Title: Quatrefoil
Author: freeradical9
E-mail: freeradical9 (at) gmail (.) com
Webpage: http://freeradical9.livejournal.com
Pairing: Gojyo/Hakkai/Tenpou/Kenren
Rating: NC-17
Warnings Explicit M/M, foursome, voyeurism, language
Summary: Hakkai has a rather odd dream.
Written for the prompt: Gojyo/Hakkai/Tenpou/Kenren...seeing
them in a foursome action.
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"You," came a disembodied voice that sounded
strangely like his own, "are impossibly dense."
Even before he opened his eyes, Hakkai knew that he was dreaming. Dreaming,
because there was no way anyone in the waking world could enter a secluded
forest campsite which contained a Sanzo priest, a dragon and three slumbering youkai and manage to go undetected.
Opening his eyes confirmed that Hakkai was dreaming, because the voice belonged
to a near-mirror image of himself, a stranger who was
currently crouched down beside Hakkai's bedroll, the tails of his white lab
coat dragging in the dirt. Not quite a true mirror image--apart from his
clothing, he also had longer hair and darker eyes, and his aura didn't feel
like that of a youkai--didn't feel like anything at
all, in fact. The stranger pushed a pair of spectacles up on his nose, and
regarded Hakkai expectantly.
Hakkai said the only coherent thing that came to mind. "Pardon me?"
"You. Dense. Of course,
there are some who would argue it's a trait we both share, but that would be
beside the point. I'm here because, to be quite frank, we've decided that we're
not going to put up with this ridiculous situation any longer. It's been over
five hundred years, and we're tired of waiting around." He paused, then added, almost as an afterthought, "I'm Tenpou, by the way. I believe you've heard of me
before."
Hakkai blinked. Tenpou. Wasn't Tenpou supposed to be...?
"Come along then." Tenpou abruptly rose to
his feet. "We haven't got all night." Without waiting for a response,
he turned and walked off into the forest.
A bit hesitantly, without really knowing why he did so, Hakkai rose from his
bedroll and followed Tenpou out into the night.
Hakkai somehow already had pants on, but he had neglected to put on shoes or
his monocle, and the stones and moss were cool under his bare feet as he padded
after the white blur of Tenpou's lab coat. Time
skipped oddly as he walked, as was common in dreams, and suddenly Hakkai found
himself at the edge of a clearing where moonlight filtered down onto a wide
patch of grass.
There were two people already in the clearing as he and Tenpou
approached. Hakkai saw with a start that one of them was Gojyo...and the other
was a near-mirror image of Gojyo. Hakkai's steps slowed. If the man with long
red hair standing there in jeans and a tank top was the real thing, then the
look-alike with short hair in the black greatcoat must be....
"Kenren," Tenpou
said, sounding pleased. "I see you managed to bring your counterpart
along."
Kenren made a noncommittal noise and ground a spent
cigarette out under his heel. He cast a curious glance in Hakkai's direction.
"I would have thought you'd have had more difficultly with yours."
Tenpou simply smiled and said nothing.
It was odd, but by chance, they had arranged themselves so that Hakkai stood
across from Tenpou, and Gojyo from Kenren. Past and
present incarnations, if the words of Homura and his
henchmen were to be believed, positioned as if they were reflections of each
other--arrayed like the points of a compass, or leaves around the stem of a
flower.
"Well," Tenpou said after a moment, "I
guess we should get started." He met Kenren's
eyes, and with an air of perfect nonchalance he crossed the distance that separated
them in about two steps. He came to a halt directly in front of Kenren, raising a hand to the side of Kenren's
face in a gesture that was almost tender. "It really has been too
long," he murmured softly.
A black-gloved hand caught at Tenpou's fingers.
"Fuck, yeah," Kenren replied, sounding
almost breathless as he said it. His other arm slid around in back of the lab
coat, drawing Tenpou closer as Kenren
turned his head ever so slightly in order to....
