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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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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.

Once again, Sanzo was forgotten in lieu of the man between Hakkai's legs. Hell, everything was forgotten, save for the red-eyed man not so slowly pushing him closer to the edge.

Each breath was a soft pant now as the muscles of his body tightened, so close... so close, but even as his body tensed, the hands stayed gentle; no more than a ghost of a touch.

Are you watching, Sanzo? You know you are. You can pretend all you want, but you're watching. How could you resist? Just look at the expression on Hakkai's face. Look at how open he looks, how... how yearning. Like something out of an art gallery, isn't he? And the sounds he makes!

You can pretend it's not getting you hard, Sanzo, but you're fooling nobody.

It was so true. Try as he might to meditate and ignore this, those violet eyes of his kept opening to look over at what the other two were doing. Sanzo would deny it to the end of time but there was a stirring between his legs, a hardening that he couldn't ignore. Not that it stopped him from trying.

Sighing, he pulled his eyes away yet again, swearing under his breath. It really shouldn't be this hard to ignore it.

Sanzo had no idea what he was missing with his rampant denial. There was freedom to be had in the moment, and it was one of the few times that anyone would truly be able to see someone like Hakkai completely open and honest without saying a word.

Hands shaking and eye squeezed closed, Hakkai gasped out a soft warning... a denial. He's far too close and wanting the moment to last.

Oh fuck, Hakkai. Always so goddamn contrary.

Letting go of his own dick (which bobbed huge and red against his belly -- are you looking, Sanzo? Are you jealous?), Gojyo caught Hakkai by both hips and pulled himself up, sucking Hakkai down as far as he could without choking.

...What? Just because they were only doing this to get out of the locked room didn't mean it didn't have to be good. And while Gojyo still didn't care for giving hummers, he couldn't help but think, as his tongue worked Hakkai's head, that he might have gotten used to it.