After waiting sitting there long enough to get pins and needles, Gojyo heaved himself up from the head of the stairs and padded his way back down the mostly black hallway. He dragged slackly on the stick between his teeth, one hand digging into his empty pocket and the other running up and down the bareness of his chest.

Apparently, though, he'd made a drastic miscalculation of the time, for when he opened the door to the tiny inn room and stuck his head in, its two occupants had yet to finish.

It sounded like it in the dark.

The familiar soft grunting sounds from Hakkai could only mean someone was thrusting himself into him. And Sanzo seemed to be thrusting pretty hard into Hakkai, too, if that gratingly whiny sound of the bedsprings was distinct enough an indication.

...all at once, it irritated the shit out of Gojyo. Made him want to slam the fucking door. Slam it excessively hard and loud. Loud enough to wake the stupid monkey in the next room --

-- but Gojyo caught himself before he could do it... at the same time that Sanzo spoke to him.

"Shut the door," the monk snapped.

Gojyo's fist squeezed around the doorknob. "Don't fucking order me around, you --"

"Gojyo?" It was Hakkai now, his always-gentle and quiet voice tight with apprehension.

"Yeah," Gojyo replied, a tad more gruffly than he'd intended. "'Thought you'd be done by now."

Sanzo made a rough little sound of seething annoyance. "Just get in already and shut the damn door."

Rendered stunned, for the most part, by the fact that Sanzo hadn't snarled at him to get lost, Gojyo found himself doing exactly as he was told. Then, feeling like an absolute idiot not knowing what to do next all of a sudden, he groped for the other, empty bed a few steps away from the door. He sank his weight down on the groaning mattress, on the side away from the other bed, to sit facing the half-shuttered window. From outside came the steady pitter-patter of rain, harsh and noisy against the metal roof of the inn kitchenette. This drowned out, somehow, whatever disagreeable sound from behind him.

Gojyo blew his smoke out with a hiss. "Che," he muttered to the window, "fuck you damn rain anyway," because for some reason he hadn't yet fully grasped, the rain did always manage to put Sanzo in the worst of moods. Did Hakkai, too, most probably, but Gojyo never could tell for sure because Hakkai was never brash enough to let the world know it. With Sanzo, though... The monk would act twice the cold, surly prick he was every time it rained, though it usually was by way of ignoring everyone completely and keeping to himself -- which was actually fine by Gojyo, in any case; not his problem: had always been his thought, except that tonight, it'd come crashing out of nowhere... to become just that.

He'd known it to be too good to be true, after all, that he and Hakkai were to share a room alone tonight -- the first time in months since they'd set out for the west -- for just as they'd settled into bed in the midst of impassioned foreplay, Sanzo had picked it the most feasible time to rap at their door and inform them, quite seriously, that,

"I can't sleep."

SO FUCKING WHAT? would've been Gojyo's instant response, if only Hakkai hadn't been a fraction more instantaneous with his own response:

"I understand."

Before Gojyo could find the first word to express his bewilderment, he'd felt a warm, gentle hand rubbing his stiffening back, Hakkai's warm breath a silky caress in his ear:

"This shouldn't take long, Gojyo, but you might want to wait outside."

And in a matter of seconds he'd found himself standing out in the cold black hallway, faced with nothing but the shut door of his room where inside remained Sanzo, who couldn't sleep, and Hakkai, who understood why Sanzo couldn't fucking sleep.

...

What the shit??

Slow to come out of it, Gojyo had at first felt disgusted, betrayed, and miffed all at once, and with sudden relentless thoughts of the past many rainy nights, he couldn't help but speculate this was probably not the first time Sanzo had made it known to Hakkai that he couldn't sleep.

Still, for all the jealousy it'd stirred in him, Gojyo couldn't bring himself to damn the whole wrongness of the situation, knowing in his heart that his Hakkai didn't really feel anything significant for Sanzo, and that the only reason the selfish, flinty monk would even seek Hakkai was because he couldn't muster enough depravity to touch his stupid pet monkey (yet), and Sanzo was cocksure Hakkai was only too much of a considerate, obliging friend to decline him in any way.

Huh, of course. That was what Hakkai was for. To be there for the Sanzo-ikkou. There to cook for them, clean up after them, tend to their wounds... bend over for them... Hakkai always did stuff for them. Especially Sanzo. For some screwed-up reason, Hakkai always did what Sanzo would ask of him. Sometimes Sanzo wouldn't even need to ask.

Sullenly, Gojyo ground out the glowing tip of his cigarette on the wall. He wedged his lean fingers through the long strands of his scarlet hair, forcing his head still between his hands as he leaned forward with his elbows dug into his knees. The sound of the groaning bedsprings behind him seemed only to grow louder now, and faster, and with it, Hakkai's own groans. Sanzo, on the other hand, was fairly quiet. In the thick haze of his mind, Gojyo could picture the monk right then gritting his teeth, struggling to bite back his moans. He had to be. Being inside Hakkai...

