Warnings for this chapter: Yaoi :D

A/N: I actually edited quite a bit on this one despite my initial preference of just posting it as is. I just couldn't do it. (-_-; )

When they reached town Sanzo got the customary two rooms with two beds, anticipating more assassins. Once he gave Hakkai the keys, the healer walked up the stairs with their bags. Sanzo watched him go. Gojyo got close behind the monk as he stood staring and said, "Oi," near enough to his ear that Sanzo almost jumped out of his skin.

Caught staring at the healer, Sanzo quickly looked away at something nearby and grunted in acknowledgment, trying to ignore his proximity.

"What'd you do to Hakkai?" the hanyou said.

Sanzo took a step away and half-turned, looking over his shoulder at Gojyo. "What?"

"I saw you two go off last night after your little argument, and ever since Hakkai has been really...weird. What'd you do to him?"

Sanzo faced forward again and walked toward the stairs. "Nothing."

Gojyo grunted as if he was suspicious but didn't press the issue. He followed the monk up the stairs, followed by shouts from Goku about hurrying. The monkey-boy chose to wait anxiously at the bottom of the stairs, staring at the doorway where the smells of food wafted.

The others didn't notice they'd left him behind. Sanzo walked up to one of their rooms and saw Hakkai, so he stood in the doorway, watching Hakkai sort and put the stuff away. Gojyo came up behind him and looked in the door after him. "Instead of standing there, why don't you help him out?" Gojyo grumbled in his ear. He was uncomfortably close again, so Sanzo moved into the room to get away from him. "Why don't you?" he grumbled back. Hakkai shook his head at their exchange but continued unpacking, and certainly didn't ask for help from either of them.

"Here are your bags, Sanzo, Gojyo. Your room is two doors down on the left. I'll take Goku to dinner while you put them away." His words startled Sanzo, and he said, as calmly as he could, "I thought we were rooming together."

"Oh. No, Goku complained that Gojyo played a prank on him and he doesn't want to room with him anymore." Gojyo snickered at the reminder, slinging his bag over his shoulder. When both men gave him disapproving looks, he said, "Hey, the monkey started it! You don't want to know what he did to me first!"

"Really, Gojyo, that's no reason to act like a child," Hakkai admonished. "This is the fifth time this has happened. Hmm, where is Goku?"

Sanzo felt his shoulders slumping. He thought he was going to get to room with Hakkai...and perhaps work out some of their "argument" further. If he complained, it would be suspicious. So instead he mentally cursed Hakkai's kindness as he carried his small bag to his room. He didn't want to face dinner, and certainly didn't want to sleep in the same room as the kappa. Whether Gojyo went out or stayed, he wouldn't be able to sleep. It would be worse if he came back drunk again, though, so he would have him stay. But that was just as bad, because Sanzo would be horny as fuck listening to Gojyo masturbate, like he almost always did at some point. It happened often enough that sometimes even thinking about rooming with the guy gave him a hard-on.

Despite how much he didn't want to, at Hakkai's request he did eat dinner with the others. Zoned out as he was, it seemed to happen quickly, like a routine. Afterward he went straight back to his room and sat in the crummy chair to read the paper and relax. When Gojyo came back to the room a few minutes later—presumably for his smokes—and made to leave again, Sanzo spoke up. "You're not allowed to go out. Stay in the room where I can keep an eye on you."

"Damn, since when do you get to boss me around like that?"

Sanzo looked over the newspaper and his glasses and intoned, "Since I became leader of this group a year ago."

Gojyo tch'd and slammed the door shut. He sat like a precocious child on the bed and pouted. This went on for a few minutes before Gojyo broke the silence.

"Now I won't be able to sleep," Gojyo whined.

Sanzo, who was trying to read, nonetheless waited for an explanation. When none was forthcoming, he put his paper down in his lap and took off his glasses, annoyed. He stared at the kappa, who appeared to be ignoring him. So he said, "...And why is that?"

