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onepieceyaoi100Back from outer space. Sorta.
Title: The Bet
Pairing: ZxS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 313 (oops)
Summary: "To Suck or not to Suck."
Sanji had to keep reminding himself not to bite down. He knew from much experience that biting ruined the effect that this slow deliberate sucking produced. Sure, it gave him momentary satisfaction and filled his mouth quite delightfully, but it also ended things far too quickly. Yes, especially under these circumstances, slow and patient was the way to go.
“Doing OK down there, Cook?”
Sanji looked up from where he was sitting and eased the candy from between sticky lips.
“You’re a fucker. And I hate you.” He replied in a flat voice.
The candy was promptly returned to its previous position. Sucking resumed.
Like most of the ridiculous things that happened in his life, this current situation was all Zoro’s fault. Zoro, whose fourth favorite thing in life (right after fighting, sleeping, and fucking Sanji; not necessarily, but most likely, in that order) was boasting about how tough he was, and then following it up with number five, which was telling Sanji how tough he WASN’T in comparison.
Thus, the bet.
To prove his toughness, Zoro had challenged the blonde to give up cigarettes for a month. Angry, Sanji had hastily accepted. But, in turn, he had challenged the other man to give up something he craved just as fiercely. Sex with Sanji.
It had been an incredibly long week for both of them.
A warm weight settled at his side.
“Does it taste good?”
Suddenly feeling inspired, Sanji removed the candy, leaned over, and kissed Zoro hotly. As he slowly pulled back, he noted the desperate way Zoro’s hand gripped the railing above his head. Sanji’s voice adopted its silkiest tones.
“There’s a taste. What do you think? Want some more?”
He smugly licked his lips thinking of the cigarettes stashed in the pantry and of other more immediate things, as the swordsman’s hands trembled, before finally releasing their grip from the smooth railing.
Title: The Bet
Pairing: ZxS
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 313 (oops)
Summary: "To Suck or not to Suck."
Sanji had to keep reminding himself not to bite down. He knew from much experience that biting ruined the effect that this slow deliberate sucking produced. Sure, it gave him momentary satisfaction and filled his mouth quite delightfully, but it also ended things far too quickly. Yes, especially under these circumstances, slow and patient was the way to go.
“Doing OK down there, Cook?”
Sanji looked up from where he was sitting and eased the candy from between sticky lips.
“You’re a fucker. And I hate you.” He replied in a flat voice.
The candy was promptly returned to its previous position. Sucking resumed.
Like most of the ridiculous things that happened in his life, this current situation was all Zoro’s fault. Zoro, whose fourth favorite thing in life (right after fighting, sleeping, and fucking Sanji; not necessarily, but most likely, in that order) was boasting about how tough he was, and then following it up with number five, which was telling Sanji how tough he WASN’T in comparison.
Thus, the bet.
To prove his toughness, Zoro had challenged the blonde to give up cigarettes for a month. Angry, Sanji had hastily accepted. But, in turn, he had challenged the other man to give up something he craved just as fiercely. Sex with Sanji.
It had been an incredibly long week for both of them.
A warm weight settled at his side.
“Does it taste good?”
Suddenly feeling inspired, Sanji removed the candy, leaned over, and kissed Zoro hotly. As he slowly pulled back, he noted the desperate way Zoro’s hand gripped the railing above his head. Sanji’s voice adopted its silkiest tones.
“There’s a taste. What do you think? Want some more?”
He smugly licked his lips thinking of the cigarettes stashed in the pantry and of other more immediate things, as the swordsman’s hands trembled, before finally releasing their grip from the smooth railing.
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Date: 2004-09-26 01:47 am (UTC)So.
Uh.
You gonna write more or is that all we're gonna get here?
Yeah.
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Date: 2004-09-26 11:51 am (UTC)OK, that didn't take long...
Date: 2004-09-26 02:51 pm (UTC)Re: OK, that didn't take long...
Date: 2004-09-26 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-26 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-26 11:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-26 04:25 am (UTC)I braved the OP dub this morning, and I'm now scarred for life.
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Date: 2004-09-26 11:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-26 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-26 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-26 06:57 am (UTC)and i think sanji might get to have his ciggies afterall... ^-~
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Date: 2004-09-26 08:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-27 03:56 am (UTC)Love the images your wording inspires. ^_^
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Date: 2004-09-27 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-28 06:07 am (UTC)