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Gojyo had the upper hand, and he was reveling in it. Even more than that, he took a distinctly obscene pleasure in the knowledge that Sanzo was also aware of Gojyo's situational superiority. It was sublimely satisfying.

And appropriate. After all, the monk had kissed him. Gojyo was in control of the supreme bargaining chip, blackmail. He knew Sanzo was waiting for him to spill it, to inform Hakkai, or even worse Goku, as to what had happened that afternoon. He saw the irate anticipation in narrow violet eyes, at least when Sanzo happened to accidentally meet his gaze.

Hakkai was aware something was different, that something was bothering Sanzo, and had Gojyo strutting like a tomcat, but he couldn't, for the life of him, make any sane sort of connection between the two. And neither of them was cooperating by letting him know what the hell was going on, no matter how he tried to broach the topic.

"Hn." Sanzo muttered, not bothering to look up, not answering Hakkai's question and hardly acknowledging the other man had spoken in the first place.

"I am going out." Hakkai snapped, actually visibly irate for once.

"Oi...Hakkai!" Goku leapt from his chair, concerned. "Wait for me!"

As the door shut behind the two, Gojyo grinned, sliding out of his seat. "Hey, it almost looks like you try to get them to leave." Gojyo all but purred, beginning a leisurely pace just outside of Sanzo's comfort zone. "Trying to get me alone?"

"You want to die?"

"Sure."

It might have been the flippant tone of voice, or it might have been his own inability to ignore a challenge, but that last remark drove Sanzo out of his chair, snarling, all pretense at aloof dominance abandoned.

This time, though, Gojyo was ready for him.

This time, he had it all planned out.

"Tsk tsk." Gojyo chastised, sidestepping the infuriated monk. There was something in his voice, something dark and velvety, that insinuated itself in the midst of Sanzo's anger, ignited suspicion. Filled with the growing sense he had just fucked up and played according to the redhead's whims, Sanzo whirled around, seeking a way to back up...

Too late.

"Well, you have me alone, Saaaan-zo." Gojyo drew out the name, advancing a step with each syllable. "Now what?"

"Fuck off." Sanzo hissed, reaching for his pistol.

"Hey now, none of that, hmm? Shouldn't you ask a guys preferences before assuming he has that sort of kink?"

"Leave me the hell alone!"

"I don't think so." Gojyo closed the last few feet, close enough now to see the tiny tremors that had nothing to do with anger ruining the image Sanzo was desperately trying to project. "After all, you started it."

It was deliciously exciting, having Sanzo backed in a corner like that, seeing the slight whites at the edges of his eyes, seeing the flaring nostrils...all the signs of blooming panic. It was satisfying, seeing the man off his pedestal, to see that he was not at all as fucking perfect as he wanted to be.

And it was, as Gojyo had predicted, arousing as hell.

Knowing the trembling was because of him, that the slight sheen of sweat was his doing, that the shallow, gasping breaths were due to his proximity.

He wanted something other than fear to be causing that hitch in Sanzo's breathing.

"Why don't you draw your gun, Saaaaaan-zo? You seemed so intent on it a moment ago." Gojyo could smell the beer on Sanzo's breath, the slight tang of old cigarette smoke. The motion that followed was as natural as breathing, reaching an arm out to wrap around the others waist, to pull Sanzo tight against his own body. It was a practiced motion, one that had seen much use throughout years of debauchery. And it was too easy. Sanzo didn't resist, not enough to make a difference.

In fact, Gojyo was almost sure he felt the man press a bit closer than the motion should have carried him. Chuckling deep in his chest he regarded the other man, took in the slightly dilated pupil's, the faint flush on a pale complexion, and brushed a very light, very chaste, kiss across Sanzo's forehead.

And then pulled away, releasing Sanzo, who stumbled a step forward, not at all expecting to be supporting his own weight so very soon.

"What the hell...?!"

"I want a smoke." Gojyo shrugged, reaching around his pockets for a rumpled pack. Lighting up, he took a deep breath, and exhaled with a satisfied sigh. "Now that hits the spot. See ya."

On his way out the door he cuffed the returning Goku on the side of the head with a smirk, waved merrily at Hakkai and his bag of unnecessary groceries, and strutted off. Leaving them to deal with what most likely about to be a very, very angry Sanzo.

Games weren't fun if they ended too soon...