Betrayal

Gojyo and Goku sat on the floor of the last inn they could afford to stay at, exchanging doleful glances with each other while playing a game of cards. They had already paid for the room they were staying in a day in advance, but there wasn't any money left. Sanzo had been gone for six and a half days, and they both had lost the part-time jobs they had taken. Goku's stomach growled, but he'd already complained about being hungry so many times since raiding the cafeteria's kitchen the other day that he was actually getting tired of saying it.

"When do you think Hakkai will be back from his walk?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

"'Cause you're the reason he left, you pervy kappa!"

"You were the first one to get fired, ya stupid monkey!" Gojyo yelled, jumping out of the chair to shove his hand over Goku's face.

Goku tried to push him off while saying, "I'm not a monkey! Stop calling me that!"

Then they heard the sound of the door as it opened and shut, and Hakkai walked right past them as though he hadn't even seen them. He walked right up to their bag of supplies and started rummaging around in their limited provisions.

"Hey, Hakkai...." Gojyo called, watching as the brunet pulled a cloak out of their bag. "Whatcha doin'?"

"I've spoken with the working women in this town, and they say that there's a lot of business on a cold night like this. Since they all seem to be of their apparent gender, I probably won't have much competition."

Wait... Gojyo thought, you're not really gonna sell your body... "Yer shittin' me."

"I'm afraid I am in earnest," Hakkai replied, with one of his brightest phony smiles.

"Don't do it!" Goku said, as he got up out of his chair and walked over to look Hakkai in the face. "I... I'm not hungry."

Hakkai smiled and patted Goku gently on the head. "I appreciate your concern. However, I am hungry... and I'm sure that Gojyo is hungry too, aren't you Gojyo?"

"I fuckin' lost my appetite."

"I'll do it for myself then," Hakkai replied, slipping the cloak over his head and walking toward the door.

"Hakkai, don't!" Goku said, blocking his path. "I mean it! If it means doing something like that... then I won't eat ever again, I swear!"

"You don't understand. Even if you didn't eat, Gojyo and I would eventually die without food. Then there's the matter of having a place to stay tomorrow night...."

"But, Hakkai!"

"Get out of the way, Goku," Gojyo said, walking over to grab him and pull him to the side. "Let that crazy bastard do what he wants."

"No! Stop! Let go of me!" Goku cried, frantically squirming in an effort to break Gojyo's hold on his hair.

"Depending on how long it takes to find someone who's interested, I'll be back sometime later tonight," Hakkai stated, opening the door.

"Let go a' me!! LET GO!!"

"Oh... and if I'm not back before morning comes, please be kind enough to check the back streets and alleys for my defiled corpse."

"Yeah, yeah... whatever," Gojyo replied.

"I said, GET YOUR HANDS OFF! You pervy kappa!" Goku yelled.

"Farewell," Hakkai said, firmly closing the door behind him. Gojyo finally relaxed the death grip he had on Goku's hair and arm, and the annoying monkey tumbled to the ground.

"I don't get it! Gojyo, why did you let him go?!"

"That guy's bluffin'. There's no way he's really gonna do that. He's just tryin' to make us feel guilty."

"Oh," Goku said, staring at the door as though the thought had never occurred to him. "...ya sure?"

*****

"Here's the second cloak I brought; make sure that it covers everything so he doesn't see you."

"Yeah."

"He'll probably be coming after me in about half an hour. When you see him coming, you should walk over and offer to buy me before he can get close."

"Right."

"We'll walk into the back of a dark alleyway, and then the "role-playing" can start. You should treat me with utmost disrespect. Talk to me lewdly and handle me as roughly as you like."

"We need a safe word."

"Yes, good point. If you do something I don't like then I'll say, "keep going". Is that alright?"

"Fine."

"Oh, and when he tries to interfere... let me handle him."

