Tonight is not the night for fights
Who: Sanji baratiesbest and Zoro threesword
Where: Northern Lights
When: Nov 19, late night.
Rating: PG13-ish for ust pirates
Summary: Two pirates meet in a bar. Awkwardness ensues.
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Say what you will about Sanji but if there was one thing he was an expert at it was to keep himself occupied. Whenever life got too stressful and he needed to clear his head he ( Read more... )
Where: Northern Lights
When: Nov 19, late night.
Rating: PG13-ish for ust pirates
Summary: Two pirates meet in a bar. Awkwardness ensues.
the log:
Say what you will about Sanji but if there was one thing he was an expert at it was to keep himself occupied. Whenever life got too stressful and he needed to clear his head he ( Read more... )
"Oi, I'm just as fucking lost as you are. It's not like I've done this shit before."
'This shit' encompassed a lot of things. Feeling this way towards a man was one of them, elaborated in 'feeling this way towards the shitty marimo'. Not following his emotions and instincts was another first for the cook, usually he just threw caution to the wind and went with whatever he wanted. So to actually sit down and discuss this, try and find a way out of it... no, he couldn't say that he had done this before. No expertize to draw from there, no experience he could apply.
And then a thought occurred to him. Maybe... this wasn't so complicated after all. Maybe they were reading too much into this. They couldn't forget about it and trying to ignore it wasn't a solution either - but what if they didn't do either of those things? That didn't necessarily mean that anything would come from it.
It was a risky gamble and he was far from sure of himself but it was this or stay in Zoro's kitchen for the rest of their lives.
"You know. We could..."
He made a vague gesture with his hand, like he was trying to find the right words. The fact that he was even suggesting this in the first place just proved how far gone they really were and how desperate the blond was to find a way out. He swallowed, prayed to whatever god that would hear him that Zoro wouldn't take this the wrong way.
"...get it out of our system. Maybe it's just... a thing. A fix idea."
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Leaning forward, he contemplated the idea. It was terrifying. The thought of them... doing that. Of doing anything that wasn't beating the hell out of each other. It was strange, even more so as the realization began to hit that Sanji, of all people, was the one suggesting it.
He still didn't look up, his eyes focused on his hands. In the dim light, he could see they were trembling. More so than his shoulders were.
And then it hit him. There was only one thing at that exact moment in time more terrifying than the idea of 'getting it out of their system.'
He wanted it. His body yearned for the contact. Ached for the sensation of touch. For the hot breath to make its way to his neck. His head was screaming no, but his heart was telling him there was something so right about it. There was no denying what this was, and suppressing it... it could ruin them. All of it. And not just between them, but the rest of the crew, and Umi as well. Zoro and Sanji needed to be able to get along in whatever fucked up way they did, and that couldn't change. Over the course of time, their... relationship had evolved, but it still retained all the things that mattered. They'd started as rivals, but even as things changed, they never lost that.
It was fading quickly in this unsurity. But maybe.... just maybe, they could fix things yet. Maybe seeing where it took them wouldn't be a terrible idea.
"Tch," It was was all he was able to sputter out for a moment. He could feel his face turning red - it was fortunate the room was dark. But after a moment he looked up, barely making eye contact with the cook. "Either that or nothing at all... and like hell that's gonna work."
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But that wouldn't solve anything. Back to square one if not even further back.
It was just one night, right? One night. He could do that. It was far from the first time he did something like this even though his partner had always been female in the past and he grasped to the hope that once they got... started he'd be able to rely on his instincts. If nothing else he'd just have to fake it and suffer through this humiliation, resort to mechanical movements and his own vivid imagination. The technical part of this endeavor seemed to be manageable at least.
"So..."
Get it over with. Before they got cold feet and had to start from the beginning. So he took half a step forward, decreased the distance between them a little. Fucking hell, he should've taken a bigger swig from that bottle. A comfortable alcohol induced haze would be fucking perfect right about now.
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Really, what was he supposed to say to this? His entire body was shaking, though he was concentrating as best he could to suppress that, of all things. What the fuck was he so terrified of? It wasn't as if he'd never kissed anyone before. This wasn't a first, in that regard. Although kissing a man was a first.
