If he still had any doubts that something was and had been going on behind his back, they soon vanished altogether when he finally resolved to follow the two, caught sight of their clothes dangling from a long and crooked branch, found them up against a tree in the deep of the woods.

Darting up, red eyes widened. "Hakkai!" Gojyo winced, and his bare shoulder twitched forward.

Sanzo looked up, brushed his own bare shoulder against his moist lips. As much as he looked the least stunned, especially with that scowl, the little quaver in his voice didn't quite back it. "...What the fuck're you doing here."

Riveted, in spite of himself, Hakkai looked down between them, noted how Sanzo wouldn't move, wouldn't unwrap his hand from Gojyo's naked penis.

Glancing away, Hakkai could hardly hear himself when he finally said,

"...I would like to watch you."

+

One of them was moaning now. It would sound like Gojyo, but unless he looked Hakkai wouldn't know, as he had yet to hear him moan, that way, all these three years. Only, it couldn't be Sanzo, as Hakkai was a little closer to Sanzo, and the moan sounded like it was a little farther from him.

Oh. So this was how Gojyo moaned when he...

"Hakkai, I thought ya wanted to watch."

Ah.

Hakkai pressed his monocle against the bridge of his nose. He probably would've preferred to stare longer at the grass about his feet, however Gojyo was right, after all.

It was not immediate, but Hakkai did pull his gaze up from the grass not long afterwards. When he managed to blink again, his eyes first found Sanzo's mouth. It was taut and twisted, dropping open in time with the soft and peal-like sound Hakkai could hear over his own strained breathing. A more solid and deeper sound would spill forth from Gojyo, his reddened and glistening bottom lip hung slack. The way Gojyo's face was writhed, Hakkai could suppose he was in some kind of pain, only less pronounced than what he could see on Sanzo's tightly drawn brows.

Aroused, in spite of himself, Hakkai clutched at the sleeves of his tunic, being careful that he didn't cling hard enough to tear the dark green cotton cloth. He'd never failed to be careful, all the same.

Then, Gojyo was starting to shove against Sanzo, holding tight on to Sanzo's hips -- or it was more, holding Sanzo's hips tight, his fingernails sinking themselves into the pale flesh of Sanzo's hips. Sanzo was, had always been, light-skinned and light-haired, and to Hakkai, now, this couldn't be any more unmistakable against the dark vivid red of Sanzo's penis that he could see hard and upright against his stomach. Right then, Hakkai ached to brush his mouth against... Certainly, it would please him to take a long look at Gojyo's penis, too, however he wasn't so rude as to ask Gojyo if he could possibly pull out of Sanzo for a quick moment.

Only now did Hakkai press a wrist to his forehead, sliding it along the dotted trail of sweat that threatened to soak his bandanna. He wasn't quite as wet as Sanzo and Gojyo were, however, even though they'd rid themselves of their clothes. Above, the leafy shade could apparently hold off no more of the raging and suffocating sunshine.

Odd that he should think of suffocating, now.

He had to look away then, off into the direction from where they all three came. When he felt eyes on him, seconds later, "Do you think Goku and Hakuryu are all right?" he thought he had better ask.

"Huh."

"Well, if Goku wakes and finds none of us there..."

"Hakkai, the monkey just got started on his nap."

"That's true, Gojyo, but --"

What cut him short, that Hakkai never saw coming, was the severe back of a hand against his jaw, whipping his face back to his two companions.

"If you're going to watch, just watch," Sanzo gritted. The extent of his ire was made more palpable to Hakkai by the growing taste of blood on his lip. Odd that it didn't feel it was that hard a blow.

Right then, if he was so inclined, Hakkai could've reached out and gripped Sanzo by the throat, watched his down-turned purple eyes grow wide with every squeeze of his hand. Nonetheless, he merely licked his bottom lip when Gojyo paused from all his shoving and yelled into the back of Sanzo's ear. "The fuck ya had to hurt 'im for?!" Not for the first time did Hakkai ache to caress that sharp and scarred cheek. Gojyo, truly, was and had always been too caring, so now Sanzo ground back against him because, apparently, he would have no more of his misplaced emotion. It seemed to work, too, as Gojyo could do no more than utter a breathy moan and shove into Sanzo, as he had been doing.

Hakkai could feel his groin starting to hurt, fixed his gaze on the two at last. And quietly, seriously, he watched.

They, too, would watch him as he watched them, though not for too long, perhaps only to make certain he was watching them indeed.

Sanzo pressed his brow against his right arm that he'd pressed against the tree trunk, that Hakkai could barely see his chakra now. Gojyo was swearing under his breath as he pressed harder against Sanzo, and Hakkai ached to draw away the tangled strands of red hair that'd stuck to the sides of his neck. Sanzo was moaning again, moaning a little louder when he wrapped his own hand around his penis.

Harder, Hakkai pressed his folded arms against his stomach. With enough restraint to still his own hips, at the very least, he stood a mere couple of inches before Sanzo and Gojyo, watched Gojyo fuck Sanzo, fuck Sanzo, squinting as he watched, because it somehow hurt his eyes to look at too-pale skin for so long, but still he watched, until he could no longer hear anything but the violent rush of blood in his ears and see anything other than a blurry mass of red and yellow.

...

They were panting now, all three of them.

When Hakkai managed to blink again, his eyes found Gojyo and Sanzo still joined, gasping audibly for breath, looking only at him.

Odd that he felt more drained than he should have.

...

...What was he doing here again?

"You're shaking."

Sanzo's voice came out raspy, unfamiliar, and it didn't quite agree with Hakkai after a while, nor did the way Gojyo had settled his cheek on Sanzo's shoulder. He placed a cold hand over his mouth.

"Hakkai -- hey you awright, man?"

Promptly Hakkai nodded, and the next moment he was sick all over their bare feet.

END