And so I fall, like all the others
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chibi_trillian and her Zeff/Smoker illness. This is my gift to her, so please don't throw too many tomatoes at me. ::cower::
Title: Live Up To His Name
Pairing: Smoker/Sanji, implied Zeff/Smoker
Rating: R for language
Word count: 294
Topic: None (again?! I'm sorry. -_- )
Smoker was having a perfectly fine time teasing the blond until he started in with the sniping.
“Uhn…would you quit fucking around and fuck me already?” Sanji’s growl would have been more convincing if his voice wasn’t almost an octave higher than normal and his breathing wasn’t hitched. Smoker harrumphed and moved to comply.
“Kids are so damn impatient these days.” There had always been a slight edge of bitter sarcasm in their affair; that small barrier of verbal sparring was such an ingrained part of both of them that even being intimate came with a sting.
Some part of Smoker knew that one of the reasons he was attracted to the young chef was because his acidic tongue reminded him of the old days with…him. He pushed the envelope a bit. “At least your old man had some stamina.”
Sanji grit his teeth and glared up at him. There. That was the expression that made his heart race. The younger man got serious then, and it wasn’t long before Smoker was close to howling. Sanji gave him a look that said “What was that about stamina?” before flexing his hips just so…
Smoker didn’t realize he’d screamed Zeff’s name until it was too late. Time itself seemed to slow to a crawl while a thousand thoughts raced through his mind:
~It’s not as though he doesn’t know about-this is the end of-shit did I really…~
“What did you just say?” Cold. Hard. Flat.
Smoker couldn’t read his expression. If things were already going down the crapper, might as well go down swinging.
“I didn’t stutter.” Daring. Mocking. Tense.
Even the dust in the air stopped dead in their tracks.
“Guess I’ll have to fuck you ‘til you get it right, you senile asshole.”
chibi_trillian and her Zeff/Smoker illness. This is my gift to her, so please don't throw too many tomatoes at me. ::cower::Title: Live Up To His Name
Pairing: Smoker/Sanji, implied Zeff/Smoker
Rating: R for language
Word count: 294
Topic: None (again?! I'm sorry. -_- )
Smoker was having a perfectly fine time teasing the blond until he started in with the sniping.
“Uhn…would you quit fucking around and fuck me already?” Sanji’s growl would have been more convincing if his voice wasn’t almost an octave higher than normal and his breathing wasn’t hitched. Smoker harrumphed and moved to comply.
“Kids are so damn impatient these days.” There had always been a slight edge of bitter sarcasm in their affair; that small barrier of verbal sparring was such an ingrained part of both of them that even being intimate came with a sting.
Some part of Smoker knew that one of the reasons he was attracted to the young chef was because his acidic tongue reminded him of the old days with…him. He pushed the envelope a bit. “At least your old man had some stamina.”
Sanji grit his teeth and glared up at him. There. That was the expression that made his heart race. The younger man got serious then, and it wasn’t long before Smoker was close to howling. Sanji gave him a look that said “What was that about stamina?” before flexing his hips just so…
Smoker didn’t realize he’d screamed Zeff’s name until it was too late. Time itself seemed to slow to a crawl while a thousand thoughts raced through his mind:
~It’s not as though he doesn’t know about-this is the end of-shit did I really…~
“What did you just say?” Cold. Hard. Flat.
Smoker couldn’t read his expression. If things were already going down the crapper, might as well go down swinging.
“I didn’t stutter.” Daring. Mocking. Tense.
Even the dust in the air stopped dead in their tracks.
“Guess I’ll have to fuck you ‘til you get it right, you senile asshole.”
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Date: 2006-03-02 11:45 am (UTC)But still. Hot. I'm so weak for crack.
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Date: 2006-03-02 02:24 pm (UTC)But yes, that did have potential for major, major damage. ^_^;
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Date: 2006-03-02 12:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 02:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-02 06:49 pm (UTC)you are so awesome!
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Date: 2006-03-03 04:18 pm (UTC)