Hakkai felt his features go wooden with shock. He realized belatedly that,
aside from a few chance comments made by Homura and
his followers, he really knew next to nothing about his and Gojyo's supposed
former incarnations.
He certainly hadn't realized that they'd been...involved.
There was no doubt about it now. Hakkai could only watch in appalled disbelief
as their open mouths touched--lightly at first, then with growing passion and
enthusiasm. Kenren threaded his hands through Tenpou's long hair, tilting his chin to get a better angle
and tongues flashed out visibly in the moonlight. Tenpou's
fingertips were gliding down over Kenren's black
leather coat, settling lightly over the waist as he canted forward, pressing up
against him. Hakkai couldn't help but notice that their bodies fit together
perfectly, as if they had been practicing at it for ages.
Cast into the role of voyeur and unwitting audience, Hakkai somehow couldn't
manage to tear his eyes away. The two kami blithely
continued kissing each other, touching each other. The whole situation was
making Hakkai feel distinctly...warm. It didn't help that, with their physical
similarities, his stunned mind kept trying to superimpose an image of himself
and Gojyo in their places. The very idea was utterly unnerving. ...And yet,
once it occurred to him, he couldn't seem to stop thinking about it.
Conflicted and confused, Hakkai resolutely averted his eyes.
He found himself looking at Gojyo, which was almost worse. Gojyo was staring
fixedly at the bizarre sight of their previous incarnations making out in the
middle of the woods. He was wearing a half-freaked out, half-turned on
expression--one that Hakkai desperately hoped wasn't showing up on his own
face.
"Ah..." Hakkai started to say. He stopped and wet his lips, wondering
absently how his mouth had gotten so dry. "Perhaps we should go back to
the campsite," he suggested to Gojyo. And leave these two alone
to...whatever.
He thought that he'd said it quietly enough, and that the others were preoccupied
enough that they wouldn't notice. However, the words had barely left Hakkai's
mouth, when he was suddenly pinned by two sets of reproachful celestial eyes.
"Oh no you don't," Kenren
stated firmly. He took a step forward, hands sliding almost reluctantly away
from Tenpou. "What did I tell you," he said
back over his shoulder to the other kami. His dark
eyes were glittering in an almost predatory fashion.
"I knew that it was your incarnation who was
going to be the problem here. Honestly, Tenpou, you've
turned into such a prude."
"Mmm.
I have to agree," Tenpou murmured, looking at
Hakkai with entirely too much appraisal written into his expression. "You
were absolutely right. We'll have to do something about that first."
Kenren took another purposeful step. He was starting
to get uncomfortably close. Hakkai stood his ground in spite of the small voice
in the back of his head that informed him that it might be better for he and Gojyo to run while they still had the chance.
"Excuse me," Hakkai said. He was irritated at being forced into this
position, and his tone was more than a bit put out. "I don't mean to be
rude, but...."
Anything else he was going to say was abruptly cut short. Kenren
was across the intervening space and kissing him, warm hands cupping his face
as lips moved on lips, smooth and wet. Hakkai froze in shock for the second
time in as many minutes, his mind going utterly blank.
He vaguely heard Gojyo give an indignant shout on his account, and briefly
wondered if he was going to be rescued.
It seemed not--for he heard Tenpou speak up then,
quiet and direct. "...Are you jealous?"
Gojyo immediately subsided in spluttering denial.
...Which left Hakkai on his own to deal with Kenren...something
he really wasn't handling very well. Watching Kenren kiss was nothing compared to experiencing it. The kami's lips were soft, sensual, stroking against Hakkai's
mouth in a way that evoked an entirely involuntary shiver. It was a strange
sensation...but not, Hakkai realized, wholly unpleasant. If
Gojyo had ever....
Hakkai quashed that line of thought before it had even fully formed. He was
absolutely not going to compare Kenren to
Gojyo, since he knew that was exactly what Kenren
wanted him to do. Coming back to his senses somewhat, Hakkai started to pull
away.
