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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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"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.

The silence and door slamming, he was expecting. What he hadn't expected was the question. Glancing back at Gojyo, he shrugged faintly before looking back at the wall... or the closet... or anything else he could find to look at.

"... I really don't know. It was a suggestion to save at least one of us a little discomfort. Nothing more."

Nothing more. Right. ...But if it didn't work, then they'd have to bring in Sanzo, and Gojyo honestly wasn't sure that the monk would allow it. He might just shoot them for trying it, and even if he didn't... they had to try and protect him from this, didn't they.

"Right."

Stabbing out his cigarette (hey, at least he used the ashtray that time), Gojyo came over and, with a frown that might have been an apology, knelt in front of Hakkai.

"But we have t'try."

For a long moment, the wall held Hakkai's gaze before he slowly looked down at Gojyo. Of anything, he most wanted to reach out and smooth away that frown, because it really had no business on his face. In Hakkai's mind, Gojyo was suited to smug smiles and smirking at someone's expense... not what he'd helped put on that well known face.

In silence, he watched Gojyo before he nodded, and oddly enough, he managed a crooked smile... something strangely real in its hesitance.

".... I agree."

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.

There was no way he could keep from reaching for him. It was just natural to touch his hair or stroke his cheek, right?

... then why did his hand freeze an inch away from his hair?

".... Gojyo, I should be the one to do that. I..."

Was that hand to shove him away, or pull him closer? Gojyo couldn't tell.

"No," he said, shaking his head. Carefully he unzipped Hakkai's fly, hesitating only a moment before easing the other man's dick out. Make it a nice long shower, Sanzo. "No, this one I owe you."

When Gojyo didn't swat his hand away, he slowly let it continue on until a his fingers slid along crimson strands. He was staring down at him as if he couldn't quite believe he was really there, kneeling before him.

"Why? You don't owe me anything. I... deserved what happened."

The hand in his hair was making it really difficult to remember that this was just for their escape, and not... not anything else.

"I'm not gonna argue about it with you!" he growled, rising up on his knees and wrapping his hand firmly around Hakkai's cock. "Just lemme do this, I need to do this."

He would never be very good at giving blowjob, and he would never enjoy them, but a hot mouth and a flicking tongue went a long way just by themselves. Gojyo kept his eyes cast down once he began, unable to watch Hakkai watching him.

Hakkai's fingers twitched at the first touch of damp heat to the skin of his cock. Of course his body responded. Why wouldn't it? Gojyo's touch had always brought pleasure before today-

Before he could actively think on why it wasn't a good idea, he closed his eye, groaning under his breath as he carefully stroked shaking fingers along that soft hair.

He didn't take it slow. There was no reason to take it slow. They were doing this to see if the door would open, that was all. It wasn't one last fuck, or anything stupid like that. It was just because they had to. That was all it was.

But god Hakkai's hand felt nice. Gojyo kept finding himself leaning into that gentle touch, eyes drifting shut, and fuck, maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all.

With his eyes closed, it was all too easy to pretend things weren't broken between them. Not with both hands sliding through Gojyo's hair as if they belonged there. Not with the way his heart thumped a little harder with each motion he made to lean into his hands.

Gasping, he let his head drop back to rest along the back of the chair, legs spreading a bit as he gently slumped down a bit more.

And Gojyo took advantage of his new position to swallow him down even further. It wasn't easy -- it wouldn't have been easy with a skinny little dick, and Hakkai's was neither -- but love was supposed to hurt, right?

His jaw ached, his neck ached, and even his tongue was getting sore by the time Gojyo reached down and unzipped himself, palming his erection with a sigh. His senses were full of Hakkai, and he couldn't resist glancing up at Hakkai's face.

Even with the bruises, he was still so fucking pretty.

He finished the shower and turned off the water. Sanzo had no idea what they were doing out there and wasn't sure he wanted to know. But he had to go out there eventually. Sighing, he pulled on robes, his shirt, and made sure the arm bands were secure after getting dried off. Going out in a towel wasn't an option.

And what a sight he walked in on. Gojyo with his face buried in Hakkai's lap, hand between his legs. Hakkai enjoying the feel of it.

There was something...attractive about it. That thought alone made his eyes widen slightly before he pointedly shut the door to the bathroom loudly. Just what the hell did they think they were doing?

Besides getting the door open.

In the back of his mind, he heard the door closing, but looking over at the source of the noise was far too much for Hakkai to do right then. his attention was firmly locked on the feel of Gojyo's scorching heat wrapped around his cock. He could feel those crimson eyes on him and more than anything, it made him want to squirm closer... to beg for more.

To his shame, a soft whimper of need crossed his swollen lips and his cheeks flushed as he realized the sound really did come from him.

Gojyo, on the other hand, knew exactly what that sound was. And while he might not have much interest in Sanzo's bony ass, there was something about the thought of Sanzo watching, or even just listening, that was really kinda hot.

He wasn't going to think too much about that. But he was going to start humming around the head of Hakkai's cock, jerking himself a little faster, and a little more loudly.

Sanzo stared a moment longer before he moved closer, eyes narrowed. Somehow he managed to glare at them and not actually look directly at them. Temptation told him to join in. Pure stubbornness argued that temptation was stupid.

"Enough of this." Because apparently that would actually work in his mind.

There was a mere flicker of green before Hakkai closed his good eye again, intent on enjoying the moment while he could. If Sanzo wanted to argue about this, then he could wait. Personally, Hakkai thought he could use a little loosening up, but wouldn't dare suggest that to him even on a good day.

Groaning under his breath, he shifted again, absently pressing closer to that maddening pleasure as he moved a hand to stroke Gojyo's still perfect cheek in silent gratitude for not stopping...

Stop? There was no fucking way he was stopping. If Sanzo couldn't figure out that they were trying to spare him from having to get naked, then Gojyo sure as hell wasn't going to take the time to explain.

Besides. He'd already stopped on Hakkai once. It would be beyond fucked up if he pulled the same stunt twice.

His own orgasm was building (his traitor dick had missed Hakkai, it seemed), but Gojyo slowed his hand until the mounting pressure subsided. He wasn't actually trying to draw the moment out, of course not. He was just being considerate and waiting for Hakkai to finish first. Really.

Glaring at them both, Sanzo debated trying to stop them again before he came to the conclusion that he had better battles he could pick. Walking away, he went to the far side of the room and sat down while he lit up a cigarette.

Then he was closing his eyes and trying to meditate in order to pretend like this wasn't happening in the same room he was in.