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Sleepy Contemplations -ZoSan-Sleeping, Sanji is beautiful. There is no other way to describe him.
He's laying sprawled across the futon next to me, soft blue t-shirt riding up to reveal the pale expanse of his abdomen almost teasingly. Moonlight shines pearlescently through a porthole to illuminate the well-chiseled muscles hiding just under the skin of his stomach. Steel deceptively sheathed in silk.
Just below the hollow of his navel feather faint wisps of blonde hair, trailing down below the waistband of low-slung boxers. I know from memory how soft those hairs were; knew the soft sounds Sanji would make if I traced their path like this. Yeah. Those sounds.
And if I run my fingers over his belly long enough, that funny curled eyebrow of his twitches. So I play, running my fingertips up and down that sensitive trail until it does. Oh, and his leg kinda kicks out too. Can't forget that
Bathtime Relaxation -SanZo-Light reflected a myriad of colors off the surface of soap bubbles sliding down scarred, tanned flesh, washing away the dirt and grime. A soft cloth scrubbed gently at the more stubborn patches, guided by calloused and blood stained fingers as Zoro allowed the hot bath to leech some of the tension from his weary body.
Another day of naps, training, and Marine attacks. Pitiful opponents whose skills couldn't even touch the swordsman before his santoryu splattered their blood across the deck. Another day closer to his goal, to his final meeting with Mihawk and his destiny.
Zoro dunked his mossy hair into the cooling water, cleansing the last of the soap from his scalp before lounging back against the cool tile of the tub. Tired emerald eyes drifted slowly closed, and the swordsman didn't fight the sleep tugging at his consciousness.
* * *
Thin hands gently tilted his head back, soft lips pressing a kiss to his forehead that drew him
Breakup -ZoSan- pt2Warning: This story contains 'boy love'.
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-hea
Breakup -ZoSan- pt1Warning: This story contains 'boy love'.
"Nami-swan! Robin chwan!" Sanji pirouetted across the upper deck, laden tray perfectly balanced on one outstretched hand. Coming to a stop between the lounge chairs the ladies currently occupied, he crooned. "Please take these tokens of my love and refresh yourselves!"
The cook basked in the glow of their attention as both glanced up from their respective reading to accept a drink with murmured appreciation. The hearts in his eyes danced with giddy happiness as he made his way back to the galley, oblivious to his surroundings.
Which was probably why he didn't notice Zoro's prone form next to the mast until he found himself sprawled across the other man.
"Oi!" The swordsman's eyes cracked open to glare at the blonde. "Bastard, watch where you're fucking going!" Strong hands closed on Sanji's shoulders and thrust him viole
Of Rifles and Repercussions p1Chapter 1
Stolen kisses, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip...
A hand tugging almost frantically at his belt...
Biting down on the shoulder of a certain blonde to keep from waking the crew with his cries as he came...
Zoro awoke with a gasp, sweat trickling down his face and noticeably aroused. Fuck. He drew a hand across his brow and attempted to calm his panting breath. The dreams were occurring more frequently now and with accelerating intensity. He tried to focus on swimming in the icy river of Drum Island and other very cold pursuits.
It was driving him fucking *crazy*.
It took a while, but he finally got the heat in his blood cooled enough to be able to operate rationally. With a slight groan, he stood to stretch the rest of the tension from his body and glance around the barely lightened ocean from his perch in the crow's nest. Thank whatever gods there may be that he was on watch; he couldn't imagine waking in that state in the bunkroom or somewhere more conspicuous
Come To Bed, Stupid -ZoSan-Warning: This story contains 'boy love.'
It was three o'clock in the damn morning. And the love-cook *still* hadn't come to bed.
Zoro grumbled unintelligibly under his breath as he ascended the ladder and strolled across the deck towards the faint lamplight glowing from the galley doorway. Sure, if Sanji wanted to be a fool and forgo a night of sleep, it was no skin off his nose, but the asshole got cranky as hell if he didn't sleep right. And after several months of sharing the same hammock, it got kind of lonely at night without the blonde bedwarmer. Though he'd be loath to admit it.
The sight that greeted him from inside gave him pause. The kitchen table was littered with Sanji's vast collection of cookbooks, some stacked teeteringly high, others open to well-thumbed recipes while scraps of paper stuck out from between other pages, bookmarking more sites of interest. Scattered between the books lay notes,
Wake Me Up -ZoSan-Warning: The following story contains 'Boy love'.
Zoro eased himself down next to Sanji on the futon with a relieved sigh, closing his eyes. He'd just gotten off of his late watch and was looking forward to a long rest. Though... Green eyes opened to slide lazily over the sleeping blonde. He looked so innocent. So unlike the hellion that Sanji transformed into while awake. Zoro grinned. Maybe he could use this to his advantage; there were few things he liked more than sleep, but molesting Sanji was definitely one of them.
The cook barely stirred as Zoro moved over him, fingers coaxing Sanji's chin up to capture those slack lips in a slow kiss. His other hand pushed at the light t-shirt to reveal pale flesh, creamy skin stretched over deceptively strong abs, stroking and caressing in ways the blonde would never allow while awake. Sanji responded, shifting and murmuring something incomprehensible into Zoro's mouth. The swordsman let his ha
Waiting Series, part 1 and 2Part 1: Sanji POV
I feel as if I'm always watching him.
