Three Consecutive One Night Stands


"If you screw this up for me, I will murder you in your sleep."

Gonou, lying back on his couch while grading the thankfully last of his classes' essays for the week, looks up at the serious face of his sister. Kanan is hovering over from behind the couch, hands on her shapely hips, lips in a straight line, and green eyes glittering with the promise that lies behind her threat. Gonou is an intelligent man; he knows when it is and is not okay to question his big sister. She has nails and a mean right hook. She also is one of the dearest people in his life and can therefore cause him the most anguish just by thinking it.

He is at rapt attention and sets his grading aside.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that." He says, sitting up and staring her in the eyes with calculated calmness. "I prefer to know what I am being threatened over before I make my decision whether or not to risk it."

Kanan's arms move swiftly, crossed in front of her as if she is disciplining a room full of unruly students. "Gonou, I mean it. I have never been more serious than I am being with you right now. Do not screw this up for me."

For a moment Gonou is still at an utter loss, eyes scrunched in confusion as he tries to weigh his sister's expression for an answer. And then it dawns on him. Much as he tries to restrain himself, a mischievous grin tugs at the corners of his mouth anyway. "You have a new beau. Don't you."

"Gonou…"

"Anyone I know?"

"Thank the gods, I don't think so. They're new to town."

A single eyebrow rises in question. "They?" Now Gonou is really intrigued. "Are you dating a pair of twins without me? That's really rather unsportsmanlike, you know."

Huffing in frustration, Kanan whirls around the edge of the couch and lands herself very heavily onto one of the cushions. She just barely manages to miss Gonou's still outstretched legs. As he pulls his legs up to give her more room, she stretches hers out, sharing the couch as they used to during school days when they would study for hours in the same position.

Like green eyes meet and stare across the now much lessened area between them. This is a game to them, a challenge. Eye contact is stage one, to see who will break first. Kanan speaks in a flurry of determination, but Gonou is right there with her.

"They are two brothers that have just moved to town."

"Brothers, you say."

"They bought out Raito's bar."

"Goodness, now that is exciting."

"If I even get an inkling that you are hitting on my boyfriend, I will castrate you with my heel."

"I doubt you could—"

"The pointy ones."

Gonou is momentarily silent.

"I really like this guy, Gonou. He's respectable but still fun. Handsome but not overly pretty."

"You say that like it's a bad thing.

Kanan ignores this. "He treats me well and never asks any more than I am willing to give."

"Well, then I am sure he enjoys your company considering how willing you usually are."

"Gonou."

It still amazes Gonou how she can say his name in a way that sends chills racing down the edges of his skin. His earlobes practically tremble.

Realizing she truly has his attention now, Kanan continues. "I really like this guy." She says again.

The sincerity in her voice is all Gonou needs to find a straight face and mean it. He nods once. "Consider him sacred ground. I promise." He says. Lightly, he nudges her legs with his, disrupting the way her skirt lays over her thighs. "So, are you going to at least tell me Mr. Right's name?"

A smile of relief comes to life on Kanan's face. She takes a breath, deeply, as if she had been holding it this entire time. "Jien." She says. "Sha Jien." At last she knows she has made her point. Her brother has limits, even with such an incorrigible libido.

"And…what's this about a brother?"

Kanan's face falls. Damn it.

-----

On the way to the bar, Kanan has not once ceased berating Gonou with all the reasons why castrating and killing him in his sleep still applies to him messing things up through the brother. The last thing she wants is to have to break up with Jien just because Gonou fucked around. He fears are warranted. This has happened before.

More than once.

"Gonou, I mean it."

"Do you have absolutely no faith in me, Sister?"

Kanan is unflinching. "No. I don't."

"Your love for me is touching, really."

Just before reaching the door to the Sha bar, Kanan stops, reaching out to halt Gonou's hand before it can push the door open. She looks him square in the eyes. "I love you, Gonou. I even trust you some of the time. But I know which head you think with."

