Gojyo had his own ideas about how Goku had gotten out of that mountain he'd been trapped in; he'd snored at the thing until it crumbled. The damn monk had probably just saved him from the rubble.

And sure, perhaps the pillow he'd thrown at the sleeping monkey hadn't been the lightest of tosses, but did he really deserve this? He was surprised that Goku hadn't slept through it.

"You red cockroach!"

"Stupid monkey!"

"Why don't you use those damn antennae and go find another place to sleep?"

"Why don't you follow the bottomless pit you call a stomach? Maybe someone will let you eat their mattress!"

"You're the one with the problem!"

"My problem is you!"

He certainly didn't deserve it. After being rejected from what would have been - undeniably - a better bed companion, he felt he had earned a break. Better bed companion. Gojyo snorted. She would have been a great lay, and that was that. Legs a mile long, waist a perfect 24, bust happily double that and it was a wonder she could stand up at all but he thought she'd look better lying down anyway - "Fuck!" he yelled as a swung pillow hit him in the face. He blinked stinging tears back from his eyes and was on his feet in a heartbeat. "Damn ape! I'm going to kill you!"

Goku tossed back a "pervert!" for good measure before scrambling towards the door to the hallway, t-shirt askew and one sock missing. His hair was, if possible, sticking up further than usual showing off almost all of the gold limiter around his brow. "I'm going to tell Sanzo!"

Fuck. It was becoming quite an essential part of his vocabulary. Judging by how little light filtered in from around the drawn blinds, he'd say it was still well into the middle of the night. Hakkai would smile about being woken up, but he knew one priest with an itchy trigger finger who wouldn't.

He lunged at the smaller boy, managing to hook onto him before he fell to his face on the floor. He blinked at the grain beneath his nose. Goku was still standing. Not moving. And, completely silent. Gojyo raised his eyes enough to look forward and see the waistband of crumpled sleeping shorts in his grip, puddled around Goku's ankles.

After that things happened pretty fast. More curses thrown, most from the monkey since Gojyo was laughing too hard at the blush on the boy's face to do more than stumble in the direction that Goku pushed him. Too late did his tearing eyes clear to find a wood door closing in his face and the lock clicking home.

"Goku!" he yelled, pounding once on the door. "You stupid monkey!" Two more pounds before he realized that all he was doing was shortening his own life. There was no answer from in his room; Goku was probably already asleep. He turned a wary eye to the door across from his, listening for the sound of a gun cocking.

Crimson eyes widened and he turned his body completely towards the other room. No, not a gun cocking. But were he a betting man, he'd say that something else was getting ready to be discharged. He raised an eyebrow, curled his lips into a smile, and tugged his long hair back into a sloppy ponytail before creeping across the dimly lit hallway. Wouldn't you know it - he just happened to be a betting man. And if those little broken gasps were coming from a woman, he'd be a monkey's uncle.

"Fuck me," he whispered incredulously to no one but the hallway. It only took a moment before the shock was slipping from his face and a wide smile was curving his mouth upward, moving the two scars that tracked his cheek. It would be so fun antagonizing those two. Perhaps even blackmailing. He had a nice image of himself sitting in Jeep's passenger seat while Sanzo was crushed in the back with the idiot primate. The thought alone was enough to widen his grin further. He figured he could do two things: creep away and drop subtle, embarrassing hints in the morning or catch them in the act and then drop subtle, embarrassing hints in the morning. The first might earn him nothing if Hakkai and Sanzo denied everything, and the latter might earn him a bullet to the head for proving his theory. What pushed the decision was the incentive that he may get to see Sanzo taken completely off-guard. What would the monk look like flushed with desire?

Gojyo lifted his eyes to the rusty number 3 hanging on the door of the shared room. It wasn't that he wanted to know. If he wanted to see blonde hair mussed with sweat, sticking to pale skin - he swallowed and scratched the back of his head - he could find a blonde woman. They were rare, most fake, but they were around.

If he wanted to make the most of this, he'd have to let the pair know they'd been good and caught in the act. He'd regret the shock he'd cause Hakkai, but he knew that in the end the youkai would just smile. Hell, he may just smile from the beginning. It was one of the things he liked best about Hakkai. He was yielding - allowed for other's shortcomings, as it were. And surely Gojyo's weakness for mischief was a shortcoming, wasn't it?

He wasn't surprised to find the door locked. Aside from what was going on in that room, there was always the threat of a surprise attack from one of Gyumao's Moron Teams. He hardly had to touch the handle to know its status and the noise from behind the wood never ceased. Reaching a hand into the back pocket of his pants he pulled out his lucky card. Eight of spades. Hadn't let him down yet. The card was yellowing, torn and ragged at some edges. But not too soft yet to get the job done, oh no.

Holding onto the door handle with a light touch, the card in his other hand was slid between the door and the frame and then worked downward with the greatest of care. After an excruciating moment he felt that familiar resistance and pushed just a little harder. It gave way and with a smile, Gojyo slipped the door open.

It was much what he'd been expecting, but that didn't mean he was prepared for what he found. He figured Sanzo'd be on top. The monk wouldn't have been able to give in and the let that control be taken from him. He was gleefully surprised to find the bouzu didn't fuck with his gun in one hand.