He's on the deck every morning doing katas when I awake to start breakfast, the tanned skin of his bare chest glistening with sweat in the early morning light. He doesn't know I stare through the galley window during my spare moments, mesmerized by the fluid movements of his muscles as he moves.
I'm watching when he lounges around the deck sleeping. I pretend (mostly) that his laziness pisses me off, but barely a day goes by when I don't stand somewhere close and observe him from the corner of my eye. I can tell when he's really sleeping or when he's just trying to avoid everyone. He doesn't know that I know.
And when he's sleeping at night… I can't help but watch. It's when he's sprawled out in his hammock, sound asleep and drooling, that he looks truly peaceful. I don't think he realizes how far his defenses drop at night. How the tension of his daytime mask disappears, leaving his face tranquil and less jaded by ever
SignaturesSanji had just gotten all of the little bowls arranged perfectly on the dessert tray when a green-haired swordsman invaded the sanctum of his dinner preparations.
"What're you doing, shitty-cook?" Floorboards creaked as Zoro wandered over for a closer look.
"I'm trying to do something productive, unlike certain people." Returning containers of nuts and sprinkles to the cabinet above and closing the door, a swift movement caught his eye and he lashed out with a foot. The swordsman ducked as the small, red prize disappeared into his mouth.
"Oi, marimo-head, those are toppings for tonight's sundaes, not fucking snacks," he hissed.
The swordsman found his gaze and unwaveringly held it as he snagged another maraschino cherry by the stem, bringing it to his lips. He grasped the fruit with his teeth, pulling it from the stem. Zoro rolled it around his mouth, savoring the flavor, before crushing the cherry against his palate and swallowing. A pink tongue snaked out to capture the last o
Old and NewOld and New
Sanji was standing outside and leaning against the railing, taking a smoke break. The day had been busy and long, and he was tired. He thought back to his time with Zeff, and what his life was like on the Baratie. It was interesting, but not nearly as rambunctious as life on Merry, and now on the Sunny. Sure, thered be fights breaking out, and hed get to kick some pirate or marine ass, but it wasnt the same. It was hectic, all of the hustle and bustle of a floating restaurant leaving little to no time for goofing off. Hed catered to a large crowd, and couldnt spare the time for individuals. There would be some days that he got almost no sleep, and others where he had nothing to occupy his time. It was different, and he was trying to decide if that was good or bad.
There werent any rubber limbs that he needed to periodically stab in order to keep his own food, no long stories about fictitious adventures in far away lands, nor any enthusias
So close...yet so far
Lying next to you, I listen to the sound of your breath as your chest rises and falls. You
stir slightly in your sleep, but then you are motionless yet again. I reach out to stroke
your soft green hair, but before I can touch the silkey mop I withdraw. You've already told
me once, I should have accepted it then. I still don't know why I had done it; why I said
what I said, or why I did what I did. I really wish I hadn't though, I miss all of those
pointless squabbles we would have and when we would fight each other untill Nami-san
would have to interfere. I wish we could go back to those times, because they are the
ones I treasure the most. The times when you considered me to be both your rival and
your nakama, but now, you avoid me like the plague. And whenever we face those pitifully
weak rivals, I want to be able to stand right behind you, my back facing yours and yours
facing mine as we defend each other. I loved listening to you laugh whenever we would
eat meals and the others wou
ZoSan : Bad Hair MorningSanji stared at himself in the mirror. His fingers were removing lint from his black jacket and brushing of all the dust from his shoulders. Black tie was perfectly straight and there wasnt any dirt on his orange shirt either. The mans appearance was flawless but still he kept staring at himself. Soon Sanjis fingers left his jacket and went through his blonde hair. There was a frown on his forehead. I hate this He muttered, pushing his hair around. No matter what he did, he never got his hair to keep away from his face. Strands of hair were always over his left eye, and that really annoyed him sometimes. The blonde liked his own features and style, but he didnt care for that disobedient hair. What am I supposed to do with this? the cook asked from his reflection with a sigh.
Cut it off if it annoys you that much. Came an answer behind Sanji and the cook looked over his shoulder to see who it was. He shouldve guesse
Take a ChanceTake a Chance
Sanjis laugh rang through the crowded bar, barely reaching his ears over the music. Zoro knew he was staring, but he couldnt help it. Sanji looked beautiful, with his head thrown back and eyes shut, laughing a deep laugh that shook his slim frame. Frowning to himself, the swordsman tore his gaze away and looked into the bottom of his mug, swirling the last swig of rum.
They were not on the run, for once. Theyd managed to lose the Marines a ways back, and were docked on a lively island where there were parties in practically every bar. Everyone on the Sunny was quickly immersed in the bustling crowds, flowing to and fro from party to party. Theyd arrived around mid-afternoon, and were still frolicking in the streets.