But that wasn't really the issue at hand. It may have been weird, but that didn't seem to bother him so much. It was the fact that of all the people in this city, this world, it was Sanji. The ero-cook. The irritating blond with an eye that always remained hidden and an eyebrow that looked like you should be playing darts with his face. His rival.
It was what it was... and this was going to happen, however awkward it was. As Sanji had taken that small step, the swordsman shifted his body. His swung his legs so they were hanging off the counter, letting his hands rightly grip the edge of the linoleum surface. He held onto it so tightly that his forearms shook; It distracted from the way the rest of his body tremble, so he kept doing it. He didn't think he could move any more. He still felt frozen; paralyzed from the situation as a whole.
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He slowly edged a little closer, movements relaxed and fluid like if he was approaching a frightened animal. Easy now... one step at a time. If they were going to do this they might as well get some enjoyment out of it and if either of them freaked out it would all be ruined. A delicate balance... but that was something Sanji was good at.
Once he reached the other mans knees he stopped, glanced upward to see just how shaken Zoro was from this little. His voice was soft, almost gentle when he spoke and he maintained a little distance, didn't reach out for him just yet.
"...first time? Ever, I mean."
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And the swordsman couldn't deny that it was working. His nerves seemed to relax slightly. Not enough to completely wipe the terror of the situation, but enough for the trembling to subside. Slowly, his hands loosened from the counter's edge and he drew in a breath.
Hearing that tone used on him was jarring in a sense, but in another regard, it felt.... almost nice. He gave his head a shake.
"Tch. Don't flatter yourself." His lips curved upwards very slightly, smirking. Did Sanji really think that after all this time, he'd never kissed anyone? Hell... he'd kissed Umi for the first time nearly a year ago, amidst all the madness of the mistletoe. It was hardly the idea of a kiss itself that had gotten him so shook up.
It was kind of funny to Zoro. It only took a few seconds of accepting what was going to happen for a snarky remark to naturally come out of his mouth. Trying to deny these things - it only seemed to hinder them. Maybe, just maybe, things could still be salvaged.
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"Didn't know you had it in you... damn."
This was good, a step in the right direction. As bizarre as this situation was there was still something so natural about it and the fact that they were already falling back into old patterns only confirmed that this was, quite possibly, a good idea. They only had to keep it up.
Right. About that. The blond shifted his weight a little, contemplated just how he was supposed to take that final step and get this show on the road. His heart was pounding, threatened to crack a rib or two and the longer he hesitated the more difficult it got to just... take the plunge. His throat felt parched, like he hadn't had anything to drink for days. Shit. Okay. He could do this.
Lowering his eyes once more the cook brought up his hands, left them hovering just above the other mans thighs for a moment, fingertips brushing against the fabric of his pants. Then he let them sink down, splayed across those firm muscles just above the knee.
Body contact get.
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But these things were natural. And the moment he let go of rational thinking and let his primal instinct kick in, he knew he could handle it. With each passing moment, he was relaxing a little more.
"I'm not some kind of shitty machine."
He said it with a smirk. There was still hat underlying terror. His heart was pounding heavily, his stomach was flipping into his thoat, and everything seemed blurry. He really couldn't see straight. But he also didn't really need to. For a brief moment, his body had tensed up. The sensation of Sanji's hands... it was different. They weren't the small, soft and petite hands that Umi's were. They were strong, masculine.
As the same time, it was invigorating. There was something so different about it. Something that actually made Zoro crave it even more than he already was. His body was completely aching for more contact.
With a shallow breath, he leaned forward slightly. And without really even a thought to what was happening, his hand moved, letting his fingers trace their way up Sanji's forearm. It was surprisingly natural as it happened.
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He closed his eyes, focused on the sensation of skin against skin. So far so good but he could feel the first hints of panic lurking at the back of his mind and he'd rather nip that in the bud while he still could. Shifting a little closer he let his hands slowly slide against Zoro's thighs, felt the rough fabric crease and fold under his fingertips. He stopped himself before he reached any 'interesting' parts, slipping his hands over to the swordsmans hips where he finally stopped for good. Pause, just to get used to this, give both of them some time to readjust.
