The next morning, Sanzo awoke to find something pressing hard on top of him. It took him only a moment to realize Hakkai was still sleeping, his breathing calm and even. The brunette had taken his protective position just  before they fell asleep, using his body as a shield for Sanzo. It was still slightly annoying, but Sanzo now at least knew why, and that eased him.

His head felt remarkably better, and his fingers itched for his gun. Just wait until he got his weapon back. No one could hold Sanzo for long without getting hurt. They still had their journey west to complete. He couldn't waste time here any longer.

Still, eyeing Hakkai's sleeping face, he paused. The monk carefully drifted a hand through the brunette's dark locks, and determined that he did not want to move yet. He was too comfortable, sandwiched between Hakkai and the dirt floor.

The youkai shifted unconsciously, allowing a small sigh to escape his lips. Sanzo was torn between wishing Hakkai was awake to kiss those lips, and wishing they could stay situated like this forever. Either would have seemed like heaven.

Hakkai groaned again, and his eyes fluttered open slowly. It took him a few seconds to orient himself, and when he placed where he was, he smiled gently and lifted his head. "Good morning, Sanzo," he grinned, as if nothing had happened last night.

"Bastard," Sanzo immediately growled, "Don't smile at me." He reached up and pushed Hakkai's head closer, taking his mouth forcefully.

"Don't you think…" Hakkai murmured between Sanzo's lips, "We should… try and escape?"

"Later," Sanzo answered, running his hands through Hakkai's hair.

"They could kill us."

"It doesn't matter anymore."

At this, Hakkai pulled back and propped himself up on his elbows, "You don't believe that."

"What do you care?" the blonde challenged, glaring up with flashing violet eyes.

"I care," Hakkai placed a kiss on Sanzo's furrowed brow, "that you are not in pain." He smiled at the pout on the monk's face, "Shall we go?" He sat up and reached a hand down to help Sanzo up.

They moved to the door of the prison, and Hakkai looked around through a crack in the woodwork. He motioned Sanzo behind him, and cautiously opened the door enough to slide through. They moved quickly and silently, staying in shadow as they went. They nearly made it to the village edge, when two youkai stepped from behind them.

"Can't have you escaping," one of them mocked, "That would defeat the purpose of capturing you."

Hakkai stepped in front of Sanzo, readying a ball of chi in his hand. There were only two of the enemy. Hopefully they could be handled. Before he could do anything, however, the two youkai fell of their own accord. Hakkai blinked, and looked beyond the enemies. Goku and Gojyo stood waiting, weapons in hand.

"Took you long enough," the redhead barked, strolling forward. He stuck his lance into the ground and eyed the couple, "We searched all over for you."

"Sorry, Gojyo, to make you worry," Hakkai smiled apologetically, "Are you both okay?"

Goku flexed his arm, "Fine!" Then, his face quickly fell, "I'm hungry though! Food! Food!"

"Idiot monkey! Those two are lost for two days and all you think about is food!?" Gojyo yelled, smacking Goku upside the head. He reached into his pocket and drew out Sanzo's tiny pistol, tossing it to the surly monk, "I believe you dropped that."

Sanzo grunted and slid it into his pocket.

Goku bounced up to Hakkai, poking and prodding at his make-shift bandage, "Hakkai! What happened? Why are you wearing Sanzo's shirt like that? And what happened to your shirt?"

Hakkai placed a restraining hand on Goku's head, "I'm fine. We much continue on our journey. Where's Hakuryu?"

With a loud cheep, the dragon dropped from the sky into his master's arms. In his tiny mouth hung a rolled scroll of paper. The dragon tossed the roll to Sanzo, who uncurled it to reveal his sutra. "Such a smart jeep," Hakkai cooed at the white animal, petting its head gently, "Protecting Sanzo's decoration." He turned to the monk, "You should thank Hakuryu."

"I'll not thank a jeep," Sanzo grunted. The dragon sighed and drooped its head. Hakkai shook his head and smiled.

"Hakuryu, please transform," the youkai murmured. With a puff of smoke, the dragon became a jeep, and Hakkai stepped into the driver seat. He turned to look at the others, "Shall we go, Sanzo?"

The blonde climbed into the passenger seat, ignoring the feel of cold leather against his bare back. As the two clowns piled into the back, he couldn't help but wonder what had changed. If Hakkai was going to say anything about what had happened last night, or if he was just going to pretend it hadn't happened. A part of Sanzo was glad that nothing had been mentioned, but a small sliver wished Hakkai wouldn't forget.

A tiny tap on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts. He turned to the source, and found his face up against Hakkai's. The brunette met his lips chastely, and pulled back quickly, grinning. He faced the road and threw the car into gear as Sanzo flushed a bright red. Gojyo laughed maniacally behind him, and Goku wondered what had just happened.

A/N- That was the end. I know it was kind of rushed, sorry. I'm absolutely horrible at conclusions. Thanks for reading, and please review! Thanks and good-bye!