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Warning: The following story contains 'Boy love'.
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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 hands travel lower in reply, the blonde fuzz starting below Sanji's navel feeling soft beneath his fingertips.
A quiet moan, and suddenly Zoro found himself staring into a single crystal blue orb. Oh shit. The swordsman made to pull back, out of range of those deadly feet, but found himself stopped by the hand tangled in his haramaki. "Nh, Zoro..." Sanji sighed, pulling Zoro closer. "Don't go."
How could he possibly refuse? Especially after a flexible leg slipped from between his to wrap around his waist, drawing their hips together, pressing Sanji's growing arousal against his thigh. Moonlight lit the faint blush across the cook's cheeks as he squirmed against the swordsman.
"Need something, cook?"
"S-shut up, bastard," Sanji groaned, arching into Zoro. "You start groping me, wake me up, and expect me to just roll over and forget about it?" He reached down to palm the swordsman's answering hardness, eyebrow quirking at the pleased whine that rose from Zoro's throat. "I know this isn't just for show."
The swordsman leered. "Nope." He could definitely put *that* to good use.
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Sanji awoke to find a muscle-bound arm draped over him as a very happy (and apparently still sleeping) swordsman ground himself lazily against the blonde's backside.
The cook sputtered. "Asshole, what are you doing?!"
No answer.
Are you fucking serious?! "Oi, Marimo," he hissed, trying vainly to pull away from the odd embrace, "get off! I have no desire to be party to your perverted wet dreams. *Off*!"
Still no answer.
At least, not until the cook managed to punt the bastard against the wall.
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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 hands travel lower in reply, the blonde fuzz starting below Sanji's navel feeling soft beneath his fingertips.
A quiet moan, and suddenly Zoro found himself staring into a single crystal blue orb. Oh shit. The swordsman made to pull back, out of range of those deadly feet, but found himself stopped by the hand tangled in his haramaki. "Nh, Zoro..." Sanji sighed, pulling Zoro closer. "Don't go."
How could he possibly refuse? Especially after a flexible leg slipped from between his to wrap around his waist, drawing their hips together, pressing Sanji's growing arousal against his thigh. Moonlight lit the faint blush across the cook's cheeks as he squirmed against the swordsman.
"Need something, cook?"
"S-shut up, bastard," Sanji groaned, arching into Zoro. "You start groping me, wake me up, and expect me to just roll over and forget about it?" He reached down to palm the swordsman's answering hardness, eyebrow quirking at the pleased whine that rose from Zoro's throat. "I know this isn't just for show."
The swordsman leered. "Nope." He could definitely put *that* to good use.
* * *
Sanji awoke to find a muscle-bound arm draped over him as a very happy (and apparently still sleeping) swordsman ground himself lazily against the blonde's backside.
The cook sputtered. "Asshole, what are you doing?!"
No answer.
Are you fucking serious?! "Oi, Marimo," he hissed, trying vainly to pull away from the odd embrace, "get off! I have no desire to be party to your perverted wet dreams. *Off*!"
Still no answer.
At least, not until the cook managed to punt the bastard against the wall.
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Take a Guess :ZoSan:
Take a Guess
A ZoSan oneshot
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It was supposed to be a day unlike any other. Just sailing along the sea, everyone doing what they usually did. Zoro would be training up in the Crows Nest, now that it was equipped with an unbelievable weight-lifting room, thanks to Franky. Nami was busy mapping, situated in the massive library where Robin was also spending her time, perusing the interesting books that their shipwright had purchased.
And, of course, Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp were nowhere to be found. The last time anyone had seen them was on the third floor, but that had been a few hours ago. They were
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Rapt ZoSan 7
His first thought was, Whoa, this shit stinks! He flinched away form it as the sharp scent burned his nostrils. It smelled of...of...expensive cologne and cigarette smoke, mixed with the fiery smell of a gas-burning stove, and garlic, cumin, turmeric and other assorted spices.
His second thought was, Oh...It smells like Sanji. That was true. It was as if the cook's scent had been bottled; they'd had garlicky pasta that day for lunch, and that spice was the strongest amongst the rest. The smoke smell never left the cook's side. The smog had soaked into his clothes. Today's cologne had been tropical, with a lethal kick of pepper. The liquid in
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Here, Kitty Kitty Kitty
Here, Kitty Kitty Kitty
Meow.
Sanji stopped, puzzled, and peered around. He stood in the middle of the pantry, glancing around for the source of the noise.
Meow.
Turning quickly, he saw a flash of white and brown, as the tip of a tail vanished around one of the boxes. Surprised and curious, he rubbed at his eyes, and tried to tell himself that he was imagining things.
A few minutes ago, the cook had woken up from a sound sleep with the munchies. Getting out of the hammock he shared with his lover as quietly as he could so he wouldnt wake the slumbering swordsman (getting tangled in the ropes anyway, and curs
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Fanfiction from the anime/manga One Piece.
Word Count: 424
Rating: PG-13 ('cause the boys curse, and some sexual content)
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Disclaimer: I sometimes wish they were mine, but they're not...
( And if case you couldn't tell, Zoro was dreaming throughout most of the story. XD )
Fanfiction from the anime/manga One Piece.
Word Count: 424
Rating: PG-13 ('cause the boys curse, and some sexual content)
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Disclaimer: I sometimes wish they were mine, but they're not...
( And if case you couldn't tell, Zoro was dreaming throughout most of the story. XD )
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