...Only to find that Tenpou had slid around behind
him to strategically block his escape.
"Oh, no," Tenpou murmured into his ear as Kenren continued to hold his head steady with his thumbs
pressing lightly along Hakkai's cheekbones. Tenpou's
hands slid up along the sleeves of Hakkai's black shirt and across the front of
his shoulders, leaning forward to allow a warm breath to feather against the
nape of his neck. "You're not getting away that easily. I told you, we've
waited too long. You're not going anywhere until after we've made our
point."
Hakkai disliked being cornered--resented being manipulated. He was a heartbeat
away from summoning his chi to reclaim his personal space. ...And
yet....
And yet, Kenren's kiss, while forward, was neither
aggressive nor invasive. It was teasing, playful...almost gentle. His tongue
ran lightly over the contours of Hakkai's closed lips, and he made no attempt
whatsoever force his way in. He simply touched and nipped in light, careful
motions, exactly as though he were expecting Hakkai to come around any minute,
now. ...Which was precisely why, Hakkai realized with slightly foggy insight,
Gojyo had such a reputation as a lover. For all
Gojyo's brash exterior, he had a remarkable sensitivity when he cared to let it
show.
Tenpou was much more direct. Hakkai felt lips brush
against the side of his neck, then wetness, then mild suction. It should have
caused him to panic, but Kenren was continuing to
distract him with those light, soft touches of his mouth. Tenpou's
hands shifted, ghosting downward over his chest. They came to rest, fingertips
lightly stroking over his nipples through the thin black cloth of his sleeping
shirt.
The jolt from that touch went right to Hakkai's groin. He dimly heard himself
make a soft little noise. Kenren's tongue flicked
between Hakkai's parted lips, and Hakkai found that he didn't have the
willpower to resist it. It darted out against his teeth, once, twice, and then
deeper. Without conscious thought, indeed all conscious thought seemed to be
abandoning him completely, Hakkai found himself tilting his head
accommodatingly as Tenpou continued to lick wetly at
the side of his neck and Kenren began to explore the
inside his mouth.
After four years of meticulous celibacy, it was appalling how easily the subtle
sensuality was able to rouse emotions and cravings that Hakkai had thought were
safely dead and buried deep inside. Desire rose up inside him like a physical
force. Common sense and inhibitions were melting away under the flawlessly
orchestrated siege by two individuals who apparently knew him better than he
knew himself.
It's been too long.... he thought helplessly. He had to...he needed....
His hands came up to tangle in Kenren's hair, and he
found himself responding to Kenren's advance out of
sheer desperation. Tenpou purred in approval and slid
his hands up underneath Hakkai's shirt. His fingertips glided artfully over
skin in a way that made Hakkai shudder with longing.
"Do you like watching your other self kissing him?" Hakkai dimly
heard Tenpou's words through the haze of arousal, and
knew that he wasn't the one being addressed. "He likes it, as you can see.
He'd like it even more if it was you."
Kenren gently released Hakkai's mouth at that point,
prompting an entirely involuntary noise of disappointment. The kami's intent dark eyes studied Hakkai for a moment, then slid slyly sideways. Almost against his will, Hakkai
found himself turning his head to look, his gaze drawn irresistibly to where
Gojyo stood. Gojyo was watching--had been watching since the beginning. His
gaze was wide-eyed, lips wet and slightly parted. Hakkai felt some part of his
building desire shift suddenly. Wanting, needing...knowing it was clear on his
face. "Gojyo," he breathed, his voice sounding low and husky in his
own ears.
He saw Gojyo swallow hard. Then Kenren was nuzzling
beneath Hakkai's jaw, and Tenpou's hand was sliding
down over the front of his pants, stroking and cupping at the bulge there that
Hakkai would ordinarily have been mortified about--except that it felt so good.