Like the other rooms in the inn, this one had only one bed pushed across the room lengthwise under the window. To accommodate two a separate pallet had to be brought in. The futon at the foot of this particular bed was still made. If you didn't count the clothes thrown across it making puddles of green and cream and black in the glow from the moon.

It was only after walking in did he really think about the potential wrath he was calling down on his head. He found himself very, very lucky. They were on the bed, Hakkai sitting against the wall, Sanzo kneeling between his spread legs. Gojyo didn't have a clean shot of the youkai, which was probably better. It was really Sanzo he wanted to erk by doing this. But then, seeing Sanzo's jean covered ass in his direction... He knew he'd almost certainly be dead now if he had walked in and found that second moon bare. Lucky, indeed.

The door creaked when it opened. Which was just as well, he supposed. It saved him from directly having to announce his presence. Sanzo's head snapped around, violet eyes almost black in the dimness - or was that because they were so dilated in lust? - first dazed, narrowed fast. Gojyo was very nearly disappointed by the speed with which the monk composed himself. The red-head crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the now closed door. Hakkai's green eyes stood out in the silver-pale room easily, wanton without the glass of the monocle to hide behind. There was no surprise in that gaze. Only - he thought - perhaps disappointment? At being interrupted? It had been Hakkai who was naked, pulling a sheet languidly over his lap now as Sanzo turned and reached for the bedside table. It had obviously been Hakkai who was getting the payoff for Sanzo strengthening his hand muscles pulling that trigger all the time.

But gods bless Hakkai; the bullet went wide.

Gojyo heard the soft "maa, maa," from the more prone of the two men on the bed. Sanzo looked ready to pop a vein. "You god damned pervert half-breed," he hissed. The red-head arched an eyebrow. Sanzo was so mad he couldn't even yell. Or maybe he was holding back because of the slender hand on his gun wrist. "I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You." Each word a declaration of hate unto itself. Gojyo stifled the laugh but couldn't hold back the smile. Oh, he had Sanzo right where he wanted him.

"You should really keep it down, you know. The monkey could overhear. Wouldn't want the monkey to know-"

The next bullet was a little closer and he heard the wood wall splinter somewhere to his left. Sanzo was bristling; Gojyo marked the grinding of his teeth all the way across the room.

Hakkai pulled himself from the wall and leaned toward Sanzo. The hand on the monk's wrist pushed downward, lowering the barrel of the gun. He whispered something in Sanzo's ear and Gojyo's eyes widened at a hint of pink that slipped from between his lips to flick at the lobe.

He lost the next few seconds just replaying that over and over in his mind. As such, he nearly jumped out of his skin as fingers brushed down his cheek. Nearly. Only a tight rein on his reflexes and a startled pulse were the reactions given. Or had his pulse already been that fast? He turned his gaze to Hakkai who was now standing next to him, fingers withdrawn to his side as if they'd never touched him at all and that little smile on his face. Hakkai, naked from the waist up, holding the sheet draped over his hips with one hand. But it wasn't his chest that made him truly appear naked, it was the face without monocle and headband.

"Gojyo," he said quietly. His normally smooth voice was low, marred by lingering lust. Gojyo dropped his eyes briefly and found that even though he'd interrupted, he hadn't killed the mood of one of the participants. He took a step forward from the door to come closer to Hakkai so that his next words wouldn't carry.

"I didn't particularly want to get you involved, Hakkai," he said softly, unpleased to find his voice almost an echo of the smaller man's.

"Just to blackmail Sanzo, ne?"

The green eyes on his took him in calmly when he paused for a moment and then nodded. He didn't like that calm. The calm was planning something. So he shifted his gaze back to Sanzo. The monk sat on the edge of the bed, one hand gripping the mattress and one still on his gun. Dark eyes stared out of that pale face.

"Gojyo," the soft husky voice at his side said. The red-head, eyes matching Sanzo's, didn't turn. But the smirk on his face was quickly lost when a gentle but unyielding hand grabbed his chin and turned his head to press soft lips against his mouth.

He thought he fell backward. Maybe it was the floor moving under him. Maybe it was his legs giving way. But then, he was still kissing Hakkai. No - Hakkai was kissing him. He had fallen backward after all. The hard wood of the door was against his back.

There was "hard wood" pressed against the front of his thigh, too.

Then the kiss broke and Gojyo pulled away, stumbling to the side and into the nearby door side table, nearly upsetting the small vase there. It rocked for a moment and then righted itself. His red eyes were large with shock for only a moment before he got, at least, physical control of himself. Hakkai had kissed him! He found it difficult to remain composed when he was looking at those green eyes. So he turned to purple ones. The smirk now adorning the monk's face more than helped to sober him. "I don't swing that way," he snapped, more harshly then he'd intended. Hakkai just laughed quietly and leaned against the door with a shoulder, still holding onto the sheet around him. Those goddamn eyes! Gojyo only realized then that he'd turned back to Hakkai. He swallowed thickly and tried to smirk. "Come on, Hakkai, you know me. I'm a ladies' man."

Sanzo snorted from the bed and Gojyo resisted turning and walking over to strangle the man. But apparently Sanzo was letting Hakkai handle the situation, because he didn't comment further. "Is that so?" the youkai asked, looking entirely too patient and too good humored and far too touchable...fuck. "I know that you appreciate pleasure," he pointed out, now an entirely too knowing look in his eyes.

