Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ En Masse ❯ Chapter 7
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By: SocialDegenerate 
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.01.2010 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 261 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Saiyuki Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Comedy / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.01.2010 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 261 | Status: Work In Progress
***I should point out: I’m assuming that the Saiyuki guys have all the knowledge that they had by the end of ‘Reload’, as well as some bits and pieces that I’m not sure they even know in canon. It’s also possible that the rest of this fic could have some light spoilers for that manga series; nothing too serious, though. I’ve also never really seen any Saiyuki anime: I’m running solely from the two series of manga, so some details may be slightly altered at points, I don’t know.***
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Sanzo, Aya and Hakkai filed into the study after Omi, with Hakkai diplomatically placing himself between the still-fuming pair. Omi was clearly trying his best to ignore the tension in the room, and with his back to the other three, he couldn’t see the filthy glares being exchanged between the blonde and redhead.
Opening up a number of files, Omi began gesturing to the screen as he rapidly spoke. “I started investigating Korin Pharmaceuticals. When I managed to hack into their system, there were a number of misplaced files, and that seemed really weird. There was a bizarre encryption on ‘em when I eventually found them, and so I had to…”
Sanzo had very little interest in the hacking adventures of the youngest Weiss member; although his body language implied that he was listening, his mind had wandered when Omi had begun to get technical.
From the corner of his eye, when Hakkai leant forward for a closer look at the screen, Sanzo could see Aya. The man wasn’t even trying to hide his disinterest; his gaze was darting all across the room.
‘He really is a good-looking little prick…’ When Aya looked towards Sanzo, the blonde turned his head for just a split second before looking back at the screen; ergo he missed the light flush that crept over the redhead’s cheeks, accompanied quickly by a venomous glare.
“…and, after I pieced together those particular files, I found that there is some sort of major research going on at the company’s facilities. The signs pointed towards it being genetics, and get this: the main team is headed by the company’s president.”
Sanzo found nothing of interest whatsoever in that statement, and he felt his gaze beginning to slide around the room again. It was solely because of this that he saw a most odd occurrence…
“This is the company president: Takatori Masafumi.” The name meant nothing to Sanzo, but he could see that it obviously fired up one of the room’s occupants.
As Omi read the name, Aya’s eyes widened, before narrowing into an expression that was harsher than anything Sanzo had ever witnessed. The man’s entire body tensed, and there was a small drop of blood that ran down from where Aya’s nails had dug into his palm.
Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the flood of tension vanished, leaving only a blank mask over the redhead’s features.
The others didn’t notice a single thing, and the sole trace that suggested that Sanzo hadn’t simply imagined the whole incident was a small red mark, where Aya had pressed his bleeding palm against his light-coloured shirt.
Sanzo filed the name that Omi had mentioned into his memory for future reference; it had obviously meant something very important to the enigmatic man standing on Hakkai’s other side.
“I also discovered that the company has recently acquired an anonymous benefactor; now, I can’t be completely certain about this, but it seems that the new backer is some sort of highly influential figure in China.”
Sanzo snapped his face back towards the screen, where Omi was pointing to some completely indecipherable sections of code. A Chinese financier? Was it related to the research being done regarding the mutant Youkai?
“Is there any way to find out who it is?” Hakkai’s quiet tone broke through Sanzo’s contemplation, giving voice to the question that blonde had been thinking himself.
Omi swung his chair around, facing the other three men. He shook his head, mouth twisting sadly. “They’ve been very careful not to mention any name whatsoever, even in the encrypted files.”
Sanzo sighed. ‘Why can’t the evil assholes slip up every once in a while? They’re always just so damned perfect…’
“But there’s one more thing. On the same date that the new funds appeared, references to a new scientist also popped up. It’s possible that this man is connected to the mysterious sponsor.” Omi rolled his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, deep in thought.
“Did he have a name?” This time, it was Aya who spoke. The man looked perfectly calm, but Sanzo couldn’t lose the memory of that finely-boned face contorted in tense rage for an all-too-brief moment.
Something of the man’s inner self had appeared in that second, and Sanzo wanted to know why. It was a certain morbid curiosity.
However, thoughts of Aya were pushed to the back of Sanzo’s head with Omi’s next line. “The man is referred to solely as Doctor Ni.”
‘Ni Jianyi…that fucker!’
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Back in the living room, Yohji and Gojyo had found themselves alone. As soon as Omi had taken three of the group away, Gojyo had flopped back down into Yohji’s lap, reaching his hand up to trace over the slightly-stubbled chin above him.
