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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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Rather than answering, Sanzo opened the door to his room, letting out a large puff of smoke as he did. Hell, it looked bigger to him. And still too luxurious for his tastes. It was rather disgusting really.

"Here."

So apparently he wasn't the best judge for whether they needed a new room or not.

Hakkai didn't even really bother to look as he quietly excused himself and brushed past the two of them. It wasn't a case of bad manners. All he wanted right then was to clean up and do what he could to treat his face. The room really was larger, but he barely even glanced at it.

It was a huge room! The bed itself was more than big enough for two (hell, you could probably fit three there comfortably), with more than enough room to put one or two bodies on the floor and still move around. There was even a decent-sized table over by the window, with a couple chairs, and the glimpse he got of the bathroom before Hakkai vanished into it looked plenty roomy, too.

Yeah, he could live here.

"You've been holdin' out on me, Sanzo!" Gojyo cackled, flopping onto the bed (boots and all). "Flip ya for th'bed."

Sanzo was just shrugging his robe down around his waist when he saw what Gojyo was doing. Forgetting all about Hakkai for the time being, he grabbed a large fan and brought it over to smack the redhead with it.

"Get off before I kill you."

That was his bed, damn it.

No matter how some things changed, so many stayed the same.

Hakkai half listened to the others in the other room as he leaned in to check out just how bad he looked in the mirror before he started to clean himself up. From what he could tell, the bathroom was a good deal larger as well, which was a good thing as it seemed they'd be sharing it... unless Gojyo didn't get off the bed.

"Ow! ...Asshole." Grumbling, Gojyo scooted off the bed, rubbing his head where Sanzo had thwapped it. "What th'fuck is your problem?"

"It's my bed." And just like that, Sanzo sat on it so he could pointedly ignore Gojyo and tap some of the ashes from his cigarette into the ashtray nearby.

Besides, he was convinced it was easier to avoid the sex issue if they weren't allowed on the bed. How he'd convinced himself of this was a mystery but that was how he was dealing with the hotel.

It took Hakkai a few minutes to get his face and hands cleaned up, but once he had it done, he stepped back out into the other room and spared a quick glance over at the two men before going to call for more bedding to once again be delivered.

"Not if I'm sleepin' in it, it's not!" Gojyo refused to let the issue drop, chainsmoking the entire time.

"It's big enough for all three of us an' you know it. ...You should at least share with Hakkai! He's fuckin' wounded! You're not gonna make a wounded guy sleep on th'floor, are ya?"

Sanzo slowly turned his head to look at Gojyo. Then he stayed silent for quite awhile after that.

"Are you angry enough to think he deserved his injuries or do you care so much that you want his injuries treated? Pick one."

Wisely, Hakkai remained silent. In fact, all he did was move to sit in one of the nearby chairs as his gaze found the nearby wall. It had to be the most fascinating thing in the whole room.

Gojyo glared at Sanzo, glancing now and then at Hakkai from the corner of his eye. The answer was both, but how to say that?

"This was a terrible fucking idea," he said at last, stomping out the door. At least, that was the plan. But the door -- and the hotel -- apparently had other ideas. It didn't budge.

"Oh fuck you, no!"

Sanzo watched Gojyo stomp to the door before he went to get up to head to the bathroom. He wanted a sho...

What did that kappa just say?

"Excuse me?"

That was the last thing Hakkai wanted to hear. Slowly, he turned to look over at the door, as well as the incensed redhead, but he couldn't keep the gaze on him for long.

... he couldn't do that. He just couldn't. Not now.

Gojyo had just as little interest in looking at Hakkai. He fixed his attention on Sanzo, and Sanzo alone.

"We're locked in." A wry shrug accompanied his deadpan explanation. "Who knows for how long."

Because Sanzo wouldn't, and Hakkai wouldn't. And that meant they were trapped.

Sanzo's solution to this was to grab his gun and walk up to the door and shoot the handle. Naturally it did nothing to help their situation but he really hadn't expected it to.

He remembered how this was supposed to work from explanations. If the door locked then sex would unlock it. Damn it...

"Then we really don't have much choice, do we?"

He let his gaze drift over to Sanzo when he heard the gunshot and for a moment, a wry smile teased at his lips. It was a fleeting thing, though, as he let his gaze look back towards the redhead he'd been trying so hard to avoid.

"Perhaps it'll work with just two... but knowing our luck, I doubt it."

"Fuck that."

No choice? No way, there was always a choice. Maybe the hotel wanted them to fuck for it's entertainment, but Gojyo wasn't okay with that. Not after what had happened with Hakkai. And Sanzo... Gojyo fixed the monk with a considering gaze. Sanzo would be more likely to shoot them both.

"We're not..." For the first time since their fight Gojyo looked at Hakkai, and really saw the swelling and bruises he'd caused. He'd done that. Had Hakkai really deserved it? "There's got t'be another way out."

"You didn't answer my question before, Gojyo."

Turning, he looked over at the redhead. Despite his irritation, he was surprisingly calm about the situation at hand. Right now, Sanzo wanted an answer to what he'd asked before Gojyo had tried to run.

"Did he deserve it or do you care enough to take care of Hakkai instead?"

"I deserved it, Sanzo. Please let it drop."

Of course he'd say he deserved it. Each time it had happened, he'd deserved it. Shaking his head, he got up and padded over towards Gojyo. Slowly, he reached out, but was careful to keep from touching him.

After all, he'd told him he'd had enough of his hands on him, yes?

"... please let me see where I hurt you."

He had deserved it. But for some reason, that knowledge wasn't doing anything to calm the guilt knotting Gojyo's stomach up.

He raised a hand to turn Hakkai away -- the burn was a nuisance, but it wasn't anything that needed healing -- and muttered a low "...It's fine," before lifting his chin and addressing Sanzo.

"I don't see how that's any of your business, Sanzo-sama. It's between him an' me, and it's over." The fight was over, they were over... everything. "Seems to me the only fuckin' you should be worried about is the fuckin' that's gonna open that door."

"You're both idiots."

Turning away, he went back to what he'd been doing before, going for that shower. It was a way of avoiding the fact that sex would have to happen in order for the door to open but he didn't give a damn about that.

Maybe it was just stubbornness but Sanzo was convinced he could fight this place off.

Hakkai watched Sanzo leave and for once in his life, he truly felt alone. Lips tight in a slight frown, he dropped the hand he'd been offering to Gojyo and headed back for the chair he'd claimed as his own.

Sanzo in the bathroom and Hakkai as far on the other side of the room as he could get. Well. This was turning out lovely.

Gojyo sucked through the remains of his cigarette and lit a second off the butt of the first, dragging through half of that one before he spoke. "You really think just two of us doin' it might open the door?"

Just so he could ignore whatever they were going to do in the other room, Sanzo kicked the door shut. It refused to actually lock but he could live with that. So he stripped down and went to turn on the water.

He really hated this place for shoving situations like this on him.