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Gojyo's problem was that he really hadn't thought very far ahead. Being on top, figuratively (and hell, if he played his cards right very much literally as well) was intoxicating and distracting. He was in charge, he was riding high, he was

Currently backed into a wall without really knowing how he had gotten there. Goku was blinking at him out of wide gold eyes, knowing from Gojyo's body language that something was wrong, but not sure what was happening. Sanzo might have back the redhead into the wall, might be glaring with all of his might, but he wasn't doing anything. "Ne...Sanzo..."

"Yeah, hey, Sanzo, I think the kid is trying to get your attention..." maybe Goku was good for something... hell; he would buy the kid dinner if he managed to get Sanzo away.

"Shut up." Sanzo hissed.

"Erm I don't know if you have noticed or anything, but well, we aren't exactly alone here..."

"I said shut up."

Really, Sanzo knew Gojyo was not inclined to be quiet, even under ideal conditions which this, admittedly, was not. This is of course why Sanzo was prepared when Gojyo reopened his mouth for some more idiotic protests. "H...urmph" was all that Gojyo managed, as Sanzo's mouth on his really was not productive towards clear enunciation.

This was about when Hakkai snagged Goku by the scruff of his neck and hauled him from the room, far too embarrassed to linger, with just enough jealousy thrown in to make him move with that much more zeal.

Mortified past any coherent thought Gojyo bit down on Sanzo's lip, hard, and shoved the monk back. "What the FUCK is your problem?!"

Sanzo wiped at his bleeding lip with something close to surprise. "I thought I was the one with personal space issues."

"You bastard! What the hell are you thinking?!" Gojyo spat. He hated being embarrassed. He fucking hated it. And Sanzo had intentionally embarrassed him. "Fucking kissing me in front of them. You....prick!"

"Don't like it so much when you aren't in charge, do you?" Sanzo observed, voice emotionless.

Gojyo sputtered and glared, at a loss for any more virulent insults to sling at his companion. He finally settled on a "what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Sanzo smiled. It was wry twisting of lips smudged ever so slightly with blood from where Gojyo had marked him. "Does it really matter?"

Gojyo stared, fascinated by that smear of red on pale lips. A possessive feeling rose from under the anger, something feral and proud of that fact he had marked the other man. He had marked Sanzo. The logical continuation of that thought was, put simply, that Sanzo was his.

Sanzo must have noticed when fury changed into something...different, as he went perfectly still, watching from bland eyes. It was the lack of concern that did him in; to Gojyo it was a challenge.

"Neeeeee....Saaanzo." Gojyo's voice was languid, deceptively pleasant, as he advanced to where he had shoved the other man. He reached an arm over Sanzo's shoulder, draping it in a friendly fashion, before hauling the blond close. Hips pressed to hips, foreheads only inches apart, Gojyo sucked in a deep breath, absorbing the musky alcohol and cigarette-laden scent that was Sanzo.

Close...but not close enough. He dropped his head a bit, his hair spreading across Sanzo's shoulders as Gojyo pressed against the base of Sanzo's neck...saltier there, the badge of almost constant travel. Gojyo's tongue flicked out, delicately tasting, smugly noting the shiver that Sanzo almost managed to smother.

Almost.

"Bet you will be regretting this later, you shitty monk. Backed yourself into this. No way Hakkai and Goku are going to accidentally interrupt this time." Gojyo chuckled.

"Are you so sure I didn't plan on that?"

Sanzo sounded so...pleased with himself.

It was infuriating. Gojyo wanted the upper hand, wanted to be the one with that pleased look on their face. for once he wanted to know that the world was moving according with his wishes and desires.

And right now Gojyo desired to hear Sanzo call out his name, voice heavy and harsh with passion, wanted to feel those addictive tremors race through the aloof man's frame. Somewhere the game had gotten mixed with reality, but Gojyo was pretty damn sure at this point that he didn't give a fuck.