*****

Gojyo sat and waited at the table with the monkey for minutes on end. Somehow, those minutes seemed to stretch into hours. He wondered how long Hakkai was going to stay out there and wait for him to come after him. Stubborn bastard, Gojyo thought. How was I supposed to know the sales girl was mackin' it with the manager? Even though he tried to focus, he couldn't seem to pay attention to the cards in front of him. Goku was winning the game, he was so damned distracted. That guy sure can hold a grudge. I bet he's not gonna come back until I go out and say somethin' to him anyway. With a deep sigh, he dropped the cards on the table. "I fold. I'm gonna go find him."

"Good, I'm going too!"

"No, you're not. You're stayin' right here and gettin' some sleep!"

"But Gojyo!"

"No buts! This is between me and Hakkai, so be a good monkey and do as you're told."

"Stop callin' me a monkey!"

He walked out the door a few minutes later, with Goku all tucked in for the night. "It's a shame we've gotta use our last night at an inn like this," Gojyo muttered to himself. I was really hopin' we could get it on after the monkey passed out for the night. Then he realized that it was still possible, if he played his cards right. Nothing quite like a little make-up sex. He strolled confidently out into the night. After all, even when Hakkai was angry and vengeful, he couldn't resist the good ol' Gojyo charm. It was only a matter of time before he won him back over. Of course, he knew that he would probably have to listen to a long, boring lecture first. But if there was sex afterward, then it would totally be worth it. You can nag me all you want Hakkai, as long as I get to play with that nice, thick cock again.

At first glance, there didn't seem to be anybody near the inn, but he was familiar enough with the nature of the work to know which parts of town to search. He walked down toward the older, more unkempt areas of the town, and soon enough he saw women standing idly around the edges of the streets. Because it was cold outside, most of them wore a covering of some sort. They had on jackets, trench coats, and various kinds of cloaks. Every now and then one would let the folds of her garment swing open to reveal long, sexy legs, a trim, alluring belly, or firm, supple breasts. He singled out one buxom, long-legged hottie and walked casually over to flash his award-winning smile. "Hey, Gorgeous... you seen a really prudish looking guy walking around these parts wearing a monocle?"

"It's a real shame if you're only interested in men," she cooed with all the sensual subtlety of an experienced whore, walking up closer to toy gently with the zipper on his jacket. "Isn't there something else I can do for you instead?"

"Actually, I'm just lookin' for a pal of mine," Gojyo explained with a more genuine smile. "He's got it in his crazy head to play hooker-for-a-day. I'd be more than happy to come back and have fun once I've found him."

"I think I might have seen someone like that walking toward the red light district."

"I'm not real familiar with this town. Which way is that, Darlin'?" She pointed her finger across the road and down the street to a fork that turned off to the left. "Thanks Honey, I appreciate it," he replied with a quick wink before walking off in that direction. "You'll be here when I'm done, right?"

"I'll be waiting," she replied, with a false, saccharine smile that was all too familiar. Seeing that made Gojyo think, I've really got to get Hakkai the hell out of here. He hurried down the street and turned the corner, which led to a dark alleyway between several large buildings. This is definitely the bad side of town. At this point, Gojyo was really starting to get worried. Not that Hakkai couldn't take care of himself, but he had been badly injured those six days ago and he wasn't at his full strength. What am I worried about? Even if Hakkai did run into trouble, he'd still be more than enough to handle any low-life patrolling these streets.

Gojyo emerged from between the buildings and then finally spotted Hakkai. That thick shock of unkempt, dark chestnut hair poked out everywhere, and the glint of his monocle was shining out from beneath the hood of his cloak. Compared to all of the girls hanging around the edges of the street, he really stuck out. ...like a sore thumb... Gojyo thought. A smart guy like you should have the sense to realize that you don't belong in a place like this. It was ridiculous really, even though he knew Hakkai was only doing it to guilt-trip him after losing his job. Of course, it probably didn't help that he'd done so by flirting with the sales girl either. Jealous bastard. Why don't you just bitch about it like everyone else? Then again, he already knew that Hakkai wasn't the type to do something like that.

