Seven Deadly Kisses
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+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,596
Reviews:
2
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0
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I do not own One Piece, and make no money from writing this story.
Proud Kiss
Seven Deadly Kisses
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, sulky Zoro, tsundere Sanji, lots of lovely BL kisses~ Minor mention of Thriller Bark in this.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece, and I never will.
Kiss rating: PG
Each kiss will be for the 7snogs prompt table, and will feature one of the seven deadly sins as its theme. This one is for theme seven: pride.
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Proud Kiss
It had been weeks since Zoro had kissed Sanji in front of the crew, and the cook had been acting icily towards him ever since. Whenever they were alone, the blonde would barely give him time of day even if he was kissing him and it was getting on Zoro’s nerves. If he’d known it was going to be like that, he wouldn’t have kissed him in front of the others. He thought it had been worth it at the time but Sanji hadn’t taken it well at all, and that one kiss had disturbed the strange balance that had grown between them since the start.
Personally, he didn’t see what the problem was. What was done was done, as far as he was concerned. It wasn’t like he could go back and not do it. The crew knew now; that was an indisputable fact. Sanji should just suck it up and get over it, since it wasn’t going to change, even if he treated Zoro like shit.
Shifting in his spot on the deck, the swordsman scowled. The way the cook was acting was as if he was ashamed to be in a relationship with him, and that did not sit well at all. For all the chasing and being chased, he would have thought Sanji was ready to let the others know, especially since he had seemed so fucking happy to be with him. They had snuck kisses everywhere; from the hidden depths of the galley to the middle of the damn deck in plain sight, and he had thought that the moves meant it was alright. If the blonde didn’t want to be seen kissing him, he wouldn’t have been so open about it, right? It just didn’t make sense.
Snorting in annoyance, he looked out to the helm, where Franky and Usopp were discussing something related to the ship, no doubt. He could see Chopper trying to join in next to them and Luffy staring out ahead of them on the Sunny’s figurehead like usual, and he took strange comfort in knowing that absolutely nothing had changed. Brook and Sanji were probably off terrorising the women somewhere, too. Everything was almost the damn same, and he didn’t understand why Sanji felt it necessary to ignore him so dutifully. Them being together did not affect the pace of the crew, nor did it affect Sanji being his idiotic self; Zoro wasn’t interested in trying to make him leave the women alone or anything after all.
No matter how much he thought about it, the swordsman just didn’t get it.
It was pretty damn annoying that the cook could just kiss him and walk off without saying anything, too. Fidgeting with his hands, Zoro scowled. He knew he shouldn’t let him do that but he couldn’t really help it; he enjoyed kissing him, and he didn’t want to stop over something as stupid as this. Unfortunately their night time ‘activities’ had drawn to a close, however. At the moment, whenever Zoro attempted to get more than a kiss all he received was a kick to the face in return. Not the most encouraging response, if he was honest. Damn, Sanji just didn’t make any sense! It was alright to kiss him, but not anything else than that? Finicky bastard.
Closing his eyes, the swordsman fell back into a doze, not waking up for a few hours. It was the smell of meat that awoke him from his slumber, and he opened tired eyes to see the whole crew gathered on the grassy plain, staring at the barbeque in the middle of it. Surprised to see such a thing, he slowly got to his feet, Nami passing him a drink as he walked towards the food. He gave her a nod of thanks before turning his attention on the cook, who was still avoiding his gaze.
“Oi, are you still mad at me or what?” He snapped, losing his temper at being ignored again. Moving closer, he shook the blonde’s shoulder and had his hand shrugged off almost instantly.
“Shut up; I’m busy.” Scowling, Zoro walked off to sit with Brook and Franky, shaking his head in agitation. The two both gave him sympathetic looks and he smiled back awkwardly; not really wanting their pity. He didn’t need it, anyway. As if that was going to change anything at all! Instead of voicing that however, he joined in on the conversation, pretending to be interested as plates of food slowly made their way around. Soon enough, everyone seemed to have a plate except for the swordsman, who glared over at the blonde angrily.
“Where the hell is mine, dartbrow?” At this, Sanji walked over from the barbeque and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him to his feet. As Zoro was about to start shouting at him, the cook leaned forward and pressed their lips together hard; startling Zoro and the rest of the crew. After all that time ignoring him, the cook was doing something like this? What the hell was going through his brain, anyway? Ah, whatever!
Not one to waste a chance, Zoro recovered quickly and wrapped his arms around Sanji’s back, pulling him in close as he started to take over the kiss. His tongue pushed demandingly between the cook’s lips and met with his tongue, the distinct flavour of meat and cigarettes strong in his mouth. For a few minutes everything was silent. No one said anything about it even as the pair pulled away – though it was probably more accurate to say Sanji shoved Zoro off him. Whipping around almost instantly, the blonde suddenly said something that the swordsman wasn’t expecting whatsoever.
“That’s how it is.” It was strange to hear Sanji’s voice so clear. “Anyone got a fucking problem with that?” The silence continued on and Sanji seemed to settle as he saw everyone shrugging or shaking their heads, suddenly seeming totally deflated. Voice lowering, the blonde muttered just loud enough for Zoro to hear as his hand grabbed onto the shirt again. “Whatever. Your food’s this way, shitface. I’m not bringing it over to your lazy ass.”
Ignoring the insult, Zoro just followed him dumbly, hands itching to grab onto him again. Right now he couldn’t care less about the food; just wanting to pull Sanji back up against his body. Yet he knew the cook had probably been as adventurous as he was going to get for the day, so held back for once. As the plate was shoved into his hands, he saw the slight blush on the cook’s face and knew his own must be similar, feeling like laughing. For all the shit he’d just been put through, Sanji still managed to look cute to him – and as long as he wasn’t ashamed of being with him he didn’t care if it happened again and again.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, sulky Zoro, tsundere Sanji, lots of lovely BL kisses~ Minor mention of Thriller Bark in this.
