Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Unseen Smile ❯ Aftermath for a New Chapter ( Chapter 5 )

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Aftermath for a New Chapter

 

Hakkai was not hoping for this, but Ni Jieni's death had caused the Council to double its efforts to destroy him and Gojyo as well. Lirin looked at them, worry stressing her small childish features. It had been more than a month since they Ni Jieni's death but the media continued to make stories speculating who and why he was killed.

 

“I think we overlooked the Council's reaction over his death,” she said thoughtfully as they watched the ongoing interview. Jien and Kougaiji were busy trying to over ride GSCE Technologies in order to access the company's records, and hopefully find a trace of who the next president will be.

 

“Well, we did assume that maybe the Council would want their mess to be cleaned up by us,” Hakkai said slowly. “We just didn't expect them to react like this.”

 

“Hell, I just thought that when we got back into business, those bastards who tried to kill us were just too damn happy to get their hands on our necks,” Gojyo muttered. “Didn't think that they were working for the Council.”

 

“Me either,” Hakkai admitted. “I was just thinking that these people were the same scumbags after my `title'. It only recently occurred to me that they were being paid off by the Council.”

 

“But I am kinda disappointed in them,” Gojyo said and leaned back to light a cigarette. “The guys they sent after us are rather sloppy compared to the first assassins they hired.”

 

Lirin nodded in agreement. “Seems unlikely for the Council to send second-rate assassins after you, and sloppy ones at that.”

 

“Maybe they're just desparate,” Kougaiji mused from the computer.

 

“Or maybe they're planning something big,” Jien commented and leaned back on the chair. “So far, the president's position is still open and no word or transactions has been made concerning this vacancy.”

 

“They could be planning something big,” Lirin commented. “So it's best if we didn't get too cocky or else we jeopardize the whole operative.”

 

“We know, we know,” Gojyo said with a flip of his cigarette. “But the operative could cut as some slack after all of this is over.”

 

“The question is how do we get these things over and done with?” Hakkai said slowly. “When we don't even know where to start looking for information.”

 

“GSCE Technologies no longer functions as it used to,” Jien said slowly. “From the files we've seen, it seems like the whole staff is just working as a normal company, ever since Ni Jieni died.”

 

“We could conclude from this point that Ni Jieni could be working alone and not necessarily the whole company,” Kougaiji said slowly. “Or we could also say that the company is just being on a low profile for now.”

 

“Well, continue working on those data, I suppose,” Lirin said and turned around to leave. “Gojyo, Hakkai, scout around for trouble.”

 

“Aye, aye, madam,” Gojyo agreed with a sarcastic smile. Lirin shot him a withering look before exciting the room. Hakkai could only shake his head and pull Gojyo to the door.

 

“Come on,” Hakkai said, slowly pulling him along. “We have a lot of trouble to scout as long as you're around.” Gojyo rumbled something about how Hakkai gets on his nerve. After a while, there was a resounding silence that settled in the room.

 

After they had left, Jien looked at Kougaiji expectantly.

 

“What?” Kou asked with a peculiar look on his face. Jien smiled knowingly, even a bit teasingly at him.

 

“Jealous?”

 

“WHAT?” Kou practically shouted the question and caused several heads to turn at their direction. Kougaiji waved a hand to tell them that it was nothing even as his face became flushed.

 

“And defensive too,” Jien said with a wave of a finger. Kou flushed even more.

 

“I don't know what you're talking about Jien,” he said and turned back to the files he was reading.

 

Jien could only laugh even louder and decided to let Kougaiji simmer in his own juices.

 

---

 

“You never answered my question,” Gojyo said as he slowly scanned the parameter, watching the faint glow on the computer. Hakkai was busy scouting the place with a binocular, flicking the infrared seeker from time to time.

 

“What question would that be?” He asked without taking his eyes off the parameter.

 

“If you've ever done it with Kougaiji,” he asked flippantly, as if the topic was of no great importance at all. Hakkai couldn't help but smile at the obvious intention of his partner.

 

“Do you want the lurid details of our relationship?” Hakkai asked in the same tone. Gojyo flicked the cigarette from his mouth, obviously irritated by his insolence.

 

“You could be such a prick sometimes, Hakkai,” He said in distaste. The other man could not contain his amusement and proceeded in laughing. “Sweet but a prick nonetheless,” he added.

 

“Didn't I answer that before?”

 

“If you had answered that before, I wouldn't be asking you the same thing now, would I?”

