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He did notice that his hair wouldn't lay down straight, and that the collar of his black undershirt shirt kept drooping down his neck. It was only mildly irritating, at first. He brushed his hair down with his hands, pulled his collar up, and kept reading his paper. His hair kept falling in that weird position regardless, and the back of his shirt wouldn't stay in place either. When had it gotten so loose?

Eventually, it bothered Sanzo enough that he got up and changed his shirt, only to find that the shirt he changed into was doing the same thing. It annoyed him, so he gave up trying to read his paper and went out for a smoke instead.

He's got his back to the wall for now, but anyone who catches a glimpse of the ink on the nape of Sanzo's neck will clearly be able to read the name Cho Hakkai.


Aug. 12th, 2010 06:31 am (UTC)
Oh, Sanzo will figure it out sooner or later. He's already reading Gojyo's chest like it's a laundry list of fuck-ups... which is not far from the truth, actually.

"What the fuck?!"

Sanzo had been reaching back to brush at his hair every few minutes, so he assumes that Gojyo saw him doing it earlier. It still didn't explain why Gojyo wanted to look.

"Why should I?"
Aug. 12th, 2010 06:39 am (UTC)
Gojyo didn't stay unshot as long as he had without being a professional Sanzo-watcher. When there's something off - like, say, his hair and shirt refusing to come together over the back of his neck on the very day that sex-partner tattoos are appearing on everyone else - then Gojyo is going to be the first to notice.

"You want to know what's on the back of your neck? Gimme a smoke, and I'll tell you."
Aug. 12th, 2010 06:49 am (UTC)
"There's something on it?"

Sanzo reflexively reaches back to touch the nape of his neck. He can't feel anything on his skin, but that doesn't mean that nothing's there. Gojyo knows what the fuck is going on, and he's not telling, which pisses Sanzo off. He could probably figure out what the names on Gojyo's chest meant, eventually... but he didn't have eyes in the back of his head.

"Tell me about that and the tattoos first, then I'll give you a smoke."
Aug. 12th, 2010 06:56 am (UTC)
On the one hand, Sanzo probably is stubborn enough to refuse him that cigarette if he refuses to comply. On the other hand, the instant he names Sanzo's partner - the instant Sanzo realizes that Gojyo of all people knows who he screwed - then the gun's coming out.

Well fuck. Either way he doesn't get a cigarette. He might as well find out Sanzo's dirty little secret.

"Turn around. I can't see it from here."
Aug. 12th, 2010 07:05 am (UTC)
Sanzo hesitates for a moment. There's definitely something weird about this, and he doesn't trust the kappa as far as he can throw him.

But he can't stand being left in the dark, either. So he slowly turns around.

"What is it?"
Aug. 12th, 2010 07:18 am (UTC)
Well well. Cho Hakkai. Not that it's much of a surprise - Hakkai's probably the only person alive who Sanzo would let close enough for sex. But still.

"Guess I can't call you Cherry-chan anymore, huh?"
Aug. 12th, 2010 07:29 am (UTC)
"...the fuck?!"

Sanzo immediately covered the back of his neck. He tugged on his shirt and pulled on his hair with both of his hands, arms shaking in frustration, and DAMN he knew this was a bad idea.

"Shit! Shit... shit!"

And when none of his efforts made any difference he turned his back to the wall and leaned against it, puffing on his cigarette.

"You fucking bastard."
Aug. 12th, 2010 06:48 pm (UTC)
Oh, that second-hand smoke smells so good. Gojyo's just gong to breathe deeply of that for a minute, since that reaction almost certainly means that Sanzo isn't going to keep his end of the deal.

"Hey, I had nothin' to do with it. Not my name on th'back of your neck."

It's Sanzo's name across his neck, however. Ringing his throat like a necklace, the characters for Sanzo's full name and title curve across his collarbone in a big blocky font.

He doesn't know it's there. He can see Goku's name over his heart, and Hakkai's name across his chest, and all the rest of the names down his arms, but he can't see Sanzo's.

"There's nothin' to be ashamed of. He's a good lay!"
Aug. 12th, 2010 08:31 pm (UTC)
Now that he knew what the names meant, Sanzo wasn't at all surprised to see Hakkai's name in several places on Gojyo's body. He'd be more shocked if it wasn't there.

"Tch, you would know, wouldn't you?"

...and his own name, around Gojyo's neck? Yeah. Normally, Sanzo would say that he wouldn't touch the kappa with a ten-foot pole, but since no one was reading his mind he could at least admit to himself that he'd thought about it.

Just about every time Gojyo walked around shirtless (which, thankfully, was not very often) Sanzo had wondered what it would be like to bend him over a table somewhere and fuck his brains out. Like hell he'd ever admit it, though. Why did someone with such an annoying personality have to have such a hot body?

Then Sanzo saw Goku's name, and THAT pissed him off.
Aug. 12th, 2010 08:33 pm (UTC)
What the hell was Sanzo glaring at now? ...Oh, hell, it was Goku's name, wasn't it? Gojyo rubs the ink, like he could make the name go away with just a little spit and elbow grease.

"Oi, don't give me that look. It wasn't like that."
Aug. 12th, 2010 08:53 pm (UTC)
"Then what was it like?" Sanzo shot back. He was too angry to make sense of anything and he had half a mind to pull out his gun.

But, he didn't really want to know what the two of them had done together. A detailed description would probably turn his stomach. He just needed to know that... that Goku was okay, that he wasn't traumatized or something... if the perverted kappa had hurt him in any way....
Aug. 12th, 2010 09:06 pm (UTC)
"It wasn't...!"

Fuck. Gojyo throws his hands up, and god doesn't he wish he had a cigarette.

"It was the only way to get out of th'cell we were in." No, really. "An' before you ask, I didn't even touch him, okay? I just talked him through jerkin' off."

He really should leave it there, but since when has Gojyo been smart about things like that?

"Kinda like I did with you."
Aug. 12th, 2010 09:22 pm (UTC)
Okay, now the gun is coming out.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" It wasn't him. There's no way in hell it was him, because like fuck he'd let Gojyo talk him through anything. And if another version of him had been stupid enough to do it, then... actually, he didn't care.

But Sanzo won't pull the trigger, yet. He's actually glad that it happened the way it did.

"If you had touched him, then I would've had to kill you."

It was clearly a threat. Touch Goku and you're dead.
Aug. 12th, 2010 09:35 pm (UTC)
What he had to do with Goku bothered him a lot. But what he did with Sanzo... that was just fun.

"All I had t'do for you, Sanzo-sama, was talk. Toldja how good it could be... toldja how you were makin' me feel..."

Easily, the conversation is turned away from Goku, and back to one of Gojyo's favorite things: making Sanzo uncomfortable.

"Got you t'jerk off for me, an' we weren't even in th'same room."
Aug. 12th, 2010 10:11 pm (UTC)
"Tch... disgusting."

Surprisingly, Sanzo didn't care. Goku was fine. Once that sunk in, he put away the gun. Gojyo's insistent talk about sex made him a little hot under the collar, but there was nothing new about that. If it aroused him, then that was all the more reason to ignore it.

"It wasn't me."

They both knew that, but he wanted to point it out. Gojyo might've gotten some look-alike, but it wasn't this Sanzo. It would never be him. Not unless the kappa got down on his knees and begged. Yeah. Not happening.
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