Title: The Right Way to Start Your Day
Author: NemKess
Fandom: Saiyuki
Characters/Pairing: Hakkai/Goku
Theme: #12- In a Good Mood
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mentions of sex, shonen ai, a few bad words

Disclaimer: Saiyuki is the property of Minekura Kazuya, TV Tokyo, TokyoPOP, ADV Films, and a few other people- none of which are me. No money was made in the writing of the following ficlet, no characters were harmed.

Notes: Written for info30kisses and just because I had to take a break from all the RPS I've been writing lately before everyone forgot I still write anime fanfic. This could have been better, but Gojyo really isn't my strongest character. Sorry!

Summary: Everyone's in a good mood. Except Sanzo, but you know... that'd take a miracle.

Hakkai was humming a sweet tune that Gojyo had never heard before. He was swaying gently to his own humming, almost as if he was dancing in his mind.

His smile was brighter than usual, too. The redhead would almost swear it was a real smile.

Which was impossible, of course, since Hakkai's smile was nothing more than a mask to cover up the emptiness inside. As his best friend, the half-breed knew that better than most. It had taken years for him to realize that whatever it was that Hakkai needed to heal his inner-wounds was something that he didn't have to offer.

And yet...

Gojyo watched his friend for a few more minutes as the dark haired man went about the business of ordering their breakfast and charming the innkeeper into forgiving Sanzo's grumpy rudeness. A tendril of sly suspicion flickered through his mind.

Finally he could take the suspense no more and he got up and sauntered over to join his friends at their table. "So, Hakkai" he began with a leer and no preamble. "If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you got laid last night."

Two pairs of eyes swung up to greet him. The purple were dark with homicide, something he'd grown used to over the course of the last few years. The green, though... Hakkai's eyes shone with a familiar hazy satisfaction and Gojyo knew his guess- however improbable it had seemed- was correct.

"Good morning, Gojyo. Sleep well?"

He laughed and waved the waitress over for some coffee. "Not as well as you, obviously."

"Perhaps not." Slim hands covered Hakkai's mouth, but Gojyo recognized the sated look in his eyes. At least someone had gotten some, he thought. His own efforts the night before had completely flopped and Sanzo couldn't get laid by a corpse.

Before he could comment, his friend's entire face lit up. The difference between the usual Hakkai mask of cheerfulness and this... Gojyo's breath caught.

"Morning guys!" The shortest of their number came bounding down the stairs and without any thought or hesitation of the stunned audience, went straight to Hakkai and lifted up on his tiptoes for a kiss.

Stunned wasn't strong enough a word, really.

"Good morning, Goku." The pair seemed completely oblivious to anything besides than each other.

The laughter bubbled out before he was even aware it was threatening.

Gojyo laughed so hard that only the timely arrival and quick reflexes of the waitress kept him from tumbling out of his chair. When he'd managed to gain enough control that the gut-ripping riffs were reduced to a simple unending chuckle, he realized that everyone in the dining room - including the previously oblivious love-birds - were staring at him like he'd lost his mind.

Perhaps he had.

"Thanks, miss." He offered the pretty waitress a saucy wink before standing and sauntering over to drop one arm around Hakkai's shoulders and the other around Goku's. "Congratulations. It's about fucking time. Now we just gotta get Mr. Stick-Up-His-Ass laid and this trip West just might be fun."

Not even the bullet that streaked through his hair at that statement was enough to take the smile off his face.

The End