Gojyo looked at Sanzo then. The monk's eyes were on him without fail and a small smile was on his face. Gojyo stepped out further toward the middle of the room, deliberately putting Hakkai to his back. He didn't want to have to look at him; it stirred something all too familiar in his gut. "What're you gonna give me, you shitty monk?" He was just stalling now, trying to get back on track. "My silence doesn't come cheap."

The answer wasn't what he expected. "I think it will." Sanzo stood then, leaving his gun on the bedside table once again, and walked toward him. And even though the revolver was left on the behind, Gojyo stepped backward. Stepped away from the slow sway of those jean clad hips. It was dangerously seductive and it drudged up longing and contempt in Gojyo at the same time. It made him think what good handholds those hips would be to fuck Sanzo into the ground with - if the man weren't so fucking regal, so cold. Even now. He was a rock, dead set on getting his way. If Sanzo thought he was going to give into this... idiocy, then he was sorely mista-

Hakkai's hand slipped around him and he realized that he'd backed himself right into the man behind him. Fingers without hesitation found his nipples through his cotton tank top and Gojyo hissed, arching his back unconsciously. "Fuck," he whispered.

By then Sanzo had reached them and leaned in, a hand steady on either side of Hakkai's shoulder against the door. "I think it will be very cheap indeed, kappa."

Hakkai clucked his tongue as the words brought Gojyo back from the mental stupor the hands had lulled him into. He stayed settled back against Hakkai but hot red eyes turned to the monk. "Try again, bouzu. I'm not a whore."

"Could have fooled me."

Gojyo's face screwed up in anger at the insult and he sputtered in indignation. The nerve of him - he who was supposed to be a celibate and worldly monk who drank and smoked and fucked other men! "You son of a- " But he didn't get much further before Sanzo's lips were on him, stopping the flow of his words. Where Hakkai's mouth had been soft, Sanzo's pressed against his lips as if trying to claim him - or bruise him. He tasted like coffee and cigarettes - not entirely unpleasant. But Gojyo got his bottom lip and bit down, just hard enough to warn him.

Sanzo pulled away with a murderous look but frankly, Gojyo didn't care. If he was going to be part of this game, he was the one who was going to be screwing Sanzo, not the other way around. And seeing how that would never happen -

There was a soft, mediating sigh near his ear and the look on Sanzo's face tightened before relaxing. Gojyo would have wondered about the change except that Hakkai's hands were on him again and it took all his concentration to not let his eyes close. His fingers were like a light snowfall, touches barely there before they were barely somewhere else, dusting across the exposed skin of his arms and slipping under the hem on his shirt to get at the skin of his stomach. Sanzo was still close to him, but Gojyo merely kept an eye on him as he panted under Hakkai's hands, his head rocking to almost fall back to Hakkai's shoulder before stopping himself.

When those skilled fingers found his nipple without the cloth between them he bit his lip to keep from vocalizing the burn growing in his gut and rounded on Hakkai to press his lips to the soft smile on the youkai's mouth. Both of Hakkai's hands came up around his neck and it was only then that Gojyo realized that to be using both of his hands, the shorter man must have taken them from the sheet at his waist...

This time, when his hands slid down over the uninterrupted skin of Hakkai's hips, he did groan. Hakkai took it in the kiss and gave it back to him, arching against him, closing the distance between their bodies. Everything was Hakkai in that moment. He had this slender, smooth man in his arms and pressing against him, their tongues dueling softly.

He didn't know how long the monk had been kissing the back of his neck before he realized it. He broke the heady kiss for a moment to reach backward, find the side of Sanzo's head and push it harshly away. He didn't need any over-controlling, over-dominant asshole like Sanzo anywhere near his backside.

Thwack.

Gojyo cried out in shock more than pain and spun away from Hakkai to nail the monk and his fan with his most death-worthy glare. "What the fuck?!" he yelled. Where in the hell did that damn fan come from?

A small sigh slipped from the man behind him as Sanzo glared right back. "You touch me like that again and next time it will be the gun."

How did Hakkai do it? The monk was a sadist, that was clear. Why did Hakkai give into that? He sneered at Sanzo and was thinking of a good retort to snap back, other than his normal 'shitty monk.' He was a shitty monk, but at this point in time Gojyo was also thinking that he was a pretty shitty human being, too. The fact that he coerced Hakkai into this - Hakkai, who was so soft and yielding and happily obedient...

He turned an eye back to the brunette. Hakkai was standing against the door where he'd left him, just looking at the two, unphased. Gojyo's gaze wandered down the lean body against his will - green eyes, scarred stomach, obvious need. Naked. Naked and uncaring. Well, there was confidence draped about him that was close enough to a layer of clothing it was so thick. Sanzo stepped forward and Gojyo turned back to him, putting himself squarely between the blonde and his partner. Sanzo quirked an eyebrow. "What are you doing, kappa?"

Gojyo didn't rightly know. He was listening more now to the heat seeping through his body than his brain or his common sense. "Hakkai shouldn't have to put up with you."

The pale face before him darkened like a pending thunderstorm. "Oh?" he said quietly.

"You don't know how to give in," Gojyo said, standing firm. "You're selfish."

