Chapter 3:

Gojyo woke, slowly turning his head to the side. At least no one was in the bed with him. Carefully Gojyo sat up and was relieved his head wasn't spinning. He reached to turn the light on and paused; Hakkai lay on his side, curled up and sleeping on top of the blankets. Quietly, Gojyo made his way to the bathroom then slipped into the front room. It was blessedly quiet and he walked over to the fridge and was delighted to find several cold beers. He opened one and returned to the couch. Flopping down he put his feet on the fancy coffee table and flipped on the television.

Gojyo was halfway through the beer when Hakkai came out of the bedroom. He didn't say a word, just took the beer and helped himself to a swig. He kept the bottle as he walked into the tiny kitchen area. "Alcohol has a more intense effect when you're low on blood," he announced in his teacher voice.

"Ok, sure." Gojyo searched for a channel that wasn't a game show or obnoxious couples fighting over leftovers. Slanting a glance at Hakkai he asked slyly; "So where's the pissy-ass monk and his pet monkey?"

"They went to dinner and then Sanzo was going to take Goku to the game room." Hakkai was assembling a light stir-fry.

"Mmm, wanna watch a movie?"

"Only if it isn't on an adult channel."

"Why not?" Gojyo got himself up and wandered into the kitchen to hassle Hakkai up close. "A little adult entertainment with dinner is good for the digestion."

"No, actually it is not." Hakkai intercepted his attempt to get another beer and handed him a bottle of water.

"Damn Hakkai, I'm more monk-like than the damn monk. You won't even let me have a cigarette!"

"You can have one after dinner."

"Great." Feeling sulky, Gojyo returned to the couch and dropped onto it, picking a stupid action flick with lots of gratuitous violence and sex. Almost as good as a porno and Hakkai couldn't really complain. He did make several disapproving sounds, though.

Gojyo must have fallen asleep on the couch sometime during the movie. He got up and made his way into the bedroom. Hakkai was asleep in the bed, instead of on it. Gojyo used the bathroom, then went all-out and had a shower. He was surprised Hakkai was still asleep. Gojyo wasn't really tired, feeling restless and wanting his damned cigarettes.

Progressing to being put out and pissed, Gojyo realized he didn't even have clothes or money to go buy cigarettes. He went into the front room and glanced at the phone. 'Forget something? We have twenty-four hour concierge services.' Gojyo picked up the phone and asked for a pack of Hi-Lites. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer; he opened it and looked around, expecting Hakkai to pop out of the room and take it away.

The DVD player said it was just after midnight. Gojyo opened the door slightly and waited while he drank the first beer. He took a second beer and had it half-gone when the guy arrived with a pack of cigarettes and some matches.

Gojyo lit a cigarette and got a third beer before settling himself on the couch. He flipped through the channels. There wasn't really anything worth watching. Gojyo considered: his clothes were probably in the other bedroom, as they weren't in the one he and Hakkai were in. But they were also sleeping in the room that had originally been assigned to Sanzo. Goku had been assigned to sleep on the couch. So, by process of elimination, Gojyo's clothes, money and shoes should be in the room where Sanzo and Goku were sleeping. So all Gojyo had to do was sneak in there, past the monk and his pet, and get his kit, sneak back out, get dressed and go find a place to have a drink, maybe a game. Something. The quiet and peace of the damn suite was starting to make him a bit crazy.

Gojyo finished his third beer and second cigarette before he resolved to at least get his stuff, and then he could make decisions from there. Gojyo determinedly went to the other room and opened the door. He didn't knock and he didn't hesitate. They'd traveled long enough to have learned to be more wary of stealth. Gojyo was relieved to find his kit placed in the closet alcove where he'd tossed it, and bless Hakkai's organized little soul, his boots were right next to it. Gojyo picked up his stuff and walked out, closing the door after him. He dug out a change of clothes and was putting on a shirt when the door opened to the room and Sanzo walked out. He was wearing his jeans but no shirt. Gojyo averted his eyes from the other man's bare chest and finished buttoning his shirt.

Sanzo got himself a beer and came back to sit on the couch.

Gojyo sat down to pull on his socks and then his boots. They looked like someone had cleaned them; he tipped his head, looking at the cleaned footwear.

"They were pretty bloody. Goku cleaned them."

"Oh, well that was cool of him, then." Gojyo had no fucking idea what to say. The monk was acting weird. Not ignoring him, but not talking to him. And he sure didn't look like he'd ever kissed Gojyo. It must have been a dream.

"If you plan on getting them all fucked up again, stay here and I'll blow a hole in you myself."

Gojyo sat the boots down. "More of this 'I need a keeper' shit?"

"No. Done talking to you."