This is really sad... Gojyo thought. You could get any number of honest jobs... with your skills, you could do pretty much anything. It was true. Not only could Hakkai cook, clean, and drive, but he also organized and managed everything that the group needed on their journey. You could work for a restaurant, manage a hotel, be a delivery guy somewhere... Really, it should've been easier for Hakkai to get a job than it was for either of the other two, if only he weren't still wounded. …you'd probably make more money than anyone else, too. But he knew it really wasn't about money; the only reason Hakkai was out here was for vengeance.

With a big smirk on his face, Gojyo strolled casually across the street, waiting for Hakkai to turn and look at him. He didn't see the shrouded figure marching grimly along the side of the road in Hakkai's direction. He barely even noticed as one of the harlots flirted with the shadowy man and he shoved her out of the way. The other person's presence didn't even occur to him until the huddled form stopped right in front of Hakkai, blocking off Gojyo's view. What the hell?

"Hey... how much for you?" the stranger asked in a coarse, low-pitched tone.

"That depends on the nature of your business with me," Hakkai replied in his typically fake pleasant tone. Hearing it made Gojyo sick. "For full benefits, I generally charge 1200 yuan per night."

"Shit. You'd better be a looker if you're gonna charge that much," the man complained, reaching over to lift the hood down off of Hakkai's face. "Not bad, but I wonder what else is under that cloak of yours." Gojyo's eyes widened as the stranger toyed with the strings holding the drab piece of fabric over Hakkai's shoulders.

"If you'd like to follow me to a more secluded area, I can show you."

Gojyo froze in place at the sound of those words, standing motionless as a statue while Hakkai and his prospective client turned and walked toward the nearest dark alleyway. Shit. Gojyo thought. Shit. Shit. Shit. What the hell are you doing, Hakkai? They were about to disappear around the corner when his feet finally came unglued from the ground. In a frantic effort not to lose them, he raced over to the dim corridor that they had just entered and peered into the endless black. This... isn't for real. It can't be...! He gaped in disbelief. Hakkai's just joking... right? Any minute now he's gonna knock that guy out and take his wallet... Then he realized that there was no way in hell Hakkai would stoop to committing petty theft.

Shit... what the hell is going on? he wondered, searching the darkness for some sign that he was mistaken. There was barely enough light to see anything at all. He could just make out the backs of the two men's cloaks, but obviously nothing of the expression on Hakkai's face. He saw me, right? He's just doing this to scare me, right? The two stopped in the middle of the alley, where the shadows were the thickest, and turned to face each other. Gojyo saw Hakkai's hands reach up to undo the strings around the cloak, and then he saw it fall to the ground. FUCK! He's not actually gonna... He was sure that the whole thing had been a joke, but what if Hakkai had actually been serious?

While he stood there wondering what to do about the situation, Hakkai loosened the white sash slung over his shirt and let that fall to the ground as well. Then he started to pull at the buttons on his shirt. Alright... that's enough! Gojyo decided, moving out from behind the building and jumping into the alleyway. I'm gonna put a stop to this right now. "Hey, HAKKAI!!" he yelled down the street. "IDIOT!! What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Oh my...." Hakkai said softly, dropping his hands back down to his sides. "I wasn't expecting him to interfere this quickly; he really does have a complete lack of self-control."

"What're you mumbling about?" Gojyo demanded, picking up the pace so that he could get close enough to hear whatever it was Hakkai was saying. "Hey, stop this shit and come home!"

Hakkai turned to the stranger and politely said, "I'm sorry, would you excuse me for a minute?" Then he turned and walked several steps until Gojyo finally caught up with him. "I'm afraid this is none of your business."

"BULLSHIT!!" Gojyo argued. "Don't say "this is none of your business" and think you can just get away with it! I'm not gonna let some filthy low-life take advantage of you!"

"We need the money, Gojyo."

