Training...
Aug. 14th, 2008 11:46 pmTitle: Training Luffy stlye
Topic: Free
words:263
Pairing: Luffy/Sanji
rating: oh let's call it R
Notes: Inspired by a 'sanji training' prompt over at Opfanforall...I was thinking about what kind of training and my want to pair him with luffy. Was this crack? You know Luffy would be an incredibly kind but firm dom.
Zoro was headed to the kitchen. Why not? He was thirsty, his training was over, maybe get into a tussle with the cook.
Luffy met him at the door.
“You can’t go in.”
“Wha? Why?”
“Sanji is doing some secret training.”
“So? Why can’t I go get a damn drink?”
“Because it’s SECRET.”
“Ok, ok…god…” He slunk away, remembering a bottle he squirreled away below deck. Luffy watched him go before returning to the kitchen, latching the lock this time and pulling the makeshift shade over the porthole.
“Where were we?”
“The beginning.” The blond called from across the room. Luffy turned to Sanji.
Sanji was bound to the hanging hook, usually utilized for butchering the various animals they caught but now holding the looped rope binding the shirtless and sweating cooks hands above his head. His pants were undone but still clung loosely around his creamy white hips.
“Training?” The blond rolled his eyes. Zoro probably thought he was speed chopping cucumbers or maybe doing lunges. Well, whatever as long as he didn’t know what was actually happening in the kitchen.
“Hey, that’s what it’s called right?” Luffy grinned as he reached for the nipple clamps. “Thanks for reminding me about the lock. The safe word is ‘marimo’.”
“Marimo?!” He nearly shrieked.
“Did you want me to free you already?” Luffy looked unimpressed with Sanjis’ stamina.
“No! FUCK no! Just, that is the safe word?! You’re wicked.”
“Not yet, but I’m about to be…” The captain murmured as he pulled the cook into a kiss, clamping a nipple as he did so.
Topic: Free
words:263
Pairing: Luffy/Sanji
rating: oh let's call it R
Notes: Inspired by a 'sanji training' prompt over at Opfanforall...I was thinking about what kind of training and my want to pair him with luffy. Was this crack? You know Luffy would be an incredibly kind but firm dom.
Zoro was headed to the kitchen. Why not? He was thirsty, his training was over, maybe get into a tussle with the cook.
Luffy met him at the door.
“You can’t go in.”
“Wha? Why?”
“Sanji is doing some secret training.”
“So? Why can’t I go get a damn drink?”
“Because it’s SECRET.”
“Ok, ok…god…” He slunk away, remembering a bottle he squirreled away below deck. Luffy watched him go before returning to the kitchen, latching the lock this time and pulling the makeshift shade over the porthole.
“Where were we?”
“The beginning.” The blond called from across the room. Luffy turned to Sanji.
Sanji was bound to the hanging hook, usually utilized for butchering the various animals they caught but now holding the looped rope binding the shirtless and sweating cooks hands above his head. His pants were undone but still clung loosely around his creamy white hips.
“Training?” The blond rolled his eyes. Zoro probably thought he was speed chopping cucumbers or maybe doing lunges. Well, whatever as long as he didn’t know what was actually happening in the kitchen.
“Hey, that’s what it’s called right?” Luffy grinned as he reached for the nipple clamps. “Thanks for reminding me about the lock. The safe word is ‘marimo’.”
“Marimo?!” He nearly shrieked.
“Did you want me to free you already?” Luffy looked unimpressed with Sanjis’ stamina.
“No! FUCK no! Just, that is the safe word?! You’re wicked.”
“Not yet, but I’m about to be…” The captain murmured as he pulled the cook into a kiss, clamping a nipple as he did so.
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Date: 2008-08-19 04:47 am (UTC)I think my brain turned into applesauce...
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Date: 2008-08-19 06:46 am (UTC)