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When Gojyo wakes up, he's back in his room.

It would have been so easy to dismiss the memory as a dream, and god, he would really like to. But the physical evidence is clear: the scratches on his chest are faint and nearly healed, but the ring of nail marks around the base of his cock will itch for another two days at least.

Not a dream, then.

He showers and dresses on automatic, chaining through a never-ending series of cigarettes (fresh, they're always fresh: the only thing that doesn't reset every night is him) until the room is lost in a cloud of acrid gray smoke.

He's never felt so betrayed. Love is supposed to hurt -- Mom taught him that -- but he never expected it to hurt like this. He's always known Hakkai would leave him one day. The people he cares about always leave him, that's just a given, like the sun rising. But to torture him first, until he broke and begged... that he can't forgive. Gojyo doesn't have much in the way of pride, but there are some things a man can't let go unpunished.

Hakkai is somewhere in this hotel, and Gojyo's going to find him. Now.

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Bring it on. He dodges bullets -- chi balls are slow as bubbles in comparison. ...And okay, sure, the second one scorched him a bit, but no real damage done.

At least, not to his skin. Hakkai's words aren't words that can be taken back, and Gojyo, unthinking, lashes out in reply.

"I guess you'd know all about whores, after fuckin' your s--"

It was easy enough to hear two idiots fighting from a distance. Frowning, Sanzo moved closer and closer until he was right there watching them try to kill each other.

Raising his gun he fired two warning shots.

That just happened to barely miss both of their faces.

"Oi. Shut up."

There was a moment where everything went still in Hakkai's mind, but it was soon washed away in red rage. Snarling, he moves to reach for the limiters in his ear when the air between them is split by two shots...

Green eyes blazing, he turns that murderous gaze on the intruder and right then, the only difference between him and the demon inside is the still human skin he's wearing.

He's only too aware of how close he just came to dying. Breathing hard, Gojyo leans back against the nearest bookcase and runs a shaking and blood-stained hand through his hair.

"Sanzo," he greets the monk, as though it hasn't been months since they've seen each other, as though Sanzo didn't just stop Gojyo's best friend from ripping him apart. "What kept ya?"

Ignoring that question, he narrowed his eyes as he looked between the two of them. Anyone who came in here could tell these two had been fighting.

"What is going on here?" Sanzo eyed Hakkai for a moment before looking at Gojyo. The look said that this had better be good.

Hakkai spares another heated look to Gojyo and his nonchalance. Fingers better suited to healing linger over those well worn metal clips before he slowly allows his hand to drop. Scowling, he steps over the pile of discarded books and starts for the door.

"It's none of your business, Sanzo."

Gojyo doesn't look at Hakkai. Not once. And the familiar cocky grin he favors Sanzo with is worn around the edges.

"We were just clearin' somethin' up," he drawls, carefully tapping a cigarette out of his battered pack. "Nothin' for you t'worry about, Sanzo-sama."

"It looked like idiots killing each other."

Still standing in the doorway, Sanzo refused to actually move away. He was just fine standing right here. He was the one allowed to nearly kill them. Shit like this was unacceptable.

"Looks aren't everything."

As hot as his blood is running, he knows Sanzo doesn't deserve his ire, but that doesn't keep him from crowding his personal space in an effort to get him away from the door.

"Speak for yourself." Gojyo tosses his hair back like a shampoo model, then stands, stretches, and gestures to Sanzo... all without once looking in Hakkai's direction.

"Come on, Sanzo. I'll buy you a drink an' you tell me where th'hell you've been." The burn on his arm from Hakkai's chi-blast itches something fierce, and Gojyo rubs at it unconsciously.

When Sanzo wanted to make a nuisance of himself, he could be a master at it. Which was why he currently was making a very good door. Hakkai was taller but Sanzo wasn't planning on moving.

"You both need to be put out of my misery." He aimed the gun at Gojyo. "Stop rubbing it, you idiot kappa."

