Zoro has much to learn.
May. 26th, 2006 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chibi_trillianThis is so much with the bad, but it gnawed at my brain and wouldn't go away.
Title: Breathless
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Sequel to Breath. Lesson Two: Chi manipulation should be done with consideration for others around you. Try not to let your chi spread too far.
He could taste Zoro again. Iron and cinnamon, steel and salt, thick and warm inside of him. He couldn’t see the swordsman, but he could feel him—rough hands ghosting across his skin, press of hot metal at his throat, worn cotton under his fingers. There were hard, demanding lips pressed against his, draining out his life force, but willingly replacing it.
Sanji snapped awake. The phantom sensations faded, but the taste remained, heavy and intoxicating in his mouth.
Sanji did not want to be intoxicated. He wanted to murder Zoro, that’s what he wanted.
Sanji slipped out of the men’s quarters, carefully stepping around the sprawled sharpshooter on the floor and dodging the dangling limbs of his captain. Just because Sanji was going to slaughter someone didn’t mean they needed to be disturbed, after all.
Zoro was on deck, on watch and awake for a change. He was barefoot and shirtless, practicing some sword technique or other under the moonlight, and almost managed to look like he didn’t need killing. Sanji knew better.
Whatever the swordsman had done to him on the voyage out from Alabasta had stuck, and stuck hard. He kept having dreams, kept being ambushed by Zoro’s weird voodoo funky shit at the worst possible moments, kept feeling like there was something he needed but couldn’t have. It was making life awkward, and kicking the idiot marimo-head didn’t seem to be helping. In fact, the weirdness got worse when the two of them traded blows. This time, though, Sanji was going to beat the freakiness out of him, so the problem ought to be solved.
And then Zoro swung his blade around, face a mask of concentration, and Sanji’s nerves caught fire. His skin seemed too tight for a moment, strangling him, and then he suddenly flushed scarlet and gasped for air. His blood felt like it had been replaced by fine brandy, searing through his veins and making him dizzy. And the taste—Zoro’s goddamn taste—was so strong that Sanji’s tongue actually hurt. He swayed, dropped to his knees, wanted it to stop, wanted it to never end…
And then there was a curiously warm sword tip against his nose, and Zoro was asking in a strained voice what the hell he was doing out here.
“You woke me up, asshole.” Sanji slashed out a leg, caught Zoro’s ankles, and knocked him on his ass in a sweep that was too damn easy. Zoro should have been ready for it, but he wasn’t. Sanji lurched to his feet. “Whatever the fuck you did to me, STOP IT. No more goddamn dreams, no more goddamn hallucinations, and ESPECIALLY no more goddamn kissing.”
He slammed his foot into Zoro’s chest, shoved him flat on the deck. “I. Am. Sick. Of. This.” Each word was punctuated with a grind of Sanji’s heel into the scar bisecting Zoro’s torso.
Zoro’s eyes went wide for a moment, and then they narrowed dangerously. Sanji saw the glitter of steel out of the corner of his eye and leapt backwards just in time. Zoro was on his feet surprisingly fast, and suddenly Sanji was the one being forced back. Back up against the mast, hissing angrily the whole way, herded there by arcs of solid moonlight that he didn’t dare try to block in his bare feet. Zoro moved closer and closer until Sanji couldn’t get an effective kick off anymore.
Trapped. Just like last time.
“Idiot. Did you think I wanted this?” Zoro’s low growl was punctuated by a flare of that alien heat down Sanji’s spine and a light brush of steel against Sanji’s jaw.
“Considering that you fucking started it, I’d say yes,” Sanji snapped out, pressing himself back up against the mast, trying to get as far away from Zoro and his katana as possible.
“I didn’t…” Zoro’s eyes unfocused a little before snapping back to Sanji’s. “I didn’t know it would do this.” The blade eased away from Sanji’s throat, coming to rest on his shoulder.
“So you screwed up my head by accident? I’m going to fucking kill you!” Sanji shoved his knee up between Zoro’s thighs.
He realized that had been a mistake a millisecond later, when Zoro groaned quietly and suddenly pushed up against him so hard he could barely breathe. The sword’s flat was stroking Sanji’s throat like a lover might, smooth and hot and leaving his skin tingling. Zoro’s lips were close enough to his own to brush them, so damn close he could feel the other’s breathing.
