All Tied Up (Saiyuki, Hazel/Sanzo)
Title: All Tied Up
Author: lady_ganesh
Rating: R
Summary/Prompt: Tentacles. I apologize, but Sanzo wouldn't let things get porny. O Sanzo.
Sometimes, Sanzo wonders if he should just screw Hazel and get it over with.
This is not one of those times.
"You're insane," Sanzo says from between gritted teeth. "And this is your fault."
Hazel wriggles against the tentacle holding them together-- back to back, at least. His voice grates like sandpaper in Sanzo's ears. "I can't imagine how--"
"Stop doing that!" Sanzo snaps. "What is wrong with you?"
"I'm merely testing its strength, Sanzo-han," Hazel answers, wriggling once again against his bonds. Sanzo would slap him if he could move his arms. Except that slapping him would probably encourage the perverted little freak.
"Do you even know what it is?" Sanzo snaps, to cover up the fact that he hasn't the faintest idea.
"A form of land-dwelling octopus, perhaps?"
That, like so many of Hazel's statements, was so stupid Sanzo can't be bothered to dignify it with a response. He jerks at the tentacles and frees one enough to put his hands together. "Sanzo-han?"
Sanzo ignores him and begins to chant.
The monster dissolves in a cloud of smoke and ash.
"Very nice," Hazel said, sounding slightly disappointed. "We'd best be moving; Gat will be looking for us."
Sanzo grunts a reply. Pretending nothing just happened is clearly the best course of action.
He is certainly not going to think about Goku, bounding up and asking loudly where the calamari is.
And checking the front of Hazel's robes for anything suspicious is entirely out of the question.
Author: lady_ganesh
Rating: R
Summary/Prompt: Tentacles. I apologize, but Sanzo wouldn't let things get porny. O Sanzo.
Sometimes, Sanzo wonders if he should just screw Hazel and get it over with.
This is not one of those times.
"You're insane," Sanzo says from between gritted teeth. "And this is your fault."
Hazel wriggles against the tentacle holding them together-- back to back, at least. His voice grates like sandpaper in Sanzo's ears. "I can't imagine how--"
"Stop doing that!" Sanzo snaps. "What is wrong with you?"
"I'm merely testing its strength, Sanzo-han," Hazel answers, wriggling once again against his bonds. Sanzo would slap him if he could move his arms. Except that slapping him would probably encourage the perverted little freak.
"Do you even know what it is?" Sanzo snaps, to cover up the fact that he hasn't the faintest idea.
"A form of land-dwelling octopus, perhaps?"
That, like so many of Hazel's statements, was so stupid Sanzo can't be bothered to dignify it with a response. He jerks at the tentacles and frees one enough to put his hands together. "Sanzo-han?"
Sanzo ignores him and begins to chant.
The monster dissolves in a cloud of smoke and ash.
"Very nice," Hazel said, sounding slightly disappointed. "We'd best be moving; Gat will be looking for us."
Sanzo grunts a reply. Pretending nothing just happened is clearly the best course of action.
He is certainly not going to think about Goku, bounding up and asking loudly where the calamari is.
And checking the front of Hazel's robes for anything suspicious is entirely out of the question.