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onepieceyaoi100Title: Mapping Ground
Author: paxnirvana
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 315 (oops… puts me out of the running, eh? Oh well... *sweatdrops*)
Topic: Territory
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Zoro spread his hands wide across the lean pale back below him then let his fingers curl tight around sharp rib and lean muscle as he braced himself. Savoring the feel of the flex and shift of both as the cook gasped for breath. Holding still for a long moment, he let his gaze wander greedily. Over yellow hair, scattered wildly, ends darkened by sweat. Over swollen, parted lips empty of cigarette. Over the impossibly curled brow furrowed tight above closed eye.
The pale head lifted, the cook's throat arching, working as a trail of glistening sweat moved across flushed skin. A harsh sound left his own throat as he stared.
The body beneath him arched impatiently, reaching back toward him. Strong, quick, lithe. He bit back another thick groan as the long, deadly legs spread wide by his own began to quiver with deep tremors.
He bent low and opened his mouth against the sweat-warm back of the cook's neck. Lips and breath washing across hot skin. His cock throbbed, aching for – demanding – motion, but still he held motionless. Deep inside the cook's ass. Hot. Tight.
Another tremor ran through the lean body. The cook's hands bunched tight in the cloth of the table he lay across, a low, piercing groan coming from his throat that Zoro felt in his own gut. The sound drew an answering growl from his own throat. Blond hair flew as the cook shook his head, back arching beneath Zoro desperately. Now twisting futilely in an attempt to get him to move.
Still he waited. Relentless. Until the cook was trembling and cursing him vilely in between rasping, ragged breaths. Only when the 'shitty bastard's and 'stupid marimo's had faded into helpless repetitions of his name did he move. Hard and fast and deep. Until the cook was wordless, arching and groaning and quivering in his arms.
All his.
--end--
Author: paxnirvana
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 315 (oops… puts me out of the running, eh? Oh well... *sweatdrops*)
Topic: Territory
*****
Zoro spread his hands wide across the lean pale back below him then let his fingers curl tight around sharp rib and lean muscle as he braced himself. Savoring the feel of the flex and shift of both as the cook gasped for breath. Holding still for a long moment, he let his gaze wander greedily. Over yellow hair, scattered wildly, ends darkened by sweat. Over swollen, parted lips empty of cigarette. Over the impossibly curled brow furrowed tight above closed eye.
The pale head lifted, the cook's throat arching, working as a trail of glistening sweat moved across flushed skin. A harsh sound left his own throat as he stared.
The body beneath him arched impatiently, reaching back toward him. Strong, quick, lithe. He bit back another thick groan as the long, deadly legs spread wide by his own began to quiver with deep tremors.
He bent low and opened his mouth against the sweat-warm back of the cook's neck. Lips and breath washing across hot skin. His cock throbbed, aching for – demanding – motion, but still he held motionless. Deep inside the cook's ass. Hot. Tight.
Another tremor ran through the lean body. The cook's hands bunched tight in the cloth of the table he lay across, a low, piercing groan coming from his throat that Zoro felt in his own gut. The sound drew an answering growl from his own throat. Blond hair flew as the cook shook his head, back arching beneath Zoro desperately. Now twisting futilely in an attempt to get him to move.
Still he waited. Relentless. Until the cook was trembling and cursing him vilely in between rasping, ragged breaths. Only when the 'shitty bastard's and 'stupid marimo's had faded into helpless repetitions of his name did he move. Hard and fast and deep. Until the cook was wordless, arching and groaning and quivering in his arms.
All his.
--end--
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Date: 2006-07-20 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-07-20 06:14 pm (UTC)Though, maybe not the best word for this fic. -Thinks-
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Date: 2006-07-20 07:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-20 08:04 pm (UTC)Gah!
"Only when the 'shitty bastard's and 'stupid marimo's had faded into helpless repetitions of his name did he move." *dies* So sexy, so Zoro, so SANJI-SUBMITTING-ALMOST-AGAINST-HIS-WILL-AND-WITHOUT-ZORO-EVEN-DOING-ANYTHING-IS!-SO!-HOT!
The lack of any quoted dialogue in this just adds to the incredibly sexy tension. The mood of this comes through so clearly in my mind with the desperation and power and... *drools* Your writing stuns me, as always.
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Date: 2006-07-20 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-21 12:06 am (UTC)*DIES*
Oh my god...my brain has melted into a puddle of goo....
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Date: 2006-07-21 01:12 am (UTC)sakdbkasdl;k. Guh. Zoro. The man is hot enough to fry steak on.
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Date: 2006-07-21 11:46 pm (UTC)This is so very awesome. The scattering of short direct sentences throughout adds wonderfully to the tenseness of this piece. Outstanding as always. ^_^
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