 

“What is it with you and that topic?” Hakkai asked, suddenly interested at Gojyo's irritation. “Is it some kind of requirement that all your boyfriends be virgins?”

 

“Boyfriends, that sounds lame,” Gojyo muttered.

 

“Lovers, then?” Hakkai repeated with a smile, a sarcastic one at that which made Gojyo even more irritated.

 

“Oh never mind,” Gojyo said and lit another cigarette. “If you don't want to answer it then fine, don't.”

 

“Well, we never had enough time for that,” Hakkai answered thoughtfully. “Cause I was always out for foreign assignments and when I was around, Kougaiji was usually having his own projects so he'll be late at work.”

 

“That didn't bother you?”

 

“No sex? Yeah, it didn't bother me,” Hakkai said with a smile. “Would it bother you if we didn't have sex?”

 

“What is it with this sex topic anyway?” Gojyo asked as he blew out a puff of smoke. Hakkai only replied with a smile and pointed back at him. “What about me?”

 

“You started this topic remember? You asked me about Kougaiji, remember? And I only followed the topic you were presenting in the first place,” he answered, the smile plastered on his face. Gojyo answered with a `hmp' and went back to the computer and his smoking.

 

After a few minutes of comfortable silence between the two, Hakkai flopped down beside Gojyo and brushed away some strands of hair straying towards his face. Gojyo looked up, half in surprise, half in wonder.

 

“Why are you so gentle towards me, Hakkai?” Gojyo said quietly. “You're so different from the man I see fighting, from the man I see holding the sword.”

 

Hakkai continued to smile but Gojyo noticed that this one was tainted with confusion. Sometimes, even he wondered if those smiles were for real or just one of Hakkai's ways of covering up his true feelings. Come to think of it, he rarely sees him smile.

 

“I don't know why, I just do, I guess,” he answered cheerfully. “Maybe because you've changed so much and that you deserve some kindness, sweetness or whatever it is, from me. Remember, I did treat you like dirt before because you were such an ass-wipe Gojyo. But I'm so happy you've become bearable now,” he finished with a grin and with a slight tilt of the head that Gojyo found cute.

 

“I never really knew how to, you know, be around guys,” Gojyo said slowly. “And besides, I was kinda thinking it over myself.”

 

“What were you thinking over?” Hakkai said with a look of concern. Gojyo immediately looked away, a crimson wave washed over his whole face.

 

“About falling in love with a…guy,” he said slowly. “Kinda hard to understand my feelings you know…”

 

Hakkai laughedsofty. He knew exactly what that meant and knew what it felt like to be confused.

 

“I was kinda just trying to, you know, make you feel miserable so I wouldn't have to deal with my own feelings,” he said slowly. “Kinda wanted you to hate me and everything…”

 

“Well,” Hakkai said with an amused look on his face. “I did hate you for a certain period of time. But come to think of it, you've always been there for me. In some twisted sort of way,” he laughed. “You just somehow manage to place stupid comments here and there.”

 

“Doesn't that also apply to you?”

 

Hakkai made a face and stuck out his tongue at him before returning to making use of his binoculars again.

 

“What do you think is the council planning for us?” Gojyo asked as he continued to take in readings from the computer. Hakkai lowered his binoculars and looked at Gojyo seriously.

 

“Anything to get us out of the way.”

 

---

 

Hakkai quietly unscrewed the cap from his bottled water and took a quick drink from it as he watched Gojyo take a bite from his sandwich. The afternoon had gone wasted due to Gojyo's computer failure and the latter was obviously pissed off at not having some ass to kick.

 

“This day just sucks,” Gojyo said through bites. “We could have gone and watch a movie.”

 

“That's slacking from the job,” Hakkai said with a frown. “And besides, who would take care of the trouble the Council might stir up?”

 

“That's the problem,” he responded with a flick of his sandwich at him, bits of lettuce and tomato spilling on the plate. “We always get to clean things up for them. Why not let them clean up after us from time to time?”

 

“It's our hide they're after not the head honchos,” Hakkai explained slowly. “It's our responsibility to take care of them.”

 

“But they made that mess themselves,” Gojyo said and took a swig at his beer before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “They shouldn't have given you the go-signal with the whole Ni Jieni affair if they weren't prepared to take some serious shit from the Council.”

 

“But they are taking steps to `take care of this mess'. They've given us more than enough information and more than usual equipment, and they seem to be giving us more leniency in our assignments.”

