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onepieceyaoi100Title: Midnight Fixations
Pairing(s): Zoro/Usopp, Sanji+Zoro, Sanji+Usopp
Rating: PG13-R
Word Count: 161
Sanji lay awake, his eyes wide open, and his ears even more so. Just on the periphery of his hearing, stifled sounds met his ears. Muffled, gasping whispers intermingled with choked grunts and soft growls. He already lost count of the times he listened. The first time he almost yelped in shock, then promptly tried to block the sounds out. He still managed the grace to blush, especially on those nights when he couldn't take it anymore and turned to his own hand. The cook's breath always caught at one distinct moment. Not at the crescendo, but in the whispers afterwards. Tender secrets they wouldn't dare say in anyone else's company. Lightly teasing, murmured endearments. A few distinct nights, he caught the glances they exchanged. A few distinct nights he caught them lying in the same hammock, paradoxically innocent in each other's arms. A few distinct nights he longed for them both, wanting a part of something so impossibly beautiful.
Pairing(s): Zoro/Usopp, Sanji+Zoro, Sanji+Usopp
Rating: PG13-R
Word Count: 161
Sanji lay awake, his eyes wide open, and his ears even more so. Just on the periphery of his hearing, stifled sounds met his ears. Muffled, gasping whispers intermingled with choked grunts and soft growls. He already lost count of the times he listened. The first time he almost yelped in shock, then promptly tried to block the sounds out. He still managed the grace to blush, especially on those nights when he couldn't take it anymore and turned to his own hand. The cook's breath always caught at one distinct moment. Not at the crescendo, but in the whispers afterwards. Tender secrets they wouldn't dare say in anyone else's company. Lightly teasing, murmured endearments. A few distinct nights, he caught the glances they exchanged. A few distinct nights he caught them lying in the same hammock, paradoxically innocent in each other's arms. A few distinct nights he longed for them both, wanting a part of something so impossibly beautiful.
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