Gojyo shifted on the bed and played with an unlit cigarette. "You know."

"...No, I don't."

Gojyo shrugged and put the cigarette in his mouth. He patted his pants for his lighter, but didn't find it, so he began rummaging in his backpack. Sanzo was curious to see what Gojyo was hinting at, so he waited patiently for Gojyo to find his lighter and light his cig before saying sarcastically, "Are you going to tell me how staying out all night helps with sleeping? If not, then stay quiet."

Gojyo looked at him like he was surprised he was still asking. "It's not that that helps, man."

"Then what is it?"

"Oi...What's with the 20 questions?"

"I thought you stayed out to chase tail."

Gojyo spoke carefully, like he wasn't sure if he should say what he said next. "Well, yeah... And that's why."

Sanzo raised an eyebrow. He gave up on reading and put his glasses and folded newspaper on the bedside table. "So, you fuck around to—?"

"You got it." Gojyo flicked his ashes on the floor and seemed uncomfortable with their discussion.

"Huh." That was interesting. He'd thought he was the only one with sleeping problems. Apparently Gojyo was a bit of an insomniac and used sex (and probably alcohol) to help him sleep. Perhaps Sanzo should have tried this method years ago.

...Please.

"Have you ever thought there might be better ways?"

"Oh, don't start," Gojyo interrupted, puffing on his cigarette. "I get enough of that from Hakkai."

"Tch." Sanzo wasn't completely convinced. Maybe he'd heard something from Hakkai, or he was trying to talk to Sanzo about why he wasn't sleeping, but in his own way. It wasn't like the kappa to be so indirect, however. Sanzo decided he didn't care. "Sucks to be you then, doesn't it?"

Gojyo scrubbed his face with his hand, but didn't say anything. He just sat there and smoked.

It was nighttime by now and they would hit the road early, so Sanzo began to get ready for bed. He stripped down to his jeans and shirt and laid down to seem like he was going to sleep. Gojyo got up and stood by the open window, smoking. When he was done, he also got into bed. Silence fell and Sanzo waited for sleep, but it didn't come.

After what felt like forever, he heard subtle movements from the other bed.

Sanzo squeezed his eyes shut harder. He was facing the wall, covers pulled over his shoulders. He could imagine, from having seeing Gojyo in the dim light of a hotel room before, the barely moving yet rhythmic form. The hissing breath barely audible in the quiet room. The eventual release that had the bed creaking, the gasp that followed.

Sanzo reached down and touched his arousal slowly and carefully so as not to draw attention to himself. He stroked through his jeans, but it was more frustrating than pleasurable. There was no way he'd find release like this. He let the sounds from the other bed drive him higher rather than his hand.

Suddenly they stopped, and Gojyo shifted. "Sanzo?"

Shit.

He stayed as still as he could, wondering what had tipped Gojyo off.

"I know you're fucking awake, listening to me jack off, you damn gay monk. Just own up to it."

Sanzo sighed and rolled over. "It's impossible not to hear you, Gojyo."

"I knew it! You're fucking gay!"

Sanzo glared at him, though he could hardly see anything in the dim light. "Fuck you, pervert. Don't push your hopes and dreams onto me."

"Well, then," Gojyo sputtered. "Give me some clue you're still awake so I can jack off in peace without you listening!"

"You want privacy? Then don't bother getting into Jeep tomorrow."

"Whatever, holy-shit monk. I know you liked listening to it, otherwise you would have done something to stop me."

"I simply chose to ignore you."

"God! You are such a prick!"

Sanzo grumbled to himself and tried to get comfortable in bed. "Go to hell and die so I can sleep."

"Like I can with you fucking listening to me!"

Despite what he said he stayed still, and there was silence again. After a few minutes, Gojyo spoke up, sounding nervous. "So uh, why can't you sleep again?"

"…"

"Oh c'mon! I told you why I can't! I haven't even told Hakkai that shit! The least you could do is tell me so we're even."

