his shoulder and tiptoes, Goku freed his other hand and started to tug on his balls. That did it. He screamed as his body clamped down around Sanzo's cock. He shook. Cum streaked from his body and splattered on the window.
Sanzo gritted his teeth and groaned. His hand gripped Goku's thighs. He felt small quivers running through Goku's muscles. Pleasure peaked inside of him and he came fully seated in Goku's ass. Collapsing against Goku's back, he lightly tongued Goku's spine as he reclaimed his breath.
Each stroke from Tenpou made Kenren's voice break. He curled his hand around the back of Tenpou's head feeling for long hair that was no longer there. "Cum for me, lover."
Tenpou didn't want to. He wanted to stay here. He wanted to live in the memories just for a little while. His body had other ideas. His legs started to tense and his stomach quaked. He came with Kenren's name on his lips. With a whimper he collapsed against his lover. Panting, he struggled to speak, "It's been too long."
Kenren smiled. "Too long indeed." Something caught the corner of his eye and he looked at the cabin next to the tree. The image was only there briefly, but it looked like Goku. He felt his stomach flipped. Did they just do – this – in front of little Goku?
Couldn't be. Kenren was confident that he would have sensed Goku's eyes and he doubted that he would ever get it up if he knew Goku was around. Goku was sacred. The little monkey was to be protected from all things pervy.
The blood left Kenren's face. If that were true then what happened all those centuries back in Konzen's room with Goku there?
Tenpou shifted his hips and left his lover with a soft moan of complaint.
Kenren ran his fingers through Tenpou's short hair. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Why the tree?"
"No.” Why the tree? What the fuck? Some things only made sense to Tenpou. “Did I…" He sighed. How much time had passed? This was stupid. "Did I ever have sex with Konzen?"
Tenpou knitted his brow. "Several times. Remember the time in the bath and—"
"No," Kenren interrupted, "Without you there."
"If I wasn't there, how would you expect me to know?" He narrowed his eyes. "You knew the rule, General."
Kenren's stomach flipped, "No, no, no!" His heart started to race. "You're taking this to the wrong place, Marshal. I'm talking about that time we had that little fight. Remember?" Please. PLEASE remember!
Tenpou's eyes softened and he hiked an eyebrow. "You expect me to remember?"
"I was drunk and woke up in Konzen's bed."
Tenpou's left eye twitched. "You were drunk with Konzen?"
"Fuck me." Kenren whined. "Ya gotta remember. I'm not getting in trouble for new shit that's not new! You were angry and cleaned the library and …" Damn this was so long ago even Kenren was fuzzy on the details. "I just remember you being very upset and…hell… you cut me off for the damnedest time!" Six fucking –rather – no fucking months. Kenren would never forget those six god damn months.
"Oh!" Tenpou's face lit up. "I remember now." That's right about two weeks went by without sex. That was a difficult two weeks.
Kenren sighed in relief. "If Goku were in the room, I don't think it's possible for me to be drunk enough to do that. So, did I?"
"I don't remember." Tenpou shrugged. He remembered the incident -- vaguely. He remembered being upset – kind of. He thought he remembered …no …wait…yes…no. There was something poking from the recesses of his memory. He opened his mouth. Yes, there was something. It was gone. "I don't remember." It slipped his mind. Of course it did – he was Tenpou.
Kenren slapped his hand to his forehead. "I guess it doesn't really matter now."
In this case, nothing slipped Tenpou's mind. He never knew. Kenren never knew. Konzen was the only one who knew the truth.
With their arms around each other's waists, they walked back to the cabin. Kenren's gait was a little bit off – just enough to make him smile.
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The next morning four men and one dragon met in the courtyard between their cabins. Goku, having remembered the trip up here and having decided that trying to push his asshole backwards through his mouth was not fun, elected to not eat breakfast. What was the point of wasting food? At the risk of bringing about the end of the world, Gojyo agreed with the monkey.
They loaded up, made a brief stop at the office to say goodbye and headed out. Or rather, headed up, down, side to side and nearly rolled three times—all the while Hakkai and Hakuryuu had the time of their lives, Sanzo barely pretended to not enjoy himself and Gojyo and Goku screamed for their skin and bones to stay intact.
Finally, they hit some semblance of a road.
Goku hung his head over the side of the jeep and closed his eyes. Gojyo fought with his own tumultuous stomach. He pulled his cloak closer around himself and found a greater appreciation for man-made roads.
Visiting the mountains was fine and fun, but nature was trying too hard to stick to him. He woke up this morning with bark against his back again. Nature was fine as long as it remained out there in that vague “there” place where it belong.
