OP Fic- Shiver
The next installment of my songfic series. Once again posted at ff.net and archived here.
Title: Shiver
Rating: Probably pushing a light R at this point...
Warnings: Yaoi (naturally)
Pairing: ZoroxSanji
Word Count: 2386
Shiver
You build me up, you knock me down
Provoke a smile, and make me frown
“So…hot…” Luffy complained. He was perched on the figurehead of the Going Merry, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as complained bitterly about the heat. Chopper was hiding in the galley beside the icebox, and both Nami and Robin were relaxing under the shade of the mikan trees; hands full of drinks that were replenished every half-hour by the overly-doting cook. Usopp was holed up in the men’s cabin, working on some new experiment involving Tone Dials, and Zoro, as predicted, was training.
Although there were certainly other things on his mind right then. Namely the cook, who was on his way back to the kitchen from a drink run. He stopped exactly in Zoro’s line of sight and sighed, swiping a hand through his golden hair while with the other he loosened the tight knot on his tie. He paused to stare at Zoro, eyes sultry and a smug smirk on his lips before he breezed by into the galley as if he hadn’t just offered the other man an invitation.
Well, he had another thing coming.
You chew me up and spit me out,
Enjoy the taste I leave in your mouth
Considering that the stupid love-cook only came out to serve drinks every half-hour, that gave him approximately twenty-five minutes. Now the only problem was where this was going to take place. The galley was out, because of the overheating Chopper, and so was the men’s cabin. The women’s was always off-limits unless Nami gave them express permission to use it, and anywhere on deck would only result in more sweating than he really wanted. So that left the storage locker, and while it wasn’t particularly appealing, at least it had a locking door. And so he stormed into the galley, grunted, “I need to talk to you,” to the cook, and grabbed his elbow, pulling him to the chosen room and flipping the lock on the door.
“Oi, what’s the…” was all Sanji managed to articulate before he was shoved against the wall and a hot mouth was on his, tongue sliding past open lips to explore the other man’s mouth. Sanji always tasted of spice and smoke, something that Zoro thought would have irritated him but found to his pleasure that it didn’t. His hand came up to tangle in the cook’s golden hair, still damp from both sweat and sea-spray. Sanji purred against his lips, hooking a foot around the back of Zoro’s calf and tugging so that they were pressed together before he finally tugged his head back for a much-needed breath. “Anxious, are we?” he panted out as Zoro growled, but a hand to his chest kept him at bay. “Look, I’ve only got thirty minutes. Can’t this wait until tonight?”
“Do you want to wait until tonight?” Zoro shifted his hips forward to emphasize his point, and Sanji grunted, eyes rolling back slightly as his mouth dropped open. “I take it that’s a ‘no.’ Besides, thirty minutes is a long time for us.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Sanji replied almost petulantly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that not everything has to be done like you’re some sort of rutting bull,” Sanji sniffed, turning his head to the side, his hair appearing a burnished honey-gold in the lantern light.
“What…”
“We’ve been doing this long enough to figure out that we’re a little more to each other than just tension-relievers. So prove it to me, Roronoa Zoro. Prove to me that you want me,” Sanji threw him that seductive smirk again, one hand resting lightly over Zoro’s shoulder.
You look at me, I look at you
Neither of us know what to do
“I…” Zoro blinked. “What do you want me to do?”
“Well, gee, I don’t know,” Sanji rolled his eyes and cuffed him on the back of his head. “Figure it out. Idiot.”
Zoro grunted at the word and moved forward, lightly tasting Sanji’s lips as the older man parted them; feather-light kisses that tickled somewhat and made Zoro feel like some sort of wuss. Men didn’t kiss like that! But Sanji was making those almost-inaudible noises low in his throat that said he was pleased, so Zoro decided to keep at it. He moved his lips to Sanji’s jaw, licking the salty skin as he travelled lower, and Sanji arched his neck in response, baring more of the alabaster flesh to Zoro’s questing mouth.