Sanzo wasn't sure what to say. Usually it was because he was so tired all he felt was his body aching, and then thoughts and memories would get stuck in his head. Sometimes it was because he'd ignore his needs during the day, so they would haunt him at night. The consistent insomnia was caused by many different things, but that's not what Gojyo was asking. The truth didn't matter. So he chose to mess with him.

"Same problem as you," he said bluntly, smirking, though he didn't think Gojyo could see. His face still burned at saying something like that, though. Gojyo whistled low and quietly and said, "Wow, so Cherry-chan does get urges!"

"Shut up and die." It didn't seem Gojyo realized he was joking.

"Aww, but Sanzo, 'it's a natural thing. Nothing to be ashamed of.'" The imitation of Hakkai was almost perfect, and Sanzo was so surprised he was about to laugh. Instead he made a weird grunt sound and then hissed, "Shut up! And stop eavesdropping on people!" He wondered at the fact Gojyo had been awake and listening. Seemed like he'd overheard everything.

Gojyo just laughed, and Sanzo felt his face flush at the low, husky sound.

There was a silent period again before Gojyo broke it—again—sounding even more nervous than before. "So yeah, about that…"

"If you even so much as try to hit on me, I swear I will kill you."

"But Sanzo! It makes so much sense!"

"Ugh."

"No, it does! We're both horny so we can't sleep, and we can't both be tired in the morning in case we get attacked." When Sanzo didn't say anything for a moment, he followed up with, "It's for, you know, the mission."

"You would say anything to get laid, wouldn't you?" Sanzo responded, angry.

Gojyo sounded amused as he said, "Yeah, I know. I'm shameless. But you gotta admit, it makes sense."

"And what makes you think I want to do anything with you, cockroach?"

"…Ouch, man. Let a guy off easy." Gojyo said it in a mocking tone, but Sanzo could tell he was actually hurt.

Sanzo sighed and shifted under the covers. "Enough. I was lying before."

"Oh..." There was an awkward silence. Gojyo really couldn't take a joke. Sounding optimisitc still, Gojyo bravely marched on, saying, "It still makes sense, though. I wanna sleep, you wanna sleep. If you want me to shut up..."

Sanzo hissed in frustration and thrashed in his bed, causing the bed to squeak. He tried to glare at the dark form he knew was his travel companion from across the room. Gojyo spoke up before Sanzo could go off. "Yo, look, what's some random sex between friends? It ain't gonna hurt. Unless you think you'd fall for me or something… Which I wouldn't be surprised about, honestly; I've had plenty of girls fall for me after sex..."

Damn, his arrogance was so annoying! "Like I would, idiot!"

"Yeah, well," Gojyo said. Sanzo saw him move and heard the sound of cloth rustling. Then the form came closer. He realized with dread that Gojyo was actually going to come through on what he was saying. What should be do?

As Gojyo came over and leaned down, Sanzo stayed as he was and watched, paralyzed. The tentative touch on his face made him suck in a breath. Those fingers traveled around his face, leaving a tingly pleasure in their wake, until they found his lips. Then Gojyo leaned forward and pressed a light, chaste kiss on Sanzo's mouth. His lips were warm and firm, inviting. When he backed away, Sanzo was left completely speechless. There was no way he could refuse such an open invitation.

He pushed the covers down and reached up to grab the kappa around the neck, bringing him down for a hard, furious kiss. Gojyo moaned into his mouth, caressing the side of Sanzo's face as they kissed. Sanzo found his own fingers tangling into Gojyo's soft, long hair. Gojyo's tongue slid forward and pressed forcefully against Sanzo's closed lips until it forced its way in. At the invasion of Gojyo's tongue, which tasted of cigarette smoke and cucumbers, Sanzo felt his cock twitch and his back arch. Gojyo deepened the kiss, angling his body for a better angle before using Sanzo's grip on his shoulders to haul the monk up to a sitting position. He sat down on the edge of the bed in front of him. Sanzo absent-mindedly kicked off the covers as their lips and tongues entwined.