Of course, the bark in his skin could mean that Hakkai did some freaky chi thing and took advantage of him. Not that Gojyo minded anyone taking advantage of him, but he'd like to remember the advantages so he could figure out how to get them taken again…wait…that was ludicrous. If there was one person in the whole world who liked their partners conscious and responsive, it'd be Hakkai.
Maybe he was starting to sleep walk or something. Why couldn't get do something cool like sleep fuck?
Hakkai sneezed and turned toward off the mountain road and onto the main road.
Sanzo turned his head and looked at Hakkai.
Gojyo lifted an eyebrow.
Hakkai, seemingly oblivious to his audience, shifted gears and sniffled.
Sanzo smirked and turned around in his seat.
Gojyo sat up. That damn monk looked like he had something up his sleeve. He leaned toward Sanzo.
Sanzo spoke through his teeth, "There are consequences for being naked and in the snow. If he's sick, I'm kicking your ass."
Gojyo took to his feet. "My ass? What the fuck, Monk!" He grabbed Sanzo's shoulders. "If it's any of your god damn business, I'll let you know we were never naked and in the snow."
Hakkai blushed. Tenpou snickered. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, I'm trying to drive here." He hid a cough under the sound of rolling over a large rock.
Sanzo smacked Gojyo's hands away. "My memory says otherwise, perv!"
"Oh god." Hakkai gripped his forehead. Tenpou doubled over with laughter.
"The cold is freezing your brain cells!" Gojyo pointed at his chest. "I'd remember something like that."
Goku reached a hand up, grabbed Gojyo and yanked the redhead down. "You won't win."
With a self satisfied smirk, Sanzo took his seat.
Gojyo crossed his arms over his chest. "Besides he's not sick, are you, Hakkai?"
"Of course not, Gojyo." Hakkai's eyes burned. His chest felt heavy and his breath felt wet. His ears were clogged and his sinuses were threatening to do the same. A strange tang resided on the back of his tongue. He wasn't sick. He was ill.
Judging by the feel of it, he had a common ordinary head/chest cold. Which made absolutely no sense. Something as powerful as the flu or pneumonia, he could see breaking through his natural resistances.
But a normal cold?
It would have taken some serious prolonged stress as well as a moment of acute weakness for…the blood left his face.
First, he and Gojyo had a miscommunication. Then, he spent four days worrying over Gojyo followed by seeing his lover in horrible condition and hurt his ankle further stressing his system. For two days, he repeatedly exhausted himself to the point of passing out while trying to heal Gojyo. Then, he was pelted with Gojyo's cast and tossed around a hard tiled bathroom. After being nearly strangled twice, he spent two weeks of solidly worried over Gojyo's condition.
At that point, Gojyo went missing again and he waited for his salvage rights with worry in his gut, cold rain soaking his clothing, mud between his toes and frost on his hair.
If he was symptomatic now, then that would have had to be the point of infection. A typical cold has an incubation period of around seven days which means the entire time in Blantic was spent not only remembering and fretting over the past, but also fostering a cold. They'd been terribly active in Blantic. Perhaps, if he'd rested during their impromptu vacation this could have been avoided.
After everything he'd been through lately, it would be a miracle for him to not be sick.
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Somewhere, a butterfly rested. Its job was done.
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Secret Love Agent Anastasia diligently held her post in the women's bathroom. Thus far, not a single prospect had entered, but she wasn't giving up. However, this might not be the best location.
Lirin, or rather, Secret Love Agent Anastasia jumped down from the sink and headed toward the door. Where else did women congregate? Clothing store?
She grinned. That was a good idea. Whomever dated her brother would have to wear clothes which meant they would have to buy them which meant they would have to be in a clothing store. She could even use the style of the clothing shop to help identify the personality and tastes of the woman in question.
While searching her memory for clothing stories in this town, she opened the door and bumped into someone. Her mouth dropped open. This woman had to be the most beautiful blonde she'd ever seen. The blonde wore clothes too—a nice green dress. She wrinkled her nose and sniffed the air. Oh yes, a demon too!
The blonde looked down at Lirin and touched one of Lirin's pointed ears. "Where have you been?"
"In the bathroom."
"Are you with Dr. Ni?"
"Not this very second."
The woman took a step back and shook her head. "Go away. I'm on a mission to get the sutra not a babysitting service."
