I've never brought another man home, Gojyo had wanted to say. I'm not interested in men. Only you. I kiss women... and you. I hold women... and you. I've listened to your heart beating while you slept. I've had your cock in my mouth. I've fucked you, sober, when there were women I could have taken to bed instead.

The kiss shifted, from devouring passion to a gentler (but no less deep) exploration of Hakkai's mouth. Once again Gojyo took his time learning the taste of him, hands tentative on his sides and back tracing over the oh-so-familiar lines of muscle and scar and bone.

I don't like men. Only you. I don't fuck men. Only you. And Sanzo, that one time. With women it's just sex. With you... I don't know what this is.

But it feels right.