A/N: Another chapter?! Why, yes indeed. I dunno how far I'm even planning on taking this, but it passes the time, so there XD Anyway, hope you like it. Btw: Hakkai is a hard character to write oO

Disclaimer: Do not own. Leave me alone.

Warning: Some mild yaoi here, folks. Don't like, then don't read.

Chapter 3

Sanzo was frozen to spot. All he could really comprehend was that there was a pair of lips on his, warm and enveloping. His sight was filled with crimson because the person who was toying with death was none other than the kappa, the pervert who just wouldn't leave him alone no matter how many threats he made.

But he made no move to back away. He merely stood there, quivering in fury, while Gojyo swiped his tongue against his lips, inching ever closer to hell with every move he made. Lips connected again and Sanzo felt his hands curl into fists.

When Gojyo finally moved away, he stared at Sanzo with those infuriating red eyes; there was something lit in them that Sanzo did not like one bit. But before he could decipher what exactly it was, his fist was colliding with Gojyo's jaw, knocking him down hard. He was breathing fast, the wind cooling the wetness on his mouth that he wiped at aggressively.

"You little shit," he growled. "You dare—You dare—"

"Oh, be quiet, monk," Gojyo said from the floor, rubbing his jaw tenderly and wincing. "Don't pretend you didn't like it."

Sanzo nearly starting sputtering his indignation but caught himself before he could. He didn't want to show any sort of helplessness around this bastard. "I'm going to fucking kill you."

"Yeah, right." The kappa picked himself up and dusted off his clothes, acting too casual that it made Sanzo all the more furious. "Make the threats all you want, but—"

He was silenced with a gunshot. Sanzo had the weapon pointing straight at Gojyo's chest, promising to himself that he would not miss the next time. The red-head's eyes were wide now, apparently not anticipating this newest addition to the scenario he had created. Sanzo smirked, his hands still trembling a little but managing to hold his gun rather steadily.

"So you've finally sunk low enough to do something so disgusting?" Sanzo asked him quietly. Gojyo watched him avidly, his face annoyingly calm. "You're just like the rest of those damn perverts out there. You think because of my face you can treat me however you damn well please?"

"No."

Sanzo's mouth twitched. "What?"

Gojyo sighed, running a hand through his long hair. "This has nothing to do with your face, Sanzo-sama. To tell you the truth, I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing, but I'm doing it anyway." He finally looked away, looking lost. "Well . . . who knows what this is, anyway? I don't even know. I don't even know why it had to be you, of all people . . ."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Sanzo frowned. "Is that pervert-code for something?"

"Damn it, Sanzo, would you just—"

"I don't have to listen to someone like you. You're worse than a cockroach."

The red-head stared at him, his expression that of someone who just found out that their most prized possession was lost. Something itched in the back of Sanzo's mind, but he dismissed it as he focused on Gojyo, gun still aloft before him. One twitch of his finger and he would be rid of this pest forever. His lips were still tingling and he hated it.

"You're not indebted to me in any way. I see no reason for you to continue with this journey."

Gojyo jerked. "What?"

"I said I don't want to see your damn face anymore. You're no longer part of this journey."

The kappa made a sort of choking noise and watched him disbelievingly. He was still for only a moment before a small smile made his lips curl up with a wry chuckle. "Sorry, Sanzo-sama, but I believe those three talking heads of yours would say differently."

Sanzo's eyes widened marginally in realization. "Shit." He dropped his arm and turned to storm back inside, his humiliation overwhelming. He couldn't bear being in the same company as this bastard anymore.

"Wait, Sanzo—"

"Don't touch me!" he nearly shouted. But Gojyo's hand circled his upper arm, pulling him back. Sanzo met his gaze with what he hoped was a look of instant death. He tried to tear himself free of the kappa's hold but found himself held even tighter, Gojyo's other hand grabbing his shoulder.

"You should hear me out before you make any rash decisions," Gojyo told him desperately. "Please?"

Was he actually begging? Sanzo growled low in his throat and attempted to break free again. Gojyo pinned him to the wall of the inn, much too close for the monk's liking, his eyes still boring into Sanzo.

"Just let me show you," Gojyo nearly whispered.

Sanzo brought the gun back up to rest at the kappa's ribcage. His body was practically screaming from the physical contact that Gojyo was providing, not used to being so close to someone and not enjoying the feeling at all. "No. You want to treat me like one of your whores, then I'm going to treat you like the insect you really are. Now get the fuck away from me."