The kiss was intense, a thousand times more mind-blowing than Hakkai's had been. The swirling tongue demanded a taste of everything Sanzo had to offer. Sanzo tried to respond as best as he knew how, but it was fairly obvious to Gojyo he was new at this. Or just bad at it.

The monk felt himself lose it when Gojyo's hand traveled up under his tight shirt and caressed his abs. His grip shifted to Gojyo's shoulders. He slammed the other man down on the bed and pressed him down, not giving him time to say or do anything before he kissed him again, ferociously.

With Sanzo straddling him, Gojyo was at a loss; the kiss was hungry and commanded all of his attention. He snuck a few more touches of Sanzo's bare skin, which was smooth and burning hot. The fact that such a cold man could be so warm when you were close to him was an unexpected turn-on.

It was distracting, however, and Sanzo soon noticed. He rose off Gojyo and stared, looking expectant and parting his mouth like he'd say something.

"This what you want?" Gojyo purred before he ran his hands up Sanzo's shirt fully. Sanzo found himself panting, wildly aroused and wanting more. That rich voice made his cock twitch; it was the same voice he used when getting very close to a girl and flirting hardcore. His fingertips found his nipples and he didn't feel anything at first, but then, embarrassingly, it turned surprisingly pleasurable. His hips surged and he gasped.

Gojyo's grin was infuriating. Sanzo slapped those naughty hands away, glaring. Still, that cheeky, knowing grin; he'd wipe it off that smug face. Sanzo gripped the bottom of Gojyo's shirt and pulled it up. There, it worked; Gojyo's expression turned to one of surprise. He went with it though, even helping Sanzo take off his tight silk shirt, too. Sanzo flung it off the bed and then leaned down toward Gojyo's chest.

He then rained kisses down from his neck to his collarbone and then his pecs. Gojyo's chest heaved with restrained want. "Fuck, Sanzo," he hissed when Sanzo's tongue flicked across one hard nipple. Sanzo sucked on it, making Gojyo moan and writhe. 'I win', Sanzo thought. Then he bit down and got the best reaction yet, bucking and a startled gasp of "Fuck!" Gojyo squirmed and began pushing at Sanzo, but he didn't try very hard to get him off. Sanzo soothed the sensitive flesh with his tongue again.

Gojyo moaned as Sanzo treated the other nipple to the same thing, reacting even more than the first time. He groaned in lust and shoved his erection, still trapped in his pants, against Sanzo's side. Feeling like he'd teased the hanyou enough, Sanzo moved down, getting partially off the small bed in order to reach the kappa's pants. Gojyo's breath got harsher and louder as Sanzo worked at the ties. When they were undone he pulled them down, freeing Gojyo's erection. Sanzo grabbed the base, causing Gojyo to flinch. As Sanzo's breath ghosted over the pulsating flesh, Gojyo held his breath. Precum dripped down Gojyo's cock, gleaming in the moonlight. Sanzo licked at it experimentally.

He'd never done oral sex on someone else; he'd had it done to him, once. That had also been the time he'd lost his virginity. Some gay asshole had taken him to a room when he was younger and very, very drunk, one of the first times he'd gotten drunk in his life. He had to have been about 16. The guy had wanted to fuck him, but Sanzo, in his drunk state, got angry at being 'assaulted' and instead used his karate moves to pin the older man to the bed and fuck him. But he'd done it roughly, and it hadn't been very pleasurable from what he could remember. All he did remember, really, was the fury, and waking up in the guy's bed in the morning. His ass didn't hurt, so he knew he was still a virgin there, at least. He'd wanted to kill the guy, but he'd been barely able to walk from the pounding he'd taken, so Sanzo thought he'd been punished enough.

Even though he hadn't done it before, he wanted to suck Gojyo off. He wanted to be the one to make Gojyo feel pleasure, not some tramp. Damn lecher was always going around flirting with women and it pissed him off.

