Wrestling

Goku was hungry. Very hungry. As hungry as 'heraheta' spelled out by placing a thousand beavers end to end. He had decided this as he was watching the pigeons on the square gorge themselves on bits of discarded hot dog buns and dried up earthworm. Even the pigeons looked almost appetizing. But why go to the trouble of spotting and catching a red one (which Goku thought those tasted much better than the grey ones) when he could go pester Sanzo for food? Or more accurately, pester Sanzo and Hakkai, the latter of which would say "Ne, Sanzo, he needs nutrition to help him grow properly..." and Sanzo would growl "He just ate half an hour ago!", leading to a discussion between the two about when and how much to feed a growing boy/saru that would allow him to escape unnoticed with the card. Goku could be quiet when the situation demanded it.

And so he planned out his tactic. He thought he might stand more of a chance if he was a little more subdued than normal, and so with resolve he crept up the stairs, moving as quietly as a cockroach. Until he hit the landing, and then all that resolve fled his mind more quickly than thoughts of respectability in Gojyo's the moment he saw a pretty lady. Goku reached the door to Sanzo and Hakkai's room and unceremoniously flung it open.

"Ne, Sanzo, herahet-" The boy skidded to a stop a few steps into the room, confused.

Hakkai and Sanzo were both on the bed Sanzo had claimed. Which wouldn't be terribly unusual, because Goku had seen them sitting on the bed together before, their heads bent very near each other's, lips almost touching. Sanzo had said Hakkai had a personal problem that he wanted Sanzo's opinion on. Goku thought it was very nice of Sanzo to help Hakkai like that. But he wondered if maybe Hakkai didn't think so, because he saw the man's smile tighten up - Hakkai's version of annoyance.

And then there was the time when he'd burst in and seen Hakkai kneeling on the bed, unzipping Sanzo's black top. Evidently, Sanzo had received some minor injuries that he hadn't told any of them about, and Hakkai was going to take a look at them. Goku decided it was very kind of Hakkai to fuss over Sanzo so much, but the sharp-eyed saru didn't miss the rough pinch Sanzo applied to Hakkai's thigh.

And just last week, Sanzo had been running his fingers through Hakkai's hair in an effort to remove the lice he'd seen scuttling about. Goku would've sworn he heard Sanzo grunt in pain, but Hakkai was smiling brightly, so surely there was nothing to it.
But the position Hakkai and Sanzo were in now was new to him.

Sanzo was lying on his back, his robes and black undershirt gone, his pants at his ankles. A shirtless Hakkai was straddling him, his pants unzipped and a very odd smile on his face as he pinned Sanzo's bare arms over his touseled blond head. Hakkai's other hand was moving with purpose inside Sanzo's boxers. Sanzo looked both annoyed and pleased at the same time, something which Goku couldn't quite calculate.

Hakkai let go of Sanzo the moment Goku burst into the room, giving him only a split second to take in the scene. The brunette looked embarrassed, and the blonde just looked pissed off.
"Ne, Sanzo, are you all right?" Goku questioned, nervously recalling how they'd found those two during the Chin Issou incident.

"I am, but you won't be if you don't get the hell out," Sanzo growled at him.
"Er, what're you doing?"
After a second, Hakkai directed a smile at Goku.
"We're wrestling."

"What?" Goku cried incredulously. "You've never wanted to wrestle with me and Gojyo before!" He hesitated only a second before grinning and rushing toward the two men.

"YOSH!" Goku shouted as he tackled them, landing somewhere between Hakkai's neck and Sanzo's stomach.
After a few garbled shouts of "baka saru!" and much cursing, Goku had both of them pinned down, a knee on each to keep them still.

"Oi."

Hakkai peaked out from behind Sanzo's arm.
"Welcome back, Gojyo."

The kappa blinked. And then smirked.
"I guess you've grown more than I thought, saru."

"You're dead," Sanzo growled.
Goku ignored them all.
"Ne, Gojyo, come join us! We're wrestling!"
"Is that what they call it these days?"
"I said shut up, kappa!"
"Er, Goku, I think you've won. So perhaps we should end here..." Hakkai suggested.
"All right," Goku sighed, "but you have to promise we'll do this again!"
"Um..."
"Saru! Kappa! LEAVE or DIE!"

Goku chose the first option.

Gojyo remained in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

"Saa," he said with a wicked grin, "it's not every day you get an opportunity like this." He sauntered over to the bed.

Two minutes later, he felt cold steel pressed painfully against his skull.

"Get off him now." Sanzo's voice was so frigid that he could've flash-frozen a ham in just one breath.
Well, Gojyo though, being on top of a mostly naked Hakkai was nice, but not worth loosing his life.
"Hai, hai," he muttered, backing off slowly and heading toward the door. He made sure he waited until the door was almost shut behind him before he called back.

"We should start an all-ikkou wrestling team!" His comment was punctuated with bullets.

Silence.

"Ne, Sanzo."
"Aa."
"We really must make an effort to remember to lock the door."
"Aa."