Gonou opens his mouth to speak.

"And yes, I know I think with the same one most of the time but this is different. Please."

The mischief falls from Gonou's eyes, at least long enough for him to tell her this bit of truth. "You have my solemn vow, no matter what happens, my actions will not affect your relationship. If he means as much to you as he seems to, I could never allow it to be ruined on account of me. I hope you at least know that."

Kanan smiles and Gonou reflects it. Once they have pushed through into the bar, however, Gonou's mischievous expression returns. Kanan is too preoccupied with thoughts of her beau to notice.

As they enter the bar, they are immediately struck by its work-in-progress feel. Raito had not been the most conscientious of owners, and the previous bar had been the favored spot of the more seedy people in town. It may take a while for some of the blood stains to come out of the hard wood floors.

The bar is technically not open at this time, but because of the many workers moving in and out, the door had been unlocked. The bar itself is in the best shape so far, washed and freshly painted, with several—though not quite enough—stools lined up in front of it. Behind the counter, unpacking boxes of liqueur to be stacked and put away, there is a rather ruggedly handsome youkai man with his back to them. Gonou notices the fine tanned shoulders and powerful arms. But when the youkai turns to face them, dark hair spiked and face very much a man's, and as Kanan said, not terribly pretty, Gonou breathes relief. He is honestly not attracted. He can keep his promise and his dick without any worries.

"Hey, beautiful." The youkai says, his fanged grin bright despite the sweat on his brow. It is clear he could not possibly have anything to smile about if not for the fact a gorgeous brunette has just entered his line of sight. He barely gives Gonou a second glance, however, except to offer a nod in greeting. "I take it you're the brother I'm s'posed to watch out for?"

Clearly this Jien character is not interested in men. Gonou does not know what Kanan was worried about. Women and their inaccurate radar. "I love meeting someone when I already have a subheading." Gonou says with a grin. "Cho Gonou. I hear you're practically engaged to my sister. If you do happen to find yourselves in the family way, I promise I'll still attend the wedding."

A solid slam of an elbow to Gonou's ribs precedes Kanan's words. "Gonou." She growls. "Behave yourself."

Jien, of course, is laughing heartily. He reaches over the bar to pat Gonou on the shoulder. "I like you already. Grab a seat. I'll get you two something to cool off with. Just try to ignore the mess. We still have a couple weeks before we open."

As Kanan and Gonou each take up stools at the bar, Jien reaches over to kiss Kanan properly in greeting before disappearing into the back. The twins sit in comfortable silence, Kanan occasionally kicking Gonou in the shins to make sure he doesn't forget his promise. They are able to distract themselves rather easily with imagining what could be made out of the old bar. It really does have quite a bit of potential.

When the swinging door to the kitchen opens, Gonou and Kanan both turn, expecting it to be Jien. All they can make out at first is the top of a dark head, the same smooth tan skin, and the edges of youkai ears. This particular youkai seems different from Jien despite their inability to see him with a stack of boxes piled up in his arms. When this mystery youkai finally releases his boxes in a heap on the ground, he stands back up with a shake of his head and roll of muscled shoulders.

The relation to Jien is unmistakable. He is tall, tan, black haired and blue eyed with a remarkable smile and a fine body. He is shirtless, the sweat dripping down his stomach where it disappears into his rather low-riding pants. He is also considerably prettier than his big brother.

Gonou keeps his eye on the prize and practically purrs in excitement. Now this is what he is talking about. "Need a hand with anything over there?" he calls to who must certainly be Jien's younger brother. "I know I wouldn't mind offering you one. For several things." He adds beneath his breath. He hopes those youkai ears hear him anyway.

Judging by the sly grin on the youkai's face as he turns towards the bar, Gonou knows his hopes are not in vain. "My, oh my, I think I found a new definition for beautiful and it's sitting at the counter of my very own bar. Heaven help me." The youkai looks mainly at Kanan while saying this, but it is understood by his quick glances towards Gonou who he really intends the words for.