"I don't care about the money!" he insisted, grabbing Hakkai by the wrist and pulling him back toward the street. "...so you can just march your crazy ass back--" He was cut off when Hakkai knocked his hand away and firmly stood his ground. Then he took hold of Gojyo's upper arm with a vice-like grip and looked him straight in the eye. Gojyo couldn't get past the sincere intensity of that gaze.

"I firmly suggest that you leave."

"Look, if ya want me to apologize for flirting with the damn sales girl and losing my job, then I apologize already! I'm sorry, okay?!"

"I'm afraid that doesn't change the situation one bit," he said, followed by a huge fake smile.

Damn, that means he's still pissed off, Gojyo thought. "But... Hakkai!"

"I'm sorry, Gojyo," Hakkai said, turning around to walk back to his client.

Gojyo thought he could hear just a hint of regret in that voice. He's really... serious about this. "Hey, wait..." he said, stepping up and extending one arm to hold Hakkai back. He looked up at the dark figure; the man was leaning carelessly against a building and having a smoke like he'd been watching them the whole time. "It just turns out that I'm for sale too... you wanna try me instead?"

The lecherous bastard laughed at him in a condescending tone. "I'm not interested in shit like you," he said. Then one thin, bony finger pointed at Hakkai. "I'm only gonna pay for this guy."

"What the fuck?!" Gojyo said, getting angry that he was being dumped for Hakkai, even if it was by some lascivious bastard that he didn't even know.

"Ah, well... there you have it Gojyo," Hakkai said. "You should probably go home now."

"No way in hell," Gojyo replied, turning back to the other guy. "Hey! My cock's bigger than his is!"

"Gojyo...!" Hakkai protested, sounding appalled by the abrupt statement.

"Why should I care?" the stranger asked. "I'm looking for a nice, tight ass to park my dick in... and your ass looks pretty fuckin' loose."

"WHAT THE--" Gojyo choked. Did he just smoothly insult me? He'd never been put down by a complete stranger so quickly in his life. Just like that shitty priest I-- hey, wait a minute! He stared over at the cloaked figure huddled against the building, unable to see a thing besides the slim fingers illuminated by the cherry on that cigarette. This guy wasn't wearing any gloves, but those things could be taken off easily. The smell of smoke was strong in the thin air. Even though he could barely catch a whiff of it, Gojyo could tell that they were either Marlboros or something really similar. Still, a lot of people smoked that brand and the voice didn't sound like Sanzo. It wasn't quite as deep, and the stranger's voice was rough and gravelly while Sanzo's was clean and clear. Besides, isn't that guy hangin' around with Hazel about now?

On the other hand, Gojyo thought it would be nice if it were Sanzo. In fact, he really wanted it to be Sanzo. That'd just give him one more reason to beat the shit out of that bastard monk. He'd been wanting to do that even since the guy took off right in the middle of Goku bleeding to death.

"You've been around the block a couple times, haven't ya?" the harsh, grating voice taunted. "I bet you know all the tricks, but that's not what I'm after. I want something... fresh."

Nope, definitely not the shitty priest, Gojyo thought. There's no way in hell he'd ever say something like -that-. Besides, that bastard's probably half-way up Hazel's ass by now.

"I don't suppose you have any acquaintances who would be interested in purchasing some time with my friend?" Hakkai asked. "We really do need the money."

"Hey! Don't just sell me off like that!" Gojyo complained.

"I don't know anyone else who'd want that right now," the cloaked figure replied. "But maybe I'll buy both of you. One for the front and one for the back. How does that sound?"

"I'm afraid I only work alone," Hakkai replied.

"Tch... like we're never been in a threeso- oof!" Gojyo started, but Hakkai elbowed him in the gut before he could finish.

"I really do apologize. My friend has an awfully big mouth. Ah ha ha ha."

"I can see that."

