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onepieceyaoi100Title: Weakness
Rating: R
Pairing: Helmeppo/issues (featuring Zoro)
Wordcount: 300
Notes: I feel I should recognize some thematic resemblance to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibimora's inimitable piece, and I did sit on this a few days in indecision. But chalk it up to serendipity, I suppose. More trammeled!Zoro, ahoy.
He knew it was wrong, but the sight of those swords against the wall, the knowledge of what they represented... that man's neck, bowed under the weight of the sun... Helmeppo wasn't one to ignore his desires.
And it didn't take much before he was delirious with it, until his breath caught, until his heart pounded in his ears--until he felt the echo of his heart pounding for a different reason, as eyes met his over a blade.
For an instant--for an instant he'd actually thought--
He bit the side of one hand hard against a frustrated whine as pleasure faltered and squeezed his eyes shut, forcing a confused rush of memories. The hiss of sword into sheath negating what came before... that was right, that was good. And then... blood over slack lips, ribs heaving unevenly, lean muscles tensed against rope, trembling against the rope--those same burning eyes staring at him from a hollowing face.
That same asinine defiant look, but useless against his power--he bit his hand harder and twisted his hips, pressing his head into his pillow as he imagined the swordsman's eyes when he finally, finally realized what was really going to happen... trembling against the rope....
He laughed as he came, the sound breathlessly turning to ragged panting as he let his arms fall open, opened his eyes. The swords were still there, gleaming in the indirect sun.
The great pirate hunter, helpless, and it was Helmeppo who had done it. With this... but he knew what father wanted. Roronoa Zoro should be dead.
Terrible eyes, flashing under the shadow of that bandana. Focused on him.
His damp fingers curled, pressing into his palm. A few more days, he'd give himself. He fought for an even breath.
Just a few more days.
Rating: R
Pairing: Helmeppo/issues (featuring Zoro)
Wordcount: 300
Notes: I feel I should recognize some thematic resemblance to
chibimora's inimitable piece, and I did sit on this a few days in indecision. But chalk it up to serendipity, I suppose. More trammeled!Zoro, ahoy.He knew it was wrong, but the sight of those swords against the wall, the knowledge of what they represented... that man's neck, bowed under the weight of the sun... Helmeppo wasn't one to ignore his desires.
And it didn't take much before he was delirious with it, until his breath caught, until his heart pounded in his ears--until he felt the echo of his heart pounding for a different reason, as eyes met his over a blade.
For an instant--for an instant he'd actually thought--
He bit the side of one hand hard against a frustrated whine as pleasure faltered and squeezed his eyes shut, forcing a confused rush of memories. The hiss of sword into sheath negating what came before... that was right, that was good. And then... blood over slack lips, ribs heaving unevenly, lean muscles tensed against rope, trembling against the rope--those same burning eyes staring at him from a hollowing face.
That same asinine defiant look, but useless against his power--he bit his hand harder and twisted his hips, pressing his head into his pillow as he imagined the swordsman's eyes when he finally, finally realized what was really going to happen... trembling against the rope....
He laughed as he came, the sound breathlessly turning to ragged panting as he let his arms fall open, opened his eyes. The swords were still there, gleaming in the indirect sun.
The great pirate hunter, helpless, and it was Helmeppo who had done it. With this... but he knew what father wanted. Roronoa Zoro should be dead.
Terrible eyes, flashing under the shadow of that bandana. Focused on him.
His damp fingers curled, pressing into his palm. A few more days, he'd give himself. He fought for an even breath.
Just a few more days.
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Date: 2004-05-16 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-17 12:49 am (UTC)I wish I could remember the beginning of One Piece better just for the sake of reading this, but since I can't--nicely written.