I am not a Kento whore, thank you very much. (fauxfaia) wrote in hammerspace,
I am not a Kento whore, thank you very much.

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I am so sorry in advanced.

But scribblemoose has been doing all of this writing for Red Nose Comic Relief, and I couldn't HELP IT. So apologizes in advanced. XD;;

Title: This never happened
Fandom: Saiyuki
Pairing: Sanzo/Gojyo
Rating: PG-13 for sexuality, language, and "wtf" factor. XD
edit: LJ-Cut'd

Gojyo's eye twitched. The one that was fastudiously outlined with liquid eyeliner. Actually, both were, but this one was done up by a more practiced hand than it's twin. "It's... not what you think." he said far too quickly, slightly out of breath. It could have been from the corset that clinched his already narrow waist even smaller. Or the fact that he had been bent double over the vanity table and had one very aroused, blonde priest grinding against his ass. He discreetly tugged down the lacy hem of the short, slinky slip that hugged his slim hips like a second skin, but the motion did absolutely nothing but draw attention to the hardness that strained against the fabric. Sanzo silently stood up straight and adjusted his pants nonchalantly, acting as if he wasn't dry-humping against Gojyo's ass just mere seconds ago. The faintest hint of a blush graced the man's pale cheeks.

Hakkai calmly set the take-out bags down on the small card table and politely excused himself from the room. There was a brief, awkward silence before the sound of hysterical laughter echoed down the hall.

Goku simply stood there in the doorway and stared, a half-eaten meatbun still hanging in the air from where he had lifted it for another bite. His golden eyes had taken on a glassy, glazed look, much like the bubble gum pink shine on Gojyo's lips. Sanzo's face grew redder.

"What the fuck are you staring at, monkey?" he growled, folding his arms across his chest defensively. Gojyo looked like he'd taken a bite out of a very, very bitter strawberry and couldn't decide whether or not to stay deathly pale or cherry red under the delicate rose-coloured blush on his face.

The brown-haired boy's mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but after a quick moment of reconsideration, shut soundly with a snap. He quietly set his half-eaten bun down on the table and left.

There was another brief, awkward silence.

Gojyo was the first to speak. "Well... shit." he began, tugging on a lock of crimson hair. "What are we going to do now?"



"This never happened." Sanzo turned away and moved to put on his robes.


"I said, 'This never happened.' We aren't going to talk about this, we aren't going to say one damn thing. Get your clothes on, take that shit off your face, and get me my cigarettes." he ordered, straightening the sutra upon his shoulders. Gojyo gawked at him for a second before stomping one strappy, black stiletto'd heel.

"Excuse me!? Who the fuck died and made you the boss of me?! If you haven't noticed, we have a bad situation here!"

Sanzo shot him an icy glare. "And it will get worse if you don't do what I say, kappa. I'm not in the mood to put you back into your place. Now shut your mouth and move your ass or I'll move it for you."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, you fucking perv!"

"I'm not the asshole wearing make-up and women's clothing."



"... touché, you bastard."


I'm going to go back to bed now. LOL.
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