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Title: Let me breath
Character(s): Zoro/Sanji
Words: 511 words
Rating: T
Disclaimers: One Piece belongs to Oda-sensei, and this whole project is inspired by sybile
A/N: The Sixteenth installment in my and slowsunrise's breakdance AU.
Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five. Part six. Part seven. Part eight. Part nine. Part ten. Part eleven. Part twelve. Part thirteen. Part fourteen. Part fifteen.
He was screwed. And no, not in the positive way he had considered being with Zoro, but in the bad way. The way which meant your life was pretty much turned upside down, in and out and cut up with a dirty and dull scissor. Which was the way his balls would end up if he screwed with someone. Lovely way of showing how much you loved someone Gin, just freaking lovely.
"Do you want me to leave?"
With a heavy sigh, Sanji looked to his left, at the man sitting next to him on the couch with a concerned look on his sun kissed face. God he felt tired. God, he really didn't want the marimo to leave, but hell he had to get to work. Even if your testicles are in danger, the ladies need their morning coffee. "I wouldn't mind you to stay, but I have work in like half a hour, so..."
"I better get my ass moving, eh?"
"Pretty much, yes. Now, get the hell out of my couch!"
"Yeah yeah Ramsay." That flash of teeth, the fast way which he picked up on the blonde's jokes and threw them back at him before leaning in to press a kiss to his lips, it only made the cook want him even more. Even the fact that he stopped before their lips connected was almost a turn on, if not that, something which deepened the love and made his heart beat an extra beat. "Uhm, I guess we're not supposed to do that anymore..."
"Fuck it, we didn't loose our balls yesterday, did we?" The curse flowed low over his lips, just as slow as his tongue wet the skin a little before he kissed the green hired teen. A soft sound of approval, but no more touching than the calloused hand on his cheek, and he could already feel blood rushing to his dick. Damn his shitty teen-libido!
Before he did something he would regret, like throw away their balls for the sake of getting rid of a morning wood, Sanji broke the light lip lock and stood up, straightening his shirt and putting on a pokerface so no one would suspect what threat he now lived under. Zoro stood up too, cracking his neck as he looked at the young cook with a strange expression on his face. The blonde had always pride himself with the ability to be a good judge of character, but now he was completely clueless.
"See you tonight at the gym hall?"
"Yeah, I'll be there..." He couldn't place the facial expressions, couldn't see it coming as another kiss, this one with a hint of tongue, was pressed against his lips. Instead, he could only stand there and watch as the marimo for once went in the right direction, towards the door.
"See you later then." A waving hand over a shoulder, and Sanji was alone in his apartment once again, like he had been for the last months. And damn did the place feel empty when Zoro left.
Character(s): Zoro/Sanji
Words: 511 words
Rating: T
Disclaimers: One Piece belongs to Oda-sensei, and this whole project is inspired by sybile
A/N: The Sixteenth installment in my and slowsunrise's breakdance AU.
Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five. Part six. Part seven. Part eight. Part nine. Part ten. Part eleven. Part twelve. Part thirteen. Part fourteen. Part fifteen.
He was screwed. And no, not in the positive way he had considered being with Zoro, but in the bad way. The way which meant your life was pretty much turned upside down, in and out and cut up with a dirty and dull scissor. Which was the way his balls would end up if he screwed with someone. Lovely way of showing how much you loved someone Gin, just freaking lovely.
"Do you want me to leave?"
With a heavy sigh, Sanji looked to his left, at the man sitting next to him on the couch with a concerned look on his sun kissed face. God he felt tired. God, he really didn't want the marimo to leave, but hell he had to get to work. Even if your testicles are in danger, the ladies need their morning coffee. "I wouldn't mind you to stay, but I have work in like half a hour, so..."
"I better get my ass moving, eh?"
"Pretty much, yes. Now, get the hell out of my couch!"
"Yeah yeah Ramsay." That flash of teeth, the fast way which he picked up on the blonde's jokes and threw them back at him before leaning in to press a kiss to his lips, it only made the cook want him even more. Even the fact that he stopped before their lips connected was almost a turn on, if not that, something which deepened the love and made his heart beat an extra beat. "Uhm, I guess we're not supposed to do that anymore..."
"Fuck it, we didn't loose our balls yesterday, did we?" The curse flowed low over his lips, just as slow as his tongue wet the skin a little before he kissed the green hired teen. A soft sound of approval, but no more touching than the calloused hand on his cheek, and he could already feel blood rushing to his dick. Damn his shitty teen-libido!
Before he did something he would regret, like throw away their balls for the sake of getting rid of a morning wood, Sanji broke the light lip lock and stood up, straightening his shirt and putting on a pokerface so no one would suspect what threat he now lived under. Zoro stood up too, cracking his neck as he looked at the young cook with a strange expression on his face. The blonde had always pride himself with the ability to be a good judge of character, but now he was completely clueless.
"See you tonight at the gym hall?"
"Yeah, I'll be there..." He couldn't place the facial expressions, couldn't see it coming as another kiss, this one with a hint of tongue, was pressed against his lips. Instead, he could only stand there and watch as the marimo for once went in the right direction, towards the door.
"See you later then." A waving hand over a shoulder, and Sanji was alone in his apartment once again, like he had been for the last months. And damn did the place feel empty when Zoro left.