Disclaimer: I don’t own One Piece, and I never will.
Kiss rating: PG
Each kiss will be for the 7snogs prompt table, and will feature one of the seven deadly sins as its theme. This one is for theme seven: pride.
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Proud Kiss
It had been weeks since Zoro had kissed Sanji in front of the crew, and the cook had been acting icily towards him ever since. Whenever they were alone, the blonde would barely give him time of day even if he was kissing him and it was getting on Zoro’s nerves. If he’d known it was going to be like that, he wouldn’t have kissed him in front of the others. He thought it had been worth it at the time but Sanji hadn’t taken it well at all, and that one kiss had disturbed the strange balance that had grown between them since the start.
Personally, he didn’t see what the problem was. What was done was done, as far as he was concerned. It wasn’t like he could go back and not do it. The crew knew now; that was an indisputable fact. Sanji should just suck it up and get over it, since it wasn’t going to change, even if he treated Zoro like shit.
Shifting in his spot on the deck, the swordsman scowled. The way the cook was acting was as if he was ashamed to be in a relationship with him, and that did not sit well at all. For all the chasing and being chased, he would have thought Sanji was ready to let the others know, especially since he had seemed so fucking happy to be with him. They had snuck kisses everywhere; from the hidden depths of the galley to the middle of the damn deck in plain sight, and he had thought that the moves meant it was alright. If the blonde didn’t want to be seen kissing him, he wouldn’t have been so open about it, right? It just didn’t make sense.
Snorting in annoyance, he looked out to the helm, where Franky and Usopp were discussing something related to the ship, no doubt. He could see Chopper trying to join in next to them and Luffy staring out ahead of them on the Sunny’s figurehead like usual, and he took strange comfort in knowing that absolutely nothing had changed. Brook and Sanji were probably off terrorising the women somewhere, too. Everything was almost the damn same, and he didn’t understand why Sanji felt it necessary to ignore him so dutifully. Them being together did not affect the pace of the crew, nor did it affect Sanji being his idiotic self; Zoro wasn’t interested in trying to make him leave the women alone or anything after all.
No matter how much he thought about it, the swordsman just didn’t get it.
It was pretty damn annoying that the cook could just kiss him and walk off without saying anything, too. Fidgeting with his hands, Zoro scowled. He knew he shouldn’t let him do that but he couldn’t really help it; he enjoyed kissing him, and he didn’t want to stop over something as stupid as this. Unfortunately their night time ‘activities’ had drawn to a close, however. At the moment, whenever Zoro attempted to get more than a kiss all he received was a kick to the face in return. Not the most encouraging response, if he was honest. Damn, Sanji just didn’t make any sense! It was alright to kiss him, but not anything else than that? Finicky bastard.
Closing his eyes, the swordsman fell back into a doze, not waking up for a few hours. It was the smell of meat that awoke him from his slumber, and he opened tired eyes to see the whole crew gathered on the grassy plain, staring at the barbeque in the middle of it. Surprised to see such a thing, he slowly got to his feet, Nami passing him a drink as he walked towards the food. He gave her a nod of thanks before turning his attention on the cook, who was still avoiding his gaze.
“Oi, are you still mad at me or what?” He snapped, losing his temper at being ignored again. Moving closer, he shook the blonde’s shoulder and had his hand shrugged off almost instantly.
“Shut up; I’m busy.” Scowling, Zoro walked off to sit with Brook and Franky, shaking his head in agitation. The two both gave him sympathetic looks and he smiled back awkwardly; not really wanting their pity. He didn’t need it, anyway. As if that was going to change anything at all! Instead of voicing that however, he joined in on the conversation, pretending to be interested as plates of food slowly made their way around. Soon enough, everyone seemed to have a plate except for the swordsman, who glared over at the blonde angrily.
“Where the hell is mine, dartbrow?” At this, Sanji walked over from the barbeque and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him to his feet. As Zoro was about to start shouting at him, the cook leaned forward and pressed their lips together hard; startling Zoro and the rest of the crew. After all that time ignoring him, the cook was doing something like this? What the hell was going through his brain, anyway? Ah, whatever!
Not one to waste a chance, Zoro recovered quickly and wrapped his arms around Sanji’s back, pulling him in close as he started to take over the kiss. His tongue pushed demandingly between the cook’s lips and met with his tongue, the distinct flavour of meat and cigarettes strong in his mouth. For a few minutes everything was silent. No one said anything about it even as the pair pulled away – though it was probably more accurate to say Sanji shoved Zoro off him. Whipping around almost instantly, the blonde suddenly said something that the swordsman wasn’t expecting whatsoever.
“That’s how it is.” It was strange to hear Sanji’s voice so clear. “Anyone got a fucking problem with that?” The silence continued on and Sanji seemed to settle as he saw everyone shrugging or shaking their heads, suddenly seeming totally deflated. Voice lowering, the blonde muttered just loud enough for Zoro to hear as his hand grabbed onto the shirt again. “Whatever. Your food’s this way, shitface. I’m not bringing it over to your lazy ass.”
Ignoring the insult, Zoro just followed him dumbly, hands itching to grab onto him again. Right now he couldn’t care less about the food; just wanting to pull Sanji back up against his body. Yet he knew the cook had probably been as adventurous as he was going to get for the day, so held back for once. As the plate was shoved into his hands, he saw the slight blush on the cook’s face and knew his own must be similar, feeling like laughing. For all the shit he’d just been put through, Sanji still managed to look cute to him – and as long as he wasn’t ashamed of being with him he didn’t care if it happened again and again.