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onepieceyaoi100Title: Vengeance
Word Count: 225
Topic: Revenge
Rating: PG-13? PG-15?
Disclaimer: Characters are Oda's.
A smile curved the lips wrapped around the slim column of tobacco, ash, and ember, carving a savage path through the planes of his face. Dark hunger, wild and tempestuous, flittered through his gaze. His fingers followed the delicate network of veins, mapping the pulse of life running underneath a thin layer of too-hot skin. Each caress spoke of a promise of future suffering, a touch as light as a feather and as sharp as steel.
His captive stared back at him with burning fury, still straining against the bonds as if force of will could break what raw strength could not.
“Careful, careful.” He murmured, and traced with his tongue the path forged by his hands. “Anything worth doing is worth taking the time to do it… right.” His wicked grin taunted his prisoner.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he drew the instrument of torture across the sensitive and vulnerable flesh. His victim was still at first, muscles taut with the iron determination to not show weakness, and then finally succumbing.
Sanji grinned as Zoro writhed beneath him, bound and gagged and hopelessly at the mercy of the relentless chef and the feather in his hands.
“Serves you right,” Sanji murmured, running the feather over the ticklish spot just above Zoro’s ribs again. “You shouldn’t go drinking my best vintage like it’s cheap rum, anyway.”
Word Count: 225
Topic: Revenge
Rating: PG-13? PG-15?
Disclaimer: Characters are Oda's.
A smile curved the lips wrapped around the slim column of tobacco, ash, and ember, carving a savage path through the planes of his face. Dark hunger, wild and tempestuous, flittered through his gaze. His fingers followed the delicate network of veins, mapping the pulse of life running underneath a thin layer of too-hot skin. Each caress spoke of a promise of future suffering, a touch as light as a feather and as sharp as steel.
His captive stared back at him with burning fury, still straining against the bonds as if force of will could break what raw strength could not.
“Careful, careful.” He murmured, and traced with his tongue the path forged by his hands. “Anything worth doing is worth taking the time to do it… right.” His wicked grin taunted his prisoner.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he drew the instrument of torture across the sensitive and vulnerable flesh. His victim was still at first, muscles taut with the iron determination to not show weakness, and then finally succumbing.
Sanji grinned as Zoro writhed beneath him, bound and gagged and hopelessly at the mercy of the relentless chef and the feather in his hands.
“Serves you right,” Sanji murmured, running the feather over the ticklish spot just above Zoro’s ribs again. “You shouldn’t go drinking my best vintage like it’s cheap rum, anyway.”
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Date: 2006-06-06 04:26 pm (UTC)Also, hope whatever's getting you down will clear up soon, cheer up! :D
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Date: 2006-06-07 12:15 am (UTC)Somehow I love seeing Sanji being mean for a change.