Notes: Inspired by a line in a Sanzo/Hakkai/Gojyo giftfic scribblemoose wrote for my birthday: It reminded Gojyo of how it felt when Hakkai bent him over the edge of a bed or a table and fucked him senseless.

Now, I'm as in favor of Gojyo fucking Hakkai senseless as the next fangirl, but I ask you: how could a smut fiend such as myself pass up a mental image like that?

Anyway, on to the freaky-sneaky!

Sha Gojyo knew it had been a good idea to pick up that cute little high school girl in the last town where they'd stopped. Eager to please, a quick study, highly enthusiastic, and a ripe, firm young body that felt like a fresh peach and tasted just as sweet. When he woke up the next morning, she was gone, but had accidentally left behind a little souvenir for him.

Her school uniform.

The shoes had been the only part of the outfit that didn't fit right, but Gojyo wasn't complaining. Black patent leather shoes were easy enough to find, even though the store clerk had looked at him funny when he'd said he had a niece with big feet. Eh, what the hell did that idiot know? He didn't have a lover like Hakkai. A quick trip to the stationery store for some school supplies and to the candy store for a favorite treat, and all that remained was to set the stage.

He'd been laying the groundwork for it in Hakkai's mind between the last town they'd been to and the next. Calling him "sensei" at every opportunity, playing the teacher's pet, batting his long crimson lashes coyly. He'd even put his hair up in a ponytail more often than was his habit, making sure to let it swing as he walked. Hakkai just smiled and refrained from comment, as usual, but Gojyo thought he had detected a furtive, questioning look from time to time, as though Hakkai were trying to figure out exactly what he was getting at.

Heh. Little did he know what was in store for him. Even the brilliant Cho Hakkai could be surprised now and again, if you knew how to play your cards right. And while Hakkai routinely kicked his ass at cards, Gojyo knew that when it came to sex, there was nothing like an ero-kappa for taking a girl - or a guy - by surprise.

Convincing Goku to let him room with Hakkai had been a piece of cake. The stupid monkey never passed up a chance to be near (read: bug the piss out of) his beloved Sanzo. Besides, that boneheaded baboon's snoring always kept him up, and even a bastard half-breed needed his beauty rest. Not that he was going to let his monocled fuck-buddy get anything of the sort tonight, if he had his way. And Sha Gojyo almost always got his way.

Slipping away during dinner had been a bit trickier. It was hard to pass up the temptation to bust Goku's chops and fight over food with him, but that walking stomach wasn't the type to notice nothing was impeding him from stuffing his face. All Gojyo had to do was push back his chair quietly, drop a small note in Hakkai's lap while he was feeding Hakuryuu some scraps, and wend his way through the evening barroom crowd and up the stairs, to get himself into the uniform, perch himself carefully on the rickety old desk in their room, and wait.

And wait.

After half an hour, Gojyo started to be concerned that Hakkai wouldn't show. Had he gone too far?

Fuck it. He needed a smoke. He looked around for his cigarettes, then cursed when he remembered he'd left them in his other outfit because they didn't fit in this one. Fortunately, he remembered he'd bought one of those little all-day suckers, so at least he had something to stave off his oral fixation.

Just when Gojyo was about to give up and call it a night, the door creaked quietly and opened, and Hakkai was presented with the most incredible sight he had ever seen.

Hakkai had come upstairs expecting Gojyo to want to talk to him about something, perhaps play a few rounds of cards afterwards. If he'd even considered the possibility of sex, he'd have expected it to come afterwards, when they were a bit more relaxed from alcohol and games and small talk.

What he saw instead, he would never have anticipated in a million years, even from an insatiable, endlessly inventive lover like Gojyo. The kappa was sitting on the battered old hotel-room desk, legs crossed, clad from head to toe in... was that a schoolgirl's outfit?

Merciful Goddess, it was.

Gojyo's long red hair was pulled up into two identical ponytails on either side of his head, tied off with two red ribbons twisted into sloppy bows. His white blouse with the Peter Pan collar was open nearly to the waist, the first three buttons undone, the bottom of the shirt front tied in a knot, exposing a tantalizing bit of lean, tanned abdomen. The pleated plaid skirt he was sporting barely covered the tops of his thighs, and was being pushed up even further by what lay beneath. Grey knee socks pushed down around his ankles. Black patent leather Mary Janes. Even a hint of liquid eyeliner and lip gloss, like a Catholic schoolgirl trying to see how much makeup she could get away with wearing before the nuns smacked her knuckles with a ruler for it.

And sucking on a - Good Lord, was that a lollipop? His lips, reddened by the cherry flavor from the sucker, working around its rounded head, an occasional hint of tongue swirling around it. He looked ridiculous. He looked uncomfortable. He looked utterly delectable.

