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Feb. 9th, 2008 02:37 amTitle: Midnight Revelations
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Topic: It must be Love.
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Topic: It must be Love.
Sanji reached out to grab his cigarettes and tried to figure out when things had changed.
It had been like fighting in the early days, only much more horizontal in nature. This was different though, most obviously because Zoro seemed to be attempting to use him as human mattress.
A match flared.
It was less of a tender embrace, really, and more that Zoro had fallen asleep in rather an intimate position.
"Romantic bastard," Sanji muttered before taking a drag from his cigarette.
He tucked the spent match into the matchbox and threw it on the floor, aiming for somewhere near his pants. It's just that Zoro hadn't shown any interest in actually sleeping with him before now and Sanji certainly wouldn't have indulged him.
"Oi, you're heavy, Marimo," he said at last, poking Zoro in the side.
"Sh'd'p," Zoro mumbled, wriggling slightly before settling more comfortably on top of Sanji.
"Idiot." Though he made no further attempt to move him, it was sort of nice... in a deeply unsettling way.
He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, unable to relax. Trying to figure out when, exactly, a convenient fuck had turn into...
Sanji's fingers shook as he took a long, calming, drag on the cigarette, before exhaling slowly.
"I'm going to kick your ass for this," he said after a moment, pausing to yawn. "Later."
Zoro mumbled something, that may have been a reply, which Sanji interpreted as clear agreement to the future ass kicking.
He wasn't going to think about his sudden revelation. He had far more pressing matters to attend to, like...like just what to use as an ashtray. Besides, it was... nice.
When Zorro finally woke up he was surprised to find Sanji still there and, for some reason, cigarette ash in his hair.
It had been like fighting in the early days, only much more horizontal in nature. This was different though, most obviously because Zoro seemed to be attempting to use him as human mattress.
A match flared.
It was less of a tender embrace, really, and more that Zoro had fallen asleep in rather an intimate position.
"Romantic bastard," Sanji muttered before taking a drag from his cigarette.
He tucked the spent match into the matchbox and threw it on the floor, aiming for somewhere near his pants. It's just that Zoro hadn't shown any interest in actually sleeping with him before now and Sanji certainly wouldn't have indulged him.
"Oi, you're heavy, Marimo," he said at last, poking Zoro in the side.
"Sh'd'p," Zoro mumbled, wriggling slightly before settling more comfortably on top of Sanji.
"Idiot." Though he made no further attempt to move him, it was sort of nice... in a deeply unsettling way.
He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, unable to relax. Trying to figure out when, exactly, a convenient fuck had turn into...
Sanji's fingers shook as he took a long, calming, drag on the cigarette, before exhaling slowly.
"I'm going to kick your ass for this," he said after a moment, pausing to yawn. "Later."
Zoro mumbled something, that may have been a reply, which Sanji interpreted as clear agreement to the future ass kicking.
He wasn't going to think about his sudden revelation. He had far more pressing matters to attend to, like...like just what to use as an ashtray. Besides, it was... nice.
When Zorro finally woke up he was surprised to find Sanji still there and, for some reason, cigarette ash in his hair.
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Date: 2008-02-09 04:41 pm (UTC)I kinda came up with the last line first and worked backwards, so I'm glad you liked it... though in one draft Sanji managed to singe Zoro's hair.
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Date: 2008-02-09 06:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-09 04:44 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment.
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Date: 2008-02-09 09:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-09 04:45 pm (UTC)