Gojyo made an annoyed sound in his throat and glared at Sanzo. The man was a bastard. Gojyo got up, still in his socks, and strode to the fridge and got himself another beer. He sat on the couch and put his feet back on the table. Sanzo had stopped clicking through the channels, and was watching something about a group of Chinese and Turkish explorers who found something called Noah's Arc. It seemed a perfect target to direct his ire so Gojyo sullenly drank his beer and smoked.

"Are you actually watching this bullshit?" Gojyo had grown increasingly annoyed over the last half hour.

"Yes." Sanzo rose and put his beer bottle in the bin designated for it. He took a second beer and returned to the couch, to all appearances engrossed in the stupid show. Gojyo let his head fall back. Maybe the beer wasn't such a good idea.

"I heard you had a dream about me." Sanzo was using the 'I am gonna let you trap yourself' voice.

"Well, yeah. Waking up, falling asleep, things blurring together." Gojyo tried to sound casual. He didn't want the dichotomy of twitching cock and fear of being shot to show in his voice. Sanzo might shoot him on general principle.

"So, what sort of pervy dreams did you have about me?"

"Why the fuck would you think I was having pervy dreams about you? Or is that wishful thinking?" Gojyo hedged. He was considering getting up and going back to bed.

"So what were you dreaming?" Sanzo's voice was still baiting, and Gojyo considered how to answer him.

"You were telling me off." Gojyo tried to watch the show. "You're missing your Nova Arch."

"Noah's Arc." Sanzo lit another cigarette. "I did tell you to stop getting stabbed by your little sluts."

"I can promise that I don't have any intention of doing that again," Gojyo assured him dryly.

"You could actively try to avoid it. Using whatever brains you haven't fried with your drugs."

"Yep. I'll get right on that." All doubt removed. Sanzo had not announced a plan to fuck him against a wall. Gojyo closed his eyes again; Sanzo was silent so he was probably watching his show. There was a vague awareness of movement. He thought Sanzo was going for another beer until there was a weight on his thighs. Gojyo's eyes snapped open. He was staring into Sanzo's face as the monk smoked. He looked disturbingly natural straddling Gojyo's thighs.

"Are you dreaming now?" Sanzo asked, removing his cigarette from his mouth.

"Umm, maybe?" Gojyo was completely caught off-guard and felt slow and stupid.

Sanzo looked at him and then a sly smile twisted his lips, very slightly. "Well, when Hakkai rips into you tomorrow—you'll know." The bastard then dropped his cigarette butt into the beer bottle on Gojyo's side of the couch.

"Umm?" Gojyo repeated.

"Is that the legendary charm? Or maybe this is?" Strong fingers traced Gojyo's erection, now straining against his pants.

"A little of both," Gojyo finally managed.

"I hope there's more than a little." Before Gojyo could even begin to form a reply to that, Sanzo kissed him again. It was firm, insistent and very thorough. Gojyo instantly tangled his hands in the pale, fine hair and pressed forward. Sanzo felt strong and real in his hold. And so damn sexy. Gojyo battled for control of the kiss and the intensity increased as they each demanded more. Their hands roamed and Gojyo was lost in both the feel of being able to touch Sanzo and the sensation of Sanzo's hands on his body, even burrowing under his shirt.

Gojyo wriggled his hand between them and groaned as he found the outline of Sanzo's cock. Sanzo echoed his groan. Gojyo teased and traced until Sanzo began to catch his breath in short gasps. Sanzo dropped his head and began to nip hungrily along Gojyo's throat, and Gojyo responded by managing to unzip Sanzo's jeans and wriggle his fingers inside. As soon as he touched warm flesh Sanzo's teeth sank into his neck. Gojyo was moving along, his desire taking over as he unfastened the pants and wrapped his hand fully around the length of the man who was tormenting him on so many levels.

"What are you doing?" Sanzo was speaking in his ear, that cool, dry tone usually reserved for just before the fan came out; but there was something in the way the tormenting tongue traced his ear that suggested Gojyo didn't have to be too worried, just yet.

Gojyo twisted his head and captured Sanzo's lips again. He slowed his stroking to long passes meant to suggest, make an offer. Sanzo shifted suddenly; his head fell back, his weight settled more firmly on Gojyo's legs and he began to thrust into the fist. Gojyo gasped and felt his erection throbbing in time to the quiet gasps Sanzo made as Gojyo experimented with pleasing him. Gojyo wanted to see Sanzo come more than he had ever wanted a partner's pleasure. If Sanzo came, vulnerable and open, Gojyo might have some damned idea what this was if it wasn't a dream!

"I want you to come," Gojyo leaned forward and began to nip at Sanzo's throat, "I need you to come."