"And you're not?"

Teeth grit and Gojyo was surprised to find that it was him. How'd he gone from denying he was gay to trying to take Sanzo's place in a few short moments? And gods knew he wasn't entirely straight, but it wasn't something that he flaunted. He blamed Hakkai's lips completely. Just as he opened his mouth to retort Hakkai was at his side, clever fingers on the skin of his arm and sliding down to hold loosely onto his wrist. Gojyo just smiled at the monk even though the purple gaze wasn't on him. "Shall we let him show us, Sanzo?" Hakkai asked. "Show us how he can do better than you?"

Gojyo blinked. Sanzo's jaw clenched only for a moment. Hakkai or not, he was surprised that Sanzo hadn't lashed out at that remark. Then the monk crossed his arms over a bare chest and turned his face to the side. "Fine."

That one word was enough to tilt Gojyo's world far enough that he didn't even protest as he was led over to the bed by Hakkai. He just watched Sanzo, who in turn moved his gaze back to hold the red eyes before him. There was something there, something that wasn't threatening, wasn't sadistic - he would have said smug. But then Hakkai was pulling him down to the bed and he was forced to turn toward the warm body that was positioned underneath him. Sanzo's face was lost then. He caught himself, one leg off the bed, one knee between Hakkai's legs and his hands to either side of the smiling face.

Whatever had started quietly before - the slowly circulating heat in his veins - sprang to life with the quickened beating of his heart. Hakkai was naked, spread beneath him, obviously willing, waiting... He had started to lean down when the sound of a chair scraping across the floor turned his head. Sanzo had claimed a seat at the small table near the bed, turning it to the pair. Purple eyes were on them as he settled with his arms over his chest.

Gojyo started to back off Hakkai but was stopped by strong, wiry arms around his back. "It's alright," the soft voice assured as he stared at Sanzo staring back at him. "He is mine, after all."

That got his attention. Red eyes turned downward, strands of matching hair falling to make a red cage around the face below him. Hakkai winked like it may have been a joke, but there was no response from the monk. Gojyo would have asked but Hakkai's lips were coming up to his then along with his body. Gojyo came down instead, but either way had the same outcome: their bodies closed the distance between them. He moved back fully onto the bed and Hakkai moved with him without ever breaking their lips. Fingers traced designs over his back and seemed to light fire in their paths even through the cotton of his shirt. He kissed Hakkai with reserve, aware of the watching eyes. But he didn't get a soft response. Instead, Hakkai's hip ground upward and pressed his erection against the hardness that Gojyo only now realized had appeared on himself .

How long had it been, now? When had he come into this room in order to blackmail a monk? It was that long ago that Hakkai had most likely been so close to getting off, and he'd had to wait. That thought might have been motivation behind Gojyo deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue through soft lips to find Hakkai's and drawing softly on the thick muscle. It certainly wasn't because his own erection was already painfully hard.

Fingers slid under the hem of his shirt and pulled upward, bunching the material at the top of his chest until Gojyo broke the kiss in order to allow the shirt to be pulled off and thrown to join the other clothes on the floor. Then his mouth fell to Hakkai's skin, kissing a trail up his jaw and down that expanse of pale neck. Hakkai sighed and turned his head, opening himself to the lips, tongue and teeth. Gojyo thought that he tasted like sin. There was salt, musk and jasmine on the brunette's skin and he sucked at it, causing Hakkai to writhe and lift his hips. Gojyo's hands slid over collarbones and down his chest to pluck softly at nipples that hardened under his touch. Then they moved further down and his lips followed their trail. Across a tight stomach and lingering for a moment on the smoothness of the only thing that marred Hakkai's beautiful skin. He kissed the scar with the most tender of care before slipping further down.

There was a small cry that went straight to the place between his legs as his tongue flicked over the top of Hakkai's cock, tasting the liquid that was far more salty than the youkai's skin. One of his hands tended to the heavy sack further down and won another moan from the body beneath him. Hakkai's hands slipped from his back as he moved down. Slender hands that he'd only ever seen focus energy in attempt to protect now were clutching at the bed sheets. Gojyo took Hakkai into his mouth, sucking softly on the head. The brunette arched toward his mouth and he took more of the length in. When his ass came off the bed, Gojyo slid his hand from Hakkai's sack backward, one long finger finding the tight entrance between soft cheeks and sinking into it. He wasn't surprised that it was already slicked.

Hakkai gave a sharp moan and sank down onto the finger, toward the bed. The red-head gasped in response to the erotic display. He twisted his finger and was rewarded with another moan. Sucking gently, his tongue cupped the underside of that hot flesh as he worked.

"Sanzo."

The name - the way it was spoken; Gojyo pulled a deep breath through his nose. It was pure desire and heady want. At first Gojyo thought that Hakkai had moaned his lover's name in pleasure and pulled from the tended member in order to reply but his attention was caught by the rising monk. It was clear that Sanzo had been enjoying the little show; the front of his jeans looked uncomfortably tight. And now he advanced on the pair, crawling onto the bed and dropping his head to claim Hakkai's lips.