For a moment, Hakkai wanted to go tend the injury he'd caused, but the words Sanzo had interrupted made that urge fade quickly. He waited patiently... for a few more seconds before laying his hands on Sanzo's arm to move him.

Hakkai is laying hands on Sanzo.

Hakkai is going to die.

Gojyo's attention flicks back and forth between Sanzo's gun and the place where Hakkai's hands hold Sanzo's arm. "Sanzo!" he calls, a bit too loudly. "Why don't you get out of his way and then we can talk about that drink you owe me."

Because fuck, as much as he was ready to punch Hakkai's face off a minute ago, the last thing he wants is to see a bullet hole between those pretty green eyes.

As soon as those hands touched him, Sanzo was no longer paying attention to Gojyo. Naturally, that loud voice was ignored on top of it in favor of him glaring at Hakkai.

"Hands off."

Or he'd shoot him was the unspoken finisher for that.

It really would be so simple, wouldn't it?

Those long fingers clench a little tighter on his arm, as if daring him. In some way, he was.

"Sanzo. Please. Move."

All right, fine. If neither of them would listen to reason, then he'd resort to being an asshole.

"You got a please, Cherry-chan," Gojyo laughs, putting just a little too much emphasis on the cherry. "Think that counts as begging, or should he be on his knees?"

It was like there was a vein that was going to explode on his forehead. One of them trying to get him to move and the other calling him...

"One more word out of either of you and I put bullets up your asses."

Even Hakkai's patience had a limit and he'd reached his. Growling under his breath, he shoved Sanzo and this time, he hadn't bothered to hold back.

"I said move."

Fuck.

"Hakkai, you fucking idiot!" he yells, dropping his cigarette and lunging forward. "Don't shoot him!" He wraps his arms around Hakkai's chest, pulling him back away from the irate monk.

"He's just havin' a bad day, and it's my fault. Don't shoot him."

Stumbling back, Sanzo quickly made sure to regain his balance. His hand twitched like he would aim it at Hakkai but he didn't actually move it that far.

"What crap did you pull, Gojyo? There had better be a good reason for him shoving me or I'm going to start shooting."

"Then shoot me."

His voice was barely audible and the swelling lip didn't help matters any. At first, he'd struggled when Gojyo had grabbed him, but for now he was still. Well, mostly. The stillness was deceptive. Each muscle in his body was tensed to the point that he was shaking.

"... I told you, didn't I Sanzo? My control here is... non-existent. Everyone would be safer if I was gone."

The words were hesitant, as if he were working them past a knot in his throat. As it was, his body- no, the demon just under his skin wanted to tear its way free so it could tear them apart. As it was, he was barely under control.

Gojyo's grip tightens to the point of discomfort, but he knows what that shaking means, and there's no way he's letting Hakkai loose.

And to his shame his body has very strong opinions about being pressed up this tightly against Hakkai's back, and those opinions are making themselves known down south. Maybe Hakkai's right. Maybe he is just a slut. But he's still not going to let his best friend die over a stupid fight that he started.

"Sanzo." He speaks slowly and clearly, so there's no mistaking his words. "If you shoot him, I will kill you. Put th'gun away."

"I already told him that I wasn't going to kill him, you damn kappa."

Putting the gun away, he moved forward to grab Hakkai's shirt, ignoring how Gojyo was hanging onto him. Sanzo just wanted to punch him but he even resisted on doing that.

"I told you I wouldn't kill you just because you want to die."

"Then you're a fool."

He was still shaking with tension as Sanzo moved closer, but oddly enough, he wasn't upright so much as leaning back against Gojyo's solid weight. They might be at odds, but seeking even that tiny bit of instinctive comfort was something that went beyond bone deep.

"You're both fools."

"You're only figurin' this out now?" He means to sound wry, but there's a thread of gentleness there too. His grip on Hakkai shifts, becoming less restraint and more of a hold... although still more than enough to keep him in place should he decide to crazily attack Sanzo again.

"Sanzo. Your room nearby?"