ZoSan drabbles
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Category:
+M to R › One Piece
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
83
Views:
6,775
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own One Piece. I make no profit from this fanfiction whatsoever, either.
Over
Over
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, suggestive, yaoi.
Disclaimer: One Piece still isn’t mine. Stop asking me.
Rating: PG-13
For slashthedrabble this week.
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For all the times they had yelled that it was over, the two knew deep down that in reality it never would be.
When one would declare that it was the end, the other would snort and act like he didn’t care. Then the next night they’d find themselves entangled together all over again and not say a word come morning. It was how they always operated; sniping at each other to try and hurt though it never actually worked.
Zoro was usually the first to lose his patience, despite his great control over it the rest of the time. No matter what happened, he would usually be the one to shake Sanji out of his bed and take him elsewhere, though he found it far more exciting when Sanji broke first.
Feeling Sanji’s foot in his spine was never fun, but having the cook clutch at him and whisper dirty suggestions into his ear turned him on more than he would ever admit out loud. Of course it was obvious when he grabbed him right back and pressed up against him that that was the case, and Sanji knew it.
They both knew the effect they had on one another, and they always tried to use it to their advantage. Yet one word and they would be right back to square one; screaming insults and pulling away like just touching made them sick.
It was stupid, and they knew the other never really meant it but they couldn’t help but follow it out again and again, as if it were some kind of dance. As soon as they separated, the other would always be in their mind, teasing them. But they’d give in again, because they always did. They knew it was inevitable and didn’t want to fight it.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: ZoroxSanji, suggestive, yaoi.
Disclaimer: One Piece still isn’t mine. Stop asking me.
Rating: PG-13
For slashthedrabble this week.
--
For all the times they had yelled that it was over, the two knew deep down that in reality it never would be.
When one would declare that it was the end, the other would snort and act like he didn’t care. Then the next night they’d find themselves entangled together all over again and not say a word come morning. It was how they always operated; sniping at each other to try and hurt though it never actually worked.
Zoro was usually the first to lose his patience, despite his great control over it the rest of the time. No matter what happened, he would usually be the one to shake Sanji out of his bed and take him elsewhere, though he found it far more exciting when Sanji broke first.
Feeling Sanji’s foot in his spine was never fun, but having the cook clutch at him and whisper dirty suggestions into his ear turned him on more than he would ever admit out loud. Of course it was obvious when he grabbed him right back and pressed up against him that that was the case, and Sanji knew it.
They both knew the effect they had on one another, and they always tried to use it to their advantage. Yet one word and they would be right back to square one; screaming insults and pulling away like just touching made them sick.
It was stupid, and they knew the other never really meant it but they couldn’t help but follow it out again and again, as if it were some kind of dance. As soon as they separated, the other would always be in their mind, teasing them. But they’d give in again, because they always did. They knew it was inevitable and didn’t want to fight it.