Kenren's lips and tongue brushed along the arch of
his neck, and Hakkai tilted his head back and closed his eyes, drawing in a
shaky breath. "Gojyo...."
Hakkai knew that he was utterly lost if even his own embarrassment lacked the
power recall him from this folly. He was drowning in sensation, incapable of
doing anything more than listening to his own unsteady breathing as Tenpou continued to stroke at the front of his khakis and Kenren purposefully nuzzled at the pulse-point of his
throat.
He didn't hear the footsteps until they settled to a halt nearby. Abruptly, a
hand slid up along the side of Hakkai's face. The palm was rough and callused,
completely unlike the smooth fingers that continued to stroke underneath the
fabric of Hakkai's shirt. Hakkai's eyes flew open, and he found himself looking
into irises of brilliant crimson. So familiar and yet...he'd never seen Gojyo
look so uncertain. The red haired man hesitated, even as he stared at Hakkai
with a mixture of wonder and longing clear on his face.
"Gojyo," Hakkai found himself saying, barely aware of the words as a
surge of raw desire clenched in his gut. "Oh, Gojyo.
Please."
Kenren's touch slid away. Hakkai's hands threaded
themselves insistently into Gojyo's shirt and into Gojyo's hair. Suddenly there
was no space separating the two of them at all, their bodies pressed together,
mouths locked against each other in urgency and mutual need. Somewhere in the
distance, Hakkai thought he heard the kami chuckling
quietly, sharing a joke at his and Gojyo's expense. He couldn't bring himself
to care.
Gojyo's hands were everywhere, cupping his chin, gliding over his chest,
grasping at his waist--as if, having decided to touch Hakkai, he suddenly
couldn't get enough. He was doing things with his tongue that were making
Hakkai go weak at the knees, and his broad hands were sliding lower, settling
over the curve of Hakkai's backside and squeezing lightly in a way that caused
Hakkai to moan and clutch at him, pulling him tighter.
He didn't realize that the kami had shifted positions
until he felt Kenren's solid warmth settle at his
back. A fleeting glance showed him that Tenpou had
slipped in behind Gojyo, as if to prevent Gojyo from changing his mind. ...Not
that Gojyo seemed inclined to do so at the moment. He had been caught up and
trapped by his own desire much as Hakkai had been. It was as if they both had
been wanting this--been wanting each other, for ages
and ages without ever realizing it at all.
Hakkai's pants were growing uncomfortably tight. Gojyo was wearing snug black
denim, and his situation by now was probably even worse. ...And incongruously,
part of Hakkai thought, It's just a dream.
What could be the harm? He found himself reaching down, fumbling with the
fastening of Gojyo's jeans.
To his surprise, he felt fingers close over his own, stopping him.
"Hakkai," Gojyo said, pulling back, faintly breathless. "I
know...I know this is what they want. But...I gotta
be sure. Is this really what you want?"
Hakkai blinked, caught off guard by the question. "I." The simple
thoughtfulness, the selflessness in that familiar voice, a voice blurred with
its own deep-seated need--it made his heart give a sharp little twist in his
chest. "I...I think...I think it is." Hakkai realized as he said the
words that they were true. "It really is. If that's
quite all right with you."
Gojyo made a noise that sounded like a strangled laugh. "Only you would
ask for permission to get laid." Gentle fingers brushed dark bangs out of
his eyes, then moved down to cup at his cheek. "Is it all right? Hell,
yeah. ...For a long time, now."
Then the two of them were kissing again, and four sets of hands were fumbling
at clothing. ...And because it was a dream, it didn't seem at all strange that
suddenly all four of them were kneeling down in the cool grass and none of them
had any clothes on at all.
Seeing all that skin brought an almost painful flush of heat to Hakkai's face.
