I've owed Rikuou-mun this fic since December.
Kaza was still groaning when Rikuou finally settled him on the bed.
Like he'd been summoned by some fucked-up alarm, Sanzo appeared at the doorway. "What the hell happened to him?"
"He was...kind of out of it anyway, and then he ran into that friend of yours, Hakkai?" Sanzo cursed under his breath and moved fully into the room; Rikuou heard him mutter something under his breath about the whole goddamned camp having sister issues.
Kazahaya was flushed and shaking. "Kanan," he whispered, and Sanzo winced.
"He's picked up...you don't want him brooding on that one," he said. "If...will a strong enough memory bring him out of it?"
"Maybe," Rikuou said. "He...he doesn't get like this. It must be something at the camp--"
Sanzo cursed again, his mouth twisting at the corners. He put a hand on Kazahaya's forehead, his eyes distant.
"What are you doing?" Rikuou demanded.
"Trying to replace...." Sanzo sat down abruptly, and the hospital bed creaked under the additional weight. "Different memory."
"Oh," Rikuou said. "It'll have to be something pretty intense."
Sanzo nodded and closed his eyes.
Rikuou frowned at him. "You're not gonna use one of the times you almost got killed or something, are you? Because I don't want--"
Sanzo reached out and touched Kazahaya's shoulder. Kazahaya's eyes went wide and unseeing. "Oh," he said.
He didn't sound like someone who'd been hurt, anyway. "Sanzo, what are--"
"Shut it," Sanzo said, his voice slightly unsteady. Kazahaya's hand was drifting slowly toward the front of his pants.
"What the hell--"
"Oh," Kazahaya said, distantly. He seemed a little more himself now, though still...out of it. "Oh...."
Rikuou ran his hand over his hair. "...you're feeding him sex?"
"...can't have sex here," Sanzo muttered, but his face flushed slightly.
"You're feeding him sex."
Sanzo's eyes flew up to Rikuou's. "I didn't notice you having any better ideas, asshole."
"Okay," Rikuou said. "Okay, you've got a point. But...." Kazayaha was now visibly stroking himself through his pants, his teeth biting into his lower lip. Rikuou stared at him. "We can't just...." His voice died away. His mouth felt absurdly dry.
Kazahaya's eyes closed, and he moaned again.
"It had to be intense," Sanzo said through gritted teeth. "Most of my intense memories involve getting stabbed through vital organs."
"...okay, that's fair enough," Rikuou said, and his voice sounded strained and weak. "But...."
"Just shut up," Sanzo snarled, and took his hand off Kazahaya.
Kazahaya's eyes fluttered open and he frowned at them both. "What...."
"Be careful with those fucking powers," Sanzo said, getting up from the bed. "You're going to get yourself killed." He straightened his robes and headed toward the door.
"Wait," Rikuou said, grabbing Sanzo's arm. "You're just leaving him like that?"
Sanzo looked at him like he'd gone mad. "What? You're here."
"I'm not--" Rikuou resisted the urge to sputter. "Look, this was your idea. You started it, you can finish."
Sanzo's arm was tense in his grip; Rikuou hadn't realized how much muscle was there under the silk. Sanzo shifted his weight and pulled his arm in, so smoothly and forcefully Rikuou was pushed into Sanzo's chest. "You do not order me around," Sanzo said, his voice strength and command.
Rikuou could feel Sanzo's breath, harder and faster than he'd expected. "Look," he said, more softly than he'd spoken before. "Okay, I don't. But. You did start this."
Sanzo stared at him for a moment. Rikuou had seen the expression before, back during the plagues, just before the sutra had exploded from his shoulders in an eruption of power and flying paper. He braced himself.
And then Sanzo moved and Rikuou was moving too, spinning out of balance, and he braced himself for a blow but the mattress hit his back instead, Kazahaya at his side, Sanzo straddling them both with those long, absurdly skinny legs of his, pressing their legs together.
"Wait, I--" Rikuou said, and then Sanzo's mouth was on his, a hot, hard kiss, and Rikuou was too astonished by the sheer desire in it to think of any protest. Sanzo's hand snaked up his t-shirt, pulling the fabric back, sliding his cool palm against Rikuou's chest. He could feel Kazahaya shifting, the bed taking the change in his weight and Kazahaya's leg moving on his.
