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onepieceyaoi100title: The problem with wishes
pairing: Sanji/Zoro
words: 845
rating: Nc17ish
topic: change
notes: OK. A hint of crack. A hint of magic. A hint of a morality tale. A helpping of guilt/angst/mindcontrol sex. This is what you get.
He woke up with Sanji sucking him off. It was one HELL of a way to wake up.
But it was wrong. He and Sanji had only tentatively broached the subject of trying a relationship yesterday…and to wake up to this, well it was fucking great but maybe too fast to be a healthy start to anything serious.
When the blond began to pull down his own pants and align his ass with Zoros cock he knew something was horribly wrong.
“OI! Cook what do you think you’re doing?! Shouldn’t I be a part of this?!”
“Ah…Zoro-sama I…sorry…I can’t help it! I woke up this morning knowing I wouldn’t be able to think straight or about anything else until you fucked me…”
Yes. This was very fucking wrong. On so many levels. Not only had his Sanji changed into this docile submissive whore of a shadow…but the potential reason for it wiggled in the back of his mind.
Last night. Birthday candles. Pressure to make a fucking wish by the ero-cook. He didn’t believe in silly things like wishes…he believed in dreams and the hard work. Thus it had been an impulsive joke right back at the cook.
I wish Sanji would be nothing but my personal insatiable slut of sex toy each morning before breakfast and each night after dinner before bed.
The wish hadn’t been out loud and he certainly hadn’t meant it seriously…but here it was.
After being thoroughly used, a clear headed and embarrassed Sanji would climb from his bed without looking at him. The ‘sama’ was dropped and the bastard was pretty much back to normal until after dinner when the change would happen again, sending a blond to him begging for sex.
The crew knew something was going on. On more than one adventure they would be camping or fighting some pirate and the change would happen…making the blond all but useless distracted and horny decoration. It brought humiliation to Sanji later when he’d hear of his behavior, see the scars he had received and had needed saving from being fatal. It brought shame to Zoro who knew it wasn’t the cooks fault.
The cook didn’t know what came over him but sure as hell hated it.
Zoro wasn’t keen on it either. This wasn’t his Sanji.
Sex became something fast and unpleasant task for Zoro. A cure and reminder of what he done to his would be lover. Yeah would be lover because Sanji was still nakama but didn’t trust him as much anymore, rightfully thinking his weird new personality quirks were somehow the swordsman’s fault. No relationship even given a chance.
The year passed quickly and rather uneventfully besides the weird Sanji mornings and nights and the problems they caused. Sometimes he’d inadvertently take out his frustration and guilt on the slutty Sanji that crawled into bed…but when that Sanji moaned in pleasure and begged for more it just made him feel worse. Later in those days when he’s see the normal chef wince in pain he wanted to slice his own dick off…but then what? Wouldn’t that just banish the normal Sanji from the world when the next change occurred?
He was ready at his birthday this year. Cake. Candles. Make a wish.
He woke up in his bed with a start. He heard rustling of the chef padding closer. SHIT.
“Oi, Marimo? You awake? What kind of cake do you want for your birthday tonight?”
Zoro sighed a deep relief at the suddenly foreign name…Marimo. It felt like he hadn’t heard that in a year. It had been Zoro-sama or Asshole bastard only. A stripe of light fell across the cooks face as he came closer and he knew his wish had been fulfilled. The cook wasn’t looking at him accusingly nor with uncontrolled lust. Just slight annoyance at not being answered. He also didn’t have that one particularly nasty scar that split through his upper lip and ran past his right eye he had gotten when he had been captured during one really badly timed change.
He was so happy to not see that scar he was caught off guard when Sanjis lips suddenly caught his in a hesitant kiss.
“Happy birthday. NOW will you do the shitty honor of answering my question?”
Zoro put a finger to his lips. Funny…a year of sex and not once had it felt as intimate as that kiss did.
“Was it…too soon?”
“Nah, ero-cook. Skip the cake. A few more of those would be fine.”
“Everyone was looking forward to cake. Pervert.” He added pointedly behind a smirk.
“Cake is fine if you promise no candles.”
“Heh, getting sensitive to getting older already?”
“Feels like I already got my birthday wish…don’t want to be greedy.”
Another kiss and Sanji was headed out to start breakfast.
“Don’t get a swelled head- I’m not going to fall for your smooth talk so easily.” He called over his shoulder.
Zoro smirked and pulled the covers over his head.
He certainly hoped not…this time he planned to enjoy being twenty.
pairing: Sanji/Zoro
words: 845
rating: Nc17ish
topic: change
notes: OK. A hint of crack. A hint of magic. A hint of a morality tale. A helpping of guilt/angst/mindcontrol sex. This is what you get.
