A little something
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+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,565
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1
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0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own One Piece, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
4
Lunch went off without a hitch. Sanji was clean but still carried a bit of weary soreness from the previous encounters he hadn’t even been able to feel much less enjoy. Everyone had enjoyed the meal of course.
Sanji had felt Zoros eyes undressing him the whole time though. It was flattering but made the chef internally shudder in shame. How could he even tell Zoro that his body hadn’t been his? Why couldn’t the bastard just act like it hadn’t happened?
Had marimo been interested in him for a while now and he hadn’t noticed? He had seemed rather pent up. Was it just sex or did he genuinely care? Sanji really would rather wash the dishes then consider his feeling on the subject.
He had been so preoccupied he hadn’t noticed that only the object of his frustration was the only one left in the room. When Zoro came behind him and wrapped his arms around his chest the chef was caught in surprise and pulled his hands out of the suds unsure what to do. Return embrace? Explain that hadn’t been him…but after seeing the swordsmans performance he wouldn’t mind trying it out? Kick his ass for not noticing the very unSanji behavior of earlier?
He spotted a spider skittering almost stealthily across the window and rage over came the initial pang of fear at the thing. His sudsy hands grabbed a cup and violently slammed it over the spider, trapping the sucker in the class where he could properly kill it in a moment.
Zoro looked up at the sudden movement in curiosity. Sanji spun in the swordsmans arms…
“Listen Zoro, this is important! I…” But before Sanjis explanation and warning were verbalized he found himself pressed against the interior of a soapy glass cage with the perfect view of Sanjis tongue entering Zoros mouth and a long leg wrapping around the swordsmans waist.
Fuck.
Sanji had felt Zoros eyes undressing him the whole time though. It was flattering but made the chef internally shudder in shame. How could he even tell Zoro that his body hadn’t been his? Why couldn’t the bastard just act like it hadn’t happened?
Had marimo been interested in him for a while now and he hadn’t noticed? He had seemed rather pent up. Was it just sex or did he genuinely care? Sanji really would rather wash the dishes then consider his feeling on the subject.
He had been so preoccupied he hadn’t noticed that only the object of his frustration was the only one left in the room. When Zoro came behind him and wrapped his arms around his chest the chef was caught in surprise and pulled his hands out of the suds unsure what to do. Return embrace? Explain that hadn’t been him…but after seeing the swordsmans performance he wouldn’t mind trying it out? Kick his ass for not noticing the very unSanji behavior of earlier?
He spotted a spider skittering almost stealthily across the window and rage over came the initial pang of fear at the thing. His sudsy hands grabbed a cup and violently slammed it over the spider, trapping the sucker in the class where he could properly kill it in a moment.
Zoro looked up at the sudden movement in curiosity. Sanji spun in the swordsmans arms…
“Listen Zoro, this is important! I…” But before Sanjis explanation and warning were verbalized he found himself pressed against the interior of a soapy glass cage with the perfect view of Sanjis tongue entering Zoros mouth and a long leg wrapping around the swordsmans waist.
Fuck.