Ken had taken one look at the men on the couch and high-tailed it from the room, grabbing Goku along the way and muttering something about food.
Yohji had laughed, thinking about how perceptive Ken could be when he wanted to. That’d soon stopped when he’d looked back down, and seen the look of pure lust on Gojyo’s face.
Using speed that seemed faster than what a human could achieve, Gojyo was suddenly straddling Yohji’s tightly-clad legs, pushing his groin down to connect with the blonde’s own.
“They could come back at any second, y’know.” Despite his words, Yohji had a leer on his face and he was running his hands up under Gojyo’s shirt. The redhead shivered, making his tone as seductive as he could to answer.
“But that just makes it so…much…hotter…” He nipped at Yohji’s neck between the last three words, the blonde man’s hands slipping around to his back to press him even more firmly against Yohji’s growing erection.
Gojyo moaned at the pleasure of the contact, but the noise was swallowed up as experienced lips closed over his own, Yohji’s tongue slipping into his open mouth. Tanned fingers gripped lightly in messy blonde hair, but they were forced to momentarily let go as Yohji slipped Gojyo’s tank top over his head and onto the floor.
Getting lost in another kiss, Gojyo’s hand began to instinctively creep downwards, opening Yohji’s pants just enough so that his fingers could reach inside.
Yohji moaned, breaking the kiss as he forced his eyes to open back up. The sound cut off as he caught sight of four men in the doorway; though that number was quickly reduced as Omi let out a weak squeal and dashed towards the kitchen.
Gojyo, noticing the sudden tension in Yohji’s body, looked over his own shoulder to the source of the disturbance. Sighing in mock irritation, he removed his hand from Yohji’s jeans, buttoning the man back in again and standing up. “So, I’m guessing from the looks on your faces that there’ll be no five-way tonight. Damn.”
The next moment, Gojyo was ducking as Sanzo’s fan flew towards his face, Hakkai was looking utterly scandalised, Yohji had tipped onto his side across the couch from laughter, and Aya was simply…blank.
Sanzo stomped into the room, grabbing his fan before taking another swing at Gojyo, just for good measure.
“Stupid horny bastards,” the blonde muttered as he walked towards the door, “I’m leaving.”
“Ah, I believe I’ll join you, Sanzo. I’m assuming that we’ll see you tomorrow, Gojyo?” Hakkai’s voice seemed odd to the kappa, but for the life of him he couldn’t decide why.
“Yeah, ‘Kai. Oh, and If you’re looking for the monkey, he’s in the kitchen…I think.”
Hakkai nodded, walking after Sanzo without another word. As he turned, his elbow brushed against Aya’s stomach, but to Gojyo’s utter shock there was no polite apology. Generally, Hakkai didn’t even need to make contact to apologise; something was wrong with this picture.
Crimson eyes flicked back and for the between the doorway and the couch, Gojyo trying to decide whether he should go after Hakkai or not. Eventually, the need to make sure that his best friend was okay overruled his libido, and the kappa grabbed his shirt before dashing out of the room, shoving past Aya in his hurry.
Raising a single eyebrow as his gaze followed Gojyo, Aya turned and left in the opposite direction. Yohji was left to his own devices in the living room, a situation which he really didn’t like.
Being bitched at was bad; being completely ignored was worse.
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“Hakkai! Wait, ‘Kai!” Ignoring the fact that it was ridiculously early in the morning, and most of the people in the surrounding buildings would have been asleep, Gojyo ran up to the healer, shouting. ‘Damn, but he walks fast…outside already?’
“Please, Gojyo, have a little consideration. People are probably trying to sleep.” Hakkai didn’t turn towards his friend; instead, he merely kept walking forwards, head held high.
Face wrinkled in confusion, Gojyo reached out and grabbed Hakkai’s arm, forcing him to stop walking and turn around. The redhead didn’t release his grip, but he did soften his hand from forceful to comforting.
“What the Hell’s going on, ‘Kai? Something’s seriously up with you tonight…today?”
The brunette brushed Gojyo’s hand away, stepping back to stay out of his reach. Hakkai didn’t miss the flash of hurt that crossed tanned features, lit only by a weak streetlight; he answered only with a mask of pure detached courtesy.
“You need to talk to me, Hakkai. It’ll only hurt worse if you bottle everything up. Seriously, just look at San-…”
“How can I talk to you when you’re never around?”
Gojyo’s sentence was cut short, but his mouth stayed open in disbelief. The brunette’s mask had finally fallen, replaced by an angry expression and a hissed tone that wouldn’t have been out of place coming from Sanzo.
