Frustration
“Um... Hakkai? I know you think my cock is indestructible and all, but I'm kinda gettin' sore.”
A grunt.
“Maybe if you used lube?”
Tossing and turning.
“Oh yeah, that's the stuff. Just like tha-- oh shit!”
The panting quickens. Mattress coils squeak.
“Fuck, Hakkai! Ride me! Fuck yeah!”
All of a sudden there's something cold and wet on Gojyo's face. Hakkai is clothed and standing above him, holding an empty cup.
“What the fuck, Hakkai?!”
“Please get up.”
“You mean, out of the bed, or...?” A suggestive smirk.
“In your dreams.”
Crack. Pop. Snap. “My back is killing me.”
“Would you like a massage?”
“No.”
“Some tea?”
“No.”
“Want to watch a movie?”
“No.”
“How about sex?”
Sanzo scowls. “Hakkai....”
“I was trying to be subtle.”
“You're subtle all right, like an iron fist in a velvet glove.”
Hakkai laughs. “And what does that make you, Sanzo? A velvety fist in an iron gauntlet?”
An annoyed pause. “Do you really want to die that badly?”
“I could die a little.”
“Not tonight, I have a headache.”
A porch bathed in moonlight. Sake cups and silence. Then, footsteps.
“Kouryuu?”
“Master, I told you not to drink so much.”
“Sit down. Why are you up this late?”
“Someone was loudly and obnoxiously laughing.”
“I wonder who that could be?”
“You were talking to that man again.”
“Was I?”
“I heard what you were saying. You were talking about the moon.”
“Ah, yes. You see Kouryuu, the thing about the moon is that it doesn't give off any light of it's own. It only reflects the light from the sun.”