The red of Hakkai's blood began to seep through the cloth Sanzo held pressed to the wound. "Bastard, can't you heal yourself?" he asked quietly. He knew the answer. Hakkai was weakened. He couldn't gather his energy to heal. If he did, it was risking tiring himself out, which would be the same as suicide.
"S-Sanzo…" his voice came as a faint whisper, "I… I can't…"
"I don't care," Sanzo growled, "If you fall asleep I'll kill you, you got that?" He closed his eyes, knowing that if Hakkai died, he had killed him anyway, "Keep your eyes open."
It was easier said than done. Every breath was a struggle, and Hakkai couldn't feel anything except the pain in his chest. If he was still holding Sanzo's wrist, he didn't know. He had lost motion of his arms and legs long ago. He could just barely feel cool fingers brush across his forehead, slicking back his hair from his eyes. "What can I do…?" a voice whispered in his ear, "How can I help…?" The voice was laced with sorrow.
Sanzo drew a bloodied hand through his blonde hair. If only there was some way to give Hakkai more strength. Then he could heal himself. As much as he hated to admit it, this death was one he didn't want to be responsible for. He had killed many before, but this one's death he feared.
There were stories of chi being increased by intercourse. He wondered vaguely if that applied to two men. Most likely not. And he wasn't willing to try. Not that far, anyway.
Sanzo bent forward and brushed his lips against Hakkai's, catching the other's breath in his mouth. He pulled back a mere fraction of an inch, and whispered, "Take me."
Hakkai's eyes searched his face, looking for any hint of sarcasm or joke. Sanzo sighed, his hot breath caressing Hakkai's neck. "My chi. Borrow it," he clarified, "Heal yourself. Now." He lowered his mouth again.
Almost immediately, Sanzo felt energy leaving him. It wasn't painful, it was just a dulling sensation. His body grew heavy, and he shifted positions to get more comfortable. Now the shirt he had used to stop the blood loss wasn't jabbing into his chest. He also stretched out his arms, pressing himself flat on Hakkai. He would be too tired to move after this.
A pair of arms latched around his neck, drawing him even closer than physically possible, meshing their lips together almost painfully. One of them had moved the cloth so that there was nothing separating their pounding hearts. Who it was, Sanzo didn't know. All that entered his mind was Hakkai's closeness- his feel, his scent, his movement.
And then, his lungs convulsed for air. They parted, each panting hard. Sanzo realized his fingers were laced into Hakkai's brown hair. He disentangled his hand and slipped it over Hakkai's chest, finding no wound. The brunette smiled gently, "It's healed."
Sanzo dropped back down, resting his head at the nape of the other's neck, "Dammit, now I'm exhausted."
"Thank you," Hakkai said.
"Shut up."
When Goku returned with the water, he found the two asleep, locked in each other's embrace. Hakkai wasn't dead, which was a good sign. Goku left the water next to the sleeping mat, and climbed back into his own bed.
A/N- Look for a sequel if reviews are strong enough for this one. I know I left a LOT of loose ends. Keep reviewing and I'll see what I can do. Thanks and good-bye!