Blinking in silence, the kappa went to reach out for his best friend, only to drop his hand when Hakkai flinched away. The brunette turned to the side, throwing his head back and closing his eyes to the night.
“Gojyo, I…it’s ridiculous, but…I miss you.” The anger was gone, replaced by a deep sadness that Gojyo recognised with a flash of panic. This was what the redhead called Hakkai’s ‘Kanan Voice’: the tone that the healer used whenever the pain of the past became too much for him.
“I don’t understand, ‘Kai…do you think I’m abandoning you?” The pieces were slowly starting to fall together for Gojyo, even if the picture made no sense whatsoever.
“I don’t know what I think anymore!” Hakkai’s voice took on the slightest hint of hysteria, before the man cleared his throat and turned back to Gojyo, lowering his head until their eyes were even. “Gojyo, I really don’t feel like having this conversation right now.”
‘Shit, the mask is back,’ Gojyo realised with dismay. It looked like Hakkai was going to keep everything to himself again…not likely, if Gojyo had anything to say about it.
“Hakkai. You’re my best friend; you’ve saved my life so many goddamned times that if I thanked you for every single one, we’d be here for weeks. I voluntarily joined up with Kritiker to make sure that we wouldn’t be separated. Before we got shipped to this fucking country, we lived together for years. I trust you more than I do anyone else; and beyond that, I love you. I might not be in love with you, but I definitely love you, ‘Kai.”
There was a small smile from Hakkai, almost invisible in the dimly-lit street. Gojyo took a tentative step forward, and when the brunette opened his arms, Gojyo grabbed the shorter man in a hug.
There was nothing sexual about the contact, and neither was Gojyo’s mind on seduction when he pressed his lips against a silver-cuffed ear, whispering softly. “You know me, ‘Kai: when I know something isn’t going to last, I try to get as much of it as I can as quickly as possible. Whatever it is that I have with Yohji, it’s going to turn to nothing more than friendship as soon as we get sent home. He understands that, and we’re both just trying to enjoy the moment. You’d be fully welcome to enjoy the moment with us, if you want…”
Gojyo felt his friend’s shoulders start to shake, and for a split second he thought that Hakkai had begun to cry. When the brunette started laughing aloud, though, Gojyo couldn’t help but join in. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’, then!”
“Yes, I think you’d better, Gojyo. You’re more than enough for me, so I think that having Yohji in bed as well would put a little too much strain on my poor body. Oh, and I suppose that if you’re running around with Yohji, you’re not risking your life by flirting with Sanzo, so that’s always a positive.”
Gojyo pulled away from Hakkai, his smile disappearing as his face turned perfectly serious. “There’s something I want you to always remember. I might fuck Yohji, I might fuck women, and I’ll hopefully fuck Sanzo’s cute little ass one day, but you’re always going to mean more to me than any of them. Just because I’m sleeping with someone else doesn’t mean that I don’t need you; after all, sex between us is just a fun bonus tacked onto our friendship. The only one of them that I’d ever be friends with is Yohji, and he’s definitely too much of a bad influence to replace you.”
Hakkai looked at the ground, and although Gojyo couldn’t make out the brunette’s face anymore, he had a sneaking suspicion that the other man was blushing furiously. Just as Hakkai raised his face, about to speak, he was cut off by Sanzo appearing in the street with Goku in tow.
“Finally got it through your fat head, did we, you idiot half-breed? Good, because I won’t have you fucking my team up simply because you’re horny.” The priest breezed through the alley, interrupting the quiet moment. Gojyo didn’t bother replying, just flipping the bird to the back of Sanzo’s head.
When the blonde stopped and turned, Gojyo was hit by an irrational fear that Sanzo had eyes in the back of his head. He certainly didn’t expect the priest’s next comment, and he sure as Hell had no witty comeback.
“Oh, by the way, kappa: I’m a top. The chances of me bottoming for you are somewhere below zero.”
With that, Sanzo walked away, ignoring Goku’s rapid-fire questions about what that had meant, and whether he could get some food. Gojyo just stared at the disappearing figures, until finally turning to Hakkai with a lecherous grin. “Fuck me, he heard that and I’m still alive! You’re okay with the idea of me letting him take my ass, right? Because if you’re not, speak up now and I won’t go any further.”