He worked slowly down the cook’s throat, sucking at the pulse-point and feeling how rapid the older man’s heartbeat had become as Sanji’s slender fingers roved over his back, graceful fingertips drawing meaningless diagrams on the fabric of his shirt. When he reached the already-loosened black tie, he untied it while muttering curses under his breath. Sanji let out a low, throaty chuckle at his actions and thoroughly distracted him with lips and fingers and a foot that was slowly rubbing up and down his calf. Eventually Zoro got the blasted tie off and all but threw it to the side.
“Don’t dirty my good ties, Marimo,” Sanji muttered, and Zoro rolled his eyes at the predictability of it all as he set to work on the buttons of Sanji’s shirt, his mouth following the line of the other man’s breastbone as inch after inch of creamy white skin was revealed. “Hmm…do you think this will hold my weight?” he asked vaguely, stretching his arms above his head and indicating the heavy wood storage shelves.
“Can hold bags of flour, so why not?” It took Zoro a couple of seconds to figure out that Sanji was hinting again, and finally he glanced up at the other man. “What?”
And there may not be another way to your heart,
So I guess I’ve gotta find a new way in
“Wow, you have the imagination of a snail, don’t you?” Sanji looked unimpressed, even with the flush of arousal beginning to show on his face and neck. “Be a little more romantic, will you?” he crossed his arms around his head and moved his gaze to the side.
Zoro followed his eyes and then turned back, suspicious. “Bondage is romantic?”
“Humor me.”
Zoro told himself that if this was the only way he was getting any this afternoon, he would cater to whatever strange whims the blonde was going to throw at him as he picked up the tie. “I thought you told me not to wreck your ties.”
“It’s ruined anyway, now that it’s thrown in the dust. That’s not going to come out,” Sanji sniffed as Zoro reached above his head and secured his wrists, yanking the silk tight. “Oi, easy on my hands, idiot.” The blonde kneed him in the stomach and Zoro glared in response.
“Then don’t ask for it.”
“Honestly, I try to teach you to be a little romantic…”
“You’re such a girl.”
“I’m not a…” Sanji choked on his words and let out a moan as Zoro palmed the front of his pants, fingers exploring the obvious heat that was there.
“No, guess you’re not. You’re a masochist, though. This is actually turning you on, huh?”
“Am not,” Sanji protested, kicking his legs up and locking his heels around the other man’s waist; causing Zoro to stumble forward. “You’re the one who likes to get cut up just for kicks.”
I shiver when I hear your name, I think about you but it’s not the same
I won’t be satisfied ‘til I’m under your skin.
Zoro chose to ignore the last comment and, with a cursory glance up at the shelf to make sure it wasn’t buckling, lowered his head. Sanji’s open shirt draped loosely around his chest as Zoro continued to kiss and suck at the other man’s throat, eventually moving to lick a line along the cook’s defined clavicle and suck gently along the bone. Sanji was making those little noises in the back of his throat again, and Zoro wasn’t ever going to admit it, but maybe the cook wasn’t the only one who was getting a little hot and bothered by the situation. Admittedly, even though Zoro liked having control, the blonde’s weapons were still very much free and able to boot him across the room at the slightest provocation, and the added element of danger was most certainly to Zoro’s liking.
He chanced a look up at Sanji’s face and noted with pleasure that the older man was definitely starting to lose control. His visible pupil was dilated and his mouth was open; chest heaving with wracking pants. Resuming his downward path, he brought one hand up to rest beside Sanji’s head and used the other to trace slowly around a rosy nipple, his calloused fingers rubbing on the tender skin as Sanji let a ragged gasp tear from his throat.
“Oi, you want them to hear you?”
“Nobody’s close enough,” Sanji muttered in response.
“Maybe you’d like a gag, as well?”
“Shut it.” Sanji somehow managed to shift his hips up enough to get a heel around Zoro’s neck and nudge the swordsman’s head with his foot. “And keep your snide comments to…mmm…yeah…” he groaned as Zoro replaced his fingers with his tongue, rolling it around the small nub and just barely grazing it with his teeth, the friction enough to make Sanji start what Zoro mentally named his ‘contortionist act.’
