Unaccepted
Dec. 15th, 2004 03:24 pmTitle: Unaccepted
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: UsoSan
Wordcount: 300
Entirely unwarranted followup to Unexpected. Still no comedy. IC? what's that? ...don't look at me, I don't know. These things do happen.
Sanji noticed something wrong, meeting Usopp on the ship's deck. Alone together in the cabin, it's still wrong, the urgency, bruising pressure against his mouth, against his groin, wrong, but it's pleasure, too. If this is the fondness absence makes for, then maybe his crewmate should visit East Blue more often, and he groans under it.
But Usopp jerks back, shoves him away to stumble to the washroom.
Sanji follows, asks, demands. The answer is unexpected, but he remembers the name. His reply is angrier than he intends, scared fury fueled by the gut-aching chill in his crewmate's eyes. "What'd he do to you?"
"Nothing." Usopp's gulping, empty laugh is the boy's he was, not the voice of the man he is now. "Nothing, not to me."
When Sanji grips his shoulders, they're shaking, not with fear. Dry eyes, but the words spill like tears, until he's wrung dry, slumped against the wall.
"I'm not that kind of man," but after all these years he's still a terrible liar, if he can't believe himself what he's saying. "I wouldn't--" His hands are knotted in his sash, as if the merest brush of Sanji's skin would scald. "Even if I'm a pirate, even if I'm strong--I won't, I'd never--"
Sanji pushes against him, flesh to flesh, and Usopp shudders but there's no room for him to pull away from that heat. "I'm a pirate, too," Sanji reminds, "and you might be strong, but you're not stronger. So even if you would," and he takes those big hands, pries open the fists and molds them to the nude angles of his hips, "you never could, unless I wanted it."
"Never?" The tremours are finally ceasing, burned away.
"Never," he repeats, leans in and opens his mouth to the kiss.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: UsoSan
Wordcount: 300
Entirely unwarranted followup to Unexpected. Still no comedy. IC? what's that? ...don't look at me, I don't know. These things do happen.
Sanji noticed something wrong, meeting Usopp on the ship's deck. Alone together in the cabin, it's still wrong, the urgency, bruising pressure against his mouth, against his groin, wrong, but it's pleasure, too. If this is the fondness absence makes for, then maybe his crewmate should visit East Blue more often, and he groans under it.
But Usopp jerks back, shoves him away to stumble to the washroom.
Sanji follows, asks, demands. The answer is unexpected, but he remembers the name. His reply is angrier than he intends, scared fury fueled by the gut-aching chill in his crewmate's eyes. "What'd he do to you?"
"Nothing." Usopp's gulping, empty laugh is the boy's he was, not the voice of the man he is now. "Nothing, not to me."
When Sanji grips his shoulders, they're shaking, not with fear. Dry eyes, but the words spill like tears, until he's wrung dry, slumped against the wall.
"I'm not that kind of man," but after all these years he's still a terrible liar, if he can't believe himself what he's saying. "I wouldn't--" His hands are knotted in his sash, as if the merest brush of Sanji's skin would scald. "Even if I'm a pirate, even if I'm strong--I won't, I'd never--"
Sanji pushes against him, flesh to flesh, and Usopp shudders but there's no room for him to pull away from that heat. "I'm a pirate, too," Sanji reminds, "and you might be strong, but you're not stronger. So even if you would," and he takes those big hands, pries open the fists and molds them to the nude angles of his hips, "you never could, unless I wanted it."
"Never?" The tremours are finally ceasing, burned away.
"Never," he repeats, leans in and opens his mouth to the kiss.
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