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onepieceyaoi1002007-09-26 08:46 pm
bronzetigress.livejournal.com) wrote in onepieceyaoi1002007-09-26 08:46 pm
Actions speak louder...
Title: Unspoken
Topic: unsaid
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG15-R
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: Sometimes you don't need words.
Excuse: I'm supposed to be writing something else. Thus, this is late...
Notes: See first sentence; otherwise, issues of consent come up. I don't personally see Sanji as the blushy uke type to just take whatever some strong guy feels like handing him; I think he'd kick said guy's ass to the moon for looking at him funny in the first place. So that's the kind of guy he is here. The fact that Zoro does not get drop-kicked off the planet thus speaks volumes all by itself.
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If Sanji hadn't wanted it, it wouldn't have happened. Simple fact. He'd put himself at the man's mercy, done nothing to protect himself, left plenty of chances for refusal. Being terrifically distracting didn't count; that hadn't really started until after things had begun.
Sure, he hadn't exactly asked. Not in so many words. Or gestures. Did palming a man's fly and dropping to your knees count as asking?
He figured it must. He'd gotten a shocked, confused look, a curled eyebrow raised high -- and then strong hands settling in his hair far too gently to be making a complaint as he'd worked the black zipper open.
He hadn't exactly been expecting a stream of loving words, either, but somehow, the hissed litany of curses he'd gotten instead was hotter than anything had any right to be, and he'd taken a moment to look up and encourage the crude vocalization.
He wasn't unaffected himself; his own fly was open, and it was a good thing the cook was holding still, so he only needed one hand for Sanji, could use the second one on himself.
And then it was over in a strangled cry and a hushed expletive and a half-hearted kick in the thigh that meant "clean your mess up, shithead."
For all that they haven't talked about it since, though, Zoro isn't really worried. That one voiceless breath of his name on Sanji's lips afterwards was the only thing that he'd needed to hear. Anything else can remain unspoken.
Topic: unsaid
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG15-R
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: Sometimes you don't need words.
Excuse: I'm supposed to be writing something else. Thus, this is late...
Notes: See first sentence; otherwise, issues of consent come up. I don't personally see Sanji as the blushy uke type to just take whatever some strong guy feels like handing him; I think he'd kick said guy's ass to the moon for looking at him funny in the first place. So that's the kind of guy he is here. The fact that Zoro does not get drop-kicked off the planet thus speaks volumes all by itself.
~~~
If Sanji hadn't wanted it, it wouldn't have happened. Simple fact. He'd put himself at the man's mercy, done nothing to protect himself, left plenty of chances for refusal. Being terrifically distracting didn't count; that hadn't really started until after things had begun.
Sure, he hadn't exactly asked. Not in so many words. Or gestures. Did palming a man's fly and dropping to your knees count as asking?
He figured it must. He'd gotten a shocked, confused look, a curled eyebrow raised high -- and then strong hands settling in his hair far too gently to be making a complaint as he'd worked the black zipper open.
He hadn't exactly been expecting a stream of loving words, either, but somehow, the hissed litany of curses he'd gotten instead was hotter than anything had any right to be, and he'd taken a moment to look up and encourage the crude vocalization.
He wasn't unaffected himself; his own fly was open, and it was a good thing the cook was holding still, so he only needed one hand for Sanji, could use the second one on himself.
And then it was over in a strangled cry and a hushed expletive and a half-hearted kick in the thigh that meant "clean your mess up, shithead."
For all that they haven't talked about it since, though, Zoro isn't really worried. That one voiceless breath of his name on Sanji's lips afterwards was the only thing that he'd needed to hear. Anything else can remain unspoken.
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Nice work!
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;)
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Thanks! (Need a fan?)
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Oh yeah. Yous till got it. ♥ (I've been scarce on the OP comms lately, getting back into things)
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Glad to hear you liked it! And welcome back; it's good to see you again! :)
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