Gojyo inhaled deeply letting the mixture of smoke and strawberry shampoo inebriate his mind; he entangled his fingers in the soft blond hair and kissed the pale forehead hidden by the thick fringe.

"Won't you tell me what you were thinking about?"

"No…"

"Closed-up bastard…" the red head whispered, but he kept on caressing Sanzo's head.

The sex had been great that night he had to admit, and now the only thing he really wanted to do was lay in bed with his lover, hugging him tight and cuddling him, even though the monk didn't seem to be of the same opinion. As usual he was being the selfish asshole of ever and tried his best not to look effected by Gojyo's affectionate attitude. But… it wasn't like he didn't want to reciprocate the fondling or something, he was just damn tired and it was high time the half-breed got aware of the fact; but no, Mr. I-want-to-bother-Sanzo-to-no-end just decided a post-orgasm talking was all he needed.

"Come on… tell me…"

"I was just thinking about something."

"About me?" Gojyo smiled and pecked Sanzo lips, earning a grunt in response.

"Then about the monkey?" He pecked the thin lips again.

"Maybe."

"Should I get all jealous and stuff?" Gojyo smirked and tightened his embrace: he wasn't going to drop it so easily. Sanzo rolled his eyes in exasperation but wrapped his arms around the redhead neck anyway, letting his lover kiss him.

"Or were you thinking about Hakkai and that sexy ass of his?"

"Are you serious?"

Gojyo chuckled and leaned his forehead on Sanzo's, staring straight into his eyes; in a fluid motion he slipped between the monk's legs and kissed the tip of his nose lovingly. Sanzo seemed to have loosened up a little bit and the half-breed was extremely happy of that, he took one hand to rest on the blonde chest feeling the heart beating.

"I promise I'll love you forever if you tell me what you we—"

Sanzo hushed his by placing his hand on the other's mouth. "Why the hell is this so important to you?".

Gojyo blushed slightly and widened his eyes as his shoulders tensed a little bit; he looked around like a hunted dog while chewing on his lower lips, but eventually he spoke, staring at the nightstand.

"You were… you know…you had this relaxed face, pleased and all that jazz… that expression we have never imagined you would put on…and I thought…" he paused and cleared his throat.

"I thought that it would be nice if you were thinking of me…that's all…"

Sanzo stroked the long red hair. That had been unexpected, but nice.

"So?"

"Maybe I was thinking of you …" The answer should have been satisfying because Gojyo's features lightened up and his lips curved upward in a warm smile.

"Do you love me, Sanzo-sama?"

"Yes."

"Does my honoured lord like my crimson hair?"

"Yes."

"And eyes?"

"Yes."

"And lips?"

"Yes" Sanzo smiled.

"And penis?"

"Ye—You stupid retarded dumbass!"

The harisen hit really hard that night.