Solitaire (abortive Zoro/Sanji, PG)
Aug. 21st, 2007 07:27 amAfter almost two months, FIC. I'm so happy I could cry.
Title: Solitaire
Word Count: 300.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Sanji wishes it was Zoro ~> Sanji.
Topic: Playing Games.
Notes: The sequel to Sin.
C’mon. Say something. Stare at me. Hit on me so I can reassert my masculinity by rejecting you.
Zoro read the cook’s posture—no, his fucking pose, because he was holding his hips in just that way that pulled his pants tight over his ass and made his belt inch down and there was no way that wasn’t deliberate—with tired eyes. He wasn’t playing this game. Sanji needed to get that through his thick head. Confronting him on it would mean acknowledging that the game existed, though, and that meant an automatic victory to Sanji.
Besides, it would feed the cook’s assumption that just because he was straight he was automatically in danger of being molested by gay men. Because Zoro didn’t have standards or anything, oh no.
In reality, Zoro liked his men solid and scarred, hard muscle under his hands, men he didn’t have to worry about breaking. Sanji was too thin, too loud, too blustery, too much a pretty boy. Not his type.
But the girls on board kept rejecting Sanji—Nami forcefully, Vivi with a regretful smile—and the last time the cook had scored had been Whiskey Peak. Whiskey Peak, where the girls had been faking it and Zoro had been the big man and saved them all from being slaughtered in their sleep. Sanji had taken that double-punch to his ego and his masculinity about as well as a kick to the nuts. Zoro supposed that was why he was pulling this shit now—if he got to reject somebody he’d feel superior, feel worthwhile, feel attractive.
Feel loved.
Sanji bent over to open the oven, and his hips whispered a combined challenge and plea.
Zoro closed his eyes. If Sanji wanted to play like that, he was going to be playing alone.
Title: Solitaire
Word Count: 300.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Sanji wishes it was Zoro ~> Sanji.
Topic: Playing Games.
Notes: The sequel to Sin.
C’mon. Say something. Stare at me. Hit on me so I can reassert my masculinity by rejecting you.
Zoro read the cook’s posture—no, his fucking pose, because he was holding his hips in just that way that pulled his pants tight over his ass and made his belt inch down and there was no way that wasn’t deliberate—with tired eyes. He wasn’t playing this game. Sanji needed to get that through his thick head. Confronting him on it would mean acknowledging that the game existed, though, and that meant an automatic victory to Sanji.
Besides, it would feed the cook’s assumption that just because he was straight he was automatically in danger of being molested by gay men. Because Zoro didn’t have standards or anything, oh no.
In reality, Zoro liked his men solid and scarred, hard muscle under his hands, men he didn’t have to worry about breaking. Sanji was too thin, too loud, too blustery, too much a pretty boy. Not his type.
But the girls on board kept rejecting Sanji—Nami forcefully, Vivi with a regretful smile—and the last time the cook had scored had been Whiskey Peak. Whiskey Peak, where the girls had been faking it and Zoro had been the big man and saved them all from being slaughtered in their sleep. Sanji had taken that double-punch to his ego and his masculinity about as well as a kick to the nuts. Zoro supposed that was why he was pulling this shit now—if he got to reject somebody he’d feel superior, feel worthwhile, feel attractive.
Feel loved.
Sanji bent over to open the oven, and his hips whispered a combined challenge and plea.
Zoro closed his eyes. If Sanji wanted to play like that, he was going to be playing alone.
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Date: 2007-08-21 12:08 pm (UTC)I just...argh. Cannot articulate proper comment. *flails* I'm sorry, but it's your fault. Your writing makes me go completely incoherent, and there's nothing to be done about it.
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Date: 2007-08-21 01:45 pm (UTC)I'm not sure why, I think it's just that it's a nice change of pace, having it not work.
...And I'm glad to see your writing again. *hugs*
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Date: 2007-08-21 08:49 pm (UTC)Sad thing is, he -could- be Zoro's type. If he stopped trying so damned hard to not be interested.
Don't give in, Zoro!
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Date: 2008-10-22 04:30 pm (UTC)Darn you're good. :D