Gojyo watched and chose, for the moment, to remain silent. Hakkai had called him. He curled the finger inside Hakkai, searching for that special place and smiled when the youkai gasped, his mouth breaking from Sanzo's as his eyes opened wide and his back arched with tightened muscles. Sanzo turned to look at the red-head, still leaning over Hakkai. Gojyo just smiled.

"Gojyo," Hakkai said, and the kappa's attention turned back to the man spread on the bed. His voice was broken with lust but his green eyes were clear. "Kiss Sanzo." For a moment, all ministrations to the brunette stopped and Gojyo just stared at him. There was a small sound, perhaps a whimper, and then, "please." He shifted his gaze to Sanzo.

Finally, grudgingly, he sat up completely back to his heels and pulled his finger from Hakkai. "Come here."

Sanzo merely sniffed. The monk and the half-breed looked at each other across the naked demon on he bed. It was quite clear to Gojyo that neither were going to give. He would not move to Sanzo.

Hakkai's hand raised lethargically, his eyes hooded once again. His fingers swept over Sanzo's jean-covered knee and settled on his thigh. It drew purple eyes away from Gojyo and downward. There was a moment of still silence. The bed shifted as Sanzo moved then, leaning to his hands to crawl the few spaces to the red-head.

It was sinful. That motion must have been against everything that a normal Sanzo would have stood for. Gojyo couldn't do much more than watch, thick lust rising between his legs if he could just keep his gaze away from those violet eyes that screamed defiance at the task his body was undertaking. Who the hell knew the monk could look like that? Lithe body moving, graceful, a caged animal stalking the edges of its boundary.

Suddenly even though it was Sanzo giving in and coming to him, it was Gojyo who felt like the prey. He swallowed a lump in his throat as Sanzo stopped before him on all fours and looked up. The lump didn't go away. It impeded his breathing. Everything about Sanzo's body cried submission but everything in those eyes said that to treat him that way was to die early. What could he do to walk a line down the middle? What a fine line it must be.

One arm was reached down and the long-fingered hand cupped Sanzo's neck gently. The face would have been too coddling, the shoulder too dominating. Sanzo didn't make a move. Gojyo closed his eyes and exerted the finest amount of pressure against the skin he was holding. Felt it give. His eyes opened; Sanzo was moving to his knees under Gojyo's hand to match the half-breed's position. He could hear Hakkai's thick breathing as he watched. "Sanzo," Gojyo said in a whisper, feeling the need to break the building tension somehow.

"Shut up."

Gojyo's eyes narrowed. His fingers tightened on the neck they held. "Don't play that, Monk. Right now, you wouldn't stand a chance if I got angry."

Amused, cold purple eyes met his with the utmost calm. "You forget that you only have this 'right now' because I let you."

Fuck. Damn monk. He let go of Sanzo's neck and used that hand to throw out a push that should have caught the monk on the chest. But Sanzo apparently had other ideas. He turned his body to the side and the lazy thrust passed him. Using the opening, Sanzo slid closer and wrapped his arms around Gojyo as he pressed his mouth to the red-head's.

Crimson eyes opened wide and for a moment his hand pressed at Sanzo's shoulder in order to push him away. But the mouth against his was hot and insistent and Hakkai's gasp was like a spike to his groin. He pressed against Sanzo; the man was all hips and strung muscles and shoulders, but he supposed that he wasn't much better. His own arms circled down and curling fingers dug into Sanzo's ass to press him closer. There was a soft grunt in answer. The monk's erection was a hot hardness next to his own and his head reeled. Even though his body was doing the aggressing in this situation, he was being kissed more than he was kissing. Sanzo's lips seared him, the hot only hotter knowing the cold eyes he'd find if he opened his own to look.

There was another small sound from Hakkai then as Gojyo moved in reflex more than conscious thought. His hands slid back to Sanzo's waist and found the catch on his jeans. The button and zipper were undone in a space of seconds and then he was pushing the rough material down, careful of the straining member that rocked back slightly from Sanzo's stomach as the jeans peeled away.

Of course the monk didn't wear underwear. He shouldn't have figured differently. How could he fit anything under those skin tight pants anyway? Had Gojyo the inclination to die, or even just the will to pull away from that tight embrace, he would have asked Sanzo if that chaffed.

Jeans pooled around knees, Gojyo's hands returned to the monk's bare ass and pulled him close again. Sanzo made a displeased sound and brought his own hands to the chest before him to push away. "Your pants, you damn cockroach," he hissed. ,P> His belt, more accurately. Probably had hurt when Sanzo was pressed against it. He tried to find the power to look abashed and just couldn't bring himself to do it. Released from that mouth, Gojyo panted lightly and turned to look at Hakkai.

Red eyes widened and Sanzo, who was about to open his mouth to kill the mood further, remained silent and turned his own gaze to the youkai . Gojyo felt the monk's reaction in the small compulsive forward jerk of his hips. Hakkai had one hand wrapped around his own cock, his strokes down the shaft long and slow. His other hand rested lightly on his chest, thumb and index finger pinching at a hardened nipple.

They both reached for him at the same time. Sanzo growled softly. "Get your own, Kappa."

Gojyo sneered. "I was invited."