Now that was rude! Lirin put her hands on her hips. "I'm eighteen years old!" She dropped her clipboard and shoved a finger in the woman's face. "I don't need a babysitter. I can get the sutra—easily. Just a few little Li—" She cut herself off. She wasn't Lirin right now. She was Secret Love Agent Anastasia. If this woman wanted the sutra then Lirin could offer to help with that while at the same time checking the woman out for compatibility for her brother.
This was awesome! She could give her brother a date and the sutra all in one. That would save Kougaiji's mother, get rid of the step-bitch, and she would be regarded as a heroine near and far!
This was the best plan in the history of plans!
But, she had to play it right. Lirin dropped her hand and put a sweet smile on her face. "So, you don't think you need me help? How's sutra hunting going for you so far? Able to face the entire Sanzo party all by your lonesome?" She barely contained her glee as the woman grew silent.
Lirin continued, "If you're that good, I'm sure you already have it by now and you're just waiting to find—"
"Perhaps, I do need your help." The blonde put her hand on the bathroom door. "You wouldn't have been sent to me if he didn't think you were worth something."
Lirin picked up her clipboard and followed the blond into the bathroom. The lady would earn bonus points if she washed her hands. "What's your name?"
"Flaxen. And you?"
"Anastasia."
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So, this was Taikgen. Gojyo looked around the bustling city as they drove to wherever the front end of the jeep headed. Everything from large hospitals to small Mom and Pop stores lined the streets.
They turned from onto a boulevard and he heard bells ringing in the distance.
Goku smiled. "It is warmer down here."
"Told ya." Gojyo smiled and thought about young Gonou walking around these streets. Gonou was a part of Hakkai's past that Gojyo could never touch. He could listen to stories, look at photo albums, but being in Blantic and now Taikgen made him feel a bit closer to Hakkai. Seeing the same places that Gonou once saw. Riding down the same street that Gonou once rode or walked. It provided a tangible something that…
Oh hello there!
Gojyo sat up a bit straighter and watched a group of young ladies cross the street. Catholic girls. In uniform. Short checked skirts. White shirts. White socks. Have mercy, one of them wore cute little ankle socks.
The one in the ankle socks was stacked! Her round ass supported her skit and gave it a little bounce with each step. Her tits—oh dear god those tits—looked like they'd fill his hands and be firm enough to hold up a stack of magazines. Her long brown hair fluttered in the wind and teased him with promises of tangling his fingers. He silently pleaded for her to turn her head and show him her face. He knew, simply knew, she had to have a cute button nose and lips that formed a pink bow. In his mind's eye he saw emerald eyes looking out from under spiky brown bangs. That twisted in his gut a teeny bit.
Maybe more than a teeny bit. Maybe a little bit. Maybe more than a little. Maybe a lot.
Fine. That bothered him. The green eyes—that came dangerously close to that whole do-not-touch Kanan area.
Unless those green eyes belonged to—
He felt a hand on his back and heard Goku's voice. "And the Perv Award as well as the Jailtime Bonus goes to Sha Gojyo for his awesome performance in underage fantasies."
Gojyo shrugged out of Goku's touch. "Shut up, monkey. She's of age."
"How do you know?"
"My antenna tell me." His hair twitched.
"So you admit their antenna?"
"Shut up." He turned his head and watched that round ass bounce down the street. "These antenna, as you so crudely call them, are actually super sensitive babe finders."
Goku snickered. "You need to turn up the age setting."
"She is totally of age."
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Not!" Goku stood and put his hands on his hips.
"Too!" Gojyo stood and looked down at Goku. "You're just jealous that she's taller than you!"
"And you're pissed that the only fish interested in you is flounder!"
"Now, now, let's not cause a scene." The jeep came to a stop. "It's not polite to refer to women as fish and I'm sure Gojyo could date a lovely woman if he wanted to and, besides, those were the high school uniforms."
Goku jumped out of the back of the jeep. "Don't expect me to mail you cigarettes in jail, Sprite."
"Yeah, well don't expect a pity fuck from me, Monkey!" Gojyo's voice faded and a crowd of giggles surrounded him. Gojyo looked over his shoulder and saw six young women laughing.
Hakkai sighed. "Those would be the college unifo—" He went into a coughing fit. Hakuryuu hovered over him cooing.
Sanzo crossed his arms. "Hmph. Not sick, huh?"
Goku looked up at Hakkai. "You are sick."
Gojyo walked over to Hakkai. Hakkai's face was way too pale. He even looked a little green under the jaw. His eyes were wet and his cheeks flushed. Gojyo put a hand on his Hakkai's forehead and heat sank into his fingers. "Yep, you are sick."
