Two for One
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Two for one
Pairing: Sanji/ ?
Rating: PG
Words: 300
The blond sat at the edge of the bar and checked himself in the dusty bar mirror before putting a cigarette between his lips. Handsome as always, down to the curled eyebrow.
A cloaked figure offered him a light.
“Thanks.”
“Looks like you're ready for some action.” The figure commented.
The blond smirked. Mysterious.
“You offering? If you can give it, I can take it.”
The cloaked man urgently lead the suited blond up the stairs by tie. The blond threw a wink at the bartender for this had not been the first time this week he had been lead to a room up stairs for a few hours of submissive fun.
The door closed and locked the blond reached for the mans hood.
A leg thrust out under the robe and knocked the blond across the room before the long fingers let the cloak fall away revealing the fallen blonds double. The true Sanji.
“I was wondering why I was getting a reputation in ports I hadn't even visited, Mr. Two.”
“MWAH! Very tricky, but I'm not a number anymore. Just Bon Clay.” His hand reached up to touch his face but Sanji grabbed it.
“Thanks to you everyone thinks I'm a whore. I think I'm owed a little compensation here. And I believe there was a promise made downstairs.”
Bon Clay looked out through Sanjis eyes and rested on his double. The true eyes of Sanji sent a clear message. Tonight would be the last night it would appear the blond was a bottom, when he truly wasn't.
Compensation? Well this was unexpected, but as he licked his lips, he knew this would be more of a gift to him. There was a reason he choose Sanji after all. That would be the body he would want most.
Pairing: Sanji/ ?
Rating: PG
Words: 300
The blond sat at the edge of the bar and checked himself in the dusty bar mirror before putting a cigarette between his lips. Handsome as always, down to the curled eyebrow.
A cloaked figure offered him a light.
“Thanks.”
“Looks like you're ready for some action.” The figure commented.
The blond smirked. Mysterious.
“You offering? If you can give it, I can take it.”
The cloaked man urgently lead the suited blond up the stairs by tie. The blond threw a wink at the bartender for this had not been the first time this week he had been lead to a room up stairs for a few hours of submissive fun.
The door closed and locked the blond reached for the mans hood.
A leg thrust out under the robe and knocked the blond across the room before the long fingers let the cloak fall away revealing the fallen blonds double. The true Sanji.
“I was wondering why I was getting a reputation in ports I hadn't even visited, Mr. Two.”
“MWAH! Very tricky, but I'm not a number anymore. Just Bon Clay.” His hand reached up to touch his face but Sanji grabbed it.
“Thanks to you everyone thinks I'm a whore. I think I'm owed a little compensation here. And I believe there was a promise made downstairs.”
Bon Clay looked out through Sanjis eyes and rested on his double. The true eyes of Sanji sent a clear message. Tonight would be the last night it would appear the blond was a bottom, when he truly wasn't.
Compensation? Well this was unexpected, but as he licked his lips, he knew this would be more of a gift to him. There was a reason he choose Sanji after all. That would be the body he would want most.
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