Title: Dominion
Word Count: 296
Rating: R
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Topic: Territory
“Don’t think that I don’t think that you’re a disgusting kinky bastard and…”
Zoro had more to add to that sentence, important things that he felt the perverted bastard between his legs ought to know, but unfortunately, the poor sentence kind of, well, melted as a smooth pushy tongue dipped just a little bit lower and to the right, and the swordsman was certain that something like that was probably illegal in some parts of the world.
He heard his boots hit the floor but hadn’t felt their removal, and had just enough awareness of things not slick and slow and torrid to squirm a bit assisting the remaining removal of his pants that had been dragged low. Impossibly smooth strong hands were on his bare hips pushing him further onto the counter island, pushing him down until his back rested flat.
A grunt against his skin, against the fall and rip of a stray scar was the closest thing to verbal communication that the cook had offered that night. Then sharp teeth bit down, hurting him, marking him, and his body tensed and coiled.
“He-“ the protest faded to moist pants as the tongue returned, insistent with sexual rage, and Zoro was certain that what was happening to him now had to be fucking illegal everywhere in the goddamn world and he pushed himself deeper into the hot cruelty of that criminal mouth.
The kinky bastard cook loved to fuck in the kitchens, was wild with want of it, and Zoro understood this like he understood the way things belonged, and were taken, and the place where territory crossed. He had come tonight, into this place of ownership, willingly, so he spread his legs further, closed his eyes, and surrendered to the absolute claim of dominion.
Word Count: 296
Rating: R
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Topic: Territory
“Don’t think that I don’t think that you’re a disgusting kinky bastard and…”
Zoro had more to add to that sentence, important things that he felt the perverted bastard between his legs ought to know, but unfortunately, the poor sentence kind of, well, melted as a smooth pushy tongue dipped just a little bit lower and to the right, and the swordsman was certain that something like that was probably illegal in some parts of the world.
He heard his boots hit the floor but hadn’t felt their removal, and had just enough awareness of things not slick and slow and torrid to squirm a bit assisting the remaining removal of his pants that had been dragged low. Impossibly smooth strong hands were on his bare hips pushing him further onto the counter island, pushing him down until his back rested flat.
A grunt against his skin, against the fall and rip of a stray scar was the closest thing to verbal communication that the cook had offered that night. Then sharp teeth bit down, hurting him, marking him, and his body tensed and coiled.
“He-“ the protest faded to moist pants as the tongue returned, insistent with sexual rage, and Zoro was certain that what was happening to him now had to be fucking illegal everywhere in the goddamn world and he pushed himself deeper into the hot cruelty of that criminal mouth.
The kinky bastard cook loved to fuck in the kitchens, was wild with want of it, and Zoro understood this like he understood the way things belonged, and were taken, and the place where territory crossed. He had come tonight, into this place of ownership, willingly, so he spread his legs further, closed his eyes, and surrendered to the absolute claim of dominion.
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Date: 2006-07-22 02:17 am (UTC)SanZo, on the other hand, that's a different story... ♥
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Date: 2006-07-22 02:40 am (UTC)Poor Zoro, :P, and yay for dominent Sanji in this! I rarely see it, and you wrote it so well.
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Date: 2006-07-22 03:53 am (UTC)OMG!!!
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