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onepieceyaoi100Title: Sticky Disappointment
Rating: PG
Word Count: 196
Pairing: ZoroxSanji
Topic: I am going to cheat and put 'edge' here. Because swords have edges.
Disclaimer: I don't own- just borrow.
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plotbunny_tiff's biiiirthdaaay~ Even though it's a day late. X3;
It wasn’t the first time he’d done this. Sliding the tip of his katana along the smooth surface, penetrating- with only the bare necessary pressure required. The blade that could cut through steel and flesh alike, one just as easily as the other. He never gained any pleasure from the act though, contrary to whatever the other might choose to think. It left his katana’s blade sticky, and in need of thorough cleaning every time.
“Careful shit-head.”
The swordsman’s eyes narrowed with the hissed demand, and for a moment, he contemplated driving the blade down hard, just to spite the other man. But he already knew what the reparations would be should he try.
With a growl and a sharp twist of his wrist, the peach can’s lid came off, and Zoro cursed the cook’s broken can opener with a fresh wave of infuriation. “Never. Again.”
“Think again marimo, you’ve still got five cans to go. Or would you rather I cut your ass off for another week?”
Sensei, Zoro thought ruefully as he snatched up a fresh can- libido overpowering indignation, would be so disappointed if he knew Zoro’s training had led up to this.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 196
Pairing: ZoroxSanji
Topic: I am going to cheat and put 'edge' here. Because swords have edges.
Disclaimer: I don't own- just borrow.
Side Notes: For
plotbunny_tiff's biiiirthdaaay~ Even though it's a day late. X3;It wasn’t the first time he’d done this. Sliding the tip of his katana along the smooth surface, penetrating- with only the bare necessary pressure required. The blade that could cut through steel and flesh alike, one just as easily as the other. He never gained any pleasure from the act though, contrary to whatever the other might choose to think. It left his katana’s blade sticky, and in need of thorough cleaning every time.
“Careful shit-head.”
The swordsman’s eyes narrowed with the hissed demand, and for a moment, he contemplated driving the blade down hard, just to spite the other man. But he already knew what the reparations would be should he try.
With a growl and a sharp twist of his wrist, the peach can’s lid came off, and Zoro cursed the cook’s broken can opener with a fresh wave of infuriation. “Never. Again.”
“Think again marimo, you’ve still got five cans to go. Or would you rather I cut your ass off for another week?”
Sensei, Zoro thought ruefully as he snatched up a fresh can- libido overpowering indignation, would be so disappointed if he knew Zoro’s training had led up to this.
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