They had a house. A wonderful house with the whole nine of amenities, down to the damn picket fence. They had steady jobs, both of them. No more paying the bills with gambling winnings. It couldn't do to support a family anyway.

They had nice furniture, they had books, a full kitchen set, and a big bed for the two of them to share. A nice big soft bed, four poster with a solid oak frame, the kind Gojyo's parents had had and just imagined all parents ought to have by some sort of natural law. And they got to cuddle up together in it every night, every single night without fail. No more camping out in jeeps, no more three days on the run somewhere. Just warm sheets and honest skin and the faint murmurs of words that carried with them into sleep. Every single night.

But only that.

That was the problem with having not one but two kids in the house now, one of them almost school-aged and the other barely more than a newborn, and both damnedably light sleepers. Especially the little one, that woke up simply on account every few hours and started wailing. It might not have been anything of an endurance trial after facing death for a good six or so years, but it still got irritating.

At one point Gojyo had even suggested just letting little Seki go unheeded and let him cry himself right back to sleep, and Hakkai had argued. And then they'd fought. An actual heated fight. They really were a married couple.

In the end, Gojyo was the one that was kicked out of that nice fluffy marriage bed and sent to go warm up Seki's formula and give him his late-night feeding. After some impatient rocking and cooing noises the kappa finally got the baby back to sleep, and he would have all but raced back to the master bedroom if not for the caution he needed to take in edging past little Genjo's room, because it'd be just like the boy to wake up and mumble about needing a glass of water and ask if he could stay in his dads' room tonight, pretty please? Because Hakkai would always say yes no matter what Gojyo wanted out of the evening.

Dammit. He didn't know how the man did it. Gojyo was sure his partner was just frustrated over this dry spot as he was, but hell if he'd show it. Maybe the kappa would have to wait for Hakkai to get so pent up that he threw Gojyo right down on their comfy shared bed and had his way with him. Which Gojyo wouldn't mind at all, if only Hakkai could be a bit faster in getting around to that.

He saw right through his partner's feigned sleep when he landed beside him on the mattress, and after a bit of tickling even some of the bitterness from earlier washed away. But Hakkai still rolled away from him when he boldly slinked his hand down under the elastic of his pajamas, muttering something about the children and the fact they both had work tomorrow anyway.

"Come on," Gojyo said, edging closer the more Hakkai edged away. "Just a little. It's driving me fucking nuts."

"Gojyo..."

"Tell me you can actually stand this. Screw the kids just for one night. Come on. I'll keep us quiet. Swear to gods."

Hakkai looked back over his shoulder, eyebrow arched curiously. Which was Hakkai bed-speak for 'and how do you suggest doing that?'

'Oh, simple,' was the eyebrow waggle in return, but mostly communicated via a pair of hands sliding down the healer's hips, taking the pajamas with them.

It was a bit of an effort to keep up the silent discussion, with respect to positions of hands and legs, and Gojyo, without very much consent, ended up lying on his back with knees spread and Hakkai's tongue running over his length, and Gojyo's arms wrapped around his thighs to get the leverage needed to reciprocate. He twirled his tongue over the tip, ran it over the slit and down the sides, applying just a little bit of nibbling pressure with his lips until he could just tell Hakkai couldn't hold back the moan any longer-- so the schoolteacher's solution was to fight back, taking Gojyo's full length in, or as far as his mouth would accomodate. And because that sent a shiver up Gojyo's spine, the kappa was forced to return the favor before he let out a yelp of his own.

And this was how they stayed silent. Well, mostly silent. And oh lords how it was good, boxed together like this sprawled on their great huge bed, the bed they'd bought together and slept in together, a married couple's bed, parents' bed, while they pressed erect organs into each other's mouths and tried to stifle their own pleasured groans, and didn't even register the door creaking open until,

"...Dads?"

Cold air hit Gojyo's throbbing erection as Hakkai pulled his head up, froze in shock. And Gojyo did likewise a moment later, with barely the presence of mind to withdraw first.

Little Genjo blinked up at them from near the doorway. He was holding a bunny doll and seeming rather perplexed by a number of things.

"What are you doing?" he asked, when it seemed Hakkai was too frozen to formulate some excuse without prompting. Gojyo certainly wasn't going to be doing any answering, trapped under the schoolteacher's legs near the headboard.

"We're--" Hakkai stammered eventually, "we're-- getting each other clean, Genjo."

Getting each other-- oh for gods' sake. He was never gonna buy that--

"Can I help?" the boy offered.

It was a good thing Gojyo had pulled his mouth off Hakkai's member. He might have choked and involuntarily bitten things at that point.

"Ehr-- no," Hakkai said, with effort. "Just go back to bed. It's all right."

"But I can't sleep..."

Oh, great.

Gojyo growled. "Well, go and make an effort, will ya?"

Hakkai's knee connected not-too-nicely with his jaw.

"Now, Genjo," the boy's adoptive father said sweetly, while Gojyo silently cursed and nursed his cheek. "You're a big boy now, you should be able to sleep in your own bed."

"Why's Dad all mad?"

"Because he's dirty. Now please go back to your room?"

"Okay but..."

"'Because I'm dirty'?" Gojyo repeated indignantly.

"Very dirty," Hakkai said crossly. "Genjo, now, please..."

"Whose dirty?" Gojyo demanded, jutting his knee a little and striking Hakkai angrily on the shoulder. "Your dad's way dirtier than I am, Genjo."

"I wouldn't be throwing accusations from down there, Gojyo..."

"Now you're both mad," Genjo whined.

"Yes, because we're dirty," Gojyo snapped, glaring at the child over Hakkai's thigh. "Now GO."

"Okay, okay..."

They waited long after the door click, until they could determine little Genjo had arrived in his room and shut his own door.

"Damn," the kappa said. "We just totally fucked that kid up, didn't we?"

"Saturday's bath time is going to be very interesting..."