It was a while before Hakkai could pick his jaw up off the floor enough to speak.

"G-gojyo... What on earth...?"

"Good evening, Cho-sensei," Gojyo purred, taking the lollipop out of his mouth to speak. "I'm here for our after-school conference."

"Is that a - did you - I -"

"I've been a very, very bad girl," Gojyo moaned, twirling a finger around one of his ponytails. "Don't you think bad girls ought to be disciplined?"

Hakkai bit his lip to keep from laughing. This was completely absurd. Gojyo in that outfit, saying those things to him, pretending Hakkai was his teacher, of all things. The rational part of his brain told him to tell Gojyo to stop this foolishness, to take off that ridiculous getup, to get down off the table before it fell out from under him. What came out instead was:

"Yes, Sha-kun. You have indeed been misbehaving a great deal lately."

Apparently the little head had decided to take over for the big one. Not that Gojyo seemed to mind, if the wicked little smile on his face was any indication. He'd won, the sneaky devil. He always had this effect on Hakkai, no matter how hard the latter tried to resist.

Well, that too would have to be punished, wouldn't it?

"Yes, Cho-sensei," Gojyo intoned in a mock-penitent voice, lowering his lashes demurely. "In fact, I've been misbehaving so much lately, I've forgotten all the bad, wicked, naughty things I've done. Perhaps you ought to remind me of them, sensei." He swung his legs playfully, then gave an involuntary wince as the action jostled his rapidly swelling erection. Spreading his legs just wide enough, he reached under the skirt and readjusted himself, giving Hakkai a glimpse of a pristine pair of white cotton panties.

Oh God.

Hakkai forced himself back into a semblance of self-control, and approached Gojyo slowly, fixing him with a cool, appraising stare.

"You were found smoking in the girls' room by one of the Sisters."

"Yes, that's true, sensei," Gojyo husked. "It really is a filthy, dirty, nasty habit."

"Your shirt is rumpled," Hakkai pointed out. "You ought to iron it properly before school. And it's supposed to be buttoned all the way up and tucked into your skirt. You know that perfectly well, Sha-kun."

"But senseeeeeei," Gojyo whined, "It gets so hot in the classroom, and I just-"

Hakkai fixed him with a steely glare. "Are you arguing with me, Sha-kun?"

"But-"

"Silence." Hakkai didn?t know whether to be amused or alarmed at how quickly he was getting into this. Or how aroused it was making him. It looked like Gojyo was getting pretty worked up as well, if his quickened breath and now rock-hard erection were any indication.

"Pull up your socks," Hakkai ordered, and Gojyo complied, a smoldering look in his red eyes. "I'll overlook the patent leather shoes for now, but really, Sha-kun, you ought to buy different ones. You don't want the boys looking up your skirt, do you?"

"No, of course not, sennnnnsei," Gojyo drawled, smiling around his lollipop. "Perish the thought."

Hakkai crooked an eyebrow. "Why don't I believe you when you say that?"

Gojyo's eyes widened in feigned innocence. "Why, sensei, I haven't the slightest idea. Don't I always tell the truth?"

"No," Hakkai replied sternly, "And that, I believe, is your gravest infraction thus far. You will definitely have to be punished. Now bend over that table and take down your..."

PantiespantieswhitecottonpantieswithabowonthefrontohGOD...

"...underthings."

There was an unmistakeable glint in Gojyo's eyes, but he adopted the facial expression of a kicked puppy. "Sensei doesn't trust me," he whined, carefully pulling down the panties until they were down around his ankles. "I'm so hurt."

Hakkai tried to reply, but was momentarily unable to do so. He was transfixed by the movement of those lean muscles under Gojyo's tan skin. The lean thighs. The glorious ass, so tempting it made his throat go dry. He adjusted himself as he took in the occasional flash of reddened, heavy balls between the thighs, the shadow of Gojyo's bobbing erection against the table.

"I'll-" Hakkai tried to rasp out a sentence, but had to swallow hard several times before his throat was moistened enough to speak. "I'll show you the meaning of 'hurt,' Sha-kun. Now lift that skirt."

Gojyo's handsome face was flushed with desire. "Wouldn't you prefer I take it off, sensei?? He brought one hand to his side and made as if to undo the garment, but Hakkai caught his hand and stilled it, with a bit more force than he had intended.

"No. Leave it on." Where had that commanding tone come from? He couldn't recall ever having been so... dominant with Gojyo. Not that the latter seemed to be complaining. With a lewd grin, the lanky redhead stretched his arms out on the desk - surreptitiously disposing of his lollipop when he thought his meticulous roommate wouldn't notice - and looked back at Hakkai expectantly, arching his hips up to emphasize his own desire.