Fuck.

Biting back his own moans Gojyo rocked himself on the bed. He ripped down the zipper of his fly, his breathing ragged as he tried to stroke off the pain along his erection.

Ah, shit. He'd be fucked if they left him out of this now, now that he was here.

Swinging his legs over to the other side, Gojyo fumbled for the small nightstand between the beds, nearly knocking over the unfinished can of beer he'd left there. Finding the lamp momentarily, he pressed on the switch to spill bleak yellow light over the beds.

At the sight of the joined, rocking bodies before him, Gojyo felt his swollen cock throb even harder in his grasp. In only his loose white nightshirt, Hakkai lolled on the bed on his forearms and knees, his raised naked hips caught in Sanzo's clasped hands as the kneeling monk, slick with sweat in those black sleeveless top and jeans he hadn't bothered to take off, ground his bare groin unfalteringly against Hakkai's ass. Both had their eyes closed and mouths open, Hakkai's breaths leaving his sheeny lips in soft little moans.

And Gojyo was no fool to hold out much longer. He lunged down to his knees beside the bed and took Hakkai's face in his hand, and as Hakkai's dark green eyes flew open in surprise, Gojyo brushed away the thick brown locks that grazed his bad eye and linked their mouths fast with a desperate kiss. He rubbed himself hard against the side of the mattress, bruising Hakkai's lips with severe caress, swallowing his every soft little moan.

After a moment, Gojyo had to break the kiss reluctantly, if only so he wouldn't cause a crick in Hakkai's neck with his head tilted at such an awkward angle.

"Gojyo," Hakkai breathed out, and it didn't sound at all like Hakkai was just uttering his name. Then Hakkai's hands gripped a little tighter at the sheets, his eyes squeezing closed once anew from the intensity of Sanzo's pounding --

-- Gojyo's red gaze darted up. Sanzo's down-turned eyes were still closed, and not a single sound had yet to tumble out of his parted mouth. His head was tilted a slight way back, damp strands of his flaxen hair sticking to his pale forehead, obscuring the little red mark of the Houshi-sama in the center. Gojyo couldn't remember a time he'd seen Sanzo looking so wet and so brilliant and so... intense, and he found himself admitting, as much as it irritated him, how beautiful Sanzo was. Not that he'd never admitted it a hundred times before.

But, fuck that for now -- how long was the bastard planning on fucking Hakkai, anyway?!

Rubbing the heavy ache in his arousal, Gojyo now picked himself up from the floor and padded the couple steps around to the foot of the bed, where Sanzo's discarded robes pooled. Hm. With Sanzo there kneeling before him, his ass level with Gojyo's crotch, Gojyo had only to pull his pants down and...

"Mnmnngh."

Hell, the damn monk had better not complain -- 'Its' only fair: you screw my Hakkai, I screw you.' And thus Gojyo positioned himself smack behind Sanzo, but just as he was to tear Sanzo's jeans down his legs, he felt cold, hard steel pressing against the narrow space between his eyes. He grimaced. '...where the fuck'd he been hiding his gun??'

"Let's see you try it," Sanzo gnashed, looking over his shoulder with menace narrowing his amethyst eyes. It did little to scare the half-youkai, however, even with that deadly barrel right in his face, until Gojyo heard Hakkai's alarmed voice plead out,

"Sanzo, don't!"

At once Gojyo took a step back, suddenly positive from that cry that Sanzo was going to pull the trigger if he didn't. He stepped aside a little away from the bed, Sanzo guarding every inch he moved as he lowered his pistol.

Gojyo watched frozen on his bare feet as Sanzo and Hakkai brought their union to an end, half-gaping at the now-lucid realization that he could've well just fucking died back there, until he felt gentle hands on his hips. Hakkai, now sitting up on the bed, was drawing Gojyo towards himself, and before Gojyo could see it coming he felt his naked half-erection slipping into Hakkai's hot, tight mouth. He heard a full moan escape himself, his hands jumping to grasp at Hakkai's shoulders.

Sanzo now sat laboring for breath on the other bed, an arm slung across the nightstand, head bowed. Gojyo screwed his blurring eyes on Sanzo's radiant yellow hair, as Hakkai tucked a massaging hand under Gojyo's balls and sucked him all the harder. Gojyo wove his fingers through Hakkai's soft brown hair and looked down at the precise moment Hakkai looked up, those sad, lovely eyes speaking only the most earnest words to him. I'm sorry, Gojyo, they said. I'm sorry it has to be like this. And then Hakkai sucked harder still, as though trying to convince Gojyo's own cock of his apology. Partly in response, and partly in reflex, Gojyo clutched all the tighter at Hakkai's hair, and as climax came rushing at last he had to contain himself from rocking harder and thrusting deeper into Hakkai's mouth.

