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onepieceyaoi100Title: Sin and Absolution
Rating: NC-17 or the hardest R since Frankie had a boner
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
EDIT: oh yes, and Spatula/Zoro
Word Count: 300 (so horribly mangled and shortened)
Comments: Really, I'm just glad I got this little bugger out. It's been so long since I've written here... ^^;; *just glad she can blame the lack of quality on sleep deprivation*
Smoke and savory aromas filled the galley. ShitCook busied himself with some caramel-thread creation. Perfect. Silent as a cat on the prowl, Roronoa Zoro stole closer to his target. His fingers just lighted on the smooth surface, but a spatula slid down his back. He froze. Caught!
“And what d’you think you’re doing with my best merlot?” Sanji received but a scowl and a shiver in response. A carnal grin crept across his face, so he let the edge of the spatula rub the swordsman’s tailbone.
“You can drink it… but you owe me.” Zoro grinned; He realized nothing, especially what the extra rub of the spatula signified. Zoro forgot the incident, in lieu of good booze, good food, good sex, and lots of sleep. Two weeks blew past in a loopy blur, so Zoro shuffled in, blasé as a rich man’s pet. Sanji simpered after the girls at this hour, ri-? Aw, fuck. A white, slender hand gripped his wrist with surprising strength.
“Ah, ah, Marimo. You never paid for the first bottle.”
“Eh? I don’t have the money.”
“Oh, not that.”
Ok, where the fuck did that spatula come from?
The blond locked the door, ditched the spatula and pushed Zoro to the ground. A deep, lascivious kiss silenced all comments, a sensuous hand down his pants silenced all concerns. Sanji chuckled and stroked the hardness he prompted. As Zoro’s distraction grew, Sanji disrobed him. One detail snatched Zoro’s attention, a cold, slow drop of slick something ran down his inner thigh.
“It doesn’t hurt. Relax. I can take it, can’t you?” His heckles rose, only to still with the pressure of Sanji’s finger, then fingers, and then…
Zoro met Sanji’s thrusts each time, minutes blended together, until Zoro was left asleep, in Sanji’s arms.
Rating: NC-17 or the hardest R since Frankie had a boner
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
EDIT: oh yes, and Spatula/Zoro
Word Count: 300 (so horribly mangled and shortened)
Comments: Really, I'm just glad I got this little bugger out. It's been so long since I've written here... ^^;; *just glad she can blame the lack of quality on sleep deprivation*
Smoke and savory aromas filled the galley. ShitCook busied himself with some caramel-thread creation. Perfect. Silent as a cat on the prowl, Roronoa Zoro stole closer to his target. His fingers just lighted on the smooth surface, but a spatula slid down his back. He froze. Caught!
“And what d’you think you’re doing with my best merlot?” Sanji received but a scowl and a shiver in response. A carnal grin crept across his face, so he let the edge of the spatula rub the swordsman’s tailbone.
“You can drink it… but you owe me.” Zoro grinned; He realized nothing, especially what the extra rub of the spatula signified. Zoro forgot the incident, in lieu of good booze, good food, good sex, and lots of sleep. Two weeks blew past in a loopy blur, so Zoro shuffled in, blasé as a rich man’s pet. Sanji simpered after the girls at this hour, ri-? Aw, fuck. A white, slender hand gripped his wrist with surprising strength.
“Ah, ah, Marimo. You never paid for the first bottle.”
“Eh? I don’t have the money.”
“Oh, not that.”
Ok, where the fuck did that spatula come from?
The blond locked the door, ditched the spatula and pushed Zoro to the ground. A deep, lascivious kiss silenced all comments, a sensuous hand down his pants silenced all concerns. Sanji chuckled and stroked the hardness he prompted. As Zoro’s distraction grew, Sanji disrobed him. One detail snatched Zoro’s attention, a cold, slow drop of slick something ran down his inner thigh.
“It doesn’t hurt. Relax. I can take it, can’t you?” His heckles rose, only to still with the pressure of Sanji’s finger, then fingers, and then…
Zoro met Sanji’s thrusts each time, minutes blended together, until Zoro was left asleep, in Sanji’s arms.
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Date: 2004-11-24 04:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-24 11:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-24 05:16 am (UTC)I must say, though, when you mentioned the spatula, and had Sanji waving it around, I was seriously wondering if... er... Zoro was going to... uh... find himself... becoming very familiar with said utensil... O_O
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Date: 2004-11-24 11:11 am (UTC)Nah, that was Sanji playing with him... even though Zoro's too thick to get that <_<;;
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Date: 2004-11-24 05:10 pm (UTC)Yes... yes you did. ^_^
Thank goodness. There are just some images I don't need... ~_~
Yes... yes you did. ^_^
<q>Nah, that was Sanji playing with him... </q>
Thank goodness. There are just some images I don't need... ~_~
<q>even though Zoro's too thick to get that <_<;;</q>
Hey, that's---actually, that's true... <sigh>
And now, a word from out sponsor:
"Spatula City, we sell spatulas--and that's all!"
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Date: 2004-11-24 06:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-24 11:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-24 08:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-24 11:12 am (UTC)Z: ...... *hides*
aww, man! *snaps fingers in dissapointment*
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Date: 2004-11-24 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-25 01:46 am (UTC)