...And why were we doing this, again?
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Eyes Wide Open
Topic:love shack Pretend
Word Count: 300
Rating: Moderately explicit, Hide the children, Cussing
Pairing: even messier (ZoSan/SanZo, implied UsZo and a double-cross)
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: Pretend you're not looking, pretend you're lying to yourself, keep your eyes wide open and smile like you're in love.
Excuse: The angst jumped up and bit me.
Notes: This is sort of a flip-side to Close Your Eyes...
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Down on the main deck, Nami was talking to Luffy. Slim arms waved in demonstration, black hair bobbed as Luffy nodded. But Sanji wasn't thinking about her. His thoughts -- decidedly lascivious -- were focused elsewhere, just beyond the back corner of his vision, where he wasn't looking...
"She really does it for you, huh?"
Sanji twitched, barely keeping his feet on the deck. Not behind him. Beside him, nearly touching. Shit.
"Aa," he managed to drawl.
"Listen, uh... Maybe I could, erm, help you out, you know? If you'd, ah..."
Slowly, Sanji turned to look, found the swordsman gazing steadily at... Not at *him*. At his... It probably wasn't his belt buckle, either. Shit.
"If I'd?"
"Favour for a favour?"
Invisible behind blond bangs, Sanji's left eyebrow rose. "You're hardly..." Well, *that* would be a lie, but with the tip of his head towards the pair farther forwards...
"So? 'Snot like I'm up for you, either. 'Sjust... I won't care if you pretend I'm her, if you don't. Mouth's a mouth, right?"
Brain whirling, Sanji pondered. For all of a minute. Abruptly he turned, grabbed Zoro's unresisting wrist and tugged him once, sharply, towards the stairs. "Oi, stupid marimo-head, if you've got time to do that, I need a hand in stores."
Zoro's reply, only half a beat late, was typical snark. Shit, he loved the man's innate grasp of tactics. Loved him, period, but he'd be damned if he'd admit it.
Still. As long as they were pretending?
"Oi. Do me first."
"Pushy bastard."
Seeing the idiot choke on his surprise was sweet; that the idiot-marimo kept his eyes closed throughout was unsurprising.
But Sanji, content that his own pretense had succeeded, was happy enough to keep his eyes wide open while he paid his debt in kind.
Topic:
Word Count: 300
Rating: Moderately explicit, Hide the children, Cussing
Pairing: even messier (ZoSan/SanZo, implied UsZo and a double-cross)
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: Pretend you're not looking, pretend you're lying to yourself, keep your eyes wide open and smile like you're in love.
Excuse: The angst jumped up and bit me.
Notes: This is sort of a flip-side to Close Your Eyes...
~~~
Down on the main deck, Nami was talking to Luffy. Slim arms waved in demonstration, black hair bobbed as Luffy nodded. But Sanji wasn't thinking about her. His thoughts -- decidedly lascivious -- were focused elsewhere, just beyond the back corner of his vision, where he wasn't looking...
"She really does it for you, huh?"
Sanji twitched, barely keeping his feet on the deck. Not behind him. Beside him, nearly touching. Shit.
"Aa," he managed to drawl.
"Listen, uh... Maybe I could, erm, help you out, you know? If you'd, ah..."
Slowly, Sanji turned to look, found the swordsman gazing steadily at... Not at *him*. At his... It probably wasn't his belt buckle, either. Shit.
"If I'd?"
"Favour for a favour?"
Invisible behind blond bangs, Sanji's left eyebrow rose. "You're hardly..." Well, *that* would be a lie, but with the tip of his head towards the pair farther forwards...
"So? 'Snot like I'm up for you, either. 'Sjust... I won't care if you pretend I'm her, if you don't. Mouth's a mouth, right?"
Brain whirling, Sanji pondered. For all of a minute. Abruptly he turned, grabbed Zoro's unresisting wrist and tugged him once, sharply, towards the stairs. "Oi, stupid marimo-head, if you've got time to do that, I need a hand in stores."
Zoro's reply, only half a beat late, was typical snark. Shit, he loved the man's innate grasp of tactics. Loved him, period, but he'd be damned if he'd admit it.
Still. As long as they were pretending?
"Oi. Do me first."
"Pushy bastard."
Seeing the idiot choke on his surprise was sweet; that the idiot-marimo kept his eyes closed throughout was unsurprising.
But Sanji, content that his own pretense had succeeded, was happy enough to keep his eyes wide open while he paid his debt in kind.
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