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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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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?"

"This way."

It was the room he'd forced Hakkai to start sharing with him so he could keep an eye on him. Letting go of his shirt, Sanzo turned to head towards his room, fully expecting Gojyo to drag the other along with them.

Being back in that room really was the last thing he wanted. It wasn't from dislike of the company. It was more that he knew he was only there because Sanzo had decided he needed a babysitter. It had been different with Gojyo, when they were able to share space.

The moment Sanzo's back was turned, Hakkai's arms shuddered as if fighting the urge to go after him again. It might be barely restrained, but it just showed that while his control was scant, he did still have a little left.

"Ah yes, the room where I don't even have a bed. Perfect for the an animal, hm?"

Hakkai shuddered, and Gojyo's grip tightened. He didn't actually have any illusions that he could hold Hakkai back if he really wanted to be free, but if he wanted to be free that badly, then there would be nothing Gojyo could do to stop Sanzo from putting him down.

"You...?" Puzzled, he stared after Sanzo's retreating form. "You're livin' together?"

"You get the floor until you grow a pair to handle life."

Sanzo didn't even bother to deal with the redhead's confusion. It wasn't necessary and a waste of time. What he did say though was this. "The only animal allowed in my room is the monkey."

For the moment, the only thing keeping Hakkai's worn control intact was the contact with Gojyo. No matter what had been said, it still helped center him when everything around him seemed to be spinning. Of course, he still managed a low grumble of noise at Sanzo's little comment.

"Not exactly by choice..."

"...Okaaay." Does Gojyo seriously have to be the voice of reason here? Does everyone here understand how fucked up things have gotten when Sha Gojyo is the rational one?

"If you don't like sleepin' on the floor in his room... why don't you just go back to your own?"

"He's an idiot that needs a babysitter to keep him from pulling dumb shit."

Clearly that was a perfectly logical reason for forcing Hakkai to stay in his room. The fact that it had been brought on by the other trying to kill him was another story but he wasn't about to mention that.

"He threatened to shoot me."

Hakkai was slowly starting to relax in Gojyo's hold, but it hadn't stopped the fine tremors that still slid through his body.

".... are you alright, Gojyo?"

Hakkai's been doing a lot of that lately, that threatening to kill people thing. It's worrisome.

"Well, sorry Sanzo-sama, but we're a package deal. You get one dumbass, you get th'second one free." He quirked an eyebrow at Sanzo over Hakkai's shoulder.

"It'll be the best slumber party~!"

He didn't bother to answer Hakkai's question. Neither of them were all right... but they would be. They had to be.

Sanzo froze, looking like he'd choked on something.

What did he just...say...?

"Who said you could stay in my room?"

Huh?

Hakkai would be wide eyed if one wasn't already swollen closed thanks to Gojyo's impeccable aim. Shifting a bit in his arms, he craned his neck around to peer up at him, an eyebrow cocked.