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onepieceyaoi1002009-06-27 12:25 pm
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The effect of moonlight
title: Full Moon Unwinds
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
words: 297
rating: r
topic:protest
It didn’t really surprise him that there was a time of the month when Sanji would get a little weird…the blond being so damn feminine and all.
Not that he had any complaints actually.
A full moon on the ocean sedated the cook with an easy serenity that had to be seen to be believed. Zoro was often amused that more people didn’t pick up on it.
During those times Sanji wouldn’t protest Luffy having another massive helping of seconds, he wouldn’t protest Chopper and Usopp borrowing one of his cutting boards for a surface to construct a collaborative pellet of some kind, and didn’t protest the girls heading to the bath house in town without him.
His crooked smile after dark seemed perfectly content as if he could only inhale the fresh sea air and his blond hair was sent flittering in the wind.
These times it was obvious.
He didn’t protest as Zoros arms wrapped around him or the lips found the cooks neck.
He didn’t protest as a strong hand pressed against his stomach and followed the shirt buttons down into his pants and below the belt and over his warm manhood.
There wasn’t the normal posturing of disapproval or twist of panic across the features questioning if this was something they should be doing.
There was a soft sigh and almost mew of protest though when the swordsman paused to soak in the sight of the man in his arms and burn it into his memory. The flushing, blushing, half lidded, panting man who wanted everything now but would probably deny how much he had been into this tomorrow punctuating it with violence even.
But now the moon was up and he was willing and waiting….and that was more then enough for Zoro.
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
words: 297
rating: r
topic:protest
It didn’t really surprise him that there was a time of the month when Sanji would get a little weird…the blond being so damn feminine and all.
Not that he had any complaints actually.
A full moon on the ocean sedated the cook with an easy serenity that had to be seen to be believed. Zoro was often amused that more people didn’t pick up on it.
During those times Sanji wouldn’t protest Luffy having another massive helping of seconds, he wouldn’t protest Chopper and Usopp borrowing one of his cutting boards for a surface to construct a collaborative pellet of some kind, and didn’t protest the girls heading to the bath house in town without him.
His crooked smile after dark seemed perfectly content as if he could only inhale the fresh sea air and his blond hair was sent flittering in the wind.
These times it was obvious.
He didn’t protest as Zoros arms wrapped around him or the lips found the cooks neck.
He didn’t protest as a strong hand pressed against his stomach and followed the shirt buttons down into his pants and below the belt and over his warm manhood.
There wasn’t the normal posturing of disapproval or twist of panic across the features questioning if this was something they should be doing.
There was a soft sigh and almost mew of protest though when the swordsman paused to soak in the sight of the man in his arms and burn it into his memory. The flushing, blushing, half lidded, panting man who wanted everything now but would probably deny how much he had been into this tomorrow punctuating it with violence even.
But now the moon was up and he was willing and waiting….and that was more then enough for Zoro.