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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,762
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Upon Reflection
Upon Reflection
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, attempted humour, suggestive, lots of swearing, yaoi.
Disclaimer: Oda owns One Piece, not me. He’s a goddamned genius!
Rating: PG
Another one for onepieceyaoi100.
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Sulking up in his training room, Zoro nursed the bright red foot-shaped mark on his cheek with his palm, looking across the room in annoyance. It wasn’t his fault they’d been caught in the middle! He hadn’t been expecting anyone to just walk in on them; else he’d have brought a blanket or something to cover them with. Dammit, Sanji was just too bitchy; there was no need to have kicked him! If he’d have known, he wouldn’t have done it.
Yet the cook seemed determined to pin all the blame on him, as if he’d planned the whole thing. Like he’d wanted the rest of the crew to find out they were screwing. If he was honest he really didn’t care much, but the blonde was acting like it was the end of the world. A boot to the head and Sanji had ran off, red as a beetroot as the others looked down at him quietly, leaving him to explain it to them. There wasn’t really anything he could have said though, so he just shot them a glare and come up here.
And now Sanji probably wasn’t going to go near him for at least a week! And what a cold, lonely week it was going to be; especially if the cook decided to kick him out of the galley or something. Zoro wouldn’t have put it past him at all: if Sanji could walk away in the middle of sex after kicking him, there was probably nothing that he wouldn’t do.
Groaning, he rubbed his face again and leaned back against the wall, directing his gaze to the ceiling. It wasn’t entirely his fault; Sanji had let him!
Upon reflection, perhaps fucking in the middle of the deck was not such a good idea, after all.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, attempted humour, suggestive, lots of swearing, yaoi.
Disclaimer: Oda owns One Piece, not me. He’s a goddamned genius!
Rating: PG
Another one for onepieceyaoi100.
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Sulking up in his training room, Zoro nursed the bright red foot-shaped mark on his cheek with his palm, looking across the room in annoyance. It wasn’t his fault they’d been caught in the middle! He hadn’t been expecting anyone to just walk in on them; else he’d have brought a blanket or something to cover them with. Dammit, Sanji was just too bitchy; there was no need to have kicked him! If he’d have known, he wouldn’t have done it.
Yet the cook seemed determined to pin all the blame on him, as if he’d planned the whole thing. Like he’d wanted the rest of the crew to find out they were screwing. If he was honest he really didn’t care much, but the blonde was acting like it was the end of the world. A boot to the head and Sanji had ran off, red as a beetroot as the others looked down at him quietly, leaving him to explain it to them. There wasn’t really anything he could have said though, so he just shot them a glare and come up here.
And now Sanji probably wasn’t going to go near him for at least a week! And what a cold, lonely week it was going to be; especially if the cook decided to kick him out of the galley or something. Zoro wouldn’t have put it past him at all: if Sanji could walk away in the middle of sex after kicking him, there was probably nothing that he wouldn’t do.
Groaning, he rubbed his face again and leaned back against the wall, directing his gaze to the ceiling. It wasn’t entirely his fault; Sanji had let him!
Upon reflection, perhaps fucking in the middle of the deck was not such a good idea, after all.