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onepieceyaoi100Title: Fuck This Game
Pairing: SanjixZoro
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo and language
Words: 300
Comments: I know I've reached a new low because I'm writing yaoi fic inspired by stand up comedy. I couldn't help it though. I'm a total stand up whore.. and my favorite comic, Dane Cook does a bit called Fuck This Game... Part of the bit can be heard on his website, www.danecook.com, track 7 on the playlist 'F__k this game!' ...I'm a sad, sad person.
There was a clattering of tiny metal pieces skittering across cardboard as Zoro's hand swept across the board angrily. "Fuck this game!" he growled. The rest of the crew stared at him from around the table. "Nami's over there stealing pink fifties, Usopp's making up rules as we go along -- I should have known better than to play Beliopoly with a bunch of pirates."
"But Zoro... you're a pirate too," Luffy argued, puzzled.
"That's not the point!" Zoro snapped back and shoved away from the table to storm out of the galley.
It was some time later and Zoro was on deck, nursing a bottle of rum when Sanji climbed the steps, lighting a cigarette. The cook sank down beside the swordsman, leaning in close. He snickered lightly in Zoro's ear.
"You're such a sore looser," he teased and smirking, eased away for another drag of his smoke. "You're too competitive. It's just a game."
"It's a waste of time," Zoro replied, taking another swig of booze.
Sanji grinned, draping himself across the other man's shoulder to whisper in his ear. "You're not such a bad looser when you loose to me," he murmured, breath hot on Zoro's flesh.
"I *never* loose to you," Zoro growled back, baring his teeth at Sanji.
Sanji's grin only broadened through. "I guess it can't be considered loosing when you enjoy yourself that much," he mused, placing a finger over Zoro's lips when he started another angry protest. Sanji leaned in, tongue flicking out to upset Zoro's earrings with the light tinkle of gold. He whispered. "Come play with me."
Without another word, Sanji rose and with his smooth gait made his way back to the now deserted galley. And though Zoro grumbled stubbornly, the rum was soon abandoned in favor of the game.
Pairing: SanjixZoro
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo and language
Words: 300
Comments: I know I've reached a new low because I'm writing yaoi fic inspired by stand up comedy. I couldn't help it though. I'm a total stand up whore.. and my favorite comic, Dane Cook does a bit called Fuck This Game... Part of the bit can be heard on his website, www.danecook.com, track 7 on the playlist 'F__k this game!' ...I'm a sad, sad person.
There was a clattering of tiny metal pieces skittering across cardboard as Zoro's hand swept across the board angrily. "Fuck this game!" he growled. The rest of the crew stared at him from around the table. "Nami's over there stealing pink fifties, Usopp's making up rules as we go along -- I should have known better than to play Beliopoly with a bunch of pirates."
"But Zoro... you're a pirate too," Luffy argued, puzzled.
"That's not the point!" Zoro snapped back and shoved away from the table to storm out of the galley.
It was some time later and Zoro was on deck, nursing a bottle of rum when Sanji climbed the steps, lighting a cigarette. The cook sank down beside the swordsman, leaning in close. He snickered lightly in Zoro's ear.
"You're such a sore looser," he teased and smirking, eased away for another drag of his smoke. "You're too competitive. It's just a game."
"It's a waste of time," Zoro replied, taking another swig of booze.
Sanji grinned, draping himself across the other man's shoulder to whisper in his ear. "You're not such a bad looser when you loose to me," he murmured, breath hot on Zoro's flesh.
"I *never* loose to you," Zoro growled back, baring his teeth at Sanji.
Sanji's grin only broadened through. "I guess it can't be considered loosing when you enjoy yourself that much," he mused, placing a finger over Zoro's lips when he started another angry protest. Sanji leaned in, tongue flicking out to upset Zoro's earrings with the light tinkle of gold. He whispered. "Come play with me."
Without another word, Sanji rose and with his smooth gait made his way back to the now deserted galley. And though Zoro grumbled stubbornly, the rum was soon abandoned in favor of the game.
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