Gojyo murmured, "Ohhh yeah," shivering from the pleasure of Sanzo's tongue on his dick. Sanzo lathered the hard flesh with his tongue, licking up the slightly sweet liquid. He soon had Gojyo begging, "C'mon, Sanzo, suck it."

He finally slipped the head in his mouth and sucked. Gojyo stiffened wordlessly and his head tilted back. Quickly he looked again at the sight of Sanzo sucking the head of his cock. Sanzo, looking up at Gojyo's face, watched this with amusement. Perhaps he'd expected someone with so much experience to be bored with just this.

Satisfied so far, Sanzo sucked the hard, throbbing thing in as far into his throat as he could. It wasn't far—Gojyo's dick was as big as his ego—but apparently it was enough. "Oh fuck yeah, Sanzo!" Gojyo groaned. Sanzo enjoyed the feel and taste of Gojyo's arousal in his mouth. He had to stroke his own cock as he sucked on him.

"Ahh, Sanzo, I'm gonna… gonna come!" Gojyo groaned, sounding as if he was trying to restrain himself. His hands fisted in the bedsheets. Sanzo sucked harder, wanting Gojyo to come in his mouth. Soon Gojyo was moaning in one long stream, "Ohhhhfuckyeah," before he bucked, cum spurting from his cock. Sanzo was ready for it, but not for the amount. The liquid soon filled his mouth, and even when he swallowed there was more. Some dribbled out between his lips. Gojyo collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard.

"Fuck, I needed that," Gojyo moaned out in the aftermath. He opened his eyes and looked at Sanzo's sullied mouth. "Sorry... Heh, I usually last longer..."

Sanzo wasn't listening to his babble, though. He sat up on the bed and wiped up the cum from his lips and chin. He then licked it off; Gojyo was watching, but he ignored that, too. It tasted better than he thought it would. When he was done he looked at Gojyo, who seemed mesmerized until their eyes met. He smiled back at Sanzo's stoic face. Seeing this, Sanzo sneered and thought about how he could get Gojyo on all fours.

Sanzo seemed thoughtful as he asked, "What would you have done if I shot you for kissing me?"

Gojyo shrugged. "I called your bluff, that's all. Took a gamble." He stroked the back of his fingers on Sanzo's cheek. The monk backed out of the touch, but Gojyo didn't seem to mind that fact. "How about you? What happened to that 'I don't want to do anything with you' bullshit you were spouting?"

Sanzo sat back on his knees from his position between Gojyo's legs and regarded the man with a skeptical look. "Maybe I don't."

Gojyo looked exasperated. "And what was that just now?" If he sounded a little angry, it was because Sanzo was a cold bastard.

"—Maybe I do want to do anything to you."

Gojyo stared at him in mock horror. Then he laughed. "Dude, that is just like you."

Then there was silence again. Gojyo stretched, still shirtless, and Sanzo watched. Afterwards he abruptly sat up, scooted back, and got off the bed.

But Sanzo wasn't done with him yet. "What are you doing?" he said, sounding a little annoyed.

"I'm turning on the light," Gojyo replied.

Sure enough, that's what he did. Then he tugged his pants off the rest of the way as Sanzo watched. In so doing he flashed his tight ass. When he turned around, he noticeably shivered from the look the monk was giving him. His cock was already getting hard again because of the attention. He strutted over to Sanzo and leaned over him. Sanzo stood his ground as if he refused to be intimidated. With a smile the redhead pressed his lips to his, licking at them. Sanzo's member was visible from when he had been stroking himself, so Gojyo latched his long fingers in the open fly and tugged them down. Sanzo lifted himself off the bed enough to allow Gojyo to pull his jeans down to his knees. They broke the kiss for a moment while Sanzo shifted positions to sit with his legs in front of him and Gojyo yanked his pants completely off.

