I CONTINUE TO FAIL AT PORN.
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dethorats. ;_; It wouldn't go away.
Title: Reconciliation
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13+.
Summary: Sanji/Zoro/Luffy/Usopp. There's Something About Usopp: The Post-Enies Lobby Special Edition.
Sanji had gotten to him first, pressing him against the wall of the hotel room, breathing a soft “You owe me a cigarette, shitty bastard,” into his ear before nuzzling his way down Usopp’s bruised jaw to lick split, torn lips. Whispers of “If you ever make me worry like that again, I’ll kill you,” provided incongruous punctuation to wandering fingers that brushed over bandages and tangled in dark hair that was finally, finally clean. Sanji tugged gently on his overall straps, and Usopp didn’t fight him when he undid the clasps, only reached out with trembling fingers to coax the buttons on Sanji’s shirt open.
And then a powerful hand clamped on his jaw, tearing him away from the chef's hungry licks and nibbles to mash into a fierce, possessive kiss, teeth clashing and noses colliding (more Usopp’s than Zoro’s). Zoro’s hands were on him now, fighting with Sanji’s, refusing to be gentle, to treat him like anything less than a man, strong in his own way, not a cause for worry but someone to fight with—a little too literally with, sometimes. Zoro hissed attack names that Usopp vaguely remembered from that fight into his ear as he stroked and fondled, disregarding injuries until he forced Usopp to let out a soft warning hiss of pain. Usopp felt the quirk of the lips that were brushing his ear at that, even as Zoro eased up slightly. Sanji growled, fingers dancing and tangling with the swordsman’s as he struggled to maintain his claim on his threatened territory, sneaking in a grope or two on his opponent as a desperation measure that did absolutely nothing. When Sanji bit Zoro in annoyance, the swordsman actually laughed.
And then rubbery arms wrapped around Usopp’s waist, brushing Zoro’s stomach and Sanji’s hip. Scarred, calloused hands rested on Usopp’s hips, thumbs hooked over the sharp points of his hipbones, and all Usopp could do was hold his breath, wait for the hammer to drop. There was so much…he had…a few words couldn’t fix that, no matter how heartfelt. His chest felt like it was going to burst, and the other two were still and silent, respectfully waiting for their captain’s decision.
Luffy murmured an almost inaudible “Love you” in his ear, and Usopp’s heart started beating again. Sanji pulled him bonecrushingly tight, one hard thigh sliding between Usopp’s legs, and Zoro let out a soft growling chuckle before he went back to sucking on the curve of Usopp’s throat. Luffy molded himself to Usopp’s back, exhaling his soft mantra of love in Usopp’s ear as he pulled them all slowly towards the bed, because difficult things like “standing” were starting to become far too hard to concentrate on.
It was over. Merry was in Heaven, he still had his nakama, and everything was going to be all right.
dethorats. ;_; It wouldn't go away.Title: Reconciliation
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13+.
Summary: Sanji/Zoro/Luffy/Usopp. There's Something About Usopp: The Post-Enies Lobby Special Edition.
Sanji had gotten to him first, pressing him against the wall of the hotel room, breathing a soft “You owe me a cigarette, shitty bastard,” into his ear before nuzzling his way down Usopp’s bruised jaw to lick split, torn lips. Whispers of “If you ever make me worry like that again, I’ll kill you,” provided incongruous punctuation to wandering fingers that brushed over bandages and tangled in dark hair that was finally, finally clean. Sanji tugged gently on his overall straps, and Usopp didn’t fight him when he undid the clasps, only reached out with trembling fingers to coax the buttons on Sanji’s shirt open.
And then a powerful hand clamped on his jaw, tearing him away from the chef's hungry licks and nibbles to mash into a fierce, possessive kiss, teeth clashing and noses colliding (more Usopp’s than Zoro’s). Zoro’s hands were on him now, fighting with Sanji’s, refusing to be gentle, to treat him like anything less than a man, strong in his own way, not a cause for worry but someone to fight with—a little too literally with, sometimes. Zoro hissed attack names that Usopp vaguely remembered from that fight into his ear as he stroked and fondled, disregarding injuries until he forced Usopp to let out a soft warning hiss of pain. Usopp felt the quirk of the lips that were brushing his ear at that, even as Zoro eased up slightly. Sanji growled, fingers dancing and tangling with the swordsman’s as he struggled to maintain his claim on his threatened territory, sneaking in a grope or two on his opponent as a desperation measure that did absolutely nothing. When Sanji bit Zoro in annoyance, the swordsman actually laughed.
And then rubbery arms wrapped around Usopp’s waist, brushing Zoro’s stomach and Sanji’s hip. Scarred, calloused hands rested on Usopp’s hips, thumbs hooked over the sharp points of his hipbones, and all Usopp could do was hold his breath, wait for the hammer to drop. There was so much…he had…a few words couldn’t fix that, no matter how heartfelt. His chest felt like it was going to burst, and the other two were still and silent, respectfully waiting for their captain’s decision.
Luffy murmured an almost inaudible “Love you” in his ear, and Usopp’s heart started beating again. Sanji pulled him bonecrushingly tight, one hard thigh sliding between Usopp’s legs, and Zoro let out a soft growling chuckle before he went back to sucking on the curve of Usopp’s throat. Luffy molded himself to Usopp’s back, exhaling his soft mantra of love in Usopp’s ear as he pulled them all slowly towards the bed, because difficult things like “standing” were starting to become far too hard to concentrate on.
It was over. Merry was in Heaven, he still had his nakama, and everything was going to be all right.