When Hakkai eventually let him go, Sanzo appeared to cast them a little glance, downing what beer was left in the can on the nightstand.

"Hey," Gojyo huffed, "I don't remember saying you can have my drink too." Not that he minded it a whole lot, but, this guy had just robbed him of one hell of a pleasurable night after all and almost blown his head off merely in defense of his precious little monk-ly ass. Gojyo couldn't remember tonight being Be-Extra-Kind-to-Blond-Dicks-in-Foul-Mood Night.

Sanzo uttered nothing, though, when he pried the can away from his mouth, and for a moment Gojyo even thought those were glassy amethyst eyes Sanzo had nailed to the floor.

What the hell was it with the rain, anyway?

Meanwhile, pulling the thin, faded blanket over the pale nakedness of his lower body, Hakkai now sat himself back against the pillows making space for Gojyo beside him.

Only half caring to fasten his fly, Gojyo began to slide down under the too-small blanket next to Hakkai, and it was only then that he'd noticed Hakuryu slumbering in its little makeshift bed in the corner, and that...

"It's stopped raining."

This time Sanzo grunted, tilting his head back to finish his beer.

At that moment, the door creaked halfway open.

"Um, Hakkai...you seen -- Sanzo! There you are! You left me all alone in that room! What're you doing here? Hakkai, is Gojyo suppose'to sit that close to you? Sanzo --"

"Urusai," Sanzo lashed out, scowling at Goku in the narrow doorway. "Go back to bed, you stupid monkey."

"Not until you do!" Goku whined. "I'm not gonna let you cheat, Sanzo, I beat you at mahjong fair 'n square so you hafta room with me tonight no matter what!!"

"Hey we did have a deal, ya know."

Sanzo shifted his scowl right to Gojyo.

Throwing a smirk Sanzo's way, "Right, Hakkai?" Gojyo nuzzled him unwittingly in the throat.

"Aah!" cried Goku. "That's -- Hakkai, why d'ya let him do that??"

Hakkai could only manage a shaky little laugh.

"'Cause it's nice, moron," Gojyo simpered at the now-blushing Goku. "Try it on Sanzo, you'll see."

"Eeehh? --"

-- Sanzo crushed the empty can in his trembling fist just then, and flatly declared, "I'll follow in a minute, idiot," eliciting a strangely delighted sound from his roommate. "...to sleep, you dumb ape, not to --!!"

But Sanzo's words were already too late to reach Goku, for he'd promptly bounded off now into the hallway.

The two men looking on tittered in unison.

"Imbeciles," scowled Sanzo. Shortly he pushed himself at last off the bed and, after snatching his robes from the foot of Gojyo and Hakkai's bed, turned wordlessly to the open door.

In quiet Gojyo and Hakkai watched him make his way out, until Sanzo paused in the doorway to tell them, his back straight and without a glance in their direction, "We're leaving break of dawn. Get enough sleep." Then the door shut emphatically behind him.

Gojyo had to grunt. Of course, the ever high and mighty Sanzo-sama couldn't just put it, thank you for the fuck, Hakkai, 'appreciate the beer, Gojyo, now could he?

Hakkai was the first to speak after a moment. "You know, Gojyo," he uttered, just under his breath, "Goku's the only one Sanzo truly cares about."

"... Heh, I know," Gojyo shrugged, pressing the tip of his finger gently against the tip of Hakkai's nose, "that's prob'ly why Sanzo won't let anyone do him up the ass -- he's saving himself for his stupid monkey."

"You suppose so?"

"Damn sure of it."

A slow, contemplative nod. "I hope... I hope Goku figures that out. ...soon."

"Yeah, soon like tonight soon," mumbled Gojyo. He reached across Hakkai for the lamp, and then in the darkness made to snuggle into the slender body that was all warmth and softness and comfort.

"You're not using the other bed?" wondered Hakkai.

"Nope. 'Was never my plan to, anyway."

"... Gojyo, about --"

"Quiet," slurred Gojyo, heaving a weary sigh. "Ya don't have to explain shit for that monk. This' his fucked-up way of dealing with the goddamn rain, I know."

"But --"

"I'm dyin' to sleep, Hakkai. Save that for tomorrow, alright?"

"Oh. ...all right."

With that, Gojyo felt Hakkai snuggle in turn against him, a slim arm winding around his waist. Gojyo draped his own arm over Hakkai's shoulders, sinking his face in the sweet-smelling softness of Hakkai's hair, and finally closed his eyes. The scent of sex and sweat that wasn't their own still lingered in the sheets and in the damp air, but Gojyo was content enough not to let it bother him.

For he knew that right here, lying in this hard, squeaking bed with his Hakkai, he, unlike some people he knew, was going to sleep well and tight tonight.

END