Hakkai shivered slightly, the idea more than okay with him- Hell, the idea of his two ridiculously good-looking teammates together like that…
“Ah, I think I can allow that, Gojyo. Unless I’m severely mistaken, Sanzo just indirectly hit on you. I can tell how much you want it; feel free to go right ahead.”
He truly was fine with the scenario; Hakkai understood that it was in Gojyo’s nature to follow his dick wherever it wanted to go, and his insecurities had been soothed by Gojyo’s kind words. He’d known perfectly well that the redhead wasn’t going to leave him alone, but there was some small part of his brain that had whispered about how much more handsome, how much more experienced, and how much more fun Yohji was than himself.
He’d just needed reassurance; and that was what he had received. Even if he had come out looking more like a jealous boyfriend than a platonic mate.
“You’re the best friend a guy could wish for, Hakkai. Now, next time just slap me upside the head and tell me to come home. Don’t let shit build up, because the last thing I want is for you to be feeling bad.”
“Alright, Gojyo. I will.”
The redhead beamed, grabbing Hakkai and lifting him up slightly in a tight hug. “Now, let’s go get some sleep, beautiful. Just give me a sec to go tell Yohji that I’m going back to the hotel, alright?”
Hakkai nodded, expecting to be left in the street until his friend returned. However, when Gojyo let him out of the hug, his arm was grabbed and he was tugged back into the house behind the Koneko.
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Yohji was still on the couch, debating whether it was better to go upstairs and enjoy his comfortable bed, or to conserve energy and just crash in the living room. He looked up at the sound of soft laughter, and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Gojyo wandering through the doorway with his arm slung over Hakkai’s shoulder.
“Sorry, Yohj, but I’m going back to the hotel tonight. It’s been too long since I’ve had any quality time with ‘Kai.”
Although he was being ditched, Yohji didn’t feel any resentment towards the brunette. Judging by Gojyo’s actions just before he’d run out of the room, something had been pretty wrong; something that had just been fixed up.
“See you two later, then. Don’t keep Hakkai up too much longer though, you kinky bastard.” With a wink, Yohji alleviated any guilt that Gojyo might have been feeling, and the pair in the doorway waved their goodbyes. Sitting back up again, Yohji finally gathered the will to move to his room, lazily standing up and wandering through the house.
Walking through the hallway, he closed his eyes and yawned loudly, only to have the breath knocked out of him as he connected hard with someone else. Emerald eyes snapped open, only to simultaneously regret looking into Aya’s furious glare, and be ecstatic that he caught the man in the rare half-naked moment between leaving the shower and retreating to his room.
What? The man had perfect abs.
“Sorry ‘bout that, Ayan.” The line was delivered with a bright smile, leaving no doubt that Yohji felt no remorse whatsoever. Aya seemed to forget that fact that he usually tried to avoid being in any state of undress around the lecherous blonde, instead holding his ground to chew Yohji out.
“Well, maybe if you didn’t constantly have your head in the fucking clouds, you’d be more aware of what was going on around you. I’m serious, Kudoh: you’re damn near becoming a hindrance to…Kudoh, my face is up here.” Aya’s tone changed from furious to insane when he realised that the blonde wasn’t paying any attention to the lecture, rather choosing to stare at the swordsman’s bare torso while he had the opportunity.
Yohji laughed, still not looking up: he’d heard that line once or twice in his time- though never from a man. “I know that. And it’s a very nice face, it really is, but I get to see that all the time. You know, I might just have to confiscate all your shirts; this is a good look for you.”
Yohji could have sworn that he heard it when Aya’s temper snapped; almost as if there was an audible breaking sound. Still, the fist that hit his jaw came as a shock and he didn’t have time to dodge the blow. Falling back as Aya stood over him, Yohji prodded along his jaw, feeling the pain spike through his face.
Despite all that, he couldn’t resist taking one more chance to make the other man as uncomfortable as possible. “Ouch, that’s gonna leave quite the mark…but hey, I’m on the ground now. Wanna join me? Hallway sex is always really hot, believe me.”
Aya’s bare foot cracked against his ribs, though it didn’t seem to do much more than bruise the area. The blonde groaned in pain, even though he knew that both hits had been fully deserved. He just didn’t know when to stop…
Stepping over Yohji’s curled-up form, Aya wrenched the door to his room open only to pause and look back at the man on the ground. Voice layered heavily with venom, he practically spat out the words, “You’re all talk, Kudoh. Just leave me the fuck alone!”
Hand wrapped around his ribs, Yohji decided to rest in the middle of the hall for a while longer as he considered Aya’s parting shot.
