Zoro walks in on Sanji & Robin....
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title: Meal Time Suprise
words: 493
pairing: Zoro/Sanji and a little Robin/Sanji
rating: Nc-17
topic: Suck
Zoro knew he had walked into something forbidden and private, but like hell he was leaving now.
Sanji was lying loosely in Robins' arms as she was passionately nibbling his neck.
So many thoughts. When did it start? And did the hot albeit clumsy meetings between himself and the cook really mean nothing after all?
Meaningless.
He was going to leave. She could have the ero-cook bastard.
But then her eye flicked to meet his and he saw something dangerous…animalistic…and his hand was on his sword before he could think about it.
The rivulets of blood that tricked down the blonds pale neck from two perfect punctures…punctures Robins fangs had left just let his attack come that much faster.
New questions. Like what the FUCK was going on? Was this really Robin? And most importantly…was that slightly less of bastard ero cook okay?
This would certainly explain why he was so damn pale despite time in the sun. AND those certain nights where he seemed to have no energy. That would imply she had been doing this a while. WAIT. Maybe she bound him to her and THAT was why he was such an idiot around women…no…maybe not…
He had been lunging forward at this point when two disembodied hands grabbed his ankles and he ended up slamming face first into the deck.
“YOU!!!” The curse died on his lips as his blood began to boil. Robin had gently taken Sanji in her arms like he was her most precious and delicate item and with a smirk in Zoros' direction, ran her fingers through the cooks’ silky hair before tilting his head and pressed her lips to the wound in what looked like a tender kiss.
She was sucking his blood!
More hands popped from nowhere…holding him back…forcing him to watch as she took from his cook.
“I’m going to fucking kill you….” The waves of killing aura started to roll of him and with the summoning of all his strength he broke through the sea of hands, swords ready to slice the monsters head clean off.
The blade came within a centimeter of slicing Sanjis' throat.
He was standing and obviously woozy…swaying between Zoro and Robin.
“Don’t you dare…touch her marimo.”
“What the fuck!? She is killing you!”
“Robin-chawn wouldn’t do that…you know that.” Robin came up behind him as he looked like he was about to fall over and helped him back to the floor.
“He may be your lover Swordsman-san….but he is my meal.”
“I’ll be in the bunkroom in a little while….please just wait for me a little longer…I need to make sure the whole crew is fed. No matter what they eat.”
Zoro growled, not liking this one bit, but sheathed his swords anyway. He would just have to give the idiot an earful when he came back to him, and he HAD better come back in perfect working condition or Robin was REALLY going to get it.
words: 493
pairing: Zoro/Sanji and a little Robin/Sanji
rating: Nc-17
topic: Suck
Zoro knew he had walked into something forbidden and private, but like hell he was leaving now.
Sanji was lying loosely in Robins' arms as she was passionately nibbling his neck.
So many thoughts. When did it start? And did the hot albeit clumsy meetings between himself and the cook really mean nothing after all?
Meaningless.
He was going to leave. She could have the ero-cook bastard.
But then her eye flicked to meet his and he saw something dangerous…animalistic…and his hand was on his sword before he could think about it.
The rivulets of blood that tricked down the blonds pale neck from two perfect punctures…punctures Robins fangs had left just let his attack come that much faster.
New questions. Like what the FUCK was going on? Was this really Robin? And most importantly…was that slightly less of bastard ero cook okay?
This would certainly explain why he was so damn pale despite time in the sun. AND those certain nights where he seemed to have no energy. That would imply she had been doing this a while. WAIT. Maybe she bound him to her and THAT was why he was such an idiot around women…no…maybe not…
He had been lunging forward at this point when two disembodied hands grabbed his ankles and he ended up slamming face first into the deck.
“YOU!!!” The curse died on his lips as his blood began to boil. Robin had gently taken Sanji in her arms like he was her most precious and delicate item and with a smirk in Zoros' direction, ran her fingers through the cooks’ silky hair before tilting his head and pressed her lips to the wound in what looked like a tender kiss.
She was sucking his blood!
More hands popped from nowhere…holding him back…forcing him to watch as she took from his cook.
“I’m going to fucking kill you….” The waves of killing aura started to roll of him and with the summoning of all his strength he broke through the sea of hands, swords ready to slice the monsters head clean off.
The blade came within a centimeter of slicing Sanjis' throat.
He was standing and obviously woozy…swaying between Zoro and Robin.
“Don’t you dare…touch her marimo.”
“What the fuck!? She is killing you!”
“Robin-chawn wouldn’t do that…you know that.” Robin came up behind him as he looked like he was about to fall over and helped him back to the floor.
“He may be your lover Swordsman-san….but he is my meal.”
“I’ll be in the bunkroom in a little while….please just wait for me a little longer…I need to make sure the whole crew is fed. No matter what they eat.”
Zoro growled, not liking this one bit, but sheathed his swords anyway. He would just have to give the idiot an earful when he came back to him, and he HAD better come back in perfect working condition or Robin was REALLY going to get it.
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