Of their own volition, his eyes wandered, starting at Gojyo's taut neck,
traveling down the well-proportioned chest, the trim waist, to the...Hakkai
stopped. Stared. One couldn't live with another person
for four years and not catch occasional glimpses. Hakkai had always known that
Gojyo was well-endowed. He'd never seen him fully aroused before, though.
Oh. The thought of what they were doing, where they were going with
this, swept over him, and he felt traces of panic start to claw through his
mind.
"Easy," Kenren murmured behind him, as if
sensing the train of his thought. The warm skin of his chest pressed up against
Hakkai's back, solid and oddly reassuring. Hands stroked over his shoulders as Kenren mouthed lightly along Hakkai's spine, massaging at
the tense knots that suddenly formed there. "Don't worry, we'll go slow. All it takes is a little preparation. You'll
see." Hakkai was hardly comforted by the words--and yet, under Kenren's careful ministrations, the tension started to
bleed away again. The kami's fingers laced with his
own, guiding his hand up. Hakkai felt a little shock run through him as he
brushed up against the bare skin of Gojyo's chest.
"Go on," Kenren said encouragingly, placing
his palm over Gojyo's sternum. "He wants you to touch him." Kenren seemed to be right, because Gojyo shivered a little
as that slight contact trailed across his skin, then caught his breath as the
pads of Hakkai's fingers brushed up against a dark areola. Hakkai stroked there
a second time with his thumb, and Gojyo gave a faint little moan.
Kenren moaned a little, too. The kami
was hard, behind him, Hakkai could feel him, could hear him touching himself. He was obviously getting off on what Hakkai and
Gojyo were doing. And Tenpou...Tenpou
was watching all of them, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust as he buried his face
in Gojyo's hair and caught at Gojyo's hands, guiding them forward.
Oh.... Those hands slid down between Hakkai's thighs, Tenpou's and Gojyo's both, touching him in intimate places,
touching him in ways that he hadn't been touched by anyone in years. His heart
rate sped up, and he heard himself start to pant shallowly. At about the same
time, Kenren shifted behind him, cupping at a hip
briefly before moving down behind again, and then...Hakkai caught his breath as
a slick fingertip circled sensitive flesh, once, again, and then pressed in.
"Nnnh."
Hakkai's whole body tensed--he couldn't help it. It felt so strange. Not quite
pleasure and not quite pain.... The fingertip rubbed at the tightness inside of
him, massaging, encouraging him to relax. He couldn't stay tensed, not with
Gojyo's skilled hands continuing to tease pleasure from him in slow waves. Kenren gradually pushed deeper, opening him up a little bit
at a time. When he thought Hakkai was ready, the kami
worked another finger in. Hakkai arched a little at that, allowing his head to
loll back against the support of Kenren's shoulder.
"Ready?" Tenpou asked quietly, nudging
Gojyo closer. Kenren nodded, and Hakkai gave a faint
gasp as the kami's fingers withdrew. Then Gojyo was
there, pressing up against him, as Tenpou skillfully
lined him up in position.
Hakkai made a small, helpless noise as Gojyo pushed in.
"Easy, easy," Kenren was murmuring in his
ear. Kenren's grip was warm, supporting him,
preventing him from writhing away from that intimate and painful touch.
"Just relax. The first time is always tough. It gets better after this.
Much, much better, I promise you."
Dimly he heard Tenpou gently offering encouragement
from the other side. Somebody's hands--he didn't know whose, and couldn't spare
the attention to look, wrapped around his left knee, lifting. The inside of his
thigh settled against Gojyo's waist and it felt good. Gojyo must have thought
so too, for he responded by leaning forward even more.
"Nnnnh." Hakkai
tensed at the sensation of it, but there was less pain and more pleasure to it
this time, as his muscles began to ease a bit. Gojyo found his mouth at the
same time that Kenren hand slipped forward and
wrapped a hand around his...Hakkai whimpered and then moaned in earnest as the
sensations from it all began to collide and meld together.