"You must be Gojyo." Kanan smiles. "Jien's told me a lot about you but we haven't met yet. I'm Kanan. I brought my brother with as well, just to be fair. Baby brothers can be pretty protective sometimes, after all. I figured you two had to meet." Whether I wanted it or not, she thinks privately. She is not entirely oblivious to the secret messages being passed between Gojyo and Gonou right under her nose.

"So you're the babe he can't shut up about." Gojyo whistles. "I'm impressed. I didn't think Jien knew what a fine woman looked like. Clearly, I was mistaken. Pleasure to meet ya, Kanan." Blue eyes flash towards Gonou. "And your name…?"

Gonou allows a slow, indulgent smile. "Gonou. Baby brother, yes, but only by a few minutes. Kanan won't let those minutes go, however."

Gojyo is particularly interested in this. "Minutes. That'd make you two twins, eh? Twins…" He says again, and whistles again as well. "Don't mind me but I think I might need a cold shower later with a pair like you around." He grins. He is saying 'pair' but his eyes no longer seem to remember Kanan is there.

Gonou leans back against the bar, letting the opening of his button-down shirt stretch to reveal just the smallest bit more of his smooth chest. The day is looking up, he thinks. Very up.

The swinging door alerts them of yet another addition to the conversation.

"Don't tell me you're starting in already." Jien says scoldingly. He does not go back behind the bar this time, but sets a small tray on the counter between Gonou and Kanan, carrying four glasses of what appears to be lemonade.

Gojyo looks only slightly offended. "Don't know what you mean, bro." he says, his eyes not once leaving Gonou's. He can see Gonou's smile stretching wider even as he is feeling his own do the same. "Don't know what you mean."

-----

As it turns out, the drinks Jien offered had not been mere lemonade but lemonade with a little something else. Hours and several rounds of other more heavily alcoholed drinks later, the workers have all gone home, the sun long set, and the two pairs of siblings are enjoying each others company through bouts of laughter.

Tipsy, though not at all drunk seeing it is rather hard for her to get drunk at all, Kanan is immodestly poised on Jien's lap. They are seated at one of the few tables suitable for use. Gojyo and Gonou are each in their own chairs, though scooted close enough together to offer discrete touches their siblings aren't entirely aware of. Little more than the brush of a foot, a leg, or perhaps a hand has been given, but the quest for more is ever ahead of them.

Jien, about the same tipsiness as Kanan, is more visibly red in the face and whispers something clearly naughty into the pretty brunette's ear. Kanan giggles and nods agreement, kissing Jien soundly and not at all caring that the baby brothers know exactly what big brother and big sister are thinking.

Gonou decides to help them along. "I assume you won't be needing me to walk you home. And I'm sure Jien can handle helping you up the stairs."

Kanan turns to Gonou with a pout. "Don't assume, Gonou."

"Not at all. I'm just trying to hurry you along so Gojyo and I can have wild sex on the floor of the back room." Gonou says this with a completely straight face. He does not look at Gojyo, but his foot nudges the youkai's upper thigh as if to say he isn't entirely joking.

Giggling is Gonou's reply before his sister gives him a final firm look. "Very funny, Gonou." She says, and then turns to Jien. "Goodness me, I don't know if I can stand."

Jien already knows this game, it would seem, for he immediately rises, Kanan in his arms suddenly, and heads for the stairs that leads up to his and Gojyo's apartment. "Night boys. Lock up and behave yourself, won't ya."

A moment later Kanan and Jien are gone.

The next moment Gonou is in Gojyo's lap, straddling the youkai's waste, and kissing around sharp, tempting fangs. Several minutes pass before either manages to catch their breath. They had been waiting for their siblings to leave for far too long.

"Fuck." Gojyo growls, his face illuminated by a large grin.