Chopper had volunteered to stay behind on the ship for the watch, and the rest of them split up as soon as they docked. Somehow, Zoro had ended up with the cook (passing by this bar for the fifth time tonight), and they found themselves
Night VigilNight Vigil
Sanji was exhausted.
He finished drying the last dish and put it in its proper place. Hed been in the kitchen all night, cooking and preparing the food for the barbecue. It had been the biggest feast that he had ever cooked for, and all he wanted to do now was sleep. He pulled off his apron and draped it over the hanger and walked towards the galley door. Flicking off the light (a new invention that Franky had installed; electricity all over Sunny) after examining the room one last time to make sure everything was in its place. Satisfied, he let the door swing closed and headed towards the boys bunkroom.
Halfway there, he remembered that he had night watch tonight, and it was probably close to his turn. Cursing quietly under his breath, he sighed and turned back towards the front deck. His feet made no sound as he tread quietly across the grass deck of the Sunny, and began to climb the rigging. Night watch had become much more bearable with the crows nest
ZoSan : Shower turnSanji shivered under the cold water that ran through his hair. He jumped away from the shower. This wasnt the first time it happened. Almost every time when it was Sanjis turn to shower, the water was cold. That was the swordsmans fault. Zoros turn was always before Sanjis and the swordsman always used all the hot water. That bastard
But as always, Sanji got back under the cold water and washed himself quickly. -That idiot! I´m gonna give him some credit for this!
And as always Sanji put something extra on Zoros dinner.
The green-haired man just stared at Sanji when he tasted the rotten egg on his meal. Then he spit it on Sanji´s face. That caused a fight between them, as always.
Then one day
Sanji heard Zoro´s footsteps going down towards the washing room. He immediately ran out of the kitchen and reached the bathroom before Zoro. "This time I´m going first!" He said to the green-haired man. Zoro st
Get What You WantGet What You Want
Sanji sat back to survey his work, wiping his hands clean on a towel. He reached behind himself to undo the knot of his apron and tugged it off, draping it across the back of a chair. He spun back towards the counter and gazed at the now fully decorated cake.
It was a new recipe of his, and hed had it on his mind these past few days. It was eating at him, since hed been craving chocolate for weeks now, and he really wanted to try it out. It was an entirely chocolate cake, in every way, shape, and form. Firstly, it was a three-layered chocolate cake, with melted fudge in between each layer. Then, the main coat of frosting was milk chocolate, and thoroughly spread across the top and sides of the cake in a nice, thick layer. The cake had dark chocolate frosting decorations covering it, as well as a dribble of chocolate sauce for the final topping.
It looked absolutely delicious.
Feeling rather proud of himself, Sanji cleaned up what little mess he made and pu
Hot Summer DaysHot Summer Days
It was a scorcher of a day, and all Zoro wanted to do was sleep. His nakama were all around, finding their own ways to cool off and try to survive the humidity; Luffy was lying spread-eagle on the grass, with only his pants on and his hat over his face, tongue hanging out of his mouth and ice cubes rapidly melting on his chest; Usopp had undone the straps to his overalls, letting them dangle, removed his boots and was hanging over the railing, letting the sea spray hit him when it splashed high enough; Franky was in just his speedo, up in the crows nest for his turn on watch, his hair a deflated blue curtain from the heat; the girls were in the shaded grove the mikan trees provided, wearing bikinis and soaking their feet in a makeshift mini-pool, and looked marginally better than the rest of them for it.
Chopper, that poor reindeer, was deep in the depths of the ship, where it was coolest against his fur coat. If he were to come out on deck, hed probably str
Wiping his hands off on a towel, Sanji strode over to the galley door and rang the bell.
Time to eat, you assholes! he called out to the rest of the crew out on deck. It was around noon on the Sunny, and hed just finished making lunch. He turned back around and started on special drinks for the ladies.
Woo-hoo! Food! Luffy cried from his position on the side of the boat with Usopp. Theyd been fishing because they were almost out of meat, something that had Luffy in tears, and had caught several large specimens to add to the tank sometime earlier. The seas were quiet now, though, and Usopp had been telling an engaging lie to a wide-eyed Chopper and Luffy, complete with embellished hand waving and words that werent in Luffys dictionary.
At the bell, Luffy dropped his pole, where it landed in the water with a loud splash, and charged towards the galley. Chopper let out a high-pitched yell, running around in circles as Usopp attempted
We never really needed words, not when we were like this. Sitting side by side in the crow's nest, companionable silence accompanied by the gentle slaps of waves against the Going Merry's hull.
On particularly frigid nights I'd climb up here after the others turned in, heavy blanket slung over my shoulder 'cause I knew you were too stubborn to bring one for yourself. You'd scowl at me, faux annoyance not quite reaching your eyes, just before I chucked the heavy wool at your stupid marimo head.
Your floundering inspired clean, pure laughter from me, the kind I rarely let others hear. I'd be on the verge of tears when you emerged, grabbing my pant leg and sending me tumbling haphazardly across your lap. Then the tables would turn as I went nose-to-nose with you and growled, your own deep chuckles pealing softly over me.
That's when you'd gather me in your strong arms as if I weighed nothing and settle me between your legs. Any anger I pretended to have melts away as I'd lean back
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