"But I don't want to treat you like some whore, you damn monk! That's what I'm trying to fucking explain!" Gojyo drew a deep breath, his eyes glancing towards the gun. "Listen, I don't know why I've started to feel this way, but you're not the only one who doesn't like it. If I had a say in the matter I'd get rid of this faster than you could shoot me. But it won't go away, so I have to do something about it. Right? Don't you understand that?"

"No, you don't have to do something about it. And I don't understand. You're going to harass me like all those other fuckers out there and I'm not going to tolerate it."

"But it's different!" Gojyo's voice was rising, his eyes blazing in some emotion that made Sanzo want to back away, the wall preventing him from doing so. "Shit, I'm trying to let you know . . . Fuck!"

And then he was kissing him again. Sanzo felt the jolt that traveled through his body at the contact, not being used to this sort of experience. Gojyo took advantage of the momentarily stunned monk and yanked the gun away from him, throwing it towards the opposite end of the balcony. Sanzo opened his mouth to start lashing out at the kappa but ended up gasping instead when a smooth, wet tongue plunged through his open lips, colliding with his own muscle. A strangled noise sounded in his throat and he started to fight against his captor again, cursing himself endlessly for ending up in this sort of predicament. Damn it, he was Genjyo Sanzo, not someone to be taken advantage of from some lowly pervert.

Gojyo pushed him harder against the wall, pressing his warm body against Sanzo's smaller one, completely devouring the other's mouth with his own. Sanzo started to feel the beginnings of panic coming, forcing himself to keep a cool head and failing. He could feel Gojyo against him, the proximity of another person foreign to him and making his oversensitive nerves tingle at the feeling, his tongue sliding against Gojyo's making his mind cloudy.

It was when Gojyo moaned his name that he became aware of himself again. He bit down—hard.

"SHIT!" Gojyo backed away immediately, his hand flying to his mouth. "You fucking bastard!"

Sanzo was panting heavily, a trickle of saliva trailing from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it away in disgust, trembling worse than ever as he glared daggers at the man before him, who was only now looking guilty.

"Shit . . . I didn't mean to . . . That was probably not the best thing to do," the red-head said softly, looking away.

"You're damn right it wasn't," Sanzo whispered, not trusting his voice at the moment. He walked on unsteady legs to retrieve his gun and walked back to the door, never looking towards Gojyo. His pride felt shattered and his body was still on fire, his lips swollen. Some part of him had responded to that little "demonstration of Gojyo's feelings," and he absolutely hated himself for it. He was above such things.

He was above letting perverts having their way with him.

"Don't you dare even try talking to me, or touching me, again," he said over his shoulder before he disappeared inside the inn.

Gojyo groaned as he pounded his head against the table, cursing himself over and over for his little display of affection. Why had he done it? Why couldn't he control himself?

A soft, polite cough sounded next to him. He looked up into Hakkai's green gaze, meeting it with his own woebegone one.

"Would you like to talk about it?" his friend asked simply. Gojyo sighed and propped his elbow on the table placed in his room, resting his head on his hand. He had come back here only to find Hakkai already patiently waiting for him. He figured it was better to get it over with and let his friend know about the thoughts torturing him.

Might as well scream it to the world, he thought bitterly. The way I go about it, every town we've stopped in has probably started the rumors already.

"Well, Gojyo?"

"Yeah, yeah . . ." Another sigh. "Hakkai, I'm a pervert."

Hakkai blinked at him. "Well . . . I hate it say it, but that hardly comes as a surprise to me. Is that all that's troubling you? You can change your ways, you know. It's all a matter of self-discipline."

Gojyo didn't know if he should laugh or weep. "Yes, well, as much as I would like to, I don't think that would work quite well in this scenario."

The green-eyed man nodded. "I figured that would be the case. I mean, we are talking about Sanzo, after all."

He nearly fell from his chair in shock. The red-head gaped at his friend, his brain trying to formulate a cohesive sentence to say but only coming out with a loud, "Ahhh?!"

Hakkai chuckled. "Oh come on, Gojyo. You can't deny that you've been painfully obvious for a few months now."

"But you—you—why didn't you tell me if you knew?" Gojyo demanded shrilly. His embarrassment seemed never-ending.

