"Does he drink?"

"Quite a bit."

Gojyo didn't get it. "So what's the difference?"

"Simple."

"What?"

"He'd let me lie to him." Tenpou stifled a laugh as he leaned into what little warmth he could feel from the half-breed's skin.

Gojyo snorted. "What a pushover."

"I'll quote you on that next time I see him. Usually I am the one who is...how do you say..."

"Pushed over?"

"So to speak..." Tenpou drifted off, his mind dipping itself once again in a pool of reminiscence. He would like to think it was all for the sex, because it was good sex. Nothing Gojyo wouldn't have been able to provide had he asked at that moment three days ago. Not just physical release...

"So..." Gojyo struck up the conversation again, this time around feeling less uncomfortable. "Does he...you know..."

"We don't use that word in heaven."

"What a coincidence, we're reluctant to use it here too. But does he?"

"Most likely."

"And you?"

There were some things he just couldn't get around. "I do."