"By all means." Gojyo grins back. "I wish we had gotten rid of them sooner." Still straddling Gojyo most happily, Gonou wraps his arms around Gojyo's neck and tilts his head towards the door. "Walk me home? It's not far."

"Home?" Gojyo says with clear disappointment. "What happened to by all means?"

Gonou dips down to lick Gojyo's slightly parted lips. He pulls back with a promising grin. "You will be invited up." He says breathily, "Isn't it nice to have that kind of absolution?"

Gojyo thinks it most certainly is.

It is not easy for the two to disentangle themselves, but once they have, flushed and buzzing from adrenaline, they make it to Gonou's little hole in the wall in less than five minutes. The apartment isn't much, small, cozy, and quite a bit more untidy than Gojyo would have ever guessed. They don't immediately make it inside the apartment, however, which may account for some of Gojyo's shock.

Upon first reaching the door they spent several minutes pressed up against it, trying to find different points of leverage that were never satisfactory. Finally opening the door and remaining attached through most of entering the apartment, what finally separated them was the bookshelf that deemed it appropriate to topple over upon their entrance. The amazing thing is, Gojyo doubts the books strewn about because of the shelf have little to do with the chaos.

"Tell me your bedroom is at least a little cleaner. I don't need much space, but we've had enough problems with the chair, that alley, and the door." Gojyo leans down to stop Gonou from trying to pick up the books on the floor. It would take far too long for any amount of tidying to actually help. He grabs Gonou's wrist and tugs, bringing the brunette's face close to his. "I want to fuck you properly. Maybe knock some of that smugness out of you."

Gonou's eyebrows both rise at this, challenging such a bold claim. "Oh?" Gonou grabs Gojyo by the back of the neck and tugs back, just enough to keep their noses from bumping. "I was planning the same thing."

Gojyo grins. "Guess we'll just have to try it both ways."

"My thought exactly."

"Gonou, right?"

"Haha. Yes. Gojyo, was it?"

"That's me. Jien's gonna kill me for this."

"I'm sure Kanan will dispose of me rather efficiently as well."

"Does it bother you?"

Gonou jerks his hold on Gojyo's neck to better kiss the youkai sharply. He ends the liplock with a fierce bite to Gojyo's bottom lip. "I've wanted to fuck you since I first saw you. That doesn't happen very often."

Gojyo licks at the soreness of his lip, not having minded the bite one bit. "Well then." He offers, looking towards the door he can only assume—and hope—leads to a bedroom with a non-cluttered bed.

Gonou understand and agrees. "Wonderful idea."

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Gonou falls back onto the bed with groan. Gojyo has his knee pressed hard against the brunette's groin and is doing everything he can to press down deeper as they sink into the mattress.

The bed had indeed been cleared off and perfectly ready for a late night adventure. It wasn't made, which Gojyo didn't mind actually, but he had issues with the indistinguishable substance he stepped on when crossing the threshold.

Gojyo never bothered to put on a shirt during their evening together, and now that the night has progressed so perfectly he makes quick work of evening things up. Gonou's shirt is tossed into the abyss, missing perhaps a few buttons now as it sails through the air. Gojyo is too impatient to wait much longer before going for Gonou's pants as well.

It is decided that Gojyo is an excellent multi-tasker. He works at the buttons to Gonou's fly while simultaneously sucking on the perfect sinew of Gonou's white throat.

Gonou arches into the feel of a wet tongue, accompanied occasionally by the sting of not always gentle fangs. Not wanting to be one-uped, Gonou must think quickly for something to help him turn the tables back in his favor. Once Gojyo has successfully rid Gonou of his pants, the brunette's takes his chance. He plays the act off well, hoping it will make Gojyo think he is so enraptured he has lost all desire for control.

As hard as possible, Gonou thrusts his hips up—naked now since the brunette rarely wears underwear—and grinds against Gojyo's jeans. The youkai's eyes glaze to a dull blue, his face displaying pure triumphant pleasure, and while his guard is down for that one moment, Gonou makes his move.

