As much as he avoided Hakkai's gaze earlier, now Gojyo refused to let himself look away. He studied the swollen eye, the bruises, every little cut and scratch that he'd put there, memorizing the damage he'd done to his best friend's face.

And then, slowly, he turned his gaze to Hakkai's crotch. It was only fair, after all. It would be quicker, and not too messy, and he owed Hakkai -- he really did.

"Then lemme do this," he said at last, licking his lips so they wouldn't crack and reaching for Hakkai's fly.