Breathing. Warm breath that tasted like metal and spice.
Was this what Zoro had meant about tasting Sanji’s breath?
Zoro was so close that Sanji could feel the other man’s heartbeat. But he wasn’t close enough.
No thought. Only feeling.
Sanji clamped his lips over Zoro’s, devouring him, drinking the other man’s breath. Hot steel and bare skin, cinnamon and salt and blood. Just like his dream, and making about as much sense.
Sanji wanted more, needed more. The tiny fragment of his brain that still retained some measure of rational thought fought against the tide of sensation to try and say, Hey, this is wrong. It was rapidly washed away, though, by the realization that he could practically feel Zoro from the inside, that what had been felt only dimly before was razor-sharp this time.
His hands lifted from the mast, seemingly of their own accord, and went roaming across Zoro’s back, feeling the sweat-slick flesh prickle under his fingers. Better, but not good enough. He grabbed Zoro’s hips, pulled him closer. For just a moment, Sanji could taste himself on Zoro’s tongue, all sea-salt and smoke and fresh-baked bread.
And then Zoro jerked away. Hard. He stumbled halfway across the deck before he regained his balance. Sanji’s throat stung where the katana had slid against it.
Sense flooded back into Sanji’s brain, and with it, anger. It had happened again. And worse, he’d let it. He’d wanted it. He still craved it. And it was all Zoro’s fault.
He was going to kill him. But trying that was what had gotten him into this position in the first place, wasn’t it?
Zoro’s face was stone and clenched ivory, but heat and hunger lurked in his eyes still. Without a word, the swordsman stalked off and vanished into the storeroom.
Sanji climbed up into the crow’s nest, because somebody had to be on watch. Eventually, he heard the trapdoor to the men’s quarters open and close below.
Somehow, he knew that Zoro wasn’t sleeping.
Title: Breathless
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Sequel to Breath. Lesson Two: Chi manipulation should be done with consideration for others around you. Try not to let your chi spread too far.
He could taste Zoro again. Iron and cinnamon, steel and salt, thick and warm inside of him. He couldn’t see the swordsman, but he could feel him—rough hands ghosting across his skin, press of hot metal at his throat, worn cotton under his fingers. There were hard, demanding lips pressed against his, draining out his life force, but willingly replacing it.
Sanji snapped awake. The phantom sensations faded, but the taste remained, heavy and intoxicating in his mouth.
Sanji did not want to be intoxicated. He wanted to murder Zoro, that’s what he wanted.
Sanji slipped out of the men’s quarters, carefully stepping around the sprawled sharpshooter on the floor and dodging the dangling limbs of his captain. Just because Sanji was going to slaughter someone didn’t mean they needed to be disturbed, after all.
Zoro was on deck, on watch and awake for a change. He was barefoot and shirtless, practicing some sword technique or other under the moonlight, and almost managed to look like he didn’t need killing. Sanji knew better.
Whatever the swordsman had done to him on the voyage out from Alabasta had stuck, and stuck hard. He kept having dreams, kept being ambushed by Zoro’s weird voodoo funky shit at the worst possible moments, kept feeling like there was something he needed but couldn’t have. It was making life awkward, and kicking the idiot marimo-head didn’t seem to be helping. In fact, the weirdness got worse when the two of them traded blows. This time, though, Sanji was going to beat the freakiness out of him, so the problem ought to be solved.
And then Zoro swung his blade around, face a mask of concentration, and Sanji’s nerves caught fire. His skin seemed too tight for a moment, strangling him, and then he suddenly flushed scarlet and gasped for air. His blood felt like it had been replaced by fine brandy, searing through his veins and making him dizzy. And the taste—Zoro’s goddamn taste—was so strong that Sanji’s tongue actually hurt. He swayed, dropped to his knees, wanted it to stop, wanted it to never end…
And then there was a curiously warm sword tip against his nose, and Zoro was asking in a strained voice what the hell he was doing out here.
“You woke me up, asshole.” Sanji slashed out a leg, caught Zoro’s ankles, and knocked him on his ass in a sweep that was too damn easy. Zoro should have been ready for it, but he wasn’t. Sanji lurched to his feet. “Whatever the fuck you did to me, STOP IT. No more goddamn dreams, no more goddamn hallucinations, and ESPECIALLY no more goddamn kissing.”