Suddenly they are flipped, Gonou's legs wrapped around Gojyo's to hold him in place. Gonou seeks to make things even as Gojyo had before, and removes the offending jeans that are holding Gojyo's erection captive. He is pleased to discover Gojyo shares his same thoughts on the need for underwear.

"Fuck… Fuck." Gojyo pants, his head digging back into the mattress as Gonou takes him in hand and gives a swift tug. The brunette's own length is standing at attention, just below Gojyo's own, and the possibility of them moving the smallest bit closer and meeting is a terrible tease. "I…shit…I was…uhhh…you…bastard."

This is how Gonou likes the game to be played. "I said we'd share. I didn't say who'd get to go first." He says silkily. The longer strands of his hair are sticking to his shoulders and falling into his face. His glasses remain crooked on the end of his nose, making him seem adorably mussed and innocent for a man currently giving a hand job to the demon in his bed.

Gojyo has a sudden urge to take Gonou's glasses off, and does so. He tries to get them to reach the nightstand but fails when Gonou runs his thumb over the wetness of Gojyo's slit. The glasses fall to the floor and Gojyo lets out a sharp cry.

Gasping himself at the sound of Gojyo's enticing voice, Gonou realizes just how little attention his own weeping cock is getting. This must be remedied.

"How experienced are you then?" Gonou asks with a small smirk. He can pretty much guess by tonight's progression that Gojyo is no stranger to sex with another man, but he still has to ask. He is debating whether or not he wants to go to the trouble of finding the lube buried somewhere in his dresser drawer.

Clearly Gonou is also very good at multi-tasking; his hands have yet to let up from stroking Gojyo with those long-fingered hands. "I doubt you're a first timer." Gojyo says, his voice catching on several of the words in a high-pitched break.

"Certainly not."

"Same here. So…I take it you don't mind…a little…experience in your bed."

"Certainly not."

Gojyo grabs a rough handful of Gonou's long, damp hair and pulls the brunette in close enough to smell the sweat on the back of his neck. The scent is intoxicating. Like sex and mint and a need for control. "You're a bit of a tease." Gojyo accuses, still smiling.

Gonou gives the flesh in his grip a tight squeeze.

"A-a-and I…like that." Gojyo manages, referring to the teasing as much as the bold move by his partner. "But now," he says huskily, "Right now…I want you to fuck me."

The lube is definitely unnecessary.

Gojyo is awed by this beautiful human's strength. As quickly as they had switched positions before, Gonou has Gojyo flipped and onto his stomach. Gojyo mourns the loss of that skilled, soft hand, but he cries out again when Gonou offers a sharp bite to his shoulder. Had it been a bite from a youkai, it would have undoubtedly drawn blood.

"And I thought this town would be boring…" Gojyo says.

Gonou releases a laugh, the sound something between sinister and lofty in its pretty pitch. "I am never that, I can assure you." Gonou says. His voice is surprisingly even, but then he has not received the same attention Gojyo has. "Your constitution should be significantly stronger than mine. How prepared are you for a test of that…?"

Necessary or not, the thought of using anything to make him more slick never enters Gonou's mind. He runs a hand along Gojyo's smooth back and over the rounded arc of the youkai's backside, sustaining the moment of anticipation. The not knowing is what has Gojyo trembling. Like a carnival ride, the moment of intensity could come at any time, and only the operator knows exactly when.

"Ahh…shit!"

Gonou has positioned himself finally and merely presses, leaning his weight forward with no more force than a small push. The result is torture for both of them, a gradual impalement that has sweat dripping from pale and tan skin alike. Gonou never denied being a tease, after all.

The first rock back is by Gojyo's power, unable to wait for Gonou before he has to arch back and speed the process. The suddenly deeper connection breaks Gonou of his collectedness and he thrusts forward in response, giving little time in between continued thrusts as they seek a rhythm.