His head was thrown back against one of the shelves, giving Zoro better access to his chest, and his back was bent at an obscene angle, making Zoro wonder if he had any bones in there at all because he was certain that something would have been snapping if he did. One leg was still locked around Zoro’s waist and the other was now over his shoulder as he bucked into Zoro’s touch.
Immobilized by the thought of you
Paralyzed by the sight of you
Hypnotized by the words you say
Not true but I believe 'em anyway
Zoro wondered idly what the time was and why Sanji wasn’t sniping about not getting out for Nami and Robin’s half-hour-on-the-dot-drink-replacement, but he decided that he wasn’t going to remind the other man if his mind wasn’t on his lovely ladies right now.
And he intended to keep him distracted as he licked his way down Sanji’s chest, one hand coming to trace the lines of muscle on his toned abdomen; ghosting lightly over his pectorals as Sanji squirmed slightly. “Idiot. That tickles.”
“Good,” Zoro shot him a feral grin before pulling himself up and attacking Sanji’s mouth again, this time without restraint as Sanji’s moans were swallowed up and their tongues twined around each other, lack of breath forcing them briefly apart before their mouths were joined once more. Sanji was jerking roughly, obviously itching to touch but forgetting that his hands were restrained, and Zoro was betting that the tie would certainly be misshapen if not entirely snapped through by the time this was over.
But the teasing had gone on long enough. He broke contact with the other man’s mouth and slid his hands downward again, caressing pale flesh as he came to the waistband of the black slacks. He inched them down as far as they could go and let his hands knead the flesh above Sanji’s prominent hipbones, following the ‘v’ they formed until he had no choice but to unbutton the offending pants.
Sanji was desperately trying to untie the bonds on his hands now, and Zoro placed a light kiss on his stomach. “Idiot, stop. You’ll hurt your wrists.”
“Nngh…”
“I’m getting there. You’re the one who said you wanted to take it slow,” Zoro reminded him, and even though Sanji seemed incapable of forming a complete sentence, the look in his eyes clearly said, ‘if you don’t finish this right now you’re not getting fed for a week.’
And Zoro liked getting fed, so he yanked the zipper down and Sanji let out a noise that Zoro had no name for. It was a whimper and a gasp and a moan mixed into one, and quite possibly the hottest thing he had ever heard. And really, his own pants were getting a little snug, so there was no reason to delay anymore.
He slowly hooked his fingers in the belt loops on Sanji’s pants and started to manoeuvre them down his hips.
So come to bed, it’s getting late
There’s no more time for us to waste
Remember how my body tastes
You feel your heart begin to race
Salt. The taste was on his tongue as he worked, and he realized that Sanji always tasted that way. Sweat and sea-spray and whatever he cooked with left every inch of him tasting salty. And as he slid the tight-fitting pants down even farther, he finally let his eyes drift back up…
“Oi, Marimo. Ma-ri-mo. Wake up!”
A foot to the side of his head caused him to blink rather stupidly, and he found himself looking up at a rather irate chef. “What?”
“You’ve been out here in the heat all day. If Chopper were in any condition to talk to you, he’d tell you that you’re going to have heat stroke. Get into the galley,” Sanji toed him in the side for good measure and sauntered off, muttering about ‘stupid oafs interrupting my schedule.’
Zoro was still a little disoriented, but when Usopp burst out of the men’s room crowing “Nami! I got that song you wanted onto the tone dial!” things began to click into place.
And it was obviously a pretty bad case of heat stroke if he was fantasizing about the cook, of all things. But Zoro really didn’t want Chopper mad at him just because he was careless, so he got up slowly and made his way into the galley, seeing Chopper still sacked out by the icebox and Sanji readying the next round of drinks.
His eyes started to drift toward the blonde, but he immediately shook his head and sat at the table, grunting, “Oi, cook, get me something to drink.”
“Get it yourself, moss-head.”