 

“Pssh, they only want us alive because we work good for them,” Gojyo said with a frown. Hakkai wanted to reason out again but it seemed that he was on the losing end of this argurment. His partner had risen some well-thought out points. Points that even he was sometimes pondering on.

 

“Let's not ruin our dinner over this, okay?” Hakkai said with a smile, trying to change the subject into a much lighter one. “Tell me something about yourself, Gojyo.”

 

“I thought we shouldn't ruin our evening?” Gojyo said with a little smile. “Well, I didn't really think that I'd be into this business at such a young age. If my parents haven't died or if my country didn't go into civil war, I'd probably be a doctor or some shit like that. But this was definitely not on my list.”

 

“Well, my father has always been in this business as far as I could remember,” Hakkai said with a smile. “He was the one who trained me, taught me everything I needed to know. He even sent me to some of his friends in Japan to learn sword fighting.”

 

“My gut tells me you don't find that piece of information something to be proud of.”\

 

“Is it something to be proud of?” Hakkai asked, the smile loosening up a bit to reveal a hint of sadness in his eyes. “I've killed so many people I barely even remember why I did so. I was ten when I went into training. How about you Gojyo?”

 

Gojyo face turned into surprise. Ten? He barely even knew what death was at the time. Shit, he barely even cared if their whole country was being torn into two by the uprising.

 

“Fifteen,” he answered slowly. He never expected Hakkai to have been so young in the business. “Is that why you're such a well-known fighter?”

 

“I started in the whole business around thirteen, about a few months after my father died,” he explained. “His higher-ups thought that I was `destined' to fall in his footsteps because I was the only one who inherited his skills. So after that, I was immediately absorbed into the operative and given an assignment.”

 

“But you were too young to handle an assignment,” Gojyo said with a raised eyebrow. Hakkai nodded and looked down at his sandwich.

 

“I guess that wasn't much of a reason for them,” he said slowly. “I figured that it was a win-win situation for them because if I died, then that was that. There was no place for weakness in the operative. If I lived then they had a formidable weapon to replace my father.”

 

“Why not just up and leave them then? We can always find another operative to take us in or we can just work independently,” Gojyo said and took another bite into the sandwich.

 

“Twisted as it may sound but I kind of consider them as family,” he said with a weak smile. “They did take me in after everything even if it was because I was an asset to them. The building was almost like the home I never had, the higher ups the family I never saw.”

 

“How did you handle everything? I mean, not all guys go great after their first mission.”

 

“I know a lot of people would think that being trained and everything and growing up in an environment close to this business that I'd be fine after the first mission, that it'd be a breeze. But when I took that man's life, his blood all over my clothes, my hands, my face, I felt like I was going to go insane,” Hakkai said with a deep sigh and brought his hands to the light as if searching something in the light.

 

“Yeah, I thought that was the case. I always thought that assassins were cool, cold and unfeeling,” Gojyo agreed. “But I guess that just comes around through time. You become numb after a few kills and then you just go through it like a routine. Still, there are some exceptional cases.”

 

“Yeah. Even if we are assassins seen as cold-blooded and made of stone, we still do have a set of moral issues given by the operative. So we are still lucky because they still have a right and wrong sense of judgment.”

 

“I guess,” Gojyo said with a slight shrug. “But we still are cleaning their mess.”

 

Hakkai could only laugh at Gojyo's stubbornness.

 

Meanwhile…

 

Jien slammed against the wall as Kougaiji hungrily devoured his mouth, forcing his tongue in to taste the taller man. He could only moan as he felt Kou tear through his clothing, hurriedly wanting to free him from any constraints. Before he knew it, they were both naked in the living room, passionately touching each other. He wasn't sure how this had started. He didn't even have any idea, how they got from being best friends to lovers. Everything just sort of happened along the way. He did remember Kougaiji mentioning to him that they needed to talk about `them' but after just a few statements and replies, things kind of gotten out of hand. The next he knew was they were both stripping each other in a mad rush to feel each other's skin next to one another.

 

He moaned as Kou's hands traveled down to his hardness, wrapping gentle fingers around the thick shaft. Slowly, his hands were moving, building up in rhythm and pace. The feeling was exquisite, something he had never experienced before. He knew that if Kougaiji would continue this, he would lose control and go over the edge.