"I figured you didn't want to talk about it."

Gojyo narrowed his eyes. "But you were the one who suggested we talk."

"Yes, because you've really seemed to be spiraling lately and I don't want to see you messed up more than you already are." Such words coming from Hakkai made Gojyo silent and the other man gave a small sigh of his own, resting his elbows on the table. His expression turned somber, his smile gone. "You don't have to explain it to me. I should know that it doesn't matter who you love, as long as you love them dearly and they love you in return. Of course, like I said, this is Sanzo we're discussing, and that man has a tendency to be impossible to have open up to anyone. The closest I've seen is with Goku."

Gojyo nearly flinched. Yeah, well, what's so great about the stupid monkey? he asked himself with no real answer ready. "I know that. But I can't fucking help it! I don't want to feel that way towards the shitty monk, but there you have it, I'm doomed. And now he fucking hates me . . . Well, hates more, actually. But still—"

"Wait," Hakkai interrupted, "what are you talking about? Did something happen between you two?"

Shit. Gojyo swallowed before looking away. "Well, um . . . I kinda . . . did something to really piss him off. Now he won't even talk to me."

Hakkai let out a deep breath. "Oh, Gojyo. Why did you have to do that?"

Wondering if his friend could read minds, Gojyo frowned at him. "Like I said, I can't help it. Now he's probably training the bakasaru to attack if I come too close or something."

Hakkai watched him for a moment. Gojyo fidgeted under the stare, not liking it when the other man did this. He felt too exposed for his liking.

"You do know that Sanzo has issues when it comes to people getting close to him."

"Yeah, whatever." Gojyo got up from the table to open the window so that he could smoke, rules be damned. "That's just because he's a bastard and doesn't trust people."

"Not necessarily."

The red-head's hand twitched while getting out a cigarette and turned to Hakkai. "And how would you know?"

Hakkai gave a half-shrug. "We know that when he was young, someone dear to him was killed right before his eyes. By youkai." Gojyo flinched. "I would think that he distances himself from everyone so that he wouldn't have to go through such a feeling of loss ever again. While I can sympathize, I don't think it's all that healthy."

"Well, he certainly fails in that aspect," Gojyo snorted. "What about him and Goku?"

"I believe that Goku has unknowingly breeched that wall," Hakkai agreed, nodding thoughtfully. "But you know . . . who's to say that we haven't either?"

Gojyo nearly choked on his incredulous laughter. "Don't get your pretty little hopes up, Hakkai. Sanzo-sama wouldn't dare have feelings for us lowly youkai."

"You don't look hard enough."

Gojyo paused in lighting his cigarette. He gazed at the lighter for a moment before looking to Hakkai, who watched him with his usual smile back in place.

"That still doesn't solve my problem."

"I know. I'm simply trying to make you understand where he's coming from." Hakkai leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "But when Sanzo gets mad, he gets mad. You've landed yourself in pretty deep, my friend."

"Don't remind me . . ."

Hakkai looked towards the ceiling, lost in thought. Gojyo took a drag on his cigarette and blew out slowly, trying to think as well and coming up with nothing. He couldn't just barge into Sanzo's room and demand forgiveness, nor would he possibly do something so ridiculous such as buying flowers with one of those sappy cards. That image made him smile in dark humor.

"I suppose there's no avoiding it. You simply have to talk to him."

Gojyo turned to him again. "Yeah, except that you're forgetting one important thing: the fucker won't talk to me. He even refuses to acknowledge that I'm alive."

"You'll just have to try your best," Hakkai told him with that same smile.

Sanzo turned over in bed, restless and still fuming from Gojyo's earlier stunt. The scene kept replaying over and over in his head, not leaving him alone long enough to fall into a sleep that was very much needed for someone like him who hardly slept at all. He could still faintly feel Gojyo's tongue touching his, the hot breath that had hit his face, the hard muscles pressed against him. He had never felt anything like that before, and it had nearly driven him to panic, completely destroying his composure. That was something that he thought was only an impossibility.

He brought his callused fingers to his lips, wondering why Gojyo's were so soft and why his were not. It took him a minute to realize what he was doing, and when he did he snatched his fingers away as if they had been burned. He turned over again and grabbed his pillow roughly, wanting to murder something. Or someone.

"Shit."

A/N: So there you are. Reviews are appreciated.