And as Sanji swept by him to leave the galley, he vowed only one thing: he was never training in the heat again.
Title: Shiver
Rating: Probably pushing a light R at this point...
Warnings: Yaoi (naturally)
Pairing: ZoroxSanji
Word Count: 2386
Shiver
You build me up, you knock me down
Provoke a smile, and make me frown
“So…hot…” Luffy complained. He was perched on the figurehead of the Going Merry, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as complained bitterly about the heat. Chopper was hiding in the galley beside the icebox, and both Nami and Robin were relaxing under the shade of the mikan trees; hands full of drinks that were replenished every half-hour by the overly-doting cook. Usopp was holed up in the men’s cabin, working on some new experiment involving Tone Dials, and Zoro, as predicted, was training.
Although there were certainly other things on his mind right then. Namely the cook, who was on his way back to the kitchen from a drink run. He stopped exactly in Zoro’s line of sight and sighed, swiping a hand through his golden hair while with the other he loosened the tight knot on his tie. He paused to stare at Zoro, eyes sultry and a smug smirk on his lips before he breezed by into the galley as if he hadn’t just offered the other man an invitation.
Well, he had another thing coming.
You chew me up and spit me out,
Enjoy the taste I leave in your mouth
Considering that the stupid love-cook only came out to serve drinks every half-hour, that gave him approximately twenty-five minutes. Now the only problem was where this was going to take place. The galley was out, because of the overheating Chopper, and so was the men’s cabin. The women’s was always off-limits unless Nami gave them express permission to use it, and anywhere on deck would only result in more sweating than he really wanted. So that left the storage locker, and while it wasn’t particularly appealing, at least it had a locking door. And so he stormed into the galley, grunted, “I need to talk to you,” to the cook, and grabbed his elbow, pulling him to the chosen room and flipping the lock on the door.
“Oi, what’s the…” was all Sanji managed to articulate before he was shoved against the wall and a hot mouth was on his, tongue sliding past open lips to explore the other man’s mouth. Sanji always tasted of spice and smoke, something that Zoro thought would have irritated him but found to his pleasure that it didn’t. His hand came up to tangle in the cook’s golden hair, still damp from both sweat and sea-spray. Sanji purred against his lips, hooking a foot around the back of Zoro’s calf and tugging so that they were pressed together before he finally tugged his head back for a much-needed breath. “Anxious, are we?” he panted out as Zoro growled, but a hand to his chest kept him at bay. “Look, I’ve only got thirty minutes. Can’t this wait until tonight?”
“Do you want to wait until tonight?” Zoro shifted his hips forward to emphasize his point, and Sanji grunted, eyes rolling back slightly as his mouth dropped open. “I take it that’s a ‘no.’ Besides, thirty minutes is a long time for us.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Sanji replied almost petulantly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that not everything has to be done like you’re some sort of rutting bull,” Sanji sniffed, turning his head to the side, his hair appearing a burnished honey-gold in the lantern light.
“What…”
“We’ve been doing this long enough to figure out that we’re a little more to each other than just tension-relievers. So prove it to me, Roronoa Zoro. Prove to me that you want me,” Sanji threw him that seductive smirk again, one hand resting lightly over Zoro’s shoulder.
You look at me, I look at you
Neither of us know what to do
“I…” Zoro blinked. “What do you want me to do?”
“Well, gee, I don’t know,” Sanji rolled his eyes and cuffed him on the back of his head. “Figure it out. Idiot.”
Zoro grunted at the word and moved forward, lightly tasting Sanji’s lips as the older man parted them; feather-light kisses that tickled somewhat and made Zoro feel like some sort of wuss. Men didn’t kiss like that! But Sanji was making those almost-inaudible noises low in his throat that said he was pleased, so Zoro decided to keep at it. He moved his lips to Sanji’s jaw, licking the salty skin as he travelled lower, and Sanji arched his neck in response, baring more of the alabaster flesh to Zoro’s questing mouth.
