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chibi_trillianShort chapter-let. There'll be another one up tonight or tomorrow, methinks.
Sanji's Uke-Uke Fruit Adventure: Part the Second and One-Half
Series: One Piece
One Piece: Not mine
Zoro wasn’t quite sure what was going on. This was nothing new, but usually his confusion was brought on by lack of information or an unexpected nap attack. In this case, Zoro was fairly certain he’d been awake the whole time and the weird effect Sanji was having on him was making quite sure that he paid attention from his rather crappy hiding spot.
True, Zoro had nothing against guys as far as sex went, and yes, Sanji had been a bit of a looker before and was downright pretty now, but Zoro had a firm policy against sleeping with rivals. That Sanji was also an arrogant prick who turned into a whiny mess for anything with tits had pretty much killed any chance of Zoro finding him attractive at any point in the near future, or so Zoro had thought.
Now, out of the clear blue sky, all Zoro wanted to do was cuddle Sanji until he calmed down, and then take him back to his hammock and show him Zoro’s skill with his fourth sword, the one he didn’t draw in public.
Zoro.
Cuddling.
Sanji.
The three were not meant to go together. The closest he could come up with was maybe defending the man’s back against a common enemy. “Me against my brother; my brother and I against the stranger,” and all that. No more than that, surely. Nevertheless, his libido was quite cheerfully insisting that finding out exactly how much Sanji’s body had changed was a fantastic idea, and the bad part was that most of his brain was agreeing.
Sanji let out a particularly heart-wrenching sob, and Zoro was halfway across the deck before he caught himself. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how one wants to look at it), Sanji seemed to have some near-psychic ability to detect his presence, for he darted across the remaining distance to attach himself to Zoro like a limpet and bury his face in Zoro’s plain cotton shirt.
Zoro was being clung to for the second time today.
Much to his increased confusion, he actually kind of liked it.
Sanji's Uke-Uke Fruit Adventure: Part the Second and One-Half
Series: One Piece
One Piece: Not mine
Zoro wasn’t quite sure what was going on. This was nothing new, but usually his confusion was brought on by lack of information or an unexpected nap attack. In this case, Zoro was fairly certain he’d been awake the whole time and the weird effect Sanji was having on him was making quite sure that he paid attention from his rather crappy hiding spot.
True, Zoro had nothing against guys as far as sex went, and yes, Sanji had been a bit of a looker before and was downright pretty now, but Zoro had a firm policy against sleeping with rivals. That Sanji was also an arrogant prick who turned into a whiny mess for anything with tits had pretty much killed any chance of Zoro finding him attractive at any point in the near future, or so Zoro had thought.
Now, out of the clear blue sky, all Zoro wanted to do was cuddle Sanji until he calmed down, and then take him back to his hammock and show him Zoro’s skill with his fourth sword, the one he didn’t draw in public.
Zoro.
Cuddling.
Sanji.
The three were not meant to go together. The closest he could come up with was maybe defending the man’s back against a common enemy. “Me against my brother; my brother and I against the stranger,” and all that. No more than that, surely. Nevertheless, his libido was quite cheerfully insisting that finding out exactly how much Sanji’s body had changed was a fantastic idea, and the bad part was that most of his brain was agreeing.
Sanji let out a particularly heart-wrenching sob, and Zoro was halfway across the deck before he caught himself. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how one wants to look at it), Sanji seemed to have some near-psychic ability to detect his presence, for he darted across the remaining distance to attach himself to Zoro like a limpet and bury his face in Zoro’s plain cotton shirt.
Zoro was being clung to for the second time today.
Much to his increased confusion, he actually kind of liked it.
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Date: 2005-11-16 09:21 pm (UTC)And I can see the deliver-bird dropping Nami's paper and a bundle in her lap and her opening it up and rolling her eyes. "Sanji! Here's your mega-rush order of Wet!"