"Go ahead," he heard Tenpou coaching Gojyo
softly. "He can take it. It's what he wants...what we all want." Tenpou drew Gojyo's hair back over his shoulder, and began
to nip and suck at his neck with tiny, wet sounds. Gojyo let out a clipped moan
and then he was rocking--small, tight thrusts that caused Hakkai's breath to
hitch and his hips to cant upwards.
Hakkai arched with the intensity of it, losing contact with Gojyo's lips. Almost
immediately, Kenren was there, his tongue stroking
deep as his hands caressed Hakkai from behind. "Yeah," he said into
Hakkai's mouth. "Feels good, doesn't it." Hakkai felt Kenren's hard length behind him, pushing into the small of
his back, rubbing insistently between his cheeks. "Let him fuck you. Let
him in all the way." He stopped Hakkai's breath again, muffling the tiny
sounds that Hakkai was making in time with Gojyo's thrusts. "Almost.
A bit more. Ah. There, do you feel it?"
"Oh!" Oh yes, Hakkai did. His eyes opened wide, and a loud, desperate
noise clawed its way out of his throat as pleasure coursed through him, sweet
and intense and beautiful. Somewhere distant, he thought he heard Tenpou give a low and frantic moan. Kenren's
hand stroked at him even as Gojyo filled him up, and Hakkai wanted...he
needed.... "Oh, Gojyo," he whispered hoarsely.
"Fuck," he heard Gojyo mumble. "Fuck, Hakkai, I can't...."
Then he was drawing back and thrusting in sharply, causing Hakkai to gasp at
the pain of it, at the pleasure of it, and he suddenly knew that he wouldn't be
able to take much more. Another thrust, deeper, harder, and Hakkai realized
that Gojyo's control was faltering, he was loosing himself, but that hardly
mattered, because so was Hakkai. Another thrust...and another...and....
...And then it was too much, and Hakkai was writhing, crying out as he pushed
up around Gojyo, pushed up into Kenren's hand. His
body was tightening convulsively, and he was trembling, tensing....
And then Gojyo's arms were around him, crushing their mouths together, crushing
their bodies together as he rode through the
...That was when Hakkai woke up.
The first thing that he became aware of was that it was just little past dawn.
The sky outside the inn room window was liberally streaked with reds and golds, and Hakkai could hear birds singing beyond the glass
panes. The second thing that Hakkai became aware of was that there was a
liberal amount of cooling wetness soaking the front of his pajama pants.
"Oh dear," he murmured, feeling his face flush a little in
embarrassment. Well. That hadn't happened to him in quite some time.
Although...he couldn’t say that he was surprised, all things considered. That
was...quite a vivid dream.
Hakkai shifted the covers back and sat up. The dream had left behind a rather
dreadful mess. Slick white fluid had soaked through cloth and even gotten onto
the sheets. Hakkai would have to get it all cleaned up before....
"Fuck," he heard Gojyo say from the other bed.
Startled, Hakkai looked over and saw Gojyo peeling back his own sheets with a
mixture of consternation and disgust on his face. He seemed to be having a
similar problem. His sheets were also decorated with a large, tell-tale wet
spot.
He must have felt Hakkai staring at him, for he looked up. A flicker of
embarrassment lit his face as their eyes met. Then his gaze dropped to Hakkai's
messy clothing. His breath caught, and he made a faint noise of disbelief.
It seemed rather too much to be coincidence. Hakkai looked down at his own
sheets again, feeling bewildered. Did we really just...?
It defied all logic or reason. And yet, when Hakkai glanced up again, he saw a
look of open speculation on Gojyo's face. It was an expression that Hakkai
knew, but never had turned in his direction before. It caused an odd little
flutter in his chest, and made the corners of his mouth to curve upward in a
somewhat wry little smile.
...And somewhere deep in the back of his mind, so faint that Hakkai was sure
that he imagined it, a familiar voice whispered…Finally.
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