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That slight tremble had come back. There was a small portion of it that was do to fear of the uncertain, but it was mostly adrenaline. The closeness of the other man had his heart racing in a completely different way. Slowly, his hands had made their way to Sanji's shoulders. There was a mild pause; but waiting, pushing it off would only give them time to think. His hands began to slide down the sides of the blond's torso, pulling him just slightly closer to the counter while doing so.
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Being close like this was starting to feel a little awkward but he couldn't very well pull back. Instead he slid his hands up along the swordsmans back, pulling him into a surprisingly tender embrace before he let his head drop onto the others shoulder. He remained still for a moment, forehead pressed against the warm skin. Yeah. This was okay.
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His nose caught whiff of the scent of Sanji's hair. It wasn't anything particularly exceptional, but it was still distinctly Sanji. The embrace was nice... but it still hadn't accomplished what they'd set out to do. He still liked it, but there was more that needed to happen.
After a moment, he craned his neck slightly, pulling away just enough to be able to see Sanji's face. His hand moved once again, trailing up to Sanji's chin. His pushed it up, with a rough sort of motion that still retained something gentle. He wasn't capable of that same softness that Sanji seemed to have in this situation, but he did his best. And then without thinking... without allowing himself to put any thought into what he was doing, he hunched his back slightly, leaning so his face would be at the same level as Sanji's. The tip of his nose brushed against the cook's cheek lightly as he did so, and then there it was.
His lips had pursed slightly, pressing against Sanji's. There was definitely no turning back now.
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He didn't know what he was doing but at the same time he knew exactly what he was doing. This was just another battle ground.
At first he had looked up as the other made his move, blue eyes tracing his features looking for those tell-tale signs. But as he drew closer there was no need for communication of that kind and so the cook closed his eyes once more, leaned into the kiss. A spark of electricity ran down his spine and he couldn't help but shiver, adrenaline and excitement finally pushing past his restraints.
It took him a few seconds before he could actually respond. Just stood there, half-frozen in place with his heart hammering wildly in his chest. But then he slowly began to move, returned the kiss with small, soft movements. His fingers curled against the swordsmans back, gripped at the fabric of his shirt. Don't go. Don't stop. Not yet.
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He could feel his heart rate increasing, but it was different now than it had been earlier. This was more hormonal. Instinct. The fear had slipped from his body, leaving him with a passionate type of euphoria that was rare to be seen in Zoro. He felt as if he was pushing his luck, his boundaries with the cook. But that was natural, it was what they always did, even if this was in a whole different manner.
The hand that had been on Sanji's chin moved upwards, cupping the cook's cheek. He felt the strands of blond hair between his fingers, and he found himself almost smirking into the movement a little.
In a sense, it still felt like a battle, though far less violent and with extremely different stakes. He had this compulsive want to win. Win what he wasn't sure. Maybe it was just to leave the other speechless. He didn't know. He wasn't even sure he cared. His free hand traced its way down Sanji's arm again, his calloused fingers circling the other man's palm lightly when they finally reached their destination. He didn't back up; instead, his lips parted ever so slightly in his internal longing to stay as they were right then.
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Not that he wanted it to end. The test had turned into a challenge and he'd be damned if he was the one to turn away first now that they had pushed past the first barrier. His mind was a blur, dizzy and disoriented but one thing was still crystal clear to him - he couldn't back off. Not yet.
So he parted his own lips slightly, tongue quickly darting out to test the waters. The initial reluctance was starting to really fade away and maybe it was about time the swordsman got a taste of that 'expertize' he had mentioned earlier.
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But Sanji had the upperhand once more. This was something Zoro really didn't know; at the very same time, he wasn't about to let the shitty cook figure that out. His tongue had moved slightly - enough to make contact, but barely enough to have done much else. The waters were indeed being tested, and primal instinct or not... even the swordsman couldn't imagine pushing his limit too far.
They'd both started out like kids; Awkward, uncomfortable, and almost unwilling. In a short time, they'd somehow evolved an awkward conversation at the bar to sharing saliva in Zoro's kitchen. One step at a time was all he could really do.
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