"Shall we proceed then?" Hakkai asked, almost cordially. He leaned over to whisper in Gojyo's ear, "Interfere in this again, and I'll take you home and beat you senseless." Then he let his hand drop away from Gojyo's mouth and walked away. After taking only a few steps he turned his head and added, "Please leave. I really won't be so gentle next time."

"No," Gojyo said, putting his foot down. "I'm not movin' from this spot." Hakkai turned around with an almost murderous glint in his eye, and Gojyo nearly choked on his Adam's apple.

"Hmpf, let the bastard watch," the stranger suggested. "I don't give a shit."

Both of them stared at the shadowy form. "Are you certain you don't mind?" Hakkai asked.

Gojyo was thinking, That sounded just like Sanzo. Except for the grating sound of that stony voice, the tone and inflection were almost the same. ...almost... Even the gravelly sound was beginning to seem suspiciously forced. If that is Sanzo, then... am I being set up? Gojyo wondered. He didn't think Hakkai would do something like that, but then again, he was pretty pissed. Besides, it would be better than screwing some random stranger. Nah, there's no way, right? How would Hakkai even be able to get in touch with Sanzo right now? "Hey, what did you say your name was again?"

"None of your damn business."

This time, Gojyo thought he could almost hear that voice smooth out around the edges. "Then why don't you come out from under that hood, ya shitty priest?!"

The alley fell silent for a fraction of a second, the atmosphere thick with tension. Then a deep, rumbling laugh emanated from the hood of that cloak. "Who're you calling a priest?!"

Gojyo watched carefully as the stranger stepped from the shadows and his hands lifted to the cloak, slowly pushing the hood back from his face. Light fell first on a protruding nose, then rough, twisted lips underneath a fuzzy, gray mustache. A thin, scraggly beard hung off the end of his chin. It's... not Sanzo. Loose, age-spotted skin emerged along with deep, glimmering eyes which were all but hidden underneath thick, bushy eyebrows. The hood fell all the way back to reveal a shiny head that seemed bald with age. SHIT!!

Hakkai shot an angry glare in the kappa's direction. It was a look that said: You idiot! You're clearly trying to ruin this for me, aren't you? Even though this is our last chance at making any money to live off of!

Gojyo hung his head, feeling ashamed at himself for having been so suspicious. Like I haven't caused enough problems for Hakkai already. While he stood there and moped, Hakkai walked back over to the pervy old man and started peeling the shirt off of his chest. The client frowned at the ensanguined bandages underneath and pulled the hood back over his face. He waited patiently while the sleeves dropped off of Hakkai's shoulders and the shirt fell to the ground. Then he took a step closer and grabbed the end of the bandage, pausing for a moment before peeling it off of Hakkai's chest. The first thin layer came off of the top easily, but the next was rigid and sticky with dried plasma. Hakkai gasped painfully as the last layer against his skin was slowly torn away, revealing sore flesh that oozed with blood where the scabs had been pulled off.

The old man stared at him for several minutes before saying, in an almost laughing tone, "So, you're into this shit." His scrutinizing gaze looked over Hakkai's chest before he continued, "Looks like you had a pretty nice body... before somebody fucked it up."

"Fuck," Gojyo cursed under his breath. Dirty old bastard. He wanted to punch that guy in the face, but he knew that Hakkai would stop him if he tried. He'd already made it clear that Gojyo would be in deep trouble if he tried to interfere again, and the last thing he wanted was to end up fighting with his lover during a time like this. Why am I... so fuckin' useless?

"Tell me something..." the elderly pervert requested, cupping Hakkai's chin in his hand. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

That does it, Gojyo thought. "Don't talk to him like that!" He raised one clenched fist and glared daggers at the old man. Then Hakkai stepped between them with a chastising look on his face.

"What did I tell you about interfering, Gojyo?"

"But... but, Hakkai!"

"I told you to leave, didn't I?" he warned in a stern tone of voice.