His desire to get spanked. Oh God, oh-

Hakkai looked around for something to spank his lover with, and his eyes fell on the large ruler Gojyo had purchased earlier that day. He picked it up, hefted it in both hands, and took hold of it with one hand, the other resting gently on the small of Gojyo's back to keep him steady. He took a few practice swings, just to make sure - and to get Gojyo even more worked up, if that was possible by now. Then, just when the latter turned his head back towards the wall with a small sigh, Hakkai drew back his makeshift implement and brought it down with a resounding WHACK on Gojyo's backside.

Gojyo, for his part, could not hold back a small yelp, more of surprise than of pain. But Hakkai did not fail to note how the kappa eagerly arched back for more, panting heavily, sweat starting to bead on his skin. Hakkai brought the ruler down again, harder this time, and Gojyo bit his lip to keep from groaning aloud.

"You've been very bad, Sha-kun." WHACK. "Very bad indeed, have you not?" Another whack, leaving yet another thick pink stripe on Gojyo's skin.

"Yesss-" Gojyo hissed through his teeth, trying desperately to maintain his facade of a fearful, penitent schoolgirl. "Yes, sensei, I've been so very, very bad. But I - AH!" He cried out, unable to restrain himself, as Hakkai gave him a particularly hard whack. As opposed to a hard something else, which Hakkai was more and more convinced he'd have to give to Gojyo soon, or else risk the permanent loss of his sanity.

"But what, Sha-kun?"

"But I only... did it to..." Gojyo's speech was interrupted by Hakkai's whacks, which were coming harder and faster now, gradually turning his ass almost as red as his hair. "I... unnnh... only did it to... to..."

"To what?"

"To..." Gojyo gave a small gasp. "To get your attention... because... because..."

"Yes?"

Sweat streaking his face like tears, Gojyo moaned:

"Because, sensei, I... I've got a crush on you."

Hakkai was so blindsided by this admission that he almost dropped the ruler. He and Gojyo had had, or so he thought, a relationship based on mutual desire. Friendly and affectionate, to be sure, but ultimately purely physical. A weakness of the flesh, at least on Hakkai's part, he thought to himself.

But Gojyo - strong, confident Gojyo - Hakkai hadn't thought he'd needed anything more, much less wanted more. Could it - did he mean -

Then he really did drop the ruler, and, for a brief moment, the act. He ran a gentle hand over Gojyo's ass, moving in slow circles over the red marks he'd put there just a moment ago. On impulse, he leaned over and pushed some stray hairs away from the other man's neck, then leaned in even further to lick and kiss and nuzzle the salty sweat away.

Taking up his teacherly persona once again, he murmured in Gojyo's ear, "Well, Sha-kun, if I didn't know better, I'd say you've learned your lesson. That merits some form of reward, don't you think?"

"If you think I'm worthy, Cho-sensei."

"Well now, that depends on what you'd like, my dear pupil. Any requests?"

Gojyo turned his head and hissed into Hakkai's ear, also dropping the act for a moment:

"Fuck me. NOW."

Shaking with need by now, Hakkai fumbled with the fastenings of his jeans, fishing out his own aching erection. "Well, when you put it like that..."

"I do. Hurry up." Nothing but Gojyo now, all sin and debauchery and blatant, shameless need.

Hakkai fished a small vial out of his pocket, hurriedly poured a generous amount of the oil over his fingers, and prepared Gojyo as quickly as he could without hurting the man.

"Unh... ah, fuck... Hakkai, please..."

"Patience," Hakkai said breathlessly, "is a virtue." He reslicked his fingers with more oil, this time coating his own straining hardon with it, and positioned himself carefully at Gojyo's entrance, encouraging him to spread his legs a bit further.

Gojyo stepped obediently, if more than a bit impatiently, out of his panties, carelessly kicking them aside. He moved his feet a bit further apart from each other, just enough to give Hakkai some wiggle room.

It took all the restraint in Hakkai's body - and he had more than a bit to spare - to keep from plunging into Gojyo straightaway. As it was, the natural contractions of the taller man's flesh kept him from doing any damage, but all the same Hakkai had to bite his lip and squinch his eyes shut to keep from making a fool of himself. It wasn't until Gojyo wiggled his ass impatiently, eager to get his lover moving already, that Hakkai's body took control of the situation and started to do the thrusting for him.

The two of them were both so close, so mad for it, that it didn't take long until Hakkai had to fold the front of Gojyo's skirt over to keep his bony hips from getting bruised as the two of them banged repeatedly into the table. Involuntary grunts from the man bent over the increasingly rickety piece of furniture, sighs and the occasional high-pitched, strangled noise of restraint from Hakkai, who was currently gripping Gojyo's hips with both hands and plunging into him like there was no tomorrow.

