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onepieceyaoi100Title: Morendo
Pairing: Sanji and Zoro
Words: 241
Rating: R
Topic: Restrained Sanji
There are times when phantom pain echoes deep in his bones. When he’s alone, the echoes fold and build, resounding and crashing upon one another until he thinks he’ll go deaf from the amplified pain. He’ll catch himself with his hands covering his ears, even though the sensations that threaten to overwhelm him are not of an auditory source.
But when he’s not alone, the waves of echoing pain are eased, the flow slows, then ebbs to a faint whisper.
Waking from a cold, restless sleep, Sanji lies in bed curled on his side like bass clef, longing for the feeling of a warm arm draped sleepily over his waist. He prays his silent prayers for the peace that he knows he can find in Zoro’s arms; screams his silent screams that demand the silencing of pain.
He will not ask. He will never ask.
He does not have to.
Without waking, Zoro knows. Rolling over, a soft rush of air and a whisper of cloth, a low growl.
And Sanji can hear it. Feel it. The warmth and the scent and the sound that drowns out his pain. He closes his eyes again, the echo of pain faint under the sound of steady, moist breath.
He needs it.
But he will never ask.
Pairing: Sanji and Zoro
Words: 241
Rating: R
Topic: Restrained Sanji
There are times when phantom pain echoes deep in his bones. When he’s alone, the echoes fold and build, resounding and crashing upon one another until he thinks he’ll go deaf from the amplified pain. He’ll catch himself with his hands covering his ears, even though the sensations that threaten to overwhelm him are not of an auditory source.
But when he’s not alone, the waves of echoing pain are eased, the flow slows, then ebbs to a faint whisper.
Waking from a cold, restless sleep, Sanji lies in bed curled on his side like bass clef, longing for the feeling of a warm arm draped sleepily over his waist. He prays his silent prayers for the peace that he knows he can find in Zoro’s arms; screams his silent screams that demand the silencing of pain.
He will not ask. He will never ask.
He does not have to.
Without waking, Zoro knows. Rolling over, a soft rush of air and a whisper of cloth, a low growl.
And Sanji can hear it. Feel it. The warmth and the scent and the sound that drowns out his pain. He closes his eyes again, the echo of pain faint under the sound of steady, moist breath.
He needs it.
But he will never ask.
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