"I don't give a fuck about what you need." Sanzo pulled back and kissed Gojyo. "I need," he began to thrust more firmly and Gojyo raised his other hand to hold the back of Sanzo's head, capturing the moans that increased as Sanzo pulsed and then came into Gojyo's hand.

He was careful, slowing his strokes to match the aftershocks, easing Sanzo's transition. Sanzo's head dropped to Gojyo's shoulder and he seemed to slump for a moment. When he turned his face to Gojyo's neck, the hanyou could feel the smile against his skin. Feeling as if he had regained some sense of balance, Gojyo playfully brought his fingers up and licked at them, considering as he did so. Sanzo groaned again. "You are a perv."

"You weren't complaining a few minutes ago. At least if you were, I couldn't hear though all the moaning you were doing."

Sanzo snorted slightly, and released another brief, rusty laugh. The damned sound went straight to Gojyo's cock and lingered there. Sanzo began to push back and got up. "Ya' made a mess," he pointed out. Gojyo shrugged, not feeling at all repentant.

Sanzo shook his head and walked to the kitchen, his pants still hanging open. Gojyo was a bit disappointed, realizing he was hoping for a little more. Then he chided himself. Gojyo always tried to work under the idea that there was no score keeping in sex. Every body was out for a good time, and no one owed for what was freely given. He stretched his legs back out, trying to get comfortable in his pants. He was way too tired to go out, and figured he'd be taking some time to get reacquainted with himself in the shower. Sanzo used a couple of damp paper towels to do some rudimentary damage control and got a beer.

"Why the hell are you still so fucking over-dressed?" The monk had returned with his beer and was facing Gojyo. He stared at Gojyo as he deliberately took a long swallow of the beer. "Naked would make a fuck of a lot more sense."

Gojyo, who usually never needed a gorgeous blond to tell him more than once to get naked, blinked and stupidly muttered, "Goku? Hakkai?"

"I don't give a flying fuck if they are naked or not," Sanzo pointed out as if it were obvious that Gojyo was a bit dim. "Get naked." It was the command voice; warm and certain and easy to listen to. Gojyo got naked. He sat back down, but before he could put his legs up on the table Sanzo pushed it out of the way, set his beer on it and dropped smoothly to his knees between Gojyo's thighs.

"Oh, fuck," Gojyo breathed as Sanzo's breath teased his cock.

"Probably not tonight. Even Goku probably couldn't sleep through that."

Gojyo wasn't sure what he'd expected. A rather rushed and clumsy blow job like his would-be assassin, perhaps. He didn't expect Sanzo to press several open-mouthed kisses to his belly while tracing patterns on Gojyo's thighs, up to his cock and then down to tease his balls. Gojyo surrendered totally and laid his head back while his hands traced the golden hair and talented mouth. Sanzo teased, taking the tip of his cock and sucking gently, letting his tongue roll around and flick at the crown and the tiny opening. Gojyo was breathing deeply and shaking slightly as Sanzo's hand joined his mouth on the now slick flesh. He was talented, moving up and down slowly, changing his speed and pressure in unexpected ways to keep Gojyo off balance and aching.

When one of Sanzo's fingers slid down to tease his anus, Gojyo only shifted to accommodate the sensual, teasing stroke. When Sanzo slid the finger inside, Gojyo was more focused on the sudden sensation of his cock being swallowed down and the pressure of Sanzo's throat around him. Then the invading finger was teasing and tapping until it hit the spot. Gojyo bucked but Sanzo didn't choke; he did make a pleased humming sound, then began to tap and stroke rhythmically, inside and out. The bastard was relentless and even if Gojyo had wanted to draw it out, to revel in the moment he was afraid would not ever return, he couldn't have. Gojyo came in arcing waves of release that rippled in slowing surges while Sanzo licked and nuzzled.

Gojyo stared at Sanzo as the monk rose, straddling him again and taking a kiss. The taste of himself on the monk's tongue sent Gojyo into another wave of shudders and Sanzo held him, stroking and nipping his neck undemandingly. Gojyo was still dazed when Sanzo levered himself up and picked up his warming beer, before disappearing into the room he shared with Goku. The shower kicked on. Gojyo was more confused than before: he'd jerked Sanzo off then been given a truly mind-numbing blow job. Sanzo was still on top. He'd again left Gojyo confused. But not so confused he didn't put on his pajama pants before falling onto the couch and closing his eyes.

He woke up when the light clicked off and he blinked up in the dim light with Sanzo over him. The monk dropped a blanket over Gojyo and muttered, "Che, idiot." He bent and kissed Gojyo, the redhead's hand slipping through the slightly damp hair. Gojyo drifted in a kiss more sensual then sexual and when it ended Sanzo muttered, "Just keep your ass in this suite."