Gojyo is up on his forearms, knees bent and folded beneath him, ass in the air where it meets Gonou. The brunette is also on his knees, leaning over Gojyo completely now with their bodies connected at every angle. Gonou's face rests between Gojyo's shoulders, Gojyo's back presses up into Gonou's chest, and their hips, aligned just right, do not merely rock, they quake.

Gonou's breath picks up, a stream of pleased whimpers escaping him. Gojyo allows a stream of curses, accompanied by the occasional cry. It has been a long time since either had a first time so instantly and invigoratingly passionate.

When they finish, only moments apart from each other, Gonou's hands tighten on Gojyo's biceps hard enough to leave bruises, if the youkai were human, that is.

They collapse forward, Gojyo flat on his stomach and lying uncaringly in the new wet spot on the bed with Gonou flush on top of him. They do not move for several minutes.

"Still up for switching roles?" Gonou asks, when he finally has enough breath in him again to speak.

Gojyo peers over his shoulder through the fine strands of black hanging into his eyes. "Hell yes."

-----

Gonou reminds himself that it is highly probably Kanan will kill him today. He hopes she at least waits until after school. Or better, that she hasn't found out yet. There is the possibility she never will, but Gonou knows better than to rely on chance.

He and Gojyo had a very adult conversation after their adult activities ended. Both agreed it would probably be best of they didn't see each other again, at least not intimately, in case something went horribly wrong and they actually did end up ruining things for their siblings. Neither wants such a thing to happen and they parted on good terms.

Of course, Gonou hasn't been able to get those intense blue eyes out of his mind all day, or the image of tan skin linked and coiled up with his own starkly white legs, which Gojyo found "fucking incredible," and mentioned so more than once. Neither seemed capable of stopping themselves from complimenting the other, for various things. Gonou's pretty face, Gojyo's sharply cut eyes with their bold and dark lashes, Gonou's long legs, Gojyo's broad chest, Gonou's hypnotic smile, Gojyo's deep voice. Every part of them had seemed so accentuated in their moments of passion. Gonou wonders if he really wants to maintain the pact he made with Gojyo at all.

He manages to avoid his sister at work and make a quick exit for home after classes. Delaying the inevitable is always preferable when it comes to Kanan. He has to make a small market run, just for a few essentials, but doesn't think he will have to worry about running into her and facing her wrath. Not yet.

What he really doesn't expect to find is a certain youkai sex god who is suddenly standing right in front of him, buying apples from one of the many stands. Gonou knows he should resist, but his self-restraint has never been that good.

He decides a cliché is in order. "I can't seem to get you out of my mind." He says softly, having snuck up right before the tall youkai to whisper against his neck. "Can I be bold and assume you've been feeling the same way?"

Gojyo is grinning already, but does not yet turn around. "I'm sorry, but…do I know you?"

Gonou puts on an exaggerated look of surprise when Gojyo finally turns around. "Oh my. Do excuse me. I mistook you for someone else." He says and promptly moves to leave.

Gojyo grabs his arm. "Funny, but you ain't gettin' away that easy…Gonou."

"Impressive." Gonou grins. "You remember my name. I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised considering how much you moaned it last night."

The young woman behind the apple cart blushes and pretends not to hear the conversation.

"But then I also remember yours…for much the same reason." Gonou says, and when he speaks again his tongue caresses the name, "Gojyo."

The cart girl blushes harder just from the sultry sound of that.

"I don't suppose you'd accompany me back to my place for some…polite conversation."

If Gonou had thus far suspected Gojyo was only pretending to be happy to see him, the eager expression that fills the youkai's face puts all his fears aside. "There's a little voice in the back of my head telling me to fear the wrath of my older brother, and yet…I can't seem to care right now with you looking so prim and proper. Like you need to be messed up a little."

"Careful." Gonou warns mockingly. "I am a teacher. Don't force me to punish you for inappropriate behavior."

"Tease."

"A tease who delivers, what could be better."

