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onepieceyaoi100Finally wrote something for this topic! Woot!
Title: Ulterior Motives
Word Count: 208.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Sanji/Usopp.
Topic: Crush.
He was teaching Usopp to cook because the boy had a little bit of skill, that was all. Usopp was pretty good at making plain fare, but Sanji figured he’d teach Usopp a few tricks so the longnose could impress his girl when he got home. Yeah, that was it.
Not because he liked seeing the sniper in an apron, sloppy bow trailing over his almost nonexistent ass like it was trying to pull Sanji’s eyes down there on purpose.
Not because he enjoyed being able to put his hands over Usopp’s normally-skilled ones and gently guide him as he boned an exotic fish for the first time.
Not because it meant he got to offer Usopp a taste of sauce on a fingertip, feeling the warm, slick caress of the other man’s tongue across his skin.
Not because he loved the way the master-student relationship brought out the most delightfully submissive tones in Usopp’s voice.
Sanji was teaching Usopp to cook for his own good, no other reason. Women loved men who could cook, after all. Sanji’s motives were as pristine and innocent as the fresh-fallen snow on Drum Island.
Snow which, last time Sanji had seen it, had been a charming shade of love-blush pink.
Goddammit.
Title: Ulterior Motives
Word Count: 208.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Sanji/Usopp.
Topic: Crush.
He was teaching Usopp to cook because the boy had a little bit of skill, that was all. Usopp was pretty good at making plain fare, but Sanji figured he’d teach Usopp a few tricks so the longnose could impress his girl when he got home. Yeah, that was it.
Not because he liked seeing the sniper in an apron, sloppy bow trailing over his almost nonexistent ass like it was trying to pull Sanji’s eyes down there on purpose.
Not because he enjoyed being able to put his hands over Usopp’s normally-skilled ones and gently guide him as he boned an exotic fish for the first time.
Not because it meant he got to offer Usopp a taste of sauce on a fingertip, feeling the warm, slick caress of the other man’s tongue across his skin.
Not because he loved the way the master-student relationship brought out the most delightfully submissive tones in Usopp’s voice.
Sanji was teaching Usopp to cook for his own good, no other reason. Women loved men who could cook, after all. Sanji’s motives were as pristine and innocent as the fresh-fallen snow on Drum Island.
Snow which, last time Sanji had seen it, had been a charming shade of love-blush pink.
Goddammit.
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Date: 2006-04-26 06:42 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-26 07:39 am (UTC)[giggles lke a 12-year-old boy]
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Date: 2006-04-26 08:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-26 05:08 pm (UTC)That said...heee, "boned."
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Date: 2006-04-26 03:38 pm (UTC)BHjbfhdbfdsfma...
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Date: 2006-04-26 05:14 pm (UTC)Seriously, though, I'm glad you liked it.