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onepieceyaoi100Title: Result: Hangover
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Title: Result: Hangover
Pairing: <_< I am incurable.
Rating: R/NC-17
Words: 300
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When he blearily woke, it was dark and he was thankful for that -- the creak of the ship alone seemed to shriek in his ears, sending twin throbs through his temples. It took a long moment of willing away the ache behind his eyes before he became aware of the warmth pressed against him. Not just against him... but surrounding him. He forced his eyes open, blinking rapidly through the darkness at Ace's content, sleeping face resting against his chest, an arm slung over Sanji's naked waist. And that familiar musky scent assured him that it was Zoro's scarred body pressed against his other side, an arm pillowing his neck.
A ripple of panic shot through Sanji -- the cargo hold smelled of sweat and liquor and sex -- and he didn't even remember coming down there. The other two men must have taken advantage of him -- he would never -- ever -- But fragmented memories started to piece together, blurry and broken -- Ace's hot hands and Zoro's skilled mouth -- observing and receiving ardent kisses -- the smell of Ace's fire and the taste of Zoro's skin, salty with sweat. Cheap rum lingering on his ragged breath. Slick flesh on slick flesh in the stuffy confines of the hold. The blurred memories of the night brought a heat to his cheeks as he realized he was most definitely an... active participant in the evening's activities.
He had no idea what time it was or how long they'd been down there. But his head throbbed painfully, reminding him of the hangover that seized his body. He was tired. And the morning air would be cold. He was warm and surprisingly comfortable between Ace and Zoro's warmth in spite of Ace's hair tickling his chest and Zoro's breath tickling his neck. So he closed his eyes again.
Pairing: <_< I am incurable.
Rating: R/NC-17
Words: 300
<lj-cut text="Result: Hangover">
When he blearily woke, it was dark and he was thankful for that -- the creak of the ship alone seemed to shriek in his ears, sending twin throbs through his temples. It took a long moment of willing away the ache behind his eyes before he became aware of the warmth pressed against him. Not just against him... but surrounding him. He forced his eyes open, blinking rapidly through the darkness at Ace's content, sleeping face resting against his chest, an arm slung over Sanji's naked waist. And that familiar musky scent assured him that it was Zoro's scarred body pressed against his other side, an arm pillowing his neck.
A ripple of panic shot through Sanji -- the cargo hold smelled of sweat and liquor and sex -- and he didn't even remember coming down there. The other two men must have taken advantage of him -- he would never -- ever -- But fragmented memories started to piece together, blurry and broken -- Ace's hot hands and Zoro's skilled mouth -- observing and receiving ardent kisses -- the smell of Ace's fire and the taste of Zoro's skin, salty with sweat. Cheap rum lingering on his ragged breath. Slick flesh on slick flesh in the stuffy confines of the hold. The blurred memories of the night brought a heat to his cheeks as he realized he was most definitely an... active participant in the evening's activities.
He had no idea what time it was or how long they'd been down there. But his head throbbed painfully, reminding him of the hangover that seized his body. He was tired. And the morning air would be cold. He was warm and surprisingly comfortable between Ace and Zoro's warmth in spite of Ace's hair tickling his chest and Zoro's breath tickling his neck. So he closed his eyes again.
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