He slammed his foot into Zoro’s chest, shoved him flat on the deck. “I. Am. Sick. Of. This.” Each word was punctuated with a grind of Sanji’s heel into the scar bisecting Zoro’s torso.
Zoro’s eyes went wide for a moment, and then they narrowed dangerously. Sanji saw the glitter of steel out of the corner of his eye and leapt backwards just in time. Zoro was on his feet surprisingly fast, and suddenly Sanji was the one being forced back. Back up against the mast, hissing angrily the whole way, herded there by arcs of solid moonlight that he didn’t dare try to block in his bare feet. Zoro moved closer and closer until Sanji couldn’t get an effective kick off anymore.
Trapped. Just like last time.
“Idiot. Did you think I wanted this?” Zoro’s low growl was punctuated by a flare of that alien heat down Sanji’s spine and a light brush of steel against Sanji’s jaw.
“Considering that you fucking started it, I’d say yes,” Sanji snapped out, pressing himself back up against the mast, trying to get as far away from Zoro and his katana as possible.
“I didn’t…” Zoro’s eyes unfocused a little before snapping back to Sanji’s. “I didn’t know it would do this.” The blade eased away from Sanji’s throat, coming to rest on his shoulder.
“So you screwed up my head by accident? I’m going to fucking kill you!” Sanji shoved his knee up between Zoro’s thighs.
He realized that had been a mistake a millisecond later, when Zoro groaned quietly and suddenly pushed up against him so hard he could barely breathe. The sword’s flat was stroking Sanji’s throat like a lover might, smooth and hot and leaving his skin tingling. Zoro’s lips were close enough to his own to brush them, so damn close he could feel the other’s breathing.
Breathing. Warm breath that tasted like metal and spice.
Was this what Zoro had meant about tasting Sanji’s breath?
Zoro was so close that Sanji could feel the other man’s heartbeat. But he wasn’t close enough.
No thought. Only feeling.
Sanji clamped his lips over Zoro’s, devouring him, drinking the other man’s breath. Hot steel and bare skin, cinnamon and salt and blood. Just like his dream, and making about as much sense.
Sanji wanted more, needed more. The tiny fragment of his brain that still retained some measure of rational thought fought against the tide of sensation to try and say, Hey, this is wrong. It was rapidly washed away, though, by the realization that he could practically feel Zoro from the inside, that what had been felt only dimly before was razor-sharp this time.
His hands lifted from the mast, seemingly of their own accord, and went roaming across Zoro’s back, feeling the sweat-slick flesh prickle under his fingers. Better, but not good enough. He grabbed Zoro’s hips, pulled him closer. For just a moment, Sanji could taste himself on Zoro’s tongue, all sea-salt and smoke and fresh-baked bread.
And then Zoro jerked away. Hard. He stumbled halfway across the deck before he regained his balance. Sanji’s throat stung where the katana had slid against it.
Sense flooded back into Sanji’s brain, and with it, anger. It had happened again. And worse, he’d let it. He’d wanted it. He still craved it. And it was all Zoro’s fault.
He was going to kill him. But trying that was what had gotten him into this position in the first place, wasn’t it?
Zoro’s face was stone and clenched ivory, but heat and hunger lurked in his eyes still. Without a word, the swordsman stalked off and vanished into the storeroom.
Sanji climbed up into the crow’s nest, because somebody had to be on watch. Eventually, he heard the trapdoor to the men’s quarters open and close below.
Somehow, he knew that Zoro wasn’t sleeping.
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Date: 2006-05-26 10:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-27 01:04 am (UTC)I'm just glad I haven't managed to screw up this series-let yet.
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Date: 2006-05-26 11:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-27 01:48 am (UTC)I bet you're just broken up about that. XD
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Date: 2006-05-26 11:36 pm (UTC)I'm currently on so much tension I might just die. (But happily.)
It was perfect. Basically, the best I could wish for, from a ZoSan fic
without sex XDSeriously, I'm speechless. The way the swords are part of Zoro, and Sanji gets involved in the experiment and actually IS becoming part of him too and... *mind blown to pieces*
I'm in love. Memories. Now.
