...dirty dirty follow up...
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Animal Instincts
Pairing: tiger!Zoroxfoxy!Sanji
Rating: R/NC-17
Words: 300
Topic: Mating Season
Cans clattered to the floor and rolled across the planks, boxes tumbled from their shelves. The buttons had been ripped from Sanji's shirt; slashes were torn in Zoro's own. Fang to fang, snarls were lost between two mouths as they rolled across the shelves, fistfuls of fabric and flying fur. Tongues lashed for control around panted breath -- the air in the pantry was hot and musky, drowning out any traces of the female scent that had originally spurred this storm.
Sanji managed to work a leg between them, delivering a powerful blow to Zoro's stomach that kicked him across the cramped space. With an angry wildcat's snarl, he hit the door hard, heaving, seething.
"Asshole," Sanji snapped, swiping the back of his hand over the thin crimson trickle on his chin. Teeth bared, ears flattened, tail bristled angrily.
Zoro licked Sanji's blood from his lips, eyes watched the threatening swipe of that tail, pupils slitting, then dilating. Muscles coiled, claws left deep slashes in the deck as he scrambled, lunged forward, heavily hitting his prey. Sanji yelped as Zoro slammed him back against the opposite wall, pinning him, cheek pressed to the wood. The fox's breath quickened as Zoro's hand closed around his tail at the base, firm, holding him still. A soft whimper formed unavoidably in his throat as Zoro's rough tongue laved his neck, breath hot and heavy, body all coiled muscle and hungry energy pressed tightly against his back. The hips that rocked against him, through fabric below the base of his tail left little to the imagination.
Sanji gasped quietly as Zoro's claws lightly traveled up his soft stomach, left burning lines across his chest. "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, na, ero-kitsune?" Zoro growled in his ear. "But I'm getting my scratches first."
Pairing: tiger!Zoroxfoxy!Sanji
Rating: R/NC-17
Words: 300
Topic: Mating Season
Cans clattered to the floor and rolled across the planks, boxes tumbled from their shelves. The buttons had been ripped from Sanji's shirt; slashes were torn in Zoro's own. Fang to fang, snarls were lost between two mouths as they rolled across the shelves, fistfuls of fabric and flying fur. Tongues lashed for control around panted breath -- the air in the pantry was hot and musky, drowning out any traces of the female scent that had originally spurred this storm.
Sanji managed to work a leg between them, delivering a powerful blow to Zoro's stomach that kicked him across the cramped space. With an angry wildcat's snarl, he hit the door hard, heaving, seething.
"Asshole," Sanji snapped, swiping the back of his hand over the thin crimson trickle on his chin. Teeth bared, ears flattened, tail bristled angrily.
Zoro licked Sanji's blood from his lips, eyes watched the threatening swipe of that tail, pupils slitting, then dilating. Muscles coiled, claws left deep slashes in the deck as he scrambled, lunged forward, heavily hitting his prey. Sanji yelped as Zoro slammed him back against the opposite wall, pinning him, cheek pressed to the wood. The fox's breath quickened as Zoro's hand closed around his tail at the base, firm, holding him still. A soft whimper formed unavoidably in his throat as Zoro's rough tongue laved his neck, breath hot and heavy, body all coiled muscle and hungry energy pressed tightly against his back. The hips that rocked against him, through fabric below the base of his tail left little to the imagination.
Sanji gasped quietly as Zoro's claws lightly traveled up his soft stomach, left burning lines across his chest. "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, na, ero-kitsune?" Zoro growled in his ear. "But I'm getting my scratches first."
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Date: 2005-03-01 02:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-01 03:35 pm (UTC)... I love bad puns.
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Date: 2005-03-01 06:00 pm (UTC)And, uh, yes. This whole thing is surprisingly hot.