He worked slowly down the cook’s throat, sucking at the pulse-point and feeling how rapid the older man’s heartbeat had become as Sanji’s slender fingers roved over his back, graceful fingertips drawing meaningless diagrams on the fabric of his shirt. When he reached the already-loosened black tie, he untied it while muttering curses under his breath. Sanji let out a low, throaty chuckle at his actions and thoroughly distracted him with lips and fingers and a foot that was slowly rubbing up and down his calf. Eventually Zoro got the blasted tie off and all but threw it to the side.
“Don’t dirty my good ties, Marimo,” Sanji muttered, and Zoro rolled his eyes at the predictability of it all as he set to work on the buttons of Sanji’s shirt, his mouth following the line of the other man’s breastbone as inch after inch of creamy white skin was revealed. “Hmm…do you think this will hold my weight?” he asked vaguely, stretching his arms above his head and indicating the heavy wood storage shelves.
“Can hold bags of flour, so why not?” It took Zoro a couple of seconds to figure out that Sanji was hinting again, and finally he glanced up at the other man. “What?”
And there may not be another way to your heart,
So I guess I’ve gotta find a new way in
“Wow, you have the imagination of a snail, don’t you?” Sanji looked unimpressed, even with the flush of arousal beginning to show on his face and neck. “Be a little more romantic, will you?” he crossed his arms around his head and moved his gaze to the side.
Zoro followed his eyes and then turned back, suspicious. “Bondage is romantic?”
“Humor me.”
Zoro told himself that if this was the only way he was getting any this afternoon, he would cater to whatever strange whims the blonde was going to throw at him as he picked up the tie. “I thought you told me not to wreck your ties.”
“It’s ruined anyway, now that it’s thrown in the dust. That’s not going to come out,” Sanji sniffed as Zoro reached above his head and secured his wrists, yanking the silk tight. “Oi, easy on my hands, idiot.” The blonde kneed him in the stomach and Zoro glared in response.
“Then don’t ask for it.”
“Honestly, I try to teach you to be a little romantic…”
“You’re such a girl.”
“I’m not a…” Sanji choked on his words and let out a moan as Zoro palmed the front of his pants, fingers exploring the obvious heat that was there.
“No, guess you’re not. You’re a masochist, though. This is actually turning you on, huh?”
“Am not,” Sanji protested, kicking his legs up and locking his heels around the other man’s waist; causing Zoro to stumble forward. “You’re the one who likes to get cut up just for kicks.”
I shiver when I hear your name, I think about you but it’s not the same
I won’t be satisfied ‘til I’m under your skin.
Zoro chose to ignore the last comment and, with a cursory glance up at the shelf to make sure it wasn’t buckling, lowered his head. Sanji’s open shirt draped loosely around his chest as Zoro continued to kiss and suck at the other man’s throat, eventually moving to lick a line along the cook’s defined clavicle and suck gently along the bone. Sanji was making those little noises in the back of his throat again, and Zoro wasn’t ever going to admit it, but maybe the cook wasn’t the only one who was getting a little hot and bothered by the situation. Admittedly, even though Zoro liked having control, the blonde’s weapons were still very much free and able to boot him across the room at the slightest provocation, and the added element of danger was most certainly to Zoro’s liking.
He chanced a look up at Sanji’s face and noted with pleasure that the older man was definitely starting to lose control. His visible pupil was dilated and his mouth was open; chest heaving with wracking pants. Resuming his downward path, he brought one hand up to rest beside Sanji’s head and used the other to trace slowly around a rosy nipple, his calloused fingers rubbing on the tender skin as Sanji let a ragged gasp tear from his throat.
“Oi, you want them to hear you?”
“Nobody’s close enough,” Sanji muttered in response.
“Maybe you’d like a gag, as well?”
“Shut it.” Sanji somehow managed to shift his hips up enough to get a heel around Zoro’s neck and nudge the swordsman’s head with his foot. “And keep your snide comments to…mmm…yeah…” he groaned as Zoro replaced his fingers with his tongue, rolling it around the small nub and just barely grazing it with his teeth, the friction enough to make Sanji start what Zoro mentally named his ‘contortionist act.’