All talk? That couldn’t possibly mean…Aya wanted to see some action? No. He must have meant something else…right?
A slow smile spread over Yohji’s face, regardless of the fact that the pull on his tender jaw made it throb harder. He’d had more than his fair share of two-in-the-morning hallway confrontations, but this might just have turned out to be the most interesting of them all.
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Sanzo, Aya and Hakkai filed into the study after Omi, with Hakkai diplomatically placing himself between the still-fuming pair. Omi was clearly trying his best to ignore the tension in the room, and with his back to the other three, he couldn’t see the filthy glares being exchanged between the blonde and redhead.
Opening up a number of files, Omi began gesturing to the screen as he rapidly spoke. “I started investigating Korin Pharmaceuticals. When I managed to hack into their system, there were a number of misplaced files, and that seemed really weird. There was a bizarre encryption on ‘em when I eventually found them, and so I had to…”
Sanzo had very little interest in the hacking adventures of the youngest Weiss member; although his body language implied that he was listening, his mind had wandered when Omi had begun to get technical.
From the corner of his eye, when Hakkai leant forward for a closer look at the screen, Sanzo could see Aya. The man wasn’t even trying to hide his disinterest; his gaze was darting all across the room.
‘He really is a good-looking little prick…’ When Aya looked towards Sanzo, the blonde turned his head for just a split second before looking back at the screen; ergo he missed the light flush that crept over the redhead’s cheeks, accompanied quickly by a venomous glare.
“…and, after I pieced together those particular files, I found that there is some sort of major research going on at the company’s facilities. The signs pointed towards it being genetics, and get this: the main team is headed by the company’s president.”
Sanzo found nothing of interest whatsoever in that statement, and he felt his gaze beginning to slide around the room again. It was solely because of this that he saw a most odd occurrence…
“This is the company president: Takatori Masafumi.” The name meant nothing to Sanzo, but he could see that it obviously fired up one of the room’s occupants.
As Omi read the name, Aya’s eyes widened, before narrowing into an expression that was harsher than anything Sanzo had ever witnessed. The man’s entire body tensed, and there was a small drop of blood that ran down from where Aya’s nails had dug into his palm.
Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the flood of tension vanished, leaving only a blank mask over the redhead’s features.
The others didn’t notice a single thing, and the sole trace that suggested that Sanzo hadn’t simply imagined the whole incident was a small red mark, where Aya had pressed his bleeding palm against his light-coloured shirt.
Sanzo filed the name that Omi had mentioned into his memory for future reference; it had obviously meant something very important to the enigmatic man standing on Hakkai’s other side.
“I also discovered that the company has recently acquired an anonymous benefactor; now, I can’t be completely certain about this, but it seems that the new backer is some sort of highly influential figure in China.”
Sanzo snapped his face back towards the screen, where Omi was pointing to some completely indecipherable sections of code. A Chinese financier? Was it related to the research being done regarding the mutant Youkai?
“Is there any way to find out who it is?” Hakkai’s quiet tone broke through Sanzo’s contemplation, giving voice to the question that blonde had been thinking himself.
Omi swung his chair around, facing the other three men. He shook his head, mouth twisting sadly. “They’ve been very careful not to mention any name whatsoever, even in the encrypted files.”
Sanzo sighed. ‘Why can’t the evil assholes slip up every once in a while? They’re always just so damned perfect…’
“But there’s one more thing. On the same date that the new funds appeared, references to a new scientist also popped up. It’s possible that this man is connected to the mysterious sponsor.” Omi rolled his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, deep in thought.
“Did he have a name?” This time, it was Aya who spoke. The man looked perfectly calm, but Sanzo couldn’t lose the memory of that finely-boned face contorted in tense rage for an all-too-brief moment.
Something of the man’s inner self had appeared in that second, and Sanzo wanted to know why. It was a certain morbid curiosity.
However, thoughts of Aya were pushed to the back of Sanzo’s head with Omi’s next line. “The man is referred to solely as Doctor Ni.”
‘Ni Jianyi…that fucker!’
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Back in the living room, Yohji and Gojyo had found themselves alone. As soon as Omi had taken three of the group away, Gojyo had flopped back down into Yohji’s lap, reaching his hand up to trace over the slightly-stubbled chin above him.
Ken had taken one look at the men on the couch and high-tailed it from the room, grabbing Goku along the way and muttering something about food.
Yohji had laughed, thinking about how perceptive Ken could be when he wanted to. That’d soon stopped when he’d looked back down, and seen the look of pure lust on Gojyo’s face.
