That was the $64k question, wasn't it? What did he want? To not get turned into a thousand creepy versions of himself would be a good start. To go back to China and finish their mission -- he was supposed to die there, on the road, trying to save the world, not here. Not in the snow, in the cold.

He wanted Hakkai to stop looking like somebody was jumping on his grave, and for Sanzo to never have to be anywhere near a fuck-or-die room and for Goku to never find out where they'd been trapped and he wanted Dokugaku to live through the upcoming fight and he wanted all the pretty girls he'd met so far to ind nice boys to settle down with and he wanted Hakkai to never let go of his arm and he wanted those fingers elsewhere and he wanted to be able to touch Hakkai without it being the Hotel's fault and he wanted...

...he wanted...

Hakkai.

Wrapping his long fingers around the curve of Hakkai's hip, Gojyo rubbed the ball of his thumb just over the very edge of the bulge of Hakkai's dick. He'd let Schuldig fuck him (don't think about it, don't) and he'd turned Hakkai away. It was only fair that he offer Hakkai the same he'd given up to the mindreading asshole.

"Can I start with this?"