Hakkai waved them off. "I'm fine." He turned toward the inn that would be home for the night. "Besides," he cleared his throat, "we just lost seven days of travel. We can't…" his head spun and his words faded. "We…can't…" He stepped to the side to maintain his balance.
Gojyo glared at Sanzo. "One word, Monk. Give me a reason." He put his arm around Hakkai. "Let's get you in bed."
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Yaone, Kougaiji and Dokugakuji sat around a dinning room table eating dinner.
Kougaiji toyed with a noodle on his plate. "It's not like Lirin to miss a meal."
Yaone smiled and tossed Dokugakuji a nervous glance. "I'm sure she's fine, Lord Kougaiji."
"Yeah, Kou. She's probably off on one of her adventures. She knows you worry. She won't go far."
Kougaiji sighed. "She doesn't have to be far for—"
The sound of a sneeze shot through the dinning room followed by a pitiful, "Kyuu…"
Dokugakuji, Kougaiji and Yaone shared a look. They spoke simultaneously. "Kyuu?"
Dokugakuji grinned.
Yaone smiled. "And here we thought gunshots would announce their presence."
Dokugakuji stood from the table. His heart raced inside his chest. This felt like a good sign, but it could go either way. As he walked out of the dinning room and into the hall, he pleaded with the powers that be to see four men and a dragon—not three.
"If we share a room you'll get sick too."
A lump formed in Dokugakuji's throat. That was Hakkai. He needed to hear a certain voice and that wasn't it.
"If I don't have it by now, I'm not going to get it."
And that was the voice! Dokugakuji's heart soared. He rounded the corner to the front desk feeling a thousand pounds lighter. "Don't you know how to write, punk?" He saw his brother—with no bruises and no blood turn—around. Gojyo never looked so good with his redhair, red eyes, and…and…wait a minute. "Those are my jeans, ya jerk!"
"Finders keepers." Gojyo flashed his brother a smile. "What are you doing here? How come you never bring me a present?"
"How come you never buy me a beer?" Same o'le brat—thank goodness.
Kougaiji and Yaone approached. Kougaiji spoke. "We're here for the sutra."
Goku laughed. "Do you think you could say that with a little more conviction, Hair-Do?"
Hakkai covered his mouth with his sleeve and bowed. "Please, pardon my distance, Miss Yaon…" His words hid under a wet cough.
Yaone dashed to Hakkai's side. "Oh dear, that doesn't sound good." Dokugakuji watched as Yaone went into full-blow apothecary mode. She put her hand on Hakkai's forehead and gracefully dodged all of his polite refusals.
Kougaiji looked at Sanzo. "It wouldn't be honorable to fight with you having one man down."
Sanzo hiked an eyebrow. "You're missing one too."
"She's around. Don't you worry."
Yaone put her hands on her hips and sighed. "We need to get you in bed. I can…" Her voice faded off. "I'll need to get a few supplies, but I can make up something for you."
“Would everyone please stop trying to bed me? I’m fine.” Hakkai shook his head. "I just need…" He put his hands on the front desk and smiled at the clerk. "Rest."
Gojyo stepped beside Hakkai. "I'll believe that when you stop using furniture to hold yourself up right." He put one arm across Hakkai's shoulders, dipped and swooped his lover up in a cradle carry. "He's a pain in the ass when he's sick."
Dokugakuji picked up one of the room keys off the front desk. "He's not the only one. Remember when you…"
"Now's not the time." Gojyo glanced at the key, read the number and carried the reluctant patient down the hallway.
"I can walk, Gojyo."
"I don't doubt that."
Dokugakuji and Yaone followed Gojyo and Hakkai down the hall.
Kougaiji gripped his forehead. "The word futile comes to mind."
"Can we get something to eat, Sanzo?"
Sanzo nodded and eyed Kougaiji. What were they really doing here? And why was Homura's presence so strong? They'd been watched since they left the mountain—he could feel it. Something was going on.
Kougaiji weakly smiled. "I have a table already. It would be a shame—"
Sanzo interrupted. "Breaking bread with the enemy, now?"
"Do you really see us as enemies?"
Sanzo nodded. "Only when you're in my way."
The three of them, much to Goku's glee, walked into the dining room.
Kougaiji sat down and sipped his tea. "You should know that—"
"I know." Sanzo lit a cigarette. "I can feel him." He hiked an eyebrow. "Is that why you're here? Joining forces with him?"
Kougaiji shook his head. "I have my own objective and it has nothing to do with his."