Using speed that seemed faster than what a human could achieve, Gojyo was suddenly straddling Yohji’s tightly-clad legs, pushing his groin down to connect with the blonde’s own.
“They could come back at any second, y’know.” Despite his words, Yohji had a leer on his face and he was running his hands up under Gojyo’s shirt. The redhead shivered, making his tone as seductive as he could to answer.
“But that just makes it so…much…hotter…” He nipped at Yohji’s neck between the last three words, the blonde man’s hands slipping around to his back to press him even more firmly against Yohji’s growing erection.
Gojyo moaned at the pleasure of the contact, but the noise was swallowed up as experienced lips closed over his own, Yohji’s tongue slipping into his open mouth. Tanned fingers gripped lightly in messy blonde hair, but they were forced to momentarily let go as Yohji slipped Gojyo’s tank top over his head and onto the floor.
Getting lost in another kiss, Gojyo’s hand began to instinctively creep downwards, opening Yohji’s pants just enough so that his fingers could reach inside.
Yohji moaned, breaking the kiss as he forced his eyes to open back up. The sound cut off as he caught sight of four men in the doorway; though that number was quickly reduced as Omi let out a weak squeal and dashed towards the kitchen.
Gojyo, noticing the sudden tension in Yohji’s body, looked over his own shoulder to the source of the disturbance. Sighing in mock irritation, he removed his hand from Yohji’s jeans, buttoning the man back in again and standing up. “So, I’m guessing from the looks on your faces that there’ll be no five-way tonight. Damn.”
The next moment, Gojyo was ducking as Sanzo’s fan flew towards his face, Hakkai was looking utterly scandalised, Yohji had tipped onto his side across the couch from laughter, and Aya was simply…blank.
Sanzo stomped into the room, grabbing his fan before taking another swing at Gojyo, just for good measure.
“Stupid horny bastards,” the blonde muttered as he walked towards the door, “I’m leaving.”
“Ah, I believe I’ll join you, Sanzo. I’m assuming that we’ll see you tomorrow, Gojyo?” Hakkai’s voice seemed odd to the kappa, but for the life of him he couldn’t decide why.
“Yeah, ‘Kai. Oh, and If you’re looking for the monkey, he’s in the kitchen…I think.”
Hakkai nodded, walking after Sanzo without another word. As he turned, his elbow brushed against Aya’s stomach, but to Gojyo’s utter shock there was no polite apology. Generally, Hakkai didn’t even need to make contact to apologise; something was wrong with this picture.
Crimson eyes flicked back and for the between the doorway and the couch, Gojyo trying to decide whether he should go after Hakkai or not. Eventually, the need to make sure that his best friend was okay overruled his libido, and the kappa grabbed his shirt before dashing out of the room, shoving past Aya in his hurry.
Raising a single eyebrow as his gaze followed Gojyo, Aya turned and left in the opposite direction. Yohji was left to his own devices in the living room, a situation which he really didn’t like.
Being bitched at was bad; being completely ignored was worse.
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“Hakkai! Wait, ‘Kai!” Ignoring the fact that it was ridiculously early in the morning, and most of the people in the surrounding buildings would have been asleep, Gojyo ran up to the healer, shouting. ‘Damn, but he walks fast…outside already?’
“Please, Gojyo, have a little consideration. People are probably trying to sleep.” Hakkai didn’t turn towards his friend; instead, he merely kept walking forwards, head held high.
Face wrinkled in confusion, Gojyo reached out and grabbed Hakkai’s arm, forcing him to stop walking and turn around. The redhead didn’t release his grip, but he did soften his hand from forceful to comforting.
“What the Hell’s going on, ‘Kai? Something’s seriously up with you tonight…today?”
The brunette brushed Gojyo’s hand away, stepping back to stay out of his reach. Hakkai didn’t miss the flash of hurt that crossed tanned features, lit only by a weak streetlight; he answered only with a mask of pure detached courtesy.
“You need to talk to me, Hakkai. It’ll only hurt worse if you bottle everything up. Seriously, just look at San-…”
“How can I talk to you when you’re never around?”
Gojyo’s sentence was cut short, but his mouth stayed open in disbelief. The brunette’s mask had finally fallen, replaced by an angry expression and a hissed tone that wouldn’t have been out of place coming from Sanzo.
Blinking in silence, the kappa went to reach out for his best friend, only to drop his hand when Hakkai flinched away. The brunette turned to the side, throwing his head back and closing his eyes to the night.
