literature

Breakup -ZoSan- pt2

Deviation Actions

vampire-otaku1's avatar
Published:
4K Views

Literature Text

Warning:  This story contains 'boy love'.


Part Two

A week and a half had passed since their fight, and Sanji was downright miserable.  What surprised him more than anything were the thoughts that had assaulted him since then, regrets for the harsh words he had spoken, the sinking feeling that he'd lied to himself and Zoro about how he felt.  

“Stupid bastard,” the cook muttered, cracking and separating eggs angrily into a large bowl.  “Had to go and complicate things...”  Bits of egg whites splattered the counter top as he whisked in a near frenzy, so fast it almost seemed a blur.  But Sanji's mind was nowhere near the task at hand as he continued mumbling to himself, anger and frustration coloring his tone.  “Sex was good.  No, it was fucking fantastic.”  White peaks rose in the bowl as the blonde continued beating, heedless.  “Had to go and get feelings for the shitty marimo-head.  Don't know *why*-”

He cursed as a random splatter of egg white flew into his visible eye.  Rubbing furiously, he noticed too late the disastrous over-beating of his meringue as the white foam disintegrated back into a ruined, runny mess.  He resisted the urge to throw the bowl against the wall.  Barely.  “Fuck.  Shit.  Damn.”

Disgusted with himself and the situation, he dropped the offending bowl to the counter and retrieved his jacket from its hook to find a new cigarette.  A deep breath of the therapeutic smoke soothed his frayed nerves slightly as he dropped down to one of the galley benches.  He couldn't take too much more of the distraction, of the frustration, of the complete cold shoulder on the part of Zoro.  

It was then he came to the decision to suck it up and admit he was wrong.  Maybe if he apologized, they could somehow salvage... whatever it was that they had.  But the cook knew they could both be stubborn bastards; he doubted it would be easy.

* * *

The stars shone brightly in the warm night sky as Zoro relaxed against the rail with a contented sigh.  It was the perfect night to sleep on deck.

“Oi, Zoro.”

Well, it ~had~ been the perfect night.  The swordsman didn't stir, feigning sleep in the hope that Sanji would just leave him the fuck alone.  The cook had made his point, and Zoro didn't feel like pursuing the issue.

“Zoro.”  The blonde poked the other man with his foot, to no avail.  Deep, steady breathing indicated that he was probably sound asleep, and Sanji didn't really feel like waking him.  Watching intently for a moment, the cook finally slid down to sit beside Zoro's prone form.  “You are such an annoying bastard.”  He expelled a lungful of smoke with a quiet hiss.  “Makes me wonder how you got under my skin.”  Frowning, he peered at the swordsman.  “Oi.”  Still no response.  I suppose he really is sleeping, lazy marimo.

Sanji leaned back into an almost identical pose as that of Zoro, watching cigarette smoke curl idly into the night sky.  “I'm a damn fool, Zoro.”  One hand fingered the soft lapel of his dress shirt nervously.  “I threw that... thing we had away like it didn't matter to me, and I lied to both of us.”  Azure eyes turned to watch the swordsman's sleeping face.  “I'm no fucking good at apologies.  Hell, if I tried this when you were awake, I'd never get it out.  I don't know why I'm even *trying* now, it's not like you're listening...”

The cook sat up with a sigh, eyes still on Zoro as he whispered.  “I'm the stupidest bastard on the planet for treating you like I did, and I'm sorry.”  Leaning close, he brushed his lips gently against Zoro's.  “I wish I could take it back, marimo-head.”

The blonde heaved his thin frame up to return to his evening chores only to yelp in surprise at the iron grip that closed on his ankle.  Startled eyes met the swordsman's hooded gaze just before the grip tugged him almost squarely into Zoro's lap.  “Wha-”

“Shut up, shitty cook,” the larger man murmured into blonde hair as he snaked arms around Sanji's thin chest.  “Like I tell you all the time, you talk too much.”  

Sanji's cheeks fairly glowed as he blushed.  “I thought you were sleeping, asshole,” he muttered.  Sharp teeth grazed his earlobe, and he shuddered at the sensation.

“That's what I wanted you to think.”  Zoro tugged the cook's shirt free and began running fingers up Sanji's sides.  The light touch sent tingles of electricity across his skin and down his spine in glorious waves.

“S-shit,” the blonde moaned, closing his eyes as he leaned back into the touch.  “I missed this.”

“You're telling me.”  The swordsman said as Sanji turned to straddle his lap, pressing forward eagerly.  “Damn hard to go cold turkey like that.”

Suddenly the cook grabbed the other man's hands in his own and paused their progress.  “Forgive me?”

Calloused fingers escaped to find a nipple and rolled it mischievously, Zoro grinning at the blonde's quiet whimper.  “Just as long as you don't leave me here with this.”  He shifted, the hard heat pressing firmly against Sanji leaving little doubt as to what he referred.  “Now shut up.”

For once, the blonde complied.
Fanfiction from the anime/manga One Piece
Rating: PG-13 for language, etc.
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Disclaimer: I sometimes wish they were mine, but they're not...


Part Two Original Title: Pray You Now, Forget and Forgive
Summary: Miserable, Sanji realizes he was wrong *gasp* and seeks forgiveness.

Special thanks to ~Kenie for making me realize that I'd forgotten to post the second part of this... o.o; Part one can be found here: [link]


Warning: The following stories are yaoi, which is a term of Japanese origin used to refer to work that refers to homosexual relationships between male characters. Boy love. So if this isn’t your thing, please go back now.
© 2006 - 2024 vampire-otaku1
Comments9
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
when's the next one going to sprout up??