His head was thrown back against one of the shelves, giving Zoro better access to his chest, and his back was bent at an obscene angle, making Zoro wonder if he had any bones in there at all because he was certain that something would have been snapping if he did. One leg was still locked around Zoro’s waist and the other was now over his shoulder as he bucked into Zoro’s touch.
Immobilized by the thought of you
Paralyzed by the sight of you
Hypnotized by the words you say
Not true but I believe 'em anyway
Zoro wondered idly what the time was and why Sanji wasn’t sniping about not getting out for Nami and Robin’s half-hour-on-the-dot-drink-replacement, but he decided that he wasn’t going to remind the other man if his mind wasn’t on his lovely ladies right now.
And he intended to keep him distracted as he licked his way down Sanji’s chest, one hand coming to trace the lines of muscle on his toned abdomen; ghosting lightly over his pectorals as Sanji squirmed slightly. “Idiot. That tickles.”
“Good,” Zoro shot him a feral grin before pulling himself up and attacking Sanji’s mouth again, this time without restraint as Sanji’s moans were swallowed up and their tongues twined around each other, lack of breath forcing them briefly apart before their mouths were joined once more. Sanji was jerking roughly, obviously itching to touch but forgetting that his hands were restrained, and Zoro was betting that the tie would certainly be misshapen if not entirely snapped through by the time this was over.
But the teasing had gone on long enough. He broke contact with the other man’s mouth and slid his hands downward again, caressing pale flesh as he came to the waistband of the black slacks. He inched them down as far as they could go and let his hands knead the flesh above Sanji’s prominent hipbones, following the ‘v’ they formed until he had no choice but to unbutton the offending pants.
Sanji was desperately trying to untie the bonds on his hands now, and Zoro placed a light kiss on his stomach. “Idiot, stop. You’ll hurt your wrists.”
“Nngh…”
“I’m getting there. You’re the one who said you wanted to take it slow,” Zoro reminded him, and even though Sanji seemed incapable of forming a complete sentence, the look in his eyes clearly said, ‘if you don’t finish this right now you’re not getting fed for a week.’
And Zoro liked getting fed, so he yanked the zipper down and Sanji let out a noise that Zoro had no name for. It was a whimper and a gasp and a moan mixed into one, and quite possibly the hottest thing he had ever heard. And really, his own pants were getting a little snug, so there was no reason to delay anymore.
He slowly hooked his fingers in the belt loops on Sanji’s pants and started to manoeuvre them down his hips.
So come to bed, it’s getting late
There’s no more time for us to waste
Remember how my body tastes
You feel your heart begin to race
Salt. The taste was on his tongue as he worked, and he realized that Sanji always tasted that way. Sweat and sea-spray and whatever he cooked with left every inch of him tasting salty. And as he slid the tight-fitting pants down even farther, he finally let his eyes drift back up…
“Oi, Marimo. Ma-ri-mo. Wake up!”
A foot to the side of his head caused him to blink rather stupidly, and he found himself looking up at a rather irate chef. “What?”
“You’ve been out here in the heat all day. If Chopper were in any condition to talk to you, he’d tell you that you’re going to have heat stroke. Get into the galley,” Sanji toed him in the side for good measure and sauntered off, muttering about ‘stupid oafs interrupting my schedule.’
Zoro was still a little disoriented, but when Usopp burst out of the men’s room crowing “Nami! I got that song you wanted onto the tone dial!” things began to click into place.
And it was obviously a pretty bad case of heat stroke if he was fantasizing about the cook, of all things. But Zoro really didn’t want Chopper mad at him just because he was careless, so he got up slowly and made his way into the galley, seeing Chopper still sacked out by the icebox and Sanji readying the next round of drinks.
His eyes started to drift toward the blonde, but he immediately shook his head and sat at the table, grunting, “Oi, cook, get me something to drink.”
“Get it yourself, moss-head.”
And as Sanji swept by him to leave the galley, he vowed only one thing: he was never training in the heat again.