With his plateful, Goku smiled. "I'm so hungry. I didn't get breakfast today. Cuz, well, it would have been a waste. But, oh my god, this smells so good. And—"
Out came the fan. "Then stop talking and start eating! Do you have to be so noisy?"
Kougaiji crossed his arms over his chest. "Goku, we need to talk."
Sanzo stood and walked away from the table. "You're on your own with this one." Anyone who knew Goku and Lirin's history knew where this was going.
Goku swallowed some food without tasting it. Sharp violet eyes looked at him from under red hair. "Wha-what about, Kougaiji?"
Kougaiji folded his hands together on top of the table. The tips of his talons reflected the light before his fingertips rested on the back of his hands. He gave Goku a smile that sent a shiver down Goku's spine. "I'm a big brother. There are duties that go along with that position."
Goku nodded. His nerves trembled and he could no longer smell the food on his plate. "Yeah…" This was it. This was his finale. Dead—without so much as a last meal.
"If you hurt my sister, I'll introduce you to a whole new understanding of pain."
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Gojyo knitted his brow and looked at Hakkai laid out on the bed. "We've got to stop meeting like this." He forced a light chuckle and wished he could make it real.
Yaone sat beside the bed clanking together glass bottles of something. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt a little torn. Anything could be in those bottles. She'd used her powers over potions against them once. Was he looking at a patient and a doctor or had he delivered Hakkai right into the hands of the enemy?
Yaone pressed a bottle against Hakkai's forehead and the color changed from blue to red. "His fever is spiking."
"And this means…" A beer formed before his eyes. A beer held up by a hand connected to his brother.
Dokugakuji shrugged. "I guess this means you owe me a present now."
Yaone sat the bottle containing the red liquid aside and picked up another bottle containing something that looked like very thick tea.
Gojyo grabbed the offered beer and walked toward Yaone. After picking up the red liquid, he bent to sniff it.
"Stop!" Yaone grabbed Gojyo's wrist and guided the red liquid back to the nightstand. "That's poison. Temperature sensitive poison, but poison nonetheless."
Gojyo sipped his beer. "I wasn't going to drink it." Did she think he was stupid enough to drink something he didn't know? "Wouldn't it be better to use a thermometer?"
Yaone smiled at Gojyo. A smile incredibly familiar to one of Hakkai's "my patience is being tried, but I'm still going to be nice" smiles. "There's this interesting thing about thermometers. They're fragile. There is this thing about explosives. They—"
"I get the point."
Yaone nodded and turned her attention back to the patient. "I do believe I told you that I needed some supplies."
Gojyo nodded. Patient and doctor—that's what he was looking at.
Gojyo heard a chair scrape the floor. "The way you're standing there with your hands in your pockets and your brow knitted, one might think something is going on between you two."
Gojyo blinked at the can of beer. It took someone pretty smart to come up with the pop-top. Or is this a flip-top? Or something. Whatever it's called.
Yaone stood and put the bottle of thick gunky tea on the night stand. "It's just a cold, Gojyo. Rest, fluids, a little help and his body will fight it off." She walked over to the door. "I need some hot water. Can I get you gentlemen anything?"
Gojyo shook his head. "Does someone with just a cold look that…" His eyes traveled down Hakkai's too-still, too-resting, too-pale, too-covered in blankets body. "comatose?"
Dokugakuji answered, "You know him pretty well. If a cold was gonna kick his ass do you think it would be a wussy cold?"
"I'm fine." Hakkai opened his eyes and turned his head.
"Really now?" Gojyo knelt and looked at Hakkai's face. "How did you get up here?"
Hakkai weakly smiled. "You carried me."
"And who put you in bed?" Gojyo stared at Hakkai's eyes. They weren't focusing.
"The…" A distance settled in Hakkai's eyes. "The…" His voice grew soft. "Umm…" Gojyo watched as Hakkai's eyes flicked back and forth like the man was trying to read the answer from the thin air.
Gojyo patted Hakkai's thigh. "Do you even remember the question?"
Hakuryuu waddled across Hakkai's pillow and sniffed the bottle containing the thick green liquid. A shiver ran down his body and he looked up at Gojyo.
"If it smells bad, Parrot, it'll probably work."
Hakuryuu narrowed his eyes.
Hakkai whispered, "Don't…"
Gojyo nodded and winked at Hakuryuu. "All right, we won't fight." Hakuryuu huffed and curled up on the far side of Hakkai's shoulder.
"No."
"No, what?" Gojyo shook his head. "Don't what, then?"
"Don't let me miss mass."
The blood left Gojyo's face. Ah shit.
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