Coming Out

Goku said nothing about the matter, the curiosity had been sated and whilst he’d had fun he really did prefer the ladies touch. It was left at that, not to say he’d refuse an offer in future but he wasn’t that bothered. Hakkai had heard the two talking about it late one night, had a chuckle to himself and then decided he was not going to say a word to Sanzo, because Sanzo already complained about enough shit between them that he didn’t want to waste his time.

Sha Gojyo sat on the edge of a bar table, he hadn’t heard a word about Jianyi which bothered him a great deal, at least if he’d been mocking them from afar he wouldn’t be succeeding with his plans. It must have been a give-away he was actually thinking about it as Sanzo wandered over and pushed a brandy towards him.

“Thanks.” He muttered, lighting another smoke and putting the cigarettes between them.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes and no.” Gojyo admitted. “If he gets away with this someone else suffers like I did, like others have and will. If you are one side or another you can at least consider yourself a part of something. I don’t fit in as human or yokai. I guess it pisses me off the bastard can take it so lightly.”

“You don’t fit in because you’re an idiot, not because you’re a half-breed.” Sanzo grumped at him and then finished his drink before taking the liberty to gather up another. “We will find him, stop him and then go back to our road trip.”

“It’s never over.” Gojyo sighed as he drank the shot and ordered a double.

“What do you want to do about it then? Sit here and bitch for eternity or find him?” Sanzo stood up. “We’re wasting time, so let’s just get back on the road.”

“We agreed to give them a night in the hotel,” Gojyo stopped him by grabbing the cream sleeve as he went to move away, “but your right.” He stood up. “Actions and all… come on.”

Normally Sanzo would have beaten him to hell and back for the touch but he was intrigued and instead of doing that decided it was a better idea to follow the redhead. Sha Gojyo shut the door and looked at him; his red eyes were cool and relaxed but were met with the usual steel-cold glare of the priest.

“Have you worked out what you want from me?” He asked bluntly to the blond.

“That was a quick subject change.”

“It’s a fairly easy question if you aren’t gonna keep going back and forth between being totally grossed out by your feelings or excepting them.” He looked at him in earnest. “I know I like cock, I know I like pussy, I know I like sleeping around but I also know that I like having people I can trust to come home too.”

Sanzo looked at him and nodded slowly. He’d thought about it, he really had but what he wasn’t sure about still was the level he was willing to commit to someone if it wasn’t likely they would commit that way too. Perhaps he’d deep down got some pointless sense of needed romance, or maybe like many other things he was one possessive son-of-a-bitch and didn’t fancy sharing. Either way it was his issue and he didn’t know if it was one to throw down, so he just looked back at the half-breed wondering if suddenly he wanted the assurance someone, anyone wanted him and asking Sanzo was the way he wanted to try to get it.

“I want you.” Sanzo looked at him. “But I accept that I cannot have you the way I really want, then again… I kind of want Hakkai too.” He smirked.

“You son-of-a,” The redhead prepared his rant on the first half of the dialogue and stopped at the second. “Really?”

“Yes, are you deaf? I said that didn’t I?” He folded his arms, embarrassed they were about to discuss it like an argument over what to eat or which seat in the jeep they got. “But I do have something I want to tell you.”

“All ears baldy.” Gojyo grinned.

“If I am going to allow myself to cross the last boundary of this, whatever the hell this is, it better damned well be you because it’s your sorry ass that started this off.” It was blunt, directed and gave Gojyo little to argue with.

“Genjo Sanzo.” His voice softened. “Stop worrying will you and just fuck me.”