Rikuou broke the kiss to catch his breath and Kazahaya took his place, pulling Sanzo up and kissing him, his hands knotting into Sanzo's robes.
Rikuou pulled his t-shirt off and decided Kazahaya's needed to go too. All of them were wearing too many clothes at this point, but Sanzo's were too complex for Rikuou to want to bother with in the short term. Kazahaya's shirt was easy; a few tugs and Rikuou was touching his chest, damn, finally, Kazahaya moaning encouragement.
Rikuou heard two thuds and a slither of paper, and suddenly Sanzo was pulling his robes over his head. He looked smaller without them, though less ridiculous without the gold crown. The jeans and the black top and gloves looked bizarrely kinky, which Rikuou didn't mind, really.
Kazahaya didn't either; he was staring at Sanzo with glassy eyes, half-biting at his own lower lip.
"He's not the only one here," Rikuou said irritably, and suddenly those eyes were staring at his body, which had sort of been the intention but was kind of disconcerting in actual fact.
"Wait," Rikuou said, uselessly, as Kazahaya dragged him back down and attacked his pants. Sanzo's hands-- shit, Sanzo's hands-- tangled in his hair, yanked his face around, and holy shit Sanzo kissed like an animal.
He was vaguely aware of Kazahaya pulling his pants off, then working on his own, but Sanzo started reaching down and that took most of his waning mental energy. Sanzo's fingers were nimble, which wasn't too much of a surprise, but then they were on his cock oh shit--
He'd never get the fucking kitty ears again. That should count for something, right--
Kazahaya was kissing Sanzo again, his hand reaching over for Sanzo's cock, and damn, this was the best porn he'd ever seen and he was right in the middle of it.
Sanzo's fingers were moving fast, fuck he'd never last like this, and he moved his hips back, trying to pull away before he lost it completely. Sanzo just gripped tighter, his thumb flicking under the head of his cock, and Rikuou bit the inside of his cheek to distract himself.
He could see Kazahaya's hand moving on Sanzo at the edge of his vision, and Kazahaya was rubbing his own erection slowly up against Sanzo's jeans.
Rikuou remembered suddenly he had a free hand. Right. Free hand was good. Free hand was reaching down, wrapping around Kazahaya's foreskin, fingers tightening-- damn, his skin was soft there, and Kazahaya gasped and thrust against his grip. Sanzo's other hand disappeared somewhere behind Kazahaya's back, and he moved, twisting Rikuou's cock and teasing the head with his thumb, and he and Kazahaya came almost together, white light flashing behind Rikuou's eyes, his body shuddering, Kazahaya's semen covering Rikuou's hand.
Sanzo slipped his own wet hand into Kazahaya's mouth, and Kazahaya sucked on his fingers. Rikuou shifted his weight down and licked at Kazahaya's fingers, Sanzo's cock beneath them.
That did it for Sanzo; he came against Rikuou's lips, bitter and hot, and Rikuou grinned. Yeah. Fuck those kitty ears.
Rikuou sat up and pulled his hand through his hair. "Well?"
Sanzo's glare, he decided, must be on some kind of timer. "Well, what?" he snapped, getting out of bed.
Rikuou couldn't help grinning. "You don't want to cuddle?"
Sanzo rolled his eyes and reached for his robes. "Enjoy yourselves."
"Yeah, well, we will." Rikuou said, as Sanzo walked out the door as if nothing had happened. He looked over at Kazahaya, who was looking at his hand as if it might disappear if he wasn't careful. "So are we staying or what?"
"What?" Kazahaya said.
"Stop spacing out and answer me," he said.
Kazahaya's eyes finally moved to Rikuou. "I was not spacing out," he said indignantly.
Rikuou dropped back down on the bed and rolled his eyes. "You were in the stratosphere."
"Why do you say things like that, you jerk?"
Rikuou shoved at him at his foot. "Why are you such a dingbat?"
"I am not!" Kazahaya moved to smack him, but Rikuou grabbed his wrist and pinned him against the mattress. "Hey," Kazahaya said, "quit it." But his struggle wasn't all that serious.
I could get used to this, Rikuou thought.