“Gojyo, I…it’s ridiculous, but…I miss you.” The anger was gone, replaced by a deep sadness that Gojyo recognised with a flash of panic. This was what the redhead called Hakkai’s ‘Kanan Voice’: the tone that the healer used whenever the pain of the past became too much for him.
“I don’t understand, ‘Kai…do you think I’m abandoning you?” The pieces were slowly starting to fall together for Gojyo, even if the picture made no sense whatsoever.
“I don’t know what I think anymore!” Hakkai’s voice took on the slightest hint of hysteria, before the man cleared his throat and turned back to Gojyo, lowering his head until their eyes were even. “Gojyo, I really don’t feel like having this conversation right now.”
‘Shit, the mask is back,’ Gojyo realised with dismay. It looked like Hakkai was going to keep everything to himself again…not likely, if Gojyo had anything to say about it.
“Hakkai. You’re my best friend; you’ve saved my life so many goddamned times that if I thanked you for every single one, we’d be here for weeks. I voluntarily joined up with Kritiker to make sure that we wouldn’t be separated. Before we got shipped to this fucking country, we lived together for years. I trust you more than I do anyone else; and beyond that, I love you. I might not be in love with you, but I definitely love you, ‘Kai.”
There was a small smile from Hakkai, almost invisible in the dimly-lit street. Gojyo took a tentative step forward, and when the brunette opened his arms, Gojyo grabbed the shorter man in a hug.
There was nothing sexual about the contact, and neither was Gojyo’s mind on seduction when he pressed his lips against a silver-cuffed ear, whispering softly. “You know me, ‘Kai: when I know something isn’t going to last, I try to get as much of it as I can as quickly as possible. Whatever it is that I have with Yohji, it’s going to turn to nothing more than friendship as soon as we get sent home. He understands that, and we’re both just trying to enjoy the moment. You’d be fully welcome to enjoy the moment with us, if you want…”
Gojyo felt his friend’s shoulders start to shake, and for a split second he thought that Hakkai had begun to cry. When the brunette started laughing aloud, though, Gojyo couldn’t help but join in. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’, then!”
“Yes, I think you’d better, Gojyo. You’re more than enough for me, so I think that having Yohji in bed as well would put a little too much strain on my poor body. Oh, and I suppose that if you’re running around with Yohji, you’re not risking your life by flirting with Sanzo, so that’s always a positive.”
Gojyo pulled away from Hakkai, his smile disappearing as his face turned perfectly serious. “There’s something I want you to always remember. I might fuck Yohji, I might fuck women, and I’ll hopefully fuck Sanzo’s cute little ass one day, but you’re always going to mean more to me than any of them. Just because I’m sleeping with someone else doesn’t mean that I don’t need you; after all, sex between us is just a fun bonus tacked onto our friendship. The only one of them that I’d ever be friends with is Yohji, and he’s definitely too much of a bad influence to replace you.”
Hakkai looked at the ground, and although Gojyo couldn’t make out the brunette’s face anymore, he had a sneaking suspicion that the other man was blushing furiously. Just as Hakkai raised his face, about to speak, he was cut off by Sanzo appearing in the street with Goku in tow.
“Finally got it through your fat head, did we, you idiot half-breed? Good, because I won’t have you fucking my team up simply because you’re horny.” The priest breezed through the alley, interrupting the quiet moment. Gojyo didn’t bother replying, just flipping the bird to the back of Sanzo’s head.
When the blonde stopped and turned, Gojyo was hit by an irrational fear that Sanzo had eyes in the back of his head. He certainly didn’t expect the priest’s next comment, and he sure as Hell had no witty comeback.
“Oh, by the way, kappa: I’m a top. The chances of me bottoming for you are somewhere below zero.”
With that, Sanzo walked away, ignoring Goku’s rapid-fire questions about what that had meant, and whether he could get some food. Gojyo just stared at the disappearing figures, until finally turning to Hakkai with a lecherous grin. “Fuck me, he heard that and I’m still alive! You’re okay with the idea of me letting him take my ass, right? Because if you’re not, speak up now and I won’t go any further.”
Hakkai shivered slightly, the idea more than okay with him- Hell, the idea of his two ridiculously good-looking teammates together like that…
“Ah, I think I can allow that, Gojyo. Unless I’m severely mistaken, Sanzo just indirectly hit on you. I can tell how much you want it; feel free to go right ahead.”