Hakkai's eyes opened, dark verdant flashing in the dimness of the room. His breath was shallow through parted lips. "Did I tell you to stop?" he asked. The words were soft, underscored by a light laugh and a hint of steel that made the question more of a command to continue. Sanzo merely grunted and turned to sit on the edge of the bed in order to kick off his pants, adding blue to the lake of colors already on the floor. Gojyo didn't listen to Hakkai and as Sanzo put his back to the two he advanced on the prone form, crawling over the other man, a knee pressed lightly to Hakkai's balls. Green eyes narrowed as a soft breath was inhaled. "Gojyo," he admonished lightly.

"Sorry, Hakkai," he said softly, eyes gleaming. "It's hard to keep my hands off such a pretty sight, especially when it's lying naked in bed." To prove his point, one of his hands slid up Hakkai's side and his finger found the nipple that was untended, running a slow circle around it until it hardened.

A sharp tug on the back waist of his pants pulled him backward and almost off the bed completely. He cursed and grabbed at the bed sheet, turning a hot glare to Sanzo, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to Hakkai. One hand now wrapped in the back of Gojyo's pants. "What the fuck, Sanzo?"

The monk turned impassive eyes from the room to look at Gojyo. The red-head took a brief second to wonder how he could possibly still look that cool with the obviousness of his desire hard and upright between his legs. "Don't be a whore."

Gojyo sputtered, his hands clenching and unclenching in the sheet. "How is what I was doing - !"

"You pressed when he didn't want you to. Makes you worse than a whore."

Lust was quickly being replaced by rage. He was going to throttle the monk or cut his head off. He smirked. The Smith & Wesson was a few feet away. He pulled his arm back, ready to call his Shakujou. He'd just scare him a little.

A soft hand wrapping around his wrist made him stop. Sanzo just stared at him - he had to have known what Gojyo was going to do and hadn't moved. As if he knew Hakkai would intervene. "If you can't even hold your temper," Sanzo said, voice monotone, "how can you control anything else?" The faintest trace of a smile. "I guess you're probably a minute man." There was an unpleased 'tsk' from Hakkai.

It was the proverbial last straw. Gojyo tensed his muscles and swung forward with all his might, intent to pull his arm away from Hakkai and punch Sanzo in the face. He didn't mind the insults - sticks and stones and the rest. But he couldn't tolerate his libido being bruised. So he wrenched his arm around. He would get more satisfaction out of feeling Sanzo's lip split under his hand, anyway.

He blinked. The moon-silvered white ceiling stared back.

Hakkai was bent over him and then sensations came back, a soft hand on his wrist and another on his bare chest. He flicked his eyes to the edge of the bed and Sanzo was still there, not even looking. Hakkai smiled. "I'm sorry, Gojyo," he said, eyes crinkling in the expression and his head tilting far enough that some dark hair covered his weak eye.

"Fuck," Gojyo exhaled, and then took an breath that felt like he was just pulling in air after drowning. Hakkai had... hit him? He'd forgotten how strong the youkai was. Red eyes met green and for a brief moment the green was the unyielding pair - the dominant gaze. Then that feeling sank away and it was just Hakkai again. A hand lifted from his wrist and was stroked down Gojyo's cheek, down the pair of scars there. Gojyo closed his eyes, breathing deeply and almost liking the touch even though it traced the lines of bad memories.

He opened his eyes as his belt was undone. Sanzo was leaning over him, hands at his waist. Gojyo growled softly and started to raise his leg in order to kick the monk in the chest to get him away. But the loose belt allowed Hakkai to slip his free hand down his stomach and into his pants and curl a hand around his cock.

Gojyo arched up with a gasp that was almost painful. He didn't even realize that the motion allowed Sanzo to pull down his pants. His sight whited out for a moment under the intense pleasure racking through his body and he couldn't breathe. "Minute man," came the far away scoff. Hardly interested in that low voice, but the prod to his libido helped him - distantly - keep that hot coil in his gut in check. The hand and its searing heat left his cock and the pleasure faded with it. Gojyo dropped to the mattress, gasping, eyes closed. He couldn't care that his pants - including red silk boxers - were pulled over his feet. The only noise in the room was the pounding of his pulse. What the hell had happened?

He opened red eyes that were almost black the pupils were dilated so far and centered them after a moment of trouble on Hakkai. Looking for an explanation. The youkai smiled. "Just a little chi," he said and Gojyo groaned and closed his eyes again. Low murmurs came from the two, words that in his state he didn't even care about. A shifting of the bed under weight. There was a soft sigh that sounded too deep to be Hakkai but couldn't have possibly been Sanzo - it was too contented a noise.

The last of the numbing pleasure sunk away and Gojyo opened his eyes. It was an odd feeling; he was spent, but he hadn't come - he was as hard as ever. And very ready to get Hakkai back for his interesting little trick. He'd make the youkai writhe.

Turning his eyes, he focused them on the other two. Sanzo was standing at the edge of the bed, Hakkai kneeling up on the mattress to meet him. Naked bodies pressed together tightly, hips moving and washing silver waves of moon over their pale flesh. Hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Hakkai's head was dropped back, dark hair falling out in a lazy halo to reveal his face. Eyes closed, lips parted. Sanzo was bent over him, pale hair almost fading into the skin of Hakkai's neck that his mouth was closed on. Gojyo groaned softly as the sight and rolled to his side in order to gain his hands and knees and push himself upright. His movements didn't bother the joined two.