 

“Gods, Jien, I've wanted you for so long,” Kougaiji said hoarsely and bit into the soft skin on his neck. Jien moaned out at the pain before realizing that Kou was lavishing the bite with his tongue, soothing it once again.

 

Jien shuddered when he felt Kou's free hand sliding to his rear, lightly circling his opening. Before he could muster a word, he felt a finger force its way in the tight entrance, stretching him, preparing him. With that new sensation, Jien throbbed in Kou's other hand. The other, probably noticing the anticipation mounting in Jien, quickened his pace, moving his hand up and down the hard length.

 

“Kougaiji!” Jien groaned out his lover's name as he reached his climax, seed spurting in the tight grip. As Jien tried to catch his breath, Kou positioned himself to take Jien. Using the sticky liquid, Kou liberally placed it on his aching arousal, using it as a makeshift lubricant.

 

“Fuck,” Kougaiji cursed out in utter passion as he slid himself inside the tight opening. Not for long, both were moving to a rhythm entirely in tune with their bodies. He could feel the heat in his entire body being sucked into his length as it went in and out of Jien.

 

With a guttural cry, Kougaiji finally found release, spilling his seed in the dense hole, filling his lover with his essence. After a few minutes, Kougaiji rolled over and laid beside Jien.

 

“Get some sleep, Jien,” Kougaiji said softly, feeling the exhaustion creep in his system.

 

“Okay, talk about this tomorrow?” Jien asked sleepily.

 

“When we feel like it,” Kougaiji answered and snuggled into the arms of his new found love.

 

---

 

“Kou, hurry up damn it!” Jien yelled as he raced down the hall with a laptop under his arm. “Lirin, will have our necks if we arrive late for the meeting!”

 

“I'm running as fast as my legs could carry me!”

 

“Well run faster!” Jien said as he scrambled to wedge himself between the elevator doors. Kou followed and squeezed himself in. There were a few annoyed mutters from behind them, given that the elevator was already quite full. Jien mumbled a few apologies as he stepped out of the elevator when it reached their floor.

 

“It was that great huh?” Gojyo greeted them as they turned left at the office. He was sitting on the table, smoking and drinking a mug of coffee and looking at them with a knowing smile. After a few minutes of stunned silence, Hakkai emerged from the conference room with his usual smile, neither meaning anything nor blank.

 

“What do you mean it was that great?” Kougaiji asked as he went to his desk and set the laptop down. Jien turned red when he saw Gojyo wink at Hakkai.

 

“Ah, those matters should not be discussed in the office area,” Hakkai said with a wave of his finger and turned at Jien, his face blank. Then with a big smile, he wrapped his arms around Jien and squeezed him tightly.

 

“Ha—Hakkai?” Jien managed to breath out. Hakkai beamed with appreciation and patted Jien on the back.

 

“So glad for you two that you've finally come out into the open!”

 

“Whu-what?” Jien stammered and looked at Kougaiji helplessly, only to find out that the red-head was busy making himself a cup of coffee. “What are you talking about?”

 

“Well, you two can barely walk when we saw you come through the door, let along run,” Gojyo said as he inhaled the sweet aroma. “I'm surprised that you didn't call in sick.”

 

“Well, you should have,” Hakkai said with a smile. “Because the meeting isn't until late afternoon.”

 

Jien could feel his legs start to wobble. He exerted so much effort for nothing.

 

“See, told you we should have just called in sick,” Kou said matter-of-factly. He took a big sip of the coffee even though Hakkai and Gojyo were both trying to restrain Jien from strangling him.

 

“You…” Jien said as he tried to reach for Kou amidst the strong arms pulling him back. Hakkai suppressed his laughter. The office had never been as lively as this. Finally, after managing to subdue Jien and almost choking an apology from Kougaiji, Hakkai and Gojyo sat down on the table facing them both.

 

“Found anything on the Council?” Hakkai asked, shifting the topic to something more serious. Jien nodded and rummaged through his laptop case to produce a folder.

 

“Those are bank transfers made in the recent two days. The yellow highlights mean a big amount was transferred and the orange ones are medium ones,” he explained.

 

“The yellow highlights are all for a certain bank account in Nepal while the orange highlights are directed to a bank account in New York,” Kougaiji explained. “We tried looking up who owns these accounts and found that they were all named after bogus personalities because when we looked them up on the registry, no files came up.”

 

“So they finally make their move,” Gojyo said slowly as he took a glance at the details from behind Hakkai.