He truly was fine with the scenario; Hakkai understood that it was in Gojyo’s nature to follow his dick wherever it wanted to go, and his insecurities had been soothed by Gojyo’s kind words. He’d known perfectly well that the redhead wasn’t going to leave him alone, but there was some small part of his brain that had whispered about how much more handsome, how much more experienced, and how much more fun Yohji was than himself.
He’d just needed reassurance; and that was what he had received. Even if he had come out looking more like a jealous boyfriend than a platonic mate.
“You’re the best friend a guy could wish for, Hakkai. Now, next time just slap me upside the head and tell me to come home. Don’t let shit build up, because the last thing I want is for you to be feeling bad.”
“Alright, Gojyo. I will.”
The redhead beamed, grabbing Hakkai and lifting him up slightly in a tight hug. “Now, let’s go get some sleep, beautiful. Just give me a sec to go tell Yohji that I’m going back to the hotel, alright?”
Hakkai nodded, expecting to be left in the street until his friend returned. However, when Gojyo let him out of the hug, his arm was grabbed and he was tugged back into the house behind the Koneko.
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Yohji was still on the couch, debating whether it was better to go upstairs and enjoy his comfortable bed, or to conserve energy and just crash in the living room. He looked up at the sound of soft laughter, and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Gojyo wandering through the doorway with his arm slung over Hakkai’s shoulder.
“Sorry, Yohj, but I’m going back to the hotel tonight. It’s been too long since I’ve had any quality time with ‘Kai.”
Although he was being ditched, Yohji didn’t feel any resentment towards the brunette. Judging by Gojyo’s actions just before he’d run out of the room, something had been pretty wrong; something that had just been fixed up.
“See you two later, then. Don’t keep Hakkai up too much longer though, you kinky bastard.” With a wink, Yohji alleviated any guilt that Gojyo might have been feeling, and the pair in the doorway waved their goodbyes. Sitting back up again, Yohji finally gathered the will to move to his room, lazily standing up and wandering through the house.
Walking through the hallway, he closed his eyes and yawned loudly, only to have the breath knocked out of him as he connected hard with someone else. Emerald eyes snapped open, only to simultaneously regret looking into Aya’s furious glare, and be ecstatic that he caught the man in the rare half-naked moment between leaving the shower and retreating to his room.
What? The man had perfect abs.
“Sorry ‘bout that, Ayan.” The line was delivered with a bright smile, leaving no doubt that Yohji felt no remorse whatsoever. Aya seemed to forget that fact that he usually tried to avoid being in any state of undress around the lecherous blonde, instead holding his ground to chew Yohji out.
“Well, maybe if you didn’t constantly have your head in the fucking clouds, you’d be more aware of what was going on around you. I’m serious, Kudoh: you’re damn near becoming a hindrance to…Kudoh, my face is up here.” Aya’s tone changed from furious to insane when he realised that the blonde wasn’t paying any attention to the lecture, rather choosing to stare at the swordsman’s bare torso while he had the opportunity.
Yohji laughed, still not looking up: he’d heard that line once or twice in his time- though never from a man. “I know that. And it’s a very nice face, it really is, but I get to see that all the time. You know, I might just have to confiscate all your shirts; this is a good look for you.”
Yohji could have sworn that he heard it when Aya’s temper snapped; almost as if there was an audible breaking sound. Still, the fist that hit his jaw came as a shock and he didn’t have time to dodge the blow. Falling back as Aya stood over him, Yohji prodded along his jaw, feeling the pain spike through his face.
Despite all that, he couldn’t resist taking one more chance to make the other man as uncomfortable as possible. “Ouch, that’s gonna leave quite the mark…but hey, I’m on the ground now. Wanna join me? Hallway sex is always really hot, believe me.”
Aya’s bare foot cracked against his ribs, though it didn’t seem to do much more than bruise the area. The blonde groaned in pain, even though he knew that both hits had been fully deserved. He just didn’t know when to stop…
Stepping over Yohji’s curled-up form, Aya wrenched the door to his room open only to pause and look back at the man on the ground. Voice layered heavily with venom, he practically spat out the words, “You’re all talk, Kudoh. Just leave me the fuck alone!”
Hand wrapped around his ribs, Yohji decided to rest in the middle of the hall for a while longer as he considered Aya’s parting shot.
All talk? That couldn’t possibly mean…Aya wanted to see some action? No. He must have meant something else…right?
A slow smile spread over Yohji’s face, regardless of the fact that the pull on his tender jaw made it throb harder. He’d had more than his fair share of two-in-the-morning hallway confrontations, but this might just have turned out to be the most interesting of them all.
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