Prologue:

In the center of the room there was a throne upon which the fiery Water Sprite sat. He was surround by a dozen women, each one more beautiful than the next…



Gojyo reached back, his arm encircling the neck of the woman standing behind him. The red-head shivered as she ghosted her fingers over the center of his chest, her red, manicured, nails slightly scraping his flesh. There was another to his left, who nibbled his ear, her tongue trailing along the outer shell, causing him to emit a small moan of pleasure. He threw his head back, his lips locked with those of the woman behind, trying his best to dominate her mouth while his right nipple was assaulted by yet another woman.



A lazy, wet trail down the center of his stomach, a tongue dipping into his navel, and then the tip of that very tongue traveling up the underside of his already sensitized flesh, engulfing his sex in a warm and welcomed mouth. A hand squeezing and applying pressure to his thigh, pulling at him in a plea to spread his legs.



He lost count of all the faceless women whose names he didn’t know, caught up in the euphoria of the touches and the inviting mouth upon his manhood. Concentrating solely on that mouth. The lips, dry, yet soft, causing a torturous contrast of slight discomfort, coupled with pleasure.



A hand between his thighs, trailing towards his most private of places, mapping out the boundary of his…



Gojyo’s eyes snapped open upon realization, his sordid dream shattered. His torso lifted from his bed as his release came forth quick and hard, then collapsed back to the mattress, one arm cast over his eyes, and his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.



A few moments later, he removed his arm and cracked open one, blood-red eye, then the other, as his gaze met the most beautiful apparition.



Hakkai fastened his pants, and had just turned to grab his shirt off the chair at the side of the bed when Gojyo groaned. Looking over his shoulder, his blue-eyes met with the other male’s rather red face. \"What’s the matter, Gojyo?\"



The red-haired half-breed cradled his head in his hand, one blood-red eye peaking out at his partner. \"That’s the last time I allow another man in my bed.\" He reached over to the small stand at the side and grabbed his cigarettes. Placing one of the thin sticks between his lips and lighting it, he inhaled.



\"You didn’t seem to have any complaints at the time.\" Hakkai’s voice dripped with honey, as a smile spread across his face. \"Besides, someone had to help you out with your little… problem.\"