Covering the small distance between where he was and Hakkai was, Gojyo put his hands on the youkai's hips from behind and pressed the length of them together. Hakkai gasped softly and rocked his hips backward which caused Gojyo to echo his sound. Without his mouth leaving the skin it tended, purple eyes opened and flashed up at Gojyo. When Gojyo smirked, he could have sworn that Sanzo smirked back. But what did the damn monk have to smirk about? He pushed himself back against Hakkai, rolling his hips to move the length of his cock through the cleft in the man's ass. Hakkai sighed and let his head drop back onto Gojyo's shoulder, putting Sanzo's head under his chin. Soft hair tickled under his jaw. It smelled like smoke and sun and Gojyo was almost remiss when it moved away. He watched as Sanzo made a wet path down Hakkai's neck, across a collarbone, and then down to a nipple. Hakkai arched under the touch.

Gojyo watched, for the moment content. It was a shame that the monk had such a crappy disposition; he was very pretty. And the two of them together... it was not a bad sight at all. As long as Sanzo kept his mouth shut and his vile tongue to himself. Or at least used it for things other than speaking.

Warm hands reached back to press against the front of his hips and his breath caught in his throat when they slid down, framing the root of his member. Thin, strong fingers caressed him as they slid with agonizing slowness up his shaft. He didn't really care whose fingers they were. His eyes closed, enjoying the touch. When the warmth multiplied, sent shocks of pleasure through his groin, he knew it was Hakkai. He dropped his hands from the youkai's hip to reach behind to the bed to support himself while he rocked his hips up into that blissful touch. Not the blinding surge it had been before, and he was thankful. He didn't know if he could take it again and not give in.

He thought he felt Hakkai move away. But the touch - his eyes stayed closed and he pumped his hips up slowly into the waiting hand. Then it was gone, only to be replaced by something damp and almost as hot. His eyes fluttered open and his heart caught in his throat.

Sanzo's mouth was around him.

Those damning purple eyes were closed, blonde hair falling over his forehead and mixing with his eyelashes as he slid up and down the shaft his mouth covered. He was leaning over, hands to either side of Gojyo's legs and one knee on the bed.

Gojyo was in shock. Pleasant shock. His mouth must have been hanging open because one of Hakkai's fingers put pressure to the bottom of his jaw and helped him to lift it back into place. The youkai's breath was hot in his ear. "Beautiful, ne?" he whispered. Then he shifted, moving behind Gojyo before leaning over his shoulder to whisper into his other ear. "And so talented when he wants to be." Gojyo could only nod, heart pounding as he watched that golden head, felt that mouth - normally so vile - abuse him so wonderfully.

When Hakkai's body against his asked him to move forward he did without complaint, shifting forward and pulling his legs from under him. He sat on the edge of the bed; Sanzo having moved back with Gojyo and never broken his mouth from its duty in order to kneel before him. Eyes hooded, Gojyo watched the monk, feeling that pressure between his legs grow. The warm hands tracing patterns on his back were a secondary concern.

Secondary until a slick pressure demanded entrance to him. He gasped, his eyes opening wide when it was slid inside with no hesitancy or warning. He tried to move forward, if just on principle - for now there was no pain - but found himself trapped against Sanzo's insistent mouth. "Hakkai-" he choked out, bending awkwardly, trying to reach around to grab at the man's arm, only to have his own wrists pinned by the man whose head was still obediently bobbing. Just as they were that finger deep inside of him flicked down and he yelled out something unintelligible and dropped forward, almost crushing Sanzo's head in his sag. Pleasure blossomed through his body and stained the corners of his sight as Hakkai added more pressure to that spot. He thought the mouth on him was motionless but didn't know, couldn't be concerned. His breath came thick and fast through parted lips.

The finger withdrew. He panted, trying to pull his muscles into order to sit him upright. Sanzo had pulled away completely and was kneeling before him, looking up with those eyes, close enough still that he could feel hot breath against his cock. Sanzo's eyes weren't cold anymore. Dilated and dark, he looked up with a fervour that Gojyo placed somewhere between lust and jealously. Jealous? Of submitting?

But there was no time because then Hakkai was pressing in again, this time the obstruction a little larger. He rocked his hips, welcoming the burning stretch before he realized what he was doing. Hoping that pleasure would be found again. Wanting it.

His face was pulled down between strong hands, leaning him forward as his mouth was taken by smoky lips. The fingers inside him sunk in further and he gave a small cry into that mouth instead of kissing back right away. But Sanzo's rough mouth drew a response from him, his nips and sucking claiming some of the focus away from the pressure inside of him. But as those fingers worked, scissoring and twisting gently, every now and then they'd brush against that special place and Gojyo would give a soft gasp that Sanzo would take without question.

When the fingers withdrew this time, Gojyo gave a choked whimper that shamed him enough to flush his cheeks. Sanzo's mouth didn't let go of his and no one saw it. But Gojyo felt it. He reached up and wove fingers roughly through the blonde hair, pressing his lips against Sanzo's cruelly. The monk made a discouraging sound in the back of his throat and moved his own hand to wrap around Gojyo's cock in order to give it the same rough treatment.