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Date: 2006-05-27 01:56 am (UTC)But eee! Memoried! *Chopperdance*
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Date: 2006-05-26 11:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-27 01:58 am (UTC)There probably will be. As usual, I just can guarantee when.
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Date: 2006-05-27 12:24 am (UTC)*flail*
Gah. asjkbasd,.
Chi-play is a kink all on its own in One Piece. I've fallen in love with Zoro'sThighs x Sanji'sKnee sandwiched together all over again.
Eee.
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Date: 2006-05-27 01:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-05-27 02:01 am (UTC)Don't worry, you're doing a good job!
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Date: 2006-05-27 01:43 am (UTC)Much love for this line. And many of the others, but this line caught my attention first and made me squirm in my chair.
I like this a lot. And, unless I'm mistaken, I think Zoro might have accidentally addicted himself as much to Sanji as Sanji is to him - he's just better at repressing. :-)
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Date: 2006-05-27 02:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-05-27 02:03 am (UTC)Really Zoro just give in, you know you want to!
This was wonderfull, I do hope there's more...after all if Sanji's head was bad then...how's it going to be now?
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Date: 2006-05-27 02:59 am (UTC)At least Zoro's getting his chi practice in, eh?
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Date: 2006-05-27 02:29 am (UTC)And all that description on emotions....so very realistic. DAMN, it'd be extremely interesting from here....(not to say that it already is in the beginning.)
I especially liked how you included Zoro's swords in all this. You rock.
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Date: 2006-05-27 03:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-27 02:34 am (UTC)HOWWWW?HOOWW???
To paraphrase an Elvis album (of all things),
"1000 screaming fangirls can't be wrong"
I can't see any comment written so far that indicates that there is even a "so little with the bad" - is this that old michael jackson 80s definition of bad? the one meaning good? and in this particular case, the one meaning holy-fucking-shit sexual tension???
(I was going to post a normal comment, and then I re-skimmed the entry and saw your intro comment, and the above rant happened instead.) (In spite of my hostile tones, it is a rant of pure love - I think I'm getting transference from two very hostile=hot boys.)
I would quote my favourite parts, but that would involve cutting and pasting the entire story into here. Seriously. No word of a fucking lie. Seriously. The entire bloody story.
gah.
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Date: 2006-05-27 02:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-05-27 03:34 am (UTC)from jeina
Date: 2006-05-27 04:42 am (UTC)Re: from jeina
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Date: 2006-05-27 06:00 am (UTC)I can neither confirm nor deny the possibility of a sequel to this. Mostly because I suck at multipart fics. XD
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Date: 2006-05-27 04:09 pm (UTC)Because of that (and because I'm a songfic whore), I might just end up sending you this tune I've got that simply screams One Piece. No, really it does. Part of the chorus even goes "In One Piece, we will trust". Be warned, I've done this to Pax already with another tune and she wrote a wonderful piece of Ace/Smoker smut with what I sent her. I tried looking for it but unfortunately, could find it. It was from a tune called "Smoke" by the band Seabound.
I'd try it myself but my knowledge of One Piece comes mostly from you two and I couldn't do the fic justice.
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Date: 2006-05-27 07:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-05-27 11:23 pm (UTC)eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! So much love. =3
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Date: 2006-05-30 01:28 am (UTC)Here's hoping I don't run this into the ground, eh? XD
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Date: 2006-05-28 03:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-30 04:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-05-29 05:51 am (UTC)I love love love (did I mention love?) the use of Zoro's talents for this kind of mindbending smexage. It's even yummier with Zoro not entirely sure of what he's doing and Sanji all tangled up in it and both of them trying to figure things out before they drown in each other.
Purrs happily.
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Date: 2006-05-30 05:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-06-01 12:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-01 01:03 am (UTC)flat-out begging
Date: 2006-08-28 04:57 am (UTC)sooo.... lesson three? please?
pleeeeeeeeeeeeease?
onegaishimasu?? (sp?)
please?
bitte?
s'il vous plait?
por favor?
per favore?
peas?
peas on toast?
please?
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Date: 2006-12-06 11:26 am (UTC)It's so intense and hot and *everything*!
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Date: 2008-10-22 12:07 pm (UTC)