Shit... he's serious about this! Gojyo realized. "Don't--!" he begged. Don't do it! The serious look on Hakkai's face filled with vicious intent as he slid into his combat stance. Gojyo's mouth gaped in complete and utter dismay, but Hakkai remained dire and insistent. Then Gojyo dropped his head, shaking it and laughing slightly to himself as he turned and walked away. Fine... be a stubborn bastard then, Hakkai. "I'm not gonna fight ya." Nothing was said in return as he walked down the alley toward the street. He heard the soft shuffling sound of Hakkai's shoes as he relaxed, but not another sound was heard. Gojyo stomped all the way out of the alley and into the street and turned around the corner.

Then, when he knew he was out of sight, he slid up against the wall of the building nearest to the entrance of that alley. Even if it is just a dirty old man, I'm still not leavin' ya here alone. He thought he heard voices in the alley again, so he carefully peered back into the dark. Now that he was back in the dimly lit streets, it took his eyes a moment to adjust. Hakkai's silhouette stood a few feet from the wall, and he was fidgeting with something around his waist, probably undoing his belt. Why the hell are you doing this? Gojyo wondered, assuming that Hakkai thought he was doing the old guy a favor or something.

With looks like that, it's no wonder that guy can't get any without payin' for it. Maybe Hakkai feels sorry for him, Gojyo thought. There probably aren't any other gay guys around here in his age group. Then he chuckled and shook his head. That's still no reason to give it up to the guy though... Hakkai must be really desperate for money. Somehow, even that didn't seem to justify doing something like this, though. Or else... he's still really, really pissed at me. He hid behind the wall again and scratched his head. I wonder if he knows about that girl last week.... There really wasn't any way he could know for sure, unless he asked. But then Hakkai would definitely know.

Jealous bastard, Gojyo sighed. If you wanna punish me by sleepin' with someone else, you could at least choose somebody more attractive than that guy. He peeked back into the alleyway again, and Hakkai was completely naked. He could tell by the size of the pile of clothing lying next to his feet; he'd probably even taken his shoes and socks off. Hell, you could even force me to watch you and Sanzo goin' at it. Then again, Hakkai wasn't stupid enough to believe that something like that would be a punishment. He knew Gojyo would enjoy it. Besides, Sanzo would probably never go for it. That cold fuckin' bastard, I'm still gonna kick his ass the next time I see him.

Voices drifted softly on the night air, and then the shadow of the old man started shuffling around in his clothes. What? He's gonna pull it out now? He thought he heard the faint sound of a zipper, and then he saw Hakkai step forward and kneel down in front of the guy. Now that's just fuckin' gross! I bet it's all wrinkly and shit. Hakkai bent down and buried his face in the shadowy figure's crotch, and stayed there. Wet, slurping noises were heard as a hand crept onto Hakkai's head, and a low-pitched groan filled the air. Ugh... that creepy old bastard can't even get it up without help! Gojyo grimaced and hid behind the building again. Shit. I'll be damned if I'm gonna watch that!

He pulled back and leaned on the wall of the building again, slapping his own forehead at the stupidity of it all. Aw, fuck Hakkai... why wouldn't you just drop this shitty attitude and let me save you? In a way, it reminded him of how they fought in battles, sometimes. Hakkai was always over-exerting himself, never stopping until he was worn out, even though he knew that Gojyo was more than happy to help. Stubborn-ass bastard... you're always takin' it all on yourself and makin' me look bad. It's no wonder I feel useless. Even though he tried to ignore it as much as he could, the low-pitched groans from the alley were getting louder. There were a few whores standing idly by the street, but no one seemed to notice or care. They were probably used to hearing sounds like that.

Finally, his curiosity got the better of him and Gojyo peeked back into the alley again. This time Hakkai's head was clearly bobbing up and down over something that had gotten much bigger. Ick... disgusting! He wasn't surprised that Hakkai had managed to get it up though; he always had been really good with his mouth. Gojyo knew from experience. Oh yeah, work it like that Hakkai... nice and fast! Wait a minute... He flopped over with his back against the wall and wiped his hand over his face in disbelief. ...somebody tell me I'm not actually enjoying this! He stared off into space with a dumbstruck expression on his face for a few minutes, and then he slowly turned to peer back into the alley. Well, fuck... Hakkai's hot even if the other guy isn't, and it's not like I can see his wrinkly ass anyway.

