Goku was all smiles. He could just sit here all day and massage all ache off Sanzo's shoulders and back.

...but now he could hear his belly grumbling.

"Sanzo," Goku whined, "can I eat first?"

"No," came the spat reply. "Rub harder, bakasaru."

Sighing, Goku moved to Sanzo's nape and began to knead the stiffened muscles around it.

When Sanzo arched under his hands, Goku felt heavy discomfort between his legs. And as Sanzo released the softest moan, Goku felt even hungrier still.

Suddenly his eyes caught Sanzo's lap...and Sanzo's own bulging discomfort under his robes.

Goku's lips smacked.

"Itadakimasu!"

+

It was the moment Gojyo pulled himself out of Sanzo...that he realized he didn't want to.

He still wanted to fuck Sanzo. He didn't want to stop fucking Sanzo. This damn monk lying splayed beside him, panting and tilting his pretty face away from the sunbeams that singed the pale nudity of his body.

Hard as steel again in no time, Gojyo flipped over and replaced his naked self on top of the blond.

"What the fuck're you doing," Sanzo snarled.

Gojyo fit himself into the wet rim of Sanzo's entrance, grinning, "A guy -- can you fucking believe this??"

+

Bracing himself for the first thrust, Sanzo closed his eyes...

...only to open them again once it came.

...

Hakkai wasn't big. Not even like Sanzo was in some respect.

Not that Sanzo was hung like a stallion, but he was fairly... substantial.

...

Hn, well. At least Hakkai didn't reek of women's privates like Gojyo.

...

Hn. Still...

Sanzo reached for his lit cigarette.

"Sanzo?"

Blowing out an impeccable smoke ring, he glanced up at the frowning Hakkai.

"Aren't you being a little rude?"

"Shut up and keep fucking," Sanzo snorted. "Trust me, you don't want me to be rude right now."

+

Hakkai smiled at Gojyo rocking earnestly over him. He threaded his fingers through the long scarlet strands kissing his face, gathering them behind Gojyo's head.

"...Get a haircut, Gojyo."

"...why."

"Oh, I don't know... It just occurred to me."

"I'll cut it, sure..." Gojyo laced his own fingers in short brown hair. "...when you've grown yours this long," and rubbed Hakkai's shoulder.

"Deal."

Hakkai entwined his legs around Gojyo, as Gojyo moved faster inside Hakkai.

Heated moans filled the room.

"Ahhgnh... Kenren..."

"...Mmmnnh... Tenpou..."

...

They froze. Clutching each other's hair, Gojyo and Hakkai traded bewildered looks and chorused,

"What??"

+

Hakkai awoke to a still weight on his back, and a sticky hunk of flesh lodged in his buttocks. He smiled, recalling the wildest romp of his life last night.

But now dawn has come, and Hakkai's pinned body was starting to grow numb.

He nudged a shoulder. "Gojyo, could you get off me now?"

"...hnngh... Go back to sleep, Hakkai," Gojyo murmured.

Hakkai winced. "I can't, not like this... … ...Gojyo?"

"Fuck, Hakkai," Gojyo grumbled, "I'm not gettin' off."

"All right," Hakkai sighed. "Then could you at least tell Sanzo to get off you? You two are crushing me."

+

Goku tiptoed to the crack in the doorway and peered in. Sure, so Sanzo had just yelled at him to scram, but he didn't care. Why did they want him out of this, anyway?

Inside, Sanzo, Gojyo, and Hakkai sat at the table. Hakkai was wearing the most solemn face.

"Okay, Hakkai," Gojyo spoke. "Spill it."

Scowling, Sanzo leaned back in his chair. "This better be good."

"Not really." Hakkai took a deep breath. "Sanzo, Gojyo… I'm pregnant."

Sanzo bolted out of his seat.

"I'm serious, Sanzo," Hakkai pleaded.

"H-how the fuck can you even get pregnant, anyway?!" cried Gojyo.

"I don't know…but that isn't really the problem."

Sanzo and Gojyo stared, gaping.

"The problem," Hakkai continued, "is that I don't know which of you two is the father."

"The fuck?!"

Sanzo put his gun to his head and cocked it.

"Sanzo, noooooo!" In tears, Goku barged into the room.

And then he woke up.

Oh. Just a dream.

Appeased, Goku looked over to his three sleeping companions beside him…and gawked.

Gojyo lay on Hakkai's left, Sanzo on Hakkai's right, both of them holding each of Hakkai's hands.

...

Goku dove for Sanzo's gun and chucked it out the window.

+

It disgusts him more each day. Hearing their voices. Like when Hakkai chuckles at some shit blurted out by Gojyo or Gojyo snickers at some crap murmured by Hakkai. Even when they just say each other's name. He loathes it especially when he rooms next to Hakkai and hears more than he wants to hear behind the wall. This...thing...those two have between them. It disgusts him more and more.

And yet...what fucking sickens him most of all...is the hope that they'll catch him scowling too long at them, and ask,

"Wanna join, Sanzo?"

because he knows he won't refuse, anyway.

+

"Oh, no." The clothes are wet again, as it seems suddenly troublesome for him pulling them off the clothesline.

He catches a voice coming from the house, calling his new name, and through his soaked hair he makes out the tall silhouette of his friend in the doorway, his frantic hand motions bidding him to hasten and get out of this downpour.

So Hakkai obliges.

The rain still carries the taste of blood, as it always has, but he supposes he'll be rid of it, perhaps, once he steps inside the house and slips his tongue deep into Gojyo's mouth.

+

There was little light in the monk's room to greet Gojyo, even less the second he pulled the door shut behind him. Nonetheless, he dumped himself onto the chair that faced the side of the bed.

In the bed, just out of the flimsy light of the moon through the window, Sanzo lay on his belly smoking a cigarette. A bed sheet lay spread over him from the waist down, his pale bony shoulders sticking out in the black and all that cloth.

"I've run out of smokes," Gojyo declared, slouching.

Sanzo gave a soft grunt. "Shame you're not getting mine." He neither moved nor faced away from the window.

"Too bad, huh?" The springs creaked when Gojyo brought a bare foot up onto the edge of the bed.

Grayish-blue smoke coiled thickly around Sanzo's head. He took a hard drag before, "How'd you unlock the fucking door."

"Ch, tease," Gojyo smirked, even wider so when he caught the hem of the bed sheet between his toes and tugged it off to reveal Sanzo's bare backside. "The hell the door was locked."

Either the cigarette fell from his fingers or Sanzo tossed it away the moment Gojyo deserted his seat.

+

To Hakkai's surprise, Gojyo wouldn't let the matter drop and even followed him back to the kitchen.

"Gojyo--"

"Hell no, Hakkai, I know I wasn't just hearing things." The coffee mug appeared to tremble in Gojyo's grip.

"...How many dumplings again did Goku say he wanted?"

Still, "I heard you," Gojyo persisted. "The monk was fucking moaning and you were fucking calling his name."

"Ah. ... The rooms here apparently haven't any walls."

"So you were fucking."

Hakkai turned to the sink with an almost-smile, remarking, "You have bad ears, only, Gojyo. ...It wasn't Sanzo's name I was calling out."