 

“And we ready ours,” Hakkai replied.

 

---

 

“I was just thinking maybe we overlooked some things,” Gojyo said as he looked over the number of `assassins' sent out to get rid of them. They had just returned from a small assignment and they were scouting the parameter for any attacks.

 

“What made you say that?” Hakkai asked as he opened his laptop for setup. “Is it because most of the hired-hands were lousy and were only testing us for our skills?”

 

Gojyo laughed. “Seems like we're thinking the same thing.”

 

“I have noticed that their skills vary from weak to clever,” Hakkai said with a thoughtful pat on his chin. “But not enough to truly kill us or seriously wound us.”

 

Gojyo nodded in agreement. “Well, who ever is using them sure is a bastard.”

 

“Sometimes, money does speak louder than morals these days,” he replied with a sigh.

 

“Well, showing how hard life is today, people would do almost anything to get what they want.”

 

“But using other people… isn't that too much?” Hakkai asked with a sad smile. “Sometimes, I wish I was normal, having normal problems…”

 

“Being with normal people?” Gojyo asked with a raise of his eyebrows. Hakkai looked at him in question.

 

“What are you talking about? You're normal, Gojyo. I don't think of you that way.”

 

“But if you think that you're not normal then that makes me the same right? Hakkai, we are in the same business, doing the same things,” he said with a grin. “So if you think you're twisted, then there's someone here to tag along with you.”

 

Hakkai gave him an apologetic smile, trying to hide his embarrassment. Gojyo leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on the lips and leaned forward, letting the tips of their noses touch together.

 

“And in this twisted world that we live in Hakkai, you're all I need to make it normal,” Gojyo said softly. Hakkai smiled, eyes shining with happiness. He had never felt so loved, so important in his life.

 

“And you're all that I need to keep my world pieced together,” he replied with a soft smile.

 

---

 

“This is important and the operatives have branded this assignment as first priority for everyone,” Lirin began her briefing for the meeting. “If you can please open the folders in front of you so we can start the meeting.”

 

“Who's the small fry?” Gojyo asked as he noticed a picture of a boy with dark brown hair, fashionably messed up for his age. The golden eyes that were staring at him were haunting, almost seemed like he was afraid.

 

“This is Goku,” Lirin said and flashed the same picture Gojyo was holding on the LCD screen. “He's eighteen years old and has no records whatsoever. This is him taken when he was 12,” she said and motioned to Jien to flash a different picture. The same boy but with younger features and a more frail body was standing on a podium, hands tied together behind his back and feet tethered by manacles. But what was more disturbing was the fact that this young boy was naked as the day he was born and with men gawking at him, reaching out to touch him. There was a gasp from Hakkai and Gojyo when they saw the picture. Jien and Kougaiji's eyes were hidden from viewing, apparently already aware of what was being shown.

 

“The picture of the auction was taken by a local news reporter, hoping to put a stop to the worsening child trafficking incidents in the area. Goku was bought for 2 million in universal currency by this man,” she continued and motioned again for a change of slide. The slide showed a picture of a middle-aged man, around 45 with glasses, wearing a business suit, walking out of a building with several bodyguards.

 

“This man is once the head of the Council that Ni Jieni worked for.”

 

“Once headed the Council?” Hakkai echoed after her and looked at her in confusion.

 

“Yes because two days after the auction, Martin Johanssen, president of MSI Pharmeceuticals in the Netherlands, was found dead in his apartment,” she explained and then showed them another picture. The same man was drenched in a pool of his own blood, a gun shot would to the head and a piece of wire tied around his neck.

 

“Did the boy do that?” Gojyo asked. “He can't possibly, he's just 12.”

 

“Authorities found a body of a small boy, burnt to ashes in the bathroom,” she continued. “Since they had no records of Goku, they assumed that the body found was his.”

 

“He faked his own death?”

 

“No, Hakkai,” Lirin turned to look at him. “Someone faked it for him. Apparently, the one who killed Johanssen was after Goku.” She nodded her head for the next slide.

 

Lirin showed them a picture of a blond man with droopy purple eyes and a thin mouth forming a frown.

 

“Genjyo Sanzo,” Hakkai breathed out when he saw the picture.

 

“You know him Hakkai?” Lirin and Gojyo asked in unison. Even Jien and Kougaiji looked at him in surprise.