Hakkai continued bobbing up and down over the length, working it around in his mouth at different angles. His hands were also up near that area, probably playing with a wrinkly old set of balls or gripping the base of that cock. Ew... I thought about that guy's wrinkles again! Gojyo realized, wincing to himself and shutting his eyes for a moment. Then he slowly opened them back up, and those two were still going at it. I'll give that creepy old bastard one thing though, he's sure got some stamina for an old guy. If that were me, I'd be down on my knees, begging Hakkai to let me come in his mouth. He briefly wondered if it was because of the guy's age. Maybe he's lost sensitivity or something... and, that's why he can last longer? Somehow it didn't seem to make any sense. That's not the way it's supposed to work, right? I thought sex was supposed to get worse as you get older.

Voices echoed in the back of the alley again, and Hakkai finally stopped sucking the guy off. He leaned back and looked up at the figure towering over him, sharing a conversation that Gojyo couldn't hear. That was when Gojyo noticed it; even from this distance there was no way he could be mistaken. There was definitely something long and thick sticking up from Hakkai's lap. From the looks of it, he was already fully erect. He's... actually getting hard from this? Gojyo couldn't believe what he was seeing. Damn, Hakkai... I always knew you were demented, but this shit really takes the cake. It didn't make any sense to Gojyo at all. What could you possibly find arousing about some old geezer?

Then he realized that Hakkai had been twisted enough to have a hard-on for his own twin sister in the past. But, she was young and hot... and this guy's all old and nasty. He couldn't really call the guy ugly, though. His face was actually pretty attractive for someone who was probably old enough to be Hakkai's grandfather. Hey... I wonder if he ever thought about his real grandfather -that- way, Gojyo wondered. Was his grandfather even around? For a moment he thought that it might be possible that Hakkai was using this strange old man to act out some unfulfilled Grandpa fetish from his youth. You've got some pretty fucked-up desires there, Hakkai. You kinky bastard.

Then he watched as Hakkai turned around and got down on all fours, sticking his ass in the air and spreading his legs open. You're not really gonna do this, are ya? The old man carefully knelt down behind him and abruptly thrust into his body, forcing a strangled cry from Hakkai's lips. The sound echoed agonizingly through the empty streets, and Gojyo felt as though something within him had shattered. Paralyzed with indecision, he stood there despondently watching the old man thrust into him again and again. Adrenaline-filled blood rushed through his veins and sweat dripped form his brow. He wanted to do something. More than anything else, he wanted to burst in and carry Hakkai away. But then he remembered the look in those deep green eyes the last time he'd tried.

In spite of the painful-sounding cry, and all of the other various sounds following it, Hakkai's erection didn't soften at all. It was still hard and hot, bouncing against his belly at the shock of each thrust from behind. It made him sick to the pit of his stomach. Hakkai wasn't hurting at all; he was enjoying it. That fuckin' bastard... Gojyo thought. He knew that something was weird, but he didn't even want to think about the reason Hakkai would enjoy something like that. Before he knew what he was doing, his body had already turned around and his feet had started walking away. Gojyo hadn't really planned on leaving. His intent had been to stay and wait until Hakkai was done, making sure he got through the ordeal without any serious injuries. But, this was something he wasn't prepared for at all.

It hurt. Gojyo was surprised by how much it hurt. Now I know what it's like to be cheated on, he thought, ruefully wishing that he'd never done any cheating himself. However, there was no getting away from the fact that he had. Now he knew how Hakkai had felt back when he realized that Gojyo had been sneaking around behind his back. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, but he knew that he deserved it. You happy now, Hakkai?