They kissed again while Gojyo felt over Sanzo's bare thighs. Now that they were finally naked Gojyo went along with Sanzo's insistent body language commanding him to lay down on the bed. There was a moment of hesitation as Sanzo stared at him, so he gave the monk his best come-hither look. Sanzo grabbed his legs and separated them rather forcefully, crawling between them and leaning over the larger man. When Gojyo just smirked at his eagerness, Sanzo kissed him hard, running his fingers through red hair. While he enjoyed kissing—even Sanzo's rough ones—the hanyou wanted more. So, he mildly pushed him away and looked down at Sanzo's hard body.

"What?" Sanzo growled.

"You mind if I touch you?" Gojyo responded. Sanzo just said, "Whatever." Gojyo smiled brilliantly and smoothed his hands over the other's body. Gojyo was surprised at how good Sanzo felt. This body in front of him was trained to fight and it showed, but at the same time his robes protected his body from the harsh sun and sand, leaving his skin fair and soft. He went lower, until he was able to stroke Sanzo's cock. Sanzo gasped pleasantly, his eyes fluttering closed. The reaction was out of character and very cute.

Gojyo didn't like men on principle, but there were some men that were just too beautiful to ignore. Sanzo was one of them. Those golden locks that hung over his purple eyes, eyes that could wrench your heart out of your throat with one look. Sanzo's eyes were the most amazing part of him, able to convey so many things without words. Right now he was staring at Gojyo's body like a man dying of thirst looking at an oasis. Gojyo was a sucker for attention—he was a shameless exhibitionist—and he was completely aroused just by being looked at by the monk.

In this vein of thinking, he let go of Sanzo's body and caressed down his own smooth chest. He ran them lightly over his own muscles, arching his back just right, looking at Sanzo as if begging him to watch. His hands reached his groin, and shamelessly gripped his hard cock. He sucked in a breath as Sanzo's eyes flicked up from watching him pump his erection to looking him in the eyes. Sanzo's tongue absent-mindedly darted over his lips, moistening them. "Sanzo," Gojyo whispered in his sexiest voice. The ladies died over that shit.

It seemed to have a rather interesting effect on the normally aloof priest. His eyes became more piercing, boring into Gojyo's red ones. Then his sinfully luscious lips opened and he said, "I'm going to fuck you." Hearing that harsh voice saying something so dirty made his cock throb, his mouth parting open with a moan.

Sanzo held himself with his arms to either side of Gojyo's torso, watching the hanyou beneath him. He could hear the other's hand moving over his cock with a slick noise. Gojyo spread his legs wider, angling himself to be better viewed, and Sanzo could now see his balls clearly, which were completely hairless. Of course he would shave. One of Gojyo's hands slid down to cup them and roll them in his long fingers, humming at the feeling.

Sanzo's own cock strained with need, but he left it untouched for now. He had never seen anything like the show that was being put on for him now, and he wasn't about to pass it up. And Gojyo was loving every dirty second of it.

However, Sanzo wasn't going to let him win at this. He put his index and middle fingers to his mouth and parted his lips wantonly. Then he slowly slid his tongue out and licked them, staring at Gojyo the whole time. Gojyo was watching him just as intently, and Sanzo felt the hand on Gojyo's erection's increased pace more than saw it. His tongue and mouth sucked his fingers in and he moaned around them, his eyes sliding partially shut. He lathered them with his saliva and then dragged them out with a slick pop. The effect on Gojyo was obvious by his heated face and his frenzied movements. Sanzo used his dry hand to grab one of Gojyo's legs by the knee and haul him partially up in the air. Then he touched Gojyo's hole with his slick fingers. Gojyo flinched, but his gaze never wavered from Sanzo's.