 

“I first saw him during my father's burial but he was way in the back so I didn't notice him until after the ceremonies, and by the time I did, it was too late,” he related to them. “The next and last time I saw him was when I was on assignment to Luxembourg. He was on assignment for Jacques Tynele, the French arms dealer.”

 

“Well, what does this assignment have anything to do with them?” Gojyo asked and flicked over the remaining photos, showing different shots of Sanzo and the boy, Goku.

 

“This is the most recent picture of them, taken last week,” Lirin said and showed them a picture of Sanzo and Goku, wearing normal clothes, eating out at a small café in Italy. The boy was grinning up at the blond, who was busy reading a newspaper and smoking. “But just awhile ago, Jien and Kougaiji managed to intercept a phone call to a certain Chin Iisou, stating that the money has been transferred to his American account and that he should go on as planned in eliminating both Genjyo Sanzo and the boy Goku.”

 

“We're supposed to find them first and save them, right?” Gojyo asked with a knowing smile.

 

“Sanzo's been working independently hasn't he?” Hakkai asked with a serious look in his eyes. “He left his operative because he didn't want them to take the burden of having the Council after him and the boy.”

 

Lirin nodded. “After the death Johanssen, Sanzo suddenly left his old operative and started working underground, taking in just enough assignments to make a living for him and the boy.”

 

“How are we going to find them?” Hakkai said and closed his folder, obviously accepting the assignment.

 

“Well, since this was taken just last week,” Lirin looked at the photo and then back at Hakkai. “Our best guess would be that they're still in Italy.”

 

“When do we leave?” Gojyo asked in unison with Hakkai. Both men looked at each other and flashed a small smile. Lirin had to keep herself from puking.

 

“Really now! Even during meetings can't you two refrain from being so lovey-dovey?”

 

“Well yeah, but since it gets on your nerves, I met just start doing it more often,” Gojyo said with a smile and winked at Hakkai. The former had to suppress his laughter and shrugged at Lirin.

 

“Anyway,” she said as she rolled her eyes at the red-head. “You'll leave tomorrow night, so I suggest you buy all necessary things you need for travel. Drop by tomorrow afternoon for your tickets and passports.”

 

“If they resist?” Hakkai asked.

 

“Try your best not to kill them,” Lirin said with a smile.

 

---

 

“It's been a while since I went to Italy,” Gojyo said as he fixed his suitcase. “What do you think will they make us look like this time?”

 

“I'm sure I'll be some antique dealer handling a shipment for my sword,” Hakkai said with a wry smile. “And I'm sure you'll be some detective on a case.”

 

“This Genjyo Sanzo have you seen him work?”

 

“Not yet,” Hakkai said slowly, as he folded a shirt before placing it into the suitcase. “But I've heard rumors that he's really good. Probably because he trained under my father,” he added with a big smile. Gojyo scrunched up his nose dry humor. Hakkai had this knack of flaunting how good he really is, but sometimes, he wonders if it was just one of his sarcastic remarks.

 

“Do you think we'll have a hard time with them?”

 

“Well, if Sanzo still remembers me, I'm sure we'll only have minor setbacks,” Hakkai said and placed another shirt in the suitcase.

 

“Minor setbacks?” Gojyo repeated and threw in a pack of Hi-Lites in the suitcase. “What do you mean?”

 

“Sanzo's the type of person who doesn't trust people that easily, guess it comes with the business, but still he's one tough cookie to handle,” he replied and picked up the pack of Hi-Lites. “You smoke too much, you know.”

 

“Hey, only luxury I have,” Gojyo said and snatched the pack from his hands. “Well, besides you.”

 

Hakkai's looked at him in surprise. “What does that suppose to mean?”

 

“You're my other luxury, Hakkai,” Gojyo said, the corner of his mouth drawing up in a seductive smile. Hakkai felt his face grow warm.

 

Just as Gojyo was about to plant one big kiss on Hakkai, the phone began to ring. Hakkai managed to sidestep him to answer the phone that led to the red-head tumbling on the suitcases on top of the bed. With a groan, Gojyo picked himself up and walked over to Hakkai, who was now answering the phone and jotting down some information.

 

“What was that all about?” Gojyo asked from behind and looked down at the notepad. “That our seats?”

 

Hakkai nodded. “I get the window seat, huh Gojyo?” He asked and flashed him one of his sweetest smiles.

 

“With a smile like that, who could resist?” He answered and swung an arm over his shoulders, pulling him close before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Well, Italy, here we come.”

To Be Continued…