If Sanzo's hand had been the all of it, it would have been fine. But during that moment when his attention wavered, Hakkai - who he hadn't even realized had been absent from his backside - pressed something else to him. Something much larger, broader, than just two fingers. Gojyo didn't understand in time, he was too wrapped up in trying to dominate Sanzo to think straight, before that hot, slick cock was sinking into him.

Sanzo was forgotten as he arched up with a strangled cry, only succeeding in impaling himself further on that intruding member. The monk hissed as he was pulled to the side by his hair under a hand unconscious of its movements. The pain was, for a moment, intense. Hakkai's cock parted clenched muscles unmercifully and it was all Gojyo would do not to yell as he was left with no choice - given his own position and weight - then to sink down onto it. His body worked with little avail to reject that thick muscle inside of him. He panted harshly as he finally settled around Hakkai, ass to hips.

The man inside him did not move, just let Gojyo settle, let the severe pressure dull. Sanzo took advantage of the moment and reached up to free his hair from the half-breed's grip. Gojyo parted his eyes just so to mark him as harsh breath was sucked in and let out. Sanzo met his eyes briefly before he bent over once again and ran a hot tongue up the falling organ before him. Gojyo shivered and voiced a small gasp as he was taken in again to that talented mouth. He was pinned between being filled and filling, that thought in his mind as Hakkai started to move. Gojyo arched, only succeeding in thrusting forward into that damp cavern. The pleasure caused by the act dropped him back instinctively and he pierced himself on that filling stiffness. He cried out softly then, unable to do anything else.

One of Hakkai's arms wrapped around his chest, clever fingers reaching to play with a nipple as he whispered low, soft, soothing nothings hotly into Gojyo's ear. The youkai's voice calmed him, as it always did, and he felt his stiff body relaxing bit by bit. Accepting that throbbing heat inside him, molding to it as it pushed into him with short, slow strokes.

Finding his eyes again, Gojyo opened them to find Sanzo's head bobbing softly in front of him. Moving easily against the rhythm Hakkai was setting behind him. And just to the side he could see though a thin curtain of red hair two pale hands, fingers interlocked. At the sight of that gentle touch a thousand questions came to Gojyo's mind, but all went unanswered. He just raised his head. He understood now.

The pleasure started to outweigh the discomfort and he found himself shifting, tucking a leg up onto the bed so that he could move against Hakkai, pushing that organ deeper into him. Moaning as the change in angle brought the cock against the spot inside him that made him shudder. Very quickly, it all became too much. Rocking between the two points of pleasure that had him caught firmly between, the string in his gut snapped taught and he cried out loudly into the room, silent before except for the rushed breath and heavy moans. He came in a trembling rush, settling down deeply onto Hakkai even as the orgasm told him to press up into the hot mouth holding him. When his muscles finally unclenched he did, thrusting up into the soft back of the swallowing throat. Distantly, he heard Hakkai gasp, thought he felt the man rise to match his own downward movement. Then heavy breath hot in his ear echoed a hot diffusion inside of him.

Spent, Gojyo was too numbed with the memories of the pleasure to protest when Hakkai pulled from him carefully and guided him to lay down on the bed. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Hakkai used the hand still threaded through Sanzo's to help pull the blonde onto the bed at Gojyo's feet. He was aware of the warm trickle of liquid slipping from him and a vaguely empty feeling.

Sanzo sat on the bed, his back against the wall, untended erection hard and flushed with blood. Hakkai, his own passion satisfied, kneeled - bent - before him. He pressed the man's legs apart, running his hands up the inside of his thighs and making a direct route to cup a heavy sack in one hand and wrap around the thick base of Sanzo's cock with the other. The blonde moaned heavily and let his eyes close.

The red-head watched, still dazed with pleasure, but seeing none the less. He saw, now, the faint glow around the hand holding Sanzo. Saw Sanzo shudder and jerk his hips upward. He saw how gently Hakkai touched Sanzo; how he moved with the monk as if he already knew how Sanzo would respond. He saw how Sanzo didn't try to dominate Hakkai, only rested a hand on the other's shoulder, his fingers curling to pull soft paths over the skin of the brunette's shoulder blade.

He understood. The relationship between them. He saw it. He was mildly surprised at it, truth be told. The level of communication was something that he couldn't grasp right away. Precisely why he'd been played so easily by them.

Gojyo smiled to himself and let his eyes close, blocking out the sight of Sanzo rising his hips from the mattress but nonetheless enjoying the soft choked cry of Hakkai's name.

They both had understood him better than he had them. At least, them together. Maybe in this case, the whole did equal the sum of its parts.

He felt the bed shift under weight and pulled his eyes open. There was no one on this side of the bed anymore, so he made himself turn. He found Hakkai sitting on the edge of the bed and Sanzo already half way across the room, his robe on and dropped to his waist. Gojyo noticed, dimly, that Hakkai was wearing plain white briefs. He smiled and was rewarded with an echo of the look on Hakkai's face, who had turned to look at him when he'd moved.

"Are you going to clean up, Gojyo?"

Gojyo shook his head as best he could. "Tomorrow morning."

"Sanzo is going to want to leave early."

"I know." There was a pause then; red and green eyes met and held. Finally, Gojyo chuckled. "Perhaps we shouldn't tell the monkey about this."

Hakkai laughed softly, his eyes crinkling. "That's probably for the best."