The worldly monk teased Gojyo's entrance and enjoyed the feeling of Gojyo's muscles fluttering and body heaving with each breath. He continued to lightly prod the muscle until he deemed it a good time and then pressed in his middle finger hard. Gojyo grunted as the finger pushed past the ring of muscles in one stroke. Sanzo stroked his finger out again and pressed back in. It was so hot inside, and Gojyo was squeezing his finger like a vice. He didn't care if Gojyo was a virgin there or not, for he had no way to tell. All he knew was what he wanted.

He worked up the pace, going further inside, and was rewarded with a glaze-eyed kappa, still stroking his erection but now bracing himself on the bed with his other hand. Sanzo added another finger and this time, Gojyo broke eye contact and moaned, fisting himself rather roughly and wiggling from his slightly awkward position on the bed. Grinning at winning the staring contest, Sanzo leaned forward and captured Gojyo's mouth in another heated kiss.

It wasn't long before he couldn't stand it anymore, and dragged his fingers out. He then used that hand to guide himself to Gojyo's entrance, his other hand still holding Gojyo's leg. He thrust against the ring of muscles again, this time with the much larger digit, but it opened up fairly easily and he slid in to the hilt.

He groaned out at the feeling. It was tight and hot and twitching around him. Gojyo made not a sound, until Sanzo broke the kiss and thrust again. Then he groaned loudly, partly in pleasure but mostly discomfort. "I hate this part," he hissed. Even so, he didn't look that unhappy. Sanzo didn't respond, instead choosing to focus on the feeling of having Gojyo, finally. He hovered over the redhead, half-watching and half-enveloped in pleasure, and began thrusting in earnest. Gojyo moaned with each subsequent penetration, letting his cock go in order to guide Sanzo by gripping his ass. The feeling of someone clutching him made Sanzo grit his teeth to keep from moaning. The pleasure built quickly, and Sanzo finally let himself completely go, pounding Gojyo into the bed like he'd wanted to do for a long time.

Gojyo bit down on a knuckle to keep from being loud, but never stopped thrusting back onto Sanzo, impaling himself more. The fact that Gojyo was liking this was unexpectedly and extremely arousing. He felt the pleasure build to an intolerably high level before he came with one last jerk of his hips. And still Gojyo ground his ass down, gripping Sanzo's spurting cock inside. Sanzo realized he was whimpering in pleasure, it felt so good. When his orgasm subsided he collapsed onto the hot, sweaty form beneath him.

He was unable to move for a few minutes. When he finally did, he pulled out and fell down beside Gojyo. There was a stickiness on his stomach and a glistening on the other man's chest, and he realized that Gojyo must have come sometime during that pounding. He'd been thrusting too hard to notice. Whatever; he sighed in relief at feeling normal again, though tired.

Gojyo was watching him from his position beside him. Sanzo wasn't much for pillow talk, but he assumed Gojyo was. He found the high he had found within the other's body fade away at the thought of the repercussions of this little debacle. As he was about to order him back to his own bed, Gojyo got up to turn off the light. He returned a moment later and laid down beside Sanzo again, grabbed the covers where they'd been pushed halfway off the bed, and pulled them over both himself and Sanzo. The bed was uncomfortably small for two people to lay on it, forcing them to lay right next to each other. Still, Gojyo didn't try to cuddle up against him, though he obviously wanted to be close or he'd have gone to his own bed. Sanzo was glad he didn't try. He didn't want to have a Round 2. Once was bad enough. He couldn't believe he'd let his libido rule his actions. Goddamn pervert.

It was very warm like this, but not in an uncomfortable way. Though it caused an odd sensation he wasn't used to, he felt like it wasn't bad, either. Well, he was tired and not worth the effort to make Gojyo go away.

As he felt sleep coming on, his thoughts went to Hakkai. How would this affect what had happened between them yesterday? He didn't have an answer before he fell asleep.

Gojyo stayed awake a few minutes more, watching Sanzo's vulnerable face. The sex had been amazing, but he wasn't sure how Sanzo would react in the morning. Even though he felt like he may have fucked up big time (not the first time he'd let his libido ruin something), he found sleep easily.