He woke up with Sanji sucking him off. It was one HELL of a way to wake up.
But it was wrong. He and Sanji had only tentatively broached the subject of trying a relationship yesterday…and to wake up to this, well it was fucking great but maybe too fast to be a healthy start to anything serious.
When the blond began to pull down his own pants and align his ass with Zoros cock he knew something was horribly wrong.
“OI! Cook what do you think you’re doing?! Shouldn’t I be a part of this?!”
“Ah…Zoro-sama I…sorry…I can’t help it! I woke up this morning knowing I wouldn’t be able to think straight or about anything else until you fucked me…”
Yes. This was very fucking wrong. On so many levels. Not only had his Sanji changed into this docile submissive whore of a shadow…but the potential reason for it wiggled in the back of his mind.
Last night. Birthday candles. Pressure to make a fucking wish by the ero-cook. He didn’t believe in silly things like wishes…he believed in dreams and the hard work. Thus it had been an impulsive joke right back at the cook.
I wish Sanji would be nothing but my personal insatiable slut of sex toy each morning before breakfast and each night after dinner before bed.
The wish hadn’t been out loud and he certainly hadn’t meant it seriously…but here it was.
After being thoroughly used, a clear headed and embarrassed Sanji would climb from his bed without looking at him. The ‘sama’ was dropped and the bastard was pretty much back to normal until after dinner when the change would happen again, sending a blond to him begging for sex.
The crew knew something was going on. On more than one adventure they would be camping or fighting some pirate and the change would happen…making the blond all but useless distracted and horny decoration. It brought humiliation to Sanji later when he’d hear of his behavior, see the scars he had received and had needed saving from being fatal. It brought shame to Zoro who knew it wasn’t the cooks fault.
The cook didn’t know what came over him but sure as hell hated it.
Zoro wasn’t keen on it either. This wasn’t his Sanji.
Sex became something fast and unpleasant task for Zoro. A cure and reminder of what he done to his would be lover. Yeah would be lover because Sanji was still nakama but didn’t trust him as much anymore, rightfully thinking his weird new personality quirks were somehow the swordsman’s fault. No relationship even given a chance.
The year passed quickly and rather uneventfully besides the weird Sanji mornings and nights and the problems they caused. Sometimes he’d inadvertently take out his frustration and guilt on the slutty Sanji that crawled into bed…but when that Sanji moaned in pleasure and begged for more it just made him feel worse. Later in those days when he’s see the normal chef wince in pain he wanted to slice his own dick off…but then what? Wouldn’t that just banish the normal Sanji from the world when the next change occurred?
He was ready at his birthday this year. Cake. Candles. Make a wish.
He woke up in his bed with a start. He heard rustling of the chef padding closer. SHIT.
“Oi, Marimo? You awake? What kind of cake do you want for your birthday tonight?”
Zoro sighed a deep relief at the suddenly foreign name…Marimo. It felt like he hadn’t heard that in a year. It had been Zoro-sama or Asshole bastard only. A stripe of light fell across the cooks face as he came closer and he knew his wish had been fulfilled. The cook wasn’t looking at him accusingly nor with uncontrolled lust. Just slight annoyance at not being answered. He also didn’t have that one particularly nasty scar that split through his upper lip and ran past his right eye he had gotten when he had been captured during one really badly timed change.
He was so happy to not see that scar he was caught off guard when Sanjis lips suddenly caught his in a hesitant kiss.
“Happy birthday. NOW will you do the shitty honor of answering my question?”
Zoro put a finger to his lips. Funny…a year of sex and not once had it felt as intimate as that kiss did.
“Was it…too soon?”
“Nah, ero-cook. Skip the cake. A few more of those would be fine.”
“Everyone was looking forward to cake. Pervert.” He added pointedly behind a smirk.
“Cake is fine if you promise no candles.”
“Heh, getting sensitive to getting older already?”
“Feels like I already got my birthday wish…don’t want to be greedy.”
Another kiss and Sanji was headed out to start breakfast.
“Don’t get a swelled head- I’m not going to fall for your smooth talk so easily.” He called over his shoulder.
Zoro smirked and pulled the covers over his head.
He certainly hoped not…this time he planned to enjoy being twenty.
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Date: 2008-11-09 03:54 am (UTC)WAs it confusing? I know I didn't beta it or anything...
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Date: 2008-11-09 05:04 am (UTC)Nooo, not confusing! Really, I'm just slow. It took me a moment to catch on.
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Date: 2008-11-11 08:21 pm (UTC)I loved the ending. &hearts
Happy birthday, Zoro!
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