"You like this," Hakkai panted. "Don't you? Tell me, please."

"Fuck... anhhh... you know I do, baby..."

"Enough," the monocled man gasped, "to keep from... doing it with... anyone... else... correct?"

"Shit yeah," Gojyo groaned. "That was the... oh fuck, yeah, do me harder... faster... that was the agreement."

"And what," Hakkai asked, gritting his teeth, "pray tell, was that?"

"That... ah... I can... f-fuck anyone else I want... woman or man... but - but -"

"But?"

"But no one else can... ah... fuck me... but... but you."

The truth was that in the course of their affair, Gojyo had found he preferred being taken by Hakkai to taking him. He didn't have to work as hard, and it felt so mind-blowingly good that it was more than worth what little effort he actually did have to put forth. He kept that thought to himself, though. Far more fun to let Hakkai think he'd coaxed Gojyo into going beyond his own limitations. Besides, all of tonight - the note, the costume, the whole nine yards - had been his idea, so he was still the one in control, whether he was fucking or getting fucked.

Not that he let Hakkai in on that secret, either.

"And why," Hakkai demanded, "is that... may I... ask?"

"Because you... AH!" Gojyo wailed, following a particularly vigorous thrust, "Because no one else could... ever... feel so gooooooood..."

"How good? Tell me, if... you please..."

"So, so good... so hot, and, and... thick, and h-hard... and, and-"

"And?"

Gojyo whipped his head around, locking eyes with Hakkai, and growled:

"And MINE."

This was such a shock to Hakkai that he forgot himself entirely and came on the spot, his hips convulsing reflexively, over and over again, as he emptied himself deep within Gojyo's body. It was only when he was pulsing out the last few thin streams of come that it occurred to him to help Gojyo out of his current predicament as well. As such, he groped blindly between his lover and the desk until he found Gojyo's reddened, engorged prick, and jerked it frantically, almost violently, until Gojyo came with a loud, protracted groan, shooting his load so hard that it splashed back against his belly and balls and cock and Hakkai's hand and the skirt and oh SHIT it was dribbling down his thighs, all hot and sticky and pearly white, tracing slow rivulets down the front of the desk, and then Hakkai could move no more and collapsed on top of Gojyo, sweat mingling with sweat, breathing hard and almost painfully, mouthing words voicelessly into the back of Gojyo's neck that made the latter smile through his post-coital haze.

When the two of them could think again, Hakkai slowly disengaged himself from Gojyo, frowning slightly at the mess, and set about cleaning both of them off. He couldn't bring himself to be anything but gentle with the lanky, gorgeous man in his arms who complied weakly with every indication to move or shift his limbs, never losing the lazy yet still enormous grin on his face.

"My, my," Hakkai laughed. "That was certainly... different, wasn't it?"

Gojyo snorted. "That's putting it mildly." He started to smooth out his skirt and rebutton his blouse, not caring if the buttons weren't properly aligned with their respective holes. "More to the point: did you like it?"

Hakkai smiled, kissed Gojyo on the nose, and brushed a few sweaty strands of hair from his face. "Well, it wasn't exactly what I'd been expecting. But given the... well, outcome, I'd have to say it was... a highly enjoyable experience." He began to refasten his own clothing, mindful of his still slightly oversensitive flesh.

"Good to know," said Gojyo, grinning even wider, which Hakkai hadn't thought possible. "Maybe next time we can try a few bright ideas of yours, huh?"

Hakkai laughed mildly, giving the table a few final wipes before tucking his handkerchief carefully into his jeans pocket; he'd have to wash them both tomorrow, he knew. "Well, I don't know that my ideas can necessarily compare to yours, but I'll see what I can do." He buttoned the top button of Gojyo's blouse, then gave him an affectionate pat on the cheek. "Now, you'd best change and get to bed soon, and I'll do a bit more cleaning up and then join you, eh? We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Don't remind me," Gojyo said, rolling his eyes, which made Hakkai snicker again. He leaned in to kiss Hakkai gently on the lips, then drew back, winked at him, and started to get ready to hit the hay.

A bit later that evening, Hakkai would drift off to sleep wondering what that wink was about. Gojyo didn't have any plans to explain, but went soundly to his own world of dreams with the same broad grin still plastered on his face. For he knew, even though Hakkai didn't think he knew, exactly what the man had been mouthing voicelessly into the small hairs on the back of his neck:

"Love you, love you, love you..."

I win, Gojyo thought to himself, and closed his eyes.