"How far's your place again?"

Gonou pulls in close to Gojyo and speaks with their lips almost close enough to touch. He does not care that the apple cart girl is helplessly staring at them, or that the market is crowded. "Not far at all." He says.

Gojyo tosses the girl enough cash for two, and follows Gonou quickly through the streets.

-----

"We really have to be better about this."

"Totally. When Jien finds out he'll neuter me. Though it is technically his fault for leaving us alone that first night."

"And Kanan's as well. If they don't trust us they should have known better than to leave us to our own devices."

"Exactly. It's not really our fault at all."

"I completely agree with you, Gojyo."

"Thanks." Gojyo pauses. "Any chance you've seen my boxers?"

Gonou cannot help but chuckle. "I'm afraid not. Be smart next time and forget to wear them at all. It's faster that way."

"Next time?" Gojyo purrs.

Gonou really has no control over his smile after that question. "Damn. Did I say that?"

-----

The following day, Gonou finally runs into his sister long enough for her to gush over Jien and thank her dear brother for not messing things up as she had feared. Clearly, he and Gojyo have both been silent enough about their two run-ins for Kanan and Jien to be oblivious. Gonou considers this a blessing, but he isn't about to push his luck.

Having swindled Jien's phone number out of his sister—it being Gojyo's as well since the brothers share their flat—he phones Gojyo and asks if they can meet when he gets off of work. Gojyo agrees. Arriving right on time, which is quite the feet for Gojyo, he and Gonou shut themselves up in the classroom for a good talking.

This must stop. They can't risk getting caught. If they allow a relationship and that relationship sours, it might cause a rift that would upset their siblings. This is bad. They are adults and can—and WILL—beat this long enough to have five minutes together without needing to thoroughly ravage each other.

Yes, they agree, this can and WILL be done. It is for their own good and the good of their siblings. After all, it's not like either of them has trouble finding dates. This is just a passing fling anyway.

They leave the schoolyard together feeling entirely accomplished.

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"So much for that idea."

"It would seem so."

Gonou stretches high above his head, his back aching from being pressed into the headboard for so long by Gojyo's superior strength. Gonou is himself very strong, but Gojyo does have slight weight, height, and species advantage on him.

Both are naked—naturally—sweaty, exhausted, and devoid of possible options concerning their predicament. They just can't seem to keep their hands off each other. They don't even know each other's favorite color, food, recreation, or pastime. There is absolutely nothing holding them together, other than their libidos.

Surprisingly enough, neither really minds.

"Gojyo…"

"Yeah?"

"Good intentions aside, I think the situation is rather hopeless."

"Yep, sure seems that way. Say…mind if I bring a toothbrush over here? Ya know…just in case."

Gonou looks over at Gojyo beside him, the youkai's hair perfectly spiked with sweat and his face flush. "Why not just bring everything?" Gonou suggests, and surprises himself with how much he isn't joking.

"We'll need a bigger place."

"I've been meaning to move anyway."

"So I guess this means we're giving up."

Rolling onto his side to better make his body flush with Gojyo's yet again, Gonou travels his eyes down the still sweat-soaked and enticing body of his new lover. "Decidedly so." He says, and leans down for a kiss that can only end in further recreation.

-----

Watching Jien, Gojyo, and her baby brother moving box after box out of Gonou's apartment, Kanan can only think one thing.

"How did I not see this coming?"

tbc...(yes, with other LATER moments into the dreamworld, though next we will return to the main storyline)

A/N: That was fun. More or less a request from my dear roommate, who pesters me often to get chapters of this posted. You may praise her. This whole section was written because of the idea of these one night stands and the question "Why don't I just bring over a toothbrush." "Why not bring over everything." It just works for this pair.

Some of you may have the mistaken idea that Hakkai is turning into this version of Gonou. It isn't nearly that simple. I have more in store for the boys than I can handle. It's going to be so much fun. Stay with me.

Crim